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[lucrezia-thoughts]

🥵 Santiago doesn't dare trying , especially seeing how Frankie is hurt from the ignoring she's giving them. They decides to leave the couple alone, Will wanting to try again. He steps closer to her while she's doing the dishes, her back facing him, he walks slowly and carefully " Don't you dare touching me " Oh, that's cold and angry, but at least she speaks " I'm sorry, let me explain " He steps back when she turns around fast and angry, sharing at him with thunder in her eyes " Go.Fuck.your.Self".He nods, watching her leave the room, useless to talk, but he got another idea.

[the-flaneur]

After Max’s incredibly hot performance in Brazil today I am dying for a Max X Best friend smut. Where he’s been really mopey after quali about not winning any races and not having a sex. So, she jokes that if he wins the gp she’ll reward him. Just imagine the first thing he does when he gets out the car is kiss her and they celebrate the whole night 🥵

mad max strikes back (mv1)

pairing: max verstappen x bff!reader

summary: max is furious after a terrible qualifying lashing out against the team. however, you propose an enticing deal for the desperately hungry lion...but only if he wins

warnings: friends to lovers and 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, public sex (or sex in a public location aka max's driver room), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive!max, lowkey a breeding kink

wc: 4043

a/n: anon i love the way you think ❤️ cause that was an absolute masterclass drive by max, truly indicative of his skill in being able to achieve his three (and hopefully very soon fourth) world championships -> so here's a long one to celebrate ;)

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max stormed into the red bull garage angrily muttering expletives, slamming down his helmet onto the table with a thud. qualifying could not have gotten any worse. not only had he gone out in q2 from a shitty red flag, he had a grid penalty and lando had also made his way to the top of the timesheet and had qualified first for the race later that day.

he was fucking pissed. 

he felt a hand gripping his shoulder, and he whipped around angrily to yell at whoever it was to leave him the hell alone - he didn’t need to hear the same words from gp or christian, let alone his father, who he knew had been even more angry about the flag. they were all just going to inadvertently rile him up more, something he didn’t want on his mind when the rain would be pouring down like buckets only two hours later.

max softened only slightly when he saw it was you, but his scowl and deepening frown lines were still plastered on his face. "what do you want? i'm not in the mood right now." he growled out, but there wasn't much bite behind his words. his eyes, usually so energised and focused, appeared dull and distant to you, as if the weight of the potential consequences had drained all the energy from his body.

"max, it's okay. i'm here," you said softly, as you stepped closer to stand beside him. hand brushing against his arm, it sent a gentle spark through both of you as you gave max words of comfort and reassurance. your voice was calm and reassuring, a stark contrast to max's earlier tirade. as you spoke, you reached up to gently massage his neck and shoulders, feeling the tension seep out of his muscles under your touch.

the adrenaline of his anger dissipated as your hands touched the sensitive skin of his neck, max leaning into you and letting out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes. you were soothing the knots of frustration that had taken hold of his body. as you continued to knead his tense muscles, max's grip on the edge of the table loosened, and he slowly lowered himself into the chair behind him. his head fell back, exposing the long column of his throat, which you couldn't resist tracing with the tip of your finger. the delicate skin was flushed, likely hoarse from his angry shouts.

"you're always so good at making me relax," max murmured, still evidently mad about the result but slowly physically relaxing.

“don’t let rupert here you say that, he’ll have my head for trying to steal his job,” you chuckled softly, watching max soften under your touch, “perhaps you should invest in a full time masseur if it’s this easy to get you to relax,” you smiled softly, patting his back as you kneeled down in front of him, meeting his lowered gaze.

max shook his head in mock amusement despite his foul mood. he reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheek. the gesture sent a flurry of butterflies through you, making your heart race. max's eyes glinted with an emotion you couldn't quite place - gratitude, affection, something more?

"thank you for being here for me," he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. "i don't know what i'd do without you sometimes."

in a moment of vulnerability, max leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the fabric of his racing suit. max's warm breath ghosted across your lips as he leaned in close, his eyes searching yours intensely. you felt like you were drowning in those piercing blue depths, every thought evaporating until all that remained was the thrumming pulse between your bodies.

you loved it.

"if you win today, i promise i'll give you a reward," you teased, pulling away reluctantly as you could hear the commentators announcing the time for the start of the race and the mechanics around you grew alive. max looked momentarily surprised before a slow grin spread across his face, transforming his features from brooding to boyish in an instant.

"oh? and what sort of reward did you have in mind?" he asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively. the atmosphere shifted, the air thickening with unspoken tension. you felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you averted your gaze, suddenly self-conscious under the intensity of his stare.

"well, uh, maybe we could celebrate properly afterwards?" you offered lamely, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while you glanced down at max’s racing shoes. he chuckled huskily, sending some familiar shivers down your spine.

"I think that can be arranged," he purred, leaning in close again, leaning in close enough for you to feel the heat of his body. his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "and i've got a few ideas for how we could celebrate..."

eyes dark with desire, he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

"but first, i’m going to win,”

watching max throughout the beginning stages of the race was nothing short of a god-given miracle. your eyes were glued to the screen in the garage, watching as the lap count increased, he carved his way all the way from p17 through the rain soaked cars like it was nothing.

he drove like the world champion he was meant to be.

watching as the cars came into the pits for the red flag and with max slotted into p2 behind esteban, you couldn’t help but feel an immense sense of pride for your best friend. he was proving everyone, including himself wrong, and setting himself up for a podium finish, you thought gleefully. 

max had quickly gotten himself out of the car before pacing his way towards his father and helmut, where a rapid exchange of dutch and german was exchanged between them. although, you had not yet approached him from your stool in the garage, he smiled, knowing that you were still watching him.

you could see a hint of a smile on max’s face as he discussed the tyres and track conditions with gp, before he swung around. max strode towards you with a newfound spring in his step, his earlier frustration seemingly forgotten in the thrill of the race. as he drew near, you could see the glimmer of excitement in his eyes, the flush of adrenaline colouring his cheeks. he stopped in front of you, hands on his hips as he caught his breath.

"did you see that?!" he exclaimed,"i mean, yeah, the conditions are crazy, but..." he shook his head in amazement. "i felt like i was flying out there. like the car is performing well, there’s nice balance…."

max reached out to pull you into a tight hug, spinning you around briefly before setting you back on your feet. his arms lingered around your waist, holding you close.

“i really think i can win this now,”

“i know you can. go get them lion,”

as you watched max carve out the final corners of the final lap, the chequered flag starting to be raised gleefully in the background, you couldn’t help but let out a broken sob in the garage, the mechanics around you roaring to life as he crossed the line in first.

your max…coming first…for the first time since spain…it was a dream come true.

standing shellshocked in the garage, you were only shoved out of your state, when gp grabbed your arm pulling you towards his screens, before putting a pair of headphones on your head.

he’s listening, he mouthed, before congratulating max on the radio. you could hear the raw joy in max’s shout as he said his signature catchphrase, before gp gestured for you to say something.

“m-maxie, i’m s-so proud of you. you’ve wo-worked so hard for this…” you managed to get out between tears, furiously trying to hide your tear-stricken face from the broadcast camera, which had panned towards the victorious red bull garage. 

“thank you y/n…” he grinned, hearing your voice on the radio only made the moment more special for him.

and for a moment, you both felt like you were on top of the world.

“i love you,”

the weight of his words hung heavy in the air between you, the confession echoing in your ears. max listened to you closely, gauging your reaction with bated breath. you felt your heart stutter in your chest, the overwhelming swell of emotion threatening to consume you entirely.

"i...i love you too, max," you whispered, barely audible over the cheers and celebrations erupting around you, "so fucking much."

watching max roll the rb20 into parc ferme - your eyes even more red than before, hair plastered against your sweaty face - you pressed yourself up against the barriers with the red bull mechanics and team members, helmut and christian nearby. the clamour in the crowd and in the people surrounding you reached a fever pitch as max raised his fists in the sky; savouring his victory for but a moment, before he ran towards the red bull crowd. he leaped into the waiting arms of his jubilant crew, who slapped his back, clapping and cheering, chanting his name. 

as the team set him back down, max's eyes immediately sought you out in the crowd. pulling you through his celebrating crew, he wrapped you up in a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. you melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of your joy, pride, and adoration into it.

"we did it! we actually fucking did it!" he yelled, his face split in a wide, ecstatic grin. setting you back down, he cupped your face in his gloved hands, thumbs brushing away the happy tears streaking your cheeks. max gazed at you with a look of pure adoration, his eyes shining with triumph and something deeper, more intimate. the roar of the crowd faded into the background as he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss. the world seemed to tilt on its axis as you clung into him, the taste of his victory mingling with the salt of your tears. his gloves scraped gently against your cheeks as he held your face, angling your head to deepen the kiss.

the crowd's cheers grew distant, replaced by the pounding of your heart and the ragged sound of your breath. max's tongue swept across your lower lip, coaxing it open, and you surrendered willingly, parting your mouth to welcome him inside. his kiss was hungry, devouring; his primal elation coursing through his veins. you clung to him, fingers digging into the fabric of his racing suit as he ravaged your mouth, staking his claim. max's gloved hand slid down to cradle the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your sensitive skin as his tongue went deeper, exploring the warmth of your mouth.

just as the kiss threatened to spiral out of control, a throat cleared loudly beside you. you and max sprang apart guiltily, both flushed and breathing hard. christian and helmut stood there with amused expressions, clearly having witnessed the heated display.

just as the kiss threatened to spiral out of control, a throat cleared loudly beside you. you and max sprang apart guiltily, both flushed and breathing hard. christian and helmut stood there with amused expressions, clearly having witnessed the heated display.

"ah, max," christian began, struggling to keep a straight face. "while we're all very pleased about your win, perhaps save the celebratory…activities…for later, hmm?"

helmut snorted. "yes, let's try to maintain a modicum of professionalism, shall we? there will be plenty of time for private celebrations after the press conference."

max cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing at you with a sheepish grin. "right, yes. sorry about that." he stepped back slightly, though his hand found yours and squeezed it reassuringly.

“i’ll see you guys later at the podium,” 

later, as max ascended the podium to accept his winner’s trophy, his gaze scanned the crowd until it landed on you once more. a broad, triumphant smile spread across his face and he blew you a playful kiss, winking at you as the cameras flashed. the crowd erupted in applause again, but max barely registered it, his focus solely on you.

you, his best friend (well hopefully not anymore if he had anything to do about it), was there exuberantly celebrating his first win in what felt like whatever. you had been there since the beginning, but this one felt all the more special

max pushed open the door to his cramped driver's room, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. the media duties had finally died down, leaving him free to celebrate with you in private. you were sitting on the edge of the narrow bed watching him with a smile as he kicked off his racing boots and crossed the room in a few long strides. before you could react, he scooped you up into his arms, pressing you back against the bed.

"thank you, thank you, thank you," he murmured, his voice low and husky with exhaustion. leaning down, he claimed your lips in a deep kiss, his hands roaming possessively over your body. he was fierce and demanding - max's lips moving hungrily against yours as if trying to drink in every ounce of your presence. his hands slid under your shirt, skimming over your sides and coming to rest on your stomach, fingertips dipping just beneath the waistband of your pants.

as he broke the kiss, panting softly, he gazed down at you making your heart race. "i want you," he breathed, his voice rough with longing. "right here, right now. reward your race winner.” your breath caught in your throat at the raw hunger in max's eyes. the air between you crackled as he loomed over you, his muscular frame casting a shadow on the small space. his hands continued their exploration, tugging at your shirt with impatient fingers.

you nodded eagerly, a shiver running down your spine at the promise. "yes, please," you whispered, reaching for the hem of his racing suit. "i need you too." with a growl of approval, max helped you strip off his gear, revealing the lean, powerful lines of his body. he shed his underwear next, kicking them aside carelessly as he climbed onto the bed, covering your body with his own.

your fingers tangled in max's short hair as he kissed you fiercely again, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you fully. his weight pressed you into the thin mattress, the creak of metal drowned out by your moans.

max's hands mapped the curves of your body, calloused palms scraping deliciously against sensitive skin as he stripped away your remaining clothes except for your panties. cool air washed over your bare flesh, pebbling your nipples into tight buds. he groaned appreciatively at the sight of you, laid out like an offering beneath him.

"so beautiful," he rasped, ducking his head to put his tongue over one rosy peak. you arched into the touch, fingers tightening reflexively in his hair. he lavished attention on each breast in turn, teeth grazing lightly before soothing the sting with his lips and tongue. as max worshipped your breasts, his hands drifted lower, teasing along the curves of your hips and thighs. you squirmed restlessly, craving more of his touch. he chuckled darkly, a vibration that sent tingles through you.

"not so fast, love," he teased, trailing a fingertip down. before you could protest, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and slowly dragged them down your legs, kissing and nipping a path along the way. the fabric slipped past your ankles, pooling around your feet as he tossed it aside.

now completely bare before him, you felt exposed yet incredibly aroused, your body vibrating with anticipation. max's hungry gaze raked over your body, making you acutely aware of how wet you'd already grown. with a predatory gleam in his eye, max settled between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your slick folds. you gasped, back arching off the bed as he leaned in to lap at your clit, his tongue bold and insistent.

"mmm, you taste even better than i imagined," he murmured against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he lapped at your arousal, sucking and nibbling until you were writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

max's relentless tongue drove you wild, your climax building with terrifying speed. he seemed to sense your impending release, doubling his efforts to push you over the edge. you keened loudly, fingers threading through his hair as your orgasm crashed over you in waves of ecstasy.

just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, max pulled back, leaving you gasping and trembling. he rose up on his knees, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he reached his dick. "my turn now," he smirked, putting you on your hands and knees, your delectable ass facing him.

with a low growl, max positioned himself behind you, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance. he took a moment to savour the feel of your warm, damp heat beckoning him, your muscles fluttering in anticipation.

max tapped the swollen head of his cock against your pussy, the broad tip parting your slick folds with each teasing press. "so ready for me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "your pussy is practically begging for my dick." he rubbed the underside of his shaft along your slit, coating himself in your juices before notching the tip inside you. the stretch was painful, but your inner walls clenching greedily around the intrusion.

with a slow, deliberate thrust, max sheathed himself to the hilt, a guttural moan escaping him as your velvety heat enveloped his throbbing length. he paused for a moment, before beginning to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, setting a relentless pace that left you breathless and pleading for more. max set a brutal rhythm, pounding into you with abandon as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. each savage thrust hit deep, the force of his strokes rattling the tiny room.

"you're mine," he snarled, his breath hot against your ear. "every inch of this sweet cunt belongs to me." his words were punctuated by the lewd slap of flesh on flesh, the sound echoing off the metal walls. your cries of pleasure mingled with the symphony of grunts and slaps as max relentlessly claimed you, his powerful body driving into yours with unrelenting fervour. sweat dripped from his brow, stinging your skin where they touched, but only served to heighten the intensity.

as max's pace quickened, the bed creaked ominously beneath you, the metallic frame straining against the force of his thrusts. he pistoned into you with reckless abandon, his balls slapping against your clit with every savage stroke. the pressure built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter within you, threatening to unleash a maelstrom of pleasure.

max suddenly withdrew from your spasming channel, leaving you empty and aching. before you could cry out and whine, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his other grasped his rigid cock, stroking it slowly as he loomed over you, a predator poised to strike.

"look at you," he growled, his heated gaze raking over your flushed, panting form. "so desperate for my dick, your cunt still twitching." he tapped the engorged head at your entrance once more, teasing you mercilessly with shallow thrusts that barely penetrated you. "beg for it, little one. tell me how badly you need your best friend's cock inside you again."

max continued his maddening tease, the thick crown of his erection catching on your rim with every torturous glide. your hips bucked instinctively, but he maintained his infuriating control, denying you the fullness you craved. "please..." you whimpered, your voice ragged with need. "max, i need you... please fuck me!" tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes as he kept you balanced on the knife's edge of desperation, your body wound tight.

with a cruel chuckle, max finally relented, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, powerful thrust. a choked cry tore from your throat as he stretched you wide, his girth filling you utterly."that's it, take it all," he grunted, starting to move, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each punishing stroke. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to be split open on my fat cock, used like the needy slut you are."

max's filthy words only fueled your arousal as he ravaged you, his thick cock plundering your depths with ruthless efficiency. the room filled with the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh and your wanton moans - a lewd symphony. his eyes darkened with possessive hunger as he drank in the sight of you splayed out beneath him, impaled on his throbbing cock. "fuck, look at you," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "taking my dick so well, like you were made for it."

he punctuated his words with sharp, deep thrusts, grinding against your cervix with each snap of his hips. "this cunt is mine now, understand? no one else gets to have you like this, not ever again." his grip on your wrists tightened, the bite of his fingers a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure radiating from your core.

"i'm going to ruin you for anyone else," max promised darkly, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release.

max's movements grew frantic, his pelvis slapping against yours with bruising force as he neared his peak. "that's it, take it all," he snarled, his voice strained with impending climax. "milk my cock like the greedy little cumslut you are." with a final, brutal thrust, max buried himself to the hilt, his thick shaft pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside you. rope after rope of hot seed painted your insides, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. through it all, he held your gaze captive, his eyes blazing with feral satisfaction as he claimed you utterly.

max collapsed beside you, both of you panting and sweat-slicked in the aftermath. for a long moment, neither of you spoke, simply basking in the glow of shared pleasure and the intimate connection forged between you.

finally, max rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you tenderly. he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle in contrast to the roughness of your lovemaking. "i meant what i said, you know," he murmured softly, his eyes searching yours. "about wanting to be with you, really be with you. i don't just mean sexually, though god knows i want that too."

you met max's gaze, seeing the sincerity shining in his eyes. despite the lingering echoes of passion, there was a vulnerability there that stirred something deep within you. "i feel it too," you admitted quietly, reaching up to place your palm against his cheek. "the connection, the... everything. it scares me a little, to be honest."

max's expression softened, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a comforting gesture. "it should," he agreed gently. "love, real love, always does. but i promise, i'll be here for you, through all of it - the good, the bad, and everything in between." he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "we'll figure it out together, okay?"

“i love you max,”

max's heart skipped a beat at your confession again, "i love you too, darling," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he poured his feelings into a searing kiss.

in that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the depth of your affection. max's lips moved against yours with a tenderness that belied the raw passion of earlier, conveying the complexity of his emotions. as the kiss deepened, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go.

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Yours for the Night | HHJ

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, frenemies to lovers, Model!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: so. much. cockiness from Hyunjin, arguing as a form of foreplay, a bit of dumbification, what's a little fucking between frenemies?, dick pics, exhibitionism, nipple play, mentions of slut shaming, grinding, fingerfucking, pinching, just a tiny bit of spit, unexpected use of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), wet and messy, biting, dirty talk, maybe a little degradation (talking about reader being cock stupid), unprotected sex (bc used), riding/cowgirl style, praise/use of "good girl," soft dom!hyunjin vibes, rough/hard sex, multiple positions, creampie, multiple orgasms Word Count: 8.8k Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SKZ - they just inspire me Summary: “Let me lay it out for you, so there’s no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you don’t want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.” Or, Hyunjin makes you an offer you simply can't refuse.

A/N: I finished this earlier than expected, thanks to the inspiration that is Hyunjin at Milan Fashion Week. Have you seen him?? 🥵 Anyway, it's all because of his stunning beauty that this filthy lil pwp exists. Enjoy! 😘

Unbeta'd as usual. I would *love* to hear your thoughts - my inbox is always open (anon is on, but hateful comments will be blocked. Be kind, writers do this for free and with love!) 💕

SKZ Masterlist

 It’s Friday night, you’re out for drinks with your friends, and you are frustrated.

It’s not the club that’s bothering you. You’re here tonight at Felix’s request. He’d told you all it had been too long since you’d gone out as a group, so all nine of you and your friends crammed yourselves into a couple of rides and headed for downtown. 

Nor is it the incredibly tight, short, and backless dress you’ve poured yourself into that’s annoying you, though it’s certainly not helping. Your fingers anxiously grasp at the hem, tugging it down your thighs as you take a seat at the table where Felix and Seungmin are currently talking.

No, it’s something personal that has you wound tighter than a corset tonight. Work has been kicking your ass lately, and it’s put a huge damper on your sex life. You haven’t been out with anyone new in the last few months. Haven’t had any time to reach out to any of your small group of casual hookups who would typically lend a hand. Most nights you’ve even been too tired to masturbate. 

Put simply, you’re ready to fucking pop. 

Which is why you’re wearing this bodybinding dress and staring at the dance floor like a wildcat stalking its prey, searching to find someone to help you with your problem. Unfortunately, you’ve been here for hours, and no one’s caught your eye so far. 

Your clutch rattles on the table, drawing your attention. Everyone who would usually text you is here, so out of curiosity, you take out your phone. The notification tells you that Hyunjin sent you a photo. 

You glance across the room at where Hyunjin is sitting in a booth with Changbin, deep in conversation. Why would he send you a photo right now?

Your confusion only grows when you look at the photo. It’s a selfie, Hyunjin raising his champagne glass in a toast to the camera, perfectly tousled dark hair spilling over his brow as he fixes you with his signature smirk. It’s a gorgeous shot, of course, because he’s a gorgeous man, but again, why is he sending you selfies in the middle of tonight’s celebration? Or at all? Hyunjin’s never been the type to send you photos before, of himself or the group or anything. 

He’s never really been the type to text you, period, outside of the group chat. Probably because the two of you aren’t really friends. Frenemies would be more accurate. You share the same group of friends, but have nothing else in common. Which is fine, you don’t have to be close to hang out, but he’s… well… he’s an acquired taste, and you’ve never developed an appreciation. Hyunjin’s snooty and cocky - overly so, in your opinion, even if he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Most of your conversations consist of nothing but arguing. He’s very stubborn and loves to get the last word in on everything. Which drives you crazy because you prefer to have the final say. 

So to say this sudden selfie has you perplexed is an understatement.

Ignoring whatever Felix and Seungmin are talking about, you fire off a question. 

You: What is this? Hyunjin: Are you that drunk? It’s me

Reflexively, you scowl at your screen.

You: I know it’s you You: But WHY are you sending me a photo of yourself? Hyunjin: You’ve been staring at me all night Hyunjin: I thought maybe you’d like something to take home, to keep

Again, you look over, only to find him looking at you, lips curled to match his photo. Heat flames through you. Could he be more conceited? 

Maybe the vanity isn’t totally unearned, considering that he’s an actual model, making a living using his ethereal beauty to sell products. His own lifestyle is just as luxurious as the images he appears in. Like right now, he’s wearing the finest black suit, obviously couture, with a few silver necklaces draped over his tie that you’ve no doubt cost more than your entire outfit alone. 

And sure, he has a jawline carved by the gods, thick eyebrows that frame expressive, cat-like eyes, and ridiculously pouty lips that you’ve found yourself staring at once… an hour on average. Maybe in your weakest moments you’ve even dreamt about what it would be like to kiss those lips. 

But does that mean he has to be a dick all the time?

You: You’re such an ass Hyunjin: Deny it all you want, but we both know you can’t keep your eyes off me Hyunjin: Not that I blame you You: It’s amazing your head still fits through doors Hyunjin: You’d be the first to notice if it didn’t

Your nostrils flare. No matter what you say, he always flips it back on you. Admittedly, you are a little tipsy, so you’re not fully on your game, but it’s still annoying as fuck. And right now, you really don’t need another reason to be frustrated.

You: Whatever, Hyunjinnie

You cast another glance at Hyunjin, delighting in the way he frowns at your response. He hates it when you call him that.

You take a moment to locate the rest of your friends. Changbin’s still sitting with Hyunjin. Jeongin and Chan are doing shots at the bar. Minho and Jisung are in their own little world on the dance floor, arms draped around one another. Neither Felix nor Seungmin seemed to have noticed that you have dropped out of their discussion. Part of you feels guilty for ignoring them, but, well, you’re a little fired up now, and the only thing that would make you feel better would be getting the last word in with Hyunjin for once.

You take a sip of your cocktail, floating the cold liquid on your tongue as you devise your next line of attack, when your phone buzzes again. 

Hyunjin: I have another photo for you You: Why? Hyunjin: Because I think you’d like it You: Oh really? Like you know what I like Hyunjin: Always so argumentative Hyunjin: You’re pretty easy to figure out Hyunjin: The staring makes it incredibly obvious

Such an ass.

You: Fuck off Hyunjin: I will not You: What’s your game, man? Hyunjin: No game Hyunjin: Can’t I just do something nice for you?

The man is a riddle. An enigma draped in Versace. 

You type out “I guess there’s a first time for everything” and press send, putting your phone down long enough to watch him get the text. Hyunjin laughs to himself, smiling down at his screen, and there’s this weird feeling of satisfaction in your stomach at the sight. Whatever, you like making people laugh, even assholes like him. So what.

You tell yourself that you’re not going to wait at his beck and call, jumping to read his texts as they come in, if in fact he keeps sending them, but then your phone vibrates again and you snap it up immediately, because you’re a liar.

Hyunjin: Just trust me Hyunjin: You want this Hyunjin: But I want something first You: Oh here we go You: There’s the catch A hand waves over your phone. “Hi, hello, are we boring you?” 

Quickly, you turn it over before Seungmin can see your text thread. “No, sorry, I was just, uh - “

“Hey, leave her be,” your savior Felix says, pushing Seungmin lightly. “She’s had a rough couple of weeks. She shouldn’t have to suffer through your boring work stories, too.”

“Hey!” 

Seungmin and Felix dissolve into arguing as you covertly flip your phone back over. 

Hyunjin: I’m not asking much Hyunjin: Just a photo of you. A photo for a photo

He can’t be serious.

You: I’m not sending you a nude Hyunjin: Did I say nude? No, I did not Hyunjin: A normal selfie, that’s all

Again your suspicion rises. What is he playing at? Where is this going? 

You: But WHY? Hyunjin: Maybe I can’t stop staring, either

Your breath catches in your throat. When you look up, he’s gazing at you again, but his expression is less smug than usual and more… ravenous. 

You turn away so fast, your neck cracks. 

Hyunjin: So? Send me a pic.

There’s no reason for you to agree to this. Absolutely no reason at all. Beyond, of course, your burning curiosity. 

It’s really going to get you in trouble one day.

Grabbing your clutch, you slip off your chair. “Ladies room,” you announce, glancing at Felix and Seungmin, who aren’t listening anyway, still squabbling. You wander just far enough out of sight of your friends, find a spot with good lighting back near the bar (because even if it’s just for Hyunjin, your vanity will not let you take an unflattering photo), and snap a quick picture, firing it off right away. 

As you’re sliding back into your seat, your phone vibrates. Hyunjin sent another photo. 

You swallow reflexively. Holy shit. It’s a shot of his crotch, dress pants straining to contain what is clearly a massive cock, gripped through the fabric by long fingers.

Hwang Hyunjin sent you a dick pic. 

So it’s not big dick energy, it’s just big dick, is the first coherent thought you have once the screeching inside your head stops. It occurs to you that you’ve been gawking unblinkingly at your phone for at least several minutes, so you raise your head to make sure your friends aren’t watching you, and thankfully they’re not. Really, you should know better than to underestimate just how much Felix and Seungmin love to bicker.

But what are you supposed to say to Hyunjin now? Your thumbs hover, waiting for inspiration, but you’re stuck. 

Hyunjin: Wow, are you speechless? Hyunjin: Guess there really is a first time for everything

Even without looking, you know he’s smirking at you from across the room. Suddenly, you need another drink, so you mumble “bar” in Felix’s direction and stumble away. As the bartender mixes you another cocktail, you grip your phone tightly, waging an inner war with yourself. 

You should look at the photo again. You shouldn’t look at the photo again. You should delete it, and Hyunjin’s number, and maybe throw the phone in the nearest trash bin too, just for extra comfort. But holy fuck, do you want to look at the photo again!

What you really don’t want is to think about the effect that photo has had on your pussy, because it’s humiliating how much she’s throbbing right now. 

“I’ll take one of those as well, thanks.” A hand waves towards the bartender, and your treacherous brain immediately recognizes those fingers as the fingers from Hyunjin’s photo, and starts picturing what those lithe digits would look like wrapped around your throat. Great. Now your brain has joined your pussy. Traitors. 

You say nothing as Hyunjin takes the seat next to you. Partly because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s gotten under your skin again, albeit in a very different way, but also partly because you’re still not sure what to say. 

“You know,” Hyunjin bends towards you, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your ear, “if I’d known that all it would take to get you to stop arguing with me was showing you my cock, I would’ve introduced you much sooner.” 

“God, you are just - just the worst,” you snarl, teeth clenched hard enough to give you a headache. 

“Now really, is that any way to speak to someone who just gave you a gift?” Hyunjin sips his drink calmly. 

Well, there’s the Hyunjin you recognize. What you don’t understand is how he’s still making your cunt drip with need. All you can think about right now is what he’s hiding under those suit pants. Are you really this dumbstruck by cock? 

(Yes. Yes, you are.)

“Me and every other woman in this club, I bet. You probably air dropped it to the whole room.” You wouldn’t put it past him. Maybe that was his plan the whole time - work you up then leave you begging while he hooked up with someone else. As if you’d beg. 

“Oh no, that was just for you.” 

“Uh-huh, sure.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Hyunjin clicks his tongue. “Come on. You know how selective I am when it comes to my clothes or my liquor. Why would I be any less selective about who I fuck?” 

“Who you fuck?” Whoa, who said anything about fucking? Besides your duplicitous brain and pussy. “Who - who said - that’s not - I mean -” You’ve suddenly become the Big Bad Wolf, huffing and puffing, unable to form a complete sentence. 

Hyunjin rises, leaning over you as you gaze up at him from your barstool. He places his hands on the bar, one arm on either side of you, bracketing you in, wild eyes trailing down your figure slowly before he smiles, hungry and sharp, and you realize, no, here’s the wolf. 

“Listen, there’s no reason we can’t fuck. Friends fuck all the time.” His hand glides over your shoulder, light as a feather, and you watch dazedly as goosebumps ripple along your skin. His touch is electric. 

“Is that what we are? Friends?” 

Hyunjin shrugs, lips twisted in a droll smile. “Close enough. This doesn’t have to be complicated. You said it yourself - you’re in need.”

“What? When did - I never said that!” Again you struggle to speak coherently, sputtering in your confusion.

Hyunjin frowns. “Ah, you’re right, I misspoke. That was Felix who said that, wasn’t it? On the ride here?” 

You curse inwardly, remembering the private discussion you and Felix had had on the way to the club, when you were discussing your dry spell. Or at least, it was supposed to be private, but obviously someone had been listening in. Felix had offered to play wingman for you, saying he wouldn’t let anything keep him from helping you “in your time of need” - a bit dramatic, but that was Felix for you. 

You’d waved him off, insisting that you could snag someone without any help. But here you are, drowning your sorrows at the bar with no possibilities in sight. Maybe you should’ve accepted Felix’s help after all. 

“That’s not…” Sighing, you shrug. There was no point in trying to deny what he’d heard. “Fine, yeah, I came here tonight hoping to leave with someone, but I didn’t mean you!” 

“That’s because you didn’t know I was an option.” Again his gaze travels down your body, lingering like a slow caress. “But after seeing the way you look tonight, I had to offer myself up.” 

Always. So. Cocky. You want to deny that his words have an effect on you. Want to. But can’t.

And like that, your resolve starts to slip. 

“You really want to help me out?” you ask. He nods, irises blown as his eyes flicker to yours, and it puts fire in your belly, has you biting your lip in contemplation. “What makes you think you have what I need?”  

Hyunjin doesn’t bother to check if any of your friends are watching as he steps closer, like he doesn’t care if anyone sees the way he cups your cheek. Or how he slides his thumb over your lips, dragging the bottom one down before lowering his mouth towards yours. He hangs there, just for a second - just long enough for you to tip your face up in a wordless answer.

His touch has nothing on his kiss. Your whole body thrums from head to toe, fizzing like the champagne on your tongue earlier, sweet and effervescent. His hand falls to your hip, squeezes there suddenly, and you feel a rush of heat between your thighs. 

Hyunjin’s plush lips part, letting the tip of his tongue briefly nudge against yours before he pulls away, leaving you blinking dumbly. He lets out a low chuckle, gently wiping a drop of spit from your chin. 

“I just know.”

You’re too busy licking the inside of your lips, hunting for any lingering trace of him, to respond.  

“Let me lay it out for you, so there’s no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you don’t want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.” His eyes dip to your mouth and back, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to make a move again. Needing him to. “Just think about it.” 

And then he walks away, leaving you nearly toppling off your seat, floundering in his wake. 

The ice cubes in your cocktail have all but melted by the time you remember you ordered another drink. Sipping it slowly, you replay the last several minutes in your head. Did all of that just happen? Did Hyunjin really just offer himself to you? And then kiss you like that?

You feel like you’re going out of your mind. 

“Just think about it.” 

Hyunjin’s last words echo in your head as you wander on wobbly legs back towards the table where Felix and Seungmin are still standing. 

And oh, god, do you think about it. 

For the rest of the night, no matter how many conversations you have with your other friends, no matter how hard you dance, no matter what you do - the sole thought occupying your brain is what it would be like to fuck Hyunjin. Again and again, you picture him above you, beneath you, behind you, big cock stretching you out, making you scream his name. 

But it’s not worth it to give in to him. It can’t be. Good dick - if it’s good - can’t be enough to undo all the annoying shit he does, can it?

You cut yourself off early in the night, explaining that someone needs to stay sober enough to call for rides, but really you’re afraid that if you get completely blitzed, you’ll end up admitting something you don’t want to admit and going home with Hyunjin. Your friends honor your noble sacrifice by achieving impressive levels of drunk, ranging from delightful (Felix repeatedly booping you on the nose, calling you his “widdle buddy”) to disastrous (Chan, who gets upset when the guy he hits on in the bathroom doesn’t respond - turns out he was hitting on his own reflection - before falling asleep in a stall). 

Since the club is in the middle of downtown, you arrange for two cars to pick you and your friends up - one heading east, one heading west. Changbin, Chan, Hyunjin, and you pile into the ride heading west. Changbin hops into the passenger’s seat before you can slip in, leaving you smushed in the back between Hyunjin and Chan’s gigantic thighs. 

Said thighs are splayed a bit as Chan’s head lolls back, a loud snore erupting out of him as the car makes its first stop outside Changbin’s apartment. 

“Can’t take him anywhere,” Changbin grunts, snapping a rather unflattering photo of Chan sleeping with his mouth wide open, obviously saving it to drop in the group chat at the most opportune time. “Can you two make sure he gets home okay? I know it’s a bit out of the way, but, well, look at him.” 

Chan continues to rumble like a fighter jet, unaware of everything going on around him. 

“Yeah, don’t worry, we got him,” Hyunjin replies, and you just nod. “Night, ‘Bin.” 

Changbin gives the driver Chan’s address and then he ducks out of the cab. Your place is technically the next closest, but getting Chan back to his place safe and sound is the priority. 

With Chan sleeping next to you, it’s basically just you and Hyunjin alone now. A fact that has also occurred to Hyunjin, whose hand has been drifting further and further around your waist the entire ride. Now it slides around openly, tucking you against his side. You could fight it if you so desired - he’s not holding you tightly. He’s giving you the chance to escape. 

You’re not sure you want to.

“Have you thought about it?” he murmurs, nose against your ear. 

Your body reacts to the tone of his voice, thighs rubbing together, as you nod. 

“And what did you decide?” 

“I - I don’t know.” 

A puff of air tickles your skin as he laughs derisively. “Do you really need some convincing?” 

Chan snuffles loudly, reminding you that there’s another person right next to you, since your entire focus is on Hyunjin, and the way his hand is now creeping beneath the open back of your dress, and slowly moving up your rib cage. 

When he cups your left breast, you stifle a gasp. But you can’t stop the tiny “ah!” that escapes when he gently pinches your nipple. You attempt to cover it with a cough, hoping the driver’s lack of visible response means he didn’t hear you. Meanwhile, next to you, Chan doesn’t stir. 

“Feel good?” Hyunjin coos quietly. “Must’ve felt good, given the way you’re squirming right now.” 

Your hips have started to rock of their own volition. Brain, hips, pussy, all on your shit list. 

“But just think how much better it’ll feel when it’s my mouth.” His tongue flicks the shell of your ear before he sucks your earlobe into his warm mouth. A preview of what’s to come. It makes you squirm even harder, dying for any sort of relief for the aching between your legs. 

Remarkably, you manage to speak, hissing, “You’re a demon.” 

Hyunjin laughs. “You’ve no idea.” 

His hand stays where it is until the car pulls up at the curb outside Chan’s house. It takes a minute for the two of you to wake Chan, then another minute for him to realize where he is, then yet another minute for him to slide out of the car. Hyunjin sighs and also climbs out of the cab to make sure Chan gets into his house safely. 

When Hyunjin returns, the driver glances in the rearview mirror. “So, one more stop, or two?” 

You blink at the question. The air in the cab feels heavy with implication. Hyunjin says nothing, but looks at you expectantly, and you understand - the choice is yours.

You glance at your hands, as if they’ll help you choose. Your watch informs you that it’s 2:12 in the morning. Don’t they always say not to trust any decisions you make after two am?

When the driver clears his throat a little too loudly, Hyunjin’s fingers grip your chin. 

“Well? You heard him - one stop or two?” 

You meet his gaze, surprised to find a fire burning in his eyes. 

Maybe you’d be a fool to run towards it, seeking warmth where there might only be danger. 

Fine, then. You’re a fool. 

“One.” 

With a satisfied grin, Hyunjin gives the driver his address.

You’re a little tense during the elevator ride up to Hyunjin’s apartment. Hyunjin, on the other hand, looks completely relaxed, quietly leaning against the wall with his normal blasé expression on his face. Like you’re not about to cross a boundary here that you never expected to cross. Like this was inevitable. 

As soon as you’re both inside and his door is locked, he turns to face you, and you suck in a deep breath, waiting impatiently for him to touch you again. 

Instead, he asks, “Do you want some water?” 

“Um, yeah, sure.” 

He must read confusion on your face - at least, you hope it looks like confusion and not disappointment - because the corner of his mouth lifts in a small smile. 

“A few questions first,” he says, walking into his kitchen, sliding his suit jacket off as he goes. “Are you in good health?”

“Am I - am I in good health?”

Hyunjin tuts. “I’d ask if you need me to repeat myself but clearly you heard the question.” 

You stare at his back, brows furrowing as you decipher his meaning. “Are you asking if I’ve been tested recently? Yes, I have been. Nothing to report.” 

“Good, me too,” he replies, yanking his tie off and tossing it onto the counter before opening the fridge and grabbing you both a bottle of water. He eyes you as he opens his. “Are you on birth control?”

“Is this what you’re like on a date? Does your foreplay always involve interrogating your partner with clinical questions?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He tilts his head back as he drinks, so he doesn’t catch the glare you shoot his way. “Answer the question.” 

“Yes, dick, I’m on birth control.” You take a swig of your water. The memory of his touch in the taxi is fading more and more with every second that passes. With a clearer head, you’re starting to question if you’ve made the right choice. 

“Good,” he repeats, wiping his mouth. “I prefer to fuck raw.” 

You clench around nothing at the thought, but scowl anyway. “What about what I prefer?” 

Hyunjin just hums, fingers brushing your cheek before they tap under your chin. “Do you want me to use a condom?” There’s no drollness or sarcasm to his tone. He’s genuinely asking. 

“No.” Your pride takes a tiny hit at the way you answer him immediately, without hesitation.

Just as quickly as his gentle tone came, it disappears again, vanishing as Hyunjin flashes a smug smile. “That’s what I thought.”

“That’s what - oh fuck off.” There he is again, that cocky asshole. Reflexively, you curse at him, ready to fight. “Fuck you, you don’t know anything about me.”

“How many times do I need to tell you that I do? You’re so easy to read.” 

“Really?” Okay then. You’ll call his bluff. “Go ahead, Hyunjinnie. Tell me what I like.” 

He rolls his eyes. His fingers make quick work of his cufflinks, setting them on the granite top beside him, and he slides his sleeves up, revealing toned forearms beneath. 

“Well, for starters, you love getting under my skin with that infantile nickname.” 

“No shit. Everyone knows that.” 

“You live for arguing, especially with me. Can’t let a single sentence go by without snapping back.” 

“Maybe that’s because you’re always wrong.”

Hyunjin doesn’t take the bait, merely leans back against the counter, examining you so openly that you feel exposed, so you cross your arms, as if that will help you block his penetrating gaze. He takes a few seconds before speaking again. 

“No, it’s not that. Though I’m sure that’s what you tell yourself. If it were, you wouldn’t be here right now.” 

He speaks so calmly, so self-assuredly. It’s maddening, even though you’re burning with curiosity. Makes you want to know more, so you press him again. “Okay, then - what is it? Why am I here?” 

“Because you wanted someone to take control.” He spreads his arms wide. “And here I am.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“You know. You want someone else to be in charge. Make the decisions. Do the work for you. Then fuck you so hard that all those thoughts just fly right out of that pretty little head of yours.” He says it all so matter-of-factly, like it’s completely evident, your deepest desires laid bare for all to witness.

You want to dismiss his words, act like he’s so far off the mark that he’s on another planet, but you’re too surprised by his answer to respond with anything other than stunned silence. His arrogant smile returns. Clearly he was expecting you to fight, so your lack of a snappy comeback only confirms to him that he’s right. 

“Just look at what you’re wearing,” he continues. “That tight dress screams ‘please fuck me stupid!’ Lucky for you, that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

You find your voice. “Oh, now you’re judging my clothing? And - and slut shaming me?” 

“Please. I’m always judging your clothing. But it’s a taste thing, not some sort of moral judgment.” He smirks. “And I’m very supportive of sluts, thank you.” 

As he sips his water, you replay the entire evening in your mind. Sending you the photos. Kissing you. Making the offer. Fuck. He really did do the work for you tonight. Was there ever a chance you were going to say no? Judging by Hyunjin’s attitude, this moment was never in doubt. He knew you’d end up here with him.  

The other realization that dawns on you is - you’re not mad about any of that. The only thing you’re mad about is that, once again, he’s right about something. And he knows it. 

Okay. Fine. You want to be fucked stupid. But does he have to be so fucking rude about it??

“Maybe this was a bad idea.”

He suddenly steps towards you. His expression is so intense that you move without thinking, backing all the way into the fridge. Your heart feels like it might burst through your ribcage at the slightest provocation, breath leaving your lungs in tiny exhalations as his thumb ghosts your cheek. 

Not because you’re scared. Because you’re excited.

“Tell me you don’t want to kiss me.”

Hyunjin says the words softly, but there’s a firmness to his gaze that makes you swallow hard.

Your lips don’t move. 

He kisses you. Wraps his hands around your waist, pulls you to his demanding mouth, head turning this way and that as his lips crash onto yours.

You kiss him back. Just as greedily, just as deeply. 

His hand strokes your thigh. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”

You make no noise.

His fingers crawl beneath your skirt, dancing over the silk of your underwear. Your gasp warms his tongue. A throaty growl chokes him.

“So wet for me.” He brings his hand up to show you the evidence, skin glistening. As if you didn’t already know.

He surges forward, pinning you to the fridge, mouth blazing a trail from your ear to your neck as his fingers press into your soaking slit.

“Ah, Hyunjin!” you whimper, clutching wildly at his bicep. The swell of his arm bulges as his fingers slowly search your inner walls, like they’re mapping every inch of you. When they trace over your g-spot, they linger, brushing again and again. “Oh my god!”

“Tell me,” he implores, husky voice breaking, like he’s barely in control, “tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you don’t want this - don’t want me - and I’ll call you a ride and we’ll never talk about this again.” 

His forehead bumps yours, eyes smoldering with bright intensity, hand still plunging.

This time, you speak, chest heaving as you gasp for air.

“Don’t - don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

A smile spreads across Hyunjin’s face. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other hand still working between your thighs. You moan, feeling his erection digging into your hip as he presses himself against you, holding you firmly in place while he adds a third finger to the two already fucking you open. 

“Say it,” he commands, mouth wet and hot on your cheek. “Tell me what you want.” 

“I want, oh, fuck, I, I want you to fuck me, Hyunjin.”

In an instant, he’s disentangled himself from you, and you can’t help but whine very loudly at the sudden loss of his fingers. Hyunjin just smirks at your naked desperation, spinning you around so you’re in front of him. 

“Come on,” he says, lightly pinching your ass to make you move. You yelp, smacking him on the arm, but he just laughs. “I’m not fucking you in here. Let’s go.” 

“Asshole,” you curse, but you go anyway, because all you want is for him to touch you again, and if he’s refusing to do it in here, then why would you want to stay? You’re going wherever his hands go. 

Maybe you should feel ashamed, for giving in so easily. But you don’t. All you feel is desire. This is what you want. What you need. 

Hyunjin’s fingers press lightly on the small of your back as he guides you down the hallway to his bedroom. It’s just as ostentatious as the rest of his place - expensive-looking light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, dark leather headboard and frame for his gigantic bed, which is covered in piles of plush-looking blankets and pillows. There’s a gorgeous painting taking up most of the wall above his bed. 

He doesn’t give you much time to admire the room, because as soon as you’re in front of the bed, he spins you again, hands reaching for the zipper of your dress, sliding it to the ground, leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties. Before you can tell him to stop pushing you around, he’s kissing you fervently, like he’s been dying the entire time his mouth has been away from yours these last few minutes, and suddenly you forget that you’re irritated. 

Hyunjin backs you onto the bed, breaking away from your lips long enough to urge you to move towards the headboard, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side as he follows. When his fingers grab for his belt, they find yours already there, making short work of the buckle. He groans in delight, deciding to use his hands to grope your bare breasts while you unzip his pants. 

“Can’t wait to see it in real life, huh?” he asks, dragging his thumbs over your nipples. He chuckles when you just whimper, back arching slightly to encourage him to keep touching you.

The truth is, yes, you can’t wait to see Hyunjin’s massive dick, but more importantly, you can’t wait to feel it inside you, so you continue with your task, pushing his pants and boxers down together. And god, what a cock it is, long and thick and positively darkened with need. Smeared drops of excitement coat the head, and the sight makes your mouth water. 

He rises up to kneel between your legs, grabbing his cock with one hand and giving it a few lazy pumps. “Well? Don’t tell me you’re speechless again.” 

“Goddamn it,” you huff in exasperation, “you’re the fucking worst.” But you can’t stop staring as he gently squeezes the head, making a pleased noise, relieving himself a little while he watches you writhe in impatience. 

“You’ll be singing a different tune in a moment, sweetheart.” 

Your nose wrinkles at how easily ‘sweetheart’ drips off his tongue. “Just put it in me already,” you demand, leaning back on your elbows, licking your lips as you peer up at him, trying to send a blatant “fuck me!” signal with every inch of your body. 

Hyunjin tuts, lifting one of his gorgeously thick eyebrows. “Right to it? Is that what you really want?” In one swift motion, he hooks a finger under your panties and drags them down and off. It’d be a more impressive move if anyone but him were doing it. 

“I just… I thought we were gonna fuck?” Isn’t that what you’re here for?

“Of course we are. But is that how you typically do it? No foreplay, no build up?” His fingers rake down your stomach, trail over your thighs, causing your body to twitch with shivers. “That doesn’t sound like any fun at all.”

It’s not how you’d prefer to do this, no. You’re just surprised that he agrees. So you say nothing in reply, visibly closing your mouth while he maneuvers you into position, pushing your legs up so your knees bend, your thighs meeting your stomach, completely exposing your cunt to him. 

“That’s better. Just let me play with you a little first, sweetheart. I promise you’ll like it.” 

Your instinct is to argue with him, tell him he has no idea what you’d like, but you’ve already done that tonight. And you were wrong. So again, you bite your tongue. 

Until he extends his own, letting a string of spit fall onto your pussy.

“Ew, Hyunjin!” You’re disgusted, but not with him. Why do you find that so hot?

“Too much?” he inquires, letting go of your legs as he glances at you. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen a real expression of concern on his face before. It rattles you slightly. 

Biting your lip, you shake your head. “No - keep going.” 

He nods, hands reaching for your thighs again. “If I hit any hard no’s for you, say something, and I promise I’ll stop, okay?” 

“I will.” 

He bows over you again, licking a straight line up your slit. With a moan, you let your head drop back against the pillows. His mouth feels absolutely divine.

Where others in the past just dove in, Hyunjin takes his time. He drags his tongue around slowly, licking through your soaking folds, tasting you. It reminds you of the way you’d seen him drink a really fine whisky, holding it in his mouth, quietly identifying every note, every flavor. Relishing, instead of rushing. 

When his lips brush over your clit, leaving teasing kisses, you moan. Hyunjin hums, a self-satisfied little rumble, and lifts his head. “See? Told you you’d like this.” 

“Please, shut up and suck my clit.” It’s meant to be an order but definitely sounds like a pathetic whine. Whatever, as long as he listens. 

He listens. Those plush lips that you can’t stop yourself from staring at roll over your already throbbing little nub and warm pleasure runs down your spine before pooling in your belly. His dark hair keeps falling in his face, obscuring him from your view, and for some reason you can’t have that. Tentatively, you reach out, hand shaking a little. 

Hyunjin hums when your fingers slide through his soft locks, pushing the strands back, holding them in place so you can see his eyes, the way they squeeze shut when he sucks noisily on your clit. The sounds he makes are so loud, completely uninhibited, moaning and grunting as his lips smack and his tongue laps. 

He uses said tongue to fuck you expertly, his movements so confident, so sure. He reads every quiver, listens to every moan, figures out how to work you up with quick, teasing shallow plunges, before slowing it down, going deeper, tongue brushing your walls like he’s speaking a language only your body understands. 

“Hyunjin,” you sigh, unable to tear your eyes away from him. 

His mouth parts from you long enough for him to speak. “There it is. There’s the tone I was looking for. Enjoy this, sweetheart. I know I am.” 

You’re enjoying it so much that you unexpectedly whimper when he stops again a moment later, feeling a little embarrassed as he exhales a quiet laugh into your warmth. “Just hold on,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue up your slit to pass over your clit again and again, before sliding a finger into your clenching hole.

“Ohhhh.” 

The combination is so good, his finger filling you while his mouth suctions to you, that your eyes flutter shut. He pulls out and glides back in, all the way to his knuckles in one smooth motion, your wet folds parting so easily for him. He’s done an amazing job of spreading your slickness around, coating your inner thighs, messing his bed beneath you. 

“Gonna make you come,” Hyunjin says, spreading you open with two fingers now. “Need you to come before I can fuck you just like you want. Can you do that for me?”

The tension in your gut tells you that that shouldn’t be a problem. Both fingers have curled inside you, stroking over your soft spot, making you pant, clutching Hyunjin’s satin sheets for dear life. 

“Hy-Hyun-”

Before you can even finish saying his name, the tension snaps, nerves firing from your cunt to your toes, causing your legs to lock up. Hyunjin groans, moving his hands to grasp at your thighs, trying to loosen their squeeze. 

“Easy, sweetheart, don’t take me out just yet.” When your body finally starts to relax, he grins. “There we go. Good girl.”

If this were any other time, you’d snap at him for dropping that pet phrase on you. But you’re too blissed out at the moment, practically purring as he starts to kiss his way up your torso. 

When he reaches your breasts, he joins you, a low rumble sounding from the back of his throat. His nose nuzzles between them, as he leaves loud kisses on their swelling curves. 

Another thing Hyunjin isn’t wrong about - his mouth feels much better than his fingers do on your nipples, tongue gliding like warm velvet against the pert nubs. You continuously moan, until you’re nearly panting, fingers once again finding his dark locks and threading themselves between. 

“How am I doing, sweetheart?” he murmurs.

“Good.” It doesn’t even occur to you to tell him anything but the truth. “So good, Hyunjinnie. Ah!” You flinch as he suddenly nips the other nipple, teeth clamping gently. “Why?!” 

“You and that damn nickname. I must not be doing enough if you’re still calling me that.” He rises onto his knees, shaking his head. “Guess I just gotta fuck it out of you.” 

And just like that, you feel that spark again. 

“Sure you will, Hyunjinnie,” you simper, voice dripping with honey, so sickeningly-sweet as you coo his name. It has the desired effect, making Hyunjin’s eyes flash. 

He reaches for you, pulling you up into his lap, before you can so much as breathe. “You doubting me, sweetheart?” His hands press into your hips, urging you down on him. Both of you groan as his cock slides along your cunt, and the sparks inside you ignite. 

“I’m not your sweetheart,” you spit back, feeling that familiar sense of agitation, but it’s not annoyance now, it’s anticipation. 

“And I’m not really yours, but let’s play pretend for the night,” he drawls, and you look at him with wide eyes, but he kisses away the wonder on your face, working you up with teeth and tongue, until you’re frenzied with need. Your fingers clutch at his biceps, nails sinking in to tether him closer. 

His hands on your waist guide you down again. As his cockhead breaches your lips, you keen, head falling forward onto his shoulder. 

“Holy fuck,” you gasp. The stretch is delicious, cunt already throbbing around his thickness.  

Both of you freeze when you’re fully seated on him, no sounds in the room but the rhythmic cadence of your panting intertwining with his. 

“You know,” Hyunjin speaks through grit teeth, focused on the spot where your bodies join, “we could’ve been doing this a long, long time ago.”

You don’t know what to say to that. How long has he wanted this? You’re not sure the exact answer for yourself, except that it’s longer than you’d ever truly want to confess.

“Maybe - maybe if you weren’t such a - oh, oh, oh!” Your lame attempt at a retort is lost to the rapid snapping of Hyunjin’s hips when he starts to thrust up into you. There’s nothing you can do but bounce in his lap, clinging to his shoulders as he finally fucks you just as hard as he’d promised. “Hyunjin, please!” 

Hyunjin grunts, perspiration trickling down his forehead as he concentrates on giving you what you wanted. His jaw flexes, brows drawn together in a frown, and even with this fierce expression on his face, he’s so beautiful that you can’t help yourself, diving forward to kiss that gorgeous mouth of his like you’ve always imagined, as if you weren’t just kissing him a few minutes ago, but like it’s the first time, tracing his lips with yours, imprinting the feeling of them against your own to store away in your memory for later.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” His words are the oxygen you inhale, tongues pressed together like the pages of a book. “I think I prefer you this way. So needy for my cock.” He smirks. “Kinda want to keep you like this.” 

He digs his fingers into the plump roundness of your ass as he grinds into you, sliding you back and forth. Your hips undulate, rolling you down on his big cock, feeling every inch of him rubbing against your walls. 

“Hyu-hyu-hyun!” 

It’s impossible to get an entire word out, given the pace at which Hyunjin’s strokes are jostling you. Your staccato cries get louder when he switches it up, laying you on your back and shoving a pillow under your hips. His thighs smack into your ass with every plunge of his thick length, and again you can do nothing but try to breathe, drowning in euphoria as you are.

“Yeah, you’re best just like this. Stuffed full of cock, no room for thoughts. Or arguments.” 

“F-fuck!” You were trying to say ‘fuck off’ but Hyunjin chose that moment to thumb at your clit, giving the aching nub the friction it so badly needed. Your hips buck up, making Hyunjin groan.

“Just like that, so good for me.” 

You whine involuntarily at his praise, hips lifting again, trying to take him deeper. Every stroke of his cock lights you up, your body tingling from head to toe. The strong thrumming in your gut is going to overtake you soon and you’re finally going to get what you’ve been needing for weeks now. And it’s Hyunjin of all people who is going to give it to you. 

You’re pulled out of your reverie as Hyunjin suddenly pulls out, falling onto his side next to you. 

“What are y- oh!” You gasp as he turns you on your side, facing away from him. One hand lifts  your leg, sliding it back until your calf loops over his. Then he enters you again, and again, thrusting in deep, powerful movements. “Oh, fuck, goddamn.” 

“That’s right,” he growls, arm beneath you bending, hand coming to a rest around your throat. Not squeezing, but holding you in place, back pressed to his front. You’re both covered in sweat, bodies gliding over one another, making it hard for him to keep his pace. So his fingers spread on your chest, locking you in place, giving him leverage to pound into you. “Take it, sweetheart. Take what I give you like a good girl.” 

“Ahhh,” you moan, “don’t - don’t call me that.” 

“No? You don’t like being praised?” Hyunjin releases his hold on your thigh, running his others fingers around where his cock keeps sliding between your lips. “Your pussy tells me another story. You’re soaking my sheets.”

“Nah - ah - not that, ’s not that.” With this slightly slower rhythm, you’re able to speak, but full sentences still seem hard. “Like praise. Hate - hate good girl.” 

“Ohhh, I see.” Hyunjin laughs breathily. “I should’ve known. You’re too proud. Think it makes you look weak if I call you that? Hmm?” 

Even in your desperate state, you know he’s not far off from the truth. You don’t want him calling you that, because it feels like giving in to him. Letting him take control completely. Possessing you. His good girl. 

The real, honest to god truth is - you can’t let him call you that, because you do want it. And you hate how much you want it. 

So you deny it. Or at least, you try to. But all you can stutter is a weak “You’re s-such a d-dick,” as he continues snapping his hips into your ass, making your entire body jiggle in his strong grip. 

Hyunjin drops an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, wet and sloppy. You curl your fingers into his arm as you sense that you’re approaching the precipice of your orgasm. You can tell that it’s going to be an intense one, one of those climaxes that clears your mind of all thought and leaves you literally shaking in ecstasy. Just as he’d promised.

You do appreciate a man who follows through on his promises. 

Hyunjin must feel the way you’re starting to clench around him, groaning into your shoulder. “Ahh, I think this little cunt’s trying to tell me something again, sweetheart. You gonna come for me? Hmmm?” His fingers rub over your clit, the sudden touch making you jolt. “Come on, be a good girl and c-”

Twisting your head, you smash your nose into his cheek, clumsily seeking his mouth. Cutting him off with heated kisses, hoping he’ll interpret it as annoyance fueling your actions and not see it for what it truly is - untamed desire. 

A strangled cry passes from Hyunjin’s lips into yours, and with one more tweak to your clit, you come undone. Your body locks up, thighs going rigid, cunt clamping around his cock so fiercely that Hyunjin hisses loudly, forehead resting on the nape of your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he whispers in your ear. Sweat drips from his skin onto yours. “You’re gonna make me come. Is that what you want?”

You can’t answer. You’re gone, completely gone, beyond words, capable of making only the most broken, pathetic sounds, wantonly mewling as slowly grinds into you, cock rubbing against your clenching walls. When your legs start to go slack, he resumes his thrusting, but at a languorous pace, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to go easy on you now that you’re approaching overstimulation, or if he’s trying to slow himself down.

“I think it is what you want. I think you want me to fill this little pussy up with my cum, don’t you? Hmm?” His nose prods at your cheek. “A sweet creampie for my good girl?”

The whine that you let you out is pitifully loud. White hot shame spikes through you, but only for a second, the emotion quickly burnt away by your fervent need. 

“Come on, tell me. Tell me you want it.” 

“Ahhh!” You gasp as his cock sinks in deeper, hitting your g-spot. It’s almost too much, the delicious drag, and your fingers dig into his arm, nails sinking into his skin. “Fuck!”

“Tell me,” he says again, but this time there’s a plea laced into the command, a desperate edge in his tone that strikes a chord somewhere deep inside you, and suddenly you want to give him anything he needs. 

“Hyunjin, I want it, p-please!” 

Those are the magic words. Hyunjin groans, his hips falling out of their slow rhythm, jerking erratically as he does exactly what he said, shooting his load deep inside you, moaning your name the entire time. You grip the sheets so hard, you’re afraid you’ll tear them, shoving your hips back against his, riding out his climax with him. 

“Pussy’s sucking me dry, sweetheart. So greedy,” he pants, trailing kisses along your neck. “Think it wants more.” 

“Hyunjin!” You sob his name again, voice breaking. All it takes is his fingers pinching at your clit and you’re coming again, stomach twitching, breath leaving your body in one big rush. 

When your body stops trembling, Hyunjin finally slips out of you, his hand falling away from your cunt. He lets out a tired laugh.

“You can take your nails out of my arm. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Oh.” Your neck burns a little in embarrassment. You hadn’t realized you were still holding on to him so tightly, unconsciously keeping him in place. Keeping him close to you. You relax your grip, and he slides his arms around you further, locking you into his embrace. 

It’s… nice, being in Hyunjin’s arms. Really nice. Lying there, in your messy, tired state, you feel rather content. 

But the longer you lie there, just breathing together, not speaking, your head starts to fill with thoughts again. Questions. The most pressing being, at what point is he going to kick you out? Because despite everything that just happened, he’s still Hyunjin, and you’re still you, and - 

“It’s already started.” Hyunjin hums, lightly shaking you. “I can hear you thinking again.” 

Your reflexes kick back in. “It’s just what I do. You should try it some time.” 

To your surprise, Hyunjin starts to laugh. You roll over, nose bumping his as you give him a curious look. 

“What?” 

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” He brushes a finger over your cheek. “You’ve got a fighter’s instinct. It’s one of the things I admire about you. But maybe, just maybe, you don’t have to fight me all the time?” 

You stare at him as you try to make sense of the rather casual confession of admiration he just dropped. Nope. Can’t. Not right now.

“I…” You pause. “Sorry. It’s just a habit.” 

He smiles, something genuine that slowly shifts into his familiar smirk, and even as spent as you are, you feel a stirring inside you. “Guess we need to work on that.”

In the morning, you might regret what you say next. But the night’s not over yet. “Maybe you just didn’t fuck me stupid enough yet.” 

Hyunjin accepts your challenge with a kiss. 

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[23victoria]

Hecate Moon ✿

charles leclerc x emo/rock!musician!reader

summary: charles leclerc and his sexy musician girlfriend

warnings: cussing, sexual innuendos!

authors note: anon here you go 🤍!! sorry if this isn’t that good, it was kinda rushed, i’m so sorry!! girls are all from pinterest!! sorry for any typos!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

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[sunandflame]

So, I have it in my head that Kyojuro’s nipples are really sensitive (and if he doesn’t have much experience then I don’t think he would know that), but I think someone could get him real hot and bothered just by playing with them (and fuck it is so hot when big strong guys like their titties played with, amiright??)

🥹🙏🏼 could please have a drabble of someone figuring that out? Maybe both him and whoever’s getting their paws under his shirt figuring it out together? Sitting in his lap and teasing him for however long —light, tiny little pinches that make him squirm and whimper, warm, swirling circles with your fingertips that make his jaw drop open, fluttering nudges and flicks that make his hips buck under you. Anything you do to them gets a reaction, could do it for hours, but five minutes of it and he’s a wiggly, panting mess, but he doesn’t want you to stop so you try putting one in your mouth and—- 😈🥵

Dear anon baby, you are so fucking right. This is indeed very hot. When I saw this I KNEW this was way too good to dismiss this delicious idea. I am just so sorry for answering this so late. I hope you are still around and I hope you enjoy it!

Weak Spot

Warnings: suggestive, nipple play, nipple teasing, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 701

Pairing: Kyojuro x Reader

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You were sitting on your favorite place in this whole world and that was your boyfriend's lap. You liked how his muscular and big thighs felt under your thighs. In the beginning of your relationship you were so self conscious, not sure if your weight crushed him, but Kyojuro assured you that you weighed nothing for him. After you made sure that he was not lying to make you feel better for your weight, you started to sit more often on his lap as this was a way to be as close as possible. 

It was winter and you started to feel cold, searching for some heat that you knew that your boyfriend would provide. Your mind was absent when your hand wandered under his shirt, laying your hand on his chest and stroking his skin. 

A little gasp was to be heard and you lifted your head to see into your boyfriend's eyes who was starting to blush. 

“Kyojuro honey, are you okay?”  Curious you furrowed your eyebrows

“Hm, yes yes. It’s nothing!”

“If you say so…” 

You thought nothing of it and placed your head on his shoulder again and continued your stroking. Your fingers accidentally brushed his nipples and then you heard it again. That little sweet gasp of his. Can it be…? Now your hands slid over his chest not involuntarily but carefully, brushing against his nipple until you heard him holding back a whimper. Oh he is sensitive there… A mischievous idea came into your mind and your fingers were now circling around his nipple to tease him lightly. 

“My flame…” His voice was strained, as he was trying to gain his last self control, his face completely red. “Please…”

“Please what…?” Your fingers didn’t stop drawing circles around his nipple until you decided to give them a very slight flick. That caused him to buck his hip under you. He realized what he had just done and his face turned into a scarlet tone, embarrassed over his own reaction.

You undid his shirt and revealed those sweet manly titties that you were keen to explore now. You continued to stroke them with your fingers. And his jaw actually fell open when you were fluttering nudges and started to flick his nipples. The bulge of his, under your lap, was pushing against your ass and thigh. His skin was too hot and you decided that he needed a cool off by your mouth.

You drawed out your tongue, licking first his chest before you finally got to your desired target. You heard him whimper as he wiggled under you but did nothing to push you away. He enjoyed this far too much even if you overstimulated him.

Kyojuro was truly a mess. It was the first time he experienced those things and he was not sure how further he could go. His skin was tingling and feeling hot. His pants were incredibly tight and he worried that his zipper wouldn’t hold his dick anymore if you continued to play with his chest like this. Things didn't get any better when you started to dry hump him, causing more friction. That’s it. It was impossible to hold back his moan. He grabbed tightly on your waist as he tried to stop your hips from moving. 

His strength was remarkable and something that had always turned you on, but this did not stop you from continuing your play with his nipples. So you went further, licked and bit his chest, eliciting all those sweet moans and whimpers from him, while his hands bruised your waist. You did not mind at that point. You would wear those love marks with pride. 

You did a quick cat lick. It felt so deliciously warm after all that preparation you had done. So beautiful red and puckered. You sunk your teeth into his nipple and that was the moment where he came undone, trembling as he gasped for air. You felt how his cock was twitching under you and a wet spot forming on his pants. A satisfied smile was on your lips as you gave him a kiss on his lips.

“I guess we found out your weak spot, my love.”

[skythealmighty]

gang ngl i miss object universe. i should rewatch it again and get way too emotionally attached to Ice Cream and Map

#rocket talk #i made fanart of them with a steven universe song once i'm unwell

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why does gamey get to be on ii TWICE. who gave him permission

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thanks for the suggestion @cabtube-truther

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You don't hear PBSB complaining about this...

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well they're in a show that's super popular

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Yeah, and you're in one that got cancelled

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shut up you didnt even finish season one

#just one more cameo mephone4 thats all i ask

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anonymous asked: not sure you're gonna want a cameo rn mephone is going Through it

🪟 im-not-electric Follow

hold on im not actually caught up lemme see

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holy shit

#I TAKE IT BACK

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anonymous asked: omg fan pleaaaase marru me ill do anythinggg ❤❤❤🥵🥵🥵

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hey @test-tubular just checking was i ever this weird

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Weird? Always. This weird? No.

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COOL just checking anyway

no please stop sending me these

#fans fantastic asks #this is the least weird anon ask from i think this specific anon #ive blocked them but oh my god #NO!!!

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💥🔃 fans-fantastic-features Follow reblogged 4️⃣ four-therecord

2️⃣ hey-two Follow

Hello everyone!! 👋 Since I've gotten many an ask about my cheesecake recipe from previous TPOT episodes, I've decided to make a longpost and put it here for you all to use!! Feel free to use without credit but credit is still appreciated 😊

Keep reading

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i hate you

#so they ARE on here #followed both immediately #how did i not come across them earlier...

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Recovery across different universes, a scientific theory

(Full post below the cut)

((Thank you to @not-tally-hall for the testimony regarding the S*n!))

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boring 👎👎👎👎

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Get off my post

⛳ bossy-bot Follow

This is incredibly fascinating and an enjoyable read! There are some points of debate I've brought up in DMs, but otherwise this is a very solid theory. Good job!

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Thank you, that means a lot!!

#I follow your papers closely so hearing that coming from you is an honor #anyway back to my regularly scheduled nonsense

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Bonjour! J'ai découvert ce cite grâce à des vidéos amusantes

Je suis encore en train de m'habiteur à la société et je pense que c'est une bonne façon de me faire des amis! Enchanté de vous recontrer tous 😃

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bienvenue sur le site de l'enfer ! la plupart des gens ici ne parlent qu'anglais, vous pouvez donc m'envoyer un message si vous voulez parler à quelqu'un en français. je peux également vous montrer des endroits en ligne pour apprendre l'anglais

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Cela signifierait beaucoup pour moi, merci

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bien sûr!

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Baguette we all know you're not actually French you don't need to keep pretending 😒...

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K

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anonymous asked: your iconic quote from episode 10 has unfortunately become a vocal stim for me. please help, i'm suffering

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Hey? This is the funniest ask anyone's ever sent me. Can we make out behind a Denny's

#my condolences though oh my god 😭

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Guys, this site is easy! Just watch

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Based ball? Based on what?

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#hey. are you doing okay

No

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Finally watched II! Good show. I want that twink OJ dead why is he like that

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Date of origin: November 2nd, 2020

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I DIDNT MEAN IT I DIDNT MEAN IT I DIDNT MEAN JT I DIDNT

#😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Thanks everyone for the help so far! I'm not too much of a science nerd, unfortunately, @bossy-bot, so I didn't understand everything in the papers you sent me- but they still helped a ton! Especially the coding help. I was a telemarketer, not an IT person...

Now that I know what I'm doing, I have some free time. With some recommendations from @fans-fantastic-features:

If you have any other recommendations, just leave them in the comments. And please go and send help to @fire-cartoon-schtick while you're at it!

[kaliforniahigh]

Hey! I'm the anon that asked for a story for each version of Noah lol. I just wanted to say thank you! and each story has been amazing!! 🥵💯 Thank you again! 🫶🏻

Hii, anon! I'm glad you liked it! Since you're back, I'm gonna use this ask to post the third and final story. This is type 3 Noah, so expect a lot of fluffiness. Just to remind y'all, I'm referring to this post.

Warnings: smut, really soft though ;')

Not proofread!

You've been snuggled under the covers for a couple of hours now, watching some reruns of your favorite series, drifting in and out of sleep with the feeling of Noah's hands on your hair.

You liked times like these. The house was quiet, the room was dark and you had a relaxing candle burning on the bedside table and your boyfriend snuggling you. You couldn't ask for anything else.

As you laid back on his chest, you noticed he was incredibly distracted by your left hand, fingers grazing over your knuckles softly. You let a few seconds pass by before you ask him "what's on your mind?"

He directed his attention back to you. "Oh, nothing, just..." he trailed off, a little unsure of his next words "just thinking about how pretty your hand would look with a gold band right here", he pointed to your ring finger.

Talking about marriage wasn't a foreign concept for the both of you, but he was never so direct before, and it left you a little speechless, before you recovered yourself. "I think a gold band would look incredible in contrast with the tattoos you have on your fingers"

He sofly grabbed the side of your face, prompting you to turn around and face him. "You think so?", he had the most beautiful bashful smile across his face. As if the idea of you wanting to marry him was a surprise. There is never day that goes by that you don't think about spending forever with him.

"I know so", you said, with the most certainty in your voice. He pulled you in for a soft kiss, cradling your face in earnest. "Well then, Mrs Davis, I would like to show you how much I love you on this wonderful night", he said in a whisper, as he moved to your neck and collarbone.

"Of course, Mr. Davis. You can do as you please"

So he traveled lower, eventually getting himself covered by the comforter that was over the two of you. You could feel his breath on your thighs, as you decided to skip on the pants for the ultimate comfort.

He placed some light kisses there, squeezing the outside of your thighs with his strong hands, but every movement felt as soft as the feel of his lips on you. He eventually pushed your panties to the side, placing his mouth where you wanted him the most.

His ministrations were slow and precise, showing you that he wanted to take his time with you tonight. He alternated between using his mouth and fingers to trace lazy circles, as you let out soft pants.

Soon you could feel the tight knot wanting to unravel, as he noticed this, he pulled the covers off, stoping for a minute to take your hands in his and intertwine your fingers, placing your connected palms on your stomach.

"I can't wait to do this with you on our first night officially married", he said a little out of breath. And his words were all you needed to finally let go, squeezing his hand that was on yours, as his other one ran up and down your leg.

When he noticed you were ready to come down from your high, he kissed his way up, back to place his lips on yours, as he pushed a few strands of hair that got in your face.

"I still have to buy you a ring and think of the perfect way to propose to you. But you don't know how happy it makes me that you wanna be on this journey with me", you could hear the adoration and devotion in his words.

Taking his face in your hands, you reassured him "there was nowhere else I would rather be, but on this journey with you"

Dividers: @cafekitsune

[tan1shere]

Hii, I have an idea for a young miko fic. So basically we’re at her concert right? And we are holding some sort of sign that makes her notice us. (The sign can have anything on it!) Then as she sees the sign, she gets all (ANY EMOTION) and giggling wtv. she gets one of her staff, and tells them something like this “hey, do you see that pretty girl that’s holding up that sign? Get her and bring me her after the concert.” Basically the staff OBVIOUSLY says YES. Then after when we get asked like “hey miko wanted us to bring you to her? If that’s okay with you.” we SAY yes! (obviously) we meet up with her, and TALK, TALK. After that she wants to get our number?!!??!?! yes, yes. Then A DATEEEE. after the date things start to get spicy 🥵 (LOL) (in the end we make out) We meet her friends, producers. The. This one friend is all over her (like what she’s mine??) we start to get jealous, and stuff. She starts to realize and starts laughing at our jealousy. She’s like let’s go home, and we are like alright. she starts to say why we were acting that way, we tell her we were jealous of the girl 😡. Then she’s like okay I’ll block her wtv. “It’s okay baby, I can block her if you want” “baby you know that your mine I would never want anyone else.” Then (INSERT ANOTHER SPICY 🥵 PART.) BOOM ENDING LOL.

- ⭐️🩷

Dreamin

Young Miko X female reader !

A/n: I'm so sorry starheart anon 😔 it's taken me like months to get into it so I'm deeply sorry. motivation hasn't been so great, especially with how long this is ! But nonetheless it's here and I hope you enjoy, all of you :) surprise ending 😏

Warnings: smut ! Mdni. Mainly fluff tho, some flirting but that's about it <3

Masterlist

You couldn't believe you were even here right now, finally seeing the one and only Young Miko. She was currently on tour and you had managed to get tickets. Your outfit consisted of a white cropped shirt that just came under your tits. It wasn't too short or long, perfect length if anything. Matched with a cute rainbow skirt (cuz why not) pairing that with some black boots. You were making your way in, seeing crowds of people already. Making your way over to hopefully get a good area in the big stadium. It started to get packed in there, but luckily you got there just in time.

She was awesome up there, singing the songs, dancing. It was incredible, you decided now was best to hold up your sign 'disappoint me so I can move on' you thought it would be something funny, and not as crazy like most would do. She was getting done with one of the songs, scanning the area, looking at everyone's signs. Some were in Spanish. When all of a sudden her eyes land on yours, she reads it in her head before laughing and reading it out loud. "That's a good one, made me laugh." Your heart felt like it almost stopped. There was no way out of all the signs in the room she decided to read little ol yours. But Miko's eyes were now attached to you. For the rest of the night that's what it was like. After everything was dying down you get a tap on your shoulder. A bit startled you turn to look at a big tall dude. Your brows furrow, noticing it was security. Had you done something? "Miko has requested you come with me." Your face remains the same in utter confusion. "Don't panic Ms. Nothing bad, promise." You just nod going to walk with him. "The complete opposite actually."

"She's here." Your eyes were glued to her, was this happening. "Thank you." She turns to you. "I take it you don't speak Spanish." You felt like you were being quizzed or interrogated. Like you had to get an answer right. "I- no I don't." She smiles at you. "Could tell by the sign, that's completely okay tho, not every fan of mine needs to." You're the one smiling now. She was so kind and it didn't even feel like you were a fan anymore, you two talked so freely. It was nice. "You're probably really confused on why you're here huh?" You nod. "Just a little bit-" You let out a small laugh. "Well, that sign was funny, and I dunno really. You interested me, not to mention you're beautiful." You felt heat coming to your cheeks. Ok now it felt like you were a fan. You two had moved to a small couch in the back just sitting there, chatting. "Can I take you out for dinner some time?" Flabbergasted would be such an understatement for the emotion you felt right now. "Really?" She laughs a tiny bit. "Truly." There was a pause. Not like you needed time to think about this, you just didn't want to come across as insane. "Yeah, ofcourse." Her smile only widens. "Sweet, here's my number. Text it tonight and we can arrange something." Her hand gently comes in contact with your chin giving it a soft touch before standing up.

It was now later that night, you couldn't even process what on earth just happened. Were you really about to go out on what seemed like a date with this woman? Yes. Were you scared and nervous all in one? Yes. You had put on a nice dress for the occasion, nothing too fancy as you had no idea where she was taking you. Your nerves kicked in as soon as you were about to leave, what am I doing, is this crazy???

Once you had finally arrived you see her there, she looked so good. Too good, it might drive you more insane than you already felt. But you had to keep your cool, this is a once in a life time opportunity. Don't fuck it up. She notices you and smiles, signaling for you to come over. You make your way on over to her, going inside to sit beside her.

Dinner was lovely, the food was great, Miko's presence was even better. "Ready to go?" She then asks you. You nod going to grab your wallet. Her hand stops yours. "On me babe." She smiles at you, making you stop your actions. "Are you sure?" She nods at your question, going up to pay. You had grabbed your jacket, standing and waiting for her to get back. "The food was incredible." You state heading for the door. "It really was."

She had led you to her car. "Wanna sit in here for a bit?" You couldn't help the smile inching its way onto your face, was something about to happen? You ofcourse say yes, getting in the passenger seat. The both of you sit in silence for a moment. "You look gorgeous." She compliments you. A blush makes its way onto your face, what was happening. "So do you, you look really good." She lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah? You think?" "I know." There was another slight silence upon you, until her head turns and she's staring at your lips. Her hand makes its way on your thigh, resting there gently.

Your heart races, were you really about to kiss? Indeed you were, you suddenly feel her soft lips on yours. Kissing slow but passionately. This didn't feel real. The kiss continues on. Until you both pull away for air. "I really like you." She admits.

And thats how your relationship started, you had gone on many more dates after that. Keeping it a secret for quite a long time. Over the past 4 months you guys grew inseparable. You met all of her kind friends, some of her family. They were always so welcoming. And her team. Everything was great and tonight you were going to a party with her. There was going to be a mixture of people. Celebs, friends of celebs, and more.

You'd be lying If you said you weren't incredibly nervous. Even if you had met most of these people. You always kept to yourself so loads of people in one room was something you had to get use to. Its taking a bit of adjusting but you're slowly getting there. Miko then comes in all ready in some jeans and a white baggy t-shirt. "Ready Mami?" You nod and smile at her. "You look really good." She flashes you her smile. "So do you, give me a spin." You do just that with a humongous pink shade spreading on your cheeks.

You guys arrive not too long after at the house the party was being held at music booming, heaps of people dancing, drinking, conversating. You and Miko were walking around until a blonde girl stops her. You hadn't gotten a drink yet so you quickly go over and grab one, when you come back you notice that same girl laughing way too loud for your liking. "Hey, got some drinks, whats going on?" You ask politely. The girl shrugs. "We were talking about something music related." Miko then says to you. "Oh ok!" You smile at her, still really off about the girl.

And that went on and on throughout the night, you were honestly getting agitated. And ofcourse not at Miko. But this one bitch knew exactly what she was up to. She was well aware you were with Miko. Your teeth sink into your lip with annoyance. In all honesty you want to go. And now. You hung close to Miko, linking arms with her. When suddenly the girl leaves, finally. You grab Miko's arm gently and look up at her. "Think we can head back?" She nods. "Speaking my language honestly."

As soon as you got back to her apartment you feel so much relief. "She was starting to bug me." She laughs a tiny bit, making your focus turn to her. "What's funny?" "Jealousy?" Your head shakes. "She was all over you baby!?" Your bewildered look makes her kaugh more, setting her hands on your shoulders. "Trust me her voice was making me want to throw that drink in her face. I'm just teasing you." A smile spreads across your features. "You're annoying." She lightly shove her with a small laugh of your own. "You love meee." It was true. "Still jealous though?" Your eyes squint. "You know you're mine." Her hands find placement on your waist. "Damn right I am."

Her eyes avert to your lips, leaning down and kissing you. Ofcourse you kiss back, dangling your arms around her neck as she swiftly picks you up and takes you to the bedroom. She plops you on the bed making your arms automatically fall above your head, causing her body to hover over yours and hold them in place. Her lips move to your neck, sucking biting. Making you moan, as they travel down your cleavage. She makes your dress rise and pulling your underwear to the side also, her face is immediately near it, sticking her tongue inside your hole, teasing slightly. Your head falls back at the feeling.

"Fuck Miko!" You breathe out as she fully sticks her warm tongue in. Your back arches slightly. But something so random is to be felt on your face. Water? Wetness. What the fuck. Until your eyes shot open feeling your dog annoyingly lick your face. You groan, it was all. Just. A, dream.

Hehe hope you like the end it was really different but I enjoyed the concept 🙃

[wanderingelvis]

You are one of the few elvis blogspot and I can't stop rereading your works.💓💓💓💓

oh thank you!! i feel all giddy inside, you’re lovely anon!! 🥰

there are so many wonderful elvis writers and i keep seeing new blogs and people starting to write all the time too which i love because i sort of worried that once the elvis movie hype died down, so would the writing but it really hasnt!! — yay!

here are just SOME of my favs!! —

@jhoneybees — gorgeous work, great elvis characterisation! 🕊️

@elvisalltheway101 — great at writing smut 🥵

@be-my-ally — rereading their work non-stop 🪩

@starryschoolgirl — just heavenly vibes all the time ☁️

@memphisflash — the imagery is just incredible 🧚

@angel2el — a new fav, always excited for more! 🎀

@stvolanis — such pretty writing 🫧

@missmaywemeetagain — a legend here, need i say more? ✨

@mooodyblue — i read their work whenever i’m feeling low, its like a comfort blanket 🧸

and a special shoutout to my fav elvis account, @elvisflowerchild — everything is perfect 💖

i just know i’ve missed some too but if anyone has recommendations, i would love some so plssss leave some comments of your fav blogs!! ✍️🫶

[lucrezia-thoughts]

🥵

she leaves the bed, going to the living room, finding a puppy playing with a ball. The baby golden retriever stops, seeing her, wagging tail as he rushes to her feet. Now, very happy, she takes him in her arms, giggling at the excited puppy " are you happy with your surprise?" Her eyes going to Will, he had refused to get a dog for years, she's really happy " i'am , but I'm still angry at you being a dumbass"

[castlebyersafterdark]

thinking about how will sounds in bed thanks to noah should be obvious and yet im like 😳🥵 at the thought... I just know will would have nice choked sounds and picturing in his same tone (noah even makes his voice a little higher for will too, o hope he does in s5 too) is really doing it for me rn. the way he says "mike" in the show?? fuck!

and mike's will voice in bed???? /passes out/

Voice kink made some of yall pop offfff (There were several other similar anons, so sorry if I didn't pick yours but I just had to whittle down repetitive ones. Love everyone 😘❤️)

Linking my original thoughts from the ask "who is louder" because that's relevant and before I get repetitive, but I probably will. All good!

There's so many vivid scenarios for these two. Love the higher pitched voice for Will. I like that he's sensitive and gentle, and he doesn't have to change to fit anyone's vision of how and who he should be. The acting behind him has been incredible at bringing him to life. On that note - time and time again I will go to bat for my boy finally allowing himself to accept love and experience pure pleasure once Mike takes him to bed and takes him the fuck apart. Very hard for our composed, quiet boy Will to stay quiet once Mike and him get together. That soft voice gets so high and breathy, kind of shocking them both at the beginning when something really feels good and he moans loud. He literally cannot be quiet. I think a lifetime of staying quiet, making himself smaller both emotionally and physically just breaks at a point. He doesn't need to be like that with Mike, who just completely accepts him and they learn each other in new ways. And in regards to intimacy, Mike wants to hear him. When the setting is appropriate (times occur often where Will's stream of whimpers and gasps sound way too loud when they're trying to get away with stuff in a house with others home), Mike encourages Will not to hide and just let go.

His voice is nice and deep and sends shivers up Mike's spine when he's talking low to Mike, sweet talk and dirty talk as they're lying in bed together, teasing each other to start. His laughter and giggles are high and breathy, moans are a humming reverb that they both feel against their skin when pressed so close together, voice low as he's giving Mike sweet praise that in turn has Mike whining, groaning sometimes as he hides behind a hand or muffled with his face turned into the bed to hide his red-faced embarrassment despite the fact that Mike loves and craves it. Will's pitch reaches an impressive octave once Mike's inside him, sharp pleasure matching his tone, hitching breath as he chokes on the occassional sob. Noisy boy. He just feels everything so deeply, and as they learn and explore together, he allows himself to embrace it as confidence grows.

Mike. Oh, Mike. Babbler, hyper talkative in bed. He's super sweet, with that soft voice that just makes Will absolutely melt. Whispering encouragement. Turns into so much more when that sweet voice starts detailing complete filth, dirty talk that shocks them both. He's so honest when he's turned on. Even in bed together, its just them, of course it's just them, but Mike gets caught in his head sometimes, possessive. The world doesn't want them to have this. Mine. Some guy or girl made a pass at his boyfriend. Mine. Will wants him to push him around, get a little rougher with him, and Mike is more than willing. He's in control of what he wants, shaking off the shackles of whatever notion rears an ugly head, holding him back. Sometimes it just feels good to be wanted like that, the way Will wants him, so desperately sometimes. Makes him desperate, too, drives him crazy. Mine. Normally soft voice deeper, the chatter is replaced by primal pleasure, essentially a growl as he both takes pleasure and gives it, even gives a little pain because that's what Will asked for. Don't treat him like he's fragile. He wants it until he cries. Mike can do that. He's a man of wildly swinging emotions at times, and the trust of being allowed to become a little wild is heavenly. 😘

[freeuselandonorris]

Top 5 horny LandOscar moments or Alternatively top 5 Heart Eyes LandOscar moments 🥵🥰

anon!! sorry it’s taken me ages to get to this but it took me FOREVER to edit this list down to just five 😭

1. obviously finish the lyrics has to be top. i’ve watched it so many times and yet i’m still bewildered every time i watch again because it’s somehow always more like a romcom than i remembered. oscar’s reaction to lando is just So Much all the way through???

2. “you’ve grown!” makes me laugh every time i watch it because lando is so incredibly unsubtle holy shit. the first (?) of many Ooh I’m So Tiny Look At Big Strong You moments from lando. lovely stuff.

3. when oscar took a break from having a meltdown over card tricks so they could stare at each other like this. madness. especially when he followed it with that knowing, pleased-with-himself little desk tap and “concentrate, mate”. so much of their dynamic is lando being pleased that his lunatic flirting is having the desired effect, it’s appalling.

4. “look at YOU!” ah the infamous BTS video!! obviously lando’s borderline-pornographic table edge stimming was a LOT, but actually my favourite bit of this is just how familiar and fond they are with each other and in particular how much they mirror each other’s vocal cadences?? like, oscar says “little smoothie, man” in the exact same cadence as lando says “sipping on” before hand, and then lando repeats it back to him. and then the mouthed “fun!”/“this is what we LIVE for” that is obviously a practised routine/in-joke…gah! they’re so soft!

5. this tiny little moment, which i adore so much i wrote it into monday. lando looks SO genuinely pleased to be name-checked?? and that little heart gesture, like idk if it’s a Thing (it feels like it could be a tiktok thing? idk my fyp is just lando thirst edits and people reorganising their fridges) but it’s just so endearing coupled with the delighted smile/wiggle combo when he gets a compliment from oscar. AWFUL!!

honorary mentions: when lando rubbed the cards in oscar’s face, oscar patiently explaining how to pronounce chrysanthemum, when lando said he’d do onlyfans and oscar corpsed and then shook his head at lando in apparent disbelief, all of red flag green flag, the silverstone fanzone…oh god there’s loads more i must stop.

[bananasomg]

just found out through your tags that you and mvlionheart have a porn star!max au in the works and i need to know more pretty pleaseeeee

hey Anon!! oh my gosh, i'm screaming that you caught that. 🙈

but YES, @mvlionheart and i are co-writing an incredibly self-indulgent multi-chapter fic for the lestappen community, and we're literally in LOVE with the concept. 🥰

TLDR: Charles moves to San Francisco and is dragged by some friends to a BDSM rope demo at a local adult entertainment company. Max (stage name: Maximus) is the Dominant featured in the demo. He also happens to live next door to Charles...and they're going to get to know each other very well. 🥵

our outline and our research pages are doing WORK for us. right now, the plan is for about 20+ chapters alternating between charles' and max's POV. but we promise there will be rarepairs and 🔥 spicy smut and angst and fluff and a HEA ofc! 💜

still very much WIP right now, but it's shaping up nicely and we're feeling extremely happy about where it's headed. we'll post updates once we're further along, but we hope to finalize our ao3 publishing schedule *soon. 📣

we hope you'll stick around to read it! 🤭

[delicate-moon-princess]

Warm Enough

Warm Enough

Summary: You’re having trouble staying warm during a winter storm. Walter is there to warm you up, but will he be able to keep the touches innocent? Will you? (Based on “A Word Like That”)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, dry humping, climaxing with clothes on (both parties, as Walter is all for solidarity), dirty thoughts, embarrassed reader, fear of the dark, talk of bad weather- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 3.5k

Any typos are my own!

A/N: I’m reposting because Dumblr strikes again. This was an anon prompt, involving Walter, an innocent reader, and some sensual grinding 🥵 I forgot to take a screenshot of the original request. Enjoy!

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“We are expecting record breaking snowfall here in the next few hours. Stay inside, folks, because a blizzard is coming.”

You heard the chipper voice of the weatherman coming from the television in the living room. You rolled your eyes as you sat in the kitchen. Who can be so bright and cheery when there’s a snowstorm on the way?

No doubt the roads would be closed. Which means you were snowed in at Walter’s place. Initially, you came over to hog his wi-fi. You had a project due and your own internet was incredibly slow. Now it looked like you were going to be spending the night.

Trying to focus on your work, you continued to type on your laptop. You froze when the wind blew harshly. The windows rattled, which was eerie enough to put you on edge. You shivered.

It didn’t help that it was well below freezing outside, and it wasn’t much warmer in the house. You bundled up in a thick quilt, on top of your heavy sweatpants and hoodie. Still, you felt chilly. As you blew hot air into your cold hands, an anxious thought crossed your mind.

What if the power went out?

As if on cue, the lights flickered when another loud gust shook the house. You gasped, hugging yourself tighter as you looked up at the chandelier in the kitchen. If the power went out now, you would be caught with no heat in the worst snowstorm you had ever seen. And it would leave you in the dark.

It became impossible to concentrate on your work any longer. You didn’t want to be left alone when it went pitch black. The skin on your arms rose in tender goosebumps. You felt scared and cold. Thankfully, the warmest, safest person you knew was sitting in the other room.

Walter. He radiated comfort and warmth. You could cuddle up with him, and the big, bad blizzard stood no chance of harming you. He would be there to protect you.

You closed your laptop, standing up from the table. You migrated towards the sound of the television. The trim of the quilt dragged along the wooden floor as it rested on your shoulders. When you neared the corner going into the living room, your steps grew reluctant.

Were you honestly going to disturb him with your silly, childish fears? You knew you would have to explain your fear of the dark, and you didn’t want that. What if he laughed at you?

You stopped before coming out from around the corner. You decided you weren’t going to bother him with something so immature. If the power went out, you wouldn’t panic. You would handle the situation like an adult. Walter didn’t need to be burdened with his ditzy girlfriend’s troubles.

As you turned to head back, his smooth voice ran out.

“Darling? You can come in.” 

You were caught. It was impossible to hide from him. You held in a sigh, swallowing thickly. While biting your lip, you creeped into the living room. Walter held the novel he had been reading. He kept the television on for background noise.

“Hi.” You offered meekly, making your way into the room.

“Hello, love. How are you?” He tilted his head, observing your covered form. He set his book on the side table and rested his hands on his thighs.

“A little cold…” You told him, holding the quilt tightly around yourself. Your nervous thumbs played with the edge of it. “Some storm, huh?”

You chatted, doing your very best to seem casual. He smiled, humming with a nod. Walter watched as you stood in front of him, shifting from side to side on your feet. You trembled, letting your eyes do a once-over of his form. 

He was wearing a pair of gray joggers and your favorite black sweater. It was a little old, with a few holes in the cable knit pattern. But it was warm. So warm.

You wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms. To fight the cold and the dark away. And to be close to him… the thought made your heart stutter. Now, all you had to do was ask to be in his lap. Should be easy enough, right?

At that moment, you lost your ability to speak. All you could do was stare at him with a certain longing even Walter couldn’t place. He tried to wait for you to come out with it, but you didn’t budge.

“You look like you want to ask me something.” He pondered, masking his smirk when you blinked and snapped out of your trance. You started fidgeting again, biting your lower lip as you stammered.

“I-I was going to ask, um…. if I could sit in your lap.” You hesitated, feeling like you were asking for the moon from this man. He was silent.

It was an innocent request, but you knew there was a chance he could take it the wrong way. He had a little bit of a dirty mind. It must be contagious. Because you couldn’t shake the image of lustfully kissing him while perched on his legs.

You never had so many naughty daydreams until you met him. His pervertedness was rubbing off on you. And as much as you try to deny it, he made you want to shred up every last bit of your innocence and throw it away.

“Oh.” He finally reacted, flashing his teeth in a mischievous grin.

Just as you thought, he took it the wrong way. Ugh, dirty man! And dirty you for sharing the same dirty thoughts. You narrowed your eyes, poking a finger out of your blanket armor to point at him.

“Don’t get any funny ideas!” You scoffed, huffing when he pursed his lips to stop a laugh when he saw your finger sticking out at him. “This is purely for survival purposes.”

You yanked your finger back inside, that way he had nothing to laugh at. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, and he could tell you did not want to be smiled at.

“Survival purposes, huh?” He humored you, nodding along as you started to babble.

“Yes, survival purposes. There is a blizzard coming!” You exclaimed, gesturing to the television. “I am already shivering over here, and there is a very big chance the power could go out. Which means no furnace, Walter.”

“That is correct.” He commented, arms crossed as he waited for you to continue. 

“And no lights, either.” You added quietly, your gaze casted to the floor.

Walter raised a brow, not surprised with the fact that you were afraid of the dark. He was surprised at the way you shamefully admitted it. Did you not think you could trust him? Deep down, it hurt him.

He pushed away his grief, reaching out for the blanket to pull you closer. You followed his tugging, hiccuping as you stood between his spread knees. You pouted as you looked into his blue eyes.

Your shoulders slumped, your bravery disappearing the more he stared at you. He always could make your brain go haywire with just a look. You wanted to get your point across before you lost yourself completely.

Walter rubbed the back of your covered legs. You bit your lip and looked away. Your thoughts jumbled from his calming touch.

“Go on, darling.” He prodded, his voice soft. You sighed and looked at him.

“I thought… We should share body heat. You’re obviously warmer than I am. And it looks like we’re going to be snowed in here for a while. I personally don’t wish to freeze to death by tomorrow.” You stated. 

“And that way, if the power does go out, we won’t be alone. In the dark.” You continued, your voice getting softer, to the point it was barely loud enough for him to hear.

“That's all you wanted to ask me?” He grinned after a moment of silence, wrapping his arms around your bundled hips.

You raised a brow, his question catching you off guard. What did he mean “that’s all”? It took every last ounce of your courage to ask him that. And why was he grinning at you? Was he laughing at you?

He leaned his head up to look at you, still smiling. You wore a hurt furrow in your brows. Walter clicked his tongue.

“Don’t pout, sweetheart. All I meant was you don’t need to ask to sit in my lap. You could have just told me you were cold and lonely. I would have welcomed you with open arms.” He hummed, grabbing the edge of the quilt that overlapped in front of you.

You sighed in relief, but got bashful the second you realized how you did blow this all out of proportion. He chuckled as his hands pulled the blanket apart, urging you to take it off.

“It’s alright, love. It was polite of you to ask.” He assured you, and it made you feel a tad better. You gave him a small smile, letting him take off the quilt. It fell to the floor behind you.

“There’s that beautiful smile. Now, come here.” Walter grunted, yanking you towards him as he leaned backwards.

You yelped as you fell into him, with him guiding your legs to rest on each side of his. As you straddled him, you tried not to think about how firm his muscular thighs felt between your own. So solid. It made you want to rub yourself all over him. How could you not?

Walter grabbed you, lifting you up so your lower halves touched. You felt the warmth of him through your thick layers. Your lips parted in a phantom gasp as he got situated under you. You cursed the growing dampness between your thighs.

“Are you warm enough now?” He breathed, raising a brow.

You nodded, your skin blazing. A thin layer of perspiration broke out on your brow. He was like a human furnace. Sweat started to gather at the base of your spine.

It wasn’t just the intense amount of heat he was radiating that was making you perspire. It was also the fact that despite how close you were, you didn’t feel like it was enough. You wanted more, too many layers between the two of you. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper when you shifted on top of him. 

Walter gulped, thankful his beard was thick enough to shield the sight of his Adam’s Apple bobbing. He felt a twitch between his legs, and he desperately willed his growing erection away. He rubbed your sides, seeing the way you panted. He pulled at the hem of your hoodie, concerned.

“I think you’re a little too warm, sweetheart. Let’s get this off of you.” He fretted, and you let him lift the heavy fabric off of you. 

You welcomed the feeling of cool air on your skin as you were left in a t-shirt. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself. Before, you had been the one scolding him for his dirty mind. Here you were the one getting worked up over sitting in his lap.

“Is that better?” He tossed the hoodie behind you.

“Yes.” You murmured, resting your hands on his shoulders. You hoped he didn’t detect a hitch in your voice.

Of course, he did. Walter was picking on every little que of your arousal. He said nothing about it, treating your embrace as nothing but the perfect cuddle session. Even though you were inadvertently wiggling against his stirring cock. He wasn’t going to do anything to scare you away.

“Good. Why don’t you relax a little? Let me hold you.” He said, pulling you to lean forwards into his chest.

You were surrounded by his smell, your cheek pressed against his sweater. Your eyes fluttered shut, turning your head to press your nose to inhale more of his scent. A moan escaped you when he flooded your nostrils, muffled by his chest. Your hips involuntarily rolled. Walter let out a gentle grunt.

“Are you alright, darling? You’re moving quite a lot.” He smiled to himself, already knowing why you were squirming. You didn’t see his smirk, your face still in his chest.

Walter was not content with the whine you gave in response. He took your cheeks in his hands, making you look at him as you trembled in his lap. The bulge in his pants was becoming harder the more you moved, but you hadn’t noticed yet. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He urged you, his thumb easing your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

You hiccuped, embarrassed to admit what bothered you. It was dirty. Something you shouldn't be enjoying as much as you are.

“I…” You hesitated, your throat dry. You looked at him as he waited patiently, sighing before you admitted it. “It feels good. Being in your lap. Makes me feel all…warm. And tingly.”

Another jolt straight to his cock. Your honesty was making him excited. And the hint of curiosity in your tone gave him an ache in his loins that made the gruff detective want to whine. God, the things you did to him…

He licked his lips, and your gaze fell down to his mouth to watch. You licked your own lips, wondering what his mouth tasted like. Walter speaking snapped you out of your daydream.

“Don’t be so embarrassed, love. It’s supposed to feel that way. Your body is just responding to me, that’s all.” He assured you, stroking your hair.

You leaned into his hand, taking the comfort he was giving you. His words helped you relax a tad. The craving in your core made it difficult to relax completely. You shuddered, squirming once more. Anything to help ease the ache.

Walter inhaled sharply, then he closed his eyes. His grip fell from your face to your hips, dragging you harder onto him. Your hands shook when you felt how excited he was getting.

You bucked against the growing steel tucked between your legs. The pressure was light, given how many clothes you had on. But rutting in his beefy lap still helped ease the lewd appetite you developed.

Both of you moaned in unison. Walter huffed beside your ear, blowing your hair back a bit. One of his hands gripped your bum, leaning in to nibble on the shell of your earlobe.

Walter smirked when you let out a sharp mewl. He found your sweet spot. His facial hair tickled you as he suckled on your lobe. You gasped, seeking more of the delicious friction your body craved.

“It feels good for me too, sweetheart. Seeing you whining and squirming in my lap…” He groaned lowly, eyes closing as he inhaled through his nose. “It does things to me. Mmm fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He bucked up with a moan, letting you feel what the sight of you on top of him was causing. His thick cock strained against the seam of his pants, begging to be let out. You squeezed your thighs around him with a whine, covering his mouth with yours.

The realization that he was so affected by your body caused your walls to flutter. Suddenly, the light pressure wasn’t enough. You intertwined your fingers in his curls, begging into the kiss.

“Please… I need- I- Mmm!” You whimpered, struggling to articulate yourself as you arched your back.

You needed him. You didn’t know how, but you needed him. A fire had grown in your core, the lapping flames of your arousal merely being teased by your actions. He would know how to take care of the blaze.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He soothed you, rubbing your sides. “Need to get these off too. I know you’ve got another layer under there.”

He tugged on your sweatpants, managing to get them off as you continued to straddle him. A bit shocked at his skill of undressing you, you didn’t have time to dwell on it as Walter lowered you back to his lap. The grip he had on you tightened.

You felt him closer now. His solid length nudged your clit through your pajama shorts. You hiccuped. Your underwear was already saturated in your juices. You worked on making a wet spot in the shorts as well.

“There. Doesn’t that feel even better? Move your hips like this, come on.” He huffed, guiding you with his hands as he watched your movements. 

You followed the rhythm of his deep grinding. Each time you swivel your hips, the tent in his pants dragged along your covered slit. It knocked against your swollen love button. You cried out, legs trembling as he grunted deeply.

Unbeknownst to you, the crotch of your shorts had shifted to the side. This gave Walter a perfect view of your wet panties. He moaned, forcing himself to look away as you rubbed your front all over him. He wanted to respect your closely held modesty. Despite also wanting to ogle at your beautiful body.

Instead, he chose to watch your face as you rocked with him. He could see you fighting the feeling, your body chasing its pleasure as your mind tried to gain control. But you were too far gone to care, drowning in the pleasure he was inflicting on you. He let you lead now, following your pace as you worked yourself on his lap.

“That’s it, good girl.” He purred, knowing how much you loved to be praised. 

You mewled, almost losing yourself completely when he said that. You squeezed his shoulders, bearing down on him as your hips gyrated. He grunted, 

Sparks flashed behind your closed eyelids. The bottom of your spine began tingling as a tense knot grew in your belly. Walter’s raspy voice barely reached your eardrums in your dazed state.

“Open your eyes, darling. Look at me.”

You struggled to obey, but you managed to pry your eyes open to gaze at him. Your body betrayed you, not stopping its movements as you rode his lap. Walter moaned, his attention fixated on you as you panted.

“Let it happen, sweetheart, it’s okay. I know you can feel it, let go, darling. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over my lap.” He groaned, your soft mound rubbing on the aching tip of his dick.

You moved your hips wantonly, chasing the feeling of ecstasy. Pleasure washed over you as you finished. All feelings of modesty left your body. The only thing you could focus on was the toe-curling sensations echoing through you. If this was dirty, you didn’t want to be clean. Being society’s good girl meant nothing if you had to give this up.

You'd rather be his good girl.

Walter tugged you into his chest, pushing up as he kept you firmly pressed on his lap. The pressure on his cock head finally sent him over the edge as well. He cupped one of your cheeks, slamming his lips to yours as he spurted his load in his joggers.

He groaned passionately against your lips. His grip on you was tight as he lost himself in his own rapture. The sticky texture of his seed coated his skin, making a wet spot in the fabric. It matched the one you wore on the front of your underwear.

He continued to hold you as you both recovered. He pulled away from your mouth to pepper lazy kisses along your neck. When your heart rate finally decreased and you were able to catch your breath, you pulled back to look at him. He wore a lazy smirk on his lips.

“We’ve made quite a mess of ourselves, haven’t we?” He grinned, glancing at his lap.

Sluggishly, you casted your attention downwards to see what he meant. You instantly flushed at the sight of the wet spot in your panties, next to the damp spot in his sweats. The outline of his bellend could be seen, oozing with his creamy seed. Your mouth watered while your cheeks burned. Quite the mess indeed.

Your expression made his softening cock twitch and leak even more. You felt the stickiness sink into the material of your underwear. There it mingled with your own wetness. Walter watched as his lip twitched, proud to mark you in such a way. You peeked up at him sheepishly. He gave you a gentle grin, stroking your cheek.

“Relax, darling.” He cooed, and you did so. You matched his grin with a shy smile, falling into his chest to hide your warm cheeks.

“We’ll get cleaned up in a minute. I just want to hold you for a bit longer, okay?” He chuckled, and you felt the vibrations of his deep laugh as you nuzzled his clothed chest. 

“Okay, detective.” You hummed, squeezing your arms around him. 

The storm continued to brew outside.You didn’t care. Let the power go out. There was no need to worry. Because you were safe in his arms.

*****

A/N: Phew, it’s been a bit. Sorry I’ve been a bit mia for a while. I’ve been dealing with some lost inspiration 😭 I do hope you enjoyed it, thank you for reading.

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[allsouls-emma]

Could you please write a Leon x Reader where they are celebrating the closing ceremony together? Especially highlighting his opportunity to extinguish the Olympic Cauldron. Thank you! He looked so hot in a suit. Woo! 🥵 The gardens were the perfect romantic setting too. Love that you are writing for him.

✧The Final Flame ✧

─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader

Hey Anon, I hope enjoyed the closing ceremony as much as i did! i must admit i will miss the Paris Olympics A LOT! Enjoy x

Warnings: Established relationship, recount of events displayed on tv, inaccurate time frame ( some say Léon is still walking)

Enjoy!

The stadium roared with applause, the electric atmosphere of the closing ceremony reverberating through the crowd. You stood amidst the excitement, eyes locked on the center stage where the star of the evening was about to make his appearance. Léon Marchand, the golden boy of the games, was moments away from performing one of the most symbolic acts of the night—extinguishing the Olympic Cauldron.

As the crowd quieted, a spotlight illuminated Léon. He stood there, looking effortlessly dashing in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his athletic build. His usually tousled hair was neatly styled, but there was still a hint of that carefree charm that made him so captivating. The suit, a deep navy that contrasted perfectly with the flames behind him, made him look every bit the hero of the evening.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and admiration as he took the stage, the weight of the moment clear in his focused expression. He had already captured the hearts of millions with his record-breaking swims, but tonight, it was his presence, his calm poise, that held everyone’s attention.

The final speaker’s words echoed through the stadium, a reminder of the incredible feats achieved over the past weeks. Then, the moment arrived. Léon was handed the ceremonial torch, its flame a symbol of passion, perseverance, and unity. The crowd hushed, all eyes on him as he approached the cauldron.

You held your breath as he paused for just a moment, his gaze flickering over the crowd before landing on you. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips—one that only you would notice. It was a smile that spoke of shared memories, of countless hours of training, of every moment leading up to this one. Your heart swelled with emotion, knowing how much this meant to him.

With a steady hand, Léon tilted the torch towards the cauldron. The flames that had burned so brightly throughout the games began to flicker and fade, the light dimming until it was finally extinguished. The crowd erupted into applause, but Léon remained still for a moment, letting the gravity of the act settle over him.

He turned to face the audience, the applause growing louder, but his eyes sought you out in the crowd. Even in this moment of triumph, he was grounded, his thoughts always returning to you. As the applause began to fade, he stepped down from the platform and made his way towards you.

When he finally reached you, the noise of the crowd seemed to fade away. His hand found yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you both in the present. He leaned in, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

"Thank you for being here," he murmured, his eyes soft with affection.

"You were incredible," you whispered back, squeezing his hand. "I'm so proud of you."

He smiled, that same boyish grin that had won your heart so long ago. "Let's get out of here," he said, nodding towards a quieter exit away from the press and the crowd. "I want to celebrate with you."

As you slipped away from the stadium together, the weight of the ceremony gave way to a sense of relief and joy. Tonight was just the beginning of new memories with Léon, and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held for both of you.

[fushironi]

omg can you do one where the reader sucks off adult nanami , geto, and gojo to see who has the best dick . It’s up to you who has the best one 🥵

AHHH thank you for this anon!! Just the idea is being able to pleasure the three of them at once is just 🤤 I hope you enjoy this and I hope it’s up to your liking!! I’m sorry if it’s not how you pictured 😭!! IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!

Tw/cw: all characters are of age (18+) oral (m +f receiving), foursome, blow bang energy, afab!reader, cock drunk, face fucking like crazy, messyyyy, these men love using your throat, degrading, pet names, nsfw, minors dni!!

Tonight was like any other night. You were hanging out with three of your favorite coworkers, each of you sharing a drink. It had been a rough day at work and you wanted nothing more than to relax and just enjoy your night in. You guys decided on watching a movie, not wanting to put much effort into the remainder of your day. Many people found it odd that your best friends were all male, especially with how much time you all spend together, but you didn’t care. They’re (usually) less drama than girls, which is the main reason why you all get along.

You take a drag of your cigarette as you settle on the floor, your head laying back against the couch as you blow out the smoke. You let the nicotine take over your body as you take another drag, your free hand running through your hair. You let out a sigh as you open your eyes to the sound of a movie playing on the tv.

“You okay, doll?” Nanami asks as he sits on the couch above you, his legs on either side of your body. You turn on your knees to face him, taking another drag of your cigarette. You blow the smoke up and away from him, exposing your neck. You felt his eyes on your tits, your tank top exposing the tops of your breasts.

“Yea. Just a long day, Kento.” You say with a soft smile. You finish your cig before burning it out in the ash tray. You use his thighs to push yourself up, your boobs just barely missing his face.

“Tease,” Kento moans as he watches your form as you stretch.

“Mm, but you like it,” you smirk as you lean downwards, your lips inches from his. He lets a smirk play on his lips as his eyes flick between your boobs and lips.

“Maybe I do,” he smirks as his hands land on your hips at the same time your lips press against one another. You settle in his lap as you deepen the kiss, pulling him closer. His natural scent wafts over your nostrils , your head spinning as you grind against his lap. Your shorts and panties slowly grow wetter as his hands travel along your body, squeezing every plump and curve. A moan falls from your lips as his large fingers dip into the band of your shorts, rubbing at your clit.

“Awe, they started without us.” Gojo says to Geto as the two men enter the living room. You smirk against Nanami’s lips as you lift your hips, allowing his digits to enter your wet cunt. You let out a moan as his fingers stretch your hole, making you whimper against his lips.

“Do you think she’ll let us have a taste? Let us ruin her one by one?” Geto smirks as his sweats hit the floor, his boxers growing tighter as he watched you start to ride Nanami’s hand. Your head spins as he begins to work your core, his lips still working on your neck. You roll your head back as you let Nanami kiss your skin, your hips rolling against his large hand.

“C’mere,” You whine as you look over at Gojo and Geto, your hands reaching for the two men. You let out a soft moan as you press your lips to Geto’s, his lips tasting like smoke. It was intoxicating and made you feel incredible, your brain going fuzzy as his hands find your breast’s, squeezing softly. A moan falls from your lips at his touch, your tongues tangling together.

“Such a pretty girl,” Gojo smirks as he sits next to Nanami, who’s fingers were still buried deep inside you. Gojo’s fingers find your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves, causing your hips to buck. “Look at her, she’s a fucking mess,” Geto purrs as he pulls off your shirt, exposing your breast. A gasp leaves your lips as Gojo and Nanami attach their lips to your hardened buds, Geto’s mouth swallowing your moans. Your body was on fire from all the stimulation, your fingers tangling in Geto’s hair as his tongue wrestles your own. You feel yourself go into a wave of pleasure as you cum on Nanami’s fingers, your body shaking.

“Good girl. Making a mess of yourself on my hand,” Nanami purrs as he licks his fingers clean. You whimper as you watch him, your heart thumping as you calm down. Your brain spins as you slowly come back from cloud nine, your hand still playing in Geto’s hair. You pull him back for a kiss as Nanami and Gojo go back to sucking on your nipples, Geto’s hand wrapping around your throat. “Mmm I guess it’s my turn?” Geto growls against your lips as his hand squeezes your throat.

“Whatcha gonna do to me?” You say in a breathy moan, your back arching against the two men in front of you. “First,” Geto smirks as he pulls you off Nanami’s lap by your hair, eliciting a high-pitched squeal to leave your lips. “The fuck man!” Gojo groans in frustration as his eyes land on the pair of you. “You’ll get your turn,” Geto chuckles as he throws you into the loveseat, smirking darkly at the lewd moan you let out. “You enjoy that, don’t you? Being thrown around like a rag doll.” Geto growls as he grabs your throat once more, crashing his lips onto yours. Your fingers find his hair as you kiss him back, another squeal leaving you as he quickly rotates you so your head is hanging off the edge of the loveseat.

“I like where this is going,” Nanami smirk as he stands, his pants dropping to the floor. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel a pair of lips licking your cunt, your legs spreading wider as you give them better access. You couldn’t see who was eating you out, but you didn’t care; it felt amazing either way. Your moans are soon muffled as Geto’s cock is shoved down your throat, his hand gripping it tight as he feels your throat bulging.

“Fuck, your throat is so tight” he groans as his free hand grips your left breast, tugging on your nipple. You moan around him as you feel the coolness’s of Gojo’s ring pushing inside your warm cunt. “So is her pretty pussy. Fuck princess, you don’t get fucked often, do you?” He says in a sultry voice as his fingers match the pace of Geto’s hips. You hear the heavy steps of Nanami come toward your back side, standing directly above your cunt as he licks a string stripe across your clit, making your body shake. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the three men begin to work your body like their own personal toy, Geto’s strong thighs being your only source of stability.

“You taste like heaven” Gojo moans as him and Nanami take turns eating you out, both their fingers buried deep inside you as they tag team your pretty little cunt. Your brain spins as they use you, your body shaking as you feel yourself getting closer to your high. But, of course, in classic fashion, the men pull away; leaving you in a breathless needy mess.

“We have better plans for you, Princess.” Geto smirks as he sits you up, pulling you to the floor. Your eyes widen as the men stand in front of you, their cocks erect and red as their hands wrap around their girthy shafts. There was definitely no denying that the three men before you were large. Each of them having thick, veiny cocks. Geto was slightly curved to the left, Gojo curved to the right, and Nanami was long and thick, straight as a board. Your pussy clenched at the site, your mouth watering.

“Look at her. Doe eyed staring at our cocks.” Nanami groans as his hand pets your head before he runs a thumb along your bottom lip. “Why don’t you put that pretty little mouth of yours to work and show us what you can do?” Gojo taunts as he pushes his reddened tip against your lips. You eagerly lick his tip, moaning at the pre that touches your taste buds. You do the same for the other men before taking them one by one, deep throating each of them before you take two in your mouth at once, jerking off the third.

“Fuck, she’s a fucking pro,” Gojo groans as you take him and Geto in your mouth, your hand pumping Nanami. You smile at his words before you switch it up and take Nanami and Geto in your mouth, pumping Gojo in your fist. The constant back and forth of pleasing all of them was intoxicating to you, your mind spinning as Nanami takes over and solely fucks your face, his hips thrusting harshly as he chases his own high.

“Gonna swallow my cum? Gonna be a good girl f’me?” He groans as he watches as you nod, your eyes brim with tears, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. “Good girl,” he purrs as he ruts his hips a few more times before stopping, his hot load shooting down your throat. You swallow every drop, a deep moan leaving your muffled throat as your hands find purchase on his thighs. He fucks himself through his high before pulling out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ his hand caressing your cheek as he taps your bottom lip. You open your mouth without command, showing him that you’d swallowed all he gave. “Such a perfect little thing,” he coos as he kisses you deeply before stepping back to allow the other two men to use you.

“Who’s next?” Gojo purrs as he and Geto exchange a look and a side smirk. Your chest heaves as you look at the two men, the both of them looking almost god like above you, their hands stoking their cocks. Your mouth drooled as you looked between the two of them, your cunt clenching as you took them in. You pull your lip between your teeth as you swallow hard, your brain spinning. “G-Gojo,” you whine as you look up at him. He walks towards you as his finger taps your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. You do as instructed, whimpering as he pushes his thumb on your tongue. “Fuck- such a pretty little thing,” he purrs as he tugs on your tongue, your eyes brimming with tears. He gives you a devilish grin as he pushes his cock down your throat, groaning at the warmth your mouth gives him.

A low, feral groan escapes his lips as he begin to fuck your throat, his hand in your hair as he moves his hips faster and faster. Your tears slip down your cheeks as he fucks your mouth recklessly, Gojo’s hand holding you on his cock for a few minutes, chuckling at your blown out eyes. “Fucking pathetic,” he growls as he pulls you off his cock, globs of drools falling from your mouth, only a moment of recovery being granted to you before he goes back to using your throat as his personal toy, enjoying the constant gags falling from your lips as his pretty red tip hits the back of your throat. You let out a low moan, the vibrations sending a shiver up his spine as his hips still, his cum shooting down your throat in surprise. You swallow every drop of his sweet and salty fluid, your pussy clenching as you take yet another load. As he pulls away, you hang your mouth open to show him that you’ve swallowed all he gave, a deep groan and sly grin on his face. “Fucking pretty little girl,” Gojo smirks as he pats your head, making your cunt squeeze at the pet name and actions.

Your eyes land on Suguru as Gojo takes his seat next to Nanami, your eyes glowing as you stare at the tall man before you. You knew how good his cock tastes. You knew he was good with his hips. Having stolen many sessions away to the janitors closet at the school to have a quickie or two. You crawl over to him with pure lust in your eyes, your pussy dripping as you sit nicely on your heels for him. “The best for last,” you purr as your nails gently graze up his muscular legs, a low rumble erupting from Suguru. “As it should be,” he purrs as his hand pats your cheek before a hard smack lands on your skin. You let out a low moan as he does so, your hands bracing on his thighs as he taps your lips with his cock. “Ready to give them a show?” He smirks as his fingers tangle in your hair. You nod eagerly as you stick your tongue out, drool falling from the tip of your tongue. That sight alone could have made Suguru cum, but he wanted to watch you swallow everything he had. He wanted his friends watch as you please him with your throat in such a different way in what you did for them. He wanted to show off and he knew you did too.

Geto wasted no time in closing the gap between you two, his cock gliding easily into your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the cool metal of his Prince Albert hits the back of your throat. Your hand slides down your body as your fingers work your cunt, Geto’s hip working at an insane pace in your mouth. Drool falls from the sides of your lips as he holds you at the base of his cock, tears falling from the sides of your eyes as he forces you down, moving your head side to side before yanking you off his cock. A stuffed moan and laugh leaves your lips as globs of drool and precum leave you mouth, your fingers working faster on your clit.

“Dirty fucking whore. Touching yourself while letting me use you. Didn’t that pretty cunt get enough attention?” Geto growls as he shoves you back on his cock, his hips moving at an insane speed as he chases his high. His moans and groans were like music to your ears, the other two men having began jerking themselves off at the sight. Your cunt squeezes around your fingers as you catch sight of the men on the couch, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Geto gives you a hard smack to the face. “Good girl,” he growls as he continues his assault on your throat. You begin to whimper around his cock as you feel your high growing closer, your cheeks hallowing out as you try to pull the orgasm from the god of a man above you. Hell, all of them looked like gods in this current state, each of their bodies sculpted in the best ways possible.

“Mmm-fuck- someone really wants her reward. Don’t you little girl? Such a perfect cocksucking princess,” Geto growls as his thrusts become sloppy and his groans more constant. You nod your head around him as you bob your head faster and faster, your fingers moving faster inside your cunt. “Fuck, look at her. Such a dumb, desperate little bitch,” Nanami growls as his hand moves faster, his own high evident on his face. You let out a muffled whimper at Nanami’s words, your cunt squeezing as they go straight to your core. “Fuck I’m cumming,” Geto groans as he shoots his load down your throat, your own following soon after, your juices covering the floor. You continue to swallow Geto’s cum and cock as the two on the couch release into their hands, a mix of their moans and the smell of sex in the air as Geto withdraws from your mouth, your legs feeling like jelly as you sit on your bottom.

“Fucking hell,” Gojo groans as his breathing returns to normal. “Ditto,” Nanami and Geto say in a breathless laugh. “So, who was better?” Gojo says after a beat, all of you turning to him. You let out a chuckle as you slowly gather yourself off the floor, your eyes scanning over the three of them. “All of you,” you say coyly as you walk upstairs to the bathroom, laughing as you hear the three of them arguing about who was the better throat fuck.