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POCKETS OF TIME ex-wife.ᐟleila ouahabi x reader

summary moments with leila that you hold dear to your heart.

contains ex.ᐟwife leila ouahabi x reader universe, this is set during the years of their marriage, mentions of weight, they're so inlove, pure fluff!

author notes told yall i was working on something! here it is. enjoy it 💖

word count 2.6k

PLAYING STAY READY (WHAT A LIFE) BY JHENE AIKO FT KENDRICK LAMAR

ONE

you're laying on leila chest, her hands playing with your hair. lips still swollen from a long overdue makeout session. this was the first time you have seen leila in about two weeks, she had been away doing the usual football duties she has to do to get the career she strives for. you two texted the entire time while she was away, but nothing can compare to hearing her voice in person and feeling the warmth of her body against yours.

“i missed you.. alot,” you murmur, breaking the comfortable silence that laid between you two.

leila chuckles, “really? i missed you more.”

“pfft, no way. i always feel like a puppy begging for you to look my way.”

“anyone who knows us would disagree with that. i'm the one always looking for your attention.”

you sit up, making leila frown at the sudden loss of weight. her frown soon turns into a smile when she looks at your face; brows all furrowed and eyes all squinted. when you looked like that, she always knew you were thinking hard.

“i've been crazy about you since literally the first day you asked me out,” you say.

“same here,” leila sits up beside you, pushing back some of your hair behind your ear with her hand, “i liked you so much so fast. i never said anything about it until now cause i thought it would scare you off.”

you laugh, shaking your head.

“scare me off? nah, you could never scare me off.”

leila pulls you back into her arms, falling back onto the bed. “good cause i'm too obsessed to let you go.”

TWO

“look at you,” leila says with admiration laced into her tone, “your bump has gotten so big.”

a shy smile graces your lips as you look in the mirror at where leila's hands are resting at the bottom of your belly bump. ever since you have been showing, leila has asked you to stand infront of the floor length mirror in your bedroom so you two can look at the bump together.

“i feel like a whale,” you pout. weight isn't something you have ever really cared about, but seeing your body change so much in such a short amount of time has messed with you a bit if you're being honest.

leila scoffs before gently biting your ear. “don't talk about my wife like that,” she says, resting her head on your shoulder.

you roll your eyes in faux annoyance but in reality your heart warms at how she doesn't let you self deprecate.

“you're gorgeous. you're basically glowing,” leila pairs her compliments with a kiss to your cheek.

“ugh, stop..” you mumble, pouting. feeling embarrassed with her attention on you.

leila shakes her head but stops for now. her mind focusing on something else, “is the extra weight giving you trouble? making your back hurt?”

you let out a sigh and nod. the bigger your bump grew, the more your back felt strained. you aren't used to carrying around the extra weight even at 24 weeks.

“it's okay, princesa. i gotchu,” leila says. she slides her hands to underneath your belly then pushes it up, lifting the weight from you.

the relief she gives you makes you groan softly.

the smug look of satisfaction leila gives you makes you groan again, this time out of annoyance, and close your eyes.

THREE

it's pouring raining outside. the weather matches your unpleasant mood. today felt like it was out of a movie, in a bad way. you had burned your eggs this morning so you went to work only have eaten a protein bar then you made a mistake at work and got scolded then on the way home you wanted to grab some cinnamon rolls to make up for your bad day but nope, forgot your cards at home and you only realized when you reached the counter. the sting of embarrassment that went through you when you had to say nevermind and walk out still burns you hours later.

so yeah, you have been having a shitty day.

you have already cried all the tears you could and eaten half of the ice cream in your freezer.

still, your bad mood is persistent. sticking onto you like it's humidity.

so you call leila, something you should had done earlier but you weren't thinking about that through all of your tears and anger at the day.

pick up, please you beg internally. the phone rings and rings until the voicemail plays. you let out a heavy sigh.

what could she possibly be doing? you remember her texting you in the morning with her usual good morning then telling you that she was going to go play soccer with her friends but that was back around eight am. she has to be finished with that by now.

you are about to set your phone down and start back on your ice cream binge when it rings.

my baby 💋 pops up on your screen. you barely let the ringtone play before you answer.

“leila..” you say, your voice nearly breaking into a sob.

“princesa, what's wrong? why you sound so down?” leila feels like her heart is breaking with how sad you sound answering the phone. she was just getting out of the shower when you called, so she missed it but called back the moment she was in her bedroom.

you let out a deep breathe, trying to stop yourself from crying. wanting to sound clear enough for leila to understand the words coming out of your mouth.

“today has been the worst day of my life. i swear.. like-” you go into a rant about all the happened. your chest feeling lighter and lighter as you speak.

leila listens to it all, already getting dressed as she puts you on speaker. she wasn't going to just sit at home while her girlfriend was going through it.

“don't worry, baby. i'm coming,” she says, staying a few minutes more on the phone before hanging up.

fifteen minutes later and there was a knock at your door. you get up and open it to the sight of a soaked leila with two bags in her hand.

“oh my god, leila, get in here.” you step aside to allow her to walk in. she smiles and come inside. kicking off her shoes by the shoerack before walking over to the kitchen to set the bags down.

“babe, why are you soaked?” you say, following behind her.

“cause i ran here. the bus would had took too long,” she says casually like that isn't insane, “oh, and i stopped by the store as you can see.” she starts to pull out the snacks she brought out of the bags.

you look at her like she's crazy. all you can do is laugh as you shake your head, “i love you but please, next time, just take the bus.”

“not when you about to breakdown over the phone with me,” she turns to look at you, frowning as she looks at your face. there are tear stains down your cheeks, your eyes are all puffy. she comes close to you and brings her hands to cup your face.

the coolness of her hands make you let out a puff, but you don't pull away. practically melting into her affection.

“next time you have a really shitty day, call me as soon as possible. i care about you, amor,” she says softly like you were fragile.

“okay.”

“okay?”

“i'll call you next time.. as soon as possible.”

“good. now let's eat all of these snacks until we feel sick and watch a movie,” leila says, proceeding to peck your forehead before pulling away.

you nod before remembering that leila is literally soaking wet and getting the water all over your floors. “right after you go dry off and change,” you say.

leila looks down at herself before smirking, “oh yeah. hold on a sec.”

FOUR

leila's sitting at one of the many tables in this venue, sipping on a glass of champagne. you and her have just got married. her feet are tired from dancing, her face is tired from smiling and laughing, and her stomach feels so full after all the cake she ate.

you're on the dance floor, dancing with your niece who isn't really your niece. the little girl, brielle, is actually your bestfriend's daughter. she's an adorable little girl who was happily the flower girl for the wedding.

the venue is pretty much empty at this point. everyone is off to their hotel rooms or outside talking about whatever. music is softly playing from the DJ booth. it feels like a scene straight out of a movie.

leila can't stop her smile from growing as she watches you pick up brielle and spin her around. you look so gorgeous like an angel. this day will definitely go down as one of the best days of her life. probably right after the day she first met you.

eventually brielle gets tired, resting her head on your shoulder. you smile as you walk over to leila.

“going to go give her back to her mom,” you say, nudging leila's foot with your heel, “then you're going to gimme a dance.”

“oh yeah?” leila sets her champagne glass to the side. she leans forward, putting her elbows on her thighs.

you nod, “mhm. i'm your wife, so you do what i want. happy wife.. happy life.”

leila shakes her head, smile still plastered on her lips, “hurry back.”

you make a kissing noise before walking away. leila whistles as she watches you walk away and lets out a laugh when you turn your head to give her an annoyed look.

ten minutes later, you're back. you come up to the side of leila and tap her shoulder.

“hi, wife. dance with me?” you hold out your hand towards her.

leila takes your hand and stands, “of course, wife.”

so that's what yall do. dancing slowly on the dancefloor, swaying to the music. there are some softly said words to eachother but it's mostly taking in the moment and enjoying it.

when the song ends, leila pulls you into a kiss. you smile into the kiss so of course she starts to smile too and the kiss goes from a embrace of lips to a clash of teeth.

“i love your smile,” leila says breathless when she pulls away.

your smile gets wider, if that's even possible, at her compliment.

“i love your smile more,” you say back.

“i love you.”

“and i love you more.”

FIVE

you're cutting vegetables, listening to your mother's voice while she talks about all the family drama. something about your cousin wedding and her husband being trash. you aren't really listening even though the tea is juicy.

it's hard to multitask; listen and cut up the vegetables well.

leila had took marco off to the park to tire him out. he has been energetic all day, so she got the got the great idea to take him out. your father decided to tag along, wanting more time with his grandson and daughter-in-law.

“-and you know, he didn't even ask for blessing from her parents to marry her. not that it's needed, but i'm pretty sure she would love to hear he got the approval of her parents,” your mother says, “he's so unlike leila. she actually came to us and ask for our permission.”

you were just nodding in agreement before fully grasping what was just said. you stop cutting, looking over at your mother.

“leila did what?” you say.

your mother looks at you, slightly annoyed you interrupted her gossiping. “she asked for permission to marry you. i remember she came here, brought flowers for me and a football jersey for your dad, and said she wanted to marry you and hoped for our blessing. of course, we gave it to her and look at you two now, married,” she says. all nonchalant like it was something you already known.

before you can say anything, your mother goes back to gossiping. continuing to talk down on your cousin's husband and you actually tune in this time as you swipe the chopped vegetables off the cutting board into the frying pan.

when leila, marco, and your dad come back, they're all starving. dinner is a lovely affair with the conversation flowing easily; marco talking about all they did at the park, your mother going into what she wants you all to do together as a family tomorrow, your father bringing up football, and leila chiming into every topic like the yapper she is.

your mind is off somewhere during dinner, but you still take part in the conversation.

after dinner, you take marco to go ready for bed while leila helps clean up.

coming out of the bathroom with a freshly bathed marco, you say goodnight to your mother and father as you pass by their bedroom. marco says a sleepy goodnight that leaves them smiling.

“night night, my love,” you say to him as you tuck him into bed. you had got him all dressed in his jammies. he looked adorable.

leila walks into the room, also changed into her pajamas and hair freshly wet from her shower. she smiles at seeing the two of you.

“mama, can we go back to the park tomorrow?” marco asks when leila comes to kneel beside you at his bed.

“mhm, yeah if we find the time,” she says.

you kiss his forehead then push back some of his hair from his eyes, “hm, you need a haircut.. we'll think about that tomorrow. sleep tight, have sweet dreams.”

you get up from where you kneel at the side of his bed and leila replaces you, going to give marco a kiss of her own and a few whispered words about what's to come tomorrow.

marco, exhausted from the day, is fast asleep by the time leila reaches his bedroom door. she smiles as she looks at him looking all adorable in his little bed then she gently shuts the door.

when she comes into your bedroom, slightly closing the door before getting into bed beside you. she kisses your forehead before saying, “he's an little angel, isn't he?”

“yeah.. must not take after you because you're the furthest thing from an angel,” you say playfully. giggling when leila pinches your side.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” leila rolls her eyes, “go shower. you smile like fried vegetables.”

“so like a meal? awe, thanks for the compliment.”

“shut up.” leila rolls her eyes before shoving you with her shoulder.

you shove her back and scoff, “don't be mad i'm a full meal and you're not.”

“that's not how it was last night-” you cover her mouth before she can continue speaking. you can feel her lips turn into a smirk underneath your palm.

“okay, shut up,” you pull your hands away.

and of course, leila has that stupid smirk on her face. “okay.. just to let you breathe for a sec. you still gotta go shower.”

“i know, but before i do.. i wanted to ask you a question.”

leila gets slightly more serious as she raises her eyebrows, gesturing for you to go ahead and ask.

“did you ask for my parents blessing before proposing to me?” you ask.

the brunette lets out a sigh then laughs, “thought you were going to ask me something super serious. yeah, i did.”

“why?”

“cause i know how much your parents mean to you and you know, i love them too. i would have still proposed with or without their blessing, but it was nice to know they were 100% behind our engagement.”

you look at her for a moment before coming close to kiss her all over her face. leila giggles, half confused, half amused.

“i love you,” you say when you pull away.

she tilts her head, looks away for a second before saying, “i love you more, you weirdo. now go shower please.”

“pfft, I still smell like a meal. don't even.”

author notes one of my best works in a long while. hope ya liked it 😚

#mani writing #woso x reader #leila ouahabi x reader #woso fluff #woso fanfics

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mephist00o · 2 days ago

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SAY YES

Availbe on ao3 [banner by mee]

desc: just equal amount of longing from you and sev with a surprise at the end :)

word count: 1.7k

tags: POC!reader in mind, established relationship, cowboy!sevika, wholesomeness, non-toxic yuri 👩🏾‍❤️‍👩🏿, reader lightly mentions rough upbringing with their sexuality

a/n: I love writing Sevika this way SOSOSO much, has to pull through for pride month but expect more fluffy Sevika content 🫶🏾 hope u all enjoy!

"You're radiant."

Your face blushes at her words. Sevika can't believe that you were actually with her.

The early mornings are the best parts of Sevika's day. The beautiful view from outside your shared farmhouse, on top of the even more beautiful view of you? Well, Sevika would have to be as wild as a house on wheels to not love that.

The vibrant shine of the sun hits your skin perfectly and you're just sitting there, dolling yourself up. Not for her, no. You just wanted to feel pretty. Which was crazy in Sevika's mind since you might as well be a goddess.

That's one of the things she loves about you, how you value your individuality. She sees you as one of a kind, a diamond in a world full of rocks, truly breathtaking.

The way you part your hair, your eyes, the way you stick your tongue out when your really focused on something, the smile you only show around her, anything and everything you do makes her feel like she's hit the jackpot in love.

Sevika's eyes continue scanning your movements. You can feel her intense gaze burning through you. Not to say you didn't enjoy it, of course not. It just takes some time to get used to.

Behind you, you hear your shared bed creak and feel calloused hands wrap themselves around you.

You peer your head to the side, taking in her smell.

"What, Sev?"

"Hmm? Can't I just enjoy being m'a girl's presence?"

She kisses your cheek swiftly.

You lean into the kiss and continue doing your eyeliner. You're preparing to meet up with some friends for a girl's trip, something Sevika suggested to you. Or, more like frantically begging you to go out with them. Something is up. It was as plain as the ears on a mule.

Sevika eventually leaves you to your business and starts to get ready for the day.

In the reflection of your vanity, the outline of her v-line catches your attention as you slowly start forgetting you're even doing your makeup. Sevika notices it. She doesn't tease you though, instead she just smiles to herself.

After a bit more ogling, you're about to get dressed, but before you can pick an outfit out, Sevika interjects.

"Oh actually, I know you're going out today, and I thought you'd like this outfit I bought you."

She hands you a gorgeous ensemble. It was an off the shoulder floral dress with pink roses across the hem of the skirt. It also included a gorgeous matching set of gold earrings and a necklace.

"just a little something, nothin' to fancy." You smile at her extremely adorable shyness.

"Sev! I absolutely love it." You lean in and sweetly kiss her cheek.

After you finished getting ready, you in your new outfit (via Sevika's request), and Sevika in a simple white tank with overalls and boots, you and Sevika start off your days.

You can't remember the last time you felt so free. Doing mundane farm work and living on a farm wasn't something you ever saw yourself doing, growing up in cities, but it brought such serenity into your life. You don't tell Sevika often, but you truly do thank her for being such a stable anchor to lean on.

Growing up having to hide almost every part of yourself for people who were supposed to love you unconditionally took a huge toll on your mental. Sevika gave you the freedom to truly be yourself without holding it against you. You loved her for that.

After reminiscing on you and Sevika's time together, you make your way to the front porch, waiting on your friends to pick you up. You can't help but take glances at Sevika working. The way her arms flexed while hauling up the sheep had you flustered. Honestly, seeing Sev do any manual labor has you going crazy.

Sevika's a painting, sweaty mess as she comes back over and sits next to you. You and her just enjoy each others presence for a bit before you interrupt the silence,

"Sev, my friends aren't here yet, I can still help you out y'know? I know how much the chickens give you trouble and-"

Sevika puts her hand up to your face and insists,

"Y/N, save part of your breath for breathing. And besides, what kinda lover would I be if I had my lady dent one limb on that pretty little body of hers?" A hand gently caresses your face.

You look at her, take in her features. Her sunken eyes cast shadow on her luminous tanned skin. Along with her smooth southern accent, everything about her made you weak in the knees.

You looked at her lovingly before changing the subject again. Your eyes hid something mischievous in them as you looked at Sevika.

"Speaking of, keep dressing like that and I'm not so sure I'll be able to handle myself..."

Looking at her chosen apparel, you fully start checking her out. She raises a brow and smiles, challenging you.

"Oh yeah? S'That a promise, doll?"

"Maybe it is..."

You cheekily turn away and hear Sevika laugh along to your antics. Does she even realize the things she does to you?

A brief pause happens between you too, but your thoughts are both quickly interrupted by the honk of your friend's car horn. She jokingly tells you and Sevika to get a room before beckoning you over. You laugh, kiss Sevika goodbye, and head out with your friend's

...

One large shopping spree, two movies, and a sweet treat (or two) later and you finally make it back home.

You were excited to show off what new stuff you bought at the mall to Sevika, but before you could call out to her you felt yourself step on something. An envelope. On top, it says OPEN ME in a big red pen. You open the letter, curiosity coursing through you.

'Hide and seek! Catch me if you can!'

What's she playing at?

You laugh a bit to yourself, being used to her silliness. You decided to play along and enter your shared home.

Roses cloud your vision. They're hanging across your ceilings along with various candles adorned with the potent scent of vanilla all around the home. The whole house looked like something out of a Disney movie.

A sign with red spray paint catches your attention and you turn to read it.

This way!

You follow the mysterious signs directions and make it to the next checkpoint. You start to wonder what this surprise could be. If Sevika's spending THIS much time it must be important.

Almost there babe!

You see the sign has an arrow next to it, leading you to your shared bedroom. Your patience is growing a bit thin. You gently turn the doorknob. What is so important that she sent out a whole wild maze-

You halt your movements.

Then, before you know it, their Sevika is. Standing in front of you in your bedroom, your favorite song lightly humming in the background, and rose petals shaped in a heart lay beneath your feet. She's replaced her wife pleaser with a black blazer and a loose-fitted burgundy button down. Your favorite color on her. She smelled like dark oak and cologne.

Sevika's hands are behind her while she's looking at you like you're her entire world. She strides her way towards you with hope oozing out of her eyes.

"Y/N L/N, I've dreaming about this day since I finally became yours,"

You can't help but laugh. Is this seriously happening?

"For the past few years, I've been trying to muster up the courage to even ask you this. Let alone trying to plan this whole thing out without you knowing."

Sevika chuckles a bit.

"I'll have to thank F/N later."

"You all were in on this?!"

No wonder. You mentally note that you're gonna be screaming at your friends later.

"Anyways, I wanted to make sure I said the right things to you. You're the strongest person I know, and it hurts me to know that you weren't treated like the goddess I know you as. You deserve to have poems written about you, love songs. And, we all know I'm no poet but..."

Sevika holds on to your (now trembling) hands and presses them to her lips. She stayed like that for a few moments then took a long, slow breath in.

"But you're my peace, my love. And I'll be damned if I miss my chance at telling you that."

Tears fall uncontrollably out your eyes as you try to think of something, anything to say. You and Sevika both giggle together at the sweet situation. Sevika lowers herself down on one knee before you, eyes filled with utter devotion.

"So, will you do this cowboy an honor and marry her?"

She pulls out a velvet wrapped box. Inside it, a gorgeous moonstone wedding ring held together by a golden band. It's the most beautiful ring you've ever seen

Your heart feels like it's swelling out of your chest. You force yourself to muster out a reply, Sevika still looking up at you patiently.

"Oh 'Vika, of course I will!"

You grab her face and kiss her before she can even get the ring on you. You both smile into the kiss as bliss completely engulfs the both of you. You couldn't be happier.

...

You both continue to hold each other through the night. Not a moment passes where you don't feel completely and utterly in love. You ended up forgetting all about the stuff you bought. That was nothing compared to this.

Eventually you both get cleaned up and make your way to bed. As you lay down various thoughts keep running through your head. When are you gonna start planning the actual event? How much will it cost?

Sevika looks at you, noticing your head being up in the clouds.

"You can worry about telling your friends and family about the engagement tomorrow," Sevika whispers to you.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, I got you."

You hum in response, continuing to latch on to her warmth, and you both sleep the night away. Know that as long as Sevika's around, everything will be alright.

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moodient · 18 hours ago

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sev week// day two: smut

tags: smut, public smex, cunnlingus, kissing, fingering, hold the moan, degrading, edging (don't worry you cum!), almost caught?, quickie, tw: men (flirting with reader)

synopsis: you and sevika enjoy a day on the beach together, loving on another and enjoy the ocean's breeze.. there's nothing that could ruin this perfect day.. right?

Sandy Cheeks

"come on sevika!! you're too slow!" you said giggling, running towards the shore. the sea was as blue as the sky and was beautiful decorated with clouds and birds that were passing by.

sevika gives you a small grin and picks up her pace only by a little bit. the wagon moves smoothly behind her, packaged sandwiches, sliced fruit and waters were all put in the wagon with some other small things. beach umbrellas, big towels, sunscreen, even sand molds.

this was around the type of year where sevika gets most breaks from work, especially because it's so demanding but it's good pay and so many benefits, it seemed unbelievable but legit.

you covered your face with a hand to get a better view and you found it.. the perfect spot. where you can be close to the water but way from people. rocks covered the area, giving it perfect shade.

you ran to the spot, fighting the hot sand and sharp but colorful shells under your feet.. it hurt but you were too excited to have a day with sevika where you don't have to worry about nothing.

the day consist of light but nice conversation, enjoy food with one another, whether that's sevika feeding you grapes or you're feeding her a whole sandwich. sevika even fought off a seagull that was constantly pestering the both of you.. she even grabbed it and choked it until it ran off. you never see the woman so upset in her life, but the entire interaction made you laugh so hard.

sevika kissed your cheek and told she's running off to the bathroom. you nodded and relaxed in the shaded area, letting the ocean's waves and the seagull's frantic but soothing calls calm you... until you hear someone clearing their throat.

not one.. not two but three men stand in front of you, smirking at your gorgeous and almost naked figure, admiring it in all of its beauty.

"woah, who are you beautiful?" one man asks, kneeling down to reach your lower body.

"yeah, she's totally banging.. can we get your number?" another man asks.

"we don't bite.. unless you want us to?~" the last one teased.

"no thanks i'm not interested. my wife is waiting for me." you reply, trying to keep the conversation short and sweet.

"c'mon baby.. just give us a chance, i'm sure we can make you.. really comfortable~" one of them. by the minute, you've grown irritated by their remarks and got up, arms looking down on them.

"all three of you are absolutely fucking disgusting, i'm not interested in ANY of you." you said, disgusted and repulsed. before you could even think, one of them grab you and you yanked your hand back, slapping the one that grabbed you with the back of your hand.

"this fucking bitch." both of the men looked at each other and nodded, charging towards you. your body flinched and eyes closed shut. you thought you were going to feel pain but instead you felt arms around you and wincing.

both of the mens' arms were constricted by sevika's one hand, grabbing tightly and slightly twisting it. their faces twisted with pain, trying to free themselves but her grip was stronger, tighter, and way more dangerous than these men think they are.

"do we have a problem, i think she said she wasn't.." she says sweetly, tightening the grip even more.

"interested." she said, her voice being bitter but letting them go. the men cowardly moved back, scurrying away.

"now go." the boys nodded and ran off, terrified by the woman who only used words and one hand to put them in their place. you of course, were happy that your charming and amazing wife protected and defended you, but you wished that they would just accept no the first time. sevika places you on her lap and kisses your cheek.

"you okay, baby?" she asked you, making you face her. you nod but she knows that you're just trying to stay positive, and she has just the way to make you feel better..

"you know, i think you look so sexy especially when you slapped him.. mm~ almost got a hard on, baby.." she teases, kissing your neck. you whimper softly, pushing her face away softly.

"mm~ n-not in public, vika." you said, blushing softly. you looked into her eyes, feeling shy but you wanted everything she was going to give you.

"you see that giant rock there? near the boundary, come on..~"

"you know you wanna~"

oh, yes the hell you do. your lips instantly crash into hers, feeling her chapped but soft lips. she kisses back, wrapping your arms around her neck and hers around your waist. your body warming up and eyes turning glossy from lust that you couldn't control. her soft and thick tongue wrapping around yours, taking dominance swiftly.

"such a good girl, just let me take care of you, mm?~" you didn't initially want to but how could you deny her especially since she's looking at you like that. you nodded and she lifts you up, carries you to the rock that covers the both of you. without a second doubt, she lays you down and lifts your bikini bottom down, and the sight was heavenly, you're already soaked through, face flushed, and chest risen.

she licks your sensitive bud, swirling and softly passing her tongue back and forth against it, you try your hardest to cover your moans, but you couldn't help it, letting out a few moans but they're not too loud. your lip quivers as she passionately eats you out, lapping your juices and sucking your clit.

"s-sevika, it's too good.. i can't hold my moans." you moan out, whimpering as she laughs a little before going back to eating your pussy. she lifts up two fingers, putting it close to your mouth. you opened it with saliva strands lacing your mouth, and she gently lays her fingers on your tongue. you already knew what this meant, your tongue wrapped around her thick and long fingers. you absolutely loved how good her fingers tastes; they're sweet, but also salty.

after a while, from sucking on her fingers, she pulls them out and gently massages your front. slow and gently, just the way you like but you hear someone coming by.. a couple?

"can i help you?" sevika says, half of her body covered by the rock but she's still massaging you and worse, she stuck a finger in. you yelp out but quickly covered your mouth. her finger thrusting, in and out of you like she's not having a full conversation while you're being fucked by her finger..

you tap her hand and gestured a 'send them away' and she grins, but nodding that she got it.

"i'm sorry but actually do you mind? this the only day i have off work and i'd love to enjoy the waves and the sun while i still have it." sevika explained, and the couple immediately apologized and walked off, you listening to their footsteps and the sound of the sand being crushed fade.

"aww, my poor baby can't keep her moans together.. i think you deserve.. a punishment." sevika teased, watching your pretty cunt throb like a heart on pure adrenaline for her and she kisses it.

still fingering you, she adds another finger and your tension starts to build, her fingers quickening and she lays on her tongue on your clit, sucking hard on it and licking.

your body is shaking from the amount of overstimulus but you want more, needed it even and you can't take it anymore.. you feel that pressure building up more.. and more..

"s-sev.. i'm so fucking close.. please let me cum, i'll be a good girl, just please." your begging always sends sevika into an animalistic drive, her movements quicken and her suction harder, tighter but she's passionate. you know it's filled with nothing but absolute love and her devotion to you.

"mm, cum pretty girl.. let the world know who treats you so well.." sevika moaned out, curling her fingers and you burst.. your moaning mainly whimpering and soft gasps, sevika kissed your lips, giggling at the state you're in..

"you're such a good girl, now let me clean you up." she says lifting you up, but she held you for a second. looking at your figure and she couldn't help but laugh, you were absolutely confused until you turned to her looking at your ass.

"mm, sandy cheeks is gonna be y'r new nickname, baby."

"oh god, no."

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x female reader #sevika my love #sevika smut #moodie 💫

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reveryfics · 2 days ago

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hiya:) here's the request I sent to @loversrocktvgirl2 <3

"If you do John Walker, I was wondering if you could write pole dancer reader? Absolutely NOT an nsfw request, pole dancing is genuinely such a gorgeous form of dance and the level of strength you need for it is insaanee.

Like maye I was thinking John always bickers with reader n stuff, and they're just super all over the place with "do I like him or do I rip his guts out for fucking up that whole mission?" And one day he just walks into the gym and catches reader pole dancing and admittedly stares. :3 idk I've been thinkingbof this for a while I just can't write it myself hevhrbrhwbrbcl"

Thank you sm for considering this/wanting to hear abt it, absolutely no pressure if you do or don't write, take your time and take care of yourself above all. 🫶🫶 I'd just like to add on if the reader could be a transman (like myself) if you need more details or anything you can just dm me :)

Love Hate Affair

John Walker x FtM Reader

Summary: John Walker had a knack for pushing your buttons. One moment, you wanted to kiss him; the next, you wanted to kill him. And he felt the same way about you, right up until he found you "cooling off" after a mission went sideways.

A/N: Can't express how absolutely excited I was to see @loversrocktvgirl2 recommend me for this request. I'm so excited to see what I can do for this, the idea is great and I hope I can do it justice, especially since this is the first request I've gotten for John since I started writing for him. I'd like to mention John isn't being transphobic, he just can't cope with that fact he wants you so badly.

TW: Brief argument - Flirting

Your relationship with John Walker was a precarious dance on a razor's edge. It seemed you were perpetually teetering between explosive arguments and a strange, undeniable magnetism. When you weren't locked in a heated debate over some triviality, John was busy lobbing passive-aggressive grenades your way, each comment a subtle dig at your actions or, more pointedly, a snide jab at your masculinity. It was a consistent, insidious tactic, designed to bolster his own shaky confidence by tearing you down. There were moments, fleeting but intense, when you truly couldn't discern if you were utterly, inexplicably head over heels for the arrogant jerk, or if the urge to "accidentally" eliminate him on a mission was a more dominant desire.

The feeling, you suspected, was entirely mutual for John. He grappled with his own internal conflict, unsure if he was genuinely falling in love with a transgender man – a startling revelation for someone who had exclusively been attracted to women – or if he fantasized about repeatedly bouncing your head off his vibranium shield. This volatile dynamic, a constant push and pull, was the bedrock of your interactions.

Today was a prime example of this strained equilibrium. Another mission, another argument, all because John's colossal ego prevented him from stepping back and allowing you to execute the plan. Predictably, the mission went south, and just as predictably, John wasted no time in pinning the blame squarely on you.

The air in the elevator was thick with unspoken recrimination as the doors hissed open, revealing the bustling main room. John's voice, laced with bitter accusation, cut through the ambient noise. "If you'd just listen and acted like a real man for once!" he snapped, his finger jabbing accusingly at your chest, a familiar provocation.

Your own temper, already simmering, flared. "Oh cut the shit, junior varsity wannabe!" you retorted, not bothering to wait for the elevator doors to fully retract before striding out. "This isn't about manning up! It's about your fuck-ass ego!"

Before you could take another step, John was suddenly in front of you, his hands roughly curling into the collar of your suit. His face was mere inches from yours, eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and something else you couldn't quite decipher. It was in these intensely charged moments that the line between love and hate blurred entirely. Neither of you could tell if the next second would see your lips crashing together in a desperate kiss, or if an all-out brawl was about to erupt for everyone to witness.

The suffocating tension was finally broken by a familiar, weary voice. "Knock it off!" Bucky Barnes, whose interventions had become an alarmingly frequent necessity, cut through the charged atmosphere.

John, with a visible effort, released his grip, shoving you back as if your very presence was repugnant. You didn't utter another word, simply turning on your heels and mumbling under your breath about needing to cool off, the unresolved conflict hanging heavy in the air.

Later that night, the lingering tension from the earlier confrontation with John still hummed beneath your skin. After a long, scalding shower that did little to wash away the day's frustrations, you sought refuge in the Tower's gym. The quiet hum of the ventilation system and the distant city lights filtering through the panoramic windows offered a sense of solitude you desperately craved.

You moved with a quiet purpose, your bare feet padding softly against the cold, polished floor as you made your way to your usual spot. Dressed only in a short pair of gym shorts, the cool air was a welcome contrast to the internal heat of your lingering anger. You placed your towel and water bottle on a bench near the back wall, your gaze already fixed on the gleaming vertical pole that rose from floor to ceiling.

It was your sanctuary, a private space where you could shed the weight of expectations and the relentless scrutiny that came with your life. Others might associate the pole with overt sensuality, but for you, it was a rigorous discipline. The sheer, intricate body control it demanded, the strength, precision, and grace required to defy gravity and execute each fluid movement, was a meditation. It was a way to channel your physical energy and mental frustrations into something beautiful and demanding, a silent language where your body could express what your words often couldn't. Tonight, more than ever, you needed to lose yourself in that silent, demanding dance.

You reached for the pole, the cool metal a familiar comfort against your palms. A deep breath filled your lungs, expelling the last vestiges of the day's animosity. With a practiced grip, you began.

Your initial movements were slow, a controlled warm-up. You started with simple spins, letting momentum build as your body found its rhythm. The world outside the gym, the petty squabbles, the weight of your complicated relationship with John – it all began to recede. Here, on the pole, there was only your body, your breath, and the music that had started to play softly from hidden speakers – a slow, building track with a powerful, driving beat.

As the music intensified, so did your routine. You transitioned from basic spins to more challenging holds, your muscles coiling and extending with astonishing grace. You inverted, hanging upside down with effortless strength, your core screaming in silent protest but holding firm. The lines of your body were sharp, defined by the interplay of muscle and shadow, a testament to the countless hours you'd poured into this private art form.

You moved from a figurehead into a pencil spin, your legs extended, a perfect straight line as you rotated. Then, with a controlled release, you dropped into a gemini, one knee hooked, your body a living sculpture suspended in the air. Sweat slicked your skin, glistening under the gym lights, but you barely noticed. Each movement was a calculated release, a silent scream of frustration and a defiant assertion of self. It was a space where you didn't have to be anything for anyone else; you were simply you, strong, fluid, and utterly in control.

John had been restlessly roaming the Tower's seemingly endless hallways, the weight of his own conflicting emotions a heavy burden. The faint, rhythmic pulse of music drew him toward the gym, a siren's call in the otherwise quiet expanse. He found himself leaning against the doorway, unnoticed, his gaze utterly transfixed by the sight of you.

The gym lights seemed to have conspired to highlight every curve and contour of your body. He watched, mesmerized, as sweat beaded on your skin, catching the light like scattered diamonds. His eyes traced the delicate line of your happy trail, the faint shadow leading up your abdomen and to your chest, where the pale, thin lines of your top surgery scars lay just beneath your pectoral muscles. He couldn't tear his gaze away, his mind cataloging every detail, every subtle shift of muscle and sinew. It was a raw, visceral display of strength and grace, a performance that transcended mere athleticism.

He found himself utterly captivated, memorizing the way your body moved with such fluid, almost supernatural motions, like that of a god descending from Olympus. A strange mix of awe and possessiveness stirred within him, a feeling he couldn't quite name, but one that resonated deep within his core.

You executed a final, challenging move, your body arching gracefully off the cool metal of the pole, legs wrapped securely around it in a striking pose. It was in that moment, suspended in the air, that your gaze snagged on John's. He was leaning against the doorway, a silent, almost predatory intensity in his eyes.

The look on his face was familiar, the same unreadable expression he wore when you were unsure if he wanted to throttle you or pull you into a kiss. But this time, a powerful, almost electric certainty washed over you. It wasn't the fury of a man about to snap; it was the raw, unadulterated yearning of a man who wished his lips were on yours, his hands tangled in your hair, your name a soft whisper on his tongue. And you knew, with an undeniable clarity that stole your breath, that he was finally, finally aware you felt the same.

You held his gaze, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. Then, slowly, cautiously, he pushed off the doorframe. He moved across the vast expanse of the gym, not with his usual bluster, but with a quiet, almost reverent tread. He settled onto the bench near your discarded towel and water bottle, his body surprisingly relaxed as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes never leaving you.

"Keep going," John's voice was a low, husky whisper, barely audible in the vast space. "I'm enjoying the view."

His words, soft as they were, resonated through the quiet gym, a direct hit to the complicated knot of emotions that had always bound you and John. The air crackled with a newfound tension, but this time, it was a charged, alluring current, not the usual explosive kind. A faint flush crept up your neck, but you didn't look away from his intense gaze.

You could have stopped. You could have walked over to him, the unspoken questions hanging heavy between you finally addressed. But something, a mix of defiance and a desire to truly show him, to lay bare this raw, powerful part of yourself, made you hold your ground.

Instead, a subtle shift in your posture, a deepening of your breath, was your only answer. You pushed off the pole, not to step away, but to begin a new sequence, one even more demanding, more expressive than before. Your movements became less about burning off frustration and more about performance, about drawing his eyes, about speaking a language only your body knew.

You inverted again, but this time, you held a 'Superman', your body extended horizontally, one hand gripping the pole, the other reaching out, almost daring him to touch. The sweat that slicked your skin now felt like a liquid embrace. You moved into an 'Allegra', your back arched, one leg bent and the other extended high, the lines of your form impossibly long and graceful. Each muscle strained, defined, catching the light as you spun slowly, deliberately.

John didn't move from the bench. His eyes remained locked on you, a silent intensity that mirrored your own. You could feel his gaze, a tangible weight on your skin, tracing every curve, every flex. The faint smile that had touched his lips when he first spoke had deepened, a lazy, almost possessive curve. He was utterly absorbed, witnessing this private, vulnerable strength that you rarely, if ever, allowed anyone to see.

The music swelled, and you met his eyes again as you transitioned into a 'Phoenix', your body twisting, seemingly defying gravity, before you slid down the pole, landing softly on your feet, chest heaving slightly, but your gaze unwavering from his. The air was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of years of unresolved tension and newly acknowledged desire.

You stood there, breathing heavily, the silence in the gym now deafening after the music faded. The only sound was the soft thud of your own heart against your ribs. John remained on the bench, his posture still relaxed, but his gaze was anything but. It was a searing, consuming stare that stripped away all the layers of pretense and animosity you'd built between you.

He pushed himself up from the bench, slowly, deliberately. Each step he took across the polished floor seemed to amplify the tension, making your skin prickle with anticipation. You watched him, unable to move, rooted to the spot by the pole. The air thrummed with unspoken words, with the raw, undeniable attraction that had been simmering just beneath the surface of your contentious relationship for so long.

He stopped just a foot or two in front of you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off him, close enough to see the slight tremor in his jaw. His eyes dropped to your chest, lingering on the subtle rise and fall of your breath, then flickered up to meet your gaze.

"That was..." he started, his voice a low rumble, rougher than before. He swallowed, visibly searching for the right words. "...incredible."

His hand, calloused and strong, slowly lifted. You watched, mesmerized, as his fingertips traced the faint line of your happy trail, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. Then his hand moved higher, his thumb brushing lightly, almost reverently, over the top surgery scars on your chest. It wasn't a tentative touch, but a confident, accepting one, a silent acknowledgment that spoke volumes.

"I..." he began again, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze locked with yours. "I don't know what I want to do more right now."

"Kiss me," you blurted out, the words a challenge wrapped in desire. You couldn't resist. "Unless Mr. Junior Varsity is too much of a baby." A smirk played on your lips, a defiant curve designed to poke and prod, to break through his careful composure.

John's eyes widened fractionally, and he actually stuttered, a guttural, choked sound like he hadn't just been tracing the lines of your body moments before. The sudden shift in his demeanor, from intense admirer to flustered soldier, was almost comical. You knew the chaos you stirred within him, the myriad of feelings he couldn't admit to himself, let alone to you. He was caught between his rigid self-image and the undeniable pull you exerted.

You took a step closer, your bare foot sliding silently on the cool floor. His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips, a silent battle waging behind his irises. "What—what are you—" he managed, his voice still rough.

You didn't let him finish. Your smirk deepened, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What, the great John Walker can't handle a little directness?" Your voice was a low purr, laced with playful taunt. You reached up, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw, then trailing down his neck, deliberately lingering near the pulse point at his throat. You could feel the slight jump there, a testament to the effect you had on him.

"You like the view, huh?" you murmured, your gaze dropping to his lips, then back up to meet his eyes, challenging him. "Want a closer one?"

Before he could formulate another stammering response, before his internal monologue could catch up, you acted. With a swift, decisive motion, your hand shot out, curling around the collar of his shirt. With a forceful tug, you pulled him down, closing the remaining distance between you. His lips, still slightly parted in surprise, met yours in a fierce, urgent clash. The kiss was immediate, messy, and charged with every unresolved feeling that had festered between you for so long. It was the taste of grudges and longing, of unspoken desire and undeniable attraction, finally unleashed.

The kiss was a maelstrom of pent-up aggression and searing desire, a desperate release of everything you'd held back. John's initial surprise quickly melted into an equally fervent response. His hands, which had been hovering uncertainly, finally found their purchase, one gripping your hip, pulling you flush against him, while the other tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the angle.

Your fingers, still fisted in his shirt collar, tightened, pulling him closer still, as if you could fuse yourselves together. There was nothing gentle about it – it was raw, hungry, tasting of the lingering bitterness from the mission, the sharp edge of his earlier comments, and the overwhelming sweetness of finally, finally crossing a line that had stretched taut between you for so long. His lips were firm, demanding, and you met their intensity with equal force, a guttural hum escaping your throat as his tongue swept into your mouth, claiming it.

The pole, your silent audience, stood witness to the collapse of all your careful defenses. The earlier tension in your muscles, born of anger and performance, now shifted into a trembling anticipation, a yearning for more. You could feel the hard planes of his chest against yours, the rapid beat of his heart mirroring your own. It was a dizzying, all-consuming moment, where the world outside the gym, the team, even your conflicting roles, ceased to exist. There was only John, and you, and the explosive, long-overdue collision of your worlds.

You were the one to pull away, though it felt like tearing yourself from a current. Your lips lingered near his for a charged moment, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath, to taste the lingering sweetness of the kiss. His eyes, still half-closed in surprise and a dawning realization, were heavy-lidded and dark.

A playful, almost triumphant smirk tugged at your lips. "Next time," you murmured, your voice a husky whisper that barely reached his ears, "if you want to kiss me, you're gonna have to man up and ask."

Before he could even process the words, before the surprise in his eyes could fully shift into a reaction, you delivered a light, almost dismissive pat to his cheek. It was a calculated move, a final jab designed to disrupt the intense intimacy you'd just shared. Then, with a firm push against his chest, you broke the last physical connection.

John stumbled back a step, thrown off balance by your abruptness. His mouth opened, as if to speak, but no words came out. You didn't wait. Spinning on your bare heels, you swiftly grabbed your towel and water bottle from the bench. Without a backward glance, your bare feet padding silently on the cool floor, you walked out of the gym doors, leaving John standing alone in the quiet, brightly lit space, the ghost of your kiss still lingering on his lips and the echo of your words hanging in the air.

#john walker #john walker x ftm reader #john walker x male reader #thunderbolts john walker #john walker thunderbolts #thunderbolts us agent #marvel x ftm reader #marvel #x ftm reader #mlm #fanfic #fanfiction #x male reader #xmalereader #requested #wyatt russell #xftmreader

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cherryribbcns · 8 hours ago

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♪ ༘⋆ ❝ pretty little baby, i'm so in love with you ! ❞

𐙚 ⠀leo valdez x reader

it was only natural that you and leo started dating.

you were the only single people on the argo, so it didn’t take either of you very long to start to levitate towards each other. you began spending your afternoons goofing off with him, or keeping him company in the engine room━you were bewitched, body and soul by the brunet.

somehow this strange friendship morphed into the start of a relationship, and the journey was even stranger━the two of you were constantly caught between friends and whatever was the opposite of friends. you'd been teetering on that ledge for a while before the two of you were shoved over onto new territory.

this was new.

so now here you are, sitting criss-cross apple sauce on his bed. he didn't spend much time in his cabin, most of his time was lost to the engine room; he even slept there because the constant humming of the machinery served to help him sleep peacefully, or at least as peacefully as sleep came to demigods.

leo clutched your hands in his, tracing the scars on your skin along with a million other mindless shapes and words. the conversation was mostly one-sided; you were content to sit here and listen to leo ramble all day. all week. until forever fell apart.

he was complimenting you now, and though you heard the same words every morning and every night, you still loved it all the same, and butterflies still rose up to your throat every damn time.

"you're really pretty," he said, drawing a heart on your fingertips for each syllable. his lips tilted into that familiar, crooked grin.

"you're even prettier," you replied back, lips moving up into a grin to match his.

"like hell i am!"

"no, really. have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"i try not to."

you scoffed, flicking his forehead. "stop that."

leo let go of your hand to press his hands to his forehead all too dramatically, face scrunched up in faux pain. "that hurts, cariño!"

you rolled your eyes. "you're so gorgeous, i could just eat you up." you took his face in your hands, palms curving around the fullness of his cheeks.

you smiled triumphantly as leo's cheeks flushed a lovely strawberry shade that crept to his hairline. with his face now merely inches from yours, you could properly look at his features━his bambi brown eyes that crinkled at the edges, his bushy, full eyebrows, and though it was hard to decide what you liked best about him, his freckles were way up there.

"you have freckles."

"yeah, i do. is that a bad thing or a good thing?" usually, leo’d was self-conscious about his freckles, but you were so blatantly examining them, like they were something to admire.

"definitely a good thing."

leo hadn’t ever thought of his freckles as ‘beautiful’ before. But coming from you, he was starting to re-think all that. they were a part of him, after all.

you pressed your fingerpads to the apples of leo's cherub-like cheeks. "and you have baby cheeks."

it was getting increasingly difficult for leo to keep composure with how softly and gently you were touching him. every new comment you made added fuel to the fire burning under leo's skin.

“yeah, i’ve been told i have a baby face before.”

you leaned down and pecked his cheek. just once, just a brush of your lips against the warmth of his skin. but it held the promise of more.

"i love you," you repeated over and over again, as that one kiss soon turned into a onslaught of kisses across his face. some were rough and some were gentle. you kissed the bridge of his nose, the space between his brows, his chin and the tips of his ears.

he giggled and squealed, holding onto your wrists and gasping like a fish out of water. but he didn't want this to stop, not really. he adored every kiss you showered upon his poor, humble self. even the ones in the morning where your raccoon breaths mingled and he had to wrench away from you.

he loved all of this━the sweet gestures and the passionate words and how you made him feel loved. like how the sky was blue, and the grass was green, leo was loved.

at least he was, as long as you were here.

talk talk ✶ LEO THE LOML, THE REASON I'M STILL STANDING, OH HOW I LOVE YOU! also this is what i envisioned while writing reader holding leo's face in their hands,, i will never be normal about him or anything for that matter,, i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.

#𐙚 lucia writes #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez fluff #leo valdez #the heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo hoo toa

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dodger432101 · 2 days ago

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Can you write a short fic of lux and female reader where female reader wears a flavored lip balm of the day (cotton candy) and she and Lux make out and he tries to guess the flavor. I think it could be cute. Thank you!

With the colder weather over the past few weeks, your lips are getting annoyingly dry. To combat this you've bought some flavoured lip balm. Lux is, of course, immediately intrigued by this new product you bring home, asking all the questions he could about it. And then, came one you were secretly hoping for. “What flavour is it?”

“Why don't you come over here and find out?”

You were applying some to your lips as your God strolls over, very obviously trying to take a peek at the label on the little cylinder. You close your hand around it with a smirk, hiding it from his beady golden eyes. “How am I gonna find out if you don't-... Oh, angel, you pretty minx.” A smirk to match yours forms on his little blue face as he realises what you're wanting from him. He follows you as you walk over to the couch, hopping up into your lap once you've sat down. “Y’know sunshine, you can always just ask for a kiss. Don't have to make a game out of it.” Lux winks at you as his arms wrap around your neck.

“But where's the fun in that, Imperator?” You pull him closer by his chin, revelling in the shiver that goes down his spine at your use of his surname before you lean in and kiss him. He hums at the flavour on his tongue, swiping it against your bottom lip before pulling back.

His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, wracking his brain for what it could be. “Uhh.. pancakes?” You snort out a chuckle.

“I wish they had a pancake flavour, but no. Wanna try again?” You tap your lips with a smile, watching him nod with a determined expression before kissing you again. He keeps his lips on yours for longer this time, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before he leans back again.

“It's sweet.. uhm, chocolate?- No, no, sweet popcorn!” Lux frowns in slight annoyance when you shake your head, antennae drooping. “Do I even know the flavour, angel?”

“Of course! I'm not that mean, love. Come on, one more go?”

“Fiiine, you owe me a treat if I guess it.” With that wager made, your lips connect once more. He's really kissing you this time, tongue lapping all over your lips and mouth as he puts in all the effort he can to figure out what your lip balm tastes like. You see a flash of light behind your closed eyes as he pulls away. There's a light bulb over his head. “Oh, oh! Cotton candy! Is it cotton candy?” He bounces on your lap in excitement when you nod your head, arms up in the air as he celebrates.

“Well done Lux. What treat you were thinking of for your victory, hm?” He pretends to think about it, a finger on his chin and one eyebrow raised -the corresponding antenna also up- as he looks off to the side.

Just off the look in his eyes when they return to you, you know what he wants. He pushes you down so your back is against the back of the couch, hands by your head as he grins down at you. “Come ‘ere, gorgeous.” One of your hands goes up to cup the back of his head as you're brought into another kiss, the other at his hip, making him hum against your lips. And that's where you spend most of the day, pressed up against your God while he makes his love for you well known. Like you weren't already aware.

#lux imperator #mr ring a ding #doctor who #lux imperator x reader

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classyrbf · 7 months ago

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dad bod!toji who’s still the big, muscular man he is but you can tell he’s gotten older and his metabolism has slowed down a little bit. He’s gotten chubbier in his arms, thighs, tummy. Not to mention, he’s started to gray and grow stubble on his face, the perfect salt and pepper mix. Toji says he hates it, always moaning and groaning about needing to hit the gym but you…? You fucking love it. It takes everything in you not to ravish his right then and there, wanting to pounce on him every second of the day. You’re always kissing up on him, grabbing on him, dragging him to the laundry room while the kids watching tv so you could have a quickie. And he’s so confused on where all this extra energy and affection has sprouted from, but he loves it. You’re always so eager for him, fucking your self on his cock, him waking up to you kissing his neck and stroking his dick, dropping to your knees and giving him head without his asking. He wonders what he’s done to deserve all of it.

He’s standing in the mirror one late night with his shirt off, examining just how chubby he’s gotten. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little insecure, thinking how gorgeous you are and how you shouldn’t settle for him. “I’m losing myself,” he grumbles. “What’s going on, baby?” You walk in the room, a smile immediately on your face when you see his shirt is off, definitely a sight to see. “I need to head to the gym is what’s going on.” He flexes his muscles in the mirror. You giggle and walk up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist. “I think you look so handsome with a little weight on you,” you whisper in his ear. “Does something to me.” You nibble on his ear before trailing kisses along his jaw, and that’s when Toji realizes why you’ve been so affectionate with him, like a lightbulb going off in his head.

Just mere minutes later, you’re riding him like your life depends on it, slamming your hips down on his, creating a sticky mess between you two. “S-shit,” he pants, “slow down, mama—fuck!” His bruising grips on your hips only tighten the faster you ride him. Your pussy sucks him in with each thrust, clenching around his throbbing cock. “I can’t…you get so me so hot and bothered, baby.” You grin, running your hands down his chest.

He swears he could cum right then and there, with the way you were riding him and that look in your eye, he was ready to give you another kid. And now you were kissing his neck, moaning and whimpering in his ear. “You’re so perfect, Toji,” you mewl. “Fuck me.” His eyes roll back before fluttering shut. “Keep going, yes, yes, just like that, mama. You’re gonna make me fucking cum,” he groans. You keep that same rhythm, squeezing your pussy around him, milking him. He suddenly wraps his arms around you, holding you in place as he thrusts up into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “Ah, fuck!” You cry out, your cum dripping down his shaft. His thrusts grow sloppier and harder and next thing you know he’s filling you up, pushing his cum deeper inside of you with slow thrusts. Laughter erupts from your chest as you catch your breath, kissing him slowly and passionately.

“Mmm, goddamn,” he huffs, pulling you to his chest. “Now I finally know why you’re so goddamn horny all the time,” he chuckles. You blink up at him with a small smirk. “Can you blame me?” You trace patterns on his skin. He can see the look in your eye, that hungry stare you’re giving him, wanting more. “What are you thinking about, hm?” He caresses your cheek. “Oh nothing…just how badly I wanna give you some head right now, but I’ll wait.”

#—☆classyrbf #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x reader smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader smut #jjk x reader smut #toji drabble #jjk drabble #toji fushiguro #jjk toji

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gojosconsort · 2 months ago

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hi hi!! i loved ur older bf toji and kento headcanons so much would you possibly write for older bf!satoru? <3 I NEED HIM SOOO BAD

OLDER BF!SATORU ♡ // HEADCANONS

⁀➷ CONTENT. you're satoru’s controversial younger girlfirend.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x older bf!satoru

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. age gap, size difference, creampie, oral sex (f and m), hair-pulling, spanking, blindfolding, orgasm denial, mirror sex, double penetration (with toy), vid recording, degradation, praise, tummy bulge, threesome (m/m/f), added some links for funsies

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s a little greyer now but still has so much stamina—wakes up lazy some mornings, tugging you back into bed, “c’mere, pretty.” wraps you in those long arms, nuzzling your neck ‘til you’re both tangled and giggling, then fucks you slow and sweet under the covers.

OLDER BF!SATORU who sets up his phone to record you two, then watches it later while you suck him off. “look at us, babe—fuckin’ porn stars,” he says, zooming in on your wrecked face, then cums down your throat while the video loops.

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves teaching you things—sits you on his lap, hands guiding yours while he shows you some random thing, “see, babe? easy when you’ve got the best teacher.” ends up distracted, kissing your neck, “fuck the lesson—want you instead,” and you’re already riding him right there.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s too damn big every time—slides in slow, smirking, “relax, princess, you’ll take it—always do.” and loves watching your face twist as he fills you, pressing on that tummy bulge, “feel me up here? fuck, you’re tiny—gonna break you one day.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s obsessed with double penetration using toys—loves sliding his thick cock into your pussy, then grabbing a dildo to stretch you even more, smirking, “feel that, babe? fuckin’ stuffed to the brim for me.” keeps going ‘til you’re screaming, juices dripping down his hands, “yeah, that’s it—take it all, princess, gonna ruin this tight little cunt.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves marking you up—bites your neck, your tits, your thighs ‘til they’re covered in purple welts, grinning, “my little canvas, huh?” flips you over, spanks you raw, then licks the bruises, muttering, “fuckin’ gorgeous all messed up for me.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s got that older guy patience—takes his time with you, sprawled on the couch after a long day, letting you ride him at your pace. “go on, princess—take what you need,” he murmurs, hands on your hips, eyes soft, “fuck, you feel good—always worth the wait.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s sometimes away for work for some days, leaving you missing him in that big, empty penthouse. he shows up unannounced, grinning like an idiot, holding a massive bouquet of roses he probably overpaid for, “miss me, princess? got these ‘cause you’re too pretty to be sad.” doesn’t wait for an answer—drops the flowers on the counter, scoops you up, and carries you to the bedroom, “been gone too long—gonna make it up to you, yeah?” and kisses you silly.

OLDER BF!SATORU who wakes up, pulls you flush against his chest, and slides in deep from behind, murmuring, “not leaving this bed, princess—you’re mine today.” keeps you there, fucking you lazy and long, “gonna fill you up ‘til you’re dripping me—nobody else gets that.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who still gets a kick out of spoiling you—comes home with some dumb, expensive gift, saying, “for my favorite girl.” later, he’s got you on the bed, peeling off your clothes, “gonna treat you even better now,” kissing down your body ‘til you’re melting.

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves orgasm denial—edges you for hours with his fingers, tongue, and cock, smirking, “not yet, princess—beg me first.” and keeps you right on the brink ‘til you’re crying, then finally lets you cum so hard you black out, “fuck, you’re so loud when you cum.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves to blindfold you. “no peeking, princess—gonna fuck you ‘til you’re guessing where o’m at.” teases you with featherlight touches, then slams into you out of nowhere, loving how you gasp and claw at him, totally lost.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s tall as fuck and loves how you look tiny next to him—loves picking you up with one arm just to toss you on the bed. “c’mon, princess, climb this dick—let’s see if you can handle me.” then fucks you deep, grinning at the bulge in your tummy, “shit, look at that—way too big for you, huh?”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves fucking you in front of a mirror, bends you over in front of it, and yanks your hair back. “look at yourself, pretty—watch who’s fuckin’ you good,” pounding you from behind ‘til the glass shakes and you’re staring at your own sloppy, cum-streaked reflection.

OLDER BF!SATORU who brags about you to everyone—leans back at some meeting, saying, “yeah, my girl’s half my age and twice as fun—jealous yet?” comes home later, scoops you up, and murmurs, “missed you, babe—let’s make up for lost time,” fucking you gentle but hard on the living room floor, because he missed you really so much, hates to be away from you.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s obsessed with eating you out—spreads you wide on the kitchen counter, sunglasses pushed up, and dives in like it’s his last meal. “fuckin’ sweet, princess,” tongue flicking fast and sloppy, “gonna cum again? good girl.” then keeps going ‘til you’re shaking and he’s licking his lips clean.

OLDER BF!SATORU who doesn’t give a shit about the age gap—when someone side-eyes you two, he just laughs, “what, jealous i’m railing someone half my age?” later, he’s got you bent over the sink, growling, “scream my name, pretty—let ‘em know who’s fuckin’ you this good.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who teases you about watching someone else fuck you, but he’d never share. or would he? “only one i’d ever let touch you is suguru—nobody else deserves this pussy.” you agree, half-joking, and next thing you know, he’s got suguru on the phone.

OLDER BF!SATORU & SUGURU who double-team you without mercy—satoru’s got his cock down your throat, gagging you ‘til tears stream, while suguru’s behind, gripping your hips, slamming into your pussy raw. “look at her—fuckin’ drooling for it,” satoru says, pulling your hair, while suguru growls, “she’s clenching so damn hard—gonna milk us both.”

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laceyfaeryy · 1 month ago

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MDNI 18+

soft lover boy simon riley who is absolutely obsessed with his little bimbo birdie.

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ “big scary boyfriend simon riley” “guard dog simon riley” what about utterly pathetic soft lover boy simon riley who literally walks around with the biggest puppy eyes for you??

cw: age gap (legal), fluff, simon is a complete softie, oral (f) receiving, simon cums in his pants, inspired by @cinnamongrl2006

simon riley who listened just intently to your questions even if they were a little silly, not caring that he had to re explain everything ten times.

“so like, what does this do?” your perfectly manicured nails disgusting with the small knife that you found in his military bag. “use that for my missions, extra protection,” his strong arms wrapped around you as you stared at the knife like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“but like, why use knives when you have a gun?”

“sometimes i get disarmed, so i need to be prepared.”

you stared blankly, blinking at him before your gaze drifted down. “but you have two arms, so you haven’t been disarmed?” your question genuine as a low chuckle escaped his lips.

“yes luvie, i do have two arms.”

simon who will be at your feet the moment you asked for him.

“si?” your voice soft as you looked around your shared apartment, simon’s footsteps immediately picking up after hearing your voice. “what’s wrong luvie?” his tone soft before gently drifting down to your feet, where you were struggling to put on your heels. “help me?” your big doe eyes staring at him, soft smile cracking through his rugged face. without a response he lifted your foot up, gently placing your heel, making sure it was fit snuggly in. his large hand gently rubbed against your ankle, planting a kiss at your knee.

and of course he carried you in his arms after the function, your drunken giggles filling up the empty streets whilst he grinned like an idiot.

simon riley who indulged in your nightly routines, allowing you to put a face mask and a your pink fluffy head ban on with a bow.

“need to make sure you age well si, don’t want you to be all wrinkly when i’m still going to be hot and young,” you teased as you gently applied the sheet face mask on him.

simon was never one to indulge in skincare, he would often just splash water on his face and call it a day. the moment you found out you made him his own personal skincare routine, the products comically small in his hands as you explained them.

“this one helps with fine lines and wrinkles,” you rambled as you held a small shiny bottle, they all looked the same to him but he listened regardless. “you think i have wrinkles?”

simon riley who would have his whole entire camera roll dedicated to you.

“yer fuckin’ obsessed with that girl,” his captain teased as simon’s phone lit up from your spam of texts, his wallpaper a photo of you with the biggest and cheesiest grin.

“jus’ say you’re jealous cap,” simon grunted as he immediately grabbed his phone, his thick fingers moving along swiftly to respond. it was no secret in the base that simon was utterly smitten with you, responding to your calls and texts even in the most inconvenient times.

not to mention the amount of times he had to upgrade his phone simply because he had no storage left, and he couldn’t bring himself to delete the photos of you.

the distance between the two of you didn’t waved his commitment, even if he was in the base and you were back at home he would carry a little bit of you. it first started off as a small pink keychain that dangled from his vest, then a necklace with your into. he even wore a custom balaclava mask that you bought, with a pink skull instead of a black one. despite the relentless teasing from his captain and everyone else at the base he didn’t care.

simon treated having sex with you as a sacred ritual, worshipping every inch of your body as if he didn’t deserve to see you in your most vulnerable state.

“fuckin’ gorgeous luvie,” his voice soft and tended as he peppered your body with kisses, his scarred hamada soft and gentle unlike the usual violence they were used to.

he didnt care about his own pleasure, solely focusing on you, because if you felt good, so did he.

he loved worshipping you on his knees, his tongue lapping around your creamy pussy as his eyes almost rolled back from the smell of your arousal. “taste so fuckin’ good luvie, like a five star meal.” simon took his sweet time, making sure every part of your body received attention and love. his large hands gently rubbing your inner thighs to smooth your trembles as you came over and over again.

oh, and he would cum in his pants just from eating you out. his hips would shake involuntarily before spurting all over his boxers.

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madamechrissy · 2 months ago

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Apparition! Toji

Pairings - Ghost! Toji x F! reader

Warnings- MDNI- lowkey a little somnophilia, Toji being a perv and watching you when you can't see him, jealous Toji, masturbation (m and f) fingering, oral (f receiving) him just being a whole fucking menace tbh lol, explicit sex, even Ghost Toji calls you doll, say hi to Gojo, some stuff in my brain that needed to come out lmao

Apparition! Toji who hates his existence until one day, trapped in this godforsaken old home, he sees that a gorgeous girl has moved in. Not just that, but you just happen to walk around naked half the fucking time or close to it, and that's when the after life gets a little more interesting, as he realizes - his cock gets hard still!?

Apparition! Toji loved fucking when he was alive, before he well... died... and it left him here for some reason, his old home. Vacant and boring, he couldn't leave the premises, aside from just around the yard, cursing and cussing his fate. But god you were something to watch, as you bounce around in just panties and your bra, singing poorly in the mirror- and that's when Ghost Toji realizes... he still leaks pre cum?

Apparition! Toji tests this, as he sits in the corner watching you in the room, slipping down the slutty grey sweats he died in, yep what you die in you're stuck in. His thick cock slaps his stomach, coating his black gym shirt in sticky precum coating it, and he can't stop the lewd moan that escapes his lips, staring at your ass. He strokes it up and down slowly, base to the tip, you pause your dance, as he tilts his head, looking at you - but then, you turn around.

Apparition! Toji pauses his movements, as you come close, far too close, murmuring to yourself - 'did I just hear a moan?' and he wonders- fuck, could you see him, stroking his cock while watching you, knowing you don't know? The thrill makes him realize his heart still beats, no it races, when you're so close he can feel you, before you turn your gaze to the window, it's storming again, Toji feels so much stronger when it does, he can't explain it. He continues stroking his cock as he looks at you, wishing he could fuck your pretty face, your cunt he's sure is as perfect as you.

Apparition! Toji grows to love watching you, especially since he can cum right with you, and he frequently does - you love to play with your pussy. 'Slutty brat, all f'me huh?' he whispers, and he swears you whine out a 'yes' at the perfect fucking time. But you tend to do it under those blankets, eyes shut in concentration, Toji wishes so badly he can touch you, but when he tries, it's like he can't actually feel you. However, one night, everything changes, as he's sitting there watching you once more.

Apparition! Toji strokes his cock a little slower, breath catching as he watches you rub your pussy then, moaning out loud. 'Fuck doll, take off the blankets' as if you hear him, you kick them off, slipping down your panties and giving him a hell of a view of your pretty pussy. He's spitting on his cock now, watching ass you sink two little fingers in your cunt, gasping and arching your hips off the bed, whining out. 'Mmh!'

Apparition! Toji sees you need some help, but he's sure he can't touch anything, he's tried many fucking times, only being able to alter some electric signals. But he's standing now, a big hand brushing your bare thigh, when he males contact. You're lost in pleasure, your eyes shut as he hovers over you, whispering in your ear. 'Fuck I'd love to fill your pretty cunt up' but you just feel the wind tickling your ear, opening your lips in a gasp as you cum. You're pulsing around your fingers, whining out while Toji busts all over his own hand, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

Apparition! Toji gets more energy, he gets more powerful, he thinks you can feel him at times, when you get a brush on your neck, on your breasts, when he grabs at that ass. He delights in driving you so insane, delights in watching you sleep, murmuring about ghosts. One night in your sleep, you're tossing and turning. You've gone and kicked off the blankets fully, thighs spread, and he can't stop himself from at least licking you off your inner thigh. When he does just that, licking a trail up to your panties, which are getting dark from your pooling arousal, he moans at your taste. You wake up then, see this dark haired man between your thighs, and scream.

Apparition! Toji covers your mouth with his big hand and somehow it works, you're panting as he disappears, you can't see him any more, but you feel him still, oh fuck you feel him. You watch in a mix of horror and desire as seemingly nothing is pulling your panties off, down your thighs, and you panic then. 'I'm losing my fucking mind I... ah!' You scream out when you feel it. A phantom tongue up your slit, your hands go to grab at something, but it's nothing but cold, unlike the hot wet tastebuds flicking your clit, you swear you feel teeth grinning against you. 'Oh god... fuck it, don't stop!'

Apparition! Toji smirks against your cunt, who knew the afterlife would be this fun? You're literally touching inside of his goddamn head, which only makes him leak against his sweats - luckily, the perk of being a ghost was they miraculously are clean soon after - and he's dying to bury himself inside you. You're losing your mind, surely, in some fucking dream, as the best oral of your life is from some... 'ghost!?' he chuckles, breath hot, you watch as your thighs are squished, fingerprints forming in bruises, gasping now. 'What the... ah!' you can't focus when the ghost or whatever this is laps at your cunt like a starved man, however.

Apparition! Toji has you cumming all over his face, sucking on your little clit and humming, and fuck if he can't still taste, because your sweetness sinks into his ghostly form. He presses a kiss, letting your thighs go and looking up at a girl who can't see him, as the thunder claps outside, the rain starting to pour, and you're gathering your sanity, while your cunt oozes out more wetness. If you told anyone this, you'd go straight to a padded room, so you try to shut your eyes, hoping it's a dream - despite you never wanting to wake from it, when the blanket is slid up your body with care, and you feel someone brush your hair off your forehead.

Apparition! Toji is too terrified after that night, what he felt was more than getting off to a pretty girl. He dreams of shit he can't have with you- can he still feel things!? And he knows it would be unfair to you, he's fucking dead after all, so he avoids you, completely, and for weeks you try to summon him back, hoping to tempt this ghost, to no avail. Finally going out one night with your friends, you stumble in the house as Toji waits, he loves to see you every single day, even if he's making his presence unknown, only for you to drag some fucking white haired man inside. Toji glares as he kisses on you, lifts you up, your thighs straddling his hips, your giggles echoing as you show him where your room is.

Apparition! Toji stomps behind you all, as you press the man down on the bed, long and lanky, and you're straddling him. His hands clench into fists when you start to undress him, ass arched in the air in a mini skirt, kissing down the pale man's body, as he whines out, and you're unbuckling him. His hands entangle in your hair, and Toji can't take it anymore, he shoves up your mini dress, finding your slutty soaked panties, and pulls them to the side, shoving two fingers inside you so deep you cry out at it. Head falling back, the man looks at you curiously with bright blue eyes. 'I'm not even touching you yet, how are you...' you shut your eyes, smiling, as Toji curls his fingers, smacking the fuck out of your ass now, stinging so good.

Apparition! Toji feels your gummy walls grip his fingers, and you have the audacity to say - 'I just get really into things' - you little fucking brat. He shoves his fingers even deeper when you're yanking down the man's pants, pressing kisses down his toned abdomen, but Toji does not let you get that far. 'you're so hot' the man's murmuring, when Toji yanks your ass off the bed. 'Oh! Are you okay?' The man sits up, frowning with worry, and your psycho ass laughs, pissing Toji off even more, when he yanks on your hair, but of course no one can see, only you know, he's still here. 'Just a moment, Gojo, okay?' he nods then, and you rush to the bathroom, smiling in the mirror, when he appears right behind you.

Apparition! Toji wraps his arms around you now, and you get a good look at his strong body, at a face you keep seeing in dreams, but it's in a deep fucking scowl now. 'The fuck you think you're doing?' when you hear him though, your surprise grips you, shaking as your eyes meet his in the mirror, but when you turn around, he's not even there, only in the reflection. 'You don't come see me anymore...' he sighs now, shaking his head, before lifting you in the fucking air like it's nothing, as you dangle off the ground. 'I was trying to be considerate, shit, but I see you wanna get fucked, don't you?'

Apparition! Toji chokes your pretty little throat as he sinks his fingers into your mouth, and you taste him for the first time, sweet and cool on your tongue. You manage a weak nod, when he's sunk his thick cock inside of you, holding you ascended while he fucks into your much smaller body, you're screaming out, likely scaring the shit out of poor Gojo, while he pumps in and out, you hear the squelching wetness of your cunt as you stare at his handsome features, and you're shuddering, pouring arousal all down his length. 'S-so big!' you're whining out, as he feels you, so tight, flipping you then so you can't see him and sitting you on the counter, sinking back into your perfect cunt.

Apparition! Toji mutters in your ear now - 'you're mine, doll, can't have you sucking some fucking man, can I?' - and you can still hear him, while he's pounding your cunt, but you can't see him, you just feel him, nodding desperately. 'threesome?' you tease, smirking, and he chokes that throat, pounding your cunt mercilessly, oxygen being sucked away while your ghostly lover wrecks your inner walls. 'That's enough, doll, fuck you s'good you forget anything' Toji finds out then, that when he busts inside you, you can see him - for just a moment, your eyes locking feels surreal, as he moans out, kissing your lips for the first time.

Apparition! Toji leaves your cunt leaking his cum, disappearing suddenly, and you curse, as Gojo knocks on your bathroom door - 'are you all right!?' - shit, shit, shit. You're looking around glaring - 'where did you go, what's your name!?' - your whispers are just met with Toji chuckling like the ass of a man he is. He thinks next time he'll tell you his name, but he needs to make sure you send this man home first, so he has you all to himself.

This was from a dream in my nap I took today aha, I know this is random as fuckk hehe if you want more of him lmkk <3

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qardenofeden · 2 months ago

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contrary to popular belief, osamu miya is not any better than his twin brother, especially when he’s with you.

this must be your fourth date this month, and it’s barely even two weeks in. so, in order to save money, osamu proposes a little life hack. a cheat code, if you will.

“baby, i got this ring at a pawn shop,” he takes a small, rusty ring from his pocket and presents it to you as he continues, “i’ll pretend i’m proposin’ to ya and all ya gotta say is yes, okay? free dinner, easy peasy.”

you sigh, holding back your laughter as you pinch your temple. “‘samu, that’s unethical.”

“whaaaat? no way, come on, baby. we’ll get to go on dates more often if we do this,” he says, and you know you shouldn’t say yes. you should be the angel in this scenario, guiding him towards the right path. the path of the just and the good.

...but then again, why would osamu date you if you weren’t at least a tiny bit similar in terms of thinking?

“fine.”

“hells yeah!” he celebrates, looking around and waiting for one of the staff members to enter your vicinity. luckily, it doesn’t take long until a blonde girl walks to the table next to yours and starts cleaning up the leftover dishes the previous party has left behind.

osamu looks at you, grinning before he gets off the chair and gets on his knee. you cup your mouth with both your hands, seemingly in shock; though in reality, you’re doing it to prevent yourself from laughing like a madman.

“my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend. i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”

and the restaurants’ guests just eat. it. up. the crowd cheers, much like how they do in his games, and they chant “yes, yes, yes!”

“yes!” you burst out in laughter, jolting out of your seat and hugging him. he lifts you up slightly before putting you back to the ground and kissing you, lips soft and at your mercy.

osamu puts a ring on your finger as the crowd yells and howls, and later that night, the manager approaches the two of you and tells you not to worry about the bill.

atsumu’s been rubbing off on your boyfriend too much.

and so this becomes a ritual, though you’re both careful not to overuse it. you reserve it for anniversaries and small celebrations, like his team winning a big tournament or you getting a high score from a grumpy professor.

and though it doesn’t always work, you guys at least get a little dessert on the house.

until one day, when you’re a high end, fancy restaurant. you’re wearing a silk, red dress with so much jewelry, you’re practically shining. the chandelier lights reflect off of his rolex watch, and you both have just finished eating.

“this place is really good, osamu. we should come here more often.” you take a sip of the wine, drinking in delight.

“yeah... hey babe, what’s that?” he points behind you and you turn immediately in curiosity.

“...huh? ‘samu, i don’t see anything,” you turn back around to face him, but lo and behold, osamu miya is down on one knee.

your eyes look around in shock, clearly taken aback. “wha— babe, we didn’t plan this?!”

“i know,” he chuckles, pulling out a ring similar to the one he bought at the pawn shop, except brighter, cleaner. with more diamonds than you could ever even imagine. “my love, i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”

sure is a good thing osamu’s got practice.

@deardoelle mwah

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screampied · 11 months ago

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ʚ BUBBLE, POP, ELECTRIC ?! ɞ

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. it’s your birthday and your sugar daddy takes you on a spree to the mall. perhaps buying a new set of panties with his initials engraved on it to tease him wasn’t the brightest idea. get in loser, you’re going shopping.

wc. 5.5k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), unprotected, semi-public risky themes, dry humping, implied multiple rounds, lots of praise, squırting, fıngering, dumbification, ōral (f! receiving), dirty talk, brēeding, petnames.

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“a- anything?”

“anything, darlin,” satoru hums with a teasing smile, burying both hands into his pockets. your face lit up as he happily slides his black card into your palm. it had a glinting shine to it, your eyes gape at the sixteen digit code plastered on the front with his full name in bold, ‘satoru gojo.’ the both of you stood near the center of a busy, packed mall. it was an ordinary hot friday, and since it was also your birthday, he decided why not let you pick your special gift. the older man leans down, planting a kiss against your forehead. “go crazy, yeah? ‘s your day, gorgeous. the pricier, the better. buy something that’ll be easy ‘ta tear off. oh, i mean uh— buy something pretty, heh.”

you felt a wave of heat burn over you. you could never, never get enough his praises. satoru’s eyes remain on you as you clutch on one of the many purses he bought you. “toru, you don’t have to.”

“shh, you’re my baby,” he reassures you, pulling you close. you lean into his embrace, feeling the palm of his hand caress circles against your back. he feels the thin straps of your top glue against your skin. his cologne, it was forevermore intoxicating. in a husky low tone, satoru whispers. “i wanna spoil you extra hard today,” and you gasp, feeling him nuzzle into your neck. “what do ya say, sweets? i heard victoria’s secret has a few new deals goin’ on right now, heh.”

you spent the next good hour shopping, going to any store that just so happened to pique your fancy. you told gojo that you’d save victoria’s secret for last, and he nodded.

of course, he tagged along with you. like the gentleman he was, he carried your weighty bags for you like they were nothing.

“gonna run me for my money, huh sweets?” he snickers, an arm slinging around your shoulder as you stood beside him on the escalator. as it slowly took you both upstairs—you let off a tiny exhale. you were preparing to go toward the second floor of the mall.

with a coy smile, you brush a thumb against the edges of your skirt. “o- oh, sorry ‘toru,” and you knew he was teasing, he’d buy you the world if he could. he was stood so close next to you that you could almost always get a good whiff of his loud scent. “didn’t mean to get so much stuff.”

“sweetheart, i’m joking you know that,” he hums, stepping back to let you get off the moving escalator first. it was so packed, dozens of people walking around each part of the centre. it was full of chatter and laughter. a whirring breeze sets against your skin as he steps beside you, leaning down to plant a kiss near your forehead. “tired out yet? or do ya have more pretty stuff ‘ta buy?”

speaking of pretty, satoru gojo was the prettiest.

he stood out in the mall—he was an elite businessman but people were smart enough to not disturb him while he’s spending time with you.

so classy, he was always wearing the finest richest suits, preferably black or white ones. long, stretched out slacks to show off his legs and his hair. gojo’s hair was always neatly done, as he aged he usually settled with a parted style, a visible undercut to run his fingers through to pass time.

thin white bangs would run down his eyes a few times—occluding his vision. gojo would often find himself digging his hands into his pockets as he happily watches you drain his wallet.

“we can go get some lingerie now,” you murmur out, hearing some random pop song blare through the mall’s speakers.

“we? aw, am i gettin’ dolled up too?”

he peers at you as your expression twists to abashed embarrassment. gojo chuckles, a soft thumb brushing against your cheek lovingly. “you’re so cute, i’m teasing. let’s go then, lead the way princess.”

you ended up getting at least three new sets, including the brand new panties gojo’s been rambling to you about nonstop.

he told you how he’s recently got a partnership with the store.

a million dollar partnership at that — his new ‘satoru gojo’ limited edition panties were finally launched, and at first the idea of his name on underwear made him grouse. thanks to gojo’s hefty contribution to the company, they’ve gained a lot of new customers over the past summer. but, the moment you pick them out with a cute curious smile, he only cared about how you’d like them. so far, he’s heard from the reviews of buyers that it was quite soft, cottony and synthetic.

waterproof also, and gojo being gojo brought that specific fact up to you about a dozen times.

“can i open my eyes now, darlin'?” a low, husky yet playful voice calls out. gojo sat manspread in the dressing room, awaiting for you to show the final results of the product. “mhh, ‘s kinda dangerous to jus’ let my imagination roam, you know.”

“hold on, satoru.” you roll your eyes, slipping on the panties. they were really pretty, they fit perfectly and had tiny blue bows on the side.

you spun around near the nearby mirror, taking in your figure. it had a thong yet bikini type shape to them. stretchy and all, not to mention it was very comfortable—not too tight whatsoever. right on the back, you spot the infamous letters that were sewn in bedazzled rhinestones, front ‘n center.

‘ satoru gojo, ’

you felt a brew of heat tickle its way down your thighs before you strut toward the white haired man. even sitting down, he’s so attractive. long legs stretch themselves out as he’s laid back against the concrete wall. he’s surrounded by colorful bent hangers, the dressing room was spacey enough. as he sat on the bench, he taps his foot. “baby, i can feel you lookin’ at me. are ya done?”

“yeah,” you utter, slowly removing his hands away from his eyes. “you can look now.”

it takes him a moment to register the sight — you stand still, feeling his cerulean blue eyes awe at your beauty.

oh, your curves, his blown irises linger everywhere so intently that it makes you feel small in the best way. your heart’s thumps accelerate as he’s got a growing smug smile curling against his pink lips.

“oh my,” he purrs out, a hand cupping under his chin. his expensive g-shock shimmers against the luminescent ceiling light as also he gently pulls his bottom lip down. his stare makes you nervous and you don’t even know why. “spin around for me.”

you do, twirling your body slowly and his eyes get a front view of your ass. you still wore your blouse, feeling his gaze burn into your rear.

“goddamn,” and you let off a soft breath, feeling his hands gingerly creep up against your thighs. “you look gorgeous in anything,” he whispers, inching his lips toward your backside. gojo then drags his twitching, crooked lips toward the left cheek of your ass. it smooches against the lace fabric, a thumb stroking the letters of his own name. “i’ll buy this entire brand just to see you walk around ‘n these for me, sweetheart.”

“satoru don’t do that,” you protest, gasping once he parts your legs open a bit. with you, his touch was always gentle. he couldn’t ever keep his hands off of you though. his strokes continue to roam, and that’s when he playfully bites your ass cheek. “h- hey!”

“sorry, baby,” he chuckles, giving it a soft teasing smack. gojo hears you whine out in need before he turns you back around. “mhh, don’t give me that pout. come give ‘toru some sugar instead.”

your heart always flutters whenever he says that, those sweet words never fail to strike right into your heart. churning the pit insides of your stomach that’s already packed with butterflies swarming everywhere.

as you slowly make your way toward him, tantalizingly, he cocks his head to the right.

“don’t be shy, i won’t bite today,” he flashes you a soft toothy grin, patting his lap for you to take your favorite seat. wasting no time, you sit on his lap, your bare skin brushing up against his loose fitted slacks. “good girl,” and his hands meet your waist. zeroing his eyes down your sweet physique, he strokes your bottom lip. “closer.”

the moment you finally close the distance, your lips press against his. a cheeky smile curls against his mouth — a groan shortly following out of his throat, betraying his playful demeanor. you moan, finding it impossible to not move a bit against him. as you gradually grind against his lap, delving your tongue between his, he lets off a sharp breath. “mhm,” pretty snowy lashes of his shut tight, fluttering as he’s poking a single thumb against your hip. gojo tastes sweet, sweeter than he’s ever been. peppermint lives on his tongue, running against your tastebuds and with utmost grace, you relish in it. the flavor, its additive and his touch wasn’t helping. a raspy groan slithers into your mouth once your grinding speeds up, the bottom part of your panties grazes against his secret growing boner and he huffs.

“f- fuck, baby,” he snarls, breaking away from the kiss to look down. there, he spots it. he was indeed hard, he’s been hard this entire time you’ve been splurging hefty amounts on his black card. the moment you gave him a little show of the sediment panties, that was the final straw. “you’re such a tease, y’know,” and you gasp once he slides a lengthy finger toward the cottony fabric. “ooh, is someone already a mess? lemme see ya.”

and as you’re just barely hovering over his lap, legs sprawled apart for him, he swipes the fat print of his thumb inside. “s- satoruuu.” you hiss out, the last syllable of his name elongated and cutely dramatic. a bit loud, you had to remind yourself the two of you were in a store. indeed, you were soaked already. part of you thinks it was because of his showering praises.

every time he calls you a ‘good girl’ or his ‘pretty girl’ you felt the stickiness between your thighs dampen. it was just embarrassing.

“can’t believe you’ve been hidin’ this mess this entire time,” the white haired man almost pouts, a tone of playfulness humming underneath his tone. two of his fingers poke their way between the middle part of your panties, prodding against your soppy pussy. “oh, look at that. so fuckin’ nasty,” and cunning blue eyes flicker straight at you, making you gulp in ignominy. “sweetheart, you do know i gotta pay for this. did ya forget?”

“o- oh.” and reality hits you again. he was right, you were soaking panties that weren’t even bought yet.

you could feel yourself dripping, a little damp spot forming its way against the woolen linen.

“yeah, oh,” he mocks your cute surprised word, easing a single thumb past your slit. it’s swollen, he feels the eager twitch of it and your legs rock back in lewd rapture. “awh, how cute. you want my thumb, princess?”

“y- yes,” you whine, tossing your arms over his broad shoulders. the man eyes you with a haughty expression, continuing to flick the edge of his thumb in and out of your puffed clit. the panties were still on and you clenched your jaw before letting off a needy sigh. “take them off, ‘toru. please.”

he gives you a long stare before humming. “nah,” and a pout twines against your glossed lips. with his right hand, it grips your ass, his thumb resuming to fondle your skin before it tenderly starts to go in. “silly girl. panties are for wearing,” he teases, and your lips part themselves open once he successfully eases his way inside. you’re already so sloppy, spiraling all underneath his fingers. a white brow of gojo’s crimps into an intrigued furrow before he buries his nose into your neck. “ah, ah. don’t hold back those moans, let me hear that pretty voice.”

“but- we’re in public.”

“i won’t be crazy this time, i promise sweets, heh.”

total lie,

he says he won’t be crazy yet here you were bent over, face shoved into the wall, legs all parted. you moan, feeling his tongue dip straight into your cunt, slurping a loooong suck of your honeyed sweet. your thighs weakly tremble a bit at the teasing sensation of his stubble gracefully bristling against your skin. your cheek presses up on the glass of the other mirror that sits up against the wall. “f- fuuuuck.” you whimper out, toes curling up in utter ecstasy. his tongue, it was always so messy. messy and long, you whimper out once he dives straight in.

dipping in and out, no manners whatsoever. he’s nose deep, lolling it out all the way until he’s shamelessly drooling down your drizzling folds.

even still,

your panties were still on the entire time — they were lazily pulled to the side. with his eyes closed, he’s letting his tongue wander everywhere. you whine, digging the edges of your teeth into your bawled up fist. “arch more baby,” he whispers, hot breath ghosting right against your cunt. the store was blasting obnoxiously loud music, you hoped no one would walk in, hoped no one would see. the door was closed but still. once he watches your back obediently raise up at his command, he hums, nibbling right against your cunt. “atta girl, gimme that arch, uh huh.”

gojo groans, eating you out from behind, using a single hand to make your legs spread just a bit further. the continuous squeaks that pours out your lips makes him ten times harder than he already was. “ngh, t- toru,” you start to huff, feeling a crushing pull yank its way at your lungs. your breathing only started to get more crazed. as he’s spelling out the ten different letters of his name. you whine out a sobbing mewl, feeling the way his tongue curls once he flicks a sweet ‘s’ in your pussy. the swirl — your back only arches more, the skin of your cheek practically glued against the mirror. “ohmygodd.”

“y’r so fuckin�� hot,” he purrs out, and you’re so busy focused on his tongue that you didn’t even realize he had two fingers shoved inside you already. they’re so long, they reach into the very caves of your walls, specific spots that you didn’t even know could be located. with a swift motion, his fingertips curl around your cunt, feeling the gripping squeeze. “mhm, that’s it. bare around ‘em just like that,” and he’s making out with your cunt, giving it multiple french kisses. your legs were so close to giving up, you could feel that same annoying smile rub against your pussy. as your lip shivers, you start to breath heavier.

puffing and huffing . . heaving as you let off the same pathetic whimpers for more, more of his sloppy tongue.

he slurps everywhere, making sure to not miss a single spot. gojo sucks against your clitoral hood, knowing just how sensitive that spot made you. as you’re coating not only his fingers but his chin at the same time with your sheeny juices, you couldn’t help but swallow your pity. “i- i’m gonna cum,” you moan, a hand of yours reaching behind to grab onto his head. it lands near the top, gripping onto his strands and shoving him further into your pussy. “satoru, agh,” and you had to cup a hand over your mouth, growing paranoid once your heard a few people right outside your stall.

shit, shit, shit,

all you heard from gojo was that same raspy chuckle as he pumps in his two fingers inside your pussy with the most presumptuous grin on his face. as he’s bent on his knees, his chin was soaked with your slick.

every few seconds, he pries himself off to breathe and clean the lower part of his chiseled face with his tongue. “c’mon, baby. wait a little f’r me,” and his tepid breath repeatedly fans against your fevered skin. the pleasure — the pulsation, you were found with your legs spread and jaw dropped. so close, you could merely taste a salty tang that’s forming on your sugared tastebuds.

satoru gojo was a eater, and he could eat you all day if he really really wanted. your pout from his words makes him laugh. he spots your dumb expressions through the mirror propped up directly in front of you before he starts to spit on your cunt. “ugh, look at her. always so shiny ‘n slick,” and with bright eyes, he stares at the way his saliva trickles down your puckering hole. “ooh,” gojo breaks his mouth away again, lustrous cobwebs of spit dripping down his lips. frantically, you were shaking once he suddenly stopped. as his two fingers still plugged inside of your pussy, he gives the outer part of your entrance teasing pecks. “such a wet girl. listen to her with me, sweetheart.”

“s— fuckk, ‘toru,” you babble out, a sharp swat of his free palm hitting against your ass. suddenly, the cramped up dressing room felt hot. blazing, and yet, your thighs were even hotter. with your lips betraying themselves, curling into a circular shape in pleasure, you barely could make yourself stand still. “pleaseplease.”

“no, baby,” he gifts your cunt it’s final kiss, one of his hands running down your thighs. you had glossy slick racing down and he takes the opportunity to lap it right up with his tongue. “only sound i wanna hear is this pretty pussy talkin’ back to me. let’s hear what she’s got ‘ta say.”

the sounds of your own cunt was so lewd. it’s crying squelching rings and reverberates off the walls.

abruptly, you grow quiet and he hums, slowly dragging out his two long fingers before you gush out straight away.

your eyes were as wide as saucers, electric shocking currents travel through every part of your body as you come undone on his tongue. as you whine into your palm, your eyebrows come together into a furrow.

“mph,” you whimper, feeling your thighs shake. it’s so much that within seconds, you feel yourself spraying against his tongue until you couldn’t anymore. it felt like your life flashed before your eyes. the tenderness of it all was almost too much to bare. as you’re still violently shaking on his pink twitching muscle, gojo spreads your ass apart, growing drunk at your taste before he chuckles against your clit - teeth nibbling against your sensitive, puffed folds.

“my baby’s velocity just gets better ‘n better,” he snickers, giving your right ass cheek a frisky kiss.

as he stands up again, he faces you — watching as your eyes were all droopy ‘n hooded.

“c’mere,” and you felt your cunt throb as you fall into his touch, pressing your lips right back against him. right away, your tongue gets met with the taste of yourself on him. you tasted sweet, he’s always described you as sweet anyway. gojo groans, lifting up your thigh before making you lie back. “good girl. ‘s just you ‘n me. let me spoil you today, princess.”

glancing down, you spot his slacks that were just barely hanging on. they were half on, dark blue boxers clinging onto his perfectly sculptured waistline. you spot a bit of a peeking white happy trail that’s curly — sticking against his skin.

“s- satoru,” you pant, pawing your hands at his already open fly. he ogles at you, popping the two wet fingers that were stuffed into your cunt literally just a few seconds ago right into his mouth. you watch, growing more aroused as he sucks on his digits right in front of you.

“satoru what, baby?” he leans down, springing out his cock. it was quick, he fishes through his boxers before whipping it out, wrapping a single bare hand around his fat length. giving it a few pumps, a thumb of his swipes against his pulsing vein and he groans. with a snarl, he bites into your neck. “you don’t wanna wait ‘till we get home, huh?”

“no,” you whimper, and he lets you take control a bit.

with shaky hands, you make him sit flat against his back, a cute shove goes against his chest and he huffs. “want you, ‘toru,” and he smiles at how out of breath you were, still trying to overcome your more recent, nirvana filled high. as you get on his lap, straddling him, you lean right up to the older man’s face. “please.”

he returns your lust-filled gaze, a hand of his creeping toward the curvature of your ass. “such a sweet girl. with manners like that, i could never say no,” he coos to you, helping you align your entrance against his reddened tip. with your panties still on, string passively pulled toward the crevices of your thighs, you whine. “there’s that sweet ‘lil moan,” he brings you closer toward his neck. the veins that ran down his cock pulse even quicker. “mhm, c’mon sweets,” he playfully pulls your hands away from your face. “i wanna see those eyes roll back. don’t be shy, ride me girl.”

and as he’s careful to sink you down on his cock, your legs wrap around his slim waist like a vice.

a hand of yours tugs onto his tie, giving it a little forceful pull. gojo’s hair was all ruffled — white strands everywhere, you had him a mess and right where you wanted.

whenever you straddled him like this, you always took his breath away and that hungry gaze you always give him, fuck you were dangerous.

intaking a sharp, deep breath, he’s halfway in now. gojo’s so thick and bulky that it feels like he’s fully in.

balls fucking deep,

a whimper pulls out of your vocal cords as his tip kisses your sweet swollen insides. his own eyelashes were half-lidded and he’s panting right with you, frigid cold band of his watch rubbing off against your skin. the saturated squelches of your pussy were so loud, he holds onto your hips before a pussy drink grin tugs against both corners of his lips. “attaaaa girl. move those hips, ride me good, birthday girl.”

the friction was so delicious, so appetizing..

you were barely moving but you felt like you were gonna screw up and cream all down his shaft. with your face still burying itself into the crook of his neck, your hips finally start to adapt to some sort of steady rhythm. gojo huskily grunts, feeling the welcoming grip your cunt gifts him every time he goes inside. the elastic stretch always makes him short circuit. as his blushing tip thrashes its way inside, your hips roll and it’s only then that you start to sloppily lurch against his lap.

“t- toruuu,” you sob out in a sweet broken syllable, your own words sticking against your tongue. strong, built arms hold you upright as you’re making steady haste. the music of the store seems to get louder and you don’t even care if you get caught anymore.

with the way his cockhead’s smooching up against your sweet spot, you’re already dumb, stupid ‘n hungry for more of your beloved sugar daddy. your whines always ghost right up against his earlobe, falling on deaf ears every time. your sweet, carnal sounds makes his dick twitch. the electric pulse surges through your cunt and you feel it — shivering, glancing at him and he shoots you a flashy, sheepish grin. “yeah, ‘s okay baby. doin’ so good for me.”

even still, you’re adjusting to his size. the big stretch has your lips parted and circular, moans spilling out of your lips again and again until you were a broken record.

every single time, gojo’s cock extends inside of you through and through. it’s like it comes natural to him. no matter how many times he’d please you, you’d always end up getting a bit more stretched out than the last time.

a constant lewd loop,

“s— satoru,” you start to whine again, swiveling your hips against him. he’s seated down on the bench, taking in your body and the way your breasts bounce. he can’t help but snatch a feel, bringing a hand toward your left mound, squeezing two fingers against your nipples. with your frilly blouse still on, he’s just tugging against fabric but you start feel the familiar incoming shockwaves of pleasure. you let off a tiny squeal, head tossing back and your teeth digging into your bottom lip. “ngh, ‘toru. ‘m sensitive.”

“baby you’re always sensitive,” he teases.

lowering his head down between your neglected tits, gojo pulls up your blouse and leisurely slides his tongue down the sheeny crack of your chest. you’ve got a bit of a glow, probably from your recent teeth shattering orgasm. “mhm, look at my girls. they get prettier every time i see ‘em,” and as you’re still swaying your hips against him, he pops out one of your tits from your bra, sucking against the tender skin. you whimper over and over, he can barely get a good solid suck from the constant movement of your hips. you’re jittery, repeatedly moving back and forth against him, about to erupt as if your cunt was a volcano. “thaaat’s my girl, always taste so sweet.”

you ruffle his hair a bit as he’s latching his mouth against one of your sore nipples. the mobility of your hips so sloppy and unstable. he tends to each nipple, latching his wet lips against the sore mounds before slobbering all over it. as you’re grinding against him in an alluring manner, your eyes start to roll back. “toru, ngh. ‘s fuckin’ big,” you squeak out in a tiny mewl, your voice entirely small.

you’re moving so much that he could barely keep up, burying his face into your chest. his hot breath tickles against your skin — it’s feverish, sending a multitude of shivers to race down your spine.

he grunts in annoyance at your bra in the way, snatching it down to properly attach his plump lips against your neglected nipples. gojo sucked until they were all sore ‘n swollen, madly pulsating from the salacious stimulation. he eyes you with a teasing simper, a crinkle informing underneath his eye as he licks up his saliva dripping down the bare valley of your chest.

“y’r always a perfect fit though,” he whispers, another groan leaving out of his throat. as he’s leaning back again, allowing you to continue riding him, you’re just completely dumbfounded.

irises were dilated, lungs were full, toes curled.

you moan once he spanks your ass at the feeling of your hips slowing down, his way of encouraging you to keep at it. with your frilly blouse pulled up, he gawks at your body and admires how you match his crazed tempo, rolling and mirroring the same amounts of rickety.

“my fuckin’ girl,” he grunts, a hand sliding down your ass again, spanking it again. “uh huuuh,” his tongue slides against his lips, averting his gaze at your seductive looking hips. “just like that, sweetheart. niiiice ‘n slow, ‘toru’s not going anywhere.”

as you’re jerking forward against him, constantly bouncing against his thickset, bulky base — your jaw hangs wide open. he’s reached your sweet spot, it’s out of nowhere and you feel a bundle of nerves scream all through out you. your limbs were getting weary, and as your arms wrap around his shoulders, you nibble on his chin. “satoru, satoru, f— fuuuuck.”

he chuckles, watching as both of your eyes close tight, feeling one of your hands slither its way inside of his dress shirt. “hm,” he looks down, and your fingertips feel against his chiseled washboard abs. your pace was relentless, and with the feeling of just how ripped he was, you felt that same twitch arise in your cunt again. “fuck yeah, baby. touch me anywhere you like. this body ‘s all yours,” and you moan from his provocative words, still moving back and forth. gojo’s scent made itself well known throughout the entire dressing room. his abs instinctively clench from your gentle yet tender touch. “make me feel so good.”

“i- i do?” you moan, his words alone sending you a plethora of spine-chilling chills everywhere. they linger for a long time before you feel yourself starting to tighten. you were hungry for his approval, his praise — anything.

“yes, sweetheart,” he grunts, cupping your face as your hips continue to rock against him. he was reaching his inevitable limit and so were you, gojo’s face turns flustered and his pretty blue eyes flicker backward for a moment. that action alone was sexy, only you made him like this. “you like hearin’ what you do to me, huh?”

his voice was always so low — deep ‘n pitchy, it had the right amount of rasp hiding underneath it.

the timbre, it was a huskiness that always got you soaked. gojo moved his hands back down toward your waist, helping you keep up your frantic rhythm. every few seconds, you felt his throbbing dick plunge in and out of your drooling cunt. it’s so thorough, and every once and a while, it slips out. “fuuuck,” he groans, lifting you up before aligning himself back in. “got me workin’ over time, baby. stay still, yeah.”

your sweet nub was constantly being kissed up against, and you’re already so so stupid.

metaphoric heart eyes form through your pupils as you twitched ‘n fluttered on his cock. the moment you came again, and again, and again, there was barely a thought in your mind. you were always left being a puddled mess, swollen walls perfectly ravaged and stretched out.

it’s probably been about a good hour or two.

the dressing room had a sweet smell of tangy sweat and cologne—you whimper, babbling repeatedly as you’re now bent back over again.

but this time, gojo’s fucking you from behind.

he’s probably had you do various positions, and he was just about to finish again, anticipating to see another load pour right into your puffy pussy.

“s- shit,” he swallows a lump residing in his throat, catching your secretive hand trying to reach down and touch yourself. “princess..”

you pause, your hand staying still and he chuckles — pressing right up against your ass. he’s still pumping you full mid-thrust, a free hand wrapping its way around the back of your throat. his tone sounded like you’d just been caught redhanded. “aw, someone’s eager. but you always ask before touchin’ this sloppy pussy, right?”

with your breath hitching, he’s continuing to reel you back into his sharp hips within each piston of a thrust. with your mouth opened wide, you moan. “y- yes,” and as he’s jutting his cock into your gripping walls, you whimper out a sweet question of want. “can i touch myself, ‘toru?”

“let me think, baby.”

and you whine, a pouty expression marinating against your features as he’s got you pressed up against the mirror once more. gojo chuckles, clammy hands squeezing against your ass. “oh, you big baby. ‘m joking, go ‘head princess.”

as your fingers skid down your sopping pussy, it’s immediately coated with your slick. you whine, feeling his pace go faster before he groans. after a while, he’s just about there. gojo’s eyes remain fixated on your pretty rear — skin against skin clashing onto each other in such sync ‘n harmony.

his orgasm hits him like a truck. as a pretty translucent ring forms around his heavy cock, lust foils at his brain. “hah, fuck, pretty. such a mess, arch more for me, good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”

with the way he’s praising you continuously, you felt the constant twitches of your pussy cling onto his length. as your limbs were shaky ‘n on their final concluding hinges, you grow quiet at the feeling of him dumping in yet another sweet sticky load of cum. in the process — he coats the fabric of your panties with his mess, luxuriating in how sloppy you looked.

everything feels so slow - it’s probably been hours.

the current song that’s playing on the speakers, you’ve heard that same chorus for at least three times now.

it’s so warm inside, the flushed left temple of your cheek sticks against the mirror as you’re pressed right up against it. “f- fuck.” you wheeze out, allowing him to pump you full of creamy, velvety loads. he groans, throwing his head back and letting off a deep exhale. pretty lashes of his flutter shut as he’s staring openly at the way your cunt swallows its favorite bittersweet meal. with his mushroom tip still thrashing against the bulb of your sensitive clit, he gradually pulls out.

gojo’s eyes remain at your backside — gazing at the way he’s overflowed you with ropes ‘n ropes of hot wads of cum.

he licks his lips, staring in awe at how it dribbles down your thighs so effortlessly. it’s so messy,

a thumb of his swipes down the inner crevices of your thighs, getting a taste of it himself. “such a pretty girl,” he huffs, bringing the same thumb up to his lips to get a good enough taste. with the honeyed concoction of both flavors, he hums in contentment. “awww,” he stands up, taking in your dumbed down state. you were still panting, cum dripping out of your swollen hole.

you’ve still got a brief portion of your fist in your mouth - trying to suppress your sweet noises, split knuckles tickling against your tongue. “cute. c’mere, princess.”

you shudder, feeling him reposition your panties whilst pulling up your frilled skirt. with a teasing smile, he kisses your forehead, giving the fat of your ass one more squeeze. “you did so good,” and once he’s making sure you’re okay, with glossed eyes—you leer as he drags his slacks back up, zipping up his fly. as you gawk, gojo looks so handsome. ruffled white strands all over the place and his once professional dress shirt was now all unbuttoned ‘n scruffy. “hm,” he catches you staring, and he strokes the bottom of your chin. “you look hungry for more,” and his voice gets a bit low, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, watching as you pout once he devastatingly pulls away. “happy birthday baby.”

“t- thank you, ‘toru,” you speak, trying to catch your breath. abruptly, you’re suddenly being lifted up by him, bridal style. a gasp wrenches out of you before you involuntary hurl your feeble, numb arms over his tense shoulders. he smells so good, you sink your face into the collar of his tux, feeling his body rumble from a chuckle.

“welcome,” and he unlocks the dressing room, walking out with you in nowhere but his warms. glancing at you, he whispers in a sweet low tone. “let’s get you outta here, hm? a nice warm bath ‘s waitin’ for ya at home. don’t want my baby’s limbs to be all sore.”

and as gojo’s carrying you and your bags with one arm supporting underneath you—he continues to make his way toward the front of the store.

he’s met with a few eyes yet he could care less. all he cared about was you, his pretty princess.

you shift a bit in his arms, still feeling creamy remnants of his cum plug you full even while being protected by your panties and skirt. it sticks against the fabric and you couldn’t help but grow flustered, feeling your thighs glue ‘n stick together. as he’s just about to leave out the door, he’s interrupted by the loud sound of a beep.

it’s the anti-theft security alarm, and gojo groans once he’s stopped by one of the employees.

“sir, i think you forgot to pay.”

“oh right,” the white haired man rubs the back of his neck, gently placing you back down on your feet. you glance up at him and your forehead’s met with another one of his tender, sweet kisses. “stay put, baby.”

you nod, watching as his back turns. he trods toward the cashier, whipping out his black card that he had you use for the majority of the day. as he’s paying for your items, he apologizes for the inconvenience with the most faux unknowing expression. gojo leaves a big tip in advance before making his way back toward you.

his staggering height stands tall and he slings an arm over your shoulder. he grabs your bags, having you lean against him as you both finally make your way out of the store.

“c’mon, darlin,” gojo mutters in a low tone, guiding you out of the mall. he’s still holding you close, but he stops briefly to plant a kiss near the inside of your neck. “still not done makin’ a mess out of my messy baby girl.”

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