#finally finally finally got around to drawing my BABIE!!!!!

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Who fucked you better? (18+)

141 Task Force x f/Reader

Call of Duty Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: swearing. Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. P in V. Oral. Creampie. Anal sex. Use of toy. Recording sexual acts. Oral (m receiving) cum swallowing. Ball sucking. Cowgirl.

WC: 1740

Divider by @strangergraphics

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Captain John Price

"Yes love, let them all hear you." John groaned as he fucked into you from behind. You are flat against the bed, your hips slightly raised just enouh for him to pound you into his mattress.

His hips slamming off your ass making you cry out his name as you reach back and place one hand on his stomach to try and get him to slow down, but he has a point to prove, not only to himself, but to you and his men.

He slapped your hand away, reaching around your body to grip you by the neck and pull you against his hairy body.

"Who the hell do they think are? Huh?" His thrusts were now hard, rough, choppy.

"John please." You whined.

"Asking if I can take care of you? Think they can love you like I can?"

"No." You whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock at how possessive he was being."

"Think anyone of those 'boys.' can fuck you like I can? Make you cream the way I know how? Bet they couldn't make you squirt? Oh no, only I can." John groaned into your ear, is end drawing near.

"Bet none of them can make you go stupid with just their cock? My smart woman goes all dumb the moment my cock is in one of your pretty, little holes."

"John!" You practically scream as you came. Your pussy clenching so tight around his cock that John followed right behind you.

His hips stilling against your ass as he cums inside of your pussy, making you softly moan at how he is filling you.

"You better?" You finally asked, pulling away from him with your wobbly legs, to go over to the dresser and turn off the camera, hitting send to send to the group chat that you have with the guys.

"Much better darling." John said, as he grabbed a cigar and lit it, hearing your phone vibrate as you kiss your way down his hairy, sweaty body, taking his softening cock in your mouth and sucking.

"Can't wait to see what you do with the others. Those lads trying to prove how good they can fuck you, compared to me."

Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

"Relax baby. I got you." Kyle said as he trailed his hand down your back, as he pushed his thumb in your tight, ass.

You were trying to relax, you really were, but it has been a bit since he fucked you there.

Kyle put the tip against the hole as he pulled his thumb out, and slowly started to push in, making you gasp out his name.

He had his phone set up to record the two of you as he slowly pushed his cock into your ass.

He had another spare phone, pointing at your ass to record him sinking into your ass, until his hips were flushed against ass.

"Oh fuck." He quietly moaned as every single inch was inside of you. Your body was trembling at how full you fell.

He put a vibrating dildo in your pussy earlier as he has seemed to turn up the vibration making your eyes screw shut as you moan out his name, squeezing his cock with your ass.

"Gonna make me cum before I can give you a proper fucking." Kyle warned as he pulled back and thrust his hips forward, forcing a whine from your lips.

Kyle kept the slow pace, making you go crazy, as you needed more, even though by now you didn't know how to voice it, going dumb on his cock.

You moved your ass back each time he thrust back into you.

"You need me to go faster love?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes, faster. Need it." Came the jumbled words spilling from your lips.

That was all Kyle needed to plunge his cock over and over again into your hole, making you scream his name, not caring about if anyone could hear you.

You collapsed forward, turning your face towards the one phone, your mouth hanging open as he fucked you.

Kyle placed one foot on the bed, making him feel even deeper inside of you.

He was groaning behind you, but you couldn't make out what he was saying as you cried out his name as another orgasm was pulled from you.

Your pussy and ass squeezing the dildo and his cock as he fucked your ass through your orgasm.

You lost track and how much you have cum by the time Kyle stilled, flushed against your ass as he groaned, loudly as he filled your hole with cum.

He couldn't help himself as he pulled back just to push back in a few times.

Kyle pulled out and brought the phone down to watch as his cum leaked out of your stretched hole, the vibrating dildo still in your pussy.

"Mmmm, I like to see any of them top that." Kyle said, issuing another challenge to the final two.

Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny's name came out like a prayer as you rode him. His strong hands gripping your waist, helping you set the pace which you both need.

You have nothing idea which angle he is filming the two of you from.

"It's a suprise." He told you as he wrapped your hair around his fist as he fucked your face earlier.

The remnants of that drying on your lips and chin. The taste of him still fresh on your tongue.

But that seemed like a distant memory as the tip of his cock seemed to be nudging your cervix, making sure you remember him for days after this.

Your third orgasm of the night already knocking at your door as you grinded in his lap.

"So deep." You cried out.

"Yeah I am love." Johnny said, smugly, as he braced his feet on the bed and started to thrust up into you, making you brace your hands on his chest, digging your nails into his skin, leaving little indents there.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, flipping you the two of you over, so he is hovering above you.

Johnny leaned back, his cock still nestled inside your pussy, as he gripped your calves and pushed your legs towards your chest, making your eyes roll into the back of your head at the first hard thrust.

Your mouth hanging open as he fucked you at a rough, brutal pace that had your mouth fall open in a silent scream as he pulled another orgasm from you.

Your body shaking at how intense this orgasm is.

"Fuck." Johnny grunted as he pulled out, jerking his cock as stood up on the bed, to stand above you before sitting on his knees, which are now placed on either side of your head.

You take his balls in your mouth as he jerks his cock off above you.

Johnny is looking down at you, as you pull your mouth back from his balls, making a popping sound.

He moved down a bit just to place the tip of his cock on your tongue just as you closed your mouth around the tip.

Johnny's moans seemed to bounce off the walls as he came in your mouth, you quickly swallowing as fast as you can.

"Fuck me." He groaned as he got off the bed, grabbing a phone from one of his hiding places.

He trailed it up and down your body, until stopping at your face.

"Oh, you missed a bit there." Johnny said as he swiped his cum from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, placing it in your mouth as he closed your eyes, sucking his finger clean.

"Yes, that's it." Johnny said to you, tossing his phone to the side to go for another round.

Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

"Si," You couldn't even get his name out, your head leaning against his chest.

Your arms were reaching behind you, holding onto his neck, his hands spreading your thighs wide as his cock was nestled inside your pussy.

That is already sensitive due to Simon spending what felt like an eternity between your legs, making you cum on his and fingers twice.

All of a sudden, Simon stood up, his arms moving under your thighs, moving you up and down his cock, like you weighed nothing.

Simon moved the two of you, never once leaving your oussy as he halted in front of the full length mirror.

"Open your eyes." He grunted, you not even realising that your eyes were closed .

You forced your eyes open to watch as he moved you uo and down, his cock disappearing in and out of you.

You could see how wet you were as your juices coated his cock.

You couldn't believe that you could actually take all of him inside of you.

The others are big, but Simon, Simon is thick and long.

"Look at how well you take me, eh love."

He moved you up and down on his cock, faster and faster until you became almost limp on his arms as you came around his cock.

Simon quickly pulled out of you and turned you in his arms, before tossing you on the bed, you landing on your stomach.

Simon moved you onto your knees before grasping your hips and thrusting inside you once more before you could even blink.

Simon fucked you like there was no tomorrow, and you swear you blacked out every few moments.

"Yes, squeeze my cock lovie." Is what you heard as you woke up to you coming around his cock, him fucking you through your orgasm.

Simon changed the angle of his hips and was hitting that spot inside of you that had you screaming his name as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from your quivering body.

Simon finally stilled, his hips flushed against your ass as he came with a grunt.

His cum filling you as he smacked your ass a few times, making you yelp, and squeeze his cock with your pussy one final time.

"Shit love." Simon groaned as he pulled out of you.

You collapsing on the bed, not watching where he was walking too.

You felt your phone land next to you, and you could see the screen lighting up from the group chat.

They were each asking the same question.

'Who fucked you better?'

[yassiur]

I wanna grow a family with you.

Kinich x fem! reader

warnings: suggestive, but no smut, gore, Mualani being the most thoughtful girl ever😍 pregnancy, miscarriage, sexual abuse taken place (not mentioned but its implied), Established relationship with kinich, kinich being the best husband ever omfg. MODERN AU

Notes: THIS IS MY FIRST FINISHED ONE SHOT YALL OMFG

October 6th, 20**

It was 3 AM, you suddenly got the urge to cook yourself a midnight snack —well, more like morning snack—. You go into the kitchen to find a box of cereal and some fresh milk to aliviate your hunger.

As you're eating, you scroll down instagram reels to find a variety of videos about mothers taking care of their children, and you find yourself craving to experience that motherhood, "It's just baby fever, it'll pass." you whisper to yourself.

It infact did not pass, waking up you find yourself suddenly thinking of how you and your husband —kinich, would raise your child together, would your child be as quiet as Kinich? Or would they babble whenever they get the chance? You continue to lay in your shared bed, zoning out with the fantasies of you and kinich growing a family together.

Kinich stirs awake, immedietly pulling you into his embrace as he takes in the scent of your hair, you don't know whether you should tell him about how you feel ready to take care of a family with him, so you just dig your face into the crook of his neck.

November 11th, 20**

Preparing for Kinich's birthday was relatively difficult, knowing your husband was more fond of relaxing in the quiet whispers of the wind while laying down on the grass, you couldn't do a picnic, since Kinich usually comes home at around 5 PM, so you decide that for his birthday, you'll cook his favorite dish, give him your gift you've been hiding from him for a week now, and lastly, offer him his own family to love and cherish.

In 2 hours, he'd arrive home, which gives you enough time to organize the decorations around the guest room, alongside the table is a few of his favorite desserts and snacks, and in the middle of it is placed a beautiful cake with his theme, and a few silly drawings of you and him getting married. You had just drawn 5 papers of you and him in different scenarios, you and him when you were children, you and him as Wendy and Peter Parker, you and him as loving cats, you and him as , and finally, you and him, as you and him... with a child???

You contemplate whether you should keep this child, you didnt even know if theyd inherit your genes or his genes, it felt weird, but you guessed this could work as a real life foreshadowing, "If he notices this, then I can just easily bring up the topic, and...wait for his response to all this.." you think to yourself. quickly sticking the different drawings somewhere random but visible enough for him to notice.

Kinich arrives home, the light's absence not going unnoticed by him.

"[Name]?" he calls out, a slightly worried tone applied to his call, removing his shoes and placing his bag at the hook of the door before hurrying his steps to the guest room.

Light suddenly flashes his eyes as a loud familiar tune fills his ears, a loud, birthday-like tune--?

Kinich opens his eyes to find green and pixelated decorations around the room, as well as a small yet beautifully made cake at the center of the diner table, written on it was "Happy birthday Kinich! -Your bebz".

While checking the decorations around the room, Kinich suddenly feels weight behind him, soft arms wrapping around his waist. He quickly turns around to be met with your joyful expression, "Happy birthday! Do you like the decorations?" He doesn't smile back, looking around the room as if he's supposed to rate it. "C'mon! You know you like it!!" Your pouting face is not unnoticed fortunately, he smirks to himself, "could've added a few decorations on that empty wall", he points at the ONE wall you didn't decorate. You roll your eyes at him before grasping his hand to start the activities you planned to do with him for his birthday.

Kinich sits down at the table, finally finishing a slice of his cake after almost covering your face with frosting. Throughout the fun, he noticed your eyes seemed to wander to the fridge, he initially thought you just seemed hungry, but decided to look back at what made you so interested into the fridge.

A badly drawn version of the two of you, except theres a third person, a very short person..

You catch his gaze on the drawings, "Oh! Yeah, uh...Kinich, you know...", he gazes back to you

"I wanted to tell you something for weeks, and I just want to know what you think is all." You fidget your hands, avoiding his gaze

"Is there something bothering you?" he asks, you sigh as you reply, "yes, kind of, I- I wanted to know what you think of..having a uhh..." you stumble on your words, just realizing how nervous you are for his response to what you're implying.

"What's wrong? tell me", He grows closer, gently clasping both your hands, rubbing his thumb to soothe you. You gulp and exhale in an attempt to relax yourself before speaking,

"I want to have a baby with you," you shakily state up, he pauses to process your words, he seemed hesitant, even.

You frown, knowing that he does not seem to react well with the news. You hear him sigh before replying with a question, "Are you sure?" He suddenly questions, you gulp. "I will support you with our child, but I want to know that you yourself is prepared for this change," he looks up to you in all seriousness. You avoid his gaze, thinking deeply about this, turning your head back to him, you decide, "yes, I want to create our family, and take care of them by your side," you answer, smiling lightly.

his hand drops your left, bringing the right one to his lips to lightly kiss, even then, you could feel the affection he held for you in that kiss, "then, for my birthday...will you give me this gift?" he asks with a new emotion reflecting in his eyes.

You wake up, memories of last night flooding back to you as you look around, noticing the lack of clothing between you and Kinich. Feeling sick, you quickly feel that this is one of the signs you're pregnant, and hurriedly run to the bathroom to relieve that sick feeling.

Kinich groggily wakes up, quickly running a hand up his hair as the events of last night had transpired back to him. Red creeps up his face as he tries to find you with his hands.

The left side of his bed is empty, and he peeks an eye to find that you're nowhere near his sight, panic arises in him to quickly put on a piece of clothing and find you.

Kinich hears gagging sounds from downstairs and immedietly finds that you're experiencing one of the common symptoms of pregnancy. He opens the bathroom, finding you near the toilet seat, he quickly walks to you to hold your hair from your face while rubbing your back to help you relax. You look up to him and smile, and even with the current situation, he finds that you're glowing beautifully in his eyes.

December 23, 20**

You're finally confirmed to be pregnant, Your belly growing slightly more and more each week, Kinich thinks he can't possibly find you more beautiful than you are right now.

Kinich though can feel tired at times, specially with your mood swings affecting how he feels each day, whenever you're happy, he feels happy, but if you find yourself upset at a random movie scene, or whatever could've possibly hurt you emotionally, he gets just as upset with you.

Speaking of emotions, you seem to be excited this month, Kinich thinks.

You've been pent up since New Years, and you seem more clingy to Kinich than ever, lightly stroking his arm before holding his hand, curling into his arms just to softly bite his jawline. He slightly shivers at your teeth,

You breathe out his name, "I've missed you.." you whisper into the crook of his neck, "Even before New Years, you've got way more commissions than ever, and I've been feeling deprived, you know..?" you mumble, your voice vibrating against his neck, suddenly, he feels like he knows exactly what you want, and he will gladly oblige in what you need.

Kinich softly pushes you from his neck, grabbing your nape to kiss you feverly, his lips merging into yours perfectly, he grabs your waist to pull you closer as he pulls away "I missed you too", he breathes out, his deep voice filling your ears, pecking your lips to make you feel a portion of how weighed his words were, you tighten your arms around him to kiss him again. He kisses back eagerly as he gently goes on top of you, his raven colored bangs brushing your face as you continue to make out. You both part to take back oxygen, your hands dropping to the side of your head as your chest heaves. Kinich gazes his darkened eyes into yours as he goes near your jawline to pepper kisses down your neck to which you turn to the side to give him more access while you hold onto the nape of his neck.

He pulls away softly to eagerly remove his tight shirt, revealing his soft yet defined abs, you sit up to mischieviously smirk, knowing you successfully got him to do exactly what you wanted from the start. His expression dead serious, yet he softly smiles at you before you gesture for him to help you remove your shirt.

Kinich starts to trail his kisses from your bare chest down to your visible bump, making sure his kisses were light as feather as to not pressure you. He goes back up to kiss your collarbone, your whines hitting his ears knowing you wanted him to continue to dive deeper down there. "Patience", he states firmly to keep you in check, lightly pecking your lips before finally lowering his face to your thighs.

"Hahahah!!!!" You laugh outloud at a gumball episode, Kinich observes your weird obsession with this show ever since your pregnancy has been confirmed, and whenever he thinks u cannot be more strange than ever, you manage to prove him wrong every time.

"Kinich, did you catch what he said??? I'll rewind it for you!" You eagerly state outloud, Kinich nervously sweats trying to find what's so funny before you become upset like the last time, which you rewinded atleast 4 times before your mood became ruined for the rest of the day. "ah, Hahaaa....." he tries to laugh right after gumball has said one of his corny jokes, to which you huff and glare at him. Confused, he looks at you weirdly before you state "that was not the joke i wanted you to laugh at ". Thankfully, he had bought one of ur strange cravings he predicted that you'd have earlier and quickly fed it to you before your mood became sour once again. Well, now he knows how to avoid ur angry side.

Kinich arrives home early, with the house being eerily quiet, he quickly throws his bag by the floor, walking up the stairs to check on his shared bedroom to find his beloved wife sleeping soundly on her back, his eyes quickly landing on her rounded belly, mood softening, he kisses her forehead and holds her hands, kissing her soft knuckles. He drops her hands gently before caressing her belly, quickly landing a kiss affectionately on her side before going to the bathroom to change his ragged up clothes.

March 09, 20**

Nearly 5 months have passed, and the baby seems to be growing some consciousness to finally kick in ur belly. You feel the thump as you wake up, realizing that the baby has shown its first signs of communication, you look at Kinich's sleeping face, his long lashes lightly batting as he stares into your glimmering eyes, you trace your hands down his arm to grab onto his hand, guiding it to your rounded belly, "they're kicking..!" you whispered, looking down to your stomach, relieved at the thought of your baby growing healthy. Kinich feels the light thumping against his hand as his eyes widen, quickly rubbing around your belly to check if the baby's kicking anywhere else. At this, you lightly chuckle at his curiosity. Pausing his search, his gaze lands on your face bathed by the sunlight behind the curtains, silently admiring your growing beauty each day. "Have I told you, you're beautiful?" he slightly smiles at your pause before you chuckle lightly, flustered at his compliment.

The hospital light sickens you slightly, as you wait in the cold bed, you initially wanted to make a gender reveal party, but as soon as the doctor entered, your curiosity got the better of you. "Would you like to know the gender of your child?" Kinich looks at you before answering, you quickly nod at his unsaid question, before he nods to the doctor.

Girl, your child would be born as a girl, you quickly look around the dresses you could dress your child in around the baby shop. Kinich holds the cart, his green eyes glued to your figure running around, excitedly checking out whatever could make your baby look like a disney princess, "Kinich! Tell me this dress wouldn't make my princess look like Aurora herself!" Your eyes squint in eagerliness as he finally lands his gaze at the pink puffed dress. It looks huge, but I guess that's what the term "princess" is for, he thinks, he sighs outloud before agreeing with a nod, your squeals vibrating in his ears.

June 12th, 20**

June felt like torture, and you have never felt more tired as the day goes by, Kinich's work taking up more of his time, leading to lack of quality time shared between you two, Your belly felt like it'd explode at any moment due to how heavy it was.

You stayed over at Mualani's house, mainly to catch up and just hang out with her. Initially, you planned to stay over for 2 hours, due to how late you woke up, but the hours passed by faster than you thought, and the night felt darker than ever.

"Hey, you can sleep over here, I wouldn't want you to go out at night alone." Mualani informs, not wanting to risk you into danger out in the night. "I can call Kinich to pick me up, for now I'll just stay in until he comes by if that's fine", you state to her, her excited squeals filling the house as you chuckle.

Kinich knew something was wrong, the person who commission and the idea of the commission was ridiculous itself. He knew he shouldn't have taken this commission, and to make matters worst, he didn't have his phone. Waking up late and leaving in a rush was a huge mistake, with all this stress, he couldn't come up with a way to contact you at all. Apparently, this guy had been ranting on and on about losing a certain family jewelry around an abandoned area, and with Kinich's breakfast deprived brain, unfortunately agreed without asking for more information about what this jewelry even looked like. Stupid, utterly stupid, he thinks to himself, spouting curses everywhere. Looking at the clock on his wrist, he thinks, an Hour from now, and if I don't see a shining glimmering shit, I'll leave, he looks back up to search further in the dusted area.

Kinich hasn't replied, and it's 10 PM, your constant glance at your phone in hopes to get atleast one notification from him worries Mualani.

"He hasn't answered yet?" Mualani questions, thinking deeply before writing X on the center of tic tac toe board you've been playing for atleast 30 minutes from now. "I'm scared. Maybe he has arrived home and he's worried, I knew I should've left a note for him at the fridge", you sigh, writing O on the bottom right of the tic tac toe board. "You know, if that's true, maybe you should just stay here, he's probably tired and can't drive back here to fetch you, not to say he's selfish, but I think it's way safer for you to stay here than go back home." Mualani advises, placing her X on the top left of the board. "I don't know.. I'm really sorry, but I don't think I could even sleep without knowing he's alright." Your eyes droop down, writing O on the top right of the board, Mualani doesn't respond, interrupting your near-victory with her X placed in the middle of ur O's, "I could drive you there, if we see that the lights are open, we can safely assume that he's arrived, if the lights are off, we're coming back here." Mualani says, easing your worries by a slight.

Kinich indeed couldn't find that God Forsaken family jewelry, and what surprises him is how dark the night is, his eyes widen, checking the time.

Kinich fucked up, badly, he ran back to his office as quickly as he could to gather all his belongings. He'd arrive late at times, but never this late. Kinich just hopes you weren't too worried to go out and look for him yourself, specially in the dark of the night.

You were sat at the passenger seat of your car, with Mualani rambling about one of her friends backstabbing her. Her rambles were tuned out due to your worried thoughts wandering back to Kinich, has he gotten himself in trouble? Is he safe, at home? Why isn't he replying at all??

Mualani's voice suddenly toned down to total silence, you break out of your thoughts and see that your house has been lit up, and the door's slightly opened. You eagerly open the car door, thanking Mualani. "Hey! Let me walk you to your house, your belly's practically popping out, jeez.." Mualani hurriedly leaves the car to help you walk to your house. "I can take it from here, thank you so much", you smile at her, incredibly relieved to have Mualani around, "ya sure? I can help you around the house, infact I can stay over you know!" Mualani muses, "I'm pregnant, not diseased, get it right!" You sarcastically reply to her.

"All jokes aside, you suree you can take it? It won't bother me at all to help around the house", Mualani says, you can catch a worried tone in her words, "I'll be fine. Kinich seems to be here anyways, he'll help me around." You reply, suddenly your throat felt dry, something was off. "Oh yeah!.. Totally forgot he was here," Mualani says briefly, you could tell even she felt something off. "Hey, you know-, I mean, I'm not trying to intrude, but I'll just look around with you", she says. In hopes of finally easing her worries, you agree.

Kinich anxiously waits in the taxi, his hair bothering him more and more as he tries brushing them out with his hand. Something's really wrong, the guy who had commissioned him was the cause of all this stress, one of the questions Kinich wonders is why he didn't bother leaving a note. He had said it himself he wanted the jewelry found within the day, if he really had left some sort of jewelry, he'd have atleast compensation for the trouble of trying to find it. Kinich slowly processes this, as his eyes widens.

Kinich rushes hastily around the house, quickly packing his bags to leave.

"Kinich!" Kinich pauses for a second, about to respond that he's late to work, and he can't afford to hear yet another one of his boss' lectures about latecomers.

You hurriedly step down the stairs, Kinich worries at the speed with your current state. "Kinich, your phone! You nearly left it." you frown quickly putting it in his bag.

"Thank you", he replies briefly, pecking your forehead before leaving the house in hurried steps.

Oh what the fuck. The phone's been in his bag the entire time. he messes around his bag in search of his phone.

How could this get worse, one sigh of relief and suddenly you find yourself in a more fucked up situation. His phone was nowhere in his bag. This is bad, really bad..

You and Mualani walk around the house, the door was unlocked this entire time. This worries you further, the fact that Kinich's work stuff is nowhere to be seen makes you feel a lump forming in your throat. Mualani continues to firmly hold you close to her, looking around to see if anything's suspicious.

"I have a really bad feeling about this" Mualani states, helping you with absolutely nothing to ease your worries. "I don't think he's even home", you speak up. "Did you leave the door unlocked?" Mualani questions you, you reply with a shake of your head, "I always leave the door locked, that's why I initially thought Kinich was at home due to the door being unlocked, even though its unlike him to leave it fully unlocked." You speak, processing your words before you realise how bad the situation really is.

Mualani looks over you, her eyes widened in realisation that...someone had broken into your house.

Before you can even think of calling the police, Mualani drops to the ground, red liquid slowly appearing from under her. You look around in panic to see what made her drop to the ground, and lock gazes with an armed man.

Kinich finally arrives, deciding it'd be less time consuming to just walk 10 minutes to his home.

There's something happening, Kinich thinks, no, feels. Something terrible is happening, and with second that passes, Kinich feels more worried than ever, he has to hurry home.

Kinich finally catches a sight of his house, lights are off, but that bad feeling won't go away, infact, it feels like something irreversible has happened by the time he even left his office.

Kinich hurries his steps before resolting to a full sprint back to his house. He arrives at the door, looking around, he sees a familiar car parked at the front of his house. He turns back to the door, quickly trying to open it before realising it has been locked. Kinich searches in his bag further to find the key.

Kinich heaves, his key is nowhere to be found. Kinich's eyes widen in realisation

That man that commissioned him,

That man that had lost a "family jewelry",

That man that for sure took his belongings,

Kinich doesn't complete the thought, rage filling his body before he drops his bag to repeatedly hit the door in hopes to break it down.

Kinich grunts as he breathes out heavily before hitting the door with his side. This is useless, Kinich looks around to the glass window of his house, grabbing his bag to walk away from the window. He silently calculates the range of his throw, before finally launching his bag, shattered pieces of glass loudly hitting the concrete. Kinich couldn't care less before carefully entering the house, stabbed shards digging in his skin.

He looks around the house, and quickly spots Mualani's bleeding body on the floor, his breath caught in his throat. Kinich quickly carries her to the couch, tightly wrapping her stabbed side, Kinich spots a knife.

Kinich does not want to imagine what you could be experiencing right now,

he whispers an apology to Mualani, before hurriedly checking each room of the house.

He passes by the bathroom, he hears a groan of pain,

you.

"[Name]!" he turns back to quickly enter the bathroom, greeted by the most sickening sight ever.

Your bare form, crouched with dark red liquid down your legs, as well as bruises found in each of your limbs, coughing up blood into your hands. Your eyes shakened in pure terror as tears trinkle down your swollen cheeks

Kinich waits anxiously outside your hospital room, the constant beeping sounds irritating him further, as well as unable to remove that ugly view out of his head. How could this have happened? What happened? Where is that man.

"Mr. Malipo?" Kinich perks his head up. The doctor gestures to come into a separate room across yours.

"The child has died due to the injures your wife suffered, they were assaulted and these hits were critical, especially targetted around her stomach." The doctor describes, Kinich holds the urge to puke at the mental image of someone so utterly sick in the head severely harming you.

Kinich can't go home, even if he did, he wouldn't even feel like he was at home, his house was a bloody mess, police were cornering all of it, families of Mualani and yours was overwhelming him with questions. "What happened?" He doesn't know, "how did this happen?" He doesn't want to know. All he wants to do is to see you.

Kinich can't stand sitting down here with his thoughts, seeing you all bruised was mental torture to him, and your unborn child..he doesn't know what to do.

"I need to see her", Kinich states to a nearby doctor. The doctor shakes his head, "Sir, We cannot let you in, we're trying our best to help her, and you will unfortunately be in the way, you can't see her, specially at this state." the doctor states firmly before speaking among his peers. Kinich glares into the back of the doctor's head before remaining sat into his seat, worries filling his head even further than before at the doctors words.

Kinich's finally allowed to see you after hours of waiting, he does not wait for the doctor's words before practically bursting through the door, rushing to your side. your bruises seemed to be less severe, yet still painful to look at. You bat your eyes open from someone tightly clinging to your hand, just to see your husband's green eyes slightly watering at your state.

Sleep slowly worns off of you before you realise why you're here at all, your eyes widens.

You look down to see your bruised stomach has sunk way lower than before. Way less round...

You free your hand from kinich before quickly sitting up to inspect your belly further. "Why's my baby like this?" Your eyes narrows as your eyebrows arch in stress, Kinich's green eyes looks down, finally spilling his tears he's been holding this entire time. Sadly, even with no words spoken, you understood immedietly what had occured.

October 3rd, 20**

Throughout the months, you still continue to grief over your unborn child.

Justice had been instantly served, the man who had broken into your house and physically harmed you had been arrested immedietly, serving a death sentence from the charges now, and the past charges he'd been accused of. Mualani, despite being stabbed, managed to hold on due to Kinich's help in holding her from bleeding out, to which, she fortunately survived.

Yet, Kinich cannot bear this sight of you, you're like a candle that's about to dim from the cold surrounding you, and Kinich, already losing his child, cannot bear to lose you —his beloved wife— too.

Kinich was cooking dinner this time, you layed down on the couch, quiet as ever. You haven't ate normally since then, and Kinich worries that you'll starve to death with this sudden change of routine.

"[Name]", he calls out,

you take a while to reply, he notices, about to call out for you again before hearing your voice hum out. He puts the cover on the pan before walking to you,

His weight dips the couch as you continue still as ever. Kinich wipes his hands on his knees before facing you.

"Would you like to...adopt a cat?" He hesitates to question, unsure if that could unintentionally trigger you. He stares at you to check on how you'd react.

To his surprise, your attention seems to finally land on him, and your eyes slowly lights up in interest before you speak up, "Can we...- I...really take care of them?" Kinich furrows his eyebrows, "We, and yes, what had transpired back then was not your fault", It was mine, he pauses in his thoughts before continuing "that sick man has nothing to do with how we are." he gently intertwines your hands together. bringing your hand to his lips to peck it affectionately.

Your eyes shaken at this, and turn watery at the thought, sitting up to pull your husband into your embrace, "do you blame yourself for what happened..?" You inquire. Kinich pauses, he doesn't reply, but he does dig his face deeper into your neck, you feel something wet soak it before you realise that it's his tears. You smile cheekily, trying to see his face, but his grip tightens into your waist as he sobs into your shoulders, gripping your shirt tightly as ever.

November 4th, 20**

On the way home after finishing up his work, Kinich drives back home, stopping by a nearby drug store to find something to snack on.

Closing the door, Kinich holds the paper bag in his hand, walking up to his parked car. He swiftly enters the car before turning on the engine, he looks up ahead to spot a..tiny black kitten. Kinich sighs before leaving the car.

Kinich reaches his arm to catch the kitten, but to his frustration, the kitten seemed to be playing games with him, running to the other side of the car whenever he got too close to his fur. Kinich grunts before reaching for his car keys, purposely making it beep to stunt the kitten before snatching the feline quickly before it could think.

Kinich hurriedly makes it run to the ground, before hesitating. You and him planned to have a kitten together, why not just take this one home? the kitten looked like it needed a home anyways.

Kinich hold the squirming kitten firmly before gently placing it on the passenger seat, the desperate screams of the kitten was not avoided, Kinich could tell this kitten probably did not have a good experience with humans, specially with a part of his head being bloody, this kitten was lucky to even survive a day out in the wild.

Waking up, you feel a weird furry feeling rubbing your neck before you blink and meet gaze with a strange black kitten and its big green eyes. You pause, before squealing in happiness. Kinich smiles before going to sleep, finally, this could be a new start for you.

[cherryriotcrash]

Yellow

Look at the stars, look how the shine for you and everything you do! Yeah, they were all yellow.

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Summary: Katsuki loves the type of woman who could just kill a man, even it it's just a little one

Chapter Warnings: almost entirely smut, Katsuki Bakugo is better at explaining his feelings, Katsuki Bakugo has excellent head game, Katsuki Bakugo has the filthiest deep stroke known to man.

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Nobody could ever say, with full seriousness, that Katsuki Bakugo did not become a patient man as he aged.

The level of personal restraint and control required to wait until the end of the gala to get his hands on you was worthy of an award in and of itself, never mind the ones he had won for Save of the Year with Izuku and Denki, and for best smile (a rare grin, captured by a pap and plastered on an article titled Dynamight’s Swarovski Smile: Has Someone Got The Hero’s Heart?, speculating on everything from a rekindling with Camie to a polyamorous relationship with Mina and Eijiro). Honestly, if the press thinks he has a Swarovski smile, they should see his wife—

Katsuki blinks to himself.

Wife? Where the fuck did that come from?

He trailed his fingers across your shoulders absentmindedly, drawing a soft hum out of you. You turned away from your conversation with Mina to smile at him softly and press a kiss the curve of his jaw, and he doesn’t know if the booze hit all at once or if it’s the late hour, but he swears you’ve never been more beautiful than right goddamn now, sat leaning into him just so and blushing slightly as your best friend praises you on your own win for Breakout Hero of the Year.

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He made himself a liar thirty minutes later in your hotel room, taking in the sight of your skin in the dim, flickering lights of the candles next to the bed.

He leaned back, and suddenly you felt something drip onto the base of your spine, hot enough to sting but cool enough to remain pleasurable. The moan that slips out is involuntary on your part, and Katsuki hums, “Good moan or bad?”

“Very good.”

He hummed again, “Good.”

Katsuki tipped the candle again, and a few more droplets trailed up your spine. You heard him put the candle’s tin back down, then felt hot hands glide up your sides, thumbs tracing up your spine as he spread the massage oil over your skin and kneading into tense muscles until you’re almost limp.

When he pressed a kiss to the base of your spine, the swear you let out sounded almost slurred.

In response, he smirked and dragged his hands over the globes of your ass, spreading them apart to stare at your pussy, shiny with slick. He drags hot fingers through the sticky mess, cooing at you when your hips shift with a groan, “You’re dripping all over yourself, was it that good for you?”

“Kats…please.”

He propped your hips up with a pillow and buried his face in you, long tongue lapping at you, trailing from your clit to your ass a few times before thrusting into your cunt. The arch in your back deepens as you push your hips back, chasing the pleasure he graciously provided you, big hands gripping your ass to give him more room to work.

You babble praises into the bedsheets as you realize everything about Katsuki is big, and he’s learned to use all of it to his advantage, pressing two thick fingers into your dripping hole, dragging his big tongue through your folds. He focuses his attention on your clit, suckling at it as you clench around his fingers, curling them until you gasp.

“That your spot, baby? Right here?”

You whined loudly, “Fffffuckatsuki, please!”

Your thighs shake and Katsuki chuckles against you, “fuck, you’re shaking…cum on my face. Be a good girl and fuckin’ give it to me so I can give you what you really want.”

For a moment, it feels like time stops.

Nothing else exists save for Katsuki, the way his fingers fuck into you, how his greedy tongue laps at you.

He groans.

You gasp.

The scale tips, and you’re screaming his name into the the sheets as he fucks you through it with his fingers and tongue. Just as you reach the border between blinding pleasure and overstimulation he pulls back. He comes untouched, face tipped to the ceiling, mouth glazed with your slick as his eyes rolled back.

“You,” he pants, “Are going to be the fucking death of me. C’mere.”

Katsuki sat with his back against the headboard, giving his cock a couple of lazy pumps before letting it rest on his stomach in favor of turning you around and guiding you into his lap, your back to his chest. He turns your head, murmuring how beautiful you are before pulling you into a deep, languid kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

You whine into the kiss, slurring out a whispered, “Please, Ka’ski, need it. Need you. Need your fingers.”

Katsuki hisses, “Fuck, you’re dripping. I bet you want my cock, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you replied, voice coming out as an airy whine, “wanna sit on it. Wanna make you feel good. Want you to cum deep inside me.”

Katsuki groaned, “Fuck, baby. ‘S all yours, take it.”

“But you just came,” you whined, “hafta wait.”

Katsuki kissed the back of your neck and chuckled, “Remember how you asked about my refractory period?”

You make a little noise of affirmation, and he slowly lowers you onto his cock, “Turns out I don’t have one. Go ahead, sit on your cock.”

You dropped your hips down as soon as his grip loosened, letting out the filthiest moan Katsuki had heard in his fucking life. You braced your hands on his thighs, riding him hard and fast. The room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, his cock rearranging your guts, your moans and his pleasured babbling.

“That’s it, baby. Ride it for me just like that, fuck it’s so wet. Love seeing your ass bounce on it, makes me wanna knock you up, baby.”

You hope he doesn’t notice the way you tighten around him, but the filthy smirk on his face lets you know otherwise. He grabs your ankles in one hand, resting them on a shoulder and snapping his hips forward, “I felt that, gorgeous. You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you? Want this fat cock to pump you full, make you round with our baby? Ffffffffuck, yeah you do, you get so tight when I say it.”

He slides his hands to your thighs and pushes your legs back until your knees are near your ears, rolling his hips the way he knows you like, delivering the nastiest deep strokes that have tears springing to your eyes as you babble out in pleasure. He leans down to kiss at your neck, changing his angle just enough for his pelvis to grind against your clit, his neatly trimmed pubic hairs heightening the sensation as he slams into your spot. Your nails leave angry red welts down his back as you cry out.

“Suki please, I’m so close!”

Katsuki flips you onto your belly, pressing your face into the mattress as he props your hips up. As soon as he’s back inside your heat, he grips the headboard and his hips snap forward ruthlessly and he growls into your ear, “Oh fuck yes, you want it? Want me to make you a mommy? Play with that pussy for me—just like that, fuck take it take it take it ta—”

You swear you can feel him in your throat as his strokes and his voice deepen, praises devolving into stream of consciousness muttering. He bent over you, sticky chest resting on your back, and he slapped your hand away from your pretty pussy, replacing your frantic ministrations with slower, more precise circles over your clit. Your moan broke into a sob as you came, and Katsuki found himself mesmerized as he watched you come undone. His cock kicked inside you, flooding you with hot cum as he finally let out a broken, gasping moan, thrusting one final time before stilling above you.

He rolled to his back, taking you with him and kissing the top of your head. He opened his mouth to check in on you when a soft snore vibrated against his own chest. He chuckled, pulling the blanket up carefully so he didn’t disturb you, murmuring praises into your hair until sleep overtook him too.

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“Katsuki, are you sure?”

“Why is it,” Katsuki hissed while glaring up at his parents, “that whenever I’m so very sure about something, you always doubt me? I’ve never not been sure about anything I’ve asked you for help with.”

“Well son,” Masaru said, resting his hand on his wife’s leg, “It just seems fast. I mean…we haven’t even met her outside of facetime calls yet.”

“And I’m working on that! You have to understand we’re both pro-heroes and can’t always make time. I just…”

The tips of his ears went pink as he spoke, turning his keys over in his fingers as he sat on the couches across from his parents. He glanced up at Mitsuki, “You knew, and the old man always says I’m your carbon copy. Why is it so hard to believe that I know? I literally fought in a war, died, and came back all before the age of 18, and this is what makes the two of you double back? The last dude who died and came back got a holiday and a book, but you’re questioning if I know if she’s the one?”

Mitsuki stared at her son for a moment, then leaned over and whispered, “He knows, Masaru. Actually look at your son.”

She sat back up and turned to Katsuki, “Tell me more about her, Katsuki. I want to know her the way you know her.”

Katsuki scoffed, a rare smile in your physical absence gracing his features, “She’s…have you ever seen someone that just…you’re convinced they’re the actual center of the galaxy, the sun be damned? I…mom, I don’t deserve her. I gave her every reason to hate me. Remember when I told you I had an accident at work, and I was helping a new hire who lost their hearing? That was her. We got paired in a sparring match, and a freak accident occurred. I’m the reason she’s hard of hearing…and she defended me immediately after. Alex knew something wasn’t right and told off IcyHot and Aizawa, even though she hadn’t been there for more than a fucking month. She didn’t care about kissing ass; she cared about determining what happened and why, and honestly…I knew I was a goner the minute she tore into IcyHot for not warning her I have hearing aids. She doesn’t take anyone’s shit, especially mine. I mean on our very first interaction, she told me to move the hell out of her way for my own safety. The second time, she burst into the men’s locker room, kicked me in the chest, and put me in my place. I didn’t even have a comeback! She was right and just…shut me up. Sometimes I lash out or my frustration is building and she sees it. She sees it before I even see it sometimes, and she just…neutralizes it.”

“She sounds like she’s great for you, son,” Masaru said, “and a great person all around.”

“Great? She’s perfect, pops, like mainlining pure sunlight. She doesn’t…” Katsuki stares down at his hands, swallowing down the sudden lump in his throat, “She doesn’t treat me like I’m an inherently a weapon or a ticking time bomb. I don’t scare her. I never have. I’ve lost my temper on the job and she just…slipped her little hand in mine. Literal ground zero for carnage and she just…trusted me not to hurt her. Even when I’m sweaty and just coming home from patrol, more than once she’s seen I’ve had a terrible day and she’s kissed my palm. She kissed my palm and pressed my hand to her cheek and looked at me like I’m the greatest thing she’s ever seen. I could go on for hours about her, and I can confidently say I’m crazy about her.”

Masaru looked Katsuki over, took in the pink tint to his face and ears, the faint tremor in his normally surgically steady hands, the look in his eyes softer than he’s ever seen them when he spoke about you. He sees his son sniffle and subtly wipe his eyes, pretending to scratch his nose.

“So,” He says after a few moments of silence, “What do you need from your mother and I?”

Katsuki looks up at his father and they swear their son glows.

 “I…I don’t know a damn thing about rings. I don’t know how to passively get her ring size, I don’t know what she likes, I’ve seen her old wedding set in pictures of her from years ago, but I don’t want to get her anything like it. I want her to have something unique, and beautiful. Something from me, something nobody else has.”

Mitsuki got up and sat next to her son, taking his large hand in both of hers, “You know, I still remember when both of your hands fit in one of mine, and now look at you. My Katsuki is all grown up, he’s a big-shot hero and in love…leave the ring sizing to me. I have my ways.”

[clowningaroundmars]

chuck my friend chuck

[seagull-scribbles]

Love her even though I’m not supposed to ❤️ she keeps me up

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

Scala’s beloved, age 25 😊 (he probably wears this til his late 30s, give or take)

[original concept/sketch]

[jitters-art]

travelling together.

sasuke week day 6 — alternate ending

[ ID: a full body drawing of blank period sasuke and naruto in the woods just before dark. sasuke sits against a tree and naruto kneels, his amputated arm balancing on sasukes shoulder. both are feeding onigiri to two black cats. sasuke has pale skin and wears a dark grey sweatshirt and black jeans. his nails are painted black. naruto has brown skin, light freckles, sun spots, dimples and wears a light grey sweatshirt, pink shorts, a blue headband and blue earrings. his nails are painted blue and he has his normal length hair with roots growing in. END ID. ]

[duncanor]

I kinda wanna draw my fantasy/princess and the frog AU for byler again

Like, it's been years, I'm not really in the fandom anymore but it was a fun idea. I might, I might.. 🤔

[xmdart]

THEY'RE IN LOVE, YOUR HONOR!!

Leander Prewett x Oliver Trudor (oc)

[dummygutsart]

just two wizards

hangin out

[real-life-cloud]

U know I'm deciding rn. If I'm still single at 30 then I am just Having a goddamn baby

[archangeldyke-all]

I JUST WATCHED ACT ONE AND HOLY SHIT

Do you think sevika likes biting? Like when other people do it? Because when I saw caitlyn doing it to her I could’ve sworn there was a smirk on sevikas face.

Anyway could you do like headcanons on this? If that’s okay. I love you❤️

oh i KNOW she likes biting AHAHHAAHAH

men and minors dni

really, nobody's been able to make you cum like sevika can. not even your trusty vibrator.

so, it's not surprising to you that you're always scratching up her back and leaving bite marks on her shoulders, but it is concerning.

you confront her about it early on in your relationship. both of you are naked and catching your breath in bed, sevika lazily smoking a cigarette and rubbing your back as you lay on top of her, your finger tracing the indent of your teeth on her breast.

"sevika... am i too rough with you?" you ask.

sevika chokes on her smokes, then sputters a laugh. "what're you talking about?!" she cackles.

"i'm always tearing your back up with my nails-- you've got, like scars on your shoulders now babe. and i worry that i'll draw blood one day, with my teeth or nails--"

"--okay, shut up." sevika cuts you off. you huff a bit and pinch her nipple, and sevika shivers and giggles. "baby. if you recall, i'm not exactly gentle with you, either. just fucked you like a bitch in heat, love, 'n 'm gonna have to lotion your ass from how much i was smacking it."

you suddenly feel bashful, sevika's casual discussion of the mindblowing sex you just had giving you butterflies. you bite her again, much more gently, now, right on the collarbone. "shush." you demand.

"what, you're shy now?" sevika teases. she takes a long drag off her cigarette before stubbing it out out and wrapping you up in her arms. "babe. i like it when you bite me. feels good to know i'm making you feel that good but... i also just like it. the feeling, and the bruises, 'n the way i get to show everyone you're fuckin' me... in fact, i'd like it if you did it even harder. 'n more. could probably cum in my pants from your teeth on my throat..." sevika admits, her voice trailing off and her eyes darting away from yours.

you chuckle and kiss her cheek. "who's shy now?"

sevika just smacks your ass.

so... you start biting her harder. in your time with sevika you've learned how to treat all kinds of wounds, so you aren't as hesitant as you might be to make her bleed. plus, sevika really fucking does love it.

she gets this excited little smirk going on her face when you start gnawing at her flesh, and when you finally really sink your teeth in (usually on her thighs, just a few inches away from her dripping cunt) she just melts. she whimpers and collapses against the bed and sometimes, if you're lucky, you can see her clit twitch in pleasure, despite the fact that you haven't touched her yet.

the first time she cums from it, it's an accident on your part.

you're at the last drop with her, drunk and grinding and making out sloppily in your little corner of the bar, and some woman across the room keeps eyeing her.

eventually, you pull away from her with a huff, smacking her shoulder a bit.

"w-what?" sevika asks, a little out of breath. you have to bite your lip to concentrate enough to get your words out, to resist the temptation of just kissing her again.

"d'you know her?" you ask, gesturing to the woman.

sevika quickly looks over her shoulder, a frown on her face. "w-who?"

"the bitch that's eyeing you like she's gonna be the one going home with you tonight." you growl.

a smile ticks up at the side of sevika's lips, and you scowl. "jealous, baby?"

"no. jealousy would be if you weren't mine. but you are. i'm possessive."

sevika's smile only grows, and she turns her back on her admirer to wrap her arms back around your waist. "i dunno her, love. even if i did, she'd be the last fuckin' thing on my mind tonight. first thing is your ass. second is your tongue. third and forth right here." sevika says as she squeezes your tits. you can't keep your giggles in.

"what about my teeth?" you tease.

sevika shudders, and before you know it, you're being pinned to a wall.

you groan in her mouth, wrapping one of your legs around her hips as she grinds against you. she shoves a hand under your shirt, groping your stomach and tits as you kiss.

you grab her lower lip between your teeth, and sevika freezes, hot little puffs of air hitting your face as she waits in anticipation for your next move.

you give her lip a soft nip before letting it go and ducking down to lick at her throat.

"ba-baby. please." sevika whines, her hips bucking against you in uncoordinated, sloppy little thrusts.

fuck. fuck. you don't have any real reason to worry, not when sevika's begging for your teeth in her throat. it's so hot it makes you dizzy, and you lose yourself for just a second as you clamp your teeth down into her flesh, hard.

sevika stiffens, squeaks, and then starts to shiver, her body collapsing against you and pinning you to the wall. you wrap your arms around her waist, groaning into her skin as she shivers against you.

"f-fuck!" sevika shouts. you pull away from her throat, blood and spit connecting your lips to her skin as you nuzzle her cheek. "fuck. fuck, i love you." sevika sighs.

you giggle, kissing her scars. "i love you, too, baby. can't believe you just came in your fuckin' pants for me."

sevika chuckles. "'s hot watching you get jealous, or possessive, or whatever." she says with a shrug. "'n i really fuckin' like your teeth."

you gently nip her cheek, then press your bloody lips to hers.

sevika moans at the taste.

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[lovesculprit]

Satoru was forever grateful for being strong, not just because of his work or the endless battles he faced, but for moments like this. Moments when he held you down in his lap, your body trembling and unable to escape, as his fingers worked relentlessly, coaxing sounds from you that drove him insane.

He leaned back some, his pale lashes casting shadows over his crystalline blue eyes as he watched you with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "You're so sensitive," he said as his hands moved with precision, long fingers dipping in and out of your pussy, the lewd sound of your wetness echoing in your ears.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you whimpered his name. You weren't sure whether it was a plea or a prayer anymore as you squirmed in his lap, trying to pull away from his insistent touch, but his arms only tightened around you, holding you “I can’t… I can’t anymore.”

“Of course you can baby,” he mused, tilting his head. His words were maddening, his tone reflecting his amusement at your predicament, “You’ve got another one in you, don’t you?”

His fingers were maddening, each stroke calculated to drive you closer to the edge. "Look at you," he murmurs. "So desperate, so needy. It's pathetic, really." His lips curve into a smirk as he watches your face contort with pleasure and frustration. "But so fucking beautiful."

You attempt to close your thighs, desperate to alleviate the overwhelming sensation, but Satoru's strong legs prevent you from finding any relief. He uses them to keep you spread wide open, exposing you completely to his relentless touch. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "None of that now, pretty girl.”

You're torn between the need to give in and the urge to struggle against the overstimulation. But here on his lap, with your thighs held open and his arms tightly around you, all you’re able to do is surrender to the sensations. His body radiates heat from where you’re pressed against him, as he effortlessly prevents your struggles. His long, pale fingers continue their merciless exploration, caressing and torturing your folds with each deliberate movement.

His fingers dip lower again, plunging back into your dripping entrance. He pumps them slowly, savouring the way your walls clench around him, trying to draw him deeper. The obscene squelching sounds fill the air, a testament to your body's desperate need.

He traces maddening circles around your clit, the pad of his thumb applying just enough pressure to send jolts of electricity through your core. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, but he denies you, pulling away barely just as you're on the brink of ecstasy.

"Look how wet you are," he murmurs, bringing his glistening fingers to your lips. "Taste yourself, baby. Taste how much you want this."

You hesitate for a moment before parting your lips, allowing him to push his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your own arousal is intoxicating, and you can't help but moan around his digits, the vibrations sending shivers through both of you.

Satoru groans, his grip tightening possessively. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "My perfect little wife, so responsive, so eager to please."

He withdraws his fingers from your mouth, only to guide them back into your dripping core. His pace increases, his touch growing more urgent, fingers curling just right against that sweet spot as he chases your impending climax. Your body tenses, every muscle pulled taut as Satoru's fingers work you closer and closer to the edge. 

With a final, skillful thrust of his fingers, you shatter. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching down around his digits with vice-like intensity. You gush around his fingers, coating his hand as you come undone, crying out his name in a mixture of pleasure and despair.

Satoru groans, his hips grinding against your ass as he rides out your climax with you. "That's it, baby," he encourages, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

Waves of pleasure wash over you as your legs shake, tears streaming down your face, evidence of the overstimulation as your orgasm consumes you entirely. He works you through the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure until you're a writhing, incoherent mess in his lap.

As your orgasm subsides, leaving you trembling and spent in Satoru's lap, he watches with a smug, satisfied smirk. His eyes gleam with triumph, taking in every twitch and shudder of your body.

"Look at you," he purrs, his voice low and filled with dark amusement. "So beautiful when you let go.

Satoru's fingers ghost over your sensitive clit, barely grazing the sensitive nub. You whine a faint protest, your hand shooting out in a feeble attempt to stop him. 

He chuckles, the sound low and dark, filled with wicked promise. "Aww, still so sensitive?" he teases, fingers retreating just as you're about to push him away. "I'm just playing, beautiful. No need to be so dramatic." he murmurs mockingly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss there as you come down from your high.

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[madaqueue]

EPISODE 3: A TASTE OF HONEY IN DEFEAT

satoru thought he would have no problem winning a bet he proposed, but a month is too long to go without a taste of anything this sweet.

themes/content: smut. edging, handjobs, mean-ish dom!reader, satoru being whiney lmao, premature ejaculation + he cums inside, light bondage (satoru receiving). (wk: 2.1k)

a/n: this is part of @luv-lies no-nut-november collab!!! so excited to have been a part of this, hope you all enjoy >:3

“You know I trust you, but don’t you think the ropes are a bit much?” Satoru giggles as you tighten the final knot around his wrists, shoulders bulging and arms stretched overhead.

“I know you trust me - it’s you I’m worried about, ‘Toru.”

“What, worried I won’t be able to keep my hands off you?” The smirk painting his features veers into a grimace as he winces, straining against the tightening rope.

“No. I’m worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off yourself.”

Pink lips draw into a pout. “Aw c’mon, you know I’ll be good! I’m the one who made this bet in the first place, remember?”

You hum as you tug his hands down, testing the strength of the woven cerulean adorning his skin. The headboard shakes with the movement.

“And yet, you were so willing to break the rules.”

It had been quite a sight, truly - your dear Satoru, splayed across the bed, whimpers and moans falling from his lips like honeyed rain. They landed heavy in your ears, sticky and sweet. When the door creaked open, he made no effort to stop the fervent motions of his fist up and down his cock. He was flushed from head to toe, too lost in his own pleasure to recognize the sound of your footsteps approaching. It was only when your hand rested atop his that he jerked up, clouded eyes turning apologetic.

“I know I wasn’t supposed to, I know, I just couldn’t wait-” he had babbled.

“It’s okay,” you purred, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “But you knew the deal, remember? I’m the only one allowed to touch you this month, right, Satoru?”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry-”

“And how close you were to cumming, too.”

“I wasn’t going to, I swear-”

You hummed and squeezed his base, earning a gasp. “You know it’s not good to lie, either. Remember, you made this bet, sweetheart. Were you really so willing to throw it all away? To lose?”

“I wasn’t going to lose, I promise, I just needed something-”

He was getting worked up, panicked thoughts racing through his mind. He braced on his forearms to sit up, but with a purposeful push you guided him back onto the sheets.

“It’s okay, my love. If my poor baby is so needy, I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you something.”

His eyes widened when you pulled the ropes from under the bed, eyeing him like your next meal, a starving predator ready to pounce. And here was your prey, so ready for the taking, offering himself to you as a good piece of meat should.

And now, he’s tied up like one, too.

“I wasn’t even going to break the rules,” he whines impatiently.

Sitting back, you admire your work: your strong, determined Satoru spread and waiting. Trailing a finger down his stomach, his skin burns hot in its wake.

“That’s certainly not what it looked like to me.”

“I-”

“Because to me, it looked like you couldn’t handle going even a month without touching this needy little cock of yours.”

He pouts. “I’m not little,” he huffs.

A giggle bubbles from the back of your throat, bouncing past your lips.

“And besides, I can handle it, I swear! I made it almost the whole month, I did, I just-”

Tilting your head, you gaze down at him. “What, got too desperate? Poor Satoru, ‘The Strongest,’ couldn’t even follow the rules of a bet he made?”

Blue flashes against white as he rolls his eyes. One hand ruffles his hair, cooing down at him.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll make you beg to break this silly little bet of yours.”

“Whatever,” he scoffs, hiding the way pink creeps up his neck and decorates his cheeks, stained like flower petals. He’s soft like them, too.

A light chuckle lands in the air when your palm grazes up his length. He twitches in your hold, warm skin on warm skin.

“H-hah, see?” His mouth hangs open between the words. “Told you I could handle it.”

It’s gentle touches at first, to ease him into it: slow strokes, light fingers. And yet, he’s still wrapping his throat around whimpers.

“Aw baby, I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Your lips curl into a smile, breath hot behind them. The words come out syrupy, dripping in sugar (and Satoru has always had a sweet tooth). His stomach aches in hunger - hunger for your hands, your body, your control. Whatever you plan to do to him, he’ll swallow it whole, bigger and bigger bites until his cheeks swell and all he can taste is you.

The grip around his base tightens, running up and down. Something about your skin is so much softer than his, untainted by the cruelty he lives through, only dirtied by desire. It spreads over his skin, glistening white and sticky.

When whines begin to twist through the silence, his eyelashes fluttering to bat away the impending tears, he doesn’t have to say it - he’s close.

Just as his muscles begin to tense, you rip your hand away.

There’s a choked little cry he lets out, hurt like an animal you spared from death. One that was ready for it, for the warmth and comfort it provided.

“Why’d you stop?” His voice is strained already, a high-pitched draw across his vocal cords. His eyes are sparkling and wet.

A peck to his cheek sends shivers down his spine. “Because you’re not supposed to finish, remember, silly? I’m just helping you hold up your end of the bet, after all.”

A sound like untuned violins, haunting and beautiful all the same, plays from his throat. You giggle at the music.

“C’mon, Toru - you wanted this, remember?”

“I know,” he grumbles, scrunching his nose. “Fine, fine, do whatever you want.”

You smile.

(You would have anyways)

Your gaze falls upon the aquamarine rope, the matching eyes, before trailing back down his steadying chest.

It stutters when your fingers trace up the veins of his cock.

It heaves when you cup a palm around his balls.

You squeeze.

“F-fuck,” he groans, hips lifting off the bed.

There’s a word living at the tip of his tongue, its shape burning into his mouth.

Harder.

Luckily, you know your Satoru - you know what he thinks, feels, wants. And as a lover should, you happily oblige.

The sound he makes is garbled and choked, utter nonsense. It came straight from the depths of his body, a pure animalistic response, one he couldn’t have controlled if he tried.

Already, he’s beginning to tremble in your palm - it’s getting easier to do this, make him shake like a lost leaf floating through the autumn air, held captive by the gusts of your wind. Up and down, he travels with you, because of you.

Again, you pull your hand away.

Again, he whines.

“Noooo,” he mumbles, more to himself than anything. It was automatic, the expression of displeasure, ripped from him with the loss of your warmth on his.

“What’s wrong baby? You want me to stop?” It’s more fun when he has an out, when he could say no and chooses not to. When he wants this just as badly as you. “You know you-”

“No.” It's more breath than sound. “No, please. Keep going.”

And as a lover should, you happily oblige.

Precum drips down his length, covering him in remnants of desire. They cling to his skin like silky webs, woven from devotion and need. Each slick pump of your hand up and down creates more and more and more, a beautiful pearl at his slit forming one moment only to be spread by your circling thumb in the next.

Each time you reach his base, you squeeze. Each time you reach his tip, you twist. In this dance you both twirl and breathe and feel in beat, holding on to one another with sweaty hands and tired muscles.

“Remember, you can give up whenever you want,” you coo, the sweet glue of a trap.

But Satoru doesn’t dare taste, doesn’t dare step inside - he knows better.

(Right?)

“I’m not - fuck - giving up.” He tries to throw you a smile, but it lands at your feet.

Fists clench into each other, nails digging into his palms. You almost feel bad, the way he’s beginning to writhe within the ropes. It must hurt, you think, the texture soft but never soft enough - it’s nothing compared to you. In spite of his anguish, he knows better than to give up this easily. You haven’t even really begun, not yet.

When his eyelashes flutter closed, you know to pull your hand away.

He’s getting more subtle, the only sign of his impending pleasure a soft flicker of white and blue. But you recognize it, of course - his pleasure lives everywhere in him. In the way his breath catches, in the way his skin burns hot, in the way he gets all too loud or all too quiet.

There’s barely a sound this time. Instead, he just frowns, displeasure spreading across his sweet features. His lower lip sticks out, and he stares at you with cloudy eyes.

“I know, baby, I know. But this is what it takes if you want to win.”

The words don’t ease the growing ache in his core, but your voice does. Every vowel blurs the pain, every consonant gives him something to cling to. He’ll climb himself out of insanity on your breath.

Again, you wrap around him and drag him closer to the edge. Unable to pull his gaze away, he stares down it, looming, waiting. The free fall must feel nice, the wind against his skin, for a moment before he hits the ground. But with a firm hand on the back of his head, you just hold him there. It’ll be his choice whether he decides to jump. Or rather, when he decides to jump.

Another choked groan leaks from his lips when you pause. There are no words left for him to say, nothing but the agony of desire. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as if it’ll make the leap any less tempting.

Hushed whispers, not quite praise, tingle his mind. Little hums of “I know,” or “there, there,” dance from your throat, and he writhes.

Distress always looked so pretty on him. Pretty tears, pretty red cheeks, pretty pouts and pretty cries. Perhaps it’s a curse that he looks like a fallen angel when he weeps - if he looked more grotesque, you wouldn’t feel the urge to bring him back into the jaws of pain.

But he lets you comfort him nonetheless, preen his wings and kiss his tears.

This time, when you stop, he thrashes. His skin burns, crisp like it had been warmed by the sun for too long. Everything is too tight, his hands, his arms, his shoulders, his stomach. They need to be loosened; they need to be released.

“Please.”

It’s so quiet, it’s almost not a word, just little sounds from his tongue.

“What was that, baby? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Tears stream from glossy eyes when he looks at you. His lips quiver as he speaks.

“Please, I wanna cum. Please.”

The smile spreading across your face is cold and knowing; he looks beautiful as he falls.

“I know you want to, but-”

“I lose.” He’s panting, gasping through the plea. “I lose, I give up, I don’t care, just, please.”

Hot tears melt beneath your thumb as you swipe them away. His mouth hangs open, as though he could swallow the air, hold it inside him and let that ease the aching. But the only thing that can help him now is you, the only thing he can stomach.

“Okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

A loose smile flows across his face, easy like gentle waves lapping at the corners of his thoughts. The sentence itself barely makes sense to him at this point, garbled in his lust-clouded mind. But he knows you’ll help him now; he welcomes the push over the edge.

Straddling his lap, you guide him to your entrance. Sticky and hot, he presses into you. Just as his tip enters your warmth, he hurls himself into the wind.

Everything in his body trembles, muscles tightening and contracting out of time. Eyelashes flutter, whimpers dance like petals as he comes undone.

The only thing he can do is twitch inside of you, pearly strings pulsing with each erratic breath.

Finally, he opens his eyes to find you smiling. Warm lips press along his cheeks, dried tears salty on your tongue.

“Well, you certainly lost this time,” you hum, resting your forehead against his; he looks at you like you created the earth itself, your breath in the wind and your heartbeat in the sun. “But there’s always next year, right?”

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✶ ENHYPEN WHEN THEY KISS YOUR POUTY LIPS

PREC𝓲S ✦ enha x f!reader warnings skinship, petnames && 1090wc 𓈃 ♡ fluff, head canons, one shot ─── ˖ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 ୨୧

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

heeseung chuckles as he catches you pouting, crossing his arms and leaning in close with a playful grin. "what's got my baby all pouty, hm?" he teases, his fingers brushing under your chin, guiding you to look up at him. you try to hold onto the pout, but it's hard when he's this close, his warm gaze softening as he scans your face. "c'mere," he murmurs, closing the distance and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. his hand rests on your waist, pulling you closer, and when he pulls back, he grins at the dazed look on your face. "better?" he whispers, thumb grazing your cheek. you just nod, cheeks heating up as he plants one more quick kiss. "good, ‘cause i hate seeing my pretty girl pout like that."

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

“what’s with the pout, baby?” jay teases, his voice soft as he tilts your chin up, thumb tracing over your cheek. you grumble, crossing your arms, “you didn’t tell me you’d be out so late.” he chuckles, pulling you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning down until his lips brush yours, “how can i make it up to you?” your pout fades just a little as his eyes flick down to your lips, and before you can reply, he closes the gap, his mouth warm and gentle against yours. he pulls back with a playful grin, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “there we go. no more pouting, okay?”

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

"c’mon, don’t pout, baby,” jake murmurs, a teasing grin tugging at his lips as he cups your face, his thumbs gently tracing your cheeks. you try to look away, but he tilts your chin back up to meet his gaze, eyes sparkling with playful mischief. “it’s not fair when you’re this cute, you know that?” he says, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your skin. before you can protest, his lips press against yours, soft and lingering, leaving you slightly breathless. he pulls back just a little. “i’d kiss that pout away all day if you’d let me," he whispers, his smile widening as he pecks you again. "or maybe... you'd like that a bit too much, huh?"

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

"are you mad at me, sweetheart?" sunghoon asks softly, his brows drawing together as he studies your pout, worry flickering in his eyes. he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, hesitating, his hand lingering on your cheek. "i didn’t mean to upset you," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper as he glances down, clearly overthinking. “maybe i should’ve texted back sooner... or—was it something i said?” he rambles, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. you can’t help but smile at his nervousness, your pout easing. finally, you lean forward, closing the distance as his lips meet yours, soft and gentle, his breath catching in surprise. when he pulls back. “i... guess that’s one way to forgive me,” he murmurs, a small smile forming. “but... maybe you should pout more often, just so i can do that.”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

“a pout?” sunoo chuckles softly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he tilts your chin up to look at him. you try to turn away, still sulking, but he only leans in closer, eyes sparkling with that familiar, playful warmth. “come on, don’t hide from me,” he whispers, his voice gentle, coaxing. “let me fix it, hm?” before you can protest, his lips are on yours. his hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing gentle circles as he pulls back just enough to smile down at you. “there,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours, “much better. you look way cuter when you’re smiling.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

“what’s with the pout, angel?” jungwon’s voice is soft but teasing as he notices the little frown tugging at your lips. before you can even answer, he leans in without a second thought, capturing your pout in a sweet kiss. his hand finds your waist, pulling you a bit closer as his lips melt against yours, like he’s done this a hundred times before. when he finally pulls back, he’s grinning, his eyes sparkling as he tilts his head, admiring your flustered expression. “there we go,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your cheek, “i like you much better without that pout.” you open your mouth to protest, but he just chuckles, leaning in to press another quick kiss to your lips. “no more pouting, okay?”

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

“aww, is someone pouting?” riki’s voice is filled with amusement as he leans in close, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. you try to look away, but he gently tilts your chin back, his eyes twinkling with that all-too-familiar teasing spark. “what, you want me to fix it?” he laughs softly, tilting his head as if he’s considering it. “maybe a kiss would help…” he trails off, his face just inches from yours, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. without waiting, he swoops in, pressing a quick, playful kiss to your pouty lips, then pulls back with a smirk. “there. feeling better now, pouty?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

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EARNED IT

Paige Bueckers x reader

In which reader wants a pair of shoes but instead of just buying them, Paige makes reader earn them, each orgasm bringing her $200 closer - loosely based on a request @d3arapril got and passed onto me (ty girl ily)

Warnings: SMUT (slight CNC, use of a dildo, overstim, P being a little sadistic), lowkey filthiest thing i've written so beware

Wordcount: 4.9K

A/N: SURPRISE! enjoy this little pre-game treat while I work on the prologue for So It Goes ;)

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It had been a long day. Work had been killing you and frankly, you missed your girlfriend who had been training tirelessly in the past weeks. It was as if the only times you saw each other were when she was about to leave, coming into your bedroom and kissing you goodbye for the day, or the couple hours after she got home when you ate dinner together and went to bed. 

It was all okay, you understood the stakes, you always knew what it entailed to date the famous Paige Bueckers. That basketball was her life, that it meant a lot of lonely nights, sometimes for weeks during the season. But it was all worth it, because when she was there, you were the most spoiled, pampered girl in the world.

You could hear the shower turn off as you sat on the couch of your apartment, looking for something to spoil yourself with on your phone - you had received a bonus earlier today and thought you deserved something nice to celebrate. So naturally, almost out of habit, your finger was scrolling on the Louboutin homepage, admiring your dream shoes - the shiny leather and bright red sole of the shoe drawing you eye in. Maybe if you saved a little more, you could finally get them.

“You’d look so fine in those,” you’re interrupted by Paige, leaning over your shoulder to see what you were up to. When you turn around you find her shower fresh, wet hair still dripping and a robe tied loosely on her body. She smelled so delicious and clean you just wanted to bask in her. To throw yourself on her and have her hold you for days on end.

Paige kisses the top of your head from behind as she leans down and wraps two arms around you. Heaven is the only way to describe how that felt after days of missing her.

“Well gimme a couple months and I’ll save up,” you chuckle, tilting your head back to look at her. She smiles but scoffs a little at your words.

“I gotchu,” she laughs and yanks the phone out of your hands much too quickly for your reflexes.

“No!!” you yelp, jumping off the couch in a white top and underwear, following her around your apartment, feeble attempts to try and steal back the phone as she dodges you with ease, a smug grin on her face.

“‘S not even that much, relax,” Paige pushes your hands away gently, plopping herself down on the armchair in your living room that the blonde had reclaimed as “hers”. 

“Got that NIL money, can buy my girl whatever she wants,” she brags, leaning back in the robe that’s not doing much to cover her legs up. The sliver of white boxers on her muscular thighs electrify you, and the confident expression on her face doesn’t help when you feel the familiar ache fluttering between your thighs.

“It’s 800 dollars Paige,” you point out, sitting yourself on the blonde’s thigh, like you had so many times before. It was something about this chair that made her want to have you on her constantly. Perhaps it was the way you two fit in it just right, the way you felt small in her arms. Nevertheless, you had spent hours in this chair scrolling Tiktok, sharing a tub of ice cream, reading books or just talking after a long day.

Paige holds you bridal style, your bare legs sprawled across her lap. Her fingertips draw patterns up and down on your thighs, sending goosebumps everywhere. You loved these moments, they almost made up the fact that she was gone most days.

“That’s nothing baby, don’ worry,” Paige murmurs, already putting her card details in. 

“I’m serious P!” you groan, grabbing your phone finally from the blonde’s hands. Truth be told, you felt a little bad. Paige was always showering you with gifts, trips on your birthday, hell she had even convinced she should pay for your groceries since she was over all the time and ate most of them. She paid for every date, for gas, drove you around whenever she could. She spoiled the hell out of you and you let her. You knew she loved to do it. But still, something about it made you feel bad. To have your girl do so much for you without giving anything in return.

“I wanna earn it! I just got a bonus and if I save up some more I can get them,” you explain, the bewildered look on Paige’s face finally softening. A small grin tugs at the corner of her mouth as her blue eyes roam over your face, flickering to your lips. Her fingertips sneak further up your leg as her tongue licks over her pink bottom lip. All that was enough for you to know Paige had something dirty on her mind.

“Oh yeah? You wanna earn it?” she asks menacingly. With a confused look you nod, not quite sure what she meant.

Instead of explaining, she’s pulling you in by the back of your head, kissing you feverishly. The tension grows quickly, each kiss more passionate than the last. She wants you bad. Your hands entangle in her wet hair as you wrap your arms around the blonde. The fresh scent of shampoo, mango and guava, fills your nostrils. Paige moves her hand to your inner thighs, squeezing and caressing the soft skin, making a wet spot grow on your underwear embarrassingly quickly. 

She pulls her lips away with a struggle, attempting to catch her breath. You wince, already missing her mouth. 

“You wanna play a lil game with me baby?” She asks, hooded eyes blinking quickly as she refocuses on your face.

“What game?” Your voice is shaky from how much the ache between your legs had grown.

Paige sits up a little, clearing her throat. “Well, you said you wanna earn it,” she starts, walking her fingers up your thigh slowly. “and I really wanna touch you baby,” she adds. “How about each time you cum for me you get 200 dollars?”

The blush that sets on your cheeks is immediate, making your face red and hot. At first you want to shake your head, immediately turn it down. It felt so wrong. But then Paige’s fingertips inch closer to your core, and you can’t help but consider. She really wants to get you off after all. And if there was one thing about Paige, once she started she didn’t know how to stop.

The blue eyes roam your face, looking for a reaction. With a huff, Paige leans in and kisses on your earlobe. “Been away so much lately, need my girl,” she hums into your ear, chills taking over your body. That’s enough to do it.

“Okay,” you whimper, Paige grinning against your skin.

“Yeah? You not gon’ tap out?” She says with that arrogant lilt in her voice as your gazes meet.

“No.” 

Your tone is much more confident than you are.

“Bet.”

With that Paige’s fingertips press into your clothed core, dragging along your clit as you moan, your head already lulling back.

“You already this wet?” The blonde chuckles irritatingly, but you’re too desperate for her to do anything about it.

“Been missing you,” you whimper as her fingers rub in a circle, her lips returning to your ear as they suck on your earlobe, pulling on it with her teeth.

“Fuck I know baby, haven’t been giving you enough attention huh?” She coos, hot breath on your neck. You nod, agreeing with her, growing wetter, needier for something she wasn’t giving you yet. “Lemme make it up for you,” she whispers, nuzzling her nose against your neck. “Stand up.”

You do as she says as if in some sort of trance, willing to bend every which way for her. Paige looks up at you, spreading her legs further and reaching for your panties. With a swift movement she pulls them down, leaving you only in the tight white tank top in front of her. 

She pats her thigh, flexing the muscle there, inviting you to sit. It’s so tempting you don’t hesitate even for a moment when you straddle it. A gasp leaves your mouth when your wet cunt meets her soft, warm skin. She hisses, feeling your slick on her, licking her lips.

“Oh shit,” you whimper, Paige’s hands moving to your ass, kneading hungrily. You could already feel a fire in your abdomen, making you lightheaded. 

“C’mon,” the blonde urges you to move, her hands beginning to grind your hips back and forth. The way her thigh drags along your clit is making you see stars. Paige’s eyes are locked on the way you’re grinding on her, her cheeks turning red as she lets out loud exhales and hisses at the way your pussy feels on her skin. 

Grabbing onto her shoulders, you fasten the pace, needy for more. 

“That feels so- oh fuck baby,” you moan, feeling Paige flex her thigh underneath you, providing just the correct angle and pressure for you. Your legs are already shaking as her hands guide you, hips moving back and forth.

“Shit,” Paige whimpers as if she’s the one getting off. Leaning forward she begins to kiss your neck, sucking enough to leave a mark and a sting but it only spurs you on. Grabbing the hem of your top, she lifts it just enough to reveal your tits, eyes locked on the way they move with your body as you grind faster.

“Look so fucking good,” she murmurs almost to herself, one hand kneading your ass, the other your breast. “C’mon, you gonna get off on my thigh?” 

You nod desperately, hair falling all over your face as the coil inside you tightens, the pressure on your clit bordering on overwhelming. Your movements were turning sloppy as your orgasm approached you, desperately grinding your hips. To help you Paige’s hands return to your ass, assisting with the movements. 

“Fuck Paige, fuck,” you gasp, the burn in your core so intense it made your eyes roll back. A loud smack is followed with a sharp pain as Paige slaps your ass harshly, spurring you on.

“C’mon baby,” she groans, leaning forward to kiss your chest feverishly. As her warm tongue begins to circle your nipple, you can feel yourself starting to spill over. Hands gripping onto her shoulders, she flexes her muscles one more time, your clit rubbing desperately on her thigh as you come. 

“Oh-” you’re gasping, face scrunched up in pleasure as Paige’s hands guide your hips, soft lips sucking on your nipple to make the pleasure even more intense. Waves of pleasure wash over you as your cunt clenches around nothing, slick spilling out of you.

“That never gets old,” Paige moans as you try to catch your breath, your movements coming to a halt as the blonde keeps kissing along your neck and jaw. Your body already feels tired, worn out. But the night was just beginning.

“That’s 200 bucks for you ma,” she grins, finding your lips in a needy kiss. “You should know tho, you riding my thigh is worth a lot more,” Paige murmurs against your mouth. “Fuck, would pay millions to see that shit.”

Her words make you whimper into her mouth, giving her the opportunity to slide her tongue inside, meeting yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. Grabbing your thighs, Paige stands up from the chair and lifts you with ease, her robe falling open as she walks you to the couch. Placing you on the soft cushions, she watches you with hooded eyes.

“Wait here,” she murmurs before disappearing into your bedroom. When she returns, her robe is hanging off her shoulders loosely, chests and abs completely exposed. In her large hands she’s holding a purple, 7 inch dildo. A gift from the blonde but left unused because of how busy she had been.

You could still feel your core throbbing from your last orgasm, but the heat was quick to grow again when you see Paige holding it with a grin. As you lie on your back, waiting for her to touch you, Paige walks to the opposite end of the couch, leaning back and spreading her legs. 

“C’mere,” she says hoarsely, her fingers curling to invite you closer. Excited, you crawl to her. Paige’s impatient hands grab you and pull you onto her lap until you’re straddling her.

“You wanna put on a show for me?” She asks. Her head is tilted back as she watches you, the blue of her eyes completely blown out.

“Yes,” you whimper and gasp when her hand smacks your ass again, sharp pain following but making your pussy more soaked if possible.

“Such a slut huh?” She asks, making you only needier. Paige looks down between her thighs, holding the toy there in her hand, the plastic pressing against your stomach.

“Ride this shit,” she says, and you can tell it’s not a suggestion with the way she’s looking at you, her jaw suddenly sharper, eyes even darker. Your legs still feel shaky, but the urge to be filled up by her is so overwhelming you can’t help but lift your hips.

The tip of the toy presses against your folds, the blonde sliding it to your entrance teasingly. Your slick is already dripping down its length as you lower yourself on the tip, Paige’s hand on your hip guiding you.

A loud gasp escapes your mouth as Paige pulls you down on the length, making you take all of it. The stretch is too much, overwhelming you quickly, making your eyes roll back. However, Paige’s grounding hand grabs your jaw firmly, bringing your eyes to hers.

“Earn it ma,” she commands, leaning back and holding the toy steady with both hands. You knew exactly what she wanted.

With slow movements you begin to move up and down on the toy, letting it fill you up all the way. It feels so good it’s almost painful, and you can’t help but moan loud when it hits somewhere deep inside you you didn’t even know existed.

“Oh god,” you moan, eyes shutting in ecstasy. Paige is leaning back, watching you with hooded eyes and mouth slightly parted, moaning with you like she’s the one getting fucked.

“You’re so hot,” she groans, licking her lips. “Play with those tits for me.”

Without thinking your hands grab onto your chest, kneading as you pick up the pace, now bouncing on the toy that Paige is holding. The blonde can’t take it anymore, hand snaking around you to grab your ass hard. 

“Paige-” you gasp as she smacks your ass again, hard enough to leave marks to remind you of tonight for the days to come.

“That’s it ma, love it when you ride my shit,” she whimpers, her voice hoarse and deep. Watching you is getting Paige so wet she thinks she might come untouched, watching you bounce on the toy - what might as well be her cock. 

She can’t help it anymore, purely the way you look is getting her close enough to come. Her veiny hand moves off your ass, dragging down her stomach into her boxers where she’s met with her soaked cunt already throbbing. 

“Ah shit,” she moans as her fingers slip inside her, filling her up while you ride the toy for her. 

“C’mon, faster,” Paige commands. Whimpering and writhing, you maneuver from your knees to your feet, squatting on the toy now. Gripping Paige’s muscular shoulders for dear life, you begin to bounce on the toy, your tits in the blonde’s face.

“Such a good girl for me, shit,” she moans, her fingers pumping in and out of herself. She’s struggling not to come before you, her head lulling back and eyes nearly shutting. 

“Oh fuck,” you cry out, the burn in your thighs becoming overwhelming as you ride her, your pussy clenching around the length inside you. Leaning backwards to give Paige an even better view, you reach back to hold her thighs for support, making sure she sees all the inches disappearing inside you, stretching you out.

“Fuck baby you making a mess on my cock huh?” Paige whimpers, trying to sound together but there’s a whine in her voice that’s telling you she’s trying not to roll off the edge.

“Feels so good,” you gasp, the new angle letting the tip of the toy hit the spongy part inside you, making fire spread all over your abdomen. You’re dripping around the toy now, probably all over the couch, but neither of you seem to care.

“You like how my cock feels inside you?” Paige asks, voice breathy.

Nodding desperately, you allow your head to lull back, the squelching sounds coming out of both of you echoing around the living room. “Love riding your cock baby.”

“Aw sh- please tell me you’re close ma,” Paige cries out, her cunt throbbing around her fingers as she watches you.

“N-need to cum,” you mewl, tears filling your eyes.

“Shit- that’s right baby, earn it for me,” Paige rambles, her voice getting whinier as your pussy squeezes the toy tight, your movements on it turning rampant as you chase your high.

“Such a good girl for me, gonna make me cum,” the blonde continues, forcing her eyes to stay open as she spills over the edge so she can watch you come on her cock. All of a sudden intense pleasure takes over you, and your moans turn high pitched and desperate as you release all over the toy, the stretch making your legs shake.

“Aw fuck you look so fucking good, yeah ride that shit,” Paige moans loud as she comes with you. Plenty of high pitched cusses spill from her pink lips but you barely hear her, too focused on the ecstasy running through you. Once the feeling passes you crash onto the blonde underneath you, whole body shaking from the strain.

“That’s it baby,” Paige praises, sliding her fingers out of her cunt and carefully bringing them to your lips. They’re glistening in the light, covered in her slick. Eyes still closed and head resting on the blonde’s chest, you part your lips and swirl your tongue around them, tasting her. You wrap your lips around her fingers and suck on them as Paige pulls the toy out of you, leaving an uncomfortable emptiness behind.

“No more,” you whisper once the blonde’s fingers return to her side. She chuckles, brushing the hairs sticking to your sweaty forehead. 

“C’mon now that’s only 400 bucks,” she laughs but you shake your head. 

“It’s ok, I can save the rest,” you complain, your body sore and tired and way too sensitive to be touched.

“Well I’m not done with you yet ma,” Paige whispers. “So you might as well earn a lil sum.”

With that Paige is pushing you to your back, the robe finally falling off her body leaving her exposed, nipples hard and goosebumps covering her milky skin. Her hands grip your thighs spreading them wide and without warning, she leans down and begins to slowly drag her tongue along your cunt, taking her time.

You’re already squirming, two hands on her head ready to push her off. The two orgasms had left you sensitive and worn out. You’re not sure if you could do more. But Paige seemed to have decided for you.

She grabs your wrists, pulling them to your side against the couch. “Keep ‘em there,” she orders as she begins to lick against your puffy, swollen clit, humming contently as your body begins squirms. 

“‘S too much,” you cry out but she shakes her head, moaning into your pussy. 

“No it’s not, you can take it,” she assures, arms wrapping around your thighs to pull you closer, to hold you down. She’s lapping you up now, desperately trying to taste every inch of you. Her warm tongue swirls in your folds, moaning at your taste. If there was something Paige Bueckers loves it’s eating pussy. “Doin’ so good for me,” she praises.

The sensation is enough to make your legs tremble desperately, your third orgasm quickly building up. Every muscle in your body ached, and all touches and flicks on your clit felt heightened, making your eyes well up. You were a mess, back arching, hands grabbing the couch, the soft pillows thrown all over the floor now. Every part of you was writhing except your hips that Paige was holding down and still for her sake. She was eating you like she had never tasted you before, as if she had been starving for you.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl, grabbing onto her blonde locks still wet from the shower. As you yank Paige moans, watching you from underneath her long dark eyelashes. She’s watching for every reaction, blue eyes filled with lust and locked onto every movement, every expression. She can’t look away.

Paige lays her tongue flat against your puffy clit and shakes her head from one side to the other, your cunt beginning to throb immediately. 

“Just like that, shit baby,” you moan, pulling onto the blonde hair. Paige pulls back, buried so deep in your folds she’s gasping for air as she comes up. Her gaze moves from your face to your pussy, a mixture of her spit and your slick dripping out of you onto the couch.

“Aw fuck I can see this pussy throbbing,” Paige gasps and immediately dives back in, the strain in her jaw quickly forgotten by the sight of you. Suddenly she spits onto your folds and urgently leans back in to lap it all up. It was so hot, so dirty that the sight was enough for your muscles to begin to twitch a third time around this evening.

“Oh fuck, Paige-”

“Right there?” She asks, staring up at you from between your thighs, her fingertips digging into the skin of your hips. Her tongue lies flat against your swollen clit, circling against it making all the muscles in your body tremble desperately.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes!” You gasp, real tears spilling from your eyes. You’re teetering right on the edge, only needing permission now from the blonde between your thighs.

“Fuuuuckk ma, cum on my face, please,” she moans, fastening her movements and gripping you harder, her eyes rolling back when you yank on her hair hard. “Please,” Paige cries out, clearly desperate, needing to make you come.

“I’m coming, oh fuck-” you cry out, your whole back arching upwards but Paige’s hand presses you down as her tongue keeps working you, drinking up all of it as you crash over the edge. The sounds coming out of you are muffled from how hard the climax hits you, seeing stars as Paige keeps lapping you up.

“Okay okay okay stop,” you whine pulling her hair, the sensation becoming too much too quickly as you come down. But Paige only grabs your wrists tightly in one of her large hands, pinning them together and holding them against your stomach.

“I’m not fucking done,” Paige says directly into your pussy, not slowing down for a second. You try everything, squirming, pulling your hands free, but it was useless. She was way too strong, and clearly wanted you way too much to give in to your whining.

“Paige please,” you cry, eyes welling up again as the tip of her tongue moves back and forth at an accelerating speed.

“You’re not done till I say so,” Paige commands and from the tone of her voice you know - there’s no fighting if she had decided to have you.

“‘S too much.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Suddenly Paige has you flipped over, pressed against the soft armrest of the couch. Her strong hand quickly wraps around your hair and yanks on it, pulling your back flush against her exposed front.

“You want those shoes huh?” She asks with her lips pressed against your ear, a slight sadistic tone in your voice.

“Yes,” you answer weakly.

“Gotta earn it,” Paige says, kissing your neck before pushing you down by your hair till you’re bent over the armrest, ass high up in the air. Paige’s hands grip onto your ass and spread you wide open before you feel her tongue lick against your folds once, twice, until she dives and begins to lap you up even more hungry than before. 

“Oh fuck!” You gasp, completely forgetting about the thin walls and the poor neighbours next door. Nothing in this moment mattered except you, Paige and her plump lips sucking on your clit, still holding you wide open for her.

“Fucking love this pussy,” Paige groans, lips and mouth working hard, getting covered in a mixture of your mess and her spit. It’s simultaneously too much and so fucking hot, the way she’s eating you from behind, the way her nose is pressing against your entrance, rubbing against it teasingly.

Suddenly your pussy is throbbing around nothing, and it’s like the blonde can tell because next thing you know you feel a sudden stretch inside you. The toy from earlier suddenly pounds into you, making you gasp.

“Ohhhhhh shit P-” you can’t even form full sentences, the sudden sensation and the speed which Paige is fucking the dildo in and out of you with making you let out a cry louder than before.

“Ohh fuck ma, perfect pussy I swear,” Paige groans, pulling herself back to fuck the toy into you with more force, watching the way you’re getting stretched out. 

“‘S too big,” you cry, reaching back to push the blonde’s hands away. She grabs your wrists, holding both in one hand with ease and pinning them against your back.

“Don’t push me away,” she asserts, somehow finding a new angle as you crash flat against the armrest, making you take it even deeper. You could swear she’s in your guts now, and the loud squelching sounds your soaked cunt is making is only making your mind spin more.

Your whole body’s shaking as your front presses against the soft cushions of the couch, Paige pinning you down by your wrists as she keeps fucking into you. Your juices are everywhere, on the couch, on Paige’s face and hands, gushing out of you around the toy. 

“You gonna cum on this cock?” Paige asks, her voice hoarse with arousal. 

“Mmph-” you moan, face buried into the armrest. The blonde lets go of your wrists and smacks your ass, gripping it tight to fuck the toy even deeper, impossibly so.

“Answer me baby,” she groans, increasing her speed, the tip hitting the right spot each time to make you clench and throb so hard you could barely think.

“Yes yes yes ‘m gonna come fuck,” you cry, grabbing the cushions of the couch desperately.

“Yeah, you gonna cum for me just to get some shoes?” Paige sadistically says, kneading your ass. The wet sounds are becoming louder, your mess dripping everywhere.

“Yes Paige, please please please!” 

“Perfect girl, perfect fucking pussy huh? Letting me fuck your shit up just like this?” 

“Yes, please P-”

“Cum for me.”

She’s killing your shit, toy pounding into your guts. The stretch is so intense your eyes roll back involuntarily, and a loud whimper leaves your body as your pussy clenches around the toy, finally releasing and letting your climax wash over.

Paige is talking you through it, you’re pretty sure. But you can’t hear over your own moans, over the sounds coming from your body, over the way you felt like you might black out. Every muscle in your body is on fire, fingers gripping anything they could find. Next thing you’re being carried into your bedroom, Paige laying you down gently on your back and climbing next to you.

Finally your eyes flutter open as the blonde pulls you into her chest.

“What happened?” you murmur, and Paige chuckles.

“Just made you cum a lil too hard I think,” she laughs and kisses your forehead. Her hands are playing with the ends of your hair, stroking your arms and back, grounding you.

“Did so good for me,” the blonde coos, kissing your lips softly. You could still taste yourself on her. “You okay?”

You nod. All your muscles ache and the strain had made you exhausted, but that definitely made up for all the time Paige had spent away from you in the past weeks.

“That was hot,” you admit, which makes the blonde let out a loving giggle.

“Not you saying that, hottest thing we ever did I swear,” Paige praises, pressing kisses on top of your head again. “Let me go run you a bath baby.”

But as she moves you wrap your arms tighter around her waist, pulling her closer with all the strength you had left. 

“A little longer,” you whisper against her sticky skin. Paige couldn’t dream of leaving you alone, not like this, not when you sound like that - all of it makes her bend to your every whim, she couldn’t help it.

“Okay, a little longer,” she repeats. 

“And you’re ordering those shoes now,” you command, a slight shake to your voice from the prior activities.

“Deal.”

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