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simplygojo · 7 months ago

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The Cool Uncle Blurbs - JJK Men

author's note ⸺ Heyyy, so I have been told by a few of y'all that I need to write shorter blurbs, so this was my practice piece! Each character's blurb is about 1k each...writing something this short is so foreign to me, I am so used to having 8k minimums for school, so this may take practice! Please let me know if you like these shorter blurbs :)

pairings ⸺ Toji Fushiguro x reader; Satoru Gojo x reader; Kento Nanami x reader; Suguru Geto x f!reader

inspo ⸺ Inspired by some art by @clemenlush (linked here) that inspired me to write the JJK men as cool uncles, lol. Let me know if any of y'all want me to do another character!!

warnings ⸺ alcohol use, suggestive jokes, baby fever!, mention of baby-making!, reader uses female pronouns, reader presumed to have a vag!na, softboys & fluff

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✧.* — TOJI FUSHIGURO — ✧.*

You glanced at Toji as he steered the car down the quiet, tree-lined street. The low hum of the engine was the only sound between you two, but that familiar weight of his presence filled the silence. He always carried himself with an easy confidence, a kind of quiet power that made him stand out without even trying.

“You don’t have to look so annoyed,” you teased, catching the subtle furrow in his brow as he pulled into Jinichi’s driveway.

Toji didn’t say anything at first, just smirked and glanced sideways at you. “I’m not annoyed,” he grumbled, though the slight tilt of his mouth said otherwise. “Just not exactly in the mood for the family dinner crap.”

You rolled your eyes.

Classic Toji.

“Be nice. It’s just dinner. You’re not walking into a fight,” you reminded him with a soft laugh, unbuckling your seatbelt. “And you know exactly how much your nephew adores you.”

That earned you a low chuckle as he cut the engine and slouched back in his seat.

“Kid's got good taste. I’m the only fun one ‘round here.”

You both stepped out of the car and as you made your way up the driveway, the front door swung open.

Your brother-in-law, Jinichi, stood there, smiling at you both, but barely had the chance to greet you before the sound of hurried footsteps followed behind him.

“Toji-ojisan!”

A small, dark-haired blur darted past Jinichi and straight toward Toji. Before you could blink, Toji’s nephew had attached himself to his leg, looking up with wide eyes.

“Uncle Toji! You came! Are you gonna tell me more stories about when you were younger?”

Toji raised an eyebrow, smirking down at the kid, then cast a sidelong glance at you.

“See? Told you. I’m the fun one.”

You shook your head, trying to suppress a smile as Toji crouched down to ruffle his nephew’s hair.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“Already am,” he replied, deadpan, before turning his full attention to the kid.

“What’s up, brat? You been behaving?”

The little boy nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing on his toes.

“Yep! I’ve been practicing just like you told me. Can we go to the backyard later? You gotta see my new moves!”

Toji stood back up, arms crossed as he exchanged a quick glance with Jinichi, who gave a knowing grin.

There was an unspoken fondness between them, though Jinichi didn’t say anything, just stepping aside to let you in.

Inside, the house was warm and inviting, the scent of homemade food already filling the air. You noticed Toji’s posture relax—just a bit—as you made your way to the living room.

His nephew stuck to his side like glue, constantly asking about everything from Toji’s workout routine to his old school stories.

Toji answered in his usual blunt way, never indulging the kid too much, but just enough to keep him hooked.

After dinner, you found yourself sitting outside on the back patio, watching Toji and his nephew go over some silly mock sparring moves.

The boy had his fists up, trying to mimic Toji’s stance, all while Toji lazily dodged the punches, not bothering to hide the amusement in his eyes.

You leaned back in your chair, and for a moment, it was like your heart swelled in your chest—three sizes too big, you thought with a smile.

It was impossible not to feel that warmth as you watched Toji with his nephew, his tough exterior softened just a bit in these moments.

He’d never admit it, but seeing him like this, in his own way, playing the doting uncle…it made you melt.

You could see it in the way his nephew looked at him, hanging onto his every word. And the way Toji engaged—aloof but present—it warmed something deep inside you.

“You’re such a softie, you know that?” you called out, your voice teasing but laced with affection.

Toji turned, still holding up a lazy guard, eyes narrowing playfully. “Yeah? How d’you figure?”

You gave him a knowing grin, folding your arms. “Look at you—out here entertaining him like you don’t enjoy it. Don’t act like you don’t love being the ‘cool uncle.’”

He straightened up, brushing his hands through his hair as he cast a quick glance at his nephew—who was too busy practicing his “new moves” on a nearby tree—to respond.

Then, with a smirk that made your heart skip a beat, he stepped toward you. “Maybe I am a softie,” he started, voice low, “but only for you.”

You blinked, a playful roll of your eyes as you went to respond—

“Though, I’ll tell ya, there’s somethin’ I’m neverr soft for...”

It took you all of two seconds to realize where he was going, but before he could finish the joke, you flicked him right in the forehead.

“Toji!” You scolded, laughing despite yourself.

He grinned, all too pleased with himself, as he rubbed his forehead.

“What? You’re the one who brought it up, sweetheart.”

“You’re awful,” you said, shaking your head, though the warmth in your chest remained. You could never stay mad at him, especially not when he was like this—so smug, so sure of himself.

“And to think I almost thought you were sweet for a second.”

He leaned down, one hand coming to rest on the arm of your chair as he hovered over you, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

“Almost, huh?”

You flicked his forehead again, but softer this time. “Don’t push your luck.”

He chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms as he glanced toward his nephew, still occupied in his makeshift sparring match with the tree.

“Brat’s got a lot to learn,” he muttered, but you could hear the fondness there, the warmth beneath his tough exterior.

“Kid might be cooler than me one day.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you watched the two of them together.

“Not possible,” you said softly, though Toji didn’t hear it—or pretended not to.

Either way, in that moment, your heart was full. This was your life, and honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

✧.* — GOJO SATORU — ✧.*

Gojo’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel as he hummed along to the radio, sunglasses perched—needlessly—on his nose despite the fact it was well after sunset.

You shot him a side-eye.

“You do realize we’re just going to Shoko’s for dinner, right? You’re acting like you’re about to perform on stage.”

He grinned, his lips pulling into that signature cocky smile.

“Aren’t I always the main attraction, though? Especially tonight. Her kid adores me.”

You snorted. “Yeah, because you let him climb all over you like a jungle gym.”

“Hey, I’m just providing the fun. I can’t help that I’m a natural favourite,” he quipped, glancing at you for emphasis before focusing back on the road.

“You say that like it’s a talent,” you teased, though the warmth in your chest grew as you thought about it.

It was hard not to love Gojo when he was like this—carefree, playful, and so naturally magnetic, especially around kids.

By the time you pulled up to Shoko’s house, you could already hear the muffled sound of laughter and conversation.

The front door creaked open before either of you could knock, and Shoko’s five-year-old son burst out, arms outstretched, ready to greet his hero.

“Gojo-nii!” The kid’s excitement was so pure, it was contagious.

Gojo’s grin only widened, and he crouched down to scoop him up in one smooth motion.

“Hey, champ! Been keeping things under control at this house? Your mom can be a handful…”

The boy giggled as Gojo swung him around effortlessly, his small hands gripping the fabric of Gojo’s coat.

You stood back for a moment, hand still resting on the open passenger door, with a growing smile on your face.

Gojo’s childlike energy matched the kid’s perfectly, and it never failed to make your heart melt.

“He’s been waiting for you all day,” Shoko called from the hallway, rolling her eyes as she stepped into view.

“Good luck tearing him away from you tonight.”

Gojo set the kid down with a dramatic flair, straightening up and shooting a playful wink at you.

“What can I say? I’ve got that irresistible charm.”

“Careful, your ego’s showing again,” you quipped, nudging him as you all walked into the house.

As Gojo and the boy ran off to “catch up”—which likely meant some sort of wild chase through the living room—you found yourself watching from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed and heart swelling.

It always surprised you how soft Gojo could be, especially around kids.

His usual swagger and bravado were still there, but he had a way of connecting with them that was genuinely sweet. It made your heart skip in ways you had never expected.

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head slightly as you watched Gojo give the kid a piggyback ride, the room filled with their laughter.

Shoko came up beside you, handing you a glass of wine.

“Never thought I’d see the day where Satoru Gojo is someone’s favorite jungle gym,” she commented dryly, taking a sip from her own glass.

You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, it’s weird, right? But he loves it.”

Shoko gave you a knowing look. “Does he? Or does he just love being adored?”

You grinned, letting out a short laugh before responding.

“Both. Definitely both.”

Later, after dinner, Gojo had somehow convinced the boy to show him every toy he owned, and you found yourself watching them again, heart swelling even more.

You didn’t know how, but every time Gojo was around that kid, you swore your heart was overwhelmed with admiration.

“You’re good with him, you know,” you said softly as you sidled up next to Gojo, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, helping the boy assemble a toy robot. “It’s almost like you… enjoy this.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, feigning offence. “Enjoy? What are you trying to say, love? You think I’m not the paternal type?”

You smirked, leaning down to whisper, “I think you love it, actually...”

Gojo leaned back slightly, crossing his arms and giving you a playful look. “Oh, I love a lot of things,” he said smoothly, lowering his voice.

“And most of them are when we’re not around a five-year-old.”

You blinked, realizing the meaning behind his words, and lightly smacked him at the back of his head. “Satoru!”

“Ow!” He pouted, rubbing the back of his head. “What? I’m just being honest.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a grin. “You’re the worst.”

“Actually…I’m the best,” he corrected with a wink, as the kid ran back to Gojo’s side, completely oblivious to the innuendo.

Watching Gojo with that playful smile and the way he effortlessly entertained the kid—who was still tugging at his sleeve to show him yet another toy—made you feel an overwhelming sense of warmth.

Sure, Gojo could be an insufferable flirt, but seeing him like this, so naturally connected and full of energy, reminded you why you loved him so much.

Even when he was being a ridiculous show-off, he had a way of making your heart burst with affection.

“Okay, okay,” you said, shaking your head fondly.

“Let’s see if you can at least try to behave yourself the rest of the night.”

Gojo stood up, stretching dramatically, and then leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“No promises. You know me—I always aim to please.”

You smacked him again, this time softer, as he flashed that signature grin of his and turned his attention back to Shoko’s son, who was already planning his next adventure with his “cool uncle.”

✧.* — NANAMI KENTO — ✧.*

The evening sky was beginning to blush with hues of orange and pink as you and Nanami made your way to your sister's house.

The quiet hum of the car and the familiar scent of Nanami’s cologne made the drive feel calm, though you couldn’t help the tiny flutter of excitement in your stomach.

Family dinners were always nice, but this time there was a little extra something—your niece loved Nanami.

“I think she loves you more than she loves me,” you said playfully, turning to glance at your husband as he kept his eyes focused on the road.

Nanami’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles.

“Hardly. She just appreciates that I bring her books.”

“Books, toys, puzzles, snacks—don’t act like you haven’t been spoiling her.” You teased, gently nudging his arm.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, but you could see the way his eyes softened.

“I just want to make sure she’s happy.”

You grinned.

It was the kind of answer you'd expect from Nanami—thoughtful, selfless, and with an unspoken affection that melted your heart every time.

It was hard to imagine anyone not loving him, really.

As you pulled up in front of your sister’s house, you didn’t even have a chance to step out of the car before the front door swung open.

Your niece, a whirlwind of energy with messy pigtails and a huge smile, came racing down the path.

“Uncle Kento!” she squealed, her little feet pounding against the pavement as she made a beeline for Nanami.

He stepped out of the car just in time for her to throw her arms around his legs, hugging him tightly. Nanami looked slightly startled but quickly softened, crouching down to her level. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Her face lit up at his greeting, and she quickly started tugging him towards the house.

“Come on! I have to show you my new dollhouse! You’re going to love it!”

You watched them from a few steps behind, heart warming at the sight. Nanami—who always seemed so composed and serious—was completely wrapped around your niece’s tiny finger. It was an endearing contrast, watching the usually stoic man willingly get pulled into a child’s world of excitement and play.

By the time you reached the front door, your niece had already dragged Nanami inside, babbling non-stop about the dollhouse, the latest puzzle he bought her, and a new storybook she wanted him to read later.

You exchanged a smile with your sister, who had appeared in the doorway, laughing as she watched her daughter commandeer Nanami's attention.

“He’s got the magic touch with kids, huh?” Your sister remarked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You chuckled, stepping inside. “She loves him. I think she’s ready to keep him all to herself.”

“Good luck getting him back,” she teased, giving you a playful nudge as you both headed into the living room.

Dinner was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and your niece proudly showing Nanami everything she could think of—her new school projects, her favorite toys, and even a drawing she had made “just for him.”

He listened attentively, offering genuine praise, his voice calm but warm in a way that made it clear he wasn’t just humoring her. He cared.

You found yourself watching the two of them, your heart swelling with each small interaction.

It was impossible not to smile, seeing Nanami, the man who rarely let himself relax, so at ease around your niece.

Nanami had just finished reading her a bedtime story, and now she was fast asleep, curled up under the blankets with her favorite stuffed toy.

“She’s asleep,” he murmured softly, his hand brushing your niece’s hair away from her face.

You stepped forward, quietly gathering the blankets to tuck her in. “You’re really good with her, you know?”

He glanced at you, a faint smile on his lips. “I try.”

“No, really,” you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “She loves you. You’re her favorite.”

Nanami’s eyes softened at your words, but he didn’t say much more, his hand lingering on your niece’s small form for a moment longer before standing up.

The two of you quietly exited the room, letting her sleep in peace.

After saying your goodbyes to your sister and thanking her for dinner, you both made your way out to the car.

The night air was cool, and the streets were quiet as Nanami opened the passenger door for you, his hand resting briefly at the small of your back as you slid into the seat.

The drive home was calm, with the rhythmic sound of the tires against the road creating a peaceful background hum. You glanced out the window, watching the city lights blur into soft orbs as they passed by.

Nanami was silent beside you, his hands steady on the wheel. There was something thoughtful in the way he held himself, a quiet contemplation that you could sense even without looking at him.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued by the sudden weight in his voice.

Nanami hesitated for a moment, his thumb tapping lightly on the steering wheel before reaching over to rest on your thigh.

“Of what I want,” he said, his voice a little quieter. “Of what we could have.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the implication behind his words, and you turned to face him fully, sensing where this was going.

“Kento…” You began softly.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he continued, his gaze fixed ahead on the road.

“For a while now, actually.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel your pulse quicken as the meaning behind his words settled in. He wasn’t just talking about your niece anymore.

“You’re talking about…” you trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper.

“A family,” he finished for you, his tone gentle but certain. “I want us to have a baby.”

For a moment, you just sat there.

You had always known that Nanami cared deeply, that he was serious about your future together, but hearing him say it like this, so plainly, so sincerely—it was something else entirely.

“You want a baby?” You repeated softly, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions.

He nodded, his eyes still focused on the road but softening as he spoke.

“Yes. I want to start a family with you. I’ve been thinking about it for some time, but… I didn’t want to pressure you.”

You reached over, gently placing your hand on top of his where it rested on your leg.

“You’re not pressuring me, Kento. I…” You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

“I want that too. With you. More than anything.”

When you finally pulled up to your home, Nanami turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, the faint glow of the streetlights illuminating his thoughtful expression.

He turned to you, reaching out to cup your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made your heart skip.

“I mean it,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re ready. We’ll do this together.”

You leaned into his touch, your eyes meeting his with a warmth and certainty you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Well…I am ready now...” You said with a playful tone.

He smiled then—small, soft, and full of love—and leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips, sealing the quiet promise you had both made tonight.

“Well then lets get inside.”

✧.* — SUGURU GETO — ✧.*

It was a peaceful evening, and the low hum of conversation filled the room, accompanied by the occasional clatter of building blocks. You sat cross-legged on the couch, watching as Suguru helped Utahime's son with his tower-building endeavor.

The little boy was fully engaged, eyes bright with excitement as Suguru gently guided his small hands to balance each block perfectly.

“Higher, Sugu! Make it taller!” the boy giggled, his enthusiasm filling the room with an infectious joy.

Suguru chuckled softly, his deep voice filled with warmth.

“Careful, we don’t want it to fall,” he murmured, adding another block to the structure with a steady hand.

His long fingers made the task look effortless, and the boy watched in awe.

You leaned back against the couch cushions, the sight of Suguru interacting with the child making your heart swell.

There was something about seeing him like this—patient, soft-spoken, so full of care. It was a side of him that you loved deeply, and it reminded you just how much of a natural he was with kids.

“You’re really good with him,” you commented, your voice a little more tender than usual as you admired the scene before you.

Suguru glanced over at you, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile.

“He’s easy to please,” he said, turning his attention back to the boy, who was now clapping his hands excitedly as the tower grew taller.

“Still,” you said, watching the way the boy leaned into Suguru, clearly adoring him, “he’s obsessed with you. I’ve never seen him so attached.”

Suguru smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“What can I say? I’m just irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes at that, but your heart warmed anyway.

“Sure, sure. Let’s just hope you don’t break his heart when we leave.”

The boy turned to you, his face lighting up with joy. “Sugu is so cool, y/n! He’s gonna help me with my blocks forever!”

You chuckled, brushing a hand through your hair as you watched Suguru pretend to be serious.

“Forever, huh? That’s a long time, buddy.”

Suguru leaned down, lowering his voice conspiratorially as if sharing a secret with the boy.

“I don’t mind,” he whispered, his tone teasing. “As long as I get to build the biggest towers.”

The boy giggled, his eyes sparkling as he nodded enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight—it was moments like this that made your heart grow three sizes.

You leaned forward, nudging Suguru’s shoulder lightly.

“Admit it, you’re loving this.”

Suguru’s dark eyes flickered with amusement as he glanced at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Of course! What’s not to love?”

Before you could respond, the familiar sound of keys jingling outside the door caught your attention.

You glanced at the clock—it was just about time for Utahime to be home.

The front door creaked open, and Utahime stepped inside, looking a little worn out but smiling when she saw the scene in front of her.

“Looks like I missed all the fun,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and gratitude as she took in the sight of her son sitting on the floor, still glued to Suguru’s side.

“Mama!” The boy immediately jumped up, running toward her with open arms. Utahime knelt down, scooping him up with a tired but happy sigh.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she murmured, kissing the top of his head. “Were you good for Suguru and y/n?”

“He was an angel,” you replied with a smile, standing up from the couch. “Though, I think Suguru’s the real hero tonight.”

Utahime chuckled, glancing at Suguru with an appreciative smile.

“I don’t doubt it. Thanks for watching him—both of you. I owe you one.”

Suguru waved her off, standing up and stretching his arms.

“No need. He’s a fun kid. We built the tallest tower yet.”

The boy wiggled in Utahime’s arms, looking up at her excitedly.

“Mama, it was so tall! Sugu’s the best!”

Utahime smiled down at him, her eyes softening. “I’m glad you had fun, sweetie. Let’s get you ready for bed, okay?”

As Utahime carried her son off to his room, you turned to Suguru, your hand finding his arm as you gave him a gentle squeeze.

“You were great with him tonight,” you said softly, your eyes full of affection.

Suguru gave you a warm smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

“I had fun,” he murmured. “But we should probably head out.”

You nodded, glancing around the apartment to make sure everything was in order. After a few minutes, Utahime returned, looking more relaxed now that her son was settled.

“Thanks again, guys,” she said, walking you both to the door. “I’ll definitely owe you one for this.”

“Anytime,” you replied with a smile, giving her a quick hug before stepping out into the cool evening air.

As you and Suguru made your way to his bike, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you. There was something peaceful about nights like this—watching Suguru be so gentle and kind, seeing how naturally he fit into the role of caretaker.

It stirred something warm and familiar deep within you.

Once you both stepped outside into the cool evening air, Suguru glanced at you with a smirk.

“You know,” he started, his tone laced with that unmistakable teasing charm, “playing with Utahime’s kid is fun and all, but…” He paused, raising an eyebrow as he reached for your hand. “I was thinking we should get home and get to some 'baby-making' ourselves… if you know what I mean.”

Heat instantly bloomed in your cheeks as you laughed, nudging him in the ribs. “Suguru!”

But before you could respond properly, Suguru swept you off your feet with ease, lifting you into his arms.

“What? It’s a solid plan, plus you're the one who kept saying I'm just sooo good with kids.” He grinned, peppering your face with soft kisses as he carried you toward his motorcycle.

“Put me down!” You laughed, but your protests were playful as Suguru’s kisses continued, light and affectionate, his breath warm against your skin.

“You love it,” he murmured between kisses, making you giggle even more.

With one final press of his lips to your forehead, Suguru set you down beside his motorcycle, the playful glint in his eyes still there.

“Now, let’s get home,” he said, sliding onto the bike and passing you your helmet. “We’ve got some important work to do.”

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

As the engine roared to life, you pressed your cheek against his back, feeling that same peaceful contentment wash over you once more.

And as you sped off into the night, the playful warmth of Suguru's teasing stayed with you, a reminder of just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

Author's Note II: Let me know your thoughts on these and lmk if you want me to do any other characters :)

LOVE Y'ALL

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kinzis-writing · 7 months ago

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Almost Over You | Joe Burrow

summary: It happened suddenly, you and Joe had broken up and you never understood exactly how it happened. All you know is that his ex-girlfriend was brought up and an argument started leaving to you being heartbroken. Your friends swore to you that they would stop at nothing until you got over your ex-boyfriend, but what if that's harder than you think?

Pairing: Joe Burrow (Bengals/NFL) x Fem! Reader (Joe Burrow x You)

Requested: Yes | No

Warning(s): mentions of heartbreak and breaking up, mentions of Joe x Olivia, mentions of alcohol.

Little note from me: This is the first time I have ever written for Joe Burrow. I usually write for Tee Higgins and Josh Allen. I wanted to give Joe a try because he is starting to grow on me a little bit. I may end up making a part 2 to this if I feel like it. Also I started writing this in Y/N format and then I switched to "You" after like the second paragraph lol. *gif not mine*

Word Count (lyrics not included): 4.5k

*Not Edited*

I also hate how I ended this. I need to work on the ending of my stories but I will work on getting better. May be a part 2 later... I haven't decided yet!

I've stopped looking for your truck, every time I go somewhere I don't scroll through the past anymore 'cause I don't care I'm finally putting on the shirt I like, tight jeans, big hoops with my hair up high. The least you could've done was give me the bar tonight.

Y/N browsed her outfits that she had brought over to her friends house. Her and her girls were having a girls night and going to the bar to let loose and have fun. It happened to be her best friends idea, mainly because she had been struggling to get over a recent breakup. Y/BFF/N had insisted that he wasn’t worth it and that she was going to get you over him one way or another.

“Let me do your hair, Y/N!” One of the girls in your group spoke up. She was the hairstylist and makeup guru of the group, so she was the designated hair and makeup artist for the friend groups and any events that they attended. “I’ll fix your makeup too.”

Y/N knew arguing would be pointless, so she sat down in the vanity chair and let her hair artist friend have at it. “I need help picking an outfit.” She spoke up looking towards her best friend while the other friend continued doing her hair. “I’m torn between the three on the bed.” She added pointing to the three outfits.

In less than 20 minutes, her hair was done and makeup was touched up. Her best friend had left her choice on the bed before finishing getting ready and making everyone a pregame shot before heading to the bar. She was finishing pulling up her jeans when her friends came in with two trays of shots.

“I’m not sure about this outfit.” Y/N spoke up. She usually wasn’t one to feel insecure, but looking at herself dressed in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a blouse, both of them not belonging to her, made her self conscious. “Why didn’t you pick one of my outfits?” She asked her best friend turning around.

“Girl, you look hot!” She replied not answering your question at first. “You’re freshly single, so we’re gonna act like it today.” She added picking up a shot and handing it to you.

You hesitantly grabbed the alcohol before glancing around the group of girls you loved so much. They were your best friends and you would do anything for them and they would do anything for you. “To Y/N, for finally taking a large step in getting over the dick.”

“Cheers to that.” The other girls replied before downing the shot.

“Don’t call him that.” You spoke up softly hating the way her comment made you feel. The night you two broke up was still a blur and was anything but easy for you. More than likely you had blacked it out due to heartbreak, but still it lingered in your mind.

“Honey, he had his hooks sunk deep in you. So deep that you literally wouldn’t even walk into a shop, restaurant, or anything if you noticed a vehicle that looked like his.” Y/BFF/N reminded you as you threw back your shot in hopes of forgetting about Joe tonight. Your ultimate goal was to finally and fully move on, to get over Joe tonight.

After a couple more shots, the girls were heading to their favorite bar. Which just so happened to be the bar that Y/N and Joe always went to together.

Why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on, Then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you. When I was just about, just about over you.

The girls had gotten to the bar around 11:45 or midnight. It was officially 1:42 and Y/N was letting loose. She felt the best she had in forever and to her, it had nothing to do with the guy that she was practically grinding against. The alcohol in her system made her feel a bit more easy-going and less paranoid of running into “he-who-should-not-be-named” at their bar.

The loud pounding music came to a halt and was replaced with a slower song causing you to turn around and face to mystery bar guy. You weren’t one to just go and have hook-ups with anyone or randomly show pda to guys you didn’t know. In a plan to get over someone… it felt almost right to do it that way.

“You want to get out of here?” The mystery guy asked seductively trying to keep you enticed with him.

You gave him a look before your eyes caught a group of men walking in together. Your blood ran cold, face turning pale as you seen the familiar dirty blonde locks and perfect smile of your ex-boyfriend. You took a chance to catch your breath when you moved your eyes over and caught Jamarr and Tee already noticing you. You had been close with a few of Joe’s teammates seeing as you were together for a bit.

Jamarr gave you a quick nod of greeting before avoiding your gaze and Tee flashed you his smile before heading to an area with the boys. “I have to go.” You told the mystery man before leaving towards your group of girls. You were hoping that you could convince your girls to leave and do this another night. Maybe you could fake sick and go home by uber, you weren’t sure what your whole plan was, but you knew something would have to go down to leave.

Once you reached your group of girls, who were either occupied with boys/girls or chatting with each other while drinking, you put on your best sick face. “Hey, I’m not feeling the best… I think it’s best if I uber home.”

Your hairdresser best friend gave you a saddened look believing the story that was being told. “Bullshit.” Y/BFF/N spoke up crossing her arms. “I noticed him walk in with his groupies.” She responded raising an eyebrow in your direction.

You shrugged not really caring if she noticed him, “I’m not in the mood to deal with this tonight.”

“Y/N, you are not leaving. I promised you that I would help you get over him and with that promise it means not letting you leave all because he came into this bar.” Your best friend stated. With her tone of voice, you knew it was pointless to even argue with her.

“Isn’t it weird that he showed up after you were fixing to go home with some guy?” Another one of the girls in your group spoke up.

“I was not going home with that guy.” You objected crossing your arms over yourself feeling a bit uncomfortable. “That’s not who I am.”

“Maybe that’s what you need for one night.” Another spoke up causing you to roll your eyes.

You shook your head in disbelief at your friends, “I’m getting another drink.” You mumbled before turning and making your way to the bar. Last call would be announced within the next fifteen minutes, and you were not waiting until then.

You could've stayed with the guys, acting like you didn't see me It would've hurt a little less if you'd bought some girl a drink but you had to walk up, messing me up I'm drunk, wondering why it's gotta be like this I thought I was moving on, but now I'm starting back over again.

After another drink and a shot, you had simply ordered a glass of red wine. You were already feeling the effects of the alcohol and you were worried that you would do something stupid if you ordered anything other than wine. Part of your friend group had gone home with whoever they had met here, no doubt going to have a fun night. Your best friend and one other girl were the only ones that were left of your group besides you.

“Can I get another round for our table back there?” His voice spoke up causing a chill to run down your back. You hadn’t heard that voice since the night that it ended. Without paying him any attention, you picked up your glass and took a drink of the crimson liquid. It was easier to pretend that he wasn’t there instead of trying to make everything weird. Joe seemed to have different plans, “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” He mumbled as he sat down on the seat next to you.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see you.” He would never admit it, but your reply felt like a knife. He knew that the whole breakup should had been dealt with sooner and talked about. If not to fix it, then to at least to make it less messy.

Joe chose to ignore your blunt reply as he waited on their final tray of drinks, “How have you been?” he asked carefully knowing that it hadn’t been easy for him. He would never admit that to you unless you asked him yourself.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked. Finally, you turned to face him noticing the stubble that adorned his face compared to his usual clean-shaven self. There was no point in answering his question because you had not felt your best since your last night with him. “You could have avoided me and let me heal.” You added taking another sip of win after.

Joe looked exhausted; anyone could tell. You had heard that they were currently not playing their best even if you refused to watch the games. You were his problem, not that he blamed you. He blew up for no reason, mainly due to stress and you felt as if it was a personal attack. “I didn’t mean what I said that night.” He told you. Even if you wanted him to leave you alone, he just knew he had to tell you what he felt after that night. “When you brought up my past… it never compared to us. She never meant as much to me as you did, I get that I was with her longer, but it wasn’t the same.”

You shrugged trying your best to act like you didn’t care. “I am not talking about this.” You shook your head before finishing off your glass of wine. “If we’re being honest, I shouldn’t have brought up Olivia, but that’s all I’m going to say.” You added before standing up from your seat. You needed to get back to your best friend before your body decided to fully give in to the handsome quarterback right next to you.

“Y/N don’t do this. Let me in and let’s talk about this.” Joe practically begged as he stood up quickly noticing that you were trying to make your escape. The look on your face was unreadable, why was Joe begging you to talk about it? What would it help and why was it such a big deal to him?

“Joe, you ended it. I don’t owe you anything.” You whispered as you pushed back tears not wanting them to surface. You were beginning to feel defeated because your heart and your body yearned for the man in front of you.

“Y/N… please.” He pleaded one last time in a whisper, in the same way that you had answered him. Before you could say anything, the bartender placed the tray of drinks down giving you the chance to get away from Joe before he could continue begging you and you gave in.

maybe you caught me on a bad night maybe tomorrow I'll be just fine maybe it's the red wine that put you back in my mind

Final call had happened at 2:30, but the bar was still alive with drunk couples, singles, and others. Your best friend had told you that she was going home with the guy that she had been with all night, only she was staying with you until you wanted to leave. Truth be told, she was probably just trying to ensure that you would stay away from Joe the rest of the night.

“I’m going to the restroom and then I’ll head home.” You promised your best friend before pulling her into a hug.

Once you two pulled away she gave you a small smile, “want me to wait for you?” she offered.

You didn’t miss the eye roll from the guy that she was going home with. You internally scoffed and rolled your eyes at the guy who wanted inside your best friends pants before returning the smile, “No, I’ll be fine. Just be careful on your way home.”

Your bestie nodded before giving you a knowing look, “There’s plenty of people still here. I think you should reconsider what I told you earlier.” She added before locking arms with the guy beside her. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “If you change your mind you have to let me know.” She teased before blowing a kiss and turned to head out with the man that she had met tonight.

You turned around and grabbed your wristlet before making your way towards the bathroom. In all seriousness you were more than ready to go home, you had been since your conversation with Joe. However, it still made Joe stay in your mind. Flashbacks from the relationship played over and over again. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, Joe Burrow was a huge green flag when you’re in a relationship with him. He may act cocky or arrogant sometimes, but most of the time it’s to hide how he is truly feeling.

Even if he was a green flag, you still argued some but it wasn’t often. The night you broke up was the only big fight that you had experienced in that relationship. Why did the relationship break after one fight? You just guessed that your relationship was not strong enough to last.

After you finished in the bathroom you exited (after washing your hands of course) and got on your phone so you could order an Uber for the ride home. You knew it was a bad idea for you girl’s to ride together, but no one disagreed and you weren’t going to be the first one to object.

“Really? 25 minutes.” You huffed as you leaned against the hallway leading to the bathroom. You wanted to be away from the crowds and try to catch a ride back to your place. “Why did I agree to do this tonight?” you mumbled placing your phone back in your pocket after seeing the wait time.

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice spoke up. You looked towards the dimly lit hallway and noticed the guy that you had been dancing with before Joe came in. You had been hoping that he had already went home because you didn’t want to see him again either. “I heard you huffing.” He mentioned with a half smile forming on his face.

You nodded assuring him that you were fine, “Yeah. Just waiting for my ride.” You lied knowing good and well that you didn’t order that Uber that was going to take almost half an hour.

He nodded, “I could take you home if you’re getting inpatient.” He offered hoping that you would accept his invite.

Your body was overcome with a feeling of dread when you looked into his eyes. You weren’t sure why, mainly because he had been a nice guy earlier. Thinking back, maybe you missed this feeling because of the alcohol and then the fact that you noticed your ex before you could process the guy in front of you.

You shook your head forcing a fake smile, “No it’s fine. My ride will be here very soon and I don’t want to leave them hanging.” You lied again in hopes that it was believable.

“Come on.” He urged walking closer and leaning against the wall next to you.

You opened your mouth to object before a voice beat you to it, “Babe, what’s taking so long?” Joe’s voice rang out down the hallway as footsteps were heard getting closer to you. The mental relief you felt hearing his voice was unreal. No matter how much you didn’t want to be around him, you always knew that you were safe with him.

“I was just talking to a friend.” You lied knowing that Joe could hear the hesitation in your voice and he definitely noticed your body language. Your body relaxed once you felt his familiar embrace around you.

“Babe?” The mystery guy from early asked glancing between the two. It was obvious that many people in Cincinatti knew who Joe was, the guy in front of you especially. “You should be aware that your girlfriend lead me on earlier.” He told Joe causing you to tense.

Joe’s grip around you tightened, probably not liking the chance of you going home with you before he got there. “Well, I’m sure whatever she was doing earlier was just for fun. No strings attached just innocent fun.” Joe muttered making sure to get his point across.

“Whatever.” The guy mumbled before eyeing you one more time before stepping around the two of you and leaving the hallway.

You let out a sigh of relief once he was officially out of hearing range, “Thank you.” you mumbled pulling yourself out of his arms. It didn’t take long for you to miss the feeling of him around you, it felt like home. It felt safe.

Joe shook his head, “Don’t thank me.” He replied noticing how you were calming down now that you were alone. “Was that the guy you were with when I got here?”

Even though Joe asked, you felt as if he already knew the answer. You just weren’t sure if it was from his comment or if he actually caught you. “How did you… Jamarr and Tee.” You sighed knowing that they told Joe about seeing you with him.

Joe shook his head, “I actually noticed you first.” He denied your allegations. “I made a comment about the guy you were with which is what made the guys notice you.” He shrugged acting like his comment meant nothing.

If you were honest, you felt giddy knowing that Joe was looking at you first before you even noticed him.

why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time you must've heard I was moving on then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you when I was just about, just about over you. I was just about over you.

You knew that you were going to regret this. It was the biggest mistake and was what your best friend was trying to get you over. The only thing was that you could not argue with how right it felt to be sitting in the passenger seat of Joe’s vehicle. You had accepted a ride home instead of ordering an Uber late, and it didn’t help that the mystery guy from the bar was lounging around almost like he was waiting to see if you were with Joe for real. After feeling uneasy noticing the guy looking at you while you went and visited with your old friends for a moment, Joe secretly proposed for you to stay with him for the night. Just to ensure that you were safe until daylight. Being unsure of the bar and going home alone, you agreed.

How did you get yourself in this situation though? You promised yourself that this would be the night that you got over Joe, however you felt as if all your progress was thrown out the window. You truly loved Joe and a part of you always would. He was the first person that you truly loved, which is why you knew apart of you would always belong to Joe. You were moving on the best you could, and you were sure that you could have gotten over him. Maybe there was a reason why it wasn’t tonight? Maybe it was protection from someone or something, but all you knew was that sitting in his car made it real that you would in no way be over him.

“Do you need anything?” He asked more than likely referring to medicine or water due to the alcohol consumption tonight. You shook your head feeling more sober than ever. The house was so familiar, and a warm feeling came over you being back in his home. “I’ll get you a change of clothes before we head to bed.” He mentioned shooting you a small smile before walking towards his room. The room you used to basically live in when you were together.

Without waiting for him to call you, you carefully made your way into his bedroom seeing him lay out the clothes on the bed. “Can I shower before we head to bed?” You asked softly hoping you wouldn’t scare him.

Joe nodded, “You don’t have to ask.” He mumbled picking up the clothes he sat on the bed and handed them to you.

You silently thanked him before heading to his private bathroom and locking the door behind you. You knew where he kept his towels and everything so there was no need to make him get everything ready for you. You let the water run for a moment to get warm before stripping your clothes and getting into the shower. You sighed feeling the heat soothing your tense muscles due to the stress you were under tonight. You were trying to rack your brain over every event that happened tonight before noticing the array of products in Joe’s shower caddy.

Everything you used sat untouched in the corner. Your shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating scrub, shaving items, body wash, and skincare. Everything that you had left here was sitting there looking untouched due to how little you had used them. You had just restocked before you two broke up, meaning that you never wanted to face him to get those items back. You just went out and bought new ones because it was easier… emotionally.

Instead of crying due to your relationship being over, you pushed it out of your mind and finished showering. You knew how Joe was, and he wouldn’t go to bed until you got out of the shower. Once doing your skincare and haircare, you got out and dried off and got dressed. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, noticing that Joe gave you his favorite shirt of his and a pair of bengals shorts that he had gotten you. You remember him saying, “If you’re going to be my girl, we might as well give you some gear.” You smiled at the memory before cleaning up the bathroom and heading out to Joe’s room.

You’d be lying if you said that seeing him lying on his bed in only shorts was a turn off. He was definitely the best-looking guy you have ever seen in your life, there was no doubt about it. The sound of your footsteps caused Joe to lock his phone and turn his attention towards you.

“Do you need anything before I head to the guest room?” He asked softly getting out of his bed. He waited to see if you needed anything because he knew that you usually had to rack your brain over your nighttime routine.

“You don’t have to go to your guest bed. I’m not taking your bed.” You refused even if you secretly wanted his bed. What could you say? It was so comfortable to the point to where you wanted it in your apartment. “I can sleep in the guest room.” You knew he would deny but it was worth a shot.

Joe refused, “You know I never let you sleep in the guest room.” He reminded even though she knew. She had practically moved in with him so when they argued, Joe would start the nights in the guest bed and weasel his way back into his bed with you. That’s just how the two of them were in their relationship.

Instead of playing the back-and-forth game you sat down on the bed and gestured for him to join you. “Can I ask what the real reason is that you are doing this?” You asked softly as you felt the bed dip with his weight, only he was sitting in front of you. “You don’t owe me anything, Joe.” You assured so he didn’t feel as though he owed a debt to you.

“I know.” He replied, “actually I do owe you an apology. I’m sorry about that night, I was stressed about the game, and I took it out on you.” He apologized.

You gave him a small smile in return, “I think we both said some things that we regret that night.” You whispered worried that everything would come crashing down.

“I love you, Y/N.” Joe admitted softly his hand coming up to your neck. “I’ll never stop no matter what happens.” He added in a whisper to not spook you too much.

You bet your lip trying to keep from tearing up at his words. For the last three months you had been wanting to hear those words come out of his mouth, yet it was surreal to actually hear them.

“I was trying so hard to get over you.” You whispered out, a crack in your voice that did not go unnoticed by Joe. “I still love you so much and it kills me every day.” You added full of emotion due to staring into the blue eyes that you loved so much.

Staring into Joe’s eyes, you felt the walls that you had built the last three months come falling down. You promised yourself that you would get over him and never fall back into his arms, yet you weren’t going to stop. You knew that even if you two never got back together officially that you would always be safe and have a home around Joe. Your heart would always be his no matter what.

Instead of overthinking and thinking of the worse possible outcomes, you decided to finally do what your heart and body have been craving. In one quick motion, you had your hands on the back of his neck and pushed your lips on his. It didn’t take him but a second to start kissing you back because it was clear that he had missed you all the same.

You sighed in content at the kiss, causing Joe to apply a bit of pressure to where his hand was resting on your neck. You could feel the want for him building up, wanting the two of you to make up for lost time. You were unsure of how far you would go but being in his arms, at least for one more night was something that you were okay with.

It was safe to say that you two did in fact make up for the lost time that was three months. You had texted your best friend telling her that you took her advice about going home with a “nice” guy from the club and that he was full of “green flags”. She was beyond excited wanting to know the details, which you would give her without letting her know that it was indeed your ex.

Joe woke up the next morning thinking everything would go back to normal. You two had talked a bit, had makeup sex, and even cuddled to sleep. He woke up to an opposing reality, which made him question if you were ever really there. You had left early, not knowing what it meant for you two. Not wanting to have another intimate conversation, you ran saving it for another day.

Joe’s clothes laying on the end of the bed told him that it wasn’t a dream. You were in fact with him last night and he wasn’t just lost in a drunken dream. Joe knew after last night; he would not be letting you go as easy as he did before. No matter how upset and angry he was, he was going to find you and make you his again. He was sure of it.

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hoejosatoru · 2 years ago

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Roster Hopper

Pairings: Fem!Reader x College Au Karasuno players (separately, except for Tsuki & Yamaguchi)

Summary: You make a bet with your best friend and co manager that you can sleep through the entire Karasuno roster, without the team finding out.

Word Count: 8.4k

Warning: reader having sex with entire team lmfao, maybe reader is slightly manipulative at times? I don’t think so but tagging just incase, oral (fem receiving) in multiple different positions, light spanking, p in v sex in different positions, men whimpering lol, oral (male receiving), fingering, thumb in ass, squirting, spit, sorta voyeurism, threesome (Tsuki and Yams) virginity loss (Yams), semi public sex, brief drinking mention MDNI

A/n: Changed my original idea to just y/n trying to go through the roster bc you plus a friend is a lot and trying to write around the team not finding out would be hard SO here we are. Y/f/n = your friends name. I didn’t want to have to think of a random name. If you don’t have someone you can just slot in Kiyoko or something. I also bolded each players name so if you want to skip to a specific dude, hopefully it is easier to find. Enjoy!

“How long have they been at it?” you asked your friend as you were filling up water bottles for the third time this practice. If you weren’t so used to the sound of volleyballs being smacked around, it would probably have driven you crazy by now. It was your second year as Karasuno University’s volleyball team manager and you loved it. Water bottle fill up runs and all.

“Too long,” your friend replied, “I don’t get where they get the energy from. I’m tired just watching them.”

“Same.” You screwed the last bottle shut. “But the first years are really good. I think we have a shot this year.”

“Oh without a doubt,” y/f/n’s nodded. “And if they keep practicing like this they’ll only get better. They’re pretty cute too, not that is going to help them win games.”

You laughed. “I was waiting for your say something.” Your voice dropped a little, so none of the boys could overhear you. Not that they were really paying attention to either of you at the moment. Volleyball is life and all. “We have a really cute team, don’t you think?”

Your friend nodded and whispered back. “For sure. Who do you think is the cutest?” This is why you were glad you convinced your best friend to manage with you. Nothing passed time like gossiping about boys with a friend.

“Hmm,” you considered, “Kageyama is cute. But you know how I like dark haired guys. Nish too. Never thought I would think a short guy was so hot. Don’t tell him I said that.” You didn’t want to offend him, but you had a sneaking suspicion all he would care about was that you called him hot. Him and Tanaka were a bit girl-crazy. They were the only players that shameless flirted with you and your friend. You liked that about them; it was fun.

“No, for real! I think Asahi has to be the cutest though,” you friend replied.

You nodded. They were all pretty good looking guys, so you couldn’t argue. “But the real question is, who do you think is the best in bed?”

Your friend took a second to think about it before answering. “Daichi.”

“Really?”

Your friend shrugged. “I mean he’s one of the oldest, so he’s probably got experience. Plus he’s the captain.”

You snorted. “What does being captain of a volleyball have to do with being good in bed?”

Your friend huffed in faux annoyance. “Well it makes sense in my head. Who do you think then?”

“Honestly maybe Nishinoya.”

“I think you just have a crush on him.”

“Shut up. But also Sugawara. It’s the quiet ones you gotta look out for, you know?”

Your friend nodded. “Totally. Maybe we gotta hunt down their past hook ups and do a survey.” You both laughed, drawing the attention of Tanaka.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing!” You both answered in unison, before turning your back to the court to laugh more. As ridiculous as the conversation was, it sparked your curiosity. You couldn’t deny that you'd thought about hooking up with some of the players. You watched them run around and get sweaty for hours everyday, what else were you supposed to think about? You’d never actually done it, though, not wanting to ruin any friendships with the guys. They could be a rowdy bunch, but you did love them dearly.

That, however, didn’t stop you from hatching a crazy idea. “What if we didn’t need other people to find out.”

Your friend’s eye brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I will do all the research,” you replied. She gave you a look that told you she still didn’t understand what you meant. “I sleep with all of them and then we’ll know who the best.”

Y/f/n looked at you like you were crazy. Which, to be fair, maybe you were. “You can’t be serious. All of them?”

“Well not at the same time,” you replied, like a smart ass. Your friend rolled her eyes.

“Obviously. But that’s still crazy! There’s so many of them.”

“There’s not that many. Just nine of them. Give me the whole school year and I could do it,” you responded.

“No way you can,” she replied.

“Wanna bet?” You challenged.

“Absolutely,” your friend replied, “500 bucks says you can’t sleep through the team by the end of the school year.” Damn 500? But a big challenges calls for big stakes.

“You're on.” You shook hands. “Now let’s figure out the rules.”

After a little discussion you both agreed that besides the obvious of having to get through the 9 players by the last day of school, they couldn’t find out about what was going on. If you were to tell them about the challenge, some of the players might do it just to help you. You had to get them in bed organically. Additionally, you couldn’t request certain sex acts. You both wanted to know how they tried to please women without any bias. If you started telling them what to do, it would mess with the data. Because this is super scientific, obviously.

Y/f/n allowed you one get out of jail free card if someone found out, but it had to be contained to the one person. If the whole team finds out, game over. You didn't need to provide any proof, but you did have to share your ranking with y/f/n at the end, which you were more than happy to. Any other issues that came up, you both agreed to figure out as needed. Simple enough.

“I’m not even going to bother asking you who you think will be the easiest,” your friend said. Both your eyes floated over to Nishinoya and Tanaka, making you both snicker. “But who do you think will be the hardest?”

“Daichi for sure,” you replied, “Doesn’t seem like he’s a hook up guy, but we’ll see. And Tsuki, just cause he can be a jerk.”

Your friend snickered. “He seems like the type who wants spank girls and make them call him daddy.”

You grinned. “I guess we will find out.”

A week later you were at party hosted at the team house. It was the perfect venue to make your first move. Only the upperclassmen could live in the house, but during parties the whole team plus many others were invited. Tonight’s party was particularly crowded, being that it was still early in the year and most people didn’t have much work to do yet. The crowd would make it easier for you to sneak away unnoticed, even with other teammates around.

You set your sights on Nishinoya first. You figured he’d be easy to get in bed, plus maybe you did have a little crush on him. You were super keen on finding out how he was in bed. Maybe it was because of the drink you had, but you were feeling bold. You decided to take a super straight forward, simple approach with Noya.

“Noya, do you want to have sex with me?” you asked when you managed to pull him to a private corner of the party. You almost laughed at how his eyes bugged out of his head.

“Are you serious? Tanaka didn’t, but you up to this as a joke, did he?” he asked.

“I promise he didn't,” you replied. “Just think you’re cute. Do you wanna?”

Nishinoya thought this was better than his birthday and winning nationals combined. “Fuck yes I do. When?”

You giggled at his enthusiasm. It was so endearing. “Right now?”

God he really was a lucky guy, he thought. “Fuck.” He chugged the rest of his beer for good measure. “Yeah let’s fucking do it.” You looked around to make sure no one was watching, before slipping up the stairs to his room. Luckily, his bedroom was on the second floor, which no one really came to. The parties stay in the basement or on the main floor, so you felt safe now that you made it up unnoticed.

The second he closed the door to his room, you pounced on him. You couldn’t help yourself. To be fair, it was very much a mutual pounce. Nishinoya kissed you eagerly, bordering on desperate, but in the best way. You pulled away, both of you breathing heavy.

“Before we do this, do you mind if this stay between us?” You asked, batting your eyes innocently at him. He was putty in your hands at this point; you knew he would agree to anything to get in your pants. “I don’t want it to be weird if the other guys found out.”

“Of course, I won’t tell anybody,” he nodded. You were back to kissing him, very desperately now. You were still standing by his door, pulling clothing off each other. Instead of wasting two steps to get to the bed, Noya just spun your around and bent you over the dresser right there. He was not a patient man and you were not complaining.

He slid your underwear odd, cursing. “Fuck you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to do this,” he cursed. You giggled, glad your crush had been reciprocated. Before you could get any words out, Noya was on his knees behind you, burying his face in your pussy. You gasped in surprised as he licked up your arousal, his tongue sliding through your puffy lips.

“Fuck Noya!” you cried as he sucked on your clit. His hands massaged your thighs and ass, keeping you spread for him. He hummed and groaned into your cunt as he ate you out, clearly enjoying it very much. Much like when he kissed you, it was eager and desperate and so fucking good. It didn’t take long before you were cumming all over his tongue.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he gushed, wiping your release off his face. He dug a condom out of the top dresser drawn, grinning eagerly at you.

“And you’re so fucking good at that,” you replied.

“I’m even better at this,” he replied, sinking his cock into you. Your body arched, surprised by the stretch. Noya’s thrusts were rough and frantic, clearly chasing after his high. He gripped your ass tightly, giving it a few smacks, but nothing too hard. You pressed your body back against him, loving that he wasn’t afraid to go for it. Your fingers scratched along the wood of his dresser as you tried desperately to hold on.

It was no use, though. Within minutes you were moaning his name and cumming on his cock. Noya, who was overjoyed he didn’t bust the second his slid in, let himself go the second he felt your velvety walls clench around him.

“Fuck, y/n, so fucking good.”

You gave Nishinoya a long thank you kiss before getting dressed. You agreed to go down first and then he’d come down a few minutes later so it wouldn’t be obvious you were together. You left his room grinning. And just like that, one was crossed off the list.

A week later you decided to try your luck again. Tanaka mentioned he was going to check out a frat party and you asked for a ride there, which he happily agreed to. As far as you knew no one else on the team was going to this party, so it would be the perfect opportunity to cross him off the list.

The party sucked; it was way too crowded and the music choices were awful. Not to mention, the house was a mess. It made the volleyball house look spotless in comparison. It worked in your favor, though, as Tanaka was more than happy to take you up on your suggestion to chill in his car.

“Dude I thought frat parties were supposed to be the best,” he said, closing the car door behind him.

“Did you see the bathroom? That shit had to be a biohazard,” you replied.

Tanaka laughed and nodded. “So gross. Sorry I dragged you here.”

“No worries, I wanted to,” you replied. You gave him a faux shy look. “I just wanted to hangout with you, honestly.”

Tanaka perked up. “Really?”

“Really.” And since being so honest worked the first time, you figure why not just go for it again. “Would it be weird if I said I was trying to get in your pants.”

Tanaka blinked at you, certain he didn’t hear you right. “You wanna get in my pants?”

You laughed and nodded. “Yeah, is that a bad thing?”

He shook his head. “No that’s a good thing! A great thing.”

“So...” your eyes flicked down to his lap. “Can I?”

“Right now?”

“Why not?” you replied. “We are in a dark spot. Your windows are tinted. No one will see.” You leaned in a little further, letting him peek down your shirt. “It will be fun, don’t you think?”

Tanaka did not need any convincing. Fucking his hot manager in his car? He may have dreamed about this exact scenario. Literally. Tanaka pushed back his seat as far as it would go and helped you climb on top. The way he kissed you was so similar to Noya you had to bite back a laugh.

You wasted no time pulling your top off, which Tanaka was very happy about. His face was in your tits before you could even get your shirt fully off. He sucked at the sensitive skin, flicking your nipples with his tongue. His hands gripped your tits roughly, but not unpleasantly. You rocked your hips against his, letting out a hum of pleasure. Tanaka was already hard underneath you.

“I could die happy right now,” he mumbled against your tits, making you laugh.

“At least fuck me first,” you replied, half joking. But also half serious because you were on a mission.

Tanaka took that as instruction. “Shit, I got you.” He pulled his cock out of his pants then cursed. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t worry, I brought one.” You fished it out of your purse and handed it over.

“Damn you really were trying to get in my pants huh?”

You smiled. “Maybe.”

Tanaka rolled the condom on, then pushed your skirt up and underwear to the side. He let his tip run through the slick before slowly pressing into you. He hissed a little, feeling your pussy suck him in. Once he was all the way in, you pressed your hands against his chested and rolled your hips.

“Fuck, just like that,” Tanaka groaned, watching where his cock disappeared inside you. His hands ran along your hips and ass, helping you rock yourself on him. He leaned in, continuing to suck on your tits. The car windows fogged, the small space filled with the sound of your breathless moans and his cock thrusting into your wet pussy.

Tanaka wasn’t one to make the woman do all the work, so he planted his feet on the car floor bucked his hips up to meet yours. The deep spot he hit made your head fall back. “Tana-nngh-” your words were cut off by a cry of pleasure. You creamed around him, setting him over the edge. He spilled into the condom while groaning into your chest.

“Tanaka, can you do something for me?” you asked once you caught your breath. He was still buried inside you.

“I’d do anything you ask me right now, not gonna lie,” He replied.

You laughed, even though he wasn’t joking. “Don’t tell anyone we hooked up. I just don’t want the other guys judging me, you know?”

“It’s in the vault,” Tanaka replied seriously. “And if you ever want to do that again, please call me.”

Two down, seven to go.

Your next opportunity didn’t come until about a month later. You were alone with Asahi in the library studying for midterms coming up. “I need a break,” Asahi sighed, pushing his books away from him.

There was your opening. “You took the words right out of my mouth,” You replied. “My roommate is away right now. Wanna go back to my dorm and watch a movie?” You gave him a look that hinted that maybe it wasn’t just a movie on your mind.

Asahi blushed. “I-I don’t want to intrude.”

You waved him off. “You won’t be. C’mon it will be fun.” With that, you both packed up your things and headed to your dorm. You told Asahi he could sit on your bed while you set up the movie. He sat on the edge of your bed, looking a little nervous. It made you laugh that such a large, handsome man was easily flustered. “Relax, Asahi, you can lay down if you want.”

You hopped on the bed, laying down in front of him. You were in the spooning position, but not touching. You rectified that by slowing drifting closer to him. When your ass met his front, you wiggled as innocently as you possible could. You could feel Asahi shift nervously, though he unmistakably pressed closer to you. It wasn’t long before you could feel something hard poking at your ass.

“I can feel that, Asahi,” you teased.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I didn’t mean-”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, “I don’t mind.” You reached back, taking his hand in yours and leading it down into your leggings. “Maybe this will make you feel better.” You guided his hand to your pussy, letting him feel your wetness. He let out a low groan. You took your hand away, letting him touch you how he pleased.

“Do... do you want me to...” Asahi trailed off as he continued to play with your pussy.

“I think you know what I want, Asahi,” you purred his name. He cursed into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent. He brushed it aside, kissing your neck a little. You titled your head, allowing him better access. Then you got needy, so you craned your head back, allowing you two to kiss. He a gentle kisser, sweet and passionate. His hand slid up your shirt, giving your breasts a few soft squeezes. “Do you have a condom?”

Asahi’s cheeks tinted but he nodded. “In my wallet, yeah.” He fished his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling the little foil out. You wiggled your ass agains him, urging him on. He slipped his cock out of his pants, rolling the condom on. His tip nudged at your aching hole. “You sure?”

“Please.” Asahi slid into you slowly, letting you adjust. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to him while he thrusted into you. You arched your back, getting him deeper.

“Y-you feel good,” he mumbled against your neck. You quickly learned that Asahi was not shy about moaning. Hell, he was practically whining as your swirled your hips. He was so close to your ear, the sound giving you goose bumps. It was fucking hot. When he slid his hand down and started rubbing your clit it was your tone to moan.

“Asahi don’t stop,” you said breathlessly.

“Fuck I think I’m gonna-” His voice broke off in a low groan as you felt his cock twitch inside you. He didn’t stop fucking you even as he came, which pushed you over the edge. A warm rush filled your body as you finished. You finally turned around, giving him a soft peck. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled, embarrassed.

“Don’t be silly, I really enjoyed it,” you assure him. “But if it’s okay with you, let’s not tell anyone we did this. You know how the guys are. If they found out...”

Asahi nodded in agreement. He definitely didn’t need his teammates knowing he came quick. “I promise I won’t tell.”

A few days later, you were sitting in practice, reflecting on how your strategy to get through the 6 guys left. It was half way through the first semester and you only had 3 done. You weren’t too concerned yet, but you knew you couldn’t keep letting so much time pass between each guy. You were so deep in thought that you didn’t notice Tsukki come up beside you.

“I know what you’re up to.”

You startled, giving him a confused look. “Huh?”

“You’ve been hooking up with the guys on the team.” It wasn’t a question.

You tried to keep your voice even, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Tsukki rolled his eyes. “Don’t play stupid. I saw you leave the library with Asahi last week. Then earlier in the semester you were sneaking around parties with Noya and Tanaka.”

You raised a brow. “You stalking me or something?”

“We are in the same friend group at a small university, it’s not that hard to put together. If you have half a brain at least,” Tsukki replied. “I just don’t understand why.”

You let out an annoyed sigh. Your back was to the wall, you had to tell him. “It’s for a bet. To see if I can hook up with the entire team by the end of the year.” It felt stupid saying it out loud, especially with Tsukki’s judgmental eyes watching you.

“So why are you hiding it? I’m sure these idiots would be more than happy to sleep with you for whatever reason,” Tsukki replied.

“I can’t it’s part of the rules,” you explained, “So if you tell anybody I’m totally fucked.”

“I’d say you’re already quite fucked,” Tsukki replied with a shit eating grin.

“Haha,” you replied dryly, rolling your eyes. “But seriously, don’t blow this for me.” He went to open his mouth but you cut him off. “And no blow job jokes.” His mouth shut, but you could see the gears turning.

“So you kinda owe me a favor, don’t you?”

“If you’re going to ask me to sleep with you, don’t bother. It’s already a part of the plan unfortunately,” you replied.

“Ouch,” he yawned. “But that’s not what am I asking. At least not exactly. I want a three way with Yamaguchi.”

You were shocked but also not at the request. You knew they were best friends, but they seemed like they would be completely different in bed. “Have you told Yams about me hooking up with the other guys?”

“No, I figured I’d keep my mouth shut until I had more information,” Tsukki replied. “But I’ve been trying to help Yams lose his virginity. This seems like the perfect opportunity.”

“Wow what a selfless friend you are,” you replied sardonically

Tsukki shrugged. “I can admit I want to try a three way for selfish reasons, too. What guy doesn’t.”

“And you think Yams wants to lose his virginity with you there?”

“Yeah, he’ll be less nervous. I promise I won’t tell him or anyone else about your stupid bet if you do this.” You agreed. Although Tsukki was annoying, you couldn’t deny that a 2 for 1 would help a lot. You just had to text your friend to make sure it was within the rules.

Y/f/n: hmm I think as long as neither of them no what it’s for, one three way can be allowed

Y/n: Tsukki knows. that asshole figured it out. I have to use my get out of jail card on him -_-

y/n: but Yams doesn’t know, Tsukki will make up some other story to tell him

y/f/n: As long as Tsukki doesn’t tell Yams and no one else finds out then I think it’s fine. Good luck with that lmao

A week later you were in Tsukki and Yams’ shared dorm room. They’d pushed their beds together for the occasion, which was honestly quite funny. Tsukki looked almost bored and Yamaguchi looked nervous. Typical.

One thing led to another and you were on their combined beds kissing Yamaguchi while Tsukki pulled your bottoms off. For his lack of experience, Yams was a good kisser. Definitely a little nervous, but sweet. You went at his pace, twisting your fingers through his hair making his breath catch.

“Watch this, Yamaguchi. You have to get her nice and wet before putting it in,” Tsukki told his friend. His fingers were rough and warm as he dragged them through your lips. He rubbed circles over your clit, making sure his friend knew that spot was very important. His long fingers easily slid inside you, pressing spots that were hard for you to reach. You let out a little gasp, which made him smirk. “Take over for me Yams, you gotta practice.”

They swapped places, Tsukki slipping his cock out when he reached you. “Suck me off.”

You narrowed your eyes. “A please would be nice.”

Tsukki gave you a fake smile. “Please suck me off.” You didn't bother arguing, taking his cock in your mouth instead. He was annoyingly big. Maybe the biggest you had yet. Asahi may have been thicker, but Tsukki was definitely longer. You used your hand on his base while your lips and tongue focused on his tip. Meanwhile, Yams was getting the hang of fingering you. He copied Tsukki exactly, his whole face and chest flushed at the sight of your wet pussy sucking in his fingers. Your moan vibrated through Tsuki’s dick as he hit a sweet spot.

“Fuck,” the blond cursed, pulling out of you. He didn’t want to cum just yet. “Move Yams, let me show you how to fuck her.”

Yamaguchi’s face flushed a deeper shade of red. “Okay.” Tsukki spread your legs open after slipping a condom on. He pressed inside you slowly and you so badly did not what to gratify him with a moan, but you couldn’t help but let one slip.

“Sh-should I put it in her mouth?” Yams asked.

Tsukki shook his head. “You won’t last. You need to be hard so you can fuck her.” Yams nodded, watching his friend roll his hips into you. “I’ll make her cum so she’ll be nice and sensitive when it’s your turn.” Tsukki rocked his hips against yours, holding your thighs wide open for him. You hated to admit it, but it did feel really good. His cock, like his fingers, hit spots deep inside you. His thrusts were surprisingly heavy for his thinner frame. A damn near devious smily spread across his face as he felt your pussy clenching around him. He rubbed your clit with quick circles, finishing you off.

“Fuck!” you cried, your head falling back on the pillow. Pleasure pulsed through you as Tsukki fucked you through your high. He pulled himself out of you with a hiss, stopping himself from finishing. He wanted to do that in your mouth.

“Your turn Yams.” Tsukki yanked his friend down between your legs. Yams cock ached as he look at your fucked out expression. He couldn’t believe he was going to lose his virginity to the hot older manager. He said a silent prayer that he didn’t cum the second he put it in.

You sensed his nerves and comforted him. “Don’t worry, Yams, you’ll do good. Let me.” You took the condom out of his shaking hands and rolled it onto him. He whimpered a little, sensitive to even your touch. “Whenever you’re ready, yeah?”

He nodded, holding your thighs like Tsukki did and slowly pressed inside you. He slid in easily, thanks to Tsukki. He let out a whine feeling your warm, wet walls squeeze him. He tried not to focus to hard on that as he rolled his hips into you. You were extra sensitive, just as Tsukki said, making each movement feel extra good.

“So good, Yamaguchi.” You had no problem encouraging the younger guy. You always thought he was sweet. “Doing so good.” Yams blushed and kept it going.

“Now, where were we?” Tsukki asked, an obnoxious ring in his voice. You rolled your eyes at him but took his cock back in your mouth without protested. You took him deeper, urged on by how his composure cracked. Your tongue ran along the vein on the underside, making him curse. Yams continued to rut desperately into you, making you moan onto Tsukki. You emphasized the sound both for Yams’ confidences and to break down Tsukki.

Tsukki used his free hands to play with your tits. He gave your nipples a hard squeeze, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that made you cum again. Yams cried out your name, summing the second your walls pulsed around him. Tsukki’s hips twitched as your lips tightened, spilling into your mouth. Everyone was a panting mess by the end.

“Thanks, y/n,” Yams said as you finished getting dressed. “And I won’t tell anybody, I swear.” You exchanged a look with Tsukki, who nodded a silent agreement that he would continue to keep his mouth shut. You couldn’t help but smile as you left; you were over halfway done.

You went the rest of that semester without crossing anyone else off the list. You were okay with that, though, since you were still on track. Your next opportunity came during the last week of the winter break. Practice had started again, but not everyone was back to campus yet meaning they were smaller. And meaning Hinata was more desperate for someone to stay and throw him extra tosses.

“Sure Hinata, I’ll help you out,” you agreed. Everyone else had cleared out of the gym, glad to not be the one Hinata targeted. You tossed him for awhile, admiring the strength of the small first year. He was the biggest wildcard to you. You weren't sure if he was gonna be really good or really bad.

“Ugh, I need to get stronger,” Hinata grumbled after his last spike. It looked plenty strong to you, but it gave you an idea.

“I've heard increasing testosterone can make you stronger,” you replied, tossing up another ball for him.

“Really? How can I do that?”

“Having is sex is one way.” Hinata dropped out of the air, the ball you tossed bonking him in the head. You laughed at the surprised look on his face.

“Sex?”

“Have you not heard of it?” you teased.

Hinata grumbled, “I have! I just didn’t know it could help like that.”

You shrugged. “That’s just what I’ve heard at least.” You took a step closer to Hinata, looking him in the eye. “We should give it a try.”

Hinata’s eyes widened. “Wait are you serious? Like right now?”

“Yeah! Let’s do it and see if your spike gets better.” You knew he couldn’t resist the offer, which he did not. Hinata practically pounced on you. Have sex with he pretty manager AND improve his spike? Sounds good to him. You were all over each other as you got down to the floor. Clothes flying off as you went. You weren’t sure why you felt so particularly excited, maybe it was the risk of getting caught. All you knew is that you suddenly wanted Hinata badly.

Hinata was just as eager with you, his hands all over you. His kisses were a little sloppy with need, but you loved it. Your tongues mixed slid your hands over his toned torso. Hinata bunched up his t shirt and put it under his head like pillow. He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you up his body. “Sit on my face?”

How could you say no to that. The second your pussy made contact with his mouth he was all over it. His tongue pressing into your soaked entrance, then his lips sucking your aching clit. You forgot yourself, rocking your hips against his face, though Hinata didn’t mind one bit. He loved how your plush thighs squeezed his face as you chased your high.

It didn’t take long for it strike you, swift and strong as lightning. You bit down on your lip as your moaned his name, trying to not alert anyone who may be walking outside what was going on in the gym. Hinata lapped up every bit of release before you slid off him. In an instant he had you flipped over, with him now on top.

“You taste good,” he grinned, his lips shining with your release. You pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on him. “I think I have a condom in my gym bag, give me a sec.” And he really meant ‘a sec.’ Hinata was back at one top of you in a flash, rolling a condom onto his hard length. You didn’t get how he was so damn fast.

You both let out content sighs as Hinata pressed into you. Hinata fucked you hard and fast. He just couldn’t hold himself back when he felt your velvety walls wrapped around him. You were not surprised by his energy in the slightest, but you were surprised by his strength.

“Nngh- Hinata! Right there,” you moaned. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you. With just a few more heavy thrusts, your orgasm was milking his cock. Hinata’s head fell back while he filled the condom with his release. A mixture of a moan and a whine slipped from his parted lips.

When you were both redressed, Hinata was already asking for a toss to see if worked. You couldn't help but laugh. Only Hinata would be thinking about volleyball after sex. You indulged him, tossing the ball, which he rocketed over the net.

“Holy shit! You were right y/n, that was so much better!’” Hinata beamed.

“I knew you could do it!” you replied, “But can I ask you not to tell anyone we just did that. If the other players found out, they may pester me to help them like that too.” Hinata agreed, happy to have his only little secret weapon for better spikes.

6 down, 3 left.

A week or so later, Hinata and Kageyama were bickering in practice, as they do. However, Kageyama seemed more annoyed than usual, so you decided to check in with him after practice to make sure everything was okay.

“Oh, yeah Hinata’s just been... particularly annoying,” he replied, seeming oddly nervous. Or maybe uncomfortable.

“Particularly? What do you mean?”

Kageyama shifted. “Well, he's been bragging about hooking up with this girl...” You stiffened, wondering if Hinata spilled the beans.

“What about it?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

“I thought he was bull shitting at first because he wouldn’t tell me who it was. But then he started going into a gross amount of detail and I knew he wasn’t lying.” You let out a sigh of relief, which Kageyama misread. “I’m sorry that was probably weird to share.”

You shook your head. “Not at all. Why does it bother you so much, though?”

Kageyama blushed a little. “Well, it’s kinda of embarrassing, but Hinata and I compete about everything. He’s hooked up with 4 girls this year and I’ve only 3. I guess it’s kinda fucked up to compete over that.” No more fucked up then your own competition, you thought.

“Not at all,” you assured him, “Friends do shit like that all the time. I’m sure those girls would have hooked up with you both either way.” In your case with Hinata, you knew it was true. They were nice, good looking guys, who wouldn't want to? “Why don’t you tell Hinata you hooked up with someone else.”

“Lying would be so lame. If he realized, I’d never live it down,” Kageyama replied.

“Who said you had to lie?”

Kageyama’s brows furrowed then raised when he realized what you mean. “Are you saying...”

“I’m saying, we hook up and then you can tell Hinata you’re back to being tied without lying,” you finished for him. “We don’t have to tell anyone either. Hinata not telling you is the perfect excuse to not tell him. He won’t have to know it was a favor.”

“Seriously? Are you sure y/n? I didn’t tell you to make you feel like you had to,” Kageyama replied. He was trying to be polite but you could tell the wheels were already spinning in his head.

“I’m sure. I’d do it even if it wasn’t for a favor.” Kageyama blushed.

“Thank you so much.” No, thank you, you thought.

And so a few days later you found yourself in Kageyama’s dorm, sitting on his lap with your back pressed to his front. An interesting request, but you didn’t deny it. And now you were very glad you didn’t

“Fuck Kageya- oh,” your voice was a strangled moan as he played with your pussy. His calloused fingers moved expertly over your most sensitive spots. You felt almost like his opponent. You could tell he was observing you closely, noting every spot that made you tick. The whines that escaped your lips meant he found the perfect pressure to rub your aching clit. Your hips bucking showed him the sweet spot inside you that drove you crazy.

“You like that?” it was more of a statement than a question, really. He knew you loved it. All you could do was nod. Kageyama had both of his arms wrapped around you from behind. His middle two fingers on one hand plunged into your pussy, pressing your g spot. The other hand rolling your clit, driving you crazy.

If it didn’t feel so good, you’d almost be embarrassed at how fast you came. Kageyama felt it immediately, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers. You ground against him, his erection pressing into your ass. It made you both desperate for more.

“Need you,” you gasped, reaching back to give him a squeeze through his pants. Kageyama groaned deliciously before pulling his sweats down just enough to free himself. He was riding high from just making you cum and couldn’t wait to feel your walls squeezing him. After he rolled the condom on, he angled your hips back so he could slide in.

“Fuck,” he hissed. Even better than he imagined. You couldn’t help but immediately start rolling your hips. Kageyama sat back a moment, watching you fuck yourself on his cock. He squeezed your hips and ass, keeping your rhythm steady as you rocked your hips.

He spread your ass a little, a gasp escaping your lips as you feel him spit on you. You did not expect that from Kageyama. His thumb circled the tight rim of your ass before pressing inside.

You cried out something incoherent as the pleasure you felt heightened. Each roll of your hips felt extra intense, now that he occupied both holes. As if that wasn’t enough, Kageyama reached forward to toy with your clit again. Your body surged with pleasure as you squeezed around his cock and thumb. Even as your orgasm hit, the pleasure didn’t subside. If anything it was build and -

“Oh god,” you whine as a gush of release left you. The composure Kageyama had been holding crumbled at the sight. He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he came. Even lost in his own pleasure, he never faltered, letting you ride out your high completely. You didn’t move from his lap when you finished, not trusting your legs to hold you. “Holy shit Kageyama,” was all you could manage.

“Was that good?” This time the question sounded genuine. You almost laughed, as it sounded like how he asked the spikers if they liked his set.

“Very good.”

Two to go.

You debated saying fuck the whole competition and going back to Kageyama for seconds. It wasn’t against the rules, technically, but your competitive spirit kept you from straying from the goal. Besides you really wanted that $500. Still, you hadn’t pursued either Sugawara or Daichi yet, knowing you’d have to be careful with them. They weren't as easily... won over as the others. Little did you know, Sugawara had his sights set on you,

“Hey, y/n, need any help?” he asked. You were in the team’s storage room, taking account of all the equipment. It was part of your job to make sure everything was in good shape and put in orders for more as needed. Normally, your friend and co-manager helped you with the task, but she was sick, leaving it to you.

“That would be great, if you don’t mind,” you replied. Sugawara joined in organizing and taking stock of everything. The two of you chatted easily as you worked. Sugawara was one of your favorite players on the team. He was incredible kind and you appreciated his sense of humor.

“Hey, y/n, have you ever had like a bucket list? Or something like that?” Sugawara asked.

“Sure there’s a list of things I’d like to do,” you replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Well... I’ve always thought it would be fun to hook up with someone in the team room. I guess that makes me a stereotypical jock, huh?”

You laughed. “Oh? So did you only offer to help in hopes of getting laid?”

“No I swear, I didn’t,” he laughed, “But this does look pretty bad now.”

“It’s all good,” you replied, “I’d be happy to help.” If only he knew how much he was help you.

Suga smiled. “I promise I’ll make it worth it.” He pressed you agains the wall, gently, and kissed you. You welcomed his soft, warm lips. His kiss was sweet and soft, but there was a hunger behind it that made your stomach flip. The next thing you knew, Suga was on his knees.

“Can I?” his warm, brow eyes looking up at you pleadingly. You nodded and he hooked his fingers into your leggings sliding them off you. Suga put one leg over his shoulder, placing a soft kisses on your inner thigh. Once he’d teased you enough, he went for your pussy. He had a gentler approach, almost like making out with your cunt, but it still drove you wild.

“Suga,” you let out a content sigh. Your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into you. Suga hummed approvingly, loving the pretty noises you made. Your leg went weak as Suga sucked on your clit, but his grip kept your firmly upright.

“Cum for me, pretty,” Suga murmured. With the flick of his tongue you did just that. Breathless moans fell from your lips as a warm surge of pleasure filled you. The second you finished you were pulling Suga up to kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips, kissing him deeply. Your hands went to his shorts, pulling at them. Suga chuckled at you. “Lemme.”

He pulled a condom out of his pocket before slipping his cock out. You hugged him tightly as he pushed into you. Suga rocked into you slowly at first. You kissed his neck, murmuring how good it felt. Suga hooked his hand under your knee, pressing it up so he can get deeper. The angle urged a moan from you that made his cock ache. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” you gasped into his neck. You dug your nails into him as you reached the limits of your sensitivity. He continued as he felt your pussy tightening around him. He was panting and moaning in your ear, a sound you could only describe as pretty.

“That’s it let go for me,” he urged. You couldn't help but comply, your body going slack as your second orgasm washed over you. Sugawara sounded even prettier when he was cumming. His hips stuttered as he released, holding you close. You held each other as you caught your breath.

“This will stay between us, right?” you asked.

Suga smiled. “It will be our little secret.”

Just one left.

It was spring break and the end of the school year was on the horizon. You had a lot of big assignments due at the end of the year, opting to stay on campus to get them done. You found out Daichi was doing the same, leaving him alone at the team house for a week. You knew this was probably your only shot.

You offered to work with him so he wouldn’t be alone at the house, which he happily accepted. You spent the days being each others moral support getting through your tough assignments and insuring the other person took breaks. It did help a lot, Daichi was good at keeping you on task and you were good at helping him not over stress himself. It was the last night of break and you both finally finished your assignments. The relief was palpable, but so was the tension. You got the sense that Daichi was flirting with you at times, but he was hard to read. You were anxious to finally finish your other assignment. You knew if it didn’t happen now, it probably wouldn’t at all.

“So how should we celebrate?” you asked. You were sitting on this counter, swinging your legs idly.

Daichi looked at you, catching something suggestive in your voice. “Sounds like you have an idea.” He held your gaze in a way that felt like an invitation.

“Well, I have been thinking about something...” you trailed off, smirking a little.

Daichi stepped closer to you. “Oh? And what is that?”

You leaned forward slightly, which drew Daichi closer to you. “Might be easier to show you.”

“I hope you do.” He was standing between your leg then. There was only another beat of tense silence before you pulled him in. He gripped your hips, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting Daichi control the kiss. “Wrap your legs around me.” When you did, Daichi lifted you off the counter.

He carried you to the bedroom, placing you gently on the bed. You continued to kiss as clothing came off. Daichi slipped his fingers between your legs, sliding them into your pussy. He pumped them into you, stretching your pussy and making it slick. “You want more?” he asked against your lips.

You nodded and he pulled a condom out of his bedside table. He put it on positioned himself between your legs. Daichi was really thick, maybe thicker than Asahi. Even with him fingering you, it was a stretch. “Fuck you’re tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out. He kissed and sucked your tits as he snapped his hips against yours. Once you got used to it, the stretch felt good. Your hips bucked up to meet his, pressing him deeper inside you

“S’big,” you whimpered. Daichi pressed on your lower stomach, heightening the sensation of him inside you. His thumb went down to your clit, rubbing circles over it. Your back arched of the bed as a surge of pleasure seized you. Not just pleasure, pleasure and triumph. Your orgasm was heightened with the satisfaction of winning the bet.

Daichi fucked you through your orgasm until his own took him over. He groaned into your, slowing his thrusts to enjoy every last moment. He pulled out when you both finished, rolling over on the bed next to you. “Well I am significantly less stressed now.”

You laughed. “Same.” He had not idea how much stress he just took off your plate. “Would it be okay if we didn’t tell anyone, though? The guys on the team are kinda immature. If they found out...” You let him fill in the blanks of his teammates finding out he hooked up with the manager. He absolutely did not want that mess to happen.

“Absolutely. It stays between us.”

Success.

A few days later you sat with your friend in your dorm filling her in and counting your cash. “I still can’t believe you did it.”

“I know, honestly I’m impressed with myself.”

“Okay but I have to know, how did they do?” You friend has asked you for details along the way, but you insisted on saving it for the end.

“Let me preface this by saying they were all good, and I would hook up with any of them again,” you stated. You explained that Yams was last, mostly just because of his inexperience. You would, however, not mind being with him again one on one and really rocking his world.

“You’re gonna scare the poor guy,” your friend commented.

You grinned, “I think he’d like it. Anyways...” In a surprising turn of events, Daichi was next.

“No way.”

“Yeah I mean it wasn’t bad, but he needs to do more foreplay,” you explained.

“Fair enough.”

Next way Asahi, another surprisingly low 3rd year. You explained that he lost points for cumming quick, but the way he whimpered and moaned was hot so you couldn’t be that mad about it. Next came Tsuki, who you wished could be lower, but alas it was good.

“And his dick was really big. Like the biggest on the team.”

Your friend laughed. “No wonder he’s so cocky.”

Tanaka was next. A solid fuck, no complaints.

“He is super into boobs.”

Your friend rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I think anyone who’s ever met him coulda told you that.”

Next was Suga. “He’s just like... so sweet dude. It was almost kinda romantic.”

“You really need to go on more real dates if you think fucking in the team storage closet is romantic.”

You laughed, “I swear it was! He was best of the third years by far.”

Next was Hinata. “You did WHAT in the gym?” your friend questioned.

“Yeah, I know, I know. Kinda crazy.”

“Very crazy. But please go on.”

“Unsurprisingly, he had tons of energy. But I was surprised by how good he was. I should’ve known better than to underestimate him.”

Next was Nishinoya. “He was so good. And so eager. I just know he’d be super fun in bed the more you get with him.”

“You sure it’s not your crush talking?”

“Shut up. This is all totally objective scientific work.”

“Wait... so does that mean... Kageyama?”

“Yes!” You told her about how he took you by surprise. That he was amazing with his hands and knew exactly how to work you up. And that he made you squirt.

“No fucking way.”

“Believe me, I was shocked too.”

You spent the rest of the night gossiping over the experiences and who you wanted to have a round 2 with.

A/n: this was kinda a convoluted idea and I didn’t really know how to end its lmao. But hope you enjoyed tysm for reading<3

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vintagestarlight · 1 month ago

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High Stakes

Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x reader

Summary: You are the unfortunate target of a bet between Aaric and Ridoc

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: My first ever Fourth Wing fic!! Not sure how I feel about this one but I hope I captured Aaric's personality well :)

Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! This is my first time writing in forever so this may not be my best work lol but I already have some work done on a few more fics so stay tuned! If you have anything you want to see with the Fourth Wing characters don't hesitate to send in a request💞

***As always beware of typos and comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!***

The mess hall buzzed with the usual chatter, clinking dishes, and boisterous laughter. Aaric sat across from Ridoc, who was looking particularly frustrated. Ridoc slouched, absentmindedly pushing his food around on his plate and sighing. "What's the matter with you?" Aaric asked, glancing up from his own plate and trying to decide whether or not he actually cared. Ridoc sighed dramatically, dropping his fork with a clink. "I had this one rider practically in the palm of my hand. She was cute as hell too. But she rejected me! Me!" Ridoc exclaimed. "Can you believe that?" Ridoc placed his elbow in the table and rested his chin on his hand. "I don't really know what to say...I've never been turned down," Aaric continued to eat his food, deciding he actually wasn't that interested in Ridoc being unable to have some unfortunate girl spend the night in his bed. Ridoc picked up his head and peered at Aaric. "Really?" He asked, with a mixture of disbelief and genuine curiosity. "You've never been turned down? How the hell do you manage that?"

Aaric replied, "I guess I just know how the game works," he said, a small smirk appearing briefly on his face. Ridoc scoffed, unimpressed. "I have game okay? And you're telling me you could hook up with any rider in here if you wanted to?" He continued. "If I wanted," Aaric said in a bored tone. Ridoc leaned forward on his elbows, his eyes narrowing with a competitive glint. "Prove it then," he said. Aaric raised an eyebrow, amusement starting to dance in his eyes. "Like a challenge?"

Ridoc smirked. "Yeah. You think you can walk up to any rider, charm them, and convince them to come to your room tonight? Prove it. If you win, I'll do your morning drills for a week no questions asked. But if you lose, you have to admit your game is weak and I'll make sure everyone knows it," Ridoc proposed. Aaric stared at Ridoc for a moment, considering his challenge. "Fine," Aaric finally said, his signature smirk on full display. "So who's it going to be? Pick someone with a backbone not one of your usual targets," Ridoc clarified. Aaric scanned the room, trying to pick the perfect rider to win the bet.

His eyes landed on you, sitting in a corner with a book in your lap clearly not interested in impressing anyone. He had seen you around before carrying yourself with a no-nonsense kind of confidence. He had been wanting to ask you out for weeks. "That one," he said, gesturing to where you sat alone. "Her? She's not impressed by anyone. She turns down anyone who's tried to get with her," Ridoc explained. "That's exactly why I'm picking her. No one else will be as satisfying to impress," Aaric pushed his plate away and got up from the table. "Fine. But you can't just pull all the cocky shit you usually do. She has to be genuinely impressed. If she comes to your room tonight, you win," replied Ridoc. "Enjoy your last few days of sleep Gamlyn," Aaric threw over his shoulder as he smoothed down his sleeves with practiced ease and adopted that casual confidence he was so good at.

Aaric sauntered over to where you sat, enjoying your book. "Mind if I join?" A voice asked you. You didn't respond immediately and instead looked up from your book to see Aaric Graycastle standing next to you, flashing you a smile. "I guess," you nodded. "But I'm not really one for small talk," you continued, returning your attention to the book in front of you. Aaric slid into the empty space on the bench next to you. "That's okay I don't enjoy small talk either," He leaned in closer, looking intently at you. "I'm Aaric by the way," his voice was lower and softer. "You didn't have to sit so close there's plenty of space," you remarked, noticing his thighs practically up against yours. Was it horrible you didn't actually mind? "And I know who you are Graycastle. We have classes together and our squads spar each other," you replied, flipping the page in your book. "Have you been watching me?" He teased. "You know, this is starting to feel like small talk," you said dryly. "Oh come on," he said, scooting even closer if that was even possible. "I've been wanting to talk with you for a while now... you're different," he went on. "Really that's all you've got Graycastle? I'm different?" You shook your head. "Not your best opener,"

Aaric merely chuckled, not allowing himself to be discouraged. Even he had to admit that wasn't his best. "Okay fair enough let me try again," he said. "I like how you value your independence, how you don't get caught up in the drama here. That's pretty rare especially for a school like this," Your gaze shifted slightly, curiosity creeping in. "Do you still think you can actually impress me?" You asked, closing your book. His grin grew impossibly wide. "I'm just getting started honey,"

Time passed and Aaric threw everything he had at you. His witty remarks, usual charm, and effortless confidence; but nothing seemed to work. You didn't seem to be interested in the usual ways that allowed him to charm girls into his bed. You simply sat there, barely listening to him, practically bored with his attempts. This is was so much harder than he had expected. He chanced a glance at Ridoc, who sat there watching the exchange with a smug smile on his face. "Listen, not that I haven't enjoyed our little conversation," you started sarcastically. "But I have to go," you started to stand up to make a hasty exit but Aaric grabbed your arm. There's no way he could let Ridoc win. "Okay wait," he begged. "Why?" You asked, but you sat back down and he loosened his grip on your arm but didn't let go. "The truth is my friend and I have a bet; I bet I could get you to come to my room tonight and if you came by I won," he confessed. "I really like you and the bet was an excuse to come talk to you," he went on.

You were silent for a moment and Aaric wondered briefly if he just made the biggest ass out of himself. "What do you get if you win?" You asked finally. "My friend does my morning drills for a week," replied Aaric. A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "And if you lost?" "I have to admit my game isn't as good as I claim it is and Gamyln makes sure everyone else knows it," he said, a little hesitant. "If you liked me so much, why did it have to take a bet for you to come talk to me?" You had to admit you were curious. "Because....you always seemed so uninterested and you turned down everyone who tried asking you out. I just didn't want to be shot down like the rest," he explained. "I didn't think Aaric Graycastle was scared of talking to any girl," you said, an authentic smile blooming on your face. "Just you," he confessed in a soft voice. Your expression changed and you gazed at him.

You had a small crush on him since you first saw him in Battle Brief but you knew he was with a new girl every week so you didn't bother entertaining those feelings; despite the fact they continued to grow. Could he be serious about liking you? "Alright Graycastle," you told him. "Alright?" He asked in a confused tone. "I'll come to your room. But I'm only coming so you can win the bet nothing else," you made a point. Aaric smiled at you but it was different this time; it wasn't his cocky grin he put on all the time it was a genuine smile and it made your stomach flip. "Really?" He asked. You nodded before standing up. "But next time, don't talk to me because of some silly bet," You said with a small smile. "Next time?" He questioned. Were you really going to give him a next time? He wondered. "Just talk to me," you told him before picking your book up and walking away.

"Goodnight Aaric," you said, reaching for his doorknob. Aaric felt felt a sense of a disappointment that you were leaving. The two of you had talked for hours and he enjoyed getting to know you. "Maybe I should adjust my shirt or something," you paused before opening the door. "Make it believable," you went on. "Maybe," he said opening the door for you and standing so close you could smell the mint on his breath mixed with his cologne. It made you want to bury your face in his neck. "But this might work a little better," he murmured, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. He leaned close, pausing only to look at you, making sure you weren't uncomfortable. You nodded, letting him know it was okay. He placed his lips over yours, one of his hands squeezing your waist. "Goodnight y/n," he whispered after pulling apart. You gave him a smile and turned to leave. Aaric watched you turn the corner and his eyes found Ridoc's, who was at the end of the hallway, gaping at him. Aaric smirked and closed his door, already looking forward to talking to you again.

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uceyliyahh · 8 days ago

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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), mention of blood, guns.

word count: 9.1k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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gigispovv just posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: you know I love you baby 💗

jadecargill replied to your story: JIMMY?? HES AT IT AGAIN OMG GIGI

americannightmarecody replied to your story: yall must be dating because ain’t no way this is Jimmy

uceyjucey replied to your story: you got him hooked on you sis 😭😭

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: girrrrrl this gotta be Jimmy magic work

zillafatu replied to your story: avoiding my messages I sent you I see he must be putting in that work baby girl

trinity_fatu replied to your story: imma fuck you up when I catch you

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uceyjucey replied to your story: yall two are made for each other bc why is she like this?🤣

jadecargill replied to your story: GIGI PUT EM DOWN 🤣🤣

romanreigns replied to your story: when is yall gonna make it official? Instead of doing this private shi im tryna meet her dawg

trinity_fatu replied to your story: you gon stop playing with me Jonathan I fucking hate you

MontezFordWWE replied to your story: WAIT A MIN IS THAT GENESIS??

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: THATS GIGI???

Charlotte, Greensboro - 8:30AM

The melodious chirping of birds filled the air as golden sunlight streamed through the curtains. In the cozy Airbnb, everyone enjoyed a peaceful slumber, savoring the weekend before Monday arrived. Genesis and Jimmy nestled together in bed, her head resting gently on his chest while he lay on his back, snoring softly like a contented bear.

Genesis was the first to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she rubbed them to clear her vision. She found herself nestled against Jimmy's chest, his arm protectively wrapped around her waist. A rumble from her stomach reminded her of her hunger, prompting her to rise and prepare breakfast for everyone before they awoke.

She tried to shift Jimmy's arm from her waist, but he only pulled her in tighter, his face nestled against her neck. With a soft sigh, she wondered how to free herself from this big boy's embrace. Glancing down, she couldn't help but admire his handsome features as he slept soundly, his face buried in her neck.

As her fingers wove through his tousled curls, she gently massaged his scalp, eliciting a deep groan from his lips. His hand slid down to her ass, cupping her cheeks with a firm squeeze, which brought a playful grin to her face.

Her stomach rumbled once more, prompting a deep sigh as she tried to escape his hold, but then his deep voice broke through her thoughts.

“Gigi, where you going?” Jimmy inquired with a low, gravelly voice that hinted at his drowsiness.

She looked down at him, noticing his barely open eyes fixed on her, sending a shiver down her spine, particularly due to the deep timbre of his morning voice.

“I’m hungry, I gotta fix us something to eat, you can go back to sleep.” Genesis responded with a softer tone.

She could feel his soft, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline, making her want to linger in bed with him just a bit longer. “Stay in bed with me baby.”

“Jimmy, I gotta cook breakfast honey.” A new nickname slipped from her lips as Jimmy began rubbing circles around her ass cheeks before giving her ass a smack. “Let someone else do it, I’m tryna stay in the bed with you.”

Genesis felt his aroused member pressing against her wetness, prompting a playful chuckle from her.

“Nah, you tryna eat something else and that has to wait pretty boy.”

“But you wet for me ain’t you? I can feel her.” His fingers glided down to her clit, gently massaging it in slow, circular motions that made her let out a soft moan.

He looked up at her, noticing her dazed expression as he gently slipped two fingers inside her, feeling the warmth and moisture that enveloped him. She was incredibly aroused, and he reveled in it—a soft gasp escaped her lips while Jimmy showered her neck with tender kisses, listening to her gentle moans.

“you hear that baby? you hear how super wet you are for me? Hmm, so fucking wet.” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“J-Jimmy, I have to g-go—“ She began to speak, but his lips swiftly silenced her, sealing her words as his tongue danced within her mouth while his fingers moved rhythmically in and out.

“Stay yo’ cute ass right here so I can fuck this pussy out.” He continued to delve his fingers deep inside her, expertly finding her sweet spot, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

His lips grazed her neck, leaving gentle, lingering kisses while he watched her surrender to his touch. He could feel her desire, the way she was utterly soaked for him, and how she clenched around his fingers.

“keep clenching on my fingers baby. taking my fingers so good baby.”

“am i daddy?”

“Yes baby, yes.” As his fingers curled and danced within her pulsating core, she felt herself lost in a galaxy of ecstasy, breathlessly calling out his name, proclaiming her devotion as his and his alone.

With her eyes shut tight, Genesis tilted her head back in ecstasy, surrendering to the waves of pleasure as his fingers relentlessly stimulated her g-spot, sending her spiraling into a blissful trance.

“Look at me Gigi.” In an instant, she obeyed, her eyelids fluttering open to connect with his rich, dark gaze. As she bit her lower lip, his fingers picked up speed, urging her to arch her back in pleasure.

“F-fuckk, Jimmy.” She let out a soft cry, completely engulfed by the waves of pleasure he was giving her.

“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers don’t you princess? Such a good girl for me.” He snarled as he plunged his fingers deep into her drenched core. “Talk to me baby.”

“It feels so good Jimmy, so goodd.” He maintained his steady rhythm, pushing his fingers in and out with fluidity.

Their lips met with an intense fervor, engulfing them in a whirlwind of passion—Genesis struggled to keep up, swept away by the wave of pleasure that coursed through her with each movement of his fingers, drawing her nearer to the brink of bliss.

As she clutched his fingers tighter, yearning for liberation, her hands tugged at his shoulders. He could feel her approaching the brink of bliss, as his fingers expertly caressed her g-spot, driving her closer to the height of pleasure.

The only noise that echoed around them was the steady rhythm of his palm meeting her soft skin, as he expertly maneuvered his fingers in and out, moving with a smooth elegance.

“Gonna cum, it’s coming Jimmy. fuck it’s coming.” Genesis exhaled, her legs trembling beneath her.

“I can feel her mamas, let it all out for daddy.” Jimmy encouraged her. “Gimme that nut pretty girl so fucking pretty.”

She surrendered completely, a deep moan escaping her as the force of her climax surged through her like an overwhelming tidal wave. Her warm, creamy essence coated his fingers, causing her body to tremble in reaction to the exquisite sensitivity of his caress.

The fluid cascaded down to her most private region as he tenderly slid his fingers in and out, keeping a deliberate pace before ultimately pulling them away.

He stared at his fingers, slick with the rich, creamy mixture, relishing the flavor as he cleaned them off with his tongue before leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips.

Genesis gasped for breath, her chest heaving from the powerful climax she experienced earlier this morning, while Jimmy tenderly kissed her neck to soothe her racing heart.

“You still gon’ make some breakfast for everybody?” He asked.

“Mhm, especially for a big man like yourself.” She managed to get out while still catching her breath.

“I hope I didn’t wake nobody up because of you, you fucking idiot.” Genesis shoved him playfully as she got up from his grasp while heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Jimmy placed his hands behind his head watching her purposefully sway her hips to gain his attention to come take a shower with her and he did go inside of the bathroom while shutting the door behind him.

As Genesis finished preparing breakfast, everyone was already awake, enjoying their meals in the living room or gathered around the dining table, engrossed in a show on the TV. She set her own plate aside and began to prepare one for Jimmy when suddenly, she felt two sets of arms encircle her waist.

The moment she caught a whiff of his signature body wash and lotion, she recognized it was Jimmy. He nestled his neck against her shoulder, watching her prepare his plate. Meanwhile, Jey and Jade observed the couple in the kitchen, noting how Genesis's face radiated joy with every little gesture from Jimmy.

“They got to be fucking on the low, I never seen Genesis this happy.” Jey said as Jade nodded her head in agreement.

“I mean they post each other a lot on their stories on Instagram so they must be very close.” Jade responded.

“Did she give you any details?” Jade shot him a questioning glance, curious if Jimmy had shared any insights about his relationship with Genesis.

The couple was caught in a playful exchange, with Jimmy leaning closely against her as he admired her. Jade's attention was drawn to a ring on Genesis's left hand, a promise ring that looked just like the one Genesis had shared on her social media.

As they pieced together the clues, she nudged Josh and said, "Hey, your brother gifted her a promise ring for her birthday! Look, that's the same one she shared in her story." Jade then revealed Genesis's highlights, titled 'lover🩷'.

They were looking into whether Jimmy and Her were in a relationship, as it seemed they were putting on a facade around them. This was understandable, given their desire for privacy. It was during this time that Jey noticed Jimmy's tattoo in one of the highlights.

“Yeah, they’re most definitely dating on the low. You think Gigi will give him the green light for them to make it official?” He asked.

“Most definitely, Genesis is happy with your brother. And he’s been taking care of her since we should’ve known the moment they share that kiss together at the club and the signs were there too.” She said.

“We dumb as hell.” Him and Jade chuckled at each other.

As Jimmy tenderly pressed gentle kisses along her neck, his hands explored her curves, playfully nibbling on her earlobe. "Make sure to add an extra slice of bacon for me, darling."

“Jimmy, you have to save the rest for everyone else who wants extras.”

“Girl, ain’t nobody finna have extras. They finna be full after one whole plate c’mon mamas please.” His desperate kisses brushed against her neck, making their way to her left cheek, as she let out a sigh while placing another strip of bacon on his plate.

She set the tongs atop the bowl, reached for her plate, and passed Jimmy his as they stepped outside to relish the refreshing breeze, escaping the crowd inside.

Genesis settled into her chair, with Jimmy taking a seat beside her as they started their breakfast. While they ate, Genesis browsed her social media, noticing a flurry of likes on her earlier story, including yet another message from Zilla.

Ever since he sent her those photos of her and Jimmy at the mall, she has been avoiding him, terrified that he continues to stalk her—making her feel utterly unsafe.

“Damn, Gigi. This is so good you gotta feed me forever mamas.” Jimmy said, causing her to chuckle at him.

“You know imma feed you honey, you my man of course.” Genesis said as her eyes lit up when she said that as she looked at Jimmy who was smirking at her noticing her slip up.

“I’m your what mamas?”

She tried to play dumb with him, “I don’t know whatchu talkin’ about sir.”

“Un-Un, say it like you mean it baby.” He longed for her to echo her previous words—he yearned for her to assert her connection to him just as he had embraced her.

Genesis feigned ignorance, focusing on her meal until the sound of his chair scraping against the floor made her glance up, her gaze meeting his imposing height as he stood before her.

He gently set her phone aside and shifted her food on the table to prevent any spills, then they swapped places—he settled into her chair while she perched on his lap, his hands firmly gripping her hips to hold her steady.

“Say that again baby.” Jimmy said softly.

“What?” Genesis feigned ignorance as she probed him, all the while feeling his grip tighten around her throat, drawing her face nearer to his. “That I’m yo’ man Gigi, why you keep playing with me?”

“I’m not playing with you big daddy.” Her voice became a gentle whisper as she gazed into his rich, chocolate-brown eyes, prompting him to lean in for a kiss. “Then claim me just like how I be claiming you princess.”

She hesitated to claim what was hers, afraid it might drive him away. The concern in her eyes was evident as he tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going anywhere baby you know I’m yours Gigi.”

“I know. I’m just scared that’s all.”

“Well I’m yo’ man right?”

She sighed while rolling her eyes playfully, “yes you is my man and I gotta take care of you honey.” Genesis smiled at him while cradling his chin rubbing against his beard as she felt him kiss her neck.

She cherished how he expressed his love and affection, fully aware that it was exactly what she needed—and he truly grasped her essence. “You gon’ take care of me baby?” He says while placing wet kisses on her neck.

“Yes, imma take care of you Jimmy. I’ll give you all of the massages in the world, especially after your matches. Feed you. Stroke you or suck you up.” Jimmy envisioned her devouring his very essence, while he released his warmth across her features; the thought alone made him throb with desire.

“Hmm, you gon’ lemme paint on that pretty ass face?”

“Yes, honey I will swallow it too and show you.” She felt him smack her ass as she felt his stiff member against her grey Nike shorts. “You so nasty baby, my pretty little baby.” All of these compliments he was throwing her way made her blush something she hasn’t felt in a while after being with Quincy for five years.

They playfully exchanged flirtations as they wrapped up their breakfast in the backyard, with her perched on his lap, engaged in conversation while he gently stroked her thighs.

She elaborated on how her father was absent from her life until her mother found a new partner, leading her to meet her stepfather. Although she had once wished for a bond with her biological father, as time passed, she found herself drifting away from that desire, growing increasingly attached to her stepfather instead.

Jimmy appreciated her honesty about her past, something he had longed for from the start. He was even considering booking a flight for her to meet his parents, especially since he had noticed his dad frequently commenting on her social media posts.

“Is yo’ people still around? I would love to meet them.” Jimmy asked.

She nodded her head, “yeah, they live in Atlanta right now I’m telling you they be moving around a lot.” Genesis said.

“Understandable, when can I meet them because I want you to meet my people.” Her eyes widened in surprise at his request for her to meet his family. The thought of facing his parents filled her with dread, as she always feared such encounters—anxious about whether they would accept her.

Quincy's parents held a low opinion of her, mistakenly believing she was after their son's wealth, despite the fact that he had little to offer. Meanwhile, Genesis was a successful journalist with her own career, making the idea of her being a gold digger utterly nonsensical.

“Whenever you wanna go to Atlanta to meet them honey.”

“Well, do you want to meet my people first then?”

“Um, yeah sure.” Jimmy detected the hesitation in her tone as he arched an eyebrow at her. “You don’t sound too sure about it.”

“No, I am. I just hope they like me and don’t think I’m a gold digger.” He knew that she was referring to Quincy as he intertwined his fingers with hers—kissing them gently. “My family is going to love you, including my mama.”

A radiant smile spread across her face as she nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over her, lifting the burdens from her shoulders, and she clung to the hope that his words about his family were indeed genuine.

“I’ll take your word for it.” She said.

“A’ight then mama, let’s head back inside before they start trippin.”

Genesis and Jade splashed around in the pool, exchanging juicy gossip about the latest happenings in the ladies' locker room, eager to uncover the secrets of who was involved with whom.

While they were chatting away, Genesis's phone chimed, drawing her attention. She quickly stepped out of the pool to check who was messaging her, suspecting it was Jimmy asking for some photos since he was at the gym with his brother and Cody.

As she clicked on the message, a wave of dread washed over her, causing her heart to plummet into her stomach, twisting it in knots. The screen revealed yet another mysterious message from Zilla, accompanied by a snapshot of her and Jade splashing in the pool. She glanced around, searching for the unseen observer capturing these intimate moments.

That’s when she read the message that he had sent.

Unknown Number: Damn you looking hella good in that bathing suit baby girl I’m surprised Jimmy hasn’t fucked you yet—hell probably didn’t even touch you just remember once you slip up you ass is mine 😈

Her heart raced with excitement upon reading the message; she needed to inform Jimmy right away. Just then, Jade emerged from the pool, drawing her attention as she approached to find out what was happening.

“Gigi? You good?” Jade asked as Genesis looked at her.

Jade sensed that something was amiss when she noticed the fear reflected in Genesis' eyes. Her gaze shifted to her phone, and she quickly snatched it up, recalling the message she had just read along with the photos of her and Genesis enjoying their time in the pool.

She noticed Genesis was experiencing a panic attack, pulling her close against her damp chest before she spoke. "No way are we letting this happen to you again, Gigi. You deserve happiness. Send this to Jimmy right now," she urged, gently patting Genesis on the back in an effort to soothe her.

Genesis's hands trembled as she sent the screenshot to Jimmy, desperate to uncover who was invading her privacy. She couldn't even savor her weekend, knowing Zilla had someone snapping photos of her without permission. The anxiety consumed her, making each breath feel like a weight pressing down on her chest.

“Breathe In and Out Gigi, he’s not going to get you. We are here for you okay?” Genesis nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she struggled to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over.

As she glanced at her phone, they noticed it vibrate, revealing a message from Jimmy in response.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: When was this?

She let go of Jade and texted him back.

Gigi🤍: a few minutes ago I thought it was you texting me for some pictures or something come to find out it was your cousin I feel like he has someone to take pictures of me and I’m scared Jimmy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: don’t worry Gigi, we gonna get em fasho me and Jey finna find out who it is and they will be dealt with aight?

Gigi🤍: okay just be careful ion want nun happening to you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: baby yk imma be strapped just in case aight? I gotchu mama

Gigi🤍: okay daddy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: keep on Gigi

Gigi🤍: what daddy? I’m not doing anything 🙂

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight imma see you when I get home

Gigi🤍: 🙃🙃

After texting Jimmy about the situation, she finally found her composure. She suggested to Jade that they should go inside the house before Zilla sends her any more pictures.

They both returned indoors, securing the sliding door as Genesis ascended the stairs to enjoy a refreshing shower and change into something cozy.

At the gym, Jimmy was focused on his bench press, with Jey standing by as his spotter, ready to assist if needed. However, Jey's mind was elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of tracking down the individual who had been invading Genesis's privacy by snapping her pictures.

He was infuriated by that screenshot of Zilla and the images of her; he was eager to uncover the identity of the person responsible so he could crush them into the dirt.

“So what’s happening now twin?” Jey asked.

“We gotta find this fucking person who is taking these pictures of Gigi, ion like that shit.” Jimmy replied, lifting the metal bar high before lowering it back to his chest.

Jey raised an eyebrow at him, “it’s happening again? I thought we already dealt with Zilla ass twin?”

“Nah, he got someone else to do his dirty work for him knowing that we’ll catch his ass and we need to find out who this person is before shit gets worse.” Jey nodded in assent as he assisted his brother, carefully repositioning the metal bar onto the safety pins on the rack.

Jimmy rose from the bench, clutching his water bottle. He took a refreshing sip, feeling the cool liquid cascade into his stomach, before setting the bottle down beside him.

“How’s Gigi feeling about this?” He asked.

“She feels scared and worried about it twin, I don’t want her feeling like that.” Jimmy says with a heavy sigh.

Jey came towards Jimmy’s way patting him on his back as Jimmy looked up at him, “look uce, we gonna spin the block and find this person along with handling their asses aight?” Jimmy smiled at his twin brother dabbing him up as they hugged it out.

“Don’t worry we're gonna handle it and I’ll be right there with you.”

Once they finished their workouts, he and Jey set out to uncover the mystery behind the photos of Genesis. They cruised around the neighborhood, determined to track down the photographer, especially near the Airbnb where they were spending their weekend in Charlotte.

“Did Gigi say anything about what the person looked like?” Jey asked.

“Nah, she just sent me the screenshot of what Zilla had sent her.” Jimmy responded while driving around the neighborhood.

“Damn, we ain’t finna catch this fool if we don’t know what he looks like.” Jimmy and his twin brother made a pact to spend the entire night cruising around the block in search of this individual.

“Look, let’s just head back to the crib and wait it out to catch em.”

“A’ight then.” As Jimmy shifted the car into reverse, maneuvering it around before switching back to drive, a wave of anxiety washed over him. He couldn't shake the hope that they would track down the person responsible for those unsettling photos as they made their way home.

—

At last, they arrived home. Jimmy pulled into the driveway and switched off the engine. Stepping out of the driver's seat, he closed the door with a soft thud. He glanced around cautiously before securing the car door with a click, then fumbled with his keys as he prepared to unlock the house.

While he was engaged in that task, he and Jey heard a faint crack of a branch, drawing their attention. They scanned their surroundings again, suspecting it was just an animal scurrying through the yard. Once inside the house, they wiped their feet on the mat before proceeding.

In the living room, Jade was spotted among the crowd, either engaged in a game of Uno or absorbed in her phone. Meanwhile, Jimmy's gaze swept across the room, looking for Genesis, but she was conspicuously absent.

“Aye, where’s Gigi?” Jimmy asked.

“I think she’s upstairs, sleeping right now.” Jade responded as Jimmy nodded his head—heading upstairs towards the bedroom that they were sharing together.

As he swung the door open, he caught sight of her resting serenely in bed, one leg propped up and the other dangling down, forming a playful number four shape that made him chuckle. He quietly closed the door behind him and made his way toward her.

Draped in a snug brown nightgown that accentuated her figure, she wore a bonnet that accompanied her during her afternoon slumbers. As he approached, he gently pulled the blankets away, causing her to shift slightly in her dreams.

As he pressed his knee onto the bed, it dipped under his weight, and his hands glided over her curves. He leaned in, planting a passionate kiss on her neck, eliciting a soft whine from her lips as she attempted to push away whoever was intruding behind her.

Without hesitation, he seized her by the ankles, pulling her slumbering form toward the bed's edge before nestling between her legs. Jimmy started to plant soft, lingering kisses along her jawline, trailing down to her neck.

He slid her nightgown straps down, revealing her breast as it spilled out. He took one in his hand, swirling his tongue around the nipple, making her squirm beneath him. Meanwhile, his fingers gradually found their way to her clit, rubbing it in gentle, circular motions.

Genesis stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she caught sight of Jimmy nursing at her breast.

“J-jimmyy, I was sleeping good.” Genesis let out a frustrated whine, prompting a chuckle from him.

He gently withdrew from her embrace, realizing her nightgown had slipped down to her waist, leaving her partially exposed before him—he pressed his lips to hers tenderly before gazing down at her.

“My fault mamas, just wanted to wake you up to something good.” As Jimmy kissed her jawline, his fingers danced in circular motions over her clit.

“J-Jimmy, honey.”

“What mamas? Daddy is craving his princess right now after not seeing her all day.” His voice lowered several octaves, sending a chill down her spine as her breath caught in her throat. “You can have me later, baby.”

“But I want you right now Gigi.” Just as she was about to speak, a sudden knock on the door interrupted them, prompting Jimmy to pull his hands away from beneath her nightgown and move towards the entrance.

He cracked the door open, revealing his twin brother with his arms crossed, waiting patiently.

“What’s up Twin?” Jimmy asked.

“Jade said she had heard something moving in the backyard where the pool is at and sounds like snapping outside from a camera.” Jey responded.

Jimmy looked back at Genesis then his brother before saying anything, “A’ight, let’s go check it out to see if it’s the same person who taking these photos of Gigi.” Jey had nodded his head telling him that he’ll wait on Jimmy to come downstairs to see the situation.

Jimmy approached Genesis, gently kissing her forehead while she tidied herself up. She noticed him retrieving his Glock from the dresser and sliding it into the waistband of his Nike shorts.

“I’ll be back Gigi.” He swung the door open, closing it firmly behind him as he descended the stairs, heading towards Jey, eager to discover what was unfolding outside.

They scanned their environment, ensuring that nothing suspicious was happening nearby—until a rustle caught their attention, prompting them to turn and glimpse a shadowy figure lurking in the background.

At first, Jimmy couldn't identify the creature, thinking it was just an animal, until it shifted again, revealing something in its hands. Jey quickly realized it was a face he nearly recognized, and as he approached, the features became unmistakable.

The person made eye contact with Jey with their eyes being wide open as they tried to make a run for it. “Aye! Bitch ass boy!” Jey ran after the person causing Jimmy to follow behind him.

Unbeknownst to the individual, these two men were seasoned football players, making them significantly quicker. As the person sprinted and leaped over fences, the duo effortlessly matched their pace, hot on their heels.

“Don’t fucking run!” Jey yelled at the individual trespassing into a neighbor's yard.

The individual was causing a ruckus, attempting to trip up Jimmy and Jey, but their plan backfired as they turned to find both of them closing in.

They relentlessly pursued the individual, who appeared to be growing weary from all the running. As the person attempted to scale a high surface, Jey swiftly yanked them down by the legs, gripping the hem of their hoodie, and delivered a powerful right hook to their face.

“Remove the fucking hoodie from their head.” Jimmy insisted while Jey pulled the hoodie off the person's head, and their eyes widened in shock.

“Quincy?”

—

Genesis anxiously walked in circles, her heart racing with worry for Jimmy and Jey. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and to her dismay, the last person she wanted to confront stood before her, flanked by Jimmy and Jey.

“Q-Quincy? What the fuck are you doing here?” Genesis questioned him.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Quincy remarked.

“We found this fool behind the backyard taking pictures of you, fool had us chasing after his ass.”

Genesis stood with her arms crossed as Jimmy threw her the camera. She scrolled through the photos he had captured, her eyes widening when she stumbled upon the nude shots. Glancing up at Jimmy and then back at the camera, she offered a forced smile. Sensing her discomfort, he approached her, peering at the screen and noticing the revealing images, which made him cast a downward glance at Quincy.

“You’re a fucking creep why would you take these photos of me?” She asked.

“How else was I supposed to give you back all the money that I apparently stole.” He said.

Genesis scoffed at him, “you did steal all of my money, my hard earned money just so you could spend it all on that bitch you cheated on me with.”

Quincy had rolled his eyes at her smacking his teeth, “you still on that? I said I was sorry and that it happened so fast, I can see that you’d move on quickly after me.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing right now coming from his lips.

“What? You mad?”

“Yeah, I am mad because you moved on after divorcing me so you can be with this Samoan bitch.” Jimmy pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, nodding his head as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of Genesis.

“He’s your new nigga right?”

She gazes at Jimmy as he briefly meets her eyes before shifting his focus back to Quincy, who wears a smug grin. Genesis was determined to keep their relationship private, along with the secret of what she and Jimmy shared behind closed doors. It was no one else's concern; all that mattered was that he was her man and she was his woman—nothing more, nothing less. “It’s none of your business if he’s my nigga or not he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

Quincy chuckled at her, “that’s funny coming from you, I bet he hasn’t even touched you yet since you are all about being celibate and shit. He probably don’t know how to fuck you right like I can.” Genesis sensed Jimmy's hand resting on her waist, which drew Quincy's gaze as Jimmy attempted to discreetly indicate that they should find a secluded spot before he lost his composure.

Quincy is aware that he is getting under Jimmy's skin, provoking him in every possible way to observe his reactions. “Don’t keep him waiting too long or he’ll just find some pussy somewhere else I know his type.”

“You don’t know shit bitch, keep on.” Jimmy spat.

“Oh trust me I know enough, I know that your cousin should’ve finished the job but instead you have pretty white boy over here coming to save the day for poor Gigi.” Cody glanced over, bewildered, as he found himself caught in their discussion. “Maybe if he would’ve mind his business your cousin would’ve finished the job.”

Jimmy gripped Genesis' waist firmly, his fingers nearly pressing into her skin, but she welcomed it, understanding that he relied on her—she was his anchor, the only one who could soothe him apart from his brother and friends.

That’s when Cody had chimed in, “are you out of your fucking mind? Like what the fuck is wrong with you? Gigi is my best friend—their fucking cousin almost raped her and you think that’s okay?”

Quincy shrugged his shoulders not caring, “should’ve got the job done, you got all of these Samoan niggas all up on you thinking you sum special when you ain’t even all that Gigi.”

“Nigga, fuck you! You’ve put me through hell and back. You just mad because you wasn’t getting no pussy from me! But forced me to give it to you! And then have the fucking audacity to nut inside of me without my consent and I ended up getting pregnant and losing our child because of you!” Genesis shouted, feeling her heart pounding out of her chest.

Quincy just chuckled at her some more while sighing deeply, “maybe you should’ve just gave me some pussy Gigi then I wouldn’t have to force sex on you.”

Genesis wanted to run up on him and slap him in his face but Jimmy had held her back while shaking his head. “Bitch! I was not finna give you none! Especially if you hadn’t gone to get check out after you fuck that bitch to see if you had anything!”

Quincy looked at Jimmy then back at Genesis, “you fucked her yet? Or is she making you wait? Because trust me nigga she does have some good ass pussy. Shit you ass probably ain’t even better than me, can’t even hit all the right angles in her shit.”

A sinister chuckle escaped Jimmy as he nodded knowingly, his mind racing with thoughts shared with Genesis. They both understood the way he could make her moan and tug at his hair during their intimate moments. But would he dare to reveal that? Absolutely not.

“Imma let you assume whatever bitch, just know she’s safe with me.” Jimmy responded with a deep voice.

“So you working for our fucking cousin?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, he contacted me about his situation with her and said he’ll pay me to pay off all of the money I apparently stole from her just by taking pictures of her and sending it his way.” Quincy explained before he could continue looking at Jimmy. “Baby girl, you better give that man the green light for some pussy and make it official before his stupid ass cheats on you next.”

Jimmy clenched his fist, poised to deliver a swift punch to this idiot's face if the insults continued—he leaned in close to Genesis, whispering something in her ear.

“Take me somewhere private before I beat his ass Gigi.” Jimmy whispered as he looked at Jey giving him a signal to take Quincy outside and Beat his ass.

Genesis glanced at Jimmy, who was visibly upset. She gently intertwined her small hands with his, guiding him to a more secluded space where he could calm down before emotions escalated. They made their way to the bedroom upstairs, where Genesis opened the door and led Jimmy inside, closing it softly behind them.

Jimmy pulled his hands away from hers, pacing anxiously as he fought the urge to confront Quincy. She stood by, hesitant to approach him due to his anger, yet aware that she was the only one who could soothe him. Gathering her courage, she gradually moved closer, positioning herself in front of him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

As her fingers wove through his tousled curls, she sensed his hands gliding beneath her nightgown, gently cradling her curves before he nestled his face against her neck. With each caress, she felt him unwind under her touch, his lips planting soft, lingering kisses along her jaw and neck.

“I wanna beat his ass Gigi.” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“I know you do honey, you can do that while I’m not down there. Ion wanna see that.” Genesis responded by placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I know baby.” She showered him with soft, lingering kisses on his neck and face, feeling his arousal grow as he pressed his solid desire against her.

In that moment, he took her hand and guided it into his Nike shorts, allowing her to feel his arousal as she began to stroke him, her fingers gliding over the warmth of his pre-cum.

“I need something from you mamas.” He whispered.

“Anything you want Jimmy.” She whispered softly.

As she knelt down, tugging at his waistband, they instinctively distanced themselves. In response, he lowered his Nike shorts and boxers, revealing his impressive, thick member that nearly brushed against her face as she gazed in awe.

She playfully extended her tongue as he gently tapped his member against it, just before she could encircle his impressive length with her petite hands. She planted teasing kisses along its length, prompting him to cradle her chin, compelling her to gaze up at him with her innocent, doe-like eyes.

“You gon’ take care of me baby? I need to get all of this pressure off of me Gigi.”

She kissed the tip of his cock, “you know imma take care of you honey, lemme suck all of the anger and pent up frustration out.”

He loved the way she treated him with so much care, “hmm, nasty as fuck mamas. take this shit off too.” She complied with his request, sliding the straps of her nightgown down and allowing it to cascade to the floor, revealing her bare form—she started to caress him rhythmically before taking him into her mouth, prompting him to arch his back in ecstasy while she maintained her gaze on him.

Genesis swayed her head rhythmically, her fingers dancing up and down his shaft while her tongue playfully circled the tip, delighting in the sweet sounds of his moans as she embraced her dominance.

With one hand tangled in her hair, he felt Genesis take him deeper, struggling to restrain his hips from instinctively thrusting, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment.

He observed as she took him deep into her throat, Genesis easing her muscles as she looked up at him. With a playful touch, she lavished attention on his balls while rhythmically stroking his shaft, prompting him to arch his back in pleasure.

“Fuck, Gigi.” He moaned.

Genesis traced her thumb around the tip of his manhood, making him squeeze his thighs together and roll his eyes back in ecstasy. She resumed her oral pleasure, causing her to gag momentarily, but eventually relaxed her throat to take him deeper.

She took him in her mouth, struggling slightly as she reveled in the intense pleasure coursing through her. Her tongue danced along his length, making him quiver and tremble with delight.

“Take care of me so well baby.” A deep, throaty groan slipped from his mouth as Genesis's hands glided beneath his hoodie, exploring every inch of his chest.

She let out a soft moan as she pressed her lips against him, her saliva glistening and sliding down her cheek while her tongue danced around his shaft.

As her throat eased, she permitted him to slide deeper, taking him in fully while looking up at him with a gaze of submission.

She found herself in a captivating rhythm, feeling his member pulse within her mouth, while her own desire surged, her core drenched and aching, ready to leap at him in an instant.

Her thumb grazed his sensitive tip, sending him soaring to cloud nine for a fleeting moment. "Damn, mama, damn," Jimmy thought he was on the verge of losing himself completely.

As he pressed against her throat, the sensation of his tightening balls accompanied the rhythm of her movements, his slightly curved member brushing against her, and she welcomed it without hesitation.

The only sounds that filled the air were the messy, wet noises escaping her lips, with drool cascading down her cheeks. She adored the way he sounded and was unashamed to express her delight.

She was determined to nurture him during his recovery, mirroring the way he always cared for her; Genesis felt his hands gently stroking her cheeks, his gaze locked onto her innocent eyes, as a surge of desire coursed through him, making him roll his eyes in pleasure.

“Genesis, fuck Gigi. I’m finna cum baby.” He plunged his hips deeply into her mouth, gripping her hair tightly as he pursued his climax.

She held onto his thighs with a firm grip, her eyes locked onto his as he thrust deeper, pushing her head down. In that moment, his warmth filled her throat, and she savored the rich taste of him as she swallowed. “Eat this nut up baby, swallow that shit. Oh fuck.” A jolt of electricity surged through him, causing him to shudder briefly before withdrawing from her mouth.

He lifted her from her knees, gripping her throat as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was both languid and fierce, his tongue exploring her mouth even as he struggled to pull her nightgown completely off her body.

He gently lifted her thighs, guiding her to their bed where her back met the cool sheets. They lost themselves in a fervent kiss, and she could sense his arousal pressing against her desire, yet she felt unprepared for what was to come.

They separated briefly, her lips parting as she felt his warm saliva touch her tongue before they dove back into the kiss.

“So fucking nasty baby, you like that shit don’t you.” Jimmy murmured between the kisses.

“Mhm, I get this nasty whenever I’m near you daddy.” Genesis murmured back while tugging in his curls to deepen the kiss. “You gon’ lemme spit inside of yo’ mouth whenever huh?”

“Yes, daddy. Fuck I love you so much.” She could feel a grin on his lips when she had said that.

“I love you too baby.” He pressed a soft kiss on her jawline all the way towards her neck while rubbing her ass in circles while doing so before giving it a smack.

They were acutely aware of their deep feelings for one another, fully understanding the bond they shared, even if she hadn't yet signaled her approval to take their relationship to the next level.

At that moment, Jey was in the backyard with Quincy, delivering kicks to his stomach, which made Quincy groan in agony as he coughed up blood. Just then, they noticed Jimmy entering through the sliding door, closing it behind him, and spotting Quincy with blood trickling from his mouth.

“Pick him up.” As Quincy gazed up at him, Jey lifted him off his shoulders while Jimmy placed his order.

With a fierce grip on his face, Jimmy locked eyes with him, a smile creeping across his lips. "I want to send a message to our cousin," he declared. In a swift motion, Jimmy delivered a punch to Quincy's gut, forcing him to cough up blood onto the floor before he could strike again.

His reflection appeared a mix of purple and blue, a testament to Jey's cruel demeanor. Meanwhile, as he sought solace with Genesis, Jimmy had drawn his Glock from his shorts, aiming it at the trembling Quincy, who was paralyzed by fear.

"I want to send you a message that leaves you battered and bruised," he said, his voice steady. "Tell him that if he continues to mess with Gigi, it’s on sight. I’ll take him out without hesitation, family ties or not—he won’t lay a finger on Genesis." As he spoke, Jimmy aimed the gun at Quincy's leg, his eyes locked onto him.

As Jimmy pulled the trigger, a shot rang out, hitting Quincy in the leg and eliciting a scream of pain. "You bastard! You're doing all this for her?! She's nothing special!" Quincy spat in fear, but Jimmy's grip tightened around his throat, choking him swiftly while his eyes bore into Quincy's very soul.

“Watch yo’ mouth when you speak on her, just because she wasn’t special to yo’ ass doesn’t mean she’s not to me she’s a fucking diamond to me bitch ass boy.” Jimmy spat as he tucked his Glock back into his shorts, instructing Jey to grab the camera that Quincy had.

Jimmy spat as he tucked his Glock back into his shorts, instructing Jey to grab the camera that Quincy had.

Jimmy enthusiastically brandished the photo, recalling a stunning masterpiece he had glimpsed. He quickly retrieved Genesis's phone from his pocket, snapped a picture of the photo, and sent it to Zilla's number before tucking her phone back into his pocket.

“Throw his ass on the streets until someone comes to pick him up.” Jimmy said as he walked back inside the house seeing everyone looking at him.

“What?”

“Did you kill the man?” Bianca asked.

“Nah, just shot him in his leg, that's all. But I hope Zilla gets the message to not fuck with me.”

“Shit I hope this is all over with.” Jimmy nodded his head in agreement while heading upstairs to take a shower.

After finishing their dinner, everyone settled in to watch the newly released movie 'Sinners' on Amazon Prime. Genesis and Jimmy snuggled together on the spacious sofa, while the rest of the group lounged on the floor or on the other couch, all eyes glued to the screen.

There was a particular scene where Mary was all up on Stack getting all freaky with him saying how be robbing trains and banks but couldn’t rob this pussy for a night as everyone gasped.

“Oh lord.” Jade said.

“She’s a freakkkk.” Montez chimed in.

As Genesis looks up at Jimmy, she notices his gaze fixed on the screen, while his hands explore her body, tantalizingly close to her throbbing desire, yearning for his touch.

He looked down at her, noticing her gaze fixed on him, "What baby?" His voice resonated with a deep richness that made Genesis shake her head, redirecting her attention back to the film.

He observed her gaze fixate on the film while he surveyed the living room, noticing that everyone else was equally engrossed. As he let his hands glide down to her slick skin, he began to rub in gentle circles, watching her struggle to catch her breath and maintain her concentration on the screen.

He lavished her neck with soft, lingering kisses, drawing on it tenderly as if he were a vampire savoring a drop of blood—ensuring the blanket enveloped them, she could feel his arousal pressing against her.

“J-Jimmy.” She moans softly only enough for him to hear it.

“Focus on the movie baby, don’t want us caught up.” Jimmy whispered softly in her ear.

He gently lifted her leg while he inserted two fingers inside her, rhythmically thrusting in and out as soft, breathy moans slipped from her lips.

Fortunately, the television was loud enough to drown out the slick noises emanating from her as he pressed soft kisses along her neck, her fingers entwined in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“So wet baby, only for me right?”

Genesis was so engrossed in his gaze that she rolled her eyes dramatically, nodding absentmindedly, completely oblivious to the film playing before them. “Yes, only for you daddy. Only you.”

He persisted in bringing her pleasure, and she instinctively opened her legs wider, giving him more access. This enabled him to delve deeper with his fingers, while she grasped a nearby surface for support.

The echo of his hand meeting her clit filled the atmosphere as his fingers skillfully glided inside her. When he glanced up, he noticed her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

He tenderly cradled her face with one hand as she mischievously stuck out her tongue at him. This playful side of her surfaced only in their intimate moments—her longing for him was unmistakable. Their lips intertwined, sharing warmth as his tongue explored her depths, while his fingers roamed over her with passion.

Jimmy's warm saliva mingled with hers as he pressed his hand around her throat, creating an intimate connection between them.

With expert finesse, Jimmy curled his fingers, striking her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy, prompting her to clutch his shoulders fiercely as waves of bliss washed over her.

“Nasty as fuck mamas.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis mewled out softly.

“Mhm, I love that shit.” Jimmy increased his pace, his fingers expertly teasing her g-spot over and over.

He leaned in close, murmuring crude and offensive words just for her ears, while his eyes darted around the room, ensuring that everyone was engrossed in the film and oblivious to their mischievous antics hidden beneath the blankets.

Cum on my fingers baby You my lil baby right? I want you to have all of my babies.

She felt her body react to his caress, both tensing and softening around his fingers, as her eyes rolled back in bliss. His gentle murmurs of love sent exhilarating shivers coursing through her, making her stomach twist in a euphoric rhythm.

I love you so much Jimmy It feels so good baby Don’t stop please don’t stop

Her voice trembled and fell to a hushed tone while her nails dug into his biceps, unmistakably indicating that she was teetering on the edge of bliss.

“I’m close Jimmy.” Genesis moaned.

He softly kissed her lips, his hand delicately wrapping around her throat, enabling him to see her ecstasy flowing over his fingers. "I can feel you, sweetheart. Look into my eyes as you reach your peak." His fingers thrust deeply into her g-spot, the unmistakable sounds of her desire resonating, signaling that she was about to surrender completely.

He kept up his relentless pace, his fingers dancing in and out with a fervor that drove her to the edge. In that instant, she surrendered to the sensation, a soft moan slipping from her lips as her thighs trembled beneath her. A torrent of ecstasy washed over her.

Her soothing, velvety essence wrapped around his fingers, causing her body to tremble in reaction to the intensified sensation of his caress.

“There’s she go baby, such a good girl for me princess.”

He softly glided his fingers in and out, keeping a steady pace before eventually pulling them away.

She was drenched in sweat, leaning against him, trying to regain her breath after the powerful climax she just experienced—wondering how he would perform during their next encounter and if he could evoke such sensations again.

With a playful flick of his tongue, Jimmy savored the taste on his fingers before gently encircling her waist and planting a tender kiss on her forehead, all while their eyes remained glued to the screen.

Genesis drifted in and out of slumber after their session, her soft snores escaping her lips, which made Jimmy chuckle as he sat up from the sofa, gently cradling her in his arms.

“A’ight yall me and Gigi finna head upstairs together as you can see that she is knocked out.” Jimmy said.

“Damn. I wonder why but goodnight yall.” Jey remarked as Jimmy shot him the bird before making his way upstairs.

As he entered their bedroom, he swung the door shut with a kick, gently laying Genesis onto the chilly sheets, which made her stir in her slumber.

He removed his shirt as he climbed into bed beside her, drawing her closer to his chest. He noticed Genesis's phone was also plugged in as he set his own device on the charger.

Just as he was settling in, the sound of her phone beeping interrupted the moment, prompting him to lean over her carefully, ensuring he wouldn't disturb her, while he noticed a message flashing on her screen.

He knew it was from Zilla.

He unlocked her phone, clicking on the message to see what he had to say.

Unknown Number: You fucking bitch how could you let that fool do that to your ex husband? He must be fucking you good or something don’t worry when I catch you it’s over with.

With a soft chuckle, Jimmy glanced at the message before setting his phone beside her. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before making his way to bed.

He’ll do anything for her.

GUARDED.

a/n: Zilla better keep it pushing or his ass is next to getting shot in the leg because Big Jim don’t play about Genesis.

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

STAY UCEY

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ni-kichromehearts · 3 months ago

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Nishimura riki as your penpal

author's note: this is my first ever fic i've ever written. Not sure if i will continue lol.

MIGHT CONTAIN GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND TYPOS

You and ni-ki are penpals. Your mom works at a japanese company and got an oppurtunity to fly to japan. There, she became friends with Ni-ki's mom and both of them decided to let you guys meet each other. You two did, well that is when you're 7 years old. Running through the grass playing tag and hide and seek, Small hands running through the water splashing each other. You would write your name and his on this big rock near the river. How amazing would it be to bring back the past? The both of you are now stuck with pens, letters, stamps, messages on line and calls. It's been nearly 13 years since then.

"It would be really crazy if i was there rn." your phone beside you buzzed as your hands flips another page of the book you're reading.

"Lol. I wish you were though. I miss you :/" You hurriedly replied tapping your fingers on the table waiting for his reply.

You put down your phone. Thinking he must've been doing something which is why he can't response. "What's taking him so long?" you sighed and opened your book again. A hand appeared from the side of your body gently closing the book.

"waiting for my reply?" you felt a man towering over you. Your eyes widen and immediately looked back. It was Ni-ki.

Overwhelmed and excited, you didn't know what to say and just completely stared at him.

"No hugs? Your letter told me you want one from me?"

He waved your letter infront of you. Your face flushed but you didn't mind that and hurriedly wrapped your hands around him.

"You're too tall now" You muffled as he tightens the hug.

"Am i?"

The rest are For your imaginations

lol i wrote this despite having school tomorrow. I got too hooked up with reading Ni-ki fics.

#riki x reader #nishimura riki #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #jungwon #jay enhypen #sunghoon #heeseung #enhypen sunghoon #niki nishimura #enhypen niki #ni ki enhypen #ni ki x reader

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venusianelf · 1 year ago

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Game of Passion

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Frat/Fuckboy! TASM! Peter Parker x Fuckgirl! F! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Being the two people on your college campus with the biggest reputations for sleeping around, it was inevitable for you two to run into each other.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Weed Consumption, Swearing, Rough Sex (Spanking, Slapping, Choking, Degradation), Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), A couple uses of Y/N, Probably OOC! Peter, Reader and Peter are implied to be kind of assholes to their ex flings

Word Count: ~3,800

A/N: First fanfic I’ve written in a long while, and it’s smut of course lol. Might write more parts to this, not sure yet.

!!By clicking read more you are agreeing you are 18+!!

It hadn’t taken long for the rumors to spread about Peter Parker, all the girls would fawn over him and if they were lucky got to sleep with him, although never more than once. Similarly, it hadn’t taken long for rumors about you to spread. You had most of the men and women on campus wrapped around your finger. Even your best friend was desperate for more of you. You continually would laugh her suggestions off unless it made you potentially look more desirable for your new hit mark. In which case you’d kiss her dizzy and promptly drop her with a faux innocent smile as your newest hit would make their way over to you. Sure, you cared about her but you had promised yourself no feelings for anyone, even her. So you stuck to your rule of one and done.

Of course, from things you’d heard you had grown curious about Peter. Though you were more an attract than a chase kind of girlie. So sure you’d attend parties you knew he’d be at, hell even the ones out of the frat house he resided in. You’d caught a few glimpses of him before but other than a passing glance neither of you made a move. You had thought tonight would be no exception.

You sat in your dorm room with your best friend as you both prepared for your night out at Parker’s frat house. “Come onnn Y/N, what’s it going to take for you to kiss me again?” She whined as she watched intently as you applied your makeup. You chuckled at her desperation before looking at her in the mirror. “I’ll kiss you again if the situation arises where it’s useful,” You tease as she huffs and rolls her eyes. “No fun,” She replies as she opens her phone and responds to some of her messages. “Uh-huh sure, you’ll live,” You replied returning your focus back on your makeup. Feeling satisfied with it you grabbed your setting spray and generously mist yourself before adjusting your hair to frame your face better.

“What do you think?” You asked as you turned to your best friend. She gave you a look over in your dress and whistled appreciatively. “You look delicious, wish I was the lucky hit tonight,” She replied as you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Another day maybe,” You replied with a wink at her and watched as she promptly blushed before turning back to her phone to avoid your gaze. “Seems a good enough time to head over, you ready?” She asked as she stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress from laying on your bed. “Sure am,” You replied as you grabbed your purse and phone.

As you entered the frat party you felt the hungry gazes of many partygoers on you, smiling to yourself you held your best friend's wrist in your grasp as you led her and yourself to the drinks. You gave a flirty smile to the boy pouring you two drinks as you recalled the time you had hooked up with him. He hadn’t been half bad and seemed gentlemanly but that wasn’t really your type. You thanked him for the drinks before you continued pulling your best friend outside to watch some of the partygoers play beer pong and other silly games.

You chatted with her as you sipped your drink and surveyed the potential hits. Although as you did you felt the gaze of someone on you before turning to where you had felt it originate, locking gazes with one infamous Peter Parker. You noted his fluffy blond hair as you watched as his eyes raked over your body. You gave him an inviting smile before turning to your best friend to try to play hard to get. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he handed his drink to one of his friends and walked over to you, leaving whatever poor girl had previously been chatting with him alone.

You looked up at him in faux surprise as he approached you. Your best friend paused her conversation to look between you to two before excusing herself as she usually did. “Y/N, right?” He asked as you nodded in reply. “Peter, right?” You mirrored as he nodded in return. “Seen you around here a few times,” He replied as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. “I do my best to get out,” You responded after a moment and he raised an eyebrow. “I think you mean get around,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “As if you don’t do the same,” You taunted and clicked his tongue in response as he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You got me there,” He replied as he looked you over.

“You smoke?” He asked as you raised an eyebrow. “I do,” You replied unsure of if he had meant nicotine or weed, not that it really mattered. He nodded in response. “Care to join me then?” He asked as you contemplated it for a moment. “Sure, why not,” You replied as you watched a smirk play on his lips at your response. “Follow me then,” He said as he grabbed your wrist and guided you through the party crowd upstairs. You had been upstairs before during some of your other hook-ups but it felt somehow different to be heading to Peter’s room.

He opened the door and gestured for you to head in, obliging, you entered and moved to sit on his bed. “This your usual way of getting girls into your bed?” You teased with a raised eyebrow as he scoffed at your comment. He entered after you and closed the door and locking it. “Not usually,” He replied as he rifled through his stash and began rolling a joint for you two. You noted the distinct smell of weed as you got your answer to your earlier question. “Oh? Am I special then?” You joked as he chuckled in response. “If it makes you feel better then sure,” He replied before finishing rolling the joint and taking a seat next to you on the bed. You rolled your eyes at his comment.

He offered you the joint which you happily took and placed between your lips as he held a lighter up and lit it for you. Taking a drag you breathed in it, pleasantly surprised at the higher quality of it. “Not bad,” You commented as you passed it to him. He chuckled at your response. “What? Did you expect me to smoke shit weed?” He taunted and took a hit as you shoved him slightly with your elbow. “A little, yeah,” You replied with a laugh as he gave you a playful glare. He placed a hand over his heart with mock hurt in his eyes. “Ow,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, gimme that back,” You replied as you went to grab the joint from him. He raised an eyebrow at that before pulling it up over your head, out of your reach. You glared at him before trying to grab it.

As you made your move to grab it, he focused on the way you had to lean closer to him. His free hand moved to your hip as he pulled you into his lap. With his readjustment of you, you managed to grab the joint. Pulling it to your lips with a satisfied smirk. You took a hit but otherwise gave no indication of the effect being in his lap had on you. He watched as you breathed in the smoke, as you were about to blow it out he leaned forward and captured your lips. You gasped in surprise at his actions before feeling the open-mouthed kiss he placed on your lips. Realizing his intentions, you blew the smoke into his mouth as you two kissed. His hand that was not on your hip was quick to join the other. His grip squeezing your hips tightly as he kissed you hungrily. You felt your head dizzy as you grew breathless from the kiss.

When he pulled back to part from you, you both panted as his forehead rested on yours. One of his hands quickly moved to your hand that was holding the joint before grabbing it and placing it in an ashtray nearby. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” You huffed as he chuckled at your response. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He teased as your eyes widened slightly in surprise at his words. You quickly recovered as you swatted at his chest. “No, you’re just a jerk,” You argued as he raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m the jerk?” He questioned as you glared at him and nodded. He chuckled before running his free hand through his hair. “I’ll show what a jerk looks like princess,” He replied, and before you could fully process his words he had pushed you onto the bed with your face down and ass up. You squeaked in surprise as he manhandled you.

You craned your head back to glare at him. “You treat all your women like objects?” You taunted before squeaking again as you felt his hand collide with your ass as he spanked you. “No, just little sluts like you,” He replied as you bit back a moan from his degrading words. His gaze was trained on your face though and his eyebrow raised as he watched you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “Figures you’d like that,” He teased as his hands hiked up the bottom of your dress before rubbing circles on where he had spanked you. You shook your head to try to fight back the blush that coated your cheeks. “No- No, I don’t,” You replied trying to deny your interest in his mean words.

He tilted his head at that, and you moaned out in surprise as you felt his fingers prod at your entrance through your panties. “No? Your body seems to say differently,” He teased before looking down at where his hands touched you. He groaned at the sight of your drenched panties as he continued teasing you with his fingers. “You’re fucking soaked,” He muttered as his gaze was transfixed on how easily you had wet his fingers through your panties. Shoving your panties to the side he swore under his breath as he saw your glistening pussy.

His digits had you trembling under his touch as he collected some of your wetness of his fingers before moving to circle your clit. He looked up at you as he watched you face twist in pleasure as your eyes shut at his contact. “Sh- Shit! Fuck, just like that,” You moaned out as he chuckled. You opened your eyes to glare at him with that but quickly yelped when he slapped your pussy. “Don’t take an attitude with me whore,” He growled as you nodded back at him with tears pricking your eyes. “Ah! Okay okay!” You conceded as he watched you almost predatorily. You began wiggling as his hand stayed cupping your sex but not touching you more than that. His eyes glanced down at you grinding yourself into his hand before he looked up at your face again.

You whined as you felt the loss of his warmth as he pulled his hand back. “You want more? Then ask nicely,” He replied with almost a stern edge to his voice. Your eyes focused on him as you mentally fought yourself over it. You knew he wouldn’t let it go if you said please but you also didn’t want him to stop. Shutting your eyes you decided to say it regardless. “Please Peter, touch me, please,” You begged as he tsk’d at you. You opened your eyes and took in his disapproving expression as he looked at you. “You can do better than that,” He replied as you pouted at his words. “C’mon, Peter please!” You whined before you yelped as he spanked your ass once again. “Okay okay! Please, you can do whatever you want to me just please touch me!” You begged as his eyes darkened at your words. “That’s more like it,” He groaned before moving his fingers to your slit again.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him touch you again. His fingers made expert circles over your clit as you started trembling again as little moans and whimpers left your lips. He worked you up before his fingers moved down from your clit to your entrance as whined at the loss of contact on your clit. Although your disappointment was quickly washed away as you felt his tongue lick a stripe through your slit. Two of his fingers pressed into your entrance as he moved to suck on your clit. You moaned at the intrusion before shoving your face in his pillows to attempt to muffle yourself.

He sucked on your clit like a man starved as his fingers pressed further and further into you. Before long he began curling them trying to find the soft spongy spot inside of you. Your hips mindlessly jumped as he found the spot. You could feel him smirk against you as he continued hitting it over and over as you felt the coil in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. Your hands bunched up the sheets beneath you as you felt yourself draw closer and closer. “M’ gonna cum,” You whimpered as you turned your head to the side to make sure you were audible. “C’mon cum on my fingers princess,” He encouraged as he pulled back slightly before sucking on your clit with renewed vigor. You bit your lip hard as you cried out and your vision blacked out as white-hot pleasure coursed through you.

You shook as he fucked through your orgasm. As you came down, your hips attempted to jump away from his touch in overstimulation which he chuckled at as he pulled back from you. He flipped you over easily so you were on your back as you looked up at him dazedly and sated. “Look at you, one orgasm and all that sass is gone,” He cooed condescendingly as you blushed and rolled your head to the side to avoid his gaze. He tsk’d in response and grabbed your jaw with his clean and pulled you to look at him again before tapping his fingers that were covered in your juices to your lips. “Open up,” He commanded before your lips fell open in silent obedience. His fingers pressed against your tongue as you sucked on them and cleaned your slick off his digits. “Atta girl,” He groaned.

Once his fingers were clean, he pulled them out of your mouth as you whined sightly at the loss. He chuckled at that. “Don’t worry princess, we’re not done yet,” He replied. He got to work pulling your dress over your head as you leaned up slightly to help him. Once off, he threw it somewhere across the room as his gaze fixated on your tits. One of his hands moved to circle your nipple as he moved to suck your other nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped over it as he sucked, your back arching off his mattress as you gasped. Once he was satisfied he let go with a pop before kissing slightly above your tits as he sucked a hickey onto you.

Normally, you were against most marks anyone wanted to leave on you but his teeth and lips on you had you gasping and whining for more instead. He smirked as he pulled back to admire his work on your chest before leaning down to add more. As he did, you didn’t notice his free hand moving to unzip his jeans and push them down. He pushed his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free and began pumping it as finished littering hickeys along your chest. When he pulled back, your eyes focused on his cock. It wasn’t too long where it would hurt you but it definitely was bigger than average and a bit girthier too. You sucked in a breath as you watched him pump himself and the weeping head of his cock as his pre-cum drooled out of his slit.

He smirked at your doe-like eyes. “Like what you see?” He teased as your gaze quickly looked up to his eyes. You nodded needily at his question as he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Need it, please please, Peter, please!” You begged for him without prompting causing him to bite his lip to bite back a groan at your neediness. He clicked his tongue in response. “Well since you asked so nicely,” He replied as he moved to settle between your thighs. He glanced down between you two before glancing over at the drawer of his bedside table. “Can you grab a condom for me princess?” He asked as you blinked up at him dazedly. “M’ on the pill,” You mumbled as he groaned at the implication. “You clean?” He asked as you nodded at his question. “Fuck, fine,” He replied as he lined the tip up with your entrance.

He swiped it around a bit to gather some of your slick against him before he slowly pushed into you. You moaned and gasped out as your arms went to brace yourself on his forearms, nails digging into him. “Shit, you need to relax,” He muttered as he felt you squeeze the tip of him. He wet his fingers in his mouth before moving to circle your clit with them. You mewled at the touch but he felt you relax as he did. He continued his circles as he pushed further into you. You gasped and trembled under him as you felt fuller and fuller. Getting impatient, he gave a hard thrust up into you as he pushed him to be fully sheathed in you. You squeaked as he did your eyes shutting in the process. He stopped his touch on your clit as you whined. “Open your eyes,” He ordered but you kept your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the feeling of him filling you up so sweetly.

You squeaked in surprise when you felt his palm connect with your cheek. Your eyes opening suddenly at the impact. “There you go,” He groaned as you pouted and rubbed your cheek where he had slapped you. “What? You want me to kiss it better?” He teased as you nodded at his words. He huffed a little but leaned down to place a light kiss on your cheek. A small smile flitted across your face before you felt him roughly pull out and thrust back up into you. An embarrassingly loud moan leaving your lips. His face settled to bury in your neck as he continued the pace.

His hands moved to push your legs around his hips as he continued thrusting into you. One of his hands moving to draw circles on your clit as you moaned. You felt your body shaking once again as he built you back up to the edge. He pulled back to look down at you as he continued chasing his pleasure. Watching him with half-lidded eyes, you pawed at his free hand to pull it to your throat. He groaned as you settled his palm over your throat. “Fuck, you really are just a little slut, aren’t you?” He commented as you whined at his words. He placed more pressure against your throat at your needy whine, pulling a moan from you.

With the added sensation, you felt your orgasm rushing to you quicker and quicker. “You gonna cum for me princess?” He asked as he felt you clench his dick harder. You nodded frantically in response. “Go on then,” He encouraged as he tightened his grasp on your neck a little more. You choked on a moan as you felt your orgasm blind you with pleasure for a second time. You vaguely registered his groaning and swearing as you pulsed around him. Your limbs tingled with pleasure as the pressure on your throat prolonged your climax. As you came down from it, he moved his hand away from your throat to next to your head as his other hand rested on your hip to pull you closer to him as he chased his release. You mewled at the sensitivity before he leaned down and captured your lips in a messy kiss.

He groaned into your mouth as you felt his dick twitch before feeling him spill into you. He continued fucking you through his climax as you whined and mewled into his mouth. Once he came to a stop, he sighed before pulling out of you. Looking down, he groaned as he watched his seed spill out of you before moving to collapse beside you. You shut your eyes as you focused on calming your breath. You felt his eyes on you as he watched you, you peeked an eye open at him before making an annoyed noise. “What?” You asked before closing your eyes again. “Just making sure you’re still alive,” He chuckled and you mentally rolled your eyes.

“Uh huh, well your dick isn’t that good that it could kill,” You replied feeling more to your normal self. “Could’ve fooled me,” He laughed as you cringed remembering the way you had been so submissive to him a few moments prior. You shook your head at his words before opening your eyes and pushing yourself up on his bed. He watched you curiously as you looked around his room for your dress. Spotting it, you stood up on shaky legs to pick it up, adjusting your underwear which you both had been too caught up in to take off. Slipping the dress over your head and adjusting it to cover what you needed to you, you tsk’d as you saw the hickeys on your chest.

You shot him a glare. “What?” He asked with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Hickeys? Really?” You asked with a tilt of your head. “You weren’t complaining when it happened,” He replied with a shrug and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” You replied. You checked your phone from your purse as he tucked himself away and made himself decent. You glanced back up at him, “Well see you around then,” You said as he nodded with a boyish grin. “Mhm, same time next week?” He teased as you chuckled. “We both know that’s not how this works,” You replied with a shake of your head. He shrugged in response. “True,” He replied as you unlocked his door and opened it. You looked back at him, “See you around Princess Parker,” You giggled as he rolled his eyes. “Last I checked princess was your name,” He replied as you stuck your tongue out at him teasingly before walking out of his room.

You headed downstairs as you texted your best friend who quickly found you and promptly teased you about the hickeys you couldn’t fully hide. You promised to tell her the full story on the way back to your dorm. As you left though, you couldn’t help but wonder why your cheeks felt warmer at the thought of him.

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ohbo-ohno · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 1 - Leather & Latex

Ghost x Soap - 4k (on ao3)

summary: Simon goes to a kink club looking for a masochist to beat. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!ghost, sub!soap, sadist!ghost, masochist!soap, heavy painplay, undernegotiated bdsm because i didn't want to write it all out sorry lol but everything is 1000% safe sane and consensual

note: this is really not one of my faves of the month and i hate to start out on a not so strong note but oh well 🫠 hope you guys enjoy!

Simon leans against the bar, scanning the crowd for a potential play partner and swirling his glass of water lazily.

There are a few displays, but they rarely match Simon’s severity. He can hear Valeria whipping someone on a public stage, but her subs can never handle more than one session a night. Valeria’s as mean as he is - she puts on a good show, but always manages to get to the real painsluts before Simon can.

He needs someone who can take a few hits. Tonight his fingers twitch with the need to beat a pretty thing black and blue, he craves the pained cries and tears of a sub suffering so beautifully for him. None of his usual play partners are free tonight, all either coupled off already or busy, which means he’ll have to test drive someone new.

Always risky. In his experience, subs have a tendency to overestimate their pain tolerance when it comes to him. He tries to make his expectations as clear as possible going in, but it’s a coin toss on whether or not the sub will actually understand.

He’s contemplating moving to another club, listening as Valeria’s sub goes from shouting to screaming, when someone sidles up beside him.

The man is big, standing taller than almost everyone around him but barely eye level with Simon’s chin. He’s muscular too, defined abs and pecs displayed by his lack of a shirt. He’s got a chest harness on, one that wraps just under his tits and between them, a leather strap crossing across his collar bones and over his shoulders. There’s a little d-ring in the center - Simon imagines it’s for a leash to be hooked onto, considering his collar-less neck. He’s got something covering his groin at least, just a tiny and tight pair of leather shorts that Simon would bet money let his ass cheeks hang out.

He’s wearing an orange band on his right wrist - submissive, everything goes. Simon’s black band burns on his left - dominant, S&M

He raises his eyes back up the man once he’s done with his perusal, lets them linger appreciatively on his body. Simon’s always liked bigger subs, the ones who look like they can take a few blows and come right back for more.

The mohawked man smirks at him when they make eye contact, leans into Simon’s personal space with an elbow on the counter. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

Simon only cocks an eyebrow at that. He’s wearing his own leather pants and a tight latex top with a surgical mask over his nose and mouth, meaning there’s very little skin left uncovered for this sub to see. “Cocky, are we?”

The sub hums a little more, moves even further into Simon’s space. Surprisingly, he finds he doesn’t quite mind the intrusion. “Aye, I know I look damn good tonight. You lookin’ for someone to beat?”

Ah, right to business. Simon finds he likes this sub more and more every minute.

“Yes,” he replies, turning his body fully towards his potential partner and straightening up. “Need someone who can take whatever I decide to give. You gonna give out in the first twenty lashes?”

That gets him a snort, the smaller man moving so close they’re nearly bumping chests. “I hope that’s your warmup. Takes a lot to hurt me, I’m a right painslut. You up to the challenge?”

Simon gives the man another long look, assessing him a bit more, trying to gauge how much of his tone is bravado and how much is genuine. “What’s your name?”

“Johnny. Yours?”

“Simon. But you’ll call me Sir. Are you good with the traffic light system?”

Johnny perks up, like he hadn’t expected such an easy agreement. “Aye. You want to do this in private or on a stage?”

Simon shrugs, already abandoning his water and stepping away from the bar. “Up to you.”

“Showroom, then.”

Simon smirks at the decision, somehow unsurprised that this little sub is a bit of an exhibitionist. He strides off to the showrooms, doesn’t bother to glance over his shoulder to make sure Johnny’s following along.

There are already several people sitting in the audience for the impact-play room, watching another Dom carry their sub out through the one-way mirror. Simon holds the door open for Johnny once they’ve both cleared their intent with the dungeon monitor, confirming that they’re using the traffic light system as safe-words and that they’re going inside with no intention of having sex, just of beating and being beaten. Johnny’s antsy through the whole discussion, nearly bouncing on his toes in anticipation. It makes Simon’s lips curl beneath the mask, makes him want to grab the boy and force him still.

He pulls the mask off once they’re alone in the room, uncaring about their small audience seeing his face.

“Och, you really are handsome,” Johnny flirts, sliding up to Simon’s side and eyeing him like he’s his next meal.

Simon wraps a hand around his throat, has him pinned against the wall before Johnny even realizes he’s been moved. “That’s not how you refer to me, Johnny.”

The smaller man smirks, licks his lips and leans forward so Simon’s nearly choking him. “You really are handsome, Sir.”

That earns him a backhand to the face, gets Simon a sharp exhale and wide eyes in return. “Watch the attitude. You’re already getting the beating you want so badly, bratting won’t get you anywhere with me.”

This time, Johnny’s “Yes, Sir,” sounds far more sincere.

He pulls him away from the wall with a hand on his shoulder, sends him stumbling towards a Saint Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the room with a smack to the ass. “Stand there, back to me.”

Johnny swings his ass as he walks, sends a sultry look over his shoulder. Simon is careful not to give him anything, just crosses his arms and stands tall.

He moves forward once Johnny’s leaned on the cross, straps his ankles and wrists into the attached cuffs and double checks he’s not cutting off any circulation. He stands in front of Johnny for a moment, cups his chin and stares deep into the sub’s eyes to try and get a feel for his headspace. His eyes are clear, sparking with anticipation.

Johnny smirks up at him. “You’re gonna beat me black and blue, aren’t you?”

Simon can’t help the twitch of his lips. “Oh, I’ll break you, boy.”

“You’ll try.”

That gets Johnny his second slap of the night, an open-palmed crack against his cheek.

“Watch it. You okay with being naked, or you wanna keep those little shorts on?”

Johnny snorts a laugh. “Take ‘em off, they’re hardly covering much anyway. Get the harness off, too?”

Simon scowls at the expectant tone when he steps around Johnny, yanks his zipper down and leaves the shorts hanging loose around one ankle. He gives Johnny a few harsh blows to his ass, goes until his own palm buzzes pleasurably at the sting. If they were doing anything more than a little painplay, Simon would take the time to work on Johnny’s attitude.

“You just naturally a brat, is that it? You’ll speak to me with respect if you want your beating.”

That gets a moan, has Johnny shifting in his bindings. “Sorry, Sir.”

Simon gives his cheek a smart tap, then a squeeze. He’s got quite the ass, this Scotsman. Simon can’t wait to paint it red. He steps back after a moment of feeling him up, scans his options for the night where they hang against the wall.

He starts off with a flogger. It’s a lightweight thing, with thin leather tresses that’ll make for a nice but decently intense warmup to see if Johnny’s as much of a painslut as he claims. It’s light in his palm, and he swings it in the air a few times to stretch out his wrist and build up a bit of anticipation.

He starts laying strikes when Johnny starts wiggling again, paints them across the boy’s shoulder blades and a bit lower to turn him a light pink. His skin is tanned, so it takes a bit of work on his part. Johnny’s silent at first, still squirming around like he can hardly feel anything, so Simon increases the force of his swings at just a bit of a faster pace than he would’ve with another sub.

Johnny lets out a little sigh, like he’s relaxing into something pleasant, but he stays stiff and upright on the cross. No flinching, no cringing, no whimpering or whining.

Simon smiles to himself. First test, passed.

He continues his warm up, lays harder and harder strikes along Johnny’s shoulder blades and mid-back until he’s painted a nice rosy color, watches him settle a bit as the sting starts to sink in a bit more. By the end of the warm up, Simon loosened his dominant arm and wrist nicely, and set the tone well enough for Johnny to stay quiet and still.

At least, that’s what Simon thinks. Until he steps away to set down the flogger and pick his next tool, when Johnny looks over his shoulder with a confused look.

“That’s it?”

Simon raises an eyebrow. “That’s your warm-up.”

Johnny almost looks disappointed, resting his chin on his bicep. “Oh.”

Simon doesn’t speak, let’s Johnny stew in his own silence until he decides he’d like to finish his thought. It doesn’t take long.

“Are your twenty lashes gonna be like that?”

He fights down a smirk. “It’s a warm-up, Johnny. And you’ll be taking far more than twenty lashes, don’t start getting greedy.”

He doesn’t look fully mollified, but Johnny’s lips tilt up in the corner and he turns his head back to the wall. Simon rolls his eyes at Johnny’s back - God save him from bossy subs. If they were any more committed to each other, Simon would lock Johnny’s little prick up for an attitude like that. He’ll have to settle for humbling him with a few whips. Not the least fair trade-off in Simon’s mind.

He picks up a cat-o-nine with particularly thin leather tails, the type that should leave Johnny hissing if Simon uses it right.

He repeats his process, swings the tool through the air a few times to let Johnny hear it move, let him try and guess what’s coming. Again, he only makes contact once Johnny starts his squirming again.

He whips across the already pinked skin. Johnny sucks in a sharp breath at the first hit, releases it loudly and seems to steel himself for what’s coming. Simon can’t help his smirk now, laying lashes noticeably harder than he might with another sub.

There are clear markings across Johnny’s back where the tails hit, little raised red lines making a nice addition to the base color he’s already got going. It takes Johnny a bit longer to go still this time, takes a bit to settle into the pain but taking the whipping nicely once he does.

The color looks good on him. Johnny’s an incredibly muscular man, and the way he stiffens in anticipation of Simon’s next swing - the way his back muscles spasm a bit against his own will when he hits a particularly sensitive spot - has Simon chubbing up in his pants.

He lets out occasional little sighs at the sting, noises that seem entirely involuntarily as he starts to truly lean into the pain.

Simon adjusts his cock and gives Johnny a break after nearly 30 lashes, doesn’t say anything as he waits for whatever smart-ass remark he’ll get. He shifts back to the wall of tools as he waits, picks his next instrument.

Johnny doesn’t disappoint. He doesn’t glance over his shoulder this time, stays nice and still, loose, like the pain is starting to get to him.

“They got anythin’ more intense back there? No offense, Sir, but it’s lookin’ like your bark is bigger than your bite from this end of the leather-”

Crack!

That gets a loud cry from Johnny, his head thrown back and his spine arching away from the pain. The bullwhip feels good, familiar, in Simon’s palm, and he turns it a bit as he watches Johnny blink wide-eyed, watches him sink back into the correct position with a stiffer posture.

“Still think you can take your twenty lashes?”

Johnny huffs, hangs his head and shakes out his shoulders as best he can in his bindings. Simon watches as he slowly unlocks each of his muscles, smirks at the sign of an experienced painslut. Johnny knows damn well that the tenser he is the more he’ll hurt, and as much of a whore as he might be for his whippings, twenty lashes with a bullwhip are hard to take even loose-limbed.

Simon lets the whip drag on the floor, then cracks it through the air next to Johnny’s side. He laughs when the boy nearly jerks himself off of his cross, let’s his voice echo menacingly in the room to work Johnny up a bit more.

“Gonna have to be still if you don’t want to hurt yourself, Johnny. Be good now.”

Johnny drops his head a bit, groans as he clearly talks himself into going still. He does so a moment later, body nearly deadweight against the cross.

“Attaboy,” Simon rumbles. He snaps the whip, watches the sharp stripe of red form on Johnny’s back and nearly smiles when he cries out again. “Start counting.

Crack!

“Ugh, fuck, th-three.”

“Nope, you didn’t count the first two. Start over.”

“You’re fucking kidd-?!”

Crack!

“Fine- shit, one!”

Crack!

“T-two, Christ…”

“I don’t think I like your tone, Johnny. Start over. With respect this time.”

He really does smile at the agonized sound Johnny lets out. Poor little maso, doesn’t even know what he’s got himself into by baiting Simon all night.

“We’ll do twenty-five, just to make sure all that nasty attitude is properly beaten out of you. Remember to watch your tone.”

Crack!

“One, Sir!”

“There you go, Johnny, good boy.”

Crack!

“Two, Sir!”

The lashes look very nice along Johnny’s back. Simon almost wants to step forward and trace them with his tongue, watch Johnny cry out at the sting soothed by the soft muscle, whip him across that same spot and watch him wail…

Crack!

“Five… five, Sir!”

Simon’s careful not to let the whip wrap around at any points, lands his lashes in firm safe-zones to avoid any serious injury. It’s got the extra perk of layering his lashes on top of each other, making Johnny scream when he gets one after the other in nearly the same spot.

Crack!

“Seven, Sir… fuck…”

He doesn’t allow himself to fully sink down as he whips Johnny, he knows he needs to stay alert in case his sub’s tone shifts to anything that indicates real danger, but he lets himself float into Domspace just a bit. He feels powerful as he whips Johnny.

“Ten, Sir!”

Johnny’s shoulders quivers, and Simon adjusts himself in his pants again. There’s something so satisfying about bringing such a large, strong, masculine man to his knees (metaphorically, of course, seeing as Johnny couldn’t fall to his knees if he wanted to, tied up as he is). Johnny had walked through that club like he owned the place, head thrown back and showing off every piece of his body he could get away with.

“T-Twelve, Sir!”

It feels good to put him in his place. To metaphorically grind his heel firmly onto Johnny’s back, have him literally writhing and shouting while tied to a cross, taking his lashes like a good boy. The sight of such sharp red lines over all those hills and valleys of muscles…

“Sev… seventeen!”

“Seventeen what?”

“Sir! Sir, sir, seventeen, sir!”

Crack!

“Ei-Eighteen, Sir! I’m sorry, so sorry, Sir…”

“That’s alright, you’re still doing good, Johnny. Check in with me - you alright to keep going?”

The look Johnny shoots over his shoulder is almost offended, and surprisingly put-together considering his previous cries. “Course, Sir. Am still green. Will let you know if am not.”

Simon almost snorts. “Back around. You��re not done taking your lashes.”

There’s a smile on his lips when Johnny obeys his command. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hm. Keep counting.”

Crack!

“Nineteen, Sir!”

Simon’s surprised Johnny’s as coherent as he is at this point. He’s never pushed quite so far with a play partner on the first night, but Johnny’s eyes had been nearly clear when he’d glanced over his shoulder, only a few light traces of tears down his cheeks.

Crack!

“Twenty-two! S-Sir!”

His last three lashes are the hardest, even though Johnny’s already taken so much. He wants the boy broken down to pieces, wants him sobbing and unable to control it, wants him trembling and gasping for air in Simon’s arms.

Johnny nearly screams the final numbers, each of them laid one over the other.

“Twenty-five! Twenty-five, S-Sir!”

“Hmm, good boy, Johnny. Took your lashes well for me.”

Simon lays the cruel whip back in its place, steps around in front of Johnny and cups his chin to raise his face and make eye-contact.

Those last few lashes did their job, Johnny already looks far more fucked out than he had only minutes earlier. The stream of tears down his face is constant now, but his brow is smooth and his lips quirk up into a little smile, giving Simon all of his weight and trusting him to hold him up.

Simon strokes his leather-clad thumb over Johnny’s chin. “Color?”

Johnny doesn’t answer right away, clearly focuses on cataloguing himself and the pain now that it’s not coming so consistently. Simon’s glad to see him take the time to answer truthfully, continues to stroke across his chin for a bit of comfort. Eventually, Johnny blinks back up at Simon and says, “Green, Sir.”

He can’t help but smile a little. “Want to go a little longer, then?”

That gets him a smirk. “If your arms aren’t tired yet.”

Simon backhands him, lets his chin go so he jerks into his own arm and muffles his groan into his bicep.

“Never met a brat who’s quite as much of a painslut as you. It’ll be fun to watch you beg.”

Johnny’s canines peek out behind his lips when he grins. “Do your worst, Sir.”

Simon gives him a sharp little tap to the cheek, another to his ass when he walks away. “I’ll make you regret that, Johnny. You’ll be sceamin’ yourself hoarse by the time I’m done with you.”

The gloves Simon slips on after taking his off are heavy, a little warmer than he’d usually like for daily use, but the sharp spikes down each of the fingers are what really matters. He tests one with a fingertip as he talks to Johnny, smirks at the sting.

“You wish. Haven’t had a Dom make me cry like that in years, you think you’ll be the one to break my streak?”

Simon smirks as he hovers just at Johnny’s side, feels the heat emanating from the sub’s body and watches sweat drip down his back.

“Oh, I know I will.”

He lands a sharp smack against Johnny’s bared ass, makes sure to curve his fingers just so to make sure Johnny feels each and every barb.

He yelps, jerks away from the sting and squirms a little in his binds. Simon bites his tongue to keep from laughing as he watches Johnny’s face go from teasing and a little dazed to shocked, wide-eyed and mouth gaping.

He doesn’t wait for another response, only begins to rain down smacks on Jonny’s ass. He’s careful not to slam the spikes too deeply - doesn’t know how Johnny is with blood, doesn’t want the dungeon monitor to make it his business when Simon is so close to bringing Johnny down - but that doesn’t blunt the impact any. With the spacing of the spikes and his own fingers, it’s nearly impossible for him to not layer the hits over one another.

Simon angles himself just a little further forward, to get a better look at Johnny’s face as he starts to writhe, starts to try and run from the pain. His face is scrunched up beautifully, tears dripping down his chin and to the floor. He grits his teeth against moans.

They go like that for a bit. Simon moves himself fully behind Johnny to land slaps with both hands at once, spends some time with just Johnny’s upper thighs for a bit so they don’t feel neglected. His whole back is red, from shoulders to thighs, and the sight gives Simon that rush he’s been itching for all day.

When Johnny goes from moans to whimpers Simon moves to the front of the cross, places his gloved-hands lightly over Johnny’s chest to get his attention.

“Look at me, Johnny.” Simon waits, gives the sub as soft a smile he can when Johnny’s teary eyes meet his. “Color?”

It takes a moment, but Johnny stutters out, “G-green,” with a breathless pant, his body loose against the cross.

Simon hums as he wraps his arms around Johnny, presses his elbows tight to the boy’s ribs and places his hands firmly on Johnny’s shoulders. “Good boy.”

He drags down over the lashings, watches with rapt attention as Johnny screams.

His face goes red with it, veins popping in his neck, spit dribbling down his chin, body fighting to get away from the pain even tied as firmly to the cross as he is. Simon smiles, strokes his hands up and down in uneven patterns without easing the pressure.

“F-fuck, fuck, oh my God, sir- sir, I- fuck!”

“That’s it,” Simon chuckles, gives a few harder presses into place he knows Johnny’s more sensitive and relishes in the sound of his scream cracking. “Scream for me, boy, c’mon.”

He follows commands beautifully, Johnny. Simon’s not sure he’s ever been so satisfied watching a sub break down, watching them lose all control and go into the pain completely.

He lets himself indulge in Johnny’s pain-filled expression for as long as his boy can bear, drags his hands up and across his most sensitive spots, squeezes his ass a few times to reignite that sting.

Eventually Johnny manages to blink hazy eyes up at Simon, murmurs, “Yellow, Sir,” softly, tears still dripping down his cheeks and his breath hitching.

Simon can’t hold back his smile as he takes the gloves off, unchains Johnny and eases his limbs down. The Scot is all dead weight in his arms, but Simon’s more than strong enough to carry one subbie out of a showroom.

He’s careful with the way he carries Johnny so he doesn’t aggravate any painful spots - he hefts him over his shoulder, keeps a hand behind both of his knees to hold him steady and resists the urge to stroke his glowing ass, to feel how the heat emanates from it. There’s a little drunk giggle from over his back when he flips Johnny up.

The previous Dom and sub have cleared out the aftercare room just outside of the showroom, meaning Simon’s got free reign to coax his sub for the night down to planet Earth.

He lays him out, stomach down, on a long leather couch. The furniture’s upkeep cost must be insane considering how many sweaty bodies have laid across it, but it’s in pristine condition as Simon sits.

He tucks Johnny’s head into his lap, turns his face to the side and gives him long, slow pets down his mohawk. Johnny hums a bit at the contact, burrows his face deep into Simon’s stomach and reaches his free hand down to wrap around Simon’s ankle.

He’s endearing when he’s blissed out, his little face peaceful and his limbs loose, his back covered in Simon’s marks and his sub seemingly all the happier for it. He’ll have to get some soothing cream in a few minutes, have to properly take care of Johnny’s body when he’s not conscious enough to do it for himself.

But that can wait. For now, Simon leans his head against the back of the couch, continues his soothing motions through Johnny’s hair, and thinks about how he’ll coax the sub into another session sooner rather than later.

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tillthelandslide · 1 year ago

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A/n: i don't know what this is but... I wrote something, woo? (This does not mean I'm back, this is literally the first thing I've written in god knows how long because I'm so frazzled atm and I doubt my brain will let me write anymore) thank those new photos of Matty in that grey shirt for whatever this is. P.s I've literally just wrote this before Im posting it so it has not been spell checked and probably has loads of grammatical issues lol. Love you byeeeee - Lou

Sweat still drips down his forehead, running along his cheek tortiously slow. Your eyes are focused, following the line, eyes landing on his upper lip and never leaving it. Even when his there, right in front of you, one hand clamping around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. Your own hands find his shoulders in response to the squeeze he delivers to your waist. A simple "you alright love?" falling from his lips, those same lips that you can't stop staring at.

Well actually it's just above the plump, red mouth that moves temptingly. A strip of hair you swore you hated at first, a fact you let him know, plenty. But tonight (and even before that), Matty with his tight grey shirt on and hair perfectly styled... Well you certainly didn't hate it now.

"come with me" the words leave your mouth heavily, laced with something more, something that sounds like "Matty I want you" to his ears. Your small hands tug him through the corridors back stage, he knows the way without looking, eyes trained on your lips now, all smirky and up to something.

"baby I've barely got off stage" he mumbles when you open the door to his dressing room. You push against his chest, the same chest that's been straining against the fabric of his shirt ever since he stepped foot on that stage.

"exactly" one more push and he's landing on the sofa with a little "omph". You're with him in a split second, legs hooking over his thighs one by one and lowering yourself until he can feel you pulsing above him and you can definitely feel him.

Hard and heavy and desperate. The few words you've uttered and the looks you've been throwing his way, definitely doing their job well.

"you looked so good tonight" you say, head finding a comfortable place by his throat, sucking and biting, drawing low grunts from his throat.

"just tonight?" He says. Oh he's in a mood, wanting you to tell him how bad you want him. And you'll tell him, of course you'll tell him.

"no... Not just tonight" your words aren't what makes his hips thrust up, it's the way after you say them your mouth finds his upper lip. Your tongue swipes over the hair and his hips work on their own accord.

It fucking kills him, makes him buck up and swear and grab your own hips, pining then down against his own and forcing you to roll them.

"fuck" he says, head moving up, further into your lips and tongue.

"thought you hated it" he says, straining his neck more until his mouth captures yours. You want to reply but his own tongue finds yours and your words get caught in your throat, if not for a moment..

Your lips separate with a smack and your eyes fall to his moustache again, coated in a mixture of you and him, a filthy mix that makes your hips roll against him and a moan to slip.

"definitely don't hate it then" he says with a smirk. You smile at him, thumb slowly running across the hair, collecting the mix and bringing it to your mouth. You slip it between your lips as you shake your head.

"definitely don't hate it" you confirm.

"fuck you're perfect" he waits until your thumb has slipped from your mouth and tugs you back, tongue meeting yours again and hips bucking.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Ridiculously Adorable

Anthony DiNozzo x reader warnings: language, minor injury, sass and banter, flirting. Welp. here we are, it's the first time writing Tony as a pairing, so be kind lol. Hopefully we'll get some more requests for him because I'm slowly fixating and the content out there is practically non existent! criminal. Love DiNozzo and don't want to miss out?! Taglist here! Like what you’ve read? Buy me a coffee🩵🫶🏻

A small light flashed into one of your eyes and then the other before you were asked to follow its movement with both your eyes for a moment or two, the face in front of you trained on yours before they made the assessment that you were okay. You let out a heavy huff, your shoulders drooping as your head tilted back, stretching out your neck before you stood up, only it was a second too soon and you instantly wavered, hand shooting out for the chair beside you.

“DiNozzo!” Gibbs’ called out from beside you, causing you to wince, “take this one home!”

“Boss, I’m fine!” You protested, squinting in his direction.

“Oh c’mon,” Tony called back, “why me?”

“Because you basically pistol whipped her!” Gibbs replied, smacking the back of his head.

“In fairness… I’m not used to the push back on that gun and I did not know she was right behind me.”

“Don’t care. Be glad you didn’t knock her out and that this was just a training exercise not out in the field.”

“The medic cleared me.” You gestured vaguely in the direction they’d disappeared in.

“I still don’t want you driving.” Gibbs shot you a sympathetic look and you let out a breath, “and take the rest of the weekend off.”

“Fine.” You admitted defeat, ripping off your vest and wandering to the sidelines to collect your things as Tony did the same. You were a little surprised he didn’t put up a fight when you started to walk towards your car instead of his, reluctantly tossing him the keys before heading toward the passenger door. “Try not to crash it.”

He muttered something unintelligible back to you as the two of you got into the car, throwing your gear into the backseat and getting settled. Tony had carpooled with you a small handful of times before, not needing much instruction on how to get to your place which you were thankful for, your head seemed to be hurting more now that you were whipping through the city streets. You closed your eyes for a moment in an attempt to block out all the blurry shapes you were speeding by, hoping that would make it better.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, his voice quiet enough you barely registered it over the whir of the engine.

“Yeah.” You cracked open your eyes, looking over to him, “just a headache. Besides,” your lips twitched up into a smirk, “it’s not like you hit hard, we all know you’ve got a major weak left hook.”

“Oh come on!” He protested and you winced at the volume, shrinking toward the car door and he instantly frowned, “sorry.”

“S’okay. I know how loud you are, why do you think I wanted to wait for McGee?”

“Now you’re just being mean.” He taunted, “why must you hate me so?”

“Bold coming from the man who pistol whipped me today.”

“I said I was sorry.” He insisted, a dejected expression on his face but at least this time you laughed, your elbow finding home on the windowsill as your eyes fluttered shut again.

“Just drive Tony.”

“Yes ma’am.”

His lips flicked up into a grin as he turned his gaze back to the road, appreciating the silence of the drive after an extra long and overloaded day at work. He honestly did feel pretty terrible about how the hit went down, it had been completely on him and he was just thankful you were okay, not to mention now he could tease you about your hard head once you were healed. Throughout the drive he found his eyes flicking over to you, making sure you were still conscious, catching you staring out the window every so often, shifting in your seat to stay comfortable.

“Do you have a remote?” He asked, suddenly breaking you from your drowsiness.

“Huh?”

“For the garage.” He gestured and when you glanced up you realized you were already home.

“Oh.” Reaching into the backseat you dug around for your bag, finally finding your keys, pulling them and the attached FOB out to pass to Tony. You guided him to your parking stall, mentioning that you’d call an Uber for him to get back to work and his car.

“Ohoho,” he chuckled, “you’re not free from me yet, Gibbs would probably have me hunted down if I didn’t make sure you were upstairs alright.”

It was your turn to chuckle softly, “you’re not wrong.” Grabbing your bag from the back seat you stepped out of the car, swinging the door shut behind you, “come on...”

Anthony let out a small laugh, cautiously following you to the elevator a little closer than he normally would, ready to make sure you were steady on your feet now after the twenty minute drive. Once inside your apartment you kicked off your shoes, dumping your coat and bag on the kitchen island with a groan, rubbing at your temples before your hands ran over your face.

“There’s a few beers in the fridge.” You murmured.

“Really don’t think you should be drinking.” He replied and you laughed quietly.

“For you, not me. I need a shower, and you need something to distract yourself from the fact that I’m naked in the next room.” You teased with a smirk, pulling an offended scoff from Tony.

“You know I’m not all boobs and butts right?”

“Oh I know.” You laughed, stepping forward to pinch his cheek, “you like to have this whole playa game going on but you’re really a big ass softie. Otherwise you would’ve left me in the parking lot at work.” You flicked the tip of his nose as he let out a playful laugh, watching you disappear deeper into the house, the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut behind you.

Tony glanced through your apartment, it was always tidier than his, more organized but he could tell that you’d been pretty distracted, more focussed on work recently than keeping up around the house. Feeling bad considering he was likely the reason you needed an extra break over the next couple of days he let out a breath, snagging one of the aforementioned beers from the fridge before he started on his task.

He collected the couple of coffee mugs and single wine glass from the coffee table, sniffing at the take out container before deciding to toss it in the trash. The blankets on the couch got folded, left neatly laid over the back of it before he piled up the notebooks and books on the table into a nice little pile. He was about to take out the trash when he realized he should probably go through the fridge first, adding in anything else that needed to be taken out, stuffing it into the bag and propping the door open so he could dart down the hall.

When he was back he started on the dishes, attempting to find the appropriate places for the dishes you’d already cleaned before turning on the tap and starting on the dirty ones.

You weren’t sure if it was the heat of the water or the jolt to the head that was fogging up your brain but you knew it was finally time to get out of the shower when the water was running cold. You did your best not to grumble as you stepped out of the tub, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel to dry off with before padding through the bedroom to find your comfiest pyjamas.

You were about to drop into bed when you realized not only was the water cup on your nightstand empty but your stomach was growling. Picking up the cup you wandered out to the other side of your apartment, your brow furrowing at the sight of Tony in your kitchen.

“You’re still here?” You asked, your voice a little groggy as Tony turned around to face you.

“I figured you should eat.” He shrugged.

“You cooked?”

“It’s packaged ramen, don’t get your hopes too high.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, moving to the sink to fill up your cup.

“Probably better than nothing.” You bumped his shoulder with your own, “thanks.”

“I fucked up today.” He let out a soft sigh, reaching into the cupboards to find a bowl, “it’s the least I can do. Besides, you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“I’m fine Tony.”

“You could be concussed.” He reminded you, handing you a bowl, “so eat this, drink some water and you let me know the second you feel nauseous or have some kinda migraine. I’ll the take the couch, catch up on tonight’s game” he gestured toward it, “it’ll be chill.”

“Alright.” You let out a small laugh, shooting him a smile as you scooped up your bowl of ramen to settle at the kitchen island.

He ate with you, keeping things quiet, every so often a comment or joke would come from one of the two of you until bowls and cups were empty and the exhaustion began to seep in. Yawning you rubbed at your eyes, letting out a little shiver before Tony was triple checking any symptoms and how you were feeling. After he was sure you were okay, he sent you off down the hallway to climb into bed. You waved in the general direction of the fridge, saying something about how he was more than welcome to finish off the beers, you hadn’t liked that variety anyways and then you were behind closed doors with the lights off.

Sunlight was streaming through your curtains and you were cursing yourself for not closing them properly the night prior. Having not set an alarm you were entirely unsure what time it was, thankful that Gibbs had given you the day off and there was no reason to stress about potentially being late. Rolling onto your back you stretched your body out, assessing the pain behind your eyes before you even thought about opening them, hand raised to your face you delicately pressed against your temple, cringing at the tenderness when you did so, knowing there must be a bruise but otherwise things felt fine.

Upon sitting up and checking your phone you noticed it was nearing eleven thirty, still early enough to be called morning but late enough to be considered a sleep in. As you pushed the blankets back you shivered in the cool morning air, digging a hoodie out from your closet to tug on before you wandered into the outer apartment.

The first thing that made your brow furrow was the smell of fresh coffee, the second was something sizzling on the stove and the third was the sight of DiNozzo standing in your kitchen.

“Tony?” You asked, your voice groggy with sleep and he turned around, flicking the burner to low.

“Hey…” he greeted with a warm smile, stepping toward you as you moved through the room, instantly frowning at the bruise on your temple.

“I thought you went home after I went to bed.”

“I told you I was gonna stay, didn’t I?” His thumb and forefinger tenderly cupped your chin, turning your face to get a better look at the bruise as he winced.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Your gaze redirected to the living room, noticing the blankets tossed across the couch.

“It was nothing.” His gaze was still examining your temple, eyes tracing the lines to make sure he hadn’t accidentally broken the skin anywhere.

“I mean you could’ve at least joined me in bed, that couch is shit for sleeping on.”

Considering he still had your head tilted away from him you missed the way his shoulders tensed, how his cheeks began to flush at your words. He let out a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing across your cheek before he dropped his hand and ducked his gaze, turning back to the stove.

“It was doable for one night.”

“Why are you getting all flustered?” You prodded at his ribs with your fingers, causing him to swat you away, “we’ve shared hotel rooms before, why do you think we couldn’t platonically share a bed, it’s not like I have cooties.”

“Okay no—”

Your head tilted as you finally saw the counter, cutting him off before you meant to, “I had avocado?”

“You didn’t.” He let out a tiny huff, his lips curving into a soft smile, “I figured you were gonna be out for a few days and you fridge was pretty empty. So I put in a small grocery order and you’re always bragging about those avocado egg bagel sandwiches,” he sheepishly shrugged, “I was just gonna put it away and take off but I got hungry waiting for it to get here.”

“Tony…” you pinched at his elbow softly, looking up at him with a warm smile your face, your hand lingering on his arm, “you’re being ridiculously adorable right now, you know that?” You watched as he let out a breath of a laugh, his cheeks turning pink as you felt warmth spread through your chest when he caught your gaze. His finger curled under your chin, thumb stroking across your skin gently,

“Maybe that’s cause I think you’re ridiculously adorable.”

“Oh and he’s a smooth talker.” You teased with a smirk and he rolled his eyes, closing the gap between you as your arms loosely wound around his waist, “good thing he’s a cute one.” Your lips brushed his skin before finally settling on his lips, softly kissing him and he kissed you back, grin on his cheeks as you stepped back. His hand cupped your cheek before he instantly got distracted by the bruise again.

“God, how bad does it hurt?”

“It’s kinda throbbing, but hey, could be worse, you could have got me in the eye, I could be blind.”

“Awee,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “but then you could’ve gotten a really cute emotional support puppy.”

You practically snorted out a laugh, turning to boop him on the nose, “I think I like this really cute puppy better.”

“You did not just call me a puppy.”

“You like to think you’re a rottweiler when you’re actually just a golden retriever Tony, don’t lie to yourself.” You popped up on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek, “and thank you.” You gazed up at him with such warmth in your eyes it made his chest flood with happiness, “for all of this.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Smiling, his hand cupped your cheek again, just brave enough to duck down and steal another kiss that you giggled into. “So does this mean I don’t have to bum it on the couch next time?”

“For cuddles only.” You teased, “you’ve gotta buy a girl dinner first.”

He let out an exaggerated groan, “and homemade breakfast counts for nothing?” You laughed, pulling down a couple of mugs for coffee.

“It counts as the official end all apology for this.” You pointed to the bruise on your head.

“I’ll take what I can get.”

Tony tugged you back to him, unable to resist snagging another kiss, never wanting the softness and warmth of this morning to go. While it may not have come to be in a way that either of you expected, there was no doubt that you were both incredibly happy about it. And that was apparent as he tucked you under his arm on the couch, satisfied groans over delicious food and hot coffee as you chose something to watch together, smiles on your cheeks as laughter drifted through the air and you got cozy with the new dynamic you never wanted to let go of.

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