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๨ৠcoming home too lateďšspencer reid .á
summary: based entirely on the song, coming home by beabadoobee. pure fluff.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
includes: soooo much fluff, spencerâs pov, spencer is in love with reader, reader is just as in love with him, very small mention of depression, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader loves to clean, established relationship, derek morgan is spencer and reader's #1 fan, did i mention spencer is in love?
word count: 1.7k
a/n: eeeek my second fic!! i got so happy writing this. maybe the most sickening sweet thing i ever did do. i love beabadoobee's music so much i kinda wanna write a million different things based on her songs. Anyways..!!! as always likes/reblogs/feedback appreciated :3
spencer reid had never felt more relieved to be sitting inside this jet than he was right now.
sure, heâs happy every single time his team is able to wrap up a case. heâs happy every single time they catch the bad guy. heâs happy every single time justice is brought to victims and their families. heâs happy every single time he gets to come home and see you. heâs happy every single time he notices the way your eyes light up when you see him walk through the door. heâs happy every single time you throw your arms around his neck and he gets to pick you up, inhaling your sweet scent as if heâd never be able to embrace you again.
but this time it was a little different. it was currently 6:54pm in california where the latest case was. meaning it was 9:54pm back home. it would take approximately five hours to fly home and another thirty minutes to drive to his apartment. meaning he wouldnât step through his door until way after three in the morning and he knew youâd be sound asleep by then. and it was saturday, a day that never held much weight to him until he started living with you.
he found out that you grew up with a rather strict routine in your home. your parents deemed every saturday âcleaning dayâ. every saturday you did your weekly chores and that habit stuck with you as you moved on to live with college roommates, on your own and eventually with spencer.
he remembers when he first asked you to move in with him. youâd been dating for about a year and a half at that point. he brought it up in a rather nonchalant way and he was so thankful you were not a profiler and couldnât tell how hard his heart was beating inside his chest as he started to ask.
âyou know⌠you sleepover here a lot. i mean, you have your own drawer in my dresser, your own space in my closetâŚâ he started one morning, sipping from his mug of sugary sweet coffee. âyour skincare stuff in my bathroom, your special shampoos in my shower⌠your little treats stocked in my fridgeâŚâ his lips started twitching, trying to fight the stupid large smile that wanted to show on his face.
you hummed in response, your fingers tapping against your own mug that was full of tea. you hated coffee. when he learned that he bought a box of your favorite tea and kept it stocked in his kitchen. âare you⌠complaining?â you asked, voice sort of quiet with uncertainty.
he shook his head immediately, realizing he wasnât being as straightforward as he assumed. âno!â his voice squeaked slightly, causing you to raise your eyebrows. âno⌠no, i was just⌠i mean, you spend so much time here and i really love it. i love you being here with me and i⌠if you wanted to move in i would⌠i mean, i want you to move in. if you want to. please.â
thankfully your heart was just as pretty as you were and you didnât let him nervously ramble for too long. instead you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ârelax. iâd love to, spencer. but i have to warn you, iâm quite a lot to deal with twenty-four sevenâŚâ he would just stare back at you, with nothing but love and admiration pouring from brown hues. he always thought you were so silly when youâd say things like that and heâd spend the rest of the morning telling you that while peppering sweet kisses to every inch of your skin.
he did learn very quickly just how serious you were about your routine. you woke up at six in the morning every saturday. youâd start in the bathroom, then make your way to the kitchen, then collect the dirty laundry from the week, then focus on organizing every little desk and shelf he had in his home. at first you wouldnât let him help you, explaining that you didnât want him to feel obligated in helping you with your own crazy little habit. heâd shake his head and just ask you what kind of laundry detergent you liked as he piled clothes into a basket.
âif you keep up with it weekly, then it wonât get out of hand and too big to fix.â you mumbled one time while scrubbing the dishes. âsometimes when the scaries got really bad, i used to forget to keep up with my cleaning. all the mess just made things more unbearable. keeping on top of it makes me feel more in control. even if the âcleaningâ one week is just refilling the toilet paper and doing one single load of laundry.â
he nodded his head in response, emptying the trash beneath the sink. spencer was nothing but soft with you, but even more so whenever you mentioned your struggles with depression or âthe scariesâ as you called it. the two of you quickly fell into a habit every single saturday. you split the work load. youâd do the dishes, heâd carry the trash out, youâd fold the laundry, heâd vacuum the rug. he didnât have to say it, youâd already know, but he enjoyed the structure of routine just as much as you did. the rest of your saturdays were spent on the sofa, your head in his lap while you forced him to watch your favorite childhood show. takeout food spread across the coffee table in front of you. there was so much comfort the two of you found in the domesticity of it all.
so, yes, he was a little bit upset he missed this saturday and was so ready to get home and pull you into his arms and never let go. he hadnât noticed him spacing out, eyes focused on the same page of a book he was reading for five minutes, until he heard derek morganâs voice.
âhey, loverboy!â spencerâs head snapped up, brows furrowing at the man giving him a cheeky smile. âyouâve been staring at that page for an eternity. whatâs on your mind, huh?â he asked, although he already knew the answer.
you met the whole team ages ago and every one of them adored you but derek especially admired the way you loved spencer. heâd never say it out loud, unless it was in a teasing way to get spencer to blush, but he genuinely believed you were an angel sent to the boy genius. derek noticed how blissful you made him, how gentle you were and how safe he felt with you. how could his heart not swell in appreciation for the love you gave to his brother?
âi missed cleaning dayâŚâ spencer spoke, brows pulling together slightly. there was a soft sigh that fell from his lips as he pulled his phone from his pocket. your last text saying you were gonna stay up and wait for him even though you both knew that youâd fall asleep the moment you got comfortable.
âokay⌠and is that a bad thing?â derek responded, leaning back into his seat with a slightly confused expression.
âwell, yeah. she likes cleaning every saturday and we normally split the work between us. that way we have more time to spend together.â spencer huffed and tucked his phone away again. he closed the book he was reading. âitâs more than just the cleaning, derek. i hate being away from her, you know? we never know when weâre gonna get called away on a case like this and i like spending as much time as i can with her. and i hate coming home late. it makes me feel like iâve missed so much.â
derek breathed out a laugh but nodded, understanding all too well what he meant. emily prentiss came around the corner, one hand holding a cup of coffee and the other resting gently on spencerâs shoulder. âspencer reid, you have become the most smitten, lovestruck man since you met that girl. and itâs the most adorable thing in the world.â everyone on the jet chuckled softly at that, even aaron hotchner, while he blushed and adverted his eye contact towards the shaded window. he knew they werenât laughing at him, more so showing an expression of how happy they were that he was happy.
he stepped into the dimly lit living room of his apartment at exactly 3:26am. the tv glowed over your sleeping body on the sofa, arms wrapped tightly around a stuffed red panda he gifted you a few birthdays ago. the netflix screen asking âare you still watching avatar: the last airbender?â shined in his face as he leaned in to shut the machine off. he walked over to your sleepy state, a tiny smile growing on his lips as he leaned in to brush some of your hair from your face. he tucked one arm beneath your knees and held the other one to your arm as he carried you to the bedroom.
you stirred, humming softly as he quietly shushed you. âshh, hi baby. iâm home now. go back to bed, yeah?â
âhow was the flight?â you asked in a soft whisper, ignoring his requests. he chuckled, shaking his head and he set you gently on the cushion of his mattress.
âit was fine. too long. iâm sorry iâm home late.â he was just as quiet as you, pulling the duvet over your body and tucking it at your shoulders. he picked up the stuffed animal that had fallen beside the bed and tucked it next to you as well.
âitâs okay. we always have tomorrow.â with your eyes still closed, you smiled as he kissed your forehead.
âyes, my love. we do, donât we? iâm gonna get changed okay? go back to bed.â
âiâll wait for you.â
when he was changed out of his work clothes and into his pajamas, he turned back and found you soundly asleep again. he let out a quiet laugh, got into bed and pulled you right to his chest. he played with your hair until he fell asleep too, no longer upset about the day he missed with you because you were right.
he always had tomorrow.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid#๨ৠďšmazzyâs fics ( s.r x reader. ) .á#<3#Gonna be so real i rushed to post this before work and didnt rly proofread#if theres any mistakes or mishaps i will fix when i get back home
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(guy who accidentally wrote a ~10k long chapter with the given character interactions taking up ~4k of it voice) I just don't know if these characters interacted long enough to feel real. idk it feels rushed to me
#the cryptid speaks#lucky jumbo <3#that's right folks..... lj8 ch1 is finally kinda roughly in a draft state finished#and. oops! it's long#ive been writing it in like mini chunks over . well . months#so to me it still feels 'too short' and 'rushed' when it's probably actually 'too long' and 'repetitive' and 'oizys why'#anyways. into the proofreading state it goes!#i probably wont post til ive got a bit of chap2 written so i know i have a startin point#but even with doin that y'all may . have to live on cliffhanger peak for a bit . '':]#i like to dream ch2 will be a faster write but yknow never underestimate a fic and where it'll go and what it'll do
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Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 15: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression
(⌠see past poll results + further information HERE (link) âŚ)
Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should purchase some new shoes for himself while he's in the city...
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It costs quite a bit of coin, but in the end he decides that having a new sturdy pair of boots will serve him well on his travels. After he's done in the shop, he rushes back to the local inn before nightfall, eventually settling into a somewhat restless sleep..
The next morning, he orders some cheap vegetable stew from a food stall, then lounges in a park as he has his breakfast, watching the squirrels weave through flowering trees and birds pecking about in the dewy grass.. When finished with his meal (and sufficiently recovered from the emotional turmoil of burning his tongue on the soup), he quickly sells his old pair of shoes to a sketchy pawn shop before finally getting back to his journey...
By his calculations, if he he walks all day, it should only be two more sleeps before he gets to his destination, so he sets out to travel as efficiently as possible. He doesn't have the money to rent a cart, or the skill to ride a borrowed horse, but, he does have some fancy new walking shoes and a renewed sense of purpose. No more meandering through fields looking for flowers, napping in the shade, or scanning the ground for cool rocks.. He's going to focus this time!
......After a few hours, he comes across a broken down carriage in the middle of the road, with few people surrounding it, seemingly stuck trying to repair a wheel or something. It's hard to discern from afar..
Maybe if he helps them, he could get a free ride.. or some coins.. or make a new lifelong friend! Who knows? Possibilities flood his mind, this is what adventuring is all about! Wandering into interesting situations and making the most out of them!! .. But, then he recalls his previous oath.. he's supposed to focus today and not allow himself to sidetracked.. And who says he has the skills to help anyway? It could always just be a waste of time... Hmm...
What should he do?
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Additional Information
the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has
#paventure posting#poll#polls#choose your own adventure#GHWOOPPPs yeah it's been an entire month basically since the last one ghj.. I said I was trying to get back on schedule.. idk what happened#I guess I initially thought that april would be a less busy month but then it actually ended up being MORE busy with a ton of appointments#and stuff so then I had like no time. on top of trying to get a lot of other stuff done... so.. eughhh#I DO STILL want to keepon track of this more though. I want to at least get him to the abandoned castle so he can complete#his quest. I think like. the first poll a lot of people seemed to like and care about and participate in so it was kind of like 'oh! cool!#it can be a fun collaborative story with a lot of people!' but then gradually less people participate or care so then I kind of allow mysel#to slack with it as well liike 'oh its fine if I miss a day or two here and there' which then turns into a month when I have other stuff#to do lol. Because it does still take time. like maybe 2 hours to put a post together. even if the art and writing is relatively rushed and#quick. Especially since polls are not editable once posted so half the time is just proofreading the post and tags 15 times#just to make super sure there's no errors or etc. lol.. But trying to clear two hours of time during an already hectic day for something#that generally speaking very few people are engaged with or care about at all when it's meant to be interactive (like with normal art#or costumes or other stuff I do - low interaction doesnt bother me since that's not the point/it's not as relevant. but with an actual poll#you do want like.. the most poeple possible to vote on it etc. lol) so it's like.. ehhh#I was originally thinking like 'oh i could do this for an entire year and tell like a whole story and it'd be cool to see where it ends#up eventually after so long and the community kind of choosing the direction of everything!' but now its like 'well people care significant#ly less about the following polls than they did the first one so maybe not As Big Of A Thing but I do at least want to finish the current#thing going on' etc. I mean if in the next few posts it becomes More Of A Thing then it's very fluid. I could do it for longer#but with the way things are looking it's like. is it worth the time investment when i ALSO have 800 other creative projects I'm meant to be#working on?? etc. etc. ANYWAY though.. Still there will probably be at least 10 or however many more since there's still like 1-2 more days#before he even gets to the castle plus then doing things AT the place.#I want to continue his journey!!!!! I also have just felt sick and weird and so unfocused for a while eughhh.. sorry#OO I almost forgot about his injury from the fight. i had to just add it in the last moment lol.. SEE this is why I proofread 100 times#I can't edit polls so they have to be Correct the first time.. ueghhh
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it is 2:09 am and i have Finished my paper draft
#sasha speaks#i hit 12 pages. respectable#proofreading and formatting the citations in the morning when i wake up...#and then hopefully i can turn in something halfway decent by noon#and then. i'm DONE (for now)#(i still have one more paper. technically. but i got a much more generous extension on that one. so i'm not in a rush just yet#and boy could i use a break after this...)#anyway. TO BED
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bro I literally forgot to write a conclusion for my essay??? đđ
#okay listen for CONTEXTTTT#I had my entire essay written out except for the conclusion#but I was like âlemme just format all this in mla and list all the citations and write out the ones I don't have citations forâ#âand do the title and glossary and all and THEN do my conclusionâ#since all the formatting and such is pretty exact and needs to be precise#whereas the conclusion eh I can rush through a bit more when I'm close to the deadline#oh also this is all happening half an hour before the deadline đ#so I finish the formatting but it is like 11:55 and I am so stressed and the formatting took sm time#that I both forgot about the conclusion and didn't have enough time for it anyways#so I finish immediately submitted it#and yup that baby was submitted raw no proofreading đ#and I only realizing twenty minutes later I didn't actually write the stupid conclusion GAHHHHH#salmaspeaks
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100% real genuine footage from this morningâs editing session
#writing#short story#my proofreader is an absolute Angel and they do not deserve my constant bullshit#(also shout out to them for catching I for some reason keep misspelling âtheâ of all things)#thatâs what you get when you type in a rush I suppose#writblr
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mdni â minors be gone.
cw: mentions of stomach bulge.
big dick simon 'ghost' riley who is obsessed with how cockdrunk you get easily.
simon finds it so fucking adorable how stupid you get from just a slightest bit of his cock. whether it's in your mouth, in your hand, inside of you, or even the bare sight of it gets you aboustely dripping. it's so pathetically cute.
right now, you are on your bed, sprawled out, simon on top of you, prying your thighs apart to see that delicious cunt of yours that he just knows is absolutely fucking soaked for him.
and he was right. it's so wet, pratically begging for his cock, and he was gonna answer those poor begs. he knows how big he is, so he eases himself inside of you. he pushed the tip in, and you were already a mess.
it was always like this, stupid before he even gets to fuck you probably. he smirks at the way your eyebrows furrow, and he takes it upon himself to slowly push himself into you a little further and, when he was only halfway there, then began your tears.
he was so used to this. this is when you became properly stupid, stage two he calls it in his head. it when you start blabbering about nonsense, sobbing about how he's too big and that it won't fit - even though you two know damn well it is. it always does.
however, during this part you tense up so he has to coo you and rub your clit to make your tight hole ease up a bit. he pushes himself into you while you were lost from the pleasure of his thumb swipes left and right against your clit.
he kept going until he was balls deep inside your sloppy cunt, balls pressed right against your ass. you gasp and your gaze averts to the obvious stomach bulge in stomach.
it was enough to get you both going and it always does. just seeing simon's cock shape imprinted in your stomach drives you both haywire.
simon starts moving his hips back and forth, taking in the way your pussy takes him so fucking well, moaning just as loud as you are. he moves his hand away from your clit to the stomach bulge in your stomach. he traces it and admires the way it disappears and reappears with each movement of his hips. it was like claiming you in the best way possible, that way being rearranging your poor guys.
the loud squelching of your pussy along with the smell of sex quickly filled the room. he grabs your hand and makes you reach your hand down to touch the bulge in your stomach.
"you feel that? yeah, that's me. buried inside of your filthy, wet pussy."
you moan at his words and the way his cock was ramming into you sends you into a tidal wave of pleasure. you grip onto the sheets and simon rubs your clit to help guide you through your bliss.
simon didn't slow down his thrusts though. his orgasm was close to approaching so no way was he stopping now. you whine from the overstimulation, tears staining your cheeks now as the pleasure slowly began to get overwhelming.
"s-si!! too much!! s-slow down!!" you managed to choke out the best you can through tears and mind-blanking pleasure.
"i know. m'close, you think you squirt this time? cmon... just one more..."
you wince as his thumb rubs your clit faster the pleasure making your mind numb. god, he loves it when you look like this. in your own little world of pleasure. he pushes his cock in and out of you and rubs your clit side to side until you both of your orgasms come crashing over you. simon's buried deep inside of you while yours drenched the bedsheets and his cock along with your thighs.
he pulls out of you over you and your pussy makes a lewd squelch along with a soft pop as his tip pull pulls out of you. he watches his seed drip out of you, leaking over your pussy and ass.
"made a mess. be right back with a towel."
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about me + rules.
omds this was so rushed i'm gonna cry and even the proofread is shitty.
#đđđđđđđđđđđ đ#ghost#ghost smut#ghost x you#ghost x reader#cod ghost#cod ghost smut#cod ghost x you#cod ghost x reader#simon ghost#simon ghost smut#simon ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley#simon riley smut#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader
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HORNY BRAINROT.
â includes: aged up! various characters from bnha
â warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread
thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.
sucking on eijirouâs cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.
always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat â he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 heroâs patrols.
sometimes hitoshi canât sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. heâll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though youâre in a dream, rarely waking up â occasionally heâll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.
keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.
despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. heâll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, heâll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, heâll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.
speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.
i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hantaâs on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while heâs thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denkiâs fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hantaâs cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.
despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. heâll sigh shakily, hissing out, âahâ god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!â but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. itâs confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.
drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; heâll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (itâs also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.
dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whateverâs in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, âshh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? donât want any of the staff coming in, right?â
sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.
being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. âoh, youâre so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.â if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, âwatch yourself cumâ or âif you look away, iâll stop pounding youâ
shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.
sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know heâs busy. heâs always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what heâs gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or heâll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.
phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good â he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. heâll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, heâll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).
god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his âus vidsâ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. âso pretty, god damn.â as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. youâre a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time heâs cumming, youâre begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if youâre okay.
food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug â âtamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.â
#kurooh#bnha smut#mha smut#mha x reader#bnha x reader#shinsou x reader#shinsou smut#kirishima smut#kirishima x reader#dabi smut#dabi x reader#hawks smut#hawks x reader#deku smut#bakugou smut#bakugou x reader#deku x reader#amajiki x reader#amajiki smut#sero smut#denki x reader#denki smut#todoroki smut#todoroki x reader
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#ughhhh i started writing a quick bro / dave for todays date but im def not gonna finish in 45 minutes nooooo#its my ki.nk and i wanted to savour what i was writing by dragging it out hffffffff#wish i thought to start it before last night ughhhhh#but ughhhhhhhh dudeeeee its hapeninggggggggggg#god im so fucking thorsty for it#no one writes it the way i want it#and now ive gone and made it silly by trying to do it for today#but i cant just take those parts out bc they're so... baked... into the plotline#hfffffffff why didnt i just make this its own thing ughhhhhh (bc dave would never wanna do that sober thats why)#hffffffffffff screams#writing sm. ut is so time consuming for me#(tbh writing is on its own lol)#but to write. my fave thing. for the first time. its a lot of pressure for a fic that was supposed to be a quick joke#bro ended up being fucking smitten as hell too bc thats how i feel abt this ki. nk lmao#i dont think im even gonna get hi tonight lmao its okay a holiday doesnt mean shit when its something i do on the reg#im so tired hhhhh im just wasting more time typing out more tags bc im too tired to write fic words lol ugh#delete later / /#maybe i will so i can just go the fuck to sleep rn and write more when im more awake. date be damned. im not finishing in 30 mins lol#and even if i did finish in 30 mins i sure as hell aint proofreading and posting within 30 mins#ok yeah gonna get ready for bed and set the writing down for when im not gonna write something rushed ill regret and have to undo later
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AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! - G.S.
Synopsis. When your sugar daddy just isnât paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fĂşcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.
Pairing. Rich boy! Gojo Satoru x Sugar baby! Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, jealous Satoru, crĂŠampie, dirty talk, manhandling, marking, Satoruâs dad is not really present, oral (female receiving), overstim, mĂĄsturbation (male), thigh riding, cĂşmplay, Satoru is really really down bad and filthy for you, CEOâs son! Gojo, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 8.1k
A/N. Will proofread later, lowkey scared to post this, but I just wanted it out of my mind. And in my mind, Satoruâs dad is FINE asl so-
The first time you meet Gojo Satoru is when youâre all dolled up for his father.Â
Designer dress just a bit too tight, running on a few too many shots of tequila, wanting to be anywhere but at this stuffy gala. Everything was too bright - too polished.
And it really didnât help that no matter how many scathing looks or whispers that followed you, you just had to be here - it was in your contract, after all. Because luckily for you, you just so happened to be the infamous little plaything hanging off the arm of the head of Gojo Corporations.
Well, usually. Right now your sugar daddy was too busy entertaining his business partners, leaving you off to the side, praying for something - anything - to save you from this-
âDamn if Iâd come to these shitty galas a lot more often if it meant Iâd get to see a beauty like you.â
You jolt out of your bored little reverie, eyes immediately snapping up to meet the tall man suddenly in front of you. When did he even get so close?Â
You canât help but drink him in from head to toe, from the overpriced, slightly-disheveled suit to the tiny dimple at the end of his mischievous grin. Strangely familiar white locks fell effortlessly to curtain his eyes. Eyes that were a startling blue - the kind of blue that had your cheeks flaring and knowing exactly who this was.Â
Oh.
At your silence, he tilts his head with the air of someone that owns this entire venue and everything in it because, well, he did. Twinkling gaze searing into your skin as it roams appreciatively all over your body, plowing on, âThough, you look like youâre on the verge of an aneurysm around these old coots.â
You sigh, pinching your nose at the curious glances around you. Not even able to find it in yourself to put on that plastic smile anymore, âOh yâknow, just soaking up my popularity with the masses after being stranded here.â
âOh? Here with anyone?â
âYeah.â you blurt out, âYour father.â
You watch in amusement as Satoruâs mouth falls into a delicate oh! eyes flickering over his shades between you and the handsome man on the other end of the venue, oblivious and fully enjoying himself in the company of his secretary. A bit too much without you.Â
âYâknowâŚâ he starts, shaky and sounding only half the insufferable heir he was before, âI would say thatâs a hilarious version of a âyour momâ joke but youâre actually serious, arenât you?â
âMhm. Though it would make a good punchline, huh?â You huff out a laugh at the way he was suddenly less of a smooth-talking playboy and more of a lost puppy. The gears turning in his head as he processes that oh shit you were the sweet lilâ thing his dadâs been suddenly rushing off to meet straight after work. And the reason why all those old fossils here were clutching their pearls in scandal.
He just didnât expect you to be thisâŚgorgeous. And for the first time in forever, heâs suddenly so intrigued.
Because ah, you shouldâve known better than to think that this little hiccup would deter the infamous Gojo Satoru. No, in fact that million-dollar smirk only makes its way back onto his unfairly pretty face, like heâs about to spill the juiciest gossip of the century. Â
âSo youâre the latest armcandy my olâ man has picked up, huh? I hafta say, dear old dad has good taste.â he muses, stepping in close enough that his expensive cologne makes your head spin. âWhy donât you and I ah-â You follow Satoruâs gaze to where he was staring at the way his father was now making a beeline through the crowd. Straight for the two of you.Â
âGotta run before I get my share of the company revoked.â he flashes you a quick smile, fulling intent on saving his fatherâs delicate ego. But not before leaning down to whisper in your ear, âBut jusâ saying,â voice a pretty little purr, âI wouldnât ever leave you standing here so alone and gorgeous, princess.â
You can only stand there, reeling from the sheer audacity as he darts into the crowd with a wink, not caring if he stepped on a few too many overpriced coattails than necessary. Wondering whether this was some bizarre dream induced by too much tequila and not enough common sense.
âHi, sweetheart. Investors held me up, you know how it is. Having fun, huh?â A toned arm wraps around your waist as your sugar daddy finally arrives by your side. And as he went on about his latest business branch, only two thoughts ring through your mind - 1. You were seriously reconsidering this arrangement. And 2. This was going to be interesting.Â
And oh was it interesting.Â
Because Satoru always managed to find you, wherever you were. No matter if it was another droning function or a chance meeting at the sprawling Gojo Estate, Satoru always swooped in whenever his father was too busy for you. Which, fortunately for Satoru, happened to be a lot. Â
Hell, he seemed to find you even when you least wanted him to. Like that time he had to drag you away mid-argument with a particularly rude one of his snobby aunts. That was not a fun family reunion.Â
All unabashed confidence and pretty smiles where his father was cold, cold calculation. Ready with a smart mouth to bicker with you and bright eyes that seemed to linger on you a bit too long. But you didnât mind - why would you? Because all things considered, Satoru was a very attractive man. Sure, his father was extremely handsome, too - in a clean-cut, DILF-y way, in fact. But his son was dangerously attractive.
So much so that sometimes when he swept you away from insufferable galas to talk, some strange little part of you wished it was him that you came here with instead. Just for a second.Â
âSo, what do you see in my father anyway? His company?â Satoru asked you one day. Draping himself over his cool office desk, so comically out of place in the stiff corporate room. Legs kicking in the air as he waits for your response.
You tear your eyes away from the way his biceps were straining so deliciously against his snug button-up to deadpan, âI mean, I am his sugar baby after all, Satoru.â
âBut think about it,â he whines, batting those long lashes at you. Fully intent on driving you as dangerously close to a stroke as possible before his father finishes up an important business meeting. One that he missed - whoops. âThereâs close to nothing redeemable about the man. His idea of a family bonding activity is a PowerPoint presentation on quarterly earnings.â
âSatoru.â  Â
âAnd either way- Iâm getting the company in a few years, would ya be my sugar baby then, princess?â
Ah, there it was.Â
Itâs been a few weeks of knowing Satoru, and those little comments still made your head spin. Second-guessing the nature of this strange littleâŚfriendship? You didnât even know anymore. Because yeah there mightâve been a few, stupid little lingering touches - like a trace on your hips, or your hand firmly in his as he led your (temporary) escape from another lonely gala. But those meant nothing, right?
âNah, Iâd poison you and take over the company instead.â
âHey!â
Well, whatever, he was just your sugar daddyâs son. His sharp-mouthed, dangerously handsome son that just couldnât seem to leave you alone. Not that you were complaining, really. Your relationship with his father was not exactly exclusive - you already knew that secretary of his was a bit suspiciously close - but thatâs all heâll ever be. Right?
Or, well, thatâs what you stupidly thought.Â
It wasnât until one night late in the Gojo Estate, cursing those ridiculously long hallways, that you get an inkling of exactly how wrong you were.Â
âUgh, fucking rich people.â you mutter under your breath, wandering around trying to find whether the fuck the bathroom was. Because it doesnât matter how many companies and businesses Gojo senior ran, the man still sucked at directions. You hiss, rubbing the tiny bruise on your neck - and aftercare too, clearly, even though that was in that damn contract. Something about an urgent business call with his secretary. Ugh.Â
After three wrong doors, a trip around the in-home planetarium (seriously, who even needed that?), and chugging a full water bottle from the third kitchen in exhaustion, you finally find yourself walking towards what hopefully looked like the bathroom.
Hand reaching for the doorknob to swing it open. Ah, this better be the one or so help you-
Now, Satoru thinks heâs died and gone to heaven. And you - hair mussed, and dazed, standing there in nothing but a large button-up, falling just below your panties - looked like a sinfully beautiful lilâ demon here to lure him into hell. And oh how gladly heâd go if it means he got to see this ethereal view more often.Â
âAh! Wha- Sato-âÂ
You donât even know if you want to scream or not - torn between taking in the sculpted chest smushed against your face and not wanting to alert security downstairs. Reeling backward you drink in the sight before you and God how you wish you didnât - it wasnât too good for your heart.Â
Satoruâs hair was tousled, droplets of water glistening on his hair like diamonds. Skin soft and damp and smelling so delicious. Bathroom light bouncing off his rippling muscles, pecs flexing, as his strong arms reach out to steady you as you reel backwards.Â
Traitorously, your eyes snake across his sculpted body. Dipping below once. Twice. Cheeks flaring as a pang of disappointment hits you at the damp towel wrapped around that slutty torso. Wondering whatâs underneath-
âYâshould take a picture, it lasts longer.â Satoru grins, like the shameless bastard he is. Though he wasnât in any better state - eyes flickering between you and any sliver of exposed skin his eyes could reach.Â
âI should be saying the same to you.â you mutter, caught red-handed, shuffling your feet in embarrassment.Â
Satoru lets out a low chuckle as he pulls you closer minutely, presence practically enveloping you. âOh, me?â he says, voice dropping to a husky murmur. Thumb tracing that little spot on your neck, âSâhard not to when yâlook so appetizing.â
And you donât even try to pull away because fuck this is Satoru and he looks so good - so warm under your fingertips, even when you jolt at the realization of what exactly he was talking about. Your hand coming up to cover that tiny mark left on your skin from not-too-long ago. A shameful little reminder that this was his son.Â
You grapple for some - any - sense of normalcy. Warning, âFlattery wonât get you anywhere, Satoru.â
He leans down impossibly, quirking an eyebrow. Both amusement and something unreadable flashing across his face. âOh, but itâs got my father somewhere?â
âWhy? Jealous?â
âYes.â
You startle, taken aback by the blunt confession. So direct and something so Satoru. The word hands in the hairâs breadth between you two now, sending your mind reeling. And you canât help but repeat, âJealous?â
âFucking yes.â There it was again.Â
But this time, Satoru plows on, voice barely above a whisper but ringing in the thick air. âJealous he gets to have you all to himself but still doesnât kiss you like you should be.â
âWhat do you-â
âYour lipstick.â he interrupts, swiping a thumb over your bottom lip, âWhyâs it as perfect as since you came in?â And, indeed, you realize with a jolt that no you really havenât been kissed the way you wanted - not enough to leave your make-up so sinfully ruined.Â
Minty breath fanning your face so dangerously now, and you barely even realize that youâre leaning into it, âIf it were up to me, princess, Iâd ruin that pretty lilâ lipstick of yours every chance I got.â
A delicious little shiver runs down your spine, head spinning at Satoru and his words and Satoru- And itâs all you can do to get out a shaky, âSo why donât you?â
And then heâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him - like neither of you had the strength nor the will to stop.Â
Satoru tasted just like candy, such an intoxicating sweetness that had you gasping as his soft tongue licked at the seam of your lips. Intertwining with yours as he breathes you in desperately. So sloppy. Such a sinful little mix of saliva and teeth and pure need.
His chest is soft under your greedy hands, lips searing against yours, and you could feel his hands wandering across every inch of skin they could find. Kissing you like heâll never be able to again because fuck he knows that he might just not.Â
Long fingers dance delicately underneath that shirt to feel- oh fuck, you werenât even wearing panties. Such a pretty lilâ slut and by God was he a goner.Â
Groaning into the kiss, he lets you loop your arms around his neck, hardened nipples rubbing against his abs as you tug on his damp hair. Honestly, fuck that thin shirt, Satoru thinks he might just pass out right here right now.
âS-Satoru.â you whisper against his lips, legs hiking up to grind your bare cunt against the throbbing erection straining against his towel. Already so wet from water or precum, you had absolutely no idea. You couldnât give less of a fuck in fact, needing to see if Satoruâs cock was as pretty as the rest of him right now. Hands urgently dipping below the hem, starting to tug and-
âHey, sweetheart. Did you find the bathroom?â
Shit. Fuck. Wonderful - perfect, in fact.
You wouldâve thought Satoru burned you with how quickly you pushed him away. Cheeks burning, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Almost slipping on the tile as you try to compose yourself at a safe distance - one that wouldnât end up with you jumping his bones again.Â
But all rational thoughts of that and your sugar daddy - Satoruâs father - almost go out the window once you take in the heavenly sight before you.Â
Satoruâs lips swollen, hair disheveled, towel hanging slightly too low off his hips. Giving you such a pretty peak of those tufts of snowy white hair at the bottom.Â
âW-we shouldnâtâŚâ you trail off, as the footsteps get louder and louder. Something prickly and uncomfortable pooling in your stomach with each beat.Â
Luckily for you, Satoru probably catches on to how you looked like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right now. Voice low and control as he agrees, âYeah, we probably shouldnât.â No care in the world for his steadily approaching father as he lazily adjusts his towel, a gesture so nonchalant yet distracting.Â
You swallow hard as he moves to walk past you, thinking that if this just so happened to be a dream then by God was it a good one. But of course - when has Satoru ever let you have it easy?
Because he stops abruptly in his tracks, fingers only ghosting the doorknob. Immediately turning back to walk to you with two, big steps, eyes gleaming, dimple flashing. And before you even know whatâs happening, his lips are on yours. Featherlight and fleeting. But so so addictive. Nipping at your bottom lip, savoring you on his tongue.
Itâs over before you know it, and a pathetic little disappointed whine leaves you as he pulls away. A smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he mutters lowly into yours, âYâlook prettier like this.â
Ah, you werenât happy to see him leave but how you loved watching him go. Bathroom light so pretty against all the dips and curves of his figure as he walked away. White hair reflecting the warm hue, muscles flexing, hips slightly swaying with such a slutty little confidence that only Satoru could have.Â
As you watch him disappear around the door, you almost forget the unwelcome visitor hot on your heels any second now and - wait - what was it that heâd said? âPrettier like thisâ?
Turning to the mirror and-Â
Oh. Shit.Â
You better have brought your make-up remover.
God, Satoruâs never ran to his room as fast as this since that time he was caught using his fatherâs elite golf clubs to play pool with Suguru.
Because as soon as that goddamn door is shut, heâs ripping his towel off. Letting it drop to the floor in a damp pile God-knows-where as he immediately fists his swollen cock.
With a groan, he leans against the shut door. Eyes scrunching in such sinful ecstasy as he squeezes the base, pulsing and so achingly hard for you. A warning and a reprimand. Shit, how the fuck did he get this hard just from kissing your pretty lilâ lips?
Ah, whatever, right now he doesnât have the patience nor the sanity to think too hard about it. Smearing the precum beading at his weeping tip, wetting his palm so sloppily.Â
Neat little crescents searing into his skin where youâd grabbed him before, only thing on his mind - how would you do it?
Would you ease him into it? Or would you start up a hasty, desperate little pace like he was doing right now? Shallow, quick tugs on his thick cock like you wanted to milk him deliciously.Â
Satoruâs hand was cold on his angry, hot cock. And with how many times heâs slipped his into yours, he knew yours would feel better around him. Both hands wrapped around his cock but still not covering all of it. So soft and warm, your nails scraping gently across his throbbing veins.Â
âShit. Hngh-â he breathes out, voice almost-pathetic, âJ-jusâ like that, princess.âÂ
And what would you say? Tell him to shut up and just take it? Would you whisper into his ear as you let him fuck himself into your pretty fists? âSo hard nâ big all fâme?â Satoruâs knees buckle at the thought, hand speeding up. âYâlook so pretty like this, yâknow.â
Slam! Palm slamming against the poor drawer beside him hard enough to make its legs tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing.Â
But oh his fist doesnât stop. No, he doubts he ever will - not that strong of a man to keep himself from getting off so filthily to the image of you standing at the doorway of the bathroom. You looked so ethereal - Satoru couldnât help but imagine how even more sinful youâd look if he was the one done with you. Shit, you wouldnât even be able to stand if he had his way.Â
âF-fuck, princess. Mâgonna ruin you, gonna fuck you till you donât know anything but mâname.â
He grips tighter on the base, thumbing under his slit in a way he knows your devious little hands would do. Fucked-out little grunts leaving his swollen lips each time his fingers meet his flushed tip.
âAh- Ngh, fuck.â he mutters hoarsely, letting out a low, broken little call of your name. âMore. Need more, princess.â He wanted you so badly that it hurt.
What the fuck did that sleazy old man have that he didnât? And that little bite? That would be nothing compared to what Satoru would do if he got his hands on you. Yeah, he thinks, body shuddering violently, heâd mark you up till everyone knows youâre his. Leave bites that peak out from your collar, all the way down to your pretty thighs.
âYâbelong with me pretty, could fuck you so much better.â Sweat drips from his brow, splashing onto his erratic fist. Thighs quivering, heart pounding wildly in his chest.Â
Satoru would almost be embarrassed by how desperate he was acting if he was in any better state of mind. Head only filled with you, and your hand and you-
And fuck for the sake of his sanity he canât even begin to imagine how it would feel inside your pretty lilâ cunt. All he can think of is the way youâd keen so prettily, mewling out a little, âOh sâtoo big.âÂ
Would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you milk his cock? Or would he have to ram his dick into you, because shit as much as he loves that bitchy mouth, it would look so much better gasping and stuttering as he fucks you dumb.Â
âOh yeah.â he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. âSuch a good lilâ slut fâme. Taking mâso well.âÂ
God his hand was so sloppy on his dick that he didnât even know what he was doing anymore. Just wanting to fuck you and have you do this fâhim.Â
Ah, your plushy walls would suck him in so nicely. One hand speeds up on his cock, while the other reaches down to cradle his balls. Tugging and pulling at the same jerky rhythm they would smack your ass while he stuffs you full.Â
So much better than any other sugar daddy ever could. Oh how Satoru would love to mess up your pretty pussy and your lipstick. Heâd fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on if he could.
And youâd be able to do nothing but gasp and whimper into his lips, cockdrunk and dazed, âShit shit shit- Toru mâgonna - Hah- Wanna cum. Please wanâ cum-â Oh how heâd burn down this entire fucking world to hear you call him that.Â
âFuck,â he curses, bucking into his fist, tight balls twitching so sensitively. âFuck...fuck fuck fuck. Mâgonna cum- shit- gonna cum, princess.â
âCum fâme, Toru. Fill me up with yâcum- wanna take all of it.â
And then heâs cumming.Â
A ragged, raw moan of your name leaving his lips. Thick, hot ropes of cum that should be painting your pussy white - but, alas, heâs spilling into his fist so shamefully. And amongst the stars behind his eyes heâs sees you - you you you-
You, fucking your cunt deeper onto his cock to take every drop of his cum. You, whispering sweet little praises as his seed gushes down your thigh, telling him that oh heâs doing so well, and heâs the best boyfriend ever and you already want more-
You, at the arm of his father.
Shit, he needs to shower. Again.Â
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Ever since that little incident that night, everything changed.Â
At this point, you didnât even feel that usual little bitterness whenever your sugar daddy canceled for some urgent business. And, well, it made you blush to admit but you found yourself heading over to the Gojo Estate more and more frequently, often just to catch a glimpse of Gojo - or a quick kiss in the stuffy broom closet. Whichever left you more time to run away from looming security and his father.Â
But that was exactly the problem.Â
Because no matter how thick the tension lingering in the air between you two was, nothing had gone past heated kisses and touches. Either you were brought back to reality with the possibility of being arrested for indecent exposure at those galas, or someone just had to interrupt. Seriously, with how many times Satoru has had to pay off his poor personal assistant, youâve been wondering whether he actively seeks you two out.Â
And it really didnât help that Satoru always tasted so goddamn delicious. Fingers searing on your skin, cologne heavy in the heady air, it was hard to keep your hands to yourself.Â
But, hey, desperate times bring devious measures.
Which is why you were here right now - sinking into the plushiest bed at the Gojo Estate, clad in your delicate light blue lingerie. One that was custom-made in this specific shade of blue. Because while your sugar daddy preferred you in red, youâre sure he wouldnât mind you using his credit card for other ulterior motives, right?Â
You just hoped that Satoru would just so happen to get a peak when you sneak out to use the bathroom later. What would he say? Would he like it? Would his eyes roam over your body, fingers twiddling with the flimsy lace?
But more importantly - would it be enough to make him break? Even if just a little bit?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Youâre startled out of your little whirlwind thoughts by knocking on the door. Steady, and matching your racing heart. Ah, Satoruâs father, you hastily get up to fix your hair.
âYo, princess, are you naked or can I come in? Or can I come in when youâre naked?â
That wasnât your sugar daddy.Â
Not even thinking of your current outfit anymore, you rush to throw the heavy wooden doors open to see that, yes, it really was Satoru standing at the door. All bright grins and flushed cheeks as he drinks you in. Brows raising as his eyes move down from your face once. Twice. Thrice.Â
Success.Â
âWhatâre you doing here, Satoru?â you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. Trying to hold back the smirk threatening to curl your lips at the way he gulps.
âUh- My fatherâs off to some urgent b-business.â he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck. âTold me to tell you heâs sorry and wishes you the breas- best.â
Oh.Â
Well, it wouldnât be the first time Satoruâs father has canceled on you. But it would be the first time that heâs canceled on you so conveniently enough to leave you alone with his unfairly hot son. Now, you couldnât let the opportunity go to waste, right?
You lean slightly against the door, body ghosting Satoruâs, teasing him, âWell, when is my dear sugar daddy coming back from his business? Tell him I miss him.â
Itâs a joke - and both of you probably know it. But that doesnât stop Satoruâs brows furrowing ever-so-slightly, suddenly a different man from the flustered one he was just a few seconds ago as he mutters, âI donât think heâll be back tonight.â
âAww, must be some important business.âÂ
He clenches his jaw aggressively at that, gritting out a clipped little, âYou do know that âbusinessâ of his is his secretary right?â
âI know. What a shame, right? Guess Iâll just have to go home nâ wait for him then?â you mockingly sigh - God, someone give you an Oscar. Moving to close the door in Satoruâs face, only to be stopped by a large hard smacking into the doorframe - as you knew it would.Â
âYouâre fucking crazy if you think Iâm gonna let you come out looking like that and let you go home without tearing it to shreds.â
And thatâs all that is said before his lips are on yours.
The door is slamming shut before you know it, and youâre shoved against it. Satoruâs lips such a sloppy mix of teeth and spit. Hands just everywhere - cradling your cheek, teasing your nipples through your bra, running down to squeeze and grope your ass. He just couldnât get enough of you.Â
Fuck twiddling with the lace, Satoru seemed well and fully intent to rip it off of you. And youâd let him. Just like he was letting you shove his overpriced button-up down his toned shoulders. Soft little rips sounding in the heady air at the urgency but neither of you could give less of a fuck.Â
All you could think of is the way Satoru was so pretty and muscled. Drinking in all the dips and curves of pale skin underneath your fingertips.Â
âFuck, princess. Chose this color on purpose, huh?â his fingers dive under the hem of your bra, âWanted to drive me crazy, mm?â
âY-yes, Satoru.â you gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. âWanted you to look at it. Got it custom-made all fâyou.â words muffled as he sucks on your tongue. Satoru was always such a messy kisser, licking at the seam of your lips and intertwining his tongue with yours with no shame or shyness. A delicate trail of drool already starting at the corner of your mouth.Â
Ah, it was too much for him. Satoru almost thinks he could cum in his pants right now at your sinful little admission.Â
Which is why he pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, letting out a broken little hum of appreciation into your skin. âThought so.â
And then your braâs hitting the floor, tits spilling out into the cold bedroom air. But only for a split-second because Satoruâs immediately groping each and every inch of skin he can find.Â
âLook so fucking beautiful like this.â Rolling your swollen nipples between two fingers as he mutters - more to himself than you, âWas gonna let him see you in this slutty lilâ thing, too?â leaning down to tongue lazily little circles on one nipple. Words muffled as he wraps his lips so prettily around your tit - tugging, just grazing with his teeth, âMatching my eyes, huh? Fuckinâ gonna be the death of me shit-â
Satoru was insatiable. Wanting all of you all at the same time. And you follow his line of sight to see him locked on your dripping cunt - soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Clenching around nothing as his pretty pink lips fall into a soft oh! at the sight.Â
Like a madman, he immediately drops to his knees. But you donât think he even feels the pain as he bites down on the hem of your wet panties. Looking up at you with dazed eyes - miles away.Â
Breath ghosting your quivering cunt, tugging lightly with his teeth, âNext time, Iâm gonna be the one buying you these.â
Then heâs pulling - tearing your drenched panties to shreds. Grinning so devilishly around it as he gets his first sight of your pretty pussy. Oh you were so perfect for him. So mouthwateringly wet.Â
âShit, princess. Canât believe you were fucking holdinâ out on me.â he muses in wonder, eyes wide at the way your sloppy pussy was glistening in the dim lighting.Â
âYou were the one that-â
And usually, Satoru loves hearing you run your mouth, but this time heâs shutting you up by diving face-first into your dripping cunt. Cute little mewls leaving you as he presses so shamefully deep that his nose was against your throbbing clit, rubbing languidly as he licks a thick stripe up your swollen folds.Â
And then it was like something snapped.Â
Because one taste of you and Satoruâs going wild. Throwing a leg over his shoulder to lick more desperately all all over your cunt, lapping up all the juices that gush out of you. Already so addicted because shit you were so much sweeter than in his dreams.Â
âAh! Hngh- please.â you mewl, as he wraps his glossy lips around your swollen clit. All you get is a feral little grunt, his jaw parted, eyes looking like heâs on cloud nine as starts to suck harshly. Filthy little squelches filling the air as Satoru rolls his tongue across your clit. âFeels, sâgood, Satoru.â
But your cute little whines turn into one of disappointment as Satoru pulls away ever-so-slightly. âCall mâToru.â he slurs.
And he doesnât waste any more time, tongue swishing in his mouth to spit on you once. Twice. Missing ever so slightly, and splattering on your thigh. You flinch, gasping out a breathless little, âToru!â
âOh shit, princess. Yeah- say mâname jusâ like thatâ he groans, ragged and raw. The last thing out of his mouth before heâs squeezing his soft tongue into your snug cunt. Dipping into your sloppy hole in and out in and out in and-
âHe ever made you feel this good?â he moans into your cunt, the vibrations making you fuck yourself deeper into his unrelenting tongue.Â
âW-what?â
âHe ever made you feel this good? Cum so hard you see stars?â
You gasp out a pathetic little sob, âN-no. Want to- Wanâ you to make me cum, Toru. Make me cum around your tongue.â
And, well, what his girl wants - then sheâs going to get. Because Satoruâs lapping at your cunt even more greedily than before.Â
Stretching you out, breathing you in, looking up at your cute expression through his long lashes. Already so fucked-out for him.Â
Nose rubbing purposefully in small circles on your clit. Fucking you with his tongue the way he wants to with his cock and he didnât give a fuck if he suffocated in-between your thighs - he fucking loved it.Â
âHngh- shit shit shit yes!â your nails are digging into Satoruâs scalp at this point. The only thing steadying yourself to prevent you from collapsing onto the ground. And you really canât help but angle his head just right so that his tongue curls against that one spot inside your plushy walls.Â
Thankfully, he gets the memo. Because Satoruâs letting out a strangled little grunt at being so used by you as you drag your cunt across his pretty mouth. Body jerking into his as he hits that spot over and over-
âT-Toru- hah!â thighs quivering, Satoruâs grip bruising as he holds you up. âMâm gonna-â Your plushy walls sucking him up, thighs squeezing around his face.Â
âMhm?â
âCum! Mâgonna cum- ah- fuck fuck fuck-â
He groans huskily into your cunt. Throwing his head back ever-so-slightly to let your slick slide down his throat - greedily waiting for more that was to come. âThen show me how you cum, mâgirl. Cum all over my tongue.â
And then you are - all over Satoruâs pretty face. And fuck he doesnât think youâve ever looked prettier. Holding his head in place as you rock your hips into his waiting mouth, letting him drink you in so greedily. Clamping down on his tongue like you were trying to milk him.Â
And if you were in any better state of mind, youâd notice the delirious little heart eyes that Satoru was giving you, your cunt firm on his face and swollen lips letting out such pretty whines of his name. Toru Toru Toru - like a prayer as you fucking use him for your high.Â
Ah, he could stay like this forever, he thinks. But no, an empty house and you all wet nâ pretty for him means thereâs too much more to do.Â
Which is why heâs pulling away, your slick decorating his lips so prettily. Smeared across the bottom half of his face and dripping onto the hardwood floor in a maddening little drip! drip! drip!Â
And Satoru knows, with the way you watch him so intensely, mouth parted, eyes glossy. Which is why he runs a thumb along his mouth, pooling your juices on his fingers and popping them into his mouth. One by one.Â
Your jaw drops a little in disbelief as Satoru licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste. Oh he was ruining you without even touching you.Â
âNot enough, princess.â he chuckles. âCâmon, gimme a kiss.â
And, really, how could you ever say no to that face? Because youâre pulling him to you as soon as Satoru stands to his full height. Capturing his lips in such a sloppy, filthy kiss - forcing you to taste yourself and you half-lucidly wonder whether Satoru loved the taste almost as much as you because it was so him.
Bodies so close that your dripping cunt was seeping into his unfairly tight shirt. Forming a lewd little dark patch when Satoru lifts you effortlessly to guide you to the bed. Tongue still entwining obscenely with yours as he splays you out on the soft mattress for him. Drinking in that adorable lilâ shock on your face as you bounce on the bed, so drunk off of him that you didnât even realize he was taking you to the bed.Â
âShit, yâlook the prettiest like this, princess. Sâa wonder mânot fucking passing out right now.â he hisses into your lips.
âToru-â you whine, and shit the way his cock jumps at the mere sound of your voice makes you think that this will be a little trick youâre using more often. âWanâ your cock sâbad. Wanna-â
You donât even have the patience to finish the sentence before youâre fumbling with his belt. Something hefty and overpriced but you canât possibly think about that right now because fuck you get the first sliver of milky skin.Â
Satoruâs thighs were so sculpted and thick. It made your mouth absolutely water to wonder what it would feel like to ride them to insanity.
âYâwanna ride my thighs? Fuck princess, you really are driving me crazy.âÂ
Shit had you said that out loud?Â
Ah, well, it doesnât matter because Satoruâs pulling his boxers down - so tight with his swollen cock, a dark patch right where his weeping head was. And you almost pout at losing the opportunity to take them off but oh how youâre distracted by the sinful sight before you.Â
Satoru was massive - so long and flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Shit, you were going to have to get a lingerie set in this color one of these days. He was achingly hard and throbbing, springing up to smear precum all over his abs.Â
And before you can even react, Satoruâs pulling you to him. Manhandling your pretty self so easily to straddle one, large thigh.Â
âOh- hngh, Toru.â you look up at him all doe-eyed and teary as he doesnât even wait for you to register whatâs all happening. Grip bruising on your hips as he rocks your hips so sluttily on his leg. âF-feels sâgood. Ah-â
âYeah? Yâlike it? Like getting yourself off like a lilâ slut on my thigh?â he groans into your ear, low and husky with need.Â
You nod wildly, sloppy pussy dripping all over his thigh, seeping into his skin as you grind your hips to meet his movements. âLike it sâmuch- ah-â
âMhm? Better than anything he could ever do?â
âYes yes yes, Toru-â you sob, cheeks burning as you realize that youâre humping him like a bitch in heat - but oh judging by the carnal little glint in his eyes, he liked it. Loved it, even. Because Satoru could feel the way your swollen folds spread to grind against him, clit pulsing so maddeningly against his skin. So filthy and messy as you used him to get yourself off. âSâmuch better- the best-â
He just didnât expect to feel a soft hand wrapping around his cock. Eyes flying open to see you - all glassy-eyed, and fucking yourself on his thigh - wrap a hand around his cock. Starting to move in shallow, unsteady little motions up and down his throbbing cock to get him off at the same time as you.
âWanâ you to cum, too, Toru.â
âOh fuck.â he grunts, letting his hips fuck up into your fist in mindless little motions. âYâdonât know what youâre doing to me.â
And with that his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips, forcing you to hold on for dear life as he drags your dripping cunt faster and faster across his thick. Movements erratic and frenzied now.Â
Of course, you were not one to be out-done.Â
Satoruâs precum spilling down your hand, your wrist now aching and wet, becoming so, so sloppy trying to get both yourselves off. But you still tighten your fist around his pulsing cock, desperately flying up and down his length. Pulling in quick, jerky motions to milk him for all heâs worth again and again and-
âYouâre so oh- good fâme, princess.â he hums. âYour hngh- hands are so p-pretty wrapped around my cock. So perfect for me.â Bucking his hips wildly to meet your hand now, fucking your fist with no shame. Pulling you harsher on his thigh. âSâsuch a shame you had to hah fuck- meet my father first. Iâd have been so much better.â
âToru!â you squeal as one hand moves deftly from your hips to draw quick, hasty little circles on your throbbing clit. The friction from his thigh and fingers too much to handle.Â
âIâd make you happier.â Your body is shaking now, hands messy and trembling around his swollen cock. âIâd make you laugh more and give you all mâtime.â You canât even look at him at this point, eyes scrunched close in ecstasy as Satoru whispers these maddening little phrases into your open mouth.Â
âIâd make you cum harder.â
Oh and then you are - tears in your eyes, body convulsing into his as you cum. And of course heâs smirking smugly as he watches you ride your high out on his thigh, brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. Not now. Not yet.Â
âSo, better than him or not?â
But shit was it hard.Â
Especially when you raise your pretty, barely-lucid eyes to meet his, whimpering out a soft little, âI donâ know yet, Toru. Gonna hafta stuff me full of your cock if you wanna know.â
And perhaps for the first time since you walked in on him after the shower that night, the great Gojo Satoru is taken aback. Eyes widening in surprise, kiss-bitten lips falling into a soft oh! of disbelief. But not for long - never for long - because a devilish little grin breaks out across his face immediately afterwards.Â
âShit, yâreally are perfect fâme, princess.â
With a low growl, Satoru is easily pulling your body - limp and boneless in his hands - to straddle his toned hips.Â
You let out a yelp at the feeling of his fat tip just kissing your swollen folds, dragging teasingly along them, collecting the slick beading out of your sloppy cunt. Back and forth-
âWhoâs got you feeling this way?â
âYou, Toru.â
And then heâs pushing in, swollen cock bullying into your snug pussy. Thumbs drawing steady little circles on your hips - yes to reassure you but also to fight off that feral little part of himself that just wants to stuff your pretty lilâ pussy full until his heavy balls smack your ass. Not even waiting for you to adjust.Â
But no. No, it was so much better when you were the one desperately trying to suck up his cock. Gasping and moaning out strangled little whimpers of his name as you sink yourself down on his throbbing dick. Inch by fucking inch.Â
âSâtoo big- Hngh! I-is it even halfway in?â you whimper out, and Satoru could almost laugh humorlessly as he tilts his head to glance downwards and shit- he was barely a quarter in.Â
âNo.âÂ
âF-fuckâ cute little tears streaking down your face now, thighs trembling, âToru, I-I donât think I can-â
âYou can. And you will.â Fucking up into you in short, rapid little jabs to squeeze himself deeper into your tight pussy. Shit, it was such a squeeze, you were milking the ever-loving soul out of him. And it only made him impossibly harder inside you, making you whine and grind down - torn between chasing the feeling of being so deliciously full and the sheer pressure. âShit, love when your pussyâs sucking me up so good.âÂ
One hand is on your hip, sliding you farther and farther down his cock, the other drawing urgent, quick patterns on your clit. Not even circles anymore because shit Satoru doesnât have the patience nor the sanity for that. Throbbing veins rubbing so sinfully against that one spot in your dripping cunt, splitting you apart to the same rhythm as the pulsing.Â
And as soon as your ass meets his heavy balls - already so wet with precum and slick - Satoru doesnât even know if heâs on planet Earth anymore. Mind spinning, he doesnât waste any time at all.Â
âFuck yes.â Satoru hisses, throwing his head back. âFucking finally.â He pulls his hips back, far enough that his angry, red tip is just kissing your sloppy entrance, surging forward, forward, forward- âYâdonât know how fucking long Iâve wanted this, princess. Needed this sâbad, so so bad you donât understand. Shit.â
And, hey, his girl deserved to be fucked dumb, right?
âNeeded this ever since I saw you at that goddamn gala.â he whispers into your lips, ragged and so fucked-out. Each word punctuated by a harsh, heavy thrust. Ones that have you keening and grasping Satoruâs broad back for support. Nails raking down his shoulders as his pace gets faster. More purposeful.
And you can do nothing but take it, barely even able to form any coherent sentences. So prettily sat on Satoruâs lap as he fucks into you, babbling sweet little nonsenses made for your ears only. âEver since I saw that murderous little glare you threw at those snobby guests.â
His balls smacking against your ass over and over. A quick, steady little tempo that you were losing your mind to. âEver since you let me take your hand and drag you away to that secret bar to take shots instead of champagne.â
You donât know whether youâre even crying at this point - all you know is that your cheeks are wet and your voice is broken as your let out a little, âF-fuck, Satoru- but your fa-â
âFuck that.â he whines, and you could almost laugh at the adorable pout that makes its way onto his face. And at that you can feel him jolt so deliciously, head snapping up to meet yours. âIâm the better one.â
And as if heâs trying to prove it to your cunt, heâs drilling into you faster. Harder. Hips burning now as he fucks you like some animal. Hitting that sweet spot over and over. âIâm the one with the personality and the looks.â Long fingers almost a blur on your clit as he matches his place. Cock hot, and throbbing inside you.Â
âIâm the heir, I get the company, too, if thatâs what you like.â Heâs bouncing you on his cock animalistically now. Hungry gaze taking in the way youâre sucking him up so well. âAnd Iâm funnier one, Iâm the one that should be by your side.â
You see stars behind your eyes at both the pleasure and sheer overstimulation as Satoru starts fucking your cunt as best he could without fucking breaking you - but, honestly, he didnât give a shit if you cried. He just wanted to stuff you full and have you cum harder than you ever have in your life.Â
âFuck- fuck yes mâgonna cum Toru- hngh.â You pull him closer to you, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of your neck. âM-make ah! Make me cum, fill me up please, Toru.â
You feel him shudder inside you, balls squeezing so painfully. Hips sloppy and absolutely soaked with precum and slick. âSh-shit, youâre not too good for mâheart. Ngh, f-fuck- I should be the one to make you cum. Over and over until you donât know what it feels like to not.â
âToru!â your eyes fly open, âYes yes yes- itâs you. Only you-â
Oh, like something snapped then Satoruâs surging forward to bite down on the crook of your neck. Hard. Youâd almost think he was out to draw blood. And then with a low groan, and one, harsh little thrust, Satoruâs cumming and cumming inside your pretty pussy. And you are too - back arching as you milk his cock through his high.Â
Fingers digging into your skin as he holds your hips to his, letting your cunt be filled up so sloppily. Pumping thick, hot ropes of seed that dribbled out of you each time he pumped his hips into yours. Fucking it deeper and deeper inside you.Â
And then youâre both collapsing, the exhaustion suddenly hitting the both of you as Satoru moves you both to lay on the mattress. Fuck, Satoru watches in wonder as his cum gushes out of you and forms a wet little pool on the expensive sheets as he starts to pull out. One round might just not be enough.Â
Yet not yet - he can feel his eyes drooping, muscles aching as he pulls your sticky body closer to his. And Satoru knows he should get up and wipe you both down. But right now, heâs too drunk off the heat of your body and that angry little bite on your neck. Distracted by the cute lilâ expression on your face, so tired and thoroughly fucked out. Fingers playing with his hair, looking at him with an expression so fond - just like in his dreams.Â
Nothing more is said. And all is quiet in your strange little heaven.Â
That is, until - âSo, princess. Wouldnât ya wanna be an heiress instead of a sugar baby?â
A/N. How we feeling???
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Omg could we see reader getting jealous of Sukuna having sec with his other concubines? And maybe liek the other concubine rubs it in readers face?
âđđ đđđđ. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (no comfort), suggestive \\ smut aspects. size difference. one tiny mention of reader being a crybaby. reader gets called âlittle one, bratâ \\ kunaâs an asshole! not proofread, excuse the grammar. no part 2. wc: 3.3k
youâve been away from the estate for three days; three days too long for the king of curses. so much had happened while you were away to take some well deserved restâa small vacation that sukuna had granted you because you needed it.
perhaps that was his first mistake. giving you permission to leave his side ended up being a bad decision. he hates that faint feeling in his chest, the feeling of missing something.
missing someone.
it couldnât be. sukuna doesnât have any weaknesses, and yet he can feel his body reacting to that unfamiliar emotion again. all because of youâ that one human who always succeeds to occupy his mind.
he couldnât let himself succumb to itâheâs not going to. sukuna is not going to let a mere human like you deter him from his superior identity that heâs had for decennia. heâs not going to let you have that power over him and his body.
and thus, when you return to the estate, you find yourself being laughed at. you were unpacking your luggage when two concubines stand at your doorway, hiding their evil smiles behind their handheld fans.
they donât waste a single second and immediately rush to ruin your carefree mood.
âyou know, you shouldnât have returned at all,â the brunette giggles, her laugh sounding like nails scraping against a chalkboard. she looks to the other woman next to her before glancing back at you, âi meanâhehâlord sukuna definitely didnât seem to mind your absence.â
you figure itâs just another way to get you riled up, so you do your best to ignore them. you put your packed kimonos in your wardrobe as your back faces the two.
yumi, the second concubine, nods along. she knows what sheâs about to reveal will get on your nerves. and deserved, if you ask her. they had successfully caught the attention of their king while you were away. for the first time in a good while since your arrival in the estate.
the fact that they managed to spend quality time with sukuna again, is a wonderful first step to your downfall. one that will surely crumble your confidence as his so-called âfavoriteâ.
âmhm,â yumi grins as she recalls the memories of her time with sukuna. time spent together that you were unaware of, âlord sukuna definitely didnât seem to mind your absence when he had me in his bed last night.â
you freeze.
your brows furrow and the corners of your lips twitch. you donât know if you should believe themâthey couldâve lied about it for all you know. although, the voice in the back of your head had already rang the alarms.
guessing by the way they were dying to talk to you the second you came back - which never happens - you realise that theyâre probably telling the truth. theyâre only telling the truth to agitate you. itâs so painfully obvious, and yet so. . . hurtful.
âwhat?â
you donât recall when youâve choked up. you feel a lump in your throat. it shouldnât even be there. you promised yourself to not get attached to a monster like sukuna.
so what if he went to bed with his other concubines?
but of course heâll get pleasure from his other women when you arenât around. he doesnât feel any love, he sees it as worthless, so why did you expect him to not indulge himself? he still has his other concubines around for a reason.
you really shouldnât be surprised by this revelation.
âwhat do you mean âwhat?â - you heard me,â yumi shrugs, that cocky smirk still on her face. sheâs clearly enjoying your reaction to everything sheâs revealing. all the two concubines wanted to get out of this encounter with you, is to break that delusion of yours.
the delusional thought that youâre special to the king of cursesâthe delusion that sukuna considers you as something more than a toy to emotionally manipulate and play with until heâs tired of you.
âmy lord spent all night with me in his chambers until the sun rose,â yumi continues without an ounce of shame. she bites her lip as she remembers the way sukuna had her body positioned on his large bed. for her, it was a dream come true.
though for you, itâs a living nightmare. even if you try to deny the fact that it physically and mentally hurts. thereâs a painful twist at your heartâreminding you of the truth.
the truth being that you had truly thought that sukuna wasnât really a monster of a man. you thought he was a different, more softer person around you.
you shouldâve listened to the servants when they told you to not get tricked by sukunaâs special treatment, that he could easily manipulate you and make you do and act as he pleases.
âdo you want me to explain it in detail?â yumi crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down at you with a menacing glare. both of the concubines are loving that face youâre making. that face of defeat that youâre attempting to hide from them, âhow he held me and pleasured me until iââ
âenough,â you cut them off with your hands clenched into fists. you donât want to hear another word. youâre already feeling awful; already, not even an hour into your return. you can never catch a break.
you have an urge to throw things around. you already feel stupid, and if you decide to throw a fit, you bet that youâd feel even dumber. you truly do not know why youâre getting this worked up about it.
maybe itâs because of the special treatment. the delusional thoughts you have about your relationship with sukuna. you really thought that you two had something special. an unofficial romantic relationship, perhaps, or something that resembles it.
a secret, unspoken deal where youâre promised his loyalty in exchange for your body and soul.
although, those dreams have been shattered this very instance. youâre once again reminded of the animalistic nature of the being called ryomen sukuna.
he told you clearly that heâd never tie himself to someone, a human no less. devotion to one person? why would he.
âout of the way.â
you push the brunette and her sidekick the other way. youâre going to confront the man yourself. or at least, youâll try to. you can hear their sick laughs and chuckles fade into the background as you stomp your way towards sukunaâs chambers.
the other concubines seem to have gotten the gist. some peek their heads out of their rooms, grinning at you in victory. seeing your confidence slowly crumble and the realisation kick in - the realisation that your dear lordâs special treatment means absolutely nothing - is a sight for sore eyes to them.
you enter sukunaâs room and close the heavy doors behind you. you swallow the lump down your throat and try your best to look presentable.
no tears, you promise yourself. youâre not going to waste them on something like this.
âoh, itâs you, little one,â the familiar voice calls out. sukunaâs low and husky voice rings from his bed. heâs laid back against the many silky pillows, blowing smoke from his kiseru. he lays there like he doesnât care about your reappearance at all.
he eyes you up and down, âhow was your vacation, hm?â
sukuna asks like itâs the most normal thing to do. it seems like heâs trying to catch up with you, to ask you how youâve been enjoying your time alone, though it also seems like he couldnât care less at the same time.
âjust absolutely fine, my lord,â you reply with gritted teeth and an obvious hint of sarcasm. thereâs also a bitterness to your tone that doesnât go unnoticed by the pink-haired man. he frownsâthis cold greeting is not what he expected nor what he wanted to hear from your mouth. he expected you to at least smile at him like you usually do, but you didnât.
on top of that, you seemed to be annoyed with him. that unexpected attitude of yours made something inside of him snap. it irritated him somehow; the fact that youâre so comfortable talking to him like that . . . it reminded him of the recent inner conflict he had which you were the cause of.
one of his hands tightens into a fist at his side. his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow into slits. youâre physically in front of him, which means that heâs also about to experience those complicated feelings again. the same ones he tried fleeing from by letting you go on a break, and by physically taking his mind off you.
he did the latter by taking his frustrations out on his other women. the stress that came with the thought of him possibly liking a human, relieved by pure animalistic sex.
thatâs exactly what youâre upset about.
thereâs an urge inside of sukuna to act normal. to ignore those difficult emotions and just treat you like he usually does. yet, another part of him is trying to protect his sense of superiority by trying to push you away.
thereâs a war going on in his mind as he tries to calm himself down. youâve always had this effect on him and itâs becoming unbearable. he has to show you, no - remind you, that youâre nothing to him. you mean nothingânothing at all.
heâs the king of curses, youâre but a human. heâll need to remind himself of that obvious statement as well. heâs got all the power in this situation. not you.
you cannot rule over him or his mind.
âyou dare come back with an attitude? tch,â sukuna scoffs, nearly breaking the kiseru with his fingers as they squeeze around the solid material. heâs turning off whatever emotion present in his body. that doesnât belong there anyway. he wonât care if you cryâhe wonât care at all.
you notice the sudden change in sukunaâs tone as well. youâre sure youâre the reason for it. perhaps you crossed a boundary with how sassily you replied to him when he was simply asking you how your vacation went.
âmy apologies,â you murmur with a sigh. you try to avoid getting on sukunaâs nerves any further, yet when you remember the words from the concubine, how she implied that sukuna had given her the best night of her life when you were away, you get mad again.
your eyes have a fiery look in them. you donât want to get worked up. you donât have the right to. you were warned from the very beginning to not get attached to an asshole like ryomen sukuna.
youâre to blame for feeling like this. it couldâve been prevented if you just werenât so weak. if you just stayed away from him.
âdid you have fun while i was away, my lord?â you continue, your voice shaking a little. you need the confirmation. youâre sure sukuna knows what youâre referring to by now, especially because of the way youâre acting out of character.
the king of curses raises a brow at your question. you sound even angrier, even more pissed off. he tilts his head after taking a deep inhale of the tobacco from his kiseru. he tries to figure out what youâre hinting at, âwhat are youââ
and thatâs when everything fell into place. the dots connect.
sukunaâs jaw clenches. he realises that youâve found out about him receiving services from his other concubines while you were away. there could be no other explanation behind your sudden attitude. besides, he knows how his other concubines could be. they must have told you the moment you came back.
normally, heâd say that itâs none of your business. what he does is up to himâhe does not care about the consequences of his actions. though, seeing the slight hurt in your eyes, mixed with sadness and disappointment stirred something inside of him. he brushes that feeling away and stares at you intently, awaiting another comment. perhaps youâd cuss him out or bawl your eyes out in front of him.
either way, he promises himself that he wonât care.
sukuna is the king of curses. feeling bad for a human like you would only further tarnish his image, that image of superiority and power he has.
heâs a man of many needs. you shouldâve kept that in mind when you left him. he wanted to keep you with himâto hold you down and refuse to let you leaveâbut that would be another sign of weakness. one sukuna could not manage to show.
when you departed, he was irritated by the fact that he had no one to turn to with his needs. from simple needs like wanting your company to sexual needs like craving your body.
keeping you by his side or letting you go; both decisions seem to clash. either way, thereâs one thing heâs sure of, as much as he doesnât want to admit it: he missed you.
sukuna canât believe that he can feel an emotion like that. he canât accept that fact. thatâs why his irrational mind took overâhis dark urges that strived to prove himself to still be the same old ryomen sukuna. the monster that did not need a single soul. the ruthless man that did not depend on anyone else, especially not a human. a woman like you.
he thought heâd forget all about you if heâs surrounded himself with other women. but, he was quick to be proven wrong, and that only caused to enrage him more and more.
every time sukuna fucked a concubine, his thoughts still manage to drift away to you. to how he wished that it was you he was holding.
nothing hit the same with the other women and that frustrated him. heâd keep them around in his room after he fucked their brains out, something he never allowed a woman to do except for you, yet kicked them out again after a few minutes.
it doesnât hit the same.
youâre just different. your presence is soothing and calming to the chaotic soul of the pink-haired man. no one else could compare. that realisation made him feel inferior; a feeling he loathes.
sukunaâs red eyes glow. he hates seeing you look so defeated, but he cannot give in. if he tells you the truth, heâll admit his weakness. heâll admit that a human like you has completely taken over his brain. thatâs no good.
if he doesnât tell you the truth, heâll save face. heâll feel like himself again. his old selfâthe cold ruthless monster that he was before he met you. one without a soft spot for a human.
itâs an active dilemma thatâs running through his mind as he slowly blows out another cloud of smoke. you cannot guess whatâs going on behind those intimidating eyes staring you down.
sukuna tilts his head back and scratches his neck, smacking his lips as he makes his decision.
âyeah, i did. i had lots of fun.â
the words sting. they hurt you and make your heart ache in a way that makes you physically weak. you shouldâve expected that answer. your shoulders tense up and your fingers curl around the material of your kimonoâfeeling a sense of anger and betrayal.
you can see a ghost of a smirk on sukunaâs lips, which only reminds you of his nature. his nature as an independent, aloof and cold man who likes to play with his prey. a natural disaster that knows no emotion, that shows no mercy to anyone.
youâre naive for thinking that you could be the exception. all of those times with sukuna were confirmed to be but a lie in that moment. as your gazes meet, you can now easily interpret what that look in those red eyes meant.
âknow your place,â
thatâs what it means. youâre foolish, dumb. you take a deep breath to compose yourself after youâve been made out to be a total fool. you shouldâve listened to those warnings, you shouldâve known that you were getting played.
this is exactly what sukuna desired to achieve. to build up your trust, to make you comfortable enough with him, to think youâre special and that he wonât need any other woman other than you â just to shatter your pathetic delusions when the time comes.
âtsk tsk. no need to look at me like that,â sukuna scoffs, a mocking laugh leaving his lips. he can hear a small voice in the back of his head telling him to shut up and let you go, to not make it worse, but who is he to listen to that irrelevant thought? he can decide for himself.
âyâ werenât around, so the other concubines simply did their job by serving me,â he stares the other way, seemingly not interested by your presence anymore. his face is as expressionless as ever, âwhat do yâ think i keep them âround for, brat? for decoration purposes? hah, nah.â
another loud mocking laugh makes you nearly burst out in tears. you donât know if itâs in anger or sadness. you take a deep, shaky breath for the last time. you unclench your fists and nod, accepting the reality check youâd just gotten.
itâs a slap to the face, but it helped you get out of your delusions. the delusions that sukuna is a man capable of loving someone, even if it is just for a tiny bit. this visit confirmed that thereâs not an ounce of love or appreciation in that manâs body.
âiâm glad you had fun, my lord,â you answer after a bit of silence. you bow at sukuna in an attempt to stay polite while struggling with that inner turmoil. you donât even glance up at him anymore. you need another break already.
sukuna isnât dumb. you may think that youâre good at hiding your emotions, but youâre not. at least not around the king of curses. heâs spent enough time around you to realise that youâre going through a lot right now.
heâs the reason for it, yet he cannot bring himself to feel an ounce of empathy. he just looks at you with a blank stare, thinking that this is for the best.
âgood night then,â you add and turn around to walk out of sukunaâs room. your steps are slow as you secretly hope to be called back, like sukuna would do every time youâd leave his room after an intimate night. you just want him to tell you that this was a test of some sortâa cruel joke.
you want to feel like his favorite again. you donât want to be thrown away like this. you donât want to be on the same level as all the other concubines. you want to stand out to him.
unfortunately, you donât hear sukunaâs voice anymore. he lets you walk away without a care in the world. the heavy doors of his chambers close behind you and you feel your knees buckle. âfuck,â you cuss to yourself and clench your chest.
you lean back against the closed doors and try to regain your composure. crying can be done when youâre in your roomânot in the hallway where anyone could catch you. you donât want to give the other concubines more reason to bully you.
you drag your feet across the wooden flooring. all those times with sukuna, all those slight glimpses of his soft side that only youâre allowed to seeâ all of that is thrown into the trash.
you really shouldnât have gotten so attached to him on an emotional level.
meanwhile, sukuna is silently sitting on his bed, thinking back to what just happened. he usually never doubts his decisions, but this is an exception. why couldnât he just tell you the truth?
his mouth had moved before he could let his mind process all that he was feeling. a small part of him regrets it, though strangely, he couldnât feel any real sympathy for your situation.
sukuna drapes an arm over his eyes, clicking his tongue at himself. he just wants to let the situation go, though his brain isnât letting him to. the image of you standing at the edge of his bed, clearly hurt by his actions, flashes through his mind again.
he sighs. heâs sure that heâs going to forget about you soon enough. he needed an excuse to get rid of you for the sake of regaining control over his own being and he took the chance. he should be glad that he didâit meant that heâd be his usual selfâwith no weaknesses to look out for.
sukuna blows out another cloud of smoke through his mouth. as much as heâs proud of himself for not giving in to you, he canât help but let his thoughts wander again. youâre probably crying in your room. he knows youâre sensitive. you would always cry about the smallest of things and heâd hold you (feigning reluctance) until youâve calmed down.
he canât do that now.
well, he can, but he wonât. sukuna has made his decision today: itâs power and status over you. thatâs what itâs always been. you were but a toy he used to get a stronger grip on himself.
perhaps he simply is what people make him out to be; a monster. nothing more, nothing less.
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BESTFRIEND SATORU HELPING YOU COPE WITH YOUR BREAKUP!!
Degradation n praising, Satoru likes you. Not proofread. I hate this sm and it was rushed but oh well
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You made your best effort to compose yourself, attempting to suppress the sobs that threatened to overwhelm you as you gently rapped on the sturdy wooden door looming in front of you. Hastily trying to put yourself together before you were met with Satoruâs familiar, handsome face.
His eyes gleamed with excitement as soon as he caught sight of you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"What are you doing here so late babe, Shouldn't you be uhhhâhaving boring phone sex with your little boyfriend?" he quippedâhis playful chuckle hinting with pride and maybe even jealousy laced with it.
His expression quickly changed to concernment when he saw the tears escaping your eye line. Instantly, his face softened and he moved closer, gently gripping your shoulders to get you to look at him.
"Woah, are you okay, sweetheart? Did something happen?", he asked worriedly as warm tears streamed down your face, he gently moved one of his hands to the back of your head, guiding your face into his chest for a tight embrace.
"What happened? C'mon, talk to me" he softly mumbled, feeling your sobs resonating against his chest, you sniffled and finally broke down, "No Satoru, He cheated! he fucking cheated on meâI donât know what to doâ. You gripped onto his shirt tightly as you held onto him.
His mouth gaped in shock and anger as he hugged you impossibly closer, The scent of his minty cologne enveloped you, clouding your thoughts and senses as you continued to cry in his arms.
âWhat??? I'm so sorry sweetheart, knew that fucking prick didn't deserve youâI'm so fucking sorry. What can I do to make you feel better?"
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âAhh, shit gonna lose my fucking mind in this tight pussy.â he lets out a throaty groan that resonated in the air.
Pure sweat glistened from his body, his biceps, his chest, his backâall fucking sticky and damp almost as if he was working outâ well it coulddd count as a workout, technically.
âNo fucking way, that dumb fucker cheated on thisâ, he gasped, anger coursing through him as his hand instinctively gripped onto the headboard for stability while he loses himself to the warmth of your soppy pussy compressing the life out of his cock, each squeeze pulling him deeper into your core.
His white bangs stuck to his forehead as the ends tickled his face with dampness. You mewled loudly as your face distorted with unanticipated pleasureâPleasure that you'd never thought you could ever felt before, until this day.
He had you folded in a fucked-up mating pressâinsisting that the closer he is to you, the better he'd be able to comfort you.
âFuckk! Toruu~â you moaned pornographically, your toes involuntarily curling against his toned back as your knees knocked against your bouncing tits.
His beaming blue eyes piercing through you feverishly as he stared down at youâhis face just mere inches away from yours. "Fuck yeahh, moan my fucking name just like that sweetheart, that's right. I'm the one pounding this perfect little pussyâ he purrs softly, smirking as drool escapes your lips.
Of course, he was unhappy and worried to see his poor best friend miserable because of the breakup. But deep down, a part of him feltâŚrelieved?
It's not like that dumb, immature scrawny bitch could ever give you what he has to offer.
Never, Never never never. You deserved better, way better. Someone like himâŚ
âMmm Fuckkk, Satoruuu. stretching me sâgoodâ you cried out in pure ecstasy as the tip of his cock rubs against your g-spot so rawly and naturally in a way that felt heavenly âyour boyfriend was never able to find it.
âYeah? You like me splitting open this pretty pussy with my cock? When was the last time you had a good fucking like this, babe?â Satoru laughed breathlessly, his cock throbbing with each thrusts.
The bed sinking as a result from his weight as he bullied his hefty cock into youâfucking you absolutely dumb, deeper into his mattress.
Your glassy eyes were now obscured by a hazy blur, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins as your eyes rolled backâSatoru thought the sight of you like this was so so beautiful. Seeing his precious little best friend whom he loveee so much getting dumbed down from his dick etched something primal in him.
His mouth gaped slightly as he moaned, his eyes full of desire and passion. He brought his face closer, his warm breath brushing against your skin before he smashed his lips onto yours.
His mouth completely devouring you as the both of you moaned in unison, lost in the intensity of the kissâyour tongues tangling together as your tummy fluttered in excitement.
His skin stuck to yours disgustingly as your boobs bounced against his chest, your fingers laced through his hair. The sensation made him groan before he eventually pulled away from the passionate kiss.
He quickly switched positions, hauling your body closer to him so your ass could slowly be arched upâresting against his thighs as he pounded your sloppy, messy cunt at the deeper angle.
A rhythmic series of âHahhh!â fills the roomâalmost like a chant of pleasure escaping his lips as his gaze is fixated on where the two of you were connectedâhis cock completely disappearing inside your warm core at the snap of his hips as his snowy pubic hair lightly nudges against the sensitive bud of your arousal.
âThis pussy is taking me in so well, fuck he could neverâdunno why you were even with himânghh! in the first placeâ he emphasizes on the last word with a deep, hard powerful thrust.
âI could treat ya so much better than he ever did sweetheart, better forget about himâdon't ever wanna see you crying that fucker againâ he smirks down at fucked out faceâso cute and pretty all clumsy from his cock.
Thick balls slapping against your asshole as your slick coats both of them, forming a slippery layer that gradually dripped down onto his sheets.
âOr don't worry, hehâiâll just fuck you into a brainless little slut, that'll surely make you forget about himâ he laughs out. His tongue dragging against his lips as his fingers kneads into the soft flesh of your thighs.
Your eyes rolled back uncontrollably to his words, it was obvious to you that Satoru had a little crush on you for a while now and fucking hated your boyfriend but hearing him actually vocalizing his feelings in such a vulnerable, intimate moment made you lose your mind.
His lengthy cock dug into your pussy in such a mean manner in the new angleâhis relentless thrusts hitting your cervix over and over, making your pussy overflowing with juices all over his dick, facilitating to force his dick into you.
You squealed, feeling his finger suddenly rubbing fast circles on your clitâcausing your inner walls to flutter around his shaft in a euphoric response to the new wave of pleasure that surged through your body.
âMmmfp! Yesyesyes! don't stop, sâcloseâ you exclaimed, your fingers tightly clasping onto the sheets to anchor yourself.
âYeah? Gonna cum on my dick baby?â He inquires with a toothy grin, his bicep muscles prominently bulging, emphasizing his toned physique as his abs flexes because of the angle. Giving you the most delicious view of his body.
âYes! Ahh, Toruuuâ Your eyebrows furrowed together as you felt your orgasm approaching. Your body trembled in ecstasy. The feeling of good sex was so so refreshing to you that you started questioning yourself why you werenât with Satoru instead in the first place?. He was charming, rich, and funnyâdespite his annoying personality and teasing, he was almost perfect, but maybe because you two have been best friends for all those years, you just havenât thought about him like that.
Before you knew it, milky white rings coated his cockâoverlaying every inch of his shaft and painting his balls. âMmmmm!â You breathe heavily, almost losing your mind as you watched Satoruâs eyes roll back at the feeling of you messing up his dick.
âYessss, thatâs it babyâGod, fuck, making such a pretty mess all over meâ he tried to keep his composure but he miserably failed, he just fucking couldn't, hell he couldnât even pull out quick enough before spurting his hot cum directly into your womb, making loud squelching noises filling the room as his warm, sticky cum overflowed out of your pussy.
It was so so messy, thereâs no way there wasnât a big wet patch of cum below the two of you.
âSo do ya prefer our date being tomorrow or the day afterâIâd prefer tomorrow because Iâm not working, plus I wanna take you out as soon as possible,â he said in a cheery, out-of-breath tone, managing to catch you off guard as if he wasnât still balls deep inside of you.
âSeriously Satoru? We can discuss this laterâ you muttered with a hint of annoyanceâcausing him to pout in response before picking up your upper body to sit on his lapâcockwarming him.
He pulled you into a sweet, passionate kissâhis hands groping your ass as you tangled your fingers through his hair.
âFineeeâ he playfully whisperedâyou giggled lowly, feeling his smile forming against your lips as he held you close.
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accidents pt. II | Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Summary: during a long case away, Spencer accidentally sees Reader's nudes on her phone and can't cope because he is a MESS for reader whoops pt.II The Reckoning /j, this is basically just 10k words of porn with feelings yikes
Warnings: SMUT MDNI, 18+ only, fem!reader, fluff, some angst (still Spencer feeling he isn't good enough đ), EMOTIONSSS, Spencer STILL loves you so much, he gets a hug, and so much more!, talk about sex, detailed asking for CONSENT (be safe people), sex (piv), some frottage, uhhh what else, dirty talk, some dom/sub understones (sub!Spencer ofc), little bit allusion to subspace, Spencer discovers so many kinks in this awww we're so proud of you bby (mentioned kinks: praise kink, squint of liking being embarrassed, tiiny bit of a voyeristic thing), also I made him a virgin whoops so virgin!Spencer, proofread but prolly not perfect lol. Tell me if I'm missing any tags I am so tired
(also, Spencer will be bisexual in all of my Spencer fics because I am not a coward like the writers were and I will honour Spencer the way he was intended to)
HERE you can read pt. I, I do recommend it to have context and all but do whatever you want lmao I'm not your mother anyway have fun being completely wrecked like I was while writing this!! also thanks so so MUCH for 400 followers and almost 2k likes on the first part, you guys are the best and I hope you enjoy this fic as a thanks!!<333
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
Spencerâs never sprung from his bed faster in his life before.
His heart is a jackhammer in his chest, chipping away at his ribs one bone splitter at a time because-
Itâs you. In front of his door. And Spencer is so hard it hurts but- he canât just-
âSpencer?â
He sucks in a haggard breath, hands reaching up and messing up his hair even more. His thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once and he just needs to- needs just a moment to-
âUh, yeah, just a second!â, he calls back, voice scratchy and used from the- the moaning Jesus Christ because he was about to come with your mental image and he somehow, magically, managed to apparently conjure you up in front of his door with his pathetic pining and oh god-
He has to- ugh- has to wash his hands and make it go away and â
âOkay, Iâll justâŚchill with that weird plant here.â
An overwhelmed whimper slips past his lips and he just, stands there for at least another five seconds before something in his mind snaps back into place and he rushes to the small, adjacent bathroom of his room.
After he thoroughly washed his hands, his erection has flagged off enough so that itâs not the first thing greeting you when he opens the door and thank god for that.
And oh- seeing you after doing that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs because you are just so goddamn lovely it makes Spencer want to do stupid, stupid things like cry or kiss you or spontaneously combust into a million pieces.
For once, he does something okay-ishly sensible though.
âHi.â
You look at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement or scepticism, he doesnât know for sure. Your eyes hold mirthful sparkles in them when he finally manages to meet your gaze, so he settles for the former of the two options.
Youâre not wearing your work clothes anymore. Rather, you went for a cozy looking, oversized sweater and funkily patterned leggings. Your fashion sense outside of work always reminded Spencer of Penelopeâs.
âHi to yourselfâ, you chuckle, âCan I come in or are you too busy reading ten books at once?â
Spencer feels himself flush under your gentle teasing.
âOnly seven books. But, yes, of course you can come in.â
He turns out of the way, creating room for you to pass him into his room. As soon as you are inside, you donât hesitate to jump onto his bed and flop on your back with your arms spread wide.
Spencerâs breath hitches and he has to do some very extensive mental gymnastics to supress all the inappropriate thoughts from escaping the box he banished them into. Controlling his bodyâs response to seeing you in the same bed he was just jacking off in is⌠a different story. He pulls down the hem of his shirt as discreetly as possible, as he takes a seat next to you. Making sure that there is not too much distance between you two as to raise any suspicion and make it obvious heâs trying to get some distance between you, but also enough space so that he isnât enticed to do anything unwise. Like, reach out and feel your warmth underneath his fingers. Or the softness of your skin. Or anything else really.
The more seconds tick by in which neither of you say anything, the more nervous Spencer becomes. He starts fiddling around with his fingers, aborting more than one move to steal a glance at your face to see what youâre thinking.
âSpencerâ, you then finally say, voice kind of pout-y and if that didnât make Spencer whip his head around to face you, the next thing you say for sure does. âDo you hate me?â
âWha-â, he sputters your name, âNo- no! Of course, I donât- whe- why would you think that?â
You let out an exasperated groan, moving around until you are lying on your side, head propped up on your arm and frowning up at him. âBecause youâve been acting hella weird these last few days and you wonât tell me whyyyyâ, you drag out the last syllable, pout on your lips and Spencer has to look up at the ceiling or else heâs just going to confess everything without second thought and that will definitely not happen.
âI havenât been acting weird, really, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
You remain silent again and Spencer feels the judging glare you send his way without having to look at you. Yes, he has been acting weird, he knows that, but you can never ever know the reason why tha-
âIs it because you saw my nudes?â
Spencer almost breaks his neck with how fast he whips his head down to look at you again. A strangled noise escapes him without permission and what. What.
âBecause, that would actually explain so much, especially the way youâve been acting and really, thatâs probably on me because Iâve always been telling myself to put them behind a password block but I somehow always manage to forget that because apparently I have only one braincell left thatâs stuck spinning on the deep-fried version of Funky Town and well, I guess Iâm glad it was you that found them and not someone else and-â
âWhat? No, no, I didnât- What- thatâs not- what-â, Spencer cuts off your rambling with a horrified, screeched version of a protest because how- how could you have guessed whatâs going on with just one try? Is Spencer so- so absolutely besotted with you that heâs so obvious? Spencer is so very confused and overwhelmed with whatever the hell is going on, he kind of misses the slight twitching of your mouth.
âCome on, Spencer. I said itâs fine and basically my own fault. Uh- well, actually⌠sorry. Because, well, thatâs probably not very work-appropriate⌠I will pay for your therapy session, just send me the bill.â
Spencer thought heâd reached the limits of confusion seconds ago but apparently, he hadnât. What. What are you even saying?
âTherapy sessions?â
You just- ignore him.
âOh, also, please donât tell Hotch? Heâll be pissed, despite me literally just doing hot-girl shit, yâknow-â
Oh, Spencer cannot take it anymore.
He says your name and, âStop, please, please, just-â
You snap your mouth shut, pulling your lips between your teeth and Spencer definitely doesnât miss the way you have to force your mouth to stay still this time.
âAre you- is this a joke?â, Spencer asks, frazzled and desperate and so confused he just wants to bury his head under the duvet and never come out again. Because if you donât actually know but- are just joking around, oh Spencer is overwhelmed, alright.
Your expression changes into something panicked then. âNo, no, Spencer, sorry. Iâm- sorry. Of course Iâm not joking, Iâm so sorry. Itâs just a little bit too easy to tease you. Sorry.â You actually look apologetic now, lips downturned and frowning slightly.
âNot joking- so⌠so, you know?â, thereâs something big and anxious pressing inside of Spencerâs chest. The urge to hide away and never face daylight again intensifies tenfold. Heâs flushing before he realizes, hands trembling and breathing a bit too fast to be considered normal. Oh god, you know, you actually know, youâre going to- youâre never going to speak with him again you are probably here to tell him how weird and- and-
You mustâve noticed the frenzy he is thinking himself into, because you reach out with one hand and gently nudge his thigh with one knuckle. âSpencerâ, you say, voice serious and steady and not the slightest bit disgusted or harsh and it snaps him out of his anxiety spiral.
âI knew the second I walked back into that room after you basically fled the precinct. I am, really, genuinely, sorry for making you uncomfortable. Like, it wasnât actually my intention for you to see them. And then, after I realized what⌠I just wanted to wait and see what youâd do, if you came to talk to me or, wellâŚâ
You sigh, the hand that nudged him ruffling through your hair.
âI didnât handle this situation very well. Iâm really sorry. So⌠â, you trail off, scrunching your nose in that adorable way of yours that makes Spencer want to kiss it until it scrunches even further because youâd laugh and try to fight him off.
âWe can just- forget about this. Forget that it ever happened, or-â, you hesitate again.
Spencer feels suddenly breathless. Like he stands in front of a cliff face, seconds before taking the step to send himself careening towards something immeasurably great or devastatingly fatal.
âOrâŚ?â, he breathes, voice small and unsure.
You meet his eyes again after what feels like hours. Thereâs something intense in them, burning, and itâs like an electric shock to Spencerâs system. Heâd give anything for you to keep looking at him like that forever.
âOrâ, your hand returns to his thigh, but this time you let your fingers travel along the shape of it and Spencer whimpers. The burning in your eyes intensifies and Spencer feels hot, suddenly, so hot heâs burning with it. âOr we can do something else.â
âSomething else?â, Spencer basically croaks because his throat is so dry and itâs difficult for his body to function properly when you are touching him like that.
You hum in agreement. âWhatever you want. You can tell m-â
âYou.â
You look a bit startled when he cuts you off with that one, desperate syllable. Startled but also endlessly amused and Spencer just- his mind is apparently turned off, what the-
You laugh quietly, and your eyes soften, and it does something to Spencer that leaves an ach-y feeling in his chest. Oh, he loves you so much he canât take it.
âSure. You can have meâ, you say simply, as if itâs the easiest thing in the world for you to admit, âTell me what exactly you want, because Iâd give you the world if you asked.â
And suddenly thereâs hot pressure behind Spencerâs eyes, at the back of his throat. Youâre just- just- amazing and so lovely and so kind to him, no one has ever said something like that to him, he doesnât know how to handle it.
Spencer blinks up to the ceiling, desperately willing these stupid unwelcome tears away because crying about you treating him kindly is so on the bottom of the list of acting casual about this, so he rather feels than sees you sitting up next to him. Your hand slips from his legs and he feels the loss of your touch as if someone sucked the marrow from his bones. Before he can say something embarrassing like âplease touch me againâ he feels your hand covering his. It fills him with a heady kind of courage.
âI wantâŚâ, Spencer starts, feeling entirely too uncomfortable with having to state his deepest and darkest desires. Thereâs the old familiar urge to start picking at his nails nagging at him, but you just interlace your fingers with his and start tracing random patterns into the skin there with your thumb. Spencer melts against you and tenses up at the same time because itâs just so- so nice. It feels so nice and Spencer never thought heâd ever get to have things like that with you but youâre here. Youâre here, with him, and basically offering Spencer the entire world on a silver platter but itâs still so so unfathomably difficult just saying what he so badly wants.
âYou wantâŚ?â, you hum slightly, voice soft and so tender as you continue painting patterns on his skin and Spencer would literally die for you. And thatâs the entire problem. Spencer doesnât know if youâd do the same. Well. Maybe not die die for him but. He canât just sleep with you, and it not meaning anything to you. It would kill him. It would kill him, if after you give him tenderness and pleasure and acceptance in a way heâs never dreamed of receiving, you would go back to normal. Always politely distanced, close, but never close enough and it already twists his chest just thinking of that possibility.
âI just-â, he tries again, but when the words are stuck in his throat, sticky molten sugar that tastes like bile and fear, he pulls out of your grip and buries his face in his hands. Heâs so bad at this. Heâs the worst. No wonder heâs never had- had something like Morgan has, one night stand after one night stand (not that he particularly wants that, god no, but just-) because Spencer is just so bad at spilling all of the things that plague his gut and keep his thoughts in overdrive at night. No wonder heâs never even had a girlfriend or boyfriend before.
âHey, hey, Spencerâ, he feels your hands cupping his own, still over his face. Not taking them away, but just â there. âItâs alright, penguin, we can always come back to this another time. Iâll wait.â
Spencerâs face crumples and his breath hitches a little because- penguin. Thatâs the frankly ridiculous nickname youâve been using for him ever since he apparently once looked like one, with that white scarf and knee-length black coat he wore during one of your cases where a blizzard surprised not only the team, but also the unsub. Spencer, like most of you, wasnât prepared and thus, had to make do with what the helpful officers provided them with. And well, Spencer drew the penguin stick it seemed.
Itâs ridiculous but sweet and it always makes him feel so loved, loved by you, because itâs adorable and theirs and he just loves it irrationally much, okay? And also, penguins are just really fascinating because-
âDid you know that most penguins live monogamously? The Emperor penguin is actually one of the only ones that mate seasonally, they only have one mate per breeding season. But most others have a mate for life, like, like swans and bald eagles.â
Before Spencer even opened his mouth, he was aware of the fact he was going to ramble on about some unimportant stuff. Itâs always like this, it always feels like a breath heâs been holding in for too long, like an itch somewhere in his weird brain that only stops when he opens his mouth and infodumps and he cannot stop it. No matter how consciously he is telling himself to cut it out or screaming at himself to shut the fuck up you weirdo, itâs unavoidable. As soon as his brain latches onto a statistic or a fact it is reminded of, itâs an unstoppable force.
Like now. He is kicking himself. Why, oh why canât he ever be normal? He feels himself flushing bright red from embarrassment and shame and frustration. He canât believe he is rambling about birds while- while whatever the hell you two are doing right now. While in the middle of a conversation that started out with you confronting him about him seeing your nudes, jesus christ.
Spencer is about to suffocate himself with a pillow when you let out a graceless snort.
It confuses Spencer so much he lowers his hands to look at you and- oh.
Your eyes are shining with something that looks so close to what he would call affection, and it makes him want to bawl his eyes out and at the same time, smile so hard thereâll be laugh lines on his cheeks for the rest of the week.
âWell, that fits perfectly thenâ, you say, and Spencer doesnât understand.
âWhat do you mean?â
You smile just a little wider, a little more teasingly but in a nice way, in a kind way and it leaves Spencerâs chest blooming with warmth.
âIf youâre my penguin, Iâll be your penguin.â
Youryouryouryouryour-
Spencer feels entirely braindead. Only the fact that you called him yours registers. Because yes. Yes. Spencer is so yours heâd gladly let you make every decision for him from now on in his life and yes. Thatâs not exactly a very normal thing to think. Or to want. Spencer doesnât care. Heâs never felt normal about you for a day in his life and he definitely wonât start now.
âYou- you mean- like, as, as mates?â
You scrunch your nose in disgust. âIf you want to call us that, I think Iâll take back my offer.â
It punches a giggle out of Spencer, sudden and kind of light-headed. He watches your face break into a wide grin.
âBut you- youâd like that?â Youâd like me?
You pull a face, sniffing in a nonchalant way, direct your face to your nails in fake disinterest.
âSure. Whatever.â
And Spencer canât help himself. He sobs out a laugh- laughs out a sob or, whatever that weird noise he makes is, because youâre so ridiculous and he loves you more than anything in the world.
You roll your eyes, fondly, shake your head slightly.
âOf course, Spencer. Iâd like that very much because I like you a very unnormal amount. Literally. On my knees, crying, screaming etceteraâ, you say just like that, smiling just like that.
Spencer feels like heâs dreaming. He must be. Thereâs no other explanation for it. He just canât wrap his head around the fact that you could like him. You. Youâre so, so lovely and amazing and you deserve everything good in this world and Spencer is just. Spencer.
âYou- you like me? Me?â, Spencer canât hide the incredulous tone that seeps into his questions because you like him?
Thereâs no traces of humour in your eyes anymore. Your eyes look painfully honest, face suddenly serious, and it steals Spencerâs breath away.
You lean closer to him again, grabbing his hands with yours. Your gaze bores itself into his, intense and steady and he canât look away. âSpencer. I know itâs- I know life has been hard on you for way too long. And that leaves its marks on you. Thatâs fine. Itâs human. But. You do not deserve any less love because of that, do you understand me? Of course I like you, what isnât there to like? Youâre kind and funny and sweet and just so- Spencer. Youâre so lovable and it kills me to know that you donât see how you are so worthy of being loved.â
Oh.
Oh.
You canât just- canât just say things like that and expect him to not cry a little. Canât expect him to act completely nonchalant and cool about all of this when you say things like that to him. Are you trying to kill him? Because it sure does feel like that.
Spencer is so completely at a loss. He doesnât know what to say to that- not to mention what to do. How do you always do this? How can you see straight to the hidden, bruised core of him, littered with all these ugly and bad things and. Just. Figure out what to say to strike him exactly there.
It should scare him, being known so deeply. It should, but it doesnât because itâs you. You are warmth and acceptance like his favourite place in front of a fireplace, book in hand and rain gently knocking against windows. You are quiet mornings at work, you are soft rays of sunlight in his hair, you are gentle hands helping you up when you fall and bruise your knees. You are â
A touch to his cheek startles him. He opens his eyes â when did he close them? â to your fingers brushing some stray tears away, so softly as if heâs something precious, something to be held delicately. That thought sends new tears spilling down his cheek. He canât believe this is affecting him so much, so completely he simultaneously feels like he is going to shatter and be stitched back together again.
He never knew he needed this so much.
âSorry for making you cry, penguin. I didnât think this discussion about my lack of nude etiquette would get this emotionally damagingâ, you say, voice hushed in the big silence of the room, a small smile on your lips and eyes so kind.
Spencer snorts, despite himself. This has really been a very bizarre evening. He feels almost drunk on the weirdness of it all, on the rollercoaster that his emotions have ridden all evening. Thatâs probably why he does what he does next. Â
âNeither did I, especially after you interrupted me while I wa-â
Spencer shuts his mouth so fast he clicks his teeth together, eyes wide and suddenly horrified. He- what-
Why?
Why canât Spencer ever keep his big mouth shut? Is he completely and utterly insane?
Thereâre alarm bells going off somewhere in Spencerâs head and a concerning warmth settling deep in his stomach when your grin takes on a slightly devilish edge, one he knows all too well and. And. Oh. Heâs in trouble. So much trouble. Why did he have to say that?
âAfter I interrupted you while?â, you prompt him, eyes electric and hot and oh god-
Spencer is so dumb. An idiot. Of the highest order. High IQ, where?
âNothingâ, he says, voice high-pitched and rushed and he curses himself and his ability to act everything else but nonchalant. Heâd be the worst actor of all time.
âSpencer.â
The tone of your voice rearranges something in his neurons. He can feel himself sit up just that little bit straighter, can feel his mind buzz at the edges. Heâs never felt like this before.
He loves it.
âHmm?â, is all he gets out. Trouble, so much trouble.
Suddenly youâre standing up, away from him and Spencer wants to whine because you should stay there next to him, forever fixed to his side. He doesnât have to despair long, because you take one of your knees and gently nudge his legs apart with it and okay. Okay. That definitely didnât just send Spencerâs mind reeling. That wasnât just totally the hottest thing that ever happened to him.
You slot yourself between his legs as if you own that space and. In his humble opinion, you do. You so do. Spencer is willing to give you a map of his entire body and a marker and tell you to please demarcate every part of him you want. Heâd give it to you, no questions asked.
He is looking up at you, at your burning eyes that still hold something so soft in them that makes the lump in his throat bigger again. And by god, Spencer just needs to hear you say it again-
âYou like me?â
You move closer to him, lifting one hand and placing it underneath his chin. Your thumb traces along his jaw and Spencer feels like he is going to burst into a million embarrassed pieces.
âYesâ, you say simply, but the way you say it. Spencer canât help but shiver and exhale shakily. He feels so warm, everywhere. His skin burns where your fingers are touching him. He never wants this to stop.
âYou- You want me?â
Your hand grips his face a little stronger, your other fingers splaying over and down his throat and thereâs a high noise coming from somewhere and thereâs goosebumps on his body everywhere and oh, wait- itâs him. The noise. Well, how embarrassing but. He doesnât care. Nope. Not at all.
âŚOkay maybe a little. His face feels warm, suddenly, warmer than the rest of him and yes. Heâs blushing, okay?
âSpencerâ, the way you say his name it- god, âI want you. I said it before, but. I will give you anything. Tell me what you want, Spencer, and you will get it from me.â
Your eyes are so dark and your voice so low and Spencer actually whines and. Heâs hard again, so hard, because he didnât come before and now, heâs even more pent-up and his thoughts are a mess, but you havenât even touched him more than this and heâs already so worked up from you just saying these things to him-
âI want youâ, Spencer pants, currently finding no other English words in the dictionary of his mind. And well. Emily was right about him. IQ slashed to zero when pretty person do thing.
He watches you take a deep breath, as if to steady yourself, as if this whole thing is affecting you as much as it affects him but thatâs- ridiculous. Impossible. Because. Have you seen yourself?
âI know that, Spencer. But what do you want from me? Do you want me to kiss you?â, you ask, face suddenly so close to his Spencer feels your breath fan over his skin, and he whimpers because yes he wants that wants that- âDo you want me to touch you more?â, your other hand grabs his side, gentle but just a little bit roughly and Spencer is suddenly vividly reminded of the fact how strong you are and he feels kind of lightheaded-
âDo you want me to fuck you, Spencer?â
Spencer is going to pass out. And die. And moan and say, âPlease yes yes yesâ. Maybe not in that particular order.
âOkay, angel, anything you wantâ, you say, smiling softly at him as if heâs the best thing in the world and angel. Angel. Angel.
Before heâs even started to process you calling him angel, he sees a glint in your eyes, that edge in your smile again and before he knows whatâs happening, youâre kissing him.
Youâre kissing him and itâs- everything.
Your mouth is soft against his, and Spencerâs insides twist and flutter and his brain is kind of lagging behind, but he wants to be closerclosercloser-
Itâs so good Spencer completely blanks on everything. Thereâs nothing in his mind except the feel of your lips moving against his. Thereâs no insecurity, no embarrassment tainting this moment even though this is literally like, only the sixth kiss or so of Spencerâs life and he has no idea what he is doing. But itâs so good.
A noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper escapes him when you lick into his mouth and Spencerâs soul almost leaves his body. He feels you shudder where you are pressed together, chest to chest.
âSpencer, Spencerâ, you breathe against his lips, in between wet, hot, kisses. You rub your nose against his, eyes closed.
âHmm?â, he hums, his voice somewhere in Canada or wherever. His mouth is too busy smiling so wide it hurts, anyways. No time for articulating anything.
âYouâre amazing, Spencer, amazing.â
And he wants to shake his head, no, because the only one amazing here is you. But itâs impossible to disagree with you when your mouth has returned to his in a way that is probably ruining him for anyone else. (Heâs okay with that.)
You peck him on the lips once, twice more, before you press your lips against his jaw, exactly where you had your fingers before. Your hands are basically the only thing holding Spencer up in a sitting position, because he feels like molten chocolate in your hands. Muscles apparently forgetting to do their job and well. Who can blame them? Spencer has stopped thinking in proper sentences the moment you had walked into his life, so. Only a matter of time until you broke the rest of him as well.
You kiss his neck and Spencer gasps. Itâs really been a hot minute - three years, one hundred, twenty-one days and twenty hours to be exact â the last time he made out with someone. Everything feels heightened on his heated skin, especially you opening your mouth against him and licking him oh god-
It almost feels like a reward when you gently bite at his skin next. Spencer almost screams.
âSo good, so so good for meâ, he hears you whisper into the skin of his neck and this time, Spencer does make a noise. Because yes. He wants that. Be good for you. Thatâs the only thing in his fuzzy mind that feels clear, that feels graspable.
He can see your pupils dilate. Can see the wicked lilt to your lips. âYou like being good for me, donât you, angel?â
ANGEL. Spencer is nodding his head before he knows he does so. âYes, yes.â
âFuckâ, he hears you breathe against him and itâs strange, seeing the effect he has on you. Did really he do that? âI canât believe how incredible you are, sweetheart.â
And you need to stop. If you keep calling Spencer these things- heâs pretty sure he wonât survive this. The team would need to find another genius to solve cases with. His cactus Greg would dry out and wilt and die. You and Penelope would need to find another victim to send confusing memes to.
âDid you like my pictures, Spencer?â, you then ask and thatâs so not fair. You canât just ask him that while heâs so utterly in your hands that heâs sure heâd tell you about every little fantasy heâs had about you ever if you asked.
Because Spencer wants to be good, feels that need so deeply in his bones, he nods frantically. âYes, I- I liked them.â
At the same time the words leave his mouth, something feels wrong. Thereâs an ugly thing twisting in his stomach, so unpleasant it momentarily occludes the high-octane bliss-fuzz fogging up his mind.
You notice the shift in mood almost immediately. âWhatâs wrong, angel?â
And well. Itâs just- that guilt. Of not saying anything to you about Spencer seeing your nudes, of just ogling you like that without your permission. That wasnât very good of him. Actually, the opposite. Heâs been bad and he hates that. Hates that so severely that thereâs suddenly tears on his cheeks and oh no. Thatâs mortifying. Who cries before sex? Jesus Christ heâs such a virgin it is genuinely embarrassing.
âIâm- Iâm sorryâ, he stutters, a little bit hysterical, creating distance between you, arms slung around himself, âI shouldâve, shouldâve said something, Iâm so so sorry, Iâm the worst friend and now Iâm- Iâm crying, oh god, Iâm so sorry-â
âHey, hey hey whoa. Spencer, darling. Penguin. Look at me, please?â
But he shakes his head. He doesnât deserve to look at you again. What was he even thinking? He was- so creepy and now- now-
Two warm hands grab his face and then Spencer is looking into your eyes again. He squeezes his own shut, but all that it does is send more tears spilling over his cheeks and heâs so fucking stupid-
âBaby, please.â
Spencer sobs.
Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. Thatâs the best thing he has ever heard but he doesnât deserve these things.
âOf course you deserve it, silly gooseâ, you say and oh. Heâs said that out loud.
Your thumbs brush over his cheeks and Spencer canât not lean into your touch, despite everything. Because thatâs just the way it always is. Heâs drawn to your warmth and tenderness like a moon revolves around its planet.
âI thought weâd established that it was an accident? And if it was someoneâs fault, then mine, because no password, remember?â
Spencer opens his eyes. The deep affection swimming in yours makes him sob again. Heâs a mess. A crying, horny mess and Spencer definitely fucked this up. Why does Spencer always ruin the few good things in his life?
âSpencer, Spencer. Hey. Itâs okay, I promise you. We wouldnât be doing this, if it wasnât, okay?â, you kiss his nose. âDo you want to lay down, maybe?â
He nods, not really thinking clearly. He moves up the bed, under the covers and curls up on his side. He waits for you to get up from the bed, for you to walk over to the door and leave. To say that this was a mistake, he was a mistake. To say that you take back everything you said to him in the last half hour.
Heâs not just a little surprised to feel your weight dip the mattress, to feel even more sudden warmth engulf him when you spoon him from behind. You start tracing swirly patterns over the skin of his arm and he feels goosebumps spread all over his body.
Some minutes tick by, you still holding him, when his tears have finally dried up. He doesnât remember crying so much in one day. Spencer feels miserable.
âDo you still like me?â, he asks, and yes, itâs pathetic and stupid but. He doesnât care if you never have sex or if youâre not going to be more than his friend now. Because the thought of you not being in his life in any capacity anymore- just no.
He can feel you freeze and take in a sharp breath. âWha- Spencer. Of course, I still like you. I donât care what we do, I just want to be with you. In any way youâll have me.â
You sound so understanding and sincere and actually confused about his fear as if youâd never even think of not liking him anymore and and and-
And something in him just- snaps. He wants you, needs you so much heâs going to die if he doesnât-
He shuffles and turns in your arms until heâs face to face with you. You look at him, eyebrow raised in question but so beautiful and lovely and you still like him-
âI want you so badâ, he says and then he presses his lips against yours again.
You respond immediately, low moan escaping you and Spencer is greedy, he wants to hear more, feel more, feel everything with you.
Heâs kissing you as if heâs going to die if he ever stopped, which, yes, he absolutely would, and you kiss him back as if you canât live without him. It makes everything become hazy again, like before, and every bad feeling suddenly feels eons away. Like heâs underwater, floaty and relaxed. Safe, he feels safe in the way you kiss him and hold him. Like you always do.
You move your kisses to his neck, sucking and biting and Spencer is moaning and moaning and canât stop and then suddenly, youâre gone, what â
âSpencer, Spencer, waitâ, you pant, out of breath and flushed and he wants to cry again, âSorry, sorry I just-â
You frame his face in your hands, a little bit roughly. âIâm so sorry for making this so hard, youâre being so good for me, but Spencer. Have you done this before?â
Somewhere in the fog that is his minds, Spencer finds his voice. Itâs high and airy but he doesnât care. âNo, no, I havenât.â
He watches you take a deep breath, feels your fingers digging into his skin a little bit more.
âTell me. Do you want this, Spencer?â, your voice is shaking as if you need to keep yourself in check and Spencer canât believe heâs getting to see you like this.
âYesâ, he says because he canât ever want anything else, and, âPlease make me feel good.â
You inhale sharply, your grip on his face bordering on painful. âSpencer, youâre incredible, amazing, the best- Iâll make you feel good, okay? Iâll make you feel so good because you deserve it.â
âYesâ, Spencer is not ashamed of how whiny he sounds. No. Heâs owning it now. This is his thing now, okay? Heâll gladly be your pathetic wet cat, or whatever the term was that you sometimes use to describe him with. Whatever it even means.
âGoodâ, you grin, and then you push on his shoulder hard and heâs on his back. And you. Sitting on top of him, thighs on either side of him. Straddling him exactly where he wants you most and he exhales a needy âahâ. His hypothesis of liking being manhandled is⌠yet to be disproven. Heâs discovering so many things about himself today.
Pleasure radiates in waves from where youâre passively giving pressure to his hard cock and yeah okay. This is good. Amazing. Heâs never felt better. But-
âPlease.â
âPlease what, angel?â
âMore?â
âMore what?â
Your fingers trailing along his throat and jaw, down his chest and teasing ghost-like over his nipples are not really helpful in finding the right words to what he wants. You take pity on him.
âMore touch?â
Spencer nods his head, so fast he almost gets dizzy because heâs at that point again where everything feels liquid, hazy, a little bit unreal. So, speaking is already quite the task.
You smile at him as if he just solved the most difficult equation. âDoing so good, Spencer. Incredible.â
He moans. Okay. Another hypothesis to add to his ever-growing list of scientific discoveries today.
âWhere do you want touch, Spencer? Here?â, thereâs hands in his hair. He shakes his head.
âHmm⌠Here?â, fingers drawing circles on his chest and yes, that feels nice, so nice but he wants-
âHere?â, you ground your hips down and jesus-
âYes!â, Spencer almost chokes on the sound. Pleasure shoots up his spine and he whimpers. âPlease.â
You exhale shakily, looking flush. âOkay. Because you ask so nicely.â Thereâre two little taps on his lower stomach through his shirt. âDo you want to take this off first? Or no?â
The way you give him the chance to say no- the way you respect his autonomy so deeply-
Itâs basic human decency, yes, but itâs also the hottest thing and Spencer feels so valued and understood and safe that heâs not even hesitating when he mutters a quiet yes.
You help him sit up because heâs currently not really heir over his body like he usually is. Help his head out of the shirt and thread his arms out. And then, heâs half naked in front of you and suddenly, the doubt and insecurity thatâve been so quiet so far are back with a vengeance.
The urge to cover himself is so big itâs impossible to stop his arms from wrapping around himself.
Spencer knows heâs not ugly. Heâs not that bad looking actually. Canât be too bad if Morgan keeps insisting on calling him pretty boy, even though Spencer sometimes still has the sneaking suspicion that heâs teasing him. But his friend wouldnât be so cruel.
But other people like to be. Pipe-cleaner, leek, straw, big-eyes. Heâs heard it all before. He has matured enough and grown into himself so that these things donât bother him like they used to. But still. Still. These things are arduous to scrub from under his skin.
Your gaze on him though- heâs never felt so, cleaned from all of these mean words before. You look- you look reverent while mapping his skin and maybe thatâs the reason why he lowers his arms again.
âSpencer. Youâre a dreamâ, you say, almost in trance. Almost as if youâre hypnotized by him, and heâs flushing. But. Being watched so intently, being admired like that. He feels his dick give an indigent twitch against your clothed core. Another thing for the list.
âSo impatientâ, you tut and Spencer flushes more. He thinks heâs waited long enough for this. But he doesnât say that. If you stopped now- he would definitely combust spontaneously.
You lean down, over him. Hands trailing along his sides like you did earlier, but without any clothes between your skin and his. Itâs almost too much. And not enough. He feels electrified, where you touch him. His heart is hammering against his ribs so hard you must be able to feel it. His stomach is in knots, fluttery. Heâs never felt more alive.
You connect your lips to his throat, placing kiss after kiss along the arched length of it. Follow the same path with your tongue and Spencer whines, curves up against you a little. Everything feels so good Spencer is floating in it.
You shift your attention to his collarbones next, kissing but then gently biting and Spencer feels the indents of your teeth all the way through to his back and he hopes, wants, you to sink them into him so deep theyâll leave marks. So that he carries the evidence of this with him for the rest of this case, so that thereâs absolutely no more doubt to who he belongs to. That thought alone makes him whimper, makes him feel that tiny little bit more lost in you.
You start kissing along his chest, down his stomach. Open mouthed, wet kisses and Spencer shivers when the places you put them feel cold after because of your spit. The lower you get, the noisier he becomes and at one point, Spencer wouldâve been embarrassed. Well, he kind of is, but heâs also so turned on that the embarrassment doesnât feel as stifling like usual. Rather, in a weird way, it makes everything hotter, and he does not own enough brain capacity right now to decipher that. But he does add it to the list.
When your face is dangerously close to the waistband of his pyjama, Spencer tenses, holds his breath. Being shirtless is one thing, but⌠well.
âItâs okay, Spencer. We only do as much as you feel comfortable withâ, you murmur, giving a small peck to the left of his belly button. You calmingly follow his sides with your hands, smiling at him with so much affection in your eyes that Spencer feels speechless, breathless, until the tension releases his muscles again and he melts into the sheets.
ââm justâŚâ, he tries, he really tries so hard to tell you that he wants this more than anything heâs ever wanted but that he just feels⌠insecure.
You kiss his stomach again. âHow about we only take off the pyjama? For now? If you want to take off your underwear too later, we can still do that.â
That⌠thatâs actually a good idea. So, he nods.
âWords, angel.â
âYes, yes. Thatâs- good.â
You look so proud of him. âYouâre so good, Spencer. Perfect.â
He moans embarrassingly loud. He really should be more concerned about this. About how you are basically pulling him apart, thread by thread and he just lets you, willingly. How you know which threads to pull to reduce him to a sweaty mess in what felt like 0.2 seconds.
Thereâs a finger dipping beneath the waistband, moving back and forth along the newly exposed skin. Your eyes watch him intently, almost predator-like. A question is in there somewhere as well and Spencer nods again.
You help him lift his hips, help him pull down the pants. Spencer is kind of busy kicking his legs a little to shake them off completely but when he looks back and down himself to where you are hyper-focused on the outline of his cock through the thin fabric he blushes.
Even more when he notices the big, dark blue splotch in front of his underwear. Thatâs definitely never happened before. How embarrassing.
When you look up at him again, youâre also flushed. Eyes dark, wide, voice kind of unsteady. âSpencer, Spencer, can I?â
âPleaseâ, and then you palm him with your hand, and it feels so good it takes all of his concentration to not come on the spot. He doesnât know if heâll survive this until you arrive to the main thing.
Itâs not the first time someone has touched him like that, but it is the first time you are doing it, and it already feels better than anything heâs ever felt before. Youâre either a wizard or Spencer is just biased because he thinks everything you do is ten times better than the same thing done by someone else.
Probably the first reason.
He has his head angled back, one of his arms thrown over his eyes. If he looked at you now, heâs pretty sure, heâd come. Visual stimulation on top of physical would probably be the end of him. Itâs already too much, just feeling your hand move up and down his dick in various pressures. Almost as if you are testing what he likes best, and Spencer is definitely here for it. Definitely. Heâs happy to just let you experiment with him until you know all the different ways to drive him mad with pleasure with just a few moves.
Which, you apparently already figured out, judging by the way Spencer canât form a single coherent thought anymore. Itâs already, so good, so freaking good holy shit, and youâre still not touching him. Still a layer of fabric between your hand and him and he kind of- just-
âTake it off?â
You still your hand, looking up at him. You look kind of crazed, almost a little pained. It takes two deep breaths for you to process what he just asked, eyes a little unfocused before they fix Spencer to the bed with an intensity that makes him feel unfocused. âYou sure, angel?â
Spencer literally canât do anything but nod. You stay in your position for some moments longer, before you sigh out a long breath, mumbling something that suspiciously resembles youâre gonna be the death of me. Spencer misses your warmth on top of him the second you hoist yourself up. Itâs kind of crazy and destitute of him. You are literally right there but heâs waited for this for so long it feels like heâs suffocating without your weight pressing him down. Which is ironic and also, insane.
Your fingers are gentle, when they move under the stretchy fabric of his underwear. Even gentler when they pull down and down and down until Spencer is entirely naked in front of you.
Oh, he feels so exposed. While he has been the recipient of a mediocre hand job before, itâs been in his trousers. This is kind of the first time someone sees him naked like that, because school locker rooms and his mother donât count.
He doesnât dare look at you. If thereâs anything akin to disappointment, not to mention disgust on your face- Spencer probably would have to jump out the window, stat. His gaze is frozen on his cock, steadily leaking precum on his stomach (which, embarrassing). Heâs abashedly trying to insert himself into your point of view, tries to imagine what you think about seeing him like this. What you might think about his dick, if itâs too short or too thin or if it looks weird, if he shouldâve shaved. If his legs look strange and too gangly now, or if his stomach connects to his pubic area wrong or-
âHoly shitâ, you say, and Spencer is too curious for his own damn good sometimes, because he canât force his gaze to stay away from you.
You look at him- like before. Reverent but more, so much more. He almost feels like a deity, the way you look at him. Someone to be awed by, someone that should be worshipped. Spencer feels his already in overdrive heartbeat quicken even more, blood flushing his cheeks so much it leaks down his throat, to his chest.
Spencer would literally kill to have you look at him like this for the rest of his life.
âHoly shit, Spencerâ, you repeat, eyes now meeting his, âYouâre like- a literal fucking dream. I cannot believe- youâre so beautiful, how are you so beautiful everywhere?â
Spencer whimpers and he needs you to touch him kiss him fuck him anything please now or he will absolutely die from heart palpitations.
Some of his despairing thoughts mustâve come through to you, because the next thing you do is moan, which is the best thing heâs ever heard. Then, you take off your sweater. Second to go is your cropped tank top and you arenât wearing a bra and good heavens.
Pictures could never compare. Not even Botticelli couldâve adequately committed you to canvas.
Spencer mustâve taken some brain damage from seeing you half naked. He doesnât remember you taking off the remainder of your clothes, nor does he remember you straddling him again. But, fuck.
Spencer kind of doesnât use the f-word that often but-
fuckfuckfuckufuckfkcufuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkc-
Youâre warm against him, and wet, so freaking wet, and it feels so mind-blowingly good- itâs a miracle heâs still holding on. But-
âWonât last longâ, he gets out, breathy and whiny and just so goddamn fuzzy from pleasure. The world could literally perish right now, and he wouldnât care. He canât care, because this is the best thing that ever happened to him and he wonât ever care about anything else ever again other than feeling you, you you you you, against him.
âSpencer, Spencerâ, you breathe, gasp, and fuck, the way you keep using his name. âAre you okay? Do you still want this?â
Itâs ridiculous you even ask. But the warmth in his chest, the feeling of comfort and safety and ease â because everything with you is so easy, so natural - he feels with the way you look after him-
He feels your thumbs caressing his wet cheeks. You put small, sweet kisses all over his face. Take the time to brush away some of his sweat-sticky hair from his forehead. Place kisses there too. You end with a drawn out, gentle kiss to his lips.
âWhat do you say, sweetheart?â
Thereâs really only one way for him to answer that. He trusts you. Plain and simple. Thereâs no one else he could ever do this with.
âYes, I want. Please.â
You kiss him again. âSo good Spencer, youâre so fucking good to me. I canât believe you are trusting me with this. You are incredible, angel.â
Spencer doesnât know how itâs anatomically possible, but he blushes even harder. Also, feels his cock twitch against you because he apparently likes to be called good almost as much as he likes being good. For you. Only you. Jesus Christ.
âDo you have a condom?â, you ask and ah. Well.
âSuitcaseâ, and wow. First word with more than one syllable since you straddled him the first time. Heâs being so brave right now. He deserves a medal. Proof of Being Able to Speak Polysyllabic Words While Getting Fucked (Almost).
Thereâs humour glistening in your eyes, when you hide a fake gasp behind your hand and say, âOh my god, Spencer you dog. Canât believe you planned this entire thing.â
Spencer almost chokes on his own spit. âN-no! I just- uh, like being prepared.â
You grind down a snort, drive your teeth into your lower lip. âIn case you accidentally saw your coworkerâs nudes and them being down to fuck you about it?"
Oh my god, youâre the most ridiculous person heâs ever met. He canât stop himself from grinning because seeing you trying to keep your laughter at bay-
âYes. That.â
âBut what if- what if it was Rossi instead of you seeing them? How wouldâve your plan worked out then, huh?â, you wheeze, shaking from literal suppressed laughter and Spencer makes a sound like a dying horse.
âRossi? Rossi?â
âOh my god, imagine it wouldâve been Hotch. He wouldâve probably fired me so hard and then called me a week later to disappointed-dad-talk me to come back but to please, refrain from bringing personal files to work in the future.â
Spencer laughs. Heâs still rock-hard underneath you, but heâs laughing because thatâs what you always do. Being so absurd and silly that heâs shocked to laughter.
He adores you with every fibre of his being.
âWhat the fuck?â, you ask, incredulous but laughing yourself, âIs my misery amusing to you?â
And Spencer feels like being a little bit of a brat. âVery.â
You flick his nose. Grumble something like Iâll show you misery and then you move your hips against his and Spencer sees stars. Letâs out an embarrassingly high whine.
Ah well. It was still worth it.
âDonât moveâ, you order, when you climb down from him to retrieve a condom. Spencer watches you, lets himself look at you. All the times heâs wondered how it would be, how it would feel like, being in this kind of situation with you. Heâs never in a million years thought it would feel so familiar. Like youâve done this before, so many times that itâs just become something normal between you two. Heâs actually relaxed. So turned on it feels like heâs going to burst any second, but heâs calm. He feels comfortable, so much so that it doesnât even matter that itâs the first time heâs doing this and heâs so clueless about all of this.
But he knows, if itâs with you, he never ever has to worry about anything.
âDo you have lube as well?â, you ask, rifling through his suitcase and distracting him from his sappy thoughts.
âHmm. No, Iâm sorry.â
âDonât be, angelâ, you say while returning to Spencer, and the nickname kind of switches something off again in his brain. Perfect. Heâs never going to be able to be normal again about that word.
âWeâll have to get some, for next time. Always feels better with it.â
Spencer hasnât really registered more than next time next time next time-
Heâs pulled out of his daze of knowing your intentions of this not only being a one-off thing, when you straddle him again, a bit lower on his legs. Spencer moans, loud and high, when you grab him by the base and god, fuck, his skin is tingling with anticipation.
With your other hand, you grab the condom and then use your teeth to open the packet, and his cock jumps in your hand. How are you so hot. How does everything you do turn him on so much, what.
He watches you take out the plastic ring as if heâs watching from above, out of his body. He watches as you position the condom over his tip and then pull it down, down and Spencerâs brain must be lagging because he feels everything with at least a two second delay and shit, god, son of a-
âYou ready, baby?â
He makes a noise between a sob and a whine. Heâs losing his mind. âPlease please please-â
âFuck, Spencerâ, you whine, lift yourself up a bit with your legs and then you are sinking down on him, inch by agonizing inch.
Itâs so good, itâs so good, you are so warm, so hot, and Spencer canât stop making noises until your hips are flush to his and heâs inside you.
You let out a loud, drawn-out moan above him. âFuck, fuck, Spencer. You feel so fucking good, holy shit.â
He feels like heâs one move away from coming. God, oh god, it feels so incredible.
âCan I move? Spencer, please?â, your voice is wrecked, youâre flushed down to your navel, and youâre the best thing heâs ever seen.
âPlease please please pleaseâ, itâs the only word he remembers how to pronounce.
âFuckâ, you almost sob, lifting yourself almost completely off him. You lower yourself back down again, one swift move, and you both moan.
You pick up the pace a little, fucking him with still languid but purposeful thrusts. Every time his cock sinks back into you, Spencer feels bits and pieces of his sanity crumbling away. He canât think, canât speak, his mind so fogged up and fuzzy heâs having troubles remembering who he is. Heâs so completely at your mercy heâd let you do anything to him.
That turns him on a worryingly huge amount. List, something about a list somewhere.
âOh, god, look at you. Spencer, baby, angel. You feel so good inside of me, so good.â
He keens, grabs at your strong thighs bracketing his slim hips. Arches up into you, closerclosercloser-
âYou like being good for me, right angel?â, you ask, hips slowing down to a gentle grinding that absolutely drives Spencer insane and heâs too far gone to even nod, âIt suits you. Being so wrecked for me, moaning and shaking. God, fuck, youâre divine, Spencer, fuck.â
The pressure behind his cock, low in his stomach, thatâs been building all evening, all week, holy shit, itâs too much. Spencer feels delirious, feels your hotness around him, feels your hands pressing his chest down into the bed. Heâs going to die it feels so good.
âYou going to come for me, Spencer? You gonna be good for me and come inside of me?â
Please please please please- itâs all he can think, all he can feel, because because-
You give a particularly hard thrust and-
Spencerâs coming, moaning and moaning, shaking everywhere. Heâs coming and it feels so good, so fucking good. Heâs never come so hard in his life before.
He might have blacked out a little. The next time heâs aware of something, itâs you cleaning him with a wet washcloth. Slow, and gentle and Jesus.
âWhat?â, is the first thing he manages to say, and you snicker beside him. You caress his face, hand running through his hair, down his chest. Peck his lips. Youâre both still naked.
âFeeling good?â, you ask and what kind of question even is that. You just fucked the soul from his body, and you ask him-
âI almost diedâ, he says, tagging your name at the end with an incredulous tint to it.
You snort, setting the washcloth on the nightstand behind you. You lie down close to him, cuddling into his side. âThat was the plan.â
âKilling me with sex?â
âYep. Thatâs for ogling my nudes without my permission, you creep.â
He says your name again, exasperated but so fucking fond itâs a miracle youâve never noticed his pining before. You shrug, pull a âwhat can you do faceâ. Spencer rolls his eyes and then, unceremoniously, flops on top of you.
âUffffâ, you press out. âYouâre smothering me, penguin.â
Spencer shrugs and copies the expression you just did. You bark out a laugh.
âHa! Didnât know post-sex Spencer is such a cheeky little shit. Iâve created a monster.â
He canât entirely control his face, some parts of a smile slipping into his features. He does manage to poke out his tongue at you though, before he buries his face in your neck.
Some minutes tick by, you both enjoying the otherâs presence and warmth and idleness, before something in his brain-
âWait-â, Spencer splutters, pushing himself away from you so that he can look at you. âDid you- did you even finish?â
Heâs kind of horrified. He was so focused on his pleasure- he- how did he forget? He doesnât remember you coming and oh no, heâs such an asshole, who doesnât make sure the other person has come as well and-
âSpencer, Spencerâ, you shush him, fingers trailing along his back, and he shivers, eyes rolling back.
âI made myself come right after, donât worry. You were kind of busy in your post-orgasm, pussy-drunk coma.â
Spencer flushes. âBut I wanted toâŚâ
You laugh softly. âYou can do whatever to me, next time, sweets. This was about you. Weâll go on a date as soon as weâre back home. Fucking Florida is driving me nuts.â
Oh, he suddenly feels shy. A date? You want to go on a date with him?
âReally?â, he asks, and he hates how insecure he sounds.
You send him an unbelieving look. âUh, what about the last hour makes you think otherwise? Seriously, Spencer, we need to work on your confidence.â
âOkayâ, he mutters, a little bit pout-y and you scoff, pulling him down on top of your chest again.
There, with your hands painting patterns on his back and him completely lost in your warmth and familiarity, Spencer thinks that maybe, Florida isnât that bad.
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Bonus
âSo, then. Made any scientific discoveries last night, pretty boy?â
Spencer chokes on his coffee.
âWhat?â
âNothingâ, his âfriendâ says, smirking and leaning against his table, âYou just seem to have figured out that little problem thatâs been keeping that pretty head of yours all messed up.â
Spencer feels himself flush. Stupid body and stupid involuntary, physiological reactions. Morgan picks up on it, of course.
âOhhhhh, want to share with the class what those discoveries were?â
Briefly, so very briefly, Spencer thinks of his self-compiled list but- no no no no.
âShut up, Morgan.â
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Lust for love. // Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Reader.
Summary: Aemond's life has always been a bitter and sour one, the only sweet thing in his life was you, his wife, perhaps too sweet for his liking, yet he neglected you in the past but a series of events lead you both together into love.
WARNINGS: mdni, smut, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, interrupted orgasm, horny aemond, martial duties, clit stimulation, tiddy succin, body worship(?), gentle and kind aemond but he gets rough during sex, + not proofread, lmk if I missed any!
WC: 2.9k
A/N: divider credits @cafekitsune
The cold breeze brushed against Aemond's face as he walked hastily towards your chamber, his boots clacking against the stone floor heavily while his heart banged in his ribcage.
He was feeling light headed, unable to form any thoughts and only the words of the maester rang inside his skull from earlier. âYour lady wife seems to be sickâ he had informed him and those mere words were enough to make Aemond spurt up from his chair in the meeting room and immediately rush towards you.
Aemond, frankly, did not know why he was feeling anxious at the information that you were sick, he did not even like you much and only merely married you for the connections and benefits your family provided.
You were just a mere duty to him, so when did he start caring about you?
He stood in front of your chamber door waiting anxiously as the guard gave him a bow before he opened the door, the mental hinges creaking as it slowly moved. He steps inside hurriedly and immediately lets out a sigh of relief when he sees you sitting up. You just stare at him confused.
âHusband? What are you doing here?â The tone of your voice indicated surprise, because Aemond had never visited your chambers even once since the beginning of your marriage and only called you to his chamber when he wanted to consummate.
âI had been informed by the maester that you were sick.â He replies nonchalantly, tone betraying the true feelings that were whirling on the inside. He wanted to get close to you, embrace you.
âI'm not with child.â You reluctantly tell him while looking down, suddenly feeling as though you are a disappointment. It felt humiliating to tell him that, especially when he came all the way to your chambers, he probably expected that you would be with a child.
Except that was not the case.
Aemond was confused on why you were bringing up that topic now, but then it clicked in his head and he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention before shaking his head, âOh no, wife, I wasn't here because of that.. I was worried.â He admits and your eyes widen in shock.
Worried for you?
For as long as you can remember Aemond never seemed the type to show affection or concern for anyone, perhaps it was due to his past grievances, you had only heard about his eye through rumours, he never opened up to you about anything. You were a duty for him, someone he needs a legitimate heir from; because it is not as though he doesnât have whores to seek pleasure from so what is the use of you? ; or at least that is what you had assumed and questioned.
But to Aemond, you were his sweet gentle wife, he was afraid of hurting you, in his vision, you were like a white swan, pure, elegant and graceful, he did not want to scare you lest you fly away from him. He did not know when he started perceiving you in this way, but as time went on, he had developed quite a soft spot for you.
âMy apologies, Lord husband, I did not intend to worry you.â You apologised, he shook his head gently. âNo need to apologise, how are you feeling now?â He questions and you simply blink at him, âI'm well, better than before.â You reply with a soft smile. Aemond's lip curved upwards slightly as he nodded, âVery well.â He says in a dismissive tone.
Awkward silence falls between you both as you look down, he clears his throat before speaking, âIf you'll pardon me- I have toââ
âWould you like to take a walk with me?â The question leaves your mouth in a hurry before you could stop it, a desperate attempt at clinging onto this fleeting moment of affection. He seems slightly taken aback but he nods his head, âI'd love to.â He replies and you nod, stepping in his direction and standing next to him. âShall we go?â You inquire, âYes, wife.â He answers and you wait for him to take the first step, which he does; and soon you follow him out of the room.
You both stroll down the garden, admiring the scenery, the breeze was gentle today, and the weather seemed perfect, Aemond linked your arm in his, holding you close to him.
Your skin was soft to the touch and it drove him insane, he couldn't help but stare at the way your breasts pushed up against the material of your dress, he never really properly fucked you like you deserve.
Yet now, he just wants nothing to do but push you against the castle wall and fuck you relentlessly in the garden. Aemond realised that he never heard you moan, or show any type of reaction when he consummated with you.
He wondered how your soft voice would shriek in pleasure, calling out his name in pleasure, how you'd cling so tightly to him, he wished he could witness such a sight. He wished he hadn't gone to whores to receive pleasure while he left his wife dry. He missed out on a lot of things due to his decisions.
He mentally made a note to stop visiting brothels as it would taint your honour, he could simply seek the same pleasure from you. He became more bothered as his imagination went wild.
â... husbandâŚ? husbandâŚ!â He snaps out of his imagination, looking at your confused expression, âY-Yes? Please excuse me, I was lost in thought.â He apologises and you give him a soft smile, âYou were saying something?â He asks and you nod, âI was thinking about; well; if you excuse my rudeness, I realised we don't know much about each other.â You truthfully tell him.
Aemond furrows his brows in question, âWhat do you mean by that wife?â
âI want to get to know you, husband.â You stare at him in the eye and his eye widens slightly, and just then he recalls the memory of Aegon's words.
âThat woman in the brothel knows more about you than your own wife, don't you find it amusing?â He was taunting Aemond, and at that time Aemond ignored those words, but now that you've openly admitted that you don't know him much made his heart shatter.
âOf course wife, what do you wanna know?â He decides to let his guard down, ready to tell you whatever you ask for. âEverything.â You reply, biting your lip anxiously, your hand travels up to his face, caressing his cheek before you trail your thumb down his scar. He knew what that implication meant and he smiles at you in a gentle manner, his own hand coming up to grab your wrist.
âOf course.â
Days pass by just like that, your marriage with Aemond had improved tremendously after your little effort to get to know him better, you felt bad for him when he began to reveal such vulnerable things, yet you never judged him.
He had shown you all of his vulnerability so openly, from the matter of his eye to everything else. You listened in silence, and he appreciated that.
As Aemond grew more comfortable, he began to show his emotional side, which included both his vulnerability and anger. He would utter treasonous things about his own brother.
This night was one of those cold nights, the cold breeze flew into the martial chambers you were waiting in, the maids prepared you for the consummation as they do, you and Aemond consummate according to your moon cycle since your only duty is to provide him with a heir.
And besides, he probably did not want to lay with you in an intimate manner, or for pleasure. You felt insecure because of that.
You were scared that after all this progress, everything would return to the same way it was before because of this night, you doubted that it would happen but your thoughts plagued you.
You winced when you felt the maid tug at a hair strand accidentally, âSorry my lady.â She apologises to you, âIt is alright.â You respond softly, you stare at your own reflection in the mirror, eyes trailing down your features.
The door to the chamber opens, and Aemond strides in hurriedly, the maids quickly finish fixing you up and leave the room immediately, you get up from your seat and turn around to see Aemond undoing his clothes.
âLet me help you.â You offered, usually he would decline and continue to undress himself, and you expected that again, but his actions shocked you.
He immediately dropped his hands to the side and turned to look at you, waiting for you to walk over to him and help him. You blinked rapidly before rushing over to where he stood before you stood in front of him.
Your hands immediately began to work on removing his vest, your fingers delicately undid the loops, you were too focused on the job that you failed to notice Aemond's piercing gaze. He watched with intent as you worked on removing his clothes, his eye taking in your form. His breeches felt tight.
You pushed his coat off his shoulders and peeled away the vest, revealing his tunic beneath the layers, his garments fell to the ground with a shuffle, you stepped back, leaving him in his undergarments.
He grabbed the hem of his tunic before he pulled it off and then began to undo his breeches, untying the strings. You took that as a gesture to lay down on the bed, facing up.
This is what you did when you both consummated before, you would lay down, he would spread your legs, insert himself, finish and leave.
You expected that to be the case, but you were surprised when climbed on top of you, his face right in front of yours, platinum locks curtaining around you. He stared at your lips for a moment before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his.
You were surprised, and didn't know what to do, so you stayed still, but he bit your lip, indicating his disappointment at your freezing up, and so you immediately tried to mimic his movements.
Your lips danced against his, yet it couldn't match the fervent passion he moved with, it was desperate, intimate and most importantly, filled with love and lust.
All your prior insecurities melted away under his warm lips which were filled with desire and want, he wanted you, he seeked you out.
You both pulled away to catch your breaths, his lips were glossy from your saliva and slightly swollen. Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest.
Aemond moved your night off your shoulder before ripping it apart, revealing your breasts which you immediately covered out of instinct. But he gently grabbed your wrists and pinned your hands to the side of your head.
He leaned down, tracing kissing down your jawline, to your neck and to the soft flesh of your chest. His hot breath against your bud made you shiver in delight.
He hooked his tongue on your hardened nipple before engulfing it with his mouth, you let out a squeal of surprise at his actions but you didn't stop him.
He suckled on it gently, using his teeth to trap the bud in between before licking it with his tongue, he grunted in delight, his grip loosening one of your hands, freeing it from his hold.
He grabbed your unoccupied breast with his now free hand, giving it soft squeezes and playing with the bud, rolling and pinching it. You were new to this, not having any understanding of what was happening, after all, you've only read about it, never experienced such intimate acts yourself.
You rubbed your thighs together, trying to ease the ache that was forming in between them, you realised how sticky the area felt, and how it made it difficult for the friction of rubbing to work.
He notices this, lets go of your breast with a pop, he smirks before he rises off from you and settles in between your legs, this was the position you were more used to.
He spreads your legs wide apart, pulling up your nightgown, revealing all of you. He pressed his thumb against your clit which made your breath, you stared at him confused until you felt him rub small circles upon it.
Your body felt pangs of delightful stimulation, you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling, all of this was foreign to you. Aemond takes a deep breath before he closes in on your cunt, before licking a stripe upwards to your clit. You jolt from the sudden pleasure.
Aemond wrapped his lips around it, sucking on the bud slowly, you whined, grabbing his head for support as his mouth worked wonders down there. You tasted absolutely divine to Aemond, your essence trailing down his cheek as your body produced so much of it. You whimpered, thrashing around lightly as his warm tongue flickered with your bud.
Aemond's tongue swirled around your clit before he captured it with his mouth once again; âOh! Yes!â You moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure when you felt him nibble on your bud. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth rose in your lower abdomen, you felt as if there was a fire inside you, waiting to combust any moment.
Just when you feet the flames beginning to erupt, Aemond stops his manoeuvres, putting out the fire, you furrowed your brows in confusion, wondering why he stopped.
But when you looked at Aemond, he seemed like an entirely different being at that moment, he had risen up back to his haunches again taking deep breaths almost as if he was trying to contain himself.
He was.
He had never felt such an overwhelming of desire in his body, every time he touched you; his mind scrambled into pieces, he wanted to fuck you so badly.
âAemond?â You call out softly, confused, wondering if he was disappointed by your behaviour but it seems to snap him out of his daze and he stares at you. âI apologise; I'm finding it hard to control myself.â He admits his thoughts.
âThen don't.â
Aemond swore he heard you wrong.
âWhat?â He questions you.
âDon't try to Aemond, Don't hold yourself back, I want this, I want you.â You admit shyly.
The atmosphere fell silent for a second and you could feel the awkwardness from your own words beginning to sink in, that was until Aemond moved suddenly.
You shrieked as he pulled your hips onto his lap, wasting no time in inserting himself, you gasped at the sudden stretch, feeling yourself become full of him. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support.
He held your waist tightly, grabbing onto your hips for leverage as he began to move, thrusting himself in and out.
This was a movement you were familiar with, yet somehow it still feels new because of the strange sensation, it felt more intimate and passionate, his thrusts held meaning and it was as if every time he pushed inside you; he was reaffirming his love and desire for you.
He pushed you into the mattress, grabbing your legs and shoving them to your chest as he thrusted hard, his skin slapped against yours loudly, the room echoing the noises.
You threw your head back at the sensation, and you felt the fire in your stomach rekindle and you couldn't help but desperately chase it. âAh, right there.â You moaned, feeling him hit a sweet spot inside you that fueled the fire in you, you gasped for air as every thrust of his knocked it out of your lungs. âYou feel so good, you're driving me insane, wife.â Aemond grunts, his thrusts never once faltering.
Everything about this night together was very different from the previous ones, Aemond had never felt this good and neither have you, he regrets not trying to get to know you earlier. He felt like he was in heaven with the way you clenched around him.
He felt his high approaching, and he desperately ran after it thrusting deeper inside as he groaned and moaned.
Your body jolted up and down the bed and you felt the fire beginning to spread out slowly, you closed your eyes, when you felt the fire suddenly go out, you were confused but as Aemond thrusted one more time it erupted in your body like volcano, coursing through your veins and to your mind.
You moaned loudly, grabbing the sheets and arching your back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the intensity, you have never felt this way before.
Your vision went completely white before you could see once again, you felt Aemond finish inside you, his cocking twitching as he spurted his seed deep inside you.
âSeven hells.â He groans, riding his orgasm off, you watch as he clenches his eye shut taking deep breaths.
He looked so ethereal.
He immediately falls down next to you, catching his breath, he pulls you close and kisses you on the forehead, âYou did so well for me.â He praises you, and you blush shyly.
Neither of you moved from the bed, having no intention to.
Typically Aemond would leave the room right after.
Yet he didn't.
He was stroking your shoulder gently as you dozed off, head resting on his shoulder.
He looks at your closed eyelids and thinks you're asleep.
âI love you.â He confesses, realising his true feelings.
Your lips quirk up into a smile before you open your eyes slightly.
âI love you too.â
You then doze off into slumber immediately, Aemond's heart picks up its pace, embarrassed and shy that you had heard him, but your response made him smile.
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YOU'RE SUCH A PERV! â JJK MEN
SYNOPSIS...pervy acts that the jjk men do
INFO...jjk men (toji, gojo, nanami, geto) x fem!reader, panty stealing, jerking off, spying on you, taking pictures/videos of you, groping you, not proofread
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GOJO
gojo loves to steal your panties and use them to jerk off whenever youâre not home or busy with work in another room. The way he got fixated on this was by accident, seeing your lace panties lying on the bed because you forgot to fold them from the clean laundry and gojo, for some reason, immediately got hard. He didnât care if they were used or not, but just the thought that theyâve been on you, snug against your pussy. Before he knew it, he was using your underwear to help jerk off and boy did he cum a lot. He was left shaking, panting and bewildered by what he just did. It became addicting, and now he steals your panties to jerk off. âSatoru, have you seen my pink lace underwear?â You ask. âMmm, no. Maybe theyâre in the wash?â He shrugs. Little do you know he has them stuffed in his pocket for later.
TOJI
this man is big on physical affection when it comes to you. Previously, he would hate being crowded and clingy with his partner, but something about you changed that in him. Toji is big on groping you and Iâm talking like eyeing you down like a piece of cake, thinking of all the nasty things he could do to you before his big rough hands are reaching out to grab your titties. His thumbs rub over your hardened nipples with a smug smile on his face. Sometimes heâll scoot by you, hand on your waist before saying, âscuse me, baby.â Pushing his entire bulge against your ass. All you do is look at him with narrowed eyes while he chuckles. When youâre lying down he likes smacking and grabbing your ass. At this point itâs muscle memory for him. But sometimes he ends up getting horny, and heâll pull his cock out and start jerking off right there in front of you, still groping your body. âToji, what are you doing?!â Your brows furrow. âShhh, just keep watching the movie, sweetheart.â
GETO
this man is so pervy like big time perv. He will record you and take pictures of you anywhere he sees fit. Sneaking a picture of your ass in the dress youâre wearing. Taking videos of you while youâre changing. Sometimes heâll zoom in your lips while youâre doing your makeup so he can jerk off to it later. He has a whole folder dedicated to you. When yâall are having sex, of course geto has to be the photographer he is. âLift your skirt up for me.â He snaps a picture of you bent over the bed, the skirt barely covering your ass. Whenever you give him head, heâll make it a priority to cum on your face so he can take pictures of you smiling. Isnât he the best? Also, he for sure records you while youâre taking a shower, even if the steam is fogging up the glass, he can still see the outline of your naked body and thatâs enough for him. âWe should make a movie. What dâya say, princess?â
NANAMI
as sweet as nanami is, I feel like he would be the type to spy on you and secretly listen to you if youâre ever playing with yourself. He canât tell if you do it on purpose or what because each time he comes home, the bedroom door is cracked and youâre fucking yourself with the toy he bought you. As we watches you from the dark, he loosens the tie around his neck as he hold back the urge to bust into the room and fuck you senseless, but he gets a sense of adrenaline watching you silently, seeing you lose yourself as you call out his name. He palms himself through his slacks before he finally canât resist it anymore and starts jerking off to you, following your movements. He knows itâs wrong to do it, he feels like such a creep, but goddamn does he love how it feels, the rush is gives him. âThere you go baby, cum for me,â he whispers as his eyes intensely watch how your legs shake.
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Seeing kny men shirtless for the first time
Pairings: Rengoku x fem!reader; Gyomei x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader (bonus: all hashira men x fem!reader)
Word Count: 3,2k
Warnings: this might be a little shitty so be nice pls, this is actually the first time I ever wrote for Gyomei so please please please let me know what you think! not 100% proofread đĽšđ¤
Rengoku Kyojuro
âHave you seen Rengoku-san? Thereâs something I want to ask him about our upcoming mission.â
Tengen tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, lips unable to keep that dirty grin off his face. Yeah, surely youâre asking for a mission and not because youâre having a crush on the flame hashira since joining the pillars.
âHe went outside in the gardens to view the blooming rosesâ, he lies oh so innocently.
A bright smile creeps up your face, heart already skipping a beat in excitement. If you were only brave enough to finally ask Kyojuro out, how easier your life would be if youâd just keep your distance to him. But the prospect of seeing him alone is enough for your mind to go blank. Hopefully, the others donât notice.
âThank you so much, Tengenâ, you blurt out with a hasty bow before yanking out of the room.
âDidnât he say he wanted to change since he sweated so much during training?â, Shinobu thinks out loud.
âYeah, thatâs going to be a lot of funâ, Tengen replies with a smirk plastered onto his face.
Your mind races back and forth as you make your way to the gardens. What will you even ask him? Maybe what he has planned, if he already knows something? What if you mess up? This is actually the first time you and Kyojuro got assigned a mission together. You have to make a good impression or otherwise, he wonât take you with him again.
âRengoku-san, I donât mean to disturb you, but I have a few questions regarding the ne-â
Your breath gets stuck in your throat immediately, feet coming to a rapid stand.
There he is, the flame hashira.
Shirtless, his upper body soaking wet while he empties a bucket of water over his head.
âOh, (y/n)! I didnât expect you here!â, he announces with his eyes widened.
You canât even blink, mind going dull. You always secretly imagined what Kyojuro might look like underneath that uniform, if his muscles look as buff as they feel underneath your touch while training.
And they do.
Oh god, they definitely do.
âI-IâŚTengen told me thatâŚYouâre here to seeâŚthe rosesâ, you blurt out, still unable to look away.
âIndeed! But before that, I really needed to change my uniform since I sweated a lot during training.â
âYeah, I can see thatâ, you mumble.
â(y/n), are you not feeling well? You look quite red from afar. Allow me to check on you.â
When he suddenly starts walking towards you with his chest muscles tensing with each and every step, you feel like fainting. Of course you never doubted that this man looks good underneath that uniform, but this?
âYour cheeks are really hotâ, he comments while running his wet hand up and down your cheek.
âIâŚIâŚâ
Your mind is a mess, not a single thought is making sense right now. Are you dreaming? Is that really Rengoku Kyojuro standing in front of you with his abs glittering in the heat of the sun, so close that youâd be able to touch him.
âMaybe you should go and see Shinobu-â
âIâm flustered!â, you finally cry out like an idiot.
Only to regret your words immediately.
His hand stops right in its tracks, the piercing presence of his orbs forcing you to look up at him.
âWhy would you be flustered, (y/n)?â, he questions innocently.
May the ground swallow you whole in hope youâll never return. God, why does this have to be so embarrassing? Youâll definitely have a word with Tengen when this is over.
âBecause IâŚI have a crush on you, Kyojuro.â
The words you never dared to say out loud, that lingered through your mind each and every time you saw him. Like a rock, they fall off your chest while a wave of pure panic starts rushing over you.
You just confessed your feelings to him.
Him, Rengoku Kyojuro.
âI think I need to go nowâ, you blurt out, already starting to turn away when Kyojuro grabs your wrist gently.
âPlease donât go, (y/n). Actually, I feel the same way about you.â
He sweeps you around so rapidly that you are forced against something as hard as a wall. Did he accidentally throw you against a wall, the nearby tree?
The second you open your eyes again, you stare at his bare chest, only millimetres away from your face.
That wasnât a wall.
âI had an eye on you since the first time I saw you. You are justâŚso amazing!â, he confesses with a passion that is even unusual for him.
âKyojuro, IâŚâ
Your bare face touched his naked chest.
âIâŚâ
And donât get started on his sight, his broad chest, the muscles that flex when he grabs your shoulders passionately.
âIâŚI canâtâŚâ
âWhatâs wrong, (y/n)? A cat got your tongue?â, Tengen jeers from behind.
All your senses seem to come back to you in the split of a second when a wave of anger washes over you.
âYou littleâŚWhy did you do that!?â, you cry out while storming towards the much taller man.
âBecause your face looks very flashy when itâs this red.â Â
 Gyomei Himejima
To say that you are exhausted would be the understatement of a century. Being out in the scorching sun all day really took its toll on your already bruised body.
Not to mention the training methods of none other than the stone hashira himself.
Gyomei is not a stranger to you. Youâve known each other for quite some time by now, joining the demon slayer corps almost simultaneously. And that force of a man never failed to impress you.
You wrench your sweat-soaked clothes in the river while staring at your own reflection. Why are you even here, though? You might not be a hashira yet, but you trained with Gyomei countless times before. Over and over, you shoved rocks around and almost drowning in that exact river. At this point, the basic training of the corps members isnât even enough for you to break a sweat. You find yourself shoving that rock 10 cho by now while carrying tree trunks on your back.
You furrow your eyebrows. Now that you think of it, you didnât even catch a glimpse at Gyomei himself since being here. Apparently, the hashira training does keep him busy.
That sting of agony that pierces through your heart canât be stopped, though. Over the span of those last years, you got to know the stone hashira better. Despite his tall and threatening appearance, he is the softest man youâve ever known. So kind that he brought tears to your eyes more than once, so considerate that itâs hard to believe that this man lives alone.
It was inescapable for you to fall from him head over heels. And now you find yourself longing for his presence even though you know all too well that he is busy training the corps members.
âI didnât expect to greet you here at this late hour.â
You almost trip over head-first into the water, caught by a strong hand last-minute before you take another dive into the river.
âIâm beyond sorry for scaring you like this, (y/n)â, an all too familiar voice continues while pushing you back on your feet.
Normally, the first thing you see is his demon slayer uniform and cloak draped around him in a somehow elegant way.
But not today.
You swallow hard, widened eyes blankly staring at his naked chest. This man standing in front of youâŚGyomei wears nothing but his uniform pants.
âI��uhâŚdonât w-worryâ, you stutter like an idiot, his arms still holding you in place gently.
âDid I interrupt you? I didnât know that you were taking a bath.â
His soft voice paired with that sight in front of you. Youâve never seen him shirtless, never witnessed the way his veins pop out of his arms and how well formed he is underneath that uniform. It would be so easy to allow your fingertips a taste and let yourself discover his muscles even better, to just stretch out your hand and-
âDoes it bother you that I am shirtless? I came here to take a bath myself.â
âBother?â, you press out.
âIâŚIâm not bothered at all!â
âI guess Iâm just a littleâŚflusteredâŚâ
âFlustered?â, he repeats in confusion.
âIf I make you feel uncomfortable, Iâll cover myself of course. I just noticed you were here and we havenât seen each other for a long time by now.â
âI missed youâ, he adds, forcing your world upside down for a minute.
Since youâve got to know him, there was never more than friendly words between Gyomei and you. Not more than a shoulder rub, not more than motivating words from time to time. You never allowed yourself to compliment him or talk about anything apart from missions.
Until now. Until Gyomei confessed out of nowhere that he missed you.
While being shirtless
âIâŚmissed you tooâ, you finally give in.
You allow your eyes a little glimpse at him. Just a little taste of his broad shoulders and how his veins stand out. Just a little something of his rock-hard abs, his enormous upper body that is usually covered by his uniform. Just one look at-
âI thought about you all the time, to be exactâ, you breathe out before you even realize what youâre talking about.
âIâm feeling the same way, (y/n). Let me assure you that my heart beats just as fast as yours at the moment.â
Gently, he cups your hand with his and presses your palm against his bare chest, straight against his racing heart that pulsates against your skin.
Oh god. You feel like fainting any given minute, your very own heart pounding so hard that you might get a heart attack.
âNow, allow me to put on my uniform again so that we can have a proper-â
âWait!â, you blurt out.
âLetâs just stay like this for uhâŚa little longerâŚâ
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Itâs hard to keep your palms from sweating when you know exactly where youâre going. To him, the wind hashira. The man who swept you off your feet without even trying, the man you havenât seen in such a long time by now.
While Sanemi always kept himself busy with missions, you were assigned to a mission far away from home. It took you over a month to finally find the demon who was responsible for this mess. And eventually, Sanemi just stopped writing you letters or replying to your messages. Even though you were so sure that he might feel the same way about you, he proved you wrong.
In the most painful way.
âI canât go any further, thatâs exactly where he isâ, you complain while following your crow around.
You know this path uncomfortably well, the way it leads you next to a river, through a field of strawberries. Straight into the wind hashira estate.
âDirect orders from Kagaya-sama! You need to undergo the hashira training!â
âI just returned from an exhausting mission, did you tell him that?â, you bark back only to get attacked by your stinky crow.
âSo cheeky! Watch how you talk to me!â, it cries out, literally dragging you along with it while its beak bursts the skin of your cheek.
Your heart almost stops beating, pounding rougher and rougher against your ribcage with every step you take towards the wind hashira estate.
What if the man you still love rejects you? What if he breaks your heart in front of everyone else, if he speaks out those words you imagined when you waited another day for his reply?
You want to escape, want to get as far away from here as possible. But your unforgiving crow drags you with it until you find yourself at the front doors of his estate.
âGet yourself together, dumbass! Go inside and talk to him! GO!â
With one last bite it finally leaves you alone, right at the opened front door.
Thereâs nothing youâd like more than vanishing from this earth, to get swallowed whole. Why on earth does it have to be him first? Why arenât you allowed to train with Tengen, Giyu, basically everyone else? Your heart races so hard inside your ribcage that it takes your breath away, eyes staring into the dark estate.
Is he even home?
You allow yourself to take a few steps into the building, to look around. No cries, no voices? Maybe he isnât even home. Are they training somewhere else, in the nearby woods, maybe?
âFuck!â
His voice almost sends you over the edge, forces your eyes to dart around in sheer horror. That was Sanemi, without any doubt. But is he alone?
What if heâs not?
What if heâs with a girl?
You swallow hard, the ugliest thoughts taking over your head when you hear water splashing from a room nearby.
You canât help it. As quiet as possible, you make your way towards the room the sounds originate from, ready to find literally everything. What if thatâs the reason he didnât write you back? What if he fell in love with another woman and simply forgot about you?
Your eyes peek through the ever so slightly opened door.
And your jaw drops to the floor in an instant.
There he stands, nothing but a towel covering his private parts while droplets of water run down his naked back. Sanemi just washed himself.
But ohâŚ
You can feel your mouth watering just by looking at the scars that cover his back, how delicious the water than runs down his neck seems. Â Youâre only a few steps away from that force of a man, only a few steps in order to touch him. You always wondered what his skin feels like, if his outside is as rough as his inside. And what does he smell like straight out of the shower? Does he still smell like himself? And what about his abs-
All air drains from your compressed lungs as you suddenly find yourself pinned against the wall straight in Sanemiâs bathroom.
âWhy the hell are you spying on me like some little freak?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âIâŚwasnât spyingâ, you press out, his distressed orbs meeting yours.
Fuck, youâre screwed.
âOh yeah? Why were you standing outside my bathroom then? I didnât even know you were back!â
âBecause you never fucking askedâ, you finally bark back.
He draws even closer, lingers over you like an unpromising shadow with his naked upper body still dripping. No, you have to concentrate on the fact that youâre mad as hell right now, thereâs no room for inspecting his upper body.
But his abs definitely look as good as they feel.
âYou were out on a mission, how the hell was I supposed to ask? I thought youâd just let me know when youâre backâ, he bites back.
âOh, could have tried answering my damn messages, maybe? Did you ever think about that!?â
âMe answering your messages? You never replied to me!â
You furrow your eyebrows.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âWhat Iâm talking about? I sent you countless messages and you never answered. I even asked Kagaya-sama if you died or something! IâŚI was so fucking worriedâŚâ
His heavy breath mixes with yours, caresses your oversensitive skin.
âBut SanemiâŚI did the sameâ, you finally mutter.
Sanemiâs chest rises and falls rapidly, a few water drops escaping the force of his skin. His oh so glowy skin. Of course you knew that this man would look good shirtless. But this? How are you supposed to stay focused when his skin turns pink ever so slightly, when his muscular chest moves like that?
âCan you stop staring at my abs and focus on me for one minute?â, he barks while flicking in front of your way too focused eyes.
You feel your cheeks heat up in an instant, glossy eyes staring at him like a caught deer. If thereâs one thing thatâs worse than checking Sanemi out, itâs definitely getting caught.
âSorry, I have to goâ, you mumble while pulling yourself away from him.
Only to find yourself wrapped in his naked arms even tighter.
âYouâre not going anywhere. I just asked you somethingâ, he warns you.
âLet go of me!â
âDid youâŚmiss me?â
Your arms stop right in their tracks, widened eyes staring at his flustered face in sheer disbelief. There he stands, Sanemi Shinazugawa, straight out of the shower while asking you if you missed him?
âYeah, alwaysâ, you reply out of instinct.
âGood. Because same.â
He doesnât even give you the chance to second-guess your answer. In the split of a second, you get devoured by his muscular arms, your very own kimono soaking wet in an instant.
Are you dreaming?
âWait, what?â, you breathe out.
âAnd you totally checked me outâ, he adds proudly.
âI didnât check you out-â
âOh yeah?â
He lets go of you just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his delicious upper body again.
âMaybe a little bitâŚâ
-Bonus-
You huff out in exhaustion. What the actual fuck were you thinking when you agreed on training with all hashira? Well, apparently not that youâd literally vomit all over yourself after getting hit without any mercy by all of them.
âThat little fucker Shinazugawaâ, you curse under your breath while stomping towards the wind hashira estate.
âIâll kick your puny ass next time.â
Your feet drag you back to them with last strength. Rengoku, Tengen, Obanai, Shinazugawa, TomiokaâŚwhy on earth are all of them so damn strong? Super unfair.
âHave you seen how I beat the shit out of her?â, you hear Sanemi jeer from afar as well as the constant mumbling of the others.
âIt wasnât necessary to hit her this hardâ, Giyu comments.
âHell yes it was. Now that brat knows what sheâs dealing with!â
All you see is red. Even though your body begs you to stop, you storm towards their voices.
âListen up, you little shit-â
Your breath gets stuck in your throat, eyes darting around without a real aim.
There they stand. Shirtless. Every single one of them.
Oh.
âDonât worry, itâs not your fault that youâre a loser-â
Just this once, youâre actually able to ignore Sanemiâs shitty words. That toned abs Rengoku has, Tengenâs veiny arms, Obanaiâs athletic build, the scars that compliment Sanemiâs muscles so well-
Why is it suddenly so hot?
âAre you okay, (y/n)?â, Giyu questions while rubbing the back of his head with a towel.
How is it possible that he looks this good underneath that loose uniform? You always expected Giyu to be rather athletic that muscular given his fast movements. But that mountain of a biceps definitely doesnât lie.
âIâŚâ
Not a single logical thought is left in your blank mind, eyes roaming back and forth between them.
âI need to go.â
In the matter of seconds, you disappear inside the wind hashira estate without a trace.
âIs (y/n) alright? She looked rather paleâ, Rengoku thinks out loud, still staring at where you last stood.
âShe was definitely checking me outâ, Tengen announces proudly.
âYou? Bet she was looking at meâ, Sanemi jeers at the tall man.
âHow are they so hot?â, you mumble to yourself while inspecting them through the window.
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