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My hair is so dry and floppy it doesn't stick up anymore I love love love winter but my hairrr :( <- completely ignoring the absolutely insane amount of split ends I have because I don't know how to deal with them but don't trust hairdressers with my hair.
#you tell a hairdresser 'hey bro i wanna look fucked up. just messed up. i want eternal bedhead#'cut off the dead bits and put in more layers than a fucking onion but just dont change it up too much or make it look nice and neat please#and they'll be like#'okay!!!! :) totally got you man you're gonna look so good!!!!!!!'#and then they chop off 3 inches of healthy hair#give you 3 sad sad layers#and use heat on your hair without asking#and you may be thinking. but they're a hairdresser. they know when hair is dead.#you are not a hairdresser. you do not know what you are talking about.#a year ago you would be right. a year ago i did not know what I was talking about.#but now I do. I know when my hair is healthy now. If I say 3 inches of my hair was healthy than AT LEAST#2 of those inches were healthy. and that's not a 100% success rate but that is still 2 inches too many#vent <- putting that here because yeah#love love love my old hairdresser but even she DID NOT listen to me when I talked about my hair#no one wants to help me look fucked up. what if i wanna look fucked up :(#what it that makes me happy :(#vent#<- putting that here again because i realized that the previous tag wouldnt work for blocklists
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age gap autumn girl fuck you
#laid down on his bed he asks if iâm alright with him locking the door i say should i be afraid of you locking the door he rolls his eyes#iâm watching a pot on his stove weâre alone in his apartment heâs standing right behind me and i look at the glass of his kitchen window#so i can catch his reflection heâs just standing there waiting for his vegan pasta his meatless dish but i still feel like prey this#weekend i shared a hotel room with the kids they came over at night to watch a game and theyâre all cuddled up around me theyâre all#laughing and laughing and laughing and telling me about their exes and their boyfriends and iâm under the arm of one of them and he says#kitty kitty youâre going to fall off the bed i rest my head on anotherâs calf and she says kitty your hair is so soft and theyâre all#laughing#i keep this in my drafts and a month after it's freezing at night i'm looking up at a man that might be fifty or at least forty five i#ask his name which i don't remember now because i was plastered. i was so drunk i tell him mister whatever-his-name was you're so handsome#and he blushes like i'm the one chasing him and that's because i am. i am laughing with all of my teeth out. he giggles pretty like i've#spent years doing and i ask him what is it sir what is it and he says i'm not usually told that and i nudge a little more i say you don't?#how? you're so handsome i say it in the way they all taught me in the way i've heard it before i keep going until he leaves for his place#but he doesn't invite me back because it's clear i've made him uncomfortable so i frown a little and lean back towards the boy i made out#with the night before i tell him huh old guy won't fuck me and he laughs he says so you really like them older i say yeah i laugh#i laugh and then i say but they don't seem to like me anymore he makes a joke about me having cut my hair short and i say no it's because#i'm too old for them now and he shakes his head do you see how fucked up that is he tells me and i just laugh harder but don't tell him it#is the truth. but not the whole of it. the rest of the truth is in me prowling through the bars another night and making eyes at them#instead of baring my neck when they come at me it's in me growing into a man in the steel of elevators and their sheets in the ac of their#offices and the heat of their cars and outgrowing them not to turn away from them but to become them that salivating beast they all are#all of us are i lean back on walls and show them a hip a boot-ed-on foot that is still small a wrist that is still thin a jaw that still#won't grow fuzz but don't they see right through they see right through this too small costume i've put on for them in the same way i#used to swear i saw through them too i swore i saw them for what they were but without even noticing they've done what they do in movies#and books and songs and middle-school health classes like in every warning that was given to me but here in this far away country i just#laugh and laugh harder when he says it makes sense though i mean i'm older than you too and he's only 24 and he says it so boyishly#almost with a pout and i cackle and he laughs too and there we are and we sound like children there in the street
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arranged marriage with simon. yes i am talking about this again.
simon doesnât talk much about the marriage at first, but his actions say it all. he insists on carrying your bags, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, and making sure you eat enough during missions. you don't ask him why, but it's clear he's claiming the role of protector, even if this was supposed to be temporary.
he wonât admit it, but simon begins to get used to the little domestic routines. you cooking dinner, him taking care of repairs around the house. it feels too natural, and although he never says anything, heâs already mentally putting the two of you into that âforeverâ category.
the first time you mention needing space or wanting to stay in a separate room, simon just gives you a look. "what do you mean, separate? weâre married." heâs not joking either. to him, this isnât a temporary arrangement anymore. if you try to argue, heâll just pull you close and mutter in your ear, "ringâs on your finger. means youâre mine." and thatâs the end of the conversation.
he starts doing small things for you that a husband wouldârestocking your favorite snacks, making sure your gun is cleaned before missions, and slipping extra blankets on your side of the bed when itâs cold.
after some time, heâs not shy about touching you anymoreâbrushing a hand against your arm, holding you a little too close when youâre out in public. the more time passes, the more his touches become possessive, like heâs reminding you who you belong to now.
simon is up early, always. youâll wake up to the smell of coffee, and heâll have a cup ready for you without asking. if you take your time getting out of bed, heâll mutter, "câmon, mrs. riley. donât make me drag you out." but thereâs always a smile on his face.
when you share a bed, simon always pulls you into him at night. no matter how much space you take up at first, by morning, youâre wrapped up in his arms. if you stir in your sleep or seem restless, heâll murmur, "got you, lovie," without fully waking up, his grip tightening as if to remind you heâs there, keeping you safe.
simon doesnât open up easily, but after a particularly intense moment, heâll lean in close, his forehead resting against yours, and heâll whisper, "donât care if it was for a mission or not. youâre the only one for me now." itâs not a grand declaration, but the sincerity in his voice makes your heart race.
simon will leave subtle marks of possession on youâhis dog tags hanging around your neck, his scent clinging to your clothes, and his bite marks on your skin after an especially heated night. "need everyone to know who you belong to," heâll growl against your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your neck.
he also has an odd obsession with your wedding ring. heâll turn it on your finger, kissing it softly whenever youâre close. if you ever take it off for some reason, his brow furrows, and heâll slip it back on. "keep it on, yeah?" his voice is low, almost pleading. "means something to me."
after a particularly dangerous mission where you were almost hurt, simon corners you in the hallway, eyes filled with emotion. "youâre not leaving me," he growls, pinning you against the wall. "ever. understand?" itâs a statement, a vow, and in that moment, you know youâre his forever, and heâs yours.
when youâre lying in bed together, his arms wrapped around you, simon will sometimes whisper, "mine," into your hair. itâs soft, almost inaudible, but you feel it in your bones. he needs the reminder just as much as you doâthat youâre his, and heâs never letting you go.
#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x female oc#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley
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"MINE, MINE, MINE."
pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor wonât refill your prescription until youâve reset your cycle. youâre desperate for that refill, but getoâs not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesnât want a heat but itâs medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have yâall figured out that i have a breeding kink yet⊠anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that iâve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k
âNo.âÂ
No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong.Â
âIâm sorry?â you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.
âI canât refill the prescription. Iâm sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. Iâm shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.â Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but heâs only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when heâs worried.
Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. âYou need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.âÂ
Sweat beads on your palms. He canât be serious. But itâs his first opinion. Surely thereâs another option.
âI-Iâm sorry, doctor. I donât think Iâm understanding.âÂ
Another glance at Geto reveals that heâs frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one heâs already made without you. Your stomach drops.
The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. âLet me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.â The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. âGo home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. Itâs whatâs best.âÂ
Your eyes widen with realizationâ you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. âTh-that canât happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I canât be out that long a-and Geto canât either, weââÂ
âWe will go home,â Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. âThank you, doctor, for the advice.âÂ
Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that youâre leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?
âDoctor, you donât understââÂ
âThank you again,â Geto interrupts.
Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time youâre not so eager to accept his chivalry.Â
âSuguru,â you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm?Â
âJust get in, baby. Weâll talk about it in the car.â
You debate saying no, but you canât bring yourself to start a fight when heâs being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.
The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. Youâre already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward âdoctors offices near meâ. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor thatâs a little sketchy. You scroll furtherâ still not sketchy enough. Someone whoâll give you the prescription you need, even if itâs not necessarily⊠ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?
âWhat are you doing?â His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.
You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. âGetting a second opinion,â you answer.Â
Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice itâs gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach.Â
âHey!â You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope.Â
Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. âYouâre not getting it back,â he says. His eyes never leave the road.Â
Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. âThis is not for you to decide. Itâs my body.â
He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. âAnd youâre not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so Iâm making it for you.â
Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know itâs only because he allows it. âI am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.âÂ
He shakes his head and sighs. âYouâre blinded by desperation.âÂ
âItâs still not for you to decide!â When you donât notice any change in his expression, you switch tacticsâ from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. âYou know how much I hate it, Su.âÂ
Finally, he cracks. Itâs instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. âI know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.âÂ
You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you werenât ready. Maybe next month, when youâd had more time to mentally prepare.Â
Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadnât had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasnât that you didnât trust Suguruâ you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to.Â
For most of your life, youâd successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, youâd passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto.Â
Youâd met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, youâd thought, but he screamed alphaâ and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. Youâd stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until youâd been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. Heâd smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadnât been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that heâd suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all heâd needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.
Youâd dated for a little over a year, until youâd decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguruâs, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alphaâs scarred mark on your neck.Â
Suguru had never seen you through a heatâ no one had. Youâd taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. Heâd claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadnât had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was wellâ apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed.Â
âSugu, I canât do this.â Your lip is raw from how much youâve been chewing on it by the time you reach home.Â
Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.Â
âYes you can. I know you can.âÂ
You shake your head. He doesnât understandâ doesnât know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadnât had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so⊠weak. âI canât. Itâs-itâs-â Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. âItâs embarrassing. Humiliating.âÂ
Thereâs silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, heâs all business.
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.âÂ
You shake your head and pull away, pacing. âI donât want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.âÂ
Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. âItâs not a question. Itâs happeningâ for the sake of your health.âÂ
You scoff and shake your head. âItâs notââÂ
His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submitâ the other part of you reels with annoyance.
âEnd of discussion.âÂ
Heâs closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. Itâs like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha⊠You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what heâs doingâ using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.
âSuguâŠâ you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours.Â
âI got you, baby.â
Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps heâs right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. Youâre nodding before you realize what youâve done.
Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that youâll both be out of work for a week on âfamilyâ leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before heâs out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You wonât be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesnât return your phone before heâs gone.
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You donât notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. Itâs not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at nightâ itâll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system⊠you hope. When youâre brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly.Â
You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs.Â
âFeel anything?â he asks.Â
You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter.Â
âSleep, baby.âÂ
For once, you follow orders without a fight.
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Hot. Too hot.Â
When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs.Â
You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, youâd made the wrong choice. You couldnât do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.
âDeep breaths, baby.âÂ
Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. Heâs behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint.Â
âCanât-â Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. âCanât do this, Sugu-âÂ
âYes, you can.â He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. âYou will.âÂ
You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Heâs restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals heâs already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long heâs been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.
His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time.Â
âIâve got you, baby,â he whispers. âIâve got you.âÂ
Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. âMy phone, Sugu,â you panic. âGotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.âÂ
He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place.Â
âNo, baby.âÂ
You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully.Â
âSugu, please,â you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your loverâs skin.Â
ââS gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Donât fight it, love.âÂ
With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until youâre slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. Itâs not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully.Â
âThatâs it. Good girl.âÂ
Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. Youâre burning, burning, burning. Itâs not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick youâve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight.Â
ââS okay, baby. âVe got you.â
Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. Heâs never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. Heâs never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now⊠He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants.Â
âLove you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,â he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until heâs plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other youâve ever experienced. Itâs already so intense you can hardly think, and youâve only just begun.
âSugu,â you plead.Â
The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until heâs running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit.Â
You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives.Â
âGonna make you feel âs good, baby.â he hums. Heâs lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.
He continues his messy circles on your clit and until youâre gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.Â
âS-SuguâŠâ you whine.
The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then youâre completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. Thereâs a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesnât waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him.Â
His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.
But you canât wait. You canât. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.
âSsssugu⊠pleaseâŠâ your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need.Â
âI got you, baby⊠shhhhhâŠâ He gives a final lick to your scent gland before heâs leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled.Â
Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but donât have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You donât know, you donât care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away.Â
âGonna knot you good, princess.âÂ
You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes.Â
He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you canât take any more. But you can, and you do. When heâs finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk.Â
âThatâs it. So good, baby. So fucking good.âÂ
Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. Heâs over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like youâre a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and itâs more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly youâre begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard heâs rattling your skull. Heâs licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff youâre afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly youâll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss.Â
âFuck,â you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. ââM gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good youâll see fucking stars.â You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. âTell me you didnât take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it wonât go to waste.â Heâs not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. ââM gonna flush âem down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.â
The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yesâŠ
âSuguuu⊠pleaseâŠâ It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.
His lips press to yours, shushing you. âShhh, baby. Donâ worry. I got you.â He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. Youâve never felt more ready for anything.Â
âSuguââÂ
And itâs at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. Itâs pure ecstasy. Suguruâs knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb itâs all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think youâve probably just melted into the mattress. But you havenât, and when your vision returns, youâre panting and staring at the ceiling.Â
Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark heâs just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why youâre here and not at work, what youâre doing. Youâre puzzled by why youâd been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?
Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where youâll stay until his knot softens.Â
âSleep, princess,â he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut itâs not long before youâre lost to a world of comfortable darkness.Â
~
You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that.Â
You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. Heâs eating you out, slurping up the cum thatâs leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. Itâs filthy, disgusting, and you love it.
âSuguââ you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, emptyâŠ
âSorry, baby,â he whispers against your skin. Heâs kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. ââY smelled so goodâŠâÂ
You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. Youâre too worried about getting him inside of you to check.
Youâre gasping like youâve never had a breath of air in your life, like youâve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but itâs not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much.Â
âM-moreâŠâ you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine.Â
ââS okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care âve you.âÂ
Yes, yes, yes, you think. You donât think youâve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like youâre splitting in half. When heâs finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams.Â
âNo.â Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. âLet me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.âÂ
You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You donât dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. Heâs so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.
When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it.Â
âP-please, please, pleaseââ
He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. Itâs all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.
âTake it all, baby. Good girl. Take it allâŠâÂ
You nod, not even sure what youâre agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.
When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, heâs chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. âMine, mine, mine.â
When you wake again itâs to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and heâs back in your arms, like youâre somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.
The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long itâs been since Suguruâs been locked inside you. If it were up to you, youâd never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, heâs never far away when youâre following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl.Â
Itâs ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum⊠no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where youâve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised.Â
When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, itâs to Suguruâs arms and lips. Heâs got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, âwelcome back, babyâ against your neck and suddenly youâre realizing how⊠revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. Youâd always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru⊠they really werenât all that bad.
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Intimacy records
synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?
pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader
tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie
word count: 4.3k+ words
Aventurine
Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesnât matter if itâs a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, itâs his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so itâs really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.
Maybe itâs a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Whoâll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.
âI hope you are ready to lose,â your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then itâs firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitchesâŠ. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesnât take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesnât listen, taking his reward for yet another win.
Yeah, he proved you canât keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. Itâs truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didnât get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all⊠Looks like you are in for another bet.
Blade
His situation is⊠quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesnât change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction.Â
However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then sheâd start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie sheâs oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesnât tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.
Oh, and by checking the chat⊠She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).
Blade doesnât voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesnât complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike⊠There are times when he would text you with a simple âsend me pictures with torn stockingsâ or âyesterday. open nipples bra. nowâ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them.Â
Has his favorites:
Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.
Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.
A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.
Even though he doesnât save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafkaâs plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).
Boothill
A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life⊠How can this be possible?Â
Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.
But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, itâs not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.
The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phoneâs camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. âPlease, put your mouth on me.â He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.
Itâs captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. Thatâs one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned toâŠ
Dr Veritas Ratio
Unsurprisingly, Veritasâ phone doesnât contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesnât have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Donât be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after âborrowingâ his phone and ones he doesnât have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.
And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However⊠There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his researchâŠ
âOh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*â
âWait- Aaah! I canât! Iâm sore! MmmmMMM!â âNo, you can and you will. Now hold still, I canât eat you out if you keep thrashing around.â âOh Aeons!â
*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*
âBaaaby⊠I miss you so much⊠Can I come to your office? I promise to be good⊠Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working⊠Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.â
âOh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, IâmcumMIN-â âNgh, s-soâŠtightâŠâ âAaaaaaah~!â
âVeritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though⊠I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.â
It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.
Gallagher
Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Wouldâve been strange if they werenât there.
However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video thatâs most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours⊠He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...
Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagherâs wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the manâs hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted âslutâs and huskily chuckled âbad girlâs with your pleading âsirâs and âGalâs, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest anglesâŠ
Of course this footage was âconfiscatedâ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, heâd love to bend you over the counter with your back facing himâŠ
Gepard Landau
Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you.Â
This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.
You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).
No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send himâŠ
At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didnât look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater⊠You are not taking it off.
The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.
Jing Yuan
This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But donât be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.
Man is obsessed with your chest. Itâs his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).
Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.
But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.
Your body is steadily bouncing on your husbandâs lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.
Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only⊠Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.
Loucha
As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he canât take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, itâs getting hard.
Thatâs when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns toâŠ
Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldnât know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.
Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.
Sampo Koski
Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, heâd suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and itâs not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption âletâs try it?â and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.
However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and itâs not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koskiâs favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, itâs as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe heâs found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, heâd never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).
You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip.Â
âSampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.â
âWe are sexy! Whatâs not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!â
âYou are unbelievable,â you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.
âMmm, yes, right there~ Oooh⊠If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream Iâd be as good in bed as I am in reality.â
Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.
âCome ooooon, I was so close!â
âShu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,â you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.
And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didnât stop there. Thatâs what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, itâs never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything itâs something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.
Sunday
Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sundayâs position. Thatâs why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.
But itâs his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesnât mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which heâd like to see on you tonight.Â
There are videos too, especially when heâs been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likesâŠ
Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband canât be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you donât stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. Itâs squelching, itâs so dirty, but itâs so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing itâs his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.
Yes, itâs his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he canât deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.
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I LOVE BAD BITCHES THATâS MY FUCKINâ PROBLEM! áá satosugu x female reader
18+ content, minors or blank blogs don't interact. unestablished relationship, roommate arrangement. bisexual! satosugu, top! suguru + switch! satoru. threesome. humiliation, degradation, dirty talk. m. masturbation. exhibitionism, slight voyeurism. fingering. orgasm control + denial. finger sucking. sloppy makeouts + three at once. oral (f. recieving) + squirting, clit/pussy slapping. riding. double penetration. face sitting. overstimulation. prostate stimulation. accidental love confession during the heat of it all. weirdly happy ending? - rl's established
thank you so much for 1OOO followers you lil freaks divas. this took so much time to write lol, i hope you all see the vision. this work was inspired by this smut audio by augustinthewinter. the link takes you to a re-upload on spotify [for easier listening], and sadly not the audio posted by the original creator. do your part and please support him and his work here <3Â
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youâre pretty sure youâll be fine if you just ignore the tension radiating from your bed behind you.
youâre adjusting your eyeliner in the mirror, a faint smile on your lips, trying to focus on the excitement of the night ahead.
still, the weight of suguruâs silent gaze feels like a steel rod pressing against your back.
every now and then, you catch his reflection in the mirror, arms folded, brow furrowed slightly, watching your every move without saying a word.
and then, of course, satoru comes crashing in, slinging the door open like he owns the place. he practically throws himself onto the bed next to suguru, his excitement bursting out like it usually does.
âhey, hey, what if the three of us got wasted and binged some trashy netflix show? iâm thinking love is blind â oh, wait, youâre ââ he blinks, taking in your outfit.
his voice trails off, and his expression turns from bright to bewildered as he glances from you to suguru, then back again.
âwait, where are you going dressed like that?â
you sigh, knowing thereâs no way youâre escaping this.
âi⊠have a date,â you admit, smoothing out the fabric of your outfit. you catch suguruâs eyes in the mirror, and he raises an eyebrow, his arms still crossed, jaw set tight.
âoh?â suguruâs voice is cool, almost too calm, but thereâs an edge underneath that doesnât escape you.
âdoes he know you live with two men?â
you swallow, fiddling with your hair as you avoid his eyes. âwell⊠no, i mean, it just never came up.â
satoru lets out a low whistle, leaning back on his hands, giving you a once-over thatâs half-impressed, half-amused.
âso youâre planning to let him find out on his own when he walks in here and sees us? thatâs bold.â
you roll your eyes, though you feel your cheeks heat up under their combined scrutiny. âitâs not like that! itâs just⊠i donât know. i didnât think it mattered.â
âdoesnât matter, huh?â suguruâs voice is low, almost a growl, and he stands up, slowly, crossing the room until heâs standing just behind you. heâs close enough that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, his reflection towering over you in the mirror.
âso, whatâs he like?â he asks, voice dripping with an intensity that makes your heart race a little faster.
you open your mouth to respond, but satoruâs laugh cuts you off. âyeah, yeah, tell us! tall, dark, and handsome, or short, plain, and boring?â
you bite back a grin, feeling the tension lighten just slightly with satoruâs teasing. âheâs nice. a gentleman, really. youâd probably like him,â you say, attempting a casual tone, though you can feel suguruâs stare growing sharper.
âa gentleman?â suguru scoffs, his lips curling into a smirk. âthink heâd still be one if he knew you had two roommates watching out for you?â
âmaybe heâd be intimidated,â satoru chimes in, grinning. he gets up from the bed, crossing the room to stand by suguru. âi mean, câmon. anyone would feel the pressure, having to impress not just their date but her two very intimidating roommates.â
âintimidating?â you laugh, glancing between them. âi doubt anyone would find either of you intimidating.â
âoh, so thatâs how it is,â suguru murmurs, stepping even closer, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
âyou think weâre harmless?â
your heart thuds, pulse quickening as he leans in. âyou know i didnât say that,â you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.
suguruâs close enough now that you can feel the heat of his body against yours, and thereâs an undeniable thrill that makes your head spin just a bit.
âdo you really think he can keep up with you?â he murmurs, his eyes scanning your face in the mirror. âthink heâs enough?â
you donât answer, mostly because youâre not sure how to.
suguruâs words linger in your mind, twisting in ways that make you hesitate, and you feel satoruâs gaze on you too, a spark of something mischievous and knowing in his expression.
âyou know, it wouldnât kill you to let us meet him,â satoru suggests, his voice a lazy drawl that only adds to the heat building in the room. âjust to make sure heâs, y'know, worth your time.â
you bite your lip, glancing between the two of them in the mirror, feeling the weight of both their gazes, the way their words seem to dig deeper than they should.
âwhy do i feel like the two of you would scare him off?â
âmaybe because we would,â suguru murmurs, his voice like a dark promise. âif heâs not up to standard.â
satoru grins, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
âor maybe we just want to keep you to ourselves.â
your heart skips a beat, and youâre sure your face must be burning.
âyou two are unbelievable,â you manage, trying to laugh it off, though the sound comes out more breathless than youâd like.
you feel your stomach drop the second you realize satoru's got your phone. he'd snatched it up casually, thumb already working its way across the screen, entering your password like he's done it a million times. he lets out a strangled sort of noise as he stares down at the screen, his wide blue eyes taking in whatever he's found with an expression of pure shock.
"uh, what exactly have you been watching here?" satoru barely suppresses a snicker as he holds up the phone for suguru to see.
"âgetting used by my two roommates 'til i canât walk?â really?" he reads the title, drawing out every word in that slow, teasing tone he loves to use. "didnât know you were intoâŠthis."
suguruâs dark eyes flash as he looks from the screen to you. he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in that signature mix of irritation and amusement. "that's why youâve been ignoring us, huh? too busy fantasizing to even tell us you had a date tonight?â
âitâs not â" you start, but suguru's hand is already at your waist, pulling you into his lap, effortlessly pinning you against him. your backâs pressed against his chest, and heâs got you facing the mirror, the smirk in his eyes only growing sharper as he settles you firmly on top of him.
âstay still," suguru murmurs, his voice a low hum, sending a shiver up your spine. "i wanna see you finish your makeup. maybe youâll explain whatâs going on here while you do."
satoru, still grinning, swipes further through your history, leaning closer with a loud, exaggerated gasp. "ohoho, whatâs this? âmy roommates wonât let me leave until iâve begged themâ? suguru, sheâs got a whole list of âem!â
âtell me, sweetheart,â suguruâs voice drips with mock sweetness, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âare you disappointed itâs only a video?â
you try to fight the blush threatening to paint your cheeks, attempting to focus on your eyeliner, but his hand at your hip keeps your body flush against him, heat radiating off him in waves. âyou know i didnât⊠itâs just a video, okay?â
âjust a video, huh?â suguruâs thumb strokes your waist, and you catch his intense gaze in the mirror, dark and heavy-lidded, roaming over every flustered inch of your face. âdonât act so innocent.â
satoru snickers, flipping through more tabs on your phone. âso, when were you planning on telling this poor date of yours that youâve got two guys in the apartment with you? two very protective guys, at that?â
âsatoru ââ
ânah, âs cute.â satoru gives a little shrug, glancing at suguru with a grin. âshe thinks she can just go on some little date and come home without us findin' out what she's been doin'.â
suguruâs grip tightens, forcing you to keep your gaze fixed in the mirror as he presses his lips close to your ear, voice low and dangerously smooth. âyou like being watched that badly, huh? well, iâll make sure you donât even get a chance to squirm.â
youâre struggling to focus, trying to keep your hand steady as you bring the eyeliner back to your lash line, but itâs almost impossible with suguruâs iron grip keeping you firmly on his lap, his arms wrapped around you like you might escape at any second. his breath skims against the back of your neck, and he chuckles softly each time your hand trembles, knowing full well what he's doing to you.
meanwhile, satoruâs barely holding it together on the edge of the bed, and heâs not even trying to hide it. heâs got one hand slowly working his dick over his pants, the other still gripping your phone as he reads off your search history, letting out a low, exaggerated groan between words.
âletâs see⊠âgetting absolutely used by my two roommatesââŠâ satoru moans out the title, every word slipping from his lips laced with a mix of teasing and raw need.
his eyes flicker over to you, heavy-lidded, a wicked smirk creeping onto his face. ây'know, you couldâve just asked, sweetheart.â
you shift in suguru's lap instinctively, your body craving some kind of friction, some release for the ache pooling between your legs. but his hold only tightens, hands splaying over your thighs to keep you completely still.
âwhat do you think youâre doing?â suguruâs voice is low, dangerous, his gaze dark as he watches you through the mirror. âi told you to keep still. or do you need a reminder of whoâs in control here?â
the demand in his tone leaves no room for defiance, but your pulse quickens, the heat radiating from his chest pressing into your back as he keeps you locked against him. you bite down on your lip, doing everything you can to keep yourself composed, but your voice comes out in a breathy whisper. "s-suguru⊠please, i just â"
ââplease,â huh? sounds like youâre already begging,â he murmurs, lips grazing the curve of your neck, sending a jolt of anticipation straight to your cunt. his fingers trail lightly over your hips, teasing, but keeping you pinned firmly in place.
âbut begging isnât going to get you what you want tonight.â
satoru lets out a soft laugh, the sound melting into a quiet groan as he slips his hand into his pants, finally giving himself the relief heâs been aching for. âoh, donât worry, i think sheâs getting everything she wanted, alright,â he says between breaths, his eyes flickering between you and suguru with that playful glint that drives you wild.
he jerks himself slowly, deliberately, his breath catching as he reads off another title from your history, voice turning breathy as his hand works himself harder.
âthis oneâs good⊠âroommate makes me sit still while i drip for him.â god, youâve got a real filthy mind, donât cha?â
your cheeks burn as you try to keep your gaze fixed on your reflection, hands shaking as you lift the mascara wand, desperate for some semblance of normalcy. but your efforts are futile, every word they throw at you stoking the heat building in your cunt, making it harder and harder to focus.
âdonât worry, sweetheart,â suguruâs voice is a rough whisper, his lips curling into a smirk as he catches your gaze in the mirror. âweâre just giving you what youâve been craving all along.â
satoruâs moans fill the room, breath hitching each time his hand slides down his dick, the rhythm picking up as his eyes darken with lust. heâs not even hiding his arousal anymore, not holding back, his gaze burning as he watches the two of you in the mirror.
âcâmon, 'guru, stop teasin' her. hike up that damn dress, letâs see what sheâs hiding under there.â
suguruâs eyes meet yours in the mirror, the glint in them both dangerous and amused. he moves slowly, his hands sliding down to the hem of your dress, lifting it inch by inch, fingers brushing over your thighs, making your skin tingle as he exposes more of you. he lets out a quiet hum of approval as he tugs your dress up to your waist, leaving you sitting there, fully exposed, save for the thin fabric of your panties.
âthese are cute,â suguru murmurs, voice low and teasing as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness, letting them fall to the floor. he lets his hand trail back up, grazing the inside of your thigh, making you tremble with anticipation. âdonât even think about moving, sweetheart. if you mess up your makeup, âm stopping.â
you swallow hard, nodding, feeling your pulse throb as his fingers dip lower, brushing against your already-sensitive clit. the touch is feather-light, almost too soft, and it leaves you aching for more.
satoru groans from the bed, his hand moving faster as he watches you, his reflection in the mirror every bit as unrestrained as his tone. âthatâs it, sugu'. make her beg. let her feel what sheâs been fantasizing about this whole time.â
you force yourself to focus on your blush, lifting the brush to your cheeks, trying to keep your hand steady even as suguruâs fingers start moving in slow, deliberate circles against your clit. the pleasure sparks through you, making it nearly impossible to concentrate, and you can feel your cheeks burning, your breathing quickening with every movement of his hand.
âs-sugu⊠please⊠donât stop,â you manage, voice barely more than a whisper, laced with desperation as you fight to keep your grip on the brush. âplease⊠iâll do anything.â
he chuckles, low and taunting, leaning closer to your ear, his fingers pressing down just a little harder. âthen keep your hands steady, doll. if you want me to keep goin', you better not mess this up.â
but itâs useless; between suguruâs teasing touch and satoruâs moans filling the room, your hands are already trembling, and the brush slips, leaving a streak of blush too high on your cheek, too heavy, ruining the carefully crafted look youâd been working on.
suguru notices instantly, his eyes narrowing, a mocking smirk on his lips as he catches your mistake in the mirror.
âwell, look at that. canât even follow simple instructions, can you?â he tsks, pulling his fingers away, leaving you aching, desperate, empty.
ân-no, sugu, please ââ you stammer, voice raw with need, looking at him through the mirror, eyes pleading. âplease, iâll fix it, i swear. just donât stop, please⊠i need it, i need you ââ
satoru laughs, still stroking himself, his voice thick with pleasure as he watches you beg. âsheâs real desperate for it, 'ruru. look at her, practically falling apart from just a little teasing.â
suguruâs gaze is unyielding, his smirk growing as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. âthen maybe you shouldâve tried harder to keep still,â he murmurs, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. "maybe i should let you sit here and watch instead. see what happens when you donât listen.â
your heart pounds, every nerve in your body on fire, and youâre barely even thinking when you grab his wrist, pulling his hand back to where you need him most.
âplease, suguru,â you beg, voice thick with desperation. âiâll do anything⊠iâll fix it, just⊠please touch me. donât leave me like this.â
satoruâs groans are growing louder, filling the room with the heat of his breathy, drawn-out moans as he watches the scene unfolding in the mirror.
âyeah, sugu',â he mutters, hand working faster over his dick, his eyes trained on your reflection. âspread those pretty folds f'me. lemme see her fall apart.â
without a momentâs hesitation, suguruâs fingers grip your thighs, spreading your legs wider, baring you completely in front of the mirror, his hand moving down to part your slick folds with calculated ease. you gasp, your cheeks burning as you take in the sight â your own reflection, flushed and needy, legs open, your slick glistening in the low light. suguruâs eyes flick to the mirror, catching your gaze, smirking as he takes in the mess youâre making on his lap.
âlook at that,â suguru murmurs, voice low and edged with satisfaction. his fingers slip between your folds, gathering the wetness thatâs been dripping down onto him, his smirk only deepening as he holds his slick-coated fingers up in the mirror, showing you just how worked up you are. âyouâre soaking me, sweetheart. did you really expect me to stay calm with you squirming like this?â
âs-suguâŠâ you whimper, feeling yourself clench as his fingers dance between your folds, teasing but not quite giving you what youâre aching for. every brush of his skin against yours sends another wave of heat through you, and your head falls back against his shoulder, lips parted in silent desperation.
âsuch a messy girl,â he continues, pressing a single finger into you, slow and deliberate, making you feel every inch as he slides in. âthis what you wanted? to end up spread open, on display for us?â
you can barely form words, your mind hazy with need, hips instinctively rolling against his hand despite his warning to stay still. âyes⊠yes, pleaseâŠâ
satoruâs moans grow louder as he watches you, the slick sound of his hand stroking himself filling the room. âfuck, look at her, suguru,â he pants, voice thick with arousal. âall pretty 'n desperate, just like sheâs been dreaming about.â his eyes fall shut, his hand moving faster as he chases his high, the sight of you enough to send him over the edge. his hips jerk forward as he cums, his body trembling, a low, satisfied groan escaping his lips as he rides out his release.
suguru only smirks, his gaze never leaving your reflection, watching your every reaction with a dark, predatory satisfaction. âsee that?â he murmurs, his fingers moving in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to let you cum.
âeven satoru couldnât keep himself together, and here you are, makin' a mess all over my lap.â he chuckles, a teasing glint in his eyes. âtell me, sweetheart, did you really think i wouldnât get turned on by seeing you like this? so desperate, so needy?â
âi⊠i didnât thinkâŠâ you stammer, the words catching in your throat as his finger curls inside you, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars.
âdidnât think?â suguruâs voice is a low, dangerous hum, his other hand slipping up to wrap lightly around your throat, holding you firmly in place. âthen maybe you shouldâve thought a little harder.â
satoru practically stumbles forward, his legs still shaky, breath coming in quick, uneven gasps as he moves closer. heâs got that pleading look in his eyes, the one thatâs rare, the one that only comes out when heâs truly desperate. resting his head against suguruâs shoulder, he lets out a soft, shuddering breath, voice low and needy as he murmurs, âsuguru⊠let me taste her. please.â
suguruâs lips curl into a smirk, clearly reveling in the control he holds over both of you. he doesnât respond right away, just looks at you through the mirror, dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something far more possessive.
âhear that, sweetheart?â he murmurs, dipping his fingers back between your folds, swirling them slowly, thoroughly, gathering every bit of slick as he teases you with languid strokes. âeven satoru canât resist you.â
you gasp, body shivering as his fingers press against you, teasing the sensitive spot that has you arching in his lap, barely able to keep your head straight. suguruâs hand is relentless, moving with a torturous slowness that leaves you aching, dripping, clinging to the last bit of control you have left.
then, with deliberate care, suguru pulls his fingers back, coated in your slick, and holds them up in front of satoruâs lips, his gaze hard and commanding. âgo on, then. taste her.â
satoruâs eyes darken with unrestrained hunger as he stares at suguruâs fingers, coated with the evidence of your arousal. without hesitation, he parts his lips, leaning in to take suguruâs fingers into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he sucks gently, his tongue swirling around suguruâs fingers, tasting you fully. he moans, soft and low, savoring the taste, his body shuddering as he licks every trace of slick from suguruâs skin, desperate, greedy.
âfuck, she tastes so good,â he murmurs, voice thick, almost reverent, as he licks his lips, leaning in closer to you, his gaze heated. âdidnât know you could be this sweet.â
suguru chuckles softly, watching satoru with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement, his fingers finding their way back between your folds, slipping in with ease, now even more eager to tease you, to push you right to the edge and keep you there.
âwell, you heard him, sweetheart. seems like weâre both a little addicted to you,â he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety taunt, his breath hot against your ear. âyouâd better get used to this â having both of us right where you want us. or, should i say, right where we want you?â
youâre lost in the haze of it all, every shred of control slipping as you feel yourself practically begging, voice breaking with need. âplease, sugu⊠'toru⊠i need⊠just, please, do something â anything,â you gasp, head tilting back, completely vulnerable under their gaze. "can't take it anymore."
satoruâs hand slips around suguruâs shoulder, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to suguruâs neck, lips brushing against his skin as he murmurs, âcâmon, sugu, donât be so mean to her.â he lets his teeth graze just slightly, a playful nip thatâs more coaxing than demanding. âjust look at her, desperate for us, dripping all over you. canât you give her a little taste of what sheâs been begging for?â
suguruâs gaze flickers between you and satoru, a dark smile on his lips, but you can see the way his resolve begins to soften under satoruâs coaxing. his grip loosens just enough, giving you a chance to scramble up, your legs feeling like jelly as he finally lets you go. he stands, smirking down at you with a hunger that makes you shiver, and gestures for you to sit back on satoruâs lap.
the vanity chair feels cold beneath you, but the warmth of satoruâs chest pressed against your back is intoxicating, his hands coming down to rest on your thighs, spreading them apart. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, âthaaatâs it, baby, open up for sugu. let him see how pretty you are.â
you whimper as you feel suguruâs fingers trailing up your inner thigh, eyes locked on cunt as he kneels down between your legs, his gaze dark and unyielding, filled with that same possessive hunger youâve come to crave. his hands settle on your thighs, tugging you just a bit closer, his grip firm as he lowers his head, placing a kiss right against your aching, dripping pussy.
satoruâs grip tightens on your thighs, keeping them spread, his lips brushing against your ear. âlook at you, such a messy lil' thing. bet you never thought weâd be the ones to make you this needy, hm?â his voice is a low murmur, taunting yet sweet, driving you to the edge with every word. âjust let suguru take care of you⊠let him taste allll that sweetness youâve been saving just for us.â
âoh god⊠please,â you breathe, voice breaking as suguruâs tongue flicks against your perky clit, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through you. he works with a deliberate intensity, his mouth moving in slow, tantalizing circles, teasing you, pushing you higher and higher, until you can barely think, every nerve alight with sensation.
âthaaaatâs right, just like that,â satoru murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter, keeping you spread wide open as he watches suguru devour you. âsuch a pretty lil' thing, all laid out for us⊠makin' a mess just for him.â his hand moves up, sliding around to your chest, fingers grazing over your nipples as he leans in close, lips brushing against your neck. âthink you can take more? think you can handle everything we want to do to you?â
suguruâs mouth moves with more intensity now, his tongue pressing harder, faster, flicking over your clit in a way that has you seeing stars. his fingers slip inside you, curling just right, hitting that spongey spot that has you arching back against satoru, your voice breaking into a desperate, breathless moan.
âyouâre so close, arenât you?â satoru coos, his tone almost mocking, a playful edge to it as he watches your every reaction in the mirror. âlook at you, falling apart so easily. gonna make such a pretty mess, arenât cha?â
suguruâs fingers pump into you, his tongue swirling, flicking, his movements pushing you to that razorâs edge. his grip on your thighs tightens as he feels you tremble, his own hunger growing as he devours you with an almost feral intensity. "come on," he growls against you, his voice low, sending vibrations through you. "cum for us, show us how much you need it."
and thatâs all it takes â his fingers curling inside you, his mouth pressing down, sending you spiraling over the edge as you cry out, back arching, body quivering as your orgasm crashes over you. you feel yourself let go, shuddering in their hold, leaving you breathless, a mess on satoruâs lap as suguru keeps working you through it, lapping up every bit of your sweet cum, refusing to let you come down easily.
âthere you go,â satoru murmurs, voice laced with satisfaction as he keeps you spread wide, watching you come undone, helpless and completely at their mercy. âsuch a good girl⊠makin' a mess for us like that.â
suguru pulls back slowly, a smug grin plastered on his face, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. he chuckles lowly, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he wipes a bit off his face with the back of his hand, though not nearly enough to hide what heâs done to you.
âlook at that,â he taunts, giving you a mockingly impressed look. âmade ya squirt allll over my face. you just couldnât help yourself, could you? such a messy little thingâŠâ he trails off, licking his lips as if savoring every last taste.
you feel heat rush to your face, a needy whimper slipping from your lips as you squirm in satoruâs lap. âdonât⊠donât say it like that,â you mumble, your voice trembling, though thereâs no denying how much his words affect you. you canât hide how badly youâre still aching, the intense wave of arousal making you want more, despite the fact that you just came, and squirted, at that.
satoruâs hands roam along your thighs, holding you tight, his lips curved into a playful grin as he leans forward, his mouth hovering close to suguruâs. âshe did a number on ya, huh?â he says, eyes gleaming with delight as he catches sight of the slick coating suguruâs chin.
without missing a beat, satoru closes the gap, his lips capturing suguruâs in a deep, messy kiss, tasting you on him, savoring it. he moans softly, the sound low and teasing, his tongue exploring with unrestrained enthusiasm as he presses closer.
the sight of them kissing, sharing your taste, is almost too much to bear. you canât stop the whimper that escapes you, a sound so needy it leaves you breathless. âdonât leave me out,â you plead, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. âplease⊠i wantâŠâ
they both pull back, a wicked grin spreading across satoruâs face as he looks down at you, his thumb brushing your lip in a slow, taunting motion. âoh, sooo needy, arenât cha?â he purrs, enjoying every bit of your desperation. âwell, we canât just ignore a request like that, can we, sugu?â
ânot at all,â suguru murmurs, his voice low and filled with mischief as he moves closer, settling back down in front of you. he places his hands on your thighs, his fingers curling possessively as he draws nearer. âc'mon, sweetheart. letâs make it a little messier, just how like you like it.â
satoruâs hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you in as his lips brush against yours, just close enough to make your pulse race. suguruâs hand finds its way to your cheek, and in a moment, the three of you come together in a heated, breathless kiss. your lips meet satoruâs first, his mouth soft but demanding, as suguruâs lips slide over yours from the other side, his taste mingling with the lingering remnants of your own cum. itâs dizzying, overwhelming, the way they both claim you, tongues slipping against yours, tasting, exploring, hands holding you in place as if you might slip away.
âyou taste so damn good,â suguru whispers against your lips between kisses, his voice hoarse, filled with a dark satisfaction. he pulls you back into another kiss, his tongue dancing with yours before satoruâs slips in, joining the two of you, the three of you completely lost in each other.
âbet you never thought yaâd end up like this, huh?â satoru teases, voice a breathy murmur as his lips trail down to your jaw, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that have you arching closer to him. âon my lap, our pretty little thing, squirmin' and desperate for both of us.â
suguru lets out a quiet sigh, and you can see the strain of impatience tightening his jaw as he kneels in front of you and satoru, his brow furrowed in something halfway between a pout and a scowl. heâs letting you and satoru indulge and draw things out, but his patienceâ impressive as it is â seems to be fraying at the edges.
âlook at you two,â he murmurs, a dry chuckle slipping out. âhave your fun, make your mess, and where does that leave me?â his gaze flickers between you and satoru, voice low and pointed. âjust standing here, waiting, like a good little bystander?â
âoh, poor suguru,â satoru teases, his hand running soothingly down your back as he shifts you on his lap. âyouâve been so patient, havenât you? just watching and⊠wanting?â satoruâs lips twitch in a smirk, his fingers curling against your hip as if making a show of it for suguruâs benefit.
suguruâs eyes narrow slightly, his usual calm slipping into something darker. âpatience only goes so far, satoru,â he mutters, tone thick with frustration. âyou two get to cum like a bunch of damn teenagers, but where does that leave me?â
you reach out, voice soft, feeling a pang of guilt. âsuguru⊠donât be mad.â you give him a small smile, tugging him closer. âwe didnât forget about you.â
satoru grins, pulling suguru even closer. âyeah, donât worry, weâre all yours now. what do you want, hmm?â his voice drops, playful but inviting, his hand resting on suguruâs shoulder.
suguruâs hand reaches out to cup your chin, thumb tracing along your jaw as he finally, slowly, allows himself to smile. âmaybe,â he says, voice soft but firm, âyou both owe me a little something for waiting so long. iâve put up with enough teasing.â
satoru chuckles, sharing a look with you before looking back at suguru. âoh, we can more than make it worth the wait, canât we?â
suguruâs eyes glint with that familiar authority as he finally straightens up, standing up and crossing the room with calm, measured steps. his gaze flickers between you and satoru, a quiet command already forming in his dark, focused eyes. he looks pointedly at satoru, a hint of impatience underscoring his words.
âsatoru,â he says, his voice low and firm, âtake her to the bed. itâs about time you two put in some work.â
satoruâs eyes light up with a mischievous gleam, and he scoops you up, one arm slipping under your knees as he gently lifts you, carrying you to the bed without a secondâs hesitation.
he sets you down on the bed, hands lingering on your waist as he leans in close, his gaze warm but teasing. suguru settles back in the chair by your vanity, crossing one leg over the other with a deliberate slowness as he watches, amusement flickering in his eyes. thereâs a clear expectation in his expression, a silent reminder that heâs still in control here.
âdonât let me down now, satoru,â suguru says, his voice rich with authority, his gaze unwavering. âshow me exactly how well you can follow instructions.â
suguru exhales sharply, eyes narrowing as he watches you and satoru with a simmering impatience. his jaw tightens as he pushes down his waistband in one swift motion, freeing himself with a low, restrained groan as his hand wraps around his dick, stroking slowly, his gaze heavy and fixed on the two of you.
âdonât just sit there,â he says, his tone edged with authority. âif youâre so set on putting on a show, then do it right. make it worth my while.â
satoru grins, a glint of challenge in his eyes as he glances at you, his fingers tracing down your arm before he pulls you close, his voice a low murmur against your ear.
âguess weâd better make him happy, hmm?â he teases, hands resting on your hips as he guides you down onto his dick, his touch both reassuring and charged with excitement. âdonât want to disappoint, do we?â
you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, but thereâs a thrill in being watched, knowing suguruâs eyes are glued to every little move you make. your hands grip satoruâs shoulders, and he chuckles, encouraging you as you settle in him, letting yourself get lost in the moment.
âthatâs it,â suguru murmurs, his tone dark with satisfaction. âshow me how eager you are.â
you can feel satoruâs grip tighten, his breath hitching as you begin to move, finding a rhythm together. satoruâs hands roam along your waist, his voice filled with playful heat as he whispers, âkeep going, just like that. let him see how good you are.â
suguru laughs, a low, mocking sound as he sits back, continuing to jerk himself off, his dark gaze fixed on you, unrelenting. âpathetic. you think you deserve to be taken out and treated sweetly?â he scoffs, eyes narrowing. âyouâve got two men right here who know exactly what you need, and you were gonna settle for some monkey? thatâs adorable.â
the humiliation sinks in, burning hot under your skin as suguruâs words echo in your head. you try to keep your focus, to follow each command as satoruâs hands guide your movements, urging you to grind down on him, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers filthy encouragements that send shivers down your spine.
âcome on pretty, donât look at him, look at me,â satoru murmurs, fingers pressing into the tender flesh of your hips, directing you with a firm, possessive touch. âthaaatâs it. show him who you really belong to.â
your hands tremble as you cling to satoruâs shoulders, eyes flicking back and forth between him and suguru, whoâs watching with that insatiable hunger in his eyes, his own hand moving lazily along his dick, strokes slow, deliberate, just enough to keep himself on the edge as he observes every humiliating, vulnerable moment between you and satoru.
âgod, you look so pathetic right now,â suguru sneers, his voice thick with disdain, though his eyes glint with barely contained desire. âtears in your eyes, desperate to please us. tell me, was this what you were hoping for? were you just pretending to go on that date so weâd punish you? is that it?â
ân-no, i⊠i just thoughtâŠâ the words choke in your throat as you feel satoruâs hand slide up to grip the back of your neck, his touch both comforting and possessive, holding you in place, forcing you to look into suguruâs intense gaze as he studies every quiver of your lips, every tear that spills over.
âdonât lie to us,â suguru snaps, and the sheer authority in his voice sends a thrill through you, leaving you helpless as you try to keep your rhythm on satoruâs lap, your body caught between the need to please them both and the overwhelming shame of being so exposed, so vulnerable under their scrutiny.
âyouâre lucky âm lettin' him touch you first,â suguru continues, voice low, his hand moving faster now, breaths coming in harsher pants as his own arousal intensifies. âlucky iâm not dragging you over here and showing you what real punishment feels like. maybe then youâd think twice about pulling a stunt like this again.â
âi⊠iâm sorry,â you whimper, the apology tumbling out without thought, the words desperate, choked as you try to meet suguruâs unyielding gaze, wanting so badly to appease him, to make up for even the idea of going anywhere without them. satoruâs grip tightens, his hands moving with a rougher urgency, guiding your hips faster, harder against him as he murmurs praises, teasing promises against your neck.
âyeah? youâre sorry, huh?â suguru taunts, leaning forward, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. âthen prove it. show me how sorry you are by doing exactly what we tell you â no hesitation. make me believe youâd do anything to keep us happy.â
ây-yes, suguruâŠâ you whisper, cheeks burning with shame as you follow satoruâs guidance, riding him just the way he wants, feeling every inch of him pressing into you, the tension building with each movement, each lewd sound that fills the room.
âgood girl,â suguru breathes, eyes dark, satisfaction evident as he watches you, his strokes quickening, matching the pace of your desperate motions, his gaze unwavering, fixed on the sight of you breaking down, surrendering completely to their control. âmaybe this will teach you who you really belong to.â
satoruâs grip on your waist tightens with each roll of your hips, his smirk stretching wider as he watches you struggle to keep pace, his cock stretching you until your thighs tremble. your own voice, hoarse and raw, betrays you with every sound that slips free, the room filled with your desperate, incoherent whimpers.
but itâs suguru who keeps that edge of humiliation sharp, his fingers finding every weak spot, every place that makes you melt and squirm as he's behind you.
âcâmmon, sweetheart,â suguru murmurs, his voice dripping with condescension as his fingers pinch and twist your sensitive nipples. the roughness makes you gasp, your body arching as you try to focus, but his low chuckle tells you he knows just how close to breaking you really are.
âthought you wanted to go out and be wined and dined, hm? but look at you,â he taunts, his words hitting deeper than any touch could. âacting like a little masochist, practically begging for more. âm not even sure you remember whoâs inside you right now, or are you just too dumb on âtoruâs cock to care?â
âs-sugu⊠iâi can⊠iâm ââ your words stumble, dissolve, lost in a gasp as his fingers come down with a sharp slap! against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure that makes your whole body shiver. itâs overwhelming, cruel, but thereâs no denying how much you crave it - the brutal control, the way they push you further, faster, until all you can do is hold on.
âoh, i think you like it, babe,â satoru teases, his tone dripping with that cocky assurance as he watches your dazed expression. âsee, youâre taking everything weâre givin' you, even that little ache in your hips. youâre just gonna keep goin', arenât cha?â
ây-yes⊠anything⊠iâll⊠i can â i can take it,â you pant, voice catching as you meet suguruâs dark eyes, filled with that familiar, ruthless amusement. he doesnât stop, doesnât let up, his touch unyielding as he pinches your nipples again, harder this time, watching with satisfaction as your face contorts with a mix of pleasure and pain.
âyeah? then prove it,â suguru breathes, his voice low, daring, as his fingers slide back down to flick against your swollen clit with a relentless pace. âshow me how much you can handle. if youâre gonna be ours, then youâd better keep up.â
itâs cruel, itâs overwhelming, but that edge of that masochistic thrill surges through you as you sink deeper, surrendering to every brutal, delicious touch, loving it more than you could ever admit.
satoruâs grip on you falters, barely able to register when suguru thrusts into you from behind, satoru's hands gripping your waist like a lifeline as he tries to steady both of you under the sudden, relentless rhythm. the shock jolts through your whole body, forcing a strangled moan from your lips as youâre practically bounced between them, your mind barely keeping up with the intensity. itâs messy, overwhelming, the slickness of your bodies pressed together, every nerve ending alight.
âyou little slut,â suguru snarls, voice rough and dark, his grip bruising as he slams into you, barely giving you a moment to adjust. âthought you could keep me out of this? thought âtoru could have you all to himself? what a selfish bastard,â he sneers, throwing a mocking glance at satoru, whoâs panting beneath you, just as helpless as you, his own words failing him in the haze of pleasure.
satoruâs only response is a choked groan, his nails digging into your skin as heâs forced deeper inside you with every brutal thrust from suguru. âf-fuck⊠yeah⊠yeah, youâre right, sugu,â he manages to gasp out, voice strained. âshouldâve⊠shouldâve let you have her from the start, huh?â
his words are broken, barely coherent, but the way his hips buck up to meet you makes it clear just how much heâs losing himself in the feeling, in the sight of you completely overwhelmed between the two of them. his eyes lock onto yours, desperation painted across his face as he breathes, âwhoâs making you feel better, huh, baby? tell us⊠tell us whoâs got you like this.â
the question leaves you reeling, mind scrambling to answer as every thrust sends sparks down your spine, your body caught in the unyielding rhythm of their touch, their words. the overwhelming intensity builds, cresting higher and higher until you canât even find the words, canât think of anything but the way theyâre both consuming you whole.
and when suguruâs fingers snake down to rub at your clit with punishing pressure, it sends you spiraling over the edge, your vision going white as your whole body clenches, shuddering violently. your orgasm crashes over you, raw and uncontrollable, soaking both of them as you shake, lost in the haze of pleasure that drowns out everything else.
âoh, fuuuck, yeaah⊠thatâs it,â suguru growls, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watches you cum, his thrusts not slowing, his hand digging into your hips with renewed force. âknew youâd come apart like this, just needed a little push. pathetic, arenât you? look at you, makin' a mess all over us.â
satoru moans, his own hips thrusting up as he feels your cum coat his dick, his eyes half-lidded, dazed. but before you can even catch your breath, satoruâs hands are already pulling you down, his grip firm as he positions you above him, eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger.
âoh, you thought you were done, sweetheart?â he taunts, a devilish grin spreading across his face. ânah, youâre not getting off that easy.â
he drags you forward, forcing you to settle over his mouth as he takes a loonnng, deliberate lick, his tongue swirling over your already sensitive folds. a sharp, keening whine escapes your lips as the overstimulation makes your head spin, hands scrambling to grip the headboard as you try to find any bit of balance.
âfuck, youâre so sensitive,â satoru groans against you, the vibrations of his voice making you shudder. âcan feel you shakin', baby. whatâs wrong? thought you could handle us?â
âsato â please,â you gasp, the plea spilling from your lips as his mouth works you over, his tongue relentless, flicking and sucking until youâre trembling, barely able to hold yourself up.
âoh, youâre just greedy, arenât cha?â suguruâs voice comes from behind, mocking yet laced with desire as he steps up, his hands pressing down on your back, pinning you against satoruâs mouth as he positions himself against your other roommate. âactin' like a needy little thing⊠and leaving me to finish off while you get all comfy on âtoruâs face?â
satoru lets out a muffled moan, and you realize suguruâs not just watching â heâs lining himself up against satoru, pushing inside with a sharp thrust that makes satoruâs body jerk beneath you, his hands digging harder into your thighs as heâs sandwiched against you both.
âfuck, suguru,â satoru moans, his voice coming out muffled as he keeps his mouth firmly latched onto you, his grip tightening as his body shivers with every thrust suguru gives him.
âgod, 'toru, youâre so desperate,â suguru sneers, picking up a ruthless pace, each thrust making satoruâs tongue press deeper against you, pushing you closer to another orgasm despite the aching overstimulation that has you seeing stars. âyouâre always actin' like a greedy little perv⊠canât even let me have her to myself without gettin' ya share, huh?â
satoruâs hands move to grab your waist, pulling you closer, nearly burying his face in your sloppy pussy as he lets out a choked, needy whine against you. âc-canât help it⊠shit, ya feel so good,â he gasps, voice muffled and broken, his breath warm against your swollen folds as his tongue presses deeper, eager and desperate. âtaste s'sweet, baby⊠canât get enough.â
youâre practically sobbing by now, your hands gripping the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white as you rock against his face, feeling the pleasure climb with each swirl of his tongue, each brush of his lips. âi⊠i canât⊠too much, satoru, please ââ
âoh, youâre not going anywhere,â suguru growls, his hand coming up to push between your shoulder blades, forcing you to arch as he ruts into satoru, the sharp rhythm making you jolt with each movement. âyouâre gonna stay right here and take it, just like the little slut you are, yeah? donât pretend you donât love it.â
satoruâs moans grow louder, more desperate, as heâs thrust into over and over, the pleasure and intensity breaking him down as his grip on you tightens, his mouth working you over with fervor, almost as if heâs trying to drown himself in you.
âwhoâs makin' ya feel good, huh?â suguru taunts, his voice dark and rough as he keeps up his pace, driving satoruâs face further against you with every thrust. âtell me whoâs got you fallin' apart like this.â
ây-you both â oh god, both of you, please ââ you stammer, your voice breaking as your thighs shake, every nerve alight, each stroke of satoruâs tongue pushing you closer until youâre lost, another orgasm overtaking you, spilling over like a flood that leaves you sobbing, spent, and completely theirs.
caught between suguru and satoru, the pleasure swells in waves, overtaking you so completely that words blur into desperate confessions, spilling out between gasps and shudders.
âl-love you⊠both of you, so much,â you babble, the sincerity threaded with breathless need, and itâs enough to push them over the edge.
satoruâs groans vibrate against you as he holds your hips, fighting to keep focus on your pleasure even as suguruâs relentless hand brings him to his own breaking point. he tries to keep his mouth steady, his tongue still teasing over you, but heâs undone, bucking helplessly, gasping, âshit⊠suguru, i ââ
âyou like this, donât you?â suguru sneers, his voice thick with both pride and satisfaction as he thrusts into satoru. âcanât even take your eyes off her, even while i'm inside you,â he taunts, his words making even satoru flush. âlook at you both, so desperate, so damn needy.â
satoru lets out a strangled moan, his body tensing as he comes, his release coating his own stomach as suguruâs hand jerks him through it. satoruâs head tilts back, eyes half-lidded with dazed pleasure, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he lets himself fall into the sensation, never breaking contact with you.
the combination of their sounds, suguruâs deep, satisfied groans as he spills into satoru, satoruâs quiet, shuddering gasps beneath you, and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your own body, sends you tumbling into your third - or was it fourth? - climax. itâs dizzying, consuming, leaving you boneless, shaking, barely holding onto the headboard as the last tremors run through you.
satoru is quick to catch you, his strong arms guiding you down to rest, his mouth softening from its earlier intensity as he places gentle kisses against your thighs. âya good, sweetheart?â he murmurs, his tone tender, grounding you with a warm smile as he brushes damp strands of hair from your face.
âyeah⊠just, totally spent,â you mumble, a laugh slipping out as you relax into his hold. suguru settles beside you, his hand stroking soothing circles on your back, his gaze softened from its earlier sharpness.
âgood girl,â suguru praises, his voice quiet now, full of affection as he pulls a blanket over you. âtook everything we gave you⊠weâre proud of you.â his lips brush your forehead, and for a moment, thereâs only warmth, only the steady rise and fall of your breaths.
you snuggle between them, letting out a contented sigh. âoh, by the way, umâŠâ you start, a sheepish pout forming, âthere wasnât actually a date tonight.â
thereâs a beat of silence before satoru bursts into laughter, his hands coming up to cover his face as he leans back, groaning.
âare you serious?â he scoffs, shaking his head. âwe did all that because you made up some story?â
suguru smirks, though thereâs a hint of amusement in his eyes as he leans close, tugging you gently by the chin so youâre looking right at him. âyouâre a cheeky little thing, arenât you?â he murmurs, voice low with amusement. âbut youâre ours now, so thereâs no need to make up stories to get our attention.â
âunlessâŠâ satoru teases, his eyes glinting mischievously. âyou just like getting us all riled up.â he taps your nose, chuckling as he pulls you back against him, letting you rest in his embrace.
you let out a soft giggle, feeling safe, cherished, utterly at ease. satoru's arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against him as his laughter bubbles up, muffled by your hair.
"oh, yeah," he snickers, his voice low and teasing, "guess weâre a trio now, huh? what, you didnât think itâd get official after all that?â
suguru huffs a laugh, his hand resting comfortably on your hip as he leans in, eyes glinting with that familiar mix of amusement and mischief. âour little trio, huh?â he murmurs, his tone somehow both affectionate and playful. âand here i thought youâd keep us on our toes a little longer.â
you look up at them both, cheeks still warm, lips swollen from all the breathless kisses, and you canât help the laugh that spills out of you. âso thatâs it, huh? iâm stuck with you two now?â
âstuck?â satoru grins, his voice full of mock offense. âyou better be thrilled to be our third, princess. you know how hard it was to keep this oneâ â he tilts his head at suguru, whose smirk only grows â "from swooping in first?â
suguru chuckles, rolling his eyes as he brushes a thumb along your cheek, his voice dipping. âoh, she was always going to be ours,â he murmurs, confident and possessive. âit was just a matter of when.â
âand where,â satoru quips, giving your hip a playful squeeze, making you squirm with a laugh. "and how often."
you press your hand to your forehead, sighing dramatically. âwhat did i get myself into?â you mock-groan, only to have both of them pull you close, laughter and warmth wrapping around you, sealing you into your newfound trio â exactly where you want to be.
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seat taker
s. you have a crush on the smartest and sexiest guy in your lit class who happens to ride a motorcycle with spooky season around the corner. what ever might happen?
w.c. 10.6k
w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut! (its more so toward the end so u can read until it cuts off to that lol if u want)
a/n: based on this idea I posted about biker!geto from uni lol, I didn't really proofread so ill get to that sometime later after I shower and eat lol just wanted to get this out
"go sit next to him then."
you take a nervous gulp from your water bottle as you walk to your lit class. the effort was a bit clumsy considering you were using one hand to open and close it while the other held your phone, your friend on the other line.
"never, would I ever have the balls to do that. i may be confident but I am not as delusional as the caveman gym bro that took your seat so he could sit next to me in anthropology."
she laughs on the other end, a hysterical giggle at your backtalk.
"well then he's just gonna keep thinking you're creepy cause you stare."
you let out a haughty scoff, "as if I acknowledge his existence." a finger of yours goes up in the air, as if she could see you being a smartass about your discretion, "I never look at him. I only get in a glance or two when he asks the professor a question or when he raises his hand to answer a question."
"you're insane."
"unfixable." you sigh prettily and proudly before giving a more serious response to her first suggestion, "and it would be really awkward if I sat next to him either way. the class is packed and everyone has their assigned unassigned seats, the white haired guy that always sits next to him would probably push me off his seat if he ever saw me there."
"that is true. some girl did that to me in stats and I was like ??? have you not been sitting somewhere else this entire semester? pissed me off that I had to sit somewhere else and take someone's seat."
you're about five seconds away from your lecture hall door when you add to her complaint.
"right. and then that person looks at you funny cause you took their seat and then arghâits just a fucking domino effect." you turn around and take a step into the class, the sight before you bringing emphasis to the last words that you meant to finish off with, "fuck seat takers..."
"huh. what was that last part?"
your classroom is full. every one of the 200 seats are seemingly just taken. it's a sight you're not used to when you walk into class. normally, when you decide to go in, about half of the class is there, and you were starting to curse the fact that you gave yourself the luxury to finish the last of your reading for next week ahead of time. those ten minutes didn't seem like they'd make a difference, they sure do now...
with white haired guy sitting in YOUR seat.
its across the lecture hall from where he normally sits, next to Geto, who just so conveniently has an empty seat next to him, the only empty seat.
poker face, poker face, poker face.
it's all you repeat to yourself as you walk up the carpet steps to the row where Geto is sitting and try to continue the conversation with your friend.
there's no white noise, some people are typing away at their computers and others are chatting with the person next to them or near them, so it gives you room to explain yourself a little without being heard.
"everybody's already in class, and white haired guy is in my seat dude, and guess which seat isn't fucking taken." there's an edge to your voice, however it lays undetectable with your calm face.
"WAITTTTTTTT. AHAHAâ"
you can feel your body heating up in nerves when you start walking between Geto's row, to the seat next to him.
"stop f/n. I am on the verge of committing a serious crime. I'm going to actually end up in handcuffs by the end of today. theâ"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA." She keeps laughing at you as you force yourself to not care that you're pulling out and sinking into the chair next to Geto. If he acknowledged you, you wouldn't have known, his mere presence something you deleted from your mind in order to process the current events before you right now.
a high pitched and drawn out HA is the last of her laughs you hear before she speaks again, "I basically manifested this for you. you should be thanking me."
"fuck your manifesting. I'm not excited for this." you don't care to filter your voice into a whisper, it stays at its normal tone even though you're next to Geto because he didn't even know what the conversation was about anyway.
you balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek while you begin to take out your iPad and journal for class.
"ask him for a ride on his motorcycle after heh." she pokes at you and you feel like you can hear her poking out her tongue in malevolence.
even though you're slightly grumpy at your predicament, you manage to make a comment accompanied by a sigh, "with the way midterms are looking, id need a different kind of ride."
"you can ask him for that too~"
"shut up, you menace."
"hehe," she strikes evilly, "well, I'll leave you to your class with your boyfriend."
"no, stop, the class doesn't evenâ"
"bye!"
and she hung up on you, leaving you to flip mindlessly through your notebook while you try to ignore the presence of the hot hot hot piece of sexiness next to you.
suguru geto has been at the forefront of your mind for weeks now. you had always slightly admired him from afar, considering your actual seat in the lecture hall was across the room from him. he was undeniably attractive, with his long black always tied up in a bun and clean outfits. and his intelligence, he was always one to garner thoughtful debates in class in response to the professors teachings. his calmness towards everything was enough to make you swoon at the thought go him being that patient with you too.
and his stupid motorcycle, the thing that made it all click for you.
you had been walking to the library after class to meet with your classmate to work on an anthropology presentation when you caught a glimpseâstareâof him getting onto a motorcycle and pulling a helmet over his head before he quickly rode off to wherever he was going. for some reason, it really got your gears grinding and wishing you could just jump this man and do some truly desperate things.
he was all you thought about after. none of the other cute guys in your classes could hold a candle to the being that is suguru geto, renouncing you into a pining mess that looked forward to every lit classâeven though you pretended you didn't care for him.
god, what even was the point in all of this if you weren't ever going to make a move? if he just SPOKE to you first maybe you could get some rizz inâ
"you have pretty handwriting."
"Iâwhat?"
you perk up like a deer in headlights at the sudden voice of Geto, wondering if you're the one he's speaking to.
and he is, he's spinning a pen between his fingers while he looks at you, slightly gesturing towards the journal in your hands, your cursive covering the pages of it.
"oh!" you're still caught off guard, doe eyes in the face of his sudden and scary, to you, comment, "thank you. can't even read it sometimes though, it's like trying to understand another language when I have to study what I write after."
he smiles slightly at your comment, a whisp of his dark hair swaying near his right eye, "I think it'd be cool to try and translate."
you resist the urge to curl into a ball and wish he would just look away from you, but you persevere, holding out your journal to him.
"be my guest." you say without hesitance
he sets his pen aside when he grabs it, immediately flipping through the pages and starting to skim through your notes, his eyes moving side to side as he does. you get a good view of him while he goes about trying to decipher your writings. he's wearing a black shirt today, it's not exactly tight, but not loose either. it gives you the perfect view of his arms bulging a bit, his biceps' size is an eye sore for you.
he's wearing these black stud earrings too, only visible because of the bun that he keeps his long hair. you wish you could see how long his hair actually was sometimes, he had never worn it down to class.
"looks like I'm more versed in your cursive than you are." he glances at you, a faint smile on his lips
your eyebrows raise a little and your eyes widen, "what? you can read it?"
he closes the journal and slides it to your spot on the very long lecture table. geto then leans over to your side a bit, close to your ear, and starts to point across the room to his white haired friend.
"see that idiot with the pitch black glasses?"
the question sends chills down your spine, the proximity making your heart race.
"y-yeah."
"silver spoon baby. learned cursive when he was four and it's basically incomprehensible unless you've been sharing notes with him since high school."
a laugh flows out of your lips, etching a smile on your face. your shoulder slightly bumps into his chest from it before you turn your head to directly face his.
"and I'm taking it that you're well versed in his cursive then too?"
he looks at you with a slight dreaminess in his eyes, his height still domineering over you even if you were both seated next to each other.
"have to be, would have failed lots of class projects if I didn't"
you take the opportunity to poke about the whereabouts of his friend in your seat now that he's been mentioned.
"and why's he sitting over there then?" you blink up at him for a response
at this, geto sinks back to his original position on his chair, face a million miles away from yours now as he goes back to fiddling with his pen.
"he's...trying to flirt with the girl he's talking to right now." he shakes his head a little, although there isn't much of a disappointed look in his face, it's more entertained. he was probably used to his friend's antics by now.
"ah. at least it looks like she's into it." you dispense the weight of your head onto the palm of your hand as you look at his friend with him, "could not have been me."
"what?"
you don't turn to look at him as you respond, "this Andrew Tate gym bro took my friend's seat to sit next to me in my anthropology class the other day. tried speaking to me like those guys who swear all you need is a computer to become a millionaire. worst ninety minutes of my life."
you hear a puff of a laugh from geto
"I can guarantee you Gojo has better skills than that. he's probably talking about his Halloween party for this weekend."
you flip your head to look at him suddenly, "he's that guy?"
every big party that everyone talked about on campus was always held by Gojo. they had numerous amounts of beers and liquor bottles. always the best music, the best hookup stories, the best snacks, everything. you hadn't put a face to the name until now, although it should've clicked when you found out Geto's name. his was always being paired with Gojo, as some would put it, two pretty best friends.
geto could see the gears turning in your head and his eyes creased a little at your realization in a smile, "yea, that's the guy."
you're a bit taken aback by his confirmation and turn to take another look at gojo before looking back at geto.
amused, geto speaks again, "by all means, go for it, he'sâ"
you quickly shake your head and stretch out both your hands to frantically do the same, "no, god, no. i'm not into him. it's just I didn't know that was him. I always hear good things about his parties."
geto nods, "he has an affinity for making sure everyone has a good time. you ever been to one?"
you shake your head, "never, haven't had the chance to or been invited."
"you should go to the Halloween one." geto suggests, gesturing his pen in your direction before going back to spinning it around his fingers, "you know where it is?"
you shake your head again, now completely facing his direction, the attention you were giving to his friend gone and now placed on him.
geto gestures towards your journal and reaches for it, "may I?"
you nod, curious at what he was going to do.
he flips the journal and opens the very last page, guaranteed to be blank and begins writing something on it.
when he pushes it back to your side of the table, you can see what he's written now, an address.
"that's where the frat house is."
you wiggle your eyebrows a little at him, "you in the frat too?"
geto laughs fully this time and shakes his head, "no. I have my own apartment. that's just gojo's thing."
you acknowledge him and look over the address written on your journal, "I'll think about it. have to wear my costume somewhere right?"
"what is it?" he tilts his head curiously, genuine interest in what you would choose to dress up as.
you try to bite back the smile at the knowledge you have of your costume and choose to leave it up in the air for him, tapping your journal on his shoulder.
"now that is something for you to find out if you see me at the party."
just how it's entailed in mean girls, you dress up slutty for gojo's halloween party. you wore a playboy bunny costume, close to one of the sluttier things you can wear, but it's rare recently for girls to wear as opposed to the trendy fairy and angel costumes lately.
although it isn't exactly halloween yet, its the first out of the two parties gojo was holding in honor of the holiday. next weekend there would be another one on the actual day, but you didn't know if you'd go that one yet, you were going to see what this one was all about though.
you brought your friend with you, hooking her up with the address geto provided you because she had been aching to go to one of gojo's parties too.
your eyes light up when you see geto's sleek black motorcycle parked near the garage as the both of you walk to the door.
"god, there's so many people inside." your friend all but screeches in excitement and you would too if it weren't for the nerves of impending doom that geto, your everything crush and classmate, was going to see you wearing this.
the chills that come from the thought make you rub your shoulders for heat as you walk inside and the blaring of the music becomes even more booming now that it isn't being shielded by the walls of the house.
"where do you think the drinks are?" you try to speak up, a trace of small worry at bumping into geto laced in your voice.
she raises her head up and looks around to see where she could spot the alcohol until she starts dragging you by the hand, "the kitchen is over here I think!"
she pushes the both of you past clusters of people, paving the way for her desire for vodka and it makes you bump into someone a bit roughly.
you try to voice out your apology quickly as she keeps dragging you along, looking back at who you just bumped into.
it's geto.
his eyes show mild surprise, not one for entirely showing his emotions, they're widened a bit and he looks a bit taken aback while his eyes rake up and down your bodyâstill being dragged away. he's not wearing a costume, sporting a white t-shirt and jeans instead.
the words of apology you were going to utter fall off as you make eye contact and realize it was him you bumped into, he who just got an obvious look at your costume.
you're glad the speed of your friend makes the interaction short lived due to her lightning speed in suddenly bringing you to the kitchen, which is lined with beer and liquor of all kinds, every space of the spacious kitchen taken up by alcohol.
you hurriedly reach to serve yourself a cup of strawberry vodka, hoping that the first sip and those after might make your nerves dilute. when you turn around to talk to your friend, who's probably already served herself straight flavorless vodka, she's being flirted with by her anthropology club crush. she gives you a quick glance, a combination of 'oh my god oh my god' and 'sorry' being communicated to you.
you smile at her knowingly and point towards where everyone was dancing and talking, marking that that's where you would be while you left her to go as far as she wanted with the boy in front of her.
you're halfway through the crowd to make it to the patio when a voice is suddenly in your ear from behind.
"is it as cool as people say?"
you jump at the intrusion and cradle the cup of vodka to your chest and look at who just spoke to you.
it's geto, exactly behind you, his large frame towering over your body and leaned over so you could hear him.
you're stopped in your tracks and turn around to face him now, trying hard not to feel intimated by your basically half naked right in front of him.
"yeah!" you nod
geto turns his head a little from his spot at least a foot above you and leans down again, at level heads with you
"sorry, say that again." he looks at you earnestly, wanting to be able to properly hear your answer with the loud music echoing into your ears and his.
"I said yeah! I didn't know parties could be this packed!" you say, taking a nervous sip from your cup as you look at him
"what happened to your friend?" geto keeps his posture the way it is to keep talking to you
"the guy she likes started talking to her!" you exclaim past the loud blare of music.
"ah." he nods, taking a quick glance to the kitchen and spotting your friend smiling eagerly at the guy in a jason costume in front of her. "what are you going to do then?"
you blink cluelessly, haven't actually thought about until he asked you.
"dance!" you look around the room so he could look with you. bodies pressed against each other and bodies dancing by themselves all across the room.
geto smiles and straightens himself before reaching a hand out to you and gives you a look of 'wanna take it?'
you can't help the bashful smile that makes its way to your face as you hesitantly take his hand. he softly brings you closer to him, not as close as the other horny bodies in the room, but it's a little intimate and makes you feel intoxicated. he puts his other hand high on your waist, making sure to avoid the sluttiness beneath that line of your torso considering your outfit, and he starts to sway the both of you to the music. he holds you to himself with you hook an arm over his shoulder and use the other hand to hold your drink, singing along to the music with a toothy smile.
it was playful, the interaction with him, a fun setting between the both of you. the combination of that and the large heap of strawberry vodka you served yourself and managed to finish by the second song with him were the reason for your increasing comfortable nature with him. you were laughing and laying your head on his chest frequently through your endless bursts of energy and gasping breaths for relief.
he was smiling throughout the entirety of it, never getting too comfortable though, and keeping his hands where they had originally been.
"I just wanna be one of your girls tonight!" you sing at the top of your lungs.
geto lets go of one of the hands encircling you and instead reaches for one of the hands splayed across his shoulder and chest, caressing it with a thumb.
you tug at him a little with your other hand and he leans down to hear what you're about to say.
"wanna get drinks?" you ask, craving a sweet hard seltzer instead of another pour of vodka.
"you want something?" geto asks you back
"are there any strawberry drinks?" you blink up at him
geto looks like he's thinking for a second, trying to remember the usual drinks his best friend caters, before he nods, "yeah there are. want me to get you one?"
you nod eagerly at him and follow him to kitchen. he had taken a hold of your hand when he noticed you were going to accompany him, he didn't want you to struggle getting through all those people.
he had been bent over to look through a cooler on the floor before he stood up and held out a strawberry daiquiri to you, "here."
"thank you." you nod before you jump and sit on the countertop so you could rest and drink
you notice geto doesn't have a drink in his hand when he leans against the kitchen island in front of you.
"you didn't want a drink?"
geto shakes his head calmly, "gotta drive back."
"oh." you remember his motorcycle from earlier near the garage and strike another question so he doesn't know that you know he has a motorcycle. incredible logic.
"what kinda car do you have?"
"ah, not a car, a motorcycle." he smiles slightly, the answer was humble
"oh~"you drag outâas if it was new information to youâand continue drinking from your bottle.
"you have a ride back home though?" geto asks, crossing his arms over his chest so he could be more comfortable while listening to you.
"uhh," you reach for your phone and see a message from your friend asking if it was okay for her to go to McDonalds with her crush, "well I was going to uber with my friend, but she just had a change of plans."
"I can take you home." he offers genuinely, tilting his head in await for your answer.
"In your motorcycle?!" you blurt out
he starts laughing heartily at your answer and smirks at you when he speaks again, "never been on one?"
"no." you shake your head, a bit intimidated, "what if I fall. im literally naked im gonna get cut up by the road."
geto smiles at you, "that's a fair concern, but I'll give you my helmet and let you borrow my jacket, it's big, it should cover you up a bit no?"
although the alcohol leaves your brain empty, you think it over which involved nothing but staring at him in supposed 'thought' before you nod, "okay."
"can I give you my number? so you can send me your address?" geto asks, shuffling a little bit closer to you
"mhm." you hand your phone to him and watch as he types away into your phone before he hands it back to you. when you stare back at his contact name, suguru geto, it makes a dawn of realization wash over you.
"you don't know my name, rigâ"
"y/n."
you do a double take at how fast he says it and his eyes crease at your reaction.
"what?"
"you get involved in the lectures a lot." he takes note for you
"oh." you sink back into yourself
"do you know mine?"
you shyly respond with a, "yea, you get involved a lot too..."
"good to know." he grins a little, watching as you take the last sip of your drink and gesturing back towards the dancing scene, "wanna go back?"
"yeah." you confirm softly, taking the hand he gives you so you can get off the countertop smoothly. and when your feet touch the ground, you yelp, "ow ow ow ow!"
the hour of pure dancing and jumping around had not been a good rival for your new and tall heels. they were a height you had walked before, but the shoes themselves were new and not worn in, causing a great deal of pain across your entire foot.
geto held you by just below your armpits, the worry he had seeping through in his widened eyes and his leaning over to see if he find out what was wrong with you.
"what's wrong?" he asks quickly
"the heels," you scrunch up your nose in pain and sigh, "they hurt like a bitch now that I got a bit of rest."
you can tell geto feels bad about your pain by the way he grimaces for you and plants you on the countertop again. he suddenly kneels down and begins to work at the clasps of your heels.
"you can borrow my shoes. that sound alright?" he looks up at you from where he's at, already sliding one of the heels from your feet.
you're quick to deny, "but what about you?"
"satoru and I are the same size, I can just ask him for a pair, he has a million."
you give in at his response, embarrassed, "okay."
"you want me to take you home now?" he lightheartedly smiles as he works on the other heel, "I think you can walk in my shoes, but dancing doesn't seem doable."
"well yea." you say dejectedly, a little frown etching itself on your face when he finally comes back up, his lips quirk up a little when he sees it
"wait for me here then." he says, putting your shoes next to you on the countertop before he walks off a little hurriedly to you assume gojo's room.
when geto walks you to his motorcycle, he takes your heels and puts them in the compartment box of it for you, then takes his helmet and immediately puts it on your head.
an 'oomf' leaves your mouth at the sudden weight of it and he looks a little amused as he starts working at the straps of it.
"there you go."
he smirks a little as he looks at the, very large in comparison to you, helmet, and picks up his jacket that he brought back from gojo's room to put on you.
"there we go" he sighs, almost like he's proud of himself and gets on the motorcycle, turning his torso a little to pat behind him for you to get on too.
when you get on and take in the feeling of sitting on a motorcycle for the first time, he's turned around and looking at his phone, pinching and zooming in on the route to your apartment.
"you actually live pretty close to me." he murmurs, noting what roads to take.
"yeah?" you yawn, laying your head on his back
"alright," geto says, starting up his motorcycle, revving it up a bit, "hug me tight okay?"
you nod sleepily and wrap your arms around him, brain so eased by the alcohol in your system that you don't overthink it, as if your sober self wouldn't be screaming and crying on the inside during this exact situation.
geto drives off at a decent pace, some part of you thinking that this might not be the speed he normally drives off and that he was taking it a bit slower just for you. you could feel him breathe in and out all throughout the ride, his chest and stomach were rising and falling underneath your touch. you fell half asleep on him halfway through it, managing to grasp onto him like a child with their stuffed animal, and unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids.
you blink back to reality at the sudden stop of movement, the stilling air was no longer brushing past your skin and the noise of wheels screeching against the road was gone.
after geto helps you get his helmet off, he hangs it on one of the handles and takes your heels out of the compartment box.
"this is your place right?"
another yawn flutters past your mouth again and you hold out your pointer finger to say yes.
"alright." geto says, watching as you lead the way into and through your apartment and to your place. he had placed a ghost of his hand near your back in case you started to trip up from his shoes considering their size in comparison to your feet. the walk was quiet considering your focus on making it to your door and the overwhelming sleepiness dawning on you.
when you get to your door you slip off geto's shoes and them to him, taking your heels from him in return.
"thank you, geto." you hold try not to yawn again, doe eyes sleepily fluttering at him
"you can call me by my first name." he comments comfortingly, "and no problem. see you in class?"
"yeah." and this time you do yawn, again, before you open your door and walk inside, looking at him while you hold onto the frame.
"alright then." he looks down at you from across the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto his shoes, "get some rest okay?"
"okay." you almost murmur, your bed calling out to you.
you get to class at the time you usually do the following class meeting. the weather forecast had been a little chilly, so you opted for a cozy, off the shoulder sweater. it was fashionable and you had been dying to use it the moment you saw the weather forecast the night before.
you're scribbling notes onto your iPad this time, going over lecture notes from your earlier class that day. there were some things you forgot to add and that's what you always used this time for before class started. you see the class start filling in minute by minute out of your peripheral vision as you do this.
your habit of pretending to not care about suguru's presence is still existent, so all you can see for a fleeting second when you look into your backpack for a mint is that he is indeed sitting at his normal spot with gojo.
there was no chance to look at him that day in class, he hadn't spoken, which wasn't really rare, sometimes you wouldn't speak in class either. you, however, did speak in class that day, the module that the professor was teaching that day had piqued your interest a great amount and thus called for a great amount of your interaction with the lesson.
by the end of class, you were setting quick reminders on the notes you had taken of what was the most important before you started packing your bag to leave. the sound of feet and shuffling to leave the class a bit noisy, but it could let you make out the distant loud voice of gojo, probably talking to suguru.
"I have been on my best behavior. I do not know what you mean by that Suguru." "No no no that was a favor, look where it got you." "Oh you are such a wuss."
It was only a little appealing considering the fact that you couldn't hear what suguru was saying and the things that gojo was saying didn't let you get any clues as to what they were talking about. oh well.
you wanted to go home and start studying for a test tomorrow, so you started walking out of class, past suguru and gojo's line of view.
you heard a smack, like one of them had hit the other.
and gojo's voice, "idiot."
you were sitting at your desk, going over the last of your test review when you felt your phone buzz across the desk and picked it up
suguru
hey
y/n
hi
suguru
you wanna take satoru's seat next class?
y/n
he wants to flirt with mika again?
suguru
not rlly lol.
y/n
?????
suguru
I think it'd be cool to switch desk buddies every once in a while ;)
y/n
lmaooo. I won't tell mika if that's what you're scared of
suguru
haha, that's not rlly the case, but just take his seat
y/n
okay?
when you go to class again that same week, you hesitantly take gojo's seat. there was no follow up text from suguru after you said your okay and it was a little off putting. of course it had only been that night and the day after that he hadn't texted again, but it was a little weird, especially for it being the very first text conversation he strikes with you. the only thing that had been exchanged between either of you in your messages had been your address to him from gojo's party.
there were no notes for you to go over, there was no test or important knowledge that you had to use soon in any upcoming classes, so you were left to wait for the class to begin while you aimlessly scrolled through your phone and watched people come into class.
three minutes had passed before suguru and gojo were walking into class together. gojo was rubbing his friend's shoulder rather roughly, a fang filled smile on his face as he said something to him. suguru didn't seem to mind it, like many things, his eyes still had that warmth they always had, but it looked like he had said something back.
gojo playfully shoved suguru forward by the back before he laughed evilly and walked to your original seat, if you were right, you could see his bright blue eyes flick to you for a second behind his glasses before he smiled at the girl he flirted with last week.
you look up at suguru as he finally gets to the seat next to you.
"hey." he sighs with a smile as he plops into the seat.
"hey." you smile only halfway, a little tired from staying up to finish a homework the night before.
"sorry about the cryptic texts." he starts to apologize, moving his chair a little closer to yours, "satoru took my phone."
ah. that's why it seemed so out of character
"it's fine." you reassure, "they were a little off putting to read."
suguru scratches at the back of his neck, "I'm sorry about that. I meant to text after but I felt awkward."
"really? about?"
for the first time, you see him stumble on what to say, hesitance obvious when he opens and closes his mouth for a painfully slow second before he manages to respond, "to see if you were coming to the party on actual Halloween night this weekend."
"oh." your mouth opens in a little oh, oblivious to what he really wanted to say, "I'm not too sure. my friend that I went to the party with is spending it with that same guy she left with. so I don't have anyone to go with. plus I already used my costume."
"what's wrong with using the playboy bunny costume again?"
you eye him, disappointed, and lean over to flick his forehead, "i...am not an outfit repeater, suguru. the people who saw me at last week's party are going to remember me and say 'she's using the same costume again, what a loser'"
he gazes back at you as if you pat his head instead of just flicking it, warmth and a hint of mischief seeping into his stare, "you're right, you did catch a lot of attention."
"what?"
suguru leans back in his seat and answers, "you looked beautiful. it was hard to ignore."
"for who?"
"for me and every guy with eyes at the party."
he seems calm and confident when he says it, but his cheeks and ears start to get a slight pinkish hue as he awaits your response.
you try to keep looking at him, fighting the need to look away and wait for the professor to start class, your flustered face saying all too well what you're feeling, "what am I supposed to say to that?"
"you don't have to." suguru moves forward, positions his feet to face you as well as his face, and puts his elbow on the table, slanting his body onto it a little, "The president of gojo's frat asked for your name. He really liked you."
"Zenin?!"
"You like him?" he asks, with the tone of a guy who would try to set you up with the president if you said yes.
you shake your head, gaze looking down in embarrassment, "no no. it just caught me off guard..."
"if you like Toji it's fine," he tries to lower his head so he could catch your eye again, speaking earnestly yet something about it sounds like it's fake, it's weird, "he's like a dog, treat him well and he's loyal. although he can be brutally possessive, probably the type to leave hickeys on your legs if you're going to be with him and wear a costume like the one from the party."
"no, I don't like him. he's not my type." you answer meekly, having felt a bit of pressure from his boasts of the frat president.
"no?"
"no."
and before he can continue with his intense conversation again, you're saved by your professor, dramatically entering the class and bellowing for all of you to pay attention to him.
when your class ends, you try and succeed at scampering away from suguru before he can get a word out. as if she possessed magical powers, your friend called you the moment your professor ended the lesson. within the millisecond her name popped up on your phone, you grabbed at your phone at put it to your ear.
"hello?"
"hey hey! I have a question!"
you pay no mind to suguru as you haul your backpack over your shoulders and begin to walk out of class.
"what's up?"
"do you want the extra halloween costume I bought? levi is taking me to dinner on halloween for our date and I won't get to use it."
"the fembot costume?!"
you can almost makeout the banter between suguru and gojo a way's away behind you as you walk down the concrete steps of the building.
"yeah! you can go to gojo's party in it!" she beams, before her voice gains a bit of malice, "you can dance with motorcycle guy again~"
"go there by myself?" you groan, almost wanting to stomp your feet on the pavement beneath you
"lots of girls go by themselves to parties!"
"well I've never done that." you grumble
"aw come on. use the costume and go for me. pretty pleaseeeee."
"I'm going to give you a reason to be scared on halloween if this goes south for me. got it?"
it's cold when you get to gojo's party and you're beyond psyched out of your mind. from the unbelievably slutty costume that let everyone see your naked body in panties due to sheer babydoll material and the fear of coming across a very handsome suguru or toji zenin, who as handsome as he was might be able to seduce you, but you didn't want him like you did suguru.
you're more conscious of the stares now, due to suguru's previous comment and the fact that this costume was way more revealing.
on instinct you rush to the kitchen and get a strawberry daiquiri like the one suguru got for you exactly a week ago. you didn't want to get drunk tonight considering you came by yourself, so reaching for the strawberry vodka again was not within your list of options.
your eyes were on high alert as you pushed yourself through the countless bodies dancing, trying to remain unseen.
it doesn't give you cause to hide for some reason, considering he's suguru's friend, but you see satoru strut to the kitchen in a slutty firefighter costume. he was wearing the pants and boots, and nothing on top but a set of suspenders. classic.
however, you do a double take when you suguru geto wearing that same exact costume. you swear you feel your eye twitch in frustration when your eyes see his hair finally down, splayed across his back and chest, and get a peek of a tattoo tracing his spinal structure, bone for bone, going all the way up his back until it gets interrupted by his hair. his arms are practically calling to you when he fist bumps a toji zenin wearing a prisoner costume, they flex and bulge at the action. his abs are all perfectly prominent andâ
he just made eye contact with you.
you hadn't gojo walk up to him and whisper something into his ear, probably that you were here.
fuck you satoru gojo.
suguru smiles immediately and turns to walk to you, leaving you to stay in place and not run away from him.
"you bought another costume?"
"no," you feel your chest heave at the sight of him, breath getting caught in your throat with his very shirtless self right in front of you. it makes you look off to a girl dancing behind him when you continue, "my friend gave me hers because she didn't end up dressing up."
"you want me to bring zenin?" he points a thumb behind him, towards the kitchen, face the definition of calm and suave.
you glare at him this time and take a sip of your daiquiri
"what? feeling shy?" he smiles down at you, if he weren't such a peaceful seeming person, you would have said it was condescending
"I'm not into zenin." a tinge of irritation already seeping into your voice.
"you sure?" he moves closer to you, your face right smack in front of his chest.
"yes." you jut your chin at him, done with his shenanigans
his lips twitch a little when he tugs your strawberry daiquiri out of your hands, grabs you by the neck, thumb close to your chin, and says, "open your mouth." he immediately starts to chug from your daiquiri and the thought of realization dawns on you of what he was about to do.
you open your mouth and he pushes his body closer to yours as he spits the drink into your mouth, his eyes solely on yours as he does it besides for when he briefly looks at something or someone behind you rather haughtily. he's still holding you and intently watching when you swallow it down immediately. that familiar happy crease of his eyes sketched itself across his face after.
you're heaving a little, star struck by the action the both of you just committed, "what was that suguru?"
"scaring off zenin. you don't want him right?"
his eyelids flutter a bit, something yours did whenever they were sleepy and it makes you search into his eyes more. your curiosity dying when you see the sudden red veins clouding the whites of his eyes. and you push him off.
"are you kidding me? you're high?"
"and drunk." he smiles, not minding your pushing him off and still inserting himself into your personal space again.
you try to speak and can't, solely out of irritation at the fact that he did that because of his intoxicated state. you bite your lip to stop yourself from overreacting and settle for shaking your head.
"you don't like guys who smoke?" he asks, genuine concern laced with his stupid crossed persona at the moment, "I tend to never smoke, but satoru passed me his joint when I was already at the 'whatever happens' point of a tequila bottle ."
"I really don't care about that in a guy, as long as he's not a musty constant weed user that can never cope with his life." you roll your eyes at him slightly, "but you just spit alcohol into my mouth because you're crossed as fuck."
"no." he scoffs, now entirely entranced in his conversation with you.
"yes."
"I spit alcohol into your mouth so zenin wouldn't come up to you."
the response makes you cross your arms over each other, "a simple 'hey she's not into you like that' would have sufficed."
"where's the fun in that?" its a serious question for him, you can tell by the way he patiently waits for your answer
irked, you look up at the ceiling while biting your cheek, trying to gather yourself again before you say, "sober up geto." and turning to walk away.
you made it your mission to stay hidden the entire party, having entered the deal with your best friend that if the night turned sour for you, she would come with her boy whatever to pick you up in his car
after their date.
which wasn't going to end until an hour or two.
the garage had stayed open to the enormous frat house, although there weren't any people in it. people had respected the space, leaving the miscellaneous in it untouched such as the two cars and...suguru's bike.
you eyed it from the rather comfy bean bag in the darkest corner of the garage, feeling a fight or flight instinct at the mere glimpse of it whenever you looked up from your phone.
it had been almost two hours since you last suguru and you were striving to keep the streak going on longer.
"told you I'm going home satoru." a wary and very sobered up voice says when they open the door to the garage, "I drank enough water, I'm sober."
it's suguru.
there is no stagger in his step and his posture is refined as he walks to lean again the trunk of the car furthest from you and closest to his bike. you remain hidden due to the cars covering you from his line of sight as well as the sheer darkness of the corner.
he's wearing a shirt now, another black one, and he rakes his hands across face when he gives a defeated sigh. you hoped he wouldn't notice you.
this was your Friday the 13th movie for sure.
suguru pulls outs his phone from one of the spacious pockets of his fireman pants and he starts to type away immediately. there's a slight buzz from your phone seconds within the action.
suguru
are you still here?
I'm sobered up now.
he shoves his phone back in his pocket after. and you watch as he stays where he is, crossing his arms across his chest while he waits a good five minutes for you to respond, which you don't do. he gets his phone out again after and taps something randomly before he puts his phone up to his ear.
buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz
the strong buzzing of your phone on your thigh make a ricochet that gets's fine tuned ears pick up quickly.
"y/n?" he's shining his phone's flashlight on you, squinting his eyes just a little to try and make you out.
nervous, you mutter, "what."
suguru turns the light off and sighs, walking to your corner, his eyes already getting adjusted to the darkness.
"why didn't you answer me?"
"do you really not know the answer?"
"you're right." he sinks down in front of you, sitting down on the floor and brushing a stressed hand through his hair. his legs are stretched out and basically manspread even though he's not on a chair.
"satoru didn't text you to switch seats with him because he wanted to flirt with mika" he comes forth, both of his hands laying across his knees.
you're confused, "butâ"
"it was a wild attempt of his to help me talk to you again." and he laughs, a burst of energy randomly gracing the intense air. suguru raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck while his chest and stomach ricochet and his teeth peek out from his mouth.
"truth is, I really like you." he's still smiling.
the declaration makes you stare blankly at him and a million goosebumps rise across your entire body.
"if you don't feel the same in that regard it's fine of course." he reassures, back to his normal calm self, "I just thought it would help explain my behavior."
"since when?" you peep
"our first class meeting," suguru seems a little bashful at the confession
"I have for a couple of weeks now too." you meekly profess
suguru seems genuinely surprised, his eyes widening, "you have?"
"why do you sound so surprised?" your brows knit.
"it felt like you didn't know I existed until last week." he grins followed by a small huff of humor
"oh...that," you trail off, embarrassed, "I thought pretending you didn't exist was the best way for you to not know I had a thing for you..."
"satoru is far smarter than me in that aspect." he says, "he insisted that you were doing that when I told him."
you giggle a little, "he read me like a book."
suguru hangs his head for a second and groans, still joyful, before he whips his head up and gazes at you, "I apologize for having never gathered the courage to approach you before. I have Satoru to thank for even getting me here with you in the first place."
"it's fine." you shrug, pulling at your own fingers, "we're here now aren't we?"
"we are." he agrees before leaning over. suguru grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto it while his eyes never leave your own.
"want to go back to the party?" you muster past your nerves, focus solely on the warmth of his hand still holding onto yours.
suguru shakes his head lightly, "I'm enjoying it being just the two of us right now. do you want to?"
"no, I like it here too."
theres a moment of silence, where both of you stare at the hands that the both of you have connected until a strong breeze passes and flutters the thin material of your babydoll up and makes you shiver strongly.
"let me." suguru says as he hastily gets up and gets his leather jacket that's hanging from his motorcycle, then brings it back to you, helping you tuck your arms into the sleeves and get comfortable in it.
he's above you when he does it and you can see the small glances he tries to avoid giving your body, especially at the sparkly pink thong peeking through the see through material of your costume. suguru is making sure his jacket is on your properly when you call out to him suddenly.
"suguru."
he doesn't get the chance to respond when he looks back up at you and you pull him in by the material of his shirt to kiss him.
he reciprocates within seconds, after the surprise wears off and places a hand on your thigh, the other next to your head and grabbing at the beanbag. his lips are soft and have no remnants of alcohol on them, a smooth flavor of his skin and flesh meeting your tastebuds when he dips his tongue into your mouth. it elicits a groan from him when you whimper at the contact.
he pushes as much as he can into your space without falling and you follow suit, trying to lift yourself as much as possible off the beanbag to meet him.
a particular whimper has suguru pulling away from you and pulling you up by the arm so he can maneuver you to sit on the trunk of the car next to you. when he plops you down onto it, he slots his torso between your thighs and pulls you for an even deeper kiss. his hands have a strong grip on your thighs as he keeps you against him and you can feel the distinctly large throbbing of something against your panties through his pants.
"areâmmmmâyou hard?" you ask through kisses
suguru can't help the grind of his bulge against your core when he answers and keeps kissing you, giving small nips to your lips, "yes."
your eyes are closed into the kiss when your hands navigate to the waistband of his pants, about to reach forâ
"not here." suguru mutters and keeps both of your wrists clamped under one of his large hands.
you pull yourself away from his lips and heave, a pout of sexual frustration illustrated on your eyes and lips. "okay."
he raises a hand to caress your cheek as he smiles fondly, "what?"
"nothing."you look away for a quick second, leaning in to kiss him again after.
suguru stops you before you do though, clamping one of his hands against your mouth while the other holds the back of your head.
he's smiling even wider this time, "now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you touch me before I get to touch you?"
you slouch in his hold, too upset by the fact that you couldn't touch him or go back to kissing him to care about his words.
"you know, even satoru couldn't keep his eyes off of you in this little costume of yours." he looks down for a second so you could too, "god knows what toji was thinking. I saw the tent in his pants when you took my spit and booze like a good girl."
suguru sees the way you shift your hips for a smidge of relief at his words. "are you my good girl?" he leans his forehead across yours, hand still on your mouth. you try your best to let out a muffled 'mhm' and incessantly nod your head, eyes pleading and hands gripping onto his shirt.
"are you going to answer the phone when I text you next time?"
you give him the same answer again.
"god." he warily eyes you, gaze wandering towards the outline of your breasts and the rest that wasn't covered by your thong, "you're so beautiful."
the hand at the back of your neck trails down and moves some hair away from your shoulder, then ends up holding you by your lower back as suguru leans down and starts to mouth at your neck. he starts off small with his intentions, simply placing soft and subtle kisses, eliciting a ticklish response from you until his lips become searing and he goes in with the intent of leaving hickeys on you, it makes you squirm and suguru lets you, it's not like you can break away from his touch anyway. you use your legs to keep him caged in and closer to you eventually after the third 'pop' you heard coming from his mouth on your skin, it makes him audibly laugh for a second too.
you tug at the hand on your mouth, expecting for the task to be hard considering his build, but suguru lets his hand fall away easily and hold onto your thigh.
"what are you thinking pretty?" he asks mindlessly before going for the opposite side of your neck
"mmmmâabout how goodâmmâthis feels."
"yeah?"
"mhm"
"tell me what you want to do. do you want me to drop you off at your place after this?" he blows on your most recent hickey and smirks when he sees you jump a little, "do you want me to get you food?"
"I wantâah!" suguru bites into your neck fairly hard, enough to make you moan and yelp at the same time, "I want to spend the rest of the night with you at my place. can we watch a scary movie?" the suggestion is simple and it isn't to hook up with him, although that's what you want more than ever now, but you don't want him to think you're that desperate so its what you settle for.
"couldn't imagine a better halloween than that." he smiles
you're under suguru, on your bed later that night, the movie you had been watching was long forgotten and the t.v. was turned off the second things started to get out of hand. it wasn't his fault no, suguru's a gentleman and when you said you just wanted to watch a movie, he was just going to watch the movie with you. you were the instigator. after you had been cuddled into his arms, near his neck, you decided to place a few loving kisses...that eventually turned into what this was with suguru getting up to take off and throw away his shirt while you hastily yanked off the long gloves of your costume.
he was needy, grinding his hips into yours the moment he came back down to kiss you.
"you have no idea how fucking bad I've been wanting you." he mutters, hissing when a particular rub pleases him the right way
it makes your back arch, "I think I do suguru."
"really?" he groans into your mouth, "you touch yourself to me like I do for you?"
"yeah." you sigh, clinging onto him even more, splaying your hand across the soft skin of his back.
"move your panties to the side."
when he feels your hand move down and follow his directions, suguru moves his down too and slides a finger across your soaked folds.
"fuck, this pussy is so wet for me. were you even trying to pay attention to the movie?"
"yes, I was." you complain, and whimper when he starts rubbing circles across your lower lips, gathering your slick for added stimulation after every rub.
he separates himself from kissing you to look down at his ministrations, mouth opening in a soundless moan at the sight.
"listen to this sloppy fucking pussy." he rubs faster and you start to jerk your hips up by natural defiance at the stimulation, but he holds you down "no, let me touch you baby." he says sternly
your breathing starts to pick up and you feel that familiar knot that only you can give yourself starting to build up in your stomach and suguru notices, looking up to smile at you.
"are you close angel?"
concentrated on the feeling, all you can do is nod your head and he speeds up his pace at it, garnering close to wanton moans from you and screech like whines.
"come on come on, cum for me pretty girl, cum cum cum cumâfuck, atta girl." suguru talks you through it, mouth opening in awe at the sight of your body going limp and your breathing slowing down, his cock even twitches at how cute it is that your legs kick a little when you cum too, he thinks he'll be able to keep them still when he gets make you cum on his cock.
you start to hiss at the overstimulation when he keeps rubbing your clit after your high, "'s too much suguru."
he doesn't stop, "you want to stop now then?"
the shake of your head makes his eyes light up and bite his lip with a grin, "then just let me keep going."
it takes all of your strength to lean up with one of your elbows and grab his wrist with the other, obvious strain written across your features when you huff, "I want you inside me."
like he knew that was what you wanted, suguru's grin grows wider, "are you sure?"
you nod your head in confirmation, followed by suguru saying, "so cute." before he gets up and pushes his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and climbs on top of you, manhandling your legs by pinning them to either side of your head into a mating press.
he lets his cock teasingly rub up and down your folds while he leans down to nip at your ears, "let's leave your little costume on yeah?"
you nod and make a face when his tip catches on your entrance
suguru lifts his hips at your confirmation and pushes his tip in, savoring the way you're beginning to invite him inside you.
" 's so big sugu." you whimper in shock at the larger than expected intrusion
"never taken a cock this big?" he pulls out and pushes in again a little deeper
"no." you rake your hands down his arms
suguru laughs, "good thing I'm here to provide then right? see, look at you creaming around me already."
the words make you look down at where you both meet and when he pulls out again, you can see the ring and slick on his dick, it makes you shiver.
"I'llâmakeâthisâlittle-fuckingâpussy-takeâme." he punctuates each and every one of his words with a thrust that pushes himself deeper and deeper inside you until you can fully feel his tip grazing your cervix and every vein on his dick ridging against your walls from how girthy he is.
every sound that comes out of your mouth after is incoherent when suguru starts to punishingly pummel into you and god does he keep talking to you.
"you look so pretty taking this dick baby. god, you sound even cuter than I imagined. you like getting stretched out like this? fuck, take it take it take it. wish I could make you sit on it, you'd look so cute trying to ride me."
it's all so much, especially when every thrust is accompanied by a moan or groan of his or with a sentence.
"couldn't fucking wait to get home after the party last week too. wanted to rip off that costume and fuck you till you couldn't even scream. and when you wear those skirts with pantyhose to class?" suguru groans, "allâIâcanâthinkâaboutâisâbendingâyouâoverâandâstuffingâthisâpussyâwithâmyâcum."
"suguru!" you squeal, "imâI'm gonna cum!"
suguru tightens his hold on your thighs at the admission and starts jackhammering into you, "cum around me baby. let me fuck you through it." it almost sounds like he's starting to beg, "just cum for me, cum for me, cumâ"
a silent scream leaves your mouth and you trash in suguru's hold while he keeps his furious pace.
"so pretty, angel." his eyebrows knit as he watches you orgasm and feels you clamp down on him. it has his peak lurching across his body and his thrusts grow erratic as he starts spurting his cum into you.
he leans down to kiss you as his cock twitches inside of you, leaking his cum into you each time.
at the end of the kiss, the both of you are heaving against each other, smiles on both of your faces until you erupt into laughter and giggles.
suguru is still inside you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, swiping away your sweaty baby hair, "you're cute when you cum. you kick your legs a little, I like it."
the confession has you trying to shy away and suguru laughs again, caressing your head, "why are you shying away? you wore this costume for everyone to see just a couple hours ago."
"well this is you telling me you think the way I cum is cute, its quite different than guys looking at my thong." you shakily grab onto his shoulders
"I suppose so." suguru nuzzles into your neck, "do you have a bath?"
"yeah."
"let me start one for us then." he pulls out and both of you look down at your lonely entrance until his cum starts to leak out. suguru seems entranced and you can see his cheeks start to gain a red hue accompanied by the blood starting to rush to his cock too.
suguru looks back at you the moment you do too. you reach a hand out to him and he crawls back on top of you.
"we can do that later right?"
"right."
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â SAVE A HORSE, MILK A . . DEMON ?! â
᥎êȘ« sum. who wouldâve known the king of curses can lactate? not you and certainly not him. this is dire, he needs help but more importantly - he needs you.
warnings. fem! reader, heian era, vırgin sukuna, pĂčssy drunk sukuna, established relationship, unprotected, lĂĄctation (sukuna), we literally milk him, squırting, nıpple play, brÄeding, brief Ćral (f! receiving), premature ejac, overstim, praise.
wc. 5.7k
an. elaborating more on here. need him so bad
âyou, câmere,â you pause dead in your tracks, feeling a bit special that the sukuna ryomen, your worthy king was seeking out for you. his voice was loud, it rang through the walls of his kingly chambers before huffing out a single breath. he rests on his throne - bawled fist smushing into the edge of his cheek and he grumbles. âquickly, woman. close the door behind you.â
without replying, you do as youâre told. closing the old wooden doors, they shut with a bang. the demonâs eye twitches and he does a quick scan around his domain â empty, good. âare you okay, my lord?â you break the silence with glossed eyes, gazing how his body language was more awkward than normal. he lets out a blow, flushed face growing heated the second your mouth opens. crimson red eyes peer into you and his hair was a bit more ruffled - sukunaâs kimono was halfway on and he looked like he was burning up.
âwhat do you think?â he snarls, and he rolls his eyes before staring at the ground. âtch, anyways. i . . require your pathetic aid, brat. i donât ask for anything butââ
âjust tell me whatâs wrong.â
with a abrupt scoff, he yanks off the silky woven fabric of his kimono - callused fingertips brushing against the material. your eyes ogle at the sight heâs showing you, his exposed body. youâve seen him shirtless countless of times but this time, it was different. the second your eyes rover toward his swollen perky nipples, you see it. pearly remnants of white droplets seep from him and you hold back a sheepish snort.
âoh,â and youâre stunned, hearing him groan. although it didnât sound like an irritated groan as usualâit sounded more pleasurable. sukuna buries his sharp fingertips into his thigh before you inch closer, softening your voice. âmy lord. are you . . lactating?â
thereâs a long pauseâhis chest huffs and his pink cheeks puff out. the more you laid your eyes on him, the more embarrassed he became.
the air surrounding the both of you suddenly felt hot, and with one of his hands, he tightens his grip against his throneâs armrest. âno, i donât even know what this is,â he gruffs, and his breath hitches once you come closer to fully examine him. your eyes skim down every part of his body. with his kimono hanging onto him by a thread, itâs almost falling off his body. you gaze at his perfectly sculptured body. his musclesâyou could stare all day if you really wanted. people would kill to be this close to the king, and yet here you were. his pecs seemed a bit tender from appearance and his entire body was sheeny, covered with a shiny coat of sweat. his ancient tattoo markings that paint his skinâthey were glowing a bit too, glowing an almost crystalline color. âtch. stop starinâ at it. itâs creepinâ me out.â
âsorry,â you hum, but you donât lose sight at all. you couldnât. averting your eyes back toward the problem, as you spokeâeach nipple was leaking with creamy substance. âum, so how long has this been happening, my lord?â
sukuna slumps back against his throne in exhaustion. heâs breaking an entire cold sweat and his mind was in a literal euphoric daze.
his entire body feels like itâs sweltering with heat, itâs purely indescribable. but it feels good.
it takes him a good seven seconds before he finally murmurs out a hoarse reply. âugh, it maybe started about a hour ago,â and he pauses, gnawing down on his bottom lip. you watch and you couldnât lieâseeing him like this, so vulnerable and desperateâit did something to you. youâre so used to a ruthless cold-hearted king, itâs like this current sukuna was an entire different person, an imposter. briefly, ruby-red eyes meet back toward you. âjust make it stop. please.â
âwhatââ you murmur, and your wrist was gently pulled upon. you donât pull away from his grasp and he leads your hand closer toward his chest. his entire abdomen, it was so warm. sukuna was burning up, and now that your fingertips were brushing up and down against his skin, he was even hotter.
âdonât say anything, woman,â he curses, shame tremoring underneath his husky tone.
sukuna ryĆmen was embarrassed, and his awkward body language was a dead giveaway.
the past hour was absolute hell for him, ironic considering. you can hear him panting between broken sentences before he lightly squeezes your wrist. âtouch me. i think physical touch might h- help,â he grunts a stammer, back pressing into his steel made throne. âi read somewhere that you might ease my um . . issue if you touch me.â
âyou mean ease your lactating?â you tease, taking the opportunity to get right on his lap. at the second you do, his breath hitches. the audacity, your legs wrap around his slim torso before meeting his glossed gaze.
sukuna grimaces. âdonât call it that, brat,â sucking his teeth in annoyance, he rests back against his kingly seat, eyeing you cautiously. a few of his arms grab ahold of your waist, pulling you closer. his pecs tense up at the proximity of bodies closing the remaining distance. his nipples were even more swollen by this point, and you couldnât help but stareâgawk at the uncanny sight right in front of you. âbut yeah. just do something.â
with the demon right underneath you, you felt him shiver once you scoot up against his lap. tresses of pink spiked hair were unkempt, sticking to his forehead as heâs just bathing in his own sweat. this entire situation had him hot, but your touch was only going to make it so much worse. he swallows the circular lump that forms in his throat only to then grow quiet as he watched you lower your head toward his chiseled pecs.
heâs so toned, you spot a few prodding veins roam down each of his four armsâperfectly coating his body along with his scars and ancient notorious marks. sukunaâs entire body was a canvas that you didnât mind exploring. his entire body was painted either markings, you just wanted to see more of him.
the inside of his royal chambers was quiet, deadly quiet.
so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
âmay i?â you murmur, using the padded print of your thumb to gingerly smear the dripping substance that leaks from his nipple. the way it poured out of him so effortlessly, it was so lewd.
you knew judging from his changing breath patterns that his pecs were where he was most sensitive. it wasnât exactly rocket science.
although itâs the heian eraâmost would have took sukuna as a king whoâs had his fair share of women. he has, but never anything intimate. he was secretly sensitive and shy, and furthermore, even touch alone was enough to get him off. with you though, he never minded your touch. it was his favorite.
âhmph. do your w- worst,â the demon grumbles, trying to have a bit of attitude but itâs clear heâs already wrapped around your pretty little finger.
he called you out of all his other servants and concubines for a reason. to him, he didnât see you as either role, but rather just a human.
his human, maybe even his favorite.
at his bellowing comply, you bring your lips closer toward his chest. with hooded eyesâhe ogles at the sight, his throne occasionally creaking at the moving pounds of weight thatâs creating pressure.
as your head goes further into him, you do the least thing heâd expect. you latch your lips against his right nipple. sukuna lets off a throaty gasp, feeling your warm welcoming lips cling onto his pec with such ease.
âugh, brat,â he groans, burying a few darkened nails into his left knee. it was tameâit was tame until your tongue decided to feature itself in, flicking slowly against his leaking nipple. you moan, fluttering your lashes shut as you savor the creamy taste that trickles its way into your mouth. âfuck, i said touch not s- suck.â and he finds himself pulling you closer, using a hand to cradle the back of your head. heâs never felt such a feeling. his pec was positioned right in your mouth and it felt so good.
you lean into his touch, sliding your twitching tongue in different directions purposely just to feel him squirm.
one of his arms drags you tighter, wrapping around your torso as you occupy your mouth.
the taste was sweet, itâs as if this entire thing was some sort of fantasy. of courseâyou had lots of questions, for startersâsince when can demons lactate? rephrase that, since when can sukuna ryĆmen lactate? but you were more of the âdo first ask laterâ type considering you were too busy to even ponder more of the thought.
sukuna bites his lip, feeling a strain in his boxers as he hears the occasional pops and slurrrrps of your mouth. ây- youâre fuckinâ nasty,â he huffs, but his voice cracks, butchering his once intimidating delivery entirely.
nasty but he didnât want you to stop,
nasty but he felt himself getting hard the more you grind against his lap,
nasty but heâs holding back his needy bratty moans by biting his fangs down on his tongue.
sukuna purses his arched pink brows together into a frustrated furrow as his head tosses itself back. within seconds, you taste more of the candied flavor â itâs almost got a bit of a bittersweet honey taste to it. it sprinkles onto your sensitive taste buds and your eyes squeeze a bit, moving your head against each of his pecs to give them both equal amounts of attention. the demonâs nipples were even more red and swollen now, glimmering with your saliva dribbling from the centers. âhah, f- fuck,â he breathes, still maintaining a grip on the back of your head. you sit up to collect breaths yourself, licking your stained lips before he stares at you. his eyelids lower and heâs already whipped. âiâ oh fuck.â
you raise a brow, opening your mouth to speak before you suddenly pause.
sukuna was quiet, too quiet.
with his kimono still half on, heâs practically shirtless. toned chiseled pecs stare at you right in the eye before you feel the heavy print of his dick directly underneath your shorts.
âmy lord,â you sheepishly rub your neck, fingertips skimming against the few hairs that stand. thereâs a certain wet spot thatâs damp on the fabric of his lower clothing. your words were smooth, he could listen to you speak all day. with a smug smile curling against the corners of your lips, you throw your arms over his broad shoulders. âdid you just . . cum?â
ânonsense,â sukuna denies you right away, the cutest grump of a pout stretching against his lips.
but, oh he did.
and it was a tough pill to swallow. sukuna, the sukuna whoâs often known as his righteous title of being the king of curses, feared upon many, had just came. not only that, but he came from you sucking on his nipples. he came from the little problem he was currently having. out of all the enemies heâs beatenâthis had to be the toughest one. he didnât know how to deal with it nor did he know how to defeat it. the weakness was him.
and yet, thatâs why he called you.
the feeling of your warm rotund lips attached to his nipples, he already missed it. itâs been seconds since you pried your mouth away and he missed it so bad. the way you sucked against his tender skin, your hot breaths fanning into his skin, making him even more hot.
sukuna was having withdrawals of you and your tongue slowly lapping up the excess âmilkâ that dribbled out of each nipple.
this was crazy,
this is crazy.
heâs a demon for crying out loudâheâs never heard of demons doing such things. lactation. what even is lactation? sukuna knows such an activity was for women, not him.
but here he was, weak and panting like a dog, all for more of your beloved touch.
sukunaâs lying back, staring at you with docile blown irisesâheâs at his worst, clammy hands never leaving the sides of your waist.
âfine. i . . came,â he murmurs in defeat, taking every spare second to gasp for air.
heâs drowning in sweat, probably drowning in his own heat too. with a pout continuing to compress across his lips, his voice lowers. but once you prepare to sit up, he lightly grabs your wrist. âfuck, donât go yet,â he utters, knowing you did your part successfully in helping him. he hated how he was suddenly so weak, so dependent, so . . . submissive.
after all, you did help ease him a bitâ although he was still begging for more.
it was as if some sort of sorcery spell was casted on him. this was a curse, yeah it had to be.
to sukuna, it couldnât have been a more reasonable explanation. you peer at him as he speaks and heâs trying to find the exact right words without embarrassing himself. thereâs a scowl that continues to marinate agaunst facial features before he sighs. âi- thereâs somethinâ else,â he admits, hanging his head down in ignominy. heâs annoyed, sukuna groans at the words that were hanging onto his teethâtrying desperately not to slip them out but he canât take it anymore.
he wants you.
he needs you.
âsince you helped with my . . situation, itâs made me a little umâfamished.â
you gulp, barely catching on to what he was implyingâyet with a blink of an eye, you then find yourself arched over the arm of sukunaâs throne.
âiâm so fuckinâ starved,â he grunts, using a hand to caress the bare skin of your exposed flesh. serrated fingertips lightly graze against you as he feels everywhere thatâs presented to him. the palm of his hand feels all up and down your curves, taking in your gorgeous physiques. he wanted to touch you. sukuna was horrible at expressing his feelingsâyet he found himself humping his pillow at the thought of you. he didnât know how to voice how bad he wanted you, but now that this moment was finally here, he couldnât waste anymore time.
youâre so pretty, especially in such a erotic position. it seems as though a wave of clouded lust wafts in the air. sukuna tugs on the hem of your shorts, so needy to get a taste. he was dehydratedâbut not for water.
âplease,â a husky low voice pleads, groans and groans scratching out of his throat. you decide to tease him, wriggling your ass in the air right in front of his face before he hisses. âtsk. such a brat.â
âgo âhead.â you mumble, clinging onto the edge of the throne for support.
your positioning was a bit awkward but you made it work. you bury your head into your arms before he shiftsâsitting up to prop himself right against you from behind.
sukuna wastes no time, dragging your shorts to your knees before scoffing at your laced panties. so soaked, his tongue eagerly licks against his lips as if it was natural animal instinct.
you werenât just soaked, you were sopping.
he saw the dampened fabric and couldnât help but lean inâplacing his tongue right against the wet spot that formed. ângh,â he purrs, and you feel the texture of his forked tongue tickle against your protected clit. you moan, biting back on your incoming words and growls before he gives your sloppy entrance a chaste kiss. âgod, w- whatâs wrong with me. i feel so hot.â
pathetically, heâs stammering out a bunch of words as he slowly laps his tongue against your sobbing cunt. sukuna grumbles in exasperation at how your panties got in the way of his âmealâ but literally forgot he had to actually pry take them off of you.
he was lazy though â so instead, he easily pulls them to the side to get a better and wetter view.
âso sloppy,â he snickers, admiring the way youâre dribbling with slick. itâs so ethereal, nothing like heâs ever seen before. a translucent tint colors down your drooling folds and you gasp once he starts to suck against your pussy. almost immediately, you throb right in his mouth and he feels the greeting pulse. âmhhâstay still, let me eat p-please.â
sukuna sounds so desperateâyou donât think youâve ever heard your king beg.
he wasnât begging for forgiveness, to cleanse sins, nothing of the sort. but alas, instead, he was just begging for pussy.
your pussy.
he couldnât help it, especially when you tasted so good. your flavor was something he severely dreamt of devouring.
you might have just been his favorite for a reason. sukuna groans as his tongue maneuvers in multiple directions near your clit until he slurps vigorously against your tender labia. âfuck, m- my lord,â you whine, the stickiness between your thighs soaking more onto your skin.
you were dripping like a faucet, and it doesnât take that long before his entire chin gets coated with your syrupy arousal.
itâs to no oneâs surprise really, and he doesnât even mind. heâs honored, lapping it up with his tongue before blowing his warm breath against your spiraling convulsing cunt. your breath continues to hitch and hitch as he dives his deeper. the button tip of his nose swipes back ân forth against your folds and you whimper.
heâs slurping you clean, through and through. sukunaâs got two wide hands to spread your ass apart more, delving his long pink tongue back and forth between your puffed entranceâyou whimper out his regal title of his name and it falls off your tongue in such a sweet way every time. ây- your tongueâs so long, fuck. right there, donât stoppp.â
but tasting you wasnât enough - he wanted more.
strings of your webby slick entangle with his saliva as he suddenly departs his lips away. heâs gasping for air, swiping a tongue near your puckering hole before spitting right on it. a hand feels against your twitching cunt before he spanks it â his palm now coated with your slick.
you were sopping wet, and with how you just spurt on his hand, he wanted to make you wet even more.
itâs slow,
he watches with hooded eyes as your soddened entrance gets soaked and even more drenched. all from his hands and tongue. you could only imagine what he actually felt like from the inside.
âmore,â was all he could moan out, and his pecs started to feel tender again.
his body was so strangeâthereâs a weird sensation thatâs tingling in every part of him but it feels good.
you pout once he abruptly stops eating you out, only for him to flip you over. facing him and back on his lap, youâre met with the hungry eyes of a demon who wants more than just a taste.
he wants you.
with the help of his arms, he positions you upright on his lap again. youâre straddling himâbut the difference was that you didnât have any shorts on from before. âi- i want you to ride me, woman. can you do that?â and you can hear the faint plead in his voiceâhe looks desperate, he was breaking more sweats as each second passes.
âyeah,â you hum, cupping his face.
the demon surprisingly leans into his touch. the warmth of your palms made his heart stir into mush. a hand of his reaches down to play with the string of your panties that was shoved to the side but with quick reflexesâyou grab his wrist. ânuh uh,â and he scowls, watching as you use your other hand to spring out his achy cock. âno touching just yet.â
he bares a fang at you. the nerve, if it was anyone else itâd be off with their head in an instant. but to sukuna, he found your teasing behavior to be quite . . cute.
of course, heâd rather perish than admit that thought to your face. just like how he secretly fantasizes about you butâ he wants to keep at least some pride, even if itâs just a little.
âkeh, youâre getting cocky, brat. remember your place,â he grouses, pink brows tugging amongst each other. his pout never left him and it only made him more adorable. sukunaâs eyes flicker down at your hand thatâs now wrapped around his length. he swallows thickly, a breath of fresh air leaving from his full lungs. âhurry up. donât got all daââ
âyou talk too much,â you press your palm over his mouth, silencing the remaining of his sentence.
youâre met with a stone cold glareâbut his vexed gaze gradually turns into a look of desired pleasure once youâre aligning yourself on his leaky tip.
his lips were so close to your palm - out of nowhere, you then feel his tongue lick against your hand. you refrain from giggling before feeling his angered tip slowly start to insert its way inside. the stretch, heâs so thick that your mouth drops open and you moan. heâs finally going insideâitâs better than he thought it would be. youâre so hot inside and itâs got his head spinning. gnawing on the skin of your lip, you let off a soft shaky whine. âfuck, youâre so big.â
he shakes his head, making you loosen your grip against his mouth before he boasts loudly. âheh, of course iâm big. you wouldnât last a second with both of my cocks. iâd break you in halâ shit.â
heâs cut off by the rudeness of your cunt. you sink down on him and his tip poked a certain area inside of you that scratches your brain.
you bite back an incoming moan as your swollen cunt constricts around his length invitingly. his tip blushes insideâyou reel into him, an attempt to steady yourself before already gasping for air.
the girthy stretch was immaculate, the base of his cock was tannish and already preparing itself to be milked. sukuna had a bit of a hooked curve. you felt it and you felt the stretch.
it was purely appetizing, almost drool worthy. just a few seconds in and he was already rearranging your insides. as youâre trying to start up a pace, you donât know why but the thought of taking both of sukunaâs cocks made you a lot more wetter than you thought it would.
heâs mentioned it at least once or twice and you knew for a fact he probably would break you. thereâs no probably, he really would. the demon was twice your sizeâalas anything was possible.
you lean in for a kiss and he instantly responds by returning the gesture. you taste so flavorsome and sweet - his tongue swirls against the lip gloss that paints on your mouth before he groans.
with lips moving in syncing tavern, you start to rock your hips a bit quicker.
the creaking of his throne gets louder until itâs just echoing, bouncing off the ancient walls of his chambers.
your cunt was just being ravaged by his hefty size, heâs just so big that you could barely even keep up your hips at first. sukunaâs handsâall of his hands roam over your body, clinging onto your hips and even a few feel near your chest. he gives your breasts a soft squeeze, a few thumbs toying with your perky nipples that poke out through the wooly-made blouse you were.
âf- fuuuck,â he swears between hot kisses, clawing a hand at your back.
as you rode him, his heartbeat starts to accelerate. you were a menace, rutting clashing hips gave him whiplash as the minutes pass. you were coating him in a mess of your own. sappy strings of your juices form into a saturated web with his own colorless mess that resides near his thickset base. youâre being so stretched. you cup his face once more whilst tongues fight and fight for dominance and tango together.
above himâyouâre just a puddled mess.
sukuna couldnât keep his hands off you no matter how hard he tried.
strained inhales escape out of him while he breaks away from kisses every few seconds. you were addicting - addictive.
his velvet red lips were all swollen and pursed up from your kisses and heâs desperately yearning for more of your syrupy forbidden taste. you were sweet, but your pulsating cunt was even sweeter.
with a quick piston of his hips, you felt your body jolt up. âhngh,â you gasp, wrapping your arms around his broad neck once more. from the neck down, his entire body was lathered with perspiration. sukuna was already feral, his hair was a mess and his fangs stuck out from his lips as he lies back. he hits every part of you so good, every single spot.
youâre struck in awe at how well his cock carves its way through your insides so perfectly, so thoroughly. it knows exactly where to go, never once missing the crevices of your pussy. despite having little to no experienceâyou could say he was definitely a quick learner. sukunaâs cock french kisses against your g-spot a plethora of times, creating a sloppy trail of them to send every part of your body butterflies. â âm getting close, âkuna.â
âtsk. itâs still âmy lordâ to you,â he corrects.
yet even though heâs trying to keep his cold façade - heâs failing miserably. sukunaâs bottom lip quivers as he cups your chin, hearing the filthy weeping squelches of your cunt grow louder. with each thrust, it gets more blaring to his ears and he groans at the tenderness heâs constantly feeling. âbut âm gettinâ close too. so f- fuckinâ close.â
you hear how his voice shakes â his irises, theyâre dilating from how youâre intently staring back.
but oh, heâs whipped.
a pair of hands grip onto your waist tightly, encouraging you to create more haste with your movements. your body swerves in swift arcs, feeling the sudden lock occur in your knees thatâs buried into his thighs. heâs hitting you deep and heâs hitting you raw. you blabber out a few whimpers before slumping into his chest.
âfuck, fuck,â you sob out, reaching a hand down to spread two fingers against your pearled clit. you were throbbing, a sheath of your arousal then starts to cover his entire length the more you bounce. your folds were weeping as you grinded further against him. but as youâre chasing your incoming high, you lean in toward his pecs, taking one of his sensitive nipples into your mouth again.
and sukuna does the one thing you never thought heâd ever do.
he whimpers.
it sounds so pretty - so harmonic.
itâs like it happens on randomâout of nowhere, he starts to lactate again. the familiar taste from earlier cascades down on your tongue and you suck a bit harder, moaning against his sensitive skin.
the jittery vibrations of your noises makes him groan, awkwardly ruffling your hair. âhah, g- good girl. milk me, thatâs it. jusâ like that, keep going.â
and your hips slow down a bit so you can get a good angle. as you come to a brief stop, your body acclimates against him, but even stillâyou had a lot to get used to, especially with how well he stretched you out.
itâs pouring out a lot now, a bit of it starts to dribble down your chin and he just watches.
his cock twitches at the sight and you feel it from the inside. both bodies move rhythmically against each other and it feels like momentarily bliss.
your hand still has itself occupied between your thighs, playing with yourself to quicken your release.
it was right there, right at the tip of your tongue. sukuna moves a few strands of hair out of your face as you sucked against each pec. as he silently watches, if you squint you could see heart eyes forming in his pupils.
his nipples had so many nerves - so many nerves that he felt.
âgod,â he curses, his thigh starting to bounce. you both were close, so so close.
sukuna feels his body temperature grow hotter the more your tongue whisks against each tender nub. it spills down the crevices of your lips. again, heâs just thinking how such a thing was even possible. you were so unapologetically messy too, he used a thumb to swipe the milky dripping substance away from the fissures of your plump lips.
you moaned, the stimulation of your cunt adequately sucking him dry continuously making you more and more aroused.
leisurely, an unpredictable wave of electricity prepares itself as youâre rutting into him on constant repeat. your unsteady rhythm had his jaw locked and he could barely utter out any final words at the moment because your pussy had him so utterly drunk.
the epitome of pussy drunk,
you finish first and itâs like you were shooting actual blanks.
your mind goes dimwitted as youâre gushing all over his cock, covering him in your obscene filth. âfuck, fuck,â you whimper out in a whine of individual babbles and doing so, your hips pick up again its recent speed. just for a moment. he groans at the skin against skin contact, throwing his head back and his adamâs apple bobs. itâs such a sight, you throbbed right between your legs.
sukuna crudely spanks your ass, his palm leaving a temporary sting before he squeezes it, admiring the precious recoil.
it takes you a second to realize youâre squirting. you were already dumb, but once youâre finally succumbing to pleasure, your mouth opens. âoh my goddd.â you elongate your moans, dragging out your sweet melodic words. your walls were preparing to wring him dry. from the insideâthey cling onto him tight like velcro, you were attached and there was no pulling you off.
as you moan out your final vehement whines, you go back to sucking on his tender nipples and now . . . it was his turn.
âyâ jusâ squirt all over me ân ya still havenât had enough,â he whews, his cock repeatedly and rigorously punctuating each single thrust. thereâs a ringing in his ears, itâs loud and deafening. sukunaâs eyes grow droopy at the mere feeling and repetitive sounds of skin slap slap slapping every few seconds.
â âm gonna cumââ and he pauses, gingerly pulling your head up so you can face him directly. your hips start to slow down again but itâs still got somewhat of a fair pace. with his bottom lip poking out, heâs still pouting visibly. âoi, brat. i- i can finish inside, huh? wanna fill you up. âm burninâ up, fuck.â
you give him a nod, savoring his frosted taste thatâs still remaining to drizzle onto your tongue.âmhm,â and as youâre still very much sensitive yourself, you slowly jerk back and forth despite how your pace wasnât as fast as it was before.
âfuck, âm gonna give you so much,â he grunts, dewy lips mashing together as he spoke. he was so full and yet he had so much to give. sukuna feels himself grow inside you from each pump, heâs so thick that youâre just wholly tongue-tied.
the muscles in his abs tense and tighten before he grabs the fat of your ass with a single bare hand. âshit shit, take it all. take it all please.â
and at his feeble pulse, the moment finally comes where he shoots inside.
sukuna collapses back into his throne, bringing an arm hand toward himself to cover a broad hand over his face.
he grunts lowly into his palm and its sexy, his posture was so lazy and yet he was still so pent up. your limbs were just as limp as his, weak and defeated. a decent load of cum oozes into you raw and you gasp whilst his perky nipple was still in your mouth.
coincidentally enough, as heâs cummingâhe ends up lactating at the same time too. more of his creamy substance pours onto your tongue while heâs pumping you full of satiny fresh ropes of sultry hot cum. itâs carnal.
you moan, losing yourself in such pungent nirvana as his taste suddenly turns sweeter.
sukuna was milked out entirely. heâs squeezing against your ass even tighter as heâs dumping such massive loads into your needy cunt. it was goopyâstrings and strings of his cum tangle with your slick juices and you only imagined what it looked like up close. your hips moderately slow all the way until youâre just barely grinding against him now.
panting, you find yourself tracing the outline of his ancient tattoo markings with the tip of your finger.
your touch, by this point he was gonna cum again.
itâs a lot. actually, saying it was a lot was a bit of an understatement.
you donât register how much heâs flooded into your pussy until you finally pry your mouth away from his chest, looking down at the impure sight.
so much, your entrance was filled to the very brim with such a nice amount, sweltering from the outside of your folds.
âyouâre really sensitive,â you breathe, numbing thighs of your own gluing together against him. you didnât want to move because it would spill out but it did anyway. a few wads of creamy ropes dribble down your swollen slit and you watch, scrapping a bit of it up with your thumb. âmmm,â you coo out, shoving and smearing the sticky strands of filth back inside. you felt so full, you donât think youâve ever felt more stuffed. the base of his cock was gummed with your slick along with a concoction of his own miry mess.
as youâre still trying to recollect breaths, you plant a kiss near the corner of his lips, watching it twitch at your touch. âmy lord, you did so good. i didnât think youâd cum from just getting milked.â
âs- sukuna,â he whines out his name as a form of correction. doing so, you lean into his touch once he cups your chin for the nth time.
his hold on you was always gentleâheâs got the most neediest look in his eyes, longing for you to continue to âaidâ him of his problem.
you worn him outâ not only that but you milked him for all he was worth and yet he was still cumming.
âjusâ call me sukuna,â and your heart flutters at the sudden privilege. youâre still straddling him, keeping his cock warm before he leans in for a kiss.
you thought it was a kiss but instead, he inches his face toward your chin before lolling out his long forked tongue, licking the remaining excess milk that was running down your chin from earlier. âcall me sukuna, mistress . . please.â
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your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.
âïžïœtags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called âsweet / pretty girl, baby, princessâ. beta read? whatâs that.
you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. âi promise, baby, c'moooonâ â you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.
âfine, but only one kiss, okay?â you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kissâonly for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.
satoruâs soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoruâs low, needy whimpers.
the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.
âmh, youâre such a good kisser, baby,â the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lipsâyour head tilting to the side and backâautomatically accomodating to satoruâs motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, âmore, ngh, need more of you, please.â
satoru was not letting up. you couldnât blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensityâgoing from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.
you whine and straddle satoruâs lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.
he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.
satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.
âmhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.â satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.
it was perfect. all of you was perfect.
your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.
the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.
ânnh, âtoru, needâto breathe,â you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.
neither of you want to pull awayâto pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.
the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like youâre asking him to break upâthatâs how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.
however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.
his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and downâhis fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.
âpretty,â satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, âthank you, princess.â
you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.
âthank you for what?â you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.
satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.
over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.
âthank you for being with me,â satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.
until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.
âthank you for everything, honestly,â satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. heâs admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, âcould have never believed that iâd end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.â
satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and thatâs when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.
he looks at your face and body like heâs witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.
âstop saying that.â you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.
the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, âhow am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?â
you squirm due to satoruâs flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. itâs been the complete opposite every day.
âsomeoneâs getting a bit squirmy, aye?â your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like itâs your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.
you canât control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoruâs cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.
you surely canât leave him alone while he looks like that.
âshut up and kiss me already.â you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his jobâhis passion. the only thing he ever craves for.
the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. itâs just you two in that momentâno one else mattered.
as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.
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NEED art and patrick to find out I'm a virgin and offer to teach me how to kiss and how to fuck and use eachother as examples and guide me and tell me I'm doing a good job and reward me for being such a good student and come back later and quiz me to see if I remember everything they taught me ugh obsessed with them individually and as a unit
This has lived rent free in my mind for literally forever. I canât stop thinking about it, it haunts my every waking moment.
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: Making out, Handjob lessons, guys being pervs, not a love triangle they just all want to fuck each other
A/N: unedited bc I wrote this while on the clock okay whatever. Enjoyyyy and if u want me to continue this lmk >:)
âI think itâs sweet,â Patrick said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice, practically dripping from every syllable. âThe last American virgin. You belong in a museum.â
You rolled your eyes and tossed your empty Taco Bell cup at himâ the ice rattled and it leaked a puddle of condensation onto the ground. âYou could try not to be a dick about it.â
Artâs dorm room was hot and sticky thanks to a faulty AC, which meant the three of you lounging on the floor by his open window, sucking down soda watered down by melted ice cubes. You were down to a T-shirt and shorts, they were down to their boxers. It wasnât lost on you that it was an intimate situation to be inâ barely dressed, crammed into the shoebox of a dorm. And of course Patrick had dug his fingers in until you admitted your secretâ you had made it all the way to college totally unfucked.
Patrick leaned forward, smiling the smarmy smile that tended to wear at your last nerve. âSo youâre a virgin, but like,â he leaned in, so close you could feel body heat radiating from him. He dropped his voice, just above a whisper. âHow much of a virgin, really? Youâve at least gone to third, right?â You glared, but shook your head.
âSecond?â Art supplied, suddenly jumping in with an eager sort of curiosity.
âWhat? No, I donât even know what that means,â you admitted. You sighed before you spoke up. âIâve only ever kissed one guy and one girl, and it was during a game of spin the bottle, like, junior year.â
âHow?â Patrick asked.
Your brows furrowed. âHow? I spun the bottle, it landed on the person, I leaned in, put my lips against theirs, and that was it.â
Patrick sighed. âJust fucking show me how.â He looked at you expectantly, inching even closer.
With an annoyed sigh, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hisâ mouth closed, lips firm. When you sat back, Patrick and Art were both grinning.
âWhat?â You asked with a frown.
âThatâs how you kiss on the playground in elementary school,â Art said, unable to contain his laughter. âCâmere.â
You crawled forward, stopping in front of the blond. His hand settled on your jaw, coaxing you forward.
His lips met yours softly, sweetly. It was easy to lose yourself in the feeling of Artâs mouth, in the gentle brushes of his lips against yours and the way he held your face so tenderly.
The feeling of his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips was strange, but you welcomed it, letting him lick into your mouth.
Each pass of his tongue against yours drew you deeper and deeper into it, into him. You moved into his lap without realizing it, kissing him with sweet, timid laps of your tongue.
Art pulled back first, his cheeks soft and pink and so pretty. âSee? Thatâs how youâre supposed to kiss someone. That was really good.â
You laughed softly, and moved off of his lap sheepishly. Patrick leaned forward, brushing your hair back, holding your face in his hand.
âOkay, show me what Art showed you,â he instructed, then leaned in.
Kissing Patrick was different than kissing Art. He was hungrier, more insistent. His tongue pressed into your mouth like he wanted to chart every inch. You did your best to match what he offered, to kiss the way Art had just shown you, sweetly, like you really meant it.
And you did mean it. Patrickâs hands moved along your side, up until they cupped your tits through your shirt. You moaned softly into his mouthâ the sound was muffled, met with a moan of his own. He gave an experimental squeeze of your tits and you whined softly. So he did it again, amused by the pretty, sweet noises you mewled out.
Patrick was getting hard, pressing against your thigh. It was a new sensation that you were hyper aware of as you unconsciously ground yourself against him.
You pulled back first, cheeks burning hot after you remembered Art was right beside you. You tucked unkempt hair behind your ear, smiled bashfully. âHow was I?â
âGood,â Patrick said.
At the same time Art supplied, âSo good.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head. âOkay. Cool.â
Art was squirming, fidgeting, holding a pillow over his lap. Patrick was less covertâ opting to openly adjust himself, drawing more attention to the fact that he was hard. You rolled your eyes and stole the nearest cup you could find, sipping at watered down Mountain Dew.
âDo you want me to leave?â You teased, raising an eyebrow. Your teeth dug into the plastic straw as you looked between the two of them.
Art stammered, mortified, but Patrick just smiled dizzyingly over at you. âI can teach you something else. You got to first base, so why donât you steal second?â
You rolled your eyes, but heat flared behind your cheeks. Jesus Christ, he was such a smug asshole. âI still donât know what that means,â you said, feeling a little embarrassed.
He grinned and mimed jerking off. Your eyes widened, and you laughed softly. âThat would be weird,â you said, half-believing it. âLike, if I did jerk one of you off, that leaves one of you just watching.â
You glanced at Art, who looked just as interested as Patrick did, and your heart stammered nervously. âWhat if I show you how you do it on Art? Look at himâ heâs the perfect little practice dummy.â Patrick reached over, pinching at Artâs cheek until the blond kicked his shin.
âShow me?â You echoed. âLike⊠youâre going to do it to him, and I do it to you?â
Patrick nodded, leaning into Artâs side, his smarmy smile dissolved into something needier. Art swallowed hard, lips parted slightly as he looked over at Patrick.
Patrickâs lips met his slowly, hungrily. You watched wide eyed as Patrick deepened the kiss, as Art eagerly accepted the other boyâs tongue into his mouth.
Patrick threw the pillow out of Artâs lap and sent it careening into the desk on the opposite side of the room. Your eyes widened at the sight of Art, hard and tenting his boxers. Patrick palmed him in his large hands making the blonde whimper into his mouth and buck up, seeking friction.
You swallowed hard, biting down on the straw as you watched Patrick tug at the elastic of Artâs boxers. Art lifted his hips to allow Patrick to tug them down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock to both of you.
âSee,â Patrick gasped, leaning back from their kiss. Art chased his lips fruitlessly, mouth ajar, waiting for more. âHeâs so fucking easy. Come feel.â
You moved closer, looking at Art for permission. When he nodded, you reached out, letting your fingertips graze the soft skin of his shaft. He exhaled a shuddery breath, eyes fluttering shut. Patrickâs hand covered yours, guiding you to squeeze around his length.
He was warm under your touch, silky soft, pulsing in your grip. Your heart hammered just at thatâ at the feel of him in your hand. âFeels nice, huh? Knowing how much he wants you.â You nodded, then slid your fist up, testing the waters. Art moaned softly, throbbed in your grip, aching for more. Patrick smiled like the cat who got the cream. âHands off, just watch me.â
Patrick spat into his hand and replaced your hand with his own. The second Patrick curled his fingers around Art and started stroking him slowly, the blond was mewling for more. âFuck,â he moaned, his forehead knocking against Patrickâs, mouth open, panting. âThatâs good, feels good.â
You watched Patrick rub his thumb over Artâs tip, eyes widening as Art really whimpered for it, hips thrusting up into Patrickâs fist, chasing more of the pleasure the brunet offered.
âYou get it now?â Patrick asked. You nodded quickly, and he tugged down his own boxers. âFuck, okayâ fucking show me.â
Your heart hammered with nerves, but you nodded. You held your hand out and spit into it, mimicking what Patrick had done before you wrapped your hand around his cock.
He felt bigger in your hands, but you didnât say that. One, you worried it might piss Art off, and two, he didnât need the ego boost. And he was slick, beading precum at his tip so each pass of your hands felt slicker and slicker.
And you couldnât help but want to be an asshole. âYouâre wet like a girl,â you said with a smirk, gliding your thumb over his tip.
And he was shameless, nodding with a sly grin. âThat means I like you.â He panted, moaning softly. âBesides, I bet your fucking panties arenât dry right now.â
Well, fuck. You tried to ignore the rush of heat in your belly that those words caused, to focus only on the glide of your hand on Patrickâs cockâ up and down, copying his pace on Art, copying the ways heâd squeeze and twist his hand.
Art was moaning, rutting up into the tight sheath of Patrickâs fist, the muscles of his abdomen tensing and relaxing in unsteady jerks beneath his soft skin.
âFuckâ switch, switch,â Patrick said quickly. Art whined when Patrick stopped touching him, but it was ignored. âWant you to feel it when he comes.â
He guided your hand back onto Artâs cock and nodded for you to move. âFuck, your handâs so soft,â Art groaned. âFaster, faster, fuckââ He was practically begging. You swallowed, increased the pace, squeezed him a little tighter.
Art was touching Patrickâ jerking him off while you brought him closer and closer to finishing. Patrick leaned in, kissed you deeply, pulled Art in too until the three of you were a mess of tongues and lips and spit and hands.
Art came firstâ coating your hand in warm, slick cum, throbbing in your grip. He was panting into your and Patrickâs mouths, moaning softly as you continued to slowly work him through it. Patrick came next, once Art redoubled his effort, focused on making Patrick add to the mess covering your hands.
Patrick was loud, pornographic, messy. Art brought a cum covered hand between his lips, cleaning it up. Your eyes widened.
âArt, câmon, youâre scandalizing her,â Patrick said, like you werenât even there.
âShut up,â you said, shoving him. He laughed and pulled his boxers back up. Art followed suit, and the three of you were left gross and sweating in the heat. You wiped your hand off on one of their discarded shirts and gave a sheepish smile.
They sat there, expectantly. Waiting for you to make the next call. There was a level of want in you, need, but the thought of asking for them to take care of it was mortifying. âDo you want to watch a movie or something now?â
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okay but rafe shamelessly peeking up your skirt is something so personal to me
omg omg wait s1 golf frat boy rafe x cutesy kinda bimbo reader??? COUNT ME IN. p.s- i have no idea how to play golf so i wrote my best interpretationđ
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you sat in rafes private golf caddy watching as he lined up his next shot, his backwards cap keeping his hair out of his eyes and his muscular legs spread wide as he takes the shot.
rafe had asked (told) you to come watch him play, he thought it would be a cute date idea for you both to get out of the house since it was way too hot to stay cooped up inside all day⊠when in reality he just wanted to show off his skills and impress his girl.
ârafeeeeey.â you whined in a high pitch tone.
he turns to look back at you with a sour expression, wiping the sweat from his brows with one arm, using the other to lean against his golf club. âquit distracting me. what dyaâ want?â he pants in the summer heat.
âiâm boredddddâ you moan again, standing from your seat in the cabby and bouncing over to him.
his free hand reaches out to grip your face, smushing your cheeks together tight âwhatâve i told you about the whining? daddyâs trynaâ play a game here, sweetcheeks.â
you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes âcan you teach me? please rafeyâŠiâm so bored just sittinâ here, daddy please.â
he lets out an irritated groan, knowing you were too ditzy to understand how golf works and way too uncoordinated to actually putt a ball. he looks back at you giving you a once over, a smirk appearing on his face.
âyou know what? sure pretty girl, câmere.â
you yelp with excitement, moving to stand infront of him, your short pink skirt barely reaching your thighs as you bounce over and your tits jiggling, practically spilling out of your tight shirt.
rafe stands behind you as he passes you the golf club, quickly showing you the correct way to hold it before he moves onto your position. kicking your feet apart and pressing down on your back with his thick fingers, forcing you to arch your back as he bites his lip, his cock already growing hard.
âthatâs it baby, stay just like that. now, lift your arm up like this, and strike.â you beam at him while he instructs you before focusing on the ball.
you raise your arm holding the club tight before you strike it. not even noticing rafe bending down slightly, his legs still spread wide around your figure and his fingers lifting your short skirt, peeking at your cute, pink panties underneath, he lets out a low âfuckkk.â at the sight, not loud enough for you to notice seeming as you were concentrating.
ârafey! look! i hit it. look how far it went!â you gasp, raising one arm to block the sun as you search for the ball with your eyes.
âyeah babe, daddyâs super proud of you.â he mutters, not paying attention to a word you said, instead focusing on the slightly damp patch on your panties.
he brings his thumb to your pussy, rubbing over the soaked material. your panties beginning to stick to your cunt as he thumbs your sensitive slit.
you whimper in surprise, your head spinning to look at him in shock. âdaddy! wh-what are you doing?!â you hush, eyes wide, looking around quickly to see if anybody had noticed what he was doing, which they hadnât⊠yet.
rafe hushes you before pulling your skirt back down and giving your ass a harsh smack. lifting up from his bent knees and looking down at you with a large smirk.
ânice panties, baby. whereâd you get em?â he asks rhetorically, a sly smile appearing on his face.
knowing for a fine fact he bought them, as he does everything else, your clothes, food, shoes. you name it, he bought it. because thatâs what wealthy daddyâs like him do. and rafe is without question, wholeheartedly, your daddy.
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backstage bukakke with ateez âĄ
a/n: is anyone in need of post coachella performance brainrot?? :33 and if any of you were wondering,, no iâm not okay đââïžđ«¶đŒ without further ado, hereâs a LOT more backstage debauchery (like i went insaneâŠ.i should be in a padded cell rnâŠ.) except this time san brought the whole crew to help drown you in cum <333 enjoy the meal my dears bc i can never show my face in public again after this đđ
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warnings: alcohol use, subby fem manager! reader, free use, domteez, gangbang, whoâs the biggest menace here? thatâs for you to decide đ«”đŒ, this is just complete filth btw,, dirty talk, degradation/praise, pet names/name calling, so much cumâŠ.., yungi confirm the big cock allegations, hongjoong might have a captain kink idk, double penetration, anal, implied sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths kskssb, brief tit play, brief oral, cum eating, size kink, bulge kink, breeding, creampies for days, a bukakke as promised <3
Once the members sent out their last waves and finger hearts to the adoring fans and locals in the vast festival crowd, they made their way back to their temporary dressing room to catch their breath and have a celebratory drink or two. Brimming with adrenaline and energy due to their momentous performance, they erupted in enthusiastic greetings as soon as their dear manager entered the room, a few of them draping their arms around your shoulders to give you a quick hug.
âManager-nim, did you like the show?â San spoke up, bringing his glass up to his mouth, taking a small sip of the potent liquor.
âYou know you can just call me by my name, San, and I thought you guys absolutely killed it, like always,â you replied, scanning their faces, lightly adjusting the hem of your work blazer. No matter how many times you had all of their eyes and attention on you, you couldnât seem to get used to it. It always made you feel hot under the collar, not knowing what was going through each of their minds when they looked at you the way they did. With interest. Hunger.
San couldnât help but smirk, his dimples visible. You had taken the bait. He watched Yunho serve you a glass of whiskey. âYouâre right. Weâre way past titles, arenât we? Especially considering the way I had you bent over for me right after our set last weekend.â
You choked on the liquor, your body suddenly feeling hot, especially under the heated gaze of the men standing around you. âS-San, behave yourself.â
He lightly licked at his lips, his gaze sharpening, ready to add to the growing heaviness of the atmosphere in the room. âDonât act so coy now, sweetheart. You know better than that, donât you?â
You bit into your bottom lip, looking up to Yunho for help, only to find that he was giving you an increasingly perverse smile, like he was reminiscing about something filthy.
Yunho reached down to wrap a lock of your hair around his jewelry adorned finger, sighing, âWe could all hear the way Sannie fucked your brains out, doll, but you wanted us to hear, didnât you? Even though youâre our manager, youâre still our good little slut, yeah?â
Something clicked into place inside your brain like it usually did when they talked to you like this. You could finally stop being so uptight and in control, instead allowing the eager members to do as they pleased with you. âYeah, I am,â you nodded shyly, your insides on fire.
San took a step towards you, reaching out to run his fingers along your collar bone. âCan I ask you something?â
Your breath caught inside your throat. You knew what he was going to ask. You knew what they wanted. Despite the professional relationship you had with the members, you always seemed to end up in increasingly unprofessional situations with them. You couldnât help it, not when they always made you feel so good. Wanted. Craved. âSay it, SanâŠ.â
His pointer finger drifted down your chest, along the seam of your blazer, gazing down at you. âCan we make you our whore, Manager-nim?â
The members exchanged pleased glances with one another, some of them pulling at the crotch of their tailored pants.
âAs long as someone locks the door, okay?â you answered underneath your breath, your eyes beginning to glaze over with lust.
San simply took a step around you, running his hands up and down your shoulders, coaxing you out of your blazer and unzipping your work dress, presenting you to his beloved members like you were a treat â one they would savor together.
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âDonât pass out on us now, baby,â Sanâs husky voice attempted to reach you through the fog you were in, his fingers gently rubbing at the fresh load that had splattered onto your flushed cheek, sliding his digits into your panting mouth for you to clean. âHow many was that, hm? How many cocks have been inside you so far? Can our slutty manager remember?â
You stopped counting long ago, too fucked out to think about whose cock had already rearranged your insides and who had stuffed your ass full. You couldnât even remember who had fucked your face either, but your sore jaw was proof that it was most likely one of the more gifted members. âI-i donât know how many, just want more,â you whined out, looking up at San past your wet lashes.
âYeah, you always want more from us, donât you, baby? Want us to go to our limit? Want us to give you our all, huh? Are you going to milk us all dry like a good slut?â
You could hardly listen to his breathy, self-serving monologue, not with the way Wooyoung was gripping your hips and shoving his thick cock into you with abandon, like you were his own personal sex doll. âUh-huh, wanna be good for you allâŠâ
âHow precious,â San sighed under his breath, all while he jerked himself off, beads of pre-cum spilling out of the twitching tip, watching the way his closest friend pumped himself in and out of your clenching hole, noticing the way his hips began to stutter. âThen, be good and take Wooyoungâs load inside that tight little cunt of yours, just like you took our Captainâs and Seonghwaâs earlier, okay? Can you do that for us, baby? Can you be our pretty little cum dump?â
You couldnât speak, simply responding by squirting all over Wooyoungâs thrusting cock, just about ready to fall over from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to with the way Mingi was behind you, his heaving chest pressing into your back, his ringed fingers lazily groping at your sore tits, balls-deep in your tight ass.
âPretty baby, our pretty girl,â Mingi praised in a gravelly voice, his lips against your ear, squeezing your tits just as his groans began to crescendo, driving himself into you a few more times before he held still, previous loads leaking out of your ass and down the sides of his veined cock to the base as he filled you up again. âCan you feel that, babydoll? Feel the way Iâm stuffing you full of cum? It feels so good, you want to cry, donât you?â
All you could do was nod drunkenly, tears pricking at the corners of your hazy eyes, your trembling thighs growing more and more numb.
âLook at her, guys, sheâs cumming just from being bred,â Wooyoung panted out, his hands squeezing into your sides, holding you still on his pulsing cock, not attempting to pull out until he was sure your inner walls were coated with his cum, chuckling smugly along with his fellow members at the way you desperately drew in another shaky breath and simply whined instead of forming words. âPoor slut canât even talk. Someone should shoot their load down her throat. Maybe itâll help ground her.â
âWay ahead of you,â Yeosang softly interjected, giving you a princely smile as he walked up to where you were positioned on the lengthy couch. He ran his slender fingers through your hair, slowly angling your head back as he did, bringing his slicked-up cockhead to your parted lips. âSay âahhâ, darling.â
Just as you obeyed, you watched Yeosangâs pretty flushed face contort in pleasure, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his pulsing length, milking it for all itâs worth, rope after rope of hot cum shooting into the back of your throat, a few dribbles remaining on your tongue. You were so full of cum, all of your holes were used up, and yet you needed more. âNot enoughâŠMore, please. Iâm being such a good girl, arenât I?â
Sanâs teeth sunk into his bottom lip, sharing glances with the other members, squeezing around the base of his cock to keep himself from busting right then and there. âGuys, I think we broke our manager.â
âIsnât that the point? Look at her. She loves it,â Wooyoung pointed out, motioning to your blissed-out face, before he finally pulled out of you, reaching down to spread open your used hole, pleased sighs echoing inside the room. âLook, Sannie, her cuntâs all messy now. Ran through. Just the way you like it, huh, you sick fuck? You want sloppy seconds?â
San nodded his head, salivating, practically in a trance.
âThen, hurry up and shove your cock inside her before my cum leaks out,â Wooyoung tsked, climbing off of the cum-stained couch and smacking his hand against Sanâs ass to get him to spring into action, which he did, laying down on his back and sliding you down onto his cock inch by inch, but not before he tapped his leaking cockhead over your swollen clit a few times for good measure.
Sanâs dimples accompanied his shit-eating grin as he bottomed out, slowly running one of his hands up your lower abdomen to feel the outline of his stiff cock. âItâs so big inside, isnât it, Manager-nim? Am I stretching you out nice and wide?â
All you could do was whimper pathetically, because not only were you taking Sanâs curved cock inside your cunt, but meanwhile Mingi had been showing Yunho the way your hole had begun to gape after the rough treatment you had taken, especially from someone with his size, knowing it was best that he prepped you for his best friend, knowing the term âhorse cockâ didnât even begin to describe what Yunho had to offer you. âItâs all for you, bro. Come and get it,â Mingi mused huskily, getting out of Yunhoâs way so that he could replace him, one hand on your ass to keep it spread open for everyoneâs viewing pleasure, as your hole slowly swallowed up Yunhoâs obscene girth.
San and Yunho seemed to be in the middle of an intense competition, considering the way they both would continually thrust into you harder, and faster, grabbing at your tits and hips for leverage to fuck into you even deeper than before, if that was possible. âI-itâs not aâfuckârace, guys,â you cried out, suddenly being pressed back into Yunhoâs warm chest when San sat up on the couch and folded you up, jack-hammering himself into you, using you like a cocksleeve.Â
âYes, it is, and Iâm gonna knock you up first, not this loser,â San grunted out in between shaky moans, smiling with his canines at you, then at Yunho past your shoulder, who responded by bucking his hips up into you so roughly, he had to wrap his arms around your middle to keep you in place.Â
âIâm fucking her ass, dumbass, I canât even knock her up if I wanted to,â Yunho replied breathlessly, shaking his head, giving San a playful smile, before pressing his lips to your earlobe. âAnd I want to, tiny. Wish I could.âÂ
âNot with that attitude,â San huffed, blowing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, his vision beginning to blur with the sudden onset of pleasure surging through him. âIâm going to fuckingâunnnhâfill up your slutty cunt with my cum, baby. Gonna make it so messy. And youâre, fuck, youâre so tight now. Thatâs our good cumslut.âÂ
âThe perfect cumslut,â Hongjoong interrupted in a low voice, suddenly towering over you, holding his cock near your mouth, nodding approvingly when you began to suck and lick at the tip. âThatâs right. You love Captainâs cock the most, donât you, pretty girl?âÂ
Seonghwa pushed his way past the other thirsty members who were hovering around you like vultures, slipping his fingers into your hair and gently guiding you to his own cock, cooing at you approvingly when you let it hit the back of your throat. He smiled smugly at Hongjoong, who was now side-eyeing him. âStay mad. Itâs not my fault she has taste.âÂ
âYou better watch it, Seonghwa.â
âYou can watch our slut suck my cock.âÂ
Hongjoong grumbled to himself, reaching down to tug your head back just firmly enough to lead you back to his cock, before you took it upon yourself to sandwich their lengths together so that you could please them both at once. They stopped bickering and instead held onto each other, biting into their lips as their highs began to take over.Â
It was then that San and Yunho emitted similar sounding guttural groans, fully sheathing themselves inside you, their fingers squeezing tightly into your hips from either side.Â
âCumming,â they both exhaled, resting their heads on either side of your shoulder, beads of sweat dripping down their jaws and along their straining necks.Â
Just as hot cum poured into both of your used holes, Seonghwa and Hongjoong began to shudder and grunt out obscenities, aiming their milky streams towards your lolled-out tongue.
San suddenly waved for Jongho to come closer, pulling out just enough so that obscene globs of cum began to leak out of you, making you whine. âHere, cum inside her, JJong. I want my favorite maknae to finish our cumslut off.â
Jongho gingerly positioned himself near your gushing entrance and plugged you back up with his thick, throbbing cock, his strong thighs smacking into your delicate ones as he vigorously bounced you on his lap. âWant it?â he simply asked near your lips, making you blush.
âPlease!â
Just as Jongho pounded his load and the others deep into your womb, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi pushed their way closer to you, vigorously jerking themselves off in order to leave their own individual mark on you for the second or third time, extremely pleased with themselves once they covered their dear managerâs face and body in their cum.Â
Once you all came down, you found that you couldnât quite operate your body properly, not when your lower half was completely numb and throbbing with residual pleasure. San and Yunho took it upon themselves to cuddle you from either side, while Jongho gently rubbed your tummy in circles, wondering whose load would knock you up first. Only time would tell.
âHow was that?â San asked softly near your ear.Â
âWe werenât too rough with you, were we?â Yunho murmured, biting his lip.Â
âHow are you feeling, Manager-nim?â Jongho added gently, patting your tummy.
You sighed gently, reaching up to pat their heads, smiling at the men around you. And to think you actually got paid for this. You couldnât have asked for a better job. âGuysâŠIâm fine, and for the record, it was so good, I donât think I can ever go back to having normal sex again. Iâm a bit concerned, actually.â
The rest of the members began to laugh, and you joined along, before clearing your throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably sticky, looking down to see what you had all done to the poor couch. âOkay, so, whoâs going to clean this mess up? And, itâs not going to be me. I canât move my legs. IâŠthink you guys actually broke me.â
San looked over to Wooyoung, who was already rolling his eyes, pointing dramatically at him. âI told you!â
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Stay Stay Stay Pairing - Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader Summary - Until you met Tyler, you'd only had shitty boyfriends who would leave at the first sign of trouble or when you started to get too attached. Tyler Owens however is there to show you that he's in it for the long run, even when he finds out you're pregnant with his child. Word Count - 4.5k Warnings - Pregnant Reader, but this is just 4k words of pure fluff based on Taylor Swift's Stay Stay Stay ngl.
You woke up feeling miserable. You had barely gotten any sleep, staying up most of the night crying, and all you could think about was how stupid the fight you and Tyler had seemed now. You glanced over at the clock on your bedside table, and shot up when you realized how late it was. Tyler might have already gone, and now you wouldnât get the chance to say how sorry you were. The fear of that gripping your chest had you rolling out of bed and out the door. What you saw in the hallway however, had you stopping in your tracks.Â
 As soon as you shut the door behind you, Tyler jolted awake from his spot on the floor, rubbing his eyes. He was still in his clothes from last night, the button up and jeans, complete with cowboy boots. âYou stayed out here all night?â You asked, emotion tight in your throat.Â
Tyler looked up at you, brushing his hair back from his face. âOf course I did. Didnât know if you might need me or not after those nightmares youâve been having.âÂ
âBut - but I threw something-â
âYour phone.â He informed you.Â
Heat rushed to your face in embarrassment. â-My phone at you.âÂ
âI donât know if Iâd really say âat meâ. If so, your aim was pretty off for someone who used to play baseball.â He said, and he started to move so he could stand up.Â
Before he could though, you bent down and scrambled into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him as the tears fell down your cheeks.Â
He let out a surprised grunt, but put his arms around you as well. âTo be honest, not the greeting I was expecting this morning.â He said in a strained voice, probably because you were squeezing him so tight.Â
âI thought you left already, and I didnât want you to leave mad at me, because if something happened to you out there. . .â You wondered if he could even understand you with the way your tears messed with your breathing, but you had to tell him. The thought of him leaving while the two of you were mad at each other made you feel sick.Â
âHey,â Tyler started running a hand through your hair, the comfort of the motion easing into you. âI wasnât about to leave without talking to you. I told them Iâd catch up.â You closed your eyes as you felt his lips against the side of your head. âAnd you know I canât leave without my good luck kiss.âÂ
You pulled back so you could look at him when you said this. âIâm so sorry. I donât know why I got so mad. Iâve just been all over the place lately, and I feel like Iâm losing my mind. Iâm mad one second, the next Iâm sobbing, then I canât keep my eyes open, and the next second I feel like Iâm going to die if Iâm not jumping your bones-â
Tyler reached up and brushed your tears away with his thumb. âThat oneâs my favorite.â He said with a smirk.Â
You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. âI think Iâm going crazy.âÂ
âBaby, you chase tornados in your spare time. Pretty sure by most peopleâs standards you are crazy,â he said, putting some hair behind your ear.Â
You shook your head, and playfully smacked him in the chest. âIâm serious. I mean I know I get a little crazy around-â the thought hit you like a freight train. âTyler, whatâs today?âÂ
His brow furrowed, his smirk turning into a frown. âSunday . . .â
âNo! I mean what day of the month?â Were the calculations you were doing in your head right? Had the time passed that quickly?Â
âItâs the 11th. Why?âÂ
Oh god. You gripped his face in your hands. âTy, Iâm late.âÂ
Tyler squinted at you. âDid you have somewhere to go . . . ?âÂ
You shook your head, your eyes wide with panic. âNo, Tyler. Iâm late.â You grabbed one of his arms and put his hand on your stomach, giving him a significant look.Â
It was funny, how you could almost see the gears moving in his mind. It was like when he was trying to decide what storm to chase. You could tell the exact moments your words and actions landed. His eyes widened, and he glanced down at your stomach, then you. âYouâre late . . . For that?âÂ
You nodded, watching his face for his reaction. It was an accident of course. The two of you tried to be careful, but one night a couple of months ago after an insane chase . . . The adrenaline got the better of both of you. While you had known you could get pregnant, you thought the chances of it happening the one time you didnât use protection couldnât be that high. Well, the universe might be proving you wrong. You werenât sure how you felt about the possibility, but you were damn sure terrified of what Tyler might be thinking.Â
You didnât need to be.Â
A slow grin started to spread on his face, and within seconds you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder and into the air.Â
Letting out a little shriek, you grabbed a hold of his shirt. âTyler! Put me down!âÂ
âCanât! Got to go buy a pregnancy test.â He said, giving you a smack on the ass that made you squeal again.Â
âWe canât! Iâm not wearing pants!âÂ
âYou donât need pants to take a pregnancy test!â He said.Â
A laugh left your lips at that, but then you smacked his back to get his attention. âTy, what about the crew? Theyâre waiting on you. I can take the test, and call you-â
He put you down then, his hands holding your face and making you look at him. âIf you think there is anything more important to me right now than this, youâre wrong.â Â
It almost embarrassed you that you had thought for even a second any different. âI might not be, you know? I could actually be losing my mind.âÂ
Tyler shrugged. âEither way, thereâs no place Iâd rather be right now than here with you.â He said, sliding his hands down to grab your own, then leaned forward to give you one of the sweetest kisses youâve ever had in your life, all gentle and tender, enough to almost bring tears back to your eyes. âNow, thereâs my good luck kiss.â He said once he pulled away.Â
âAnd what do you need good luck for, huh Owens?â You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.Â
He smirked at you. âIâll tell you later.âÂ
And he did. In about five months after he shot fireworks up in a tornado to reveal you were having a boy, just like he wanted.Â
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âTy! I can pick up potatoes. Iâm barely showing.â You said, shaking your head at him as he dived in front of you to get the sack of potatoes before you could.Â
He put them in the grocery cart, leaning over it and crossing his arms. âSee, I know that, but the gentleman in me wonât let the woman carrying my son do something as lowly as pick up potatoes.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. It was sweet, but you knew it was also going to drive you crazy. âIf you donât let me do some things I might murder you in your sleep. I hope you know that.âÂ
Tyler raised his eyebrows at you, pretending to look confused. âThen who would reach all the stuff on the top shelf?â He asked, his expression morphing into a smirk as you crossed your arms over your chest.Â
âI guess Iâll have to find another tall, handsome cowboy. Shouldnât be too hard.â You teased, and then grabbed the cart, pushing it past him.Â
He stopped you, grabbing you around the waist, holding you back against his chest and pressing a kiss against your neck. âUnfortunately, youâll find Iâm very hard to replace.â He murmured against your skin.Â
You couldnât help but laugh, elbowing him in the side. âAll right cowboy, if youâre going to not let me pick anything up heavier than three pounds, go do me a favor and get the water. Lily said you guys are running low, and the weather conditions for the weekend look rough.âÂ
Tyler pressed another kiss against your neck, and then let you go. âWhatever you say maâam.âÂ
You watched him walk away, a sight you always enjoyed in those jeans, then hurried up to get as many of your groceries as you could before Tyler came back to not let you do anything again.Â
âWell, look who it is.âÂ
Oh god, you knew that voice. It was one you hadnât heard in years now, and one you hoped never to hear again. You almost didnât want to turn around so you could pretend it wasnât there, but you knew this person wasnât going to allow that to happen. It would hurt his ego too much. Turning around, you let out a sigh at the familiar face. âHey, Charles.âÂ
Your ex was a dick. In fact almost all of your exes were dicks. Until you started dating Tyler, you hadnât known what it was like to date someone that put you above themselves. Charles was no different. In fact, he was one of the worst, and the way he was looking at you right now made you want to throw up. Or maybe that was the morning sickness . . .Â
âIâve got to say,â he looked you up and down. âYouâre looking good.âÂ
Nope, it wasn't morning sickness. âThanks.â You replied, moving your cart so you could go around him. Hopefully you could make a quick escape and pretend this whole interaction had never happened. âIt was good seeing you.â Lies.Â
He grabbed the cart, stopping you in your tracks. âWait a second. Donât you think we should catch up some? I mean itâs been-â
âFive years.â You answered, your hands squeezing the handle of the cart.Â
He smirked. âYou kept track?âÂ
You wanted to smack that expression off his face, âto celebrate.âÂ
The nice facade faded upon your words. âYou know, I thought maybe youâd changed over the years, but it seems like youâre still a-â
âGot the waters!â You breathed a quick little sigh of relief as Tyler came to a stop beside you, carrying not one, but two packs of water. He placed them in the cart, flipped his baseball cap around backwards, and put his hand on the small of your back. âWhoâs this?â Tyler asked with his charming grin.Â
You took a step closer to Tyler, not because you were scared of Charles, but because you liked the comfort of his presence. Something you never felt with the douche in front of you now. âYou remember me telling you about Charles? This is him.âÂ
To Charles, Tyler showed no response to the name, but you felt the hand on your back press a little harder against your skin. Tyler turned to look at you, and there was a little glimmer in his eyes when he spoke. âI donât actually. Are you sure youâve mentioned someone named Charles before?âÂ
You had to bite back a smirk once you realized what he was up to. âYeah, I think so.â You played along.Â
âHmmm, I must not have thought it was that important. Anyway, Tyler Owens.â He held out his hand to Charles, and you watched Charlesâs face with delight. Not only had Tyler made him feel unimportant, something you knew from experience he couldnât stand, but Tyler was . . . a big man. At least a foot taller than Charles, and more muscles on him than this guy could ever hope to have. You didnât however expect the look of disbelief that crossed his face.Â
âTyler Owens? The tornado wrangler?â He asked, almost too shocked to shake his hand, but then he collected himself and reached for Tylerâs.Â
âThe very same.â He said. âThough Iâve got to say, I think my favorite title is her future husband.â He said, nodding his head back to you.Â
Heat flushed straight to your face at the bold statement. Tyler and you hadnât talked much about marriage. You had thought that might be the logical next step, but you also didnât want to bring it up if it scared him away. With past boyfriends, including the one in front of you, it always had. You shouldâve known by now though that Tyler was nothing like that. You leaned into him more now, smiling as his arm went around you and his hand rested on your stomach.Â
âHer future-â Charles looked dumbfounded, and you also didnât miss the wince when Tyler shook his hand probably more roughly than necessary.Â
âGot to lock her down, you know? Plenty of other idiots have already let her go. Iâm not going to make the same mistake.â Tyler replied, giving you a smile full of mischief.Â
You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your stomach. âTy, Iâm having your baby. I donât think you have to worry about that.â You assured him, your smile widening as he kissed your cheek.Â
âYouâre - youâre pregnant?âÂ
Youâd almost forgotten Charles was there with Tylerâs sudden proclamation, but his words pulled your attention back to him. Turning to the side, you let him see the slight curve to your stomach. âYep. Four months to go before we meet our baby boy.âÂ
As soon as you said the words, Tylerâs face lit up with genuine excitement like it always did. âI canât wait.â He turned back to Charles, putting both of his arms around you protectively now. âHow do you two know each other again?â Tyler asked, and once again you had to fight back a laugh.Â
âIt doesnât matter.â You said, looking back up at Tyler with a soft smile. âWe need to be getting out of here anyway right babe?âÂ
âYes maâam. Well, it was nice to meet you, Chuck.â Tyler said, stepping back from you so he could grab a hold of the cart with one hand, taking your hand in the other.Â
You couldnât hold your laughter back anymore at that point, entwining your fingers together as you followed him to the register, leaving Charles standing dumbfounded in your wake.Â
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It was the thing you had been the most scared of happening. You had no one else to blame other than yourself though. You were the one who had insisted that Tyler go on the chase. It was supposed to be a large storm, and you reminded him that it was the last one heâd probably go on for a while since the season was ending, as was your pregnancy. You had faith that he would be careful, knowing that he wouldnât risk anything that would endanger him from meeting his son.Â
What you hadnât expected however, was your water to break three weeks early.Â
It was safe to say you were panicking when you called your sister to come get you, and by the time they wheeled you back to your room, you were close to a full blown meltdown. âI canât do this without him.â You told her, holding your stomach as if that could keep him in, tears streaming down your face. âAnd heâs at least five hours away! What if I donât have that long?!â
Your sister, who was more calm than you, grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. âHe will make it, Iâm sure. Youâve texted him right?âÂ
You bit your lip, and when your sister gave you a look, you blurted. âI didnât want to ruin his chase! I thought Iâd wait to see if the doctor was even going to take me!âÂ
âOh my god.â She reached into your bag and grabbed your phone. You held out your hand for it, but she was already texting away. âThere, done.âÂ
âWhat did you say?âÂ
But she didnât answer, instead she waited about ten seconds and said, âhe said heâs on his way.âÂ
You nodded, watching as she put your phone back in your purse. God you hoped he was going to make it. The thought of doing this without him was terrifying. You were already scared enough that something was wrong because of how early he was. Having to have this baby without Tyler by your side, reassuring you the whole way, seemed impossible.Â
A few minutes later, while you were lost in your thoughts, the door to your room opened and a nurse walked in. âHey, honey, howâre we doing?âÂ
âSheâs panicking.â Your sister replied for you.Â
You glared at her. âMy boyfriend, heâs - heâs not going to be able to get here for a few hours, do you think I have that long?âÂ
She gave you a sympathetic smile. âWell thatâs according to him Iâd say, because I speak from experience when I say babies donât wait for no one.â She said.Â
Oh god, he wasnât going to make it. You just knew it. He wasnât going to make it in time, and you would have to try and do this without him, and you didnât think that you could. You needed him. You needed him so badly it added to the pain you were already in, and the worst part was that it was your fault. If you hadnât forced him to go on that chase -Â
âIâm here, Iâm here!âÂ
To your complete and utter shock, Tyler came sliding into your room, taking his cowboy hat off and hurrying to your side.Â
âTy?â Was all you could think to say.
âDid I miss anything?â Tyler asked, taking your hand in his own and looking at your nurse.Â
âDad, I assume?â The nurse said with a smile.Â
Tyler beamed at the use of the word. âAbout to be.âÂ
âIn that case, you havenât missed a thing yet. Weâre about to take some vitals and get this show on the road.â She informed him. âGlad you could make it.â She said, and left your room. Your sister, sensing the two of you needed some alone time, followed close behind.Â
Once they had both left, your thoughts caught up to your brain, and you squeezed Tylerâs hand. âTyler Owens, Iâve never been more happy to see you in my entire life, but how the hell did you get here so fast?âÂ
He gave you an affectionate smile, and reached up to wipe away the tears you didnât even know youâd still been crying. âYeah, so about that chase . . . I never went.âÂ
âYou - you what?âÂ
He started stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. âYou were less than a month away from having our son. I knew youâd blame yourself if I didnât go, but I also knew if something happened while I was away . . . Youâd blame yourself too. So I just . . . stayed at a hotel the past couple of nights.âÂ
You couldnât even be mad. He knew you too well, and the relief you felt that he was here to help you was too much to be upset. âI was so scared you were going to miss it.âÂ
âNot for the largest tornado in the world baby.â Tyler said, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. âYou ready to do this?â He asked as they started wheeling in the equipment.Â
Not five minutes ago you were horrified. The effect of Tylerâs presence on your emotions was remarkable. With him by your side, you had no doubts that you could do this. You could have this baby. âNow that youâre here? Definitely.âÂ
Tyler leaned forward to give you the last kiss the two of you would have before you were parents, the smile on his lips unmistakable.Â
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âHe looks so much like you itâs like you birthed him.â You said with a tired laugh. It was god knows how many hours later, you had never been more tired in your life, and somehow you and Tyler had squeezed into your tiny hospital bed. You were leaning against his shoulder, eyes glued to the baby he held in his arms that was looking up at you both curiously.Â
âNot completely. I know that nose anywhere.â He said, gently tapping your son in the nose. Then, for the first time since his son had been placed in his arms, he looked at you, the unmistakable glint of tears in his eyes. âHeâs perfect.âÂ
You knew that you were already emotional. You were exhausted, overwhelmed and a million other things at once, but the way Tyler was looking at your son, then at you? Your whole body seemed to light up with warmth. It was love all over his face, pure, intense love, and you didnât think youâd ever be able to forget what it looked like again. You felt too choked up to speak, so you slipped your arm through his to curl your hand around his bicep, and turned your head to kiss his shoulder.Â
A smile formed on your face as Tyler looked back at your son, that adoring expression not fading for a second. âThis is the best day of my life so far.âÂ
âSo far?â You said curiously.Â
âWell, you havenât agreed to marry me yet.â He replied, grinning over at you.Â
Your smile widened, giving his arm a little squeeze. âTy, you havenât asked.âÂ
âI havenât?â Tyler said, pretending to look confused. âItâs a great proposal. Youâll just have to wait and see.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, but the thought of Tyler proposing to you made you feel giddy. âDoes it involve fireworks in a tornado?â You teased.Â
He shook his head. âNah, been there, done that. Boone would love it though.â Tyler shifted your son, who cuddled right against his chest. âBy the way, the crewâs waiting outside with your sister.âÂ
You sat further up, wincing when you moved too quickly. âJeez Tyler, how long have they been out there?âÂ
âSince they dropped me off.â He admitted.Â
âYou mean none of them went on the chase either?â You said in shock.Â
Tyler shook his head again, âThey said this was going to be better than any tornado.âÂ
Your throat clogged with emotion again, and you really hoped this crying at the drop of a hat wasnât going to last long. âGo get them! They deserve to see him!âÂ
He reached up, brushing a tear away from your face. âAre you sure? I know how tired you are, and I can tell them to come back tomorrow.âÂ
âI can sleep when theyâre gone. Right now I want them to see what they gave up a chase for.â You said, holding out your arms for the baby.Â
Tyler leaned forward, giving you a kiss on your forehead and handing your son over as gently as if he was made of glass. You smiled as he snuggled right up to your chest, and knew that there was no better feeling in the world than this right here. When you looked up, Tyler was staring at the two of you as if he was trying to memorize this moment. âI love you.â He said finally.Â
You felt like you could float at that moment, so light and loved. âWe love you too.â You told him, and the softest smile formed on his face. âGo,â you told him before you started crying again. âWeâre not going anywhere.â You joked.Â
âYou better not.â He played along, giving you a mock stern look, and then he went outside the door.Â
Not ten seconds later you heard a cheer from outside your door, and you couldnât help but let out a chuckle at their enthusiasm. Of course, they were shushed by nurses, and then Tyler brought them all in.Â
You smiled at them as your sister, Lily, Boone, Dex and Daniâs eyes all went straight to the baby in your arms. Lily, Dani, your sister and Dex rushed forward to get a better look and started cooing over him, the biggest smiles on their faces while Boone hung back, eyes wide like he couldnât believe the baby was a real thing.
âWe got you guys something.â Dex said, holding up some familiar looking material as Tyler got back into the bed with you. He handed him the shirts, and Tyler unfolded them, letting out a laugh before showing them to you. It was similar to the normal shirts, but instead of Tylerâs face, it was a baby with a cowboy hat. That would have been hilarious enough, but instead of saying, ânot my first tornadeoâ it said, âthis is my first babeo.âÂ
âOh my god, itâs so cheesy. I love it.â You said with a laugh yourself.Â
âWe also got little man . . .â Dani held up a little onesie that said, âmini wranglerâ on it with their tornado logo.Â
You grinned, looking down at the bundle of cuteness in your arms. âItâs perfect.â You said, turning your smile to them. âThank you guys for bringing Ty by the way, and staying. I would have understood if you all went on the chase.âÂ
âAre you crazy? We werenât going to miss this.â Lily said, giving your son a little wave.Â
Your eyes went over to Boone though, still standing back a little ways. The man who had gone into tornados and helped shoot fireworks and rockets up into them was looking at the baby in your arms like it was a bomb. âHey Boone, you want to hold him?â You asked.Â
âOh, I donât - I wouldnât even know how-â
But Dani was already pushing him towards you. âItâs all right Boone, you got this.â You reassured him, sitting up a little more to hand him your son.Â
âMake sure you get the back of his head.â Tyler said, watching with the eyes of a hawk as you gently placed him in Booneâs arms.Â
âWoah.â Boone said, as he looked down at him.Â
Tyler wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and now that your arms were free, you curled into his side, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arm around his stomach.Â
âT, man! He looks just like you!â Boone said, and you smiled at the excitement in his voice.Â
âExcept for the nose.â Tyler said, and you found your eyes closing as Tyler pressed a kiss to the top of your head.Â
He was so comfortable, and you were so tired. You felt yourself starting to drift off as his thumb brushed up and down your shoulder. It was hard not to when you felt so safe and loved, surrounded by your family, your new baby and the love of your life.Â
Tyler could sense it, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear. âYou want me to kick them out?âÂ
You shook your head, tightening your grip on him. âThey can stay.â You murmured, nuzzling into him. âMake sure Boone doesnât get too excited and drop our baby.â You joked.Â
âYes maâam.â Tyler responded with a chuckle, pulling you closer. âYou go ahead and rest. I'll be here when you wake up.âÂ
âI know.â You mumbled sleepily with a soft smile. âYou always stay.â
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How To Impress a 21st Century Girl.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader
Themes: Rom-Com, Fluff, Mutual Pining(Heavy?), First Date, Flirtation and Playfulness.
Summary: Sam had forced Bucky to use Tinder to solve his abysmal love life. Bucky tells himself that if third time isn't a charm, he will officially give up trying to find a partner.
A/N: I'm a sucker for rom-coms, I hope you guys enjoyed this because I enjoyed writing it.
tags: @hzdhrtss @winterslove1917
It had all been Samâs idea. "Come on, man. You need to get back out there!" Sam had said, way too enthusiastically, while setting up a Tinder profile for him without even asking. Bucky had resisted at first, arguing that dating apps probably weren't his thing. But Sam was persistent, reminding him that it was 2024, not 1944, and that "no one meets in grocery stores anymore."
Reluctantly, Bucky had gone along with it, figuring it couldnât hurt to try. What was the worst that could happen?
Well, now he knew.
Bucky was starting to think Tinder was out to get him. His first two dates had been disastersâand not just normal awkwardness, but spectacularly bad. The first girl, Jenny, had brought her ex-boyfriend to the date. Apparently, he was her ride, and they were still "good friends." Bucky had spent two hours third-wheeling a reunion he hadnât signed up for. The second girl, Alicia, had a collection of ceramic frogs. And when Bucky said âcollection,â he meant obsession. The girl spent an entire dinner showing him photos of different frog figurines. It was ribbiting. Literally. One of them even made croaking sounds.
So, now here he was, on date number three, standing outside some trendy cafĂ©, wondering what fresh nightmare awaited him. This time, though, heâd let you plan the date. Maybe handing over control would be better than having to smile through another amphibian-themed dinner.
You showed up right on time, and Bucky was genuinely relieved to see no ex-boyfriend hovering in the background. You were wearing a paneled knit dress with spaghetti straps that hugged you just right, and your short hair was perfectly tousled. You smiled at him, but the look on your face told him you were just as unsure as he was.
âHi,â you greeted, and Bucky instantly forgot every single normal response. Holy shit he is TALL.
âHey, Iâm Bucky.â he mumbled back. He was really nailing this whole dating thing.
You walked inside, and the cafĂ© had that minimalist vibe. A lot of plants. A lot of exposed brick. The kind of place where youâre not sure if youâre supposed to sit or admire the interior design.
As you both sat down, Bucky tried to channel his inner suave. He could do this. He had faced way worse than an awkward date. Like alien invasions. Like that one time he lost his arm again. This was nothing.
Except... why was talking to an attractive woman harder than fighting off super soldiers?
âI, uh, like your dress,â Bucky said, already feeling the heat creep up his neck. Nice, Barnes, real original.
âThanks,â you replied, with an amused smile playing on your lips. âI like your... jacket.â
Bucky nodded, looking down at his worn leather jacket. âYeah. Itâs... warm.â
Warm? Thatâs what youâre going with? He mentally slapped himself. This was going well. So well. He tried to change the subject and scanned the menu. âUh... so, whatâs good here?â
âI donât know, Iâve never been,â you said, fiddling with the edge of your napkin. âThe internet said they have good coffee, though.â
âInternet reviews, huh?â Bucky raised an eyebrow. âThatâs always a gamble. Could be great... could be a disaster.â
Cue the awkward silence.
The waiter had barely placed the food in front of you both before the quiet tension stretched between you like you were sitting in a library, not a café. Bucky poked at his bagel as if it might come to life at any moment, while you took a delicate sip of your coffee, your eyes darting between him and the wall behind him.
You both chewed in the most nonchalant way possible, each of you hyper-aware of the silence that was growing louder by the second. You were mentally cursing every decision that led to this exact moment, and Bucky, for his part, was questioning whether retiring from the whole Avenger thing had been a mistake.
Say something. Anything, Bucky thought, taking another bite of his bagel, which suddenly felt like chewing rubber. Ask about herr favorite food? No, thatâs boring. Comment on the weather? Oh, yeah, nothing like âHey, itâs been cold lately,â to really sweep her off her feet. Real smooth.
Meanwhile, you were trying to figure out how you managed to forget how to make normal conversation. Maybe ask him about his hobbies? No, thatâs basic. Compliment his hair? What are you, in fifth grade? Pull yourself together!
Bucky, still chewing the worldâs driest bagel, caught your eye for a split second, and you both did that polite half-smile thing that happens when youâre not sure whether you should talk or continue pretending to enjoy the food.
Did she just smile at me because Iâm being awkward, or am I overthinking this? Bucky wondered, immediately breaking eye contact and pretending his coffee was the most fascinating thing on the table.
You, on the other hand, were screaming internally. Oh God, did I smile too weird? Was it the kind of smile that says, âI like you,â or the one that says, âIâm trapped in this date and donât know how to escapeâ?
You both took another sip of your drinks at the exact same time.
Alright, Barnes, get it together. Say something smart, Bucky told himself, putting his mug down carefully.
âSo, uh... howâs your coffee?â
You blinked, your brain scrambling for a response. Howâs my coffee? Itâs coffee. Just say itâs good. Donât overthink it.
âItâs... good. Howâs your bagel?â
Bucky looked down at the circular piece of bread like it had personally betrayed him. âItâs... round.â
Round? Really? You went with âroundâ? Smooth, real smooth, he chastised himself, nodding like he had just made the most profound statement about bagels ever.
Your lips twitched. Did he just describe his food as âroundâ? Okay, maybe Iâm not the only one struggling here.
You took another sip of your coffee, trying to hide your smile. God, this is like watching two middle schoolers on a first date.
You both glanced at each other again. Smile. Look away. Silence.
Bucky ran a hand through his hair. Alright, clearly, she thinks Iâm a complete idiot. But itâs fine. I can recover. Just... find a topic. Literally any topic.
You picked at your napkin. Okay, maybe I should mention the escape room next. But what if he hates escape rooms? What if he thinks theyâre boring? You cleared your throat slightly, ready to speak, but thenâ
Bucky cleared his throat at the same time. You both froze, staring at each other like deer caught in headlights.
âYou go first,â Bucky said quickly.
âNo, no, you first,â you insisted, waving your hand.
Buckyâs brain blanked. He blinked, searching for anything to say. âUh... did you... park nearby?â
You stared at him, and then a smile slowly spread across your face. Did he really just ask me about parking? You nodded. âNo Iâum took public transport. Did you?â
Bucky gave a stiff nod. âYeah. Close. Very close. Super convenient.â
You both stared at each other for a beat, and then, in a miraculous moment, you both cracked up at the exact same time.
âParking?â you laughed, shaking your head. âThatâs the best weâve got?â
Bucky held up his hands. âHey, I panicked, okay? The bagel threw me off.â
You wiped a tear from your eye, your shoulders shaking with laughter. âAnd I thought the frogs were bad.â
Bucky couldnât help but laugh harder. âOkay, in my defense, this date is way better than ceramic frogs.â
âGlad to be the non-frog date.â You raised your cup in mock salute.
You both chuckled, and for the first time, the awkward tension seemed to melt away. Sure, you were a bit of a mess, but at least you were a mess together.
As you calmed down, you leaned forward, a playful grin on your face. âSo, whatâs next? You ready for the escape room?â
âI dunno. Should I be worried?â Bucky smirked, feeling a lot lighter.
âOnly if youâre bad at puzzles,â you teased.
Bucky crossed his arms, leaning back with a smirk. âOh, trust me, I think Iâll manage.â
And with that, you both finally stood up to head for the next part of your date, the awkwardness left behind with the round bagel and the overly complicated coffee.
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As soon as you stepped into the Asylum escape room, the mood shifted from "awkward first date" to "this might be how I die."
Oh, great. Creepy hospital dĂ©cor. Perfect first-date vibes. You eyed the flickering lights and eerie medical tools scattered around the room, trying not to let on how much it was creeping you out. At least itâs better than ceramic frogs, you thought, glancing at Bucky.
âThis is supposed to be the hardest escape room they have,â you said, glancing at Bucky. âTakes most people at least an hour. You ready for this?â
âYeah, sure. I mean... itâs puzzles, right? How hard can it be?â Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to appear calm. Iâve literally fought aliens. How bad could a few puzzles be?
âYouâve never done one of these before, right?â You looked at him, a bit skeptical.
He shook his head. âFirst time. But, uh... Iâm good under pressure.â Under pressure? What am I saying? I sound like Iâm about to defuse a bomb, not solve a riddle. Get a grip, Barnes.
âAlright. Letâs do this.â You smiled, trying to hide your own nerves.Â
The clock started ticking, and immediately, you were plunged into darkness. A loud creak echoed through the room, followed by a voice over the intercom: âWelcome to the Asylum. You have 60 minutes to escape. Good luck... youâll need it.â
Perfect. Creepy voice? Check. Flickering lights? Check. Yep, I'm doomed. You moved toward a stack of papers, squinting at the dim lighting. âOkay, first thingâs first... we need to find the clues hidden in this room to unlock the door.â
Before you could even start, Bucky was already inspecting a random pipe on the wall. He tugged at it, and it came loose, revealing a hidden key taped to the back. Oh, that was... lucky? Or did I just break something?
You froze mid-step. âWait. How did youââ
âI... uh... just pulled on it.â Bucky looked just as surprised as you. Did I just accidentally solve this?
âOkay. Lucky guess.â You stared at him.Â
Bucky shrugged. âMaybe.â Play it cool, Barnes. Don't look like youâre clueless here.
You both moved into the next room, which had even creepier dĂ©cor. Faint writing on the walls, jars filled with unidentifiable things, and a mannequin in the corner that Bucky immediately side-eyed like it was going to jump out at you. Okay, I donât trust that mannequin. Whyâs it looking at me like that?
You picked up a piece of paper with some cryptic writing on it. âThis says something about finding the light within the dark. I think itâs a clue. We need toââ
âFound it,â Bucky called out.
You turned to see him holding up a blacklight. How does he keep doing this?!Â
âThey always hide something with a blacklight, right?â He grinned, flashing the light on the wall, revealing a series of glowing numbers. Thatâs a thing, right? People hide stuff with these lights all the time... right?
âOh, youâre just full of ideas now, huh?â You crossed your arms, smirking.
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, trying to play it cool. âJust... using my instincts.â Yep. Totally knew that.
You worked through the next few puzzles, but by "worked," what you really meant was Bucky accidentally stumbling into the solutions. Every time you tried to figure out a clue, Bucky would casually touch something, pull a lever, or press a random button thatâsurpriseâopened the next door or revealed the next key. At first, you thought he was joking. But as the minutes ticked by, it became clear: Bucky was somehow solving the escape room by sheer dumb luckâor so you thought.
This is starting to freak me out... Am I secretly a genius? Bucky thought.
At one point, you were trying to decipher a complicated code etched into the wall, mumbling to yourself about numerology and patterns, when Buckyâcompletely obliviousâpulled a book off the shelf, and a hidden door creaked open in the floor.
No. No way. âAre youââ You blinked. âDid you justââ
Bucky glanced at the open trapdoor, confused. âWhat? Was that not supposed to happen?â
You slapped your forehead. âNo! I mean, yes, butâoh my God, Bucky, youâre breaking the game.â
He raised his hands in surrender. âI swear Iâm not doing it on purpose!â Seriously, I just touched a book. How is that a thing?
You looked down at the trapdoor, then back at him. âWhat are you? A puzzle savant? Did you plan this?â
Bucky laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. âNah, I just thought the book looked weird.â Great, now she thinks Iâm some kind of escape room wizard.
You gaped at him. âThe book looked weird?â Weird? Dude, Iâm starting to think you have X-ray vision.
âI mean... yeah. It was dusty.â It wasnât even that weird... or was it?
You squinted at him, hands on your hips. âYouâre telling me you spotted a dusty book and thought, âAha! Hidden door.â?â
âIsnât that... what youâre supposed to do in these rooms?â Bucky shrugged, looking genuinely sorry. Please tell me that's how this works.
This man is unbelievable. You stared at him for a long moment before bursting out laughing. âOh my God. Youâre accidentally good at this. Youâre just walking around solving stuff like you do this every weekend!â
Bucky chuckled, his shoulders relaxing a little. I have no idea what Iâm doing, but Iâm glad sheâs laughing. âI swear Iâve never done this before.â This isnât even the weirdest thing thatâs happened to me this week.
âI donât know whether to be impressed or terrified,â you teased, stepping closer to him. âYouâre like a walking cheat code.â Sure, Sherlock. Whatever you say.
âHey, Iâm just here to help.â He smiled, clearly enjoying your reaction. At least sheâs impressed. Thatâs something.
I think you might secretly be a robot. You shook your head, grinning. âAlright, escape room prodigy, letâs see if you can crack the last one.â
You entered the final roomâa dimly lit chamber with a creepy-looking mannequin in the corner and random medical equipment scattered around. You narrowed your eyes.
âOkay, this is the hardest part. No way youâre going to just... guess your way out of this one.â
âYeah, this oneâs. . . tricky.â Bucky glanced around, clearly trying to look casual. Please donât let me stumble into the solution again...Â
Please donât let him find the solution immediately. Just this once.
You pointed at the mannequin. âWe need to find a code hidden somewhere in this room. The clue says itâs âlocked in the mind.â So it has to be something mental, right? Like a puzzle?â
Bucky stared at the mannequin for a second, then slowly reached out and twisted its head off. Inside, there was a slip of paper with the code on it. Oh, come on. Youâve got to be kidding me.
âAre you KIDDING me?!â Your jaw dropped.Â
âI just thought... you know... maybe the head comes off?â Bucky held up the paper, looking sheepish.Â
Why am I even here?! You threw your hands up in the air. âOf COURSE the head comes off! Because that makes total sense! Sure!â
Bucky bit back a laugh. âWell, it did say âlocked in the mind.ââ Technically, I was right.
You glared at him, then shook your head, laughing despite yourself. âOkay, thatâs it. Youâre banned from escape rooms. You ruin them.â
âRuined it?â Bucky asked, grinning. âWe escaped, didnât we?â Sheâs totally impressed, even if she wonât admit it.
âWe escaped in twelve minutes, Bucky! Twelve!â You slapped his arm playfully. âThatâs not normal!â
He laughed, ducking his head. âSorry?â Guess Iâm not so bad at this âfun dateâ thing.
As you both stepped out of the escape room, the staff was standing there, looking like theyâd just witnessed the impossible.
âYouâre... done?â Pink-haired Girl asked, your eyes wide with disbelief.
Wow. They look like I just told them Santa isnât real, Bucky thought.
You, just as confused, looked over at Bucky. âUh. . .yeah, I guess?â
âLooks like it.â Bucky gave a casual shrug. No big deal. Just casually shattering dreams.
Clipboard Guy checked his stopwatch again, his mouth hanging open. âTwelve minutes. No. Thatâs not possible. People are supposed to break down in there. Weâve had people cry!â
Cry? What is this, an escape room or emotional boot camp? âYou want me to go back in and tear up a little? You know, for the full experience?â Bucky raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.Â
âPeople have left that room emotionally damaged. You just... strolled out.â Pink-haired Girl blinked.Â
You stared at Bucky, still wrapping your head around it. âI didnât even get through the first clue, and you were already unlocking half the room.â
âYou were working hard. I just sped things up a bit.â Bucky chuckled softly, glancing at you with a playful smile. I mean, you were giving it a solid effort...
The Master of Puzzles guy appeared, shaking his head like he couldnât believe what he was seeing. âDid you... have the answers beforehand? Because thatâs the hardest room weâve got. Weâve had people rage-quit in there.â
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, looking amused. âNah, just good at finding my way out of things.â
âI didnât even do anything. You solved the whole thing!â You shook your head, still half-laughing, half in disbelief.
âHey, you were a great moral support.â Bucky smiled at you, nudging you lightly. Seriously, though, itâs good to have someone to watch while I dismantle a roomâs dignity.
Clipboard Guy muttered, âWeâre gonna have to ban him. Heâs banned.â
Oh no, Iâve ruined their sacred puzzle temple.
âHe broke the hardest room weâve got. Who even does that?â Pink-haired Girl nodded, still dumbfounded.Â
âWell, Iâd offer to go back and struggle a bit, but... I donât think itâd be convincing.â Bucky smirked, leaning casually against the counter. Trust me, I canât fake being bad at something. Even if I tried.
As you headed for the exit, Bucky held the door open for you, giving the staff one last glance before he leaned over to you, voice low.Â
âWhat? You wanted to be stuck in there all night?â
âHonestly? It wouldâve been nice to solve at least one puzzle.â You groaned, though you were smiling.
âNext time, Iâll let you have the first clue. Promise.â Bucky chuckled softly. And by let you, I mean Iâll stand far away from everything and try not to accidentally win.
 âYou better.â You laughed, shaking your head as you both stepped out into the night.
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The arcade was buzzing with lights, sounds, and the faint scent of popcorn. It was a complete shift from the eerie asylum escape room, and you were already eyeing the rows of flashing machines and claw games with glee.
Alright, this is more like it. No creepy mannequins here, just good old-fashioned fun.
Bucky, on the other hand, looked around like he had just entered a foreign world. The last time heâd been in an arcade, they didnât have all this flashing neon or half the games that were here now. What happened to the simple stuff? Pinball machines and jukeboxes. Now Iâve got ten-foot robots staring at me while kids slap buttons like their lives depend on it.
Still, he couldnât help but smile at how excited you looked. Okay, if sheâs this excited, maybe this wonât be so bad.
âOkay, so... how does this place work again?â he asked, watching a kid furiously slap buttons at a nearby game.
You laughed, giving him a gentle nudge. âItâs simple! We just play a bunch of games, earn tickets, and then trade them in for really weird prizes. Easy.â
Bucky nodded, though he still looked a little confused. âSo, you win tickets byâ?â
âBy being amazing at games, obviously,â you said, your eyes already darting toward a nearby basketball shooting game. âLetâs see if you can keep up.â
Bucky followed you, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. âOh, Iâll keep up.â Alright, letâs see if I remember how to be competitive at... basketball?
You started with basketball, and while you had a decent shot, Bucky quickly became the Michael Jordan of arcade basketball. He tossed shot after shot into the hoop with ridiculous ease, barely even looking like he was trying.
Oh, come on. Seriously? Why is he good at everything? You shook your head in disbelief. âOh, come on. Are you serious right now? Are you even aiming?â
âI dunno. I just... throw.â Bucky shrugged, not missing a single shot.Â
âThis is what I get for going on a date with someone whoâs literally built for accuracy.â You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. Why am I pretending like Iâm mad? Itâs honestly impressive.
He flashed a boyish grin. âYou wanted to see if I could keep up.â Oh, Iâm keeping up, doll.
You crossed your arms, pretending to pout. âI wasnât trying to lose in record time.â
When the game ended, Bucky had a ridiculous amount of points, and you had... well, significantly fewer. He collected your combined tickets from the machine, glancing down at you with a playful glint in his eyes.
âShould I carry these, or do you want to hold on to the three tickets you earned?â he teased, raising an eyebrow.
How is he still charming even while teasing me? This is unfair. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you snatched a couple of tickets from his hand with a grin. âYou know what? Fuck you.â
âCareful, doll. You keep talking like that, and I might just take you up on it.â Buckyâs smirk widened, and he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice just enough to make your pulse quicken.Â
Okay, that was a little too good. I should not be blushing right now. Your eyes widened for a second, a flush creeping up your neck before you shot him a playful glare. âYou wish.â
âYou know I donât have to wish for anything.â He chuckled, stepping back with a wink.
Well, that escalated quickly. You tried to bite back your smile, but it was impossible with the way he was looking at you. âIâm starting to regret bringing you here.â
Bucky held up the stack of tickets, grinning like a kid who just won the lottery. âYouâre only regretting it because Iâm walking away with all the prizes.â Did I just turn an arcade into a battlefield?
âYeah, yeah, keep rubbing it in.â You huffed, shaking your head, though the smile on your face said otherwise.Â
Bucky shot you another wink. âOh, I plan to.â
This guy is dangerous with that smile. You smirked, leaning in a little. âSo... what happened to the awkward guy who pointed out that bagels are round? Because this,â you waved at the arcade tickets, âdoes not feel like the same guy.â
âWhat? You werenât impressed by my bagel observations?â Bucky chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. I was doing my best back then, okay?
You laughed, giving him a playful nudge. âOh, I was very impressed. I just didnât know you were hiding this arcade legend behind all that bagel wisdom.â
He grinned, eyes glinting. âIâm full of surprises, doll.â You have no idea.
âClearly,â you said, still teasing him as you walked toward the next game. âLetâs see how many more surprises youâve got.â
You dragged him over to the shooting gallery game, where you were met with an array of plastic rifles and paper targets.
âIâm kinda good at this,â you declared, grabbing one of the rifles with renewed determination. âYou canât have a crazy aim for everything.â Finally, something I can win.
Bucky raised an eyebrow, amused. âOkay. Letâs see what you got.â
You aimed and fired... missing every single target. You winced as the targets flipped back and forth, mocking you with their tiny, evil faces. Are you kidding me?
âYouâre holding it too tight.â Bucky stepped up beside you, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.Â
âOh, great. Here we go. The expert.â You groaned. Of course, Iâm holding it too tight. Leave it to Bucky to know everything.
Bucky smiled, but instead of saying anything, he stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around you, his hands gently guiding yours on the plastic gun. You froze, your heart skipping a beat as you felt the warmth of him so close. His breath was soft against your ear as he leaned in to guide your aim, his voice low and steady.
Why does he have to be so good at this? I can barely think straight.
âRelax,â he murmured, his hands adjusting yours gently. âDonât grip it so hard. Just like this.â
How am I supposed to relax when heâs practically wrapped around me?
Your pulse quickened, your senses suddenly overwhelmed by how close he was. His cologneâwoodsy and warmâfilled your lungs, making you a little dizzy. You swallowed hard, focusing on anything but the way your back pressed against his chest. âOkay... relax. Right. Got it.â
âYouâre not relaxing.â Buckyâs voice was low, almost teasing.
Yeah, no kidding. Not exactly easy when you smell like a lumberjack dream.Â
âI am relaxed!â you shot back, though your heart was racing so fast you were sure he could hear it.
Bucky chuckled, and the soft rumble of his laugh vibrated against your back. âIf you were relaxed, you wouldnât be holding your breath.âÂ
If sheâs holding her breath, I must be doing something right.
You blinked, realizing that yes, you were in fact holding your breath. You exhaled slowly, trying to focus on the targets instead of the fact that Bucky was basically wrapped around you.
âGood,â he said quietly, his hands still steadying yours. âNow, pull the trigger. Nice and easy.â
Yeah, this is totally normal. Just shooting targets, totally not thinking about how close we are.
You followed his lead, squeezing the trigger gently. The shot rang out, and the sound of a hit echoed through the machine. The target flipped backward, signaling a perfect hit.
âI did it!â you exclaimed, your excitement bubbling over as you turned your head to look at him.
Your faces were just inches apart. Buckyâs eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you was thick with tension, the good kindâthe kind that makes your heart race and your stomach flip.
God, sheâs close. Just a little closer...
Your gaze flickered down to his lips, and Bucky swallowed hard, momentarily forgetting where you were or what you were doing. All he could think about was how easy it would be to lean in just a little more, toâ
âUh, sorry!â A kid nearby bumped into the machine, jolting you both out of the moment.
Of course. Great timing, kid.
You quickly stepped out of Buckyâs embrace, your face flushed. âWell, um... thanks for the lesson, Barnes.â
Bucky cleared his throat, his ears a little pink. âYeah. Anytime.â Anytime? Seriously, Barnes? Thatâs all youâve got?
You moved on to a few more games, but the tension between you still lingered, electric and unspoken. After a particularly intense game of air hockey (where you almost won, thanks to Bucky being a little too distracted by you), you found yourselves at the prize counter.
Your eyes scanned the shelves, but one prize in particular caught your attention: an absolutely massive goose plush sitting at the top of the prize display. It was ridiculous, almost comically large, but it made you smile instantly.
âOh my God,â you muttered, pointing. âThat goose is so cute.â
Bucky followed your gaze and raised an eyebrow. A goose? Really? She could pick anything, and itâs that giant bird?
âYou like that thing?â he asked, tilting his head slightly.
âI mean, look at it. Itâs the size of a couch,â you said, laughing. âNo oneâs ever gonna win enough tickets for that.â
Bucky looked thoughtful for a second. Then, without saying a word, he handed all of your tickets to the guy at the counter. Challenge accepted, doll.
The kid behind the counter stared at him. âUh, you know this isnât enough for the goose, right?â
Bucky nodded. âYeah, but... whatâs it take to win that thing?â
Because clearly, winning giant plush birds is my new priority in life.
The kid blinked. âLike... a thousand tickets.â
Bucky smirked, then turned to you. âWait here.â
âWhat are you doing?â You frowned, confused.Â
Please donât say youâre going to try and win a thousand tickets... oh my God, heâs going to try and win a thousand tickets.
Bucky said nothing and disappeared into the crowd. A few minutes later, you saw him at one of those old-school, rigged basketball games. His face was calm, determinedâlike he was about to go to war.
One after the other, Bucky sank shot after shot, racking up points so fast that you had to rub your eyes to believe it. Within minutes, he had earned a mountain of tickets. He moved on to another game, this time skee-ball, and then to another. Every single game, he dominated, earning enough tickets to make the counter kidâs jaw drop when he returned with what looked like a roll of tickets big enough to use as a belt.
âHoly crap,â you muttered, watching as Bucky handed the tickets over, a satisfied smirk on his face. The kid counted them, eyes wide, then slowly reached for the giant goose plush.
The oversized goose was practically half Buckyâs height as he carried it back over to you, grinning.
âHere you go,â he said, handing it to you with a proud look. âYou said you liked it, right?â
Who just... casually wins a giant goose plush? How did he do that?
You stared at the giant, fluffy creature, then at him, your heart flipping over itself. âBucky... this is insane. Itâs huge.â
âWell, I couldnât just leave without winning you something.â He shrugged, his grin boyish and a little shy. Yeah, Barnes, act like youâre not insanely proud of yourself right now.Â
Heâs... adorable. Stop. Focus. âYou really didnât have to... but I love it.â You laughed, hugging the goose to your chest.Â
âGood.â Buckyâs eyes softened as he watched you smile. Worth every single ticket.
Your heart raced, your face heating up as you looked at him over the massive plush. âYouâre full of surprises, Barnes. Who knew youâd be this good at arcades?â
Just trying to impress the girl, no big deal.
âMaybe I just wanted to impress you.â He smiled, a little more reserved this time.
Well, mission accomplished, buddy. You blushed, the air between you crackling again with that familiar tension. âWell, mission accomplished.â
You stood there for a moment, just smiling at each other, the absurdly large goose between you, until you laughed and nudged him with your elbow.
âYou know, this might be the best date Iâve ever been on,â you said, your tone light but sincere. Was that too much? Did I just over-share?
Buckyâs smile grew, his eyes softening. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you said softly, holding the goose a little tighter. âDefinitely the best.â Okay, that was smooth. Not awkward at all.
You left the arcade with the giant goose plush between you, its goofy face almost mocking the awkwardness that had suddenly crept back into your steps. Bucky walked beside you, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, trying to figure out what to say.
Do I say something? Or just... keep walking?
The sounds of the city filled the silence around you, but neither of you spoke. The playful energy from the arcade had faded into something quieter, more uncertain.
Why am I so bad at this? Just say something, Barnes.
After a long stretch of quiet, Bucky cleared his throat. âSo... is this the end?â Smooth, real smooth.
You blinked and glanced over at him, trying to keep your heart from doing a flip at his words. âWell, thatâs all I had planned. Why?â
Bucky hesitated, his jaw tightening slightly as he looked ahead, his mind clearly weighing something. Okay, donât screw this up. Donât sound too eager.
For a moment, you thought maybe he was going to say goodbye, that maybe this was the end of your date after all. But then, he spoke quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed to admit it.
âI kind of donât want to go home yet.â Well, there it is. Now she knows.
You felt a flutter in your chest, your face heating up as a small, shy smile tugged at your lips. You ducked your head, looking down at the sidewalk to hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. The way he said itâso simple but sincereâmade your heart skip.
Why does that sound so much cuter than it should? You bit your lip, an idea suddenly coming to you.
âWell...â you started, glancing up at him. âThereâs a new building by the riverside with a sky deck. It just opened recently, and itâs supposed to have the best view of the city.â
âSky deck, huh?â Bucky raised an eyebrow, intrigued. A sky deck? Yeah, that sounds better than awkwardly walking home.
You nodded, a little more excited now. âYeah. Itâs pretty high up, and overlooks the whole city. I havenât been yet, but I heard itâs amazing at night.â
âSounds better than going home.â Bucky tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a soft smile. Thank God. Iâm not ready for this to be over yet.
âThen letâs go.â You grinned, feeling your heart race just a little faster.Â
You shared a quick, almost nervous glance at each other before walking in the direction of the riverside. The awkwardness wasnât completely gone, but now, it was laced with anticipation, a kind of giddy energy that made your stomach flutter. You hugged the plush goose a little tighter, trying not to let your excitement show too much, but inside, you were buzzing.
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The city lights shimmered below you as you lounged on the comfy chairs, drinks in hand. The night air was cool, but it didnât come close to breaking the warmth buzzing between you and Bucky.
Sheâs... something else, Bucky thought, leaning back slightly. His gaze kept shifting between the breathtaking skyline and you, but he found himself more captivated by you. How am I supposed to focus on the view when she looks like that?
Noticing the quiet, you smirked. âSo, you were really gonna end the night without showing off more of your endless talents?â
Oh, sheâs teasing now. Alright, two can play this game. Bucky raised an eyebrow, amused. âWhat, beating you at arcade games wasnât enough?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âYouâre a walking cheat code, Bucky. But I feel like thereâs more youâre holding back.â
His eyes flickered over your face, lingering on your lips for just a little too long. More than you know, doll. âMaybe I am.â
Your breath caught for a second, but you quickly recovered, tilting your head and flashing him a grin. âOh yeah? Like what? Some secret talent I should know about?â
Keep your cool, Barnes. Don't blow it now.
Bucky leaned in just a fraction, his voice lowering, his eyes never leaving yours. âIâve got a few tricks up my sleeve. But I only show them to people who ask nicely.â
God, does he have to sound that smooth? Your heart flipped at the way he was looking at you, intense, as if he was seeing through every joke and teasing comment. How am I supposed to keep this casual?
âNicely, huh? And what do I have to do for you to show me?â you asked, your voice quieter now, the playful banter fading into something more charged.
âKeep hanging around,â he said softly.
Iâm in deep now. Bucky's eyes dropped to your lips again, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to blur into nothing. Should I kiss her? Maybe Iâm reading this wrong...
His eyes dropped to your lips again, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to blur into nothing. It was just himâhis voice, his presence, the way he was looking at you like he wanted to kiss you but was holding back.
You swallowed, feeling the tension build like a slow fire. You sipped your drink, trying to cool yourself down, but it did little to shake the feeling that something between you had shifted. Stop overthinking, just go with it.
âI could do that,â you murmured, a small smile playing on your lips. You felt his eyes on you, and the air between you felt electric. You glanced at him, catching him staring at your lips again. Your pulse jumped. Heâs really staring... isnât he?
âYouâre staring,â you said, teasing, though your voice had a soft edge to it, your heart thudding in your chest.
Bucky blinked, caught, but instead of pulling away, he smirked. âAm I?â
Yeah, Bucky, play it cool. Like you havenât been staring for the past five minutes.
âMhm,â you teased, though your voice was barely steady. Why does that smirk make my heart race? âI mean, I get it. The viewâs great and all.â
Buckyâs smirk deepened, his voice dropping lower. âYou could say that.â
I canât believe this is actually happening. You felt your face heat up at the way he was looking at you. The intensity of his gaze made your stomach do wild flips. Why is this so... intense?
âYouâre not just talking about the city, are you?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled softly, sending shivers down your spine. Just kiss her already. âMaybe not.â
Your breath hitched. âAnd what are you looking at?â
He leaned in slightly, his gaze locked on yours. âWhat do you think?â
She knows exactly what Iâm looking at.Â
Your heart raced, the pull between you growing stronger with every passing second. His eyes kept flicking down to your lips, making you wonder if he was going to kiss you. I really shouldnât wait any longer...
Bucky cleared his throat suddenly, as if shaking off the trance heâd been in, and leaned back into his seat, looking almost embarrassed. Okay, maybe Iâm rushing this.
âSorry... I didnât mean toââ
âNo,â you interrupted quickly, your voice softer, gentler now. God, why did he stop? âDonât be. I didnât mind.â
His gaze snapped back to yours, the tension flaring again. She didnât mind? Well, maybe I didnât screw up, after allâor I did because you didnât kiss her you idiot. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead, a soft smile tugged at his lips, and his expression softened.
âSo... orthopedic ward, huh?â he said, shifting the conversation, though his eyes were still locked on you. âHow do you handle that? All those broken bones?â
Smooth, Barnes. Talk about bones to distract yourself from the fact you were just about to kiss her.
You took a deep breath, relieved for the break in intensity but missing it instantly. Great, now Iâm thinking about how close he was... âWell, itâs mostly convincing people not to do dumb things. Like skateboarding down staircases. You wouldnât believe what people put themselves through.â
Bucky chuckled. Yeah, I believe it. Considering Iâve done dumber things in my time. âI can believe it. Iâve been there.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYouâve skateboarded down staircases?â
âNo, but Iâve done some pretty stupid things in my time,â he admitted, leaning in again. Pretty sure falling for you might top the list. âBut if I did something dumb, youâd patch me up, right?â
You smirked, your eyes twinkling. Heâs flirting again. I canât take this seriously. âOh, Iâd patch you up. But Iâd make sure to remind you how dumb you were the entire time.â
âFair,â Bucky said, the distance between you shrinking again. Patch me up, lecture meâjust keep talking, I donât care. âBut I think Iâd be a good patient.â
You shook your head with a grin. Good patient? Doubtful. âI doubt that. Youâd probably complain the whole time.â
âI wouldnât,â he replied, his tone teasing but soft. Iâd let her take care of me, no problem. âIf you were the one taking care of me, Iâd be on my best behavior.â
Heâs definitely not just talking about broken bones... Your heart skipped at the way he was looking at you again, his voice dropping to something more intimate. The banter was light, but underneath it all, there was that same intensity. Okay, now Iâm thinking about kissing him again...
âYou donât strike me as someone whoâs ever on their best behavior,â you teased softly, though your breath caught in your throat.
Bucky smirked, his eyes flicking to your lips again. âMaybe you bring it out in me.â
God, I hope so.
The words hung between you, heavy with meaning. Your pulse raced, and you leaned into the moment, letting the tension simmer between you, unspoken but undeniable. Heâs close againâŠ
âIâll have to see that for myself,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heartbeat.
Sheâs close, too. Just lean in, Barnes. Buckyâs gaze darkened, his voice low and rough. âYou just might.â
A small smile tugged at your lips as the tension between you crackled, thick and electric. You shifted slightly, leaning in with a playful smirk. âSo... tell me, you got any other dates lined up after this one?â
Buckyâs eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned back, crossing his arms. Dates? I can barely keep up with this one. âWhy? You worried Iâve got someone else lined up?â
You grinned, holding his gaze. âMaybe. Should I be?â
Not a chance. He leaned in closer, the space between you shrinking as his voice dropped lower. âI donât know... do you have any other dates lined up?â
Heâs really turning this on me, huh? You blinked, your heart racing, but you quickly shot back, âWell, maybe... maybe not. Depends on how this one ends.â
Bucky chuckled softly, his eyes dropping to your lips again, the intensity rising. Alright, Barnes, time to end this date right. âGuess I better make sure it ends right, then.â
Before you could respond, Bucky reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin up. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing tenderly against your cheek as he leaned in, your lips so close you could feel his breath.
Your heart was pounding, your breath shallow, as his parted lips brushed against yours, soft and slow, his head tilting just slightly. The kiss was gentle at first, his lips locking against yours in a way that made everything around you fade to nothing. He could taste the faint sweetness of your daiquiri on your lips, and with a soft groan, his tongue did a slow, savoring lick against your bottom lip before slipping past, deepening the kiss.
Your hands instinctively moved up, cupping his face as you kissed him back, your fingers sliding along the scruff of his jaw. The warmth of his touch, the way his thumb stroked your cheek, the way his lips moved against yours âeverything about it was intoxicating, pulling you under.
Then Bucky pulled back for a quick gasp, his breath mingling with yours , before diving back in, capturing your lips with even more intensity. The kiss deepened, more urgent this time, as though neither of you wanted the moment to end. His hand on your nape tightened slightly, pulling you closer as the kiss intensified, his lips pressing more firmly against yours.
They didnât stop until they couldnât breathe anymore, finally pulling apart when the need for air overtook you, both of you breathless and flushed. Their foreheads rested together, the cool night air doing little to cool the heat between you. Buckyâs thumb gently stroked your cheek as he whispered, his voice rough, âDefinitely no other dates lined up after this.â
You smiled, your hands still cradling his face, your heart pounding. âGood. Neither do I.â
Ă Ă Ă Ă
As Buckyâs motorcycle came to a slow stop outside your house, and glanced up at your front porch. You hopped off the bike, shaking out your hair with a satisfied grin.
That ride was way too short... you thought, glancing at him as you handed Bucky his helmet, which he stubbornly told you to wear instead of him.
Bucky, being the gentleman, didnât just let you off with a wave. He slid off the bike and stood up straight, dusting his hands like he was about to help carry your groceries.
Alright, Barnes. Play it cool.
"Iâll walk you up," he said casually, like it wasnât 2024 and people usually just waved from their cars.
You raised an eyebrow, your lips quirking into a smirk. "Youâre walking me to my porch?"
Bucky nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She thinks itâs weird? Hell, I thought thatâs what youâre supposed to do.
âOf course. What kind of guy lets a lady walk to her door alone?â he replied, shrugging like this was completely normal.
You tried not to laugh, biting your lip to hold back a smile. Heâs serious. Oh my God, heâs really serious. "Wow, okay, Mr. 1940s. Whatâs next, you gonna tip your hat and call me âmaâamâ?"
Bucky smirked, taking a step closer. Alright, go with it, Barnes. âI could, if thatâs what youâre into.â
You snorted, rolling your eyes but smiling as you walked together toward your porch. Heâs ridiculous... and kinda sweet. You couldnât help but notice how he slowed his pace just a little, like he was savoring the moment, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, casual yet somehow... considerate.
When you reached your porch, Bucky stopped, glancing at your door as if making sure it was safe territory. This is it. Play it smooth.
You turned to him, unable to hold back a laugh this time. "So, do I get a secret code to get into my own house, or...?"
Bucky grinned, leaning casually against the porch railing. âJust making sure you get home safe.â
Alright, Barnes, sheâs not buying it. But hey, it worked.
âYou know, they invented porch lights for a reason.â You shook your head, amused. Heâs seriously acting like my personal bodyguard right now.
âWhat can I say? Old habits die hard.â Bucky shrugged, leaning in just a little closer, that playful glint in his eye. Please donât laugh, please donât laugh.
You looked up at him, crossing your arms with a smirk. âYou know, thereâs a fine line between being a gentleman and babysitting.â
Bucky chuckled. Sheâs killing me with that smirk. âHey, you never know. There could be a rogue bagel out here, just waiting to trip you up.â
Oh, not the bagels again. âOh my God, not the bagels again!â you burst out laughing, shaking your head.
He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. âYou know theyâre round, right?â
This man is unbelievable. You groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead. âI think weâve officially come full circle.â
âJust like a bagel.â Bucky gave a slow, dramatic nod.
You couldnât help but laugh again, but you shook your head, standing on your porch with your hands on your hips. Why do I like this guy so much?
âAlright, alright, youâve escorted me safely to my door. Anything else, or are you going to salute me goodbye?â
Buckyâs grin softened, and with a playful twinkle in his eye, he gave a small, mock salute. Sheâs gotta be messing with me right now, right? âGoodnight, maâam.â
âGoodnight, soldier.â You couldnât stop smiling as you opened your door, turning back to look at him. Donât walk away, donât walk away yet...
As you slipped inside, you peeked out one last time, watching as Bucky lingered for a second, that charming smirk still on his face before he finally turned and headed back to his bike. Say something, Barnes. Donât just leave like a dork.
But then he stopped, halfway to his bike, and turned back around, something flickering in his eyes.
No, Iâm not leaving yet. Not without...
Before you could ask what he was doing, Bucky closed the distance between you with a few long strides. Without hesitating, he gently tilted your chin up, his thumb brushing your cheek as he leaned in and kissed youâsoft, quick, but just enough to make your heart race. His lips parted against yours, and for a split second, you tasted the warmth of him before he pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes.
That... was... wow.
Your breath caught in your throat, your heart doing a somersault. Did that just happen? You were still processing when Bucky grinned, his voice a little more hushed. âI guess I couldnât leave without a proper goodbye.â
Smooth, Barnes. Real smooth.
You blinked, trying to find your voice, but all that came out was a soft, âNo complaints here.â
Bucky chuckled softly, his hand still lingering at your neck for a moment longer. Then, he cleared his throat, stepping back a bit. âHey, uh... you got a number I could call sometime?â
Heâs asking for my number after that?
You smiled, feeling your heart flutter as you reached into your pocket, grabbing your phone. âYeah, hereâlet me put it in.â
As you typed in your number, Bucky watched you, that familiar twinkle back in his eyes. Best decision Iâve made all night.
When you handed his phone back, your fingers brushed his, sending a small jolt up your arm. Yep, Iâm done for.
Bucky pocketed the phone, flashing that boyish grin again. âAlright. Iâll call you.â
Yeah, you better. âIâll hold you to that.â
He took a slow step down from the porch, but not without glancing over his shoulder one more time. âGoodnight... again.â
You stood there, grinning like an idiot. âGoodnight, Bucky.â
As Bucky made his way back to his bike, you slipped inside your house, leaning against the door as your heart raced. Did he really just kiss me? Again? Oh, this is definitely not over.
You peeked out one last time through the crack in the door, watching him as he swung his leg over his bike. Even from your doorway, you could hear him muttering with a smirk, âJust trying to keep the rogue bagels at bay.â
You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you finally closed the door behind you, your heart racing a little more than you expected. Iâm never going to forget this night...
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Rough Sex w/ MW2
Warnings: 18+, Heavy Smut, Rough Sex, Restraining, Stomach Bulging, Unprotected Sex, Sexual Punishment, Use of a Strap-On, Implied Blow Job, Possessive Sex, Dehumanisation, Slut Shaming, Reader Blaming, Hair Pulling, Slight Dumbification, Blood, Dirty Talk, Profanity, Pet Names, No Pronouns used for Reader except âYouâ.
Ghost
âJust a stupid little whore, arenât ya,â Simon growled as he pounded you from behind, fingers gripping your hips so tightly that phantom bruises descended upon your skin. The slickness of your abused hole did little to numb the pain of Simonâs rapid, unrelenting pace, of his engorged tip slipping deeper and deeper inside you, plugging you, making any form of escape from your impending unravelment impossible.
You could feel his cock, hot, heavy and ravenous, pulsating inside you, bringing you to the edge of electric euphoria with every thrust.Â
âGood for nothinâ except takinâ my cock.â He spat, his hand sliding up your spine and rooting itself in your hair. He gripped at the base and pulled your head back, hissing in your ear.
âIsnât that right, Darlinâ?â
You wanted to speak. Wanted to tell him you were his, only his, but the words wouldnât come out quick enough.
When you didnât answer in time, he stopped. Pulled out, only the swollen tip remaining lodged inside.
Without warning, he pushed. Hard.
Youâd felt full before, but this sudden influx of skin and muscle and heat was too much. It knocked the air out of you, made you cry out as Simon sank balls-deep inside you, impaling your shuttering, wanting body on his dick. He grunted, his grip on your hair tightening.
âThatâs it,â he said as you whimpered, cried out. âTake it â take it like the slag you are.â
König
âYou wanted this â you wanted me to take you. Fucking attention whore,â
Königâs voice reached depths you didnât think possible as he bounced you on his cock, his stomach coated in your juices as he lay beneath you, thrusting up to plant as much of his member in the tight cavern of your hole as possible.
Even from where he lay, he could see the outline of himself within you. He twitched. Tried to stave off from painting your insides white for just a little longer.
You had no choice but to take it â your wrists bound behind your back with Königâs belt â to take every inch of Königâs cock.
He stretched you out to lengths you didnât think possible as he pulled you down onto the base of his member, causing tears to stream down your face as he hit a sliver of you you didnât think existed.
âGod, youâre nothing without me,â he asserted, teeth gritted and restraint pushed to the very limit. âNothing but a rag doll on the end of my dick â only made for me to use as I please.â
You knew it was true, especially with the coil within you verging on snapping, sending you over the precipice of ruin. König gave you a sly, thin grin.
âNobody else can fuck you like this, can make you cry like this.â His grip on your waist proved he wasnât lying, shortened nails leaving crescent indents in your skin.
âIâll make sure of it.â
Soap
âDonât tell me youâre cryinâ on me now, Darlinâ,â Johnny said, not an ounce of sympathy or empathy in his voice. If anything, the realisation that you were just about holding on as he railed you from behind seemed to make him go faster, push harder, knocking his thick, meaty cock into you at a pace that could only be savage.
âCâmon, show me you can take it. I know you can,â he goaded â or perhaps encouraged. You couldnât be so sure, especially as you could barely string a thought together, never mind the inclination to ask. He watched you, made dead eye contact with you through the mirror that put your undoing on display for him, his eyes piercing and ice.
At your silence, Johnny slapped your backside. Harsh. You yelped at the sting and jolted forwards, only for Johnny to wrap a hand around your throat and pull him back. His balls were flush against your backside, the tightness of your bodies together making him grunt.
âCâmon, mo ghaol â tell me how much you need this dick â show me how much you deserve it.â He squeezed your throat.
Valeria
âYou were begging to be used by me â wearing those tight shorts like I wouldnât notice.â Valeria punctuated her point with a harsh thrust, sending you banging against her desk, ribs aching, pressed against sleek wood. Everything hurt.
The strap-on sheâd chosen was one she reserved only for correcting your most egregious behaviour. Apparently, this extended to your fashion choices, too.
âTrying to make my men lose focus, huh? Is that it?â The sound and sensation of your body welcoming the cruel length of her weapon made your cheeks flush and your hole clench, trying to pull it deeper, begging for punishment.
âHave I not given you enough attention? Or are you just hungry for anyone who lays eyes on you,â
You whimpered, trying to keep your head level as your girlfriend battered your insides with nothing less than animalistic fervour and rage.
âYou wanna dress like a cheap whore,â she said, voice deep and husking as she lowered her lips to your ear. âThen I get to fuck you like one â my whore.â
Price
âI love you,â he panted. âI love you, I love you, I love youââ
He couldnât stop â these last few hours with you would be all he had before he had to go on deployment again. And he was determined to make them count.
Heâd stuffed himself into you, made light work of grinding your sanity down to its bare foundations as your body shook with the onset of another orgasm.
You were already so sensitive, every knock of his tip against your sensitive spot sending equal euphoria and pain through you.
âGonna cum in you again,â he said, voice lethargic, words slurred like the blurring edges of watercolours. âGonna get it as deep as possible. Want it still in you by the time I reach Base.â
The many loads of cum heâd already pumped into you weighed heavy in your belly, almost creating its own centre of gravity as you fought to keep your swollen stomach off the mattress. Anytime you failed, the sensitivity of your skin, the feeling of his load stagnant inside you, made you wince.
You could feel Johnâs cum leaking out of you as he plunged deep, deeper still, forcing his seed out of the small spaces which werenât suffocated by his almost impossible girth.Â
Horangi
âBeen stretching you out for hours and youâre still- nghâ fuckinâ tight.â Hong-Jin said, almost as if chiding you. He grunted, balls-deep yet nowhere near satisfied, his resolve being milked from him.
âGonna need toââ he grunted, âbreak you in,â
Without warning, he pulled out â only halfway â and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. One that, despite not having the power of his whole length behind it, forced a strangled moan from you.
His breath caught as he felt himself slip into a deeper, darker part of you, one which seemed to try and reject him as your hole pulsed uselessly around him, as if to push him out.
He persisted. Hissing.
When he pulled out, he spotted something.
A small streak of blood along his shaft.
âDoing so well for me, Love,â he groaned, slipping back in and re-establishing a rhythm. You mewled beneath him.
âGod, youâre so good â just lying down and taking it â like my own personal fleshlight.â
Alejandro
âSo this is why youâve been acting so strange recently, hm?â Alejandro spoke between pants, arms at either side of your head, blocking off everything that wasnât him. He gritted his teeth, grunted at the feeling of you tightening around him as he brutalised you with his savage pace, stretching you out and making your hole spasm around his cock.
âJust needed a good fuck, didnât you?â
You were all but drooling as Alejandro quite literally fucked you dumb, no thoughts in your head save for the desperate electricity between your legs.
When you didnât answer â or rather couldnât, for your mind was scarcely able to keep itself intact for the feeling of ruin rapidly descending upon you â Alejandro took your chin between his fingers and forced you to focus on him.
âDidnât you.â He repeated. To that, the fire in his eyes, you managed a sloppy âyesâ. Alejandro hummed, pressed himself closer, chest-to-chest.
âDonât worry, Cariño â weâve got all night to fuck that pretty little mouth back into working order.â
Rudy
Years of toil, training and discipline have shaped Rudy into the unsuspecting behemoth he is today; as was evident in the way you cried out when his dick skewered you, stretching you out and making your back arch against the mattress. He felt himself pressed to the wall of your abdomen as your stomach met his. He shivered.
âHe canât fuck you like this,â he said, voice low and seething, the intonation of a snake. His usual puppy-eyes were sharp, as if of a feline disposition. He watched you as your eyes, almost having rolled back into your skull, refused to meet his.
âNobody can have you. Youâre mine â only mine.â He slammed into you faster, giving you no preparation and only using the wetness already dripping from between your thighs there to slip in.Â
âNow, tell me who you belong to.â
Your mouth, agape with silent pain, released nothing. Rudy raised his hand, slapped you. You yelped, the sting sending a shock between your legs. You clenched around him. He growled, head dipping to your collarbone, where you could feel his breath, scorching and unrelenting.
âLetâs try this one more time,â he rasped. When he looked up, his eyes were black. Gone was the man you loved.
âOr I wonât be so forgiving.â
Graves
âYou like beinâ used by me, donât ya,â Graves panted, struggling to keep up with the pace of his own euphoria. He could tell you were close, too, from the way tears streamed down your cheeks and how you suctioned around him, pulling him deeper, pleading with him for more.
âLove beinâ my favourite little cum dump â so well-behaved, just for me.â
Nothing could be truer as you felt him thrusting into you at a speed that suggested anger.Â
âNever be good for anything except taking my cock like a good slut.â
Your tongue lolled out from the corner of your mouth, drool dripping onto the sheets as Phillip allowed you your silence, especially considering how youâd earned it. Your obedience, your willingness to take everything he gave you. You scratched just the right part of Gravesâ ego that had sustained him for this long.
His eyes glinted as he looked down at you.
âAinât that right, Doll.â
Gaz
Gazâs change in personality, admittedly, frightened you. Especially as he stood over you now, having bound your hands together tied them over your head to the bed frame.
Youâd tried encouraging him to just touch you already, to take you now as you were bound and helpless. Hell, youâd even ground yourself against his boot, working yourself up into a frenzy all in an effort to make him crack.
He didnât.
âOh no,â he said, wagging a finger at you. âYou donât get my dick yet.â
Already having used his belt to immobilise you, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs along with his boxers. Half-hard and beading at the tip, he eyed you, a cruel smile at his lips.
âIâm gonna fuck your face so hard,â he continued, taking you by the hair and forcing your lips to his pulsing member, watching your eyes widen. âThat youâll be eating through a tube for the rest of the week.â
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âââ æäžæ·±ç©ș APHRODITE MADE ME!!
a mini-series of aphrodisiac-centric fics for our lnds boys bc how else do we celebrate kinktober if not under the influence? here you'll find fics that contain: sex pollen, heat-sex, and not one but two instances of sex-drug induced coitus -- don't say i didn't warn you now!
âââ TAG YOU'RE IT .á.á
pls comment below if you'd like to be tagged in one or all of these fics! cw and specifics below the cut. pls do have an age indicator on ur blog somewhere if ur asking to be tagged! your my mileage may vary in getting these fics out though, bc the muse is sporadic at best and nonexistent at worse, but i'll eventually have all these written... for sure! also, these summaries/tags might change slightly as i actually start to write the fics to better fit the content, but the broad storkes (ha! get it) won't change :) and without further ado -- here we go!
âââ é»æ·± ZAYNE
doctor, doctor!
he's not one known for overindulgence, so when he comes home from the hospital one day with flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes, you're understandably wary of his claim that he's just fine. but a few more minutes of probing reveals that he'd signed up to test a developing cure for a new strand of black-market aphrodisiacs on himself â well, you think, you might be just the person to nurse him back to health.
cw: knowing use of sex drugs, needy!zayn, internal creampies, handjobs, oral (fem receiving), face-riding, missionary
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RAFAYEL
so it's that time of year again, except this year on ebb day, he's acting stranger than ever, begging you to touch him, to stay close â it isn't till he'd panting beneath you that he finally tells you the truth, that a lemurian in love reacts to ebb day differently. how differently? well, you're about to find out.
cw: heat!sex, premature ejaculation, power bottom!raf, switch!reader, cowgirl, oral (male receiving), abo-adjacent dynamics
âââ æČæć XAVIER
it's not often that you come home to find xavier sprawled out on the bed, moaning your name, fucking his fist to the thought of you, but when you do, you can't help but wonder â what brought this on? turns out a lumiere fangirl handed him a box of chocolates and he didn't think twice about eating them. so, what better punishment is there than to let him look but not touch?
cw: unknowing use of sex drugs, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, dom!reader, sub!xavier, orgasm denial, footjobs, bit of aftercare
âââ ç§Šćœ» SYLUS
when the twins drag sylus back, squawking about how he nearly got shot, you're more than a little worried. but it quickly becomes apparent that what sylus got shot with wasn't just any normal bullet, and it won't be fatal. but, it is going to be a long, long night, and being the caring captive that you are, what to do but to dress his wounds and help him work through whatever it is that he needs working through?
cw: sex pollen, dom!sylus, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, rough sex, doggy style, creampies, backshot, hair-pulling, biting
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