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To every stupid mother fucker out there scared of crossdressers and trans people, let me tell you a quick fact that I had to do absolutely no research on, just like you did absolutely no research on yours either. But mine is far more logical, and that's gonna piss you off. Without any research whatsoever, I can promise you that there was probably never a single transgender or a crossdresser that went to Epstein's kidnap, torture, rape, and murder children island. You know who did? Rich and Powerful straight CIS pale motherfuckers... that look typically JUST-LIKE-YOU.
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The racism my beloved Simon had to faceâŚ.my baby. đĽşđ
Although painful to watch, it felt incredibly validating. It was so annoying watching some people say this show was âonly about classâ while dismissing the BS that Simon had to go through. The abuse was ten fold because heâs POC and S3 finally exposed that.
That being said, and on a more positive note, it was so incredibly sexy when Simon sang happy birthday to Wille in Spanish (he feels safe with him!) and when Wille admitted to fantasizing about stroking those beautiful curlssss (and then actually did it). đĽšâ¤ď¸âđŠš
Wilmon forever. đ¤đ¤
#simon the bravest of braves and the sweetest of sweets i love him sooooooo much#and apparently inspo was from irl hate comments omar has received? đŞ#oh HELL no. đđ¤#omar brought face heart soul and curls to this season and to this damn show and i love him and simon so much#like it wouldn���t have been that bad if he was fully white and didnât look the way he did and i stand by that#those online hate comments were disgusting#imported? latin lover? (they were a breath away from flat out calling him a wh*re and i was ready to throw some fucking hands)#even more hurtful because simon was very obviously a virgin when he met wille and didnât even sleep with that douchebag#who shall not be named on my blog#yâall can try to pry this interracial ship out of my cold dead hands (you wonât)#but we heal and thatâs beautiful â¤ď¸âđŠš#they mean soooo much to me đđđ#and like i said before#no it wouldnât have been good if simon wasnât poc I SAID WHAT I SAID WHAT I SAID#young royals#wilmon#simon eriksson#simon my beloved đ#i love them sooooooooooooooo much.#đ¤đ¤
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i love it when im obsessed over a guy so much that my mutuals get to know him too. saw my mutual in the dash explaining to their mutual in law about who cm punk is and im just <3333 my powerr â¨â¨â¨ i bet they sighed and go "oh. this guy" yes he is!!!
#does not like how much ppl say he's a shit person in the tags no matter how much evidence say otherwise#like. yeah fair he's not perfect and you can even say he's kind of a douchebag but also#your faves is a bunch of white christian who said the n word as if theyre black when theyre slumming it in pwg#your billionare and gang of shit monkeys donated to trump and befriended and even borrowed equipments from sex predators on the indies#the nicest guy. the sensitive cowboy of all of them might call himself a liberal but when he's going out of his way to stick with them#outside of work context then it doesnt mean shit#he's still a fucking garbage person too#like im sorry assertiveness scares you so much#ngl im tempted to go out there and drop the mountain of evidence on them but i know their faves are playing in a 3/4 empty arena#with a storyline that will be remembered as the cringiest thing in wrestling history so im better off ignoring them than kicking a#bunch of crybabies who are already down on their luck#i might be petty but i dont like punching down <3#textposts
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So, funny story. I went to high school with the guy whose twitter @ is TheNewKingHenry. His stuff in our traditional art classes wasn't so bad. It's WILDLY funny to me to discover that he lied about knowing photoshop. Because of fucking course he did.
#HENRY YOU LITTLE SHIT#that's so FUCKING funny#i took a lot of classes with him and he was one of the few guys in my grade who wasn't a total douchebag#oh to have the confidence of a white man from a good prep school in suburban minnesota
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⊠â§âË âŠ how long does it take to fuck your brother's best friend? (four whole days)
synopsis. suguru comes home to visit from college at the same time you doâexcept he brings satoru along. this is going to be a long break
word count. 8.5k (i am tired of this tomfoolery)
contents. college! au, brother's best friend! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, three-year age gap (you're both early twenties), slightly mean satoru (when youâre kids), slight enemies to lovers, jealous! satoru, mentions of reader having an ex-bf, male masturbation, satoru is taller + carries reader, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, brief mentions of alcohol (satoru), creampie, pet names (baby + sweetheart), not proofread i could not be bothered iâm sorry
notes. this was not supposed to be this long bye i am embarrassingly down bad for the blue-eyed freak
everyone knows that where there is satoru, there is suguruâand likewise, where there is suguru, there is satoru.
theyâre a bit of a packaged deal, really. satoru befriends your brother in what you think must be some twisted stroke of luckâthere is no way suguru would lower his standards for some rich bastard whoâs had life made for him since the day he was born. but apparently, he does, and youâre stuck with a white-haired nuisance in your house at least once a week. for years.
youâve known satoru since he was a whiny, snot-faced, and spoiled little brat. back then, he used to call you toothlessâyou were six, itâs normal for children at the age of six to lose a few teeth. just because satoru is nine and has grown his teeth back doesnât mean he escaped the toothless phase himselfâbut satoru is just a jerk like that, pushes your buttons, and calls out your insecurities to get a good laugh.
you donât smile with your mouth open even once around him that summer, not until suguru assures you that regardless of how many teeth you have, you have a lovely smile.
when youâre twelve, puberty does its thing, and now youâre stuck with acne-prone skinâalso a normal occurrence for people your age, but satoru makes sure to point out the giant pimple on your forehead every time he sees you. you make sure to let him know his haircut is as awful as his sense of style, and suguru tries his best not to choke himself with his charger as you both bicker.
satoru is gone that entire summer for a family cruise that youâre sure costs double your houseâhe comes back frighteningly taller than you remember him within the span of just a few weeks.
itâs been like that since you were kids. he comes over, finds a new thing to pick on through his smug grins and smooth chuckles, and you fume as you bite back with just as snarky rebuttals. he makes sure to never cross the line of going too farâitâs more for suguruâs sake, youâre fairly sureâbut stays right on the dot of getting just under your skin.
heâs annoying. a jerk. a rich snob. a privileged dickhead. heâs rude and disrespectful, with no tact, let alone any semblance of respect. you donât understand what could possibly make suguru want to hang around such a douchebag, but suguru cares about satoruâand satoru has always been there for your brother.
you donât understand it, but you respect it. as long as he doesnât wet your entire bathroom sink and mirror in the mornings after he stays over, you suppose you can coexist.
but you havenât seen him in agesânot outside of suguruâs instagram stories and posts. itâs been a long few years since the two of them have left for college, and by the time you leave too, life has its funny way of working, and, wellâŚyou donât bump into him anymore. it doesnât occur to you that satoru is not the same guy you used to know until you come back home to visit after your second year of college.
âsuguru,â you call, âi borrowed your hoodie. but you can have it backââ
you cut yourself off when you open the door to your brotherâs room, and lo and behold, stands a very shirtless gojo satoru, the white-haired and blue-eyed asshole youâve had to deal with since childhood. except heâs way taller than you remember himâjust how much does this guy grow, exactly? his shoulders are broader andâŚ.and since when did he have abs? thereâs a small tattoo just under his collarboneâwhen did he even get that? his hair is also longer, just enough to fall over his forehead and curtain those striking blue eyes of his.
he looksâŚwell, handsome. very handsome, in fact. dangerously handsome that it catches you by surprise as you blink.
heâs still shirtless, holding his t-shirt in his hands as he grins.
âhey, toothless,â he greets, voice deeper than the last time you heard itâbut it still sounds relatively the same. you think youâd always recognize satoruâs voice, whether youâd like to or not. and, of course, he just has to still use that ridiculous nickname after all these years. âlong time no see.â
âi have all my teeth nowâi have for a long time, yâknow. and put a shirt on, you freak,â you huff, rolling your eyes, âwhereâs suguru?â
âwhat, you donât enjoy the view?â he motions at his bare torso, like the shameless bastard he is, âmost girls love this viewââ
âand yet, youâre still single,â you cut him off, staring at him pointedly.
he grins impossibly wider, tugging his shirt over his body swiftlyâyou have to exercise all ounces of control not to gulp as you watch his biceps flex.
âkeepinâ track of my love life?â he wiggles his brows, âi know older men can be appealing but have a little class. your poor brother would lose his shit if you went after his best friendââ
âsatoru,â you sigh, pinching your nose, âdo you age backward or something? how are you still this obnoxious after so long?â
âi practice in the mirror,â he winks, âitâs my charm.â
âthatâs hardly charming,â you roll your eyes, âanyway, whenever suguru comes back, let him know i left his hoodie, yeah?â
âsure,â he chuckles.
and then you close the door as you leaveâright before you stop, pause, and open it up again as youâre sticking your head back in when you make a shocking realization.
âwait, how long are you here for?â you ask, eyes wide.
he has the audacity to look smug as he taps his chin and pretends to thinkââoh, yâknow. just the rest of break. my old man took my mom on some trip, so iâm killing time here,â he shrugs.
great. lovely. wonderful. just what you needed.
you wish heâd drop deadâmaybe suguru will finally be forced to go outside of his one-man circle and actually befriend some respectable people.
âyou canât just stay at your place?â you hiss, âitâs certainly big enough.â
âwell, why be lonely in an empty home when we can have fun here?â he hums, âconsider yourself luckyâyou get to be housemates with me for aââ
âkeep to yourself,â you warn, cutting him off again through narrowed eyes and a dangerous glareâsatoru only looks more amused, raising his hands up in surrender.
with that, you turn again and almost shut the door when he calls for youââhey, toothless,â he says lowly, making you pause before turning to him with a raised brow. he smilesâitâs so unlike that usual smirk of hisâŚsomehow this one is a bit gentler as he murmurs, âyou look good. grew up well, yâknow.â
you blink. youâre not ready for thatâŚdidnât expect a compliment from gojo satoru himselfâespecially not after all this time of throwing mediocre insults your way.
you decide he must be messing with you, so you purse your lips as you click your teeth in irritation. âyeah, sure,â you say dryly.
you can hear his chuckles as you close the door againâthis is going to be a long break.
âââââ
just as expected, the house is simply not big enough for you and satoru.
the first time you run into him happens to be first thing after waking upâyouâre walking up to the door just as he twists the knob and opens it, walking out shirtless. again.
this time, however, heâs got beads of water rolling down his skin from his shower, right between his pecs, as a towel hangs around his shoulders. you can see his tattoo from up close now, a small infinity sign right under his collarbone that contrasts against his pale skin.
how tacky, you thinkâjust as youâd expect, even his choice of tattoos is questionable.
his hair is wetâitâs sticking to his forehead instead of the multiple directions it usually scatters around in that messy way it always does. youâve only felt satoruâs hair onceâwhen you were fifteen, and youâd hit him in the back of the head as you walked past him at the breakfast table. heâd made a jab at your dark circles. tests were around the corner, and unlike satoru, your grades actually mattered. you didnât expect his hair to be so soft, but it is, and you almost itch to twirl the strands around your fingers for a quick feel.
instead, you scowl and stomp off to your room as soon as your dishes are washed.
his hair is probably just as soft nowâmaybe even softer now that he actually probably cares to look after it. youâve heard suguru grumble about using two-in-one shampoo too many times when he comes back from spending the night at satoruâs. for a second, your fingers twitch to reach up and brush through a few strands on his foreheadâjust to feel them because they look soft. nothing else.
the urge is quickly killed as soon as he opens his mouth, however.
âoh, hey there, roomie,â he grins, âyouâre really doing all you can to catch me half naked, huh?â
âdonât flatter yourself,â you grumble.
âiâm just sayinâ,â he chuckles, âthatâs twice now. if you ask nicely, i might walk around like this just for you.â
itâs way too early for this.
by early, itâs actually late noon. now that finals arenât killing your free time, you stay up until ungodly hours to catch up with your social lifeâand it doesnât help that you can hear satoru and suguru stay up playing video games the next room over, either. suguru is probably still sleeping.
thatâs a bit of a shocker, in factâusually, itâs satoru that has to be dragged out of your brotherâs room to have breakfast (or brunch, really) before the kitchen is cleared up. why satoru is up first is beyond you.
maybe itâs just a cruel way for the universe to enjoy watching more of your veins pop.
âdoes that apply to asking you to leave? because then i suppose i can ask rather politely.â
he grins, eyes sparkling with amusement as he shoots you that smile with those pearly whites that irritate you to no end. youâre not sure why, but something about his smile looks so much different nowadaysâsomething about it just seems soâŚ.mature.
thatâs a word you didnât think youâd ever use to describe satoru.
âmm, not quite,â he hums, âyouâre still stuck with me.â
âwhatever,â you mutter, rolling your eyes. âmove, i want to shower before suguru wakes up.â
âyou have time,â he steps to the side, letting you enter the bathroom, âheâs probably not waking up anytime soonâwoah.â
satoruâs shirt is on the floorâwhy, you may ask? because heâs an annoying idiot who doesnât have to clean up after himself when people have always been around to do it for him. he never has to care to aim and toss his clothes into the hamper because the maids will pick up after him anyway. old habits die hard, you supposeâyouâve listened to suguru complain about satoruâs messiness not improving even after being his roommate for the last few years. itâs never been your problem, but you donât appreciate it now that youâre slipping over the fabric on the tiled floor, falling backwards with a squeal.
but satoruâs quickâhe catches you with those strong arms of his and wraps them tightly around you, keeping you securely in place as he steadies you against his chest.
his bare chest, in fact.
you can feel the slight dampness seeping into your shirt, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he exhales in relief once he makes sure youâre safe. you almost shiverâalmost, but you manage to scrape together enough self-control to stay painfully still in his grasp.
âyou okay?â he murmurs gently, voice a low whisper against your skin. thereâs no bite to his words. no amusement or teasing or even smugness. itâs genuine, the way he checks on you.
this isâŚnew. very, very new.
âyeah,â you breathe, letting out a sharp breath. and thenââmaybe keep your clothes in the fucking hamper next time, though.â
âsorry,â the smile in his voice is almost audibleâyou canât see it from where you are, but you can hear it in his voice. you roll your eyes, and satoru makes no move to loosen his arms around you. for some reason, you donât move.
youâre not sure why, but you just donât.
âyouâre still just as messy, huh?â you roll your eyesâhe laughs, and itâs a smooth, boyish chuckle that almost makes you wonder for a moment if this is why girls seem to love satoru so much despite his god-awful personality.
itâs a pretty beautiful soundâyou hate that you have to admit that to yourself.
âyeah,â he admits, âit drives suguru nuts.â
âyeah, i canât imagine why,â you snort. itâs like that for a momentâsatoruâs muscled arms around you and hard chest pressed against your back. finally, you clear your throat. âyou can let go now, you know.â
âright,â he mumbles, slowly pulling awayâand when you turn to face himâŚ.is that disappointment? on his face? you donât get a chance to be sure because then heâs bending down to pick up his shirt before heâs standingâheâs already wiped the expression from his features completely by then. âsorry about that, toothless. iâll keep my shirts off the floor next time.â
âthat would be so kind of you,â you smile sarcastically.
and then you shut the door in his face and exhale as you lean against the wall.
this is going to be a longer break than you thought.
âââââ
the next time you run into him, itâs late at night. everyone is asleepâeven your brother and his headache of a best friend, if the silence tells you anything. you canât sleep, though, so you make your way to the kitchen to hunt for snacks. youâre skimming through the pantry before your eyes land on a surpriseâa box of strawberry pocky sits nice and enticingly, right there for you to open and devour.
you grin, reaching over whenâ
âthose are mine,â satoru calls, stepping into the kitchen, âbrought them over myself. you should ask before touching peopleâs things.â
âyou literally ate my leftovers the other night,â you say incredulously.
âthose were yours? i thought they were suguruâs.â he raises a brow in surprise, making you click your teeth in irritation.
âthe principle of asking still applies,â you purse your lips. and then defiantly, you open the box and grab a pack right before his eyes.
he scowlsâbut you know he doesnât actually mind because he waits for you to finish grabbing yours before taking the box and grabbing his own pack and a coke from the fridge. you both take a seat at the kitchen table, across from each other, as you open the packaging and silently eat your newfound snack.
itâs satoru who breaks the silence first.
âdo you still throw away the ends of these?â
you huff indignantly, not meeting his eyes as you take a bite off the strawberry-covered end, stopping at just where the cookie portion is uncoated. âyes. iâm eating these for the coatingânot the bland biscuit part.â
âwhatâre you, five?â he snickers, earning a glare from you. defiantly, you pop the end of the pocky stick into your mouth just to prove a pointâand then the look of distaste makes him cackle louder.Â
âshut up,â you hiss, âyou talk too much.â
âthe ladies love it when i do,â he bats his lashesâyou stare at him blankly, unimpressed.
âyeah, as if.â
âhey, my ex-girlfriend totally did,â he defends.
ex-girlfriend? thatâs a bit of a shockerâyou didnât know satoru dated anyone in the last few years, you havenât seen or heard anything of it through suguruâs end. in all realness, you didnât even think satoru was the boyfriend typeâŚbut then again, heâs not really the anything type. he just kind of exists to take up space and be the bane of your existence.Â
âi hope the poor girl is recovering well after dating you,â you shake your head, feigning a concerned look on your face that makes him roll his eyesâtheyâre still disturbingly bright even in the dark kitchen, dimly lit by the slightest bit of moonlight pouring in through the small window.
âi dated her freshman and sophomore year,â he says casually. you also didnât expect thatâthat it lasted that long. something about satoru doesnât strike you as the long-term relationship kind of guy. something about him doesnât seem like the relationship kind of guy at all. not because heâs the type to mess around casually, but because he seems the type to seem disinterested all aroundâheâs snobby like that. âshe wasâŚalright, i guess.â
yeah. very snobby.
âyou are such a sick bastard,â you spit.
he snorts, taking a bite of his pocky as he shakes his head in amusement. youâre as feisty as everâitâs always fun riling you up, even if unintentionally.
âhey, itâs not like she was bad. she was justâŚwell, she wasnât interested in me like that either,â he shrugs, âi think it was just the sex. it was good, canât lie there.â
âyouâre so gross,â you roll your eyes, âhave some decorum.â
âwhat, youâre still sixteen?â he raises a brow, lips curling into a smirk as he reaches for another pocky, âcanât say the word s-e-x?â
âi donât broadcast my sexual activities out in the open,â you shrug.
satoru chuckles, taking a bite that more or less finishes the entire stick in one go before he presses a finger to his lips, âshh. donât say that too loudâsuguru will come chase you from his room if he hears.â
âsuguru,â you groan, âheâs such a pain to have around sometimes. yâknow i dated this one guy last year. i think suguru mightâve paid him to dump me.â
âi know. he definitely thought about it,â satoru hums, âhe used to go off about it all the time. he was right, thoughâthat guy was a total prick.â
something about you is mildly shocked that satoru knows about your private lifeâsure, itâs not outrageous or even the slightest bit unlikely that suguru mentions you. satoru and suguru are best friends, and you happen to be suguruâs sisterâof course, suguru is bound to mention you here and there. itâs just the fact that satoru even pays attention to anything to do with you that surprises youâalthough you suppose it would be a good way for him to find his next source to push your buttons.
âiâm not surprised you think heâs a prick,â you nod, âit takes one to know one, after all.â
âoh yeah?â he snorts, waving you off, âi do, in fact remember anniversaries, yâknow.â
âokay,â you sigh, defeatedâyour ex-boyfriend is admittedly not at the top of the list of your brightest choices. not even up halfway on the list. in fact, heâs so low on the list of good choices youâve made, that willingly choosing to interact with satoru feels like an exceptional decision in comparison. and thatâs saying something. âhe was pretty bad. but he was really hot. when a guy looks like that, his values are the least of my worries.â
itâs a jokeâyouâre sure he knows that. but satoru takes a long sip from his coke, silent for a moment. you donât think youâve ever seen him so serious, especially so suddenly.
âhe canât be that hot,â he mutters.
âoh he was really hot. probably the hottest guy iâve ever talked toââ satoru bites his pocky a bit aggressively at that, âand he was so tall. maybe taller than youâhow tall are you again? anyway, he was pretty enough to overlook his shortcomings.â
âheâs probably not taller than me,â he grumbles, frowning. you snortâmen and their fragile little egos, you think in amusement.
âhe was,â you tease, âhe was so tall, iâd let him do whatever he wanted.â
âthatâs a terrible way to look at it,â he scrunches his brows, âyou shouldnât let some guy walk all over you because heâs tall and his face is a bit easy on the eyesââ
âi know youâre not talkingââ
âiâm serious,â he cuts you off. something about him reminds you of suguru for a momentâlike he cares who youâre with because he has a reason to. as if you mean something to him, as if knowing someone who doesnât deserve you has you in their palms is upsetting.
but then you shake the thought out of your headâsatoru doesnât care. heâs never had a reason to, and you donât exactly plan to give him one, either.
âokay, dad,â you roll your eyes, âi learned my lesson. i have standards now.â
âgood,â he nodsâand then, as if to keep himself in character, he adds, âbecause i donât want to help suguru kill someone, and itâs over something lame like forgetting his little sisterâs anniversary. iâd like to go to jail for something more badass.â
âyou and badass donât belong in the same sentence,â you raise a brow. âletâs be realistic.â
âoh yeah? thatâs rich coming fromââ
âguys, it is five in the morning,â suguru grumbles, throwing a water bottle at satoruâs head. you glance at the kitchen entrance, eyeing a half-asleep and very irritable suguru as he crosses his arms, âcanât you idiots fight over whoâs more of a loser at reasonable hours? some of us like to sleep.â
âwant one?â you offer your pack of pocky, holding it out to him.
suguru blinks, contemplating for a second before sighing and trudging over.
âyeah,â he mutters, flicking your forehead. âgimme that.â
you watch woefully as suguru takes the entirety of your pack, swiftly sitting next to satoru and leaving you empty-handed. satoru snickers obnoxiously at the deflated look on your faceâand then he holds out his pack to you.
you look between him and the pack for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. itâs a rare sightâhe drinks it in as you carefully take one and bicker over something with suguru.
youâre pretty when you smile, he thinksâpretty enough that if you had horrible values (which you donât), he might feel inclined to understand your (awful) reasoning for a moment.
and then he blinks and shakes the thoughts out of his headâitâs going to be a long break.
âââââ
satoru meets you when youâre six.Â
heâs nine at the time, and he feels on top of the world knowing heâs three whole years older than youâin hindsight, three years is not a very large gap, but to nine-year-old him, it feels like centuries. heâs remembered you as the fun little drama queen thatâs too easy to poke fun at for yearsâthatâs all youâve always been: suguruâs younger sister who puffs her cheeks out and scowls way too often to be normal, the girl thatâs way too easy to tease than should be standard.Â
somehow, he wasnât expecting for you to come back so grownâŚand so hot. suddenly, it really hits him that youâre not a kidâhave not really been for a long time now. heâs always treated you like youâre way younger than he is, way too little to be in his presence and be worthy of itâbut youâve really become a fine young woman.
a magnetizing one, in fact.
itâs now his third night at your houseâyour parents are as lovely and welcoming as ever, and suguru is always a good time to be around. but somehow, satoru is not satisfied. not anywhere near sated by the few, minimal moments of contact with you.Â
when did you get so pretty? although, as much as satoru has always liked to poke fun at you, youâve never been ugly. not even a littleâbut youâve grown into your features better, outgrown the awkward teenage era of your life, and now present yourself with a newfound confidence that just looksâŚso good. satoru doesnât see his best friend's kid sister anymoreâno, thereâs something so alluring about you now.
the nail on the coffin that solidifies heâs officially screwed is when you mention your ex-boyfriendâwhy would your dating life make him this irrationally angry? why is the thought of someone being on the receiving end of your praise (and shameless heart-eyes) so aggravating for him?Â
he doesnât knowâbut what he does know is that the raging boner has been killing him all morning ever since he woke up fromâŚwell, less than proper dreams about you.
so now heâs here, forehead pressed against your shower wall as the hot water hits his back, swollen cock in his fist as he thumbs at the tip, teasing the slit just the way he likes. he thinks about youâhow heâd show you what makes him feel good, how youâd probably learn fast and take care of him just the way he needs.Â
your hand would look so much daintier compared to hisâsmaller, but heâs sure it would still feel infinitely better.Â
he bites his lip, fighting back a moan as he strokes himself slowly, pre cum smeared along the length of his hard, aching cockâred and angry at the tip, leaking with more pre cum no matter how many times his thumb collects every drop.Â
âf-fuckââ he breathes, and his voice lets out a shaky, breathy little call of your nameâheâs screwed if anyone hears it. heâs sure you and suguru will both band together to kill him, but thankfully, the words are lost in the sound of the shower running. âfuck baby,â he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he whines.Â
itâs soft and quiet, the noises he makesâcareful and deliberately hushed to make sure no one hears the improper way heâs thinking of you right now. but fuck, your tits are so pretty when you walk out of your room in a t-shirt in the morningsâhe can just tell youâre not wearing a bra. he canât stop thinking about it, canât stop trying to picture what theyâd look like uncovered and bouncing.
âjusâ like that, baby,â he pants, whimpering softly as he squeezes around his tip, teasing himself with that slow, painful pace of his.Â
satoru is sure that if it were you, that if the hand stroking his cock right now was yours, you would never let him cum so easilyâyouâd drag it out just like this, pump him slowly and twist your hand around him in a pace thatâs painfully not enough before ever thinking about letting him come undone.Â
itâs just the way that you areânever ready to back down from a challenge, unwilling to go down without a fight. but he loves it, he thinksâlives for the way you keep him on his toes and work for the satisfaction.Â
âmore,â he gasps, ân-need moreâgimme more, sweetheart.â
he imagines itâthe way youâd kiss his jaw, maybe even the corner of his mouth, as you hum. say please, toru, youâd probably sayâand fuck, heâd kill to hear you say toru.Â
âplease,â he rasps, âplease, baby. d-donât tease.â
he can practically hear your light giggles, the sweet, okay, baby. no more teasing, that you might whisper. heâd also kill to hear you call him babyâheâs almost nauseous at the idea that some other guy mustâve heard the pet name from your lips before him. and then he lets himself pump his erection faster, squeezing tighter as his thighs quiver while he stands in the shower.Â
fuckâyou feel so good. youâre not even here, but heâs sure you do, and heâs desperate to envision it. it practically hurtsâthe way heâs so hard and swollen and ready to release. just for you, he wants to tell you, heâs going to cum all for you.Â
âbaby,â he whimpers, ââm so, so closeâfuck âm gonna cum. âs for youâgonna cum for youângh, sh-shit.â
and then thereâs cum on the tile walls, on his hands, on his abs as they flex with every labored breath. satoru cumsâhard. his eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted with a silent cry as he pants and strokes himself through his high. youâd kiss him, he likes to think, on his jaw and cheeks and maybe the tip of his nose as you sit on his lap and work him through his orgasm. youâd watch him closely, take in the way he comes undone for you, maybe even call him your pretty boy as he paints your hand white with his seed.
would you praise him? murmur softly into his ear and seal the gentle words with a kiss to his skin? would you stroke his hair from his face as you admire his blissful, fucked out little expression? maybe heâd ask you thenâmaybe heâd ask you to admit heâs way more handsome than that douchebag you dated as your hand holds his softening cock, sticky with his release.
god, what he wouldnât do to see your hands coated with his cumâdid you do this for your ex? did he look as hot as you claim he was when he came for you? the thought makes him sourâhe grits his teeth and clenches his jaw at the idea, panting and catching his breath as he stares down at the mess heâs made.
he should feel badâthis is wrong. so, so wrongâsuguru would kill him if he was aware satoru was lusting over his little sister. but it felt so fucking goodâheâs never cum as hard as when heâs pictured cumming for you.Â
it canât be that wrong, if thatâs the caseâcan it?
ââ
âsuguru,â your voice is shrill, deadlyâlike youâre out for blood. ânext time you jack off in the shower, maybe clean the fucking wall? are you joking?â
âwhaâi definitely cleaned that,â suguru defends.Â
oh, fuck, satoru thinksâhe forgot to clean that. so he makes himself very scarce and stays within the confinements of suguruâs bedroomâhis messy habits are starting to really catch up to him. if his defense, he really would clean that upâŚitâs just that he was a bit distracted.Â
âso you admit you jack off in our shower? our shower?â you sound inconsolable, downright devastated, and borderline hysterical. having siblings seems like a lot of trouble, he thinksâbut then again, sometimes satoru is jealous of your bond with suguru. itâd be nice to have someone in his family he can actually depend on. âkeep that shit for your bedroom, you jackass!â
âwell, how am i supposed to do that when satoru is there? you tell me.â
âi donât know! figure it the fuck outâyou guys probably jack off together anyway.â
âwhat?â suguru sounds appalled, âwe do notâthatâs outrageous.â
âwhatever,â you sayâyou sound almost murderous as you warn, ânext time you better clean up your fucking mess, you asshole.â
satoru canât help but smile a littleâyour pointer finger is definitely held up as you scold suguruâyouâre so cute when youâre mad, he thinks. he almost wants to step out and catch a glimpse, but he decides against it for now.
silently, satoru thanks his best friend for taking one for the teamâeven if it was unknowingly.
âââââ
itâs night four.Â
satoru has surprisingly kept to himselfâhe even promptly looked away after meeting your eyes in the kitchen yesterday morning as you walked in for breakfast. thatâsâŚnew. a lot about satoru is new.Â
heâs taller and more muscular nowâat one point, suguru used to tower over his scrawny little form. now heâs seemed to grow into his body, seemed to learn how to style himself better, and actually do his hair a bit. itâs still messy now that heâs just lazing around in your homeâbut itâs oddly handsome.Â
scarily handsome, in fact.Â
you donât enjoy the idea of thinking about the jerk of your childhood like thatâbut ever since you felt the hard press of his chest against your back, sometimes you wonder what itâs like to know satoru outside of just your older brotherâs obnoxious friend.Â
maybe, somewhere along the line, had you put your pride aside and actually tried to get to know him, maybe you both could at least be friendly. but then again, thereâs never been any real animosity between you twoâyou can share a lighthearted talk from time to time, like that night in the kitchen.Â
you decide not to dwell on it too much, decide that heâs not really worth your thoughts when heâs just a guy whoâs always been a bit too spoiled to learn how to be humble. instead, you go down to the kitchen to grab another pack of strawberry pockyâsatoru will just have to deal with it. if he doesnât want his snacks eaten, he shouldnât keep them in the pantry where anyone could stumble across them.
you walk into the kitchen untilâoh. itâs satoru. again.
âoh, hey,â he grins cheekily, taking a sip of his cokeâhe needs to break the habit of having so much sugar this late at nightâŚbut then again, why would it matter to you? âstalkinâ me?â
âfor an unwelcomed guest, you sure do talk a lot,â you roll your eyes, making his lips curl into a smug little smirk.Â
âi donât knowâyour parents seem to love having me over. what if i become their newest son?â
âi doubt my parents are looking to adopt you,â you raise a brow, slightly amused.Â
he hums, sipping his coke before blinking at you through those long, perfect lashes of his. âwell, there are other ways to blend into a family. marriage, for example, is a great way.â
âyou and my brother might as well marry each other,â you snort, âno one else will do it.â
âwho said anything about suguru?â he winks, chuckling when your face twists into an exaggerated look of horrorâalways as dramatic as ever, you are. he canât help but find an endearing side to it now.
satoru stands, walks over to where you are and stands in front of you as you scoff, shaking your head as you huff out a disbelieving chuckle.Â
âthatâs pushing it,â you muse, âmarrying you would be the last open option iâd have leftâand even then i doubt iâd ever take it.â
âyeah?â he raises a brow, leaning in so close, you can practically feel his breath fan over you. he smells like expensive cologne and your shampooâwhy is he using yours instead of suguruâs? before you can even ask him what heâs doing, he throws away the empty can of coke in the trash can behind you, eyes bright with amusement as your breath hitches.
itâs like he knowsâthe fucking asshole.
âyeah,â you breathe, âyou donât deserve me,â you try to say matter-of-factly. it comes off a bit more breathless than you intendedâthe air feels suffocating. maybe because satoru is so close, maybe because his breath is on your face, maybe because all you can smell and feel and hear is him.Â
you canât find it in yourself to pull awayâwhy arenât you pulling away? itâs just like that day he caught you, when his arms wrapped around you and all you felt like doing was lean into his chest. what about satoru and you has shifted so quickly to make you want to do that? what makes him so easy to fall into when all youâve always known was to shove at him?
he hums, leaning in closer and closer until his forehead touches yours. âyou know who didnât deserve you?â he asks, âthat shitty ex of yours.â
you look up at him with wide eyes, speechless as his hands find purchase of your hips, grabbing them and pulling you closerâand against better judgment, your hands lay themselves across his chest. itâs as firm as you remember it.Â
âhow would you knowââ
âheard suguru rant about it all the time,â he murmurs, âhow he forgot your dates. got you a shitty birthday present. didnât show up to your anniversary. made you hang out with his friends and didnât even meet half of yours. youâre tellinâ me he deserves you more than me?â
âhe was hotââ
âyeah? and iâm not?â
heâs cockyâyou hate that about him. always did. but heâs so close, so intoxicating, so irresistible, and fuck, he is hotâso incredibly hot, youâve been losing sleep over it the last four nights no matter how hard you try to deny it.Â
âsatoru, what are youââ
âyâknow, iâve been helping suguru pick your birthday presents since you were twelve. iâd pick you the best gifts,â his nose is brushing against yours now, lips just millimeters away from his as he speaksââand i never forget an important date. iâm very punctual too, believe it or not. iâd meet your little friendsâshow âem what a catch i am when you introduce me.â
âand what am i supposed to do with this information?â you ask defiantly.
itâs a last-ditch effortâyou both know this. you know exactly what he wants you to do with this information.Â
âi donât know, sweetheart,â he chuckles, âwhat do you think?â
and then youâre kissing himâbecause fuck, satoru is right there, and how could you not? his chest is under your palms, his lips are right against yours, and you can feel his thumb rub circles into your hips.Â
so you kiss himâloop your arms around his neck and tug him closer and press your lips to his. he groans, responds almost instantly as his mouth molds against yours, kissing you deeper as his hand moves to cup your cheek.
your lips are softer than he thought, and his hair is silky against your fingers. you tug at the strands, grab a handful, and feel them against your fingers like youâve wanted to for so long. and when he nips at your bottom lip, who are you to deny him? your lips part, letting his tongue slide in and taste you with a breathy sigh that makes your knees wobble.Â
âs-satoru,â you stutter, whispering between kisses, âsuguru might come in like last timeââ
âgod,â he groans, head burying into your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin, âdonât fucking talk about your brother right now. please.â
âmy room,â you say urgentlyâitâs all he needs to hear before his hands are on your ass, grabbing you as you wrap your legs around his hips. itâs urgent, the way his mouth is back on yoursâhe doesnât pull away even once the entire walk to your room, not even when he lets your back fall onto the mattress as he hovers over you, pressing kisses along your collarbone.Â
no bra, he notes happily, his hand sneaking under your shirt to toy with your pert nipples.Â
âgod, youâve been driving me fuckinâ crazy,â he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt over your arms and tossing it over his shoulder. he stares, takes in the sight of the same tits heâs been fantasizing over for the last few days in awe. âyou know that? been thinkinâ about these for days,â he says lowly, cupping your tit and massaging as he presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âyouâre shameless,â you mutter, snorting before you cut yourself off with a gasp as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and pulling a soft whine from you.
âshhh,â he chuckles, tilting his head toward the wall next to you, âdonât want suguru to hear, do you? that wouldnât be nice, would it?â
âitâll be worse for you than me,â you grin, tugging at the hem of his own shirt, indicating you want it off. he grins widely, wiggling his brows and making you purse your lips.
âwanna see me shirtless again, huh? third times the charm, as they say,â he winks. you would retort with something as witty, but then your eyes fall on that tattoo againâright under his collarbone, making your hand reach out to trace it with your thumb.Â
âwhat compelled you to get this corny little tattoo of yours,â you grin, giggling as you trace over the small infinity sign.Â
for the first time, you think you witness satoru shy, blushing as he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly. âthatâŚthat was an accident. when i got drunk for the first time.â
âoh,â you snort, âyouâre so weak, satoruââ
âdo me a favor, sweetheart,â he hums, cutting you off, âas much as i love when you say my name, say toru for me, yeah? i wanna hear it.â
you roll your eyes, huffing as your hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grinds the throbbing erection in his sweats over your heated core.Â
âtoru,â you say breathlessly, âmore.â
thatâs all he needs to hearâsatoru doesnât waste a second before heâs crawling between your legs, sliding your cute little pajama pants down your legs before meeting your dripping pussy.
itâs wetâso wet, he almost wants to chuckle and tease you a bit. just for old-time's sake. but the ache that shoots down to his cock reminds him that heâs in no position to tease you when heâs not faring any better himself. so he spreads your legs, kisses lightly at your clit in a feather-like touch that has you whimpering and clutching the sheets in anticipation.
âhow pretty,â he mumbles, âbeen hiding this pretty little thing all this time. what a perfect pussy.â
âsatoru,â you gasp in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you need him mostâequal parts because you really need his mouth on your cunt and equal parts because you really need him to shut up.Â
but he chuckles, takes his time to spread your folds open with his thumbs, and watches in wonder as you flutter around nothing, arousal dripping and leaving a mess. itâs perfectâyouâre perfect, and he wants to take his time with you.Â
âgod, youâre soaked,â he groans, chuckling as he murmurs, âthatâs fuckinâ cute.â
before you can even whine at the way his words are shameless, his mouth is back to kissing your clit, lips wrapping around it as he sucks and rolls his tongue along the sensitive bud. his fingers sink deep into you, pushing past your folds and slowly bullying into you until the tips of his fingers curl and brush against a spot that makes you squeal.Â
you gasp a breathy, âfuck, toruââ before he hums around your clit, vibrations making you whimper as he thrusts his fingers back in to hit that spot again. itâs sensitive, the way he makes you feelâyour nerves are on fire, and your head is light, and fuck, it feels so good you canât help but sob brokenly and squeeze your thighs around his head. he moans against your cunt, pulling his fingers out before letting his tongue lick a stripe along your slit, tasting you with a sharp inhale.Â
âf-feels good,â you whimper, biting your lip as your eyes crinkle at the corners from squeezing shut.
âyeah?â he hums, kissing your inner thigh, leaving a wet little sheen of his spit and your arousal on the skin, âthatâs a good girlâjust keep telling me how good i make you feel, kay?â
he could stay buried nose-deep into your pussy for as long as you let himâtongue alternating between fucking into you and rolling over your swollen clit, hearing the broken little gasps and whines of his name as you repeat toru over and over again like a prayer. his hand grips at your thigh, sinking his fingertips into the plush skin and rubbing soothingly with his thumb as you rut your hips and grind against his face.Â
satoru has half a mind to watch it againâto lick and suck at your core again and again just so he could burn into his mind what you look like when you cum. itâs divineâlike heâs halfway to stepping into heaven and has to pause just to admire the sight before him.Â
your hips leave the mattress as your back arches, and your fingers tug relentlessly at his roots as your walls quiver, letting satoru taste every drop of your release as you press a palm to your hand and try to keep yourself from squealing at the pleasure.
suguru is right next door. you canât wake himâcanât let him know this is what you and his best friend get up to in the late hours of the night.Â
itâs not until satoru pulls away, catching his breath as he wipes the wet trail on his chin does he realize how hard he isâhow badly heâs aching as his cock strains against his sweats. he hisses as he frees himself; ridding his sweats and boxers and wrapping a large hand around the tip of his erection and smearing the leaking pre cum along his length.Â
you watch in awe, reaching over and replacing his hand with yours. satoru was rightâyour hand is infinitely smaller than his, and yet, it feels a great deal better. so much better, in fact, that his arms shake as he hovers over you, burying his head into your neck and groaning as you slowly stroke him, squeezing at the tip and rolling your thumb through the slit.
he didnât even have to show you what he wanted, what makes him feel good, what makes his mind fog with pleasure and burn through every nerve. no, you figure it all out on your own, pulling strangled moans and hushed gasps from him that make your clit ache once more.Â
âfuck, baby,â he pants, âcanât last long like thisâcâmon, g-gotta feel you.â gently, he pries your hand from his thick, pulsing cock, laying it against your stomach as he peers down in fascination. âiâll be right here,â he hums, drawing a line on your skin right where his tip ends, âsee that? thatâs where youâll feel me, sweetheart.â
âthen let me feel you,â you murmur, cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, âfuck me, toruâwanâ it so bad.â
so he doesâdrags his tip along your folds and collects the slick pooling at your entrance before pushing his tip past your folds, splitting you in half as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. his jaw is clenched, breath labored as he waits for you to adjust, lets you kiss his cheeks and nose as you murmur how handsome he is, how perfect he feels, how good is to you.Â
âthat asshole ever make you cum?â he asks lowly, âhe ever eat your pussy like that? make you cum hard enough you had to cover your mouth so youâre not screaming his name?â
âno,â you breathe, quivering as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles, still painfully still as he stares down at you, ân-no, never. just youâonly youââ
âgood,â he grins, âthatâs what i like to hear. and when i make you cum on my cock, make sure to tell me heâs never done that either, yeah?â
âyouâre full of it,â you scoff, âalways have been.â
âand youâre full of me,â he says cheekily, chuckling as you glare half-heartedly. âcan i move, baby? please? need more, âs not enough. n-need moreââ
âyeah,â you whimper, pulling him closer, chests brushing against each other as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, âyeahâneed more too, toru.â
satoru, in all his years of knowing you, has never seen the side of you that could be this gentle. the side that glides your hands over his back, feeling every flex and every pull of his muscles, gently caressing the skin like itâs holy, like itâs not worthy of marksâinstead to be worshipped and revered with thoughtful touches. your lips sear into every part of him they can findâhis lips, his forehead, his nose, his hair as his face digs into your neck. even your voice is a gentle whisper of his name, so soft and careful, itâs like saying it wrong could break him.Â
your hips buck up in tandem with his, meeting his rhythm as he slams into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he buries his cock into you as deep as itâll go with every harsh thrust. you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the back of your walls, your abused cunt sucking him in and hugging around him as he groans.Â
the friction feels sickening, like heâll pass out any second, like heâs floating between the precipice of pleasure and the edge of consciousness.Â
you do that to himâhe doesnât know how or when or why, but you make him feel like he doesnât have a grip on his own senses. he doesnât mind it so much, he thinksâdoesnât hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm and wrap around him. it feels nicer that way, like itâs where he belongs.
âfuck, âs so tight,â he rasps, whining into your neck as your hand cups the back of his head, holding him in place. his hips are rutting into you sloppily now, barely maintaining the rhythm from before as he nears his highâbut that doesn't stop him from angling into you perfectly, slamming into your sensitive spot every time without fail. âc-cumââm gonna cum. cum with me, sweetheart.â
ââm so close, toru,â you sobâand then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum againâharder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. ât-toru,â you gasp brokenly, âfuck, âs goodâso good.â
âbaby,â he moans lowly, âfuck, youâre so perfect. prettiest thing everâprettiest pussy ever. i, sh-shitââ your orgasm quickly has him falling into his own, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sings into your neck, fucking his load into you.Â
itâs messy, the way cum spills out of you and coats his cockâbut itâs perfect and feels so, so right. you canât help but think how perfectly satoru fits against you as his body slumps on top of yours, panting and spent as he cages you in his arms.
your hand doesnât leave his hairânow that you know how it feels, you donât think you can stop threading your fingers through it, ever.Â
âwow, toothless,â he chuckles after a bit, âyouâre seriously obsessed with me, huh? i mean, how long have you been nursing this crush on me, hmm? thinking about your brotherâs best friend, you naughty little thingââ
âsatoru, would you shut that mouth for once,â you hiss, rolling your eyesâstill, thereâs an affectionate grin on your lips this time as he chuckles into your skin.Â
âoh baby, iâm afraid this mouth never shuts, so you should get usedââ
suddenly, you both freeze as you hear suguruâs voice through the door. âyou two better not be fucking doing what i think youâre doing,â he seethes, making your jaw drop and satoruâs eyes widen.
fuckâthat was never supposed to happen. suguru was never supposed to hear, let alone know.
âhey,â satoru starts, âif suguru kicks me out of our place, i can come be your new permanent housemate, right?â
do not comment about a part 2
but yeah he can come live with me any time and as long as he pays by sucking my tiddies i shall provide all food and utilities and everything
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pairing: peter parker/venom! yunho x gf! reader
genre: spider man au, smut
summary: your boyfriend is going through a phase.
w.c: 3.3k (porn with a microscopic amount of plot)
warnings: dom! yunho, sub! reader, venom should have his own warning bc bro is NASTYY (so is yuyu đ¤đť), partial mind manipulation? on yunhoâs part? bc venom is in his head? idk, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, teasing, fingering, hand kinkâŚ.,, SIZE KINK., manhandling, pussy eating, tongue kink, raw feral sex (doggy + missionary), bro has a monster cock, also monster fucking!! bc venom takes over <3, cum eating, breeding kink, bulge kink, dacryphilia, mind break, record breaking creampie
a/n: listen âŚâŚ.i LOVE venom, the things i would let venom do to me would set humanity back at least fifty years. NOW VENOM YUNHO ON THE OTHER HAND,, oh boy. boyyyy oh boy. i donât think i have to explain myself when it comes to that combination bc this fic speaks for itself lol. are you curious now? why donât you give it a peek then, hm? (・â˘Ěá´-)⧠and then lemme know what you thought of it pretty please? <3
song rec: new woman - lisa feat. rosalĂa (get it bc heâs a new man - bc of venom - đź)
fictober 2024
âAnd just where have you been, Jeong Yunho?â you asked your boyfriend in a more teasing manner than anything, once he snuck in past the sliding glass door of the balcony, getting up from the couch you were waiting restlessly on. When he stood there silently just looking at you through the white eye shaped sections of his mask, you pouted, nervously wrapping a lock of hair around your finger. âJust be honest with me and I wonât be mad, okay?âÂ
Despite the lack of sleep, you were ready for him this time. He wasnât about to casually sneak in or out of the house another night that week without you catching him. Usually, you wouldnât have been concerned because you were used to him being gone when there was crime taking place or a super villain that needed to be brought to justice, but recentlyâŚyour boyfriend was acting strange. He was starting to become moody and secretive, opting to brush you off when you asked him about it. Yunho had even taken up using substances in his free time, finding him drunk or high off his ass in the apartment when you got home from work. The final straw was when you came home one night to find him in the kitchen with freshly dyed hair and new piercings he had given himself, a few empty boxes of black hair dye and bloody safety pins laying haphazardly on the kitchen counter.Â
Yunho took off his mask and rubbed at his eyes like he was tired, leaving a bit of smeared eyeliner underneath them, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his frayed jacket, the one that was slightly zipped just enough to cover his iconic red suit.Â
âShe knows about us,â said the annoying parasite that had just recently made a home inside him. âWe should eat her.â
âNo, Iâm not doing that,â Yunho grumbled, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.Â
You walked up to him, gently putting a hand on his chest. âYun, I just wanna know where you were at, thatâs all. You know I respect your space,â you murmured, your pout growing slightly, your eyebrows upturned with concern.Â
âSheâs looking at us with those big round eyes again, Yunho,â Venom told his host, letting out a disgusting groan only he could hear. âItâs gonna make us hard. If weâre not going to eat her, letâs fuck her, at least.âÂ
âMingi asked me to take care of some douchebags that had been causing trouble at that new club he works at. Thatâs all, baby,â Yunho replied softly, reaching down to press the back of his hand against your cheek, before cupping it. He noticed the teary look inside your doe eyes. âHey, are you okay?âÂ
You nuzzled into his big warm hand, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hold your boyfriend close. âIâm fineâŚIâve just been worried about you, Yun. Youâve been acting a bitâŚdifferent.âÂ
âLetâs show her just how different weâve become, Yunho,â Venom egged him on, knowing Yunho could feel just how much he wanted to break through the barrier of his hostâs mind and take control. âSheâll love it.â
How could he possibly explain to you that he was always in a never ending battle with a frightening otherworldly parasite that had found its way inside of him? You would be so scared and disgusted, youâd probably never trust him again. He couldnât risk losing you, not when you were his only anchor to the normal life he desperately craved, and the first person heâs ever felt this strongly about.Â
âIâm just going through a phase, I think,â Yunho expressed wholeheartedly, resting his hands around your waist, his thumbs slightly pressing into your hip bones through your sleep shirt, feeling just how delicate you truly were. You were so small compared to him, practically swimming in one of his band t-shirts that you regularly wore to bed; you were so tiny and cute, andâŚâMalleable,â Venom finished. Yunho couldnât tell if the parasite was influencing all of his thoughts or if he was just that perverted.Â
âDo you wanna talk about it, Yun?â You pressed yourself closer to Yunho, feeling his large hands enclose around your small waist, making you feel a bit dizzy. When he shook his head, you tilted yours, wondering if what you felt pushing against your middle was exactly what you thought it was. âOr, do you want to take me to bed?âÂ
It had felt like forever since Yunho had touched you, kissed you even. You had almost forgotten what it was like to feel him inside you, filling you up over and over again until his love spilled out. Just the thought alone made your body begin to overheat. Was it wrong of you to take his simple answer at face value? Should you have pushed the issue, instead of letting him push you back into the wall of the hallway? You werenât sure, but you were just grateful that your boyfriend still wanted you like this.Â
âDid punching those guys at the club make you this horny?â you asked playfully, a sudden shiver of pleasure shooting up your spine when Yunhoâs warm hands snaked up underneath your shirt and began groping at your tits.
âSo horny,â Yunho joked back, a shaky exhale escaping his bobbing throat as he swallowed.Â
 âNnngh, I didnât know fighting crime did it for you, Yun.âÂ
âKnowing Iâm already getting your little pussy wet just from this is whatâs doing it for me, baby,â he whispered into your ear, having to practically lower himself to your height just to do so, able to clearly hear the breathless moan that left your lips. Yunho was already breathing hard, his mind swimming with constant racing thoughts that all pertained to his pretty little girlfriend and what he was going to do to you, squishing your soft flesh in between his slender fingers, using his thumbs to rub your hardening nipples in teasing circles.Â
It had felt like eternity since Yunho had allowed himself to feel you underneath his touch, to even simply look at you with unbridled lust. He wanted to see all of you, witness the way you completely opened yourself up to him. It was driving him insane. Was it selfish of him to give into temptation when there was something else living inside him? Something that he knew was taking even more pleasure in this than he was? He wasnât exactly sure, but he knew it was far too late to stop now.Â
âLet us see her tits, Yunho, they feel so nice inside our hands, we need to see,â Venom demanded, desperately shaking the bars of his figurative cage.Â
When Yunho tugged your shirt up and over your tits, your gasp became muffled, your eyes widening as he stuffed the hem of the shirt into your mouth. You were going to close your legs to keep your arousal from spilling down your thighs, but your eager boyfriend pushed his larger one in between them.Â
âYouâre so pretty, angel,â Yunho cooed softly, admiring the way you began to grind your cunt against his thigh, despite the sheepish expression you offered him, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth from witnessing such a display of pure desperation. âLook at you goâŚrubbing yourself all over my thigh like a horny little slut.âÂ
âN-not a slut,â you whimpered softly, his insult causing a fresh wave of slick to leak out onto Yunhoâs torn jeans. âJust need you, Yuyu.âÂ
âHer breeding hole needs to be trained to handle my size. Do it now,â Venom growled into Yunhoâs mind, growing more and more demanding by the second, very aware that his host was starting to lose control of himself.Â
âYeah? How about this?â Yunho pulled your panties to the side so that he could watch as your greedy cunt swallowed up one of his long, bony fingers to the knuckle. âIs that enough, baby?âÂ
âI meant with your human sized cock, you insufferable prick,â Venom chided, simply not understanding the pleasurable benefits that prolonged foreplay could offer being the inhibited hothead that he was.Â
Something about the way Yunho was taking his time with unraveling you, the way he was drinking in the sight of your bare body with pure lust inside his dilated eyes, all while he had one of his digits plunged inside you. It made you pulse and squeeze around it. âF-full.â Â
âBut I barely fit one finger inside you, sweetheart. Whatâll happen if I put another?â Yunho suddenly tugged your borrowed t-shirt up and over your head, leaning in close to your face to catch the way your breath hitched as soon as he slipped another finger inside, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot each time he finger-fucked you, earning a few whiny moans from his beloved girlfriend. âOh, thatâs right. You turn into my little sex toy, donât you?âÂ
âY-esss, Yuyu, just for you, fuck,â you cried out, hooking your arms around his neck to keep yourself from completely melting into the floor.Â
âThatâs a good girl,â he groaned into your ear, quickly stuffing his thick digits into you, unable to get Venomâs ungodly thoughts out of his head all the while, unable to keep himself from shoving a third finger into you, your slick walls pulsating around him. âYou think youâre feeling full nowâŚjust wait till my cockâs inside you.â
Gasping, your nails dug into his back through his clothes. âOh my god, Yunho, give it to me, please, please, please,â you whined breathlessly into his neck, trembling in his arms as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. âN-need your cock in me.âÂ
âFuck, I canât believe youâre already begging to be fucked like that. I almost forgot how much of a needy little slut you are when you need cock. You like the thought of me stretching out your little pussy that much, huh?â He smiled against your heated skin when you whimpered and nodded eagerly, not allowing you to witness the brief moment his eyes turned completely black. âI just might split you open.âÂ
You almost didnât recognize your boyfriend when he tossed you onto your shared bed like you weighed close to nothing, and you certainly didnât recognize him when he manipulated your limbs until you were laying with your head down against the mattress and your ass up in the air. Usually, he wanted to do missionary, so that he could kiss and look at you when you both came undone, but now, now he had you in a position that was apparently âperfect for breedingâ, or at least, thatâs what you thought you had heard him mumbling about from behind you.Â
âNowâs the time, human. We must show her how great we are,â the alien reminded Yunho, delighted that his black parasitic poison was now making its way through his hostâs veins, showing up from underneath his milky skin. It was changing him in ways that would most definitely benefit all three of you.Â
Yunho squeezed his large hands into the sides of your ass and spread it open, hyper focused on your dripping cunt and how it struggled to accommodate his obscene size. âPoor babyâs so tiny, my little princess can barely take me inside her pretty cunt,â he sighed, pulling out just enough to send a few strands of spit onto his own cock, lubing up the base of it and pushing back in, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as he heard the broken cry that left your drooling mouth. âLooks like weâre going to have to break you in.âÂ
You felt like you were losing your mind. Your boyfriend had just barely bottomed out inside of you and you were already about to cream yourself. And, it mightâve been the cock drunk state you were in, but you swore to god that his dick got bigger. It felt like it was kissing your cervix already and he hadnât even moved yet. Not to mention, it felt so hot inside you, and there was so much pre-cum coating your walls, you almost thought he had came prematurely, but he wouldâve been asleep and snoring away already if he did.Â
Yunho violently interrupted your train of thought by slamming his hips forward, letting out a deep, long groan as though he were experiencing euphoria. He grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back, tucking them together so that he could hold them both with one large hand, and quickly got to work, yanking you back onto his cock, using you like his own personal sex doll. âThatâs fucking it, isnât it, angel? You like that? You fucking like that?âÂ
âYeah, fuck me,â you moaned back, realizing this âphaseâ of Yunhoâs was one of the best things that couldâve ever happened to the both of you, previously unaware that something this rough, something this animalistic, could feel as good as it did.Â
âSheâs ours, sheâs ours, Yunho, fuck, weâre going to cum inside her,â Venom blissfully announced into Yunhoâs head, fully taking over his host in that very instant, gracing Yunho with the symbioteâs much more endowed features.Â
It was then that you let out a sudden gasp, the air that quickly filled your lungs leaving as a wavering moan of pleasure instead. It was almost as if Yunhoâs cock had grown twice in size. You didnât even know how that was possible, but you were too lost in the moment to question it. âSo big, itâs so fucking big, Yunho, nnnngh, itâs gonna break me,â you exhaled, quickly pulling at the sheets once he gifted you partial physical autonomy, your eyes beginning to disappear underneath your eyelashes.Â
âThatâs right, pretty girl, and youâre going to keep taking it all, even after Iâm done impregnating you,â Yunho agreed huskily, bending over you until his overheated body pressed into your shoulders and back, his long fingers curling around the softness of your hips. Just as his never ending seed spilled into you and made its way into your womb, Yunho dragged his long tongue up in between your straining shoulder blades and along your neck, savoring your flavor. He truly wanted to eat you, unable to stop drooling, but the annoying mortal he shared this body with wouldnât let him. Venom figured he would have to settle for the next best thing. Â
You didnât even have a chance to finish shaking, let alone take a breath, before you were being lifted up and lowered back down onto your boyfriendâs face, your cunt fitting snugly between the curves of Yunhoâs lips and nose. Just as he lapped at your extremely sensitive clit and slit, you couldnât help but jolt away, his forearms suddenly locking tightly around your middle. âO-ohâŚ!âÂ
âHold still. Need a taste of this pretty cunt,â Yunho growled under his breath, angling his head back and opening his mouth wide enough so that he could explore the entirety of your used cunt, licking and drinking up the mixed arousal that spilled out of you to his heartâs content.
âY-yunhooo,â you whined pathetically, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself from passing out from the pleasure that was overloading your mind, looking down to watch how he eagerly nosed at your clit. âFuck, iâll cum againâŚâÂ
âThen, do it, princess.â Just as he swallowed down more of your wetness, he realized it wasnât enough, unable to keep himself from sliding the entirety of his tongue inside you, feeling you clench around the base of it.Â
âOh my god, your tongue, itâs soâhaaaah,â you reacted breathlessly, digging your nails into the wood of the headboard, the longer his serpent-like tongue slithered in and out of you so seamlessly, unable to fully understand how any of this was possible. When the thickest part of his appendage rubbed at your g-spot, you saw white around your vision, your ears ringing, unable to hear the filthy slurping sounds Yunho was making underneath you as he drank up your squirt.Â
When you came to, you were back underneath Yunho, in the missionary position he loved so much, yet this time it was profoundly different. His eyes were as dark as his freshly dyed hair, one corner of his mouth split open, inviting a myriad of long, serrated fangs, all while black wispy tendrils clung onto one side of his face like a second skin. You realized too late why Yunho was acting so out of character, and that you were never actually alone with him the past few weeks. You had an uninvited guest, an alien symbiote known as Venom, to be exact â and here you were, face to face with him, his disgustingly oversized cock stretching you wide open.
âOh god, youâre actually going to split me open, what the fuck,â you gasped sharply, clutching the sides of Yunhoâs cheeks, your fingers tugging at the ends of his sweaty hair.Â
âSilly human, as much as weâd enjoy seeing that, you wonât split apart. You have a prime body for breeding, didnât you know?â he chuckled darkly in a two-toned voice, pressing his hand down into your abdomen to feel the sheer size of himself protruding through your lower belly each time his hips routinely smacked into yours. âWe knew Spider-manâs pretty little girlfriend would make a perfect host for our offspring. Just look at you, youâre taking us so well.âÂ
You didnât know what was going to break your mind first, the fact that you were essentially being used as a breeding tool for an alien that would take great pleasure in swallowing you whole, or the fact that your cunt was eagerly swallowing up something so absurdly large, its heavy girth and width stretching you so wide, it felt as though you would fall apart at any given time. Despite the insanity of it all, your body and mind welcomed it, creaming yourself on his alien cock.Â
âGood girlll,â Yunho praised, letting his long slimy tongue slip out to lick up the side of your cheek until he tasted the salt from the tears that fell down your face. He fully sheathed himself inside you one last time, before his large hands cemented around your waist, holding you completely still as his hot load joined the other one he had previously fucked into you, his heavy breaths warming the skin of your neck. âThatâs it, princess, take it all, just like thatâŚâÂ
You could hardly breathe, let alone move, simply laying still in your boyfriendâs arms, taking everything he gave you, as wave after wave of cum coated the insides of your aching cunt and flooded womb, some of it spilling down the insides of your legs and dripping onto the stained sheets below. It felt so good to be filled up in such a way that you came again without direct stimulation, letting out a broken cry, before Yunho silenced you with a kiss.Â
When you opened your teary eyes, your boyfriendâs previously monstrous traits were gone, instead replaced with his usual soft, flushed features that you adored so much. You watched him open and close his mouth, as if he didnât know what to say. You pressed another kiss to his lips, gently running your fingers through his hair. âShould we go to the drugstore to get Plan B?â
Yunho gave you a goofy, though apologetic smile, leaning his face into your neck to give it a few kisses. He pulled himself back up to face you, his eyebrows upturned. âD-do you think it would work on an alien symbiote?âÂ
You patted his head, knowing what you signed up for when you decided to date the Spider-man, figuring one of his superhero friends would have a solution for the both of you. You gave him a soft smile, happy when he returned it. âIf not, letâs get a refund.âÂ
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A/n: This is honestly the BEST fic I've ever written! I took a lot from prompts I found on this site and the smut scene is inspired from a book called "The Kiss Quotient." (It was just so damn good). This fanfic is also inspired by my original fanfic, "Douchebag" Tengen x Reader. ALSO, I AM WORKING ON YUTA FICS, SO DON'T WORRY! Word count: 3.5k
Synopsis: Gojo Satrou was a man of many things. It would be hard to find anyone in the jujutsu world who hadnât heard of his name before, whether that be through his many wins in battle or his reputation as an A-class player. Some describe him as eccentric, and others (mostly girls) describe him as irresistible. You? Well, you on the other hand would describe him as nothing else than an utter, complete, douchebag. Warnings: Enemies to lovers,  teasing, fingering, intense kissing for a sec, squirting, use of pet names, belly bulge, cervix fucking, breeding kink, virgin!reader, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, choking ~
You scoffed, watching through the classroom window as a clearly frustrated old man stormed out of the building, no doubt a higher up. No doubt the work of Gojo Satoru. "God I hate him." You hissed, turning to face a dozing-off Shoko and your other friend Haibara. The classroom you sat in was almost empty, bathed in the soft light of midday filtering through large windows. Sparse shadows stretch across the well-worn wooden floor. Rows of desks, mostly unoccupied, face a dusty chalkboard at the front. "Who Satoru?" Shoko yawned, leaning into the palm of her hand to face you. Haibara lets out a loud chuckle. "Why? Because he's an ass to higher-ups?" He nods to the window and you click your tongue against the rough of your mouth. "No, it's because he is an ass in general. His whole 'holier than thou' attitude, and don't get me started on the way he treats girls." You practically shiver as you remember the time you saw some poor girl from Kyoto Jujutsu High profess her love to the white hair man, only to run away sobbing. "I swear to god it's like he expects us to kiss the floor that he walks on, he's.... infuriating" "Who's infuriating?" Oh god, you knew that stupidly deep voice anywhere. You whipped around to find yourself face to face with the very tall white-haired man you were talking about; a shit-eating grin spread across his infuriatingly handsome face.
âYou couldn't be talking about me, could you?â Satoru's voice dripped faux shock and you rolled your eyes.
âWell you know what they say, speak of the devil and he shall appear.â You spat.
âThat must be why you love using that pretty mouth of yours to talk about me so much.â Satoru lowered himself to close the provoking height difference between the two of you until your noses were inches away from touching. âCause ya love having me around doncha.â
In that moment you have to conjure up every ounce of self-restraint to not spit in his face there and then, and luckily your friends catch the drift. "Hey Satoru! What are you doing here?" Perked up Haibara who reached out his hand to dap Gojo up. "Well, Suguru and I are heading for a night out today, small club, and I thought, out of the kindness of my heart," You scoff and Gojo merely grins and continues, "I'd invite you all. Drink on me of course." As Satrou's invitation lingered in the air, you noticed Shoko's ears perk up. Her curiosity was piqued, a subtle lift of her eyebrows betraying her interest. You bit your tongue, the taste of reluctance sharp against your teeth. The idea of going anywhere with Satrou was far from appealing, but knowing your friends might join made it harder to outright refuse.
You crossed your arms defensively, leaning back slightly as you fixed Satrou with a skeptical look. "And why would you want me there?"
Satrou's lips curled into a half-smirk, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint."You're annoying, I'll give you that," He took a casual step closer, and leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "but I never said you weren't fun."
His words, intended to irk you, did their job well. You glared at him sharply, the frustration evident in your furrowed brows and the hard set of your jaw.
Satrou chuckled.
âGreat, Iâll take that as a yes then, I'll text you guys the details.â He turns around to walk out of the classroom. âSee you guys there!â
There was a silence as you all watched Satrou walk away before Haibara turns to look at you. âSo are you going to go y/n? Come on it will be so much fun!â
âYeah no way in hell.â
~ You were a liar. You were a liar because here you were, leaning over the counter of a bar in a club that was far from "small." The nightclub was a pulsing, chaotic hive of activity. Neon lights flashed in syncopation with the deafening throb of electronic dance music that shook the very air. The club was jam-packed with bodies moving rhythmically, the heat from the mass of humanity palpable as the scent of sweat and sweet perfumes mingled. The bar surface was sticky under your arms, and the occasional spill from a too-hastily poured drink added to the chaos of sounds and smells around you. You lazily stirred the thin red straw into your drink, trying to politely ignore the creep who wouldn't stop talking to you.
Somehow, in the maze of gyrating bodies and blinding strobe lights, you had lost both Shoko and Haibara, leaving you stranded at the mercy of this clueless conversationalist. Despite the roar of bass and the chatter of dozens of conversations, his words seemed to bore into your ears, relentless and unyielding. He leaned in closer than necessary, trying to make himself heard over the club's cacophony, not realizing or perhaps not caring, that you were more interested in plotting an escape than in anything he had to say. "And might I say you look gorgeous tonight." It took everything you had not to scoff at this creep's words, but before you should shut the man down, you felt an arm wrap around you. "Everything alright love?" Oh god. You knew that voice anywhere. As you turned, you were met by Satrou's piercing blue eyes, their color vivid even behind stylish rectangular sunglasses. The multicolor flashing lights overhead caught in the threads of Satrouâs light blue button-up, making it shimmer subtly, and the fabric clung just right to his broad shoulders and tapered waist, hinting at the well-defined physique beneath. You hated the fact that your brain immediately noted how damn good he looked. His arm was wrapped around your waist drawing you close and you had to bite your tongue from frowning at the pet name he had given you As he leaned in, his voice was low, a soft murmur over the noise of the club, "This guy bothering you baby?" His tone was teasing, and you could detect the challenge in it, as if daring you to admit that his closeness and pet names affected you just as much as he knew it did. "Of course I'm fine baby!" You smile brightly and for a second you think Satrou looked a bit taken aback. If playing along got you out of this situation so be it. "This guy, I'm sorry, what's your name?" You glance back at the creep who had turned bright red. "I'm sorry, excuse me." You watched as the man disappeared into the throng of the bustling crowd, your attention fixed until he was well out of sight. Only then did you turn back to Satrou, the false warmth on your face instantly transforming into a cold, hard glare.
"Thanks for that, but you can get your hand off me now," you said, your voice icy as you tried to wriggle out of his hold. Despite your efforts, Satrouâs grip on your waist remained firm, unyielding.
"And why should I? I think we made a fantastic couple," Satrou cooed, a teasing lilt in his voice. His eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly enjoying the moment far more than you.
You rolled your eyes, exasperation seeping through. "You really think I would fall for something like that?"
"Why? Did you?" he probed further, his smile widening, eyes searching yours for any sign of genuine affect. Anger started to boil up inside you as your attempts to escape his grasp remained futile.
"I don't think you understand the dynamic here very well, Satoru," you began, your voice low and deliberate, each word punctuated for emphasis. You stepped closer, invading his space as much as he had invaded yours, your eyes never leaving his. "Let me make this crystal clear, I'm not someone you can just fucking conquer, and I'm certainly not one of those girls who's gonna kiss the ground you walk on with your whole 'I'm the strongest' act," you seethed.
Your face was mere inches from his now, your breath mingling, the tension palpable. "Because I know what you really are, Satrou," you hissed, the anger in your voice barely contained. "You're a fucking douche bag." "Oh? Is that so."
Satrou's expression shifted subtly, the amusement fading into something more measured, more cautious. He studied you for a moment and you took the chance to wiggle out of his grasp and make your way through the crowd on the dance floor toward the door. The beat of the music pounds in your ears and throughout your body making your synapses jump like beans in a tin can. You can barely see the floor, only flashes of bodies you frantically tried to push past. Before you can make it to the back door, a hand grips your wrist tightly enough to halt your forward rush. Above the din of the pulsating music and amidst the strobe-lit shadows of dancing figures, Satoru's face comes into view. You feel your breath catch in your throat. God his is beautiful. Strobe lights catch and accent every one of his sharp features alighting them in a multicolor color hue. He pulls your wrist to him so you're close, too close. You can smell the old spice shampoo from his hair mixed in with some sort of sweet cologne. It's a smell that makes you want to bury your nose into him over and over again. "Jesus fucking Christ y/n" he breathed his eyes searching yours. "How long are we going to keep this thing of ours going?" You furrowed your eyebrows. âOur thing? What thing?â
âThe thing where we act like we hate each other but actually want to fuck the brains out of each other.â Your eyes widen and you feel your face grow deathly hot. You try to step back, get some space, some room to breathe, but the hand on your wrist keeps you from doing so
âI-fuck youâ the words come out of your mouth more soft and meager than you intended to, and you find yourself locked into his blue gaze.
âBelieve me, I've thought about it.â His voice is low, and his face isn't painted with a shit-eating grin like it so usually is, he's serious and his eyes are soft. Fuck it. You can no longer hear the lyrics to whatever song was playing, only a soft dull hum of the beat in your ears. Immediately your lips are on his. The kiss is frantic, hot, messy. The club's pulse thrummed through you like a second heartbeat, the noise and chaos all but forgotten in the singular focus of his presence. You could feel one of his large hands on the small of your back, drawing you in until there was no space left between the both of you. Your mouths clashed against each other as if you were both seeking something vital, something long-denied. Satoru's lips were insistent against yours, moving with a fervor that matched the pounding bass surrounding you. You whined as his tongue slipped into your mouth, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the firm press of his chest against yours. The scent of his cologne mixed with the smoky air around us, intoxicating and heady.
Your mouths separated with a soft pop, and Satoru is grinning while you're left dazed, breath heavy and chests rising and falling after it. "How bout you say we get out of here Princess."Gojo's voice was a low murmur, his breath warm against your ear as you broke from the intense kiss.
Before you could even respond, a dizzying rush enveloped you. The loud club vanished in an instant, replaced by the quiet, dimly lit ambiance of his bedroom. You were suddenly on his bed, the soft duvet beneath you a stark contrast to the hard dance floor we'd just left. Right, he can teleport. You forgot about that. Wait was he... where are you going to... Before you can get a word in, heâs once again engulfing your lips with his and pulling you into a feverish kiss in which the two of you canât seem to get enough of each other. The moment one pulls away to breathe, the other is immediately searching for their lips again; intertwining tongues and teeth clashing together recklessly.
Your hot, everything is hot, your body is burning up by the second and thereâs a sickly sweet feeling in your stomach that keeps on expanding as time passes. You whine into his mouth when you feel a hand slip under your skirt and lightly trace the outline of your slit with his index finger. You're painfully wet; your arousal has made a large spot on your underwear translucent. âJust touch me,â you whined, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldnât make either of you wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. You threw your head back. "Ahhhh, more please." He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering your wetness. He parted you with two fingers. You let out a gasp when he hit your clit and started to rub it in small circles. You tried to say something, anything to explain how hot you were feeling right now, but your words were lost against his soft lips. The taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him so close against you, skin to skin. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only you and Satrou.
âYou feeling good baby? Satrou speaks slowly, breath on your neck and voice in your ear making you shiver. You bite your lip and nod like any words that came from you would ruin it. You almost wince when you feel two fingers slip into your tight hole. "Jesus, fuck. You gotta relax princesses." He chuckled, knowing far to well that the tightness was going to feel delicious around him. Two fingers worked into you, and your eyes rolled back into your head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue nipped and sucked the tender skin of your neck. You couldnât prevent her hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, you were riding his hand. That had to be bad. You told herself to stop. You couldnât. Somehow, you found your hands tangled in his short white hair. Your body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now you could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into you. "Hnghhh.... so good." You squeezed your eyes type, becoming focused on the tightening feeling of your core and the blossoming warm pleasure. Your legs started to tremble under the unbearable pleasure and your back arched against the bed as if your body was trying to escape the euphoric feeling that coursed through your skin. "Thatâs it, fuck, beautiful girl... such a natural submissive...." You want to tell him he's wrong, all this pleasure wasn't because of his egotistic ass, but it'd be a lie. And as if on command, all feelings come to a heightened crescendo; explosions of euphoria clouding your brain causing your toes to curl from pleasure and your body to shake like a leaf.
It takes a couple seconds after you calmed down to realize you squirted all over Satoru's hand and all blood rushes to your face turning you a bright red.
âOh my god in so sorry I didnât-â
Your voice dies out as you watch Satrou pull off his shirt, revealing his extremely built body and toned muscles, to wipe the liquid off his hand. You donât even notice that he had pulled out his dick until you feel something pressing against your entrance, making you look down and your eyes widen as you do so. Your stomach inwardly twisted, filled with the sickly excitement and your breathing started to quicken. "Shhhhh baby," Satoru cups your cheek and kisses your forehead. It was a sweet gesture despite everything happening right now, a gesture that made your heart swell and your mind yearn for Satoru. The stretch of his dick spreading your walls is insane. No amount of preparation could've prepared you for the length of Satoru's dick. You feel it heavy inside you and Satrou pushes into you until he can't push anymore, until his hips are flush against you and the tip of his length is smushed against your cervix. The pleasure of that alone felt numb, unbearable, you needed friction, you needed him to move. You practically faint when he first thrusts into you in earnest. It's euphoric; the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he backed his hips up. His cock pulsed inside of your silky walls, stretching you to the fullest capacity as he bottomed out again and again. "Oh fuck." Satrou groaned. He was no longer grinning, Satoru's playful resolves vanished and his smile quickly dropped. He knew you'd feel good, but he didn't expect how good you'd feel. The feeling of his hand he had fucked himself to the thought of you for so many nights was nothing compared to the real thing. It was too much, the feeling of your wet soft walls gripping him so tightly. How was he able to live without your pussy in the first place? The pleasure built rapidly, too potent, too insistent. He kneeled over you, a groan escaping his lipsâa raw, primal sound that vibrated through the charged air between you. Satorus thrust your quick and hard, a clear display of strength and endurance he had gained from years of jujutsu training. "Been thinking about this, so long, bet you have to have ya~"
As Satrou's long, deliberate fingers encircle your neck, a thrilling chill races down your spine. He applies pressure gently at first, then with a firmer, insistent grip that gradually restricts your airflow, sending a wave of exhilaration through your senses. The world around you narrows, focusing intently on the point where his skin contacts yours, heightening every other sensation that courses through you. His other hand slips under your bra bra to grab and massage your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipples.
"Satoru..! Ahhhh..! I..I, fuckkkkk can't handle this.." You had no strength to answer him, only offering wanton moans in retort as he continued to wreck your body with his completely brutal thrusts. The pain of him hitting the tip of your cervix nearly every time mixed with his hand squeezing your throat it was just all too much.
Satoru. Satoru. Satoru
"Slow down.. please im gonna ahhhh~" Drool slipped passed your lips and you writhed and squirmed at the feeling of hot euphoria passed over your body in flesh arrow. "Gonna cum? Fuck baby, let's... let's come together m'kay?" Satrou almost stuttered. His body had kicked into autopilot, and a deep primal need for you settled in as he thrust in and out, creating a methodical rhythm that echoed in your ears. Your ankles lock around his lower back and you cry out when the head of his cock kisses your womb, your legs shaking as you feel yourself start to be thrown into an intense orgasm. You want to say something about the weird feeling in your stomach, how your skin is buzzing but it's all too much, and before you know it your tumbling toward the edge. It feels like your whole body was shot with electricity and color dances in your eyes as you float in ecstasy.
"Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~" He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. Satoru doesn't pull out as you both come down from your high, instead watching you intently as you ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Wanna do this again?" He chuckles.
"Fuck, yes, please."
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âPREPARE FOR TROUBLE
starring.á keigo takami x rumi usagiyama x tĹya todoroki x reader
synopsis.á âprepare for trouble and make it double!â An innocent night of fun with your ill intentioned bestfriend ends in bumping and grinding with a heroic duo.
warnings.á SMUT, fem!reader, alcohol use, drug use (weed + coke), clubbing, one night stand, foursome (ffmm), public sex, unprotected vaginal + anal sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, overstimulation, fingering, creampies, pegging, spit, spanking, slapping, hair pulling, biting, squirting, exhibitionism + voyeurism, feather play, temperature play, pet names (princess, doll, dove, honey, mommy + daddy) used
word count.á 10.6k words
m.mutt đŻ this is a refresh/rewrite of an older fic i have since deleted on tumblr! this fic is/has been cross posted on my ao3! i hope you enjoy!!
SWEATY bodies bump and grind against each other as loud music plays in the humid club. Girls sit in seats at the bar, flirting with sleazy men hoping to get a free drink and cash. Douchebags hit on everything they see with thighs and breasts as if they were chicken.
It made you feel gross.
Clubbing was definitely not your favorite activity in the world. The only reason you still sat in this place was due to a text you had gotten from your friend, an offer to save you from boredom under his own rules, of course.
On a night like this, youâd rather be sprawled across your bed. Masturbating to whatever degenerate porn you could find that caught your interest for longer than a minute.
You sat at your little table, tucked away at the back of the club, sipping on the half-empty drink in front of you. Your friend had run off to grab more drinks and hadnât returned in a while. You were so tempted to flirt your way into another drink, stronger than whatever fruity concoction you had ordered the first time.
Come on now, itâs not like you didn't wear this dress for nothing. The way it hugged your skin and complimented your curves was sure to lure in anyone willing to spend their money on you.
It seems youâd have to resort to that soon considering a dark-haired demon, left on your own.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear though. After what felt like an hour, the familiar mop of black hair crosses your peripheral and slides into the seat across from you. âYou left me, asshole.â You complain and he snickers, setting a drink in front of you.
âSorry, princess.â A soft smile tugs on his scared lips, accented by his snake bites. âGot a little distracted.â He digs in his pocket, tongue poking from between his lips in concentration. You grab your plastic cup and sip the liquid from the little black straw.
âOh, fuck.â You hiss at the taste, this was much stronger than your previous drink. âThis is what I needed. Thank you, Dabi.â You smile sweetly at the man across from you as he sends a wink your way. âAnytimeâŚthere it is.â His hand is quickly pulled from his pocket. A rectangular tin, a lighter, and a small clear baggie are tossed onto the table.
âYou wanna get fucked up, princess?â A sly smirk splays across his face in the dim club lighting.
Hesitantly, you crack open the tin seeing about seven blunts laid side by side, in the clear baggie was loose white powder. âItâsâll I could grab, my plug is going out of town.â You continue to stare down at the items on the table as you sip. âYou obviously donât have to, but Iâm definitely gonna do a line or two.â You weighed out your options, looking back up at him.
He looked pretty in the low lighting, the soft blue tones of the flashing lights illuminating the lower half of his face. Perfectly concealing him in mysterious shadows. Dabi was always pretty though, scarred flesh molded into an alluring figure.
You stop your meticulous studying of his face before focusing back on the substances before you.
You grab a blunt from the tin and pull it to your lips. âYou mind?â Cerulean eyes light up and his smirk grows. âAnytime, doll.â The flame sparks on his index finger and he holds it out to you. You lean forward, lighting the end of the blunt and taking a few puffs while it is held tight between your lips. The smoke flows freely as you sit back and blow it out.
ââS a new strain, tell me how yaâ like it.â Dabi lights his own, holding it between his teeth for just a moment. He takes his drags like a pro, watching as you relax into your seat after each puff. âI thought you were stayinâ relatively clean?â You bump the baggie on the table.
Dabi huffs a laugh, averting all eye contact he once held. âThereâs no point anymore.â He says it as if it were the easiest thing in the world. You wouldâve pressed but, itâs hard enough being the friend of a villain.
Making him regress into his shell wouldn't help.
âSee anyone you like?â Heâs changing the conversation. âNope. Everyoneâs boring.â You take another drag, blowing the smoke down onto the table. âI see what you mean, princess.â Dabi leans back in his chair, eyes scanning over the room. âNot even a bimbo to fuck for the night, this blows.â - âYou wanted to come here!â You mention as he sounded so bored.
âFor once this place is empty, full oâ normies.â He rolls his eyes. âWhy do you typically come here?â You finally ask, leaning forward to hear him better.
âI used to meet my dealer here before he switched locations. Maybe find a piece oâ ass or two but tonight itâs dry.â Dabi downs the rest of his drink, setting the cup on the table.
âDidnât a new club open like a few blocks away?â You lean down to sip your drink again. âThink so, but thatâs one of those high-end places. Only pros and horny fans are gonna populate that joint.â He remarks, grabbing his cup and scowling at its emptiness.
âFuck, Iâm gettinâ a new drink.â He huffs, pushing off the table. âYou want another, doll?â He quirks a brow as he towers over you. âNah, Iâm alright thank you.â Dabi shrugs and walks off.
You sat at the table, taking drags from your blunt and sipping your drink. At least the music in this place wasnât bad. The DJ playing an upbeat RnB song. You sit by yourself for some time, gently swaying in your chair. The liquor and weed were hitting now.
Eyes slightly blurry as you dazed off into the distance, music flowing through your ears. You were on cloud nine, with no clue of how much time was passing. You snapped from your daze when your phone buzzed violently on the table.
Unlocking it, you open your messages and see Dabi texted you.
hey
heyyyy
read
doll
doing a line off this blonde assss
read
shits magical
read
you left for a drink??
sent
took a detour
read
You hadnât even noticed he took the tin and the baggie. At least you still had your blunâyour eyes trail over and notice it had burnt out a while ago.
âDamn it!â
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you rest your chin on your hand. He was going to be awhile. What was the point of ever dragging you to this club if he was going to go fuck some bitch and leave you lonely? You had no interest in flirting with any of the randoms who danced or sat by themselves.
You knew you had a few admirers here, they gawked and mumbled as you walked past but, with Dabiâs intimidating demeanor and your lack of interest, you knew theyâd never show up.
You watch as a couple across from you make out. Hands in their hair, tongues down their throats, and their hips rocking against each other. You made a face of disgust, a festering jealousy broiling within you.
You debated leaving the club, catching a ride, and going home. It wasnât often you got to hang out with Dabi but, if he were actually here and not spending his time elsewhere you wouldnât be in this predicament.
There was no way home that wasnât sketchy or incredibly inconvenient. So, you should grin and bear it. Fuck Dabi, his short attention span, and his high sex drive.
âWhatâs a sweet thing like you doing here all alone?â A hand grabs the back of your chair, grazing your skin. You flinch, turning quickly to see an older man with golden and silver teeth. He was nursing a cup in his unoccupied hand. ââM not alone.â You pick your drink back up, needing to keep it close to your body.
âOh, I know. I saw that jackass walk off with some pretty boy not too long ago.â The man circles your table, sitting in Dabiâs previous seat.
âSo, he ainât your boyfriend. Heâs too busy chasing after the same tail.â The man laughs, loud and hearty. It made you uncomfortable so, you laughed awkwardly. Hoping Dabi would save you. âYou smell good, baby. Like earthy and shit.â - âWeed.â You curtly mumble, pulling your cup back to your lips. âYouâre smelling weed.â You take a long drink, hoping he would just get the hint and walk off.
âHow about you dance for me, hmm?â You furrow your brows, looking at him as if he had three heads. âIâve been here all night and havenât seen yaâ dance. Câmon, sweetness.â He leaned forward, resting more on the table. You go to send him off before he pulls out a wad of cash.
Your reaction was very visible. Eyebrows pulled high, jaw slightly falling slack, and eyes wide. The man laughs at your reaction. âI can make it worth your while.â He offers, with a grungy smirk.
âWhatever you want.â You take the offer and stand.
Before you could move on to dancing, you finished off your drink knowing youâd need to be more intoxicated to do this. Your body sways with the music and your hands trace your figure. Mind hazy from the drugs and alcohol, eyes watching the other figures move in the dim lighting, only truly appearing when neon lights flickered over them.
The DJ changed the song to a more sensual new age song, appealing to the young adults and older clubgoers trying to stay relevant. Your hands run up your thighs, lifting the skirt to your black velvet dress, showing just a few centimeters below your panties. The man watches from the table, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
You flash him a smile and scoop your breast from your dress, holding the soft mounds in your hands. You pull a nipple into your mouth, sucking on the bud before adjusting your appearance so no one else would see. If you were gonna put on a show for money, you were gonna do it right.
Your tipsy, fluid dancing was disrupted when a body pressed against yours. A smirk curls up on your lips as you begin to grind your ass into the figure behind you. With a quick swivel of your hips, you determine your partner is either a woman or a grower.
The hairs on your neck stand to a point as hot breath brushes against your smooth skin, making slight arousal begin to form in the deepest pits of your stomach.
The mysterious figure grabs your waist, pulling you taut against them. As your back collides with their chest you realize your intruder is a woman. âHi, princess.â The womanâs husky voice sends tingles through your body and straight to your hot cunt. âHey.â You replied, continuing to grind into the womanâs lower half.
âYou look absolutely delectable, honey.â Her tongue seemed to whip at the top of your ear, leaving saliva to cool and send goosebumps down your arms. âYou havenât even seen my face,â You quip, reaching you and behind you to hold her neck.
âWhat if Iâm a horrid creature.â A soft fan of breath hits your neck again as she laughs. âIâve been watching you from afar for a while, princess.â
You noticed she was hiding you as you danced against her, your bodies concealed from the man watching you. Her hands softly rub at your hips, trailing to your ass whenever youâd lean over to throw it back. Pussy flooding with slick as you feel her hardly noticeable thrusts against you as you grind your ass against her.
âWhereâs your boyfriend?â She asked words like the melody of a jealous love song. âHeâs at home,â
You whispered, making the woman pull back a little. âHeâs pink, silicone, and needs to be plugged in after I cum.â You laughed at her reaction. âFuck,â She laughs. âYou scared me, sweetness. Thought I was gonna have to beat a prick up tonight.â Your heart fluttered for a moment.
âYou beat a man up for me? Already?â You were flattered, truly flattered a stranger would be so forward. âHoney, I know Iâd do anything for you.â
Her words were thick and sweet, almost silencing your rampant mind from the question on the top of your tongue. Who is the stranger who decided to dance with you?
Reluctantly, you pull yourself away from the woman leaving your body tingling and begging for her warmth. You turn to face to view your mysterious female partner and your heart pounds faster.
Your eyes widen at the sigh of the tall woman. Hair as white as snow draped down her back matching the fluffy ears atop her head, a contrast to her deep, brown skin. The lilac two-piece she worse accentuated her vermillion eyes.
âHi, honey bunch.â She bats her gorgeous lashes at you, clearly taking note of how you guffawed at her.
She looked so strong. Her torso was covered by a low-cut, spaghetti-strap top. Her thighs, lord her thighs, muscles bulged from the confines of her maxi skirt, the same color as her shirt. Her breasts nearly spilled from the top, muscles flexing from their cotton prison.
She was going to ruin you. âYou okay? Am I losing you, honey?â Her hand comes up to cup your jaw, gently stroking one spot by your lips.
Her red-painted lips spoke words of honey and like a bee, you latched onto every word.
ââM fine, youâre really pretty.â You compliment, your fingers coming up to play with the ends of her blazer. âWhy thank you, love.â Her gaze was so intimidating, deep vermilion eyes boring into yours with lust. Your lust-filled grinding had stopped due to your admiration of the woman before, making you feel out of place from the other club-goers around you.
âI want you.â You murmur before pulling back from her. A tan, manicured hand reaches out quickly to grab your own, keeping you at armâs length.
The woman watches in confusion as you shake your hand free and throw her a smirk.
You move into the light, trailing hands up and down your body as you sway. The song playing was sensual and slow.
Your eyes trace over the womanâs form as you dance by yourself, knowingly teasing and seducing her. Pearly white teeth sink into her red-painted bottom lip as she watches you lift your dress to flash your panties in the large crowd. Two fingers dip into your mouth, collecting saliva and trailing down your body. Your hips buck slightly as your fingers come into contact with your wet panties and your sensitive clit.
You gently caress your clit and softly moan.
Red eyes darkened with lust as she grabbed you again, pulling you by your hips and holding you close. âOho, seems Iâve got myself a little slut, hmm?â She chided, staring down at you. âYouâre fucking filthy, huh?âShe seemed to moan, blown pupils concealing her blood-red gaze. âDid you like the show?â You ask, giving her your most innocent look and licking your lips.
âI loved the show, honey. I wanna see more. I wanna see your cunt drip with arousal and cum after I eat you out.â The womanâs mouth like velvet as she brushed her lips against yours. Shaky breath leaves you as her hand's cradle and squeeze your ass. âI never caught your name, princess.â Your arms come to rest upon her shoulders. âI never threw it,â You giggle, making her give a stern look.
âIâm ___, I like âHoneyâ a lot though.â Your teeth gently sink into your bottom lip. âNameâs Rumi.â Rumi, a pretty name for an even prettier girl. It replayed in your mind, an echoing melody. Rumi, Ru-mi, Roo-Me, Ruh-oo-me.
Rumi.
Sheâs pulling you away before you can argue, leading your pliable form to a booth across the dance floor. You glide through crowds and slip past people, hands interlocked as you walk.
Itâs disorienting when Rumi pushes you onto the pleather seats, sliding in beside you. Itâs pathetic how your cunt throbs when her hands rest on your hips. âYouâre so pretty, honey.â Rumi's grip is possessive as if you were her prize for the evening.
âLook at you,â Her hands are roaming, creeping up your torso until theyâre cupping your breast. A staticky feeling fluttered through your body at Rumiâs touch. Eventually, her hands move up to your cheeks, smushing your lips together. âBeautiful.â She leans in and softly kisses you.
Rumiâs hands eventually find their way to squeeze and grope at other parts of your body. Your lips are interlocked, tongues briefly intermingling. Rumi breaks the kiss, leaving you to pant hopelessly.
âYou want me?â You nod, stupefied. With a quirk of her brow, you compose yourself enough to scramble a plea. âIsnât that what I said on the floor?â Rumi smirks, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you once more. Your lips meet, hers soft and sweet, a subtle burn behind her kiss from her previous alcohol consumption.
Rumiâs hands cradle your head and grasp at your hip. The kiss is deepened as her tongue glides against your own. As if your bodies were magnets you found yourselves gravitated towards each other. You shuffled onto her lap, your thighs strewn across hers as she held you closer.
Rumiâs hands escape to your waist as yours escape to hold the back of her head. Almost swapping positions. She grabs and gropes, pinching the skin and grinning as you cry out. Your mind is foggy, youâre present but, your bodyâs on fire.
You feel good, better than good. Your core throbs and aches, hips bucking as you beg for attention. Rumi obliges your silent pleas, she gently strokes your thigh. Skilled fingers just barely brushed against the thin fabric of your panties.
Your lips move in sync, her dominating yours as you submissively accept. Rumi teases your sensitive skin, dragging her nails drown your thighs, roaming towards your ass only to move away.
You pull back for air, panting heavily as Rumi kisses your neck. Hazy eyes darted around the club, hoping no one was watching you and your newest lover and it seemed as if you both were invisible to the intoxicated crowd. They were dancing, drinking, laughing, anything but, looking at your booth.
You pull Rumi back by her hair and smash your lips against hers. She admired your bold move but, shut you down soon after. Her teasing finally comes to an end as her fingers rub against your clothed clit. Your cunt leaks with arousal, the sticky fluid clinging to the panties adding the pool on the thin fabric.
Rumi pulls your panties to the side and slides her finger through your soaked cunt, collecting the juices you produced. She pulls back from the kiss and shoves her two fingers into your mouth, replacing the warm feeling of her soft tongue. Your eyes, wide and naive, stare into hers.
âGo on,â She gives you an encouraging nod. âTaste yourself.â This wasnât your first rodeo by any means yet you felt so intimidated by her. Her presence alone was enough to make you feel small, almost insignificant.
Slowly, your tongue dances around her fingers. Between each digit and over each knuckle, you clean her finger of your arousal and allow her to slip them away from your mouth.
Rumi's saliva-slick hand trails back to your throbbing core and her finger traces your clit, applying pressure, making you moan.
Her eyes bore into yours, asking for permission before she continued with her insatiable and filthy acts. âYes.â Your voice was soft but Rumi heard you loud and clear. Her fingers began their descent into your hot, wet cunt. The way they curled and scissored against your walls forced moans and gasps from you.
You were thankful for the upbeat, loud song the DJ had chosen to play.
Rumi's fingers were like magic, bringing you quickly to your impending orgasm. Your hips rock with her motions hoping for more friction and control. Rumi notices your tactic and pins you in place, giving you a stern look when you pout. âYou take what I give.â She mumbled, staring down at her fingers sliding into your slick pussy.
Her eyes watched as your pussy throbbed with every movement and arousal leaked into her hand.
A loud moan makes Rumi look up at you. You sat slouched on the booth, teeth sunken into your hand and eyes squeezed shut. âYou close baby?â You nod rapidly as the knot in your stomach nearly bursts. âYou can cum baby, go ahead. Cum for me, honey.â Rumi kisses your neck and ear.
A strangled moan gets caught in your throat as the tension finally snaps as your orgasm washes over you. Cum drips down onto the seat and into her hand making her praise and console you. âYou did so well for me honey.â She praises, rubbing her free hand up and down your trembling thighs.
âSo good for me.â Your heart pounded and your head seemed hazy, not only from the activities you had engaged in earlier. You pant and whimper as you calm down for the erotic scene. Rumi smiles down at you, watching as you come down from your high.
âCâmon baby, come back to me. Floatinâ off too far.â She kisses your forehead, cheeks, and nose. Anything to jump-start your mind. Soon your eyes refocus, settling on the hulking form before you. God damn, isnât she gorgeous? âThereâs my pretty girl.â She coos, smiling. âIâd take you somewhere to continue this but, I didnât show up alone.â Rumi waves, looking over you, raising her hand, and then focusing back on you.
âDoesnât mean we canât relax though.â Your walls throbbed and you realized she never removed her fingers. âOh, sorry love. Wanted you to be more attentive before I overstimulated yaâ.â The white-haired woman suddenly leans over you protectively, flashing a smile at whoever is approaching.
âThank you.â Her voice was thick. A waitress places two trays of drinks on the table. The smaller woman bows and skips off leaving you two alone.
âYouâre starinâ, pretty.â Rumi grabs one of the drinks and downs it. You hadnât even realized your eyes never left her. Honestly, besides the overall brain fog, you were still trying to decipher who she was.
You wince, as everything around you seems to become louder. Itâs like a kick in the chest. This sudden clarity shocks your senses, sobering you from all previous events. You almost feel winded and dizzy.
âBreathe for me, honey.â You do as told, shutting you as she holds you. Her fingers shift within you, pulling a heavy whine from your chest. Rumi coos softly, rubbing her thumb over your aching clit to soothe you.
Slowly, her fingers are pulled from your aching cunt, leaving you empty. Itâs crude, the way she grins at your watchful gaze. Rumi pulls the digits into her mouth, groaning at the taste of you. You watch with bated breath as she cleans herself before pressing a kiss to your lips.
âIâm gonna need to taste you again before the night ends.â Her voice is sultry and silky. You nod dumbly.
You're moved back to your spot beside her, a hand resting on your thigh for comfort. Sheâs forcing you to drink water as she talks, itâs a little hard to hear her over the music but, you were just happy to be looking at her. Suddenly, she catches something in her peripheral.
âYou bastard!â She shouts to a figure approaching the table.
âWalkinâ with a fuckinâ limp? Already? I thought you could hang Mr. Takami.â A bashful blonde strolls up to the table. âShut up.â The man whines as another figure approaches behind him. Rumi laughs as you notice the man behind the blonde.
Fucking Dabi.
Both of your eyes widen seeing each other. âDid you bring your toy to meet me?â Dabi stared at you in shock, impressed but, shocked nonetheless. âNo, I need to take a seat.â Rumi laughs a sound that focuses you. âWell then, this is ___. Honey, this is my best friend, Keigo.â
Holy fuck. As if this night couldnât get any goddamn better. Of course, he had to choose the one blonde who was best friends with your hookup.
âHeyo.â Keigo slides into the seat across from you. âThis is Dabi. Dabi, Rumi.â He gestures towards the woman. Keigoâs a pretty blonde, average height with a nice build but, you couldnât see much dark, collared shirt. Behind him, pressed between his back and the booth were a set of vibrant red wings.
A pair you had seen on television and Dabiâs phone many times.
âSo howâd you two meet?â He asks as he pulls Dabi to sit beside him. âSaw her on the dance floor,â Rumi's arm comes to wrap around your shoulder, keeping you close. âSheâs so fluid when she moves.â A smug look falls on Keigoâs face.
âWhat about you?â Rumi asks, stopping Keigo before he speaks further. âOh, I saw hiââ He is interrupted by Dabi. âSaw him in the bathroom, he let me do a line off his ass.â His nonchalance made the statement feel so natural as if the words he said werenât totally absurd.
âYou were in there for much longer than just âdoing a line.ââ Rumi presses. âYouâre a smart girl, you saw the limp.â Dabi chuckles, grabbing a drink from the tray before him.
âHow come my business gets aired out and Rumi gets to stay quiet?â Keigo pipes in.
âOh relax, birdie. Maybe later.â Rumi takes her shot. âIâm kinda curious too.â You kick Dabiâs shin, making him laugh. âItâs fine, Iâll pry it out of the bird later.â You all laugh, grabbing shots and chatting.
You're sticking looking between Rumi and Keigo. Back and forth as if you were almost programmed to do as, analyzing them. The markings by Keigoâs eyes, Rumiâs ears, and muscles. âYou alright there, dove?â Keigo asks, noticing your movements. Dove.
It finally clicked and you felt like an idiot.
You had been dancing with a pro. Mirko to be exact. You were kissing and grinding and letting Mirko touch you. The Bunny hero was seen as any lesbian's wet dream. Her muscled stature, boisterous personality, and glowing face made her easy to love.
Dabi on the other hand had been with Hawks. Japanâs heartthrob and favorite hero. His charming words, striking quirk, and gorgeous looks left everyone in awe.
The Mirko and Hawks. The Bunny and Bird duo most of Japan would drop their panties for.
âYeah, Iâm fine.â You grab another drink from the table, quickly downing it to suppress the sudden onslaught of thoughts. âWhere the hell have you been, doll?â Dabi spoke from his spot across from you. âI could ask you the same.â He gives you a look, one that says âI asked you first.â
âNeed I remind you? You left me.â You stated matter of factly. âI was propositioned by an old man for a grand.â Rumi chimes in, âI can attest to that, I saved her.â Dabi just rolls his eyes, used to your typical dramatics. âDid you take it?â
âNot the point.â
âLook, at least I gave you a heads up.â He argues in defense. âNot really.â A look of annoyance crossed his scarred face. âYeah, yeah. I told you Iâd be busy.â
âNot with fucking Hawks.â You muttered to not alert anyone who may have been eavesdropping. âOh well, told you it was a blonde.â Dabi shrugs as if that removed all the blame from him. âBesides you didnât tell me it was Mirko.â
At his words, you shrink on yourself. The truth finally spills from your lips. âI didnât realize it was herâŚâ The man blinks at you in silence before erupting with laughter. âHow do you not realize youâre getting fingered by Mirko?â Keigo and Rumi do their best to suppress their own giggles.
âWill you shut up?â You whisper-yell in embarrassment. âAw come on, donât give her a hard time,â Keigo speaks after calming himself. âThe only reason we come to this shithole is to go unnoticed.â Which made sense, everyone seemed so focused on their own worlds.
âSo,â Rumi hums from beside you. âHow do you two know each other?â You sigh dramatically. âHe is, unfortunately, my best friend.â Dabi rolled his eyes, leaning back and folding his arms to rest behind his head.
âYou adore me.â He replied smoothly. âLoathe, you. Thereâs a difference.â You correct him. âSure, like you would know.â The dark-haired man scoffs, looking over at the crowd.
âSeems like thereâs something more than friends here.â Keigo admits. âHeâs not my boyfriend.â
âDidnât say that but, thereâs something.â You lock eyes with the hero, studying his features in the dim lighting.
Although your way of life and line of work prevent you from being too involved with heroic affairs, youâve seen Keigo before. His glowing skin, perfect hair, shiny wings, and stylish clothes. Heâs gorgeous, in person and on screen.
He looks different before you, obviously out of hero attire and a professional setting. His normal get up replaced by a black collared shirt and matching jeans. Although a visor no longer obstructed the view of his golden eyes, his saucer-like pupils did.
âWhat did you do to him?â You asked, remembering Rumiâs remark about his walking. âWhy do you wanna know? Fear youâre missinâ out?â He laughs, throwing an arm around the blonde.
âHell no. Shut up!â You pout, leaning further into Rumi. âDonât get so defensive. You know I gladly will.â You can feel a slight jealousy brewing inside of you, almost making your eyes twitch. âTake you in the back and bend you over. Want me to take a line off your ass too?â The rattle of his deep voice went straight to your cunt.
âOr do you wanna go back to mine?â You shift in your seat, cunt throbbing and panties soaking once more.
âThatâs enough.â You grumble, face flushed. Dabi knew the perfect way to get under your skin, especially if he wanted something. âI mean, I really wanna get out of here.â Keigo leans his head on your friend's shoulder.
Dabi grins as Rumi also agrees. âWe have a place nearby, itâs easier that way.â She says, not even giving you a moment to speak. All parties seemed to agree but you. You watch as Dabi kisses Keigoâs foreheads before whispering something inaudible in his ear.
Your cheeks are pinched and your fave is turned towards Rumi. âWe should head out,â Rumiâs voice filled your head as she gets closer. âI wanna get you outta this dress.â She nibbles at your ear. âDoes that sound good to you? Goinâ to a hotel or somethinâ and lettinâ me wreck this pretty pussy?â You have to stay quiet so you donât moan. âY-yes, please.â Your voice, weak and trembling.
Rumi and Keigo glance at each other and give a nod. âLetâs go.â Rumi helps you up from the booth, holding onto your arm as you wobble for a moment. She brushes herself off, quickly linking arms with Keigo.
âLook at me.â A rough voice commands, fingers finding your chin. You're forced to look into Dabiâs intimidating gaze. âYou okay?â Before you can speak heâs brushing lint off of your dress and fixing your hair. âIâm okay, Dabi.â His thumb cautiously wipes stray eyeliner from beneath your water line.
âWe can dip at any time. You wanna stop? Weâll go. Understand?â You nod quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. âGood girl,â He pressed his lips to your forehead, making your eyes flutter shut. âDonât need you puttinâ yourself in a bad situation fâme or because youâre starstruck, mâkay?â You nod again.
âI need words, pipsqueak.â A shiver wracked through your body. âOkay..â-âGood, thank you, princess.â You and Dabiâs relationship is more than complicated. You're not together by any means but, you keep the bed warm for each other. Heâs never shown particular interest in you, besides your time spent together and jokes to mess with you.
Dabi has taken it upon himself to always be your caretaker. He's always there, even if you donât see him. Especially in a situation like this, heâd never let you sleep with someone without his presence. For some reason, you abide by his rule.
âI drove us here, keeps things more inconspicuous,â Rumi says, tossing some cash on the table. âIâll go pull the car around, thereâs a lounge in the back.â She straightened her dress and threw her long hair into a bun. âKei,â The blonde peers around Dabi. âGet them back there and I'll let you know when Iâm here.â - âI gotcha. Câmon guys.â
Rumi kisses your cheek before she leaves, giving you a wink before she disappears into the crowd. Dabi throws an arm over your shoulder as Keigo grabs his hand, leading you all to a dim hallway lined with pictures and tacky decor.
A security guard and a black metal door were the only things here and as you approached man opened it. Four large men, dressed in security uniforms, turned to watch you enter. âEveninâ.â Keigoâs voice was chipper, he even wore a smile.
âJust waiting for our ride. Do you mind?â The men look at you, eyes flickering up and down. âRight this way Mr. Takami.â One of the men rises from his seat, unclamping a velvet rope and pulling the curtains back.
âRoom number four is cleared, sir.â You follow behind them, entering the dim room. âWell, arenât you helpful? Iâll be sure to leave a good tip.â You looked to Dabi. âYâalright?â He murmurs, continuing to keep you close.
âIâm okay, I swear.â You nudge your head into his shoulder. âYouâve been all over the place, princess. Mind keeps wanderinâ away.â Keigo takes a seat, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Dabi lets you go, following Keigo's lead. He sits with enough room between him and Keigo for you to squeeze in. âCâmon, get comfortable.â Dabi pats the space. Both of their thighs were spread, leaving you practically no room to sit without sitting in them.
âRumi shouldnât be too long but,â Keigo tucks his phone away. âShe parked on the other side of the street.â He shrugs, adjusting his position. âMight as well take a seat.â His gaze was predatory, the way his hips shifted, exposing his dickprint.
You roll your eyes and take the seat, ending up spread on their laps. They donât mess around, hands quickly coming to touch and rub at your figure. Their faces in your neck, kissing at the skin and tickling you with their breaths.
âYouâre so pretty, dove.â Keigo mutters, his hand squeezing at your thigh. âI like this color on you.â Dabi nips at your lobe. âThank you.â Youâre already breathless, almost overwhelmed by the attention youâre receiving.
âDid you say âthank youâ to Keigo?â He asks, voice husky. âThank you, Keigo.â You pant out, locking eyes with him. âGood girl.â Dabi coos, his hand coming to cradle the nape of your neck. âIsnât he pretty?â
You're positive your pupils match Keigoâs. Dilated and hazy but, full of lust. His hands creep around your waist as he pulls you close. âMhm,â You hum, entranced with the man before you. âYou should kiss him, pretty.â He felt like your conscious or the little devil sitting on your shoulder.
âFor me, yeah?â Egging you on for mutual satisfaction. Keigo kisses you, unable to take the tension much longer. Lips mashing, hands roaming, and soft groans rumbling from your chests. Dabi watches with a wide grin, one hand on your neck and the other on Keigoâs clothed dick.
He would occasionally squeeze both of you, relishing in your moans.
Keigoâs hands move to your breasts, squeezing the flesh in his palms before slipping his hands beneath the fabric. He breaks from the kiss to ogle your tits, pressing his face between them, kissing them, and sucking on the skin. âKeigo, shit.â You bite your finger to suppress your sounds.
Keigo worships your tits. Lapping at and sucking on your nipples, tweaking them between his fingertips. He left hickeys in his wake, covering your chest in lovebites to remember him by. The warmth of his tongue in your sensitive nipples flooded your cunt.
Dabiâs hands left their positions, soon one was trailing up and down your thigh. The other was unbuckling his jeans and delving beneath the fabric of his boxers to stroke his aching erection.
You grab Dabiâs hand, placing it exactly where you needed him. His large hand covered your entire clothes cunt, his fingers press along the fabric. âOne time not enough?â He asks in a hushed tone. âPlease, I donât ask for much.â
âYeah right.â Dabi scoffs but, obliges your plea. Your panties are shifted to the side exposing your soaked pussy to the cold air. You whine loudly as his finger presses against your clit, the skin-to-skin feeling almost foreign.
The men had focused their attention on you. Keigo worshiped your breasts as he stroked himself. Dabi made quick work of stimulating your clit, drawing tight circles in the bundle of nerves. Your juices were coating his fingers, causing them to slip occasionally.
âYouâre soaked.â Dabi coos, allowing his fingers to glide through your slick folds. âYaâ like me spreadinâ you open?â You mewl at his words, squirming in your spot. He snickers, watch as you watch him attentively, awaiting his next touch.
Two thick digits circle your aching cunt before delving into the source of slick. Your back arched at the intrusion, hands flying down to grab his. Dabiâs fingers slowly pump into you, rendering any fight against him useless.
Youâre soon weak, laid across him and Keigo, on display for anyone who may pass through. Your cunt squeezes around him, gushing from the slightest ministrations. You're already sensitive, having an orgasm ripped out of you once before.
Now Dabiâs assault on your poor cunny felt like overkill. His thumb was pressed to your clit, tight circles traced on your skin, his fingers deep in your core, Keigoâs hot mouth on your tits.
Itâs becoming too much.
âKei, câmere.â Dabi broke the static of your moans, guiding their faces together before locking into a deep kiss. You're pliant and needy beneath them, helpless watching from below as they make out. It's slow, passionate, something that makes your heart skip a beat. They seemed comfortable as if theyâd been in this scenario before. Knowing, Dabi, they have.
Keigo writhed in his spot, softly thrusting into his hand for any kind of friction.
Dabi refuses to skip a beat, his fingers increase with pace. You cry out from beneath them, soaking the fabric below you.
Dabi breaks the kiss, pulling Keigo up and into his lap. âSâfuckinâ pretty.â He mutters, grabbing the blondeâs jaw. Heavy eyes, filled with lust, meet your own. You stood dumbly in the room, fingers twisting strands of hair. âFor someone so hellbent on gettinâ fucked tonight, youâre beinâ quiet distance.â His brow quirks up, asking you to give him some excuse.
âDoes it feel good, princess?â
âSpeak up.â
âIt feels so good, please donât stop!â Your pretty eyes are full of tears, pleading with him to keep going. Keigo, ever the pleaser, locks you into a deep kiss. You hum in contentment, eyes fluttering shut. Keigo is quick and needy, a predator devouring his prey.
His kiss was hungry. All spit, tongue, and teeth. Hands wandering, tugging, and squeezing at whatever they can find.
Keigo pulls away almost as quickly as he sprung towards you. Heâs a panting mess of blonde hair and disheveled clothing. âI need to taste that pretty pussy.â He heaves between bated breaths. âYaâ gonna let me, dove?â He doesnât give you a moment to speak, latching onto your neck once more leaving pretty purple marks against your skin.
âCarâs out back letâsââ Dabi is the only one coherent enough to notice Rumi in the doorway, sending her a two-fingered wave. She watched as you writhed in Keigoâs grasp, soft moans spilling from your spit-soaked lips.
âI hate to break the party up but, if we donât leave right now Iâm gonna slut you all out in front of everyone.â
None of you waited around for another order. Scrambling to dress yourselves and exit the dingy building. It didnât take long to get to their hotel, a ten-minute drive max.
Rumi sat in the driver's seat, struggling to keep her eyes on the road. The rest of you piled into the back of the vehicle, a perfect distraction for your driver. Grinding, kissing, moaning, spanking each other. Her eyes would flicker between the streets in front of her and the backseat.
Rumi desperately wished she could just watch, pull over to the side of the road, and throw all caution to the wind. She wanted to watch as you and Hawkâs sloppily made out in the backseat, tongue tangling and grinding against each other's thighs but, the rearview mirror would have to suffice.
Once arriving at the hotel, she helped untangle the mess of limbs and escorted you all to their room. She scolded Keigo as he nearly sunk to his knees in the elevator, reminding him of the cameras watching their every move.
You had to behave until getting into their room and once you did, you were aghast. Your eyes widened as you looked around, no longer focused on your partners behind you. âThis place costs more than my rent.â You awed, looking around. Rumi and Keigo snicker, licking up and getting comfortable.
Thereâs a sudden gust of wind, lifting the skirt of your dress and youâre surrounded for a moment by a plume of crimson. You turn, and watch as Keigo stretches his wings. They almost double in size, effectively dwarfing you beneath him. He wore a proud smile on his face, wings back to their full appearance.
âSorry, dove. Feels weird not having them around.â You yelp as something brushes against your nipples before a red feather slips from between your breasts and onto the wings of the hero before you. âPervert.â You tease, making him chuckle.
âCome with me.â Keigo takes your hand pulling you behind him. He leads you from the entryway to the closed door of the bedroom. Two feathers pushed the doors open revealing a stunning bedroom. Your jaw falls in shock once more.
The room was huge, decked in neutral-toned colors, floor-to-ceiling windows, mood lighting, and a large bed in the center. âSeems like you two were planninâ on bringinâ someone home.â Dabi's voice made you jump, he stood in the doorway beside Keigo.
âIt wasnât exactly Rumiâs plan.â He admits, leaning against the taller man. Dabi pulls the hero close, pressing a kiss to his hairline. You were too enraptured with the room to hear their conversation only for Keigo to speed past you.
He collapses onto the bed, sprawling out onto the sheets of the massive bed.
You jump feeling a quick smack to your ass. âGet on up there, princess.â Dabi coos, following behind Keigo. You watch as he kisses the blond, straddling his waist, and pinning his hands beside his head. âYou heard him, right?â Rumiâs voice scared you. âRelax, honey.â
âAnd take that pretty dress off, I wanna get a few things.â Rumi was already taking off her heels, allowing them to clatter to the floor.
You followed her orders perfectly, stripping yourself of your dress only to be stopped by a warm hand. âLet me help you.â Dabi stared at you with such intensity and lust, a look youâve seen from him many times but, this was different. A kind of gentleness resting behind his gaze.
âDaââ He hushes you. Carefully, his hands slip beneath the strap of your dress, knocking them off your shoulders. âCalm down, doll.â His hands were hot as they pulled your dress down your legs, lips attached to your skin, leaving lavender memories for you to find later.
You're gently pushed onto the bed and he follows suit, back to kissing your sensitive skin.
Keigo moves to the other side of you, kissing your thighs in worship. You felt as if you were on a cloud, having two men adore your body felt amazing. The men met at your hipbones, staring at each other over you before leaning in for another heated kiss.
Their tongues tangled with each other, strings of spit slipping from their mouths and down onto your heated skin. You writhed and whimpered, watching the two men delve into such intimacy. Keigo's hand was quick to find your clothed cunt, dragging his fingers up and down your soaked folds. Your hips canted up, breaking their kiss. âCalm down, princess.â Dabiâs voice made you shiver, heart pounding harder in your chest.
His scarred lips are pressed against your panty-clad clit, eliciting a beautiful moan from your kiss-swollen lips. He sloppy kissed your clit, laving over it with his tongue, moaning each time you writhed beneath him and the blonde.
A throat clearing makes your eyes snap open.
Rumi stands at the end of the bed, lilac strap-on standing proudly before her. âI see you all are getting along well.â She gets a chorus of moans in return. Your panties were soaked in drool from the men, all of it mixing with your arousal and making it drip and coat your cunt and ass. âSuch a sight for sore eyes,â Rumi crawls onto the bed, slowly. Dabi and Keigo slowly pull back from your cunt as she made her way towards you. âSuch obedient boys, hmm?â She grabbed their jaw.
Keigo melted immediately, a doe-eyed look on his face while Dabi was the complete opposite. A look of annoyance and embarrassment washes over him before he pulls from her grip.
âThank you for gettinâ her nice nâ wet fâme.â Her red gaze was now on you and you nearly cried. She was all muscle and curves.
Heavy tits sitting perfectly on her chest, thick thighs on full display, wet pussy hidden by her harness and strap. She noticed your gaze, spitting on her hand and slicking up the toy. âYou wanâ this? Hmm?â She hums, teasing you without even touching you. âYou want Mommyâs big cock inside you, baby?â You whimpered loudly, nodding quickly. She laughs at you, loud and mean. âYeah? Okay, Iâll give it to you, honey.â
She leaned down, hovering over you. ââM gonna ruin you, baby.â She teases your slick folds with the tip, dragging it down from your clit to your sopping hole and back up again. She repeated this motion several times, watching as your resolve slowly broke until you were clinging to her and whining for her to just, âPut it in already!â
She answered your prayers soon enough, her thick cock splitting you open on her pretty strap. A moan is ripped from the deepest parts of you. âFuck, so tight.â Her eyes stared down at your hole, watching how your walls held her. Rumi pulls out slowly, pushing back in just a little deeper. She keeps her thrusting at a steady slow pace, watching as you squirm beneath her.
You were growing slightly impatient, wrapping your legs around her waist, trying to push her deeper. She ignored your pleas and pinned your arms as you went to grab her. âMph-please,â You beg, getting tired of the slowness. âF-Faster, Mommy.â Her ears perked up, her body going rigid for a moment. Her tail moved quickly, tickling your ankles and calves. She kicked into overdrive, pulling out quickly and pounding into you with a loud âsquelch!â You felt all of the air get punched out of you and you didnât even get a moment to recover.
She fucked into you quickly, thick cock slamming into your cervix without care. You keened and cried, happy you got your wish. âFuh-fuck yes, Mommy!â You cry, tears wetting your hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. âMore-muh-more!â Her pretty hands wander down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on your soaked cunt.
Her other hand dragged over your figure, gently stimulating you but, making you beg for more. Your eyes roll to see Dabi mounted behind Keigo, the younger male's wings spread and twitching as his eyes roll. Finger digging into the fabric as he cried out your best friendâs name.
The ghost-like touch of her hands caressing your bosom and the heavy pressure of her strap, deep inside your gummy walls, made you squirm.
Some cry out when they cum. Backs arched and lips open in a shout. Theyâll cry for their mothers, god, or anything their lust-hazed minds can possibly name in the heat of the moment.
You were definitely a part of that group.
Whenever your hands or your silicone toy has brought you to another orgasm, youâd cry out and arch your back in ecstasy before falling back into the comfort of warm sheets.
Now you cried out her name, back arched high off the bed as you cum just for her. She laps it all up, her non-stop thrusts dragging it on for what felt like ages. âSuch a good baby,â She coos, bringing her lips down to nibble at your collarbone. âThere you go, cum âround this strap, honey.â You cried out at each sharp thrust, feeling her so deep inside you, that it drove you crazy.
Your silky walls throbbed, slick continuing to leave rings of creamy white around her strap. Your hips jerked suddenly, trying to pull away from her. âToo much? Hmm?â You nod quickly, breathless and lightheaded. Your bleary vision focused on Keigo next to you, eyes crossed as Dabi fucked him into oblivion, drooling trailing from between his pretty swollen lips.
âOkay, okay.â Rumiâs thrusts come to a stop as she stays nestled inside you. Her lips wrap around your nipple, gently sucking at the hard bud. âSo good, baby.â She hums, tongue curling around your bruised breasts.
âGonna let Mommy cum, hmm? Mommyâs gonna cum for you, baby.â She kisses your chest, removing her hand to rub at her own clit. Her heavy strap rested against your cunt and stomach. Her mouth covers your own, allowing you to swallow each of her moans as she draws herself over the edge.
Soon, she came so prettily. Moans flowed freely as she tossed her head back before burying it into your neck. She shivered against you, kissing your neck and rubbing your hips.
You two lay in the aftermath, lulled into relaxation by the steady moans and thrusts of the couple next to you. A wing suddenly smacks you in the face, forcing your eyes open in frustration. Keigoâs back was arched so prettily. Wings fanned out, mouth hung open as rope after rope of cum splurt out from his throbbing cock. Dabi soon toppled over the edge after him. Filling him to the brim then, pulling out to watch it pour from his abused hole.
You all lay in the bed, catching your breath after all of the pent-up sexual tension came to fruition.
âFuck,â Dabi was the first to speak. âNeed ânother blunt.â Keigo laughed, rolling onto his back. Rumi nuzzled your neck, pressing more kisses. Dabi sat up, stretching himself out, getting up to grab his coat. Rumi sat up, removing her strap which left pretty indents on her dark skin. Dabi returned, holding a baggie and his packet of papers.
Dabi leaned to the side, using Rumiâs nightstand to roll a few blunts. Everyone took a moment to breathe, coming down from their long-awaited orgasm of the night. You knew it wasnât over though. Golden eyes traced over your bare skin, flickering from your blissed-out face to your still-dripping cunny.
You could feel the throb from your cunt once you see his cock, slowly twitching back to life. You two kept your eyes on each other while Rumi and Dabi spoke. You both slide closer to each other, sitting with still a bit of room between you two.
Suddenly, you two surged towards each other, lips locking in a heated kiss. Hands roaming all over each other's figures. Pulling hair, grabbing feathers. You both pull away, panting and sloppy. âWanâ you to suck my cock, baby.â He was slightly out of breath, puffs of air fanning your face. âWanâ fuck âhis pretty pussy.â He was still slightly delirious, both of your eyes practically mimicking hearts.
Your hands drift down to his already hard cock, gently stroking him as he cooes so prettily beside you.
âSuch a pretty cock, Kei.â
He whines and keens, your thumb swirling around his cockhead, collecting any stray precum. You stared down at the blondeâs cock lovingly, enjoying his purrs and moans. Your cunt was throbbing, slick leaking down your thighs and onto the sheets. You need Keigo, desperately. You hardly wasted any time. Dropping down and wrapping your lips around his pretty cock.
His hips cant up into your mouth before you held him still, suckling his pretty head while he cried beneath you. âS-so good, ___! Feels so fuckinâ-ah!â He was so sensitive from his previous fucking, twitching wildly in your mouth and already pumping drops of precum into your mouth. âSâfuh-hmm!â He tosses his head back, running his fingers through your hair before grabbing a decent handful. Dabi and Rumi sat on the sidelines.
Sharing a blunt between the two of them, watching you both indulge in each other. Keigo panted erratically. Already feeling the burn of overstimulation from his previous heavy orgasm. Your mouth was his vice, one he couldn't get rid of. A few feathers part from his vermillion wings, caressing over your body. Carefully winding around your breasts and legs, squeezing tightly onto your nipples.
âFuck, fuck! Need taâ ma-make you feel good ___!â Keigo gasps out, followed by the buzzing of a toy Rumi set on the bed early. He teases your hole, circling the cylinder around and coating it in your juices. You initially jumped once it made contact with your clit, taking the blondeâs cock further down your throat and moaning around him.
Pleased by your reaction, he continued to circle your clit and slap it against your sobbing cunt.
Finally, he plunges the vibrator deep inside of you, the thickness of it filling your walls and making you cry out. He kept his cock deep in your throat, fucking into your warmth while his feathers continued to please you. The two on your nipples curled and uncurled, effectively pinching you. The small one on your clit, buzzing quickly and making you gush. Several around your body, gently dragging up and down, keeping you on this edge.
His pretty hands brushed your hair out of your face, wanting to watch as you fell apart for him. âSâgood, baby!â He tosses his head back with a loud moan. âFuckinâ hell! This mouth so fuckinâ good, âm gonna cum down yerâ throat, dove!â He was losing his composure, wings unable to stay still as they fluttered and trembled. He was writhing beneath you, fully caught up in the pleasure of your mouth as you bobbed on his cock.
Your walls were tight, squeezing around the buzzing toy. The rope in your stomach was unraveling as you gagged and choked on Keigoâs cock. Each sound forces you closer and closer to your own orgasm. âPlease, please!â He begged, seemingly to any higher power. Dabi leans over, stroking his hair and kissing his face. âSuch a good boy, Kei.â
âCâmon, cum for her, Keigo.â Rumi joined in, rubbing his chest and hips.
âIâmâgah, ahâfuck!â His lips part in a silent cry, an angelâs plea. Tears were running down his face, matching your own. You two came together; Your walls squeezing around the silicone toy and his cock pumping into your throat. He emptied himself into your mouth. You came with him, gushing around the toy as you swallow his cum. As an attempt to slow your breathing, you drink aloof his arousal. Pulling off his now softening cock with a dopey grin only to fall onto him in exhaustion.
You laid nearly lifeless over top of Keigo. Rumi and Dabi quickly come to your aid. Pulling you off of each other. Rumi cradles the shaking blonde, stroking his hair as he cries. You curled in on yourself, quivering as tears rolled down your cheeks. âOh no, itâs okay. You both did so good. So good.â Your mind couldn't process what was happening anymore. Brain so clouded, your eyes couldn't focus on your surroundings.
You lay there, shaking, and shut your eyes. Slipping into an uncomfortable unconsciousness.
You were so out of it. High on weed and your numerous orgasms of the night. Your body ached in overstimulation, shivers wracking through you periodically. Heated hands run up and down your quivering body.
âShhh, relax, princess.â A voice rasps in your ear, kisses pressed down your spine. You lay on your stomach, trying to calm down and stop your hyperventilating. âI know, I know,â He cooes, continuing his motions. âYouâre doinâ so well fâus. Doinâ so fuckinâ well.â You relaxed under his grip, eyes slowly fluttering open.
âCan you hear me, princess?â You nod, tapping on the bed a few times. âGood, good.â He moves to cuddle you more easily, one of his arms moving to support your head. âYou wanna keep goinâ? Iâm not gonna force you to take more if yaâ canât.â Your mouth was dry, probably a factor of cotton mouth but, you swallowed enough spit to coat your throat.
âYes, please,â You take another large swallow. âWanâ more.â Dabi chuckles, lightly smacking your inner thigh. âDumb little slut wants more cock?â He purrs in your ear, moving to straddle you. âYes, Dabi. Wanâ more.â He manhandles you, forcing you more onto your stomach then, pushing your knees in so youâd be presenting for him, ass in the air.
âSuch a gorgeous ass,â He spreads your cheeks apart, watching as your cunt drools for him. âSloppy girl.â He dives down, kissing your messy hole. Your jolt forwards, whining loudly into the pillows. âMy pretty girl.â His scarred lips tainted your hole, smothering and lapping up any juices that spilled out of you.
His jeweled fingers soon join, slipping into your abused hole. âDa-Dabi!â You jolted forward, moving away from him. A sharp smack is landed right onto your left asscheek, followed by two extra.
âWho the fuck are you runninâ from, huh?â His voice was deep as he growled the words at you. Sharp teeth soon dig into your ass. You cried out, once again moving from the blossoming pain. Dabi spanks your cunny, cackling at your cries. âAnswer me you fuckinâ brat.â He tugs your hair, forcing you back to stare at him from upside down. Tears were in your eyes once again, threatening to pour out at any moment.
ââM suh-sorry, Dabi.â You were begging for sympathy. âNuh uh, apologize right.â Your brain was so hazed, you searched his eyes hoping for an answer.
ââM sorry, Daddy.â He smirks widely, pressing a kiss to your lips. âGood fuckinâ girl.â He kisses your lips softly, letting go of his rough hold. âYou wanâ my cock, hmm?â - âYes, Daddy. Want your cock, daddy.â A pleased smile worked its way onto his face.
Dabi readjusts your position, pushing your head into the pillows. âBe good for me, princess.â His leaking cockhead drags through your folds, starting from your clit and dragging down. You whine and push back onto him, hoping for more. He stops, slapping his pierced shaft against your soaked cunny. âBet this pretty pussyâs so tight,â He grabs your hips as he begins to push in. âSo tight and fuckinâ wet.â Dabi growls.
Feeling each cold bulb of his pierced dick sliding into your tight heat made you keen into the sheets. Fisting them tightly between your fists and jaw falling open. âAhâfuck meâŚâ His voice was slow and drawn out as he pushed through your gummy walls. âFuck yes, Daddy.â You pant, drooling onto the mussed sheets. Once heâs fully seated, he slowly pulls back out; Letting another beautiful moan flow from his tainted lips.
After a few agonizing thrusts, ripping whines, and whimpers from you, his thrusts pick up the pace. âCame four fuckinâ times anâ youâre still tight as a virgin?â The dark-haired man snarls, fucking into your tight cunt quickly.
His slow pace became fast and ruthless. âOh shit, Daddy!â You shouted, picking your head up for a breath of fresh air. You moan shamelessly into the air, eyes hazed in pleasure.
âPleaseâshitâplease, please! Sluhâslow down!â The air was being punched out of your lungs. You could feel his cock in your stomach, making a very obvious bulge protrude from your stomach. âPluhâplease! Stop, Daddy! âS too much!â
âUghâgod! Daddy, please!â His cock rammed your cervix, uncaring that you begged him to stop. His fingers dug into your hips in a bruising grip, keeping you upright as he used your dripping cunt. âCreaminâ on daddyâs dick already, hmm?â He growled in your ear, biting at the lobe. âJust started and you're already fallinâ apart.â His hips roughly smacked into your ass, pleasingly reddening your skin.
Dabiâs thrusts were precise and sharp, nailing your sweet spot each, and every time. âSqueezinâ me so damn tight, baby,â His head falls between your shoulder blades. His forehead presses against your sticky skin. âCum for me, doll. Cum all over Daddyâs dick.â Voice ragged from strain. His fingers trail down to your clit, weaving tight circles to bring you to the edge and you followed his order. Cumming loudly around his thick cock. Cunt pulsating and gushing around him as he moans in pleasure. Praising you for being so damn good for him.
âMy good girl, my good fuckinâ girl!â His voice hitches as his hips stutter. âFuck âm gonna cum, pretty.â He presses hot kisses to your back, lips dragging against your skin as he continues to fuck you roughly. You were breathless, barely hanging on to consciousness as he pistons in and out of your abused cunny. You wouldn't be walking for weeks.
âGonna fill up this tight pussy, mâkay, baby?â You nodded slowly, caught in your post-orgasm haze. The world covered by a thick smoke screen. He grips your waist hard as he spills into your womb, hips continuing their movements as he fucks his cum deep inside of you. Finally, he collapsed onto you. Kisses and mumbled apologies pressed into your skin; Digging into your brain.
The room's air was thick with smoke and lust. Everyone panting and returning to their previous reality. You and Keigo were down for the count. Both lay flat on your faces, panting wildly and eyes shut.
âYâdone?â You lay on the bed in a daze. Mouth parted, drool spilling onto the cool silk sheets. Body shivering from overstimulation and the crisp air. Holes twitching, nearly violently as slick and cum pour out of you. Your eyes are unfocused, staring ahead of you. If it werenât for the rise and fall of your body, they wouldâve thought you were dead.
âLetâs clean âem up, get âem in bed.â Dabi is already scooping you in his comforting grip. She helps Keigo up, leading you all to the bathroom. A soft kiss is pressed to your hairline, making you hum in content.
âI gotcha, princess.â
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Fucking After Party!
pairings: leon kennedy x fem!reader
synopsis: Of course your big brother coddles you. Do you find it weird? Yes. So, you slip away to a Halloween party, unbeknownst to what will happen later in the night. Maybe you'll find yourself clinging to your older brother in time of need.
cw: MDNI!! INCEST !! Knives, oral, p in v, unprotected sex, noncon/dubcon, creampies, spanking, manhandling, degradation, praise, overstimulation, poor depictions of alcohol and drinking, poor depictions of flirting (im shorry), videotaping.. um probably more but i don't wanna spoil it. LEON IS VERY OOC (since some ppl are babies about that đ)
wc: 4.6k
tags: @dilfstar @adiorxia @leonkennedygvrl @bunnyclaire @rigorwhoring @leonsdolly @admirxation @gettingsilly @nilpill @withonly-sweetheart @cakelitter
âHey little sis,â he hums out, hand reaching up to pet your head with affection. Thinking about how cute you are when you look up at him with red hot cheeks. His eyes dip down your body, so soft and plush. Perfect.Â
âLeoonnnn!â You drag out his name in an annoyed tone. Swatting his hand away. Can't help but think that he's a pest, constantly buzzing around you. Never leaving you alone.
Like, câmon doesn't he have a job? He's always been a bit of a lurker around you, but especially now that you're in college. Can't always be his baby sis. One day, you'll have a significant other, leave the house, and sort of cut contact for the most part. Be too busy to entertain your loser of an older brother.Â
To him though? You will be by his side forever. Dote on you forever and ever. Never make you pay any bills, lift a finger, or even have the time to complain about something. Because, guess what! Big brother is always here for you. To take care of you and never make you have to get a job to sustain yourself.Â
Leon just chuckles at your display of frustration. He wants to comment on how cute you are, especially when you say his name like that.Â
Wants to just snatch you up and cuddle with you until you are fast asleep in his arms. His strong, firm biceps against your body like you're a body pillow.Â
Imagining you scooting up close until you're snug against his body. Your ass pressing into his groin so much that he can feel your tailbone. To imagine you knocked out so he can take full advantage of you. Better yet, if you pretend to be asleep, letting him grope you in ways a brother shouldn't.Â
Honestly, he thought about ordering some sleeping pills to dissolve into your drinks. So when he feels like feeling you up in your sleep, he can do it while making sure you're gonna stay asleep.
And place a camera in your room so he can watch back on how you look and react in your sleep. See if you smile in your sleep. Good material to jerk off to, especially good if he manages to snag a pair of your panties.
He sucks on his teeth and shakes his head down at you. âSo⌠whereâre you headed, looking like that? Got a hot date or what?â Leon drags his eyes slowly once more. One thing caught his eye immediately. Can't believe he didn't even notice it the first time he looked at you.Â
You are wearing black pantyhose and a white mini dress. What are you, some cheap hooker? No, no, no⌠you are his baby. Only he should see you like this. Not some fucking douchebag who's going to do a pump and dump.
Man, if he ever catches some guy trying to dick you down in your bed.. it'll be over. One flash of his badge and the guy will go running off with his tail between his legs. It doesn't mean anything to Leon if your love or sex life doesn't even begin.
âI'm going to a Halloween party.â You answer bluntly, gesturing towards your sexy nurse rendition. Shifting from one foot to the other, your maroon colored heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Sighing deeply, like he's boring you.Â
Leon raises his eyebrows. Even worse than a date. A whole party full of immature adults whose brains aren't fully developed. Great. Perfect.Â
âSure you don't want me to go with you? I can be a sexy cop,â he puts his hands on his hips with a sly smile. âI can even bring my handcuffs.âÂ
You wrinkle your nose at that. âUm, no thanks. You'll just be watching me the entire time, again. Remember last time?âÂ
Closing your eyes and shaking your head rapidly for a few seconds. It was weird.Â
âOh come on , I was making sure nobody was trying anything funny. Can't consent if you're totally wasted.â As if he isn't planning on touching you in your sleep.Â
Though, you've no idea that he's thinking this stuff. Supposed to be a good guy. Good cop.Â
However, there is something about you that makes that dark side of his brain itch. Maybe it is because you are his little sister? The fact that you guys used to play house together? Used to do things that would be weird to do as two grown adults.Â
Him being the husband, you being the wife. Parents in the other room as you mimicked what they did a lot, which is a quick peck on the lips. It was innocent.Â
Or when you both were forced to change in the bathroom together, after swimming. It was all fine and dandy since you're family. And when it became weird, was when you were fourteen and he was sixteen.Â
Weird that your brother kept following you and bothering you. Or was the chaperone at dances. Always staring and glaring down at other boys. Pissed you off and you both argued on the way home. You did not have a good time at any dances because of him.Â
âI need to protect you from the bad guys,â he said. âMom says I have to watch you, since I'm older than you,â he said. What is he, some sort of hero?
It only got worse when you walked in on him masturbating. You remember the way his mouth was formed in an âoâ shape, how his cock was flushed at the tip. How he had his head tilted back into his pillow. The lewd sounds of him fucking his fist and his soft groans and whimpers. And how his muscles rippled with each tug, the slight sheen of sweat on his naked figure.Â
Leon was just mumbling to himself. âYeah? Yeah, just like that. MhmmâŚâÂ
âTake it baby, take it.â
âPlease let me cum inside of you. Please let me.âÂ
And a whole bunch of other things you simply wish you never heard out of his mouth. It makes you cringe. But you also feel disgusted for squeezing your thighs together as you watched him. He was big. Real big.Â
âYeah. But I want to go, to have a good time, Leon.â You insist on leaving alone. âI'll text you if I need any help.âÂ
Giving him a flat smile, you click clack your way to your friend's car outside. Getting inside the vehicle and driving away swiftly. Looking out the window and seeing Leon wave goodbye to you.Â
As soon as you arrive at the party, you are bombarded with the smell of weed, sweat, and alcohol. Just the right scent notes for a candle!
You shimmy your way into the kitchen for a red solo cup to fill up with some concoction of alcohol and juice. Doing so, you find yourself flirting with a guy who is dressed up as a vampire. And he convinces you to dance with him.Â
Making your way to the dance floor, he keeps a firm grip on your wrist. Slowly moving it down towards your hips. Itâs a bit weird for someone to be so confident and comfortable with touching a woman like that immediately. But you ignore it for the time being.Â
Slowly getting to know him and all of his interests. Barely giving you any time to talk about yourself. It's whatever. He's cute.Â
It sure is fun letting loose and drinking all your sorrows away.
You feel his hand start to slip down towards the top of your ass. Still, you don't say anything. Maybe it's just the alcohol dulling your senses, you just can't find a care in the world to stop him.Â
He leads you back to the kitchen, pouring you a drink. Urging you to finish what he made you before you both got back to the dance floor. Kind of weird, but alright.Â
Shit. All you can see and feel is his soft body against you, his dick grinding up against your stomach. The black shaggy hair and his stupid vampire collar. And his old spice ass cologne, ugh. Headache central.Â
You excuse yourself and go to the kitchen. Fixing yourself another cup, because fuck it. And then another man comes up and starts chatting away with you.Â
Eventually, you both make it outside. Talking about the most random bullshit you could think of.Â
This guy's pretty cute too. No costume though, from what you could tell. And, he's eyeing you up like candy. Like he wants to eat you up here and now. HotâŚ!
He's tall, skinny, and has dark brown hair. Oh, not to mention the weird black lines on his face. MaybeâŚit's his costume? You hope.Â
âSo, what's your costume?â You gesture towards his outfit.Â
âI'm dressed up as Choso from Jujutsu Kaisen, you probably don't know it. It's an anime.â He explains with a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk to his lips.Â
Oh! So he's one of those guys. Yeah, nevermind. No thanks, Mr. Nice guy.Â
âOh, okay⌠Cool. I'll be sure to look that up later,â you hum and nod your head.Â
He created this awkward atmosphere. Best to just swipe it under the rug and talk about something else. Or, just get more alcohol! Because alcohol fixes everything!Â
Both of you make your way back into the house and you grab some more of that good stuff. Gulping it all down and smoothing your slutty nurse outfit out. Bending over to fix your stockings, to make sure it looks cute still.Â
Somebody comes up behind you and whistles. That gets your attention in the wrong way. Doesn't matter to the guy though. Attention is attention. Can't help but wrinkle your nose at him, watching him walk away with a smug look on his face.
You straighten up and sigh, checking your phone. It's only been two hours?Â
God, it feels like it's been an eternity in this swamp of horny drunk adults. You can't see your friends anywhere, assuming they've already left and are going to hookup with some stranger. Like always, leaving you behind to fend for yourself. It's cool though.Â
Rubbing your bleary eyes, you stumble out the front door. The chilly air of October coming to bite you in the ass. Quite literally. It's almost hanging out with the way it keeps riding up. It's not too cold, as you have some liquid courage in your system! Thank god for that!Â
Feeling your teeth start to chatter, you manage to send your location to Leon. Opening your camera, you take a good look at yourself. Fixing yourself up to take a few photos. Might as well, since you look absolutely amazing. Wouldnât want this makeup to be all for nothing, now would we?
As you smile and pose for the camera, you feel two arms slipping around your waist. But no groin pressing up against you. Odd. You bite your lip and turn your head.Â
âWhat theâLeon?â
âYes, silly. That's my name, don't wear it out.â He chuckles down at you. âWhat? I was getting ready to pose for a picture with you.âÂ
You roll your eyes, feeling his chin rest on your shoulder. And at the last second, he moves his hand to come up and squish your cheeks together. Ruining the photo.Â
Turning around, you let out a huff of air. Hitting him once in the chest before making your way to his Jeep. Not bothering to chastise him for doing that. You've had enough of men for today.Â
Buckling yourself, you squeeze your legs together, trying to warm up quickly. The warm air fanning all around you, undoing all the prickles in your skin, it's refreshing. Leon gets into the driver's side and buckles himself before driving back to your guysâ house.Â
Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back against the headrest. The bumps and the soft sound of the radio killing you to sleep. Thankfully Leon doesn't say anything the rest of the way home.Â
As the car slows to a stop, you wake up from your littleâbut much appreciatedânap. Groaning, you unbuckle and get out. Staggering your way up the stairs and waiting for Leon to hurry up and unlock the front door.Â
His thick hair bounces with each step he takes as he jogs his way towards you. Opening it and walking inside, shutting it and locking it behind you.
He takes his shoes off, leaving them at the door and disappears into the hallway. You sigh, taking your heels off and hurrying to your room. Closing it behind you, you set your shoes on the floor. Flopping onto your bed with a groan.Â
Before you could begin to take off your clothes, the power goes out. Leaving you in complete darkness. Double tapping your phone, you put on your flashlight.Â
âLeon?â You call out, crawling out of bed to open your door.Â
A few beats later there's a loud thud, which makes you jump. Okay, now you are really scared. Soft hums and deafening white noise fills your ears. You go to his door and knock on it.Â
No answer, yet again. Did this asshole fall asleep? Great.Â
Making your way towards the living room, you hear yet another noise. âHa ha.. very funny Leon! I know its you.âÂ
You hope it's just him pulling a prank. Hope.
And when you finally reach to your destination, you move your phone around to see if anyone's there. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a tall black figure.Â
Screaming, you almost slip and fall trying to run back into your room. But before you could make it, their hands grab onto your waist as tight as possible. Pulling you back towards their chest. God damn it, you dropped your phone!
âPlease let me go!â You start panicking and sobbing, kicking your feet out in hopes that they drop you. âI don't wanna die! PleaseâŚ!â
They don't, obviously. And you try to elbow them in the stomach, hearing them groan and tighten their grip around you. Putting one hand over your mouth with ease.
The man drags you back into the living room, throwing you on the couch and straddling your hips. You hear him snort and in turn makes your stomach churn with disgust mixed with fear. Sobbing, you feel weak due to being inebriated and scared. Unable to try and push him off of you.Â
âYou're so stupid,â he says lowly, his gloved hands pinning your wrists down with one, the other one squishing your cheeks together. âSo slutty too.âÂ
His hand leaves your face and traces the curves of your body. Too bad you can't see his face. Stupid mask.Â
âW-What do you want from me?â You squeak out, feeling his hand start to grope at your chest with interest.Â
âYour virginity, baby.â He coos, ripping off your skimpy nurse dress. The buttons go flying everywhere. His voice sounds familiar though.Â
In the state of shock, he takes the opportunity to pull out his knife and cut through your bra. Watching the way your nipples pebble up and how your tits jiggle. Putting his knife back, he groans. Grabbing a tit and squeezing it before letting it go to slap it.Â
âStop it! Why are you doing this toââÂ
Listening to the way you gasp and whimper. He repeats it a couple times to each tit, before he pulls up his mask just enough to see his mouth.Â
Leaning down, he forces you into a kiss. His hand lightly holding you down by the neck, his thumb gently squeezing the side. Letting you feel lightheaded so that you still panic at the thought of him killing you.Â
âTaste so good, pretty girl.â The man laughs into the kiss before he gets off of you.Â
Maneuvering you into the missionary position. Pushing your legs down with his weight as he ties your hands together.Â
Once he deems it good enough, he gets up and starts to shuffle things around. And lights a few candles, making you squint, noticing something being propped up. Blinking a few times, you see it's a fucking camera.Â
âPlease, don't do this to me. PleaseâŚâ you beg him, watching him make his way back to you.Â
His hands sliding up your legs, playing with the stockings you have on. âCute tights you've got on, slut.â He hums, his thumbs trace the lace.Â
Moving up until he reaches your panties. âHm, cute thong too. I see it's nice and soaked for me. And here you were, screaming and crying for me to stop.â He cuts them off of you, dragging the dull tip of his blade against your skin. Seeing you jump as he gets closer to your chubby cunt.Â
âGot nothing to say?â The man puts his knife away, his thumb swiping over your folds. Not rubbing where you want him to rub, just teasing around it.Â
âPleaseâŚâ you whine out, trying to move your hips in a way that makes his thumb press against your clit.Â
He chuckles, laying between your thighs, holding them up over his shoulders. âI know, I know. You want your pretty pussy to be played with. Want it to be raped too, huh?â Licking up and down your lips, teasingly dipping his tongue into your hole.Â
Groaning, he starts to suck and swirl his tongue around your clit. You moan and squirm under him, feeling his hot tongue against your clit feels soo good. Moving your tied hands down to grab at his head. Needing to hold on to something.Â
âMmh.. right there,â you mewl, grabbing at his head harder. Hearing him slurp and moan into your pussy like he's the one that's getting head.Â
âYeah, right here?â He goads, taking your clit between his teeth gently. Nibbling on it and swirling his tongue all over it. And all thoughts in your head became mush.Â
It creeps up on you like a jump scare in a movie. One minute you're fine, next minute you are jumping. Not because you're scared, but because you came so hard your body couldn't help but thrash around.Â
âI'm⌠I'm c-coming!â Loud cries came out of your mouth as your legs shook and planted themselves against his head. The fact a camera is recording your every move and word, slips out of your brain and out into his mouth.Â
And he greedily latches his mouth onto your hole. Getting every last drop of your cum before he sits up on his haunches and removes his mask. Maybe it's because you just came, but you aren't so alarmed that it's Leon.Â
âWhat the fuck? Leon?!â Your cunt throbs, feeling your heart sink down straight to your ass. You can't even move properly and that makes him smile.Â
âWhat the fuck, Leon?â He mocks you, leaning down to get all up in your face. âSo fucking cute,â he hums, squishing your face together before moving it away from him, âso stupid though. I mean, fuck. You'd get wet and spread your legs for any man who wants to lick you open?âÂ
Leon tuts, giving your cheek a few taps before he pushes down his black sweats. His cock already hard and flushed red at the tip. Giving it a few slow strokes, his other hand gently roams up your body, giving your boob a feel.Â
âGonna let big brother take your virginity? Let me split open this cute cunt?â Leon watches you intently, tapping the weeping tip on your sensitive bud. âNot gonna fuck you until you beg for it.â Grabbing your left leg and lifting it up against his chest.Â
You feel your eyes well up with tears once more. Lifting your head, you watch his heavy cock play with your pussy lips. Blinking them away, you swallow the thickness in your throat.Â
âPlease.. fuck me,â you mumble out, looking away, towards the camera unknowingly.Â
âWhat was that? Speak up, princess.â Leon guides the tip to your hole, letting it kiss your opening.Â
âOh my fucking god! Just fuck me, Leon!âÂ
Shaking his head disapprovingly, he leans down, pushing it in slowly. âBig brother's gotta fuck this attitude out of you, hm? Yeah, he's gonna keep this fat cunt nice and full until she's learned her lesson.â His dirty brown hair falls into your face as he moans from the sensation of your cunt around his length.Â
Keeping his eyes locked into your face as he sinks deeper into you. âDoes it hurt, baby?âÂ
âYeah,â you clench down on him, your velvety walls squeezing him just right. âIt's too big.â A deep whine in your throat bubbles up.Â
âAww, poor pussyâs gonna go through it, yeah? Too bad big brother's cock wants to punish his little sister's cunt. MhmâŚâ he presses his lips against yours as he humps your wetness, softly making out with you. His hand goes up your arm and holds your hand in reassurance.Â
As you lock tongues, he takes the opportunity to go just a bit harder and faster. Groaning as you flutter and cant your hips into his pelvis. The shaven patch of hair just runs against your clit just right.Â
Pulling away, he lets go of your leg and hand, holding onto your hip and pushing your face towards the camera. âI'm recording this, smile for the camera baby,â he says between gritted teeth.Â
Moaning, you look directly into the lenses, tightening around him. âMmhhâfuckâplease!â you squirm, moving your arms to block your face. Too embarrassed to look into it while he's fucking you.Â
âYou camera shy now? So adorable, lil sis,â he grunts, plowing even harder now. Both hands gripping onto the fat of your hips, listening to the squelching from your wetness. âYou hear that? Sopping wet for your big brother. Tightened up when you were forced to look into the camera. It's okay baby, nobody else will see this video but me.â His thumb starts to swirl around your clit hard.Â
Rubbing it fast, feeling you start to come undone on his dick. The feeling of his leather gloves catches onto your clit deliciously. You feel red and hot all over, your stomach tensing up. And you start screaming, legs going numb, feeling your upper body jerk forward as you cum. âLeon!âÂ
âFuck!â Leon rabbits his hips into your squelching heat, roughly fucking you into the couch, âdidn't know you'd squirt so easily.â He lets out a mix of a moan and a laugh, giving your pussy a few taps before putting you into a mating press.Â
Feeling your lace stockings against his head as he drives into his own orgasm. âAll fucked out now, mhm. Yeah, big brother's gânna feed your pussy his cum. Get you fucking pregnant, ohââÂ
He growls as his balls plap against your ass. Filling you up with hot white sticky ropes, stuffing you to the brim. But his hips don't stop fucking it into you. Pressing his cold lips against yours, he slows down.Â
Leon huffs and leans back, pulling out his still hard cock soaked with a mixture of your fluids and his. Watching your cunt open and close, oozing out his spend.Â
He unties your wrists and rubs up and down your sides. âLet me fuck you again, please lil sis?â Feeling your body hiccup and twitch from overstimulation.Â
Rubbing your ruined eye makeup, you weakly nod your head. âUhuh, want it again.âÂ
And then he's back all over you. Kissing you and groping your tits. Twisting your nipples and pinching them as his mouth makes its way to your neck. Begining to litter you with marks to insinuate you are taken.Â
He switches to the other one, giving it the same love and attention he gave to your right breast. And before he stops, he presses a kiss in the valley of your breasts.Â
âOkay, on your stomach now.â He guides you to flip over, spreading your ass to watch your holes wink at him. Gives it a smack, loving the way it moves.Â
Leon braces himself on his forearm as he pushes the head back in. Whimpering as he presses his chest against your back, arms caging you into the couch.Â
âGood god, you're so tight,â humping into you, he whispers into your ear. His breath hot and his voice low, sending chills down your spine and it warms your belly up.Â
âThis slutty pussy is mine, alright? Won't let any other man come near you. You're my little sister.âÂ
âUhuh, sâall yours big brother,â you feed into his fucked up mindset. Letting him fuck you into his idealization of you. Soft, sweet, and pliant.Â
Rocking your hips back, you moan into the cushions. With each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper. Making you arch your back from how deep he is.Â
Soft squeaks and punched out groans rise from your throat, âLeon, please,â grabbing ahold of his hand and squeezing it. âOh, fuck, please.âÂ
His pace starts to pick up, watching the way your head bobbles from his thrusts. Heavy balls plapping away at your clit, making you cry out. He drives himself harder into your wet hole, striving to make you cum again.Â
âYeah? Gonna cum for me? Soak my cock again, uhuh, câmon baby,â Leon encourages you, whimpering and growling in your ear. The loud slapping noises echoing throughout the room. The smell of sex and sweat twirling in the air like dust particles.
Hot and heavy breaths against your neck as he clumsily kisses your pulse point. You shivering beneath him, milking his cock for all its worth is what drives him crazy. Pushing on your lower back as he grips a cheek and then slaps it. Over and over again.Â
Hearing you crying out for him is enough for him to spill his seed once more. He pulls your hair and makes your face visible to the camera, coaxing you through your final orgasm of the night. Listening to you squeal and call out his name.Â
âGood girl. You ready for me to pump this cunt up full with my cum?â Leon starts humping you, barely pulling out as he waits for your answer.Â
âYes, yes, yes!â Eyes rolling into the back of your head as he slams his hips against your ass.Â
About a half a dozen of thrusts, he spurts his load deep into your womb. Letting go of your hair, he lazily grinds his seed into your throbbing pussy as much as he can, before all of it comes pooling out.Â
âFuck me, jesus christ. âBout emptied my balls into you. Fuck, I was backed up.â Leon pulls out of you and spreads you open, watching it bubble and pop out. Biting his lip as he pushes it back in with his thumb.Â
Pulling up his pants, he grabs a few tissues to clean you up. As well as the couch. Oops, hope your parents don't notice any stains!Â
âI'm so full,â you mumble, wincing as you turn on your back. âIt's going to be your fault if I can't walk tomorrow.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, I know.â He snorts, giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead.Â
âOh shit, I've got to stop the recording,â he goes over and shuts it off with a dopey smile on his face. âtaking your first time on our first tape together.âÂ
Groaning, you push him away as he begins to snuggle with you. âGod. Gross, get out of here.âÂ
âC'mon, I'll buy you as many sour patch kids and chocolates as you want. But first, let's go clean up properly.â He convinces you and you allow him to carry you bridal style into the bathroom.Â
Of course, with a roll of your eyes with it too. âYou better.â Because you wouldn't be his cute baby sis without having some sort of attitude towards him. Even after he fucked your brains out.Â
(genuinely forgot where i got the divider for the content warning. augh. I'll find it later.)
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I freaking hate LED headlights. I should not be BLINDED by the fucking SUN at nighttime and then end up into the opposite fucking lane because douchebag Mc shit nozzle needs to be the biggest and brightest Ford Super Sucker 2045 Big Boy Truck at the Bald White Man Sunglasses Ball
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okay i'm back to expand on toxic situationship simon vs smitten golden retriever kĂśnig fighting for ur attention!!!
when simon first met you, he had no intention of interacting with you let alone "dating" you. but it just kind of....happened. you had a way of worming your way into his thoughts and his life.
the problem was that he was not build for a relationship. he had problems. a lot of them. he wasn't the type to work on himself, he was the type to find distractions to cope with the mess that was in his head at all times.
the closer you tried to get to him, the further he pulled away. but then when you backed off, he remembered he needed you as a distraction. so he'd rein you back in only for the cycle to continue.
he ignored how much it hurt you, how sometimes your eyes would swim with tears when he gave you the cold shoulder and told you to leave him alone. it wasn't like you understood what was going on â simon refused to open up and tell you that he was just...fucking messy in the head. instead, he just let you think he was some sleazy douchebag who used you for a quick fuck only to toss to the curb when you annoyed him.
part of him wondered (but didn't care bc it benefited him) why you kept coming back after how much he hurt your feelings. but when he wasn't being an intentional jackass to get you to leave him alone for a week or two, he was a great guy. a gentleman. he spoke to you with a soft but not condescending tone and was patient even when you asked stupid questions. when he had you as his distraction, he enjoyed your company and you enjoyed his â only for him to turn around and spew vitriol out of left field.
it was during one of the times he had chased you off that you met kĂśnig. on an elevator of all things. the entire mechanical box shuddered with his weight and you were downright shocked as the hulking mass of him ducked to step in.
when you asked what floor, he spoke with a quiet, almost nervous tone to tell you. as you rode the elevator down, you couldn't help but notice how he sort of shrunk in on himself as if he was trying to take up as little space as possible â as if that was even possible. he was massive. he avoided your gaze in a way that was shy instead of suspicious.
it was kind of...cute.
when you both got off the elevator, the lobby, you took a deep breath and stopped him, asking as confidently as you could if you could have his number. his eyes had widened but he surprisingly didn't say no â jackpot!
tho you couldn't see all of his face â the bottom half of it covered by a mask and his large hood concealing his hair, you felt a bit of an attraction to him.
as you walked out, hastily typing his number into your phone as you parted ways, you realized you may have a thing for masked man since this man â kĂśnig, he had said with an accent, and the ass that was simon both wore masks.
in between the time of The Simon Cycle, you went on a couple dates with kĂśnig. he was charming and sweet, if not a little shy. he was clumsy and almost always bumped his head on doorways before shamefully rubbing the spot he bumped with a look of embarrassment in his eyes.
he was excitable and energetic. he loved animals and always pointed out whatever animals he saw while walking with you â people walking dogs, cats in windows, ducks floating on ponds.
the more time you spent with him, the more you forgot about simon.
until his name popped up on your phone one evening when you were spending an evening in with kĂśnig. it was nothing crazy, he wanted to watch his favorite horror movie with you (an ancient black and white).
kĂśnig caught sight of your frown as your phone rang, catching sight of the name 'simon' with a blank picture.
"who is this?" he had asked, tho it wasn't out of jealousy, just pure concern and interest.
you let out a sigh, "i dated him....sort of...? not really..." you had responded, earning a confused look from him.
you explained everything to him, from meeting simon all the through his on and off behavior. by the end kĂśnig looked upset on your behalf, shaking his head.
"if he cannot decide if he wants you, then he should leave you alone," he said softly, smiling under his mask with a crinkle of his eyes, "that way someone who knows that they want you can move in!"
that was one thing you liked about kĂśnig, he was actually open to communicate his thoughts and feelings with you. he told you were pretty, how he liked your laugh, how much he enjoyed your company and was excited to see you again when you both had time.
simon was closed off. he was quiet, mostly listening rather than talking. but he listened well. you remember mentioning that you broke your lamp and had bought a new one but couldn't figure out how to set it up. a week later, after a nice evening spent in bed together, you woke up to find him sitting on your living room floor putting together that lamp for you.
even though kĂśnig was...lovely. there was something about simon that was so intoxicating that you couldn't seem to let it go. but also the sex with simon was....spectacular. you never had a man so eager to make you cum until you were incoherent â never had a man who could.
and kĂśnig was....traditional. slow. he wanted to date for a long time before jumping into bed. he wanted to properly court you and go through a whole process. which you respected but...you were impatient. greedy.
it wasn't like kĂśnig was against you seeing simon. he had told you that you were free to do what you wished, but unless you made it official with the other man he was not going to back down from trying to court you.
so when simon called on you again a couple nights later, you answered.
he was glaring when he opened the door for you, motioning for you to enter before shutting and locking the door.
"why didn't you answer?" he grilled. clearly you ignoring his call when you were with kĂśnig annoyed him more than you thought.
you raised an eyebrow before slowly answering, "i was on a date, simon."
that seemed to make him freeze where he stood, eyes narrowing even more into a glare.
"a date?" he spat, "with who? you don't need to go on any dates, you're with me."
that made you roll your eyes so hard it nearly gave you a headache, "a nice guy named kĂśnig. simon, i'm not even sure you like me beyond wanting sex. i want a boyfriend." you huffed, "and clearly you don't want that!"
"oh yeah? then why are you here instead of with your boyfriend?" he hissed the last word in disgust.
"we're not official. he hasn't asked but we've been...seeing each other." you decided simply.
at that, simon jerked his mask over his mouth to kiss you in that heated way that made your legs tremble, "does he fuck you as good as i do? hm?"
that got your attention, a sly smile coming to your lips as he worked you out of your clothes.
he was jealous. this revelation was exhilarating to you. simon, the guy who acted like he couldn't care less about you, was actually jealous that you were seeing another guy!
the sex that night was as phenomenal as usual and more. he spent a good half of it with his head between your thighs, pinning you down with strength alone as he ate you to orgasm after orgasm until your cum was a sticky, stringy mess on his lips and chin.
then he worked you to two more orgasms on his cock, the last one he hadn't even needed to touch your clit before you were creaming around him with a sweet little squeal.
simon had a point to prove. you were his and he was not going to lose you to some asshole. deep down, he knew he didn't deserve you and that he should let the better man have you but he just couldn't. he needed you. he wanted you. he was selfish and greedy.
simon disappeared after that. but for once had actually communicated what was going on â deployment, he said. didn't know how long he would be gone. he had actually gave you a goodbye kiss that left you spinning.
the next time you saw simon, you were on a date with kĂśnig. it was a quaint little bar that kĂśnig said he liked. so there you were, sitting across from him at a booth, nursing a drink and softly talking with one another.
you didn't even know simon was back. he hadn't said anything. when he walked into the bar, his eyes scanned the place like they always did before landing on you.
his gaze lit up as he took a step towards you but quickly halted when he saw you were sitting across from another man. but that didn't stop him for long.
you cursed under your breath, catching kĂśnig's attention before simon was right there at the end of the table, glaring at kĂśnig.
"can we help you...?" kĂśnig asked softly, clearly a little nervous.
"hi...simon..." you sighed softly. kĂśnig straightened up in his seat at that.
"official yet?" he asked you, ignoring your greeting.
you gritted your teeth, casting a glance towards kĂśnig who looked confused.
"no." you answered simply.
with that simon, yanked a chair from a nearby table and sat right at the end of your table. you concealed a groan of despair.
simons glare fixed upon kĂśnig, a challenge clear in his stare alone. he reached forward and grabbed your drink from your hand despite your protest, lifting his mask enough to take a sip, the cocky smirk visible briefly on his lips.
kĂśnig quickly understood what was going on and his own eyes narrowed into a glare. you could practically see the sparks going off between them and buried your face in your hands.
it was going to be....a painfully long night, you feared.
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I really can't overstate how massively tired I am of western leftist children chanting globalize the Intifada. Truly, it's mind-blowing that anyone takes these Tik Toks seriously. It's always someone who couldn't point out Gaza on a map, doesn't know from what river to what sea, doesn't speak a Middle Eastern language, doesn't practice any Middle Eastern religion.
Hasn't ever been involved in armed conflict, hasn't ever experienced combat first-hand yet somehow they have magically become the authority on what constitutes genocide in an urban warfare scenario where the enemy is asymmetrically embedded into the civilian population.
Positively stunning that these folks with their BLM posters in the background start reading Osama Bin Laden's Letter to America which is some of the most profoundly, virulent antisemitic gibberish, with complete and utter sincerity. Never seen a gun in real life, never been homeless or brutalized by the police. Yet they somehow bestowed upon themselves the qualifications with which to speak about this extraordinarily complex subject.
Sorry, man. I don't give a shit what some 21 year Christianized Californian white person who couldn't say a single sentence in Hebrew or Arabic thinks about fucking Israel and Palestine. Have you ever considered the possibility that you should listen more than you speak? Listen to actual Jews, actual Palestinians. These people, they don't even know any Palestinians, lmao. They couldn't name five Palestinians they personally know off-hand.
And yeah someone will probably reblog this like oh blah blah blah I'm this and that - - what I mean is that even if you can say you've had a lived experience, the vast majority of the people around you who are spewing the same takes as you, who you're reblogging from and platforming - - a majority of these dudes genuinely could not even tell you who the president of Israel is.
Am I gate-keeping a centuries old ethnic and religious conflict steeped in highly nuanced, intricate layers spanning generations? Yeah. Maybe that dude on the college campus with the watermelon hat spouting off how much he loves the literally genocidal Houthis ("based Houthis," even) screaming "Zionazis go back to Europe," isn't the fucking four-star General Douchebag we need right now.
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Hii i love the bitchy!pogue!reader series and i would love to know how they first hooked up again, like what led them to keep going after their first night together. That's all, thx in a advance if you do it, i love your writing
the way i ran to write this lmao, thank you for the request â¤ď¸ let's just say it wasn't planned at alll....it was fateđ
in spite of myself - drabble
pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x rafe
you swore the first time was the last.
you were simply⌠curious. you wanted to figure out just how far you could push his buttons without him taking it out on you.
you got your answer. you went to that party with the sole intent of pissing him off, but you hadnât planned on ending up in his bedânot that youâd ever complain. but that was it.
youâd gotten your taste, of course you weren't expecting to run into him so...soon.
youâd learned to play along for these little trips into kookland. your cheap dress, bought solely to get you through the gates, hugged you a little too closeâbut that was the point, wasnât it? you made a show of adjusting the neckline, scanning the room with that perfected boredom.
the moment you spotted him across the room, you nearly snorted, because of course he was here.
rafe, in all his buttoned-up glory. hair slicked back like heâd asked his barber for the "douchebag deluxe," wearing a shirt that probably cost as much as your entire car. he looked so at ease among his kind, you wanted to pat him on the head and give him a treat.
bingo.
he was pretending not to see you, standing there with some stuffy old kook in khakis so aggressively white they probably had a staff meeting dedicated to their upkeep.
but you could spot it: the clench in his jaw, his fingers twitching around his glass.
honestly, it was too easy. youâd barely taken a few steps in his direction, and his grip tightened like he was trying not to crush the glass just at the sight of you.
aww. you hadnât come here for him, but the opportunity was irresistible, how could you say no to that face?
you took your time, internally giddy at how his stiff he looked the closer you got. you let out a soft, exaggerated sigh as you finally slid up next to him at the bar, taking your time, letting your eyes glide over his shoulders and back down to those broad, broad arms.
god, look at those arms, you thought.
this idiot must curl yachts for fun. absolutely absurd.
his gaze snapped to you, âwhat the hell are you doing here?â he gritted out, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.
poor thing, always so snappy.
you brought a hand to your chest, going for maximum innocence.
âwho, me?â you blinked, leaning in with a soft, honey-dripping sigh. âjust networking with the local elite. isnât that what iâm supposed to do if i want to ârise above my stationâ?â you savored the horror flashing across his face.
rafe looked personally offended, like youâd just announced you were taking up golf, while you let your eyes drop to the line of his shoulders, lingering just a little too long on his chest before dropping.
slowly, slowly.
his face twisted like he was in pain, and he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, protecting himself from the way you were very clearly undressing him with your eyes.
âcut that shit out,â he ground out, âi know what youâre doing.â
you raised an eyebrow, âdoing what?â you shot him a wide-eyed, who, me? look, letting your gaze dip again. âiâm not doing anything.â
his face flushed as he hissed, âyouâre doing it right now! act normal for once.â
he pulled away from you as if your pogue germs might rub off on him, but youâd seen that look on his face before.
âhonestly, if you didnât want attention cameron, maybe donât wear that. kind of a slutty choice, donât you think?â
his neck flushed deep red as he scowled. âexcuse me?â
you shrugged, âjust saying. last time, you had a lot to say about my outfit, didnât you?â
âyouâre fucking insane. leave me alone.â
you smirked, leaning closer, âoh, baby, iâve already got what i wanted from you,â you purred. âunless, of course, youâre offering again?â
his jaw tensed, and he looked away as if even looking at you would ruin his day. but he was still here, wasnât he?
âdonât flatter yourself. iâm done with you,â he muttered.
you shot him a wicked grin, âflatter myself?â you let out an exaggerated laugh, turning heads nearby. âiâm here on a date.â
rafeâs smirk dropped, and he cast a quick, possessive look around the room before moving his attention back to you.
âa date?â he repeated as if he couldnât believe the words coming out of your mouth.
you nodded as you pointed toward the back, where your âdateââsome poor kook with a summer tan and daddyâs credit cardâstood waiting near the hors dâoeuvres table, oblivious.
âdid you think i came here just for you?â you tilted your head, letting the words sting. âi donât do repeats, country club. got what i wanted, remember?â
he looked like he was about to set the place on fire, blue eyes narrowing as he glared at your so-called date. you could sense the gears turning in his head. god, this was just too easy.
âmaybe you should run along, hmm?â you said, your voice light and mocking. âcanât imagine what your country club buddies would think, seeing you all worked up over a pogue.â you flashed him a dazzling smile before tossing a wink, then spun on your heel, leaving him there seething.
you could feel his stare burning into your back as you sashayed over to your âdate.â this was way too fun.
lunch was mind-numbing, but free, so you were perfectly okay tolerating the âdateââor, as you preferred to call it, the idiot with a walletâwhile he droned on about his familyâs fleet of yachts or some bullshit about generational wealth. you nodded along, not listening as he bragged. as if you even gave a fuck.
when he finally paused to shove more overpriced pasta into his mouth, you decided you needed a break from the snooze-fest.
âexcuse me, iâll just pop to the ladiesâ room,â you murmured, batting your lashes like the good, sweet little pogue he thought heâd bagged for the afternoon. as soon as you were clear of him, you rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didnât get stuck.
the second you got into the quiet of the bathroom, you let out a dramatic sigh of relief, shaking your head.
what a fucking bore.
youâd honestly rather be anywhere elseâwell, except maybe with rafe, since heâd probably drag you back to the ninth circle of pogue-hating hell.
as you were checking your lipstick in the mirror, the door swung open, and you didnât even need to look up to know who it was.
âum, excuse you?â you snapped, eyebrows shooting up. âi know you have a thing for following me around, but the ladiesâ room? have you lost your fuckinâ mind?â
rafe didnât answer.
he stalked forward, looking pissed as he backed you up against the sink, boxing you in without so much as a second thought. there was something about the way his forearms flexed when he did that.
ridiculous, he most likely got pumped up just pouring a glass of water.
âwhat the hell do you think youâre doing here?â he growled, his voice dripping with disdain.
a laugh bubbled up before you could stop it. oh my god.
you clamped a hand over your mouth, but the sound came anyway, echoing off the fancy-ass tiles. âoh my god, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?â
he leaned in even closer. âyou think this is funny?â
âfunny?â you snorted, crossing your arms. âitâs hilarious. iâm here for lunch. you know, food? the stuff people eat? he offered, and i like free shit. itâs that simple.â
âyouâre doing this just to piss me off,â he accused.
âoh, get over yourself,â you scoffed. âyou think iâm obsessed with you or something? i wasnât even thinking about you until you came barging in here like a lunatic.â you leaned back, giving him a brazen, challenging look. âcan you move, by the way? i was enjoying the break.â
his nostrils flared, but you didnât even care. if he wanted to lose his shit, fineâhe was the one who walked in here. you stared him down, totally unfazed, holding his gaze until he broke it.
âcareful,â you added, your voice mocking and low. âif i didnât know better, iâd say you were jealous. because, i gotta be honest, you look like youâre about two seconds away fromââ
âshut up,â he growled, his face inches from yours, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. âyou show up here, flaunting yourself like you donât remember exactly how last week ended, like you werenât begging me toââ
âoh please,â you interrupted, ignoring the pleasure that traveled up your spine. âletâs not rewrite history.â
his hand gripped your cheeks, blunt nails pressing in from either side as he pulled you close, capturing your jaw to hold you still. the pressure of the squeeze pulled your pouty lips together, forcing you to look up with wide eyes.
âstop talking."
you tried to smirk around his grip, feeling the bite of his fingers, but your words came out muffled.
âwhatâs wrong, country club? canât handle a little conversation?â
âjust canât help yourself, can you?â
you could hardly nod, your eyes gleaming with defiance as you let out a small, mocking hum of agreement.
his hands slid down from your cheeks to cradle your jaw, fingers firm as his mouth pushed against yours. you giggled into the kiss, entirely too pleased with yourself as you tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling until he groaned.
âthis is the last time,â his voice was ragged against your lips, but the words sounded half-hearted, he was trying to convince himself.
you smirked, pulling back just enough to catch your breath, tilting your head to test him, see if heâd let you go. instead, his hand was already sliding up your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your lips, holding you right there.
âyou think youâre so clever, donât you?â he whispered, breathless. âthink you can just look at me like that, say whatever you wantâŚâ
âwho says i canât?â you purred, lips brushing against his as you taunted, âif you don't want this, maybe you should go.â
his grip tightened, a curse slipping past his pretty lips, streaked with the deep red of your lipstick, glossy with both your spit.
and fuck, did he look good like thatâdisheveled, unguarded, his face painted with your lipstick like a silent confession of just how far heâd let himself go with you despite his fucked morals.
rafe let out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours as he muttered, âlast time, swear to god.â
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My Wedding Date is an Escort!
Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojoâs heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.
Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader
Word Count: 3,882
Warning: Mentions of depression, anxiety, language, steamy kisses, pillow walls
A/N: Ah yes, trauma dumping before things get super spicy!!! Love the communication, itâs giving this could be a great relationship but itâs complicated. If you want to be included in the tag list, you MUST have your age in your bio PLEASE!!! Thank you!!
Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight
Your breathless words had the world crashing down around Satoru as he stared at your flushed face. His eyes widened as he released you, his own heart hammering in his chest. He had never lost control like that before! But there was this pull in his chest, one that screamed that he needed to protect you from the walking douchebag with black hair away from his; no, what the fuck? Not his girl, his client!Â
âHoly fuck, I'm sorry! Shit, uhm, I shouldn't have done that.â Satoru grumbled, scrubbing his hands down his face. âIâm sorry.â
Your fingers trailed slowly over your lips. They were still tingling. âNo, it's okay. I almost blew our cover.â Satoru slowly dragged his hands down his face, his eyes transfixed on you as you spoke. âThat was all part of the act. If you didn't do that, it wouldn't have looked as convincing.â Satoru visibly seemed to relax, shoulders slumping as he sighed.
âThank fuck.âÂ
âIt was just weird.âÂ
âI'm sorry?âA white eyebrow cocked up at your words. âMe kissing you was weird? Was it bad?âÂ
Your face flushed more, the heat spreading across your cheeks before setting over your chest. âOh god, that came out wrong!â Your hands shot up in defense. âI-I didn't mean like that, Satoru! I justâI haven't kissed anyone in over a year and a half. So I guess I justâyeah, Iâm rusty.â
âNo,â you jerked your head up, âno, it was nice.â Stunning blue eyes softened, making you swallow hard. He thought it was nice. He is the hottest man on the planet, and ESCORT thought kissing you was nice.
What the fuck was this life?
Snapping out of the trance Satoru had you in; you cleared your throat. âI-I think Iâm gonna take a s-shower!â You tossed the extra pillow to the futon on the floor. âOh, and uhm, that kiss was nice for me too.â You turned, bolting for the bathroom before slamming the door.Â
You slowly slid down it, sitting on the ground as you touched your lips. Satoru had such soft lips. It felt really good being kissed like you were wanted. No, no, it was an act! It's all an act. An act that had Satoru pacing the floor as he ran his hand through his hair.
It was only once he heard the shower running that he sat on the ground. What the fuck was that?! His pale skin was almost red as he tugged at white tufts of hair. He never got flustered with clients before! Maybe he was going insane. He must be because his mind keeps replaying the kiss repeatedly.Â
The way you stiffened, how your hands gripped him so tight as he kissed you like he had never kissed a client before. Satoru slapped both his cheeks before shaking his head. That breathtaking kiss was nothing more than him doing his job. He was looking out for you as a client. Yeah, that was it. That asshole of a guy was the reason his heart was still racing as he thought of you and your lips.
By some miracle, both of you managed to pull your thoughts away from the kiss. You showered before switching with Satoru. He finally came out ten minutes later, grinning as he witnessed you placing the four extra pillows down the middle of the futon. You fluffed, pushed, and sat back to assess your constriction before repeating the process repeatedly until Satoru barked out a laugh from behind.
âQuit the impressive wall youâve built.â Looking over your shoulder, you watched Satoru pull a tank top over his head. He slowly pulled it down over chiseled abs that had to have been crafted by a Renaissance artisan. Because there was no way those were real. âIâve never had a client do that before.â
âPlease donât take it personally.â You whispered under your breath before fluffing another pillow. âIt makes me feel a bit better; I havenât shared a bed with anyone in a while.â
âHey, no worries, whatever makes you feel comfortable, you keep doing it.â
God, why was he so nice? Sure, you paid him the big bucks to pretend to be your boyfriend. But that didnât mean he had to be so understanding and kind regarding your antics. If anything, you would have assumed your pillow wall would have irritated anyone. You know for a fact that Toji would have hated it.
His kind, understanding patience had you transfixed on his movements as you both settled into bed. You were on your side, facing him as he stared at the ceiling, his hands resting behind his head. The silence wasnât at all awkward. It was comforting in a way. You didnât have to force yourselves to make dreadful small talk; you could enjoy the silence.Â
The silence, however, had questions eating away at your insides. âSatoru?â Your voice mingled with chirping crickets and the warm spring breeze outside. You waited until his head turned in your direction before you continued. âWould it be okay if I asked you a question?â His face softened as he nodded his head.
âOf course.âÂ
âWhy did you become an escort?â
Satoru chuckled, rolling onto his side so you both faced each other. âI think Iâve answered that question about a million times, so itâs easy.â His arm snaked around one of the pillows between you, hugging it to his chest. âI come from a pretty influential clan. Itâs all about power, money, and success with them, and being an only child, they expected a lot from me.â His eyes rolled. âThe old geezers kept going about when I would get married and have my own kids. And I didn't want anyone else feeling that way.â A cunning smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. âSo, I became an escort to help people.â He snickered, hugging the pillow tighter. âPlus, I get to annoy those controlling old farts. So itâs a win-win for me. But I still handle my family affairs; being an escort is like my second job.â His words were genuine, and they had you smiling.
âThatâs actually really sweet.â You shifted, inching just a bit closer to him. âYou seem like a genuinely nice guy, doing stuff like this for strangers.â You giggled nervously, shaking your head. âThat speaks volumes; I know youâre a nice guy, but I donât know a thing about you.â
âIâll tell you anything you want to know. Honestly.â
âReally?â
âReally.âÂ
âOkay, so do you like sleeping with your clients? Or has sex lost its spark?â You watched him curiously.
He shrugged a shoulder, smirking. âSex is still good when it's with a good partner. But I honestly don't sleep with a majority of my clients. One because, well, let's be honest, they can't afford it. I charge double the price of a single day for sex. So that's ÂĽ240,000.âÂ
âFor sex?!âÂ
âYep! So people can't afford it, especially when I do family events like this. But I usually refuse; I don't particularly like sleeping with someone unless I know them. You know?âÂ
You hummed, and Satoru grinned, inching himself closer. Another one of your constructed pillows shifted out of the way. âI understand. I'm glad you have the right to refuse.â He nodded, blue eyes almost sparkling in the light of the moon flooding the room. âHave you ever been in love?âÂ
âPuppy love, nothing more than that.â Satoru pursed his lips in thought. âBut I'm not opposed to falling in love someday.â
âGod,â you groaned, rolling into your back, âlook at me, asking you stupid questions like Iâm in high school.â
Satoru sat up, laying on his elbow as he looked down at you with a pout. âNo! No, I don't mind! I like talking to you.â He was leaning over you, smiling wide, white strands of hair falling in his face.
âI like talking to you too, Satoru.â
Satoru wanted to reach out and move Y/H/C strands out of your face. To see if your skin felt as soft as it looked, to feel your warmth. His hand moved, and just before it touched you, he dropped it, clenching it in the pillow
âY/N, could I ask you something?âÂ
âSeeing as I asked you something, it's only fair.â You smiled, and it was so fucking cute Satoru wanted to bury his face in the pillow and kick his feet. Restraining his urge, he cleared his throat.Â
âYou mentioned your ex in passing. I'm assuming it was that asshole from earlier?â You frowned, nodding. âI don't like to pry or push my clients, but I keep thinking about what you said. What did you mean by âwhy didn't he?â when I asked why he broke up with you.â
Sitting up, you sighed, eyes slowly shutting. Remembering that night was something you desperately tried to avoid. Satoru, however, had opened up to you, and he was helping you. Plus, he'd already caught a glimpse of Toji, so you might as well bite the bullet and tell him.Â
Sucking in a deep breath, you exhaled slowly, bringing your knees to your chest, hugging them. âToji Zenâin and I were high school sweethearts. He was my first for everything, so of course, I fell hard. We moved in together when we graduated high school into a small apartment in Kyoto. We got engaged at nineteen, and things went downhill.â Your grip tightened around yourself. âTo make a painfully long story short, Toji developed a gambling habit, burning through his savings while I was in college.â The sheets shifted as Satoru sat up, turning to watch you with narrowed eyes.
âSo, as a novice baker working at my parent's inn at twenty-one, I faced a dilemma. My fiancè was jobless, nonetheless, and behind on our rent.â The inside of your nose began to burn as tears threatened to escape. âI could leave him and focus on me and my career. I'd be losing my home and the supposed love of my life. Or I could use the money I saved up for pastry school to cover the rent we were behind on.âÂ
Sheets shifted, and a large hand gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into Satoruâs eyes. âYou didnât.â The tears streaming down your cheeks answered his question. âY/Nââ A sad, broken laugh sounded in your chest.Â
âI did. Used everything I saved up to keep us in our apartment for four years.â Nausea churned in your stomach as you laughed a little louder. âAfter all of that, everything I did, he broke off our engagement. He said he didn't love me, that he couldn't see himself with me five years down the road.â More tears fell down your cheeks, landing on the sheets. âToji said I was too focused on my career, my dreams, that I was eating too many sweets. That I wasn't as exciting as I used to be.â Satoruâs gaze darkened as you spoke, watching you wipe uselessly at your eyes. âThat devastated me, so I packed up, moved to Tokyo, and got pastry training. I haven't been back since.âÂ
âThat fuckinâ dick!â Satoru looked obviously upset over everything coming out of your mouth. âSeriously, you're beautiful, god I hate people like that!â No one should ever be treated the way you have been. To take care of a partner, give up on a dream for someone who you were supposed to marry, to have them pull shit like that. It made Satoru sick to his stomach.Â
âYeah, I'm still trying to get over it. In a way, I guess I'm happy it happened because I feel like I wouldn't have gotten as far in my career as I have. But the scars are still there, along with the trust issues. I can't bring myself to date anyone, let alone have sex.âÂ
Oh. Satoru perked up at you mentioning sex. You had told him you didn't need sex. The reasoning behind that was like an itch he couldn't scratch. You brought it up, so he might as well take the opportunity to ask while he had that.
âWhy is that? The sex part, I mean, you deserve your needs to be taken care of as much as the next person.â
âThat my friend is because he broke up with me right after we had sex. Imagine just having an orgasm, and your boyfriend gets off of you and tells you he wants to break up before listing everything wrong with you.â
âFuckinâ shithead.â Satoru wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest and hugging you as tightly as possible. âI'm so sorry you went through that. He's an asshole for doing that to you.â Satoruâs hand gently stroked your head as your face rested in the crook of his neck. âI hope you recover soon because you deserve to feel loved and happy.â His hand paused as he snickered. âAnd have mind-blowing sex that makes you forget all about those bullshit excuses he gave you.âÂ
Gojo Satoruâs words and tone were so genuine you found yourself smiling into his neck. Your arms wrapped around him as you lay down. âI hope so, too. Thank you, Satoru.âÂ
âNo, thank you for sharing that with me; it means a lot.âÂ
The two of you stayed like that, his hand stroking your hair while you rested on his chest. Your pillow wall lasted thirty minutes and was never constructed again that night or the following one because there was a comfort you and Satoru found in each other.
The two of you had so much fun during the day. Laughing and talking as you would hang around with your family and friends. You told stories and jokes and went to dinners with the wedding party together. He got along well with everyone, and your friends liked him and his looks. At the same time, your parents admired him for helping around the inn, delivering towels to guests, and cleaning up with you. They saw him as a perfect partner, just like you had paid him to do it.
But you were beginning to wonder if it was just his job or just him being Gojo Satoru. The amount of laughing and talking you did in front and behind closed doors didn't feel like he was doing another job. He seemed to be enjoying himself truly. The days seemed to fly by, and it was hard to believe it was Wednesday night. Satoru walked you to the bar your friends were at for the bachelorette party. If it was Wednesday, you only had four days left with him.Â
âAre you planning on getting drunk, like super drunk?â Satoru asked, looking at you from over his sunglasses. âBecause that's a sight I would pay money to see.â
âNah, I'll have a few drinks, but I don't like getting hammered drunk.â You gently bumped your shoulder into his side. âYou sure you don't want to join us? The girls said theyâre okay if you join.â
âEh, I don't like drinking. I'm a lightweight, and it never appealed to me. If Suguru were here, oh, he'd be down.â You beamed up at him as he mentioned his one and only best friend. âSeriously, he'd love this shit. Being surrounded by girls, drinking with them.â Satoru shoved his hands in his pockets. âSeriously though, he'd love you. You two would get along great. Iâll have to introduce you to him when we get back to Tokyo.âÂ
His words struck you like a hot iron. He was pulling out his phone and checking the time, oblivious to what he had just said. The man you were paying to be your boyfriend for a week wanted to introduce you to his friend? His best friend!Â
It had your heart fluttering as butterflies swarmed in your stomach. Satoru hadn't even corrected himself as he peered down at you, returning the warm and happy smile you were positive was tugging at your lips. God, you hadn't been this happy in so long.
âYeah, Iâd like that a lot.âÂ
âCool! We should set something up. Maybe we could get dinââ
The door to the bar flew open, and your friends, all looking intoxicated, spotted you. âThere she is! Hurry up, Y/N, you need to catch up!â the bride-to-be slurred as she reached for you.Â
âWaaait!! Mina, let her say bye to Satoru!!â another bridesmaid said, smacking her arm.Â
âRight! Right, sorry!â
You giggled, looking into Satoruâs cerulean eyes. âI'm being summoned. I should get going.â Gojo snorted, leaning down and kissing you on the lips. âI'll see you later.â
âUhm, excuse me.â Mina had a disgusted look on her face. âWhat the fuck was that lame-ass kiss?â Your other friends nodded in agreement. âSatoru, what the fuck? Don't you like Y/N?âÂ
âOf course, I like my girlfriend Mina.âÂ
âThen kiss her like you mean it!!âÂ
You turned, giving Mina a look that could curdle dairy. âMina, stop.â She flipped you off, her attention never leaving Satoruâs face.
âIf I don't get to go to a strip club, I wanna see a steamy kiss!â The other girls whistled and cheered. âI want it steamy! I'm talking smutty romance-level shit!âÂ
âMina!âÂ
âWhat you both are hot as fuck! Consider it a wedding gift!!â
âKiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!!âÂ
Oh great, now your drunken friends were chanting, and bystanders were watching. With a grimace, you turned to the very amused Satoru, who stared down at the drunken girls before his gaze fixed on you. He shrugged a shoulder as if saying, sure, why not? But he left the decision up to you.
While you were tempted not to make your poor pretend boyfriend a walking spectacle for a group of drunk women. The thought of having to listen to them bitch and moan about you being a party pooper was way worse. So you sighed before turning to face Satoru with a smile.Â
âYou heard them. If we do this, I can return the dish set we bought.âÂ
âYou don't have to tell me twice.âÂ
Satoru grabbed you by the throat, pinning you against the wall of the bar. His lips slammed against yours in a heated kiss you'd only seen in movies. His tongue was licking your bottom lip, and you so willingly obliged, opening your mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. Satoru trailed the hand that was around your throat down your curves. His large hand gripped your hips as he growled. Fuck he tasted so good, like cola and vanilla candy. Your tongue moved against his, trying to taste more of him.Â
While you tasted like strawberries and chocolate to him, it was like a symphony of tastes between your tongues. One that he didn't want to end, his knee pushed its way between your legs, pressing firmly over your clothes core, making you gasp into his mouth, eyes going wide as the intimate touch. Your moan only made Satoru kiss you harder, desperate to feel the vibrations from the desperate sounds escaping your mouth.
âWhoa! Okay! Okay!â Mina shouted, her wine spilling as she hurried forward. âI said kiss her! Not fuck her in public.â Your best friend playfully swatted at his arm.
When Satoru broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected your bottom lips as you both gasped for air. The sheer intensity of the kiss rendered you speechless as he allowed his eyes to trail over your face. Taking in the flush tint of your cheeks, the way your body trembled under his hand, and the subtle way your hips rocked forward against his thigh. It looked like the kiss had as much of an effect on you as it did on him.
He pressed a soft kiss against your slightly swollen lips. âYou did ask for a smutty book kiss.â Satoru sighed as he pulled away. âI just delivered what you asked for.â Mina said something along the lines of âsmutty kiss without the smut, pleaseâ as she headed back into the bar. âWell, she might not have enjoyed it, but at least you seemed like you did.â His teasing tone slowly brought you back to reality.
âY-Yeah, it was lovely.â You fanned yourself before heading to follow after your friends. âIâll see you later tonight.â You breathed out, but just before you could make it inside the door, Satoru grabbed your wrist, pulling you in for a hug.
âCall me when youâre done, and Iâll come get you, okay?â
âOkay.â
His lips were against yours again before he released you. âOkay.â He repeated your word back to you before waving you off as he headed back in the direction of the inn.
His kiss, the tone of voice, and the mere conversation of introducing him to his best friend whirled around your mind as you guzzled down a shot of sake, which had to have been the fifth one in the last forty minutes. While the other bridal party members were laughing and talking, you stared at the table. The kiss and Satoruâs words replayed over and over again in your head, like old sitcom reruns.Â
Was it normal for an escort to tell a client they wanted to introduce them to their friends? Was he just being friendly or taking pity on you? Then there was that kiss outside of the bar! He didnât have to put his knee between your legs, but he did! Now your panties were wet, and the more you thought about the kiss, about him, the wetter they seemed to get.
Holy shit, what was wrong with you!?Â
Just three days ago, you told the guy you didnât have sex; you didnât need it. But the more you got to know him, the more times he kissed you, the more your icy resolve began to melt. Gojo Satoru was lighting a fire within you. One that you were very cautious of because you didnât want to be burned again.
You got up from the table, swaying as you headed for the bathroom. Was Satoru just being nice? Or did he feel the same way you did? There was some sort of connection between the two of you. One that you might want to explore if he wants to as well. Why else would he talk to you the way that he did?
Entering the bathroom, you sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your fingers trailed over your still-swollen lip. Toji had never kissed you like that in the past. Staring in the mirror, you groaned. An image of Toji stood behind you, haunting you like he had done for the last year and a half.Â
âUgh, just get the fuck out of my head and let me heal already.â You scolded the image of him in the mirror, flipping it off.
âIâm in your head?â
Your heart stopped, and your hand dropped to your side. Tojiâs image smirked as he tilted his head. You were getting ready to ask yourself how drunk you were when Toji moved. His hands landed on the sink, caging you in while the smell of cedarwood engulfed you like a cloud of smoke.
âTojiâ!â
âShut up, we need to talk.â
(TBC)
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Part one here:: link
"oh i dunno if Im going to finish this" I say, right before the plot ate me. anyway this was too big to post in full to tumblr. If you want the full, completed fic (with bonus Fun Fic Facts tm) it is finished and up on A03 here:: link
TW vomiting, drug use
Eddie is good.
Eddie is kind.
Eddie does not run over Hendersonâs bike, laying haphazardly in Harringtonâs pristine driveway, even if it would make him feel better.Â
He does slam his van into park with enough force to make the brakes squeal, which he decides is an excellent way to announce his appearance to the entire neighborhood.Â
Itâs a move heâs pulled countless times. Charging in and making a scene meant people forgot that he couldnât actually fight for shit, and equally, took their attention off whatever their original target was.
Which in this case, was Eddieâs too fucking nice freshman.Â
The rage pulsing through him is white hot and all encompassing, and itâll get him through a lot--but the switchblade he carries ensures everyoneâs safety in these little matters.Â
It makes him brave.
Braver than he should be really, but Eddie spent the entire drive over here chain smoking out the window while prepping for this little confrontation and the more heâd thought it all over, the madder he got.
That a washed up jock thought he could still take advantage of actual children.Â
Nevermind Hellfire, or Henderson ditching, or Sinclaireâs ranting.Â
This was about their relationship with Harrington.Â
A picture has been building in Eddieâs head. One thatâs only gotten clearer after today, and one he will be putting an end to, because he doesnât believe for a second Harrington has a headache.Â
Henderson might always be the smartest person in the room, but heâs dumb as hell socially. Too honest, too blunt, and frankly, too goodhearted.Â
That makes him easy to take advantage of.Â
Sinclair was worse--the guy was too easy to guilt trip.Â
It was a noted issue with his ranger, and apparently, himself, and Eddie could easily see how Harrington could have twisted the idea of some ridiculous life-debt to keep Lucas in his clutches. Â
Even Mayfield, Billy Hargroveâs former stepsister, was wrapped up in Harrington enough to have a go at her own friends over him!Â
She wasnât even one of his flock, but Eddie was her neighbor. Saw how her mom was barely home. How she was practically raising herself, head down, doing her best not to ever let people see her cry.Â
Yeah.
Wouldnât exactly be difficult for a guy like Steve Harrington to swoop in and take advantage there.Â
Wheeler clearly wasnât a fan and Eddie can only come up with reason after reason as to why--King Jackass had the poor kidâs entire friend group under some kind of--of sick spell.
Well.Â
Eddie was here to break it.Â
Even if it meant storming into the Kingâs castle by himself and calling him out on his shit.Â
Nobody fucked with his people. Especially not douchebag, washed up jocks.Â
Heâs up to Harringotnâs ridiculous double doors in a flash, banging hard on the wood with a closed fist, positively fuming and uncaring of who sees.Â
Surprise, surprise, itâs Henderson who opens it.
âEddie?â He says, blinking up at him like heâs not sure of what heâs seeing. âWhat are you--hey!âÂ
Hey, because Eddieâs pushed past him, storming into the house.Â
âThis has gone on long enough.â He announces, loud as he ever has been. âWhere the hellâs Harrington?â
Henderson, frustratingly, does not weep or throw his hands up in celebration of Eddieâs incoming rescue.Â
Which is fine--Eddie hasnât broken the spell yet.
Unfortunately he is bitching, in that infamously annoying tone of his.
âDude, shut up, Steveâs pills really only work for like, an hour--âÂ
âFantastic, heâll be clear headed for our little talk.â Eddie tells him, head sweeping left and right as he looks for his target. Heâs been in Casa de Harrington a few times before to deal, but it was always at night.
He can now say with perfect honesty that the place looks worse in the bright light of the day.Â
âWas that Eddie?â Sinclair calls, and Eddie orients towards him instantly, storming down the hall.Â
It doesnât take long to find the kid.Â
 Lucas is standing in a kitchen larger than Eddieâs entire trailer, a too-large pink apron drowning his frame.Â
He turns, revealing the front of the thing has âWhisk Takerâ written on it in syrupy white font.Â
(Baking puns. Disgusting.)Â
âAre you cooking?â Eddie accuses with a sneer, though his disgust isnât aimed at the freshmen.Â
This is exactly what he was afraid of finding.Â
Lucas just stares at him. âUh--yeah?âÂ
âWhat did I say about too many people, Munson?â Mayfrield spits angrily. It takes a second to locate her--the kitchen is enormous and far too white--but eventually Eddie realizes sheâs perched up on a counter next to the largest sink heâs ever seen.Â
For a second, Eddie thinks thatâs just where sheâs chosen to sit. Then she moves, and he realizes sheâs washing and drying a series of water bottles.Â
He never in his life thought heâd witness Maxine Mayfield willingly do someone else's dishes.Â
âSomeone get me Harrington.â Heâs not trying for anything dramatic, but his voice must sound dangerous because all three freshmen stop dead, eyes wide as if he's just spoken in tongues.
He zeroes in on Dustin with a glare. âNow.â
Who huffs, throwing his hands up in the air like Eddieâs the one being unreasonable here.Â
âAbsolutely not--we just got Steve to sit down. Heâs been following me around the house insisting Iâm causing more problems than Iâm fixing!â
âBecause you are.â Steve says, voice dripping with calm condescension as he appears like a wraith in the doorway. âAnd I know youâre all into the whole dungeon game, Munson, but this is a little dramatic, even for you.â
Eddie whirls to face him, already vibrating with fury. âOh, thatâs rich, coming from the guy whoâs treating them like his personal minions. Whatâs next, Harrington? Gonna make them re-shingle the roof? Paint your house? Wax your car?â
Steve gives him a flat, almost disbelieving stare. âDo you seriously think I had Henderson miss your game just so I could lounge around while heâs doing chores?â
Eddie doesnât bite, too busy unloading. âOh we can both see itâs more than that.â
He doesnât notice the way Steveâs jaw tenses, or how his hand creeps up to the side of his head, rubbing at his temple.Â
âAnything else you want done, Harrington? Maybe make âem mow the lawn?â Eddie sneers. âOr teach âem to plump your pillows just the way you likeââ
Steve finally snaps, pushing himself upright. âYou know what Munson, you're right,â he says, voice tight with barely-contained frustration. âIâm clearly a terrible person they need to be rescued from so--â Â
He cuts himself off with a hiss, eyes squeezing shut as his hand goes to the side of his head, and spits out his next words like they hurt.Â
âYou can play the good guy and take them all home.âÂ
Dustin, with an exasperated sigh, steps between them. âNo,â he tells Steve sternly, as if managing an unruly child, before spinning on his heel to say the exact same thing, in the exact same tone--to Eddie.Â
(Jackass freshman canât even appreciate when theyâre being actively rescued!)Â
âEddie, I promise that this isnât what it looks like.âÂ
For anyone else it would sound like a plea, but Henderosn somehow makes it condescending.
âWe can explain, alright?â Dustin says, raising his hands as though coaxing a skittish animal. âWill you let us explain? Please?â
Eddie glowers.Â
âYou clearly do not, in fact, know what this looks like. Because if you did,âÂ
Eddie can make himself menacing and he does so now, pulling on every single year of drama and theatrics and lying to cops heâs had, pushing his shoulders back and making his body tall.
âYou would know that it looks like a guy who peaked in high school is forcing a bunch of fourteen year olds to do his bidding.âÂ
He takes an aggressive step towards Steve, boots thunking hard on the floor. âAnd that isnât happening on my watch.âÂ
âArenât you like an extra super senior?â Mayfield says, arms crossed over her chest.Â
âIrrelevant!â Eddie swats the air in her direction, as if to physically bat away her words. âIâm still in high school and Iâm not emotionally blackmailing a bunch of kids into waiting on me hand and foot while I fake a headache!âÂ
âOh ew.â Maxâs nose scrunches in disgust, a mixture of disbelief and fury warring on her face. âThat is not whatâs happening here.âÂ
âWere you even listening earlier?!â Lucas says, like he canât quite believe Eddie is this dumb.Â
(His character will be the next to die, so Eddie swears.)Â
âI did.â Eddie points a finger at him, triumphant. âI heard all about how heâs tricked you into thinking you owe him a life-debt!â
âA what?â Harringtonâs squinting, like heâs struggling to follow along what is happening. Itâs a halfway decent sick act, Eddie will give it to him, but he knows the facade will drop in a moment.Â
As soon as the asshole loses his temper and decides to try and throw Eddie out, heâll switch from the Poor Me act into the usual pompous, rich dick on a rampage persona.Â
âHow heâs saved you all, convinced you and Henderson that youâre in debt to him.âÂ
âCould we just---please stop yelling?â Steve says in the background, heel pressing hard against his eyes.Â
Then winces like his own voice hurts his head.
âWhat the hell, Eddie?!â Dustinâs cut across the room, stepping in between the two older teens. âWhere did this even come from!?âÂ
âGuys.âÂ
âThe mouths of babes, Henderson. Which you would know if you witnessed Sinclairâs rant instead of missing out because King Dickhead demanded your presence at his castle!âÂ
âGuys.â Steveâs voice abruptly takes on a weird tone, and itâs only Mayfieldâs eyes popping wide that has Eddie realizing something is wrong--right before Harrington shoots past him, noisily hurling in the sink.
âGross!â Max shrieks, throwing herself off the counter.Â
Harrington aims a shaky middle finger in her direction.Â
âI just washed those bottles Steve, I'm not washing them again!â Mayfield rants, but sheâs not fooling anyone. Not with the way sheâs already edging back towards him, like sheâs afraid he might fall over.Â
(Worse, like she might try to catch him, as if Harringtonâs broad, barbarian-like shoulders wouldnât flatten her instantly.)Â
âAl-âright.â Harrington slurs a moment later, still panting over the sink. âEveryone--out. Now.âÂ
âSteve--âÂ
âNope. Making it worse. Out.âÂ
He manages to stand and turn, leaning hard against the counter and for the first time since this all started, Eddie looks at him.Â
Properly, and not through the lens of righteous fury.Â
Harringtonâs pale.
The shirt heâs wearing is stained with sweat marks, his sweatpants clearly old and worn for comfort rather than style.Â
His hairâŚ
Eddie has never seen Harrington without his infamously perfect hairdo, and the messy, slick waves plastered to his forehead is more of a shock then him vomiting in the sink.Â
Heâs got his hands pressed hard against his eyes again, and thereâs a slight tremble in his fingers that belay heâs likely in a lot more pain than heâs letting on.
In short, Harrington looks like absolute shit, and Eddie, maybe, possibly, the tiniest bit believes he actually has a migraine.Â
Well, it was that or he was really committed to the bitâŚÂ
The tense silence that has befallen them all is ruined when Harrington makes a âhurk.â noise.
âIâm going to throw up again.â He decides after a moment of contemplation, before whipping back around to the sink and doing just that.Â
âSteveâs right.â Mayfield decides suddenly, over all the nasty noises. âWe should leave.âÂ
âIâm almost done cooking!â Sinclair protests, as if Harrington isnât presently throwing up the contents of his stomach.Â
âYouâre almost done burning things, you mean.â Max mutters, but her words canât hide the blatant concern written all over his face. âI donât think heâs going to keep anything down.âÂ
âHe needs us to finish what we started.â Dustin argues passionately. âYou know how bad he gets, heâs not gonna be able to get up in an hour!âÂ
(A clear exaggeration, because Harrington looks like heâs not gonna make it across the kitchen unassisted.)Â
âWhat I need is for everyone to stop talking so fucking loud.â Harrington moans, before appearing to give up on life entirely.Â
He sort of sags against the counter, resting his head against his arms while bent double, as if that would help things.Â
It was at this point that Eddie had the most unfortunate realization that he might be the asshole here.Â
Because Harrington looks rough--and if he actually does in fact, have a migraine, then Eddie has done nothing but make it worse.
(Very likely the freshmen have as well, given Dustin is incapable of talking in anything other than a loud yell, and the smell of Lucasâs burnt food has permeated the air.
Mayfield seemed to have accomplished a small amount of actual work, at least.
âŚIf Harrington managed to miss throwing up on the water bottles.)Â
âLook,â Harrington interrupts with an audible, thick swallow.âYou guys did great, and I appreciate the uh, help. Iâm fine, I promise, you can all go home. Munson,âÂ
He doesnât turn, but his voice does change into something thatâs half pleading, half demanding.
âCan we please fight about this tomorrow? Or next week?âÂ
âNo fighting!â Dustin shrieks, which has the effect of making Harrington cringe into the counter--and that is what finally kicks Eddie over.
Bows to the instincts that now want to wrap up Harrington in a blanket over the ones that want to strangle him, (though both are very much at odds in his head with each other.)
âWe can put a pin in it.â He says, all the venom dropping out of his voice, already knowing whatâs going to happen next and hating himself for it.Â
Even at his absolute worst, Eddie has never been able to resist trying to fix a problem heâs been presented with--or turn down someone who needs help.
Harrington, clearly, needs help.Â
âYou heard him.â He tells his freshman, then immediately holds up a hand when all three try to protest at once.Â
âAh-ah, inside voices.â He himself uses a harsh whisper, and then has to fight not to laugh aloud when all three abruptly eye him like heâs lost his head.
He probably has.
(Fucking King Steve.
No one who is that much of a douchebag should ever look that pathetic without deserving it, itâs against the Munson doctrine.)Â
âHenderson, have you done anything actually useful while youâve been here? Like, say, getting a warm washcloth?âÂ
âI--oh.â Dustinâs on the defense instantly, but for once actually listens before he finishes his sentence. âUh. No.â
âGo do that then.â Eddie instructs, making sure to keep his voice quiet and even.Â
âSinclair, toss out the eggs, then take the garbage out so itâll stop stinking up the place. Mayfield, see if these windows open. HarringtonâŚâÂ
He pauses, watching as Harrington tries to gather himself, moving slowly and deliberately like even breathing hurts. His entire appearance is grating Eddieâs nervesânot because he doesnât care, but because he does, and thatâs infuriating.Â
âGo lay down, man.â He finishes lamely.Â
He expects the freshmen to listen to him. Knows they will, in his heart of hearts, even if they bitch back, because thatâs just how things are when he decides to take charge. So few people truly want to, that others are often relieved when he does.Â
Steve Harrington is not most people.
If he argues, he could very well tip things out of control again, which means Eddie is likely going to have to force the trio of fourteen year olds out of the house.Â
Henderson and Sinclair he can manage but MayfieldâŚ
Thankfully, Steve pushes off the counter with a groan, muttering something under his breath, but slowly making his way toward the couch without any other protest.Â
The freshmen exchange glances, all of them looking just as unsure as Eddie feels. Like theyâre waiting for instructions now that their default leader is down for the count.
He clears his throat pointedly.Â
âHello? Did I not give you marching orders?â He bats his hands at them. âGo march!âÂ
Mayfield mutters something that sounds an awful lot like âhypocriteâ but thankfully, does as asked.Â
âAre you gonna give us a ride home?â Henderson asks as he finally starts moving around--hopefully to get a damn washcloth.Â
âYou got yourself here, you can get yourself home.â Eddie scoffs back, taking stock of Harringtonâs kitchen.Â
He eyes the line of pain pills laid out on the counter, quickly noting not one of them is anything that would help with a sneeze let alone a migraine.Â
Typical.Â
âWhy not?â Dustin disappeared down a hallway, but the fact Eddie can still hear him plain as day speaks to his ability to keep quiet. âYou have your van, donât you?âÂ
âBecause Iâm not leaving when you three are leaving.âÂ
Itâs an absentminded comment, given his mind is elsewhere.Â
Weed may be his bread and butter but he does have a handful of more serious things on offer.Â
Of those things, one or two have some fun little unexpected side effects, and if Eddie recalls Rickâs yapping right, one of said things was stopping headaches.Â
Said magic little mushrooms might even be in a pocket or two, here, if he remembers rightâŚÂ
âWait, you're staying here?â Lucas protests, far too loudly.Â
"Ssszzhh!" Eddie hisses, drawing out the sound dramatically, mostly for the sake of cutting off whatever protests were coming his way.Â
âNo arguing. Your beloved King clearly needs a nap, and that means youâre all off duty. Unless," he adds with a raised eyebrow, "you intend to watch him sleep?"
Dustin looks torn, but mutters a quiet, "No," his eyes shifting sideways like he's weighing the logic.
"Good. Then if youâre all finishedâŚ?â
He waits for the nods he knows are coming.Â
âExcellent. Now leave." Eddie says, pointing towards the door.Â
They hesitate for a second, but then finally begin to shuffle out, the door clicking quietly behind them.Â
And just like that, Eddieâs left standing there, watching Steve breathe shallowly on the couch--with a washrag over his eyes.
(At least Dustin managed that.)Â
He could leave now.Â
Should leave, really. Giving out drugs for free is not exactly a good business move and Steve will no doubt sleep the headache off without it. But Eddieâs feet don't seem to agree with him, rooted in place as his gaze lingers on the sharp line of Steve's jaw, the slight twitch of his brow every time a muscle aches.
Feels the pull, deep in his gut, to provide the relief he knows he can give.Â
Before he knows whatâs happening, heâs moving, crossing the room toward him.
âMunson?â Harrington squints up at him as he registers his presence, washcloth nudged upwards by shaky fingers. âWhyâr you still âere?âÂ
âBecause Iâm stupid.â Eddie mutters, right before realizing he actually said that outloud.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Thank God for Harringtonâs headache.Â
âYou look terrible, man.â Eddie says slightly louder. âThat hair of yours is so flat I think your crownâs gonna fall right off.âÂ
Heâd meant it as a joke--spoke it like one, but it seems to snap Harrington out of his pity party.Â
The sigh that blasts out of him is a whole body affair, and gets his feelings across better than his words do. âI get it. You thought this was something else and it wasnât. Not the first time thatâs happened.âÂ
He turns, cheek scraping against the fabric of his shirt, red rimmed eyes squinting against the light to look at Eddie.Â
âYou got your laugh in, so you can go.âÂ
Thereâs defeat in his voice. Like heâs accepted this might as well have happened.Â
(Like heâs just as beaten down as anyone Eddie has ever saved.)Â
âI didnât stick around to laugh.â Eddie keeps his voice soft, and that somehow, makes the next part easier to say. Â
âI honestly thought you were messing around with Henderson and Sinclair, and I uh, Iâm used to being the only person who gives a shit. When that kind of thing happens.âÂ
Harrington grimaces.Â
âItâs okay.â he mutters, eyes sliding closed once more. âMost people still think Iâm an asshole.â
His tone has gone odd again, wrecked and rasping, migraine clearly trumping whatever strong feelings he had on the matter.Â
And the stupid thing was, Harrington himself was never really an asshole.Â
Sure he went along with the assholes, and he definitely egged them on if not outright participated in some of the lower tier shitty activities, but he wasnât the guy slamming people into lockers.Â
(Eddie, in fact, has a hazy memory of Steve telling off Hagan for doing said locker slamming.)Â
It didnât make him a good guy--heâd had slung too many insults around to get that label--but in the rankings of assholery, his was of the average variety.Â
Which means that Eddie cannot logic himself out of his own stupid desire to help.
Even if he really, really wants to.
âYeah well, even assholes need assistance sometimes, and since I kicked your help out, itâs on to make up for it.âÂ
âNo offense,â Steve slurs tiredly, âbut I donât think youâre any quieter than Dustin.âÂ
A smile ghosts over Eddieâs face.Â
âI live in a tiny ass trailer, Harrington. Trust me, I know how to be quiet. I simply choose not to be.â He moves, slow and careful, until heâs seated next to the fallen King on his stupidly huge (and very uncomfortable) couch.Â
Steveâs eye follows him over, staring up as he white knuckles his sweatpants, washrag sitting crooked on his forehead.Â
âIâm not sure Iâm not gonna throw up again.â He admits after a moment.Â
âAnd that right there is one of the things I can help with. Provided,â Eddie waggles his eyebrows, âthat you donât mind taking a more recreational route for your recovery?âÂ
â....are you offering me drugs?âÂ
âI am indeed.â Eddie confirms with a real smile, plucking the offending baggie out of a pocket.Â
âYou ever done shrooms, your majesty?âÂ
Steve huffs a quiet noise that might have been a snort, had he put any effort behind it.Â
âHow is that going to help?âÂ
âBe-cauuuuuse,â Eddie draws the words out, still a showman even if he is doing his level best to talk as quietly as possible, âshrooms are what we call a psychedelic, and those are pretty well known among certain circles as the headache healer.âÂ
Provided one took the medicinal amount and not the down-the-rabbit-hole amount.Â
Harringtonâs eyes are back open, only this time theyâre looking at Eddieâs fingers the same way a dog looks at a nail trimmer: concerned and not entirely unsure it wasnât going to bite him.Â
âIâm notâŚâ He cuts himself off, frowning.Â
âYouâve bought plenty of my weed, Harrington. Trust me this isnât any different.â Eddie tells him.Â
Isnât offended in the slightest--this reaction is pretty typical for people who have only smoked the ganja.Â
Even the ones who asked to try for something with a little more âumph.âÂ
âSânot that.âSteve admits quietly. âI uh. Had a bad trip. While back.âÂ
âAh, gunshy.â Eddie says it without a lick of judgment, because Eddieâs been there.
Or rather in the shower, at two am because he accidentally spilled LSD on his hand and promptly tripped balls for 48 hours after. Â
 âIâll hang around a bit, if you like.â He offers casually. âMake sure things donât go sideways.â
He gets another huff-snort as Harringtonâs watery eyes return their attention to him.Â
âAnd what are you going to do if they do go sideways?â
âPut you back together again.â Â
Eddie knows his grin is crooked, but canât help it. Heâs thinking about Humpty Dumpty and the Kingâs Men. Â
Somehow he doesnât see Steve Harrington cracking that easilyâat least, not without putting up a good fightâbut drugs did worse things to better people.Â
âIt really helps?â Steve asks, voice quiet. Doubtful.
Eddie presses his hands to his chest. âScouts honor.â
âYou were not a boy scout.â Steve tells him, but heâs struggling to sit up anyway, looking game.Â
âAlright, so how do I do this?â He asks, though heâs already halfway down again, propped up on his elbows.
âFirst, you lay back down, and Iâll brew it into tea,â Eddie explains.Â
âTea?â
âWell, you could eat them straight, but I donât think theyâd taste too great. Not that I wouldnât mind watching you try.â
Steve scowls. âSadist.â
âGuilty,â Eddie replies, biting back the urge to sing-song it, keeping his voice down and steady. âJust a heads-up: they kick in fast, but Iâll go light on youânothing like the âfunâ dose for the usual crowd.â
Which is how he ends up back in the kitchen, this time making tea and humming to himself, before offering the final brewed concoction to Harrington.
Who downs it like a shot, because heâs a fucking frat-bro at heart.Â
âI didnât find a teacup for you to do that.âÂ
Between a full-body shudder and a dramatic grimace, Steve chokes out âNot gonna lie I didnât think we owned a teacup.âÂ
âWhat, do you think I just have them in my van?â
âHonestly? Yeah.âÂ
Which is kind of hysterical, and something Eddie may be doing--not that heâs telling Harrington that.Â
âAnd now we wait!â He announces instead of rambling about teacups, nearly clapping his hands together before he remembers the migraine Steve is soldiering through with surprising grit.Â
Eddie himself would have turned into a whiny mess, so he canât help but admire the guyâs restraint.
âWaiting to see if I hurl again, you mean?â Steve mutters, flopping backward onto the couch. âThat tasted like battery acid.â
âThink itâs coming back up?â
âNo clue.â
They sit in silence for a second, then Eddie pokes, âMaybe itâs best if you crash in your room, man. You look like death warmed over, and this couch sucks.âÂ
An understatement, if there ever was one. The fucking thing didnât seem to be made for people to actually sit on.Â
Reluctantly, Steve pulls himself up, heading toward his room. Eddie tags along, snarky grin covering the way he holds his hands out in case the jock ahead of him slips on the stairs and takes them both out.Â
(Unlike Mayfield, Eddie does not pretend Steve doesnât outclass him weight wise. The man was built like a brickhouse, and he has to fight to keep his eyes up toward Steveâs hair instead of on his ass.)Â
Thankfully, heâs saved from all R-rated thoughts by the sheer horror of Harringtonâs bedroom.Â
âHarrington, Iâve found the source of all your migraines.â Eddie tells him, tone as serious as heâs ever been.
âHa-ha.â Steve deadpans, stepping into his plaid fucking room.Â
âIâm not kidding, Iâm getting a headache and Iâve been here less than five seconds.âÂ
The whole place truly is a nightmare--like someone took one of those plaid hunting jackets and themed an entire room around it.Â
Fucking rich people.Â
âTrust me, itâs not the wallpaper.âÂ
âGiven how youâre weaving on your feet, I think itâs safe to say I donât trust you at all.â Eddie tells him, half helping half dragging Steve towards the bed.Â
Itâs a comfy looking thing and Harrington falls into it gratefully, immediately crawling under the covers.Â
âYou know where to find me?â Eddie asks him, refusing to think Harrington snuggling up in his bed is something cute.Â
âYeah?â
âGood. Hit me up next time your head gets bad. Iâll make sure to keep some of this,â He shakes the little baggie, âon hand.âÂ
Steveâs pulled the covers all the way up past his chin, but he moves it down a little to properly cock an eye at Eddie.Â
âDare I ask what you're gonna charge for that?â
âLetâs call it a fair trade for all those times youâve driven the freshman home from Hellfire.âÂ
If Steve even recalls this conversation, that is. Eddie hadnât exactly given him the âfunâ kind of dose, but then, he himself has never tested out what dose is needed to cure headaches rather than simply having fun destroying one's own ego.Â
He supposes thatâs something he and Harrington both will have to test, between them--because Eddie meant it when he offered the drugs for free.
No one deserves to suffer from the kind of migraine Harrington clearly had.Â
âThink youâre good to drop off.â Eddie tells him, after making sure Steve is happily content in his bed.Â
Checks his watch to make sure enough time has passed to safely call it, before beginning to attempt his way out of Steveâs god-awful bedroom.Â
Which of course, is when Harrington reaches out, looping his fingers around Eddieâs wrist.Â
It freezes him in place.Â
In a moment that is so utterly selfish and stupid that Eddie will loudly insist it was a hallucination should Harrington ever dare ask about it, he turns his palm and moves so that heâs clasping Steveâs fingers with his own.Â
âThanks. For all this.â Steve whispers, as they hold hands for a moment.Â
Eddie squeezes his fingers against the younger manâs before he moves to make his retreat, flashing a peace sign over his shoulder as he goes. Â
âAnytime, big boy.âÂ
Anytime.Â
xxx
The thing no one tells you about creating a doctrine, is that at some point or another, someoneâs going to hold you to it.Â
In Eddieâs case itâs four very pissed off teenagers.
He has a gold medal in mental gymnastics and a silver in denial. Left on his own devices he could easily excuse everything that happened yesterday.Â
Reclassify the fallen King as pathetic, and the kids' weird loyalty to him as a holdover from his babysitting days.Â
Blame their nosy-ness on them being involved in Harringtonâs life, and happily go back to mocking their relationship with renewed vigor because now heâs not going to handwave their behavior as being afraid of Harrington.Â
Nope, they clearly and willingly, have attached themselves to the King, which means Eddie gets to make fun of them for life.Â
Pity they donât leave Eddie to his own devices.Â
In fact, the little shits hit him up first thing in the morning, early enough that he'sâ a little suspicious that the boys slept over at Maxâs trailer.Â
âWeâre not done talking about Steve.â Mayfield tells him and given the determined (Henderson) angry (Sinclair) and put out (Wheeler Jr.) faces glaring at him from over her shoulder, Eddie figures his chances for getting out of this conversation are slim to none.
âGood morning to you too.â He snarks, voice gravel-deep with sleep. âWhat do you little shits want?â
âI literally just said.â Max rolls her eyes so hard he thinks about commenting that they may stick back there, only to decide that makes him sound too much like a teacher for his liking.Â
(Besides if they get stuck, heâll have an excuse to whack her on the back of her head without getting murdered for it.
âŚwell.Â
An attempt at an excuse, anyway.)Â
âAnd who says I have anything I want to talk about?â He fires back, leaning a shoulder against the old metal doorframe.Â
Just because he understood what they wanted didnât mean he was going to make it easy.Â
âWould you just let us in?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âEddie.â Dustin whines, and Eddie redirects his frown his way. âCome on.âÂ
âWell I suppose if you say it that way,â Eddie hums thoughtfully. âNo.âÂ
âSteveâs sick, you asswipe.â Max snaps angrily.Â
âI know,â He volleys back, brightly sarcastic. âI saw him yesterday.â
Because itâs Mayfield, she matches him tit for tat, a mimicry of his sarcastic drawl entering her voice. âGood! You get to see him today too.â
And just like that their little ambush makes sense.
(Heâs got to find a new way to get the damn kids to fear him, clearly his usual menacingness just isnât cutting it anymore.)Â
âAnd why would I do that?âÂ
Heâs done his good deed. He helped Harrington out, and even offered free drugs to help him get his migraines under control.Â
Checking up on the guy was overkill. Â
âWe were gonna do it, but someone let it slip that Steve was sick.â A cutting glance is given to Henderson, who makes a face but otherwise holds his ground.Â
âAnd his mom called everyone else's parents with instructions that we leave him alone until he feels better.â Â
âSo now if we go over there,â Sinclair finishes for his girlfriend, âwe get grounded.âÂ
Which neatly answers every question that just popped into Eddieâs head.Â
The threat makes sense for the boys--Eddieâs met Claudia Henderson and though she has that bubbly, easy to confuse nature of suburbanites everywhere, there was an undercurrent in her eyes of someone who knew more than she was letting on.Â
Or perhaps, someone who simply knew what they wanted, and was happy to settle and wait for it.Â
 Likewise the Sinclair and Wheeler parental units seem to want to keep in her--and Steveâs, no doubt, given he carts their kids around--good graces.Â
Given Mayfieldâs mom wasnât even home last night, her participation in this farce does not make sense and Eddie narrows his eyes at her in warning.Â
âI fail to see how this is my problem.â He says instead of directly calling her out.
She knows he knows, and heâs smart enough to figure out how to relay that without saying it directly.Â
(An action taken out of respect for surviving a bad home life, and absolutely not because heâs terrified sheâll crawl through his window to enact revenge in the middle of the night.)Â
âItâs your problem because you owe him one.â she tells him firmly. âAnd us.â
Oh no he does not.Â
âHow so?â He challenges with a snorted laugh.Â
âYou did kind of storm into his house and yell a lot.â Sinclair points out. Heâs doing better at speaking up, Eddie realizes with a twisted sense of pride and dread.Â
Not quite so easy to steamroll after his outburst yesterday.Â
A part of him hopes that sticks around--Sinclair needs a spine, and not just because Mayfield will keep running circles around him until he grows one.Â
The rest of Eddie is pissed off that he decided to get one now, when it directly impacted Eddieâs Saturday morning sleeping plans. Â
Leave it to these dickheads to use a good deed against him.
âLook--we canât make sure heâs okay. You can.â Mayfield steps up to jam a painted fingernail in Eddieâs chest. âHe wonât let us do anything that will actually help him. You, he can't stop.âÂ
He does not take a step backward and thus lose all the cool points he has left in the eyes of the younger Hellfire members, but only because heâs already leaned up against the doorframe.Â
He bares his teeth at her in a silent snarl instead.Â
âWe made it worse.â She admits, voice sharp. âAnd I donât know how to make it better, but you seem to be able to, so congrats Munson--you get to go again!âÂ
Which gets Eddieâs back right up.Â
He pushes off the doorframe, ready to tell Mayfield--and all his little dipshits--right off, except this is when Wheeler Jr., of all people, decides to add in his two cents.Â
âIf you donât go, no one else will.â He looks off to the side while he says it, arms crossed tight across his chest and spitting the words out like he's admitting to a crime. âRobinâs not coming back until Monday and Nancy's got some stupid thing, so youâre literally the only person who can go.âÂ
Well just stab him in the heart, why donât you.Â
âWhat are the chances of you fucking back off to whatever hole you crawled out of if I refuse?â He asks, already knowing that heâs done for.
Accepted his fate, because he knows what itâs like not to have someone to rely on, when you need them the most.Â
âZero.â Sinclair and Henderson chant as one.Â
âWell then.â He tells them with the biggest, most put upon sigh he can manage. âGuess you got me in a box here.âÂ
Mayfield grins at him.
It reminds him vaguely of a shark.Â
A bloodthirsty, slightly demonic, mean shark.Â
âGood. Go get dressed.â
âOh Iâm doing this right now, am I?â He complains, but heâs already moving to go back into his trailer.Â
âWeâre not leaving until you do!â Mayfield yells at him.
Eddie slams the door in her face.Â
(Heâs never adopting freshmen again, as long as he fucking lives.)
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#0o0 fanfics#stranger things#robin buckley#the party#stobin#Steve is the parties older brother#headache#migraine#hurt/comfort#Eddie is as protective of the party as steve is lol#tw drug use/mention#specifically psychedelics'#tw vomiting#happy halloween they are about to get so fucking gay for each other lmao#I have to leave but#this is finished#its just LONG#Ill post the final part later
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w/c: 2.2K
pairing: miguel oâhara x f!reader
tags: 18+ smut. pure filth, desperate to be fucked, amazing friend shows you the way, male glory hole, choosing the thick one, age gap (20âs & 30âs), sucking dick, save a horse ride a cowboy (kinda)
a/n: bro itâs been a month since I had this idea but I was so preoccupied with the other 183749272 of my wips she was left behind𼲠but alas the reverse rookie finally (i was gonna write abt clothes but it flew past me- I was imagining a dress!)
part 1.2 â part 1.3
you were growing tired of the endless swiping on tinder and absolute douchebags you stumbled across, all that just to find someone for a small fling was way too much
at that point youâd have better luck finding someone at a bar but you also werenât in the mood to converse with someone, especially whilst ovulating when you just needed to pounce on someone, no questions asked
so when complaining to your friends about your hungry need but lack of sex, they told you to go to a nearby sex toy store because they had gloryholes in the back. you were so stunned to even say anything because you couldnât believe something like that even existed, let alone so close to you
one of them even offered to go with you that same night because you were already squeezing your thighs together in desperation and so you wouldnât feel so nervous. you said yes of course and that was when she told you they also had an adult theater and you nearly fell off the couch
after a short drive of five minutes tops, you had arrived and you thought maybe youâd look around or something but nope your friend just grabbed your hand and went straight to the back. she waved at the cashier and gave him a smile, âhey al, is it busy tonight?â
al shrugged then nodded and she gave him a thumbs up before dragging you past the door and taking a right turn. âhe doesnât look like heâs meant to work here of all places.â you joke and she laughs
the man had two long braids, a tie dye shirt and what looked to be camo shorts with sandals. just absolutely random but she waved you off
âalâs cool, this is his part time-â she utters, making you snicker
âfucked him too huh?â you tease making her roll her eyes
âand what about it?â she says playfully earning herself an eye roll
she led you the whole way through now taking a left and entering the first door, loud moans immediately being heard
âthese over here are straight men and the others are gay men.â she explains and points to each section
you both walk over to the left side to where the straight guys would be and it was better quality than expected
instead of it being literal holes on walls it had a fancier getup, the menâs torsos were sticking out of a hole while laying down on some sort of table and their upper half was hidden behind black fabric. they all had pictures above their hole with a picture of their faces and their ages
âthis is insane.â you mutter and she excitedly nods
âgo have your pick! and donât be afraid to be picky, choose what you need girl.â she says making you roll your eyes
she says that when thereâs only two available guys anyway. There were three other guys with girls on top of them, riding away and letting out the craziest of moans
so you walk directly to the first available guy and look at his picture. a cute white guy, looked mature, thirty three years old and his name was Peter
he mustâve sensed your presence because his cock twitched. he was very long but not so thick
you preferred the girth so you went on to the one next to him and your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets
this one was fucking long and thick. so fucking thick you thought itâd be impossible to fit inside you
but anything was possible
so you looked at his picture and were pleasantly surprised to find a latino, not only that but a fine one. he was thirty four years old and his name was Miguel
how the hell both of these man were in here is beyond you but youâre so feeling so fucking lucky because Miguelâs cock was exactly what youâve been needing
you just want to be filled to the absolute brim, feel a cock stretch you out as if it were the first time
so you climbed onto the table and Miguelâs cock also twitched out of excitement. meanwhile your friend jumped on top of Peter and was already positioning his cock to her entrance
crazy girl
you were wet but you felt like you had to be fucking drenched to be able to take him all so you scoot down his body and taking a hold of his cock. you kitten licked the tip causing for precum to leak immediately, poor guy mustâve been waiting a while..
you decide to not waste anymore time, for both your sakes and spit on it, letting it dribble down his length before stroking him with both hands. you were nearly drooling just looking at it but you couldnât really be blamed
miguel was already moaning mainly because the girls were looking past him because he was just too thick and they couldnât handle it. so he had to give props to his mystery girl that was hopefully going to give him a proper shot
he was already cheered up just by you knowing what you were doing. if this was all he was gonna get heâd be content with it
but you didnât come here to please a man, thatâs never top priority, top priority is taking care of yourself. though hearing his moans were just slightly changing your mind on that, you were already starting to drip through your panties
maybe it was the fact that you were only stroking him and he was moaning for you just from that, or maybe because he was a hot older man and you never had the confidence to go for men like him
definitely the latter
you figured it was enough teasing and started to take him in your mouth, or at least tried to because it was much more than you were expecting
for now you were able to take a little bit past his tip, which wasnât too bad considering you hadnât sucked a dick this thick and his groans werenât exactly saying youâre doing a bad job so you continued
you started to stroke him as you tried to take more of him then pull back and going back for more. this only had him trying his hardest to not push his hips up
you bobbed your head back and forth, now able to take half of it which was for sure an accomplishment. you only prayed your pussy could do the same
he continued with his melody of grunts and groans, then some praises came along
âfuck just like that baby.â
âtaking this cock so well.â
âsuch a good fucking girl.â
as soon as the first praise left his lips you started going faster, hearing the other two only left you moaning against him
he groaned and subconsciously lifted his hips up making you take nearly all of it
you closed your eyes and started to go lower, stroking the last bit that you couldnât fit
you swirled your tongue against his underside as you bopped your head up and down faster resulting in him moaning even louder
at this point you were absolutely drenched and you could feel him twitch in your mouth so you fully pulled away
he thought that was it so he was preparing himself for the worst while you sat up and climbed on top of his lap, hovering over his dick as you pulled your dress up and slid your panties to the side
you lowered yourself down, grabbing his dick, and positioning it to your entrance
first you swirled the tip against your folds, just so your wetness can act as lube because youâll need it
you then decided to grind against the entire length and it felt so amazing
you moaned and shivered as he brought a hand out just to put it on your hip, lightly squeezing the skin
finally it was time and you prayed for the best
you straightened his cock and positioned it to your entrance again, except this time you slowly were moving down. his tip alone was a painful stretch so you just stayed there biting your lip until the pain went away
it took a few more minutes before you moved down the tiniest bit. he was so much thicker than you antipciated. you thought your toys wouldâve prepared you but they were to no luck helpful
you took a deep breath then let it out before going down a little more, probably not even at the half way point yet
it was starting to feel better so you brought yourself up then went down to where you could take it. you sighed after doing it again, now feeling a mix of pain and pleasure but mostly ignoring the pain
you took a good two inches when you finally felt comfortable so you went even lower, finally hitting the hallway point. âyouâre doing so good baby.â he murmured, fighting back the urge to cum right then and there
you clenched against him making you both moan which was a good sign
you decided enough was enough and slammed down, whimpers escaping your lips as Miguel moaned in bliss
his hand rubbed your thigh softly as you slowly come up then slam down again. âFuck-!â
it was now fully pleasure and you could feel him fill you entirely. his cock felt perfect inside you and you shouldâve complained about your sex life sooner
you lower your body down, arching your back as you move your ass up and down. you closed your eyes and moaned every time you went all the way down
his tip was nearly grazing your sweet spot and if you went any faster both of you would be goners
but for now you took your time. it was so sensual as well as hot. Miguel had his arms behind his head just wishing he could see you. he also wanted to kiss you as he pounded into you so he could feel you moan in his mouth but it was a glory hole for a reason
you finally started moving a bit faster now, your ass smacking against his thighs each time you came down. the sounds were driving him insane
you sounded so wet and your voice was so angelic. every noise you made had him wanting to hear more of you
so he did the logical thing to be able to do that and thrusted his hips against you, taking you by surprise. he wanted to be selfish, heâs been dying to cum and youâre the first girl who dared to try his cock out today so he started to thrust his hips upwards.
he was now pounding into you as you held your position because there was no point in moving now. he groaned as he started going faster and harder, you just felt so fucking good he couldnât help himself
he needed to have all of you so bad
he was going at such a brutal pace you thought he was going to fully come out of the hole just to fuck you properly but he didnât
instead he took his other hand out, stopping for a solid second just to bring your ass down and wrapping his arms around you. he held on tightly and before you could object, he went back to pounding into you, no point in waiting so he went at the exact same pace again
you moaned out as he fucked you harder, the sounds from your corner being the loudest out of the whole room but you didnât care. the sexiest man youâve ever laid your eyes on was fucking you as if you were his to take and you werenât going to stop him
youâve been so desperate for a hookup like this you shouldâve known to look for the older men over guys your age. of fucking course a thirty year old was gonna know what to do over someone in their twenties
you were already thinking far ahead to think any time youâre horny to just drop by since it was so close and just let him fuck you however he wants in the adult theater
but the current moment was perfect too
he was mumbling dirty nothings as he mercilessly pounded into you, feeling that familiar feeling in his abdomen already. it wasnât his fault you had such a tight pussy that mustâve been made just for him. like a missing puzzle piece
he was a groaning mess and you could just tell that you were creaming on his dick because of how wet it sounded. âfuck please donât stop-â
his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his grip on you loosened. he changed to now doing deeper thrusts which was a perfect switch because he was hitting your g spot with every thrust and you were feeling so close to your orgasm
you tightened around him which only made him go even faster as you both moaned for one another. that did it for him and he came inside you. you whimpered and brought your body back up just for your orgasm to hit you hard and lift your hips up as he filled you completely
your heart was racing, your body was shaking, and you just closed your eyes to calm yourself down while still having him inside you
he pumped you full and you couldnât even be bothered to complain or fight him on it. itâs what you fucking craved and deserved so maybe you gotta thank him instead
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