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Ermmm. Speaking from my current experience. How would jjk boys (gojo geto nanami toji and choso) react to after a *session* finding out reader didn’t finish bc they hear her trying to use her toys to get off.

Lmao my bf is mad and went to sleep but I’m like … there could be more done 😆

JJK Men: You Didn’t Finish? Let Me Help You.

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, FAB!Reader

Warnings: smut, sex toys, language, dirty talk, smutty smut!

Word Count: 7,477

A/N: This literally took a life of its own! Love it! It was super fun!! Thank you Nonnie!! (hope you BF wasn't that mad, but really there could have been lots more fun to be had! But I feel like we've all been there!) 💚

Gojo Satoru:

You loved it when Gojo came home after a long mission. He was usually feral, throwing open the door, all but tackling you as he went to unbutton your pants. When he came home like this, he needed to fuck in the nastiest of ways. Not that you’d complain you were usually as pent up as he was.

This time, well, Gojo was even more pent-up than usual. He caught you in the laundry room, bending you over the dryer. He slid your leggings and panties down before sliding his cock over your pussy, teasing your entrance, rubbing his tip against your clit.

All you needed was a few kisses on your neck his deep voice in your ear, and you were wet and ready for him. He fucked you fast, deep, and hard. It felt so good, his cock slamming into your g-spot, as the vibrations from the running dry stimulated your clit. This was new and exciting. To be wanted this bad, for him to fuck you right where he found you, you loved it!

Your boyfriend loved it just as much as you because his cock throbbed hard inside of you right when you were beginning the climb toward your release. You felt his cum spurting inside of you as he whined, his pace slowing down, slowly fucked his cum inside of you. Satoru groaned slowly, pulling out of you, spreading your cheeks, watching his cum leaking out of your pretty cunt.

“Fuuuck, I needed that.” You were panting, gripping the sides of the dryer, waiting for him to do something, anything to make you cum. “Mmm.” To your utter disappointment, Satoru smacked your ass and started walking out. “I'm going to shower; when I'm done, let's order dinner. I'm beat.”

For a moment, you thought he was fucking with you. That he just wanted you to complain about not cumming, to beg for it. But looking over your shoulder at him, you saw how tired he was. He had pulled his blindfold down, pooling around his neck, allowing you to see the dark circles under his eyes. The exhaustion on his face wasn't from sex. It was from the mission.

How could you bother him to help get you off? You were fully capable of taking care of yourself. You just grinned, pulling your leggings off and tossing them into the washer. “I like the sound of that. Go ahead and wash up; I need to finish this.” And yourself. “Then we’ll order food.” Without any questions, Gojo stripped out of his clothes, tossing it in with yours.

“Sounds like we got ourselves a stay-in date.” Your boyfriend's lips pressed firmly against your cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Toru.”

The second you heard him head into the bathroom, shutting the door, you hurried. He took about a five to ten-minute shower. So that gave you more than enough time to cum. Opening the nightstand drawer, you pulled out your wand vibrator before lying in bed, your eyes darting toward the bathroom door.

Wasting no time, you pressed the wand over your clit, turning it on its highest setting. Your hips jerked forward as a whine passed through your lips. Fuck you were still worked up, pussy clenching, thinking about how Satoru fucked you just minutes before. That was the perfect thought to lose yourself in as your clit was twitching under the pleasant vibrations.

God, if he weren’t so tired, you would have begged him for more. You take you on the dryer, the floor, fuck even the wall. You missed him; god, you missed the soft tufts of his white hair, the smell of fresh sheets and musk. The need to have him bullying his cock inside of you was so strong it had you dipping your hands between your legs. Fingers pushing through your tight entrance, attempting to make you feel as good as Satoru did.

They were nothing compared to Satoru. His fingers reached places you never could. While it wasn’t what you wanted right now, that being your boyfriend's fat cock, it would suffice. You cried out softly as you curled your fingers up, just barely grazing your g-spot.

“Mmnh fuck, oooh fuck.” You could feel yourself climbing towards your orgasm. “T-Toru, yes, yes~.”

Just when you were about to cum, the door to the bathroom flung open. Satoru stood there, leaning against the door frame as you threw your vibrator to the side of the bed. What you failed to do was take your fingers out of your cunt just as fast.

“S-Satoru!”

He took in your form, shaking his head with a sigh. “Most people would wait for the shower to start running before they start masturbating, right after their boyfriend fucked them.” He strode forward, his throbbing dick standing at attention. “But my sweet, not so innocent girl. She starts fucking herself when I’m in the other room.” He walked around the bed, picking up your still buzzing vibrator. “Was one time not enough for you?” Gojo got on the bed, cerulean eyes burning with furious lust.

“I-I well,” words evaded you, “I uhm—“

“Tsk,” he crawled on top of you, pressing the vibrator against your clit. You arched your back off the bed, whimpering. “Such a little slut, trying to make yourself cum right after I fucked you. Well, go on, do it, little slut.”Satoru pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. “Cum again, then maybe I’ll make you cum a third, fourth, maybe even a fifth time. Seeing that you want to cum so bad after I just made you.”

You tried pulling away, but Satoru grabbed your hip with his free hand, holding you in place. “I-I didn’t!”

“Oh, don’t try to lie to me; I caught you red-handed.” The hand you had been fingering yourself with was snatched. “Look at that, still wet and slick with both our cum.” Your boyfriend took your cum slick fingers in his mouth, sucking on them while his eyes burned holes into your skin.

“Y-Your cum.” Satoru stopped sucking, glancing down at your flushed face. “I-I didn’t finish.”

From the expression on his face, your poor boyfriend went through the five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. His mouth opened and shut like a fish before he pulled the vibrator away.

“You didn’t cum?!” You shook your head. “Why didn’t you say something?!” Being questioned like this, right after he caught you beating off, wasn’t the conversation you wanted to have. Groaning softly, you sat up, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re exhausted, and I didn’t want to bother you with something I can handle alone.”

“You seriously think me getting you off is a bother?” He touched your shoulders, shoving you back against the bed. “Sweetheart, I get off on making you cum.”

“T-Toru, I-I can do it. You should re-A-Ahh!” Satoru’s cock is pushing it’s way forcefully inside your cunt. “Oooh, of fuck!”

His lips slammed against yours as he pushed the vibrator back against your throbbing clit. “Baby~ you feel so good~ fuck, your pussy is so fuckin’ tight. Ah~! Ah~ fuck~ does that feel good baby?” Stars, you saw stars as he pulled out, stopping just before the tip slipped out before he slammed back into you harder.

“Oh, my fuck!!” You cried out as he repeated his pace, fucking you, pressing the vibrator firmly against you. “O-Oh god, feels s-so good when you slide inside!”

Satoru chuckled with a groan. “Oh, I know it does~” His hot breath fanned over your lips, “I felt that tight cunt clamp down each time I thrust.” You dug your nails into his shoulders.

God, the smell of him washes over you as he kisses and sucks on your neck. Teeth grazing the overly sensitive skin as you wrap your leg around him, pushing him deeper inside of your aching pussy. You were losing control over yourself, and Satoru wasn’t doing any better. His cock was already throbbing; his eyes screwed tight as he pushed himself further into the mattress, deeper inside of you.

Hearing you scream, feeling the vibrations while he fucked you, your soaking walls that were eagerly milking him, had him feeling like he was eighteen again. Satoru never got over how good your gummy walls felt. How you pussy didn’t want him to leave, how it tried to pull him back in. Having sex with you was something that constantly changed and grew into something more. Something more profound.

“Gah—! Fuck!” Satoru cried out against your kiss-swollen lips. “You’re so close, you’re twitching.” Your blubbering whines confirmed what he knew. “That’s right, cum for me~ cum all over this fat fucking cock.”

“C-cumming ah~ ah~ Satoru!!” With his hips angled, hitting your sweet spot with every brutal thrust, you clamped down on him. But it was the sweet buzzing of your vibrator in time with his harsh pace that had you gushing.

Satoru watched the stream of clear liquid squirt out of you. Coating the v-line and happy tail of his crotch, soaking the bed underneath you. Who wouldn’t have been cumming with you after that sight? Satoru stilled, hands digging harshly into your hips, holding you still as his cum filled you. He stayed like that for a long moment. Buried deep inside of you before he collapsed, groaning against your collarbone.

You gently scratched his scalp with your nails, breathing heavily as you came down from your high. “Fuck, I needed that so bad, thank you.” You watched as Satoru lazily lifted his head, hazy eyes watching you.

“Mm, anythin’ for you.”

The two of you drifted to sleep like that. Any thoughts revolving around showering or dinner were placed on the back burner. The most important thing was that you were finally together again.

Geto Suguru:

“Ah~ nngh, good~ feels good~” You cried out softly as Suguru lazily fucked you. “K-Keep going~”

The bed gently groaned under Suguru’s sleepy thrusts. His arms were wrapped around you, large hands grabbing your breasts. They massaged the soft flesh, groping them, teasing your nipples as he licked and kissed the side of your neck. Mornings where he woke up after having the nastiest dream sex with you, were his favorite kind of sexy mornings.

The morning when you both were stirring, only focusing on the raw instinctual need to cum. These were the times when he didn’t need to focus on the pace or the dirty words he would whisper in your ear. All the two of you could focus on was the sweet pleasure and warmth of each other's bodies.

Suguru cried out against your skin, his cock throbbing deep inside of you. The things you were doing to him in his dream, sucking his cock, riding his face, letting him fuck you on a towel on a faraway beach, it was so good. Too good. When he first slid inside of you, he was dangerously close to the edge. His sexy dream had nearly become a wet dream before he woke up. So it came as no surprise to him that he just needed to feel you, the real you, to reach that sweet climax.

You listened as he huffed and grunted, his hips moving just a bit faster as you felt the warmth of his cum filling you. His load was thick, seeping out of you, sliding down the length of his cock, pooling at the base. Feeling him fill you up this good at six thirty in the morning was the equivalent of a hot shower or a good workout at the gym. You were ready for round two.

Suguru, however, was ready to drift back to sleep. His breathing went from shallow, uneven gasps to deeper and calmer breaths. This wasn’t happening, right? There was no way your husband just lazily fucked you as a form of foreplay just to fall asleep. Your worst fears became a reality as he snored softly into the crook of your neck.

Your pussy clenched in sorrow as his cock remained buried inside of you. If he were anyone else, you would have woken him up, urging him to finish what he had started. Unfortunately for you, Geto Suguru was a deep sleeper. The only thing that would wake him up was either a blood-curdling scream from you or an earthquake. Meaning you were on your own for now. Horny, sleepy, and desperate to cum, and drifted back to sleep in his strong arms.

Luckily, your vibrator was just an arm's length away, resting in the top drawer of your nightstand. With careful and calculated movements, you freed one arm from Suguru’s koala bear grasp and grabbed your best friend. Your clit sucking toy was your favorite toy Suguru bought for you. He knew how much you loved him going down on you, so he bought you the highest-rated toy that would at least come close to mimicking his talented lips and tongue.

The toy was great; you loved using it when your fiance was at work or on a mission. Nothing would ever be able to replace him. Right now, seeing as your husband was out of commission, this toy would have to suffice.

You slid the toy under your shorts, pressing the small opening around your clit before turning it on to the lowest setting. The pulsating hum was low but perfect enough that it had you whining. You were still incredibly turned on from your lazy sex session. Having been so close to release, you knew this setting (or two or three higher) would be all that you needed to cum, seeing as Suguru’s cock was still buried inside of you, his thick load keeping you wet enough.

Your hips jerked, walls clenching around Suguru as your hand came up, clamping firmly over your mouth with a groan. Your pussy twitched As your toes curled; it felt so good. The flutter sensation beginning to build up in your lower stomach had your blood running hot. What would make this even better was if Suguru was up, fucking you with hard and shallow thrusts. Hitting your g-spot, whispering in your ear, telling you to cum on him.

The temptation to push yourself back against him was strong. His thick, girthy cock, was perfect in every way, shape and form. The tip was pressed right against your sweet spot, making you moan louder into your hand. You didn’t want to wake him up; he always worked hard, taking good care of you—the moments when he. Getting to unwind and relax was precious to both of you.

While you were being courteous regarding the volume of your moans. Your pussy was not as well-behaved as the rest of you. She clamped, twitched, and hugged Suguru’s cock. The warm pulsing twitches had Suguru stirring, his eyes slowly opening as his cock jerked inside of you, as he felt the low buzzing sensation of the toy you were using against yourself.

His hand slowly slid over your conjoined bodies, his larger hand wrapping around yours, pressing the toy harder against your throbbing clit. “A-Ah, Sugu~” He hummed, kissing and sucking on your neck. “I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean to wake you.” In reality, you weren’t as sorry as you claimed to be.

”Mmm,” Suguru exhaled heavily through his nose, “didn't get enough?”

You shook your head, your hips full back into him, pushing his cock further inside of you. “No, baby, I didn’t cum.” Suguru’s eyebrows furrowed together as you humped his cock gently. “Just give me a few minutes, please; I’m almost there.” Your husband groaned, lifting your leg and draping it over his hip. “Sugu, what—nngh, fuck.” Your toy was tossed to the side, Suguru’s fingers replacing it.

”My princess just told me she didn’t cum.” His voice cracked as he rocked gently into you, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. “What sort of husband would I be if I made her get off alone.” Teeth dug into your neck before his tongue slid over the stinging mark. “Let me give you a hand.”

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as Suguru hit your cervix with every thrust. He was so fucking deep; you could feel every thick inch of him spreading you open. His dark eyes peered down, watching his hand working at your clit. He could hear how wet you were, the squelching sounds egging him on.

“Ah~ fuck Sugu~ you know me so well.” you tilt your head back, eyes shutting, losing yourself in the please. “Y-You always hit my g-spot, fuck!”

Your husband cooed, rubbing your clit faster. “Yeah~ you’re going to cum aren’t you~? You keep getting wetter with every thrust, baby.”

“Y-Yeah, fuck yes! Please~ please, Sugu~!”

The rich smell of Suguru’s expensive shampoo wafted over you; his hair fell over your shoulder as he pressed his lips against yours. You reached a hand up, cupping his cheek, moaning as he nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue darting out, tracing over the spot before sliding his tongue into your mouth as he fucked into you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

You didn't even have a chance to warn him that you were cumming. You just cried out into his mouth as he massaged your tongue with his own. As the rolling waves of pleasure rocked through you, Suguru’s pace faltered, becoming messy sloppily as his ball tightened. Spurts of warm cum filled your aching hole, filling you up to the brim.

“Mmm,” Suguru pulled his mouth away from yours, spit connecting your tongues, “does my needy girl feel better~?”

“Mhmm~” you hummed happily, snuggling back against him. “Felt good.”

All your husband did was wrap his arms tighter around you. He pressed a kiss against your chin before he buried his face in the crook of his neck. Out of all the places he’d seen and been, your king-sized bed, with you in his arms, was his favorite place in the world.

Nanami Kento:

Wet was a bit of an understatement. You were soaking wet when Nanami slammed you up against the door of your apartment. You both were buzzed from the bottle of wine you shared at dinner. The sweet liquid had you rubbing Nanami’s thigh, whispering obscene things in his ear, and had led to him pulling your lace panties to the side as he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You've been such a bad girl.” You groaned over, panting in pure lustful desire as you listened to his buckle being undone.

“Hurry up.” You begged, only to receive a smack on the side of your ass. “Eep!”

“You are in no place to be making any demands.” His words were slightly slurred before he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. “Teasing my cock, whispering those lewd words in my ear.”

The wine had given you liquid courage; you grabbed a handful of blonde hair, tugging it back. “Then take what you want~” The moment those words left your mouth, Nanami was fucking into you.

His thrusts were sloppy, messy, and full of pure need. The wine had him lost in the raw feeling of your tight cunt, the way your walls hugged his cock. Your pussy was so wet, warm, and tight. Nanami whimpered fucking you harder and slamming you against the door.

“Y-Yes! Oh fuck yes! Keeento~!!”

“Oh fuck love, fuck you’re s-so t-tig-gaaahk!”

The familiar sensation of cum filling you drew you out of the wildly erotic moment. Both you and Nanami were stiff. Your sweet, loving boyfriend's face flushed dark red, his eyebrows pinched in tipsy confusion.

“K-Ken? Did you just?”

“I-I—“ he honestly wasn’t sure, but he confirmed his fears as he pulled out. His cock was coated in white cum, the tip dribbling out more as it sadly softened. “F-Fuck, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

When he looked up expecting to be met with an expression of disappointment, he was instead met with your gentle smile as he put you down. “It’s okay; I was teasing you the whole way home.” While you attempted to comfort him, Nanami still felt a twinge of shame.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ken, you’re fine.” Fine was not the way he would describe the way he felt. But you were persistent. “Do you wanna lay down?”

Your boyfriend nodded, sulking towards your room with his head hanging low. “If laying down means I can forget about this whole ordeal, then yes.” He unbuttoned his shirt before lying on his back, watching you closely. “That’s never happened to me before.” A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you removed your jewelry.

”I made the Kento Nanami experience pre-mature ejaculation for the first time. I’m so honored.”

“Please don’t say it like that.”

“Right, sorry, sorry.” Nanami watched as your hips swayed as you approached his side of the bed.

“Seriously, don’t feel too bad about it. I could easily take care of myself if I wanted to. Do you need anything? Like water?” He shook his head, his eyes slowly shutting as he drifted in and out of the waves of his afterglow. “Alright, I’ll be right back.”

Just as Nanami turned to lay on his side, you reached into the sock drawer of your dresser. Hidden, there was your g-spot toy. You glanced back at the sleepy Nanami before sighing as you tip-toed into the living room, cracking the door shut.

You were still worked up, wet, and horny from the combination of wine and teasing touches on the way home. You didn’t mind that Nanami had finished first, but you couldn’t ignore the aching between your legs. You needed to take care of that ache, or you wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.

As you lay on the couch, your mind drifted to Nanami. How his large hands gripped your thigh in the car, how his ankle brushed yours at the restaurant. You whined, imagining his cock slipping inside of you as you pushed the toy into your wet pussy. His cock was so girthy and fat it stuffed you; this toy was nothing compared to him. But it would get the job done.

You twisted the end of the toy, turning the vibrations on; the sweet lazing immediately stimulated your sweet spot, making you arch. Fuck it felt good, especially when you began thrusting it in and out of your tight heat. You were so tight and needy, longing for an orgasm that would tide you over until Nanami was able to fuck the life out of you.

God, you wanted him; you wanted him so bad. The need for his cock to plunge in and out of you. To have him tugging and pulling on your hair, to choke you. The raw desire for him had your moans increasing in volume. Maybe it was the wine or the horny need that had you gasping as if your boyfriend wasn’t in the other room.

Oh, and Nanami heard. How could he not listen to you whimpering and crying out his name? The buzzing from your toy had his cock throbbing back to life. He couldn’t just let you handle this on your own. His legs, while still shaky, moved with a purpose. He flung open the bedroom door and stormed off to the living room, where the sight of you had his pace faltering.

Your legs were spread, the vibrant pink vibrator was moving in and out of you, coated in a milk substance of his cum and your slick. The same sticky substance coated the inside of your supple thighs, making you look even more erotic. Seeing you in such a vulgar scene had Nanami stripping out of his clothes.

“Fuuuck~ fuck yes~ K-Kento~!” Your head was tilted back, eyes shut as you imagined Nanami inside you. His lips and teeth dug into your skin. “Ahh fuck~!”

“You weren’t kidding when you said you could care for yourself.” The deep voice of your boyfriend was the only warning you got before the toy was yanked out of you and clattered to the floor.

Your eyes went wide as the toy was replaced with the fat girthy cock you had been imagining. “Haaah!” A breathless yelp escaped you as you met Nanami’s honey-brown eyes. “K-Kento!” He groaned, his cock slowly slipping in and out of you. “Fuck~!” He smirked, kissing your neck.

“Mhmm lover, your pussy is hugging me. Were you that desperate for my cock?” All you managed to do was cry out as you nodded. “Such a desperate girl~ but that toy is nothing compared to me, right?”

“N-No, it’s not!” You whined, gripping his shoulders as the couch creaked under his thrusts. “N-Nothing c-compared to you, Kento!”

Skin slapped against the skin, Nanami groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “Fuck~ fuck, your pussy feels so good~ it’s so wet, love, so fucking wet~” Nanami kissed and sucked onto your shoulder, biting the skin as hard as he could, drawing out a pleasurable gasp from you. “G-gonna make you cum this time.” His words were mumbled as he bit into another part of your skin. “M-make up for last time.” your toes began to curl as Nanami reached down, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“Y-You don’t have to make up for last time—“ Nanami’s cock throbbed, rubbing against your g-spot. That, in time, with his thumb on your clit had the coil tightening in your abdomen. “I-I’m close, oh god, I’m close!” Your legs began violently shaking as your pussy tightened, heat rushing through you. “K-Kento! Keeento!!”

You came hard, so incredibly hard a scream ripped through your throat as tears filled your eyes. Nanami’s cock twitched, his hips stilling as your pussy convulsed around him, drawing out a second orgasm from him as you rode the waves of yours. His hips jerked, pussy hi load intense of you, working the both of you down from your highs. It was until beads of sweat ran down his chilled ab’s that he finally came to a stop.

His breath was hot against your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his hair. He slowly pulled away, smiling ever so sweetly at you. “Fuck I needed that.” The sheer relief and exhaustion in your tone had Kento grinning, lifting you, and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Well, I hope you’re ready for more. Because I’m ready for round three.”

Toji Fushiguro:

You were minding your own business scrolling through your phone when your boyfriend came into the room. He said nothing; he only grabbed your pajama pants and yank them off. You giggled in between moans as rubbed your clit before sliding his spit-coated cock inside of you.

“Ah, ~ rough day at w-work?” You gasped out, throwing your head back against the pillows as Toji grunted in response. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby.” The words held all the truth; you did feel bad that he had a rough day. You also loved it, though. Days like these, when he came home all pent up and frustrated, were the days he fucked the breath out of you.

He got to work off pent-up frustration while you got to get fucked into the mattress. It was truly a win-win for the two of you.

”Fuck, fuck yeah,”. Toji sighed, kissing the leg that was draped over your shoulder. “I missed your fucking pussy all day.” His thick, strong fingers dug into your other leg that was wrapped over his hip. “Kept dreaming about filling it up, painting the insides white. Nnngh, you’re such a fucking good little slut for me.”

You hummed drunkenly in response, back arching as you tried to keep up with his fast-paced thrusts. “Mhmm, I’m glad I could be a good dream for you, Toji.” Cock throbbing inside of you, Toji let out a needy growl, bucking his hips faster, cock hitting every sweet spot buried deep inside of your cunt.

“Y-Yeah, you’re the best dream a guy could ever have.” Those sweet words had you reaching your hand down, rubbing your clit as he fucked you deeper, faster. “That’s it, look at my slutty little girlfriend. Making herself cum all over my cock.”

“C-Close, Toji! P-Please!”

“M-Me too~! Me too~!”

Toji sunk his teeth into the side of your leg as his thrusts lost all sense of rhythm as he began cumming inside of you, fucking himself through his orgasm. All while you tried to follow up, rubbing your clit faster, bucking your hips up against him. But as the sensations of hot cum filled you, your stomach was filled with disappointment as your orgasm evaded you. Toji grunted, resting his head against you, his eyes shut tight as he felt your walls twitch.

You reached up, stroking his head, humming as he slowly sat up. He liked fucked out of his mind as he licked at his lips. But behind that fucked out look, you could swear there was desire. A desire for more, to keep going until the two of you couldn’t breathe. A desire that you might just be able to reach that orgasm you had failed to grasp moments before.

Toji leaned down, kissing you deeply, his cock twitching deep inside of you. You were just about to wrap your legs around his hips, to pull him in deeper, to encourage him to keep fucking into you, when his phone rang. He glowered at it, sitting on the nightstand. You turned his head to focus on you instead, your hands trailing up his chest, your thumbs brushing over his nipples. But his damn phone kept ringing. Whoever was calling was desperate to get a hold of him.

Toji snarled, snatching the phone off the nightstand and answering it. “I’m in the middle of something pretty fuckin’ important. What?!” The other voice on the line sounded much like Shiu’s shot back a shout. Toji’s eyes went wide, taking in the words before he smirked. You knew that expression.

“Paid up already? Ha, awesome, cool, yeah, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“What was that about?” You asked as Toji slipped out of you. “What happened?”

Toji slipped his half-hard cock back into his pants. “Client already has money for a job I just did. Six figures, baby. They want to take me and Shiu to dinner.” Wait? Seriously, he was leaving?!

“B-But!”

“It should be fast. I’ll be back before you know it.” Toji pressed a kiss to your temple. “Then we’ll have round two.”

“But—“ You watched in despair and anger as Toji headed out of the apartment, shutting the door. “I didn’t finish.” You pouted, plopping back down on the bed.

Toji must have been out of it to have not realized that. Plus, he just left! But he was bringing home the big bucks so you couldn’t complain. There was always tonight; maybe he’d let you sit on his face as an apology once you told him. The aching pulse between your legs, however, wanted to be satisfied now. It couldn't wait for god knows how long Toji would be out.

So, without any hesitation, you reached under your bed, pulling out your container of sex toys. You pulled out your vibrating dildo and a bottle of lube before sitting up at the head of the bed. Wasting no time, you lubbed the clean toy before slowly working it into yourself with a harp inhale. It felt good, not as good as Toji, but it would get the job done.

Your pace was fast and hard; you attempted to match Toji’s. But that was humanly impossible. The man fucked like a god, nearly sending you to the afterlife with each orgasm. So you managed to do the best you could, which didn’t feel bad at all. Your pace had your eyes rolling back as you curved the toy, rubbing it against your g-spot before you turned it on.

The vibrations were strong. So strong it sent you to your own personal heaven of pleasure. You propped your legs up, spreading them wide as your thrusts increased in speed, while your free hand gripped the sheets, tugging at them gently. The pleasure was so overwhelming, so stifling, that you never heard the apartment door open. You were a moaning mess, and that’s what Toji heard as he looked around for his phone.

He’d stopped, eyes drifting towards the room as the wet squelching and buzzing sounds flooded the apartment. Following the noise, he peeked into the bedroom, finding you fucking yourself with a dildo. Your pussy was hugging it just like it had done to his dick. And you looked like you were enjoying it, but not as much as you wanted his dick.

Toji entered the room, taking full advantage of you and rolling your eyes back. He hummed, crossing his arms over his chest as he got a heater view of you pathetically trying to fuck yourself, into an orgasm. His poor, sweet girl. It would just be cruel to continue to watch.

Your eyes jolted open as a large hand swatted yours away, gripping the toy that was buried in your cunt, while the other hand pushed your legs

Further apart. “T-Toji!” You yelled out as he began fucking the toy into you with a sadistic smirk.

“Looks like you needed a hand.” His deep voice had you clenching around the toy with a whine of our need. “Me makin’ ya’ cum once wasn’t enough, huh? I was gone for five minutes. Missed me that much.” He jabbed the toy against your spot with ever-calculated thrusts.

“Oooh! Oooh fuck oh my goo-ah ah!” You screamed, your hand gripping the sheets tightened while the other tangled in black strands of hair. “Ah~! Agggh! I -I didn’t cum! I-I couldn’t w-wai-fuck! Wait for tonight!”

Toji’s pace didn’t falter, but his eyes widened for a second. “Well, ya’ should’ve said something, honey. I would have made you cum.” He learned over your leg. “I can’t fuck you, but I’ll at least make you cum for now.” He kept fucking the dildo inside of you as he knelt over you, flicking his tongue over your clit.

“Gahhhk!” You screamed as Toji chuckled over your clit with a hum. “T-Toji! T-Toji!!” You arched your back as your mouth fell open into an ‘O’ shape as your toys curled. “D-Don’t stop! P-please, don’t stop!”

Toji was nowhere close to stopping, not when you were so close. He healed his scarred lip over your throbbing clit, sucking, flicking, and nibbling at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He drew you closer and closer to the edge, and it was him rubbing your g-apt with the vibrating tip that was your undoing. You screamed out loud, bucking your hips into his face as you squirted a clear stream of liquid all over his chin.

You were crying at the intensity of the orgasm as Toji gently worked you down. He glanced over you as his tongue dared over his lips, licking your juices off with a smirk. Your body trembled and shook how you gasped madly for air. It was a sight he loved to see.

“There ya’ go.” He said, pulling the toy out and placing it on the nightstand. “I’ll be home in a little bit.” You grumbled in response, struggling to keep your eyes open as Toji pulled a blanket over your half-naked body. “Get some sleep.” He kissed your forehead, grabbing his phone off the bed. “Because you’re gonna need all the rest you can get for what I have planned for you tonight.”

Choso Kamo:

Two weeks you had been on a mission for two long weeks. Which meant you had been away from your sweet loving boyfriend and his long cock for two weeks. So, of course, the second you got home, you begged for him to fuck you. He eagerly agreed, fucking you on the floor of the entryway. The two of you hadn’t even passed there before you were ripping each other's clothes off.

“A-Ah! C-Choso!” You cried out as he slammed his fist on the wooden floor, fucking you deeper. “Ahh!” His brutal thrusts drew out a scream from you as his other hand palmed your breasts.

“Missed you, god I missed you so much.” He mumbled over your collarbone, sucking and licking your skin. “I missed you so much, babe.”

“C-Cho!”

He gritted his teeth as you clenched down on him. “Oh~ good god, I-I edged myself a-all week waiting for this.”

Hearing him say that had your stomach and pussy fluttering. It had just been a suggestion in passing. You mentioned to Choso that edging yourselves when you were separated would be fun. You, of course, had done it, working yourself to the edge before stopping your movements. You had no idea Choso would be doing the same thing.

It made your heart soar as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. God, what did you do to deserve such a sweet and sexy man in your life?! Your walls fluttered around him, and Choso shut his eyes tight at the overwhelming pleasure.

Something you failed to mention to him was that edging would make him overly sensitive. More so than usual. His nails dug into the wood, scrapping at it as you whined and whimpered into the crook of his neck. Everything was too much to handle, too much to bear. Feeling your skin against his, hearing your cries of pleasure, your scent, all of it was way too much. He had been doomed from the moment you kissed him when you got home.

Choso pulled back just enough that he was able to put into your neck as his cock throbbed, cum spilling inside of you. His sudden bite as his cum filling you had you clenching against him, so hard Choso thought you had come with him. A satisfied groan sounded from your neck as he gently bucked into you, riding out your (his orgasm).

You both lay there on the floor of the entryway, panting heavily. Choso’s teeth left your skin, and he kissed it gently before looking into your eyes. You were smiling, gently reaching out, pushing his bangs out of his face as he slowly pulled out of you. He cleared his throat, and he helped you stand, sighing as the dropping adrenaline had him feeling drowsy.

“I-I didn’t think I’d cum that fast.” He said in a timid tone as you giggled. “B-But you were right. It did feel good, like a hundred orgasms in one.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Choso nodded sleepily as he wrapped his arms around you. “Welcome home, baby.” You could feel his muscles relax as he held you in his arms. He sounded like he was exhausted from the sound of his voice.

“Glad to be back.” You whispered as the two of you headed into the bedroom. Choso collapsed onto the mattress, holding his arms out for you to join him, but you shook your head, holding up your duffle bag. “I need to unpack and shower real quick. I’ll join you in a bit.”

Choso gave you a sleepy nod before shutting his eyes. You returned his smile, heading into the bathroom and closing the door with a heavy sigh. You were still on the edge, not having reached that sweet, blissful release you’d been working yourself up to for the last couple of weeks. There was always tomorrow. Once you both slept well, you held out for two weeks; what would another eight hours do?

As you started the shower and began unpacking your toiletry bag, your thoughts were blank for the most part. Your brain was moving on autopilot mode. Put away your travel-sized bottles, your hair brush, and skincare products. It wasn’t until you reached the bottom of the bag that you snapped out of the trance you had found yourself in. At the bottom was your bullet vibrator, sealed in its velvet travel bag with the toy cleaner.

You pulled out the clean toy, eyeing it in your palm before your eyes darted towards the door. One orgasm wouldn’t hurt, would it? Choso was so tired he might be sleeping. You stared at your reflection before finally carving in. If you were quiet enough, Choso never needed to know that you hadn’t finished, then tomorrow it would be like nothing happened.

You wasted no time sliding the vibrator down between your legs. You turned it on low speed with the little remote. It buzzed to life, bouncing off the walls as you whimpered softly. The vibrations were so good and vital that you knew it wasn’t going to take very long for you to cum. You chewed on your bottom lip, losing yourself in the pleasurable sensations, unaware that Choso was standing just outside the door, staring at it in confusion.

Your sweet boyfriend fully intended to nap while waiting for you to unpack. But the moment he heard the shower start and your lovely, soft humming, he stood up. Why would he stay in bed when he would be showering with you? Feeling your smooth, silky skin under his hands as he lathered you with soap and massaged tension out of your muscles.

Naps could wait; shower sessions were more important than sleep.

So, of course, as he stood in front of the bathroom door naked, listening to the buzzy hum of a sex toy, he was confused. Like why would you be using a toy right after the two of you just made love? And why would you be doing it without him helping you out? He loved making you cum, whether it be from his tongue, finger, dick, or the use of your toys.

Choso didn’t even bother knocking on the door; he just pushed it open, finding you hunched over the counter, hand between your legs, as the silver bullet toy buzzed over your clit. Your eyes went wide, but you didn’t move your hand away from your wet sex. You couldn’t not when you were so close. Choso just walked into the bathroom, stepping to stand behind you, rubbing his throbbing cock over your entrance.

“C-Choso~”

“I can help you, ya’ know.” He said softly before gently pushing inside of you. “All you needed to do was ask.” You whimpered as his thick cck stretched you open, your knees buckling. “I wouldn’t have minded going another round.”

His hand joined yours holding the vibrating toy harder over your clit. “I-I ah! Fuck I know, I’m sorry! Y-You came, and I didn’t; you just looked so tired I didn’t want to ask you to overexert yourself.” Choso’s eyes met yours in the mirror as he began fucking into you with a groan.

“I’m never tired when it comes to you. I’m always willing to keep going until you are fully satisfied.” His cock slid in and out of you faster as his free hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it.

”I-I fuck s-so-fuckin’ good Choso!” You gasped out a shaky cry of pleasure. “Feels so good, please baby more.”

“Yeah, I feel you clenching.” His hips were grinding into you, rubbing your g-spot as he helped you rub the buzzing bullet up and down over your clit. “Are you going to cum for me? Going to squirt?”

“Y-Yes Choso! Yes, I’m so close!”

He let go of the toy at your warning. Both his hands gripped your hips, using them as leverage to pound into you at full force. He was hitting every spot you loved while your bullet buzzed. The combination of all these factors had you cumming for the first time in two weeks. You came, squirting all over the tiled floor, making your feet slip as you tried to keep a grip on the sink. Your pussy clenched so hard around Choso that he stilled inside of you, cumming even harder than he had in the entryway.

You were so grateful that Choso was holding you up by your hips. If he hadn’t been, you were positive you would have ended up on the ground, a heaping puddle of useless limbs. Choso, who you had thought was tired before, was the first to move. He kissed down your back, gently massaging your hips as you slowly came back to your senses.

“Mm, come on, babe.” He whispered against your skin, slowly helping you shuffle towards the shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we can take a nap.” As you stood under the running water with Choso massaging your shoulders, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes as he kissed your temple.

It was good to be home.

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sanguineterrain · 5 months

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Mark Grayson x reader where reader is smitten as hell and just loves giving him a kiss wherever on his face when they get a chance to bc that boy deserves it and deserves nice things- < / 3

short but sweet! this was a lovely prompt - he IS the goodest boy and he DOES deserve nice things. need to chew him like a dog toy, frankly.

mark grayson x gn!reader. fluff, established relationship, physical affection, mark getting loved on the way god intended!!!!!

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Out of the corner of your eye, you see blue and yellow. Your window latch creaks, and you stand.

The sound elicits a Pavlovian response in you. Ever since you and Mark started dating, he's taken to landing on your roof and climbing through your window instead of going through the hassle of using the door. And as soon as you hear the latch, you're up, body already thrumming with anticipation at seeing your boyfriend.

Sure enough, Mark's crouched outside your window, purposely being slow in his movements so as not to startle you. He pushes your window open.

His hair is fluffy from the wind. He pulls his goggles up over his hair, making it stick up at odd angles. The sight overwhelms you, and you can't wait past him climbing inside.

You're on him as soon as Mark steps inside, cutting off his "hey, baby" with a solid kiss.

"Mmph!" he exclaims as you grab his face and first kiss his mouth, putting your all into it.

His hands land on your waist after several dazed seconds, and he's pliant as you wrap your arms around him and scratch the baby hairs at the nape of his neck.

You pull back for a hot second, just long enough to see how Mark's eyes have glazed over. He often gets like that when you pet and touch him. You suspect it's because he's not used to it, all this physical affection.

You immediately go back in with more kisses, peppering them all over his face. Mark lets you back him against the wall, and you kiss his cheeks, his eyelids, his chin, and his forehead.

"Wha'... what's this for?" he asks after a minute, puppy-eyed as you lavish him with attention.

"'Cause I wanna love on you," you say. "Missed you."

"I was only gone a day."

You hug him hard because you can, because he can take it. Mark squeezes you back gently, practically glowing from the affection.

"Just get really happy when I see you," you say, unable to fit your elation into words. 'Happy' is an understatement of what you're feeling. But Mark seems to understand.

He laughs quietly. "I really missed you too. You're always so sweet to me."

"Because you deserve sweetness," you say, and kiss him on the lips again. "You get all the sweetness in the world, Mark."

He swallows, opening and closing his mouth like you've overwhelmed him. You nip at his jawbone to let him know that it's okay. That he doesn't have to muster up a reply.

"Can we, uh..." Mark clears his throat. "Can we just... cuddle for a while? Is that okay?"

You beam. "Of course it is. I'll always curl up with you, babylove."

The name makes Mark shy. He chews the inside of his cheek and smiles, looking at you.

"'Kay. Be right back."

You get comfortable in bed as Mark takes the sweats he left in your drawer last night and changes, taking less than five seconds to do so. He crawls into bed, limbs heavy with exhaustion and your onslaught of affection.

You lie there and let Mark pick a position. He settles on throwing a leg over you and hugging you with his whole body, head tucked under your chin. You turn into him, hand returning to scratch his scalp.

"Thank you for loving on me. And taking care of me," he says, breathing evening out.

"No thanks necessary," you say, kissing his hair. "'S what I'm here for."

#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #invincible x you #mark grayson x you #invincible fanfiction #invincible imagine #mark grayson fluff #mark grayson imagine #invincible x yn #mark grayson x yn #inbox #blurb

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skyeslittlecorner · 7 months

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can i request how the kings (+ maybe bael bc i heart him) with a mc that gets turned into a kid somehow and they're like surprisingly shy compared to how they are normally as an adult?

Overworked men are hot, especially when we can give them a break. 🙏 I'm so glad you chose Bael, I haven't written for him for some time. Let's give him a break from those documents.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan will pick you up and kick anyone who tries to get close. Especially since you're so adorably shy and flinch at every loud noise. He will make an exception for you and stay in the palace, sending all the other nobles to the front. Even Sitri. Playing with him will definitely not be safe, but it will certainly be much more interesting than anything you experienced as a child.

If Satan picks you up, Mammon won't let you touch the floor at all. You are so petite and cute! The way you cling to his chest and hide your face when others try to talk to you melts his heart. Rent a huge playground just for you so that no one will disturb you. Unfortunately, he won't go on the slide with you because he's *a bit* too big... but he will support you on the monkey bars, climbing nets and ladders.

Beelzebub takes you on the trip of a lifetime. Little one, have you ever been to Disneyland? No? You'll be there soon! Bael attached a baby harness to you and fastened a leash around Beel's wrist so he wouldn't get lost (yes, he). These fears were in vain, because once you clung to him, you didn't want to let go. You went after closing time so you wouldn't get scared by crowds. Somehow, all the devices started working whenever you wanted to play with them. Roller coasters and scary houses are out of the question, but you rode on a unicorn carousel for half the night

Leviathan didn't seem to change at all, but as soon as Barbaos startled you with his enthusiasm, he hanged him higher than usual. No one has the right to touch you, preferably not even look at you. He doesn't have any toys he can to give you, but he will send his nobles to buy some. He will smile much more and speak much softer than usual. This guy is like a father for a whole country, he definitely has a soft spot for children.

Bael is the only one who will wonder what happened, how, why, and how to undo it. You won't give him much time to think when you hide behind him from the servants who start cooing at you. He will send them away and take you to the office. All the toys they have in the palace are for adults... but he has an idea. Have you ever made origami? It's the first time he'll spend a whole day in the office working on papers, and he'll be able to say he had very good time.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #skye's little talk #whb bael

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fairyhaos · 8 months

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seventeen and babysitting kids

ib the return of superman w svt bc i watched all the eps w jeonghao + junshua recently and it made me soft :((

masterlist

seungcheol:

better with kids than some of the others, but cautious. has the experience to take care of the child, but he's worried about coming off as too mean or harsh bc he's used to dealing with grown men with the mannerisms of children instead of actual children n he's too afraid of making the children cry if he's too strict w them. is very Parent when it comes to looking after the child, like, literally acts like their mom and makes them eat their vegetables and fusses over them when they spill something and makes sure they go to bed on time. the efficient person when it comes to looking after children

jeonghan:

he's so sweet. maybe a little too sweet bc as soon as the child is making the slightest whining noises he's dropping everything and doing aegyo or getting out all the toys or offering snacks bc god forbid a child starts crying in his care :((( good at being all gentle wheedler when he's exhausted out of his mind tho but he's just so weak that he doesn't do it often. lets them stay up half an hour past their bedtime. plays hide and seek with them a total of twelve times in a row. he's exhausted by the end of it, but the parents are smiling and the child is telling them how much they adore jeonghan and really that makes it all worth it for him

joshua:

the adorable uncle!! spends fifteen whole minutes explaining his name to the child, before giving up and telling them to call him jisoo. which leads to even more confusion bc he has two names???? what???? very excitable, but also clueless. he's an only child, what can he say? lets the kid get away with most things. when he inevitably exhausts himself two hours in by going way too hard while playing chase, he speaks in a cutesy tone and tries to convince the child to play some more sitting down activities. it always works, and honestly even tho he's terrible at puzzles it's better than going thru fitness training for five hrs straight

junhui:

eagerly participates in the child's made up games! pretends he's a superhero spy with them, pretends he's a magic prince(ess) with them, pretends they're pirates and encounter a ginormous sea monster with them. forgets to feed the child dinner because they're too busy playing, and so he lets them eat a whole hour after their bed time and because they're so late it takes ages to wash up and tuck the child into bed and eventually, the kid is only just going to sleep and it's three am and the parents are pulling up to the front of the house. but it's okay, because the child had fun and junhui had fun too

hoshi:

loves it the most when the children pretend they're animals. or if they have animal toys. managed to get into a fight with one of the kids once bc they wanted to be a tiger and soonyoung insisted that only he could be a tiger. almost made the child cry before eventually agreeing that they could both be tigers. gets hungry really quickly, so he ends up eating half of the child's dinner, then gives them loads of junk food to compensate for it. bad idea though, because now he has a child that's bouncing off the walls and it takes him hours to convince them to Not try and be spiderman and climb the walls and to Please get into bed because your parents are going to be home any minute and they are going to Obliterate me if you're still up

wonwoo:

he's chill. acts like a ghost that's simply observing the child's movements. only speaks when they start doing something they shouldn't or when it's time for dinner or when they should go up and get ready for bed. sometimes plays with the child if they ask him really nicely, but most of the time he's zoned out and staring at the wall, letting the child do whatever they want (so long as it's within the rules that he's been given)

jihoon:

awkward with children. doesn't know what to do. introduces himself and then holds out his hand for the child to shake. sits on the couch like he's ready to bolt any second. ends up putting the tv on for the child so that the silence in the room isn't too deafening. definitely warms up more as the night goes on, and ends up engaging in conversation with the child about how their life is at school. he forgets the names of all the children that the kid mentions though so he has no idea who has drama with who and how they're all connected but he nods and frowns and gasps in what he hopes are all the right places

minghao:

he loves children. so eager to play with them, encourages them to introduce all their toys to him and their histories and their relationships. shows them his cool hand tricks, has them gaping at him in awe for several minutes after. he's very shy, surprisingly, so desperately wanting to be all hyper and loud with the child but worried it will come off as too excitable. tries to teach the child better habits, too, talking to them about handling emotions and how emotional manipulation w tears will Not work on him, nice try. makes sure they eat their greens, and helps them brush their teeth as they get ready for bed. reads them a book and does one last finger trick before patting them on the head goodnight <;3

mingyu:

dramatic. big baby. literally acts like a child too. by the end of the evening, he's made a new friend and has pinky promised thrice that he'll come over some time for a proper play date with them. lets the child do whatever they want, with him and just in general. doesn't force the child to eat their greens bc honestly he finds those yuck too, and lets them go to bed later bc they gave him the most adorable puppy eyes and he's weak for that. reads them like five bedtime stories, acts out two of them, and would have definitely sung a song as well if he hadn't gotten a text saying the parents were coming home. rated 10/10 by all the children he's looked after

dokyeom:

the sweetest :(((( literally the most adorable with kids. treats them as if they're his younger siblings. is unintentionally doing aegyo the entire time he's with them bc he's just being influenced by so much cuteness all around him that he does it too. lets the child play with his hair, his clothes, his fingers. does the child's hair for them when they ask, and throws them into the air so many times that the child is almost sick all over him. plays hide and seek several times, two of which he was the one hiding from the child. almost forgets to put the child to bed, but then tucks them in really nicely and sings to them so sweetly. can't leave the room until the child falls asleep tho bc they insisted on grabbing onto his fingers and won't let go bc they're afraid he'll go away :((

seungkwan:

very fussy over children. dotes on them like he's a rich musty aunt, pinching their cheeks and calling them adorable every five seconds. participates in their made up games, but is hit with reality minimum three times every game bc even though he loves pretending he's a princess dressed in a pink and purple dress, it does feel weird when reality slaps you across the face. very good at Following the Schedule, and becomes almost sergeant-like while the child is brushing their teeth, standing over them and measuring the time to make sure they're doing it correctly. kisses the child on the forehead goodnight, giving their cheeks one last squeeze before tucking them in for the night

hansol:

kinda just there to have food. he's good with children tho, paying the right amount of attention to them and making all the exaggerated facial expressions that they adore. finds kids rlly adorable, but also just kinda sits there n munches on snacks half the time. asks the child how much english they know, quizzes them on the numbers from 1 to 100. all in all he's pretty good with children, feeding them on time and getting them to bed on time. ends up being so good that they fall asleep a long while before the parents come home, so he's just kinda sitting on the couch n staring at the wall for a while

chan:

literally acts like a child too (2). great with kids and matches their energy immaculately. isn't really into dressing up or chasing, but he's great at made up games and board games. once spent the entire evening playing snakes and ladders, bc it was a tense match okay and he was sure the child had to be cheating bc how were they always ahead of him?? makes sure they eat their food properly + very good at convincing them their veggies taste delicious. watches the child jump on their bed for a solid ten minutes, despite having been given express instructions to Not let the child jump on the bed, but really, how can he say no when theyre so adorable?

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sturniolos-blog · 7 months

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So here is my request for dad matt so you have two kids obviously and it's been hard trying to get 'alone time' and when they finally do the baby wakes up and it's a disaster but at the end it works out and they have their 'alone time'

P.S. love ya💙😇☠️

Alone time - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - smut, cute, swearing, kissing, fluff, interruptions

smut summary: p in v, (unprotected with bc), praising, fingering

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1:47pm

I walk in the house from grocery shopping, holding bags of food.

My two year old looks up at me with toys in his hands, “Mama!” He yells, dropping the toys and running up to me.

I laugh, “Wait, baby, wait.” I struggle with the grocery bags, bringing them into the kitchen.

Mailo tugs on my shirt. Getting impatient as he lets out whines.

“Mailo, baby, wait!” I raise my voice.

Mailo then starts crying as he holds his arms up, wanting to be held.

I try to put some groceries away but with Mailo still tugging on my shirt and letting out whines it was impossible.

I lean down and pick up Mailo, “Can you chill out?” I whisper before Matt comes out with Estrella in his arms, she had tears running down her cheek as she sniffled.

“Oh, baby, what happened?” I asked as Mailo rested his head in the crook of my neck.

“She doesn’t feel good, she threw up.” Matt says, kissing Ella’s forehead as she had her arms wrapped around his neck.

I nod, “Okay, i can call the doctors office and make an appointment for tomorrow.” I walk up to Ella as her eyes were red and teary, i felt her forehead, she was burning.

“Aw, baby.” I mumble. Matt gives me a sad smile.

She perks her head up and puts her arms out to me, “Mommy,” She whines.

I try to put Mailo down but he starts crying and tugging on my clothes once again.

“Mailo stop!” I yell.

He cries, “Pick me up!” He grabs me.

Ella starts whining, “Mommy!”

“Okay, Mailo come on. I think you need a nap, buddy.” Matt says as i take Ella in my arms.

Mailo throws a tantrum, “No! Daddy no!” Mailo yells as Matt grabs him and picks him up.

Ella holds onto me tightly as she sniffles.

“Okay, calm down baby. I’m here..” I whisper, kissing her forehead.

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2:34pm

Matt walks downstairs as im washing dishes, he comes behind me and kisses my neck, his arms around my waist. “They’re asleep..” He whispers against my ear.

I laugh, “We’ll see how long this lasts..” I say as i finish washing the dishes, drying my hands.

Matt chuckles and spins me around, pressing my back against the sink as he takes the towel from my hands, putting it on the counter as he leans down and kisses me.

I smile into the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck, he presses into me making me let out a soft sigh into the kiss.

His lips leave my lips to trail to my jaw, then down to my neck, sucking softly as i run my fingers through his hair.

Matt pulls away to look at me, smirking slightly. “We should-”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Mailo yells from upstairs.

Matt lets out a huff, his head dropping into the crook of my neck.

I kiss his head, “I know, Matt..” I sigh.

“Daddy!” Mailo yells again.

Matt picks his head up and starts to walk away, “Coming, bud!”

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9:47pm

I walk out of the bathroom and let out a long tired sigh.

Matt puts his phone down and puts his arms out for me.

I comply, climbing on the bed and crawling in between his legs, laying down on his chest.

Matt kisses my head and rubs my back.

“Tired?” He mumbles against the top of my head.

“Mmm..” I hum in response, nodding against his chest.

“Let me take care of you..” Matt whispers, his hands trailing to my waist.

I smile, “Matt-”

He cuts me off, “Please?” He pleads.

I sigh and nod.

He chuckles and kisses my head, flipping us over so he’s on top.

He kisses down my neck as he rests in between my legs.

He pulls my shirt up to reveal my breasts since i wasn’t wearing a bra as i was gonna go to sleep.

My nipples were already hard from the temperature change, he smirks and kisses my left breast, sucking on my nipple slightly as i arch into his mouth.

His right hand fondles my other breast as my hands go to his hair.

His hands then move down to my pants, pulling my shorts down along with my underwear with complete ease.

He reveals my pool of arousal. He chuckle, “Aw, baby..” He mumbles.

He rises back up on top of me, kissing my lips as his fingers circle around my clit, i moan into his mouth as i buck my hips up.

He hums, sticking his tongue into my mouth, swirling around as he sticks a finger easily in me.

I pull away from the kiss to let out a moan.

“Matt..” I hiss, rolling my hips against his hand.

“Shh.. don’t wanna get interrupted again, right baby?” He hushes me, adding another finger as i bite my lip.

I shake my head, he chuckles and kisses my cheek.

He then pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me empty, i let out a whine.

“I know, n/n. I know, wait.” He says, now he was fumbling with his sweatpants, desperate as his hard on begs to be released.

He pulls down his sweatpants and reveals his erection. I squeeze my legs together at the sight, begging for some relief.

He spreads my legs apart again and gets ready in between me, him rubbing his fingers up and down my slit again and rubbing his own cock in it.

He then pushes in me slowly, his mouth dropping slightly.

He gives me a minute to adjust since we haven’t had sex in a while, but he then slowly starts thrusting in.

I let out a couple moans, trying to suppress them.

“So, so good. Fuck, y/n.. i’m already gonna cum, so pent up, all these weeks, not fucking you.” He speeds up, clapping sounds filling the room along with Matt’s groans and my whimpers.

I clench around him, “Matt, i’m cumming!” I warn, still trying to be quiet.

“Fuck, baby, me too. G-god, holy, fuck.” He groans before finishing in me, coating my walls with his cum as he continues to thrust in a couple more times before pulling out, watching his cum drop out of me.

He smiles before leaning down and kissing me, “Good job, baby.. let’s get you cleaned up.” He mumbles against my lips.

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the smut was messy and rushed and this like whole fic was like bad personally and sorta short but i hope you guys enjoyed it!

taglist: @sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03 @hearts4chriss @vinniehackerslefttoe @christhopersturniolo

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #spotify #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you

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deuce-t-agere · 7 days

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X-Men: Evolution CG Storm and Regressor Wolverine headcanons

When Logan comes back from a solo mission he always tries not to let himself regress because he worries the kids will see, he likes to keep his regression as private as possible and doesn’t want to lose the kids’ respect

Ororo will meet him after missions to see how he is doing, if he’s trying not to regress, she’ll use subtle language to help him slip into headspace and then walk with him back to one of their rooms for some baby time, if he’ll let her

Ororo will whisper ask Logan if he went potty before they leave because he might have an accident if he slips

Ororo tries to convince Logan to where a pull-up when they go out while he’s between headspaces, Logan begrudgingly agrees most of the time because it’s slightly less embarrassing than an accident

Kitty saw Ororo leave Logan’s room early one morning after she spent the night helping him regress, a rumor started about them dating that same day, they were extra careful for a while bc they didn’t want anyone accidentally finding out while trying catch them doing coupley things

Logan doesn’t like to eat his veggies, but he always wants whatever Ororo is eating, so Ororo has a system. O: “Do you want any veggies, Little One?” L: “No!” O: “Okay.” *Gives herself extra vegetables* L: “Mama, I have some, please?” Much easier than arguing about how he needs to eat his vegetables

Ororo has to carry a bag with her everywhere they go, not just for Logan’s baby stuff like changing supplies, sippy cup, etc, but to hold all the rocks and sticks he gives her while they’re outside

Logan has “mastered” secretly regressing, sitting silently at the breakfast table, pretending to read a news paper while playing Blue’s Clues songs in him head, most of the kids already try not to bother his so early in the morning so might as well take advantage of it if he slips

Ororo keeps little snacks and small toys on her for when Logan slips, so she can make sure he eats and give him something to do subtly until they can get somewhere safe and/or private for him to properly regress

Lots of nature walks while the kids are at school and they don’t have any x-men business to take care of

Logan love to run around the ground and climb trees

Ororo watches him play and sometimes will indulge him in making it rain so he can play in the mud and stomp in puddles

Logan and Ororo will snuggle and watch movies in the common areas sometime while the kids are at school. They don’t do it often because sometimes the kids are still in and out of the house through out the day anyway

The only other people who know are Charles and Hank. They’ve had close calls with Jean and have suspected that maybe she knows but hasn’t said anything

#agere #age regression #fandom agere #marvel agere #x men evolution agere #x men agere #regressor wolverine #regressor logan howlett #regressor james howlett #caregiver storm #caregiver ororo munroe

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sugar-omi · 1 year

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I thought today's post would be pretty short n it turned out long.. just like yesterday.... I am so feral

DAY SIX — CROSS DRESSING

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, gn + dom reader, reader is a streamer, you use a dildo & flesh light on cove, sorry you don't get to fuck him today. TMRW THO!!! be excited bc ik i am...

synopsis : cove tries on a skirt because of what you said on stream. you both like way more than you thought you would.

"i can't believe you went behind my back for something like this…"

cove squirms in your lap, embarrassed with all the attention on him. "i just.. i wanted to surprise you…"

you take his face in your hands, making him look at you. fuck he's so cute with those wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"i'm very surprised.. i can't even remember when i said that on stream, yet here you are.." you trail your hand up his thigh. "in a skirt. just because i said i'd like it."

cove flushes and leans in to steal a kiss.

you indulge him, letting him lose himself in your lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth and enjoying how he moans lowly.

you slip your hand further up his thigh until you're edging the seam of his boxers, climbing up until your reach his bulge.

he gasps, breaking the kiss. "ah- what are you- oh fuck!"

you grin at his range of emotions in such a short time, pulling out his cock to give it well deserved attention.

"you look so pretty…" you praise, mesmerized with how good your boyfriends dick looks while in a skirt.

cove looks down, his fingers tightly holding onto your shoulders while you stroke his cock.

"don't you think so, covey? ah, you're getting it messy already.." you pout, his pre getting on the underside of the skirt.

you hum and usher your boyfriend off your lap and onto the bed.

"what.. what are you doing?" cove asks, anxious about what you're going to produce from your shared toy box.

you come back with your winnings, dropping them on the bed.

"you don't mind if i play with you a bit, right baby?"

cove swallows, shaking his head.

"good. let's start with this first…" you grab the lube and a condom, spreading the liquid over your fingers before lining it up with your boyfriends hole.

cove groans, fisting the sheets.

you curl your digits against his walls, eliciting a loud moan. you must've hit a good spot.

you slowly spread him open with your fingers, purposefully curling them against his gummy walls.

cove is shaking, his toes curling and he starts grinding back. "i'm gonna.."

you pull your fingers out, your boyfriend whining at the loss. "don't worry, i'm about to give you something better.."

cove watches, swallowing, as you prepare the dildo.

it's his favorite, with a nice curve and a thick vein going up the underside of the shaft.

you hold his legs open, lining up the toy with his puffy rim and easing in the fat tip of the toy,

cove moans loudly at the intrusion, easily taking half the toy.

"you look so pretty.." you praise, stroking cove's cock.

you're making an even bigger mess of his skirt, his cock dripping pre all over the pelts.

"i'm gonna put the rest in." the toy gets fatter at the base, beautifully stretching cove open and drawing out a loud whine when it bumps against his prostate.

cove calls your name weakly, clinging onto the pillows.

you lean up to kiss him, distracting him by slipping your tongue into his mouth as you slowly start thrusting the toy in and out of his ass.

"ahh!" he moans, his legs shaking and you have to force his legs back open when he tries to close them.

"don't close your legs, baby. c'mere, look at how pretty you look getting your ass fucked."

cove whimpers at the dirty talk, his dick twitching in response, and he looks down to see you fucking him with the toy.

"y/n…" he breathily calls out, twisting to hide his face in the pillow.

you nip at his inner thighs, sucking beautiful red hickeys into his bronzed skin. a little treat for both of your eyes later.

remembering you still have one toy left, you abandon his quivering thighs, much to his relief, and you reach for the flesh light.

while your boyfriend is distracted, you line the toy up with his dick, spearing the toy open with his weeping cock.

he yells, his face falling from out it's hiding spot in the pillows and he looks down, seeing you easily fucking him with the you and still bullying his insides with the dildo.

"ah, there's your beautiful face." you coo, smiling at how he looks at you with watery eyes. "aw, don't fret. doesn't it feel good? here, fuck yourself with the flesh light, you can't make me do all the work."

he shakily takes ahold of the toy, slowly dragging it up and down his cock with a furious blush.

"you can do better than that, can't you? you wanted to surprise me, so why don't you give me a show."

cove licks his lips, panting. but he obeys, fucking the toy faster and moaning loudly, his hips bucking.

the dildo brushes against his g-spot again, making him tremble at the double stimulation.

"y/n!" he fumbles for your hand, and you coo, uttering praises to you boyfriend, telling him how pretty he is and how good he's doing for you.

"i'm.. i'm gonna cum.." he pants, arching his hips up to fuck into the fake pussy, his eyes rolling back when you slam the dildo into him, the base stretching him open pleasantly.

"good boy. go ahead and cum for me." you egg him on, coming up to suck and bite on his chest, using your free hand to tweek his pierced nipple.

he groans, his hips stuttering and he calls your name, his back arching and forcing the dildo deeper, subconsciously holding the flesh light down as he cums deep inside it..

you let go of his sensitive chest to kiss him, your lips softly and mindlessly moving together.

suddenly an alarm goes off, the signature tone being the one you use to notify you of your stream.

"oh." you pull back. you completely forgot you had a stream right after you got home…

cove looks at you with hooded eyes, his lips swollen from biting them.

"y'know what.. i want you to keep this in." you tap the base of the dildo, making cove jump. "and if you don't cum or fuck yourself without my permission, i'll fuck you."

cove pouts, "but…"

you tut, "no buts, i want to enjoy you to the fullest, but this is a sponsored stream. so just be a good boy, and i'll take care of you…"

you kiss away his pouting face, and when you pull back he nods obediently.

"good boy.." you reach for the flesh light and drag it off his half hard cock, enjoying the shaky whine that comes from his lips.

the fake cunt slowly drips cum from its entrance, dripping on his skirt.

you put it to the side, leaving it for cove to pick up, and take his boxers off the end of the bed and help him tug them back up his legs.

once he's all set and ready to go. well, as much as he can be with a dildo in his ass and shaky legs.

you smack his butt, enjoying the loud yelp and scandalized look he throws you over his shoulder.

"you have to be quiet while i stream. if you do fuck yourself with or without my premission, and you get loud," you whisper in his ear. "everyone in my stream will hear you… so be good, okay?"

he nods, his smile wobbly and his cheeks flushed.

you doubt he's going to keep his composure, but worse comes to worse, you'll just have to take a "water break" during stream…

#sugar omi kinktober #sugar-omi kinktober #kinktober #olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden x mc #our life smut

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chitty-chitty-bang-bang-bang · 9 days

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Vlad, Viago and Deacon as parents [pt. 3]

[part 1] [part 2]

Requested by @italakthoughts (btw, is it pronounced like “eehtalak” or “aytalak”?)

Author’s note: There will be some angst in this part, sorry guys, couldn’t help myself. This is probably the last part of this as headcanons, but I might make a one shot later. Also, I am still open to requests, but I will be a bit slower with posting, bc college is kicking my ass so hard it’s ridiculous.

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All three have their favourite game to play with you.

For Deacon it’s tag. You run around the whole house, climbing walls and ceilings, turning into bats or dogs and always trying to outsmart each other.

With all the excessive energy both of you have, this is literally the perfect activity to get you to fall asleep faster, because your tag is hardcore. A human wouldn’t stand a chance.

With Vlad it’s blind man’s buff. Because of vampire’s heightened sensitivity, this game becomes all the more challenging for the one hiding, because you have to move very smoothly and be completely silent.

Of course, Vladislav still senses where you are, but he likes to give way to you. Your happy smile whenever you win is absolutely worth it.

Viago always goes for hide and seek. At first, you weren’t a very good at it and chose the most obvious hiding places. But with time you improved to the point, where Viago sometimes legitimately wonders if he lost you.

When he can’t find you for way too long, he just gives up and asks you to come out of your hiding place.

You also do a lot of tea parties together.

Just imagine the three of them sitting at a tiny table with toy cups filled with blood.

You usually made up some kind of weird circumstances for the party. For example, you pretend that you’re aristocratic mice, who conquered a cat’s lair and now celebrate your victory with a tea party. Or you are all wives of a wealthy king and you plot his murder to share the power between the four of you.

They really get into their imaginary roles. Though sometimes this can lead to them getting a bit carried away and actually starting a fight over a fictional event.

Nick and Stu often join in as well.

You really like playing with Vlad’s hair, since he has the longest out of the three and that means you can do a lot of funny hairdos. He doesn’t really mind, as long as you’re careful to not rip anything out (it grows back very fast, but it’s still an unpleasant feeling).

Deacon often gives you piggyback rides anywhere and everywhere. You basically use him as a jungle gym and while it sometimes annoys him, he rarely protests.

In winter, Viago always takes you ice skating. Even though you’re a vampire and you can’t catch a cold (or feel cold for that matter), he still insist on you wearing very warm clothes. People might think he’s not taking good care of his kid!

When they go to New York for the vampiric council duties (shoutout to wwdits show), they take you with them. Viago definitely takes you to see a musical. He’s not bailing on that. And it’s probably going to be something incredibly campy. Probably Andrew Lloyd Webber too.

You and Deacon have an absolute blast in the NY subway, scaring random people to death with little to no repercussions or getting into the last car and drinking whoever dared to sit there alone.

Some random blogger accidentally caught you and Vladislav turning into bats in an alleyway of Manhattan on video. So you had to hunt him down and hypnotise his whole audience into forgetting about the existence of that footage. It felt nice to be famous even if only for a bit.

As any flatting situation, these three have a lot of bickering and arguments.

They really try to avoid having any of those arguments in front of you, but sometimes it gets out of control. In those cases, they try to either deflate it or just ask you to leave the room and let them sort this out.

Petty or not, parents’ arguments are not something a child should be watching.

If you ever die from being burnt by sunlight or get killed by a vampire slayer they will be utterly devastated.

Vladislav is probably the best at handling it. He grieves silently by himself, reminiscing about all the fun silly things you’d say and do when he wasn’t in the mood. With time, the sadness numbs. But there is still that gaping emptiness somewhere in his immortal soul.

Viago would never forgive himself. Maybe if he took better care of you, if he paid more attention, if he took more precautions, if he kept a closer eye on you, if he was just by your side at the right time… maybe you’d still be running through the halls of this dusty house…

Deacon is just furious. He’s furious at whatever caused your death and he’s furious at you for being so reckless and getting yourself killed. Why do his closest ones keep leaving him so suddenly?

But that won’t happen obviously, you’re not dumb enough to die twice ;)

Genuinely, your time with them could be considered one of the happiest periods of your life. And if you tell them that, they will feel very proud of themselves.

All three of them really mean well and want to give you the childhood they never had.

#what we do in the shadows x reader #wwdits fanfic #wwdits x reader #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #fanfic #viago von dorna schmarten scheden heimburg #viago wwdits #viago x reader #vladislav x reader #vladislav the poker #vladislav wwdits #deacon brücke x reader #deacon brücke #deacon wwdits #x reader #parent headcanons

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stranger-rants · 1 year

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my apologies for the incoming essay, I just think Billy needs more love 🥹

rn im just thinking about Billy sleeping in the Camaro for a few nights after a really bad fight with Neil, except he doesn’t wanna be in the driveway in case Neil decides it’s baseball bat window smashing time, so he parks in the nearest convenience store parking lot and sets up camp for the rainy night with a microwave burrito and a pack of cigarettes. Then he gets thirsty, so he goes to get himself some water, jogging through the rain, but he hears a little squeak, eerily alive, and slips around the back of the store to check it out. It’s a box of puppies, he’s not sure what kind, but they’re all wriggly and crammed inside and crying because they’re alone and cold and sad :( and Billy does NOT want to think about the parallel between them, abandoned by their families and left to cry in the rain, but he can’t just leave the puppies there, either, the rain is starting to soak through their box and they’ll be shivering all night.

So what does Billy ‘I Break Things’ Hargrove do? He picks up the box, hoists it up and lugs it through the rain, right to his car. He’s incredibly lucky to find an old painting tarp shoved under the seat, something he uses to cover it up whenever he parks in the garage because someone has a habit of ‘accidentally’ scratching it. He wraps the soggy box up in the tarp and plops right down into the drivers’ seat with the puppies in his lap, water long forgotten. He cranks up the heat, peering nervously into the box because as little hesitation as he’d had for helping the little things, he’s not very experienced with animals. Neil has definitely never let anything with paws into that house and he was scared of the neighbor’s dog growing up, probably bc it was a big muscly breed and he was just a little kid. He doesn’t really know how to act around animals or interact with them so he just sort of pokes at one of the puppies, one on top of the dog pile that’s looking at him with big shiny eyes. He aims for a head scratch but the puppy’s squirmy, and chomps right down on Billy’s finger. He’s scared for a millisecond, but he realizes the bite doesn’t hurt, and the puppy’s just playing with him. He breaks away with a little breathy chuckle and scratches the puppy behind the ears and the poor little thing just melts, so touch deprived and sad :( maybe he picks the puppy up, testing its weight in his palms, and just marveling at how teeny tiny the little guy is.

He probably is too busy Experiencing his first puppy cuddle to realize the pup is leaning towards his face, and he’s pretty sure his brain rewires when the sweet little puppy licks his nose. He just.. doesn’t get love from anyone. Anyone, people, animals, fuck, the plant he’d tried desperately to keep alive for a few days died miserably like it was taunting him. His first instinct is probably ew, like omg gross there’s spit on my face lol but he looks down at the puppy in mild disgust and sees those big shiny eyes again and he just.. can’t be mad. He’s so entranced with the pup he’s holding that he’s not really paying attention to all the other little ones jumping at the side of the box but a nip to his hand makes him look down, and he’s greeted with a big bunch of other squirmy, yappy puppies, all as sweet as the one he’s cradling. He definitely hand feeds them little chunks of his food, and he tries very hard not to freak out and yell at them when they gnaw all over him like a chew toy and almost rip his jacket. They’re very eager to climb out of the box but he is not ready for wriggly little puppies loose in his car so he manages to contain them until they’re all snoozing, one of them fell asleep with it’s little puppy paws braced against his chest, standing up against the side of the box. He falls asleep right there, sitting up in his driver’s seat with this box of puppies sitting in his lap. He probably wakes up the next morning to a lot of sweet puppy kisses, and he drives around town and the other surrounding areas specifically hunting for a safe, no-kill shelter bc he knows he can’t keep any of them. And if he starts disappearing more, taking more and more frequent trips outside of town? It’s to visit the little puppies, volunteer at the shelter just to hang out with them and make sure they’re doing okay 🥹

Aww 💜

Billy deserves all the puppy cuddles.

#asks #billy hargrove

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jakekiszkaenthusiast · 2 years

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uncharted territory

warnings: this won’t be for everyone!! subby jake, pegging, mommy kink, major overstimulation, fingering, oral (f.receiving), hair pulling?

author’s note: hey! i’m still taking a break but i’ve been feeling sooo guilty for not being active on here so this is something i’ve had saved away for a rainy day (or i was too scared to post it bc it’s more out there than my other fics!) so please enjoy my favourite bubble butt bottom boy- i miss and love you all :D

on the scale of sexual behaviours, jake was dominant rather than submissive more often than not. he wanted, needed the control- the pleasure he derived from making you writhe and pant underneath his fingers was more than enough to make his cock ache.

however, there were moments. instances in which his eyes would soften, his hands would falter and his breath would hitch; you could feel his powerful resolve melt away, and a timid energy would emerge.

“what do you wanna do tonight, baby?”

climbing into jake’s lap, you rest your hands against his collarbones, rubbing over his exposed skin. you straddle his thighs, feeling his large hand smooth up your back to sit on the nape of your neck.

his hand tugs you closer until your noses touch, a small smile upon his lips.

“i have an idea.” he whispers.

instinctively, you press down harder in his lap. if you wriggled, you could just about feel him beneath you, like a gift you badly wanted to unwrap.

“i’m sure you do, baby.” you say, ghosting your fingers over his cheek until you find his hairline, lacing them through the roots to gently tug.

his eyes close at the sensation, tipping his head back to reveal his tanned throat. you always loved how responsive he was when you touched his hair: the hushed, low moan he made whenever you pulled on the soft tendrils would curl your toes, just knowing you had the tiniest amount of control over him.

“i actually have- i kinda have a request to make.” he says, leaning his head back up to look you in the eye.

“okay, shoot.”

“well. it’s, uh, i want- y’know what? never mind. let’s go to the bedroom.” he suddenly averts his eyes, his dark eyelashes fluttering.

“no, no- what is it?” you press, furrowing your eyebrows. he breathes a nervous laugh, shaking his head.

“no, it’s fine. it was dumb.”

“baby, if it’s something you want, it isn’t dumb.” you smile softly, smoothing your thumb over the cupid’s bow of his mouth.

he falters, staring at a blank spot on the wall past your head. you feel only more confused by his reluctance to voice his request: neither of you were particularly people who were unable to speak on what you wanted or needed, especially in the bedroom.

“i think i want- seriously, it’s fine. i shouldn’t have brought it up.”

his cheeks are a pink hue, heating up beneath your fingertips. he creases his eyebrows, his brown eyes darting around to stare anywhere but at you. his mouth opens and shuts, searching for the words he wanted.

“jake, what is it? what has you so worked up?” you ask, shifting in his lap. his hand snakes down your spine to find the edge of your shirt, toying nervously with the fabric.

he blows air from his mouth, before pressing his lips together. his face showed just how conflicted he felt, the battle waging on in his mind being too intense to hide.

“i don’t know how to say it.” he mutters, his voice small.

“you know you can tell me anything, angel.” you lean close to his ear, pressing a quick kiss to the skin just next to his jaw.

“i want you to- to fuck me.”

the admission feels like a punch to the gut, forcing the air out of your lungs. your eyebrows raise, and you fight to keep your face somewhat neutral.

“okay..and is this something you’ve wanted for a while?” you ask, unsure of where to start first. the very idea caused cogs to turn in your mind, a low heat building in the base of your stomach.

“so long.” he whispered, finally meeting your eyes.

you remain silent for a few beats, thinking it over. how long has he been thinking about this? he bit his lip, watching your face closely as you considered the possibilities of this request.

you’d never really thought about doing such a thing with him, but now the idea had been planted, it grew into a beautiful thing of unadulterated, sinful curiosity until you felt a hot blush cover your skin, a second heartbeat making itself known.

“if you think it’s weird or something, we don’t have to do anyth-” you interrupt his nervousness with a single finger against his lips. his eyebrows raise, taken aback.

“i think that’s definitely something we can do, baby.”

his eyes brighten at your words, and you feel his fingers finally stop pulling and twisting at your shirt. you crawl out of his lap, letting him stand up and hold his hand out for you to take.

following him to the bedroom, you feel a hot, nervous energy radiating throughout your body. this was uncharted territory for the both of you, the number of ideas and mental images flowing through your head exponentially growing the moment jake crouches by the bed and pulls out a black box containing the object of his fantasies.

“when i-” he cuts himself off with a strange sound at the back of his throat, letting out a long sigh as he hung his head, resting a hand on his thigh.

“when you what, jake?” your voice is barely a whisper, eyes carefully trained on the man sat on his haunches, his fingers running over the matte black box sat at the edge of the bed.

“when i,” he swallows thickly, “when i found the website for these, for this- yeah, for it- i came so fucking hard. i just couldn’t help touching myself. thinking about- with you, and i just- i exploded.”

all you can utter is a hushed “fuck…”, your breath stuttering in your chest. jake raises his eyes to meet yours with a soft, nervous smile, as if he still finds the whole ordeal mildly embarrassing. not that he should, but you understand.

you take a step forward towards jake, the bed, the box, and with another spastic breath you push the lid off of it to reveal a modest, black silicone strap. jake staggers to his feet, letting you latch onto him with a tight hand wrapped around his hips, gently spinning him around until his knees press into the bed and your chest barely grazes his back.

as you run your hands down the tops of jake’s toned arms, brushing your lips over his ear, a shiver overtakes his body. he twists his head to look back at you, a nervous glint in his eye.

“we can stop anytime, okay?” you say, the voice of reassurance despite the nervous tremor in your hands.

jake cranes his neck harder to reach your mouth, kissing you softly. he reaches a hand behind himself to hold onto your hair and pulls you even closer to his body. you were only just shorter than him, but standing on your tiptoes allowed for you to deepen the kiss, pressing your body against his back.

you run a hand down his chest, digging your fingers into the skin just above where his shirt is buttoned. his skin is soft and hot, the muscles tensing under your touch, a quiet gasp sounding against your mouth.

“let’s take this off, shall we?” you mutter into his ear.

he twists his body to face you, taking your hands and pressing them to his shirt. you make quick work of ridding his body of the garment, moving to hover your mouth over his collarbone. you poke your tongue out to meet his skin, running it along the bone and up to the base of his jaw.

his fingers dance along your midriff, grasping at your shirt to pull it off of your body. you slide your shorts off, standing only in your underwear.

“cmere.” he whispers, opening his arms for you.

jake pouts his lips, and you press a kiss to them. he holds the back of your head to keep you close to him, opening his mouth and running his tongue along your bottom lip. your tongues melt together, a quiet hum rumbling in his chest.

your hand slides between your bodies to palm over his cock, his jeans suddenly feeling tighter against your wandering fingers. you slowly undo the zip, your mouths still connected, and delve your hand beneath the waistband of his boxers.

his hardened cock throbs as you take it in your hand, your other hand pushing his pants lower down his hips. he groans into your mouth when you gently squeeze his tip, the smallest amount of pressure only lending to his satisfaction.

he hooks his fingers under your panties, tugging them down your legs until you step out of them, disconnecting your mouths to press kisses down your neck.

“as much as i like that, jake, this is about you. why don’t you take your pants off and sit on the bed, baby?” you murmur, taking his head with both of your hands to pull him off of you.

he follows your request with only one disgruntled mumble, not so used to you being the one making orders. once he’s perched on the edge of the bed, you lean over him and press a kiss to his forehead, placing a hand on his chest and hooking a finger around the necklaces sitting against his skin.

“on your knees, angel.” you say quietly, the words feeling foreign on your tongue.

this time he obeys without a word, scrambling to position himself on all fours. you step over to your bedside table, finding the lube you used with a small noise of victory.

tentatively, you crawl onto the bed behind him, resting a hand on his back and rubbing soothing patterns into his skin. he sighs a nervous, shaking breath as your hand reaches his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, taking a selfish amount of time to appreciate how the plush muscle fills your hands perfectly. he always did have a perfect ass.

flipping the cap open, you pour enough lube to prepare him, smiling when he gasps quietly at the cold sensation. you lean over, reaching out your fingers until they find his lips.

“suck them for me.” you call out sweetly, watching in amazed silence when he runs his tongue over them, hollowing his cheeks just slightly.

he’d look so pretty sucking cock, you think.

your fingers glisten with saliva as you run them over him, softly teasing, just barely dipping inside of him before removing them again. although you had no experience in this area, you knew it would take some encouragement for his body to acclimate to this treatment, though his excited trembling told you he was more than ready mentally.

you finally plunge just one finger into him, feeling the tight resistance around it. he tenses up for just a moment, before you see his body visibly relax and a hushed moan falls from his lips. your eyes widen at the sound, and you’d do anything to hear it again.

pumping the finger in and out of him, you draw more and more of these beautiful noises from him, his hips moving with you slowly.

“more.” he says breathlessly, and you pause.

“more what, baby?” you ask.

“more, please.”

“good boy.”

the name slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. you’d never called him something like that, something so sweet and, well, submissive. he gasped, before letting out a sound you could only describe as a whine, and pushing his hips harder against your finger buried inside of him.

you slide a second finger in, and begin a slightly quicker pace that has him writhing beneath you. you can see his hands gripping the bed sheets in front of him, tightly holding on to some semblance of stability.

slowly, your fingers still. an idea flickers to life inside your head, and you find that it’s almost impossible to ignore. he lets out an impatient whine, arching his back in attempts to coerce you into moving.

“why did you stop?” he sounds almost pained, his voice a step higher than it usually is, and strained.

“come here, i wanna try something.” you mutter, too focused on your idea to particularly care about denying him what he wanted.

you slip out your fingers, resting them against his ass as he sits up to face you. he looks pouty and displeased, but you only smile at him, brushing his hair out of his damp face. his cheeks had flushed to a lovely shade of red, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

he leans back into the bed, eyes wide as he watches you reach into the box next to him.

despite having never used a strap-on, you find it easy to put on. it felt strange sitting atop your pubic bone, an unfamiliar weight against your skin. you gingerly took it into your hands, ghosting over the silicone with a finger.

“you look pretty like that.” he whispers, watching your explorative hands.

“thank you, baby.”

“can you sit on the floor for me, sweetheart?” you ask gently, guiding him off of the bed and to the soft carpet.

his eyebrows crease, but he follows your instructions without question. he kneels in front of you, and you see the beginnings of realisation dawn on his face as you stroke the cock in your hands.

“i just wanna see if my prediction is right, okay?” you say, smiling down at him.

“what prediction?”

“i think-” you pause to lean down, closer to his face. “i think that you would look beautiful sucking cock.”

he lets out a startled oh, before licking his lips and looking up at you. his brown eyes shone as he drank all of your figure in, watching you as if you were the most beautiful sight he’d ever had the privilege of seeing- like you were an angel, despite your delightfully sinful attire.

your hips push forward until the head of your cock meets his lips, brushing over his skin with delicate uncertainty. he gently licks it, eyes trained on you the entire time.

as he became more used to the idea, he becomes more eager in his movements. what was once an unsure swipe of his tongue over the silicone, was now a greedy slurp around your cock while your hips rock back and forth. he quickly found that sucking cock was as natural to him as touching you, though with your hums of encouragement, anything would feel as right as this.

his hands clutch your thighs, squeezing the flesh tightly while his mouth works over your cock with a sloppy tongue. it begins to move up your thigh, dancing over the skin until he finds your cunt, hot and dripping with want. his fingers brush over you, sliding into you and curling to find your sweet spot.

you gasp at the sensation, his long fingers pumping in and out of you the same way you had to him mere moments ago, and you find the whole idea ridiculously arousing.

you watch his mouth wrapped around your cock, seeing his eyelashes flutter as he fights to keep his throat relaxed, the experience of having something down his throat still new and not all the way comfortable for him. just to watch his face crumple, his eyebrows furrow and his shoulders bunch up, you snap one sharp thrust into him, letting the silicone hit the back of his throat. he splutters, and when he turns his face up to give you the sweetest, most heart-throbbing look, you see the shine of tears in his beautiful eyes.

he’ll learn in time, you decide.

eventually, you slow your hips. it wasn’t that you want to stop watching his gorgeous face, but there are other, more important things you’d rather be doing- jake being one of those things.

“okay, baby. you did so good, but i really, really wanna fuck you now. is that okay?” you ask, cupping his face with your hands, angling his face up to look you in the eyes.

“please.” he purrs, holding onto your wrist as you gently pull him to his feet.

you playfully push him towards the bed, watching him stumble and dramatically fall onto the comforter with a small laugh.

“flip over, baby.” you say, reaching out to squeeze his hip.

you toy with him again, pushing your fingers in and twisting just slightly, running your free hand up his spine. his tiny gasps and sighs fill the room, his back arching into your now confident fingers.

“so ready.” you whisper, more to yourself than jake, but he still replies with a sweet moan.

you squeeze liberal amounts of lube over your cock, stroking and spreading the slippery product over it. slowly, slowly, you tease him with the head of your cock, just barely pushing in before pulling away, just as you had with your fingers.

he sighs when you finally slip fully inside of him, inching your way deeper and deeper until you bottom out. as you fill him to the hilt, he lets out his loudest moan yet, ripping from his chest and forcing itself past his plump lips.

you gently begin rocking your hips, so scared of moving too quickly or roughly and hurting him that you’re almost not moving. he braces against you, grinding his hips back into you until you stop altogether and it’s just him fucking himself on your cock.

“fuck- please move, please fuck me.” he whines out, gripping the comforter with white knuckles.

you heed his requests, mesmerised by the soft pleading coming from the mouth of a man who spanked and edged you until you cried only two days ago- it was a complete change from what either of you knew, but it felt more right than anything you had done before.

gripping his hips, you snap yours against his, delighting in the breathless groan you’re rewarded with. your pace was quick, fucking him relentlessly- his beautiful moans and gasps and whimpers of fuck only spurring you on harder.

“this feels so good, thank you.” he gasps out, attempting to turn his head to look at you, before an especially sharp thrust forces his head to drop back down, his eyes fluttering shut.

“you’re such a good boy, taking my cock like this.” you reply, stroking a hand through his damp hair.

“thank you, fuck, thank you”

your fingers twist and tighten in his hair, tugging until he moves his body up against your chest. he lets out an extended groan at the new angle, tipping his head back against your shoulder.

“such a good boy.” you whisper into his ear, relishing in the blissed-out smile his lips curl into.

one of your hands holds his stomach to keep him tight to you, while your other brushes hair out of his face.

“touch me, please.” he whines, clutching at the hand holding his stomach.

“where do you want me to touch you, sweet boy?” you ask teasingly, knowing exactly where he wants your hand.

he seems unable to form words, his eyes rolling back momentarily. his mouth opens and closes, frenzied pants being the only sound coming out.

“use your words, baby.” you whisper.

he lets out a frustrated groan from the back of his throat, before his hand grabs your wrist and forces it to wrap around his cock, moving it up and down for you until you finally take over.

you skilfully work over his cock in time with your hips, feeling his body tremble with his impending orgasm. your free hand rests on his hip, and soon his hand joins yours, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tightly.

his eyebrows tip upwards as you fuck him closer and closer to the edge, mouth hanging open and subsequently allowing his moans to freely float through the room.

“i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum.” he pants out, his fingers squeezing yours even tighter.

almost immediately, your hand and hips stop, much to jake’s dismay. he lets you know, loudly, how displeased he is with your decision, complaining and whining and wriggling his hips, clutching at your wrist as it begins to pull away from his cock.

“i want you on your back, baby. i miss your pretty face.” you explain, and he grunts loudly.

your hand grips his chin, turning it to face you as best you could at this angle. your face was serious, daring him to keep complaining.

“i think you’ve forgotten yourself, sweetheart. are you being good right now?” you ask, watching his face soften into a guilty expression.

“no, i’m not being good.” he whispers, casting his eyes downwards.

“are you going to start trying?” you question, holding his chin even tighter.

“yes, mommy. i’m sorry.” he says, meeting your eyes.

mommy.

fuck. you almost forget the task at hand when he calls you that, your face faltering for just a moment. his wide eyes tell you he hadn’t meant to utter those words- they simply fell from his lips, the most natural and instinctual thing he’d possibly ever done.

“you’re mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” you try not to let his words derail you for too long and jump straight back into it, pressing a kiss to his jaw before letting go of his face completely.

“only yours.” he mumbles, relaxing as you slowly slip out of him.

he lies back into the pillows, reaching his hands out for you. you part his legs, gently ghosting your hand over his sensitive cock just to watch him subconsciously twitch at your touch, before sliding your cock back into him.

“doesn’t that feel good, baby?” you coo, watching his face twist into sinful pleasure.

“so good.” his voice is barely above a whisper, just able to choke out those two words.

you begin moving your hips again, holding onto his legs and pushing them up high, allowing you even more space to move deeper inside of him. he reaches to hold the backs of his thighs just above your hands, melting into the position even more than before.

leaning down, your lips meet his chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses over his hot and sweaty skin. you suck a hickey up over his collarbone before trailing your tongue further down, circling his nipple and gently suckling on it until he cries out, his hand flying to the back of your head and tugging you even closer.

“that feels so- so good, mommy.” he cries out, throwing his head back against the pillow.

you brush your lips over to his neglected nipple, softly biting it before licking and sucking it, one of your hands playing with the other. his back arches up from the bed, trying to get you as close as he possibly can to prolong his pleasure, to keep you here with him.

when you pull your mouth off of his chest, you’re intercepted by his hands grabbing both sides of your face, pulling you to his mouth, mashing your lips together in a desperate, messy kiss. he pants into your mouth, a stuttering moan getting captured between your connected lips.

“i’m so close, mommy. i want to cum, please can i?” he begs, still holding onto any part of you he can reach.

“you can, baby, but no hands. keep your hands on your tummy, or the bed, if it’s too difficult. understood?”

“yes, mommy. i understand.”

despite his understanding, he clearly finds it almost impossible to control himself. at first, his hands rest on the backs of his thighs, digging into the flesh until crescent-shaped bite marks were left. he throws his head back into the pillow, thrashing from side to side before fisting his hands against the bed sheets. he tugs at them until you hear a quiet popping noise, seams coming undone as he tears away at the fabric. you still fuck him, though you keep a careful, authoritative eye on his hands and where they lay, only having to swat them away from his leaking cock once.

“fuck- it’s so good! fuck me, mommy, fuck me harder, keep- keep fucking going.” he cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his back arch harder, until his body is contorted into such a shape you can’t imagine he’s comfortable.

with only a few more pumps of your hips, he finishes hard and loud. his mouth hangs open, his eyes rolling back. he goes silent for a moment, only strained sounds in the back of his throat coming out.

he eventually becomes too sensitive and presses a hand against your stomach, pleading with you to stop. your hips roll to an end, and you slowly slide out of him. he lays back, his chest heaving with deep breaths, his eyes lazily flicking up to watch you release yourself of the strap-on.

you join him on the bed again, crawling between his legs to kiss his mouth and push his hair away from his forehead and neck.

you trail a finger through his cum resting on his tummy, collecting it to suck off your fingers. before you can lift it to your lips, jake’s hand shoots out to grab your wrist. his are wide and earnest, gently licking his bottom lip.

“can i taste?” he asks, and you’d be the cruelest person alive to deny him.

he sucks his taste off of your fingers, humming lowly in the back of his throat. a small droplet landed on his chin, and you greedily mop it up with your tongue, before pressing a kiss to his soft lips.

“you were so good, baby.” you whisper against his mouth.

“thank you, mommy. can i please make you cum? i just need to hear you, and taste you.” he asks, his fucked out voice slow and a little slurred.

“you don’t need to, you already did such a good job.” you tell him- you hadn’t even slightly thought about your own pleasure, nor did you expect him to do anything for you. simply giving you the privilege to fuck him was more than enough.

“no, i want- i need to. i need to taste you, just once. please?” he asks again, raising his eyebrows emphatically.

you twist to the side and lie down next to him, reaching over to stroke his cheek as he settles between your legs. his hands gently hold your thighs, and his eyes watch your arousal drip and glisten everywhere.

you hadn’t realised how worked up you were until he latches onto your clit, sucking and licking it with a loud slurp. your hips instinctively thrust up into his mouth, and you begin grinding against his tongue with reckless abandon.

it takes barely any time for the pressure deep in the base of your stomach to build to insurmountable heights, your cries of passion far louder than you had expected, unable to control both your movements nor your sounds.

suddenly, you’re being tossed around and forced into his lap. his hands scrabble between your bodies, grabbing his somehow still-hard cock and sliding you down onto it with an otherworldly hiss.

“fuck me, mommy. i can keep it hard a little longer- make yourself cum on my cock, please, mommy, do it.” he pants out in bursts, moving your hips with painfully tight fingers until you’re bouncing up and down cautiously.

you don’t want to overstimulate him, and the way his face twists into something of pure, delicious pain tells you that your suspicions were correct. you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, cupping his red face as your hips slowly roll over his lap.

“don’t go easy on me now, fucking do it.” he punctuates his sentence with a rough thrust up into you, drawing a high-pitched moan from your lips.

with his somewhat bratty demand, you stop holding yourself back and begin riding him, so fast and hard you hardly know how you’re doing it. your thigh muscles scream for a reprieve, but the slowly rising fire in the pit of your stomach sets that preposterous idea alight, engulfing it in flame until you scream jake’s name and clench down on his cock, eliciting a borderline howl from his plump lips.

your orgasm hits you so hard you see white, your tired muscles tensing and trapping your desperate jake, who uses the last of his strength to pull you off of his sore, softening cock. he rolls your bodies over, resting his full weight on your heaving chest, connecting your sticky foreheads together as a delicate, coy smile sweeps across his lips.

“thank you again, mommy.”

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