#i leaned over to pick something up and sweat ran into my eye and it burns

[thornsnvultures]

I'm tired of being so fucking sweaty all the time. just kill me and be done with it

[kaciidubs]

Talk Dirty [Like You Need Love]

This song has me thinking heavily about expanding this into a fuller fic, so if people end up liking it, maybe I'll go ahead and finish it further! ✧ Summary: Chris was a great friend, picking you up from work whenever you had a late shift - so, it was only fair that you wanted to repay him. ✧  ✧ Word Count: 3.5k ✧ Warnings: Biker!AU, friends to ???, smut, slight dom! Chris, open ended ✧  ✧ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ✧  ✧ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as Baby, Good Girl, Pretty, Chris is referred to as Baby, Channie ✧ Stray Kids Masterlist ✧ General Masterlist

The streetlights came and went in intermittent strobes, passing over the two of you as his motorcycle hummed along the sparsely occupied street.

Your arms were wrapped securely around his waist just as he’d taught you, the warmth of your body against his back combating the chill of the crisp night air - he really wished he hadn’t forgotten his hoodie in his rush to pick you up.

“Are you cold?” 

As if reading his mind, your voice floated through the comms of his helmet and he shook his head, “I’m alright, baby - don’t worry about me.”

Of course, you weren’t easily swayed - it was a quality he loved about you, no matter how much he preferred to be the one to look out for everyone else, you were always there to double back on him with undeterrable determination; proved by the way you leaned a little more against his back.

He wouldn’t have thought twice about your sweet gesture if it weren’t for the shifting of your arms, your hands slowly splayed against his torso.

“I always worry about you, Chris…” Your voice was soft, dripping with sweet honey as your right hand wandered its way higher, following the soft defined path of his chest underneath his shirt. “It’s hard not to, if I’m honest.”

He took a short breath, unsure if this was truly happening or if his mind was playing tricks on him and twisting your intentions to fit his deep seated desires.

That is, until your left hand carefully danced its way to his thigh, sitting nicely against the cotton of his sweatpants.

“You always do so much for everyone else- do so much for me,” your hand flexed, nails pressing lightly against his thigh, “I just wanna do something for you in return, you know?”

The bike slowed to a roll as you reached a stoplight, Chris keeping the balance with his otherwise unoccupied leg while taking the opportunity to hold onto the outside of your own thigh.

“Be careful with your words, baby - you might give me the wrong idea.”

“Are my actions not enough?” You murmured, inching your hand higher, fingertips brushing along the inseam of his sweats, “Should I do more, Channie?”

His hand left the brake clutch to wrap around your wrist, electricity flowing through your veins like a completed circuit. “You shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this.”

“But I want this, I need this.”

Your hand squeezed, your voice filling his head like the intoxicating lull of a siren’s call.

“I need you.”

Green.

Chris tapped your thigh, ignoring the chill that ran down his spine when you seamlessly went back to holding onto him just like he taught you; arms around his waist, your body against his back.

The ride to his apartment felt like second nature with you - much like other things he did with you, if he were honest with himself - and the moment he pulled into his parking spot, his movements only felt more natural.

Switch engine off. Kickstand down.

Your hands slid up his back, gripping his shoulders as you eased yourself off of his motorcycle, and by the time your touch left him, Chris hopped from his seat with learned grace - his hands unbuckling and taking off his helmet in record time.

By the time your own helmet was off, cradled in your arms, his intense gaze caught your eyes, locking you in a stare off that said more than words could convey, yet their true meaning would be lost to memory with what left his lips.

“Are you sure about this?” He breathed, “Tell me right now and I’ll take you home, and we can pretend none of this happened - just, tell me.”

“Chris,” his name fluttered from your lips like butterfly wings, “I meant every word, I’m sure, I’m so sure-”

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours - the warmth of his palm settling on your cheek in a hold that dared your knees to give out from underneath you - but as fast as they’d appeared, they vanished, leaving you dazedly blinking up at deep brown eyes.

“C’mon.”

The journey up to his apartment was a blur; the melodic chime of the front door’s lock welcoming you to the final stage of your decision as he ushered you through the doorway.

Shoes haphazardly kicked off next to another pile of pairs and helmets stored on a shelf, the empty living room was graced with your presence for what felt like half a second before you were finally where you needed to be.

Chris’s room was a place you’d only been inside of a handful of times, if not to stick your head in to announce your arrival when hanging out with his roommates, then to visit whenever he had a new snippet of a song he wanted to share; there wasn’t a chance for a tour then, and there certainly wouldn’t be a tour now.

With a subtle flick of a switch, the once dark room was suddenly bathed in a dim glow from the led lights lining the ceiling - warm and welcoming, much like the arms that wrapped around you from behind, followed by a soft pair of lips you were quickly getting used to pressing against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His hold grew tighter as his lips ventured higher - a dotted line of kisses, a brush of his breath against the back of your ear, followed by the ghost of his lips along the shell. 

“Are you still sure?”

Your eyelids fluttered, your lips parting to sigh out words evoked from the fantasies of your deepest desires, “I’m yours.”

He turned you around, and for the first time you were able to truly appreciate the feeling of his lips against your own - soft, likely from the myriad of lip care products your friends tease him for, a sensation you could find yourself craving every day and never growing tired of in the end.

You kissed him back with fervor, taking the liberty of cupping the line of his jaw with one hand while the other cradled the back of his neck, the faint curls of his hair tickling your fingertips.

Chris was the first to pull away, gifting you a fleeting peck when you tried in vain to follow him, just to reach overhead and tug his shirt up and off before unceremoniously dropping it to the floor. However, he barely gave you the chance to admire the view as his hands went to help you out of your hoodie while your own hands hastily went to tug up your shirt in the messy, frantic process.

Two articles down, the warmth of his hands were now free to meet your waist and his lips were on yours once more; his hold tightening as he took a step forward, nudging and guiding you backward until the backs of your legs met the edge of his bed. Obliging to his silent request, you sat down, using the strength in your arms to wiggle yourself up enough to lay comfortably on the full sized mattress and welcome the weight of him on top of you until it wasn’t.

Looking up, you were met with his heated stare, all but devouring you with his eyes as he took in the view - though, you figured you fared the same way when your eyes ventured down, following the strong slope of his shoulders before taking in the sight of his chest.

It wasn’t a view you hadn’t seen before thanks to his aversion of shirts in his own home - granted, it was his apartment, so you couldn’t fault him for the times he’d come out of his room to see you happily chatting away with his roommates unbeknownst to him - but you could now appreciate the details you wouldn’t have taken in otherwise such as defined pectorals and the smallest beginnings of abs against his otherwise soft stomach.

Ending the unintentional standoff, Chris lent forward, his fingertips just barely grazing your lower stomach as they went to the button of your jeans, “Can I?”

“Please.”

The corner of his lips ticked up but he ducked his head before you could see the smirk blossom, though you couldn’t find yourself to care once your jeans were undone, lifting your hips to help him shuffle the garment down the length of your legs and watching him give them the same fate as your shirts.

“These too?” He mused with a teasing lilt, eyes flicking from your own to the plain black panties you wore.

A short huff brushed past your lips, an unamused pout pursuing them. “Chris.”

The sound of his delighted giggles bounced off the walls, reducing the heat of arousal to a nice simmer that your nerves greatly appreciated - that is, until his fingers hooked underneath the waistband and slowly pulled them off; the sensation of his knuckles dragging along your thighs drawing a soft gasp from you.

It wasn’t long until they were down your legs, past your feet, and dropped off the edge of the bed, leaving you entirely bare from the waist down.

“Fuck…” He breathed, propping his knee on the bed as his hands slid up from your calves to the backs of your knees, caressing your skin before gently bringing them up and out - exposing your pussy to his pure delight. “Look at you, pretty girl.”

A wave of heat washed over you followed by an embarrassed whimper, “Chris, don’t say that.”

“Why not?” Looking up, he cocked his head slightly, “You said you were mine, which means I’m allowed to compliment what’s mine, yeah?” He bent down, maintaining eye contact as he kissed your knee softly, “You belong to me, right, baby?”

Your heart jumped to your throat, his words working like a spell against your lust addled mind.

“I belong to you.” You breathed softly, melting into his hypnotizing gaze.

A pleased hum vibrated through him as he dipped his head to kiss the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against your skin, “Good girl.”

His kisses trailed higher and higher, growing messier and messier as he went - a nip here, a suck there, open mouthed and worshiping until he reached your pussy.

Just as he was about to dive in face first, your hand tugged at his hair, effectively breaking him out of his tunnel vision to give you his undivided attention.

“What’s wrong? Do you wanna stop? I can-”

“No! God, no - it’s just…” You took a deep breath, your bravado escaping you the instant you stopped him, “I want you to eat me out, but I wanna suck your dick too. I wanna make you feel good too, Channie”

“You wanna suck my dick, pretty?” A shiver ran down Chris’s spine at the mere thought, his dick painfully straining underneath his boxer briefs and sweats. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? Words like that coming from a mouth like yours - you’re a fucking dream.”

His presence left from between your legs and part of you felt silly for missing it until you saw him reaching for his sweatpants - even through the black fabric you were able to make out the noticeable bulge tenting the front - the waistband of Calvin Klein nudging you in the right direction of what he wore underneath.

Pushing both articles past his hips, your eyes were immediately glued to the dips in his pelvis - the Adonis belt, a fitting alternate description of his v-line until your attention jumped to a scattering of hair beneath his navel leading to seemingly maintained pubic hair.

However, your peep show was obscured by his head as he bent forward to take his clothes off the rest of the way, giving you the chance to mentally prepare for the grand reveal. By the time he stood straight again, you couldn’t help the audible gasp that left you, your eyes widening as you took him in all his glory - all of the jokes his friends would make now having validity behind their digs.

“I hope that’s a good reaction…” Chris spoke sheepishly, his ears as red as a tomato as he averted his eyes to the side, one hand twitching to cover himself while the other anxiously rubbed the back of his neck.

“Chris,” your soft call was enough to bring his eyes back to you, just in time to see you undoing your bra and tossing it to the floor, “I really want you in my mouth, baby.”

The air of shyness quickly left him as he smirked, making his way back onto the bed, “Say please.”

Reaching forward, your fingers danced along the underside of his jaw before you whispered, “Please?”

It was almost instantaneous in the way you found yourself straddled over his face, his hands massaging the plush of your thighs as if he couldn’t get enough of the way they squished and jiggled under his hold.

You leaned forward, eyes eagerly taking in his dick from the new angle; he was thick, probably an inch over average if you had to guess, with the prettiest veins that begged for your tongue to trace them.

“Don’t force yourself to take me, okay?” He called from the other end, the feeling of his breath against your cunt sending chills down your spine. “I know I’m… y’know, big, so I don’t want you to hurt yourself to make me feel good - you letting me do this is more than enough, baby.”

“I can do it Channie,” spitting into your palm, you graciously took him into your hand with a slow stroke, “I’ll be okay.”

A low groan escaped him, your sudden touch sending him into the stratosphere, “Just- Be careful for me, alright?”

Humming in agreement, you wasted no time in littering his tip in butterfly kisses and kitten licks, slowly getting yourself used to the bittersweet taste of his precum.

“Shit…” Not holding himself back any longer, Chris slid his hands up to your hips before pulling you back onto his mouth, his tongue eagerly diving between your folds as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day.

The action made you jolt forward, though you barely moved an inch thanks to his hold on you, your lips parting to let a moan float through.

“Mm, not too loud, baby,” he spoke against your pussy, kissing the hood of your clit, “don’t wanna wake up my roommates, yeah?”

As much as the idea called to something daring within you, you shook your head, using this as an opportunity to take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth; just enough to have the weight settle on your tongue while your hand stroked what you hadn’t gotten to yet.

“There you go.”

With that, he went back to exploring your pussy with his tongue, dipping past your walls every now and then before going back to dancing around your clit - his hands enjoying their new home on the curve of your ass.

To say the feeling of his mouth on you was mind numbing would’ve been the understatement of a lifetime - it was as if he was eating you out in the most respectfully disrespectful way, the sounds of his lips sucking your clit paired with low, breathless moans before he went back to lapping up your arousal was pure debauchery.

You tried your best to be diligent, bobbing your head in time with the curls of his tongue against your slit while your fist used whatever drool that dripped from your lips as lubricant to keep each stroke smooth and slick - your efforts not going in vain by the way his thigh would flex, or the twitch of his hips - but you were quickly falling victim to the pleasure.

“Taste so fucking good, baby,” he mouthed against your pussy, as if moving even an inch away would be detrimental to his psyche, “could stay here forever.”

The thought had you moaning around his cock, pulling away to give your lungs the reprieve of a full breath, only for a whined exhale to follow suit. “C-Chris, please.”

“Please, what?” Flattening his tongue, he licked a fat stripe up before giving your clit the lightest kiss imaginable, “Gonna come for me, pretty? Is that what you want?”

“N-No,” dropping your face to his thigh, you focused all of your energy into keeping your hand moving, “w-wanna make you come first, just- shit, just slow down a little!”

Chris hummed, feigning deep consideration, “But what if I want you to come for me?” His right hand slid further between your legs, his index finger stroking your fluttering walls with the promise of something more, “You said you wanted to repay me - so, let me make you come.”

Your hips bucked, muscles yearning to press back against the pressure to send you over the edge you were dangerously teetering over. “But-”

“Baby,” the velvet drawl of the pet name earned a pitiful hum in response, “you wanna make me feel good, don’t you?” He felt your head nod against his thigh, huffing out a short chuckle before continuing, “You wanna ‘repay’ me for everything I do for you, right?”

“Yes.” You sighed out, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his thumb replacing his finger in favor of toying with your clit.

“Well, guess what?” Dragging his thumb up, he pressed it against your slit, “Watching you come for me- Feeling you come for me is all I could ever want from you,” slowly pushing his thumb past your walls, he ghosted his lips against your inner thigh, “show me how good I’m making you feel, baby - do it for me, please.”

He punctuated his plea by swirling his tongue around your clit once more, thrusting his thumb in time with each flick while his left hand held your hip tightly.

Your mouth fell open, a moan fighting its way through your vocal chords only to come out as choked gasps, “Ch-ah- Channie- Fuck- Channie p-please-”

Pressing his thumb in to the knuckle, Chris wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, humming out a low moan that proved to be the final straw to push you over the edge.

“Chris- C-Chris-!” Lifting your head, you put your mouth over your arm in hopes of muffling the airy moans escaping you, your vision blurring behind pleasure-fueled tears as he worked you through your orgasm.

His thumb slipped from your entrance to make room for his tongue to lap up your cum, drinking you up like a tall glass of water after a day in the sun.

It didn’t take long for you to catch your bearings, going to move away from his face until his hands tightened on your hips in silent challenge, a disgruntled grunt rising from your pure audacity of interrupting him.

“Channie, ‘s too much,” you whined breathlessly, wrenching your hand away from his - still hard - dick in favor of pushing yourself up onto your arms, “c-can’t take it, baby, please.”

Pulling away with a lewd slurp, Chris heaved a heavy breath, combating the lightheadedness of his tunnel vision while you carefully maneuvered yourself away from him - shuffling around to hover your head over a pillow before collapsing in the empty space, your body gratefully welcoming the cool sheets against your skin.

Bated breaths danced in the otherwise quiet atmosphere, Chris’s gaze locked on the ceiling as his lust-fogged brain tried to make sense of what just happened between the two of you.

“Channie?”

His heart fluttered at your soft call of his name, turning his head just to come across a sight that made his breath catch; you, his friend, laying beside him looking beautifully ruined with the golden afterglow of your orgasm that he gave you emanating from your body.

He tentatively licked his lips, goosebumps rising as your taste still lingered in his mouth, “Yeah, baby?”

“I still wanna make you come.” You murmured softly, eyes blinking at him so innocently it almost felt wrong that it made his dick twitch at the sight. “I still owe you, after all.”

Chris huffed out a chuckle, lifting himself onto his forearm before hoisting himself above you, settling his hips between your legs as he caged you in with his arms - this was a sight he could get used to.

“Instead of making this out to be you repaying a debt, how about we turn it into a ‘thank you’ gift, hm?” Leaning his head down, he brushed his nose against yours, “You thank me for the ride and the orgasm,” his lips ghosted against your own, “then I thank you for thanking me.”

“Chris, that won’t make any sense,” your voice was barely a whisper, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, “if you thank me, I’ll just thank you back - we’ll be in a loop.”

“We’ll work out the details later, then.” He murmured before leaning forward, catching your lips with his and sharing your taste off of his tongue.

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[loveluvrs]

the slip up l lando norris x reader

request/summary – lando and reader are in a secret established relationship, until lando accidentally slips up on stream

author's notes – first piece of writing, feedback appreciated!!! this is just my thoughts written down honestly, i didn’t have much idea where i was going with it so enjoy.

Max was streaming with Lando at his place. Lando drags his feet over to the stream room, sitting on a chair next to Max. He was scrolling on his phone, trying to pass the time. 

“Mate, I’m gonna leave, you’re being so boring,” Lando joked under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I’ll make things more interesting then. Chat, wanna know something really interesting about Lando?” Max asked with a mischievous smile as he looked back at Lando. Lando watched with suspicion of what max could say next. 

“Lando’s got a secret girlfriend,” Max sings to annoy Lando. Lando’s eyes shot up, his heart pounding as he turned off his phone, the same phone he was using to text you, his girlfriend. “I don’t, chat, don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to piss me off,” Lando says as he shoots Max a glare. 

—————

A few months later, everyone has chalked up that interaction to Max simply trying to annoy and rile up Lando, and no one thought much of it. On a miracle of a night in spring, Lando was in Monaco and decided to stream. He had a hoodie on, his hair all messy, but a smile on his face. About an hour into the stream, I knock on the door of his stream room quietly. Lando immediately turned off his video and mic, telling chat to give him a minute. 

I walk in, a black slip dress on with a cropped white cardigan, my hair and makeup done all fancy. “Hi, baby,” Lando says as he pulls me in by the waist, onto his lap. “Girls night tonight, right?” He says with a soft smile. He always makes sure to pay attention to anything I’ve mentioned to him, including my plans to hang out with Lily and Carmen tonight, Alex and George’s girlfriends. 

I hum in response. “Yeah, we’re gonna get dinner and then take some Instagram photos,” I say as I stand up from his lap, “you like the dress? It’s new.” I give him a little twirl to show off the dress. 

Lando smiles brightly. “I love it, baby, you look gorgeous. Like always,” he says as he leans in for a kiss. “Text me when you’re done and need me to pick you up, yeah?” I nod and smile. 

Once I leave, Lando puts his headset back on, turning his mic and camera back on. He scrunches up his face as he’s met by shouting from Max into his headset. “What’s your problem, man?” Lando asks with confusion. Max sighs. “Lando, you had your mic on the whole time. People heard that whole conversation and I was trying to tell you but as always, you ignored me,” Max says with some frustration in his voice, but mostly amusement. 

“Oh,” Lando says as he realizes what has happened. Not knowing what to do, Lando panics and ends stream. 

When my friends and I reach the restaurant, we find it pouring rain, which was the most of our worries since the restaurant was outdoor. With frowns, we all pile back into the car and drive ourselves home. I arrive home only twenty minutes after I left, my dress soaked. My brows furrow in confusion to see Lando on the couch on his phone when i come back, and not on stream. 

I slip off my shoes. “I thought you were streaming?” I ask softly as I make my way over to him. “What happened to you? You’re all soaked! Here, let me get you a towel and you can get dressed into some of my hoodie and sweats to get comfy,” Lando says, trying to avoid the fact that he had just live streamed his whole conversation with his girlfriend. 

I saw the panic in Lando’s eyes. “Stop,” I say as I stood in front of him, “what did you do?” Lando shoots me a bright grin. “I love you, babe. So so much. And you know I’d do anything for you.” This made me even more suspicious. “Lan,” I say as my eyes narrowed.

“Okay, okay. I might have forgotten to mute my mic when we were talking right before you left. I swear I thought I had turned it off!” He says as he panics before beginning to ramble. “And I called you baby, and gorgeous, and your voice was heard too. And Max was telling me the whole time through my headset, but it was off and even if it were on, you know I don’t think about anything else when I’m with you. And there were thousands of people on the stream and you specifically told me you wanted to keep it private because you didn’t want to get hate crimed by the fans and you wouldn’t be able to handle it and I mean, I wanted to but it just slipped and im so so sorry but-“ He stops in confusion when a giggle escapes my lips. “Why aren’t you upset?” He asks slowly.

I smile as I slip my arms around his neck, his hands instinctively wrapping around my waist. “Well. Number one, you’re cute when you panic. Number two, no one saw me, so it’s okay. I mean, considering how in love you are with me, they were bound to find out at some point that you had a girlfriend,” I tease with a smile tugging at my lips. 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully at me. “Okay, yeah. I am absolutely in love with you. Still, you’re not bothered by this?” he asks slowly, hesitation lacing his voice.

“I promise I’m not. It was a mistake. Plus, that just means it’s gonna be all the more fun trying to watch them figure out who it is you’re dating,” I say playfully with a giggle. 

“That’s true,” Lando says softly with a hum, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Although, don’t make me have to have you on adult supervision every time you stream now to make sure nothing else slips out of your mouth,” I tease as I playfully poke his side. 

“Ah! Okay okay, promise,” he says with a giggle as he leans in for a gentle and loving kiss.

[nanaslutt]

Throat training with Gojo Satoru

Contains: fem reader, established relationship, finger sucking, lots of cum/spit talk, cum eating, throat fucking, oral (m!r), leg humping, so much dirty talk, Gojo talks you through it, multiple orgasms

MDNI

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"Alright, pretty girl." Gojo's voice echoed into your ears, his hand caressing the side of your cheek. "You gotta tap my thigh twice if it's too much, kay?" He instructed, resulting in a nod from you, your head nuzzling into his warm hand. "Good girl, such a good girl doin' this all for me." Satoru praised, his other hand coming down to cradle your head as he pet your face like a cat, making you feel so attended to.

Gojo sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward to pamper you. Your knees were resting on the floor underneath him, sitting between his spread thighs, your hands absentmindedly reaching into his sweats and boxers to try and pull out his cock. "Anything for you Toru, wanna make you feel good." You said, your eyes keeping contact with his intimidating ones, his smile growing at your words.

"You always make me feel good pretty, dont need you to hurt your throat to get me off y'know." He giggled as he kept his hands on your face while leaning back a bit, raising his hips off the couch so you could pull his sweats and boxers down, his heavy cock springing out of the confines of the fabric and slapping his abdomen.

"I know, but I wanna be able to take you without gagging." You said, pouting at him embarrassed. Gojo released your face from his hands, opting to interlace his fingers with yours as it rested on his thigh, your other hand other grabbing ahold of the base of his cock and stroking it slowly. "It's gonna take some getting used to." He giggled, "You might not get it at first because I'm just soooooo big, but don't let that turn you off~" the cocky white-haired man teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"It's not gonna be your dick that turns me off…" you whispered under your breath, scoffing at his confident tone. You couldn't say much else though, he was right, his cock was huge and you were never able to take it without gagging and having to pause every couple of seconds. This time though, you were determined, you would take things slow and let Gojo work open your throat for him, you would become his perfect cocksleeve.

Gojo leaned forward again, and with two fingers he pinched your chin, his eyes zeroing in on your plush lips. "Hmm?" Gojo mused, scrunching his eyebrows at you like he didn't hear what your retort. His thumb ran over the bottom of your lip, the feeling instantly making any smart remarks you had in your brain fall out the side of your ear, your brain melting with the small touch of his thumb.

Gojo's jaw dropped in a small o as he watched yours do the same, making way for his thumb. "Atta girl.." Gojo mumbled, smiling when your lips wrapped around his thumb instinctually and began sucking, the warm appendage rolling around his digit.

His cock twitched in your hand, which weakly and in no particular rhythm kept stroking his cock, slowly smearing the wetness from his pre-cum over the length of his cock. Gojo tipped his head back, his jaw opening more as he pressed his thumb as far as it could go into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue when he hit the back of your throat.

He felt you moan around his fingers, your face briefly scrunching in uncomfortability when his finger started to make you feel like you were going to gag if he moved it. "Look at me, pretty girl." He instructed, immediately your eyes were on his, your breathing slowly picking up as he thrust his thumb back and forth, getting you used to feeling something in your mouth.

"Breath through your nose, keep your throat open for me." He instructed, nodding at his own words. You nodded around him, taking deep breaths in through your nose when his thumb trusted towards the back of your throat, making his thumb so deep in your mouth feel more manageable. "It's easier already right?" Gojo giggled, his cock throbbing as he watched you gain more confidence, your head bobbing forward to meet his thrusts.

You kept your eyes on him, moaning around his finger when you saw the proud look in his eyes. He smiled before slowing his thrusts, waiting for you to finish your sucking before he stuck his tongue out slightly, silently telling you to do the same. You did as you saw,you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, releasing his thumb.

Gojo admired the sheen of your saliva covering his finger before he pressed his middle and ring fingers together and slapped them teasingly against your tongue as he did with his cock, creating lewd 'plp' noises to emanate into the room. You whined while he played with your tongue, his fingers pressing down on it and rubbing near the tip of your tongue before he broke the silence.

"Think you wanna try something a little longer?" He asked, referring to the two digits he currently had pressed agaisnt your tongue. You nodded, feeling the saliva pool in your mouth as you waited for him to sink them deeper into your mouth--giving you the go-ahead to start sucking on them how you wanted to.

Now that you weren't so preoccupied with something in your mouth, you took the opportunity to use that spare brainpower to stroke Gojo's cock more coherently, speeding up your thrusts and jerking him off more steadily. "Fuck.." He groaned, pressing his fingers into your throat, his eyes fluttering at the stimulation your hand brought him.

"You'll get that soon, promise sweet thing. Start with my fingers first.. don't forget to breathe." He said with a smile. Your nails dug into his thigh when he slid his fingers to the back of your throat, your lips wrapping around them as you welcome the feeling of him poking and prodding inside your mouth, further readying you for his cock.

Gojo shook his head in disbelief at how eager you were as he picked up the thrusting of his fingers, keeping his movements shallow at first, not wanting to push you too far too fast. He took a sharp inhale through his teeth, his eyes darting down to watch you stroke his cock, a thick bead of precum pearling out from his tip and sliding down the length of his cock, immediately getting swiped up by your fingers.

"Oooh fuck you're doing so good baby~ Almost feels like you're sucking my cock for real." Satoru giggled, watching you work on him with a slacked jaw, feeling his face heat up at all of the attention you were giving him. He could tell you were focusing hard, you really wanted to impress him and so far you were doing an amazing job.

You moaned around his fingers, wrapping your tongue around them the same way you did to his dick as you bobbed your head to meet him, trying to get him to give you the rest of his fingers, as he was still holding back, keeping a couple of inches out of your mouth.

"You want more, huh? You wanna feel me in your throat 's that it? 's that why you're being so needy?" Gojo asked, tilting his head at you. You pressed your thighs together at his words, feeling the knot in your belly tie itself tighter from his teasing. You nodded, trying to speak out a 'yes, please' around his fingers, which he heard loud and clear.

"Then who am I to deny my baby?" Gojo said with a smile, pressing his fingers to the hilt inside your mouth. The digits pressed down on your tongue, trying to stay away from your uvula. He knew this would be unavoidable when he finally fed you his cock, but it was the least he could do to keep you comfortable right now.

He kept his fingers still in your throat, watching your eyes scrunch shut at the feeling of him, trying to breathe deeply through your nose to keep your gag reflex at bay--which proved to be working. "Good girl, keep breathing for me," Gojo instructed, his other hand wrapping around yours on his cock, aiding you in stroking him.

It really did feel like his dick was in your throat, the feeling sending shivers down his spine. He finally pulled back his fingers from your throat before he set a faster pace, fucking the entirety of his digits into your mouth, still trying to be mindful to not batter the back of your throat too much. "Takin' them so well, so fucking well." He praised, making you whine around them.

Tears had started to form in your eyes, threatening to spill the more his fingers hit the back of your throat, "Keep lickin' around them f'me, feels so good when you do that." He moaned, feeling his orgasm already start to approach from the show you were putting on combined with the way he was jerking himself off using your hand.

He picked up on how you were squirming underneath him, your thighs rubbing against one another as you sat on your heel, trying to relieve yourself in some way. "Oh fuck baby, you feelin' neglected down there? Hmm?" He asked, watching you rock back and forth on your heel. You nodded, continuing to roll your tongue over his fingers like he told you to.

"Shit, sorry pretty girl, didn't know this would turn you on so much." Gojo cooed. "Spread your legs f', me, let me help out my pretty girlfriend." You did as you were told, getting off of your heel you sat fully back on your knees, spreading them apart as you closed your eyes and bobbed on his fingers, trying to keep up the pace of your hand on his cock as he jerked himself off.

Gojo slid one of his legs between yours, his clothed foot placing itself between your legs, his shin pressing against your clit and giving you the relief you needed. You moaned loudly when you felt his touch, your hand abandoning the hold on his knee to wrap around his leg, pulling him firmly against you as you humped against his leg for relief like some dog.

"Oh fuck, you like that? 's that feel good?" Gojo cooed, biting his lip as he watched you get off on his shin. You nodded, his fingers being jolted around in your mouth when you did so, making you gag slightly as they hit the top of your mouth. The tears that had welled up in your eyes finally spilled over your red cheeks, dripping off the side of your face. "Careful baby, don't h-hurt yourself." Gojo cooed, feeling his cock throb at the sight of you crying on his dick.

"Shit.. this is so fucking hot." He said out loud to himself, matching the pace of his hand on himself with his fingers in your throat. His movements over his dick began getting sloppy as he approached his orgasm, his abs clenching in tandem. He quickly released your hand that was helping him jerk himself off, "Move your hand for me baby, I- I'm gonna cum soon." He instructed.

You jerked your hand back quickly, joining it with your other as you wrapped it around his shin, humping his leg faster now that you had better leverage. A wet patch was starting to form on his grey sweats from how much you were leaking through your panties, but you couldn't find it in yourself to be embarrassed when it felt as good as it did.

Gojo jerked himself off with vigor, his jaw slack and his pretty cerulean eyes rolling back in his head as he got closer and closer, his fingers in your mouth becoming sloppy as he slowly lost control of his body.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth suddenly, using the same hand he grabbed your jaw, tipping your head up at him. "Oh fuck, you're so fucking pretty baby, so pretty." Gojo groaned, admiring your pretty face as he worked himself up to his high. You giggled as you looked up at him with a smile on your face, your tongue sticking out for him as you waited for him to cum--you already knew what he wnated. Cumming on your face was Gojo's favorite thing in the world.

Gojo made sure his feet were firmly on the ground before he stood on shaky legs, jerking his cock off right over your mouth. His shin pressed harder against your clit from the new angle, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Keep using my leg pretty girl, get yourself off on me." He moaned, rubbing the tip of his leaky cock against your tongue while he jerked the rest of his length off.

"It's coming baby- fuck it's coming- gonna give you my cock after this kay? So make sure you s-swallow everything." He moaned--little did you know you wouldn't really have a choice. Gojo's head tipped back as his hand stilled over himself, his jaw going slack as his orgasm crashed over him.

You felt the first rope of his hot cum shoot into the back of your mouth, the spurts of his thick cum releasing one after another into your mouth. He moaned shamelessly as his body shook and jerked with his high, his legs shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. You moaned with him, Gojo was so sexy when he came, it made the fire in your stomach grow hotter, your clit throbbing at the sight.

Before you could even close your lips to swallow what he gave you, his cock was pressing into your mouth, making your eyes shoot open in alarm. You knew he said he was going to give you his cock after he came, but so soon? He wasn't even finished cumming and he was already feeding his cock into your mouth.

Gojo's refractory period for how quickly he could bounce back after he came was impressive, it must have something to do with his reverse cursed technique. He could cum over and over again without having to take a break, it was actually scary. He usually only stopped when he was shooting blanks, never from his own exhaustion.

"Fuck- take it, baby, take my cock.." He grits through his teeth, forcing the cum he just released inside your mouth, down your throat with his massive girth. Your fingers dug into his calf, the tears streaming down your face more frequently as he thrust his hips to the hilt inside your mouth. "You wanted this, so fucking breathe, breathe baby." He groaned, his chin dropping down to watch you struggle around his cock.

Both of his hands came down to cradle the side of your head as he looked at you fondly. The sides of your lips were leaking his seed, your eyes were swollen and red from your crying, your mouth was squished and stretched agaisnt his pelvis, your hair was all messed up, and he thought you were the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen.

"You feel me in there?" He asked, his still hard cock snugly in your throat. You whined around him, trying to breathe slowly and steadily through the adrenaline coursing through your veins from the unexpected action. "You feel me in your throat?" Gojo teased, pressing his hips against your face harder, making his cock go deeper if that was even possible.

"You're not even gagging baby, look how good you're taking it." He added, encouraging you. You felt a wave of pleasure rush over you from his words, combined with how proud he looked. Nothing got you off more than when Gojo was proud of you. You whimpered against him, the sound sending vibrations through his cock, making him inhale sharply through his teeth.

"You ready to get facefucked, huh? You gonna take my cock like a perfect little cocksleve? Gonna Swallow my fucking load again?" Gojo groaned, his arousal being extremely evident in his words. You did your best to nod around him, his cock cutting off your airflow when you nodded. He smiled, his thumbs wiping away your tears before he covered the entire sides of your head and pulled his hips back, thrusting them against your face.

"Fuck- oh fuck this feels so much better than when you sucked on my fingers." He groaned, pulling your head toward him to meet his thrusts halfway, your nose being smooshed against the trimmed white hairs on his pelvis each time he bullied his dick into your mouth.

Your eyes were scrunched tightly together, new tears slipped out of the cracks to slide down your cheeks as he used your mouth to get him off. You were somehow still able to grind your cunt on his shin, your thighs starting to burn from the angle at which you were getting yourself off.

Gojo's cock was so deep inside your throat that you didnt even know it was possible to take him like this, you had no idea how you weren't a choking and coughing mess. All that prep and Gojo's advice was really paying off. Of course, you gagged and choked every so often, but it was nowhere near how often you used to do so before.

You winces and whined when he fucked his hips a little too hard against you, his pelvis hitting your nose a little too hard, making your teeth scrape against his cock lightly when you pulled back a little. Nothing that hurt him, just something he noticed. "Fuck-" Gojo giggled through a groan, "Sorry baby, went too hard just then." He apologized, caressing your wet cheek as an apology, his hips not letting up in the slightest.

He saw your lips curl up around him as you tried to smile, your efforts not going far with his cock in your mouth. "I love you so much baby, you're doing so good for me, so so good." He praised, making your face heat up more. Your eyes rolled back when you found a particularly good angle to get yourself off on against his shin, his muscle pushing right where you needed him most.

He felt your moaning pick up around him, the vibrations coming more frequently as you got closer and closer to cumming. "You about to cum pretty girl?" Gojo asked, already knowing. You nodded around him, your eyes fluttering as you did your best to look at him. Drool spilled out sloppily around your lips, dripping down between the two of you, creating quite a mess.

The squelching from your mouth only aided in the arousal you felt, your orgasm creeping faster and faster up on you. "Yeahhh, cum on my leg baby, cum all over my fucking leg," Gojo begged, stilling his cock inside your throat so you could focus on getting off. The lack of oxygen from him being so deep in you was making you dizzy. You couldn't differentiate whether the little black dots that clouded your vision were from your orgasm or the asphyxiation.

You rode your orgasm out on his thigh, your moans going straight to Gojo's balls. Your body jerked and spasmed on his thigh, barely registering his words talking you through it as your orgasm clouded your senses. "Atta girl, fuck, I can feel it, can feel ur cunt twitching.. that's so hot," Satoru whined, watching you come undone from just a little humping.

When your eyes fell back into their rightful place in their sockets, Gojo picked up his hips again, taking advantage of your post-orgasm haze to be a little rougher with you. your hands came to hold his wrists that held your face, your fingers digging into his pale skin as he fucked your face with reckless abandon.

You felt your throat start to ache, you knew it was going to be sore as hell for days after this, but god was every second of this worth it. "I'm sorry, s-sorry I'm so close, keep breathing, just a little more I promise… Fuck-" Gojo groaned. You could feel his cock twitch inside your throat, his thrusting becoming rougher and less rhythmic, a telltale sign he was going to cum.

"Yesss-yes baby ohmygod, Cuming- I'm cumming-" His words were cut off by a drawn-out groan. His hips thrust against your face with each rope of cum he spilled into your mouth. You felt his groans reverberate through your body with how loud they were. Gojo's body jerked and shook with the intensity of his high, his body curling into itself and over your head as he came.

He felt your head against his pelvis tightly, keeping you flush against him as he made sure you swallowed every last drop of his cum. You felt his body jerk every time you drank up his cum, your mouth milking him of everything he was worth.

"Fuuuuuck…" Gojo groaned one last time before he pulled his spent cock out of your mouth, the softening appendage hanging between the two of you as he still held your face, strings of saliva connecting from his cock to your lips, your entire chin coated in cum and spit. You coughed into your arm, getting the spit out of your throat before he spoke, "Show me." You stuck out your tongue for Satoru and showed him how you swallowed all of his seed.

"You're so fucking greedy, god, my good little girl." Gojo smiled. You smiled at him dumbly, a cockdrunk look plastered on your face as your body sat tiredly on the floor looking up at him. Gojo tucked his wet cock into his pants and pulled up his boxers before he leaned down and scooped you up from underneath your arms.

You wrapped your legs around his body, sitting on top of him as he placed the two of you down on the couch, sitting back against the cushion. "God…" He mumbled into your hair, his cock still throbbing in his pants as his body tried to recover. "You said it." You replied, your voice sounding almost unrecognizable from how hoarse it was.

Gojo pulled back, looking into your eyes with raised eyebrows. "Fuck, your voice." He said, his hand coming to rub at your throat. "It's okay." You whispered, smiling at him. "Shit, I feel bad but that's also kinda hot…" Gojo said, sucking in air through his teeth. You softly smacked his shoulder, shaking your head as you tried to suppress a smile.

"Sorry sorry… I'll do anything you want to make it up to you." He said, laughing as he wrapped his arms around your body, dipping his head down to kiss your battered throat. "Tea." You whispered without a second thought. "I'll handpick the leaves myself." He replied, making you giggle as he assaulted your neck with kisses.

[osachiyo]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 by anonymous user ꒱. . . hello ! I really like your works, could I please request an insecure!reader with chuuya? and him fucking some sense into her? don't feel pressured to do this btw and feel free to ignore :D

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 note ꒱. . . here u go, nonnie ! I really liked this idea and sorry for taking so long on this request 😭 anyway, hope you enjoy ~~

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 c/w ꒱. . . (18+) n/sfw content, mentions of insecurities, body worshipper chuuya, praise, lowercase intended, hints of dumbfication, overstimulation, fingering, mirror sex, cunnilingus, chuuya eats it from the back !! 🗣️🗣️& more + not proofread

summary. . . you've been feeling insecure about your body and started to wonder if you were really good enough for someone like chuuya? but no worries, your lover doesn't mind reminding you how much he loves your body and more importantly, you.

you sighed, staring at your reflection in the fancy full-body mirror in front of you; god, you looked horrendous. you didn't know how chuuya, one of, if not the most beautiful man you've ever met, love someone like.. you.

what you also didn't know, though, was that your beloved chuuya had been standing in the doorway the entire time, slender figure leaning against the doorframe as a dull pain throbbed in his heart while he watched, heard you pick apart your body like it was the ugliest thing you had ever seen. he watched as you ran your fingers up and down the parts you hated the most, a frown tugging at your lips as you muttered something about "not being pretty enough". he didn't understand why you'd say such things about your body− all of those beautiful parts of yours that he cherished wholeheartedly.

you whipped your head around hearing the sound of the once slightly ajar bedroom door shut, your boyfriend entering the room. "hey doll, what're you up to?" chuuya's voice was heavy, laced with something you couldn't exactly put a finger on.

"hey, chuu," you smiled, though the action didn't meet your eyes. and chuuya could tell.

his eyes narrowed, gloved hands found their way around your waist, tugging you closer to him− your back flush against his chest. when did he walk all the way across the room?

"y'know, I heard everything right?" he muttered into your neck, strong arms tightening around your figure as you gulped nervously. "chuuya I−" "you're fuckin' beautiful. so don't say hurtful shit about yourself 'cause it for sure ain't true," he cut you off, now pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck to your shoulders, gloved hands reaching up your shirt to knead and gently caress your soft skin.

a whimper caught in your throat as chuuya's hands found your breasts− pushing your bra up to grope them under your shirt. "i love all parts of your body. fuck, you're so pretty. i'll fuckin' prove it to you if i have to."

"you see that, baby? see the way this pussy sucks my fingers in?" chuuya mused, now bare fingers plunging in and out of your sopping cunt as he had you spread in front of the giant mirror. "mm-! fuck, chuu−!" you were cut off by your own moans, beads of sweat forming on your forehead, making the little strands of your baby hair stick to your skin. "shh, baby. just focus on the way i finger fuck this pretty cunt, yeah?" your lover's voice was muffled by the soft kisses he was busy pressing all over your nape and shoulders, moving your hair out of the way to make it easier.

you could see everything in the mirror, from the way chuuya's slim fingers disappeared inside of your pussy to how much of a mess you've already become− glossy lips parted as loud moans and whines escape from your throat, the way your tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust of his digits. and hell, was it embarrassing. you jolted up when the tips of his appendages rubbed against that one spongey spot inside of your gooey walls− your jaw slacking as your eyes shut. only to receive a gentle but firm slap on your face from chuuya, "nuh-uh, baby. you're gonna watch how I please this beautiful body of yours," he growled lowly in your ear, fingers speeding up their pace as you twitch and whine in response. your vision was blurry− but you could still make out the way your face contorts to one of pure bliss in your reflection.

"yeaah− cum on these fingers, sweetheart," the ginger groaned as you soaked his fingers− your slick running down his wrist and staining the bed sheets underneath, soft curses and his name spewing out of your mouth as his fingers slowed down, aiding you to ride out your orgasm.

you gasped when he abruptly pulled them out of your still sensitive cunt− only to pop them in his mouth as he moaned from the taste of your juices melting on his tongue. "fuck, doll− I gotta taste you, need'a make you cum on my tongue−" he pushed you on your hands and knees before even finishing his sentence− a large hand pressing your back to a perfect arch, face down ass up.

"such a nice fuckin' ass," he groaned, fingers digging into the soft fat and spreading them as you whimper, pitifully clawing at the bed sheets. he playfully bit one of your globes, earning a whine in return which made him chuckle. chuuya's greedy hands ran down from your ass to your thighs, only to go back up to knead at your ass, "and these soft thighs− god, I could kiss 'em for hours."

and as if to prove himself, he started littering kisses all over your inner thighs, hands still kneading your ass before giving it a firm spank, making you jump. "hah, and of course−" he smirked before making his way to your pussy, "this pretty fuckin' pussy− prettiest one I've ever seen," he growled before diving in between your legs− hungry lips wrapping around your clit as you gasp out from the feeling.

"fu−ck! chuuya−!" you babbled, pussy still sensitive from your orgasm from earlier, his nose bumping against your slit as he runs his tongue in a zigzag motion across your clit. his fingers were spreading your ass apart for him, to get easy access to your sweet pussy that he wanted to devour so bad.

shamelessly nasty slurping noises came from between your parted thighs. your slick was already dripping down chuuya's chin as you tried your best to keep your gaze on the mirror, watching yourself getting eaten out from the back. fuck, your hair was a mess− your bare figure covered in bites and bruises that your boyfriend gave you, claiming it was his way of showing you were his. your makeup had been completely ruined; mascara running down your cheek in inky streaks, lipstick smudged− you looked utterly debauched, chuuya's favorite look on you.

a gurgled moan came out of your mouth when two fingers pushed inside of your sloppy pussy, the mafia executive's tongue now writing his name on your clit. a deep groan rumbled in his chest when you tried to run away from the feeling of his tongue and fingers on you− pulling you back before harshly cracking a palm down on your left globe, before curling his fingers further into you. tears were falling freely from your eyes at this point, mouth dropped to an 'o' as you chanted his name like a prayer− "chuu− please, fuck! s'too much−!" you cried out, if it weren't for chuuya's death grip on you, you'd already have fallen face first into the matress.

"you can− fuuck− take it, sweet girl," chuuya moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of the sound making your toes curl and apparently that was the last straw for you− "fuckfuck! 'm cummin'− cummingg−!!" your eyes rolled back into your skull as you squirted all over chuuya's face, his own hips rutting into the mattress as his eyes widen− he wasn't expecting you to do that.

chuuya gave your messy cunt a few more licks before kissing your clit, then pulling away. you looked back to see his face completely drenched− him licking his lips as he gave you a lopsided grin. "holy shit, baby. that was..." he muttered, still dazed as he ran his clean hand through his sweaty orange locks. you were still panting, chest heaving as you tried came down from the euphoric high before looking away in embarrassment, fingers fiddling with the sheets− then suddenly, you got slammed back against the bed. face down, ass up, again.

you heard a metal clink− likely his belt. the sound of expensive leather hitting the floor snapped you back into reality, he must've tossed the belt somewhere. it wasn't long before your thoughts got quickly cut off, chuuya's heavy tip slapping against your clit a few times as you whined, begging him to give you a rest but no− he wasn't gonna stop until he was sure he fucked all those negative thoughts out of your mind− wasn't gonna stop 'till all thoughts but his left that pretty little head of yours. you just had to sit still and take it, like the good girl you were.

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Lucifer x Reader - Impatient (NSFW)

Lucifer prides himself in being able to maintain a certain level of decorum when he makes his rare public appearances in Hell

But since dating you, he has had to make sure to pay extra special attention to his behavior

For the most part he is able to keep a level head and make sure his thoughts don’t run wild

But during a date night, you decided to push him to his limits

“What are you thinking about right now, sweetheart? It seems like you have something on your mind.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just think it’s a shame we’re out right now, you know?”

“Really? Why is that, dear?”

“Because what I want to do to you right now aren’t things that should be mentioned in public, Luci~”

Lucifer starts to sweat and begins to loosen the tie around his neck

“O-Oh, I see. There’s nothing really stopping us from leaving this restaurant right now and…”

“We haven’t even gotten our appetizers yet, hon! We should enjoy our meal first, shouldn’t we?”

“I know what you’re doing, darling, I refuse to let you��”

You picked up the spoon next you and gave a long lick up the utensil

Lucifer breathed heavily and closed his eyes tight

“Don’t…”

“Don’t what, Lucifer? I’m not sure what you mean!”

You took a long swig of your champagne and let out the softest moans as you swallowed

You watched as Lucifer gripped his one arm with such intensity that you were almost convinced he was going to draw blood

“You’re soooooo gonna get it…”

You stood up and walked around the table, leaning over to whisper in his ear

”Then give it to me.”

You heard Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as you giggled

You excused yourself to the restroom, leaving the king of Hell high and dry at the dinner table

You walked back out of the restroom prepared to torture your boyfriend some more before you felt a hand grab your arm and pull you into the closet closet

You almost screamed before you realized it was Lucifer who had dragged you into the cramped space

“L-Lucifer? What the hell are you doing?”

“Giving you exactly what you want, my angel.~”

Before you know it, your chest was pressed firmly against the closet door as Lucifer forced his entire body against you

You could feel his erection against your ass; the thought made you whimper

“Now this just won’t do….”

You heard a rip and a tear of your dress, the cool air now hitting your exposed panties

There was no hiding the wet spot that was already there

“That’s more like it!”

You heard Lucifer fumbling with his belt and zipper with his free hand before you heard his garments hit the floor with a soft thud

His hard cock was now pressed against your sodden panties and you nearly started to cry; you needed him

”This is what happens when you tease me, sweetie.~ And you won’t be needing these.~

Another tear, your ripped panties fell to the floor in an instant; your suddenly ran dry, your mind racing

“Lucifer, please…”

“Please what? C’mon, I know you can use your words?~”

“F-Fuck me…”

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he finally pushed inside your slick entrance, inch by inch until he bottomed out

“Good girl,” he praised, wrapping his tail around your thigh

“Lucifer…”

“I’m sorry about your dress, ducky, I promise to make you a new one. But only if you stay very quiet for me. We wouldn’t want anyone hearing you getting absolutely fucked out of your mind, now would we?~”

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪||HouseOfWax!Mingi and Jongho

Pairing: Mingi x Reader x Jongho

WC: 7.0k

Warnings: DARK THEME, MeanDom!Jongho, Switch(Sub Leaning)!Mingi, Sub!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Wax Play, 3Sum, Anal, Clit Play, Choking, Spit, Oral, Rough Sex, Cum Eating, Spit Roasting, Biting, Double Penetration, Name Calling, Nipple Play, San Gets Choked Out🫣, Squirting, It’s A lot Going On In This Fic🤪, So If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀!

A/N: Yall we only got one more fic after this one, and Slashtober will be over😭, I swear it feels like October flew by! This one is a longggg fic, I swear this year I got so carried away! Soon I will most likely be moving to AO3🫣, still love tumblr but I do wanna explore more angsty/dark smut type of fics. Something more around the theme of Slashtober and things like that and I don’t think tumblr is the place to be doing that, I’ll definitely still post here but not as often. With that being said, sorry this fic is so long, hope yall enjoy🖤!

Slashtober 24’ Masterlist

NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI!!!!

All Ageless, Blank, and Bot Looking Blogs Will Be Blocked.

“I told you this was a bad idea.” You groan out, kicking the tire to the car that was now broken down on the road. Rolling his eyes Sam makes his way over to you, holding your hands in his tight grip before pulling your knuckles to his lips giving them a reassuring kiss.

“I promise you we are going to be okay, I’m going to get it fixed.” He says, voice muffled by your hands. Letting out a defeated sigh you groan in frustration before snatching your hands out of Sans hold.

“Pussywhipped.” Wooyoung whispers to Yunho who elbows him in the chest, side eyeing him before looking at you and San with a big smile. While Wooyoung is doubled over in pain. Gathering all the items you can carry you all make your way into the small town. Looking for any place that was open, a big motel sign catches all of your eyes. While you toss San your bag you and Woo make a beeline for the motel. As you all enter you are greeted by a man whose feet are kicked up. His eyes linger on you for a split second, when your eyes meet his it’s like time stops. You can hear the blood rushing through your body, fingertips tingling with nerves. Tapping your shoulder San tossed his arm around you, bringing you close. Whispering to you how all of you are going to bunk right next door to each other. Nodding you follow behind San, a tight lipped smile on your face before you look back at the man at the counter who is eyeing you up while you walk away. With a smirk on his face he messages Mingi, letting him know they have fresh bodies in town.

~

The first few days were rough. You had learned a lot about the small town, how Jongho and his brother Mingi mainly ran it. You had grown close within the first couple of days of being there, your first run in with Mingi was quite tough but you learned to love the gentle giant a lot. They were good to you, while San was practically ripping his hair out that your small group had been stranded there for about a week, you were off having the time of your life

~

He shuffles into the corner, a mask covering his huge figure. Covered in sweat, with dried wax on his hands.

“Hey…hey…it’s okay.” You say softly, trying to make the scared man reassured you aren’t here to hurt him. How could someone so big, and frightening be so fragile..?

“I’m Y/N…” you say with a smile on your face. Pointing to the area behind you..

“My car broke down a couple miles back, and I stumbled upon this museum.” You say matter of factly. The large man still cowers behind certain figures.

“My boy….friend…” you say lowly, hesitating before you continue that you and your group of friends are stranded, how you know Jongho, and how he was the one who recommended this museum to you. As you walk around the museum you continue to talk to Mingi even though he’s practically crammed in the corner, nervous, picking at the hard wax on his fingers.

You walk close to the figures in the museum, bouncing around in amazement at how human-like they looked. Your fingers come up to almost brush over the figures before you drop your hand not wanting to ruin the art.

“This looks like the fashion designer for the brand No1likeme.” You whisper, getting closer to the figure. Your fingers twitch with temptation to touch it. You’ve never seen something look so realistic.

“Kim Hongjoong.” Mingi says quietly, his deep tone has you whipping around to look at him. How could someone so big and frightening be so delicate and scary.

Letting a small smile grace your face, your friendship began to blossom with both of the brothers. The need for wanting to leave the small town shrank less and less. As you and your relationship with the both of them was thriving, your relationship with San was on the rocks.

~

Each time you argued with San you would leave the hotel room, storming your way to the wax museum keeping Mingi company. One day in particular it got super bad between you and San, it was a full two weeks since you all had been there, and it felt like everything he did pissed you. San could blink your way and you’d be fuming.

“I’m convinced he’s fucking the car up even more.” San says to you, both of you standing on opposite sides of the bed. Arms folded over your chest you look at him like he’s grown three heads.

“Oh so now you are going to blame this on Jongho?” Letting out a chuckle in disbelief, you refuse to let him take the blame.

“Yes! I’m blaming it on him! Are you stuck on stupid or just that dumb?” He yells out, voice booming in the hotel room. Your eyes fill with tears, biting your lip, eyes sharpening at his poor choice of words.

“Fuck…” he whispers out, letting a hand slide over his face. Before letting out a huff..

“I didn’t mean that.” He whispers out, chaos is all that’s in this room you are suffocating here. You can’t stand to be around him, around these items. You need to breathe.

“I can’t do this.” You say through gritted teeth, soaking up your tears. You refuse to let him see you cry.

“I won’t do this.” Standing firm on your words you push past him. Practically shoving him as you march your way to the wax museum, eyes beginning to shed your tears. Letting out quiet huffs you are torn into a million pieces. As you march your way to go see Mingi and Jongho once more you let out a loud croak. Squatting down you begin to cry your eyes out, you haven’t heard from Wooyoung or Yunho in a couple of days. Convinced they left on foot, even they were tired of arguing with San. You wanted to be free, he was suffocating you. Standing up after your small crying fest, you wipe your tears. Continuing your small walk to the museum.

~

Letting out a frustrated yell, he knocks the old phone off of the dresser. Mentally cursing at himself, tossing his head up he is fuming with disappointment, rage. So many things take over his body. He is not this kind of man, the man who scares off his friends? His own girlfriend? This was not the Choi San everyone loved. While he is mid destruction of the room, he gets a knock on the motel room door. Hoping it’s you he flies to the door, flinging it open to be greeted by Jongho who is standing there with his hands tucked in his pockets with a smirk on his face. San cuts his eyes at the man in front of him.

“What do you want?” He grits out through clenched teeth, practically seething with anger. With a careless shrug of his shoulders, he doesn’t answer to San. Watch his neck redden with anger, as his lack of response lights a fire on the inside of him. He can feel it in his bones that Jongho is responsible for the bullshit that goes down in this small town. Stepping out of his hotel room he gets chest to chest with Jongho. Baring his teeth at him like he’s an animal.

“Stay the fuck away from me, and my girlfriend.” He grits out, poking Jongho in his chest as he makes sure to punctuate his sentence. Letting out a small click of his tongue Jongho shakes his head, he puffs his chest out bumping San back slightly.

“I can’t do that.” He says with a smirk on his face, before lunging forward at San, as they continue to wrestle each other in the doorway. Jongho gets San to the ground, refusing to go down without a fight, San tries to break out of Jonghos tight hold, maneuvering his body on top of Sans, he wraps an arm around his neck placing him in a chokehold. As San continues to try and get Jongho off of him, he squeezes his neck tighter. Practically pulling Sans upper body off of the ground to make it easier on himself to choke him, finally after a minute passes San doesn’t struggle. Letting his arm slip, Sans head bumps the floor, body laid out beneath him. Jongho gets off of him, sitting on the side of his body, covered in sweat and breathing heavily he lets out a dramatic sigh rolling his shoulder out. He checks Sans' pulse to make sure he’s still alive. Letting out a small whistle he feels his pulse bumping beneath his skin.

“Fucking hell.” Jongho breathes out, standing up he grabs Sans ankles before dragging him out to the car and placing him in the trunk. He pulls out his phone dialing Mingi who is too busy grabbing you a hot cup of tea. Picking up his phone he greets Jongho.

“How are things going?” Mingi whispers into the phone, making sure not to alert you, he looks back at you shooting you a smile before turning back around and pouring the hot liquid into a cup.

“How the fuck do you think things went!?” Jongho yells out through a heavy breath, panting as he wipes the sweat off his forehead.

“I’m assuming you had a fun time.” Mingi says through a smile. Rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone. Jongho kicks a rock on the ground, frustrated at Mingis response.

“Next time you come out here and help! The motherfucker had the strength of the hulk. Plus he kicked me in the knee.” Jongho says, ending his sentence in a groan while he rubs his knee before getting back into the car.

“Want some tea?” He says happily. Gritting his teeth Jongho puts the phone down for one second before he picks it back up..

“Mingi, what is tea going to do for me?”

“A hot beverage could make anyone happy.” He says with a shrug in his tone..

“Hold on Jongho.” Turning to look back at you he places the phone to his shoulder..

“Two sugars?” He asks with a smile, nodding your head. You pick up another small cookie before placing it in your mouth. He drops two sugar cubes into the cup before picking the phone back up.

“Two sugars? Mingi asks into the phone speaker. He raises his eyebrow waiting for Jonghos response. Not answering, he stares straight out his windshield. Clearly annoyed at Mingis carelessness.

“I can still hear you breathing.” Mingi says in a sing-song voice.

“Just one.” Jongho mutters out quietly. Letting out a small cheer of glee, Mingi claps his hands before moving onto Jonghos cup of tea. Jongho cuts the phone line before starting the car and making his way back to the museum, letting out a groan as he makes his way down the road. Just knowing his knee was going to ache even worse later. Knowing he was going to have to move Sans body alone made him groan even louder. Letting out a loud sigh he continues his way down the empty street making sure to pull into the back of the museum. Not wanting to alert you that he had arrived he moves Sans body, placing him in the fridge. Before walking to the front of the museum entering through that entrance with a huff in his walk. He makes his way in, loud breaths fill the room. As he makes his way closer to you and Mingi he can hear your small laughter and banter between you both.

“She did not say that!” Mingi says in disbelief, placing his cup down onto the table. Leaning forward, eyes huge with shock. Letting out a small laugh you sip your tea, nodding your head.

“She did! Then she had the nerve to call me a bitch right afterwards!” You exclaim, grabbing another cookie while you place your tea cup down.

“All of this over a pair of jeans?” Mingi says, leaning forward clearly invested into the story.

“Yup, all over a pair of jeans. Those black Friday sales get crazy in those retail stores. So now I wait for Cyber Monday.” You say with a mouthful of cookie, Jongho makes his way to you and Mingi, pulling up a seat right next to you he plops down, letting out a loud sigh. Kicking his feet up, Mingi passes him his cup of tea. Taking it down in one shot he lets out a sigh before slamming the cup down onto the table. Cutting his eyes at him before he knocks his shoes off the table.

“Long day?” Mingi says through a smile before raising the cup to his lips.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jongho says, laying his head back on his chair. Letting out a small chuckle, Mingi looks at you. One thing Mingi loved to do continuously was get under Jonghos skin. It was a daily task for him.

“Hi Jongho.” You say politely, giving him a small smile as he turns his head towards the way you are sitting. Tea cup in your hands, warm smile gracing your face. Fuck, you shouldn’t look at him like that. Your warm face brushes the dust and cobwebs off of his heart, and makes his cock twitch slightly.

“Hello pretty girl.” He greets, voice gruff. There were so many layers to Jongho that he wasn’t willing to let anyone discover except Mingi. Lots of people passed through the town, but you were the one person he wanted to keep, not as a wax figure but as a lover. He knows Mingi felt the same exact way. Logically he knows that could never happen, if you were to find out about what it is they do, you’d run for the hills. With a warmth spreading through your body, you clench your legs together letting out a small giggle. You ask him how his day was turning your body slightly towards him so you could give him equal attention as you were giving Mingi.

“The big baby is fine.” Mingi says, eyes rolling as he sets down his cup. Letting out a loud dramatic sigh Jongho places his hand against his forehead like he’s dying, amping up the dramatics.

“I’m so frail.” He whispers out in a rough tone, letting out another loud sigh. You and Mingi begin to laugh, warming up with happiness. When you were with both of these men you would forget about every problem you had in the world. You were always in the moment with these two.

“I’m about to flatline.” He croaks out, placing another hand across his forehead dramatically, before he melts out of his chair, body hitting the floor with a thud, sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth.

You and Mingi stand up while laughing, making your way to Jonghos side of the table. Before you both squat down.

“Quickly Dr. Y/N! We are losing our patient!” Letting out a loud giggle, one that has you tossing your head back, Mingi and Jongho both look at you as your body shakes with laughter. Your face brightens up as your shoulders shake with joy. Placing your hands on your thighs you double over in laughter.

“You are the beautifulest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” Mingi says, eyes big with admiration. Jongho continues to look up at you, before flickering his eyes down to your skirt that’s riding up your legs by the second with each turn. Letting your laughter die down slowly, you wipe tears out of your eyes. Asking Mingi to repeat himself.

“I said you are beautiful.” Mingi replies slightly bashful, his cheeks flush a dark red before he stands up suddenly, swiftly making his way back to his wax room. His sudden change makes you slightly stand up, calling out to him. Your foot steps forward before you feel a rough hand grab you from below. Jongho grips your ankle lightly, before pulling himself off the floor. Getting one last longing look up your skirt

“I didn’t mean to upset him.” You say quietly, eyes prickling with tears. Heart heavy on your sleeve as your eyes continue staring at the exit Mingi left through.

“He's not upset, just a bit embarrassed.” Jongho says, brushing his clothes off. With a confused face you look at Jongho before looking back at the exit again.

“Why though? He didn’t say anything to be embarrassed about.” Looking at the side of your face before he grabs your wrist, pushing you against the side of the table swiftly, your eyes growing large at his sudden movements. His lips ghosting yours.

“You are a crybaby, you know that?” He says looking you directly in your eyes, his eyes flickering to your lips before he slides a knee between your legs. Hiking it up so it’s resting an inch below your clothed cunt. Skirt hiking up as he inches his knee closer and closer to you.

“I-I am not.” You moan out quietly, eyes boring up at Jongho, his stature while it isn’t as big as Mingis he still carried so much presence it felt like he was as big as the ceilings in the room.

“Yea you are.” He whispers out, bringing his face closer to yours. Noses bumping against each other. Breathing one another in, his dark eyes are pools of molasses. They are thick with emotions swirling in them, yet you can’t read Jongho. He’s hard to find, as to where Mingi is sheep in wolf's clothing. Hard looking on the outside, but inside he’s soft and warm. You feel at home with them, like this was meant to be. When you are with them San is long gone in your mind.

“You are my crybaby.” Jongho says brushing his knee over your clothed pussy, which is drenching the fabric that’s separating the two of you right now.

“You–your crybaby?” You stutter out through a moan, feeling the rough fabric of his jeans brush your pussy, your stomach churns with need.

“Yea, my crybaby.” He says while he speaks over your lips.

“You got a problem with that?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. Shaking your head no. He places a hand on your hip, dipping a thumb under your shirt to rub small circles into your skin.

“Answer me.” He tells you.

“No, I don’t have a problem with that.” You squeak out, voice coming out in a squeak as the rough padding of his thumb grazes your soft skin. A smile graces his face before he dips his head kissing you on the lips. Before pulling away slowly, your eyes flutter open at Jongho, a happy sigh leaves your mouth. Biting his lip he dives back in, other hand cupping the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. Both of your tongues dance against each other, your mouth is sweet. Tasting of the sugar cookies you and Mingi had been snacking on. As rough as Jongho is, he’s delicate while kissing you. His rough exterior makes up for his gentleness. Gripping your waist tightly, he begins to move your body back and forth on his knee. The rough scratch of the jeans nips your clit with each thrust forward. Making you let out a small yelp, cocking your head back as you begin to aid in moving your hips. Moving his lips to your neck he places small kisses on your skin, nipping at every other kiss he puts on you, inhaling your scent. You smell soft to him. Warm and gentle, two things that never blow through town. Letting out a small groan he rips himself away from you, your lips aimlessly chase him as he moves. Hand running through his dark hair. You look at him in confusion, as your eyes dance over him you notice the smaller patch on the fabric of his jeans. Body flushing with small embarrassment while your cunt clenches in anticipation.

“What’s wrong?” You ask clearly confused. Letting out a small groan, he turns around hiking you over his shoulder. Making his way towards Mingis wax room. You let out a small oomf as he walks with you, your skirt bouncing with each step he takes. As your hands try to lay the fabric down, he swipes at your hands, roughly slapping your ass before grabbing the fat of it. Letting out a small moan, you try to look at Jongho.

“This is a nice ass you got, pretty girl.” Jongho says while slapping the meat of your ass again, before flicking your skirt up. Grabbing it once more before biting the side of your ass. Letting out a small giggle your pussy clenches around nothing. Gripping the back of his shirt, as you enter a warm, humid room. Looking around you see stacks of wax. Small carving tools, matches. You must be in Mingis room. As you whip your head around looking for the large man. You see him sitting on a chair on the opposite side of a large table in the room. Peeling pieces of wax off of his hands. Looking up he gawks at you and Jongho. His cock coming alive at seeing your clothed ass on display for him to gawk at.

“Come here” Jongho tells Mingi, immediately standing up he makes his way over to where he’s standing before placing you on your feet before you are sandwiches between both men. Looking up at Mingi there is a twinkle in your eyes. His skin flushes with a noticeable red hue. Jongho pulls down the fabric of your skirt little by little. Bending down he whispers into your ear..

“Go on..” biting your lip you are at a loss for words as you feel Jongho begin to toy with back of your

skirt, snapping the fabric of your panties against your hip. He bumps your back before sandwiching you between him and Mingi.

“I’m sorry.” Mingi whispers out, eyes boring into yours. His eyes are trying to remain on your face but the way you are boring into his soul has his cock twitching. You can feel his hard length on your lower stomach pulsing. Biting his lip he leans down, warm breath on your lips before he looks back up at your eyes. Nodding your head he leans in to kiss you. His kiss is more feverish than Jonghos. It’s been so long since he’s been with a woman as pretty as you. Feeling his heart beat heavy when you are around, he can’t help but feel like a teenage boy kissing his crush for the first time. His warm hands cup your face, body pushing harder against your front, making you bump into Jongho who has your skirt around your ankles. Dropping to his knees he takes your shoes off smoothly, while he spreads your thighs slowly, a wet patch of your panties comes into sight. Letting out a low moan he brushes his nose against the fabric inhaling your scent. You smell as lovely as you look, he pulls your panties down swiftly before licking a stripe from your pussy to your clit. Giving it a quick suck before standing up, moaning into Mingis mouth at Jonghos actions. He rips away from Mingi. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it behind him, before shoving you towards the metal table. Back hitting the warm surface, your eyes flutter up at him. Deepened with dark need you feel your cunt throb as both men tower over your half naked figure.

“Fuck..” Mingi whispers out, mesmerized by the way your pussy clenches around nothing. It’s glimmering with arousal, bringing two fingers down he spreads your puffy lips watching the stickiness stretch between your lips. You watch as both their cocks jump at the sight. Your body flushes with heat, letting you a small whine you hike your hips up into Mingis touch hoping he would aid in touching you even more. Letting out a small chuckle Jongho undoes his belt, letting it drop to the floor.

“Someone is an impatient slut.” He says getting closer, flicking his head, Mingi begins to undress. Pants flying off into the corner, he makes his way towards the front of the table as Jongho makes his way towards the back. Gripping your hips he turns you over, hands slamming down onto your hips to arch your ass in the air. As he smacks your soft flesh, your pussy lips spread as you arch further. Making him let out a whistle, he brings his mouth down, flicking his tongue out to swipe up your dripping cunt. Letting out a small moan, arching further into his mouth so you can feel him even more.

Mingi crawls on the table, heavy cock brushing against the soft skin of your face. His pre cum smears on your skin, taking his thumb he swipes it off before sticking his thumb in your mouth. The taste of him on your tongue has you slightly drooling. Grabbing his cock he rubs it against your cheeks again before he rubs it against your lower lip, opening your mouth you kitten lick the tip of it before taking it in your mouth, inch by inch. Standing up Jongho slaps his cock against your wet cunt, slicking it up before he teases your clit. Letting out a loud moan around Mingis cock before he slams into you, slamming you up onto Mingis cock. Jamming it down your throat you let out a loud whimper at the sudden stretch in your pussy and mouth. Grabbing the back of your head Jongho pushes you down farther on Mingis length til your nose is touching his pubes. Taking in the scent of him while you try your best to breathe through your nose. Mingi lets out a strangled moan swiping Jonghos hand away from the back of your head.

“J-Jongho, don’t be mean.” Mingi moans out, airiness to his voice as he pulls back slightly before beginning to slowly fuck your mouth. While Jongho stills in your cunt, not moving his hips yet. Mingi slaps his hand away once more.

“She likes this.” He says voice deep with a grunt, as he feels your cunt clench around him. Letting a smile crack onto his face.

“Yea, she loves this Mingi. You should feel the way she’s gripping my cock. Almost as if she doesn’t want me to leave this wet pussy.” He says pulling out all the way, your slick falls off his cock and onto the floor. Bringing a rough hand down, he slaps your cunt before entering you again. Your body arches deeper, the slight pain sends a jolt through your body, the throaty moans you are letting off around Mingis cock has him speeding his hips up. Your jaw feels tense as you are trying to stretch as wide as you can to accommodate his size. Mingi squeezes his eyes shut, as Jongho continues to degrade you, and the way you are sucking him in, with your warm tongue thrashing against his member he’s so close to the edge.

“Fu-fuck Jongho, you should feel the way she’s sucking me in her throat.” Mingi wheezes out, coming up to rub the top of your head before giving it a slight squeeze.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” Mingi says through a pant, his chest is rolling with beads of sweat. Opening your mouth you stick your tongue out. Slapping his heavy cock onto your tongue, he wraps his hand around his throbbing member, you watch it bob as he grabs it tightly. Fap, fap, fap is echoing around the hot room. With Jongho deep into your cunt, dragging his thick cock between your wet walls you feel the thick vein on the underside of him. Rubbing against your entrance with each thrust. Arms growing weaker by the second, you catch the tip of Mingis cock in your mouth giving it a quick slurp before rubbing your tongue between the slit slurping up the small dribbles of cum, before Mingi flings his head back, sweat flying from his hairline landing on your back as he moans out that he’s cumming. Taking him in your mouth once more you drink him down, the slightly salty taste takes over your taste buds. Your hands come up to grip Mingis thighs to help you remain stable, you can feel the muscles of his legs flexing, and shaking as his deep moans leave his mouth.

High pitched whines whistle through his pretty plump lips, giving him a couple more suck on his tip to make sure you’ve got all you can get from Mingi within this moment. Letting out a whine he jerks his hips back from your mouth before letting his ass hit the table. Legs practically vibrating as he sits there trying to catch his breath. Gripping your hips Jongho flips your body over, grabbing the front of your shirt he hikes it over your head, your breasts are crushed against one another in your bra. Letting out a groan at the feeling of him manhandling you. The dynamic difference between him and Mingi was like night and day. While Jongho appeared soft, and more approachable he was definitely rougher. Mingi was huge, voice deep and rich as the darkest nights, eyes sharp and cut. Yet he was so soft and gentle. Squishing your face between his fingers he strokes inside of you slowly but sharply. Making sure to hit every piece inside of you.

Your mouth falls open, air getting punched from your lungs with each stroke he gives you. Mingi crawls off of the table grabbing a pot that had been warming on the back burner in the room. You are too fixated on Jongho to notice Mingis absence. Making his way back he grabs one of the long knives on his shelf before cutting the middle of your bra. The sudden action has you letting out a mewl at the feeling of the cold metal on your hot, sweat covered skin has you seething, pussy clenching hard on Jongho whose hips stutter. Throwing the knife to the side, Mingi dips his hand in the hot wax before taking it out, letting the excess wax drip onto your body. The sting of the wax has you arching your back.

“Fu-fuck Mingi!” You moan loudly, the squelching of your cunt gets louder. Dipping his hand once more he lets the wax drip on your chest, making sure to hit each pebbled nipple. Your mouth drops open, a loud moan rips through your body. Jongho stills in your body, the wax bringing you enough euphoria to bring you to climax. Jongho dips his hand into the pot, using his other hand, taking two fingers to part your lip exposing your puffy clit to him. He drips the wax making sure to aim for your clit that was throbbing. The small sting has you hurtling forward. Crinkling the hardening wax on your skin, as they continue to cover you in it, Jongho peels off the hard wax on your clit. Stimulating it before cracking his hand down on it, and repeating the actions of the wax dripping. As you are now coated in small patches of wax. Jongho pulls out of you slapping your cunt harder.

The feeling of Mingi and the wax on your chest. While Jongho abuses your cunt his hand, and the wax has you screaming to them that you are cumming. Back arching completely off the table you grip the sides. Clear fluid shooting out of you, blowing small pieces of wax off of your cunt as you cum. Mingi drops the pot of wax in shock. The warm substance begins to harden almost immediately on the cool floor. Both men quickly drop to their knees trying to catch any liquid that’s squirting out of your cunt. Bringing his fingers up to strum at you clit, Mingi moans at the taste of you on his tongue. Jonghos eyes practically roll into the back of his head. As you are coming down from your high you bat Mingis fingers away. Tears fill your eyes at such an intense orgasm. Your heavy pants, mixed with the two men below you who are slurping your juices off of their fingers. Savoring you.

Mingi bends to pick you up, placing you over his shoulder. As he lifts you, you look up at Jongho whose cock is standing tall, red tip leaking with enormous amounts of pre cum. You realize he has not had the chance to cum yet, as Mingi goes to set you down on the floor. Jongho roughly turns you around on your wobbly legs. Pushing your bare back against Mingi who bumps into the wall behind him.

“I still haven’t cum yet, pretty girl.” He groans out, catching your lips in a kiss before he hikes one of your legs up on his waist, sandwiching you between him and Mingi. You feel two soft fingers come down and spread your dripping arousal to your asshole. Letting out a weak moan, you feel your stickiness begin to flood your cunt again. Spitting on his fingers to add extra moisture he dances his fingers along your asshole. Slipping one finger in at first, and adding another a minute later. A helpless whimper leaves your throat, while Mingi coos in your ear. Telling you to relax, and enjoy the feeling. Wanting to bask in the both of them you lean your head back against Mingi, as you feel his cock poking your hole. Before smoothly sliding himself in at the same time Jongho enters you.

Your mouth gapes open, a loud moan leaving you.

“Fu-Fuck!” You yell, one arm going to grab the back of Mingis head while the other is flung over Jonghos shoulder gripping the back of his neck. Your legs feel wobbly as you are on your tip toes trying to balance yourself. Hiking you up fully on his cock Jongho stills. Waiting for Mingi to catch his breath, with his head tilted back on the wall, chest heaving with the need for precious air, he croaks out to Jongho that he’s ready to move. You are sandwiched between both men, Mingis cock deep inside of your ass while Jongho is wall to wall in your dripping cunt that is anticipating this new high that you’ve never had before. Mingi moves his hips slowly, his cock dragging in the walls of your ass has you doubling over onto Jongho who is easily holding your body weight up. Mingi squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m not going to last long.” His deep voice croaks out, your tight ring squeezing his thick cock. Your grip on Mingis head tightens, making the giant man let out a breathy whimper making his hips stutter, pulling out his cock before sliding himself back in. Placing your head against Mingis shoulder you bring his face down to yours, locking lips with him. Your tongue dances in his mouth soaking in the flavor of him. Jongho takes this as a sign to begin moving, pulling out slightly before slamming his hips into yours. Cock thrusting deep inside you, pausing from your kiss you let out a loud moan, biting Mingis bottom lip roughly as he and Jongho begin to bounce off of each other. As Mingi pulls out of your ass, Jongho strokes forward, deep into your cunt. Your toes curl in the air as he holds you up. Pulling you from Mingi he squeezes your cheeks together before placing his lips on yours, this kiss was opposite from Mingis. Teeth bumping, heavy panting he needed to get his fix on you. Biting his lip, Mingi grips your hips pulling you back onto his cock as Jongho pulls out of your cunt. They can feel each of them coming and going, only being separated by your thin fleshy wall.

“Don’t forget about me now.” Jongho grunts into your mouth, beginning to pick up his speed in your cunt. He feels you clench around him, cracking a smile into your heated kiss. You moan loudly as Mingi begins to pick up his pace as well, beginning to move quicker than Jongho his hips become sloppy with each stroke. He reached his boiling point, knowing he wasn’t going to last any longer, he pulled your face back from Jongho, locking you in a feverish kiss, moaning in your mouth as his hips began to twitch. As Mingi begins to whine and cry that he’s going to cum, and can’t hold out much longer Jongho peels off some of the hardened waxed on your chest, making sure to peel the piece that is directly over your nipple making you arch your back off of Mingi and that sensation alone has your toes curling in. Bringing his large hand down, Mingi rubs circles on your clit. Moaning into your mouth once more how you need to come, the desperation in his voice is edging you forward. How could such a big, strong man be so whiny, it was the perfect balance between the two. While Jongho snatched your face back he began to hike you up and down his cock. The squelching noises fill the hot room, hand still tight in Mingis hair, with your back arched off of him you try to meet each of their strokes as they both are becoming sloppy. Tears brim Mingis eyes, hand moving faster on your clit as he begs Jongho to hurry up.

“Jo-Jongho.” He hiccups out, tears beginning to pour from his sharp eyes.

“Please, please, please” you begin to beg, hearing Mingis cries in your ear dampens your cunt making you clench even harder on Jongho whose hips stutter.

“Please what?” Jongho growls out, sticking two of his fingers in your mouth. As you begin to suck on them, Mingi alternates between rubbing circles on your clit, to rubbing the swollen bud between two of his fingers. As you let out one final scream at the sensation, you buck your hips back into Mingi who instantly cums, arching his back off the wall, Jongho slams your body up against Mingi chest, thrust now moving furiously, moaning into your neck how he’s going to cum.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” He groans into your ear, breath hot on your skin, as your cunt constricts his movements making it hard to move. Mingis grabs the bottom of your thighs. Hoisting you up so Jongho can continue slamming his hips into you furiously. Teeth bared like he’s some kind of wild animal he bites down into your neck. The feeling has you screaming out his name as your body recoils, sending you through another orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” He says while your skin is beneath his teeth.

“And you're going to take it.” Mingi whispers into your ear, his husky tone makes your eyes rollback at the sound of it. Head thrown back on Mingis shoulder as Jongho gives one more powerful thrust before emptying himself in you, with one final hard jerk he stills in you. Filling your cunt with his warm cum, you let out a loud sigh at the feeling. Your lower belly bulging slightly with how much cum he was filling you with. Pinching your clit, Mingi kisses your neck softly. Murmuring to you over and over again how good you felt, pulling himself out of your asshole with a pop, his cum instantly begins to ooze out of you. His cum drips down to your cunt, soaking you in his seed, as Jongho begins to pull out of you with a hiss both of their seeds mix. Covering you in their cum.

“Look at her.” Jongho grits out with a chuckle, pushing himself off of you slowly, while Mingi keeps you held in the air by the back of your thighs, in a seated position. Cunt on display for his eyes to gawk at, your body flushes with heat, hoping to pass it off as the room is blazing hot. Jongho clicks his tongue, before swiping two fingers between your folds. Your pussy quivers as he makes contact with it, chuckling once more he brings his hands up to your mouth. Rolling your tongue out you lick his fingers clean. Mingis head rolls back, you can feel him getting hard again at the sight in front of him. Pushing forward Jongho grabs you, wrapping your wobbly legs around his waist. He lays you down on Mingis works table, admiring the work they both put in. Cunt puffy, and oozing with cum. Covered in bite and hand marks. You really were going to be their favorite piece of art. He goes to help Mingi off of the wall, his sweaty upper body peeling off as Jongho puts his arm around his waist aiding in carrying him over.

With a loud sigh, Jongho shakes his head. Making his way back over to your body, with Mingi limping along the way. With big eyes you stare at him making his way around the table.

“You know..” he mutters before running a hand across his face, annoyed that you could have the potential to uncover what it is they exactly do.

“I really liked you.” He says

“I really wanted to keep you.” Says Mingi..

“I know about San.” You whimper out. Choosing to remain laying down, not wanting to budge even a little bit. Shaking his head, Jongho flicks his head, signaling Mingi to start the wax process. Both of their eyes grow wide as they realize their cover has been blown.

“We will keep her Mingi.” Jongho says before shooting a sinister smile at his brother. With a small squeal Mingi makes his way to grab his tools, bouncing out of the room with glee. Limping as he moves around in such swift movements. Post nut fueling his excitement to start his work.

“Oh, we will definitely keep you pretty girl. We will even put you next to your boyfriend.”

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[hugheshischier4313]

YOU MISS HIM DON’T YOU | Q. HUGHES

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x reader

Warnings: maybe emotional cheating?

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: Hi lovelies! I was rewatching desperate housewives and a certain scene encouraged me to write something similar. It was supposed to be a quick little Drabble/blurb but im at 10 pages now and still not done. So here’s a snippet :)

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Quinn had known about your boyfriend from the very beginning. He had seen you together, bringing boxes to the apartment beside his, and noticed you immediately. He wished he could say it had all been innocent, but the first thing he saw was how your legs looked in the tennis skirt you had been wearing. You bent down to pick up a fallen pillow as he exited his car in the parking garage. His eyes lingered on you, and he forced himself to turn away before you noticed. He swore he would offer to help you before he met eyes with Andrew as he stepped out of the parking garage elevator.

"I didn't mean to; it just happened. You were bent over, in a skirt, right outside my car; it was hard to look away when I didn't expect you to be there." Quinn had a slight pink tone to his features right now, and you were smiling, trying to suppress a laugh. You stood in the kitchen, pouring the margaritas into your cups.

"You mean the skirt I'm wearing right now? Is that why you mentioned it? Quinn, you could have kept that secret forever. I mean, you couldn't waterboard that information out of me." You were always more giggly when drinking, which was contagious to Quinn. "But since you didn't, I'm gonna use this against you for the foreseeable future."  The laugh left you when you got back to Quinn's couch. "I'll try not to make any sudden movements that may catch you off guard," you teased as you stood before him and handed him his drink.

"It's not funny; I've felt bad about this for months." he tried to be serious, but the smile never left his face. As you nodded with a smirk on your lip, you turned from him after he grabbed the glass, "Y/N, I'm serious." He wasn't; he could never stay upset with you, even in a joking manner. 

"I guess I'll just go back to my apartment then; I don't want to bring back any of your past shame." your body once again turned towards him as you leaned down over to hug him, "Bye, Hughes, I'll make sure to only wear this when you're out of town." He let out a sarcastic 'ha.' "You don't have to leave; I can control myself. I promise." he rolled his eyes and slowly got up to stop you.

"I don't know; I think the only logical answer is to wear your Drew sweats." You had pivoted and ran to his room before he could reply. You had bugged him countless times to try them on over the past months; you had just wanted to see if they were worth the hype because the black sweats had been sold out forever (and maybe, subconsciously, because of your past love for Justin Bieber). And every time he said no, you took this as your opportunity to try them and bug him simultaneously.

Being in Quinn's room was familiar to you. You had spent most days at one of the two apartments, and sometimes that meant laying in his bed watching TV after he had just returned from a string of away games or after a challenging game or practice. You had worn his clothes before, too; it was always in a platonic way, the first time you had locked yourself out after being out on a run when it started raining. You lost your key on the run, and the concierge was gone for the night. You had also spent the night; he let you sleep in his bed and took the couch. 

As you ran into the room, you closed the door behind you and walked into the closet, closing that door, too. You had found the sweats and slowly walked out of the closet. There was no sight of Quinn, and the bedroom door was still closed. You walked towards the door, sweats in your hand, as you called out to him, "Q? Are you -" But you were cut off as he tackled you onto the bed next to you.

The two of you lay on the bed laughing before turning to face each other. The laughter died down, and you were smiling and looking at each other. The two of you lay there for a while, not saying anything until you broke the silence, "Your eyes are a different colour every time I see you, but today I can see every shade in them." You don't know why you needed to share your observation with him, but it felt right. "You cut your hair." He reached out to tuck a strand behind your ear and play with the end of another. His voice had been so him, soft yet dominant. It was true; you had gotten a slight trim the day before and a few longer layers at the bottom of your hair, a small and simple detail that could have been missed. In fact, he was the only person to notice; none of your classmates or even Andrew, although over Facetime, had noticed. 

The room felt heavy as you looked from his hand in your hair to his eyes again, stopping to look at his lips for a second. And when you reached his gaze, it was unreadable. "I -" A phone began to ring as Quinn was about to speak. You could see a shift in his demeanour as you continued to look at him. He got up to find the cause of the sound. "It's your phone." He walked it over to you before heading out to the living room again. The phone illuminated ANDREW CALLING.

You looked towards the empty doorway as you brought the phone up to your ear. "Hey you," your playful voice sounded forced, and the smile on your lips was even more so. "Hey, I have a surprise for you. The notification said it was in the lobby." This shocked you, not only because it was a surprise but because Andrew was never one for small gestures. It was always something big like him ordering 4 dozen roses to your desk after your fourth date. But he had never just sent you or given you something randomly.

Andrew could be a sweet guy; you worked together before he asked you to have dinner with him. You knew you were moving and had no intention of starting anything serious before moving to Vancouver, but he had been so persistent, and it felt nice to have a distraction with all the craziness of moving. But living in different provinces has brought no comfort to either of you. It felt like pen pals most of the time. You would call him a few times a week and talk for an hour before he had to go. There had been a few times where you could have sworn you heard someone else there, but the times you mentioned it, it felt like the fight had been more trouble than the issue itself.

And maybe subconsciously, you felt like a hypocrite. Your relationship with Quinn was platonic, but the number of times you were confused as a couple in public could be seen another way. In fact, you hated to admit it, but it felt like you communicated more with Quinn when he was away than with your boyfriend. 

"There's something for me in the lobby of my apartment complex? Andrew, what did you do? It's 7pm?" As you started talking, Quinn walked into view, bringing your drinks and extending to you. "It's a surprise; you should go get it now; I'm assuming it's just on the concierge desk based on the picture." You stared up at Quinn as you listened to Andrew, "Okay, I'll be down in a minute, and I'll call you back once I have it." The phone call was quickly over. 

"What did you order?" Quinn asked with a smile, used to all the packages you've received. A few that had been too heavy for you to carry on your own that Quinn had taken himself. Even when they hadn't been too heavy, he would carry them for you if he was there. "I'm not sure, Andrew sent it to me." You could have sworn there was a look on his face that was gone as quickly as it appeared. "You want me to go with you in case you need help?" there was no hesitation in your quick reply of 'yes.'

As the two of you walked down the hall, you were overly aware of the distance between you. It was no different than it had been in the past, but there was a particular charge. The words shared and unshared in the bedroom hung heavy. "So I never got to even put the sweats on," you joked while waiting in front of the elevator. "You can borrow them when we get back up if you want," his answer made your breath hitch. He had never let you try them on, much less borrow them.

He looked at you, letting you walk into the elevator first. The ride down was quick and quiet, but how you looked at each other made everything race faster. Your heartbeat quickened as you saw his slight deviation towards your lips before making their way back up. "Quinn," your voice came out as a low plea; whether it was to continue or to stop was uncertain. He stepped closer to you as the two of you stood in silence for a brief moment before the doors opened. As you stepped out, your heart felt heavy.

As you made your way towards the front desk, you saw the back of a man at the desk, but when you heard the voice,  it made you freeze. Andrew, he was in your lobby waiting for you, Quinn failed to notice your pause and ran into you. However, before you could tip forward, Quinn had steadied you with a hand on your arm and waist. Andrew called out when he turned around. 

"Andrew! What are you doing here?" You didn't miss the look he gave the sight of the two of you or how his gaze only lingered on Quinn's hand on your waist as he walked closer. You unhooked yourself from Quinn to hug Andrew. The hug was stiff; he held himself higher, and his head hadn't moved from the position it had been in before. You figured he was still looking at Quinn. 

"I wanted to surprise you; we settled a case earlier than expected, so I took a few days off." You had pulled yourself to his side, a view of both him and Quinn. They kept looking towards each other, completely ignoring you. "Well, Andrew, this is my friend I always tell you about, Quinn. He introduced himself the day I moved in, remember? He lives next door to me." Andrew smiled down at you as you continued. "Quinn, you remember Andrew." Quinn looked from you to Andrew before extending his hand. "Good to see you again, man." Andrew hesitated before shaking his hand. 

There was a quick silence before Quinn grabbed his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen, excusing himself, "I have to make a phone call; I'll see you around," but before he could walk off, you gave him a side hug goodbye. You had done it a thousand times before, and feeling like you couldn't because Andrew was there didn't feel like a good sign, so you did it anyway. "I'll text you," you quietly said as you let go.

The next few days had been uneventful, showing Andrew around Vancouver. The hallway had felt unusually empty each time you passed, hoping to run into Quinn. A string of away games was starting that Monday, and when you came back from dropping off Andrew at the airport on Sunday night, you noticed the bag sitting in front of your apartment door. 

The black sweats were inside with a note, 'I'll pick them up when I'm back. Enjoy :). ~ Q" He never asked for them back

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[alisonsfics]

his peace

pairing: carmy berzatto x reader

summary: when carmy meets you at an al-anon meeting, he’s surprised why how safe he feels with you immediately. but with that comes the anxiety of scaring you away.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: carmy and the reader meet at an al-anon meeting, but no actual discussion of sensitive topics

Carmy took yet another deep breath. He could hear his heartbeat pounding. He wiped his sweaty palms off on his jeans. He saw someone start walking down the hallway towards him. They gave him a small sympathetic smile, noticing his obvious nervousness.

He tried to take more breaths, as though it would give him a fresh perspective and a boost of confidence.

He ran his hand through his hair and reminded himself why he was there. Before he lost his courage, he walked past the “Al-Anon Meeting Today at 2pm” sign and in the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief once he entered the room. He’d been dreading the inside of this room. He was expecting to be met with cold stares and judgmental glances. Instead, the room seemed peaceful, and no one even seemed to notice him.

He picked a spot along the back wall and stood there. He casually leaned back against the wall, wanting to observe the meeting today instead of participate.

You were across the room. You were at the “snack” table that was topped with bottles of water and little packaged snacks, along with fliers full of resources like hotlines and therapist offices.

You caught a glimpse of the man lurking in the back of the room. You noticed the way his eyes avoided your gaze and focused on the floor.

You slowly walked over towards him. Everyone else was having side conversations before the meeting started. He was the only one who was alone.

You’d been coming to these meetings for a while, but you remembered how alone you felt at your first one. You didn’t want him to feel like that.

He only looked up at you once you were standing a few feet in front of him. He gave you a quick anxious smile. He could feel his palms start to sweat again. “Am I not allowed to just watch? This is my first time. I don’t know how these things go.” He rambled, nervously.

“No no no, feel free. It’s totally up to you. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Y/N.” You said, holding out your hand to him. His eyes darted to your hand, which he quickly grabbed and gave a firm shake.

“I’m Carmen. My friends call me Carmy though. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, smiling at you. He didn’t know why, but he felt lighter. Like some of the pressure had been taken off. Surviving this meeting felt like less of a big deal when he looked into your eyes.

His thoughts usually operated at a thousand miles a minute, but they seemed to still in your presence.

“I remember how anxious I was at my first meeting. I’m not trying to force you to do anything. You do whatever feels right. But, nothing bad will happen if you come sit with us. I know you probably have all those worst case scenarios in your head right now, but I promise none of them are going to happen.” You tried to assure him as best as you could.

Carmy slowly nodded his head, thinking about what you said. He considered it more than he thought he would. It sounded less scary when you talked about it.

“I’m just not really ready to share or anything yet. I think I’d rather just stay back here and watch.” He told you, hesitantly. The thought of having to talk to a room of strangers about his dead brother was almost enough to paralyze Carmy.

“You can come and just listen, if you want. No one will force you to share. Again, absolutely no pressure, but I’ll save you a seat and leave it up to you.” You said, giving him a small smile and heading towards the circle of chairs.

Carmy watched as you walked away. Something about you made Carmy feel calm. You were encouraging enough that he felt like he could do anything.

He watched you for a few minutes. You were sat down and quietly talking to two other people next to you. Your warm smile made him feel optimistic. He was already looking forward to seeing you once a week.

You looked up and noticed he was watching you. He softly smiled at you. You went back to your conversation, not wanting to pressure him in any way by staring.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him walk up to the chair and sit beside you. You looked over at him and gave him an encouraging smile. You knew how massive a small step like that could feel.

You continued to check in with him throughout the meeting. After each person took their turn sharing, you’d look over at Carmy to make sure he was alright. You felt strangely protective over him, considering you’d just met.

After the meeting, he pulled you to the side. “Thank you for encouraging me today. I’ve been really worried about this meeting, but you helped me feel a lot more comfortable.” He said, genuinely. There was a certain sparkle in his eye that he didn’t even know was there. He felt hopeful for the first time in a long time.

“Of course. I’m glad I was able to help. I’m always here to talk, if you want.” You told him. You were met with a grateful nod.

“Do you maybe want to go get lunch? You’re just really easy to talk to.” He asked you. All of a sudden, you had butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t hide your smile. “I’d love to.” You told him.

You both walked through the city talking about your lives. You both talked about why you went to Al-Anon meetings. You were one of the first people Carmy told about the Michael stuff.

It became a weekly tradition. Every week you both would sit side by side and then go out to lunch afterwards. By the third meeting, you’d gotten Carmy out of his shell enough to share with the group for the first time.

Carmy was trying really hard to appreciate how good it was with you. Especially since he knew he had a tendency to expect bad things to happen. It also meant he was scared of screwing it up.

So, he kept it separate. You and his life at The Beef were two completely different spaces in his head. You were peace, and The Beef was chaos. You were stress relief, and The Beef was stress-inducing.

That worked fine until he was bickering with Richie at the cash register, as usual, and he saw you walk in the front door.

Realizing it was you, Carmy froze. He’d forgotten all about the argument with Richie, and his eyes were glued on you.

You watched as his cheeks turned a soft shade of red. Carmy was mortified that you were seeing this side of his life. The side that involved screaming and chaos and arguments.

“Not right now, Richie,” Carmy mumbled, pushing past Richie and walking into the kitchen. Carmy’s thoughts started racing. He walked past Sydney and Marcus and Tina as they yelled different questions at him.

His mind was on one thing now. He marched towards the office after he spotted Natalie sitting at the desk. He needed to talk to someone about you, finally.

He barged into the office and closed the door behind him. The yelling of the kitchen was slightly muffled, blending in with the thoughts bouncing around his head.

“Carm, what’s wrong?” Nat asked, looking up and seeing her brother out of breath. Carmy immediately sat down on the couch and put his head into his hands.

He could feel himself spiraling and was trying to stop it before it got too far. All his emotions were bubbling to the surface. He truly thought he was going to scare you away.

“Carm, seriously, what’s going on? I’m getting worried.” Nat repeated.

He looked up from the floor, and she could see the panic in his eyes. “I went to a meeting. And I met this girl. She’s really been helping me. I just feel so calm when I’m with her.” He said. Nat noticed a glint in his eye when he talked about you.

“Carm, that’s great. I’m really proud of you. I know it took a lot for you to go. So, what’s wrong?” She asked, sitting beside him. She held onto his hand, encouraging him to explain.

“She’s umm…outside right now. I didn’t tell her about this place, but she just walked in.” He mumbled, glancing back towards the closed door. Nat slowly nodded, trying to piece together what he was so worried about.

“What’s so bad about that?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. Carmy shrugged. He wasn’t quite able to explain why he had this pit in his stomach.

“She’s the one thing in my life that just feels pure and completely separate from all the shit here. I haven’t let her see this side of me, and I really like her, Sugar. But if she sees this side of me, she’ll know how fucked up I am.” He said. His eyes were desperate. He was begging Nat for a solution. He needed to know what to do.

She pulled Carmy into a hug, rubbing his back slowly. “She sounds really good for you, Bear. I think you should tell her how you feel. She’s not gonna run away because you’re complicated. Everybody’s complicated. It’s just life. And if she makes your life better, you should go for it.” She said, giving Carmy the perfect sisterly advice.

“You really think so?” Carmy said, looking back towards the door. She just nodded and patted Carmy on the back. He slowly stood up from the couch.

Deep down he knew Nat was right, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t scared out of his mind.

He walked back through the kitchen, ignoring the chaos surrounding him as he walked towards you. As long as he stayed focused on you, he could drown out all the chaos.

He walked back into the front of the restaurant. You weren’t in line anymore. His eyes searched around for you until he saw you sitting at a small table in the corner.

Richie was still at the cash register taking another customer’s order. “I’m sorry, cousin. We can talk later.” Carmy said, patting Richie’s shoulder as he walked by. He knew if he wanted less chaos in his life, it would take a lot of effort on his part.

He walked over to where you were sitting. When you looked up at him, you noticed his hesitant smile. “Please, sit,” you said, gesturing towards the seat in front of you. He quickly nodded and then sat down.

“Hey, umm, I’m sorry that I kinda ran away earlier. I was just surprised to see you here.” He said, sheepishly. He scratched the back of his neck. You felt a small smile creep on your face. Bashful was a cute look on Carmy.

“It’s totally fine. I was shocked to see you too. I didn’t know you worked at a restaurant.” You said, smiling at him. He quickly looked up to meet your eyes and then shook his head. “I actually own the restaurant. This was Mikey’s before he died, and he left it to me.” He told you.

You noticed how happy he was when he was talking about his brother. Carmy was still bracing for you to storm out the door, and he didn’t even know why.

It was probably because in his life, good things never lasted.

Until you.

He felt a little bit of imposter syndrome with you. Like he’d been pretending to be this person with his life put together. And now, you were seeing what his life really looked like.

“I think that’s really beautiful, Carmy. You know, you running this place to honor your brother. I bet he’d be really proud of you.” You said. You gently reached across the table and let your hand rest on top of his. He quickly looked between you and your hand on his.

“Really? You don’t like…think this place is a total shit hole? With all the screaming and everything. Everything here is fuckin’ chaos.” He said, chuckling to himself. Self doubt had always been something that haunted Carmy.

You quickly shook your head, assuring him. “Just because it’s a little messy doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful. Nothing’s ever tied up neatly in a bow. Especially not when you’re dealing with family. I think it just means you care, not that you’re doing a bad job.” You said, running your thumb along the back of his hand.

He could hear his heart beating as he looked at you. Your hand touching his had goosebumps running up his arm. And when you looked at him with that smile, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Hey, do you maybe wanna— I uhhh… nevermind, I’m probably reading this wrong.” He said, quickly standing up from the table and starting to walk away.

You giggled to yourself at his shyness. You stood up and grabbed his hand to stop him. He spun around to face you, with hope in his eyes. Because you had stopped him from leaving, which had to be a good sign, right?

You tugged him closer to you. He could feel his eyes go wide. He was trying to read every little part of your expression. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His stomach did a flip. He noticed how the warmth lingered on his cheek.

“Do you want to go get dinner sometime?” You asked, finishing his question for him. His shocked expression turned into a smile. “I would umm— definitely, I would really like that.” He said, fumbling through his words.

Something about you made Carmy forget how to speak. “You’re cute when you’re blushing.” You said, cocking your head to the side and admiring him.

One of his hands flew up to cover his cheeks. Carmy hadn’t realized he was so easy to read. “No no, I’m not blushing. It’s just uhhh— from the cold, y’know,” he said, failing to convince you.

You giggled to yourself. The sound was angelic to Carmy and made his stomach do somersaults. “We’re inside though.” You said, smirking at him as he was caught in his excuse.

“Oh, yeah, would you look at that,” he said, pretending to be shocked. You jokingly rolled your eyes at him. He stepped forward, cupping your cheek and kissed you softly. You rested your hands on his sides as his lips softly moved against yours.

You both pulled away with giant smiles on your faces. “I really like you.” He admitted, interlacing his fingers with yours. You felt your smile grow even wider. “Likewise,” you said, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I want to introduce you to someone.” He said, leading you back to the office to introduce you to Sugar.

It seemed like a weird choice, but for Carmy, it was him bridging his two lives together. He didn’t want to keep them separate anymore. He wanted you to be in his life, his real life, not the life he pretended to have.

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BabyTrapper!Toji x Reader

(TW)ੈ✩‧₊˚ oral(fem receiving) pet names (baby/ma/mamas), penetrative sex, messing with readers medication, back shots, squirting, breeding,

(WC)ੈ✩‧₊˚ 3.5k

(A/N)ੈ✩‧₊˚: Hello everyone! this is my first post/ smut fic. im not very good but I'm up for criticism pleeease let me know how i did! Also, feel free to ask me questions, or if you have a certain character you would like me to write something about, feel free to ask! I hope you guys enjoy it!

. . . ╰──╮18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR ENTER!╭──╯ . . .

He felt awful. Honestly, he did. Every first of the month, Toji had that sinking feeling in his gut when he swapped out your birth control with placebos. A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he swapped the fake ones into the pharmacy bag, burying the real ones in the bottom of the trash, which were never to be found. You didn't suspect a thing, just gushing at your sweet boyfriend being so lovely and picking up your birth control pills for you for the past three months. The thought of you round and pregnant, greeting him sweetly every time he came home, or creating the cutest baby from the lewdest act made him stiff in his sweats. Toji leaned against the counter, closing his eyes briefly, only if you knew how hooked Toji was on you. The night Toji decided he would breed you and make you his forever was always in the back of his head, fresh in his mind.

Toji grunted slightly as he kissed your ankle, his cloudly blue eyes peering down at you. Your hair is damp with sweat, causing it to stick to your forehead. Going down to your face, your eyes halfway shut, a fucked out look on your face. Running his hands down your flushed, warmed skin, squeezing your bare breast, chuckling lowly as he pinched your nipples harshly, “ Ngh- Toji, stop teasing!~” You exclaimed, frustratingly rocking your hips slightly and feeling his girthy cock drag deep inside you against your walls. He’s been edging you for hours now. He was building you up till your thighs were shaking and your head was dizzy, only to harshly strip your euphoria away, making you cry out desperately. Clicking his tongue, he ran his hands down your stomach and up your legs that were hooked over his shoulders. “Mmm… 'm sorry baby, just can't help it... You so pretty under me I can't help but savor the view I'm getting~.” Rocking his hips, a tortures slow pace inside you, eyes going down to your core seeing the white creamy ring around his cock where your pussy greedily sucked him in. hooking one arm to hold up your soft legs around him, then the other lowering itself down to rub small circles into your delicate bundle of nerves 

“If you want something, you know you gotta ask properly…” Toji teased, watching you pant and buck your hips into his hand, struggling to even get a word out besides pitiful whines.

“A desperate lil slut~ Ya’already cock drunk ya can't even fucking speak?” Pressing his thumb down harshly on your clit, a sick smirk plastered on his face. “Say it, beg me to let you cum like the fucking slut you are…” You fisted the sheets, knuckles turning white, droplets of sweat forming against your skin as the heat bubbled under your skin. “Puh-leaseeee Toji fuck me -please-need’ta cum…wanna cum on your cock!-fuck…please daddy it hurts!” You exclaimed, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes in desperation. Chest heaving as you panted, a pleading look on your face. Toji’s cock twitched inside you, making the muscular man groan. Instantly hooking his hands under your knees, pushing them against your face. Breasts squished together, pushed up as he bent you in half, looming over you. “Mmm...Don't worry, baby-daddies got ya, gonna treat this pussy real nice…” 

Biting your lip as you felt his cock pull out of you, your juices soaking his cock, making wet noises as he pulled out to where his thick mushroom tip was kissing your entrance. Batting your lashes up at him in a final begging look. Toji couldn't help but scoff. If only you knew how down bad he was for you. His heavy hips thrust down harshly, his heavy cock stretching you out thoroughly. 

“Y-yes! Please!-give it to me, Daddy!” You moaned out lewdly, your head thrown back at the pure force that made your toes curl. That was all he needed, fleshing as he pushed your knees up further, properly bending you in half as he fucked into your sweet pussy at a relentless, rough pace. The hours of tortuous edging make your walls tighten around his cock, your orgasm building up in record time. Relieved that it could finally have its release. Toji remembered the dazed fucked out look on your face as you squirted against his cock. Soaking his abdomen and between your thighs. He remembered fucking you through your orgasm as your tongue rolled out your mouth, begging him to kiss you. The sweet memory of his tongue swirling with yours while his balls tighten and him slamming his cock into your cervix as he emptied his heavy load inside you. When he finally pulled out watching, your whole body trembled, watching cum leak out of you, staining the sheets. That was the day Toji decided he needed you forever. The day he decided he was gonna breed your pussy properly and get you pregnant no matter what. 

He pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the front door open, followed by your cheery voice, “Toji! I'm home. Is curry okay for dinner? I've been craving it!” Kicking the door closed, you held a few grocery bags. Your tall boyfriend appeared coming out of the kitchen making you smile at him. “Hey, baby..” Toji greeted you softly, leaning down to capture your lips into his. It wasn't a soft, sweet kiss to welcome you home. It was dominating and sensual. Biting your lip, making you gasp for his tongue to fight its way into your mouth. Of course, you accepted the kiss happily. He maneuvered the grocery bags out of your hands, making you drop them on the floor haphazardly.

Wrapping your arms around his muscular frame, pulling back for air, panting slightly. “Well, I'm glad you seem excited to see me~” You teased softly, making him smirk against your lips. He moved his face into your neck as he relaxed into the scent of your perfume. You used it all the time. Toji got it for you on your birthday, and you loved it so much that he got you a new bottle before you even had a chance to run out of the previous one. “Just missed ya is all… caught me in a sweet mood,” Giggling at him, running your hands down his back. “Did you have a good day? Oh! Did you pick up my birth control? I took the last one this morning.”

Toji huffed into your skin. You were so sweet. Sometimes, he thought about coming clean about switching your birth control out. Technically, he did; it's just that you didn't need to know about the switch. You never needed to know. You were going to love being a mother. You would look beautiful, cradling his baby in your arms. You were too dense to convince and listen to him when he told you. So, he had to use his underhanded methods.

Nodding softly as he hooked his arms around you giving your ass a soft squeeze, “It's better now that you’re finally home, and yea, I got your stupid meds that are blocking me from giving what my girl deserves…” You pouted, hearing that, looking up at him. “Toji, we talked abo-” Suddenly lifting you, he hooked you over his shoulder with ease. “Yea, yea, you don't think your ready to be a mom and all that bull shit…” He said in a sarcastic tone. You could practically feel him rolling his eyes. Carrying you into the bedroom, “Talking all that crazy shit, like you wouldn't be the best mama in the whole fucking world…You're just gonna have to make it up to me for even thinking bad about yourself.”

Hearing the low, sensual tone in his voice already had your thighs clenching together that didn't go unnoticed by him. “But the grocer-!” Flopping you on the bed, cutting you off again as you bounced against the soft mattress. Leaning over, you capturing your lips against his again as he reached down to unbutton your shorts, sliding them down your legs eagerly. A shiver went down your spine as feeling his stiff cock that was straining agast his sweatpants press up against your clothed core. His hands rubbing your hips and playing with the hem of your panties as he kissed and sucked down your neck. Wherever his lips touched, you could feel the heat of your skin rise. Grinding his hips against yours, his cock pressed between your folds, bumping your clit softly. 

“Ngh- can't believe you would ever say that…mph..like you wouldn’t be the sweetest mommy carrying a mini-me on your hip~” Sucking dark hickies into your skin, you could feel your arousal flow to your core, dampening your panties against your lips. His hands worked under your shirt as he hummped against you. Your juices formed a wet spot on his gray sweats, pulling your shirt and bra off over your head in one quick motion. Biting your lip, feeling the air hit your nipples, causing them to perk up, Toji licked his lips. He wanted to devour you whole; the urge to be lodged deep inside you, always to have his hands on your body, was too great. Leaning down, capturing one of the perky buds into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth, making you whine out in surprise. “Mph-Toji, don’t be m-mean,” You moaned out softly, feeling his tongue swirl around your nip as his hands reached over, giving the other a pinch, making you yelp. The pouty look on your face quickly replaced with one of vigor as he continued to grind against you. 

His cock grinding against your clit perfectly, making your insides ache. Pulling off your breast with a pop, the sheen of his spit making your breast glisten. “shhhh…” He hushed you, moving away slightly to remove his clothes. You couldn't help but bite your lip, admiring his broad shoulders and muscular form. Everything about Toji just made you crave him more. His firm, muscular frame to his cocky grin down to the vast girthy cock between his legs. “Dumb little girls like you don't know what good for them….need men like me to show you what you need, for their own good..”

He leaned down where he was face to face with your core cock pressed against the soft sheets with your legs spread wide and your legs around him. Smirking as he hooked his fingers against the front of your panties, tugging it up harsky. The wet fabric wedged against your folds, making you gasp and squirm the damp fabric against your clit. “Don't worry, baby daddies gonna give you what you need… gonna fuck a baby into you, give ya lil brat to take care of- ok baby?” You nodded softly, his words only making you crave more “Y-yes Toji-pleaseee fuck- need your cum…” 

Toji smirked and rubbed down your thighs. His dumb lil girl. Agreeing to such a thing, thinking it was all talk. Deep inside, Toji knew. Tonight, he would breed you properly, but you wouldn't leave this room until he ensured it took.

Moving your panties to the side, he leaned down, his warm breath against your pussy. “Such a sweet pussy…look at how wet she is for me mama..” Toji rasped as he took two fingers to spread your folds, watching your hole clench around nothing, yearning to be filled and pumped full. “Your pussy wants my cock, hm baby?..” His words cast a spell over you, making your head foggy and eager to please him. “Mm..yea, Daddy, it needs you…want you till fill me up.” The urge to give in to your wishes bubbled up in his chest, but he wanted to savor every moment, so he needed self-restraint. Blowing against your clit softly, “Well, that's just too bad..your going to have to be a good girl and be patient..” He rumbled, rolling his tongue out. He licked a long stripe against your core, making your hips jump. A relieved whine came from your throat, encouraging him to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking softly. While collecting your juices against his fingers, circling your entrance before inserting two fingers deeply inside you. Your walls clenched around him as he curled his long, thick fingers find that sweet spot inside you. Hitting it repeatedly as he dragged your clit across his wide tongue before sucking on it eagerly again.

He thrust his fingers in a scissoring motion into you deeply, making sure to hit your g-spot every time, dragging his fingers against it. Toji rutted his aching cock into the mattress listening to the sweet sound you made. Your legs were already trembling fromToji’s rough pace. “C’mon, mama cum on my face…and ill give you my cock…c’mon be a good girl for me~” He rasped as you bucked your hips into his face fucking yourself against his fingers. “Fuck!- I wanna be g-good! ….so close, please!..” You keened softly. The wet squelching sounds of his moist tongue against your pussy was lewd and dirty sounding. Toji flicked his tongue against your sensitive bud, adding a third finger, making sure to stretch you properly for his cock. 

Melting into his touch, your back arched as you humped his face with need “T-toji!-”   Was all you could manage to cry out before your orgasm was washing over you in waves. “Shiiit..good fucking girl….fucking sweetest pussy..” Your juices coated his mouth and chin as he drank your nectar greedily, his fingers pumping inside you through your orgasm, slowly pulling his finger out as you came down from your high. You panted softly, fluttering your eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of your orgasm. Feeling the mattress dip slightly made you peek your eyes open only to see Toji pumping his cock slowly, his cock so heavy it couldn't even stand up when stiff. All in its ten ich glory, his thumb ran across the large veins decorating his cock, causing pre to drip onto your inner thigh. Mouth-watering in desire, making you lick your lips, loving the feeling of his girth plunging down your throat. Toji seemed to notice your desire and laughed lowly. “Next time, mama, just let me take of you right now…now get on yer knees for me~” He husked, holding your hips and helping you turn over on your knees, pointing to him. Head resting softly against your silky pillow, knees dipping into the mattress, plump ass in the air. Toji bit back a moan at the sight of your ass, your sweet pussy peeking between your eyes, taunting him, begging him to slip inside and fill it up.

Smirking as he slapped your pussy softly before running his hands, gripping handfuls of your ass. “Finally going to give you what you deserve baby-fuck- just gotta lay here and take my cock like you always do..” Stroking his cock before he aligned it with your soft puckering hole. Pushing the tip inside, then pulling it out, then again teasing you, groaning in frustration, arching your face to the side to glare at him. Impatiently you moved your hips back, backing up against his cock and pushing it deeper inside you. Gripping your pillow, you've taken his cock so many times, and even with the prep, his cock stretched your hole to its limits. The familiar burn makes you quiver. “You to b-big! W-wont fit!~” Rolling his eyes, Toji grabbed your hips, helping you back up against hit “C’mon mama..doing so good for me-shit….you got it baby…done it before,” Toji husked, his cock throbbing impatiently. He looked down, grinning as he was only halfway in. Usually, he would take his time with you, but Toji was rarely a patient man. Gripping your hips before pulling you back against his base. 

Sinking into your warmness, your pussy welcoming him, tightening around him. The sudden force made you lurch forward slightly, though his bag hands against you kept you in place. “Mmph! Fuck!~ ….so deep daddy can feel you in my belly,,,” Leaning over you and kissing down your spine, his hands glided across your body, squeezing your soft breast. Toji couldn't wait when they were full and leaking out with milk. 

“That's right, mama, gotta fuck a baby right into you, making that belly so big and round..” He grunted as he slowly lost all self-control, rocking his hips into you before guiding you back to meet his thrust as he quickened his pace. Toji could swear this was heaven. Sinking into your soft cunt, he could die happy one hand held your hips, and he leaned over you more, raking his finger through your soft lock before he forced your face down against the mattress, starting to fuck into you at an animalistic face. 

“Ahh! S-so good! Daddy, please! Want your cum so bad! Ngh-” You mewled out desperately. He stared down at you and saw how quickly you were becoming a mess. Breathing became short and ragged; he could see the pillow stained with tears as you cried with pleasure. How your pussy clenched around him anytime he tugged your hair against your scalp as you could barely produce a thought as you babbled and moaned brainlessly.

“Such a dumb little girl-shit… going dumb on my cock already mama?” You barely registered what he was saying, only able to weakly nod as his rough thrusts rocked your whole body, the veins on his cock dragging against your silky walls. That answer didn't seem to satisfy Toji, grunting as he roughly yanked your hair back, making you gasp, looking up quickly as your head ached. Though the pain only sent shivers down your spine, the dull pain was delicious. 

“I expect a fucking answer when I’m talkin’ ta ya!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you panted his cock fucking into your cervix, making you dizzy. “Y-yes Daddy!....... Ngh~ s-so deep-Ngh c-cant think!~....” Your words slurred together, making the older male smirk low, with a deep rumble leaving his chest. Toji laughed at your undone state. His heavy balls slapped against your clit as he thrust into you. You could feel your abdomen tighten, closing your eyes tightly. The sound of hard, rhythmic skin slapping against each other almost drowned out your moan, which was Music to Toji’s ears. 

Toji grunted. He could feel your pussy spasm around him “Close ma? Gonna cum for me?Ngh-” He grunted as you held onto your pillow as if it was a lifeline smacking your ass harshly, watching it jiggle “F-fuuck!~ yes Daddy G-going to cum!...” Toji shook his and smirked and manhandled you, forcing you flat down against your tummy. “J-just hold it, baby, hold that shit in till I say so..” Toji braced his arm against each side of you as you shook your head, his stomach pressing against your back, sinking him in deeper into your sweet cunt.

“I c-cant!~ please! Need to cum puh-leaseeee!~” You exclaimed desperately, leaning down, his lips brushing against your ear softly before nibbling against it. “Ya fucking better if you know what's good for ya-” He whispered softly into your ear, rutting into you brutally, feeling his cock twitch and swell, eager to let his load dump inside you. Finally, give you a baby. Make you his forever. The thought had him desperate for release, hips slapping against you, making the mattress creek and bedpost hit the wall in loud, repeated bumps.

“Cum with me Mama-shit... Cum on my cuck so I can fill this sweet cunt up…” He growled out as his thrust started to become sloppy. All you could manage to do was babble gratefully. Toji could make out small whimpers of thank yous and pleas of desperation. With one last roll of his hips, you were seeing stars. Your orgasm flowed through your core with such power you were squirting, your juices making a wet puddle under the two of you. “Fuuuuck, that's it, baby…Your cunny is all ready to take my cum~ ready to make you a fucking mama” Thrusting harshly, your body bounced off the mattress slightly and back into him. Grunting as he held your body down possessively, “FUCK-take it!” Feeling his warm load spurt into your womb it made you feel full and achy at the sheer amount. Your vision was fading into black as he fucked his cum deep into you. After a few moments, Toji laid on top of you, his cock drained as your pussy took his cum greedily. 

Slowly pulling out, he had a shit-eating grin as he massaged down your back and kissed your shoulders. “Gonna be such a sweet mommy to our lil brat,” Toji grumbled into your ear, the last thing you heard before your vision faded to black. He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead before spreading your legs, admiring his work. Watching as thick globs of cum leaked out your spent pussy. Shaking his head, he licked his lips.

“Guess we'll have to go another round to make sure it sticks, huh, mama?~”

[seancekitsch]

Falling Hard, Failing Fast: A Hughie Campbell x Reader fic!

You get dosed with... a mystery drug made by Vought. Hughie is a good friend and stays with you while you monitor the side effects.

Warnings: sloppy sex pollen trope usage, dubcon turned just normal con, drugging, friends to lovers under upsetting circumstances, foreplay, sappy missionary, not my best work tbh

“What did they get her with?” Butcher asks, his voice near a yell through the receiver. 

Hughie traps his phone between his ear and his shoulder and waves his fingers in front of your face, struggling to get you to focus your eyes. Everything blurs around the edges, the same way blood rushes against your ear drums. All you can focus on though is heat, heat in your knees buckling, heat in Hughie’s other arm around your torso to keep you upright, heat in your head that plunges down your front and settles under your pants. 

All you can offer is a weak shake of your head to no one in particular. You don’t know. All you know is heat, and that you’re fading fast. 

“I think it’s bad, it was all over her,” Hughie says. He had watched a guard pull something that looked like pepper spray into your face, and he ran into the mist of it to pull you away and back up the stairs, begging you to stay upright the whole time. 

“I can’t—“ you mumble, your head falling back against Hughie’s shoulder. Relief, like a cool drink of water, trickles into you at the contact. You need more, you need—

You sober up, almost, as fear cools the fire under your skin momentarily. Your head snaps up, and Hughie immediately goes on the alert.

“Get away from me!” your voice shakes, but it's the most clear you’ve sounded since Hughie grabbed you. 

“What? No—,” he stops himself, confused, “No, we have to get you somewhere safe.”

He hangs up the phone in a panic as you try to pull away from him, throwing yourself towards the cold brick wall. He recaptures you, steadying you as you keep trying to lurch away. His bare hand against your arm feels like a white hot poker, feels like he's burning you, but you want it. You want to feel what those burning hands feel like moving across your skin, want to feel the pain they'll leave in their wake; part of you imagines they'd leave a trail of destruction like a forest fire, marks of Hughie all over your skin.

Another wave of heat hits you, this time forcing an embarrassing moan from your lips as you double over, stumbling down the hallway with Hughie still painfully attached to you. There's a basement apartment being used as a safe house up ahead, and if you can just get to a bed, or a couch, or even the floor to sweat this out you’ll be fine and maybe survive with your dignity.

You hear Hughie curse as you try to pick up speed, your sweaty hands clawing at his grasp on you. You don’t care if you seem insane in this moment, you just need to barricade yourself in…. alone. 

Hughie helps you in, punching in the door code on the lockbox and fumbling with the key once it’s free, while you lean into the door frame, sweat starting to gather at your hairline. Once the door is open, you practically throw yourself in. The safe house is scarce; a simple kitchen with a can of corn on the counter, a navy futon, a radio, a folding chair, a bathroom. Dread pools in your stomach, settling right above the heat churning, as you realize: Hughie is not going to leave you alone in a place like this. 

You shrug him off, dropping yourself to lay flat on the floor, your face to the ceiling. You screw your eyes shut, the muscles of your face hurting from how hard you’re trying to hide yourself from this. You must look like a fucking mess to Hughie, you realize, with sweat starting to coat your skin and your chest heaving as you struggle not to writhe on the floor in pain. 

He rushes to the sink in the sad excuse for a kitchen, running the tap with water. Hughie mumbles to himself while he searches the cupboards for a cup or a mug. 

You stare up at the off white ceiling- one of those sloppy paint jobs a slumlord does to turn a profit. It probably covers mold.

You pray silently that Hughie brings you water and leaves you the fuck alone before you embarass yourself any more than you already have. At some point the heat has to subside, right? At some point the painful desire in your gut has to fade away, right?

You close your eyes again, trying to block out the sensations you feel to no avail, the hopeless idea that if you hide from the situation it will go away. 

But then Hughie’s sneakers are shuffling across the cheap thin carpet towards you, and he sits down on the floor next to you instead of taking a seat on the futon. You put your hands on your face to try and further hide from him, and realize how big a mistake you just made. 

A low moan escapes your throat, relief from the heat not found, instead the same burning Hughie’s hands had on you in the hallway. Pleasure, embarrassing and wanton, shoots through you seemingly from the palms of your hands.

“What can I do for you?” he asks, and you can hear the dull thud of the mug he chose being placed on the ground. 

“Leave,” you pant out, your voice wavering and airy.

“Not gonna happen,” he immediately responds, a breath of a chuckle exhaled through his nose. It's silent for a minute, maybe more, time feels weird and far away right now. The world has stopped and you feel like you're melting.

And then that stabbing, burning, sublime pleasure erupts on your skin again. 

A strangled cry whines itself out between your closed lips as Hughie takes your hands in his own; a movement too tender and intimate for what you are.

“You’re so… hot,” Hughie whispers, concern laced in the edges of his voice. His touch sends shockwaves through you. You whimper pitifully as you finally open your eyes, just a crack. Worry is painted all over Hughie’s handsome face, his brows furrowed and eyes wide, his lips falling open. In this moment he looks like he would do anything for you, and you can't ask him to do this. You squeeze your eyes shut again, so tight you fear you may start tearing up. Hughie squeezes your hand in his, and you whimper again, your chest heaving and your body betraying you.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, no. Hurt isn’t exactly the word you’d use. Your limbs feel heavy, your head feels heavy, and Hughie’s touch feels like heaven, featherlight and fresh. 

You want him to keep squeezing your hand, you want him to squeeze other things, to grab you, those long fingers curling around your flesh. Another moan escapes your lips at the thought and Hughie freezes up. His hand drops yours, unfortunately. The heat rages again.

“Oh,” Hughie says, voice small. He searches your face, and as hard as you try to shy away from him, he still finds you.

“Is it touch?” he asks, “Something to do with me touching you?”

You nod, embarrassment flushing your features. 

“More? Less?” He presses, and it's so fucking sweet how much he wants to help you. It hurts how nice he’s being about this. You ache between your legs, and wish he would stop being so nice about this.

“More,” you plead, arching your back in discomfort. Hughie’s hands are back on you in an instant, pulling you up to sit so he can massage your shoulders. Your forehead falls onto his shoulder, and you move closer to him, your hands moving across his ribs. He leans into the embrace, his large hands guiding you to lean yourself onto him as he rubs circles into your skin, ripples of pleasure radiating out from each spot he touches. He switches from massaging you to just rubbing your back, his hands moving over your tee shirt and roaming the expanse of space.

His fingers trace your spine, stoking the fire and bringing you relief, if only slightly. You move similarly, hands feeling completely right as you try to follow the same patterns he traces along your back onto his.

“I need…” you beg him again, desperate and shameless. You’re gasping for breath as you continue to move against him, your hands moving up under his shirt, his back feeling almost cold under the heat of your hands. You dont miss the way Hughie shivers at your touch. He keeps rubbing your back, adding more pressure to his touch. You squirm against him and moan, and then Hughie stops.

He pulls you back by the shoulders. 

“Holy shit. Are you?” he asks, bewildered, but then something else crosses his features. Something you can't exactly read. 

“I think so,” you mumble, again trying to look away, trying to hide from him, “That’s why I wanted you to get away from me.”

Hughie seems to ponder this for a moment, his eyes searching your face, and then they dip lower. 

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you never thought of Hughie that way. 

“I can help? If- only if you want…” he trails off, unsure. You can’t agree to that, no matter how much you want to. It would feel amazing, his hands on you, roaming and groping and taking, his mouth on you. You shiver, not a chill.

“Help?” you echo, and that look you can't read crosses his features again.

“Like I could,” he pauses, finds the word, “Try to give you a hand?”

If you werent already burning up and soaking wet, you would be. How does Hughie sound so effortlessly arousing in a situation like this? Maybe its just the literal drug you were dosed with, though. Either way, it doesnt matter. You cling to him, nails starting to dig into his skin. 

“I- I couldn't ask you to-”

“But you’re not,” he interrupts, “I’m offering.”

He is offering. Offering to get you off as if thats a normal thing to offer one of your friends on a Wednesday afternoon. Like he’s offering to help you move or put together a book shelf. 

You pull yourself in closer to him again, resting your forehead back on his shoulder. It’s less embarrassing this way.

“Let’s try it,” you mumble into his chest. This way, you dont have to face him, you can hide from it and maybe keep a shred of your dignity.

He moves his hands lower, sliding them down to your hips. Hughie guides you back down, laying you out on the ground. He takes away your ability to hide from him. Now hovering over you, he smiles slightly as he takes you in. He steadily raises a hand, moves it down between the two of you, stopping over the button of your jeans.

“Can I?”

You only nod, no turning back now.

He undoes your jeans slowly, as if he’s the one with something to be nervous or shy about. His fingers are warm against the cool metal of you zipper, the sound as he drags it down mixing with the sound of you gasping for breath, a cacophony of desperation and nervous lust. 

Hughie leans back on the heels of his converse, his fingers hooking themselves under the hem of your jeans and pulling them down gently, care in every step. You whimper as you lift yourself up slightly, letting him pull the jeans over your thighs. He stops at your knees, your legs trapped in place by denim. 

“Okay?” he asks, and “okay,” you also confirm. So Hughie takes it a step further, his hand coming to the waistband of your underwear, a black mesh thong that really looks like you were asking to be dosed with sex mist, but ultimately the case of the fact that you had yet to do laundry this week and all of your comfortable briefs were sitting in the laundry bag ready to be carried down the steps of your walk-up.

His fingers dip below the fabric,and when his middle finger brushes the top of your slit your body contorts beyond your control, a strangled cry leaving your lips. 

“Shh, I’ll take care of you,” he reassures you, leaning down further as his hand travels further, his middle finger leading the charge and stroking you. Each movement is like a breath of fresh air, Hughie’s hand a lifeline to calm the fires within you. His lips part as he reaches your clit, fingertip to pearl. 

Hughie’s eyes bore into yours, lust of his own growing in them. You don't feel as embarrassed anymore, instead, something dreadful that mixes with your hunger. It's going to be hard to stop after this, it's going to be hard to be in the same room after this, knowing that look in his eyes. 

“Touch me, please,” you whisper, the words leaving your lips and sealing some kind of unspoken pact.

He nods his head, obeying you as his hand dips lower. Hughie teases, but not really. Every slow movement is deliberate, testing the waters, gaging comfort and mapping it out for himself as well. It’s careful, calculated, and generous. Just like the kind of friend Hughie always is. 

But all thoughts go quiet as his middle finger slides into you with no resistance, and finally it feels as if there is an end in sight to your predicament. His finger feels… divine. Feels like it belongs there, feels like your salvation, and he your savior.

He slides his finger in you to the knuckle, curls it gently, and then slides it almost completely out again.

“You're so… wet,” he comments, and then a blush radiates up from his neck to his cheeks, as if embarrassed that thought did not stay in his head. You lean into his touch, nails raking into the cheap carpet to cement yourself in place. Your eyes don't miss how his free hand moves to his thigh, his own fingers gripping at the material of his jeans.

He starts again, pushing all the way into you, then almost completely out, then all the way in again. Then Hughie picks up his pace, steady and sure as he begins to thrust his middle finger in and out of you, starts to earnestly fuck you with it. The sounds that come out of your mouth are pathetic at best, whining moans and pants and unintelligible begging for more, all of which he obliges enthusiastically. 

You arch your back into his motion, chasing the rhythm of his fingers, the wet sounds between your legs now filling the air and adding to the sound of your already labored breathing. Hughie is short of breath as well, laser focused on you and all too reactive to your body. He meets every movement with one to match, like physics, actions and reactions. He watches your face for any changes, watches you hungrily, his lips parted and eyes dark. 

It doesn't take much, especially when Hughie adds another finger, and both start moving within you. He curls them along the most sensitive part of you, doesn't hold back as he pulls keening moans from your lips and whispers words of encouragement the whole time. 

You come quieter than either of you expect, with a few shuddering breaths and tears that Hughie wipes away, with your teeth buried in your bottom lip and his hand stilled against you. He lets you ride it out as gracefully as you can, not daring to move his fingers from inside you while his other hand continues to smooth down your hair and wipe away tears. 

It’s only when you still, relief and calm finally replacing the heat, that Hughie slowly pulls his fingers from you. Your breath hitches, your body still sensitive to his touch, to his long fingers. He pulls his hand out of your underwear, and leans back onto his heels again, the comforting warmth that came from him leaving you. Finally, you feel cool, normal. A fever breaking. 

“Was that? Was it good?” Hughie asks, sounding nervous. Was it good? It was exactly how you thought Hughie would pleasure a woman. Lovely, thoughtful, with your care in mind. You want it again, just not under these circumstances. You would like to imagine a date, maybe dinner or drinks, maybe a movie, and then a lovely trip back to either of your apartments and a taxi ride because you're too eager to deal with the subway. 

But yes, it was good. 

And as soon as the relief flows through you, it seeps away, a bucket with a hole in the bottom. The heat returns. You shake your head desperately; No, it did not help, not enough. Tears well in your eyes. 

“I still feel-” you cut yourself off. 

“It was good!” you explain hastily, desperately, panicked, “It was good. But I’m still…”

You don’t exactly have the words for it.

“You need more,” he finishes, not asking, but telling you. You press your lips into a thin line, shame at the thought of what Hughie just did not being enough for you. You look away from him, not wanting to say the words. Once again, you think about asking him to leave, asking him to go and let this pass and then maybe one day it could be a funny story. 

But then you see movement from the corner of  your eye. 

It looks like Hughie was just rubbing his nose, but then his tongue darts out from between his lips and to the side of his middle finger. From that hand, the one that was just between your legs. He puts his hand down quickly, too quickly for it to be a natural movement.

The fire within you floods down the front of you, back with the debilitating vengeance from before. If you were standing, it would have knocked you to the floor. 

“Hughie, did you?” you ask, unsure if you should truly accuse him, your voice shaking the entire time.

“Can I say I was just curious?” he asks, a sheepish smile on his face.

You narrow your eyes at him again, trying to hide any of the discomfort that might be returning to your features. You don't believe that. And luckily, Hughie caves quickly under this kind of scrutiny. 

“Okay, I was curious! I was,” Hughie admits, the blush across his cheeks darkening. You don't even want to ask what conclusions he came to, this horny-embarrassed-nervous-hungry combination doing a number on your thought process. 

You only nod at him, slightly skeptical.

“And you… you need more? So I could-,” he pauses, recollects himself so he doesnt ramble.

“I could do more? I could help more?”

You're taken aback by this, pushing your elbows under you to lean up towards him, ignoring the fact that you're still exposed to him. More? How could you ask him for more? Even though this time and the first time he offered, how could you accept?

“I couldn't… I can't ask you to do that, Hughie,” you cringe as the words come out of your mouth, your head betraying what your body wants, but it's the right thing to do, right?

“Well, you wouldn't have to do much asking,” Hughie sighs, his eyes darting from his own lap to the lightswitch on the wall, away from you. 

Your eyes follow where his fell and… oh. 

From what you can tell, he’s rock hard, the zipper of his jeans bulging as it holds him in place. Hughie liked that just as much as you did. If things were not already complicated, they are now. 

Again, he’s offering. 

“It's a big step,” you say, trying to give him an out. You can't ask him to do this, it's not fair. You're not in your right mind, despite how willing he is. 

“Ah, yeah, you're right,” he admits, then, “this isn't how I wanted it to go-”

“Wanted it to go?” you interrupt him. 

“Like if we ever, you know,” he’s getting truly flustered now, his hands gesticulating to try and explain what his mouth can't. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, and then his shoulders sag.

“Let me help you.”

The air, everything in the room shifts between the two of you, something new and heavy. He doesn’t tear his gaze from you, and you don’t dare break eye contact. Instead, you nod slowly; giving him full permission, giving yourself full permission. 

Within a second, he's positioning himself over you again, this time with his knee between your thighs. The heat radiating off of him somehow stokes and calms yours, his proximity its own salve after he’s already made you come once.

He leans down to kiss you, his lips fully covering yours. His lips are wet, his stubble coarse against your skin. He’s sure to rub off the makeup around your mouth and leave you with beard burn on your chin and cheeks, but that's the least of your worries. He kisses hungrily, passionately, fierce unlike the normally level headed and more meek member of the team he usually is. His lips seem to pull moans from yours, your tongues and teeth clattering and tangling together.

His hands move across your skin, his thumbs rubbing circles down your sides, reaching further and further down. He stops and pauses almost awkwardly, the first time in this entire encounter that Hughie has shown any of his awkward tendencies. He pushes himself off his hands and knees just enough to get a good grip on your jeans and yank them down. Hughie only pauses when you kick off your shoes, both of you working together to free you of the confines of pants. 

You spread your legs for him gladly when he crawls his way back on top of you, settling himself firmly between your legs. His hips rut and bump against the wet patch of your thong, and briefly it fills you with an odd sense of pride that it may leave a stain on his jeans, that he may carry a physical trophy of this moment.

Hughie’s lips are back on yours quickly, his hands careful and gently as they guide themselves around your body. His fingers dip into your collarbones, palms full of the swell of your chest, ghost over your ribs in a tickle. 

Your hips buck, needy and desperate against him, and he pins you down with his own. Fucking hot, in a way you didnt expect from Hughie Campbell. 

“Please,” you whisper against his lips, and he nods, practically swallowing your words. 

“Wait I have a,” he cuts himself off, and pulls his wallet from his back pocket, producing a beaten up looking trojan condom ribbed for ‘her pleasure’. He holds it up to you between two fingers with a smile.

“Why do you carry that?” you ask, honestly taken aback at his forethought. 

“Well after Herogasm anything is possible, so I figure it's better safe than sorry,” Hughie jokes, and for a brief moment it makes you wonder what other odd shit he might store in his pockets or wallet.

You roll your hips again, and he gets the message. You need him now. 

Hughie tosses the condom down near your shoulder, and untangles himself from you. You take the opportunity to pull the rest of your clothes off, as he sheds his just as hastily. All of your clothes get thrown into a messy pile, to the side, neither of you care.

Hughie practically throws himself down on top of you the moment he's bare, rolling the condom down his shaft quickly before he's rubbing himself along your entrance. He wants this just as badly as you do, and you feel guilty for doubting him earlier.

“Ready?” he asks, already breathless. You grant him a nod, a nervous smile on your face, and that's all he needs. 

He pushes into you slowly, filling you. You're surprised at the way your breath gets caught in your throat, knocking the wind out of you. You did not get a good look at what Hughie is working with before, and you’re very much wishing you did. He bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against you.

He nods, as if asking if this is okay, and you push your head up and rub the tip of your nose against his. Hughie laughs, and the tension of the moment breaks. 

You lift your legs, coming up to wrap them around his hips as he settles himself.

“You're so tight,” he breathes, a lazy smile on his face as he rolls his hips, testing the waters the same way he did when his fingers were inside you. He’s checking on you, making sure your comfort is first. He pulls himself almost completely out, and then back in, and then repeats the whole process. The head of his cock drags within you, rubs against the same spots that had you seeing stars earlier. You're not uncomfortable, not too sensitive, and Hughie seems to sense that. 

Hughie wastes no time speeding up his pace, pressing himself deeper and deeper, never fully pulling out of you between thrusts. He fucks into you not like a friend doing another friend a favor, but like a lover, he fucks into you like he wants to wake up next to you. Hughie presses kisses to your face, hips lips all over you, his stubble scratching you just like you knew it would.

"You feel amazing," he whispers against your skin, "So fucking perfect."

Your moans are like a staccato, punctuated and cut short with each thrust, as Hughie fills you to the hilt you lose all ability to use your voice. He pushes your bodies flush together, connecting completely. Hughie moves against you like he can't get close enough, like he wants you both to fuse together. The friction between your bodies as he moves, the way each thrust drags along the most sensitive parts of you, its all so much. Whatever's going on with you or not, this may just be the best sex of your life. Hughie leaves no part of you untouched and no part of you unsatisfied. You can feel your edge approaching fast, too fast, and you wish you could make this moment last longer. 

Its no use, however, as Hughie pulls your leg from his hip to the side, granting himself access to your clit, where he rubs harsh circles against you. 

“Come on, give me one,” he pants against your jawline, and how could you deny him?

He presses his hand a little harder, speeds up the thrusting of his hips, that friction and closeness never being sacrificed for his speed, and something within you breaks. 

You cry out, a high pitched call of his name, before shaking sobs wrack your frame, your back arching your chest into his, Hughie never slowing down as he pushes you through this. 

This orgasm feels like a jump into the ocean, refreshing and cooling to the fire inside you. 

Hughie works you through your orgasm, your bodies rocking together as you come down from your high. He pulls himself out only when you come back to him, when your breathing starts to regulate, when your muscles start to relax. 

Hughie moves desperately himself, rutting against the apex of your thigh, spilling into his condom only moments after, your hands tangled in the short curls of his hair. 

He moves away from you, the loss of contact genuinely having you feel cold, only to pull off and tie off the condom. Hughie comes back to you quickly, his arms immediately coming around your as your limbs tangle once more.

“Don't worry,” Hughie comforts you, pulling your chest against his tightly. His sweat mixed with his cologne smells almost sweet, decadent. One of his hands comes up to smooth down your hair, sweaty and messed up from the friction of the carpet, his other hand grabs your hip. The heat subsiding temporarily again, this time, it feels less painful, less all consuming. Its getting weaker. 

“We’ll be at this as long as it takes, I’ll help.”

You believe him, and nod, your cheek against his shoulder. He presses a kiss to your hairline.

“Afterwards maybe a shower and I can buy you a coffee? I mean, I think this place has hot water,” he asks, nervousness in his voice. A shower would be nice, but you doubt this place has even one towel.

“A coffee?” you echo. 

“You know,” he explains himself, “so I can say I took you on a date, so that we can be… you know… normal about this.”

“You want to take me on a date?” you lift your head, and that unreadable expression is back in his gaze.

“That wasn't obvious by now?”

[mitsuyeaah]

STRAWBERRIES & CREAM

SANZU HARUCHIYO x f! reader

“if i’m dreaming don’t wake, don’t wake me up from you in that sundress, here in that sunset.”

cw: modern au, sundress season with sanzu, fluff, nsfw (mdni), smut, pwp, oral (f receiving), food play, unprotected sex, creampie, clit slapping (brief), multiple orgasms (f), pet names (baby), swearing, sanzu being down bad for reader for wearing a sundress.

word count: 5.9k

a/n: my entry for The #SummertimeMadnessCollab event by @saccharine-darlin !! thank you for this awesome event! happy happy birthday to my one and only, haru <3

The hot summer wind danced around your figure, the smooth fabric of your pink sundress flowing with the breeze. You were surrounded with hues of green and red, the blazing sun in all its glory amongst the vast azure sky—not a single spec of cloud in sight; the buzzing of insects and trees waving at one another filled your ears as you wandered down the never-ending strawberry fields. Rows and rows of green and red stretched across acres of land which brought joy to your heart, like a child discovering a sweet treat for the first time.

“Maybe I should’ve stayed at home.” Your boyfriend hissed, swiping a slender hand across his neck, attempting to wipe away the thin layer of sweat that has formed there. Rosy strands of his shoulder-length mullet uncomfortably stuck to the sides of his neck, his fringe slightly sticking together just above his aquamarine eyes and thick lashes, a slight scowl forming upon his pretty face. You whipped your head over to where he stood, turning your torso as you looked over your shoulder, “Oh, lighten up, would you?” You chuckled from underneath the brim of your straw hat.

Before Haruchiyo could say anything, another tropical breeze danced around the two of you, this time, lifting the hem of your dress a little too high for his liking. He leaned over and jutted an arm out, catching the fabric in his hand and smoothed it down your legs before any prying eyes could wander above your knees— parts of you that only he could see and touch.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you held the fabric against your thighs, he could only shake his head and give a small chuckle, turquoise eyes becoming a shade lighter underneath the sun as he looked up at you. His cheeks were almost the same colour as his hair, a droplet sweat rolling down the side of his face. Feeling sorry for your boyfriend, you grabbed the white strawberry-filled bucket that hung from his forearm and placed your straw hat on the crown of his head.

“We’ll fill this up a little more, then we can go.” You wiped the sweat that rolled down the side of his face with your thumb and ventured further down the field, following the narrow path underneath your shoes.

His heart skipped a beat at your little gesture, the familiar warmth spreading across his sweaty chest as he surveyed the back of your figure. God, you always managed to make him fluster at the smallest things, the two of you have been in a relationship for quite a while now and not once did you not make his heart flutter with something as innocent as that, not that he was complaining though.

You were cute.

He looked at the way your pink sundress swayed around your knees, the fabric peppered with little red strawberries to match today’s activity—strawberry picking. How did you manage to look so heavenly under this scorching heat? Meanwhile, Haruchiyo looked like he just ran a marathon from the way his white polo shirt clung to every part of his torso, pants becoming uncomfortably tight around his legs the more time he spent under the sun.

Haruchiyo hated sweating but for you, he’d endure it.

He knew how fond of strawberries you were and so was he but he’d rather be in the comfort of his own home, eating them without having to break a sweat and practically bathing under the tropical weather. Plus, he loved your strawberries and cream cheesecake—luckily enough, his birthday was tomorrow and you had suggested to bake his favourite cheesecake flavour. Although, he didn’t expect the part where the two of you had to pick fresh strawberries for his cake.

You opted for strawberry picking instead of store-bought ones since it brought joy to you; the feeling of wandering around the endless fields of green and the faint scent of strawberries filling your nose. Even though Haruchiyo urged you to just buy from the store, the experience was still different and plus, it was time to get some much needed vitamin D, per your words—to which he responded by saying you could get vitamin D from another source, earning a slight smack from you.

Nonetheless, it was perfect. The cold dessert was just what he needed after being out in this scorching heat. He couldn’t wait to dig into the sweet treat and feel the coolness of the cake against his tongue, the bursting flavours and strawberries and cream melting in his mouth.

Feeling much better, the two of you sat on a wooden bench under a parasol with the strawberry-filled bucket resting on the table. After picking strawberries, Haruchiyo suggested grabbing strawberry ice cream that the farm had; he’s a sucker for these since they used fresh strawberries from their farm.

You softly chuckled at the man sitting across you eagerly licking at the sweet treat, the slight scowl that he held underneath the blazing sun no longer evident on his face, instead it showed pure content. The breeze was also cooler under the shade, rosy strands no longer uncomfortably sticking to his neck and his shirt didn’t cling to every part of his torso anymore. You met his aquamarine gaze as he looked up at you from under the thick layers of lashes, “Why are you laughing?” Genuine confusion was now plastered on his face, brows knitting together underneath his blush-coloured bangs.

“You’re cute.” Embarrassment filled his whole body, hands ever so slightly tightening around the waffle cone. Haruchiyo was never the one to know how to act when receiving compliments. Yes, he complimented you a lot, endless praises spilled from his lips very easily but when he’s on the receiving end, he doesn't know what to do. In your opinion, that’s what made you fall for him harder—the way his cheeks turn crimson red and his shy turquoise eyes avoid your gaze.

Before he could even process your compliment, you made a small noise out of surprise as you felt the melted pink liquid make contact with your index finger. Haruchiyo watched as you placed the ice cream on your other hand, lips encasing around the digit that was stained with the melted substance. His keen eyes followed the way your tongue darted out to lick a long stripe from the cone and up to the ice cream itself, following the trail of the melted ice cream.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his cerulean eyes following your tongue’s every movement. An action so innocent yet it flipped a switch inside him, rather quickly, even. Hell, who was he even lying to, he has been on edge ever since he saw you in that goddamned dress. The way the thin fabric effortlessly cascaded down to your knees, and the low neckline of it, deliciously exposing your collarbones. Haruchiyo wasn’t worried about other people looking at you because he knew you were his and he was yours. Goddamnit he was the only one hitting that, and no one else.

God, the way the dress hugged your body in all the right ways made him lose his mind. He has never wanted to rip the clothing off of you as quickly as you put it on but alas, you guys had plans for the day. In all honesty, he was ready to go home and take you right then and there, maybe even keep the dress on while he pounds into you; the neckline yanked down to expose your breasts. But, his deepest desire can wait. He’ll have to behave, for now.

“What’s on your mind, Haru?” His heart skipped a beat at the nickname; you always called him ‘Haru’ but his mind suddenly went elsewhere. How cute would you look as you call him by his nickname while his cock is sheathed inside you, and to top it off, your strawberry dress hiked above your hips as he gives it all to you. It may be his birthday today but you deserve all the pleasure he’s about to give you once the two of you get home.

Haruchiyo shook his head and mumbled a ‘nothing’; before he knew it, the two of you were back home, a bag of strawberries in hand. He gently placed the bag atop the kitchen island before pulling you in for a deep kiss. His lips tasted like strawberries, just like you expected. A hand cupped your cheek which allowed him to deepen the kiss, his lips were full of want as it  moved desperately against your own. Haruchiyo didn’t shy away from shoving his tongue past your lips as you parted them to let out a muffled whimper.

You stood there, trapped between his body and the kitchen island, and all you could do was grip the collar of his shirt. “Mhm.. Haru, I still have to make the cheesecake.” You let out a sigh of content as Haruchiyo moved from your lips, trailing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, and down the side of your neck. A light sheen of sweat coated your skin but he didn’t care, he could handle a little sweat. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, earning a small moan from you. “Baby, you can do that later.. I want you all to myself.” Haruchiyo furrowed his brows as you breathlessly laughed at his reply.

“It’ll be quick. Plus, what’s a birthday without a cake?” “Hmm, the cake I need is right here, though.” He wrapped his arms around you to grope at your ass, causing you to yelp. Your eyes widened, meeting his aquamarine ones which were full of mischief. “Haruchiyo.” You lifted a brow at him, the smugness in his face slowly disappearing before defeatedly raising both arms in the air and walking towards the living room.

“I love you!” You called out to him from the kitchen. “Whatever.” Haruchiyo playfully grumbled from the living room. You shook your head and chuckled but before you could do anything else, he piped up again. “I love you.” A smile crept up to your lips, unable to bite it back. He was adorable to say the least, and you couldn’t have asked for more when he gave you his heart.

Throughout the entire time you prepared the cheesecake, Haruchiyo stood by the island counter. Pools of aquamarine never leaving your figure as you paced back and forth around the space. You’ve made this dessert countless times for him but he never fails to watch every single time, and despite watching it all, he has never jotted down a single process in mind. If he was being honest, he was running impatient. His cock grew harder with every passing minute, straining his pants; Haruchiyo couldn’t help his mind wandering to various things he’d do to you once you were done.

It also didn’t help how you decided to keep that goddamned sundress on while making the cheesecake. You were teasing him. He knew how much that dress drove him crazy, how it made him absolutely lose his mind. Haruchiyo watched the way you wiped your finger on the side of the bowl to gather the cream you’ve made and bring it up to your lips, sucking on your index finger. Fuck, the way your lips moulded around your digit, and the way you let go of it with a ‘pop’ pushed him to the edge.

Haruchiyo pushed himself off the kitchen island to make his way to you. You were finishing the last few touches for the dessert, decorating the top with freshly cut strawberries just like how you and Haru liked. Almost dropping a strawberry at the presence behind you, you let out a small yelp as he caged you in between the counter and his body. Haruchiyo placed his hands on your hips, pulling them back a bit just enough for you to feel his clothed hard on.

“‘M getting impatient, baby. Can’t let the birthday boy wait for too long, right?” He dipped his head to kiss the junction of your neck, earning a small sigh from you. Resting your head against his shoulder, his lips wandered further as you gave him more access—leaving trails of maroon and dark purple. “W-wait, Haru. Let me just put this in the fridge–ah!” A yelp slipped past your lips as he ground his clothed cock harder against your ass.

Everything became a blur after the dessert was stowed away in the fridge. Haruchiyo had you bent at the hips, your torso against the kitchen counter as he hiked your sundress up to reveal your ass. “Hmm.. so perfect for me.” He gave it a little slap before massaging the spot, earning a moan from you before nudging your legs wide open. As he kneeled, he yanked your soaked panties down so that your wet cunt was in perfect view right in front of his face. 

A loud whine slipped past your lips as Haruchiyo sucked on your wet entrance—the sounds that came from him were rather lewd given as to how hard he was sucking. The loud erotic sounds bounced off the kitchen walls, and went straight to your ears; it wasn’t like it was your first time being eaten out by Haru, it was just that the sounds never failed to make you flustered, especially with the way he hummed against your cunt like it was the most satisfying meal he’d had all day.

“H-Haru! Aah, slow down!” Your fingers gripped the edge of the counter, legs threatening to give up as Haruchiyo pushed his face further between your legs. “How can I hold myself back when you taste this good, baby?” He mumbled into your bare skin before shoving his tongue past your folds, earning a loud whimper from you. Your cheeks warmed at the way Haruchiyo’s tongue felt inside you, and the way his lips sucked at your entrance—it hit all the right places within you, and you swore you could almost see stars. “Haru! Fuck..!” Your knees buckled at the never ending stimulation at the apex of your legs.

Despite being not much of a talker, Haruchiyo was definitely skilled with his tongue in other ways—ways that would bring tears of pleasure to your eyes without a doubt. Your forehead met the cool marble top of the counter as his fingers rubbed fast, tight circles at your clit; your mouth parted but no sound came out. You could feel your head spinning from the amount of bliss you felt at this very moment; oxytocin coursed throughout your body as Haruchiyo didn’t falter with his movements.

Knees buckling, he tightened his grip around your legs to keep your lower half from meeting the tiled floor. Your stomach tingled, all the way to the tips of your digits as your sweet release was right around the corner—soft pants turned into hard, high-pitched breathing mixed with attempts of crying out Haruchiyo’s name as you neared your orgasm. “Haruuuu~ F-fuck, I’m cumming–ngh! Aah!” Your nails painfully dug into the hard material of the countertop as your orgasm hit you hard; the intense pleasure shot up your spine as your whole body trembled, the blissful sensation engulfing you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you finally let go, cumming around his tongue as the building knot in your stomach snapped. Haruchiyo hummed against your pussy, sending more vibrations up your spine. He rode out your orgasm with his fingers still mercilessly stimulating your clit, and his free hand snaking around your front to play with your hardened bud, pulling a loud yelp from you. He sloppily licked up all your cum, hums of satisfaction leaving his lips as he cleaned you up. Your back arched at the feeling of the heightened pleasure, whining as Haruchiyo pushed you to overstimulation. Reaching a shaky hand behind you, you tugged at his rosy strands, trying to push him off your cunt before cumming around his tongue again.

Haruchiyo laughed at your cute attempts to get him off but he obliged but not before placing a chaste kiss on your throbbing entrance and standing up. He pulled your trembling torso against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your waist before whispering close to your ear, “Hmm.. you know what’s making me act this way, huh?” Shivering at the way his breath fanned at your skin, you shook your head no. You didn’t trust your words at the moment since your mind was long gone and fogged with thick clouds of lust. Nothing else.

Your boyfriend let out a saccharine laugh, his hands snaking around you to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of the sundress. “This. Fucking. Dress.” Haruchiyo harshly yanked down the top part of your dress with every word that came out of his mouth to expose your torso. He pressed his nose against the side of your neck, inhaling you intoxicating sent, “Fuck. I have been losing my mind since this morning. Ever since I saw you in this goddamned dress, I just wanted to bury myself in you right away.. You’re such a tease, huh..?” Haruchiyo skillfully removed your bra and tossed it somewhere in the kitchen, making a soft thud as it hit the tiled floor.

He wasn’t lying. As innocent as you looked in that sundress, he couldn’t help but think of every nasty thought that came into mind—it wasn’t his fault that you looked absolutely stunning with that dress on. You knew Haruchiyo had a thing for clothes that matched his rosy strands, especially if it accentuated your body in all the right ways, bringing out the most beautiful parts of you—though, he thinks that every single part of you is beautiful. He has been trying to keep his cool for the entire time in the strawberry fields. It also didn’t help how the flimsy material of your dress danced around the wind, hiking up your legs to reveal your delicious thighs.

Fuck, if Haruchiyo had the opportunity to take you right then and there back when the two of you were in the fields, he would have. He wouldn’t hesitate, not one bit. You were just so goddamned beautiful that he had to show you how much he loved every single bit of you. Breathtaking, to say the least. Sometimes he’d mentally curse himself for thinking of such lewd thoughts when you’re just standing there looking so innocent, so perfect but he knew you better than anyone. You loved to rile him up, and today was one of those days.

“Mhm—ah! R-really..? I knew you’d love it, Haru.” A smirk crept its way up to your lips, your voice shaky from your previous orgasm. Haruchiyo clicked his tongue, he wasn’t surprised that you specifically wore that dress to tease him. He absolutely loved it when you made efforts to rile him up, it was cute because he knew damn well it worked on him every single time. “Tsk. Wearing this just to tease me? How naughty, my baby.” You let out a moan as he massaged your breasts—Haruchiyo loved the way his large hands easily fit to cup at your mounds, like they were specifically made for your chest. 

Arching your back, you replied to him with a whimper, “Ngh! Well, I have to treat the birthday boy somehow, right—ah!” The chuckle that slipped past your lips abruptly turned into a full-blown moan as he pinched at your nipples, gently rolling them in between his digits, causing goosebumps to form under his lewd touches. “Always so good f’me my baby, aren’t you?” Haruchiyo trailed a hand up to your chin to angle your head towards him to kiss you. You moaned against his lips as he bucked his groin against you, rubbing it hard enough to feel the entirety of his length between the valley of your ass.

He chuckled at your attempts to form coherent sentences after pulling away from his lips, something along the lines of wanting his cock inside you. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before letting it go to place a chaste kiss at the corner of your mouth. Haruchiyo skilfully turned you around so that the two of you faced each other; his eyes wandered across your bare chest, mouth watering at the way your breasts spilled from the neckline of the dress that’s been messily pulled down.

Haruchiyo marvelled at the way they looked, so tender, and plump from how he had been massaging them earlier. Fuck, he’s always had a thing for your chest. You furrowed your brows as he reached for something behind you, the glass bowl loudly scraping against the marbled countertop as he brought it closer to the two of you. “Since you don’t need this anymore.. Let’s not have the leftovers go to waste, hm?”

You blinked up at his aquamarine gaze, so full of mischief and slyness as he held the large glass bowl in his hand and the silicone spatula on the other. You watched as he scraped the spatula around the bowl, getting every bit of the cream you made earlier for the cheesecake and dropping it directly on your bare chest. A gasp left your lips as you were met with the cold cream against your warm skin.

It was a new sensation indeed but not weird enough to have you recoil. As a matter of fact, you kind of liked it despite knowing how much of a sticky mess it’d leave you—not like you haven’t felt that before, though. You and Haruchiyo were new to this whole thing, bringing food into sex; you never really thought of it as food and intercourse doesn’t sound as pleasing as it seems but now that you were experiencing it first hand, you didn’t mind at all. As long as it stayed away from your cunt.

Haruchiyo’s eyes were practically gleaming as he finished layering your breasts with cream—he was like an artist admiring his greatest masterpiece. “You’re so beautiful..” He let out a dreamy sigh and gave your lips a small peck before eagerly dipping his head below your chin to lick the sweetness off your chest. Your palms dug into the edge of the countertop, gripping them for your dear life as Haruchiyo licked a long stripe between the valley of your breasts, the sweet substance gathering at the tip of his tongue, all while holding your gaze—aquamarine eyes fixated on yours, like it was made just to look into your eyes and nothing else.

You let out a shaky breath as he stood up right, immediately resting a hand on your nape to pull you into a slow, sensual kiss. You hummed in delight as Haruchiyo didn’t hesitate to shove his cream-coated tongue past your lips, the sweetness of it dancing on your tastebuds. The kiss was messy, the sweet substance coating his and your lips which left wet, sticky trails around your mouths. He groaned into your mouth before swiping his tongue at your bottom lip, and kissing the corner of your mouth to clean up the mess he has made.

At this point, your head was spinning. Fuck, you wanted him so bad. The way Haruchiyo took his time to appreciate every single part of you left you breathless—your chest heaved up and down as you stared into his eyes with desperation. He was always like this, worshipping your body to the point where it drove you absolutely crazy; it may seem filthy and lewd to others with how he worshipped you but you loved it. Oh, you loved it a lot. It made your heart sing for his name, and every cell in your body yearned for no one but your lover standing right in front of you.

He placed his hands on your waist—the sundress still clinging to the lower part of your torso as he dipped his head into your chest once again, this time going for a breast. Biting back a moan, you threw your head back at his wet tongue languidly circling your sensitive nipple, rounding your back at the overwhelming sensation of his mouth, torso ever so slightly jerking. You tugged at his rosy roots as Haruchiyo gently bit at the supple flesh of your breast, it didn’t hurt, it was just the right amount of pleasure to send your mind in a frenzy.

Haruchiyo eagerly lapped up every single cream-covered spot on your chest, earning him whines and whimpers from you as you tugged at the rosy tufts of hair. He had his gaze on you the entire time, admiring all your  reactions under his tongue that your body had to offer him. You were cute—the way you let out short, shallow pants as he keenly sucked on your sensitive skin, the way you bit your lip as he swiped his tongue under your breast, and the way you looked at him with such adoration and lust; your brows knitted together in pleasure, lips slightly parted to whisper his name like a prayer.

Your front was left in a sticky, wet mess from Haruchiyo’s tongue; it was so naughty but you loved every bit of it. The way his tongue left messy, wet trails all over your body had shivers running down your spine, and the way his lips circled against the supple skin of your chest to suck it dark red, and purple left you breathless. He kissed every love bite that peppered your front, one so gentle and chaste that earned sighs of contentment from you, a contrast to what he was previously doing before, which pulled shameless moans past your swollen lips.

He turned you around once again, hips pressing against the edge of the marbled counter as he left open-mouthed kisses down your bare back, goosebumps forming under each wet kiss. “Haah~ Haru..” Haruchiyo hiked the dress up to your lower back, exposing your bare ass; he gave it a slap before grabbing the back of your right knee to prop it atop the cool surface of the counter. You braced yourself against the countertop, palms planted on the cool surface and back pressed against his chest. The sound of his belt unbuckling could be heard, the loud clang of the metal part startling you a bit as it met the tiled floor.

Haruchiyo didn’t bother stepping out of his pants as it pooled around his feet, and hastily pulled his underwear down, sighing as his cock was finally freed from its suffocating confines. He hissed as he circled his hand around his throbbing cock, languidly stroking it and using the bead of pre cum from his pink tip to lubricate his cock—it sat heavy in his hand, the way it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own, so eager and so ready to be buried inside you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, running the blunt tip of his cock along your wet entrance, pulling a desperate moan from you.

A small chuckle left his lips. Haruchiyo figured he’d been teasing you enough, plus, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. The both of you let out a moan in unison as he pushed his cock past your wet folds, his length easily slid inside you due to your previous orgasm—the sound was wet and lewd, the way it squelched as he pushed his hard cock into you, your cum from earlier running down the inside of your legs as Haruchiyo filled you up with his dick. Your hands–which were previously flat against the countertop–balled into fists, nails uncomfortably scraping the cool surface. With your leg propped on top of the counter, it drove his cock deeper inside you.

A string of profanities eagerly left his lips. He let out hard pants like he’s just run a marathon—his face right beside yours as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Mhm..! So perfect f’me.. All mine.” He stilled his hips as the entirety of his length was sheathed in you, Haruchiyo knew you didn’t need time to adjust to him, no—you took him like a fucking champ every single time but he was the one who needed time to adjust. The way your walls hugged him tightly made his head spin, it also didn’t help how you had a habit of clenching around him once he was fully inside you.

He gritted his teeth as your walls clamped down on him for a few seconds, eyes glued shut in pleasure. “F-fuuuck..! Baby—haah! I might just cum if you keep doing that—ngh!” The grip he had on your leg tightened as he let out another moan; Haruchiyo let out a breath he’d been holding as he felt you relax around him, whispering sweet praises against the side of your neck before finally moving his hips. His free hand supported his weight by gripping the edge of the counter, effectively trapping you in between.

The pace he had set was relentless and merciless—just how you liked it. Short, high pitched moans left your parted lips as you closed your eyes shut, focusing on the way the tip of his cock deliciously kissed your cervix again and again. Haruchiyo knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew the certain angle that would absolutely drive you crazy, he knew which buttons to press to help you reach your orgasm quicker.

The sound of skin slapping and squelching bounced around the walls of the kitchen as Haruchiyo’s hips made constant contact with your ass—he watched the way your ass moved with every hard thrust he gave you, jolting your body forward and placing a dull pressure on your hips. He could feel your cum from the orgasm earlier drip down to his heavy balls, making a complete mess as his skin slapped against your own.

Your whole body shook from the way he pounded into you, moan after moan leaving your lips after trying to form at least one coherent sentence. “Shit.. Look at that..!” Haruchiyo let out an erotic gasp as a white ring formed at the base of his cock from how wet you were, this riled him up even more; the hand that gripped the counter made its way to your front, and down to your clit to draw figures of eight with his ring finger. You moaned at the heightened pleasure, arms giving up on you and before you knew it, your front was met with the cool surface of the countertop.

Haruchiyo used your bent figure as leverage to drive his cock deeper into you, standing at the ball of his feet and angling his hips higher. You could feel the back of your eyes heat up as tears threatened to spill, “Ah! Ah! Ngh—aah! Haru..!” Your back arched, deliciously pressing against the counter as he slapped your clit. This caused your knee to buckle, your lower half to almost meet the floor if it wasn’t for your other leg on top of the counter, and Haruchiyo’s arm snaked around you.

He grunted right by your ear with every thrust of his hips, his body molded against yours, his own hips bent as he pressed his chest to your clothed back; he knew how much the sounds he made turned you on—the way his erotic sounds flew right to your cunt to make you even wetter. “A-aah! Shit..! That’s it baby—ngh!” He groaned as he felt you squeeze around him.

It was truly a sight to see. The way your sundress barely covered you; the neckline yanked below your breasts and the skirt of it hiked up to your lower back as Haruchiyo mercilessly dicked you down. It didn’t even serve as an article of clothing anymore, no; now, it just looked like a reminder of what caused your boyfriend to be this crazy about you. It was like some kind of medal that you wore as he fucked you senseless, a piece of fabric covering your middle while the rest left you fully exposed.

The contrast between the pink blush of the sundress, and the strawberries that peppered the fabric and the way Haruchiyo was pounding into you was almost laughable. A piece of clothing, so simple, so innocent yet driving him insane like this—as the saying goes, less is more. Your leg that was atop the counter started to become numb, your foot tingling, and thighs burning as it kept that position but you didn’t care. Not when he was fucking you this good.

“M—aah! C-cumming, Haru..! S-shit!” You moaned, your fingers painfully digging into your palm from the immense pleasure that was starting to course throughout your body. Your boyfriend buried his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo before letting out a heated gasp as you clenched around him. He gave your nape a few kisses here and there, whispering such dirty things against your sweaty skin to help you reach your orgasm. The way his balls messily slapped against your clit, and the way his cock bullied your insides was enough to get you over the edge.

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape as you let out a shameless moan, face contorted in nothing but pure bliss. You trembled as your second orgasm rocked through your body; tears streaming down your heated cheeks, knuckles white from balling your fists, and back arched from the immense pleasure. Haruchiyo did his best to keep thrusting despite your walls tightening around him to the point where it was almost pushing him out. “Ngh—ah! T-that’s a good girl..!” He sucked at the skin on your upper back, helping you ride out your orgasm to the fullest.

High-pitched whimpers escaped you as he pounded away at your cunt, trying to chase his own sweet bliss. Haruchiyo let out one last grunt before stilling his hips and stuffing his cock deep inside you to blow his load. “Aaah~ Ye–eaah..! Fuckin’ take it all—haah!” You gasped as you felt his hot cum paint your insides white, stuffing you to the brim, some of it dripping out and down your left leg, as well as down his balls. Haruchiyo stayed like that for a while, trapping you between his body and the countertop as he came.

Before your body could relax against the marbled surface, your muscles tightened as your boyfriend started to fuck his cum deeper into you. Since the entirety of his length was already sheathed inside you, he gave you quick, shallow thrusts, allowing his cum to reach you deeper while some of it messily spilled out and dropped onto the tiled floor. “Aaah! Shit..” Your body jerked with oversensitivity as his hips didn’t once falter. “Mhm~ That’s r-right.. Take all of me and make sure it doesn’t spill out, huh?” He panted against your ear, kissing it before slowly pulling out of you, earning a whine from the both of you.

“Mmm. Maybe I should keep wearing sundresses like this..” You breathlessly chuckled, stumbling into his chest as you took your leg off the counter to face him. Haruchiyo wrapped his arms around you—his cheeks were tinted pink, hair stuck to his forehead and neck, and eyes blown with lust, god, he looked handsome while fucked out. “‘M not complaining, baby. It is my birthday after all.. Maybe another one tomorrow. I’ll have my dessert then we’ll eat the cheesecake that you made.” He rested his chin on the crown of your head, squeezing you in a tight hug.

It took you a while to process his sentence. His dessert, meaning you.

© mitsuyeaah

[lustnhim]

‘ my boy. ‘ — sub! elvis x fem! reader

note: 50s elvis + requested / warnings:  MDNI, submissive elvis, overstim, hand-job, oral m-receiving, praise, crying, begging, pwp. / summary: short and sweet submissive elvis <3

You smirked at Elvis, his tummy bulging just slightly as you kneeled between his legs. You lazily ran your hands across the bulge in his jeans. Elvis's body trembled under your gaze, his soft pants echoing through the room, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. You knew you had him right where you wanted him. “You… You really gonna do this?” Elvis whimpered, his baby blues looking down at you with desperation. “Course’ I am…” You cooed, starting to fiddle with his belt. You heard his breath hitch as your hands worked to undo his belt, sliding through the belt loops then gently tossing it on the floor. The outline of his cock was definitely more evident now, stroking him gently, the denim rubbing rough against your soft hands. Elvis groaned gently, you felt his hips buck upward against your hand to which you pulled your hand away from him. His eyes were half closed, his chest heaving gently. “Please…” Elvis perisited, taking his own hand and hastily unbuttoning his jeans. You watched, amused, as he impatiently tugged down his zipper, pulling his jeans along with his boxers down his hips. You pulled them down to his ankles, looking up at him, his hands gently gripping his already throbbing cock. 

You allowed your eyes to roam over his swollen length, taking in every vein, the drop of precum that continued to glisten at the tip. "You’re gonna do so well baby," you praised, reaching forward and wrapping your fingers gently around his shaft, his hand sliding off and resting on his tummy. "Now, just lean back, relax, and let me take care of you." You cooed, Elvis obeyed without hesitation, his head falling back as he closed his eyes, a small moan escaping his lips. You began to stroke him, slowly at first, your hand gliding smoothly up and down his length, your thumb circling the sensitive tip. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against the underside of his shaft, sending a tremor through his body. Placing soft kisses along his length as your hand worked on him. You watched as his hands desperately grasped at the arms of the chair, his mouth clamped shut, trying to silence his pretty little noises. “I wanna hear you, Elvis…” You whispered, your pace slowing a bit. Elvis moved his head to look at you through half-lidded eyes. He bit his lip nervously before letting out a low moan. Satisfied you picked up your pace once again, his little whimpers and moans encouraging you. 

With each stroke, Elvis's body seemed to tense, sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing growing more ragged. You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand, his hips lifting to get any more friction. You leaned in, your tongue flicking out to lick the precum that dotted his tip, your eyes locked onto his. Elvis let out a pornographic moan, he blabbered something incoherent but you could see what was coming. You took him into your mouth, savoring the taste, and the sounds he made when you did so. You moaned around him, the vibrations driving Elvis wild. Your hand continued to stroke the base, while your lips and tongue explored the head and the underside, occasionally flicking your tongue over the slit to gather any drops of pre-cum. Elvis's hands gripped the chair, his body arching, his moans growing louder, his hips bucking into your mouth, seeking more. You could feel his orgasm approaching, the pulsing in his shaft, your head moving on him quicker, more insistent, matching the rhythm of your hand. "Oh God," Elvis cried out, his voice breaking, his hips jerking, "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum." You smirked gently, pulling off of him in an instant, your hand stopping on him. “No baby, don’t cum yet…I wanna see how long you can last.”

Elvis's eyes widened, he looked like he was on the verge of tears, his chest heaving. He nodded quickly, panting heavily, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and desire. You gave a satisfied hum, resuming your slow, torturous pace. Elvis's body trembled, his thighs shaking gently but he managed to hold back. His eyes were fixed on yours, pleading for release, but you kept your gaze steady, enjoying this new power you held. You could sense his mind fighting against his body, a struggle for control. Each stroke sent shivers down his spine, and you could see the tension building in his face. From the corner of your eye noticed that his eyes were welling with tears. You continued to stroke him, your thumb rubbing against the tip, your fingers dancing around the base. You could feel the throbbing becoming more intense, his hips straining against your hand, but he still held on.

"You're doing so good, baby," you cooed, leaning in to kiss his inner thigh softly. The contact sent a shudder through Elvis, and you could hear his whimpers growing louder. "Just a little longer," you whispered, resuming your slow, teasing motions. Elvis's body tensed, and you could sense the moment of defeat. A sob escaped his lips, and your hand sped up, matching the desperate rhythm of his hips. "Please...please let me cum," Elvis begged, his voice cracking, his face flushed, tears streaming freely now. "Please, I can't..." His words trailed off, and you knew it was time. You removed your hand, and lowered your head, your tongue flicking against his tip as you took him into your mouth again. This time, there was no holding back.

Elvis's body arched, his hands gripping the chair tightly, and his hips bucking into your mouth as you felt his hot seed down your throat. You swallowed it all, eager to please, your hand cupping his balls, rubbing them gently. When the last wave had passed, you pulled back slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Elvis collapsed back into the chair, panting, the spent energy leaving his body, replaced with a euphoric calm. "Thank you, baby," he whispered hoarsely. You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his temple. "Anytime, darling.”

hi everyone! i took a small break to try and feel better and i think i’m doing okay now <3 i hope you like this even though it’s lowk really short 😭 feel free to keep requesting!

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Eden Adam AU)

*it started when Lucifer made the other Exorcists leave, he was about the suggest pancakes when Charlie ran over to Adam*

Charlie: Dad, something is going on with Adam.

*Charlie was right, his body was changing, the angel wings disappeared and his body was becoming thinner like the lean frame he had in Eden and the dark circles under his eyes went away, he looked like he did in Eden, Adam opened his eyes which were now brown when hints of honey tones to it, he looked around at everyone frightened until they landed on Lucifer and he got a bright smile on his face*

Adam: Luci.

*Adan jumped up making the robes fall off leaving him naked as he ran over to Lucifer and hugged him*

Adam: Luci, I was looking everywhere for you in Eden and Sera was about to tell me something when I ended up here.

*Lucifer realized that this must have been when Lucifer first ran away from Eden with Lilith, a large part of Lucifer felt guilt over not convincing Lilith to let Adam come along, but Lilith said that Adam was actually cruel and wanted to control her, now that he realized that Lilith must have been lying about Adam, he just didn’t realize how much Lilith had been lying*

Adam: Where are we?

*Lucifer reached up and pushed some of Adam’s hair behind his ear*

Lucifer: We are in a place called Hell, don’t worry, I will protect you.

Adam: I trust you, Luci.

*Charlie was looking at Adam and Lucifer confused, she had been lead to believe that Adam in Eden was much like how he had been in Heaven, but this Adam was very sweet and innocent, not someone who would try to force someone to submit to him*

Lucifer: Stay right here, we just need to fix up something and I will get you clothes to wear.

*Adam nodded as Lucifer used his magic to rebuild the hotel better than before, Lucifer became very protective when he saw Alastor talk to Adam, Lucifer went over and picked up Adam and carried him to the hotel*

Lucifer: Don’t talk to him, he will try to hurt you.

*Adam nodded, now all Lucifer needed to do was find some clothes for Adam to wear since he couldn’t run around Hell completely naked*

Adam: Who are those people anyway? They seem very nice.

Lucifer: That girl there is Charlie, she is my daughter and the girl beside her is her girlfriend Vaggie.

Adam was surprised, he didn't know that Lucifer had a daughter. A small part of him was sad that this Charlie girl wasn't their baby.

Adam: Oh, so you have someone then?

Lucifer looked at him and saw the hurt behind those pretty honey brown eyes, he wouldn't hurt him again.

Lucifer: No, not anymore. Her mother is long gone out of the picture.

Adam brightened at that, he was set down on the bed as Lucifer went through his own clothes trying to find something that would fit Adam. Since he's back to his Eden self physically as well, all he would have to do was use magic to adjust the length.

Lucifer gave him a t-shirt and sweat pants he no longer wore.

Lucifer: That guy you were talking to was Alastor, he's no good and will hurt you if you're not careful. Never shake his hand or sign anything he gives you.

Adam: Okay Luci.

Adam smiled, Luci sounded serious so it must be a serious matter. He trusted him with his life.

Adam pulled on the clothes, they were soft but felt funny he wasn't used to them. He fell back on the bed and hugged a pillow close to his chest and giggled, these things were so soft!

Lucifer smiled watching Adam discover things for the first time. He would do better by him this time around.

He had to.

[writtenbymoonflower]

hello! love love love ur writing! would love to see more of james (or sirius/remus i dont discriminate 🤭) and physical affection! any prompt you like. only if you want ofc!

Hi Hunny! Thank you so so much. I will take any excuse to write about my loverboy. I hope this is okay!

James x gn!reader, kind of shy!reader, tooth-rotting fluff.

cw: too cheesy, brief mention of smut, nothing graphic

750 words

“Angel! I’m home!” You couldn’t help but smile as you heard his bag drop against the wood floor. He put on the same antics every time he came back from sports practice, throwing his bag down on the ground (no matter how many times you say to put it on the bench), and yelling whatever pet name comes to his mind at that moment. He was always finding little honorifics to call you, he was just sweet like that. You heard the heavy thumping of his socked feet as he ran down the hall into your living room. 

“Hi Jamie! How was practice?” You beamed at him. He was really pretty like this, his curls were damp and his face was flushed. He looked cozy in his sports hoodie and black sweats.

“It was good, we ended a bit early so I got a shower in the change room.” You believed that. He smelled strong of his woodsy cologne. “How was your day, Baby?” You put the book you were reading down to give your boyfriend your full attention, still careful to mark the page. 

“It was good. I did some studying and some work but I mostly just sat here doing nothing.” You smiled up at him and chuckled. “I should start working on dinner soon though, what do you want to have?”

“You.” He said, deadpan. But it only took three seconds for him to break and start giggling, too satisfied with his joke. 

“Jamie,” you chided. “Pick something real to have.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but you were still smiling, somehow still endeared by his usual antics. 

“You look pretty real to me, Angel. But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check.” You had little time to figure out his meaning when he launched himself over the arm of the couch to lay on top of you. You squealed as he tugged your hips down, forcing you to lay flat against him. 

“Baby! I’m real, but I’m not real food.” You reasoned, not hesitating to thread your fingers through his hair. You weren’t always the best at initiating contact, but when James did, you couldn’t stop. You started gently scratching his scalp, attempting to calm him, but he was determined in his teasing. Despite your words he started frantically pressing open-mouth kisses all over your face. 

“You may not be real food,” He said in between his loving attacks, “But you do taste good.” He grinned at you, too satisfied with himself. 

“Jamie,” You sighed, giving up discouraging him. Noticing your surrender, he pushed himself up, still over you and looked down at your face. His big, brown eyes bore into your soul, making you squirm under his gaze. 

“There you go,” He grew even more satisfied. He was the nicest boyfriend ever, but he did take joy in making you go all shy underneath him. “There’s my baby.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead. His voice grew quieter with you being so close to him. “Finally letting me love on you without turning into a mess.” Ironically this made you even more flustered, but being as kind as always, James chose to ignore it. 

“I love you.” You smiled shyly at him. 

“I love you too, Angel.” He said back at you. He glanced over to the side table. “What are you reading?” 

“O. Henry short stories.” You moved your fingers to the curls at the nape of his neck, still being just as loving. 

“Read some to me?” He looked at you hopefully. 

“You’ll be bored, they’re not really your style.” You leaned your neck up to kiss his cheek, and he rewarded you with a smile. 

“But you’re my style, and I like it when you read to me.” And you couldn’t say no when he was looking at you like that. As soon as you nodded he set about fixing you both, you leaning against the arm of the couch, book in hand. He laid with his lower legs hanging off the opposite end of the couch and his face nuzzled against your lap and tummy. 

“Okay, which story do you want to hear?” You let your free hand roam over his broad shoulders and back, knowing they were probably tensed and ached from his practice. 

“Whichever, Angel. Just let me lay here and listen.” He was being equally as feely with you, grabbing and gently pinching your hips and thighs while you started your story.

[liillyliilly]

Run Club

suna rintarou x reader words; 4679 synopsis; she's the best runner at inarizaki, he wants to spend more time with her- so the natural conclusion? offering to make a run club with her

It was practically 1,000 degrees outside and Suna was melting in the heat. The rest of the volleyball team was excited to finally be outside for once, the gym was beginning to grow old. Kita, in his ever intelligent wisdom, decided he wanted to do some more intensive cross training. Suna was covering his eyes with his hand, not even hooded eyes could deflect a boiling sun.

And there she was.

“Kita, who is that?” Atsumu got to the jump before Suna did, but Suna listened just a little more carefully to Kita’s words in response to Atsumu’s words.

“That’s L/N. She’s in my class. She’s the track captain, she’s also the one who’s going to help us with cross training today.”

In front of a group of other runners, including guys, was her. She was wearing a black sports bra and quite possibly the shortest shorts Suna had ever seen on a girl. She seemed to be leagues ahead of the other runners, yet she still was yelling at the kids to keep running. Keep pushing forward without thinking about the pain.

Suna thought she was crazy. Beautiful and crazy.

Eventually, she came up to the volleyball team, leaving her team of runners lying on the track practically crying and downing entire water bottles. She messed around on what appeared to be a fitness watch, frowned a little but then tapped around before finally walking over to Kita. Suna was thinking that she was going to kill the volleyball team with the same workout she must have just done with the track team.

Kita gave her a high five, an actual high five, and she mimicked a volleyball spike, laughing at Kita’s eye roll.

“Okay listen up, I’m going to put y’all through some actual training. Not any of this jumping around and diving bullcrap, but actual intensive running to build stamina and power.”

They ran. And then they ran again. They drank a little water, and then they ran again. Eventually even the Miya twins and Aran were sitting down on a grass patch picking strands out of the field and sweating so much that they could’ve produced enough liquid for a hydroelectric dam.

She was just stretching, preparing for one more lap. Kita thanked her for the help, and told the team to head back to the gym so they could go over a few plays. All the boys were leaning on each other and dragging their feet as they meandered back to their hideout. Suna wanted to stay though. So he asked Kita if he would just run one more time, and he could get the plays from Atsumu or Osamu the next day. Kita let him, on the condition that Suna wouldn’t try to outrun L/N.

“I’ve tried, it’s not something I can realistically say is possible for me. But I’m all for a good run, make sure you eat a good dinner when you get back to your dorm.” Kita waved him off and Suna snuck his way over to her.

He leaned his head over her shoulder, inspecting what exactly was on her watch, but she turned around before he could see anything.

“Ever heard of hello?” She poked him in the chest lightly. Suna shrugs. She continues speaking when he doesn’t make a move to leave her be, “This is my long run for today, 8 miles. Think you can stay on my pace? I’m not slowing down for you.”

“I’ll manage.”

So they ran, Suna got winded earlier than he thought, around the third mile. So he had to run slightly behind her, still trying to keep up and not get left behind. She talked to him, easily and without losing much steam. She talked mostly about running, Suna listened. At the end of the fourth mile, she paused.

She said something about stretching for a minute or two and then finishing the run and getting back to Inarizaki. He swallowed the gel tube she had offered him, letting the instant energy soak into his body. She did little hops and jumps, lunges and toe touches, Suna just sat down and tried to reset his energy.

He liked her shoulders, her legs, the way she did her hair, he especially liked the way she sweat. It wasn’t a waterfall like Atsumu and Osamu, it was a sheen on her body. The film of sweat coated her, and it made her shine, her face was flushed from the run, but she was still just smiling. Suna could finally care less about the single sun’s brutality, because she was worth a thousand vibrant suns in his eyes.

Screw Vitamin D, he needed Vitamin Her.

He kept up with her on the way back to Inarizaki, though he suspects that she slowed down slightly so he could keep in time and pace with her. Despite him being taller, and having longer legs, with the way she ran it was clear he was no match for her instinctive athleticism when it came to running.

With the stories she told about her failures in a bunch of other sports, and how she came to running in the first place, Suna was surprised. He hid it well, just nodding and trying to keep his breathing deep and long so that he wouldn’t croak like a fool in front of her. She liked to run because it was the only sport where she didn’t need to be good at anything besides breathing.

Her biology teacher, when she was in first year, said that the only thing needed for life is the ability to cellular respirate. To convert energy from sugars and food into ATP, the chemical reaction utilized breathing. Breathing allows the process to flow. Breathing to facilitate the conversion of sugar to ATP. Or something like that, Suna was getting distracted by the way her arm would occasionally brush his as she strode forward.

Getting back to Inarizaki was disappointing for Suna, he wanted to run with her for longer. Just to be with her for longer. Maybe that’s why he asked if she wanted to be in a run club with him. What he had meant to ask was if she wanted to run with him more often, but a run club comment came out before he caught it.

“Run club sounds like a great idea! It would be perfect for intra-athletic cross training, like volleyball did today at the track. I’ll talk to a few more of the other captains, I can be in charge and if you want, you can be second in command?”

“Yeah. I can do that.” He could not do it.

To call it a running club was a tortuous attempt at trying to tone down the reality of what it was. It was a group of boys who liked to watch her run. She knew that, and Suna knew that. She still beat them in every single race. The basketball captain, the tennis captain, even the swim captain came around and tried to beat her. She reigned on top of Inarkizaki’s holy track field. She was who they came to see. She was the shrine that the foxes would pray at.

The coaches saw her outstanding dedication to helping all the kids at Inarizaki, she won a coaches’ award for Most Dedicated Student Athlete. Suna thought it was extremely well earned for her.

Run club died down, and eventually it was just Suna and L/N again, the other boys got tired of just running all the time. Albeit, the sports teams were objectively just a little bit better that year. Running had shaped the teams into stamina beasts, Inarizaki could outlast any other team for the most part.

Suna had begun asking Kita more and more frequently to do running as an alternative to other conditioning routines. Kita agreed every single time. Suna supposed that Kita knew the real reason why he took breaks from training with the team, it was so he could spend more time with her.

Freaking track kids. Always freaking running around thinking they owned the place. Especially Ito Yuuta, freaking Ito always running with freaking Y/N. Even going as far to be freaking duo partners in all the freaking track competitions.

“If you sulk anymore I think your face will stay like that.” Aran then took a picture of Suna sitting on the bleaches with his shoulders hunched into himself and a disgusting scowl on his face.

“I just don’t know why we, as the volleyball team, have to watch the track competition.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just mad because Ito gets to run with L/N instead of you running with her.” Osamu could suck an egg for all Suna cared.

Atsumu wanted to play a little game with Suna, just to see his reaction. Atsumu was also glad that Kita was with all the other sports captains cheering the runners on.

“I heard from a very reliable source that Ito copped a feel of her thigh before one of the races yesterday, and that he got a kiss from her when he won in his category.” Atsumu told Omimi just loud enough for Suna to hear.

The way Suna spun his head around was almost enough to have Atsumu falling to the ground in delight. Suna stood up and went right down to the field, folding his arms and shifting his weight from side to side.

She came barreling down the track from her race, giving high fives to her friends and hugs to her even closer friends. She had just won another first place prize, which made Suna unbelievably happy, but also he was seething.

Kita had finally caught wind of what was about to occur, and he tried to get down to the track to get Suna away from the track. But one of the adults had stopped him from going down, so Kita and the rest of the team just had to sit back and watch as the horror was about to unfurl.

Ito Yuuta also had just finished his race, giving Y/N a hug and twirling her around, which made her laugh.

Suna snapped.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Ito held up a hand in shock, clearly not understanding what was going on. “Celebrating a win?”

“Bet you’re thinking you’re going to celebrate with more than just a hug.”

She caught on faster than Ito did. She began to tell Suna to get back to the stands.

“So, you’re hiding stuff from me too? Is it because he’s a runner? What does he have that I don’t? I have like four inches on this guy.”

Suna was miserable now, completely distraught. He was only moderately calm when she pulled him away and sat him down on a bench reserved for the track kids.

“Let’s just take a deep breath Rintarou. Look, it's easy.” She inhaled deeply and then let out a breath.

“It’s not fair.” He whined. Suna didn’t think he was capable of whining. He also didn’t think he was capable of being so blindsided by his own jealousy. He dragged his hands down his face and realized he had fallen for bait given to him by Atsumu. He had fallen for a trap set up by a notorious jokester.

Only when Suna saw Ito kissing his boyfriend did Suna really get embarrassed. “I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not, you just acted like one for a few minutes.” She was rubbing his back and he felt even worse, he had acted like a complete child and there he was getting soothed by the same girl he had wanted to fight for.

“Just forget I said anything, I did anything, just forget I even exist please.”

“But you had at least four inches on that guy?” Suna groaned and ducked his head down even further. “That one was actually kinda funny, Rintarou.” She ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it.

She wanted to get one more kick out of the whole situation, “I think you have some kind of teenage hormonal rage going on, but based on Ito’s reactions, I fully believe you won. So, are you gonna celebrate with more than just a hug?”

“Y/N!”

Atsumu had to do 100 diving laps per Kita’s instruction as punishment for causing an embarrassment out of the volleyball team and for pushing Suna to his mental limits.

Suna always liked to lurk around her, even when she was tired of him. Getting asked how you were doing multiple times a day by the same person could in fact grow slightly old. When he got a hold of her number, he had made her number his personal journal.

Everything from complaints to worries were sent to her. One time, in class, she had her headphones in and was solving some problems. Kita, her seatmate, was getting slightly annoyed by all the buzzing from her phone that he just had to check and see what was going on. Kita did not expect to see twenty messages from Suna. So that's what he was doing on his phone during practice.

She did like having him around though, despite his clingy nature. Sometimes he wouldn’t even talk to her, he just wanted to be where she was. She could be in the library doing some research for a class, and he would ask if he could come and work on homework with her. She would be in her dorm folding clothes and he would be sitting at her desk trying to bask in the smell of her room without seeming like a creep.

They were sitting on the field, and the sun had just gone down. She used a flashlight to keep some light around so they wouldn’t be stuck in the dark. She was reading a book, for fun, which made Suna more intrigued. She had a small booklight, attached to the novel, lighting the pages in yellow. She would ask when it was good for her to flip a page, so Suna could read along. He was a slower reader than she was, he remembered that she shared classes with Kita, so obviously she would be smart.

It was a book about a younger guy meeting an older girl, and he was hopelessly in love. How ironic Suna thought. Fate was truly ironic, it loved to play little games on Suna like this. All the time, any chance it got, attempting to make Suna play along with the games at hand.

A few pages of reading together passed before Suna decided to stick her bookmark back into the book, taking it from her before she could complain. He set it aside, using his arm to push it far enough away so that she couldn’t just grab it back.

Sweat was still on their bodies from the run they had finished. But this was far more heart-rate inducing than any run they had ever gone on.

“I think I like you.” Suna used a hand to hold her face, looking right at her.

“That’s nice.” Suna shoved her shoulder, making her fall on her back as she started laughing and slightly rolling from side to side. Suna scoffed, rolling his eyes and falling onto his own back.

“That was and is going to be my only attempt at romance ever. I hope you know that. You’ve crushed any other chance for me being any sort of cute.” Suna mourned the fatality that had just occurred.

She pressed his shoulders down, and leaned over him. Then, she kissed him and ran.

Suna took chase quite quickly, stumbling a little at the shock, but he was racing for more than just training for volleyball. He had to win this race. Suna knew she let him catch up to her. She was spoon-feeding him all the right chances and opportunities, and he ate it all up.

“I need water.” He was holding her over his shoulder, and he was exhausted after running. He walked to the water cooler by the field bleachers.

“Let me down from here, I belong on the ground.” She kicked her feet a little, but he just clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“You’d be on the ground if you didn’t make my heart sink into my stomach at your response to my confession.”

“I’d really truly not call that a confession. You just said you liked me, which is true for an awful lot of people. I think even Kita-”

He put her back on the ground and covered her mouth with his hand. He raised his eyebrows, just asking her to try that one more time. She raised her hands in surrender.

The rest of the year went by swimmingly (read: runningly). Run club almost every other day, which now featured eating at the dining hall together for the last call meal.

One of his favorite memories from that year was buying running shoes together.

When they went to buy running shoes, it had been a whole day affair. She took her crossbody bag and waited for him at the front of the school gates way too early in the morning. A disastrous nine in the morning meeting time, and on a Saturday too. He was tired only because he had made the unfortunate decision to call Osamu and Atsumu to his dorm that night for both outfit advice and behavior advice.

“I think you should nix the shoe-buying and just make-out the whole day while you’re away from school.” Atsumu ate another chip from the bag that was laying on his stomach, he was lounging on Suna’s bed without a care in the world.

Osamu took the chips and shoved them into the garbage bin. After throwing Atsumu the middle finger, he spoke to Suna, “Just be yourself, you haven’t started calling the pair of you a couple or anything yet, so as far as you know, it’s just a hang-out between friends.”

Suna held up a linen shirt in front of himself, waiting for Osamu’s genuinely constructive assessment. As he did so, Kita walked past the open dorm room and watched as Suna kept switching between the linen shirt and a regular Uniqlo grey shirt.

“She likes boys who wear basic clothes, go with the grey shirt. Linen can be for your first wedding anniversary.” Atsumu howled at Kita’s comment, and Osamu threw a volleyball at Kita through the door, which he caught effortlessly.

The grey shirt was the best decision he made, because their outfits ended up matching. Grey shirts and green cargo pants. She took a photo of them to celebrate a boy actually having fashion taste at their school. She was holding up a peace sign and Suna had his hand on the top of her head.

He didn’t mind that she took her time trying on all the shoes, every new pair she calculated and did little motions in. He just sat on the bench as she kept walking back and forth trying to imagine running in the shoes.

It was either the beige pair or the black and white pair. He was partial to the black and white pair because they looked like his own shoes, both for running and for volleyball. But the beige shoes had an appeal because she looked at them like they were just perfect.

So, he bought her the black and white pair.

They were sitting on the train and he was holding the shoe boxes on his lap, and she was holding her phone in front of the both of them, they were watching a video about volleyball. When he had expressed that his favorite team was EJP Raijin, she picked that as her favorite team too, and they watched all the games together. The video was a highlight reel of some of the best plays done by EJP Raijin.

She was leaning her head on his shoulder, and he thought that this was the best that life could get for him.

The worst was when she and all the third years on his team graduated. He had never been one for goodbyes. Especially since he knew she would still be around the next year going to university in central Hyogo, and she had been talking to her coaches about letting her be an assistant coach for the Inarizaki track and cross country clubs. It was just giving up on his close relationship with her so she could go and do her own thing in college.

Then his birthday rolled around, January 25th. It was cold outside and Suna was throwing his volleyball up into the air as he laid on his back. It had been a year since she had graduated. She visited frequently, but she was always so busy with only doing her job that Suna could only sit aside and pout.

She had never asked him to be her boyfriend, but he supposes that he never asked her to let him be her boyfriend either. He had been in a mood the whole day. He really did just miss being with her. He also missed running. The cold weather had made Atsumu ban everyone from staying outside too long, so no running in the fresh air, only in circles in the gym while Osamu just shouted out things that L/N was probably doing with other boys so Suna wouldn’t stop running from boredom.

Atsumu texted him and told him to come to the track field. So obviously, it had to be some form of a joke. Atsumu never encouraged his players to disobey the rules, especially the ones he made up himself.

Still, Suna put on his heaviest coat and stomped outside.

It was the best birthday present ever.

His favorite person was warming up on the track, stretching out her legs and doing her little hops that drove him crazy. He thinks he never ran faster.

“What are you doing here? Track season doesn’t start for another month?” He held onto her like she would disappear if he let go, playing with her hair and rubbing his freezing nose into her neck.

“It’s your birthday? What kind of friend am I?” She held her hands behind his neck. Somehow her hands were always warm, so the skin on his nape prickled for a second before he realized that he actually wanted her hands all over his exposed face.

“I would hope you’re not a friend at all, especially considering the things I think at night.”

“You murder me in your dreams?”

“You’re so annoying, I could actually just squish you right now.”

“Squish me?” She laughed and he could feel her whole body shake with joy. “And you said you’d never say anything cute ever again.”

They went for a short jog, and Suna realized she had gotten even better at running. They stopped their run at a small convenience store, and she was picking through the hot drink section. Suna just rested his head on his hands that were resting on the length of a shelf, watching her inspect the different cans.

She bought two green teas and threw one to Suna as they sat outside the store, watching the snow begin to fall and make a frosted world the new normal.

“What did you get me as a birthday present?” Suna pushed his knee against hers. Tilting her head, she held up the green tea. “That does not count as my birthday present.”

“Okay, now that I make somewhat grown up money, what is it that my favorite Sunarin wants for his little birthday?” She made an effort to baby talk as corny as she could.

He started at her jaw, pressing small kisses, giving her an out if she wanted, but she just happily sipped her tea. He pushed the can down so he could finally kiss her the way he wanted to all those times he had chickened out.

When he licked her bottom lip, and tried to open her mouth more, she pushed him away, just slightly.

“Woah there buddy.” Suna bit her ear in response, “At least make me your girlfriend geez.”

“Done.”

He just wouldn’t let her break up with him. He committed so hard to that philosophy that she had a ring on her finger to prove it the very next year. It was just the engagement ring he said, he had another one planned for when they would actually get married.

She got even better at running, but her real passions lied in helping others advance their physical skills, which is why Suna got her the athletic trainer position on his team, EJP Raijin. Half so he could see her everyday, and half so that he could get mandated massages from her.

She still made him run though, and he enjoyed it more everyday.

It was a run club, with just the two of them.

8 YEARS LATER...

“Ryohei! Remi! Slow down!” Suna yelled after the twins. She was busy with a new workout for some of his teammates, so he had to take their sons out for a run. He was still trying to teach them how to pace themselves when it came to the longer runs. They were only 6 but they had the energy of firecrackers, at least for the first ten minutes of the run.

He quickly caught up and his kids were both panting and insulting each other.

“I beat you!” Remi put his hands on his hips.

“No way! I touched the tree years before you did!” Ryohei was close to punching the identical copy of himself.

Suna just rubbed his hands on their heads. Turning them around so they could make their way home. On the way back, they stopped at the bookstore so Suna could buy some of the books he remember Y/N had mentioned a few weeks ago. Ryohei was the bookworm out of the two, so he asked for a new book as well. Remi just poked around until he found the video game section and asked if he could get a new game. Suna was weak to resist.

They were dragging their feet and complaining. Suna could feel his eye twitching slightly, before he remembered what was planned for dinner.

“I think mommy’s got udon waiting for us at home.” That put the right amount of pep in their step to get them running again.

Ryohei and Remi were kicking each other under the kotatsu table until Suna pulled them up so they were standing and told them to go get sleep clothes on. Letting Suna kick Y/N instead.

“Stop it.” Suna nudged his knee against her’s. “I mean it, I’ll make you sleep in their room instead of ours.”

Suna shrugged.

“Did you run today?” Suna ate another bite of his food.

“No, I was too busy dealing with your ragamuffins until you got back from practice.” She rested her head on the table, finally enjoying a moment of peace and silence.

“I know just the right workout to make up for missing a run.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Easy there, I can see where our kids get their energy from. Because we both know it’s not me.”

She raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know about that, there’s a few times where you really let loose and went stir crazy. I recall multiple times when I was in college, oh and that time in high school when you chewed out a gay man because you believed Atsumu’s lies.”

Suna scoffed, asking her to let that one go, because Ito just had to tell that story at their wedding reception and his mom still called him about it for a good laugh.

When Suna and Y/N heard a crash in the upstairs bathroom, where their kids were supposed to be brushing their teeth, and then complete silence. They looked at each other and just laughed.

Maybe a run club of four was just a little bit better than a run club of just two.