#fortnite smut

[rorichuu]

☆ MIDAS x TROPHY-WIFE!READER ☆

trophy wife definition — a young, attractive woman who is the wife of a rich and successful older person and acts as a symbol of the person's social position.

┆rori's note: been MEANING to write for midas... this also ties in with jealous!midas as well... i hope i wrote him how you guys expected :) also here is what i think his voice sounds like, either that or matthew mercer (leon kennedy va) 😩

┆disclaimer/tags: ♯ smutty , more modern . . . you two are at an exceptionally boring party and midas takes you away from keeping appearances. ୨୧ˊˊ

Your fingertips held the glass gently in your hand, allowing the sparkle of the champagne to invite your empty gaze. You let out a small sigh, lifting the glass to meet your lips as you took a long sip.

You loved your husband, and these parties and events highlighted his successes and rich opportunities to grander prospects... but the small talk and side-eye gaze from other women was enough to slowly kill you. Your lip pouted as you slumped in your seat, the crackle of the fireplace being the only centering element in the room thus far until a hint of gold captured you, eyes flickering over to your husband with a knowing smile.

Midas had worn a suit, much more formal than he would have preferred... but he knew what these events took. You noticed he had given his final remarks before parting, approaching you. Midas took place behind you, each hand resting on either side of your chair as he leaned above you. "Hello, my love," he murmured in a low rumble, his voice hinting at exhaustion from the socialization... but he always made time to speak with you. "Quite exciting over here, isn't it?" He spoke sarcastically, making you roll your eyes and gently slap his arm.

"Just riveting," you spoke back, the both of you shooting back snarky remarks. Midas lifted his hands from the chair, walking to the side of you before gently caressing the nape of your neck. You shivered. "I'm tired of sitting pretty." You spoke as politely as you could, knowing your status was purely to make Midas look good... though, he denied it through his sincere devotion to you.

"Can't be too tiring if you're lovely all the time." he gave a soft smile before breaking his gaze from you, eyes scanning the party. Everyone seemed well-occupied, chatting over fine platters and tipsy cocktails. A sigh left him, chest rising and falling noticeably.

You kept your gaze on him, pouting before leaning more into his touch. "Do we have to stay?" You asked, voice hushed but loud enough for only Midas to hear. A smirk flickered over his lips as he looked down at you, his expression almost condescending.

"Why? Can't take another hour?" Midas knew his effect of teasing you, hand still caressing the nape of your neck as you nodded. He hummed in response, parting his gaze from you once more to look over the party. "A moment, my love." His hand parted from you before it slid down your arm, lifting your hand to gently kiss your knuckles... and before you knew it, your husband was gone.

You groaned, frustrated at his empty words as you leaned against the palm of your hand... not too long after, you rose from your seat and approached a table. If you were going to stay for a little while longer, you figured you could make the most of it.

Giving a small smile, a taller—quite attractive—man shared a table with you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, I presume?" He spoke, voice full of uncertainty... you nodded. "Was wondering what an angel like you was doing at a party like this." A chuckle escaped him as you laughed back, cocking your hip out as you leaned against the table now. Advantage taken.

"Angel? You flatter," Tongue laced with false flirtation and interest, you continued the conversation... hoping you could speak loud enough for your husband to hear. "You must be? Ren, right?" You asked in question, observing his egotistical written name in his coat.

"Correct," he spoke, crossing his arms with a smirk. You felt a certain disgust rise up in your throat, but you choked it down... whatever you could do to get back at your husband and leave.

"I've heard of you," you spoke, a smile approaching your lips to appear as innocent as you could. You leaned up, pointing at him with your glass. "You worked for my husband a while back!" You beamed.

Before you could notice, Midas' ears pricked up, scanning the room for your face once more. His gaze darkened once he found you talking to another man; flirting with another man. He noticed it in the way you leaned in, your hand grazing the lining of his coat, the cock of your hip... his heart raced with an all-familiar fury. Midas was quick to excuse himself from his current conversation, his exit replaced with a hushed inquiry from his guests.

The sound of your husband's footsteps was enough to send shivers down your spine, your eyes widened a bit as his hand immediately found the small of your back. "Evening," he spoke, poisonous. You looked up at him, he wore a fake smile with an even faker tone. Bingo.

Ren froze up, a smile forced on his lips as he nodded his head in response. "Midas," his voice dropped to something more formal, stiffening his posture before placing his half-finished drink down and stole a glance at his watch. "Quite the party... but I’m afraid I must leave." He gave a quick smile before brushing down his coat.

"Yes, you must." His command ruled over Ren's decision, Midas' gaze boring into his before rushing out the door... what reputations do to a man.

Before you could react, Midas' hand fell from your back to your hips, tightening his grip before you could slip away. "Not so fast," he whispered, causing you to sigh and straighten your posture, avoiding his gaze. Midas continued to guide you with his arm wrapped around your waist, disappearing beyond a wall and away from the others. "What was that?" He looked down at you, watching as you fumbled and played with your fingers.

"We were just talking," you whispered, feigning innocence with that pretty little voice of yours. “I can sit pretty but can’t have a conversation?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, raising a brow. Midas knew how you were acting, and he knew precisely how to straighten that out.

“Having a conversation is different than leaning over a table and running your hands over his chest,” His voice was low, eyes lidded over with something darker… you bit your lip as you leaned against the wall, pouting… but just when you began raising your hand towards his chest, he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t.” He warned. You tilted your head.

“Why not?” You shot back, furrowing your brows as Midas grabbed you by both if your wrists and pinned them above your head… his leg slotting perfectly between your thighs.

“Want to find out? You brought me this far, why not finish what you started?” Midas knew just how to bring you towards that tempting edge—you judged it by the thrum of your heart, the heat beating against your body as you shared hot breath. You let out a small whimper, biting your lip. Midas smirked, brushing nose-to-nose as his lips barely grazed yours. “Sounds like it.” Before you could properly think, your lips clashed with his, your husband letting out a small groan… you had him wrapped around your pretty finger.

The two of you were barely hidden behind a wall on the way to the upstairs story… thankfully, no one was impolite enough to snoop beyond the corridor. Midas was fit perfectly between you, one leg rubbed against your inner thigh as you rubbed down against him… he noticed this, parting from your glossed lips as you let out a small gasp for air. Midas was just as drunk off of you as you were on him.

“Quiet,” He demanded, locking eyes with you as his fingertips grazed your hip and further down your black dress. Your husband’s hand was held dangerously close to your panties, the pool of arousal coating his fingers with one swift movement. You hiccup, a low chuckle leaving his throat. “Angel. Quiet.” You bit your lip, nodding obediently as he nodded with you… that small gesture of praise enough to send you over.

Midas’ hands continued to explore the thin fabric beneath your dress, rubbing your clothed pussy with his thumb as he towered over you. His touch was intoxicating, the hush of the party just a wall yonder exciting you as you arched your back slightly. Your husband smiled, pleased with your expression alone. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” Upon hearing his praise, you whimpered in response, bliss washing over you as his hand move up to slip two fingers in your panty line. As his linked fingers held the fabric, he slowly motioned downward, on his knees as he kept eye contact with you. You were now completely exposed to him.

You squirmed, hips swaying before his hands gripped your hips. “Shh.” You knew your husband too well to not notice the risks he takes… this being one of them.

Letting the fabric fall down to your feet, his hands ran up your sides to grip your hips, breaking eye contact as his tongue slithered between your folds. Threatening to make noise, you held a hand at your lips, eyes shut closed as you pushed your hips closer to his mouth. Midas took that as invitation as his tongue ran circles around your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp. Midas’ hand massaged just above your hip, his silent moans muffled by your cunt… the coldness of the gold that painted his hands caused you to shiver.

You soon felt his right hand slowly fall from your hip, the other one stabilizing you while the other found your entrance… furthermore, he began to tease you as his middle finger slowly pushed in and out, causing you to whine. “F…fuck, Midas, just…” you begged, voice hardly audible and cracked. Midas hummed in response, knowing just what his wife wanted.

Your chest hiccuped once his two fingers began to work you open, his tongue busy lapping at your clit while you depended on him to keep your balance. His pace began to quicken, the heat blooming at your stomach began to knot up… your hips bucked against him, causing Midas to smile while he worked up the pace. Your head dropped, your hair falling in front of your face as tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

Your hand was laced in his hair, gripping it with a fistful as he moaned against you… the feeling of your pleasure against his tongue and the pain of your touch enough to drive him dizzy.

Your dress was rolled up against the top of your thighs, Midas’ own doing from his wandering hands… he needed to feel you, all of you… and the way he sucked and kissed your puffy cunt you was enough evidence to show.

Your chest rose and fell, your breath quickening while your husband’s hands slowed and accelerated at your misery… your hand began to fall from your lips, a moan slipping, causing Midas to groan in response… your back arched as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, releasing as he drank every last drop of your arousal.

Drunk off of your pleasure, you let out a small whimper, head dropping to look your darling husband in the eye. His mouth parted from between your legs, saliva and your release coating his nose and mouth making you flush. Midas let out a low chuckle, a smug smile painted across his face as he licked his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled, lifting from his knees before his hand hooked beneath your chin, kissing you to get a taste of your own. It was slow and passionate, and your taste alone was enough to feel the returning pulse between your legs. Your husband broke away from the kiss, his tongue sliding over your lip. “Do you forgive me?” He asked, a hint of sincerity laced with his words despite his sarcastic manner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Gonna take more than that.” You spoke, Midas taking the dark look in your eyes as a challenge… you let out a small gasp as your husband hooked his arms beneath your knees, lifting you bridal style as he began to walk upstairs. “What are you doing?” Disbelief changing your once blissed expression, yet Midas shrugged, despite the booming party below them.

“You said you wanted more, doll…”

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rorichuu!

[crimsonbubble]

Ok you wanna know my horny thoughts? I want Midas Fortnite to turn my insides golden. I just know the tip is gold. I have needed him carnally since I first saw him. One chance Midas please

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, creampies, office sex, light gun play *not proofread, just pure horny

[HES SO KLVFDNSUOGVSH IM GONNA SHAKE HIM LIKE A MARRACA]

It didn't feel real.

Your mind is too floaty to understand the gravity of your current situation fully. It's wet, hot and messy. Midas’ chest is heaving with each harsh intake of air, his golden hands resting on your hips.

Your knees have gone numb a while ago but it doesn't matter when Midas is the one who’s lifting and guiding your hips over his. Your arms are resting on his shoulders as Midas moves your hips for you.

His hands were cold, in contrast to your heated skin. His low groans were slowly turning into laboured moans muffled against your neck. His office was the best and the worst spot to have sex, but his desires got the better of him.

He can’t help himself when you’re prancing around in your fitted clothes, moving from one task to another like it was nothing. His lips found yours again, swallowing down each hiccuped moan you let out. You helplessly grind yourself into him, shuddering as his tip presses into your sweet spots.

Midas grunts, standing up abruptly. He places you on his desk after swiping the papers off of it. His hands clutch at your thighs, holding you open as he relentlessly thrusts his aching cock into your tight heat.

You blindly hold onto the edge of his desk, letting him push and pull you to his whims. With a harsh knock on his office door to interrupt the harsh sounds of skin on skin and moans, Midas lets out an annoyed groan.

Without missing a beat, he steadily takes the recoil from firing a bullet into his door. The bang made you jolt, clenching around his dick even tighter. Midas trails the now warm barrel of his gun down your body; from your cheek to your lips, to your neck and stomach, letting the nozzle of his pistol rest below your belly button.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. No one will bother us for a little while longer.”

[taedelta]

Pussy Drunk Midas drabble!!!! because I am insane!!! And want him so bad

WARNINGS: 18+ only, p in v, breeding, cnc (reader says stuff ab not inside but also it's consensual just roleplay), dom/sub, power imbalance, f! reader

Midas has been fucking your poor little cunt for the past, god had it been an hour already? His cock head was spearing into your cervix, the pain being masked by the pleasure of him dragging along your g-spot.

Your arms were so fucking sore, hands tied behind your back as midas was quite literally pounding into you. Your face was smashed against the pillow, tears and drool staining it.

"Such a nice little fuck toy, god the Agency was so good for transferring you to this location," cold, gold coated hands roughly dig into your hips as Midas continues to sloppily fuck your cunt.

You hear Midas chuckle, before he takes your knees and lays you flat on your stomach, and then proceeds to mount you, guiding his already slick cock straight back into your hole.

He's somehow now instead grinding continuously against your g-spot, his balls slapping against your slick clit and providing a delicious yet almost not enough amount of stimulation on the sweet little bundle of nerves.

Midas' hands now grab the fat of your ass, pulling them apart so he can see how his cock keeps filling you over and over again. You're practically deranged with how well he's filling you, his cock hitting every single angle just right, and with the new position his cock is kissing your cervix now, not spearing into it.

Some sex addled part of your brain is a little sad about it, if you were still in your previous position, his cum would flow directly into your womb, making you oh so nice and full of your bosses seed and maybe even getting you knocked up.

The reasonable part of your brain pushes that out, however. You're deliriously crying, the pleasure becoming almost too much while he's still wildly rutting into you.

A somewhat depraved chuckle leaves Midas, and he's now fucking you even faster and harder, and you glance back at him to see a wild smirk on his face as he ruts into you.

He leans over, just hovering above your ear. "Oh I'm gonna fill this sweet cunt up, wouldn't that make you so happy? So swollen with my kids, everyone will know your pussy belongs to me, they'll know how good your boss breeds you, keep fucking this tight hole until you can't take it anymore. Maybe I'll use you as my little housewife, god think of cute you'd look in a little apron with nothing under," he's rambling now, thrusts becoming so sloppy and fast you're becoming out of breath from the sheer force he's using.

"F-fuck Midas..." you're so desperately trying to whimper out a protest, god he's your boss for fucks sake, you can't let him of all people knock you up! "Midas... pull out, can't cum insi-"

You're quickly cut off by him biting into your neck harshly and rutting into your wet heat, loud pounding of his pelvis hitting your ass blocking out any protests.

"Oh you stupid bitch, you think you get a say? This pussy of yours is mine, and I decide where I cum, and it just so happens I wanna fill this pussy up day and night, make you such a good little cum hole for me,"

You gasp, feeling his thrusts speed up as he maneuvers a hand underneath you both, his fingers furiously rubbing at your clit.

"When I cum inside of you, you're gonna cum with me, let me feel your cunt milk my cock and beg to be bred like the little slut you are for me,"

Those words shouldn't turn you ok, you should be disgusted, mortified even, but the white hot flash of your orgasm proves you couldn't care less. You hear a loud groan behind you before the sticky substance of Midas' cum is filling you to the brim, the tip of his cock pressed right into your cervix and shooting his seed directly into your womb.

As you both come down from your highs, Midas lays on top of you and gives you a sweet peck to the side of your face.

"You okay? That was pretty intense," he asks, checking in on you. You deliriously smile up at him, giggling a bit.

"We might need to go again, just to make sure it takes, Sir."

[fortnite-smekcannons]

Montague has probably done porn before (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

[luvlyycy]

orrghhhh daigoo..

nasty bitch.

you're drooling, eyes crossed just because of how fucking good his dick feels— its churning your insides, legs shaking as he fucks up into your cunt.

"mmnghh— fuuuckk— daiigoo, i'm g'nna cum againn." you whine and he simply huffs— "cum."

its a simple command really, but to a whore like you— it must mean fucking everything.

[qzbc]

we fucking w the ringtone??

[st9rnb]

ֹ ₊ @st9rnb presents.. 𐔌 games

the only sounds in the dimly lit room were matts hands quickly moving against the controller and the soft rain hitting the window, as you lay in bed nestled comfortably, scrolling through pinterest

you look up at matt, watching his fingers move against the buttons, the harsh light of the pc making you squint as it illuminates the room. matt makes a loud groan at someone shooting him in the game, you completely forgetting he’s playing as his groan gets sent straight down.

as matt plays you feel a wet patch in your panties, squirming under the bed covers. matts blue eyes watch the screen, leaning back against the gaming chair, his eye bags prominent.

you slowly untangle yourself from the bedsheets, your feet touching the floor as you quietly crawl out of bed and towards matt.

you wrap your arm around matt’s neck, fingers touching his soft skin and inching them up to his soft brown curls. he continues moving his fingers against the buttons.

you slowly sink yourself onto his lap, moving to the right to give him room to see the bright screen. “hi baby..” his husky voice whispers, arms immediately wrapping around your waist.

whimpers and gasps fell from your plump lips as your hips rock against matts, hands roaming around your body, your eyes half-lidded as you slowly bounce up and down against his lap.

you lean your head into his shoulder, hearing the soft groans fall from his lips, his hands gripping your hips to help you steadily keep your rhythm.

he moves his head, closing your mouths together, biting his teeth on your bottom lip causing you to whine, your clit bumping against his dick, a moan erupting from your mouth.

matt lets out a quiet whimper, his hips stuttering as he gets more desperate for release. you pant against him tugging his soft hair through your fingers.

your clit hitting his swollen tip repeatedly “f-fuck-“ matt whines.

“c-close” you let out, matts fingers digging into your hips as his mouth hangs open as pretty noises fall past your lips.

matts face twisted with pleasure, breath ragged and heavy, with one last slam over his cock, you let out a loud moan, sending him over the edge.

with a loud cry his hips thrust up into your warm walls, his body pulsing around them as liquid squirts up into the condom. you following after him. leaving you both on his gaming chair, tired, skin to skin.

first blurb hope you enjoyed, feel free to tell me if theres any typos ! - brook ֹ ₊ ꒱

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Let me lick on your tattoos

Midas (fortnite) x (fem) reader

->SMUT

-> reader works for Ghost agency

-> 3k words

-> not proof read yet

You walked around the Agency. One of the many agents working under Midas and the Ghost organization. Your white suit hugged you beautifully. The accents of gold matched the Agencies aesthetic. 

Midas seemed to just love gold. As it was apparent by his hands and touch. You smirk as you remember the last incident with him. He had come back to his office after a long day. He always seemed so gruff and angry. 

The second you entered his office he sat up. He never wanted to be seen slouching. He didn’t want anyone seeing him in any way except vigilant. He needed to be known as a stone cold leader. 

The curse he was given now seemed to aid him in his missions. Easily just turning enemies to gold. Though he could somewhat control his power he longed to just be able to touch someone. 

It seemed while his agents trusted him he noticed none would ever touch him. Not even a brush on the shoulder.

Except you. 

You’d come in and grab the papers he handed you without hesitation. Hands brushing on his cold golden ones. 

He would hide his blush by turning away in his chair and dismissing you. 

He hadn’t had someone touch him since his late wife. That was long ago. 

Jules was off somewhere else. He wished her well. 

She would not like the idea of her father with some random agent he hired. 

Or would she?

He always found himself wanting to make her happy. She was the last thing he had to be happy over.

Till you.

Now every mission seemed like a death sentence. He would send you out and desperately wait for your radio back to make sure you were okay. 

He would never show that side. He came off as cold and aggravated half the time. 

A hot kind of anger.

You’d annoy him on purpose. Giving him attitude or telling him off when you knew you were right in an argument. 

You headed down past his office. Assuming he was leaning over his desk with his brows furrowed, hands clasped together deep in thought. That’s how he was always there.

Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to just be in there with him.

Not getting in trouble for some mishap on a mission. 

Just in there with him. 

Maybe you had to admit you had a slight attraction to your boss. 

He was quite handsome. 

His tie, slender build, cold demeanor and that scowl he wore on his face. 

Oh and those tattoos.

How you ached to see the ones under his uniform. 

Good thing the second you walked past he radioed you to come into his office. 

You obliged and turned back around. 

Heading back to his office and opening the door without knocking. 

How he got so annoyed at that. 

“Forgot to knock.” His deep voice hit your ears.

“Oops habit.” A smirk tugged at your lips as you sat in the chair in front of his desk. Legs crossing slowly. He watched you cross your legs, his one good eye taking you all in. Oh how he wanted to just shove you against the wall and fuck the attitude out of you. He fought back those thoughts and rolled his eyes at your response. God how he just wanted to press his lips to your moody ones. 

“You gonna stare at me or tell me why you need me in here?” Such a sassy response. He bit his lip slightly and held his hands together. He leaned over the desk a little, his eye cold. “I called you in here so I can ask you about the most recent mission. You thought it was a good idea to seduce the Shadow guard?” His voice seethed of anger and what else was that? Jealousy? 

“Hmm it was a good idea, he fell for that sweet talk and I just flashed him. Nothing bad.” You shrugged and leaned back in your chair. He scowled at the idea of you doing that. 

“That is outrageous for you to be doing out on missions! You are a sophisticated agent, you should not be going around flashing your breast to random enemy agents!” He slammed his fist against the desk. The part where his hand met the wood turning to gold. His anger was really showing. 

You simply smiled at him. Not affected by his anger. It turned you on more than it put you off. You saw how his nose and eyes scrunched in anger, his jaw clenched and his face turned slightly red. 

“Seems someones a little jealous that they weren’t the ones getting flashed.” You bit your lip and slowly slid your leg that was  crossed over down. Spreading your legs open a little. His eye instantly traveled down and then back up. 

“Why would I be jealous of that.” He eyed you suspiciously. You sat up a little bit and leaned over. 

“You just give me a lot of reasons to think that.” You statted matter of factly as you unbuttoned your blazers single button. Popping it off and sliding it behind you on the chair. Your hands traveled up to your white dress shirt collar. Undoing its button and then traveling down, just enough to expose your bra. 

His gaze traveled down to your chest. He bit his lip ever so slightly. He had a good way of showing he didn’t care on the outside but on the inside.. God his body was churning. He could feel himself hardening in his jeans. He looked you in the eyes. “I’m not jealous of that Shadow agent.” He stood up from his chair. His imprint in his jeans is noticeable. He didn’t care right now. He wanted to show you that he in fact did not give two shits about someone else seeing you in ways he longed for. 

His body loomed over you. His head titled just enough to show off some of his tattoos better. You bit your lip and pulled your bottom lip down with your pointer finger. “Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?” A teasing remark slipped through your lips. Soon enough you found his hand gripping your chin. He leaned down to your level slightly.

“I’m not happy to see you, I'm irritated by you.” He warned in a low whisper. His lips were close to your ear and it was honestly so hot. To hear his voice even lower, your eyes flicked down to his crotch. Seemed like he was enjoying being this close to you. No matter what he says.

“Oh I'm so sorry that I irritated you.” Your hot breath hit his neck. He instinctively leaned closer. Wanting no longing for you to take this further. Despite what he says. He would deny deny deny but he truly wanted you. 

“Perhaps I could.. Irritate you more.” You kissed his jawline and slid off your dress shirt. “Unclasp my bra, I know you want to.” He groaned, the small kiss on his jawline had made him increasingly hard on worse. He gave in and unclasped your bra. “I’m doing it so you’ll leave me alone.” He lied, he wanted to see you. He wanted you. Simple as that. 

If exploring your body was a mission he would be the first one to jump on board. 

“Okay yeah, sure boss.” You hummed in fake agreement as he let himself take in your naked top half. 

God he just wanted to get these tight ass jeans off and feel any part of you around his dick. He didn’t care if it was your mouth, hands, or pussy. He just wanted you. In any way you’d let him have you. 

“Fuck you.” He groaned out as he watched you jiggle your breast. 

“Oh you wanna fuck me? You really know how to get to the point huh?” You bite your lip, tugging him closer by grabbing his tie. “Admit it Midas.. You want me. Don’t lie. It’s just me and you. No one is going to judge you for giving in. Showing a little.. Affection.” Your eyes flicked down to your lips; voice laced with lust. 

“You really are the observant agent huh?” He gave in slightly running his cold golden hands across your exposed breast. You moaned slightly as the coldness of his hand touched your nipples. He felt his body react to your noises. He himself let out a low grunt.

“You better pray that no one walks in, or your ass is in trouble.” He sneered in your ear as he picked you up. The quick sweep off your feet made you giggle slightly. 

“Oh ya? My ass is in trouble? You're gonna spank it or something.” You quipped back running a hand through his hair as he shoved things off his desk to set you down. 

“Something like that.” He nodded and grabbed your knees. Spreading your legs apart and pulling you to the edge of the table. 

He put himself between your legs and pressed his hard on up to your core. 

“Oh ya, you seem very irritated by me.” You teased and he groaned in annoyance as well as pleasure. 

“Shut up or I’ll make you shut up.” He growled in your ear. 

“How are you gonna make me?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes fluttering as you asked. 

“Either I'm gonna shove my dick in your mouth or I'll kiss you so hard it bruises your lips.” He breathed on your neck, teasing you with his hot and drawn out breaths. 

“I think I like both options..” You snickered and ran your left hand up the back of his neck into his hair. He shook slightly as you ran your hand through his hair. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long..” You leaned in closer. Kissing his neck and licking over the lines of his tattoos. Following the designs with your tongue. You had never heard a man moan so slowly as him. 

“Fuck.. you’re such a damn tease.” He breathed out as his body shook from your licks and kisses on his neck. “I love your tattoos.” You said between kisses on his neck. Leaving a few hickeys. “Oops..maybe we should take off your vest and shirt.. I’d love to see all your tattoos.” You leaned back from kissing his neck. You wanted to know what the tattoos looked like fully on him. 

His response was a low moan, his head rolling back. Your hands ran down his vest and unbuttoned it. Sliding it off him in one quick motion. He was like a rag doll. 

Moving with your motions; not protesting at all.

Then his tie was off.

You took your time unbuttoning his shirt. Tattoo after tattoo coming into view. You took in every one mentally drawing out routes for your tongue to take over the patterns. You didn’t even notice how he watched you gaze at his body. Once his shirt was finally off he stood only in his dress pants. A sight to see. The outline of his dick was almost screaming to be released from its prison. 

“Fuck.. “ He whimpered.

You bit your lip gripping his chin. He looked down at you, from the angle his head was at his eyes had that pissed off look. The one that screamed: you better watch what you do. 

“Don’t give me that look, you can say you like this. You’ve made enough noises for me to know.” You teased in such a seductive tone he almost just gave in. Dropped the demeanor of trying to keep his dignity. 

Your hands traced over his shirtless body now. Fingers tracing over every line and loop of the ink that painted his body. You wondered how much pain tolerance he had. Must not be much if he can’t stand the boner in his pants for longer than 5 minutes. 

You pushed him back gently, hopping off the desk. His eyes watched as your breast jiggled from the slight jump.

You smiled up at him and looked at his chest. You kissed his shoulder. He closed his eyes as your lips traced down to his chest. You licked over his inked skin. Following the lines of the tattooed wings. Gliding your tongue over his nipples a few times to tease him. Moans escaped his lips a few times. The way you glided your tongue over him and bent down slowly. Getting lower and lower.. Fuck you were good. 

The lines of his tattoos stopped right at the him of his dress pants. You looked up at him with a teasing smile. His response was an eye roll and a lip bite. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me too.” You said it so sweetly, going to get up from the ground. 

“Fuck, just suck it.” He demanded unbuckling his belt in annoyance. Not at you but himself. He sighed a little as his belt released some of the pressure on his dick. You shook your head with a smirk. Going back down and sliding his pants to his dress shoes. 

“Oh I think I'll have fun sucking it.” Your tone was soiled with lust. You could feel yourself growing even wetter. 

You palmed him through his boxers, those beautiful moans of his escaping his lips without hesitation this time. “Don’t fucking tease or I’m just gonna fucking shove it in your mouth.” He warned, his voice sounded almost deadly. 

“Yes sir.” Your said submissively sliding off his boxers quickly. Watching as his dick sprung up. You got to work. Taking him in your mouth. Going slow to antagonize him at first. His response? Gripping your hair and shoving himself fully in your mouth. You gagged slightly but took it. After he let go you continued at a faster pace. Taking whatever you couldn’t reach with your mouth with your hand. His moans filled the office so loud it wouldn’t surprise you if the whole agency heard. 

Before you could feel the warmth of his cum in your mouth he pulled you off. “Get on the desk. Now.” He growled in such a low demanding voice you could feel yourself getting wetter every second. You sat back up on the desk. Legs spread slightly. He kicked off his shoes then his pants. Walking up to you. Sliding off your pants so fast you almost forgot you had them off. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to go on any missions for a week.” He whispered in your ear as he got closer to you. Lining himself up with your entrance before sliding in. Despite his current threat of fucking you so hard, he slid in slowly. Letting you get used to the feeling of his dick in you. 

“You gonna fuck me hard or fuck me like i’m your new virgin girl friend?” You teased grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. He grunted and slammed his hips into you. You moaned, leaning your head back before getting used to the slams. He kept up the fast pace letting out his own moans and groans. Your tongue found his neck tattoos all too quickly. Tracing over the designs. Your teeth leaving sweet love bites all over. 

“You’re so fucking.. Fuck.. I’d turn anyone into gold for you.” His voice shook in your ear. He was sweating and grabbing you so hard. “Oh yeah? Would you do anything for me baby?” You asked as you leaned closer to his face. He opened his eyes and looked at you. 

“I’d do anything for you, baby.” He offered the pet name back. You laughed quietly and kissed him softly. Countering the rough pace he was going.

You two shared a sweet and soft kiss, as the feeling of his dick ramming into you was also present. He loved how soft your lips were. How you let a few moans slip out allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. 

Your tongues danced around each other before he pulled away. Letting out a low moan: a warning of the orgasm he was about to hit. You too let out a soft moan. He slid his cold golden hand down. Circling your clit with his pointer finger, urging you to cum. With each circle you felt yourself getting closer and closer. 

“Cum with me baby, just let it out.” He groaned his request into your ear, with that you felt your self com undone. As you hit your climax a second later he hit his. The warm cum filled you to the brim, he didn’t pull out right away. He sat for a second catching his breath. He looked even hotter here. Your arms had wrapped around his shoulders, his hair sweaty and messed up, eyes droopy from finally hitting his biggest high. 

“You were so good..Maybe i’ll put down a special mission for you to just come in here and-” 

“I’d like that.” you cut him off giving him a kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed back pulling out of you after it ended. 

He walked off to get some tissues to clean you and himself up. Afterwards you stumbled to the door. He rushed over. His tie was crooked and your suit was all wrinkled. Neither of you cared. He helped you down to your room in the upper end of the agency. 

“I’ll see you later, baby.” He flashed a genuine smile before walking out. Your heart skipped a beat. He never smiled.

[rui-xyz]

『Make Your Dreams Come True』⇝♡

⭒Alt. title: normal call gone booty :000

⭒Synopsis: Gojo's flirting with you over the phone, as usual, when you suddenly ask him to come over...

⭒Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, subby satoru ml, reader and Gojo are both switchy tho, afab!reader, fingering, dick riding, not clearly stated that reader/gojo are virgins but you can imagine it, reader/gojo are best friends at the start, lots of the word "baby", implied fortnite (I'm probably missing stuff but oh well)

⭒Setting: Juju high Satoru but aged up ykyk cuz his sunglasses are so mmf

⭒Notes: first post but I'm considering making this a series HELP

You and Satoru happened to be playing games together, as usual when you weren't on missions or doing schoolwork. You adjusted your headphones slightly, feeling the growing head discomfort from wearing them too long. It was worth it for Satoru, however, since he never ceased to make you laugh.

"Why would you run so far off, dude, you're gonna get sniped," you sighed, seeing how far away he was on the map.

"Pfft, I'll be fine, worry about yourself, you're one-tap."

"Maybe if my teammate decided to come help me I wouldn't be."

"You're jus' sayin' that cause you miss me."

This was the usual back-and-forth until one of you got ambushed or something. The normal flirting from Satoru while you shrugged it off with a chuckle. Though, you'd been playing for hours now, and tiredness was creeping into your skull, knocking down the filters of brain and speech one by one.

"Yeah, miss you a lot," you murmured, meaning to sound teasing. It came out all too genuine. "Wish you would come save me, Satoru."

You listened to the clacking of his keyboard, faint over your headphones. Satoru's silence made it all too easy to hear the lull in his playing, the quick pause and pickup. You looked at the map, knowing exactly what it meant. Sure enough, his ping was high-tailing it towards yours. You chuckled to yourself, feeling warmth in your chest. What a hero.

"Something funny?"

"No, no, you're just down bad for me is all," you spoke slyly.

"As if I try to hide it."

"Y'know, I reread our chats when I want an ego boost."

"You serious?" He snickered.

"Yeah. All the times you've called me gorgeous and told me I had a nice ass..."

"Wait, waitwaitwait-"

You heard the clacking of his keyboard stop entirely. Pausing, you realized and looked at your phone, tapping into your messenger. His typing bubble was up, as expected. You continued walking towards him in the game as you waited for his message to come up.

"Ok, there."

You turned to your phone and deadpanned.

S͟a͟t͟o͟r͟u͟u͟u͟u͟u͟ ͟🥺͟️͟🥺͟️͟:͟

Beautiful tits

And rack

You shook your head and hastily typed back 'nice cock' before picking up where you were. You heard his phone go off, a few seconds go by, then his seductive voice spoke to you again.

"Wanna see it, baby?"

"Bet."

He breathed out a laugh and you continued playing, occasionally speaking your mind a bit too much from grogginess. The sleep deprivation had started to show in your voice, though.

"You tired or something? Need a sleebge?"

"Yuh, I'm eepy," you yawned, rubbing one of your eyes. "But let's just finish this match."

"We're gonna lose if you're nodding off while you're getting cracked. Might as well quit while we're ahead."

"Ugh, that phrase. You sound like, fuckin', me." You cringed at your own phrasing, letting out another yawn.

"I wish I was fuckin' you."

After the moment it took your mind to register the words, you felt a response roll off of your tongue faster than you knew it was even there.

"Then come over."

You heard the usual chuckle that you and Satoru would share after something like that snake through your headphones. When you didn't join in, there was a pause.

"Are you... serious?"

A moment. A single moment was all it took in your tired mind to commit to this idea of yours.

"Did it sound like a joke, Satoru?"

You could hear his speechlessness, you could tell he was floundering like a fish right now, his keyboard, his screen, the whole match left completely forgotten. Once you'd had enough of the silence, you spoke to him again.

"I'm absolutely for real right now. Door's unlocked...

Lemme make your dreams come true."

"Ffffffuck."

You watched on your screen as a popup appeared. "THE_honored1 has disconnected." With a smile, you left the call, pulled off your headphones to let your ears breathe. You had just finished standing and stretching when there was a soft knock on your door. So uncharacteristic of Satoru.

You quickly checked your clothes and hair, just to make sure you didn't look like an absolute slob who had been in their gaming chair all day. Oh well, Satoru probably wasn't too far off from that himself.

You opened the door, only to find your friend was completely quiet, barely able to meet your eyes, though it seemed like he couldn't look away from them either. With a friendly smile, you stepped out of the way and motioned for him to enter. He stepped past you, hands in his pockets. You closed and locked the door behind him, then turned around just in time to feel an arm wrap around the small of your back and a hand gently grab your chin.

"I need to know..." He paused, taking a breath. He was basically panting, hot breath ghosting over you with each exhale. "I need to know right now... if you really meant it."

"Every word."

"You still do?"

"Of course."

At that, the hand under your chin pulled your face to his and his lips crashed into yours. You could feel him trembling as your arms wrapped over his shoulders, and you could feel his heart racing, beating right out of every artery in his body.

He felt sparks, fireworks, the whole nine yards, as he kissed you. His whole body seemed to stall like an old car as soon as his lips touched yours. His brain turned to mush- no, melted. Reduced to a boiling soup in his skull. Because finally, finally he was kissing you.

'Girl of my dreams' wasn't how he would describe you, but he'd dreamed of you. He'd literally seen you in his slumbering mind, and wished he could do more than just the occasional flirting and borderline sexting. Satoru had been fantasizing about you for years, it felt like, ever since you'd reached that casual first-name basis. He wanted to know what it would really be like. If those fantasies could be recreated.

And when you kissed back, waking him from the sloshing pool his mind had become, he tugged you close, bodies flush. He felt your breasts squish against his chest, one of your hands cupping the side of his head just under his ear, and God did it make him lightheaded as all the blood in his slovenly brain ran south. He could feel his voice in the back of his throat, threatening to let out a moan with every exhale. He struggled to hold it back, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of you by acting like an animal in heat just from your kiss and your touch.

You couldn't say you weren't feeling anything yourself, though. You were sure that, without your bra, Satoru easily could've felt how your nipples were hardening, and your breath shook as one of his hands left your chin and sensually trailed down your side and up under your shirt. But, of course, these feelings weren't nearly as turbulent as Gojo's excitement and arousal, which were only hightened when your tongue slipped between his lips.

You softly leaned into him, tapping his leg with your foot to signal for him to move back. As you continued kissing him, you led him back to your bed, shoving him down to sit on the edge of it and finally letting your lips leave his. As you caught your breath, you crawled up onto him, straddling his lap. He looked up at you with eyes that screamed how bad he wanted you, panting heavily but still wanting more. Then, he chuckled.

"This isn't at all how I expected."

"Hmn?" You beckoned for him to explain, draping your arms over his shoulders and carding one hand into the hair at the base of his neck.

"It's all so backwards from how I pictured it. I always thought I would be the one to invite you over, run the show... be the one in charge, but fuck, I'm such a loser," he sighed out, trailing his hands over your waist and stomach under your shirt. To help him, you pulled it over your head and off, giving him better access and a nicer view.

"A loser? What, for having a girl on top of you?" You purred, trailing kisses along his cheek and jaw. "Please, there's at least a billion guys who'd sell their soul for that."

His voice and breathing trembled as he tilted his head to the side for you. "No, I mean... how I barely had the balls to even come over... Let alone ask you to."

"Trust me, baby, you can do anything if you're tired enough. Or if you're Satoru Gojo," you whispered, nibbling lightly on his ear. A shudder ran down his spine at that, and he felt like he could cum right then and there.

"Fuck... Keep talking like that and I won't last for shit."

"Yeah? And how do you think I feel when I'm touching myself to your messages, hmn?"

He let out a soft gasp as you ground your hips against his. His hands ran to your hips, gripping them and guiding them as they rolled.

"Saying I could last three minutes would be a generous estimate."

"God, you do that too?" He asked, voice coming out whiney. You let out a seductive chuckle that burned through his loins.

"Of course I do. Ego boost, remember?"

"You like when I call you gorgeous?" He sighed, feeling you throb against his crotch.

"Don't dislike it," you admitted. "You're pretty damn gorgeous yourself, though. Pretty boy Satoru."

He felt his rock solid cock twitch in his pants at your words, once again. He was doomed. His molten mind knew that, even as he helped you take his shirt off. And then your hands trailed down his chest and stomach, making him even dizzier.

"Don't think... I can take much more of this..." He admitted as your soft lips kissed down his shoulder. He could feel you smile against his skin.

"Hehe, awwwe, you close Satoru?" You giggled and gave a few harsh rolls of your hips, sending hot pleasure coursing through his lower half. He gasped, hands gripping you tightly.

"Fuck, fuck, Y/n, don't do that."

"Okay, baby, I think you've waited long a enough. Just how long, I wonder?"

It felt like his whole life. An eternity he'd waited for this, for the chance to watch you unbuckle his belt and tug his pants down and off of him, followed by you doing the same with your leggings. You crawled back on top of him, hovering over his thighs and holding his shoulder with one hand to steady yourself. Meanwhile, your other hand found its way into his boxers, and you could hear his breath hitch as your fingers wrapped around his length and slowly started stroking up and down.

"Y-you don't have to do that," he breathed out, a hand gripping your wrist. "Trust me, I'm as hard as I could get."

"Well, I should hope so. You're bigger than even I expected," you chuckled, stilling your hand and pulling it away.

He sighed softly and looked up at you through his pretty lashes with a smug look. "And what about you? Think you could take it? Think you're even ready to?"

You felt yourself clench on nothing at his words, feeling how intense his eyes were on yours. With a smile, you grabbed his hand and placed it at the waistband of your panties.

"Why don't you find out?"

His smile left his face, mouth opening as he took a breath. His eyes left yours to look at where his hand was, and his mind stalled only a moment before his fingers dipped under the fabric of your underwear and softly tugged them down.

He left them about halfway down your thighs and reached up to cup your sex. He drug a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were and suddenly wanting nothing more than to see how much pleasure he could bring you.

He continued pulling his finger forward until he found your clit, stopping to rub gentle circles against it. He heard a soft noise fall from your lips and watched your hips just barely twitch. God, did he want to turn you into a mess.

He looked up at you and your heated expression. "Can I...?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead," you spoke, sounding the least composed he'd heard you all night. Carefully, he slipped one of his fingers between your folds, stopping at a shallow depth and curling his finger to tease you.

"You want it all the way in?" He asked with a smirk on his face and a playful lilt to his voice. You bit your lip, lidding your eyes at him, and wrapped your hand back around his cock.

You watched his whole teasing nature melt away as his cock twitched in your hand, begging for friction. Silently surrendering, he pressed his finger deeper until your cunt reached the base of his finger. He felt around your insides, watching you squirm slightly.

"'S that feel alright?"

"Yeah, you're all good."

At that, he curled his finger forward finding your g spot and feeling your walls clench around him. He added another finger and prodded against that spot. Your hips rolled against his hand as a soft moan was pulled from your lungs. The moment he heard your voice make such a heavenly sound, he was hooked. He couldn't help but move his fingers faster, try to reach deeper, and softly rub his thumb against your clit.

"Satoru," you called, somewhere between a moan and a fond chuckle. You reached a hand up to cover your mouth, only for it to be stolen away and replaced by a greedy pair of lips, drinking in every soft moan you gave. It didn't take long from there to feel a coil tightening in your abdomen, and as you pulled away from Satoru's lips for air, you leaned into him, pressing your chest to his and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Y-you really want- hah- want me to cum now?" You asked making sure he was actually alright with that fact and not just lost without a thought.

"Fuck yes, baby. And I'll make it happen again when I'm inside you, mark my fuckin' words."

Hearing this, you felt your orgasm crash into you, making you stuff your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your sob. After all, two of your walls were shared with Shoko and Utahime, and you'd prefer that neither knew what was happening (particularly Utahime).

Once your orgasm had ended and you were catching your breath, you felt Satoru pull his fingers from his cunt, letting the cool air of the room touch your slick and make it embarrassingly obvious how wet you were. You pulled away from his shoulder and looked at him, finding he had two fingers in his mouth and a dreamy look in his eyes.

You tasted absolutely delicious. If he wasn't so painfully hard and losing patience, he'd have started eating you out right then and there, not stopping until you were barely lucid. God, how gorgeous you would look like that. But it'd have to wait for next time, and he'd make sure there was a next time.

"Need a break?" He asked softly, though it would pain him to hear you say yes.

"No, no, not after you've been waiting so nicely," you murmured, kissing across Satoru's face. As you did so, you took a hand off his shoulder and used it to tug your underwear all the way off. Once he realized what you were doing, he shifted around to tug his boxers down his own legs, leaving him completely bare under you. There was only one thing keeping you from being just the same.

"You gonna keep this on the whole time?" He asked slyly as he tugged at your bra strap.

"You want it off?"

"Wanna watch 'em bounce." He turned his eyes to yours, pausing your kissing. "You wanna keep it on?"

"Well, it's..." suddenly you looked the most flustered he'd seen you. Ever. Even when he was knuckles deep in your cunt, you'd kept some sort of stoic persona. But now, suddenly, even through the dark he could tell your face was red. "It's embarrassing..."

"Why's that?" He cooed, pulling you close so he could kiss along your shoulder.

"Whaddya mean, 'why-"

"I mean, it shouldn't be embarrassing around me. I worship you. It hasn't changed yet, why now?"

You thought through his words for a second, then sighed and grabbed both of his wrists, pulling them to your shoulder blades.

"...go ahead."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's like you said. Why not?"

He gave you a soft look and pressed an even softer kiss to your lips as he fumbled with the clasp of your bra. He unhooked it and carefully pulled it off of you, leaving you completely bare and with an urge to cover yourself as you felt your nipples harden even further with the cool air.

"'S okay, yeah?" He asked reassuringly, dropping his hands to your waist. When you nodded, he leaned forward and trailed kisses along your chest and both of your mounds. Your breath shook as you watched him and how his eyes would occasionally meet yours, making sure you knew how much he loved you and your body. After a bit more kissing, and some hickey-leving and groping, his lips lifted to meet yours, and his hands returned to his waist.

"You ready yet?" You sighed out, pulling your mouth from his.

"I've been ready for an hour, baby," he laughed, his enthusiasm returning.

"You sure?" You cooed playfully.

With a frustrated look on his face, you felt Satoru tug your hips down, pressing his cock against your folds. You bit your lip, feeling yourself throb and softly grind against him. He loosened his grip and you took that moment to lift yourself up enough for you to grab his length and line it up with your entrance.

You both exchanged a glance before he helped you ease down onto his cock, blissful sighs leaving both your throats. You felt Satoru whisper out his thousandth curse of the night and bury his face into the crook of your neck, letting out shaky whimpers as you continued to ease down.

"D-don't worry about- hah- t-taking it all..." he reassured, no longer helping you down - letting you go at your own pace.

"I can fit it," you murmur, continuing your careful decent down onto him.

"God, you're so hot inside. F-feels like I'm melting... All cause of me..."

You meant to chuckle, but it came out as more of a near-silent whimper as you sat down fully, feeling the tip of his cock kiss depths inside you that had never been reached before.

"You really did fit it all," he sighed out, an obvious smile on his face even though you couldn't see it. "You're a fucking angel."

He ran his tongue over several of the hickies he'd left along your neck and shoulder, all easy to hide, as per your request. You rested where you were, trying to get used to his length being the full way inside you.

"You alright?" He leaned back slightly, pulling your chin so you face him. "You're so quiet. You short-circuitting?"

You wiggled your hips and smiled at him, watching his lashes twitch as his eyes threatened to roll back at just that. "I could ask you the same thing," you purred between soft breaths. He leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist in a way that was hug-like. One of his hands reached down under one of your thighs and attempted to lift you up, but you stayed put, clenching your walls around him and hearing him let out a shaky breath.

"Can't wait, baby," he whimpered softly. "Can't wait. Please move."

Indulging his sweet, pathetic pleads, you lifted yourself up slowly and sat back down, the feeling of his tip ramming into a certain spot inside you making you clamp down on him once more. His arms tightened around you. "Shit," he let out a sobbing whisper.

"You're so shy right now, Satoru," you cooed, trying embarrassingly hard to keep your voice from cracking. "What happened to all the talk you give me over our calls?" With that, you slid yourself back up and down. The resulting sound that graced your ears was glorious. Right next to your ear, you heard the great Satoru Gojo squeak. So vulnerable.

You picked up these movements at a slow and steady pace, not wanting to overwhelm Satoru, but make him feel amazing. And amazing he felt, dizzy and with his soup-mind more than numb. His soft grunts told you that much.

Everytime his tip prodded against a sweet spot inside you, you wanted to slam yourself down onto him and feel it again, but you knew Satoru wouldn't last if you went too rough. Right now, his arms around your waist pulling you up and down told you what pace he wanted as he steadily pulled you faster. You slipped a hand up his neck and into his hair, tugging softly to hear more of his voice. As the speed mixed with pleasure started making it impossible to keep quiet, you pressed your mouth to the top of his head.

It was clear he knew he was hitting a good spot, as he kept angling his hips to reach that spot with every bounce. One of his hands reached down to rub at your clit and, in your mind, there was the thought that you might actually cum first.

"Fuuuck, I'm close," he whined out, and you could feel his hips twitching up in an attempt to meet your bounces. Between your moans, you whimpered out a "me too."

He started tugging your hips up and down faster, and his hips struggled to meet yours to ram into the very back of your cunt. You yelped the first time his tip slammed into that sweet spot, and hid your face in the side of his head, recalling your wall-mates.

It took barely 30 seconds for your orgasm to wash over you. At the last moment, Satoru grabbed your face and shoved his tongue down your throat, lapping up your orgasmic mewls and keeping you somewhat quiet. Your cunt squeezed his cock tight, and one more thrust did it for him, sending his eyes up and back into his skull as he saw white. Without a thought of hesitation, he pumped your insides full of his cum, orgasming harder than he'd ever felt in his life, and it only felt better at the thought of making you all his.

His lips still stuck to yours as you both attempted to catch your breath. He pulled away for a moment to look into your eyes, only to lean back in and give you a real kiss, making you whimper.

"I fucking love you, Y/n," he sighed out as he pulled away, looking back into your eyes with a gaze so genuine, it made you freeze. "This... this is a terrible way to ask, probably top 5 worst ways, but... will you be my girlfriend?"

You sighed out a laugh and pulled his lips back to yours, kissing him with a completely different intention now. "How could I say no to you, honey? Heh, and you called yourself a loser," you shook your head. "Would a loser be in this situation?"

He rolled his eyes at you and pecked you on the lips. You gave him a soft smile, but yelped as you felt him swing you around, tossing your back down onto the bed. Your mind caught up just in time to see him on top of you with a dopey smile on his face.

"So, Sweetheart, you wanna go again?"

BONUS: The Morning After

After spending the morning making sure that your legs still worked, your hickies were covered, and that no one was around to see Satoru leave your room, you met with your classmates as if it were any normal morning. It seemed like one too, as you greeted everyone, including Satoru. He'd waited for you to text him that everyone had already left, so he was the last one out.

"Morning, Sleepyhead," you waved.

"If I had known you would be so late, I would've came and woken you up myself," Geto sighed. You quietly thanked God that Geto didn't attempt to do that.

"Hey you guys," Shoko waved. You felt nervousness in your chest at how amused she seemed.

"Did you have fun last night?"

Your stomach dropped, and you slowly turned to Shoko, finding a smug look on her face. Geto look confused, but knew something was up when he saw the terrified stares of you and Satoru.

"What happened?"

"Nothing important," Satoru waved his hand dismissively with a sigh, but his face was red too.

"I'll tell ya later, " Shoko leaned over and whispered to Geto.

"What're you idiots making such a big deal about?" Utahime asked, looking at you and Satoru's expressions.

"Hey, Utahime, you didn't happen to hear any weird noises last night, didya?" Shoko asked, leaning around you to look at her.

"I did, actually. Around 11, I think. Why?"

"Nothing, just making sure I wasn't hallucinating or something," she brushed it off, continuing to smirk at you and Satoru. At that Utahime left with a suspicious look.

Geto suddenly put the pieces together, eyes widening. "Wait. You two..."

Shoko nodded with a knowing 'mhm'.

With a look over his shoulder to make sure that Utahime was really gone and Mei Mei wasn't looking, Satoru reached over and tugged your collar to the side, displaying a blue hickey. You slapped his hand away, looking at him with a beat red face.

"Satoru!" You gasped.

"Oh, we're dating, by the way." He spoke coolly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Took you long enough," Geto rolled his eyes.

"I told you, man, I had a plan this whole time."

"Last I checked, that wasn't at all the plan."

"Well, I had to make some... situational changes."

You, Geto, and Shoko all deadpanned at his bullshittery.

"Okay, look, the point is that it worked out."

"I guess I can confirm that," you sighed.

"Is he any good?" Shoko asked, nonchalantly. "Eh, why bother asking? I could hear the answer to that last night."

"Shut up!!"

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

In The Arms Of Blue And Purple (18+)

Fortnite!Leonardo x reader x Fortnite!Donatello

A/N: I’ve been wanting to throw myself into threesome writing for some time now, so I decided, why the heck not just get it done? And I felt for some Fortnite TMNT, and the lucky wheel decided on Leo and Donnie, so here you go! Hope you’ll enjoy!💙💜

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Use of good girl, oral - male and female receiving, turtley anatomy, cum shots lol.

However you got into this position was beyond you at this point. You couldn’t remember what you had said, nor what look you gave the two brothers, but that didn’t matter now as you laid naked on Donatello’s bed with your legs spread wide open for Leonardo, whose head was happily moving around between your thighs, softly kissing your skin from your knees, slowly inching closer and closer to your needy core. Your own lips were attached to Donnie’s, moving together in a heated kiss with your tongues dancing together, sounds of pleasure escaping you at the feeling of Leo’s lips on your skin, and Donnie’s hand moving over your chest, massaging your breasts, listening to your reactions as he went.

Leo moved your legs further apart when he reached your most intimate area, placing small kisses just around your folds, so close to your core, yet not close enough. This made you pull from your heated kiss with Donnie in order to look down at the older turtle, letting out a moan when you caught his eyes, seeing him giving you a small wink as you felt his breath on your clit. What a tease.

Donnie chuckled at your small interaction, before placing a hand on your chin, pulling you back in for yet another heated kiss, your mind fussing at the feeling of Donnie’s hands and lips, and Leo’s tongue doing small licks along the lines of your folds, still not exactly licking the place you needed him the most, but just beside it. So close that Leo only needed to move his tongue a few millimeters, and he would be there. And Leo knew that. He could read it in the way you started squirming under him, whenever he got close. He would move closer and closer, only to pull away just before he got there, leaving you whining under him and Donnie.

You moaned against Donnie’s mouth, lifting your hips up closer against Leo’s face, as if to ask him to quit his teasing. However Leo just smiled against you, grabbing a hold of your thighs and pulling your hips back onto the mattress, causing you to whine against Donnie.

“You’re teasing the poor girl”, Donnie told his brother, smiling as he enjoyed the sight of you struggling under them.

“Those noises make it worth it”, Leo said, before giving you another lick, drawing another sound from you. “See?”

“Can’t disagree with that”, Donnie said, holding your chin in his hand, studying your flustered face. “I actually think she likes it a little bit”, he stated, smiling at your parted lips. “Do you like it, (Y/N)? Do you like it when Leo teases you? Does the thought of his tongue fucking you excite you?”

You shuttered at Donnie’s words, with Leo’s tongue still doing small kitty licks, exactly just next to the places you needed him the most. It was almost cruel, but yes - the thought of Leo’s tongue inside of you excited you, making your heart beat faster and your breath grow deepers, your toes just curling at the thought.

“Yes”, you whimpered in a small voice. “I like it. I want it”.

“Good girl”, Donnie cooed, stroking the side of your face with his thumb. “Answering when spoken to. Just the way we like it. Now, tell Leo what you want you want him to do, and maybe you’re lucky and he will do it”.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Leo”, you moaned, moving your hips under him, squishing your eyes shut in frustration. “Please! Fuck me with your tongue!”

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”, Leo chuckled, before finally - finally! - pressing his tongue firmly against your folds, before dragging it up, giving your clit a good flick in the process, causing you to flinch, just as Donnie dove down for another needy kiss, your tongues dancing together in a lewd dance.

With your thighs in a firm grip, Leo dove his tongue into your dripping core, licking up your juices as he went, causing you to moan and whimper in Donnie’s mouth, the room spinning from the sheer amount of pleasure Leo’s tongue was bringing you.

Donnie - without breaking the kiss - took one of your hands and placed it on his hard plastron, before slowly moving it down towards the slit of his cloaca, letting your fingers grace over it, where you could feel something about to poke out.

“You feel that?”, Donnie asked, his lips gracing the lop of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, mixing with the building pleasure from your core. “I’m going to drop for you at any moment. Are you going to be a good girl and open your mouth for me when I do?”

Donnie’s words made you whimper as you almost desperately nodded your head. Donnie chuckled at your expression, rubbing your hand against his cloaca, groaning into your ear as he did, mumbling over and over again what a good girl you were to the two of them.

It didn’t take long before Donnie dropped directly into your hand, leaning back from your ear, so he could take in the sight as you brought him to your mouth, licking all the way from the base to his pre-cum leaking tip, before putting him directly into your mouth. Donnie let out a deep groan as you hollowed out your cheeks around him, before popping your head up and down along his thick length, taking him even deeper. Using his left hand, Donnie gathered your hair like a pony tail, before using his new hold on you to help guide you along his length at slightly faster speed.

“Yeah, that’s it (Y/N)”, Donnie groaned, before closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “Such a good girl. Doing such a good job”.

You moaned around Donnie’s member, both from his words and the feeling of Leo’s thumb as he started rubbing your clit, his tongue pulling you closer and closer to your high. Your legs become restless around his head, making it increasingly obvious that it wouldn’t take long, before you would come crashing on Leo’s tongue. And with a few more thrusts from his tongue and thumbs from his thumb, you did indeed cum, moaning with Donnie’s member still stuffed in your mouth, and you legs shaking and moving under Leo, forcing your hips to stay in place, so he could tongue fuck you through your orgasm.

With a final lick and kiss on your fold, Leo removed himself from your still pulsating cunt, leaning back on his knees, with his member now free from its restraints of his cloaca, standing hard and ready, causing you to clench around empty air. Just the sight of him in his naked glory with the lower half of his face covered in juices, had you already wanting more.

“That was fucking hot, (Y/N)”, Leo said, pushing your knees apart as he started making way in between them, eyeing your dripping folds with growing eagerness. “Now, just continue taking care of Donnie like the good girl you are, and I will take care of you”.

Leo grabbed a hold of his member, before dragging his head through your folds, gathering as much of your slick as possible, before slowly pushing into you, drawing a long moan from the both of you. You instantly went to grab a hold of something, with Donnie’s toned thigh being the closest. It was like holding onto a rock as the world started shaking around you, from Donnie’s increasingly rougher thrusts into your mouth, and Leo’s thrust slowly taking up speed as he made his way deeper and deeper into you, reaching your most sensitive spot.

You were turned into a moaning and whimpering mess under the two mutant turtles, their own moans and groans of your name and how beautiful you looked, getting fucked sensless from two ends, made your eyes turn to the back of your head as you felt your second orgasm building you. As you started to clench around Leo’s member, he grabbed a hold of your hips, before ramming into you at a brutal speed, making stars dance in what little vision you had left.

“That it, (Y/N)”, Donnie moaned, his breathing heavy. “Cum for us. Show us how good you’re feeling”.

With one hand holding to Donnie’s thigh for dear life, your other went to grab Leo’s hand. Your moaning became louder and more high pitched, and your whole body restless, before the growing feeling in your core erupted, sending you crashing into your second high, cumming around Leo’s member as he continued to ram into you, chasing his own high.

Donnie pulled his member from you mouth with a loud moan, before unloading himself onto your face as you were still moaning and getting fucked through your high. And just as you were coming down from your peak, Leo pulled his pulsing member out of you, before watching as he shot his white ropes of pearly white substance onto your folds, moaning at the sight.

You laid there for a moment, catching your breath as the brothers took in the sight of you - fucked to exhaustion and still just recovering from your second orgasm, covered in their cum, dripping from your face and folds. It was truly a sight to behold.

Needless to say - and much to your own joy and pleasure - it was quickly decided to make this a recurring thing.

[redz0nez9]

I would join the stream every time 😋😛😝😜

[rorichuu]

☆ MIDAS x TROPHY-WIFE!READER ☆

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trophy wife definition — a young, attractive woman who is the wife of a rich and successful older person and acts as a symbol of the person's social position.

┆rori's note: here is the long and awaited part 2 of my first midas fic !!! ( found here <3 ) . . . i appreciate everyone who reblogged, liked, and commented! i loved making that fic, and i apologize for not posting sooner. it's been a verrry hectic year and I'm trying to ease back into writing again. thank you so much for your patience! i hope you like this short smut fic i provide for yall :)

┆disclaimer/tags: ♯ smutty , more modern . . . part two of midas putting you back in your place as his wife. ୨୧ˊˊ

Midas’ hip was locked with yours, his unforgiving pace of skin against skin was enough to make you cry… tears falling down your blushed cheeks as your hands desperately tried to hide your own face.

               Midas no longer cared for the visitors just a floor below them, the idea that they could hear your screams of pleasure was intoxicating to him… risk, something he could take with little penalty. The ego that inflated his mind was simply a pawn to his advantage, and you—his dearest—being one of them.

               Your husband shook his head, a smirk playing at his face as his hand wrapped around your paired wrists, pinning them above you so he could see you writhe beneath him. As your thigh rested above his shoulder, he was dangerously close to you, testing your flexibility with each thrust. “Wanna see you,” he groaned beneath his breath, his cheeks dusted pink by the heat inescapable between you two. You shook your head, sobs leaving your throat as your pussy throbbed… the feeling of pain and erotic sensations stimulating you to exhaustion.

Feigned, Midas pouted and nodded, a chuckle leaving his throat as he slowed… sadistic and cruel, the love for the excruciation he put on his lover. The way tears prickled the corners of your eyes, the way you arched and tried, ever so desperately, to get away. Yet, his hold on your hips was stubborn, the plush of your skin against his calloused fingertips.

As he picked up his pace once more, he brought each of your legs to rest on either side of his shoulders. As he did so, he pushed farther on you. A cry left your throat as your hand flew up to his forearm, the muscle flexing as he gripped you. Midas shook his head. “You got it princess,” he whispered, kissing the side of your knee. Mesmerized, he locked eyes with you, gold and the ghostly white. “Takin’ me so well, you got a bit more in you, don’t ya’, doll?” With his praise contradicting his actions, you were always left guessing… from the way he bruised your cunt, to the soft kisses and whispers of praise… too pretty not to ruin.

Your husband’s pace began to quicken once he heard footsteps and chatter outside the door, assuredly, nearing the stairs. Fear clouded over you, your grip on his forearm now tightening as you silently begged him to stop… but to no avail, he kept his pace. “Wanted me to fuck you in front of ‘m, right?” He spoke, his hand slipping from your leg to hold your hand with his. “Couldn’t wait a fucking hour, so you’d rather them hear you?” Desperately trying to quit his movements, the mere idea of them eavesdropping was something to drive you mad, but your husband feasted off your fear; of their whispered controversy; of losing it all just so he could pound that attitude out of you. How you loved to add fuel to the fire, especially when Midas got primal like this.

Midas lifted your hand, kissing the inside of your wrists as he noticed the way you clenched around him, your walls suffocating his cock as he nearly begged to come inside. His eyes flickered to yours. “Can I fill my pretty wife up? Would she like that?” he asked, voice slicked in a pretty sweetness as you merely moaned in response. Unsatisfied, his hand dropped yours and cradled your face, hands forcing your cheeks to a pout. “Use your words.” he demanded, his tone making you nod crazily. You two have talked about kids before—the idea of your swollen stomach carrying his children, perked up tits… watching you care for your own—it drove him mad.

“Please, M…Midas,” you stumbled on your own words, cock-drunk and hazy with bliss… Midas groaned, lewd and satisfied with your response as he quickened his pace. His hands were quick to find your hips, one hand straying to hold the side of your thigh atop his shoulder. “Outside!” You whispered, voice filled with worry and a hurried breath… the man shook his head.

“Need them… to hear you,” he mumbled, brows furrowed with focus as his breath shook… the feeling of you around him, the plush warmth… it made him dizzy. His best fucking heaven, you. And with your known frightened state, his pace became brutal. Skin slapping against skin as he leaned his head against your thigh, pounding into your ruthlessly as you cried out. Your voice was broken and sobbing, your husband’s cock hitting that same spot every time… the throbbing of your cunt, your abused bud, it made you squirm and claw at his forearms.

               Midas smiled at the way your nails made marks into his skin, the trail of red following from the way your body responded to his unrelenting pace. Your back arched and writhed, adoring the way you tried to free yourself from his hold despite your thighs holding his face.

               Your husband cursed under his breath, nails digging into your thighs as he pounded his release into your sweet cunt… sliding and painting your heat as he rode you into your orgasm. You screamed, hands flying to your face to mute your noises, but Midas wouldn’t have it. His hand flung to your wrists and captured them, bringing them to his chest as you sobbed. His gaze darkened; eyebrows furrowed as he focused on you. He watched your every movement, focused on how your nose scrunched, tears escaping from the corners of your eyes with desperation as he began to slow.

               Drunk of lust in your shared limbo, your body began to relax under his… thighs slack on his shoulders as Midas eased himself to cradle your body with his. Your husband gently kissed your chest and up to your collarbone, focusing completely on you alone. “I love you so much, angel,” he whispered, low and hardly above a whisper. Your hand limply combed through his black hair, giving it a small tug as you felt him smile against your glistening skin. “Mhm, so perfect.” Midas would drown you in praise… you were his trophy, his love, his everything. If anyone deserved it most, it was you.

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rorichuu!

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[alixra]

bored | paige bueckers

summary- it’s a school night and paige is playing fortnite while you lay on her bed, bored and desperate for her attention [SMUT]

word count- 1.4k

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It was currently a weekday night and you were sprawled out on your girlfriends bed, bored out of your mind as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

Sighing, you set the device down, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Your eyes landed on your girlfriend who was very focused on what looked to be an intense game of Fortnite.

Standing up and walking over to her, you smoothed your hands over her shoulders and rested your chin on her head, watching as she played for a little while; eventually deciding that you wanted to get her attention.

“Paige,” you whined softly in her ear.

“Hm?” Was all she said in response, still absorbed in the video game.

“I’m bored,” you replied, hoping she would get the hint and give you her attention.

“I’m sorry,” she stated simply, completely zoned in on the stupid game.

You rolled your eyes, knowing that you would have to do something more distracting to get her to focus on you. You bit your lip as you moved in front of Paige and straddled her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

At first, she tried to move past you so she could see the computer screen, but she seemed to lose interest in the game once you bucked your hips forward, tilting your head as you gazed at her. Her eyes flickered towards you, looking you up and down before switching the controller off and placing it down on her desk. She leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, a smirk plastered across her face as her hands came to rest on your hips.

“Finally,” you spoke in a hushed tone, not being able to help the way your eyes shifted to her exposed abdomen.

“Sorry, baby,” she smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

A sly grin came across your face as an idea popped into your mind. “Prove it,” you dared, testing out how far she would go.

Her eyebrows pinched together, “What do you mean?”

“Prove to me how sorry you are,” you answered, not sure where this confident side of you was coming from.

She smirked once again, now understanding what you wanted. “Bet,” she spoke, her voice raspy and dripping with desire.

Without a second thought, you pressed your lips against hers, relishing in the way her soft lips moved against yours. Her hand came up to your cheek, caressing your skin with her thumb while her tongue poked into your mouth, asking for entry. Giving her what she wanted, you parted your lips just enough for her tongue to slide into your mouth. She scooted forward in her chair, sitting up straighter as both her hands came to hold your waist, encouraging the way your hips rocked back and forth.

Now gripping your ass, she stood up and began walking towards her bed. She plopped you down onto the mattress, your hair splaying out around you as she hovered over you. She stared down at you, eyes darting around your face before eventually locking in on your eyes. After a little while of just staring at each other, you wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her closer and also reminding her of why you two were in this position to begin with.

Immediately complying, she gingerly moved your hair away from your neck, giving her access to place sloppy and wet kisses all over your skin. She quickly found your sweet spot and your back arched off the bed as her teeth grazing across your skin.

She took the chance to unclip your bra, pulling away from the nape of your neck so she could throw the piece of clothing somewhere in the room.

Paige examined your now bare chest, and you didn’t miss how she squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip.

She maintained eye contact with you as she leaned down towards your boobs, still looking at you as she latched onto one of your breasts; slowly sucking as she took more and more into her mouth.

Your head spun as she kept going, her tongue flicking over your nipple occasionally and her free hand coming up to knead your other boob, pinching your nipple in her hand before she did so.

It was getting hard to keep your moans under control as you stroked her head lovingly, encouraging her to keep going. Squeezing her waist impossibly tighter with your legs, you bucked her hips up, desperate to get any pressure on your pulsing clit.

Paige chuckled against your boob, slightly pulling away to look at you. Confused on why she was laughing, you met her gaze and asked, “What?”

“I can feel you throbbing,” she smiled, bringing her hand down to your soaked core.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, muttering, “Sorry.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, “Don’t be sorry, it’s hot.” She answered, and you internally groaned at how turned on you were.

“Paige,” you breathed out, closing your eyes in pure bliss as she finally touched your center, slowly rubbing your clit with two fingers.

You felt dizzy as she kissed down your torso, skipping down to your legs and hooking her arms under your thighs, yanking you closer to her. You reached down to stroke her head again as she began to place maddening kisses on your inner thighs.

“Fuck,” you exhaled, feeling slightly dizzy, “I need you.”

“I know, baby,” she replied huskily, her face now hovering over your clothed cunt.

“Then do something about it,” you huffed, watching as she sat on her knees in between your legs.

“I will,” she smirked, removing your shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, “Don’t worry.”

Placing both of her hands on your knees, she spread your legs a little wider, getting a good long look at your dripping pussy.

You shifted uncomfortably under her strong gaze. “What’s wrong?” She asked concerned, looking at you again.

“Don’t stare,” you responded quietly, meeting her stare.

“Sorry,” she smiled, shrugging, “I just can’t help it.”

You shook your head, matching her expression and impressed at how smoothly she mad you feel less insecure.

However, your thoughts were soon turned to your girlfriend’s shit-eating grin as she leaned down to your center, flashing one last smirk before diving right in. She instantly began to suck on your clit, catching you by surprise and causing you to inhale sharply. Your brows pinched together as you let out a pitiful whimper, feeling as if you were about to explode as Paige softly bit your clit.

“You taste so good,” she commented, lapping up all of your wetness as if she had never eaten you out before.

One of the things you loved most about having sex with Paige was the amount of praise she gave you. Her commentary aroused you impossibly more and also made you feel comfortable and safe while being in such a vulnerable state.

Your legs began to shake as Paige hooked one long finger inside of you, starting to flick your clit with her tongue all at once.

Adding to the pleasure yourself, you took both your tits in your own hands, groaning as you began kneading them.

“Fuck,” Paige huffed, her breath cold against your pussy. “Keep doing that,” she instructed, her eyes staying on you the whole time.

You could feel your orgasm building as your moans became more and more high-pitched and your walls tightened around Paige’s curling finger.

All it took for you to come was Paige slipping another finger into you, watching you as your jaw dropped in a silent scream, severe waves of pleasure crashing over you. Clasping your hand over your mouth, your back arched once more. You tangled your fingers in Paige’s hair and used your new leverage to frantically grind against her face as you rode out your high.

Squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a shaky breath, you came down from your orgasm, chest heaving and body falling limp. Paige stayed nestled in between your thighs, licking up as much of your cum as she could get, not caring how sensitive you were after finishing.

“Did I make it up to you?” She asked after pulling away, a coy smile playing at her face.

“Yes,” you chuckled.

“Yay,” she whispered sweetly, resting her head on your chest and wrapping her lengthy arms around your waist.

You ran your fingers through her hair as she got settled, watching the way her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing softened.

“Goodnight, Paige.”

“Night, love you,” she replied tiredly.

Drawing patterns on her back, you turned your head to look out the window, taking in the view of the sparkling city lights and eery night sky. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, you held Paige tighter against your warm body, smiling softly as she slowly drifted off to sleep, you soon following suit.

[ik33pitundercover]

why is he so adorable and why am i abt to cry.

i just want him to hug and kiss me bye😒

ik ppl tweak out when ppl say this but i really do miss this era of them like maybe it was just my life at this time but 2022 them was !!!

[fortnite-smekcannons]

meowscles is REALLY freaky and great in bed, and he whimpers. (requesting this for my bro)

[leonkennedyscumdump]

Day 363 of Leon Kennedy not being in the fortnite shop, I am starting to feel nauseous and afraid.