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where on earth did u get this idea fromâŠ
#I have a lil brother#PLUS#this one time#me and this extremely tall guy were trying to navigate through a library aisle#and his lips brushed my temple#like#awkward#we had never talked before#he didn't LICK it but bhai pretty close#both of us were pretty disgusted#but brushed it off#I had forgotten about it before this post
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a strategy to confessing to your father you hate him
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#miesozernacma#vent#rant#tw vent#tw rant#parents were bickering in the kitchen around me#talking abt how my dad didnt finish preparing the potatoes or whatever#and mom eventually was like âand what do You think about this (me)??â#and because i was keeping in mind how my dad is like rarely a chore doer in the home#and has a tendency to be incompetent if ever he does something for the home#(aside from getting groceries and driving ppl places)#i answered honestly and seriously that its pretty incompetent of him to not do what he was told to do#and like immediately both my parents went like#âay we're just bickering unseriously why're you jumping at your dad like thatâ#ive got a lot of complaints to give on my dad#how he behaves in the home#towards us - his children...... and with alcohol....... like Minimum once a Week#like i genuinely feel like beating him down with words. about every little thing he does#hes had a difficult upbringing and now as an adult hes like a zombie to me#i could barely call what hes doing a Life. he wakes up at 3am against his will; he drives kids to school; he sits at work for a couple hrs#gets home at maybe 3pm avg; gets groceries ; gets the kids ; gets home (order of these things varies)#eats Something and sits at his laptop or the freakin tv until like 6pm ; then goes downstairs to get wasted away from everyones gaze#comes back upstairs wobbling; makes some disgusting mess in the kitchen ; sleeps in the living room snoring soloud the whole house hears it#no hobby besides doomscrolling ive seen. even my Mom goes out maybe once a month with Her friends somewhere for a couple hrs#i kind of honestly hate looking at him#and later he said âso what was that blowup in the kitchen about; you wanna tell me something?â#i went real quiet. and only told him âyeah; i dont know if you're ready (to hear the end of it)â#kind of wild how in about a year i went from crying abt and pitying my dad for having no friends to This#this man had every opportunity in his life to change and improve its quality but. he ultimately chose Not to#and now his child hates him. secretly despises and is disgusted with him in every possible way
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Rough Ride (so rough)
â„Pairing: RE2!Leon x AFAB!Reader
â„Summary: What happens when you have to sit on Leon's lap for a very long and bumpy car ride? Leon's pants get soaked đ
â„CW: 18+, smut, sub!leon, dry humping, cumming in pants, overstimulation, crying kink, semi-public sex, sorta non-con at first? but both parties are consenting, 1.6k words
â„a/n: can you guys tell how much I like dry humping from the amount of times it shows up in all my fics? anyways RE2 Leon is so subby i need to make him cry so I wrote this. Also my requests are open if any of u leon sluts wanna request something đ Hope you guys enjoy! <3 pics are from pinterest
Leon Kennedy was utterly fucked. Both literally and figuratively. He was approximately one hour into the grand camping trip that your shared group of friends had planned, and it was already off to a bumpy start.
It started with the excessive amount of luggage you and Claire had decided to pack. The trunk was bursting at the seams, and the backseat was already crammed with more than it could reasonably hold, leaving the driver seat, the passenger seat, and a single seat in the back free for its intended use.
With Chris driving and Claire staking her claim on the passenger seat, that left you and Leon with the single seat to share.
And when you whispered a seductive âI guess weâll have to make do,â with a mischievous glint in your eye, Leon knew he was done for.
Before he could respond, he was shoved into the car, barely even registering that you were manoeuvring yourself into his lap, carefully trying to find a comfortable position.
At first, Leon was awkward. It wasnât every day that the girl he had a massive crush on was situated on his lap, and especially not for a 2 hour long drive like this one. But as you leaned against him and whispered a soft âRelax,â he eventually settled in, wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder.
The first hour was fine, enjoyable even. Leon had managed to stave off a massive boner, and everyone had been happy despite the luggage situation. But issues started to arise as Chris turned the car onto a bumpy gravel path in the woods.
âWeâre gonna be on this trail for about an hour and then we'll be at our camping spot. It might get a bit bumpy,â Chris muttered quietly, not wanting to wake up his sister who had dozed off against the window.
As the car drove deeper into the forest, the road became more uneven, causing you to bounce slightly in Leonâs lap. His cock started to twitch, the boner he managed to avoid coming to as all his attention was focused on that single point where your ass was softly bouncing on his cock.
Leon was flushed head to toe, his teeth worrying his lower lip as the rate of his breathing increased. His cock was now fully hard and leaking pre-cum in his boxers, and by some miracle, you hadn't noticed. Needing to feel more friction, he pushed his hips up slightly, softly grinding his hard dick against your ass, playing it off as shifting to a more comfortable position. He felt like such a pervert, getting off against your ass while you were completely oblivious, but the weight of you on top of him felt too good to stop.
He had managed not to make a sound, harshly biting down against his surely bruised lip any time he felt like moaning, but when Chris hit a particularly hard bump, causing you to bounce harshly back into his cock, he let out a barely audible whimper, right against your neck.
Leon stiffened, panicking as he was sure he got caught. You were going to realize what he had been doing, and you'd think he was a disgusting pervert, never wanting to see him again.
But as you turned your head slightly, concern etched on your features, and asked him if he was okay, Leon went lax with relief. You didnât know.
âY-yeah- Sorry I was just startled by the bump,â he stammered out.
You smiled softly, seemingly unaware of the turmoil raging inside him. âIt's okay. These roads are pretty rough. Just hold onto me if you need to, okay?â
Leon swallowed hard, nodding. âSure, thanks.â You leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, then turned back around and shifted your hips, moving in a more comfortable position. Leonâs hold around your waist tightened and his dick twitched at the feeling of you moving against him.
The car continued to jostle along the uneven path, each bump sending another wave of sensation through Leonâs body. He tried to focus on anything elseâthe trees whipping past outside, the sound of Chris humming along to the radio, the soft snores of Claire asleep in the frontâbut his mind kept coming back to the warmth and pressure of you against his twitching cock.
Desperate to maintain some semblance of control, Leon shifted slightly, trying to find a position that would ease his arousal. It was useless. Every movement, every slight adjustment only heightened the friction, the pressing of your body against him his own personal torture.
Minutes felt like hours as the car bumped along the trail, each jolt a reminder of the situation Leon found himself in. To make matters worse, you began shifting, unknowingly pushing your ass against his cock continuously, and Leon couldn't help himself. He just had to cum, so he began grinding against you again, timing his thrusts with your shifting.
He closed his eyes as his thrusts got sloppier, the building heat in his gut reaching its peak. He knew he couldn't hold out for much longer, and he was careless with his sounds, his heavy breathing against your neck becoming louder and louder.
Leon's body tensed, and with a muffled groan, he came, his cock twitching as he spilled into his pants. Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived as the car continued to jostle along the path, your ass still bouncing in his lap, overstimulating his already sensitive cock.
His breathing grew ragged, and tears began to well up in his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore, the friction becoming unbearable, and he bit his lip hard, trying to stifle his whimpers.
Despite the overstimulation, the continued friction of your ass bouncing against him caused his cock to twitch and harden once more, much to his confusion and frustration. The sensations were too much to handle; his body was a mess of sensitivity and arousal, and he couldn't stop the tears that began to spill down his cheeks.
Leon's mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, the overstimulation blending into a desperate need for more. His hips involuntarily thrust upward, seeking more friction, even though it was torturous. Each bounce of your ass pushed him closer to the edge again, and he couldn't understand how he could be this turned on despite having just cum.
Minutes felt like hours, and Leon's body was on the brink of collapse. The continued friction, combined with his heightened sensitivity, pushed him to the edge once more. He tried to stay silent, but soft whimpers escaped his lips, tears streaming down his face as he clung to you, desperate and needy.
Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, you turned your head slightly, a smirk playing on your lips.
The realization hit him like a freight trainâyou knew. You had known all along. Your smirk widened as you watched him, your eyes dark with arousal.
You leaned in, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "You've been such a good boy, Leon."
Leon's breath hitched, his body trembling as your words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He was overwhelmed, his senses on overdrive as you licked the tears from his face, your tongue tracing a path along his cheek.
Without warning, you began grinding against him, your hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. The friction was maddening, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his overstimulated cock. Leon's hands tightened around your waist, his nails digging into your skin as he fought to hold on.
"You like this, don't you?" you murmured, your voice dripping with teasing amusement. "Getting hard again so soon after cumming. Such a needy boy."
Leon could only nod, his voice failing him as you continued to grind against him, each movement sending him spiraling further into a state of desperate arousal. He was completely at your mercy, and he loved every second of it.
Your pace quickened, and Leon's breath came in short, ragged gasps. Each grind of your hips sent jolts of pleasure through his overstimulated body, and he clung to you as if you were his lifeline. His tears mingled with sweat, his entire world narrowing down to the intoxicating friction and your teasing whispers in his ear.
With a final, deliberate roll of your hips, you sent him over the edge again. Leon's body convulsed, his cries muffled against your shoulder as he came for the second time, his cock throbbing and spilling more cum into his already-soaked pants. His tears of overstimulation turned to tears of overwhelming pleasure, his entire being consumed by the raw, intense sensations. You held him tightly, a satisfied smirk on your lips as you licked away his tears, savoring the sweet taste of his submission.
As the last waves of his orgasm subsided, you continued to move gently, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from his exhausted body.
Leaning in close, you kissed him tenderly, a silent promise of many more games to come. In that moment, Leon knew he was utterly and completely yours, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
When they finally pulled up to the cabin, Chris hadn't even fully parked before Leon threw you off his lap and bolted for the door. His face was a deep shade of crimson, and he mumbled a halfhearted excuse about needing to use the washroom, doing his best to conceal the completely soaked front of his pants. As he disappeared inside, you couldn't help but laugh softly, the image of his flustered expression etched in your mind. You exchanged a knowing glance with Claire, who raised an eyebrow in silent question. Smiling innocently, you shrugged, already anticipating the next opportunity to tease Leon further.
#sub leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#resident evil fanfiction
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Then comes Jason.
And oh boy!
They know that he is an anti hero who regularly uses guns. But y'know the appeal of a bad boy is too much. those thighs>>>>>. Plus they once saw him in a soft sweater and joggers with his glasses on, writing an essay for his college while sipping tea and even Kon starts a teeny tiny crush on him. Because just imagine the comedic and dramatic potential. Like, they all did resent him once upon a time for what he did to Tim. But once they see how genuinely remorseful he is, they forgive him.
Jason: So, you guys said that you need some tutoring in English?
The teen titans staring at Jason's thighs, blushing: Uh huh
Tim: Not Again!!!
Jason: *confused expression*
And as per Karma, every single person on Damian's team is a simp for Tim. And Damian is so disgusted by it. Listen.
Tim: Hey! Bman told me that you want to learn a bit of hacking?
The team just gazing at Tim's face: Y-yup absolutely
Damian: You all are such imbeciles. You like Drake?!
Tim looking confused: Are you sure that they like me instead of Dick or Jace?
I am a firm believer of the fact that that all the teen superheros had a crush on Nightwing at one point and he is just completely oblivious to this fact.
Dick: Hi guys, Batman let me to give you guys a training session, because Robin mentioned you all wanted to learn how to do a backflip!
All the teens staring at Dick's abs and thighs with red faces: Oh, cool..!
Tim: OH MY GOD YOU'RE ALL DISGUSTING!
Dick: Robin! Don't insult your friends, they didn't even do anything!
Kon, shuffling to the side to peer at Dick's ass: Yeah Rob, we didn't do anything.
Tim, seething: I CANNOT WITH YOU PEOPLE!
#jason todd#damian wayne#and all three are oblivious of these crushes#Jason-I can't even figure out that Roy and Kori want to date me-Todd Wayne can not possibly fanthom that someone has a crush on him#Tim-Brenard and Kon literally had to kiss me to make me realise that they had romantic feelings for me-Drake is too oblivious#it is practically a bat passage that you SO was attracted one of your siblings before crushing on you#like Kory and Dick were engaged and you can't tell me that Roy and Dick didn't weren't a situationship/flirtationship#Kon crushed on both Dick and Jason before realising that he liked Tim and Brenard's celebrity crush was Cass#Steph used to date Tim and had a massive crush on Jason's Robin when he saved her at the age of 8 years old#Jon had a massive crush on Jason and Duke once upon a time#Dick's team were absolute simps for the pretty boy Bruce (Dick was so disgusted by it that he banned Bruce from ever visiting the base-#-his civilian identity)
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Dirty Little Secret
âGenre: Smut MDNI 18+ only
âPairing: sex worker!mingi x afab!reader (best friends to ??)
âWord count: 7.6k
âWarnings: Porn, eye contact, praising, oral/face sitting (f receiving), use of sex toys (m receiving), reader records Mingi masturbate, dirty talk, begging, Mingi is pretty soft, fingering (f receiving), youâre both desperate, reader is easily flustered and Mingi is a tease (let me know if I missed any)
âSummary: Your best friend Mingi stays the night at your place after not seeing each other in a while. When he abandons his phone you decide to play on it, the last thing you were expecting to find was his secret porn account.
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After a nice shower, youâre lying in bed watching the show youâve been binge-watching for days. Suddenly, you feel your phone vibrate beside you, getting a text from Mingi.
Loser (Mingi): Yo, Iâm here >:)
A smile grew on your face, jumping out of bed and running toward the door. When you swing the door open, youâre met with a smiling Mingi, his sleepover bag in one hand, his other resting on the top of the doorframe.
âWassup bitch!â You exclaim.
Mingi smiles wide, pulling you in for a hug, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as your hands wrap around his waist. You swear he grew taller from the last time you saw him.Â
You and Mingi havenât been able to hang out much anymore. With your different jobs, your schedules just donât align. Adult life is lame. Sometimes you wish you could go back to your teenage years, when you both hung out practically every day. After school, during lunch, whenever you wanted. But here you are; you have your own apartment, car, and job, but life is still boring when you canât see your best friend much.
âHello to you too,â he giggles.
When you pull away, Mingi steps inside, sliding his shoes off and putting his keys down on the table.
âOh my god, Iâm so excited! When was the last time we had a sleepover? It feels like ages.â
Mingi runs his hands through his short blonde hair, thinking to himself to recall the last sleepover, letting out a sigh.Â
âDamn, I donât even remember.â
His hand dropped to his side, and you watched as his black and white beaded bracelet swung around his wrist. You look down at your matching one on your wrist and smile softly.Â
âAw, you still wear this?â
You reach over, toying with the beads on Mingiâs wrist. This was a bracelet you made for Mingi years ago, and you decided to make a matching one for yourself. It was basically a friendship bracelet, but Mingi never liked calling it that; he thought it was too cringeworthy. (You know he secretly likes it, though.)
âOf course I do; I never take it off.âÂ
You both make your way to the bedroom. Mingi drops his bag down on the bed, and you plop down on the mattress. He unzips his bag, digging through to pick out his sleeping clothes.
âBefore I get settled, I want to shower; I just got out of the gym not too long ago.â
âIs that why youâre dressed like Adam Sandler?â
Mingi snaps his head up, glaring at you with narrow eyes, fighting back a smile.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?âÂ
You giggle at his reactions, looking him up and down with a feigned disgust.
âOh honey, youâre wearing shorts, a baggy tee, and flip-flops. If thatâs not an Adam Sandler fit, I donât know what is.â
Mingi rolls his eyes at your comment, secretly thinking it was funny, but he wouldnât let you know that. Your ego is already too big. He grabs his clothes and washbag, heading toward the conjoined bathroom in your bedroom.Â
âIâm going to ignore you and shower.â
Mingi stops in his tracks, pulling his phone out of his pocket to hand it to you.Â
âOh, before I go, can you charge my phone?â
You grab it, still laughing softly to yourself, and plug it in the charger.Â
âI got you; now go shower you smelly boy.âÂ
Mingi chuckles and walks off into the bathroom.Â
A few minutes later, you hear the shower running, and youâre laying back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Mingi was only gone for a minute, and you were already bored. You let out a sigh, looking around the room to find something to entertain you. You peek over at the bedside table, glancing at Mingiâs phone.
You grab the phone, laughing to yourself. You used to do this thing whenever Mingi left his phone around: take a bunch of funny photos of yourself and set them as his lock screen. You liked to see his reactions when he finds the photos, and sometimes he would keep it on his phone screen for a long time. You havenât done it in a while, so why not do it again? It was a harmless prank that always made you two laugh.Â
You turn on his phone, the screen shining brightly on your face, almost blinding you. His lock screen was a picture of an anime character from Chainsaw Man. âWhat a dweebâ you thought to yourself. You put in his passcode, letting out a little victory chuckle when it let you in. Although your laugh immediately died down when your eyes met with a random Twitter account. Thatâs weird; you follow Mingi on all social media platforms, but youâve never seen this one.Â
You furrow your brows in confusion, Sir Min, the username read. What was this account? And why was Mingi looking at it? Clearly he was just on it; the app loaded up right as you turned on the phone. You read the bio, and your heart pounded.
â18+ NSFW These videos and pics all belong to me. If you like what you see, sub to my OF;)â
What?Â
You spring up, hunching over with the phone inches away from your face. You heard the pounding of your heart in your ears; you were frozen, blankly staring at the words on the screen. There was a voice in your head telling you to stop; this felt like something you shouldnât be seeing. You should really turn Mingiâs phone off and put it away, out of sight, out of mind.Â
Yeah, you definitely should put the phone down... but your curiosity got the best of you. Your trembling thumb slowly scrolled down the page. Your heart dropped when you saw the first video.Â
A man sat back in a chair; you were unable to see his face; only his neck down was in view. His sweats were pulled down to his midthigh, and his shirt was hitched up, exposing his soft stomach. Your mouth grew dry when you noticed the way he was teasingly stroking his dick, occasionally slapping it against his abdomen. You watched in awe as a string of spit ran down into view and landed on his pink tip.Â
What. The. Fuck.Â
You watched the way his black and white beaded bracelet bounced on his wrist as he stroked his (fairly big) cock. Your breath hitched, and you were ashamed when you felt a pant of arousal rush through your body. Your stomach churned when you realized the man on the screen wasnât just any man; it was Mingi.Â
You were so engrossed in the video in front of you that you failed to notice the trickling of the shower ceased. The sound of jiggling from the bathroom doorknob brought you back to your senses, and you immediately turned off the phone and threw it on the bed.Â
Mingi walked out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair with the towel to dry it off. You laid back, grabbing your own phone to look as casual as possible.Â
âI feel so much better now.â
Mingi sighed, throwing the towel on a chair in the corner of the room. He looked at you with a small smile, placing his hands on his hips. Youâre heart was still racing, and you had to stop your eyeâs from wandering down at Mingiâs topless body. His sweats hung low on his hips, and Calvin Klein underwear peaked at the top.
âAbout time, I almost died of boredom.â
You sit up, internally patting yourself on the back for sounding so nonchalant. Mingi chuckled and crawled in bed beside you.Â
âSo what do you want to do?âÂ
You stared at Mingi as he grew closer to you, subconsciously scooting away a bit. It was a little change in demeanor, but Mingi noticed it right away. He decided not to think too much about it, and he leaned in closer.
âYouâre not going to put on a shirt?âÂ
Your tone was a bit more nervous than you anticipated. Mingi looked down at his topless body and shrugged.
âIt never bothered you before.â
He reached over, grabbing the remote to scroll through the TV. Heâs right, it never has before, so why does it bother you now? You sit back against the headboard, staring at the TV screen. Youâre mind kept thinking back at the video; you definitely shouldnât have seen it... but why are you a bit disappointed you couldnât see more?
You never thought Mingi would be the type to sell nudes for money. You knew there was a lot of catching up to do, but you certainly werenât expecting that.Â
âOh my god, I love this movie. Have you seen it?âÂ
Mingi turns to you, his eyes bright with excitement. You couldnât seem to stare at him; your gaze stayed on the TV.
âOh, no, I havenât. We can watch it.â
âYes! Okay, I think youâll like this one a lot; itâs hilarious.â
Mingi smiles wide and plays the movie. He lays back in the bed, turning toward your direction to lay his head on the pillow beside you. His hair tickled your arm, and your body grew hot when you felt his leg entangle in yours. You sit up abruptly, and Mingi looks up at you confused.
âI have to use the restroom. Iâll be back.â
âOk⊠Donât take too long, though. I know you just sit on the toilet watching Tik Toks.âÂ
You roll your eyes and chuck a pillow at him. Mingi giggles while blocking your attack. You walked into the bathroom, trying to act as casual as possible. When the door closes behind you, you press yourself back against the wall, trying to comprehend everything.
Why hasnât Mingi told you about this?Â
How long has he been doing it for?Â
Why did it turn you on?Â
All these questions raced in your head. You hate how youâre acting right now. I mean, Mingi is a grown man; he can do this type of work if he wanted to. You never cared when you found out other people were interested in sex work. So why are you reacting this way when it comes to Mingi?
After you pulled yourself together, you stepped out of the bathroom. Mingi laid in your bed, head resting on his hand as he watched the movie. You sat down beside Mingi, keeping a little distance from him.
âWelcome back.â
He smiled, noticing the way you sat a bit farther, furrowing his brows in confusion.
âI donât have some kind of disease; come over here.â
Mingi reached over, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You gasp loudly, feeling your core ache again at the way he can easily manhandle you. You mentally curse yourself for reacting that way.Â
Itâs not unusual to be clingy with Mingi; you both do it all the time, but for some reason every time he touched you, you couldnât stop thinking about how it would feel to have his hands touch other places.
You let out an awkward chuckle when Mingi snuggled his head in your lap; youâre body tensed when feeling how close he was. You couldnât believe yourself; youâre really thinking dirty thoughts about your best friend, who is innocently snuggled into you.
The whole time you guys were lounging and watching the movie, you couldnât seem to relax. Your hands stayed glued to your sides, and you keep getting lost in thought, not paying attention to the film at all.
Your unnatural behavior didnât go unnoticed by Mingi. He tried to let it slide the first time, but when he saw that your body wasnât relaxed and you werenât playing with his hair like you usually do, he let out a sigh. He sat up, pausing the movie and turning to you with a suspicious look.
âOkay, whatâs your problem?âÂ
Your head jerked in Mingiâs direction, not expecting him to ask that. You try to find words, mouth opening and closing like a fish.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Mingi stares at you with a knowing glance and a small frown.Â
âYouâre acting weird. Itâs like youâre scared of me or something. You wonât relax; youâre hardly talking to me, and you wonât even touch me.â
Your heart aches at his words; you were so shaken by what you saw on Mingiâs phone that you subconsciously started to treat him weirdly. You thought for a moment, debating whether to come clean or pretend like nothing happened.
Mingi stared at you intently, waiting for an answer. You can see the slight worry in his eyes. You already knew he was starting to feel a bit insecure by the look on his face. You let out a small sigh.
"No, Mingi, you didnât do anything wrong to get me upset.â
âHow did you know thatâs what I was thinking?â
âYouâre making that sad puppy face.âÂ
Mingi smiled softly at your words, looking away as you both chuckled. He felt a small pang of relief but was still worried, wanting to know whatâs wrong.
âThen whatâs wrong?â
He scooted closer, wanting to wrap his arm around your shoulder, but based on your behavior earlier, he kept his hands to himself.Â
You decided to give in; fuck it, just tell him the truth. You take in a breath before speaking in a shaky tone.
âWell, when you were in the shower. I wanted to mess with you, so I took your phone, and when I turned it on..."
Your voice drifted off. Mingi waited patiently to hear you out. Soon he came to realize what you saw; his heart dropped and his eyes widen.
âOh-â
You turn away feeling embarrassed; you didnât want to look Mingi in the eyes. You felt so bad; how could you invade his privacy like that?
âIâm sorry; I swear I didnât mean to see that. I just wanted to take funny photos of myself on your phone. The app was already open when I turned it on.â
Mingi lets out a small chuckle at your nervous rambling. The noise caused you to relax a bit, knowing he wasnât angry.
âIâm sorry..âÂ
You say quietly, looking like a sad puppy with its ears flopped down. Mingi coos internally at your expression, ruffling your hair.
âItâs okayâ
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding in, leaning back against the headboard and hiding your face in your hands.Â
âDid you see anything?â
You can hear the slight shyness hiding under his attempt to sound confident. You paused for a moment, thinking back at the video you watched, and nodded slowly.
Mingi nervously chuckles at your response, trying to sound cocky and playful to lift the mood.
âDid you like what you saw?âÂ
You sat there in silence, your face heating up behind your hands at his question. Your silence was all Mingi needed to know the answer; he raised his brows and his heart quickened. He mostly said that as a joke, but seeing your reaction ignited a fire in him.Â
âOhâŠ..oh. What video did you watch?â
He smirked, scooting a bit closer. You nudged Mingi away, rolling your eyes at his teasing behavior.Â
âFuck off, Mingi. I already have the sight of your dick in my head. I donât need to hear your sexy voice.â
Mingi smiles wide, liking the reaction youâre having. To be frank, Mingi was embarrassed at first when you revealed that you saw his secret porn account. Although after seeing your reaction, he has a newfound confidence coursing through him.Â
"No, no, just tell me. Which video was it?â
You glared at him wanting to smack the smirk off his smug face (or kiss it off, but letâs not get needy). You roll your eyes, knowing Mingi wasnât going to let this go.
âIt was...the one of you.â
You moved your fist up and down, not being able to say it out loud. You couldnât meet his gaze; you didnât have to see his face to know he was smirking wide.
âOh that? Thatâs a popular one of mine.â
âUgh, Mingi I donât need to know what gets your fucking fans all horned up.â
You groan, pushing Mingi away. He laughs softly, noticing the small blush creeping up in your cheeks.
"Aw, come on, I know you liked it.â
Itâs not unusual for Mingi to talk to you in a teasing, flirty tone. It never used to phase you, but something about this situation in particular makes you ache between your legs.Â
You roll your eyes, plopping down on the bed, and cover yourself with the blanket. Mingi chuckled as he watched you hide away. You spoke back in a muffled voice.
âIâm going to bed, freak.â
He patted you on the back, still laughing softly, and turned off the light.
âGood night; try not to have any wet dreams of me.â
You kicked him under the covers; he let out a small groan and forced yourself to sleep. Embarrassing to say... you do in fact have a wet dream of Mingi that night. Not your proudest moments, but youâre only human.Â
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Weeks have past since that night. It almost felt like you two grew even closer after finding out Mingiâs big secret. After that night of the sleepover, you both had a deep talk about why Mingi entered this line of work in the first place.Â
He explained to you how he was struggling with money and his own body image. At first he didnât want to resort to that kind of work, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Once he uploaded his first video, he grew an audience pretty quickly; thatâs when he learned that he liked making content more than he thought he would.Â
It taught him how to appreciate his body and his own pleasure, and after meeting new people in the same kind of work, he realized that he wasnât alone in his struggles. Also, the amount of money that comes in was very nice; who could complain?Â
After he opened up to you, you had a different view on the situation at hand. Knowing the reason for everything, you grew to admire Mingi more, and it never bothered you when he would speak about his "films." He would even ask you for advice or requests on what he should post next.Â
What you werenât proud of, though, was the late nights you spent staring up at your ceiling. Phone in hand, the Twitter search tab open as you fight the urge to search his account again. The amount of times you made yourself cum while watching Mingi fuck a flesh light was embarrassing to say out loud.Â
You were on your way to Mingiâs house, a grocery bag of snacks in your hand. You parked in front of his house, pulling out your phone to text him.Â
You: âAye loser, Iâm here.â
You gather your belongings, stepping out of the car and walking to his front door. You didnât get a reply, which was weird. You glanced down at your phone, waiting to see the three dots to indicate he was typing. When they donât appear, you shoot another text.
You: "I said Iâm here đ"
No reply; thatâs weird.Â
You jiggle the front door knob only to find it was unlocked all along. Usually when he leaves it that way, he expects you to just walk in, and that you do.Â
When you stepped into the living room, it was vacant; there werenât any games set up for you two on the table. You furrow your brows in confusion and set your bags down, slipping off your shoes.
âMingi?â
You hear a thump noise coming from his bedroom, and your heart drops. What was that? It sounded like something falling. Without a second thought, you rushed to his bedroom, afraid that maybe he fell to the ground or something like that.
You hear a small groan of annoyance coming from his room; you barged in no hesitation and immediately froze when you saw him.Â
Mingi stood at the edge of his bed, pants down and very hard; his tripod lay broken on the floor. When Mingi looked up at you, he frozen for a second, rummaging behind him to pick up a pillow and cover himself up. You quickly shut the door in your own face, walking away from his room.Â
Once you reach the front door, ready to drop everything and leave because WHAT THE FUCK MINGI WAS FILMING A PORNO, you hear his bedroom door open and he runs toward you.
âWait y/n, donât...â
You stop in your tracks, turning around slowly when you feel Mingiâs hand grasp your shoulder. He was wearing black sweats and nothing else. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was out of breath.
âIâm sorry, Mingi; I texted you but you didnât answer. The door was unlocked, so I came in, then I heard this sound and thought maybe you were hurt.âÂ
âY/n, youâre rambling again.â
You shut your mouth, looking away from Mingi. He chuckled softly, moving his hand from your shoulder to his waist.
"Sorry, I didnât see your message. I thought you would have taken longer to get here, and I needed to film a video.â
You scratch the back of your neck; it took every ounce in you not to look down at his large bulge in his sweats. You clear your throat, feeling awkward and bad for just barging in the way you did.Â
âDo you, um, want me to go? so you can..you know.âÂ
You gestured toward his bulge, trying to maintain eye contact but failing. He looked down, a blush creeping on his cheeks, before covering himself with his hand.Â
"Um, I would, but that thump you heard was my tripod falling and breaking into bits, so...â
âOh, I mean, do you really need that? Just prop it down on the table or something.â
âI can't; it doesnât get the right angle.â
You roll your eyes at his remarks, scoffing.
âYouâre being picky; just put your phone down and jerk it, not that hard.â
Mingi laughs at your words, the tension in the room lifting. Your body finally starts to relax, and you can tell Mingi was feeling the same way.Â
âItâs not that easy; when I put my phone on the table, the lighting looks all weird. I want to make good videos for my viewers; that way I get more money.â
He rubs his thumb and index finger together. You smile at him, finding his care for quality videos strangely endearing.Â
âLet me see.â
He takes you to his room; when you enter, you see the broken tripod. It was snapped in half on the floor; there was no fixing it.Â
âI mean, do you have tape?â
âNo.â
You stroke your chin, thinking on how to help this situation.
âJust get a new one; do you really need to film a video now?â
âYeah, this isnât just any video; itâs a commission. I need to film it, or else the buyer would be upset.â
You both ponder for a moment; you wanted to help but didnât know how. Suddenly Mingi looks over at you, a look in his eyes that you couldnât pin point.
âWhat ifâŠyou film me?â
Your eyes widen, and your head snaps toward his direction.Â
âWhat!?â
Mingi walks closer to you, grabbing your hands with a pleading look.
"Oh, come on, y/n, I need to film this video. Youâre my best friend, and I need your help; besides, youâve already seen my dick!âÂ
You stood there, mouth open, unable to form words. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, and your ears heated up. You scoff at Mingi, looking away, not wanting him to see the small blush on your cheeks.
He keeps trying to meet your gaze, eyes desperate and pleading.
âPlease? Iâm not going to make you do this if youâre uncomfortable, but please consider. Help your bestie make a bag.âÂ
You laugh softly at his words, looking into his eyes; it was hard to deny that look. After a moment of silence, you thought, Fuck it. Mingi needed your help; you knew you were the only one who could help in this way (totally wasnât because you secretly wanted to see Mingi touch himself).Â
âFine, okay,â you sighed.
Mingi smiles wide, pulling you in for a hug.
âThank you! Okay, all you have to do is stand here and record me. Pretty simple.â
Mingi walked your body to the edge of the bed, wanting you to stay there. He gives you his phone after opening the camera app and looks at you excitedly. You couldnât help but think how cute Mingi looked right now. (Despite the fact that he was going to whip it out in a few seconds.)
âWait, before I do this, you better promise that we will pretend like nothing happened and move on. Donât think Iâll be your camerawoman from now on, just this once.âÂ
âOkay, I promise.â Mingi chuckles.
You let out a sigh, holding up the camera to point it at the bed.Â
âHurry before I change my mind," you huff.Â
Mingi scurries on the bed, sitting at the edge. He grips the waistband of his sweats, hesitating for a moment.
âMake sure not to get my face. Wait, sit down. I donât want you to be uncomfortable.â
You roll your eyes, grabbing the chair beside you to take a seat. You were now at eye level with Mingi, sitting a foot away from him. After you take a deep breath, you press record.
âOk go.â
Mingi moves when he hears the ding of the camera, indicating that you started recording. He reached behind him to grab something; your heart dropped when you saw what it was.Â
His flesh light.Â
He begins to speak, talking to the person who you presume bought this specific video as a commission. He stands up, rubbing his bulge through his sweats. You gulp, trying not to let your trembling hands mess up the video.Â
You look up, locking eyes with him. Mingi twitched in his pants, biting his lip and letting out a small groan. You quickly tore your gaze away, staring at the screen in front of you.Â
You swore you saw a hint of a blush creeping on Mingiâs cheeks when you both locked eyes. You watched as his hands ran up his hips, gripping the waistband of his sweats to pull them down slowly. You breathe hitched when his big dick sprung up and slapped his lower abdomen.
You swear youâve never seen him that hard; from all the videos you (secretly) watched of him, you never saw him like this. His tip was red, leaking cum; a long vein ran down the side of his length. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself throb between your legs.
That didnât go unnoticed by Mingi; damn him, why was he so observant? He chuckled softly, taking his cock in his hands and stroking it at a slow, teasing pace.
âYou want it?â
For a second, you thought he was talking to you, but you figured he was probably just speaking sexy for the video. He tends to do that a lot (I mean, how would you know that?haha...).Â
Mingi sat back down on the bed, slowly stroking his dick and moaning quietly. He reached behind him to grab some lube, lathering it on his length.Â
Your mouth watered at the sight. God, he looked so good. You wish you could just drop the phone and take his large dick in your mouth. Then he wouldnât need the lube.
Your try to shake away the thought, keeping a neutral face as you held the phone in front of you. You watch as Mingi bites his lip, taking the flesh light and aligning his length with it. He slowly pushed the toy down, letting out a low moan.Â
You had to bite your lip to hold back the noises that threatened to escape. Holy fuck, youâre watching Mingi fuck himself right in front of you. Not to mention, itâs turning you on deeply.Â
Mingi leans his head back, letting out gasps when he moves the toy up and down. Your stomach churned, you watched the screen intently as his hand moved faster, and you noticed the way his hips buck up slightly.
âFuck, thatâs so good.â
You felt his intense gaze, and when you looked over at him, your eyes locked again. You press your lips together, trying so hard to stay quiet. His brows furrowed as he stared at you, fucking up into the flesh light desperately.
You sat there frozen, as if you were hypnotized by Mingiâs pretty noises and desperate eyes. His gasps grew more harsh, and he quickly pulled the toy off him. He panted while his hard dick twitched uncontrollably.
"Fuck, I almost came already,â he groaned breathlessly.Â
You take in a deep breath; the aching of your pussy became more unbearable the more you watched. You tried everything to ease the feelingâcrossing your legs, shifting in your seat. You couldnât help it when your hand reached down to press your fingers against your clit through your leggings.Â
Mingi watched your movements, moaning softly and taking his length back in the toy. His eyes glued to your hips as he fucked himself. The squelching from the toy shot straight to your core; you can feel your slick sticking to your underwear.Â
âFuck babyâŠâ
He groans, throwing his head back and moaning. You watched his Adamâs apple bob up and down and his chest heaving. The bed was squeaking from the way Mingiâs hips bounced up and down in the toy. He could feel your eyes on him, and it turned him on more than he thought it would.
âIâm gonnaâŠ.â
He moaned breathlessly, looking back at you with the prettiest fucked-out face youâve ever seen.
âIâm gonna come for you.âÂ
Your heart clenched (and so did your pussy). At this moment, you knew he wasnât speaking for the video; he was speaking to you. Your hand reached up to cover your mouth as you watched Ming unravel.
His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he ripped the toy off him, taking his cock in his other hands to jerk it off quickly. He whimpered, cursing out loud when his cum shot up, landing on his fist and stomach. You moaned quietly when you watched some of his release land on the beads of the matching bracelet you both wore.Â
He sat there for a moment, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. He chuckled softly, setting the flesh light down and waving at the camera.
âThank you for buying.âÂ
You ended the recording, slowing, moving your hands down to stare at Mingiâs tired body. He plopped down on the bed, panting while looking up at the ceiling. You clear your throat, standing up on your trembling legs, setting his phone down on the table.Â
âWellâŠ.that wasâŠinteresting.â
You stand there awkwardly, hands resting in front of you, trying not to look at Mingi, who was sprawled out naked on the bed. He props himself on his elbows after cleaning himself up, laughing while he looked at you.
"Yes, very interesting; that was good.â
You smiled softly, your throbbing pussy didnât subside, and looking at a fucked-out smiling Mingi didnât help. You noticed the way Mingiâs eyes ran up and down your body.Â
âDo you think it was good?â He asked.
You bit your lip, walking closer.
"Yeah, it was good; you looked really hot.â
Mingi smirked at you, biting his lip. He sits up, reaching forward to grab your hips. You gasped when you felt him pull you closer.Â
âI can tell you enjoyed it; I noticed the way you wanted to touch yourself. And the look on your face... you looked so cute.â
You blushed at his words; you already felt embarrassment creep up from the way you acted. You groaned, looking away and holding onto Mingiâs shoulders.
âUgh, stop teasing me. Itâs not my fault; you looked soâŠ.sexy.â
Mingi smirked up at you; the look in his eyes caused your body to shudder in desire. He gripped your hips harder, hands running down to grip your thighs.
âOh yeah? I was sexy?â
"Mingi, donât do that.â
Mingi cocked his head to the side, looking up at you with wide eyes.
âDonât do what?â
âDonât talk to me like you want to fuck me. I wonât be able to control myself.âÂ
âThen donât; let me make you feel good.â
You reach up, cupping his face while you look down at him. You knew deep down you shouldnât do this with Mingi, but damn it, you both already crossed so many lines. Besides, you were desperately horny, and fuck Mingi looked so hot right now.Â
You pushed Mingi down on the bed, crawling on top of him while you smashed your lips together. You felt him smirk in the kiss, and his hands reached to grip your waist. The kiss was hungry and needy, tongues darting out to entangle in each other's mouth.Â
You couldnât think about how you were acting in this moment because you didnât care. You sat up, ripping your shirt off your body, Mingiâs hands instinctively running up to grasp your breasts through your bra. He smiled up at you, and you reached down to stroke his face.
âYou looked so unbelievably sexy, Mingi. I canât take it anymore. I need you to fuck me.â
Mingi chuckles, pulling you down to kiss you again; his hand makes its way in your leggings. His finger grazing your wet panties, he groans in the kiss, pulling away to look down at your hips. You feel his fingers push the fabric of your soiled panties to the side, dipping his finger in your folds. He gasps softly, looking up at you with furrowed brows, his jaw going slack.Â
âFuck baby, youâre already so wet. Did I do this to you?âÂ
You nod your head eagerly, rocking your hips to grind against Mingiâs fingers. He moans quietly at your reaction, feeling a sense of pride for having that kind of effect on you.Â
He circles your clit, pressing down while watching your every expression.
Thereâs that look againâthe same look Mingi gave you while you recorded him. You subconsciously rock your hips faster, getting lost in Mingiâs brown eyes. You whine, wanting to feel more; the slow circling of Mingiâs fingers on your clit wasnât enough.Â
âBaby, please take my pants off. I need to feel more of you.â
Mingi has never seen this side of you, desperate and pleading. He can already feel himself getting hard again, dick twitching when you begged for him.
âOh god, donât you worry, baby, Iâll make you feel good.â
He pulled off your leggings and panties; you kicked them off, pushing them to the side. Mingi took in your naked body, staring hungrily at you. His grip on your hips was tight, and the warmth of your pussy hovering over his hard length caused him to shudder in delight.
âBaby, before I fuck you, I need to taste you; fuck please,â he begged.
You whimper at his words, nodding eagerly and moving your body up till you straddled his face. Mingi held on tightly to your thighs, pulling you down. He did not hesitate to stick his tongue out, eagerly licking up your wetness.Â
You gasp at the feeling, not fully preparing yourself for the sensation. You entangle your fingers in his short blonde hair, throwing your head back and moaning his name. He groaned the second he had the taste of your pussy on his tongue. Licking slow strips up and down your cunt, he dug his nails in your skin, needing to feel you as close as possible.Â
You moaned when you felt his tongue dip in your hole, slurping up all your juices. His long nose bumped against your clit; you couldnât help but ride his face grinding against him.Â
This is something youâve always fantasized about, sitting on Mingiâs nose while he sucked at your wet pussy. You felt like you were in a state of euphoria, moaning and whining loudly; occasionally Mingi would grunt against your pussy as well. God, you loved the soundâthe sounds of his moans and the lewd slurping filling up the room.Â
You looked down at him, whimpering when you saw he was already looking up at you. You felt him smile against your core; he shook his head side to side to cause more friction on your clit with the tip of his nose. He licked up, taking your bundle of nerves in his mouth and sucking, massaging the bud with his tongue.Â
Your legs trembled around his head, and you pulled his hair, causing him to moan louder. His hands roamed up your body. Holding your waist to grind your hips again this face. He wanted to feel you, wanted you to smear your pussy all over him, make a mess.Â
âMingiâŠyou areâŠso good,â you gasped.Â
Mingiâs desperation turned you on greatly. He was so eager to please you; it was evident that he was just as needy for you as you were for him. Years and years of tension all let out in this moment right here.Â
Embarrassing to admit, you were already feeling your orgasm creep up. You were so lost in the pleasure you didnât even notice when Mingiâs hand snaked down your hips; the feeling of his finger prodding at your hole made your body tremble.
You fell forward, catching yourself with your hands resting on the mattress above Mingiâs head. His index finger pushed inside you slowly; you tried so hard not to let your arms give out beneath you. Mingi pulled off for a second to chuckle, sliding his finger in and out of you with ease. You whined pathetically and clenched hard around Mingiâs finger. Mingi, push your body up so you could sit up right.
âYou wanna lay down, baby?â
His finger continued to move inside you at an agonizing pace, running his hand up and down your stomach soothingly. You couldnât even form words; all you could do was pout and nod. He smiles at you, cooing at your expression before speaking.
"Aw, look at you; youâre so pretty. Come on, lay down on the bed for me.â
You whined when you felt his finger leave your cunt, making you feel empty. He helped you shift on the bed, laying you back against the soft mattress and crawling over to you. You looked down at Mingi, subconsciously spreading your legs wide as if you were inviting him in.Â
He chuckled at the sight, his head immediately dipping down back to pussy. He softly licked your clit, Â looking up at you and pushing his fingers back into your hole.
âThatâs it, pretty girl; you take my fingers so well.â
You whimper, shyly looking away, feeling more vulnerable under Mingi.
"No, baby, donât look away. Look at me.â
You felt a wave of need wash over you at his command, snapping your head back down to lock eyes with Mingi.
âKeep looking at me, okay? I want to see your face when I fingerfuck you.â
He entered another finger in you, pushing them in and out of you. The lewd sounds of your wet pussy  squelching were music to Mingiâs ears. He moaned softly, dipping his head down to suck on your clit while he fingered your hole.Â
Although Mingiâs mouth and hands felt absolutely amazing, you couldnât help but feel more needy. You needed more; you needed to feel Mingi inside you. You could scream if you didnât get to feel Mingiâs dick in you right now.
âMingi baby, please, I need more. I need... to feel you inside.â
He smirked, replying back in a teasing tone.
âAw, but Iâm already inside.â
âNooo, you know what I mean.â
You squirm under his touch, whining desperately to stop his teasing.
âCome on, use your words.â
You felt a blush creep up on your face, closing your eyes for a moment and taking in a breath.Â
âPleaseâŠ.fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside.â
Mingiâs body ignited at the sight of you begging for him; you looked so desperate; how could he say no to a face like that?Â
âGood girl.â
He pulled his fingers out, crawling up your body and smashing his lips on yours. You instinctively reached up, entangling your fingers in his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly closer.
âYouâre so fucking cute when you beg for me,â he grunted.
You could only reply with a whimper, cupping his face to keep his lips on yours. Youâve never felt this desperate before, but there was something about Mingi; you just needed him so badly. You felt his length prod at your entrance. Mingi kissed your cheek softly, then pushed in.
The moan you let out was embarrassingly loud, but you didnât have enough care in the world to dwell on that. Mingiâs jaw went slack; the feeling of your warm pussy enveloping him was almost enough to make him cum.Â
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to hide your face in the crook of his neck. You felt Mingi press soft kisses on your skin, letting you adjust to the feeling of his big dick. Once he felt your body relax, he thrust his hips, his dick rubbing against your slick walls.
Your moans muffled in his neck, and your legs trembled against Mingiâs waist. Mingi let out quiet moans in your ear, sucking and biting marks on your neck.
âIs this what you wanted, baby? You wanted to feel my dick pound in you.â
"Yes, baby,â you whine.Â
You moan at his words; the feeling of his hard cock thrusting in and out of you made your head reel. You both held each other closely, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin; it all felt so intimate.Â
âYouâre pussy is so good; youâre so warm.â
âMingi, I love your dick; please donât stop fucking me.â
You felt his dick twitch inside you at your praise. He pulled away, adjusting himself so he could kneel in front of you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, and he plowed in you even harder and faster.Â
Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your jaw going slack as silent moans escaped your lips. He moaned at your expression, biting his lip and grunting loud.Â
âLook at you, baby; you look like youâre enjoying yourself,â he chuckled breathlessly.Â
You reached forward, gripping Mingiâs flexing thigh; you needed to grasp onto something to ground yourself. Your moans grew high-pitched as you clenched around his length. You felt your release approaching quickly; words struggled to form from the way Mingi was fucking you so good.
Mingi threw his head back, moaning; the clenching of your pussy made his stomach churn.Â
âSo tight,â he whimpered.Â
âIâm goingâŠto cum,â you managed to let out.Â
Mingi let a wad of spit drip down onto your clit, taking his thumb and gently rubbing the nub in circles while he fucked you. You watched in awe, feeling a pang of desire at the sight. You arched your back, and the way your tits bounced in your bra was too enticing.Â
Mingi reached up to push the padding of your bra to the side, letting your breast spill out. Your nipple was now exposed to him, and he leaned down to take it in his mouth. You gasp, holding his head in place as you grind down on his dick.Â
âCum for me, baby, please; cum on my dick, Iâm so close.â
That was all you needed to reach your peak. Your moans got stuck in your throat, head throwing back against the pillow as your orgasm coursed through you. Mingi panted heavily, letting out beautiful sounds as he tried so hard not to cum in you.
Mingiâs hips stuttered, pulling out quickly to stroke his dick. It didnât take long for him to cum for the second time that night. It landed all over your stomach. You lay there, breath heaving, feeling Mingiâs warm seed land on your skin. He caressed your thigh soothingly, moaning softly as he came down from his high.
He plopped down on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he panted against your neck. You both laid there for a moment, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. The silence was broken when Mingi let out a small laugh, pulling his head up to look at your face.Â
âDidnât expect our hangout to lead to this... Iâm not complaining though.âÂ
He smiled, cupping your face to stroke your cheek. You covered your face in your arms, reality hitting you like a bus. You laughed, your face erupting in a red tint.Â
âHoly fuck Mingi, that wasâŠâ
Mingi slowly pulled your arms down, wanting to see your expression. He smiled wide when he saw the blush on your cheeks; he couldnât help but plant a kiss on your burning flesh.
âAmazing?â He asked, almost hopefully.Â
You turned your body to face him, cupping his face; your voice came out softer than intended when you spoke.Â
âYes, it was amazing.âÂ
Mingi pulled you in to kiss you softly on the lips. You didnât know what this meant for your friendship, but you didnât want to ruin the moment with that thought. All you wanted right now was to enjoy his affection, basting in each otherâs warmth.Â
âYouâre sending me that video, by the way.âÂ
He laughs at your request, nodding in agreement and pulling you in so you could lay on his body.Â
âDonât worry, youâll be getting a first preview of all the videos I post from now on.âÂ
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a/n: Wow this fic took longer than it needed to. I hope you guys enjoy my first official story. I got many great requests for future stories, so keep an eye out for that ;). If you guys possibly want a small part 2 for this one let me know!
update: part 2 posted here ;)
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toji fushiguro never understood the importance of skincare, he thought the ritual of products you would lather on your face daily and nightly was stupid. he always had to wait in bed for you to finish putting on some ridiculous product like snail mucin or niacinamide. the fuck does niacinamide do?Â
âcâmon, yer takinâ too long,â he groans from the bed, nearly dozing off but keeping himself awake because he knows he can never get a proper nightâs sleep without you.Â
âeye cream, âtoj!â you call out, and toji only rolls his eyes, turning to the other side with his back facing you. he was so petty.Â
but maybe toji starts to understand it when he somehow comes across something saying that cum is good for your skin, just as good as any other skincare product. it did the job, probably even did it better. maybe he starts to understand it when heâs gripping your hair so tight youâre scared heâs ripping it out while slamming his cock into the back of your throat. heâs been so pent up, so frustrated and in need of relief, and of course you had offered it to him just before bed, just before you put all your skincare on.Â
perfect, this was perfect. toji grunts out a string of curses from the sight of drool dripping off your chin, sticky strings of saliva connecting to his cock, forming globs at his balls then leaking onto the floor. you both were always so messy with head, it was borderline disgusting, he liked using your mouth like a fleshlight. âyeah, yeah, take it all, know you can, girl. slutty throat can take anythinâ.âÂ
you hum around his dick, and heâs so close. thatâs when he pulls out, ignoring the fact that your mouth tries to chase his dick to take it back in, as well as ignoring the confused expression knitting your brows together when he starts pumping his dick, right over your face. then it clicks, heâs going to cum on your face. but your skincare!!Â
doesnât matter, hot strings of cum are already making contact onto your skin, sticking to the flesh there and marking itâs territory. toji grunts at the sight, his cum nearly coating your face just like any other product would. he takes his hand off his dick just to smear his load all over your face, âthere ya go, pretty, this is the only skincare you need, yeah?âÂ
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Meddling Mr. Munson
Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Wayne is your favorite regular at work. Plus- his nephew is really cute.
Warnings: fluff, so much fluff and good feels youâll get a toothache, allusions to pregnancy, alcohol mentioned, mentions of bullying
The first time you meet Wayne Munson, youâre eight hours into your six hour shift at the only diner in Hawkins that's open twenty-four hours. Youâre working the overnight shift, and you were supposed to be relieved at 4:00am, but the waitress who was supposed to relieve you called from a payphone to tell you her bus broke down and she canât get to work until the replacement arrives. So now, youâre brewing a fresh pot of coffee for the only patron youâve had before the breakfast rush- which hopefully youâll be missing.
You chit chat with Mr. Munson while he sits at the counter nursing his black coffee. He works overnight at the plant youâve learned, and he asks you questions about your college classes. He doesnât admit it, because heâs not the type, but he really enjoys the daily chats with you as stopping at the diner after work becomes one of his routines.
âYou should come meet me for breakfast on your way to school,â Wayne suggests one night when he and Eddie are watching TV. His suggestion is met with Eddie blowing a raspberry and a grumble about not wanting to wake up that early. Wayne tosses his hat at Eddie, harmlessly making Eddie jump. âI ainât asking,â Wayne reiterates and Eddie nods sheepishly, sinking into the couch.
Your eyes light up when you hear the bell on the front door. You already know itâs one of your favorite regulars before you even look up. ââMorning, Mr. Munson,â you say cheerfully, âTake a seat, I just put on a fresh pot.â You look up and youâre surprised to see he isnât alone. âOh, hi Eddie,â you say with a grin, surprised to see Wayne isnât alone. Eddieâs brain short circuits because he doesnât know how you even know him, and you are very pretty.
You step out from behind the counter with two mugs in hand as they slide into a booth. âYou donât remember me,â you tease, filling both the mugs with coffee. Eddie fumbles over his words apologetically and Wayne smirks to himself. âThatâs okay, we werenât really friends,â you explain and tell him your name, âYou sat in front of me last year in Ms.OâDonnellâs class. We didnât really talk much.â Heâs silently thanking you for omitting that you didnât talk because he was hardly there. However, heâs practically soaring that despite that you somehow remembered him and arenât recoiling in disgust.
âEddieâs got her again this year,â Wayne interjects and Eddie wants to roll under the booth. Heâs suddenly embarrassed that heâs repeating senior year again and he wished you didnât know that. Wayne means nothing by it, literally just making conversation, and the news Eddie is in her class doesnât seem to even phase you.
âSheâs brutal,â you exhale, âIf you want, I think I still have my notes somewhere. Theyâre all yours.â
âT-thatâd be great,â he manages to get out. You smile at him and his limbs feel like clay.
âYeah, of course,â you wave it off like itâs nothing. âIâll come back in a few and grab your orders, take your time.â
Wayne is using his menu to hide his grin from Eddie. He didnât know if Eddie and you would hit it off, he just had hopes. Heâs not one to meddle, especially in his nephewâs love life, but when you had told Wayne you didnât have a boyfriend, he immediately wanted to introduce you to Eddie. He knew Eddie would just reject the idea, so he didnât say anything.
âSheâs cute,â Wayne says after a minute when you disappear behind the door to the kitchen.
âGod, cut it out,â Eddie exclaims, dramatically covering his face with his hands. His face is bright red. This seriously can not be happening right now. âWayne, seriously, you are not seriously trying to set me up right now?â
âIâm just trying to treat my nephew to breakfast, I thought it would be nice. We havenât done this in a while,â he says evenly, but Eddie knows the truth. âI think Iâm gonna get the meat loverâs omelet,â he muses, acting oblivious to Eddieâs antics.
Eddieâs nervous bouncing of his leg is making the booth shake, and the coffee spills out over the rim of the mugs ever so slightly. Wayne slides over extra napkins, and chastises Eddie about leaving rings on the table.
âAre you all set?â You ask, getting your notepad out of the front pocket of your apron. Wayne nods and Eddie is staring blankly at the menu in front of him, paralyzed.
âThe pancakes are really good if youâre still trying to decide,â you offer, thinking Eddie is actually reading the menu.
âU-uh yeah, that sounds good,â he replies. You nod and scribble it down on your pad.
âYour usual Wayne?â You ask and he nods.
âYouâre the best,â he smiles, passing you the menus.
âItâll be right out,â you reply, âDo you want me to top these off?â Wayne offers you his empty cup and Eddie manages to shake his head no. You disappear behind the doors again to ring in the order, and Wayne nudges Eddie to snap out of it.
âYouâre being rude,â he says, âLook I get it, Iâll stay out of it. But you donât have to freeze her out. Sheâs being lovely.â
Of course youâre being lovely, Eddie screams internally. You are lovely! He canât bring himself to correct his uncle that heâs not ignoring you to spite him, but heâs actually tongue tied and completely fumbling. He canât give Wayne the satisfaction of being right and he also doesnât want to say anything out loud in utter fear youâd hear him.
âFood should be right out,â you say with a sweet smile. You walk over to the opposite side of the diner and wipe down a few of the empty booths. Eddie flexes his fingers over his thighs repeatedly to try to relax. Wayne watches Eddie, starting to notice heâs a lot more twitchy than he usually is. Eddieâs always animated but this is new. Maybe, Wayne muses, his little plan might actually be working.
Wayne really only ever wants Eddie to be happy. Heâs had a front row seat to the abuse Eddie has received from his peers his whole life. Under the tattoos and the hair and the ripped jeans, Wayne still sees the little boy he tucked into bed and the little boy who sat on the kitchen counter while he helped clean his scraped knees. He wished the pain he had to help Eddie navigate was still that simple. Wayne thought maybe youâd see Eddie the way he did.
Youâre nice, and genuinely so. Wayne thought if anyone could see Eddie, truly see him for the amazing kid he was, it would be you. Even if this whole stupid plan of his amounted to nothing more, youâre treating Eddie with such a normal level of human decency and you have no idea how much that means to the both of them. For Wayne, thatâs more than he could ever ask for. He knows as much as heâs resisting, Eddie will leave here and go to school feeling a little bit better. For a brief moment in an empty diner, he can see the world isnât always out to get him. Sometimes, the world is nice- with pretty girls to talk to and uncles who love you more than life itself.
When you bring out the food, Wayne watches the way your eyes linger on Eddie. Youâre also being a little shy. He smiles to himself, keeping his head low while he starts to dig into his food. You ask Eddie about his band, and Wayne watches his nephewâs eyes light up, his usual confidence returning to the forefront as he tells you all about Corroded Coffin. You listen, and Wayne realizes youâre not just placating Eddie, you actually care.
âIâll have to come to another show sometime,â you say, âI say you guys at The Hideout like a couple months ago actually.â
âReally?â Eddieâs eyes widen in disbelief. You giggle, and nod.
âYup, you guys were awesome,â you assure him. âIf you guys ever sell a tape, let me know. I want one.â
As they finish up their breakfast, you drop off the check, and Eddie thinks he might die when he sees youâve scribbled your number on the receipt for him. The check has been comped and the note read:
âWayne, Happy to treat my favorite customer! Eddie, in case youâd want to go out sometime? No pressure.â With your number underneath.
The most recent time you saw Wayne Munson, he pulled you into a hug and thanked you for inviting him over. Itâs the first time you and Eddie are hosting a holiday in your new apartment.
He smiles as he looks around. You and Eddie have really done an amazing job making a cozy little life together. He smells the turkey finishing up in the oven and he canât believe he can finally witness his nephew this happy. The two of you insist he sit in the living room while you both finish cooking for him. Heâs enjoying watching the two of you work in the kitchen together, moving synchronously like youâve done this dance a million times before- and you have.
He settles in and Eddie brings him a beer. Wayne looks around at Eddieâs and your new home and he canât help but beam with pride. This is all he couldâve asked for Eddie- all heâs ever wanted to see him have. Eddieâs still as dopey grinned and smitten as he was the first day back at the diner. Wayne knows youâre the one- he knew before you or Eddie knew.
Eddieâs his son, even if heâll never be called Dad. He doesnât want that anyways. But, he knows your the best daughter-in-law he could have ever asked for. A best friend and a confidant from the first day he met you. Heâs so glad to have you both together in his life. Little did he know, that tonight after dinner when heâs long past just full- but not too full for pie- Eddie would hold your hand and youâd both sit across from him, giving him the best news he could possibly hear in this lifetime.
His small trio, will shortly be adding a fourth band member.
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⥠TW: enemies to lovers, past bullying, reformed bully x victim
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âNo way.â You shake your headâface warped in something akin to disgust. Judging him for even asking, glaring in disbelief at him and what dangles from the clothing hanger in his hand. He couldn't be serious.
âCome on, please, for me?â he pleads, downright pleads. But thereâs no way.
âNo.â You say more firmly, planting both hands on your tilted hips. âI donât get what youâre thinking, but itâs not exactly a time in our lives I want to relive.â
He pouts and sags a little where he stands, clasping his hands together in prayer, making the ill-taste outfit swing. âOh, come on, it wonât be the same as then,â he promises with zero believability backing him. He even dares smile as he spouts the bullshit in his next words, âItâll be like therapy. Letâs reframe your trauma together.â
You scoff. Heâs unbelievable. âYouâre stupid.â
He feigns feeling insulted. âIâm serious!â
âYou always said I looked like trash in thatâno way Iâm not putting it on,â you dismiss.
But then he gets down on his knees. Hands still together as if in worship. Looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. âI was lying through my teeth back thenâyou know that! Iâll be honest this time around. Tell you exactly how often I had to change my pants because of youââ
âEw, stop.â You canât believe the spectacle heâs creatingâsuch a drama queenâand all for getting you to put on a make-shift copy of your old high-school uniform.
âCome one, pretty, pretty, pretty please?â He shuffles forward on his knees until heâs right by your feetâbottom lip jutting out in his pout. âThe prettiest please?â
You look down at himâyou mouth a prim pursed line, gritting your teeth to try and steal yourself. Grimacing at the outfit sprawled on his lap. Thereâs no way. Absolutely no way.
âPretty please?â he continues, making you roll your eyes with a sigh.
âFine,â you bite out but quickly add, âBut you have to wear one, too.â
You think youâre being smart. But he only grinsâa wicked little twinkle in his eye.
âWay ahead of you.â
From behind the outfit meant for you, he pulls forth a black gakuran to match.
Okay, so you hadnât really thought he would have bought one for himselfâyou realize now the mistake in your speculation. Of course, heâd bought one for himself. But hold on⊠You raise your brow, folding your arms atop your chest. âAnd whereâs the pants?â
âThey didnât have my size, but my sweats are already a good lookalike,â he explains away. âThis doesnât really fit either, but it wonât stay on for long, soâ doesnât matter.â
He gets up and hastily pulls his shirt off of his head, then, with just as much enthusiasm, pulls the black school jacket on. And heâs rightâhis black sweatpants could pass for the old Tobi trousers he used to wear. All in all, itâs a sight for sore eyes. Looking at him feels just short of seeing his old high-school self.
âCome on. You said.â He holds out the rendition of your old uniform. âGet dressed.â
You regret conceding. But itâs too late to go back on your word now. Rolling your eyes, you receive the hanger with a sigh, âOh, fine. Just this once, you freak.â
You get dressed without making much of a show. Leaving your current comfy outfit in an unceremonious pile, you pull the tacky articles on hastily. Black pleated skirt and sailor blouse with a little red bow sashâthereâs even a pair of knee-high socks to go with it. As a grown-up, itâs utterly humiliating having to wear it now.
But he doesnât seem to share your discomfort. Only groaning, âDamn. There she isâmy prettiest little junior~â
You ball your skirt in your fists. Glancing up at him only to look down again, fixing your gaze to the floor. Heat in your face. Mumbling, âThis is weirdâyou look dumb.â
âOh yeah?â his voice curls with newfound enjoyment. âWell, you donât look a day older.â
He comes closer, and oh godâyou donât know why youâre so nervous. But fuckâyou feel like your back in timeâback in time when you were a sorry loser getting picked on, and he was⊠he was aâ
âPerv,â you manage to say. Though, thatâs not really the word youâd been thinking.
He chuckles, so close now that he also starts to play with the hem of your skirt. âThatâs for damn sure.â Agreeing, he hums, âOnly for you though. Soâs fine.â
He bends down and finds your neck with his tongue and teethâhis hand traveling up under your skirt without further ado.
âHey,â you protest, wringing his ill-fitting jacket in both fists, hauling him off. And even though it makes him look back at you like a kicked puppy, you donât let it get to you as you scold him, âThought we were reframing my trauma. At this rate, youâre just itching to make me relive it.â
He tries giving you one of his innocent smiles. âOh?â His arms curl around your waist, pulling you closeâchest to chestâsimpering while leering down at you, voice in a purr, âIt wonât be any fun if I canât bully you a little bit like I used to.â
He tries leaning down to catch your lips, but you push him away. Breaking free, then scoffing, âTch, if thatâs how youâre gonna play this, then have fun beating off on your own.â
âButââ He starts, but youâre already on your way to leave the room. Hooking two fingers into the band of your skirt, he stops you and spins you back, now all mopey and sorry, âIâm sorry, donât go, princessâhow about we one-eighty it, and I tell you all the reasons I love you? Will that make you humor me?â
Heâs back to pleading.
And you canât help the small smile it gives you. Muttering, âMaybe.â
He smiles giddily, too, âI love how pouty you can be sometimes.â
Your brows furrow, âHey!â Thatâs not a compliment.
But he only laughs and continues, âAnd I love your snippy little tsundere attitude.â
âThose are both insults, you titââ you argue, but he doesnât care, hugging you close, lifting you off your feet before falling with you down on the bed. Hanging over you, he admires every inch of your perfect body tucked into that cute little uniform he used to make fun of because he was scared of how silly you made him feel.
âI love how you tell me off.â
Deciding to face his fears was the best decision heâd ever made.
âI love how you look at me.â
Itâs crazy to think youâre here with him still, after all these years.
âI love how you put up with me, how you make all my wishes come trueâhow, even though I donât deserve you, you stay with me anywayâhow youâre mine even though Iâm a scumbag.â
Youâre eyes soften under his speech. For all his tactlessness, he can also be really quite sweet. You raise both hands, reaching out to cup his faceâbeholding the softness in his eyesâthat way he looks at you. It makes your chest stir.
âYouâre not that bad,â you confess, pulling him down to tease his lips with yours.
Kissing you once, he accredits you, âThatâs âcause you make me a better man.â
You smile and kiss him again, then resume your teasing, âDon't get ahead of yourself. Youâre still a boy.â
He lifts and raises a brow down at you in retaliation, âIs that so?â And oh no, you recognize that look.
âWell, this boy is feeling hormonal and horny and just raring to goââ he overplays. Gasping, âAnd what do you know? How lucky!â He lowers himself again, then starts peppering kisses all over your face in between words, âIâve got this perfect little high-school sweetheart lying here all up for the takingââ
⥠BNHA â Hawks, Dabi, Bakugou, ⥠JJK â Gojo, really silly in-love Sukuna ⥠HQ â Kuro, Atsumu ⥠AOT â Eren ⥠DS â Sanemi ⥠WB â Suo, Togame
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featuring. sukuna ryomen x reader
warnings. sukuna wanted a son, but got a daughter instead (he's smitten for her shh), sukuna is modern af bye he knows how to use a phone ok, reader is called "wife", ooc sukuna bye
note. ok listen, i've been having a girl dad sukuna brainrot lately. and i even gave out a req to @rrairey (u go check out her works rn) â but i just had to write something about girl dad sukuna jsjdksjks it's on my mind 25/8 and i can't stop unless i actually write abt him (i'm lying, he's still going to be in my mind bye).
girl dad! sukuna who initially wanted a son but when he finds out he's going to be having a daughter instead, he didn't know how to feel. he thought that if he had a son, he could at least play "rough" with him. it's sukuna, he doesn't know what soft is.
girl dad! sukuna who has to secretly watch tutorial videos on the most random thing like "how to play nicely with your daughter" or "how to be nice to your daughter". but also searches up for things like "easy hairstyles to give your daughter for beginners", when your daughter isn't even born yet.
girl dad! sukuna who hates to admit it but he's pretty worried about having a daughter. finally shoves his ego down his throat and comes up to you to talk about it, and you encouraged that he's going to be a good father â but still, he's worried.
"ryo, you're worried about what exactly?" you asked the male, brushing his hair.
"not being a good father." he replies, leaning into your touch with a big frown on his face, grumbling under his breath slightly about how embarrassed he is to be so fragile in front of his own wife.
"baby, you're going to be the best father."
although your words were supposed to be encouraging, and he did feel a bit of burden lift off of his shoulders â the male still couldn't help but to worry about his unborn daughter.
girl dad! sukuna who complains about your pregnancy cravings and how his daughter is a weird baby. despite that, he will go out of his way to get you what you wanted, not caring if it was two in the morning, or five in the morning. he will get it for you and your growing daughter inside your belly.
girl dad! sukuna who grows anxious when your due date was inching closer. he took a break off from work and devoted his time to look after you, especially since you were walking for two right now. even if you did tell your husband that you were fine â he still thinks it's his job to look after you and your daughter.
"damn it brat, stop moving so much. you'll hurt yourself," he gently tugs on your arm, directing you to the couch, "what'dya want?"
"sausages and blueberry jam . . ." you tell him nonchalantly, missing the look of disgust on his face.
". . . just stay there." he walks a few steps before turning back, "don't move."
girl dad! sukuna who watches labor videos only to focus on the husbands and what they were doing in it so he could try to take notes and searches for what he should get ready for labor, or if he could do anything as a husband for his wife during labor. the results didn't ease his worries â they added up his worries. like adding fuel to the fire, the internet tells him that giving birth was the second most painful thing after getting burned alive.
girl dad! sukuna who already thought of names for your daughter and even buys things for her. telling you that he'd be out to grab a few things and then coming back with a crib set, toys, or even a baby walker. he even got a baby strap for both you and him to use, picking out the most random motives like skulls and fires.
"ryo, why did you pick that motive?" you asked, eyeing the baby strap that had white skulls all over.
"our daughter will like that. i know it." he retorts.
girl dad! sukuna who looked as calm as a cucumber but internally panics the most when your water broke. he grabs the bag that he had packed, following a youtube tutorial and helped you get into the car so that the both of you can finally drive off to the hospital. he holds your hand tightly along the way, showing his worry as he "tries" to follow driving laws (which he ended up driving past the speed limit and had to get a ticket in the hospital).
girl dad! sukuna who had to pay a ticket as you were tended in a hospital room (you didn't know about this and he didn't tell you about it so you won't worry). the doctor telling both you and him that the labor procedure will have to wait up to a few hours as they proceeded with "watchful waiting" after they checked on the baby's condition and yours so they could see if it was safe for you to give birth normally.
girl dad! sukuna who waited those long hours with you as you laid on the bed, telling him how nervous you are. and all the bad possibilities that could happen (he searched that up too), he tells you to stop saying those kind of things. sukuna wasn't angry â he just didn't want you to stress so much, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb to soothe you. he didn't let go until the doctor came back to finally do something.
girl dad! sukuna who was inside the delivery room with you, even after telling you that he won't come inside a few months ago. holds onto your hand (which you were holding onto tightly as the procedure goes on for hours), he winces â but he didn't care about his hand right now, he only cares about you and his daughter. brushing your hair lightly, mumbling out hushed praises to you (unknowingly, it just comes out), wipes away your sweat with his bare fingers and pressing kisses onto your face every single time he feels your hand clenching around his.
"jus' a bit more, pretty." he whispers, kissing your knuckles multiple times before moving on to kiss your forehead, "a bit more."
girl dad! sukuna who almost bursts into tears when he heard the loud cry of your daughter, but blinked his tears back. peering slightly at your worn out face. he tells you how he's proud of you (spoiler: he hates it if you reminded him about it in the future).
"y'hear that? you did so good, pretty. 'm proud of you," he clung onto your hand, grazing his thumb over your forehead as a smile adorned his face, "she's here, baby."
girl dad! sukuna who couldn't hold his tears back when the nurse suggested skin-to-skin contact with the father. he wasted no time tugging his shirt off to hold his little bundle of joy, nestling her in his arms â unknowingly letting a few stray tears of joy out as he coos down to his newborn daughter.
"oh, you're so pretty, little one." he cradled her gently against his bulky arms, sniffling softly. he was so gentle â different from how he used to be, his eyes soft and watery as he affectionately stares down at his now sleeping daughter.
girl dad! sukuna who slept on a chair by your bed when the doctor told you that you'll be allowed to go home once your body is fit again, he didn't care that he didn't have a bed to lie on. he was just there, prepped in a chair as his fingertips touched your wrist near the IV injection on the back of your hand. making sure he didn't touch the transparent hose. and his eyes darted back and forth from your resting form and his daughter who was now all warm and bundled up inside a bassinet. making sure that the both of you are resting well even if he was barely able to open his eyes fully.
girl dad! sukuna who carried all your bags and your daughter's car seat with ease while leading you down the hospital hallways and to the car. helping you buckle your seatbelt and making sure that his daughter is going to be safe and sound during the ride home, prepping up the car seat like he learned, giving his daughter a light kiss on her head before closing the door.
girl dad! sukuna who tells you to rely on him every time his daughter wakes up in the middle of the night â he won't let you get up, gently tugging you down onto the bed and tucking you underneath the covers before leaving to tend your daughter without any other words. as if his daughter is the most fragile thing in the world, he carries her into his arms and hushed her softly, nuzzling his nose onto her head, trying to get her back to sleep.
"shh, baby, mama's tired right now . . . go back to bed." he whispers, kissing her small forehead.
girl dad! sukuna who offered to shower your baby for the first time after two weeks upon arriving back home (under your watch of course), as you filled the bathinette with warm water â sukuna was cradling her in his arms, swaying his body side to side. and when you tell him the water's ready, sukuna prepped his big hand behind your daughter's small head so the water won't go to her face and began cleaning her. concentrating, he wets his finger and traced it over his daughter's face, making sure she's not frightened. and once he's done, he cupped his hand and scooped some water to wet her hair, rubbing her head lovingly.
girl dad! sukuna who's personality did a somersault ever since you were pregnant with his daughter. turning soft and more clingy, he has your daughter strapped to his chest. and will tell you that he's got it every time his daughter cries or ruined her diapers, he's learnt it all thanks to other great dads on youtube.
girl dad! sukuna who was even more ecstatic than you are when his daughter said her first word, which was of course "mama", he didn't care that she didn't say "dada", he focuses on the fact that his daughter had grown so much to be able to say her first word. tells your bundle of joy how proud he is of her even if she probably doesn't understand her father.
"maa..ma."
sukuna who had his eyes on the television immediately darted to his daughter who was in your hold, his lips were slightly parted as he tries to process what just happened, "did . . . did she . . ?"
when you confirmed his question, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your head before kissing your daughter's head, muttering out a, "papa's proud of you, baby."
girl dad! sukuna who treats both you and your daughter like the most precious beings in the world. he. spoils. you. both. to no end, coming home from work with a present for the both of you. mostly food for you, and a toy for your daughter. you just know [daughter] is going to grow up spoiled by her father.
girl dad! sukuna who spoils your daughter rotten. and ever since her first steps â he's been going out with her to no end, of course going out as a family of three. holding your daughter's chubby little hands as he guided her down the street, earning coos from strangers all around him.
"good girl, that's right . . . left and right." he said softly, watching [daughter] walk slowly, still a little wobbly.
girl dad! sukuna who gets a little emotional when your daughter has her first birthday â because, it's been that fast? he tries not to cry, i swear. but silently slips inside the bathroom and lets a few one out before coming out like he didn't just cry over his daughter growing up too fast. he swore it was just yesterday that he was in the hospital.
girl dad! sukuna who will with no shame, participate in tea parties with his daughter once she's known enough about it. you'd call them both down for dinner and when they didn't, you decided to be the one to approach them inside [daughter]'s room. and there he was, sitting on the floor, to his left and right were [daughter]'s stuffed animals and your daughter was sitting across from sukuna with a silver tiara on.
"this looks fun," you chuckled, eyeing them.
"mama! tea party?" [daughter] beams out at you, you walked over to them and carried your daughter into your arms, "mama, no tea party?"
"after dinner, baby. okay?"
sukuna has no shame in it. at first, he did try to decline his daughter, telling her that she should ask you instead, but your daughter looked so crestfallen that he just has to accept â which turned out to be a daily thing now. a tea party.
girl dad! sukuna who will be his daughter's experiment subject to trying out make ups. he's a little skeptical (lies, he's very skeptical), but it's not like this is the first time he's had make up put on his face. he's had his fair share of you trying to put make up on him, but this was a toddler doing it and not a full grown adult. but he couldn't say no, so he just submits to his daughter and lets her modify his face and clips on cute hairclips to his hair.
"mama mama! look at papa," your daughter cheers, pointing at sukuna. and you laugh, carrying your daughter before approaching the male who was sitting down on the floor in the living room.
"you look pretty, ryo."
"i feel pretty, my little girl did it to me." he rolls his eyes before grabbing a mirror to look at his face.
eh, not bad.
girl dad! sukuna who drops his daughter off for the first day of pre-school, telling her that she should punch anyone who messes with her (thankfully nobody yet). and gets a bit emotional again as she walks inside the building, his eyes going glassy watching her skip inside her new chapter.
girl dad! sukuna who's overprotective when it comes to his little girl. a trip to the park was a daily routine for his family â and believe me when he has eyes everywhere for his little girl, if anyone was bothering her, he would have no fear on finding out who their parent was. taking matters into his own hands, leaving the children out of it. as much as he wanted to confront the kid for bothering his little princess, he knew the parents had the most fault.
"your boy has issues. the next time he lays his hand on my girl, i will come for you." he said to the boy's father before walking back to you.
the boy and his father never came back to the park after that day.
girl dad! sukuna who watches his daughter grow from a small girl to an eight year old in a matter of what felt like a week. he swore yesterday she was just babbling out her first word, and the next thing he knows, she's got a "boyfriend" at school? oh, boy.
"you don't have a boyfriend." he mutters out, eyeing his daughter.
"yes i do have a boyfriend," your daughter replies back with her soft voice.
"no."
the banter continued until your daughter ended up in tears, and sukuna had to force himself to say that she indeed had a boyfriend in school. he's upset that she's growing up too quickly, but at the same time â he's proud of his little girl.
girl dad! sukuna who finds out you were pregnant with a second child, who turned out to be another girl. and he was still as loving and caring like he was with his first daughter, this time, he had a helping hand to take care of you.
"mama has a baby in her belly, so you can't be too rough on her, okay?" he baby talks his eight year old daughter like she's still a small baby â he softly caresses your clothed stomach as he speaks to her.
girl dad! sukuna who had to see his first daughter cry over her new "soon to be" born baby sibling. thinking both you and him were not going to love her anymore â and his heart breaks, because why would he not love his princess anymore?
"hey, hey, why're you cryin'?" sukuna tucks [daughter]'s hair behind her ear as she lets out a few fat tears out of her eyes.
"mama and papa will still love me, right?" she asks, her voice breaking slightly.
sukuna pulls the young girl into his embrace, holding her with one of his arm as he wipes her tears with his other, "'f course mama and i will still love you, you're our princess."
girl dad! sukuna who proudly watches his big girl now approaching his newborn daughter and her sister, eyeing the baby with such an innocent glint in her eyes. oh, and big girl? doesn't matter, to sukuna, your first daughter will always be his little girl.
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sweet revenge
ă»ă»ă»l. howlett x fem!reader
rating. m
word count. 1.3k
synopsis. after catching your boyfriend cheating, you and his father, Logan, go on a road trip to confront him, though, you don't make it far
warnings. p-in-v, tummy bulging, cheating (but as payback), DILF Logan, car sex, van sex, sex with boyfriend's father, cunilingus, kinda rushed :((
If someone told you youâd be trapped in a car with your neglectful boyfriendâs father for an entire weekend as you drive to meet him in Mexico a week ago, you would have stared at them blankly then told them that didn't sound so out of the ordinary for a life like yours.
It wasn't your idea, it was Logan's, your boyfriend's father. He insisted that you two would have to drive across the US together to confront your disgusting, cheating, asshole boyfriend who flew to Mexico to spend time with his mistress. He was almost as disgusted as you were, apologizing to you with explanations of how âhe hadn't raised his boy like thisâ. How funny life is.
Logan, you always thought, was a good man. He had always been kind to you since youâve known him, sometimes to the point where you thought he was flirting with you. Not that you minded, he was quite handsome, even for being in his 50s. With his salt and pepper beard and slight wrinkles that made him look mature and wise. You never minded his slight touches on your arm or your lower back but you never pursued the idea beyond a lingering thought.
âIâm slightly surprised youâre not crying.â Logan said about an hour into your ride together. You had been entirely silent, letting the radio play while you gazed longingly out of the window, your feet up on the dashboard. You rolled your head to the side to look at him. âIâm more angry than sad.â Or were you? You searched within the cavity of your chest for emotion and found nothing. You were so apathetic to the whole thing. Maybe it simply hasn't hit you yet, that your boyfriend of 3 years has been cheating on you for 2 of them with some girl he decided to vacation with in Mexico.
Logan stroked his fingers through his beard. âHeâs a fucking idiot. His mother was a cheater too, I say he got it from her.â Your boyfriend was raised primarily by his mother after they had gotten divorced he had told you. He wasn't actually all that close with Logan. You had sussed out that it was because he didn't give special treatment between him and his sister, Laura. They were treated the same in every way by Logan while his mother always seemed to favor him.
âThank you, Mr. Howlett for offering to bring me down hereâŠreally. Itâs too kind of you.â You couldn't have possibly scrounge up enough money to haphazardly buy a plane ticket down to Cancun last minute. You would have had to wait for him to come back from his âbusiness tripâ to confront him. Logan thought it a better idea to do it as soon as possible.
He shrugged, a single hand on the wheel as his eyes flicked lightly from the road to you. âItâs nothing. He doesn't deserve a pretty girl like you.â Logan shook his head lightly. âBack in my day, I would have been all over a girl like you. Hell, Iâd be all over you now if Iâd met you at the right time.â
There's something deadly serious in his voice that suggests he was far from joking. All your delusional thoughts that maybe, just maybe, he was flirting with you turned out to not be delusions at all. Heâs been dropping hints and youâd been turning a blind eye to them so willingly.
Youâve never been with a man his age. Something about it seemed so taboo. He was old enough to be your father. Yet the distinct feel of forbiddenness, both because of his age and because he was your boyfriend's father, excited you.
âWho says you can't be all over me now?â Youâre being more bold than youâd have liked. You crossed your ankles on the dash. It would be the perfect revenge. When he goes low, you go lowerâyou go to Hell.
You let your hand wander to his thigh, your eyes lingering on him as he keeps glancing between you and the road. Logan chuckled lowly at you, your forward attempts at coming onto him were rather cute. âOh baby, you don't know what youâre tryna get yourself into.â Heâs trying to warn you but you like the edge to his tone.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and sit up in your seat to lean over and whisper into his ear. âLet me find out.â Maybe older men do it better, maybe they value things a little more. You were in the mood to find out.
You could see his jaw tighten as he slowed the car off the side of the road, gravel crunching under the tires. His fingers curled around the wheel, taut, knuckles white. âWhy don't you get in the back?â
If someone told you youâd be in the back of a van, on you way to confront your cheating, sleazebag boyfriend, fucking his dad. ThatâŠthat youâd bat an eye at.
It was a fast-paced endeavor. Logan had you in a mating press, pushed up against the back seats. Your pants and underwear at your knees, his pants just below his ass. Heâs pounding you out in the back of a van, with thrust so hard and deep that it makes your eyes go cross. You beg, âplease, please, puh-please!â like that will save you from the brutalization of your poor cunt.
Logan grunts above you, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he spreads them wide and keeps you still. âYou wanted this, princess. Donât back out now.â His strokes leave you winded, clawing at the cracked leather seat of his van, squealing like you have no damn sense in the world. âI canât,â you gasp.
âYes you can, doll. You can take it.â Fuckâ he was using his father voice. Stern, authoritative, the kind of voice you canât say no to. You could have come right then and there from his voice alone, cooing at your pretty pussy like a cat. He pressed his hips sharply into yours and watched your back arch away from the seats and your eyes prick with tears. âLogan!â
âYou act like youâve never been fucked before. Does my son not do a good job?â
You shook your head feverishly. âNeverâ â you swallowed, ââlike this.â Never made you cum for that matter. If you knew fucking your boyfriend's father would have been like this, you would have done this a whole lot sooner.
You could feel him in your stomach. You pressed your hand to your belly and felt the bulge of his cock under your skin. You whimpered at the feeling, tracing where his cock head poked through. You could feel him pressing against your tender womb.
You let Logan cum in you. It was easy to with a face like his. You let him sink himself deep inside, a guttural groan rattling out from his throat, satisfied as he emptied his balls inside you. You could help but giggle as he came in you. The thought of possibly having his baby didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. Logan was a good man, well, as good as one can be while fucking his sonâs girlfriend.
Logan didn't want to leave you unsatisfied though you were more than used to it. He grabbed your hips and pulled you up, back arching as he dipped down and kissed your cum-soaked pussy. His tongue found your clit with ease, licking tenderly at the bud between your legs, eyes peering over your pelvis, looking down at you.
Your legs trembled over his shoulder, toes pointing with each rough lick against your puffy pussy. ââs too much, too much.â His lips were latched to your lips, suckling.
Cumming on his tongue was an easy job. He made it so simple yet so powerful. You quivered under every lick, your body rolling with the waves of your orgasm. It was sweet, savory, like tender peaches on a warm, summer evening.
Who knew revenge could taste so sweet?
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pairing: azriel x reader
warnings: swearing, misogyny, best friends that wanna fuck, sexual tension, possible violence, jealous!az, slowly shifting into slight darker content đ hope no one notices
summary: Going undercover alters your appearance more than your friends ever anticipatedânow Azriel canât tear his eyes away.
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âStop touching and just relax.â
âI canât,â You squirm under Morâs touch. Two hours spent around the city spending obscene amounts of money on a dress and heels that you were only going to wear once. Nimble fingers part through your hair, undoing paper curls and oiled fingers run through the ends of silky strands. Everything is too tightâtoo exposed. âI am deeply uncomfortable.â Your arms cross behind your back, fingers awkwardly intertwining to create some sort of barrier between your ass and the possibility of peering eyes.
The High Lords cousin doesnât take it personally, quickly finishing final touches on your makeup and the person you see in the mirror is so far off from what you were used to that it makes your breath catch. âItâs perfect. Youâre going to be perfectâthey wonât be able to keep their eyes off of you.â
Your hand shakes at the thought, painted fingers curling around the glass of champagne and knocking the whole thing back in one go.
âYouâre going to ruin your lipstick.â
âIf I donât have at least two more of those, Iâm going to ruin this whole night.â It felt weird having your hair down like this and your fingers twitch to tuck it back into your usual bun but Mor keeps throwing looks over her shoulder while she refills both glasses. Just daring you to fuck up her work.
After the second glass your brain finally stops hyper-fixating on the fact that you can actually feel the bare skin of your thighs touching with each step, an annoying change from the leathers that usually prevented things like this. âItâs just a few dances. Bat your lashes and smile pretty and the intel will come to you, Iâm sure of it.â
âI donât think one dress will get me all of that.â
âItâs not about the dress.â Sheâs rubbing oil into your skin that makes it shine when the light touches, the sweet smell lingering long after youâve left the room and the whole walk downstairs is filled with gentle reminders on everything sheâd been teaching you all week. âItâs you in it. Seriously, where have you been hiding all of this ass?â You swat her hands away, grateful that the others had left far earlier. You could just hear Az and Cass now, eyes rolling at the very thought of their relentless teasingâthis would be the topic of many jokes for weeks to come.
Slight sway of your hips, soften the length of your spine, shoulders back and head high. Confident steps even though the heels were fucking killer; five inches of added height and youâd still feel small in a room crawling with fully grown men. The champagne glass is finished and refilled once more before youâre tugged away to the balcony and past the wards.
Usually, winnowing was calming but for some reason, this time it had the hairs on the back of your neck prickling at attention from all the eyes that slid in your direction. âThat was subtle.â
âWeâre late,â Mor mutters through her teeth, flashing a less than sweet smile to the males undressing her with their eyes. Typical for Hewn City but still fucking disgusting. âI figured a flashy entrance would distract from that. Now, be nice.â
Easier said than done with anxiety beginning to ebb forth, fingers flexing and nails running over the details of your dress. The words from earlier repeat in your mind and instantly your spine straightens, chin raising and the added swish to your hips is enough to attract the attention of any male within a five mile radius.
Itâs customary to greet the High Lord and Lady, your heels clicking and face aloof when swiftly curtsying into a respectful bow. âRise,â Feyre commands, voice strong and filled with unquestionable power but you could see that look in her eyeâfamilial fondness creeping at the edges of blue irises and youâre quick to appear anxious. Less comfortable when surrounded by people youâd known longer than you could put into words. âJoin the others, thereâs plenty of food and drink for everyone.â
Better judgement screams in your mind not to look just a little to the right; your peripheral catching onto the faint glow of cobalt blue but your eyes slide over without permission.
Azriel looks godly standing guard near his High Lord and Lady. Heâs handsomely dressed in one of his fancier pairs of fighting leathers, lethally strapped to the nines with daggers at his thighs, switchblades tucked in pockets or strapped to his ankles and swords that cross at his back, right between his wings.
Like an angel of death; just as tempting as he was deadly.
You look away before he can catch you admiring the tailored cut of sturdy, dark tactical gear stretching across his muscles. Too quickly for you to notice the way he double takes, eyes widening a fraction and stance stiffening ever so slightly when he recognizes the slope of your nose and shape of your mouth glistening in gloss. He nearly chokes on his breath at the accentuation of your figure, curves on full display in a complete juxtaposition to your usual attire and his stare follows as you disappear into the crowd of bodies.
He canât leave his spot but it doesnât stop him from sending out his own personal surveillance to keep tabs on the way you shift about the room.
Everywhere you move, eyes follow.
Males halt their conversation, sipping on whiskey so expensive that it probably equates to a months worth of rent but judging by their tailored suits and gold cuff-linksâmoney was the least of their problems.
âA drink, miss?â
Relief works its way into your form when you accept, thanking the waitstaff politely while acting your ass off with the fluttery lashes and doe eyes. It paints a perfect little pictureâentrapping susceptible males with overly inflated egos and misogynistic thought processes. Youâre almost a little too deep in the facade, aimlessly wandering through the sea of bodies with ears specially attuned to every conversation; sifting through the meaninglessness in order to catch little pieces of a bigger picture that had yet to be deciphered.
âAnd who might you be?â
âNobody.â The response is instinctive, a second nature thatâs easily smoothed over with a demure smile.
Even you could admit the male was handsome, all solid muscle and alluringly ragged edges. His suit is immaculate, fitting the strong line of his shoulders to perfection as the halfway unbuttoned tunic beneath broadcasts the tawny tones of his chest loitered with inky tattoos. Dark hair frames his face, a silver scar cutting through the thick of one brow and yet its completely overshadowed when in the midst of such beauty. âYou certainly donât look like ânobodyâ to me.â
Warmth spreads at the nape of your neck, your body affected by the soulful bass of his voice and for a fleeting moment you have to remind yourself of the task at hand.
The male doesnât give time for you to come up with another one of your carefully curated lies. A hand is extended your way, the faelight above catching on the masculine rings adorning his pinky and pointer fingers when your hand is taken in his own.
Itâs almost embarrassingâthe spectacle he makes in spinning you slow, taking in every detail with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
Thank the Mother for Mor and her attention to detail, picking out the perfect dress and glimmering diamonds that distracted from the true soldier that burned in your soul, a characteristic that had been exercised for decades enduring Cassian and Azrielâs relentless training regiment.
âWhoever youâve come with will never recover from the loss heâs about to take,â The males eyes are ravenous, that previously bored darkness finally flickering with life beneath the surface.
The surprised laugh you let out is genuine, a shocked bark of a thing thatâs anything but ladylike but he doesnât seem to mind. âYou have a very high sense of self in assuming Iâd go anywhere with you considering I donât have the slightest clue on who you are.â
Another lie added to the steadily growing web. Youâd been briefed on every single person in this room, memorized their faces and obsessively studying their lives and known connections until the only thing left was to figure out who possessed the most valuable information. âWho better to trust than Stewards right hand?â Feminine wonder masks the satisfaction of such an easily attained lead and suspicion begins to grow in your gut. Maybe itâs not as well concealed as youâd assumed because the cockiness is dialed down multiple levels and the smile he wears is far more flattering than that entitled smirk. âCall me Atlas.â
Music filters throughout the space and steadily the sea of bodies becomes more uniform, paired up couples shifting about the room with a hardened grace that allowed their movements to appear elegant, even if their faces were stripped of any semblance of emotion. âAtlas,â The name is foreign on your tongue but not entirely unpleasant. âHave any clue where they keep their stash?â
A cheshire grin accompanies the muscular bicep he holds out in offering. âAllow me to lead the way.â
Everything goes as planned, a knowing nod to Mor, a giddy smile when the Stewards second hand tugs you down a hallway, bypassing stationed guards and passing over a small pouch of silver coins to the scrawny soldier standing in front of a thick set of double doors. âWhere are we going?â
âYou wanted the good stuff. Kier keeps them in his office.â High heels click against the polished floors, taking in the layered colors of obsidian, onyx and oblivion. Itâs typical for a male, simple, with just enough overindulgence to make your eyes roll.
âAre we supposed to be in here?â
Atlas moves across the space with ease, unlatching the lock on the liquor cabinet and collecting two glasses and a thick crystal decanter filled halfway with a deep amber liquid. âAre you going to tell on me?â
Every movement you make hold more grace than youâve mustered up in a century. Femininity oozes from every pore and itâs intoxicatingâthis males reaction to the slightest graze of your nails against his fingers. It plants a terrifying seed, one eager to learn exactly how far you could take it. How many other people would react the same way?
Your mind takes a turn, sliding a key into a door youâd long since boarded up.
And you canât help but wonder if the simple seduction would work on Azriel too.
âI can be convinced to keep a secret,â Magic must be used to keep the liquor chilled because the crystal is cold to the touch. âIf you show me the balcony too.â
Atlas nods slowly, taking your words entirely different than intended but you donât bother correcting it. Not when he strides over to the doors with such ease, pulling out a personal set of keys and unlocking them as if heâd done so a million times before.
You supposed Hewn was a sight to behold from this angle, high heels click against the concrete, bracelets clinging against the iron railings as you peer over. In its own, hauntingly beautiful way; a darker part of you could find the appeal if you overlooked the horrors that took place there.
âNow, Iâve snuck you out here, breaking all kinds of rules and jeopardizing my job for you.â If itâs the truth, Atlas has a hell of a way of making it seem nonchalantâevery word laced in an amusement you canât quite place but itâd be lying to say you didnât find it slightly charming. âWill you finally tell me your name?â
Thereâs a mischievous sparkle in your eye, a taunting elongation of one leg, the shiny curve of your high heel dragging gently against his ankle. You almost answer when your eyes catch on the shadows in the corner, their color just a little too dark, their ebb just a little too sentient. Of course, Azriel would follow you out there when he believed you were taking too long, playing the perfect position of Night Court security when urging guests away from restricted areas but jealously slips its way into his tone when he finds you and Atlas on the balcony standing a little too close to be considered friendly. âYou arenât supposed to be out here.â
The male with you doesnât seem the slightest bit deterred, cockily tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear while the other hand fishes out a small pouch full of gold coins from his suit pocket and rudely stuffs it into Azrielâs chest without even looking. âHow about you go back inside and give us a few uninterrupted moments to get to know each other?â
Azrielâs brow raises, wings bristling when tracking the two fingers Atlas has grazing down your cheekbone and his tone is eerily even when responding. âDid you come alone tonight?â
âYes,â Atlas retorts none the wiser, a smirk curving at the corners of his mouth. âThough, I have no intentions on leaving how I came.â
âIs that so?â It happens so quickly. Azriel snatching the male away from you, his fist darting out and connecting with Atlasâ jaw with such precision that the impact sends the Stewardâs second in command unconscious on the cobblestone. âMissionâs over,â Azriel all but growls, his grip possessive when pulling you in. âWeâre leaving.â
âAzriel,â Your eyes widen, glass slipping from your grasp as your brain moves like molasses when trying to comprehend what youâd witnessed. It doesn't bother Az though, his hand a firm weight at the dip of your back, pinky finger just grazing the curve of your ass with every step. âI wasnât even close to being finishedâhe was about to give me everything.â
âOh, Iâm more than aware of what he was about to give you.â
He looks like heâs readying himself to winnow the two of you out of there, thick clouds of shadows materializing around his threatening frame but something forces him to decide against it. His jaw clenches, stance rigid and voice clipped when telling you to 'come this way', taking a sharp left turn before shoving your body inside. âAzriel, what the hell?â
âFunny, I was about to ask you the same thing.â The door slams behind him, lock twisting with a resounding click but none of that distracts from the downright murder-strut Azriel adopts when stalking towards you. Your heart hammers against your chest, heels scraping against the polished floors in your attempts to create space but the male before you eats it all up. âDo you have any idea what youâve been doing to me?â
The laugh that pushes free is breathless; taken aback. âWhat?"
A war wages in Azriel's mind as he strains to contain the small semblance of control he's ever been able to gather in your presence. You make him crazy; shove him out of his comfort zone and force him to take risks that his skillful training strictly rejects. You're an enigma, a flame that burns but also provides warmth to those who handle you with care. âI thought you in your leathers was sin.â
You swallow thickly as your body responds to the drop in his voice; the gravel that positively rattles his tone and morphs that strong soldier boy into a predator of a man with ravenous wants and needs. Rapturous desires that plagues his thoughts, tainting his actions and lingering in the void of his shadows with intent to kill.
Shock blends into need as Azriel backs you against the desk, the rigid line of his cock straining against the stitching of his leathers. It digs against your belly; teasing, taunting you with the possibilities. âBut then you come waltzing in wearing this dressâcauldron boil meâare you even wearing any underwear?â
"I couldn't," A blush burns at your cheeks, every inch of you sparking to life under his stare. "Mor said panty lines are tacky."
"Then it'd be best you refrain from telling her what happens in here because I'm about to make you sound fucking garish." Hips buck involuntarily, a helpless rut whittling away at whatever self-control Azriel has left. Itâs clearly not much because soon his lips are too preoccupied with learning yours and strong hands are busy familiarizing themselves with the curves you usually kept so carefully concealed. Eager fingers run over the tight fabric around your waist, gliding over the length of your stomach and cupping the weight of your breasts, thumbs grazing over peaked nipples. Mapping the canvas of your body like a man starved.
Denying his touch is out of the question; at least thatâs what your body decides as it leans into the heavy drag of his weight. For once, you lean into the girlish nature of allowing the male to leadâto comply as Azriel guides your face to his own. Indulging in feverish kisses because he started it and it was only fair for you to finish it.
The lines of friendship blur with his tongue in your mouth and youâre too drunk on the scent of his cologne to question what any of this could mean afterwards. What chaos could ensue from helping him hike the hem of your dress up, up, up with a needy groan. âCanât believe you hid all of this from me,â Azriel all but whines, golden irises gobbling up the fullness of your thighs. Pupils dilate at your lack of undergarments; the thin leather thigh holsters strapped tight against the muscle of your legs and inky shadows swipe at the weapon secured thereâstealing it as a prize.
âCan you blame me?â The words come out breathy, palms dragging along rigid muscle hidden beneath his clothes, nails seconds away from slicing through the offending fabric for more of his warmth, for more of him in general because this male was a thing of dreams. Of carefully curated fantasies that females with far more time on their hands wrote about in their journals. âHow would I get any work done with everyone staring at my ass?â
His touch is bold, two fingers sliding between your thighs to slide along the slick that collects between lower lips. "That won't be an issue for you anymore." A gasp forces your lips to part when he circles around your clit, feeling the area around it without actually giving what you want. Azriel likes it more that way; enjoys the ways your legs tremble and chest heaves. "You'll find that people don't stare much at the things that belong to me."
"I'm not yours," You struggle to verbalize the thought fully when he finally applies the right amount of pressure to your neglected bundle of nerves. Quick little circles under the calloused drag of two fingers works a strangled moan free. "I don't belong to anyone," You try to speak it aloud so the point comes across but all that's leaving your lips is pathetic pants of yesyesyes and pretty pleas for moremoremore.
Heâs cruel in his torture, pulling his hands away seconds before release can wash over you and a cocky smirk etches in the corner of his mouth. Itâs knowing; cognizant of the fact that your orgasm lies in the palm of his hands, rests under the willful press of his fingertips.
âPlease?â You whisper, voice cracked; broken, ruined from nothing but his hands alone and you still hadnât cum yet. Every nerve burns, toes curling, stomach clenching and pussy pulsing around nothing as your hips careen forwardâsearching for the sweet friction that Azriel just knows how to provide.
You thank the Mother for his lack of revolve, for it had to be her mercy that allows his stubborn defenses to crumble so quickly. To give in and offer everything youâd been begging for . Heâs not kind about it; doesnât coax the orgasm forward but yanks at it like a dog on a leash. Itâs claiming the way he watches you through your high, drinking up your sounds and committing the slick sight of you to memory.
He doesnât even give you enough time to catch your breath before heâs tugging his leathers down his hips, thick fabric bunching at his thighs. âSave your pretty pleas for soft pricks like Aaron.â
âAtlas.â
Azrielâs brow raises, a subtle twitch of muscle that shouldnât be as threatening as it is. Or at least it wouldnât be if it wasnât followed by the ominous drag of his cock through your folds, the heavy weight of him coating itself in your slick.
You know he wants to say something. Itâs hanging off the tip of his tongue; some venomous comment fueled by raw, unbridled jealousy. Some sick part of you wants him to say itâmaybe then heâll admit to his feelings; confessing to the tension that permeates when the two of you enter a room or share a joke or brush arms or get a little too heated during training.
âI believe your role tonight is soft and demure,â His voice is deceptively even considering the rough jolt of his hips that bullies the blunt head of his cock deep inside of you. âSo donât use that mouth of yours unless itâs to tell me how good I fucking feel.â
Az holds true to his word because every time your lips part to make some stupid comment for him to slow down or loosen his grip on your hips because youâre sure bruises are formingâAzriel just fucks you harder. Presses the palm of his hand against your mouth to muffle the moans, to seize the symphony of sighs that gasp free when he treats sensitive spots with such aggression.
He can feel your legs shaking, tuts his tongue in hushed amusement when he catches you trying to inch away; searching for a spare second to catch your breath. âWhere dâyou think youâre going?â
No mercy is shown for your choked breaths when Azrielâs focused on the ripple of your ass with each thrust. âItâs so fucking deep,â The words come out garbled against his palm and itâs only then that he pulls it away, fingers ghosting over the swollen plush of your lips in silent appreciation.
âFilthy pussyâs just sucking me right in,â Your cheeks burn, lids fluttering closed as you try not to acknowledge the fact that his voice and those syllables strung together is just enough to have you clenching around him; slick gushing down the length of him and dripping from the heavy weight of his balls.
A sharp smack of his hand against the fat of your ass; the perfect pinch of pain to accompany the mind-numbing pleasure that wracks through every nerve. âAzriel!â
âNow you remember my name?â His tone is pure venom, every rational part of his brain clouded with envy, leaking with a bitterness that scrunches up the perfect lines of his face. âCanât believe you were about to give this up to that fucking ingrate.â Cool air breezes against your sex as your ass is lewdly pried open enough for Azriel to stare at the sopping wet mess you make. âNot after Iâve been waiting so godsdammed long for thisâfor you.â A creamy ring of your cum catches at the base of his cock; cunt clenching over and over and over as he works you through orgasm after orgasm.
Mumbled praises and keening moans are your only reply, knees bending for better leverage as you lean back into the pace he sets. Screw the missionâfuck the objective. Damn anything that wasnât Azriel and his cock and those perfect hands that claims sweat-slicked skin. You donât even fight it, succumbing to the pleasure and the male administering it. âRight there!â You barely recognize the sound of your own voice, ears focused on Azrielâs grunts and whispered praises. âSo good. So goodâfuck!â
âThis is mine?â Itâs not really a question. That much you know when you feel the pressure of his thumb rubbing circles along your clit. âSay it so I can hear you.â
âYes!â Eyes roll. Words slur. Fists clutch at polished wood; manicured nails leaving indents in mahogany. âBelongs to you.â
Azrielâs too goodâtoo precise; too determined. Forces him to rut deep and carve out a place inside of you with his name branded on it. Thick ropes of his seed paints quivering walls; claiming with a kind of possessiveness that has your toes permanently curled in your heels.
Thereâs barely enough time to catch a proper breath or situate your dress when thick wad of papers are smacked before you like a godsdammed gift, all neatly stacked and basically tied with a fucking shadowy bow. All the intel youâd bitched at Az for compromisingâwritten right there in plain sight. âThose are theâyouâŠthank you.â
âDonât get all sweet for me now,â Azriel muses darkly, affectionately patting at your cheek as if you were some drowsy pup, his head nodding in gesture to the neat stack of stolen papers on the table while swiftly tucking himself away and redoing the ties on his breeches. âIâm only covering for your pretty ass so I can ruin it later.â
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your roommate never knew when to keep his hands off, even when you were asleep
cw: dubcon, somno, dark!jj
jj knew what he was doing was disgusting, he knew that it was pervy and creepy and gross and every name under the sun for just straight up wrong. itâs not that he didnât feel bad but the pleasure and satisfaction he gained every night, jerking off into his hand with the image of you naked, with the pellets of water trickling down you wore greater than his conscious
when youâd moved in,a couple months ago, there was a silent reminder in his head to not scare you away or push any boundaries but he couldnât help but have a slight inkling that you wanted him to prey, you wanted him to push and play to his limit. the way you would leave your panties laying out on the floor, it was like you wanted him to pick them up and fist them around his dick, inevitably cumming into them
or how youâd shower with the door open just enough so he could see the outline of your tits through the foggy shower door. he knew he sounded like a perv when ranting on about it to the brunette boy, hands flailing about, mumbling about how âsheâs gotta be doing it on purposeâŠi mean - wh-why elseâ earning a questionable stare from john b who scoffs out about him being a full on classic creep
it was so so conflicting, he knew he shouldnât - you were probably just being naive, your usual sweet mindset blurring the sultryness within your actions but he couldnât help but use your actions as justification for what he was doing. you wouldâve said something by now id it bothered you, right?
but it wasnât always weird,there were quiet domestic moments aswell, like tonight.
the loud rumble of thunder was enough to make you squeal eliciting a soft laugh from the blonde in front of you, who continued to stuff food in his mouth âjayyyâ the slight tease in your whine was impossible to miss as the word left your mouth âlets sleep together tonightâ you ask, eyes opened wide and focused on him, leaving him to struggle to understand the meaning behind the question
âwhatâ the blonde in front deadpans, ears in disbelief of what heâs hearing - mind already rushing to the stickiest of ickys
âjust hate storms and mâgonna not be able to sleepâ you respond and as the words fall from your mouth, his figure visibly relaxes as soon as he hears the nonchalance in your voice in your words - god he has to get his head out of the gutter!
âright-rightâŠuhh yeah- i mean i donât mindâ he rambles, struggling to hide the rising pink in his cheek aswell as the rising boner in his pants. it was going to be so so so hard to behave well when youâd be right next to him, your pretty pussy just a couple inches away, how was he supposed to resist himself
âthanks jayâ make sure not to kickâ you giggle before pressing a light kiss to the side of his cheek, continuing to walk off towards the bathroom. he couldnât describe the feeling in his stomach as he watched you, excitement? guilt? shame? whatever it was, it had to be pushed down until the late night dawned upon the both of you - when heâll find out how bad he can really be
the sight of you softly snoring in his bed, arms tucked beneath your head as you curled away from the wall, would have been cute if it wasnât for the raging boner that poked through his boxers. youâd hit the sack quite early leaving jj and his twisted mind alone, jerking off in the shower of all the lewd fantasies stored in his head.
he wouldnât. he couldnât. thatâs what the blonde repeated in his head as he rest beside you, keeping some distance between the two of you, trying to close his eyes and sleep - hoping his mind could clear before the morning. his large figure slowly relaxed, slowly drifting to sleep. and thatâs when he felt it your leg carelessly shifting underneath the covers, grazing against his dick, making it jump.
he was convinced. you were doing it on purpose, you had to be. but when he saw your limp body, pressed against the bed, dead to the world around you, he couldnât help but groan. what if you were truly so naive that all your actions were done out of pure thoughtlessness, heâd be disgusting- youâd probably never want to speak to him again
but it was getting impossibly hard to ignore your foot dancing around his already hard cock leading a soft groan from him. the call of your name from him falls on deaf ears as you continue to sleep, not aware of the turmoil youâre causing him. âgod mâgoing to hellâ he whispers to himself as he shifts closer, forehead hovering over yours
he wished he could blame it on something like heâd drunk to much or that he was high out of his mind, but he wasnât - the only drug that consumed him was the presence of you, clouding his every thought and action. the long strand of blonde that kissed his forehead now grazed against yours as his fingers traced down the length of your body, dipping between your legs, rubbing against your clothed mound.
the heat between your legs was enough to warm him on the unseasonably cold night, thumb stroking against your clit causing you to shift. he panicked for a second, taking your stirring as a sign of you waking up but he was wrong. you were moving because you liked it - he watched as your mouth parted softly, a soft whimper filling the air as you continued to squirm beneath him
it didnât take long before he slipped your panties off, throwing them to some corner of the room - careful not to wake you. he watched as you writhed at the feel of the cool air breezing against your bare pussy, fingers having a mind of their own as they pushed into you. god you were so tight, he could feel the ache in his pants as he continued to thrust his finger into you. he couldnât help but watch your eyebrows raise, mouth opening to let out an inaudible moan âmâsorry so so sorryâ he heaved out, before adding another finger, watching you hiss at the intrusion.
you were making a mess on his hand and between your legs with each thrust of his and all he could think was how good you were taking it, wondering what noises youâd be making if you were awake - would you grab at his wrist and make him slow down if he went too fast? would you reach down and rub your aching clit?would you whine at him to stop?
he felt a sudden urge, he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to feel your lips against his as he curled his fingers that were wedged deep inside you. he moved even closer, dipping his head down, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips as he thrust his fingers harshly in you making you all putty in his arms
it was rough the way he pulled out, fingers resting against your thighs but he was desperate, his cock had been painfully poking against the fabric of his shorts waiting for some sort of stimulation. it was bad, it was so so bad but what was worse was that he stopped caring,it was a need to feel your gummy walls sucking you in, to watch your face contort into a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slams into you
youâd understand right? i mean you had to with the way youâd tortured him for so long, how youâd walk around wearing next to nothing or how youâd rub up against him. he remembers wanting nothing more than to bend you over the nearest surface and dick you down like the good little whore you were but how could he, you werenât a whore - far from it actually, you were his sweet little angel that he wanted to corrupt, the little lamb that the big bad wolf wanted to bite into
he spent every minute trying to savour this moment, slowly pulling of his boxers throwing them next to your panties - making a mental note to take them later. he wished he couldâve been gentle and soft and sweet but he didnât have it in him that night, he wanted you to feel the ache heâs been feeling.
the whine that left your mouth was loud as the blonde slammed into you, stilling with his movement - soaking in the feel of your velvety walls wrapped around him that left him wanting to paint your insides with his cum.shocked at your still state, deep sleeper he thought- who knows maybe he can have more fun
for a minute he stayed stilled feeling every pulse or clench of your little pussy, he was disgusting! but he didnât care, what he cared about was how your face would look like when you cum? how youâd look like when you wake and see the pool of white between your legs? that was enough for him to begin drilling his cock into you, the once silent room being filled with his low groans and the sound of skin slapping
âso good fâme⊠huh?â he breathed out âwanna cum so-fuck so-deep inside youâŠ.fill you with all my babiesâ his pace didnât falter as youâd tossed against him, body shocked by the harsh and sudden intrusion. his right hand travelled down from the side of your hips to your bright red clit, pinching it softly causing your brows to furrow
âsorry babyâŠ. just needed to do thatâ he laughed out, head falling down to the dip in your neck, breathing against the skin âfuck-â the blonde could feel his high coming close, he fastens his face getting ready to empty himself inside of you âfuck fuck fuck mâcomingâ the blonde curses, eyes screwed tightly as he spurts out a fat load inside you, moaning with every slight movement. he watched as you spasmed around him, your own high being provoked by his - he couldnât miss the way your back slightly arched, heâd bet you were in heaven right now - well atleast he was
following a few sloppy thrusts, he flops against your sleeping body, looking up to see your face, god you looked so innocent! you hadnât even known the way heâd violated you yet and something in him ached for you to find out, for you to wake up to the feel of his morning wood, throbbing inside of you and feel the sticky pool of cum that formed beneath you. and he couldnât help but thrust deeper inside of you, chin resting against your head - slowly feeling his eyes close, heâll deal with the aftermath in the morning but for now he wanted to sleep wedged inside you, sweaty bodies pressed together
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lmaoo what if rafe made cookies for pogue!sweetheart!reader using her recipe but he accidentally used salt for sugar or something like that but reader seeâs how proud he is of his creation so she pretends to like them even though theyâre awful. you donât have to write this but if you do, thank you so much!!!!
warnings: reader being the sweetest gf, suggestive ending, slight humor (?)
âhoney, iâm home!â rafe jokingly shouted from the front door of your camper, a tupperware full of cookies in his hand. âi have a surprise for you.â he smiled as you threw your arms around him, stepping on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek. âaww, ray..â you melted at the sight, your heart blooming in your chest at the sentiment. âi decided to give your recipe a try. âwanted to bake for you since youâre always baking for everyone else.â he handed you the container.
âoh my god.â you opened the lid, a little confused that you couldnât smell anything sweet. ârafe, these look amazing!â you sat down, offering him one to taste. ânah, i want to see your reaction first.â he shook his head, taking a seat across from you. smiling nervously, you held one up, not seeing anything wrong with it. âpretty color, soft texture.. you might be me iâm afraid.â taking a bite, you immediately refrained from making a face.
you felt like you had just bit into a block of salt. âwell?â making a quick recovery, you moaned delightfully, flashing rafe a reassuring smile. âitâs.. wow!â you nodded enthusiastically, quite literally forcing yourself to chew. rafeâs gaze faltered. âyou donât like them?â your panicked at the disappointment in his tone. he was so excited walking in here and now his shoulders had fallen in defeat. âare you crazy?! theyâre perfect!â you took another bite, immediately coughing.
âare you sure?â he sounded unconvinced. âuh, yeah! you could put me out of business with these..â you laughed, waiting for him to look away before you hid the rest of the cookie behind the vase of flowers on the table. ânow youâre making me want to try one.â he smiled, popping one in his mouth before you could stop him. you gasped, watching as his face morphed into one of disgust. âjesus, fuck, y/nââ he ran to your kitchen sink, âthat should be a crime.â rafe spat.
you couldnât help the laugh that fell from your lips. âiâm so sorry i subjected you to that. why didnât you tell me that they tasted like they fell out of a salt shaker?!â he wiped his mouth with his shirt, exposing his glorious abs underneath. âyou were so excited to show me rafe, i didnât want to shut you down.â you pouted, cupping his face. âit was just a little mistake, next time weâll make sure that itâs sugar that you mix in.â both of you laughed, the cookies long forgotten on the table.
âi may have messed those up, but i still have a sweet tooth..â rafe backed you up into the counter, his large hands resting on the curve of your ass. âyeah?â you teased, trailing a finger down his arm. he hummed. âyeah. you have some dessert for me?â you smiled, eyes flickering to your bed in the corner. âfind out.â
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Playing a game with Sukuna
âSukuna..â You call out, the old wood floor creaking under your every step. Walking through the house felt like a different realm. Sukunaâs realm.
The air is thick with an oppressive silence. The beast nowhere to be seen in the total darkness. The unsettling creaks of heavy footsteps run through the house. You can sense him, but you canât see him.
âSukuna⊠this isnât funny anymore,â You call out again, your voice echoes in the old house.
Stomp
Each step sounds like a warning. You were about to be caught.
The corridor seems to grow narrower as your mind begins to spiral. The walls begin to feel like theyâre closing in, as a chill runs down your spine. You feel those eyes on you. Tracking your every movement as you hastily make your way back to the room where the âgameâ started. Where he shouldâve been. Where he should be.
You quickly open the door and like you presumed. He wasnât there.
You hurriedly try to find the restraints he was in. Discarded on the floor you pick them up. Your face contorts to the image of disgust when you realize thereâs slobber all over them.
âWhat an animal, he bit thru themâŠâ You mumble under your breath, throwing the rope back on the floor.
You decide to head back out the room. Once again feeling the presence of unseen eyes watching you, just waiting to strike.
Stomp
Sharp fingernails run up your back, digging into your skin, a mix of pain and thrill take over your body. Red eyes glowing with a sinister light, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. He finally got you.
Sukuna is like an apex predator. He liked to work for his prey. He loved lurking in the shadows of the house, his eyes filled with a malevolent intensity that always made you freeze. Not in fear but with desire. Thereâs no sane explanation why you both enjoyed this, not that you'd ever admit it to him. Maybe it's the way his fangs glistened in hunger for you, or how every muscle on his body ripples with power and precision, or his aura dominating every environment.
You know he would never actually hurt you, and if he did it wouldnât last very longâŠ
âI told you to runâŠâ he questions with a low, menacing growl as he appears behind you. Three large arms capture you, the fourth wrapping around your neck. âThose pretty legs donât take you farâŠâ He mumbles, lips pressed right to your ear.
âI wasnât trying to run..â He loosens the grip on your neck as you speak, pressing eager kisses to your neck and jawline. âI was trying to find you.â
âWere you now?â a menacing grin spreads across his face, one of his vast hands trails down your stomach, sliding under the waistband of your shorts. You close your eyes at the ticklish feeling.
âThat scentâŠâ he bites into your neck. âYour arousal smells divine,â He grunts, his nails trace your entrance.
He slides one finger in, focusing on the small bundle of nerves that he knows makes you crumble under his touch. Still using two hands to hold your body up, he begins rubbing it in small circles, spreading your slick all through your folds. An amused smile paints his face, as he finally enters a digit into you.
Long and thick fingers pump deep inside you. Fingers that are no match for the human body but, here you were taking them so well. Just for him. He plunges his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside you. He stares at the beautiful faces you make as you take him. Wishing he could freeze them forever. Sukuna never thought he could derive such pleasure from pleasuring someone else but here was. With his sweet mortal that he swears he doesnât care about.
âI can feel you tightening around my fingers,â he chuckles darkly, his red eyes glinting with a sadistic pleasure. âMake more of those pathetic noises,â he commands you, digging his nails deeper into your hot skin.
The pleasure is almost unbearable, tears start to form in your eyes, threatening to fall down your red cheeks. Sukuna notices the tears and you can almost see the satisfaction on his face. He finds pleasure in making you cry, and you knew this. Feeling his cocks get hard behind you, poking into your back which results in you arching against his body.
His eyes darken with desire, eager for your orgasm. He feels you clench his fingers tighter. âClose are you now?â he teases, picking up his pace. Moving faster, harder, and deeper inside you. His thumb grazing over your clit with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. âFall apart for me, I got you.â
And you do. Finally reaching your orgasm, he holds your body up and you let it wash over you. He continues rubbing your clit, allowing you to enjoy the full effect of it until youâre a trembling mess beneath him. You watch him lick his fingers clean of your essence as you try to catch your breath. He finally removes his arms from around you slowly, ready to catch you if you stumble.
âGo hide againâŠâ
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Arcane Imagines- Vander
Itâs Quiet
â ïžWARNINGđ: SMUTTTT IF THERE WAS EVER SMUT
[arcane] [main page]
Prompt: itâs grown so quiet since the kids have grown⊠(not requested, did this at my own free will. Also happy universe WITH VI because I can do that.)
Containing: thigh riding, multiple orgasms, fem!receiving oral, male!receiving oral, hike position, voyeurism, exhibitionism, praise, slight degradation.
âAnd thatâs the last drunk of the evening.â You wipe your hands together after slamming down your rag on one of the tables you had just finished cleaning, going over to the door to turn the open sign to closed. Vander chuckles, cheering as he washes the last few glasses. You go behind the counter to join him in wiping everything down since it gets pretty sticky especially behind the bar.Â
âGosh itâs been so busy these last few days.â You huff, putting your body into the scrubbing. Feeling all the sweat that drenched your back, neck and face. You felt disgusting to say the least. âMm yeah but think about that early retirement.â He jokes causing you to laugh in response. âSo true!â You perk up, glancing behind you, his eyes already locking with yours.Â
He places his glass down and scrummages over to you. His hands snaked around your waist. âYouâre so beautiful.â He kisses the back of your head. You would normally lean into his touch but the sweat that enveloped all over you. You swiftly move away from him by turning around and taking his arms off of you. âI feel gross, babe.â You shake your head at his intentions.
âHow come? You look ravishing.â His eyes darken along with his voice that laced with lust. âIâm so sweaty.â You whine, walking out from the bar to sit on one of the stools. âI feel like I just got dragged through mud.â You muster out, finally getting to sit down for the first time in 12 hours that day.Â
âYouâd still be the most gorgeous woman Iâve ever laid my eyes on covered in dirt head to toe.â He leans over the bar as you scoff, rolling your eyes at his cheesy choice of words. âItâs the truth.â He puts his hands up in defense. You sigh. âI would like a shower first.â You mumble.Â
He observes you as your eyes wander around the building seeing if there was anything else for you to do before the both of you chose to go home. âItâs so quiet in here.â You suddenly mention the lack of noise. âWell itâs just the two of us in here.â He shrugs his shoulders. You give him a dirty look. âI mean the fact that thereâs no little Powder running around here with Ekko. No Mylo antagonizing his siblings. Claggor just being along for the ride. Violet attempting to show Mylo how to flirt.â You explain with sadness traced in your tone of voice.Â
âHmph,â He snorted out a laugh remembering the children as young teenagers. âThey were something.â He shakes his head. âI miss them living with us.â You pout, he groans at your words knowing what is going to be next. The both of you took the children in young. Felicia has Vi and Powder quite young. Being only 18 with little Violet and 23 with Powder.Â
Vanderâs the same age as Felicia as you were two years younger than the both of them. You didnât meet them until after Violet was two years old. Now Vi is 23 and Powder is 18. You are now 39 and Vander is 41.Â
âIâm just saying! I donât have much time!â You exclaim, grasping at his hand, practically begging for a child. âZaun is good, better than it ever has been. Letâs dooo ittttt.â You bounce your legs for extra effect in pleads. âLove, youâve never wanted children of your own. Why now?â He raises his brows, now fully enclasping your hand with both of his.Â
Your stomach flutters at the size difference between the both of you. You could never get over it, not even with the nearly 20 years of being with one another. âI just,â you frown before continuing. âWith the children being older and like I mentioned it being quiet⊠I want someone to depend on me again. Those sweet little eyes as they ask me to help them.â Your face grows sour, tears stinging at the brim of your eyes. âThis could be my last chance to have that. And youâve never wondered what our baby would look like?â You ask him with puppy-dog eyes. âI miss the old times. Not just with the kids.â You mutter.Â
âOf course I have, but if thatâs how you feel, love⊠Iâm sorry to tell you but I just canât give you that. A baby with the way we work. And if you need someone to depend on you, Iâll be that for you. Iâll ask for more help, meaning like little things at home that I know you miss doing.â He massages your hand, kissing at it a few times. You purse out your lips, knowing he was right.Â
âAre you okay?â He tilts his head, a few strands of hair falling in his face. You nod your head, not verbally responding though. He lets go of your hand and joins you on the stools. âIâm sorry youâre upset, my love. I never want to see your lips fall downwards.â He pulls you onto his lap and you look into his eyes.Â
âIâll be okay, I guess Iâll just have to be patient until we are blessed with grandchildren.â Your head falls against his chest, wrapping your arms around his large torso. âHopefully thatâs not anytime soon.â Vander smacks your thigh and you snicker.Â
âYeah, yeah.â You smile, you always loved how protective he was over your guysâ family. You feel your arousal thicken in your gut. Feeling needier.Â
You have to remind yourself that you need to take a shower first. Thatâs what you told yourself. Even though your husband definitely does not care about you being sweaty. You care.Â
âWe could always⊠pretend like Iâm going to give you children.â He whispers in your ear, your body tensing up. Itâs like he felt your pussy flutter for him even though you both wore thick clothing and it wasnât possible. âMmm, thatâs an idea.â You watch his thick, large hand sliding up and down the outside of your thigh. âGonna let me do it right here, right now? Just like the old days?â He questions, he was breathing heavily down your neck causing the hairs there to stand up at the feeling.Â
âRemember how weâd pretend there were people still. Go behind that counter and Iâd fuck you from behind as you âtook someoneâs order.â huh?â He knows all the right buttons to push when it comes to you. He knew what you couldnât resist. He knew how to get you riled up like no one else.Â
Your face was flushed as he reminded you of those moments you had before you even took the children in. That was such a long time ago you were surprised he remembered. âHow âbout we try that out again?â He nibbles at the tip of your ear causing you to whine.Â
âVan- shower first. I told you.â You rub yourself against him, spite of what you were saying. âYou were just saying how you miss old times⊠Let me help you relive a few things.â His fingers now dipping in between your legs. The seam of the jeans you wore were sitting in the right place too. It was too much.Â
âPlease~â You moan, gripping onto his forearm that held your form. âPlease what?â He asks.
âI-I need you.â You moved yourself so you were now sitting on one of his thighs. Looking right into his grey orbs. âWhat about that shower though?â He teases you, watching you ride against him. Only to pleasure yourself. How selfish. âFuck the shower.â You grab him by the back of his neck, forcing him into a deep kiss.Â
He laughs into the kiss, amused by how turned on you got just by his words. He knew you too well.Â
You go to stop your hips so you could get up but he stops you. âUh-uh, ride my leg until you cum, love.â He holds your hips down. You give him a pout. âDo it or I'll have the night end right here and we can just go to that shower and right to bed.â It was an empty threat. You knew that but listened to him nonetheless. Your pelvis planting down on him. You roll back and forth on him.Â
âFuck, love. Youâre so gorgeous.â He coos, getting your hair out of your face. You pant as you focus on reaching your high, hearing his words only drenching your already soaked cunt. Going right through those jeans of yours and onto his black slacks.Â
Your hands were grabbing onto the top of his thigh, close to his cock that twitched as it was trapped underneath his now tight pants. Just begging to be free. âI- hah!â You grunted, squeezing your thighs against his. âWhat is it? What do you have to say?â He inquires with a hint of mocking you.Â
âMmngg, I want to kiss you!â You breathe out, eyes squeezed shut due to how determined you were to release on your husband's enormous muscled thigh.Â
âWhatâs the magic word?â His hand goes to your neck, pressing lightly. âMean, âs mean,â you whimper. âNot the answer.â He tsks, bouncing his knee a little bit to throw you off. You cry out, hands flailing to his shirt. Clutching it tightly in between your fingers.Â
âPlease let me kiss you, please! I just want to kiss my husband.â You sob, opening your eyes for him to see how much you needed it. He thinks for a moment but decides to give you what you want.Â
The hold on your neck only gets tighter as his lips embrace yours. He bites at your lip producing a gasp out of you so he can roughly stick his tongue in your mouth. His tongue battling against yours. You didnât even try as he had already invaded your muzzle, exploring it like it was his home.Â
As you feel yourself get closer you weigh down further onto him, your hips at a lively, unyielding pace. You pull away as your attention needs to go back to your own core. His hand on your throat now gripping, helping you even more. The tension in your chest and head growing. âFuck.â It was almost inaudible exiting past your lips.Â
âMhm, you can do it. My wife is so persistent. Such a hell-bent little thing.â He purrs in your ear. âHah! Mmm.â You groan out, holding his wrist that clutched at your pretty open neck.Â
And then that explosion of fireworks in your tummy at last comes. Your hole creaming, joining your arousal juices. Only wetting yours and your husbands pantsÂ
His hand breaks free from your airway, allowing you to breathe once more. You pant heavily against him. âShit.â Your legs shake underneath you. âYou have fun there?â He pokes at you, you glare up at him. âShut up.â You spit, weakly standing up.Â
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Vander raises a brow, grabbing your waist, stopping you from crouching down. âI-Iâm going to give you a blow job?â You said in more of a inquisitive tone, confused on how itâs not obvious. âI never said I was done with you.â He stands up from the stool, lifting you up with ease. You yelp from the sudden move.Â
He places you on the counter. âIâd like dinner first.â Even being on a tall bar counter he was still wavering over you. âWhere people drink?!â You utter out, reminding him what people do on this very countertop. âIâll clean it up. No one will ever know.â He rolls his eyes.Â
Before you could even argue with him his hands are back on you. You subconsciously lift your hips up helping him undress you. âNever get over the sight of this cute girl.â He compliments your pussy. Your thighs squish together, hiding yourself only to be pried back open.Â
Your hands were behind you to keep yourself fully propped up. âThis position isnât really comfortable, Vannie.â You mewl, the top of your tailbone was slightly hurting. âIâll have to make this fast then wonât I?â He asks, not even looking up at your face as he sits back down. Sliding your butt as close to the edge of the counter as possible.Â
He adjusted the chair so he was at face level with that pretty little pussy.Â
His face diving in but not doing anything so he can take in your scent. Feeling like a feral animal. You wouldâve been embarrassed by this if he hadnât done it almost every day for the past 20 years. You rest your legs over his shoulders, ankles crossed over one another, trapping his head at your core.Â
âStop teasing, Vander.â You sternly tell him, glaring down at him since he decided he was going to take his time. His dilated pupils lift upwards, mouth hovering over your clit. âIs that any way to talk to your dear partner who only wants to take care of you?â He asks, his facial hair tickling you down there.Â
You lay your back down on the cold wood. Ignoring him.Â
He snickers, now kitten licking at your clit. Toying with it until he hears the squelch after a few more. His tongue swirls around the nub, kissing it every now and then. His strategy was purely for his own enjoyment. Your moans filled the building, echoing and bouncing off the walls.Â
âImagine we didnât lock the door.â He comments. âImagine someone walks in thinking weâre open. And youâre getting eaten out right in front of them.â His mouth reattaching to your cunny.Â
Ambushing every nerve with pleasure.Â
âFuck! I ho-pe someone doesss!â Your hands go down to his hair, pulling out the bun. âYeah, youâd like the attention.â He mumbles into you, the vibration shooting through you.Â
âMhm⊠mhm!â Your chest jolts upwards as his tongue swipes over your sensitive spot. âI n-need your fiiingers!â You wail, playing with his hair so you have something to pull on. Not having anything else around you.Â
Your head was upside down off the other side of the counter. âNeed âem where, love?â He irritatingly asks you. âI-inside! Inside!â You squeal out, toes scrunching and your calves stretching out at the same time.
His right hand joins his mouth, entering a single digit into that drenching, achy hole.Â
His cock screaming to be let free now. His pre-cum drooling onto his boxers.Â
You clench around the single but large finger. He enters another before pumping them in and out. Curling every so often to hit that perfect spot inside. Your moans and whines keeping him going. His jaw was certainly going to be locked after this.Â
He says random compliments you canât even understand against your pussy. You didnât even care enough to hear anyways. Feeling his mouth along with his fingers abusing you.Â
âI- how? Fuck!â You scratch as his scalp, bringing one of your hands to your shirt, ripping the buttons off to open it. You had a few others.Â
You own hand kneads at your breasts. âCâmon, make me cum, make me cum!â You pant, chest heaving rapidly. âAlmost there?â He watches you grope yourself. He leers gleefully. âFuck yes!â You nod your head only to let it fall back down off the counter.Â
His fingers fucking your skillfully, your cunt splashing liquid on him along with the floor.Â
âClose âs close!â You grit through your teeth, rolling your hips on his face, bringing him closer to you with the back of your calf. Shoving his head onto you.Â
âO-ooohh⊠mmmmâŠ.â It hits you softer than the first time surprisingly, but your cunny still spurts into Vanderâs mouth. Your thighs shake against his head, your feet dropping tiredly. âThat was so good, love. So proud of you.â He kisses your soft skin, lifting your thighs off of him letting your legs fall on either side of him.Â
You breathe heavily, now feeling all the blood that rushed to your head from it being upside down. You sit yourself up, using your husband's shoulders to keep you from slipping forward. He undoes his belt, unbuttoning his pants to take his cock out. Still keeping his clothes up though.Â
âCâmere.â He huffs out a laugh, standing up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. His hands are squeezing at the plush skin of your ass.Â
He takes you to the inside of the bar, his cockhead poked at your entrance with each step. âTired girl?â He hums out a question. You shake your head, disagreeing. âNo, want more.â You rasp out. Humping your hips downwards against his dick.Â
âNeed you to help me first, prove how much you want me to fuck you.â He ambushes your neck with his licked lips. âIâll do anything.â You whisper.Â
âGood, here comes the guy who brings our stock.â Vander smirks, your eyes widen and you drop to the ground, hiding under the counter even though he already couldnât see you by being down there. Vander steps as close as possible to you, his chest against the wood.Â
His cock was free game to you. âHeyy Mick!â Vander cheerfully grins, not feeling you touch him just yet. He also knew that your pants and little panties were laid out on the ground, available for Mick to see.Â
âHey, hey, hey!â Mick comes into the bar with a dollie of alcohol boxes. âWhereâs the wife?â He asks, coming over to the counter. âOh, sheâs a little bit under⊠the weather tonight.â Vander lies.Â
Your heart was raising at the fact that there was now another person in the bar after you had just came twice. Your view trapped in darkness besides the little bit of light that snuck past your husband's legs. His dick still sprung out for you to play with.Â
Your pussy clenches around nothing, another realization that your pants were where you two once were moments ago. You silently prayed that Mick didnât notice it. Your husbandâs and your guysâ stockerâs conversation was tuned out. You couldn't focus on anything that was happening.Â
Besides the fact that you were going to now get revenge on the person in front of you. Your hands go around his thick member. Dry rubbing him at first. You hear his hiss and you smile mischievously. Your thumb swiping across the slit covered in Vanderâs own goo.Â
Your hands let him go, as Vander talks his shoulders dropped disappointed only momentarily before your mouth replaces where your hands once were. He bites his lip trying not to show his expressions.Â
Your muzzle takes him in all the way, nose almost touching his pelvic zone. You let him go before you gag, sucking on his tip. Your hand massages the base of his cock.Â
You hear his voice falter just a tiny bit. âWhere do you want them tonight, boss?â Mick asks, talking about the boxes of glass bottles filled with booze. âJust on the counter, Claggor and Mylo are opening in the morning. Gonna have them stock up.â Vander chuckles. Doing his best not to let his voice waver in the slightest. You tried your damnedest too.Â
âArighty.â Mick lifts the boxes up, continuing to talk to the owner of the bar, not knowing he was getting his dick sucked so good his knees were about to give out.Â
Your other hand began to fondle his balls, now all three stimulates attacking him at once. Vander lets out a low grunt that luckily wasnât heard from either of the people in the building.Â
âI gotta get going, now. Good seeing ya! Hope to see [Name] next week!â Mick kicks out his dollie, rolling it out as Vander waves him goodbye.Â
And as that door shuts, his mouth opens, letting out all the noises he couldnât before. âFuck, I almost had to shout at him to leave.â Vander groans, taking a fist full of your hair to fuck himself into your mouth. You moved your hand out of the way, grabbing onto his thigh for support.Â
âShit, such a doll for me.â He drags your mouth down his member before pulling you away by your hair. He steps back. âStand up.â He motions. You crawl out from your spot, standing up before him.Â
âTurn around.â He spins his pointer finger.Â
He watches your ass jiggle with each step, his hands roughly bend you over. Your hands hitting the floor. âNeed this.â He puffs out, shoving his dick inside your hole without warning.Â
âSo perfect for me, after all these years. Itâs like the first time all over again.â He ruts into you forcefully. Your fingernails claw at the ground as he fucks into you at an unfathomable pace.Â
âTake it like the fucking champ you are.â He smacks your ass causing you to scream out a moan. âFucking you stupid, ainât I?â He laughs, holding your hips. Each time you try to lift your torso up he rams into you, watching you fall back down each time. It was amusing. He enjoyed it every single time.Â
âI asked you a question.â He slaps your ass again.Â
âY-yes! âStupid, âs âstupid!â You cry out, your head shaking side to side as tears brim your eyelids. âGonna cum again!â You shrill.Â
âYeah you are.â He pants, finally helping you up by bending down to grab you by your neck. Your back up against his stomach. âWhoâs making you cum for the third time?â He asks, your ass bouncing back on his black slacks. There were white splatters all over his pants from tonight. âY-you a-re!â You seeth, sucking in your own drool.Â
âWhatâs my name?â He tightens his grip on your throat, you gasp out for air. Not able to answer as fast as he wants you to. His cock pistoning in and out of you.Â
âWhatâd I ask?â His other hand holds your lower stomach, the pressure now pressing on his cock through your tummy. âI- u-um! V-vander!â You choke out. âThatâs right, doll.â He lets go of your neck but still keeping you close as he continues to fuck you.Â
âGonna fuck my seed into you, maybe thereâs a chance youâll get that baby.â He snorts out a laugh, thrusting into you. Your eyes roll back into your head. âCummingggnghah!!â You shriek, your hands behind you, gripping onto his shirt.Â
âH-huh- same.â He breathes heavily, getting a little slower and sloppier. His tip oozing out inside of you. Your walls spasm around him leading a domino effect, Vander fully plunged inside of you as he lets his semen shoot inside you. Your jaw slacks open at the feeling.
You wiggle yourself against him, trying to get as much of him as possible. He pushes the both of you forward, you lean over the wooden counter. A box hiding your face from the door.Â
âHoly shitâŠâ You quietly whined, your legs were shaking and very weak. Barely keeping yourself standing. His slips out of you, letting the mixture of yours and his cum drop to the ground from your cunny.Â
âYou took me so well. So good every time.â He praises you, rubbing your back.Â
Afterwards he takes you to your shower, water already running. You sat on the floor waiting for him in the hot water as he cleaned up your guysâ mess the two of you made.
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cw mentions of blood, gyutaro is a demon so he smells bad !!! , disgusting smells <3
he licks a long stripe up your neck to your cheek, his entire body shivering as he tastes you. you taste so sweet, savoryâ like a slab of meat.
"so.. pretty.." his voice shakes as he fucks into you, your beautiful sakura decorated kimono ripped to shreds by this fuckingâ demon.
he smells like bloodâ it's disgusting, putrid, horrid even, and yet you find yourself cumming all over him.
"g-gyuuu.. please, please.. don't stop.â" you gasp out, watching as his body bends in the most weirdest wayâ his bones cracking as he continues to fuck his swollen cock into you. after all the nights of him fucking into his palm as he watches you batheâ he finally has you cumming on him.
"canâ can i cum inside?.. please, please. oh fuckâ please. please. lemme, let me, lemme cum inside youïżœïżœ nngh." he babbles before sinking his teeth into your shoulder until your blood trinkles out, causing you to yell in painâ he uses his saliva to heal the wound as he stills his hips inside of you.
so much cum spills out, soiling your sheets, whatever is left of your kimono as well. you both stay there, your tummy almost bloated from how much he came.
"gyutaro.. will you come back?" you whisper, almost as if you spoke too loud, you'd wake up from a dream.
"y-yes." he mumbles, "always, always, always for you. so pretty. my girl.. so pretty.. so perfectâ l-loving something like mee.. ahh... it's so soâ good."
he nuzzles his head into you as if he were an animal, the scent of him still remaining but you don't really care anymoreâ your chest covered with his drool. you place your hand on the back of his head, in a silent attempt to soothe him.
"mhm. you're so pretty too, gyu."
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