#it rode all the way up to my chest haha

[housecow]

How amazing did it feel after a 10k meal? 🤭

nothing was on my mind more than the intense need to sleeeeeep �� getting up off the couch was so, so hard too… i couldn’t stand up unless my legs were spread wide to make room for my belly..

proof of me pinned down by my belly last night!!

[lostfracturess]

─── games and matches | ch. 01

pairing — satoru gojo x suguru's daughter reader

summary — after a night of partying and drinking, you run into none other than satoru gojo — your dad's infuriatingly hot best friend who you haven't seen in years. blame it on the alcohol, but you start flirting with him. and he flirts back. so, can it really be that wrong to want to fuck your dad's best friend? after all, what happens in the kitchen at 3AM stays in the kitchen, right?

word count — 13.2 k (chapter 1/3)

warnings — 18+ ONLY. contains explicit sexual content, age difference, alcohol use, drunk sex, unprotected sex, penetration, fingering, edging, oral (female receiving), hair pulling, underwear in your mouth lol, in need of heavy daddy issues to enjoy this.

author's note — idk what to say about this, was in the mood to write something dumb and fun, so don't dwell too much on the plot and just enjoy the vibes of this story haha. happy reading !! comments and reblogs are love <3

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"Well well, look who it is."

Suddenly, the light flickered on.

You froze, blinking rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. Heart racing, you spun around to find Satoru Gojo, your dad's best friend — no, scratch that, your dad's ridiculously hot best friend — leaning casually against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

You stood there in the doorway, taking in the sight of him. 

It had been years since you'd last seen him. You'd nearly forgotten about him — but not quite. He looked different now. Older. 

Hotter.

"Quite the late night, huh?" he remarked.

His piercing gaze raked over your barely-there party dress, taking in the way the short, black fabric clung to your curves. You could only imagine how you looked — smudged eyeliner, tousled hair, and cheeks flushed.

It was well past three in the morning on a Wednesday, and you'd just stumbled home from a college party, the remnants of cheap tequila still swirling in your bloodstream. 

The last thing you needed was a run-in with Satoru, especially when he looked so damn good in that black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and a navy overshirt casually rolled up to his elbows. 

Life just wasn't fair sometimes.

"Fuck, Satoru. You scared me," you whisper-hissed, your voice a bit hoarse. "What the hell are you doing here at this hour?”

He raised an eyebrow, a slow, amused smirk spreading across his face. "I could ask you the same question, love. Don't you have classes in a few hours? Or did they start giving out degrees for partying these days?"

You rolled your eyes, slipping out of your heels and sighing in relief as your aching feet met the cool tiles. As you bent to arrange your shoes, your short dress rode up, the hem barely skimming the curve of your thighs.

"What does that concern you?"

"Because you're the daughter of my best friend, of course. Now, be a good girl and tell me where you've been."

You sighed. "I was at a college party, obviously.”

"You drunk?" 

“No," you lied, even as the remnants of tequila still thrummed through your veins, making everything pleasantly hazy around the edges.

Satoru's gaze followed your every move as you walked past him to the sink in the kitchen. The room suddenly felt smaller with his presence, the air thick. You reached for a glass from the cabinet, the hem of your dress riding up even further, a sliver of skin flashing in the dim light.

"That's quite the outfit for a college party," he commented, his gaze lingering on your exposed skin. 

You filled your glass with tap water. "It's a normal dress for a normal party. You're too old to know that. What, did they not have parties back in your day?" 

"I'm not that much older than you." 

"Yeah, like just a good 16 years or what?" you scoffed, taking a sip of water.

In the dim moonlight that spilled through the kitchen windows, you noticed the faint flush high on Satoru's cheekbones, the telltale glassiness in his normally sharp eyes. The subtle scent of bourbon clung to him.

He's drunk too, you realized with surprise.

You lifted your chin. "You're drunk."

"I'm not.”

"Oh really?" you challenged, setting your water glass down on the counter with a soft clink. "Prove it then. How many fingers am I holding up?"

You held up three fingers in front of his face. He squinted at your hand, before he reached out, his fingers warm as they wrapped around your wrist, tugging your hand down gently.

"That's not how you measure how drunk someone is. But I can assure you, I'm perfectly sober.” His gaze shifted down, resting on your chest. “Sober enough to see that dress of yours is way too low cut for a woman your age."

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you suddenly became acutely aware of just how much cleavage you were showing. You tugged at the neckline of your dress, trying to adjust it higher, but the silky fabric simply slipped through your fingers.

"I'm grown up now, if you haven't noticed. And besides, it's not that low.”

"If you say so.” He shrugged out of his navy overshirt. “But just in case, why don't you put this on? Wouldn't want you catching a cold in that scrap of fabric you're calling a dress."

He held out his jacket to you, one eyebrow raised in challenge.

"I'm not cold," you said, but even as the words left your mouth, a shiver ran through you. The kitchen tiles were cool beneath your bare feet, and the thin material of your dress did little to ward off the chill of the night air.

Satoru noticed, of course. 

His smirk widened. "Sure you're not. But humor me, will you?"

You glared at him. Finally, you snatched the jacket from his outstretched hand. "Fine. But only because I don't want to listen to you nag."

You shrugged into the jacket, immediately engulfed by Satoru's scent — a heady mix of expensive cologne, cigarette smoke and something uniquely him. The sleeves fell past your fingertips, and the hem hit your mid-thigh, covering much more of you than your dress did. You had to admit, it felt nice. 

Comforting, almost.

Satoru's gaze softened as he took in the sight of you drowning in his clothes. "There. Much better. Now you look less likely to give some poor teenage boy a heart attack."

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

He grinned. "Part of my charm, love, can't you remember?”

You rolled your eyes. 

He hasn't changed a bit. Still the same old Satoru, with his quick wit and insufferable smirk. But damn if he didn't look good. 

The years had been kind to him, that's for sure.

You hopped up onto the kitchen counter, the cool marble sending a shiver up your spine as it met your bare thighs. Satoru's jacket rode up as you settled, the soft fabric bunching around your waist, but you were far too focused on the man across from you to care.

Blame it on the alcohol.

You picked up your abandoned glass of water, taking a long, slow sip as you watched him lean back against the opposite counter, his long legs stretched out before him, arms crossed over his broad chest.

In the dim light filtering through the blinds, shadows played across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and the subtle curve of his lips. God, he looked even better than you remembered him.

His gaze never left you, his eyes dark pools. His glance made you feel a strange warmth that spread through your body, a heat that had nothing to do with the tequila you'd consumed earlier.

But you pushed it away. 

It was just the alcohol talking, you told yourself. 

It had to be.

"So," you started. "You never did answer my question. What are you doing here at this hour?”

Satoru ran a hand through his tousled hair, the white locks falling back into place effortlessly. Damn him. "Well, your old man and I were out for drinks earlier. Celebrating closing a big case we've been working on."

You raised an eyebrow. "Dad doesn't usually stay out this late."

"No, he doesn't. Man's a total lightweight. Two bourbons in and he was ready to hit the karaoke stage".

You nearly choked on your water at the image. "Tell me you got that on video."

"Oh, you know it," Satoru grinned. "Blackmail material for a lifetime. But someone had to be the adult and get him home before he really made a fool of himself. Dropped him in bed right before you stumbled in, actually."

"My hero," you teased, taking another sip of water. "So, this big case, it was the Johnston trial, right? Dad mentioned it, said it was huge for your firm." You tilted your head, observing him. "You just here for the case, or are you sticking around?"

He shrugged, the movement casual, but you could see the glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Initially just for the case, but I'll be around for a bit to wrap things up. It was a team effort, though. Everyone put in a lot of long hours."

"Look at you, being all humble. Dad said you led this one. Said you absolutely destroyed the other side in court. Had them in tears, from what I heard."

"Oh, did he now?" His smirk widened, clearly enjoying the praise.

"Mhmm," you hummed, leaning back on your hands, the marble counter cool against your palms. "Seems the press is calling you a legal genius or something, too.”

"Well, they're not wrong, are they? I am pretty damn brilliant."

You huffed out a laugh. "Careful, counselor. Keep winning cases like this and that ego of yours might just burst."

"Ah, but you'd be there to keep me humble, wouldn't you?"

"I don't think anyone could keep you humble, Satoru. Least of all me."

"Oh, I don't know about that." He fixed you with his piercing blue eyes, the intensity making your breath catch in your throat. "I have a feeling you could bring me to my knees without even trying."

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry.

Damn him and his smooth lines. 

Satoru's eyes were dark, smoldering as they bore into yours. You felt pinned beneath his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest, your skin tingling with a strange sensation. After a moment that felt like an eternity, he broke the silence. 

"So, how's tennis going? I heard you're quite the rising star on campus. Beating all the boys and making them cry, huh?"

You scoffed. "Did you really expect anything less from me?"

"Nah, I always knew you'd be dominating the court someday. You were born to be a champ." 

"Oh, don't tell me you're a fan now," you said with a grin. "Want me to sign something for you before I get too famous and forget all about you?"

"Please, as if you could ever forget about me, love." 

You tilted your chin up, meeting his gaze head-on. "That ego of yours is something else, isn't it? How do you even fit through doorways with a head that big?" 

"Look who's talking. Your ego seems to be doing just fine too." 

His lips curled into a smirk. He fixed you with his gaze, those piercing blue eyes seeming to see right through you, sending shivers down your spine. It was unnerving, his gaze — and undeniably thrilling.

For a moment you thought he was flirting with you. But that couldn't be right. The alcohol must be messing with your perception, making you read into things that weren't there.

Then, he spoke again. "How was the party?"

"Oh. It was...fine, I guess. Pretty lame, actually."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And here I thought college parties were supposed to be the highlight of your young adult life."

You shrugged, fiddling with the hem of his jacket. "Maybe for some people. But getting drunk off of cheap beer and watching my classmates make fools of themselves isn't really my idea of a good time."

"No?" He tilted his head, a lock of hair falling across his forehead. "Then what is your idea of a good time?"

“I don't know. Something more exciting than a frat party, that's for sure."

"Exciting, huh?”

Satoru's eyes glinted with mischief as he pushed off the counter. He walked over to the liquor cabinet where your father kept his prized collection and rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a bottle of top-shelf vodka.

"Well then," he drawled, grabbing two tumblers from the shelf above. "If the party was such a bust, why don't we make our own fun?"

He returned to you, placing the glasses on the counter beside your hip with a clink that seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet of the kitchen.

"And that's your definition of fun?" you asked. “Having drinks with your best friend's daughter at three in the morning?"

"Ah, but you're not just any daughter, are you?" He uncapped the vodka and poured a generous amount into each glass. "And besides, I'm curious. Those college boys at the party, they don't do it for you?"

He handed you your glass, his gaze never leaving yours. You took it, swirling the clear liquid and watching it catch the light. "Not really. They're all so... immature. All talk and no substance."

"Is that why you don't have a boyfriend? Because no one's managed to capture your interest?"

You emptied your glass in one satisfying gulp, the vodka burning a pleasant trail down your throat. You reached for the bottle, but Satoru was faster, his hand already at the neck, refilling your glass before you could blink.

"I guess," you admitted, watching the crystal tumbler fill with clear liquid. “That, and I've been busy with college, obviously. Dating hasn't exactly been a priority.”

"Mmm, I call bullshit.” He placed the refilled glass in your hand, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment. "A woman like you, with your looks? You could have any man you wanted, studies be damned."

Oh god, you thought, your mind racing. 

He's indeed flirting with you. 

And you're flirting back.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a nervous thrill that combined with the warmth of the alcohol was probably a bad thing.

Was this really happening?

Were you actually flirting with Satoru Gojo, the man your dad considered a brother?

But now, in the dim light of the kitchen, he was something else entirely. He looked good. Damn good. The kind of good that made your mind wander to places it definitely shouldn't. 

And the way he was looking at you, the way his gaze kept drifting to your lips, the way he leaned in just a little too close — it was clear he no longer saw you as just his friend's little girl. No, the heat in his eyes told you he very much saw you as a woman now. 

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. 

"Maybe I'm just picky."

"Oh, really?" Satoru moved closer, until he stood beside you, his hip brushing against yours, his hands resting tantalizingly close to your thigh. "And what exactly are you looking for?"

You met his gaze boldly, emboldened by the alcohol thrumming through your veins. "I don’t know. Someone older. More experienced. Someone who knows what he's doing."

"Is that so?"

You hummed in response, setting your empty glass aside. "What about you, Satoru? Where's your girlfriend tonight? Or boyfriend, I don't judge."

"No girlfriend. No boyfriend either. I guess you could say I'm married to my work."

You raised an eyebrow, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass. "Really? The great Satoru Gojo, eternally single? I find that hard to believe."

"Believe it, love," he said, setting his own glass down. His eyes, the color of a summer sky, never left yours. "I'm a busy man. Relationships take time and effort, two things I don't have in abundance."

"Sounds lonely.”

Saotru's lips quirked up at the corners. "Oh, believe me I’m far from lonely. Just unburdened by the messy attachments that come with a relationship."

"Ah. So you're a love 'em and leave 'em type, are you?"

"I prefer to think of it as knowing what I want and taking it.” He leaned in closer. You could smell the vodka on his breath, the intoxicating scent of his cologne. "No strings, no complications. Just fun."

“Why does that not surprise me.”

Satoru reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered on your cheek, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. "What can I say, love? I'm a simple man with simple needs."

Heat washed over you at his touch.

Oh god, he was definitely flirting with you.

And even worse, you were shamelessly flirting back. 

But could you really be blamed? It had been years since you'd last seen him, and time had been more than kind to Satoru Gojo. He'd always been handsome, but now, with a few more years of wisdom and experience etched into his features, he was practically irresistible.

And let's be real, you were both a little drunk. 

It was the perfect recipe for a little harmless flirting. Because that's all this was, right? 

Harmless. 

Just two adults engaging in a bit of playful banter, a bit of stolen glances and charged tension. It didn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything.

After all, he was your dad's best friend. 

This was just the alcohol talking, just the thrill of seeing each other after so long. In the morning, you'd both laugh it off, chalk it up to a bit too much vodka and the nostalgia of reunion. 

But even as you told yourself this, you couldn't ignore the way your heart raced at his proximity, the way your skin tingled under his gaze. Blame it on the alcohol, but the truth was, you were enjoying this. 

It was exhilarating.

You scoffed, trying to regain your composure. "Oh, I'm sure your needs are anything but simple, counselor.”

"Mmm, you might be right about that. I've been told I can be quite... demanding."

"Does that line ever work on women?"

He smirked. "I can't complain. It's served me well enough so far."

Oh, he's so confident.

It made you wonder what it would take to throw him off his game.

"Is that so?” You sat up straighter, a coy smile playing about your lips. "In that case, why don't we play a little game? See if that silver tongue of yours is as clever as you think it is."

His eyebrows shot up. “What did you have in mind?"

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, just a classic. Truth or Dare. Unless of course, the great Satoru Gojo is afraid of a little challenge?"

Satoru's eyes narrowed, his smirk sharpening into something more predatory. "Oh, love. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

You leaned in closer. "Then why don't you enlighten me, counselor?"

His gaze dropped to your lips, and for a heart-stopping moment, you thought he might kiss you. But then he pulled back, his smirk widening. "Alright. You're on. But don't say I didn't warn you."

"Bring it on. I'm not afraid of you."

"Oh, we'll see about that.” He picked up the vodka bottle, refilling both your glasses with a practiced hand. He handed one to you, clinking his against it. "Ladies first. Truth or Dare?"

You took a sip of your drink, the vodka rushing pleasantly through your veins, making you bolder. "Dare."

He paused, his eyes glinting in the dim light. His gaze roamed over you with deliberate slowness, lingering on the curve of your neck, the swell of your breasts beneath the fabric of his jacket. You could practically feel the heat of his gaze, branding you.

"Take off my jacket."

"That's it? That's your big dare?"

He shrugged. "What can I say? I'm starting you off easy. Wouldn't want to scare you off too soon."

You scoffed, setting your glass down. "Please. It takes more than a little strip tease to scare me."

With deliberate slowness, you hooked your thumbs into the neckline of Satoru's overshirt, your fingers grazing the heated skin of your chest as you pulled the fabric apart. His eyes followed your every move, the blue irises darkening with each new inch of exposed skin.

You shrugged the overshirt off your shoulders, letting it pool around your elbows. The cool air of the kitchen kissed your exposed skin, causing your nipples to harden beneath the thin fabric of your dress.

"Your turn, counselor. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," he replied without hesitation, taking a long sip of his vodka.

You leaned back on your hands, the cool marble of the countertop a welcome contrast to the warmth spreading through your body. Tilting your head, you made a show of considering your options, drawing out the suspense.

"Take off your shirt."

His eyebrows shot up. "Didn't take you for the forward type, love."

You shrugged one shoulder. "What can I say? I appreciate a good view."

"Is that so? Well then, who am I to deny a woman what she wants?"

With equally deliberate slowness, he reached for the hem of his shirt, his gaze never leaving yours as he began to lift it inch by tantalizing inch. Your breath hitched in your throat as smooth, pale skin was revealed, stretched taut over toned muscles that rippled beneath his touch.

He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Your eyes drank him in greedily, tracing the defined ridges of his abdomen, the broad expanse of his chest, the subtle play of light and shadow on his skin.

The waistband of his pants hung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of white curls trailing down from his navel.

God, he was gorgeous. 

All lean, hard muscle and power.

"See something you like?" He asked, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

You dragged your gaze up to his, your pulse pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the vodka. "I'm not blind. You're... easy on the eyes."

"Wow, that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Why?" you challenged, tilting your head. "You’re craving my attention, Satoru?"

“That’s a question for a truth, isn’t it? Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said.

He tilted his head to the side as he considered you. "Did you make out with any guys at that party tonight?"

“Yes.”

“Did you fuck him?"

"Quite bold of you to ask your best friend's daughter that question.”

He shrugged, unrepentant. "What? It's a valid question. So, did you?"

You hesitated, biting your lip. "Almost."

"Almost?"

You held his gaze, as he watched you over the rim of his glass. "I don't know. One minute we were all over each other, and the next...I just wasn't feeling it anymore. It got boring."

Satoru threw back his head and laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "You really are the bane of every university boy's existence, aren't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He grinned, his eyes dancing with amusement. "It means, love, that you're a goddamn tease. Getting them all hot and bothered, then leaving them high and dry. It's almost cruel."

You scoffed, taking another sip of your drink. "It's not my fault they couldn't keep my interest.”

"Oh, I'm sure," he replied, taking a long, slow sip from his own glass.

You watched as his throat bobbed with each swallow, your eyes tracing the strong column of his neck down to the defined hollow of his collarbone. God, even the way he drank was hot. It was infuriating.

He set his glass down, his tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of vodka on his bottom lip. Your gaze followed the movement, heat curling in your stomach.

"Alright," he drawled. "Your turn. Truth or Dare?"

You lifted your chin, holding his gaze boldly. "Dare."

"Brave choice. I like it."

He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his bare chest, the pose showcasing his lean, muscular physique. Your mouth went dry as you took in the sight of his defined biceps flexing with the movement.

"Slip those straps of your dress off your shoulders.”

"Wow, Satoru. Why not just ask me to strip the whole dress off?"

"But where's the fun in that?" he countered, a wicked grin playing about his lips. "Besides, that's a job for me."

You hesitated for a second.

A small voice in the back of your head whispered that you were treading treacherous waters, that letting things go further with Satoru was a bad idea. But the alcohol flowing through your veins and the heat in his gaze silenced your better judgment. 

It was just a bit of harmless fun, right? 

No need to overthink it or make it into something it wasn't.

Slowly, you reached for the straps of your dress, sliding them down your shoulders, one after another. The silky fabric whispered against your skin as it fell, the neckline dipping precariously low, just barely concealing your hardened nipples beneath the lace edge of your bra that peeked out.

Satoru's gaze followed the movement, his eyes darkening as more and more of your skin was revealed. His jaw clenched, his fingers flexing against his biceps as he watched you, the air between you thick with tension.

You leaned forward slightly, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop, the cool marble a stark contrast to your overheated skin. You pressed your arms against your chest, pushing your cleavage together, the dress threatening to slip further with each heaving breath.

"See something you like?" you mirrored his words back to him.

Satoru huffed. He reached for his glass, bringing it to his lips and taking a long, slow sip, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, he moved to stand right before you, placing the glass beside your thighs, each of his hands coming to rest on either side of you, caging you in.

“Truth or dare.”

"Truth," Satoru said, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Getting shy on me now, counselor?”

"Oh, trust me. There's nothing shy about me. But I don't think you can handle me fully stripped."

You scoffed, even as a shiver of anticipation raced down your spine, your skin prickling with goosebumps. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

He leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your cheek, warm and intoxicating. "With good reason, love. I've never had a complaint."

Your pulse jumped, heat pooling low in your core, your thighs clenching. This was dangerous territory, toeing the line of no return. If you weren't careful, you'd end up doing something very, very stupid.

Like finding out first-hand if Satoru's claims were true.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his proximity, the way your nipples tightened and your breathing grew shallow. "I thought we were playing Truth or Dare, not stroking your ego."

"Oh, we are. And I believe it's your turn to ask a question."

You bit your lip. "Why do you have the daughter of your best friend undressed in the middle of the night on a random Wednesday?" 

His lips curved upward, his fingers flexing against the countertop on either side of your hips. "I don't know, maybe because she didn't get what she needed at the party."

"And what do I need?"

Satoru's eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to your parted lips, lingering there for a moment before flicking back up to meet yours. 

"I think you need someone who knows how to appreciate you, love. Someone who can make you feel things those fumbling college boys never could."

"And you think you're that someone, do you?"

"Oh, I know I am. I could make you feel so good, you'd forget your own name."

Shivers ran down your spine as want battled with reason. It would be so easy to give in, to let Satoru have his wicked way with you. But the rational part of your brain knew it was a terrible idea. Still, you couldn't help but lean into him.

"That's a bold claim," you managed, your voice breathier than you would have liked. "But I'm not sure I believe you."

"No? Then how about another dare, since you're feeling so brave?"

Your stomach flipped, nerves and anticipation tangling together. "What did you have in mind?"

His smile was slow, predatory. "I dare you to let me prove it to you."

"Prove what, exactly?"

He leaned in, until his lips were a hair's breadth from yours. "That I can make you feel better than anyone else ever has."

You inhaled shakily, your fingers curling tighter around the countertop edge. "And how do you propose to do that?"

"However you want me to, love. I could use my hands, my mouth, could touch you in places no one else ever has. Make you come so hard, you can do nothing but beg for more."

A shudder ran through you at the promise in his words, your core clenching with need. You could picture it all too clearly — Satoru's hands on your body, his fingers sliding over your skin, wandering lower and lower. His mouth hot and hungry on yours, trailing kisses down your neck, your chest, lower still—

You fought back a moan, trying to maintain some semblance of composure even as your body screamed for his touch. Reaching for your glass, you took a slow, deliberate sip of the vodka, holding his gaze as the liquid burned down your throat.

"Is that so?" you said. "And what makes you think I'd ever beg for you, counselor?"

"Oh, you'll beg. I'll make sure of that. I'll tease you until you're dripping wet and aching for me, until you can't think of anything but how badly you need me inside you. And then, when you're right on the edge, when you're so desperate you can barely breathe,” He leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing yours, “that's when I'll make you beg."

"You sound pretty confident. But I'm not sure you can back up all that big talk."

Satoru pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes burning with a fierce, hungry intensity. "Oh, I can back it up, love. And then some."

His hand slid up your thigh, his fingers skimming the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of your dress. "But the question is," he continued, his fingers tracing maddening patterns on your inner thigh, his touch light and teasing, "are you ready for me to prove it to you?"

"One dare?"

"One dare is all I need, love."

You shivered at his promise, heat rising deep in your core, your body aching for his touch. God, the things this man did to you—

But you wouldn’t give in that easily. After all, where was the fun in that?

Emboldened, you let the dress slip a bit lower, revealing more of the lacy edge of your bra. "As tempting as that sounds, counselor, I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on that particular dare."

"Oh? And why's that?"

You shrugged one shoulder, aiming for nonchalant even as your heart raced in your chest. "Maybe I'm not ready for you to put your money where your mouth is. Maybe I want to savor the anticipation a little longer."

"Is that so? Well then, how about another truth instead? Since you seem so fond of them."

Nerves fluttered in your stomach, but you refused to back down. "Hit me."

Satoru leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, his breath hot against your skin. "Have you ever touched yourself while thinking of me?"

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, your brain short-circuiting as a wave of heat washed over you. Because the truth was—

He pulled back, his eyes searching yours, a knowing glint in their azure depths. "You have, haven't you? You've laid in bed at night, your hand between your thighs, picturing me doing all sorts of things to you."

You didn't need to confirm it, he could tell by the way you trembled as his lips trailed along the line of your jaw, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.

"Tell me, what was I doing to you?" He caressed the sensitive skin of your throat with his lips, drawing a gasp from your parted lips. "Was I kissing you? Touching you?"

"Yes," you panted, your fingers curling into his silky hair, holding him against you, all good reason vanishing into thin air.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending sparks of need skittering down your spine. "Did you come, love? Muffling those pretty moans in your pillow as you cum with my name falling from your lips?"

Your breath caught in your throat, your thighs clenching at the memory — the way you'd writhed against your sheets, your fingers stroking your slick heat, chasing the release that only thoughts of Satoru could bring you.

"Yes," you whispered. “Every single time."

His eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide, his breathing growing ragged. "Where did you imagine me touching you, love? Show me."

Heart pounding, you reached for his hand, your fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his warm, calloused skin. Slowly, deliberately, you guided his hand to your neck, your breath hitching as his fingers skimmed over your racing pulse.

"Here," you whispered. "I imagined your lips on my neck, your teeth grazing my skin.”

Satoru's fingers tightened on your throat, a possessive gesture that made your core clench. Leaning in, he brushed his lips over your neck, his touch feather-light, teasing. You shivered as his breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.

"Like this?" His lips traced a path of fire from your jaw to your collarbone, his teeth nipping gently at your skin. "Is this how you imagined it?"

“Yes,” you gasped, your head falling back to give him better access, your fingers tangling in his hair. “Just like that."

His tongue flicked out, tasting you, savoring you, as his lips mapped every inch of your neck, finding all the spots that made you shudder and moan.

"Where else?"

Biting your lip, you guided his hand lower, over the swell of your breasts, your nipples tightening beneath the thin fabric of your dress. "Here," you breathed, arching into his touch. "I pictured your hands cupping my breasts, your fingers teasing my nipples.”

Satoru groaned, his control slipping a notch. 

His hand curved over your breast, molding to your shape, his thumb brushing over your nipple in a maddening caress. "Fuck, you feel perfect.”

He tugged at the neckline of your dress, exposing more of your chest to his gaze. Dipping his head, he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to your chest, his tongue darting out to lick over your heated skin.

His lips trailed lower and lower until they hovered just above your nipple, his breath hot and damp against your sensitive skin. And then, he closed his lips around your nipple and sucked, hard, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

You cried out, your back arching into him, your fingers clutching at his bare shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

He caressed your breasts, licking and sucking and biting until you were writhing and whimpering. His fingers plucked at your other nipple, rolling the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger until want coursed through your veins like molten lava.

"Keep going, love. Show me where else you want my hands."

Emboldened by his words, you slid his hand lower still, his lips still on your breasts, over your stomach, your muscles quivering beneath his touch. 

Lower, lower, until his fingers were brushing the hem of your dress, dipping beneath the fabric to skim the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You shuddered as his fingers crept higher, teasing you, tormenting you with fleeting, feather-light touches.

"Here," you gasped, your thighs parting. "I touched myself here, imagining it was your hand between my legs, your fingers buried deep inside me, filling me, making me come.”

His fingers inched higher, skimming over your damp, lace-covered sex, making your moan softly. He rubbed slow, maddening circles over your cloth clit, the friction delicious but not nearly enough.

"You're so wet," he marveled, his fingers sliding under the edge of your underwear, gliding through your slick folds with a tortuous, leisurely stroke. "So hot and ready for me. Tell me, love, is this all for me? Do you get this worked up just from the thought of my hands on you?"

You whimpered as his fingers parted your folds, running lightly along your slit, barely grazing your aching clit. He was teasing you, exploring you with a maddening, light touch that set your nerves ablaze, making you part your legs wider for him.

"Yes," you gasped, your head thumping back against the cabinets as he circled your entrance with a single finger, dipping in just to the first knuckle before retreating. "Yes, Satoru, all for you. Only for you.”

He groaned at your admission, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he fought for control. "Fuck, the things you say. You have no idea what you do to me, how badly I want to just bury myself inside you and fill you up so bad.”

But still, he held back, his fingers continuing their lazy, tortuous exploration of your slick heat. He gathered your wetness, spreading it up and over your clit, circling the swollen nub with a slippery, gliding pressure that made your thighs shake and your breath come in shallow pants.

"Satoru," you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders, your hips rolling shamelessly against his hand. "Quit your games. I need more, need you inside me."

He chuckled, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck with his teeth. "Patience, love," he chided, his fingers dipping back down to your entrance, swirling around the rim in mad, spiraling circles. "I want to savor this.”

He punctuated his words by pressing one long, thick finger inside you in one slow, smooth glide. Your back arched, biting your lips to swallow the scream that tore from your throat as your inner muscles clenched around his finger.

"Fuck, you feel incredible." He pumped his finger in and out of your clutching heat, curling it against your front wall. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

He added a second finger, stretching you deliciously, filling you in a way that was maddeningly good but still not enough. He scissored his fingers inside you, stroking your slick walls, teasing your most sensitive spots until you helplessly moaned into his mouth that hovered over yours.

"Look at you," he marveled, his eyes hot and heavy on your face, drinking in every expression of pleasure that flickered across it. "So responsive, so desperate for my touch. I bet I could make you come just like this, couldn't I? Just with my fingers buried inside you, rubbing all the right spots until you soak my hand and scream my name."

"Yes, oh god, yes—more, Satoru. I need more, make me come.”

But instead of giving you what you so desperately craved, Satoru withdrew his fingers from your aching core, leaving you empty and bereft. You whimpered at the loss, your eyes flying open to meet his, a protest ready on your lips.

But the words died in your throat as you took in the wicked, hungry gleam in his gaze, the predatory curve of his lips. "Oh, I'll make you come, love. But where's the fun in doing it with just my fingers?"

Before you could even begin to process his words, he was sinking to his knees before you, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them wide. Your dress rode up to your waist, exposing your lace-covered sex to his gaze. 

With that, he dipped his head, his breath hot against your aching skin. He pressed soft and wet kisses to your inner thighs, his lips and tongue and teeth teasing you until you were squirming and whimpering above him.

"Satoru, please," you begged, your fingers tangling in his hair, trying to guide his mouth where you needed it most. "Stop teasing. I need your mouth on me. I need you to make me come."

"What, you begging now? I thought you said you didn't beg for anyone."

“Oh shut up and go to work already.”

"So impatient," he murmured, nipping at your inner thigh with his teeth. "But I'm not done savoring you yet." With that, his mouth trailed up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your aching core with every kiss and nip and lick. 

Your breath came in shallow pants, your hips grinding subtly against his face, seeking more contact, more friction.

When he finally reached your core, he didn't dive in like you expected. Instead, he placed a soft, almost reverent kiss to your sex, his lips lingering, savoring the heat and the dampness and the scent of you. 

"Fuck, you're so perfect." 

Then his tongue darted out and licked a broad stripe up your clothed sex.

You moaned, your thighs falling open even wider, offering yourself up to him. "Please, Satoru," you whispered. "Please, stop your stupid teasing and fuck me already. Please, Satoru, please, please—"

For a moment, he didn't respond, and you thought he might continue to torment you. But then he slowly pushed your underwear aside with his finger. 

He placed soft, delicate kisses all over your sex, tracing your slit with the tip of his tongue, circling your entrance, flicking over your clit in feathery strokes that made you melt.

But it wasn't enough. You needed more. You needed him.

You arched into his face, your hands fisted in his hair, holding him against you. "More. Satoru, damn it, more, fuck me with your mouth, please, please.”

"Fuck, I love it when you beg.” With that, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, the fabric stretching taut as he began to pull them down. “I think you've earned a little reward."

His eyes never left yours, watching your reactions as he slowly undressed you. You gasped at the sudden exposure, the cool air of the kitchen kissing your heated flesh. He slid your lacy fabric down your legs, taking his time to savor the moment. 

Once they were off, he straightened up again, and leaned into you.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

You hesitated for a moment, but something in his eyes told you there was no point in refusing. You parted your lips and allowed him to stuff the underwear into your mouth. The taste of your own arousal filled your senses.

"Be quiet for me, will you? We don't want to wake Suguru after all.”

Before you could even begin to think about how wrong this all was, Satoru was between your legs again, burying his face between your thighs and under your dress.

You cried out, muffled by the fabric in your mouth, as he licked a broad, flat stripe up your slit, from your entrance to your clit, the warm, wet rasp of his tongue making you squirm. 

He did it again, and again, setting a slow but steady rhythm, his tongue parting your folds, delving deeper with each pass, until he was fucking into your entrance with his tongue.

Your back arched into him, your thighs clamping around his head, but he held you steady, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you spread open for his mouth. 

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”

He sealed his lips around your clit, sucking hard, the feeling so intense it bordered on too much. He sucked your clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until you were shaking.

You whimpered around the fabric in your mouth that Satoru stuffed inside you to make sure that no one in the house could hear the sinful things he was doing to you as he worked you mercilessly, his tongue dancing over your clit, flicking and swirling and lashing, driving you higher and higher with every pass.

Satoru seemed to understand your body perfectly, reading your desperation in the arch of your spine, the clench of your thighs around his head, the needy, broken sounds that escaped around the fabric in your mouth.

"You want to come, don't you, love? You need it so badly, need my mouth to push you over the edge. But I'm not sure you've earned it yet. I think you can take a little more teasing, a little more torment. What do you think?"

You shook your head frantically, tears of frustration pricking the corners of your eyes. You couldn't take any more, you were sure of it. If he didn't let you come soon, you would surely lose your goddamn mind.

He pressed a soft, almost mocking kiss to your throbbing clit. "No? You don't think you can handle it? But you've been such a good girl, taken everything I've given you so beautifully. Surely you can hold on just a little longer for me."

You let your head fall back, teeth biting into the fabric, so you would keep quiet and just endure his torture. You would do anything, anything at all, if he would just have mercy on you, if he would just give you the release you so desperately craved.

Satoru seemed to sense your surrender. "That's my girl. Just a little longer, I promise. And then I'll make you feel so good.”

He suited actions to words, his mouth descending on you again, his tongue thrusting and swirling and lashing over your clit, driving you to new heights of pleasure with every skillful stroke.

You could feel your orgasm building, ready to snap at any moment. Your thighs were shaking, your stomach clenching, your breath coming in short, sharp pants.

Without warning, he thrust two fingers into you, the sudden stretch burning. His fingers were thick, stretching you deliciously, and you could feel every ridge and callus on his skin. He began to move, thrusting his fingers in and out, hard and fast.

"Good girl, take me in, take me deep."

And then, with a final, bruising suck on your clit and a deft thrust of his fingers into your clenching heat, you felt your orgasm crashing over you, tearing a ragged, muffled scream from your throat.

You shook and shuddered and sobbed through the aftershocks, your inner muscles clamping down on Satoru's plunging fingers. He worked you through it, his mouth and hand gentling but never stopping, drawing out your pleasure until you felt you might die here and there.

"You really come easily, love. Makes me wonder what the college boys did wrong?”

You wanted to curse at him, but you could only whimper in response, your body feeling like it was made of jelly, your mind blissfully blank.

He pressed a final kiss to your clit before straightening up. Then he removed your underwear from your open mouth, allowing you to breathe properly for the first time, but not long enough for his lips to collide with yours.

And then you realized that you were kissing Satoru Gojo for the very first time in your life.

Because Satoru Gojo managed to make you come before he ever kissed you.

It was a deep, sensual kiss that stole what little breath you'd managed to regain. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Satoru moaned into your mouth, his hips grinding against yours, the hard, hot length of him pressing insistently against your thigh. 

He reached for your hand and guided it downwards, encouraging you to touch him through the fabric of his pants. Even with the barrier of clothing, you could feel the heat of his hard length pulsing beneath your palm. 

He was hard and thick, throbbing beneath your touch, and you couldn't help but wonder what he would feel like, skin against skin.

"Feel what you do to me.” He broke the kiss to trail his lips down the column of your neck. "Feel how hard I am for you, how much I want you, how much I need to be inside you, need to feel you squeezing my cock."

"Then do it already." Your legs fall open in invitation, your hands clutching at his belt, urging him closer. "Fuck me, Satoru."

With trembling fingers, you fumbled with the button and zipper in your haste to remove the barriers between you. His hands joined yours, his eyes locked with yours as you worked together to remove his clothes.

You couldn't help but gasp as his cock sprang free, long and thick and perfect. 

“Fuck.” 

The head was flushed and glistening, evidence of his need for you. Your mouth went dry at the sight, a fresh flood of want coursing through your veins.

"Told you I never had any complaints.”

“Oh shut up.” You reached out to wrap your fingers around his length, marveling at the way he pulsed and throbbed in your grip. He was scorching hot and rock hard, and you couldn't wait to feel him inside you, stretching you, filling you, completing you.

Slowly, teasingly, you began to stroke him from base to tip and back again, your grip firm and sure. 

He let out a low moan, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself to the feeling of your touch. His hands gripped your hips almost bruisingly, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

“Is this payback now?”

"Why? Can't handle a little teasing, counselor?"

"You play a dangerous game, love. Because I will not stop until I've fucked you senseless, until I've ruined you for anyone else. You're mine now, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

You leaned in closer, your lips just a hairsbreadth from his, your breasts pressing against his heaving chest. "Then prove it. Ruin me for anyone else but you.”

Your hand stroked him faster, harder, your grip tightening around his throbbing length. You could feel him growing even harder in your palm, cum leaking from the tip and slicking your fingers, making the glide even smoother.

Satoru was panting now, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he fought to maintain control. “You sure you’re up to this?”

"I dare you," you breathed against his lips.

Satoru didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat. 

His hands left your hips to fist in your hair, pulling you close. His lips crashed against yours, firm and demanding, a claim and a conquest all in one.

He licked along the seam of your mouth, seeking entrance, and you granted it readily, your lips parting on a sigh of surrender. His tongue swept inside, tangling with yours. He explored every inch of your mouth, mapping the contours, savoring your unique flavor like a man starved.

He kissed you deeply, thoroughly, with a skill that left you weak and dizzy. 

Your hands roamed restlessly over his broad shoulders, his muscular back, before tightening in his hair. Your fingers played in his hair, scratching lightly over the short part at the back of his neck and tugging on the longer locks. 

Satoru seemed to really like it, groaning into your mouth and pulling you even closer. His hips rocked against yours, the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently into you.

"Satoru, please, take me already, need you inside me."

“Can you keep quiet for me, love?”

“Yes, yes. I can be so quiet, please Satoru.”

“Good, because we’ll have a problem if you can’t.”

Satoru's hands slid down from your hips to grip your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he lifted you up from the kitchen counter like you weighed nothing. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck as he held you close, never breaking the kiss. He carried you out of the kitchen and into the living room, navigating the familiar space.

This wasn't the first time he'd been here, after all.

When he reached the couch, Satoru threw you onto the plush cushions. Before you could even catch your breath, he was on you again, his big body covering yours, pinning you to the sofa. 

He grasped your hands and forced them over your head, lacing your fingers together as he pinned you down, taking control in a way that had your breath hitch.

He started kissing and licking his way down your neck, finding all your favorite spots, the places that made you shiver and gasp, exploiting them ruthlessly. His free hand slid down your chest, over the curve of your breast, teasing your nipple. 

"Fuck, Satoru. Feels so good,” you gasped, your head falling back as his lips trailed hot kisses down your neck.

"God, why didn't we do this sooner?" Satoru groaned against your skin. "Think of all the nights we could've spent together, all the time we could've spent fucking each other's brains out."

"Because you were busy being a lawyer overseas, and I was stuck in college."

"Trust me, love, I would've made it work, would've moved back here, and have you bent over the desk in my office, not giving a damn who heard. Would've driven to your college every weekend, just to bury myself in you and make you scream."

His words had you throbbing with need. You could practically feel it — the hard wood of his desk against your skin, the scratchy sheets of your dorm bed underneath you as he pounded into you.

Satoru started grinding against you, rubbing his hard cock right where you needed it most. 

"I could've sucked you off under your desk while you worked," you panted. "Wrapped my lips around your dick and swallowed you down until you couldn't think straight."

"Fuck, and I would've eaten you out in return, snuck into your room and buried my face between your thighs until you forgot your own name."

The thought alone had your core clenching desperately around nothing. You needed his skin on yours like yesterday.

Satoru must've read your mind, because suddenly he grasped the hem of your dress and yanked it up and over your head, throwing it somewhere behind the couch. You were left in only your lacy bra, your skin flushed and heated.

"You're fucking stunning.” His eyes raked over your body as if he wanted to devour you whole. Like he couldn't quite believe you were real, that you were here, that you were his. "I'm the luckiest man alive, getting to see you like this, getting to touch you like this."

He released your wrists, but you kept them obediently above your head, gripping the armrest like a lifeline. His hands roamed all over your hips and thighs, knees pushing your legs apart until you were spread wide open for him.

Satoru reached between your bodies, rubbing the tip of his dick against your dripping core. You could feel him sliding through your wetness, teasing your clit with every stroke, making you whimper and squirm with how badly you needed him inside you.

But he didn't push inside. Instead, he just rubbed himself against you, teasing your clit with every pass.

"Satoru, please," you said, trying to arch your hips, to get him to slip inside. But he held you down, his grip on your hip too strong to fight.

"Please what, love? Use your words.”

You swallowed hard, your pride warring with your desperation. But fuck it, you were too desperate to care about your pride right now. "Please fuck me. I need you inside me, need to feel you inside me. Please, please just fuck me already."

He cursed under his breath, his hips pressing against yours, the head of his cock catching on your entrance. But still, he didn't give in. 

"C'mon, you can do better than that."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the needy sounds that wanted to spill out. "Satoru, I'm fucking begging you here. I need you. Please, I'll do anything, just give me your stupid dick already."

"Fuck, the things you do to me," he gritted out, his control finally snapping. And then, with one hard, deep thrust, he was balls-deep inside you, stretching you out so good it made your eyes roll back.

You bit down hard on your lip to keep from screaming, your back arching off the couch, your nails digging into the armrest. He felt fucking huge like this, so thick and hard and perfect, hitting spots you didn't even know could feel this good.

"You're so tight." His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he tried to keep it together. "So fucking perfect. Like you were made for me." 

"Satoru," you whined breathlessly. "You're so big, fuck, I feel you everywhere."

He let out a strained chuckle. "Can't help it if those college boys you fucked before had pathetically small dicks. Guess you just needed a real man to show you what's what, huh?"

“Oh, shut up.”

Then, without warning, he slammed back in, burying himself to the root in one brutal stroke. He didn't give you a chance to adjust, didn't let you catch your breath. He simply took you, hard and fast and deep, claiming what was his.

He grabbed your legs and threw them over his elbows, spreading you even wider, opening you up completely for him before he pounded into you, his cock hitting deep with every thrust. 

When you opened your mouth to moan or scream or fucking something, he clamped his hand over it, muffling the noise. "Shh. What'd I say? Quiet, love."

You could feel his breath on your face, hot and heavy, as he fucked into you harder and faster. Your muffled cries were barely audible under his palm, making everything feel even more desperate.

You could hear skin slapping on skin, the wet noises of his cock pounding into your soaked core, the smothered gasps and whimpers spilling from your covered mouth. You could feel every inch of him as he moved inside you, the feeling almost too much to take.

Each thrust was harder than the last, his hips slamming into yours so hard it made the couch shake. He was relentless, his pace brutal, as he took you, claimed you, made you his fucking property. 

You could feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core, ready to snap at any second.

Suddenly, Satoru shifted your positions, his strong hands gripping your hips as he rolled onto his back and brought you with him. You found yourself straddling his waist, your hands splayed across his bare chest for balance.

"Ride me, love. Take what you need."

You rolled your hips in a slow grind, savoring the feeling of him deep inside you. His head fell back against the pillow, quiet moans rumbling in his chest as you took him inch by inch.

Encouraged by his response, you picked up the pace, rising and falling on his hard length, taking him deeper with each downward thrust.

"That's it, love." Satoru's hands tightened on your hips, helping you keep a steady rhythm. "Ride me just like that."

One of his hands left your hip, sliding up your body to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple. You gasped at the feeling, your back arching, pushing your chest further into his touch.

Satoru's other hand slid behind his head, propping himself up a bit so he could watch you better. "Fuck, you look so hot like this. My perfect girl.”

You braced your hands on his sweat-slicked chest for leverage, your nails digging into his skin. His hips started to rise to meet your downward thrusts, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every pass. 

"Fuck, just like that. You feel so good. So tight and perfect around me. You're gonna make me come so fucking hard.”

"Satoru," you panted, your head falling back, your spine arching as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your core. "I'm close. I’m so close—"

But just as you were about to come, Satoru suddenly sat up, his arms wrapping around your waist, his chest pressing against yours. The change in position drove him even deeper, making you cry out and your nails raking down his back.

His mouth found your neck, sucking and biting, leaving hickeys you'd definitely have to cover up tomorrow.

"God, you’re doing so good."

You could tell Satoru was right on the edge with you, his groans turning harsh and throaty, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips, his movements growing erratic and desperate beneath you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice strained and breathless. "You're gonna make me fucking come.”

With that, he flipped you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips as he yanked you up onto your hands and knees. He pushed your legs apart with his knees, settling behind you.

You could feel the hot, hard length of him pressing against you before slowly, inch by torturous inch, Satoru pushed forward, sinking into you until he was buried to the hilt. He started to move then, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that had the couch shaking and creaking beneath you.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he railed you from behind, hitting even deeper than before.

"Satoru," you gasped, your hands fisting in the cushions, your back arching as he pounded against your cervix again and again. "Oh fuck, yes. Just like that. Don't stop."

His hand slid up your spine to fist in your hair, yanking your head back and bending your spine into a deeper arch. You cried out at the sudden stretch, the change in angle making him hit new spots inside you.

Before you could even catch your breath, he pushed your face down into the couch cushions.

"What'd I say? You gotta keep quiet or I'm gonna have to shut you up myself.”

A shiver raced down your spine at his words, his grip on your hair in the back of your head keeping you pinned in place. You could only moan into the plush cushion beneath you, slowly soaking it with your spit as you whimpered and panted with each deep, brutal thrust.

Satoru's thrusts grew harder, faster, more erratic as he chased his release. His hand in your hair tightened, the sting pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

Satoru suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up against his chest, changing the angle yet again.

His thrusts slowed, becoming deep and deliberate. He held you close, one arm around your waist, the other hand splayed across your throat, keeping your head tilted back against his shoulder.

"Tell me, did those frat boys ever make you feel this good?" he panted in your ear, his hips rolling into yours in a slow grind. "Did they ever take the time to fuck you the way you deserve?"

You whimpered, your inner muscles tensing around his thick length as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "No." Your hands came up to grip his forearm, your nails digging into his skin. "Never like this. They never fucked me half as good as you do."

He hummed, his teeth grazing the side of your neck. "That's a damn shame," he mused, his hips keeping up that slow, deep rhythm that drove you mad. "'Cause you deserve to be fucked right."

As if to prove his point, he thrust into you even deeper. You cried out, your back arching, your nails leaving crescent moons on his arm. His arm tightened around your waist, the other hand reached up. His fingers brushed over your parted lips, feeling the panting breaths escaping you.

"Open up," he commanded.

Obediently, you parted your lips, letting him slip two fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them, sucking gently, tasting the salt of his skin.

"Fuck, love. Your mouth feels so good.”

You moaned around his fingers as they thrust shallowly in and out of your mouth. His hips picked up speed, slamming into you harder, faster, spurred on by the muffled sounds you were making.

He pushed his fingers deeper, until they brushed the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, your eyes watering, moaning around each thrust.

"Good girl," he praised, his thumb stroking your cheek, "taking my fingers so well, just like you take my cock."

Satoru's hips were pounding into you faster again. His arm around your waist held you steady as he thrust into you, hitting that spot inside you over and over until your eyes rolled back.

Then, his hand slipped between your thighs to find your aching clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in tight, deliberate circles, the calluses on his fingertips creating the most maddening friction.

Suddenly, Satoru pushed you forward, your face shoving into the couch cushions again. He draped his body over yours, pressing you deeper into the plush fabric, his muscular arm stretching above your head to keep your head down, his hot breath panting against the nape of your neck.

"Gonna come," he gritted out, his hips moving faster, harder. "Fuck, I'm gonna come so fucking hard."

You could only whine in response, the sounds muffled against the cushion your face was pressed into. Above you, Satoru let out a string of curses, his hips stuttering and jerking erratically against your ass as his orgasm hit him. 

He buried himself balls-deep inside you, grinding against your cervix as he pumped you full of his hot, thick cum.

"Fuck, fuck, you feel so fucking good," he babbled, his voice low and tight as he rode out his orgasm. "You take me so fucking good."

He shook and shuddered and cursed as he tried to catch his breath, his sweaty forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. 

Slowly, he straightened up, your hips still raised in the air, and released his grip on your head, allowing you to turn your face to the side and suck in a desperate lungful of air.

But he didn't pull out. Instead, he started thrusting shallowly into your oversensitive core, his softening cock sliding through the sloppy mess he'd made of you. The wet, filthy sounds of it made your face flame, made your core clench weakly around him.

Then, to your shock, he pulled out completely, making you both wince at the sensitivity. But before you could ask what he was doing, you felt his fingers between your legs, spreading your swollen lips apart.

"Fuck, look at that. You’re so perfect. Prettiest cunt I've ever seen."

You whimpered as you felt his cum start to leak out of you, dripping down your thighs and onto the sofa — the family sofa to be exact. But Satoru didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed fucking pleased by it.

Then, you felt his tongue on you, lapping at your used sex. 

He groaned as he tasted your combined arousal, the vibrations making you clench and shiver. His tongue dipped inside you, scooping out his own cum before licking a broad stripe up to your clit.

You gasped, your hand flying down to clamp over your mouth, stifling the desperate moan that wanted to escape.

"One more, love. One more for me. I wanna taste you coming on my tongue, wanna feel you come all over my face."

With that, his mouth sealed over your clit, as he started to suck in hard, rhythmic pulls, you knew you were done for. Your exhausted body had no defense against his ruthless onslaught, his tongue pushing you to the brink with embarrassing speed.

Your thighs started to shake, your abs quivering as the tension built and built, your core clenching around his tongue. Desperate moans spilled from your lips, muffled behind your hand as you tried to stay quiet. 

But fuck, it was hard when he was eating you out like a starving man at his last meal.

"That's it, that's my girl," Satoru encouraged between licks and sucks, his stubble rasping against your inner thighs. "Gonna make you feel so good, love. Ruin you for all other fucking men.”

It was too much, too intense, too fucking good. 

With a sharp cry that teetered on a scream, you shattered apart. Satoru fucked you through it with his tongue, drawing out your orgasm until you were boneless and shaking.

Finally, finally, he relented, pressing a few soft kisses to your twitching core before crawling up your body and collapsing next to you on the couch. 

He gathered you close, smiling at your weak grumbles of protest as he manhandled you into the position he wanted — tucked against his chest, your face pressed into his sweat-damp neck.

"You're perfect, you know that? Like you were made just for me."

His hand drifted up and down your back in soothing strokes, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. The gentle touch made you sigh, your body sinking even deeper into his embrace.

For a long moment, you just laid there in comfortable silence, basking in the bone-deep satisfaction of being so thoroughly fucked by the man you at least expected to ever fuck in your life.

"You know, Suguru's gonna kill me when he finds out about this."

You sighed against his throat, your fingers absently tracing the defined ridges of his abs. "Mm, probably. He made you promise to keep your hands off me, after all.”

"Wait, you knew about that?"

"Mhmm, he mentioned it once. To be fair, he was pretty drunk at the time."

Satoru huffed, his hand drifting lower to palm the curve of your ass. "Guess I fucked that one up, huh?" he drawled, not sounding the least bit sorry. 

"In more ways than one." You shifted in his arms, propping yourself up on your elbow to look down at him, your other hand coming up to stroke his stubbled jaw. "But seriously, this can't happen again, you know that right?"

Satoru leaned into your touch, his eyes drifting shut for a moment as he savored the feel of your fingers on his skin. "Yeah, I know. We just got a little carried away, that's all. Blame it on the alcohol."

You grinned, tracing the curve of his lower lip with your thumb. "Mhmm. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was—"

His eyes opened, fixing you with a heated look that sent a shiver down your spine. "Fucking good?"

"Yeah" Your hand slid down to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your palm. “Real fuckking good. But still, we can't do this again."

Satoru's hand continued to run over your ass, his touch sending heat through your body even as you spoke of ending this. "Definitely can't happen again. It would be a mistake."

You nodded, even as you arched into his touch. "A big mistake. Dad would kill us both if he found out."

"He would," Satoru murmured, his other hand sliding up your side, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast. "And I value my life too much to risk it. Even if the temptation is—"

His gaze raked over you, hot and hungry.

"Hard to resist?" you finished for him.

"Impossible to resist," he corrected, his hand cupping your breast now, his thumb grazing over your nipple. "But we have to. This can't be more than a one-time thing."

You bit your lip, stifling a moan at his touch. "Right. One fun night, and then we go back to normal. Like it never happened."

"Exactly." But even as he said it, he was pulling you closer, his hips coming up to meet yours, his length, already hard again, pressing against your core.

You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut. "Satoru—"

"One more time," he breathed, his lips brushing your ear. "One more time, and then we'll stop. We'll be good."

You knew you should say no, should put an end to this before it went any further. But god, the feel of him against you, inside you — it was addictive. You craved it, craved him, like nothing you'd ever known.

"One more time. And then never again."

"Never again," he echoed as he rolled you beneath him. His body covered yours, his mouth claiming your lips in a searing kiss before he buried himself deep inside you once more.

Little did you know, it wouldn't be the last "one more time" of the night. 

Or the morning. 

In fact, you lost count of how many times you and Satoru broke your "never again" promise before the sun finally rose.

Each time you thought you were finished, that you'd finally satisfied the hunger, one touch, one kiss, one whispered word would reignite the flames and you'd find yourself tangled up in him all over again.

Satoru was just that good. And you were just that far gone for him.

Heaven help you both.

── ࣪˖  ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

Next day you woke up with a serious hangover.

No surprise there.

You stumbled down the stairs, your head pounding and your stomach churning with the aftereffects of last night's alcohol. And, let's be real, the aftereffects of Satoru's very thorough attentions too.

The memories of what you'd done, of how completely he'd wrecked you, made heat rush to your cheeks even as a pleasant soreness throbbed between your legs. God, you could still feel the ghost of his hands on your skin, his mouth on your—

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in."

Your dad's amused voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked, focusing bleary eyes on where he sat at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other.

"Morning, Dad," you croaked, wincing at how wrecked your voice sounded.

He raised an eyebrow. "Rough night?"

You flushed, praying he'd think it was just the hangover and not the vivid flashbacks of Satoru pounding you into the couch. "Uh, yeah. Guess I partied a little too hard."

"I'll say." Your dad folded the paper and set it aside, standing up to grab a plate from the counter. "Made you some breakfast. Greasy eggs and bacon, perfect hangover cure. Eat up, then you can go sleep it off before your big tennis match later."

Right. Tennis. 

You'd almost forgotten about the match in the wake of last night's activities. The idea of running around a court in the blazing sun made your head throb even harder.

"Thanks, Dad," you said, mustering up a smile as he set the plate in front of you. "You're the best."

"Mm-hmm. And don't you forget it." Your dad settled back into his chair, sipping his coffee as he watched you dig into your breakfast. "So, you ready for your big match today? Coach says you've got a real shot at taking the title this year."

You swallowed your mouthful of eggs, trying to muster some enthusiasm despite your pounding head and sore thighs. "Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good about it. I mean, assuming I can get through the match without puking on the court."

"If you can party, you can play. No excuses."

"Wow, so inspirational. You should be a motivational speaker."

Your dad snorted. "I'm just here to keep you in line."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't quite suppress a smile. Your dad could be a real hardass sometimes, but he had a great sense of humor and a surprisingly laid-back attitude when it came to your occasional youthful indiscretions.

Perks of having a young, cool dad, you guessed.

"If I win today, maybe I should make this a pregame ritual," you said dryly, taking another bite of your breakfast. "Tequila shots and a good fu—" you caught yourself just in time, "fun. A fun night before every match."

"Good luck getting that one past your coach." Your dad shook his head, laughing. Then his gaze sharpened, his brow furrowing slightly as he leaned forward to get a better look at you.

"Hey, what's that on your neck? Looks like a bruise or something. Did you get hurt last night?"

Your hand flew to your throat, your fingers pressing against the tender spots you knew were littered with Satoru's marks. Shit, you'd completely forgotten about the hickies in your hungover daze. You probably still smelled like sex and Satoru's cologne too, since you hadn't had a chance to shower yet.

Satoru was probably going to be insufferably smug about marking you up like this.

Bastard.

"Oh, uh, it's nothing. I must've just... bumped into something. You know how clumsy I get when I'm drunk."

Your dad's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing as he studied your neck more intently. For a heart-stopping moment, you thought he might call you on your obvious lie, might put two and two together and realize just what — or who — had left those marks on your skin.

But then he just shrugged, leaning back in his chair and taking another sip of his coffee. "Huh. Well, be more careful next time, yeah? Don't want you getting hurt."

You let out a subtle sigh of relief, your hand dropping from your neck. "Yeah, of course. I'll be more careful, promise."

"Good." Your dad nodded, seeming satisfied with your answer. "Oh, by the way, I invited Satoru to come watch your match today. Figured he could use a break from all those long hours at the office."

You choked on your bacon, your eyes going wide as you sputtered and coughed. "You—you what?"

"Invited Satoru. To your match," your dad repeated, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "He's always been so supportive of your tennis career, you know? Thought it'd be cool for him to see you play in such a big match.”

Cool. Right. 

More like hell, considering the man had spent half the night with his head between your thighs and the other half fucking your brains out.

The thought of facing him now, in broad daylight, with your father right there beside him — it made your stomach churn even harder than the hangover did.

"Oh. That's... great," you managed to croak out, your smile so strained it probably looked more like a grimace. "Thanks, Dad. That was really... thoughtful of you."

"Wasn't it?" He grinned, looking pleased with himself. "I knew you'd be happy to have another friendly face in the crowd, cheering you on."

Friendly face. 

Jesus Christ. 

If your dad had any idea just how friendly Satoru's face had gotten with certain parts of your anatomy last night—

You shuddered, trying to shove aside the vivid flashbacks that kept flooding your mind. Now was so not the time to be thinking about Satoru's tongue or his long fingers or his huge, perfect cock—

Fuck. You were so screwed. In every sense of the word.

How the hell were you supposed to focus on your match, on winning the title, when all you could think about was Satoru's hands on your skin, his breath in your ear, his body moving over and in and around yours?

How were you supposed to look him in the eye, knowing what you'd done, what you'd let him do, how completely you'd surrendered to him in every possible way?

And how were you supposed to do it all with your dad right there, oblivious to the secret brewing between his daughter and his best friend?

You didn't know. You had no fucking clue. 

All you knew was that this match, this day, this whole goddamn situation was shaping up to be one of the most awkward, uncomfortable, excruciatingly tense experiences of your life.

And considering you once drunkenly hit on your TA in front of your whole class, that was really saying something.

But what choice did you have? 

You couldn't exactly tell your dad that Satoru couldn't come, that having him there would be way too distracting. Not without raising all sorts of questions.

You were just going to have to suck it up and act like last night never happened, like it hadn't changed every fucking thing between you and Satoru.

Easy, right?

God, you were so fucked.

next chapter ->

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anywayy, it will have three chapters in total and will be mostly smut, not gonna lie, but i really had fun writing it bc it's just pure tension, teasing and stupid conversations that i love to write haha. and also a ridiculously older satoru and a bold reader ?? i think that's my thing to write haha.

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[foreingersgod]

You (on my arm) . CH

pairing: caroline harvey x reader

synopsis: cute moments with kk throughout your relationship!

A/N: this came out kinda shitty, but i promise i’ll have better kk content coming haha

I wanna sit around and watch you do your hair

“you’re so pretty,” caroline sounded from the doorway of the bathroom “d’you know that?”

it was nearing 6:30 am on a friday morning. you hated getting up early with every fiber of your being, wanting to stay wrapped in caroline’s arms for as long as you could. but today, she had an away game, causing the both of you to pack an overnight bag and make an excruciatingly long drive.

you quite honestly looked a mess, dressed in your comfy clothes and your face decorated with the smallest amount of makeup. your hair was a disaster as you brushed it out, trying to style it in a somewhat presentable manner.

“shut up,” you laughed, looking at her through the mirror. she looked so good, also in her lazy day clothes as she leaned against the frame of the entry way, arms folded across her chest. she looked you up and down, smiling adoringly “i look like a disaster”

“not to me,” she came up behind you, moving stray hairs away from you neck so she could rest her chin on your shoulder. her hands planted themselves on your waist “you look gorgeous no matter what”

you turned your head, planting a kiss to her temple, humming against her skin. she sighed as she gave a gentle rub to your hip.

“love you” she mumbled, voice muffled by your sweatshirt.

“love you more” you confessed to her like you had a thousand times before. she was your person, your everything.

Talk it all into the ground

Have a ceremony there for something, don't know what it'd be

you were sprawled across the grassy meadow, long green blades standing tall, surrounding your body. your sundress rode up your thighs a bit, sneakers kicked off somewhere next to you. your arm was outstretched to your left as your hand fit snuggly into caroline’s. she laid next to you in the grass, smiling at you past the scattered flora. you looked radiant like this: skin glowing and sunkist, hair descending down your shoulders and onto the dampened earth beneath you, teeth sparkling as you let out the most infectious laugh.

she sat up, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her hand as she stared down at you. her free hand maneuvered over to toy with the hem of your dress, fingers gliding across the soft material.

“i’m gonna marry you one day, i swear”

your cheeks burned from the sun, growing even hotter as she said that. there weren’t enough words to describe how caroline made you feel, so appreciated and wanted and loved. you had every intention of marrying her. although for now it would have to wait, you hated the idea of planning things and balancing school and a job and a full on wedding at the same time. but you both knew, without having to say it, that it didn’t matter if you married or not. the love was there all the same.

“one day,” you mirrored her movements, also rolling to your side ��and i can’t wait for that day”

But it'd become nothing, it's nothing

And you'd smile at me

you had done it. through all the last minute study sessions, stressful midterms, and the nights spent crying at the kitchen counter as caroline rubbed your back sympathetically. you had finally graduated college. it was a beyond thrilling moment to slip on your gown and bobby pin the unflattering cap to the top of your head. just thinking of walking away with your degree made your stomach ache with excitement.

your high heel clad foot bounced against the floor as you stood in the long line. the room felt hot and crowded while you waited to make your way across that stage and get your degree. in the distance, the boom of the microphone could be heard echoing through the stadium as the names of the graduates were announced. with each passing moment, you were getting closer and closer to your turn. the hundreds of faces sat in the stadium made its way into the view as the line slowly inched forward. you strained your neck looking around the different sections, trying to find caroline’s familiar face.

unfortunately, your parents and the rest of your family couldn’t make it to this huge milestone in your life. you had gone no contact with the majority of them a while back once they ‘disowned’ you. when they found out you were dating caroline, a girl, they were furious and couldn’t stand having a daughter that followed such a lifestyle. your sister was the only one you stayed in contact with, but she was studying abroad and couldn’t make it back to the states in time to see you graduate. you were absolutely gutted about the whole situation.

but caroline was there for you through it all. sat with you while you sobbed the day before graduation because it was all settling in. she assured you that, even though it wasn’t the same as having your parents and sister there, she was going to be there front and center to watch you succeed. caroline was by far your biggest supporter, your rock through everything. you couldn’t believe you had gotten so lucky with someone so attentive and prideful towards you.

so as you finally reached the front, body shaking with excitement, your eyes bounced around all of the smiling faces. it was only when you handed the announcer your name card, taking your first steps onto the stage, you saw her. she was beaming ear to ear as she locked eyes with you. she had her phone out, ready to record her gorgeous girl accepting her degree. caroline had dressed up just for you, sporting a navy blue dress shirt and slacks to match the colors of your university. she watched as you accepted all the hand shakes, posing for pictures with the dean, and evidently walking off that stage with that cherished piece of paper.

you walked off the stage and started to make your way back to your seat to finish out the rest of the grad ceremony. you looked over to her, finally able to get a clear look at her face. you gave her an excited wave, showing off your degree to her. she clapped for you and blew you a kiss, still smiling as brightly as before.

‘i love you’ she mouthed ‘i’m so proud’

and you smiled, mouthing back to her with tears in your eyes ‘thank you’

I wanna be, I wanna buy you pretty little things

And never ever lie to you

“what’s all this?” you asked, stepping through the door into your shared apartment with caroline.

you had gotten off of work quite upset, driving home with irritation coursing through your veins. you got called in for a so called ‘emergency’ even though you had requested the day off for yours and caroline’s anniversary. in reality, it wasn’t an emergency, rather your boss just needed someone to run errands for him. your girlfriend was so sweet and had planned out the entire day to celebrate, you were in a bad mood the whole day wishing you could just got back home.

but when you walked through that door at around 7pm, the scent of pine wafting around the kitchen, your heart melted. a bouquet of your favorite flowers sat upon the marble countertop, a neatly sealed letter leaned against the vase. there was a small box that also sat next to it with a baby pink ribbon tied around it. caroline stood from where she was previously sitting on the kitchen stool, coming over to greet you.

“just wanted to do something since you had to work today, s’all” she shrugged, pulling you into her by your waist as you set your stuff down on table “happy anniversary, baby”

you felt like you could cry, tears welling up at your lash line. you had felt horrible for spoiling the day by going into work, but caroline was so sweet and understanding and always made sure you felt seen.

“caroline, you didn’t have to do this!” you gestured to the flowers and box, leaning in to smell the flowers “i spoiled our anniversary, i don’t deserve this”

“don’t be ridiculous, you didn’t spoil anything” she kissed your cheek, you could feel her lips curl against your skin “and of course you deserve it, you deserve the world. now open your gift!”

the small ribbon glimmered underneath your dim kitchen lights as you ran your fingers over it. you looked at her with a skeptical face, smirking slightly when she laughed at your expressed. she urged you on, promising that you would like the small little present. you untied the ribbon excitedly and lifted the lid carefully.

sat on a small bed of tissue paper, was the most beautiful charm bracelet you had ever seen. you instantly pulled it out, putting it up to your face to see it closer. it was only when you had gotten a closer look that you had realized what it was.

when you met caroline, you noticed she had always worn a small little bracelet on her left wrist. she told you about a month into your relationship that it was something she’s had since she was a kid, a way to keep important memories close to her. you adored the thing, always asking about the charms that she added and what her favorite ones were.

the bracelet she had gotten you was a near exact replica of hers. it shared a few of the charms that hers held, ones that you said were your favorite. but it also had several new ones. many came from the vacations you and caroline took together, others she bought because they reminded her of you, and one that had both of your initials in a heart. it was by far the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever gotten for you.

“caroline,” you exhaled, completely blown away “baby��i don’t know what to say”

she laughed, taking the bracelet from you and grabbing your hand. she delicately wrapped it around your wrist and secured the clasp. she pulled you in for a passionate kiss, wiping away the tears you seemingly couldn’t stop shedding.

“i hope you like it,” she said “i just know how much you like looking at mine and so i thought-i don’t know maybe it’s silly, but i thought you might like one of your own so we can match”

“of course i like it” you shook your head, looking back at your wrist to admire the charms “this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me…thank you so much, babe”

you spent the rest of that night on the couch, curled up into her side with a glass of wine as caroline explained each and every detail of the charms she picked out. she watched as you giggled at every fond memory she took inspiration from, noticing how you ran your fingers across the intricate designs of the little pieces, thinking about how much she loved you.

Watch you get dressed

And compliment your taste

she laid on your side of the bed, extended horizontally so that her stomach stretched along the width of the bed. her elbows were propped up to support her head as she watched your gorgeous figure from across the room. at first she was scrolling mindlessly on her phone to pass the time until you were ready to leave for your guys’ date, but now she was beyond distracted.

you emerged from the bathroom, hair done up and makeup dewy, walking over to your walk-in closet. you wore nothing except your nude bra and underwear, rushing around frantically trying to pick out an outfit. caroline was practically ogling at you, drooling at the sight.

“is this cute?” she had snapped from her trance when you came out, holding up a yellow dress to your body “i don’t know i can’t decide”

her eyes flickered back forth between your stressed expression and the frilly, lacey dress that had previously been tucked in some corner of the closet. she had seen you wear it a few times, remembering how much she loved the neckline and the way it flowed gracefully down your thighs. in truth, she loved everything you owned no matter what it was. she thought you looked good in everything.

she grinned at you, wanting to scream from how beautiful you looked “yea honey, that looks perfect”

“are you sure?” you asked again. she knew you liked things to be perfect, wanting to look your best for outings and such. but caroline always thought you looked your best no matter what “is it too fancy or anything? i don’t want to look like an overdressed loser or something-”

“hey,” she interrupted, making you quiet down and take a deep breath “you’re gonna look amazing, ok? you could be wearing a paper bag over your head and you’d still turn heads”

“you’re too sweet to me” you said rushing over to press a small kiss to her forehead before scurrying back into the closet to change. caroline observed you through the small crack you left in the closet door. not in a lurking way, she just wanted to appreciate her girl.

she bit her lip as she watched how you shimmied the dress over your hips, how you stuck your tongue out as you tried to zip up the back, and how you ruffled up your hair in the mirror probably a dozen times before deciding you were ready. then you waltzed out, just as beautiful as you were before, grabbing your bag and ushering her off the bed. you kissed the back of her hand as you interlocked fingers, making your way out the door.

man, she had really hit the jackpot with you.

…I'd be better armed

If you agreed to take it <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[osachiyo]

ʚ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɞ | fyodor d. & dazai o.

† ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs : fyodor dostoevsky & dazai osamu x fem!reader

† ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : nsfw content (mdni), rough sex, deepthroating, hair pulling, edging, uses of sex toys (dildo), pussy slapping, face slapping, spitroast, fingering, oral (f & m), unprotected sex (please be careful irl), fyozai is a warning in itself, degradation etc

† ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ : HAHA I TOLD U GUYS I'D DO A FYOZAI FIC SOMEDAY!! finally done with this, I wanted to make it longer but felt like I was holding it up for too long. happy reading & I hope you guys enjoy <3 not proofread!!

"aren't you just adorable?" Dazai smirked, cheek resting on his palm as he took in the view you offered them.

Tears dripped down your swollen and puffy cheeks, making your skin glisten. The two men infront of you merely chuckled, clearly enjoying your suffering.

You were beyond frustrated, being edged for god knows how long, thighs starting to ache from the squatting position as you rode that god forsaken dildo you used to fuck yourself earlier that night, behind Dazai and Fyodor's backs. You just couldn't help it, so so needy everytime they leave you alone. You were just a dumb little girl after all, their stupid little plaything. "are you enjoying yourself, dear?" Fyodor cooed, thumb wiping the salty water from your eyes as you shook your head vigorously. A hand wrapped itself around your hair, tugging on it harshly, "good," Dazai's tone was low, an edge to his usually cheery sing-song voice, making you shudder.

It was all so lewd, the way they could see everything, pussy squelching as your juices drip down the dildo, coating the cheap silicone with your essence. "does this feel better than our cocks, my dear? you did look like you were enjoying yourself quite a bit when you were pleasuring yourself like a little whore behind your masters' backs," Fyodor hummed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes holding a mysterious glint. His voice was flat and he held a perfect pokerface, making you unable to figure out if he was upset or not. You sniffled, cheeks puffed out into a pitiful pout, "n-no! I swear—!" you were cut off by your own gasp when the dildo started vibrating. You didn't know it could do that. The two men snickered between themselves, dangling a remote control infront of your dumbfounded face.

"what? cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" Dazai laughed, turning the vibrations up, making your whole body jolt as your eyes crossed slightly, pussy clamping down on the dildo so tightly that it almost slipped out, jaw slack as you tried your best to hold yourself together. "we knew all along, just wanted to test you," the brunnete cooed, tilting your chin up with his thumb to make you look up at him with those puffy, teary eyes that he grew to love. He leaned closer, wiping the tears dripping down your heated cheeks before squeezing them harshly, his breath tickling your ear, "and you failed."

You couldn't keep count of how many times they had denied your orgasm, making you beg, beg and beg, only to laugh at your face for being so pathetic and needy. Eventually, you became too tired from bouncing on the dildo. Now with your back against Fyodor's chest as he worked the toy in and out of your battered cunt while Dazai busied himself between your spread legs. You could feel his hot breath fanning against your clit as the ravened hair man fastened the pace of the pretty pink toy inside of your gooey cunt. "такая непослушная девчонка, да?" Fyodor's deep voice woke you from the trance you were in. You didn't understand a thing he said but god, him speaking russian made you clench harder on the vibrating toy, making Dazai's breath hitch as more of your sweet juices gushed out. You threw your head back when Dazai's lips wrapped around your clit, swirling his tongue around the aching bud, making you gush all over the place from the overwhelming pleasure. Fyodor only scoffed, pulling the toy out of you with a wet 'pop!' before you could fully enjoy the orgasmic bliss. "I thought I had made it clear that you are forbidden to cum without my permission, without our permission?" Dazai pulled away from your cunt begrudgingly, strings of your arousal sticking to his lips, "looks like our dumb little slut can't even follow simple rules now, huh?" He landed a swift smack to your clit just as you were about to protest, a pathetic cry escaping your plump and swollen lips. "now, why don't you apologize and beg for our forgiveness, my dear?" Fyodor cupped your breasts from behind, twisting and pulling at your hardened buds as you hiccuped, nodding. " 'm so sorry, I—!" you were cut off by dazai burying his face back into your pussy, licking and sucking on your lower lips. "continue," Fyodor sighed, rubbing small circles into your hip as you tried your best to collect yourself. It was so fucking hard to focus with Dazai between your pretty legs, his bandaged hands gripping your thighs apart as his nose bumped your clit everytime his tongue slipped into your warm, sticky hole. " 'm sorry that I..touched myself w-while you two were busy— mm!— and for- for being such a bad girl," you sniffled, fat tears dripping down your cheeks like two waterfalls, gasping when Dazai shoved two of his slim fingers into your cunt, curling them just right to have you seeing stars. "and— oh!— and I'll never ever d-do it again! just please— pleasepleaseplease let me cum! I'll be a good- good girl, I promise!" you sobbed, toes curling as the chestnut haired man's pace got faster, drilling his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace while his tongue worked wonders on your pearl. Fyodor's hand smoothed down your bare back, chuckling when the faintest goosebumps appear on your skin from his unusually cold temperature, "apology accepted. cum." And that's all you needed to squirt all over Dazai's face with a high pitched squeal, soaking his brown locks along with the collar of his shirt as he tried his best to swallow all your juices, not leaving a drop behind. "atta girl, did so good for us, yeah?" Dazai hummed between your thighs, voice muffled from your pussy. His voice was smooth, and an octave lower, dripping with arousal and carnal hunger for you, to ruin you beyond repair.

You were now on your hands and knees, worshipping Dazai's cock as Fyodor played with your oversensitive pussy. His cold fingers ghosted over your clit before cracking down a harsh spank on it. You cried and gurgled around the brunnette's cock. "easy now, darling. wouldn't want my pretty girl to choke," he cooed, wiping a stray tear from your eye. Your makeup was absolutely ruined, mascara running down your face in streaks along with your seemingly unending tears as your lipstick smudged and formed rings around Dazai's throbbing cock, from the tip to all the way down to the base. Fyodor wasn't at all happy with all of your attention on his rival, meanly pinching your clit between his thumb and pointed finger before landing another harsh smack on it. You jolted and tried to look back at him, but Dazai's grip was firm, locking your head in place as he thrusted up into your awaiting mouth. It was astounding how much strength he had, despite having being on the leaner side. He wasn't called the 'demon prodigy' for no reason. Your attention went back to the man behind you once again, when you felt something hot circling your entrance; his cock. It was so pretty, he wasn't on the girthier side but the length made up for it. You could see beads of precum pearling at his slit, letting you know that he wanted this just as much as you.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull when he finally, finally pushed into you, pussy sucking him in deliciously. Fyodor felt his breath hitch, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried his best not to moan from the feeling of your cunt gripping him so nicely, he couldn't, not infront of Dazai. The said man only chuckled, knowing exactly what was going on in the raven's mind, "feels good, huh?" Fyodor merely ignored him, focusing on the euphoric feeling of you wrapped around his cock. God, he didn't even realize how badly he had been wanting this, too intent on punishing you. Lithe fingers found your aching clit once again, rubbing the delicate pearl gently as he slowly rocked into you. You could feel him inside your tummy, setting your insides ablaze as he makes himself at home inside that sweet, sweet heaven between your legs.

Dazai, on the otherhand, was anything but gentle; fingers tangled in your hair as he held you in place, thrusting in and out of your mouth vigorously. Your jaw started to hurt, it'll most definitely be sore tomorrow but you didn't care. Not while getting pounded so nicely by Fyodor, as Dazai deepthroated you ruthlessly.

Fyodor was now slamming into you with much more force, blunt fingernails leaving small indents on your supple skin. His cock felt like it was about to burst, a creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock, while his eyes slightly rolled back from your pussy tightening around him. Your focus was now solely on Fyodor and the way he ruined your pussy so additively, and Dazai was not having any of that. Your eyes widened when you felt a sharp sting on your left cheek, before his thumb smoothed it down, "focus on this cock, yeah angel? god, fuuck— you're taking me so well," he moaned, yanking your head up and down by your roots, snot and tears dripping down your face at the roughness of it all.

The inside your lower tummy kept getting hotter and hotter, before bursting into flames as your orgasm hit you like a truck. " 's good— so goood—" you slurred, unable to think straight as the ravened man came inside you with one last thrust, slim hips flush against your ass, while he shot his load inside of you with a guttural groan. Dazai came shortly after, pulling out at the last moment to cum all over your face, some of it even got in your hair. You were utterly exhausted, eyes about to close— "now, how about..this time, fedya takes this little mouth, while I ruin that pretty pussy of yours further?" "I think that is a wonderful idea," Fyodor agreed, still breathless from blowing your back out.

you were so in trouble.

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[rae-writes]

your writing is really amazing damnn

If it's okay with you may I request a risky sex with Mephistopheles? Like imagine doing it next to Lucifer room, MC try so hard not get caught and moan while Mephisto purposely do it rough just to piss off MC

AND also imagine if Lucifer knock on MC door to asking about the noise while they are doing it and Mephisto tell MC to reply to Lucifer while still pounding on them so MC struggling to not making anything suspicious at all HAHA

hope you never lost your bottle cap thankss

nsfw // gn!reader // lowercase intended

"Shh, Mc. You're too loud- you don't wanna get caught, do you? Though you seem to like that idea."

papers and books littered the floor half haphazardly, having been swiped off the table in mephisto's desperation to have you then and there.

your chest was flush against the wooden table in your room, hands white-knuckling the sides for stability as he pounded into you roughly.

his own hands had a bruising grip on your hips, teeth bared with his fangs on show, growling right next to your ear, "fuck, you feel so fucking good-"

"m-mephisto!" gasping, your let your head fall against the table, "slow d-OWN!"

a knock at your door had your blood icing over, but it didn't stop the fire licking at your insides the faster mephisto went— the bastard was doing it on purpose.

"mc? are you alright?" lucifer. he must've been next door in the common room.

the rich toned chuckle from the demon behind you made it hard to think, "y-yes, 'm fine, just stubbed my t-toe." one of your hands stretched to splay over mephisto's abdomen, sending a silent plea to slow down.

he intertwined his fingers with yours and slammed the hand right back down onto the table, "no!" he hissed, "cum- now. fucking cum all over my cock even though lucifer's right outside the door. come on, give it to me, cum for me- now!"

you bit down on your lip harshly, tasting a copper tang. it flooded your mouth just as your walls began convulsing, cumming despite your wishes at mephisto's command.

"are you sure? I smell blood."

mephsito's free hand came around to pry your jaw open, turning your head so his tongue could invade your mouth and lap at all the blood that had pooled, "fuck, fuck, fuck, yes- just like that, keep tightening around me-"

desperate to get lucifer to leave, you bit at the male's fingers, shaking your head free of his grip to quickly exclaim, "yes! just hit it really hard, 'm fine, I promise!"

a noise of affirmation left the demon behind the door, footsteps fading just in time for mephisto to push you down harder with a low 'thud' and growl loudly-

"cumming!" he gave a few more frantic thrusts before stilling, panting hotly against your neck, "f-fuck...my human...mine."

"Hush, Mephisto. S'too loud- gonna get us caught...sounds kinda fun though, right?"

harsh panting filled the bedroom, mixed with moans and the occasional whine. mephistopheles sat practically boneless in his own chair- in his own bedroom- while you rode him desperately.

“missed you s’much, ‘phisto— wanted you so. fucking. badly.” nipping at his neck, you tugged on his hair until you were face to face, “you wanted me too, right? left me right at the edge before leaving for two weeks- s’mean to me. g’na make up for it.”

“i-i’m sorry, I can make up for it later, I p-promise!” mephisto let out another, louder, whine when you shifted your hips, “lord diavolo is going to be here any minute-!”

it was clear by the way you sped up that you didn’t care in the slightest; you knew what you wanted and you were taking it.

muffling his noises with his hand, he hoped that diavolo would just wait in the foyer until he made an appearance because honestly,

“o-oh fuck, mc, yeah like that-“

mephisto didn’t want you to stop. the way you were bouncing on his cock like it was your own personal toy had him keening— you just felt too fucking good wrapped around him. his legs were like jello from how well you were fucking him and mephisto wasn’t stopping for anybody.

even if they were knocking at the door. “mephistopheles? lord diavolo and I have arrived. your parents said you haven’t been out of your room for a while—“

“—are you feeling well, mephisto?” diavolo sounded so concerned, it would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t so focused on the demon in question.

gritting his teeth, mephisto rushed out a “i’m perfectly fine, my lord!” before he was crashing his lips on yours to muffle his whimpering. his eyes widened when you stopped bouncing, mouth threatening to let out a cry.

you hushed him, rolling your hips to grind instead. “you’re close, yeah, ‘phisto? i want it- give it to me. wanna feel it, please, please, please!”

he shook his head in defiance- like he had any choice when you worked his cock just right - and grabbed at your hips in an attempt to stop you, “not— shit, baby— not right now, by the devils, not right now-“

“are you certain? you sound a bit strained.”

slapping his hands away, you used one to grip his hair and the other to push him flush against the chair, “want. it. give it to me, mephisto, need it, pretty please? cum. for. me!”

mephisto gasped, voice louder than it should’ve been, “yesmylordi’mcertain!” before tapering down into a whisper, “fuck, mc, m'cumming! don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

your teeth found their way back to his neck, biting down over his pulse point, "good fucking boy."

"if you insist. barbatos and I shall wait downstairs for you."

he didn't have any time to reply before you were tugging him out of the chair and shoving him onto his bed.

"wanna sit on your face first. make me cum, too, 'phisto."

[theycallmebecca]

18+ Drabble: Nighttime Play

I can always tell when I've been reading something smexy... because well it gets my muse riled up haha. So here is a little drabble for y'all using a prompt from @the-slumberparty for their May event.

Title: Nighttime Play

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: voyeurism, semi-graphic sex

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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It was still dark outside when Ari found himself roused from his sleep.

He fought against whatever had woken him, refusing to give in, but something wasn’t right.

Forcing his eyes open, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table and mentally groaned when he saw it was just after two in the morning.

Not wanting to wake you by getting out of bed, he focused his attention on the world around him, trying to figure out what had pulled him from his own slumber.

Then he heard it.

Not the deep, even breathing that he was used to coming from your side of the bed, but a stuttered, shallow breathing that reminded him of other activities that took place in your bed.

Glancing at your side of the bed, he made out the pile of blankets that you had clearly pushed away from you. Annoyingly, it had created a small wall between himself and you, specifically what you were doing to yourself.

Very aware that you could sometimes lose yourself in your desire, Ari pretended to shift in his sleep to see if you were aware of him or not. When you didn’t react, he knew you were gone.

Slowly, he edged the blankets out of the way until he could see your side of the bed. Your head was tipped back over your pillow, and you had one hand in your panties while the other caressed one of your breasts with your nightshirt tucked under your chin.

He grew hard as he watched you touch yourself, but he waited.

When he’d gone to sleep around eleven, you had been reading a book on your phone. A spicy one, you’d told him, when he’d asked about it.

From the glow on the clock on your side of the bed, he saw that your phone wasn’t on the charger, which likely meant that this had all started from whatever had been in that spicy book of yours.

As he waited, his hand drifted under the blankets and he touched himself, noticing almost immediately how the blankets moved with him. Was that why you had pushed the blankets back? To not disturb him?

Then he saw your hand leave your breast and he watched you pull your shirt to your mouth then bite down on it as your body shook as you came, your cries muffled by the fabric.

“We both know you can be louder than that,” he said into the dark.

Your body stiffened, but you didn’t say anything as you rode through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

While you came down, he pushed the blankets out of the way and scooted over to your side of the bed. Then he pulled the shirt from your mouth, letting it fall back onto your chest.

“Ari,” you whispered, your voice husky from your activities.

“Babe,” he replied, grinning down at you. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I- uh,” you stammered, gesturing to the general location of your phone. “Reading.”

Ari snickered then leaned down to kiss you. “You could have woken me up, you know,” he said as he placed a large hand on your torso. “I could have lent a helping hand or two.”

“You were sleeping so soundly,” you replied. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I’m not asleep anymore…”

Reaching up, you pulled his face back towards yours and kissed him.

You didn’t often feel the need to get yourself off after you finished a book, but the one tonight had been jammed packed with hot, titillating sex scenes that had left you desperate for release before you could even consider falling asleep.

Your solo play had contained the fire, but now Ari was fanning the flames again.

“On your back,” you ordered, pushing against his chest. “I want to ride you.”

He complied and rolled onto his back, his dick standing tall and proud.

“Just how long were you watching?” You asked, arching a brow at him. You knew he was always game for just about anything and quick to respond to your touch, but he’d never been that hard just from a few kisses.

“A while,” he admitted as he casually tucked one hand behind his head. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Neither could I,” you replied as you positioned yourself over him. Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his member and lowered yourself down onto him.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned once he was fully inside of you. “Fuck.”

Placing your hands on his well-defined abdomen, you rocked yourself against him, adding a side to side motion every now and then to really drive him wild.

He let you pretend you were in control but you could tell his patience was wearing thin, you could see it in the tension in his arm tucked behind his head. He was biding his time, but he’d soon take control back, just like you wanted him to.

He lasted another thirty seconds before he snapped as he sat up abruptly.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he ordered. “Now.”

Thrilled, you scrambled off of him and onto your knees, bracing yourself with what was coming next.

He didn’t give you any warning before he plowed into you from behind. You lurched forward, but then his hands found your hips and his fingertips dug into the soft flesh there as he pulled back then slammed back in.

You cried out his name and curse words as he fucked you and soon it was all over. He slammed into you and you felt him jerk behind you as he came deep within you.

His release triggered yours and you shook as you came, your arms collapsing from exhaustion.

He stayed in you for a little longer before he pulled out and let your lower body fall to the bed before he collapsed next to you in the wadded up blankets.

The two of you laid there for several minutes, recovering, before he nudged you. “Time to clean up and pee,” he said.

You groaned, despite knowing you needed to.

“If I could pee for you, I would,” he said. “But I can’t.”

You forced yourself up and followed him to the bathroom. You did your business while he cleaned himself up. Then the two of you got back in bed and he curled himself around you.

“Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you, too,” he replied.

[raffe156]

Chain Mail and Silk

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - Little fluff drabble for the Knights AU

A/N - The brain rot I have for this AU is crazy haha I wrote this today while nursing a hangover from being out very late last night so please enjoy!

I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! Especially to the anon that started this DLC 🤣

Warnings - slight angst, forbidden love? Language, fluff, Age gap Relationship, Price (40) Tank, (25) she defo should be married off by that age haha

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank & Luke

Tags: @shuttlelauncher81 @fanficandartgal @deadbranch @soapyghost​ @mostannoyingbillioner @chb-7

“My lady, please let me finish it off for you, your fingers look sore…” Cece pleaded with you.

“No…it’s quite alright…ow…I want to do it myself”

A few more stitches an you were finished, your initials just legible in gold thread, it wasn’t perfect but it would do. You looked at Cece triumphantly.

“Very nice mlady”

“Let’s just hope he actually does ask for my favour after all that”

********

Price watched as you took your seat in the royal box, your father being an advisor to the king allowed for that privilege. He had donned his best armour and rode out onto the field, his heart pounding with anticipation. The slight scandal of him asking for your favour was not lost on him. He was the knight commander his mind was meant to be focused on battle plans and strategies, not wooing a lady of the court 15 years younger than him.

Your eyes fixed on him as he rode towards you. You had convinced yourself he wasn’t going to ask you and ask one of the other women instead, but there he was just below you with that eye crinkling smile that made your heart flutter.

“My lady, may I ask for your favour? Such a token would be an honour to an old knight commander such as myself” there were a few mumbles as you leant forward.

“Of course Sir Price” you handed him your handkerchief his hand holding on to yours for a few seconds longer than needed. As you slowly withdrew your hand Price looked down at the silk handkerchief, your initials embroidered in gold thread on the corner, just under the last stitch a tiny dark spot, you must of pricked your finger.

“Thank you my lady, I shall keep it next to my heart for it shall protect me better than any chain mail” he bowed his head as he folded it up tucking it under his breast plate. You bowed your head in return his kind words making your cheeks flush. The mumbling started up again, but you didn’t care, The knight commander had asked for your favour.

*******

The day was long and grueling, but Price fought with all his strength and skill. And in the end, he emerged victorious, having unhorsed all his opponents and won the tournament. Even at his age his level an skill never let him down even against men half his age.

As he removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt a surge of pride and joy at the sight of you stood applauding his final victory your eyes wide with excitement. He hoped Garrick had got the message to Cece that he wanted to meet with you later that night in the eastern tower.

*******

As the whole castle slept you creeped through the dark corridors all the way to the eastern tower a tall candle lighting your way. You climbed the steep stone steps to the top opening the door to the small room, you thought maybe Price had changed his mind as it was empty but then from the shadows he appeared his dark blue eyes as if light from behind greeted you from the dark.

“I thought you’d changed your mind” you placed your candle on a near by dresser.

“Never…” he closed the distance between you in one stride, his arms wrapping around you pulling you back tight to his chest his face buried in your hair.

“You did well today, I heard the king singing your praises and you made a lot of men very rich by the way” you rested your hand on the back of his head.

“I don’t care about making other men rich and I’d take you singing my praises over the king any day” he mumbled the words into your hair.

“Don’t let the king hear you say that…or my father for that matter…he still wants me married off to sir Luke the one with the highland cows” Your words made Price step back he hated when you spoke of your fathers numerous attempts at marrying you to the highest bidder, it caused his heart to ache and blood to boil.

“Sir Luke can gladly fuck off…” Price scowled at even the repetition of the name.

“Never mind all that…..what was it you wanted to show me?” There was that child like excitement in your eyes again, your hands clasped together tight.

“Sit down” he guided you to sit in the small seat by the candle light, the glow illuminated your face and it almost caused his heart to cease, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever had the grace to lay eyes upon and here you were entertaining an old fool of a man.

Price handed you a small velvet box. Inside was his gold signet ring, his family crest engraved on the front.

“I know this is not nearly as beautiful as your handkerchief," he said, "But I hope you'll wear it in some form as a symbol of my love for you” as he spoke you took the ring from the box and slipped it on to your ring finger holding your hand up to admire how it looked in the candle light, you smiled at him, your best smile only reserved for him, it made his heart pang back to life in his chest.

“It looks rather nice on that finger doesn’t it?” Your smile turned to a grin. Price gave you a small smile, he would love nothing more than to slip a wedding band onto your finger, fully an finally claiming you as his an him yours, for the whole kingdom to see, but that was a new kind of war he hadn’t yet planned a strategy for, but for now he simply agreed with you.

“It does my love…it truly does” he held your hand up kissing it just below where the ring sat.

******

You had both been talking for hours entangled on the old ornate lounger as the tall candle was now just a wick fighting to stay alight.

“You better get back to your chambers mlady…I’m sure Cece will be thinking I’ve had my wicked way with you…” Price nuzzled his face into your neck his beard tickling you.

“I’m sure she will be climbing the walls, that or hunting poor Garrick down!” You laughed at the thought as you made you way to the door Garrick was a highly decorated knight and had fought in many battles but he was terrified of little Cece.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You looked back at him.

“I’ll make sure to find you, maybe I’ll escort you on you afternoon ride? Cece permitting” He bowed his head taking your hand in his again to kiss it. You longed for his kisses on other parts of your body. Parts that made your skin run hot an heart to beat loud like a drum.

“I’d very much like that…” you made your way down the steep steps the cold wall guiding you down.

“Good night mlady” he bowed his head once more. This parting ways was always bittersweet as now you had to return to your respective roles only offering small glances an secret smiles across crowded rooms. Price watched as you made your way back to your chambers the glow from the moon lighting your way. Though it pained him, he knew you would hold his token of love close to your heart an he yours.

[kristinamae093]

A Wild Ride

Series - TRR - AU

Pairing - Liam x MC (Riley Brooks)

Summary - A small rewrite of the diamond scene from Book 1 Chapter 11 (Drake’s birthday) and… beyond.

Word Count - 2503... ish 🙈

A/N1- Welcome to my first attempt at smut. Nobody asked for this, this is entirely unprompted and unasked for (except by me haha). This is just where my brain went, and well... don’t judge me too hard lolololololololol. I’ve debated posting this all week, but I’m finally going to relent and just do it and most likely hide forever. But I have to shoutout @ao719 who encouraged me, and read through my first draft. 💚 All errors in this final version are mine and mine alone.

A/N2- I am considering this a part of the Ghosted AU, but only for ONE reason, and that is to put it on the same masterlist. But this is a ONE SHOT and DOES NOT ADD TO NOR CONTRIBUTE TO THE STORY WHATSOEVER. This is literally just an excuse to try my hand at lemony writing, nothing more. 

A/N3- This is my sad attempt at a submission for the @springfeverpitch event. I have no idea if this even qualifies, but they said anything smutty, soooo…... I’m going to test that theory with this, LOLOLOL. I have no idea what 'day' it qualifies under, (4?) I’m honestly not even sure what this monstrosity should classify as. 🤣🙈🙊

Base in play - Briefly First, but mostly Homerun ⚾💭🫡

TW - ⚠️ NSFW ⚠️ - Language, smutty filthy lemons, brief mentions of blood (.3 seconds worth). *⚠️ 18+ ONLY ⚠️*

Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Liam watched Riley as if she would give him the answers to all the world’s problems at any moment; she fully transfixed him. When he paid the operator of the bull, he assumed Drake would ride, since it was his birthday. But when Riley volunteered and bounced her way over, Liam knew already he was done for; the second she mounted that bull, he felt himself grow undeniably hard.

He observed with the utmost attention. The way her hips swiveled to keep in time with the jerky motions of the bull, the way her big, perky chest bounced from side to side as she tried to stay on the ride. She threw an arm back like a lasso; her cut off shirt hiking higher and higher up her toned midriff. He caught sight of her lacy red bra underneath, the sight practically enough to make him take her, here and now, for all to see. Everything about it was driving him mad with desire. 

At that moment, he would have cut off his right leg to trade spaces with the foreign object she rode. Give up the throne, throw everything away, all for her to tame him as if he were the rowdy steed beneath her. His mind swirled with fantasies as the saliva from his mouth fully dissolved.

When she flew off the bull, he was right there to help her up; after he had adjusted himself in his slacks. The two grabbed a shot, then another, and a couple more, adding to the already large amount of alcohol they had consumed. They finally made their way out to the dancefloor after way too many drinks.

It started slow and casual, nothing scandalous or arousing, although the chemistry between them made anything sensual. Then a particular song came on; Liam had never heard it, but the squeal that came from Riley and her excited bouncing told him she was familiar. He felt his cock stiffen a little more in the confines of his trousers as he watched her breasts bob up and down while she jumped; maybe it was the alcohol fueling his thoughts, but he couldn’t get the image of those tits bouncing in his face out of his mind. 

They danced face to face; Riley attempted to keep a respectable distance between them, as she knew they were in public. The court would not react well to them grinding all over each other. But Liam didn’t seem to have a care in the world, as he continued to pull her closer and closer. His gaze switched between gawking at her enormous bust poking out of her low cut top, and the way her hips swiveled and rotated to the rhythm. His hands probed her body, as if he needed to remember every crevice and curve. 

She swatted his roaming hands away. “What are you doing? We’re in public!” She giggled. 

Liam nuzzled her neck. “Don’t care.” 

Riley laughed harder. “Liam, what if someone sees us? Or you get recognized?”

“Let them watch.” He responded with a devilish smirk.

“I’m just saying the press would-”

Liam cut her off by capturing her lips with his own. Their tongues rolled together as they swallowed each other’s content sighs. One of Liam’s hands rested on her neck, the other falling to the small of her back and pulling her as close as possible. Their pelvises ground together, each letting out a soft moan at the friction. Neither cared at the crowd of other dancers surrounding them; the only thing that mattered was the two of them, and the undeniable sexual tension that seemed to have reached its boiling point. 

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Liam returned to his suite, a little wobbly on his feet, and immediately went to take a cold shower. His mind continued to swirl with scandalous thoughts about Riley and the things he wanted her to do to him, and vice versa. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to invite her back and ravage her like he truly wanted to. But he realized there was a high probability the pair would get caught sneaking around, and that would only cause more problems in the long run. And, he didn’t want to be this drunk when it did happen. 

He finished his shower and put on a clean pair of boxers and pajama pants before he slipped into bed, pulling up the covers to envelop his body. He lay on his back and fell into a deep slumber as fantasies of Riley filled his mind. 

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He awoke later with his senses filled by a fragrance of lilac and berry. He felt dainty hands lightly tracing the inside of his thighs, sending a shudder through him. A sigh escaped him as he felt tender kisses travel up his abdomen, soft hair falling to tickle his sides. He reached a hand out and threaded his fingers through long, silky, golden blonde hair as she continued her venture up to his neck. 

When she reached her quarry, she bit down hard enough to leave a mark and licked the affected area. She dotted kisses along his jawline to the other side and nipped his ear; Liam groaned and gripped her hips to grind her against his already freed erection. He had no time to ponder how he became disrobed, as he felt wetness gliding over his already aching member; she wasn’t wearing panties. 

“Riley…” He moaned. 

She raised her face to hover over Liam’s, “I saw you…” she whispered as she ghosted her lips over his. 

“Hm?”

“You were watching me ride that bull tonight… Wishing it was you… weren’t you?” She asked in between bites along his jawline.

“God yes.” Liam panted.

Riley’s face lit up with a cat-like grin before she grabbed his face to bring his lips to hers. Their tongues met and battled for dominance in a fit of passionate and desperate kisses. Liam slid his hands up her sides and realized she, too, was already naked. He massaged both of her large, supple breasts in his hands before breaking their kiss and bending his neck to take one into his mouth. He licked and suckled at it for a moment before moving to the other and showing it the same attention. After, he briefly lay back and marveled at her perfection, and those breasts that had been making his mouth water all night dangling in front of his face; just like he fantasized. 

Riley sat up, and he met her intent, lustrous gaze; her eyes clouded over with desire, hair askew, perky tits rising and falling with every labored breath, lips slightly parted. Liam watched, transfixed, as she ran her tongue over her top lip, and he thought he would cum on the spot. Liam reached out to embrace her and forcefully brought her lips to his; his dick painfully throbbing, aching to be inside her. 

She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled, the sudden, sharp pain causing Liam to moan. “You like that?” She whispered as she bit his lip. 

“Yes.” He breathed out, as he grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed. She ground her bare mound against him and an animalistic sound escaped Liam’s lips.

“Tell me what you want, Liam…” she coaxed as she sat up and positioned herself with her dripping pussy over Liam’s cock. She rubbed herself against Liam’s shaft, her hand pushing him deeper through her wet folds. She ground back and forth on his length, driving Liam absolutely mad.

“You. I want you, Riley. Please.” He begged.

“No… Tell me what you want… Exactly what you want.” She slightly raised herself and let his tip ghost her opening, before she slid him back through the entirety of her core. 

Liam gasped and twitched beneath her. The things she was making him feel were overwhelming every single part of his being. “I… I…” He stammered between breathless pants and moans. “I want you to ride me.” He finally spit out. 

She bit her lip and whispered, “Your wish is my command.” and lowered herself down onto him, both moaning at the sensation as he penetrated her tight opening. Her mouth fell open into an O shape, a high-pitched whine coming from her throat, as she sunk her body down on his length. Liam’s eyes never left her face as her tightness enveloped him, taking him to such a high level of euphoria he thought he would die at any moment. She rocked herself slowly back and forth on his cock, feeling him stretch and fill her in all the right ways.

“Oooooh… God, you’re so fucking big Liam!” Liam felt his dick twitch at her words and ran his hands up her sides to massage her breasts in his hands. She placed her hands against his chest, pushing her tits together as she started bouncing herself on his length. He analyzed her with rapt attention, her expressions, the sounds she was making. Liam released his hold on her and put his hands behind his head as he watched her work herself on him with a deep groan.

She picked up speed and ran both of her hands through her hair. Liam watched where they connected, seeing her pussy grip around him, the proof of her arousal covering his member and thighs. He looked up and saw her massaging her breasts with a lust blown expression; she saw him staring and bit her lip with a loud moan, causing him to whimper from the sight. 

Just when Liam thought he couldn’t take anymore, she sat back and positioned herself with her hands on his haunches, giving him the perfect view of her taking all of him in. She started slowly, but soon built a mind-blowing pace, taking him almost all the way out before slamming her hips back into his. Liam heard her whimpers increase in pitch and knew her release was coming. He felt his own building but was determined to make her let go first. 

“Oooooh God… Oh! Don’t stop… Don’t fucking stop!" she cried out as their already frantic pace increased. She reached a hand down and wildly rubbed circles over her swollen nub. Liam clutched her hips with a white-knuckle grip and increased their speed, hammering himself into her relentlessly. He matched her rhythm perfectly, thrusting himself to meet her hips. She threw her head back with a loud shriek; her tightness pulsating around him, wetness coating his already glistening member as waves of pleasure overtook her. 

“Yes! God... YES! Liam… You fuck me so good!” She got out through gasps and whimpers as jolts of electricity continued to course through her. 

Between her clenching around him and the things she was saying, Liam was a goner. He thrust into her three, four, five more times until he pulled her down forcefully to receive his load with a loud, primal roar. His vision almost completely blacked out, stars invading his view. He had orgasms before, sure, but it was like his soul was leaving his body. It was so intense, so powerful and all-consuming, like nothing he had ever felt before. 

Liam lay with his eyes closed for a couple of minutes, catching his breath. He felt Riley grasp his hand and opened his eyes to look at her as she remained straddling him. She brought his hand to her lips and smiled before she tenderly kissed each one of his fingertips. 

Liam closed his eyes once more and let out a content sigh. Somehow, someway, the evening ended as he hoped it would; all was right with the universe at that exact moment. 

His peace was short-lived as he suddenly felt a sharp pain course through his index finger. 

“Ow!” He cried. “Did… did you bite me, Riley?”

“You liked it a minute ago.” She smirked.

“That was different. This felt like you were trying to take a chunk out of my finger!” 

She giggled, “You just… you smell so good… so… sweet… like nuts… and honey…” she replied as she turned her head and deeply inhaled his palm. 

Liam furrowed his brow. “Oh… um… thank you?” He responded with uncertainty. 

“You just smell so… heavenly… and... mouthwatering…” she mewled as she licked his palm. 

"I do?" Liam asked, completely confused by her sudden shift in behavior. 

"Mmhhmmm."

“Like… like what?”  

“Baklava.” She said as she chomped Liam’s thumb. 

“Hey! Riley, that… that hurts!” He tried to pull his hand away, but Riley’s grip tightened. 

“But I bet you taste soooo good, Liam! I just wanna eat you up.” She started gnawing on his wrist, biting harder and harder; he swore she was breaking his skin. 

“Riley! Riley! Stop!” He yelled as he squirmed underneath her, but she would not relent. He felt a sharp, piercing pain in his arm and watched in horror as she tore a piece of flesh from his body; blood squirting from the open wound and covering the both of them. 

She thoroughly chewed his flesh with a satisfied smile before she went back for more. “Mmm…. sho good.” She rolled her eyes as she swallowed another chunk of skin. She slurped at the blood that surrounded her mouth before she returned to his wound, lapping at it like a deprived dog finally given water. 

“Riley! Riley! Stop! STOOOOOOOP!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Liam flew forward in a panic; his breathing rapid and labored, his elevated pulse thundering in his ears, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He frantically searched his darkened surroundings, looking to see if Riley was still there, but found no signs of anyone. 

He glanced down at his body and saw absolutely nothing; no marks, cuts, blood, or any signs of injury. He quickly pulled the blanket back and saw his pajama pants, just as they were when he had gone to bed.

Bastien heard Liam’s yells from his position outside and barged into the room. “Is something wrong, sir?”

“I…I don’t think so…” Liam answered unsurely as he rubbed his uninjured wrist. “Has… has anyone come in here?”

“No, sir. I’ve been outside your door since you arrived. Nobody has been here.” Bastien reassured him. “Why? Do you believe there’s been a breach?”

“No! No. Nothing like that. I was only asking. Thank you, Bastien.”

Bastien bowed with a bewildered expression, but left the room. As soon as he did, Liam stood up and made a quick dash to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror. 

He searched his reflection with intent; Liam saw that his neck and upper body were pristine and unmarked, no signs of the late-night fornication to be found. He checked other areas of his body, but no remnants of his wild encounter remained. He ran his hand through his lightly tousled hair and stared at his reflection for a long while, trying to make sense of what he could have just experienced.

He shook his head with a quiet laugh before he said, “I am never drinking tequila before bed again.”

[thewhumpcaretaker]

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⚜ 𝓐𝓼𝓴 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽: 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝒶 𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 ⚜

Aaaa okay so there's two pawn symbols and I initially mistook your ask for the white pawn because it was really small on mobile. So I already wrote the "sharing a bed" prompt and it's here if you want to see it! But then I realized my mistake and wrote this one too, for "patching up a wound." I guess you get a bonus fic, haha! :')

This is an alternate POV from the first chapter of Beyond Judgement! What was it like for Vincent to willingly let his worst enemy touch him to treat his gunshot wound?

TW: hurt/no comfort (kind of - John is trying to do everything he can, but Vincent doesn't see it yet), gunshot wound, dissociation, shock

The first scream whited out his vision. It wasn't just pain, it was the feeling of cold tweezers pressed against something internal that was never supposed to feel pressure. It was the hard, slick metal of the bullet dragging against his insides on the way out. It felt wrong. He did bite down on the tie in spite of himself, his eyes squeezed shut and his fists clenched into the fabric of the couch cushions almost hard enough to tear them. When he came back to himself a moment later, he was gasping.

No anesthetic in the house, insufferable. Fuck you, Wick. You show-off. Barely even human. "This is gonna sting." His outrage gave him just enough fuel to scream, muffled, through the splash of antiseptic into the bullet wound, burning like hellfire inside him. It was worse than the tweezers by a long shot. He really yowled, like some wild cat. He had to stop making so much noise. Stop giving this asshole the satisfaction. When his eyes had finished rolling back in their sockets, he tilted his head up to scrutinize the face of the man he hated. He had to be enjoying this. Had to be gloating over every sound Vincent made.

But his face was impassible as he dabbed at the edges of the bullet hole. No sign of pleasure. Yeah, well...he was probably just a mindless brute anyway. Somehow that was even more embarrassing. Vincent wasn't even enduring torture, just being prodded by some nobody who didn't care one way or the other if he lived or died. And yet he was making a scene over it.

As if this couldn't get any worse, John picked up a needle. "Stitches."

Why bother with the warning, asshole? It doesn't make it hurt any less. But he needed all his focus to hold his breathing steady. He felt faint. Don't scream again. He locked his jaw in place and his eyes onto John's face, refusing to look away from him this time. He was going to glare at him through this entire process.

The needle began to rise and plunge and he held his breath in the effort not to cry out. Narrowly, he succeeded in shoving everything down. The pain seemed to settle into his bones instead, a deep tension freezing him slowly in place. What was happening to his body? He was getting so cold. Tighten up even more, don't shake. Mercifully, the center of his chest was starting to go numb. Everything was a little numb, in fact. Maybe he had simply short circuited and couldn't feel anything more. Well, good enough...but he hated the way it made him want to lie down, to go to sleep, to be in something resembling an embrace. In the wake of rage, a despair sunk into him.

John's face suddenly seemed very abstract, very far away. He could look at it for what it was - a heavy, soft thing, bristling with stubble, soulful and dark beneath brows knit together. He looked almost...concerned. What could he possibly be thinking? Pitying me, probably. He was too humiliated to even hate him for it. He just let his eyes go dead and rode out the deep wave of shame that rocked through him.

It was then that his phone went off. It was a welcome distraction - anything to get him out of this woozy trance. If one more thing went wrong, he felt ready to break entirely...

[magnoliabutters]

• I CHOOSE YOU •

pairing: neteyam x augustine (na’vi/avatar oc, she/her)

summary: augustine reflects on her relationship with eywa and her creations - most notably, her blossoming relationship with neteyam

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 references and avatar wow spoilers; quick side story to the past, jealousy, angst, arranged & complex relationships, slow burn; hot and heavy, implications of a certain something, misspelling eywa cuz dyslexia, etc.

word count: ~5.8k

• part 3 • eywa’s choice • series •

note: welcome to part 3! more more more! there are def more na’vi words up in this one. i've linked the words that have direct links, but for those who don't are bolded and have a footnote at the end of the section to support your reading. definitions and phrases found on learn na'vi. also italics for going back in time. just my apologies haha she be all over the place

Neteyam rushes after Pipxì. His mind racing. He never meant to hurt anyone. He understands what is expected of him, what is expected of them both.

The two began as close friends, supporting each other through the months leading up to their Metkayinan iknimayas. They even received their tattoos, hunters' garments, and song chord beads together upon the passing of their rites. On that very same day, Ronal prophesied Neteyam and Pipxì's child to be the one to lead the next generation of Na'vi to victory over the sky people.

Two children already born of great warriors. Their brave generational lines would join together to create an unstoppable force to lead the Na'vi people. With something so important, Neteyam hoped that it would feel right, but it never did. His heart was always elsewhere. It was back at home, the forest. Nothing was the same between him and his friend after that day.

Pipxì leads Neteyam to a deserted cove. She hops off of her ilu and onto the volcanic rock resting above the water. She walks forward, her arms crossing over her chest. "Pips, please," Neteyam calls out as he rushes behind her. She turns around quickly. An abundance of anger displayed upon her face. "You know what is expected of us, Neteyam," she seethes through her teeth. "Yes, but-" he starts. "We do not get in a choice in this. We are promised," she yells in frustration.

"We should, Pips," Neteyam suggests softly. His brows push together in frustration. He grunts, throwing his hand up. "We should get a choice. We are hunters, warriors. We should choose our own mates." Pipxì hisses as her upper lip begins to tremble. "This is what Eywa wants," she says, turning her back to him. "Ronal can be wrong," he mutters. Pipxì quickly looks back at him with shock on her face. She rushes towards him, her ears back. "Do not disrespect Tsahik," she demands through gritted teeth. "The all-great mother chooses. Not us," she spits out as her eyes peer down to their feet.

"Then why does this not feel right, Pips?" Neteyam asks with concern written throughout his face. Pipxì's eyes raise to his. "We are not meant to be mates," he whispers. "You know this. Your own heart belongs to another." She breathes heavily as her ears raise. "You remember?" he asks as he guides her chin up with his finger. "When we rode our tsurak together for the first time." She pulls her chin from him. Her eyes begin to well as she refuses to look his way. He follows her, attempting to gain her eye line. "Your heart belongs to Itso," he whispers.

"I am not promised to Itso," Pipxì yells back. Her ears flat as she pushes against Neteyam's chest. "You would have been," he continues. He raises his hands as he looks at his friend in pain. "If you had a choice." Pipxì shakes her head, an annoyed smile forming on her right cheek. "You are as stubborn as they come, Suli," she spits out. "It’s that demon blood. It makes you stupidly optimistic." He pulls away as his eyes fall to the ground. His nose twitches as he feels the burn of her statement. He knows she did not mean it.

Pipxì takes in the sight of Neteyam. She cares deeply for her closest friend, but cannot separate her anger from her concern. She takes a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. "We don't get to choose,” she says as though it disgusts her. “I don't get to choose Itso. She will never be my mate," she whispers. "The same way Augustine will never be yours."

Pipxì walks through Neteyam, brushing harshly against his shoulder. She calls out to her ilu and quickly jumps on. Neteyam turns to watch her dive under the clear waters. His heart filled with sadness. In his eyes, there is nothing right about their pairing. He believes they are destined to be friends, without a doubt. Not at all mates, yet they are forced together. They both belong to others, yet they are forced. Why?

With an overwhelming amount of stares from the Metkayina people, Augustine slides down the rock and onto her ilu. She hops upon the saddle, makes the bond, and swiftly dives under the water. She wishes to be anywhere but here. She wishes she never left the forest, never left her home. Her ilu frantically swims through the waters. This time she was ready. Her embarrassment, hopelessness, disappointment, fear - all fuels her muscles. It makes it so her hand is completely clenched onto the notch of her saddle.

She feels tingles atop her skull, her body communicating the need for air. She chooses to ignore it. Her eyes closed. Her ilu frantically navigating the coral without a care in the world. She feels sobs erupting from her throat. She wonders if one could even cry under water. The second sign of her body needing air hits her intensely, even her ilu feels it. Their navigation now slow and clumsy. The lightheaded feeling leaving Augustine's grip looser and looser.

Finally, Augustine breaches. She gasps in the air as she rests against the neck of her ilu. "I'm so sorry, girl," she says as she cries against the smooth skin of its neck. The ilu pushes its head against her cheek, feeling her deep sorrow. Augustine quickly stifles her tears to look around her surroundings. She finds herself on the other side of Awa’atlu. Luckily, she is closer to the Sully pod. "Come on," she directs as the ilu changes direction towards the shore.

She jumps off of the saddle and lands her feet into the sand of the ocean. The water barely at her knees. She turns to grab her queue, but stops to look into the eye of her ilu. She takes a moment to ponder and then a slow solemn smile grows upon her face. "May I call you Aazll? I always thought that was a pretty name," she whispers as her hand strokes the ilu's side. She closes her eyes as she feels a rush of warmth and acceptance. "Thank you, Aazll," she replies as she opens her eyes. "I will see you again," she nods as she separates her queue. Aazll quickly dives into the water and swims out beyond the reefs.

Augustine runs up the sanded beaches and into the village. She tries not to be paranoid of those staring at her. She wonders if this is the regular curious and nosey staring she has received since she arrived, or if its staring because they know what she and Neteyam did. She wonders how fast news travels within the clan. She begins to feel tears well in her eyes. She runs faster and faster through the crowd, hoping she will make it back to the pod before she explodes.

Once she finally jumps into the Sully hut, she finds Neytiri preparing a fish. Her eyes quickly flash towards the distressed figure moving through the front entrance. "Augustine, what's wrong?" Neytiri asks as her brows pull together in worry. She quickly stands from her sit and wraps her arms around the poor girl. Augustine begins to sob, knowing full well that she would not be able to hide her emotions from the closest thing she has to a mother. Neytiri pulls her in close, brushing away the tear-soaked curls that have stuck to her cheeks. "Are you okay?" she asks softly as she guides Augustine down to the netted floor.

"I've made-" Augustine stops herself, taking in a long shaky breath. "I've made many mistakes since I came here," she continues. Neytiri pulls away, confused. Her ears flatten and quickly raise as she takes in Augustine’s tearful eyes. She sucks in breath and returns back to holding the child closer into her chest. "I see you, Augustine te Uniltìrantokxolo’ Ewtoä'ite. You are Omatikaya. You are one of the people," she says proudly. She gently places her hands upon her cheeks, raising her eyes up towards her's. "Whatever mistakes you have made can be forgiven by the great mother.”

Augustine leans deeper into Neytiri’s embrace. She stifles sobs against her chest. The confusion, the ambiguity of everything that has happened in the past few days has placed her in quite the flurry of emotions. She is thankful to have Neytiri. Thankful that Neytiri has welcomed in yet another motherless child. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Neytiri asks softly as she slightly pulls away. She pushes back a strand of hair behind Augustine’s ear. Augustine’s heart began to race. She didn’t want to lie, but she also had no idea of how to share the truth with Neytiri. She would be talking about her son after all.

“Neteyam,” Augustine whispers as she slowly raises her eyes to the mother figure. Neytiri’s face remains still, but her ears flatten quickly. She takes in a breath. Her hands never moving from their comforting spots. “My sweet Augustine,” she coos as her fingers gently rub against her skin. “Everything will go as Eywa intends,” she says as she brings Augustine’s eyes towards her. With a smile, she adds, “Listen to your heart. It does not make mistakes.”

Augustine grins as she wipes a tear from her eyelashes. “Oel ngati kameie, Neytiri,” she says. Neytiri smiles and brings her into her chest for one final embrace. “It is still early,” she says, pulling away. “You should not waste this day.” Augustine nods and stands alongside her mother figure. She squeezes Neytiri’s hand as she walks out of the pod.

uniltìrantokxolo’: avatar clan

oel ngati kameie: i see you

The sun is at its brightest. Augustine’s eyes squint, as she struggles to gather her surroundings. Before her, she sees several of the people gathered for a meal. Their eyes remain unwelcoming, but she expects nothing different. She is still a stranger. Let alone a stranger who was seen kissing a publicly promised Na’vi. It has been quite the journey from being the most overlooked to the most watched.

As Neytiri said, she did not want to waste this day. She walks down to the edge of the docks once more. She shouts and clucks out to Aazll as she simultaneously dives into the warm water. Aazll quickly appears below her, now a strong connected piece of who she is. She makes the bond and continues swimming through the current. She wishes to hold her breath even longer after today’s training. She hopes that Neteyam will find her amongst the reefs so they can continue their lessons. Or so she can simply see him once more.

Augustine cannot help the smile that forms on her face as she notes the improvements of her breath. She counts slowly in her mind, as she feels her long hair float above her head. Aazll happily swims circles around her. The number continues to get bigger and bigger with each breath. It seems easier if she closes her eyes. She can solely focus on her breathing. She enjoys the feeling of being weightless. There is beauty in allowing all her muscles and joints to relax as the ocean holds her. A comforting, fully immersive, hug she has never known before, never been able to appreciate. She finds herself jealous of the Metkayina.

In Awa'atlu, the entire ecosystem is in tandem with itself. A perfect harmony. Whereas, in High Camp, all of Ewya’s forest creatures have only recently made peace in the first war against the sky people. There are still a few kinks that need to be smoothed out. Everything is different in Awa’atlu, even the water feels different here. Augustine senses a deeper connection to Ewya, as opposed to the still waters of the ponds or the rush of the rivers. Augustine remembers fondly of her complicated relationship with the element…

When she and the Sully kids were younger, back when Tuk was still a toddler, they would often find themselves near the creeks. She loved how clear the water was. How you could easily see smoothed rocks at its bottom. How safe she felt amongst her brothers and sister. How she need not worry about anything beyond her upcoming rites and how to be the best hunter.

At a certain point im his development, Lo’ak began to complain about every little thing. “The creek’s boring,” he whines. “Why can’t we go to the river bed like the Entu?” Kiri rolls her eyes, so much so you could barely see her pupils anymore. She was never a fan of Lo’ak’s whining. Spider, on the other hand, continues to nod his head and agree with Lo’ak’s every move, every decision, as always.

“Lo’ak, the boy with nightmares, wants to go to the Kaspavan River with the Entu,” Neteyam chuckles to himself. He skips a rock across the creek. Augustine watches, jealousy erupting in her chest. She had been practicing how to skip rocks for the past year or two. Yet, somehow he does it so effortlessly after a week of practice. Everything came so easily to Neteyam.

Lo’ak grunts at the direction of his older brother. “Gusty, Kiri,” he says with a smile. “What do you two think?” Kiri scoffs, as she bumps her shoulder against Augustine’s. “Anything to stop your crying,” she mutters. Lo’ak sticks his tongue out at her, cuing another roll of her eyes. He turns to Augustine with brows raised. She smiles as she quickly glances over at Neteyam’s disapproving eyes. “Let’s go,” she whispers in excitement.

Spider and Lo’ak jump around in excitement. They snicker as they both lead the way towards the river. Kiri reluctantly follows behind them. She always enjoyed their adventures, yet was always simultaneously annoyed. As Augustine rushes to join them, Neteyam grabs hold of her wrist. “This is not smart, Augustine,” he says as slowly pulls from his grasp. She laughs, rolling her eyes. “I’m not trying to be smart, Nete,” she whispers as she runs ahead. A smirk sprawls across her face. Neteyam is well-known for hating that nickname.

As Lo’ak pushes through the forest clearing, Augustine’s heart begins to increase its beats. She hears the rapids before she sees them. Kiri crosses her arms across her chest as she steps into the cold water. Augustine hesitantly walks forward. She cannot see the bottom of the river, only rushing movement so fast it hurts her eyes.

“Kiri, you go first,” Spider laughs as she gently pushes the girl. “No!” Kiri giggles as she grabs hold of Spider’s arms. She pulls him closer, attempting to drag him into the mud. As the young one’s play beside the river bed, Augustine’s eyes watch a floating branch down the river. The water overflows the branch and brings it back to the surface repeatedly. She would hate to be that branch.

Neteyam continues to listen in on his siblings play-fighting, but his primary focus is on Augustine. He is perplexed by the frown slowly forming on her lips. “Lo’ak should be going first!” Kiri yells. “He wanted to come here in the first place!” She begins to grab at Lo’ak’s hands. He tries to run with the hugest smile on his face. Spider quickly wraps his arms around his waist, holding on as tight as he could.

Augustine’s head follows the branch as it passes by them. As the current curves behind a thick bush, she steps one solid foot into the river. She leans closer to see the fate of the branch. Violently, it crashes against two submerged rocks. The wood shattering and shooting out throughout the river’s width. Neteyam watches in concern as Augustine winces at the sight. “Maybe we should head back to the creek,” he suggests.

With a huge bustling laugh, Lo’ak spins within Spider’s embrace and now is dragging him into the river. Spider’s bare feet dig into the mud, but have no traction. He playfully screams as he wriggles in Lo’ak’s grasp. Abruptly, Lo’ak throws Spider into the river. He throws him with all his might, not thinking to care where he may land. He throws him with all his might right into Augustine.

Augustine falls with hands first into the river. She can barely hold herself up in the shallow water as the current ignores her every wish. “Augustine!” Neteyam yells as he rushes in behind her. Kiri immediately stops playing and grabs hold of his shoulder to stand steadily against the water’s strength. As Augustine attempts to push up from the ground, her cheek is repeatedly hit with the strong currents. Spider runs behind them. The water almost half way up his body. Neteyam hurriedly turns to Lo’ak, “Keep Spider back!” His brother never moved quicker than in that moment.

Kiri instinctually grabs against Augustine’s top. The woven cloth gives enough leeway that Augustine is able to breathe for a few seconds uninterrupted. Neteyam then hooks his arm around her waist and pulls her out the rushing water. He holds her close to his chest, never wanting to let her out of his sight again. His nostrils flare as he furiously side eyes his brother.

As soon as she gains a few good breaths, Augustine pushes out from Neteyam’s grasp. He hadn’t even noticed he was still holding on. “Lo’ak, you skxawng,” she yells through a hoarse voice. She pushes a hand against his chest as he stumbles back with a concerned eyes. Her voice box pains her. She reaches at her throat, and immediately recognizes the missing sensation. Her eyes widen, her ears flatten as she quickly rushes back into the water. “No, no, no,” she mutters on repeat.

“What?” Kiri asks as she involuntarily imitates Augustine’s erratic searching movements. “My mom’s choker,” she says in a panicked tone. She barely has time to acknowledge her first drowning. With quick eye contact, Spider and Lo’ak rush down the river bed - hoping to find the necklace stuck to one of the many rocks. “We’ll find it,” Kiri whispers as she places a comforting hand to Augustine’s shoulder. The other covers her nervous mouth.

Neteyam’s lips twitch as he grunts at the sight. Under his watch, Augustine almost drowned and has lost the dearest item she has of her mother’s. He wishes he could simply blame Lo’ak. It was his idea after all. His actions that led to her in the freezing river. But Neteyam is the eldest. He is always responsible. He is responsible for the tears falling from her cheeks…

Augustine never did find that necklace. Before Awa'atlu, the water was a never ending reminder of loss, risk, and danger. It’s freezing temperature was a perfect representation of how little it gives and how much it takes. Now, the water is confusing - maybe even a new element. It’s warmth is inviting. It’s safe and reliable waves bring comfort to Augustine’s sporadic thoughts.

Aazll notices Augustine’s lost in her own mind. She floats just underneath the ocean’s surface, a smile upon her face. Aazll quickly brushes against Augustine’s cheek, causing a giggle to fall from her lips. She rushes to breach the surface as she continues to chuckle to herself. Her hand runs over Aazll’s soft skin. Her other hand plays with her father’s Olangi necklace. “Irayo,” she whispers.

“Has lover boy not shown you sign?” A low voice appears. Augustine pulls her eyes from Aazll and onto a tall Metkayina man who glides beside her on his skimwing. A wave-like tattoo crashes in from the tops of both arms and across the sides of his pecks. Augustine found it hard to keep her eyes from the art. The hunter’s hair is long, beautiful, and curly. “L-lover boy?” she says slowly, trying to get her eye line back to his. “Ilu are better at understanding signs, especially without a bond,” he says again with a smile.

“Oh,” Augustine responds. She remains confused. Where did he even come from? “Wait, what signs?” The man laughs, shaking his head. He slides into the water gracefully and floats alongside her. “What are you called?” he asks. “Oeru syaw Augustine,” she answers. She watches his every move, still suspicious. “Ah, I thought you were the new girl,” he says with another chuckle. “New girl?” you ask with an incredulous laugh. “Yes, you’ve been the talk of the village,” he says as he swims ahead of her. “All good things,” he mutters with a smile. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“I’m sure,” Augustine says sarcastically. “Well, welcome to our village,” the hunter says sweetly. She smiles. Finally, a good simple interaction with one of the Metkayina. Maybe she wouldn’t be an outsider for much longer. “Thank you,” she responds. He shoots her a smile and quickly turns to Aazll and his skimwing. He gestures towards them both with a nod. “This is ‘thank you,’” he says as he repeats the gesture. “We use our hands to speak under water. It’s how we speak to our brothers and sisters in the sea.”

Augustine’s face beams. She loves learning new things - to challenge her intellectual mind. What better challenge than learning an entirely new language? Something that will bring her closer to the people? The hunter watches as her eyes widen. “Just as I say ‘Oel ngati kameie, Augustine,’” he adds as he gestures a hand from his forehead towards her. Her face scrunches together as she giggles. “What else is there?” she asks. Her excitement is now palpable. She places an unexpected hand against his forearm.

The man watches her hand and slowly raises his eyes back towards her. “Would you like me to teach you?” he asks slowly. “Yes, I would like to know more,” she answers with a hopeful tone. “I’d love to teach you, Augustine,” he softly responds with smile. Her cheeks become flush. She laughs nervously, attempting the break the energy between them. She does not understand the static in the air, but it does make her slightly giddish and uncomfortable. “You can call me Gus or Gusty if that’s easier,” she suggests. “I like Augustine,” he states smoothly. She nods, biting the edge of her lip.

entu: male na'vi

irayo: thank you

oeru syaw: i am called

Augustine spent the remainder of the day alongside the hunter. They eventually made their way to a reef, sitting cross-legged across from each other against a smoothed surface. He remained sweet and patient with her as she learned the Metkayina sign language. She wanted to make sure each of her gestures were accurate and could not be misunderstood. She wanted to be absolutely perfect after all.

“Swim with me,” she mutters slowly as she gestures before her. The man smiles as he nods. “Hell yeah,” she joyfully yells. “And…” she begins to gesture. “Follow with me?” He laughs, shaking his head. “You can leave out ‘with,’” he says while gesturing. Her studious face left him with a smile so large it hurt his cheeks. “Okay, okay,” she says as she nods. She begins to gesture again, her eyes focused on his. “Follow me,” she whispers. He laughs, nodding his head.

The hunter turns behind him to note the eclipse beginning to overtake the sun. He sighs as he looks back at her sweet smile. “I must go now, Augustine,” he mumbles. “Aw,” she whines. She is so excited to learn again. She wishes she could learn all through the night. She nods as she watches his iridescent dots glow brighter as the light grows darker.

As he stands, the hunter calls out to his skimwing. He notes a familiar figure approaching. A smirk pulls to one side of his cheek. “You should get back to land before it’s too dark,” he says as he points back to the village. Augustine quickly stands to join him in the water. “Wait, what are you called?” she hurriedly asks as he softly pulls his queue onto his chest. “They call me Aonung,” he murmurs. “I’m sure Neteyam will tell you all about me.” He laughs at something behind her as he pulls away from the reef.

Augustine follows his eye line to see Neteyam. Finally, she thinks as she instinctually rushes towards him. “Neteyam,” she shouts excitedly. Her steps halted as she watches his furrowed brow in confusion. “How long have you been talking to that kurkung?” he asks as he swiftly jumps off of his ilu and onto the reef. He determinedly walks over to the other edge of the surface as he watches Aonung’s skimwing dive underwater.

“Neteyam,” Augustine gasps. She has never heard him speak like that before, address anyone like that before. She walks slowly behind him and places a hesitant hand to his upper back. His skin is hot, surprising to the touch. “Augustine, you shouldn’t speak to him again,” Neteyam states as he quickly turns to face her. She takes a step back, completely taken aback. ��What’s wrong?” she asks with her hands raised. “Aonung will not have pure intentions with you,” he states as his ears flatten and he bares his teeth. “Pure intentions?” she asks, scoffing in disbelief. “He doesn’t need pure intentions to teach me-”

Neteyam half-heartedly laughs, as sucks his tongue against his cheek. “He wasn’t just teaching you - No, Augustine. He knows,” he scoffs. He places a gentle hand upon her elbow, attempting to guide her to Aazll. Augustine pulls her arm from him. “Knows what, Neteyam?” she sighs. She takes in a deep breath as she places more distance between them. “I’m so tired of this. I feel like you’ve been speaking in riddles.” She brushes her hands through her hair. She shakes her head, clouded by all the confusion. “I am the last one to know anything. Just-” she starts. Another sigh escapes her lips. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

Neteyam’s brows pull together. He hates watching her in pain. He hates it even more knowing he might have had something to do with its cause. "I don't trust Aonung," he starts. "He isn't just teaching you out of the kindness of his heart." Augustine throws her hands up. "All I care about is that I'm being taught," she mutters. "Maybe if you were more focused on teaching, I wouldn't have to learn from Aonung," she says with a bit of snark to her voice.

Augustine watches as Neteyam's jaw clenches. He takes one strong stride towards her and is already a mere inch or two away from her lips. "You would rather I just teach?" he whispers. His eyes spark electricity in her heart. Her skin feels on fire, despite the lack of touch. Her entire body is drawn into him, desperate for his soft skin, his lips. "No," the whisper escapes her mouth. It is almost as though her body betrays her. It gives in to the vulnerability that she is initially frightened to share with him.

"That's what I thought," Neteyam murmurs as he moves a bit closer. He can smell the sweetness of her hair. He can see her gorgeous iridescent beauty marks scattered throughout her body. "Let's not pretend that this is one sided," he whispers. He draws his chin up, which lightly pulls his lips against hers - so quick she barely noticed. "I know you feel the same way, Augustine. You must," he coos. He takes a deep breath and takes a step back. His gaze taking in every ounce of her beauty, but straying far from her eyes. He has twice now given his heart to her. Despite the confidence in his statement, he is, in fact, worried that she may not feel the same way.

Augustine's eyes rake over his body. His muscles were always so defined. His strength always seen as protective, and never once as threat. Her eyes trace over his fish tattoo. She catches herself wondering if it hurt, wondering what the meaning behind it is. His hair sways with each of his movements, even with his breath. He is always moving, constantly. He can never be held down to one spot. Just like the water...

Just like the water, Neteyam is warm. His heart trusting and forgiving. His embrace leaves Augustine feeling weightless. All of her worries and struggles gone with a single touch. He is her home. Wherever he is, she knows she is safe. She is enveloped by an unrelenting blanket of security. She never need know fear. She never need know pain. In his arms, she will forever know love.

When asked if she feels the same way, if she sees Neteyam just as he sees her, Augustine feels his embrace again. This time not by his words or actions, but simply his presence. She gently steps forward. Her hand reaches for his cheek. Her thumb rubbing against his cheek bone. "I see you, Neteyam," she whispers. The sweetest smile appears on his face. The same goofy smile she always loved to see when they were children.

"Nga yawne lu oer, Ma'Nete," she whispers. A hint of a shake to her voice. The nerves getting the best of her. She has never once said this, not once to anyone. She has only heard of the phrase in stories. Stories of how her mother confessed her love to her father. She could not think of a better way to tell Neteyam. A phrase so charged with affection, devotion, and friendship.

It felt like minutes had passed before Augustine finally looks up to see Neteyam. The childish smile now gone. His face now filled with a new look. One she had only seen right before he kissed her the first time. Eyes full of hope. A smile barely forming at the edges of his mouth. His ears low, but never flat. “N-neteyam?” she stutters in nervousness.

It is almost as though her call pulls him out of this trance like state. Neteyam laughs softly as he leans deeper into the palm of her hand. It feels more comforting than he could have ever imagined. “You love me,” he whispers through a smile. Almost as though he was confirming the fact with himself. “I love you,” she repeats with a nod. Her voice rising in increasing excitement.

Neteyam gently grabs Augustine’s wrist. His hand slowly slides upon her palm and intertwines with her fingers. Her heart feels as though it’s in her throat. All her love, her elation has left her feeling breathless. “Follow me,” he whispers as he guides her to his ilu. “Where are we going?” she asks with a giggle. “Do you trust me?” he laughs. He holds her hand as she sits upon the saddle. He gracefully sits behind her. His hand slowly traveling around her waist, then lightly down her arms as he grabs hold of a notch. Augustine leans back against his chest. She nuzzles her head between his chin and neck. “Always,” she whispers.

kurkung: asshole

nga yawne lu oer: i love you, you are beloved to me

Augustine thought she knew what beauty was. She saw it in the forest. She saw it again in the coral reefs. She sees it any time she lays eyes on Neteyam. But she is sure she never knew beauty like this before. Not before Neteyam took her here…

“This is Ranteng Utralti,” Neteyam whispers behind Augustine’s ear. Her eyes grow in excitement and disbelief. She watches as the reef’s rocks arch out of the water and high into the sky. It reminds her home. Of her people’s Tree of Souls. “Neteyam, this is - this is,” she starts but cannot finish. Her mouth gapes open as they pass through the first archway. “Just like Vitraya Ramunong," Neteyam coos. She can hear his smile through his voice. "This is beautiful," she says softly in awe.

The eclipse makes the vibrant colors even more so. It is beyond breath taking. She has never seen such incredible shades of pink, blue, and purple. She closes her eyes and immediately feels Eywa's presence. The welcoming feeling of joy, beauty, and pleasure. "The great mother," she whispers as she opens her eyes. "She's here. I feel her too," he whispers. He guides his ilu closer to the Spirit Tree.

Augustine turns around to face Neteyam in excitement. His eyes widen in happiness and adoration. "Our ancestors," she says under her breath. "They are here," he answers. His eyes follow the trunk down to its iridescent pink leaves. "We don't have to go home to speak to them." She releases a thankful sigh as she gracefully slides into the water.

With a smile, she dives in and hurriedly bonds her queue with the souls' leaves. Her eyes close as she feels the familiar soothing feeling that rushes over her each time she connects with the Tree of Souls. "Mother," she thinks to herself. She unfortunately is never able to see her mother, but she luckily feels her undeniable love when connected. This is the closest she will ever get to her mother. She is incredibly thankful.

In the distance, Augustine hears laughter and joy. She hears someone who sounds very close to her father, but a deeper and older tone. He sounds gentle, calming. "Your father will never hear me again," the voice comes through. Again, she cannot see the man. Her face pulls together in confusion. It feels as though she is blocked from seeing. The only image in her head is white with pinkish hues, but still emptiness. "Tell him," the man starts. "Tell him to never forget the horses. Will you do that, Gusty?" She nods, unsure if he will even see her. "Good," he answers. "Follow your heart, little one. Always follow your heart."

Her eyes open abruptly. She gently pulls her queue and swims to the surface. Neteyam, pulled from his own bond with the Tree of Souls, rushes behind her. "Are you okay?" he asks with harsh breaths. "Yeah," she laughs. Some disbelief cross her mind as she places her hand to her lips. "I don't really know what just happened," she smiles. "It looks like you're happy," he answers slowly. His eyes still attempting to understand if you were alright. "I think I am, Neteyam. I think - I think I need to follow my heart," she whispers under her breath.

He chuckles as he nods towards a nearby rock. He hooks his arm under hers as he lifts her atop the surface. "Follow your heart," he says with amusement. "What do you mean?" She smiles as she sits back into a kneeling position. "I want you to be mine," she murmurs as she reaches for his hand. "What are you saying?" he asks. His innocence always makes her giggle.

Augustine slowly reaches for her queue, pulling her braid and resting it atop her chest. She reaches her tswin and holds it delicately before Neteyam. It's tendrils on full display as she sits vulnerable before him. "Nga yawne lu oer, Ma'Nete," she whispers. "I choose you."

vitraya ramunong: the tree of souls

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xxv.e: Destroyer, just general voices that were chatting away in the background, things being said such as ... “Fuck … is this where we are in life?” “I think this is good, I think if we hold strong, and keep to this good path, we can prove our strength and individuality.” “Think they care? … You must be huffin exhaust street rat! … haha, yea ... ain't no one in this head seein that silver jubilee pal.” “Still? There has to be a more efficient way to connect … maybe a gray path of Naughty and Nice?” “I should see meine oma, she's still healthy and not going anywhere, but sooner than later … that'll change.” “Lookin' for me? *He Coughs Blood* … ha … we both know that's a little too late now.” “Remember when we used to steal cucumbers from the neighbor's garden? Take them to the pink playhouse and pretend to cook, chopping them up with a knife we stole from the kitchen.” “YOU'RE GOING OVER THE LIMIT … Stop NOW … or you'll kill yourself.” “*Sounds of a Mourning Doves Coo*” “come on, Come On, COME!!! … ON!!! … Pull that Fuckin! Trigger! … I know you wanna thrash and thrill a little, dance with danger … so just … pull my devil trigger.” “ … in a strange time in my life … “ I snap from it, realizing I hadn't really washed that much … more so stood and glared at the drain while the hot water ran down my head, down my body, and just kind of fucking zoned out. I finish up and hop out, dry myself off, and put on the aforementioned “Old Shorts” … they were of my old school gym uniform, all white shorts with a red stripe on each outer side of the legs stretching vertically from top of the waste band to bottom of the seam, the shorts themselves rode just above the knees and were flexibly tight fitted but comfortable. I walk out, shirtless as there was no shirt to wear (As if it were planned that way) to The Imp strung across her fluffy white couch, laying down on her back, under a thin but also fluffy black and purple checkered blanket with her tablet in front of her face … I walk over and ask, Where's Ein? It was then she moved the table from out away from in front of her to reveal, a very sleepy and cuddled-up Ein, nestled on her upper chest closer to her neck, covered slightly in the blanket. *light gasp* I cannot believe what I'm seeing … You! … taking care of something without killing it? … astonishing, truly. “Shut up … feel lucky I like him more than I do you, and I don't turn him over to the vet immediately.” Well … aren't you grouchy all of a sudden “HE'S Supposed! … ” *she goes to a whisper* “He's supposed to eat/drink milk and a special type of formula since he's so young” Shit … well ok, did it say anywhere to get it? Pet store? or … straight to a vet? “Said a pet store typically sells the formula” *She gets up slowly, putting Ein down on the couch wrapped in the blanket* “You go get the formula, looks like this, I'll stay here to watch over him, and get dinner started … as well think over some things we need to discuss, understand?” Yeah … got it. “Good” *She goes in and gives me an unexpected deep hug* “I was scared you weren't gonna be able to make it this far, sorry to doubt you, I just worry … glad you're here.” I felt my heart beat hard and fast for a second … as if I had lost what it had felt like to hear someone say those words. *I go to hold her, wrapping my arms around her* yeah … thanks … Imp. I could feel her heartbeat, she was so close, she was so … light. We let go and I set off, taking about an hour, I returned with two bags full of formula and a little adjustable red collar, with a silver dog tag attached that had engraved, Ein, stretched vertically down the tag. I lay everything down on the counter, trying not to take up so much space. “Find the formula?” She said while sautéing something in a sauté pan, Yeah! “Good, because he woke up … and he is … Hangry!” I grabbed a formula bag with its helpful little bottle design, pick up Ein on the couch, and watch as he devoured one whole bag, then watched as he sneezed, burped, and hiccupped all at the same time ... [To Be Continued]

[pesterloglog]

Vriska Serket, Aradia Megido

Act 5, page 2276

arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling apocalypseArisen [AA]

AG: What's your deal????????

AA: what d0 y0u mean

AG: Did you just zap Equius into the game? His hive disappeared!

AA: are y0u n0t happy ab0ut that

AG: Hell no! I was supposed to get your surprise present from him! Um, that he was keeping for me! 8ut only temporarily!

AG: And then we were going to jump in the g8me tog8ther! As co-le8ders! Remem8er????????

AA: y0u were ab0ut t0 be killed by his hive

AA: pr0ceeding with that plan w0uldnt have made sense

AA: we certainly d0nt need tw0 dead players

AG: 8ut!

AG: Aaaaaaaah!

AG: You knew this was going to happen! You were planning it all along! You're planning all this. I know a schemer when I see one!

AA: yes it was the plan

AA: it had t0 g0 this way

AG: No! It had to go the way we said it would. I was going to give you the present I convinced him to m8ke for you. Me! It wo8ldn't have got m8de if not f8r me!

AG: And then you could have a 8ody again and everyth8ng would 8e fine. Then we could go 8ack to 8eing friends again.

AA: were we ever really friends

AG: Yeah!!!!!!!!

AG: I don't know. I felt like we were even if you didn't think so.

AG: I guess I'm not very good at acting like a friend. Or saying stuff like, hey friend! You're my friend! It doesn't really occur to me.

AG: 8ut we were! Why would you play with me if you didn't think I was your friend?

AA: i d0nt remember

AA: it d0esnt matter

AG: 8arf. More of this apathetic 8aloney. Why don't you cut the ghost girl act already? I get it! You're dead and spooky.

AA: ribbit

AG: Hm.

AG: Uh, okay?

AG: Haha. Pretty odd!

AA: s0rry

AG: That's cool, you can ri88it if you want. In a weird way it almost makes you sound normal!

AG: So what now? I guess you and Equius co-lead since he managed to usurp me. That cunning 8astard.

AG: I guess I follow you into the game instead? Fine 8y me! I'll follow you guys. Just give me my orders, 8oss.

AA: n0

AA: y0ure n0t 0n the blue team

AG: Oh what the fuuuuuuuuck!

AA: y0u were never g0ing t0 be

AG: I get it. I finally see now. This is your revenge.

AG: You finally did it, Megido. You got me pretty good. Well played.

AA: its n0t revenge

AA: y0u were always supp0sed t0 be 0n the red team

AA: y0ull believe me later

AA: when y0u wake up

AG: What a load of SHIIIIIIIIT. You've 8een plotting your revenge since day one. And I fell for it like a sucker. Can't say I 8lame you.

AA: ive never th0ught ab0ut revenge at all

AG: 8ut why not!

AG: I killed you!!!!!!!!

AA: i d0nt care

AG: AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

AG: You're so infuri8ing! Why c8n't you just h8 me? It would 8e a lot easier th8t way.

AG: Or at least feel 8othered or annoyed or S8METHING! God!!!!!!!!

AG: May8e I sh8uld just rip my he8rt out of my chest and pound it to a 8loody pulp here on my desk with my sup8r strong ro8ot arm.

AG: Pound pound pound pound pound pound pound pound!

AG: Look at that, more nasty 8lue 8lood all over me. Why not! Might as well op8n the floodg8s and p8nt my whole hive with this oh so envia8le cerulean SWILL.

AG: 8ecause clearly it's up to me to feel em8tions for the 8oth of us, you misera8le soulless witch!

AA: 0_0

AG: I h88888888 you!

AG: H8 h8 h8 h8 h8 h8 h8 haaaaaaaate!

AG: I only regret killing you cause it m8de you so 8ORING!!!!!!!!

AA: s0rry

AG: I don't want to 8e on the red team. ::::(

AG: It's full of jerks who just think I'm a 8ig jerk.

AA: they need y0u th0ugh

AA: and its where y0u need t0 be

AA: karkat will be in t0uch with y0u s00n

AG: Oh god, I can't w8 for THAT convers8tion.

AA: als0 if its any c0ns0lati0n

AA: the teams are meaningless anyway

AG: What? Why would that 8e consol8tion? It's more vague spooky nonsense!

AG: Fuck you for me trying to help you.

AG: Fuck the 8lue team, fuck your conniving, fuck Equius's dou8ledealing and the stupid muscle8east he rode in on, and fuck you for s8ving my life.

AG: FUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling apocalypseArisen [AA]

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

A Beautiful Riff - Jake Kiszka, Part 2

Jake and Sam Kiszka X Reader

A/N: First of all… I had to take breaks, because I kept getting hot while writing this lol. I wasn’t originally gonna do a part two, but I had this idea and had to write it out. I’ve never seen anything like this, soo yeah haha. I’m so sorry if the ending seems rushed! We are expecting severe weather tonight where I live (gotta love the south) and I wanted to get this out for y’all, before the chaos ensues.

And again, I do my best to check for errors in my stories, but I do miss them sometimes. Part ONE || Part THREE

Anyways! Enjoy, gresties!

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! This story does involve Sam just a little bit, but NOT really in a threesome way. mentions of guitar!kink, bass!kink?

••••

“She… what?” Sam asked in disbelief. “She rode your guitar…?”

“Yep. I caught her doing it..” Jake mused. Sam’s cheeks tinted pink at the thought of his brothers girlfriend- his best friend, getting off on a guitar. “Don’t kill me… But that’s hot.” Sam spoke honestly.

Jake nudged his brother, but laughing lightly at the confession.

“She’s mine, Sam, watch it.” Jake warned, only half playfully.

“Well, you’re the one who decided to tell your little brother about my best friends secret kinks.” Sam pointed, in seriousness. “Anyone on this planet would find that hot.”

“That’s fair.” Jake sighed, smiling softly as the flashbacks replayed in his head for the millionth time.

“You know… I’ve always wanted to know if a girl could get off by sitting on an amp…. a bass amp.” Sam wondered aloud.

Jake looked over at his brother in shock.

“How the fuck did you even think of that?” Jake questioned.

“Come on, Jake. Bass amps vibrate like crazy… Think about it.” Sam pointed out, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“You really think it would be enough to be pleasurable though?” Jake asked, still not fully believing.

Sam smirked to himself, patting his brother on the shoulder. “Only one way to find out.” He stood up, turning to walk back into their hotel room.

Jake stood up abruptly, cutting him off. “Oh no, you are NOT using my girlfriend for your little kinky experiment.” Jake said firmly, standing in the way of the door.

“Who said I was going to? You know how to play the bass.” Sam reminded, hinting that Jake could play it instead.

Jake eyed him for a moment, thinking the idea over.

“Fine.” Jake sighed. “But how are we gonna explain this shit to Y/N?” Jake glanced inside the sliding doors, eyes landing on you.

“I don’t know… I didn’t think I’d ever try this so…” Sam paused. “Let’s just explain it to her together?” Sam offered up as a solution.

“Don’t you think that’s a little weird?” Jake raised his eyebrows at him.

“It’s not like I’m the one doing it, Jake. I’m just lending the bass and amp.. And maybe watching.” He half joked, earning a smack to the back of his head.

“Absolutely not, Y/N is my girlfriend.” Jake shot.

“She was my best friend first.” Sam argued back without missing a beat.

“Fine… But we will never EVER speak of it again afterwards. Got it?” Jake shot him a stern look over his shoulder, turning to go back inside.

“Deal.”

<>

You were laying comfortably in your bed, wondering what was keeping Sam and Jake on the balcony for so long.

You were all back in Michigan, preparing for the second show of their tour. You wished you could get out and explore Grand Rapids with Jake, but due to limited time, you knew that wouldn’t happen.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the sliding glass door. revealing a mischievous looking Jake… And Sam.

“What are you two getting into?” You asked cautiously.

“Well… We kinda had an idea.” Sam started off. “Babe, I was thinking… Since you’re bold enough to well.. ride my guitar-“

“Jake!” You screeched, cutting him off abruptly.

“Wait, wait! Let him finish.” Sam cut in. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring between the two of them. “Go on.”

“Like I was saying… Since you’re bold enough to do that, I was hoping you could help me test a theory for Sam.” He finished explaining.

His eyes flickered over to Sam, who now was wearing a sly smile.

“What kind of theory?” You pried.

“I always thought it might be pleasurable for a girl to sit on my amp while I- or in this case, Jake- plays it. You know, because of the high vibrations.” Your jaw dropped in utter shock. “We were hoping you would try it. Only if you want to of course.” Sam added. You could feel heat begin to rush through your body at the idea.

“Babe, all you have to do is just sit on the amp and… see if it makes you feel good?” Jake still seemed skeptical, unsure if the vibrations would actually be enough.

“Since when do you play the bass, Jake?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Typically if you can play the guitar well, you can play the bass, too. Sometimes. At least in our case, we can both switch around.” Jake said, gesturing between himself and Sam.

You only nodded, getting lost in your thoughts.

“So what do you think?” Sam broke you away from your trance.

“Let me get this straight… You think the vibrations from your amp, are enough to make a girl orgasm? And you want ME to see if it would really work?” You blushed crimson as the words left your lips.

“Exactly.” Sam grinned wildly.

“Alright…” You sighed. “I’ll try it… Only because Jake is playing.”

Sam pumped the air like an excited child.

“Wait, when are we even supposed to do this? We only have a few hours until soundcheck.” Jake asked, pointing out their lack of free time.

Sam thought it over for a moment, glancing at he clock on the bedside table.

“If we leave soon, we can beat everyone else to the venue…” You shook your head vigorously.

“Absolutely not. What if someone walks in?!” You exclaimed.

“It’s only 12 o’clock! If we’re there by 1, no one’s gonna need the stage that early. I promise!” Sam assured you. “Jake?” You looked over to your boyfriend, who simply shrugged.

“He’s kinda right.” Jake agreed.

“This is insane…” You mumbled under your breath.

“Right!” Sam clapped his hands together. “I’m gonna go get ready.” He said, making his way to the door.

“Wear a dress, Y/N!” He called back into the room. You waited until the door closed to speak.

“Why a dress?” You asked, causing Jake to giggle to himself at your moment of innocence.

“Because then there’s no extra clothing to block the feeling.��� Jake chuckled.

“Right…”

<>

The walk inside the venue made you feel sick. You felt as if it were you going out on that stage to perform tonight.

In a way, you kind of were giving a little show… But just for two people, instead of five thousand.

You could hear the faint sounds of the Built By Nations bass line, signaling that Sam was already there. You stomach erupted with nerves and you stopped dead in your tracks.

“Jake…” The tug at his hand, let him know you had stopped walking.

“What’s wrong, baby?” A concerned expression washed over his face.

“Nothing, I- I’m just nervous.” You managed to say.

Jake pulled you into his chest with a soft laugh. “You weren’t nervous when you rode my guitar.” He jested and you smacked at his chest.

“You weren’t watching me!” You defended.

“I did, too! You kept going when I told you to.” He smirked, pressing a light kiss to you forehead comfortingly.

“I can always tell Sam he can’t watch… but I bet it would spur you on even more if he did, wouldn’t it?” He asked lowly. You let out a shaky breath into his chest, your little bud of nerves throbbing at the mental picture of them both watching you.

“It’s okay if you want that.” Jake reassured. “It’s just for today.”

“Let him stay.” You breathed. Jake only nodded, taking your hand back in his and pulling you towards the entrance of the stage. You couldn’t deny Sam was attractive. Though you’d never dream of leaving Jake for him, the vision of both of them watching you made wetness begin to pool between your legs.

You both began walking again, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. You were trying your best to keep your racing mind at ease.

“Finally. You guys take forever.” Sam complained.

“Now, Jake, everything is tuned up and ready to go. I’ve got the amp set on the volume I use during….” Sam’s voice faded out as you zoned out, barely playing attention to the two boys.

“Y/N,” Jake called. “Y/N?” He repeated a little louder.

“Earth to fucking Y/N!” Sam yelled, making you jump out of your daydream.

“Bite your lip any harder and you’re gonna have blood all over the stage.” Sam joked, gesturing to your face.

“Sorry. Was just thinking.” You apologized.

“It’s okay. Come on.” Sam said, offering his hand out for you, which you took.

“I want you to sit on this one right here.” Sam guided you to one of his amps.

You followed and sat yourself down on the cool surface, feeling goosebumps rise all over your body.

“Relax, Y/N. It’s just us…” Sam reassured gently. “You get comfortable and I’m gonna get Jake situated. Okay?” You smiled at him fondly. If there was one thing you knew about each of the Kiszkas’ and Danny, it was that they would always prioritize your comfort. They always went the extra mile to make sure you were okay, no matter what the situation.

“I’m okay, Sammy. I promise.” You gave him a small smile. He turned to walk back towards Jake, leaving you to situate yourself.

Making sure you weren’t sitting on it, like Jake had said, you laid the edges of your dress all around you. The deep blue fabric draped just slightly over the edge of the amplifier.

You looked up to see Jake pulling the strap of Sammy’s bass over his head. The ache between your legs returned at the sight of him alone. You could hardly contain yourself watching him play guitar, let alone picking up an instrument you didn’t even know he could play.

Jake turned to face you, a wicked smile taking over his face at the sight before him. He strutted over to you, possibly the most attractive you’ve ever seen him.

“Ready, angel?” He grinned.

You sucked in a labored breath, shifting in your spot, already desperate for some sort of friction.

Sam came into view and stood beside Jake, eyeing you carefully.

“I think she’s ready.” Jake teased, nudging his brother.

“I- Yeah, I’m ready..” You spoke, barely above a whisper.

Sam stepped away again and you watched him walk over to one of his pedals, hitting it with his foot. A noise rang through the arena, signaling he had taken the bass off mute.

“You should be unmuted! Just hit one of the strings to be sure!” Sam yelled to Jake from his spot.

Your eyes moved back to Jake quickly, heart pounding in anticipation. You gripped the sides of the amp tightly, watching his finger pluck a single string. You were prepared to feel the bass buzz through the speaker beneath you, but got nothing.

“Ah, shit!” Sam laughed, standing up from his place beside the Mellotron.

He jogged back to you, leaning over you and flipping a switch on the back of the amp.

“I must have turned this one off by accident.” Sam said, faking an apologetic tone, turning back to his brother. “Now try!”

Jake turned to you with a smirk, plucking the same string as before. The noise and vibration ran through the stage and amps, but most importantly- you.

You gasped with wide eyes, looking up at a very pleased looking Jake immediately.

“I think it works, huh angel?” He hit another note and the almost overbearing feeling returned. You squirmed in your spot, a soft whimper leaving your lips.

“Y-Yeah I think it does.” You gasped.

Jake turned to Sam, who was almost just as wide eyed as you were. Sam’s eyes flicked between you and Jake in surprise.

“What song should I play, Sam?” Jake enquired. Sam tore his eyes off of you and shifted them back to his brother, pondering his question for a few painfully long moments.

“Play… Lover, Leaver.” Sam answered finally. Your mind raced to remember the bass line of the song, in an attempt to prepare yourself.

Jake nodded at his brothers words, turning his attention back to the instrument in his hands. Jake glanced over at you, giving you a cheeky smile.

You watched as his fingers began moving across the strings with ease. You did your best to keep your eyes locked on him, but the intensity of the vibrations and the rhythm at which they hit your core, caused you to rapidly lose hold of your composure.

“Fuck-“ You muttered, head falling back in pure bliss.

He had hardly made it through the first chorus, before you started to feel the familiar knot tightening in the pit of your stomach.

Your eyes shot to Sam in disbelief. When your eyes landed on him, his face was flushed and his eyes seemed darker. You opened your mouth to call for Sam, but it was cut off by a high pitched moon.

Jake continued to play, now watching you intently as he began into the second verse.

You shuddered, gripping the edge of the amp so tightly it hurt.

The eyes of both boys on you, only edged you closer to your impending orgasm.

Jake walked towards you slowly, continuing to play effortlessly with a cocky look on his face. He knew you were close.

You shifted your position just slightly and the new angle only made you feel the vibrations even more. You wanted to warn Jake of your orgasm, but part of you knew he probably wouldn’t hear you.

“God- Jake-“ Your chest heaved rapidly, your body falling forward at the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

Sam took notice of this and rushed over to you, kneeling right in front of the speaker. He placed your hands on his shoulders, so you could brace yourself.

You knew Jake would probably be mad later for this, but that was the last thing you could manage to think about.

“I’ve got you, you can let go.” You heard Sam faintly say. You glanced up at Jake, who’s eyes were still fixed on you. He nodded his head, as if to also tell you it was okay to come. Your grip tightened around Sam’s shoulders and your eyes squeezed shut. “That’s it, Y/N. You’re so beautiful.” Sam’s words made your clit ache even more.

You panicked for a split second, wondering why his words had such an effect on you. But in fear of losing your orgasm, you shook the thought away- Just blaming it on your current state of intense pleasure.

“You’re doing so good.” Sam continued, egging you on.

Only a few more seconds passed until your orgasm was crashing over you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You moaned out. All the noises blurred out, along with your vision. The only thing keeping you grounded being Sam.

Suddenly, the sound of the bass was gone, along with the almost overstimulating vibrations.

“Are you okay??” Sam placed a hand on your cheek gently, beckoning you to look at him.

You smiled lazily through your post-orgasm haze and nodded.

“M’fine.” Was all you could get out.

Sam turned to look at his brother, who’s mouth hung slightly open in awe.

“I can’t believe that shit worked.” Jake breathed out, and slipped the bass strap over his head, sitting it back on it’s stand.

He was at your side in seconds, taking Sam’s spot in front of you.

“You did so good, angel.” Jake praised, running his hands along your thighs.

“I didn’t think it would feel that good..” You admitted, making Jake laugh lightly.

All of your heads snapped up at the sound of Josh’s voice echoing through the arena.

“You all are here early! What are you-“

You ignored Josh’s voice, looking at Jake in panic.

Jake immediately stood up, attempting to pull you with him. You wobbled even with his strong hold on you. He mumbled something incoherent, before bending down and lifting you up bridal style.

You settled in Jake’s arms after a few seconds, the warmth of his body soothing you.

You glanced down at the amp, mouth falling open upon seeing the wet mark left on top.

“Uhh, Jake-“ You tapped his chest.

“What’s wrong?” You pointed behind the two of you and he turned around carefully. He glanced around for a second, eventually landing on what you had pointed at.

“Oh.”

“This is an interesting scene… What have you guys been up to?” Josh questioned suspiciously, eyeing you and Jake especially hard.

“Actually… I don’t think I want the answer.” Josh waved it off, turning to walk backstage.

“No… You don’t.” Sam muttered.

“Sam… You might wanna clean this up.” Jake warned him, using you in his arms to gesture to the speaker.

Sam walked over, smiling proudly down at his amp and back to you.

“Shouldn’t we leave it for good luck though?“ Sam teased, earning a groan from Jake.

“Absolutely not.” Jake said, shaking his head. Sam gave a genuine laugh. “Was just Kidding, Jake.”

“Yeah, I bet you were.” Jake turned to walk backstage to his dressing room, still holding you tightly in his arms.

“Maybe he should leave it.” You giggled, wanting to tease Jake a little more.

“Only if it was on my amp.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“What?” He asked defensively.

“You don’t want me to be a good luck charm for both of you?” You asked in mock offense.

“Nope. Just mine.”

[mulberrysilk]

HELLOO, NETTE 💕💕💕 how are youuu?? the nii-chan thirst has summoned me here once again! I am sorry if I am sending another one again but you've written the thirsts I've sent so perfectly 🥺. I would write these ideas if I had your talent but sucks to say that my English is v poor rn.

So hmm, if this is okay.... Sukuna-nii catching you napping in Yuuji's room in your uniform. You just looked so innocent and so defenseless sleeping that he's overcome with the urge to touch you. He just needs a taste for now. Soon though, he's going to have you awake and willing (for the future lol if you really want to turn this into a series) 🥲. Thank youuuu. I hope you are having a great day there! -Getou-nii anon

GETOU-NII ANON!!! 🥺💕 hi I love your brain ( I’m doing okay huhu just trying to work through my drafts HAHA)

Sukuna x f!reader

cw: noncon, somnophillia, corruption, pseudoincest, oral ( female receiving), thigh fucking

( this has been sitting in my drafts for so long, and I Decided to finally post it huhu)

The house was uncharacteristically quiet, he thinks, as he drops his bag at the door and places his helmet on top of the shoe cabinet. He glances at the clock and raises a brow, wondering where the the loud obnoxious laughter from Yuuji and Nobara, was and where was the grumbles from that Fushiguro kid. Weren’t all of you back from school? Club activities never kept Yuuji and the gang busy.

Sukuna sighs as he unzips his leather jacket, hanging it on the coat rack before jogging up the steps to change into much more comfortable clothes, in need of a beer after his day. On the way, though everything seemed to be a blur, he catches something in his peripheral vision at the open door of his younger brother’s room. Pausing in the hall, he scoffs. It can’t be. Right?

He takes two careful steps backwards and stops right in front of his brother’s door frame, lips parting and breath catching in his chest at the unexpected, delightful sight. On the navy plaid comforter covering the single bed, splayed on top was the object of his desires. His eyes traces your form from the tip of your thigh high socks covered toes, the exposed skin of your thighs to the hem of your pleated skirt that if it rode up higher would probably expose your panties. To the white button up blouse that wasn’t sheer but he could make out the shape of your bra through the fabric and maybe even the colour, if he guesses right, it was pale pink. But most heart wrenchingly irresistible was the sight of your relaxed features, sleeping peacefully away, hair splayed around you in a beautiful mess. It was picturesque.

Is today his lucky day? Or is this an elaborate  prank—no it couldn’t be. His little brother isn’t one for pranks, too much of a goody two shoes for his own good. His feet moves before he could process it, getting closer and closer to you, lying there so still, so vulnerable.  You looked good enough to eat.

You toss and turn on the bed, the heat from the summer season unrelenting even with the fan on. Still asleep, a little frown on your face, brows knitting from the god damn heat, if you weren’t so sleepy you would have removed the stuffy fabric of your uniform, plus the heat didn’t help with the lethargy that weighed your body to sink into the soft bed.

Sukuna’s dark orbs rakes your twitching form, your skirt so high up now that he could see the cute little panties you wore,breath hitching at the faint silhouette of your pretty lower lips. He draws nearer to the bed, his body already tingling with excitement and arousal. How innocent you looked before him like this, limbs moving to find a comforting position as you sleep, revealing more and more of the heaven between your thighs.

The thigh high socks squeezed the soft pillowy flesh of your thighs and he couldn’t resist the urge to feel. He softly hums to himself, keeping his eyes on your face as he caresses the skin of your inner thighs, softly pinching the fat, thoughts of having your legs thrown over his shoulders as he eats your pussy out filling his head.

Hell, if you didn’t wake up, he might do just that. So let’s see how far he could go, how far he could play with you before your dumb little brain gathers itself together.

Kneeling between your thighs, the mattress dips in his weight and slowly, he adjust himself to lie on his tummy, face close to your clothed cunt. He deeply inhales, he could almost taste you on his tongue. Soon. He needs to feel more.

Sukuna experimentally ghosts his index finger on your clit, slowly tracing the slit of you cunny, his eyes on your face to look out for any signs of waking up. And when you didn’t, he continues to rub you. Pressing against your clit and getting you wet so that he could drench your panties till it clings to your mound.

He holds back his scoff with how eat it was for him to get your pussy wet, well, he shouldn’t be surprised, you were a virgin after all. You were sensitive to these things. Well, you won’t have to worry, Sukuna nii’s gonna teach you and take care of you.

Hooking his finger at the fabric, he pulls it to the side, groaning softly at these sight of your glistening folds, not able to hold back to feel the warm slick on his fingers and sucking his fingers, eyes closing at the sweet taste of you.

Just a taste, he thinks. Just a little taste.

Sukuna manages to shimmy down the fabric from your legs, shoving your panties in his pocket before he kisses your throbbing clit, a soft wince slipping from you.

“Stay dumb and pretty for me baby, if you know what’s good for you,” he utters, voice deep with a twinge of danger in them and as if you had heard him, your brows knit and you shift a little, remaining fast asleep. “Good girl.” He grins.

Tongue darting out, he licks from your clit to your pulsing hole, hands fisting the sheets as he becomes intoxicated with your cunt. He slurps and Laos your spilling honey, switching from suckling on your clit to teasing his tongue in and out your hole.

“Mhm…” you sleepily groan, body arching off the bed a little, the growing heat in your belly making you try to open your eyes, believing that you were having a dream. Your clit was pulsating, waves of pleasure making your toes curl and thighs tremble. You body feels good. So, so good.

Sukuna’s predatory gaze stares at your scrunched up face, your glossy lips slightly parted as your breathing quickens. He makes quick work of his tongue, flicking it in quick motions on your clit and sucking till the obscene sounds of your wet pussy and his slurping bounced off the walls.

A hand grips your thigh as he growls. Were you enjoying this? Seems like you were. Your hands were clutching the pillow underneath your head and your hips would buck when he sucks on your clit too hard. Sukuna makes it a goal to make you cum and he wasn’t going to let a single drop of your release go to waste, he’ll make sure of it.

Gently, moving your thighs to rest on his shoulders, he was given more movement to bury his face in your sweet cunt, slipping his tongue past that tight ring at your entrance and fucking with you with it, his nose rubbing against your clit.

You begin to softly moan, whining so cutely and thrashing a little on the bed. You were close. Knowing that he continues his assault on your cunt, loving the way your thighs wrap around his head and how cute your shy cries of pleasure were.

It was a miracle that you hadn’t woken up, but what Sukuna didn’t know and what worked in his advantage, was that you believed you were having a dream. Having glimpses of his pink hair, blurry images of his head between your thighs, something you couldn’t quite gather due to how your mind was fogged your with pleasure. You wonder if you had been dreaming of Yuuji.

“Y-Yuuji,” you squeak, eyes going wide as your back arches, a shock of pleasure violently ripping through your body, your vision going white for a millisecond.

Sukuna growls at the wrong name you had cried out, and continued to suck and fuck his tongue in your soaking hole, overstimulating you as punishment. You thrash and try to kick him away, but he grips your thighs and keeps them on his shoulders.

“S-stop,” you murmured, eyelids heavy with sleep and the high of an orgasm. “T-too much…too much.”

And when he finally slows down, lazily lapping your cunt to keep the sweet taste of you on his tongue, he glances up only to find you fast asleep. He scoffs. He didn’t really care if you had woken up, maybe you would’ve begged him to stuff you virgin cunt with his cock.

But this was enough, for now.

Sukuna’s cock aches in his jeans and he couldn’t help but to move from his place between your thighs and press them together, unzipping his pants and pulling down his briefs so that his cock could spring free. Inner thighs slick with your release, he slips his cock between the pillowy flesh sighing at that warmth and softness of your skin.

He swears, he’ll just do this and it was enough, he had more self control than that. Besides, if he was gonna fuck you he wanted you to be awake and begging. So needy for him and wanting only him. That’s when he’ll give you the honour of being split by his cock.

This little taste was enough for him. He had time.

A loud buzzing accompanied by your ringtone wakes you from your slumber. You quickly pat the bed for your phone to answer the call only to miss it.

Missed call from Yuuji.

‘Sorry I’m not back yet, the bakery has big sale and the lines really long. But it’ll be worth it! I’ll be back with tiramisu!!!”

You sit up, taking in the room around you, the sun had set and the stars were twinkling in the sky. How long had you slept? Why was Yuuji not back yet?

Rubbing your thighs together you freeze, becoming completely aware of something sticky and wet on your skin. There was translucent white splatters of something slimey and creamy on your thighs, and your frown deepens at the absence of your underwear.

Were you not dreaming?! You panic. Did Yuuji really do that to you? But he wasn’t home, then who—

“Hey,” the door swings open and you throw the blanket over your legs, wide eyes shooting to the door.

“Yuuji is still out. Brat told me to make you dinner, so come down before it gets cold.”

[luminnara]

She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

send in a request here!

Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all. 

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency. 

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week. 

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!�� You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

[anothersylvia]

so we fucked on the bathroom floor

warnings/disclaimers : well the title says it all haha .... 

Here you were lost deep in your reflection only you weren’t actually looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror , you were deep in your thoughts questioning where you relationship with Jack was going. His schedule was growing more and more aggressive leaving little to no room for the two of you to ever spend quality time with one another. You felt like he did not even know who you were anymore and you could say the same about whether or not you even knew where his mind was and what state he was in. He missed the dinner you so enthusiastically and thoughtfully put together for him , he was not going to be home this weekend like he promised. So here you were fresh out from a bubble bath preparing for another night alone when Jack’s framed filled the doorway of your shared bedroom’s en suite bathroom surprising you. You were bare faced , your hair was still wet and you wore a sheer night dress that was split open in the front exposing your belly , pelvis and thigh area. Jack’s scent was now reigning dominance over the lingering smell of your lotion and foam bath.   

maintaining eye contact in the mirror Jack made his way to you and wrapped you in his embrace from behind , affectionately moving your hair to the side to kiss your bare shoulder. You closed your eyes savoring the satisfaction that came with finally feeling Jack against your skin again. His kisses trailed up your shoulder into the crook of your neck then the side of your face.

“I thought I was sleeping alone today “ You spoke softly while enjoying the intimacy of this moment. 

“My flight was delayed so I knew I’d miss dinner but I wanted to make it up to you by surprising you “. “Baby I’m so sorry -” 

You cut Jack off by turning around and pulling him down into a steamy open mouth kiss. Right now you just needed him , fuck everything else. The kiss did not pick up in pace instead it lingered , it was slow , it was all tongue. You let a few moans slip into Jack’s mouth as he cupped your breasts and pushed himself against you. Jack’s massive hands began digging into the meat of your ass and you took a moment to kiss and suck away at his neck while he did so. 

Jack freed himself of his clothes which was a sight to behold , his biceps and toned physic now bare he got rid of the lace panties you paired with the night dress. Helping you up onto the marble vanity Jack spread your legs to be on either side of him. There was such a comfortable silence taking place in between and during your love making , you needed nothing more than to feel him on and in you. All you could hear was the occasional smack of the lips and your heavy breathing. Jack started by filling you up while you were seated on the vanity and he stood , grinding into you with both your legs rested on his shoulders. It was such a glorious sight to be able to see him guide himself in and out of you. You would throw your head back against the mirror , curling your toes and biting down on your bottom lip. The slowest , sweetest  , sounding moans were escaping from you accompanied by the whispering and whimpering of Jack’s name . Jack just felt so good inside of you , there was no other way to put it.  “You’re so wet for me baby” Jack exclaimed as he kissed the parts of your leg he had access to while in this position. 

It went on. You had ascended to another planet at this point , now on the tiled bathroom floor with a towel beneath him , Jack lay on his back and you rode him. Your hips taking on seductive and slow motions while maintaining eye contact. You passionately sucked on Jack’s fingers while riding him. Your climax sparked you to cry out in pleasure as the weight of your body collapsed onto Jack’s chest and you lay there , speechless. Euphoria washed over you as you enjoyed the steady rise and fall of Jack’s chest and intertwined your hand with his. There was no rush to speak ,  get up , or get dressed , just you and him there naked , skin glistening from sweat and slutted out on the bathroom floor.