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hellowoolf · 3 days ago

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something, somehow, someday

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series summary: you know you will love satoru for the rest of your life, but when you wake with his cursed energy in your navel there is no option but to flee. what future is there for a child of a god? at 18 satoru is without you, and you make off with a piece of him you hoped he'd never meet.

pairing: secret baby daddy!gojo x reader

tags: secret child trope, angst (lots), eventual fluff, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, a lot of yearning :P, chapter specific: SMUT!!!!, unprotected piv (again), creampie (again!), fingering, sleepy sex, some absolutely cloying and saccharine fluff this time

a/n: i'm sorry about the brief delay, a lot went on and work became busy but we're back on it!! also the love on strawberry cream is so absurdly incredible i am SO grateful. thank you all!! amazing art by @feenwege

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18+! minors dni <3

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when YOU first wake to the day the events of last night hesitate to return to you. your bedroom looks as it always does in the early morning glow, a beam of fresh sunlight hitting the floor just by your bed. but then an arm, muscled and heavy, slings over your waist and pulls you towards some hot mass of someone behind you and the mess you made arrives kneeled at your feet.

you fucked satoru last night. more than once. yes, your body heats at the memory of the two of you on the couch, against your bedroom wall, on your mattress, eventually. you twitch each leg to feel the soreness there, something sticky and his at the nexus.

despite yourself, you grin, a secret. this moment is yours alone to have, satoru’s breathing even on your neck as he puffs in something like peace. you twist in his hold to look at his face.

there is something uniquely beautiful about him when his eyes are closed. his irises are so blue, so alive, that they dominate his face when they’re open, casting shapes down his skin. and they’re terribly lovely things, too, but the slope of his nose, the pink of his lips, each cheekbone, they can get lost in the light of those eyes. you see so much more of him like this.

your alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so it must be no later than 5:30 am, but you don’t want to fall back asleep. satoru must sense you stirring because he blinks open slowly, bleary, before smiling at you, toothy and pleased.

“hi,” you whisper.

“hi,” he returns, nuzzling his nose into your neck and sniffing out loud. you laugh lightly and he only moves further into you, wrapping each arm about your torso and pulling one leg to hook over his waist.

you have only panties on, thrown over your legs lazily in the wee hours of last night, and he’s still completely bare, hard and aching and rubbing you through the fabric.

“satoru,” you admonish at the rutting of his hips, but there’s no heat in it. you feel his teeth bared in your neck.

“one more before you go to work.”

“i’m sore,” you whine, but you’re leveraging your ankle around him to grind your heat against him anyway. he groans into your skin and it reverberates through you.

“i’ll be gentle,” he promises.

and then there are no more words, only the soft rustle of him pulling down your panties and pushing inside, your wetness coming fast and damning at just the smell and sound of him.

“oh shit, sweetheart, this pussy is so perfect,” he growls, thrusts slow and lazy but curving up perfectly into that spot in the back he knows you love. the dull ache of overuse melts so easily with the wet pull of his cock, veins tracing your insides gently.

you brace your fingers around his neck and meet his little thrusts with your own, mewling into the pillow. there is something filthy about fucking you through his own dried cum from hours ago but it only turns you both on more.

satoru lifts the leg around his waist with one hand, fingers dimpling your thigh and holding it up slightly to fuck you deeper, and you both tip your heads back at the feel of him so deep in you.

“p-please satoru,” you whisper.

“f-fuck i fucking love when you beg for me like that,” he breathes.

“satoru,” you repeat, breathy to please him. his hips snap up a little harder, not so much losing restraint as he is getting lost in the sound of you wrapped around him, your voice in his head.

with his other hand satoru brings a thumb to your clit, nearly rubbed raw from last night, but he touches you only gingerly, only enough to make you feel it. he twists the pad of his finger slowly, traces shapes you don’t have the mind to decipher.

you can feel him pulsing with each noise pulled from your lips, after so many rounds last night he has become so closely acquainted again with what makes you squirm. he seems to take a great deal of pleasure simply in the sense that he knows you like this, knows how fast to play with your little button to make you cum when he wants it.

“fuck there, satoru, r-right there…”

he grins, almost relieved, panting back something like i know.

the pleasure zips up your spine like lightning, reaching out through your fingers and down your legs. your hips twitch and stutter, you’re so close, and he knows, smile widening into something hungrier.

“that’s it, baby, cum on my cock,” he encourages, thrusts gaining speed, fast enough that you can hear the wet fwap of each pump. you shudder and tremble, it’s right there, and then you see only white as your high washes over you.

the fluttering grip of your cunt only makes satoru fuck you faster, trying to make your high last while chasing his, moaning wild and quiet and just for you.

“fuckfuckfuck—ah—you’re gripping the fucking life out of me.”

you have no voice to respond with, lips parting still in a silent moan as the ecstasy wanes and surges again all at once.

“you’re gonna—ngh—you’re gonna make me cum again sweetheart,” he warns.

you nod and whimper back, using the last of your strength to hook his hips into yours. he knows what you want and it makes him feral, eyes half-lidded and mouth dropped open.

“oh fuck, s-shit, i’m c-cumming,” he growls, hot release pulsing into you. it feels like you’ve taken in a comet, warm and twitching and big.

he gives you two more little thrusts before stilling inside of you, in no rush to pull out. your pants meet his on the pillow and he kisses you once, no heat left but no less desperate for something you do not care to investigate, mainly because whatever it is you know you feel it too.

satoru squeezes your side once, pregnant with intent, grazing his thumb just under your breast.

“fuck, i think you were made for me,” he says quietly, a confession he pushes out quickly as he flops back to face the ceiling. you wonder whether he thinks the movement lessens the blow of that comment. you only huff and mirror him, feeling his cum seep out of you slowly. it should feel gross, but you sort of relish in the pitch of it.

there is no denying it now, you have missed him beyond friendship, beyond co-parenting, beyond explanation, really. but you cannot ignore, either, that he has missed you, too. you’re smiling again, cheeks a little sore.

satoru refuses to sleep more as you heave yourself out of bed and ready yourself for work. the smell of eggs and bacon wafts down the hallway now and you finish your makeup in the bathroom; takara—taking after his father, food-driven—opens his door slowly, blearily, nose twitching. you ruffle his hair on the way back to the kitchen and he follows.

“morning, bubba,” you greet softly and he rubs the sleep from his eyes with a little balled fist in response.

takara runs to satoru’s legs, shifting to and fro as he swirls something in a pan, humming over the soft sizzling sound. he’s back in his uniform—the only clothes he has on him—rumpled now with the way he tore them off last night, and they dimple further under takara’s pointer finger as it pokes at one pant leg.

“g’morning, takara,” satoru coos.

“you slept over?”

satoru nudges his son teasingly. “it was your idea.”

“did you sleep in mama’s room?”

you had reposed yourself back at the kitchen table, watching them both with a fond smile, but then satoru cheats his face slightly so you can see the shine of his teeth as he grins.

you make a valiant attempt: “no, he di–”

“mmhmm.” and he drags it out, long and loud enough to supplant your denial. you throw a kitchen towel at him but he catches it without looking, throwing it over his shoulder and cackling into the melting butter.

you scoff and huff at his back but you both know, undeniably, that you’re forceless now; watching satoru brace takara to his hip so he can watch the food bubble you feel it, all the reticent anxieties of why you thought this would be a bad idea warming slowly in your hands, receding away like the tide.

~~~~~~~

SATORU begins leaving artifacts of himself at your apartment: clothes to sleep in, a toothbrush, a blindfold or two. it’s been weeks since he first slept over and despite your initial and resolute refusal it simply keeps happening. every time you let him through your front door with a small smile he feels like he’s come upon an inevitability, like something inexorable and right has fallen into place.

it sounds profound because it feels that way, he supposes, so he tries not to self-flagellate about waxing poetic. it’s also impossible to deny the gaping maw inside of him, which snaps shut only when you and takara are close enough to see. it’s all so menial and domestic—holding your face still with one hand to wipe left-over toothpaste, contorting his limbs to support your sleeping head and takara’s, watching takara’s sheepish encounters with megumi and tsukimi—but nevertheless he is utterly enchanted by the whole thing. his family.

the whole ordeal is not without its complications, most recently that with satoru’s increasing time at your apartment he sees megumi and tsumiki less. he has suggested that you and takara move into his apartment with them—he certainly has the space—but every time you have wriggled yourself out of that conversation. he pinned you down, only once, when you confessed that you felt uneasy about intruding further on the lives of his other two children, and he had done his best to convey his abject horror at such a thought, but you were as much an immovable object as you’ve always been.

megumi seems to find your apartment as fascinating as gojo did the first time he saw it. after a great number of meet-ups on campus and in the park by your house you both decided it was time to collect somewhere more overtly intimate; takara suggested a dinner party—a new term he learned in a book about a woodland creature’s birthday celebrations—and satoru wouldn’t let the suggestion drop. tsumiki twirls about the kitchen around you, collecting the spices and utensils you ask for and beaming at you when you praise her for it.

megumi walks around the living room with his arms crossed, periodically selecting seemingly random items to pick up and twist in his hands. satoru and takara trail behind him, watching; or, really, satoru trails and watches while takara mimics him.

megumi pulls one of gojo’s blindfolds between his hands, spanning his arms out wide to unfurl the full length of it.

“is this yours?” he asks.

“who else do you know who wears blindfolds?”

megumi huffs and drops it.

a few paces later he finds a navy spool of thread. you had brought it home with a new needle the other day to patch a hole in the side of one of his uniforms, and just as satoru convinces himself there is surely no way megumi could discern this backstory he picks it up, turning more accusatory than last time.

“your uniform had a hole in it before,” he says, not a question, almost a threat, or as close as such a small thing can manage.

you call from the kitchen with a flaring pride, “i fixed it!”

megumi raises his eyebrows and puts it back down gingerly, mumbling to himself she fixed it.

satoru turns to look down at takara. “i think he’s gearing up to be mean to me.” he whispers.

takara’s eyes are massive and clear as he blinks up. “why?”

satoru doesn’t have enough time to begin answering before megumi is approaching him slowly, menacingly, toothbrush in hand. gojo scoffs, “how did you even reach high enough to get that?”

“you’re sleeping over.”

“you already knew that.”

megumi gesticulates with the bristles of the toothbrush. “no,” he begins, taking a deep breath as if explaining something very simple to someone exceedingly stupid, “you’re sleeping over.” and on the final word he points—still with the toothbrush—towards your bedroom. satoru can’t help the lopsided grin that spreads over his face, meeting megumi in one broad step and reaching down to pry the hostage from his little fingers.

“are you two together?” megumi spits, naive and disgusted. satoru opens his mouth to say something terrible, surely, but your voice cuts through.

“come in to eat!”

megumi all but stomps to the dining table, asking you now, “are you two together?”

your eyes narrow briefly at satoru. god you look so terribly pretty like that, glowing and inconsequentially furious. takara scoots himself into his seat, muttering out, “they’re together all the time.”

tsumiki giggles into her palm, barely audible over the scraping of chairs as the rest of you settle at the table.

megumi seems determined, though satoru supposes he always does. “you could do better.”

satoru pouts and it only seems to enrage him further. in a final attempt at a lashing indignation megumi hisses out: “if you’re gonna let him be here so often you might as well let him move in.”

and it’s meant to be something like irony but still satoru sees your fork stall between your fingers, your lips pursing, twitching side to side as you swallow around your words.

tsumiki says to you slowly, delicately, “you know, you could move in with us.”

the coil of satoru’s intestines twitch and turn over like they’re making space for something, a slow smile that he hopes won’t frighten you tugging his mouth open. your forehead pleats with your leadened thinking.

“that’s…we couldn’t,” you breathe.

megumi swallows down his food and something else, maybe his pride, before asking, “why not?”

the implication that megumi wants you and takara there too weighs your shoulders further, satoru can see it. you’re a hairs breadth from agreeing, he thinks, and it makes his heart spit up and stir to life.

your voice is hesitant when you speak, like you’d like to convince yourself as much as anyone else. “i can’t just insert myself and takara into your lives.”

“but they want you both there,” satoru reminds you.

you look at takara, head barely peeking up over the level of the table and watching all of you. “bubba,” you start softly, “would you w—”

“yes.” and he’s so utterly resolute, voice squeaky and small and even.

the five of you are silent for a moment, this great revelation laying heavy on the table.

and then satoru—he cannot help himself, he never can with you—is laughing, loud and so resonant the utensils hum with the joy, and he leans from his seat to kiss you once on the cheek, pressurized, something that feels like i told you so.

megumi all but gags but satoru doesn’t mind, reaching his arm around your head to pull your forehead to his lips, kissing there once, again, a third time. you squirm and elbow him but you’re laughing now, too, cheeks sort of pink with this decision and the inescapable truth that you are loved by more than takara now.

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moving into satoru’s apartment with takara is a blurry few days, the memory of them glistening with the sweat of YOUR effort and the brief moments the five of you share between hauling boxes and cutting tape. you spend hours assembling takara’s room in the vacant space satoru kept for guests, a room large enough now to boast a bigger bed, more books, a tall standing lamp that illuminates the room in an amber shine. and satoru had been there, too, swinging around a wooden mallet and stealing moments with you behind the closed door to trail kisses down your neck. when the room is finished you feel sort of weepy, the mass of yet another new start unexpectedly heavy, but then takara flopped flat on the little rug with a thick story book for satoru to orate to him and you know you have made the right choice.

sometimes it almost feels as though you’ve left your body behind, the walls and bookshelves of your old place a limb you’ve severed; you hadn’t realized how attached you had become to the set pieces of your life before you began settling into a new one.

still, tangled on the plush couch in the living room watching takara practice his jujutsu, waking up to small pieces of yourself in satoru’s room, you don’t think much of that fleeting sense of loss.

it’s almost midnight now, the evening after the kids went to bed spent laboring over dishes with soap up to your elbows, the shuffling sound of satoru straightening the living room behind you. with each pass towards the laundry room to deposit errant items he comes to paw at you, one broad hand over your ass or a bite to your shoulder. he does both now, nearly purring into your warmth as he licks at the juncture of your neck.

“satoru,” you admonish, but you push your hips back into his. your hands are wet and bubbly, still deep in the sink.

“yeah say that again, baby,” he murmurs, bringing one hand around to grip your tit.

you lean your head back on his shoulder. “we’re working,” you mumble, gasping when he circles your pert nipple with his thumb.

“i’m done now,” he counters, and you can hear the smile in it. for the show of it more than anything you begin moving your hands again over the dishes with the sponge, though it does nothing to deter him. “you can keep going, baby, just let me feel you.”

you hum as he noses under your ear, lips slow and warm, nipping until he feels the pressure of your hips again. his cock pushes hard and upright against your ass and he groans low as he grinds into you.

“fuck, satoru,” you grin through your panting, “you’re this worked up watching me wash dishes?”

he laughs low and rumbling, breath hot as he twists to suck love bites onto the other side of your neck. “always.”

he drags his palm down your torso and behind your panties, running his long fingers through your slick as it sticks and honeys between your legs.

“you’re pretty worked up too, huh?” he breathes into your ear. you shake your head, lips parting as you try to steady your breathing, but a whine leaks from your tongue as he begins circling your swollen clit, slow enough to make you feel his fingerprint. “no?”

your hands clench under the blanket of water and soap but you know he can see it, the light rippling giving you away. “don’t torture me, baby, tell me it feels good,” he goads.

your legs almost buckle with the pleasure as it mounts, so searing you can feel it in the cavity of your chest, and you hardly have the conscious thought to relent but regardless you’re mewling out: “f-fuck, oh god, satoru it f-feels so good.”

“that’s it,” he purrs, pleased. he slides his hand further under you, grinding your clit on the heel of his palm as he circles your entrance with two fingers. you’re so wet you can hear it when he pushes in, both of you groaning as you clamp down around him.

he fucks his fingers into you methodically and unhurried, curling them around to feel for the spot that makes you arch into him, flexing his tendons to feel the drip of your essence as it pours out.

“s’toru please just fuck me—ah.”

he only presses harder over your clit, grinding the ball of his palm over it in tight circles.

“i dunno,” he feigns disinterest that doesn’t quite land when with each lewd squelch of his fingers he’s rutting his cock against your back, “i wouldn’t want to disturb you.”

you cry out more desperately, a pleading sound that makes him twitch. “please,” you say again.

and he had intended to make you wait longer, you think, but he indulges you anyway, pulling his fingers from you slowly and licking them clean with a dark growl as he pulls your pants down and bends you a little further over the sink.

you feel his tip catch over your entrance once, twice, and then slide over your folds to wet himself with your gloss. with one hand he holds your ass up and waiting, but the other falls to the counter over your shoulder as he leans, keeping his mouth nearly against the shell of your ear.

it never gets easier taking him. he pushes just the tip inside of you and the stretch burns but your legs shake with the feeling, you love it like this, love the moment before he begins to move when you remember all over again how fucking good he feels. you angle your hips back to feel him sink in more and he chokes on a moan, gripping your spine harder and then thrusting all the way in.

he moans low and long in your ear, grinding in tiny motions just to feel you move around him. but then you’re sobbing out something high-pitched and deprived and he starts fucking you in earnest.

your hands begin to prune in the water but you can’t feel it, can’t feel the droplets of soap as they cling to your clothes when you dip too close, it’s all him, the filthy sound of his raw strokes and the moaning mess he’s made of you both.

“this pussy is so fucking good,” he grunts, fucking you harder once just to punctuate it, but his tip licks against something devastating inside of you.

“sh-shit right there!” you whimper and he follows the request, hitting it over, and over, and over, surely imprinting the shape of his torso into the skin of your ass. you have ephemeral moments when you can see your reflection in the glistening sink below you and you look utterly ruined already. he’s no better, either, flushed face peeking just over the curve of your shoulder, eyebrows pulled together and mouth open like he wants to taste the feeling, the sounds you make.

“i’m—fuck—i’m close, s’toru,” you warn, and he only bucks harder hearing it.

“yeah?”

you can only nod and push your hips back harder, grinding your clit against the cold porcelain of the sink. it’s fucking disgusting and it makes you so wet.

“cum on my cock, baby, lemme feel it,” he whines into the side of your face, and the rasp of his voice is what does it, legs giving out entirely as the white rapture of your orgasm pulls you under. your hole flutters wildly as he fucks you through it, groaning deep into your shoulder, hips losing all sense of rhythm as the greedy bite of your cunt pulls him closer, too.

“shit, oh g-god, baby,” he hisses, “fuck i love you.”

the dissipating heat of your high flushes to full tempest rage again, moaning one more time for him as he fully loses it, pumping you full of his release with a stuttering breath.

your pants come out clipped as you regain your breath, still held tight in satoru’s arms, but you are so devastatingly in love with him that you do not make him wait.

“i love you, too.”

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juliarchiv3s · 10 hours ago

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Ciggy you FLIRT 🤭

★ currently reading: the Iliad translated by the absolute ICON Emily Wilson (it's going kinda slowly but it's so FUN and MESSY and I'm aiming to finish before Jorge releases the first Ilium songs hehe) and How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories by Holly Black! Oh! and i started reading the JJK manga :) Having such a fun time (crying) with it, hoping to finish the whole thing before next season for a more enhanced (traumatising) experience <3

★ last song i listened to: Fuck Me Eyes by Ethel Cain (it's the first song of hers I've ever listened to! wasn't sure at first but it has GROWN on me)

★ last film i watched: Kpop Demon Hunters, duh. I cried, obviously. Wanna see the new Superman movie next :))

★ last series i watched: Sousou no Frieren! If you haven't seen it, please give it a try! Hands down one of my all time favourites, both the storytelling and the animation are so beautiful and poignant and it definitely rewired my brain :,)

★ sweet or savory: This is a tough one :/ I like both, but I would say savory foods bc they're less overwhelming to me if that makes sense?

★ tea or coffee: Another toughie :( I love both!!! Huge coffee and tea fiend, moving back home after uni was ridiculously difficult mostly because of the sheer volume of teas I had amassed lol. When it comes to actually brewing the drink, coffee all the way, esp when I can make it for someone else <3 I drink coffee less often when working on something tho bc I can't mix caffeine with my adhd meds hehe

★ currently working on: I've actually been thinking abt posting stuff on here eventually! So I started a few drafts for practice and I'm currently trying to finish those- maybe I'll get brave/drunk enough to post one of them here once they're ready!

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gloryy-vs · 2 days ago

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Your Sanctuary (MDNI 18+)

|| synopsis: abby x reader, you’re a decently popular idol, who was in a secret relationship with Abby of the Saja Boys. you adored him, loved every part of him, even the part you should’ve been running from. you let yourself indulge in sin, worshipping a man who was damned long ago.

tags: abby x reader, cunnilingus, head (f!recieving), fingering, demon sex, virginity taking, praising, p in v, rough & gentle sex, worshipping, hair pulling, manhandling

a/n: omg first fic, this is literally so long but i kept wanting to flesh out the backstory, but don’t worry the backstory to smut ratio is pretty equivalent! i haven’t written in so long and this isn’t proof read. so do ignore some typos teehee. i will be making more, let me know if you wanna be tagged, or if u have any requests/ideas! ||

Since meeting Abby about a month ago or so, you both were Idols, bonding over the struggles of meeting fans, having to keep good posture and facial expressions 24/7 as to avoid scandals from fans. Your first impression of him was that he was gentle, at least with you. Even though he was a bit conceited with his build and loved showing off to his fans for the squeals and screams, he had a charming voice, like you were being drawn to him by some unknown force.

Long story short, you two grew infatuated with each other, keeping a low profile relationship as well as you both could. Today, he was helping you out with a choreography. Even though he was a newer up and coming idol, he had such great coordination, reflexes and balance. He hit each move perfectly to your latest song after learning it the first time. It was like he wasn’t human. Each time you struggled or failed to hit a move on a certain beat he’d pause the song, going behind you to fix your pose.

“Keep your arms here, then the second beat, bring them up fast. Yeah?” He said, his hands moving your arms around to where they should be. His touch was hot, sending chills up your body.

He had an aura about him, like something darker was within him. His reflexes were quick, each time you’d be near him you’d feel a heat in your stomach like some sort of safety engulfed you. The way he looked at you too, his eyes fixated on yours without a glance anywhere else.

“You know, you’re really good at this, it’s like you’re not human.” You said, jokingly.

His arm draped over you, his lips just barely grazing your ear. “That’s cus I’m not, princess.”

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but his breath tickled your ear and made you jolt away from his face. You looked at him, his expression seeming serious as he pressed even closer to you. His eyes had a look, one that seemed dangerous but not harmful.

“You’re full of jokes aren’t you?” You chirped, taking a step back as he’d just take another forward.

You felt uneasy, like he needed to tell you something. Each step back that you took, he’d take another forwards. Eventually, he got tired of the games, pressing you up against the wall quickly.

“I think that’s enough practice for today, why don’t you come by our place. Sleep with me tonight.” Abby said, his hand gently placed on your waist, he acted like you were made of glass.

Your eyes went wide, face flushed from how close he had gotten to you. You never did anything sexual with him. Abby said no kisses, and never told you why. That demand alone led to no sex, or anything of the sort. So him inviting you over seemed like a big jump.

“S-sleep together? Are you serious? You don’t mean- do you mean?” You were baffled, and even embarrassed at the thought.

He let out a laugh before pressing his hand against the wall next to your head, “I dunno, do I mean it? Why? You want it that bad, I don’t know if it’ll even fi-“

You slid to the open side where you weren’t caged in, face red with embarrassment. “You’re too much!” You turned away from him, picking up your bag from the bench and your lulu shapewear jacket.

“So what? You don’t wanna?” Abby said loud, just as you were about to walk out.

“I’ll be there at 8!” You said, not looking at him and walking out the door quickly.

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You got into the cab, wearing a hat and face mask to conceal your identity. You had asked Abby for the address, and he happily gave it. With the following message being, ‘you won’t miss it’. Whatever that means. It wasn’t too far from your own groups apartment penthouse. Only about ten minutes without traffic.

You were anxious, and even that was a light word to describe it. All that was running through your mind was being alone, vulnerable in a room with a man who was almost double your size and could pick three of you up. It’s not like you didn’t trust him, but for him to suddenly invite you over was uncharacteristic. Your thoughts went from worrying about what he’d do, to fantasizing about what he’d do. How big he was compared to you, his whole body above would cover you while you clawed at his back. You almost drooled at the thought before snapping back to your sense and scolding yourself.

“Bad! Quit it.” You whisper yelled to yourself, forgetting you were in a cab with a whole other person. Now you’re scared the driver can read minds.

“You’re here, hope you enjoyed the ride.” The driver said plainly. That fast?

You thanked him and gave him a tip, grabbing your purse and opening the door. He was right, you couldn’t miss it. A massive building, massive glass window panes. He said it was the top floor penthouse. Your jaw was almost to the floor, The buildings parameter was bigger than yours. I mean, you expected it. The Saja Boys made an instant internet sensation with just one song and over 50 million fans. Lord knows how much money they have. Which reminded you, the other boys would have to see you come in, and go straight to Abby’s room. You could only hope they’d keep their minds out of the gutter.

Walking inside, you checked in and made yourself known to the staff, and they allowed you inside. They knew someone was expecting you just by your name. You clicked the button to the top floor in the elevator, waiting for it to stop. You took off the hat and mask, shoving them in your purse now that you didn’t have to avoid any publicity this late at night.

You still couldn’t shake the nervous feeling, fidgeting with your rings and then moving to tug at the hem of your white skirt. Your heart was racing as soon as the elevator made a ‘ding’ to the top floor.

You walked down the short corridor to where their home was. You reapplied your lipgloss, and readjusted your hair since the hat had caused it to fluff up at the top. Once you felt content with your appearance, you knocked three times. You didn’t even realize you were hardly breathing from how nervous you were. Then, the door opened.

“Awww, someone’s little pet is here!” Romance sung out, stepping aside to let you in.

You made a cringed face at the name he used, stepping inside as he welcomed you in. “Hello to you too, Romance.” You said shyly, still trying to control the pace of your heart.

Eyeing the main room, it was an open floor plan. You could see Jinu in the kitchen, Romance joking him soon after closing the door behind you, while Mystery and Baby were sitting on the couch together, eating sushi and watching some horror movie with the most blood and gore you’ve seen in your life. You looked to the right, seeing a shoe rack littered for you to place your heels on.

While you were taking them off, placing them neatly to the side, you heard a familiar voice. “There she is, was worried you were gonna flake on me.”

Looking up you see Abby shirtless, hair damp, and grey sweatpants hanging deliciously by his v-line. You shook your head, still a bit weary of being in an unknown place with everyone being able to watch. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up to give you a welcome hug. You mumbled, pushing away him shyly. Romance was peering at you two from the kitchen, and so was Jinu.

“She got all pretty for you, go easy on her tonight.” Romance sung teasingly, throwing a wink your way as if he knew something you didn’t.

“Put me down!” You said, smacking his arm.

He obliged, noting how embarrassed you were with his bandmates comment. “Shut your mouth, Rome. Don’t be mad cus even with your name you can’t find a girl to bang.”

You readjusted your top, noticing it rode up from being lifted against your will. Abby wrapped his arm over your shoulders, pulling you to him and he began to walk with you. “Let me show you my room, get away from these freaks.” He said, rubbing your shoulder after realizing how tense you were.

His room was close by, just down the hallway from the living room. He opened the door for you first. You were hit with the smell of cologne, and dear god did it smell heavenly. The room was dark, with a few lamps being turned on, red sheets and a massive mirror across from the bed.

You stepped in shyly, still feeling uneasy and wanting to be respectful being in his home, and his room. Abby shut the door behind him, taking your purse and overnight bag for you and placing them in the corner of the room.

“I called you over here for a reason. You trust me right?” Abby said from across the room, turning slowly towards you.

You looked over at him, nodding hesitantly. What did he mean? “I…do. Is it something about us?”

Your first thought was that he wanted to break up, or maybe he cheated? Or maybe he judged wanted to fuck. You were so desperately infatuated with this man, your feelings overwhelming you that the thought of him betraying you filled you with grief.

“It’s about me. What I really am.” Abby said cryptically. Your brow raised.

“Is this about the whole ‘not human’ thing, because that’s like beating a dead horse of a jok-“ He held up his hand.

“It is. I told you, I’m not a human. I’m not fragile like you, I don’t look the same as you. I’m stronger than you, faster than you, smarter than you. I could hurt you.” He said angrily, but you could tell it wasn’t towards you. It was because this was hard for him.

“You wouldn’t hurt me? I don’t understand—“ He stopped you again, his hands finding your waist, but keeping you at a distance.

“I’m a demon, we all are. This human appearance you’re seeing? It’s fake. It’s not who we really are.” Abby said, his eyes carefully watching your facial expressions for any trace of fear. He wouldn’t let you run, not now. He’d make you understand, make you stay. Even if that meant using force to keep you in his room for god knows how long.

Your lips parted, you still weren’t fully registering. It slowly started to make sense. The reflexes, barely eating, the odd behavior from some of the other boys. You were still unsure. Demon? Was he with you to eat your soul? Was he just keeping you around to kill you? Wouldn’t he have done that already? What did he mean by ‘he looks different’? Your hand held onto his forearm.

“I want to see it.” You mumbled, “I can’t believe it if I don’t see it. Are you messing with me?”

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you in closer. “Promise you won’t run? You won’t scream and claw at me to get away?” He towered over you, eyes gazing into you like he could pounce on you at any second.

You nodded your head slowly, and that’s when you saw it. His eyes flickered gold, and his pupils morphed into slits. “This is just step one, and my patterns..”

You held back a terrified gasp, your fingers digging into his arm. As you did so, jagged line of glowing purple and blue lit across his skin, all over his arms and torso, all the way to his face. Your body felt light, your head spinning as you watch the man in front of you, morph into something not human, into something demonic. As you blinked rapidly, hoping this was a wild dream, his skin turned a soft purple. If it wasn’t for his hold on your waist, you’d have fallen to the floor in shock.

He noticed, pushing you the bed so you could sit. He brushed your hair away from your face, his hand resting on your cheek hesitantly. He was worried you’d rip away from his touch. He kept thinking the worst, that you’d run and he’d have to rip you away from the world to keep you locked away for himself. He grew attached to you, he could sense how timid but pure your soul was. Untainted, something he wanted for himself. Even if you thought he was a disgusting creature, he’d force you to love him. To take him as he is.

You on the other hand, were thinking quite the opposite. He looked powerful. His true form did scare you, but not dangerously, you craved it. He looked even more handsome, he grew even taller, his body mass increasing as well, just by a bit. His eyes, piercing into you with need and possession all over them. A part of you was unsure, but the other wanted to crawl into his lap and let him protect you. It was practically screaming inside of you.

“I like it.” You whispered. Your brought your hand shakily to his chest, finger tracing one of his patterns to his collarbone.

He dipped his head down to meet your eyes, scanning you up and down. His hands moved down to your thighs, slipping the tips of his fingers under your skirt. He looked delicious, his aura radiating a type of dominance you’d been craving. You found yourself admiring him, the unease you felt when you first arrived fading the more you looked at him. Maybe this feeling was just some demon manipulation, but you wanted him even more. Wanted his touch all over your body.

“The reason I didn’t want to kiss you, didn’t want to be intimate, I didn’t wanna lead my princess on. Just to tell you what I was afterwards.” Abby paused, standing up in front of you. His hand went to the top of your head, playing with your hair. “I doubt you’d want to sleep with a demon. Scared you might get your soul taken, yeah?” He said teasingly.

You looked up at him, still taking all of him in with need and admiration. Shaking your head, “I want to.” You said eagerly. His brow raised, questioning if you really did want your soul taken. “I mean—“ You realized what you had implied, your eyes going wide in worry.

“I— wouldn’t mind…doing it..with you. Is what I meant.” You clarified, taking your gaze downwards in embarrassment. You definitely realized you probably had some sort of kink for this. You were internally blaming him, convincing yourself your sudden increase in need for him, for his touch raking over you was some way demons entice their prey.

“Silly girl, could’ve swore you just said you want me to take your soul.” He gripped your chin, his claws grazing your skin as he lifted your head up to look at him. “But don’t worry, I’m sure I can be the best in bed you’ve ever had.”

“The only.” You said, pressing your thighs together as you longingly looked into his glowing eyes. His hand tensed.

He was shocked, but relieved. A virgin all to himself? He questioned the situation, only for a short moment. Taking a human girls virginity in his demon form. Abby already knew what the answer would be, he’d definitely take the opportunity to make you a sobbing, wet mess on his cock.

“How sweet of you, princess. You wanna give your innocence to me? Let me ruin you? Have you take me in every position? Show me how bad you want it.” He said, tightening his grip on your face before releasing you harshly.

You whimpered, the force breaking you out of a trance. You wanted to worship him, the hot feeling bubbling in your chest again. You slid off the bed, resting yourself on your knees while you looked up at him. His face made an amused expression, watching you kneel in front of him, your hands tracing his v-line, while your eyes yearned from him.

“You’re my sanctuary, I’ll always worship you.” You said, resting yourself face against the bulge in his pants.

He couldn’t get enough of this, his hand finding its way to your hair, wrapping it around his fingers. He pulled your head up harshly, “Come on, what’s my name?”

Your face grew hot, he pressed your cheek against his clothed cock, forcing you to look up at him by pulling on your hair. You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, you were a newbie to this, afraid to say what you really wanted.

“Come on, be a good girl for me. I’ll give it to you all night. You’ll forget your own name once I’m done with you.” Abby said, his gentle expression now replaced with one of dominance and hunger.

“You’re my sanctuary, master. Please, I need you.” You whined, not being able to fight the wetness pooling in your undies, how hot your skin got from being this close to him. You yearned for him, still in a daze from everything leading up to now.

You lifted yourself up just barely, your eyes never leaving his as you planted small pecks all over his waist, before leading dangerously low, bringing his hemline down to tease him. He yanked your head back, his other hand parting your lips.

“You’re so good for me, you know that? Keep worshipping me. I’m all you’ll ever need, all you’ll ever want. You’d let me have your soul if I wanted to, yeah? Isn’t that right?” Abby said, guiding you up back onto the bed by your hair.

He didn’t pull hard, you instinctively followed his motion, leaning into him as you sheepishly nodded to all his questions. “I love you. I want to worship you, please. I need you, Abby. I want you so bad.” You kept on sputtering, begging and begging. Hoping it’d be enough so he could finally fuck you into the mattress.

Abby’s lips formed into a mischievous smirk, suddenly pushing you down to the center of the bed. “You want me to touch you? Where do you want it baby?”

You slowly moved your hands to the waistband of your skirt, tugging at it. You were still scared to take them off, scared in knowing he’d see you, fully bare and exposed to him. His hand went to your top first, pulling it up.

“Arms up, let me unwrap my gift.” He said, and you obliged. Your shirt was yanked off in an instant. He moved his hands down to your skirt, snapping the tight band against your skin.

“Wore something so short, I could feel how everyone was staring at you, you like their attention? You wanted them to look at what’s mine?” He growled, his eyes raking over your body before meeting your eyes.

You shook your head, “No, no. I promise. It was for you. I promise I would never—“ He raised his hand, lightly slapping you across the face.

“I don’t need anyone else looking at you, understand me? Wear something like this again around anyone but me and you won’t be walking for the next week.” He threatened, eyes dangerous before he pulled down your skirt, throwing it off to the side.

You nodded your head quickly, your chest heaving with your heavy breaths. He towered over you, and you could feel his eyes examining every part of your body. He let out a deep growl, letting his hand take your body from the top of your breast all the way to your soaked cunt.

“You wore all this for me baby? Look so pretty for me, it’s a shame.” He whispered, letting hands explore the curve of your waist, running them up and down to feel your breasts through the lace fabric of your bra.

Before you knew it, he ripped your bra in half, tearing the weak fabric off your body. “Don’t need these hiding from me.” He said, groping both your breasts.

His hands were strong. Abby kept squeezing them, pressing them together before he licked his lips and dove his head down. His mouth latched onto your right nipple, licking and nipping at it while his left hand kept massaging the other. Your head shot back, a moan escaping your lips.

“Such a pretty sound, keep going baby. You have no clue what it does to me.” He said between licks, his eyes glancing up at you, watching for facial expression contort into one of pleasure.

He kept going, letting his tongue roll over your nipple in a pattern, then going back to sucking roughly. You were too busy indulging, your hands gripping onto his shoulder as he teased you, your cunt dripping at the stimulation he was spoiling you with. You didn’t notice his free hand creeping towards your waist and resting on your hip before suddenly tearing your pink lace panties off in one motion. The cold air in the room hit your bare cunt, making you whimper.

“There we go, look at you. I’m gonna break you so good, you’ll be addicted to me.” He said, lifting himself away from your chest. He lifted your legs up, his head dipping between your thighs as he planted soft kisses, and occasional bites. Your face grew red, seeing him so close to your cunt.

“Abby—wait-“ His tongue already licked up the length of your slit, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste.

“Fuck baby, taste so good.” Abby hissed, the tension in his boxers growing as his mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud.

Your eyes rolled back and shut, mouth open with small whimpers escaping your lips. He was eating you like a starved man, you could feel his fangs dragging across your skin, his tongue teasingly diving into your hole. Every lick brought you closer, just below your tummy you could feel tension building. You were worried, all this has you nearly cumming. What about the actually fucking? You’d be done within seconds.

He kept lapping up your wetness, placing kisses on your cunt. You felt something firm teasing your entrance, before it plunged into you.

“Ah, fuck!” You whined, watching him finger you while his mouth never left your clit. He added a second finger, a smirk growing on his face.

“So tight, how’re you gonna be able to fit my cock baby?” He said, curling his fingers upwards.

He quickened his pace, letting his fingers fuck your cunt while he watched your pretty little face. That’s expression you were making, eyes brows furrowed, eyes needy, lips parted. He adored how he had you wrapped around his finger, literally and metaphorically.

“‘M gonna cum, don’t stop! Please, please let me cum.” You cried, gripping onto the sheets beneath you as you bucked against his fingers, back arched in pleasure. He was debating it, wanting to torture you. He chose against it, he wanted to watch you come undone on his fingers, have you leave a mess all over his hand.

“Go on, baby. Let it out, cmon, cum for me.” Abby said, his other hand caressing your thigh softly, rubbing reassuring circles to entice you.

You whimpered, the coil in your stomach finally snapping as you felt a white hot flash escape you. The sudden warmth leaking from you and the heat spreading from your cunt to the rest of your body felt heavenly. You rode out your high, grinding softly against his fingers until your heart quit racing.

“There we go, good girl.” He took his fingers out, a thick coat of your cum left behind on his fingers. You watched him lap it up, placing his fingers in his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. Your face went red. You knew better than to say anything against it.

“I could eat you all day, but I think it’s time for me to indulge too. Don’t you agree baby?” He questioned, his head tilting ‘innocently’. Abby pulled his waistband down, finally releasing his rock hard cock.

He was big, thick, you were terrified of how it would even begin to fit inside of you. You gulped, and he was amused by your reaction. He pumped his cock, watching you lay vulnerable beneath him turned him on even more. He lifted your legs, placing his cock on top of your stomach, letting you see how deep it would reach inside you. You let out a shaky breath, it scared you, but you could only imagine how full you’d feel. It reached just below your belly button, he caressed up and down the back of you thighs to ease you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go too hard. You let me know when you’re ready for me to move, okay baby? Just hold onto me.” He said, moving so he’d be right at your hole, his tip pressed against it.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you gripped onto his forearm that was placed on beside you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, slowly easing his way in. His tip barely pushed in, and the stretch was painful, but in a good way. Each inch he pushed in you gripped tight and tighter onto him, your other hand shooting up to grip onto his shoulder. You cried out, whining and whimpering, trying to keep yourself quiet through the pain. As he got further in, he let his hand fall to your head, petting your hair as he studied your face, making sure you didn’t look too in pain. You bit your lip, eyes closed tightly as he kept pushing inside.

“Almost there baby, just a little more. Hold on for me.” He whispered, littering your face with kisses before roughly pushing the last three inches in.

“Fuck! Abby!” You cried, your nails gripped into his skin, trying to adjust to his size. It hurt so good.

After a few still moments you nodded your head, letting him know he could move. He pulled out just a little, snapping back into you quickly. You moaned, leg wrapping around his waist as he kept the soft and slow thrusts. Each time he pressed inside of you felt so good, his cock hitting just the right spot each time before filling you to the brim. He grew impatient, hungry to fuck you. He sped up, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, your moans echoing through the almost bare walls. You were sure the other boys could hear you. Abby groaned each time you clenched around him, it only enticed him more.

“So fucking tight, holy shit. Just like that princess, suck me in. Feels good doesn’t it? You don’t want me to stop do you? Keep making those pretty noises. Let them hear who you belong to.” He demanded, his hand wrapping around your throat, his face inches from yours and he kept bucking into you, each time he went in he slammed into you.

You scratched at his back, crying out each time he thrusts into you. You left raw marks all over his back. His marks sparked, eyes glowing while he stared down at you, like he was proud for breaking you down into a teary eyed, whimpering mess. A smirk grew on his face again, watching you writhe under him, only being able to take him, not resisting him towering over you.

You couldn’t handle the overwhelming sensation and eye contact, you looked away, flustered with his eyes glaring into what seemed like your soul. He yanked your face back.

“Look at me, I wanna watch you come undone on my cock. All the cute faces you make keep me going. Look away again and you’re not cumming.” He was threatening, and you knew he meant it, he slammed into you; his thrusts slowing down while he admired you, watching your mouth open wider with each hit.

You were about to cum, your legs shaking from his cock drilling into you mercilessly. It only then hit you, a demon was inside of you. Making a mess of you, praising you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Each thought had you slipping closer to climax, letting yourself be used by something so inherently evil, but you reeled into the idea, feeling guilty in pleasing yourself this way.

“I’m about to— oh fuck, oh abby, please, please don’t stop!” Your whines never ceased, and he just watched you, almost chuckling at your cries. Abby lowered his head, kissing you roughly, his lips ravaging yours while his tongue slipped inside your mouth. He went faster than before, the sound of squelching and skin filling the room again.

You clawed at his back, bringing him in closer with both your legs wrapped around him tight, pulling his waist closer. You saw stars, your legs tensing and twitching violently, back arching as you gasped, breaking from the rough kiss. Abby kissed all over your jaw, hissing as your pussy clenched around him while you came, bringing him closer to his own orgasm. He slammed into you one last time, his hand gripping into the soft skin on your hip as he came, his cum spurting into you as he filled you. You sighed, looking down at where he sunk into you, watching his back tense and his muscles twitch from his orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re mine.” He hissed, burying his face in your neck to take in your scent. Abby wasn’t wrong, you were marked as his now, he could smell it on you, his pheromones mixing with yours, coating your smell in his. His seed dripped out of you as he pulled out, huffing as he did so.

His hands grazed over your body one last time, admiring how flushed you looked, you were glowing with pleasure and relief. His hands pressed over your stomach, and your inner thighs.

“Marked you from the inside and out. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not baby. You’re not going anywhere.” He said, watching you get embarrassed. It was amusing to him.

You were in and out of sleep, your body practically taking a beating within a short time. You let yourself go limp, hands resting by your face while Abby got up, stretching his back muscles. You saw how scratched up his back was, littered with raw scars all over.

“You marked me up too pretty girl, kinda hot.” He said while making his way to the bathroom to get a bath started for you.

You propped yourself up, trying to shuffle to the edge of the bed. You snapped back to reality; you were sure the others heard you. Heard your screams and cries from the other side of the door from how loud you were. You covered your eyes with your hand, trying to think of a way to mentally recover and prepare for any knowing looks or teases from Romance specifically.

“Cmon pretty girl, time for round two.” Abby said, yanking you off the bed and into his arms before heading to the bathroom.

Your face went pale white before accepting your fate, you’d be a liar if you said you weren’t excited.

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goobstars · 3 days ago

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jax x reader at the softball adventure, but instead of jax reader got the mind costume? I think it'd be funny to see reader all flustered while jax (taking his chance) flirts with her lol

Also, can I be 🫧 anon ?

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summary : whilst plotting to embarrass jax, a mistake was made that resulted in you being the one who received the prank meant for him, and that prank so happened to be you being put in a maid's dress.

tags : romance, flirting, implied crushing, censored profanity, and you're in a maid dress whether you like it or not.

note : yes, you can be bubble anon, and thank you for the request ! enjoy !

how did this happen?

you were still wondering that yourself.

you had noted the way gangle was quietly laughing with zooble, and you thought nothing of it. you had just assumed that the two were talking about something funny, for they had been getting closer recently.

but once the voting menu popped up, you knew something was up. you didn't know what was being voted for, and as you noticed everyone except pomni was voting yes, you mentally freaked out a little bit while deciding to vote no.

though, your vote didn't necessarily change anything, for as soon as the menu disappeared, you heard a 'pop'!

and as you looked down, you noticed how you were now wearing a new outfit.

a maid outfit.

"WHAT!?" you shouted, and you peered up to look at gangle and zooble. gangle let out a sound of distress while zooble's eyes were wide, and gangle hastily stood up before rushing over to you.

"i'm-i'm sorry! it wasn't supposed to be you—i said jax, not you!"

"what about me?" the sound of jax's voice only made you tense as you slowly turned around to face the man.

you wanted nothing more than to hide right now.

jax's eyes slightly widened once he looked at you, but a wide grin immediately sprawled onto his face while it was clear he was holding back laughter. his eyes flickered down your form multiple times, and you felt your face grow hot with every glance he gave you.

"wipe that smirk off your face." you stated firmly, but jax only let out a muffled snicker before nodding. "y'know, i would, but i think you'd be more suitable for wiping stuff, dollface."

you clenched your fists before you felt someone tap you, and you peered over your shoulder to meet gangle's remorseful frown. "i'm so sorry..."

"gangle, you're fine, it was an accident—"

"gangle did this?" your words were cut off by jax's question, and you felt your eye twitch once he chuckled.

before you could make any comments, kinger rushed over to you with a bat in hand. "[name], it's your turn to bat!"

you had to bat? you had to go out on the field looking like this?

if it wasn't for the fact you adored kinger, you would've said no.

you let out a sigh as you took the bat from kinger's hand, and he gifted you a thumbs up while you trudged towards the field. you could hear jax's laughter and remarks while you walked over to the plate, and you took your stance while eyeing the evil version of zooble—bazooble.

which, they didn't really appear evil. more so stupid. they had the attention span of fruit fly, and it was a clear representation of how caine felt about zooble.

it was obvious they weren't on the best of terms with him, given how they always skip out on adventures that caine always says he made 'mature and really cool' for them.

you only pushed aside the thought as you raised the bat, and as soon as bazooble threw the ball, you heard jax shout.

"SWEEP THE FLOOR WITH THEM!"

of course, you ended up missing the shot when you swung due to his words, and you gripped the bat tightly before shooting a glare at him.

he only smirked at you as he leaned against the bars of the dugout, and you narrowed your eyes while holding the bat up.

you attempted to focus on the ball, and once bazooble threw it, you truly thought that you would hit it this time given how jax was staying quiet. the thought that he was going to say something eventually appeared, but it never came as you swung the bat. once again, you had missed, and you let out a mumble of annoyance.

"COME ON, DOLLFACE! I'M SURE BEATING RUGS HAS GIVEN YOU SOME PRACTICE AT SWINGING!"

the ball was given back to bazooble while you felt your face grow hotter at jax's teases, and as the ball was being thrown, you attempted to quickly glance at him before swinging.

which resulted in another miss.

"YOU'RE OUT, YOU PATHETIC WRENCH OF A MAID!" the sound of evil ragatha laughing made you turn your head to stare at her, and you blinked a few times in confusion as she only continued to manically laugh.

you furrowed your eyebrows as you turned around to walk back towards the dugout, and you handed kinger the bat while he seemingly gifted you a smile.

it was hard to tell.

but despite that, you still gave him a small one back as you made your way over to the bench.

you flopped down while ragatha and pomni stared at you in confusion, and gangle and zooble glanced at each other in remorse before kinger called zooble to go out onto the field.

you stared at the ground as you clicked your shoes together, eyeing the bow on top of them with a deep frown. this was embarrassing.

your attention flickered over to your left as jax sat next to you, and you let out a quiet scoff once you noted the taunting expression on his face. "is someone upset they didn't get a single hit?"

"because you kept distracting me." the irritation in your voice was evident while jax let out a chuckle.

"come on, i was just joking with you, doll!" he spoke, but you only shifted away from him with a frown. yet, you felt an arm wrap over your shoulder before jax pulled you back towards him. your thighs pressed against his as you looked up at him in annoyance. "i don't like you right now."

"you don't like me, you love me." he corrected you as he tilted his head, and he smirked. "don't even deny it because you could easily stand up and walk away right now."

"i'm about to elbow the f*%$ out of your liver."

"jokes on you, i'm not even sure we have organs." jax spoke, and you just ignored him as you peered onto the field. you watched as zooble went up to bat, and you wanted nothing more than for this adventure to hurry up and end. you wanted out of this costume.

jax removed his arm from your shoulder as he rested it on the top of the bench, and he slightly shifted his legs while he glanced at you.

since you weren't aware of his gaze, he decided to examine the outfit you were wearing a bit more.

he had overheard gangle explaining to zooble about how he was supposed to be the one in the outfit, and he was happy that he wasn't the one put in it.

not because it would be embarrassing, though, but because he got to see you in it. he got to see your flustered state, and he enjoyed the way you seemingly got more embarrassed with each taunt he said to you.

you looked—

"cute..." his mumble made your head shift to stare at him in confusion, and you raised an eyebrow. "what did you say?"

why did he say that out loud?

as much as he wanted to take it back, he didn't want you to see him back down. it was an opportunity too good to pass up.

"i said you look cute, dollface." jax spoke up with a smirk, and he watched your eyes partially widen before you looked away. though, he wasn't going to have that. you had questioned him, and now he expected a conversation.

he reached a hand over to grab your chin, and he made you look at him while he grinned. "what? not even a thanks for my compliment?"

your lips were slightly squished together due to his grasp, and his eyes flickered down to them while he hummed. you appeared to notice where his gaze rested as your body slightly tensed.

was he still messing with you? was this all just a part of his typical antics?

like always, you never got your answer.

this time it was because you heard that familiar 'pop' noise again.

you felt jax pull his hand back while you straightened your back, and you only realized what that noise had been when you eyed him.

he was in the maid costume now, and when you looked down at your outfit, you noticed how you were back to normal.

"WHAT THE HECK!?" jax's shout echoed through the dugout while you could hear gangle and zooble laughing behind you, and you let out a snicker while jax's face flushed a hot pink.

"shut up." he seethed, but you only grinned at him.

you slightly leaned forward before placing a kiss on his cheek, and it only made him pause while you stared at him.

"you look cute." as you teased him, he barely even reacted.

all he could think about was that you had kissed him.

maybe he was okay with the maid outfit.

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buckysdingus · 3 days ago

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empty cups

todd stevens x reader

smut MDNI 18+

word count: 2.7k

summary: basically empty cups by charlie puth :)

warnings: oral f!receiving, p in v, spit play, talking ya through it, pet names (baby, sweetness)

a/n: first of many todd stevens fics. more to come! stay tuned! lmk what else you’d like to see- if smut isn’t your thing i’ve got some other stuff planned so pls stay tuned! lmk if you wanna be tagged when i post!

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the music was loud enough to make you think your hear was matching the beat of it. you felt it deep in your chest. the empty cups in your hand and scatters around only grew the atmosphere.

you also felt the rough hands of todd stevens on you. every time you lifted your arms, your t shirt would lift just high enough to expose your midriff and todd took advantage of that small window of opportunity.

his rough, calloused hands lightly touching the softness of your hips, waist and moving in front to your belly. his fingertips pushing the boundary between your lower stomach and the waist line of your low rise jeans.

your ass grinding against his front to the music, he felt like he was in heaven. he wasn’t prepared for what was coming.

you turn, his fingertips still stuck between your skin and jeans, now his fingers rest on your lower back just above your ass.

you go on your toes, mouth next to his ear, “wanna go upstairs?” you take his ear lobe between your teeth and pull it slightly before letting it go and go back to your feet to look at him.

his eyes lighting up with amusement and a smirk you wanted to kiss.

his hands raised from your lower back, up your waist and eventually one takes your hand. he nods to the stairs.

he stops to whisper something to a fellow frat, something about making sure no one goes to his room. the frat boy tells another that todd and his girl are going up stairs and not to disturb them.

you smile at the mention of you being todd’s girl.

you and todd started out as friend with benefits and if anyone asks now you’d probably both still say that but you both know it’s something more. i love yous have been thrown around a lot when having sex and the both you have stayed the night wrapped in the others arms and staying for breakfast during the morning. if todd sees you on campus he can’t help but ask to carry your books or walk you to your next class.

neither of you talk to anyone else outside of the other. no other sex, nothing. it’s just him. it’s just you.

reaching todd’s room, he unlocks it only to lock it back when you’re both inside. you both kick off your shoes, then connect quickly. your lips on his and his tongue immediately asking for entrance.

“do you want to turn up some music or the tv so no one will hear,” you ask between feverish kisses.

“nah,” he says, “everyone already knows, so let’s just makes sure they know more,”

it was a good enough answer for you.

his hands go under your tshirt and he grabs the hem of it and lifts it up and over your head, hating that he has to pull back for a moment to take it fully off.

you reach up and take off his backwards cap, tossing it to the side. then reach down at the hem of his shirt and pulls his up and over, tossing it to the corner with your own shirt.

your hands runs down the front of his body, slipping in his jeans and cupping him.

“already hard for me huh?”

“i was hard the moment you started dancing on me,” he tells you, his hands choosing your face holding you close to him.

you pull your hand out, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down, missing his boxers.

“woah woah,” he stops you

you frown with a confused look, “what?”

“tonight it’s you. all about you,” he tells you, slowly unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down, him following suit.

before he’s fully down he’s back up, taking a step back to fully take you in.

“matching set?”

his eyes dart from your bra to your underwear, a deep blue matching set you had gotten just for him, though he didn’t need to know that.

the bra unbuckled in the front and the panties you had on was a thong. easy access at both places.

“do you like it?” you ask him faking shyness.

“you’re fucking beautiful,” his voice is low almost a growl.

his hand places itself on your lower back easing you down onto the bed. little groans coming from his mouth and he kisses you all the way down.

his lips move from yours to your cheek, jaw, sucking the pressure point at your neck, earning a moan and a back arch from you.

“you sound pretty,” he whispers into your neck.

“stop- stop teasing,”

“it’s gonna be a long night pretty,” he tells you, kissing down your neck, to your chest. he reaches a hand between your breasts, unhooking the strap with his one hand. the wet spot on your underwear growing as his breath sends shivers down your body.

his tongue sticking out, going up your right breast and circling your already hard, sensitive nipple. his mouth envelopes it, sucking lightly while his other hand cups your left breast. he pinches your left nipple in his fingers, earning him another roman from your pretty mouth.

his left thigh lightly moving along your core. the lightest touch to your clit , making you arch again.

he groans against your breast, rutting against your thigh. he moves his mouth over giving your other nipple the same attention as the right.

his right hand under your right breast, his touch ghosting the underneath of your breast. goosebumps flood your skin and you hiss as his teeth bare down on your nipple.

“t-todd please,”

his left hand slips down your body, into your panties, past your mound to your folds. you’re already slick, the cloth of your underwear wet.

he drags a finger slowly from your entrance up to your clit and lightly circling it. no pressure just soft, agonizingly slow circles.

“toddy…” you whimper.

“alright, alright,” he murmurs with a satisfied smile, kissing your lips one more time before moving down. he hooks his fingers on the sides of your underwear and he slides them down slowly, savoring all of you. soaking in your body with his eyes.

he puts his hands under your knees and drags you to the end of the bed, he kneels before you, starring at your core like he’s never seen it before. like he’s been starved for years and this is the first time he gets to taste you.

he never gets tired of it. of you.

he gently tosses your legs over his shoulders, one lick from your entrance to your clit. his tongue then focusing on your clit. circling, swirling and soon sucking.

you hand falls to his hair, gripping it as his hands gripped your thighs.

“oh my god,” you gasp, his tongue flicks at your clit, a surge of electricity shooting through you. your back arches again, trying to push him deeper into you.

he laps at your entrance beginning to fuck you with his tongue. that fucking tongue. it was long and thick and you didn’t know you could feel this way by a tongue until you met todd.

he knew what to do from the beginning. there were one or two things you talked him through but he understood quick. he loved giving you pleasure.

he hums against you, a deep groan from his throat, more electricity vibrates through you.

as his tongue goes in and out his nose nudges your clit at just the right pace and pressure. your hips buck up but one of his arms reaches across you, pushing your hips down.

“i don’t need help,” he tells you.

that sends you over the edge. your bones vibrate, your muscles spaz, your whole body shakes as he shows more attention to your clit, sucking hard.

“come on baby,” he murmurs against you.

your thighs lock around his head as you cum. your slick wetting his face and you can feel the smile on his face.

you grip his hair a little harder as a white hot feeling covers you. he laps you over and over again through it. he drinks you up.

your thighs grow tired and loosen, he pulls back for a breath, “you taste so sweet baby,” he tells you going back in for a few more licks.

his hands move back to your thighs, rubbing them and kneading them with his fingers as he trails kisses along your inner thighs.

he stands and moves towards you, one hand placing itself on the mattress beside your head the other grabbing your waist.

“toddy… inside,” you’re breathless as you plead.

“i’m sorry what was that?” his southern accent could make you come again without home even touching you.

“toddy,” you whine.

“use your words sweetness,” he tells you, lifting a hand to your face to move hair from your face, then tracing your lips with his fingers, “open,” he instructs.

you open your mouth, he stick his index and middle finger into your mouth and spits in your mouth and you close your mouth around them quickly, sucking at the digits, you linger on them.

“see how good you taste? let me do it some more. what do you want?” he takes his fingers out of your mouth, licking the rest of you off his own fingers.

“in me. want you in me,” you tell him.

“good job sweetness, keep using your words like that yeah?”

you nod fervently. anything to get him to put his dick in you.

he pulls down his boxers with one hand, then feels you with the same hand. he takes some of your slick and coats himself with it. he rubs himself some before bringing his fingers back to your entrance.

he begins with two finger already.

“fuck,” you hiss.

“gotta get you ready,” he explains, coming down to kiss you as he stretches you out, getting you ready for him.

your whines are swallowed by him, kissing away the small pain you feel.

he adds a third finger just in case. pumping in and out of you slowly, he doesn’t want you on his fingers he wants you on his dick.

“you ready baby?” he asks, you nod quickly.

he lines himself up before pushing into you.

your hands go to his back, your nails scratching down his back, marking him as yours. he loves the feeling, the pain from your nails. he loves looking in the mirror after a good night with you and seeing your marks.

he smiles at your nails scratching down his back.

you try pulling him closer, trying to tell him you wanted him closer.

“words,” he reminds you.

“closer,” your eyes are squeezed shut as he pushes further

“no, no,” he says, “look at me,” he says, his hand coming your face and caressing your cheek.

you open your eyes to see his already on yours. his smile growing wider as he sees your eyes. the color popping in the low light of the room, he can’t believe he gets to look at them.

“there she is, good girl,” he praises, “wanna watch you,” he tells you, placing another kiss on your lips.

you pull him closer, digging your nails in his back, his hips jut forward as he bottoms out.

you gasp as he lifts his head. your mouth going to his shoulder, biting down on it.

he pumps fast without warning. once he bottoms out it’s only a matter of time before you’re both exhausted.

he bottoms out again and stays there.

“mmmmm,” he moans in your hair, “you feel so fuckin good sweetness,” he tells you, “could stay like this forever,”

“do it then,” you say, resting in the moment, “i’d let you stay,”

“don’t tempt me,” he says. he shifts and you whine, “i’m sorry baby, i’ll take care of you now,”

he pumps again, harder and faster. the headboard of the bed banging against the wall, an imprint surely being made.

he pumps and pumps, his hand moving to your lips, “spit,” he instructs, you don’t think you simply spit into his hand, he does the same. he moves his hand from your face to between the two of you. he begins rubbing your clit, mixing your spit with his and your slick.

he rubs softly at first but as his pumping increases so does the circling.

“faster,” you instruct him.

one thing about todd is that he’s going to listen to you. faster? done. harder? already picking up the pace. he makes sure you’re happy with his work.

he goes faster, the pumping and circling over takes you. waves build and just as your about to- he stops.

“todd!” you shouts as his hand is pulled back.

“hold it until i say,” he says, you look into his eyes, they’re dark but not in a bad way. in a good way. you like when he’s like this, you like following his instructs.

you nod back at him, never looking away from him.

he goes back to rubbing you and pumping into you.

your brows pinch together, you bite your lip and the whole time he watches you with a smile. praising you as you go along.

“t-todd i will b-burst if you keep talkin,” you tell him.

“you like the sound of my voice sweetness,” he asks, his head lowering so his mouth is close to your ear.

you gasp and whine as you close in on your orgasm.

“not yet pretty,” he tells you.

“oh fuck todd, please,”

“beg some more. you’re so pretty when you beg,” he tells you, you can feel him righting up too.

“please, please let me cum,” you plead, “please todd, come for me too,”

he’s gone.

“come on baby,” he tells you as he reaches his release too.

you both come at the same time, he tired moving through it, he tries fucking you through it but this might have been the hardest he’s come with you. his thighs shake as his knees begin to buckle. he does keep rubbing you though, massaging your clit and overstimulating you.

“s’too much,” you tell him.

he nods, slowing his pace, then stopping.

“you’re so good,” you tell him, “my pretty boy is so so good,” you reach up tucking hair behind his ear.

you put a hand on his neck, right below his jaw, your thumb ghosting over his cheek. you pull him down to you kissing him again and again and again.

his hand reaches back down between your thigh. you’re still so wet and how could todd stop now?

he rubs at your clit again, softly this time. slower than any other time.

you moan with closed eyes, “s’ too much toddy,”

“come on baby, one more.”

he rubs more, more delicately. he’s taking his time with this one.

he inserts a finger, pumping slowly, then another. his pumps are graceful and purposeful. he curls his fingers inside you.

“god todd,” you whine pulling his head down to you, but instead of your face is your chest. which todd was not going to complain about.

as his fingers pump and his palm hits your clit your head rolls back along with your eyes. his mouth goes to your beast again, teasing your nipple with his teeth then fully giving it a soft bite.

his fingers curl again and with his palm against your clit you can’t stop the overwhelming sensation now coursing through your veins.

“fuck todd! yes!” your hips buck up at their own volition, bucking and jerking for moments on end.

“that’s it, good girl,” he talks you through it as he fingers you through it.

you whine as he slows, but love it all the same.

he falls to his elbow and soon to his side beside you. he tucks loose strands behind your ear and kisses your cheek.

“we’re not just a friends with benefits,” he tells you.

you turn your head, smiling wide at him, “was hoping you’d say that,”

he matches your smile, twisting over so his chest lays on yours as he kisses you for a moment.

“you should spit in my mouth more often,” you tell him with a blissful attitude.

“i want yours next,” he tells you.

“don’t worry, baby, you got all of me now,”

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n3wlove · 2 days ago

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chéri

namgyu and reader random dating headcanons

note — holy, am i finally having my 'posting frequently' come back?! (probably not) anyways, hope you enjoy these headcanons, i forgot how much i loved writing for namgyu. i'm so sad there won't be anymore new content of him. after finishing this it makes me want to write more headcanons of this lovely man. i hate this, but i want to keep posting while i have motivation. pt. 2 to affection coming soon... requests are open!! ;)

tags — mention of drugs, soft namgyu!! fem!reader, clingy namgyu, things you would expect from him in a relationship, im not good at tags

── I can see him meeting you through Club Pentagon, knowing you in high school, a dating app, a party, or mutual friends. In my opinion, Nam-gyu doesn’t seem like the type to fall for someone in a traditionally romantic way. I don’t think he’d even be looking for a relationship in the first place. Falling in love with you would be a complete accident. There is nothing he regrets though.

── Definitely shows you off to his friends.

── He is manipulative, of course. Nam-gyu will guilt you to get himself out of situations. Some things are only okay when he does them. Yeah, he can go out whenever he wants, but when you do, it will become a problem. He is good at what he does because everytime he reasons with you—you believe him.

── If you are sick, He is unsure of what to do at first. Nam-gyu never did good in scenarios where he had to take care of someone, and now you were sick. If you were anyone else he probably would've just left you to figure out things by yourself. A close friend? He might call to check on you every now and again. But you were his girlfriend, and he wasn't dumb enough to treat you how he treated everyone else.

He comes to your apartment with a bag full of different medications. Tylenol, ibuprofen, benadryl, whatever you need, he probably has it. Hes unsure of what you usually buy, so he buys it all for you just to be safe. He would also probably come over with food, but you're going to have to share it with him.

"Hey Y/n, hope everythings good with you. Holy shit this place is a fucking mess..." He would complain as he walked in, still holding the bag of items tightly in his hand.

You would simply roll your eyes as you shut the door behind him. "What, are you going to help me clean it up?"

He would shake his head no.

"Exactly what I thought."

── Nam-gyu is touchyyy. He always needs his hands on something, and when you are in his reach, it will be you. No arguments. Rubbing his hands up and down your back, squeezing your shoulders, playing with the cuffs of your sleeves, messing with the necklace you have on, stroking your hand, it is always something. It gets especially bad when he is in withdrawal and has no way to relieve himself.

Nam-gyu will listen if you tell him no but don't be surprised if you get the silent treatment.

── More on Nam-gyu being touchy but I feel like he would be the best cuddler. He would never admit it while sober but he loves being close to you, your body next to his, your head resting on his chest, hearing his every heartbeat.

Him wasted though? Hes not hiding it. He’s all over you, hands gripping your waist, fingers threading through your hair, begging you to lay down with him, to let him wrap himself around you and stay there.

"Y/N, c'mon, pleaseee..."

"I'm busy," you'd reply in a soft voice, gently pulling him off of you.

"Fuck, please, I'm begging, just this once..."

You'll give in eventually.

── Really good kisser. He is experienced, so he has no problem with makeouts. Actually, they are one of his favorite things ever. Stressed out? He will just make his way over to you, kissing your neck to your jaw all the way to your mouth, snaking his tongue in. He doesn't explain anything to you, it just happens.

── When Nam-gyu first started dating you he was distant a lot of the time. In past relationships, he was simply just used. Whether that was for Club Pentagon V.I.P, connections, free drinks, etc, his ex-lovers never truly cared about him—only what he offered. So, when he met you, he feared the same thing would happen again and he was hesitant. It took him some time to figure out you weren't like his exes.

He probably realized it on some random Thursday afternoon, the two of you sitting in his bedroom, deciding when and where your next date should be.

"Hmmm... theres a festival going on somewhere around here Sunday, maybe we should go there?" You would suggest.

Nam-gyus brows would furrow, a confusion clear in his voice. "Are you sure you don't just want to go to my workplace...? Thanos is gonna be there that day, I know a lot of people are eager to meet him, I could save you a spot—"

"Who?"

"What do you mean... who?"

"Oh... Thanos. That one failed rapper. Why would I want to see him? This is about us, y'know."

“Yeah… you’re right. About us.” He would reply unbotheredly, though in reality he was really holding back tears, turning his head to the side so you wouldn’t see them welling along his waterline.

── He is a possessive man. Whats his is his only, and if he notices a guy staring at you in public he will scoff and pull you closer to him. He isn't the type to start a fight, (as much as he would like to appear that way) so he will make it as obvious as possible that you are his before anything.

"Yeah, this is my girlfriend Y/n," he would introduce you to his friends, being sure to punctuate girlfriend in the sentence. Not because he felt like he had something to prove, but because he felt like everyone was a threat when it came to you.

── Alongside possessive he is also jealous. Sometimes so much so it can be draining. You never liked feeling controlled in a relationship, and you made that clear with Nam-gyu when you first started dating. However, you must've been naive to think that Nam-gyu would actually listen. Come home from a girls night out without him? He will be pissy. Short responses, easily irritable, saying things like, "I know you saw a guy so you should just tell me now."

Though, I do see him like making you jealous. He thinks you are cute when you get all protective over him, but not only that it also makes him feel wanted and loved.

── He knows he is lucky to have you. Everytime he is reminded about how you practically saved his life he will cry about it. Maybe not around you, but in private most definitely.

── Insecure at times. You will always have to reassure him. Its no secret that throughout his life he has felt little, undermined, below everyone. You would try constantly to prove him wrong, and he would also try his best to believe you, but some nights, after a long shift, it would all come pouring out.

"They can't even fucking remember my name! It's Nam-gyu, not Nam-su! Fuck, I do all these things for them and they don't even care, maybe I am just a fucking useless promoter."

He's not going to be okay until he hears you telling him otherwise in that sweet voice of yours.

── Probably has convinced you to do drugs with him at least once.

"It's just something to help you relax, it's nothing that will hurt you, just take it. You trust me right?"

── Nam-gyu lovesss to surprise you, even if most of the time it's just with random trinkets, dates, etc. It makes him feel like he is doing at least one thing right. Seeing a wave of excitement come over your face because of something he did makes him feel great. This goes hand in hand with his love to prank you.

── Everything reminds him of you. He will be walking down the road and he will see a flower you had mentioned you liked. He will pick it, shoving it is his pocket to show you when you two are together later.

"You know that one flower breed or something you said you liked?" He would start casually, reaching into his pocket. "Well, I found one. Here. Take it."

He hears a new good love song? His mind will immediately wander to you. Sees your favorite color on something? 'Y/n would love this.'

── Defends you all the time. Even when you aren't around. If he hears someone bad mouthing you he will be quick to yell at them.

── You may not realize it, but everytime you are talking about something you like or something you are interested in, he is listening intently. He wants to be the one that remembers these things about you so that next time you have a conversation with him he can sneak in some random niche reference from one of your interests or buy you something you would love—ultimately making you love him even more.

── All he ever wants to do is be close to you. You could be laying in bed on the phone with a friend and Nam-gyu would plop down right next to you, instantly clinging to your sides and looking up at you with pleading eyes.

"I'm on the phone right now Nam-gyu," you would tell him, bringing a finger up to your lips to hush him.

He would groan, his hands traveling to your arms, to your waist, to your inner thigh. You would go completely silent.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?" Your friend would ask, confused on why you haven't said anything in the past 3 minutes. Nam-gyu would continue to rub on you.

"I think I need to go." You would respond, quickly hanging up. Nam-gyu would smirk, pulling you closer to him, face buried in the crook of your neck.

── Similar to the last one, Nam-gyu follows you around everywhere like a lost dog. It's rare you go somewhere alone because he always wants to tag along. It could be as simple as a run to the store and Nam-gyu will throw his shoes on, grab his car keys, and ask dumb questions like "Okay, so are we leaving now?"

Sometimes you could just want a break and Nam-gyu would take it personally.

"I think I wanna go alone this time baby," you would tell him as you threw on your jacket.

"Thats fucking nonsense.. you love me, don't you? and I also have an errand to run, so lets just do this together, huh?" He would rebuttal, already dragging you with him out the door with him.

── For some reason I don't see him being a fan of pet names. However, I think he would occasionally call you baby, babe, my love, etc.

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madamemidnight · 2 days ago

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Excellent points.

Re the possible jealousy tag, it doesn't help that when Buffy tries to make Angel jealous the one she uses is Xander, by literally grinding on him at The Bronze. He immediately notices this and calls her out for it too, nearly ending their friendship. I don't think he ever fully let it go that the only time she paid romantic/intimate attention to him was as a pawn in a game. He wanted her the second he saw her and felt like he was never good enough for her.

For anyone doubting this, he literally hit on her and was shot down. He then tried to rape her in season 1 when possessed by the hyena spirit. There is no doubt that's what he was doing because Buffy tells Willow that Xander attempted "felony sexual assault". He skirts this as lying about not remembering what he did, but we know he does by the cringy relieved face he makes that they seemed to buy what he said after they turn around.

This is why he very hypocritically tries to convince everyone they need to kill Spike for doing the same later, because Spike wasn't possessed and therefore it's his fault, while Xander wasn't responsible for his own actions. To prove this he acts more appalled and angry than everyone over it, including Buffy herself. It's his way of trying to double down on convincing her it wasn't his fault when he tried it by overemphasizing that he knows it is extremely wrong and something that disgusts him to the point of trying to commit murder over it. All to prove that he would never do it. His outrage isn't about what happened to her but rather an opportunity. He uses the sexual assault of someone he claims is his friend as an opportunity to prove himself.

Xander 100% has a "good guy" complex and partially stayed friends with Buffy hoping he'd eventually have his turn, something many people do (mostly men). Which is in fact not friendship but manipulation and the behavior of a predator that waits for easy, already weakened prey, much like a hyena. They show empathy, kindness, and compassion as ways to prove they're worthy of being with, not as sincere shows of humanity and friendship. And when they don't receive what they feel their so-called friendship has entitled them to they get resentful of being "friendzoned". They won't leave the "friendship" though, because it fuels their ego story when the other person leaves due to finally having enough of the toxicity in the dynamic. It feeds into the "poor me who is so unappreciated despite being such a good guy" mentality. I say person because men don't only do this to people who identify as female.

He also never approves of anyone she dates throughout the entire series. He is her only "friend" that never supports her love life and consistently tries to break her relationships up by telling her all the ways those guys are wrong for her and latching onto any little thing they do to complain about. Again this is the behavior of a person that wants you, not a friend that wants what's best for you.

Point is, I think what no one talks enough about is that Xander resents Buffy for a lot of things but stays in her life long after it's obvious she will never want him because being a Scooby and fighting monsters is the only thing that helps him feel marginally less insignificant. Which is another thing he resents her for because he's the type that would have rathered remained oblivious and had a boring life with next to nothing expected of him.

Ironically, his Attraction to Buffy is reflected in the fact that he uses Cordelia and is a colossal prick to her the entire time they're dating because she's not Buffy and therefore not good enough. When he cheats on her with Willow, he doesn't even want her either. With both of them he is trying to make Buffy jealous, the way she used him to do to someone else, despite knowing how shitty that felt. His unfaithfulness is the last straw for Cordelia and that's how Anya gets involved with any of them. As a vengeance demon she is drawn to Cordie's pain and what does Cordelia wish for when asked what she'd want in order to get revenge against him? For Buffy Summers to have never come to Sunnydale, because deep down she knows he wants her.

Anya is then swayed by the goodness she sees in them and gives up the revenge business. We know it was ultimately a choice because it becomes clear she could have gone back at any time after being defeated. And then, Anya, a woman who was once so slighted by a man it turned her into a demon that helps others like her punish shitty men for centuries, falls in love with Xander because she mistakes his heroic acts as him being honorable and mature. Excusing his past behavior with Cordelia as a child's mistake. What does he do with the relationship he has with her? That's right, he fucks it up on purpose, just like his only other relationship. Why? Because this time it becomes an adult relationship with the expectation that he stops making excuses and becomes a husband and maybe one day a father, aka a person with responsibilities. He stands her up at the fucking altar because he knows a conversation about it won't change the fact that he doesn't want to be an adult who is responsible for himself and helps share household responsibilities with someone else, and because he doesn't respect her enough to tell her so directly, despite knowing for a while leading up to the wedding.

Xander uses being a Scooby to justify/excuse why he doesn't go to college or successfully hold down a job and lives in his parent's basement well into adulthood. He would have likely still done everything the same without being a Scooby because he's lazy, entitled, and never wants to work for anything without bemoaning and begrudging effort while expecting high praise for the bare minimum. Helping Buffy doesn't prevent him from being a functioning adult, it's just the excuse he likes to hide behind and blame while desperately holding onto it as the only thing that gives his life meaning and for all of that he resents her.

the version of btvs where jesse actually haunts the narrative is soooo good

like imagine if the show used xander killing jesse as a motivator for him throughout the show. part of why he throws himself into the supernatural world so hard is because he wants to avenge his friend. he hates vampires because he sees them as the things that took one of his closest friends away from him. he rationalizes killing jesse by choosing to firmly believe that vampires are all unambiguous monsters that have to be killed. he resents angel because he has a soul, which allows him to live. what if he had been able to get jesse a soul? he resents spike because, despite being soulless, he is full of humanity. would jesse have been like that if xander and buffy had allowed him to live? hell, what if they had been able to put a chip in jesse's head?

does buffy feel guilty about not having been able to save him? does she feel conflicted about having to kill him? does she feel sorry that it was xander (rather than her) that had to kill him?

jesse's name never comes up again and i think that's a shame.

#btvs #xander harris #anyanka #anya btvs #btvs discussion #fandom thoughts

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PRESSURE

summary: she got build up pressure from her folks, her friends and her peers around her asking that million dollar question. ‘When will you get back together with Jimmy?’ It would always annoy Serenity hearing that from them when her folks knew her and Jimmy’s past. Her folks believe that they were going to get back together eventually until she found someone new hoping that she could heal those scars that Jimmy had left until that one night it changed everything.

warnings contain: explicit content, self-harming, withdrawals, depression, a lot of build up pressure, cheating.

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Jimmy Uso x Serenity

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Tonight.

That evening turned out to be quite surprising at her mother's house, as she encountered Jimmy and Jey there. This was all due to her mother wanting to spend time with the boys, including Jimmy, her ex-boyfriend. She found it hard to even look at him after everything he had done during their relationship. He had been seeing another girl named Trinity while he was on the road. I suppose it was her mistake for being involved with a professional wrestler who is always traveling, 24/7.

When she discovered that he had been unfaithful to her while he was away, it spread like wildfire on social media, leaving her mentally shattered. She had truly loved him with all her heart, but now those feelings have been overshadowed by anger and resentment towards him.

She believed he would stand out from the others, especially considering how devoted his twin brother was to his wife. She hoped Jimmy would mirror that loyalty, but once again, she found herself mistaken.

Serenity was feeling very low and started to harm herself with a lighter, repeatedly burning her inner thighs until there was nothing left. She eventually sought therapy and opened up about the struggles she had faced over the last two to three years.

She took her antidepressants to manage her depression, helping her stay grounded throughout the day. Yet, at night, her thoughts would often drift back to the pain he caused her. That was until she met Darren, who saw her for who she truly was and cherished every single scar she carried from her past. He became the light in her life.

a energy boost that she needed. until tonight she had fucked it all up. she didn’t mean to. it happened so suddenly Why couldn’t she just push Jimmy away? She had to keep it a secret

That’s what she was good at anyway, keeping secrets just to protect herself. But how long was that going to last knowing that Jimmy wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about it.

Serenity found herself pressed against the wall while Jimmy gazed intently into her eyes, attempting to decipher her emotions. He noticed her face was filled with anger, and she forcefully shoved him away, causing him to stumble slightly, yet he responded with a smirk.

Both of them noticed her phone ringing, and as she looked down, she saw that Darren was texting her, asking where she was at that moment. Guilt washed over her as she met Jimmy's gaze.

“You think he’s gonna replace this? What we got going on sweetheart?” Jimmy said.

“We don’t have anything going on anymore Jonathan that was a year or two ago, what we did have is dead now.” Serenity replied in a stern tone.

She heard him chuckling while folding his arms over his chest, “you wanna kept tellin’ yourself that?”

His arrogant and controlling attitude was beginning to frustrate her significantly. She let out a deep sigh, massaging her temples, and then picked up her phone before heading out the bedroom door, eager to avoid any further interaction with him.

“You gon’ keep runnin’ away from this Serene?” That nickname that slipped from his lips as she turned her head toward him.

He knew her so well Too well at that whenever things like this get shaky between him and her. She’ll just run away because she doesn’t know what to do.

“I ain’t runnin’ I’m going to my man that’s waiting for me.” She said.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, “yo’ man? That yo’ people don’t even like?

“They do like him.”

Jimmy scoffed, “apparently not.” He kept his arms folded around his chest as she looked at him with confusion written all over her face.

She believed her family would approve of Darren, but as Jimmy pointed out, they actually disapprove of him. Their main concern is that they want her and Jimmy to reconcile, which was never going to occur after everything he had done to her.

“Maybe if my stupid ass mother didn’t invite you like you’re so god or something then they probably would’ve liked him.”

“C’mon now ma, don’t be like that.”

“They want us to get back together and I’m not letting that happen after what you did to me Jon.” She remained silent as she reached for the doorknob, but he suddenly grabbed her, pushing her onto the bed and holding her arms above her head while looking intently into her eyes.

Jimmy nestled between her legs, showering her neck with soft, wet kisses, attempting to remind her of her true belonging, despite her new relationship with Darren. She struggled to push him away, but the reality of his greater strength left her at a disadvantage.

He gently placed kisses along her jawline and then moved to her lips. She hesitated to kiss him back until his hand rested on her left thigh, where a sudden stinging sensation made her whimper, prompting her to finally return his kiss.

His tongue danced within her mouth, exploring every inch, a sensation he had longed for. The kiss was intense, reflecting his desire to assert his dominance and remind her of her place with him.

With all her strength, she struck him, the sound reverberating in her old bedroom. They locked eyes, both filled with intensity, particularly Jimmy's, whose gaze turned dark as a sinister smile crept across his face, nearly frightening her.

“You don’t fucking deserve none of this, you don’t deserve me Jimmy.” Serenity sternly.

He chuckled bitterly at her while nodding his head before he spoke, “and you think his ass do? You know you still mine Serene.”

She scoffed at him, “I was never yours when you went out yo’ way to cheat on me for the whole fucking media to hear about Jimmy you know what get the fuck off of me.” When she tried pushing and shoving him away he didn’t budge not one single bit as he just watched her struggle.

She continued to strike him and tried to shove him away until he grasped her throat, causing her to freeze in place, her eyes fixed on his.

Jimmy leaned in closer, their noses almost touching, while he felt his free hand lift the dress she had chosen for the cookout tonight—realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath it, which made him smirk.

There was always something about him and that infuriating smirk on his face that drove Serenity absolutely mad. He started to rub her folds in circular motions, his eyes still fixed on hers, noticing how she began to weaken under his touch.

She made an effort to keep eye contact with him, attempting to convey that she was unaffected by the situation and indifferent, fully aware that Darren was capable of much more than he was.

That’s what she thought right? Believing that Darren was a much better match for her than Jimmy he’s a basketball player. But could he hit all the right spots like Jimmy do?

In that moment, Jimmy gently kissed her lips before withdrawing, observing how she gradually fell apart under his touch. As he slipped two fingers into her warm core, a soft moan of his name escaped her lips.

His fingers started to move in a slow yet quick rhythm, aware that he had her exactly where he desired. Watching her plead with those beautiful eyes of hers, reminiscent of a puppy, only made him smile wider.

He softly kissed her lips as they embraced in a passionate make-out session, sensing her body relax and yield to him and only him, while he moved his fingers inside her, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“You see how she reacts to me ma? Does he make you feel like that?” Jimmy murmured between kisses.

She felt the urge to hurt his feelings by claiming that Darren was better at this than he was, yet she couldn't bring herself to say it because, deep down, she still loved Jimmy.

“N-no, he d-doesn’t…” Serenity murmured back.

She sensed his smirk between her lips as his fingers expertly located her sensitive spot, something Darren always struggled to find during their intimate moments. Jimmy, on the other hand, repeatedly stimulated her g-spot, making her gasp and arch her back in response.

“Mhmm, I’m hitting that shit good. He probably can’t make you squirt like I do ma.”

He was right once again Jimmy is always right when it comes to her.

He had gently bitten the bottom of her lip, tugging it before pressing his lips against hers more forcefully, all the while continuing to pleasure her with his fingers. Outside, everyone else was enjoying themselves, but she could feel herself tightening and relaxing around his fingers, as if she were a machine in disarray.

Jimmy shifted his lips from hers to her jawline, gently trailing down towards her neck. Her fingers were entwined in his curls, pulling him closer so she could listen to him guide her with his voice, rich and sweet like honey, a sound she adored.

However, he realized that this was insufficient, so he withdrew from her neck and positioned his face between her thighs. As he kissed her inner thighs, he kept his fingers deep inside her—swirling his tongue around her clit, which made her jolt, but she soon relaxed.

His eyes were keenly observing her response. He wanted to assert his dominance, making it clear that he was in charge and that Darren was incapable of doing even half of what Jimmy could accomplish. As he combined his saliva with her arousal, he marveled at the transformation he had brought about in her. The tough and stubborn girl he once dated seemed to vanish whenever he took control.

She longed to break free from this situation, yet she understood that it was impossible. They were far too entrenched in it—he gently sucked on her swollen clit, watching as her white essence coated his fingers, which made him groan at the sight.

“She’s dripping f’me mama, tell daddy what you want.” He groaned in the air.

Serenity couldn’t believe that she was cheating on Darren behind his back with her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her but at what cost?

“I-I…” she couldn’t form a sentence or a word out as she felt overwhelmed by his actions.

“You what baby? What’chu want huh?” His voice was taunting her in a playful manner, turning her on knowing how bad she hated him doing it.

His tongue danced over her clit and empty hole repeatedly, moistening his salt and pepper beard, as he enjoyed the sound of her sweet whimpers escaping her lovely lips. “F-fuck J-Jimmy.”

He looked up at her with his piercing eyes staring deeply into her soul.

“What? Huh? What?” His fingers quickened their pace within her warmth, the sound of his hand striking against her softness resonating throughout the room as he observed her attempt to articulate a thought.

“Fuck me Jimmy, come fuck me.” All he needed was to hear that, and as he withdrew his fingers from her, he noticed the white glow covering them before he pushed them into her mouth.

She twirled her tongue around his fingers, savoring her own taste while her gaze remained fixed on his intensely. Jimmy utilized his free hand to unfasten his belt and tear away his jeans, lowering them along with his boxers to reveal his impressive eight-inch erection, with pre-cum dripping from the tip.

He gently removed his fingers from her mouth and drew her closer to the edge of the bed by her ankles. Once he positioned himself between her legs again, he took hold of his cock and lightly tapped the tip against her pussy lips, which shimmered in the soft light of her old bedroom.

“Stroke this shi f’me mama.” She followed his lead as she took hold of him with her delicate hands, moving slowly and deliberately, which made him arch his back in delight.

Oh how badly did he miss this.

Her thumb glided over his mushroom tip, which appeared so beautiful; even more so than Darren's, if she were to be truthful with herself for just a moment. She did miss him; no, her body craved him, and there was something about Jimmy taking charge that excited her.

They both observed her fingers gliding up and down him, and as more of his pre-cum seeped out, she couldn't help but bite her lip, captivated by the beautiful scene unfolding before her.

“I missed yo’ cute ass ma, giving up what’s mine to that fool downstairs.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “what happened to shawty? Hm? And what you here to reclaim it or something?” There she go with her smart mouth that always got her in trouble when her and Jimmy was together at the time he would always put her in her place and remind her who run the show.

She stroked his cock in a fast pace hearing wet sounds coming from it as he let out a guttural moan escape his lips.

“Hmm, she wasn't you.” He continued on wrapping his hand around her throat once again. “This pussy belongs to me not him or nobody else but me.”

“She was never yours after you cheated.” Serenity was constantly going to remind him of his actions which made him smirk while chuckling—he removed her hand from his cock and brushed his tip against her moist folds.

He entered her deeply, and they both released a loud groan before he could fully move within her. His hand rested gently on her throat while her legs were spread wide, and as he began to deliver his deep strokes, she threw her head back in sheer pleasure.

Her arms encircled his neck as she savored his warm kisses trailing down her neck, softly moaning his name—while he moved in and out of her, feeling the wetness in his hair as she experienced the deep thrusts of his member inside her.

She let out a small whimper while her gaze was locked onto his deeply.

“Pretty, so pretty ma.” Jimmy whispered softly while placing a kiss on her lips.

She didn’t respond to him due to the pressure she was feeling at the moment while he watched her eyes roll in the back of her head. “How this feels ma?”

She held onto him tightly, having her eyes rolling in the back of her skull before answering his question, "It feels so good, so goood," she whispered back.

"Yeah? When I do this?" That's when Jimmy had pounded into her gushy walls deeply hearing his hips slapping against her thighs as Serenity felt this pleasurable pain inside of her.

“J-Jimmy!”

He had a smirk appearing on his lips while they continued to French kiss each other having their tongues fighting for dominance against one another, as Jimmy continued to beat her guts in silly.

Serenity began to feel a sense of guilt and sadness about her actions in that moment, realizing she could have simply pushed him away when he kissed her or even restrained him by wrapping his hand around her throat to assert some control. Yet, she chose not to— it felt as though he was exerting control over her, almost as if he didn't want her to be with Darren.

She had a deep love for Darren and felt thankful for him, but her relationship with Jimmy was an entirely different matter. They shared a history that was irreplaceable, not even by Darren.

Their lips were turning into reddish purple color as they pulled away from each other causing Jimmy to place his forehead on hers.

“Nobody can replace what we had Serene and you know that.” His voice was low and deep when he spoke to her seeing her innocent eyes looking at him.

He was right once again Nobody couldn’t replace what they had together But she didn’t want to be stuck with a man like him that cheated on her so she had to move on

“But you can?”

“I didn’t replace you Serene.”

“But you did Jimmy and didn’t care but once I’ve moved on with someone new that ain’t you. Here you go doing shit like this.” Jimmy didn’t have time to hear none of that wanting to shut her up immediately

He had wrapped his hand around her throat pumping his dick in and out of her while she held onto his wrist.

All they could hear was skin slapping against each other all over her old bedroom while the air thickened around them.

Jimmy had Serenity seeing stars at this point pummeled her inside of the bed like no one else would seeing her crumbling underneath him that's what he like to see.

It was becoming overwhelming for her as she tried to push him by his stomach to slow him down but he slapped her hand away from him digging his dick deeper inside of her gummy insides as she cried out his name.

“D-daddy!” She exclaimed.

Jimmy shook his head, “don’t run from this dick.” He slapped her left ass cheek causing her to whine. “This pussy belongs to me, her rightful owner.”

At that moment, both of them heard her phone ringing. Jimmy noticed the caller ID and saw it was Darren trying to reach her to find out her whereabouts. A wicked smile crept across Jimmy's face as he picked up her phone from the nightstand and handed it to her, while she shook her head in frustration.

“Answer it.” He said.

“N-no! Are you fucking insane?” His hand came down and smacked her left ass cheek.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to ma answer the fucking phone I want him to hear I’m good I’m fucking you.”

With that she had no choice but to answer the phone as she heard Darren’s voice in the background and it hit her like a tidal wave of emotions betraying him like this. Jimmy had seen it; saw her trying to hold back her emotions while he was fucking her he knew he had her right he wanted her to be.

“Princess? Where you at?” Darren asked on the other side of the phone.

One thing about Serenity is she is a good liar and very good at it too.

“I’m not feeling well, I got sick.” She lied while looking at Jimmy.

He slowed down his strokes on purpose pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside of her hitting her cervix as he watched her crumble underneath him while being on the phone with Darren.

He had heard Darren’s voice on the phone, “damn princess you want me to come up there and take you home then?”

Home? Serenity and Him didn’t live together? Just like how she and Jimmy did when they were together. Did she double down?

Jimmy had leaned in closer so that their bodies could be touching one another while he placed wet kisses on her neck cupping both of her ass cheek from underneath her and began to speed up his pace causing her to moan out loudly covering her mouth in the process.

He had smirked against her skin hearing how concerned her boyfriend was over the phone.

“You good babygirl?” Darren asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

She looked at Jimmy who was waiting for her to answer Darren’s question.

“Y-yes I’m fine, J-just—“ Serenity was struggling bad as she could feel Jimmy’s mushroom tip hitting her g-spot over and over again feeling that coil burning up inside of her stomach.

Nobody couldn’t make her get this way

Only Jimmy could.

Serenity felt a knot in her stomach signaling that she was about to cum on this man, so she began rubbing her clit which Jimmy caught on removing her hand from her clit pinning it down as she whined some more. "I want you beg for it mama you ain't slick," at this point Serenity had tears forming in her eyes wanted this to end.

“Who was that Serenity?”

“N-nobody! Look I’ll text you later just go home for tonight!”

With that she hanged up the phone feeling His grip on her throat tightened slightly watching her mouth parted open as he spit inside of it circling his tongue inside of her mouth. "Talk to me baby, you wanna cum?" He cooed at her as she nodded her head begging for him to let her cum.

“Fuckk, I miss you soo much daddy.”

“Yeah? Tell me some more ma, does he fuck you better than me?”

She shook her head, “nobody can do it like you daddy, I promise daddy.”

“You promise?”

Serenity nodded her head as she kept him close to her body feeling the heat radiating off of his skin to hers as he fucked her like he loved her which he still did deep down.

He kept thrusting into her soft walls, feeling her tighten and relax around him, which made him groan with pleasure, fully aware of how much he adored it when she did that. Her creamy, sticky white essence coated his cock perfectly, allowing him to slide in and out of her effortlessly, like a waterslide.

His movements grew increasingly uncoordinated with each thrust he delivered, feeling the sweat trickle down his body as he pushed his hips deeper into her, completely losing himself in the moment.

“Fuck, I’m finna nut ma. You still on birth control or what?” Jimmy grunted.

“Y-yes, cum inside of me daddy I want it.” Serenity begged.

Jimmy had his eyes rolling in the back of his head losing control of all of his body cursing underneath his breath as he slammed inside of Serenity one last time as they both let out a loud guttural moan as they both came together.

She felt his warm seeds shooting ropes and ropes inside of her inner walls filling her up so good looking on seeing her milky cream mixed with his coating his dick so good.

He slowly thrusted in and out of her making sure that none of his warm seeds spilled out of her before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Serenity’s legs were shaking and her mind was all over the place realizing what just happened between the two of them and how she acted while being on the phone with Darren.

That’s when she had pushed him off of her with all of her strength she had as she pulled down her dress staring at him with a stern expression on her face.

“What the fuck Jon! Why would you do this to me!” She hollered at him.

“Don’t act like that now Serene.” He said.

“I have every right to act like this! I didn’t want to do this with you! Why can’t you just let me be happy!” She managed to get up from the bed heading towards his direction and shoved him harshly causing him to stumble back.

She hit him in his chest over and over again hollering at him and blaming him for doing this—when she didn’t want this to happen but she did anyway. He let her continue to hit him in his chest watching her crash out right in front of him.

“I fucking hate you!” Serenity said.

“You weren't saying that when I was beating yo’ guts up now did you? I had you hooting and hollering. Tellin’ me that you missed me and shit.” Jimmy said

She scoffed at him, “I only said it to boost up your ego, I didn't mean it.” Shoving him harshly until he grabbed her by the throat pinning her against the wall as her head made a thud sound on it.

She looked up at him with her innocent eyes locking into his hooded ones as they both stared down at each other for a moment—the silence between them hung heavy as they could only hear the loud music playing in the background of her parents backyard and folks laughing.

“You know you miss me Serene don’t fucking play.”

“I don’t miss yo’ ass at all Jon, you broke me and I don’t need you breaking me again.”

She removed his hand away from her throat and brushed past him until he had said something that made her stop in her tracks.

“You know I’ma run my mouth bout this.” That made her body cold as a rock when he said that knowing that Jimmy couldn’t keep his kitty shut for good.

She stomped towards his way grabbing him up by his chin while pinning him against the wall staring down at him with her eyes piercing down his soul.

“Utter one fucking word about this shit and I will fucking kill you.” Serenity could see that stupid ass smirk appearing on his face that she wanted to slap away so badly.

“Let’s continue what we need to fix Ma, and I won’t say a word to yo’ little boyfriend.” Shit was this the only way for her to keep his mouth shut?

She didn’t want to be near him She didn’t want to kiss him Or for him to touch her the way he do She hated it; hated it so bad it almost made her want to grab that lighter and burn all of her sins away.

She shakes her head, “no, no I’m not dealing with this in order for you to keep your big ass mouth closed.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I guess poor Darren is going to find out that his girlfriend which was my ex-girlfriend got fucked behind his back by me.”

Fuck fuck fuck that’s all she could think about she hated how he would just manipulate her and gaslight her into things like this.

She sighed deeply looking into Jimmy’s eyes once more trying to read his facial expressions to see where he was getting at.

“Fuck, fine. Fine. This is only fucking temporary to keep that fucking mouth of yours shut.” She said while removing her hand from his face, backing up in the process.

“You have my word baby, c’mere tho lemme’ get a better look at you girl.” He replied as he grabbed her hand, spinning her around as his eyes had been on her curves the way her black dress was hugging her body so good it did numbers on him.

She smiled like an idiot even though she didn’t want to show off her smile because he didn’t deserve it whatsoever but she ended up laughing at him showing it off anyways.

“You know you look good tonight ma?”

“Mhm.”

“I miss seeing this, all of this.” That’s when he had pulled her closer to him and their eyes were locked onto each other.

She looked down at his lips and then back into his eyes as he mirrored her actions. Their faces began to move closer to one another as she felt his lips land onto hers softly—they passionately made out with each other with her arms around his neck and his hands rested on her hips.

The kiss was slow and deep as she could feel his tongue slipping inside of her mouth exploring every single part inside of her mouth—she wanted to pull away from and tell him to get the fuck out but she didn’t.

Deep down inside she missed him No, her body missed him; missed the way he would touch her and kiss her made her feel loved. It made her feel some type of way Some type of resentment she had for him

She felt her emotions slipping away through the kiss as tears began to fall down her cheeks as she struggled to keep up with him feeling her lips quivering with sadness, Jimmy could feel it as he pulled away from her lips seeing her eyes in tears and her sniffing her nose.

She backed up from him slowly not wanting to be near him anymore after having those flashbacks of the whole entire media about him cheating on her.

He stepped closer to her, “Ma.”

She held her hand up not wanting to hear anything else he had to say at the moment as she grabbed her phone and her purse that had her lighter in it which he didn’t know about her self-harming.

She looked at him one last time before heading out the door leaving him alone in her old room, she walked downstairs grabbing her keys from her purse as her mother and sister was coming up towards her.

“Serene? where are you goin?” Mrs Cooper asked.

“Home, I’m not staying for the rest of the night I have to get up for work in the morning.” Serenity responded.

“What about J-Jim—“

She gave her mother a stern look before her mother could even finish the sentence bringing up Jimmy as they heard heavy footsteps coming down the steps seeing Jimmy coming down just in time before she could head out the door.

And that was her cue to leave before he could catch up to her so she opened the door heading out towards her car that was parked outside.

She heard him calling her name but she ignored him walking as fast as she could to avoid him at all cost—tonight wasn’t her night.

“Ma! Ma!” Jimmy hollered.

She didn’t respond to him.

“Serenity! Serene!” That’s when she had stopped in her tracks turning her attention towards him as he ran up towards her.

Everyone including her mother and sister were looking outside the window seeing what was happening between Jimmy and Serenity—her mother didn’t seem fond of Darren because of how he acted whenever she was around.

He would never respond or even say hello to her when he walked in whenever he came to pick up Serenity. He was so nonchalant at times, she tried to understand that he was a busy person being a basketball player.

But for Jimmy he would greet her and even have conversations with her and that’s why she wanted Serenity to get back together with him because he was a gentleman and genuine person, she knew about what he had did and tried to convince Serenity that he was lonely but only ended up making things worse and caused a shift in their relationship.

She never talked about it with her.

“Mama, c’mon don’t be like this. Just stay.”

She wiped her dried off tears from her face while folding her arms. “I don’t need to stay, there is no reason for me to stay here I need to go home Jon.”

“Have fun baby, c’mon.”

That’s the thing she didn’t want to do none of that after cheating on her boyfriend—and then kissing Jimmy out of vulnerability just made her look stupid feeling all of the hurt and pain that Jimmy had caused her.

“I’m good Jon, I’m leaving, I don't need folks questioning me.” She was about to open her car door until he grabbed her arm stopping her in her tracks once again as she started to grow irritated.

Serenity looked at him as she had seen him pleading with those hooded eyes of his for her to stay but she didn’t want to stay—the more she’ll stay the more likely she would head towards the bathroom to burn herself with the lighter especially being around him.

She was hurt like really hurt that he did that to her. She thought she was enough for him. She thought she was doing her job right as his girlfriend.

She yanked her arm away from him while stepping inside of her car slamming the driver’s door next to her before locking her door. She could see him still standing there as she fastened her seatbelt and placed her keys inside of the ignition before turning it on.

She checked her phone seeing messages from Darren almost breaking her heart instantly when she read them.

lova💖sent three messages.

lova💖: it’s him ain’t it? lova💖: I thought you were over him serene? lova💖: am I a rebound to you?

Her tears began falling on her face as she wiped them away quickly before texting him back.

serene🤍: it’s not like that Darren, I told you I wasn’t feeling good I promise nothing happened between him and I 🫶🏽

She placed her phone down next to her as she started pressing the button to the ignition as it began to turn on seeing Jimmy knocking on her window which made her roll it down just to hear what he had to say.

“What?” She questioned him.

“How long you gon’ keep that secret from him?” He asked.

That’s thing she didn’t know how long she was going to keep it a secret because Darren was already growing suspicious that she was messing around with Jimmy because he had heard Jimmy’s voice on the phone when he called her.

“I-I, don’t know okay? I don’t fucking know…he’s already growing suspicious…”

“Just come home then mama.”

“It’s not that fucking simple Jimmy, you fucking hurt me bad really bad and you just don’t get to walk yo’ ass in here thinking we locked in when we really aren’t.”

That hit home for him, he didn’t have anything else to say after that knowing she was right; him and her weren’t locked in like he thought when he came up in there all smiling and shit.

Thinking that he had her back and she was going to come back home with him until he saw that she was with someone else that wasn’t him.

She rolled up her window and began backing out the driveway making sure that she didn’t hit anybody's car as she saw Jimmy standing there watching her leave her mother’s house.

Once she placed her car back into drive she drove off.

That’s when Jey had come outside seeing his brother watching Serenity’s car driving off in her car.

“What happened twin?” Jey asked.

“Did I hurt her that bad?” Jimmy asked.

Jey sighed deeply while scratching his head, “what you think? I mean she seemed hurt and upset when she walked down the steps with tears in her eyes after being near you. You cheated on her so of course she is hurting badly.”

“It happened like two to three years ago Uce.”

“That doesn't matter, she could still be healing from what you had done behind her back, hell probably doing more damage to herself.” Jimmy didn’t understand what his brother meant by that but he shrugged his shoulders in the process while he and Jey head back inside of the house together.

—

Serenity was burning her skin with the lighter between her thighs over and over again feeling the heat burning her skin off as she relapsed once again—she promised her therapist that she wouldn’t do this again but she needed to do this.

To forget what she had done with Jimmy at her mother’s house and how she betrayed Darren within seconds just like a damn idiot falling for a man like Jimmy. What was she thinking? Her and Darren been texting each other and arguing at the fact that she was with Jimmy tonight.

She tried to convince him that she wasn’t with him and was just in the bathroom throwing up due to the alcohol—since she drank too much of it but Darren wasn’t stupid he knew that she was with her ex-boyfriend upstairs.

She was too tired to continue to argue with him about this so she placed her phone on DND and continued to burn her skin off—hissing at the pain that was between her thighs. As she was doing that she felt her phone vibrated which made her flinch seeing a text message from Jimmy.

She could’ve sworn she blocked his number.

She grabbed her phone unlocking it to see what he wanted even though she didn’t want to know, her curiosity got the best of her.

J💔sent a message

J💔: mama c’mere so we can talk

She was confused as she texted him back.

serene🤍: wym? Did my fucking mother give you the address to my apartment complex? Go home Jimmy

J💔: please mama ion wanna fight with you I just want to talk please

Serenity didn’t want to give in knowing that he was going to fuck her again but she was curious to see what he wanted to say to her—maybe an apology would be nice.

serene🤍: gimmie a sec

With that she got up from the cold tiles of her bathroom floor while putting on her shorts that she had taken off—she threw her lighter back inside of the medicine cabinet while fixing herself up before heading towards the front door.

She walked downstairs towards the door opening as she had seen Jimmy standing there scrolling through his phone while he waited on her to come open the door—he looked up at her with a smile on his face placing his phone back inside of his pocket.

She stood there with her arms folded over her chest, “you have ten fucking minutes to speak after that I’ma need you to leave.”

She stepped aside from the door letting him in as she shut the door behind them standing waiting for him to say what he needed to say.

Jimmy begins to say, “I’m sorry.”

“You're sorry? That’s all you have to say to me? After cheating on me with that whore!” Serenity hollered.

“Look I was lonely and things went lef—“ Serenity held her hand up, shutting him up immediately.

She looked at him with a stern expression on her face not wanting to hear anything else he had to say knowing that was a damn lie that he wasn’t lonely—he was just making excuses.

“You wasn’t fucking lonely and you know it Jimmy, we FaceTime, did phone sex and everything else but I guess that wasn’t enough for you?”

He didn’t say anything, he was quiet as he looked at her with those puppy hooded eyes of his—he always did that whenever he was trying to get out of something and she hated that.

She scoffed while rolling her eyes, she was done with him they both knew that she was right.

“I fucking hate you, you fucking ruined me.”

“You don’t mean that mama.”

That’s when she had shoved him harshly, almost making him stumble as she looked at him with a stern expression on her face—he could see all of the hurt and damage that he had done to her badly.

“I do fucking mean it, I fucking hate you now get the fuck out.” She shoved him some more with all of the strength she had showing off her pent up anger that she had been building up for years after he cheated on her.

And at the moment he could no longer bear it, he seized her by the throat, forcing her against the wall and pressing his lips against hers as if that could mend what was already shattered. She attempted to push him away by striking his chest, but he succeeded in restraining both of her hands above her head while continuing to kiss her deeply.

He didn’t like being replaced And she didn’t either.

His tongue was swirling around inside of her mouth like he had something to prove like he wanted her to know how sorry he was—but was he really sorry? Or just bitter that she moved on and forgot about him.

Once her body relaxed to his touch, she felt him cradling her up by her thighs taking her over towards the sofa and she was now straddling his lap while having a messy make out session with each other.

“I hate you.” She murmured between kisses.

“you don’t.” He murmured back.

“I do.” The kiss was intense and chaotic, infused with a hint of roughness. Her fingers were entwined in his curls, while his large hands held her waist firmly. As she pushed her hips forward, swaying them rhythmically, it made him growl.

The way her clothed pajama pants had rubbed against his jeans did numbers on him like he couldn’t control himself whenever he was near her, it was like he wanted serenity to he his again without Darren in the picture.

She could feel his teeth pulling back on her bottom lip tonguing her down like he had something to prove—and he did. He wanted to prove to her and let her know that she was still his regardless if she was with Darren or not.

Few seconds later their clothes were ripped off of each other’s bodies like werewolves as he had her pinned down on the sofa pushing himself inside of her giving her his deep and slow strokes that she loved so much.

Her legs were pinned to each end of her hips as he pounded his way through her gushy walls while she moaned his name in vain.

She hated this But her body loved this and needed this. She didn’t want to betray Darren this way. She thought she was over Jimmy.

But damn it the way he touched her and kissed her like she mattered did something to her and that’s the thing she hated the most.

“Tell me you love me, tell me you don’t hate me mama.” Jimmy groaned as his hand was wrapped around her throat.

She wanted to tell him that she didn’t love him. And that she loved Darren. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. To say how much she hated Jimmy.

“I-I love y-you…” Serenity whimpered as she showed off her puppy like eyes at him. “Fuck, I-I Love you.”

All they could hear was their skins slapping against each other as she could feel his cock buried deep inside of her so perfectly. Jimmy leaned in closer to her face so that their faces were close together, he kissed her lips gently looking into her eyes.

“Say that again baby.”

“I love you Jimmy.”

That’s all it took as he sped up his pace causing her arch her back perfectly for him as he held onto her hips thrusted deeply causing her to moan his name loudly.

His dick hitting her g-spot over and over again until she couldn’t take it anymore and her nails were digging in his back and her begging him to keep going like she hadn’t been fucked in a while.

She didn’t even bother to hear her phone ringing in the background with the caller ID being Darren calling her.

One Missed Call From lova💖 Voice mail incoming from lova💖

“Babygirl I’m sorry for assuming I’m just worried that I won’t be enough for you bc of your ex boyfriend being around you and I want this to work out. Please text me when you wake up in the morning I love you.”

She was going to regret letting Jimmy back in.

PRESSURE.

A/N: hiiii I’m back hehe 😉 with another Jimmy Uso fic idk it just something about Jimmy that just gives me ideas especially what’s been going on lately on Smackdown he just looks good dawg like un-unn.

But I hope yall enjoy the chapter lmk in the comments below.

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karmic energy -> jjk (one)

summary: it's simple: you just want jungkook to stop being mean to jimin; he's too timid for his own good to put an end to his rough-housing. you take matters into your own hands, and you're confident a simple empathy spell would do the trick but it lands you in his shoes instead, and him in…yours? well, shit.

rating: R18+ MATURE, minors please do not interact

pairing: witch!fem reader x himbo!jk

genre(s): established relationship, 80s au, college au, slice of life, eventual smut

word count: 5.4k +

warnings/tags: body swap trope, based in the 80s, golden retriever!reader, elements of magic, fantasy themes, jock!jk (not by choice lol), older brother!jin, warlock!jin, nerd!jimin, swearing, bffs taehyung and jk, nudity, allusions to fingering and sex, the condom gets stuck LOL, extremely overly dramatic visit to the obgyn, themes of exploring sexuality and battling with it, taehyung is openly queer <3

notes: wanted to take a crack at something lighthearted, because i feel like my last few uploads have been so angsty/serious. this will be a fun challenge for me because i've never written anything like this before! it’s not a jigglyjeon special without a bit of fantasy/magic doe 😉 please let me know what you think pretty people <3

soundtrack: manic monday - the bangles // head over heels - tears for fears // mr. blue sky - electric light orchestra // karma chameleon - culture club

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You watch the smoke that arises from the cauldron with a narrowed glare, as if staring through the mist was going to change the fact that there was absolutely nothing happening.

Like, at all.

You stomp your foot with a pout on your lips, folding your arms over your chest when you look to your brother. But of course, he’s fucking laughing at you. Your fingers twitch with the desire to slap him over the back of the head.

“That was terrible, dear sister.” He wheezes, rubbing his forefinger and thumb over his temples to hide his eyes that were currently shaped like crescent moons, as he snickers at you. You glower, shoulders falling as you stare daggers at your older brothers toppling frame. “Just smack him on the ass with your broom stick and call it a day.”

“Can it, stinker.”

The insult brings him down from the hysterical high that your failures induced in him, smacking his lips together with a loud pop. He despises when you call him that. Others? Fine, sure – funny even- not you, though. Not his kid sister. He clicks his tongue. “Play nice.”

“You started it, smelly.” You roll your eyes, turning back to the bubbling cauldron. “I was so sure it was going to work that time. Look, it’s bubbling.” You shove your hand in the direction of said bubbles, but Jin has to peak over the edge to catch what you’re referring to. The tiniest pop emerges from the black pot. He bites his lip to contain the snort that threatens to come out.

“Yeah, yeah! I can…see it.” He squeaks, clearing his throat. “Sort of.”

You go to scold him, but he speaks again, distracting you completely.

“So, you say you’re making a potion for your meat-head boyfriend–”

“His name is Jungkook.”

“–Right. Do remind me what it’s for again?”

You huff, twisting your body side to side as you mutter incoherently. You purposefully slur out your words quickly in hopes he doesn’t actually hear you.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to speak up a little more for me to hear you there, Glinda the good.” He snorts with amusement.

“I want to cast an empathy spell on him!” You exclaim, throwing your arms out wide. It makes Jin flinch, and he clutches his chest at the sudden raise in your voice.

“Okay, yeah. I thought that’s what you said.” He brushes off his chest that’s clad in a white t-shirt, the same cursed one that he always liked to fold the arm cuffs on.

You would tease him and tell him he was trying so hard to look like Danny Zuko, but each time he would just wink at you with pride. He would tell you that it was exactly what he was going for. He would also say it in that annoying, and not to mention terrible, impression of him. John Travolta was probably recoiling somewhere in a penthouse in Los Angeles.

“Then what’d he exactly do that’s making you want to change him so bad?” He crosses his arms, raising an inquisitive brow.

“I-I don’t want to, I just–” You fiddle with your fingers, whingeing when his words only make you feel bad.

It’s not that you wanted to change him, Jungkook was your lover – now, forever, and always – it was just that, well, Jimin was such a nice person. Too nice for his own good, even.

He didn’t deserve the excessive patting against his back, purposefully done so that it had the frames that hung low on the bridge of his nose propellered onto the ground. You watched it unfold from a distance; he was on his way over to you but had come out of the building with Jimin beside him; the way Jungkook had gave him a faux apology, cooing at him as if he had unintentionally kicked a small puppy. He offers to pick up his glasses for him only to accidentally kick them further along the concrete.

Jungkook smacks him on the shoulder as he laughs, it makes Jimin flinch at the sudden sting ringing on his bicep. He still lets out a small chuckle, no doubt to appease his bully, but it’s sheepish and small. He nods meekly when Jungkook bids him goodbye as if nothing had even happened. Why Jimin continued to treat Jungkook with kindness was beyond you.

Then, when you asked him to tone it down, he would proceed to excuse it to you as him showing Jimin brotherly love.

“This is just how guys show that they care for one another, babe.” He explains it to you as if it’s a foreign concept to you, and it kind of was. It didn’t really make a whole lot of sense to you. You had let it go for the first couple of times, because you did happen to know that Jungkook and Jimin have known each other since they were in high school. They were old friends, he had told to you.

“Jimin knows that I’m only joking around. Just pushin’ his buttons, a little, that’s all.” He promises you, following it up with a romantic kiss that makes you swoon. You make your usual heart eyes at him, and he knows he’s successfully curbed your disappointment. For now.

Jungkook’s arm is already draped over your shoulder and greeting the friends you sat with. Your eye wanders back over to Jimin who had since crouched down carefully, holding out his arms as he taps frantically around at the ground to find his glasses because he couldn’t see all that well without them. You curl your lips to the side, fighting a pout, because it doesn’t seem all that much like a joke to you from where you’re currently standing.

But you knew Jungkook, and he had the biggest heart you’d ever encountered in a man of his calibur. Of course you were bias, you were his girlfriend after all, but that was precisely how you knew the truth about him. He was always there to help with no questions asked, and sometimes he just did things out of the own kindness of his heart. What you didn’t know is that he only really did that so he could feel useful to you.

You really were just a fool in love.

Jungkook knows he isn’t the brightest tool in the shed. He majored in music and arts and had gotten into the esteemed college purely with the help of his football scholarship. He never even really liked football all that much, but his father had thrown him into the sport when he was young.

Every time he approached his father with the sincere request of quitting because he hardly enjoyed it as much as he enjoyed the arts, his father would tell him the same thing. Every. Single. Time.

“Football gave me everything, boy.” He would say with a longing sigh. “My life, my job and even my wife. You’ll thank me for it one day— trust me.”

So…yeah.

Jungkook wasn’t allowed to quit playing football.

It didn’t even matter how much he begged it of his father, because according to him: football is love, football is life.

Sure, Jungkook had met his best friend, Taehyung, from playing football with him nearly his entire life, but even he didn’t care for the sport, really. Other than that? Everything else in Jungkook’s life had come from outside of football entirely. Aside from his scholarship, of course.

Like you, for instance; he had met you at a renaissance fair of all places— totally bogus, right?

He was at first drawn in by the soft melodies that played in the background. It was music and wherever there was music, Jungkook was there too. There was surprisingly only a small crowd around you watching, most people mindlessly walking by and indulging in the complete dweebery of the ren fair.

They were missing out, Jungkook had thought so, because there you were: looking so majestic. You were playing the harp with elf ears peeking out from beneath your hair, leafy vines purposefully entangled within your messy, thick braid. Maybe it was a good thing there weren’t many onlookers. He had locked in on you, and he was already starting to feel possessive. No one else could make them yours before him. That was a promise he had made to himself.

You had looked like a princess that had come straight out of a fantasy novel, with the v-shaped head piece draping down onto your forehead with an iridescent opal jewel in the middle. It had brought out the colour of your eyes, and he thought you had such pretty eyes.

It was as clear to him as it was to anyone else that had a pair of eyes— Jungkook was totally, irrevocably whipped over you from the very first moment he saw you.

But like, this random tall dude with black hair standing next to you playing the piccolo? Yeah, wasn't doing it for him; it was kinda killing the vibe, actually. Jungkook thought he looked goofy as hell swaying back and forth with his eyes shut like he was trying to summon something otherworldly to kill everyone there.

If it weren't for your pretty face, Jungkook may have accepted that fate.

But instead of bringing it to Taehyung’s attention so he’d have someone to laugh about him with, he moves in a little bit closer with his hands shoved into the pockets of his letterman jacket.

Sure, this ren fair he’s been dragged to was, well, to put it politely, a drag. He felt out of place completely, and because he wasn’t dressed in a pair of tights and wearing a flipping fedora with a feather like fucking robin hood, he was getting strange looks from people.

He would never admit it— but it made Jungkook feel a little bit small. Only just a little, though.

If there was one person in Jungkook’s life he couldn’t bully, it was Taehyung; he had one of the most terrifying poker faces he’d ever seen, even worse than his father’s, and if he were to ever piss him off? Well, he knows what would happen, he’s been on that end of the stick before. Never again.

Taehyung was intense, and some dumb special interest wasn’t going to make Jungkook risk being locked out of his dorm room with nothing but a sock on his cock. Not again. He shivers at the memory.

It haunts him.

Besides, he ought to thank Taehyung for dragging him to this circus, because when he saw you there, he swears his entire world had shifted on its axis— he thinks he may have also forgotten to breathe for a moment, too.

To say he was enthralled with your beauty felt like an understatement, and he had happened to enjoy the pretty music you played. You were humble about it, and you didn’t make any stupid faces while you did it. There’s a slight crease in your brow from concentration, your eyes trained in on your fingers moving gracefully along the strings of your harp. You didn’t seem to care if people were watching or not.

He approached you when the performance was done, asking you for your name and that was that. You learn quickly that you both attended the same college, despite never seeing each other before. It wasn’t that surprising since you both studied completely different things, as well as campus being rather large, too.

Jungkook still had to jump through hoops and hurdles to have you on his arm, though. You had him putting up a decent fight for your affections, being cautious of the fractious jock boy with big, brown eyes and a soft smile that made your tummy do flips. You initially thought there must’ve been some ominous undertones to his intentions. You weren’t a cheerleader and you weren’t in the best shape – you lose your breath every time you climb a flight of stairs – so what did he want with you?

A health science major who happened to secretly be a witch.

Him wanting you was the weird part.

It was rather hilarious to witness but also so incredibly chivalrous of him. He had your favourite flowers delivered to him every Sunday night, wishing you luck for the week ahead. He happened to be a super attentive listener, because it was you, and you actually happened to have some things in common with him. That you didn’t expect.

You were surprised to even learn he majored in music and arts and not something like business or sports medicine. He had seemed like the type, and he had mentioned he was an athlete, so naturally you had assumed.

“Alright, fuck. I didn’t ask for the entire timeline. Holy shit, lady.” Jin groans, holding up his hand to get you to stop talking. “Basically, what I'm getting out of this is that your big dumb ape for a boyfriend bully's his own friends for sport.”

You click your tongue at him, “Can you be serious for like, just a millisecond?”

“I am being serious.” Jin rolls his eyes, dragging you away from the cauldron and over to the table where your spell book is wide open. The pages are worn, slightly yellowed and the writing was in Hebrew. You had obviously tried your best to translate, because another book on the language is sprawled over the table next to it.

What? You may have been a witch, but that didn’t mean you automatically knew how to cast a spell? That was like, totally stereotypical!

Whatever.

“This is a recipe for rabbit’s foot soup.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

You whine, dragging your feet over to the black and purple chaise lounge, slumping your body into it. You want to sink into the cushions out of embarrassment. You look over at your brother who is flickering through the pages, wetting his thumb with his tongue as he swipes through them.

“Here.” He taps on the page, rummaging around the mess on your table. You perk up, bouncing up onto your feet again as you go to peak over his shoulder. Lo and behold, in big, bold, gothic letters: Empathy Spell.

You narrow your eyes, which can suddenly read the spell word for word. “Why can I understand it? I flicked through every page and didn’t see a single piece of writing that was legible!”

“I just changed the language." Jin shrugs. "It was really easy, actually."

“You can do that?” You gasp, ripping the ancient book from his hands, shoving your face between the pages. “Why didn’t you just say so!”

Jin blinks at you, watching you pace the room as you read the spell under your breath. “She can’t be serious.”

“Wow, this is even easier than the soup recipe.” You raise your brow at the pages, folding it at the corners and shutting it as you walk back over to the cauldron.

“Yeah, but–”

“Thanks Jin, don’t need your help anymore.” You shoo him off with the wave of your hand.

“Y/N–”

“Get out of my room, you pesticide.” You flick your hand toward the door that opens at your silent command.

Jin rubs at his newly throbbing temples, knowing that you were done listening to him entirely. There was no getting through to you when you got into these types of moods.

Sisters, am I right? They only needed him when it was convenient to them.

“Fine!” He grouches, stomping toward your door. “But don’t come running to me when it all falls–” When he steps outside your room you slam the door shut from where you’re standing. “–apart.”

You’re too occupied with re-making the potion you needed in order to successfully cast a spell on you boyfriend to care that he’s pouting.

“Pesticide.” He parrots you with a scoff, “If I’m a pesticide that must make you the pest.” He spits at your closed door, but not loud enough for you to hear him.

He smiles to himself in satisfaction for getting the last laugh, at least that's what he tells himself anyway, before he turns on his heel to go about his day without the thought of his reckless little sister to ruin it.

But of course, that was just not going to happen. You were his little sister; you were always doing something reckless that he knew he’d have to fix for you later.

You are the luckiest sister in the world and he'd be damned if you didn't learn your lesson in regard to that.

He’d also be lying if he didn’t say he sort of enjoyed watching the chaos unfold too, though.

What he was trying to tell you was that because the spell was under the list of broad outcomes, the effects could differ. Which meant that the results would be unexpected.

Which meant that absolutely anything could happen— whatever the universe willed of the situation.

You were too eager, too stubborn to give him just a second to listen. But you were going to see Jungkook in about two hours! You didn’t have that kind of time to waste. It was now or never. And you were doing it for the greater good!

There was only one thing about Jeon Jungkook that wasn’t absolutely perfect, and that was the way he treated Park Jimin.

The moment you get the liquid into the small tube, you basically run all the way to his dorm.

When you knock on his door, he opens it and he’s all grins and you’re all giggles and he’s kisses all over your face.

What happens next wasn’t part of the plan.

Feeding him the potion was easy. You had poured the shot of purple liquid into his Coca-Cola, there was always a can cracked open in his dorm somewhere because he was addicted to the damn stuff, and he had downed his drink the moment he had returned from the bathroom.

You just couldn’t contain the shit-eating grin on your face.

“What is it? Why are you smiling like that?” He scrunches his nose, and you bite into your bottom lip but it only makes your smile look bigger, goofier.

“Nothing my love,” You giggle, standing up from the edge of his bed, throwing your arms loosely around his neck. “I just love you like, alot.” You kiss him, and he sighs into your mouth happily.

How you ended up here, though? Well, that was a complete blur to be honest.

How you wound up as naked as the day you were born, the side of your face pushed deeply into his pillows, ass up in the air. Your face is hot, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass as he spreads your cheeks apart. You whimper with embarrassment.

There was nothing sexy about this.

“I can’t see it, babe.” He sighs, he tilts his head to find your pouting face. “I’m sorry.”

Did you mention that he was naked too? Yeah, you were having sex just a moment prior to this. It was amazing, heavenly even. Until his thrusts became slow when he realised that the condom was no longer snug on his length.

That was why you were currently forcing him to look for it, because where the fuck else would it have gone?

If you weren’t so scary when you were panicking, Jungkook would probably be laughing. It was sort of silly.

But it’s kind of scary when you’re panicking like that. It makes Jungkook panic also.

You huff, flipping yourself onto your back, pressing your thighs against your chest, your arms locking behind your knees. “Keeping looking then!” You grit through your teeth.

Jungkook tries really hard to ignore the way his soft cock was springing back to life.

What? You were his girlfriend, and the way you were contorting your body for him was wildly sexy. It’s too bad it’s not because you want him to fuck you like this.

“Just–” you whine, your heart is racing. “Maybe you could pull it out?” He’s not paying attention. “Jungkook, hello?” You snap one of your fingers in his face, his eyes zeroed in on your pussy that’s still glistening with your juices. He blinks quickly, looking up at you. You’re scowling.

He snaps back into reality.

“Uh, you want me to stick my fingers in there?” His voice comes out an octave higher than he intends it to.

“Yeah, so? You’ve done it hundreds of times before, no?”

Not like this he hasn’t, but he has definitely curled his fingers inside of you more times than he can count on both hands, and he definitely needed all ten fingers to count.

But Jungkook’s hard again and his balls feel heavy. He sucks in a deep breath before he bends into action, one of his hands on your inner thigh as he gets his face close to your vagina and sticks a finger inside you.

You shuffle slightly at the feeling, but the room remains dead quiet. This was serious business, so that meant it was time for him to get his damn mind out of the gutter.

He swallows thickly as he feels around your spongey walls, but to no avail. “I– I don’t feel anything.” If the feeling of you contracting around his finger didn’t count.

A panicked whine leaves your lips as Jungkook pulls his finger out, staring in awe at his slick-coated finger. He doesn’t pay any mind to the way you’re rushing around, picking up your discarded clothes from all corners of the room.

He doesn’t pay attention to you, still completely focused on his finger. Not until you fall back onto his bed, now fully clothed. He wipes his finger on his bare thigh, reaching for his underwear to tuck away his genitals which have unfortunately been deprived of the wonderland that was your body. Better luck next time.

“Are you okay, baby?” The bed dips beside you when he sits down again. Your hands are pressed deeply into your face. You feel like clawing your eyes out.

“Well, someone’s gonna have to get it out of me.” You toss your hands off your face, throwing them beside you in a fit of dramatics.

“Okay, let me go with you.” He shrugs.

“You don’t have to.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, blowing at a strand piece of hair that falls over your face. “I don’t wanna burden you or anything. I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Nah, I’m never too busy for you.” He leans down to kiss your cheek. “Also, if I go with you, I can soften the blow. They’ll just look at me and go, so this is the dipstick that got a condom stuck inside his girlfriend, and they’ll feel bad for you. Over and done with!” He smiles at you as if it was the most genius thing he had ever said.

You narrow your eyes at him, but you can’t find it in you to be annoyed with him. He’s your little genius.

Sitting in the waiting area, it’s Jungkook’s leg that’s bouncing uncontrollably. You have one of your legs crossed over a knee, lightly kicking as you hum casually to yourself. You had calmed down considerably since walking in, and nobody had looked at your, or Jungkook, strangely for being there. You have to put your hand on his thigh for him to stop. You rest your head on his shoulder while you wait.

“Do you want me to come in?”

“It’s fine, baby. I don’t even know if you’re allowed.”

He ends up in the room with you around ten minutes later, you’re squeezing his hand so tight he thinks you’re cutting off his blood circulation. You’re shaking as the clamp digs around inside of you, scraping at your walls uncomfortably.

“It’s okay baby, it’ll be over soon.” He whispers to you, pressing his lips to your forehead. You pant quickly as she pulls the cold contraption out of you slowly, as to not long let the condom loose from the grasp it has on the condom.

It’s barely been five minutes.

“All done!” The nurse smiles brightly at you, bidding you goodbye just as quickly as she had greeted you both into the room.

“Cool.” Jungkook grins, throwing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close to him to kiss your hair. “See? Over in a flash.”

You’re walking hand-in-hand out of the OBGYN, no longer clogged by a condom, when Jungkook tells you he needs to collect some notes from Jimin.

He had claimed that art history was the bane of his existence, and his failure to retain information he didn’t give a squat about had made it hard for him to do well. There were parts here and there that piqued his interest, but Jungkook just wanted to put his pencil to the paper. In fact, he would do just that and spend the time sketching doodles into the book he’s meant to be writing notes inside of. Jimin also happened to be in said art history class.

That’s how you ended up in the library, sitting across from Jimin, who’s jotting down notes for Jungkook. You rest your chin in your palms with your elbows propped up atop the table, watching your boyfriend swipe the glasses from Jimin’s face, squinting as he looks through the prescription lenses.

Jimin chuckles, a shy smile on his lips. “Give them back, Jungkook.”

“No can do– ah crap, that’s hella blurry.” He swipes them off his own face, passing them over to you. “Try babe.”

Jimin keeps his head down, only passing you a fleeting, unreadable, glance. You deflate at the lack of attention he gives you. He had been nice to Jungkook but very blunt with you.

Even when Jungkook pushed down on his pen to cause him to scribble over the page. He only sighs, “That wasn’t funny, Kook.” He deadpans.

Kook? You don’t even call him that. You call your boyfriend a plethora of other things: Honey, baby, babe, Koo even, but. This was a nickname exclusive to Jimin apparently. You lean back in your chair in observation.

“Here.” He shoves the notebook into Jungkook’s chest, barely able to hold eye contact with him.

“Wicked! You’re a legend, Park.” He pulls him into a side hug, pressing a playful kiss to the top of his head. He blushes. “Owe you one.” He pushes the chair back and stands up, flipping his pen out of his hands on the way out. It goes flying but Jimin’s eyes follow him, your curious one’s going unnoticed by him as you watch the way Jimin ogles your boyfriend.

Okay. You see, now. That sure makes sense.

“C’mon babe.” He rubs at your back, giving you a shameless smack to your behind that makes you yelp as the two of you leave Jimin back to his studies. You give him a once over, looking back at him to see him still watching the both of you, he drops his head the moment you catch him, scratching the back of his head.

You look up at your boyfriend with a pout. It was so clear to you now, having seen it unfold up close. Was it why he teased him so much? Did he know about it? No, surely, he would have told you all about it if he did, like he did with everything else he knew or learnt new.

He had told you all about Taehyung’s fluidity with his sexuality. He was unconventional in every sense of the world, and very unashamed about it too— it was admirable in this day and age. There was nothing wrong with loving whoever you wanted to love.

Jungkook had admitted that at first, he had felt a little uncomfortable but realised it didn’t change the fact that Taehyung was still Taehyung no matter what he decided to do in his spare time, and you were so glad he saw it that way.

You wish the rest of society would see it that way.

Taehyung would flirt shamelessly with not only you, even though he gets scolded by Jungkook for it over and over again, but literally anyone else with a pair of legs. That didn’t mean he was easy, no, not in the slightest— he was far from it, actually. It just meant he knew when someone looked good and wasn’t afraid to make that known. The only person that was exempt from his excessive flirtatiousness was Jungkook.

“Ew, that would be like…being with my brother or something.” Is what he says when you ask him about it one night, the three of you had cracked open two bottles of wine to share between you. “Besides, you’re much prettier…”

“Cool it, Taehyung.” Jungkook warns, smacking him at the back of his head. You shuffled closer to your boyfriend.

Maybe Jimin wasn’t as open about it as Taehyung was? You hardly blame him because, well, you knew as well as anyone how lucky you were to call Jungkook yours. But…it still didn’t excuse the way he just took Jungkook’s less-than-kind behaviour toward him. Still, you can understand a little clearer now as to why he did.

Or maybe you’re just overthinking this completely, maybe he was just meek and scared of a beat down. But they also seemed quite comfortable aside from the fact? They have known each other for a long time after all.

You spend the night in Jungkook’s dorm room, lost in your thoughts, his heavy arm draped over your waist. You’ve long kicked the blankets off yourself because his body was too hot against you because you don’t want to move him off you. He always whined and asked you why you didn’t love him. He was needy and overly affectionate despite his overall nonchalance towards life.

Eventually the soft sound of his breaths as he sleeps soundly beside you allows you to fall asleep.

You’re no stranger to morning wood; you had been woken up by it pretty much every morning you spent sleeping next to him. What you’re not used to is the heavy weight you feel on your crotch, a sensitive throb building up inside you. Why are you horny at the butt crack of dawn? You’re never aroused when you wake up, always swatting Jungkook away from you when he starts rutting against your ass.

But you feel him in front of you, and that was unusual because Jungkook hated being the little spoon. You groan when you attempt to sit up, sleep still riddling your sight. Your entire body hurts, your head throbs.

“Bab–“ Your mouth shuts the moment your voice leaves it. You hand reaches for your throat. Why did your voice come out so deep?

When your vision straightens out, and you look down at your boyfriend you let out the most blood curdling scream you can muster.

It sends him gasping in fear, rolling off the bed to get away from the noise. When he looks at you to complain, his eyes only widen, and he slowly lifts his finger to point at you.

“Babe?”

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

“Why am I looking at myself right now?” He taps at his throat, your throat, the same way you had earlier. He looks down at his new body. It’s your body. “Oh, what the hell?”

You feel lightheaded, you can feel tears welling up in your eyes “Koo…?” You’re sluggish when you call out for him, your vision is blurring again. “Oh god.” Your body begins to tip over.

He scrambles to the edge of the bed to catch you, but shudders at the thought of touching himself. Your head hits the pillow anyway.

Jungkook clambers into the bed next to you, unsure how to comfort you when you look like, well, him. So instead, he just waits beside you, stretching out his limbs, wriggling his toes as he comes to terms with what’s happening. Honestly, he feels as light as a feather right now, and–

His hands tap around the body he knows so well, an experimental hand feeling up his torso, and…bingo.

Your tits.

“Wild.” He huffs out an amused breath. His hands dropping after giving them a gentle squeeze.

He falls back into the mattress, his hands resting behind his head, leg crossed over the other as he relaxes into the mattress with a heavy sigh.

If there was one thing Jungkook could say that he loved about you, it was that there was never a boring day spent with you.

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p1llkiss · 5 hours ago

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you're going to ibiza for a girls holiday. gojo is NOT okay.

satoru gojo thinks heartbreak should be illegal. specifically, his heartbreak. specifically, this heartbreak- the one where his girlfriend is about to board a flight to ibiza with shoko and the rest of her friends while he stays home to rot like yesterday’s milk.

you’re attempting to cram your sunglasses into an already overstuffed carry on when he flops onto your bed behind you with the grace of a man who’s just been shot. he doesn’t just flop. he bounces twice, then rolls over dramatically until his face is buried in your blanket.

“whyyyyy are you doing this to me,” he mumbles, voice muffled in your pillow. “what did i do. name one war crime i committed to deserve this.” you flick him on the forehead. he doesn’t even flinch, just cracks one icy blue eye open to watch you wrestle with your zipper.

“stop being so dramatic,” you say, fighting a smile. “it's a weekend, satoru. three days.”

“three days is seventy two hours,” he corrects you, flinging an arm out for maximum tragedy. “do you know how many minutes that is? do you know how many times we'll need to facetime just so i can stay alive?”

at this point in your relationship, he's long past pretending not to be clingy. right now, his hair’s a mess, his shirt is half untucked from where he’s been crawling around your floor in protest, and you’d bet good money that if you tried to actually drag your suitcase out the door, he’d just cling to the handle and let himself be wheeled along like luggage extension.

outside, shoko honks the car horn. three short threatening beeps. she's been ready for twenty minutes.

“satoru!” she yells through the window. “get off her!”

he ignores her completely- too busy rolling onto his stomach so he can grab you around the hips, chin digging into your thigh like he’s anchoring you to the floor.

"you're gonna meet some european dj with a man bun then you’re gonna come back saying stuff like ‘babe, the ocean changed me.’ and then i'll have to join a monastery.” he whines dramatically.

you snort, patting his head like a sulky cat. “you'd get kicked out of a monastery in two minutes.”

he gasps, scandalized. “wow. wow. okay. disrespectful and abandoning me? i see.”

outside, shoko honks again. you glance at your phone- four unread texts from her that say i'm leaving you here if he tries to climb in my trunk.

when you finally manage to zip your bag and drag it toward the door, he scrambles after you on his knees. before you can even slip your shoes on, he’s wrapped himself entirely around your legs from behind, arms locked like a vice around your thighs, cheek smushed against your lower back.

“satoru-" you try, exasperated. you tug forward an inch. he drags with you like a six foot weighted blanket, feet sliding across the floorboards.

“try leaving now,” he says, voice muffled, clinging tighter. “try it. see what happens. i'm part of the outfit now.”

“are you done?”

“never.”

eventually, you have to bribe him off with three kisses, a promise to text him when you land, and the threat of shoko physically dragging him out of the doorway by the hair.

when you finally manage to peel him off you long enough to escape to the door, he stumbles after you in his socks, hair sticking up everywhere. he dramatically plants himself in the hallway like a guard dog who failed obedience school.

“i'm gonna spam you,” he threatens, pointing a finger at you like you’ve committed a crime. “you're gonna regret this. i'm gonna send you so many sad selfies you’ll have to turn your phone off. you did this to yourself.”

“can't wait,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss him just to shut him up.

and when you land in ibiza, your phone connects to the airport wi-fi before the wheels even finish taxiing, and immediately you’re hit with a barrage of notifications that make shoko side eye you over her sunglasses.

38 unread messages 9 missed calls 4 instagram stories tagged with your handle

you open them in order of damage control. the first story is a dramatic black and white close up of gojo’s face, half buried in your pillow, captioned, "when your reason for living leaves you for a european man bun 🕊️💔.’

the next is even worse. he’s lying on your side of his bed, dramatically clutching the shirt you forgot to pack. the caption reads, ‘i put on her perfume to remember what happiness smelled like.’

you snort so hard you nearly drop your phone on the moving walkway. shoko just flicks your arm. “i'm confiscating your phone if you laugh at him again. he's training you to enable this.”

you ignore her. the third story is the worst. gojo in full grayscale filter, standing in your apartment wearing your fuzzy pink slippers. marvins room playing in the background.

he zooms in on the slippers with the caption, ‘stepping into her role since she stepped out of my life.’

you cover your face with one hand. “he's so stupid. should i just block him?”

shoko hums, pulling her suitcase along. “no. let him suffer. it's free entertainment.”

you try to pocket your phone. a mistake. another ping. he's texted you forty more times since you opened the app.

toru: have you landed??? toru: did you get kidnapped by ibiza pirates??? toru: blink twice if u need rescue toru: i’m outside the airport toru: JK but i would be if nanami didn’t physically tackle me toru: you know what toru: i’m buying a ticket rn toru: you think i won’t? toru: you think i won’t show up in a speedo and ruin a girls trip??? toru: i would look so good in a speedo btw toru: send feet pics toru: ok jk but for real call me when u see this toru: ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა toru: that’s the face i’m making rn

you can practically see him pacing around your apartment, wearing your slippers and sniffing your hoodie like a love struck puppy with abandonment issues.

you facetime him while you wait for your bags. it rings once. once. he picks up like he’s been standing there, phone in hand, ready to pounce.

“BABY!” he's way too loud- the echo of your empty apartment behind him, your pillow in his arms like a hostage. “did you land? are you safe? are the ibiza men uglier than me?”

you roll your eyes. “yes, yes, and yes.”

he gasps. “you didn’t even look yet. you can’t know that for sure.”

“i know,” you say sweetly. “nobody’s prettier than you, toru.”

he beams like you just handed him the winning lottery ticket. “ugh. say it again.” shoko rips the phone out of your damn hand.

“satoru. shut up. she’ll text you later.” she hangs up before he can protest, then tosses your phone back at you like it’s infected.

and sure enough, by the time you’re in the hotel lobby, his stories have doubled. one's a video of him sitting at nanami's desk wearing sunglasses inside, captioned ‘the sun doesn’t shine when she’s gone.’ another is just his hand dramatically pressed against the window with ‘thinking bout her’.

when you finally text him that you miss him too, he replies in half a second.

toru: I KNEW IT toru: u love me more toru: i’m making a powerpoint about it toru: sending u slides later toru: enjoy ur trip baby 🩷🩷🩷

three days later, you come home with salt in your hair and a mild sunburn on the bridge of your nose, dragging your suitcase through arrivals while shoko threatens to abandon you at baggage claim if you don’t buy her a coffee first. you’re halfway through customs when your phone lights up again.

toru: where are you😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

you don’t even bother replying. because the moment you clear the sliding doors into the arrivals hall, you spot him instantly. there’s no not spotting him. he’s tall enough to block out the overhead sign, standing dead center with his sunglasses on.

but he’s not alone. flanking him like two deeply uncomfortable bodyguards are yuji and megumi, each gripping one corner of the same massive piece of torn cardboard scrawled in permanent marker.

‘WELCOME HOME BABY (no Ibiza DJs allowed)’

there's even a sad doodle of a little crying stick figure labeled ‘me’ with a huge speech bubble that says ‘DON’T LEAVE AGAIN.’

yuji’s beaming at every passerby like this is the highlight of his week. megumi is staring at the floor like he wants it to open up and swallow him entirely. and you? you stop in your tracks. shoko wheezes behind you, chokes on her iced coffee, and mutters, “no way. nope. he's your problem now,” before speed walking off to the taxi stand.

satoru spots you immediately. like a guard dog with perfect senses and no shame. he nearly drops the sign in his rush to get to you, barking an order over his shoulder- “hold it up straight, yuji, megumi, c’mon-" - slipping through the sea of families and luggage carts until he’s practically skidding to a stop in front of you.

“you’re here,” he breathes, like you didn’t just spend the whole weekend texting him hourly updates and proof of life selfies.

you try-try-to keep a straight face. “what's with the sign?”

yuji yells, “it was his idea!” at the same time megumi mutters, “can we go home?"

gojo pouts like you kicked a puppy. “you abandoned me. it's my legal right to embarrass you at least once.” then he throws his arms around you so hard he nearly knocks you backward over your suitcase- picks you up a few inches off the grimy airport floor like you’re a carry on bag he plans to personally smuggle home.

he's warm, expensive aftershave and the faint cling of your own shampoo from his “mourning” routine.

“i missed you so much." he says into your hair. “i was so brave while you were gone. so strong. so stoic.”

“you spammed me fifty memes about dying alone,” you mumble into his jacket.

“stoic,” he corrects, and when he sets you down, he cups your face like he needs to confirm you’re real. thumb brushing the sunburn on your nose, grin so wide it’s blinding.

“you're never leaving again,” he says, so sweet you almost don’t notice the tiny edge underneath. “next trip? i'm coming too. i'll pack my speedo.”

you flick his forehead. he pretends it hurts as you both giggle.

behind him, yuji's still dutifully holding the sign high for everyone to see and megumi's giving you a deeply apologetic look.

and as gojo drags your suitcase toward the exit for you, cardboard sign tucked proudly under yuji's arm now like a trophy, you catch a glimpse of what he scribbled on the back.

‘IBIZA MEN, IF YOU’RE READING THIS: STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND.- LOVE, HER BOYFRIEND. 6’3. LIMITLESS CURSE ENERGY.’

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader

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sinfordykes · 22 hours ago

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Me & You | Part 1

Jinx x Fem!Reader

Category: 18+

Synopsis: Jinx, the daughter of a well known kingpin and the amazing girlfriend known by you, comes across something… peculiar while thieving.

Tags/Warnings: pet names, a lot of them, soft jinx, smoking, inappropriate use of experimental drugs, strap-on referred to as cock/dick, clit referred to as cock (once), big clit jinx, oral, ass eating, ass play, degradation, praise, puppy!jinx(reader just calls jinx puppy, no pet play!), MOMMY KINK, BREEDING KINK!!!

this contains filthy smut if you cannot tell by the tags, you have been warned! do not complain in my inbox!!

WC: 7,373

Jinx hadn't planned on building what she’s now named the ‘Shimmer Strap’, she’d found the partially scribbled ‘Hex-Strap’ blueprints tucked away inside of the notes she’d snatched from Professor Viktors home in search of the next exams answer sheet. The answers themselves weren't for herself, but for you, the only person besides her sister, that she’d stick her neck out like that for.

If you let her tell it it wasn’t her fault, you were just the hottest thing to ever walk the planet. Just the thought of you makes her cunt drool.

The adorable little pout that sits on your face when you get frustrated, or the way you roll your eyes but can’t help but laugh when she dramatizes her boredom in the middle of lectures.

The way you tease her cunt and call her your good puppy when she succeeds in holding back yet another orgasm. And the way your eyes go watery when she calls you a needy bitch as she destroys your sloppy pussy. She just had to have you any time she wanted you, regardless of the situation or the location.

Most study sessions had ended with both of you higher than the clouds and taking turns tonguing each other's throats and shoving your heads between each other's thighs, desperate for a taste.

Regardless, you hadn't gotten a true chance to study for the exam, so she did you a huge favor like the amazing girlfriend she is, and got the answers for you.

She thought it’d be a great surprise, the answers of course. But this way better in her (very correct) opinion. She’d spent the entire night locked away in her room working on the thing, leg bouncing with excitement as her head rocked along to her music that played from her speakers.

Though she’d be lying if she said she didn’t stop a few times to stuff her fingers in her dirty cunt. But that’s where the best part came.

She was tinkering away at the thing a few hours ago, ideas floating through her head, each one filthier than the last. Eventually, her pussy started thinking for her, and a new idea came just after the one for the shimmer reservoirs.

She’s a squirter, she’s come to find out. A story for a different day.

Her own cum is what she’s getting at, mixed in with the Shimmer.

She’d chugged a few waters and got to work, dropping her pants and teasing her pussy until her clit pulsed. She’d grab a wide lipped beaker when she knew she was about to squirt and filled the glass with her hot cum, and she’d repeated the cycle around four times. Enough for two batches of the cum-shimmer elixir.

The idea was so genius that she couldn’t resist. Or at least that’s what the ache between her legs was telling her. Whether it was actually genius remains to be seen. Then, once you’re really nice and full, it’d feel like she actually pumped you full. Claimed you.

It was an alien looking thing. A translucent, veiny, fuchsia dildo attached to a leather harness, thicker and longer than anything she’s ever used on you before, almost the length of her forearm and thicker than so.

She can feel herself aching just imagining the way it’d stretch your cute little pussy out. They way the hairs on you juicy cunt would be soaked with her shimmery cum after she was done fucking you over, and over, and over again.

She gets lost in the scenes of you playing in her head, rocking her hips back and forth softly against the stool she’s sitting in as her bottom lip catches between her teeth. She can hear the squelch of her needy hole everytime she does it and she knows her pants are ruined, again.

She won’t change before she visits you, either. She never does. She likes to make it known what you do to her. Likes when you see how filthy her cunt is by the time she gets to have you. At times, she’ll rub her cloth covered cunt right over your nose and lips. She’ll force you to taste and smell her musk and arousal, and call you her “slutty mommy” as she does it. She’ll tell you that your pretty pussy and mouth drive her insane before grinding herself to completion on the tip of your nose before taking care of your needs.

Jinx flinches, a loud bang from an outside source, probably construction, or another science student, bringing her out of her head.

The project. Right.

Her favorite part was the Shimmer enhancement, rigged to cum when she’d wrap her hand around the base and squeeze. To fill you up like she’d fantasized about a billion times before. She could see the shimmer-cum concoction inside as it flowed through the reservoir of the toy, waiting to be released.

She wasn’t sure if the Shimmer would have any effect on you the way it’s goin’ in, it should in theory. But, y’know, she’s jinx so anything could happen.

With the last few adjustments in place, she haphazardly shoves the notes along with some pre-rolled joints into her bag, throwing on a hoodie (your hoodie) and shooting you a text telling you that she’s on her way over after she brushes her teeth and splashes her face with some water.

‘omw with a surprise!’

Your face lights up when your phone comes to life and the contact name “cookie<3’” flashes across the screen. You text back the second you see the message, excited to see your girlfriend for the first time in what feels like years, really it's only been a day and some hours, but it felt like years, and oh, Janna did you miss her, so, so, badly.

And judging by the mess in your panties, so did your cunt.

You send off your own text, telling her “I miss you too.” and to hurry, your thumbs moving at lightning speed across the keyboard of your phone.

The ride to your apartment was a quick one, a few missed stoplights and a suspiciously soft speedbump and she was parking in front of the multi-story building, with the front tire partially sitting on the curb due to her worse than bad parking skills.

She preferred staying over at your place ever since you met, a cozy little one bedroom apartment in the heart of Zaun. She’d gotten a private dorm room as part of her full ride scholarship to The Piltover Academy and transformed into a just workshop with a bed shoved in the corner for the rare occasion that she needed a nap but wasn’t at yours, but the space went unused otherwise

She opens the door to the building and the guy sitting at the front desk grumbles something that she ignores as she walks past him to the elevator. The only sound coming from her heavy boots on the floor.

It was an old thing with an iron gate to close it off, rickety enough to have her tapping her foot the whole way up. Why you were given a unit on the top floor is beyond her. What if there was a fire? Or you got hurt, what if no one could get to you in time to save you? Those thoughts have her grumbling to herself and tapping her finger against the strap on her bag as the elevator comes to a shaky stop.

She pulls the gate open, cringing at the screech of the metal as she steps out and makes her way to your door, ignoring the puddles of mystery liquid on the tiled floor.

She doesn't bother knocking, knowing that you likely haven’t locked the door, much to her own disapproval, this place is so shady -and she’s right- she realizes as she turns the knob, the door opening with little difficulty.

You’re tucked away in the kitchen when she enters, a small room just to the left of the entrance to your apartment and she can smell the sweetness in whatever you're baking in the just too small oven.

It’s dark inside so to your blackout curtains, and the rest of your apartment is lit in a soft, blue glow. The television is on in the living room, The Legend of Korra playing on the screen.

She almost whines when she sees that you’re in nothing but a pair of grey cotton panties and an old, oversized band t-shirt.

“Cookie, what have I told you about locking the door?” She whines as she approaches you from behind, not bothering to set her things down just yet. Instead she wraps her arms around your center, nuzzling her face into your neck as you turn in her arms and smile fondly at the worry in her voice. “I knew you were on your way, ‘sides- i don't think anyone’s comin’ in here.” You laugh, breath fanning over the pale woman's cheek. “You hang around so often, everyone’s too scared of your pops to try anything.”

Jinx kisses your neck one, two, three- times before —leaving a small trail of drool behind— before detaching herself and squeezing her arms around your waist, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Whatever,” she groans, but her eyes widen as she remembers what’s in her bag, momentarily too hypnotized by you and your sugar sweet scent to recall the reason she’d come over in the first place. “‘Said I have a surprise for you, didn't I?” she says suddenly, perking up, “What’re we still standing around for?!”

You laugh lightly as you’re dragged to the living area and shoved, ungracefully, onto the couch. “Okay, what is it?!” You ask excitedly.

“Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, Cookie!” She says as she drops the bag onto the coffee table and sits down next to you. She rummages through and pulls out a notebook, setting it in your lap.

You stare, confused for only a moment before realizing what she’s given you, then your eyes widen and you look at her in shock. “How the hell did you get this?!” You shout, trying your best not to smile because —of fucking course— Jinx has a salition to your problems. She always does.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!” you squeal, bouncing on your toes as you wrap your arms around her neck and squeeze affectionately. Janna, you’ve got to give this girl some amazing head.

“And that's not even the real surprise,” She purrs, pulling out a thick, long dildo from the bag, her smile widening as your eyes do. “This is.”

It looks like something straight out of a sci-fi film, practically glowing with tubes and liquid flowing through the inside. “‘An I’m gonna fuck you with it, Mommy.” Jinx whispers in your ear as she leans closer. Your eyes are still fixated on the cock in her hand, even as she inches it closer to your lips.

Your mouth waters and you stick your tongue out, ready to take it down your throat, and just before you think she’s about to push the toy past the barrier of your lips she pulls her arm away, taking the delicious thing with it. She giggles and plops the toy right on the table like that’s where it’s meant to be.

You groan, pouting as she pulls a joint from her bag instead. “You’re such a tease, Jj.” You huff, your thighs clenching together as you watch her take a long drag from the joint.

Jinx’s heart flutters at the nickname. Something you called her when you were feeling extra needy (or sleepy, or so so sad). Because yes, mommy can get needy for her puppy too.

It’s something she’ll never get over, how easy it is for you to be soft on her, how easy it is for her to be soft on you.

Even so, she notices your clenched thighs, ever the observer, and she smiles as she takes another drag. “Spread your legs, please?” She rasps. Your cunt leaks at the question, growing wetter than it was only seconds ago. “Let me see.”

She takes one hand and gently shoves your shoulder, guiding you to lay back against the arm of the worn loveseat . Once you’re fully lying back she grabs your legs and pushes them open and up. Far enough to where you can hook your arms underneath your knees.

Jinx could spend years just staring at the outline of your chubby pussy lips and the way your juicy clit peeks out from between them, even when you have panties on. Your own clit is a bit bigger than average, though still not as big as hers.

She runs a slender finger through your slit, watching your clit jump beneath the fabric of your panties and repeats the action a torturous amount of times. Watching as you grow wetter and your clit gets more defined between the wet outline in your underwear.

She presses her thumb right against your hole, stretching and pushing the fabric of your panties inside. She moves in circular motions, the shlick squelching of your slutty hole shooting straight to her core and, god, she needs you so bad.

Your head rolls back into the couch, your toes curling and uncurling as she plays with your needy hole. You’re drooling now, your hole pulsing around nothing as it leaks cream into the already darkened and drenched fabric.

She gets lost in it, leaning back into the couch cushions and taking drag after drag as she toys with you. Pinching and prodding at your poor, swollen bud, running her finger nails over the insides of your thighs just to hear your pathetic whines.

She puts the joint in your mouth, effectively shutting up your moans as she runs her hot tongue over the red marks her nails left behind. She begins sucksjng dark marks into your supple skin. So soft, she thinks to herself as she lavs her tongue over the fresh bruises.

She’s already on cloud nine, but the smell of your arousal hitting her nose is almost enough to drive her mad. She peels your panties away from your wet heat, just barely, and blows cool air right onto your exposed cunt, giggling when your achy and engorged clit twitches with need.

You inhale the smoke from the joint, the color of it making the air in the room purple and hazy. It fills your lungs, burning on the way in and soothing you on the way out. The effect is immediate, eyes swirling pink on top of their natural color as your senses are heightened. You can feel every nerve ending pulsing, a feral, animalistic wash over you. You can feel it deep in the pit of you’re stomach, the one that aches for her constantly. You can feel it in your womb.

You hold the smoke in your chest for a few seconds and whine on the exhale.

You need more. Moremoremoremoremore.

“Please… Please! I need you!” You moan whorishly after she plucks the joint from between your lips. Why did she have to tease you? Why couldn’t she just give you what you wanted?

“I know, Cookie,” she coos but doesn’t acknowledge you otherwise and instead crawls over you, her hips settling right between your legs and her lips hovering right over yours. She rests one arm on the couch right beside your head and uses her other hand, the one holding the joint, to guide your leg over her hip.

“Open your mouth.” She says, her raspy voice sending a tingling sensation down your spine, and you obey. She takes a hit, lets the plumes of smoke fall from her mouth to yours. You let it fill your lungs, once again taken over by the sensation of it running through your body. Your eyes lock with Jinx’s and you grind your hips, letting go of your other leg and grabbing her ass with both hands. It gives you more leverage to grind your pussy into the hard metal of her belt buckle.

It’s hard for her to not to lose her composure as you knead the firm globes of her ass. Every squeeze of your palms go straight to her cunt, and she aches.

But she does it, staring hazy eyed at your desperate form, watching as your tummy spasms from the labors of your horny state. A lazy smile on her face as she takes one last drag and tosses the used up joint into the ashtray on your glass coffee table.

You’re so fucking perfect, she thinks as she collects a good amount of spit in her mouth and grabs your jaw, forcing your lips to pucker outward and your eyes to widen at the sudden force. A wad of warm, sticky spit drips to your mouth, finally rolling down your tongue as she lets go of your cheeks. There’s a soft ache where her fingers were, one you love, one you crave as she pulls away.

“Don’t swallow it, slut. Stick your tongue out.” She demands, pulling herself away from you suddenly and yanks her hoodie off over her head.

You obey immediately, sticking your tongue out watching her expression change to one of intense need once you can see her face again. Her breath becomes shaky as she watches it dribble off your tongue and drip down your chin and neck.

Disappearing beneath your shirt, and right between the valley of your breasts.

“Shirt off.” She rasps desperately , eyes flashing pink just as she watches you sit up and pull off the offending fabric, tongue still hanging out because you want your puppy to have her fun.

Your tits bounce when you lie back against the couch, and she presses the tip of her prosthetic finger against her clit for barely a second. Hardly enough for any kind of relief. But it’ll do.

“Good girl, cookie.” She praises, a small smile flashing in her pale face at the simple act. She wouldn’t have batted an eye if your mouth had shut for the moments you were taking your shirt off, but it hadn’t.

You made the conscious effort to leave your wet, dripping tongue sticking out because she told you to. She can tell by the sultry look in your eye that she’s not in complete control. That you could flip this any moment you wanted, but you choose not to.

Unfortunately, the shirt had taken some of your girlfriends sweet, delicious, spit with it in the process. You both noticed, your own eyebrows furrowing in displeasure as you silently plea for more with just a look in her direction.

She hums. She’ll definitely have to fix that. Her Mommy looks so sad at the loss.

“Tongue out, sweets.” She soothes, a faux pour in her face as she hooks her hands into the crook of your knees and presses your legs back, your feet dangling by her ears as she leans her weight into you. “Puppy’s gonna fix it.”

“And remember, Mommy.” She whispers haughtily into your waiting mouth. “No swallowing.”

She begins sucking on your tongue. Slowly at first, letting you get used to the sensation of her lips wrapped around your wet, slippery muscle. Every minute or so she’ll stop, pull back, and deliver a hot, heavy glob of spit into your wet cavern and swirl her tongue around yours. She slurps on your tongue and spits some more, not caring that it’s spilling out from the corners of your mouth and down your chest.

“Such a messy bitch, Cookie.” She whispers, letting go of your legs to run her fingers through the mess of saliva soaking your chest. Your neglected cunt pulses and your hips stutter against hers.

She spreads the spit over your tits and tummy, making sure to circle your sensitive nipples with the tips of her finger.

You could cum from this alone. You have cum from just this alone. Many times. There’s just something about the messiness of being covered in her frothy spit and drool that makes it easy to nut in minutes. Seems she is not so keen on letting you cum too fast today, though. You wonder why to yourself. Usually she’s happy to let you cum as many times as you want, as quickly as you want, your puppys always eager to bring you to completion.

All the while, she’s grinding down into the wet heat between your legs, studded and spiked belts jingling as your thighs shake around her. She keeps you on the edge, slowing down and at certain times, and completely stopping if you begin to move too much.

She can’t get the image of her shimmer cock splitting you open out of her head, and she gives both your ankles sweet little kisses as she runs her spit drenched hand up your body, leading to your mouth.

“‘M gonna fuck this pretty throat with my fingers.” She mumbles to herself. You grin, nodding your, you don’t verbalize, but instead nod and stick your tongue out further, welcoming her middle and ring finger into your mouth. The blue haired woman moans, the soft, wet heat of your mouth sheltering her fingers in a way that makes her feel reckless. She doesn’t care to go slow, immediately shoving her lithe fingers down your throat.

“So warm.” She whispers as you gag around them, eyes tearing up when she begins an unrelenting pace against your throat. “ That’s right Mommy, gag on my fingers.”

Your hands grip at the couch cushions, you need something to do with your hands. Anything. It feels like you're going to explode the way she’s been ignoring your puffy clit and crying, leaking hole.

You keep your eyes locked on hers as you sneak one of your hands between your legs, fucked up makeup running down your cheeks and teary eyes pleading for mercy on your poor throat. It’s an awkward angle, a tight one, with the way she’s got you all bent up, but it’ll work. You reach between your bodies to fumble with her belt, and you’ve got both of them unbuckled in record time, same with her button and zipper.

“Huh—?” Her brows furrowing and she looks down, her movements stuttering for a moment before she smirks and continues fingering your throat messily. Drool and spit cover her hand and your torso, and you’ve never felt sexier. You’ve never looked sexier. Tits squished together, face crumpled in pleasure, and shiny with her DNA.

The type of beauty she’d go to war for.

“Oh— Fuck yeah! Go ahead, Cookie. Play with my cunt.” She sighs happily, a dumb smile spreading across her face. Your hand dips into her pants, fingers quickly finding her swollen clit easily.

Her bud is so twitchy as it unashamedly sticks out from under its fleshy hood. Past her filthy, cream covered pussy lips.

Dirty girl, you think, she definitely played with herself before she came to see you, but you don’t call her out on it.

You love when her clit gets like this. Swollen so big it looks painful, twitching and desperate. You pinch it between your knuckles, really hard, and giggle when she whines and flinches away from your hand only to settle again barely a second later.

She loves having her stupid, juicy, clit tortured. Loves when you pinch it like you just did. Loves when you bite down and pull on it with your teeth until she’s crying out in pleasure and pain. She especially loves when you tie her up, spread her legs wide, and suck it like it’s a cock, until she’s crying and gasping for air. You love sucking it until it’s so engorged it hurts, pulsing painfully with its own heartbeat from overstimulation and many, many ruined orgasms.

You flick the tip of your middle finger over her clit quickly, feeling a small squirt hit your fingers. You giggle a bit when you notice her eyes flutter shut.

“Stop it, Mommy.” She whines, breathless. “‘S not fair. You know I don’t last long when you play with her like that”

Some nerve she has after toying with your cunt. A damn hypocrite, your puppy is.

You roll your eyes as you gag on her fingers, continuing your assault on her clit. “Mommy just wants to make you feel good, Jj.” You gasp when her fingers retreat from your throat.

Something snaps in her and she pulls her fingers completely from your mouth. “Wanna make me feel good?” She questions, her voice edging on bratty, yanking off her top and standing up from the couch, your hand still shoved in her pants at an awkward angle. “Then suck my clit!” She demands, but it comes off as a needy, bitchy little whine. “Suck my clit, and I’ll fuck you real good. I promise!” She holds out her pinky.

You sit up from your disheveled state, ignoring her outstretched pinky. “You’re gonna fuck me real good regardless, Jinx.” You say huskily, throat raw from her abuse.

It’s true. She lives to serve you. It doesn’t matter if you sucked her clit or not, you were getting your pussy stuffed tonight. That’s what she came here to do in the first place.

You pinch her clit one last time before you spin her around and yank her pants down, catching her off guard. She would’ve fallen had you not caught her by the hips. “I’m gonna eat this cute little ass.” You whisper against her left cheek, giving it a few kisses before continuing. “Might even get that clit of yours toyed with if you behave.”

It’s dizzying, how fast the dynamic between you two switches. She just had your ankles up by your ears while she finger fucked your throat, and now, minutes later, you’re bending her over as you get ready to lick out her tight asshole.

She smiles, wiggling her butt in your face as you press a hand to the center of her back, guiding her to a bent over position. Her hands land softly on the coffee table, and her perfect, delicious looking ass and cunt are on full display. A full course meal right in front of you.

The long, thick, hairs of her cunt are blue, the same shade as her shoulder length hair, and they’re covered in her creamy, sticky juices. Her musky scent is strong and it draws you in, your tongue swiping through her labia, and the unexpected sensation makes another small amount of juices squirt out of her cunt.

“Such an easy pussy, squirting over some light licking.” You giggle against her lips. Her head falls between her shoulders, hanging low as she agrees.

“Yeah, Cookie.” She pants, shivering when you run the tip of your nose through her folds. “So easy for you.”

You scoop up what remains from the spit and drool covering your body into your hand and aim it over her holes. It dribbles down the slit of her ass and drips all the way down to her overly swollen clit. “Want me to jerk you off while I eat your ass, baby?” You ask sincerely.

The first time you jerked her clit off it was so good she cried.

It was the first hookup you’d had with her after becoming official. You two were cuddled up on your bed one moment and the next you were lying between her spread legs, two of your fingers wrapped around her clit as you tugged it in a way she’s never been able to replicate.

“Yesyesyes,” she mewls loudly. “Please. My pussy hurts so bad, I need to cum.”

“Hold your ass open for me, Jj.” You hum, and she complies, her hands coming up to spread her asscheeks open, keeping her cute, fluttering hole exposed. This knocks her off slightly off balance and she stumbles face first into the coffee table, cheek and tits squished into the glass.

“Mama’s got you, puppy.” You coo sweetly, wrapping the tips of your thumb and forefinger around her clit and began to tug.

“Gonna stroke and suck this stupid little clit ‘til you cum on my face.” You sigh happily as you take the first lick of her asshole. And the second. And the third. “You’re so sweet, Puppy.” You announce, panting like a dog as your flattened tongue swipes up and down rapidly.

Her clit pulses between your fingers as you jerk her off at a painfully fast pace. Every few minutes her hole oozes out more cream that you happily scoop up with your tongue and swallow. You slurp at her spit and cream covered hole, then run your tongue slowly over the puckered flesh before inserting just the tip of your tongue, earning sharp cries of pleasure from the blue haired girl. You tongue the tight ring of muscle, wiggling it around and spitting inside when she uses her hands to stretch herself even wider.

It takes a few tries, but when you finally fully insert your tongue in her ass and you begin thrusting your head, fucking her sloppy, creamy, spit drenched hole.

“A-ahh. Fuck!— fuckfuckfuck.” She yelps as her knees quiver. “Your tongue is fucking amazing —Ugh” She grits though her teeth, hissing when you squeeze her clit particularly hard.

“Gonna cum, Mommy!” She wails, cunt clenching around nothing. “Please let me cum, I was so good!”

You pull out your tongue and drop to your knees behind her. A light, airy moan slips past your lips when you spread her hairy pussy wide with just your thumbs. You dive in, wrapping your lips around her erect clit, sucking her into your mouth as hard as you can and begin bobbing your head.

She preens at this, drooling and whining as her back arches and her small tits press into the cold glass of the table.

She’d be humiliated if anyone knew what a whore she becomes once she has a pair of pretty lips wrapped around her clit.

The lewd shlurpsuckshlurp sounds fill the room as you abuse her poor clit with your mouth and only takes a few minutes of this torture before she’s screaming and squirting all over your face and tits White hot pleasure courses through the petite woman, the space between her legs buzzing with satisfaction as your lips still suction harshly up around her bud.

Her legs shake as when you swirl your tongue around it in fast circles and tears spring to her eyes, the overstimulation setting in. You suck again, one last time before letting go and flicking the wet nub with the tip of your tongue.

A string of saliva connects your tongue to her as you pull away, her pert ass jiggling as her hips twitch. You’re entranced by the way her beating clit goes soft right in front of your eyes, retreating underneath its fleshy hood.

Your head perks up when you hear a ding from the kitchen, and you smell the sweet aroma of fresh baked brownies coming from the oven.

“We needed a break anyway.” You whisper against her cunt. Jinx whines. She hadn’t even got the chance to make you cum yet! “And you need some water.” You say softly, smiling as the sheer amount of liquid you’re both covered in.

You nor the blue haired mance are high any longer, bodies slowly sobering up as you fucked nasty on your second hand couch.

Helping her up from her bent over position on your coffee table to standing upright, you assist her in taking off her pants and shoes. You’re both naked, save for the one sock jinx still has on and your soaked panties, as you make your way to the kitchen.

You and Jinx both look soft as you feed her pieces of a warm, fudgey chocolate brownie and she wipes her cum and spit off of your face with a steaming hot washcloth. The afterglow doesn’t last long, though, as Jinx’s insatiable need for more takes over “Y’know, sweets,” Jinx starts off, her finger teasing just above the waistline of your ruined panties. “You never got to cum.” She says, dipping her finger so just, her fingers playing in the hair on your mound.

“Mhm.” You hum, knowingly. You hadn’t. But only because the brownies were going to burn! And kind of because she wanted to be a tease and prod at your unexposed hole instead of fuck you like you’d wanted. Annnd you got slightly distracted. The need to pleasure her, to see the chaotic whirlwind of a woman become meek and red in the face while having her pretty hole and clit played with, is a need you must satisfy.

But you know how important making you cum is to the tattooed brainiac. There’s no way you’re coming out of this with less than four orgasms. If there’s one thing she’s going to accomplish in a day, it’s making you nut so hard you see stars.

You feed her the last piece of her brownie and walk over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for the freckle cheeked woman to sip on.

The second Jinx’s brain was back to fully functioning; she was on you again.

She watches your ass jiggles as you make your way over to the fridge and the sight goes straight to her clit. She can already feel her body getting ready for a second round, her clit pumping full of blood as you bend at the waist.

The urge to hump you like a dumb, desperate puppy takes over and in seconds she’s standing behind you. “Need to be inside you,” she whines, working her fingers over her own clit. “Need your warm pussy wrapped around my clit, baby.”

Before you can object she peels your filthy panties off your body and lets them drop to the floor around your ankles.

“Jinx?! Oh my—” your breath catches and you have to brace yourself when one of her hands grips your hip tightly, one of your own hands on a cold, rickety shelf and the other gripping the door.

She stands on her tippy toes to get that perfect angle. You’re both left speechless as she dips into your waiting hole. She fucks the two and a half inches of her fully erect and slippery clit inside. Cursing as her bud is instantly covered in your thick cream before pressing her hips flush to yours, effectively burying herself against you.

The tip of her clit barely brushes your g-spot, but it’s just enough to make you gush.

You hold back your impending orgasm, deciding she needs a bit of humbling. She always gets so cocky about how she’s able to make you cum with no effort at all. “That’s it, puppy. Make me take it.” You praise and beg her still, filling her head with sweet words while she moans like she’s the one being fucked.

“Please,” She whimpers, barely loud enough for you to hear as her head tilts back and she picks up the pace. “Take it, take it, take it.”

“R-Right there, Baby!” You whimper loudly, gulping when she begins pounding even harder, “Ngghh— please. Squirt in my pussy, baby.” Her hips begin to stutter, her clit beating wildly inside you.

You gasp when she slaps your ass, hard. “Need you to fill me up. Claim me.”

She can’t control it, your dirty words getting the better of her. Her clit beats faster and harder as she unexpectedly rolls towards her second orgasm. Jinx’s cries are loud as her hot cum squirts out, a never ending stream of her nut spraying over your pussy.

She’s panting heavily as she falls forward, her front pressing into your back as she humps softly against you. “Mommy,” She whines against your shoulder, crying “You were ‘posed to cum too!”

“Aww.” You exaggerate a pout, feigning sympathetically. “You know that dumb little clit’s only good for getting played with.” You whisper, mocking her before attacking her lips again, swallowing her pathetic whimpers and cries as she continues to grind against your ass.

You stand, turning your head to catch her lips over your shoulder in a wet, sloppy kiss. Your tongues dance together as you swap spit. “So mean, Mommy.” She murmurs against your lips, bringing one hand to your front to spread your pussy and expose your throbbing clitoris.

You gasp against her mouth when the cold metal of her prosthetic finger rubs your clit in harsh, circular motions. She doesn’t give you a choice as she brings you to orgasm, swirling her fingers over your twitching bud until you actually cum like she wanted you to the first time.

Eventually she detaches herself from you and lets you finish grabbing the waters you were looking for to begin with.

“Drink.” You order, opening her water and guiding it toward her lips. You both let out a satisfied sigh as she gulps it down slowly. She finishes her water slowly, drinking down the clear cool liquid as you hold her quivering body up by her waist.

—

An hour later she’s sitting on the couch with you kneeling between her thighs, both high as hell with her new strap sliding down your throat as you get it ready for your pussy. You’re sucking fast, the rapid, wet gluckgluckgluck sounds coming from your throat send tingles up Jinx’s spine as you’re now, bright purplish-pink eyes bore into her own.

Her hand occasionally presses down on the back of your head, holding you there until you’re slapping her thighs and begging for air.

You finally pull off completely. Frothy strings of spit still connect your lips and the strap as you stand to climb on top of her. You put your hands on her shoulders and plant your feet on either side of her thighs.

“Careful, she’s big.” Jinx warns, watching with unbridled lust in her eyes as you reach one hand down and between your legs to line it up with your pussy, swirling the tip around your clit before guiding the strap into your sloppy hole before gripping her shoulder again.

You only make it halfway down before you have to take a pause. The stretch is harsh, the mushroom head tip is swallowed by your wet sex and you stay there as you prepare to be the fullest you’ve ever been. You begin to move slowly, sinking on her cock with a wet squelch, just deep enough until it’s too much, and then pulling back off.

That's how you continue for the next several minutes. Bouncing halfway on her cock until you’re fully capable of taking her all the way in.

Eventually you’re both messes, your arms wrapped around her shoulders now. You’re kissing and crying in pleasure as your ass makes harsh contact with her hips. She’s fully sheathed inside you, whimpering as the force of your hips makes the base of the strap pound right against her clit.

It feels like she’s being edged. And you know exactly what you’re doing, every time you slow down or swirl your hips in a way that draws attention away from her clit and something in her snaps.

Her eyes flash brightly as she flips you onto your back. Your tummy does a little flip and you yelp, giggling when she buries her face in your neck. Your eyes flutter shut and your fingers find purchase in the short hairs at the base of her neck when she grinds down into you. Desperate for even a small amount of friction on her poor, achy clit.

“Fuckin’ hell, puppy,” You groan softly, whimpering out a quiet, “you’re so big.”

The feeling of her thick, veiny strap rubbing against your sensitive, gummy walls has you dancing just on the edge of euphoria. Her shimmer-cum mixture is leaking from the strap with how hard you’re squeezing around her and it’s hard to tell how long you’ll last like this.

Your beautiful blue haired girlfriend on top of you, kissing your neck and burying herself inside of your sopping wet heat like it’s the only place she ever wants to be. Bringing both of you to orgasm like it’s her job. It’s hard not to become emotional, as silly as it sounds. But the love you and Jinx have for one another is a one in a lifetime experience, she was your fucking soulmate.

“Fuck, love you so much baby.” Jinx moans against your neck, as if sensing your emotional state. Because of-fucking-course she did. She was yours and you were hers. “Wish I could keep you here forever.”

Your legs are sweet squeezed around her waist, trembling as her thrusts become deeper, harder, as she rolls violently towards her release. The base of rubbing deliciously against her clit.

“Love you too, Jj. ” you whimper as you pussy squirts a little and fuck, you’re gonna have to clean the couch cushions again. “So fucking much.”

“Keep going, just like that.”

“Please don’t stop.”

You’re panting, so close you can damn near taste it. She’s so deep you can feel her in your throat.

“Wish you could get me pregnant an- oh fuuuckk” You’ve gone delirious at this point, full on horny rambling as your girlfriend claims your cunt. “ n’ fuck me full like I need you to.”

That’s what gets her, her need to claim you like she wants to, the thought of fucking a baby into you has her biting the junction between your shoulder and neck as muffling her loud cries and cums. She hurriedly reaches one hand between your bodies and squeezes the base of the strap, shimmer and cum fill your pussy full, leaking out around her strap and dripping down the crevice of your ass and making a mess of the couch beneath you.

Your own orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave as she paints your walls sticky with her cum and shimmer. The sudden surge of unexpected shimmer in your system and your own orgasm reeling through your body make her sharp teeth breaking your skin ten times more intense. Your back arches off the couch as you scratch hers, causing the pale woman to shiver as she calms down from her own nut.

Red lines that she’ll admire later are left in the wake of your pleasure. She’ll probably take pictures of them to look at when she’s alone and needy.

Jinx pulls out with a wet squelch, sitting back on her haunches and taking note of the almost feral look in your eyes as she grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes your legs out and up toward your chest, watching her sparkling cum drip from your sloppy, used hole.

“Puppy. Need more” You pant, sitting up on your elbows, clit still pulsing as your gaping hole clenches around nothing. “Just one more. Please”

Without question she quickly stuffs the strap back inside, whimpering when the base catches her sensitive clit. She watches your tits jiggle as she fucks into you hard and fast. You’re panting, writhing on your back as you quickly approach your third orgasm of the day.

It’s not that much later that you’re showered and rubbing antibacterial cream onto the deep scratches on her back. Dinner’s cooking on the stove and she’s got her arms warped around your middle where she sits, her head tucked into your tummy and her hands tucked underneath your shirt as she rubs gentle circles on your lower back.

It’s warm. It’s home for her. Stable, as many wouldn’t believe.

But those pale don’t know you, and they don’t know Jinx. Your Jinx. The Jinx who drops what sides doing the second you even hint that you’re not feeling well.

The Jinx who buries herself in blankets with you during cold winter nights, scared that she’ll come home and you’ll be “frozen into a literal popsicle” (her words). Who snores loud as fuck and loves animals, and not just the fluffy ones.

Who stole a professor's goddamn notebook just so studying for your finals would be easier.

An action that there would surely be consequences for.

But she doesn’t care. Not if it means making you happy.

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