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I'm on a time-tracking rewatch. 2x03 was 11 weeks before opening, and 2x05 was 6 weeks before opening. You're telling me he didn't tell Sydney for a whole month that he was hanging out with a friend who's a girl? It's not like he was keeping it a secret from everyone because Natalie knew early on he was spending time with Claire.
Whether platonic or a business partnership, if Syd and Carmy were building a friendship, it's strange that he didn't tell Sydney at all.
Was Carmy ever going to tell Sydney about Claire?
#sydcarmy#like syd and carmy arent technically exclusive yet so they havent had the talk of âare you seeing other people?â#the bear 2x05 pop#he looks like was caught red handed#why is it moderately healthy?#strange currencies indeed#and he knew early on he was supposed to focus on sydney#truth? carmy knew early on his relationship with sydney if it happens will become something serious.#truth? carmy wasnt banking on hang outs with claire become more than hookups?#he wasnt even going to tell sydney he had a friend thata a girl...#sick.#Its like two people who met and started dating and its brand new and clearly the sparks are there but one party hasn't told the other perso#yet that they're still sorta seeing other people. And technically they don't have to tell because they haven't made it offical yet.#is this why storer said it wasnt a hook up with carmy and sydney?
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so many thoughts about this interaction (husband-coded) but my main one is the way charles looks at max when he thinks max isn't watching him đ
#like the lick of his lips??!#practically checking him out before he realises that max isn't just looking at his phone#got caught red handed right there!#also just everything about this convo screams husband vibes idc. the casual ''just press the red button'' as if they've had this talk before#dutch dp 2023#formula 1#lestappen#f1#charles leclerc#max verstappen#lando norris#lando being like their smol son đ„ș
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Paul Simon photo I badly cropped
#paul simon#paul#simon#hell yeah paul simon#caught red handed#why does he look like a woman#leaving the crime scene
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Sl*t Me Out!
Synopsis. Sometimes, itâs so good that you canât help but run away from it. Sometimes, he just canât stop.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, really needy boys, creampĂe, exhĂbitionism (Nanamiâs), brĂ©eding, rough sĂ©x, cĂșmplay, pĂșssyslappĂng (Getoâs), breaking the bed, true form Sukuna, dp, o denĂal (Chosoâs), overstĂm, finger suckĂng, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.8k
A/N. *Smooches your forehead* Have a good day.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Break (you)
âYouâre hah- lucky I caught you in bed, doll.â Toji pants into your open mouth. Lazily pulling aside your sopping wet pajama pants to greedily eye the mess of slick. The way your puffy folds were bulging and struggling to take him, âYouâve got no idea.â
Youâre gasping as he reels back to spit, once. Twice. The steady stream of saliva hitting your sloppy hole straight on, feeling anything but lucky with how mean his fat tip was hitting your cervix. Over and over. âL-lucky?â
And oh, Toji could feel your gummy walls clenching around him like nothing before, that flimsy little outfit of yours sure to have him snapping sooner rather than later.Â
âMhmmâŠâ he hums, nosing at your neck. Finger curling tightly around your shorts - as if to tear. To break. âSooo fuckinâ-â The sharp rip of fabric echoing in your hazy brain, just in time with the loud slam! of Tojiâs hand down on the creaking headboard. â-lucky.â
Crack!
âShit.â
And then youâre pressed against the cool wall before you can even register whatâs happening. Shivers running down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was still buried in your dripping cunt.Â
Ruthless. Fucking you so filthy. Big hands cupping your ass, holding you up so high where he was standing, your ankles locked around his toned waist as if on instinct. And your pants oh, tattered and drenched - thrown all the way somewhere near the broken bed.Â
âToji!â you squeal, blinking away the big fat tears in your eyes to look over his broad shoulders. Easy, with the way he was shoving you further and further up the wall with each harsh thrust. âThe- the bed. You broke it.â
âWhat about it?â He lifts his head up to meet your glassy eyes, hips still relentless, âMâjusâ fucking you right, doll.â
Whining, âYouâre so-â
And before you can give him a piece of your mind, heâs loosening his grip on your ass. Letting gravity slide you deeper and deeper down his rock-hard cock. Inch by fucking inch. All the way until your swollen folds were hitting his heavy balls.Â
Keening at the sheer stretch, the addictive feeling of the curve of his dick massaging all the right spots. Like he was pushing into your stomach, your lungs, everywhere in a way that had you keening. Hips stuttering and pushing so bruisingly back, back, back-
âOh? Whatâs this?â Itâs that dangerous little tone of Tojiâs voice that has you suddenly registering your nails clawing down his pecs, leaving angry red marks. Your feet flat against the wall like you were trying so pathetically to escape. And one look in Tojiâs eyes told you that was the last thing youâd be doing. âFunny. Real funny, doll.âÂ
Ah, but amused was the last thing he sounded.Â
That tiny scar at the corner of his mouth curling at your breathless pleas as he steps away from the wall. Leaving you completely at his mercy.Â
âD-dressing like that and-â he chuckles, holding you up so easily like youâre weightless. The muscles in his arms rippling, abs burning as he bounces you so sluttily on his cock. â-acting like you can ngh- run away. Hahah, better keep this pretty cunt still, doll.â Sure to leave lewd marks all over you, his twitching balls on your cunt, fingers on your ass. âCause if I said mâgonna fuck you right- hah- mâgonna fuck you right.â
âPlease- Tojiââ you squeal, like a broken record. Your legs dangling in the air, cunt sucking him all in so sloppily. âPlease please please please-âÂ
âHow cute. Yeah, beg fâme more.â
Not even bothering to think about running away now - you know you couldnât. Instead clutching at his soft hair - his shoulders - his biceps - anything and everything to try and keep some semblance of sanity. â-please- Ngh- Please let me cum.â
And then Tojiâs biting down on your beck with a strangled groan. Hard. Right above your racing pulse, like he wanted to draw blood. Or worse. Tightening, losing every scrap of sanity each time your gummy walls milked him so-
âForget the bed.â he manages to grit out, ragged. Each word punctuated by such a heavy, mean thrust. âCause youâre gonna fuck- feel real unlucky next to it.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - âDonât hang up.â
It was the first thing that came out of your husbandâs mouth.
As soon as he walked downstairs to you wandering the kitchen in the dead of the night, on the phone with your absolute asshat of a boss calling you to talk about your upcoming project. For the third night in a row. For what reason - you didnât know. And Nanami didnât care.
Because not too long later, you find yourself bent over the counter. Your bossâs droning rambles in one ear, Nanami breathing hotly against the other. Flimsy shorts pulled just enough to the side so that Nanamiâs stuffing your snug cunt so sinfully full.Â
Bunching up your - his - oversized button-up to fuck back your sloppy his bruisingly to meet his. Pulling you like some slut onto his swollen cock.Â
âDonât hang up, my love.â heâs running a long index down your arched spine. Already knowing the way youâd shiver loud enough that that bastard on the other end of the line would hear, âDonât you fuckinâ dare.â
You flinch - both from the way he was spitting out profanities into your ear like sweet nothings, and from the way he bends his knees. Angling your hips to stretch out all the right spots, weeping tip alternating between bullying your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix, your-
âHellooooo, did you hear what I said about that clientâs request?â
Ah, right.Â
âY-yeah- totally-â youâre gasping, jaw sagging open as Nanamiâs hips become more rigorous. Having you such a mess with the way he was getting bigger - stretching your gummy walls more sinfully - with each thrust. âT-tell them weâll um- carry it out-â
And oh how it ticked Nanami off to see his poor girl working overtime, no matter the fact that he was the one that told you to stay on call. That furrow between his brows growing with each passing second.
âMhm, the documents will be-â The sentence dies in your throat as Nanami reaches down to play with your ravaged clit, drawing messy, frenzied little patterns- no-
Your eyes widen, the phone almost slipping out of your hand - and it does, only later do you realize that Nanami is the gentleman that slips it into his hand. Holding up your phone for you while he fucks you on the other line like an animal.
Because shit Nanami Kento wasnât just drawing any old pattern on your pretty clit. He was drawing a quick, methodical K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-
âShit- fuck fuck fuck-â he grunt, low and gravelly. âSqueezinâ around me so tight. So good.â Hips stuttering at the pure heaven he was feeling, âDoes my girl like this? Like being listened to?â Harder on your clit, âYa love it, huh?â
âK-KenâŠâ
âAre you okay, you soundâŠsick.â your bossâs voice is grating against your ears.
âY-yes Iâm-â Itâs too much. Nanamiâs pelvis hitting your ass, spearing you so rough against his cock. So sloppily fucking away whateverâs left of his sanity - fingers just as erratic. âFine.â You could just scream, but instead, you settle for hiking a knee up on the counter, pulling away, trying desperately to ease the relentless abuse of his hips. âTotally fine.â
And for all your years being loved by Nanami, youâd never have expected his strained, âHah, you sure about that?â Only briefly stopping his little K-E-N-T-O-K- to loop a strong arm underneath your knee - baring your glistening pussy for him to admire from behind. âBecause it looks like youâre running away. Nâ I wonât be happy if youâre trying to escape your dear husband, my love.â
âN-noâŠâ
âIs someone else there? Who are you talking to?â
Caging you. Perhaps even punishing you for taking so long on this call. And youâre not even standing at this point, being held up so easily by him. So easy for him to crane his neck over and greedily prey at the way your pretty pussy was swallowing him up. In and out in and out in and-Â
âAnswer him, darling.â Nanami murmurs for you, hips slowing down just enough that the slapping of his toned pelvis wouldnât be completely heard. âBe a good lilâ wife nâ answer fâme.â
âJusâ aâŠdog-â You glare at his deep, baritone huff of laughter. Face heated where he was pressing your phone screen against you, âA needy one.â
âAh, well. I know how dogs are.â God, how you wish this could end soon - would do anything for it to end soon. âSo I trust that youâll be there sharp for the meeting with the client tomorrow?â
âY-yeah Iâll-â your eyes are screwing shut. Throwing yourself fully and utterly helplessly to the harsh tempo of Nanamiâs cock. Like he was claiming you from the inside out - all the way from your quivering cunt to your hazy response, â-come.â
And thank fuck it was Nanami holding up the phone, because itâs all you can do to not fucking throw it across the kitchen as you cum. So hard and violent, almost. âShit- Ken- mâcumming- oh- oh my god.â
Breaking up whatever composure youâd built up for so long as you milk his cock dry, clenching so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck up into you. Nothing but Nanami on your mind now - just Nanami. As expected.
âHello? Are you still there??â
âSorry, but my wife wonât be working overtime. For you, at least.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Noise complaint
Geto knew that no one else was home at this time - just you and him, splayed out on your queen-sized bed. He knew that maybe he should tell you this as he splits you apart on his massive cock, eyeing the way youâre grappling at your kiss-bitten lips, trying so desperately to not let your slutty moans through.Â
But why would he?
âS-Sugu-â you manage to whisper, barely even audible over the obscene sounds of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. The squelches so sloppy. So loud. Mattress creaking at the sheer force, âTheyâll- ngh- hear..â
âWhat was that?â Geto leers down at you, lazily thumbing opening your swollen folds further, bulging and clenching around his cock. âCanât hear you over this talkative pussy, doll. You gotta ha- speak up.â
And itâs all you can do to crack open the trembling wall of your fingers, blinking away the tears in your eyes to look up at your boyfriend pleadingly.Â
âWe canât mm- fuck- w-wake the girls up.â So utterly difficult to get the sentence out when it seemed like he was fully fucking it out of your brain. Angry tip kissing all your sweet spots, hitting you after every word falling from your lips, âHafta- ngh- be quiet.â
And fuck - the look in his eyes. Long, inky hair falling over his broad shoulders, curtaining such a dark glint in his greedy gaze.
Flitting between your desperate, fucked-out expression and down, down, down at the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him so good. Letting him disappear so easily into your heavenly cunt - so mean, that Geto doesnât want to slow down. Not even a little bit.
âWellâŠâ he purrs, ringed fingers cool on your throbbing clit. Coating them in your sweet sweet juices before moving to your stomach, your sensitive nipples - all the way up to your glossy, swollen lips, âLet me help you then, gorgeous.â
But something in that deep tone told you he wanted to do anything but.Â
Not wasting a second more before shoving two fingers inside, pressing right at the back of your hot tongue in a way that has your gagging, tears stinging your eyes. A loud moan stuck in your throat and-
Smack!
It was sharp - fleeting, even - but your entire body is jolting at the feeling of Getoâs thick fingerpads smacking your poor cunt. Right above your ravaged clit.Â
âNgh- S-Sugu!âÂ
âS-Sugu!â he mocks your moans, voice higher than usual. âThought you wanted hngh- to be quiet, gorgeous?â he grins, chuckling softly at the way youâre half-lucidly pushing at his rippling biceps - nails leaving neat little marks as youâre torn between pushing him away and wanting more more more- âHow are you gonna do that if youâre like this, huh?.â
You keen as Geto chokes you on his fingers deeper, having you slobbering and drooling all over his rings, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. Mixing with the tears rolling down your cheek, âPl-ease- mmpf- Sugu.âÂ
And God, he almost cracks right then and there at the way youâre squeezing his swollen cock so hard it was like you wanted to never let him go. Feeling him getting bigger inside you, hot tip pressing deeper into your plushy g-spot.Â
âTry not to scream, then.â
One arm drags you straight across the soaked sheets, bunching up at your hips as he pulls you impossibly deeper onto his aching cock. âAnd donât you dare think of running.â
Caging you as his hips become so brutal on yours, heavy balls smacking you in time with the stars in your eyes - the muffled moans falling from your mouth despite all that. Sloppy. Merciless.Â
âFuck! Mâmpf so- closeââ your eyes dart to the closed door, hoping - praying - that no one would walk in right now. Because if your daughters-
Smack!
âAll eyes on me, gorgeous.â Distantly, you wonder whether Getoâs fingers would leave marks on your clit for tomorrow. âSuch filthy filthy moans from a sweet mouth, huh?â he grunts, chest heaving with the force of his thrusts. âRight?â Pressing down on your tongue to have you nodding deliriously at him, âHeh, cute. Even cuter when you hah- try to hide your moans like-â Running quick, harsh circles on your clit. Faster. Harder. â-this.â
You donât even realize it when youâre cumming - just that your bodyâs arching off the bed, like it was trying so hard to be one with Getoâs.Â
Vision spotty, blood roaring in your ears, a sharp shout of âFuck! Sugu mâcumming-â leaving you with reckless abandon.
And you couldnât even care at this point - didnât have the capacity to as Geto fucks you through your high, hips relentless. Playing with your pretty clit. Swirling lewd little circles at the same time as his fingers in your mouth.
âI uh- forgot by the way.â You hear him murmur through your orgasmic haze, not a shred of apology in his words. âThe girls are at a sleepover.â Hips just smacking into yours, soft lips kissing the corner of your mouth - even when it drops in disbelief. âSo we have alllll night to try nâ get another noise complaint from the neighbors.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - The tease
âOh, shit-â Choso throws his head back, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. âJusâ a little long- longer. Fuck, jusâ a bit more.â
And if Choso was wrecked, then it was nothing compared how fucking dumb you were being fucked. Hips all stuttering and drooling sloppily on the mattress, barely able to let out anything but incoherent little babbles of, âNgh- please- too much.â by the third time heâs denying you your orgasm.
âJusâ some more- fuck- baby, a bit longer.â
You cry as his pace only gets more merciless, having your snug cunt suck him up all the way till you were kissing that creamy ring around his base. âWannaâŠ.â
âWhatâs what?â heâs leaning in closer, a mocking smirk playing on those kiss-bitten lips. And itâs not like Choso was expecting you to form a coherent sentence at this point - not with the way he was only bullying his cock into your gummy walls harder. More purposeful.Â
âNgh- pleaseââ youâre dragging out your moans, words slurring as evidence of how long this has been going on. âWanna cum.â
So, honestly, to him the fact that you could still speak was like a personal insult.
But absolutely nothing compared to the way your hand was dipping down to your poor, forgotten clit. Because you wanted - needed - so badly to cum. To finally have your soft fingertips barely just kissing at the swollen, sensitive nub - before Chosoâs smacking your hand away.
âFuck- What do you oh- fuck should be illegal for you to squeeze me that way- what do you think youâre doing, baby?â
And the only response he gets is a broken sob, big fat tears rolling down your pouty cheeks. As if on auto-pilot, youâre scrambling onto your elbows, arms straining to push. To escape. To finally make yourself cum because Choso was being so mean-Â
âHah? No no no no-â he tilts his head, teeth baring in a mean smile. Easily moving your limp arms like a ragdoll to pin them above your head. Lacing his fingers with yours as you let out little cries begging to cum - ones you probably donât even realize are leaving you. âW-where do youâre ngh- taking this pretty pussy?â
âOh- Wanna cum. So badly.â you bat your lashes up at him,Â
âBut if we hngh- cum, thisâll end.â his voice, almost a whine. âWanna feel you- feel this tight pussy forever. Please? Jusâ some more?â
âPlease, Choââ
â...â
âCh-Cho?â
Oh, you were an evil, evil little minx. That nickname has his weeping, fat head kissing your cervix, your g-spot - everywhere faster. Harder. Stretching you out like such a slut on his painfully hard cock.
âAww, my poor baby.â Choso loops two strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer - locking you in place. Cooing, âMy poor, poor baby. Using that nickname.â Kissing at your teary cheeks, stumbling and messy. Just a dragged-out touch of his pretty lips, runny eyeliner smudging against your skin. âThat desperate, huh? You wanâ cum that hah- fucking bad, huh?â
Itâs all you can do to give a stupid little nod. Jolting as his hot tongue licks a long, languid stripe at the corner of your mouth. The salty, sinful taste of your tears sending Chosoâs eyes rolling to the back of his head, and him straight to heaven.
Gritting out a strangled, âFine.â
And if you thought Choso was mean before then you werenât ready for the way his speed picks up, hips hitting yours so bruisingly. Running only on you, the way your gummy walls were desperately trying to suck him back up with each thrust, and you-
âOh- oh my god, Cho-â you jolt as he snakes down one hand to toy with your throbbing clit. Weeping and glossing all over him as Choso rolls it between two fingers. âShit shit shit- mâso close.â
âYeah?â his voice breaks a little at the end, as unsteady and sloppy as his cock now. Stretching out your plushy walls, âGonna cum? This fuck- oh, baby. This pretty pussy is gonna cum fâme?â
And you canât even think to answer his question - because you are. Cumming again and again all over Chosoâs massive, unforgiving cock.Â
 âShit- oh, baby yeah. Look how much this pretty pussy is cumming.â Thighs shaking, fucking your hips up in shallow, lewd little grinds to meet the sloppy staccato of his - in time with the urgent ramblings falling from his lips, âThis fâme? All fâme?â
That tone of his voice surprised - disbelieving, even like he couldnât rip his eyes off from the way you were clenching around him in sensitivity.Â
Only when your climax bates, your eyes snap open. Finally registering the way his hand jerks away from your clit, hips so out of control. Getting faster - showing absolutely no sign of stopping. âCho- what-â
âShhh shhhh- baby. I ngh- said Iâd make you cum. Not that Iâd hah- stop, right?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Double trouble
To Ryomen Sukuna, it was simple - if his cute lilâ slut can take one, then you can take both. Or, well, heâll just have to make it fit.
âPlease please please-â you gasp, big fat tears streaming down your face, thighs twitching over where you were all splayed out so prettily on Sukunaâs large lap. â-sâtoo much. Too big.â
You could feel him grinning into the crook of your neck, sharp canines biting right over where your rapid pulse was.Â
His hot breath ghosting your ear, âToo big?â Eyes flitting down to your poor cunt, all gaping and drooling sloppily over his fat, angry head, âThen how come you take it all the time, brat?â
You let out a frustrated whine, âB-because thatâs one and this is-â Gulping at the two massive cocks kissing your puffy folds, both so intimidatingly long and angry. Thick enough that you knew you wouldnât be able to walk for weeks. â...twoâ
âSo?â
Both of you watch in wonder as he holds you up slightly in midair by just the arms, slowly easing you down, down, down onto his cock. Like you were some ragdoll. And if you were in any better state of mind, youâd marvel at how languidly Sukuna was fucking up into you.Â
Letting your sweet sweet juices coat his rock-hard cocks, inching inside your sloppy hole deeper. And deeper. Getting you used to the dizzying stretch, the thump! thump! thump! of his prominent veins inside your tight pussy. Molding your gummy walls around one. Then the other. Then both at once.
And shit.Â
Shit, you didnât know if youâd make it out alive.Â
âOh- hngh- Kuna!â you sob, but you canât rip your eyes away from the way your hips were stuttering down so sloppily into his. Short, sharp grinds that doesnât even have to have Sukuna fucking into you, just watching in awe as you milk his cocks more. âYouâre in so- deep- fuck- oh my god-â
âJusâ âKunaâ works fine.â he chuckles at his own joke, lacing two fingers on top of your head to stretch you out impossibly more on his dicks. Because fuck you were gorgeous like this - but so slow. âThis all you can do?â
Your lips fall into a little pout that has him twitching wildly inside you - barely even halfway in, but feeling like he was pushing into your fucking lungs already.Â
âHeh, donât be like that now.â he shakes his head in amusement as you scramble to grab ahold of his hair - his arms - the throne, anything to keep whatever is left of your sanity. âYou donâ want this all to be for nothing, right?â Hips jerking like you wanted to run but of course, Sukuna couldnât have that - not when he had you like this. âHere.â
Yeah, you definitely werenât making it out alive.Â
Through your teary vision, you make out the hand that Sukuna is offering you - and before you can even think, youâre biting down. Hard. Sure to draw blood if this wasnât the king of curses himself.Â
âFuuuck, yeah. Atta girl. Suckinâ me up so well.â he groans, hips bucking up so meanly. âLet it all out. Heh, see if you can draw blood nâ let me ngh- take care of this tight- pussy.â Letting you take it out on his hand, teeth leaving such cute marks heâll coo at later - but never admit to. âSaid Iâll make it fit nâ Iâll make it-â Bouncing you up and down, legs dangling at his muscled thighs. Throbbing cocks probing deeper with each word he spits out. More calculated. More impatient. â-fit.â
And fuck was it a sight to see.Â
âHah, what did I tell ya, brat?â
Sukuna canât help but sit back to look at the heavenly view of you fucked dumb on his massive cocks - and fuck was it a sight to see.Â
To trail a finger down right to where his fat heads were so obviously bulging against your stomach. Buried inside your sinful pussy all the way until your swollen folds were kissing at his heavy balls. One weeping tip nudging at your cervix, the other curving just right against your sweet spot. Feeling your plushy walls still desperately trying to adjust, pulsing so maddeningly - or was that him?Â
Doesnât matter.
Because Sukuna is gritting out a ragged, âNow the real fun begins.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Again and again
âJusâ one more sweetheart- promise.â
Does it really count as being mean if he uses just a little bit of reverse cursed technique while absolutely ruining you in bed? Gojo certainly doesnât think so. Itâs justâŠhow could he not?
And you definitely donât have any other explanation as to why your boyfriendâs got you limp and folded so easily into a mating press, fucking his cum into you for the fourth time tonight. Hips still so unforgiving. Merciless.Â
âMerciless, hah?â And fuck, you barely even have the time to register the fact that you babbled that out loud. Because Gojoâs big arms are spreading your quaking legs so wide open for him, âCreative.â Long fingers deftly giving your clit a long, hard roll, âReal creative. Thatâs a ngh- new one. What else has your cute, fucked-out mind got fâme, sweetheart?â
Some tiny, sensible part of Gojo knows that he should maybe slow down - give you a chance to fucking answer. Maybe stop himself from dancing a soft hand down to your stomach - for the second time tonight.
Stop himself from smirking at the knowing wonder in your eyes as he presses down. Hard. pretty pink lips falling into a soft oh! as you coat him in his own cum.Â
Glossy and so, so sloppy.Â
Everywhere.Â
âOh, you naughty girl.â heâs grinning, pooling the obscene puddle of cum seeping into the sheets on his fingertips. âYou naughty, naughty-â Smearing it all over your bulging cunt, tracing white patterns over your puffy clit. â-girl. How are you still making this much of a mess everywhere after so long?â
âNgh- because youâre- youâre so-â you sob, and heâs speeding his hips up. Weeping tip kissing all those sweet spots heâs mapped out so well.
âSo what?â
âSo mean, Toru!â
âI know, sweetheart. I know.â But he didnât feel one bit sorry for your poor, overfilled cunt. Nodding so mockingly gently. Mâso âmeanâ fucking this cute cunt. Usinâ jusâ a bit of reverse cursed technique.â
Fuck, the way youâre biting down on his right collarbone, hard - was adorable. Sure to have drawn blood if it wasnât for the technique keeping the two of you from breaking bones. And okay, Gojo guesses he deserved that.
âOuch.â heâs clutching at his heart, acting so dramatically wounded - as if he wasnât the one doing the bruising. Leaving marks on your ass, your tits, maybe even your poor cunt. âSo feisty. Mâheartbroken, yâknow.â Voice dropping to such a low purr, looking up at you through those long lashes. âNâ the only way to fix it is by cumming fâme fuck- o-once more.â
And Gojo wonders whether you could feel it still filling you up inside - his cum. Whether you can feel the way it dribbles down the side of your thighs as you kick your feet, desperately trying to sit up.Â
Feet flattening on the mattress because itâs too much. And youâre too sensitive - too good, with the jolts of electricity coming down from Gojoâs fingertips. The power dancing over your skin.Â
But, shit - whyâd you ever think youâd be a match for the strongest?
âSâgonna be too much-â you squeal as heâs pulling you closer into his arms, letting your head loll into his lips. Pushing your legs up further - till they were pressing so tight against your tits. Shifting his hips more purposefully - right at the angle to hit that sweet spot that had you crying out in ecstasy, âDunno if I can, Toru.â
âNow now now, donât you dare run away.â his half-hooded gaze is almost crazed now. âBecause you can cum. And you will.â
âI-â you choke, feeling like Gojo was pushing all the way into your lungs. âI will-â
Each push of his angry, weeping tip having you see stars behind your eyes. Abs burning, white strands of hair falling over his eyes - glowing ever-so-slightly in a way that neither of you had the capacity to notice at the moment.Â
âYou will.â heâs moaning, like a mantra. âYou will you will you will- hngh- fuck! You will.âÂ
Each word spilling from Gojoâs lips only having his achingly cock twitch wildly inside you. Massaging your plushy walls, stretching them out so. Milking the fucking soul out of him, until it was almost difficult to fuck you into the mattress. To have your cunt pulling him back like she didnât want to part.
So, so desperate.Â
Exactly the way he knew you did when you were close - dangerously so. So heâs whispering into your open mouth, âCum fâme, sweetheart.â
You donât know who cums first - just that youâre seeing a flash of white, your heart thumping all the way in your ears, a rapid, urgent cadence at which he was spilling into your quivering cunt. Having gone over the edge again. Warm - so warm with each rope after rope of seed, painting your gummy walls white, your puffy folds slobbering all over him.
Only adding to the mess as he fucks his cum deeper. Again and again and again - fucking into you like he was out of control. And he probably was.Â
âHey, soâŠ.yâknow how six is my lucky number?â
A/N. First time writing true form Sukuna, how are we feeling, hm?
Plagiarism not authorized.
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⧠âșËł cw. fem! reader, heian era, vırgin sukuna, touch starved sukuna, humping, unprotected, premature ejaculation, mdni.
virgin!sukuna who wonât bend knee for no one, fears no one . . is weak for nothing.
nothing except for your touch.
and oh, it irritates him abominably. heâs got a taste of you and heâs addicted. in his royal chambers, he humps his pillow, whetted sharp fangs burying into his lip in utter shame. crimson velvet eyes roll their way into the very backs of his head until he sees ivory white. imagining heâs deep inside of you again, slowly grinding his hips into yours, hearing the melodic sounds of your moans escape from each rough stroke. his heat, he swears to himself as he feels the fabric glue back and forth against his skin. instead of a pillow it should have been your body. âf- fuckkk,â he groans, missing your touch, your skin. you had him whipped, sukuna doesnât get weak for anyone, anyone except you.
he mercilessly grinds his hips into his pillow, a tiny whimper slipping out of his lips before he swears out your name. again, and again, and again,
the moment you return though â heâs a mess. the once feared ruthless king sukuna ryomen thatâs lived for thousands of years was now a whiny mess that couldnât last five seconds without your touch, without your taste. to him, it was sacred. âwoman, i need you,â and his voice for once, it was shaky. you have a smug grin, growing priggish at how clingy you made him and he tchs in annoyance.
âwhatâs the magic word, âkuna?â
itâs a long dead pause, you hear the vexed sigh rip out of his full lungs before he shoots you a glare. ââŠ.. please. i need you to touch me again.â
with his entire broad frame slumped back, he watches with blown wide irises as you align yourself against his cock. already, itâs droplets and droplets of sheeny white pre-cum coating near his tip. itâs like a swirl, the shine glistens near his cockhead and you watch as a bit of his foreskin peels itself back. youâre teasing him, rutting back and forth against just his tip and he hisses in want of more. sukuna was so big, taking one of him was like taking two and youâve never felt more full. your hips rapidly make haste and start to jerk a bit forward and you moan once his fattened tip thrashes against your slit opening.
âmhm,â and then you look down at the demon whoâs still got a cute pout contorting against his pink lips. sharp serrated nails of his gently shovels into your skin, clinging onto your hips tightly. âaw, are you shaking, sukuna?â
âs- shut up,â he gruffs, immediately feeling a lump prod its way into his throat.
you have him at your very mercy. he grunts, red eyes flickering back slowly and gradually as heâs feeling himself stretch you open. your cunt was so invitingâthe feeling of your warmth holding him hostage was purely mouthwatering.
gaping and all, he feels every direct hit against your sopping wet pussy and heâs just hungry for more. your skin sticks against his as you try to shift your weight, rolling your hips back and forth until he growls out a pathetic surrendering whimper. heâs big and thick and you feel every delectable inch ease its way inside of you. fangs of his still continue to gnaw deep at the bottom of his lip, feeling your hips strike forward at a much more briskly pace.âugh, god woman. yâr hips âs gonna make me-â
a single breath gets caught in his throatâ not a lump this time but a single breath, you had him speechless.
a few pink strands of hair that stuck against forehead due to built up perspiration ghosts down his slit brows. âgonna c- cum too quick,â he murmurs, his usual rough tone appearing more shaky. his tone was a lot more vulnerable and weak, only with you.
youâre barely even doing anything. itâs been just a few minutes, just a few minutes of him going inside of your gummy walls and heâs already turning into mush. you run a hand down his buff, scarred shoulder and he merely loses it.
your touch drives him insane, he swallows a nice amount of saliva before his forked tongue lolls out a bit. heâs juddering pitiably underneath you from your sloppy movements. sukuna felt this way for no one, and the audacity for you to just .. make him so lewd, so feral.
thereâs a repetitive ringing in his ears as heâs got ahold of both of your thighs. all tips of his thumbs pierce their ways into your skin and his fat cock twitches from your erotically hypnotic rhythm. each sporadic jolt of your hips makes his head toss back, growl after growl rippling from his husky vocal chords. âyouâre so loud,â you tease, leaning in to kiss his cheek. his eye twitches from your lips making contact against his skin â yet, he doesnât question it. in fact, it only turns him on even more. sukuna craved your touch like he craves a victory after a year long battle. âgonna cum for me, ryo?â
âcurses.. i-â he stammers, adamâs able bobbing within each whiny syllable that spews out of his mouth.
youâve definitely got him whipped, youâve got the king of curses wrapped around your cute little finger. his jaw slowly dangles itself open and a hot breeze of air escapes. his body dramatically jitters from underneath you and you feel a certain familiar spurt shoot its way into your cunt raw. as youâre voluntarily slurping up every part of his fervor, he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
there, your neckâs being met with the keen edges of his animalistic canines pricking against your sweet, candied flesh.
sukunaâs tongue licks against you, making a cute attempt at suppressing his gruff whimpers but itâs to no avail. heâs cumming, and itâs so so much.
heâs seeing red, red and white.
a nice wad of satiny sticky load pours its way into your pussy and heâs just shaking underneath you. his body erupts like a volcano â heâs always so sensitive, desperately craving to cum again and again and again until heâs stuffed so much into your womb.
strong arms hold onto you tight as you just sit there, feeling his seed trickle into the deep soddened parts of your entrance. youâre panting with him, a hand gently stroking near his neat undercut and he groans into your neck. âs- so much, âm gonna die,â he mewls out, and itâs so unlike him to see him like this.
sukuna gingerly bites into your skin as heâs dumping such a goopy load into you. heâs panting heavily like a dog, puffs of air leaving out his throat so swiftly. his dick remains inside of you, clinging onto your walls securely for all itâs worth before he starts to hear the wet, slimy squelches. that was always his favorite part â the part where your pussy decides to talk back. ângh, donât move, princess. stay still- listen to it with me, please.â
you remain as still as a mannequin as his hot parching cumâs continuing to ooze its way into your puckering hole. itâs a lot, emphasize on a lot because when he cums, itâs a literal overflow.
itâs so much that it starts to race down the crevices of your thighs. a fat thumb of his gathers a good amount of it before smearing it over your pussy. with a sluggish sly expression, you cup his face, watching as he naturally lean into your touch. âyou barely lasted a second, baby.â
âshut up, donât forget who i- i amâ oh fuckkk,â
and you start to ride him again, picking up your hips in a manner so ruthlessly sloppy that it gets him whiplash. the moment you start up again, he starts whining and he feels a staticky pulse surge through his weighty cock. with red bloodshot eyes, sukuna eyes you with such intent and not once does his gaze leave. he feels a sudden pang in his heart. but it couldnât be that, or could it.
sukuna looked so pretty like this. underneath you, eyes half-lidded and beads of sweat racing down each side of his forehead. long dark lashes of his flap every few seconds and he jaw tightens, feeling your cunt soak him dry, milking him. his whimpers and whines were so loud, indefinitely echoing through the thin walls of his forbidden chambers.
your hand teasingly wraps around his thick neck and heâs never felt more aroused. sukuna groans with a snarlâmaking a cute attempt at baring a fang at you to seem more intimidating but it only makes him cute. a brief croak coming out of him before he grouses pathetically.
âharder. choke me ân make me cum again.â
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Needy
Pervert!Yuuta x Reader
Synopsis: Yuuta has avoided the touch of women for years due to having a homicidal jealous curse attached to him. Hell, he has even avoided touching himself. But something happens that makes him break
Warning: Male masturbation, pillow humping, edging, mentions of breeding, pining
Pt.2
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Having a homicidal jealous curse attached to you 24/7 that threatens to murder any woman that comes close to you, changes a man.
In Yuuta's case that meant that sex was out of the question. In fact, everything involving the slightest bit of physical intimacy was out of the question. Handshake? Yuuta would rather not risk it. Hugging? Sure if you wanted to get your head chopped off. Even when Yuuta joined Jujutsu High and became able to control Rika better, his ways of avoiding women had already been so ingrained into him, that any kind of intimacy was just foreign to him.
This didn't mean the Yuuta didn't think about it. He even indulged in the small things, like replaying the sex scene in a movie or eying the women in Todo's magazines he would bring on occasion. But that wasn't enough to quell the thrumming in his head or the whisper in the back of his mind craving more. Yuuta truly thought he could ignore it all though, that is, until he met you.
At first, it was easy for him to treat you as nothing more than a friend, a classmate. He could ignore how peculiarly beautiful and kind you were. He could brush off how your witty remarks during tough missions always made him laugh, and how the light, airy giggles that escaped your mouth when Yuuta did something unintentionally funny made butterflies swarm in his stomach. Then summer rolled around, and you started wearing more revealing clothesâshort skirts and tights instead of long pants, which were apparently "easier to train in" you told him.
And it was only when you innocently bent over to pick something up one afternoon, when Yuuta accidentally caught a glimpse of your white underwear that dug into the fat of your plump butt, that the dam finally broke. When you turned around to bashfully apologize for accidentally flashing him, Yuuta was already gone. Unbeknownst to you, he had fled to his dorm room, struggling to hide his painfully hard dick in his pants.
Yuuta barely makes it to his bed before he is pulling down his black uniform pants and wrapping a shaky hand around his thick cock. He's not an idiot, he knows how to jack off, but there is something different right now. When in the past the few times he touched himself was to quickly get rid of arousal, now Yuuta finds himself yearning for something more.
He slowly drags his hand down his shaft and the satisfaction is immediate: just one stroke sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through his entire body. The pleasure is mind-numbing, and just a taste of it has him yearning for more.
âOh fuh-â Yuuta's voice comes out breathless. He screws his eyes shut and darts a tongue across his lips to wet them. Almost immediately his mind wonders back to you, how delicious your ass looked, how beautiful you are, how beautiful you would be with your lips wrapped around his dick. How would your breasts feel in his palm? What would your face look like if he tweaked and sucked on your nipples? God, what would your pussy feel like.
Pap pap. Yuuta was starting to create a semi fast rhythm, white precum collecting in the spaces of his fingers as he furiously glided his tight grip up and down his dick. He doesn't just want to think about you; he wants to obsess over you. He doesn't just want to feel pleasure; he wants to drown in it. No, he wants to drown in you.
He's practically panting right now imaging himself inside you. If he felt good right now, how good would the real thing be? Oh he bet the squeeze around his dick would be delicious, he can practically hear you whining his name. Yuuta's legs trembled as his hand gilded over his overstimulated red tip and down to his heavy balls. Jesus this was good, so good, he needed more, Yuuta needed more friction because god if he couldn't have your pussy right now he at least needed to pretend.
Through heavy pleasure-filled lidded eyes, he glanced to the pillow next time him.
He was becoming greedy.
Fuck it.
Without much of a thought, Yuuta grabbed the pillow, folded it in half, laid on his side, hastily put his dick between the white cloth, and started to thrust. The friction is delicious. It makes his toes curl and desperately thrusts his hips into the soft pillow.
âMmmm, mmm mhmâ he whimpers. Your name is on the tip of his tongue, but he can barely speak so much as think. Thereâs a tingly warm feeling building in his stomach, the pleasure is overtaking him. What would you think if you could see him like this? Would you call him a pervert or maybe would you help him? Oh, what a dream that would be, your soft hands wrapped around him, oh he bet that you could make him feel better than this pillow ever could.
âAh-Ah Y/n pleaseâŠ.â The thought of you is consuming him, you donât know it but you are giving him the best pleasure he has ever experienced in his life. Yuutas thrusts are becoming frantic, desperate, he could taste his release on the tip of his tongue. His black hair is starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat and he realized he should have taken off his white uniform coat because it was getting so hot. He was so close, so close to cumming, he hates how this pillow isnt you, isn't your pussy, after this, he promises to himself that he won't ignore you or your beauty anymore, heâll obsess over you, kiss the ground you walk on, heâll take care of you so good and -and oh, oh my god, he wants to breed you, fill you with cum-
âAh-ahhh~â
Yuutaâs hips stutter into the pillow and thick ropes of cum coat the fabric. The pleasure makes his legs and mind go numb and heâs left panting, whimpering from the after shocks.
No, after this Yuuta will never avoid you again.
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ᯠᥣđ© yuji x f! reader. yujiâs your best friend. dry humping. prematurely cumming. overstimulation. virgin! yuji. pretty girl! reader.
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yuji knows heâs loved you since the day you sat pretty, right next to him. watching the way youâve obliviously wandered right into his heart- wondering if youâve ever looked both way before crossing his mind.
but he knows you donât, and thatâs okay. thinks the fact that you walk around with your lips curled up into a smile with bright, glittery eyes is the cutest thing ever. his heart hurts looking at you sometimes and the fact that youâre pressed warm and small against his side while the movie that he had failed to really absorb into his brain and only illuminates his face and nothing else has him a little squirmy.
âare you okay, yuji?â your voice, like a bell rips him from his mind. owlish in the way youâre looking up at him while your cheek is pressed to his chest, fingers playing with the hem on the pocket of his hoodie. and he can only, really nod.
doesnât know how heâs gotten here, how his mind has betrayed him so bad that heâs been picturing your soft thighs clamped around both sides of his face. too dumb to think all of this through, youâre so close to his cock- veiled with nothing but the thin, slippery material of his shorts. slung over one of his thighs, twitching before he has the mind to reel it in.
and he thinks he may die, thinks thereâs something wrong with his brain when he sees you tip your head down to look at the movement that had caught your attention. the hand gripping the back of the couch moving to cover his twitching dick- shifting to lift you off him with a pained smile.
âah, sorry.â yuji murmurs, like itâs your fault. he truly feels like he may die- and itâs all cause his hormone addled brain couldnât reign it in. but youâre so fucking pretty, and warm, and soft-
jumping when your manicured fingers reach for his wrist, giving a weak little tug like you wanna see what heâs hiding. those pretty eyes looking at him like you wanna pin him down and eat him alive. he can only image what sort of pathetic image is staring back at you. he knows his face is red, can feel the warmth simmer down his chest.
âi wanna see it.â you whisper, and he knows better than to say no to you- eyes shutting tight to roll in the back of his head before he comes back to you. breath restarting to come out in a pant, hand moving with the next tug you give him- and his cheeks flame with what he sees.
he was wearing nothing but a hoodie and grey shorts in preparation for cozying up to you, and he can see the imprint of his cockhead slung over his thigh opposite to the one youâve claimed for the night.
eyes watching your reaction- preparing to high tail it out of there and fist his cock to your image. and he thinks he may have died and gone to heaven when you sit up and giggle at him.
you sit up and grab at his hoodie and settle yourself warm and perfect on his lap. he has half a mind to shift so youâre not directly on top of his poor, throbbing dick- offering you what he thinks is a more comfortable seat, catching the way you pout and look at him expectantly.
breath caught in his throat when you lean in and lick at the curve of his bottom lip, shaky hands reaching for the dip of your thighs- wondering if it was okay to even touch you. but he was at your mercy, and thinks heâs doing okay when you sigh.
trying to split his attention from his mouth to his hands, hungry when he finally has half a mind to taste you. sitting up straight to slot his mouth against your own- huffing out syllables that sound sort of like your name. hands reaching, bunching up the pretty little top you wore around your waist in his hands. and heâs just too lost to reel in his strength, tugs you closer- fitting you right over the swell of his dick. awarded with a pretty keen, and now he wants more.
âfuck, fuck.â yuji huffs when you pull to breathe, having a better sense than him to actually relent. head teetering back to lay across the back of his couch, eyes pinned down against the warm expanse of skin heâs reveled.
and to you, he looks like sin reincarnate.
itâs easy to start the slow roll of your hips, eyes squeezing tight- mirroring the same reaction he had donned earlier. watching with interest when he cants up to meet the second press of your leaky cunt over him; thrilled when he reacts like you hoped he would.
fingers reaching to hold you down, lifting you clear off the couch with how strong he is; so yuji in the way heâs carelessly seeking the pleasure where youâre joined for the moment. hips supporting your whole weight, and it should have hurt- but the heat of your cunt weighed on top his cock overrides any other sense.
you can feel the way he shakes, fucks himself with every drag- sounds tumbling from his mouth openly, shaped like your name between huffs.
and its sticky, can feel the pool of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock in between the space of his reddened head and hip. but he knows youâre worse, the singular thought has his eyes pinched shut while the wild bucking forces hiccups out of your own mouth.
shoulders bowing in before he sits up- arms reaching up to hold onto you like youâre the only thing keeping him tethered here. hands digging into the swell of your skin, huffing out syllables that sound like your name. but everything feels like its coming to a head and not even you are sure that its what he's saying. head tipped up to bury into your neck, hips fucking up against you over and over. bouncing you over his cock, just a taste of what he would do if he was actually sunk deep inside of you.
the singular thought bringing another surge of pleasure shooting straight through his core, spurt after spurt of leaky cum painting the space between his cock, body, and underwear.
not willing to let go of the feeling, this moment- continues every jut of his hips, snapping up into your body despite the hot chord of pleasure swinging into pain. choosing to grit his teeth through it, until you bring him back with an exclamation of his name.
"y-yuji!" you exclaim, hiccuped words broken with the interruption of his forceful movements.
letting him come down by himself.
your own body tensing over and over, thighs threatening to snap against his hips- poor, neglected and worst of all teased clit throbbing between slick folds.
and that singular thought, conjured up by you- seems to have made its way over to him. watching with interest the way he snaps his head up, eyes lidded- finally seeing you through the haze of lust.
"fuck, sorry. i'm sorry." he keens, hands grabbing at your waist- tugging you in closer to let his face press against the space of your tits.
thinking it was a pretty apology for how soon it all ended, before squeezing out a squeak of surprise with the sudden shift to your whole word.
bringing you down to lay back against the cushions of the couch. sharply realizing the apology was for the rough handling of your pretty body. looking at his movements with interest- wishing he looked at you directly while his thick hand shifted to the waist band of his shorts.
tugging it down, and finally, finally seeing the mess you'd made of him.
"your turn?" he inquires, eyes still settled on the space between your thighs- cheeks ruddy and warm while his hand pumped over the soft skin of his sticky, wet cock.
a smile rivaling yours just barely contained when you nodded in response.
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Nanami who drops to his knees the moment he arrives home, the feeling in his chest; indescribable because he knew his wife was upset⊠so very upsetâŠ
He loathed the guilt that clung to him as he had to work late and miss the date they planned just a few days prior. The front door creaked open as you heard him tiredly shuffle in, tossing his keys onto the counter with a bit more force than he intended. He rolled his neck side to side, in a futile attempt to release some of the stiffness in his muscles. He kicks off his shoes, not bothering to bend down and untie the laces, before commencing his walk of shame to your shared bedroom.Â
Each step felt heavier, causing his heart to only beat faster every second. A thin sheet of sweat began to form on his brow as he approached closer and closer to the room. His fingers, diligently thread into his tie to pull it undone, tossing it mindlessly on the floor. A few buttons of his shirt came undone but it did nothing to relieve the growing tightness in his chest. He hesitantly reached for the door knob, and with a deep breath he opened the door as slowly as possible.Â
And there you were. The soft light of the room revealed your silhouette as you sat up on the bed, your arms crossed over your chest tightly, as your eyes bored into him like daggers. No, you werenât actually upset and he had obviously a good reason for his absence, but it was the first time he missed something like thisâ and the sting of it lingered in the room.Â
He tentatively stepped closer to you, his expression full of guilt and desperation, like a puppy who had been scolded. The weight of an unspoken apology creeping on him.Â
âDarling⊠Iâm sorry," he whispered, barely audible. But he knew it wasnât enough. No reaction from you, you wouldn't even turn to look at him, the silence between the both of you was suffocating. His fingers graze over your hand as his knees buckled, threatening to give away under the weight of guilt.
He falls to his knees before you, taking your hand in his. âPlease, look at me, honeyâŠâ pleading eyes looking up at you, raw emotion in his voice as he presses a soft kiss on your delicate hand. His fingers intertwined with yours as you finally grace him with your gaze, the eyes he so dearly loved finally on him. His grip was soft yet pleading, almost as if he was afraid youâd let go.Â
âI feel terribleâŠâ kiss âIt will neverâŠâ kiss âhappen againâŠâ kiss
Each one of his kisses had you in trance and you truly believed him, Nanami wasnât the man to tell you empty words. You look down at the mess of the man on his knees for you, your hand comes to his cheek, caressing it.Â
âI forgive youâŠâ You utter, as you look at him, into his eyes of honey.Â
Those three wordsâŠ
That was all he needed to hear. His breath was caught in his throat and for a moment he just stared at you before taking a deep breath. Relief washes over him and all the guilt slowly disappears. His head drops into your thighs and rests there a moment, still holding your hands.Â
âI will spend an eternity making it up to youâŠâ he finally speaks up. His statement makes you smile. You thought he was joking but he wasnât.Â
âStarting now,â he declares, a spark of confidence returning to his body.Â
Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head down, his lips brushing softly against your knees. His kisses are tender and calculated. He knew exactly what he was doing. His lips trailed along your thighs, the warmth of his breath sending soft shivers up your skin.Â
You sighed softly, your fingers threading through his hair, delicately pushing it back from his face. You wanted to see him, to really look at him, at the man you loved now between your legs.Â
His kisses trailed higher and higher. Nanami was a smart man. He knew just what to do and how to ease the weight of the situation from your mind, to make you forget.Â
âYouâre so gorgeousâ He mumbles in between kisses. A red tint creeping up on your face at those simple words. âBut you know that already, donât you?â he presses a kiss just below your navel. âI tell you everydayâŠâ He whispers, right into the heat between your legs. Your back arches up off the mattress and he knew he just had to have you already.
âMay I?â he asks, his pointer finger hovering right over where you needed him most. You gave him a quick nod and that was all he needed. He slowly slides your panties down your legs before begging to devour you, entirely.Â
Nanami learned everything that made his pretty girl feel good, and he planned to do everything tonight. Every flick of his skilled tongue had you in a chokehold, the way he held your legs open with his strong arms all while still on his knees. He explored every inch of you, lapping up everything you gave him, his fingers joining in to only make you feel that much better.Â
Orgasm after orgasm had your mind hazy but Nanami had to make sure you knew he was sorry. And he did make good on his promise. He never ever forgot again.Â
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Thinking about how canon!Katsuki would definitely be the kind of guy to stare at you.
We all know he has a habit of just looking and being nosey, so I believe heâd be way worse with his crush.
The way he stares is almost like you can feel his deep blood red eyes touch your cheek while you scribble your notes away in your notebook. Youâve notice he has done it a lot, but you were never the type to outwardly call him out on anything, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention and awkwardness.
But he would always stare, his mouth and chin covered by the palm of his hand, right leg jumping in tandem with his pencil he keeps moving back and fourth with his fingers.
Youâre just so damn pretty.
Itâs not what he thinks, but itâs what heâs showing, his eyelids are narrowed, slight scowl, but not entirely an annoyed look he usually does.
Eyes traveling to your crossed smooth legs, noticing the little small indents of your cellulite on your thighs.
You look so soft.
The little cute expressions you make when youâre focused on solving the problem in front of you.
You look so cuddly.
The different hairstyles you wear almost every other week. This week you decided on boho braids and they flowed off your shoulder almost like a curtain covering your pretty side profile, thatâs until you throw the strands in the back of your head again.
Youâre ethereal.
Bakugo loves to just look at you. He would rather choke than admit it, but he will be focused on finishing his work early just for some extra time to look back at you again.
If anybody were to point out the fact his pupils are dilated right now heâd blow them across the class.
He just keeps staring at you.
Eventually he will get caught. You will look back with your warm smile and Ironically enough when he does see you he will avoid your eye contact back like the plague.
Damn hypocrite.
But also damn you for being such a beautiful girl to Katsuki.
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JJK men's reactions to you using your safeword
Incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji
cont: fem reader, established relationships, multiple positions, throatfucking, choking, asphyxiation, rough sex, squirting, dirty talk, aftercare, comfort, fluff
MDNI
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Gojo:
Your knees were folded to your sides as Gojo stood behind you and bullied his massive cock into your cunt at an inhumane pace, the pleasurable pain making tears spill down your cheeks. "S-satoruuu-" You cried when he angled his cock to fuck right into your sweet spot, making you dizzy.
Your legs were starting to ache from the position he had you folded in, his hands under your knees keeping you snug there so you were unable to move, completely at his mercy as he manhandled you and fucked your cunt. "You look so pretty when you cry from my dick y'know that? Fuck I should take a picture." Gojo giggled, watching your face contort in the mirror in front of him.
You gasped when Gojo's cock suddenly slipped out of your pussy as he released you from his hold and made you stand on shaky legs in front of him--not for long though. The white-haired man then wrapped his arms around your torso, lifting your body off the ground a few inches as he slipped his cock back inside your cunt with ease as he started up that same brutal pace once more.
Gojo grit his teeth at how tight you felt in this position. "Oh fuckkk, baby look, I can see my cock through your stomach like this. I'm so fucking deep." He grinned, staring at the bulge through your tummy with a fucked out smile. You were caught too off guard to reply. He was right, he was deep, too deep.Â
You were positive that Gojo was hitting your cervix in this position, he was so fucking deep. His wet balls were pressed flush against your ass, making it so every inch of his massive cock was stuffed inside of you. "F-fuck T-toru t-too deep-" You cried, your nails digging into his arms that held your body as you grasped him for dear life.
It wasn't uncommon for you to cry and whine during sex with Satoru, which is why he didn't take your please seriously, per usual. "Oh yeah? I'm too fucking deep?" Gojo moaned against the shell of your ear, making eye contact with your teary eyes in the mirror.
You sobbed when he thrust harder inside you, his fat tip absolutely crushing into your cervix, sending a painful jolt shocking through your stomach. "N-no really-" He gave you a few more hard thrusts as you cried on his cock, that same fucked out grin on his face. "R-red Satoru red!!" You yelled, squeezing your eyes shut in pain, your nails digging into his arm breaking skin from how hard you were grabbing him.
Immediately Gojo stopped moving inside you, his previously cocky smile fading from his face in an instant as he pulled out of you and set your feet down on the ground. "Shit, baby, what happened, talk to me?" Gojo asked, keeping his arms around your body as he lowered the both of you onto the plush carpet in front of the mirror.
Tears continued to flow down your face as you caught your breath, your hands coming down to press against your pelvis as you felt the dull ache inside you Gojo's cock had caused. "T-too deep, it really hurt." You said between gasps. "I'm so sorry princess I didn't know you were serious," Gojo said honestly, his arms wrapping tighter around your body as he held you against him, his watchful eyes staying on your face in the mirror.
"'S okay, it just really hurt." You sniffled, keeping one hand on your pelvis as the other wiped the tears from your face. "No, it's not, I'm sorry I really should be more careful," Gojo replied, pressing soft kisses against your shoulders and neck, his warm hands rubbing over your body to try and get you to come down.Â
You stayed silent as you tried to catch your breath. "Good job for using your safeword princess, I'm so glad you said something. Never wanna hurt you like that." Gojo whispered after a while of the soft pampering kisses. You nodded in response, your breathing finally having evened out. "Thank you for stopping." You responded, one of your hands reaching behind you in the mirror to caress his cheek, making him look at you through the mirror.
He smiled softly at you before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. "Oh, course baby. Does it still hurt real bad?" He asked curiously, noticing how your hand was still pressed against your tummy. "It's a little sore...' nd I'm kinda nauseous." You replied, wincing in pain.
Gojo leaned into your hand that was holding his cheek as a silent apology before he moved his arms to scoop under your legs, one against your back as he picked you up with ease, cradling you in his arms. "Let's get you in the bath then I'll get you some tea, how's that sound baby?" Gojo asked, tilting his head at you for your approval. When you nodded he leaned forward and kissed your eye, swollen from your tears. You closed both eyes, letting his soft lips kiss the ache in your now dry eyes before he pulled away and whisked the two of you to the bathroom.
Geto:
The dark-haired man's hand pressed against your head, effectively shoving you deeper into the mattress each time he fucked his hips against yours. You gasped and whined each time you felt his hips connect with your ass, the fat of your ass rippling from the roughness of his thrusts.
"Take that fucking cock- take it-" Geto groaned, his one foot perched on the bed giving him the perfect leverage to fuck into you hard and fast. He had come home from a mission particularly worked up, saying something about how it went on longer than he thought and there were more casualties than he would've liked. So when you so graciously offered your body for Geto to take out his anger on, he would've been a madman to decline.Â
You didn't know he was going to be this rough though. It almost felt like Geto was distant somehow, his mind still in work mode. He threw his head back and let his eyes fall shut as he mindlessly thrust inside your pussy, the wet squelches echoing in his ears only fueling him to fuck you harder, faster, so he could hear more.
You cried his name against the sheets, your words coming out muffled from how hard he was shoving your face against the mattress. "Be good, be a good girl baby." Geto groaned, his head tipping down as his eyes found yours, which tried to look at him through your peripherals.Â
You were feeling an ache start to form in your back from how deep of an arch he had you in, and his head squishing your face against the sheets was making it hard to breathe. His hard thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs didn't help. You didn't want to tell him to slow down though, you knew how worked up he was, and you could take a little discomfort, it was fine.Â
"Fuckkkk- you're sucking me in." Geto groaned. He pulled his hand away from your hip to land a couple of harsh smacks against the fat of your ass, one after the other, before he gripped the fat in his hand, his nails digging into your skin. That's when your mental state caved in.Â
You could take a little pain, you could take a little discomfort, but you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to bite your tongue for Geto you really did, but the pain soon overcame the pleasure, the ache in your bones became too much and you still couldn't shake the feeling that Geto wasn't mentally here fully. All the factors combined made you lose it as you lost your arch and tried to escape Geto's grasp, crying out, "S-stop, red- red, s-top."
Geto was certainly fully there now, snapping out of whatever daze he was in as his cock slipped out of you as your body curled up on the bed, your arms wrapping around yourself in comfort as fat tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Woah woah, baby, cmere, shit come here," Geto whispered, pulling up his boxers quickly before he laid next to you and pulled your body atop his, his hands rubbing over your back as you stayed tense, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, sobbing. "I'm sorry, i-i'm sorry." you cried, the guilt of not being able to please Geto the way you thought you should've washed over you.
"Hey, no, why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong. What happened baby?" Geto asked carefully, trying to look down at you as you held onto his body for dear life, trembling in his arms. "I-it was too much." you sniffled, trying to catch your breath. "I'm sorry, was I too rough?" Geto asked, clarifying your words.
"Y-yeah, I felt like you were out of it... I don't know it sounds so s-stupid now that I'm saying it out loud," you whispered into his neck, your words coming out choked and choppy. Geto stayed silent, save for his whispered hushes as he tried to get you to calm down. "I shouldnt have said anything i-i'm sorry. I couldn't even k-keep my word." You added, referring to how you said Geto could take his anger out on you.Â
"No baby, you're allowed to tap out any time you're not comfortable. I don't want you to force yourself, that's why we have the safeword, right?" Geto asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at you, your head still buried in his neck. You nodded against his neck, he was relieved your sobs had turned into soft sniffles, he hated to see you upset.Â
"You're right though, today really took a lot out of me. I thought taking you up on your offer would make me feel better because sex with you always does, but I'm just not feeling right tonight, I should've told you instead of trying to take it out on you like this, I'm so sorry." Geto explained, his warm hands rubbing soothingly along the soft skin of your back, making you relax into him.
"I-it's okay Sugu," you replied, nuzzling your head into his neck deeper. "Is it okay if I just hold you like this?" He asked, softness lacing his tone. You smiled softly, shutting your eyes as you nodded, "Please." You replied quietly. Geto's arms squeezed tighter around you, he wished he could somehow be even closer to you than you were right now, he had this thought a lot.
"I love you, baby, I'll be more careful with you, promise." He said, tilting his chin atop your head as he shut his eyes, heaving a deep sigh as he absorbed the warmth from your skin. "It's alright Sugu, really. I love you, I'll make you feel okay again only by snuggling. Just don't let me go." You whispered. Geto felt his heart swell at your words, how could someone be so cute?
Nanami:
You lost track of how many times Nanami had already made you cum on his tongue. His fingers inside of you had been drilling into your sweet spot for so long you were almost going numb. Your insides hurt from the constant pestering but you couldn't deny that it did feel good, sex with Kento always did.
After almost four hours of continuous orgasms and berating from Nanami's tongue and fingers, you thought he would be done--and he might've if you hadn't just squirted, the release sending blood rushing to Nanami's cock as he was suddenly reenergized from watching your face contort as you squirted all over his face.
"K-kentooo-" You cried, your nails digging painfully into his scalp as he ate you out like a man starved, your pelvis bulging from the inside out as he finger fucked you like his life depended on it, expertly angling his fingers to press right against your g-spot. "You can take it, sweetheart, need to see you squirt again," Nanami mumbled against your clit, too fucked out and absorbed in eating your pussy to pull away from you fully.
Nanami had always been the type of man who ate pussy for his own pleasure, but he never took it as far as he did tonight. Something about you interacting so well with his students had ignited a fire inside him as his brain created fantasies of the two of you starting a family together, his mind using the visuals of you patting his student's fluffy pink hair as you cooing at your own child, one that you had created together.
"I- I can't I can't- P-please-" You choked on your own moans, your face contorting in painful pleasure as your head shook back and forth against the tear-stained pillow. Nanami had a deep blush spread across his face as he looked up at you, the only time Nanami's eyes had left your face this night was to roll back in his own head when the pleasure of eating you out became too much for him.
He looked so handsome, his chiseled face buried between your thighs, wetness messily smeared all over the bottom half of his face and the inside of your thighs, he truly was fucked out. "Just one more time then I'll give you my cock, gonna fuck you so full." Nanami cooed, saying his words like they were supposed to be comforting.Â
You felt your heart drop in your stomach at the promise of Nanami fucking you after this. In any other scenario, you would've been overjoyed to finally have Nanami inside you, as he always took extra time to stretch you out for him. But right now, you wanted nothing more than a break... or maybe a 14-hour nap.Â
You shook your head as you felt your orgasm come on, the sensation feeling sore in your tummy as it crept up on you. You were sure if you let this go on you were going to pass out, it was too much. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, thinking your actions over in your head quickly, to prevent this from going any further, before you decided to speak, "Red Ken- r-red-."
Despite how gone and fucked out Nanami was, he snapped back to reality in an instant, the clouds in his head clearing as he pulled his mouth away from your cunt, stilling his fingers inside you. "Red? You wanna end it right now?" Nanami asked softly, watching your face with great attention and concern as he breathed hard, trying to catch his breath.
You nodded, your legs fighting to press together to escape any more pleasure. "Alright, alright." You could tell Nanami was still a little out of it, but he complied with great haste. Slowly slipping out his fingers he sat up and allowed you to snap your legs shut, your sore cunt throbbing from how long Nanami had been eating you out. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm sorry, are you alright? I got a little carried away." Nanami said, blinking away the fogginess from his eyes as he crawled up to sit back against the headboard, pulling your body to sit on top of his.
Your hair was a mess, your face was wet with your tears and your eyes were all out of focus. You laid your head against Nanami's shoulder with a sigh and allowed your body to slump against his, relishing in the break you were granted. "I was going to pass out if I didn't stop you." You whispered, still out of breath as you heaved into his neck, your hot breath tickling his skin.
Nanami smiled in embarrassment as he held your body tightly against his, one of his large hands cradling the back of your neck, the other scratching up and down your back. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was that hard on you my love. Does anything hurt?" Nanami asked. He leaned back and cupped your face in his hands, his disheveled look making you smile weakly at him, how did he manage to look so handsome all the time?
"It's a little... sore down there." You whispered, looking away as you felt your face heat up from his intense gaze. Nanami shut his eyes briefly, slapping himself internally for getting so carried away. "It's my fault." He said, biting his lip. "You interact so well with the kids I couldn't stop thinking about how you would be with one of our own." He said honestly, the already intense blush on his face spreading to the tips of his ears as he laid his heart out for you.
Your eyes shot back over to his in an instant, your eyebrows raising in surprise. "Y-you mean-" You started, your sleepiness getting put on the back burner as you put 120% of your focus onto the man in front of you. "I... fantasize about starting a family with you a lot. I guess it got the best of me today. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you." Nanami said, averting his gaze as he spoke. You don't think you've ever seen him so bashful before.
"Kento you're so cute, so so cute." You said, a smile spreading across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning forward as you peppered kisses all over his face. Nanami groaned as you smothered him with attention, simultaneously bringing him down with you and washing away the guilt he was feeling. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me, I should've said yellow though, maybe that would've eased you up a bit." You smiled, pulling away to look into his eyes.
Nanami's face scrunched in embarrassment at how carried away he got before he looked back to you. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." He whispered, leaning his head against the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around your body, making your chest come flush with his. "I'll clean you up in just a moment, just let me hold you right now." He mumbled against your skin, his deep voice sending vibrations throughout your body.
"Take all the time you need Kento, I'm not going anywhere." You replied. You wanted to address what he had said about how he thinks about starting a family with you frequently, but you decided to not open that can of worms right now, in fear it would rile him up again if you revealed that you too, dream of starting a family with him.Â
Toji:
"Mph-nghh-" Vulgar, embarrassing noises spilled from your mouth, being forced out from your throat as you gagged and choked around Toji's fat cock. "Take that shit pretty girl- fuuuuuck-" He groaned as he gripped the entirety of your throat with his large hand, squeezing as he felt his cock bulge out in your neck.
You had your head hung off the side of the bed as Toji stood in front of you and fucked his massive cock down your throat, his heavy balls slapping against your upper face, making your eyes squeeze shut as he facefucked you. "Such a sloppy fucking mouth, goddd-" Toji grit through his teeth as spit bubbles and saliva pool out the side of your mouth, smearing onto your chin and his thighs.
All you could do was moan and cough around him as he forced his massive cock down your throat at a ruthless pace. This had been your idea, and Toji had practically jumped at the opportunity to try this with you. You told him you wanted to get better at taking his cock down your throat, so what better way to do that than to give yourself no other option? In this position the only thing you could do was try to breathe the best you could around him as he fucked into you like a fleshlight.
"Good fucking girl, taking me so well." Toji groaned, shaking his head as he looked down at your sloppy face and your eyes that were all out of focus, rolling back in your head. "So pretty." He said under his breath, biting his lip. Toji thrust his hips flush against your face, his balls pressing against your nose, blocking off any last air source you had as he stilled his cock inside you.
He gripped your throat harder, trying to feel his cock pulse through your neck as he cockwarmed himself in your throat. His eyes fluttered in his head as he let your throat squeeze around him, his balls twitching with how intense it felt. Your eyes shot open in alarm when you tried to breathe, but could not.
You were instantly kicked into fight-or-flight mode as you slowly ran out of air. To be honest, you would've been alright for another thirty seconds or so, but it felt so much scarier in that moment, you thought if you didn't get a breath in that second, you would die. You moaned in alarm around Toji's cock, the man just groaning and praising you in response when the vibrations went straight to his balls.Â
You thought fast, remembering your safe signal as you reached your arms up and tapped his thigh repeatedly. The consensus had been two taps, but you were panicking, so you gave him a couple more than two. It only took Toji a couple of seconds to realize you were using your safe sign before he was groaning an "oh shit" and pulling his cock out from between your lips, his hand abandoning the hold it had on your throat.
Strings of spit connected from your lips and chin to his cock as you coughed and sputtered for air when he pulled himself out. You spun your body around and sat right up on the bed as you fought to catch your breath, your hand coming up to grab your own throat when you felt how sore it felt. "Fuck baby, you alright?" Toji asked, reaching his hands out to push your hair away from your face, his hands grabbing your shoulders and rubbing up and down along them.
You couldn't respond yet as you continued coughing out the flem from your throat, trying to get a full breath of air before you spoke. "Couldn't breathe, huh? Were you scared?" Toji asked, his hands cradling your face as your coughing calmed down, your hand coming up to wipe your spit-slicked mouth with the back of your hand as you nodded at him.
"Shit, I'm sorry sweet thing. Didn't mean to scare you." He smiled at you, the scar on his face stretching as his lips curled up. Your eyes met his darker ones as his thumb slid under your eye to wipe away your tears, his gaze watching you carefully. "You wanna be done for tonight?" He asked, making sure you were tapped out completely. When you nodded he nodded back and reached one of his hands down to pull his boxers over his hard cock before he sat next to you on the bed, pulling your body close to his.
"Maybe that was too much too soon, huh?" He asked, his large hand rubbing the side of your head. You nodded, staying silent as he calmed you down, your heart still fighting to slow down in your chest, trying to recover from such a scare. "That's alright, we can take it slow next time. It was my fault, got too excited." Toji whispered as you shut your eyes and let yourself melt against his warm palm.
"You did so good though, y'know that?" He added, making you bury your head deeper into the crook of his neck, resulting in his smile growing. "Made me feel so good princess." He praised, rubbing your head soothingly. "Thank y-ou." You whispered hoarsely, your voice making Toji cringe when he realized the damage he had done to your vocal cords. "Let's get you all cleaned up and I'll make you somethin' for 'ur throat. You sound horrible." He laughed, ruffling your hair as he spoke.Â
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gojo showing off your back scratches to geto
( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .
contains: sex talk, desc of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)
everything was relatively peaceful in suguru's apartment. key word: relatively.
a forgettable yet appreciated sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting downpours of rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.
there was only one thing ruining his peace.
all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch â a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.
despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark â as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.
"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.
right when he grumpily turns back to the tv â which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com â his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.
great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can'tâ
"i fucked her!"
suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.
big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.
"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.
"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"
geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"
unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"
"whatâ no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"
at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.
"oh god, don't make that stupid faceâ" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.
"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of theâ oh shit.
it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."
suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.
a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.
"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.
turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."
it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door â especially considering how many times he's done so â but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.
not that he was complaining â in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.
and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.
"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen â still shamelessly shirtless â to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"
an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."
"huh. surprised you could last."
as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and ohâ fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."
geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him â both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.
even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in tâ
satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"
he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."
over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin â suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.
maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.
mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)
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Motherhood had altered your 'turn-ons'; not that you lusted after mankind as a whole-- Kento was enough.
His cologne, split with the smooth tang of sweat on work-ripened skin. His hands, alternately gentle and rough, peach-handling or blade-wielding. The authority only the world saw; the authority only you felt.
Dressed-up, dressed-down, undressed, dressing you down, undressing you. Breaking you only to reform you with gold, tied with red thread, whispering you to completion in the dark sacred night.
So (you corrected yourself, as you watched Kento jog after your daughter at the indoor play centre) motherhood had not altered your turn-ons; it had added to them. Stacking high now, you considered the tower of your adoration was just as likely to be stable, as unstable; its endurance or toppling entirely at Kento's mercy.
The arrival at soft-play was a sensory nightmare-- one of many you could tolerate as a mother when you wouldn't have, before.
Obnoxious children's music blared, cut by screams and shouts and cries and calls and whirls and swirls of kids darting and weaving, watched and unwatched, by helicopters or the disinterested. The cocktail was potent, spiked. Your headache started behind your left eye.
Kento saw you. He was unfairly loaded at his own insistence, with change-bag and snack-bag and car keys and your daughter, planking and chattering, a possessed surfboard beneath his arm.
"Sit down-- have a coffee." Kento rumbled, low and slow, unclipping his watch into your cupped hands as you began to argue. "You've had her all week. You need a break."
"You've been at work all week, Kento, you need a break--"
"Don't argue. You know it's not the same. Sit down. Have a coffee."
He lied to you for your benefit; you could feel the bone-deep weariness of him, surely needing a day of sofa-bound naps over a day of childrearing. Alas; parenthood. And he would continue to take bullets for you, even to his own detriment. You knew this. You had planned ahead for this.
As you peered down at your phone, smiling at an eagerly awaited reply, your daughter piped up, bouncing on little toes, her pigtails bouncing too.
"'lide, daddy. Let's go fast. Faster. Race you."
Kento hummed, smiling. "Slide, you mean?"
"I said it. 'lide." Your daughter moved to dart to the towering play area, a flash of lightning into a maelstrom, and you caught her. Kento was distracted, looking into the swarm of other peoples' children, oddly, as he looked at a swarm of Curses. You whispered into your daughters' ear as Kento slipped his boots off.
"Hey, missus, listen."
Your baby girl perked up, sweet and conspiratorial, goofy-teethed and dimple-cheeked, whispering back.
"What is it, mummy?"
"I've got a surprise for daddy. So don't tell him...come here, mummy needs to whisper."
Lips at an ear; tiny hands clasping over a mouth, fizzlepopping with excitement. A long finger against lips; a little finger against lips. A secret pact.
"Are you ready, young lady? I'll get you in three...two..."
Kento reached down for your daughter, his hands clawed, a wolfish grin on his lips. Your daughter knew what it meant; she shrieked with panicked laughter, bolting. The monster formerly known as 'Daddy' dashed after her.
The coffee was shit; you didn't mind, instead hyperfocused on how Kento and your daughter would dip out of sight into the rainbow maze, only to reappear minutes later, with Kento looking more ravaged each time.
On the first loop round, Kento looked unfazed, unruffled, still clipped in his t-shirt and jeans. You simply admired the sultry half-smile he offered you, and the cling of fabric to his thick biceps, before he swept after your daughter again.
On the fifth loop round, flicks of hair escaped over Kento's forehead, the veins on his arms prominent from throwing and tumbling and monstering. He panted, his muscle so much heavier to carry than your birdlike daughter's personal load. Kento's playful growl, running after your giggling daughter, was deeper; huskier. You squirmed, sipping your shit latte.
On the eleventh loop round, a fine sheen of sweat misted Kento's forehead, a flush dashed on high cheekbones. His broad chest heaved, and he stretched his arms back, cracking his neck from side-to-side, with a groan usually heard only when he exerted himself above you, for less wholesome pleasures.
With furrowed brows, Kento prowled the bottom of the slide, and your daughter shrieked, scrabbling to get away from him as he lunged. Your daughter was bicep-curled up to Kento's face, laughing uproariously at his ferocious tummy-raspberries, before being set free, once more, for the hunt. You could not cope, aching, desperately hoping you had the energy left to sweat for him at the end of the day.
By the twenty-first? twenty-third? twenty-fifth? loop round, Kento jogged to a heavy halt, his shoulder blades taut as he bent double, hands braced against his own knees. You heard him panting, cursing under his breath, one long rusty groan. It was all too much-- Kento needed a break. You were unhinged and unsupervised. Surely there had to be some relief--
"Yo, Mrs.Nanamin! Am I late?"
A vision in peach, Yuuji flopped into the chair opposite you, with hands in his pockets and man-spread with a square-jawed, boyish grin. He stood taller than Kento, now, a full-grown man...but still shrunk beneath Kento's chastisement and lectures.
"Right on time, Yuuji. Are you sure you don't mind? It's all a bit..." You looked into the raucous soft-play, searching for words, "...feral."
Yuuji beamed, ruffling his own hair and kicking his shoes off. "Nah. I was gonna go to the gym anyway, but this seems more fun as workouts go."
You called out to your daughter as she reached the bottom of the slide, and Kento looked up, sweating and exhausted. "Baby! Your big brother's here!"
A gasp of thrill from your daughter, and Kento was all but forgotten by her as she pelted towards Yuuji instead, leaping into his arms. She slapped his scrunched cheeks, aggressively overjoyed.
"Big brother-- big brother-- big brother--"
"Yeah yeah, little sister, little sister-- c'mon squirt, I'm gonna getcha! Hey-- Dad--- uh, Nanamin! Gotta go!"
Kento watched his children run away with dewy eyes, his body still thickened by exercise and heavy breaths. You bit your lip as Kento approached, eyes half-lidded as you drank him in. You watched his Adam's apple bob as he gulped back water and gasped, husky with relief.
"God, I love that boy." Kento rumbled.
You melted to see Yuuji reach the bottom of the slide with your daughter on his lap. "Yeah...me too."
"He's saved my life...three times, now."
You laughed, your eyes dipped, tugging Kento to you by the hem of his t-shirt and beckoning him down with one curled finger.
"Think you'll still have some energy later?" You whispered, your breaths mingling with promise.
Kento's eyes narrowed, glimmering, his nose kissing yours. "For that? Always."
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wanna hear your mother tongue
[gn! reader x dan heng, jing yuan, blade, jiaoqiu, ratio, aventurine, sunday, & boothill (separate)]
Thinking about how some of the HSR men would react to you calling them a term of endearment in a different language/your native language when you two are NOT an established couple... (for me it would be something along the lines of âcariñoâ or ïżœïżœmi vida,â but of course youâre welcome to imagine any term from any language that suits you best!)
DAN HENG is confused the first few times you use the nickname. His brow will furrow and he may even adorably tilt his head a bit. He knows by your affectionate tone that itâs not anything bad, but of course, it doesnât stop him from wanting to know exactly what it means.
Heâll turn to the data bank to look into the termâs origin and meaning, which causes him to fall down a rabbit hole of learning other terms of endearment from your language. You can expect him to shyly call you an endearment back the next time you use one on him, and heâs certainly blushing all the while.
JING YUANâs smirk and the sparkle in his eyes the first time you let the term of endearment fall from your lips are indicators that youâve made a terrible mistake. Whether or not youâre familiar with the dialect of the Alliance, heâll fire a nickname from his own mother tongue right back at you, trying to gain the upper hand by flustering you instead.
And by Lan, does he succeed; youâll keep the name-calling private and save it for when you two are alone, but he has no qualms about showering you with affection in front of a fleet of Cloud Knights, or even in front of the esteemed Fu Xuan. Good luck trying it on this oneâ youâll find yourself in a full-scale flirting war, and this is a battle you canât win.
BLADE isnât the most emotive guy out there (when heâs not mara-struck), so itâs hard to gauge his reaction, at first. His blank expression makes it seem like the nicknames just roll off his back, so after a while, you stop using them under the presumption that they make him uncomfortable.
This has the opposite effect, of course, and he starts being a bit clingier than usual and following you around with what is most definitely not a pout on his face. Itâs only when Kafka unsubtly points out that youâve stopped calling him those âcute nicknamesâ that you put two and two together, and you immediately work to make things right. He may not be the best with words, but heâs happy to show his contentment with your endearments by holding you close to him.
JIAOQIU is flustered the first time, flushing red and ears twitching as he tries to compose himself after being caught off guard. Every time after that, though, he grins and graces you with those gorgeous golden eyes when he hears it. His tail may even start swishing from happiness, but youâll never comment on it aloud, fearing that heâll consciously stop it from happening.
His reaction is enough on its own to encourage you to keep calling him those sweet names, but youâre certainly not complaining about the delicious food that he starts bringing you in droves. (It doesnât have anything to do with your little nicknames, donât be silly.)
VERITAS most certainly knows what the term means, and that causes him to be even more flustered the first time you use it on him. Heâs flushed from head to toe, and whatever tangent he was about to go on is completely lost to him, instead replaced by his silence as he hurriedly leaves wherever youâve decided to pull this over on him.
Heâs prepared the next time you do it, though. He doesnât so much as bat an eye at the endearment, but he does continue the conversation in your language, speaking it flawlessly. Now itâs your turn to be flustered as you realize you enjoy hearing him speak in your mother tongue more than you care to admit. If thereâs a slight smirk on his face from your reaction, neither of you acknowledge it.
AVENTURINEâs reaction is the reverse of how you would expect someone to react: flirt first, get flustered later. He doesnât need any encouragement to be flirtatious with you, so when he hears the unfamiliar endearment for the first time, he assumes itâs just a normal part of this little game you two have been playing with each other. Itâs easy for him to respond with endearments heâd heard older Avgins using growing up, and he even feels a bit giddy being able to use them on you.
Of course, heâs looking up meanings every time a new term pops up in your vocabulary, and his behavior takes a turn when he realizes youâve started using more intimate endearmentsâ ones typically reserved for spouses instead of those used for casual flirting. You think Aventurine looks good in any color, but youâre definitely partial to the light pink that graces his cheeks when he gets shy.Â
SUNDAY has been trained to remain carefully composed at all times, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Heâs another one that I think would actually know what the endearment means, so heâs immediately blushing and hiding behind his wingsâ a futile effort, since theyâre fluttering far too much to properly serve as a curtain for his flushed face. Once he gathers his bearings, he continues your conversation and acts like it never happened.
He reacts this way the first few times, but as you persist in your efforts, he decides to start playing along. Heâs not one to flirt back verballyâ he couldnât possibly make his intentions too obviousâ but he does take pleasure in the fact that he can have the same effect on you. If you try to comment on the way that he stands and sits much closer to you now or that his hands linger on your skin far longer than usual, an expression of innocence and casual deflection is all youâre met with. And donât you dare try to take the endearments back from him nowâ heâll only fluster you more until you start calling him those pretty names again.
BOOTHILL takes a few seconds to realize exactly whatâs happening, but once he does, youâre in danger. His confusion at the word almost distracts him from the tone you used while saying it, but he catches on quickly and is grinning widely when he does, all sharp teeth and adoration. He returns the favor in kind, and from that point forward you can expect to exclusively be referred to as âsweetheart,â âsugar,â âbeau,â and the like.
He canât get enough of the way the words roll off your tongue, and the sound of it gets him more drunk than any whiskey ever could. Keep things up, and you might find yourself being pulled toward him by the waist as he puts his hat on your head, finally making his feelings for you crystal clear.
#incredibly self-indulgent post#i admit this started with me imagining calling sunday âcariñoâ and it spiraled from there#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr dan heng x reader#dan heng x reader#hsr jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x reader#hsr blade x reader#blade x reader#hsr jiaoqiu x reader#jiaoqiu x reader#hsr ratio x reader#ratio x reader#hsr aventurine x reader#aventurine x reader#hsr sunday x reader#sunday x reader#hsr boothill x reader#boothill x reader#hsr x you#honkai star rail x you#ceru.writes
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show & tell (SMG x reader).
part of the love's an uncharted path universe â
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SUMMARY:
You have known Mingi since you both were fourteen. Youâve been by his side through thick and thin and you would do anything for him, really, considering heâs your other half. When he has an unfortunate bed experience and asks for your help and you say yes, he starts considering that, maybe, youâre just the best friend a guy like him can have.
PAIRING: best friend!mingi x afab reader.
GENRE: childhood best friends to ?
WORD COUNT: 8k.
WARNINGS: SMUT ✠(MINORS DNI) attempt !!! at comedy, wooyoung being a little shit, hwa being the voice of reason, sex talk, pet names (love and also dude and bro but in a sweet way), mingi scaring the sense out of you, descriptions of female anatomy, kissing, dirty talk (sort of), teasing, a little bit of voyeurism, fingering, squirting, almost getting caught, unresolved feelings.
NOTES: had to do a lot of research for this one, so i figured nothing better to post as my first fic here! this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3
POSTED: july 18th 2024.
masterlist. / part two.
âDelete her number right now!âÂ
âShe's such a bitch for saying that to youâŠâÂ
âAnd over text too? Wow.âÂ
âYeah, no, I didn't like her from the start.âÂ
Wooyoungâs living room comes to life once again that morning, voices echoing and insults flying out, all towards the girl Mingiâs seeing.Â
Was seeing. You're sure she's out of his usual rotation with the lovely shit show she just caused.Â
You stay silent, your eyes fixed on your best friend's expression, on his red cheeks and apologetic eyes because everyone told him that girl was bad news.Â
He should've listened to you when you told him you liked her friend better. She was a sweet girl, clearly had a thing for Mingi.Â
Unfortunately, Mingi has a type. And that type always ends up breaking his spirit one way or another.Â
But you stay silent, letting your friends have their little rants about how much of a bitch she is for hurting Mingi's ego like that, until he covers up his face with his hands and lets out a frustrated whine.Â
âThat's enough, everyone. I think he got it.â You smile a little and everyone turns to you, Yunhoâs chest heaving and everything but Seonghwa (who also kept his mouth shut all this time) interferes before anyone else has the chance to start again.
âYou know you shouldn't feel ashamed for that, right?â he asks Mingi, who slowly lowers his hands to his lap and looks at you for a brief second. You nod, confirming what Hwa says âNo one is born knowing everything and she shouldn't expect you to know how to make a girl squirt.âÂ
âJesus Christ,â Mingi whines again, closing his eyes âDon't say it like that.âÂ
âHow else should I say it?â Seonghwa is confused but he laughs a little bit and turns to you.Â
Being the only girl in the room, you think everyone it's expecting you to pick your friend up and join them in their insults but you can't (for Mingiâs sake). Instead, you let out a sigh âI mean, it's hard to even make it happen on your own without any help, Mingi. I don't know what the fuck she's on butâŠâ shrugging, you extend your arm to pat him in the shoulder two times âHwaâs right.âÂ
âSo you do know?âÂ
âWooââ Hongjoong reprimands right away and you turn to Wooyoung, confused.
âHuh?âÂ
âYou said that it's hard making it happen,â he explains, smiling because he just found a new target for the next few days âSo you must know.âÂ
Talking about sex with them was never difficult, it didn't make you uncomfortable whatsoever but you know what Woo is doing.Â
You look down at Mingi before answering though and his eyes are glued to the carpet, begging for the topic of his unfortunate encounter with that bitch to die on everyone's tongue.Â
So you take mercy on him.Â
âOh. I mean⊠Yeah.â You shrug once again, leaning back against the cushions on the couch while Wooyoung claps like he just heard the most hilarious joke ever.Â
âYou truly are amazing.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you get up from your comfy seat âSure. But it took a lot of practice and the whole ordeal was frustrating for me, so, again, I don't know what the fuck she was on,â you say again, smiling down at Mingi before taking a few steps towards the door âIt's noon already, by the way.âÂ
âShit.â Woo gets up quickly from his spot on the floor and everyone else follows suit.Â
âAlright, everyone out! We have a midterm to cheat on.â San calls out and everyone takes it as their sign to actually leave (not just hang around the apartment) and continue with their days.Â
This reunion was a little impromptu, just because Wooyoung texted everyone begging to come over and hang out with him and San before their online philosophy midterm.Â
âAnd by that he means that you need to stay,â Wooyoung hugs Seonghwa hard, almost begging him with his eyes âWe didn't studyïżœïżœ Don't look at me like that! Please?âÂ
âI'm not doing your fucking midterm for you!â
You chuckle, leaning on the door and waiting for your ride home to get his shoes on. When you look down at him again, Mingi mouths a thank you and you blow him a kiss.Â
When you get downstairs, you swear you still hear Wooyoung begging his senior to take the test for him.Â
Everyone is quiet in the car. You can tell they're tired from exams and life in general, so you don't press them with questions and just let the music play in the background while you look out the passenger window and, eventually, at Mingi.Â
His grip on the steering wheel lets you know he's a little more affected than he let on back there. But, again, you say nothing.Â
You know better than to pressure him into telling you his feelings.Â
Mingi and you have been friends forever. He lived a few houses down from yours, becoming your first friend when you moved to the city. You both were fourteen when it happened, so you've known him long enough to know what happens when he gets his heart broken.Â
Not that Mingi loved that girl or anything, but he never really took embarrassment well. He didn't when the first girl he liked rejected him in front of the whole ninth grade class and he didn't when his pants ripped in the middle of the stage while performing a routine with his dance team on senior year.Â
You stood by his side every single time and every single time he waited to sit down and let everything out, collect his feelings and talk to you through his frustrations. You really loved that about him, because he never said anything he regretted just because he was upset at the moment.Â
Maybe that's why you two have been friends for so long. Opposites attract, or whatever your mother told you one time.Â
In reality, you think it's because you two complement each other well.Â
He knows when to speak his mind and you're kind of impulsive, heart on your sleeve and sharp tongue ready to defend your and your loved ones honor if needed.Â
That's why it takes a lot of strength for you to not pull up that girl's number from his phone and give her a piece of your mind.Â
One by one, you drop your friends off in different parts of the city and when it's time to go into your own house, you circle the car and Mingi rolls his window down.
He reads the look you give him a little too well, so he opens his mouth to stop you but you shake your head.Â
âCall me, come over or just let me know if you need anything,â you start before he says anything âIf you need me to beat her up, I can do that too.âÂ
He huffs out a laugh âYou don't even know how to fight, love.â
You sigh at the nickname, he's been using it since the time you told him you had a crush on his friend, way bsck in highschool, and that you were positive you were going to get together and he would csll you love because that's what good boyfriend's do.Â
Turns out, you weren't exactly his friends type. Neither were the other girls in your school.Â
âI don't give a shit, I'll do it,â You two smile to each other fondly for a few seconds and then you tap the top of the car âThanks for the ride, dude.âÂ
âYouâre welcome, bro.â He rolls his eyes, annoyed because he hates when you call him that, but waits for you to get inside either way.Â
And in the solitude of your room, you wait.Â
You distract yourself with papers that are due in a few days, you start studying for your finals even though they're months away and you even go downstairs to say goodbye to your parents when they leave for a fancy dinner with their colleagues before you hear your phone ring.Â
Mingi's FaceTime comes right on time, because you were getting really anxious from the radio silence on his end.Â
âI have a small query for you.â He puts on an accent that makes you grimace immediately and he laughs at you.Â
âEw. Never do that ever again,â you beg, going back upstairs to your room âGo ahead.âÂ
âHow do you do it?âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âHow the fuck do you make yourself squirt, love?âÂ
Oh.Â
Definitely not the conversation you were hoping to have with him.Â
It caughts off guard and you stammer your response âUm⊠Youâ I mean, it's not really a thing I can explain.âÂ
âYou have such a way with words, though.âÂ
You stare at him through the screen, annoyed, and he just laughs again âDon't make me come over and beat you up.âÂ
âAlright, alright,â his giggling dies out and you distract yourself from the heat you feel creeping over your cheeks while putting away your statistics prep for the quiz you have next week. There's a bit of silence and then you hear him sigh âI do really want to know, though.âÂ
âIf you're asking me this to then go over to her house and prove her wrong, I'm not telling you shit.âÂ
âNo! No, that's not it at all,â he defends himself quickly when you turn your head to the camera, scowl in your face âWhen she asked me to do it, I really did try to make her, you knowâŠâÂ
âYou said squirt so freely a minute ago, Mingi,â you tease, smiling, but at his expression, you give in âWhat exactly did you do?âÂ
âI tried to, you know, do it like they do it in the movies,â he demonstrates his point with his free hand, his middle and ring finger down on his sheets, pressing and moving side to side âAnd she was enjoying it and she came, but nothing really⊠came out.âÂ
âWow, first of all: you make her come and she has the nerve to give you shit over text? I hate her,â you shake your head, disappointment written all over your face âand second of all, that was a terrible mistake.âÂ
âWhat? Going like this?â He does it again and you roll your eyes, laughing a second later.Â
âNo, dude, trying to porno your way into making her squirt.âÂ
âOh.â His movements on the sheets slow down and you grimace again.Â
âPlease stop doing that,â you beg and he snaps out of his thoughts to look at you through the screen. You take your phone and move to the bed, resting your head against the pillows with a huff.Â
You ponder for a moment. You're sure telling him what he wants to hear it's not really a threat to your friendship, but it's also something that's very personal and intimate. You can talk about sex with Mingi and the other guys, sure, what doesn't mean you tell them about your sex life.Â
Maybe that's why Wooyoung was so excited earlier today, because you spilled something that involves you directly and not something vague and general like you usually do.Â
âWould it give you peace of mind if I explained it to you?â You ask, your voice barely a whisper as you sit straight on the bed.Â
Your best friend takes what feels like a lifetime to respond and, when does, it's in a hushed tone as well âPlease.âÂ
You groan and you comply either way, trying to find the right words to even start âOkay, I'm going to be very technical about this.âÂ
âI wouldn't expect anything else from you.âÂ
His teasing tone makes you glare at him for a few seconds before dismissing it with a click of your tongue âThe very first thing you need to make sure happens, is that you wash your handsââÂ
âYes, Y/N, I'm not a virgin,â he huffs this time, annoyed âI know all of that, just skip to the part where I make her squirt.âÂ
âJesus, fine! I also want to clarify that this works on me and I'm not really sure if it'll work on anyone else, alright?â he nods and you look away from the screen because you're not sure how to look him in the eyes âThe first thing that I doâ The first thing that you need to do,â you correct yourself quickly âIs make sure she's comfortable. And I mean, the space. Towels, water bottles⊠She needs to hydrate a lot.âÂ
âHydrate⊠a⊠lotâŠâ You turn your head to the screen and your jaw goes slack at what you see.Â
âAre you writing this down?!âÂ
âIâm making sure I don't forget anything!âÂ
âYou're unbelievableâŠâ You let out under your breath and take a deep one before resuming the, apparently, class âSquirting can be confused as peeing andââÂ
âShit, hold on.â He interrupts and you hear his momâs voice at the door, asking him something you can't really catch through the shitty airpod audio âIt's just Y/N⊠I'm not really saying anything so I don't understand how I'm being too loud forâ Yes ma'am.âÂ
You try not to laugh because he's literally being scolded right in front of you.Â
Old habits die hard, and Mingi's mom loves to put him on the spot.Â
Your laugh dies hard as well, because the next words, for some reason, make your heart drop to your ass.Â
âShe's telling me to either cut it out or go to your house, so⊠I'm coming over.âÂ
âOh, Iâ Hello?â Your lockscreen mocks you because the call literally ended before you could tell him to go and fuck himself âShit.âÂ
You don't know why you panic, but you do. You tidy up the room, you change your pijamas into something more presentable and you try to remember what were you telling him before he pulls open your bedroom door.Â
âMingi! Fuck, you scared the shit out of me â you're panting, hand over your chest.Â
Heâs also panting, like he runned to get to your house, but he looks dumbfounded by your reaction âYour mom literally gave me the spare keys in your presence.â Â
When he steps closer, you notice he's wearing cologne and that his hair it's a little wet, still, so you figure he took a shower before calling you tonight.Â
Which means he probably wanted to sleep everything off, like he usually does, but whatever this is made him call you.Â
âYeah! But I thought youâ Nevermind.â He shrugs and gives your hair a kiss before he moves to sit at your desk, the same way he usually does when he steals your laptop and notes to complete his assignments for the few classes you share.Â
God. Somehow, you wish he was doing just that so it brings back some sense of normalcy. Maybe then, your heart can calm down enough for you to understand why this specific situation has your senses going insane.Â
You sit back down on your bed and try to get your heart back to its place in the meantime.Â
âThey're not home, right? I didn't see your dadâs car.âÂ
âCompany dinner.âÂ
âAh.â He nods and you both fall in uncomfortable silence. It shouldn't be awkward, but it kind of is, even if you laugh when he pulls out the notebook he was writing on from underneath his oversized shirt and steals a pen from your pencil case, it's still a little weird.Â
You gulp.Â
âSo, squirting can be confused as peeing.â He recalls the last thing you said with a smile and then he turns to look at you for a second âGo on.âÂ
You're grateful he's taking notes all of the sudden. He's turned to you, so you have a clear view of his back and you can freely take a grounding breath before continuing âIt can make you feel very uncomfortable if you think you're going to pee yourself and that's really why most women don't squirt in the first place.âÂ
âYou sound like you're reading a text book.â He confesses with a laugh.Â
âI told you, I'm being very technical about thisâ Besides, I did my research when I was trying toâŠâ you gulp again âYou know.âÂ
âYou said squirt so freely a minute ago.â Mingi teases you the same way you teased him earlier and you squint your eyes in return.Â
âVery funny. Anyways⊠Yeah, when you feel that, you usually tense up. You need to relax before even making it happen,â he nods, writing it down quickly âI also read that, depending on the person, you can confuse the liquid with, like, usual⊠arousal? Yeah, arousalâ you sound more confident the second time you say it, unsure on how to call it because you never really explained anything related to your vagina to anyone else.Â
He turns to you, confused âSo⊠If she doesn't squirt a lot, how can I tell if she did it?âÂ
âI guess you'll notice it in her reaction?â You shrug and then cough a little to try and get rid of the sudden lump on your throat âI mean, it's not my case, so I wouldn't⊠I wouldn't know that.âÂ
Mingi, because -you guess- hates you, just raises a brow and looks you over one time before turning back to his notes.Â
âA-anyways,â you cough again âIt's all in her g-spot. It happens because it gets stimulated and that g-spot it's likeâŠâ you, once again, try to find the ideal words to explain âIt's like the upper wall of the vagina? No, no, that's not right,â you see him draw a line over what he clearly wrote down on the paper and you laugh, apologetic âIt's more like the, uh⊠Like the front wall of it.âÂ
âFront wall?âÂ
âY-yeah?â you offer, nervous and unsure âI mean⊠Ugh, let me explain again. Something that you need to take into account is that you can only find it if she's really, really turned on.âÂ
âO⊠kay.âÂ
âSort of like when you get hard we, uh, also get hard. Just differently,â you notice he's no longer taking notes when you turn to him again and the room is suddenly very hot.Â
The ACâs on, right?Â
Fuck.Â
âAnd apparently it only really shows up when you're really aroused. The g-spot, I mean,â Quickly, you're up from your bed and walking around it, fetching your water bottle and taking a big gulp of it with your eyes closed.Â
Mingi clears his throat a second later.Â
âSo it feels hard to the touch orâŠâÂ
âNot really, um⊠It kinda feels like a berry.âÂ
He laughs âWhat?âÂ
âYeah, it's kind of soft but it has a texture to it too. And we, uh⊠have this gland that fills up with the liquidâ Kind of like a prostate gland! Yeah, that's what that article said,â putting even more distance within Mingi and you, you sit back on the bed, just on the other side âIf you try to do it before it fills up, you end up with nothing. That's what frustrated me the whole time I was learning how to do it.âÂ
âYou didn't drink enough water?âÂ
âNo, noâ It fills up when you get really turned on. And when I was trying, I was trying way too hard and didn't, uh⊠I didn't do a lot of foreplay before trying, s-so.â You nod, finishing the explanation in a softer voice.Â
Your cheeks feel hot and you swear your upper lip is sweating a bit. Why would you even say that?Â
âY-you didn't touch yourself enough orâŠ?âÂ
âExactly, I didn't, I just⊠Tried t-to stimulate it. Wasn't even wet enough so I used, uh, lube.âÂ
âOh⊠Lube. Sure, okay.â He nods again, and then moves his hand over his face, looking away for a second âAnd then?âÂ
âI'm not really sure how to⊠Give me a second.â
What were you even telling him before exposing yourself like that? Before the tension in the room skyrocketed in a suffocating way? You're not sure.Â
Oh, foreplay. Okay, what's next?Â
âFingering,â you say out loud when you remember and at the sudden word Mingi turns to you, eyes wide and you stumble over your words yet again âY-you need to finger her to stimulate the g-spot, duh.âÂ
âDon't duh me, Y/N, I'm learning!âÂ
âSorry!âÂ
âOkay! Now what do I do when⊠fingering.âÂ
That makes you frown. You're not really sure what to tell him next. So you look straight ahead and, unintentionally, move your ring and middle finger the way you do when you're touching yourself.Â
In the silence of the room, you audibly hear Mingiâs breath hitching and that draws you back to reality.Â
When you look at him, his eyes are solely focused on your fingers.Â
âI don't really know how to explain this next part.â You sound apologetic, your lips tensing into a straight line.Â
A bit passes.Â
And then another one and another one where Mingi looks at you with a weird, foreign expression on his face.Â
So you open your mouth to apologize to him, but he beats you to it.Â
âThen show me.âÂ
You swear you never even heard him sound like that before. Or maybe you have, the tone of voice similar to when he just wakes up, low, grouchy, as if his throat might be dry.Â
It just never affected you this way.Â
âW-what?â you blink hard, a few times, trying to focus on whatever the hell is going on.Â
âShow me how you do it⊠I-if you want to.âÂ
âMingi!âÂ
âI justâ Look, you don't have to,â he says right away âIf you don't want to, you can forget I ever asked but I'm so⊠curiousâ, he says, getting up from your desk chair and planting his knee into the bed âAnd I'm also really butthurt over what happened. I want to learn but I don't really have anyone else to ask.âÂ
âWhat about, uh⊠Minseo! Yeah, what about her?â you offer quickly, also getting up.Â
âSan's ex?!âÂ
âI don't know any other woman that you also know, Mingi!âÂ
He gulps and breathes heavily, gathering his words, his thoughts, just like he always does and you remember: This is Mingi. Your Mingi. The Mingi you've known for years and care about more than anything.Â
âI'm asking you because I trust you,â he says, looking you over once again âAnd because if I fail, you're not⊠going to make fun of me for it.â
There it is.Â
You soften at that and he seems to relax at your reaction. His demeanor lets you know he's not just saying that because he wants to see you touch yourself, he's being honest.Â
So you decide to be honest, as well. In a whisper, because your voice will tremble and give away how strongly you feel about his request.Â
âI've never done it in front of anyone before.âÂ
âSo no one has ever make youââÂ
âNo,â you confirm before he even gets it out and you sigh âI never ask for it and I haven't really⊠I've only slept withââÂ
âHangyeol.â He nods and scrunches his nose in disgust at the memory of your highschool boyfriend. They never really got along and it was a shame, because Han was a great guy, he just wasn't the one for you.Â
âMingi,â you walk over to him and he straightens up his spine âThis could really⊠I mean, there's no getting rid of me on this lifetime, buddy,â reminding him makes him smile and you do as well, nervous, your body on high alert âBut this could mess us up.â You finish in a whisper.Â
âI'm not letting that happen.â He says back, eyes scanning your face before zeroing on your eyes âThere's no getting rid of me either, love.âÂ
That nickname is going to be the death of you, you're sure. It makes you suck in air you very much need at this moment.Â
Fuck it.Â
âI'll⊠get the towels, then.â You smile a little even though your cheeks are burning and you feel a little dizzy while holding his gaze, but you don't back down.Â
Before you move, though, he stops you with his hand holding your waist âI know where they are. Stay here.âÂ
You could literally melt right now. And you know it's a short trip to the downstairs hallway closet from your room, so you make sure you strip your duvet before things get messy.Â
You should go to the bathroom, too, to clean yourself up a bit before Mingi finds out what you find out when you sit on your bed.Â
You're so wet.Â
And it's so fucking embarrassing, because you're not supposed to feel this way for him, for this.
Because, if anything, this is clearly just an educational experience.
And if Mingiâs excited look when he re-enters your bedroom tells you otherwise, you're choosing to ignore it for the clearly educational experienceâs sake.Â
âThese will do?âÂ
You take the two mismatched towels and place them on the bed right away, not even looking at him.Â
âYep.âÂ
You think he nods but you're not sure, you just caught a glimpse of him moving towards your desk while you pretend to fix the towels in the bed to perfection.Â
âOkay, so⊠You need to, uh, be comfy and shit. Drink water, you just did that a few minutes agoâŠâ when you turn to him, he's reading his notes like he's actually about to conduct an experiment and you chuckle before shaking your head âThe⊠The foreplay part should be next, right?âÂ
âRightâŠâ you drag out, biting the inside of your cheek before he looks back at you.Â
âYou look really tense, Y/N,â he deadpans, looking down at his notes again âYou need to relax so it can happen, right?âÂ
âYou're about to see me touch myself and you think I can relax?âÂ
âOh,â he frowns, immediately and then blinks a few times to refocus, you think âI'm not the one doing it?âÂ
âUh⊠Yes? Later? I thought you wanted to see me first, y-you⊠You asked me to show youâŠâÂ
You can feel him think, the gears on his brain twisting and you think he's going to backpedal at any second because he's not really saying anything. Then you see it, the moment the image crosses his mind.Â
And the next second you have him in front of you, towering over your form and then he's not.
Getting on his knees, he tentatively places a hand on your knee and parts your legs so you can make room for him to touch the end of the mattress with his chest and raise his chin just enough to make you think he's asking you to kiss him.
Oh God, you want to kiss him.Â
His voice is a sweet murmur when he speaks again âShow me how to get you there, love,â he sounds like he's pleading, like he's begging you to instruct him and your breath catches when he moves his hand up your thigh âWhat do you like?âÂ
Your mouth moves before you can even think âKiss me.âÂ
You don't even notice you're leaning forward until his breath fans against your chin and he tilts his head even more so that your noses touch.Â
âHow do you like being kissed?âÂ
You breathe out a laugh, a little annoyed by his constant questioning âFigure it out, Mingi.â And then the last thing you see is his smirk before his mouth presses against yours.Â
It's not what you expect. If anything, you expected him to take the lead. Han used to do so, all the guys you've ever kissed did it as well. You don't really know why his patience surprises you, but it does and if your heart could race even more, it would.Â
Because he waits for your guidance, waits for you to grab his shirt and jank him closer, waits for you to sigh against him and then returns the gesture when he feels your fingers move upwards and tangle in his dark hair.Â
His mouth is complying to yours, his tongue is exploring it and wetting your lips in the process and you've never felt this good with anyone before.Â
That's something you'll need to unpack later, but your brain disconnects when your best friend lets out a noise the second his hands touch your waist under your shirt and you forget, for a split second, that the point of this is to have you on your back pleasing yourself for him to learn.Â
Because you want nothing more than to hear him make that noise again.Â
The kisses grow needy and so do you when he trails a path with his wet lips from your chin to your neck and the next thing you know is that your back is against the towels you laid down before and his mouth is kissing the valley of your breasts over the cotton of your shirt.Â
You look down and it takes a second for him to feel you staring before he looks up at you âShould we take this off?âÂ
Your voice gives away how gone you are when you reply a simple yes and your shirt is on the floor the next instant.Â
Now, you're sure this is not the first time Mingi has seen you in your underwear. You both have gone swimming before and he has walked into your room a million times while you're getting ready. You're even sure he's seen you walk out from your bathroom in this specific bra before⊠But he's staring at you like it's the first time he's been able to trace the way your breasts spill a little bit over the fabric of this old bra you decided to wear today, like it's the first time he's allowed himself to enjoy it.Â
Like it's the first time he's allowing himself to feel any sort of attraction for you.Â
âFuck,â you whisper, shallow breath hitting his cheek when he returns his mouth to your jaw âLet me⊠Come here.âÂ
You scoot up until your head rests against your pillows and he follows, resting his body weight on his side and chasing your mouth when you turn your face to him.Â
You should speed this up. There's no way you're not going to feel like shit if tomorrow you wake up and remember you're letting yourself enjoy this more than you should.Â
Thereâs no reason for you to lose your breath when his fingertips trace softly the skin under your breasts or for your legs to grant him access so quickly when they reach your belly and bypass every other part of your body before going straight in between them.Â
And he notices it too.Â
âI don't know why I asked you so many questions before,â he starts, turning his hand so that he back of it and his nails start caressing the inside of your thighs through your sweatpants âI know what you like. I pay attention to you whenever we're talking about sex with the guys.âÂ
You frown, about to remind him that you never speak directly about your own experiences but he continues his ministrations, giving your other thigh attention âI usually watch you closely in case any of it makes you uncomfortable, but I notice your reactions when they speak about something that you like.âÂ
Oh. Heart on your sleeve, your biggest flaw.Â
âLike that one time Woo was going on and on about marking and you couldn't stop fidgeting on your seatâŠâ his nose traces your jaw softly before his teeth take the skin underneath it and you gasp just enough to prove him right âOr that time Yunho said he hated teasing because he's an impatient little shitâ he chuckles, his index finding the spot next to your mound and going down slowly until his knuckle graces the crevice where your leg and your hip connect âand you defended it until we had to stop you guys from yelling each other over itâŠâÂ
Your breath shakes and your eyes close at the sensation âMingiâŠâÂ
âAm I wrong?âÂ
You shake your head no and you can all but hear him smile when he speaks again.Â
âOf course I'm not.âÂ
You open your eyes and expect him to look at you the way he does when you're unable to defend yourself against his quips, but he's not. His eyes are following his own actions and his bottom lip is pulled by his teeth when he takes the fabric of your sweatpants and pulls it up, enough to give you some friction where you need it the most.Â
âCan I take this off?âÂ
âFuck, y-yes.âÂ
Joining your shirt on the ground, you're left only in your underwear while Mingi is fully clothed and it bothers you out of nowhere.Â
âYou're so wet alreadyâŠâ he observes and you blush, puffing some air and covering your eyes with you hand. He just laughs âThat's a good thing, it means that I'm doing okay.âÂ
He's doing more than okay. Damn all the experience he has and the way he reads you so well.Â
But his sweet tone gives you some clarity and you support your weight on your hand to fix your position on the bed.Â
âAlright, let's⊠resume the lesson before my parents get home.âÂ
âThey probably won't for now. The company dinners last until like⊠two in the morning, usually, right?âÂ
âThat's when they decide to go out for drinks.âÂ
âYour mom always wants to go out for drinks.âÂ
âLet's not talk about my mom right now!â you beg and he laughs again, making you chuckle alongside him and you're glad he's talking all of this -the kissing, the teasing, the sweet-talk and the wet patch on your underwear- so well.Â
The awkwardness from before dissipated the moment he got on his knees in front of you and all that followed was this lovely tension you're dying to keep between the two of you forever even though you shouldn't.Â
âShow me, love,â he pleads and you sigh, his mouth finding your cheek for a quick second, encouraging you âAnd then you can show me how to make you feel good, too.âÂ
You stare at him for a few seconds âDamn, you're good,â he shakes his head and you smile, getting rid of your underwear and pushing the quick moment of embarrassment being bare with him in the room gives you âRemember that this is what works for me, okay?âÂ
He nods and then props himself up so he can see it better.Â
You take a second before your fingers dive into your wet folds and, when you do, you gasp at the feeling.Â
You've never been more wet just for kissing and teasing before. What the fuck.Â
You do what you usually do when you're alone for a while and try to contain yourself from moaning because Mingi's eyes keep moving from your fingers to your face. Then, you remember you should be talking him through it, as well.Â
âYou see how I'm building it up?â you start, chest heaving and he hums as his reply âI'm not trying to make myself come but I'm kinda just⊠edging myself a little bit.âÂ
âEdging,â he repeats and then hisses when he sees your thumb pressing into your clit just how you like it, making you sigh heavily âI know all about that, that's good.âÂ
âY-you do?âÂ
âYou'll be surprised,â he smiles, proud of himself.Â
âOkay,â you continue, taking a deep breath âThen you know about prepping, too,â he nods âSo, a finger firstâŠâ you say, swallowing hard when your index makes its way into your cavity without much effort.Â
Dragging back and forth for a minute or so, you're incapable of containing yourself any longer. Air leaves your mouth in pants and your eyes close when you drag the pad of your finger upwards, locating your g-spot with ease because you're used to it.
âAnd then, two fingers.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âLook at the position of my hand. I read that these two fingers work the best because they're longer than the rest, althoughâŠâ you look at Mingi's hand over your belly. You didn't even noticed before this that he was touching you, but he is and his thumb is tracing a pattern that both relaxes you and sends shivers down your spine âI'm sure that it won't be a problem for you, huh?âÂ
He sends a cocky smirk your way and you would've smacked him if you weren't so⊠preoccupied.Â
Pressing your precious spot and then dragging back and forward, you stop the movements altogether. It felt too good, way more than good and it's a different sensation of what you're used to.Â
And it's all because of him.Â
You look at his side profile, his eager eyes commiting to memory what you're doing to yourself, probably taking mental notes now that his notebook is long forgotten over at your desk andâŠÂ
He deserves this. He deserves to be the one to have this, just tonight.Â
You hate to leave what feels like it's about to be your best orgasm in the hands of someone who's just learning, yet alone a man.
But Mingi is not just any man.Â
âMingi,â you call and his curious eyes leave your heat a second later âyour turn.âÂ
âDid you⊠Did it happen? I didn't see anythiââÂ
âNo,â you interrupt him, your fingers leaving you and you turn to him, your clean hand finding his face âshow me what you learned.âÂ
His mouth parts, but you have a newfound confidence and a glint in your eyes that is new, so nothing comes out.Â
âProve that bitch wrong.âÂ
That seems to do it.Â
His eyes go from being confused to spark with determination and want and electricity runs through you again because he seems so relieved he gets to touch you sooner than expected.Â
Shyness and nervousness buried six feet under, you both smile to each other before you feel him.Â
His fingers gathering your wetness, his thumb finding your clit with ease and expertise.Â
âWettest pussy I've ever touched.â You can tell he's a little lost in the heat of the moment but it's okay. So are you.Â
Fuck.Â
It's been way too long since someone else touched you this way, so you all but melt at the circles he draws on your clit. He paid close attention before, because he's touching you just the way you like it.Â
âThat feels so goodâŠâÂ
âYeah?â he asks, dark eyes finding yours before a particular stroke forces you to close them. And then he gathers enough slick to insert his ring finger inside and you can't help the moan that slips past your lips.Â
You lift your hand to cover your mouth, but Mingi clicks his tongue in feign disappointment âI want to hear if I'm making you feel good, love. Don't hold back on me just because this is unconventional.âÂ
The worries die altogether with that.Â
And now that you have free reign to stop containing yourself, you don't know how to stop.Â
It's not long before his index joins his other finger but he doesn't go for it right away. He fucks you slowly, allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of his way longer, way thicker digits until they slide in and out with little effort.Â
His pace picks up after what feels like ages and your hand fists his shirt for the second time tonight, nodding and moaning in encouragement.Â
âDeeper,â you instruct âcurl them upwards and go deeper, you'll feel it then.âÂ
He obeys immediately, his chest heaving and his mouth parting in delight when he finds it. The pad of his finger presses down on it tentatively and your grasp on his shirt hardens.
âIs that it?â you nod and he does it again, which earns another moan âWhat do I do now?âÂ
Before you completely get lost in the feeling, you decide to drop the step by step bullshit aside and give him the full instruction in hopes that he'll remember it all without fucking up: âWhat works for me is pressing⊠Fuck, yeah, just like that a-and thenâŠâ you take deep breath âJust a little harder⊠Yeah, then rub it in a circular motion while maintaining that same pressure⊠Fuck, Mingi!âÂ
He's a little too good at following instructions, because he touches you like he's been doing this forever and soon you feel the familiar swell, the usual buildup of it all and he's taking you over the age like it's nothing.Â
You forget how to speak, you forget how to tell him what he needs to do next and so, when you finally explode, you take his wrist and place his two fingers over your clit.Â
When you move them side by side, he lets out a fascinated giggle but knows exactly what to do.Â
A second later, your release is coating your thighs and the towels underneath you and you don't register anything else because your ears are ringing.Â
Did you lose consciousness for a second? It feels like you did.Â
That was the best fucking orgasm you've ever felt in your entire life.Â
And when you come back down, you only register the sound of your breathing and plump lips kissing your face, his fingers stopping their pace once he realizes you're done with it.Â
Opening your eyes, you stare at your popcorn ceiling for a second. Then, you look at Mingi who's already staring at you with a what the fuck just happened expression.Â
It makes you laugh. Softly at the beginning, post-orgasm bliss takes over but then Mingi laughs too and your whole chest swells with inexplicable pride.Â
You don't think twice before kissing him again. When you realize you did it, you pull back and blink at him like he didn't make you see stars three seconds ago.Â
âThat wasâŠâ his eyes do the thing he usually does. You never notice it until now, but he scans your face so frequently you've grown used to it, but now⊠It feels different. His teeth nip his bottom lip and he shakes his head before speaking âCome here, love.âÂ
And then he's kissing you again, slow, intimate, beyond the stupid lesson you just taught him.Â
But you don't mind it one bit.Â
You sit up, getting on your knees on the bed and basically forcing him to do the same. Ignoring the gross sensation of the wet towel underneath you, you pull him further into you until his chest presses against yours, until his hands roam your body and settle on your waist, securing the embrace.Â
This time, when you pull away, there's this whole unspoken new thing between you.Â
âThat wasâŠ?â you press, smiling a bit, pulling both you and him back to reality.Â
Right now, with you half naked and his hard-on pressing on your belly, it's not the time to discuss your feelings.Â
âPossibly the coolest thing I've seen,â he starts, giggling when you roll your eyes âand the hottest thing I've seen, too,â you shrug, dismissing his stare because it's making you feel hot all over your body, again âand I'm really, really grateful you said yes, love.âÂ
The soft tone he uses to say the last bit relaxes you and you nod, deciding it's not the time to tell him you never even came like that on your own.Â
Instead, you decide to grasp this intimate moment and extend it as much as you can. You can see Mingi is not expecting it when you reach his sweatpants and let your shaky thumb trace the outline of his cock.Â
Closing his eyes, he lets out a pleased sigh before he grabs you by the back of your neck and rests his forehead against yours.Â
âThis is supposed to be purely educational, Y/NâÂ
âIs that what you want it to be?â you softly ask, pulling your hand away but then his hips buck and chase after your touch, making you smile despite the emotions swelling in your chest âLet me help you⊠PleaseâŠâÂ
âFuck, don't beg me, love.âÂ
âDon't make me beg, then.âÂ
What the fuck are you even doing?Â
âY/N, Iââ he stops suddenly and you're too lost in the moment to notice why.Â
But then the sound of keys and a door closing downstairs scares the fuck out of you and you push Mingi away without thinking it through.Â
He lands with a thud on your bedroom floor, next to your discarded clothes.Â
âWhat the fuck, Y/N?â he whispers-shouts, both shocked and offended, but you're getting off your bed and picking up your clothes and the soaked towels so you don't really care about his feelings right now.Â
âBathroom. Now.âÂ
You're so blessed for having your bedroom right next to the upstairs bathroom. And so blessed that it is your bathroom and you don't have to share it. Youâll get on your knees and thank your gods afterwards, but right now you can only think one thing.
Don't get caught.Â
Lord knows you'll never hear the end of it if Mingi walks out of here with a hard-on. Your dad will kill him, your mom will cheer because she loves the idea of you and Mingi together and you'll probably pack your bags and move away if it happens.Â
When you lock the door behind you and make a quick show of putting your underwear and pants back on, you hear Mingi chuckle.Â
âWe can always tell them we're having a sleepover, Y/N, you didn't have to karate kick me off the damn bed!âÂ
âHush!â But he just keeps giggling at your very obvious flustered state.
You're about to rip him a new one when he takes two strides, backs you against the bathroom sink, and catches your lips in a quick, sweet kiss and all your worries dissolve just like that.Â
âGuess they didn't go for drinks after all..âÂ
âYou think?â cocking your head to side, the smile on your lips can't be fought at this point.Â
He returns it and leans in for another kiss, longer this time and you sigh against his mouth before pulling away because you really, really shouldn't be doing this right now.Â
You hear your mother calling your name and then footsteps up the stairs. A murmured she must be sleeping and a hum from your father before they pass the bathroom door. You truly only relax when you hear their door closing at the end of the hallway.Â
âOkay, we're safe now.âÂ
âWhen were we ever not safe?âÂ
âWhen I was half naked on my bed, Mingi!âÂ
He shakes his head with a smile and takes a step back.Â
You clear your throat.Â
âI really did want to help you out butââÂ
âRaincheck?â he asks and at you hesitation to say yes, he continues âIf you want to. If you don't, it's okay. We⊠We'll figure it out, okay?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
He smiles again âGood, uhâŠâÂ
Mingi seems unsure on what to do next. Feeling the same, you decide the best thing to do is to get him out of here.Â
Opening the bathroom door, you carefully peek into the hallway, taking his hand in yours and beckoning him to follow you down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.Â
âShit, your shoesâŠâ you whisper.Â
âI don't think they noticed if they didn't barge into the bedroom to check on us like they usually do, love.â He returns, in the same tone.Â
That does nothing to ease your mind, but he makes sure to put them on quickly and then grabs your shoulders, shaking you in a teasing manner.Â
âQuit worrying, Y/N. I can feel you thinking.âÂ
Of course he does. There's no one, in this world, that knows you better than him.Â
It makes your heart flutter and it shouldn't. But you're getting on your tippy toes and stealing a parting kiss before you think about it too much.Â
It's irresponsible for you to do so, but Mingi grabs your waist and extends the duration of the kiss and suddenly you don't give a fuck about your parents or anyone else finding out about this⊠shift in your dynamic.Â
âSee you tomorrow?â he asks against your lips and you nod.Â
âSee you tomorrow.âÂ
And with that, he leaves.Â
You lock the door and practically run to your room after.Â
What the fuck have you done?
If you read all the way down here: THANK YOU SO MUCH. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and since itâs an open ending (sort of), let me know if you want a second part!Â
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â PUFF , PUFF , FUCK ! â â G. SUGURU
á„«áĄ. synopsis : riding suguru while heâs high .
tags : smut, p in v, smoking, cowgirl, biting, dirty talk, all lowercase, not proofread !
a/n : sugutiva .
geto manspreads lazily against the couch with a fat blunt placed on his kiss bitten lips. his red eyes distantly travel over the expanse of your swaying body. the effects of the sativa is apparent in his hazed body language.
your eyes pick up on the way how he barely parts his mouth to sexily exhale the cloud of built up smoke. you canât stop whining; the way how his eyes are lazy but still feel so heavy on your body makes you almost numb.
he tuts when he notices you suppressing your moans and babbles. his favorite sounds.
â nahhh, donât do that now,â his voice is smooth as it travels sparks of pleasure through your bodyâ despite sounding a bit strained due to your walls continuing to clamp around him tightly. â donât hold back those pretty sounds, sweetheart. wanâa hear how cock drunk you can be.â his thumb tugs at your bottom lip thatâs caught in between your two rows of teeth. he smiles when a sharp moan tumbles out your mouth as the tip of dick constantly knocks against your sweet spot.
â suguuu, p-pleaseâ you feel sâgood!â your words come out as a jumbled slur. heâs so bulky, the stretching sensation in your pussy quickly bleeds into pleasure as your bounces on his lap quickly becomes rowdy. your thighs burn with sweet heat from the expand.
he looks at you with the slyest expressionâ akin to one of a catâs. â yeah? tell me more baby. beg for me to touch you so this filthy pussy can cum on my cock.â his hand slides around your hips to give your ass a few sharp slaps, spurring you on.
a tease is perfect word to describe getoâ he loved making you bluntly spell out what you wanted even when he knew.
â i want you to t-touch me,â
â be specific girl, thereâs many places on your body that i want to touch.â he quickly corrects you, the hand holding the once lit blunt is thrown over the back of the couch loosely as he focuses his attention on you.
you huff out before complying. â please⊠i want you to rub my clit tilâ i cum!â even to your own ears you sound quite pathetic.
but suguru thinks otherwiseâ he casually gives you a grin at your plead, giving your ass another heartfelt grab before maneuvering his hand to give your throbbing clit itâs desired attention. his thumb presses down on the bud before motioning tight circles, inflicting a noisy whine from the new wave of pleasure, leading you closer to your orgasm.
â likeee this?â he asks and you reply with new frantic moves of your hips. â mhmm.. seems like it. your practically gushing on my cock baby.â he takes in the scene with amusement.
he bites back an unusual moan from creeping out when your body slams down harsher this time, feeling your pussy rock and hold his leaking cock snuggly almost has him seeing stars. the thumb on your clit speeds as suguru throws his head back, his chest and neck a flushed sweaty mess as strands of his black hair sticks to his damp skin.
heâs growing stupid from you bouncing your pussy on him repeatedly in that hypnotic mannerâ and that sight alone almost rips your orgasm out of you.
you lean over to nip his adamâs apple, your pussy contracts when you feel his breath hitch. â fuuck, thatâs it. fuck yourself silly on me, just like that, girl.â he pauses before he lets out a shaky breathâ itâs unintentional, but his voice alone drags you into your powerful orgasm.
you force your hips to continue rocking against him while increased squelches resonates through the fuzzy room along with your combined moans. you feel sparks of electricity shoot through your limbs, your cunt squeezes more slick out, creating a translucent ring around the hefty base of his cock.
you donât get a moment to calm down from your high because suguruâs hand moves from your clit to grab your hipâ his grip boards on painfully but you donât get to dwell on it as his warm fluid paints your walls a creamy white and your mind blank.
his cum is so warm and it makes you feel full inside, he ruts his hips up erratically to make broken hiccups escape your mouth before he eventually stops.
in the aftermath you only focus on the shallow breaths and pants escaping your bodies, suguru breaks the silence. â i⊠canât feel my dick right now.â his voice is much different than before⊠more breathless. despite that, when you try to lift yourself off his hand pulls your hip down as his body shifts to grab something.
when you hear the familiar flicks of a lighter igniting, you lift your head back up to be greeted with suguru taking a final puff of the blunt, his chest whiffs up with smoke.
you watch as he keeps his chest tight, holding the sativa in his lungs, before he slightly lifts two fingers off the lighter to motion you to come forward for a kiss.
once you do, he exhales into your mouth with his hand holding your jaw tightly and you accept the wave of warmth greedily. the earthy taste hits before flooding your senses hazily and you take in all of what suguru gives you with blissful content. the effects of the suguru and the sativa makes your mind and limbs go misty.
when you part, your lips are still connected with a thin line of spit before you lap it up with a erotic smirk.
â round two?â before he can answer, your hips start to slowly wind up again.
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