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˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Digitally Yours ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟMoira x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Your 1 year anniversary is fast approaching and what better way to celebrate it than going back to the place that started it all.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Stay Ready (What a Life) - Jhené Aiko, Kendrick Lamar

Previous chapter: 6

Notes: Last chapter of this fic and i’m feeling happy yet sad TT. This is the first fic I’ve actually committed to and finished!! I had a ton of fun with this fic and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did. I might write an epilogue for life while they live together c; You’ll just have to look out for that hehe, please enjoy 🩷

❤︎ Chapter 7: Domestic

After the initial week Moira spent with you, you found that her visits to your home were more frequent. She was there multiple times a week, sometimes even everyday, not that you were complaining.  She couldn’t bear to be away from you for too long or else she’d start to miss you too much. Everything from your cute mannerisms, the way you rambled on and jumped from topic to topic, to how you paid attention to her and hung on to her every word. She loved and adored you so much she was thinking of popping the question–not the big one… yet, but to move in together. The time in which you had started dating began to fly by and soon enough, it was almost a year since you had been dating.

Today was one of the elusive days where she wasn’t cuddled up with you, unfortunately she had a long day at the lab and ended up heading straight home afterwards. She was not completely deprived of seeing you though because as soon as she got home she heard the tell-tale chime of the ringtone she had picked out specifically for when you called. It rang throughout her home and she set her possessions down before answering. “Mo ghrá, how did you know I was craving your divine presence?” She murmured, exhaustion clear in her face. You giggled softly and her heart fluttered, “Oh you know… a little birdy told me you might wanna talk tonight.” You supply after a beat of silence. She shook her head softly, finally sitting down in her luscious armchair in her living room.

“Who’s this little birdy? Do tell, darling.” She teases, her slight accent peaking through. “You caught me! There was no birdy, I just wanted to talk to you.” You give up almost instantly, you knew from her texts that she was having a rough work day, so you put your mind to work to think of something that might relieve her stress. “I have a surprise.” You look at her, narrowing your eyes slightly as your lips curled into a devious smile. Now that Moira looked closer, your hair and makeup were done up, and if she wasn’t making things up, it reminded her of how you used to look when you would cam. “Well now you’ve got my attention…” She trailed off, leaving room for you to reveal your surprise.

Pink and perfectly manicured nails crept up to the zipper of your hoodie and you began pulling it down painfully slow. You peaked up at the older woman through your thick lashes and bit back a smile as she struggled to stay silent. Her eyes flickered from your fingers, to your chest, to your face in a frenzy as you teased her. You decided to get to the point and fully unzip your sweater, revealing the most angelic lingerie set Moira had ever seen you in. To put it simply,  you took her breath away. You were adorned in a white lacy balconette bra completed with a dainty bow in the center that cascaded down your soft tummy. Where the bow ended, your skimpy little panties started. White ruffles hugged and squeezed at your hips, accentuating your curves deliciously. A garter belt was secured around your waist and Moira couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down to where the little clips of the garter belt held up sheer thigh high stockings. Her mouth almost watered at how your plump thighs slightly spilled over the top of your stockings.

You could tell you hit the jackpot with this set because the other woman was genuinely dumbfounded. You pouted slightly to tease her when she didn’t compliment you with words, and she snapped out of her stupor. “Pardon me doll, it's just that I didn’t want to be vulgar with my first thoughts when you revealed yourself to me.” Her words made you blush of course, but you cleared your throat to cover the fact before speaking, “Well what do you think now?” She pushed her hair out of her face with her dexterous fingers, but a strand still made its way back to her face and you were about to combust. Your girlfriend was the most attractive person on the planet. You almost missed her words because you were too busy ogling her. “What do I think? I think you look like an angel.” She began, “I wish I could be there to admire you in person, but don’t worry, next time I’m in your presence I’ll show you just how beautiful I think you are.” Your heart beat wildly, and you didn’t think it was possible to feel butterflies like this after dating for almost a year, but the way your partner spoke to you made you feel like you were falling in love all over again. 

“Just show me now then.” You say simply, scooting back slightly so she could have a better view of your full body. Your eyes widened briefly as a thought popped into your head. This almost felt like an old stream, so you muttered a username you never thought you would again. “Doctorsorders, please help me feel good.” You say with a slight tilt of your head as you part your thighs slightly. Moira chuckled softly as her head fell back in disbelief. “Oh how I never thought I’d hear that again. You little minx, you know exactly what you’re doing.” She teased gently. She played along though exactly how you wanted her to, you had her wrapped around your finger and she enjoyed every moment of it. 

-

After your little escapade on the phone with Moira the both of you were tired out and just missed each other, but you settled on sleeping on FaceTime with one another. After showering and getting ready for bed, the two of you joined each other once more to snuggle into your respective beds. You would have preferred if she was there with you, but you couldn’t blame her for not wanting to make the commute to your home after a long day. You had gotten cozy in an oversized t-shirt and your comfiest panties before slipping under the covers with Moira on the tiny screen in front of you. 

“My love, did you like the show I put on for you? I hope I could help you relax after work.” Sincerity dripped from your saccharine tone. She nods simply, “Of course, I enjoyed watching you come undone under my guidance as well.” You thrust your face into your pillow and whine softly. The pillow muffled your embarrassment, thank God. “You weren’t so composed either Miss ‘Just like that, oh your so divine!’” You mocked her words from earlier as she pleasured herself to the sight of you. She cleared her throat in an attempt to save herself, but you were already snickering at her. “I suppose I’ll never give you what you want again. No more kisses, cuddles… my fingers curling into you. None of that.” She feigns seriousness. “Okay, okay, okay… I won’t tease you anymore, even though you probably love it.” You surrender to her easily. “I do love it, little dove, just not as much as I love teasing you back.” Your eyes roll on their own and you can’t help it. Moira really was a tease.

Sleepy conversation flows between you easily, as always, and the topic of your anniversary comes up. “Mo grhá our anniversary is tomorrow, what do you say I come over?” She suggests. You nod your head enthusiastically at the idea, your head was already running wild with ways to surprise Moira other than the gift you had already gotten for her. The dainty silver band you had bought would serve as a promise ring for her, and of course you got one to match. You were already giddy and nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement to give it to her, but before you could say anything she spoke up again, “I don’t want you to do anything baby. Please let me do the surprising and planning this time.” You groan dramatically, but comply… partially. “Okay, but I already have something for you, so that doesn’t count. Starting now I’ll let you do all the work.” You wink at her and she laughs softly, “That’s more like it, dove. Now we better sleep before it’s too late. I want you to be well rested for tomorrow.” Her words were gentle, but firm in a way that left no room for arguments, but you agreed anyway. You were already beginning to feel tired from earlier, so sleep came naturally to you. In no time you were lulled to sleep by the sight of Moira and her soft breathing through the phone.

-

The next morning you woke up to soft knocking on your door and a blank screen. You frowned at the sight and groaned out of frustration of being woken up so early. You reasoned that Moira must have accidentally ended the call, but didn’t want to disturb your sleep by calling again. When the knocks persisted, you sighed and slid off of your bed to retrieve a pair of shorts from your drawers so you wouldn’t accidentally flash whoever was at your door. Once you opened the door, all of the irritable feelings you had dissipated as you saw your love standing on the other side of the door. “Baby!” You cooed as you flung your arms around her neck and brought her into a tight hug. “Why didn’t you just use your keys?” Confusion washes over your face as you recall the spare keys she had.

In a way that was uncharacteristic for Moira she smiled sheepishly before looking to the side, “I wanted to see you so badly, I left with everything but the keys, my apologies, love.” You shook your head with a giggle, “It’s okay. Anytime I see you I’m happy, even if it is 7 in the morning.” The taller woman scoops you up into her arms and your legs wrapped around her waist easily as she carries you back into your home and onto the couch. The two of you plop down and you situate yourself onto her lap before nuzzling into her neck. Fatigue washed over you again, since you were woken up a bit earlier  than you would have liked to be, even if it was by your beloved. “Dear, let me carry you to your bed, there are a few things I need to retrieve from the car.” You make a noise adjacent to a whine, but it was muffled by her neck. “I know darling, it’ll only be a minute though, then I’ll join you in bed.”

Reluctantly you agree and she settled you back under the covers before bringing in the ice chest she had packed for your outting later in the day. Moments later you felt her body slot against your own and you instantly melted into her. Your back pressed against her chest and she wrapped her strong arms around you and held you impossibly close to her. “I’ll wake you in a few hours, dove.” She whispered before kissing the back of your neck. You barely registered what she said, but hummed in agreement anyway before letting yourself fall back asleep.

A little over 2 hours later you were awoken by the woman behind you running her hands on your sides and whispering a soft, “Wake up, darling.” Your eyes flutter open and this time you feel well rested, Moira seemed to have that effect on you. “Did you sleep too?” You questioned her as you turned around to face her properly. Your legs wrapped around her waist easily and you clung to her. “Just for a moment, I guess I was looking forward to today too much to sleep.” She confessed, and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. Your nose scrunched up in faux disgust as you teased her for being sappy. 

“I’m sure you’ll be equally sappy when you find out what the plans are for today.” She teases back. The two of you lay together for a few more moments before finally dragging yourselves out of bed to eat breakfast. Moira had made acai bowls for the special occasion and you couldn’t be more happy. Your sweet tooth was satisfied for the time being and you rose to collect both of your bowls to wash before she stopped you and grabbed them herself. She tutted quietly before shooing you off to get ready. She had told you to wear something you would be cool in. You opted for the light blue gingham romper that you had recently bought. You tied the strings that made up the straps into bows on your shoulder and adjusted the ribbons that sat at your thigh. The romper was completed with delicate ruffles along your thighs and you decided that you looked like an absolute doll.

You swiftly moved on to makeup and hair with your signature look, and after over an hour of getting ready you peaked your head out of your bedroom door to see Moira situated on your couch watching whatever show she had chosen to occupy herself while she waited for you. A smile played on your lips as you met her eyes and she beckoned you to come to her. “Oh you sweet-thing. You look lovely. Is this new?” Her thin fingers tugged on the hem of your romper and you nodded in confirmation. “I bought it last week, but I haven’t gotten the chance to wear it, and today is the perfect day so…” You trail off slightly. “Very well then, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to freshen up as well.” You hit her arm slightly and giggled, “You had all this time to get ready, and you wait until I’m done?” There was no malice in your voice of course, you were just jesting at her.

“Forgive me, mo grhá, I’ll be just a moment.” She slid an arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head before disappearing into your bedroom. True to her word, she was out in no time in a flowy button up and a pair of fitted slacks. Your eyes wandered to how the shirt hung off of her shoulders and how her exposed collarbones looked so kissable. You just can’t resist and you shuffle over to her before planting sticky, lip gloss coated kisses all over her collarbones and neck.

“Now you can’t wipe those off!” A devious little smile made its way to your face. “Luckily where we’re going, I won’t have to hide the evidence of your affection…” She explains quickly before heading to the kitchen to retrieve the ice chest she had brought in while you were asleep. Your face lit up at the sight and you assumed the two of you would be going on a picnic similar to the one of your first meeting. She started ushering you to the door, but just before leaving you remembered the promise rings. You shooed her away to the car, reassuring her that you had forgotten something before rummaging through your drawer to find them. You slipped them into your purse and rushed out the door to meet her in the car.

Your suspicions of going on a picnic were confirmed once you started on the path to the beautiful park with the huge clearing, just like the first time. She let you be in charge of music for the car ride, so the vehicle was filled with soft melodic tunes that felt like they would set the tone for the rest of the date. You rested your chin on your hand as the park came to the view before sneaking a look at the woman beside you. She parked under the shade and as you began unbuckling your seatbelt and reaching for the door handle, she gently grabbed your hand and shook her head. “Let me set everything up first, I’ll come get you once everything is done.” She looked utterly serious and you didn’t question it, but instead hummed in agreement. You wondered what she had in store for you.

-

After taking the ice chest all the way to the clearing she came back to the car to retrieve the rest of the items she had brought for the anniversary. “I trust there was no snooping, right darling?” She questioned as she searched your eyes for an answer. “Never, Moira. Whatever surprise you have for me must be big if you’re being so quiet about it.” Your sweet voice was all she needed for reassurance.

As she carried everything back to the blanket she had set up, she felt her heart beating at a faster pace than she realized before. She was about to ask you to move in with you, hell she had already bought the house. She was sure you would say yes, but what if you thought she was trying to rush things, or what if you were sad you wouldn’t be living in your home anymore. There were so many things she felt would go wrong, but she shoved those worries to the back of her mind and slipped the key ring she had bought for you into her pocket, along with a jewelry box containing a necklace. She exhaled in a loud huff before deciding she had spent enough time worrying and she wanted to finally go get you.

-

Out of the corner of your eye you could see your lover making her way to you and you couldn’t contain your excitement anymore. You burst out of the car, making sure to grab your purse with the rings in it. She extended her hand to you, and you grabbed it with no hesitation as she guided you to the picnic spot. A gasp escaped your pretty, glossy lips as you saw what she had laid out for you. There was a huge picnic blanket with a large ice chest in the corner filled to the brim with your favorite foods. There were containers of sushi that had extra ice packed around it to ensure it stayed fresh, an assortment of watermelon, peaches, strawberries, and other fresh fruit, and an abundance of home made sweets that you were sure Moira spent hours on. In the center laid a large bouquet of pink and white flowers that had a similar feel to the one you had given to her. Glasses for whatever drink she had brought sat next to the ice chest and sprawled out over the blanket were soft and luscious pillows for comfort.

You looked at her like she held the stars in the sky and you knew that there was absolutely nobody else for you in this world except for her. She guided you to sit down and you obliged easily, “What a gentlewoman…” You giggle softly as you take a seat, she followed suit right after. “Anything for my love.” She mused before handing you the bouquet for you to inspect. Pink peonies for luck and prosperity, baby’s breath for purity and love, pink orchids for femininity and grace, and daisies for new beginnings. She explained every little meaning to you, and you almost teared up at how thoughtful the older woman was. “You know it's funny,” she started, “I went to the same florist as you. She saw you on my phone since you’re my screen saver and her face lit up.” She recalled fondly. “She helped me pick out flowers that reminded me of you, of us. She even told me about how you were gushing over me to her.” Your cheeks heated up almost instantly, you had said some quite incriminating things. “Well everything I said I still feel to this day.” You confess, daring to look her in the eyes.

“I do have one question though… Why did you pick out a flower that represents new beginnings?”  She noticed how you pursed your lips cutely before snapping out of it to answer. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a key ring adorned with a dainty ribbon. Attached to the ring was a singular key. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wanting an explanation. “Would you do the honor of moving in with me, my sweet love?” Your eyes light up and you nod your head vigorously. “Of course!” You nearly jump into her arms and the two of you tumble onto the soft blanket. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me.” You mumbled into her chest before planting a soft kiss on her lips. 

“Well your dream has come true I suppose.” She chuckled softly. “I found a home for us that is close to your current home, I knew you wouldn’t want to move too far away from work.” Your eyes widened in surprise as she detailed the location, you had wondered how long it would take her to get to her lab now. It was as if she could see the worry flash across your soft features, so she reassured you that it was a happy medium between workplaces. Maybe she was being a bit generous when she said happy medium though because it was much closer to the cafe than her lab. Details, details. 

You both chatted about your new home as you munched on all of the food Moira had packed. She really knew you because everything she had described to you sounded like the perfect home. You’d think about selling your home and how long it would take to move later, but for now you enjoyed the present and the giddy feeling that settled in your stomach. “What about rent? Should we go 50/50?” It was a valid question in any universe where you weren’t dating the older woman, but she seemed to have everything covered. “I own the home, little dove. I don’t want you to worry your pretty little head about anything.” She cooes as you pout at her. “Don’t give me that look.” She placed her hand on your chin and pulled you in for another kiss. You would be lying if you weren’t in absolute awe at the way Moira had everything planned for the two of you. You were overjoyed at the prospect of living with her, and you couldn’t wait to actually spend everyday with her. It wouldn’t be too different from how things were right now, but now you would be coming home to her and vice versa.

-

After a large portion of food had been cleared by the two of your hungry stomachs, you finally reached into your bag to retrieve the gift you had gotten her. “Happy anniversary…” You trailed off as you handed her the red velvet box. You urged her to open it and when she did, a look akin to a lovesick puppy struck her face. She held up the thin band of silver and admired it in its full beauty. “It’s a promise ring. I have a matching one, see?” You giggled as you held out your hand to show her. You reached to grab the ring from her and slid it onto her finger with ease before bringing her hand up to place a soft kiss on it. “Now we match.” 

Moira found herself speechless at the thoughtfulness of your gift and she scooped you up into what seemed to be the millionth hug of the day. “Thank you, my heart. You Have no clue how much I cherish this. One day I’ll buy you the real thing though.” She buried her head into the crook of your neck and just breathed in your sweet, floral scent as the two of you laid together in the warm sun. Your heart felt extremely full and you thought to yourself that there was no better way to spend the anniversary. She had been so caught up with your gift though, that she had forgotten all about the necklace she picked out for you. She presented you with a dainty silver chain that was complete with a little dove charm. That’s exactly what she called you all the time. “Put it on for me?” She couldn’t say no to your saccharine voice and reached for the jewelry to secure it around your neck. She was impossibly close as she reached around your neck to clasp it shut. Once she was done she sat back and adjusted the pendant to be in the center.

You marveled at how gentle she was today, not that she wasn’t all the time, but there was a newfound tenderness in all of her actions that you found endearing. “Thank you, Moira. Seriously, you have made this the best day of my life.” You poured your heart to her and she carried the same feelings in her own heart.​​ “There will be many days like this to come for as long as we’re together. I won’t let you go, my little dove.”

[screampied]

𝜗𝜚 B- BIRTHING HIPS ?!

☆ sum. no one expects the pretty sweet wife ( you ) to have such good birthing hips! not even him. gojo, toji, sukuna, nanami, choso, geto.

wc. 5.9k

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationships, ex-husband! toji, semi-public (nanami), bręeding, riding him ‘till he breaks, cowgirl + reverse, cęrvix kissing, reader with the STAMINAAA, (1x) usage of "mistress", squīrting, ass worship, spīt, shotgunning (toji), size kinks.

SATORU ★ GOJO.

“h- hah, ooh sweets,” satoru would swallow thickly, every sticky digit on his fingerprints tightly gripping into the bare soft flesh of your fidgeting ass.

you swerved in seductive circles, maintaining direct eye contact while he’s stuffed inch after fat inch inside of you.

as hurried, shallow pants leave his glossed lips, satoru gives your ass a playful little spank, encouraging your tempo to accelerate with quicker hits against his lap.

“when you said you.. had a birthday present for me i-” and his voice sheepishly lowers, feeling an incoming moan travel its way up his parched throat at you suddenly surprising his face with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses. “i didn’t think y’meant your ah- hips..”

“you complaining, ‘toru?” you’d cheekily hum, combing a few fingers through his perfect hair. your ears instinctively perked at the cute, small sound of satoru’s mewl just from you running a few digits down his overly tender scalp.

your cunt was just sooo unfair-

it swallowed each inch, feeling your gripping walls wring him tight like a vice every single time..

you even spot sparkly tears glossing on his glittery lashes from the immense, raw pleasure.

“n- no! no, ‘m never complaining, promise,” he’d speak in a rush, melting right as your lips sneak a wet kiss against his mouth. a string of saliva cowardly runs away from both pairs of shimmery lips before you feel him shiver underneath you.

you were perfect- and satoru was the one who thought he had the most stamina. in reality, though, it was you. the two of you ended up losing track of time—and it’s probably been hours upon hours of you riding your husband into straight blissful oblivion.

you’re so up close that you had a clear view of him, drinking up his pretty, vocal moans as you attack his lips once again with a three-second kiss. “a- ah, i just—” he stammers, pawing sweaty palms at your ass.

you were just so ruthless- your rear, your hips, your fuckin’ knees… you just knew no bounds..

you rolled your waist in a way where it gave him a plethora of shivers. you moan, feeling the prints of his sticky fingertips dig into your skin as his tip thrashes its way around your cunt. “i.. i forgot- forgot- what i was gonna,” he’d whine, whitish brows curling into an arch. “my god-” he hiccups.

just as your hips dip inward, proudly taking in every fat inch inside of you deeply, he knew that this was it.

satoru was seeing white—not only seeing white, but he was shooting it too.

creamy gooey wads that drizzled inside of your cunt, filling you to the very brim with his lustrous knot. his cum pours inside of you oh-so sloppily and you gasp as your jittery legs forcibly cling onto his thighs like paste.

sharp pounds of skin were rough - barbarically slamming against each other at full speed even while he was still cumming.

with the sole help of your hips, you’d turn the strongest into the whiniest..

he’s whining once he continues to spray such thin ribbons inside of you, filling your cunt to capacity with seed as his right thigh grows limp.

satoru’s flushed- and his jaw was cutely dropped with his eyes bulging wide out of their sockets. it was as if your ass moved in slow motion—you were still riding him but the temp was much, much slower..

his long limbs slowly spread themselves apart as you straddled over him, staring intently into his eyes with an impish smile. satoru’s panting just as much as you. you peer at how his snowy-white hair’s all ruffled - nearly matted as he awkwardly runs a hand through.

“aw,” you’d press another kiss against his twitching mouth, feeling his naturally glossed lips tremor beneath yours. it was so, so much- and your cunt stored every velvety drop. satoru felt your ass greedily rounding itself back onto his leaking cock as you planted your palms on his chest.

his heart-

it’s racing, and he could barely even look you in the eye. satoru was embarrassed, but he didn’t want you to stop. not now - not ever.

you knew that for a fact because a small pout started to crease against his thin pink lips once, he felt your hips coming to a devastatingly slow. “why’s the pout, birthday boy? still not satisfied?”

“h.. how can i not be with those unfair hips,” satoru moans, taking pauses for each gulping breath as if was going to be his last.

strong, brawny arms wrap around your waist before he pulls you close, feeling a bubbly white ring coat its way around his thick base. satoru grunts at your hips coming to their final concluding stop, and he smacks a hand against your ass.

he looks down between the white mess that paints between thighs, moaning at the sight of your stuffed cunt before sighing deeply. “mhm- so perfect. h- happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”

as you writhe around his cock that’s still languidly emitting out such thick ropes from the gummed inside, you pepper his face with kisses. satoru moans at your touch as his hands reel your hips back into him.

“y’know, for the strongest, you really gotta work on your stamina,” you tease, watching that same pout gloss against his lips. satoru’s groaned silently as he pumped you full of chalky amounts that forevermore continued to ooze down the sides of your legs. you hovered over him, brushing a soft thumb over his cheek before leaning in to whisper against the shell of his ear. “how ‘bout we do every round for every year you turned, including today?”

“heh- sweets,” satoru tilts his head, doing the quick math in his head for about a millisecond before he pulls you into his beefy chest. a scarred hand guides a warm path down your arched back as he inhales your scent—huskily grunting into your neck before chuckling. “then we’d be goin’ for like.. thirty-four rounds.”

“exactly,” you coo, and satoru ogles as you remove his blindfold that lazily hung just above his eyes. bawling it into your first - you put it into his mouth and he lets off a muffled groan. satoru falls back against the satin-covered pillows of the bed with the flesh of your bare ass still in his hand before he blinks thrice.

oh.. you looked so pretty..

towering over him like this when it’s usually the other way around.

satoru leans into your touch once you tenderly cup his face, winding up your bucking hips by introducing that beloved teeth-shattering thrust that never failed to drive him crazy.

“ngh- lie back,” and satoru starts to moan continuously with his blindfold clogging his throat before you start to ferociously slam your hips onto his lap. “let’s s.. start from the beginning though, round one, birthday boy.”

TOJI ★ FUSHIGURO.

bleary-eyed and hazed, toji groans, staring at how perfectly your ass effortlessly tossed itself back against him..

in the background of the dimly lit room with a few exceptions of lit candles, some old western movie played in the ambience. he couldn’t keep his attention on the vintage film anyway, not when you were riding him so so good.

“fuckin’ shit, babygirl,” he’d lean back, hooking a beefy arm around your waist. as you lean in close, your soft right cheek tickles against his prickly growing stubble. a stubby rolled blunt sticks out between his teeth as grassy eyes his continued to droop from his erotic high.

your hips were insane - and every gruesome swerve of your ass gives him whiplash. “remember when you…hah- used ‘ta ride me like this on our honeymoon? heh, don’t tell me y’er still in love.”

“mmng- shut up, toji,” you’d moan, clawing a hand at his dingy white tank. toji feels your eyes lingering on him and you can visibly see that haughty smirk wickedly trying to carve its way against his crooked lips.

oh, how you loathed him.

you told yourself it was supposed to be the last time, but the last time always turns into one more, then two more, then three..

but that of course never happened.

the abnormally thick tension between you both forever grew. as you leaned against his hairy chest that was protected with the thin fabric of his tank top, you took the blunt from his lips before faintly inhaling the pungent smell.

“just shut up,” you’d whisper against the shell of his ear. toji grunts once the ruddy crown of his cock sloppily rams its way deeper further. your hands meet his chest and toji drops back, staring at you with a raised brow as you pin his beefy arms over his head. your hips continued to be robust, creating such vigorous thrusts that it made him clench his teeth in longing desire. “n’ let me ride you.”

“y…yes, ma’am,” toji breathes, his voice shifting more raspy from each direct hit of your deliciously springy hips. your cunt was just so precise, and his swollen tip repeatedly mashed its way thoroughly into your pulsating g-spot. it uses that pretty spot—imagining it’s a target and he hits it perfectly, bullseye every time.

the lightning-shaped veins ran through his bare arms as you held them over his head, dragging your bouncy ass back ‘n forth until he groans.

it was just something about your body that hypnotized him. your hips practically rolled into toji, moaning against his lips until hot smoke poured between the pried open cracks of his lips.

it lands against your tongue—and it’s flavorless, but you playfully lick the corner of his lip, feeling him shiver underneath you. “goddd- those fuckin’ hips. work ‘em, girl, fuuuck . . me.”

the way your pussy was just so sloppy too. the mere definition of wet. your slick clings against toji’s hefty sack like there was no tomorrow.

you had a watery grip that always made toji loll his eyes in lewd elation. the bed was almost louder than the combined moans of you both, and it even seemed like its constant groans and yelps were trying to compete.

“not so cocky now when you’re close, hm?” you’d airily whisper, feeling toji’s arm trying to flop itself back down. you grab his wrist, hearing the cute stubborn smack of his lips at your abrupt hold. “ahhh- touch, but no looking, baby.”

“bratty girl,” toji cocks his head, the lump in his throat nearly having him gasp for air. your hips were simply not fair - and pretty soon, he was coming close. your cunt’s wetly swallowing the entirety of his stout cock, twirling around his lap before viciously slamming down on his cock repeatedly.

your sweet, harmonic-like moans were pitchy and loud, but between your legs—you were far far louder. you swerved in erratic arcs, and each squelch that left from your pussy sounded wetter every time. you watched how toji’s defined abs bleed through his tank. “fine then. make me fuckin’ cum - c’mooon,” and he sharply brings a hand toward your ass. “make y’er lovin’ doting husband proud, yea?”

“and you call me the brat,” you’d grumble, leaning back in to swap the rest of the puffed smoke that lingered in his mouth. toji snickers, feeling your ass than its way in each ‘n every direction. your rhythm was just… perfect!

you’re moving in circles, you’re moving forward, hell, you even toss your ass backward just to watch his leafy eyes roll to the backs of their sockets. your cunt’s just profusely dripping wet, and he could feel you soaking from the inside at each sloppy bounce of your berserk hips.

toji’s trying to keep up his cocky façade, but with your unpredictable movements—he was screwed. “heh- atta girl, that’s my girl. ‘m all yours ‘n y’know know it,” he grunts, bruising your cervix repeatedly with smooch after smooch with the help of his plump tip. toji’s got your hips firmly by the palms, bouncing you harder on his hardened cock to make you babble out his name like it was its own sort of chant.

‘toji toji toji!’ was all you could whine out with your head empty and dumbed down from putting your hips to work.

“mhm- even if divorced, this pretty pussy always knows who it belongs t— fuck!”

mid-sentence, toji ends up cumming at that beautiful sharp smack of your ass that makes him nearly choke on a hoarse grunt. his grip against the fat of your ass loosens and his cock’s growing weak and soft, trying to retreat itself out of your pussy. it’s thin, slimy ropes that end up tangling with your treacly juices create a lewd cobweb that glues against both fleshy mounds. “mhm, soo fuckin’ good, toji,” you’d moan, slowing the rocking of your unsteady hips as he finally succumbs to his high.

the movie still quietly plays in the background, and you lean in—snatching the blunt out of his lips before kissing him. the taste of earthy, spiced smoke lands on your tongue once he returns the sloppy gesture, groaning into your mouth as he’s dumping load after hot load into you. “mmph-,” toji shivers, feeling your arms run down his beefy biceps, feeling all over his ripped body.

you couldn’t lie- you kind of missed him. kind of..

your hips still buckled and the friction makes him hiss against your teeth. “goddamn, i can’t.. feel my legs, baby girl,” he grumbles, tilting his head back slightly once your hips dip forward. “can’t stop . . cummin’ fuck-”

“seems like we gotta work on that stamina, old man,” you’d sneer, wriggling your ass once the last final spurts of cum fill inside of you. toji’s eyes then suddenly narrow at you, and you grin before he sits up. “what?”

“old man?” he repeats.

“yeah, old m-”

and it’s almost comical how you were literally straddling his lap—and now, you’re laid flat on your back with your knees rudely shoved up to the top of your chest. there’s a carnal look in toji’s eyes, and you gulp once you glance down at his feverishly hot cockhead that’s weeping with pearly droplets of dried cum.

“yeah, okay,” he grouses, earning a sweet moan from you once his tip harshly smacks against your tender opening.

toji spits on his palm before spanking your pussy, feeling you writhe in anticipation before he pulls your legs further back. his body hovers over you before he sticks his slick-covered fingers in his mouth for just a second to get a taste—aligning his fat tip before snickering at how eager you were to open up for him again already.

“let’s see just how quickly this ‘old man’ can break his pretty wife’s pussy then, hmm? just like old times, baby.”

NANAMI ★ KENTO.

if it was anything nanami kento despised more than constantly working day ‘n night at the office on constant repeat, drowning in piles of paperwork and getting his ear talked off by calls was leaving his pretty horny wife unsatisfied.

“sweetheart-” nanami timidly groans, slouching back against his rickety office chair. you were just nasty with your hips, slapping your ass against his cock that’s repeatedly reaching deep deep deep angles with little to zero effort.

it makes nanami pull on his checkered tie that’s a tad bit loose, tapping his heel against the wooden-cold floor. “ ‘m still…on the job,” and his voice pitches huskier from each languid stroke. your gaping cunt was hungrily sucking him in, flawlessly bruising your cervix with a multitude of french kisses. “but actually, this is . . better than staring at a computer screen all day.”

“yeaah?” you whisper, sneaking your spit-glossed lips near his chin. your body was straight-up sensual. nanami couldn’t keep up with the constant bouncy reel of your hips and the way you grind so lovingly against him.

the buckles of nanami’s belt clang as you rut against his lap, rubbing against the slim fabric of his pulled-down slacks.

as the office chair turned and swiveled, so did your hips. every few seconds, nanami would peek through blurred peripherals and hope no one would walk by his secluded cubicle.

“so paranoid, baby. hey, look at me, hey-” and as your hands crawl their way toward nanami’s chiseled cheeks, fawn eyes lock against yours within an instant. he’s sweating bullets, and you moan at the feeling of his cold watch band ghosting down your skin. “mhm, good. eyes up here, all on me. eyes on your poor wife who hasn’t been touched alllll day.”

“hah- more like.. you touch yourself by video calling me while showin’ off the toys i buy you,” nanami sighs, preventing himself from eye-rolling at the cunning grin that’s trying to compress against your lips. he was right though, whenever nanami was at work and you were at home—you’d call him, sometimes video call.

sliding your hands down your body… touching yourself while wearing his work clothes… purposely making a bit of a mess on his side of the bed too.

“can’t help it when my husband looks like you,” you whisper, leaning further forward so that your tummy’s pressed up against his tailored button-up. his cologne was always loud, he was wearing one of your favorites too.

it always smelled like a mixture of dirty cinnamon and rich, seductive chocolate. nanami quietly grunts, low eyes peering at his bright computer screen that had dozens of tabs open.

so overworked..

but he couldn’t lie—your hips always knew how to relieve his stress, make him forget all about his important tasks and documents he had to go over. your cunt’s just so greedy though.

every pump of his cock hastily drives through you at high speed, hips steadily forming such rough collisions with each crashing thrust. with the way you were riding him, he started to have thoughts of getting you pregnant. “f- fuuck.” he’d groan, sexily tilting his head to the left once your lips made their way onto his skin. you’re soft- creating a trail of invisible kisses as you rode him so good that he didn’t even notice his phone was suddenly ringing.

brrrriiiiiiinnng!

it’s the office phone—and it’s the same, high-pitched ringtone like always that was merely akin to nails on a chalkboard. “mmh- important phone call, ‘ken. must be important,” you’d teasingly moan, bringing your rocky hips to a brief pause. nanami groans in annoyance at the interruption, stretching his split knuckles one by one. with a lively hum, you playfully pout. “ ‘s okay, i can always…wait-”

“no- no,” nanami grumbles, soft brown eyes nearly rolling back due to the thick gaping stretch of his cock mending your insides with such ease. he pulls you into him, giving your ass a needy squeeze. lowly whispering into your ear, nanami sighs before answering the phone. “be a . . good girl ‘n keep those hips movin’ sweetheart. i’ll be quick.”

“yes, sir.” you’d play along, feeling his dick twitch between your saturated folds—and oh, you knew that made him hard. secretly, you knew nanami always did have a sir kink.

your ass slammed into nanami’s lap violently, and he’s feeling himself grow weaker and weaker the more your weight presses on top of him. “nanami, speaking,” he’d gruffly answer, trying to conceal his pantingly deep breaths.

you couldn’t really hear much except gibberish, but you started to get louder the more his mushroomy tip vertically drags its way down your sopping cunt. ‘mmph!’ after ‘mmph!’ would come out of you—and you were so vocal that he had to put a palm over your mouth.

nanami deadpans, clearly knowing what you were up to. “uh.. uh huh, i see,” he continues, groaning once his cock slides its way near your clit, tapping near your slick entrance before sloppily ‘popping!’ itself back out.

you bring a hand toward his veiny cock, slipping it back in before you then realize—you’re drooling all over his palm. “nasty.. girl,” he whispers under his breath, forgetting that he had someone on the other line.

the colleague on the other line said something along the lines of ‘what the…’ and nanami quickly backtracked. “ahem- i mean, yes. that sounds good. i should be free… monday.”

with the conversation coming to a close after a few overly prolonged seconds, nanami ends up cumming mid-conversation. the phone ends up dropping against his desk, and nanami groans, wrapping his arms around you while spewing out hot masses of cum.

“fuck- fuck sweetheart, oh, m- my,” he’d stammer, blond brows twisting together at the feelings of elation. it’s fiery hot - seeping deeply into your core so much that it even dribbles down your thigh. your cunt’s all puffy — prettily glistening with remnants of bubbly cum tearing from your folds before you kiss him. nanami moans against your wet, quivering lips as clashing teeth battle with each other.

as your grinding hips earn out a soft moan from him, he swallows your whines, tucking you underneath a sleeved arm before spanking your ass. “god, m- might have to propose to you again. ‘m still cummin’.”

and as you’re still straddling him with both sweaty bodies smushed against each other, your ear twitches at the quiet mumbling sounds of the phone that were never hung up.

“mr. nanami, what… on earth… did i just listen to.”

SUKUNA ★ RYŌMEN.

sukuna gravelly groans, huffing out low ‘fuck’ ‘s and ‘ugh’ ‘s after each spongy bounce of your ass.

the wholly cruel stretch of his cock buries itself deep within you making him click his tongue. sukuna was always a perfect fit — sometimes it took a bit of stretching, but he always knew he was around and inside. his cock knew each and every route, studying every slippery orifice and corner of your gummy, squeezing walls.

sinister, red eyes trail down your bouncing frame before he snickers at the cute taunting thrusts of your hips. “some . . nerve, woman,” he huffs, his lungs failing to keep up with your barbaric stamina. a sleazy grin tries to tug against both corners of his lips as he firmly grips your ass, spanking you again to encourage you to go faster. “ngh, ridin’ me while wearin’ my kimono? must hah- have some kinda death wish.”

the fabric wears your entire body loosely, and sukuna can’t help but gawk as you jerk your hips at such a sloppy tempo.

your pussy’s overwhelmed with all the fat inches of sukuna’s cock that mercilessly bullies its way into you. like always - he knew the exact layout of your pussy, and you moan once he presses a hand on your tummy.

“actuallyyy, they look better on me,” you quietly mumble, licking a stripe up his neck. sukuna inhales a sharp breath, scarlet eyes knocking further to the very back of his tilted skull. he was always a fool for your touch. “don’t you agree?”

“such a smart mouth,” sukuna grabs your entire chin, steadying your hips with another. out of the many enemies he’s faced—your hips were the far brutalist he’s ever been up against.

you didn’t know when to quit.

you moan at the soft pricks of his honed claws nipping at your skin, hearing the loud, pitchy sounds of both sharp rutting hips clashing in sync.

sukuna can’t help but stare—stare at you, at your body, and especially at the way you continuously threw your ass in circles, circles galore.

“think my wife’s gettin’ a ‘lil too spoiled,” he growly murmurs, tracing the claw of his thumb over your lip. your cunt’s never felt so full - his tip was just as mean as he was. it drags its way through a lewd pattern, caressing through every part of your gummy walls before seeing your eyes bulge to the size of saucers. “aw, look at that face. ‘s too big for you again, like always, hm?”

“s- shut up, ‘kuna.” you moan, pushing him back against the wobbly throne that sounded like it was about to snap into two within seconds. with a stubborn ‘hmmph!’ he lands on his back, eyeing you with a quirked pink brow.

with your knees bent to a certain degree, you started to guide your hipsby rocking it back against his lap. you knew how to swerve and grind. making the curse groan continuously from each slap of your hips, he spanks your ass while scoffing angrily under his breath.

sukuna didn’t have a weakness - besides you.

you had a type of arch that was killer.

all sukuna did was lie back while he watched you work. your ass bounced and bounced as skin against skin relentlessly ricochets onto each other. he didn’t even realize how his jaw was tightening. your grip was enticing—your cunt was slick as ever, drowning the entire shaft of his thick cock with your dripping sap. “g- goddamn, woman,” sukuna groans, his voice softening a bit.

who knew something as such as hips was enough to put the sukuna ryomen in check?

the penetration ended up turning sloppy within each ‘n every round that progressed, and sukuna’s tip was practically making love with your sensitive g-spot.

the stimulation had you moaning into his neck before you gasped, feeling him grab your hips. sukuna glances at you, feeling your sturdy hips nearly slowing down before he tauntingly tsks his tongue at you. “hah- don’t slow down now. you wanted ‘ta fuck me, so fuck me with those pathetic- hah, hips, girl.”

he’s just so big - you couldn’t help but whine out repeated inaudible whimpers. his custom made kimono loosely flows over your body as you continue to move with the constant creaks of his throne groaning from each bounce of weight. “f- fuck, ‘kuna,” a gargled moan bubbles out of your throat as you press a sloppy kiss against his lips.

sukuna’s jaw easily goes slack, and the rough slams of your ass left him spacing out in no time. your cunt’s so powerful that he gets transformed into another dimension for a split second. milliseconds pass and the demon sees nothing but pure white, and that’s when he cums.

sukuna lets out a gruff battle-crying groan once he releases—pouring such a gluey batch of cum into your cunt. it’s hot - messily oozing its way into you, a few spurts dribbling down his fat base that’s a blushing pink. a gravelly grunt leaves from sukuna as he grips your ass, making your hips circle their way slower against his pelvis.

“ugh- the audacity of this w- worthless pussy,” he stutters, shakily chewing on every word from the elated pleasure that comes from his finish. sukuna’s crimson eyes roll, and he bares his fangs deep into your neck as his creamy knot deepens inside of you. “fuck.”

“oh, don’t tell me you’re gettin’ tired already, m’lord,” you’d tease, saying that title, knowing how he’d always get hard whenever you addressed him in formal manners. sukuna’s faintly trembling underneath you, and he hisses at the sticky sight of his own cum that starts to paste against the undersides of your nearly numb thighs. eagerly, you buck your hips into him again, watching his eyes carnally widen. “one more round, ‘kuna—yeah?”

with a quirked pink brow and lowly hooded eyes, he’s panting heavily. sukuna’s cock twitched inside of you, practically creating a bulge just from how ridiculously thick he was before he sighs.

“y- yeah, one more.”

“one more what?”

sukuna shoots you a glare but it soon falters once your ruthless rocking starts up again.

you’re rough, burying your knees into his thighs as your ass smacks against his cock - making him groan out a needy whine.

“fuck- one more round.. mistress.”

CHOSO ★ KAMO.

every time you rode choso, he can’t help but fall in love with you - again.

it was just something about your hips. something about the way you moved, the way you stared deeply into his eyes, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. your voice alone was enough to make him finish, pumping you full of viscid wads that swam their way right into your warm, welcoming womb.

“s- so fuckin’ hot,” he’d whine out, studying each hop of your hips with bleary half-open eyes. if you squinted just enough, you’d spot how his pupils were gradually turning heart-shaped. you sensuously rolled your hips in a way where choso was at a loss for words.

“mmh- baby,” he’d groan, feeling your thighs lift before slamming straight back down. your cunt sloppily clamped down on his cock tightly, wringing choso dry and milking him for all that he was worth. “don’t- don’t stop, please- don’t stop, fuuuuck.”

flimsily, you threw your arms around over his shoulders that were so tense-slacked.

as you’re right next to his face, choso’s frantically panting—puffs of air leaving from his parted lips with greasy black strands sticking to his forehead. choso’s just glossed with sweat, and his hands start to slowly creep their way to the bottoms of your plush thighs. “touch me more, ‘cho,” you’d moan, grinding yourself against him in circular motions.

choso’s cock was hard - so so hard. you felt it, and it’s as if time stood still when it happened.

the blushing crown of his shaft securely squeezes its way through your pinching walls, introducing itself to your convulsing g-spot.

“chosooo, chos—oh!” you’d shriek, your thighs immediately collapsing against his. the stimulation of his crowned head smearing around the spongy texture makes you short-circuit for a moment.

you probably looked cartoonish. nothing but white painted the insides of your rolled eyes with your jaw goofily dangling open, furrowing brows curling up in such bawdy pleasure..

“a.. are you okay? does it hurt?” choso stammers, awkwardly cupping your face with big, roughly textured palms. your cheek falls into his hand as you smile, bringing a kiss toward the tip of his nose while leaning into his gentle touch.

“baby, ‘m fine,” you reassure him, watching choso’s shoulders sag. choso’s hands snag at your ass as his head falls back. the adam’s apple that bobs in his throat never stops bobbing, and he throatily groans once he starts to feel your wobbly hips pick up again.

“o..ooh! keep hittin’ there- yeah, right there,” and choso sucks his teeth as he not only hears but feels your pussy slickly slide on his cock. ravened eyes of his eventually flicker down at your neglected, bouncing chest and choso cutely sighs.

humming, you hold his chin while rubbing the pad of your thumb over his sheeny pouted lips. “go ahead, choso. feel ‘em.”

he’s touched you probably dozens of times. the two of you were married, and yet he was always hesitant, waiting for your approval. right when you gave it though, choso couldn’t contain himself anymore.

you gasped once choso quickly sank his face in between your chest, cupping his mouth around one of your bare nipples. “mmp-” he’d let off a muffled moan against your skin, the muscles in his face relaxing as he felt you patting his head.

you were still riding him, strenuously smacking your hips on top of him - each squelch from your cunt never failing to pitch higher and higher.

the arch of your back stretches further, and you feel his hand swat against your ass. choso’s tongue sloppily swirls around your tender nub before it turns into wet suckles. “f- fuck, jus’ like that, choso,” you’d whine, hearing each loud ‘pop!’ sound away from his lips once your tit occasionally slides out his mouth.

choso’s weakly rutting into you too, but one of his arms wraps around your hips - pulling you closer. you’re rocking back and forth, hearing him moan against your skin before he starts nipping. “ ‘m gonna c.. cum,” his eyes widen, digging slender fingertips into the right cheek of your ass.

and his voice shook at each pounce of your hips. you’re riding him until he breaks - literally.

the split of choso’s tip rummages its way through your tight, clenching walls, steadily jackhammering its head toward the hood of your clit. your thighs nearly snap together shut at the long-awaited pressure, and you wrap your arms around his slim torso.

“fuck, oh f- fuck ‘m gonna cum too, choso,” you’d whimper in his ear, feeling his body underneath you cutely shudder. your hips were just delicious.

he’s nearly forgetting to breathe with how damn good you rode him - with how you rotated your ass, rocking your waist, barreling all of his inches. choso’s heart thumped straight out of his chest, and one glance of you was all it took for him to realize he was falling in love with you again.

“ugh- fuck me, baby—use me, oh f- fuck,” he’d start rambling, the sweaty prints of his thumbs swirling circles around the occasional dents in your back. he found it so attractive how each time you moved or rocked against him, your muscles would cutely tense at the excessively wide stretch of his cock. “need you. i…hah- need…you,” he’d murmur between pauses of sharp breaths, and choso’s entire body slumps back within seconds.

one final thrust and he’s cumming - hard.

you end up finishing too — gushing straight out, poor trembly thighs collapsing right over his meaty thighs that were the mere definition of ‘numb’.

you’re whimpering as he’s filling you up with satiny ropes that tangle with your syrupy slick that soaks the head of his cock. “fuck, ‘cho, that’s it. r- relax,” you’d swerve your hips around, watching choso’s abs clench underneath you. you’re riding him so good that he thought he was gonna get pregnant.

you’re drenched - bringing two fingers toward your cunt, coolly spreading your pretty entrance apart. your clit’s pulsing, and you’re moaning once you see small masses of cum spilling down your clit. “you’re always so messy.”

“hah- for… you,” choso sighs, a sleazy grin forming across his lips. his hand still remains glued to your ass and he grunts, sneaking a hand between the crack of your thighs. “mmh- i think.. i want you to do that again, baby.”

“what?” you bring a chaste kiss toward his lips, swallowing the incoming whine that leaves from choso’s lips. he’s never tasted sweeter - and you could feel his body quiver at the feeling of your hands sliding down his chest.

choso moans against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. “s.. squirt,” he purrs hoarsely, and you gasp once he lifts you, making you lie back this time. darkened eyes fall toward between your sprawled-out legs and he nearly drools — taking in the pure sight of his cum wetly streaming down your pearled nub. choso whines against your cunt, taking one long lap of his tongue, relishing at the messy taste of both mixtures of arousal - yours and his.

with a pout, choso starts to clean you up, smearing the bridge of his nose against your twitching cunt before meeting your gaze. “squirt again, pretty girl. i.. i wanna taste it this time,” and he gives your swollen heat a wet kiss.

“pretty please?”

SUGURU ★ GETO.

geto could practically feel his mouth watering once he saw that sweet, perfect arch of yours.

he’s used to seeing you in front, up close ‘n personal but no.. you wanted to try riding him in reverse. not only that, but you decided to ride him in reverse while he was still very much sensitive.

“ooh, p- princess,” he’d grunt hoarsely, tasting the treacly sweet stream of saliva pooling into his mouth. the buds that live on his tongue ached at the hot, comforting squeeze of your cunt. geto’s still getting over his recent orgasm—globs of cum still sticking against his cock and glossing wetly between your quivering legs. “ugh- you’re killin’ me here with that pretty fuckin’ arch of yours, y’know that?”

“mhm, good,” you’d reply in a hurried tone, feeling his lust-like gaze lock against your ass. you weren’t even going fast and yet, your hips already had him on a leash.

geto couldn’t stop staring - nor could he keep his strong, callused hands to himself.

you moaned, planting your hands against the crumpled-up sheets before gasping. geto makes you arch more, getting a pretty fogged-eyed view of the way your backside curves over his lap right before his eyes. “hah- suguru, don’t stop touchin’ me.”

“didn’t . . plan on it, pretty,” he rasps, trailing his eyes down at the rocking curvature of your waist. you’re fuckin’ moving, and with your hands gripping onto his knees—you threw your ass back against him time and time again. geto groans, feeling his reddened tip that was still leaking swab its way around your clit like a q-tip. your ass had a grip that made him nearly choke on the treacly saliva that sticks near the back of his tongue. “god- so perfect, look at you, girl. so hah- damn gorgeous when you’re on top, fuck.”

“mhm,” you’d bite back a moan, the sensual rolling of your hips turning more intimate by the second. his dick coarsely stretches through your slavering insides, sloppily pumping you full with each ‘pop!’ squelching out from between your thighs. geto keeps his gaze locked on your ass the entire time, and that’s when you start to bend your knees.

you arch lower, zealously wriggling your ass before bouncing on his cock and that’s when you hear him starting to whine. “fuck- so big,” you’d gasp, taking control of the tempo by steadily veering your hips like a boat. “hold my hips, sugu. hold ‘em while i fuck you.”

geto lets off a guttural groan, swatting a clammy palm against your backside before both hands attach near your rotating waist that’s raining with sweat from all angles. you’re merely glowing and it’s just so pretty.

“tch- you’re gettin’ cocky, princess,” he’d mumble, his voice turning shakier as your ass frantically ruts into him at full force. his sweltering hot tip’s on the verge of splitting you open and you moan each time you feel its overly vast curve delve straight inside your pussy, nastily dragging its way down your sopping valley. tossing his head back, geto’s abs instinctively clench through his shirt before he whines again. “ ‘m only lettin’ you take charge ‘cause i—”

and geto pauses abruptly, violently clenching his teeth at the slick pasty feeling of your pussy trapping the entirety of his thick length. breath snatches out of his chest before he groans loudly, spanking your ass with the corners of his lips twitching into a pout.

“o- oh fuck, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum again,” and the words whine out from his lips oh-so prettily, grunting each time you slam your ass back down against his cock. his bulbous tip deepens its angle inside of you, rolling his eyes from the sudden pressure arising.

he’s never felt hotter — and geto nearly blacks out completely once you start to purposely slow down, sneaking a hand back to smack your ass right in front of his face while craning your neck. “yeah, give it t’me then, baby. don’t miss a fuckin’ drop.”

“such a s.. slut,” geto groans, nearly getting hypnotized by how good you’re dragging your hips in figure eights. they gradually shift into circles—and he’s buried deep deep deep, pounding into your cunt rawly until he ends up shooting blanks again. you end up finishing too, and it feels like a deep sigh you are finally letting go. shockwaves and electricity pierce through every nerve and vein through your body, and your mouth drops open—feeling your teeth chatter once your hips back their way up against him in reverse.

geto’s body underneath you immediately shudders and oh- he’s whimpering, feeling the weight of your rickety hips steady.

as his mouth grows dryly arid, geto lets off a weary ‘phew’ as the core muscles in his abs tighten.

viciously thin ropes of cum shoot into you. globs of it seep deep inside of you, watching as your cunt sloppily spits remnants of it on its tip—coating the shriveled-up base of his cock that’s been perfectly milked. “b.. baby,” he hoarsely groans, hands still stuck to each side of your hips.

it was such a pretty sight — your cunt remained stuffed full with buttery ribbons of cum that ran down your thighs before he spanks your ass.

“jus’ . . gimme a minute. think your pussy really hah- broke me,” and geto gives the right of your ass cheek its final needy squeeze before sighing in defeat. “f- fuuuuck, girl.”

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SPLASH .ᐟ

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, & meguru bachira (honourable mention) x fem!reader

synopsis. showering & bathing with your bllk husbands !

content warning. sfw !! suggestive but not really (?) but obviously lots of nakedness ノ pet names ノ mentions of menustral period, blood, & cramps in rin’s part ノ you scare the shit out of rin ノ itoshi brothers call you insults affectionately ノ you might have smacked sae’s butt ノgentleman reo ノ they’re all crazy rich men obsessed with you .

notes. 5.6k words (approx. 1k+ each) !

𝜗𝜚 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“hmm, this should do it!” you mused, a pleased smile gracing your lips as you admired your reflection in the vanity mirror. you twirled left and right, the rose-gold satin robe flowing gracefully like liquid gold as you checked yourself from every angle.

the silk was a recent gift from sae, one he had brought back from spain, and its smooth fabric clung loosely to your body.

tonight would be like every other night when your husband was home— you were ready to indulge in your routine— taking a shower with sae. initially, you were never the clingy type, but that all changed early in your marriage;

you had accidentally walked in on him under the assumption he was still at football practice, only to be met with the sight of him under the shower, water streaming down his sculpted body. you were flashed. though startled at first, he recovered pretty quickly and nonchalantly asked you to join him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. after all, it wasn’t like it was the first time you’d seen him naked, right?

your eyes flickered to the digital display on your mirror, noting the time and cool temperature. an idea occurred to you, and you decided that maybe after the shower, you could suggest a quick dip in the pool. the weather was nice and it wasn’t too late, either.

excitedly, you rushed into the master bathroom and swung the door loudly. you caught sight of him standing beneath the showerhead in the large shower enclosure, the droplets trailing down his well-built chest, then to his toned thighs and calves, and then finally pooling at his feet. the elder itoshi’s gaze met yours and he sighed, unfazed by your entrance— this had become routine for him, too.

his eyes travelled over to the smooth robe you were wearing, immediately recognizing it as the one he had gifted you. “you look beautiful,” he said simply as he reached to turn off the water and slid open the glass door.

“thank you,” you smiled as you began to undress. the silky material slipped off your shoulders easily, bunching up at your feet on the tiled floor. he extended his hand out toward you, and you took it, stepping into the shower stall.

“careful, don’t slip,” he warned.

you rolled your eyes, giving him a light smack on his rear, which made him frown slightly– he was usually the one doing that to you, not the other way around. you slid the door closed and retorted with a cheeky grin, “please, who do you think i am?”

he flicked your forehead gently and turned the water back on. “you say that every time but somehow still manage to slip, stupid.”

as the cool water hit your skin, you looked up at sae with a pout. “baby, the water’s too cold. i’ve told you before, i’d love it if you warmed it up whenever i enter.”

“yeah, yeah, what a spoiled princess,” he muttered, shooting you a half-assed glare before adjusting the temperature to your liking. you couldn’t help but smirk. there’s something you and only you could know— sae loved to spoil you like crazy during your showers, and that is precisely why you allowed yourself to play the role of a spoiled brat, knowing he would not mind and rather entertain it.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him and purposely fluttering your soft lashes. he grunted, recognizing the familiar look of expectation in your serene eyes. he looked up at the shelf that held various bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. 

“which body wash do you want this time?” he asked, his hand hovering over the shelf, knowing you could be indecisive. “and no being picky.”

you tapped your finger against your lips, eyeing the different scents he had spoiled you with. “hmm, i want the coconut drift, pl–” before you could finish, he was already reaching for it, “actually, i want the raspberry dreamscape.”

he narrowed his teal eyes at you but complied anyway, grabbing your light blue loofah from the hook. he squirted the raspberry-scented body wash onto it, rubbing it until it lathered into a light pink foam. he sat down on the wide bench built into the wall, pulling you by the waist until you stood right between his legs.

you looked down at him with a gentle smile, sighing softly and resting your hands on his shoulders as he scrubbed from your neck down to your abdomen. he then turned you around to scrub your back.

“sae, i know you’re taking a peek,” you teased, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

“yeah, no shit. i’m scrubbing your pretty ass right now,” he replied casually, being particularly gentle on your cheeks.

smiling, you turned back around and reached for your cherry dew shampoo, pumping some into your hands. you lathered it up before sae stood up, holding your waist and lowering his head slightly so your fingers could reach his wet, reddish hair.

“smells like you,” he murmured as you massaged your shampoo into his scalp.

“good, you’ll think of me while you’re training.”

“i do that regardless.”

his words caught you off-guard, making you fumble slightly as you ruffled his hair. “r-right…” you stammered before quickly changing the subject. “—oh, i almost forgot, do you want to go outside? the weather’s nice.”

sae moved aside the damp strands of hair clinging to your skin and planted a light kiss on the side of your neck. “alright,”

as you followed him out of the enclosure, your wet foot accidentally slipped on the polished floor tiles. you panicked, squeezing your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the fall, but instead of hitting the solid floor, you felt a pair of strong hands catch you. sae steadied you and then handed you a towel to dry off.

“told you you’d manage to slip this time, too,” he added, slipping on his velvety, crimson robe with a smirk that only fueled your embarrassment.

“ugh…” you groaned as you wrapped yourself in your rose-gold robe. you looked up at him, then without a word, hugged him tightly. “carry me.”

he rolled his eyes, but you found yourself pressed up against his chest in less than a moment, his arms wrapped securely around you. your arms clung around his neck, and your legs linked tightly around his waist.

“why did i marry you, again?” he asked, pinching your side lightly.

you buried your face into the crook of his neck and he could feel you grin against his skin. “because you love me.”

“. . . unfortunately.”

𝜗𝜚 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“i thought i told you to get up,” rin grumbled, looming over the bed where you were cuddled comfortably under the duvet. “you’re lucky i’m even taking time out of my day to help you.”

you burrowed yourself deeper into the bed, pulling the duvet over your head to avoid his gaze. “i don’t want to move!” you protested, and even that subtle movement sent a sharp pain through your abdomen, making you wince at your cramps’ unbearable pain. “and besides, that's the bare minim–”

unimpressed, rin rolled his eyes and yanked the blanket off your face, gently lifting you up into his arms. your legs dangled over his elbows as he held you close. “i’ve already prepared the bath.” he said softly.

you tried to resist, throwing weak punches at his chest with your fists, but it was no use. you gave up and fell limp against his chest. the pain was too much, too uncomfortable, and the idea of being spoiled by your husband, even for a little while, was pretty tempting. 

still, you weren’t going to surrender completely without a fight. as you buried your face into his chest, an ominous smile tugged at your lips— a smile rin which knew all too well, one that made him visibly nervous. it was the kind of smile that meant you had something up your sleeve.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking of, but seriously, forget it,” he warned, eyeing you suspiciously. you responded by giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek, causing him to pause and narrow his turquoise eyes. “dammit.”

your husband set you down on the bathroom counter and began unbuttoning your floral pajama top, pulling it over your head. you gripped the edge of the counter for support, tipping your head back slightly as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss onto your neck. 

while rin busied himself with discarding the rest of your clothes, you slyly reached out and grabbed the white, gold-rimmed bin filled up with lotions, moisturizers, essential oils, and various other bath products. pretty normal, nothing suspicious so far. you peered into it, a giggle escaping your lips as you spotted this evening’s target: a bath bomb.

but this time, its colour was red.

“stop giggling at nothing, you weirdo,” he chided, scooping you carefully into his arms. his expression softened as he noticed how tightly your fingers gripped onto him, and the way your eyes squeezed shut in discomfort. “sorry, did that hurt?”

“n-no, i’m fine,” you reassured him. rin nodded, lowering you gently into the large, pre-prepared bath. it was just the way you liked it during your painful time of the month— warm, bordering on hot, with medium-sized bubbles floating on the surface.

“i’ll bring your favourite chocolate in a bit,” he said, gently lapping the water toward you before attempting to withdraw and leave. “call my name if you need anything, i’ll be outs— shit.”

it happened too fast for him to react. before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his arm with whatever strength you had left and pulled him into the bath with you. he fell into the water with a loud splash, soaking him completely. for a hot moment, the bathroom was filled with awkward silence and the sound of water settling around you.

rin sat there, his stretchy navy shirt and black, knee-high shorts clinging to his body, drenched and dripping. he closed his eyes, one hand covering his face like a visor as he tried to calm himself. his other hand rested on the slippery surface of the tub for support.

you bit your lip, struggling to stifle a giggle as you crawled through the water towards him, pushing his knees apart so you could sit on his lap.

“i think it’s unfair that you still have your clothes on while i’m… y’know,” you pouted.

he threw you a glare, his hands gripping your waist as he tried to push you away, but you wouldn’t budge. “i fucking knew there was something wrong with your sudden obedience,” he scoffed, throwing his head back against the rim of the tub in surrender. you took the opportunity to hook your legs under his thighs and peel the shirt over his head.

“i’ll leave your shorts on…” you paused, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “—unless?”

“no.”

“yeah– thought so.”

settling against his chest, you felt his large hands move to rub berry blossom body wash into his palms. he placed both hands on your waist, sliding them up and down your sides before his fingers began tracing lazily patterns along your back.

you softly sighed and rested your chin on his upper chest, looking as blissful as ever. rin was almost tempted to lean down and kiss you until you were gasping for air, but you beat him to it. linking your arms around his neck, you slotted your mouth against his. he reciprocated, but not before pinching your side lightly, just enough to squirm in his grasp.

unbeknownst to him, however, your arm had slithered around and rummaged quietly through the white bin until it found a soft, round object. you smiled against his mouth, then subtly dropped the red bath bomb into the water with a quiet splash.

“f-fuck…” you whimpered suddenly, breaking the kiss and clutching your stomach as your face contorted—eyes squinting—in feigned pain.

rin’s brows furrowed in confusion, and he instinctively adjusted his position to grip onto your shoulders in concern. “what’s wrong? you okay?”

you didn’t respond, instead blinking up at him with half-closed eyes once, then twice, before letting your eyelids slip shut and beginning to breathe softly.

“y/—” one could say his heart practically stopped beating at that moment, his eyes widening as he watched the water around you cloud with a sweet cherry red dye. it also definitely did not help that you decided it was a good idea to fall limp onto his chest, though you were clearly breathing normally.

was your monthly bleeding supposed to be this excessive?

“w-what the fuck!” he fretted in horror as he shook your shoulders forcefully, his hand trembling as he patted your cheek, trying to get you to meet his gaze. your eyes were bleary, yet they still had their usual shine. “is this fucking normal? are you going to bleed to death? should i call for help–??”

over the course of your marriage, you had never seen rin panic like this. in the ten-plus years of knowing him, this was the first time you’d witnessed him so completely consumed by worry for you. typically, rin kept his emotions under control, reacting subtly to any situation. but now, as the vivid colour surrounded you both, you could see the raw concern surfacing on his face.

of course, a large part of you felt guilty— wondering if maybe you’d gone a tad bit too far this time. the last thing you wanted was for him to fall ill or lose focus during his next game because of the stress you caused.

unable to hold it back any longer, you let out the laugh you’d been suppressing, and rin’s expression immediately shifted from panic to deadpan. like, literally. immediately. just that stupid giggle of yours was all it took for him to realize he had managed to fall for one of your traps yet again— this time, in the most ridiculous way possible.

he simply stood up without a word and kicked the lumpy, fizzing bath bomb away. then, with water dripping down his tight-to-skin shorts, he stepped out of the tub.

“wait, rin—” you called out from behind, your hands gripping the rim of the tub as you tried to sit up.

he glanced over his shoulder with an unreadable expression as he dried himself with a towel. you noticed the faint pink tint on his cheeks, likely from the lingering embarrassment and panic. after all, even if your bleeding had been heavy, there was no way the dye would’ve been that saturated in such a large tub.

“...i’m going to say this one more time,” he said calmly, “call me if you need anything or if you want to leave the tub so i can bathe you,” he walked slowly back to you, bending down until his face was close to yours.

“i’m sor–” you started to apologize, but he cut you off.

“and one more thing,” he added, cupping your face gently in his hands. “you scared me to death, you fool. i fucking love you. don’t do that again.”

before you could respond, he sealed his lips against yours. it was safe to say you decided then and there that you wouldn’t pull that particular prank again— at least, not without the promise that he’d shower with you as part of the deal, of course.

𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

friday had finally arrived– the long-awaited end to an exhausting week. to you, it usually meant you had all the time in the world to pamper yourself and indulge in self-care. heavy emphasis on usually, because unfortunately, this wasn’t always the case when you had an extremely insufferable (but annoyingly loveable) husband.

if there was one thing kaiser excelled at— besides hurling terrifyingly creative insults at people he barely knew and dominating the football field— it was his nonstop teasing.

you stepped into your spacious master bathroom with a soft towel embroidered with delicate begonia patterns tucked snugly under your arm. your shoulders felt unbearably stiff, and your back throbbed with ache. the thought of dipping your leg into the hot, bubbly bath you had prepared earlier was quite literally the only thing keeping you upright.

finally, your body made contact with the euphoric warmth as you lowered yourself into the wide, glossy marble bathtub positioned near the window. the heat of the water instantly began to soothe your sore muscles, and you let out a content sigh, leaning back against the built-in backrest.

oh, it was going to be so relaxing. would have been, if kaiser hadn’t suddenly barged into the washroom without so much as a courtesy knock— though knowing him, you doubted he even considered such things. the sudden intrusion made you flinch and pulled you out of the comfortable state you’d just begun to enjoy.

“knock before you enter, stupid,” you snapped, shooting him a glare as you sank deeper into the frothy water until only the top half of your head peeked out.

kaiser shut the door behind him and stood there practically naked. your eyes trailed down the path of pearly beads of water that teasingly trickled down his toned chest with no shame. the white cotton towel that hung loosely around his waist threatened to unravel and reveal what’s hidden beneath with the slightest blow of the wind.

“you’re really soaking in here all by yourself after i told you i wanted to join you, prinzessin?” he rolled his eyes, but with no real irritation in his voice as he sauntered toward you. his fingers deftly unhooked the towel from his waist, nonchalantly tossing it into the hamper.

you pushed yourself back up, fingers gripping the edge of the bathtub for support before wiping your face with your palms, water droplets sliding down your cheeks. raising a brow, you asked, “mihya– are you seriously planning to get in even after you’ve clearly just showered?”

you watched as he slipped into the tub, settling in front of you. his head leaned back against the cool marble edge, arms casually draped along the sides of the bathtub.

“that was just the rinse i always take after football practice,” he explained lazily, “is it really so terrible to want to bathe with my beautiful wife?”

you let out an exaggerated sigh, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips from his compliment– though he tended to throw that one your way frequently.

“you’re so annoying,” you laughed, slowly crawling across the slippery surface of the tub toward him. your hands settled on his broad shoulders as you guided yourself onto his bare lap. “now i don’t even have room to stretch my legs.”

his tattooed hand, adorned with the blue crown, came to rest on your waist. though, unfortunately, you were oblivious to the subtle movement of his other hand, instead nestling your head against his chest.

it felt so serene— until it wasn’t.

seriously, what could possibly go wrong while you’re comfortably straddling your husband’s lap, eyes sewn shut, head on his chest as you try to continue your weekly post-work relaxation session?

apparently, everything.

in an instant, a jolt of freezing cold water slammed onto your back, each drop hitting you like a small brick. your eyes flew open and a loud gasp was drawn from you as you shot upright, instinctively scrambling away from him. you nearly slipped on the slick surface in the process as you tried to escape the showerhead above you. who thought it was a good idea to combine a bathtub with a shower, anyway?

“michael!” you whined, seeking warmth under the foamy blanket of sea. “that was cruel…”

he grinned, reaching over to turn off the water, which had started to drench him, too.

“sorry, meine liebe,” he cooed, moving to your side and pressing a gentle, almost apologetic kiss to your trembling shoulders. “i heard cold water’s great for sore muscles.”

“you and i both know that’s not why you did it,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

he raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer until your cheek pressed against his chest.

“hmm. well, you know, if i’m feeling generous, i might give you a life-changing massage or even treat you to your favourite food if y—”

“life-ending massage, you mean. you nearly crushed my bones last time– i literally felt my soul leaving my body.” you paused for emphasis before adding, “and i'm getting my food without any ‘ifs’.”

he chuckled and stood up with a smirk, the water sliding off his exposed body as he stepped out of the tub. he grabbed his simple towel and slung it over his shoulder before glancing back at you.

“fine, but i won’t order anything– i’ll cook.”

your heart sank. his cooking was nothing short of life-threatening.

“god, please, no!”

𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

“sorry, sweetheart, let me just…” reo murmured, draping a silky, red fabric over your eyes, tying it securely behind your head. “there we go, baby. can you see anything?”

“no, reo,” you replied with a small shake of your head as your hand hovered uncertainly in the air, searching for his. 

a soft laugh escaped his lips before reaching out to thread his fingers in your hand. you could only weakly map out every subtle turn in your mind as he led you somewhere in your mansion. finally, he came to a stop, causing you to bump into his firm back.

your toes flexed and unflexed, feeling the plush carpet beneath you. the texture was familiar, and you quickly recognized that he had brought you to the grand bathroom adjacent to the balcony on the upper level of your mansion.

“ready?” he asked, the double doors creaking softly as he opened them. he turned back to you, fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you in. “i’m taking your blindfold off, sweetheart.”

as the velvety fabric slipped off and fluttered noiselessly to the carpet, your eyes widened in awe. a gasp escaped past your parted, plump lips as you took in the almost surreal sight in front of you.

“baby, you didn’t have to…”

you entered the large, steamy room and the warmth of the automatically heated floor, immediately seeped into your feet. in the corner of the washroom, the jacuzzi tub was filled to the brim with fluffy clouds of white foam, and was decorated with delicate red rose petals scattered everywhere like confetti. and to make things even more romantic, vanilla-scented candles were lit on the flat edges of the tub.

your gaze shifted to a small glass table beside the tub, where a bubble machine quietly hummed classical music and released shimmering bubbles into the air. 

“do you like it?” his voice interrupted your silent admiration, and you quickly turned around, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. you locked your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“i… i love it,” you whispered. your eyes wafted back toward the jacuzzi and you moved toward it. “thank you, reo.”

he smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that reached his eyes as he rested a reassuring hand on your shoulder. his fingers began to work from behind, unzipping the back of your fitted dress and pulling the delicate material down. “anything for my favourite lady.”

the cool air soon kissed your bare skin; dress and undergarments neatly folded by reo and set aside in the walk-in closet adjoining the bathroom. heat rose to your cheeks as you stood there, exposed. though he had seen you naked countless times before, it had always managed to leave you flustered.

your head hung low, eyes fixed down on the marble tiles beneath you as you crossed your arms over your chest, each hand on the opposite shoulder.

he noticed your bashful demeanor and chuckled softly. his hands found their place on your waist, and he bent down slightly to press slow, sweet kisses along your collarbone. you stared down at him lovingly, hands coming up to card through his soft, amethyst hair. the feeling of his lips trailing across your skin made your breath hitch, and when planted a singular, feather-light kiss on the bottom curve of your breast, your eyes fluttered shut. he straightened up to properly look at you, a grin playing at his lips.

“what, you nervous?” he teased, ruffling your hair affectionately. “smile for me, yeah? my beautiful angel.”

you opened your eyes, looking at him shyly. “stop it… you’re embarrassing me.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, his fingers reaching up to loosen his tie when you suddenly stopped him.

“i’m going to undress you.” you stated firmly, your fingers already skillfully loosening the silky tie and sliding it over his head before beginning to work on the black buttons of his suit.

“t-that’s…” his voice faltered, and he could not suppress the rosy pink tint from spreading across his pale cheeks. the sight of your focused expression– your squinted, dreamy eyes and the way your lips tucked under your teeth as you undid his clothing left him flustered.

it made his heart swell from the overwhelming realization of how much he loved you. how had he gotten so lucky, he wondered, to be with someone as lovely and gentle as you, let alone marry you?

“there, all done!” you exclaimed with a satisfied smile as you gave his firm abs a gentle pat.

“i’m going to make you undress me every single time now, no complaints,” he chuckled, grabbing your hand and helping you into the jacuzzi. the two of you settled beside each other, sinking into the rose-petal-littered, bubbly water.

reo pulled you in closer to him until your bodies were nuzzled together, aligned inch-to-inch. he let out a deep, relaxed sigh, about to throw his head back when he noticed you scooping up a handful of foamy water mixed with a few rose petals, the water seeping from between the gaps of your fingers.

you gave him a cheeky grin as you hovered your hands above his head and released the blooms, letting them fall delicately onto his hair.

he laughed and plucked a petal from his head, pressing it near your collarbone until it stuck. “sorry, gorgeous, but these petals look much better on you,”

he leaned in and pecked your soft lips. one by one, he began to pick up individual petals, carefully sticking each one all over your body, as if adorning you with pretty rubies. his lips followed each placement, planting a tender kiss on every petal he laid on your skin. the whole time, he maintained eye contact with you, those half-lidded orchid eyes making the blood rush rapidly to your cheeks.

satisfied, he reached over and picked up a nearby moveable silver-rimmed mirror and handed it to you, showing you your petal-covered body.

“see? aren’t you just the prettiest?”

𝜗𝜚 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, i’m serious— if you fall asleep one more time, i’ll leave you in the tub alone,” you warned almost seriously, patting his cheek gently to rouse him. his heavy eyelids fluttered, and you could see the sleep creeping back as he began to slip beneath the water again.

the giant of a man’s broad back was pressed firmly against your chest as your fingers worked their mystique across his fatigued muscles. you kneaded at his shoulders, and fisted at his back, pressing his muscles gently. it wasn’t that he was sore– no. this had become a habit, something he looked forward to after a draining football practice or game.

your massages were the best of the best, his personal heaven, the kind that always managed to lull him to the brink of sleep. he had tried numerous massages from professional masseuses before you two got married, but none could ever compare to the sorcery of your hands.

“noo, i’ll drownnn…” his voice was a whine slurred with sleep. he blinked his bleary eyes before lazily readjusting his position. 

“then wake up! you’re heavier when you’re sleeping!” you scolded, poking at his shoulders.

“’kay…” he muttered, but you knew better. as expected, no sooner had he mumbled his agreement than his eyes clamped shut again, his head nodding forward. you grunted softly and wiggled out from under him, carefully removing his weight from your lap.

with some effort, you managed to move your husband, pulling him upright so he could be seated properly against the cool, black granite wall of the pool.

“hmph,” you huffed, shoving your hand underwater before splashing his sleepy face with a huge wave of water. he flinched awake and nearly lost his footing on the slippery pool floor, his hands shooting out to hold onto the edge to steady himself. “you asked for it, dummy.”

he groaned and rubbed his face with a grumpy expression. “y’play so unfairly, baby,” he muttered. his long arm reached out and, before you could react, grabbed your wrist, effortlessly pulling you against his chest. your hands were suddenly pressed against his sculpted abdomen. his large hands cupped your cheeks gently, tilting your head to the left, then the right, then back again as if inspecting you.

“hm, something’s different ‘bout you,” he mused, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a satisfied hum. “ah. new shampoo…?” he leaned back slightly, comically raising his head to the crystal chandelier above, as if deep in thought. “strawberry elixir?”

your eyes widened in surprise. if there was one thing that amazed you about nagi, it was his uncanny observance despite his notorious laziness. you had bought the expensive shampoo just a few days ago and only today had you used it for the first time, when you showered before entering the bath.

it may be the sort of detail people would quickly notice but perhaps that was the special privilege he granted to the person he loved. for you, he gave you the rare gift of his focused attention.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in amusement. leaning in, you pressed a long kiss to his lips, which he lazily reciprocated. “that’s not going to make me forgive you, you know,” you murmured against his mouth, though your smile betrayed the truth.

he groaned, shifting his gaze to the scented oil bottles lined along the rim of the hot tub. without much thought, he blinked slowly and shrugged, reaching for the bottle labeled lavender dream. carelessly, he poured the entire contents into the water, the strong fragrance immediately filling the bathroom.

“nagi!” you cried, eyes wide in horror. “you don’t just add oil directly to water! they won’t mix!”

he paused, staring at the tiny droplets of oil floating on the surface before glancing down at the guilty-looking empty bottle in his hands. “oh. you’re right.”

“don’t just–!”

“uh… i have an idea,” he muttered, calmly ruffling your hair. you watched as he pushed himself up and out of the hot tub (you’re amazed he took the initiative to do something himself) and walked to the controller wall, completely unbothered by the fact he was butt-naked.

at the click of one rectangular button, the jets at the bottom of the tub immediately activated and powerful streams of water began to come from underneath, kneading at your muscles.

a delightful sigh left your lips as nagi slid back beside you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“see, baby?” he murmured, trailing his fingers over the water, feeling the water ripple over his skin. “the oil’ll disappear sooner or later, m’kay?”

you nodded your head, slightly but not fully convinced. you turned around to hug him, closing your eyes. “sure… but i’ll just use one of the guest bathrooms if it doesn’t.”

“we’ll.” 

he added too quickly for a man like him. he needed your massages after all– not the jets which, while comforting, did not come close enough to the way your hands worked.

you rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, “yes, yes, together.”

just then, the large television mounted on the porcelain-tiled wall turned on, drawing your attention. you turned your head to find nagi waving the remote with a subtle grin.

“wanna watch a movie and cuddle?”

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 and baths go so well together because they are so silly. you can always find him at the shower control panel, playing with the settings until the outline of the tub glowed in ethereal colours of topaz and quartz and emerald.

also, the bath would inevitably become a sea of yellow rubber duckies because he thinks they're cute and they match his hair! he does leave the cleanup to you, though :(

besides, this man would be so indecisive when it comes to water temperature. one minute it’s icy cold, the next it’s scorching hot, only to swing to cold again because, well, he felt like it! the two of you would end up dancing in the water like goofs, splashing and kicking at each other because no one is watching you in your private yard– but you’re sure he’d do it in front of many eyes anyway.

one of his favourite games is to try and carry you on his back as he swims around the tub. despite your repeated warnings that he’d sink under the combined weight, he’d insist on trying, each attempt failing worse than the previous.

but the best part? even though you’re both naked, baths and showers with him were about anything but sexual. he sees you naked– okay? lovely! let’s see who could hold their breath the longest underwater.

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[klyette]

8𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍+ 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 !

# 𝜗𝜚relationships: multiple x fem ! # 𝜗𝜚contains: fem reader, smut, older men, tit playing + fondling, pussy spanking, choking, rough sex, squirting, clit rubbing + pinching, making out, pornhub themed, filming, big dick

𝜗𝜚 notes ! So each part has different kinks or smth like, tit play, clit toying, etc . ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა !

HE whispers in your ear, his big hand rubbing at your smooth skin, a camera in his other hand as he films your legs. He lifts the camera up to your lips, filming your soft lips that he adores kissing. Your breaths are heard, your chest going up and down, he moves the camera down at your tits. His calloused hand groping at your tits as you let out a whimper, the camera is still on your tits. His fingers playing with your nipples as he does it like he strums a string instrument. "Shh, you pretty thing~" He says, he kisses your breasts and fondles it before he changes the camera view.

HE points the camera at your wet sloppy cunt, his palm connecting to your wetness, he shows the camera. "Isn't she just a cutie? Already all wet, just cuz I played with her tits.." he says, his palm spanks your cunt, his finger rubs along with your slit. Your leg trembles as his finger rubs circles around your clit, his finger slightly touching your bud. "My pretty girl, aren't you?" He says, the camera filming your clit, as he toys with you. His thumb goes up to your clit, his big thumb hiding your clit behind his digit, he pushes slightly down on it, then he rubs at it. His thumb rubbing your clit as he films it, kissing and nibbling at your skin.

HE rubs your clit before sticking two of his fingers in your wetness, your juices staining his fingers as his fingers move in and out of you, his thumb still lays on your bud. His fingers do a scissor motion inside of you, your legs tremble as his fingers move faster in you. "Taking my fingers so well, aren't you just great, doll?" He says, grinning, he sticks another finger in and thrusts them into you, he slips them out of you, slurping up your juices off his fingers before he puts them back into you, he films himself coming closer to your wetness. His tongue licks at your cunt, his tongue flicking at your small bud, he smirks against your wetness. "Mmh, don't you taste amazing, atta girl~" he whispers against your cunt, moaning at your taste. Your legs shake and you cum, getting your juices on his tongue before he gets up and places the camera on the bed.

HE takes off his pants and his dick is so hard, it's standing tall and proud, his big dick twitches as pre-cum slightly comes out. "You are going to take me all, aren't you, baby?" He grabs your legs and hooks your legs under your arm, he kisses your tits before slipping his dick into you. His tip is only inside of you yet it feels big, the rest of his dick enters you, half of his dick is now into you. He slides easily, his hand grips your hips before he slams into you, groaning. The camera view is still on you, recording this sexual act between you two. "So tight, you are made for me." He says, closing his eyes as he fucks you, hitting your special spot which makes you clench around him harder. His head goes slightly back, your legs shake, and he kisses your inner thighs. Fucking you more harder, his hand goes down to your clit and his hand goes for the camera, recording his thumb rubbing your bud. His dick ramming into you, his dick aches into you, your cunt clenches around him so tight, his hand goes around your neck, choking you as he fucks you. You look up at him with tears brimming at your eyes, his hand still around your neck, your eyes roll back slightly. He pulls out, his dick pumping out his semen, coating your stomach in his whiteness, he furiously rubs at your clit, he lets go of your neck and points the camera at your wetness as you squirt. Getting your juices all over him and the bedsheet, it lands on the camera lens. "AHh!" You scream, your mouth opens and your eyes roll back to your skull. "You did so good for me, good girl~" he whispers, the video ends at the good girl.

Nanami , Toji , Alhaitham , Zhongli , Blade , Aiku , Gallagher , Chris Prince , Sanemi , Muzan + ur faves + other fandoms !

©kylette; no other claiming

[reshinless]

Can you write kinich x reader smut

──── i w'na ride?!

𝜗𝜚 synopsis. whatever position he wants >_o

𝜗𝜚 pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader(?) see this however u want cuz in som of the bullets i use boobs or discreetly mention chests (kinich is also a lowk perv)

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. i'll explain why he'd like this trust me, !!nsfw content ahead!!

inspired by the moments where he kept hitting the pose where his hands behind his head plus the one scene where he sat in a tree with his hands behind his back (or maybe i'm imagining things.)

kinich who reluctantly visits the beach(es) plus hot springs in the toyac springs region because mualani says you both need it, seeing as how much you both work beside each other, you'll definitely need a nice bath! especially the rumors of the heated conditions the springs seem to excrete.

kinich who no matter how long you and him have met each other, he'll never get used to seeing you in a bathing suit. even when you both were still kids fooling around on the beach with mualani. the atmosphere back then has almost never changed, walking along the sandy coast, feeling each little particle fall over your toes, the sun roughly about to set, the scenery was a sight to behold!

now that you both were older.. he would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you, your way of fighting, your appearance, how well you compliment him, it was almost like a corrupt addiction. even ajaw mentions how cheesy it is each time he sees kinich looking at you, whether it be lust or love in his green eyes.

mualani was overjoyed to hear that you've never gone out to swim, especially in the temperature she's usually in. kinich decides to tag along, totally not because he definitely wouldn't mind seeing you in different swimsuits/trunks.

kinich who you didn't mind letting him stay outside the changing room while you put on different suits while mualani actually help you choose (unlike someone who just kept ogling his eyes at you)

mualani who chose something that revealed more than appropriate portion of your skin (which was a lot, and imagine this similar to the one lumine wore!!), kinich who couldn't stop eyeing you up and down, ajaw teasing with digital sunglasses over his face; "y'know sunglasses help cover up what you're tryna look at!"

cue kinich smacking bro away again :pray:

you only got more attractive in his eyes. watching how you walk up to him, holding out a bottle of sunscreen to him, asking if he'd put some on your back before you'd go surfing on mualani's shark.

kinich didn't wanna admit but he was a little more than just turned on while spreading the lotion over your shoulders and back down to your back, his calloused hands feeling you up and down..

kinich who felt a little guilty but couldn't help but always slowly let his view dip down to your ass. shit he could already imagine what it'd look like without that last piece of clothing. too bad he can't rip it off you right here and now.

kinich who ran his hands around your chest, your sides, every curve that you wouldn't suspect him from.. he could already feel the tent in his pants rise.

kinich who couldn't resist looking at your pretty body through the blurriness of the water, almost forgetting to swim back up from being a little more than distracted. only coming back up after mualani mentions he's the winner of holding their breath underwater challenge.

a sigh of relief.. or maybe pleasure rather remembering yesterday on how close he got to be to you, palming his erection with hurriedness, thinking of how soft you felt under his fingers, only a thin layer of sunscreen that wouldn't make it weird between you both, kinich catches himself moan your name quietly in the changing room before he goes back out to you and mualani for day two of your summer break of 5 days in total.

sitting under the comfortable shade of an umbrella he brought, putting sunglasses on to rest for a bit before going in the water, or at least that is what it looks like. in all real reality, he was taking sneaky glances at you from less than appropriate angles, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

kinich could barely hold himself back for the next 2 days, wherein you all toured around mualani's hometown (for the sixtieth time, but then again it never gets old seeing a different culture every now and then!)

on the last day of your adventures with mualani, she offers for you both to finally bask in the warmth of the hot springs! the natural wonder of her home! kinich was reluctant at first, but agreed seeing how you were just oh-so happy to oblige.

this time, mualani got you a different swimsuit, one muuuuuchhh more revealing this time. it's clear now that she knows kinich's little crush on you, and now she knew that you liked him back.

mualani who coincidentally forgot the milk, and silly snacks she baked earlier that morning, oh would you look at the time! i guess she has to go get them... kinich who lowkey panicks, he already is a little flustered from your new look (but manages to quickly cool himself down)

kinich who is gentle while letting you slowly dip your feet into the water, this wasn't his first time here but he knew it was yours, stepping into the water first while holding your palms softly.

you two finally both sit in the springs comfortably, right in front of him, talking about whatever you and mualani did while he sunbathed (under an umbrella). building sandcastles and such.

"ahhh... kinichhhh! you should've been there. i would've wanted you there at least, dunno about mualani-" it felt like almost immediately his trunks tightened.. maybe he got the wrong size?

oh but the sound of you verbally saying you needed him definitely is a huge turn on. well you didn't necessarily say 'need' but you definitely wanted him there, good enough.

kinich who already has you straddled on top of him, directly on his boner, fuck he could feel it already. his hands are already on your hips letting you grind over his erection, this felt better than he could've ever fantasized of!

kinich who lets you ride him, the water you both were already surrounded only made it sound all the more dirtier. it didn't help that the sly little smile on your face, all he could do was bury his face into an arm of his own, looking away from you.

kinich whose hands were in his hair, intertwining with every little strand, the flush on his face only worsened each time you bounced on it, he could barely make eye contact with you, not because he didn't want you.. ohh it was because he thinks if he did he'd come immediately!!

kinich who holds you close as his climax comes closer as well, holding you tight in his embrace, he could feel your warmth, your skin, your everything, all he could was quickly drift his calloused palms back down to your hips, making sure no drop of cum was waaaasssttteeedddd

you could see how good you made him feel, even with just a sneaky, yet lustful glance, yet plop plop plop is all you can hear echoing throughout the cave, your hands propped up on the wall as kinich pushed against your back, his grunts only getting louder, eager to please you. seeing how your eyebrows knotted

kinich who felt intoxicated as hell in your scent, almost breathless as his head fits into the empty slot right beside your collar, fire pooled down inside your abdomen as you slowly reached your peak, watching how beautifully your eyes rolled back, feeling warm semen shoot up in your stomach. holy shit were you a beauty to see.

the musky scent of sweat mixed with the warm water below you both, kinich could still feel you clench harshly on his cock, even after release, fixed & still processing what you both had just done.

kinich who brings you out the bath, wrapped in a towel, bridal style and all, before mualani can come back with the milk and snacks- "hey what is that white stuff mixed in the water- what did you two do?!"

kinich who holds your hand while you both stroll throughout the shops opened up at nighttime, the constellations in the sky connected like it was used to it, the fresh scent of grilled fish was clear in the air's aroma, filling everyone's noses, mualani couldn't just give all this fish just to you two anyway!

kinich who fully confessed his feelings to you, no sex no lust, just him wanting you to sense how much he's been longing for you, in hopes you'd reciprocate it. in which you did with open arms!

m: "aha! i knew it! you both finally told each other you like each other didn't you!!", k: "no need to shout.", y/n: "i suppose!"

mualani will stop teasing for now, and let you two be, just with each other as the stars reflect off the light you've shone into his life.

kinda cringe might delete :100:

[whoskimii]

currently out but i can't stop thinking 'bout satoru :( (am i cooked)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. fluff! you're both literally made for each other it's disgustingly sweet ⋋_⋌ just two sleepy lovebirds. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru is so, so sleepy. when he woke up, his first instinct was to look at the digital clock on the nightstand. 5:27.

with a sigh, he let himself fall back on the bed, back first. like hell, he was gonna start his day so early in the morning.

when he looked to his side, there you were. lookin' divine under the morning light, sleeping peacefully. your lips were slightly parted, soft, slow breaths filling his ears. he couldn't stop the lazy smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

even unconscious, you made him happy. how was he supposed to let you go ? he didn't want to. never in a million years.

satoru buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your comforting scent. you were so soft it almost made him cry. you were his angel, his treasure. sure, he was the strongest but if you asked him to kneel for you and worship the literal floor you walked on, he'd do it without second thought.

he was already at your feet, anyway. everything you did made him fall harder. you smiled ? he'd take pictures. you laughed ? wait, let him record. you just breathed ? he'd blush, giggle and kick his feet like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. honestly all you have to do is exist and he's flustered.

so when you stirred awake and opened your pretty eyes, satoru felt himself melting. he smiled subconsciously, caressing your cheek as he looked down at you. "morning, baby..." he mumbled. "mhm... what time is it...?" you asked, which caused him to look back at the clock. "5:30."

you frowned softly, snuggling into his side. "s'too early..." as he heard your sleepy voice, he chuckled softly. "s'too early, huh ?" he echoed. "yeah, you're right. c'mere. i wanna cuddle."

what could possibly be better than cuddling to fall back asleep ? yeah, that's what i thought.

ignoring everything that happened in jjk ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[st7rnioioss]

۶ৎ FARMERS!DAUGHTER!READER x COWBOY!MATT STURNIOLO

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut, fingering, praise kink?, secret relationship, mentions of a gun

you panted as you laid up against matt’s chest, the old bed beneath your bodies letting out squeaks as you squirmed, your nails digging into his jean-clad thighs, letting a sharp whine slip from your parted slip.

“y’gotta be quiet for me, darlin’. can’t have your daddy catch us, can we?” his voice sounded just beside your ear, dragging another whimper from your lips. just the thought of anyone seeing you like this made your head fuzz and eyes close shut, and another sweet moan echoed through the room.

matt had made you sneak out earlier, telling you to tell your father that you were just ‘running an errand’. but! matt had taken you to the roadhouse just down the country road. and gosh, had he adored watching you let loose, twirling around in the pretty white dress that complimented your soft skin just perfectly. he didn’t care about the drinks that night, leaving the roadhouse with more than half a beer left, but you in his hands.

hence why you’re here now… one of matt’s hands rest on your lower stomach, holding you still against his body, his other hand shoved under the beautiful dress, your panties tucked to the side as his fingers relentlessly make their way in and out of your sloppy cunt. his palm occasionally makes contact with your clit, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“matt! i can’t! please, please, please..” you blabbered, attempting to close your legs, but it was impossible from his legs locked around yours, keeping you spread open just for him. his fingers continued their languid movements, curling just perfectly to nudge at that sweet spot within you.

he was enjoying every second of this. watching his little angel fall completely apart beneath him, seeing him ruin you, from just his fingers. this wasn’t even the beginning of what he had of plans.

“nuh, uh. you can, baby. or i’ll stop..” he chuckled when he felt you immediately shake your head pathetically, nails digging further into the dark-washed denim with a whine of disagreement. you had to be quiet because he was well aware that your daddy had a well-beloved shotgun, and he wasn’t afraid to use it.

the whole situation has your head spinning. sure, you’ve done this before - alone. you’re so aroused from him reaching further than you could ever dream to attempt yourself, throwing your head back against his shoulder, feeling his chin rest on your collarbone to take a peek at his fingers thrust in and out of your sweet hole. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty, darlin’… cum for me.” his accent was thick, making your stomach churn and walls clench around his digits.

your eyes fell shut, back arching as his thumb made contact with your soft bud, his hand on your stomach sneaking its way to your mouth, muffling your moans as it became hard to hold back the sweet noises that threatened to slip, the only noise in the room being the wet and lewd squelching from your pussy.

“juuuust like that, huh? y'like that?” his hand tightened on your mouth when you let go of his thighs to instead dig your nails into his forearms and nodded weakly, your cunt tightening around his fingers that kept fucking in and out of your sopping cunt, his thumb not slowing the deliberate circles on your clit.

with a quiet whimper, you cum around his digits while he kisses and nibbles on the soft skin of your neck. “there we go, baby.. made jus’ for me, aren’t ya?” he cooed, slowing down his movements before they stopped completely, withdrawing his fingers from your sweet pussy.

hesitantly, he removed his hand from your mouth, his thumb running across your lower lip as he tugged it down, the fingers that had been inside of your pussy moment prior now resting on your tongue. as if your head wasn’t already clouded, it definitely was now, and it only made you want him to do it all over again.

“such an angel,” he kissed down your neck again, feeling your tongue swirl around the digits between your lips, before removing them with a pop. you turned your head to look up at him through hooded eyes, your face flushed and panting heavily.

“such an angel…” his words repeated, pressing a kiss to your forehead as a warm smile spread across your pink lips. “gotta get you to bed now, shall we?” you nodded, sitting back up in the bed as you tugged your panties back on.

“matty?” he turned around when he heard your sweet voice, putting his hat back on. “will i see you again tomorrow?” he almost melted at your words, smiling as you crawled under the covers.

“of course you will, sweet thing. i’ll be right back before you know it.” he stood by the edge of your squeaky bed, tilting your head up to meet his gaze by taking your chin between his fingers. “sleep tight, dolly.” you blushed at his words, smiling widely while looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

“good night, matt.” you whispered, as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, keeping his fingers on your chin. he pulled back, taking a look at you sitting there, all pretty in your bed, before pressing a finger to his lips as if to shush you, backing his way to the window. you giggled when he fiddled with the window, offering you a wink before he disappeared out into the night.

you were sure that night, that he’d just dragged you to heaven and back.

more farmers!daughter!reader here!

୭˚. ᵎᵎ tags: @jetaimevous @missmimii @mattscoquette @pearlzier @witchofthehour @elizasturn let me know if you'd like to be added or removed at any time!

© ST7RNIOIOSS est. 2023

[softbabybelle]

𝜗𝜚 c!w. crybaby!reader, finger sucking.

in all honesty, rafe cameron wasn't sure what started the tears coming but once they started, they wouldn't stop.

he knew today was a lot, dragging you here and there, working out business and juggling social needs in between, all with your hand clasped in his. you had a busy day. an overwhelming day.

rafe had noticed almost immediately when you started letting out little sighs when you'd walked into the country club with him. "y'okay, sweetheart?" and he watched you nod and push your head into his bicep. you offered him no words.

from there on out, you only got worse.

you were quiet all day, hardly uttering a word. more than once, he turned to you and you were just staring at the ground, eyes filling with tears. he'd gently rub his thumb across your hand or kiss his lips to your cheek.

he couldn't go home yet. after all, it had been you who begged for him to take you with him.

but when you were both finally situated and comfortable back in the living room at tannyhill, you finally let the first few tears roll down your cheeks.

it took mere minutes before you were babbling, fat tears falling from your eyes, hiccuping as you spoke.

"jus―jus wan'ed to spend time with you, rafey, 's all. 'n i couldn' 's too much. 's too much." you were blithering on, little cries enveloping every word.

"oh, i know, sweetheart, i know." and rafe wouldn't be ashamed to take you into his lap, gently rubbing up and down your sides with his chin to your shoulder, letting you cry it out. sometimes, he realised, crying all your tears out was the only way for you to get over something. "but you did so well, yeah? held on the entire way."

he felt you shake your head in the crook of his neck, whimpering. "wasn' good, rafey. was so bad."

a frown fell on his face. he knew you could get awfully emotional and dramatic at times, and he allowed it. he'd hug you while you cried and whisper pretty things in your ear when you felt upset. but he wouldn't let you talk bad about yourself. "none of that, princess, okay? you were good. so good. my best girl in the world, huh?"

but despite all his words, he couldn't get you to stop crying.

you were simply overwhelmed, overstimulated, over-everything.

it was all merely too much for his little crybaby.

and as your hiccups became more apparent, he chose to lift your head up and out of the crook of his neck. "gotta stop cryin', doll, gonna make yourself sick, alright?"

you hiccuped again with a nod. "'kay." shaky breath leaving you as you tried your hardest to stop.

your sniffles made him softly coo at you. "c'mere, baby." and he was suddenly lifting his pointer and middle finger up towards your mouth, tapping on your chin to ask you to part your lips. you did as you were told, opening up and letting his two fingers slide between your lips. "there you go, good girl."

he felt your tongue swirling around his digits, sucking on them.

"nice 'n slow, sweetheart, there you go." and he slowly lowered your head to sit on his chest, listening to your sniffles eventually fade out and feel drool leaking onto his fingers.

[paranoiddreams]

Awake ⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭

𝜗𝜚 bf!Jungkook x fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 WC!! - 1.18k

𝜗𝜚 Warnings!! - somno!, so non-con(?), jk a munch, oral (f), degradation, a lot of dirty talking idk what I was on, a little soft at the end, jk too sexy.

𝜗𝜚 A/n!! - I realized I haven’t been writing for my boys a lot so I went through some old shit and found this. Hope it’s not too rough, it was 3 am when I wrote this, if I can recall. Neways, hope yall 🤠 enjoy, pls lmk if there’s anything I missed in the warnings, and send in requests!!

Your eyes flutter open, consciousness slowly coming to the surface as you wake up. But instead of groggily trying to figure out where you are as you do when you usually wake up in the morning, you’re suddenly jolted to reality when a shiver of adrenaline surges through your body. That’s when you realize that it isn’t morning—the sky as pitch black as the bottom of the ocean. 

“What—ooh!” Your mumbled words of confusion are cut off by a loud gasp escaping your mouth as another rush of adrenaline rushes through your body. But when you look down to see the blankets thrown haphazardly off of your body, your panties around your ankles, and your boyfriend prying open you’re thighs, you realize it’s not adrenaline that woke you up. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing? What time is it?!” You question him, but your mind is cleared of all confusion when you feel soft lips press a trail of kisses up your inner thighs. 

“Mm, don’t worry about that, baby,” Jungkook says, putting his hands around your hips, lifting them to hold your bare cunt in front of his face. He blows a cool breath of air onto your throbbing heat, a whimper leaving your throat. “You just looked too pretty…I couldn’t sleep,” he says, “you drive me fucking crazy, you know?”

You open your mouth to speak, but your breath catches in your throat when he licks a stripe up your core, collecting your arousal on the pad of his tongue. He sticks it out, letting his spit drip onto your cunt with the most lewd expression in his eyes. “Fuck, Jungkook—“ you choke out, completely unprepared and barely processing what’s going on. 

He takes one of his hands, running his index and middle digits along your warm core, spreading the mixture of your arousal and his spit down to your entrance. He licks his lips, teasing you with his finger tips as if it wasn’t the middle of the night and he hadn’t woken you up so suddenly. You grab his wrist, but he’s too strong, and pushes his fingers into you, a loud wet squelch filling the room as he does. He curls the tips of his fingers inside your walls, brushing against your g-spot. 

“Mmm, fuck, more—please, more Jungkookie,” you whine. You almost cringe at how desperate and whorish you sound, but you can tell that Jungkook is enjoying every whimper, cry, and moan despite your embarrassment. 

“I love when you beg like a slut,” he laughs, “such a pretty slut for me—aren’t you?”

You nod your head feverishly, “y-yes, just for you,” you whine. 

He pulls his fingers out, pushing them into you again, setting a steady, teasing, pace. “Good girl, fuck,” he hisses.  He lowers his lips down again, licking at your sensitive clit with just the tip of his tongue. You can already feel your climax building up already, but as your core tightens around his fingers, he slows, prodding at your g-spot teasingly. 

“K-Kook, fuck, you feel so good,” you whine. He looks up at you, a lustful look in his doe eyes as he pulls his fingers out of your cunt, licking up to your clit with his tongue. 

“My delicious girl,” he rasps, the vibrations of his voice against your cunt. You squirm, feeling the tips of his fingers grip at the flesh of your thighs tightly. “Such a pretty slut, I can tell you already want to cum,” he laughs. 

He puts his fingers back into you, this time dragging a loud moan from your throat as he reaches deeper than before. He moves at a faster pace, still working on your sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, watching as you melt and writhe under his touch. 

“‘M gonna, ‘m gonna cum,” you cry out, “please don’t stop.”

As if fueled by your whimpers and pleas, Jungkook moves his fingers faster into your leaking cunt, your arousal collecting in his palm and around his lips as he laps up your essence with the pad of his tongue. 

“Give it to me baby, I know you can,” he almost begs, “come all over my fingers, show me how good you are.” 

His words, the rasp in his voice, the roughness of his fingers, and the desperation in his eyes send you over the edge, a shock of pleasure rolling through you as your climax washes over you. You feel Jungkook’s fingers leave your entrance, his tongue replacing them greedily as he licks up your cum, tongue dragging up the inside of your thighs. His other hand lifts from holding you down by the waist, to the flesh of your tummy, squeezing your fat teasingly. 

“So good,” he says, pressing a trail of kisses between the valley of your breasts. 

“Mmmf, fuck, what got into you?” You giggle, coming back to reality from the pits of pleasure you were thrusted into for a moment. 

Jungkook moves from your sensitive core, reaching up to kiss you on the lips. His tongue licks into your mouth, the taste of your own mess lingering on his tastebuds. 

“You’re so sexy when you sleep,” he laughs, “and you aren’t wearing any shorts…it’s just so easy.”

You giggle again, drunk off the taste of his spit and your release. “So you just came home from work and decided to indulge in your fantasies?” You tease. 

He smirks, “I know you’ve fantasized about that too…you’re such a dirty girl, and you’re not good at hiding it.”

You push your face into the crook of his neck, pushing him onto his back so you can crawl into his side. “I’m not?” You huff. 

“Nope, but maybe that’s just because I know you too well. I know how much you crave me, and you know how much I crave you.”

You close your eyes sleepily and laugh. “Just remind me to return the favor in the morning. I’m sleepy…”

Jungkook pats your head softly, tracing small circles into the side of your arm. “Oh I will—get some sleep baby, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[slut4hee]

Piece Of Cake 𐙚🧸ྀི

{Paring: Hyungline x Fem! Reader 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

{Genre: pure smut, just hyungline being munches ᡣ𐭩

{Synopsis: In which you asked hyunline to eat your a$$

{Warnings: pussy eating, ass eating, anal play, fingering, unprotected sex, just some freak ass shit okay! Mentions of breeding, mentions of kinks.

୨ৎ’ 𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑮

You and Heeseung had tried many things in the bedroom together, from bondage and sex toys, to cosplaying as the characters of the PC game you both loved so much. But not once did you guys ever do anything involving your anal, so when you suddenly asked him to eat your ass, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t a little caught off guard by your request, but at the same time very intrigued by it.

“Y-you want me to eat your ass?” He said breathless, bringing his head up from being buried between your legs, your arousal dripping down his chin. You instantly got a little shy and embarrassed, already regretting even asking him to do something like that out of nowhere, but you couldn’t help your hidden desire to feel his heavily tongue licking and fucking your tight puckered hole.

“I-It’s just an idea, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable Hee, I just thought maybe we could tr-“ before you could even finish your sentence, Heeseung quickly manhandled you and flipped you over into all fours. You gasped when you felt him land a harsh smack to your asscheek then spread them both apart. You bit your lip in anticipation, as he let a glob of spit fall from his mouth onto your asshole, as he gently rubs his thumb around your rim.

You whimpered when he sunk his rough thumb inside your rim, slowly inching in & out of your tight little asshole. “Fuck such a tight little greedy hole you have here baby” he groaned as he watched your tight puckered hole struggle to accommodate the size of his thumb fucking you open.

“F-fuck Hee, hurts but feel so good” you screamed in pain and pleasure, not once did you think that it would be this fucking good, I mean you knew anything Heeseung did to you in the bedroom was remarkable, but this was on some next level shit. You gripped the sheets as Heeseung replaced his thumb with his index finger, fingering your tight little hole at a much faster pace, you couldn’t take it anymore you needed to feel his tongue deep inside your ass right now.

“Daddy p-please! Need your tongue in my ass” you begged shamelessly, wanting nothing more but for him to fulfill your long awaited dirty desire. Heeseung could explode in his pants right now, just from your begging and the snug feeling of your hole wrapped around his digit, but he doesn’t want to make his princess wait any longer, always so eager to fulfill your wishes.

“Awee does my naughty little girl want my tongue in her ass, such a nasty little slut begging for me to eat her pretty little ass” he cooed at you, before landing another harsh smack to your asscheek before burying his face into your ass. You moaned out loud, gripping the sheets roughly as Heeseung licked and swirled his tongue around your asshole, eating your booty like it’s a full course meal.

He slid his long wet muscle inside your tight puckered hole, tasting what you have to offer, and tongue fucking your asshole like it was his cock. You let out a string of curses and loud whimpers, as you look back to see Heeseung’s face buried between your asscheeks, and the sight is so sinful yet so fucking hot, it’s everything you imagined it would be.

“𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬,𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

୨ৎ’ 𝑱𝑨𝒀

Everything about you and Jay’s relationship was vanilla, the sex was vanilla, and the way Jay treated you in and outside of bed was just very fucking 𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨. But don’t get me wrong, you loved how soft and gentle Jay was, in fact Jay was the sweetest and most loving man you ever been with.

But sometimes you craved something more extreme in bed, you craved for him to dominate you, just straight up slut you out. So that’s how you found yourself asking Jay to fulfill one of your dirtiest desires you hid from him for a while, being that Jay has never really been into kinks, in fact Jay was all about slow sensual and passionate love making. You both were currently in your shared bedroom, you on top of Jay as you rode his cock nice and slow just how he liked it.

Jay’s back rested against the Black Velvet headboard, as he held onto your waist, letting out soft and quiet moans as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. Of course it felt good to ride your man’s cock but sometimes you just wanted to go a little faster and maybe a little harder, but Jay always stopped you and always responded with “just take your time sweetheart, we have all night” so finally you decided enough is enough, and you’re going to get what you want tonight.

“Jay baby, I was wondering if we could maybe try something new in bed tonight?” you halted your movements, nervously sitting up straight, rubbing your hands down his chest softly. Jay also sat up straighter, still holding onto your waist, as he looked at you a little bit taken back by your sudden change of demeanor.

“Is everything alright my love, is it not feeling good?” Jay sounded so concerned, also a little nervous and insecure. You melted at his genuine concern for you and you almost felt bad for asking him something like this out of nowhere, but you couldn’t deny your desires any longer.

“I-it’s just, i think maybe we should take our sex life to the next level, you know try different things and maybe you being a little more rougher with me that’s all darling” you bit your lip nervously, hoping you won’t upset Jay with your sudden need of wanting to boost your bedroom experiences.

“You think our sex life is boring right? You think my way of having sex is lame don’t you?” He gulped, his voice carrying vulnerability and uncertainty. You immediately felt bad and leaned down to hug your boyfriend tightly, you didn’t mean for him to take that way.

“Oh god baby No, I didn’t mean in that way sweetie, of course you make me feel good, but you could make me feel even more better if we introduced a few more things in the bedroom” you reassured him, kissing all over his face. He smiled brightly at you, already feeling better from your sincere and loving words.

“So what did you have in mind baby ?” He asked you, looking at you full of affection and ready to fulfill your wish. You swallowed nervously, of course it would be something so extreme that you are wanting him to do in the beginning. You sat up straight again, as you prepared yourself for the worst.

“Ugh F-fuck Jongseong, just like that shittt” you moaned loudly as Jay had his face buried between your plump asscheeks, eating your ass like a starved caveman. He groaned against your tight puckered hole, the vibration from it, has you clenching your pussy around nothing, feeling so damn good from your boyfriend tongue fucking your gaping hole.

“𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

୨ৎ’ 𝑱𝑨𝑲𝑬

Jake was by far the nastiest, freakiest, and sexiest man you ever been with. You never met someone with such a high sex drive quite like Jake in your life. In fact it was almost abnormal how many rounds he could last in the bedroom, dick staying hard after cumming multiple times already. Also not to mention, this man is the 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮, the biggest munch of them all so there’s no surprise when Jake reacted the way he did, when you asked him to eat your ass.

“Fuck mama you serious? You want me to eat your sweet little ass?” He smirked in amusement, acting like an excited little puppy who’s getting offered their favorite treat. You hummed in agreement, still feeling weak from the three orgasms he’s pulled outta you.

“Yes Jakey, want to feel your tongue deep inside my ass” you moaned, your pussy clenching around his digits that’s currently scissoring in & out of your fluttering tight walls. Jake growled, as he withdrew his fingers from your pussy and flipped you around like you weighed nothing.

“Come on baby, bring that ass here” he softly patted you on the butt, to get you to move closer to him. You got on all fours, positioning your ass in the air, as you moved back closer to him, your ass now in his face. Jake bit his lip harshly, as he admired how perfect your plump booty was, and your tight little puckered hole winking at him.

“Fuckk, look at you all ready for me to devour, shit you’re so sexy baby” he landed a harsh smack to your left asscheek, before leaning down kiss it. He gently sunk his teeth into your asscheek, taking a little bite at it before burying his face between your asscheeks. He exhaled as he took a good sniff of your aroma and he groaned at the heavenly smell.

“Fucking hell baby, smell so damn good” he smirked against hole before extending his tongue out to lick your tight rim. You screamed out in pleasure, overwhelmed by the feeling of his tongue circling your asshole.

“Oh my god yunie, fuck that feels fantastic” you whimpered, gripping the sheets tightly as Jake ate your booty like it was his last meal on earth. You looked back to see Jake face buried deep into your ass, you bit your lip at the unholy sight, Jake was having the time of his life as he rub his face all between your cheeks, rotating between eating your pussy and tongue fucking your asshole.

“𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗹”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

୨ৎ’ 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑵

You never thought sex could be so damn good until you met Sunghoon. You were a bit inexperienced as well when you two first met, so he introduced you into a lot of different ways you could please him in the bedroom. Sunghoon was a man of kinks, he loved to breed you full, and he loved that he was so much bigger than you, towering over you as he fucked you in missionary.

As time went by, you grew to become just as kinky as he is, trying out new kinks every week in your shared bedroom. You just couldn’t get enough of how good sex was with Sunghoon, always craving his touch and wanting to be under him, just like now you’re currently getting your back blown out, by your very handsome boyfriend.

“Fuck doll, pussy so good” he grunted, as he delivered brutal thrusts to your pussy, completely rearranging your guts. You screamed out in pleasure, at the feeling of his long girthy cock penetrating your gummy walls, you looked back to see Sunghoon fucking you senseless, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“Ohhh yess, hoonie you’re so deep feels so fucking good” you whimpered at the sound of your ass meeting his pelvis, Sunghoon groaned at the sight of it, licking his lips like he’s starving, truly something out of a porno film, as he continued his assault on your wet dripping pussy.

You watched as Sunghoon licked his lips and stuck his tongue out, as he concentrated on making you feel good, but couldn’t help but think about the dirty little fantasy you been fantasizing about for a long time now. Sunghoon noticed you clenching around his dick tighter than usual, he let out a deep groan as he slowed his slowed his movements.

“Fuck baby, what you thinking about, that’s got you clenching around me like crazy” he panted, kneading the fat of your ass, as he continued to fuck you deep and hard” you whined at his deep strokes, drool dripping from your mouth as you struggled to speak.

“H-Hoon, want you to eat my ass” you slurred your words, floating on cloud nine as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot over and over. Sunghoon halted his movements and stared at you with an intense gaze, you immediately snapped out of your lust filled trance, looking at him nervousl feeling like you took it too far but instead, Sunghoon chuckles darkly, as withdraw his cock from your pussy, and got on his knees on the bed.

“Wow darling, that’s one naughty request but what can I say, you learned from the best” and with that he buries his face between your asscheeks, not giving you any time to think before he’s eating your ass like his life’s on the line. You arched your back, as you feel the pleasure of his tongue licking and fucking your ass, and his index finger, plunging inside your pussy.

You were simply obsessed with fucking Sunghoon, and you weren’t ashamed to say it, in fact if he told you to scream it to the world you would in a heartbeat. You never thought a tongue in your asshole would feel this damn good, or maybe it’s because it’s Sunghoon’s tongue in your asshole.

“𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵”

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

A/n: I’ve decided to bless you all with one of my works, that’s been just sitting in my drafts😭 teeheee I’m still sick as dog and I miss writing so much but omg yall I’m sorry but i had to i just freaking had to make write Hyungline being munches and eating ass sorry not sorry 😚 this was too hot! Divider creds to @anitalenia

[nana-au]

𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄...

 𝜗𝜚 Satoru Gojo Prince AU ♡ part two

 𝜗𝜚 Summary: the arrival of the annual ball the gojo's host each year stirs up a lot of emotions for the prince. he's expected to make his first moves of the social season. with all eyes on him, satoru finds himself openly declaring where he stands on the matter. story summary based off of this drabble

𝜗𝜚 Warnings: forbidden love, unspoken feelings, heavy angst, hurtful words aimed towards reader regarding her place in society, satoru struggles with adhd

 𝜗𝜚 wc: 3,411

𝜗𝜚 an: part two is here! this one is a closer to what happened in the drabble i originally wrote. buckle in.

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A week passes by quickly after that heart fluttering moment you shared with the Prince, and the dreaded day of the Gojo’s annual ball falls upon the palace. By the time you go to wake up Satoru, he’s already sat up in bed staring at the wall ahead of him. The uneasiness that filters from his body and surrounds the atmosphere is hard to ignore. “The King and Queen are requesting your presence at breakfast,” you tell him, his right eye twitching at your words. You knew what this meant for Satoru better than anyone. It was the first ball where he would be expected to find a royal debutante to court. You fought back a shudder at the thought. After moments of silence he finally gets up, hastily buttoning up a sleep shirt to face his parents before walking down the halls of the estate with you. His already pale face was ghostly white as he walked in step with you. His legs were long, one stride for him being two strides for you - but you've long been used to keeping up with his pace. Finding it as easy as breathing. You reach your pinky out to touch his, trying to subtly offer him your touch as support. His slender pinky feels yours and he quickly intertwines the two digits. He relaxes slightly, allowing the small amount of your skin against his to ease his anxiety. It isn't much longer before you're at the King and Queen’s preferred dining room, feeling Satoru start to stiffen again. “Deep breaths,” you whisper to him before pushing the doors open. His anxiety seems to disappear under the watchful eyes of his parents as he nonchalantly makes his way to his seat. You follow, pulling out his chair for him before making your way to the spot against the wall behind him. When it's just the two of you, Satoru insists you sit across from him and even begs you to break your fast with him. But being in front of the King and Queen, the rules you abided by were no longer Satoru’s but the two people who dictated both of your lives. It irritated Satoru to no end that he couldn’t see you behind him, and instead of eating his food he decided to push the pieces of meat around on his plate. 

“Satoru,” the Queen called out to him, causing him to straighten his back, “Remember your manners. Especially today of all days,” she huffed, taking a sip from her water glass. Upon getting his attention she continues talking to her son, “There will be plenty of high status women vying for your attention tonight. I ask that you entertain at least one,” she says sternly. “That includes participating in at least one dance, Satoru,” her hard face seemingly daring the Prince to ignore her requirements for the night. His own face finds the palm of his hand as he once again slumps in his seat and you feel a bead of sweat run down your back. As his servant, you’re not entirely in charge of getting the Prince to behave, but it doesn’t exactly make you look good either. 

“Prince Gojo, please make sure you are giving your full attention to the Queen,” you remind him and if you were any other person he wouldn’t be capable of biting his tongue at the statement. All though, it didn’t feel good to have you scold him either. He felt betrayed for some reason, and he struggled to keep the hurt from bubbling to the surface. He nodded to his mother regardless, adjusting his posture. 

𝜗𝜚

Upon leaving his parent’s private dining room, you bid goodbye to Satoru for the day. You’re not surprised when he suddenly has a burst of energy, “Wait, what?” he asks you, stopping you in your tracks. 

“I have to help my mother in the kitchens. I’m sorry Satoru,” you tell him, almost whispering when you use his given name so close to where the King and Queen spend their days. He huffs like a child, giving you pleading eyes.

“But who will pick out my attire?” he asks you, finding any reason to excuse you from your responsibilities in the kitchen. 

“Already taken care of,” you pat the top of his head and he groans, “The Queen picked it out anyways,” he goes to open his mouth but you’re already interrupting him, “There are other servants assigned to help you bathe and dress and fix your hair up. I wasn’t going to abandon you without setting you up well today,” you tell him, a small smile spreading across your lips. He still isn’t amused, reaching his pinky out to yours one last time. You can’t help but do a quick scan of the hall before intertwining yours with his, squeezing his in reassurance before turning your back to him and walking down the hall. “I’ll see you tonight, Prince Gojo,” you call out to him and you chuckle when you can hear him whine at the formality. 

𝜗𝜚

Satoru’s day dragged on without you in it. His mother had sent one of her own personal servants to walk him through the many guests that would be arriving. He didn’t bother to pay attention as the petite, older woman read out their names and status one by one. The Queen had to be a fool to believe Satoru was going to bother memorizing a single person. 

The servant made note of each available woman of royalty as she read down the impossibly long list and Satoru started to zone out completely at the first mention of a viable woman to court. The details of her political standing, who her father was, how sizable her dowry was… it was all useless information. To hell with it all, Satoru thought. The side of his head rested in his right hand, his eyes scanning the luxurious paintings around him; desperately wishing he was in an open field or the calm waters of the Ocean. Just like the scenes in the gold framed paintings depicted. Anywhere but where he currently was. 

He chose to focus his thoughts on you; lips forming a tight line as he pondered his circumstances. He vividly remembered his childhood with you. Being the only child his mother was able to carry to term, she was entirely devoted to his wellbeing at first. You had been born the same year as him and she saw no better fit for his development than another child. You lived a privileged life compared to other servants born into their servitude. You played in the gardens with Satoru; chasing grasshoppers and trying to catch the colorful fish in one of their many ponds. He still remembers the color of your eyes as you stood under the beating sun, your hair tied up neatly every morning by your mom. Younger you looked so much more alive. He wondered if he also changed like you. Now a hollowed out man with an equally hollow face.

You had even been able to attend some of Satoru’s classes with him as a child, since you were the only person able to get his unwavering attention. No matter what the teacher’s tried, the Prince would only listen to you when you pointed to his books for him to read a passage. The adults in your lives couldn’t understand what there was about you that kept his attention. But for him, it was the only thing in his life he could understand. There was always something about you that commanded his devotion and peaked his interest no matter how many hours in his day he spent with you. You were different from everyone else, and sadly you were different from him too. His head involuntarily shook when his memories went to a less favorable place: the same place that had you in the kitchens and him going over a list of women he would never dream of wanting. 

“Prince Gojo, you’re keeping up, yes?” the older woman asks, her voice sickly sweet but hiding her underlying annoyance with the Prince. Satoru yawns in response, nodding his head but not bothering to verbally answer her. 

𝜗𝜚

Time went on despite the Prince’s wishes and servants came in and out of his quarters. They bathed him, cleaned up his hair, and smoothed out his luxuriously blue waistcoat all despite the swatting of his hands and the roll of his eyes. Satoru had nothing to look forward to in his evening. You would surely be spending your time in the kitchens, assisting your mother in loading up endless drinks and fancy snacks that Satoru could only name because he kept track of every bite-sized morsel that offended his tongue. 

The night arrived and the guests began to pile into the Gojo’s massive ballroom, meaning Satoru had to unfortunately act like a Prince. He smiled at every face that passed his, entertaining those who struck up conversation, and offering drinks to keep people from getting ‘parched’. His princely display was entirely rehearsed, even the part where Satoru pretended that the sound of the live orchestra wasn’t driving him mad underneath the never-ending string of thoughts he always struggled with. 

Unbeknownst to Prince Gojo, his mother sat in the Queen’s seat at the center of the room, eyes glued onto her son’s every move. She silently critiqued him whenever he failed to hide his grimace and clicked her tongue as he avoided meeting a debutante's lingering stare. She leaned into the King’s ear, unable to keep her observations to herself and the King grunted in response, slurping from his chalice. 

The part of Satoru’s night he was most dreading arrived but the Prince was too distracted to hear the sound of the announcement he was anxiously waiting for. The Princess his mother’s servant drilled into his head earlier in the day was loudly greeted by the piercing sound of a trumpet and the roaring claps of the people inhabiting the room - but it was impossible for Satoru to hear when the glow of your face under the bright light sparkled in his line of sight. His breath hitched and he felt the familiar feeling of his throat tightening at the sight of you, his vocal chords tensing from the desire to call out your name. He swiftly made his way to you, hardly acknowledging the people he was pushing past when relief was just in reach.

He was directly in front of you when your eyes finally snapped up to his, the lines of your face smoothing out from the relief of seeing him. He breathed out your name and you smiled earnestly at him. “Prince Gojo,” you said, equally as breathy as you let a wave of ease crash upon your previous misery. It was your first time being on the ballroom floor during one of the Gojo’s regal events and you sweated at the intensity of it all. If you had it your way, you would never be subjected to the blinding lights and the heat caused by so many bodies in a single room; but one of the girls who would usually be holding your plate of hor d'oeuvres got sick moments before the first guests arrived. So here you were, standing around like a fool as you offered rich people mushy bites of whatever the royal court deemed popular that season. They didn’t even bother to look at you as they all grabbed the food off the tray you were holding, and you were reminded how these people saw you; not even worth the seconds it would take to meet your eyes.

Satoru was overwhelmed in a whole new way upon seeing you in attendance. It didn’t even cross his mind that you were doing a job; to him you were more important than every person standing in the room. None of their job descriptions or royal titles were even close to importance once you walked in. Satoru studied your figure, noticing the servant's uniform reserved for special occasions hugging your curves and your delicate lips colored with rogue. “You’re sparkling,” he says, not realizing it was out loud and you giggle awkwardly, unsure what he meant by that - but in his eyes you shone brighter than the heavens under the light given by a nearby chandelier. His hand comes up to the side of your head, and before you can even think of pulling away he’s twirling a single strand of hair that came loose from your ponytail around his slender finger. You hiccup at the action, seeing how enthralled he was to touch you in a room full of people. 

“Satoru-” you say, your voice barely above a whisper; the deep blush you now sported heating up your face worse than the lights. “You should really get back to the guests,” you tell him. He pays no mind to your words, his electric blue eyes entranced as he watches the strands of your hair lace around his digit.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the King and Queen see everything. They see their son choosing the company of a servant rather than their important guest - their son ignoring the Princess that just arrived despite the Queen making it clear he was to greet her. They watched as their son twirled your hair around his pathetic finger and smiled down at you like you were his world. It was making the Queen sick as she fanned herself, unable to look away from the disturbing scene unfolding in front of her. 

Satoru was insatiable. He tried to make conversation with the other royals roaming the ballroom but he stood no chance knowing you were just at the other end of the room. He gravitated to you, no matter where in the room you ended up in. He didn’t even bother to take the food off your plate to make it maybe even a little less obvious what he was doing. When it got closer and closer to the end of the night and Satoru still hadn’t asked someone for a dance, you pleaded with him to do as he was instructed. It was expected for the Prince to have a dance at every one of their annual balls; and this year it was anticipated that he would choose an available woman close in age to show his interest to everyone attending. Satoru only chuckled when you took an exasperated tone with him, insisting he hurry up and choose a dance partner. He does his signature eye roll, full of amusement and teasing before his face finally loses its humor. His lips part as he moves in close, his large hand coming up to grip your shoulder as he leans closer and closer into you, “Alright, I’ll dance. But you're still the only girl I want to hold in my arms,” he leans away just as fast as he had entered your personal space - giving you a cheeky smile before asking the first random woman he sees among the crowd of people. She’s a round woman, obviously out of his age range and sporting a wedding ring, but that doesn’t matter to Satoru. The crowd of people whisper amongst each other at what the Prince could possibly mean by picking her. Your stomach drops at the realization Satoru wasn’t even going to try and play by the King and Queen’s rules. His eyes were glued to yours the entire dance, releasing the once hidden defiance that always swirled under his skin for the entire room to finally see. Satoru wasn’t going to adhere to what society expected of him.

That terrified you. 

𝜗𝜚

You barely finished cleaning up the kitchen when the Queen’s most favored servant made an appearance, your father alongside her with a pale face. “The Queen is requesting your family’s attendance in her study,” she simply states before turning around and making her way down the hall, expecting you all to follow her. Your mother sets down the towel she was drying dishes with and hurries along, calling out your name when you fail to move with her. 

The long walk to the King and Queen’s quarters does little to steady your beating heart. It felt as though it was trying to jump out of your chest, abandoning you to deal with the consequences it caused. 

You knew this meeting had something to do with the Prince which made every step feel heavier and heavier, your feet practically dragging across the marble floors. The look on the Queen’s face as she sat primly on her chaise lounge sent your stomach into a series of flips. She was alone surprisingly, the King obviously tucked away in bed to leave his wife to unleash the storm of words she readied for you. Upon entering, your family got onto their knees, bowing low to the white haired woman with cold eyes. “Our Queen,” your father spoke first, adjusting his tone to sound like a child who was caught stealing a cookie; a tone that was laced with guilt and begged for forgiveness. 

“No more,” she says, her voice in direct contrast to your fathers: loud and shrill. “You will be the Prince’s personal servant no more,” she aims her rage towards you and you jump, your body beginning to shake when your brain finally processes the words she used. “Tonight was an embarrassment. Positively humiliating!” she grips the tea cup in her hand, knuckles turning white, “the King and I will stand for this no longer. You are to be moved to kitchen duty immediately! All contact with Satoru will cease tonight. I forbid you from ever being alone with him,” you’re shaking as she describes to you your new reality, unable to dodge the venomous sting of her words. “Disobey my orders child,” she insults you, attempting to put you down regardless of the fact you are just as old as her adult son, “-and you and your family will find yourselves on the streets, shunned by the people who are loyal to this kingdom,” You don’t look up, your eyes fixed on the plush rug of her study to hide the tears cascading down your cheeks, but you can feel both your parents tense at her words. She huffs, taking a pause to sip from her cup before continuing her speech. 

“I trust you aren’t so foolish as to think this little crush was going to become something more. The Prince may be infatuated now - but once his responsibilities sink in you will be nothing but his property. Forced to raise his children and scrub the forks that touch his lips,” You choke back a sob, desperately trying to hold it in until you make it back to the servant’s quarters. “You may be what he wants but you could never be what he needs. Your place in life ensures such. Satoru needs a wife of high status to continue our legacy. Your blood would just smear it,” she sighs, almost like the conversation was starting to bore her. “I trust you understand the words I am telling you. It’s your responsibility to ensure Satoru wants nothing to do with you. I don’t care how you do it, but this silly little infatuation he has must come to an end,” she says before she dismisses the three of you with a wave of her hand, turning her attention back to her book that rested in her lap as you sauntered off. 

You meet your parent’s eyes once you leave her study, their faces sunken in from stress. Looking at the both of them, it is obvious the sacrifices they made for you. Their hands were rough from decades of labor, their eyes dark from sleepless nights, and their clothes worn down from years of wear. You don’t give them the opportunity to speak, too scared of what they could say. “I’m sorry for the worry I have caused the both of you. I-,” your voice breaks but you steel yourself as best as you can, “I promise I won’t do anything more that may jeopardize our family’s honor.” You leave it at that, turning your back to them and heading to your room.

That night you cry enough tears to fill all of the Gojo’s ponds - and maybe even enough to water their gardens too before your exhaustion outweighs your pain and you drift off to sleep. 

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[moirasdolly]

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Digitally Yours ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟMoira x Fem Reader

Synopsis: The morning after you two spend the night together, you end up making breakfast for Moira. Lots of cuddling and loving ensues.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening ♪ ིྀ: Someone To Call My Lover - Janet Jackson

Previous Chapter: 5

❦ Chapter 6: The Morning After

As sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of your bedroom your eyes fluttered open and you were greeted by the sight of your favorite woman. It took a moment for your eyes to focus, but once the sleepiness had dissipated from your eyes, she finally came into full focus. She was still asleep so it gave you a moment to just take in all of her features. Her ginger hair was messy and draped over her face partially, so you reached your finger tips out to gently tuck her hair behind her ear. You let your hand rest on her cheek and with feather-light touches your thumb caressed her soft skin. Your gaze lingered for just a few more moments before checking your phone for the time. It was still only about 7 in the morning and you were oh so tired from the previous day's activities so you snuggled into Moira’s chest and decided another hour of sleep couldn’t hurt.

The next time you woke it was just shy of 10 o’clock and Moira was awake this time. She had taken it upon herself to run her long, thin fingers through your hair as you slept. “My sweet girl… You’re finally awake.” She cooed softly, her sleep-ridden voice was giving you butterflies. You hummed out an affirmative yes instead of a reply, for now. As you sat up you stretched your arms high above your head and let out a big yawn. “‘M still sleepy though.” You say as you rub your eyes. She gave you a knowing look, one that said she knew she was the reason for your fatigue. You narrow your eyes at her, feeling a bit frisky, “Don’t give me that look!” A playful grin tugged on your lips.

In the blink of an eye Moira was hovering over you, her arms on either side of your body. Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden move, but you didn’t have time to react because in seconds the older woman was leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Your body is simply divine, I couldn’t help but ravage it last night… Sorry about that sweetheart.” Her lips make contact with the soft skin of your neck and she gives you a chaste kiss, before trailing a dozen more kisses up your jawline and to your cheek. Giggles escaped your lips at the little ticklish kisses she was giving you, and you cupped her cheeks gently before tugging her to your lips. The two of you shared a sweet kiss that was full of love and made you incredibly giddy. Once you parted from her she stood up and pulled you up with her. It still made you heart race that she handled you like you were as light as a feather.

“What do you say I make us breakfast right now?” You wrapped your arms around her neck and leaned into her. She placed her hands on your plump hips and held you tight as the two of you swayed closer to the bedroom door. “I would love that, but shouldn’t I be doing that for you instead, darling?” You shook your head at her and pouted your lips. “Nope! I want to do something special for you since you took such good care of me last night.” Moira was getting lost in your adorable mannerisms and she ended up staying silent for a moment before nodding her head, “Very well then.” A small smile was tugging on the corner of her lips as you broke the embrace and began pulling her to the kitchen.

Your hands never parted ways the entire way to the kitchen and even when you arrived, you were very reluctant to let go of her hand. You pulled the back of her hand up to your lips to press a soft kiss to it and she couldn’t help but chuckle at your silly antics. You pulled out a chair for her at the dining room table and motioned for her to sit. “But you’ll be so far away from me…” Moira tried to reason with you, but you were set on making sure she was comfortable this morning. You placed your index finger to your lips with a quiet “Shhh” before shuffling to the fridge.

Pancakes were the obvious choice for you to make since it seemed like Moira had somewhat of a sweet tooth. You had noticed this before in previous calls, she always had some sort of sweet snack or drink with her, and the way she enjoyed the cake you had made her, led you to that conclusion. Strawberries, blueberries, and fresh maple syrup were your toppings of choice and you confirmed with a moira before beginning to cut up the fresh fruit. Your melodic hums floated through the quiet kitchen and intermingled with chirping birds and you got lost in cutting up the fruit. You hadn’t even noticed that Moira had gotten up from her seat at the dining table and instead began making her way to you.

Her arms slid around your waist gently and she rested her chin at the top of your head. You were startled at first, but melted into her touch almost immediately. She said nothing, but she didn’t need to. Silence between the two of you was comfortable and felt like the type of domestic love you had wanted your whole life. She just listened to your sweet melody and swayed you back and forth, occasionally leaving small kisses on your scalp as you prepared the fruit.

Once you finished, the older woman was almost unwilling to let go of you, but a loud growl from her stomach interrupted her protests. You turned around in her grip, giving her a knowing look and she unwrapped her arms from around your waist, but didn’t return to her previous seat. “Fine, you can stay in here, but I'm putting you to work!” You turned on your heels to rummage through the fridge again for the remaining wet ingredients for the pancakes.

“I thought you wanted me to relax this morning?” She jests, a slight smirk growing on her face. “Hmmm,” You furrow your brows, pretending to think about it, “I think I changed my mind.” You erupt into small giggles and Moira feels like she had just fallen in love again

Everything you did captivated her. Every laugh, smile, cute mannerism you exhibited just made her heart feel like it was about to burst, but she had to control herself. If not she would never be able to stop talking about how much she loved you.

“Whatever you want me to do, mo grhá.” Your heart pounded at how much of a gentlewoman she was. She had even bowed her head slightly as if she was saying she was at your service.

“Oh what would I do without you on this fine morning?” You sighed as you pulled her in for a quick kiss. After parting you placed your hands on your hips and decided it was time to actually start cooking.

You had only asked her to do easy tasks such as retrieving measuring cups and holding them while you poured ingredients. You simply just wanted to be close with her and feel the adoration radiating off of her. It was your first morning together as an official couple and you already felt like you were living in a dream.

The batter was finally finished and mixed to perfection. Blueberries were folded into the batter delicately before you used a measuring cup to scoop up some of it into the heated pan. Sizzles filled your ears and the smell of pancakes drifted through the air as you flipped each one once they were done. They were a perfect golden brown on each side and the spare plate was beginning to fill up with pancakes. It was far too much for just the two of you, but your love language was cooking and you couldn’t help it. You’d even feed Moira yourself if she’d let you.

You scooped the last one up and placed it at the top of the stack before turning off the pan and removing it from heat. Moira’s eyes raised at the sight and chuckled your name quietly. “Darling, these look delectable.” She reached for the plate and brought it to the dining table as you scraped all of the strawberries into a small bowl and grabbed the maple syrup, and you shortly joined her.

You used the same spatula as you did while cooking the pancakes to place a couple onto the older woman’s plate. “How much do you want?” You say with a slight tilt of your head, waiting expectantly for her answer in regard to the strawberries. Moira tapped her chin in mock contemplation before finally deciding, “Dear, as much as you feel is right.” You took that in stride and gave her a ton because you knew she’d love it. Your own plate was assembled the same way and finally you added the finishing touch and drizzled the sweet, sticky, maple syrup all over the top.

“My love, thank you for treating us to a wonderful breakfast.” Moira spoke, reaching across the table to envelope your hand in her larger one. She brought your hand to her lips slowly and gave it a chaste kiss before letting you go gently. “Oh it’s nothing…” You mumble softly, you really had just wanted to make her happy and cooking was one of the ways you showed love. “Now dig in!” A giggle slips past your lips.

The two of you fall into casual chatter in between bites of the fluffy, sweet pancakes. Topics jumped from how beautiful the weather was that morning, to what plans were to be made later on that day since Moira did get quite a few days off for you.

After your last bite you lean back in your chair and pat your tummy, “I’m stuffed…” Moira says nothing at first, but she couldn’t miss her chance to fluster you as always. “I could stuff you in a different way if you’d let me, my little rabbit.”

Of course you were caught off guard by her vulgar proposition, but part of you wanted her to say more, to get you even more flustered. Instead you shoot out of your chair and grab her plate to place it in the sink. “You are just unbelievable.” Your pink cheeks betray you though, and Moira knows she’s got you right where she wants you. “Ahh, but you were thinking about it weren’t you?”

You whip your head around with a pout, “Maybe…” You mumble out, “That’s for later though.” You wink at her with a giggle, regaining your composure.

Her mouth twitches into a smile and in that moment you think she’s just the prettiest woman alive. She gets up from her seat and brings the remaining pancakes with her as she joins you in the kitchen. “Dear, you took such good care of me this morning, let me return the favor.” She leans down to place a kiss on your cheek as she takes the dirty plates from your hands. “Let me wash them.” You don’t protest, instead you place the leftover pancakes into the fridge and let the other woman get to work.

Just as she did earlier, you sneak up behind her and snake your arms around her waist and lean against her. Your soft breasts and tummy press against her back and she could honestly stay like this forever. She loved how warm and cozy you felt against her, she wouldn’t ever give you up for anyone else. “God darling, I never want you to let go of me.” She mutters out.

“I’ll have to if you wanna see my face again.” You joke, knowing she was just being hyperbolic. “But if you insist.” And you squeeze her even tighter. She laughs at your attempt to never let her go as she places the clean plates in your dish rack before drying her hands. Once she was completely finished she spun around in your grasp when you loosened up just a bit and she took the opportunity to lift you up into her arms. You wrapped your thighs around her waist and popped your arms around her neck to stabilize yourself as she gripped your plush thighs. You could never truly get used to how easily she picked you up, and it never failed to make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

She carried you to the couch and collapsed onto it with you still in her arms. You ended up on top of her as the two of you flopped onto the couch in a pile of tangled limbs and little giggles. “You’re so comfy.” You say quietly as you nuzzle into her chest. “And you’re so warm, like a big kitty.” She says with a kiss on the top of your head. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you cuddle in the afternoon sun. After a moment a thought crosses your mind, “What if you stayed here the whole week?” You squeezed your eyes shut as you waited for an answer.

“If you’ll have me.” Her answer came with no hesitation present in her voice. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at her, meeting her heterochromatic gaze. “If I had it my way, you’d be moving in here for good.” Your sweet laugh fills the living room after your confession. “One day, my heart.” She smiles down at you, and you can tell she’s being genuine. The pure love in her gaze and tone just made you feel secure in a way that you’ve never felt. You hide your smile by tucking your head under her chin, and the older woman can’t help but think back to her earlier comment of you reminding her of a kitty. She was sure that if you could, you’d be purring right now out of happiness.

“I’m so excited for you to stay with me this week...” And that was just the start of your rambling about everything the two of you could do in your time together. Moira let you talk her head off and she honestly thought it was endearing. She was more of a listener than a talker anyway, but when she did chime in it was to lay a sweet compliment on you or confirm the plans you were mentioning.

“It sounds like you have a full schedule for us, I would be happy to oblige.” She runs her hands over the small of your back, rubbing it gently. You sigh quietly at the blissful feeling. “I knew you would, you love me too much to say no.”

The older woman chuckles at your antics, but she knew it was true. She wouldn’t dare say no to you, instead she’d spoil you rotten and go along with anything you wanted no matter what. “You know me too well mo grhá.”

You thought about how close you had grown to her in all the months you had been talking and thought it seemed like it was just yesterday you were being charmed by her anonymous tips and comments on your streams. These thoughts soon shifted to how you hadn’t been streaming much these days. You just didn’t like the idea of any other woman seeing your body in the ways Moira had, you wanted to be kept as a little present for her and her only. “You know baby… I’ve been thinking about quitting camming.”

This had come as a shock to Moira, of course she fully supported anything you wished to do with your life, but she hadn’t wanted to hinder you at all and she needed to make that clear. “My dear, surely this isn’t because of me, right?” She started, “If you wish to continue, I have no objections, I’m secure with our love for each other.”

“Oh no!” You giggled in response. “I just think I have no desire to anymore. The moment I talked to you, I wanted to be only yours.” You confess. “I just continued to stream because it was sort of a routine for me…”

“Then I support you, little dove.” She rested her hands on your waist now. “In any case I don’t need your streams anymore, not when I have the real, beautiful thing right in front of me.”

Joy rushed through your veins at her sweet words. You truly don’t know how you had managed to romance the sweetest woman on earth. “Thank you… Thank you for loving me in such a pure way.” You smile up at her, sitting up in the process. “You’re everything I ever needed in life.” You confess.

“And you are what I have been searching for since forever.” Her hand rested on your cheek as her thumb caressed you. “Come back here darling.” She mumbled out before pulling you back down to her chest and the two of you basked in the gentle rays of light that filtered through your curtains.

By now it was late afternoon and your cuddle session was interrupted by the need to eat lunch, so you pulled out all the leftovers from the previous day's picnic and chowed down. It was just as yummy as you remembered and you let out a hymn of contentment as you munched on the little sandwiches and fruit salad. “You look so pretty when you eat.” Moira pointed out, unable to take her eyes off of you. Your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up. All you could focus on was the fact that Moira still thought you were cute doing the most mundane, everyday things. “Oh stop it…” You were beginning to feel more shy now.

“Seriously, I love how you enjoy nourishing that beautiful body of yours.” Anytime she complimented your body, it just felt so genuine. A small smile was growing on your lips and you felt way too giddy to even try to hide it. It felt good for someone to love you down to every inch of you.

“You flatter me so much.” Your smile grew just a bit. “Just look at you, you’re perfect too.” Your eyes darted around her tall frame before landing right back on her eyes. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you could have sworn Moiras cheeks turned a light shade of pink at your comment.

“I love you.” She said simply.

“I love you too.” You responded back with no hesitation.

Your quick exchange of affection signaled the end of your lunch and this time you decided to let the dishes sit in the sink for just a bit so you could continue your cuddle session as soon as you could.

The rest of your day consisted of laying on the couch together, almost never parting from each other as you watched a plethora of movies that ranged from romance, comedy, action, and anything else both of you could think of. As nightfall approached, you whipped up a quick dinner that you decided you could eat in the comfort of your living room instead to keep the coziness going and once you finished it was right back to cuddling. You just couldn’t get enough of each other and neither of you were complaining. You felt safest and the most comfortable in each other's arms, so you stayed just like that for the rest of the night.

In the middle of an animated movie you had chosen, you began to feel fatigue washing over you and Moira felt your body relaxing and breathing slowing down as she held you from behind. She could tell you could barely stay awake so she took the liberty of turning down the tv and pulling the blanket further over both of you. “Goodnight, love.” She whispered to you, but got no response. She looked at you fondly as sleep overtook your body. She ended up finishing the movie, but not long after that she joined you in slumber as the soft glow of the tv illuminated you, eventually shutting off on its own.

[love4ng1e]

✶ Random things to manifest (3)

.⋆𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 .⋆

Since you guys seem to love this series so much here's more!

1. Naturally looking like you have makeup on

2. Your desired album of your favorite artist

3. A horse

4. Constantly getting asked out by attractive people

5. Receiving new clothing every day

6. Russian cursive handwriting

7. Ability to see dead people (be sure to manifest you don't get freaked out!)

8. Having photographic memory

9. Having synesthesia

10. Mastering your desired martial art

11. A Juicy Couture bag

12. Cool funky belts

13. A sword (I love swords)

14. A Mustang

15. Skipping your period the upcoming month (if you're a girl)

16. Never getting bloated

17. Immunity to school air

18. Being fluent in your desired language

19. A digital camera

20. Old love

21. A new name (if you don't like your name!)

22. Being your desired height

23. Naturally tinted pink/cherry red lips

24. Knowing how to kiss

25. Getting an acting offer

- 𝜗𝜚

[tteokdoroki]

hi hi !! :3 first off ur new theme is soo so cute!! n for your valentines event i wanted to send in one for satoru + an amusement park date as the gift !! you can make it sweet or spicy but i don’t have a specific kink in mind for it so that’s free range for ya ehehe

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SATORU GOJO. swipe spicy: high on you.

about. boom, it’s a match! satoru gojo has always come up with creative ways to celebrate the most romantic day of the year. this time, he decides to make things a little naughtier atop a ferris wheel ride ( 1.4K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, established relationships, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, also ik ferris wheels don’t exist at amusement parks shuddap!! fem!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event !

every valentine’s day you’ve spent with satoru has been unique. different. 

for your first, he’d filled every corner of your apartment with every type of flower he could possible find because he wasn’t sure what type was your favourite (he was too nervous to ask). for the second, he’d rented out an entire aquarium for you to walk through and dragging him through each exhibition with pure unfiltered joy. for the Valentine’s Day that he had proposed — your third or fourth, satoru had rented a plane that carried the message ‘will you marry me?’ to fly over your rooftop dinner date. you’d said yes, of course, and every day with satoru since had been a wild ride. 

even now, years into your life together, he remained just as crafty and as adventurous as satoru’s gojo had always been. 

“s-satoru!” you squeal needily, tucking your face into your lover’s shoulder in a weak attempt to muffle your weak cries and trembling voice. “‘toru please. n-not here. n-not now,” you add when his slender and inquisitive fingers dip past the waistband of your jeans and the scalloped edge of your cotton panties. he’s been like this all day, feeling you up in line for different rides, licking the sugar from your fingers outside overpriced concessions stands dotted across the amusement park he'd taken you to. and now, satoru’s ravenousness has come to a head — with him trying to finger fuck you at the top of the ferris wheel. “p-people are around!” 

while typically a romantic spot to watch the world go by, the white haired man has his heart set on making you squirm and cry at the highest peak of the ride. “that’s what makes this all the more fun, right baby?” his digits flex under the rough denim of your jeans in an attempt to get a feel for your wetness all while  gojo whispers sinful words against the shell of your ear — hot breath cascading down the back of your neck and sending shivers down your spine. “relax for me, we’re too high up for anyone to notice. let me make you feel good, yeah?”

your hips buck down against your lover’s hand for a taste of friction — chasing the blistering hot sensation that spreads through your lower tummy once his fingertips come into contact with your swelling, pulsating clit. the very notion of your body succumbing to a few of gojo’s simple touches has him chuckling breathily in your ear, his voice an octave lower than usual. you can’t help the instinctual response of your quivering, a stream of wetness gathering in the seat of your underwear too. 

“do you think i can make you cum by the time we reach the top?” satoru mumbles huskily, lowering his head to your neck so that he can place hot, sloppy kisses to your exposed skin — contrasting with the night air. tufts of white hair tickle at your jaw, sending you into a fit of shakes and shivers that make your cart of the ferris wheel rock back and forth. “don’t answer that, i know i can.” he’s cocky when he teases you and has every right to be, your thighs twitch apart instinctively to make space for satoru’s hand between them. 

he skilfully massages your pretty little pussy even from underneath tight denim jeans, circling in your entrance as it dribbles sweet salacious nectar for him. so much so, that you might soil the fabric of your clothes. if your arousal seeps through, would you drip and gush on all those people below? the thought crosses your might and only serves to turn you on even more — evident in the way you clench around nothing as gojo plays with your empty hole. 

“m-mph, satoru,” you hiccup, only tilting your head to face his. your noses nudge slightly, lips ghosting over one another’s while your hot breath mingles. to anyone else — you appear a couple in love, innocently kissing, enjoying a date to the amusement park, and a ride to the top of the ferris wheel. but you’re far from that, and you know it, two delightfully sinful individuals who can’t keep their hands off of one another. “m-more!” 

gojo obliges, and you thank whatever diety is up above for blessing him with such magical fingers. two of them slide past your entrance without resistance, stretching your gooey and sensitive walls around their length easily. “hm? what’s the matter, baby?” comes the silver haired man’s lazy response, a sleazy smirk spreading across his plush pink lips at the sound of you squelching around him already. you shake your head at his question, eyes screwed shut since you’re too far gone with the pleasure to answer coherently.  

from your side, gojo uses his free hand to keep you nice and spread for him — sapphire eyes glowing in the dark night whilst remaining trained on the way your hips jut down to push back against his fingers inside of you. “god you’re so fuckin’ wet. you really like this, huh? all tbose unsuspecting people below…having no idea that i’m fucking your pussy open right above their heads,” he purrs hungrily and curls his fingers, instantly finding your g-spot because he’s mapped out every inch of your sopping walls and knows them off by heart. “taste yourself for me.” 

your lips part on command and tongue rolls out of your mouth to make room for the fingers that have been inside you — sucking on them diligently when satoru presses down on the palette of your tongue. he gets off to the way you taste yourself, moaning around him nastily. you should feel shame and humiliation for acting like this in public, all desperate and needy, but you’re as ravenous and as depraved as satoru is. it’s what makes you a match made in heaven. 

with his fingers now tainted with a crude mix of your saliva and arousal, satoru returns them to your temperate and sopping mound — stuffing you full of him once more. he’s knuckle deep in your cunt before you can even moan his name, stroking your insides into the shape of him while you drool syrupy evidence of your arousal into the seat of his palm. 

“we’re almost to the top, brace yourself, pretty girl. i gotta see you cum. it’ll give me the prettiest view.” satoru coos to you patronisingly, making sure to grind his wrist against your puffy clit — refusing to let it go unattended. “can you do that for me?” 

everything is so sticky and hot, especially with all of the layers of clothes in the way — shielding your dirty act from any onlookers on the ground or in the carts below you. strings of your slick tie satoru’s fingers to your honeyed sex and glue this thumb to your sensitive nub, tucked away between your puffy pussy lips. you claw at the silver haired man’s arm trapped in the middle of your quivering thighs band writhe around in the cart so much so that it creaks with the weight.

you whimper into the cool night air, but satoru lights your body on fire from the inside out — your gut lurching and twisting with an unbearable sense of yearning. “‘m close… think i’m gonna—“ you begin to stutter, bleating like a lamb being sent to the slaughter. you remain at the mercy of your boyfriend’s fast paced fingers, pumping in and out of you with no regard to the painful stack of ecstasy building up inside of you. “please, i can’t hold it, ‘toru,” 

“you don’t have to,” your lover tsks in reply, never slowing the speed of his digits stroking at your ribbed walls, slipping and sliding against pleasure spots only he knows exist. “why don’t you let go for me, yeah? there you go. that’s it… just like that and all for me,” satoru’s mouth find yours in the final stretch, sloppy praises whispered against your kiss swollen lips while he rubs over your luscious and equally swollen folds like his life depends on it. “let the people down there know how fuckin’ good i finger fuck this sweet pussy. cum for me baby, i know you can do it.” 

each syllable, each impassioned word that escapes him and that he pours into you drags you by the ankle towards your high — and you don’t even try to fight it. once you reach the very top of the ferris wheel, your peak reaches a crescendo. satoru flings himself over you, arm arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you in place in the cart as your orgasm crashes over you in drowning waves. you slip beneath the surface of pleasure, your cunt rushing like a river while you cum all over satoru’s masterful hand with a muffled cry of his name. 

“satoru!” 

“shh, quiet…that’s my girl, my sweet sweet girl.” he sighs dreamily, fucking you with your fingers throughout your high — only pulling out of your greedy cunt to slap down on it, dragging more spurts of arousal out of you. you squirt through your jeans, onto the metal seat in your ferris wheel cart and all over satoru. who happily praises you through it all. “i bet you’re just drippin’ on all those nasty strangers below. i’m sure they’d love it.” 

catching your breath, you tuck your face into satoru’s neck while you come down from your high (and literally too — your cart begins to make its descent back town from the top of the ferris wheel). “y-you’re sick.”

satoru smiles, slow and sexy. “but you love me,” 

“mhm, sure,” you quip, somehow finding the energy to pull away from your debauched lover to shift to your knees in front of him — the cool metal digging into your knees. “maybe i love you just a little.” 

“only a little? then why are you on your knees for me?” he asks, spreading his legs to make room for you between them. 

“it’s your turn, i want to see if i can make you come before we get to the bottom of the wheel.” you say breathlessly and with mirthy eyes, teeth descending on gojo’s zipper while you bat your eyelashes up at him. 

celebrating valentine’s day with satoru was always…unique. different…but you’d be lying if you said you failed to enjoy his unconventional methods of gift giving with the person you loved most. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[angelstrn]

blonded | m. sturniolo

ྀི pairing. matt x reader

ꜝ warnings. smut, established relationship

‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 nai's message for mila & kami! continuation of the last headcannon on this post.

w.c. 1.1k

matt adored watching you getting ready. you're putting the finishing touches on your makeup, teeth biting your bottom lip as you focus. every now and then, you lean towards the mirror and the light catches your skin perfectly. he watches, studying every movement as his eyes travel down to the slope of your waist to the curve of your hips. you look at him through the mirror, smiling.

"i can see you staring, matt." you inform him, and he places his hands on his face, falling back onto the plush pillows on your bed.

"no im not," he lies. you shake your head and concentrate back onto getting ready. "are you almost finished, baby?" he sits up, staring at you again. he'd been waiting for you to finish ever since he told you he'd take you on a night drive, you immediately ran to your room to start getting ready. you loved spending time with him, especially when it was spent driving around aimlessly with your shared playlist on aux.

you take one final look, deciding you were finished, and spun around in your chair. "all done!" you chirp, already excited as you walk over to him. offering your hands, he takes them as he stands up from your bed, sliding his hand to your waist to walk you out to the car.

‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

after an hour of driving around, you spot the sign above the road indicating the beach was nearby. you turn your head to matt, who had already turned into the exit. smiling to yourself, you reach over to turn up the song playing.

skyline to by frank ocean shows on the screen while matt focuses on finding the spot you've been to countless of times, this time being a bit harder considering it was 2 in the morning.

he reverses to park in the spot, making sure you'd have a view of the waves gently hitting the sand when sitting in his trunk. he hits a button to open the trunk. he turns his head to you, his hair following his movement.

"you ready?" he asks, giving you a soft smile when you nod in agreement before grabbing a blanket from the back and exiting the car.

meeting him in the back of the car, your legs dangle from where you're seated to look at the view. matt gets comfortable before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you backwards onto him. he situates you between his legs, arms wrapped around you.

it's peaceful. looking at the view in front of you, listening to the sound of frank ocean softly coming from the speakers, and breathing in the scent of salt air and matt, and starting to notice his soft breaths turn into heavy ones as his hand trails lower. he traces the curve of your waist, moving his hand down your stomach and placing his pinky under your waistband before moving his hand back up to his original position. he repeats the movement a few times before finally moving his hand fully under. his fingers ran across the inside of your legs, inches away from where you needed him most.

he kisses your shoulder and you feel him smile against your skin, hand gripping your thigh as his index gently traces the folds of your cunt.

"matt," you whined, trying to roll your hips for more contact. "shh," he talks lowly into your hair, "lemme take care of you, sweetheart. just relax f'me."

his hand slips past your panties and the the moan that leaves your lips when his fingers brush your clit is almost pornographic. you rest your head back onto his shoulder, soft little breaths coming out as his kisses trail up from your shoulder to your neck.

he gently gathers your wetness before rubbing slow circles on your clit.

a soft whimper leaves your lips, causing matt to smile. “that feel good? yeah?” his words causing your cunt to ache more.

he switches his middle finger with his thumb as he pushes two fingers into you, earning another moan from you as he starts pumping his digits in and out of your soaked hole. his other hand slips under your shirt and moves towards your tits, toying with your nipple.

your legs fall open wider.

“fuck! matt, please just like that!” you let out, lips parted and chest heaving. you were slick and dripping down his palm, trying your best to stay still.

the thumb on your clit moved even faster, and matt watched your stomach tense with a smile on his face, planting a kiss on your head. “doing so good, angel. you gonna make a mess f’me?”. his words are only bringing you closer to your release as his fingers curl up to hit your gspot perfectly.

“mhm! oh my god” you shudder through teary eyes, nodding obediently. he groans at the cute moans slipping from your lips, dick hardening under you.

his fingers quicken as he cups your chin to turn to him. his soft lips captures yours in an attempt to silence your moans, drawing you closer.

“m’ so close! pleasepleaseplease” you admit, squeezing your eyes shut as matt goes impossibly faster. you arch your back as your legs tremble uncontrollably. “thats it, there you go. gooood girl.” he croons, talking you through your orgasm.

you’re both breathing heavily, hearts pounding as your chests move up and down.

he places a kiss to your head again, gently removing his hand from you. he picks you up to move you off his lap before adjusting himself in his pants.

© angelstrn

[st7rnioioss]

ꕮ SKATER!CHRIS x GIRLY!READER

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names (pretty, baby, sweetheart, doll), kissing

the tips of chris’s fingers gently dug into the soft skin of your thighs, his arms wrapped around your upper legs. your own fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging and toying with his brown curls, messing his already tousled hair even more up.

“chris.. fuck-“ your whiny voice sounded, shamelessly letting repeated moans of his name echo through the room. he was working wonders on your, his pretty lips kissing and gently sucking on your sensitive bud.

those pretty moans of yours harmonized with nirvana’s ‘lithium’, your noises deafening kurt cobain’s voice completely from the weak speakers. what had been a totally innocent hangout, chris showing you his CDs, had quickly turned into your legs spread for him as ‘Nevermind’ continued playing.

chris’s face was buried deep within your wet pussy, his tongue swiping through your folds, making you whine. you tug harder on his hair when he swirls the muscle around your clit, eliciting a muffled groan from him.

“damn it. y’taste so fucking sweet, pretty,” he mumbled between your legs, before reconnecting his lips to your puffy clit. your jaw went slack, your mouth basically stuck open as he kept pulling moans out of you.

with quick movements, he threw your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to his face while looking up at you. for a second, you’re confused. you think he’s gonna stop, leave you there.

“chris.. i didn’t- uh.. are y’done?” god, he could almost coo at your sweet words and voice, too shy to even say the word ‘come’. with a dry chuckle and a shake of his head, he mutters “no, baby, don’t you worry. just lay back,” he then reconnects his tongue to your entrance, making you squirm in surprise.

one of his hands lets go of your thighs, bringing his slender fingers to nudge by your entrance when he brought his tongue back up to your nub, your back arching off the bed at the new feeling.

“oh- oh my god..” you let out a breathless moan, your fingers reconnecting to his hair since you thought he was done.. which he had no intent on being anytime soon.

with a swift motion, he slips a digit inside of your warmth, earning a squeak from you, your eyes fluttering shut as you let him slowly ease another finger in. “oh, sweetheart. you’re so wet.. jus’ for me, huh?” he mumbled, almost proudly, before starting to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your sweet cunt, making you moan out his name.

“chris! please- stop it,” you whimper, your thighs tightening around his head, but he pries your legs back open, your fingers tangling his hair into a mess. he continues to fuck you with his fingers as he looks up at you, a playful grin on his lips. “y’gonna come already?” his tone was mocking, watching as a soft pout settles across your face, until he curls his fingers, making your hips buck upwards. the frown on your face quickly morphed into one of pleasure, your eyes brows knitting together as you clamped around his digits.

your thighs tightened around his head again, but this time he didn’t pry your legs back open. he kept his lips attached to your swollen bud, gliding his tongue over it as his fingers began thrusting faster. i’m- chris, i’m close!” you then warned with a moan of his name, and before you knew it, the tight band in your stomach snapped, finishing all over his delicate fingers.

his head peeked up to watch your fucked out expression, his lips letting go of your heat as his fingers continued to fuck you through your high until you with a whimper made him know you couldn’t take anymore. “never seen a prettier sight, doll.” he whispered when he withdrew his fingers from your soaked core, kissing you down your neck and collarbone.

with a breathless chuckle, you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, resting between your legs as his lips made their way back up your flushed face, before finally pressing his soft lips to yours.

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