#i wanna feel someone's body pressed against mine

[clandestinemeeting]

Gods, I super wanna make out w somebody rn

[plumiechim]

Fuck the pain out [JJK] [m]

PAIRING: Jungkook x female reader

GENRE: Halloween party, smut, angst if you consider, pwp

WARNING: masked shit (ghostface), he is masked, unprotected sex, oc is js sad, he likes her, blowjob, lil fluff talk and blah blah

SUMMARY: Maybe ghostface will fuck your sadness away tonight.

W.C: 1.3k

A/N : Halloween and yet no man masked as ghostface to fuck me so why not write about it. Enjoy!

I was so broken by that point I didn't even give a fuck who the man kissing my neck was. He told me he'll make me feel good, treat me good tonight, maybe help me forget that I'm a fucking shattered piece of soul.

I can't even tell how he looks because his face is concealed by an intimidating mask. "I'm ghostface." was how he'd introduced himself to me while I was alone by myself smoking a joint at this halloween party my friends brought me to.

Having to see a person you've always loved deep down in your heart for years with another girl feels like shit even though I know I have no right to feel that way.

We're in the dark, now that his mask is off, I can't really see his face but I can feel the jewel on his lip momentarily graze my neck-

Wait.

I know who that jewel belongs to.

My eyes shoot open and my hands slide to his shoulders. I croaked, "Are you sure you wanna-." His lips shut me off before I speak any further.

A soft whimper leaves my mouth as his lips delve deeper into my mouth, "So broken, so needy." His lips graze against mine. "It's okay baby, I'll make you forget him tonight."

The way he assured me, gosh. I softly slipped my hands cupping the girth of his neck, I could feel him looking at me. I took my lips down his jaw as I slipped my palm to the back of his head and trailed kisses up to the corner of his lips.

"Kiss me." His whispers were all that I needed to press my lips against his. His hand roughly grabbed me by my neck as he hungrily devoured my lips.

His passionate kiss kept me busy as he slowly lowered us onto the mattress, him nestled between my legs as he trailed kisses from my lips to my chin, my jaw down to my cleavage.

"You need someone to worship you." His murmur tickles my skin and I suck in a sharp breath. "Understand you." A stinging sensation of his teeth slightly nipping on my skin, yet I love it. "Validate you." He continues his abuse on my skin. "Love you." Maybe its the joint that's heightening my senses and making me extremely sensitive to everything I was feeling. I wanted him. Bad. "You need commitment." He tugs onto my pants.

Oh my.

I push him off of me as he stands at the edge of the bed. Even though I can't really see I can sense him. I can sense him looking at me. A little surprised, confused at the same time. I can feel his chest raising and falling rhythmically with his loud erratic breaths.

I undid the buttons of his shirt one by one ascending, while his fingers tangled and played with my hair.

It was as if he was sculpted, body so perfect, muscles in right places. My tongue brushed over his abs leaving wet kisses as I went lower and tugged on the band of his Calvin Kleins.

As I pulled down his boxers, I could feel him tightening his grip on my locks. I get off the bed down on my knees as I spit on his cock and sensually lick the tip then proceed to slowly put him in my mouth.

His tatted arm fists my hair. His girth barely fitting into my mouth, but I still make an attempt to bob my head. His moans were so pretty, so hot, made me wanna go deeper and harder. The vibrations of his vocalization revert to the back of my throat.

I'm loving the fact that I'm making him feel good. I slowly get used to his girth and start working my mouth on him in all the ways I can. The way he's tugging on my hair kinda stings but that is something I can easily overlook.

"Fuck, you're so good." I can feel my own arousal spasming through my insides as i can feel him twitching in my mouth. "I'm not gonna last much." He moans as he pulls out of my mouth and grabs my hair, not by extreme but strong enough to yank me to the bed. He crawls, spreading my legs open and resting between my thighs.

I let out a small whimper as my back meets the surface of the mattress. He wastes' no time in ripping me off of my clothes and throwing them across the room. "I'm not going soft on you." He whispers as his thumb plays with my lower lip. I gently wrap my lips around his finger and flick it out. "I don't want that either." I breathe out.

"Baby, I wanna fuck you mad. Like an animal."

"You better do."

I physically jerk at the feeling of his fingers grazing my glistening cunt. I bite my lips as he slides his hand up my folds and slowly inserts his finger in me.

He goes slow at first but then shows no mercy, plunging his fingers in and out of me. His lips press against mine as he swallows my moans.

"I want you. Please." I breathe out and that's all he needed to pull his fingers out of me and reach out for the piece of latex.

I stop him. "I want you raw in me."

"If you do that then I can't fucking pull out-"

"I want you to not." I cut him off and I can see his silhouette, his neck cranking sideways putting on the mask he possessed, and I feel his girth in me and his tatted arm presses me down to the pillow by my neck.

"Baby you feel so good." He reaches down to kiss my thigh from under the mask as he starts with his thrusts.

Divine is what I would like to call this feeling. He felt so good I couldn't help but let out obscene noises. He felt divine. His moans, his breath, his thrusts, him inside me. It was all so hot.

My back arched as his thrusts got insanely deep and hard. His grip on my neck tightens and I feel our arousal dripping down my thighs.

"Mine." he grunts. "You're mine."

This was unusual for me. Cumming so fast like this. But I could already feel the tightening sensation and I can no longer assure that I am sane. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I take full pleasure of the feeling of him inside me, shaking vigorously underneath him syncing with his animalistic thrusts. As he leans down, I lift his mask a little to let him peck my neck. I can see veins popping on his neck, from the illumination from the window. His face and neck flushed pink.

"Baby you gonna cum?" I nod. He slows down. I whimper. "I need words, love." He smirks on my skin. "I'm gonna cum." I blurt out, my hips desperately trying to create some sort of stimulation.

But my pathetic attempt fails as he grabs my hips, restoring his thrusts. And I no longer am able to hold it in me. I unfold shaking under him, clenching hard. "Yeah baby, come all over my cock." He coos, his thrusts again going gentle.

But that was short lasted as he started chasing his own orgasm. Overstimulating but I loved the way he was desperately snapping his hips against mine. "Fuck if you clench on me like this- fuck." and with the hottest moan, he cums in me. His mask now off of him, hot sweaty body pressed against mine, his wet strands tickling my breasts. and his lips on my skin.

He takes a few minutes to regain his breath. "So you staying for the night or not." He says as he turns on the dim lamp from the nightstand.

His expression soon turns into a slight disappointment seeing the uncertainty in my face.

[thatdesigirl17]

only mine

toxic!theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: theo being toxic, jealous and possessive, name calling/degradation, violence/fighting, swearing/cursing

requests are open! let me know if you want a smutty part 2!

Theodore Nott was beyond angered. Rage coursed in his blood and through his veins while he searched for the reason for his fury: Adrian Pucey. 

Earlier that day Mattheo, his best friend, had told Theo that Adrian fancied his girlfriend, Y/N. Mattheo had overheard Adrian talking to his friends about Y/N, her face, her body, how he would like to have her to himself, how he’d fuck her and how perfect would it feel, how he’d grab her long hair and fist them and make her do all the things he wanted to do with her. Adrian almost sounded certain that he could make her forget all about Theodore.  

Theo took long strides along the corridors of the castle, his dead eyes turning dark, his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted. Junior students were scurrying out of his way, seeing his fury evident on his sharp features. Just as he stepped outside the castle, the sight made his blood boil even further, if that was possible. He halted in his tracks, clenching his jaw even further. 

Y/N was sitting on a bench with Adrian next to her side, both of them laughing. Adrian scooted closer to her, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear and caressing her locks that flowed freely down her back. Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but Theo couldn’t notice that not when he was blinded by his anger. He stormed towards the bench in the courtyard and just as Y/N was about to tell Adrian that she felt uncomfortable and he should stop, Theo fisted the collar of his shirt pulling him away and punched him right in the face, making the boy fall to the ground. 

Y/N jumped to her feet, gasping and placing her hand on her mouth, surprised by the sudden actions of her boyfriend. Her eyes widened as the scene before her unfolded where Theo did not stop, he kept punching him to the point Adrian’s face was bloodied. There was blood splattered on the grass and on Theo’s knuckles. Theo’s eyes were still dark, full of anger and rage. 

He crouched down and grabbed his jaw forcefully. ‘Ever talk to my girl or about her and you will end up in a state way worse than this.’, he spat, his face laced with a scowl as he let go of his jaw roughly before getting back up and kicking the limp body again in the stomach.

Theo then turned to Y/N, stepping closer to her, and invading her personal space. He towered above her, his face inches away from hers. ’What the hell were you thinking? Letting him touch you like that?’, he said narrowing his eyes, his voice laced with anger. ‘I- I was about to tell him to stop-‘, she tried to explain before Theo cut her off. ‘You’re such a fucking slut, going to anyone who gives you even an ounce of affection and letting them do whatever they want to you.’, he said, towering above her further making her eyes well up with tears. ‘Don’t cry now cara mia, wouldn’t wanna make a scene now, right?’, he said in a sickeningly sweet voice, his hands moving to cup her face, his thumbs brushing across her cheekbones, his touch almost tender, almost gentle. But his eyes betray his true feelings, the dark, stormy depths filled with a rage that threatens to consume him.

His hands moved to her shoulder, his fingers gripping the clothed flesh of her shoulders hard and rough enough to leave marks as he slowly turned her around making her feel every moment of his touch. 

Once her back was against his chest, he fisted her hair, yanking her head back, making her whimper and exposing her neck. He pressed a kiss to her neck, sucking and biting hard, marking her as his. ‘Amore mio, I hate seeing you with someone else, it hurts me.’, he said against her skin. ‘Do you like seeing me getting hurt, bella?’, he asked innocently. On not hearing an answer, he bit down on her neck again, harder, whispering in a stern voice, ‘Answer me.’ ‘No.’, she whimpered, her voice quivering. ‘Good girl.’, he said, soothing her skin with his tongue and pressing gentle kisses to the fresh bruise on her skin.

Theo then pulled away, gently caressing her hair as he fisted them and slowly twisted them into a bun. He pulled the hair tie off his wrist and tied them up, his hand moving down to hold her by the back of her neck, while the other gripped her waist tightly. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, nibbling at her earlobe, ‘Only I have the right to see you with your pretty hair open and touch them, pull them. You seem to have forgotten that, bella. You’re mine and now I’ll have to remind you who you belong to for the rest of the day.’ He kissed her cheek slowly, resting his head on her shoulder. ‘Come on.’, he whispered before pulling her into the castle and to his dorm.

[ginevrapng]

the first time james saw you he lost interest in any other girl, you just looked so soft, so adorable. he wanted to keep you all to himself, away from prying eyes. before you he would tell people he doesn't have a type because before you he didn't, now though, well it's a different story, he just wants to wrap his arms around your plush waist and never let you go. he would gladly die between your thick thighs, buried between them.

one day you came into class and he figures that you must have run out of clothes to wear so you had to wear some of your old ones and that may have been one of the happiest days in his life. your shirt too tight and your skirt too short. he could see how the fabric and buttons of the shirt was struggling to stay covering your chest and your skirt short enough that james could see light stretch marks covering your skin, but also long enough to not cause a scene. no one else took notice of your attire that day, but james did. he couldn't help it, and he swears he tried to look away but he just couldn't, you're just so beautiful. he felt like a creep but he couldn't pay attention to anything else, he wanted to delicately trace your stretch marks with his fingertips. he wanted to do things that he'd never say out loud.

james wants to pull you down into his lap while he see's you making your way to your own table in the great hall. he wants to feel your body pressed against his and smell your sweet perfume. he knows you'd complain about being too heavy, he's overheard you mention it before, about how you think you're too heavy to get picked up or be on top of someone. james wants to impress you, to show you that he can, because of course he can pick you up and of course you're not too heavy for him, you're perfect the way you are and he's strong enough to lift anything and everything. he'd carry you with one hand all the way up a mountain if it would impress you and get you to notice him.

he wants to pinch your chubby cheeks and wants to kiss your forehead. he wants you.

his friends obviously notice this new attraction james has towards this girl but chosen not to mention, that is until he started to constantly bring you up and gushes to them about how perfect and cute you are. this getting very mixed reviews from his friends, lily having pity for you, aware of how he gets when he likes someone, sirius constantly teasing him about you, mary saying how nice you sounded, remus seemed mostly indifferent to the whole thing, marlene telling him to make a move. if james was honest he didn't take much notice of the teasing or the annoyance that they had because he kept bringing you up, he just needed to tell everyone about how amazing you are.

james knows how to pine after a girl and god does he do exactly that and he makes that very known to you. at first you were wary and skeptical of this sudden attention the famous gryffindor quidditch captain bestowed on you, he was one of the most popular students in hogwarts but after a while james broke down your walls with his charming smile and his acts of kindness, walking you to classes and pulling pranks on anyone who says nasty comments about you weight.

soon enough you end up in wrapped in red and gold on your way to support him in a match, his scarf keeping you warm from the harsh weather. after his win you end up running into his arms, congratulating him as he spins you around, you complain that he's sweaty, causing him to chuckle.

cupping your cheek, he lowers his voice and whispers to you, "you're my good luck charm, 'course i won." your face heats up and you shyly smile up at him. "what would i do without my good luck charm. you wanna be m' good luck charm always doll? wanna be mine?" he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, leaning in even closer, " 'cause i'm already yours. no one else for me doll." soon enough you accept to be his girlfriend, on the condition that he takes a shower straight away.

[munson-blurbs]

How do you think Eddie would react to a fwb reader who uses sex as a distraction from their feelings?? Like, they’ve been having a bad week an their mental state isn’t great but heyyy there’s sex. Reader doesn’t really care about the pleasure part of sex just the distraction. Worried Eddie would feel a little used ngl :P

((Dancy dances away nervously))

I know you started this with "do you think" but my brain said WRITE A BLURB so here we are. Also shoutout @corroded-hellfire for helping me make it cute without being cliche.

Warnings: mentions of smut (18+ only, minors DNI), friends with benefits, angst/yearning, idiots in love, made it fluffy because I'm a sap

WC: 747

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You hadn’t thought anything of it the night he’d called you “baby.” He was deep within you, melding his body with yours. Lost in the moment.

Or the night he’d mumbled, “your pussy was made for me” while slamming into you from behind. It was just dirty talk; nothing more and nothing less. 

Maybe you should have been tipped off when he’d growled, “mine,” his voice barely above a whisper as he pressed soft kisses below your earlobe. You’d figured the word, like the sex, was meaningless. 

But tonight’s comment stops you in your tracks. Your legs are wobbling beneath you, exhausted from riding him, as you step back into your pants. 

“Do you wanna, like, cuddle for a sec?”

A giggle escapes from your lips, swollen and kiss-bitten. He’s joking; he has to be. The two of you have a perfectly choreographed routine: you have a bad day, you call Eddie, you fuck, and then you leave. And his latest suggestion would definitely interfere with step four. 

When your eyes meet his, you realize that he’s serious. Hurt and confusion at your laughter crease his brows, and he tugs the sheet up a bit higher. 

“Sorry, I, um…” He shakes his head and rubs his face. “Never mind. You probably have to go anyway.”

You’re in no hurry to return home, fresh off of yet another argument with your roommate. That’s why you’d come over to Eddie’s trailer in the first place. And it isn’t as though you’d never thought about being in his strong, tattooed arms. The way he’d hold you flush against him, your cheek on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat in your ear. It’s something you’d once wanted—craved, even—but you couldn’t let vulnerability infiltrate you like that again. 

You spent high school watching him pine over the cheerleaders. He unwittingly broke your heart over and over with each woman he hooked up with at the Hideout, overlooking you despite your presence at every show. Being friends with benefits is risky enough, and post-sex snuggling will send you teetering over the edge back into the rocky terrain of unrequited love. 

And so you lean into humor as you shrug on your shirt. “I don’t think this friends-with-benefits arrangement includes cuddling.” Keeping your tone light and even, restraining every desire to crawl into bed with him. 

“Right, yeah.” He sighs and offers a sad half-smile. “It’s just…I was thinking—”

“That’s dangerous.”

He flips you off and continues. “I was thinking that maybe we could be more than that. Y’know, maybe we could have sex when you’re happy, too.” 

“I am happy when we have sex,” you counter.

Eddie shakes his head again. “I’m talking about before we do it.” He gnaws on his thumbnail. “It feels like you only want me when you have a bad day. A-And I’m glad I can be here for you and stuff, but sometimes I wonder if I’m a friend or just a good lay.”

You try to look at him when you speak, but he keeps his gaze trained on the ground. “Eddie,” you start, taking a seat next to him. His chest is slick with sweat, the soft hairs matted down. “Eddie, I had the biggest, dumbest crush on you when we were younger. And knowing I couldn’t have you tore me apart.” You let your hand rest on his. “I can’t risk having you and then losing you.”

“Losing me?” Eddie laughs softly and his free palm comes up to cup your cheek. “Look at me. Where am I going?”

“You could find someone new, someone better, someone who—”

He cuts you off with a searing kiss, remnants of your arousal still tinging his lips and tongue. “There’s no one better,” he murmurs. “You see me answering the door at two in the morning for anyone else? Think I’d miss out on precious sleep for them?” 

One arm hooks around you back and pulls you in until you assume the little spoon position. Nimble fingers undo the button of your jeans, slowly and patiently, a stark contrast to the way he’d practically torn the denim removing them earlier. 

“‘S that comfier?” He asks through a yawn.

“Mhm.” And it is. It’s the most relaxed you’ve been in a while, at least without him inside you. 

His curls tickle the back of your neck as he nuzzles into you. He staves off sleep long enough to speak one last time. 

“I’m glad you’re staying, baby.”

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[aniesvision]

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕

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𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕

-You're so perfect. -I say, looking at the boy in front of me.

-I'm not. -He replies, shaking his head with a cute smile.

I smile back, raising my hand to his face and stroking his cheek with my thumb, my eyes flickering between his.

-You are. -I insist.

We were lying down together facing each other, after a long day all I wanted was to cuddle my boyfriend to sleep, but his face distracted me.

-Definitely not perfect. -He wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me closer.

-I'll have to tell you everything I find perfect in you then. -I say, making him giggle. -I love your perfect hair and how it keeps falling in your eyes. -I smile, moving my hand to his hair.

-Your perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect jawline. Perfect stubble. -I giggle, knowing how much he hates when someone mentions this, his eyes rolling as I slide my hand down his jaw.

-Perfect lips. -I gaze down at his pink lips, imagining the taste of the salted caramel lip balm he used.

-Perfect, perfect face. Perfect body. -I looked up to meet his eyes again, but they were staring at my lips instead, making me smile.

-Every inch of you is perfect. -I finish my words, noticing a smirk growing on his lips.

-Yeah? -He asks, with a look I knew way too well.

-Matt! -I slap his arm, laughing at his dirty mind.

-What? I'm just asking. -He shrugs, trying to act innocent, pulling me even closer to him.

-You're insane. -I nuzzle his nose, feeling his hand reaching up to my face.

He only hums in response, pressing his lips against mine softly. I basically melt into the kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair to pull him impossibly closer.

-You wanna know what I think is perfect about you? -He asks, pulling away from the kiss.

-What? -I ask, smiling when my eyes meet his again.

-How perfectly you can take every inch of me.

My mouth opens in the shape of an 'O' and he starts laughing, making me hit his arm again.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -He repeats, burying his face on my shoulder and nuzzling my hair.

-Matthew!

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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[cheonstapes]

miguel o'hara stars in... 'NERD!MIGUEL STARTS AN ONLYFANS! THE LIVESTREAM' 〜(＞＜)〜

a/n~ IT'S HEREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry for the delay, i was at a funeral :( nerd!miguel creds to @nymphomatique 💗💗💗💗

part 1

summary; your nerdy almost-boyfriend starts an onlyfans without you knowing. now, he's gonna be taught a little lesson.

wc; 3k+

pairings; nerd!miguel o'hara x rich!fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!! dark-ish content!, toys, restraints, blindfolds, pegging, cock rings, brat taming, edging, ball busting, mommy kink, overstimulation, m!rimming, m!anal fingering, hair pulling, humiliation kink, reader has a tongue piercing, sub!miguel, mean!dom!reader, a bit of aftercare?, fluff!, IT'S ACTUALLY PROOFREAD????

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previously on nerd! miguel starts an only fans...

you couldn’t even speak, slowly turning around to face him, his head hanging down in shame.

oh, you were gonna make sure he learnt his lesson. his fans too.

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“where’s all that confidence gone, hm? you were so comfortable flaunting your body like a whore for all these bitches online, but now you wanna act all shy?” 

miguel has never felt more embarrassed and turned on than he does now. he felt like crying, his cock painfully hard beneath his shorts, wiping his sweaty hands on his thighs. “ ‘m sorry, mommy. i…i wanted- i just…” you laughed right in face. he stammered, trying to find an excuse but he couldn’t — your sweet, sweet boy was really just a desperate slut in disguise.

“just wanted some attention, isn’t it? am i not givin’ you enough?” you grip his hair tightly, tilting his head up towards you. he whimpered, both in pain and pleasure, his lips parted as he let out small pants. “i do so much for your pathetic ass and this is how you repay me? by showing off what’s mine, slutting yourself out for other bitches?” miguel didn’t like upsetting you, but he loved the outcome. you were always so much rougher with him, marking him up, overstimulating him until tears streamed down his flushed face. he couldn’t help but feel like acting little bratty today.

“what’s yours? we’re not even together, you don’t own me. you’re so big-headed, i’m surprised there’s no space in there to care about anyone other than yourself.” oh, so he wanted to get personal now? “hah? the fuck did you just say to me?” a manicured hand reached out to grab his hair, pulling it close to your face. “listen to me, you. are. mine. no one else, and i mean no one, will ever have you like i do - try and find someone who can please you better than me. ‘cause i’ll tell you now, you won’t.” 

he knew he fucked up big time. his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, pulled back in a snarl. he didn’t know what to say to you, gis heart was pounding like crazy in his chest — cock hard and tears threatening to fall. he fell to knees, gripping your thighs, calfs, ankles, every he could get a hold of. the thick rimmed glasses slipped down his nose, his head down as he whimpered pitifully. “mommy, i’m sorry! i‘m yours - i-i love you, i need you. i didn’t mean any of that, promise!” 

your silence was deafening. arms crossed under your chest, pushing up your perfect tits as you bent down to look at him closely. “you begging, baby? you think that’s all it takes for me to forgive you?” he shook his head rapidly, lips trembling as he bit back his tears. “no! no, o-of course not. i’ll do anything, mommy, anything to make it up to you.”

anything…anything, he says. a million and one ideas ran through your head, the corners of your pretty lips raising to form a malicious smile. you raised your foot, trailing the tip of your heel down his chest. the contours of his toned body rubbed against your shoe, sending ripples of pleasure down your spine. “oh, you poor thing…look at you, you’re shaking!” the bulge in sweats throbbed as your foot grazed over it, a small whimper leaving his lips.

he was so cute, trying to grind his hips up onto your shoe. so you pressed down hard, grinding your prada heels on his balls. his hands reached for your ankle as he groaned loudly, it hurt like hell but felt so good. “m-mommy, fuck! more…please, i need more.” you’d let him have his fun for now. lifting your foot a little before pressing down again, his tip spurting out pre all in his boxers. 

his body felt limp, mind only filled with you, you, you. he knew he wasn’t being a good boy, he knew how mad you were - but he couldn’t help but enjoy this punishment. nothing was sexier than seeing you like this, so ready to put him in his place like the mistress you were. you laughed, smearing his cum along the fabric as he whimpered and writhed — drool slipping out of the corner of his open mouth.

his hips continued to chase the friction of your shoe, the grip he had on your legs tightening just a fraction more — he was enjoying this a bit too much now. lifting your foot up once again, you push on his chest hard enough to knock his bulky frame over, leaving him breathless under you. “who said you can get off on this? ‘m not doing this for your pleasure, it’s for mine. it’s always for mine.” you placed the heel on his chest, looming over him with a dark glint in your eyes. 

a small flash caught the corner or your eye, his phone buzzing away on your vanity. the idea that ran through your head was downright cruel — giving him a chance to regain his breath as you stepped over to grab his phone. opening it, you went back onto only fans. scrolling through all the recent notifications made your blood boil even further — he really didn’t understand how serious you were when you said he’s belongs to you and you alone.

“get on the bed.” 

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you did the finishing touches, his phone propped up on your desk. the sheets were ruffled, his body twisting and turning as he tugged on his restraints. his eyes were covered with a thick blindfold, arms and legs tied with your expensive scarfs.  

the beep of the phone signalled it had started, your body stepping into frame. you bent over, tits almost spilling out of your slip dress as you adjusted your mask, waving at the camera. “hi, everyone~” miguel let out a confused grunt, trying to lift his body to no avail. “miggy has been a bad, bad boy. lying to all you sweet people.” you were smiling under the mask, not that they could see it properly — thankfully. 

“you see guys,” you walk over to where he was situated, teasingly running a hand over over his heated face. “i bet you all probably thought my baby here was your absolute fantasy, hm? a big, strong, dom who could put you in your place.” you trail a nail down his throat, fingers running over his hardend nipples. “well, you’re all wrong.”

you tug on them hard, his hips bucking up as a whiny rumble leaves his lips. “he’s nothing but a submissive little bitch. and he’s all mine.” the chat was going insane, people commenting their disbelief, some questioning who you were, some even thinking you kidnapped him, and the vast majority talking about how hot this was. “you guys surprised? good, nice the truth’s finally out ain’t it. so enjoy this while you can, cause this is gonna be last thing you see on this fuckin’ account.”

miguel’s mouth was bound, the fabric slick with his saliva. his cock was pushing out of the fabric, the teasingly pink tip spewing out constant streams of pre. his heart couldn’t beat any faster than it was now, his thighs rubbing together to alleviate the aching throb of his hardness. trying to speak was useless, all he could hear was the clanking of box, things dipping the bed by his feet.

“let’s start with this shall we?” you giggled, grabbing a black vibrator from the box. the buzzing sound was obnoxiously loud, a tell tale sign you had immediately put it on the highest setting. you ran in down his chest, running it over his nipples, trailing it down his abs, and finally reaching his erection. his muffled whines didn’t deter you. in fact, it made you want to go even harder. “be a good boy and behave for mommy, you know your punishment — so shut up and take it.”

the way you sounded so aggressive turned him on to another level. you’re so hot, so sexy when you’re mad — his head nodding mindlessly. “that’s a good bitch.” the head of the vibrator met his, the sensation sending shockwaves through his body. his eyes welled with tears beneath the mask, sweat dripping down his face as he panted heavily. “mmphf — muh —“ you moved the toy down, rubbing it along the fabric of his boxers. “what’s that? can’t understand you, i don’t speak whore.”

you dropped the vibrator between his thighs, the rounded head landing perfectly on his heavy balls. the moan he let out was borderline pornographic, head slamming back again the soft pillows. you pulled the tight boxers down, shifting the vibrator away to bring it down his thighs. “look at that cock, so fuckin’ pathetic.” you were sorta lying to yourself. the thickness was mouthwatering, his tip resting completely under his belly button. 

you pulled his boxers completely off, throwing them to the side as you squeezed his tip with your manicured fingers, oozes of cum trickling out. you placed the vibrator back against his balls, revelling in the obvious shudder of his body. “see that guys? isn’t this so sad? seeing those fat balls all achy and swollen.” you put your lips against his ear, sucking the skin under it. “let’s empty those balls for you, ok?”

his breath hitched, body stilling as he feels you grip his cock tightly. you moved between his thighs, grabbing the lube from beside you. the cold liquid started to make his skin tingle, the slick sounds of your hand rubbing in the lube causing him huff out of his nose. keeping him occupied by jerking his cock slowly, you slid over the cock ring by your feet. your fingers were a bit slippery as you fiddled with the silicone. it finally found its way onto his length, depraving him of the release he craves oh so badly.

he was being so noisy, loud and slightly more clear things coming out of his delirious mouth. you ripped off his mouth gag, the fabric hanging off his neck like a tie. “m-mommy — please, fuck, it’s too m — ugh — much!” that obviously wasn’t gonna stop you. your hand reaching back into the box to pull out another gadget. 

the cock ring conveniently had a vibrating mode, the rapid shaking of the silicone causing his legs to shake from the restriction of his release. miguel’s plump lips stayed parted, quick puffs of air leaving his mouth. “fhucccckkk — mommy, need…need to cum.” you just smiled, sliding off the bed as you slipped off your dress, throwing it by his boxers.

you bent over, not so subtly exposing your little surprise to the camera — pulling off the blindfold from his face. he blinks, vision blurry as he looks up at you. “here, baby.”you place his glasses on his face, standing up in front of him. miguel’s eyes widen like saucers, trailing down your naked body. his eyes catch onto the 7” cock strapped to your lower half, string of the vibrator you had nestled in your tight cunt hanging below it.

“i..oh my god.” he couldn’t tear his eyes away, he felt a weird tingling sensation in his chest — stomach tightening in anticipation. “that’s, uh, g-going in me?” you nod, drizzling the lube on the length of the silicone. “isn’t this one of your little fantasies, babe?” giggling, you turned to the camera, bending level with it. “another surprise, huh? that this hunk of a man wants to get his ass played with.” 

he unconsciously spread his legs as much as he could, considering that he was still bound to the bed. you tut, walking over to untie him — rubbing his wrists gently as you gesture for bim to lay on his stomach. he turns around, cock pressed against the sheets and his back to you. “look at you, baby.” you run your hand over his ass, a palm colliding with the flesh before you spread them open — dropping a glob of spit on his hole. “such a dirty, boy. you just want me to fuck you, right? stretch out that tight hole with my fat cock?” 

his body shudders, hands gripping the pillow as he buries his face in it. “god, please — i need you, mommy. i-i want you so bad.” needy slut. you shuffled back, laying against the bed as you lowered your face towards his spread cheeks. your tongue collects the remnants of your saliva, spreading it back over his taint. gripping his hips, you push your tongue in deeper — the cold ball of your tongue piercing grazing his sensitive walls. you make an effort to stretch him out considerably, inserting two of your fingertips into his ass. 

you scissor them, dropping more spit to help your finger slide in deeper. his back arches deliciously, hips moving in tandem with your movements. his little, whiny gasps were muffled by the pillow, his teeth marks imprinting onto them. you knew he wasn’t gonna cum, as long as that cock ring stayed on. you knew he was ready when your fingers were sliding in and out easily. “all nice and prepped for this cock, baby.” 

you lifted your hips, aligned the bulbous tip of your cock to his hole, sliding it in till his ass meets your pelvis. the vibrator inside of you turned on, the faint buzzing rubbing against your gummy walls. it was hard to fuck a man when you felt like you were about to squirt all over the bed, your thighs shaking as you pushed in and out of him. “shit…so this is how it feels, huh?” miguel looked dazed, his glasses falling off, drool coating his cheeks. he was so fucked out.

you grabbed his jaw, turning him to face the camera — your hips slammed harder against him, other hand resting on his hip. “tell them…them how much you love it when mommy fucks you.” it was hard for you to stay composed too — your stiff clit twitching with every squelching thrust. he nods dumbly, mumbling into the pillow “l-love it, i love mommy’s — nngghh — c-cock.”

“thaaat’s right, good boy. that’s what you’re good for, being a hole for mommy to use.” he whined deeply, grinding his ass with your rhythm. you can feel something building in your lower tummy, the vibrations speeding up the faster you move. with a silent whimper, you push him off of you — laying on your back, panting softly. a thin layer of swear lines your brow, rolling down your temple as you look at him.

“this cock ain’t gonna ride itself.”

the way his face lit up was quite endearing, his large frame scrambling to straddle you. he was a bit nervous cause of how much bigger he was, scared he would crush you under his weight. “a-are you sure? i don’t wanna hurt you-“ the hard slap you landed on his ass was enough for him to get a move on — hands resting on your soft tits as he aligns himself with your cock. “ah — fuck, it’s so big…” 

“now you know how i feel.” you teased, pinching his hip. “now ride.” his face heated up, nodding as his body bounced on top of you. it seemed like he learnt from you, hands resting on your knees as he ground, rolled, and bounced his hips. the ring seemed to be working wonders with his cock, the steady vibration causing his tip to drool creamy liquid that dripped onto your stomach. “mommyy, fuck me h-harder! wanna cum for you — ‘m sorry i was a bad boy, please let me c-cum!”

you caressed his sides, nimble fingers flicking his nipples teasingly before gripping tightly on his hip. you drove your hips up into his, each thrust barely lifting him due to his size so he decided to move up with you — strong thighs able to endure the strain. “so dirty…riding my cock whilst all your little fans watch. you like it don’t you? you like everyone seeing what a depraved freak you are.” you grunted, gritting your teeth as your head hit the headboard.

unbeknownst to you, the live was blowing up — over 100k people watching at once. it was something no one had expected but everyone wanted. seeing a greek god of a man being ravaged by a girl much smaller than him — it was the sexiest thing to ever grace that god forsaken website. the donations were flooding in, the live was accumulating 10’s of thousands — the most money miguel had ever made on the site.

the tension coiled tightly within you both, miguel being on the verge of tears with how deep you were hitting, scraping against his prostate. his cock was red a twitching, the cock ring starting to slide off from how slick his length was. you didn’t wanna cum, not before he did. the wetness dripping down your thighs was getting harder to ignore, the force of your orgasm feeling like it’d be enough to push the vibrator right out of you.

miguel was whining so loudly, drowning out the sound of your hips meeting. his lips were pulled back in a small snarl, large hand jerking his cock whilst the other groped one of your tits — his flushed face looming over you. “gonna cum,

mommy. g-gonna cum so fuckin’ hard — need it so bad, baby.” you let out a low growl, swatting his hand away from his cock as you held it tightly in your grip, working as a makeshift cock ring. “you’re not cumming till i do, so be a good boy and wait.”

he whined like a little baby, earning him another hard slap on his ass. the vibrator inside of you was on it’s highest setting, small streams of squirt trickling out of your sore pussy. the friction of your clit rubbing against his balls, the debauched sight of him, the pressure in your core — it was all too much. your hand loosened its grip around his length slightly, rapidly stroking up and down the stiffness, his hips chasing your hands.

“cum then, go ahead and cum like the nasty ,little, bitch, you are.” he nodded, drool sliding down his neck as he squeezed  his eyes shut, letting out a stream of curses and broken cries of your name. his cum was so thick, shooting all over your bare chest and catching on your pretty face. your eyes closed in bliss as you licked his cum off of your lips, hips slapping against his rapidly before you freeze, your own orgasm squirting out onto his lower half, the cock you had simultaneously released white, creamy strings of cum deep into his ass.

all you could do was stare at each other, eyes roaming around the others face as a small smile grew on both of your lips. you shook your head, pushing his heavy body off you. your cock drips onto your rug as you walk to his phone to turn off the live, “bye-bye forever, hope you enjoyed!” you giggled, waving a drenched but perfectly manicured hand to the camera.

 you place his phone face down on your desk, climbing into the bed next to miguel — your heart swelling as he rests his head on your plush chest. he was snoring quietly, beefy arms wrapping around your torso tightening when you pressed a kiss to his forehead. miguel had definitely learnt his lesson, making a mental note to delete his account as soon was he wakes up.

maybe it wasn’t that bad — being in love.

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[hotwritergf]

You are mine, I’ve been drowning in you. ⛓️

Hotch chuckles, smiling at your struggling. He runs a finger along your vulnerable underbelly, being meticulous not to spoil you with touch. You’re completely nude on display for him, but he, he’s still wearing his work clothes. His tie loosened and jacket tossed aside.

“All chained to the wall, how badly do you want out of these cuffs huh?”

He places his hands on your stomach, gently ghosting his fingers over your belly and sneaking his fingers across your curves.

“I asked you a question, princess.How badly do you want out of the cuffs?”

Your body betrays you as you buck your hips, desperate to feel his calloused fingertips between your thighs. You’re sure he can feel the heat radiating from you from where he’s standing. He smirks and continues gently running his fingers over your stomach, enjoying all the writhing you’re doing that your bondage allows.

“Don’t wanna talk? That’s okay. You know your safety signals, click your fingers and I’ll release you. Until then, you’re mine.”

Aaron runs his pointer and middle fingers through your folds, stopping to let his thumb massage over your clit.He looks surprised for a second, before starting to smirk.

“You… seriously? That simple little thing does it for you? Oh you are so delightfully sensitive.”

He dips his middle finger inside you, collecting your wetness and spreading it over your sensitive bud.

“All this for me? You shouldn’t have.”

He smiles once more, letting out a soft chuckle at his own words.

Aaron moves closer until his body is pressed against yours, gently circling your clit with his fingers.

“Oh, it’s torture, isn’t it? Feeling my hands gently rubbing your needy little clit, just enough to make you struggle to hold still. But it’s okay, these cuffs can hold you, they’ve held down many a criminal. You’re no match for them. Silly little girl, so weak and fragile.”

Still gently tracing your body, enjoying watching you get more and more worked up from such a light touch. He leans closer to your ear and whispers again.

“Ooh, so you like a bit of degrade you like this, princess?”

He laughs, rubbing his facial hair roughly against your neck.

“Teasing you so helplessly, not giving you any real relief… just getting you more and more worked up, huh?”

Aaron laughs with an evil smirk, nuzzling against your neck again. You rut your hips into his fingers, searching for a rhythm that he won’t allow you.

“Aww, such a needy little princess. Trying so hard to seek more pleasure, but you just can’t get any, can you? You’re all trapped up, at my mercy, all struggling and squirming while I tease you.”

Knowing you’re desperate for more, he pulls his fingers out of you, sliding them into your mouth and forcing you to lick your lust from them.

“Oh princess, it’s so cute how you keep begging me to give you what you need, you’re so greedy and desperate for it, aren’t you? You want Daddy to give you more, to tease and degrade you even more, right?”

“Oh I bet it aches doesn’t it? Is it beginning to hurt? You get so worked up over nothing don’t you sweet girl? I bet you are just internally begging for me to untie you, bend you over my desk and fuck you like the dirty little whore you are. Look at this pussy, she’s just crying out for me, weeping at the loss of my fingers.”

You whine, softly sobbing in your bindings. Every word he said was right, even in his sex life he could profile someone to perfection. Hotchner laughs again but gently shushes you, clamping his firm hand over your mouth to silence you.

“Shhh princess, you’re starting to get louder. Calm down a bit, princess, Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”

He notices your hip bucking and gently moves one of his hands to your lower back to hold you in place. Pounding his fingers deep inside of you, he hits the spongy area you need him in the most. Every hit feels deep into your g-spot.

“Do you feel yourself getting close already, princess? Are you getting all sensitive and needy? Does it feel more intense the more Daddy touches you?”

With a straight, deadpan face he bites into your neck, leaving a mark that is sure to stay on your skin for days. He whispers.

“Oh princess, you’re so close already, aren’t you? You’re such a sensitive little thing, I can tell how desperate and needy you are… it’s pathetic.”

Aaron glances down at you, noticing how close you are. Your pussy leaking out onto his fingers.

“You’re on the edge of release, and you can’t hold on any longer, can you? Go on. Cum on my fingers. Come undone all over me.”

With his demand, you do as you’re told. Riding out your orgasm on his fingers. Pulling harder on the cuffs that hold you, you crave your nails scratching down his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in deeper.

Coming down off your high, you open your eyes again to the bright light surrounding Aaron that made him look like an angel.

“I love when you torture me like that.”

You finally speak, your words flowing out of you like a drug through your veins. He releases you from the cuffs, realising the metal has cut into your skin. He kisses over your marked wrists, each press of his lips softer than the last. Aaron rests his chin on the top of your head.

“You did so well for me, as always. Now, tea?”

[apclyptc]

GOOD MORNING— chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis— you wake up with a sleepy chris. he’s wide awake when he sees you, though.

warnings— smutty smutty smut, making out, riding, unprotected sex (don’t worry ur on the pill…). enjoy!

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you open your eyes to the familiar sight of chris’ room. ever since you began your relationship, you found yourself spending most of your time there, and that was mostly due to the fact that chris wanted to spend all his time with you– and his family of course.

for someone who never wanted a relationship, he sure was clingy once he started dating you.

you and chris had been dating for four months, though you had known each other much longer than that.

you slowly blinked your eyes to get used to the soft light filtering through the blinds in your boyfriend’s room. checking your phone, it read 8:42am.

quite early for you, and for chris as well, who was lightly snoring next to you.

you took a moment to look at his face. he was so peaceful when he was asleep, much opposite to his usual energetic self.

you placed a kiss on his forehead, and he stirred slightly as he opened his eyes hesitantly. he was a light sleeper when you were with him.

“mm, what time is it?” chris spoke groggily, his morning voice low and raspy.

“it’s almost nine.” you answered simply, stretching a little while chris placed a hand on the small of your back. he pulled you in closer, his head finding purchase in the crook of your neck.

“‘s too early, baby.”

you sighed into him, getting comfortable, knowing he wasn’t a morning person.

“i know. you wanna go back to sleep?” you asked him, softly playing with his hair.

“mmm. i’m awake. if i sleep now i won’t wake up until after lunch.” he replied, yawning for most of it.

you hummed contently.

then, you felt something.

with his dick pressed against you, you could feel it poking your stomach.

“well, something’s definitely awake.” you joked, pulling him away from your shoulder to see him lazily smirking at you.

“not my fault my girlfriend is so pretty in the morning.” he brought his face in closer to yours, closing the gap with a soft kiss.

you returned the action, kissing him back.

“you gonna help me out since you woke me up? or should i do it myself?” chris spoke, taking your hand and placing it over his crotch.

you took his words as an invitation, lifting yourself into him.

you continued the kiss, making out with him slowly while you grinded on him at a tortuous pace.

he moaned quietly into your mouth, using his hands that were stationed at your waist to press you down onto his hardening dick.

taking control, chris pushed his tongue over yours, winning the unspoken battle between his and yours.

you could feel yourself growing more desperate by the second, so you reached your hand under his shorts. you pulled out his fully hard dick and spread the precum dripping out over his tip.

chris sighed shakily. you always knew exactly what to do to make his whole body feel weak.

you dragged your hand up and down, watching his eyes shut and his head fall back in pleasure.

“baby, need to feel you.” he groaned, his hand squeezing your thigh.

you pulled the shirt you were wearing— his shirt, of course— over your head and dumped it behind you.

immediately chris’ eyes were drawn to your tits, and his other hand reaching upwards to knead one in his hand.

“these pretty tits, and they’re all mine.” he watched you align yourself over his weeping cock.

you both sighed as you sank down, taking in every inch of him, until he was fully buried inside of you, causing you to moan.

“fuck…” chris groaned, waiting for you to move.

then, you lifted yourself slightly, before slamming back down. again, and again, and again until you reached a comfortable pace.

you panted heavily, feeling his dick pulsate inside of you.

“taking me so well, baby.” he praised you, both hands gripping your sides tightly as you rode him.

“can’t, keep, going.” you moaned between words, losing your stamina quickly from bouncing on his hard cock.

chris took it has his chance to thrust up into you, setting a faster pace.

“your pussy was made for me to fuck, huh?” he breathed as he fucked you from beneath you.

chris felt your hole throb around him, driving him crazy with every pulse.

“chris, ‘m gonna cum, baby.” your eyes rolled back in sheer bliss, his dick deliciously hitting your cervix.

“yeah? cum then,” chris felt his cock twitch, a telltale sign he was close too, “gonna cum with you.”

a few more thrusts and you were spasming over him, letting yourself orgasm as he continued.

your needy moans inside his ears pushed him to his release, filling you up with spurts of his load.

he let out a final moan, burying his dick impossibly further into you to allow his cum to coat your walls.

with a sigh, you collapsed on top of him.

“fuck.” you breathed, and he chuckled.

“i thought we just did?” he smirked despite the fact you couldn’t see him, but even so, you could hear it in his voice.

“shut up.”

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a/n: hope u enjoyed! now that this one is finished i can start answering requests! if you have any please leave them in my asks and i will get to them asap!

© APCYLPTC 2023. do not repost, translate, or duplicate any of my works here or any other websites.

[houseofperfecttaste]

No one has to know

"JJ, we can't do this, it's wrong." She moans as he licks and nips at her neck leaving his mark on her letting everyone know she's taken. "If it's so wrong why are you so wet for me." He smirks devilishly against her skin as he slips his hand into her pants rubbing her clit softly. He presses his lips against hers softly slowly inserting his finger into her tight hole his dick growing at the small whimper that leaves her lips. "JJ." She whimpers as he inserts another finger into her watching how her mouth forms an O-shape his mind racing with thoughts of how beautiful she looks. "So beautiful and all mine. You're mine."

"Y-your dad is dating my mom, we can't do this anymore J." She wished she meant that but her body and heart aches for him. "I don't give a fuck, I had you first. We were together first I'm not letting you go." He growls as he fingers her faster and her hand squeezing his bicep and he leaned down to suck on her nipples loving the noises she was making. He knew she was close to cumming and he grabs her jaw roughly making her eyes shoot open to see his beautiful blue eyes staring into her.

"Cum for me. I wanna see how beautiful you look when you cum all over my fingers." He smirks at her as his dirty words send her over the edge gushing over all his fingers. He tightens his grip on her jaw watching as she starts to shake and moan loudly. "You're mine got it? We've always been sneaking around, this won't be any different." She opens her mouth to say something but JJ shoves two fingers in her mouth making her taste herself.

"Taste so sweet baby." JJ teases kissing down her body slowly pulling her pants down her legs. "Need more." He opens her legs diving into her pussy loving how she grabs onto his hair as she moans and squirms. Y/Ns body tenses when she hears the front door open and close signaling someone just got home. "Gotta be quiet for me. Don't wanna get caught." She glares at him as he starts sucking her clit flicking it with his tongue. "Fuck JJ, feels so fucking good." She whimpers as her back arches and he inserts his tongue in her little hole.

"Y/N sweetie have you seen JJ?" She hears her mother ask from the other side of the door as JJ chuckles against her pussy. "Have you seen me baby?" He chuckles darkly as he continues to lick at her pussy. "N-no mom he must be with John B." She manages to get out biting her lip to not scream as she felt her orgasm approaching again. "Okay sweetie!" They could hear the footsteps getting further and further away and soon she starts squirting all over his face as he smiles happily sticking his tongue out wanting her juices in his mouth.

"Good girl. Keep squirting." He starts to rub her clit as he covers her mouth to muffle her screams as she shakes and squirms to get away from his touch.

"I'm no where done with you yet." He whispers huskily against her lips as he pulls his pants down letting his cock spring free. "I'm gonna fuck you til you can't walk."

[eomayas]

the boy is mine • lee chan

pairing: lee chan x f!reader, (new) established relationship

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!

warnings: smut, pwp (kinda!), unprotected p in v (do not be like them), oral (m & f), fingering, dirty talk, use of the term ‘slut’ a lot but it’s ~endearing~, chan is super sweet and very in like with reader

a/n: unedited! chan has been clouding my brain bad!!!

the tension between you and chan was palpable—at least it felt that way. you wonder if anybody else could sense what was passing between the two of you, or if it was a secret that only the two of you were in on. whatever; either way you didn’t care. all you wanted was chan.

you cling to him, your hand wrapped around his bicep and head on his shoulder while he talks to seungcheol and minghao. seungcheol smiles at you two like a parent witnessing his sons first relationship, and each time you and chan do something cute, you catch minghao and cheol share a look.

it’s sort of how they all look at you and chan. most of it is because they think he’s a loser (endearing) and can’t really believe that he got someone like you to agree to date him. they think you’re cute and sweet, a bit innocent compared to their youngest member. they feel like they have to clean their act up when you come around, not wanting to taint your ears with unpleasant, male conversations.

if only they knew how you let chan fuck you stupid multiple times a week, to the point where you find is difficult to stand, or even look at him because you’re mildly embarrassed by how you acted like a little slut for him. oh well. they can believe what they want.

“yo, we’re about to start the movie!” soonyoung calls from the living room. seungcheol an minghao shuffle out of the kitchen and you begin to follow them until you’re tugged back by your boyfriend.

chan pulls you towards him by the waist, a small smirk on his face when you plant your hands against his chest. you look into his eyes and smile, heart beat getting faster by the second, and then place your lips on his. like most of your kisses, it gets heated quickly, tongues clashing and chans hands sliding down to grip your ass.

your body feels like it’s on fire, his touch searing and making you feel hot. if people weren’t waiting on you, you’d stay in this position all night.

pulling back, you gently bite down on his bottom lip, pointedly locking eyes with him. chan can’t help the blood that rushes to his crotch and the firm squeeze he gives your ass. “yo! come on!” soonyoungs voice interrupts the two of you and chan rolls his eyes extremely hard, making you giggle before you grab onto his hand and pull him out of the kitchen and to the living room where all 12 of his friends lay spread out.

there’s a space on the couch left open for the two of you and you both crowd onto it, chan sitting on the outside of you so you’re pressed against the arm. seungkwan clicks play on the movie and you curl up in chans side.

for the first few minutes of the movie, you and chan keep your hands to yourself, though the feeling of his weight on you is making focusing on the movie less of a priority. when seokmin gets up and comes back with a stack of blankets and tosses one to everybody in the room. the moment chan opens it and drapes it over the two of you, all resolve you once had shatters, now determined to sneak out of here and get him alone.

first, you innocently place a hand on his leg. he looked down at you and you give him a soft smile that ears you a kiss on your cheek. a few moments later, you move your hand up a bit higher, lightly brushing over his semi-hard dick. chan looks down at you once more, but this time you ignore him and play coy.

chan presses a long kiss against your temple, draping an arm around your waist and holding onto your hip. “channie, i’m tired,” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. he locks eyes with you and you smile an all too familiar smile that makes him twitch in his sweats. “i wanna go to bed.” you fully palm him through his pants and he sniffs to mask the breath of air he sucks in.

seconds later, chan is standing up and announcing that the two of you are going to sleep, and all but drags you upstairs before you can say goodnight to everyone. jeonghan throws you a knowing look and your cheeks flush. there wasn’t a care in your body about who really believed what you and chan were going to bed, as long as you ended up in chans bed within the next few seconds.

once you get upstairs into chans bedroom, you’re all over him, hands sliding up under his shirt while you kiss on his neck. “needy,” chan breathes out a laugh and runs a hand through his hair, letting out a small whimper when you suck a hickey onto his neck. you push his shirt up to signal him to take it off, and he pulls back to oblige.

his bare form is one you haven’t truly gotten used to; each time you see him like this you feel thirsty. it doesn’t help that he’s constantly working out, too. “you’re hot,” your murmur, dragging your acrylics over his toned abdomen. chan chuckles and grabs ahold of your face, pulling you into a heated kiss.

sliding his hands down your body, he gropes you in all the places that make you pant against his mouth. his lips never leave your mouth while his hands frantically try to tear you out of your shirt. “channie,” you breathe, lightly shoving him off of you to take off your top and subsequently your bra.

he’s back on you once you’re bare on top, pushing you down onto the bed and kissing every bare inch of skin. “channie, i need you,” you sigh, back arching when he suckles on one of your nipples and plays with your other breast. you tangle a hand in your hair, nails digging nicely into his scalp.

a trail of saliva follows chan when he pulls back from your breast. “yeah? you need me?” he asks patronizingly, fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings and tugging them. you press yourself flat into the bed and spread your legs for him once your legs of material. “such a little slut for me.” he says, truly endeared by you.

“always,” you say, buzzing in anticipation. chan licks his lips as he looks down at your panty clad mound. dragging a finger down the slit of your covered core, he smiles when the material sticks to you. “channie.” you whine, opening your thighs wider from him, urging him to touch you.

“slut,” he groans, pushing your panties to the side and dragging his finger through your slick folds before dipping it into your hole. he slowly pushes it in and out of you, adding a second finger. “so wet. and all for me? it’s all for me, right baby?” he coos, speeding up his ministrations, biting his lip when you clench around his fingers.

“yes, channie,” you pant, chest rising and falling quickly. “oh.” he curls his fingers inside of you, your thighs closing around his his hand. chan forces your legs open and slips in a third finger, trying to thoroughly stretch you out.

clenching around his fingers, the sounds coming from you mouth increase from quiet whimpers to louder moans. it urges chan on, his goal tonight to get you to come once on his fingers, a second time on his mouth, and third time on his dick. he can tell he’s about a 1/3 of the way there with the way you suck his fingers inside and cry out his name.

his dick throbs in his pants, but he’s more concerned with making you feel good first, ever the pleaser. “you gonna come for me, baby? are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” his voice is soft though firm. there’s authority in his tone and ever his good girl, you whine out a ‘yes’. “you can do it baby. you’re my good girl, right? my good, little slut?” his thumb makes its way to your clit, rubbing slow circles against it.

your toes curl and your back arches off the bed at his words. your core pulses and chan rubs harsher circles against your nub, the stimulation causing your jaw to fall open. “ch-chan!” you cry, harsh pants leaving your mouth.

“that’s it, pretty,” he murmurs, a satisfied smile taking over his face as you unravel, your arousal gushing out onto his hand. “good job, baby. such a good girl for me.” chan pulls his hand out from in between your legs and sticks his fingers in his mouth, humming as he sucks your juices off.

you watch in mild astonishment, heat flooding your cheeks when he smiles at you. you pull your underwear off and toss them onto the floor below, your core fully on display for him. chan grabs your calves and drags you to the end of the bed and gets on his knees in front of you.

a whimper leaves your mouth when chan buries his head in between your legs, tongue flicking over your clit and licking up the rest of your arousal. he dips his tongue into your hole, dragging the muscle through your folds. “f-fuck!” you shriek, eyes squeezing closed.

chan keeps your legs open with just his shoulders, hooking his arms around your thighs to hold you down when you try to wriggle away from him. his tongue expertly licks your core, the sounds lewd and loud in your ears. “ch-channie, i c-can’t take i-it,” you cry out, thighs beginning to shake.

your next orgasm washes over you without much warning, loud cries of his name leaving your mouth. chan continues to eat you through your orgasm, vision going spotty from the overstimulation. “ch-chan, stop,” you pant, legs going limp against his shoulders.

arousal coats his face, his mouth and chin glistening in the light. you pant below him and he strokes your leg to bring you back to him. “baby? im right here,” chan says, voice soft. you keep your eyes closed but hold out a hand to him, which he grabs and kisses the back of. “you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

the praise makes you smile and crack an eye open. the smile of your sweet, sweet boyfriend greets you and you can’t help but return it. “hi,” you say, voice scratchy.

“hey, beautiful.”

you tug him down to you and he braces himself with one arm, hand planted on the bed near your head. his strength turns you on, to say the least, and you pull him down to your lips by the back of his neck. you don’t care that he just are you out and you can taste it, all you want is him. you make out lazily and he lowers his hips to yours, his dick heavy against your inner thigh.

pulling back, you glance down to look at the tent in his sweats. “take those off,” you say, pushing at the waistband. chan stands and makes a show of taking off his sweats but leaving his boxers on. you scramble onto your knees and crawl over to him, hands flying to tear him out of the barrier.

“you really are a little slut,” he says, eyes darkening when you push his boxers down and grab ahold of his dick. “get down on your knees for me.” it’s a demand you have no problem complying with, quickly getting off the bed and onto the floor before him. he peers down at you and lovingly strokes your face before gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “suck.”

you take his dick into your hands, thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading the cum that leaks out, over the head. chan lets our air through his nose, heart pounding when you place a kiss to the tip. your eyes flick up to look at him and he twitches in your hand, his will power threatening to crumble.

the smile you give him is angelic. the way you take him into your mouth is nasty. the way you take him until you gag and tears prick in your eyes goes straight to his ego. “shit,” he pants, grip tightening on your hair.

he’s not even fully in your mouth, a little over half way, and you stroke what doesn’t fit. tears fill your waterline as you move him in and out of your mouth, cheeks hollowed as you breathe heavily out of your nose. chan groans above you, moaning out your name and calling you his good girl, his little slut.

he’s close and it’s evident in the way his knees buckle and how he catches himself against the mattress. you pull your mouth off of him with a pant, saliva dripping down your chin, mixing with a few tears that slip down your cheeks. you pant as your pump his shaft, playing with his balls to bring him to his release. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” he whimpers, hips jerking and eyes squeezing shut.

opening your mouth, you stick out your tongue and jerk his dick until he comes, cum shooting out onto your tongue. he aims to get most of it into your mouth, some getting on your chin and chest. chan squints down at you, whimpering when you close your mouth and swallow his seed. it’s not your first time and definitely won’t be your last, but he’ll never get tired of seeing you do it.

you wipe whatever up of his cum was left with your finger, and lick it off, not wanting to waste a drop. “need to feel you,” chan grumbles, dominant side melting as he pulls you off the floor and pushes you down onto the bed. he hovers over you and kisses you deep, holding his dick in his hand and lining it up with your entrance. “you’re so good to me.” his babbling isn’t new—he always gets like this at some point whenever the two of you have sex. you find it cute, especially when he tries to be rough with you.

a high pitched moan leave your mouth as he presses his head into you. “i’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing your neck as he continues to slowly feed you inches. he kisses you to drown out your soft cries, and massages one of your breasts. you hold onto his shoulders, sharp nails digging into his skin.

once he’s fully inside, he gives you a second to adjust. your breathing is labored and you clench around him tightly. “fuck, channie!” you squeak, blowing out a breath. he rubs your hip and peppers light kisses along your jaw and face. “you’re so big.” you whine it like it’s a problem, but it’s a top 10 thing about him—it might be number 9.

chans previous demeanor finds him nearly as quickly as it left. “but you can take it,” he says, pushing himself up onto his hands. “you’re going to take it.” he starts out with shallow, slow strokes to ease you into it. “fuck, you’re so tight!” he grunts, hips starting to rock into you at a quicker pace.

“oh, chan!” you cry, fingers tangling into the sheets. his hips snap against yours brutally, the air leaving your lungs each time he pushes into you. “fuck, baby! harder!” you moan out, head spinning.

“harder?” he pants, hair falling into his eyes. you cry out when he pulls all the way out and slams into you, hands holding onto your hips tightly enough to bruise. “fucking slut!”

that familiar, tight feeling in your stomach builds. chan can tell by the vice grip you have on him and the way your face is screwed up in pleasure. he pants heavily, eyes trained on your chest as your breasts bounce each time he fucks into you. “i-im close!”

chan grabs one of your thighs and hooks it onto your hip, his thrusts slowing down only to become more pointed and deliberate, an ‘oh’ eliciting form you with each pound. “gonna come for me a third time, pretty?” his voice wavers as he talks to you, the grip on your thigh tight. “shit, y/n! fuck.” sweat slides down his temple and drips down to his chin and drops off to the bed.

“i-i’m coming!” you cry as you spasm around him, your third orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. your moans are loud, crude, and downright pornographic. anybody on the second floor is guaranteed to hear you by now.

your sounds blow up chans ego even more than you already have tonight, and soon he’s pulling out of you to release onto your stomach, praises falling from his lips. “fuck, baby. you’re so good to me. my pretty little baby,” he babbles, collapsing on top of you. you wrap your arms around him and squeeze onto him, lightly stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. “thank you.” he sighs, kissing your jaw.

“channie, i can’t breathe,” you say, pushing at his shoulder. he quickly rolls off you and lies flat on his back, his hand making his way to rest on your thigh. “channie.” you say softly, rolling onto your stomach and resting your chin on his shoulder.

he gazes down at you and chuckles, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. he knows that tone, knows that look and can see that you’re not done with the night. he sits up and grabs a pillow from the top of his bed and lifts you up by the hips, shoving a pillow beneath you.

“my good, little slut.”

[lucid-loves]

Personally His

Imagine: Simon Riley rewarding the 141’s personal assistant for doing a good job with putting up with him.

CW: MDNI, Smut, Office Sex, Slow and Deep, Praise Kink, Edging

You on his desk, your back arching against the smooth oak as he runs his hands over your hips. Simon Riley loves looking down at you, blouse buttons open, pencil skirt hiked up, new tights ripped to reveal your dripping cunt. Every now and then, his hands will squeeze your thighs hard, making you gasp and quiver before he massages the pleasurable pain away. 

“You’ve been such a good assistant, love~” He praises in his deep, husky voice that never fails to give you shivers. While you were everyone’s personal assistant within the 141 team, Simon was quick to make you his with rewards. This is one of them.

“I’ve never seen my desk so organized. You must’ve spent a long time fixing it for me. Such a good girl~” He continues, spreading your legs further apart to get a better look at you. You whimper, pussy clenching in anticipation for his cock. 

Everyone except Simon had been easy to take care of. He’s been messy, neglectful, and always busy. He’s snapped at you and been curt with you a few times too when you invaded his space. It wasn’t until you saved him from attending court for an unpaid parking ticket that he let you really help him out. 

After that, you’ve been rewarded for your work with flowers for your own desk, lunches on him, and now a good fuck over your hard work.

“S-Simon. . .” You sigh, senses on fire as you feel his tip press against your entrance. You are eager, but also nervous. You glance towards the closed and locked door, your heart shuttering. 

He takes your chin to redirect your attention onto him. His eyes behind the mask gaze at you hungrily. “Don’t worry, love. They won’t be back for a while. You’re all mine.”

His cock plunged into you before you can respond, bottoming out within a second. His hand covers your mouth, muting your near scream as you feel yourself stretch to accommodate his length. Plunging into a sudden orgasm, your body trembles and you struggle to catch your breath. Your hands go over his, gripping hard to try to regain some semblance of control. All you can see are stars.

He feels your pussy tighten around him, soaking him already in more nectar than before. You knew he's smirking under that dark mask. “You cum already, love? Someone must’ve been looking forward to this. Such a good girl~”

Electricity runs up your spine as he calls you the name you’ve been wanting to hear since your first day here. You were his good girl. His good little assistant.

He slowly rocks his hips, forcing you to feel every single inch of him. Forcing you to take him as deep as you can. It takes everything in you not to moan as loud as you want. To scream his name like he's equally yours. The team may have gone to a meeting, but it didn’t mean that passerbyers wouldn’t be able to hear the hot sex behind the door. 

Simon presses his hand against your lower stomach, making sure that you can feel all of him. “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Look at you, taking me so well.”

Your toes curl within your heels as he continues to thrust slow and deep. Biting your lip helps control the desperate whimpers that hung in that back of your throat. Suddenly, Simon thrusts hard, making you release that pretty voice that he has grown to like. Even when you were nagging him to take better care of himself, he wouldn’t want to hear it from anyone else. 

“Sorry for being difficult at the start. Promise to make it up to you, but I wanna hear your moans too.” He admits teasingly, pulling and pushing his hips hard to properly fuck you on his desk. The wet sound of your cunt reverberates throughout the office, making you blush.

You can barely take it anymore. He's fucking you hard, but still slow. You want more. He knows you want more by the way his exposed eyes crinkle with a hidden, devious smile. You had to beg for what you wanted. “P-Please, Simon, more!”

Your begging was only slightly rewarded. He settles your legs on his shoulders and presses your soft thighs down against the polished wood. Gloved fingers dig into your skin, only making you more aroused from his man-handling. But his movements are still only slow, deep, and hard. It keeps you away from another orgasm that you crave so badly. Edging you. While you do want more, you are enjoying feeling all of him please your pussy. 

He enjoys your heat pulling him in as well. Though, he can be a little more patient than you. He wants to make sure that your next orgasm will rock your world. That and he wants to enjoy his time with you before he had to share your attention with his team again. 

“Not yet, love. Be a good girl and be patient while I savor this some more.”

[goldsainz]

# RAFE CAMERON — L’AMOUR DE MA VIE !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ once upon a time rafe was the love of your life, now he's just somebody you knew.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ angst, cursing, drinking, probably (definitely) ooc rafe but we move.

003. NOTE !

✯ first rafe fic!!! requests are open for him so please leave any ideas you have (angst, fluff & smut) cause your girl is inspireddd l i can't tell if this is good but oh well, that's what i get for writing this late at night. leave a comment or a reblog if you liked this! (had to repost lol)

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The room felt heavier than before, all of the bodies around you made you want to crawl out of your skin and run away from the party. 

Rafe had his arm slung around a girl, her soft smile as she looked up at him made you want to puke. Or perhaps it was the alcohol. The feelings and drinks blended into each other, a concoction you were currently hating.

It was not right. Just a few months ago he was swearing his profound love for you, and now… Now he had found someone else. Someone who would fill the void you left, if there ever was one.

“Hey, there…” You heard a guy speak to your ear, his hot breath making you shudder.

“Huh?” Your brows furrow as you try to make out who’s talking to you but your vision is hazy. 

“You’re cute, wanna go outside?” The guy, who you did not recognize, smirked as he looked at you. He placed a hand on your waist, turning you around so you were right in front of him and effectively taking Rafe out of your line of sight.

The question almost made you gag, was this your life now that you were single? You hoped not.

“Why… Why would l wanna go outside?” You slurred, ignoring the feeling of being looked at. Like someone was trying to make you combust with just their gaze.

“I think you know,” he whispers, leaning in as if he were going to kiss you. 

You shook your head slightly, trying to push him away from you. “I want to go home,” 

“I can take you home,” he offered. “Or better, back to mine.” 

Suddenly, you felt someone pull you away from the guy. It didn’t take long for you to recognise the chest you were resting against, the hand grabbing your waist and the rough voice as he addressed the guy. 

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Rafe sneered at the guy, “You like taking advantage of drunk girls?”

“Hey man, didn’t know she was with you,” he said, raising his hands up as if that was the issue at hand.

“Doesn’t matter if she is,” he said harshly. “She’s drunk as fuck and you still wanted to take her back to your place.”

“Yeah, okay,” the guy rolled his eyes and started to walk away, as if he was annoyed at Rafe for pointing out his sleazy ways and cutting short his chance at a hookup.

You made a noise of protest when Rafe took his hand off your waist, which promptly made him place it back on it. Still, he wasn’t letting off on the guy. He never really did know when to back off.

“Next time I see you doing this shit I’m breaking your face!” He barked at the guy, making some heads turn at the commotion. 

“You didn’t have to do that… I’m not yours anymore,” you muttered, blinking as you tried to clear up the fog you were feeling. 

“Doesn’t matter, he was being a creep,” his voice was nicer, softer than before and it made your insides feel all fuzzy. 

You sighed, leaning more into Rafe’s chest, the smell of his cologne was so familiar, grounding you in the chaos of the party. He held you steady, and for a moment, you almost forgot where you were. Almost.

“Rafe, I’m fine,” you whispered, though your words didn’t sound as convincing as you hoped. The world still swayed slightly, and even though you hated to admit it, you needed him right now.

Rafe didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he kept his grip on you firm, his fingers pressing lightly against your waist as if reassuring himself that you were still there. The silence between you stretched, only filled by the loud music of the party and the occasional laugh of people passing by. You felt your head clear slightly, but the emotions were still a muddled mess inside you.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you murmured, looking anywhere but at him.

“I know,” he replied simply. His voice was calm now, devoid of the anger from before, as if the guy bothering you had never existed.

You finally turned to face him, taking in the familiar features that once made your heart race but now only brought confusion. “Why are you doing this? You’re with her now.” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but the question weighed heavy between you two.

Rafe’s jaw clenched slightly as he stared ahead. “I don’t know,” he admitted after a long pause. “But I couldn’t just let him take you.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say next. The lines between you and him were so blurred now, tangled with old feelings and unspoken words. You weren’t sure if you wanted to unravel them or just let them be. 

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, suspended in the strange in-between space—somewhere between the past and whatever this was now. The party raged on in the background, but it felt distant, like white noise. All you could focus on was Rafe and the tension hanging between you both.

“Go back to your girlfriend,” you whispered, breaking the silence between you. The feeling of his touch on you was too much to bear, it reminded you of all the reasons why you fell in love with him and all the reasons why you broke up.

Rafe’s grip on your waist loosened slightly at your words, but he didn’t let go. He was holding on, maybe out of habit, maybe out of some twisted sense of obligation. You couldn’t tell, and you weren’t quite sure you wanted to know. The weight of his touch felt heavier now, like it carried all the things left unsaid between you; the apologies he never made and the lies you told yourself to survive the breakup.

“I’m serious, Rafe,” you continued, your voice wavering, but you pushed through. “Go back to her. You’ve moved on, right? Isn’t that what this is?” You tried to sound indifferent, but your voice cracked ever so slightly and he noticed immediately.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Is all he could muster, perhaps it was a pathetic response but it was better than nothing, right? He knew how much you hated his silence, the unspoken words and the way he pushed his feelings down. 

You stared at him, processing what he had just said. “She’s not your girlfriend?” you repeated, your voice flat, masking the confusion and the small flicker of something you didn’t want to acknowledge—hope.

Rafe shook his head slightly, his jaw tight. “No. She’s… it’s not like that.”

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh, unable to contain it. “Then what is it like, Rafe? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve moved on pretty easily.” You didn’t want to sound hurt, but you couldn’t help it. 

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face like he was trying to buy time. “She’s… she’s not you.”

“And yet you parade her around,” you said harshly, “What happened to never moving on?” 

Rafe winced at your words, clearly feeling the sting of them. “It’s not like that,” he repeated, his voice sounding weaker this time, as if he didn't even believe what he was saying.

You crossed your arms, trying to keep the vulnerability out of your voice, but the hurt was bubbling up, impossible to contain. “You said you’d never move on, never fall in love again because of me. But now you’re here, acting like those words never even mattered.”

It shouldn’t have shocked you that he could so easily lie, it was just who he was, but it hurt. You were always the one taking the brunt of his emotions, while he recovered seamlessly. 

“Am I just supposed to wait around for you forever?” He shot back, his voice raising slightly, “I spent weeks trying to figure out how to be okay without you, pretending like nothing happened when all I wanted was you.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening at his words. There was a part of you that hated hearing him admit how much he struggled, how much it had affected him.

“I didn’t ask you to wait for me, Rafe,” you said, your voice quieter now, almost broken. “I just didn’t think you’d move on so quickly.”

He looked at you, his expression softening slightly. “It wasn’t quick. It felt like forever. And none of it… none of it means anything without you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself at a loss for words. His admission hung heavy between you, like an unspoken truth you both had been avoiding. He took a step closer, his hand still resting on your waist, and you could feel the heat of his body, the familiar pull you had tried so hard to ignore.

“I don’t want her,” Rafe whispered, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear him over the music. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

Your heart raced, torn between longing and disbelief. “Rafe,” you breathed, feeling the weight of his words crash down on you. They should have felt like a lifeline, but instead, they twisted in your chest

“I don’t know if I can believe that anymore,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “You moved on so fast. You made it look easy.”

Rafe’s gaze faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. “It wasn’t easy,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “I tried to forget you, but I can’t. I just… I keep comparing everyone to you. No one comes close.”

You stepped back, needing to create space, even though every part of you screamed to close the distance. “But what does that matter now? You’re with her. You’re moving on,” you said, your words tinged with bitterness. “You’re here with someone else, Rafe.”

He looked down, his jaw clenched tightly as he struggled to find the right words. “She’s just a distraction. I don’t want her… I want you.”

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to breathe. “But you’re with her,” you said again, your voice shaking. “You’re making a choice by being with someone else.”

“I thought I had to move on,” he admitted, frustration and desperation mingling in his tone. “I thought that’s what you wanted. But I realized I was only fooling myself.”

Your heart raced, torn between longing and disbelief. “You thought you had to move on?” you repeated, your voice thick with emotion. “What does that even mean? You can’t just use someone else to forget me, Rafe. That’s not fair to either of us.”

He stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought maybe if I found someone new, I could forget the past. But I can’t. I keep seeing your face, hearing your laugh—it doesn’t go away.”

You shook your head, trying to process his words while feeling the hurt swell inside you. “And what about her? What about the time you spent with her?”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” he replied, his voice low. “I’ve just been pretending, trying to convince myself that I can let you go. But every time I see you, it all comes flooding back.”

His confession pierced through you like a knife, the truth of his feelings washing over you in waves. But even as you felt a flicker of hope, the bitterness of betrayal lingered. “And you think that’s enough? That you can just turn your feelings on and off like a switch?”

His expression shifted, a mix of frustration and regret shadowing his features. “I didn’t want it to be like this! I was trying to move on for both of us, but it didn’t work. I realize now that I just hurt you more.”

“Move on for both of us?” you spat, incredulity lacing your tone. “You think pretending to be happy with someone else was going to help me? You think that’s what I wanted?”

“I thought if I could just find someone else to fill the space you left—”

“Fill the space I left?” you interrupted, disbelief flooding your words. “You can’t just replace me like I’m some old shirt you’re done wearing! I was your girlfriend, your partner, and you just tossed that aside because it was easier than dealing with your feelings.”

His frustration peaked, and he clenched his fists at his sides. “You think I wanted to toss you aside?” he shot back, anger flickering in his eyes. “I didn’t know how to deal with the pain of losing you… I thought I was being strong by moving on!”

“Strong?” you repeated incredulously, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “That’s not being strong, Rafe, that’s being a coward. You couldn’t face your feelings, so you ran from them. You thought you could just fill the void with someone else, and now look where we are—arguing in the middle of a party while you cling to me like I’m your last lifeline.”

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent in this,” he countered, his voice rising with each word. “You didn’t want to fight for us either. You walked away first, remember? You made your choice, too!”

“Because I was tired of fighting a battle that was already lost!” you snapped back, frustration bubbling over. “I couldn’t keep doing this, holding onto someone who didn’t want to be held. And you—” you pointed a finger at him, your voice shaking with emotion, “you just made it worse by trying to move on without actually letting go!”

He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his anger. “You don’t understand! I was lost without you. I thought if I could find someone else, it would make me feel better. But it didn’t. All it did was remind me of how much I needed you. And now, here I am, stuck in this mess.”

You felt a rush of emotions—a mix of anger, pain, and something else that felt like desperation. “And what do you expect me to do about it? Just forget everything and take you back… You think that’s going to magically fix all the hurt you caused?”

“I don’t know!” he admitted, his voice a mixture of frustration and sadness. “I just know I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you in my life.”

“Then stop pretending!” you shouted, your voice cutting through the noise of the party. “But don’t expect me to just jump back in like nothing happened. I need time. You’ve hurt me too much for that.”

His eyes softened, but there was still an edge of frustration there. “And how long is that going to take? Weeks? Months? What if you never come back to me?”

“Maybe I won’t!” you fired back, the truth of your words cutting deeper than you intended. “Maybe I’ll realise that I deserve better than someone who thinks they can just toy with my feelings because they’re scared.”

Rafe’s face hardened, the hurt flashing across his features quickly replaced by pride. “So that’s it then? You’re just going to give up on us?”

Your chest heaved as you tried to come up with some comeback, something that would make you seem as strong as you wished you were. But you had nothing. 

“I think it’s best if I leave,” you say after a moment of silence, fully pulling away from him and brushing a hand through your hair.

“Wait, don’t—” he started, stepping forward, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Just let me go, Rafe,” you insisted, your voice shaking slightly. “I can’t keep doing this. This back-and-forth… it’s tearing me apart.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but the words faltered. Instead, he stood there, frustration and desperation etching deep lines on his face. “You can’t just walk away from everything we’ve been through. I thought we were better than this!”

You felt anger rise within you, fueled by the hurt that had been building since the moment you realized he’d moved on without you. “Better than what? This fucking mess where you pretend to be fine while I’m left picking up the pieces? You think that’s what love looks like?”

Rafe’s eyes flashed with something between pain and anger. “You know what? Go. Leave like you always do; it’s what you do best.”

His words cut deep, the sneer on his face making you remember all the reasons you broke up in the first place. “You think I wanted to leave? You think this is easy for me?” you shot back, voice trembling. “I didn’t choose to walk away; I was forced to because you made me feel like I didn’t matter.”

“Maybe you don’t,” he replied, bitterness dripping from his words.

“Wow,” you whisper, feeling sober than before. You don’t know if his words are from the heat of the moment, but he makes them sound so real that the idea vanishes as quickly as it came. 

The expression on his face shifts, a flash of regret crossing his features as he processes his words. He opens his mouth as if to take them back, but the damage is done. “I didn’t mean that,” he says, though the conviction in his voice is weak.

“Didn’t you?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “Because it sure sounds like you did.”

His gaze drops to the floor, and you can see the internal battle raging within him. “I’m just—” he starts, then stops, as if he can’t find the right way to continue.

“Just what, Rafe?” you press, your heart racing as the weight of the moment settles over you. “Just trying to push me away? Because if that’s your goal, congratulations. You’ve succeeded.”

Rafe’s face hardens, and you can see the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “That’s not fair,” he snaps, his voice sharp. “I’ve been trying to figure this out just like you. I didn’t want any of this to happen!”

“And yet here we are,” you retort, anger flaring within you.

You look at him, feeling the familiarity of fighting with him. It hurts to admit that it’s all you really know what to do, it is almost natural for you both. 

He’s not perfect, and neither are you. But together? It’s like all those imperfections amplify and nothing else matters. You can both see the other in ways no one else can, and perhaps that’s what is so scary. 

“I’m leaving,” you say, trying to calm down and gather any semblance of stability to leave this damn party. To leave Rafe, once and for all.

He doesn’t move, his eyes still locked on you, but the hurt in his expression softens the anger that once burned so brightly. “You think walking away is the answer? Just running from everything?”

“It’s the only thing I can do right now,” you reply, your voice trembling with emotion. “Every time I’m around you, I remember what it felt like when it was good, but I can’t ignore the pain anymore. It’s suffocating me.”

Rafe takes a step closer, desperation creeping into his voice. “But we can fix this! Just… just give me a chance to show you that I can be better.”

You shake your head, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. “You say that now, but I need more than promises. Because right now, all I see are words that lead to more hurt.”

Silence hangs between you, thick with unresolved feelings and unspoken words. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. You take a shaky breath, steadying yourself. “I can’t do this anymore, Rafe. I don’t want to keep fighting for something that feels so broken.”

His expression falters, and for a moment, you see the boy you fell in love with—vulnerable, scared, and desperate to reach out. “Please,” he whispers, the vulnerability in his voice making your heart ache. “Don’t give up on us.”

But you feel your resolve harden, the anger turning into a sorrow that feels all too familiar. “I think I already have,” you admit slowly, your voice breaking.

You turn to leave, the weight of his gaze pressing on your back. Each step feels heavy, as if you’re leaving behind pieces of yourself that were once so intertwined with him. But with every step away, you can feel the suffocating fog begin to lift, the finality of your decision becoming more clear.

When you finally step out into the cool night air, a weight lift off your shoulders. You leave the warmth of the party—and him—behind. The further you walk away the more your decision settles in, bittersweet and heavy. You know you’re not perfect, and neither is he, but for the first time in a long while, you’re choosing yourself over the chaos of your past.

And that feels like a victory, however small.

[froggybells]

So What’s the Deal? 2

Sanemi x Fem!Reader

a/n: WOOO PART 2! ugh i love him he’s so cute my little baby i just want to smooch him. im trying to get better at daily updates, my bad 🥲

synop: training arc!

word count: 1.2k

Part 1 —> here

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“Good morning Shinazugawa! I see you’re training the slayers quite early today!” 

He turns his head at the sound of your voice, his heart doing a flip inside of his chest when he sees you. He hadn’t expected you to come this early to talk about the date. “Tch- you’re here early. I was just training these idiots. You can’t fight an upper rank id you can’t get up at 6 IN THE FUCKING MORNING!” He stands up straight, finally turning to look at you, taking in your appearance. 

“Let’s go inside! I’m sure everyone could use a break by now!” Turning to the other slayers, you decide to take charge. “Everyone! It’s time to take a break! Shinzugawa and I will be inside-” “Don’t fucking bother us unless someone is dead!” He snarls at the slayers.

”Hurry it up,” he says as you shove him inside “I don’t have all day to mess around with you.” You shut the door behind the two of you, giggling while you speak  .

”I thought you liked it when I boss you around?” You tease. “Of course I don’t, I can’t stand when you boss me around.” He says through gritted teeth, and a little too quickly. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. 

“Then why do you always blush when I talk to you?” You learn forward, interested im his response. He flinches as you lean forward, the red on his face darkening as you get into his personal space. He growls, looking away from you and refusing to make eye contact out of embarrassment. “I-I’m not blushing! Who said I was blushing, you idiot?!” 

You place a hand on his cheek, smiling. “Your face is red as a beet! You’re so cute Sanemi!” He hisses when you place your hand on his cheek, though he is unable to resist the urge to lean into your touch. Damn, you’re making him all fluttery. “Shut up! I’m not cute, I’m fierce and intimidating!”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh yes, Sanemi. So Fierce! That’s why you agreed to the date right? To prove how intimidating you are?” He scowls at your teasing tone, although he finds himself unable to say anything back, knowing you’re right. He agreed to the date because he was weak against your stubbornness- although he’ll never admit it himself. “S-Shut up!”

You smirk. “Wanna know a secret?” You lean in towards him. “I would love to kiss you right now.” His breath hitches as you lean close to his ear. He can feel the warmth of your breath against his skin, the closeness between you making his heart skip a beat. Dammit, hes unable to look you in the eye as his mind is flooded with the thought of your lips against his.

He swallows, trying to force the words out of his mouth.

“Then do it.”

Within an instant, your lips are on his, and you can feel a jolt of electricity go through your bodies, causing him to let out a low sigh as he kisses you back. His eyes flutter closed, completely entrapped in the moment. He’s never felt like this before- not even with any of the girl’s he had slept with over the years. 

He reaches a hand up to cup the back of your head, pulling you in closer as he deepens the kiss. 

“W-Wait!” You say as you pull away. The sudden absence of your lips against his leaves him feeling slightly dazed. “Before we go any further,” You say in between breaths, “Before we go any further, I want you to know that I don’t want this to be a fling! I want you to be mine, all mine.”

He takes a moment to recover, processing your words. He’s slightly taken aback by your confession, never thinking you would want him that way. “Fine. I’m yours, all yours, got it?” You quickly press a small peck to his cheek. “Are you being serious?”

”Of course I’m being serious, idiot.” He mutters, moving his hands to gently hold your hips, pulling you closer to him.

”Do you think the Master will be upset?” He looks down at you for a moment, considering your words. “It’s not forbidden…” You start, “But it is frowned upon.” Despite all the respect Sanemi has for his Master, he couldn’t help but feel this way. “We could keep it a secret?” He proposes. You stop for a second, thinking to yourself. His grip on your hips tighten as he pulls you flush against his body. 

“Nemi! We still have to be professional!” You giggle as he peppers kisses on your cheeks. “I don’t know how I can be professional around you, you’re too damn distracting!”

Your conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sanemi groans in annoyance at the sound of the door, pulling away from you to shout at whoever is on the other side. “What?!”

“Sir! The yellow haired boy has escaped from where you tied him up!” A nervous voice said from the other side of the door. ‘Yellow haired boy?’ You thought. “TIED UP?!” You yelled, looking at Sanemi. “Why would you tie up a child?!”

”H-He was annoying! He cried too much!” Sanemi argued back. He groaned in annoyance. “I’ll be right back, let me go find this little shit.”

You follow along. “I don’t think you can be trusted with children…” You frown, following quickly behind him. 

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“-ITS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH! I’M GOING TO BE KILLED!” The yellow haired boy screamed. 

“Oi.” Sanemi said, reaching his hand out to grab the boy, revealing another one underneath. “Make your choice. Come back to practice or die.” He said coldly. 

You quickly go to remove his hand, swatting him away. 

“UWAHHHHH!!!! A PRINCESS! A PRINCESS HAS COME TO SAVE ME! TANJIRO!! ARE YOU SEEING THIS????!!!” You quickly drop the boy, rushing to Tanjiro’s side.

“Tanjiro! Long time no see! How are you? How’s your sister? You’re looking taller! Have you been eating enough?!” You said, pestering him with questions. Sanemi’s presence got darker. “Y/N. Don’t talk to him.”

You sigh. “Sanemi, hush. He took on an upper moon! I’m curious!” You say. “Actually, I heard your brother was there too!” 

“I don’t have a brother.” You groaned. “Ugh. Get over yourself. Of course you do.” You look to the sky, noticing the position of the sun. “Well, I’ve got to go! Tanjiro,” You say, getting close to his face. “Don’t let this bozo bully you! My Estate is close to here! Feel free to come and get me if he bothers you, ‘kay?” You swiftly make your leave, then hear a scream behind you.

‘Yellow haired boy.’ You thought.

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Quiet & shy

It's always the shy and quiet ones who are the freakiest🙈‼️

Warnings: smut, female bodied reader, sub reader, public sex, oral (m receiving- giyu), fingering, nipple play (Aizetsu), size kink (gyomei), praising & Degrading, shy doms, mean dom yushiro, cum play, breeding (?), plesure dom mitsuri

Aizetsu

Aizetsu, who loves to have you away from others just to have his hands on your tits. His confidence still isn't as high when he has you alone with him and will hide his face between your boobs but is still very bold when he has his way with you

Aizetsu, who can't keep his tongue off of your nipples, Grouping and squeezing your boobs while sucking on your nipples through your shirt until their poking out and even being see through from the wet spots

Aizetsu who sucks on your nipples until their swollen as he snaps his hips harshly to fuck his cock into your tight, wet pussy, whimpering and moaning on your boobs from how tight you get every time he teases and plays with you nipples and even leaving hickeys on your boobs

Aizetsu who says "You look so pretty marked up like this. It makes me happy." Hell, say and fuck you harder holding your hands to watch your boobs bounce and hearing your loud desperate moans "a-am I hitting the right spot? Does it feel good? Tell me how good I'm making you feel, please. I want to see you cum on my cock s-so let me hear you"

Aizetsu who thrusts his hips slowly to fuck his cum back inside you after cuming to make sure none leaks out

Mitsuri

Mitsuri who can be so flustered and shy so easily but is the same one holding your leg over her shoulder as she grinds her pussy on yours, having the most control

Mitsuri who just wants to make you feel so good and will even edging herself just to make you cum as many times as she can. Her boobs will press down on your chest making you gasp out from the pressure but also giving you satisfaction from her nipples rubbing on yours

Mitsuri who kisses your jawline and says "y-youre making me feels so good, your wet pussy feels so good on mine i wanna cum with you this time y/n" she'll say with whines in between "oh no don't cry dose it feel good? Don't worry, I-i'll make it better"

Mitsuri who pushes your legs back after you've came just to have her mouth on your pussy lapping at you mess.

Nakime

Nakime who only speak unless she's spoken too likes to have you in a secluded area in the infinity castle just to have her fingers deep inside your pussy and watch you go dumb on her fingers

Nakime who can't help but smirk when you try to muffle your moans when her fingers curl in the right spot. She'll rub her thumb on your clit to have you a whimpering mess and fingers you faster

Nakime who says "I know what a dirty slut you can be for me darling. Don't hide that pretty voice from me" she'll say and kiss you "dose it turn you on when I take you like this in a place where someone could see? Your pussy is sucking my fingers in, not letting me go"

Nakime who will have you cumming on her fingers and then pull them out to lick your cum clean off her fingers. "Good girl"

Yoriichi

Yoriichi who is calm but also has an obsession for you're ass. He can't help himself from always being behind you and having his hands on your hips just to press himself against your ass and will tell you it's just to keep you close to him

Yoriichi who can't wait until he gets home to fuck you and convinces to you to go into the forest with him, where has you up against, taking you from behind

Yoriichi who says "forgive me, I couldn't wait any longer. You feel so good y/n" he says and rubs at your clit making you clench on cock harder and covers your mouth with shaking legs. "Hold out for me a little longer, my pretty girl"

Yoriichi who moans deep, but quiet in your ear so you two won't get caught and pulls out to cum on your ass. He'll grab you're ass to spread your cheeks, taking a good look at the mess and bite his lip "can we try anal?"

Gyomei

Gyomei who is so gentle and soft spoken but loves to have you go down on his thick cock after a longs day of being a hashira to relieve some stress.

Gyomei who uses his large hands to keep your legs open and feel how his big cock stretches your pussy out and how you cream on his cock everytime you take him deeper

Gyomei who says "You take it so well every time. it makes me so proud of you" he'll say with a grin on his face and his hand on your fucked out face "are your legs getting tired? Here I'll help you" he says having his hands under your ass to bounce your whole body on his cock

Gyomei kisses you're tears away as he cums inside you holding you tight while giving you back rubs

Yushiro

Yushiro, who is hot-tempered and will only stay quiet and calm if tamayo, checks him, but when tamayo isn't around he makes you understand why you shouldn't test him to see how far he'll go

Yushiro who plays with your pussy until he has you begging for him. He'll rub his tip on your throbbing clit, edging you on and putting his cock inside your soaked pussy but have you whining when he takes it completely out doing it over and over again

Yushiro who will chuckle at your need. "You think you can get away with being a brat just because Lady tamayo is around, mm? It's not nice to tease others, isn't it?" he'll smirk and slap his cock repeatedly on your pussy "only good girls get what they want. Are you gonna be a good girl?" He says stroking his cock through your wet folds

Yushiro who makes it his goal to have you a squirting mess and then pulling his cock out just to cum all over your pussy.

Giyuu

Giyuu who is unbothered and quite but has you on your knees in front of him having your mouth full of his cock.

Giyuu who pushes your head down when he's close, feeling your hands grip onto his thighs and look at him with tears filling your water line

Giyuu who says "don't cry, you look so pretty for me" and wipe your tears with his thumb "gonna cum- fuck"

Giyuu who doesn't scold you for not drinking all his cum but likes when some makes a mess on your face and running down your chin. He'll clean your face with a handkerchief and give you a light smile "now lay back, my princess deserves a reward for being so good"

[touyasdoll]

After Class

pairing: professor!Gojo x student!reader (fem)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: inappropriate power dynamics, professor kink, power play, cum eating, oral (f!receiving), reader is wearing a thong and a skirt, semi public sex, rough sex, let me know if I missed any

notes: turns out I can still write smut, I think. hope you enjoy <3

"My next class is in 20 minutes, gorgeous," Satoru coos in your ear, grinding the tent in his slacks against your thinly clad pussy, only concealed by the fabric of your cotton thong beneath your skirt.

"You should hurry up and fuck me then already. I don't wanna keep you, professor," you purr, glancing back at him over your shoulder as you drop your hips back.

A moan leaves your lungs as you grind on his length just right, sending a shiver along your spine as your soaked cunt clenches around nothing.

He does love to tease, but he doesn't have the luxury of time today and he knows it. He's also so hard that it's beginning to hurt and the noises coming from you only make it worse.

"I want to keep you though," he whispers smoothly as he drapes himself across your back, lowering himself on his long arms to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

He nips at it, reaching down to free himself from his pants before he flips your skirt up and hooks a finger into the thin strip of cotton separating him from what he's after.

Should he be fucking a student? No.

Does he care when his cock is buried inside you though? Also no.

"M'all yours for the next 19 minutes, baby. Make 'em count," you say as you reach over to grab onto the edge of the desk as you shake your ass.

"You're gonna be mine for a lot longer, princess," he replies as he glides the head of his dick against your folds, letting your juices soak the tip before he slowly sinks inside of you.

A groan pulls from him as your breathless gasp echoes back at your from the surface of the large wooden desk. He's so big it's mind numbing. Even when he takes his time.

"Fuck, Satoru," you breathe his name out, whimpering when he starts to move.

He slowly draws his hips back, the motion occuring in time with the handsome smirk spreading across his face, which only portrays a fraction of the insanity this man is able to convey.

"I'd love to hear you say my name when I'm not inside you. It sounds so good on your tongue," he says as he stands tall and grabs your hips, rolling his own at a steady pace.

"It'd probably make me hard anyway," he continues as he suddenly picks up the tempo, gripping your hips hard enough to threaten to leave bruises in the wake of his long fingers as his thrusts start to jostle your entire frame.

You cry out, wholly overwhelmed by the sensations flooding your entire body. It's easy to forget just how good it feels when you're with him until you find yourself here again, drowning in him while his cock drowns in you.

You grip the edge of the desk tighter, clinging to it as the two of you both struggle not to grow too loud for fear of alerting someone passing by in the hall to your illicit activities.

"Holy shit, you feel so fucking good, baby," he growls through grit teeth, colliding with you at an almost unnatural pace as his cock grows impossibly harder inside of you. "So tight. S'like your pussy doesn't wanna let me go."

You wish you could respond, but you can't. Not with the way it feels like he's threatening to puncture your lungs with every unforgiving shift of his hips. It's all you can do to hang on while the pressure inside of you grows with each passing second.

You do respond with a cry, one of pure pleasure. Your nails press hard into the wood, clutching despertely like it's your only tether to this realm, because it is. The euphoria coursing through you, promising that it will overcome you, is so all encompassing that it nearly blinds you; it strikes you dumb.

He looks down, committing to memory the glorious sight of his cock plunging in and out of you, punishing your cunt. His and his only. You are his and, in this moment, you both know it, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

He puts his all into giving you what you want, what he knows that you need, driving himself into you with every ounce of strength that he has, spurred on by the need to claim you, even though he already has you right where he wants you. Pliant and accepting beneath him.

"Need you to cum for me, gorgeous. Can you do that?" he asks, his voice much more calm than his body feels as every inch of him grows taut, threatening to snap if pulled any tighter.

You nod, you think you do, at least. Everything is rendered inconsequential as something inside you explodes, making you see stars even when your eyes roll back inside of your head.

He wraps a hand around your mouth, presesing it tight over your face to muffle the feral scream that pours from you. You couldn't stop it if you tried, not if your life depended on it.

"That's it. That's fucking it, baby," he mutters a second before his own end comes to claim him, stealing all of the breath from his lungs and inspiring his body to move on it's own.

His hips cast into yours as his seed spills into your womb, filling you completely as you whine and readily accept it, pushing yourself up with what strength you have left in your body to thrust your hips back to meet his own, drawing out his pleasure as he draws out yours.

"Satoru," you breathe out, sighing in ecstasy and your body gives out, thumping onto the desk while his motions stutter and then still.

He drapes himself over you, kissing along the back of your neck to nip at your flesh, to have one last taste of you before he reluctantly parts his form from yours, slipping out of you and sending a sinful mixture of both of your essences dripping onto the floor.

"You are going to be the death of me," he murmurs into your ear, kising the side of your face.

"I could say the same," you sigh, eyes heavy and body seemingly lifeless as you try to will your legs to move, but it's useless with every neuron inside you still firing and him lazily draped across your back.

"At least we'll go together," he muses, his lips quirking into a smile as he nips your ear one last time, sending a shiver down your spine before he stands tall to tuck himself back into his pants.

You push yoursself up once you've recovered, tilting your head to one side as you look him over and hop up onto the desk.

"Eat it," you command cooly, looking him straight in his baby blue eyes that have reduced you to nothing time and time again.

"What?" He quirks a brow, looking you over.

"Eat your cum out of my cunt, Satoru," you demand again as you lay back on your elbows and part your legs, displaying the mixture of you and him trapped between your thighs, leaking out of you.

He looks down, eyes widening slightly before he flashes you that smirk that never fail to make your knees weak and sinks down to his own.

His hands come up to hold onto your thighs, fingers running aong your still sensitive skin as his breath fans your core before he dives in, ice blue eyes locked with yours.

You gasp, your hand flying into his snow white locks to tug gently as his eyes flutter and falls closed while he devours you. His tongue laps at your pussy, greedily tasting the concoction of your escapades.

"Fuck," he murmurs into you, sucking on your clit just to smirk when you whine.

He does as you bid him, tasting the salt of his own design and the sweetness of you, letting it bathe his tongue as he cleans you. Rids you of the evidence of the sin you both committed so willingly, but he doesn't stop.

He doesn't stop even as your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging harshly at the stark white tresses that have been turned wild by your touch. If anything, he laps more incessantly at your center, sending you careening off into an abyss that you haven't seen before. That you haven't had the intene pleasure of seeing until he brought you there and tosses you over that precipice.

You howl and he reaches up, clamping his hand down over your mouth as your hips grind desperately against his face. He groans against your folds before he wreches himself away to stand up and claim your mouth, as if he hadn't taken enough already.

You kiss him back, tasting yourself on his tongue as his slides against yours, exploring your mouth without shame, because that was left at the door when you two were together. There was no place for it.

The handle on the door jiggles, stirring both of you as your heads whip towards the door nearest the front of the room.

"Fuck," you hiss, trying to collect your senses as you push him off and stand up, adjusting your panties and your skirt.

"Fucking early birds," he mutters as he wipes his chin, staining the sleeve of his shirt with your juices.

You move to grab your bag and he follows you, his long legs allowing him to keep up even with your head start.

He catches your wrist and you find yourself bumping into his imposing frame. As lean as he looks, it's all muscle. All height, towering over you as he bends down, catching your jaw with his other hand as he kisses you again.

You get lost in it, the knocking on the door fades away as you savor his taste—your taste—again.

"I'll be seeing you, beautiful," he says softly, a dangerous glint in his eye as he gives your hand a squeeze and lets you go.

You flash him a smile and grab your things as you chew on your lip, making for the door towards the back as he heads for the one at the front.

With one last longing glance, the both of you turn the respective handles in your grasp and you slip out of the room, retreating into the hallway to carry on with your day, traces of him lingering on your skin. In your soul, where he now resides.

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