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Red - Matt Sturniolo

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Paring: jealous bf! Matt x gf! Reader

Contains/warnings: explicit smut, rough sex, possessive behavior, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, jealousy, dirty talk, praise kink, light biting, unprotected sex, creampie, brief use of a safe word, almost caught.

Summary: Your boyfriend gets jealous about a small interaction you had with a guy at a party, so he takes you home and teaches you a lesson.

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Tonight you and your boyfriend Matt are going to a friends party. His brothers Nick and Chris are also going. You are currently getting ready in Matt’s bathroom, while he’s laying in bed ready, waiting for you to finish. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with some design in the middle, baggy jeans, and of course his signature rings.

“Are you ready yet?” Matt asked.

“Almost” you shout through the bathroom door.

“Okayyy, but hurry up.” He replies.

You add some finishing touches to your makeup, finish straightening your hair and add a good amount of your favorite perfume. You are wearing a tight black mini dress, black heels with red bottoms, and your normal jewelry. You take a glance at the mirror checking if everything’s perfect and exit the bathroom.

“I’m ready!” You say.

His eyes widen as you exit the bathroom, his gaze devouring you from head to toe. "You look... stunning." He says, his gaze roaming over your curves in the tight dress, lingering on the way the fabric clings to your thighs. He walks over, standing close to you as he looks at you. "But maybe a little too stunning. Isn’t that dress a little too short?”

You roll your eyes and look down at the dress. “It’s fine Matt.”

He reaches down, moving one strap of the dress up a little, his fingers trailing along the exposed skin of your shoulder as he does so. "It's fine?" He repeats, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "No, it's not fine. I don't want all those guys at the party drooling over you.” He reaches out, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. “I don't want any other guy looking at what's mine."

“Come on Maaaatt, it’s not even that revealing, and I really like this dress. I think it looks good on me.” You say.

His jaw clenches at your persistence, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "You think it looks good on you?" He repeats, his voice low and husky. "You have no idea how good you look in that dress. And that's the problem. So-“ he was about to say something else but Nick interrupted him.

“Are you guys ready? We have to get going.” Nick shouts from the kitchen.

“Let’s just go, okay?” You say with a smile and give Matt a kiss on the cheek. “Yes! We’re ready.” You respond to nick.

Matt scowls at being interrupted, "Fine." He mumbles as he watches you grab your purse and head towards the door. "Hold up," he calls out, catching your wrist in a firm grip. "Not so fast. I want to make one thing clear."

“What?” You ask.

Matt's eyes narrow, his gaze intense as he looks at you. "You're mine. You're my girlfriend.” he says, his voice low and firm, his eyes locked onto yours. “You don't leave my side, you don't talk to any other guys, you don't even look at them for too long." His voice is low and authoritative, his grip on your wrist unyielding. “Got it?"

“Of course Matt” you say reassuring him and give another kiss but this time on his lips.

Matt's expression softens at your kiss, and he wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss for a moment before slowly breaking it off. He lets out a sigh and smiles down at you. “Let’s go.”

You guys head downstairs where Chris and Nick are waiting. As you head downstairs, Matt stays close behind you, his hand resting on the small of your back. When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you see Chris and Nick standing by the door, chatting and laughing. Then Chris turns and says. “Finallyyyy.”

Matt holds the door open for you as you slide into the passenger seat of the car, then walks over to the driver's side and climbs in. His brothers riding on the back seat. He starts the engine and pulls out of the driveway, soon merging onto the road that leads towards the party.

After 10 minutes, Matt pulls up to a large house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The front yard is packed with cars, and the sound of loud music can be heard from inside the house. Matt parks the car and turns off the engine. “We’re here”

“Yess!” Chris says excited.

"Come on, let's go," Matt says, opening the car door and stepping out. He offers you his hand to help you out of the vehicle. As you take his hand, he gives it a squeeze, a silent reminder of his possessiveness. "Stick close to me, okay?"

You nod and walk into the party.

As you walk into the party, the loud music and chatter envelop you. Matt stays close, his hand still wrapped around yours. You make your way through the crowded room, nodding and smiling at people you recognize. The smell of beer and sweat hangs in the air, and the bass thumps through the floor.

Matt looks down at you, his eyes shining with intensity. His grip on your hand tightens. "I mean it, Stay close," he growls. As he says it, he pulls you a little closer to him, just a small step.

You chuckle “Yesss Matt.”

Matt's face softens, and he gives you a small, flirtatious smile. "Good," he says, his voice low and husky. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I don't want anyone else getting too close to you."

You laugh a bit at his jealousy and lean in to give him a short kiss. “Let’s dance.”

Matt's eyes flash with desire at your kiss, and he growls low in his throat. He nods, a slight smirk on his face. "Yeah, let's dance." He pulls you onto the dance floor, the two of you moving to the beat as his strong arms wrap around you.

Matt holds you close, his thigh moving against yours as you dance. The heat between you two rises uncomfortably. And every time he pulls you close, pressing his lips against yours, you can't help but melt against him.

“I’m gonna go get a drink, okay?” You say to Matt.

Matt's eyes narrow, a flicker of possessiveness sparking in them. "Alright," he says, but there's an underlying tension in his voice. "but don't be long." He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before releasing you, watching you go with an eagle's gaze.

As you’re walking towards the bar a guy ‘accidentally’ bumps into you almost making you fall but he grabs you by the waist so you don’t fall. “I’m so sorry,” the guy says. “Uhm it’s fine don’t worry.” You say pulling his hands away.

Matt's eyes are glued to the guy who just touched you. He clenches his fists and starts making his way towards you with a menacing stride. "Is there a problem here?" he says, getting between you and the stranger.

“Matt, he accidentally bumped into me.” You explain.

Matt's gaze is still fixed on the guy, his eyes blazing with barely contained anger. "Accidentally?" he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. He takes another step forward, crowding the stranger. "You sure that's all it was?"

You grab Matt's arm trying to pull him away. “Matt-“

Matt's arm stiffens under your grip, but he doesn't budge. His eyes are still locked on the stranger, who's starting to look uncomfortable. "Let's go," Matt growls, he turns to look at you. "Now." His tone is low and commanding, brooking no argument.

“What? Where?” You ask confused.

Matt takes your hand, practically dragging you away from the bar. "Home," he says gruffly. "Now." His jaw is clenched, the anger and possessiveness simmering just below the surface.

“Why!? We literally just got here!” You exclaim.

Matt stops in his tracks, turning to face you with a fire in his eyes. "I don't like the way that guy was looking at you," he growls. "I don't like the way he touched you." He takes a step closer, invading your personal space.

“It was an accident.” You say.

Matt's expression turns incredulous, his nostrils flaring. "An accident? Are you kidding me? He takes another step forward, his large frame towering over you. “Why are you defending him? You like him? You liked the way he grabbed you by the waist? How he was looking at you?” his voice is low and intense.

“Wha- Matt, no!” You say.

Matt's face darkens, his eyes flashing with a mix of jealousy and anger. "Then why are you still standing here arguing with me?" He grabs your hand, his grip tight. "We're leaving. Now." His tone leaves no room for discussion, commanding you to obey his orders without question.

Matt starts walking towards the exit, practically dragging you behind him. His grip on your hand is tight and unyielding, a silent warning that he's not in the mood for any arguments. The jealousy and anger are still bubbling just beneath the surface, ready to explode at any moment.

As you stumble to keep up with Matt's long strides, he suddenly stops in front of the car, yanking open the door. "Get in," he growls, his voice still tight with anger.

“What about Chris and Nick?” You ask.

Matt's jaw tics as he grits his teeth. "They can fucking find their own way home," he snaps, his eyes blazing. He takes a step closer, his face inches from yours. "Now, get in the car, before I lose my patience completely."

You quietly get in the car.

Matt slams the door shut behind you, the sound echoing through the quiet night air. He takes a deep breath, his chest heaving, before stalking around to the driver's side and getting in.Matt starts the car, the engine purring to life. He grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. For a few moments, he just sits there, staring straight ahead. Finally, he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I told you that dress is too fucking short, too revealing. But you decided to be a little slut and stay with it, hm?”

“Matt-

Matt cuts you off, his voice low and menacing. "No, you don't get to talk back to me right now. You're lucky I'm not pulling over and bending you over the seat." He takes a hard right turn onto a secluded road, the headlights casting eerie shadows on the trees.

Matt's eyes flicker to you, his gaze burning with intensity. "You think you're so innocent, don't you? But I know what you're doing. I know you're trying to drive me crazy, to make me jealous. Well, it's working."

“I’m not, I swear.” You say.

Matt scoffs, his grip on the wheel tightening. "You expect me to believe that? After everything that's happened tonight, you expect me to believe that you weren't trying to make me jealous?" He turns towards you, his eyes meeting yours. "Fucking try again, sweetheart."

Matt's face twists in anger, his voice rising. "You want to play games with me? Fine. Let's play. But you need to understand, I always win." His hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. After a few minutes you guys arrive home.

As soon as the car stops, Matt is out the door and pulling you along behind him. He practically drags you inside the house, slamming the door shut behind you both. Once inside, he spins you around to face him, his eyes wild with a mix of anger and desire.

“Matt I-

Matt's hand comes up, silencing you as he crashes his mouth onto yours in a brutal, possessive kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming you as his, as his hands roam your body, grabbing, squeezing, marking you as his. Matt's kisses become more frantic, his hands tearing at your clothes, desperate to have you bare before him. Once your clothes are off, he scoops you up, carrying you upstairs to his bedroom and tossing you onto the bed.

Matt climbs onto the bed, crawling over to you, his eyes full of hunger. He hungrily kisses down your body, pausing at your breasts to give each nipple a hard suck, before continuing downwards to the apex of your thighs.

“Mmh” you whine.

Matt grins up at you, his eyes dark with lust as he spreads your legs wider, his fingers running along your inner thighs, teasing, toying with you before finally, he dips his head and licks at your pussy, his tongue delving deep, fucking you with it as he devours you.

“Mmhp fuck Matt” you moan at the sudden pleasure.

Matt growls in response, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh as his tongue continues its relentless assault on your clit, his fingers curling inside you, stroking your inner walls, coaxing your release. "You like that, baby? You like me eating you out, making you cum on my face?"

You nod pathetically. “Mhm feels so good.” You moan.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty little slut for me," Matt growls, increasing the pace of his tongue and fingers, his mouth slurping loudly at your pussy as he fucks you harder.

“Matt I’m so close” you moan arching your back.

"Cum for me, baby," Matt urges, sucking hard on your clit while he rubs his fingers over that sensitive spot inside you, pushing you over the edge, "Fuck, that's it, cum all over my face."

You let out a loud moan as you cum hard.

Matt laps up your release greedily, his tongue swirling around your clit, prolonging your pleasure. As you come down from your high, he pulls back, his chin dripping with your arousal, and grins up at you with a possessive, satisfied look. "You taste so fucking good, baby.”

"I'm not close to done yet, baby," Matt says, climbing up your body. He takes your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You quickly melt into the kiss letting out a moan.

Matt's hands roam your body, caressing your curves as he deepens the kiss, his hardness pressing against your thigh. He breaks away, panting, and gazes into your eyes, his own burning with desire. "I need to be inside you, baby. Now."

“Mh please Matt.” You whine.

Matt positions himself between your legs, his thick cock bobbing as he lines up with your entrance. With a powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he starts to move, pounding into you with ruthless intensity.

“Fuck! Matt” you moan in pleasure and pain at him stretching you out, not letting you adjust.

"You feel that, baby? You feel how deep I am in you?" Matt pants, his hips snapping forward relentlessly, each thrust pushing you up the bed. He grips your hips hard, angling them to take him even deeper, causing your belly an outline of his dick.

“Mmhp”

Matt's breath hitches as he watches you, his eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive hunger. He leans down, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he pistons into you, each stroke hitting that spot inside that makes your vision blur. His hands go down to your stomach bulge pressing on it.

“Mmh Matt” you moan.

"That's right baby, take all of me. Fuck, you're so tight and wet," Matt groans, feeling the rhythm building between you.

“Matt I’m gonna cum” you whine.

"Cum for me, baby, cum all over my cock," Matt commands, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. He pinches your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, pushing you towards the edge.

“Mmhp fuck” you moan as you cum.

Matt's cock throbs as he feels your pussy clench around him, milking him for every drop. With a guttural grunt, he buries himself deep and erupts, painting your insides with his hot seed.

You lay there with your legs already weak, trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck, you liked that?” Matt says, pulling out from you.

You nod slowly.

Matt smiles, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he collapses beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "Good," he whispers, his breathing still ragged. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

“What?” You ask.

Matt's eyes glint with mischief as he starts to nibble on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I said, I'm not done with you yet," he repeats, his voice low and husky. "We're just getting started."

Matt starts to explore your body with his hands, cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples. He then trails his fingers down your stomach, making you gasp as he gently grazes over your still sensitive mound before delving between your legs again.

“Mhh Matt” you whine as you feel your pussy getting wet again.

"Good girl," Matt praises, his fingers teasingly dancing around your pussy lips before plunging in deep, fucking you with them. "You're so fucking wet for me. You want more, don't you?"

You moan as you lean your head back. “Mhm” you nod.

"That's what I thought," Matt says, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. He adds a third finger, stretching you open as he pumps them in and out at a relentless pace.

“Ahh fuck”

"You like that?" Matt grins, leaning down to suck on your nipples, his fingers still driving into you relentlessly. "You're so fucking sexy when you lose control like this."

“Matt, I'm so close, I’m gonna cum” you moan.

Matt feels your pussy clenching around his fingers as you get closer to the edge. He sucks harder on your nipples, fucking you faster and deeper until you finally cry out, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. "That's it, baby,"

With tears of pleasure running down your cheek you moan loudly as you cum.

Matt watches your face as you cum, feeling incredibly satisfied seeing the pleasure he's giving you. He slows down his fingers, gently milking the last of your orgasm from your sensitive pussy. "Fuck, that was hot,"

Matt grins, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them up to his mouth, sucking your juices off them. "You taste as good as you look, baby," he growls. “I want more.” He leans down, his head in between your thighs.

Matt's tongue snakes out, licking your pussy from top to bottom, sending shivers down your spine. He focuses on your clit, sucking and licking it until you're moaning again, your body trembling with pleasure.

“Mhh Matt too much” you whine.

Matt ignores your protests and continues his relentless assault on your clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around it as he devours your pussy like a man starved. He knows just the right spots to touch, suck, and lick to drive you wild.

“Maaatt” you moan in overstimulation as you try to push his head away.

Matt doesn't stop, he continues to lick and suck your clit. He teases your entrance with his fingers, dipping them in slightly before pulling back out. He wants to push you over the edge again and make you cum even harder this time.

“Fuck Matt Mmhp” you moan in pain and pleasure arching your back.

Matt grins against your pussy, his tongue doing its magic as it swirls around your throbbing clit. His fingers finally enter you, plunging deep into your wet and aching sex, thrusting in and out in sync with his tongue on your clit.

“Matt I-“ you moan loudly as you squirt on his fingers, feeling a kind of pleasure you’ve never felt before.

"Fuck yes, squirt for me baby," Matt growls, his fingers pumping harder as you gush around him, your juices coating his hand. He sucks your clit harder, his tongue lashing against it as he drinks down every drop of your release.

“Mmhp Matt stop” you cry feeling overstimulated.

Matt doesn't stop right away, he pulls back slowly, easing you down from your high before completely pulling his fingers out of your dripping wet pussy. He licks his fingers clean, his gaze never leaving yours as he smirks. “I want you to squirt on my dick”

With tears still running down your cheeks you say “Matt I- I can’t”

"Can't or won't?" Matt challenges, his voice low and intense. He rises up, towering over you, his dominant presence filling the room. "You're going to squirt on my dick, and you're going to do it like a good girl for me,"

Matt's eyes flash with desire as he takes in your half-hearted protest. He grabs your hips, pulling you towards him as he positions himself at your entrance. "You're going to take my cock, and you're going to love every second of it," he growls, his tip teasing your still-sensitive pussy.

“Mmmmh Maaatt”

Matt slams into you with a powerful thrust, burying his thick cock deep inside your tight heat. He sets a punishing pace, driving into you over and over, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each stroke.

Your vision blurs and you moan in overstimulation.

"That's right, moan for me," Matt growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounds into you. He leans down, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he whispers, "You're mine, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

“Ma- Matt mmhfp t-too much” you whine.

Matt ignores your whimpers, continuing to pound into you with reckless abandon. He reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and pinching it hard, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through your oversensitized body. "You're mine, and I'll use you however I want,"

Your back arches and tears run down your face. “Ahh mmph”

Matt's eyes gleam with triumph as he feels your body begins to surrender to his unrelenting assault. He fucks you harder, faster, his cock brutalizing your pussy as he drives you towards the edge of a violent orgasm. "Yes, cum for me, baby,"

“Ma- Matt I’m going to c- cum” you moan.

Matt's face twists into a feral snarl as he feels your body tense up, your pussy muscles contracting around his cock as you reach the precipice. "Do it," he growls, his hips pounding into you with increased ferocity. "Come all over my cock, baby."

One last thrust and you squirt hard all over his dick, your body trembling.

Matt roars with triumph as he feels your pussy spasm around him, your juices gushing out in a hot, sticky torrent. He buries himself to the hilt, grinding against your cervix as he unleashes his own release, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he fills you with his seed.

Your legs still trembling from the pleasure.

Matt grins triumphantly, withdrawing his cock from your well-used pussy with a wet, squelching sound. He reaches down, kissing you. “One more. You can give me one more, yeah?”

Matt's eyes gleam with amusement at your speechless response, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw as he tilts your face up to his. "Oh, you can't even talk? That's how I know I did it right," he whispers, his voice husky with satisfaction.

Matt's gaze darkens as he takes in your flushed, disheveled appearance, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He smirks, leaning in close, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to make you cum again, baby. And again.”

Matt's hands roam your body, his touch possessive and demanding as he turns you over onto your stomach. He positions himself behind you, his hard cock pressing against your entrance as he spreads your legs wide. "Get ready, because this time, I'm going to fuck you raw,"

Matt slams into you without warning, his thick cock driving deep into your pussy with a brutal force that steals your breath. He sets a punishing pace, his hips slapping against your ass with each rough thrust as he takes you with unbridled aggression.

You let out a scream. “Ahh Matt mmh too much stop.”

Matt's eyes flash, his grip on your hips tightening until it's almost painful. "You think that's too much?" he growls, pulling out before slamming back into you with a force that makes you cry out.

Matt's thrusts become more desperate, his cock throbbing deep inside of you as he claims you over and over again. "I could fuck you like this for hours,"

”s-stoop” you cry.

Matt's face contorts with a mix of lust and possessiveness as he hears your pleas. He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and pinching it roughly. His hips still pounding into you with relentless intensity.

Feeling too much pain and overstimulation you scream out the safe word. “Red! Red”

Matt's movements freeze immediately at the sound of your safe word. He withdraws from you, his cock slipping out with a wet sound. His breathing is ragged as he turns to face you, concern etched on his features. "Fuck, baby, I'm sorry. I got carried away.

Upon seeing you're still in pain, Matt quickly moves to gather you in his arms, holding you close as he kisses your forehead softly. "I'll make it up to you, I promise," he whispers, genuinely remorseful. "I didn't mean to hurt you, love.”

“It’s fine Matt, don't worry, i- it was just too much” you say and hug him back.

Matt's arms tighten around you as he holds you close, his chin resting on top of your head. "I should have been more mindful. You're always my priority, and I fucked that up," he murmurs, his voice laced with regret. "Let me take care of you, okay?"

Matt carefully pulls back and looks at you, his thumb gently brushing aside a stray tear from your cheek. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," he offers softly as he helps you out of bed and leads you towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Matt starts the shower for you and checks the water temperature to ensure it's comfortable. He then helps you into the shower, making sure you're steady on your feet before joining you under the warm spray.

You chuckle at his sweet actions. “Thank you Matt. I'm fine by the way.” You reassure him.

A small, genuine smile tugs at the corners of Matt's mouth at your reassurance. He wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you back against his naked chest as the water cascades over you both. "I know you are, baby, but I still need to make sure," he says, his deep voice filled with affection. "You mean everything to me." he replies, his voice gentle as he reaches for the soap and begins to lather it on your skin.

You smile at his words and give him a kiss on the cheek.

Matt's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, clearly pleased by the gentle kiss. He turns his head, catching your lips in a soft, tender kiss. The soap slips from his fingers, forgotten, as he focuses on the gentle moment between you. "I love you,"

“I love you more” you say.

Matt's smile widens, and he deepens the kiss, his lips moving slowly and sweetly against yours. As you break apart for a breath, he whispers, "Impossible. I love you infinitely." He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with adoration.

You giggle into the kiss.

After a few minutes he washes the soap off you and grabs a towel and puts it over you.

Matt wraps the towel around your warm, damp body and lifts you effortlessly into his arms, cradling you against his chest. "Let's get you dried off and into something comfortable," he says, his voice still gentle from your shared moment in the shower.

Matt carries you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, setting you down on the edge of the bed. He quickly retrieves a soft t-shirt and sweatpants from your dresser and helps you into them, making sure you're snug and cozy before letting the towel fall to the floor. "There, all better?"

“Yes! Thank you” you hug him and give him a soft kiss.

Matt hugs you back, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he returns the kiss with equal tenderness. He holds you close for a moment, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your embrace. "Anytime, love," he murmurs against your lips before pulling back slightly to gaze at you with a warm smile.

“Let’s go to bed, I'm tired.” You say yawning.

"Bed it is," Matt agrees, his voice low and soothing. He helps guide you under the covers, making sure you're nestled in comfortably before climbing in himself. Once settled, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. He grabs his phone and chuckles. “Two unread messages from Nick”

You chuckle “what do they say?”

“‘Wow thanks for telling us you went home’ ‘we are taking an Uber’ that was ten minutes ago” Matt chuckles as he reads the texts.

“Ten minutes ago?” You ask.

“Yeah, they’ll be here anytime soon. Why?” Matt asks.

“Matt! My clothes are still downstairs!” You say.

Matt was about to speak but he heard noise downstairs, the front door opening and some voices.

“Shit” you both say.

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satoruxx · 2 years ago

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[6:17 a.m.]

gojo satoru x reader

you’re pulled out of your dreamworld by long fingers at your forehead. they brush away a few flyaway strands of your hair before gently rubbing over your brow bone. when you attempt to peel your eyes open, you can already tell it’s too early.

it’s still dark, the sun not having graced your small room with its presence yet. but even through your sleepy gaze you can make out the brightness of satoru’s eyes. they’re uncharacteristically soft, crinkling a little as they notice you stirring from slumber. they narrow with amusement as you let out an irritated groan.

“satoru…it’s too early.”

you say his name with emphasis, and he chuckles quietly.

“i know i know. go back to sleep, pretty thing.”

your curiosity heightens, and you squint as you attempt to look at him. he looks like your boyfriend alright, with his snowy white hair, bright cerulean eyes, and lopsided smile. but he also looks familiar in a way that is oddly unfamiliar. the tight black shirt he has on accentuates his built physique, and the baggy pants tied loosely around his slim waist — it’s different.

for a second you think you see a faint scar running across his lips, but it’s gone in an instant. you’ll choose to blame it on your sleep addled brain.

“where are you going?” you mumble to him, reaching your hand out to take his own. his long fingers squeeze yours reassuringly.

“gotta go take care of something real quick.” he answers, the smile still present in his voice.

“always working.” you pout, pulling the blankets closer to your chin. “i only just got you back. you owe me for all that missed time, so don’t stay away for too long.”

satoru blinks, his smile gone before he reaches down and cups your face in his two large hands. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before leaning further down and planting one on your lips. there is no barrier between the two of you - no infinity, and he relishes in it for a second longer.

“okay sweetheart, after i come back from this i’m all yours, yeah?” he sighs, smile reappearing like it never left, though this time it is much more subdued. his fingers tremble against your skin for a second, but then you laugh and he’s back to normal.

“good.” you grin, eyes fluttering shut again. “as it should be.”

the warmth of the cocoon you’ve made is all too inviting, and you don’t have anything against falling into it. the darkness of the room and the allure of the dreamworld you were in just a few minutes ago is all too powerful. you’re just about dozing off again when satoru speaks up once more.

“i love you, sweets.” he says. there’s an odd tone to his voice now, almost somber but not quite. you’re too absorbed in sleep to really notice, but you hear him, and an easy little smile graces your face.

“mmh, love you too, ‘toru. come home soon, okay?”

your words are squished into the pillow, and satoru only smiles down at you. once more he reaches down to drag his fingers over your cheek, before pulling away. he swallows thickly, before nodding his head.

“alright baby. i’ll come back to you soon. wait for me, yeah?”

a/n: bc after today, we all needed this....

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hanfourz · 2 months ago

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— m.jh thought [✷]

🪼- this has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i had to get it out. (also making this into a longer drabble bc whew; so enjoy this little snippet ig)

warnings: suggestive towards the end, kissing

thinking abt college bsf!myungjae who has a massive crush on you. he doesn't even try to hide it, he's literally so obsessed with you. if someone is looking for jaehyun, they look for you first because wherever you are he follows not too far behind. you can't even fully recall how you two became best friends. you remember him coming into the cafe you worked at a lot with his friends, conveniently around the time you would start your shift. he was always really friendly and sweet, making conversation while he waited for his order to be finished. you remember watching him and his goofball friends bicker loudly in the middle of the coffee shop and when you'd accidentally let out a giggle he was the first to look your way. you remember him one day asking you when your shift was over and him telling you to find him in the library once you were done. since that day, you two have been practically inseparable.

finals were coming up and the two of you had decided to become study partners. terrible idea really because he didn't have a serious bone in his body. whenever he came to your dorm to "study", you two always ended up studying for maybe ten minutes max before yall were huddled up on the couch watching tv. you had to resort to studying alone once he'd left. bad decision number two was letting him convince you to come study at his dorm because his roommate would be out and you'd have "peace and quiet" (as if that was a thing around myung jaehyun). when you got there wearing a baggy tshirt and shorts, jaehyun visibly gulped. everyone but you was very aware of his crush on you and it was times like this that made it especially difficult for him. because how was he meant to act somewhat normal when you looked like that. he wasn't sure he wanted you to be aware of how he felt about you, too scared to lose you as a friend entirely.

jaehyun was even more touchy than usual, body pressed right up against yours as you two sat on his bed. touchiness wasn't uncharacteristic for him, he was like that with everyone but today it was much worse. you didn't really understand why he seemed to be attached to your hip today but you can't say you were complaining. you never minded jaehyuns clinginess, it was actually one of the things you came to rly love about him. once your (very short) study sesh was over, he offered to walk with you back to your dorm since it was dark out. you never turned down spending more time with him and you two headed to the elevator. as you walked you had started yapping to him about something going on with some friends from one of your other classes. he wasn't really paying attention though, hyper focused on the way your cut-neck shirt was falling dangerously low on your shoulder.

as soon as you two were in the elevator, jaehyun was extremely close to you again. when you looked up at him, you were shocked to see the way he was looking at you. and when his hands found the curve of your hips and he was asking to please kiss you, the puzzle pieces started to click in your head. truth is, you'd always found him devastatingly attractive but refused to entertain those thoughts, trying not to catch feelings for someone who was just supposed to be a friend. but you'd be stupid to deny him right now and you'd be a liar if you said you hadn't wanted to kiss him since that first day you saw him in that cafe. so you gave in, you let him kiss you breathless on that elevator and you invited him into your dorm when you realized that your roommate was out. you let him indulge in every lewd fantasy he'd had of you right on your very bed.

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simpjaes · 9 months ago

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ooh you should do mtl to like having clothed sex

MTL: hyung line + clothed sex

most

★ jake: listen, just...i know he would be someone so desperate to get his dick wet that he can't get his cock out fast enough. i'm talking pushing it out of his zipper and plunging right in because he neeeeeds to cum. it would mostly be with quickies though, where there's no time to praise your body or have his own body praised. in little tight spaces where the two of you definitely should not be fucking. he gets what he wants tho, with whispers in your ear while surrounded by friends like "i can just pull it out real quick, let's go to the bathroom." - additionally, i think he'd be down for clothed grinding til he cums in his pants. rubbing up against you while he spoons you, knowing you're sleepy but thankful you'll let him make a mess of his sweatpants if that's what he needs right now.

☆ jay: would think it's sexy to fuck you while you're wearing clothes, even better if it's his clothes. With his shirt riding up your chest and the cute panties he bought for you pushed to the side and stretching out painfully against your thigh. genuinely, he'd get off on certain outfits like short skirts, baggy shirts, and soft pajamas. it wouldn't be so much of a desperate thing for him, unlike jake. I think he'd still do quickies tho because again, he'd 100% get off on the outfits you choose to wear out with him and absolutely finger fuck you in the car just so he knows you're walking around dripping for him by the time you get to wherever you're going.

★ heeseung: while i think he'd get off on certain outfits you wear i also don't think he'd pay much mind to taking them off and/or if you keep your outfit on. he's probably the type to rip clothes off of you specifically because he loves the way it looks against your skin. those panties you're wearing for him? RIP. those cute tights you wore out on your date? tearing a hole in the center just so he can slide his cock in. idk, i feel if anything, he'd push your clothes up your chest and down your leg so you're mostly naked and equally restrained by them, where as he can do whatever he wants.

☆ sunghoon: TAKE THEM OFF!!! HE WANTS TO SEE THOSE TITTIES!!! no but really, i think sunghoon would be the type to only have sex where there is time (not counting foreplay, bro would absolutely be hard all day and letting you drip all day waiting for the right moment) but yeah, he's definitely taking your clothes off, he's deeeefinitely caressing and kissing every part of you, and he is abso-fucking-lutely making damn sure he leaves his mark all over you. Clothing is like, it's not exactly a turn on for him but it's not like he doesn't find you sexy in certain outfits or his clothes, i just think he's too focused on what's under those clothes to keep them on you for too long. in other words: you can spend all fucking day with sunghoon and with him being the same, normal, gentle boyfriend you're used to. but the second he gets you behind a closed door? he's taking your clothes off fucking immediately.

least

#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #jay smut #jake smut #jaeyun smut #jongseong smut #jake sim smut #enhypen hard hours

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lunarw0rks · 1 year ago

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Hiii so... I don't know how to say that but...

YOU'RE WRITING IS PERFECT, it makes me giggle and through my feet into the air!!! 😭💖

so can you please imagine ghost all whiny and needy for the reader, like what do you think about it😭😭😭

hmmm.. i don't necessarily picture whining but i can see how he'd be needy at times. especially since you two wouldn't have sex often; there are times were he's FERAL !!

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warning(s): (consensual) cockwarming/somnophilia?, thigh fucking, afab!reader

NEED | SIMON RILEY

usually, when simon gets aroused in the middle of the night, he goes to the bathroom and takes care of it. but tonight was especially difficult to stifle.

his hand just wouldn't do. it wasn't enough. he needed you.

you two had been so busy the past few days, with little time for each other. he got home a few weeks ago, and that meant he had to play catch up on all his household duties. bullshit at the bank, fixing the leaky faucet in the kitchen — and all of his work-related paperwork piled in his study.

and you, having a life of your own, weren't always sewn to his hip. it worked well that way, preventing arguments about clinginess or unavailability. when he was there, you two were great. and that was satisfactory.

after simon's eyes opened, he rolled over and stared at you for a few moments, listening to your faint snores. you slumber on your side of the bed, curled into the fetal position. each night, you sleep on his chest, but somehow end up far from him by the end of it.

tonight it wouldn't fly; he needed your warmth.

scooting closer, he rested his chin on your shoulder, pushing your back plush against his toned chest. "lovie..." he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe.

his deep tone was audible enough to wake you, even when he spoke in a hushed tone. you twitched awake, feeling the embrace of his arms tight around you; tighter than normal. "what is it, Si?" you mumbled lazily, feeling your eyelids already drooping again.

simon grinds his hips subtly, hoping to send his message without words. but all he's done is coax you back to sleep — or the halfway between.

"need y', sweetheart," he muttered, waking you once again. you grumbled, about to tell him off until you felt the hardened bulge in his sweatpants. how it rubbed against your backside needily, suddenly reminding you of how long it'd been.

sleep called you — violently. you were still exhausted from the day you had, with little to no time to get properly excited. but, my god, was his voice a treat. desperate and pleading, for a change.

without breaking your relaxation, you reached down and lifted the hem of his baggy t-shirt, where you wore nothing underneath. lifting one of your legs slightly, you reached between and palmed him; hopefully that was enough of a message.

his breathing hitched slightly, peering down and seeing your bare rear in the moonlight. he snaked an arm down and peeled back his waistband, freeing the cock you had been trying to reposition. once the clothing barrier was gone, his need was evident.

the breeze of the AC blew against his sensitive length, making him shutter. so, he was right; warmth is what he craved, not necessarily full-on sex.

before you drifted off again, he leaned up against your ear, "this alright with y'?" he teased your cheek with his oozing tip.

once again, the deep octave sent a chill down your spine. with your remaining lucidity, you nodded your head and drawled a yes. you were too comfortable to mind, and it was downright erotic to imagine.

how he'd be lazily rocking into your thighs, maybe against your cunt — all while you remain at peace. the only downside would be missing his sweet grunts and groans when he's close. if you're lucky, perhaps the sounds of his release will intrude into your dream and make it sweeter tenfold.

as soon as he heard your acceptance, he gripped the girthy base of his cock, slipping between your thighs. then, he angles his hips, so that he was also grinding between your lower lips. the natural wetness and his pre-cum made for a messy endeavor, sure to have your sex coated by the time he's finished.

when simon begins grinding his hips, your sleepy body nuzzles him, instinctively pushing further against him. your thighs clench together, engulfing his cock in the warmth he craved and simulating how blissful it was to be inside you.

into your ear, he makes his pleasure known, delicately holding the flesh of your thighs in place.

"so good, lettin' me tease you like this, baby."

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goobyngreedy · 3 months ago

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Gamzee doodles because he is.... just so me.

I also have some headcannons I'd like to share.

I think that gamzee is extremely tall and skinny. He just has a fast metabolism and no matter how much junk he eats he never gains weight. Because of his proportions his clothes fit him weird. He grew too tall for his shirts so his stomach is usually a bit exposed, but the shirt is at the same time his shirts are baggy because he's so skinny.

I also have a headcannon about karkat that he is insecure about his short round horns and used to make fake horns out of paper as a kid to wear and feel different lol.

+ bonus drawing

From when sollux just bit the dust right in front of them and karkat sobbed (like a normal person) but gamzee literally couldn't have cared less

#fanart #art #homestuck karkat #homestuck fanart #homestuck #gamzee makara #homestuck gamzee #karkat vantas #i love karkat #i am gamzee #sollux captor #headcannons #homestuck headcanon

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stillmonsterz · 11 months ago

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when you split the heart open

pairing: heeseung x reader, jake x reader (kind of)

genre: smut, angst (?)

summary: heeseung is dating the girl of his dreams. the only problem? he has to have sex with her.

warnings: unprotected sex, swearing, voyeurism, name-calling, manipulation, exhibitionism, dubcon, public sex, humiliation (?), heeseung is a cuck

word count: 5.1k

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Heeseung had a girlfriend, and she was amazing. She was pretty, smart, funny, and her body was out of this world. She had a particular vibrancy and joie de vivre that made spending time with her invigorating. She was the opposite of a dead fish in the bedroom- she was vocal, enthusiastic, and loved to please him.

He disliked having sex with her.

Sometimes he almost pitied her; she would seduce him in any way she could, winding her hips seductively, crawling towards him on the bed wearing nothing but thigh-high socks, rubbing his crotch under the table when they ate out, anything to catch his attention. Of course, he didn’t pass up a good fuck – he wasn’t insane – but it did nothing for him but provide a quick release.

It wasn’t like he didn’t love her, he did. He was convinced that someday, he could even marry her. It’s just that he found that he loved her best when she was farther away from him, someone he could admire rather than keep. Heeseung found her beautiful at 11 pm, when she would dance alone in her bedroom wearing a baggy T-shirt. Or when she would shove her face into her pillow and thrust the end of a hairbrush into her pussy. It was an amazing night when he had caught that- he had been parked outside of her apartment complex, so he got a side-view, and the camera he had set up in her closet gave him a perfect shot of her smooth legs and raised ass. The day after that, when they had had sex in his van, the memory of her chasing her orgasm got him to finish.

Heeseung was a voyeur, and he was starting to think that it was becoming a problem. And it wasn’t even a problem he could complain about; in a moment of weakness, he had told his best friend Jay that he didn’t like how frequently his girlfriend wanted sex, and Jay had heavily implied that Heeseung was gay.

He was getting really sick and tired of having to fuck his girlfriend all the time. Heeseung had suggested mutual masturbation, which backfired. It ended up being too intimate for him and it just got her hot. She had pounced on him and ridden him as if her life depended on it.

At times, he missed how things were before they started dating. He had met her at her job, and had never revisited. Instead, he had waited for her shift to finish, followed her home, and tugged himself dry while he watched her undress in her room. The curtains were too sheer, and sometimes she wouldn’t even draw them. It made him think she wanted him to see her, and the thought of that always made him harder.

She had approached him at the local grocery store, as he was buying ramen noodles. She had said that she had wanted to see him again, Heeseung had made up some excuse, and through a series of events that Heeseung hadn’t lived through so much as passively observed, they had ended up dating.

It had been eight months of dating, cuddling, and sex, and he felt exhausted. He wanted things to go back to normal, but he also loved spending time with her. So he started making up excuses to not sleep with her. Headaches, shifts at work, weird erections from his medication.

One day, a few days after their eight month anniversary where Heeseung had reluctantly eaten her out, she confronted him. They were sitting on his couch, playing Mario Kart, when she turned to him.

“Do you still like me?” she asked, voice shaky.

Heeseung shut the TV off immediately. “Huh? Of course I like you- baby, I love you.” He rested his hands on hers as they clutched the controller.

“Then why don’t you like sleeping with me?”

“No, no, I…” Heeseung hesitated. This was the perfect time to come clean. They could work things out, maybe. It would be good to get it off his chest. “Okay. Okay, I’ve been having a…problem. It has nothing to do with you, I promise.”

Her eyes were wide and glassy. She was wearing his large hoodie and a pair of dolphin shorts. She looked perfect. “A problem?”

“Yes, a problem. I…I…look. I like you. I love you. You’re my girl.” Heeseung reached out and stroked her cheek gently. “The problem is that you’re just…like an angel to me. It feels wrong when I…when I fuck you.”

“What?” It came out as a squeak, and she recoiled from his touch. “Feels wrong?”

“No, no, not that you’re wrong, it’s me, it’s that…” Heeseung sighed. “I like to look at you I like seeing you move, it’s like art come to life. It feels like when I touch you, I’m sullying something beautiful, something that needs to be kept clean.” Heeseung thought that if he made it sound more romantic and less like a paraphilia, she would be more inclined to hear him out. And to his glee, she slowly leaned into his touch again, her cheek rubbing against his hand.

“You find me beautiful?”

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever met,” he said, staring her in her luminous eyes. “Too gorgeous for me.”

“You aren’t,” she said imploringly, holding his wrist with her two hands. “Heeseung, I love you. And I really like having sex with you. Why did you sleep with me all those times if you didn’t enjoy it?”

“I did enjoy it, I did. I just…I wanted to make you happy, baby.” Heeseung kissed her forehead. “Your happiness matters the most to me. I’d do anything for you.”

“And I’d do anything for you,” she said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. He kissed her vack, cupping her face in his hands.

“Anything for me?”

“Anything, Heeseung.”

“I have an idea.”

He clambered into his room and pulled out his hairbrush. “Just…just use this to get off, okay?” He handed it to her, and she accepted it slowly, turning it over like it was a foreign object.

His girlfriend looked up at him. “Right now?”

Heeseung shook his head. “Not yet. Hold on.” He ran to his room again and found an old handheld camcorder.

She squinted at it. “You’re going to film me?”

“No, it’s dead,” he lied. “See?” He showed her the black screen. “I’m just going to use this to mimic the feeling of….uh, awayness. Like an extra screen between you and I.”

She fiddled with the hairbrush, feeling its smooth wooden end with her thumb. “Well…I mean, I’m not really in the mood right now….”

“You’re always in the mood,” he replied, frustration slowly building in him. “I swear you’re like a dog in heat sometimes.”

His girlfriend’s eyes widened again. “What?”

“You’re always asking to get fucked. You’re like a nymphomaniac, I swear. I bet you go home and hump your pillows right after I turn you out because you just can’t get enough.” Heeseung had seen exactly that from one of his midnight excursions to her place.

“I’m not a nympho-,”

“Oh, yes you are. Whores like to get fucked less than you do. I can only imagine how much you got around before I cuffed you.” He saw her shove one hand down her dolphin shorts. He raised the camera with a smile.

“I’m a whore?” Her face was flushed, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

“You’re a whore who gets off to being called a whore. Good fucking thing you’re with me, or else you would have been taken advantage of already, especially with that slutty body of yours.”

To his growing delight, she had tugged her shorts off and slipped her dainty little panties off. The end of his hairbrush slipped deftly in and out of her glistening folds.

Heeseung stopped talking, as so not too ruin the footage with his voice. He just watched her circle her clit with her manicured fingers, watched her pussy swallow the hairbrush.

“Heeseung,” she moaned, and he scowled, cutting the video short.

“Don’t say my name,” he said. “And keep your eyes shut.” When her eyes fluttered shut, he turned the camera on. He stroked himself in time with the insertion of the hairbrush. Seeing her splayed out on his couch, her head tossed back, his hoodie riding up to expose her soft tummy…it was amazing. And the fact that she didn’t know he was filming her made it all the better. It was forbidden, it was wrong, it was perfect. When she came, she nearly said his name again, but she cut herself off instead. He didn’t let himself cum, but he moaned and pretended like he did too.

Heeseung kissed his girlfriend, licked the sweat off of her face. “Perfect,” he murmured. “So perfect for me.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

The second she left his house, he sniffed the couch, the exact place where she had sat as they had played video games. Her scent was so strong; he buried his face into the faux leather and inhaled deeply. Heeseung closed his eyes, imagined her masturbating herself all alone in room, and finished all over the couch.

He was going to have so much fun.

The platonic aspects of their relationship stayed the same. They would have simple at-home dates, occasionally going out to restaurants or the movies or anywhere she liked. Heeseung didn’t really care what they did as a couple. He just liked to be around her.

They still had sex, but it had gone from several times a week to once every two weeks. It was still a dreaded task for Heeseung, but it balanced out now that they had incorporated his voyeuristic tendencies into their relationship.

On movie dates, he made sure to get tickets in a theatre with a sparse audience. Then, he would leave his seat, sitting a few rows back, and watch his girlfriend play with herself, fondling her tits and slipping a hand into her jeans. If they went to the beach, Heeseung would take her to a secluded spot, tell her to lie down on a towel, and to strip. She would sunbathe completely nude, rubbing lotion all over herself.

When she would go out with her friends, Heeseung would periodically text her, asking her to unbutton a few of her buttons, or to send him a picture of her panties. He asked her to fuck herself in public bathrooms and to send videos for proof. He would lazily stroke his cock to the grainy footage of her sliding her fingers in and out of her tight pussy. When she told him that men were hitting on her, he would text, “Good job.” Then he would tell her to unbutton another few buttons, or to part her legs as she rode the subway. What he would really like would be for her to walk around dressed in a tiny little crop top that showed the underside of her breasts and shorts that displayed her bare ass, but Heeseung knew he was already asking for a lot.

A few times, he had strapped her to his bed with rope, so that her arms and legs were bound. He had affixed a phone-controlled vibrator between her thighs, and he watched her writhe on his bed with glee. Heeseung watched her have orgasm after orgasm, and if she begged him to stop he would get angry. He would complain that she had ruined it. He would pry her mouth open with his fingers, and she would suck him off to completion. Then he would start the process over again, until her face was flushed, her legs would shake, and he could even glimpse her pussy clenching around nothing. It was fun for him, but eventually he grew tired of watching it. He had tried making it more interesting by binding her fingers in front of her hole so she could tremblingly fuck herself, but the rush of that wore off too. Heeseung needed something more, something that could sate his urges.

So he had asked for something else.

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“You want me to do what?” They were at a café, and she put down the croissant she had been nibbling.

Heeseung raised his hands. “You don’t have to do it. It was just a suggestion.”

“Heeseung, I know you’re struggling, but…nude karaoke?”

He sighed and looked away from her. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just…it’s getting hard, you know. I love you, and I feel like I’m not good enough for you. It’s really messing with me, up here…” Heeseung tapped the side of his head. “I feel like a freak.”

Her face softened, and she reached out to hold his hand. “You’re not a freak, my love. You’re just…”

“A perv who wants his girlfriend to get nude in front of strangers.” Heeseung laughed humorlessly. “Yeah, I’m really normal.”

“You’re not a perv, either.” She swallowed. “I mean…this could actually be good for me. It could help me explore my sexuality more.” She squeezed his hand and mustered up a smile. “I think we should try it?”

Heeseung didn’t allow himself to smile. “Yeah? I mean, are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she said firmly. “I want to do this.”

He leaned across the table and kissed her all over her face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re the nicest girl ever.”

That night was nude karaoke night at a local var. When they arrived, there were only a five dozen or so attendees, mainly men. They were sitting around a makeshift stage in wooden chairs that had been dragged from the surrounding tables. A woman was there, warbling a song as she swayed her hips. The men seemed bored, and Heeseung started to feel prideful. His girl, who was wearing a loose white dress and had folded her arms tightly around her chest, was so much prettier than that other woman. These men were going to shit themselves when she started to sing.

The woman finished her song, and the applause was scattered. Then his girlfriend slowly walked onto the stage, her heels clacking against the floor. Her hands were scrunched into fists. As she adjusted the mic, one man yelled, “Take your tits out, now!”

Another said, “Don’t look so shy, sweetheart.”

Heeseung was elated.

She introduced the song she was going to sing – Fade Into You by Mazzy Star. Heeseung had heard her sing that one; her voice had always sounded so melancholic, fragile, and sweet. He smiled at her encouragingly.

The intro to the song played, and she pulled her dress off, revealing her stunning body. The men whooped and cheered, hurling vulgarities at her. She tried to sing, clutching the microphone tightly, but the jeering was loud. As Heeseung scanned the small space, he saw that the men around him were either stroking their bulges covertly or outright jerking themselves off.

His girlfriend kept singing with her eyes closed. Heeseung wanted her to open them, so she could see the effect he was having on all of those men. They were all drooling after her, calling her a slut, saying that she must be tight, that they would fuck up whoever got to tap that pussy. Heeseung jerked himself off right there, joining in the orgiastic atmosphere of the cramped little bar. He watched her sing, his heart full.

When she finished, the patrons begged her to keep singing. They tossed money at her, wadded bills. She glanced at Heeseung, who nodded, and so she continued to sing, this time quietly crooning In The Mood For Love.

A man told her to play with her tits while she sang, and she did, running her thumb along her nipples. It was more than Heeseung could handle, and he came halfway through the song.

After her second performance, she hurried off of the stage, collecting some of the money before pulling her dress on. She ran out, which was smart, because the men were starting to clamor for her to do worse acts. Heeseung followed after her, and before he opened his car, he kissed her in the parking lot.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, kissing her again. “So amazing. Your voice is beautiful.”

She scoffed. “My voice?”

Heeseung shrugged playfully. “And, you know, your body. You looked sexy up there. Everyone thought so.”

His girlfriend rested her hands against his chest. “Did you think so?”

“Of course I did,” he said in a placating tone, stroking her hair. “Of course, baby.”

“You’re the only person I care about,” she said quietly.

“Me too.”

She hesitated. “Did you…like what I did? How did that make you feel, me going up there, naked, and…”

Heeseung tilted her chin up with his finger. “I loved it. I fucking loved it. I came in mere minutes. You’re amazing, baby.”

She reached out to hug him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Heeseung held her like she would slip away from him.

After that, she became different. Without even asking, she had started to wear tighter, shorter clothes. She used to go out in dresses, worn jeans, or she’d just wear his hoodies. Now, she wore bodycon dresses, miniskirts that practically gave you peeks of her ass, and she had cut her shirts up so that they displayed her midriff. It was amazing.

He liked to parade her around the mall now. The sight of men and women alike ogling his girlfriend made his cock so hard, he would walk with a limp. When he couldn’t handle it anymore, he would take her into the family bathroom, or slip into a change room and fuck her in there. Public sex was marginally better than regular sex with her, because he liked to imagine that men were fantasizing about her. He would close his eyes and imagine her naked, standing like a mannequin in a store, and all of the men who had lasciviously eyed her in the mall being forced to see her but unable to touch. It was a glorious time.

The novelty wore off after a few months, and he lost interest in having sex with her again. She could tell, and he knew that she was getting nervous. She performed at nude karaoke again, but even that did nothing for him.

He knew what he wanted from her.

On their first anniversary as a couple, Heeseung had taken her to brunch at a restaurant she had been eyeing. She wore this little black crop top with a tiny skirt, and her makeup was perfect.

Towards the end of their meal, Heeseung dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “Baby,” he began, staring her in the eyes, “you are my better half. I can’t believe I’ve been able to spend a full year with you. You’re so kind, so sweet, so understanding, and so gorgeous.” He reached out and kissed her hand, and she giggled. “You’re the light of my life. You’re my reason to go on, and you deserve the moon. Unfortunately, all I can offer you is this.” Heeseung pulled a small black box out of his jacket pocket.

With a smile so bright Heeseung swore it could cause flowers to bloom, she opened the box. She gasped when she saw the charm bracelet he had bought her. “Oh, Heeseung,” she said, covering her mouth with her hand. “This is so expensive.”

“You deserve it,” he said softly, taking the bracelet and slipping it onto her wrist. “You deserve the world, baby.”

“I have it right here,” she replied.

They shared a kiss, then Heeseung leaned into her ear. “I was thinking…we could make this anniversary even more special.”

Her lips curled into a mischievous little smile. “How?”

“You said you’d do anything for me, right?”

She pulled away from him slightly, her lips setting into a thin line.

“Right?” he asked firmly, taking hold of her hand.

“Of course,” she said frantically, “anything for you, my love.”

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The motel that Heeseung had driven them to was shoddy and sleazy. There were people outside smoking on lawn chairs, and dilapidated cars filled the parking lot. The neon sign affixed to the window flashed its name: Ethan’s Motel. Heeseung ushered his girlfriend inside, and he took note of the people populating the motel. Tweakers, men in sweaty wife-beaters.

He wondered which one would give his girlfriend the best fuck.

In the end, he told her to find someone while he set up the rooms. She asked how, and he told her to just be upfront with them. Heeseung had bought two rooms, which stunk of dust and reeked of bodily fluids. He hid a small camera in a flower pot- his girlfriend didn’t know about that – and shoved a nail through the wall to make a small hole, just to cover his ass.

Then he went to the other room to set up his laptop, which showed the feed from the camera. He set that on the small desk directly in front of his bed.

Within ten minutes, his girlfriend was leading a man into the motel room. He looked around their age and had a shaggy mop of hair. He was shorter than Heeseung, so Heeseung figured that his dick was probably smaller, too. But his girlfriend wouldn’t mind that, he was sure- who knows how much random dick she’d bounced on before they dated? Anyways, her hookup looked nice enough, but then again, he was hanging around a place like this.

“What did you say your name was?” she asked, still holding his hand. She sat down on the bed, and the guy followed.

“Jake,” he said. “And yours?”

She told him her name, and he nodded.

“Well, you’re…you’re hot as hell,” Jake said, laughing awkwardly. He scratched the back of his neck. Heeseung was getting really pissed off, but he told himself to be patient.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said lowly, tracing a finger down Jake’s chest. Heeseung shivered. “I think you know how to please a woman, right?”

Jake smirked and slowly pushed Heeseung’s girlfriend down until he was hovering above her. “Come find out.”

Heeseung watched Jake make out with his girlfriend. He watched his girlfriend lie, refusing to even touch Jake. It made him frown. She was supposed to be enjoying this. He wanted to see her in the throes of ecstasy, wanted to see her in all of her hedonistic glory.

Finally, she kissed Jake back, and he started taking his clothes off. He seemed as frantic as Heeseung was. She undressed, casting her clothes aside, and Jake was on top of her again.

Jake shifted around so that her ass was above his face as she lied on top of him. He started to lick her pussy, firmly gripping her ass with both of her hands. She started to suck him off, only licking the tip at first before throating Jake’s cock.

Heeseung whimpered, unzipping his jeans and only allowing himself minimal pressure as he palmed himself over his boxers. If he didn’t pace himself, he was going to cum before the fun truly began.

Jake continued to eat Heeseung’s girlfriend out, and Heeseung could hear his moans through the door. His girlfriend was being incredibly quiet, however, which was annoying. She pulled herself off of Jake and sat at the head of the bed. She spread her legs and looked up at Jake with empty eyes. Jake crawled towards her, and from that angle Heeseung could only see his hips moving rapidly and his girlfriend’s legs quivering. Her hands feebly wrapped around Jake and hugged him tightly as she pounded her.

Then Jake laid flat on his back and she got on top of him. The way she arched her back, practically dancing on Jake’s dick, made Heeseung moan. She gripped Jake’s shoulders and took him to the hilt, her eyes closed. Jake was holding her hips and whispering, “Fuck, fuck that’s nice, fuck.” It was annoying that this shmuck didn’t have anything better to say, but Heeseung didn’t really care. He was forcing himself to stroke himself at a snail’s pace, when all he wanted to do was rub his dick raw.

His girlfriend got off of Jake’s cock and went on all fours, so that she was facing the TV of the motel room. In other words, she was facing Heeseung’s camera. It felt like magic, like she knew or something. He couldn’t take it anymore, and Heeseung spit in his hand and started stroking himself directly. Jake kneeled behind Heeseung’s girlfriend and started ramming into her, one hand slapping her ass and the other pulling her hair back.

Heeseung took in the details of her body; the shuddering of her torso, the trembling of her arms as she steadied herself on the bed, the way that her ass pressed against Jake’s groin as he pounded into her, the way her breasts freely shook, the conflicted expression on her perfect little face, the sheen of sweat covering her from her head to her toes. Heeseung had always known that she was beautiful, but now he swore that she was an angel.

Jake panted, “I’m close, fuck, fuck!” so Heeseung rubbed his cock even faster, his other hand squeezing his balls. It was an Olympic feat to suppress his growing orgasm, but he didn’t want to mess this up. Not when his girlfriend was whimpering so prettily, when she was so consumed by her own pleasure, guilt, and embarrassment that she had probably forgotten all about the camera filming it all. Heeseung thought he might die.

With a guttural moan, Jake came in her, weakly thrusting a few more times to drain the last of his cum. Then he let her drop onto the bed, and she collapsed like a rag doll. Heeseung came as well, biting his lip harshly so he wouldn’t moan. He milked his cock with a white-hot fervor, riding out his high for as long as he could. When the aftershock hit him, all he could do was take quick gasps of air. Heeseung licked his lips and tasted blood.

Jake stroked his girlfriend’s hair, kissed her forehead, then whispered something in her ear. The sight of her limp and pliant, barely lifting her head to talk to Jake, was so arousing that Heeseung wished he had it in him to jack off again. This footage would last him for months.

As Heeseung closes his eyes to relive the memory, Jake put his clothes on. He dug around in his jacket, pulled out a few bills, and left them on her back. He left, closing the door with a soft click. Heeseung’s girlfriend remained where she was, as stiff as a corpse. Heeseung didn’t leave his motel room right away, the images in his head too vivid, too lush.

Heeseung walked inside of the motel room, and the smell of sex was intoxicating. “Baby, that was amazing- you, you were amazing.” His grin is stretched maniacally wide, and his steps towards the hidden camera were buoyant. “I came so hard, baby. It was perfect, just perfect.” He removed the camera from the potted plant and tucked it carefully into its bag.

She hadn’t said a word, just resting on her stomach. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was shaky. Poor thing, Heeseung thought, she hadn’t had a fucking like that since we got together. Poor little angel. He walked over to her and lay next to her on the bed. He kissed her over and over, holding her slick cheeks in her hands. “You’re so perfect,” Heeseung whispered. “Thank you so much, thank you, thank you. You’re amazing, thank you, thank you.”

She opened her eyes, and her apprehensive gaze made Heeseung’s cock stir. “I feel dirty,” she said, voice choked with emotion.

“No, baby,” he said, kissing her nose again. He gently crawls on top of her, circling his arms around her waist. “You’re not dirty. You’re good, so good. You’re the best. There’s nothing wrong with…with exploring. Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t you enjoy it?” His girlfriend hesitated, so he firmly said, “You enjoyed it. Right? I could tell you did.”

She nodded, bucking her head against his chin affectionately. “I did.”

“You did,” Heeseung breathed out. “I knew you would, my sweet girl.” His hand trailed down to his pants zipper, and he pulled his cock out. He gave it a few strokes, but the sight of another man’s cum coating her thighs was all the motivation he needed. “You’re the best,” he cooed, slipping inside of his girlfriend. It was so easy because she had been fucked open by Jake, and she took him so well. The only sound she made when he entered her was a soft little sigh.

Heeseung closed his eyes and thought of her face again, the contortion of her features into that portrait of debauchery. His arms remained tight around her in a stiff embrace, his cheek resting on her head. He thought about how amazing it would be to see another man fuck her again. Maybe two, three, a train of strangers having their turns with his girlfriend, his beautiful, kind girlfriend. Heeseung couldn’t have pulled out of her if he had tried as the fantasies overtake him. He finished inside of her, hot jizz clamoring out of him in spurts, and wiped his tip on one of the bills Jake left on her back. The room felt like it was spinning, and every nerve ending in his body felt alight with fire. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her neck, “I love you so much.”

Heeseung pushes the money off of her back and carries his girlfriend into the small bathroom. He placed her inside of the cracked bathtub and filled it with warm water. He left her there to get her toiletry bag, and when he came back she was staring at the ceiling. As he scrubbed her body, he pressed kisses to her skin. He washed her like a piece of alabaster pottery, washing her thoroughly. When he dried her off, he noticed that she hadn’t said a single word. “Baby?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Heeseung.”

He carried her to bed and dressed her in her grey robe. He stripped to his boxers and kissed her cheeks before he pulled the covers over them both. He pulled her head onto his chest and stroked her soft, downy hair.

He had never felt so in love.

#enhypen smut #enha smut #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year ago

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Prompt 15 with Itachi? (Person b: Itachi | Person a: fem reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, reader is in the Akatsuki along with Itachi word count: 1k pairings: Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Akatsuki!Reader prompts: Person B and Person A fucking in public and having to keep their voices down to avoid getting caught. Bonus: Person B has to cover Person A's mouth with their hand. Or their lips.

Finding any time to be alone with Itachi is quite the difficult task. The moment you joined the Akatsuki, the young man found himself so attached to you. You brought this warmth and happiness with you that other members of the Akatsuki didn’t. Despite the fact that you had gone through a very difficult and similar situation that Itachi had, you still managed to show him warmth. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Slowly this relationship blossomed into something new. It was exciting and thrilling, despite everything else going on around you. Your life was always in danger as you were an active member in this terrorist group, but you never lost hope. And your budding romance with Itachi gave you lots of hope. Life wouldn’t be normal for either of you, but it could be special while you still had time together.

It started with sweet, tentative kisses. You were a little more experienced than him, but you never shamed him for not having those experiences. Instead you relished in the way it felt to teach him how to go the next step with you when it came to physical touch and intimacy. Eventually, you took his virginity and you two fell so deeply in love with one another. Itachi was your heart and your soul, and he felt the same way about you. You were his everything. You were his meaning to live and you actually made him think he could survive this whole ordeal and be reunited with Sasuke.

But moments alone were rare and often you two would go weeks without being able to be intimate. While this did motivate you both to work hard on your missions so you could come home to one another in one piece, you also found yourselves to be incredibly pent up. It was irritating in so many ways.

One night, you feel yourself becoming much too pent up. You need Itachi to touch you, to fuck you and lick your pussy. You’re so desperate, but you know that having sex in the hideout could be incredibly risky. Your hands wander down under the blankets and you whine as you feel just how wet and wanton you are.

You freeze up when you hear your door open, but you let out a breath of relief when you see the red eyes of the Sharingan. It’s Itachi, and he seems just as pent up as you are. The moment your door is closed and locked, Itachi makes his way over to you. He crawls on top of you, his hair disheveled and out of his ponytail. His kisses are hot and fierce as he begins making out with you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he growls in your ear.

You pull him in for another hungry kiss. “I have an idea.”

He pins your wrists above your head and hungrily kisses you. His tongue slides into your mouth, silencing your mouthy remarks. He’s much too pent up to endure some of your teasing right now. He allows one of his hands to push up the baggy shirt you're wearing to bed, and he grins as he notices you’re not wearing any panties.

“You’re going to have to be quiet.” He warns you. “If you’re not, I guess I’ll just have to put you into a genjutsu.”

You gasp at the idea of him doing that to you. He’s never done it before, but you wonder if it would feel more intense that way. Instead, you nod your head and promise to be quiet. Itachi wastes no more time, he pulls down his pants and unleashes his cock from the confines of his pants.

Slowly, he lets it slide between your wet folds. It’s just a tease for the main event, but you know he’ll make you feel good. Eventually, he pushes himself into your tight hole and both of you are moaning softly. Your moans come out very breathy and you struggle with keeping quiet.

Itachi starts up at a very intense pace; the weeks without sex have been getting to him. He never knew he could enjoy such pleasures with another person. Your little walls just suck him in, trying to milk you dry. As your moans grow a little louder, he gives you a warning look.

“Anybody could walk by that door and figure out what we’re doing.” He says between needy kisses. “Is that what you want? You want one of them to find out what a naughty little cockhungry slut you are?”

The words hit you deep in your core. You tremble as the tip of his cock slams against your sweet spot over and over. Your peak is so close, and yet Itachi fucks you in a way that keeps you on that edge. With a soft voice, you beg for him to let you cum. He slams his hips into you, his hands grabbing the fat of your thighs in a bruising grip.

“Such a needy little slut,”

He begins pounding you into the mattress, and he presses one of his hands on your mouth to shut you up. It’s almost too much for him as well, as he feels his cock throbbing. His own orgasm is imminent, but he’ll hold back to make sure you get the pleasure you deserve. Your silky walls clench around him, furthering the pleasure for both of you.

“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, his lips so close to your ear.

You whine loudly, “So fuckin’ close…”

Itachi kisses you harshly, keeping you as quiet as can be as he fucks you through the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. Your legs shake and you begin creaming all over his length. He’s panting through the kiss and his balls begin to draw up. Just another thrust is all it takes to push him over the edge, and he’s painting your insides white.

He pants as he lays his head on your chest. You begin to play with his hair.

“Next time,” Itachi says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I’ll have to gag you to keep you quiet.”

#bacon.writes #Itachi x you #Itachi x reader #Itachi y/n #Itachi uchiha x you #Itachi uchiha x reader #Itachi uchiha x y/n #uchiha Itachi x you #uchiha Itachi x reader #uchiha itachi x y/n #uchiha Itachi smut #Itachi uchiha smut #Itachi smut #Naruto #Naruto shippuden #akatsuki #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki smut #6k followers event

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chosokamolvr · 1 year ago

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body worship

choso kamo x male reader

- nsfw under the cut

choso was sitting on the couch in your shared apartment. everything was normal.. except for the fact that he was wearing a muscle-tight shirt. choso always wore more modest and baggy clothing, so this was definitely something new... and hot.

as intended, the shirt made all of choso's muscles pop out. his biceps, pecs and abs were practically staring at you from across the room. the sight made you drool.. you loved it. it also made you grow aroused. the way his biceps flexed whenever he reached over the couch to get something. you could stare at him forever..

you slowly walk over to choso before kneeling infront of his spread legs. choso doesn't notice you at first, but when you kneel infront of him, all of his attention is on you.

"what're you doing?" his deep voice asks, turning you on even more. all you could do is bat your eyelashes at him in a flirtatious manner. "can i not appreciate my boyfriend from this angle?" you ask back, smiling innocently at choso. choso glares at you before replying. "this angle is lewd, [name]. you obviously want something from me." he sighed, shaking his head a little and crossing his arms over his chest.

one of your hands snake their way to the bottom of choso's shirt, tugging on it slightly. "your shirt.. it's making me so, so turned on." you whisper, a smirk playing on your lips. "your muscles just look so good in this shirt.. please let me touch your chest!"

choso debates your request for a second. he then leans back to take a look at your lower half and you weren't lying. there was a prominent boner straining against your trousers. oh choso was going to love this.

"fine. you can." the half - curse says before slipping the muscle shirt off. now, his bare chest was on full display to you, and you were definitely drooling now. choso smirked as he saw your reaction before pulling you up onto his lap. "you can touch.. or do what you like. i know you want to do more."

your eyes light up and immediately your hands latch to choso's chest. you started to squeeze and fondle choso's pecs, letting out a few 'ooh's and 'aah's as you did so.

then, your mouth attaches itself to choso's left nipple and you start sucking, moaning as you did so. you loved choso and how muscular and tall he was.. it made you feel so small in comparison but you didn't complain. you liked it.

your cock was straining against your pants as you started to grind against choso's lap. you still had his nipple inside your mouth. you were sucking on it as if your life depended on it. it was as if you were a baby, wanting your mothers milk.

as you kept grinding, you felt choso's semi-hard dick against your ass. it already felt big, way bigger in comparison to your own dick. you moaned and whined, wanting more friction. your free hand was grazing choso's right nipple, your other was on his left pec, propping it up so you could suck.

"yeah.. keep going. just like that." choso hissed out, stroking your hair gently as you grinded on his lap. "you're doing so good babe.." choso mumbled. he then threw his head back against the couch pillows, his eyes rolling back. you mewl at choso's words, starting to grind even faster, wanting as much friction that you could get.

you then remove your mouth from choso's left nipple to move it to the right, sucking again. choso's left nipple was now swolen. there was definitely going to be a bruise the next day..

then, a wave of pleasure filled [name]. you felt yourself coming on choso's lap, so your grinding died down. you removed your lips from choso's nipple, panting heavily. now, there was a wet stain in your boxers and pants.

you climb off of choso with a pout on your lips. you throw off the lower half of your clothing so you could put it to wash later. for now, you just panted on the couch. you felt satisfied with the work you had done to choso's chest.

"don't think we're finished here, [name]." choso's voice called out as he chuckled. your body shoots straight up and you can see choso is still hard - he didn't come as pathetically as you did. "i haven't come yet.." he said before leaning over you, discarding his own sweatpants and boxers, revealing his huge, hard dick. you felt so small.. but you were growing hard again. how pathetic.

.. and then, [name] wasn't able to walk the next day.

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wonillaa · 2 years ago

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enhypen and their favorite ways to keep pictures of you

heeseung and his wall decorated with pictures of you and you two together

* there’s always more every time you see him 😭

* his favorites are candid ones he takes of you

* eventually buys a camera bc he’s so dedicated

* “babe there’s so many” “i think there could definitely be more”

* when you really look at all of them there’s so many sneak pics of you sleeping or looking cute in his clothes or baggy pajamas

jay favorites every picture of you ever in his camera roll (the pictures of jungwon in his favorites crushes me) and his very expensive high quality camera is full of you

* has separate collections too

* he likes easy access to just scroll . and look at you

* he loves taking pictures and 90% of the ones he takes are of you

* kind of off topic but i think if you like getting your nails done oh he would LOVE that like he would take pics every time you get them done and have you pose and everything

*heart locket necklace with your picture inside </3

jake has you as his lock screen, home screen, and in the back of his phone case

* tbh you are just everywhere

* he is also very normal about it like he would just have picture frames of you up in his room

* shoves his phone in your face whenever he updates his lock screen

* “new favorite picture of you, look at how pretty you are”

* loves showing you off too like he will purposely set his phone down just for someone to ask about you and he gets so excited

* always posting you on his insta story with cute songs you both like

sunghoon usually just keeps you all in one collection but then has like blankets with your face on them LMAO yk what im talking about

* 100% has an i love my gf/bf shirt omg

* like majority of his pics of you are bad ones 😭

* so unserious but very much in love with you

* favorite pass time is staring at you and sighing dramatically

* “what am i gonna do you’re too pretty”

sunoo is a certified scrapbooker

* he is obsessed with making photo albums and scrapbooks of you and him

* you and the cute stickers he just loves it

* likes to listen to music and sit and look through them a lot

* also posts you on all his socials !!! he loves to show you off

* insufferable couple alert always pinching each others cheeks bc you both find each other so adorable

jungwon loves taking live photos since he has an iphone now :,(

* he likes drawing over pictures of you too, cat ears and whiskers and hearts all that 😞

* his mom helped him start a photo album with pictures of you together

* really loves taking videos of you

* he thinks they’re cuter and likes hearing your voice or laugh

niki and those .5 pictures are ALL he takes of you

* genuinely thinks they are so cute and funny he loves you so much

* feels like he would be more private with his relationship BUT

* non idol au you are seen all in his story highlights and probably tiktoks too lmao

* has a cute picture frame of you two on his nightstand

* takes at least one pic every time you’re together bc he loves looking back on the memories

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suckerforblondeathletes · 11 months ago

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Paige Bueckers Headcannons

I have said this once, and I’ll say it again, she is the clingiest girlfriend in the world. This girl with hang on you like a sloth. She hugs you around you waist 24/7, hand on your thigh, kissing you everywhere, (face, lips, temples, cheeks, forehead) doesn’t matter who is near. She is touching you.

She lives for forehead kisses. She thinks they mean so much more than normal ones. It’s just something about them that’s comforting for her.

Bragger bragger bragger. She brags about you to everyone she possibly can. Interviews, teammates, even Geno. Everyone knows that you walked with your left foot and not your right this morning. She is just obsessed with you and wants the world to know about you and your accomplishments.

Speaking of accomplishments, when you win something, or good things happen in your life, it impacts her almost more than you. She starts tearing up (says she’s not) but she is and she is just so proud of you and loves you so much. Once again, everyone will know about it.

She knows and remembers she smallest things bro. Like your first kiss, first time you wore her jersey, first date, birthdays, favorite and least favorites. The list goes on. She also remembers every order you have ever fucking made. Like you ordered Starbucks last week, yeah you said you liked the amount of whipped cream in it and the size.

It’s giving Adam Sandler. Like she doesn’t dress up to fancy ever. Like yall are going to a nice dinner best believe she is not wearing no dress or heels. She is wearing some type of baggy pants with an over sized shirt.

Def the type to be tough around others and super soft for you. Like puppy eyes for you and begging for kisses and cuddles. But around others she acts like that Paige doesn’t exist. Maybe azzi sees it. But not the rest of the team. ( or so she thinks)

#paige bueckers head cannons #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #Paige x Reader #uconn wbb #wbb x reader

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kat-tastrophe · 16 days ago

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This is a fantasy storyish post sorry I'm not the best at writing if someone better wants to rewrite this better just tag me.

But the concept is gaining like 3lbs and hr for 24 hrs, rapid but slow wg.

Id wake up and get ready for work, I wouldn't know anything would happen. Work goes normaly the first 4rs. 12 lbs probably wouldn't be noticeable by me or my coworkers, maybe id have to loosen my belt a little, but at this point, I'd think it's bloating. The second half of my shift became a little more noticeable but not obvious yet. Im a little larger at 24lbs in the 8 hours I've been awake, but it wouldn't show anywhere obvious that a coworker might point out other than my stomach. Maybe they'd think I'm pregnant or bloated, but who knows. My clothes do feel a little tighter than normal, but all clothes, even my size, are baggy on my small frame. I end my shift and go home 24lbs heavier, weighing a total of 136 lbs. I make some lunch and play games and do whatever chores I need to the first hour Im home. I'd make myself lunch and eat it only just noting after that I'm a bit bigger but oh it's probably just bloating. Then i boot ip my computer to play videogames or watch a show. And 6hrs pass as I play games slowly my clothes feel tight and my shirt rides up as 15 hours have passed. My tits increase in cup size. My belly starts to be noticeable as I've gone from 112 to 157 since the morning. My thighs start hugging the pants. I go to take a shower and make dinner when I realized how big I've become. My thighs jiggle as I walk tot he kitchen and my belly bounces. I don't tend to look down and so I play the bouncing of my body as a mind game till after I cook dinner. I sit down to notice that my thighs are covering the chair and my belly is on my lap at this point I'm 160lbs my 5'7" is visibly overweight. I eat my dinner and go to the bathroom to shower. I feel as my body is definently heavier. I start to freak out what do I do. What are my friend and coworkers going to think. I get to the bathroom to see as my clothes are snug on my body my belly is showing and my ass is partly hanging out if my jeans which look plastered on. My 00 jeans are screaming. As my ass is posting out the back and I'm probably a size 6 or larger at this point. I struggle to take off my clothes like removing a sausage from it's casing my body feels instant relief I didn't know i needed. I there are red rings now from where my clothes where hugging me. I also notice stretch marks on my thighs belly and sides that weren't there this morning. I freak out as I dont know what to do. Maybe It's just an allergy or something as I'm not in pain I decide I'll go to the doctor in the morning. I take a shower washing my now slightly chubby body. Feeling as it's softer and squisher. My have gone from an a cup to a b cup and my ass jiggles with every moment of my legs. I finish up and decide I will go to bed as maybe it's just exhaustion. I put on my pjs and my once baggy pjs feel like they fit. I go to sleep as I slowly gain more weight through the night. I wake up and my belly is resting on my lap when I go to sit up. My 112 frame buried under 72lbs of fat. I look massive to how I was just the day before. I love the feeling of the warmth and jiggle of the fat, I decide I'll postpone the trip to the doctors. I put on the largest clothes I have and head to the mall to get some new cloths not knowing how long this will last.

#feedee belly #feedee encouragement #feedee feeder #feedee girl #feedee piggy #feeder wanted #looking for a feeder #queer feedee #trans feedee #dumb slvt #wg text #wg story #wg fantasy

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catbolt · 21 days ago

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— FLORIDA KILOS

[SOUNDTRACK] Florida Kilos - Lana Del Rey || ▶︎

Business trips with Sylus are atypical.

[TAGS] sylus x female mc, angsty fluff?, brief smut, canonical sylus but he also sells drugs

[A/N] written very topically in key west cause my vacation would have been sm better with sylus (i need to touch grass)

[WC] 1.2k

songfic 2/?

They touch down in the late afternoon, the sun barreling down over the horizon dramatically like a ball of hellfire, sending ricocheting red tongues of flame out over a turquoise ocean. She feels the ground rumble as the wheels kiss the pavement, Sylus’ strong hand wrapping around her waist to secure her as they roll to a stop.

They step out into the Florida sunset, deplaning onto his private hangar. His arm remains around her waist the entire while, the only sound other than the whirring plane engines being the clank of his rings against each other as he hoists their bags over his shoulder. They descend onto the tarmac. She looks up at him, his face inscrutable behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

She doesn’t get Sylus, not really. Every time she thinks she does, he does something so unexpected that she has to rework her entire understanding of him. Like when he takes extended time to pet the stray cat outside the hotel, or makes casual conversation with the bellhop with a broad and genuine smile on his face. A smile that falls immediately the second the door falls shut behind them, and he proceeds to immediately check the entire room for bugs and arm himself with a gun from his luggage.

Still a business trip, sweetheart, he murmurs softly as he sees her eyes trained on the way he tucks the pistol onto the stomach band holster beneath his t-shirt. Need to make sure I’m keeping you safe.

She knew about the protocores and weapons. What she didn’t fully grasp until now was that when Sylus once told her he had his hands in a lot of pies, he also meant drugs. That was why he'd taken her to Florida. She catches him on tense calls late at night, tapping into security feeds to scrutinize black cars carrying god knows what illicit substances and paraphernalia through back alleys, even rifling through miscellaneous vials and baggies that are shoved into a suitcase he tells her not to open. She ignores it for the most part. She’s learned to push down the moral ambivalence that stirs up whenever she thinks about what Sylus actually does for a living, the mix of guilt and confusion and frustration at her complete inability to reconcile two halves of the man she loves.

When they’re on the beach together, she just pretends they’re just a normal couple on vacation. She relaxes in the warm ocean, feeling Sylus’ eyes on her all the way from their cabana where he sits, preferring the shade. The corner of his mouth quirks into a barely-there smirk as she exits the water, taking in her swimsuit-clad form as he sips on a glass of dark rum. The second she’s close enough, she’s in his arms, his thumbs rubbing circles into the salt still lingering on her skin, his sun-flushed nose nuzzling into the place where her neck meets her jaw. He murmurs unintelligible nothings into her soft skin, more for himself than for her to hear.

He doesn’t tell her details of the business he's here on in an effort to keep work time separate as much as possible, though she can see it weighing on him each time he gets back to the hotel room after one of his “meetings." HIs face always look tired, but quickly softens into a gentler expression when he sees her, and he envelops her in his arms, peppering fluttering kisses over her face and neck. He deftly sidesteps the majority of her work-related questions to ask about her days instead. It’s not because he underestimates her– he’s just unshakably devoted to her protection, and the less she knows, the safer she is.

She doesn’t get him when he insists repeatedly that it’s just a business trip, but makes a continuous and purposeful effort to make sure she’s having a good time, that she’s enriched and well taken care of. The days he’s gone early in the morning, she wakes up to notes on the nightstand: Got you tickets to the museum, if you want to go today. Or I think you should visit the beach while I’m out. I’ve set up a driver to take you at noon. He insists on private charter planes, private drivers, private security, private beaches and excursions for her, ensuring she’s fully surveilled every second she’s out and about while he’s away.

Only when he’s back at the hotel with her does he ease up a bit, dismissing security detail for the night, taking her out on the town holding her hand tightly all the while. He buys her all the mai tais and mojitos she asks for, walking her home with a protective hand on her as she stumbles giggly through the streets, hands toying in the strings of her bikini beneath her cover-up.

When he lays her on the bed, French balcony doors blown open haphazardly by the wind, the sound of the waves battering softly against the shore and the chirp of cicadas are the only sounds other than their breathing. He removes each piece of her clothing slowly, tantalizingly, not with the intention to tease (though that is inevitably the resulting effect) but more because he simply cherishes each millisecond he spends uncovering another sliver of her body, each inch of her he reveals sending a shiver through him like he's discovering a secret. He worships her with slow wet kisses, his hands following close behind everywhere his lips have touched, soothing the skin that blooms purple and red with gentle caresses. He grips her hips softly when he enters her, exhaling a deep and heavy sigh, rocking back and forth achingly slowly with his eyes closed in bliss. He holds her securely in his arms with one hand on the small of her back and the other behind her neck, fingers pressing into her skin, each fingertip of pressure sending hot spears of desire deep into her body.

She doesn’t quite understand the loving things he whispers into her ears in times like this. She doesn’t get where it comes from, the rare, delicate softness in his words so strikingly absent from the way he talks to anyone else— so beautiful for me, my dove, I worship you, my gorgeous girl…

Afterwards, he stands on the balcony, cigarette clamped between his lips as he stares out over the ocean, hair damp from the shower and towel slung low over his hips. He swirls a glass of whisky in his other hand, tendrils of smoke clawing their way into the tepid night air through his teeth. Faint music from the nearby bars mingles with the sound of gentle waves upon the shore, so soft it sounds almost like ripples, like rain.

When he’s in his head like this she knows better than to ask him what he’s thinking. Instead, she just comes up behind him, standing not too close or too far, resting her elbows on the banister. They both watch the starlight freckle the surface of the ocean outside.

I love you, Sylus mumbles. It’s what he always says when he doesn’t know what else to. The utterance is so quiet it’s nearly drowned out by the sound of the water, but she catches it, just barely.

I love you too.

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