omgâŠ..what if i made a angst gojo fic on valentineâs day wait a minute đ€đ€đ€đ€
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Stuck in the middle of a forest made of
Flesh and bones and they're all scared of
A lost little boy who has lost his heart
Fear's not enough, they have to
Tear him apart
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There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well:Â
Heâs adopted.
He canât remember anything else before that. Â
âAdoptionâ is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Aliciaâs cabin, and then she went and got her parents.Â
What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didnât belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isnât there, and when it isnât his mind stutters, like heâs tripped at the top of a steep hill.Â
When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. Heâs twelve.
(He thinks thatâs his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.)Â
The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.
Itâs⊠a strange experience, to go to a ânewâ home when he doesnât even remember his old one.Â
The official adoption process⊠happens. He canât say itâs easy, or difficult. Heâs oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny canât say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, thatâs one new thing he knows about himself.Â
His adoption papers say âDaniel J. Fentonâ. Danny remembers staring at the name âDanielâ for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But itâs not Daniel. But he doesnât know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.
(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Dannyâs shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Dannyâs mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the manâs fingers for daring to touch him.)Â
(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fentonâs heavy hand stays on him.)Â
They found Danny in the summer. Itâs a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says itâs enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that theyâll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs. Â
(Thereâs something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesnât know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)
Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesnât want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe.Â
He turned back around and went inside.
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Where do we go
When the river's running slow
Where do we run
When the cats kill one by one
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One day, when the house is empty â or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall. Â
Heâs almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal.Â
Itâs not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking.Â
He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter.Â
Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved â about what? â before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind.Â
(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)
After that, he leaves the house more. Itâs more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous.Â
Heâs not sure how to feel about that â he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.
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Hazel beneath our claws
While we wait for cerulean to cry
Unsettled ticks run through time
Enough for the hunt to go awry
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Thereâs another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesnât know who, but he knows they must have been close; heâs always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own.Â
He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when heâs lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He canât remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when heâs not thinking. He canât.Â
Dannyâs found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward.Â
(âThatâs a pretty song, Danny.â Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadnât realized he was humming. âWhat is it?â)Â
(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesnât know what song it is, but itâs not for her. âI donât know.â)Â Â
He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldnât feel like heâs missing a chunk from himself. He wouldnât be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand thatâs missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell.Â
A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, heâs holding onto someone smaller than him, theyâre tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. Heâs humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny canât remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his.Â
He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their fatherâs, that his person â a sibling? That feels right â will be⊠the word fades from Dannyâs mind before he can make sense of it.Â
His person hugs him tight, his⊠brother? And their mother â a woman whose face he canât remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless â appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, âher sonsâ. Thereâs ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.
Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.  Â
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Harpy hare
Where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say
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When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that heâs smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one heâs getting now.Â
Everyone knows heâs adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but itâs not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.
He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.
Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesnât remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own.Â
(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)
(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. Itâs easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)
(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principalâs office later, he wisely doesnât mention the worse things he couldâve done than break Dash Baxterâs nose.)Â Â
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It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders
And they will never
Hear me here listen to croons and a calling
I'll tell them all the
Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow
Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare
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More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother.Â
Danny can barely remember the lyrics, heâs begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that itâs the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. Heâs a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten.Â
His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once heâs almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isnât home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands.Â
They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. Itâs beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely.Â
It is a fast dream.Â
His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. âWatch your feet, habibi.â He murmurs low, a hand on his back. Itâs hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.
His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods.Â
The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air â impossible, it shouldâve been, at least. He never trips. â and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him.Â
The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldnât have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He canât find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal.Â
His mother and brotherâs horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train.Â
(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down âtrain fallâ in his journal, before heâs flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.)Â
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She can't keep them all safe
They will die and be afraid
Mother, tell me so I say
(Mother, tell me so I say)
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When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he canât remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again.Â
The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he canât recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen â he doesnât need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person.Â
(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was â was? Is â a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly â the grooves worn to fit his palm. Theyâre just a little small.)Â
(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. Heâs kept it on him ever since, like heâs reunited a lost limb to himself.)Â Â Â
Danny doesnât have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. Heâs haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. Heâs ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesnât, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he canât figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father â what, he canât remember what â then his little brother will be a little bird.Â
(He doesnât have a name for his brother, yet, but heâs calling his birdie in his head. Itâs better than nothing.)
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Seeker, do you ever come to wonder
If what you're looking for is within where you hold
Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path
You'll soon forget
Home
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When heâs fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is.Â
When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. Itâs blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Dannyâs mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.
âLazarus,â he mouths to himself. Itâs familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesnât think sheâs that too far off.Â
He doesnât tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.
He ends up calling himself Phantom.Â
(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.)Â
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Home is where we are
Home is where you are
Home is where I am
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Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.
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Ashton @ The 5SOS Show Tour NYC - 21 August 2023
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Fuck not having cable lmao y'all are gonna hear me bitch/j+lh
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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader
Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- iâm a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted đ„č UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR đčif itâs okay, may i request another fic with the same couple đ perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo đ«¶
Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?
Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)
warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.
authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship
There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted.Â
He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didnât even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck.Â
Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?
Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been sheâd been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin.Â
He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again.Â
They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest.Â
âUnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,â Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him.Â
Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.
They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time theyâd arrived on the scene.Â
Sheâd gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been.Â
Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henryâs phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men.Â
They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wridsâ daughter had been one of them.
Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to.Â
Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldnât help but feel sorry for, one she couldnât help but think wasnât entirely wrong in his actions.Â
âBobbie Wrids,â Taraâs voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, âThis is the FBI, weâd like to talk,âÂ
They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently.Â
Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSubâs arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the fatherâs face.Â
He was grieving. He was grieving his little girlâs death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet.Â
âBobbie,â Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henryâs beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. âWeâre going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-â
They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henryâs skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, âDonât come any closer, this pig isnât worth your mercy,â
âWe know,â She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. âWe know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.â
His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry.Â
âThey hurt my little girl,â Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, âShe was my girl. She was only eighteen.âÂ
She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry for what happened to her,â She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, âIâm so sorry,âÂ
âHe doesnât deserve mercy, none of them did,â Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henryâs trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him.Â
She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them.Â
âBobbie, listen, I know they didnât deserve to walk free, okay?â She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, âBut she wouldnât want this for you, would she?â
The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob.Â
âCome on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,â She begged, because she wasnât beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, âPlease,â
Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencerâs eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasnât good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbieâs hand.Â
âPlease,â She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbieâs shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter.Â
Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights.Â
Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didnât care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldnât lay a hand on her since she wasnât part of his list. He didnât care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughterâs description. Spencer didnât care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible.Â
His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way heâd feared. Because she had grabbed him. Sheâd pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was.Â
Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed.Â
âAgent,â His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didnât listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him.Â
âItâs going to be okay, youâre okay,â She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasnât still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands.Â
âThey killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,â He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, âNo one would listen, the police didnât listen, I had to do something,â
âI know, I know, Iâm so sorry,â This was wrong. She wasnât supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldnât help it, she couldnât help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, âIâm listening. Tell me about her,âÂ
âShe was so beautiful,â Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. âShe never hurt a soul,â
She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip.Â
âIâm sorry,â She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, âI can help you,â
He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the manâs hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldnât be surprised if it were true.Â
He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didnât see the jeopardy she was putting herself in.Â
Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years.Â
âYouâre a sweet girl,â He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. âBut no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,â
And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.
â
She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldnât open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe.Â
She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbieâs body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe.Â
It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbieâs body growing larger by the second.Â
âI donât understand,â She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing.Â
But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late.Â
âYouâre in shock, you need to breathe,â A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them.Â
She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldnât feel anything that wasnât the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when theyâre overwhelmed.Â
âI donât-â She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, âI donât understand, I was going to help him- I donât understand- why?â
âI know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,â Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone heâd taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since sheâd driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadnât left his face since heâd gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new.Â
âSpencer, I donât- I donât get it,â She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, âSpencer, I donât under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-â
âShhh, you need to breathe,â He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where sheâd just been front row seats to a messy suicide, âCome on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,â
But she wasnât listening, and he wasnât offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them.Â
Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them.Â
He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently.Â
âJust breathe, hey, look at me,â He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, âYou need to calm down, youâre going to faint if you donât breathe,â
She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands.Â
âSpencer, I donât understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,â She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt.Â
His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didnât want to face what was going to happen when they left that building.Â
Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him.Â
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She hadnât smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasnât entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk âincase she needed something nice to think about,â
She hadnât looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldnât do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelopeâs sake that she would put it to good use.Â
He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard.Â
They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasnât listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign.Â
He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, âWhat do you want to drink?âÂ
She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, âHot chocolate, please,âÂ
And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes.Â
Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didnât. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested.Â
But Spencer had had enough. Heâd worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again.Â
It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadnât slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible.Â
He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because heâd asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything).Â
The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasnât sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright.Â
He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet.Â
âJust a second,â He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadnât seen since heâd helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance.Â
She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock.Â
âOh my god, Spencer!â She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class Aâs, âI never knew you had a dog,âÂ
âI donât,â He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canineâs ear, âThis is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handlerâs number. They said heâs the happiest dog in the world,âÂ
 âI would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,â She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing.Â
And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin.Â
Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dogâs jowls to gently push him down.Â
âOh, you are the sweetest guy,â She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, âYes you are, youâre the sweetest little guy around, huh?âÂ
She chuckled, scratching down the muttâs neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than sheâd realised.Â
âPetting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?â Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point.Â
Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, âLook, Iâm sorry Iâve been so off lately, I just canât sleep at the moment-â
 âDonât apologise,â He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, âWhat happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,âÂ
She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, âYou wouldnât,â
His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadnât sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didnât think she was actually capable of that emotion.Â
She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day heâd held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.
âYouâre so brave, Spencer, youâre like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I canât even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,â She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, âI wish I was like you,â
His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise.Â
âDo you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?â Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off.Â
She wouldnât blame him for hating her. Sheâd always worried, until perhaps that day theyâd gotten into her car and sheâd driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him.Â
âIâm sorry-â She started, but he shook his head.
âStop apologising,â He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, âI donât want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,âÂ
She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, âReally?â
He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, âYes, really.â Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, âWe all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,â
She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again.Â
âYou donât think Iâm too sensitive?â She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his.Â
Spencer shook his head, âSensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,âÂ
Her smile was blinding, because sheâd never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasnât stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub heâd tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all.Â
But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didnât think heâd ever forgive himself if she did. Heâd protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him.Â
She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, âTea?â
Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didnât stop him from thinking about it, though.Â
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đź preview. âIf the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - youâre saying you wouldnât watch me get naked every day?â Heâs definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. Thereâs no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders arenât the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now.Â
tw/cw. dark content warning, serial killer Mingyu, mention of suicide, touch starved mingyu, switch mingyu, pussy eating, pussy worship, blow job, hand job, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, big dick mingyu, pussy stretching, extreme voyeurism, mentions of non-consensual voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, choking, manhandling, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) princess. (his) good boy.
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k
đ aus. Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. I really can't explain this one other than saying I tried to make Mingyu redeemable by saying he only killed bad men đ
Out of all the guy friends you have over, Jeonghan is Mingyuâs favorite. Heâs always up to no good, talking shit that Mingyu can listen to for hours, and tonight, heâs brought a Ouija Board, which has spiked Mingyuâs curiosity.Â
âCome on, it will be fun,â Jeonghan insists. âIâve been wanting to do a seance in your apartment since you moved in three months ago.â
Youâre not as impressed as Mingyu is about the idea, and neither are your other friends.
âI just donât think itâs a good idea,â Seungkwan says for the fifth time since the rag-tag group of friends entered your home. âWe said weâd come back here between Halloween parties and drink, we never said anything about contacting the dude that killed himself here.â
Mingyu remembers the day you visited the apartment for the first time, the way the realtor had downplayed what happened here. Times are tough, and the price reduction had enticed you, despite Mingyuâs tragic history.Â
âCome on, donât you guys wanna ask why he did it?â Jeonghan presses.
âHe did it because he was a top suspect in a string of murder cases,â Seungkwan fires back. âCase closed.â
Jeonghan scoffs loudly. âBut what if he didnât do it? What if the real serial killer came here, killed him, and made it look like a suicide-â
âHannie,â you interrupt with a sigh, âwhatâs with you and your infatuation with murderers?â
âMe?!â Jeonghanâs eyes widen. âWhoâs the one who watches all my slasher films with me? Donât pretend you're innocent here, we all know you have a thing for bad boys.â
Mingyuâs noticed your love for dangerous men, youâve had your share of bad dudes over to this very apartment much to his annoyance. On the flip side, Mingyu does enjoy a good horror movie night, and you provide more than enough of those, especially this past month.
âWeâre doing this,â Jeonghan insists, pulling the board out and setting it on the coffee table. âItâs Halloween. If thereâs ever a night for this ghost to talk with us, itâs now.â
Seungkwan only groans, taking another shot while Seokmin and Soonyoung exchange worried glances.
âYou donât think the ghost is going to actually like⊠talk with us, do you?â the man in the tiger onesie asks, playing with his tail nervously.Â
âWell, the veil is thinnest on Halloween⊠I guess thereâs only one way to find out,â Jeonghan grins devilishly.Â
Five minutes later, candles are set up and Seokmin is sheepishly turning off the lights before joining everyone by the board.Â
Mingyu holds back, watching with interest.
âHow do we start?â you ask.
âImma rizz this ghost,â Jeonghan explains, looking around the room. âIs there a presence here with us?â
In the silence, Mingyu can hear an ambulance a few blocks away. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching.
âDonât we have to touch the Ouija thing?â Seungkwan asks.
âRight.â Jeonghan reaches out only to have his hand slapped away by his friend.
âNot you,â Seungkwan rolls his eyes. âYouâll rig it.â
Jeonghan sighs. âFine, Iâll ask the questions, you all touch the planchette.â
Itâs almost laughable how reluctant Seokmin is to touch the board, but soon, there are four sets of hands on it while Jeonghan addresses the room again.Â
âCome on ghost,â he pleads, âdonât make me look bad, come say hi. If thereâs a spirit with us, please move the planchette and tell us.â
Mingyu figures now is as good a time as any to communicate, God knows heâs waited years. With a sigh, Mingyu approaches the board. He crouches down next to you, reaching out. His fingers slip right through the planchette, but when he touches Seokmin, the man shivers.
âYou okay?â you ask, looking at your friend.
âIt just got really cold,â Seokmin breathes, already turning pale.
Mingyu tries again, this time aiming for Seokminâs hands. The ghost focuses hard, willing the planchette to move, willing Seokminâs hands to become his own.Â
The small tool begins to shift on the board.Â
âSoonyoung, cut it out,â Seungkwan snaps.
âItâs not me!â the tiger insists.
Little by little, the planchette shifts to Yes, and Mingyu lets out a deep breath at the effort it had taken.
âSo there is a spirit here with us?â Jeonghan clarifies.
Again, Mingyu moves the planchette, slightly off of Yes then back again, an affirmative.
âI knew it!â Jeonghan practically screams. âAre you the guy who died here?â
Another Yes, and Mingyuâs getting annoyed with the questions already.
âWhatâs your name?â you ask.
Mingyuâs a little surprised that youâre beginning a line of inquiry, but heâs pleased too. Using Seokminâs hands, he begins to slowly reveal his name. With each letter, your group reads it out loud.
âM⊠I⊠N⊠G⊠Y⊠U⊠Mingyu?âÂ
God, Mingyu likes the sound of his name on your lips.
A shift to Yes has the whole room going quiet and Mingyu waits for the next question.
âOkay guys, seriously, whoâs doing this?â Seungkwan asks, ever the non-believer.Â
âItâs not me!â Seokmin insists, followed by Soonyoung, who even crosses his heart to prove his own innocence.
âDid you really kill those guys?â Jeonghan questions, drawing all eyes.
âYou canât just ask that!â You bat at your friendâs arm.
Mingyu considers his next action, but with a sigh, he reaches for Seokminâs hands again, using him to push the planchette to Yes. In Mingyuâs eyes, all the men heâd killed deserved it. Theyâd been predators, and it takes one to know one. Mingyu had simply been the better predator.
âHow many people did you kill?â
âJeonghan,â you say again, harder this time.
âWeâre fact-checking!â Jeonghan insists. âIf he gives us the wrong number, then someone here is lying.â
Mingyu doesnât like to be tested like this, but at the same time, he admires the manâs shiftyness. The ghost reaches through Seokmin, pushing the planchette to 5.
Seokmin lets out a gasp, tearing his hands away from the board and leaping to his feet. âGuys, I donât feel good about this.â
âBut itâs just started to get juicy!â Jeonghan tuts.Â
âWeâre not going to force Seokmin to do this if he doesnât want to,â you sigh, also removing your hands. âI think this is enough for tonight.â
Jeonghanâs not so easily convinced. âBut we just made contact!âÂ
âItâs almost midnight, I thought you wanted to be at the bar for eleven fifty so your bouncer friend would let you in,â you point out.
âLet me inâŠâ Jeonghan raises a brow. âArenât you coming?â
âHonestly?â you sigh. âIâm getting a bit tired.â
âBut itâs Halloween!â
âAnd weâve already been to one party and just used a Ouija board,â you laugh. âI think Iâve had enough fun.â
âYouâre boring!â Jeonghan groans.Â
âAnd youâre crazy!â you retort, heading to turn on the lights. âSay goodbye to your ghost friend, take another shot, and get out of here so I can get some sleep.â
Mingyu likes it when you take charge like this. He stands from the table, coming to join you as you head to the kitchen to get your friends their last shots. Heâs always liked sticking close to you, your second ghostly shadow.Â
The last tenant had been a guy, and the view had never been very great, but with you around? Mingyu is constantly entertained, in the most perverted ways possible. Heâs really enjoying the skimpy outfit youâre wearing, and he canât wait to watch you take it off. Maybe youâll have a shower once your friends are gone- youâll make his night if you do.
âGoodbye,â Seungkwan says loudly, pushing the planchette to the word scrawled in big writing. Mingyuâs not so easily dismissed, but Seokmin lets out a breath of relief as the board is closed and packed up.
You all take one last shot, and Mingyu can practically taste the tequila on his tongue. Itâs been forever since he had anything to drink, or eat, or fuck for that matter.Â
He misses it every day.Â
The ghost hangs back as you hug your friends goodbye, with Jeonghan trying for five minutes to convince you to join the last bar outing. You stay firm, and Mingyu grins to himself when you finally close the door, shutting you in together.
You busy yourself with cleaning up the kitchen, putting the shot glasses and bottles away, then, to Mingyuâs pleasure, you head toward the bathroom. He follows closely, slipping in behind you before you can close the door. As a ghost, Mingyu can walk through walls, but itâs an unpleasant experience, one he avoids when he can.
He watches you turn on the shower, facing the mirror to remove your false eyelashes. Youâre so pretty, and when you begin to take off your outfit, Mingyu practically drools. He can stare at your naked body for hours and not get bored, in fact, he has.Â
You step into the shower, closing the curtain. Your silhouette is still as beautiful as ever, and Mingyu can feel his cock getting hard as he watches you. Voyeurism is something heâs always enjoyed, even as a human, and now that heâs a ghost, itâs something that makes Mingyuâs undead life go round.Â
He palms himself through his jeans, looking for relief but also not wanting to take things too far. Knowing you, heâll probably get a free show if he waits long enough. Your sex drive rivals even his own, and Mingyuâs nothing if not a good boy who knows how to be patient.Â
***
You get out of the shower feeling refreshed. Your blood is still buzzing slightly from the drinks youâve had, but you feel clear-headed as you wipe the mirror, looking at yourself while you wrap a towel around your naked body.
Your phone dings and you look down at it, reading Jeonghanâs contact name. Itâs a text to tell you that your friends have gotten to the bar, and another request for you to join. You can only laugh, setting your phone down just as the clock hits midnight.
Thereâs movement in the corner of your eye and you turn your head, locking eyes with a tall, dark-haired man standing by the door of your bathroom.
Your heart lurches in your chest, and you immediately grab the closest thing, a hairbrush, hurling it at the man. He doesnât even try to dodge it, and it hits him square in the chest. His gaze dips down, and he looks completely shocked that youâve just thrown something at him.
âGet out of my house!â you scream, reaching for the next item-
âNot your expensive moisturizer!â the man yells, holding up both hands and backing up. âHow are you going to explain breaking that to Jeonghan?!â
You freeze a little at his words, thoroughly confused. âHow- how do you know-â You look down at the bottle of moisturizer that Jeonghan had bought for you last month. âDid Jeonghan put you up to this?!â
âPut the bottle down,â the man says, still holding his hands defensively.Â
âYouâre some creep in my bathroom!â you retort. âYou donât get to tell me what to do!â You grab your phone next. âIâm calling 911.â
âGod, please donât,â he sighs.
âStart talking!â you insist.
âIâm not Jeonghanâs friend-â
âThen who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my apartment?!â You lift the moisturizer again, ready to throw it at his face.
âMingyu!â he belts. âIâm Mingyu!â
âJeonghan definitely put you up to this,â you declare, feeling something like relief. This is just some prank-
âIâm serious,â the handsome man tells you. âIâm Mingyu-â
âYou expect me to believe that youâre the ghost of that serial killer who died here years ago?â you scoff.
âYeah, it was me with the Ouija,â he tries to explain.
âProve it,â you insist, still not believing him.Â
âYou want me to tell you something only a ghost would know?â he laughs. âHow about this, I know you hide your sex toys in a box under your bed. I know the last few guys youâve had over couldnât make you cum so youâd finish yourself off with your vibrator once they left. I know you still say your first boyfriendâs name whenever you cum, for some stupid reason-â
Your heart is thundering in your chest. Thereâs no way he can know all of that- no one knows all of that-
Why is everything heâs saying sex related?
An unfamiliar feeling washes over your form. Itâs something like fear, but thereâs an underlying emotion there too- a tingle between your legs. Is this guy really a ghost? Is he your ghost? Has he been watching you since you moved in?!
âBelieve me now?â Mingyu asks. He must have seen the way youâve faltered, moisturizer bottle lowering to your side.
âHow-â You swallow thickly. âHow are you here?â
âThatâs actually a good question,â Mingyu admits, looking down at his form. âThis doesnât usually happen.âÂ
âThe veil is thinnest on Halloween,â you breathe, remembering what Jeonghan had said earlier. âItâs midnightâŠâ
âSounds right to me.â The ghost nods.Â
âHow⊠how long are you going to be visible for?â you ask, eyes dragging across his large body.
âI donât know⊠but, when you threw that brush at me, it hit me.â Mingyu steps toward you and you move back, hitting the wall. âDonât be scared, I just wanna touch you-â
âAs if that makes me feel any better!â Youâre frozen as his hand reaches out, fingers coming to gently brush your collarbone. You shiver at the cold contact.
âYou.. you felt that!â Mingyuâs eyes widen with shock.
âAre you going to kill me?â you ask.
âWhat?!â He laughs, moving even closer.
âYouâre a serial killer, arenât you?â This is just your luck.
âI only killed men, guys who were predators.â
âLike you.â
âLike me,â he admits. âBut⊠my brutality never came out toward women.â
The ghost has no right being this beautiful, and heâs saying the right things. You canât believe youâre actually starting to relax a little. Youâve definitely seen too many horror films-
âYou⊠youâve been watching me,â you point out.
Your words seem to make him almost bashful, his gaze dipping to the floor. You see his skin flush a pinkish colour and itâs almost endearing. âUh⊠yeah.â
âAnd you were in here while I was having a shower too⊠You are a bit of a creep, arenât you?â
âEvery other tenant here has been a guy!â Mingyu exclaims. âYouâre the first one whoâs actually caught my attention.â
âI feel like youâre just horny after years of being alone.â
âYou would be too,â he insists. âIf the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - youâre saying you wouldnât watch me get naked every day?âÂ
Heâs definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyuâs perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. Thereâs no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders arenât the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now.Â
âCan IâŠâ he swallows thickly. âCan I kiss you?â
You canât believe youâre actually considering this.
âCome on, please?â Mingyu asks. âI havenât touched someone in so long, havenât been touched-âÂ
A dead serial killer who sort of respects your autonomy and is begging for you?Â
âWe donât know how long this is going to last,â he continues. âI need to feel something, need to feel you-âÂ
âFucking a ghost wasnât on my Halloween bingo sheet,â you joke.
âIt will be fun,â Mingyu insists. âI know what you like, I know your kinks, I know you, better than all those other guys youâve fucked so far. Come on, princess, let me make you feel good.âÂ
Itâs kind of creepy that the ghost even knows your preferred pet name, but it sounds so pretty coming from him.Â
You weigh the pros and cons.Â
Pros: Heâs one of the sexiest men youâve ever seen. He actually wants to make you cum. He already knows your kinks. He might be a touch obsessed with you, which would do wonders for your ego.
Cons: Heâs literally a dead serial killer creep whoâs been watching you jack off and get fucked for a few months. He could also disappear at any second.
Well, you canât pass this up, especially since you have no idea how long this will last. And when heâs gone, heâll stay gone. There are technically no strings, none that you can see at least.
And to top it all off, youâre extremely horny. Youâd stayed back from going to the bar with your friends specifically to fuck yourself stupid tonight, and now, you have a ghost willing to get the job done for you.
âOkay, big guy,â you sigh. âLetâs see what you can do.â
Mingyu doesnât waste a second. He grabs your face, cupping his large hand around the back of your skull to pull your lips to his own.Â
Youâre a little shocked, but you melt into his embrace quickly, pressing your hands to his beefy chest while his tongue licks at your lip, begging for entry. You open your mouth to him, and he kisses you deeper, letting out a low groan as he shifts you in his embrace, grabbing at your hip to pull you closer.
Itâs been years since heâs touched anyone, but he kisses with the best of them.Â
Itâs almost too easy to get lost in Mingyu, your mind going pleasantly blank as you make out with the ghost.Â
Youâre eating up the sounds heâs making too. His mouth is eager against your own, all tongue and plump lips. Itâs clear that your ghost has been very touch-starved. His hand gropes at your waist, toying with the towel still wrapped around your body.Â
You canât help yourself, you reach a hand between your bodies, cupping his cock through his jeans.
Mingyu pants against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where youâre touching him. âFuck, you feel so fucking good,â he groans, pressing his hips forward for more friction.
Heâs literally adorable, and so receptive.Â
âYouâll take care of me first though, right?â you toy, squeezing your hand tighter around the large bulge in his pants.
âYeah,â he swallows thickly, nodding. âBeen wanting to taste your pussy for fucking months.â
Your core throbs at his words- heâs got a big dick and he likes oral? Your night just keeps getting better.
âThen you should taste me,â you tell him. âIâm even sweeter than I look.â
Mingyu lets out a deep groan, and then heâs sinking to his knees on the bathroom floor. His mouth finds your calf, and his large hands grab at your leg, adjusting it onto his shoulder while his lips ascend to your thigh.Â
You lean back against the wall, trying to catch your breath while the large man gets closer and closer to where you need him most.
He reaches up, grabbing at your towel and tugging. In one motion, youâre naked for him, and the cool air of the bathroom has your skin tingling, nipples pebbling with interest.
Mingyu spreads your legs wider, and you can feel his breath on your pussy. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. He looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, and then heâs diving in. Heâs all tongue, the wet muscle pushing into your hole to taste you while he releases an almost animalistic groan of appreciation.
Itâs clear this man is a pussy lover, and you canât believe heâs gone so long without having his mouth on one. Youâre more than happy to make up for the lost time, enjoying the feeling of him pressing his face closer to your wet core, tongue lapping at you while he begins to grind his nose against your clit.
He definitely knows how to eat, and you find yourself closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. His hands are on your hips, but one trails up, grasping for your breast. The added stimulation of his thumb and pointer pinching your nipple has you crying out, hips rutting toward his face.
He just feels so good- and when his lips move to suction around your clit, your thigh quakes on his shoulder. âFuck-â you moan loudly, shocked that itâs been this easy for him to get you to the cusp of an orgasm.Â
Most men donât know how to handle you, but itâs clear that he does.Â
You can feel yourself practically dripping, and youâre not sure if itâs pussy juice or the ghostâs drool, but you donât really care. Itâs sinful and sexy and dirty- exactly what Halloween should be.Â
Mingyu lets go of your breast, adjusting his hand- two fingers slide into your core while his mouth continues on your clit, and you swear this purgatory-bound sinner has just taken you to heaven.Â
Youâre a mewling mess now, moans and gasps leaving you uncensored while his thick fingers stretch out your core, pushing in and out while his tongue flicks at your most sensitive spot.
âIâm gonna cum,â you tell him, eyes clenched shut as the knot in your stomach is pulled tighter and tighter-
The man between your legs groans in response, driving his fingers into you faster and harder, his mouth making lewd sucking sounds around your clit.Â
Itâs everything you need to reach your high and you gasp loudly, tangling your fingers in his hair while your orgasm washes over you. Your hips buck against his face, only for his free hand to pin you to the wall, his motions never ceasing while you cry out, your core throbbing around his fingers.
No one has ever eaten you out this good. Your mind is practically blank, body completely overwhelmed with the pleasure surging through you.Â
Itâs almost too much for you to handle, and you find yourself tugging at Mingyuâs hair, trying to pull him away-
He wonât budge, growling heavily against your core. The vibration makes your legs twitch, and youâre not sure youâll even be able to stand if he keeps this up-
Finally, Mingyu pulls away. Heâs panting hard. His fingers slip out of your pussy only for him to place them in his mouth, sucking them clean while he groans lewdly. âFuck,â he mumbles, looking up at you with stars in his eyes. âThat was so good.â
You canât even speak yet, too breathless from the mind-numbing orgasm to even think.Â
Mingyu stands up, and you have to tilt your head to retain eye contact. God, whyâs he so big and fuckable?
âLook at you, princess. You usually have good comebacks.â He leans forward, breath hot against your face. âGhost got your tongue?â
You canât help but laugh slightly, and Mingyu grins down at you. Then heâs cupping your cheek again, bringing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself as he kisses you deeply, but you donât even care. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing your boobs against his chest.
You need to be closer to him. Need to feel him, fully.
Mingyu reaches down, grabbing your ass and lifting you off the ground. Your legs wrap around his hips and the ghost carries you through the apartment, gently setting you onto your bed.
He towers over your now and your pussy throbs at the idea of how well heâs about to wreck you.
âYou still want me, right?â he asks. âIâll be good for you, I promise.â
You nod, licking your lips. âI know you will.â
âIâm a good boy,â Mingyu says quietly, eyes dipping down to your core.
âThen be a good boy and take off your shirt, I want to see you.â
Heâs quick to comply, tearing off the black fabric to reveal his muscular chest. Your pussy throbs at the sight alone. His arms are huge, biceps bulging deliciously, and his pecs look downright biteable. Then there are his abs-
You sit up, trying to contain yourself. âPants next.â
âFuck, princess,â Mingyu groans, already working on his belt. âHas anyone ever told you how fucking perfect you are?â
âYouâd know if they had, wouldnât you, Ghost?âÂ
âThese fucking dudes you have over,â Mingyu clicks his tongue, ânone of them have known how to treat you right.â
âBut you do?â
âOf course!â he scoffs, pushing his pants and underwear down, revealing the biggest cock youâve ever seen. âName one other guy whoâs eaten your pussy like I have.â
He knows you too well.
âI should return the favour,â you suggest.Â
âFuck, Iâd die all over again if you did.â
You get onto your knees, shuffling closer. You kiss him first, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other moves down to his cock, stroking him gently while he whines against your lips. He ruts his hips, forcing more friction while you grin into the kiss.Â
âNeedy Ghost,â you laugh.
âNeed you so fucking bad,â he agrees.Â
âThen I shouldnât keep you waiting, should I?âÂ
âPlease, donât.â
You begin to kiss down his neck, taking your time as you trail your mouth across his body. You appreciate every centimeter, all the way down his pretty chest and abs. You trace your tongue along his hip bone and the ghost shivers, letting out a shuddery breath. âHoly shit.âÂ
âYouâll be nice and praise me while I have my mouth full, wonât you, handsome?â You sneak a glance up at him as you take him in your hand, adjusting his cock.Â
âYeah-â He swallows thickly. âI know how much my princess loves being told sheâs a good girl.â
âAm I your good girl?âÂ
âSo fucking good,â he nods eagerly. âSo fucking good for me I canât even believe it.â
You smile to yourself, pressing a chaste kiss to the head of his leaking cock that has the Ghost practically whimpering.Â
âFuck, can I- can I grab your hair?â
âUh huh,â you lick a stripe along the head of his cock, circling it with your tongue while the gorgeous man shivers at the contact.Â
âPlease donât tease me,â he begs, grabbing a fistful of your hair. âI donât- donât know how much time I have with you, and Iâll die if we spend the whole time teasing and I donât even get to feel your perfect fucking pussy-â
You wrap your mouth around his cock, agreeing with what heâs saying, and it earns an immediate moan of appreciation from the man towering over you.
âFuck, princess, you feel so good- you feel so fucking good-â
You swirl your tongue around his length, running it along the crease between the head and shaft. Mingyuâs grip tightens in your hair as more breathy moans spill from his lips.Â
Heâs much too big to fit in your mouth, so you pump what you canât reach, using your saliva as lube to make stroking easier while you suck on him. Your eyes are closed, mind focused on pleasuring him the way heâd just pleasured you in the bathroom.
It feels good to be giving something back to him, especially as praises and words of encouragement fill the room. âJust like that, just like that, holy shit-â
You take him as deep as you can go, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, which constricts around him.
âOh my god-â he practically whimpers, fingers flexing in your hair. âPlease let me fuck your face, please, I want it so bad-â
You make a sound of affirmation and thatâs all it takes for Mingyu to release a low groan, pushing his hips forward. He hits the back of your throat again and you do your best to clear your mind, focusing on anything but the gagging sensation as he begins to use your mouth for his own pleasure.
âHoly shit, good girl, good fucking girl-â he moans, quickening his pace. His grip on your head keeps you where he wants you, and itâs clear heâs being cognizant of not making you gag too hard. He seems to know your boundary, know just what to do without making it too much.
âFuck, itâs too good- youâre too fucking good at this, princess,â Mingyu pants. âIâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum but I promise Iâll still fuck you, I promise my recharge time is quick-â
You suction your cheeks harder around him and Mingyu practically cries out, grip tightening in your hair so hard it almost hurts. Heâs a garbled mess of swear words now, and a few thrusts later heâs cumming down your throat, releasing the prettiest moan youâve ever heard while his hips shudder with effort.
âHoly shit, good girl, good girl-â he groans, motions slowing as he cums rope after rope- âTaking me so fucking well, oh my god-âÂ
Mingyu pulls out of your mouth, breathing hard. He looks down at you while you also take a few deep breaths.Â
Itâs the oddest thing. His cum hadnât tasted like anything. There was no salt or musk- it was just⊠different. You suppose heâs a ghost, so that could account for the lack of flavour, and you almost prefer it that way.Â
âThat was so good,â Mingyu tells you. âYouâre good, right?âÂ
You nod, pulling away from him to fall back against the bed again. âIâm perfect.â
âYeah, you are,â the ghost laughs.Â
âSo are you going to make me cum again, orâŠ?â you cock your head to the side, assessing him.
Heâs still trying to catch his breath, cheeks all flushed, hair a tangle of dark curls. He looks beautiful.
âFuck, yeah,â Mingyu grins, and the smile lights up his whole face. âI know you probably want two or three more, youâre insatiable like that, arenât you, princess?â
âI guess it takes one to know one,â you laugh. âI bet you usually cum two or more times watching me, donât you, Ghost boy?â
âGuilty.â He runs his fingers through his wild hair. âBut my hand is nothing compared to you.â
âFunny, my hand is nothing compared to you either.â
âMatch made in heaven,â Mingyu muses, getting onto the bed to join you while you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him in for another breathtaking kiss.
He slots so well between your legs, one hand pressed to the bed while the other comes up to massage your breast. You moan against his lips, arching your back, wanting more. His thumb brushes over your nipple and then heâs pinching it, making you cry out.
âYou like a little pain, donât you, princess?â he grins, looking down at you.
âA little,â you admit.
âYou knowâŠâ his hand moves up from your breast, teasing over your collarbone, âsometimes, when youâre trying to make yourself cum, and you choke yourself- itâs one of the sexiest things Iâve ever fucking seen.â
âOh yeah?â You grab his hand, guiding it to your throat.Â
In the back of your mind, you remember that this hot ghost is also a killer- but his hands are shockingly soft and gentle as he squeezes your neck.Â
âFuck, you look gorgeous,â he groans.
âTighter,â you tell him, stroking his forearm while the muscles move beneath the skin, his hand pressing harder onto your airway.
You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes and enjoying the lightheaded feeling.Â
âReady for my fingers again?â he asks.
âWant your cock.â
âFingers first,â he insists, letting go of your throat so he can trail his hand down your body until heâs cupping your pussy. You buck against his hand and he grins. âSo eager.â
âBe a good boy and make princess cum again,â you tell him.
Itâs an interesting kink for him to have - the whole good boy angle -Â you would have thought a man like him would be a full dom, but you kind of enjoy this switchy side. It allows you to tell him what to do, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy holding a lot of the power in this interaction.
Two of his fingers slip into your core and you both groan at the feeling. âStill so fucking wet,â the ghost muses. âDid sucking me off turn you on that much?â
âI like the sounds you make,â you admit, rocking your hips against his hand while he palms your clit.
âYeah?â His grin widens.Â
âYouâre my perfect puppy,â you sigh happily as he finger fucks you even harder.Â
Mingyu reacts to the new petname with a low groan and you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his lips to your own. You love the way his tongue invades your mouth, teasing and tasting but not dominating.Â
His fingers continue to stretch you out, his palm a constant pressure on your clit. You canât fucking wait to take his cock, and itâs just one orgasm away.Â
You break the kiss to move your mouth to his neck, loving the whimpery sounds of appreciation that leave him as you begin sucking on his skin. Thereâs no reason not to leave marks, so you go as hard as you want, teasing your teeth over his jugular while it bounces with effort.
âFuck, fuck-â Mingyu groans loudly, clearly enjoying the attention being paid to his pretty throat.
You can feel your core beginning to throb, your pussy tightening as another orgasm approaches, doing its best to keep Mingyuâs fingers buried knuckle deep even as he drives them into you rougher and rougher.
âAre you gonna cum again?â Mingyu asks, breathless. âPlease tell me youâre gonna cum again.â
You can feel his cock, hard and pressed to your leg, leaking from how turned on he is while he finger fucks you and you kiss his throat. Heâs so easy to make come undone. It boosts your ego like nothing else, and your pussy pulses with desire.
âIâm close,â you tell him, licking at his throat and making your way to his ear. âBe a good boy and make me cum.â
Mingyu groans loudly, and then heâs suddenly pulling away from you, moving down the bed to get between your legs again. His fingers donât stop inside of you, but his free hand pushes your thigh up, giving him more space as he brings his lips to your clit.
âHoly shit-â you groan, threading your fingers through his hair and letting your head loll back against the pillows. You hadnât thought youâd get his mouth on you like this again- but you suppose you had commanded him to make you cum, and this position is a tried and true winner.Â
You canât even tell him youâre about to cum, he simply tears it out of you. Your back arches off the bed, a sinful whine escaping your lips while your thighs quiver, pussy clamping down on his fingers, your clit throbbing desperately. Mingyu lets out a growl, slurping hard at the sensitive bud, and it brings tears to your eyes at how good it feels.
You feel like youâre the ghost now, your soul practically leaving your body while Mingyu works you through another one of the most intense orgasms of your entire life.
When he finally pulls away from your core, you canât even open your eyes. You can only lay there, trying to catch your breath while the bed dips under his weight. You feel his hands digging into the pillows on either side of your head, and then something brushes by your nose.
You open your eyes to find Mingyu staring down at you, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against your own. âYou good, princess?â
âIâm perfect,â you tell him, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer.
You catch his cock between your bodies and a moan leaves you at how big he feels.Â
âReady for more?â he asks.
You can only nod, grabbing at his shoulders to drag him into a kiss. Itâs almost relaxing to take a minute to just kiss him, mind blank, body still tingling in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Then Mingyu begins to rut his hips, dragging his cock through your pussy lips and making you groan when he bumps your clit.
Youâre the one who reaches between your bodies, grabbing his dick to line it up with your core.
Mingyu watches you carefully and you give him a small nod. âDo it,â you tell him. âFuck me stupid.â
He only laughs, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes into you. Your pussy swallows him inch by inch, with you clawing at his shoulders when heâs finally all the way in.Â
Youâve never felt anything like Mingyu- he stretches you out in a way that most men can only dream of. You feel small, fragile, needy- almost like a virgin again, and the way heâs kissing you eagerly definitely brings back memories of first times.Â
He begins to thrust gently, allowing your body time to adjust to his massive size. Youâre a little shocked at how easy the glide of it is, but you suppose youâre wetter than youâve ever been after having cum so hard twice. It feels absolutely all-consuming. His cock is practically all you can think about as you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him deeper.
Mingyu is groaning into your mouth, and the sounds fuel your entire body with even more lust. You trail one hand down his back, enjoying the way it makes him shiver.Â
âDo I feel good, Gyu?â you ask.
âYou feel perfect,â he tells you, burying his face against your throat. His mouth is hot as he leaves wet kisses there, his hips moving even faster. âSo fucking good. Better than I ever imagined.â
âYouâve imagined me a lot, havenât you, big guy?â
âSo many times-â he admits. âNever thought⊠never thought Iâd actually get to fuck you like this.â
âJust wait till you make me cum while buried inside of me,â you grin, tilting your head so he can press fevered kisses to your jaw while groaning loudly.Â
âFuck-â One of his hands moves to your hip, keeping you pinned. Heâs fucking you so hard now that the bed is rocking, but you canât bring yourself to care about neighbors. âWait, flip around for me, I know you go wild for doggy.â
God, itâs so easy with him.Â
He has you on your knees in seconds, large hands cupping your hips to adjust your ass higher as he slips back inside of you. This new position makes him feel even bigger, if thatâs possible, and it makes your toes curl.Â
With each hard snap of his hips, your ass slaps back against his front. The sound of skin on skin mixed with his moans is doing something crazy to you- youâre completely consumed by him. Thereâs not a thought in your head other than âYes, yes, yes! Fuck, harder Gyu, harder!â
Heâs more than willing to comply, railing you like youâve never been railed before.
You can feel fluids beginning to drip down your legs, thatâs how wet you are. Stroke game has never been this easy.
Then he reaches around your front, leaning over your back so he can access your clit. You cry out from the stimulation, core clenching deliciously around the large intrusion. âHoly shit-â you whimper.
âCan you cum for me again, princess?â Mingyu asks, breath hot against your shoulders.Â
âAre you close?â you gasp, feeling another orgasm building achingly fast.
âYeah, but I want at least one more out of you,â the ghost says. âItâs Halloween, you deserve it.â
âI deserve it?â you nearly laugh, but the giggle is quick to turn into a moan as he applies more pressure to your clit.
âYeah, of course you deserve it. Youâre being so good for me, so fucking good-â
The praise goes straight to your pussy and you tangle your hands in the sheets. âGyu-â
âThatâs it, please, princess, wanna feel you cum.â He digs his fingers into your hip, drawing consistent circles on your clit. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good, and you wonder how many times heâs watched you make yourself cum like this.
âThatâs it,â Mingyu groans. âFuck you feel amazing. Come on, cum for me. Come on, pretty girl.â
Your body twitches and you let out a gasp, tensing before your release hits you straight on. Your eyes clench shut as your pussy clamps down on his cock, a strangled moan escaping you as pleasure surges through you. Your mind practically short circuits, your brain blank except for the pure ecstasy heâs providing.Â
Mingyu lets out a loud groan, panting harder as he fucks you through your high. He pulls his hand away from your clit in favour of grabbing your hips again, pushing his entire cock into your aching hole over and over again.
âJust like that, just like that-â he tells you. âFuck, youâre literally dripping, holy shit-â
You donât even care that your bed sheets are going to be ruined after this- all you care about is the man behind you fucking you like itâs his last night on earth. To be fair, it just might be.
âGood princess,â Mingyu breathes. âSo good for me.â
âGyu-â you whimper trying to push yourself up onto your hands. You rut your hips back to meet his thrusts and he lets out another guttural moan of appreciation. âI wanna ride you till you cum.â
You think he deserves it.Â
In fact, you know he deserves it.
This man has made you cum three times already, and youâll be damned if you donât try to return the favor.Â
âYou wanna ride me?â Mingyu stops with his cock fully inside of you, and his hand smooths down your back. âReally?â
âUh huh,â you nod, pushing back against him in an attempt to get him even deeper. âBet you miss being ridden, donât you, big guy?â
He lets out a groan, and then heâs removing his cock from your core, practically pouncing onto the bed next to you. He grabs your hips, helping you straddle him. While you reach between your bodies to grab his cock and line it up with your core, he slips a hand around the back of your skull, pulling your lips down to meet yours.
The ghost is grinning into the kiss and itâs almost laughable how excited he is.Â
You sink down onto his length and you both release loud moans into each otherâs mouths.Â
It feels so good to be filled up like this. You begin by grinding against him, adjusting to his size. You can feel him so deep, all the way in the pit of your stomach.
He grabs at your thighs then your boobs, and you can tell heâs having difficulty deciding which parts of you he wants to worship. Then he takes a fistful of your ass, squeezing rough enough to have you whimpering while his tongue invades your mouth.
You begin to ride him, bracing your hands against his chest.
Mingyu is just so big- the sexiest man youâve ever fucked and thereâs no contest in that.
Heâs so good at kissing too, moaning into it while you pick up the speed of your thrusts.Â
He grabs your hips, helping you bounce up and down. Each movement fills you up deliciously, your drenched core swallowing him up like you were made for this.
You pull away from his lips, straightening while you ride him. Mingyu takes the opportunity to grab your breasts, kneading them in his hands while his thumbs tease your nipples. You cover his hand with one of your own, urging him to squeeze harder.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking pretty,â Mingyu groans, hips thrusting up to meet you.
His cock is hitting even deeper now, and you swear no one has ever been this deep inside of you before. Thereâs literally nothing in the world like Mingyu⊠or his cock.Â
âLook at you taking all of me,â he continues, cheeks flushed pink, breath hot. âI always knew youâd be able to- always knew youâd be a fucking champ in bed.â
You want to tell him heâs one to talk, but it seems the ghost has got your tongue again. All you can do is moan lewdly, riding him harder and ignoring the burn of your thighs.
Mingyu sits up, leaning forward to take your breast into his mouth. His tongue flicks by your nipple and you cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him to your chest. He groans deeply as you pull on his hair, teeth grazing the sensitive bud caught between his lips.
âHoly shit,â you whimper, core clenching tight around his cock.
The ghost pants loudly, giving your breast one last kiss before he flops down onto his back again. âYou close?â he asks, reaching out so his thumb can find your clit, rubbing it.
âFuck, yeah- if you keep doing that, yeah, Iâm close-â you nod, clawing at his chest.
âI need you to cum with me,â Mingyu tells you. âWant us to cum together.â
âMe too, me too-â you assure him, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock filling you up perfectly while his thumb works harder on your clit.
âWant you on top,â the ghost continues, âbut I want to take over. Can you rub yourself for me?â
âYeah.â You swallow thickly, leaning over him so you can press your lips to his own. Your hand sneaks between your legs, and you hover over him, thrusts coming to a stop while he gets a grip on your hips.
His tongue battles your own as he begins to piston up into you- God, it feels even better when heâs the one fucking you from below. All you have to do is hold yourself over him with one shaky arm while your fingers work on your clit, dragging you closer and closer to the edge again.
âOh my god-â you mumble against his mouth, and it only makes him smile, rutting up into you even faster.Â
âI canât-â he breaks the kiss to burry his face against your throat, âI canât hold off much longer, please tell me youâre gonna cum with me, please-â
âI will!â you whine. âIâm so close-â
His mouth is hot against your neck and he sucks on your sweet spot, making you cry out. He groans loudly at the way your core tightens around his massive cock. Then heâs pulling away from your throat, wrapping a hand around it instead.
âLook at me,â he instructs. âWant to watch you cum.â
You force your eyes open, gasping as he tightens his grip on your neck. Youâre so fucking close you can almost taste it.Â
His other arm adjusts, palm snaking up your back as he fucks up into you wildly.
âCan I give you a countdown?â he asks.
You nod enthusiastically. Heâs choking you too hard to answer. Your blood is rushing to your head and your pussy, body practically on fire-
âThree-â he moans loudly, staring up at you with dark eyes. âTwo-â a small grunt leaves his lips, fingers digging into your back. âOne! Cum with me- please, fuck, cum with me!âÂ
You let out a gasp, all the tension in your body snapping like the cord in your stomach. Pleasure washes over you, and itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt. Itâs better than the first three orgasms if thatâs even possible, and if it werenât for the tight grip on your neck cutting off most of your sounds, youâre sure youâd be screaming.
Mingyuâs deep groans are only making you more turned on as your core throbs around his cock. Heâs still fucking you, but soon the pleasure seems to be even too much for him. He drags you fully against his chest, burying himself completely in your pussy while he fills you up with his cum.Â
He releases your throat in favor of smashing his lips against your own, tongue running against your teeth while he groans loudly. You whimper into the kiss, pussy still pulsing around him.
This has to be one of the longest orgasms youâve ever had- and with his massive cock still buried inside of you, your pussy gets practically no reprieve. All you can do is gasp and whimper against his lips while your body struggles to process the insane amount of pleasure thatâs still coursing through you.
Mingyu lets out a laugh, resting down against the pillows and looking up at you. âWas that good?â he asks.Â
You can only shake your head at him, letting out a small chuckle as the last of your orgasm wafts through you like a warm summer breeze.Â
âYeah,â his hand smooths up and down your back, âit was good for me too.â
âYou literally just ruined me for anyone else.â
âThat was the goal, princess.â He grins.
âYouâre so bad.â
âObviously you have a thing for bad boys.â
âAnd ghosts, apparently.â Youâre still coming to terms with what youâve just done. Part of you wonders if this is just some crazy dream.
âJust me though, right?â He kisses you gently and it leaves you wanting more.
âFor now, but if I meet another ghost with a huge cock, maybe that will change,â you tease.
Mingyu sighs, shaking his head at you. âWe should probably get you cleaned up, then⊠can we cuddle? Iâm still not sure how long youâll be able to see me, and⊠I think ending the night holding you would be nice.â
A ghost who loves eating pussy, made you cum four times, has a massive cock, and wants to spoil you with some aftercare-
Youâre for sure ruined for any other guy you meet and you know it.Â
It sucks to have to get off of Mingyuâs dick, and your legs hurt, but he helps you to the bathroom with a shit-eating grin. âNever seen you walk like this after being fucked,â he muses.
âNo oneâs fucked me like you just did and you know it,â you laugh.Â
He gives you a bit of privacy while you pee and get all the cum off of you, but he joins you when you begin to brush your teeth. Mingyu stands behind you, hands finding your hips, eyes locked on yours through the mirror.Â
âTomorrow, when you get ready for bed, imagine me right here,â he tells you, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.Â
âYeah?â You press your ass back against him. âIs this usually where you stand while I brush my teeth?â
âUh huh.â His hands move from your hips to grab onto your tits, squeezing them. âGonna miss being able to touch you.â
You frown a little at his words, spitting into the sink before turning in his arms. âIâm gonna miss you too, Gyu.â
âReally?â He grins. âSo no more fucking randoms?â
You laugh. âDo you expect me to wait a whole nother year just to get railed again?â
âI guess that does sound impossible,â Mingyu sighs. âJust know that any guy you do bring over⊠Iâll be watching.â
âAnd judging, I bet.â Heâs so obsessed with you that it hurts.Â
âAlways.â
âWhat are you going to do?â you ask. âWaiting for a whole year before you can fuck me again?â
âYou know what Iâm going to do,â he grins. âEvery time you touch yourself, Iâll be touching myself too.â
God, this is going to take masturbation to a whole new level.
âDo youâŠâ you swallow. âIf I got Jeonghanâs ouija board, do you think you could communicate with me through it? I mean⊠youâve never thrown books around or done anything like this before so-â
âMaybe,â Mingyu cocks his head to the side. âI kind of had to use Seokminâs hands as my own tonight, but, I could try it with just you. But you canât expect to ask a question and have the wooden thing move to an answer on its own.âÂ
âOkay, noted.â You let out a sigh. âNow come to bed with me, puppy. I need a good cuddle.â
He lets you take his hand, guiding him back to your room where he joins you under your duvet.Â
Mingyu is quick to adjust you as his little spoon, pulling you tight to his chest. One arm is secured under your head as a mock pillow, and the other hand cups your breast. His breath is hot against your neck.
âWould it be too soon to say I love you?â he asks suddenly.
You can only laugh. Youâve just met him tonight, but you suppose heâs been watching you for months at this point. You can only imagine how much heâs pined for you by this point.Â
âYou can say it, but I canât return the sentiment, not now at least,â you admit.
âThatâs okay, Ghost romances are usually one-sided anyways, or so I would imagine.âÂ
You can only laugh, enjoying the feeling of his body wrapped around yours.
âYou wonât be here in the morning,â you muse sadly.
âI mean, Iâll be here, but you wonât be able to see me.â
âDo ghosts sleep?â you ask.
âYeah.â
âWhere do you usually sleep?â
âOn the couch.â
âWell, from now on, I give you permission to sleep here with me.â
âReally?â He squeezes your breast.
âOf course. This is going to sound crazy, but⊠I can even say goodnight to you, although you wonât be able to say it back.â
âIâll say it back,â Mingyu assures you. âYouâll just have to imagine it.â
âI can do that.â
âGonna have to imagine a lot of things.âÂ
You know that a relationship with a ghost isnât a long-term plan. You know that things canât really go anywhere with him- but at the same time, thereâs almost a peace that comes with having your very own personal spirit whoâs in love with you and restricted to your apartment.
âYouâre tired, arenât you, pretty girl?â His breath is comforting against the nape of your neck.
âExhausted.â
âThen you should get some sleep.â
âYou donât want me to stay up? Donât want to enjoy every second we have together?âÂ
âI always enjoy every second we have together,â he laughs. âSomething tells me this touching thing isnât going to last much longer, and I want you to fall asleep in my arms, even if itâs only once.â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
âGoodnight, princess.â He presses a kiss to your shoulder. âI love you.â
Itâs the last words you hear from him as you drift off to sleep, your body succumbing to the exhaustion of four orgasms.Â
When you wake up the next morning, your bed is empty, but you know youâre not alone.
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đź preview. It has to be close to midnight now- it has to be- âI need you now,â you whine, moving your hand from your clit to grab the sheets. âWeâve both been so good this year, this is so unfair-â Youâre horny, but youâre sad too, frustrated, desperate, annoyed- Thereâs no way you can make yourself cum while up in your head like this and you know it. Letting out a groan of defeat, you tear your hand from between your legs- only for it to be caught in a vice grip. Your eyes flash open, heart thundering in your ribcage. Mingyu is kneeling at the foot of the bed, and you watch as he brings your wet fingers to his mouth, licking them clean and letting out an absolutely guttural groan.
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Part of you wishes youâd never told Jeonghan about Mingyu because your friend has become absolutely obsessed with communicating with your apartment ghost. In the year since you last saw Mingyu, there hasnât been one hangout at your place that didnât include Jeonghan whipping out the Ouija board.
âWe should do another shot,â Jeonghan tells you, sitting on the couch and toying with the planchette.
âItâs almost midnight, I really think you should be heading home,â you sigh. Seokmin, Soonyoung and Seungkwan have the decency to have left half an hour ago, but theyâve never been that excited about your ghost adventures.
âYou wonât even let me meet the guy?â Jeonghan whines. âCome on, let's ask Mingyu if he wants to meet me!â
He places the planchette on the board, and it immediately moves to Yes. Sometimes you think Jeonghanâs moving it himself, using your ghost roommate to further his own wants and needs.Â
âIâm pretty sure Mingyu will want to spend the full-time slot with me alone,â you insist.Â
The planchette moves to No and you roll your eyes while Jeonghan grins at you.
âGive me that!â You take the wooden tool from his hands, setting it on the board. âMingyu, do you want Jeonghan to leave?â
You feel the familiar cold tingle in your hands, and without adding any pressure yourself, the planchette moves to the word Yes.Â
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guys you have GOT to stop sticking in extra aristeias for your faves, the iliad is getting TOO LONG
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nope lmao check out my guy diomedes he stabbed aphrodite!!!
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look do you want anyone to even be able to perform this whole thing bc i know rhapsodes are impressive but their memories can only go so far
#parahomerica #i spend so much time on this and is anyone remotely grateful?
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itâs going to be so crazy next month when it gets dark in the middle of the day, the medes are going to have no idea what hit them
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lol like that would ever happen! youâd have to piss off apollo even more than agamemnon did
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i stand corrected.
#ok headed down to didyma to make some offerings now #ngl this has me pretty freaked out
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the shepherds tread upon her underfoot
and on the ground a purple flower
Keep reading
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sappho dm me please i won't leave you like she did
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wealth is such a dick, he never comes to my place to go hey hipponax hereâs thirty minas of silver, and some extra too! what, is he scared?
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when you think about it... maybe helen's right when she blames herself for the trojan war? she chose to run away with paris and then so many people died because of it, she even says herself that she was a shameless dog
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Landoâs Biggest Fangirl (LN4)
Summary: Itâs his girlfriend. Landoâs biggest fangirl is his girlfriend.
Warnings: language, sexual references???domestic lando đ§Ąđ§Ą
Note: a filler while im super busy with school IM SORRY I COULDNT GET TO THE OSCAR CAUGHT IMAGINE TN BUT IT WILL HAPPEN TMRW I PROMISE. PROMISE.
y/nnn ass.
Comments:
Ln4andop81 BYE WHAT IS THIS
mclaren slumped
landonorris BABE.
- mclarensgirly idk why but this comment is so cute to me i love bf lando
landonorris everything about this post is so concerning
- y/nnn wdym? I think its perf
- landonorris first of all when did you take that of me and second of all THE CAPTION???
- y/nnn first of all i took it when you were sleeping thats obvi and second of all i like your ass. whats wrong with that?
- landonorris honestly? Nothing
f1fan2 i didnt know i needed this until rn
oscarpiastri your and landoâs relationship scares me sm
- landonorris TF??? WE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO YOU.
- y/nnn PASTRY???? I was starting to like you too.
- oscarpiastri y/n i dont think thats the way you talk to someone who has that pic of your bf sweating after getting out of his race car.
- y/nnn oscar. this is not a playful matter. hand. them. over.
- mclarensgirly YO OSCAR LEAK THOSE IM BEGGING YOU
- landonorris WHY ARE PEOPLE TAKING PICS OF ME WITHOUT MY CONSENT.
â
y/nnn finally got that pic from oscar. safe to say my boyfriendâs teammate is in love with him.
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mclarensgirly THANK YOU FOR DROPPING THIS đđ»đđ»đđ»
ln4andop81 YOU ARE A GOD SEND.
landonorris yeah but im in love with you â€ïž
- oscarpiastri WDYM âyeahâ IM NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU????
- y/nnn idk man this pic says something else
- mclarensgirly LANDOSCAR IRL???? AWWWW
- f1fan2 OMG THE SHIP IS SHIPPING đ€đ€
- oscarpiastri NO.
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y/nnn FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. CHEWING ON THE WALLS. JUMPING UP AND DOWN. GIGGLING. SMACKING MY FIST AGAINST MY HEAD.
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landonorris WOW.
landonorris youve out done yourself with this caption
landonorris very vivid image of you absolutely going bonkers
- y/nnn thats the POINT hottie đđ
- mclarensgirly y/n calling him hottie lol shes just like us
oscarpiastri i want to block you
danielricciardo sometimes i wonder if ive followed the wrong account and this is just a 16 year old girlâs fan page
- y/nnn 16 year old me wouldve been feeling the same type of way as me now is.
- danielricciardo plz never say that again
- landonorris im so concerned
â
y/nnn awww look at my baby heâs so cute and babygirl đ€đ€
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mclarensgirly the versatility of this woman never fails to amaze me
landonorris the eyes never lie, chica
- y/nnn AWWWW CAUSE YOU WERE LOOKING AT ME IN THIS OMFG AWWWWWWWWWWW
- landonorris i can hear your giggling
- y/nnn im not surprised
mclaren our favorite couple (we are so glad we didnât come across another violent post on your page) đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
- y/nnn dw we will be getting back to regular programming shortly <3
- mclaren take the phone away. landonorris
- landonorris im literally on the other side of the world idk how i can do that
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y/nnn BARK BARK đčđčđč GAHDAMN
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mclaren here we go againâŠ
- y/nnn WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO??? SAY NOTHING??????
- mclaren YES.
- y/nnn WELL THATS NOT AN OPTION.
landonorris well the barking is new!
- y/nnn you say it like youre scared
- landonorris thats cause i am.
oscarpiastri bro
danielricciardo ngl he looks good here
- y/nnn THANK. YOU.
- landonorris thanks dan
- y/nnn SO YOU THANK HIM AND NOT ME????
- landonorris YOU BARKED AT ME.
- y/nnn ITS THE PROPER RESPONSE.
- landonorris NO BABY IT IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT.
- f1fan2 their relationship is my roman empire
â
landonorris giving it a try: GAHDAMNNN BABY đ„”
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mclarensgirly WOWIEEEE SHE DOESNT GET ENOUGH RECOGNITION
F1fan2 she makes me question my sexuality.
Liked by landonorris
ln4andop81 mother of god almighty my jaw is on the floor
mclarensgirly thank you lando for blessing my eyes with this
ln4andop81 SHES SUCH A GREEK GODDESS
y/nnn see i dont like it when you do it đ
- landonorris are you actually kidding me.
- y/nnn why cant you just leave me to my delusions in peace???
- landonorris bc they arent delusions im literally your boyfriend
- y/nnn YUM SAY IT AGAIN đ©đ©đ©
- landonorris omfg
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Gooner (M)
pairing. Jisung x female reader ft Jeno
genre. fubu AU(alternatively âI was half a virgin when I met you!â AU), Jisung as Jenoâs younger brother/Jenoâs not the best sibling, M/F, filth.. yayđč
warnings. profanity, eavesdropping, incel vibes, y/nâs a bit mean, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 6.5k+
now playing. treat me like a slut//Kim Petras
smut warnings. masturbation, Jisungâs addicted to porn, switching, oral, hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, unprotected sex
 â  â â â  â â â  â â â  â â â  â â â  â  â â â 
Sweet high-pitched moans resonate through the walls, loud enough to cancel out the ones emitting from overpriced computer speakers.
So loud. So God damn loud.
Jisung sighs, heâd heard your flirty giggles about an hour ago before his brother dragged you through the hallway and into his bedroom across from his. Youâve been here 3? 4 times? This week alone already. He tries to tune out the cracked whine in your tone, raise the volume on the video heâs been watching for five minutes, not really paying attention to whatâs happening. How can he when you scream like your lifes being ripped from your body, crying out louder than a woman being chased to her death.Â
He blinks to focus his gaze on the computer screen, reaching for the energy drink sat on his desk to sip at. This used to be more enjoyable, time to relax and unwind after school or work. That was before Jeno started hooking up with you. Youâre just around all the damn time, always sprawled out on the couch, coming out of their shared bathroom with wet hair and one of his brothers oversized t-shirts. He doesnât make an effort to talk to you at all, never has tried to get to know any of the random girls that come in and out of his brother's revolving bedroom door.Â
Not that you make that easy, always greeting him when you run into each other, smiling and waving, even pinching his cheek when you stumbled out of his brother's room inebriated. You called him cute, a baby, a cute giant baby. It makes his skin crawl to think about it, softly petting his cheek with the back of his hand where you had tugged on his cheek roughly. He spent the rest of the day locked up in his room scouring the internet for videos showcasing girls that looked somewhat like you, your hair or lips, any minuscule feature close enough to yours to stroke himself to.
âLook at you Sungie, youâre growing up right before my eyes.â You said drunkenly, staggering back and forth on your feet as you trapped him in the hallway on his way to the bathroom. He didnât know what to do or say, flinching away from your touch too slowly, he had to stand there gulping thick wads of saliva while you tugged on his cheek and reached up to smack the other side of his face. âWhat a cute giant baby.â
The fantasies brewing in his mind for the last few weeks spilled over as you tiptoed closer and blinked up at him blearily, a flirty smile pulling at your lips.Â
He wanted to grip your wrists until they hurt, leave his fingerprints permanently etched on your daint limbs. One of his favorite videos came to mind, wishing to throw you down on all fours and shove the oversized band shirt up to unveil your bare ass, knowing damn well you walk around without bothering to cover yourself up after Jeno fucks your brain dry. Heâs so lucky, always manages to pull girls like you, shameless easy sluts desperate to cry on his cock.Â
That could be him if he had the balls to even look you in the eye and act out the various ways he imagines plowing through you. He was ready to say something, barely parting his lips open until Jeno blew his chances and dragged you back to his bedroom.
âYour little brotherâs so cute.â You teased, poking at the olders chest. He scoffed and glared at you, slowly dragging his gaze over to Jisung standing frozen in the hallway before slamming his door shut.
âProbably made his week talking to you, loser never leaves his room.âÂ
Jenoâs such an asshole. Heâs not wrong, but he doesnât have to tell you shit about his younger brotherâs life. He does leave his room, he has to eat, meet up with his friends every once in a while.
Thatâs not the worst part, the worst part is that you seem curious about him. Always subtly mentioning him when heâs in the living room or kitchen. His brother scoffs and mutters under his breath usually, snapping at you to quit asking about that virgin.
Heâs not a fucking virgin.. technically.Â
It doesnât matter anyway, youâd probably never give him a chance. Not that he wants a chance, heâs just horny, just needs to actually leave his room and interact with real women like Jeno always says.Â
But why would he do that when a few clicks can numb his brain without any hassle, without any effort or convincing. Why would he do that when he can mute the video, get up to press his ear against the door and watch a point of view shot of some whore getting her back blown out while listening to you beg for more.
Harder. Faster. More more more.Â
You sound like such a slut, such a cock hungry eager slut. Itâs easy to picture your face getting wrecked, he knows how rough Jeno can get after years of listening to the squeals and cries coming out of his room. Girls limping their way out with shame written across their face, they never lasted long, got their fill and moved on to the next. You stuck around, further cementing what a whore you must really be..
Jisung sighs, head dropping back against his door, sliding down to his knees to shove his hand past the waistband of his shorts. He hasnât left his room today, only once to act like he needed to use the bathroom. He wanted to see you, wanted to catch a glimpse of your outfit and makeup before Jeno ruined everything. The amount of shirts and sweaters youâve probably stolen by now must be taking up space in your closet.Â
Youâd look good in some of his clothes too, better than you look in his brothers. Youâd look better naked though, laid out on his bed with your legs spread open. Heâs been hard from the moment he caught a hint of your signature perfume in the air on his way to the bathroom, itâs enough to make his dick twitch. Enough to lick at his lips and imagine what your skin must taste like. He hates perfume, but you always smell so clean, so feminine and fresh..
âFuck.â Lotion, he needs lotion. His palm feels extra rough today, calloused up from beating his meat relentlessly over the last few weeks. He canât keep track anymore, losing count of how many times heâs tugged on his cock everyday, drowning out any hint of guilt that tells him that this is wrong. Besides, how wrong can it be when he cums within minutes picturing your face turning to look back at him as he pulls out to make a mess all over your ass.
âHey, dipshit!â A loud bang against his door has him choking on his spit, coughing and yanking his hand out of his pants as if heâs been burnt. âMom called, said to buy dinner.â
Jeno knocks again, throwing out another rude name until he gets up and races to turn off his computer, flustered as he wipes his sweaty palms on his shirt and opens the door.Â
Youâre standing behind him of course, slouching on his brother's back, peering over his bicep when the door opens. âWhat'dya want?â
His brother always looks annoyed, he canât understand why, theyâre not that different.Â
âPizza.â You whisper, dragging out your request cutely, fingernails running up and down Jenoâs sides. âPizzzzzzzzzza.â
He chuckles, grabbing your hands to loop your fingers together and tighten your hold around him. âI could go for some pizza.â
Jisung nods, ducking his head to avoid the way you bat your eyes at him behind Jenoâs back. Itâs probably all in his head anyway, the small things you do when his brother canât see you..
âAlright, I have a package coming in soon. Make yourself useful and bring it in for me before someone snatches it, will you?â Jeno says, shoving at his shoulder before turning away with you still attached to his back. âTold you he was probably jerking off.â
The way you laugh at that comment makes his chest tingle, lifting his gaze to steal one more look at you before shutting his door. To his surprise, youâre already looking back, the corners of your mouth lifting up slightly before you step out of view and the front door shuts.
Whatever. He really isnât hungry, not for food anyway, not when he can still pick up the lingering scent of your body wash permeating off your warm damp skin. He shoves that thought aside before pulling on some sweats, gingerly placing his length between the elastic waistband and his stomach.Â
The door rings not even 5 minutes after the two of you have left, groaning as he opens it and finds a large box that looks too heavy to carry to Jenoâs bedroom. âAsshole.â He knew damn well Jisung wouldnât want to lift this shit, and he told him to anyway. Fuming for a minute, he rolls his eyes and squats to hoist the package up against one of his thighs, grunting as he kicks the door shut and drops it haphazardly to kick down the hall. Thatâs what Jeno would do with his deliveries, heâs sure.
He contemplates for a moment on whether or not to leave the box outside of his brother's door, shifting back and noticing he didnât close it all the way. Probably wants him to leave it inside of his room like some lacky, better he assumes that and does it to avoid hearing shit later. Pointing his toes, he nudges the door open lightly, kicking the box inside only to pause when the warm air touches his face. It still reeks of sex inside of here, it still reeks of you. Itâs strong, hot, thick on his tongue.Â
Jenoâs room faces the street, catching most of the sunlights heat while Jisungâs window has towering trees to keep that out. He glances to his brotherâs bed, itâs still messy, the top blanket wrinkled in places you must have been fisting, damp streaks where your lower half must have been resting.Â
He shouldnât itch to touch, to get a closer look, to lower his face and drag his tongue across the wet patch, but he has to. Thisâthis is what heâs been missing out on, this is what his videos canât replicate. The smell of your arousal, the warmth rolling off your feverish flesh, the taste of your cunt pouring down his lips.Â
Jeno would fucking kill him if he found out about this, he thinks, grazing the tips of his fingers over the bundled up chunks of fabric, dragging over a damp spot between. He probably had you on all fours, face down ass up. Jisung salivates picturing it, the exact way he always imagines you looking back at him over your shoulder as he mercilessly slams inside of you. The blanket pinched between your teeth, cunt dripping out past his plummeting length making a sloppy mess all over his bed.Â
This is why you sound so muffled sometimes, making his ears strain to hear all of your sweet begging. He bets you look unreal in this light, always imagining you illuminated under the low blue and purple lights in his room, hair tousled on his black sheets.Â
He has to drag his nose against the topper, has to clench it between his fist as he lowers to the spot that undoubtedly rivered down from between your thighs. Itâs so raw, so real, instantly bolting electric nerves through his length as his lips lightly meet the half-dried area. Thereâs still too many hints of Jenoâs deeper musk entwined in the other areas, but this is all you. This is all your fucked open pussy, jerking his hips against the edge of his brotherâs bed the more he wraps his lips around the material. Fuck, what heâd give to sit between your thighs for a day like a pathetic dog with his mouth hung open pleading for a taste.
He should stop, get out of here before he gets too worked up, circling his hips faster as his chest tightens and his breath comes out faster. He ruts harder, pulling at the blanket and burying his face in deeper. How wet must you get to leave a mess like this behind? Can you squirt? Do your legs shake when you cum? Each drag of his tongue opens up a new possibility, reinventing the ways heâs dreamt of fucking you. He really shouldnât have done this, now heâll never be able to stop his mind from running wild.
âFuck, does that feel good? Pussy so damn tight for me.â He repeats the same shit he hears Jeno spewing while fucking you. The envy he feels nearly outweighs how pathetic he feels. Itâd be harder to swallow if he wasnât so God damn bricked up at the mere thought of you.
âAll that bullshit about men being the worstââ Jenoâs voice echoes down the hall, the front door slamming shut. âWhen youâre worse than me.â
Giggles play out loud, only halted by lips smacking together. Jisung sits up in a panic, pushing the blanket back to cover most of the mattress. Cursing under his breath he peers around fast, losing his balance as steps ascend down the hall heading his direction.
Shitshitshit, what the fuck! He canât move fast enough, stumbling to the floor with his painfully erect cock aching as he drags across.Â
âItâs your fault, canât keep your hands to yourself for a minute!â You squeal, thumping against the bedroom door setting him off in a scurry toward the closet. Jeno will chew his head off if he finds him in here, he doesnât even want to think about it. Why the fuck would the two of you come back in here so soon?! What about the food?!
âYou like it.â Jeno murmurs, pushing open the door to his bedroom right as Jisung manages to shut the closet door as quietly as possible. Itâs a mess in here, clothes thrown around everywhere. He has to crawl back on his knees slowly to make sure he doesnât make a sound, taking long quiet breaths to not be heard.
Thereâs no way heâll get caught in here, youâll have to leave eventually, right? The shutter door does nothing to help his confidence, scooting back into what he hopes is too dark to be visible from the other side if either of you were to look over for some reason(like him breathing too loud). Of course you fall to your knees in front of the closet, his brotherâs hand shoving you down by your shoulder as his other works to unbutton his jeans.Â
âYou look best on your knees.â He says, probably smirking judging off the way you smile up at him and reach for the tops of his thighs. âLetâs make this quick though, donât want the food to get cold.â
âPftt, I donât have to suck your dick.â You bite back, digging your fingers into his jeans. âIâm sure your little brother wouldnât give a fuck about eating if he had me like this.â
Jisung gulps, willing himself to look away when you reach inside of Jenoâs pants to draw his length free. He doesnât want to see that, well, he does want to. He doesnât want to watch you touch his brother though. Doesnât want to ruin the fantasy world heâs built in his head with the harsh reality.
âYou seriously wanna fuck him, donât you?â Jeno sneers, fisting your hair as you begin to glide the tip of his length across your lips. âYou never shut up about him, he wouldnât even know what to do with you.â
Jisung wishes he could tell him off, glaring between the shutters at him. His lips twitch annoyed, fisting at the dirty pile of clothes under his ass. Heâd know what to do with you, all he does is think about it, if only youâd let him practice..
âItâs cute, he always looks away when I catch him staring.â You tease, flicking your tongue out. âNever fucked brotherâs before, bet itâd be fun.â
A gasp nearly gets sucked out of his throat, tightening his fist around the piles as a tremor runs up his spine. Thereâs no way youâre serious, right? Probably just messing with Jeno to piss him off. It works too, because heâs telling you to âshut the fuck upâ within the next second, probbing his dick past your lips until youâre forced to take it.Â
You hardly even gag, making a quiet little sound as his cock disappears. Jisung can feel his thighs shaking before he realizes his hands are too, his bottom lip quivering. The way your lips stretch, the eye contact you manage to maintain despite his brotherâs huge thick size struggling to fill your throat. Itâs better than watching porn, you are better than watching porn. Youâre the nasty perverse wet dream thatâs made him wake up with sticky cum coated boxers come to life.Â
He knows this is despicable, down right humiliating to watch you blow his older brother off and enjoy it, but between the cuts of vision he can pretend Jenoâs not there. Your lips are pulled back on his size, only heâd cup the back of your head and make you really gag, make your eyes well up with tears. Heâd make sure to ruin your throat, have you raspy for days, making excuses for your scratchy voice. Nothing would please him more than knowing his cock punching your tonsils repeatedly had you sounding sick, clearing your throat and coughing.Â
Instinctively his hand reaches for the prominent bulge tenting out from his groin. The tip of his cock wet enough to leak through his boxers making him grateful that he threw on sweats before leaving his room. Watching is one thing, but rubbing his cock to this would be too much, wouldnât it? Does he even care at this point?Â
The groans Jenoâs letting out are loud and throaty as usual, thick cock muffling your wet moans vibrating around his length. Jisung reaches inside of his underwear to stroke the precum pouring from his slit up and down his shaft. He curses under his breath, gripping the base tight as a moan rises up his chest.
With a wet pop you pull off, lips plump and debauched already, turning your gaze up as you take a firm hold on his length and expertly fist him. Jisung bites down on his tongue, pulling the small fabric tangled in his fingers up with his mouth to bite down on. A choked gasp breaks when he sees it, lacey red panties still stained along the seat with a creamy white film.
Fuck, these have to be yours. Youâre the only girl thatâs been around lately. They have to be the ones you had on today too.Â
This couldnât possibly get any nastier, not the typical scenario he imagines. Jenoâs never involved in those, it usually started in the hallway after youâve showered. Dropping your towel with a sultry gaze locked on him, thatâs how he knows this has to be real. Youâre still dressed in one of his brother's shirts, and the panties he immediately shoves to his nose still smell ripe. Couldnât have been stripped off your body longer than two hours ago. Between the wet sloppy sounds emitting from your throat and his hand stroking faster to match the pace, he takes deeper inhales. Itâs stupid, envisioning a field covered in your used dirty underwear, falling from the sky even.Â
âThatâs it, get my balls too.â Jeno grunts, finally grabbing onto your head the way he would. He holds you in place and fucks against your pretty face, bursting tears out of your eyes that are working overtime to stay open. Heâs full on fucking your face now, making Jisungâs hand sting from the burn of his slimey palm dragging against his throbbing cock again. He canât cum like this, that would be mortifying. Especially because he never wants to forget this.
âFuck, ah shit, swallow it.â Jeno demands, spilling down your throat and reaching down to pinch your nose. Make you choke and gag like a pro. He wonât cum from this, heâs seen this happen so many times, beat his cock to compilations, but itâs the lewd gargled moan you let out. Itâs the way his brother rips his cock free from your lips and wads of spit soar out, painting your chin with the most disgusting vile mixture of thick nut and drool.
âFuck!â Jisung shouts, wrapping your panties around his length as he tugs himself to completion.
âWhat the fuck?!â The closet doors flying open before he can even finish climaxing, furrowing his eyebrows and grabbing at another piece of clothing to cover his groin. âWhat the hell are you doing in here?!â
âOh my God!â You squeak, scurrying to stand up and clean off your face. âYou were in there the whole time!â
âWere you seriously fucking jerking off?!â Jeno shrieks, grabbing the younger by his arm to drag him out of the closet. âThe hell is your problem pervert?!â
âN-no! I wasnât!â Jisung panics, lifting his hands to defend himself.
âMy panties!â You screech, bending over to snatch them away from his crotch, accidentally brushing his still sensitive twitching length.
âAhh!â His hips chase your fleeting touch, face burning up as you scream again and drop your freshly soiled underwear.
âOh my God, he came in them!â
âUgh, told you heâs a fucking virgin that wouldnât know what to do with you.â Jeno sneers annoyed, motioning at the younger. âStand up man! Youâre embarrassing me!â
âIâm not a virgin!â Jisung snaps, face on fire the longer he stays on his knees listening to this with two sets of judging eyes on him.Â
âYou came after only putting in the tip dude! That doesnât count!â Jeno shouts, groaning and grabbing him to get up. âWhy canât you be normal!â
âYouâre a virgin?â You interrupt, seeming intrigued, shyly lifting your thumb to your mouth to bite on.
âNo!â He corrects, shoving at the older.Â
âDonât lie.â Jeno shoves him back. They go back and forth for a minute, Jisung frustratedly balling up his fists and standing straight.
âFine! Iâm likeâhalf a virgin.â He says regretfully, lowering his gaze.
âHe jerks off too much thatâs why.â Jeno announces, spilling all his business. âCanât hold his shit inside a real pussy, horny bastard.â
âDude!â
âIâve never been with a virgin.â You add, bouncing on your tiptoes.Â
âHe couldnât handle you, Iâve already told you.â Jeno repeats, flicking your chin. âHe doesnât deserve a pity fuck from you anyway.â
Jisung wants to disagree, ready to grovel for a pity fuck if youâre really down for that. Keeping his gaze lowered, he tries to ignore the way his dick still reacts to the idea. Heâd perform magic to erase that almost first time from his memory if it meant heâd have an actual chance to be inside of you.
âWouldnât be a pity fuck.â You mumble demurely, tucking your chin to your chest. âHeâs cute.â
Jeno throws his hands up, breaking into a laugh. âHe wonât last more than 3 minutes inside of you, youâre still tight even after I fuck you.â
Jisung swallows hard, gnawing at his bottom lip anxiously. âBet I could..â
âYeah!â You agree, smacking Jenoâs chest. âHow much do you want to bet?â
Jeno laughs sarcastically, rolling his eyes. âJust say you wanna fuck him, we donât need to bet shit.â
âFine.â You respond, shrugging, trailing your gaze from Jeno to Jisung. He stares back wide-eyed in disbelief.. now this has to be a dream.
âPittttttttty fuck.â Jeno sings, slapping your ass as he passes you on the way out. âDonât forget who fucks you right just because youâre into this helpless loser shit my brother has going on.â
He shouts something about eating all of the pizza if the two of you take too long, leaving you to stand awkwardly shuffling across from Jisung. Clearing his throat, he nods and motions for you to exit the room. âAre you sure about this?â
âAre you not? I mean, you ruined my panties, I think you owe me one..â you say coyly, bumping into his side making red hues rise up the back of his neck. Jisung nods much too fast, leading you to his bedroom which is much different from Jenoâs. A lot more cluttered, dark, less of an inviting scent.
He scrambles to light a candle, spraying a bit of cologne when you step in and suck a long breath in through your nose. âSmells like..â
You trail off, dragging your fingers down his computer desk and eyeing the small trash can full of tissues underneath. âFresh cum.â
Jisung pretends to laugh, shaking his head and waving his hands ânoâ, adding a few more sprays. âI guess itâs true, I mean you are always alone whenever I come over..â
Eyeing him suspiciously, you sit down on his bed, adjusting the shirt you borrowed from Jeno to cover your upper thighs. âBut you like me, right?â
He wants to fall to his knees, grovel and perch his chin on your knee and beg you to stop making this even more humiliating for him. âY-yes..â
âI know Sungie, youâre not good at hiding it..â you grin, leaning back and patting the space beside you. âCome here.â
Jisung listens, sitting down stiffly next to you. His nerves feel insane, burning through his veins, face on fire. He canât even look at you, canât even think about having to touch you.
âLook at me.â
You say that like itâs so easy, as if itâs simple enough to turn his face a centimeter to face you. He gulps, scratching at the cotton material stretched over his thighs, mentally pepping himself up to turn. âJi, I said look at me.âÂ
And he has to now, with your fingers pinching his chin, sitting closer to him until your lips are only a breath away from his. The same mouth he just watched suck cock like a professional whore, lips still swollen from taking Jenoâs monstrous size. âYou seem nervous.â
Shaking his head, he reaches for your throat, thatâs usually how it goes in porn. Those girls always liked to be choked, get manhandled and fucked into the floor. Judging by the way you let Jeno treat you, he doubts youâre any different. His hand can practically wrap around your neck, surging a rush a thrill through his gut as he pushes you down on his bed and traps you with his fingers stretched around choking you. âNot nervous.â He grits, kicking your thighs open with his knees to mount you.Â
âAre y-you sureââ you struggle to ask, tugging on his wrist.Â
âShut the fuck up.â His brother had been stern with you before, you seemed to like it. Even now with wide surprised eyes he leans in and nips at your upper lip, hands beginning to tremble. âI should use a condom with an easy slut like you..â he whispers, pouty pink lips dragging against yours. âYou let anyone fuck you.â
Confidence, he has to stay confident. Has to steer the control his way, make sure you know that heâs the one in charge here. His cocks thrumming incessantly, screaming to be set free, begging him to finally fuck something other than his poor useless hand.Â
Gripping onto your jaw, he licks across your lips, digging his knee higher to prod your bare middle. Fuck, youâre soaking through the cotton material of his sweats. He knew it, you really are the most erotic dream, ripped straight from the most lust crazed filled thoughts. âYou need to beg.â
His knee rubs against your core to emphasize his request, cupping your jaw and chin firmly to assault your mouth further. Itâs all too good, stirring his aroused heat into a rapid inescapable fire. Every inch of his skin burns, desperate to remove his clothes and draw you into the depths of hell with him. He canât stop licking between your lips, canât stop nibbling on your juicy pout long enough to take anything off.
âJiâs-slow down,â you whine, gripping his narrow hips to drag your cunt up his thigh. âYouâre g-getting too worked u-up.â
He should listen, this is exactly what happened last time. Kissing felt too good to stop, dragging his free hand over your perky breasts shot off too many sparks of electricity throughout his system to slow down. The warmth spreading over his thigh just too damn good to do anything other than pull his length out quickly.
âC-canât.â He mumbles breathily, wrapping around your neck again for leverage. Pushing your thigh open to direct the tip of his aching cock inside of you. He looks devastated, anguished by the pain visibly throbbing his size. Heâs so hard, the tip of his length so red and ready to burst. Biting down on his lip he practically lets out a scream as his cockhead finally drags between your sticky wet folds. âA-ahh!â
âD-donât!â You cough, slapping his hips. âD-donât you d-dare cum!â
Fuck. Just listening to you angrily reprimand him makes his balls tighten up even more if possible. Tip not even penetrating your tight hole yet, he takes a few deep breaths, head hung between his shoulders watching his length dangle above your pussy. Thereâs no way he can let go this easily, too scared to even plunge an inch inside of you the more he psyches himself out and stares between your lower halves drunkenly.Â
ââMm sorry, s-sorry.â He curses, jerking his hips lower until the fat cockhead gets sucked inside of your warm cunt. Chubbed velvety folds wrap around him as if to draw more in, twitching violently where he struggles to not move and keep control of this moment.
âN-no! You canât, not y-yet!â You exclaim, reaching a hand up to ball up a chunk of his hair up and pull his head back. âPull out! D-donât you dare cum!âÂ
With all the force you can find, you push his hips hard enough to make him slip out, earning a loud guttural shout as he falls out to the side. Even the two inches he managed to get in leave your hole open, hungrily clenching to be fed again. âG-god.â Whining, you sit up and rip off Jenoâs shirt, stradling Jisungâs sturdy thighs.
âYou seriously have to be beating off 10 times a day to be cumming from that.â You half-joke, pushing his shirt up to scratch your nails down his chest and slowly bring him back down. His cheeks light up in flames, ruddy bright even in the dark of his bedroom.
âS-sorry, I really wanted to.. make it good for you.â He says pathetically, sniffling and hiding his face in his shoulder.
âItâll be good for me if you last longer than a minute baby.â You jeer lightly, scooting back to remove his sweats and get a real good look at the size of his long lean figure. Surprisingly fit for someone who hardly ever leaves his bedroom. âForget all that shit you watch in porn for a second. Just focus on me, okay?â
Itâs evident by the state of his trembling figure and sad wet eyes how badly he wants this. How badly he needs this. Slowly lowering your middle down on his hips, you gently position his girthy length between your wet folds, hands smoothing up his trim waist to his chest to hold on to. âS-slow, like this.â
The small amount of willpower you have helps you ease up and down his length to coat him in your wet slick. Jisung bares his teeth, reaching to circle your waist with his big hands, anything to feel your smooth skin. He has to shut his eyes for now, especially when he first looks up and sees your chest bouncing up and down almost like slow-motion.
This- this is better than porn. God, this is better than anything, the smell of desire clinging to the roof of his mouth, your sweaty bodies rubbing together. How the fuck is he not supposed to cum like this? How the fuck does he stop himself from the humiliation of premature ejaculation? He can go for hours falling down a hole of pornographic content, abusing his fleshlight until the batteries run dry. But this is too much, too good to squeeze the fleshy meat lining your hips, too fucking good to drag his hands back up and follow the shape leading up to your tight waist and heavy breasts.
âYouâre doing so good.â You manage to say, losing yourself to the pleasure with each passing rub of your clit grinding against the lifted ridge of his cockhead. âCan you take more?â
Jisung nods rapidly, screaming for more, digging his fingers into your hips for more. He canât, he really canât, but he wants to so fucking bad. He wants to be inside of you already, wants to feel the tight clamp of your cunt gripping around him until heâs near death.
âYes yes, p-please.â He has no idea how obscene he looks begging from your point of view above him, thick lips parting open dribbling saliva from the corners. Heâs even prettier like this, helpless and powerless to your word.
âStay put.â You say sternly, lifting your hips to wrap around the middle of his cock. âLet me move slow, okay?â
He can do nothing besides nod again, eyes blinking open needing to watch as you rub the tip against your hole and bite down to suppress a cry. Heâs just as thick as Jeno, you think, maybe a little less, still long enough to leave your cervix bruised. âF-fuck youâre.. big.â
Itâs the hardest test of strength to not slam his hips upward, to stay in place the way you told him to. His teeth clench as the last inch of his size disappears inside of you, the heat from your inner walls gripped around him makes his lower back arch, tears well up in his eyes.
You try to move slowly, try to circle your hips and stretch yourself open on his length.Â
âF-fuck IâmâI canât do it.â He cries, scratching your hips and upper thighs roughly. âToo wet, too warm.â
âYou c-can baby,â linking your fingers through his, you move his hands to his chest and roll your hips faster. Keeping your hands held together as you build up speed and lift up and down a little faster until a burn scorches up your thighs. âYouâre doing so good.â
âAhh, p-please!â He begs, eyes and nose scrunching up the faster you ride his length. âN-need to!âÂ
âDo it,â encouraging him, you grab onto his neck firmly with both hands, forcing his face to look at you. âFuck me.â
Jisungâs chest rises steadily, shoulders stiffening as his teeth grit and he reaches for your waist to toss you down on his bed. Without sliding out more than a few inches he thrusts erratically to chase after the release thatâs been begging to be let out from the second he got an inch inside of you. Hard thrust rock your back up higher, still clawing at his neck and shoulders even as his weight drops down on you faster and faster. The entire floor feels like itâs shaking with each powerful collision of his hips clapping against the back of your thighs and ass.
âY-yes yes!â You moan prettily, the same moans that have gotten him through 5 rounds of fisting his cock like no tomorrow. The same moans he wished would be for him finally singing from your lips for him, only him.
âMy n-name,â he stutters, face red and sweaty, lips covered with spit. âP-please say m-my name.â
âJisung,â you whine, that seductive sweet whine that can make him lose his mind. High-pitched and shattered, sending his hips into a furious pace the more you continue to repeat it. âSungie, Jisung.. p-please donât, d-donât stop! Jisung!â
âAhh f-fuckkk!â He can barely control his hips as he pulls out with the wettest pop, dripping wet cock slapping down on your stomach. It already hurts too much to even bother with stroking himself to finish, hips writhing forward leaving a slimy path of your own arousal lined up the middle of your stomach.
âJisuââ your palms swipes up from the base of his size, cock still fat and long even beneath your stretched fingers. Itâs enough to empty his balls until they literally ache. Having to hunch forward and whimper through it. Forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the sight of your abdomen painted in the milky white cream jumping in rivulets out of his twitching dick.
âHoly shit..â you sigh out, catching your breath under the sticky weight of warm cum beginning to dry on your skin. âThatâsâ you came so much..â
âS-sorry..â he murmurs, moving to your side to lie down, head spinning too much as he blinks at the ceiling. âFor all of that.â
âWhy? Itâs cute..â you say shyly, somehow pulling that soft shy tone out of some hidden bag of tricks you must have after all that. âNever a bad thing to like fucking that much..â
âThink I just like you that much.â He admits, eyes shifting to the side to gauge your reaction. He shouldnât say that, given the reason youâre even here to begin with, but how can he not?
âI can tell,â you smirk, dragging two fingers through the mess painted on your stomach. âIâm sure we can figure something out.. I know how to work your brother if you havenât noticed.â
Jisung hums, sitting up feeling strung out and exhausted. âI should clean you, right?â
âThatâd be nice.â You nod, watching him get up to find a clean towel.
âHow was it? I mean, like, how did I do?â He asks, sitting down and lightly dragging a small towel from your chest to your stomach.
A sneaky smile pulls at your lips, sighing and relaxing. âNot bad for a gooner.â
Jisung blows out a breath nervously, scratching his cheek and shrugging. âI donât know youâre talking about.â
Sitting up, you reach for his right hand, lifting it up to your face to trace over all the rough calluses lined up and down his palm. âBy the time Iâm through with you, youâll forget how your hand even felt.â
âWhat?â
âJenoâs not my only fuck buddy.â You wink, shoving his hand away. âLetâs get dressed before he eats through everything.â
Jisung helps you get up, not wanting to further question what you mean by that. Instead he finds a clean shirt to hand you, confirming that heâs right, you do look better in his clothes.
âYouâre not getting this shirt back by the way.â You say, pinching his cheek exactly the same way you had weeks ago. âCutie.â
Dabbing at his blushing cheeks he watches you head out before following after you. Needing to calm himself for a minute.Â
You can keep it.
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a/n: recap. they got drunk at the award. Now itâs 2024 silly seasonnn
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ACOTAR MEN X READER, BANNING THEM FROM INTIMACY
âïž â summary: you let them know theyâre not allowed to touch you in any way, shape or form. How do they react!
âïž â warnings: 18+, nsfw, az being a slut as per usual, cassian being yummy, touchy needy fae males, slight dumbification in lucienâs
âïž â amaraâs note: lucien was my fav one to write omgggg, also i hope u sluts enjoyđđđđ also enjoy while i work with tutor azđđ
RHYSAND
âYouâre putting me on a ban? You canât be serious.â
âNuh-uh Rhys, you flirted with that girl so have fun by yourself for the unforseeable future.â
Rhysand didnât actually flirt with anyone, he was being his usual self and the way the girl was leaning towards him made you angry so you just blamed him instead
He gets through the first few days calmly although he is mildy irritated. Especially when Cassian and Azriel tease him about it.
âSo no sexy time for you Rhysie, that must suck,â Cassian says as he ties his hair back.
âWell, not really much sucking these days, right?â Azriel snickers, getting ready for the inevitable fight
Rhysand takes out his frustration on them for their smart little comments.
Rhysand has quite a high libido so that man usually fucks you good atleast once a day even when youâre both busy.
âDarling, please forgive me. I will never do it again. Tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness.â
He begs and begs because heâs going a bit crazy
In the end, it takes him only three days for you to forgive him and lift the ban. The man is charming and seduces you into dropping the ban
The second you drop the ban, he grabs your waist, throws you over his shoulder and winnows to the cabin where he fucks you for a week straight.
âThat oughta put that nasty idea out of your head foreverâ he says, patting your head while smiling at your ruined self. Mascara running, laboured breathing, and a pounding heart is your only answer
Yeah this man wrecks you and you never pull this stunt againâŠ
YUMMM MHE IS SO DELICIOUS đčđčđčđč
ERIS
âYou may not touch me or have sex with me in any way until I say you can.â
He narrows his eyes as he slightly smiles when you announce a ban on all intimate activities for the unforseeable future.
âIs that so?â
You cross your arm on your chest, lifting your chin in defiance.
âYes, thatâs right. Since you want to entertain Nesta Archeron, you may not be in my vicinity.â
You are being waaaaaay too dramatic. He didnât even spare her a single glance until you pointed to her. Nothing at all happened, I mean the male didnât even know she was at the ball until you told him.
Nesta walked up and was a bit too close to him and even though Eris moved to your side, giving her an unamused look, you were still irritated
And since you couldnât take it out on her, you take it out on Eris.
But Eris knows what youâre doing, he knows how extremely dramatic you are being, so he just lets you cool off, letâs you huff and puff around the house
You are a mess. An absolute mess
You find yourself longing for Eris's touch, even just a simple headpat from him would send you into cardiac arrest.
The fact that you lasted an entire week is insane bc youâre both touching each other in some way all the time
When youâre lounging; his head rests on your chest, and you lovingly massage his scalp, running your fingers through his hair. Alternatively, he pulls you closer to his body under a warm blanket, nestled in his neck, while he warms his hands for you, acting as your personal heater.
When youâre in public; he always has a hand on your lower back, waist or you walk hand in hand. You also wrap your hands around his biceps, caressing the arm when you feel tired
When youâre in a meeting; your hands naturally seek each other under the table. Whenever one of you gets heated or irritated, the other soothes them by rubbing their thumb on the back of their hand, offering quiet support.
After a week of torture you finally breakdown in his office, storming in and placing your palms on his wooden desk. He looks up at your curiously, an eyebrow raised.
âOkay, I canât do this anymore, please touch me, I donât know what I was thinking.â
Eris is just as desperate as you are but he wants to drag this out just a tiny bit more before giving in
âInteresting. You initiated this ban, yet youâre the one who canât follow through? You were fine without me for a whole week, I think youâll manage another one.â
Your jaw drops in disbelief. Another week? No, youâd rather die.
âI think not. I will beg if I have to. Touch me, please. I will probably die if I go another week without you.â
He leans back in his chair, puts his arms behind his head as his arms bulge. One of your biggest weaknesses
âNormally, Iâd make you beg but I missed you aswell. Come here.â
You damn near cry in relief when you sit in his lap and nestle in his arms. His warm hands rub your back and thighs, making you impossibly more relaxed
âThis was one of the dumbest things I have ever done. Never again.â You whine against his neck, kissing it over and over again.
âIâll hold you to that,â he says, emotional as he press a kiss to your head
AZRIEL
âOkay.â
That is all he says when you tell him your banning him from touching you. Honestly, you thought heâd have a bigger reaction so you start getting second thoughts.
But you thug it out bc you still want to prove a point even though he looks super unbothered
In reality, Azriel is panicking on the inside
Although he knows he can physically withstand sex, itâs the love and intimacy he misses the most
So he does the one thing he knows you wonât resist
He sluts around the house
Okay, he walks around shirtless or with super tight black shirts thst highlight years and years of working out
Azriel knows youâre weak for his muscles and body so flaunting it around is step one of his plan.
Step two of his plan draws him extremely close to you, mere inches away. He leans in as you speak, exploiting yet another weakness.
He wears delicious colognes that make your eyes flutter. He wears chains around his neck and leans over you.
Azrielâs final and ultimate slut move is waking up in the morning, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he speaks. It's all it takes for you to cave in to his charms.
You find yourself the one begging for his touch, unable to resist the longing for his embrace. You babble about never wanting to go so long without feeling his presence again.
CASSIAN
Cassianâs love language is most definitely touch so when you tell him that he is banned from here on out, he freezes.
Like it doesnât make any sense, he actually canât grasp the concept.
âWhat does that even mean? What do you mean I canât touch you?â
Tha man is flabbergasted
He will follow you around, apologizing for his behavior over and over. Youâve already forgiven him since it was a minor thing but he doesnât know that
Cassian starts carrying a pillow with him, imagining it is you. He craves touch, and if it's from a damn pillow, he'll gladly take it
He pouts as you try to surpress a smile at his expression. Heâll give you puppy eyes in hopes of you dropping the annoying ban
Eventually, Cassian levels up and becomes extra touchy with the inner circle instead, seeking any physical touch
A confused Azriel gets extra pats on the shoulder, but Cassian's hand lingers, staying put longer than usual, leaving Azriel puzzled by the sudden change in his behavior.
An amused Rhysand receives more hugs, but Cassian's hugs linger, holding him close as if imagining you there for a moment.
Obviously, nothing compares to you, and the whole situation only makes Cassian more irritated.
No sex is just unbearable. Jerking off isnât fun at all and he can count on one hand how many times he had to use his hands since you got together
After only one and a half day you start to miss his touches and get jealous that your friends is getting his warm touches instead.
Youâre also very horny and since you and cassian have a VERY active sex life, it makes a lotta sense. This male usually fucks you 1-2 times everyday, and I mean EVERY day
Seriously not a day goes by without some action, whether it be fingering, bjs, handjobs, nipple play, him eating you out, 69 just anything really
When you finally, after 1,5 excruciating days let him touch you, he smiles and thank the Mother then drags you to your bedroom
Yâall donât come out for a solid 2-3 business days
Ever since the ban, he is stuck to you like glue fr
LUCIEN
Lucien is very calm for someone who isnât allowed to touch his mate
âYouâre banning me from touching you? Thatâs really cute,â Lucien remarks casually, a hint of amusement in his tone as he takes a sip of his peppermint tea.
You furrow your brows, pouting. âI'm not joking, Lucien. If you touch me, I'll scream,â you assert firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. With lifted chin and proud gaze, you stand your ground, making your new and temporary boundaries clear.
Lucien chuckles softly. âYeah? Youâll scream? Love, you scream real nice for me when I touch you anyway, so what's really new?â he teases, getting closer to you.
âI mean, do you really want me to not touch you?â Lucien asks, his voice low as he inches closer and closer until your faces are mere inches apart.
He gets so close, his warmth leaving you breathless. His soft, plump lips barely brush against yours, the touch so light it's almost not there.
âTell me, my sweet, perfect girl,â he murmurs, his breath mingling with yours, âwho put this idea in your head?â
You are barely functioning, your words stuck in your throat as you struggle to come up with a response.
âI know you're too out of it to properly respond to me right now, and it's okay,â Lucien says gently, his tone teasing. âI guess using your brain is a tough task, hm?â
You nodded absentmindedly, distracted by his charming smile
âM'sorry, Lucien,â you mumble, your words breathless and slightly slurred. âIt was just a joke. I really want you to touch me,â you admit, your voice trailing off as you become increasingly dumbfounded in his intoxicated presence.
He tsked with mock sympathy. âIt's okay, sweetheart,â he said gently, gripping your chin. âLetâs not say things we donât mean the next time, okay?â
âOkay, I wonât.â you say blushing at the proximity before giving him a sweet sweet kiss on the lips. Lucien pulls you in closer and yâall fuck right there on the kitchen table but damn it was good
Yeah, banning Lucien from intimacy will never work
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: âiâm boyfriend material!â he cries indignantly, offended despite the fact that heâd never kept a relationship for more than a few months out of sheer boredom, and you pause before looking him up and down. / ââŠmhmm.â
đđđ§đđšđŠ: jujutsu kaisen | đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : satoru gojo/f!reader, mild sukuna/reader | đ«đđđąđ§đ : nsfw ; minors dni | đ°/đ: 6.25k.
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: college au, fem reader, fuckboy satoru, protected sex ( wrap it up cumsluts ), jealousy, attempted hand-holding, brief nanami cameo, satoru gets hard attached and then is O.O when reader is like ânah imma dip nowâ, slight angst, unrequited love, previously established relationship ( just not w gojo đđ ), cheating ( by reader ), bf sukuna.
đ đ§đšđđ đđ«đšđŠ đđđŹ: hmmm gojoâs not suffered enough, letâs do THIS đčđč
â đŹđźđ©đ©đšđ«đ đŠđ !!
Gojo Satoru was not nervous.Â
All he had to do was ask a simple girl in his Philosophy course out so he could take her home and sleep with her. Heâd never asked any of the girls in his Philosophy course out, though, so he was a little hesitant. As odd as it would seem, he enjoyed this class, and he didnât want anything awkward to happen â which was why Suguru had directed him your way.Â
ââShe wonât make it weird,ââ heâd said, though how heâd known when Satoru knew every person that his best friend had ever slept with ( and you had not been one of them ) was beyond him.Â
Remember, he thinks to himself, glancing over at you a few times in a way he thinks isnât noticeable, Sheâs gonna fall all over you, just like all the others, as soon as you ask her out. Easy lay.Â
And he wasnât nervous.Â
Class ends, and he waits for everyone to make their way out. From experience over the last semester and a half, you were one of the last people to leave, taking your time considering you didnât have any more courses after this one ended at noon on Tuesdays until 5pm. Once only a few stragglers are left, he grabs his books and saunters over, plastering on one of his most breathtaking grins ( if he did say so himself ), then leaning against your desk. You donât look at him, blatant disinterest emanating off of you, but he forges forward.Â
âSo⊠I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight?â he asks, preening over how quick all the past yeses came. Men and women fell all over him like water rolls over stone in riverbeds,Â
âNo.â
âGreat, I was thinking maybe that new Italian jointâ,â Satoru pauses. Blinks. Registers your words. ââŠWhat?â
âNo. Is a two letter word so difficult for you to understand?â Satoru is⊠shocked, for lack of a better word. Heâd never actually been told no before.Â
âBut⊠why?â His question is whinier than heâd intended, but he couldnât bring himself to care. You narrow your eyes up at him.Â
âI donât have to explain myself to you â but if you must know, I go on dates with the man I intend to be in a relationship with,â you say honestly, and Satoru fights back a snort. âI donât date someone whoâs only good for a quick fucking session.â
âIâm boyfriend material!â he cries indignantly, offended despite the fact that heâd never kept a relationship for more than a few months out of sheer boredom, and you pause before looking him up and down.Â
ââŠMhmm,â is your only reply, and he pouts. You go back to finishing up, and he thinks for a moment, drumming his fingers against the surface of your desk before shrugging.Â
âInterested in hooking up, then?â he asks, and you glance up at him questioningly. âWe donât have to date, we could just have sex.â Not that youâd want to keep him as âjust a fuckbuddyâ for too long, Satoru thinks.Â
You hum softly, seeming to think it over, then give a slight nod. âSure, we can fuck,â you say with a lazy shrug, then sigh. âBut no feelings. Iâm not interested, especially not with someone who has a reputation like yours.â
âYou say that now, but youâre gonna be begginâ for me to be your boyfriend,â Satoru chuckles, and you roll your eyes.Â
âDonât hold your breath,â you reply, sounding amused as you cross your arms, and without missing a beat he waggles his eyebrows at you, and you raise one of your own. âWhat?â
âWanna get started on this friends-with-benefits thing now? My carâs in the parking lot,â he grins, and you look completely unimpressed.Â
You resume picking up your notebooks and textbook, shoving them in your backpack and steadfastly refusing to look at his goofy expression. âIâm not fucking in your dirty-ass backseat,â you reply grumpily. âI might catch something.â
âIâll have you know my car is amazing and clean and perfect,â Satoru retorts, acting as if his feelings are hurt, and you scoff.Â
âNot with you as a driver. Didnât you hit a sorority mailbox last month?â
Heâs silent for a moment. âWeâre in philosophy class, you know. Most philosophers say that itâs âunwise to root yourself in the pastâ.â
You just blink at him, then roll your eyes again and slide your laptop into your bag. âThat alone tells me everything I need to know.â
âYâknow, youâre really mean,â he pouts, and you have to fight off the urge to smile. Sometimes he was amusing, even though you didnât want to admit it.Â
âI know. Itâs one of my best traits,â you reply, swinging your bag over your shoulder. âSee you in class.â
One week later, Gojo finally picks you up â that is, your shared Philosophy course ends and you both head to his car. Youâve both tossed your bags in the back and are sitting in the drive-through of a fast food place waiting on your coffees with you tapping away at your phone while he hands his card through the window so he can pay for the drinks youâd gotten along with his own.Â
He pulls forward after getting his card back, then brightens a little as he remembered the question heâd wanted to ask before heâd forgotten after asking if you wanted a drink.Â
âDo you want to type your address into my GPS so we canââ Satoru starts, and his eyes widen when you interrupt him almost immediately.Â
âNot at my place. Never at my place, Gojo,â you snap, and he nods almost dumbly. Heâd not expected you to be so stern about it, nor for you to deny him heading to your apartment or house or whatever ( especially considering his hookups typically didnât care as long as they ended up with him in their bed. In the back of his mind an alarm bell rings, but he dumbly chose to ignore it.Â
âThatâs â Thatâs fine, no problem, we can go to my place,â he replies, pushing a fake grin on his face. He watches you visibly relax back into the passenger seat, and relaxes himself before pulling up to the second window and taking your drinks. He hands you your drink then pulls away while sipping at his own Diet Coke, glancing at you every now and then as he drives back to his apartment rather than wherever you lived.Â
Part of him was nervous; he never really ever brought hookups back to his apartment â hell, heâd only brought like two of his prior girlfriends there, so this was a big break from his normal meet-up for sex. Still, heâd talked so much shit to Suguru when heâd said heâd manage to fuck you, so he couldnât back out now.Â
Heâd taken out the trash yesterday, right?
He pulls into the parking lot of his apartment, easing into his spot and putting the car in park before taking a breath and leaning back. You arenât paying him any attention, still in your phone apparently texting someone from what he could see from the corner of his eye, and once youâre done you lock your phone before turning your body to face him in his seat.Â
You ask quietly, âGojo⊠are you sure you want to do this?â and he pauses as he starts unclipping his seatbelt.Â
âYeah, of course! Why would I, uh â Why wouldnât I?â he asks, nodding with a smile. You raise an eyebrow.Â
âYouâre acting nervous.â You deadpan, and he laughs.Â
âNervous? Iâm not nervous! Letâs fuck, babe,â he says brightly, opening his car door and hopping out as you shrug and unclip your own belt.Â
ââŠDonât call me babe, but whatever. If youâre sure,â you say lazily, then add, âBy the way, three of my friends know I came home with you, and I just dropped a location pin in a group chat, so⊠itâd be easier if you werenât some creepo murderer.â
Satoru laughs again, this time actually amused. âThatâs great, theyâll know the location of the best dick in Japan! Second floor.â
You scoff, but follow him up the stairs, stopping only as he fishes his keys out of his pocket and works on getting them in the lock. Eventually it pops into place, and you follow him inside, toeing off your shoes and following him quietly, eyeing him as he takes his loose coat off and tosses it on the back of his couch before following his lead to the bedroom. He lets you come in before turning to close the door, and is surprised when he turns and your shirt is already on the floor and youâre working on wiggling out of your tight skirt.Â
âI â oh! Like to do the work yourself, huh?â He jokes, and you scoff through a playful smile.Â
âPlease. If we fuck and you just lay there, the entire campus will hear about it before midnight, I promise,â You reply. Satoru just grins.Â
âWho says weâll be done by midnight?â He asks cheekily, and you laugh again.Â
âGojo Satoru, it is two in the afternoon,â you say, and he laughs and starts unbuckling his belt.Â
âAnd?â he purrs, tossing it aside and kicking his pants away after they pool around his ankles, leaving his boxers on as you kick off your own skirt, leaving you in a mismatched bra and underwear set. Heâs discovered he much prefers you this way â almost naked and ready to joke around with him â rather than the way you were cold and quiet in class. You actually seemed human here, and he was starting to understand why Suguru had said you were easy to be around; Satoru had thought he was lying just to fuck with him, but apparently you were typically this way in the bedroom and at parties after a few drinks. It was an interesting thing about you to learn in all honesty.Â
He presses his front to yours, wasting no time and dipping his head down to kiss you, mashing your lips together hard and his hands snake behind your back and unclip your bra at the same time that you slip the condom youâd taken out of your bra between your teeth and hook your thumbs in the waistband of his own underwear and push them down. He steps out of them as you stumble backwards towards his bed, leading him along before falling back with him on top of you, both of you still kissing.Â
You start to unwrap the condom. âYouâre a good kisser,â you mumble into his mouth, reaching one hand down to shimmy out of your panties while the other tangles itself in his hair, tugging lightly. Once theyâre over the edge of the bed they fall to your ankles and you just step out of them, reaching between your bodies and slipping the condom down his shaft with an experienced sort of ease that faintly amused him.
âWhy the tone of surprise?â Satoru laughs, nipping at your bottom lip before starting to kiss a line down your throat, savoring the area over your pulse point as you let out soft, happy sighs.
âMmm, kinda thought youâd have loser dick â but like, a real loser, not the sexy kind,â you reply honestly, and Satoru would have been offended if he wasnât so fucking horny. He just laughs against your hot skin and keeps kissing, about to kneel when you tug him back up. âDonât need your mouth on my cunt, need your cock in me,â you grunt, and Satoru barely chokes back the whimper that threatens to escape him.Â
âG-Gotta â Gotta prep you,â he argues as you reach between your bodies and grip his dick in an almost too-perfect grip.Â
âPrepped myself before class, and Iâm plenty soaked,â you reply, pressing his head in. He doesnât bother trying to hide the low groan that tumbles from his lips at the thought of you fingering open the hot cunt he was so close to, then sitting in class with him only a few seats away, ready and waiting for him to fill you. âPlus I enjoy the stretch. Donât pussy out now, Gojo.â
âStop calling me Gojo when Iâm about to be balls deep in you,â Satoru growls, and you just laugh with a defiant glint in your eye.Â
âYou gotta earn me saying your first name, loser boy,â you taunt, and he narrows his eyes before bottoming out in one go, watching in satisfaction as your eyes widen and your pupils blow further all at once⊠then the feeling hits.Â
âGod, youâre fucking tight,â he groans, letting his head fall. âFuckinâ hot too.â
âDonât tell me slippinâ it in is gonna do it for you,â you whisper, and Satoru forces himself to pull out, his eyes squeezing shut at the perfect friction in the glide of his cock slipping out of you, before thrusting back in.Â
He starts a steady pumping of his hips, taking you over the edge of the bed like a beast on its bitch at a breeding bench. He can feel your nails digging into his back and scalp and it makes him make a tight fist in the sheets, soft moans falling from his mouth as he fucks into you desperately.Â
âF-Fuck â Oh god, Satoru, you fucking bastard-!â you moan, holding tight as he ruts into you, and he laughs breathlessly through a moan of his own.Â
âE-Earned it already?â he asks playfully, and you laugh through a moan yourself.Â
âAgain, thought you were a real loser. Now shut up and keep fucking me,â your words come out in a low purr as you toss one arm around his neck, amd he busies himself with doing as told, not bothered by taking a command to fuck your willing body like this.Â
Soft groans of your name and his coupled with cursing and cries for God fill the room as the two of you fuck, your sweat and precum smearing across both of your bodies as you both get closer and closer to orgasm. âCâmon, just like that â gonna cum, gonna cum!â you whisper, and Satoru presses closer and keeps his pace and position the same, listening to the way your voice pitches. Heâs been on the verge of cumming himself for the past fifteen minutes, but heâd be damned if he came before you the first time the two of you fucked â not when you still somehow thought he was a loser.Â
âCum for me, babe, cum for meââ he half-begs lowly, and you huff through a moan.Â
âWhat did I â did I say about calling me babe?â you ask, and he shakes his head.Â
âSorry, sweetheart â God, please, just fucking cum already!â
You laugh a little, a laugh that breaks apart like brittle ice at the end as your pussy starts clenching tightly around his cock and you dig your nails into his skin hard enough to leave marks. âFuck â fuck, fuck â fuckfuckfuck, cumming-!â
Satoruâs eyes roll back in his head at the feeling of you clenching so tightly around him, and the sounds of your cries as you cum around have his own falling from his lips as he fills the condom wrapped around his cock and you slowly relax completely into the bed, unmoving aside from a couple stray twitches and a lazy hand against his chest to get him off of you. He falls bonelessly onto the bed next to you, tugging the condom off and tossing it into the trash can by his bed before returning to letting his legs dangle off of the side of bed with his feet flat against the floor like yours.Â
He waits a moment, enjoying the silence between you both before asking, âWell?â
You make a confused noise and turn to look at him. âWell what?â you ask, amd he chuckles.Â
âAm I a loser?â he asks cheekily, and you laugh brightly.Â
âOh, definitely. Big loser energy from you, Satoru,â you reply.Â
âWhat?!â he exclaims, turning onto his side to look at you head on, and you laugh again and nod as you sit up and stretch with your arms over your head.Â
âYep. But hey â youâre a loser with good dick,â you offer, standing on slightly wobbly legs, and start to get dressed.Â
âWhat a comfort,â he mutters, acting annoyed, and you see through it just as he knew you would.Â
âIt should be,â you reply, zipping up your skirt then putting on the shirt youâd thrown over your forearm. âSee you later, loser. My rideâs outside.â
Satoruâs quiet for a second, unused to girls just leaving, much less having already called cars to wait for them outside while he fucks them, ââŠYeah, laterâŠâ And youâre out the door in less than five minutes with nothing but a wave and a yawn.
After a moment he stands and makes his way into the kitchen, peeping out the window to see you climb into the passenger side of a car driven by someone with short pink hair. He sighs.Â
The sex was good â but today did not go like heâd expected.Â
đđ«đšđŠ: đđđ đđđđđđ. đđđđ â đđ.đđđđ
đđđ đđđđđđ. đđđđ dropped a pin!
meet me at starbucks
iâm getting a coffee
then we can fuck or wtv
đđ«đšđŠ: đ„đšđŹđđ« đđšđČ ! â đđ.đđđđ
why r u getting coffee at 9pm
đđ«đšđŠ đđđ đđđđđđ. đđđđ â đđ.đđđđ
donât ask questions your tiny brain canât understand the answers to
đđ«đšđŠ: đ„đšđŹđđ« đđšđČ ! â đđ.đđđđÂ
i literally only asked why ur getting coffee so late :(
ur so mean :((
đđ«đšđŠ đđđ đđđđđđ. đđđđ â đđ.đđđđ
and yet u still like to fuck me?? lmfao loser
Satoru throws his phone down on the passengerâs side seat, pouting with a huff and drumming his fingers against the top of the steering wheel as he slowly follows the line of traffic towards the Starbucks youâd pin dropped, and he sees you before you see him. Youâre texting someone, a large coffee in hand, and you look⊠happy. Satoru didnât think heâd ever actually seen you smile a real smile before, not in class when youâd ignored him for months before heâd proposed being fuckbuddies and not even during the last couple months that the two of you had been hooking up. Every now and then in between fucking each other heâd catch you gazing down at your phone with a fond look in your eyes, but he didnât really ask about it anymore; you always dodged his questions, and it always led to you being in a foul mood and leaving him. He learned quickly to just⊠not say anything and let you do your own thing so he could empty his balls and you stay happy and with him.Â
Stay with him? God, what was the matter with him? He sounded like a clingy high-schooler, desperate to keep their first relationship. No, he was supposed to sleep with you once, get off, then go laugh about it with Suguru â not⊠whatever he was doing. It had been six months, why was he still here â fuck, who was he kidding? Satoru knew exactly why he was still here: he liked you. A lot.Â
Heâs in too deep, and now he canât back out.Â
You open the passenger side door, disrupting him from his thoughts. âHmm, on time as usual. Desperate, huh?â you ask, sipping at your coffee, and it takes everything in Satoru to scoff at your words and start up the car as you clip on your seatbelt, because the answer was yes. He is desperate. He wants you, wants to hold your hand and take photos with you and brag about how beautiful you are to Suguru and his other friends, and wants for the world to know that you were each otherâs partner. He wants to kiss you, not in the sloppy way that left your lipstick smeared across your face as he fucked into you, but softly and slowly so you can tell with each tiny shift how much he loves you. Yeah, youâre mean to him, you make fun of him all the damn time â but god, does he fucking like it.Â
Itâs a slow, careful motion when he reaches a hand over to first grasp at your thigh before moving over ever so slightly to hold your hand as he drives, and a pang bounces through his chest as you immediately tug your hand away and turn away from him.Â
He doesnât try to touch you again for the rest of the car ride, and before he knows it heâs once again back at his apartment, the motions of making his way to the bedroom with you at his back all a blur. Youâre on him before he can remind himself to breathe as the sight of you bare and vulnerable before him takes his breath away as it always does â but you arenât vulnerable, are you? Youâre closed off, all sharp corners and twisted smiles, but maybe â just maybe â heâs blunting them a bit.Â
âO-Oh God â oh, fuck-!â Satoru whimpers softly, his thick eyelashes fluttering as he fists his hands in the sheets beneath him while you bounce on his cock, tiny gasps falling from your lips as you swallow up all of his thick length. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as drowns in the sensations of your sopping cunt taking him entirely, his fat tip slamming against your cervix with each rough drop down.Â
âFuck yes, Satoru!â You hiss sharply, clenching around him and digging your nails into his shoulders. âYâfill me up so fuckinâ good, âToru-!â
âYes, yes â fuckfuckfuck, câmon!â Satoru whines, bucking his hips up to meet yours as they drop down harshly. âYouâre so fucking hot, sweetheart, so fuckinâ wet!â
Lewd wet noises and the slapping of bare flesh along with the crude banging of his headboard against the walk fill the bedroom, mixing with the sounds falling from your lips, as well as his. Satoru sits up, wrapping and arm around your middle as yours instinctively loop around his shoulders, your lips catching his in a searing kiss that sends a fond warmth from his mouth all the way down to his toes.Â
âGod, yes,â you moan into his mouth, âSo fuckinâ good, Satoru â donât stop, donât stop-!â
âWonât, canât, wonât stop!â Satoru promises through a moan of his own, a deep groan following it triggered by the feeling of your tongue running along his. His fingers dig into your skin hard enough to bruise as you tear your mouth away from his in order to latch onto his neck and bite down, nipping and kissing and sucking as his head falls back in time with the feeling of the soft heat kindling in his belly start growing hotter and hotter. âF-Fuck â damn it, mâgonna cum!â
âCum for me, Satoru,â you whine sharply, and he whimpers a little.Â
âB-But you-?â he starts, his words devolving into a garbled moan as you pick up the pace.Â
âIâm close too â câmon, âToru, cum with me!â You plead softly, and Satoru needs no further prodding. He clings to you tightly as he starts cumming, his own fingernails digging into your skin as his hips buck up messily into your welcoming hips with each new burst of cum. Your voice pitches in the way he knows it does during your own orgasm, and he forces the haze away just enough so that he can look at you and watch you fall apart on his lap.Â
God, youâre beautiful.Â
The two of you bask in the moment for about ten minutes before you finally end it, pulling away and staggering into the bathroom in the hallway to piss. Satoru sighs and tosses the condom in the trash can after tying it off, falling back against his bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. He can hear you come back into the bedroom, can hear you moving around, assumingly so you can no doubt be ready to leave again â which is why heâs surprised at the feeling of the blankets beneath him being thrown back and the mattress dipping beneath your weight.Â
He stares at you in surprise as you begin making yourself comfortable, fluffing your pillow and finding the spot on the side of the bed youâd chosen before you finally catch him staring. âGo to sleep, Gojo,â you mutter, shimmying around beneath the blankets as you try to get comfortable in a technically strange bed.Â
His eyes widen in half-wanting shock. âYouâre staying the night?â Satoru asks hopefully, and you sigh.Â
âIâm tired,â you reply simply. âNow go to sleep.â
Sayoru nods wildly, his heart pounding. You were staying the night â you were staying. With him. âYeah⊠yeah! Okay. Sleep. I can do that!â
You nod tiredly. âGood,â you say, amd you click off the lamp on the nightstand next to you as Satoru does the same. An odd silence fills the room as Satoru follows your previous motions of getting ready to rest before finally getting comfortable under the blankets.Â
He rolls over to rest on his side, staring at the way you lay with your back to him. ââŠGoodnight,â Satoru murmurs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours. It doesnât sting as harshly as before when you move your hand away, considering you do allow him to drap his arm over your waist while pressing his chest to your back. Youâre silent for a moment, but you do eventually respond as his warmth begins to seep into you.
ââŠGoodnight, Satoru,â you say, and he hums drowsily.Â
Youâre both asleep within fifteen minutes. Neither of you comment on how well the two of your bodies slot together outside of sex.Â
Itâs 1am when Satoru wakes up, his vision blurry and the red numbers on his bedside clock more aggressive than he remembered.Â
Blearily he pats the mattress behind himself, wondering why heâd turned away from you in his sleep, and finds nothing but cool sheets, which leads him to rolling over. Heâs startled, almost certain heâll find the bathroom light on in the hallway, but no â itâs darker than heâd like, even at twenty-three, and youâre not here. Snatching up his cellphone, a quick scan of it tells him all he needs to know.Â
You left him.Â
Again.Â
Three days later, Satoru finds himself parked in front of the dining hall on campus, waiting for you to come out, likely followed by one or two of your friends. After waiting about ten minutes, you do just that â only youâre walking closer to an older man in a suit than he for some reason felt comfortable with, and he moves around in his seat a little to get comfortable while watching your interactions with the man with narrowed eyes. He grits his teeth for a moment when the man touches your arm in a too-casual way, then crosses his own when he sees you smile at him. The two of you stop on the sidewalk several paces from his car, then finally split off.Â
âSo⊠Who was that old guy?â he asks as you slip into the passenger seat, and you pause as you put your bag in the backseat. He doesnât want to just foolishly believe that youâre genuinely confused, but he also doesnât want to think ill of you without reason, so he âdecidesâ to withhold judgment for now.Â
âWhat?â you ask, confused, and he sighs in blatant annoyance.Â
âThe old guy. The one you were literally just talking to,â he grouses. âThe one who was getting so touchy.â
ââOld guyâ â wait, the blond?â You ask, almost in a shocked way, and he nods. You snort; Satoru doesnât know whatâs so funny. âThat was professor Kento â my History professor,â you reply, and Satoru can feel his cheeks heat up a little, but he refuses to look at you as you start laughing.Â
âOh my god! You were fucking jealous of Professor Kento?!â you giggle, and while heâs embarrassed he canât deny that he enjoys the sound, even if it was at his own expense. What the hell was wrong with him? âThatâs so fucking wild â like câmon man, we arenât even dating. If I wanted to fuck Professor Kento, it wouldnât even fucking matter.â A lump settles in Satoruâs throat at your words.Â
Yes, it would.Â
âBut⊠you arenât, right?â Satoru asks carefully as he pulls the car out of park, and you sigh.Â
âNo, Satoru. Iâm not going to fuck my History professor.â you say softly, blatantly amused, but itâs too late now â Satoruâs upset, and he canât stop the words from coming out.Â
âBecause I just â I donât want anyone else with you like me, yâknow?â he asks, almost paranoid. He fails to notice the way you stiffen next to him and forges on, his heartbeat quickening as his panic picks up. âItâs just â really like you. Like a lot. And it scares me. But it doesnât scare me enough to not want you to myself, you know? I just want you and want to be with you andââ
âTake me home.â
Satoru pauses. âW-What?â he asks, uncertain of the icy tone youâd taken on when interrupting him.Â
âMy address is in your GPS,â you say quietly, then repeat yourself. âTake me home.â
âBut-â Satoru whispers, but you shake your head almost violently.Â
âNow. Or Iâll walk,â you threaten lowly, and thatâs all it takes for him to listen. The rest of the car ride is spent in silence until he reaches your apartment. Youâre out of the car before he can say your name, and heâs following you before he can even ask himself why.Â
Heâs right behind you as you go into your kitchen, watching in surprise as you pull out a large bottle of wine from the fridge while simultaneously throwing open a cabinet next to the refrigerator in order to pull out a wine glass. You pull the cork out, fill the glass, and empty it in one go before refilling it again. Â
Tentatively, Satoru says, âPlease, I just â I think Iâm in love with you. Canât we talk about this?â and you laugh borderline hysterically.Â
âAnd say what?! What do you expect of me, Gojo?â you ask, your tone harsh enough to make him flinch, but he answers you anyway.Â
âI⊠I want you to be my girlfriend,â he says softly, feeling smaller than he ever had before.Â
You laugh again, this time less hysterically and more in disbelief. âNo,â You say, and Satoru blinks in shock.Â
âWhat? N-No?â He asks, voice shaky.Â
âNo!â you snap icily, turning back to your wine. You empty your glass again as Satoru begins to reflect on the situation at hand; itâs bitterly ironic, the deja vĆ« heâs feeling. This conversation is brutally close to the first time heâd asked you out all those months ago with the sole goal in mind being getting in your pants and ditching you, whether that meant hurting you in the process or not. How poetically cruel ( and simultaneously deserved ) that heâs the one hurt in the end.Â
âCan I ask why?â he finally asks, and you turn around tk face him again, your eyes wild and cold.Â
âI donât owe you an explanation,â you growl, and he lifts his hands in surrender while nodding in agreement.Â
âI know that, I justââ Satoru swallows hard. âDid I do something wrong?â
âDo something wrong? God, Gojo, yes! You asked me to be your fucking girlfriend â I literally said before we ever fucked that you couldnât catch feelings, what is wrong with you?!
âI didnât mean to,â he whispers, his chest filled with a stabbing pain heâd nkt ever expected to experience while in your company.
âWhat does that matter now?! This thing weâve been doing is over,â you mutter, taking a long drink of your wine. Satoruâs eyes widen exponentially, and the panic begins to set in anew.Â
âOver?!â he exclaims, shaking his head a little, and you scoff.
âOf course itâs over!â You snap angrily, pointing at him accusingly. âYou ruined it! Feelings were never supposed to be involved!â
Satoru wilts completely.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says, just as quietly as before, and you sigh audibly as you lean against the counter.Â
âAn apology wonât fix this,â you say bitterly. Satoru wants to argue, wants to assure you that he can be good and do better, that the two of you donât have to stop seeing each other, but heâs instead startled when the door to the entry hall opens without warning, and he spins to glance at the doorway like whoever came in is intruding as you groan and cross your arms after putting down your wine, covering your eyes with one hand at the same time.Â
âCâmon Yuuji, kick your shoes off under the coat rack,â a deep voice rumbles, and a man with pink hair strolls in like he owns the place. Satoru would be extremely alarmed if youâd seemed so yourself, but you made no move to react, apparently used to the man being in your apartment. âIâm gonna grab a beer from the kitchen and see if sheâs home yet.â His eyebrows raise with ill-concealed interest when he finally lays them on Satoru. âAnd who are you?â
âWho are you?â Satoru parrots quietly, a sickening feeling twisting his stomach as his mind thinks up just what scenario could lead to a random man in your apartment â but was he random?
Roommates. Please, please just be roommates, Satoru finds himself begging in his kind, though no one could hear him.Â
âIâm one of the two people on the lease of this apartment, and the boyfriend of the woman behind you,â the man says, narrowing his eyes; a jolt of nausea stabs through Satoruâs stomach. âIâll ask again: who are you?â
âHeâs no one, Sukuna,â you mutter, sounding annoyed. Yet another sharp pain shocks through Satoruâs chest, and he turns back to look at you in disbelief as you walk past him and wrap your arms around Sukunaâs waist, hugging him. Your voice is muffled by his chest when you say, âWelcome home, baby,â and he kisses the crown of your head and you let go, drifting over to the younger looking ( also very confused and clearly a little uncomfortable ) boy who resembles âSukunaâ. âCâmon Yuuji, help me set up the new console Sukuna and I got last Friday.â
The teenager follows without hesitation, the awkwardness on his face from the odd altercation fading as he starts talking to you excitedly about some boy in his Biology II class he thinks is cute, and suddenly Satoru is left alone with Sukuna. The other man is staring at him, and it's making him uncomfortable.Â
âYâslept with her?â he asks finally, and again Satoru is startled. He just slowly nods, and Sukuna shrugs and moves past him to the fridge, fishing out a beer and popping the top off before taking a large swig. âNo big deal. Youâre not the first sheâs run around with.â
Satoruâs startled all over again. âYou⊠donât care?â
âOh, I absolutely care! Iâll have you know Iâm a damn jealous man â but I know Iâve got nothing to worry about,â Sukuna chuckles, looking completely unbothered as he shrugs again. âSheâs my woman after all â has been since junior high.â He laughs, takes another drink, and continues while making his way over to the bottle of wine and the half empty glass sheâd left on the counter. âHell, she even officially adopted my kid brother with me when our grandfather died last year â Pretty sure she and I are set.â
Satoru feels sick, and he wants to go home. He understands now, he realizes that he never had a claim to your heart at all. God, he was an idiot.Â
Sukuna hums slightly in thought, tipping his head to the side ever so slightly. âHer sleeping around every now and then makes the sex better though. Every now and then weâll agree we wanna spice things up, and sheâll pick some poor idiot to fuck. It makes me angry, gets me all jealous and possessive, and since we both love it when I fuck her like I hate her â even if that couldnât be farther from the truth â itâs a double win.â
âSo you just â you cheat on each other just to boost your sex?â Satory asks, completely in disbelief. Sukuna just scoffs and shakes his head, knocking back the rest of his beer before chasing it with the remnants of what you had left in your wine glass before crossing his arms.
âNah, sheâs it for me â never been interested in anyone else. Besides, I know sheâll always come back to me. Sheâs proven that today, hasnât she?â
That stung â but he wasnât wrong. You had proven yourself to your boyfriend again, and Satoru looked like nothing but a fool.Â
âGo home, Gojo,â Sukuna finally says, finally sounding annoyed. It seems his patience with Satoru being in his home has run as thin as possible. âSheâs never going to love you, so leave. Thereâs nothing for you here.â
Absently Satoru wonders how Sukuna could possibly know his name when heâd never given it, until he registers that Sukuna must have known the entire time who he was because youâd told him about him, and didnât that just make it worse? Heâd been an idiot, had been so damn sure that youâd love him back.Â
Fuck. Just like before, Gojo Satoru was not nervous.Â
He was heartbroken instead.Â
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Hiii :33 i literally read all ur works in one sitting omg ur amazing pookieee AND IT GOT ME THINKING-
What if reader and the JJK men had their bodies switched due to a curse??? Like- For example- Nanami Kentos body but readers mind/conscious and stuff like ykwim??? (same with readers body) Also i love how u write sukuna its so BEIFNSKFHKDD ARFđčđč if u could add some smut and crack in it too plsđ„č tyty
(W/ nanamin toji sukuna n geto pls) âșïžâșïžđđ
JJK Men: Body Swap!!
Summary: Body swapping with your boyfriend? What could go wrong? đ
Pairing: Fushiguro Toji, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (Sorcerer AU), Geto Suguru, AFAB!Reader
Warnings: smut, a little crack, body swapping, creampies, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 7,174
A/N: Hi Pookie!! hajsjjdjdthank-you so so much! I lo ove too! Modern Sukuna is one of my favorite boys to write for! I love him so much. (even though I know its OOC). Anyways thanks for being so patient with me. this last month has been insanely busy and I'm just now finding my creativity again!
Fushiguro Toji:
It was supposed to be a simple mission to take out a sorcerer. What you both didnât know was that this sorcerer had a lot of curses to spirits protecting them. So when you both took him out, one of the spirits attacked you. And you weren't sure what happened. One second, you were standing back to back with your boyfriend. The next second, you were lying flat on your back, staring up at the sky.
While your head was spinning and you felt sick to your stomach, that meant you were alive and well, which was a success in your books. Sitting up, you grumbled out a groan as you blinked several spots away.
âSon of a fuckinâ bitch.â You said, but it wasn't you that said it? When your vision finally cleared, your eyes widened as you stared down at yourself. âIâm telling Shiu we need double the pay for that shit.â A string of vulgar words escaped your lips as you watched your body sit up.
âT-Toji?â You asked, finding your voice several octaves lower.
âYeah, you good?â your head turned towards you, and thatâs when your boyfriend finally seemed to notice something was wrong. Toji, Iâve been told you you were never good at hiding your facial reactions, and seeing a pure panic that crossed your features let you know he was right. âOh, what the fuck?!â
âI-Itâs me! I-I justâuhmâwhat the fuck happened?!â
After thoroughly researching the files you both refused to read, you discovered that this was one of the side effects of one of the curses you had taken out. It allowed the souls of its victims to switch with each other. The technique was only meant to last a few hours to a few days, which was a blessing, but your boyfriend didnât seem to see it that way.
Although you both insisted that you could handle a few more jobs, Shiu couldnât stand the way you were smiling sweetly at him with Tojiâs face, and your face was glaring daggers at him from the rearview mirror. So he did the only logical thing he could think of. You were taking your asses back home until this side effect wore off.
Which was something you found yourself longing for. Because you werenât sure how much longer you could handle being in the small confining space of the apartment with your boyfriend who is currently stuck in your body. You were trying to preoccupy your time, attempting to fix dinner with Tojiâs sausage fingers, when you could hear your voice and make the most pitiful sounds in the living room.
âMy fucking back hurts!â Toji yelled out, stretching his back out.
âYeah?â you asked, âI told you I wasnât fucking joking with you. Having breasts can weigh you down sometimes. Why the fuck do you think I ask for a back massage all the time?â
âBecause you want my dick.â
âHardy har asshole, now you know when I ask for a massage and being serious seventy-five percent of the time.â
You tried to focus on cutting onions but found it extremely difficult with the wines emanating from the living room. âOww, babe, come give me a back massage. Your beautiful tits that I love are causing me immense pain.â Ignore him, you told yourself as you went back to cutting onions. If you just ignored his whining, everything would be okay. âBabe!â Your voice at you from across the apartment. âBaby!â Your fingers tightened around the handle of the knife you were holding, fighting the urge to use your newfound strength not to throw it at yourself. For just a moment, the tiniest millisecond, you thought maybe he had given up on calling you forward, allowing you to go back to cooking until you heard yourself cry out a wine that would make any toddler turn their head towards you.
âOh my god!â You snapped, tossing the knife into the sink. âWhat?! What do you want me to do for you, Your Highness?!â
âRub my back,â Toji grumbled as he shoved your face into the couch. âIt hurts, and I know how good I am with my hands.â
With a sigh, you plopped down on the ground behind your body, using your boyfriend's hands to rub circles at the knots always in your back gently. Almost instantly, Toji let out a moan that was porn worthy. You could see him sink further into the couch; your fingers dug into the cushions as you continued to use Tojiâs thumbs to rub circles into the sore muscles. Toji continued to whimper, squirming under your touch, pressing your thighs together as you worked your hands lower and lower.
And while it seemed like he was finding some relief in your touch, you found his pants a little too tight for comfort sounds that were resonating from your mouth.
âFuuuck, that feels so good.â
âYeah?â
âYeah, babe, Fuuck.â
The sound of your moans seems to affect your boyfriendâs body. Allowing you to move on impulse, allowing his body to take the lead. âI bet I can make you feel better.â You whisper against the nape of your neck, relishing how your boyfriend recoiled back.
âOh yeah~? And how do you plan on making me feel even better?â
Your way was fast and hard, much like the way Toji always gave it to you. You wasted no time, ripping your clothes off of your own body, slamming your lips against the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as his hands reached around, groping your breasts, just the way you liked it. Despite being in different bodies, neither of you were at all clumsy. As soon as you started ripping your clothes off, he told you he was tugging his shirt off his own body, turning to face, allowing you to pin him below you.
The kisses you shared were messy teeth clashing against each other as you both worked at your bottoms. Toji pulled your shorts and your underwear to the side. While you yanked his cock out of his sweats. Even though you were in different bodies, sex wasnât any different. Toji just needed to feel you against him despite being inside your body, and the same for you.
You spit into your hand, rubbing it over your boyfriend's cock before you press it against your entrance. Never once did you break that kiss, the kiss that was full of raw need as if you both were high on an aphrodisiac when, in reality, you were high off of each other. Toji moaned against your lips as you pushed yourself inside of the tight, wet heat. Your breathing hitched at the strange new sensations washing over both of you.
âOh my fuck,â you grumbled, pressing your lips against Tojiâs. âI-Itâs so tight and wet, oh, fuck.â
Toji wanted to laugh to make some crude comment about making sure you didnât come too fast, but that was hard when he was being split open by his cock. âI-I feel s-so full.â He whispered nearly breathlessly against your lips.
âDoes it hurt? Do you need a second?â
âNo, Iâm okay. Keep going, it feels good.â
Not needing to be told twice, you found yourself pulling out slowly before pushing back inside of your tight, wet walls. You both cried out, your head falling forward while Toji arched his back off the ground. You arenât sure how long you could last like this. Hell, you werenât even sure how Toji lasted as long as he did when he was inside of you. The man who was like a crazed sex god going for hours upon hours. While your boyfriend was wondering how the fuck you were able to take his cock like this every other night.
The pace you both set was messy and entirely out of rhythm. But despite not having any rhythm you were used to, it didnât mean it didnât feel good. Being able to lose control and lose yourself in the passion and sensations of just feeling good was hot. It was so hot that it had you both biting and sucking and clawing at each other. Your fingers dug into your hips while his nails scratched down your back as you both lost yourselves in the sensation of being with each other in a way you had never experienced before.
Being with each other in such a raw, more personal way allows you both, in a sense, to know how it feels for the other to know what to do, how to kiss, how to touch, and how to move against each other. This might come in handy for future sexual sessions for you. You knew that when you dug his nails into your upper back, your body trembled with pleasure. And Toji realized that when you angle your hips, a sure way to brush over your g-spot and cervix made your walls clench down so hard. He was afraid he was going to squirt all over you. Neither of you had ever expected it to happen, but both of you were excited that it had. Even if it meant neither of you was going to last very long.
âOph fuck!â Toji cried out in your voice, his back arching. âB-Baby, I feel weird, like I need to pee!â Your boyfriend stared up at his face, which smirked sinisterly down at him.
âYeah~? You gonna cum on my cock?â You asked, your voice deep and ragged. âBe good and cum for me.â You growled against his neck, smirking as you released your grip on his hip, rubbing circles over the swollen, sensitive clit.
âAh! Fuck! Oooh fuck yes, gonna cum!â
âCum for me, Toji~ come on!â
Toji screamed as he came so hard he squirted all over you, his legs shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. As he screamed and squirmed underneath you, you lost yourself in the way your walls tightened around your boyfriendâs cock. Hugging him, milking him, trying to get him to come inside. Which, fortunately, was far too easy to do. You collapsed forward, fingers digging into your hips so hard you were pretty sure you were going to leave bruises much, much darker than your boyfriend ever left on you. It was just too much, tightening the screaming, the pleasure. There was no way you couldâve stopped yourself.
âC-Cumming! Ooh fuck!â
âYeah~! Give it to me!â
You thrust fast and hard, pumping your pussy full of your boyfriend's cum. Not stopping until the head of his cock was oversensitive, and you werenât sure if you could hold yourself up any longer. You grumbled, somehow collapsing onto your side as your boyfriend giggled, curling up against you.
âFuck, I understand why you donât like pulling out now.â
Toji, your nails down his chest. âYeah, it feels really good, doesnât it?â You hummed, wrapping your boyfriend's arms around your more petite frame, not entirely used to the size difference. âGod, I gotta give it to yaâ you take my dick like a fucking champ. Donât know how you do it.â
You smirked, pressing a quick kiss against his forehead. âIâm lucky enough to have a boyfriend to make sure Iâm more than ready for his monster of a cock.â He snickered, pulling back to look at me. âAnd I know I already failed at foreplay, but I couldnât help myself when youâre making such pretty sounds. I needed to hear more.â
âYeah, remember that the next time you bitch that I donât prep you enough after giving you a massage.â
âToji, I fully understand what you mean, and itâs a sacrifice Iâm willing to make.â
âGood, nowâ are you ready for round two?â
âRound two? Already?â
Toji swang your body over his hips, rocking gently over your oversensitive cock. âOh yeah, I thought you were fucking with me, but your sex drive is insatiable; hurry up, Iâm ready to go.â Maybe this whole body swap thing did have its downsides.
Nanami Kento:
It took five seconds for Nanami to turn away from the curse you were fighting. The curse shot out a green goop that coated you and Nanami in that span. It took five more seconds for your husband to act, blinking away the goop before jumping back into action. It was only when he went to swing his blunt blade that he realized something was wrong. Instead of swinging his typical weapon, he tossed a talisman paper instead.
In that momentary confusion, you and Kento took out the curse before looking at each other. Imagine his surprise when he didnât find your pretty face looking up at him but his own, looking down at him. The initial shock turned into panic as he watched a look of pure terror and confusion cross his face.
âMy love, itâs all right.â The calm manner of speaking sounded so strange coming out of your mouth. âWe have to remain calm.â
âOh my God, oh my God!â Nanami sighed, running a hand down your face. âWhat are we gonna do? This is terrible.â
Your husband wasnât sure if you consider this terrible. Both of you were safe, so thatâs all that truly mattered. However, he also found himself strangely intrigued by the predicament. He found yourself then. Seeing the expressions on his face, the cute little corpse you had, like picking at your nails, nipping up your bottom, lip, or weighing, looked strange to him, but it also left him longing to see what other reactions he could drop out from you.
Unaware of your husbandâs intentions, you try to remain calm. You continued gently rubbing your hands together as Shoko and Nanami looked over your body he was in.
âAny pain or discomfort?â You watched in horny silence as Nanami moved your shoulder again.
âA little pain in my, well, my wifeâs shoulder.â
âLetâs get that taken care of.â
You slipped your top over your head alone, you to see your body. The blue lace bra you wore was on display as Shoko's eyes flowed through her hands over your shoulder. Staring at your skin shouldnât have any effect on you. It was your body. You had seen yourself naked one million times, but Nanamiâs body reacted differently. Its bare skin and breasts had his pants feeling much too tight.
âHowâs that?â Shoko asked as she stepped away, watching Nanami rotate your shoulder with a sigh of approval.
âMuch better, thank you, Shoko.â
âAnd you?â
When Shoko turned her attention to you, your hands immediately went to cover your crotch. An action that seem to go unnoticed by your best friend but was clearly noticed by your husband. Nanami hummed cocking an eyebrow in your direction, his eyes focusing on his crotch, seeing how the fabric of his cream-colored suit pants with straining.
You cleared your throat, looking away, âI-Iâm fine! Totally fine, just eager to get home and wait this out!â You wanted to get away from her and her praying eyes because how embarrassing would that be for you to be popping a boner in your boyfriendâs body at the sight of your tits?
âAlright, sounds good to me. If you need me, Iâm just a call away; go home and rest.â
You have never been more happy to hear the words go home and get some rest in your entire life. You held your boyfriendâs hands in front of his crotch before taking his suit jacket to keep it over the prominent tent in his pants. This was perfect. You would be able to get home without anyone noticing. There, you could take a cold shower and sleep this off.
But your boyfriend had another plan.
Before you both could make it down the hall, Nanami grabbed your wrist, tugging you into one of the spare classrooms. âKento?â You asked, the unsure tone of your husbandâs voice sounded foreign. âWhat are youânngh!â Your body jolted forward as he slipped his hand down, rubbing at the throbbing erection straining in his pants.
âShh, letâs make this quick. I canât have you walking around with an erection like some teenage boy.â
âW-Wait h-here?! If we get caught, that would be worse! At least I can hide a boner with your jacket!?â
At that moment, your husband was undoing the zipper of his pants, allowing you to see the hunger in your own eyes. It was a look that spoke volumes, and you suddenly realized why your husband had told you several times in the past to control your facial reactions. It was a look you only gave him when you were unbearably horny.
âOh my god, thatâs it. Thatâs the look you always talk about.â
âMhm,â
âYouâre horny?!â
Instead of answering your question with words, he took your hand and slowly slipped it under the waistband of your pants. There, you could feel the wet slick that you were familiar with. Not skipping a beat, your muscle memory kicked in as your fingers began to trace circles over your clit, knowing just how you like to be touched.
âI saw how hard you were and couldnât help myself. Your body is screaming you need me. Iâm so wet, and Iâm throbbing; I need you.â
Hearing those words leave your mouth made you realize how your husband felt when he was in your position. When you talk like that in public, it is hard to control yourself at that moment. You had no clue how Nanami managed to do it because you lost your composure the second he opened his mouth.
You slammed your lips against his as you lifted him, pinning him against the wall, his hands worked at the button of his trousers while you slid your panties to the side. Luckily, both of you were so aroused that there was no need for foreplay. Lips moved against each other as you pressed the head of your husbandâs cock against your entrance, pushing inside without a second thought. You couldnât care less if the door wasnât locked, and you seriously doubted anyone would enter from the moans resonating from both of you.
All that mattered was fucking each other's brains out. Whether it was a factor from the curse or your undying love for each other, you allow yourselves to lose sight of your control. You needed him just as bad as he needed you. And you gave it to him. Itâs hard and fast as he gave it to you after he had been pent up from work all day.
Nanami screamed, head rocking back against the wall as you thrust forward, slamming the head of his cock against your cervix over and over, making sure to go as deep as you possibly could. You wanted him to know how good he always left you feeling after a rough session. Your fingers dug into the fat of your hips as you nipped and sucked at your neck, drawing out more moans from him.
You were giving it, your all fucking your husband as hard as he did; Nanami was gripping onto his biceps, staring into your eyes as he took it all in. Every thrust that led to immense pleasure, every kiss, he took in everything you were doing to him. Because the second he was back in his own body, he would make sure he made you feel as good as you made him feel.
And that was a promise he intended to keep.
âOh, my fuckââ You cried out softly, feeling your orgasm already approaching you. âYou feel too goodââ
âYeah, I know thatâs how you make me feel every time. But itâsânngh! Itâsâhaaah!â
âHard to not cum?â You answered for him, feeling your walls tightening around your husbandâs cock. âFuckâoooh fuck.â
âC-Cummiâoh m-my god!â
There was no warning, no further words expressed. All that you managed to do was lose yourselves in your orgasms. Nanami cried out tears, picking your eyes as your walls constricted and convulsed around his cock, drawing out your orgasm. You roared a moan loudly into Nanamiâs ear as you came inside, fucking his come further inside of you, doing exactly what he did to you every night.
The classroom felt stuffy and hot and reeked of sex. But neither of you cared as you slowly slid to the ground, holding Nanami flush against your chest. You kissed each other deeply, only breaking apart to take a deep breath as all the air escaped your lungs.
âI didnât think it was possibleââ Nanami whispered in your voice, âbut I fell deeper in love with you right now.â
âKenâI love you so much.â
You never made it home that night. Instead, you went to one of the spare dorms and ravished each other all night. Both of you took notes on how exactly your body reacted to certain touches and kisses because the second you were back in your own bodies, you planned on using this newfound information to spice up your marriage even more.
Ryomen Sukuna (JJK Sorcerer AU):
âI hate this!â Sukuna barked out, pacing the floor back and forth. âUgh!â
âCalm down.â You said from the couch, rubbing your hands down your face. âYouâre acting like itâs the end of the world.â
When Sukuna turned to give you the dirtiest look in the world, you werenât met with his tattooed face, but your own instead. âHave you stopped to look at what happened? I am in your body.â That was true. Your boyfriend was in your body, and you were currently inhabiting his body.
âSo itâs not like youâve never been inside me.â You waggled your eyebrows at him, only to win it go to hell look in return. âOkay, shit, sorry for joking, but you heard Shoko. The effects of this curse will only last a few hours.â
âA few hours too many.â
You werenât sure if it was the testosterone right now feeling in your blood or the very common annoyance you had with your arrogant boyfriend at times. But for some ungodly reason, watching him, he back-and-forth with a scale on your face was irritating, ever-loving fuck out of you. He was acting like a brat over something neither of you could control.
It wasnât even just the whole situation itself. Shit like this happened when you were a sorcerer. You got hit with different curses, injured, and usually were expected to live not that long of a life. You knew there was always a chance you wouldnât come home from a mission. You both were hit by a curse, and you manage walked away with minor injuries and a mild side effect. That was something he should be happy about. But for some damn reason, this whole situation only made him angrier than usual.
âThis is bullshit; if only my reverse technique worked shit like this.â
âKuna! Seriously, what is your problem?â
He growled at you, which would usually put you back in your place when youâre back talking to him, but it seems that growl wasnât as effective when it came from your body. Meaning you were pretty much unaffected by his tactic of intimidating you.
âI feel weak, okay?!â
âWeak?â You asked with a scoff. âYouâre seriously calling me weak?â
âN-No! Fuck I mean, I donât feel as strong as I normally do.â The more he tried to defend himself, the deeper the hole he dug. âI donât have the power or technique I have mastered through the years. Instead, I am unfamiliar with your technique, and all I have to defend myself with are these stupid papers.â He scoffed, digging into one of the pouches attached to your belt and pulling out one of your talisman papers. âI mean, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this fold origami?â
âYou could shove it up your ass when you get back in your own body, and I hope you get a papercut when doing so.â
âNo, Iâyou know how I see you.â He sighed, plopping down on the couch next to you. âYouâre strong, and youâve mastered your technique. But I donât know how to do anything you do. I feel useless, and Iâm not saying that you canât hold your own in a fight you kick ass. I feel weak because Iâm unaware of how to use your technique.â
There was a paying of understanding deep inside your chest. You knew what he meant because you felt the same way. There was an immense amount of power coursing through your veins, which could easily be used for evil instead of good. Having such a plethora of cursed energy made you feel as though you were a ticking time bomb, like if you were to sneeze, you would blow up a building.
So, instead of lecturing or giving him even more of a hard time, you draped a tattooed arm over your shoulder, pulling your boyfriend close to your side. âI get it, I guess.â You whispered, tilting your head back and staring up at the ceiling. âBeing in your body makes me feel as though Iâm destined to destroy things.â Sukuna snickered, turning to look up at you. âBut just because I donât have the same amount of cursed energy doesnât mean Iâm weak. Iâm still strong in my ways.â
âYeah? In what ways?â
âWhen Iâm riding your cock. I feel all-powerful like nothing can stop me. Especially when youâre groaning, grabbing my hips, encouraging me to move faster.â
At that moment, you regretted the words that came from your mouth. Because all you heard was your boyfriend's understanding hum. A hum that led to his hands working at your pants.
âW-whoa, easy there, Kuna. What are you doing?â
âTaking control, to see just how powerful Iâll feel.â
There was no room for protest; once your boyfriend set his mind to something, he made sure to get it done. Even if that means stripping down, straddling your hips, and lowering himself awkwardly on his cock. Watching his wish contort with pleasure left you feeling as though you might be able to take the reins on this. It wasnât as though your boyfriend would be able to take control, to ride cock like a pro.
But you seem to forget that this was your boyfriend, one of the strongest sorcerers of the modern age, just as strong as Gojo, if not more robust. The man was smart, and despite the facial tattoos and the muscles, he knew how to get shit done.
âOh fuck!â You cried out as he slammed himself down onto his cock with a satisfied growl. âK-Kuna baby! P-Please slow down!â
His hand clamped firmly over your mouth, silencing your protests. âShut up, Iâm in control.â your voice sounded so dark and sultry, god it was so hot! âJust be good and sit still for me; let me use you.â you couldnât argue with that, and with the way he slowly lifted himself off his cock, before slamming your body back down onto it, leaving you feeling pussy drunk.
âFuck!â
You cried out, shaking as Sukuna rode you like there was no fucking tomorrow. âOh fuck, fuuuuck!â
âYeah~ I suddenly see why you like to be on top of a lot.â he dug your manicured nails into his shoulders, dragging them down over his chest. âFrom this position, I can do whatever I want to.â You couldnât even ask what he planned on doing to you before his hips were rolling in circles and you were seeing stars. âAre You paying attention? This is how I want you to ride my cock from now on.â
âK-KunaâKuna!â
âI feel so powerful; seeing that pitiful look on my face should piss me off. But instead, itâs making me wanna draw out more.â
It was a combination of everything that was going on that sent you coming first. It was the way Sukuna was purring in your ear, so how he rolled your hips around his shaft, to the stinging burn left of your nails over his skin. It happens so fast, and your boyfriend's cock twitched inside of your walls as you came first. And it was unusual. Usually, you were the first to finish, but it never happened like this before. Your boyfriend being the first to fill you up rather than you soaking him with your release.
Sukuna wasnât even upset about it. He swelled with a certain sense of pride at getting you off first and with a body he was unfamiliar with. That left him feeling so satisfied he could feel his ego swelling. Before he could brag over the fact that he was better than you, his head began to pound as his vision blurred. His grip on his own shoulders tightened. Sukuna thought he might black out for a moment before he was blinking the black spots out of his vision. When it cleared, he was no longer towering above you but underneath you.
Much to his relief, he looked up at your beautiful face instead of down at his own.
You barely had a second to process what was going on and how it happened before Sukunaâs strong hands and your hips were holding them tightly. Open your mouth to speak, but before any words had the chance to leave your mouth, your boyfriend was pulling you up the link of his cock before slamming you back down on him. You nearly came again just from that action in itself.
âN-Nngh! K-Kuna w-waâahh!â
He holds you up and back back down on his cock again and again and again. âI thought I told you to pay attention while riding you.â His hips thrust up into your dripping wet pussy. âI want you to do exactly what I did. Donât keep me waiting; show me how strong you are, Kitten.â
Geto Suguru:
âSo let me get this straight?â Satoru questioned while sitting across from you and your boyfriend. âYou both took out the special-grade curse?â
âYep.â
âSuguru turned it into a ball and gulped it down as he does.â
âUh-huh.â
âThen everything went black, and you both woke up like this?â
He motioned towards the bodies of his two friends, lifting his blindfold to watch as you knotted your head, which was your boyfriendâs head. Satoru got the story right; it was a simple mission, simple enough for both of you to handle. You could take out the curse with no issues, but when Suguru absorbed it, everything took a turn. Everything went dark, and the next second, you were sitting up in your boyfriendâs body with the most unpleasant taste in your mouth after swallowing the curse.
It was a shock initially, but weird things happened whenever your boyfriend absorbed a curse. That just came with the territory of a curse manipulator. Cursed spirits sometimes had different effects on his body and sometimes the body of those near him. Fortunately, you had been near him on this mission. Geto would have hated to be in Gojoâs body, so this was a win-win scenario.
âYep, for the time being, weâre stuck like this.â
Gojo sat back in his chair, wincing at the situation, you both found yourselves in. âShit, sorry about that, guys.â Suguru shook his head, stretching your arms above you.
âEh, it could have been a lot worse.â
â thatâs true, but are you guys gonnaâyaâ know?â Satoru jester to the two of you with his hands. âUse the opportunity to your advantage?â
Suguru and you looked at the white-haired man, blinking in confusion. âAdvantage? Satoru, what are you even talking about?â you asked, running your fingers through your boyfriend's black hair.
âYou know, Iâll get down and dirty?â
âWhat?!â
âSatoru~â Your voice purred out as Suegro shook her head. âIs sex the only thing on your mind?â
âHey, itâs a genuine question. Iâm just curious.â
Your boyfriend, who was irritated from the throbbing vein in your forehead. Having sex like this in his body hadnât crossed your mind. When it initially happened, neither of you had been more concerned with making sure both you and Suguru were okay than about what happened. Besides that, sex wasnât the only thing on your mind! The thought of doing it like this even occurred to you, and it wouldnât have even crossed your mind, but thanks to manifest. It was out in the open, sticking out like a sore thumb.
You shifted, trying to listen to your boyfriend bickering back and forth with his best friend. Suddenly, you were aware of the throbbing inside your boyfriend, thankfully baggy pants. And you had the sudden urge to go home because the only thing you bring could focus on was how your boyfriendâs dick was swelling. The last thing you wanted to do was pop a Boner in front of your mutual friend after he had just suggested hooking up with each other while in the opposite body.
If he found out how you felt, you wouldn't hear the end of his arrogant comments and encouragement.
Yeah, it was best to keep him out of your bedroom life. Especially when you werenât sure if you wanted to take it that far. There was a burning desire deep in your stomach, one that had you itching to touch your body, to kiss your boyfriend, to succumb to the lust that was burning like a fire deep down inside of you. Was this how Suguru felt around you all the time? Or was it just part of the curse?
âHey,â you looked up from the bed, watching as Suguru brushed your damp hair. âI think I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight.â
Suguru stopped turning his focus on you. âWhy would you do that?â What could you even say? You were hard as a rock and wouldn't be able to control yourself? That you wanted him, but you didn't want to gross him out or make things even weirder?
âWellâI uhmâIâhave a bit of a situation.â
âI know. Youâre hard; you've been hard since we left campus.â
Your hands almost instinctively died towards the crotch, trying to cover the erection that was still throbbing angrily within the confines of the boxers. âH-How did you know?â Your boyfriend let out a giggle that sounded so strange coming out of your mouth.
âMy pants may be baggy, but they arenât that baggy.â
You felt yourself turn fifty shades of red as you groaned, covering your face in your hands. âOh my god, you could tell?! Why didn't you say anything?â Another sweet laugh came across the room as you resisted the urge to summon Rainbow Dragon to eat you.
âI didn't want to embarrass you.â
âYeah, well, I think I'm more embarrassed now. Can I manipulate your curses to eat me? To put me out of this misery?â
âOh, stop, you're fine. I was only able to notice because I know my body.â
âThat doesn't make me feel any better.â
âWell, it should be because you looked so fucking hot. Seeing you fight against those primal urges has your body reacting just as strongly.â
You perked up, watching as Suguru swayed your hips as he slowly approached you. âIs that so?â Suguru nodded, pulling your sleep shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor.
âEven though we're in different bodies, my soul is crying to be near yours.â He slipped your shorts down next, kicking them off to the side.
You slowly ran a hand down your boyfriend's stomach, grabbing his hard cock through his pants. "Fuck guess I got caught. But can you blame me? This is weird." Your hands slowly stoked his hard cock. "But also strangely arousing at the same time."
Seeing your hand stroking his cock had Getoâs eyes widening as he looked over his body before he was overtaken with the sudden urge to shove you down on the bed, immediately straddling his hips. "Don't mind if I do~"
You moaned, blushing up at Geto as he hummed softly. "O-Oh, holy fuck." You said, grabbing his hips. "Fuck is this what I look like to you?" you were in awe of your body. The curves, softness of your skin, and fuck, the fact your pussy was nearly touching his cock. Making it even harder, which seemed impossible.
âMhm~â Suguru nodded; he rolled your bare hips as he ran his fingers over your hair. "It's really hot, isn't it?"
"Fuck yes, fuck look at my boobs." You said, reaching up and squeezing them. "The way they bounce, itâs so hypnotic."
Your boyfriend giggled, rocking your hips harder before reaching behind him, pulling his own cock from his pants with a moan. "Holy shit.â
"I know it's really hard," You whispered. "I-I holy fucking shit." His cock was so hard Suguru knew it had to be painful.
"I knew I was big, but Fuuck, this put it in a different perspective. Fuck, I'm going to put it inside of your pussy, Princess.â He hummed as he rolled your hips up and down your cock like you had done countless times before.
"Oh, you are?" You asked, licking your lips. "Nah, I don't think so; itâs time I give you a taste of your own medicine.â You growled out while flipping him over onto his side. "I'm going to put it in your pussy." You ground your hips against drenched folds with a snarl.
Suguru gasped, moaning as he felt the head of his cock rubbed against your pussy. Being the one to do it felt much different than being on the receiving end. But it still felt good regardless. He suddenly knew why you begged so pretty; he longed for more than teasing touches. He was about to start praying for more when his whole body seized up as you pressed the head against the tight ring of muscles of the entrance, fighting the need to shove it all in.
âBaby, pleaseâ!â
âOooh, who's a needy slut?â
"Fuck, I am! I want you to fucking destroy me, please.â Suguru moaned, his head slowly rolling back against the pillows.
You smirked, running your tongue over your bottom lip. "Oooh, begging for me already, thatâs so cute.â You slammed inside Suguruâs tight pussy. "Fuckâyou're so tight~!!"
Suguru gasped before screaming out a moan while you thrust in and out. "F-Fuck yeah!! Just like that, oh god!!~ Princess!!â Hearing such pretty sounds only filled your desire, making you eager to move, to make him feel as good as he did for you.
"Fuck yeah~ what are you always saying? âYou like me fucking your cunt slut?ââ
âYeah, I see why, fuck you feel so fucking good!!" Suguru cried out, his eyes rolling back. "Fuck! Princess!! Fuck, I'm your slut, god I want your cum so bad!!"
"Cum for me then~!" You commanded, reaching around and rubbing your clit in fast circles just as you knew your body liked it. "Cum all over my cock." Your thrusts were becoming erratic as you felt your balls tighten.
Suguru cried out, his head thrown back as he clenched hard on your cock. "Yesyes-Yes! Fuck, Princess!! Fuckfuckfuck-!!"
You followed immediately behind Suguru; your hips stuttered as you came hard, cum filling your pussy with thick white cum. "O-Oh fuck~!"
"H-Holy shit!!â
"Fuck, oh fuck." You panted roughly, looking down at Suguru, who was still trapped in your body. "That felt s-ao good."
"Holy hell, the cum feels so fucking goodâ"
âYeah~ it makes you feel all nice and warm afterward.â
Your boyfriend moaned softly. "You know what feels even better? Fucking you with my cum~ I promise it feels fucking amazing give it a try."
You perked up at that, turning red, but you couldn't just take his word for it. You needed to feel it for yourself. So you slowly started thrusting back inside, moaning loudly.
"Oh god, you're fucking right, feels good.â
âI N-Nngh told you!â
You kissed Suguru eagerly, thrusting faster. Your boyfriend smiled softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands, kissing you deeply as he moaned into your mouth. You kissed back just as eagerly, stroking Suguruâs cheek. Your nails dug into his hips as you moved faster than you could think.
"F-Fuck, can't stopâ! God, you feel too fucking good!"
Suguru moaned softly, smiling up at you. "F-Fuck~ I love you too, Princess, so cum in me again!â
You groaned, sucking his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. "I will." You growled, nipping her earlobe. "I'm gonna keep cumming inside your pussy." your hip bucked, slamming against her cervix as spurts of hot cum filled Suguru, the sensation enough to throw him over the edge with you.
âY-Yeah! Oooh fuck!â He cried out a moan, clawing at your back as he felt himself cum around your cock when you slammed deep into him. "C-Cumming!! Cumming Princess!!"
You gritted your teeth as you came inside your boyfriend again. Thatâs how you both were. You were just in sync with each other. Despite the fact, you were in each otherâs bodies. You knew how to make the other field good; you wanted to keep going because you werenât sure how long this side effect would last. But your lack of experience having a dick and poor stamina said otherwise.
"Mâ sorry baby, I-I do-don't think I can go anymore. I canât take it.â You feebly cried out before collapsing on top of your own body, winning a satisfied sigh from Suguru, who was underneath you.
âHonestly, Iâm okay with that,â he said as he gulped air. âFuck youâre probably gonna be sore in the morning. And I donât wanna hear you complaining about it because this was your own doing.â
Your mind felt fuzzy as you just nodded your head nuzzling your boyfriendâs face into the crook of your neck because you took in the afterglow and the rash of being near him in such an intimate way. Suguru hummed happily, running his fingers through your hair. He was honestly surprised you were able to go two rounds.
âSleepy?â he asked softly, only receiving a hum in return. âOohâmy sweet girl. Lay down for a minute, and let's cuddle before we take a shower.â
âOkay.â you finally could form coherent words as you lay down on your side, cupping your boyfriend's cheek. âCan Iââ
âYes, you can be the little spoon.â You werenât sure how long the curse's effect would last, but as long as you were with each other, it didnât matter. All that you cared about was coming home safely with Suguru and sleeping soundly in his arms, which made your dangerous job worth it.
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Hiii my pookie wookie lovey dovie
can you please do a fic about....
- Remus and reader have been dating for maybe seven or so months,đ
- and reader hasn't really wanted to have sex and remus totally respected thatđ€đ»đ€đ»
- I until she's like "I wanna have sex"â€ïžâđ„
- they do it, it's the best thing in the world, soft but hard blah blah blahđ„č
- but then when they finish she goes to put on her clothes đ
- and remus is like "hold up what's happening why is she getting up??"đ¶
- hes like where you going đ
- she's like "what do you mean?"đ
- she then explains that with her ex there wasn't really such thing as "aftercare"đ
- and it wasn't really like she was in a bad relationship it was just..... Mid?đ©
- the ex, he was fine but he never asked her what she wanted when it came to sex and didn't really ask her and she never actually has had an orgasm activated by the dicksđč (until him obvi)
-blah blah blah mega fluffđ
Thanks my snookums sweetie-pie baby <3
cw: mature themes, mdni please
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ⥠661 words
Remusâ breaths are synced with yours, slowing as you both come back down and he rolls off you onto the bed. Your pleasure is spilled like warm honey across the sheets. The sounds you made echo in his head, at first restrained but increasingly candid, Remusâ own body responding in kind.Â
He hadnât minded your temperance, but the months of being pent-up in his want for intimacy with you made Remus near mad and now heâs grateful that youâre here next to him, thoroughly spent and, by all evidence, thoroughly pleased as well.Â
He reaches over to run his hand over your thigh and finds nothing but air.Â
The bed creaks a second later. Remus turns onto his side as you stand and pull your shirt back over your head. You pull your hair out of the neckline, every movement you make lovely and perfect.Â
âHey,â he says. You turn, looking at him over your shoulder questioningly. He imagines he looks much the same. âWhere are you running off to?âÂ
Your head tilts to the side, your smile small and fond. âI thought you wanted to go to the store.âÂ
âYeah, but Iâm not in any sort of hurry.â Remus feels, he has to admit, a tad jilted. Nothing in your demeanor would suggest youâre upset with him, but youâve just initiated sex for the first time and then left his bed like itâs on fire. âIâd rather relax for a while first, wouldnât you?âÂ
Your brows scrunch rather adorably, as though this would never have occurred to you. âSure, that sounds nice. You mean, like, put on a film?âÂ
A soft, bemused laugh trips off his tongue. âI mean,â he says teasingly, âdo you wanna come here, lovely?â
You go back into his arms like youâre happy to do it. Remus pulls your leg across him, stroking you from knee to hip the way he wanted to, and you get comfy with your face close to his on the pillow. When you blink, your lashes tickle his chin.Â
âIs this alright?â he asks.Â
You make a happy sound of affirmation, brushing a kiss over the column of his throat. He lets his hand migrate over your hip to the small of your back.Â
âDo you always run off after sex?âÂ
Youâre quiet for a second, and Remus worries heâs been too abrupt. He slips his other palm beneath your cheek, a silent apology. You say hesitantly, âI donât think so. Itâs just how we always did it, in my last relationship.âÂ
âYou both got dressed right after?âÂ
âYeah.â Thereâs a note of insecurity in your voice. Remus kisses the space between your brows in hopes of soothing it. âWhat else do you do?âÂ
He hums thoughtfully. âWell, Iâm partial to a long cuddle.â Your laugh is a soft puff of air against his chest. He grins for hearing it. âI donât know, we can do whatever works for us. Have a shower, eat something, talk. I like this.â He tilts his head, going for the ticklish spot on the side of your neck, and covers your hand with his when you giggle and try to push him away. âWhat sounds nice to you?âÂ
You sigh, but itâs a happy sound. âAll of that sounds nice to me. You usually do that after sex?âÂ
He shrugs. âPreferably, yeah.âÂ
Youâre quiet for a beat. âSo this whole time Iâve been doing it wrong, huh?â
âThere is no wrong, sweetheart.â Remus smears a kiss over your shoulder. âIt matters what makes you feel good, though. Is this nice?âÂ
âThis is nice,â you agree. Your voice is soft and breathy, a whisper of the sounds youâd made earlier. He knows without looking that your eyes have closed. âI think Iâm on board with your cuddle plan.âÂ
He chuckles. âGlad to hear it.âÂ
âWill there still be time for a shower after? I feel a bit sticky.âÂ
âI told you, lovely girl. Thereâs no hurry.âÂ
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