#big bro's fingers in your mouth

[notmuchtoconceal]

someone loves me maybe it's u

[notmuchtoconceal]

you are the block.

i am the mallet

and chisel.

chippin away

at u

day after

day

til i

carve up the shape

i long to saw off

Dominic Sullivan on Cam

[cranephdr]

I think about Jon's hands too long and I stop acting right

[satorena]

( P*SSY GOT ) P☆WER !?

bad ☆ summary. converting a loser into a munch wasn’t on your yearly bingo card ( or was it ? )

content ★ warnings. explicit content. mdni. foul language. situationship!gojo. college au. cunningulus. frōtting. premature ejaculātion. fīngering. eventual smut. gojo pines for like 99% of the fic. he also studies in pornology. reader is kinda bratty. mention of death lightheartedly. a lot of italicized words. lowkey gojo centric? 6.4k words (bye).

rena’s ☆ note. SATORENA COMEBACK … sorta (・・?)

“gimme a kiss.”

your face scrunches before the words can express your distaste. with your hand on the handle of his car’s door, your fingers tighten around the metal bar, half tempted to leave the man at your left— rosy lips puckered into an obnoxious smooch.

his eyelids are shut tight as his brows furrow to the centre of his forehead, face leaned in. you chuckle at his theatrics, lifting your free hand to press your digits at his pucker. his eyelids open as his brows now loosen, “gojo, bye.”

you feel his hands wrap around your wrist, gently lifting your hand off his mouth, though your fingers hover over his lips still, “girl.” he tilts his head to the side, emitting an aura of sass you’ve yet to understand, “it’s satoru to you— i can’t even have a little one? haven’t i been good all day?”

you click your tongue, “you been runnin’ your mouth all day long actually,” and before your mind can even process your following words, you focus on the way his plump lips fall into another one of his childish pouts. cute. however he chooses to take your invitation is all up to him. your eyes dart to the rosy flesh as you hum, “mhm, if only you ate pussy as good as you talk shit.”

you feel the hold on your wrist drop, as his frown switches to a blank stare. you cock a brow, watching as the hand his steering wheel tightens.

he gulps, eyes narrowing before glancing over to the leather wheel, “i, uh, don’t eat pussy.”

oh. . . oh.

the slam of the car door speaks the rest for you.

“woah— hey!” gojo yells after you, though your figure seems to get smaller with the steps you take. in your hold is your purse, bouquet of flowers he’d bought earlier and house keys. “baby, hold on— this damn window,” he cusses, removing the barrier between you and him angrily. you hadn’t even hesitated to exit the car, as if he’d said the world’s most vile comment.

you’re not listening, and for some reason gojo feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. what the fuck had he said that made you all upset with him?

he watches helplessly as you insert your key into the hole. the chiming sounds of your keys serve as a reminder that he was definitely in trouble. that and he wasn’t getting his damn goodbye kiss.

he sighs instead, albeit defeatedly. “am i at least gonna see you soon?”

the front door opens and you look back over your shoulder, and god— he really thought he had it. his lips threaten to pull into a smile, ready for your little mood to be over with.

you grin and as does he. you even give him a cute wave, thank fuck, “have yourself a nice life, baby.”

and the front door closes. damn.

☆ ☆

“you said what?!”

gojo groans into the phone, sprawling himself on his king sized mattress that suddenly feels way to big for him alone. where were you when he needed you? oh that’s right, “she ghosted me! i’m blocked on all socials— can you believe that?”

he tried reaching out to you through texts to make sure you were feeling okay, but the shade of green told him everything he needed to know— especially as an apple user. he then proceeded to go through your social media, to double check his suspicions and there it was, user not found.

“uh, duh?” geto is as judgemental as ever, and gojo doesn’t try to suppress the roll of his eyes. “bro, you just told the girl you’re talkin’ to that you don’t give head. the fuck d’you think was gonna happen?”

“it’s not even a big deal!” he argues because his pride in on the line, and he ignores the groan geto gives him across the phone. rude. his fingers pinch at the top of his nose bridge, “was it really necessary to block me? literally just tell me to kill myself at this point.”

“pretty sure that’s what she blocked you for.” geto snickers, and gojo realizes he’s lucky they aren’t in person because he would have blocked him. instead he whines, pressing the speaker button before stuffing his face in his pillow. he’s probably insane but he swears there’s a hint of your scent there, and now he’s whining louder.

“quit bitchin’. you brought this upon yourself,” and out of spite, gojo whines louder. if his legs kick against his mattress childishly, it’s nobody’s business but his own. the love of his life just walked out of his life— give him a break. “and dude, no shade but do you really not eat pussy? are you gay or somethin’?”

“i am not—” he cuts himself off once the sound of his own voice echoes loudly in his lonely room. geto winces and gojo bites down on his tongue before sighing. “i’m not gay. i love women only. seriously. how does not eating pussy make me gay?”

the line goes quiet, and gojo can tell geto’s making that face he makes whenever he’s finding the right words to say without offending gojo. it ticks him off. “alright, lemme counter that question with one of my own. why don’t you eat pussy?”

gojo pauses. he tightens his fingers around his pillow as the question ponders. he thinks about having received head in the back of his car once, the other time in the bathroom of some frat party, and another in some girl’s bedroom. from all memories, he draws a similar conclusion— they always come onto him first.

“i dunno.” his lips fall into a pout, tracing patterns into his pillowcase with his index. “they never really ask, so i never bothered. that can’t be weird, right? all of my hookups have consisted of them pulling my pants down. why would i refuse? i get my nut and that’s that.”

and because geto is genuinely never on his side, “satoru . . . eugh.” some kind of best friend is he.

“what?!” he hisses in retaliation, glaring at his phone as if it would solve his issues. there’s nothing he hates more than feeling judged. “you fucking asked!”

“calm the fuck down,” he hears geto rolling his eyes. the white haired man huffs, the blow of air pushing his bangs up before they fall back down. okay, maybe he should calm down. whatever. “so essentially what you’re saying is you’ve never been put in a position where you could eat pussy?”

something like that, “sure.” gojo nods, and he doesn’t understand why geto sighs.

“why do i even bother?” though the answer is clear, he’s pretty sure geto was talking to himself. gojo clicks his tongue, ready to bark back but geto beats him to it. “so tell her just that— it’s not that you won’t give head, it’s just that you haven’t given head. which still blows me, but whatever.”

“how? remember she blocked me on everything?” the thought makes gojo whine again, throwing his limbs all over his bed. he hits his phone, then opts to grab it. “is that not entitlement? i have to bend my back all over the damn place just to get her to talk to me again?”

“satoru, you’ve literally done the same thing. don’t act like you’re above it,” geto chuckles and gojo hears shuffling in the background. the ravenette sighs in relief, and he assumes he’s now in his own bed. “besides, you fuckin’ love women who give you challenges.”

and fuck, he’s really not wrong. “yeahhh, you know me so well.” he wipes a fake tear from his eye. he rolls over onto his back, “welp, i’m gonna log into your insta to stalk her account. i miss her so much i’m literally gonna die.”

“satoru.” geto warns him, but gojo is quicker than that. he’s already typing your name into the search bar, username memorized as if it were his cellphone number.“i swear to god if you accidentally like her shit—”

“thanks bestie, love ya lots!” and he hangs up the phone. and with a shit eating grin, he giggles, “time to start lurking.”

☆ ☆

so it’s been months (read: four days) since he last seen you. he’s thankful you’re at least in two of his courses, so he has some sort of opportunity to reach you. he’d spent the last months (hours) stalking your page, viewing your stories to see if there’d been any indicator that you missed him as badly as he missed you.

and all he’s gotten so far is that you spent friday out to dinner (with him) (it was just a mirror pic of your outfit but an outfit you wore on a date with him) (you love him so bad), you had a girls’ night on saturday with shoko and utahime (he barely registered they were in the selfie) and sunday was a study sesh you had at the cafe across the college. he had to screenshot and zoom in to ensure there were no signs of living souls in the same booth as you.

he was still in the clear. whew.

and so monday morning falls, and he’s actually rushing to get to class for once (late but as expected). the one of two classes he shares with you. he hopes he’ll find you sitting in your habitual seat, not too far up close yet not too far back, and he might pull the fire alarm if he spots anybody next to you.

he’s a man on a mission— he’s going to talk to you today. he needs to be back in your good graces. there were many things he wanted to yap to you about, many places he thought of taking you over the weekend, many moments he wanted your soft lips back on his and your gentle hand back in his own.

he misses you, damn it.

there you sit, in all your glory, shining so bright in the middle of this depressing ass psychology course in the early hours of the butt fuck morning. he sees you twirling your pen in between your fingers, your cheek leaned into the palm of your hand— and nobody by your side.

if he rushes and trips over his feet momentarily to get to you in time, it’s nobody’s business but his own (and the girl who’s backpack laid useless on the floor. hazard much.)

he so much as plops into the seat as he does actually sit in it, and he watches as you jerk in surprise. though, the look of surprise is quickly replaced by aloofness. you feel different— not entirely closed off but not as welcoming as you usually are. you’re probably still done with him.

well it’s too damn bad he’s not done with you, “good morning, princess.”

you blink at him, before nodding your head curtly. “morning, gojo.” and you turn your focus back onto the professor. just like that, you shut down another conversation.

he doesn’t like that, and so he pokes at your side and chews at his strawberry gum. “you blocked me on everything.”

“i did.” you answer shortly, though your eyes never leave the professor. he cannot be that interesting, who actually gives a fuck about cognitive dissonance?

“seen this new bakery shop down the street.” he tries again. “wanted to take you but that was impossible because somebody blocked me.”

“i mean, you know where i live.” you shrug, writing whatever the fuck the professor had mentioned in your notebook. wait, what? you turn your head to see him gaping at you in confusion, and you smirk at his silence.

“cat got your tongue?” you quip, amused by his stillness. your eyes sparkle mischievously, though your smile isn’t entirely full. don’t tell him, you’ve been— “too bad it’s not mine, though.”

ohhh, you cheeky brat.

“so. . . you were never really mad at me?” gojo blinks, his mind running miles a second. nothing was adding up, he was positively certain you were cutting ties with him. “this whole time. you weren’t mad about the pussy eating comment?”

“don’t get it twisted,” you raise a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. you lift a finger in the air before pointing at him, “you,” and then pointing at yourself “and i are done. we can still be cool but i’m not wasting my time with no bitch—respectfully.”

“so you are mad?” he asks again, disregarding the bitch comment. he knows what he’s supposed to say— to clarify the situation, to make it known that it’s not like he’s repulsed by the idea of giving head— but you make it so hard to stay on track when you’re acting defiant.

suguru was right— he does love a challenge.

“mad?” you giggle, and gojo leans back in his seat. damn, you’re confusing. stone cold one minute but all giggly the next. it’s cool, he’ll figure you out. “i ain’t trippin’ baby— if you don’t wanna eat it then don’t. another man definitely will.”

huh, “oh?” his eyes narrow just slightly, though the smirk on his lips never falter. he ignores the way his stomach just dropped to his ass at your implication— there is no way in hell is he letting another man have you. not when he’s still alive and breathing. “if you think i’m letting that happen, you’ve got another thing comin’.”

“everything seems to be coming but me,” you bat your lashes, and damn he fell right into that one. you drop your pen down, giving him one last smile before redirecting your focus to the professor before you. “the real question is what do you plan on doing ‘bout that?”

you give him no time to respond, and it’s not like he thinks he would be able to, as you begin to pack your belongings into your tote bag. you’re leaving and he barely got to say what he’d been memorizing all weekend. oh well, at least he now knows you haven’t entirely cut him off.

if he doesn’t knows better, it feels like you want him to chase after you.

god, he thinks he’s in love.

☆ ☆

gojo satoru is amazing at everything. there truly isn’t something he can do that won’t come out spectacular. he’s gifted, that he knows much, and it’s difficult to stay humble when he’s constantly reminded of so.

“i can easily do this shit.” he mumbles to himself, cerulean eyes narrowing into focus at the bright lit screen of his ipad. his airpods are in, and he’s gonna be completely honest— the pornstar’s screaming is starting to get on his nerve. however, he’s always been an exceptional student and when it’s time to lock in, it’s time to lock in.

his legs feel as though they’ve fallen asleep in the criss-cross position he’s been sat in on his bed for the past two hours. irrelevant, he decides as he picks at his bottom lip with his fingers. his device is running hot with how long it’s been since it last caught a break, but he had bigger issues to worry about. so, basically all he has to do is spread open her lips and go to town until she squirts? sounds simple enough.

he watches as the guy begins motorboating into the girl’s pussy and— “damn, that looks like it hurts.” a grimace creeps onto his face as the guy repeatedly goes ham on swollen red lips. he’s got half a mind telling him that the moans the girl’s letting out are entirely out of agony and not pleasure.

“aaaalrighty,” gojo speaks up, though to himself. “next video, that shit was ass. pussy hurts just thinkin’ bout it, eugh.”

he finds an amateur video, and the thumbnail seemed intimate enough. after an agonizing ad of ‘want a quick break from the ads?’, the video begins. the upper half of the woman’s body is cut out of frame, but she’s laid onto her side, her backside in view. her top leg lifted just slightly, the man lays on his stomach and spreads them apart further and begins to lick.

he dives his tongue inside her cunt, not too sloppy, and gently works his way in. his thumb is caressing at her puckered forbidden zone, always gently, as his tongue glides up and down her labia.

gojo gulps. the girl makes soft sounds, hand coming down to play her the man’s hair, and he proceeds eat her out skillfully. her back arches, she whines and begs for more, and he never loses control. at some point, the hand that focused on her asshole moves up to grip at her cheeks, thus spreading her pussy lips further. she’s already wet from a mixture of fluids, and the sound it creates is so damn obscene.

gojo gulps again, and his sweats feel tight.

before his mind can even allow it, he’s thinking of you. he thinks of you on your side, legs spread open for his disposition as he brings you this same pleasure. as he lays himself on his stomach, munching at your pussy in ways that’ll have you squirming all over his bed, squeezing your plush thighs around his head and begging for him to give you more.

he thinks of how good you’d smell— how good you’d taste. he thinks of how nice you smell whenever you wrap your arms around his neck and he follows suit around your waist. he thinks of how sweet your lips taste when you’re straddling his thighs and slipping your tongue in his mouth.

pheromones are a crazy thing. your scent lingering in his car alone drives him insane. he’s so prone to boners around you, it’s like he’s a dog you’ve trained.

and now he’s thinking he wants you in this very bed at this very instance, ipad be damned, pussy spread open so he can feast. so he can relish the sounds you make as you call out his name, enamoured by the way his tongue would flick at your clit and break open that dam of water right onto his face.

“shit.” he chucks his ipad onto the floor, cradling his head into the palms of his hands. how had he not ever wanted to do this before?

☆ ☆

he doesn’t expect you to pick up. it’s far past two in the morning on a thursday night, and he’s missing you. badly. he misses you and your sweet smile. he misses you and your smart mouth. he misses you and the way your lips move so fluidly against his own, as if they were made for one another.

he really doesn’t expect you to pick up.

it’s around the fifth ring that he hears your honeyed voice, “hi.” his eyes widen as he sits up from his bed in a hurry. talk about a damn surprise.

“hey.” he says back lamely, because of course he does. he feels the corner of his lips tugging into a smile and his heart is beating wildly against his rib cage. “didn’t think you’d answer.”

“mhm. so what’d you call me for?” you sound tired, and he wonders if you’d been sleeping when he called. somehow, the thought makes his stomach churn at the implication you cut off hours of sleep for him.

“just wanted to hear your voice.” gojo answers as honestly as he can, leaning down to rest his back back into the mattress of his bed. he shuts his eyes and imagines his arm falling asleep underneath your head, using him as a pillow. “been missin’ you.”

“you literally see me every other day at school,” he’s graced with the harmonious sounds of your giggles, and he can already picture the way your shoulders shake as dimples curve into your cheeks. “y’re so fuckin’ clingy.”

he supposes he is, can’t even find it in him to disagree. you’ve been plaguing his mind since you cut him off (question mark) last week. he wasn’t sure what kind of ban you were putting on him, but he’s been tiptoeing around his relationship with you for too long. the absence of your presence in the way he craves is driving him nuts. he misses you, damn it.

a longing sigh rips from his throat, “can’t help that i miss that ass,” he jokes instead because talking about feelings and vulnerability is wrong. “you still owe me a goodbye kiss, y’know? just left a poor guy hangin’, rude.”

“hmm,” you hum lazily and he isn’t sure what to expect. he’s just talking out of his ass, wants to restore that playful banter you guys had prior to this whole pussy eating mess— which he’d gladly now get on his knees and rock your fucking world. “like i said already, you know where i live.”

“you got one more time to say that before i show up at your doorstep for real,” gojo tests the waters, and swings his legs off his bed. he’s waiting for a sign, confirmation, anything to ensure you were being serious. late night be damned, he will show up to your door and flip your shit right then and there.

“the fuck i gotta repeat myself for?” you sigh, and gojo’s slipping his shoes on. he’s wasting no more time, he wants you right now. “if you really missed me you would have been come see me. you’re all talk.”

“so when i yell at your doorstep to lemme eat it, don’t start lookin’ at me crazy—i’m warning ya.” and with that he hangs up. he’s not leaving any more room for debates, enough’s enough. and shit, when the fuck had he gotten bricked?

he grabs his keys and slams his door close.

☆ ☆

you’re looking at him like he grew an extra head on his shoulders overnight. he’s looking at you like the tee you have on your body decimated his entire bloodline. there’s a heavy silence between you both, as if either one of you are expecting the other to make the first move.

“you actually came.” you blink in mild shock, neck craning up to look him dead in the eye. he’s panting heavily, he might’ve ran here the second he could, but how could he not have?

“enough games, baby.” gojo answers instead and takes a step into your apartment. you back up in retaliation, and he takes another close step. you stay still this time. his hands sneak below the hem of your shirt and slide up to your bare waist, grabbing onto the plush flesh. you feel jolts of electricity imbedded into your skin with every lingering touch. “lemme eat it, come on. please?”

“oh?” you cock an eyebrow, raising a hand to press your palm flat against the plane of his chest. you feel his heartbeat thudding wildly. “and here i thought you were too good to stoop as low as giving women head.”

gojo clicks his tongue and tightens his hold on you. “i never said that.”

“you basically did.” you bite back, tilting your head to the side. you see his nostrils flare a bit, “or does that rule apply with just me?”

“if it did, would i be here at three in the morning begging to eat your pussy?” gojo rolls his eyes. you open your mouth but snap it back shut and gojo decides you conceded. he lifts you from the ground and places you on his shoulder, ignoring your ‘put me down!’ and opts to shut you up with a firm slap on your ass.

your cheeks jiggle from the impact, and his dick twitches in his briefs. as he suspected, you’ve got no bottoms on— just a cute pair of pink lace panties he wants to tear apart with his teeth. animalistic is what you make him.

“so. . . which one is your room?” he finds himself in the corridor, arm wrapped around the back of your knees. you fall limp in his hold, defeatedly as your arm lifts to point at the door at the end of the hall. he smirks and rubs at your booty, “atta girl. look at ya bein’ all obedient and shit.”

“shut up.” you huff, and he would bet a million dollars you’ve got that adorable pout on your lips. the one you make whenever you don’t get something done the way you planned.

your bedroom is everything he expected from you, fits your personality just about right. but—respectfully, fuck your bedroom. he’s got bigger issues to address, and that can only be done with your panties on the floor and a mouth full of your cunt. his dick is twitching uncontrollably at the thought of it alone.

“if you drop me on this bed, i swear i’m gonna kill you.” tilting your head, you warn him once he stands next to the edge of your bed frame. though a moot point, because if you know gojo as well as you think you do, you’re about to meet your duvets face first.

“mhm, what was that?” cupping a hand behind his ear, he pretends innocence then proceeds to do exactly what you warned him not to do. him and his long ass limbs, manhandling you all over the damn place as if its in his birthright. and no, it does not make your cunt clench, despite your thighs rubbing one against another. “sorry shortie, think i missed what you said.”

when you’re finally able to gain composure, you sit up on your elbows and furrow your brows in the nastiest scowl you can muster. he stands right above you, his frame so large it both annoys and turns you on. “gojo, you stupid fucking—”

you want to slap the smile off his face. “yeah, yeah.” he cuts you off, before leaning down to hover over you. his arms are pinned at your side, upper body pressing against yours. you feel the weight of his hips pressing into your legs, and so you widen the space. he fits in just as perfectly as you’d imagined he would. the tip of his nose brushes yours, biceps flexing in your peripherals. you feel his breath fanning at your cupid’s bow, warm yet it leaves shivers creeping at your spine.

“think you owe me somethin’, princess.” his voice comes out in a low growl, from the depths of his chest. his presence is so dominating— his bulge pressed right up against your aching cunt, the feel of his heartbeat right against yours. it all feels dizzying, the scent of his cologne filling up your nostrils and clouding any better sense of judgement.

he’s teasing you— leans in, brushes his soft lips against yours and watches as you lean forward to capture them but pulls away just in nick of time. he loves every one of your facial expressions, especially that adorable scowl of yours. he can’t wait to see the faces you make when you’re in absolute bliss.

he tilts his head just slightly, practically mouthing the words into your parted mouth. and with a low chuckle, he speaks, “if you want it, take it.”

you might’ve folded first, but he kisses you back just as eagerly, lips moulding into one another. you feel him sigh into your mouth, as if you’d relieved him of all stresses weighing on his shoulders. you lift a hand to cup at the back of his neck, fingernails scratching at the undercut at his nape.

gojo shudders beneath your touch, rolling his hips deeper into yours and relishes in the way you moan softly into his mouth. he wants to drink up every single sound you make, wants to discover your body’s sensitive spots and maneuver them into making a mess out of you.

your neck soon begins to ache, and almost as if he can read your mind, pushing deeper into you as you fall back onto your bed. he never takes his lips off of yours— not when the hold in his hair lowers in favour to grip at his biceps or stroke his back, not even when your legs wrap tightly at his waist. at a particular grind, you moan louder than any other sound you’d made all night, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“gojo,” you whine into his mouth, fingers clawing at his compression tee. he continues to roll his bulge into your clothed cunt, aiming at that spot that has you arching your back off the bed and into him. he grips a hand tightly at your plush thigh, his hold so hard you’re certain he’ll leave bruises. “you said y-you’d eat it. be a man of your, ngh, word.”

“yeah, that’s right,” he pulls away finally, a thin string of saliva connecting both your lips. he pecks at your kiss bitten lips, the dazed look in your eyes igniting a fire deep in his gut. “gotta keep my promise— can’t keep my baby waitin’ too long,” you feel his lips trail from the corner of your lips to the slope of your jaw, “she gets all cranky an’ pissy.” from the column on your neck to your collarbone, “starts gettin’ all mean with me.”

“oh my gosh, shut up!” you complain, though your hold on him tightens. you feel the vibrations of his chuckles at your jugular, followed by a deep plunge on his teeth at the thin layer of skin and another agonizingly slow grind against your clit. “fuckin’— shit— hurry up already!”

“tsk, see what i mean?” gojo tuts, hands sliding down the curves at your torso. you feel his large fingers play with the material of your panties, rolling the lace between forefingers. the contrast of the coolness of his rings against your heated skin adds a strange stimulation to your senses. “so mouthy, ‘m gonna have to do somethin’ about that.”

“i’m mouthy?” you squawk, watching as he lifts your tee up from your body. he taps wordlessly at your waist and you understand to remove the article of clothing. you chuck the tee across the room, before redirecting your focus on the man peppering wet kisses all over your stomach. it leaves butterflies rattling inside. “you literally cannot shut the fuck up— what’s the hold up? awe, don’t tell me you can’t walk the talk?”

he pauses for a bit. he doesn’t let himself fall bait for your words. you’re just being bratty— all hot and bothered and can’t properly ask for what you need. you don’t have to worry, he’s here entirely for your pleasure. he isn’t even thinking about the way his cock throbs painfully in his boxers, doesn’t even attempt to relieve it at all.

and so, he kneels at the edge of the bed. with two large hands cupping at your hips, he pulls you closer to him and rests your thighs on his shoulders. he watches as your chest rises up and down, and you prop yourself back onto your elbows.

your eyes are misty, your lips swollen and wet, your hair a mess and your neck littered in marks that scream gojo. you already look fucked out and he hadn’t done shit. god, he can’t wait to stuff his face between your thighs.

“i got you baby,” he drags his index finger right in the center of your cunt. he can both feel and see the material dampen with your arousal, your hips squirming as you chase for more. he licks his lips as he narrows in on the treasure, he swears he hears his stomach growling. “promise i do. just relax for me, yeah?”

“whatever.” you mumble, and comply to his order. he calls you a good girl, before stroking at your clit some more. the reactions you give will forever be imprinted in his mind, fleeting touches already granting him the opportunity to hear your delicate voice once more. you may be impatient but gojo is worse, and he decides that he wants to see your cunt now. he pushes your panties to the side, and the sight he’s rewarded with nearly— nearly, had him cumming right on two knees.

gojo gulps. “holy shit,” he feels his voice waver in excitement, eyes widened as he stares dead on. your cunt clenches around nothing from the switch of temperature, oozing more of your arousal down to your sheets. your pussy lips are puffy, clit sitting atop so prettily and damn, he wants to hump something.

he isn’t sure why but you try to close your thighs together, rude much, though gojo is much stronger. he keeps them spread wide, and shoots you a look. “do not.”

“tsk.” you click your tongue, looking away. and, oh, are you shy? “stop staring, you fuckin’ weirdo.”

he’s too far enamoured by the slick dribbling from your tiny hole down the crack of your ass. it trickles so tauntingly, that he finds himself nearly jealous. he wishes he could be there— oh wait, “just appreciatin’ my meal before i eat, sue me.”

the pad of his thumb collects your juices before popping it into his mouth. “wow,” he mumbles, more so to himself, at your taste bursting onto his taste buds. it’s so undoubtedly you, a raw and truthful you, and he gives you no warning before diving right in.

“fuckkk,” you throw your head back, hand flying to grab at the nearest thing in your vicinity— which so happens to be tousled, fluffy hair.

so, first time for everything right? but gojo maneuvers his way into your pussy as if he’d done this before. he starts off with kitten licks, teasing you some more before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down your lips. he swallows and moans into your cunt, fingers digging deep into the back of your thighs.

he’s practically making out with your pussy. he doesn’t neglect any area, not even the clit surprisingly, as he latches his lips to the bundle of nerves and lightly nibbles. now that has your back arching and pushing his head deeper into you. if there was a way to go in life, he’d gladly take this death.

he’s so painfully hard it hurts, unable to control the way his hips grind against the bed frame. your scent is driving him feral, the way you tug on his hair harshly has his balls tightening and the way you cry out his name makes him want to imprint his name inside of you.

“s-satoru!” oh god, you’ve done it. you finally said his first name and he’s this close to painting his briefs white in shame. he continues to flick his tongue inside your hole and similar strokes to his humping. “you’re doin’ s’gooddd baby, shit!”

keep praising him and he’s gonna bust. he lifts himself away from your pussy, eyeing the gooey center almost offensively, “why the fuck do you taste so good?” he lands a wad of spit down, as he brings two digits to properly rub his saliva into your essence. the sounds it produces are so wet, it’s damn near filthy. he clicks his tongue, “seriously. ‘s makin’ me mad almost.” he slaps at your cunt twice, watching how your spray down his wrist.

“you s-sure this is your first, hnng, time?” you accuse, to the best of your abilities, as you feel him slip a finger in. you’re so lubricated, the slip inside was easy. pushing past that first ring of muscle, he’s pumping in and out of your cunt with precision, curling his digit as if he’s aiming to find a specific area. “y’know too much— mmph, fuckin’ liar.”

when he thrusts into a specific angle, your thighs tremble terribly around his head. he smirks, found it. “watched a lotta porn.” and he isn’t lying, he thinks back to how he studied the arts of cunningulus, and recalls the double combo. he has to try it, so he’s back to sucking and nibbling at your clit while adding an extra finger inside.

“oh my goddd,” you whine, feeling your limbs liquify in heat from every extremity. he pushes your knee further into your chest, and so you grab ahold of both your thighs. he hums approvingly, dragging his free hand along the soft skin of your legs. “don’t— don’t stop, please don’t stop,”

your toes are curled, back off the mattress and the pain in his scalp is shooting straight down to his cock. he’s rutting and rutting into the wooden frame, the flat surface painfully teasing though it does do the job. or maybe he has you to blame.

he feels saliva dripping down his chin, the way his tongue slides into your folds and feels his knuckles in there. his fingers move in scissoring motions, rotating circles, in and out— all the while repeatedly attacking your golden spot.

you severely underestimated him, and can barely process the orgasm that rips through you when he presses a hand onto your lower belly, “‘m cumming, fuck, ngh, don’t stop—” and you wail, fingernails clawing intensely into his tresses, torn between pushing him away and pulling him in closer. he decides to make that decision for you, stuffing himself as deep as possible to not miss a single drop, and your thighs clench against his ears.

so, gojo satoru is a shameless man. as you flood into his mouth and onto his face, grinding out your orgasm and using him as nothing but a toy for your own high— somewhere along the lines, he feels his briefs are sticky. he moans sluttily into your pussy, hips twitching incessantly as his cock shoots loads of nut into his boxers.

it feels like an eternity yet simultaneously a second when you’ve come down from your high, body twitching as gojo slows down his movements, his finger pumps gradually lessening in intensity and the kitten licks on your abused clit coming to a halt.

his face is soaked. his skin feels moist and damp, a thick air of humidity beginning to grow in the room, but he genuinely couldn’t care less. his eyes are stuck on you, limbs sprawled out limply against your bed, your chest heaving, tiny breaths coming out of your mouth.

he slides out his aching fingers, and pops them back in his mouth, tongue wrapping around his digits so eagerly, basking in your taste once more. absolutely divine,

“christ, i’d make a nasty pornstar.”

gojo won the poll. . . everybody act surprised (°_°)

[canigetahuuuuu]

Hey dude, I wanted to talk to you. I was changing by you in the locker room, and I couldn't help but notice, uh well, that you're trans. I swear, I wasn't trying to be a creep! But listen, I just want to let you know I support you. No matter what anybody used to think, you're obviously a dude now. But hey, if it's not too weird, I was wondering if, like, you have a dick or not? I saw you have those scars on your chest, and I was just curious. You know, it's cool if you don't. I just, I can't picture what it would be like, a dude. You know, it's all good, but hey, if it's not too much to ask, would you mind showing me? I want to be supportive and learn more about you. Hey, I'll show you mine if you show me yours. I'll go first. It's not that big, but I wouldn't call it small, either. I bet yours is awesome, dude. Just pull down your boxers for a sec. I just want a quick peek. Oh wow, you have a mini dick. It's got a head and everything. And it looks so soft. Can I touch it? I just want to feel it. Damn dude, it twitched when I put my finger on it. No, dude, don't apologize, that's totally normal. You want to see mine? Go ahead. Touch it. See? One little touch, and it's moving around like crazy and getting stiffer. Hey look, yours is getting kinda stiff. You're getting hard, too! That's cool. Yours looks wet, too! Mine gets wet a little before I cum. It tastes kinda salty and bitter. But you definitely smell different than how mine usually smells. Can I get closer? I'm just curious. I want to know the difference between your dick and mine. Mmmmm. You smell nice. Can I lick? Just one small one? Just to compare us, that's all. Ok, here we go. Holy shit bro, you taste good. So much better than mine, for sure. Want to try mine? It's starting to get a little wet, like yours. You can see the clear liquid on the tip. Get your mouth on there. You've gotta get the whole experience. It's only right, since you let me get my mouth all on you. Oh wow, man. Your mouth is so warm. Damn, I wouldn't mind if you keep going. Honestly, you should. You'll get a chance to taste my cum. And then after that, I want to try you again. Your dick looks even harder and wetter than before. And hey, I definitely owe you. You're sucking mine, so it's only fair that I return the favor. I'm your bro now. That's what friends are for.

[midnite-c6]

imagine being the more timid type player who would rather stay by themselves unless it’s a team game and Thanos and Namgyu instantly taking notice in you.

in the six legged pentathlon, you are immediately on their team you don’t even get a choice, they would make sure you are right in between them during that game

thanos & nam-gyu imagine!!

vro they would be so INSUFFERABLE

u being in the middle so theyre all up in u when its ur turn to play

zorry guys but i believe theyre so touchy for u I SWEAR

"baby, , you did so good on our team.. don't be shy, wanna come with us?" thanos says in the dark, during lights out, placing his big tatooed hand against yours, lightly tugging on them. "me and my bro here just wants to reward you, yeah?" nam-gyu says, you could still see the white of his eyes, or his sly grin that was showing his teeth in the dark. you're nervous af because you know these two dudes were the first ones to start conflict in the dorms anyway

"come on you seem so quiet," nam-gyu mocks as he touches your cheek. you can't help but let them since you're too scared to defend yourself. "dude, it's always the quiet ones who are the freakiest" thanos whispers into nam-gyu's ear, they both chuckle. "let's test it out, man!"

😛 nsfw warning!->

thanos sloppily thrusts in and out of your crying cunt. your pussy coated in your cum, mixed together with thanos' and nam-gyu's. "fuck, señorita." he mumbled as he peppered your face with kisses, nam-gyu's middle and pointer finger flicking your clit, his other hand sliding in and out of his dick. "come on, it's your turn, dude!" thanos slides out from your cunt, nam-gyu slides inside with a grunt, your cheeks were tear-stained and you can't help but moan despite the situation. "this whore's cunt is crazy wet, you're enjoying it just as much huh?" nam-gyu chuckled, you whine as a response, the man inside you grunted as he fully slid in, balls deep. "fuck bro, this bitch is just as good as getting high." thanos chuckled at his comment, "just as good? she's better ma' boy!" the purple-haired addict exclaims, his hand wrapping your chin, forcing your mouth, that was screaming in pleasure and pain, open. "jeez, you're so loud now, what happened to that shy girl just a few minutes ago?" well... you couldn't help it, and it wasn't like you could say no anyway, afterall, who knows what would happen if you denied their requests. your life's probably on the line.

[reignpage]

Help Me Step-Bro!

Content: dubcon, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, anal

Step-Bro!Choso came with the new house and new husband. Your mother dated a pretty nice guys for about a year before jumping the gun and eloping. Now you have a whole new family: a new father and two new brothers. 

One of them is an adorable little boy, a little ray of sunshine who’s always eager to play and go on adventures. The other is a grungy emo a year older than you, with facial piercings, a tattoo running across his face, messy ponytails, and a sinful body. 

Step-Bro!Choso likes to walk around the house in just his boxers. Having come from an all-male household, he never felt the need to cover up. And though you’ve told him off so many times since you’ve all moved in together, three months ago, he never seems to remember. 

He leaves his room with ruffled hair and plaid pyjama trousers hanging dangerously low on his hips revealing a V-line leading to a place you’ve been trying really hard not to think about. And it’s so hard to when you’ve actually seen the damn thing, and good god, it’s huge -- he really needs to stop forgetting his towel when he comes out of the bathroom. 

“Sorry sis. I forgot again,” he gives you a sheepish shrug. “Bathroom’s free though!”

Step-Bro!Choso is touchy. He loves to cuddle. He does it with Yuji, with his dad, even your mother. Whether it’s just a side hug or one from the back, he does it with everyone, he even greets with his friends with hugs. But with you��

You swear it’s more than just an expression of familial affection. Your new brother doesn’t need to linger, his hands shouldn’t be gripping your hips, arms should not be circling your waist, pushing your tits up and bouncing them when he lifts you. And he really really shouldn’t be rubbing something hard against your ass. 

Step-Bro!Choso swears he can’t sleep when it’s thundering outside. He’s practically shaking when you open your door for him, and what kind of cruel monster would you be if you didn’t let him in? 

“It’s too loud. Can I stay with you for tonight, again?”

So, you lead him to your bed, letting him climb in behind you. His naked back warming your body, arms holding you tight against him whilst he buries his face into the crook of your neck. It’s his tears of fear that wet your skin and not the open-mouthed kisses he’s leaving there, nipping and sucking until your thighs are squeezing together. 

You feel his cold piercings against your skin -- the ones of his eyebrow, and oh no, the one on his tongue?

He pushes his own leg between yours, and his muscular thigh pressing right against your damp panties provides the perfect amount of friction for your throbbing clit. One of his hands creeps under your big shirt, cupping a tit there and letting the weight ground him. He doesn’t pinch your nipples like you’d like him to, just lets you ride his thigh for however long you need. 

Sleep finds both of you after your dull orgasm.

Step-Bro!Choso doesn’t correct people when they think you’re dating. You’d be shopping in a grocery store, his hand tucked inside your jean pocket, cupping your ass, letting you guide him through the aisles. When an elderly lady coos at you both, calling you a lovely pair, he does nothing but grin and bring you closer to press a kiss on your cheek. 

“Thank you! That’s so sweet.” 

He’ll have a smile on for the rest of the day. 

Step-Bro!Choso insists on teaching you how to swim. Tanning by the pool whilst he and Yuji play mermaids isn’t good enough, he says. So, you dip a toe in, testing the temperature, before completely submerging yourself. He comes up behind you, hands on your waist as he encourages you to trust him. 

“Come on! If I can teach Yuji, I can teach you,” he beams at you, his pinky finger tracing the hem of your bikini panties. “Plus, it’s an important skill to have, sis.”

Trusting him, you let his hands wander — he teaches you how to move your arms by guiding them, his hand presses on your stomach to ensure you know how to steady your breath, and he even holds your head down under water to so you know what your limits are. 

You try very hard to ignore that blush on his cheeks when you finally resurface, coughing and spluttering, and the way he's drawn to your heaving chest. Or the fact that his hands kneading your ass serves no educational function, nor does being topless. But he insists that it’s more 'hydrodynamic', that it helps to streamline you when there’s as minimal fabric as possible. 

“I swear, it’s true!” He says as he cups both of your tits under the water whilst your parents come out to the garden, flicking the tips and making the water ripple.

“What are you guys up to?” Your mother asks, more focused on reapplying sunscreen to Yuji’s face. 

Step-Bro!Choso is a good liar. He replies without missing a beat, “Just teaching my sis how to swim.”

Both of your parents seem very proud, likely pleased that everyone’s getting along. Little do they know, you’re getting along very well, if the hot length tucking itself inside your bikini bottom, rubbing along your cheeks, is anything to go by. 

Step-Bro!Choso is a medical expert. When you complain about a headache, instead of paracetamol and a glass of water, he gives you a hands-on service. He promises that it’s a natural and superior method of clearing one of ailments. And he’s older, so he knows more. Of course. As he’s listing off all the benefits, he’s lying you back on the sofa and pulling your shorts down, panties sliding down your legs. 

And then his mouth is on your pussy, licking and sucking all your juices like a man starved. He thrusts his tongue inside, curving it and allowing you to lose yourself to the pleasure, headache forgotten about. Your hands don’t know where to go but he guides them to his ponytails, humming in satisfaction when you don’t hesitate to pull him closer to your sloppy pussy. 

“God, I knew you'd taste as good as you look,” he mutters against your clit. 

There’s shuffling outside the front door and your eyes dart to the wiggling handle. Panicked, you’re trying to push his face away, hissing at him to let you go because your parents came home earlier than planned. 

Step-Bro!Choso only pins your thighs to the sofa with greater strength and dives into your cunt with increased fervour. He’s practically making out with your pussy, his eyes rolling back whilst he kneels on the floor, worshiping your body like he has no care in the world. 

“It’s okay, sissy. I locked the door and took their keys,” he whines into your clit, the vibrations wringing a silent moan from you, the metal ball on his tongue providing delicious friction. “Just cum before they find the spare key under the plant pot.”

And you do. 

Right as the door swings open, you’re being covered with a blanket, and your stepbrother is wiping his chin with his sleeve and offering to help his father with the heavy groceries, pressing a kiss right onto your mother’s cheek and never breaking eye contact with you. 

“Darling, why are you so flushed?” Your new father asks, his hand pressing against your forehead. 

Step-Bro!Choso yells from the kitchen, “Oh, she said she had a headache. But don’t worry, I took care of it!”

He sure did. And he continues to do every time you have a headache and even when you don’t. Sometimes, you’ll be in the kitchen, looking over the living room where your parents are watching TV, chopping vegetables across the kitchen island. He’ll come to offer his assistance and instead of sorting the boiling pot on the hob or setting the table, he, instead, drops to his knees again, pulls your shorts down, and stuff his face into your ass. 

You blame the wet noises of the pasta that is way past al dente by now when your mother asks what all the hubbub is. 

Step-Bro!Choso sits in the back of the car with you. Your parents are at the front, Yuji is in his car seat beside you, asleep, and your thigh is pressed against your older stepbrother’s ripped jeans. Whilst the two argue about the directions, he throws his jacket over your laps and leads your hand to his hard on. 

When you unzip his jeans and let his cock spring free, your eyes remain on your parents, scared they’ll see the odd placement of the jacket, the way you’re both blushing and biting your lips, and the fact that something is moving up and down, getting faster and faster underneath. 

“What do you guys want to eat?” His dad asks, pulling up to a fast-food chain. 

You reply, “Whatever’s good with me.”

And Step-Bro!Choso whispers in your ear, “My little sister’s pussy is the best taste in the world.”

Because of that, you have to drag his hand under his own jacket and into your panties, ensuring he wastes no time in curling them inside you to poke at the spongy spot that leaves you breathless and writhing. The heel of his palm rubs against your clit just as you thumb at his slit. You moan. 

“What was that?” Your mother asks. 

Step-Bro!Choso laughs. “I think she’s really hungry.”

“Well, you have to be patient because it’s going to take a while.”

He’s kneading your clit harder and faster, your chest rising and falling with every shallow breath, desperate to keep the noise down despite how good you’re feeling. But just as you’re about to cum, he slips his hand out and accepts the greasy bag of burgers and fries from his dad and digs in. 

Staring, aghast and all crazy, he ignores your glare and pops a fry into his mouth. He puts on a big show of sucking his fingers clean, his tongue getting deep between them. He groans, “I could eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

Step-Bro!Choso hates your guy friend. You’ve known him far longer than you’ve known your new brother and he’s always been welcome into your home. But for some reason, your usually sweet and kind stepbrother scowls and curses under his breath when he comes over. He even makes sure Yuji doesn’t interact with him, talking about 'stranger danger'.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom mid movie and when you enter, you’re being pushed deeper before the door closes and locks behind you. When you turn to look at your attacker, your vision is obscured by a face tattoo and glinting metal; he kisses you. It’s a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, but so damn good. 

Spinning you around, he pins your front onto the cold ceramic sink, your leggings pulled all the way off and you find your parties being stuffed in your mouth. 

“Don’t like that guy, sissy,” he pouts into your ear, spreading your wetness all over your thighs, almost as if he’s reminding himself that it’s all for him. “Want you all to myself.”

After he wrangles an orgasm out of you with his fingers, your moans muffled by the flimsy fabric of your thong, he’s pushing inside your sopping cunt with his fat cock. The stretch is delectable, it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, spine arching and ass thrusting back into him. 

"This pussy's all I've been thinking about, from the first time I met you," he confesses and it draws out your orgasm further.

Step-Bro!Choso pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, keeping you arched all pretty for him as he plunges again and again into your pussy, hitting that spot inside of you that makes you cream on his cock in relentless waves, until you’re creating a ring of white at the base. 

"So -ngh- tight! Fuck, sis! Don't clench down on me, gonna cum!"

He can’t keep his eyes off you; your pussy won’t let him go, it’s sucking him back in with every thrust, every ramming and lunging of his hips. And your asshole is fluttering, winking at him, and he just has to thumb at it, tracing the rim.

“Hph, Cho!” You cry out through your panties. 

“Sorry,” he keeps repeating. “It was calling for me!”

You’re fucking yourself back onto him, meeting every thrust, and loving the sting of your scalp as he pulls at your hair. And when he pushes that thumb in, you cum all over his cock. Juices flying, he can only whimper and whine when his orgasm soon follows, his cum painting your walls white and burning his imprints there, marking his territory. 

Whimpering in your ear, he mutters, "Fuck! So good, so fucking good!"

Step-Bro!Choso doesn’t let you catch your breath before he kisses you again, muttering something indiscernible into your mouth, rolling that tongue piercing between you. You break away with a string of saliva, glistening under the light. And then he pecks your lips once last time with a happy hum. 

“You’re such a good sister,” he smiles toothily. And then he’s kneeling between your legs to slurp up the cum dripping from your gaping pussy, cleaning you up before he lifts the leggings back into the place and sends you off into your merry way. 

When you return, the movie’s long finished and your friend is packing up to go. 

“Y’know, I think your brother brought over a girl. They were really loud.” He’s frowning as he steps out into the front porch. “She sounded like a real slut. You probably shouldn’t let her be around your family.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t notice your blush, or the wet spot between your legs. 

He’s probably right; the girl in the bathroom, and in the car, in the kitchen, the living room, and the pool was a real slut. But she doesn’t care, because her brother’s taking very good care of her. 

And when Step-Bro!Choso appears in your bedroom late at night, when your parents and little brother, are dead asleep, you don’t hesitate to spread your legs so he can dive his face between them, licking up the cum that’s still leaking from your pussy. 

Who cares about family when you’re going to make your own tonight and every night from now on?

Certainly not Step-Bro!Choso who’s proposing when you get on all fours, face planted in the pillows and hands spreading your cheeks open for him so he can fuck your ass too. 

Being a big brother fucking rules!

[beloveds-embrace]

AND ALSO POLY!141

joking around and calling them your brothers and they go deathly silent because what do you mean tou don’t see them romantically? doesn’t matter if they’re already involved with each other they want you to be just as involved too.

also this is toxic but threatening your various dates, stalking them and taking them out (not in the romantic way) so they have an excuse to hold you close. you get comforted, and they get to embrace your warmth #win-win

Friendzoned? Nah, it’s bro-zoned now 😭

The one good thing about grueling and long missions- were the post-missions.

Without fail, each time, you’d be invited to their house where Price would grill up something delicious and juicy on the barbecue, and everyone would be able to unwind. You enjoyed that time, spending it and relaxing with them.

The dynamic you all shared was easy, comfortable, and fun- at least for you.

You rolled your eyes and tossed a fry at Johnny, who caught it in his mouth with a proud grin and wagged his eyebrows, daring you to try again. “You’re like an annoying big brother, you know that?” you huffed at last, a matching grin on your face.

Johnny froze mid-chew, but you didn’t notice, too busy thinking. “Actually… all of you are like annoying big brothers, now that I think about it.”

You chuckles at your own thought, grabbing another fry from your plate and popping it into your mouth without once realizing the shift in the atmosphere. You didn’t catch the way Soap’s grin had vanished completely or how Price’s hand tightened around the armrest of his chair. Gaz’s usual easy smile was gone, replaced with a cold, unreadable expression, and Ghost… well, Ghost’s dark stare had become a touch more menacing.

The silence hung heavy, but you were blissfully unaware, waving your hand dismissively when no one responded. Your focus was on your phone, scrolling through your social medias. “What? You all went quiet on me.”

Soap cleared his throat, but it came out strained, his voice low. “Brother, huh?”

You hummed absently. “Yeah, you know- family. You guys are my family. Like brothers, watching each other’s backs and all that.”

Price exhaled slowly, sitting back in his chair and running a hand over his beard. “Family.” He repeated, almost under his breath, his voice calm but tight.

Gaz tapped his fingers against the table once, then twice, before stopping abruptly. “Is that all we are to you?” he asked casually enough, though his tone carried an edge you didn’t catch.

“Of course,” you replied with a shrug, not bothering to look up from your food and phone. “I mean, it’d be weird to think of you any other way. You’re my team, my brothers-in-arms.”

You missed the way Ghost’s hands curled into fists on the table, his knuckles white, or the way Soap’s jaw clenched, demeanor replaced with something far darker. Price exchanged a look with Gaz, silent communication passing between them while you obliviously chewed on your steak, still oblivious to the storm brewing around you.

If you’d glanced up, even for a second, you might’ve noticed the way their gazes lingered on you- too intense, too sharp. But you didn’t. And they weren’t about to correct you.

Not yet, anyways.

The first time it happened, you didn’t connect the dots.

Your date, some charming guy you met at a café off base, canceled on you last minute, claiming he “didn’t feel safe” after someone left a threatening note on his car windshield. You shrugged it off as a weird coincidence- maybe it was the universe looking out for you, even. You didn’t want to be dragged into whatever that guy was stuck in.

The second time, a woman from the gym you’d been chatting with stopped replying to your texts entirely after she mentioned being followed home one night. You’d honestly tried to call and check on her, but she just… blocked you. Weird.

By the third time, when a guy you’d met on a dating app ghosted you entirely after his apartment was mysteriously broken into, you started to suspect something was up.

You mentioned it offhandedly to the team one evening, voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t know what’s going on, but every time I try to date someone, something weird happens. It’s like the universe doesn’t want me to find someone!”

Soap hummed, a little too casually, but you simply discarded that thought. “Maybe the universe knows what’s best for you, bonnie.”

Gaz leaned back in his chair, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Or maybe these people weren’t good enough for you anyway.”

“You’ve got us to look after you. Don’t need anyone else mucking things up.” Even Price added in his own two cents, making you pause.

You laughed, thinking they were joking, but Ghost’s silence was unsettling- actually, none of them were laughing. He just stared at you, his eyes glinting in a way that made your stomach twist. But that was normal for your L.T… even if it’s been quite a long while since he’s made you feel like that.

The fourth time, it wasn’t just a weird incident. It was a full-on assault.

You were on another date- though even you had to admit this one was just… not going well. He was too dismissive, too loud, and the first thing he’d said before you even sat down was that you’d split the bill, and then he made a comment about you eating too much.

You’d sent a simple text to the team groupchat, telling them you really weren’t enjoying this one, and they’d left you on read. Bastards.

But then you date had been walking you to your car when someone stepped out of the shadows- a big, familiar hulking figure in a balaclava. Your date didn’t even have time to react before they were on the ground, unconscious.

“Come on,” Simon said, gently but firmly clasping his hand around yours. You were too shocked to even say anything- what the fuck? “Let’s get you home.”

You didn’t argue. Your heart was pounding too hard, and Simon took advantage of that to guide you to his car.

“Simon-“

“No.”

And thus the silence continued.

When you got back to their house, the others were waiting for you. Price immediately pulled you into a hug before you could demand answers, his hands firm but gentle on your lower back. “You’re safe now.” He murmured, as if soothing an angry kitten lashing out at him from fear. Despite your confusion and the flurry of emotions swirling in your chest, the tension in your body began to melt anyways, always so trusting of your Captain.

Gaz’s hand brushed against yours as he handed you a steaming cup of tea immediately once Price let go of you. His smile was kind, but his eyes seemed… off. Too sharp. “Drink this, yeah? It’ll help.” He said, his fingers lingering a second too long before retreating.

Before you could question the strange atmosphere, Soap tugged you down to sit beside him on the couch. His arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you close as though you were on the verge of breaking. “You’ll be alright,” he murmured, tone light yet firm. “We’ve got you.”

Simon remained silent, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed. His presence loomed heavy in the room, his gaze never straying from you. It wasn’t comforting exactly- more like being caught in the sights of a predator lying in wait. Is this what the enemy soldiers thought and felt? You pitied them- but more than that you pitied yourself.

Your hands tightened around the warm mug, your confusion bubbling up like a shaken-up fizzy drink. “Okay, what the hell is going on?” You glanced between them, searching for answers. “Simon knocked out my date! What if he presses charges? And what’s with all this- this hovering?”

“Hovering?” Soap echoed, his arm tightening ever so slightly. “We’re making sure you’re alright, bonnie. That’s all. You said your date wasn’t good, no?”

Price leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke calmly, like he was explaining something obvious to a stubborn recruit. “That man wasn’t worth your time. None of your dates have been. They can’t protect you- not the way we can.”

“What are you even talking about?” you demanded, finally pulling away from Soap’s hold. Yet the feeling of being a bleeding sheep surrounded by wolves didn’t abate. “You’ve been acting so weird lately- ever since I mentioned dating. If there’s something you’re not telling me, just spit it out!”

Gaz sighed, his tone carrying a note of exasperation as he leaned against the couch. “We’re trying to keep you safe, love. Every time you step out with someone, you’re putting yourself at risk. You don’t know these people like we do.”

Your stomach churned. “What do you mean-?”

Gaz chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it, and you did not laugh. “Do you think we’d let you go out with someone without knowing everything about them first? Their names, their jobs, their pasts…” His voice dropped, a edge bleeding into his words. “How to get rid of them.”

Your blood ran cold, and you stared between them. They were dead serious, you realized. “That’s… You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”

No one answered.

Simon pushed off the wall, his massive frame closing the distance between you in just a few steps. He crouched down in front of you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You were essentially boxed in from all sides. “We’re not joking. You don’t need anyone else. You’ve got us.”

“…This isn’t normal.” You whispered, your voice shaky as you tried to process what you were hearing. “This- I don’t-“

“It is normal,” Price’s voice was steady and calm, eyes dark. “For us. For the people who care about you most.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as the implications of their words sank in. They weren’t just being overprotective or overbearing. They were sabotaging your dates, controlling who could get close to you, and now- God, had they hurt people? How many had they hurt? All those people- you-

Your hands trembled, though you braved on even if bravery was the last thing you felt. “You can’t just decide this for me. I’m not some possession you can keep to yourselves.”

“We’re not keeping you from anything you need,” Gaz spoke so softly, you could trick yourself into believing he was saying you could leave and this was all just a mean prank. “We’re protecting you from what you don’t.”

“You should be thanking us,” Proce sighed, pulling out a cigar to smoke. Yet his eyes did not leave you even once, not even for a single second. “We’re the reason you’ve been safe so far.”

Simon’s gloved hands rested on your knees, pinning you down to the couch. “We’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice low and almost soothing. “Always.”

You wanted to argue, to push them away, but the realization- the full weight of what they had done hit you like a freight train. You stood abruptly, pushing past Simon and cutting through the tense silence in the room. Their eyes followed your every move, like predators watching prey.

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” you stammered, stepping back toward the door. “This isn’t normal. None of this is normal. You can’t just- control my life like this!”

“Sit down, love.” Price said, his voice calm, but the edge in it was unmistakable.

“No, no,” you shot back, shaking your head as you took another step toward the door. “I’m leaving. I need some space. This- this is insane.”

Gaz rose from his chair, moving to block your path to the exit. His expression was so deceptively soft, but his stance was firm, unyielding. “You’re not thinking clearly, love.” He said, low. “Just sit down. We’ll talk it through.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you snapped, your voice rising with panic. “You’ve been stalking me- sabotaging my life! That’s not protection. That’s obsession!”

Soap stood then, and his expression made you flinch. He stepped closer, effectively boxing you in again as he joined Gaz. “We’re not letting you walk out that door.” He said simply, but his words were anything but.

You turned toward the only other way out, but Simon was already there, his massive frame looming in the doorway to the hall. He didn’t say a word, just stared, his presence alone enough to make your stomach twist.

Your breathing quickened as you turned back to Price, the only one still seated, though his gaze was sharp and calculating. “You can’t keep me here, Price,” you said, your voice trembling but still clinging to the traces of defiance. “You don’t have the right-“

“We do have the right,” Price interrupted, standing slowly. The sheer authority- the sheer finality in his voice made your knees weak. “Because we’re the only ones who care about you the way we do. The only ones who’ll keep you safe. Your team, remember, darling?”

“This isn’t safety,” you hissed, backing toward the wall. “This is prison.”

Price mouthed the word, then huffed a humorless laugh. “We’re not locking you up. But we will stop you from running into danger. Even if you don’t understand it now, you’ll thank us later.”

“You can’t just-“

“Enough,” Simon cut in, sharp and blunt, his voice cutting through your protests like a knife. “You’re not leaving. Not now. Not ever.”

Your back hit the wall, your escape routes blocked on all sides. Your chest heaved as you looked at each of them, searching for even a sliver of remorse. But all you saw was determination, faces set in stone…

Much like your fate.

[runa-falls]

size kink with miguel 👀

yes, nonnie, of course.

edit: bro, i'm sorry, this got away from me...

cw: smut (18+), size kink, somnophilia, oral (m-recieving), dry (wet?) humping, the big stretch™️, crying ;-;, finger riding, teasing/edging, free-use (miguel hehe), piv, tummy bulge, overstimulation, cockwarming, uhhh i think that's it???

miguel is so big, he could only slide against your pussy during the first few months of dating you 😵‍💫

you're barely able to take him into your mouth, let alone down your throat, but you still try your best, giving him sweet licks against the sensitive head and sucking him in with a soft moan.

he loves watching you. how everything about you is smaller -- and not because you're smaller, but bc he's just insanely big.

he needed to be the one to stop you from fucking him the first time. you were so desperate to get him inside of you, convincing him with breathy whines that you can take it, you'll be good for him + stretch out as much as he needed.

though he thoroughly prepped you, he could barely push himself into you and as soon as his tip breached your entrance, you cried out and he could barely move.

he had to grit his teeth when he felt how hot and tight you were, almost losing control when you fluttered around him from the intensity of stretch. he slowly pulled out with a heavy groan, eyes blazing red and claws ripping into the mattress next to your head.

he let you pout, whine, and beg for him to try again, but he wouldn't give in. he was too scared of hurting you.

you mewled and writhed in his arms, whining about how you crave being stretched and filled. the only way he could sate you was by plunging two fingers into your cunt, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot until you're shaking in his hold.

of course, he makes up for his refusal to fuck you.

miguel is a sweet boyfriend: he'll let you grind your naked body over him at any time of the day until you're seeing white and cumming against him, completely soaking his sweatpants as tears spill from your eyes.

he lets you tease him as much as you want, sliding your dripping pussy over his cock until he's unbearably hard and spurting precum all over himself.

he even lets you ride his fingers, letting you take his arm away from whatever he's working on so you can comfortably roll your hips over him and grind your clit against the palm of his hand.

when he finally does fuck you, it's impossible to get him away from you (not that you mind). miguel is mesmerized by how well your smaller body can take him. how you squeeze around him so sweetly, gushing and trembling as he moves against you.

he loves seeing the outline of cock pressing against your tummy, how he can literally see himself move into you as your body struggles to make enough room. he pushes down on it and you get infinitely tighter. his scarlet eyes stares up at your euphoric expression, pretty lips shaped into an O for him as your eyes roll back with pleasure.

miguel, as spider-man, has no refractory period. usually, he'd stop after two or three rounds, but now that he's felt your molten heat over him, the way you shudder around his cock when you cum, he can't get enough.

even when you're filled to the brim with his cum, he still hard inside of you, fucking you harshly until you're dripping everything onto the sheets below you.

<cw: somnophilia>

sometimes you're so exhausted, so delirious with pleasure, that you pass out while he's still rutting into you. the first time it happened he freaked out a little, hoping he didn't push you to far. once you gave him the green light to continue, so turned on by the fact he can fuck you to sleep, he doesn't hesitate to take you all the way.

you regularly wake up with a pleasant soreness between your legs. miguel makes sure to show you extra soft loving in the mornings, cooing about how sweet and pliable you were the night before. sometimes you wake up and he's still inside of you, face cutely nuzzled against the back of your neck.

UM ANYWAY-- 🫠👀

[lupinqs]

RIVAL ━━ paige bueckers x notre dame!reader

☆ ━ summary: you and paige have been rivals—and a little more—for as long as you can remember.

☆ ━ word count: 8.0K

☆ ━ warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral (p receiving), fingering (r receiving), scissoring

☆ ━ links: my masterlist, inspired by this req

☆ ━ author’s note: bro im aware this was requested months ago mb. also this ain’t proofread so sorry abt that

THE CROWD is on its feet, the roar of Purcell Pavilion echoing like a thunder lap as the final seconds wind down. You stand at the top of the key, dribbling the ball slowly, deliberately, letting the clock bleed out. The scoreboard burns bright above you—79-68—an eleven-point win over UConn. Over her.

Your grin comes easy, the kind of unfiltered satisfaction that only comes from beating someone who brings out the worst—and best—in you. Sonia’s on you in a second, arm slung around your neck as she shakes you by the shoulders. “Three straight, baby!” she yells over the deafening noise, her laughter wild and bright.

You can’t help but laugh with her, your chest still heaving, lungs burning from forty relentless minutes of pure ball. But the ache is worth it. Wins like this always are.

Your teammates are already flooding the court, celebrating the win like it’s the last one they’ll ever get. Coaches clap backs, players smack palms, and there’s a hum of pride rolling through the group. But your eyes, despite everything else, sweep the UConn bench, finding her almost instinctively.

Paige.

She’s standing near half court, hands on her hips, jaw set tight. Her expression is unreadable from this distance—frustration masked with something colder, more controlled. The scoreboard’s glare reflects in her eyes, a harsh reminder of what she’s leaving with tonight.

You can’t help it—you smirk to yourself, just a little. Wins like this always feel good, but they feel so much better when they come at Paige Bueckers’ expense.

The handshake line forms, a conga line of sportsmanship stitched together by half-hearted mumbles of “good game” and fleeting eye contact. You shuffle into place, still riding the adrenaline high of a big win, but as the line inches closer to Paige, you feel your focus narrow, the noise dulling into a low hum.

When it’s finally her, you straighten instinctively, your chin lifting just slightly. Paige doesn’t say anything at first—she just looks at you, blue eyes sharp and unblinking, mouth pressed into a thin line. She looks pissed. She’s always a little pissed when you win, and, if you’re being honest, that might be your favorite version of her.

“Good game,” you offer, your voice low, casual, just for her.

Her hand grips yours harder than it probably needs to, fingers curling tight around your palm. “Yeah,” she says, curt, her tone clipped in that way it always is after a loss.

There’s a pause—half a second at most, but it stretches, full of something heavy and unspoken. Paige’s gaze flicks to yours, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you. The crowd fades, your teammates are ghosts in the corner of your vision, and the scoreboard’s garish glow feels a mile away.

You don’t say anything else, but you tilt your chin in a subtle nod, just enough to let her know you understand. That you’ll see her later. That, like always, this isn’t over.

Her eyes harden slightly—defiance, maybe, or something close to it—but she doesn’t let go right away. Not until the moment lingers long enough to be noticed.

When she finally does release your hand, Paige moves on, the line pulling her away, but you don’t miss the way her shoulders are still stiff, the way she walks off the court like she has something to prove.

She always does.

You stay there for a moment longer than you probably should, watching as she disappears into the tunnel, before Sonia’s voice yanks you back to the present.

“Yo, you good?” she asks, nudging your shoulder. “You spacing out on me, or what?”

You blink, pulling your focus back to her with a quick shake of your head. “Yeah, I’m good Just—” You exhale sharply, cracking another grin. “I just love beating them.”

Sonia laughs loudly, her voice echoing in the arena as the last of the fans begin to filter out. “You’re so insufferable.”

“Yeah,” you agree, slinging your arm around her shoulders as you head for the locker room. “I know.”

But the truth is, there’s only one person you love beating more than anyone else.

And you know she’ll make you pay for it later.

YOU’VE KNOWN Paige Bueckers for years, long before the media darling and All-American titles. Before the NCAA Tournaments, the SportsCenter highlights, the endless headlines that crowned her the future of women’s basketball.

Back then, it was just Hopkins and Wayzata.

Two high schools. Two teams. Two players who hated each other’s guts.

Everyone in the Minneapolis area knew the rivalry. Hopkins was a powerhouse, an unstoppable juggernaut led by Paige, the prodigy who’d been making headlines since middle school. You, on the other hand, played for Wayzata—a damn good team in its own right, but always the underdog. And you? You were the underdog that refused to back down.

You didn’t like Paige. Paige didn’t like you.

At least, that’s what you told yourselves.

Every time your teams faced off, it was war. Ever loose ball was a fight. Every possession was personal. The two of you went at each other like you were trying to settle something bigger than a basketball game, and the rivalry had anyone who knew Minnesota ball talking.

And yeah, sure, maybe that rivalry bled into other things sometimes. Post-game locker rooms, sideline trash talk, way too much adrenaline and pent-up frustration. You’d run into each other at some after-party, fresh off a loss or a win, and before you knew it, you’d be toe-to-toe again—snapping at each other, trying to prove something neither of you could articulate.

Sometimes, those arguments ended in a little more than words.

You don’t let yourself think about those nights often, but they happened. You against a wall, her pressed close, teeth grazing lips. Too much energy, too much anger, too much of everything. Paige always made you feel like you were on the edge of something sharp, like one wrong move would send you both tumbling over.

But then she graduated. Went to Connecticut.

And you were still stuck in high school, forced to watch as she became exactly what everyone said she would: the superstar, the golden child, the future. While you were still clawing your way out, Paige was climbing higher. National Freshman of the Year. National Player of the Year. First-Team All-American. All that stupid shit.

By the time you joined Notre Dame as a freshman, she was already Paige Bueckers. You told yourself it didn’t matter. That you didn’t care. That what happened in high school was in the past.

But then you saw her again.

The first time you were meant to play her, in Storrs, you got COVID and restrictions kept you in South Bend. You’d watched on the screen as her knee buckled, though, and you’d sent her a text afterwards. You’re still not sure why you did.

The second time, she was in Indiana, but she wasn’t playing. ACL. You’d won, basking in it, and when you walked into the handshake line and saw her standing there, looking just as pissed as she always does, it all came rushing back.

That night, you ended up in her hotel room.

And it’s been the same ever since.

Which is why you’re here now, glancing at your phone again, double-checking the room number she texted you—just the number, no words, no punctuation, like you’d automatically know what she wanted. And, annoyingly, she was right. You always do.

Two sharp knocks. The sound echoes slightly in the otherwise silent hotel hall.

The pause that follows is long enough to make you shift your weight, suddenly aware of the way your pulse is thrumming in your ears. Then, the lock clicks, and the door swings open, and there she is.

Paige leans one shoulder against the doorframe, her expression unreadable, though the tight set of her jaw betrays her. Her UConn gear has been swapped for a loose white tee and grey sweatpants. Her hair is damp at the edges, curling slightly at the ends, and there’s a faint flush on her cheeks—anger, exhaustion, maybe both.

“Eleven points,” she says, not bothering with a hello. Her voice is low, and you’re not sure whether it’s meant to be an insult or an observation.

You raise an eyebrow, letting your lips pull into a smirk. “We’ve done worse.”

Which you have, last year at her home, in her gym, in front of her fans. It was a good night, to say the least.

But the comment earns you a sharp look, her blue eyes narrowing like she’s trying to decide whether to slam the door in your face. Instead, she exhales sharply through her nose and steps aside, leaving the door open just enough for you to slip inside.

The room is dim, lit only by the muted TV, playing some late-night SportsCenter recap. The air smells faintly like hotel soap and her shampoo, clean and sharp and so unmistakably her. You stand near the desk, leaning casually against it as the door clicks shut behind you.

Paige doesn’t say anything right away, just crosses her arms over her chest and stares at you, her gaze dragging from your shoes to your face, tracking every detail.

“You don’t waste time,” she says finally, the words clipped but not entirely unkind.

“Why would I?” you shoot back, shrugging. “You texted me, remember?”

The corner of her mouth twitches—annoyance, amusement, it’s always hard to tell with her. She takes a step closer, her arms still folded tight against her chest, her stance defensive even as she invades your space.

“You played well tonight,” she mumbles, like the words physically hurt to say.

“Better than you,” you reply instantly, because of course you do.

Her eyes flash, and the tension between you tightens, sharp and immediate. “You think you’re funny?” she asks, her voice soft and dangerous, a stark contrast to the fire in her eyes.

“I know I’m funny,” you tell her, leaning a little further against the desk. “And you know it, too. I mean, why else would you have texted me?”

She scoffs, the sound low, and takes another step closer. “I texted you because I didn’t want to go to bed pissed off.”

“And yet, here we are,” you reply, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Guess that’s what losing does to you.”

It happens faster than you can process. She closes the distance between you in a blink, grabbing the front of your hoodie and pulling you forward until there’s no space left between you. And then you’re backed into the wall before you know it, your breath catching as Paige tilts her head just slightly, lips hovering over yours, hand braced on the surface next to your face.

“You’re so goodman irritating,” she says, voice quieter now but no less biting.

“Yeah,” you mumble back, tilting your jaw up towards her a little. “I know.”

And then her lips are on yours, quick and rough and bruising, like she’s trying to steal the breath from your lungs. It’s not soft, not gentle—nothing with Paige ever is. Her hand finds your throat, not squeezing exactly, but firm enough to make your head tilt back, pressing you harder into the wall. The cool surface dogs into your shoulders, and the air between you is charged with something you don’t know how to name but feel in every nerve of your body.

It’s a fight as much as it is a kiss—messy and unrelenting, both of you trying to claim the upper hand. Her teeth graze your bottom lip, just enough to make you gasp, and she uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that’s both calculated and desperate.

Your hands tangle in her damp hair, pulling harder than you need to, just to get a reaction out of her. She groans against your mouth, low and guttural, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. You tug again, and she presses into you more, her knee nudging between your legs, her free hand gripping your waist like she’s trying to keep you exactly where she wants you.

But you’re not about to let her win that easily.

You push back, twisting your fingers in her hair to angle her head in the way you want, tongue clashing with hers roughly. Paige won’t have that, though, and responds by pressing her forearm against your collarbone, pinning you harder against the wall. The weight of it makes your chest heave, your pulse pounding beneath her palm where it still rests lightly at your throat.

And then she’s kissing you again, harder this time, like she’s trying to prove a point. Her teeth scrape against your lip once more, and you pull at her hair harshly in retaliation, dragging her closer even as you try to push her away. It’s a constant push and pull, a battle neither of you is ever willing to lose.

Her knee shifts higher, pressing against your clothed clit just enough to make you gasp, and you claw at her, nails digging into the skin of her neck. She pulls back, just slightly, her lips barely brushing against yours as she smirks.

“You need somethin’?” she asks, her voice rough and smug as she pushes her knee further up against you, just enough to give your cunt some friction. Her hand hand slides from your throat to your jaw, tilting your head up.

Your eyes narrow, and you tug her hair harder, forcing her head back so you can capture her lips again. It’s a messy clash of teeth and tongues, and her fingers dig hard against the side of your neck, hard enough that you’re sure it’ll leave marks, and the thought makes your blood run faster. She continues to bounce her knee up against you, giving you enough stimulation that your skin starts to flush.

She has the upper hand right now. But you’re not ready to give her that. Not yet.

So, your fingers wrap around her forearm, nails pressing into her skin as you wrench it off of you, breaking the pin she had against your chest. Paige stumbles back a step, caught off guard for just a fraction of a second, and it’s all the opening you need.

You grin at her, stepping forward so your chests are pressed together. You hum, sounding sickly sweet. “You good there, Bueckers?”

Her jaw tightens, blue eyes flashing with something dark and unyielding, and she opens her mouth—probably to say something sharp, something to cut you down—but you don’t give her the chance. Your hands find her shoulders, pushing at her chest, forcing her to step back. She resists at first, her feet digging into the carpet, but you push harder, guiding her backwards, step by step, until her calves hit the edge of the bed.

She barely has time to process before you give her one final shove, and she falls onto the mattress with a slight bounce, propping herself up on her elbows, staring up at you with a mixture of irritation and something else—something you recognize all too well.

Lust.

You let her see the smirk tugging at your lips, the way you’re taking your time climbing onto the bed after her, the deliberate drag of your body as you crawl over her. You straddle her hips, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of her, and you can feel the sharp inhale she takes, the tension coiling in her body beneath you.

“I fucking hate you,” she mutters, her voice low and rough, her hands twitching where they rest against the bed like she’s trying to decide whether to touch you or throw you off of her.

Your grin is nothing short of wicked as you lean down, your lips barely brushing against hers. “Feeling’s mutual,” you tell her.

Her fingers flex against the sheets, gripping them like she’s trying to keep herself from grabbing you, from flipping you over and ruining you right then and there. You can see the way her jaw ticks, the way her chest rises and falls beneath you, and it’s intoxicating, knowing you have her like this.

“You piss me off,” she says, but her voice is weaker now, her resolve clearly crumbling with every inch you close between you.

“Good,” you murmur, just before you close the distance, pressing your lips to hers again.

This time, it’s a little different.

The fight is still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it’s wrapped in something more desperate, more aching. You kiss her hard, but she meets you with equal force, shoving her tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. Her hands finally snap up to your waist, gripping at your sweatshirt like she’s been holding back for too long and can’t anymore.

You rock your hips slightly, just to tease, just to get a reaction out of her, and it works—she groans into your mouth, fingers sliding under your sweatshirt and tightening against your skin like she wants to leave marks. And maybe she does. Maybe you do, too.

You continue kissing her, messily, tugging at her lips with your teeth, sliding your tongue with hers. You feel some of her spit fall onto your chin but you can’t find it in yourself to care, too busy lazily canting your hips against hers, letting out barely-there sighs into her mouth.

And then her hands are at the hem of your sweatshirt, fingers curling into the fabric before she yanks it up and over your head in one swift motion. The sudden cool air against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, but the way Paige’s eyes darken as she takes you in, the way her lips part just slightly—it’s enough to replace the chill with a heat that spreads through you like wildfire.

She makes a noise, low in her throat, her hands pinching your waist before sliding up, kneading at your covered breasts through your sports bra. The pressure makes your breath hitch just slightly, and you drop your forehead against hers for just a second, just to ground yourself. But you don’t stay still for long.

Your lips begin to trail, dragging along the infuriatingly sharp line of her jaw before finding her neck. You nip at the sensitive skin there, sucking just hard enough to hear her exhale sharply through her nose, her fingers twitching against your ribs.

“Gonna leave a mark?” she mutters, tilting her head to give you more room even as she tries to sound unimpressed.

You smirk against her skin. “Maybe.”

You bite again, a little harder, and she curses softly under her breath, her fingers pressing into your sides. It makes you grin against her pulse point, flicking your tongue out lightly. But before you can tease her again, her hands are moving, slipping beneath your sports bra, her thumbs brushing just below the band. The feeling has your stomach tensing, your heart pounding, but before she can get any further, you decide turnabout is fair play.

You find the hem of her t-shirt, and she lets you pull it up and over her head, tossing it to the side without a second thought. The moment you realize she’s not wearing a bra, a rush of heat pools low in your stomach. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, gaze trailing over her bare tits, small but perky.

Paige watches you, chest heaving a little too fast, a flicker of something teasing in her expression. “Like what you see?”

You scoff, dragging your nails down her toned abs, watching as she shivers beneath you. “You wish,” you say, though you both know that yes, you are definitely enjoying the view.

She grins, cocky and annoying, but it vanishes the second your hands roam up her stomach, fingertips brushing deliberately against her ribs before settling on her tits. Her breath catches, her smirk faltering for just a second, and you know you’ve got her.

“You were saying?” you murmur, leaning in again, your lips ghosting over the base of her throat.

She exhales sharply, and you feel it more than you hear it, the warmth of her breath rushing against your ear. Then, her hands slide down your back, gripping your waist with enough force to make your head spin.

She doesn’t respond to your question and it makes you let out a satisfied hum. You’re working your lips again now, trailing them down, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her collarbone before moving lower, tasting the salt of her skin. She doesn’t make a sound, though you can feel her heart racing against your lips. She’s too stubborn to do that yet, too determined to act like this doesn’t affect her the way you know it does.

But you feel the truth in the way her fingers dig into your back, just enough to send a thrill down your spine. Your smirk only widens against her, your lips brushing over the swell of her left breast, before your tongue darts out, sloppily swirling it over her pert nipple. She arches into you a little, even more so when your hand reaches up to tweak and pinch at her other nipple, making sure she’s evened out.

You hum once more, sucking on her skin as you glance up, only to see her already staring down at you, pale cheeks flushed red. The sight makes you smile, a little evilly, your mouth pulling away from her nipple with a quick pop.

And then you’re reaching down, your hands sliding to the waistband of her sweats, fingers hooking around them. You don’t pull them off right away, though. No, that would be too easy. Instead, you drag your fingers along the edge, just barely skimming her skin, watching the way her abdominal muscles tense, the way her breathing stutters slightly.

You glance up at her once more, and there’s fire in her eyes, that sharp, unyielding intensity that’s always been so distinctly Paige. Even now, even like this, she won’t back down. It makes your chest constrict a little, something equal parts frustration and admiration, though you’d never admit the latter out loud.

“Quit staring at me,” she mutters roughly, her hands gripping at your back like she’s not sure if she wants to pull you closer or push you away.

Your lips curl into the familiar smirk that’s been sitting on your face since the game. “Why? You don’t want me to see you blush, Paigey?” The nickname comes out of your mouth in a patronizing tone.

She glares at you, pinching your skin enough to make you twitch a little against her. You roll your eyes at that, finally reaching to tug at her sweatpants, pushing them past her hips, down her thighs, until she’s left in just her boxers. Your fingers linger at the waistband of those, tracing patterns along the edge before swiping teasingly at her clothed clit. You feel her tense beneath you, her breath catching in her throat, but still, she doesn’t break. She doesn’t give you the satisfaction of watching her squirm.

You bite your lip, watching her carefully, and—fuck—you’d be lying if you said you haven’t missed this. Missed the tension, the way you both toe the line between hatred and something else, something more. Missed the way she looks at you like she wants to tear you apart, missed the way she lets you have the upper hand just long enough to make you feel like you’ve won before she turns the tables on you.

Because that’s where this always ends.

At some point, you’ll be the one pinned beneath her. It’s inevitable. It always happens.

But for now, she’s at your mercy, and you plan on savoring it.

You lean down, your lips skimming across her stomach, pressing sloppy kisses along the lines of her abs. You feel the way her muscles tense beneath you, and you nip teasingly at her skin before soothing it with your tongue, swiping the wet muscle downward until it reaches the waistband of her Nike Pros. Now, finally settled between her legs, she props herself up on her elbows, watching you, tracking your every movement with those insufferably pretty blue eyes of hers.

She’s waiting, barely holding onto her patience, and you love it.

You hook your fingers into her boxers, slowly, slowly pulling them down, making sure she feels every agonizing second of it. You don’t break eye contact, gaze tracking the way her jaw tightens, her fingers twitch, her breathing grows uneven.

The second she’s entirely naked, you let your eyes rake over her. And then you’re leaning above her cunt, blowing lightly against it.

She grits her teeth. “Don’t fuckin’ tease,” she chastises.

You raise your eyebrows. “Don’t be so impatient,” you counter.

You think she’s about to protest further, but then you lean forward, pressing your lips to the inside of her muscular thigh, slow and careful. You drag your tongue along the smooth skin, back and forth. As you do so, she fists the bedsheets like she’s forcing herself to stay in control, her other hand reaching down to grip onto your shoulder.

You roll your eyes, relenting, “Jesus, fine.”

And then you shift your head so you’re right above her bare cunt. You poke your tongue out between your lips, letting it slide slowly along her folds. She lets out a quiet breath that you’re sure she’s been holding in for minutes now, her hand on your shoulder holding tightly to the band of your sports bra.

You lick your way up her slit, circling your tongue around her clit. Your fingertips press into Paige’s hips, holding her in place as you work, dropping open-mouthed kisses along her heat. Of fucking course, she tastes sweet as usual. She always does, and you slurp at her quicker to taste more of it, more of her.

You glance up to see her watching you intently, blue eyes holding a rare weakness in them that you’ve only ever seen when you’ve had her in a position like this. When you slip your tongue down into her entrance, feeling that spongy part of her before trailing her arousal back up to her clit, she finally groans a little. You watch as she tilts her head back, muttering, “Shit,” her hips canting up towards you slightly.

Continuing to lap at her wetness like a dog, you watch as she leans her head downward to see you again. You keep your eyes locked onto hers, and then you suck, teeth scraping over her clit in a way that has Paige’s fingers digging into your skin, telling you because she probably can’t help herself, “Fuuuck, right there.” You grin against her a little, complying, and then her hand is reaching to shove your hair out of your face and behind your head so she can look at you properly. You groan a little at the thought and at the taste of her, the vibrations berating through her pussy and making her tense up.

It’s then that you flatten your tongue against her, shaking your head, the wet muscle flicking against Paige’s bud harshly. Her hand on the bed smacks down on the mattress, while her fingers tighten in your hair, tugging enough to hurt. But you don’t mind. If anything, you double down, creating a suction against her clit again.

“Keep—God, keep doin’ that,” Paige stutters out, biting at her lip. She moves your head against her cunt the way she likes, the way that makes her feel best, hand holding onto the back of your skull. You let her, lapping her pussy with the rhythm, feeling the way her thighs begin to shake, hips rutting quickly up to your mouth.

You pull away just enough to ask, “You close?” Your breath flutters against her wetness, and she lets out a gruff noise, tightening her hold on you until it’s almost too painful. “Yeah—c’mon—” she curses impatiently, pushing your head back toward her cunt.

But she’d be stupid to think you’d let her have that shit that easily. So you shake your head quickly, loosening her grip on you slightly. You lean down to nip at her thigh, gaze flicking between her swollen, puffy clit and the dazed, needy look swirling in her baby blues. “Eleven points,” you say smugly, reminding her. Because she needs to be reminded. You’d remind her every minute of every day if you could. “I beat you.”

Paige groans at the words, slamming her head back against the pillows. “Can’t you just shut up and make me cum?” she orders, pulling at your hair.

“Nah,” you say slowly, dragging it out. And then you lean down, letting a drop of your spit fall from your mouth down onto her pussy. You feel her body twitch a little at the sensation, not expecting it, before she’s sitting up on her elbows once more, clearly needing to watch you. “I wanna hear you say it,” you tell her.

“Say what?” she asks incredulously, impatient as her hips twitch in your hold.

You smirk, your fingers coming down to rub your saliva into the puffy skin of her clit. She lets out a little noise at the back of her throat at that and your grin widens, saying, “I wanna hear you say I beat you. That I’m better than you.”

Immediately, she scoffs, but the sound is cut short as you pinch at her clit harshly. “I—I ain’t sayin’ shit,” she spits out, shaking her head, her cheeks bright red, a sheen of sweat glistening across her chest.

“Then you don’t get to cum,” you deadpan, slapping at her pussy lightly before pulling your hand away and sitting up between her legs so your head is no longer near her cunt.

She lets out a noise between a groan and a whine at your words, tugging at you, trying to bring you back close to her. But you stand your ground, rubbing one knuckle across her wetness slowly in a way you know will have her frustrated. “Say it,” you order.

“I—” she cuts herself off, her gaze flicking back toward the ceiling as your fingers continue their torturous pace. She grabs at your wrist, attempting to quicken it, but you hold your ground. “I can’t.”

“Yeah, you can,” you encourage smugly, grinning at her obvious discomfort and frustration. “All you gotta do is say the words and then I’ll make you cum, Paigey. Promise.”

She’s silent for a long moment, probably deliberating. It seems she’s come to terms with the fact that she wants to finish more than she cares about being humiliated, so she groans, throwing a hand up over her head in frustration. “Fine!” she relents. “You beat me and you’re sooo much fucking better than me. That what you wanted to hear?”

Her tone is sarcastic, but it’s enough for you. You smile at her, showing all your teeth, and you ask, “Now was that so hard?” before diving back in.

Your tongue immediately pushes into her entrance and it makes her whole body shake, a throaty moan escaping her lips. You fuck up into her with it, one of your hands reaching up to toy with her clit. Your jaw damn near goes slack with the way you’re thrusting your tongue, but you don’t much care, because the sight of Paige looking fucked out beneath you, her control slipping, just makes you go faster.

“So close, ma,” Paige stutters out, her breath uneven. “Don’t stop, swear to fuckin’ God—”

“’M not stopping,” you tell her, pulling your tongue out of her to flick and swirl it around her folds, nearly rolling your eyes into the back of your head. “Come on. Cum for me. Cum on my face, Paige.”

She nods, a broken series of moans escaping her mouth as her hips lift against your mouth. Her cunt pulses once, twice, and then she’s gushing against you. You dutifully lap it up, licking all you can before slowly pulling away.

You sit back on your heels, watching as she lays there, sweaty and breathless beneath you, her chest rising and falling with each shaky inhale. Her eyes are closed, her arm resting over them so even if they were open, you wouldn’t be able to see them. You can see the redness in her face, the way her pale skin is flushed—all from you.

As you take her in, a dark smirk crawls onto your lips, which are still sticky with her. Slowly, carefully, you crawl back up her body, enjoying the view, enjoying the way her eyes stay closed as she tries to pull herself together.

Now hovering just above her, you pause, letting the space between you two linger. Your breath is also shallow, from the sheer effort you had whilst eating her out. Nevertheless, you can’t resist the taunt that slips from your lips, the smugness seeping through. “You good?” you ask, your voice thick with amusement.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of her breath, ragged and heavy. But then she’s moving her arm and her eyes are snapping open. Blue fire swirls in them, renewed intensity blazing there—one you know you won’t be able to burn out. You feel her muscles tense beneath you, her eyes not just locked on you, but almost through you, daring you to challenge her.

And then, with no warning, she reaches up, her big hands gripping your body with an almost ferocity that leaves you momentarily stunned. You barely have time to react before she flips you over, the strength in her hands and the force in her movements surprising you—you thought she’d still be weak from her orgasm. One second, you’re above her, and the next, you’re flat on your back, staring up at her—Paige Bueckers, always managing to put you in this position, no matter the night.

Your chest heaves, but before you can even say anything, she’s already kissing you. Her lips slam down on yours, hungry, fierce, all teeth and heat. Her tongue travels over your lips and through your mouth, tasting herself on you.

“Can’t believe you made me say that shit,” she mutters against your lips, the words dripping with disbelief and disdain. “Fuckin’ insane.”

Of course, you can’t help the grin that tugs at the corners of your mouth. Your breath still shallow, you tease, “You said it anyways. Free will, PB.”

She lets out a low groan at that, and it almost makes you laugh—almost. But before you can, she’s pulling away from the kiss, her eyes dark and determined, and then, without any hesitation, she grips your wrists harshly. She pulls your arms above your head, pinning them there as her body presses down, her weight making sure you stay exactly where she wants you. She’s still a little sticky and sweaty, and the feeling of her bare skin against yours has you biting your lip.

“A’ight,” she basically growls, the edge in her voice cutting through the hotel room. You can feel the heat between you, building rapidly. “You had your fun. My turn.”

And then her mouth is back on yours, moving so quickly and fiercely that you almost can’t keep up. Her tongue tangles with your sloppily, licking inside your mouth, her hands digging into you wrists. You work your jaw almost as hard as you did whilst going down on her, doing your best to stay on pace.

You don’t have to worry about that for long, though, because Paige is clearly impatient (per usual), her lips breaking away from yours, trailing down to your throat. You suck in a sharp breath as she nips and sucks at the delicate skin there, her teeth grazing your pulse point. You ball your hands into fists above your head, trying to keep yourself still, keep your reactions in check. You don’t want her to have the satisfaction of hearing you, of knowing she’s getting to you—the two of you are similar in that way, just like how Paige was before.

Still, it’s difficult to stay quiet. It’s been a long time since she’s had you beneath her like this, and the sensation of her mouth on your skin—hot, wet, relentless—is enough to make your body betray you, the tremors running through you despite your best efforts. You shift beneath her, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to escape, but Paige’s relentless assault on your neck only increases, the pull of her lips surely leaving bruises.

It’s then that she unpins your wrists, one of her hands slipping away to trail down your side. You can’t help the small, involuntary shiver that races up your spine as she moves. Stupidly, you think that she might be about to give you a break. But instead, her hands are at the band of your sports bra, pulling it roughly over your head in one, quick motion that leaves you almost gasping.

Before you can even really process it, Paige’s face is buried in your chest. Her lips press to the soft skin there, her breath hot against the swell of your breast. And when she speaks, it’s in a low, almost bitter tone, each word dripping with a mix of frustration and something else.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” she mutters, the words heavy, like they cost her something to say. “I hate how fuckin’ pretty you are.”

You sigh a little, and sigh even more as Paige’s lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking in a way that makes her cheekbones pronounced. You watch as she continues heatedly, swirling her tongue around the bud before turning her attention to the other tit, doing the same there. You reach up to hold onto her bicep, more pronounced than you remember, her sweat sticking to your hand.

Then, she shifts back upward so her face is hovering directly over yours, her eyes boring into your own. “Take your pants off,” she orders, licking her lips as her gaze rakes over your face.

You scoff a little at her tone, rude and nagging. “Demanding, much?” you sass, staring up at her in a challenge.

It’s clear that she won’t have any of that, though, because her hand that was resting on your ribs reaches up to squeeze ruthlessly at your tit, pinching your nipple. “Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” she spits.

You decide that at this point, it’s probably in your best interest to listen to her despite the fact that you love doing the same. So, rolling your eyes but obliging, you reach down and lift your hips, sliding your leggings and panties off in one go, kicking them away and onto the floor.

Paige glances down at you, now completely naked before her. Her eyes rave across your figure, probably committing it to memory since these moments don’t happen too often. When her gaze lands on your pussy, they take in the glittering arousal coating it.

“Shit,” she mutters, and then repeats the curse as she swipes two fingers through your folds. They come out soaked, and then she’s offering them to you. You do as she wants, taking her digits in your mouth, sucking on them, tasting yourself. She watches you intently, her jaw tightening.

Eventually, your lips unwrap her fingers and she pulls them away, trailing them down your stomach before sliding them right back between your wet folds. Almost on instinct, you spread your legs wider for her. She smirks and glances from your pussy back to your face, saying teasingly, “Didn’t know I made you this wet.”

You shake your head, averting your eyes from hers. “You don’t,” you deny, and she just laughs in response, because it’s clear as day that she, in fact, does.

Her fingers drag across you teasingly slow, circling. You feel your heart begin to race and the heat within you start to rise, despite the fact that she’s barely touched you. You and Paige both watch, heads tilted downwards, as the pads of her fingertips press against your clit before trailing down to tease at your entrance.

Paige leans over, using her other hand to push your thighs open even wider. She continues teasing you like so, never fully pushing into you like you need. “Two’s good for you?” she asks, looking over at your face.

You feel your jaw go slightly slack as two of Paige’s long, slender digits slowly slip inside you. You don’t answer her question, which annoys her. She pauses her movements, asking sassily, “Hellooo?”

You roll your eyes, shifting your hips against her hand, rushing your words out hurriedly. “Yes! Fuck, two’s good.”

“Hmm,” Paige hums, pumping her fingers in and out a couple times. You sigh at the feeling, head lolling to the side a little, tongue swiping over the swell of your bottom lip. “Don’t care. Take three.”

And then she’s shoving a third finger in you, not giving you any time to get used to it. The stretch hurts, and you make a face, nails digging into Paige’s bicep, gripping at the muscle. You whimper as she pulls all three digits out before thrusting back in. Your hips grind against her hand of their own accord, and you tilt your head back, trying to keep your noises at bay.

Her fingers continue pumping inside you, curling, too, and it’s such a mix of pleasure and pain. You feel so full, and when she meets that spongy spot, you can’t help but cry out, “Paige!”

She grins at the sound of her name escaping your mouth, all desperate and needy. She leans down, her lips ghosting along your jaw and across your cheek, asking, “You like that?”

You don’t answer, any and all words stuck in your throat. Instead, you grind harder against her, the squelching sound of your pussy unmistakable. You moan a little, a broken noise, and shift your head to the opposite side of where Paige is, unwilling to lean on her.

Paige just hums, nodding against you. “Mmm, you do like that.”

She’s thrusting her fingers faster now, and you nearly sob at the stretch and the feeling. You should’ve known she’d be like this—should’ve prepared yourself better. Instead, you’re completely at her mercy, chewing on your bottom lip enough that you taste the metallic tang of blood, trying to do anything but quite literally scream.

“God—” you manage to get out breathlessly, shaking your head as she continues her movements mercilessly. “Paige, it hurts—” you whimper.

Paige doesn’t care. Clearly. Instead, she just laughs, pushing her fingers in harder, faster, deeper. “Not so full of yourself now are you, huh?” she asks smugly, watching you intently. You can’t meet her gaze, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s too much. It’s all too much.

“I can’t,” you tell her, feeling tears pool beneath your closed lids. And, fuck, it’s embarrassing to admit, but you really can hardly handle the feeling of so much of her, inside you like that.

“I know. You’re so tight. Stretchin’ you out so much, yeah?”

You nod, body trembling. But it doesn’t matter because Paige just keeps going, giving it her all. And then you feel her lips on yours again, tongue sliding against yours, her body sinking down on you.

“I’on care that it hurts, ma,” she mutters against your mouth, curling her fingers inside you once more, making your back arch into her. “You’re gonna take it, ’kay? Fuckin’ take everything I give you.”

She pulls her hand away for a moment and you don’t know whether you’re disappointed or relieved. Your eyes flutter open, watching as she leans over her fingers, spitting onto them. And then she’s bringing them down to your cunt once more, pounding all three of them right back in. You cry out, fingers digging into the sheets.

“Yeah, take that shit,” she tells you again, voice husky. “Look at you, suckin’ me up like that. Slut.”

You do look, watching as her fingers disappear inside you over and over and over again. They continuously hit your g-spot, squelching loudly and filthily. You’re dripping onto her hand by now, getting the sheets wet, too. You throw your head back, mouth opening into a silent scream as the knot in your stomach tightens.

You buck your hips up, you dig your nails into Paige’s skin, you feel your thighs shaking. And then you’re snapping.

Your arousal pools out of you and onto Paige. Mercifully, she does what you need her to, slowing her fingers to help you ride out your high. You sigh shakily as she pulls her digits out of your still-pulsating pussy. Your eyes flutter shut, thinking that’s the end of it. That Paige will collapse next to you and the two of you will lay there for a moment, breathless, before you inevitably get up and get dressed, leaving her alone.

But, when you feel Paige move, pulling your leg upward and settling between your thighs, you know you’re mistaken. And then she’s positioning herself, her clit bumping against yours. “Mmm, fuck,” she mumbles at the skin-on-skin contact.

Immediately, your eyes shoot open and you shake your head. “Wait—” you try weakly, pushing at her abs, because you’re still so sensitive and what already hurt before hurts even more now. “I can’t yet—gimme a sec—”

But Paige doesn’t give you anything but the sensation of her scissoring against you. “Just chill,” she tells you slowly before groaning as she continues fucking herself on your pussy. “Feels good, c’mon. Feel it wit’ me.”

You struggle to for a moment, but slowly, as Paige’s hand comes to play with your tits, and the overstimulation begins to fade, you do feel it. And, fuck, she was right. It is good. You moan a little, and Paige leans down, swallowing your sounds with a kiss. Her palms land on the mattress on either side of your head, digging into the sheets as she grinds faster against you.

You buck your hips up to match the blonde’s pace, sighing as her wetness continuously meets yours. Your arms reach up to wrap around her neck, needing something to ground you. You pull her impossibly closer and she lets you, still fucking against you.

“Th—That’s it,” she stutters, letting out nothing short of a pornographic moan as your cunt grinds sloppily upwards on hers. “You don’t get it—this fuckin’ pussy—”

You don’t ask what she means, too busy chasing your high again. You pant erratically, holding onto Paige tightly, so close.

“I—God, Paige—I—” you can’t get the words that you need to out, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling of her cunt pressing perfectly against yours, like that’s where it belongs.

“I know,” she mumbles breathlessly into your neck, pressing a sloppy kiss to the skin there. “Fuck, I know. You almost there?”

You nod, pressing even closer. “Almost,” you manage to get out. You gasp, the heat pooling low in your stomach.

“Me too,” Paige breathes, grinding downwards desperately, chasing her orgasm. You chase it with her, needing it. “Baby, I’mma come. Shit, I’mma come.”

And then her hips stutter against yours, the pleasure mounting. Paige bites into your neck, letting out a muffled groan as you feel her gush out her release on your pussy. You finish, too, moaning Paige’s name right in her ear.

The blonde collapses against you, your thighs sticky with her, hers sticky with you. You lay there, breathless, heart racing, chest constricting. You feel her taking ragged breaths against your neck. Eventually, she rolls off of you so that you’re side-by-side, trying to gather yourselves.

It takes you a long moment, but then you’re sitting up, fishing for your clothes. You find your sports bra and sweatshirt first, slipping those on. And then you stand, reaching down by the end of the bed to grab your underwear and leggings. You don’t look at Paige, who you can feel watching you, until you’re completely dressed. She’s still naked, somehow looking both nonchalant and entirely fucked out at the same time.

“Well,” you say slowly, clucking your tongue. “See you in March.”

[miaoua3]

Scoups spicy headcanons

Pairing: scoups x f!reader

Warnings: sex, mentions of oral, just nasty piece of work tbh lmao, MINORS DNI

Kind of a continuation of my tiktok post

Note:…i need to get dicked down, its been too long…anyway enjoy this

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•his kisses are always soo deep, its just that pace that changes- when he’s desperate, his kisses become fast and filled with urge and need, when he wants to savour both you and the moment, he takes his time

•the type to spread his arms on the back rest of the couch while you sit on his lap and make out with him, will not touch you until you start whining and pleading of him to touch you

•loooves leaving hickeys. not only on your neck, but on your chest, your hips, your thighs and sometimes even your ass cheeks (in a shape of a little heart❤️)

•also likes it when you leave hickeys on him too, it shows to others that you both belong to somebody, except he doesn’t like to hide his while you literally spend tons of time and makeup trying to cover his piece of work

•two words: size kink. nothing gets him going quite like watching and comparing how much bigger he is compared to you, how his big hands can easily wrap themselves around your neck, your hands, your hips, anywhere really

•likes to just let his hand rest on your neck while kissing. not outright choking, but just…lets you feel the heavy weight of it on your thin neck

•a service dom, idk how people came to think that coups is this mean dom who just enjoys inflicting pain on you, like nuh-uh, this man literally lives to serve you, will listen to everything you got to say, if you say ‘a little more of this, a little bit less of that’ consider it already done. your pleasure is his first priority

•which brings me to- he won’t fuck you until you have cumed on his fingers (and/or face) at least two times.

•the mirror that’s facing your bed🤝him, loves nothing more than to fuck you from behind in front of the said mirror, loves just looking at your dazed look, how hard you try to keep your balance, how his hand looks around your neck

•very talkative in bed, from asking if you’re still okay to asking you things like “look at you, so pretty. who’s my pretty girl? hm? is this all for me baby? so wet, just for me? can you give me another one? cmon, my pretty girl, just one more, cum on my dick one more time, i know you can do it” NCHSIDBSIADBAI

•praise kink>>>>>>, idk who convinced yall that he would like degrading you, bro literally LOVES you, he has no reason to talk to you like that, he’s always just like “you’re doing so good, baby, taking this dick. fuck, so good, you’re taking me so well, can you take on more? of course you can, my girl can always take on more, cmon, that’s it” (currently manifesting this man in my life🙏)

•loooves it when you scratch his back unconsciously, just likes to look at it the next morning, wears it like a gold medal

•oh i just know he has a big dick, don’t even try to convince me otherwise, its both long and girthy, it’s always so overwhelming having him inside your pussy

•i always say- having a small dick is no excuse for being a bad partner, the universe gave you 10 fingers, a mouth and a lot of imagination. if you still can’t figure out how to please your partner, then it’s a you problem….lets just say cheol has no problems-with his size, his fingers skills, his tongue nor his imagination, he’s such a good lover, he will literally make you see stars

•speaking of-he asks you to sit on his face and literally to almost suffocate him at least two times a week. he just loves feeling your weight on his face, your smell surrounding him, you looking down on him while he’s living every man’s dream

•loves holding hands while in a missionary, it just makes the atmosphere that much more intimate and romantic, always intertwines your fingers and he finds that so…comforting

•now, he doesn’t enjoy inflicting pain on you (he enjoys leaving a good spank and a little bit of choking), that much is clear, but he still likes seeing you with tears down your cheeks from the immense pleasure he’s bringing you

•is the king of body worshipping. on the nights where he’s feeling extremely loving, first, he takes off your clothes slowly, then he kisses you for a few moments, and then he starts leaving kisses everywhere-from your lips, across your jaw, on your neck, going down to your chest, a few ticklish kisses on your stomach, leaving a few teasing kisses on your clit, looking up while kissing your thighs, on the scars on your knee, all the way down to your ankle. and then the same route upwards, all while whispering soft words of praise to you

•if you ever thought that this man is anything other than an ass man, you are delusional. from spanking you, fucking you from behind, to literally kissing your cheeks better after a few particularly hard spanks and leaving hickeys on it, rubbing it gently in comforting way with a comforting hand, there isn’t a way this man hasn’t interacted with your behind lol

•loves to pull on your hair lightly during the slow make out sessions, but also enjoys it when you pull on his hair while he’s laying between your legs, eating you out as if you were his last meal

•loves how he can just pick you up and fuck you against any surface available, it gets him so turned on knowing that he can carry you so easily and manhandle you into any position he wants you in

•low-key has a breeding kink, he loves watching his cum leak out of you, and stuffing it back in, knowing that he could impregnate you any time he comes inside, it’s always so thrilling to him (plus he really want to start a family with you)

•he’s the aftercare KING, sometimes he spends more time talking you down from the height, cuddling you, cleaning you, kissing you and letting you know how much he loves you than he spend on the sex itself, he’s a natural caretaker so he enjoys taking care of your body and your mind after your sexy escapades

in conclusion: SCOUPS PLEASE I CAN TREAT YOU SO WELL JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE PLS BABY

[malereadermaniac]

Boyfriend Experience - Rodrick x Male reader

Long-form(ish) headcannons for dating Rodrick; from the start of it to the smut of it Top!Rodrick x Bottom!Reader word count: 1k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

The first time he really paid you any mind was at his party. As more and more people left, everyone kinda chilled out and decided on playing a big game of spin the bottle with a dare twist. As the only openly gay guy out of the many players, of course your dare had something to do with a guy; drunk young adults are constantly horny, so makes sense. Rodrick really took notice of you when you were made to sit on his lap for the (long) remainder of the game; and as to avoid any awkwardness, you two made quite a bit of conversation as other people kept doing dares. And after only really talking for half an hour, when the bottle landed on Rodrick, the two of you were dared to kiss - which you did do. And you both enjoyed it.

Rodrick started to crush on you after that party, he'd already debated whether or not he was straight, that experience with you just confirmed it for him really. You also started to crush on the man, who wouldn't though? He's a pretty hot guy and in a band as the drummer! Smash. However, a problem that arose very quickly into the talking stage was that Rodrick did NOT KNOW HOW TO FLIRT. It's not exactly that he didn't have the confidence to try, Rodrick was more than happy to to make many moves on you, they were all just a little awkward or corny - but you couldn't help but find that shit cute. The rocker would always walk you to classes and act as if your class was on his way, even though he wasn't even in your building. And when you'd ask him about it, Rodrick would take the opportunity to more blatantly flirt, but whatever words would come out of his mouth would always make you laugh rather than blush... "I go outta my way for ya 'cause a face like that is worth a thousand words~" "Haha... that doesn't even make sense" Rodrick's flirting did seriously improve after the two of you started dating; or maybe you're just seeing it through rose-coloured glasses. The man's flirts are still dorky or stupid but they tend to make more sense now; plus, Rodrick prefers to show his affection via physical touch anyways. You two will be at a party and your emo-of-a-boyfriend will already be hugging onto your waist and pulling you onto his lap; his arms snug around your waist, with either his head resting on your shoulder or your arms around his neck 'for balance'.

Rodrick's ego get's a ridiculous boost whenever you come over and watch his band practice, getting very excited on the inside but never letting it show (or at least he thinks he isn't letting it show...). But you don't complain, you have to admit that watching your boyfriend go ham on some drums while looking all cool and hot wasn't something you hated. It also makes your heart skip a beat when the drummer glimpses up at you as he beats the shit out of his drums, sneaking in a wink and a smirk, then going back to whatever loud ass song he was playing.

Contrary to popular belief, Rodrick is not some sex-god! Bro was a virgin before you! Sure, his confidence did fool quite a few people (you included), but confidence alone doesn't necessarily mean you pull... In fact, your boyfriend was such a virgin, that he had to wikihow tips on sex in the lead up to asking you to fuck! That being said though, after the first couple of nights together, where you mostly had to teach your boyfriend the ropes and be patient, Rodrick really got the hang of it! Like, really well, too well! His love for physical touch crosses over into intimate moments between you two, so expect many kisses along your body, fingers gliding over your skin, soft bites, a tight hold on your waist or hips or thigh. Oh and once Rodrick really gained some confidence when having sex with you? That's when your boyfriend became a fucking man, talking you through it like a pro; praising you, holding your leg up onto his built shoulder as he slowly thrusts into you, lowly singing you praises and chanting your name through his panting - holy shit this man knows how to get you off!

It's quite funny that Rodrick's mum really likes you. She finds that you're his only friend that's a good influence, meaning that Rodrick can do whatever he wants as long as he mentions you being there! You're also the only friend allowed to sleep round his; that being hilarious, because you're the only friend which Rodrick is fucking every other night. You're boyfriend's mum is blissfully unaware of you and her son doing ungodly things under her roof, and it's kind of a turn on for the both of you... Rodrick will be fingering you whilst shouting a 'goodnight' to his parents like it's nothing! Turning back around to you and giving you a small smirk and a 'shush', 'cause you wouldn't want his parents to hear you? Would you? You wouldn't want them to know how loose Rodrick gets you, you wouldn't want them to hear your hole making phallic sound of squelching, or to hear your pants and moans of their son's name. But that goes both ways! Rodrick would die if his parents heard his moaning and groaning of your name, if they saw his disheveled look as his fingers curled into your hair whilst you sucked his dick ever so nicely.

Cute little bonus: Rodrick gets suuuuuper jealous but doesn't know how to really express that... Which usually just leads to the man being a little emo in public and trying to show off! Emphasising the tiny height difference between you two by resting his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, and even flexing his muscles; Rodrick pulls out all the stops in order to show off, in aims to get any small compliment from you so that he'll feel less jealous and inferior. In private though, his jealousy does come out a little more, your boyfriend becoming a soppy mess about some guy flirting with you; but don't worry, Rodrick's jealousy turns into horniness real quick!

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❝greedy little darlin❞ — p.sh.

PAIRING. frat!park seonghwa x fem!reader.

GENDER AND WARNINGS. smut. dom!seonghwa. switch!sub!reader. university au. frat members ateez. sex talk (among adults). drinking (not too much, but just enough). pet names (mostly darling, reader is called slut once, good girl and handsome, prob more but i cant remember now). blowjob. hair pulling. cunnilingus. tongue fucking. over stimulation. sex with a condom (please remember to do that irl). light chocking. three? slaps on the ass. not proof read. i guess that's all, lmk if i forgot something.

SYNOPSIS. everyone knew you and Seonghwa were into each other, your friends even places a bet on when that would happen, although it never did. until he gets tired of your antics and decides to put you in your place.

RATING. R (+18) - MDNI.

WORD COUNT. ~5,6k.

NOTES. english is not my first language. part of the ateez frat boys (that i will still make so give me a moment) and of the atz house event you can't out rage us. shout out to @bro-atz for helping coming up with the idea for this, and to @seulrinnie-rinrin for betaing part of this. hopefully this is me leaving my slump so yeah, bye ♡.

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraying how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡

Nothing was ever simple with Seonghwa. 

Ever since the beginning, it was as if something was pulling you two closer and closer, the tension growing at each encounter. At first, everyone thought it was because you two didn’t know each other, the thing is that, after you met, the tension didn’t falter, it actually increased exponentially, to the point where your friends were making bets as to when and who would break first. 

Park Seonghwa is the type of guy that makes you question everything. Because how can a man be so drop dead gorgeous with minimum to no effort? How can he look the squishiest human being with those adorable boba eyes, but also have the devilish look on his face when his eyes became siren and the smirk in present, making you question if you should really keep that line between friends high, blocking your passage, blocking you to reach his collar and kiss him like you need oxygen, to feel his marvelous tongue in between your folds, his hair in between your fingers as he -

“Earth to (y/n), you there?”

“Yeah, yeah sorry,” you looked around your friends with an apologetic look before focusing on the food in front of you, sighing. “What are we talking about again?”

“Damn, you truly dozed off,” the chuckle Mingi gave, was followed by some of the others as San just turned to you with that sweet smile of his, the dimples present, a reminder he too, was holding back a laugh. 

“Since midterms are over, we were planning on having a little get together at the frat, no big party, just a few drink with friends, it’s not like any of us have time to organize it anyways,” you nodded taking another bite of your food, the movement being noticed by San who exchanged glances with the others. “So, can we count you on?”

“Don’t you consider me a friend, Sannie?” Everyone laughed as you leaned to kiss San’s cheek, apologizing. “I’ll be there, just let me know when.”

  “We are all gonna be there, by the way,” the knowing smile that Wooyoung sent your way, made you want to push his face against his plate, “in case you want to dress up.”

  “Why would I dress up to a get together with you guys?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because Hwa is gonna be there.”

“And you have a huge crush on him,” Jongho continued Yunho’s line and you could see Yeosang opening his mouth.

“And let's not forget the sexual tension there is!”

“You two should honestly just fuck already and end everyone’s suffering at this point.”

“What the fuck you guys talking about, and another word from you,” you pointed at Wooyoung who had made the last remark, “and I’ll shove your face against the plate!”

“Oh, kinky, should we let Hwa know?”

Yunho commented and all the boys bursted into laughter as all you wanted was to be buried six feet under. 

  Of course you had a crush on Seonghwa. Of course whenever you two were together there was this small flirtatious situation, and the sexual tension was definitely high whenever you two were close in a room, but that didn’t mean anything. 

“I’m sure he’ll cave in soon and fuck you,” San’s words brought you back, making you eye him slightly shocked. “What? He thinks you are hot, he even said it to us the first time you two met, but I also don’t know why he hasn't done shit.”

“Because he likes to play with his food before eating it.”

Wooyoung jumped from the table the same second he finished his sentence already running from you trying to slap him, making everyone at the table and around you seven to laugh at the situation.

“I’ll fucking end you, Jung Wooyoung!”

  You dolled up, he knew you would.

  You always did whenever you two were to meet, only to be even more irresistible in his eyes. The fact that his brother’s from the fraternity knew how badly he wanted you, didn’t help as they would always create situations for the two of you to get close. Not that neither bothered to argue. Seonghwa had tried to reason with the younger ones, but as soon as he realized you didn’t really care, even indulged whenever it happened, made him decide to test how far you were willing to go.

  As if you knew about it, you played along. 

You accepted his drinks, laughed at his jokes, shiver under his touch, lean towards him when he was close. Yet, you would also pull your own strings. You knew he wouldn’t be jealous, you noticed on the first few tries on how he simply would smile or laugh at your useless attempts at making him feel anything when you were with someone else, which was not the case when he was the one trying to make you jealous, even if unintentionally. 

So you changed your methods. From revealing clothes and trying to make him jealous, you simply decided to make yourself present, being there if needed, and flee if that was not the case, you stopped trying to get his attention, deciding to enjoy your time and maybe, just maybe, get with someone to alleviate the ache between your thighs whenever Seonghwa got too handsy with you before leaving you high and dry.

  ATZ frat was known, as any other house on the Greek Road, to be just to mess around, never to create a relationship. Although you knew Wooyoung since you were kids, you knew that to be true whenever you and the other boys would get together, even San who appeared to be the one who leans mostly towards dating, would fuck around from time to time. The odds weren’t in your favor, so you decided to brush it off, to have fun with your friends, to go to their frat from time to time, and that was when your ‘relationship’ with Seonghwa started to change. 

Both of you knew that this was never going forward. The moment you realized that, it was like something shifted in him, he started to go towards you whenever you met, regardless if it was at the frat or not. You knew that didn’t mean he was going to accept your advances, especially after you found out Hongjoong had established a rule that family and close friends from the members were off limits after a complicated situation happened a few weeks back and that you were highly aware of.

  “So, you guys actually decided to throw a low profile party, hm? That’s a first,” you comment as Seonghwa opened the door and took a step back to let you in the frat before taking your jacket off, which he quickly took it in his hands as he closed the door. “Is anyone else coming?”

  You asked, looking around, trying to see anyone, but the house looked rather empty. “I don’t know, but the main entertainment has finally arrived,” he purred against your ear, making you shiver as you smirked, keeping your composure. “Care for something to drink?”

  “Sure, I’ll have whatever you are having,” you answer quickly, trying to brush off the shiver as you follow him towards the kitchen. “Heard it was a get together with friends… Was kind of expecting more people, if I’m honest.”

  “Anyone in particular?” Seonghwa asked as he handed you a bottle of soju, clacking the bottles before bringing it to his lips, predatory eyes scanning your face. “Or are you asking to be sure you will be the only one here?”

  As he took a step closer to you, you changed the weight of your foot before bringing the soju bottle to your own lips. “No one in particular, and we both know I don't mind sharing attention.”

  Your eyes wandered across his face, lingering on his smirk before your fingers played with the necklace that hung low on his sheer shirt, the small opening where the necklace hang allowing your fingers to brush along the skin, as you noticed the smirk on Seonghwa’s lips grow slightly, his tongue poking out before you move away from him with a smirk.

  “C’mon man, a hundred!”

  “Fuck off Wooyoung, I’m not joining,” Mingi said pushing Wooyoung slightly chuckling as both their eyes landed on you, “it will be just another night and you know it, you will lose money.”

  “So why you scared of betting?” 

  Wooyoung smirked at Mingi with raised eyebrows. “What you two up to, this time?”

  “Betting if you and Hwa finally give in and fuck,” Wooyoung says bluntly making you scoff as you took another sip of your drink as you watch Seonghwa from afar talking to a few other people. “I’m betting it will, but the others are sure it’s just another night where you two keep with your cat and mouse game.”

  “He knows I’m down, it’s in his lane,” you chuckle at Wooyoung’s words as you finish your drink. “I’m getting another bottle, do you guys want it?”

  Both denied as Wooyoung continued to patronize Mingi, making you shake your head as you moved past Seonghwa, a little too close for comfort as your hand brush on his ass and you notice his eyes fall on you as you kept going to the kitchen, giving him a smirk as you open the fridge to get another bottle of soju.

  “That’s your fourth bottle,” you hear Seonghwa’s voice, seeing him eye you from the counter, the bottle on his hands half empty, “shouldn’t you slow down?”

  “Oh, is the mighty Park Seonghwa worried about me?” You smirk as you choose your bottle, opening as you eyed him. “That’s adorable, and I would actually believe it if it was a different scenario…”

  “Why do you think I’m not?” 

  His eyes followed your form as you walked towards him, his hand instinctively finding your hip pressing it lightly, as he noticed your breath hitch as the bottle met your lips. 

  “Because we are at a party, a chill one, where nothing major is gonna happen…” Your eyes followed down to his sheer shirt, nails tracing down, touching his skin and abs over the shirt as you reached his pants, fingers vagally there before it went to the hook of the pants. “And I’m getting bored.”

  His hand on your hips pressed, making you bite your lip as he took a step closer, his lips hovering over yours as his eyes studied every reaction. “So you intend to get drunk?”

  “It’s not a solution, but it’s a possibility,” you say as your body gets closer to him, the freaking magnetic relationship you had whenever you two were together. “You have pretty friends…”

  Your eyes avert for the people behind Seonghwa, who follows your eyes as it lands on some of his colleagues and friends before reaching yours with a small knowing smirk. 

  “I don’t think they are available…”

  “Funny, because some of them already engaged in a few conversations with me,” you chuckle watching him, as one of your fingers extended and touched near his crotch area lightly, “and i can’t say I’m not interested in what they have to say…”

  “Then have your fun with them, I’ll be waiting to hear about it later,” he hinted with raised eyebrows to you as his bottle reached his lips, his eyes never leaving you. 

  “Oh, so they are the kiss and tell type…” You murmur looking at his friends once more. “Might as well prepare for a performance then.”

  “You wouldn’t need to if they knew what they were doing,” his eyes burned on you, as a smirk played on his lips, his hand pulling you as it reached your lower back, pressing you against his, against the bulge in his pants. His lips brushed against your ear, “but hey, if you are gonna fake better put on a memorable show, which I’m sure you are more than capable of doing.”

  “I always do,” your voice sounded steady but your body was betraying you, as usual. “Wouldn’t be bad to not have to fake it everytime.”

  Your hands moved between your bodies as you squeezed his bulge lightly, hearing him wince. “Feeling brave today, are we?”

  “No, just needing to relieve some stress, after all, finals are finally over.”

  You brushed your lips against Seonghwa’s before squeezing his bulge once more before pushing him away with the hand that held the soju bottle as you moved past him, smirking. 

  “So this is how we are playing tonight?” Seonghwa said under his breath. “Good luck with your boy toy search.”

  He said a little louder, which you only raised your hand dismissing his comment, as his eyes lingered on your figure. The pants becoming a bother. Finals week had taken its toll on him, and just like you, he also needed a release. His eyes trailed on you as he watched you move, talk, touch and laugh at everyone's commentaries, a knowing glint in his eyes, the smirk always present as he called in one of his friends.

  As it usually happened, neither you nor Seonghwa engaged once more throughout the night as you went on and on talking to every male, choosing if you’d bring any of them back home with you. The soju bottle now empty as your eyes wander on the last choices.

  “Found them already?”

  The amusement in Seonghwa voice already told the smirk plastered on his lips. “Maybe…”

  “I’ll take that as no then,” you felt him get closer to you, his front pressing on your side. “I may have someone for you, if you want.”

  “Didn’t know you were into voyeurism,” your eyes quickly shot him a confused but amused look. 

  “And you seemed too bothered right now, so what is your answer?” 

  His hot breath against your neck and ear as you felt his lips touch your skin as his eyes studied you, as yours followed around the room trying to catch a glimpse of his friends, missing one as you turned to him with a smirk. Lips almost touching as you did, feeling his hand on your lower back. 

  “I guess you got my taste correctly.”

  “Darling, when I say I know you, I mean it.”

Lips quickly found your cheekbone as his hand pulled you closer to his body. You held any sound not giving him the satisfaction.

  “Cocky as always, aren’t you?” You chuckle but not move away from him, your nails scratching his abs through the shirt and subtly, as you feel them contract. “Why don’t you go get him then? I’m getting rather tired.”

  “He went upstairs though, should we go fetch him?” His eyes were siren-like, a small smirk as he took your wrist, guiding you up the stairs. The look from some of the boys from the frat only made you laugh as you shook your head. “What’s funny?”

  Seonghwa asks curiously as you reach the second floor. “Some of the boys looked at you guiding me.”

  “I guess that’s fair,” he chuckled as well, his demeanor changing a little as he kept his hand on your wrist guiding you through the rooms, reaching the one you knew to be his. “Someone spilled a drink on his shirt, he asked to borrow one of mine.”

  Your eyebrows raised, nodding still processing what was happening, as Seonghwa was a master of teasing you and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d guide you to the rooms — or his in specific — only to get you even more frustrated. Your eyes studied his features as his hand opened his room motioning for you to enter. 

   “I’m not fucking your friend in your room, Seonghwa.”

  “Who says anything on those lines, darling?” A chuckle left his lips. “Now, will you be a good girl and enter the room, or don’t you trust me to have your best interest in heart?”

  You bit your lip, noticing his gaze fall on them for a second before you motion to enter his room, eyes looking for the friend who was indeed with a shirt from Seonghwa and a stained one in hand. 

  “Oh, hello,” the boys said moving away from his phone, putting his shirt in a corner before his eyes fell on you and then Seonghwa. “Wingman, hm?”

  You shook your head at his words, noticing Seonghwa nod as you focused on the boy that took a few steps towards you. 

  “A good wingman, nonetheless,” your voice was laced with amusement as his friend reached closer with a smirk, his hand going to cup your face. “Now, shall we leave?”

  “Just give us a second, will you, darling?” Seonghwa said against your neck as you noticed both leave you, allowing you to take a breather. Of course Seonghwa would pull something like that. Few seconds later you hear footsteps and the movement of the door. “Thank you for being such a good girl, darling.”

  At that, the door closed the same second Seonghwa’s hands found yours hips pulling you against his front making you gasp, before chuckling lightly.

  “Smart, I gotta give you that.”

  “Couldn’t have made it easy for you to figure it out, could I?” 

  His lips quickly found your neck as you moved your head to the side giving him access as you arched your back, pressing your ass against his bulge. One hand found his on your hip as the other went to the back of his neck tangling on his long locks.

  “Of course, what would be the fun in that?” You chuckle before gasping as you felt him suck on the skin of your neck, as you put pressure on his nape, feeling his right hand lower towards your exposed thigh, the tips quickly wander to your inner thighs going up teasing your clothed core. “If you are just teasing this time, I swear —”

  “I’m done with your antics, darling, it’s time to put you in your place.” The whimper that left your mouth made him chuckle against your neck as he put pressure on your clothed clit making you jolt. “C’mon darling, I think we postponed this for far too long,” his hands quickly turned you to face him, one hand on your chin before going to your hair. “Why don’t we start with you on your knees?”

  You oblige letting him push you down, until your knees felt the floor, his crotch eye leveled, your mouth watering as his other hand undid his pants, the one on your head entangling with your hair as his pants fell, leaving him only in his underwear, the outline of his cock on display as you swallow hard. A light caress on your scalp was the only ‘okay’ you got before your hands quickly went to his waistband, lowering the underwear slowly. 

  His cockhead glowing with precum as you licked your lips feeling him pull your head near his pelvis, your hands pulling the rest of his underwear down as his cockhead quickly met the touch of your lips. The groan that left his lips making you smile as the pool in between your legs grew. As one hand finished pulling down his underwear, the other quickly met the base of his cock. 

  “Such a handsome face with such a pretty cock,” you said with a smile before opening your mouth, taping his tip on your tongue, feeling his fingers tighter on your head. 

  “Such a pretty filthy mouth, I wonder how it would look filled with my cum.”

  Without a warning, he pushed your head down his length, moaning as your lips and tongue made contact with his cock, your hand working on the base of the cock as the other rested on his thigh. In swift movements you started to little by little take him in your mouth, gagging lightly from time to time, before he let you breath, the spit line connecting your swollen lips to his cock only making him twitch before fucking your mouth once more. 

  “Fuck, darling, do you like when I fuck your mouth like that, hm?” One of his hands caressed your hollowed cheeks as he slowed his movements a bit, to be able to look at you. “Such a pretty little thing for me, taking me in your mouth so well like that, I wonder how your cunt feels if this is how well your mouth treats me.”

  You mumble with your mouth around his cock, making the vibration run through his body as one of your hands went up his abs under the shirt, which he quickly took it off, throwing somewhere along the pants and underwear as you started to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks, one hand on the base of his cock, sometimes joining in the movement your head was making. The sounds and cusses that went out of Seonghwa’s mouth only made you wetter by the second, if it wasn’t for your damped panties, you sure would have made a messy spot of arousal on his floor.

  At this point you tried your best to keep yourself composed, mouth open and holding yourself steady as he fucked your mouth, holding your head in place before his movements become more erratic. You could feel him twitch on your mouth the last few times, the cockhead reaching the back of your throat, your eyes watering as your nails sank onto the skin of his thigh before his release filled your mouth and throat.

  Before he could pull it out you held his base, slurping as you got the last drop of his cum in your mouth, swallowing and opening your mouth, putting his tip again in your tongue. The smirk along with the groan that left him was enough to make you want to do it all over again, to have him fuck your mouth once more, but his hand was quickly on your chin pulling you up, before connecting your mouths, making both moan against your lips. 

  Your hands quickly found his half-hard member, swift movements as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. His hand kept firm on the back of your head, holding you close to his as he ravish on your mouth, while the other went to your thigh, raising your dress to the waistline before slapping it harshly, making you jolt and moan against his mouth. A smirk could be felt as he slapped your ass one more time, pulling your hair, parting your lips, before smacking it once more, a glint in his eyes as he watched your whole body tremble.

  He quickly moves you to the bed, pushing you down as his lips meet yours once more, your hands moving to his hair as one of his keeps holding your neck, the other quickly parting your legs as he pressed his knee to your clothed core, the hand holding your hips in place as you instinctively you started moving slowly as he restrain your movements from the grip on your hip making you whimper against his mouth.

  “Please, please Hwa, I need — argh!” You complain as you feel the pressure of his knee against your clit, his mouth leaving wet trails of kisses along your neck and collarbone. “Please fuck me, please Hwa, I need you to —”

  “I said I’d put you in your place, not take orders from you, I’m sure you know the difference, right?” He hovered over you as he finished saying that, his hand previously on your hips going up under your dress to pinch your nipple making you whine and throw your head back onto the mattress. “I need an answer, darling,” he said once more, his lips hovering against yours as he forced you to look at him, his other hands massaging your breast as he pressured your clit once more, making you move your hips searching for friction, only making him chuckle. “Be a good girl and answer my question and you’ll get to cum, although I do like to play with my food before eating it, makes it even more delicious to watch you come undone on my tongue.”

  “Fucking hell,” you breath as you saw the smirk and watched his eyes fall to your parted lips, as the friction with his knee helped a little, but only made your insides burn with the need to have him inside you. “Yes, I-I know the difference, now ple-please touch me, please, Hwa.”

  “Looks like you know how to beg, that’s cute,” he said before both his hands found your dress, pulling it over your head, exposing the majority of your body, the only covered part being the place you wanted him the most. “Time to grant your wish, darling.”

  His lips quickly started a trail of wet open kisses down your neck, one of his hands holding your waist, the other playing with your nipple, pitching it as the other was finally met with Seonghwa’s mouth as he sucked in and played with the nipple, both with his tongue when he wouldn’t let marks over your chest. The lust in his eyes only got darker as he saw the marks embellishing your skin. 

  “Hwa, please… It hurts,” you whimper as you move your hips quickly against his leg, making him chuckle as he starts to kiss down your stomach, kneeling before you, siren eyes locked on you. “I’ve been good, now please fuck me.”

  Although you did plead, your voice carried a hint of demand that made Seonghwa arched his brows and smirked as his hands spread your legs wider. You lifted your upper body, resting it on your elbows as you wanted to see the sight of Seonghwa’s head between your legs, as you have imagined and dreamed about it so many times before, only to groan when he kissed your inner thigh, neglecting the heat coming from your clothed folds. 

  “Patience comes for those who wait, darling, and I rush for no one,” his voice was laced with lust and a hint of a challenge, making you bite your lip, knowing if you pushed his rules, he might leave you high and dry. His smirk grew as he realized you caught up with his hint. “I knew you were a good girl, a brat even, but good to know you can be easily tamed,” his lips touched your damped panties right above your clit making you jolt and curse under your breath. “Now, lay down on the bed and let me have my fun with you, okay, darling?”

  Before you could do as he said, his lips found your clothes core making you throw your head back with a moan, feeling his hands moving and pulling your panties to the side, his lips finding your sensitive clit making you jolt as he chuckled at your reaction, tip of his tongue touching your clit as he ravish on the sight of you squirming on his bed. Your hands quickly found his hair pulling it to you, which he obliged for the time being.

   As his lips enveloped and sucked your clit, his fingers that were parting your legs found your core, coming up and down your entrance, making you jolt and clench around nothing as he would never put them in too much.

  “Fuck Hwa, please please please please,” you squirmed already feeling tears fill your eyes as you looked down at him. “Fucking hell,” you said once more as your eyes met, the siren lustful eyes that you only dreamed of having between your legs before feeling his tongue play with your clit as two fingers enter you, making you throw your head back and arch your back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck!”

  You screamed as you felt the build up in your stomach, only for him to stop completely before you feel his hands tanking off you panties before hovering over you, kissing your lips once more as his fingers played with your slit before entering you and curling inside, his thumb pressing on your clit as you moaned against Seonghwa’s lips, cussing and begging at the same time, as all you wish was to cum.

  “My fingers or mouth, darling?”

  “Both.”

  “Greedy little darling, unfortunately you can only pick one,” you open your mouth to complain but only a moan escapes as he adds another finger making you squirm under him. “Choose now, or you won't have any.”

  “Mouth.”

  You say breathlessly as he lowers himself so his lips hover over yours. “Good girl.”

  His lips are soon connected to your clit once more as his fingers leave you making you whine at the loss and clench around nothing as he quickly starts to ravish on your cunt. His tongue enters you in places you never thought it would be possible as his nose flickers on your sensitive clit making you tug on his hair as moans, curses and Soenghwa’s name leave your mouth at each strip he licks and each time his tongue enters your core. 

  “Fuck Hwa, so good, fucking god—”

  “Cum for me darling, I want you to cum on my tongue, only then I’ll fill you up, so be a good girl and listen to what I say.”

  You could barely process what he said as the build up in your stomach became too much, as you tried to push Seonghwa away as the stimulation started to become too great but he didn’t pull away, smirking at how much you squirmed because of his mouth. As heat flushed through your body making you numb, Seonghwa took his type to lick you clean watching you jolt from how sensitive you were before hovering above you once more.

  “You ready for my cock, darling?” You just nodded as you watched him smirk, going for a condom that was in his drawer, quickly putting it on before positioning himself at your entrance. “I need to hear it.”

  “I want you to fuck me senseless, Park Seonghwa.”

  “My pleasure, my darling.”

  At that he thrusts fully into you, holding your hips in place, keeping steady as he watched you, wondering if it was okay for him to move. Once you started to breathe again and your hand met his forearm as the other went for your breast, he smiled and started to move. Steady at first, watching how your facial expressions would change, playing with your body as he wanted to see what would make you tic, what would bring the sweetest sound from your mouth, but most importantly, what would make you come back to his bed. 

  “Fuck Hwa, yes, please, just like — argh fuck, YES!” 

  You couldn’t care less if someone was listening, if you had to take the walk of shame tomorrow, if this was only a one night stand, how you’d face Seonghwa once more if that was the case, none of it matter, all it mattered was how well he was rearranging your organs as his fingers sank into the flesh of your hip and he’d pull you towards him. 

  “Is my greedy little darling enjoying my cock?”

  “Yes, yes, yes fucking yes.”

   Seonghwa smiled at your words as one of his hands left your hip to find your clit, making you scream the moment he started to put pressure there, feeling you clench around him, his eyes closing as he could only think about making you cum on his cock, think about hearing you moan like that once more for him. As he felt his own orgasm coming closer, his other hand went for your neck, squeezing it just enough to make you roll your eyes back as his thumb still moved slowly on your clit as his thrusts became erratic.

  “Cum for me darling, cum on my cock like the good slut you are, yes?”

  And that was enough to push you over the edge as you screamed, arching your back as you creamed around his cock, feeling his thrusts start to slow down before his last thrust kept steady inside you as you knew he had emptied himself. His hand on your clit went to the mattress as the one on your neck found your cheeks caressing it lightly before he locked your lips together. 

  “So that just happened.”

  He chuckled at your words, making you laugh as well, before he looked at you with the boba eyes you knew so well on certain occasions. 

  “I’m gonna pull out, okay?” You nodded whining at the loss of his cock as you watched him take the condom out and toss it on the trash as he got a cloth to clean you up, surprising you a little, bringing a chuckle to leave his mouth. “Are you okay?” He asked as he carefully cleaned you up, eyeing you with concerned eyes when you hissed a little and he quickly apologized.

  “It’s okay, Hwa, don’t worry about it,” you comment, trying to get up already looking for your clothes, only to have Seonghwa hold you by the arm as your legs failed you. “I’m fine, I’ll be okay in a bit, just —”

  “Lay down,” it wasn’t a request although it sounded like it coming from his mouth, by how careful he said it. “You are not leaving this room, we will sleep and then talk about it tomorrow, unless you are uncomfortable —”

  “It’s fine I— I thought you’d want me to leave since…”

  “I’m a little cold, yes, but not that cold. I could never make a girl leave my room right after something like this, especially if that girl is you.” Your breath hitched and Seonghwa smiled at you. “Now, let’s go lay down, do you want one of my shirts to sleep on, darling?”

  You nodded, smiling at him as you sat back on the bed, as Seonghwa smiled at you handing you a shirt and boxers, which you thanked as he pulled the covers after putting shorts himself and laying next to you in bed.

  “Thank you, Seonghwa.”

  “No need to thank me,” he kissed your temple pulling you closer to him on the bed, his hands playing with your hair as he noticed you drifting to dreamland, chuckling lightly. “Goodnight, my darling.”

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I’m not sure if requests are still open or not (if they aren’t just ignore this!!) but if they are, I’d love a really sweet top sal fisher kinda thing!

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 ˎˊ˗ | starring sal fisher

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*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: softdom!sal x sub!reader, mentions of p in v, oral (fem receiving), praising (pronouns used): AFAB reader

First piece I've posted in a bit, no other subject than my lil mass murderer himself <3

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⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal isn't really a rough sex kinda guy anyways, but he also isn't super into being the bottom, so he's a soft dominant all the way. ⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He's incredibly big on dirty talk, though, even though he doesn't really seem like he would be. (It's always the soft spoken ones, bro!)

"You're being such a good girl for me." "I know it hurts baby, but you're doing so fucking good." "I'm so fucking proud of you for taking all of my cock." "You look so beautiful with your mouth around my dick, baby."

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal loves when you're a mindless little sub baby for him. You sitting on the floor in front of him with your cheek against his leg while he absently rubs your hair and praises you- ugh, heaven for him.

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 If you had a rough day at school or something, he loves edging you to sleep. Just using his fingers to stroke away at your insides, except he doesn't let you cum until you tell him you feel better.

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Or he just lets you sleepily rut yourself against his cock while murmuring to you in a soft voice.

"Shhh, you don't need to think, just fuck yourself to sleep, little bird."

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal starts getting hella cocky when you become a mindless, drooling mess from bouncing on his cock for hours on end while he just smirks and gives you compliments about it.

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He loves getting head from you. The sight of you between his legs, struggling to get past a couple inches, tears streaming down your face while you whimper like a good little fuck baby and he gently wipes your tears away with his thumbs and gently talks you through it.

"Ah.. shh, there you go, atta girl.. Just a little further for me? Can you do that baby? Can- ahhh, fuck yeah, there we go, just like that.."

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He also uses his dominance to help you develop a sense of self respect and make healthy habits. You made your bed today? He'll fuck you in it and make it back up for you when you're down. You brushed your teeth? He'll give you the greatest head of your life. You ate breakfast today? He'll rub your clit and tell you how proud he is of you for trying today.

[A Note From Zee]

I apologize for taking so long, I just have not been in the mindset to write recently- Hopefully I can get some more (longer/better) requests settled out this weekend.

[bite-sized-tboy]

Dad who walks in on you getting fucked by your big bro and says he always knew you two were doing this and now he’s going to show you how a man fucks and joins in 👕

long post :P

"now, what exactly is going on in here?"

the moans spilling from my mouth cut off in an undignified gasp at the same time i felt my big brother's thrusts stutter to a panicked stop, still buried inside me. both of us looked up at the door to see our father, arms crossed and leaning against the frame with an unreadable expression.

"d-dad," i stammered, voice weak- big bro's cock was still filling me, making my brain all fuzzy. "can explain, i-i..."

"shut up, you little twerp," big bro hissed into my ear, only to abruptly shut up when dad stepped into the room and closed the door. he chuckled lowly, making a shiver run down my spine.

"move, boy," he directed big bro, and i was surprised when he listened and scrambled out of the way. i whined as i felt his dick leave me, only to yelp when father grabbed my ankles and yanked my hips to the edge of the bed.

"now, i knew your mama and i told you boys to get along," he murmured, large hands running up and down my thighs. i trembled beneath his touch, too dazed to move. "but this is a little excessive, don't you think?"

"he started it," big bro defended, and i glared over at him. "what? you did! stealing my fucking shit and jerking off in them like a little perv."

dad chuckled again, and i whined in embarrassment. "is that right? didn't know my youngest was such a dirty boy." two thick fingers plunged inside me, then, making me cry out and spasm as they curled against my gspot. "look at you, already a mess on my fingers. does your brother ever touch you like this, boy? or is he a selfish little brat who just wants his dick wet?"

i trembled and shook my head- truthfully, big bro and i never bothered with much foreplay beyond me sucking him off. my back arched off the bed as dad's fingers curled again, and again, over and over until i was practically sobbing.

"see, boy?" i could barely hear dad talking to big bro over the pounding of my heart in my ears, desperately humping into my father's hand. "uh huh..." "this is how a man makes their baby feel good. gotta work 'em up proper..."

"dad, dada, dad," i cried as i felt myself working up to the orgasm he'd so rudely interrupted before, thighs trembling. "guh-gonna cum, please please please, daddy!"

all at once, i was empty again, letting out a frustrated sob as the high faded once more. dad tsked at my protest, pulling back to unzip his jeans.

"w-wait, dad, what are you doing?"

"you thought i was done teaching you both a lesson? i'm gonna show you how a real man fucks, and maybe i won't tell your mama about you and your baby brother. got it?"

"...yes, dad."

"good. now watch and learn."

[lisasmuts]

BIRTHDAY PRESENT

Rosie x male reader

5.9k words

( What can be the best birthday present one can give to someone?? )

y/n has been invited from Rosie and her boyfriend, to their house to celebrate y/n’s birthday.

After a quick lunch full of laughter and gossip between the 3 of you, you and your friend move to the living room…

Your friend, Rosie’s boyfriend, smiles at you and speak

“y/n I’ve prepared a special gift for you, on your birthday…”

Then, Rosie slowly walks into the living room, with a cunty walk, like she’s doing a fashion runway, while wearing a big coat.

Your friend smiles at Rosie and tell her

“Rosie please give my bro his birthday gift…”

Rosie slowly approaches you, till her face is close to yours. She then opens her mouth and sensually lick her lips, giving you a sexy show. Then Rosie says,

“Your friend, my lovely boyfriend, gifted my body to you…”

You look at your friend with a surprised expression, processing his words. A mischievous grin slowly spreads across your face as you realize the nature of his ‘gift’. Turning my attention back to Rosie, You take in her alluring appearance, your eyes drinking in the sight of her luscious curves barely contained by the coat.

“Well, well, this is quite the birthday surprise you two have cooked up for me. I’m honored that you’re both willing to share Rosie’s lovely company with me today.”

You reach out and gently caress Rosie’s cheek, your thumb tracing the outline of her soft, plump lips.

“I’ll be sure to enjoy every second of this… special gift.”

Rosie shivers at your touch, her eyes darkening with desire. She leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers,

“I’m all yours for the taking, birthday boy.”

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she notices the effect of her bold display has on you. Without hesitation, she closes the distance between you, her soft lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can feel the warmth of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her coat as she presses against me. Her tongue dances with yours, eagerly exploring your mouth and savoring the taste of your saliva.

Rosie’s nimble fingers trace the outline of your straining cock off your trouser, eliciting a groan of pleasure from your lips. She breaks the kiss, gazing at you with hooded eyes full of desires.

“Mmm, someone’s eager for their birthday present,”

She purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get every inch of what you want.”

Rosie’s hand slips beneath the waistband of your pants, her delicate fingers wrapping around your throbbing shaft. She begins to stroke you slowly, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Her lips return to yours, swallowing your moans of ecstasy as she pleasures you.

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she breaks the kiss.

Maintaining intense eye contact, she slowly lowers her head, her soft lips parting to engulf the throbbing length of your cock. A shudder of pleasure courses through you as her warm, wet mouth envelops you. Her tongue swirls and dances along your sensitive flesh, savoring the salty taste of your pre-cum.

Rosie hums in appreciation, the vibrations sending delicious sensations radiating through your groin. She bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with each pass, her skilled tongue caressing every inch. Her gaze never wavers, silently daring you to look away as she pleasures you with her mouth.

Just when you think you can’t take any more of her teasing, wicked ministrations, Rosie pulls back, leaving only the tip of your cock between her lips. She flicks her tongue against your sensitive slit, eliciting a strangled groan from your throat. Then, with a final, lingering lick, she releases me, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

“Mmm, delicious. I can’t wait to taste more of you, birthday boy.”

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she engulfs your throbbing cock once more. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue swirling and caressing your sensitive flesh with expert precision. She bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with each pass, her saliva coating your shaft and dripping down her chin.

You can’t help but cry out in pleasure, your hips bucking slightly as Rosie works you over. She maintains intense eye contact, her gaze filled with unbridled lust. Between sloppy, slurping sucks, she pauses to ask.

“Are you enjoying this, birthday boy? Does my mouth feel good on your big, hard cock?”

Rosie’s voice is thick with desire, her words sending shivers of pleasure through your body. She resumes her ministrations, her pace quickening as she chases your release. You can feel the familiar tension building, your orgasm rapidly approaching. But just as you were about to tumble over the edge, Rosie pulls back, denying you your climax.

“Ah ah ah, not yet,”

She tuts, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“We’re just getting started. I want to savor every last drop of you.”

Rosie’s eyes light up with unbridled desire when my friend playfully gave you permission to ravage her. Without hesitation, she hungrily latches onto your throbbing cock, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips. Her pussy is dripping wet, the evidence of her arousal glistening on her inner thighs.

Rosie begins to bob her head up and down, her mouth enveloping you in a sloppy, wet embrace. Her tongue swirls and caresses, coaxing more of your pre-cum to the surface. The vibrations of her hums of pleasure send delicious sensations radiating through your body.

Glancing over at your friend, you see him watching you intently, a smug grin on his face. He gives you a subtle nod, silently urging you to take full advantage of his generous gift. Emboldened, you grip the back of Rosie’s head, guiding her movements as she devours your cock.

Rosie’s eyes flutter closed, her focus solely on pleasuring you. She picks up the pace, her mouth sliding up and down your shaft with increasing fervor. The sound of her slurping and gagging fills the room, only adding to the lewd, carnal atmosphere.

Just as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, Rosie suddenly pulls back, a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening cock. She looks up at you, her eyes wild with lust.

“Fuck! Birthday boy, you are aching to cum, aren’t you? I need you to cum inside my throat, now!”

Your friend’s gruff encouragement spurs you on, and you roughly yank Rosie’s head, fucking her throat with abandon. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she gamely struggles to accommodate your thrusting cock. The lewd sounds of your shaft plunging into her mouth echo through the room, mingling with Rosie’s muffled moans.

Suddenly, you feel the familiar tightening in your groin, and with a guttural groan, you unleash your pent-up release directly into Rosie’s waiting mouth.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she savors the taste of your seed, keeping it pooled on her tongue for you to admire.

After the last spurt, you withdraw, leaving Rosie’s lips glistening with your cum. She opens her mouth wide, proudly displaying the impressive load you’ve left her with. A satisfied moan rumbles in her throat as she slowly, sensually swallows it all down, her Adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp.

Rosie appreciates the taste of your cum, her eyes sparkle with mischief as she licks the last traces of your seed from her lips, she gazes up at you, her expression coy yet eager.

“Mmm, you taste delicious, y/n. But I’m not done with you yet.”

and then using her mouth yet again to clean your cock.

Whilst she cleaned your cock with her mouth you asked your friend, presenting him the idea of public gangbang of her.

Removing your cock, she turns to your friend, she pouts playfully.

“So, you cheeky birthday boy y/n, you want to take me to a public washroom for a gangbang, huh? I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

Her voice drops to a sultry purr.

“After all, I am just a needy little slut who craves being used and filled with cock.”

Rosie stands, grabbing her coat and covering her body with it. She saunters over to your friend, pressing her body against his as she whispers something in his ear. Your friend’s eyes widen, then a wicked grin spreads across his face. He nods, and Rosie turns back to you, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Well, y/n, it looks like we’re going on a little field trip. I hope you’re ready to share me with anyone who wants a taste.”

She reaches down, giving your semi-hard cost a teasing squeeze.

“Because I’m about to become the world’s biggest cum dumpster.”

As you make your way to the public washroom with hands in hands, Rosie’s curiosity gets the better of her. She eyes the bowl in your hand and pouts playfully.

“Aw, come on y/n, what’s the surprise? Tell me, tell me!!”

She tugs at your sleeve, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You can’t help but chuckle at her childlike excitement.

“Patience, my dear slut. All will be revealed soon enough.”

You wink at her, enjoying the way her impatience bubbles to the surface.

“After all, you’re already given me the greatest gift I could ever ask for – your beautiful, willing body.”

Rosie huffs in feigned annoyance, but the growing flush on her cheeks betrays her true feelings. She leans in close, her breath tickling your ear.

“Well, in that case, I can’t wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me.”

Her hand trails down your chest, coming to rest teasingly close to your groin.

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to show my appreciation…”

With that, you arrive at the public washroom, the anticipation building as you step inside, ready to indulge in your wicked plans.

As we enter the public washroom, the eyes of the men inside immediately zero in on Rosie’s alluring form. Their gazes roam hungrily over her body, clearly surprised and intrigued by the presence of a woman in their domain. Rosie revels in the attention, a coy smile playing on her lips as she slowly removes her coat, revealing her nude, sexy body to the captivated onlookers.

You tug Rosie close to your side, claiming your stake. Pulling her into a passionate kiss, you let your free hand roam over the gentle curves of her figure. Breaking the kiss, you address the men, your voice thick with authority.

“Gentlemen, today’s my birthday, and I plan on giving you all a party. So, here’s my insatiable slut Rosie for all of you to use however you wish. But there’s one condition – you all need to cum in this bowl.”

You hold up the bowl, a wicked grin spreading across your face. The men’s eyes light up with excitement, their gazes filled with lust as they eagerly crowd around Rosie. She stands there, basking in their hungry stares, her body trembling with anticipation.

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she sinks to her knees without any hesitation, her gaze fixed hungrily on the growing bulges in the men’s trousers. Without hesitation, she begins to rub her face against the hardening cocks, eliciting groans of pleasure from the eager crowd. The men express their gratitude to you, thrilled at the opportunity to indulge in your generous birthday gift.

Rosie’s movements are sensual and deliberate, her soft skin caressing the fabric-covered shafts. She lets out little hums of satisfaction, savoring the feel and scent of their arousal. The men watch, transfixed, as she lavishes attention on their crotches, her tongue occasionally darting out to tease the sensitive areas.

As the men’s excitement builds, Rosie glances up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knows exactly what she’s doing, driving the men wild with her shameless display of wanton need. The room is filled with the sounds of their groans and the rustling of fabric as they struggle to contain their urges.

The men’s demands ring out in unison, their voices thick with lust.

“Spread your legs, slut! Let us see that pretty pink pussy!”

Rosie glances up at you, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. At your nod of approval, she immediately complies, shamelessly spreading her legs wide. The men cheer and jeer, their gazes hungrily devouring the sight of her glistening, exposed pink pussy.

“Look at that, boys! Bet it tastes as sweet as it looks,”

One man growls, eliciting a chorus of lewd agreements. Another man steps forward, running a finger along Rosie’s slit, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

“Mmm, bet this little whore is soaking wet and ready to be used.”

The filthy comments continue to flow as the men crowd around Rosie, their hands reaching out to touch and explore her willing body. She revels in their attention, her chest heaving with excitement as she prepares to service them all.

You join the eager crowd, scolding Rosie playfully.

“Come now, my dear slut, you know these trousers won’t just remove themselves.”

Rosie’s eyes light up with wicked delight, and without hesitation, she sets to work. Her nimble fingers swiftly unbuckle belts and unzip flies, freeing the men’s throbbing cocks from their confines.

As each shaft is exposed, the men waste no time in hurling a barrage of degrading, slut-shaming insults at Rosie.

“Look at this greedy whore, can’t get enough cock!”

One man sneers.

“You’re nothing but a cum dumpster, aren’t you, you filthy slut?”

Another jeers.

Rosie revels in the humiliation, her cheeks flushing with arousal as she bares her body to the jeering crowd. She meets their hateful gazed with a coy smile, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation.

“That’s right, I’m just a dirty little slut who needs to be used and filled with your cum. Please, don’t hold back – degrade me however you want!”

Rosie rises to her feet, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She begins to strike a series of provocative, slutty poses, her body undulating with feline grace. Leaning back slightly, she runs her hands over her curves, accentuating the swell of her hips and the fullness of her breasts.

“Look at me, you animals,”

Rosie purrs, her voice dripping with shameless desire.

“I’m nothing but a dirty whore you craves your cocks.”

She turns around, bending at the waist to give the men a tantalizing view of her round, firm ass and glistening pussy.

The men groan in approval, their eyes drinking in every inch of Rosie’s shameless display. She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with lust.

“Come on, use me however you want. I’m just a pathetic slut who needs to be filled.”

As you come forward on her bent form, you gently slide your throbbing cock into Rosie’s waiting pussy, she lets out a pleasured scream that echoes through the washroom. The other men erupt in cheers, three of them stepping forward eagerly. One slides his shaft into Rosie’s eager mouth, while the other two receive her skilled handjobs.

The men shower Rosie with a barrage of filthy, lustful words, praising her insatiable hunger for their cocks. You tease her playfully, your voice dripping with amusement.

“Well, my dear, are you enjoying yourself? You certainly seem to be reveling in all this attention, you stupid whore!”

Rosie’s eyes are alight with wanton desire as she services the men. Her hips rock back against your thrusts, her mouth and hands working tirelessly to please the others. The room is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the slick, wet noises of your carnal activities.

Rosie is in her element, basking in the degradation and humiliation as she fulfills her role as the group’s eager cum dumpster. Her body trembles with unbridled lust, every inch of her skin flushed with arousal. She is the epitome of a shameless, insatiable whore – and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The men shower Rosie with barrage of filthy, lustful words, praising her insatiable hunger for their cocks. One of them grips her hair tightly, growling into her ear.

“That’s right, you greedy slut, take my cock deep down your throat. Show us how much you love being used as a cum dump!”

Rosie moans around the shaft filling her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as she swallows him to the hilt. The man’s hips snap forward ruthlessly, chasing his own release. With a guttural groan, he empties himself directly into Rosie’s throat, refusing to pull out.

Rosie’s eyes widen briefly, but she quickly recovers, gulping down every last drop of his seed. As he withdraws, leaving her lips glistening, another man surged forward, ready to take his place. But Rosie raises a hand, stopping him.

She turns to you, her expression coy yet questioning.

“Are you enjoying the show, birthday boy? I hope this is everything you dreamed of and more.”

Her voice is thick with arousal, yet there’s a hint of genuine curiosity in her tone.

You growl with pleasure, your hips snapping forward as you fuck Rosie’s pussy senselessly.

“You’re damn right I’m enjoying this, you insatiable slut. This is exactly what you were made for – to be used and filled with cock.”

Rosie turns her head forward, her expression coy yet desperate.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it, birthday boy. Please, I need more!”

She seductively begs, her voice dripping with wanton need.

The waiting man steps forward, a predatory growl rumbling in his chest.

“That’s it, you shameless whore, beg for it. You look so goddamn perfect when you’re begging to be used.”

He grabs a handful of Rosie’s hairs, yanking her head back as he positions his throbbing cock at her lips.

Rosie’s eyes light up with delight, her tongue darting out to tease the tip of his shaft. She whimpers softly, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Please, sir, I need your cock in my mouth. I’ll be such a good little slut for you, I promise!”

The men continue to shower Rosie with a barrage of lustful praise and degrading slut-shaming as you fuck her pussy senselessly. Her body trembles with wanton need, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around your throbbing shaft.

On her mouth, the cocks keep changing, the men taking turns plunging their shafts between her eager lips. They groan with pleasure, praising her skilled tongue and throat as they deposit their loads directly down her gullet. Rosie swallows it all hungrily, her eyes alight with depraved delight.

“That’s it, you filthy whore, drink it all down!”

One man growls, his hips snapping forward as he empties himself. As he withdraws, another immediately takes his place, sliding his cock into Rosie’s well-used mouth without hesitation.

The room is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of Rosie servicing them all. She is the epitome of a shameless, insatiable cum dumpster, and she revels in every moment of her degradation.

As man after man takes their turn, they greedily pump their seed down Rosie’s waiting throat. She gulps it all down hungrily, her eyes alight with depraved delight. But suddenly, she recalls your earlier instruction – that they were all to cum into the bowl.

Pulling the latest cock from her mouth, Rosie turns to the group, her voice dripping with need.

“Wait, wait! I almost forgot – master said you all need to cum in the bowl.”

She casts a pleading look, her body still rocking back against your relentless thrusts.

The men pause, grunting in frustration, but quickly comply. One by one, they begin to stroke themselves, aiming their twitching shafts towards the bowl. Rosie watches, licking her lips in anticipation, as the first thick ropes of cum begin to splatter against the sides of the bowl.

As the men continue to fill the bowl, Rosie clenches her inner muscles around your cock, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As the men continue to take turns using Rosie’s mouth, they replace their own hands with Rosie’s mouth to jerk their cock, guiding her mouth to stroke their throbbing shafts. When each man feels his release approaching, he quickly pulls out, aiming his cock towards the waiting bowl to deposit his load.

In the midst of this, you gently whisper into Rosie’s ear that you’re close to climaxing. Rosie, her mouth currently stuffed with another man’s cock, lets out a muffled moan of delight. As the latest man withdraws to add his seed to the bowl, Rosie stops the next in line.

Turning her head over her shoulder, Rosie looks at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Please, birthday boy, I want you to cum inside me. Don’t hold back!”

Without hesitation, she turns her head back around, eagerly swallowing down the waiting cock as you thrust into her welcoming pussy.

As you reach your climax, you unleash a torrent of seed deep into Rosie’s welcoming pussy. She moans rapturously around the cock currently filling her mouth, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the man. Suddenly, Rosie’s body is wracked by a powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching and squeezing your shaft as she shamelessly squirts, coating your groin with her arousal.

The other men erupt in cheers, their voices dripping with lust and admiration.

“Look at that, the slut’s cumming like a bitch in heat!”

One man growls.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Another exclaims, his hips snapping forward as he empties himself into the waiting bowl.

Rosie is the picture of debauched ecstasy, her mind lost in the throes of her climax. She continues to suck and stroke the cock in her mouth, determined to milk every last drop from its owner. The washroom is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of their carnal activities.

As the waves of her intense orgasm subside, Rosie exclaims breathlessly.

“OH MY GOD, that was the best climax I’ve ever had in my life!”

The men erupt in laughter, hurling a barrage of filthy, degrading comments her way.

“Look at this shameless slut, loving every second of her gangbang!”

One man jeers.

“You’re nothing but a greedy little cum dumpster, aren’t you?”

Another sneers.

Suddenly without warning, you align your cock with Rosie’s tight asshole and push inside, immediately setting a rough, punishing pace. Rosie cried out, the sudden intrusion overwhelming her senses. She stumbles, falling to the dirty floor of the washroom.

A man lying in wait quickly slides beneath her, aligning his shaft with Rosie’s dripping pussy. With a predatory growl, he rams his cock into her, stretching her to the limit. The dual penetration causes Rosie scream out in a unadulterated pleasure.

Seizing the opportunity, another man surges forward, shoving his throbbing member into Rosie’s open mouth. She gags briefly, but quickly finds her rhythm, her tongue swirling and her throat constricting around the intrusion.

Rosie is utterly overwhelmed, her body a conduit for the men’s carnal desires. Yet, her expressions is one of pure, unbridled ecstasy – she is in her element, reveling in the degradation and humiliation, her every need and fantasy being fulfilled.

As you slam into Rosie’s tight ass, you slap her cheeks roughly, growling in her ear.

“Take it, you filthy slut! You love getting used like the whore you are, don’t you?”

The man pounding her pussy grunts in pleasure.

“Fuck, she’s still so tight, even after being passed around like this. What greedy little cunt!”

Rosie moans around the cock filling her mouth, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the man. As he withdraws to add his load to the waiting bowl, Rosie turns to both of you, her expression coy and seductive.

“Mmm, you boys feel so good inside me, especially you birthday boy y/n, seems you can’t get enough of me. I’m your dirty little cum dump, aren’t I? Please, don’t stop using me – I need more of your delicious cum!”

For the next half hour, you continue to fuck Rosie’s tight ass senselessly, your hips snapping forward with ruthless abandon. The other men take turns using her other holes, their cocks pounding into her relentlessly.

Rosie moans and screams in pleasure, her body wracked by wave after wave of ecstasy. The men shower her with a barrage of degrading insults, praising her as a filthy, insatiable cum dumpster.

“That’s it, you greedy slut, take our cocks! You were born to be used like this,”

One man growls, slamming into her pussy with bruising force.

As each man nears his climax, he withdraws to add his load to the steadily-filling bowl. Rosie’s eyes are wild with lust, her entire being focused on servicing the group to the best of her abilities.

After hours of relentless use, Rosie lies sprawled on the floor, her body utterly spent from the relentless gangbang. Her pussy is extremely overstimulated, and swollen, each twitch sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her frame. The constant climaxes she’s experienced from the endless pleasure of being fucked by so many cocks leaving her in a daze.

The bowl beside her is filled to the brim with the collective seed of the men who have used her. As the other men finally begin to tire, they withdraw from Rosie’s well-used holes. Despite her exhaustion, you continue to switch between her well-used pussy and her tight, clenching asshole, driving into her with unrelenting fervor. Rosie moans weakly, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

“Did you… did you like it, birthday boy?”

She manages to ask, her expression a mix of blissful satisfaction and genuine curiosity.

“I’ve never felt so alive, so… so completely used. It was everything I ever dreamed of and more.”

She gazes up at you, her eyes shining with adoration.

“And you? Did you enjoy watching me get passed around like the filthy slut I am? Seeing me reduced to nothing more than a receptacle for your pleasure?”

As the hours drag on, Rosie’s body becomes the epicenter of a seemingly endless gangbang. One man after another enters the washroom to fresh themselves but eventually use Rosie’s well-worn holes. Despite the constant barrage of penetration, Rosie’s pussy and ass remain tight and responsive, clenching down greedily on your cock as you continue to fill her again and again.

Her expression is one of pure, unadulterated bliss – the very picture of a shameless, insatiable whore. Rosie’s moans and cries of pleasure echo off the tiled walls, spurring on the men to be ever rougher and more relentless in their use of her body.

Despite the countless cocks that have plundered her holes, Rosie’s pussy and ass still grip you with a vice-like intensity. She whimpers and moans with each thrust, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and depraved fulfillment.

“Please, y/n, don’t stop!”

She begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I need your cum, I need it so badly. Fill me up again and again!”

Rosie’s shameless words only serve to stoke the flames of your lust. With a primal growl, you resume your relentless pounding, determined to give the insatiable slut exactly what she craves.

For the next half hour you fucked her relentlessly cumming inside her countless time.

As you finally withdraw from Rosie’s well-used pussy, she lets out a soft whimper of disappointment and satisfaction. However, your words quickly catch her attention.

“Wear your coat, pet. It’s time to head back.”

Rosie nods obediently, quickly slipping back into her coat, though her eyes remain filled with curiosity.

“But what the bowl, y/n?”

She asks, glancing over at the receptacle filled to the brim with the collective seed of the men who have used her.

“What are you going to do with all that?”

You offer her an enigmatic smile.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, my dear. Now come along, we mustn’t keep my friend waiting any longer.”

Rosie falls into step beside you, her mind racing with possibilities. Whatever you have planned, she knows it will be deliciously decadent. With a barely contained shiver of anticipation, she follows you out of the washroom, eager to discover what delights await her back home.

As you reach back home, your friend, Rosie, and you settle on the couch. your friend gently removes Rosie’s coat, taking in her disheveled state with amusement.

“My, my, Rosie. Look at you baby, all destroyed and used.”

He exclaims.

“Fuck babes, how many men had their way with you today? Hmm?”

He asks, his voice tinged with playful curiosity.

Rosie and you both giggle at his question.

“Oh, we lost count, darling.”

She coos, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

After a few moments of laughter, your friend’s gaze falls upon the bowl you’ve brought back. His brow furrows slightly.

“And what’s this?”

He inquired, gesturing towards the receptacle.

You grin, your voice laced with amusement.

“These are the seeds of the men who so thoroughly enjoyed your girlfriend today, my friend. A little momento, if you will.”

Your friend looks at you with a raised eyebrow when you asked him to get undressed, but the amusement in his expression is clear.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?”

He asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You lean in, a dark chuckle escaping your lips.

“I though we might have a little fun with our dear Rosie. You see, I have a plan to put that bowl of seed to good use.”

You gesture towards the receptacle, your eyes gleaming with mischief. Your friend’s eyes widen in understanding, and a grin spreads across his face.

“I see. Well then, let’s not keep the lady waiting then.”

With that, he begins to undress, his movements confident and sure. Rosie’s eyes light up as she watches the two of you disrobe. She sinks to her knees, her gaze locked on your growing erections. Her lips part, a silent plea for you to use her.

“Go on, pet,”

You murmur, your voice low and commanding.

“Beg for it.”

Rosie doesn’t hesitate, her words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

“Please, use me! Let me pleasure you both. I need your cocks, your cum – I’ll drink it all down, I promise!”

Rosie eagerly takes turns sucking on our throbbing cocks for the next half hour, her mouth moving with a hungry, desperate rhythm. She moans around the thick shafts, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you both.

As she switches between our members, Rosie’s body trembles with wave after wave of climax. Yet she never falters, her dedication to pleasing you unwavering.

“Mmm, your cocks taste soo good,”

She purrs, her eyes hooded with lust.

“I’m going to drink every last drop of your delicious cums.”

Rosie’s filthy words only spur you both on, both of your hips bucking as you draw closer to the edge. She redoubles her efforts, her tongue swirling and her throat constricting around your aching members.

The room is filled with the sounds of your collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of Rosie’s ministrations.

Rosie’s eyes widen in surprise as you and your friend announce that you’re about to climax. She watches intently as you both aim your throbbing cock at the bowl, depositing your seed into the already full bowl.

Your friend told Rosie

“Here Rosie, here’s your reward.”

You added

“Now come and drink it Rosie.”

“What? You want me to drink all of that?”

Rosie exclaims, her voice laced with a mix of shock and playful disbelief.

“There’s no way I can do that!”

She teases, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Well, since you both want it so badly then how can I refuse, and afterall, you birthday boy y/n this is your wish and your birthday so I got to do it.”

With a playful wink, Rosie crawls to you and your friend near the couch.

Rosie gazes up at you and your friend, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dips her head into the bowl, her pink tongue eagerly lapping up the mingled seed within.

A guttural moan of pure ecstasy escapes her lips as salty, viscous fluid coats her tongue and slides down her throat. She drinks greedily.

Pulling her face from the bowl, Rosie grins brightly, her features smeared with the collective cum.

“Mmm, it all tastes so good! I just can’t get enough.”

With that, she plunges her face back into the bowl, her whole head disappearing beneath the surface of cum.

Your friend and you watch the debauched display, passing filthy comments ass Rosie revels in her depravity.

“Look at the greedy slut, drowning herself in the mixed seed. She’s insatiable!”

Rosie’s muffled moans of ecstasy only spur you on, your words growing increasingly vulgar and degrading.

Your friend and you continue to shower Rosie with a barrage of degrading insults, mocking her as a filthy, greedy dog as she hungrily laps up the mingled seed from the bowl. The girl revels in the humiliation, her eyes wild with lust.

“That’s it, you shameless bitch, drink it all down!”

Your friend growls, his voice dripping with contempt.

“You’re nothing but a cum-drunk whore, aren’t you?”

Rosie moans in ecstasy, her tongue darting out to lap up the cum. The excess fluid coats her face, dripping down her chin and nose as she hungrily inhales the cum through her nose as well. Her body starts trembling with intense climax, her pussy clenching around nothing as she descends further into depravity.

Rosie’s body trembles with one intense climax after another as she greedily laps up the mingled seed from the bowl. Your friend and you watch in awe, marvelling at how the insatiable Rosie is orgasming so desperately, simply from drinking down the collective cum of her numerous users.

“Look at the filthy slut, cumming like a bitch in heat,”

Your friend sneers, his voice dripping with contempt.

“She can’t get enough, can she?”

Rosie moans in response, her darting out to lick every last drop of cum.

After several minutes, Rosie finally finishes, gazing up at you with her mouth open and eyes rolled back in a perfect aegyo. Her tongue darts out, showcasing that she has indeed gulped down every last drop of the mingled seed. The sight is utterly debauched, yet undeniably captivating.

Rosie gazes up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“So, birthday boy y/n, did you enjoy your little present?”

She purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.

You can’t help but grin, utterly captivated by the depraved display you’ve witnessed.

“Enjoyed it? Darling, this has been the best birthday surprise I could have every asked for.”

You reach down, gently caressing her cum-stained cheek.

“You’ve been an absolute dream.”

Rosie leans into your touch, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

“I’m so glad you feel that way y/n.”

Her tongue darts out, licking a stray droplet of cum from the corner of her mouth.

With a coy smile, Rosie rises to her feet, her movements graceful despite her thoroughly used state. She saunted over to the couch, hips swaying with each step, before straddling your laps on the couch. Her lips brush against yours in a featherlight kiss, teasing and tantalizing.

“The night is still young, birthday boy.”

“And I’m not done with you just yet��.”

( Happiest birthday to my dearest friend @s-shirooo, many many returns of the day bro, i'm really glad we both are friends. It's been 1 year since we both are friends and I'm thoroughly grateful 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾. I hope we continue to enjoy Lisa and Rosie together 🫶🏾. once again happy birthday. 🫶🏾)