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Living Room - Enclosed

Living room - mid-sized mediterranean formal and enclosed porcelain tile and yellow floor living room idea with yellow walls, no fireplace and no tv

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Single Wall New York Photograph of a seated home bar in a mid-sized transitional room with a single-wall carpet and beaded inset cabinets, gray cabinets, onyx countertops, gray backsplash, and stone tile backsplash.

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SECONDHAND SMOKE

─ Logan Howlett/Wolverine x mutant f! reader || WC: 2.2k

SYNOPSIS: Waiting for Logan back at the X-Mansion, he welcomes you into his arms and enjoys his cigar with you on his lap.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. SMUTTY. Thigh Riding. Dirty Talk. Kissing. Scent Kink. Light Oral (f receiving). Established Relationship. Older! X-Men Logan implied. Age Gap Implied [Logan looks to be in his 40s, Reader is in their 20s]. Reader is a telepath & telekinetic mutant with a human appearance. Telepathic communication. Logan is a tease and a lover boy, he uses multiple terms of endearment. They match each other's freak.

A/N: I've been meaning to upload another Logan fic especially since watching the D&W movie on Friday, and I wanted to share this with y'all. This story is also technically part of a larger idea, but that will be talked about later. I have other things planned for Logan as well for X-Men Logan, old man Logan, and variant Logan. That man is not going to be safe on my watch. Thank you to @ozarkthedog for the proofread and the motivation to keep writing for this man, and shout out to @zloshy for taking part in the aesthetics and the encouragement with the yap sessions. I adore you both. Anywho, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! <3

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST | AO3

You’ve been waiting for him all day while he was out with the rest of the leading group of X-Men, something regarding a history lesson that needed to be handled. You stayed at the mansion on Xavier’s orders, tending to the younger class of gifted mutants until the veterans arrived by nightfall. To keep yourself occupied, you perused the many books Logan kept on his shelf towards the far end of his bedroom, picking up a well-loved novel from Hemingway to delve into. 

Carefully turning the pages, the wording and storytelling entranced you, each paragraph manifesting into visions that played in your head like a live-action film. Half of your senses remained in the book while the other listened for the familiar creaks of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hallway.

You sensed him before you saw him. Halfway into the book, you lift your head at the sound of the door opening, spotting Logan standing by the threshold of the room’s entryway. Closing the door behind him, he steps towards where you sat on his bed, holding your chin upwards to face him. Bending forward, he placed a soft kiss on your lips, followed by a content sigh that made a smile creep up on your face.

“Hey,” you said, meeting Logan’s softened gaze as he moved away from you to the other side of the room, plopping down on the leather armchair in a heap. He exhaled heavily through his nose, throwing his head back along the edge of the chair. “Long day?”

“The fucking longest,” Logan grumbled, his brow bone creasing before he relaxed.

“I thought you liked hanging out with Scott?” you questioned, the end of your voice trailing off into a playful tease as you sat up on the mattress.

“Sweetheart, that man has a pretentious stick up his ass. You couldn’t pay me to spend time with him.” You laughed at his mild irritation, knowing Logan’s faux vexation towards his friend was a facade to cover his true feelings of fondness.

Reaching for a box of cigars to his right, Logan clipped the cap off a fresh one and popped it between his lips, holding it by his teeth. He glanced at you, the corner of his lips curling up in a mischievous grin.

“Come here, you gotta light this for me.”

With a smile, you obliged, quickly rising on your feet and striding to where he sat in the chair, swinging your legs around to situate yourself over his denim-clad lap. Straightening your back, your eyes briefly flashed black as you materialized the metal lighter from its place on the bookshelf before Logan, flicking the spark wheel until the red flame brightened his chin. The foot end of the cigar sizzled as it burnt to ash, the familiar scent of finely aged tobacco filled your nose as he drew in his first breath.

“Sneaky.” He mumbled around the cigar, taking a harsh pull of air before curling his fingers to hold it, huffing the smoke out on the next exhale.

“I call it being efficient.” You grinned to yourself, accepting the reciprocated hum rumbling through Logan’s broad chest. Your fingers skimmed his collarbones that peeked through the white tank under his flannel, admiring the bob of his throat and the steady rise of his body whenever he breathed.

“What were you up to in here? Snooping through my shit?” His sight darted to the burgundy button-down you wore, ending right at the top of your bare thighs. He brought his free hand to caress your leg, running circles over your skin and feeling you shiver slightly under him. “I was looking for this shirt last week, you know?”

“First off, this was gifted to me,” you stated with a roll of your eyes, smacking Logan across the chest and forcing a dry chuckle out of him. “And secondly, I was waiting for you to come back.”

“Hmm, so you’re saying you missed me?”

“Surprisingly, I did.” You sneaked your other hand towards Logan’s neck, curling your fingers around the thick hair at his nape. He almost purred at the touch, smoking his cigar and looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Besides, it’s nice and quiet here. You also gave me permission to be here for your information.” 

Since dating Logan, it has been a slow start to accomplishing milestones for either of you, taking things one step at a time to avoid scaring the other off. Now that things have been good between you, he gave you free reign to be in his bedroom at the mansion, usually spending the day here for some solace or sleeping in his bed instead of yours on the other side of the estate. On a mental note, he intended to make your presence in his life more permanent.

“Damn, I forgot I gave you permission to take my stuff,” Logan quipped, somehow becoming more cocky than he usually was. You loved him for it either way.

Asshole. Although you didn’t verbally say the word, he heard your voice in his mind, taking the telepathic route. His smirk widened as he took another drag of his cigar, the smoke heavy in the air as it circled the two of you.

“All yours, darlin’.” He offered you a wink, squeezing your thigh with his other hand to keep you in place, seated on his thick thighs.

You spent a few minutes talking to him, giving him a rundown of your relatively calm day and mentioning the book you read earlier. It was oddly domestic, something that most mutants would not be able to partake in, and Logan silently thanked whoever granted him the opportunity to experience it.

A comfortable silence occupied the room once Logan was halfway down his cigar. Enjoying his company, you nuzzled into his neck, taking in his natural scent. A mix of pinewood and leather filled your senses, musky and so clearly him, your belly twitched at the warmth of his body against yours. Absentmindedly, you began to litter kisses over his skin, placing a few more along the base of his throat and moving upwards to the corner of his jaw. He could smell the shift in your behavior; arousal mixing in with the lingering haze heightened his senses, and his attention was directed back to you.

“Need something?” His voice dropped an octave as he asked you, running lines up and down your leg, the sensation making you squirm.

“Need you, smartass.” Holding his face, you kissed him on the cheek and once more on the tip of his nose, reaching his lips along the way. His eyes closed at the touch, wanting nothing more than to feel the caress of your tongue and sink his teeth into your bottom lip. 

“I want you too, but I’m on my smoke break.” You were ready to pout at him before Logan adjusted your positioning, shifting you more off to the side so your pelvis sat on one of his thighs. The thickness of the denim covering the hard muscle of his leg rubbed against your underwear, a moan settling in the back of your throat at the contact.

“Get yourself off while I finish this. Promise, it’ll be worth it, hun.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, knowing what he was asking for, yet your cheeks warmed under his stare. He merely shrugged, raising an eyebrow and patiently waiting for your next move.

Doubtfully, you pivoted your hips forward, dragging yourself across the vast expanse of his thigh before drawing backward. The first few passes felt strange, but you quickly found your rhythm, rocking your hips in even thrusts. The material of his jeans rubbed just right against your panties; the thin fabric that separated your body from his added more friction to your sensitive clit. Your lower spine grew warm with Logan’s free hand idly holding your waist, calmly guiding your movements over him until he was confident you got it handled.

Logan leans back into the chair and plants his feet on the floor, giving you more leverage to work with. His keen eyes take in the way you flutter yours shut, eyebrows furrowing in concentration at getting the perfect angle and drive. He can hear your heart beating in your ribcage and can feel the pumping of your blood flowing through your veins to rush between your legs.

Muffled moans pour out of you, gripping the fabric of Logan’s shirt and tilting forward a bit more, digging your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. The secondhand smoke from his cigar amplified the incessant throbbing down South, a second pulse that pounded through your body with a need clawing at your gut. The motion of your hips grew more persistent as your slick seeped into your panties, known to Logan when his nostrils flared to catch your scent in the air.

“Feeling good, princess?” You heard his voice filtering through the light mess of your thoughts, focusing on making yourself feel good under his orders. You hummed against his neck, nodding and keeping your even pacing as you leaned into his muscular body.

“Yeah, I know it’s good. Bet your pussy is just crying for me now, probably tastes just as sweet too.” Logan’s vulgar mouth only motivated you to grind your hips harder against his leg, reminiscent of a bitch in heat the more you moved over him.

There was something erotic about getting yourself off while Logan observed and enjoyed his smoke. To him, you were quality entertainment, a sight for sore eyes after a hectic day full of learning things he was trying to retain. Your mind grew clouded, full of the many ways Logan handled you, things like this that kept you on your toes the way he knew how. Flashbacks of this morning flickered before your eyes, reminiscing the feel of his tongue slipping inside you and his bicep tucked under your neck as he fucked you from behind.

Logan could picture it too, traces of your daydreams passing by in his head, instances where he made you feel so good you had nothing left to give. He wonders how wet you are, could taste your cunt on the back of his tongue, missing it since he left you with a weary grin on your face as you slept in his bed. He hopes you stained the worn denim that separated the two of you and prays that you leave your mark on him, no matter how temporary.

“Getting close?” he asked. He didn’t hear you respond, but your voice remained floating in the confines of his skull.

Yes. Fuck yes. So close. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please.

“I will sugar, promise I will.” His hand ran up the curve of your spine and gently curled around your neck, pulling you backward to hold his gaze. Your glossed-over pupils dilated at the sight of him, irises darkening and filling with ink. The embodiment of your powers made him curious at first, with blackened eyes at the indication of specific actions, but he quickly got used to seeing the signs every time he made you fall over the edge.

“C’mon, sweet girl. Make a mess on my jeans, and I swear I’ll treat your pussy the way she deserves, the way she needs. Let me feel it.”

Logan. Logan. Logan.

“Fuuuck…” You whined under your breath, doing three more harsh passes over his thigh before your body abruptly tensed, legs shaking and pressing into his hard body as the wave slammed over you. Mind clear and body lax, you hummed against Logan’s throat, pulse thumping against your lips as you placed a light kiss.

He took one last pull of his cigar before smudging it into the ashtray on the end table to his left, ideally saving whatever was left of it for after he fucks you. Wrapping his thick arms around you, he brings you closer to him, pulling your hips over his to hover over the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Need something?” you taunted, parroting his earlier words with equal tone and sarcasm.

“Yeah. Need to clean up the mess you made.”

Crashing into your lips, he kissed you deeply for the first time that night, curling his tongue around yours in affectionate swirls and releasing an audible groan. Holding you close, he stood up on his feet and picked you up with ease, strolling towards the bed in three strides. Lighthearted giggles tumbled out of you, making Logan’s heart beat in tandem with yours. The sides of his face creased as he mimicked your smile, tugging hastily at your sodden underwear and tossing them to the side. Rough fingers curled around the soft flesh of your thigh, parting your legs to admire his handiwork as he heard your voice in his head again.

Greedy.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” As if to prove your point, he licked a broad stripe up the length of your cunt, your wetness coating his tongue as he placed a complimentary kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves, re-igniting the fire he started.

 “Now be good and let your old man have a taste.”

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sim jaeyun — “you’re in safe hands”

pairing: s.jy x fem!reader

not proofread, enjoy! (MINORS DNI)

: you can’t handle looking at your boyfriend’s nice and veiny hands without doing anything about it.

cw: SMUT SMUT ALLLL SMUT, everything is consensual, hand kink (obviously), a bit of size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, riding, jake calls you princess most of the time, playing with your tits, slight choking, mentions of sending nudes??, lots of whimpers from him, jake slaps your mouth, established relationship, jake has a drivers license woahwoahwoah

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you faintly hear the ringtone of your phone through the buzzing in your ear. you slowly open your eyes, let out a sigh and immediately grab your phone to stop that annoying sound.. until you look at the now lit up screen of your phone, that your boyfriend jake is calling you.

you quickly sit up in shock, trying to clear your throat and answering the call, remembering that you were supposed to go on a date today.

“mm..yes my love? how are.. you?” you say, trying your best not to yawn in the middle of your sentence.

you can hear jake laughing at you through the other line. “princess, you’re still sleeping at this hour? i’m sorry for waking you up but.. it’s 4 pm already.” wait.. what?? 4 pm?? you were supposed to meet up 3 hours ago. how is it possible that you slept this long?

“don’t worry.. sunoo told me that he tried calling you since morning and you never answered, so i just let you sleep. instead of lunch.. could we go out to dinner now..?”

“ugh..fuck.. i’m sorry. i didn’t realise i slept that long.. is it okay in 3 hours..? i need to shower..” you reply as you’re massaging your head from the massive headache you got.

“of course love. i’ll come pick you up.. although.. does this mean i get no shower sneak peek??” he chuckles, and you just roll your eyes at his words.

“hold your horses now.. you might get to see me another time.” you smile.

there’s a few awkward seconds of silence, then he decides to hang up so you can get ready.

truth is.. you slept this long because of the hangover you’re having after a longgg night partying with your best friend sunoo. main reason why your headache is also present. —

you hop in the shower, actually debating to send jake a little picture or a video but.. you decide to be a bit of a tease. you just finish your shower and start getting ready.

you get dolled up all for him, putting on a nice laced dress and your favourite ysl lipgloss, that jake bought for you as a present not long ago. you get your phone and keys, locking your huge metal gate. your phone makes a few clicking sounds while you search for jake’s number to call him.

“baby, i’m right in front of my house. i’ll be waiting for you.”

“okay princess, i’m almost there. i can’t wait to see you”

you smile at your phone as you hang up, already seeing the blinding lights of his black suv, stopping right next to you. he gets out the car to check you out for atleast 5 minutes, offering you a kiss and then opening the car door like a true gentleman. you get in the car, the seats all warmed up. “good.” you say in your mind. it’s mildly snowing out, you needed this.

jake sits back in the driver’s seat, getting ready to leave. you turn to look at him while he’s focused on the road and you can’t help but admire him. you would lie if you said that he’s not the hottest man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. with his slick back black hair, a nice black suit hugging his waist while also complementing his eyes.

your eyes suddenly slip to his arms, more specifically his hands. they’re resting on the top of the steering wheel, his fingers so long and pretty, multiple veins following from his forearm up to the back of his hand. that scenery alone made you squeeze your thighs together, knowing you couldn’t act on it here..

there is only one thing you thought about on that silent car ride, his long fingers inside you. you needed that more than anything. right now. instead, you try to look the other way, your body as stiff as a rock.

jake looks at you for a split second wondering why you’re moving around in your seat so much. he smiles, reaching out one hand to place on your inner left thigh. “what’s wrong love? are you uncomfortable?”

you thought you would let out a moan right there, right as he placed his hand on your inner thigh. you quickly shake your head left and right trying to diffuse the situation. you accidentally look downwards at your lap, and see that same hand, now grasping the soft skin of your thigh, one vein getting more prominent with each squeeze.

you continue through this hell for a few more minutes until you arrive, exhaling when he gets his hand off you.

. . . you get to your table, through the reservation that jake made previously. the place is pretty packed for a high end restaurant like this one. you’re both making small talk, asking how your day was and.. what plans you have for tonight.. he’s flipping through the menu and all you can stare at are those hands. you begin to breathe more rapidly, getting impatient.

“who cares about food right now? all i want are those fingers in my mouth” you think, trying not to slap yourself from the realisation of what you just almost said out loud.

still, you finish eating, he pays with his black card of course. even though you keep insisting that you want to pitch in. he loves spoiling you every time and all you can give him in return are kisses or.. something more.

after another few excruciating minutes in that car, you arrive back at your home. jake sits down on the couch, manspreading while you take your shoes off.

“thank you my love.. the dinner was amazing. what can i do to repay you?” he plasters on a confused look on his face, almost replying with “you don’t have to repay me” but.. seeing how beautiful you were for him.. how you looked and how you got ready all for him.. made him needy. in a blink of an eye. he knew he was lucky dating you, and the thought that you were all his made him so excited.

“hmm.. there might be something you can do for me princess. you think i’m stupid? i saw how you were drooling over my hands. you really love them huh?”

you get a bit embarrassed, but you’re way too horny to deny anything right now. “yeah.. i really do… i need them. please.” you say already biting your bottom lip.

you can see him slowly form a grin on his face, not saying a word. he pats his thigh two times, to show you the seat you’ll have for the rest of the night.

you eagerly walk up to him and take off your coat to take your seat on his lap. he pulls you into a kiss that turns into a make out session. he travels his hands down to your waist, and you move yours to hold onto his shoulders. you don’t pull away from his lips for a long time, the taste keeping you addicted.

he makes you pull away at one point, smiling at you. he takes his own coat off, having only a white satin shirt underneath. two buttons of the shirt are already undone, showing his chest real well.. with a nod from him as agreement, you begin unbuttoning his shirt, in a few seconds leaving him shirtless. you saw those abs and muscles countless times yet.. it still makes your body have a reaction you can’t explain.

he softly tugs on your dress while whining and pouting. you laugh at his pouty face, finding him so adorable yet so demanding. “go ahead”, quiet words leave your mouth while looking into his eyes.

he does not hesitate. he takes off that dress almost ripping it off out of excitement, leaving you in your underwear. he uses his middle and ring finger to open your mouth, shoving them in and wetting them with your saliva. you suck on his fingers a bit, getting to be a bit of a show-off.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, taking off your panties now. he immediately starts rubbing your clit first, flicking it a bit and getting it all wet.. then he moves down to your folds, moving his fingers back and forth. you grab onto one of his shoulders for support, digging your nails in it.

“l..love please.. put them in..”

he does exactly as he’s told. he shoves both fingers inside you, slowly pumping them in and out.. you’re rapidly losing your mind, this is everything you wished for. you grab onto his wrist with your other hand, trying to make him keep going but.. to no avail.

he stops, giving you a signal to ride his fingers instead. you get into position, trying your best to move your hips back and forth. you moaned feeling his fingers in you, not being able to resist anymore already. when he curls his fingers up inside you, he was almost convinced you were about to cum.

you ride his fingers as well as you can, trying to get on his good side. he’s not quite satisfied with your pace, so he gives you a slap over the mouth. “ride them faster princess, what’s up? tired already?” you’re fucked up as is, his words are making this WAY harder for you. the moans are getting more and more consistent, figuring that you’re going to cum soon.

“okay slut, slow down now. i don’t want you to get too tired. i’ll make you bounce on my cock just like this if you’re a good girl for me.” but… you don’t slow down. with how much energy you have left, you keep going. “ahh..i need to cum..first..plea..” he cuts you off, his tone getting more irritated.

“oh? you wanna cum? let me help you cum then whore.” he grabs onto your neck, choking you ever so slightly while fucking you with his fingers. he’s moving his hand as fast as he can trying to make you cum. you moan uncontrollably at this point, getting so close to your release and not being able to talk properly from the choking.

you do end up cumming all over his veiny fingers and pants. the grasp on your neck loosens, leaving a red mark around it.

“mmm.. since i stretched you out so well with my fingers.. how about we put that to good use?” he smiles, that smile being far away from innocent. you know exactly what he wants and you’re willing to give him that.

you catch up your breath, grabbing onto his shoulders again. “let me ride you then.” you reply, trying to be as nonchalant as you can.

you move your hands down to his pants, slowly slipping them off him. the bulge in his boxers is huge, obviously you already knew that but the thought didn’t comfort you. he’s usually hard to take in, now imagine being all fucked up and having to ride him. you let out a small scared sigh, while taking his boxers off too.

his cock springs up immediately and you lick your lips looking at it. you grab the base to stroke it a few times, before getting into position to ride him. you intertwine your fingers with his as you slowly go down on him. you almost feel like giving out when you take him all in but you need to make him feel good.

you slowly start riding him, his size almost being unbearable to take. he loves it though, he loves how you struggle to take him and how that small bulge appears in your stomach everytime you bounce up and down. he grabs and pulls on your hair just to make you speed up, teasing you with that hair pull each time he feels you slowed down.

you pick up your pace significantly, moving up and down, back and forth on him. your eyes roll back from the pleasure and it really feels like he’s splitting you into two. he stops holding hands to take your tits out of your bra just to fondle them a bit. he’s running his thumb all over your nipples, sending you shivers down your spine.

“such a good girl.” he remarks, coming from him this is a compliment. you smile at his words, motivating you to keep going. he’s very deep inside you right now, any sudden movement almost making you cum a second time..

you can hear him getting more vocal over time, he’s whimpering and cooing.. the usual tough guy that would control every movement of yours, is now getting so vocal.. you love it though, your favourite part of it might just be his moans.

you clench your teeth and force yourself to go as fast as you can, just to make him cum.

“fffuck…. princess hold.. on.. i’m close..” just music to your ears. you want to let this man fill you up right now. you push yourself even more to overstimulation just to make him cum.

he lets out a whimpery moan getting so close already.

“cum.. inside me.. please my love..”

those are the last words you can say before he cums all in you. he’s filling you up to the brim and you can do is smile, feeling his cum leaking out of you. you give him a sweet kiss on the lips then on the nose.

“fucking hell… maybe we should go out to dinner more often hm?”

you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “you’re so cute.. now, wanna join me in the shower? no games this time.”

“waittt.. so this is why you didn’t send anything from your shower today.. let’s go for another round baby. what do you think?” he says, hugging your waist.

“hmmm.. maybeee. if you use those hands of yours again.”

“well, you know you’re in safe hands with me.”

[chosok-amo]

HOW TO FUCK 101 .ᐟ

megumi fushiguro you're gojo satoru's sister and megumi fushiguro was the kid that your brother adopted— you're two years older than the boy. one night you caught him having a wet dream about you and he's never fuck before, so you decided to make his dream come true.

beware. nsfw!megumi. 19!megumi. 21!fem x reader. virginity loss. degrading. raw sex. suggestions words. name calling. unprotected sex.

your eyes flutter, try to adjust from the brightness of your lamp— blink for a few times before your blurry vision becomes clear. you look to your left and right around your room. “what—oh fuck..” you groan as you feel the sore in your throat. again, you groan before sitting up and wince when the pain starts kicking you in the head.

“oh fuck! I'm gonna kick satoru for allowing me to drink this much,” you curse your brother under your breath— head resting on your palm for a moment before you stand up abruptly, unintentionally making the pain worse.

“that's it, I'm never gonna drink alcohol ever again!” you make a promise to yourself— which is a lie by the way. slowly, you walk out of your room to the kitchen.

you grab a glass of water to drink. “why is it so quiet in here?” you mumble to yourself and put the glass down after you finish. realize your house feels so quiet and calm. only the sound of soft wind and the cricket faded in the background. only the moonlight filling the room through the big glass wall.

you're about to go back to your room when you hear someone whimpering softly, followed by a moaning and someone calling your name in a whisper.

the sound of soft whimpers, mewled moans and whispers of your name in the dead of the night had captured your full, focused attention— and that curiosity and curiosity alone was the only thing that made you venture down the hallway and closer and closer to the source of the sounds.

while you were unsure of who it was, there was a small, little part of you that was already forming an idea of *who* it was. as silent as possible, you pad closer to his door, careful to avoid the creaks of the floorboards, before leaning in and listening closer, wondering if you had really heard it or if it was all in your head.

but then, faintly, you hear it again—the whimpering, the faint whispering of your name, and a shiver runs down your spine.

the skin of your forehead crinkles as your eyes narrow. your hands make contact with a cold metal door handle. the sound of the door crickets faint as you push the door of megumi's room open. there he is, sprawling on his bed.

megumi's form is illuminated faintly by the moonlight trickling in through the windows, and your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him asleep on his bed, with nothing but boxer. he's sprawled out on the sheets, limbs splayed out as if in the grips of a dream, the blankets pushed off and tangled at the foot of the bed. his chest rises and falls in soft, rapid breaths, his eyes moving rapidly beneath his closed eyelids, caught in the thralls of a dream— his face, flushed and twisted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

there's an odd tension in the air, something that make your heart flutter in your chest.

his hands move, caressing his body, his neck, and his stomach until it goes down to his dick that only cover with a black boxer, hugging his thigh perfectly. you can see the outline of his dick faintly, how each stroke makes it bigger.

“oh, y/n, fuck..!”

you stupefied. the sound of megumi keeps on moaning your name while moving his hand on his dick, squeezing it gently and your brain work fast enough to know he's having a wet dream about you.

megumi's moans grow louder, more desperate, as his hand continues to stroke and squeeze his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. his hips twitch and buck slightly, riding out the pleasure his hand is giving him as he calls out your name over and over again.

you smile to yourself, and suddenly feel the happiness rush through your blood. you know megumi is a virgin, never had his first kiss, even a girlfriend, but here he is having a wet dream about you while unconsciously moaning your name, don't realize how loud he is.

“megumi,” you wake him up.

the sound of your voice tears megumi from the clutches of his vivid dream, and he blinks blearily up at you, his mind sluggish with sleep. his hand stilling on his crotch as he blinks up at you in a daze. a deep flush creeps across his cheeks and down his neck as he realizes the state he's in, the evidence of his dream still pressing against the fabric.

“y/n...?”

“what are you doing here?” he asked you, dripping in sweat.

“no, megumi, what are you doing?” you asked him in a teasing tone as you pointed to his hand that still squeezed his bulge with your eyes.

megumi's cheeks flush a deep crimson, his eyes widening as he realizes the compromising position he's in, and the state of arousal he's clearly in. he tries to pull his hand away, but the lingering warmth and moisture make it cling to the fabric.

“I... I was just...”

“i can help you, you know..” you smiling sweetly to him.

before megumi got a chance to talk you already laying your body beside him, head resting on his shoulder. your warm hand touches his arousal making megumi moan in pleasure, for a second throwing his head back. his reaction making your smile bigger.

“y/n—stop..!” he stutters.

megumi's pleas fall on deaf ears as you continue to touch him through the fabric, your movements growing more confident and demanding with each passing moment. his breath catches in his throat, the feeling of your hand bringing him closer to the edge far sooner than he expected.

“y/n...”

you stop but your hand doesn't move as you look at megumi. you pushed yourself up a little, with one arm working to support your body. the spike-haired boy's hooded eyes gaze upon you before shifting to your bare leg that resting above his left thigh. megumi can feel the warmth of your pussy behind that thong you use on his thigh.

“megumi..” your honey voice calls him softly.

his blue eyes instantly meet yours. his hot breath close enough to fan your face. “do you want me to help you?” you whisper, alluring. your hand touches his cheek, moving your thumb across. “do you want me to make your dream come true?” again, you whisper, forehead barely touching.

his eyes look down to your lips before back to your eyes, “yes,” he breathes out. a smile growing beautiful on your lips, “okay.” you stuck out your tongue a little before giving megumi a sloppy kiss. “kiss me,” you nibbled his bottom lips making the boy startled for a moment before he closed his eyes and kissed you back.

megumi's lips meld against yours, his hesitation quickly giving way to a growing passion as you nibble and tease. his own tongue darts out, exploring the warmth of your mouth. his hands find their way to your waist, fingers digging in slightly as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss.

you take his right hand, bring it to your boobs, guiding him to squeeze it. with a shaky exhale, megumi complies, his hand hesitantly cupping the supple flesh of your breast through the fabric of your top. his touch is tentative at first, unsure, but as he feels your softness, he grows bolder, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple hidden beneath.

megumi shudders at the sound of your moan, his breath hitching as he realizes the effect he has on you. his grip on your breasts tightens, fingers rolling and teasing your nipples. your moan sends shivers down megumi's spine, causing a jolt of pleasure to rush through his body. he gasps slightly, pulling away from the kiss for a moment to catch his breath. “you like that?” he asks in a husky voice, fingers still massaging your breast.

his heart races, pumping blood through his veins and into his growing erection. the sensation of your breasts in his hands is exhilarating, the excitement making it hard to breathe.

you nodded, “yes, megumi, keep going,” you wanted him to keep on track, feeling the warm hand of his playing your hardened bud. your tongue tingling with his as the saliva drops from the gap between your mouth and his.

your hand moves, sending an electric jolt into his blood with each stroke until it lands on his bulge, squeeze it. in an instant megumi groan vibrates on your lips.

at your words, megumi can't help but feel a sense of pleasure and satisfaction. his confidence grows, fingers teasingly tugging and rolling your nipples. his other hand moves down to grab your ass, pulling you closer and grinding you against his growing erection. a groan escapes his lips as his mouth is assaulted by the sweet taste of saliva mixing with yours.

megumi breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. both of your tongues stick out a little, a string of saliva attached form one another. his chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, eyes closed as he continues to massage your breasts. your hand on his bulge sends a shock of pleasure through him and megumi can't help but groan at the sensation.

“lay down, let me take care of you.”

just like magic, megumi lay down on his back. his breath hitch when your hand moves inside his boxer. your cold hand directly touching his cock and just by that megumi feel like he was about to cum. he closed his eyes, and a long moaning left his pink lips.

“never felt your dick touched by a girl, does it feel good, ’gumi?”

“y-yes...” megumi stutters, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. his hips jerk reflexively as your cold hand wraps around his throbbing cock. the sensation is overwhelming, sending electric shocks through his veins. “it feels...amazing...” he manages to whisper, his voice trembling with desire.

as you free his cock from the confines of his boxer, he can't help but let out a low moan of pleasure. the feeling of your touch is electrifying, and megumi can feel every nerve in his body come alive. “fuck!” the moment his dick is free you can see how big his cock is, thick, veiny, swollen, angry red on the tip, standing tall.

seeing how your reaction after seeing his cock megumi feels kind of proud. your eyes popeyed and the way your cheeks became crimson red sending a smile on megumi's face. you can feel his cock throbbing and twitching under your touch. “do you love it, y/n? is my dick big enough for you?” like a kid he ask you.

“so big megumi, I wonder how it feels to be inside my pussy,” you smile at him as you move your hand on his cock up and down, giving it a light squeeze.

a low growl escapes his lips as he hears your words. the thought of being inside you is almost too much to bear. he takes your hand and guides it up and down his shaft, showing you how he likes it. “mm, yes, just like that,” he moaned.

“like this, gumi? feel good, hm?” you give his hard-rock cock light pressure as your thumb caresses the tip, smearing the pre all over his tip.

“fuck, y/n, that feels amazing...” he moans, bucking his hips up into your touch. the feeling of your thumb on the tip of his cock is almost unbearable, causing him to twitch and throb in your hand.

“fuck,” he groans as you keep touching him. he can't believe how good it feels. he watches as your thumb spreads his precum over the tip of his cock, making it slick and ready for more. he lets out a shaky breath, his eyes locked on yours.

been alive for nineteen years and he never knew getting a hand job was gonna bring him to the seven skies. his head spinning with only thinking about how good it must feel to fuck you, his throbbing dick being hugged by your velvet wall. the thought made him more horny than before like he was in heat.

“ahh... y/n, you're going to make me cum so hard if you keep that up,” megumi warns through gritted teeth, his eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in the pleasure of your touch. his cock pulses and twitches in your hand, the tip glistening with precum.

“cum for me gumi..”

“ahh, fuck... y/n...” megumi moans loudly as he cums hard, his body trembling and a string of semen shooting from his cock onto your hand and his stomach. he watches in amazement as you keep squeezing his cock, milking every last drop from him.

“good boy, good, good boy,” you whisper in his ear, nibbling his ear before going down to his neck, biting and sucking his soft, sweaty skin while your hand keeps on messing with his cock. megumi lets out a high-pitched whine as you bite and suck at his neck, his cock still semi-hard and sensitive from the intense orgasm. “y/n, ahh! that feels so good, but I'm so sensitive right now...” he gasps, his fingers digging into your shoulders.

his hips buck against your hand, wanting more and more. he loves the feeling of your teeth and lips on his neck, sucking and biting at it, leaving hickeys.

“i know you want me, your body couldn't lie, look at you moving your hips against my hand, wanting for more,” you tease, leaving his neck in the void as you look at his midnight blue eyes. “it is your first time getting a hand job, megumi? I can't blame you if you want more,” you whisper seductively. your feet tangled with his as your half-body above his side. your hand slowly going up and down on his cock. a soft whimper escaping his lips as your hand continues to stroke his sensitive cock.

under the moonlight megumi's cheeks became crimson red, flustered as you caught red-handed. seeing how sweet your smile to him makes him wonder what those lips could do besides talking too much.

as his cheeks burn a deep shade of red, unable to deny or confirm your teasing words. he finds himself moving his hips, fucking your hand as he watches you with those alluring eyes. he loves looking at you and can't look away from your face. he feels so vulnerable and exposed at this moment, but also incredibly turned on.

“words, megumi..”

megumi's breathing becomes erratic as he nods in response to your question, his eyes locked on yours. the sensation of your hand on him is foreign yet incredibly pleasurable. “y-yes, it's my first time... with anyone,” he admits, his voice trembling slightly as your skilled hand works its magic. megumi's breaths quicken, his chest heaving with each stroke, desire coursing through his veins. “I-I want more, please...”

“tell me what you want, gumi, I'll do anything for you.”

megumi's hips buck involuntarily as your words ignite a fire within him. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as his moans grow louder. megumi's gaze intensifies, his lips parting as he struggles to form coherent words. the desire in his eyes is palpable as he looks up at you, his body arching into your touch. “I-I want your mouth on me, please... s-suck me, taste me,” he mumbled.

“anything you want baby,” you bit his jaw before positioning yourself between his legs— spreading it open a little more. you lying there, cheek resting on his cock as you look at him, smiling, sending butterflies fluttering in his stomach. megumi groans seeing the state of yours, shining under the moonlight.

“do I look beautiful like this, gumi?”

megumi, can't help but let out a low, guttural moan at your question. he reaches down, his hand gently caressing your hair as he stares down at you with a mixture of lust and affection. “Yes, y/n...you look incredibly beautiful like that,” his voice barely above the whisper. for a few seconds, he admires you before his eyes darken with desire as he nods fervently, his voice low and husky when he responds. “so stunning, y/n. so fucking beautiful, just like this.” his hands move to grip your hair, gently tugging you closer to his cock.

megumi's eyes glint with a feral intensity as he pulls your head closer to his cock, his breath hot against your hair. he rocks his hips slightly, his length nudging the back of your throat as he grunts. “open up for me, y/n...”

with a subtle growl, megumi tugs on your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper into your warm, inviting mouth. he leans back against the bedrest, his hips instinctively bucking forward, seeking more of your lips and tongue on his aching cock. “fuck, y/n..”

megumi's fingers tighten in your hair as he gently but firmly pushes your head down further, his cockhead nudging past your lips, the tip brushing against your tongue. he hisses through clenched teeth as he feels your mouth envelop him. “that's it, baby, take me deeper...”

megumi groans loudly, his breaths quickening as you work your magic on his cock. your tongue swirls deftly around the head, flicking at sensitive spots and causing him to shudder. “fuuuuck...y/n, just like that…”

as you move your mouth up and down, swirling your tongue around his length, megumi can't help but let out a string of filthy curses. he's panting heavily, gripping the sheets underneath him tightly with his free hand. your long nail pressed against his thigh hard.

with an eager groan, megumi begins to thrust his hips upwards, slowly at first, then quickening the pace as if he refused to let you breath. he lets out a moan as he watches you take his cock in your mouth, feeling the wet heat of your tongue wrapping around his length.

his hand tugging on your head rough enough to make you moan sending a vibration to his cock. “oh, fuck!” megumi groans as he throws his head back. your hands grip his thigh and try to push your head away but megumi doesn't seem like he's on the same page as you. “no, y/n, don't— fuck!” his grip on your hair doesn't fade when his palm is clamping down on your throat. with light force, you thrust his cock back into your throat, choke you in the process as you feel the pressure of his palm squeezes your throat.

megumi's grip tightens around your throat, his thumb pressing against your windpipe as he starts to fuck your face with increasing urgency. his cockhead hits the back of your throat with a wet slap, making you gag and choke around him.

“take it all, y/n...”

megumi's eyes are wild with lust and possessiveness as he watches you struggle to breathe around his cock. his grip on your throat tightens, just enough to make it difficult but not impossible, as he starts to thrust into your mouth with increased urgency. “y/n, my perfect little cocksleeve...” he smiling to you.

megumi's hips snap forward, plunging his hard cock deeper into your throat with each thrust. the wet, slurping sounds of you gagging and choking around him fill the room as he fucks your face relentlessly, his grip on your hair and throat unrelenting. “fuck, yes!”

tears mass around your eyes, threatening to rain on your flush pink cheeks. hooded as you look at megumi, eyes never leave each other. smile never leave, “so perfect y/n, your pretty face getting fuck by me. cry for me, cry for me y/n...” his hand on your hair before moving slowly to wipe your tears away.

“that's right, y/n,“ he coos, wiping your tears away with a gentle stroke of his thumb before returning his hand to your hair. “cry for me, let me see how broken you are from taking my cock like the good girl.” seeing your tears only fueled his desire, the twinge of guilt, but it was shoved back down and ignored. “you're so pretty, y/n... pretty when you cry, pretty when you choke on my cock...”

your tears only heighten his arousal as he continues to thrust into your throat. his touch is gentle, despite the harshness of his thrusts, as his hand gently brushes away the tears that manage to escape your eyes. his heart races, knowing how he has the power to make you cry and he loves this power.

the sister of gojo satoru's, the special-grade sorcerer here in his room, getting fuck in the face by a virgin boy. seeing the strongest become the weakest under his touch, megumi had never known the feelings before until now. the thought only brings him so much joy and pride.

megumi's hand moves to grip your hair, tighten it, and starts to thrust harder, chasing his orgasm. his balls slapping against your chin with each brutal thrust. “almost, ah fuck— there, y/n...” he growls, his voice strained with the intensity of his impending orgasm. “h-here it comes, y/n...” with one last hard thrust, megumi cums deep down your throat, filling you with his warm release as he continues to hold you in place.

“take it all.. my perfect little cumdump...”

he emptied his ball into your throat, filling it with his cum beautifully before he pull his cock out. you gladly gulp his hot seed whole before sitting up. your finger touches the side of your lips, sucking a tiny drop of his cum that remains on there. “so sweet,” you smile at him, face wet from the crying.

megumi watches intently as you eagerly suck his cum from your lip swallow his cum and then lick your lips, savoring the taste, a possessive gleam in his eyes. he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your wet face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. “you look so beautiful, all flushed and covered in my seed...” a satisfied grin spreading across his face. he stroke your cheek, his touch gentle compared to his rough handling moments ago. “so cute, licking my cum from your lips...”

you crawl to his lap as he happily hugs your waist. his large warm hand soft and gentle brushing your hair, hoping it could ease the pain from tugging it too rough. your arm clinging around his neck. “let me see, baby, did you swallow it all?” obedient, you open your mouth.

megumi leans in, his eyes locked on your open mouth, inspecting it for any remnants of his, his work. a pleased hum escapes him when he sees none left behind. “good girl, swallowing every drop like a good little cocksleeve for me.”

“i am, now give me a kiss,” you demand. megumi raises an eyebrow at your request, a hint of possessiveness flashing across his face at your request. “you want a kiss after I just treated you like a whore?” he asks, his voice low and husky. his lips curling into a slight smirk before he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive kiss, his tongue invading your mouth to taste the remnants of his cum.

while kissing your hand move to open the buttons of your white shirt and toss it somewhere you don't pay any attention to. leaving you with nothing but a black tong.

megumi's eyes glimmer with lust as he breaks the kiss, his gaze traveling down to your exposed chest. “like that, huh?” he murmurs, his hand trailing up your bare side, his fingers tracing the curves of your breasts, his thumb brushing over a hardened nipple.

megumi's hand trails down your body, slipping between your thighs and rubbing against the fabric of your black panties. “such a needy little thing,” he comments, his smirk growing wider. “you want me to fuck you, don't you?” you nodded eagerly.

“fuck me, fuck me with your virgin dick.”

megumi's eyes darken with primal desire at your words. he yanks your panties down, exposing your slick, bare pussy to his hungry gaze. megumi’s fingers twitch, a dark hunger flashing across his face. “you’re so desperate for it, aren't you?” he whispers against your lips. “so filthy, begging for my virgin cock.”

“yes, please megumi, fuck me,” you begged him. knowing you're gonna be his first sending an electric jolt in your blood and the more you thought about it the more excited you are. megumi smirks as he sees the desire and desperation in your eyes, his cock throbbing for the nth time at the sight of your wet, bare pussy. “I'll fuck you,” he says, his voice hoarse with need. “i'll fuck you so hard gojo gonna know how such a slut his sister is.”

megumi pushes you back onto the bed, his hands roughly gripping your thighs as he positions himself between them. he trails his thick cockhead through your dripping folds, covering his cock with your essence, teasing you with the promise of penetration.

he wastes no time, aligning his throbbing cockhead with your entrance. he grunts as he enters you, breaking his barrier. he freezes for a moment, his body tensing in both pleasure and pain when his cock throbs, fully embedded inside your tight, wet heat.

“oh fuck!”

the new level of pleasure sends megumi to the bridge of death, he can't move, he doesn't want to move. he wants to appreciate the pleasure, the warm gummy wall of yours hugging his cock. you can feel him twitching and throwing a veiny cock touching every corner of your pussy.

“fuck, you're so tight,” he mutters, his voice heavy with a mix of pleasure and pain. he groans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he slowly keep his composure and starts moving in and out of you. his hips rocking back and forth, creating a gentle rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through your body.

“fuck, so big— Ngh! so.. so big!”

megumi chuckles darkly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he picks up the pace. he thrusts harder, his cock driving deep into your pussy with each stroke. “i know, i know... you're a tight little cunt, aren't you? gonna make me cum so hard...” his thrusts becoming faster and harder.

“yes, yes, faster— fuck.. me.” you choke on your own saliva as you keep moaning.

“fuck y/n, you're such a slut, asking for my cock like that..” megumi smirks as he speeds up, his hips thrusting harder and faster into you. his thrusts becoming more forceful, pounding into you with a reckless abandon. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room.

megumi can't help but be drawn to your bouncing breasts as he fucks you relentlessly. he leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

“fuck, you're so hot,“ megumi grunts. his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking and biting it gently as he continues to fuck you. his other hand reaches up to grope and squeeze your other breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your pussy.

your hand gripping on his hair fistful. the pleasure of getting fuck by his big cock and his mouth on your nipple making you seeing stars. this new side of megumi you never know exists is making you feel something new.

once he was only the boy who your brother adopted a few years ago. shy, timid, introverted, calm, always collected and respect older— except your brother, he can't stand that guy, , megumi fushiguro, hanging around with the first-year, yuji Itadori and nobara kugisaki.

but here he was fucking you to oblivion and lost his virginity. swearing, cursing, and treating you like a slut you are, degrading you with no shame, relentless assault on your body. “you like that, don't you? you love being fucked like a little whore.” he grunts, his voice rough and unyielding. megumi's head jerks up from your breast, a look of wild abandon in his eyes as he sees the intensity of your reaction.

seeing the way your eyes rolled back to your brain mouth-opened, you nodded, “so good, yes— I'm— fuck!!” you can't say another word, suddenly became dumb just from his cock. megumi's face splits into a savage grin, his hand reaching up to grip your throat as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. “that's right, you dirty little slut,“ he growls.

“my dirty little slut.”

stopping only to flip you over onto your hands and knees, presenting that deliciously plump ass of yours to him. megumi grabs onto your hips, using them to guide his cock back into your dripping-wet pussy. without waiting for you, “here it comes,” he grunts, slamming back into you hard, watching as your tits bounce with each thrust.

“fuck!” you scream.

now feeling his cock the fullest inside your pussy, bigger each second. your back arch from the sudden filled, eyes closed tight. megumi watch every bits of your experience through the mirror Infront you his bed.

"fuck, your pussy is so tight," megumi groans, his thrusts getting harder and faster as he watches your body writhe in pleasure. never taking his eyes off of you, megumi watches as your body reacts to his cock. the way you arch your back, the little gasps and moans that escape your lips, it all goes straight to his head. “you love it don't you? my cock filling you up completely,” he smirked.

his hand is gripping your throat, guiding your face to look at the mirror, “open your eyes for me baby,” his deep voice ringing in your ear. “look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut. I knew you were a dirty whore at heart,” he whispered in your eyes, bent down to you as he continued watching you from the mirror. his smile grew wide as you smiled in your reflection.

“you know me so well, Gumi,” you sang happily.

megumi's smile only grows wider as he hears you call him by his pet name. “I know you better than anyone else,” he says, thrusting his cock deeper into you. “you're mine now, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it.”

“i'm yours— Ngh.. I'm, fuck!” you can't even finish a sentence.

megumi chuckles, his grip on your throat tightening as he fucks you harder. “that's right, you're mine,” he growls, his eyes locked on your reflection as you gasp and moan beneath him. his hand still wrapped around your throat as he continues to fuck you from behind.

“gumi, I wanna—”

“don't you dare cum until I give you permission,” megumi snaps, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. “you're mine, and you'll cum when I want you to. now, be a good little girl and keep taking my cock like a good little slut.” he lays on his back while positioning you on top of him, facing the mirror. his hand on your thigh as he guide you to move.

“ride my cock, y/n,” megumi growls, his hand gripping your hips as you start to move up and down on his shaft. his other hand finding your breast, kneading it roughly as you begin to move on top of him. “show me that pretty face while you take my cock. let me watch you get fucked senseless in the mirror. show me how much you love taking my cock.”

megumi's eyes are fixed on yours in the mirror as you ride him harder and faster, his hands guiding your hips up and down on his cock. his breathing becomes heavier, his abs tightening with every thrust.

“that’s it, baby…”

megumi suddenly grips your hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you down onto his cock with a loud grunt. “fuck, yes, just like that,” he growls, his face twisted in pleasure and dominance. “oh, y/n, so good, fuck me so good..”

megumi grunts, his own orgasm building as he watches you ride him hard in the mirror. "you're going to cum soon, aren't you?" you nodded, you're too-fucked to say a word. he smiles as a string of your saliva land on his bare chest, mouth half open from the pleasure.

“cum for me, baby.”

megumi's grip tightens on your hips as his orgasm approaches, a low growl rising in his throat. “I’m going to cum inside you, baby,” he pants, his eyes locked with yours in the mirror.

with a final, brutal thrust, megumi spills his seed deep inside you, his hot cum coating your insides as he groans in pleasure. “fuck yeah,” he hisses, holding you tight against him as his orgasm wracks through him.

“take all of it, baby.”

megumi's cock twitches deep inside you as he cums, filling you up with his hot load. your eyes roll back in your head as you moan, riding through your own orgasm as he pins you down on top of him. “that's right, baby,” he grinds up into you harder, the angle and intensity pushing you over the edge. “cum for me,” he commands, his voice rough and low. “show me how much you love my cock.” you scratch his cheat the moment the edge hit you. a long moan leaves your dry throat.

megumi's hands roam down your body, gripping your hips and pulling you tight against him as he catches his breath. his lips find your neck, planting soft, wet kisses there as the two of you lay tangled together on the bed.

megumi's chest heaves with ragged breaths as he holds you close, his spent cock still buried inside you. “you took my cum so well,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. “now turn around and straddle my face so I can taste you,” you sitting on his face without thinking too much, do not scare if you're suffocating him.

megumi's hands grip your thighs as you turn around, his tongue lashing at your clit with renewed hunger. “cum for me, again baby,” he demands, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to feel you squirt all over my face,” his voice vibrates in your pussy.

you move your hips to his face, grinding on his nose as you feel it rubbing on your clit. your hand took a fistful of his jet black hair while the other squeezed your breasts. “fuck yeah, ride my face like that,” megumi growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he focuses on your clit, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.

“t-that's right, baby,” you grunts.

his hands roam up your body, fingers tweaking at your nipples roughly as he hears your moans filling the room. his hands going down to gripping your ass tightly as he pulls you down onto his face, forcing more pressure onto your clit. his tongue probes deeper, swirling around in delicious circles as your orgasm builds higher and higher.

his tongue thrusts in and out of your dripping folds, savoring your and his sweet nectar and making you buck and moan uncontrollably.

“more, gumi, fuck.. more.”

“more? beg for it,” megumi challenges, his voice rumbling against your sensitive clit. he increases the pressure of his tongue, swirling and flicking it over your nub as he continues to eat you out greedily. he suckles on your clit hungrily, his teeth grazing lightly as he flickers his tongue over the sensitive nub.

“please, gumi. want more, want to cum,” you beg desperately, tugging his hair.

“then cum for me," megumi growls, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs as he intensifies his oral assault. he slurps and sucks, his tongue darting deep inside you as he works to push you over the edge. “do it, baby. cum all over my face.” his hands moving up to grasp your breasts firmly, pinching and rolling your nipples as he continues to feast on your pussy.

“Ahh, fuck!” you reach your edge for the second time that night. feeling your pussy clench against megumi's mouth and your feet shaking as you cum and squirt on his face.

megumi moans in delight he feels your pussy spasm against his mouth, drinking up your orgasm as you squirt on his face and into his mouth, the taste of your cum sweet and intoxicating. he laps it up eagerly, not wasting a drop of your sweet release as you shudder and gasp in pleasure.

he licks up every drop of your release, savoring your essence as you tremble above him. you pull back and sit on his chest, his lips and chin glistening with your juices, and gazes up at you with an intense, almost possessive look in his eyes.

“such a good girl, coming on my face like that. you taste so fucking good, baby,” he smiles as you go down to kiss his lips, returning the smile.

you lie beside him as he covers you and his naked body with the blanket. his arm wrapped around your body caressing his finger up and down to your back. with your feet tangled with his, your arm resting on his chest as you stroke your thumb across his cheeks. you smile at him with his other hand softly caressing your arm, tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

megumi's eyes soften as he watches you smile, that cute dimple on your cheek making him just want to kiss you even more. he continues to gently stroke your hair, enjoying the closeness between you. “i love seeing you smile, you know that?” your smile visibly wider under his words.

eyes gleam with possessive affection as he watches you, his hand never stilling its gentle caresses. he pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a soft, tender kiss. “mine,” he murmurs against your mouth, as if to reassure himself as much as you.

he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. he nuzzles his nose against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “so beautiful, so perfect... I could watch you cum all day,” the words leave from his mouth making you giggle. “are you sure you never had sex before?”

“are you sure you never had sex before?” you jokingly ask him but genuinely curious. the way he fucked you before doesn't show someone inexperienced. he clearly knows how to fuck and know how to treat a girl in bed.

megumi chuckles, a low, husky sound that sends shivers down your spine. “of course I have never had sex before,” megumi replies, rolling his eyes at your question. “and just because I fuck you skillfully means nothing,” he pauses, a hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “...I've done my... homework.”

“and watch a lot of porn,” he mumbled, looking away from you. megumi's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as you squeeze his cheek playfully and laugh. “you are so cute,” you squeal. he looks up at you through his lashes, a mix of embarrassment and adoration in his eyes. “shut up,” he mutters, but there's no real annoyance in his voice.

after a moment, megumi's embarrassment fades and he leans into your touch, nuzzling his cheek against your palm. he looks up at you with a soft, yearning expression. “can I... can I do something for you now?” he asks hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“what is it, gumi?” you press a soft kiss on his forehead.

megumi shivers at the kiss on his forehead, his breath hitching. “I... I want to taste you,” he admits, his eyes darkening with desire. “please, let me suck your pussy. I want to make you feel good like you did for me,” shyly, his voice trembling slightly.

“but you already did?”

“i know, I know,” megumi says, looking away in embarrassment. “but... I want to do it again. please?” he peeks up at you through his lashes, his eyes pleading, full of hope. “can I taste you? just for a little while longer?” he bites his lip, a wave of desire and needs washing over him.

he hugged you tight, slightly pouting as he pressed his chin in your breasts, pressed the soft meat balloon on his neck. “I couldn't stop thinking about how good you taste. how wet and sweet you were. I need to... to have you in my mouth again.” your hand slips his hair behind his ear.

chuckling, “such a needy little thing, are you?”

megumi blushes at your words, but he doesn't look away from you. instead, he nods eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement and lust. “yes... I'm your needy little thing,” he whispers, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation.

“please... y/n..”

“okay,” it's not like you can say no to him.

with a soft whimper of delight, he goes down inside the blanket, between your thighs before throwing the blanket off.

“I love you, baby girl,” megumi whispers quietly, his breath warm against your pussy as he holds the two of your thigh close. he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh and continues to stroke it soothingly. megumi buries his face between your thighs, his warm breath tickling your sensitive flesh. he begins to lick and suckle at your pussy, his tongue darting in and out to lap up your juices.

[aweina]

ᥫ᭡. good luck charm , mike schmidt ( fluff )

did you … did you just kiss me ?

tags major spoilers !! gn reader. tension. friends to ( ? ). mike being shy + awkward.

“do well for me, okay?”

mike blinks in surprise when your hands smooth over the noticeable wrinkles on his security vest — the comforting warmth of your palms melting through the black fabric.

all he’s ever done for the past few days was sleep heavily during his night shifts at the abandoned children's entertainment center, permanently haunted by the time loop of his younger brother — snatched from his youth and into the hands of a cruel stranger.

but he won’t tell you that, it’s more embarrassing to say he has slept through the only job willing to accept him.

“yeah, of course.” mike doesn’t elaborate further, much too flushed by your fleeting touches — every brush of your nimble fingers rendering his body hot and fuzzy.

you step away for a second until your eyes light up in realization. rummaging a quick hand through your pocket, a metal security badge glared over the warm ceiling light — the golden paint bruised in black blotches and dented from the grueling years of past security guards dropping it during their inevitable encounter with ghostly animatronics or even discarding it when they realize the horrors they would endured from keeping such a shitty, unfulfilling job.

mike won’t tell you that part either, for the sake of your sanity.

“don’t forget this too, you always seem to leave it at home.” your voice sounded so soft and quiet in his ear, too afraid to wake up abby down the dark hallway.

“r-right … sorry.” he nervously gulped when you gently tug at his vest. mike carefully gazed at the needle threading the cheap fabric that didn’t have his work title — all in effort to avoid looking at your pretty face. he tightly held his breath, unclenching his fists once in a while to ease his nerves. your breath fanned his face, the small details on your skin that were once blurry were much clearer with you so close — only he was too afraid to memorize them, in case you noticed his staring.

you pinned the badge into place and patted it down for safe measure, now completely satisfied with his more presentable look. mike huffs a deep, loud breath when you finally back away — eliciting a pleased brow at his adorable act to hold his breath. mike immediately sputtered at the embarrassingly loud gush that escaped his lips, quickly padding towards his backpack and keys — avoiding you as much as he could.

he darts towards the front door, his sweaty hand that gripped tightly around the backpack straps now hovered over the door handle. mike felt you linger behind him, much more distant and friendly to his own liking.

“i’ll see you in the morning?” mike mumbled with an ounce of hope, terrified that he made things awkward between the two of you.

you nodded enthusiastically, coming up to the door beside him to latch onto the door handle as well — soft fingers intertwining with his much more clammy ones.

“morning. with breakfast.” you quietly promised with a tooth aching smile. mike couldn’t help but sigh in relief, lazily smiling back at you.

the two you opened the door with a simple click on the lock, your hand still wrapped around his. the midnight air nip at his skin, calming the reddening blush that colored his cheeks and ears.

the heat flowed back to his face once again when he felt your balmy lips suddenly pressed against the corner of his mouth, your soft cheek grazing against his stubbled jaw. mike swore that his vision became hazy for a second.

“i’ll miss you mike.” you breathed, the frosty breeze passing through your lips like intoxicating smoke. before he could utter a reply, you closed the door with a loud click — your shadow filtering through the white curtains seemingly disappearing deeper into his home.

mike stood in front of his house in shock, lightly grazing his hand over the kiss mark that seemed to settle over his mouth — the ghostly touch of your lips now haunting his memory. still dazed in shock, he steadily makes his way towards his car — using his house key to unlock the damn thing all while dumbly missing the keyhole.

letting out a breath that he was holding onto, mike exhaled loudly as his consciousness slowly flooded back into his brain.

“shit.” he finally slurred out as he softly banged his fist onto the roof of his car, pressing his forehead defeatedly against the smudged window.

today he won’t use his pills. not when the feeling of your soft lips and your weirdly intimate farewell will keep him wide awake throughout his whole shift.

add. note : okay but why does everybody hate him in the movie ?! he deserves some love and fluff in his life (￣□￣」) …

[drurrito]

Night Drive (18+)

Summary: You get a new car

AN: 18+ only y'all--we're gonna pretend that there are plenty of other self-driving cars that aren't t*sla...I hope this makes up for me not putting out another part of AYTO yet! All mistakes are mine.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: cursing; reader has a dick; dom//powerbottom!Natasha; sub//top!reader

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You sink lower into your seat as you rev the engine of your new car with the widest grin Natasha can't see. Natasha looks hardly impressed from your view beyond the barely-legal tint of the windows.

You decide to roll down your window and plead your case.

"Hey baby."

Natasha rolls her eyes. You already screw yourself coming right out the gate with pleasantries, Natasha knows you're desperate to get on her good side when you do that.

"So...what do you think?" You vaguely gesture to the rest of the car and Natasha scoffs.

"I think you were a finance bro in your past life," she crosses her arms, and you relent, "probably," you sing as you round the car to lean against the hood. The gun metal gray still holds a shine in the moonlight. This wasn't an impulse purchase, you had been talking about buying a new car for a while now. You would go on little rants about the specs of certain cars whenever you saw them on the road or on TV. It's not like you were waiting when you had the money, being an avenger was a pretty-paying gig. You were just waiting for the right one, at the right time--a method you mastered by the time Natasha came around.

"Wanna go for a joyride?" You offer, already leaning off the hood and spinning the key in your hand.

Natasha wants to keep giving you a hard time, but you look so damn good in front of your sleek, expensive, new backdrop. Your muscles bulge under your fitted black shirt, and you have the cockiest smile on your face, like you knew you were winning this race.

"And if we get pulled over?"

"With SHIELD plates? I'm not worried about it," it almost comes out like it's scripted. You're not above rehearsing a speech for Natasha if it means getting your way. You're pulling out all the stops, but Natasha wants to remind you who's really behind the wheel. Her eyes rake over you slowly, intensely--the same way fresh lava travels over earth. You're standing at attention and you don't even know it.

"You gonna open the door for me or just stand there like you forgot your manners?" Natasha watches in amusement as you fumble for the door handle. She slides onto the cool leather while you make your way into the driver's seat yet again. You wait patiently for her to get comfortable and buckle in.

It's only when you rev the engine with a wink that Natasha muses this might have been a bad idea on her part. You punch the gas pedal and she's quickly acquainted with the back of the cherry red bucket seat.

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Natasha decides that she doesn't like going fast unless the fate of the world depends on it. She also decides this is the one exception when she sees the freeway system of veins in your forearms as you grip the steering wheel. Natasha feels like she's flying when she watches your triceps flex while you turn the wheel or do something as mundane as turning on her seat heater.

Natasha slides her seatbelt off in a way that doesn't set off the sensor--she didn't want this moment to be ruined by a lecture on why it's important to buckle-up. You're too distracted by the beat of your night drive playlist to notice her crawling closer to you.

You feel her lips on the shell of your ear, "eyes on the road, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," you try to say cooly, you don't dare chance a look over at her. She hums with satisfaction and rewards you with a kiss on the skin behind your ear and a nibble on your lobe that tightens the coil in your belly.

Natasha sucks and licks at your neck while her deft fingers work to undo your belt and zipper. Her hand explores the border of your waistband before dipping under and finding what it was looking for. You let out a whisper of a gasp when Natasha admires your full length and girth. Your grip on the wheel tightens, Natasha chuckles when she hears the leather under your fingers groan.

Natasha begins to stroke you slowly, agonizingly so, but that doesn't keep your hips from bucking up into her hand.

"Tash," that only elicits a rumble against your neck. Natasha's other hand curls around your neck and gives a light squeeze that makes your vision blur for a second. Her stroking picks up speed, you have to work impossibly hard to keep your foot off the brakes.

"Natasha, please."

"I like the way you say please, baby," she mumbles with your skin between her teeth.

"What did I tell you?"

"Eyes on the road, ma'am," you say with a quickness that makes the corner of her lips curl up in satisfaction.

"So smart," she praises before you helplessly watch her head lower until you feel her lips greet your cock with a sloppy kiss. You throw your head back against your seat with a pathetic moan.

"So desperate," Natasha teases, and your mind feels like it's going a million miles an hour--multitasking is usually your strong suit, but it seems damn near impossible now.

Natasha's tongue travels the length of you, your hips feebly buck into her mouth when she finally grants you entrance. You slow your speed to safely take a hand off the wheel and hold her hair back. She thanks you with a gentle squeeze on your thigh and the prettiest sounds you could have only ever imagined.

Your playlist is already repeating itself by the time Natasha comes up for air. She can barely hear it over your panting anyway. You're rock hard and right where she wants you.

"The car can drive itself, you know," you breathe out. Natasha's brow quirks with curiosity.

"Show me," it's a gentle command, but your fingers rush to press the right sequence of buttons. You ease the seat back with haste, and Natasha just lets you sit there for a few beats to take you in and also leave you in suspense.

Your fingers dumbly flex against your legs while you wait for further instruction from Natasha. She doesn't even try to hide her smirk when your eyes begin to dart between the road and her.

"You're not gonna let us crash right, dove?" Natasha's finger traces a feather-light trail down your arm. It's a genuine question, even though she knows you probably did some sizable research on the safety features of the car before you even entertained buying it.

"No ma'am, you're precious cargo," you give an easy smile and that's Natasha's cue to move and straddle your lap. You help her with your hands on her hips, your hands quickly retreating to your sides when she's situated over you.

Natasha swears your eyes are sparkling as you watch her slide her panties to the side with one hand and take your length in the other.

"Eyes on me, baby, just for a second," she coos and you obey. Natasha can't help but admire the striations of your muscles working overtime to restrain yourself. You've always been intoxicatingly obedient, even when it's downright painful. Your eyes are locked on Natasha's, you have to bite your lip to stifle a moan when she finally eases down onto your cock. She's already working her hips in a way that has your entire body buzzing. You can count on one hand how many cars have passed you by this whole time, just like you expected.

Your fingers dig into the leather of your seat, your eyes periodically glancing at the road to make sure it hasn't veered off course for whatever reason. Natasha steals a few sloppy kisses when she leans into you to get a better angle and bounce on your cock at a speed that should be illegal.

"Tash, I'm gonna-," you choke out between labored breaths.

"What was that baby?" she leans back and oh god, you wish you had the kind of self-control your car has right now. You feel like you're going to pass out watching Natasha ride your cock, you're too blissed out to realize that she's spelling out 'm-i-n-e-' with her hips.

"I'm gonna come so fast."

"I know baby."

That seals your fate. Your arm reaches back to brace yourself against the seat. With a long and drawn-out "fuck," Natasha feels you push deeper into her, filling her up with every last drop of you. You both fall into a sweaty, moaning heap against the seat. Your body trembling with aftershocks as Natasha scratches at the skin on the back of your neck. You only get to drink this feeling in for a few seconds until you see red and blue flashing lights in your rearview mirror.

"Shit," you sit up and Natasha freezes when she sees what you see. You feverishly check your speedometer, you're not speeding. You start rifling through your brain to see if you forgot to do something, insurance? Plates? Registration?

Your questions are answered when you watch the cop car speed off into the night. Natasha lets out a heavy sigh of relief that makes your dick twitch, reminding you both that you're still inside of her.

"Told you," you try not to sound so exasperated. Natasha just rolls her eyes before kissing your temple. Night drives might just become a regular thing now.

[gimmethatagustd]

oxygen | jjk

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

○ Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Mafia, established relationship, angst, smut

○ 9 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Mafia)

○ Word Count: 2,053

○ Warnings: Organized crime, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, infidelity (MC's boyfriend is Yoongi *gasp*), MC is actually kind of sick in the head lowkey lmfaooo, marijuana (is it a jai fic if weed isn't at least mentioned?), casual conversation about being murdered, dom!reader, sub!Jungkook, gunplay, consensual sex while under the influence of alcohol, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm control, hair pulling, rough sex, pain kink

○Notes: I was never here. I repeat, I WAS NEVER HERE.

○ Post Date: February 13, 2024

○ Masterlist |

○ What was Jai listening to? Oxygen - Jackson Wang

“I fucking hate you.”

Jungkook tastes blood as he watches you stumble up the marble stairs, break-ankle stilettos grating into the stone like his molars grate against each other when he chews the inside of his cheek.

It takes three steps before you give up, bending to slip your finger under the thin black strap that hugs each ankle to keep the red bottoms in place. Off-balanced from holding your leather jacket balled up under one arm, you teeter on one foot, and Jungkook has to fight the urge to grab your waist.

Air rushes out of Jungkook’s nostrils, a scoff that mixes with the wind. It’s one of the last days of summer before autumn cuts the nights short and chills the air. If Jungkook could have his way, he would be sitting out on his balcony right now with a fat blunt and his phone on silent.

Instead, he’s dealing with you.

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna fucking help me?” you snap, words slurring together when you pout through them.

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek where he’s bitten into the fleshy skin. The metallic flavor mixes oddly with the aftertaste of his half-smoked blunt from earlier.

“Thought you said you hate me,” Jungkook sucks his teeth, tattooed fingers squeezing your bicep to steady you while you unclasp your shoes.

“I do.”

“Hmm.” Jungkook exchanges a grip on your arm for the heels, black and deadly like the Glock clipped to his waist.

Your dress rides up far enough that your asscheeks are exposed when you bend down again, your skimpy black thong doing nothing to cover you. The sheer pair is one Yoongi bought you for Valentine’s Day last year. Yoongi hadn’t batted an eye when he dropped thousands of dollars on a lingerie set that he isn’t even patient enough to appreciate on your body before he rips it off.

Not Jungkook, though. Jungkook is patient.

“Carry me,” you whine, pushing up against Jungkook’s side, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging.

Jungkook knows not to look up at the columned overhang, but the many cameras lining the mansion's exterior weigh heavily on him as he helps you up the stairs to the front door.

“I can’t,” Jungkook grits his molars, jaw flexing beneath taunt skin, “And you know that.”

The keypad at the front door unlocks with Jungkook’s thumbprint. Inside, the foyer is dark. It’s nearly four in the morning, and the rest of the guards are either monitoring the cameras or asleep. They’re all lower-level and easily bend to Jungkook’s will, meaning none of them will rat you out for slipping off in the dead of night to go party with your friends despite being under strict orders not to leave the house until Yoongi returns from his business trip.

As second-in-command, Jungkook should be in Japan with Yoongi, handling what will likely be one of the largest arms deals in Bangtan’s history. But Yoongi is paranoid, and paranoid men don’t leave their girlfriends with just anyone. Especially when their girlfriends are trouble.

And you? You’re trouble in a tight little black dress, hips swaying as you walk with new purpose through the foyer, your leather jacket thrown on the floor for Jungkook to pick up as he trails behind you — always trailing, following just a half step behind you, only in front when he puts his life on the line over yours. And he does, has the scars on his body to prove it, scars you like to bite to remind him of everything he’s willing to lose for Yoongi. For you.

There are only three types of rooms in the house that don’t have cameras installed: bedrooms, bathrooms, and arms rooms. You like to have Jungkook fuck you in all of them.

Tonight, it’s one of the basement-level arms rooms, the one Yoongi likes to use for entertainment because there’s a full bar and a conference table typically littered with guns, drugs, and money.

And sometimes, if Yoongi is in a shitty mood, girls.

You don’t care what Yoongi does, though it wouldn’t matter even if you did. As Bangtan’s leader, there’s no room for criticism of the boss — unless someone wants to lose a limb or their life, and Yoongi is known to be trigger-happy.

You learned that from him.

Jungkook lets out a shuddered breath as you drag the muzzle of his gun from the middle of his sternum down his abdomen. The metal is cold, and you move slowly, taking your time over every hill and valley of his muscles, painting goosebumps across his skin until you reach the waistband of his underwear.

The chamber is empty, but it still makes Jungkook’s heart jump in his throat when you press the gun against his clothed cock.

“Yoongi is going to kill us one day,” you whisper, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back a smile.

Jungkook leans back with his elbows against the table where you’ve sat him at one of the chairs. You’re in your heels again. Jungkook loves it when you stand over him, a powerful force far too often squandered by Yoongi’s overbearing leadership and desire to be the most feared person in the room. It’s one of Yoongi’s greatest mistakes.

You’re gorgeous, stripped down until all you’re wearing is another man’s Valentine’s Day gift, your own body a present Jungkook has the unholy pleasure of opening again and again — but only after you’ve opened him up, gutted him like a fish.

Or blown him open, a bullet bursting like shrapnel to cut him from the inside out. Jungkook would let you do it.

Jungkook stares up at you with innocent eyes that tell nothing of the secret horrors his hands have done, of the horrors he has endured and inflicted upon others. He stares up at you with innocent eyes and his lips wrapped around the muzzle of his gun that you hold with your finger on the trigger.

“Bang, bang,” you giggle as the gun clicks, and Jungkook lets you slide it further into his mouth, the tangy taste too similar to blood and nothing he hasn’t tasted before.

Maybe it’s fear that makes Jungkook crave you. Maybe Jungkook has a death wish. Maybe Jungkook likes the idea of you being his lifeline, the sole decider of whether he lives or dies. All it would take is one tiny confession twisted into a lie, and you could convince Yoongi that Jungkook came onto you and tried to seduce you.

Jungkook knows Yoongi would enjoy making him suffer if he thought Jungkook was treating you unkindly. Yoongi would enjoy violently murdering Jungkook even more if he knew just how good Jungkook treated you.

You don’t pull the gun back until Jungkook gags. Tears collect along his eyelashes, but he blinks them away as you toss his gun onto the table.

“You’d let him kill you.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook’s voice is hoarse from the gun, and it cracks when you sit on the table in front of him and spread your legs. “I would.”

“You’re fucking stupid.”

“So are you.”

Jungkook’s cock throbs as he watches you slip your thong down your legs. You drag his spit-slicked gun along your dripping pussy, parting your folds and getting the muzzle shiny with your arousal. When his eyes flit up to meet yours, you let out a broken moan, tongue slipping out to lick your bottom lip.

“Come here,” you beckon, the curl of your finger tugging Jungkook forward like a red string tied in a noose around his neck. He fits perfectly between your thighs, his clothed cock pressing against your exposed pussy.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook whispers against your lips. His body crowds yours, forcing you to tip your head back to look into his pretty doe eyes.

“Be a good boy and clean this up first,” you say as you hold up the gun in front of Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook doesn’t look away as he licks a stripe up the length of the gun’s muzzle, too turned on by how intensely you watch him lick and suck your juices off it. How eagerly he bends to your will is pathetic, but he doesn’t care.

When you toss his gun away to dig your nails in his hair and tug him into a bruising kiss, Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe.

You taste sweet, like whatever fruity cocktails you’d been drinking with your friends. Jungkook sucks your tongue, and he feels the vibration of your moans go straight to his leaking cock.

“Fuck me,” you moan with nails in his back, “And make it hurt.”

Jungkook helps you off the table to bend you over it. He may prefer sex that is slow and face-to-face, but Yoongi is coming home in a few hours, and sometimes, you like to punish yourself by denying yourself the sweet, sensual care that Jungkook prefers to give you. Sometimes you like it dirty and fast like this, Jungkook fucking into you with your wrists behind your back and your face pressed into the conference table’s cold, sleek surface.

You look forward to the tender bruise you’ll have on the apple of your cheek and against your hips from where Jungkook fucks you hard enough that you slam into the edge of the table. It’s a gamble, wondering if this will be the time Yoongi finally notices.

Sometimes Jungkook wonders if Yoongi already has noticed, and he’s just biding his time, waiting for the opportune moment to kill you both.

“Fuck, jagi,” Jungkook moans. The table squeaks and grunts as the force of Jungkook fucking you pushes the table back and forth across the floor.

“Do I feel good, baby?” you gasp, twisting your hands in Jungkook’s so you can wrap your fingers around his wrist, too, to have something to hold onto.

“So good,” Jungkook whimpers, tightening his grip on your wrists. “Can I cum? Please?”

Your skin is probably chafing from how hard you’re being bounced against the table, but all you do is moan and clench around Jungkook’s cock, taunting him.

“Jagi, please,” Jungkook begs, hips faltering slightly. You’re so wet and creamy. There’s something about fucking you in the arms room that always makes you feel and sound better.

“You wanna cum? Baby boy wants to cum?”

“Wanna cum so bad, you feel so, fuck, so, so good.”

Jungkook lets go of your wrists to dig his fingers into your hips and pull you onto his cock with each thrust. You lift off the table slightly so he can wrap one arm around your waist and slip his fingers through your folds, playing with your clit as he fucks you. He knows he needs to make you cum first before you’ll let him.

"Just like that, you're doing so well," you pant, pussy clenching and pulsing around Jungkook's cock so hotly that he knows you're going to cum soon.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long. Jungkook has you so worked up that you cum once he pinches your clit, rolling it between his fingers while you writhe and squirm on his cock, whimpering his name.

“Come on, baby,” you moan, “Cum for me, now.”

Tilting your head up, you let Jungkook kiss you. He squeezes his eyes shut as he cums inside you, mouth hanging open and completely useless to kiss, so you press light kisses along his sweaty throat instead.

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispers once his body has calmed down, gently easing out of you. His hands shake as he collapses into the chair and pulls you into his lap.

You kiss him properly this time, sliding your hands through his sweaty hair. He’s pussy-drunk, fucked dumb, nothing but static in his head as your lips glide with his. He could stay like this, pliant like clay in your hands, let you mold him into whatever you want him to be. Let you make or break him. Jungkook doesn’t care.

“Tell me you love me,” you demand, nails sharp against Jungkook’s scalp.

“Jagi,” Jungkook whimpers when you pull his hair, “I love you so much. I love you more than anything.”

“More than yourself?”

“More than myself.”

You hum into the next kiss, and Jungkook feels his body melt. 

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[lovebugism]

eddie fucking you in the back of his van whilst it’s raining😫

hope you like it lovie!! — after a series of ruined date nights, eddie makes up for another failure the only way he knows how (established relationship, smut 18+, 1.4k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie was gonna take you out, come hell or high water — literally.

It was like the universe was conjuring up ways to keep you apart. He tries to plan a date night with you, and suddenly you have to pick up your coworker’s extra shift and the brakes in his van don’t work anymore.

He takes you to a drive-in to see some black-and-white horror movie, and for the first time in weeks, things are actually looking pretty good. With some candy he brought from home, the two of you settle under the covers in the back of his van, lazing against one another as the projector flickers on.

And then it just starts fucking pouring.

It’s like he blinks and the whole thing gets canceled and the entire parking lot is empty.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” he grumbles under his breath, not unlike the black storm clouds rolling overhead.

You giggle at his dramatics. The heavenly sound melts with the wild cadence of rain, tapping rhythmically against the rusted tin roof of the van. 

You’re still being a good sport about the whole thing despite the circumstances. You don’t care what you’re doing, really. You’re happy just doing nothing with Eddie. 

“They refunded us for next week. We can just come back Saturday.”

“I wanted to do it this Saturday,” he whines, all boyishly angry. With his arms crossed over his chest, he leans his head back and bares his milky white neck. “This was supposed to be our night together— why does everything have to get so fucked all the time?”

“It’s not like everything’s totally ruined,” you assure him, practically cooing as you smooth out the frown between his brows with your thumb. “At least we’re together. Who cares about the rest of it?”

“I know, but… You were really excited about it. And I was really excited to watch you watch the movie.”

Eddie tries to be serious, but he’s grinning the second he makes you laugh.

“Shut up…”

“I mean it,” he tells you, serious and quiet with it. His cheek squishes against his shoulder when he pouts at you. “I think I might be heartbroken, babe.”

You know what he’s playing at. You lean into it, anyway.

“Yeah?” you hum with narrowed eyes.

He nods.

“Want me to make it better?”

“Please?”

You close the short distance between you to press a kiss to his mouth. It’s the chastest little peck — you’re practically gone the second you’re there. Eddie chases you when you pull away, tasting of nicotine and pink starbursts when he kisses you deeper.

You get lost in him like it’s nothing, sighing when his soft tongue juts gently against your own. He’s sucking softly at your bottom lip one second, and the next, you’re lying on a pile of fuzzy blankets.

His rings and cold knuckles brush your sides when he tugs at the hem of your shirt, a silent plea for its removal. You come to then, pulling back from him with a low click sounding between your kissed mouths.

“Wait…”

“What?” he wonders, lips rosy and swollen. His deep, chocolate eyes dart between both of yours, looking for any sign that something might be wrong.

“Won’t we get in trouble?”

“No— Everyone already left.”

He’s breathless from having been kissed so ardently. He leans down for more anyway. His stomach twists with rejection when you press against his shoulders to stop him.

With a sigh, he concedes and rises off of you again. His shirt is wrinkled and skewed around his neck from your passionate touches. Still on his knees, he reaches for the metal handle of the back door and shouts into the roaring rain — “Hello? Anyone out here?”

“Eddie!” you shout, giggling and jerking backward when rogue droplets sprinkle inside.

The van shakes when he slams the door shut again.

“See?” he lilts with a lopsided grin. “No one.”

You shake your head at him. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“You love me, though,” he mutters as he settles back over you. The weight of his body is warm against your own. With your hands on his sides, you pull him somehow closer.

“Unfortunately…” you gripe, kissing the breath from his lungs a second later.

When he reaches for the hem of your shirt again, you let him take it off.

—————

The thundering rain against the roof almost drowns out your gentle moans. Eddie’s glad you’re breathing them right into his ear, so he can hear everything he’s doing to you. 

His thrusts are slow and measured. Almost painfully unrushed. He shushes your begging to go faster — “Just let me make you feel good,” he mutters, slurred and low, “Let me hit that spot.” He pierces you with his cock, tilting his hips to hit deep inside you until you make a pretty noise for him, then he creeps back out again.

He never pulls all the way out, though, ‘cause he might die if he left the warm velvet you are around him. He keeps his pelvis pressed intently against your own, the coarse hair at the base of his cock steady on your pussy. The pressure against your clit is merciless.

“Put your legs around me, baby,” he mumbles against your mouth because he knows the different angle will make it better for you. 

He almost smirks when you obey him without thinking, but his mouth parts with an unexpected moan before he can. You pull your knees back and tuck your ankles around his waist, heels pressing gently above his ass. 

Your cunt widens and suckles him further in.

Eddie grumbles a hearty, poorly muffled moan into your neck.

“There you go— just like that,” he praises. “Doing so good for me, pretty. Always so good for me.”

You whine again, high and light, like the praise is equally as pleasurable as his cock.

His metal chain glides between your breasts when he pulls back from you. He tucks his ringed fingers into your waist and sits back on his haunches, balls resting warm and wet against your ass. He keeps rocking into you, unhurried.

“What happened to that mouth you had before, huh?” Eddie wonders, still breathless.

He smirks when you moan in response. He knows you don’t have the words to answer him. He knows he’s fucked you far too stupid.

“Thought I was incorrigible, remember? What happened to that?”

Your mouth parts in a silent whimper, back arching and brows pinching when his cock hits deeper than you think he’s ever been. The pleasure feels borderline electric — makes your spine tingle and your legs go numb.

“Yeah… For someone who loves mouthing off—” Eddie continues to tease despite his breathlessness. You clench around him, and he has to remember to exhale. “—You open up so easily for me. Don’t ya, honey?” 

You wanna say something. You think you almost do. But his thrusts are as merciless as they are slow. He presses impossibly deep within you and keeps hitting that spot until you tremble. The words get caught in your throat, along with a silent moan.

“That’s okay, honey. Just let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good,” Eddie slurs, mumbling like he’s talking to himself. “Go dumb for me like you always do. So perfect at that— god.”

He tilts his head back to howl a groan. Through fluttering lashes and a blurry vision, you see his clenched jaw and taut neck and heaving chest. 

Eddie always talks a big game when he gets you all sweet and pliable underneath him. He loves to be dominant while he tears you apart, but as his own orgasm crawls up his spine, his true colors start to show.

He leans back over you again, caging you beneath his warm weight. He stops hiding his pathetic whines and whimpers and instead buries them into your sweat-slick shoulder. He babbles in your ear, a bunch of garbled nothingness because words are starting to lose meaning.

“Fuck, honey. Oh, fuck— you’re so fucking— shit. You’re so goddamn pretty, baby, you know that? So good for me. So soft, too. Shit. This pussy’s gonna kill me.”

He tucks his face into your neck and tries to kiss you through his whines. His ringed fingers crawl behind your back, holding you like his life depends on it while his measured thrusts grow rapid and sloppy. 

Eddie begs you to cum, or rather demands it because he can feel himself about to explode. “Cum— Cum for me— right fucking now.”

You do. You’ve been hanging by a thread the whole time, really. And like you expected, Eddie’s not too far behind you. Your unabashed moans entwine, mixing with the wild cadence of the rain against the tin roof of the rocking van.

[evilgwrl]

Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (One)

CW: Mutual masturbation ;)

Inspired by Neighbour!Simon

Chapter Two

Your legs perched up across the woven strings of the porch chair, knees littered with blue and black kisses, knotted joints tucked into your chest as you watched the peak of gold settle into a deep blue. Bony fingers laced the pages between parched hands, eyes darting maliciously between words as you hummed to yourself softly.

You were used to being out here alone, an orchestra of bats occasionally sounding out to you as they scurried away into pine trees, nipping between each other.  Your flat, a smaller duplex, was tucked away into a quiet cul-de-sac, away from the hustle and bustle of London life. It was an organised routine, your body succumbing to the night air as you bathed in the comforting atmosphere of the twilight. There was an occasional hum from up the road, the chug of a car passing through, but your interest peaked when the gravel road lit up, headlights streaming towards you as you shielded your eyes.

The sound of the engine frightened you a bit before you adjusted your vision. A large shadow stepped into view, the staggering height of a man peaking your attention before you took in the balaclava flushed against his face, russet eyes covered by a delicate frame of blonde lashes, stained with black face paint staring at you before dropping his head in a curt nod.

You recognised him as your neighbour. Quiet bloke, away often on deployment you presumed, but nether-the-less was a comfort for you. Even at home, it was like he was never there, the occasional echo of hollow boots sounding against the floorboards before they disappeared. He was ghostly, slightly peculiar but you noted him down mainly as mysterious.

You had spoken a few times, sounding good morning as he was outside having a smoke when you were leaving for work. His response was gruff and shallow, a deep voice barking out a short reply before smashing the dart under the rubble of his shoe, calloused hands gripping the door handle.

He walked past you, duffle bag dropped against the porch as he huffed with his keys, bruised knuckles peaking your attention as you glanced at him, framed eyes peering in curiosity.

“Y’ alright?” His tone was curt, a hint of annoyance ringing through as his eyes stained trained on the metal knob, working the key through the hole.

You squeaked out a noise, taken back by him as you adjusted in the chair, feet flat against the floor now. “Yeah, sorry, I’m just not used to you being here, it’s uh, nice for you to be back, less lonely,” you rambled, shuffling your hands awkwardly before you shut yourself up.

He let out a grunt, the noise almost animalistic sounding as he shut the door, his vague appearance shuffling into the quiet of his own home as you sat outside, whispering an expletive under your breath as you prodded at the ecchymosis on your nobbled knees.

Rough hands rubbed at the face paint, gentle soap working into the scorn skin, thickened skin almost melting under the velocity of the scolding water. Simon’s throat was scratchy, the irritating feeling of sandpaper lining his oesophagus as he choked out a cough. Broken blood vessels littered across the scarring of his back and ribs, a splurge of hematoma drawn across the broken skin.

Ivory skin was now painted with falling droplets of water, a scratchy moose-coloured towel adorned his hips as he shook his hair, moist residue landing on the mirror as he rubbed his hands across his face, a soft moan leaving his lips as he prodded the tender knot in his back.  

His home felt foreign, no matter how long he had lived there for.

His bedroom had dusk lighting, a double bed pushed against the flaky walls, the metal rods holding the frame scraping at the paint. A singular pillow to each side perked up against his touch as he layered them, unused linen welcoming him with a slight dusty smell, aching body collapsing into the plushness of the duvet.

He was aware that your bedroom was adjacent to his, your beds pushed directly together on opposite ends. He could hear the subtle creaks of your feet against the floor as you shuffled around, a chair squeaking across the floor as it collided with something before the noise of you walking sounded again. Simon could hear the springs in your bed, an acknowledgement that you were now lying down.

There was a low hum of a fan whirring, the white noise drifting into his room as he stared up at his own, the stagnant noise felt unorthodox, the familiarity of the barracks being the usual for the Lieutenant. Simon’s hands felt weighed down as he moved them from his chest to rest at his side, his breathing shallow as his ears perked at every movement you made.

You were restless, sweaty body tangled between cotton as you adjusted yourself, flinging your blankets off you as you let out gentle pants. You cursed at the lack of air conditioning available in British homes, peeling off your silken pyjama shorts as you flung them somewhere across your bedroom. Your body was hot and achy, the heat settling in even during the night as you turned to the side, beady eyes watching as the wind flickered the branches occasionally. You were tempted to sleep outside at this point, your room feeling like a sauna as you let out a frustrated quip.

There was a subtle ache between your thighs, a dull throbbing ringing through your brain as you attempted to position yourself better, clicking your calves as you rustled around. Tired arms stretched your top over your head as it too met the wraith of your floor, bare breasts perked against your sheets as you closed your eyes, cuddling up against a pillow.

Slumber never succumbed to your heated frame, the drill of your fan almost teasing you as it provided minimum cooling. You spread your legs, sweat prickling over your stretch marks as you moaned in annoyance. Your fingers trailed your slit through the thin fabric, turquoise-coloured panties fading into an aqua as you let out a shaky breath. You felt dirty, the dull throb of your cunt mocking you as needy fingers hooked into the lace, dragging them down the plushness of your thighs before settling at the end of your bed.

You fumbled around in your draw, clumsy fingers feeling around for your bullet vibrator before they rubbed against the silicone. You were sure to be quiet, your hands covering the majority of the vibrations as you nestled it between your folds, collecting the sweetness of your slick before resting it on your achy clit, an instant moan rising at your throat as you tweaked at your nipples.

The hum against your sex wasn’t enough as you sat up, resting the vibrator on your swollen nub as you straddled a pillow, sloppy pussy grinding against it rapidly as you rutted like a dog in heat, chasing your high.

You were a sight for sore eyes, breasts bouncing at your movements as you humped against the cushion, the cheap sex toy sounding against the bundle of nerves as you let out soft whimpers, mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape as you tugged at your hardened nubs that were practically aching against your chest.

It was like you were going through puberty again, squishy sounds squelching from your cunt at the licentious actions, hips getting sloppy as you felt your coil forming, antagonising moans dripping from your lips as you stilled, the silicone pressed sweetly into your clit as you whined into your hand, orgasm ripping through you as you jutted away from the stimulation, collapsing into a heap.

Simon frowned at how quickly your noises were over as a spit-covered cock throbbed in agony, veiny hands jutting around the angry member as he milked himself to the memory of your orgasm, hot splashes of cum spurting against his belly, a thick trail of hair leading down to his softening cock as he cleaned himself up before nestling into the comfort of his sheets and the barely audible hum of your breathing.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

What a Mess || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: After the disastrous start to the Brazilian GP, Charles needs an outlet Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, oral, rough sex, choking WC: 1.3k

Charles didn’t say a word as he navigated his way through the garage to you. His team patted his back and offered words of consolation but he didn’t feel them, he didn’t hear them. All Charles needed was an outlet for the blood pulsing through his body with all the rage of an inferno.

You were on your feet as soon as you saw him round the corner and though you couldn’t see his eyes through the visor of his helmet you knew that they would have darkened with the storm of emotions ravaging him. He didn’t stop as he reached you, merely reaching out after ripping the glove off his hand and grasping your upper arm to tow you along with him.

“Charles, I’m so sor-”

“Don’t,” he spat, the tone clipped and acerbic. “Don’t say another word.”

You kept your lips closed and nodded as you let him guide you out of the sight of his team. The garage wasn’t as permanent as some of the other tracks, with temporary walls erected from thin materials, so silence was needed when he shut the door to his driver room. You watched as Charles grabbed a chair and shoved the metal back up under the door handle before testing its durability. 

Your fingers were already reaching for the zipper at the side of your dress as he tugged his helmet off his head and let it fall to the concrete floor with a crack. He tugged his balaclava off next and dumped it next to your dress at your feet as you reached for him. For a moment he closed his eyes and let you cradle his face, the lack of crease lines on his cheeks showing just how little he spent wearing the protective gear. You would do anything to see Charles race again - really race, like he did last year. 

Somehow he still had hope for next year.

But what he needed now, well, Ferrari couldn’t give that to him. Only you could give him what he needed. An escape.

“Turn around,” he whispered as he caught your hands and pulled them away from his face. “Bend over.”

You complied in an instant, eager for the pleasure he promised and the high he was chasing. Your hands spread across his massage table as you pressed your front down onto the cold black vinyl and heard the velcro snap of his collar before the zipper was dragged down his race suit.

“Don’t make a sound,” he breathed across your skin and you shivered with delight as dropped to his knees behind you. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”

His palms grasped your ass, roughly massaging them as he watched you squirm on the table impatiently. Next came his teeth, a chuckle following the bite to the sensitive skin at the back of your thigh as your back stiffened with the sounds you barely suppressed. His strong hands pushed your stance wider and his breath was heavy at the sight before him.

Finally. Finally, he buried his head between your legs and dragged his tongue along your slit. You couldn’t hear his moan when he tasted you but you could feel the vibrations on your core and your nails nearly pierced the vinyl at the sensation.

Charles worked you into a frenzy with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. He wasn’t happy until your legs could barely hold you without buckling and your silence was broken with a muffled cry. One orgasm rolled into the next and you lost yourself in the heady feeling, your mind empty save for the man who rose to his feet behind you.

“You’re a mess,” he whispered in your ear as he draped his body over yours, pride thick in his tone. You relished the weight that pinned you in place and the warmth of his skin on yours, barely being able to remember when he had stripped his fireproofs off. Charles’ hand fisted your hair and turned your head to crane back enough to see his green eyes jaded. “You’re a mess, just like me.”

Whatever argument you might have put up was swallowed by his kiss and it was just as messy with teeth and tongue. You melted at the growl he gave as he won the fight for dominance as he always did and a hand slipped between your bodies as he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“Putain,” he swore as he reverted back to his native tongue. Your neck was still strained and the ability to talk or even swallow was almost impossible but still a strangled sound escaped as he snapped his hips and filled your cunt with one hard thrust. “Shhh, ma chat.”

You tried, you really tried, but your brain was no longer connected to your body as he fucked you into a mindless state. Your eyes rolled back into your head with each long stroke and your ability to breathe was lost when he bent his knees and somehow found a deeper angle. 

There was no hope of keeping quiet when he found the sweet spot deep inside you and whatever he saw on your face had his hand curling around your throat. The sound that was building deep in your chest was choked with his tightening fingers and your heartbeat began to throb in your ears. 

Your head spun and your body reacted, your hips bucking and your core tightening. Just when you thought you were going to have to reach for his hand, his fingers loosened and your lungs gasped for fresh air before it was stolen again. He knew what you could handle, and you knew you could trust him. He needed this as much as you did. He needed to be in control of something when it seemed everything was out of his reach. You were more than willing to let him control you. 

This time when your orgasm came your cunt clenched tight around his cock and he trembled at the feeling. He called you his vice, in every sense of the word, and he relinquished the control he had yearned for as he lost himself in his own blissful release. 

For a few moments he just lay there, draped across your body like a comforting blanket but all too soon the noise of the world around returned to your drumming ears and reality drew him from you. 

“Why the fuck am I so unlucky?” he asked as he swiped his clothes from the floor, but you weren’t sure if he was asking the universe, himself or you.

“There’s no such thing as luck, Charles,” you answered anyway. His eyes flicked to you and watched your skin disappear beneath the dress you pulled back on. “Ferrari is unreliable. If you want to change your ‘luck’, start with changing your team.”

“You know I can’t do that,” he sighed. He kicked the chair aside that blocked the door before opening it and brushing his sweaty hair back into place. “I’ll see you tonight?”

He shouldn’t have had to ask and his insecurities only made you sad as you stepped closer to him. You caught his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tipping his head down so you could see your reflection in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

His smile almost chased away the shadows on his face before he kissed you, soft and gentle this time. “I should go.”

“You smell like sex.”

He froze and realised he hadn’t even been thinking clearly enough to wash his face and after running his tongue over his lips he could still taste you. A real smile grew on his face and his head fell forward to touch yours with a laugh. “Oh my god, I told you I am a mess.”

“Yes, you are,” you agreed with a laugh as you closed the door again. “But this is a mess that I can help with. Come on, take a seat, it’s my turn to boss you around.”