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semisasseater · 2 months ago

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YEAH, I BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK

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SUMMARY �� y/n pushes jays limits during their promotions which causes him to fuck her brains out ♡

𓊆 爵士 𓊇 x f!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 1,007 smut rough sex spanking degradation light face slapping dom/sub dynamics daddy kink overstimulation? slight non-prep penetration aftercare — 类型 smut romance idol au secret relationship

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🔥⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : i need jays cock i need jays cock i need jays cock NOW.

As the days passed, your secret relationship with Jay continued to flourish, even amid the chaos of your group’s comeback. The song Brought the Heat Back was a massive hit, dominating the charts and earning nonstop promotions. But despite the demanding schedule, you found yourself increasingly distracted—specifically by Jay’s ridiculously good looks. Every time he stepped onto the stage, exuding effortless confidence and raw charisma, your mind wandered to places it probably shouldn’t during work.

During one particular photoshoot, Jay sat in a chair, looking like an absolute greek god in his outfit. His sharp gaze and relaxed posture made him all the more irresistible. Your pose required you to sit on his thigh, turning your head towards the camera while keeping your back to it. The moment you settled onto him, a mischievous idea struck you. With the staff focused elsewhere, you subtly rolled your hips, grinding against his thigh just enough to tease.

Jay’s reaction was immediate. His grip on your pants tightened, and his jaw clenched. He leaned in just enough for you to hear his low warning. “Knock it off wait till we get home.”

But you weren’t feeling patient. Pouting, you shook your head in defiance, a silent plea for more. Jay exhaled sharply, his frustration evident, but there was something else in his eyes—amusement. You were testing his limits, and you both knew it.

The next shoot included the entire group—Heeseung, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki. As you all gathered for a group shot, you couldn’t resist pushing things further. Under the guise of casual placement, you discreetly rested your hand over Jay’s crotch, feeling the warmth of him through his pants.

Jay’s fingers instantly wrapped around your wrist, removing your hand with a firm grip. He leaned down, his voice a sharp whisper in your ear. “I said fucking stop it wait till we get home.”

Again, you refused, shaking your head with a playful smirk. This time, Jay’s patience snapped. The warning look he shot you sent a clear message—you had pushed far enough. Finally, you backed down, but the tension between you only grew stronger as the day dragged on.

By the time you both made it home, the moment the door shut behind you, Jay had you pinned against the wall. His hands pressed firmly against your sides as his darkened eyes bore into yours.

“I told you to fucking wait until we were done.” His voice was deep, edged with frustration and something more dangerous—desire.

You barely had a chance to respond before he crashed his lips against yours, his body pressing you further into the wall. Breathless, you managed to mumble an apology between kisses. “I’m sorry daddy… I was just really horny…”

Jay let out a low chuckle, his amusement quickly overshadowed by hunger. “Oh you’re gonna be sorry alright.”

He wasted no time dragging you to the bedroom. Clothes were torn off in a frenzy, and when he yanked your pink panties off, you gasped. “Hey! Those were my favorite!”

Jay smirked, tossing them aside. “Shut up i’ll buy you more.”

As he prepared to stretch you out, you shook your head, voice breathless with impatience. “No… I don’t want that just want your cock.”

Jay froze for a second, brows furrowed. “You don’t want prep? Are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, I don’t.”

That was all he needed to hear. As he stripped the last of his clothes, he muttered under his breath, “Of course you don’t… fucking slut.”

With a quick flick, he grabbed the lube, slicking himself up before pushing into you in one swift motion. The sudden stretch had you squirming, your body clenching around him as moans spilled uncontrollably from your lips. Jay held still for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust before pulling back and slamming into you again.

Your cries filled the room as he set a relentless pace, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. You clung to him desperately, hands grasping at anything—his arms, the sheets, the headboard—anything to ground yourself. But Jay wasn’t done with you yet.

Flipping you onto your hands and knees, he gripped your hips and started pounding into you from behind. Your knees trembled beneath you, your body barely able to handle the intensity. Each sharp thrust sent you spiraling further, your voice breaking as you whimpered his name over and over.

“J-Jay—please—s-slow down—”

But he wasn’t listening. A firm slap landed against your ass, making you cry out. Another followed, and another, each one leaving a stinging heat in its wake. Tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming sensations—pain, pleasure, overstimulation—it was all too much. Yet, you didn’t want him to stop.

Jay let out a deep chuckle, his fingers trailing up to your face. With a firm grip, he grabbed your jaw, forcing your head to the side. He watched you, your teary eyes, your parted lips, the way drool dripped onto the sheets. He laughed, rubbing his thumb over your cheek before giving your face a light slap.

“Look at you” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “Fucking ruined.”

Your body shook with exhaustion, yet you still begged for more. By the time he finally spilled inside you, your limbs had turned to jelly, your mind foggy with bliss.

Jay sighed, pulling you against his chest as he peppered gentle kisses along your temple. He scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. The moment he set you down, he helped you onto the toilet, rubbing your thighs soothingly as he whispered, “Come on baby you gotta pee.”

Afterward, he ran a warm bath, massaging your shoulders as he helped you relax. His hands glided over your skin, rubbing your sore legs, whispering sweet words of love and praise.

As the two of you curled up in bed afterward, bodies tangled together, you felt yourself slipping into a peaceful sleep.

Still, one lingering thought danced in your mind—how you were definitely going to tease him again during filming.

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hy6erion · 2 months ago

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Hey love i was wondering if you would write some jayve or viktor bieng dads ? Or reader bieng pregnant but like a late stage of pregnancy i love youre writing thanks

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞/ 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 (𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞) 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✰⍣..𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

(´ ω `♡) xx

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬

Telling Him:

✰ You were terrified. Not because you thought Jayce wouldn’t be a good father—if anything, you knew he’d be wonderful—but because he was drowning in responsibilities. Between his council duties, Hextech advancements, and trying to keep peace in Piltover, he was already stretched thin.

✰ You debated how to tell him for days. A fancy dinner? A casual mention? Just blurting it out? In the end, you settled on something simple—you placed the positive test and a tiny pair of baby socks on his desk in the evening.

✰ Jayce came in, exhausted, rubbing his temples when he saw the items. He stared at them, confused, blinking a few times. “Are these… for a friend?” His voice was slow, like he was piecing something together.

✰ You stayed silent, nerves eating at you, until you whispered, “No… they’re for us.”

✰ Jayce froze. He looked at you, eyes wide, before back at the test. Then back at you. His brain short-circuited for a second. “You’re… You’re pregnant?” His voice cracked at the end.

✰ When you nodded, Jayce surged forward, pulling you into the tightest hug, burying his face in your shoulder. You felt his entire body shake. He was crying. “I—I can’t believe this. I’m gonna be a dad?”

✰ He kissed you all over—your cheeks, your forehead, your lips—before pulling back, hands cupping your face. “You’re okay, right? How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Fuck, I need to sit down.”

✰ Jayce sat back in his chair, running a hand down his face, grinning like an idiot. He pulled you onto his lap, resting a hand over your stomach. “We’re having a baby… I’m gonna be a dad.” His voice was filled with awe.

✰ The rest of the night, he was giddy, hugging you every five minutes and whispering, “I love you. I love you both.”

Pregnancy:

✰ Jayce went into full dad mode immediately. Researching pregnancy books, clearing his schedule, making sure you were comfortable every second of the day.

✰ “Are you eating enough? Do you need more pillows? Are your feet sore?” He fussed constantly, even if you reassured him a hundred times that you were fine.

✰ The first time he felt the baby kick, he gasped so loud it startled you both. He dropped to his knees, hands cradling your belly. “Oh my God. That was—they just kicked!”

✰ The nursery was finished months before the baby was even due. Jayce insisted on putting everything together himself—crib, changing table, shelves—even if it took all night.

✰ He was obsessed with your growing belly, always resting a hand there when you were sitting together. He also talked to the baby daily, whispering to them at night when he thought you were asleep. “Hey, little one. I hope you’re comfy in there. I can’t wait to meet you.”

✰ Any craving you had? Jayce sprinted to get it. No matter what time of day. If you woke him up at 2 AM saying you wanted pancakes? He was in the kitchen making them from scratch.

✰ He loved taking baths with you, sitting behind you in the tub, hands massaging your belly. It was his way of helping you relax.

✰ Jayce was at every appointment. He cried during the first ultrasound. He held your hand tightly, staring at the little flickering heartbeat on the screen. “That’s our baby.”

Birth & Fatherhood:

✰ When you went into labor, Jayce was panicking. He dropped everything, barely managing to grab the hospital bag before rushing you to the med clinic.

✰ He held your hand the entire time, whispering encouragements through his own choked-back tears. “You’re so strong. You’re doing so good, babe. Just a little more.”

✰ When the baby was finally born, Jayce sobbed. Holding them for the first time, he was completely overwhelmed. “They’re perfect.” His hands trembled as he cradled the tiny bundle.

✰ Fatherhood changed him. Jayce was always affectionate, but now? He was absolutely whipped for his kid.

✰ He sang lullabies at night, danced around the room to calm them down, and carried them everywhere—sometimes strapped to his chest in a baby carrier while he worked.

✰ Jayce loved watching you be a mother. Sometimes, he’d just sit and stare at you both, completely in love.

✰ He was fiercely protective. The first time someone made a snide comment about your parenting, Jayce glared so intensely they backed down immediately.

✰ Every night, he’d kiss you both goodnight. First you, then your baby’s forehead. “I love my family.”

Newborn Stage:

✰ Jayce was immediately obsessed with his child. He refused to leave their side, always hovering over the crib, making sure they were breathing.

✰ He got barely any sleep in the first few weeks—not because the baby kept him up (though they did), but because he couldn’t stop staring at them. “I made this. We made this.” He was in awe.

✰ Every time the baby made a little cooing sound, Jayce melted. If they grabbed his finger? He teared up. He was so soft for them.

✰ He was the dad who tried to do everything—bottle-feeding, changing diapers, swaddling. Except… he sucked at swaddling at first. “Why is this so hard? How do nurses do it so fast?” You had to teach him three times.

✰ He sang to them constantly. Mostly lullabies, sometimes ridiculous songs he made up on the spot. “Who’s my little future scientist? You are! Yes, you are!”

✰ His favorite thing was holding them against his chest, feeling their tiny breaths. Sometimes, he’d fall asleep like that, one hand protectively cradling their back.

Toddler Years:

✰ Jayce was the fun dad. The type to lift them onto his shoulders and run around like a horse. “Faster, Daddy!” “Alright, hold on tight!”

✰ He loved bath time. He always ended up getting drenched because he let them splash too much, but he didn’t care. Seeing their little giggles made it worth it.

✰ He was extremely protective. If they tripped and fell? He was right there to scoop them up. “You okay, sweetheart? Lemme see—oh, just a little scrape. You’re so tough.”

✰ He called them every cute nickname under the sun—kiddo, champ, sweetheart, my little genius.

✰ Jayce was also surprisingly patient. Even when they threw tantrums, he never raised his voice. He’d kneel down to their level, talking them through it. “Hey, hey… use your words. Tell me what’s wrong, okay?”

✰ If they woke up scared at night? Jayce immediately picked them up, letting them sleep on his chest while rubbing their back.

✰ The baby adored him. They always reached for him first, and Jayce absolutely thrived off it.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

Telling Him:

✰ You were nervous. Viktor wasn’t against the idea of children, but he had never seemed actively interested in having any. His work consumed most of his time, and he struggled with his own health.

✰ You decided to tell him in the simplest way possible—just sitting him down after dinner and handing him the test.

✰ Viktor looked at it, confused at first. Then his eyes widened slightly, lips parting. “Is this… positive?”

✰ When you nodded, he inhaled sharply. He was completely still for a moment, staring at the test, before looking up at you.

✰ His voice was soft, almost unsure. “You’re pregnant?"

✰ You braced yourself for any reaction—shock, worry, maybe even fear. But then, his expression softened, and he let out a breathy chuckle. “Well… I suppose we will have to find tiny clothing soon, no?”

✰ Viktor smiled. It was small at first, but as he reached out to touch your stomach, it grew. His hand trembled slightly. “I never imagined… But, if it’s with you, then… I think I could be a good father.”

✰ You both stayed up late that night, just talking. Viktor admitted he was scared—of not being around long enough, of not being a good parent—but he promised to try. “I want this. I want them.”

Pregnancy:

✰ Viktor wasn’t as overbearing as Jayce, but he had his own way of caring. He made sure you had proper nutrition, checking in throughout the day. “Have you eaten yet? You need more iron.”

✰ He worked late into the night, but he always came home to kiss your belly before bed.

✰ Viktor loved feeling the baby move. The first time he felt a kick, he looked so surprised. His eyes widened, and he whispered, “Ah, they are strong… like their mother.”

✰ He talked to the baby a lot when he thought you weren’t listening. Soft, whispered stories about his childhood, his mother, his work. “I hope you will be much smarter than your father.”

✰ He built little inventions for the nursery—custom mobiles, a self-rocking crib, a temperature-regulated bassinet.

✰ Viktor worried about being a good father, but every time you reassured him, he softened, kissing your forehead. “As long as you are here, I think we will be fine.”

Birth & Fatherhood:

✰ Viktor was calm when you went into labor—until the pain started getting bad. Then, he panicked internally.

✰ He refused to leave your side, holding your hand through everything, whispering “Just a little longer, my love.”

✰ When he held his child for the first time, Viktor’s breath caught. He was completely in awe, his eyes misting over. “They are… beautiful.

✰ He was a soft father. The type to fall asleep in his chair with the baby curled up on his chest. The type to hum lullabies while working.

✰ Despite his worries, he was an amazing dad. Because he loved them. Because he loved you.

Newborn Stage:

✰ Viktor was terrified at first. He held the baby like they were made of glass, hesitant, unsure. But the moment they nestled into his chest? He was done for. “Oh… they are so small.”

✰ He was incredibly gentle. Rocking them slowly, tracing tiny patterns on their back. He hummed lullabies while pacing the room.

✰ Sleep deprivation hit him hard, but he never once complained. If the baby cried, he was up instantly, cane clacking as he moved.

✰ He constantly worried about his health. “What if I am not around long enough? What if they barely remember me?” But you reassured him, and he held onto that.

✰ He loved reading to them. Even as a newborn. He’d sit with them in his arms, quietly murmuring passages from his research notes.

✰ The baby loved him. They’d always fall asleep faster in his arms than anywhere else. You’d walk in to see Viktor knocked out in his chair, baby asleep on his chest.

Toddler Years:

✰ Viktor was patient but firm. He didn’t tolerate tantrums. He’d sit them down and say, “I understand you are upset, but we do not throw things, yes?”

✰ He was the dad who explained everything. “Why is the sky blue?” “Ah, well, that is due to the scattering of light—” You had to stop him sometimes. “Vik, they’re three.”

✰ His favorite thing was teaching them how to tinker. Even at a young age, he’d give them little tools, letting them “help” him. “See? You are already a genius.”

✰ The baby followed him everywhere. Holding onto his coat, waddling after him in the lab.

✰ Viktor made them tiny inventions—a music box that played lullabies, a small Hextech nightlight shaped like a star.

✰ He wasn’t the best at playing physical games, but he’d let them ride his cane like a little horse. “Hold on tight.”

✰ The first time they called him “Papa,” he froze. Then, he smiled so soft it nearly broke you.

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ericscroptop · 4 months ago

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Teacher’s Pet

✧ pairing: student teacher! eric x fem student! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, male receiving, filthy oral sex, hand job, so much spit, dirty talk, praising, pet names, cursing, kissing, filthy, obsessive reader, power imbalance? public sex? like one comment of degradation (reader is called a slut once), perverted, nasty, messy reader and eric

✦ word count: 5.7k words

✧ synopsis: you’re in your own world, not really a social butterfly and just going about your business in focusing on your education. that is, until your professor’s student teacher catches on to how you’re not so innocent and proper after all.

✦ note: if this type of pairing bothers you, then do not engage! always remember that all my work is purely fiction.

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Thursday. The day of the week you looked forward to the most.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, you had a Geology lecture to attend.

The course was held during the evening, meaning class would end while it was dark out now because of the recent time change. You kinda hated that.

This course also had no real relation to your major. It wasn’t of any interest to you. You needed a generic science credit, so you had to take it as one of your requirements to graduate.

While picking classes and scheduling for the semester, you happened to have no other choice than to pick this Geology class.

In all honesty though, the content and course in itself wasn’t too bad. Sometimes, lessons of the different types of rocks or volcanoes did activate your brain. Only sometimes.

And, the reason you looked forward to coming to class every Thursday was because your professor was accompanied by a special guest: Eric Sohn.

Your professor had a teaching assistant to work alongside him. You’ll never forget the first day you were introduced to him. You’ve genuinely never seen anyone more handsome than him in your entire life.

Eric Sohn served as one hunk of a man. It’s so shallow and shameful of you to reduce him to sole eye candy, but how could you help it?

There was a juxtaposition between him and other teachers you’ve had in the past.

First things first, he’s a graduate student. He has to be only a few years older than you. Right off the bat, he was obviously more intriguing than the other old geezers (no offense) and middle-aged professors that worked here.

His looks also will immediately hit you like a truck with just one tiny peek at him. The features he was blessed with were hypnotic. His face was crafted beautifully, having honey skin that highlighted those sharp features of his.

On most occasions, thick black frames perched over his prominent nose. He also never slacked off with his outfits, coming to class every week in business casual attire that seemed more elevated with that pretty face of his and unique details.

What made him stand out apart from his handsome and youthful face were the unique coverings that painted and pierced through his skin and body.

The curved barbell on his left eyebrow, silver hoops dangling from his earlobes, and classic black ink that covers one of his forearms makes him look far from ordinary.

It fits him perfectly, bringing the Gen Z out of him that makes him easily stand out in the crowd.

You’re lucky that college exposes you to many cool-looking people. Even so, you never thought one of those people you find ever so alluring, would be one of your teachers.

Your observant-ass only further ate up anything you could pick up on or read based off his mannerisms and speech. He’d sometimes take over the lectures, leading the class instead of your main professor. You dissected the way his hands would relax into his pockets, him push his glasses up now and again, and him suck in a small breath in between talking.

Today was no different than any other time he’s present in class. You attended this course twice a week, but Eric only made an appearance on Thursdays. So you made sure to cherish that hour and thirty minutes in the same room as him extra well.

When you walked into your class and took your spot in your unassigned-assigned seat in the second to first row, you quickly noticed your main professor wasn’t present. So unlike him.

As soon as everyone settled and class begun, Eric announced that your other professor had private matters to take care of that prevented him from coming to campus today, so he’d be in full-force charge of lesson for the day.

Every other time, Eric sat on the sidelines and if he did take over class, it would be under the guidance of your other professor— or for mere assistance.

All the attention would be drawn to him, and for some reason, that made you all giddy inside.

And not to kiss his ass just because of your colossal crush on him, but he gave smooth-tongued lectures. He was an expert on the lessons he gave, very informative and not just reading straight off a powerpoint or textbook.

Maybe his looks played a major role in why you pay attention during lectures, but he really had a way of speaking.

His delivery of the material was satisfying. He’s just as well qualified to teach at the level your older professor does. Furthermore, he’s quite the entertainer, mindlessly throwing witty commentary and fun analogies with his lectures.

He knew how to keep students engaged. Without trouble he brought smiles and laughter to your faces, even getting students to willingly participate.

You on the other hand, stayed on the down low. Funny, ‘cause there isn’t much to hide when your class was on the smaller side— not auditorium-level, the amount of girls in the room could be counted with one hand as this is a male-dominated class, and you chose to sit close to the front.

Still, you remained to stay as a background character, allowing room for the regular extroverts to ask and answer questions and engage in conversations. You weren’t really the type to speak up, and kept to yourself.

Nonetheless, you still paid attention like the rest.

You stayed busy anyways with how your mind ran laps with the various daydreams you envisioned. Eric Sohn served as the main love interest of your created scenarios, constantly sweeping you off your feet and doing things to you that were anything but holy.

Poor you, always in your head, day-dreaming like it’s a disease. Eating away at your brain with fantasies about someone you definitely cannot have, and definitely does not see you in the way you view him. He must already have a lover at home, or he knows he’s hot shit and has everyone wrapped around his finger.

Your thoughts were like that of a young teenager, filled with thirsty fantasies of someone you shouldn’t even dare to see in that way. It’s so hard though; He’s too easy on the eyes.

However, you wouldn’t act on those fantasies, certainly. That’d be ridiculous. But a girl could dream.

During lecture, you diligently took notes while retaining every word and detail that leaves his mouth.

The air in the classroom today was rare. He was in control and in focus, sparking your senses even more than usual.

As much as you tried to tame your dreamy, indecorous thoughts, they couldn’t be kept quiet. You watched the man you crushed on stride while lecturing, hands clasped together and using them to gesture while speaking, making the bracelets adorning his wrists jingle slightly.

His eyes would roam around in front of him as he spoke, not focusing on anything in particular unless he was looking at the projector screen, or person who answered or asked a question.

If his eyes happened to land on you even for a split second, holding contact until he fleeted them away, a hot sensation shot up your body, palms quickly sweaty.

That further provoked you, mindlessly chewing on the end of your pen in attempt to stabilize your heart rate and mind.

You had to be an embarrassment to society, geeking out over your hot student teacher as if you were an immature teenager. Here you were, squealing internally inbetween note-taking, striving to keep your hormones under control.

He’s just too damn attractive for your own good. How can you not yearn for him and ogle, even letting your eyes zero in and lower down towards his cro—

“See you guys next week! Have a good and safe weekend. Don’t forget to stay warm, it’s getting chillier.” Eric’s voice snaps you out of your perverted trance.

Quickly, the sounds of students rising from their seats and items being packed echoed the room. Some were eager to flee out, not hesitating in heading towards the door.

A quiet sigh lets out your mouth. Whether it be from exhaustion, relief, or getting the ick from your feelings— who knows?

You’re just ready to get back to your place, have some dinner, and fall deep into sleep. When you start to get a couple steps out from your row though, a voice catches your attention.

“Miss, Y/L/N?”

You stopped in your tracks.

“Can you stay for a bit? There’s something I want to discuss with you.”

Your heart dropped to your ass.

“Sure!” you voiced, calmly walking towards the front of the room where he stood. On the inside, you were anything but that.

You cannot recall a time that you were asked to stay after for something you’re unaware of. You’ve barely had any real interactions with your professor, let alone the student teacher. So what could this possibly be about?

Everyone else exited aside from yourself and three students who were talking to Eric. You’d figure people would wanna bolt out of class as soon as possible, but there was always those students that had burning questions post-lecture. Or in this case, simply wanted to linger longer to chat it up with the coolest guy ever.

You timidly stood on the sidelines, patiently waiting for them to wrap up their conversation.

With each second that passed, it made you even more anxious. Not only did you have to chat with your professor about God knows what, but it’s with the guy that unknowingly lives in your mind rent free.

In the time it takes to wrap it up with your classmates, you’re starting to prepare yourself for the worst-case scenario. Recently, you had written and submitted a two-page report, paired with a powerpoint on a particular landmark. Honestly, the requirements for it weren’t too strict, and it was certainly nothing compared to the ten-page paper you had to write for a different course.

But, you did write it last minute, and you had a habit of taking things from the internet and just rearranging the sentence structure.

There’s a chance that he wants to chat with you to reprimand you for your work. Oh, God. If you find yourself in a case of plagiarism, you don’t know what you’ll do with yourself. You’re getting queasy just picturing it. He needs to hurry up and get this over with since you’re shitting bricks while—

“Hey, so, I wanted to talk about your recent report.”

Fuck. Here we go.

“Your report was phenomenal. I read yours already— I have yet to put in the grades, but yours was probably the best in the class.”

Huh?

He’s commending you? In-person over an amateur, half-assed assignment that was nothing in comparison to actual, well-written research reports.

I mean, it is worth a decent percentage of your grade, but still…

“Oh— wow, uh, thanks. I didn’t think it was that impressive.” there’s a mix of surprise, confusion, and relief within your tone. You give him a shy smile, loosely playing with your fingers. Your eyes don’t dart away from his, though. It’d be disrespectful to do so, and as much as the shared gaze made your body roar in flames, you needed to remain nonchalant.

“Please, you’d be surprised how many college students can’t write for the life of them.” he scoffs, smiling at the thought. It prompts you to laugh softly. You swear you see sparkles in his eyes, and that gorgeous smile of his has your heart skipping beats.

“It’s refreshing to read some good stuff. Especially from a student like yourself.”

Your eyes widen just a tad at that, not going unnoticed by Eric.

“You’re not as outspoken or talkative as the others— at least, not in class. Which, I totally get. But, it’d be nice to hear more from you.”

You still give him a polite smile, sorta sheepish at his words. It is true that you remain on the quieter side. There was a severe lack of participation from you. Curse your timidness.

“It’s always the quiet ones that always work the hardest.”

That has you blushing hard. Your unattainable crush acknowledging you and going as far as to personally applaud you for efforts you thought went unnoticed.

To be experiencing this is like a dream; You don’t want to wake up.

Even if you outwardly denied it or just shyly smiled and brushed it off on the exterior, on the inside, it boosted your confidence and made you feel like you were worth something via the eyes of someone else.

Any compliment given to you had you eating it up, craving more even after you digested it. Constantly seeking validation in any form.

“I’ve heard that it’s also the quiet ones with a colorful imagination… and are the freakiest.”

Now that gets the smile on your face to slowly falter, looking at him all paralyzed, while he just casually dips his hands in his pockets, all relaxed as if he didn’t just insinuate something outlandish.

“Wouldn’t you agree?” he nods, you still confused.

“I’m sorry, what?” you nervously laughed. If you weren’t mistaken, you’d believe he was being suggestive. Provocative, perhaps? But this couldn’t be.

He has to laugh back, amusement etched in his features at your expression. Unfortunately you seem oblivious, but luckily for you, he’s not.

“Don’t act so coy, now.” he takes a small step forward, but it’s still enough to close distance between you two. Your heart’s palpitating.

“Or are you really clueless?” he cocks his head, allowing his eyes to freely rake over your form.

The height difference isn’t striking, but his glaring makes you feel rather small. You’ve indulged in the fantasy you’ve created of him having you as he wished and vice versa in your head. But the possibility of it unveiling behold you is… hard to swallow.

“You’re not so subtle with that little act you’ve got going on. I see the way you look at me.”

Fuck.

Now is when you panic. Your face is turning red hot, and there’s this dizzy feeling that’s bestowing upon you in hearing that he’s aware of your gawking. The desire to run away and bury yourself into a hole is vastly strong right now. But there’s no escaping from this.

“Mr. Sohn, I’m really sorry… I— I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable… This is really inappropriate of me.” by this point, your eyes were growing heavy, flickering with tears threatening to break out. This was so shameful, and there’s really nothing you can do to save yourself from your disgusting behavior.

However, it surprises you when he doesn’t start spitting out rightfully-deserved berates.

Instead, his hands fly up to hold your shoulders.

“Hey, hey…. Who said it made me uncomfortable.” he utters softly while holding you, making you bite your lip to keep yourself stable. His touch and what he says has you looking at him all misty-eyed, perplexed to say the least.

He wets his lips with his tongue and snickers, looking off to the side before locking his vision back to you.

“The way you look at me and my bulge is really fucking hot.”

It feels like your ears are playing tricks on you. This has to be some sort of test, or maybe you’re too caught up in your head that this feels real.

He gestures his hand out for you to grab it, and while hesitant at first, you do. He directs your hand over his crotch, pressing it over the area.

You gasp silently in shock that you’re actually feeling his clothed dick. Eric lowly breathes, eyes still on you with a visible appetite. Your gaze wobbles from his eyes to where your hand rested underneath his.

His manhood’s seemingly begging to be let free from his slacks, cock kissing your hand through the layers with a gnawing throb.

“Is this what you want?”

This sounded like a straight-up Wattpad fantasy. Shit like this actually happened in real life? Eric Sohn was making a move on you, being so risqué. And what makes it worse is that you’re falling for it, as this is all you’ve ever hoped for.

“You really want me like this?” that’s really the best response you could come up with. There’s a possibility he’s playing tricks on you. He could be teasing you and then turn this into some sick joke.

But he continues to leer over the length of your body, particularly lingering over your chest. Mentally you hi-fived yourself for deciding on a low-cut top today. Though, having this sudden ravenous attention on you made you want to disintegrate. How can you handle this heat?

His eyes soften for a moment, grinning while moving a hand to grab hold of your chin gently. Your breathing practically stills at the contact with starry eyes.

“‘Course, baby. You’re gorgeous.” he breathes out, making you purse your lips to prevent yourself from smiling like an idiot. Your cheeks on the other hand, are definitely blushing like a bitch.

His thumb slides faintly over your cheek until it’s dangerously close to your lips, hanging just on the corner of your mouth.

“Will you show me how good of a girl you are and blow me?” his breath fans out in front of you, pussy pulsing from his plead.

Your lips part in surprise. His utterance makes you go blank, and you only stare at him with a gaze that asks if this is crossing the line.

But with the way you haven’t protested against his behavior thus far, and having knowledge of your feelings towards him, that’s enough to tell him that you’re intrigued and willing to get dirty.

He should make sure to have your verbal consent, though.

The tip of his thumb fully lands on your bottom lip, beginning to strum slowly at the appendage. His eyes are overcast with carnal desire, while yours are too entranced on him, battling with yourself to not close them, for you fear you’ll miss out on what’s in front of you.

“Words, hon.” he says sweetly. This overwhelming feeling to give yourself to him and let him have it crashes over you. The idea of this gorgeous man blessing your mouth and throat with his cock sounds heavenly.

Now that you’re living your wildest dream, put into this position, looking into his eyes up close, you’re blind to any morality. Having his attention like this makes you want to submit to anything he has to say.

You’re not thinking about how wrong this is, or how it may make you seem whorish to willingly give yourself up to him like a naive girl.

You just need to have a taste of him.

“Wanna suck you off. More than anything.” deep inside your soul and in the back of your mind, indignity resides there. But, you have this chance to be sexually frisky with this man. There was no way in hell you could pass this up.

He gives you a satisfied smirk at your answer, dropping his hand from your face and giving you a nod.

“On your knees.” he instructs.

Despite your confident words, your heart’s pounding. You find his attractiveness intimidating, so as weak and desperate as you are for him, you hope he be the same for you.

You kneel down in front of him, ignoring the cold, dusty floor that you fall upon. Your hands rest over your thighs, orbs overlayed with vulnerability and form ready to offer yourself.

Eric wastes no time, the unbuckling and loosening of his belt ringing in your ears. You swear you start to feel arousal pool in your panties just from that.

His pants drop to his ankles shortly after, eye-level with his dick that pushes up against his briefs, looking tight and bulky.

You shift slightly and blink anxiously. Although your core is whirling in excitement, you turn to the door of the classroom, praying nobody walks in or will be aware of what’s about to happen in this very room.

Eric understands, but he needs your mouth now before any more anxieties get to you. And he’s already falling for the temptation of you sat like a good girl for him, all pretty-faced with your breasts perked out, proving his neediness for you even more.

“This is all between me and you, baby girl. Don’t act so innocent now. Put those thoughts into action.” he says softly while palming himself, groaning softly while he gives himself a few caresses.

That beautiful sound of his gets you to whimper weakly, making him raise a brow and chuckle at the ounce of sound.

“Want me to make your dreams come true, hon?” Hm?”

You wet your lips and plead with your eyes before reminding yourself to use that mouth of yours as well. “Let me help you.” you murmured.

That cues him to free his cock, briefs joining his pants at the bottom while his entire length springs up, meeting it in all its glory.

Eric grabs it, tauntingly waving it in front of you, your pupils following and processing his hefty size, especially fixating on his pink tip.

“It’s all yours. Have at it.” with that, he lets go of his shaft and you reach to let it grace your dominant hand, starting off with a light hold.

The feeling of your hand over his length has his breath hitching, more so when your finger tips start outlining a vein and caressing his cock skin, getting comfortable with him.

His bottom is leaning against the teacher’s desk, hands holding onto the edge of it as you finally touch him with your lips. You drag and pucker your lips to greet his cock calmly at first, giving his tip nice kisses and tasting it by tonguing at his slit.

That causes him to hiss and provide you with a lazy smile.

“Cute, hmm… Sweet girl.” he coos, mesmerized when you give his blushed tip one last smooch before letting your tongue hang out to smooth it over the underside of his length, dragging it all the way to the top and flashing him with a seductive gaze.

You left behind your saliva and savored the taste of his skin, treating his shaft like the yummiest popsicle you’ve been dying to try.

Eric’s lips part, hissing out a curse word at that dangerous, sultry look of yours as you lick up on him. That dirty side of you that you kept veiled is coming out for him to see.

The chance to comment on your teasing is ripped away from him when you suddenly envelop your lips around his head, one hand on his base gripping him with just enough effort while your mouth got to sucking some of his cock to start off.

It makes him immediately throw his head back, throat rumbling from the sensation, cock fluttering.

Your movements are not rushed at all to begin with, stroking his cock with your mouth at a calm rhythm and stopping for a second when you reached his tip again. Repeating this process a couple times.

You stayed with this pace until you felt the need to take a minor break, removing yourself entirely from his length to take a breather.

You licked your lips and still gave him stimulation with your hand while you were off, lubricating him with the saliva you’ve left behind and ensuring to spread the precum that’s shining from his tip.

“I knew you’d treat me good…. Little vixen.” he compliments you, bringing a hand to one side of your head, holding some hair that threatened to cover that gorgeous face of yours.

You stretched your body up, squeezing your thighs together and breasts to express how turned-on this got you.

Bubbles of spit emerged from your lips as you looked up at him with pouty-eyes, honeyed look such a contrast from the dirty work your mouth’s doing.

With a hand still resting on the side of your face, he guides your mouth back to his shaft.

Readily, you open up and take him into your moist entrance, grabbing hold of his thighs for security while you allow him to take control of your movements.

Eric’s incapable of holding out against the urge to push his hips towards the source that’s granting him divine pleasure. So, he thrusts into your mouth and you allow it, accommodating to being driven deeper by relaxing your jaw and sticking out your tongue.

He bobs you over his cock repeatedly, every other couple shoves closer to his end than the last.

Your lips sucked and squeeze his girthy length, saliva building up as you sucked him off, creating wet sounds. The farther he pushed you, it felt like you were swallowing him. His fat cock buried inside your mouth, making you whimper at the fullness that consumed you.

“Shhhhh… Be good for me, sweetie. You can take it, yeah?” he coaxes, pushing you further and stopping once your mouth was fully stuffed and nose touched his pubic bone.

Choking on his entire cock dazed you, trying your best to remain calm and let him hold you for a bit in this position before you needed fresh air.

The groans of his were gratifying, altering your brain chemistry from his sounds and having him shove your throat full of his fatty meat. You wanted to prove to him that you deserved this. That you’re a girl he’ll never forget.

He pulls you off after some seconds pass, hand falling to his side and you immediately gasped for air, brows knitted together as you coughed. You were slobbering, spit raining down your chin.

You hate wasting time though so once you collect yourself, you dive down towards his ballsack, navigating your tongue along his sack and lower shaft, licking up on him with a teasing smile and breathy laugh.

You then starts to kiss his balls affectionately, sucking them with eager in between. Nose-deep into his sack, his wet shaft taps your head, your insides swirling from indulging in his package.

“Cock drunk, aren’t ya, eh? he sneers, amused by your head game and breathing heavily from such.

You simply continue smiling, and stick your tongue out. Eric grabs hold of his cock, slapping his tip over it lightly three or four times, you humming at this heavy feeling.

Your core shivers from his dark, dilated eyes blaring down into you. In front of you, Eric’s enjoying the view and service you provide to him. Being on your knees, face growing messier by the second, seeing the sneak peek of your tits in that top, and that cheeky smile of yours is driving him mad.

He knows for a fact that you’re gonna make him bust soon.

Ardently, your mouth finds itself closing over his length again. A hand of yours holds his wet base while you go to town on him, blowing only halfway and flicking your tongue back and forth.

Eric’s so greedy, and decides to challenge you once more by grabbing a fistful of some of your hair to have a hold on you. He doesn’t aggressively pull on you, though. He just wants to keep you in just the right spot while he starts boning into your mouth again.

He bites down on his bottom lip before letting go to part his lips in bliss, moaning from your increased sounds of slurping and squelching. It’s insanely hot and wet, fucking up his senses in the best way possible.

“You may act like a sweetheart, but you suck cock like a fucking slut.” he grunts out, getting your pussy to clench from him referring to you as such. You’d suck his dick like a slut for him any time, any where.

His free hand maneuvers to your chin, holding you even more fastened. He doesn’t let up dragging you over his length, having hold on you to keep you just where he wants you.

Tears brim your eyes, vision blurry as you swallow and are stuffed full of girthy cock. He face fucks you into oblivion, incessantly bullying your throat. There’s a chance he’d bruise your soft palate, but getting him off meant more than temporary pain.

The amount of spit that soaked his manhood had you gurgling, splash-like sounds on repeat like a song. Those smutty noises push his drive even more, chasing after the high that’s calling to him. Almost there.

You moaned and hummed around him. Partly because you were also aroused at the sounds being produced, but also because your jaw was sorta starting to burn. There was no intent on stopping, though.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl.” his throat rumbles, largely from the vibrations of your moans stimulating his shaft further.

Air was getting knocked our of your lungs, and he further pushed your limits by bringing your face against his pubic bone again. Your lips stretched out as far as you could get them to, nose squished against his skin, with your bottom lip and chin touching his sack.

His cock fully down and inside the canal of your mouth/throat has him spacing out, consumed in the feeling of you taking care of his beloved manhood incredibly well.

Tears burn your eyes and one or two even manage to slip down to your cheek. His girthy cock is jammed-packed in your mouth, feeling clogged up and overloaded. It has you pressing your nails sharply into the skin of his thighs. Eric releases guttural groans, motivating you to stay strong.

After a moment, he kindly pulls you off. You’re tugged off with a large heave paired with choked mewls. Bubbles and foam of your drool slip down his length, tears staining your cheeks from the intensity.

Your face is definitely fucked up thanks to his cock, but Eric looks down at you with heavy lidded eyes, mesmerized by the ironically holy sight that looks so attractive from his perspective.

“Pretty girl.”

You whimpered at his remark, inching over to his balls to hide yourself and finish your job. You’re growing tired, but you sensually kiss and suckle some more at his hefty sack, ensuring to provide them with equal attention.

You could swear this gets him to let free a whimper, and so you persist with playing with them. You burrow and brush your nose and mouth against his balls, dreamy smile radiating your features.

Eric in concert grabs a hold of his cock, stroking and gripping himself in the right spots. He pumps his slippery shaft, head spinning from the touches, cock growing more stiff and breathing as heavy as ever.

“Shit, almost there.” he rasps, all tensed.

“Lemme cum down your throat.” he requests, knowing that it will be rapturous.

Plus, it would be easier to empty out down your throat instead of on your face, or anywhere else.

Eager to drain him dry, you swiftly swing up and over his shaft one last time.

Hard, but lazily, he jerks and twitches in your mouth, dominant hand holding onto your hair strands. He grunts and growls while exploding spurts of his seed inside your mouth.

Your eyes are shut, soaking in the sensation of him impregnating your mouth.

His hard cock pulsates, cum blazing as it releases. When he finally stops twitching, you swipe your tongue over his tip to make sure every last drop ends up in the right place.

He pulls out, his labored breathing serving as background noise while you swirl the thick consistency of his nut around, savoring him before letting it all slide down your throat.

You covered your mouth politely while swallowing, (even though there’s no point in being well mannered after giving him an untamed blow job) ensuring none of it spills out and all travels down you esophagus.

His body and psyche feels weak after orgasming, and his spine shivers while he catches his breath, but he still attempts to look at you: blinking in a daze, sniffling and licking at your lips.

Paired with messy, out-of-place hair, there’s a big ring around your mouth and nose area that no longer matches the rest of your face. He throat-fucked most of your makeup off, making him chuckle at your appearance and appreciating your devoted labor.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy. Wish you could see yourself right now.” he says in awe.

“Lemme see, open wide for me.” he then refers to showing him that you drank him up all the way.

Obeying, you open and stick out your tongue, giving him that proud look of a girl who swallowed every last bit of cum given to her.

“That’s a good girl. A really good girl.” he smirks, letting a hand down to the top of your head, patting your head delicately.

That has your cheeks swelling in fulfillment, cunt just as happy to hear that praise from the way it tingles.

His hand slithers lower towards your mouth, swiping affectionately at your corner. Although you already showed how strongly you felt about him with your head game, you impulsively grabbed that same hand. You direct it to your lips, kissing the skin of his knuckles, eyes remaining on him as you dropped those soft pecks.

Through his glasses, you can see lust and fascination present in his eyes. More strings start pulling him towards you, past the literal strings of saliva that attached you to his cock earlier.

To your surprise, he falls to the ground, now leveled with you.

“You okay, hon?” he coos suddenly, realizing he hasn’t respectfully checked in on if you were alright from what just went down.

Your eyes soften when his do, and you twinkle at him. “Yeah.” you murmured.

He observes your blotchy, smudged, and streaked face again, biting his lower lip with a broad smile.

“Such a messy baby.” That was so hot. So good for me.”

In the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours. While a bit shocked, you fall smoothly into the kiss gladly. He kissed you tenderly, passion burning through the movement of one another’s appendages. You were kissing Eric Sohn. Your student teacher.

“Whatcha say we go back to my place and get you cleaned up and taken care of, hm? Sound good?”

This is all unethical, but how could you pass this up? Nothing mattered except for the man you just gave the sloppiest top to. This is pathetic of you, but you needed more of him. And you reckon he wants to get to know more of you, too.

“Okay.” you grinned.

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there can be no covenants between men and lions

ryomen sukuna x reader summary: sukuna would rather contemplate your murder than come to terms with his feelings for you, but you call him out on his bullshit. w/c: 3k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst to fluff. aged up!yuuji. heavy kissing. features yuuji x reader and he is, of course, best boy. cursing. sukuna decides he wants to kill you (so obviously there are mentions of murder and such) but cant even stand the sight of you upset, what a goof. i'd once again like to think sukuna's not too ooc in this but im still more than likely delusional. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: i was so touched by all of the love that part one received, i wanted to try my hand at part two. i hope i've done it justice! just as part one references homer's the odyssey, this references homer's the illiad because sukuna is very hot and well read. achilles, the protagonist of the novel, is discussed. i'm definitely open to writing a part three, because this one is much heavier on the angst and i miss soft sukuna from part one. series masterlist // masterlist

you and yuuji rarely argue, but when you do, it's often over his aversion toward seriousness, even when a situation calls for it. though you really should have kept your mouth shut, because in this moment, you'd give anything to see his typical carefree expression.

his eyes are regarding you intently, taking in your flustered appearance with knitted brows.

"yuuji..." you trail off, wracking your brain for an explanation of your current predicament.

despite the fact he regained control of his body only moments ago, one of his hands is curled around the back of your neck, while the other is resting on your hip.

"baby, what happened?" he presses, the tone of his voice entirely unreadable.

"s-sukuna," is all you can manage to choke out.

his eyes darken immediately, his jaw tensing in a way that intimidates you. "he hurt you."

you really can't tell if it's a question or a statement, and your response comes a little too quickly. "no! that's not... no."

the next few seconds tick by in a slow sort of agony, heat creeping up your cheeks.

he notices for the first time that his head is eerily quiet. no snide remarks, no scathing commentary. just his own thoughts as he pieces together the situation.

his gaze drops to the angry, red marks littering your neck and you watch in helpless horror as understanding passes his features.

"oh."

the word hangs in the air as you await his reaction, fully anticipating disgust and betrayal. you're positive it's only a matter of time before he throws you out of the apartment and tells you to never come back.

what you don't expect, however, is the way his shoulders relax as the tension leaves his face.

he straightens himself, arms falling to his sides, but he doesn't put any distance between your bodies.

"how long have you...?" he's not quite sure how to phrase the question.

"a few months. this was the first time anything... um... happened. we usually just talk."

he tilts his head to the side, so you clarify. "after you've fallen asleep."

mulling over the information, he hums in response, looking thoughtful for a few more seconds. then, his usual demeanor is back and he grabs your hand. "wanna get dinner? i'm starving!"

he tugs you a few feet toward the door before you come to your senses. "woah, woah. wait a second, yu."

when he looks back at you expectantly, you find that his face holds not one hint of bitterness or judgement. "aren't you angry?"

you're amazed to find that he's the one looking sheepish.

"how could i be? it's not exactly easy to be with me when i have a thousand year old curse rattling around in my body, but you stay anyway," he expresses, making your heart soften. "i just want you to be safe, so i'll take whatever relationship the two of have now over him being a threat to you."

as your hands reach up to cradle his face and your eyes sparkle with adoration, you briefly wonder how you ever found such a sweet man. he places a quick kiss to your lips, the smile on his face easy going as ever. "sooooo, i'm thinking takoyaki or maybe udon—"

"we can get whatever you want," you glance at the spatters of blood across his chest left there from the mission, no doubt from sukuna's careless slaughter. "as long as you go wash up first."

"right!" he agrees quickly, bounding off to the bathroom.

you stand alone in the middle of your living room, left with the ghost of both yuuji and sukuna's lips against yours and a sense of bewildered excitement.

back in his prison, however, sukuna is furious with himself. he should have let you die that day he kept you from being run over. better yet, he should have killed you with his own hands before the brat won back control of his body.

he is a terrible being that delights in carnage, a fact that's well known even centuries later. so why, when he could have done anything in the world, did he go to you? you even asked that same question before you—

he rejects the memory of you pressing your lips to his disdainfully.

your foolishness and your naivete are revolting. your softness and your pliancy are nauseating.

he shouldn't have been anywhere near you, if not to rip your obnoxious heart from your chest like he'd always planned. it was a situation he'd dreamt about and now it's slipped through his fingers, even though those same fingers had graced your fragile little neck.

you were nothing more than a clueless mouse in the jaws of a snake, and though the pains of hunger have been tearing at its stomach for years now, the serpent let itself starve.

sukuna retreats to his domain, fingers prodding at his temples irritably. he allows himself to wallow for a few hours, shutting out both you and the brat.

then, steeling his resolve, he begins to watch and wait like the predator he knows himself to be.

lulled into a false sense of security regarding your safety, it's clear that yuuji has let his guard down. just barely so, but enough that sukuna can see a few weaknesses in his chains. ironic seeing that, now more than ever, the king of curses wants you dead.

it goes without saying that he promptly ceases his nightly interactions with you. it's beneath him, wasting his time with a human. he knows that now.

but while he may not speak to you, he cannot refrain from stealing glances as the days stretch on. you're usually reading, completely oblivious to his watchful eye. he convinces himself it's simply to keep tabs on you, as he's deemed you his foremost enemy.

he's not sure how much time has passed when you begin calling out for him in hushed whispers after yuuji falls asleep, the hurt and confusion in your voice plain to him. it's irksome, and evidently, you're incapable of taking a hint.

his silence becomes more painful with each turn of the moon. you're a bit mortified to find that you genuinely miss him, so you just want answers. did he finally realize that you're nothing special, not worth bothering with?

eventually, growing restless, you all but beg him. "sukuna, please. talk to me. what happened? what'd i do wrong?" his chest tightens with what he believes is vexation. "you can't just make me like you and then disappear. you can't kiss me like that and then—"

"you insolent, maddening little creature!" his eye flies open just in time to see you gasp, your body jerking away from him. "shut up already! can't you see i want nothing to do with you? don't you tire of being pathetic?"

you don't dignify him with a response, swallowing thickly and turning away from him.

finally, he thinks, some fucking quiet. though if he's gotten what he wanted, why does his chest still ache?

he stares at the back of your form until the sun rises.

sukuna is no simpleton. he can be patient when he is sure of a reward, but he's thrilled that the perfect opportunity arises just two days after your encounter.

yuuji is exhausted. gojo kept him out all last night, despite the grueling mission he had today, and when he all but stumbles through your apartment door, the moon is already high in the sky.

you never mention the change in your relationship with sukuna to yuuji. even though he was so understanding, you still feel a touch awkward discussing it further. and maybe in the back of your mind, you're holding out hope that it might go back to the way it was.

sukuna watches through yuuji's eyes when you greet him, your expression half concern and half 'i told you so'. nights out with gojo usually lead to this very situation.

he showers while you finish cooking dinner and once you both eat, he helps you clean up despite his exhaustion. after whispering his thanks and pressing a kiss to your temple, he retires to bed.

you promise you'll join him soon, but sukuna knows it probably isn't true. following his outburst, you've taken to staying in the living room until you're ready to sleep.

yuuji's out before his head hits the pillow and nearly two hours later, you're still not in bed. sukuna's eager, but waits until he's sure the brat's deep in his slumber before he tries to take over. it's relatively easy, and he pushes down yuuji's unconscious mind as far as he can before rising to his feet.

this is finally it. he stretches his limbs lazily, a dangerous smirk settling on his lips. the floor creaks with each step he takes, but he pays no mind to stealth. you're no match for him.

tonight, you'll be his first victim of many and the thought of making up for his past misjudgement has him giddy with excitement.

but the sight that greets him upon exiting the bedroom— you curled into yourself on the couch, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs— it stops him in his tracks.

he wants to move, more than anything, so what the fuck is wrong with him? is the brat taking over already?

and why is that uncomfortable sensation making it's home in the center of his chest once more?

when you notice his presence, your face shifts to him and reveals your wide, teary eyes. it's clear you're surprised by his appearance, but you quickly bury your face in your knees.

you just want him to leave you alone. you hate him for what he said, for what he did. he forced his way into your life, made you care about him, and then he just vanished. he's cruel and you feel like an idiot because you should have known that from the beginning. or maybe you did and he just made you forget.

"go away. i.. i don't want to see you."

he's disbelieving, for a brief moment, that here you are giving him orders while he stands in the doorway with the intention of taking your life.

he moves toward you, invading your space in a way that is meant to be intimidating, but when you look up at him, every emotion ranging from sadness to rejection to indignation is etched into your features. though the terror he hoped to inspire is noticeably absent.

"i said go away!" you swiftly stand up, your hands meeting squarely with his chest as you push him with every ounce of power you have.

you may as well have shoved a brick wall, as he doesn't move even a fraction of an inch. he seizes one of your wrists anyway.

"what is it you think you're doing, exactly?" he spits.

"let go of me!" you beat against his chest with the hand he left free until his fingers wrap around that wrist too.

"enough."

he's certain there isn't a being that has attacked him (if he can even call that an attack) and lived to speak of it, not once in an entire millennia.

so just end the insolent brat and be done with it, he urges himself.

but he can't and he doesn't understand why, so he just stares down at you.

"what the fuck do you want?" you mean for it to come out forcefully and full of spite, but your voice cracks before you can finish.

an excellent question, indeed. what does he want?

he doesn't answer you and it's so goddamn frustrating that you begin to cry again, rambling to fill the discomforting silence. "you've already told me i'm pitiful and annoying. it's clear you think my company is insufferable, that i'm undesirable—"

that ache in his chest is unbearable now. it claws at his ribcage and shreds the flesh of his heart. it makes his stomach twist uncomfortably and rings shrilly in his ears. he can't even hear you anymore, but he can still see the tears sliding down your cheeks and the way you gasp between words.

the truth of the matter crashes down on him and the devastating weight of it is so crushing it squeezes the air from his lungs.

that feeling in his chest isn't annoyance or repugnance. its anguish— the kind that rattles his bones and leaves him sick with regret.

it's because you're in pain, and worse yet, he is the cause of it.

sukuna pushes you back against the wall before you can comprehend what's happening. his hands find either side of your face and you're alarmed to find that he looks... frightened.

"what are you doing to me?" he pleads for an explanation, because he sure as hell doesn't have one.

how can one little human hold such power over him? it's unnatural. it defies all logic and reason.

you stare at him, open mouthed. his face is so close that his breath fans across your skin and it makes you feel dizzy.

"what are you talking about?" you finally ask.

"you should be dead right now," he frets, despair seeping into every word. "it should be easy."

it dawns on you that you should probably feel afraid, but you just don't. his touch is firm, but careful. and there's no malice to be found behind his eyes. "you're not making any sense."

he thinks back on the time you've spent together, trying to figure out how the hell he ended up here— him at your mercy, rather than you at his. he remembers the first time he made you laugh and considers that it may have been the beginning of his unraveling. for the following two weeks, you both discussed homer at length as you made your way through his poetry.

"there can be no covenants between men and lions. wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other through and through." you blink at him, recognizing at once that he's quoting the illiad. his voice is low and unsteady in a way that suggests desperation. it makes you shiver. "therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall."

your eyes narrow as you begin to understand his his internal struggle, though you're unsure if he's attempting to reason with you or with himself.

"you quote achilles, and rightfully so i suppose, given your common qualities— exasperating pride and a penchant for meaningless violence." he looks relieved, like your seeming agreement eases his mind. it's short lived. "but you forget his passion."

his gaze shifts away from you, his hands withdrawing from your face.

"his passion?" he repeats as if it's the most incredulous thing he's ever heard.

"by the end of the story, is he not acquainted with regret, sympathy, and respect? he doesn't remain blind to the error of his ways forever."

"only a foolish human could make such fanciful deductions," he chides through gritted teeth, still refusing to meet your eye.

you actually laugh at him. "perhaps you shouldn't call upon achilles to make your point after all. at least he grows out of his utterly childish view of the world."

"how dare you?" he demands, his features growing wild as one hand finds your throat (his touch not nearly harsh enough to cause you any discomfort), the other colliding with the wall beside your head. his display doesn't fool you though. "you witless, wretched brat! you're nothing more than a blip in a universe you cannot even begin to understand. you sicken me."

you throw achilles' words in his face just as easily as he did to you. "hateful to me as the gates of hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another."

his gaze hardens, and for a split second, you think you may have been mistaken in your fearlessness, but then his fingers thread themselves through your hair and he pulls your lips to his.

it's rough and commanding, and he tells himself it's only to get you to shut up. to wipe that expression of smug pity from your face.

it's not because, despite the fact you know how awful he is, you're convinced there's something salvageable in him too. nor is it because you tyrannize his every passing thought. and it's certainly not because the feeling of you pressed against him brings him more satisfaction than ripping the hearts from the chests of a hundred men.

ultimately, his denial is overshadowed by his desire. your touch is nothing short of needy as you tug at his shirt, an attempt to bring him even closer, and god does he hope that means you feel just as desperate as he does. he deserves at least a little consolation.

as his hands roam every valley and curve of your body, he deems it unfair that a being whose very existence spells hell on earth should be so taken with such a devastatingly divine creature.

"i've wanted you so terribly," he mumbles against your mouth before he can stop himself.

"then fuck you for making us both wait," you breath out.

his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips in response and his lips shift to your neck. "watch that pretty little mouth of yours, brat."

he nips at the spot just below your ear hard enough that it makes you gasp, doubtless a punishment for your impudence. you recover quickly though, wasting no time with your flippant reply. "or what? you'll go back to plotting my murder?"

he pulls away from you abruptly, sighing deeply and pinching the bridge of his nose. "you truly have zero sense of self preservation, don't you?"

"guess so," you shrug, smiling at him bashfully. "can we watch a movie? i'll even let you pick."

you ask as if it's the most normal request in the world. as if he isn't a thousand year old curse that would be off turning the city to ash were he not here with you instead.

he rolls his eyes, scoffing at the ridiculousness of it all. "fine."

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dckweed · 22 days ago

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tiktok made me do it!gf vs tf141 bf

They thought they won.

After terrifying you with fake break-ins, kidnappings, and other various scare tactics, TF141 had spent the last few days walking around like undisputed champions of the prank war.

But what they didn’t know?

You were about to end their entire legacy in one night, you were coming for him. and his stupid lil friends too.

The Setup

They were all in your house tonight—your bf and his lil buddies—because they had an early deployment in the morning and they all needed to arrive on time and together.

So, naturally, they had taken over your living room, sprawled out on couches and armchairs, drinking, bullshitting, and talking about their last great victory over you, teasing you (even though you distinctly remember winning, but who’s keeping score, right?)

The fools.

They had no idea what was coming.

You had spent the last twenty minutes slinking under the bed like a goddamn cryptid, phone in hand, camera rolling.

You knew exactly what was going to happen.

Sooner or later, your boyfriend would come into the room, strip off his gear, sit on the edge of the bed, and—

Grab. His. Ankle.

It was perfect.

Captain Price – "I oughta throw you out the window"

Price was the last to go to bed, the sounds of his team snoring away in your living room came through when he opened the bedroom door, slinking in quietly. You had made it look as though you were curled up on the bed asleep already, which was believable as he’d fucked your brain loose not too long after dinner when the boys went out to rough house and play some football to work off their bloated bellies full of your warm food.

He let out a deep, tired sigh, kicking off his boots before sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples.

It was time.

You reached out, grabbing his ankle with the coldest, deadest grip possible.

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY—FUCKIN’ HELL?!*"

PRICE STRAIGHT UP PUNCHES THE FUCKING WALL.

He jumps so hard that his knee collides with the nightstand, knocking his phone off. His entire soul leaves his body for a full three seconds.

"FUCKIN’ JESUS—"

The door bursts open, Ghost and Gaz standing there with their guns drawn, Soap behind them.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Gaz shouts.

"SWEETHEART, ARE YOU OKAY?!" Soap yells, looking at the lump you formed under the bed.

Price is panting. Hands on his knees. Looking like he’s about to have a stroke.

And then—

You cackle.

From under the bed.

Price immediately knows.

"YOU FUCKIN’—" He grabs your arm and yanks you out from under the bed.

You are crying with laughter, camera still recording. "JOHN, YOU JUMPED SO HIGH—"

Price glares at you. "I oughta throw you out the fuckin’ window, sweetheart."

Soap, dying laughing now that he sees there’s no threat. “SHE GOT YOU GOOD, MATE."

Ghost, shaking his head as he takes his finger off the trigger of his gun, sliding it into the waste of his pants. "That might’ve actually taken years off your life, old man."

Price grumbles, rubbing his chest. "I felt my fuckin’ soul leave me, love."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – "you fuckin dick"

Gaz strolled into the bedroom after lunch like nothing was wrong.

His phone was in his hand, scrolling through some dumb video, completely unaware that you were camped out under the bed, ready, waiting for him to be off his guard so you could finally get your revenge.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, letting out a relaxed sigh.

And then?

You grabbed his ankle.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

GAZ LEAPS STRAIGHT UP LIKE A FUCKING CARTOON CHARACTER.

His entire body leaves the bed.

HE LANDS ON THE NIGHTSTAND.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

"KYLE?!?" You hear from the living room, loud footsteps thundering across the house,

"The fuck just happened—" Ghost burst into the room, gun raised as he checked the corners and behind the door.

Gaz fucking scrambles BACKWARD onto the bed, staring wild-eyed at his feet, leg still twitching. You can see it all in the floor length mirror in front of your bed, typically used for other shenanigans.

Soap is next into the room, John not far behind him, the latter looking more mildly annoyed than concerned about his comrade.

"SOMEONE GRABBED ME! SOMEONE FUCKIN’ GRABBED ME—"

And then—

You laugh.

From under the bed.

Gaz goes silent.

You peek out from underneath, wheezing. "Gotcha."

"BABY, YOU FUCKING DICK—" His head slowly comes over the edge, fear still evident in his eyes.

Soap falls over laughing. His gun is still in his hand as he clutched his stomach. "BRO, SHE GOT YOU."

Ghost is wheezing. "He looked so scared, mate—" He grabs your hand, pulling you from under the bed with a gentle tug, letting you pull and push on him as you climb back to your feet, you’d been under there for a while, your joints sore.

Gaz throws a pillow at you. "I hate you so much, I swear to fuckin’ God—" You cackle all the way to the kitchen, headed for the dessert you’d made as a little reward for your menace behavior.

Simon "Ghost" Riley – "prank war babe!"

Ghost is calm when he enters the room.

Like, unnaturally calm. And granted you should have felt bad for ruining that peace, for putting him on edge in that moment, and a small part of you did but you also knew you’d make it up to him later, probably on your knees, probably with tears streaming down your face.

He doesn’t even look at his surroundings, just unholsters his gun, places it on the nightstand, and starts unzipping his jacket.

He sits on the edge of the bed, sighing.

And you grab his ankle. And you stare at the mirror, phone recording as you watch him.

Ghost freezes.

Like, FULL STOP.

His head snaps downward, staring at his foot.

For a full five seconds, he doesn’t move.

Then—

He grabs his gun, standing up with it pointed at the foot of the bed.

"WHO THE FUCK—" He unlocks the safety in one movement, and you hear a round click into the chamber, watch his finger clench around the trigger, you panic.

You scream.

"WAIT—IT’S ME—" And try to clamber backwards, trying to avoid the area he was aiming incase he did fire.

Ghost gets down on his knee, perks under the bed and sees you in the shadows, next thing you know, he yanks you out from under the bed like a goddamn horror villain.

The second he sees your face, he squints, trigger finger relaxing.

"Baby… what the fuck."

You wheeze. "PRANK WAR, BABE—"

Ghost sighs so deeply that it sounds like he’s reconsidering his entire life again.

"Jesus Christ, love."

Meanwhile—

Gaz and Soap are fucking LOSING IT in the doorway, having come running when they heard your scream.

“YOU ALMOST GOT SHOT, SWEETHEART—" Soap sounds just as horrified as you were, his hand on his chest. He glared at Simon. “The fuck were you thinking, LT!”

Gaz sighs stepping into the room to help you up off the floor. “Gave her a right fright, Ghost-” He tugs your hand gently, helping you up right.

John has joined Soap in the door, sighing as he looks at the situation. “Best be making that up to her later.” He chuckles as Gaz brushes the dust bunnies off of you.

Ghost just groans, tossing his gun onto the bed. "I knew you’d fuckin’ pull some shit like this eventually."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – "ready for a snooze"

Soap is humming to himself as he walks into the bedroom, stretching, yawning. He’s ready for a nap, you wore him out this morning before the crew had arrived, and preferably he’d like to take the nap wrapped around you.

“BABY, YA READY FOR A SNOOZE?” He yells, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor.

He plops onto the bed, completely unaware.

Until—

You grab his ankle.

"FUCKIN’ HELL—"

HE SCREAMS LIKE A FUCKING CHILD.

Johnny FULL-BODY FLAILS, tripping over his shirt and landing on the floor, trying his best to scramble backwards towards the door. KICKING HIS FEET SO HARD THAT HE ACTUALLY KICKS YOU IN THE FACE.

"AHH—FUCK—" Your voice is muffled, your hand cupping your face to staunch the blood flowing from your nose.

Soap, FREAKING OUT flips onto his belly, eyes wide as he takes in the visual of you."BABE?!? WAIT—BABY?"

You roll out from under the bed, clutching your fucking nose. "OW, WHAT THE FUCK—"

Soap, horrified, replaces your hands with his own and you’re almost positive that there’s tears in his eyes, a different kind of fear in them. "OH MY GOD, BABY, I FUCKIN’ KICKED YOU, I’M SO SORRY—"

Meanwhile—

Ghost, Gaz, and Price are on the floor around you, you don’t remember hearing them move in, silent on their feet.

Ghost is removing Johnny’s hands, practically having to slap his hands away "He got you good, doll, I think it’s definitely broken—" He’s gentle in his touch, but you his when he brushes his thumb over the ridge of your nose. “Want me to set it for you? Gonna hurt like a bitch and your eyes are gonna be blacked tomorrow..but it’ll get the job done..”

Gaz is laughing silently, clapping Johnny on the shoulders. "She’s gonna kill you—"

Soap, holding your face, after pushing Simons hands away. “BABY, PLEASE DON’T BE MAD—"

You glare at him, though you know it’s your own fault. “I WAS GONNA PRANK YOU, BUT NOW I’M GONNA KILL YOU.” You shout, wincing as pain flares through your face. “No head tonight, or little videos when you’re gone..I was gonna give you the sloppiest fucking top as a goodbye present in the morning too-��

Soap is on his knees, head in his hands, actual tears flowing "NOOOOOO—"

John sighs, helping you up off the floor as Kyle consoles your boyfriend. “Right lass, you’re okay aside from the nose?” Yoh nod as he leads you to your bathroom, where he knows there’s a first aid kit because Johnny keeps one in every bathroom and the kitchen. “Good. Might be crooked when it’s healed, but you’ll be no less pretty, love.”

Moral of the Story:

The prank war is never over.

And now?

They sleep with one eye open (literally in some cases).

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gnohomotho · 2 months ago

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Can we have some husband!junho fluff?? Please i need himmmm 😭😭😭

Your wish is my command, Anon, I did my best but please forgive the cheesiness! ♥♥♥ (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Sun-Kissed Morning ☕

Pairing: husband!Jun-ho x f!reader Summary: Just fluff, endless fluff. ♥ Enjoying a morning of playful bliss with your husband, from kitchen to bedroom. Warnings: You might contract diabetes. Word count: 1.6k

The morning light gently teased your eyes. Instinctively, you rummage around the blankets to your side, trying to feel for warmth and reassurance. Finding none, your eyes flutter open. Your foggy brain registers sound from the kitchen and you breathe a sigh of relief. Not thinking any thoughts deeper than a puddle, you get up, still half asleep, and put on the first thing you find neatly folded across the chair. With a slight yawn you softly walk towards the kitchen, the smell of coffee and sweetness enveloping you as you do. You see your husband, who hasn’t noticed you, softly humming to himself, engrossed in cooking seemingly without a care for the world.

He's beautiful, you think, as you stand there, groggy, arms crossed. As beautiful as the day you met him, though there’s less stress and fervour lining his body and back. He’s relaxed, still humming. He seems…you close your eyes slowly and smile as you look at him again...happy. All of Jun-ho’s movements seem almost carefree, calculated, but no longer rigid. You almost can’t believe how…content he is. You are. You would love to stop this moment and seal it forever, this kitchen, this smell, his humming, his warmth. Your soft smile turns into a small grin as you walk up to him everso quietly and place your arms around his waist, leaning your cheek against his neck, your chest against his back. Saying no words, you gently sway with him.

“Y/N! You’re up…”

Jun-ho’s inflection rises in surprise and falls down in that softness you have grown to love so much. He turns around, still in your arms, brushing against your body entirely on purpose. One hand wriggling out of your embrace to turn off the stove, his other quickly finds your cheek and caresses your smile. He frees his other hand and pulls you into him by the small of your back, as if suddenly needing that reassurance himself – as if you could disappear any moment in the smell of cinnamon and sweetness. His hands are slowly traversing your lower back, gliding along your hips and back and back up again. The sunlight reaches his face and you see the fringed peacefulness that puts you at easy each and every morning. You can’t help but giggle and he immediately catches on your playfulness, spinning around with you and leaning you against the countertop.

“Up so early, my love?” He tries to purr in what would be the most seductive morning voice you’ve heard since yesterday, but he sounds so sweet in his effort that you start smiling into his shoulder as he rests between your legs. The sunlight caught your hair as you dipped for his shouldery sanctuary and Jun-ho is caught in the moment of bliss, snuggling into you and kissing your hair, letting himself relax and melt in affectionate bliss. He’s still cradling you softly by the hips, and you’re caressing his thigh with your calf – even now he holds you as if you could slip away at any moment, as if he’s cherishing and needing that reassurance that you won’t. You shift your hips towards him and embrace him fully – he doesn’t wait for the full cue and immediately sinks into you, hands squeezing your back and caressing your body as you feel his chest against yours. His heart, you smile, is beating into yours, his breath is gently pushing your body as he pushes it back to him.

“I love you so much.” He hums into you, momentarily pulling away to kiss your forehead, which he misses and kisses your nose, before burying himself back in your embrace. Though you barely hear the muffled murmur in your ear, you feel it quite viscerally through your chest – his large frame enveloping yours and softly, so softly, sending a rumble through your body. You pull away gently and slide a hand across his chest, tracing his neck and cupping his cheek, before kissing him on the forehead (without missing), on the nose (on purpose, and feel him chuckle), and finally, slowly, softly, as if you never wanted it to end – on the lips.

“I’m up, sweetheart, quite literally.” You look down at him with a cheeky grin as your legs still hug his waist and your chest is only inches from his – but a slight bit higher due to your newfound high ground.

“Oh?” That cheeky grin spreads until he’s fully smiling, “Having the high ground while wearing my shirt? Oh, we can’t have that.” With feigned abject resolute he pulls you closer in one swipe and lifts you up, firmly holding you to himself as if it was nothing to him. Slowly backing out of the kitchen he only turns for better manoeuvring purposes – and you have no choice but to fall into him for balance, unable to help but erupt in a giggle that you hide in the crane of his neck as you attempt your best playful discontented noises. You softly beat fake fists into his back while your legs and thighs cling to him and he’s still doing his best not to burst out laughing.

“No, that’s grand larceny, miss, Ma’am, a---” he catches his thought while narrowly avoiding the bedroom door with his frame, making very sure you don’t get hit all the while positioning you around himself. Jun-ho’s are hands still sliding and caressing your back when they’re not busy doing the holding, and he himself only moves away from your chest to speak. Jun-ho truly doesn’t want to be away from you and your warmth.

Spoken once again through the rumbling and murmur against your body than clear words, Jun-ho kisses your neck between each word and humms melodically:

“Property theft from a police officer, Ma’am, that’s no grounds for high ground.”

Between supressed giggles he finally gets you to his desired location, and with the last words murmured between kisses, Jun-ho softly half-lays, half-lets you fall into the velvety bed and before you can protest or call a lawyer, he firmly provides you with the right to remain silent with another long, tender kiss. Hands finally free to do as they please without fear of hurting you, they search and caress and slide all across your body through your – his – shirt.

“I’m going to need to confiscate that, Ma’am,” he pulls away and lifts his eyebrows, a supressed grin in the corner of his mouth fighting for its dear life. Jun-ho would almost be imposing hovering over you like that but to you, he’s anything but. You join forces with his grin in fighting the urge to start giggling, instead attempting to remain sullen and insolent. Your attempts at looking unbothered and cool are greatly hindered, however you do manage to play along – and make his efforts to remain stern all the harder.

“I will need something in return, officer…a kind of tit for tat, if you will.” You grin from ear to ear, caressing his form with your thigh, and try to replace the all-encompassing cheerful bliss with something more seductive, eyeing his shirt and belt. Jun-ho follows your gaze and as the realisation hits him, you almost see a lightbulb go off and his own grin loses the fight.

“Too bad I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

You let out a small yelp as he buries himself back into you and kisses your body through, then under your garments, trailing kisses down your cheeks, neck, collarbones, chest, all the while unbuttoning the shirt you almost got away with stealing. Every button unbuttoned is another kiss, the lower he goes, the more his back straightens and finally, he is straddling you and unbuttoning the very last button. Jun-ho looks up to check if you’re still alright with this and his gaze stops – utterly transfixed. It cannot seem to move away on its own accord. His fingers lightly hover and brush around your bellybutton where the last piece of buttoned cloth fell from, Jun-ho’s other hand resting on the side of your ribcage, still so very protective. You always wondered how his hands seemed so large against your body, how his frame and arms against yours seemed to say “I will protect you” while his face and its soft features, lighting up as they saw you, conveyed the entirety of “I see you, I know you, I love you.”

But now, Jun-ho was looking at you, his wife, softly smiling up at him, hair a shining yet beautiful mess on the pillow, hands gently resting where they fell, one along her head and one peacefully laying at her side, seemingly frozen in their forgotten feigned protest. His wife in a moment of bliss that would, only this time last year, have seemed a particularly cruel joke to him. The warmth enveloping your tender features and your content lines were enough to keep him enthralled and tranquil should the moment freeze in time – forever. His dark eyes find yours and you see nothing but tenderness and gratitude, that you mirror right back.

“I’m so glad, Jun-ho.” You whisper. “I’m so happy.”

He finally leans down to you, his hair softly tickling your face. Before Jun-ho gently touches your forehead with his own, you reach him with another kiss.

“I love you, Y/N.”

He seals it with one more kiss, you feel no words would be enough to convey your feelings for him and Jun-ho feels the same way – utterly lost for words but so glad and warm – and you both understand. So you try to say the most sensible thing in this, or indeed any given situation.

“I’m going to need your shirt, officer.”

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cuteandhughesy · 2 months ago

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auston matthews -

“you’re such a loser”.

“you’re so pretty it pains me” (said to him).

“keep still you little… troll”.

please & thank you. love your work. :)

Drunk In Love | Auston Matthews

summary: your boyfriend has to pick you up from a bar—only to find that you’re sloshed and feeling playful. prompt no. 15: “you’re so pretty it pains me” + prompt no. 28: “keep still you little…troll.”

[word count] 2.1k

warnings: drinking | drunk behaviour | suggestive dialogue

a/n: how is this my first auston work…this man was the reason I started watching hockey in 2016! i’m back to my roots with this one! also this ain’t super detailed because I don’t have the brain capacity for that 😛

🎵 drunk in love by beyoncé & jay-z

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auston is immediately bombarded when he steps into the club. not only by the overwhelming smell of hard liquor and various sweet floral perfumes, but by jennifer—your red head bubbly best friend who's celebrating her 27th birthday.

he blinks in surprise as jennifer steps in front of him, freckles still visible even under the flashing lights. "i'm sorry," she hisses, looking over her shoulder at what auston can only presume is you, "but she's sloshed." and that confirms his suspicions.

about 20 minutes ago, he answered jennifer's call. he was expecting the worse—you've always been a naturally clumsy person when drinking, and anytime you go out partying with your friends, you're coming home with more scrapes and bruises than you can count. all jennifer really told auston was that you needed a ride home asap, being very vague about the entire situation.

auston put two and two together pretty quickly.

"it's alright," he says, eyes squinting through the dark atmosphere in search of you and the sparkly red top you left the condo in. you're easy to spot, only because you're standing on top of the bar like you're in some cheesy rom com movie, laughing loudly and dancing while everyone cheers you on.

jennifer smiles awkwardly, green eyes darting between you and your less than amused looking boyfriend. auston curses, moving through the sea of bodies until he's at the crowded bar. he gently wraps his hand around you thigh, not hard, but still firm enough to grab your attention.

you look down, and immediately you're beaming at the sight of him. "austonnnnnn," you slur his name loudly, reaching down to steady yourself on his shoulders as he helps you off the table top. as soon as your heels are back on soild ground, you're jumping into auston’s arms—not without almost missing him and falling to the floor if it wasn't for auston's reflexes.

"woah, slow down," he warns lightly, large hands a warm and steady presence on your hips as he steadies you. "hi baby." auston grins slightly, eyes barley visible under the rim of his ball cap. a hiding feature he chose on purpose—auston wasn't really in the mood to wake up tomorrow morning and read a bunch of news tabloids about him picking up his hammered girlfriend at a local toronto club.

"hi." you grin, blinking slowly. auston can feel your heat through hour top-your skin hot to the touch, the affect off one too many shots. the hair you'd previously slicked back into a pony tail is now frizzy and down—eyes glassy and not all there.

auston snickers, already moving you away from the table and back to the direction of the entrance. "are you drunk?" he teases knowingly.

"pssshhh...no!" you decline loudly, shaking your head—but the way you misstep tells a whole different story. you don't even notice that though, too busy looking at your boyfriend with an imaginary lightbulb flickering above your head, "have you come to take a shot with me?" you ask, your excitement obvious.

auston hums, "no, i'm here to bring you home."

"but im not ready to go home," you pout.

"I know, but you can come out next weekend."

his words seem to do the trick, because your face relaxes and your lips form into a lazy grin. "oh yeah," you say matter of factly like it was you who came up with the idea.

"do you have your bag?" auston asks before the both of you can step outside, "where's your phone?"

your small chain bag is slung over your shoulder—which, thank god, because auston did not want to have to search for it in the women's bathroom or under the sticky tables. "my phones under my boob," you say.

he reaches out, fingers sliding under your boob to make sure it is in fact in your top.

it makes you giggle, arching into his touch, completely oblivious. "trying to cop a feel?," you slur, way too loudly for a public space. "you freak."

auston can't help the breathy laugh that leaves him, pulling off your body once he has confirmation that your phone is sitting between your ribs and left boob. "just making sure you've got everything," he corrects your insinuation lightly, wrapping his hand back around your hips. "okay, let's go."

the cold air is a shock after spending time inside the overpacked and overheated club. you instinctively curl into his side, seeking some warmth—no matter how drunk you are, you'll always find a way to get chilled.

as soon as his car is in your line of sight, you gasp, mumbling something incoherent before attempting to run towards the vehicle. you obviously don't get far, not with auston's arm holding you upright, but that doesn't stop you from stumbling on uneven sidewalk—almost sending you to your knees.

it has you giggling but also somehow gasping dramatically all at the same time.

"careful." auston chimes firmly, digging in his back pocket for his keys to unlock the car.

"woah that was scary," you snort, looking up at him with those glassed over eyes he loves. "did you almost trip too?" you ask, dead serious.

auston opens the passenger door, "almost."

"that wouldn't of been good," you slur.

"no, it wouldn't of been." he agrees easily, guiding you into the vehicle, "okay, left foot first babe."

but you're not going that easily. you turn to your boyfriend again, face flashing in fucking betrayal like he just asked you to root for the bruins. "you haven't even kissed me yet," you whine, feet planted on the concrete while your butt connects with the car seat.

he sighs, "let's get in the car first."

"please?" you slur, leaning forward dangerously. auston grips your biceps before you can face plant to the ground, but you're completely oblivious, continuing to beg in a mixture of babbling and slurring, "you're so pretty it pains me! and I need a kiss to make me feel better."

auston takes a deep breath, staring down at you for a beat—seeing if you'll give up. but you don't, continuing to look up at him like he hung the moon and the stars, lips slightly pouted and stained as you wait rather patiently. he sighs again before leaning down and giving you a quick peck.

you beam when be pulls away, bringing your left foot into the car. "you love me," you hum dreamily.

"yeah I do," auston smiles, guiding your right leg inside the car before he leans over your body, clicking the seat belt into place.

you kiss the side of his face sloppily as he makes sure you're buckled, "I love you too."

the 15 minute drive back to your and auston's shared condo is filled with the sound of your voice, singing along to random radio songs in an impromptu karaoke session. anytime you look over at auston and see that he's not singing, you squawk loudly, poking his cheek persistently until he joins in.

thankfully you don't give him too much trouble getting back out of the car, or on the elevator ride up to your floor—the most you do is stumble and talk too loudly, but auston finds it rather funny. you resemble a baby deer, and when he tells you that, you start tearing up about how cute baby animals are.

felix, your shared dog, eyes you both grumpily from his spot on the couch as you pass, clearly upset at be woken up.

auston guides you into the bedroom, helping you kick your heels off while you continue crying, now specifically praising baby horses and their tiny little horse shoes.

he grabs your oversized pyjama shirt, which is actually one of his old men's league shirts that you'd stolen years ago when you first met. auston turns back to you, placing the shirt beside you on the bed. "okay," he starts, "arms up baby."

"why?"

"because you need to get changed," auston says.

you whine, muttering something about feeling tired. regardless you lift your arms, limbs all floppy and heavy as auston attempts taking your sparkly top off.

you wiggle and squirm, laughing as auston's calloused fingers graze against the side of your ribs. your movement makes him sigh, teetering on impatient. "stay still you little...troll."

that gets you to stop moving. "hey! that's mean." you pout incredulously.

"it's not," auston answers easily, pulling your shirt fully off. now free, your phone falls to your lap with a plop. "trolls are cute"

you arms drop to your sides quickly, "no they're not."

"shhh," he teases, pulling off your skirt and tights in one quick and efficient move. "you'll hurt their feelings."

"my boobs are out," you say after a beat.

auston snickers, pushing your head through the stretched neck hole of his old shirt. yeah, they are," he hums, moving to your arm and bending it at the elbow, “hey, put your arms through the holes."

"nooooo," you whine, falling forward to auston’s chest and wrapping your sticky arms loosely around his neck. "I wanna give you a kiss." you mumble, already in the middle of covering his scruff covered jawline in tequila scented kisses. one of your hands sneaks down his body, and before he can even blink, your grabbing his dick.

"jesus baby," his breathe hitches, pulling your hand off his length and putting it back in your lap.

you giggle, "you like that?"

auston shakes his head, putting your arms through the shirt holes before you can grab his dick again. "not tonight, you need to go to sleep."

your face falls. "you don't want me?"

"not when you're drunk."

you scoff, tears pricking your waterline as auston fully pulls the shirt down over your naked body. "you hate me." you state dramatically, arms crossing over your chest.

"not at all," he reassures you softly.

"but you don't want me."

"you're drunk." auston reiterates, which only makes you hum. he can't help the smile that pulls on his face, shaking his head in disbelief at your slurred words and usual drunk shenanigans. "okay baby, let's get you in bed."

the next two minutes are silent as your boyfriend helps you slip under the covers. you sigh happily as the cool sheets envelop around your limbs, head sinking into the fluffy pillow like you're lying on a cloud. auston leaves your lamp on, putting your phone on the beside table—making sure it's plugged in for the morning—before he turns to leave.

but just as his hand touches the door knob, you're whining. "austonnnnnn."

"yes?" he asks, brow quirked.

you make grabby hands at him like a toddler. "come lay with me."

"i'm going to," auston says, "I just gotta take felix out first."

the mention of your dog has you sitting straight up, once again wide awake. auston can't help the way he sighs, falling back against your bedroom door in what feels like defeat.

"can I come?" you ask him, voice full of hope and joy at the thought of running your hands through felix's soft and curly coat. you’ve never wanted to cuddle him more than this very moment.

auston shakes his head gently, "no."

"whyyy?" you whine, lips pouting for the hundredth time tonight. "I love him so much." you admit, voice thickening with emotion as you blink at your boyfriend through the warmly lit bedroom.

he walks back towards you, softly pushing your hair off your face. "I know you do," auston mumbles, thumb stroking your brow bone. "but you're not wearing pants and it's cold outside."

you frown deepens, a single shiny tear falling from your eye and tracing down the round of your cheek. "but," you pause, sniffling gently, "felix will think I don't love him if I don't come."

auston shakes his head, "that's not true." but you only cry more, shrinking in on yourself as sobs wrack through your body. auston coos, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead and then another to your cheek.

even drunk, you don't play about your love for felix.

"how about when I get back I bring him in here for the night?" auston proposes sweetly.

your head lifts, and the sight of your watery eyes have auston pouting. "really?"

"yeah."

and he fully intends on keeping his promise, but 30 minutes later—once the dog has done his business and trotted around the condos front grass—auston opens the bedroom door, only to find you sound asleep.

#🍾 ⊹˚₊ 1000 celly #❣️answered #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews blurb #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey imagine #hockey x reader

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dreamingofaizawa · 7 months ago

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Mornings Like This

Shunsui Kyoraku x Fem! Reader

***This fic is rated R, if you are not 18 or older, please select a different novel, thank you***

Warnings: Penetrative sex (p in v), cockwarming(?), creampie, soft morning sex with Shunsui been eating my brain alive o.O

Word Count: 1.1k

Author's Note: Ok yeah this man...this MAN holy shit I just think he's hot okay? Lazy morning sex just FITS HIM too well, he's so attractive, I love him. I would let him do unspeakable things to me. Also if this man called me sweetheart I think I'd die on the spot

ANYWHO Enjoy <3

The rising sun is what wakes you, the warmth of its rays penetrating the exposed skin on your back. It’s a lovely morning, the breeze that flows through the barracks is cool and gentle and crisp. Every morning is a good morning though, when you wake up in Shunsui’s arms. He’s still snoring away, the rise and fall of his chest lifting your head with every breath. He’s so handsome like this. He’s handsome always, but especially on mornings like these, where he’s naked beneath you and his hair is loose over his pillows. You can’t help it when you allow your fingers to trace shapes into his chest, and move your hand up behind his neck to lean up and leave a sweet kiss on his lips. That wakes him up and he immediately leans into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips and feeling your skin give beneath his fingers. It’s meant to be a chaste kiss, a sweet and innocent press of your lips to his. But it isn’t long before you can feel something poking at your thigh.

“Shunsui, you’re hard love.” His chuckle is deep and full, makes your body warm from the inside out.

“Yeah, I guess I am. You gonna do anything about it?” That voice could make you melt any day, and today is no exception. You don’t bother with the banter, you’re more than ready for him, even though you can feel the soreness settling in from your escapades last night. This man was going to drain you of all your energy and then some. It’s lazy, the way you move to straddle your legs over him, and only just barely lift yourself up enough to slip him right inside you. The both of you groan, surely still sensitive even after so many hours of rest. His hands clamp down harder on your hips when you fully seat yourself on his cock and grind your hips down onto it.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” You hum, wait for his grip to loosen and lie back down on top of him. His arms come around you and he flips the two of you on your side, curling his entire body around yours and wrapping your legs around his waist. He can’t be comfortable, with your leg beneath his side as he lays on it, but he seems unbothered when his arms tighten around you and he thrusts his hips up slowly. You can feel him deep inside you, rocking sweetly back and forth, hitting every little soft spot that makes you tremble in his hold.

“Oh my pretty girl, already shaking? Hmm I must be doing something right.” You nod into his shoulder, arms tight around his neck. He turns his head to kiss your temple, pairing it with an especially hard thrust up into you. It’s enough to make you gasp and your cunt clenches down tight.

“Ya gotta loosen up, sweetheart. I can’t move with you gripping so hard.” He lays another sweet kiss on your temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and massaging your hips to get you to relax. He’s always been good with his words of praise, lacing everything in a deep, honeyed tone.

“So good for me, my beautiful wife. Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? So pretty I could stare at you forever.” When you finally do relax he’s pulling you down onto his cock while he throws his hips up, hitting deeper and harder. Your head is spinning, the pleasure pulsing through your body along with the beat of your heart. Your orgasm sneaks up on you, and you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind while Shunsui holds you tight and keeps fucking into you, pushing you into a field of pleasure you’re only familiar with when he’s desperate to cum deep inside you. His teeth grab the tip of your ear, then graze at your neck, and finally he bites at your lip as you both pant in the morning sun. A thin sheen of sweat has formed over the both of you, hot bodies interlocked and moving in tandem for pleasure. You kiss him then, deep and slow and tongues dancing together, and with one final thrust he’s cumming deep inside you, warmth filling the pit of your belly.

“Thank you for that, sweetheart.” He untangles your limbs and rolls onto his back once more, lying you in the same position you’d woken up in, only this time he’s left his softening cock to plug up your poor pussy. It’s a mistake when you lean up to kiss him once again, an ‘of course, my love’ easily slipping through your lips. Just from the kiss, you can feel his dick jump to life, making him groan deep in his throat.

“Didn’t expect you to be ready so soon, Shunsui. And from a kiss no less.” He laughs at that.

“Obviously it’s because a beautiful girl like you just kissed me. I can’t believe such a gorgeous woman is my wife.” You have to giggle at that, the little flatterer he is.

“Shunsui, we’ve been married for 152 years. You can’t keep not believing I’m your wife.” He leans down and kisses you, rocking his hips up to make you gasp, taking the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue. You’re gasping when he pulls away, a devious grin on that handsome face of his.

“Maybe not, but I can surely appreciate every minute of it.” He stills his hips, relaxing all the way and holding you close.

“152 years and I’m still madly in love with you. You do things to me, woman. Wonderful, devilish things.” You press a kiss into his chest, allowing your body to go limp in his grasp.

“It’s a good thing I’m still in love with you too, then. We might have a problem otherwise.” He smiles down at you, and you return it, his hand brushing back the hair that had fallen in your face.

“It’s a good thing we don’t have a problem.” You nod, then lie your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beating. You feel all of him, his cock filling you, his strong arms wrapped tight around you, his fingers where they trace lines on your back, his breath on the crown of your head. You feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. You feel the love he pours into every action he takes with you, even an action so small as saying your name.

Nothing beats mornings like these.

#bleach smut #bleach x reader #shunsui kyoraku #bleach shunsui #kyoraku shunsui x reader #bleach kyoraku #shunsui kyoraku x reader #shunsui kyoraku smut #kyoraku shunsui smut

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a-simple-imagine · 11 days ago

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Blood Stained Stars

synopsis: On the way to nationals, your plane crashes in the canadian wilderness and van's desperation for you to be okay reveals your relationship to the other girls

pairing: teen!van palmer x fem!reader

words: 2.8k

A/N - hope all five people of van palmer nation enjoy this meal. i have run out of ideas now though so…

WARNINGS - swearing, a plane crash, mention of injuries, blood and pain, very brief and vague allusion to homophobia.

Numb. Searing hot and all-consuming. It's the first thing you notice. How could you not? It felt like it was trying to devour you. Drag you deeper and deeper until it's all you know. But then your eyes flutter open beneath warm rays of sunlight and your ears adjust to the sounds of chirping birds and crunching branches. Complete disarray. You can feel the panic settling in your chest before your brain can make sense of anything. Nothing here made sense. Sprawling trees of thick brown bark take up most of your vision. One in particular scrapes against your shoulder blades through your sweatshirt. How did you get here? Where even was here? The last thing you remember is getting on the plane to nationals. Sitting in a pleather seat on a private plane, Lottie's father had so nicely provided. Mari shared some of her fruit by the foot with you. It takes a beat to register another human being. Thick curls and a Yellowjackets varsity jacket. Taissa.

An attempt to say her name gets caught in your throat; a strange gurgling sound coming out instead. A hearty cough that rattles your chest draws her attention.

"Oh, thank god," Tai rushes towards you, crouching down to get a better look. Her fingertips dig into your cheeks as she inspects your face, guiding it left and right. "Are you okay?"

A redundant question. How could anyone be okay right now? Your body didn't even feel like your own, but you don't feel like you're in any immediate danger, so you nod a little. "I think so,"

"Can you walk?" Tai lets go of your face, standing up and holding out her hand. Staring in that moment reveals the aftermath of something dark. Brushes of ash. A fire, an accident. You take the offer and she supports your rise, only for a pained sob to emit from your throat. Searing hot pain starts in the lower left of your back and spreads like wildfire. Tai drops you instantly. A further groan as you land against the dirt, falling back against the tree.

"What-what's wrong?" She crouches down. Eyes desperately searching yours. You don't know the answer. Not exactly. Your entire body had felt numb before, but now you were in unimaginable levels of discomfort. Suddenly so aware of the sharpest point. Tense muscles refusing to relax.

"I... my back," you explain. All you knew was that something was wrong with your back. It was red hot and disgustingly wet. Unable to control the flinch that follows her hand on your shoulder, Tai's brow furrows.

"I'm just gonna have a look, okay? I'll be quick." Her hand ever present, you nod cautiously. Carefully, she starts forcing your torso forward while ignoring any sounds of clear distress. "Shit," slips past her lips and its clearly a mistake as she drops you, her eyes darting to yours.

"What's wrong?"

The ever-calm and confident Taissa Turner was anything but right now as she stared at you. You wait for an explanation, but it never comes. She just stands up, brushing off her jeans. "I'll be back." Was she really about to abandon you here? Ignoring all the warning signs of your body, you reach forward to grasp her wrist.

"Don't leave me here, Tai." All you can do is beg. Left out of her plan, you definitely wouldn't survive out here on your own. You can hardly move. Taissa pivots, her free hand coming to rest over yours.

"I'll come back. Promise," She pushed down against your hand forcing herself free. Already rushing away before you can grab her again.

"Tai," You yell, but it falls on deaf ears. You are completely alone. Your eyes dart frantically around to try and get a handle on your surroundings, but it is entirely in vain. You have no clue where you are. A forest... somewhere, maybe? Yu were surely fucked it that was true. Your chest catches on quicker than your brain can; you can't breathe. Why can't you breathe? In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In rapid succession. In. Out. In. Out. Fuck. Are you gonna die out here? What about nationals? What about school? What about your family? Left alone to die in the woods. You'll never see them again... or any of your friends back home. You squeeze your eyes shut tight. Trying so desperately to gain control of your breathing. A force collides with you. A cry of pain struggling in your throat. Wrapped up in someone's arms. "You're back," Thank god. Tai came back. She hasn't left you. But your eyes open and you see sprawling red hair. Was this real? Was she real? "...Van?"

"You're alive," mumbled against the skin of your neck. You stay like this for a while. Despite the pain, you start to relax in her presence. Van was real. Alive. You still had each other. She pulls you tighter, adjusting your body. A surge of pain grounds you in the reality of your situation.

"...Van, you're hurting me." Van groans pathetically before letting you go.

"Sorry," Knelt before you, and you examined her. Really look at her. Half a face covered in raw red scratches. More ash than perfectly freckled skin. Tears prick your eyes. A warm hand delicately cups your jaw, thumb bringing a stinging sensation as it brushes against your cheek. "I just..."A feeble kiss against your lips. Another and another in rapid succession.

"Van," A kiss placed upon your nose.

"You're alive." The girl repeats, only this time, she lets her head fall to rest against yours.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," Voice stern and serious. Not akin to her playful nature.

"Like it was my choice." A few playful giggles. A wolf whistle. And then a cough that didn't belong to either of you. The redhead jerks away, landing in the dirt next to you. Taissa had returned and brought a small gaggle of teammates with her. Any explanation caught in your throat. Lucky for you nobody seems too concerned with the matter right now.

"I brought Misty," Tai explains. Did you hear that right? Are you in some alternative universe now? You could not think of anyone you would rather have near you less right now than Misty fucking Quigley. "She's gonna take a look,"

"Don't come anywhere near me, Quigley," You threaten, pointing up at her as she steps closer.

"I can help,"

"No,"

"You're being ridiculous," Tai huffs. "Misty just help her, she can't even do anything." Your eyes narrow in on the blonde, daring her to come closer. Tai was right. There wasn't much you could actually do, but Misty didn't know that. You could see it on her face. The fear of retaliation. Eventually, Tai simply breezes past her towards you. Crouching down and shoving your body forward and earning herself a yelp. "Look."

A very cautious Misty approaches. Keeping her eyes locked on yours until she can't anymore. "Oh my,"

"What? Is it bad?"

"You have-"

"You're fine," Tai interrupts. "She is fine, right, Misty?"

"We have to tell her,"

"Tell me what?"

"Holy shit," Van's voice interjects. It was clearly very bad. Your hand reaches around to try and feel what's going on; the entire area is hot and painful to the touch, but your fingertips skim something solid, and you yank your hand away. Red fluid descends from your fingertips to your thighs.

"What is that?" You ask a tad louder than expected, you look between the other girls in the clearing, searching for an answer that nobody wanted to give. "Someone tell me what's happening?"

Van takes one for the team, coming around to face you. "Don't freak out, but you have like- I don't know, a piece of the plane lodged in your back."

"I- What?" Voice shrill, you immediately reach back again to grab it. Face scrunching up in despair. Between the pain and how wet it is, you can't get a good grip on it. "Get it out!" you demand, still struggling. A hand clamps around your wrist.

"Calm down," Taissa demands. "You're gonna make it worse."

"Get it out!" you repeat.

"We're trying, but you won't let Misty near you."

"I'm sorry, did I miss the memo where misty is suddenly a fucking doctor?" You shoot back but terror is quickly sinking in. Breath quickening. Smering your blood against your jeans as your fingertips press painfully into your thighs.

"Misty is... your best shot, okay? Do you see a doctor around here- I don't?" Taissa fires back.

"W-where's coach?" Tears well in your eyes and begin slipping down your cheeks before you have a chance to stop them.

"Misty," Tai urges.

"I don't know if we should remove it. She might bleed out."

"She can't keep it in." Suddenly, this was a group discussion as your teammates debated what to do. You focus on Van, whose eyes keep flickering between you and the others just to your side. Concern etched on that ash-ridden face.

"Am I gonna die?" You ask ever so quietly. Maybe a question for the others? For god? For the wilderness around you? Or maybe you just needed to hear the possibility said out loud. Either way, Van's eyes immediately dart to yours;

"No," stated firmly. So sure of her answer but you're not inclined to believe her. You had been thinking about your demise since Taissa found you earlier. It just felt more real now that you were gonna die at the hands of Misty Quigley rather than starvation or something more natural.

"Fuck- I'm gonna die." you express.

"I'm just gonna take it out very carefully," Misty assures you.

"You just said I could bleed out." You exclaim.

"It's our only option." What the fuck had you done to deserve this? Stranded in the middle of nowhere with your only hope being the equipment manager of your high school soccer team. You thought you were a pretty good person. You did well in school. You were a good daughter. So why?

"J-Just hurry up." You swallow hard. An attempt to accept your fate. It was almost impressive for Misty took charge; a side of her you had never seen before. Everyone was listening. Doing as she instructed. Van is the only one who doesn't move. She stays firmly seated in the dirt. Her hand comes to rest over the top of yours, squeezing gently. Not quite holding your hand, but enough if anyone was paying attention. Maybe everything would be okay after all.

A somber mood envelopes the makeshift campsite, threatening to drown you all. Coach was dead. A lot of your friends were dead. Most people were injured in one way or another. And there was nothing to do but wait for rescue. Everyone had fallen asleep using seat cushions as make-shift pillows and blankets or clothing to ward off the chill. Faint flames of orange and yellow dance in the centre, doing its best to keep everyone warm before its inevitable demise. You're hunched against the closest tree trunk. The pain was too much for you to lie down like the others. The others had managed to use pieces of fabric to create bandages that wraps all the way around your lower back and stomach. After a lot of tears, excruciating pain and what you would consider a significant amount of blood, Misty had managed to remove the chunk of metal from your back without killing you, but now you just have to suffer. It hurts considerably. An ache so intense you fear it will consume you. Sleep was uncertain. Van was wrapped up in a blanket, lying down beside you. The stars reflected in her open eyes. You had insisted she did not need to be next to you, but she can be so stubborn.

"Van?" whispered roughly. Head resting against the rough bark. Eyelids heavy. Movement slow. You have been thinking about home a lot since you got carried back to camp. Would everyone know about the crash by now? What would everyone think? What are they going to do to save you?

"Yeah?"

"Can you do something for me?

"Anything." Always so eager to please, you slowly look away from her. Glancing up at the night sky. It really was beautiful out here. So peaceful. You don't think you have ever seen so many stars in your life. But with it's serenity comes the reality that you needed medical care, you could not get out here. There was nobody around, and sure, Misty took a first aid class, but that didn't guarantee a future.

"If I die-"

"You won't die," stated directly

"You don't know that," you respond

"You won't die."

A roll of your eyes. That stubbornness would be the death of her one day. You really don't feel like fighting right now, though. "But if I do-"

"You won't." geez.

"But if I do," You repeat more firmly. Continuing before she can get another word in. "And you guys make it back, can you... I want you to... tell my parents about us."

"What?"

"I... I want them to know the real me, you know?" You express. You had a decent relationship with your parents. They do the best they can, and you appreciate that. But it didn't matter how well they cared for you, there were always going to be things you kept from them. Vanessa Palmer was your best friend. They knew that. But you had never told them that one night after practice, you two had taken the long way home so you could keep hanging out and in the beautiful glow of the setting sun, Van had stolen a kiss. It was so quick. But not unexpected because you had been thinking about the same thing ever since you caught her stealing glances in the library while studying. Van had always made you feel giddy, but one day something just shifted, and you realised that you liked her. The way other girls talk about boys is how you felt about Van. About your best friend. You had never told anyone else. A secret just for the two of you until now. "and I'm most myself when I'm with you. They deserve to know that."

"You can tell them yourself."

"Van," Her name but a sigh on your lips. You know her words are as much for herself as they are for you, however, that doesn't make them any easier to hear. Van sits up, adjusting the blanket so it covers their knees as she pulls them to her chest.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's not your fault," You assure her. It was nobody's fault even if Laura Lee suggests that petty sins are the reason the plane went down.

"We almost gave up- I almost gave up on looking for you..." You didn't know that. How long had you been out there, bleeding to death, before they found you? "When I saw you, I just- I couldn't help myself... now everyone knows."

"I don't care, Van," You explain. You look to your sleeping teammates. Your relationship had been a secret for so long. There was no way to predict how a bunch of teenage girls you saw every day and shared a locker room with would react if you had told them. Or more so, you feared you did know. But things were different out here. You're in the middle of nowhere awaiting a rescue that may never come. Everyone had more important things on their mind. You shift higher up the tree as best you could without aggravating your injury. "I'm happy everyone knows."

"Really?"

"Aren't you?" She shrugs.

"We don't really know how anyone feels about it. After everything that's happened, it's pretty low on people's lists."

"That's a good thing though," you insist. "We get to be together and nobody cares."

"Maybe," The uncertainty was all you had right now. You don't understand why she couldn't be as adamant about this as she was about your survival. Your gaze returns to Van, whose head is slumped down against the knees.

"I'm glad you're here, Van."

"I'm glad you're here too," She responds. The redhead shuffles considerably closer so you're both leaning against the tree. Tossing the blanket so that it covers both of you. Ever so gently, her head falls to rest against your shoulder. "I... don't know what I would do without you," mumbled into the darkness. You find the energy for a smallish smile, but it doesn't last very long. A sadness quickly settles into your aching muscles. They had almost given up on you. She had almost given up. Left you to bleed out with only the trees for company. You can't help but wonder if they had found you sooner, would things be different? Your head falls to rest upon Van's. Your eyes flutter closed. Ignoring the pain. Disregarding the way your body was beginning to tremble. Overlooking the way your face was burning and sweaty. Dismissing all of the unseen symptoms of an oncoming fever.

#van palmer #van palmer x reader #van palmer x you #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #liv hewson

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spear-of-moonlight · 15 days ago

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SEX IN THE STUDIO | HAN JISUNG

genre: smut warnings: language, deepthroating, oral (reader receives),slight mention of dacryphilia, one use of daddy —wc: 0.9 k

You were good at many things. Taking breaks was not one of them. Jisung understood how easy it was to lose track of time in the studio. But you've been there the whole day, and it didn't look like you were planning to come out anytime soon. He opened the studio door and leaned against the doorframe, watching as your eyes concentrated on the screen in front of you, eyebrows furrowed.

He walked in, wrapping his arms around your neck from behind. You turned your head, a bit startled from his sudden appearance. "Still up? It's one in the morning," he said, chuckling at the surprise on your face. You took off your headphones before stretching your arms in front of you, biceps straining and the veins in your forearms popping out. "It's one already?" you asked, taking a deep breath and leaning back against the chair.

"Mhm. It's past one, actually," he mumbled into your hair, pressing a soft kiss there. You tilted your head back and looked at him, patting your thigh. "Didn't realise. Can't shut my brain off sometimes, you know how it is." He saw you pat your thigh and immediately sat on your lap, straddling you with his arms around your neck.

"You're working too hard, babe," he purred, leaning closer and brushing your lips together. You sighed into his plump lips, fingers digging into his waist as you pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a deep, slow kiss. He smiled into the kiss, letting your tongue enter his mouth as his hands slid up your shirt, tracing the muscles beneath his fingertips. As you broke away, his hands reached your shoulders, working out the knots. You let out a relieved groan as he worked out the tension that had been building up for days. You tilted your head back, him not missing the opportunity to kiss your neck.

"Fuck.." You hadn't realised just how worked up you were, cock already stirring awake at his touch. He smirked, one hand coming down to palm your bulge while the other scratched at your nape. You let out a shaky breath. "Don't tease me, you brat." He just chuckled, squeezing your cock through your pants and leaning in to peck your nose. "You do need something to wind down, right?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your racing pulse.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his warm mouth made contact with your pulse point, sending electrifying sparks dancing across your skin. "Yes, goddamn it… I need you to help me relax, darling," you breathed, resolve crumbling under the onslaught of desire. "Think you can do that for me, Sungie?" He slid down your pants and freed your throbbing cock, wrapping a hand around it and swirling a thumb around the weeping tip. "Anytime, daddy~"

Fuck. Him and his nicknames. You bucked into his hand, cock twitching with the way he was looking at you. You could resist breathing more than you could resist that look. Once he got on his knees in front of you, you grabbed the back of his head, guiding his lips down to envelop the swollen head of your cock. He teased your tip, hands on your thighs as he lapped up the precum and traced his tongue along the prominent vein on your massive cock. You were trying your best not to be desperate and fuck his mouth, but he was making it so hard. "Shit, baby…I won't hold back if you act like this…" You tangled your fingers in his silky hair as his talented mouth descended, taking you inch by glorious inch. He could feel your grip on his hair tighten and he was smirking as he looked up at you absolutely losing it. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he took your entire cock, nose touching your skin.

Your entire body went rigid, a low, guttural cry tearing from your throat as his mouth engulfed every throbbing inch of your length. "F-Fuck!" The feeling of your boyfriend's hot, wet throat constricting around your sensitive cock was too intense, too perfect. Your free hand gripped the armrest of your chair so hard your knuckles turned white. You thrusted shallowly into his mouth, not being able to resist the warmth. You watched with a predatory gaze as he pulled away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting his plush lips to your cock. He looked so fucking pretty—glassy eyes wide, soft cheeks pink, and lips glistening. You could eat him alive. He dove back in, sucking eagerly, making sure to keep those pretty eyes locked onto your lustful ones.

"God, you're fucking good at this, aren't you?" As if you didn't know. Throwing your head back against the back of the chair, you buried yourself to the hilt, orgasm crashing over you in waves of blinding ecstasy. It always hit different when you were too pent up, like a glass of cold water past midnight. Jisung kept his mouth still for a while before pulling back and coaxing the rest of your cum out, moaning in approval of your musky flavour.

"You're so hot when you come, you know that?"

You chuckled, pulling him onto your lap. Your thumbs brushed away his tears.

"And you're pretty when you cry."

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tan1shere · 9 months ago

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Say it

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: this was very fun to write tehe 😋 just adored how she acted in swarm i had to make her a tad bit like Eva 🤭

Summary: your mind was overstimulated so your girlfriend is there to help make something else overstimulated 😈

Warnings: SMUT mdni ! Soft dom billie again guys 😩 (yall know I like my soft doms ok✋🏻) shy-sub reader, fingering, eating out and strap usage. You ride her 😋 mommy kink, multiple orgasms, and overstimulation. Lmk if I missed anything !!

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There was no doubt how shy you were, you had a select amount of friends due to that. But the one thing in your life that made you feel at ease was your girlfriend. Billie was always so calm and gentle with you, making anything stressful in your life, less. You were currently working on something for your work, needing it done by a certain time. You were a hard worker despite how shy you were, so you were determined to finish this on time. Your fingers go through your scalp, trying to calm down as you started stressing over it. You heard the door to yours and Billies shared bedroom. Head turning to look at her briefly. "Hi Bills." You greeted her softly. "Hi angel." Her tone was silky. Coming over to your small desk in the room. "Whatcha upto?" She smiles, placing her hands on your shoulders.

You exhale as she begins to subconsciously massage them. "Just something for work, little bit agitating though." Your breath turns into a sigh, feeling tense again. "Hmm, I can tell." She makes light work into easing the knot in your muscles. Your eyes shut as she does so, making your brain clear just a little bit. "Hmm, why don't we try something?" She suggests, making you completely intrigued. You trusted her judgment in anything, you felt so safe with her always. She grabs your hand gently, it small in her own. Intently watching as she sits on edge of the bed, you go to straddle her lap naturally. Her hands rest on your hips, admiring your features quickly. Before her lips are on yours, bringing you into a sweet kiss.

She was always so placid with you, always gentle. Her lips then move to your neck giving your skin a gentle kiss, she could smell the delicious perfume you had put on this morning. It lingering in her nostrils like a drug. "You smell so good." She speaks into your neck. Your eyes shut as you let out another content sigh, you could feel your body relaxing into her. She grabs your body gently going to lay you on the bed, you look at her confused but intrigued. "Shh, relax my girl." She says in spite of your expression. "I got you."

And immediately your body sinks into the bed, trusting those words completely. She was in control and you loved it, feeling euphoric anytime of the day. She loved it to, making her girl feel so good, having her as mush in her hands. Taking oh so good care of her. Her fingers trace over your skin. Considering it was night time you were wearing a cream silk night dress, that was so fitting to your body. It was chilly in your guys room, causing your nipples to lightly peek through. She needed them, wanted to feel them. One thing at a time Billie. Her focus returns to what she was originally going to do, moving the fabric up a bit, having it rest on your upper thighs.

Giving her such a good view of what she wanted. She was slow with you, so delicate and tender. You loved how she would treat you, but you were wanting this too. So a little whine escapes you. Not entirely on purpose. Billies head tilts at the little sound, smiling at you. "Should I touch you?" She wanted to tease just a tiny bit before anything, truly loving that sound you just made. It's not like she hadn't heard your noises before. But it was nothing that fretful. More, more, more. Was all her thoughts. And she was going to get exactly that.

"P-please." You then say softly. Already being worked up. A slight pout evident on your lips. "Hmm should I really?" Another small whine leaves you. Giving her the softest of eyes. She was trying so hard not to give in, she always did. She loved you. She'd do anything for you. "Billie.." you breathe. She looks at you and you're expression, not entirely thrilled with what she's hearing. Her fingers run over your thighs, watching your reaction as you shiver. "You're gunna have to do more than just say it." And she meant that. She needed you to beg a little before she gave you what you needed. And you did instantly. "Please Billie, need to feel warm throughout with your touch, please.. crave it so bad."

Her smile returns, what you said being music to her ears. "Good girl." She says lowly, moving to take your underwear off and immediately licking up your pussy. Your hands grip the sheets slightly, hadn't been fully prepared for her to do that yet. Your eyes shut again letting the feeling of her hot tongue consume you. The way it'd move in different ways. She truly was skilled in doing this, she knew your body better than you ever would. She was still slow with you, but within an instant she was eating you out. Sucking everything, your lips, your clit. Til her tongue prodded at your entrance before she plunges it in. Repeating the sucking as she tongue fucks you.

Your mouth almost goes dry as you had it open, feeling every blissful thing that she was doing, it running through your veins making your body tingle. "Mm- Billie." You blab, needing to tell her how good she was making you feel. Her hand makes its way to your left one giving it a little squeeze to say she knows. She made your heart melt, she was so beautiful in your eyes, you were truly mesmerized by her. And when she looks up at you the way she was you couldn't help but let slip a small whimper. Just as you do she smirks against your cunt, keeping that eye contact going. You feel that tightness in your lower tummy, gripping her hand to let her know.

She nods slightly as you eventually cum right in her mouth. This time she lets out a noise, moaning ever so slightly into you. Your breathing was still a bit unsteady, coming down from your high and watching her. She was addicted to you, and there was no doubt she needed more. Her head soon rises, she looks at you all over. Your tired face, your bunched up clothing. You truly were a mess and that was just the beginning. "you love when I'm down on it." You just simply nod. Too tired to focus on conversating. It makes her chuckle lightly finding you incredibly cute right now.

Her body goes to hover over your own, bringing her hand between your legs making you hiss slightly ending it with a tiny gasp. "Shhh." She softly says, bringing her other hand to your face, dragging her finger over your plush lips. "It's ok precious girl, promise." Her hand moves gentle over your sticky cunt as she says that. Setting your mind at ease again as you nod. "I trust you Bill." You voiced, making her features soften. Her lips go to your forehead, moving to your nose, your cherry red cheeks, your jaw. Your lids flutter close soaking up all the delicate touches. Her lips being so soft against you. Her lips then ghost over your ear. "Who's making you feel good again?" She was desperate.

Needing to hear you say it. Your mind foggy, trying to respond to her. But instead letting out a tiny mewl. "Say it baby," she breathes into your ear again, moving to kiss your neck briefly. Her finger then slips into you making you screech a bit, feeling it sting but shortly after feeling that euphoric feeling yet again. "Y-you.." you manage to finally get out. "Come on Mama. Say it." You knew what you needed to say, trying to muster up some strength to get the words out. "M-" But she was met with a moan as her fingers entered you deeper. Causing you to squirm a little.

"So so close, who does baby?" You breathe out a sigh. "Mommy does." Her smirk reappears. "Such a good girl." - "You drive me insane." She then finishes, speeding up her fingers a bit more. "I just wanna see your body move in different ways." Billie moans into your ear. Sending shivers all throughout you, your eyes shut becoming incredibly nervous but the excitement peeks through. Sucking her in as you feel your second orgasm. "B-bil-" You gasp as it comes along quickly. "Go on.. Do it baby." And just like that, your gushing over her fingers. Her satisfied expression turns you on more. She gives you a small break sticking that finger in her mouth as she gets off of you. You hear her belt it the floor, raising your head to see her standing there with her strap around her waist. "One more angel. Know you can do it."

You think for a moment but giving her a small nod, sitting up on your elbows. Her smile is back getting ontop of you. "Think you can ride me?" She asks, moving her thumb in a circular motion in your hip bone. You faintly nod, but that wasn't enough. "Use your words, please?" You bite your lip slightly. "Yes, wanna ride you bils." She happily grabs your waist switching the positions. Her hands remain there as you line up with the head of her strap. She grabs it, coating it with your previous release before she forces you down onto it, bottoming out. She's got the cheekiest grin spread across he face, watching your mouth hang open with a small whimper.

She shh's you again, the sting being more than the second time, but it feeling 10× better once it eases up. "F-fuck!" You breathe out as you try to adjust. She was making you fuck yourself on her harder. You grew more shy at the lustful stare she was giving you. Letting your hair fall over your face feeling those nerves again. "Show it baby." You then hear her say. Your hands move to your hair putting each side behind your ears. "Too cute." She whispers, watching your every move. That blush deepens. Her hands don't stop making you slam down against her, resulting in slight tears as you let out a guttural moan. Feeling as if it was deeper inside of you.

Your body hunches over loosing your balance slightly, but getting at a better angel for you to move on her. Her hands instantly move to cup your face to keep you upright. Once of them move down to your night dress, fiddling with the thin strap on your shoulder. Eventually moving it off letting a tit break free. Now she has them. Righttt where she wanted too. Her lips wrap round your nipple sucking hard. Sending your eyes to roll back. "Ohmygod." You ramble, feeling so much at once making you go insane. "Im so close.." Your breath was unsteady again. "Prove it baby." You obey, instantly cumming all over her strap, she even cums herself. All that movement you were doing making it push against her own cunt.

Let alone watch you unravel on top of her, she couldn't believe you were real. Once you both calm down she moves the hair out of your face. "You're so good, so very good."

"I love you bils." You say going to lay down on her, completely worn out. "I love you more."

#billie eilish x reader smut #billie eilish smut #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish

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hitomisuzuya · 5 months ago

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please consider soft!dom degrading daddy kink scaramouche / wanderer (whichever you want to write for) who loves to see you so submissive, who loves caring for you... loves seein you enjoy yourself because of him. bonus points if collar leash + bondage hehehehee

soft!dom scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. degradation. praise. daddy kink. subtle choking but nothing serious. nipple play. bondage. collar and leash. creampie.

i have been wanting to write daddy kink for awhile now😳 thank you for requesting, dear❤️ i was blushing the whole time i wrote this oml.

"such pretty, delicate wrists," scaramouche flicked his tongue along your wrists, "delicate little wrists on daddy's pretty pet," it was an action of appreciation for the vulnerable state you are in for him. your wrists are tied together to the headboard above your head.

your legs spread and creamy cunt ready to take his cock. the collar around your neck, leash attached and his hand a testament to your loving submission for him. an adoring flush on your cheeks as he tied the knots in the ribbons around your wrists.

all for him. such a soft, doting little thing like you deserved to be taken care of.

"all your have to do is shut your big brain off, and submit to daddy," his hand hovered over your throat, his cock aching more seeing the visible shiver of anticipation dance through you. his fingers twitched, pressing down on your collar, keening a soft moan from you as you tilted your head back a little.

it was to give him better access to your neck if he wanted it. everything about you oozed complete and total submission. you are relying solely and entirely on him to take care of you while he has his way with you.

trusting him.

he is so fucking weak for you. "use your words, slut. tell daddy you understand," his hand drifted from your neck to your cheek. his cheeks flushed seeing you turn your cheek into his hand, nuzzling it against his palm.

"i understand, daddy," you replied, giving him the sweetest, softest smile. you didn't have to think about anything else. anything else except pleasing him. he knew how comforting this position was for you. you basked in the weight of his dominance. a dominance that made you really wet submitting to.

"good girl. how sweet my pet slut is," scaramouche skimmed his thumb across your cheek as your cheeks flush darker with adoration. you let out a soft whimper, moving your hips up and rubbing your pussy on his cock.

keeping the leash in his hand, his head dipped down to your chest. "keep those pretty eyes on me, whore," his tongue swept out to slowly circle your nipple. he groans feeling the sensation of it hardening on his tongue.

your clit throbbed as he swirled and prodded his tongue, making you squirm as you tried to seek friction from his cock. his eyes narrowed in a gentle glare to remind you of your place. you immediately relaxed, blissfully surrendering yourself to his agonizingly slow assault on your nipple.

he scooped your nipple into his mouth to suck on, his fingers finding your clit to rub and pinch. a reward for your submission to him. a string of moans louder than the last sound from you as your pussy clenched around nothing. you are enjoying submitting to him.

"please," you whimper, your legs shaking as you grinded your clit against his fingers. drool rolled down your breast as he sucked, flicking his tongue around your nipple in a way that made your clit throb more.

"please what?" he purred the soft command, lifting his head and raising an eyebrow at you. he gripped your jaw, pressing his thumb in slow, agonizing circles on your sensitive clit. give scaramouche an inch and he'll take a mile, demanding more submission than before.

submission you were happy to surrender further to him. "please, daddy," you moaned, looking up at him with pleading eyes that made his cock strain harder. the way your body twitched conveyed your desperation for him.

"good girl. you stay sweet, just like that," you are being so fucking good for him. he took his fingers off your clit, bringing them to your mouth for you to lick. your tongue swept out on his fingers, keeping your eyes on him as you tasted yourself on your tongue.

scaramouche prodded two fingers on your lips, asking for you to open your mouth. you obediently open your mouth, sucking on his fingers as he pushed them into your mouth. he slowly pumps them in and out of your mouth, his favorite act of exerting dominance over you.

your tongue lingered on his beautiful fingers as he took them out of your mouth. "your cock, daddy, please," you moan oh so sweetly, making him realize he couldn't stand the pulsing in his cock anymore. he rubbed and prodded his cock head at your entrance, shuddering in pleasure as your hole clenched around it.

"remember, slut," he moaned, slowly bullying his cock inside of you. your back arched off the bed as you mewled in bliss, your walls squeezing around his cock as he bottomed out into your sweet spot. "the only thing you need to do is concentrate on cumming on daddy's cock," such a sweet pet deserves a reward.

he groaned as you tightened your thigh muscles, providing him extra friction as he stretched you apart, fixated on making him feel so fucking good while you fell apart on his cock. "be a good girl and let daddy breed you," the unholy squelching noises of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy mingled with your shameless moans.

his thumbs stroked the dips of your hips, his fingers kneading possessive bruises into your pliable flesh as they found purchase on them. your head spun as your body twitched in pleasure. "daddy, i am gonna.." your words fell apart in a fit of moans, ".. cum," you barely managed to finish.

"go ahead, cum all over daddy's cock, slut," the more he lost himself in the wet warmth of your pussy, his husky moans mingling with yours, the more you relaxed and let him enjoy himself.

every fiber of your being was dedicated to pleasing to him. he picked up his pace, determined to feel you creaming on his cock first before he spilled a drop of cum inside of you. "so fucking good for daddy," he moaned, his cock head bullying into your sweet spot just right.

the knot of your orgasm shattered like a pane of glass, surrendering to the jarring pleasure his cock was providing as your release flooded onto his cock. his lips collided with yours in a possessive kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth, gently pulling your head up by the leash. you let him wrestle it into submission within moments, moaning into his mouth.

he lovingly fucked you through your orgasm, his teeth biting at your lips as his cock pulsed ropes of cum inside of you. he never let go of the leash, not once, fingering his cum back inside of you once he pulled out.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #tw daddy kink #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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