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[bazpango]

Inspired by one of you previous arts, do you think L and Light both bite each other’s lips, or does Light only bite L’s?

Anon, this question really made me think. So much so I had to put pen to paper. And I think I’ve decided that in classic lawlight fashion they both are biters, but their executions are where the similarities end.

[wttcsms]

come right on me (i mean camaraderie!)

ᝰ.ᐟ starting a new job is scary, especially when it seems like you can’t do anything correctly. good thing that your manager is always so kind and reassuring and supportive. when a client meeting ends terribly and runs so late that the two of you have to check into a hotel to spend the night, your sweet manager knows a good way to cheer you up… ( fem!reader )

pairing tetsurou kuroo x reader word count 4.9k content contains praise kink, oh no!!! there's only one bed!!!, coworkers/power imbalance (he's your manager, you're the newest and youngest member on the team), slight manipulation from kuroo (he's aware of your crush on him and uses your admiration as leverage), occasionally refers to you as his kouhai, you call him kuroo-senpai, creampie, sex in an enclosed, semi-public space (the office's supply closet), first time blowjobs kinktober masterlist

If you had known that your transfer would have resulted in you getting fucked boneless in the supply closet of the company you work for…

Well, you would have announced your job transfer a little bit sooner.

“Kuroo— Ah!” You let out a helpless yelp as you feel Kuroo’s teeth bite down on the soft part of your shoulder, sure to leave a mark. “K-Kuroo, slow down!”

“Kuroo? Really?” He snarls, lifting his head up to glare down at you. “Tsk, and here I thought you were a star employee. Is that any way to speak to your manager, or is it because you’re moving that you’re deciding to drop the formalities?” 

Your heart drops at the sound of Kuroo seemingly dissatisfied with you. Out of everyone in this office, he’s always been the one to root for you the hardest. You look up to him! Even when he’s upset, all you want to do is make him feel better. Just like how he made you feel better that time after that horrendous client meeting last month…

“Kuroo-senpai,” you mutter out, avoiding staring at him entirely. “I’m sorry.”

You’re bowing your head in apology, but Kuroo merely laughs, shaking his head.

“Don’t apologize. These things happen.” Kuroo is smiling, and from the crinkle of his eye and the carefree tone he’s using, it’s genuine. Kuroo isn’t upset with you, and somehow, this only makes you feel worse.

“But I ruined the meeting.” You remind him. “I stuttered when speaking to the client, and then I totally didn’t know how to properly react whenever he—” 

This is when Kuroo’s friendly demeanor darkens. “There would be no proper reaction to what he said.” The client, an older man who’s been working for so long in corporate Japan that back in his day, women could only serve as secretaries and belittled assistants, had made a less-than-savory remark on you and the way your pencil skirt hugs your figure. It had been a test of self-restraint for Kuroo to remain civil and smiling and to not punch him from across the table, but you don’t know that. “Our company shouldn’t sign contracts with men like him, anyway. I’ll write up everything in the report, and you won’t get reprimanded at all, okay?” He’s back to his normal, cheery self, and you nod.

Kuroo always knows what to do. 

And in your case, Kuroo is always making you feel better for being inadequate. A fresh college graduate, it’s a wonder how you managed to snag a position on one of the marketing teams for Japan’s Volleyball Association. Now, in your head, it’s a wonder how you manage to keep the damn position. You just can’t seem to do anything right, and even your coworkers are no longer shy in shaking their heads and sighing every time you mess something up. 

The only person who doesn’t seem to mind the little mistakes you make or the minor trouble you cause is Tetsurou Kuroo, the official unofficial golden boy of the sports promotion division. He’s a bit older than you, but still one of the youngest members belonging to the JVA’s marketing and promotional division. Already, there’s whispers about how Kuroo is most likely going to move up the hierarchy and soon — the Chief of Public Relations position will be opening up due to an early retirement from the current chief, and everyone knows that Kuroo has connections with a majority of the monster generation; not to mention, he’s charming enough to get everyone to go along with what he says.

You admire your senior colleague greatly, and because of your admiration and the fact that he’s the most sympathetic towards you, causing him trouble always makes you feel ten times worse than when you normally mess up. Even if he tells you everything is alright, you’re still frowning, staring down at your shoes. 

“Ah, shit.” Kuroo curses, staring up at the darkening sky as rain starts to descend down on the two of you. “Looks like the storm is coming early.” 

“It’s more like we’re just running late.” You say miserably. Because of you, the client meeting dragged on for even longer than scheduled, and the two of you were already running on a tight enough schedule as is. The JVA needed to secure a contract with a sneaker company to do some joint collaboration billboards, and even with a major thunderstorm predicted for this evening, the company was convinced Kuroo would be able to wrap up the meeting (successfully) and get the both of you on the train home before the storm came.

Now, though, it’s later than when you two were supposed to catch the train, and with the way the weather is worsening at such a rapid speed, it seems like making it to the train station before the last one runs will be impossible. 

“Follow me.” Kuroo tells you, trying to be heard over the wind. You nod, but you don’t expect him to grab your hand. With the wind whipping in your face and the chill of rain soaking through your work clothes, Kuroo’s hand is surprisingly warm. You allow yourself to be practically dragged behind him as he jogs to the nearest inn. Even in a soaked suit, running against the storm’s wind, Kuroo still manages to hold his own just fine. You’re glad his back is turned to you; at least this way, you can admire his athleticism in private.

Kuroo leads the two of you into a nearby hotel. The place looks fancy; way out of your budget. You feel bad as you practically stand there awkwardly, wetting the nice, expensive looking marble floors of the hotel while Kuroo talks to the woman up front. You notice that she’s biting her lip, eyeing the way the fabric of Kuroo’s suit clings to his body because of the rainwater. It only serves to emphasize the muscles he continues to maintain despite no longer playing the sport he’s paid to promote. Seeing the way she’s admiring him gives you a weird feeling inside, so you turn away, avoiding looking at them. 

“Bad news.” Kuroo runs a hand through the wet strands of his hair. “Turns out they’re fully booked. There’s only one room left, but it’s a couple’s suite.”

“Oh.” It makes sense that the two of you would have to spend the night in the city. The trains have probably stopped running now, and with the storm, it’s only reasonable to just wait it out ‘til the morning. “Well… A couple’s suite should be big enough, right?” 

“Space wise, yes.” Kuroo clears his throat. “But it’s for couples. There’s only going to be one bed.” 

Oh. 

You feel heat rising to your cheeks as you let this information sink in. A fancy hotel. A fancy hotel with a fancy couple’s suite. A fancy hotel with a fancy couple’s suite that only has one bed. And you’re with Kuroo, your very kind, understanding coworker. Your senior colleague. Your manager. Your totally hot manager. 

“What should we do?” You peer up at him, looking at him for the solution. You don’t know it, but he loves the face you make when you’re asking him for help. Your eyes go all wide and seek him out, eagerly awaiting for him to guide you.

“You can have the room. This isn’t the only hotel in existence, so I’ll probably head out and try to find a room somewhere else.” 

“No!” You’re shocked he would even want to go back out in this storm. Your exclamation is literally punctuated with the crack of thunder booming from the sky. “You can’t go back out there.” And because you’re aware of how rude your outburst was, you soften your voice. “Kuroo-senpai, I don’t think it would be reasonable for you to put yourself in harm’s way. We’re both adults, right? I… I don’t mind— We can just figure out the sleeping arrangements when we get into the room?” 

Kuroo smiles. 

“My kouhai has a point. You’re always so sharp, [Name].” 

You don’t know why, but despite the chill of your wet clothes and the air conditioning of the hotel lobby, you feel a warmth settling in your tummy and rising all the way to your chest as you let Kuroo’s praise blanket you. 

For a couple’s suite, there really isn’t much space to work with. The bed takes up most of the room, a grand king-sized mattress, plenty of space for two people to sleep on (and with each other). There’s a tiny loveseat in the corner that might just have been there for decoration or the opportunity to try out a different position, you’re not quite sure. The bathroom is connected, and the place has rose petals all over the floor and floral scented candles lit up. 

Kuroo lets out a whistle. “They weren’t kidding when they said couple’s suite.” 

You can only nod in agreement. 

“Do you wanna shower first?” The minute Kuroo suggests this, you’re instantly aware of just how wet your clothes are. Your white blouse is clinging to your skin, and when you look down slowly, you’re horrified to realize just how transparent the material got when drenched. Before you can get too embarrassed over the situation, Kuroo puts you (or tries to, anyway) at ease, just like he always does. “I’m glad no one else was in the lobby when we came, because I’m sure I look a mess.”

A hot mess, maybe. And hot in the sense that Kuroo looks too good right now. He looks like he just came straight out of a designer cologne ad or something. 

“Y-you can shower first.” You manage to squeak out. “It’s only fair. You’re the one who’s been doing most of the work all day.” 

While Kuroo’s in the bathroom, you’re practically spiraling. How are the two of you going to explain the charge of a couple’s suite on the company credit card? It wouldn’t have been so weird if you had been with one of your female managers or vice versa, but you and Kuroo are the closest in age to each other. The meeting dragged out for far longer than originally planned, and you’re worried about how the two of you will be perceived. If anything, Kuroo has the most to lose. Any enemies of his could easily use this as a way to stop him from getting his well deserved promotion. Oh God, you definitely ruined his shot at promotion. You’re terrible. You’re—

“Seems like someone’s thinking a little too hard.” Kuroo’s teasing tone pulls you from your rapid fire overthinking. 

You wish you hadn’t looked up. Standing in front of you is a shirtless Kuroo, his abs tight and glistening with droplets of water left over from his shower. The white towel is wrapped around his waist, but the view he’s providing is already enough to make you acutely aware of the fact that Kuroo is a man. His normally uncontrollable hair is weighed down with water, damp strands hanging in his face. And he has the nerve to just stand in front of you so casually, as if he isn’t practically naked! 

Maybe you’re the weird one. Great. So you’re practically eye-fucking your manager after despairing over how you basically might be the reason why he’s going to miss out on a great job opportunity. Right after you performed horribly during a client meeting, and then made him save you by finding you shelter in a very nice hotel. 

“I’m the worst.” You groan, frowning as you look up at him. 

“Hey, don’t say that.” He frowns right back at you. “That’s not true at all.” 

“You’re just saying that because you’re nice.” 

He lets out a short, sharp laugh. “A lot of people wouldn’t call me nice. It’s sweet that you would, though.” 

“How can that be true? Kuroo-senpai is the nicest person to me at work!” 

“Am I really?” You don’t notice how dangerous the glint in his eyes are, but you do have enough intuition to sense a shift in his demeanor. “Do you like that your senpai is so nice to you?” 

You don’t know what you do to him. It’s why you don’t realize how you’re essentially unchaining the beast locked up inside of him as you reply, “I like everything about Kuroo-senpai.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, because I like everything about my little kouhai, too.” 

Your eyes widen at this confession. The butterflies in your tummy are doing cartwheels right now. You can’t believe what you’re hearing, what you’re seeing. Are you hallucinating right now? That’s the only reasonable conclusion, but as Kuroo leans forward, you find yourself leaning a bit further back, just on instinct. He’s so much larger than you, more imposing. You feel like you have to shrink when he starts to close the distance between the two of you. He places his hands on the mattress you’re sitting on, effectively caging you in between his arms as he leans down even closer to you. So close that a drop of water from his hair lands right on your thigh. 

“Do you like me enough to let me kiss you?” 

Apparently, you like him enough to let him do much more than just kiss you. The kisses start off gentle enough. His lips are a bit chapped, but you like the feel of them against your much softer ones. He swallows up your little desperate whimpers, and he moves at a pace you can adapt to. When he notices you getting more confident in your movements, he gets rougher, more aggressive. It’s not just whimpers that he’s inhaling, now, but moans. Even in the heat of the moment, though, Kuroo still has enough restraint, enough decency, left in him to continue to ask for your permission. 

“Do you like me enough to let me do this?” He asks you, fingers prodding at the buttons of your work attire. You nod weakly, dizzy with pleasure from just a few kisses. He takes a sharp inhale of breath when your bra is revealed to him, and then he’s helping you slip out of your skirt, and he has to take a few seconds to admire the matching lace set you’re wearing. “I didn’t know my little kouhai was hiding this underneath her work clothes.” He mutters, and you can’t help but thrive off of the attention he’s giving you. 

He leans down ‘til his mouth is so close to your ear, you can practically feel the heat of his breath as he whispers, “Does my precious kouhai like me enough to let me play with her cute pussy?” 

You think you’re going to faint. You can barely breathe as you nod your permission, but he merely tsks. “Use your words, sweetheart. Otherwise, I won’t know.” 

He’s toying with you now. There’s a purpose to him asking his questions the way he does; he wants to see how far your admiration, your devotion, to him runs. A workplace crush might let him get away with a few kisses, but what about pounding into your sweet cunt? Do you like him enough to let him do that? 

Apparently, you do. Because you’re getting over your shyness. Because you’re whispering, “Yes. I l-like you enough to let you play with my pussy.” 

“Atta girl.” 

He’s on you within milliseconds. The pretty panties you’re wearing are now on the floor of this hotel room. He’s quick enough to figure out how to unclasp your bra, and that’s thrown to the ground as well. Laying completely bare and exposed, your work senpai wastes no time in having his hands explore your body, feeling out all the curvatures and angles that make you you. 

He takes a finger to pet at your cunt, humming approval when he already feels traces of slick gathering on the pad of his ring finger. “Did you get wet just from a couple lil’ kisses?” 

You don’t want to answer him, turning your head to the side in embarrassment because yes, you did, but his grin only widens. He presses a kiss to your cheek, finding you downright cute. “Don’t be shy. You did nothing wrong.” 

You did nothing wrong. 

He’s always telling you this, and the kind words never fail to make you feel all warm inside. That’s one of your favorite phrases to hear, but somehow, it hits differently whenever he’s pairing that heartwarming phrase with his finger in your cunt. 

“Ah, fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He grunts out, moving his ring finger in and out, in and out. “You know what I think you need? I think you need your senpai’s help in loosening you up. It’ll be good for you, wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod your head enthusiastically, and because you think he might like to hear you say it, you admit what he already knows. “Kuroo-senpai is right. You always know what I need.” 

“Good girl.” The praise has you tightening around his finger, and your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. He smirks, pleased with how sweet and pliant you are for him. A few bits of praise thrown your way, and you become a slut for him.

It’s a good thing your senpai cares about you so much. He cares about you so much that he’s adding his middle finger to the mix, curling the two fingers against your walls, relishing in your little mewls of pleasure. He’ll have to stretch you out, get you all nice and prepped for his cock. He cares about you, which is why he’s going to let you cum. 

“Feelin’ good?” He asks, knowing that from your moans of pleasure, you definitely are. His fingers work wonders within you, and Kuroo can’t help but admire how cute you are, his little kouhai. What would you do without him, hm? He loves the way your knees jerk and how you whimper every time his fingers curl right up against that sweet spot inside of you, the one your tiny fingers can’t seem to reach no matter how hard you try. Your cute little cunt is already so wet, so ready for his cock, that neither of you can seem to ignore the squelching sounds it’s making as he continues to work his fingers in and out of you. When he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing tiny figure-eights on the bud, you cry out his name, tacking on that familiar honorific he loves to hear falling from your sweet lips, as you cum all over his fingers. You cum so much that your essence is dripping onto his palm, trailing down to his wrist, and he thinks that this is exactly where you should be, where you always should be. 

“You’re so good for me. Look at how much my good girl came.” He coos, and you should be embarrassed about the mess you made, but when he sings out his praise for you like that, you can’t help but feel a tiny bit proud. 

“Can my good girl make me even prouder? Can you take my cock right now, [Name]?” 

Even if you couldn’t, you still wouldn’t have denied him. It’s a lucky thing, then, that you’re so desperate for him. You spread your legs even wider, inviting him, and who is Kuroo to leave such a precious girl waiting and wanting? It’d be cruel to. 

Which is why he doesn’t make you wait. 

Instead, he plunges his bare cock right into your pussy, groaning with satisfaction as he feels you clamp down on him. Of course you’d be clinging to him; you’re always clinging onto him, always following after him. Such a sweet girl, his lovely, adorable junior colleague. The kouhai who likes him so much, you’d allow him to fuck you nice and hard, to really make use of this couple’s suite and its obnoxious sized bed. 

He quickens his pace almost instantly, giving you no time to adapt to his girth and length. He grins when he sees your little fucked out expression, the way your tongue peeks out from between your pretty, pink lips and the way your cheeks are flushed, your hair a mess. The soft, breathy moans that escape from your mouth. You’re going dumb on his cock, and that’s perfectly fine by him. Let him do all the thinking, anyway. 

Kuroo places a hand on your lower belly, trying to gauge just how deep he’s thrusting into you, and when he finds out, he applies more pressure, pressing down on your soft skin, forcing you to take every inch he has to offer. He’s wringing out soft “ah ah ah!”s from you, and your legs wrap around him almost instinctively as you warn him that you’re about to cum once again. 

“So soon?” He grunts out, grinning meanly. “Normally, senpais don’t expect such slutty behavior from their coworkers, but since it’s me you’re going stupid for, I’ll let it pass.” Your legs are closing in on his body, your whole body jerking a bit as you start to lose control. “Go ahead and make me proud. Cum all over my cock like a good kouhai.” 

The minute the request leaves his mouth, you do. You cum all over his length, as he instructed, and he lets out a short laugh at how devoted you are to him.

“Good girl, my best girl.” He grunts out, fucking your cunt at a leisurely pace now before stilling, letting his own cum flood inside your perfect pussy. “My perfect little kouhai. You did so good for me.” 

And with your cunt full of your senpai’s cum, his cock still plugging you up and keeping everything tucked safely inside, he gives you a rather chaste forehead kiss that has you swooning.

Honestly, you don’t expect much to change between the two of you. It’s not like you think Kuroo’s just going to get down on one knee and let you take his last name or anything. You’re still trying to convince yourself that that night wasn’t some hyper-realistic dream, and the only proof that it was real was the remainder of his cum still settled inside your pussy when you woke up the morning after. 

Kuroo is still a good work senpai, always coming to your defense and fixing your mistakes. 

But you can’t help but wonder if he thinks that night he fucked you is just another work mistake of yours that he has to fix. Because of this, you’ve gone out of your way to avoid him as much as possible. So when the director of your team calls you to his office to let you know that the transfer request you put in months ago, way before that night at the hotel, finally got approved, all you can do is bow your head in thanks and return to your cubicle in a daze.

You don’t know what to do, and the person you would normally come to for guidance is the one person you’re trying to minimize interaction with.

However, word of your transfer spreads fast. After all, it’s a cause for celebration when the weakest link of the team is finally moving far, far away. Your coworkers are all being much kinder to you, and in the middle of them congratulating you on your move, you look across the room and lock eyes with Kuroo. His facial expression betrays nothing, but he quickly mouths supply closet before sneaking out of the office.

Five minutes later, you manage to follow him, gently opening the door to the closet, only to be dragged in immediately. The click of the door locking is loud, heard even above your rapidly rising heart beat, and that’s how you find yourself being ravished by Kuroo, during work hours, at your workplace.

When he chastises you for addressing him so casually, you immediately feel terrible. 

“Kuroo-senpai,” you mutter out, avoiding staring at him entirely. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah?” He growls out, keeping you pressed firmly against the wall. “What’re you so sorry for? For avoiding me, or for withholding the fact that you’re going to move all the way to Kyoto?” 

You shake your head, tiny droplets of tears gathering up in your eyes. When you look at him like that, like a little puppy who just got kicked, it only makes him want to ruin you some more, if only so he can have the honor of being the one to piece you right back together again. 

“Senpai, I-I didn’t know what to do.” You wail out. “I was scared that that night at the hotel didn’t matter to you, and I was embarrassed of how I acted then, and I applied to transfer to the Kyoto office ages ago, and when they finally approved it, I didn’t know if it would be smart to pull back my request. I’m sorry, Kuroo-senpai. Please don’t be mad at me.” 

He leans down, pressing his forehead against your own. “Not mad, baby. I was just a bit upset, that’s all.” He rests a hand against your hip, toying with the waistband of your skirt. “You shouldn’t have been embarrassed, though.”

“R-really?”

He nods. “Yeah. I fuckin’ love my little kouhai’s reactions. You shouldn’t be embarrassed around me.” He looks you in the eyes, tugging down your skirt and enjoying the hitch in your breath. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I was hurt.”

“I’m sorry!” You squeak out again, and he sighs. 

“If you’re really sorry, you’ll show me.” 

Apparently, the proper way to show him you’re sorry is to get down on your knees, ignoring the cold tile of the closet, and to unbuckle his belt, pull down the zipper of his slacks, and tug at his briefs in order to free his cock. He’s already hard, the tip of his cock an angry red with pearly white droplets of precum already gathering at the head. You shouldn’t be nervous; you had the full length of his dick inside of your pussy, but somehow, the task of taking him down your throat seems rather daunting. 

“C’mon, [Name]. Is my little kouhai getting shy again?” Kuroo teases, gently nudging his cock against your parted lips. Your tongue reflexively comes out, and before you realize it, your giving tiny kitten licks, getting your first taste of salty precum. You must make a face, because he laughs, before carding his fingers through the locks of your hair and suddenly, very suddenly, pushes you forward. 

He isn’t rough, but the presence and pressure of his hand is firm. He doesn’t push you down any further, but the first few inches of his cock is now resting against your tongue, and he’s savoring the warmth of your mouth, groaning as he feels the vibrations of you mumbling something in surprise. 

“Mm, this is a good starting point for an apology, don’t you think?” He muses, knowing that in your current position, you can’t really reply back. “Such a good kouhai for me. What am I gonna do when you move to Kyoto?”

His voice gets a bit huskier as he forces you to take more of his length into your mouth. When he starts thrusting gently, slowly getting you used to the feeling of him fucking your mouth, he lets out a groan. “So good, baby, so good. Do you normally let your senpais fuck your mouth like this?”

You mumble something, finding enough room to shake your head. 

“No?” He says, picking up his face. Every time he thrusts back in, he hits the back of your throat a bit harder, forces more of his length in. “You’re so good at taking my dick right now, though. Don’t tell me that this is your first time?” He looks down at you, eyes lighting up and a smile brightening his expression. “This is your first time sucking off a cock? Of letting someone fuck you like this?” He laughs, the sound full of genuine joy. 

“You’re the fucking best.” He tells you, before tightening his grip in your hair and pushing you down onto his cock. This is the only warning he gives you before you feel spurts of hot cum flooding into your mouth, and your eyes widen in surprise at the sheer amount that’s being poured into you. He lets out a little groan, tilting his own head back in pleasure as he keeps your head pushed down. The stimulation from you gagging around his girth only prolongs his climax, and you still can’t find relief when he pulls out of your mouth because he’s instantly demanding you open up and show him what a mess he made inside of you. 

You whimper, giving into your senpai’s request. You open up wide, sticking out your tongue to reveal the thick globs of white cum coating the appendage. Fuck, just the sight of you all submissive, on your knees, teary eyed and ready to please, mouth full of his cum… It’s enough to get him hard again. 

“You’re the best kouhai in the world.” He hums, patting your head, and you swallow up his praise just like you do his cum. 

[uzurakis]

hi kiara! can you please make a continuation of “their act of intimacy” but with gojo, toji, and sukuna? i melted the first time i read them with the other characters 😭 hope you have a good day ahead of you ❤️

THEIR ACT OF INTIMACY?

featuring: gojo satoru. ryomen sukuna. toji fushiguro.

n. aaa thanku for liking the previous one! this is for you nonnie <3 didn’t really proofread cause i’m running late on sleep lol. PART ONE HERE :0

GOJO SATORU. gojo finds it calming when you both take a shower together. however, his notion of "calming" may differ from the ordinary. instead of drowsing in warm water and doing all those private things such as soaping his back and shampooing his hair, you and him sometimes have other spontaneous ideas in mind.

as the warm water cascaded down, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of closeness that's as comforting as it is exhilarating. satoru, with his irrepressible charm and mischievous grin, stood beside you, his presence filled the space with a playful energy.

"ah, feels like heaven," he sighed, whilst eyes gleaming with shenanigans. you chuckled, reaching for the shampoo. “don’t start a water fight again, satoru. let us enjoy a nice and relaxing—“

but before you could react, a splash of water hit you square in the face, causing you to sputter and laugh. “gotcha!" the man exclaimed, his laughter echoed through the tiled walls.

"it’s sooo on now!" you declared, retaliating with a splash of your own.

and just like that, the bathroom transformed into a battleground, with water flying in every direction as you both engaged in your playful antics. amidst the laughter and the splashing, there's an undeniable sense of joy that filled the room.

"careful, satoru," you warned, dodging his playful advances, "you're going to get soap in your eyes."

but he just grinned. "not before you get ‘em first, babe.”

and so, you guys continued your playful banter. soaked to the bone and grinning from ear to ear, gojo satoru defines his own calming moments with you.

RYOMEN SUKUNA. your boyfriend is a big guy, or so he believes before you swoop in and baby him. does he resist? yes. but will he eventually agree? absolutely.

the aroma of freshly cooked pasta filled the air as you stood in the kitchen. across the room, your boyfriend, sukuna, leaned against the counter, watching you with a bemused expression. you took a small portion with a spoon in hand, "say 'a' for me, sukuna.”

"hell nah.” his face was holding back the disgust. “you know, i can feed myself, right?"

"come on, baby, just one bite," you urged, eyes pleading. he hesitated for a moment, then sighed, giving in to you. “no—tsk, fine.”

“just this once.”

as he reluctantly opened his mouth, you couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the sight of him being spoon-fed like a child. your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly swallowed the pasta, avoiding your gaze.

"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" you teased, unable to contain your amusement.

he grumbled something unintelligible in response, but as you proceeded to feed him, he took every piece and never turned it down until the last bite.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. toji never declines your offer to groom him. he rarely takes attention to his appearance, whereas you insist on cleaning up him up and do it with your own hands. at first, he doesn't think of it as intimate thing because isn’t it just about cutting and shaving? but as time goes on, he understands how much you value him and treasures the time you spent solely on him.

the soft glow of evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the cozy living room. toji sat on the couch, his unkempt hair falling into his eyes. you watched him from afar with a fond smile tugging at your lips.

“toji,” you called out. “your hair has gotten longer than the last time i remember.” he chuckled softly, already accustomed to this routine. "is it that time again?"

with scissors and a comb in hand, you approached him with a smile. “c’mere, sit down, baby.”

letting a shrug plus a grin, the man complied, settling onto the stool you'd placed in the middle of the room. as you draped a towel around his shoulders, his eyes met yours in the mirror.

"you know, i understand why you enjoy doing this so much.” he admitted, leaning back as you began to comb through his hair.

"you know why?” you replied, your voice soft as you worked. "it's about taking care of each other, babe. showing love in the little things."

he fell silent at your words, mulling them over as you continued to trim away stray strands. gradually, the tension seemed to melt from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of ease and contentment.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

[pshaven]

i found your account through the story of jealous jay... that's really amazing. would you write more for him? 🥹

ahh thank you smm!! ; girl bsf!reader, cunnilingus, implied pnv, enjoooyyyy

jay who just broke up with his girlfriend because she was insecure over you, his girl best friend, easily in his top three favorite women in the entire world.

he’s ranting to you, cheek against the palm of his hand as he tries to put into words how confused he is.

“i don’t get it. she’s— was, my girlfriend. i liked her, that’s why i even dated her in the first place? so why’s she even jealous over you?” he sighs frustratedly, because this is definitely not the first time one of jay’s ex’s broke up with him over him being too close with you.

you don’t really know how to break it to him. you know why the ex’s are all fussy about you, but you also know that if you were to tell jay that he has to distance himself from you, he would never do it.

you’re his favorite girl (other than his mother!). it would be too difficult for him to not hang out with you every other day. hell, he couldn’t imagine living a life without you.

“jay…” you start, placing a comforting hand on his thigh and you feel him tense slightly, “i think that, maybe… we shouldn’t keep seeing each other all the time while you’re dating somebody else.” you finally bite the bullet, but your shoulders still feel heavy.

jay doesn’t say anything for a solid minute. you start to feel even more awkward than you already were before, shifting slightly in your seat on the couch beside him and you begin to remove your hand from his thigh.

and then he scoffs. he shakes his head as if he’s in disbelief. “why does it sound like you’re breaking up with me too?” his tone sounding mean, hurt over that you would think he’d ever let you go.

well, he’ll just have to prove to you that you’re the only girl in his life.

“oh— ah, j-jay hold on!” you squeal, your legs being practically folded in half as your knees meet your chest. jay doesn’t waste any time, his tongue already prodding at your leaking entrance. his pinky finger hooking your ruined panties to the side, not bothering to fully take it off.

“damn,” he curses underneath his breath, the air fanning over your cunt that causes your hips to buck up into nothing. “leaking like you’ve been waiting for this, aren’t you? would’ve never wasted my time with her if i knew you were waiting for me all this time…” he rambles, staring lasers into your clenching cunt.

you whine, hips needlessly pushing towards his face. “stop it…” you say meekly, throwing an arm over your heated face. he tsks, his hand reaching up to remove your arm.

“cover your face again ‘n i’ll tie your hands together,” he says meanly, but his hand thats interlocking yours shows you otherwise.

but that mercy is easily taken away as he dips his head forward, tongue exploring your insides and he groans into you.

with a cry of his name, you writhe and squirm on the couch, your grip on his hand tightening and he reciprocates as well. his thumb caresses the back of your hand, so kindly…

totally opposite of the tongue that’s bullying your entrance and clit, switching back and forth like he’s indecisive on which to focus on more— but he easily solves the issue with a finger slipping inside with ease from your slick.

you start panting, “fuucckk— oh fuck, wa-it,” your voice breaking when jay enters another finger inside you, the stretch already more than what you’re typically used to.

he chuckles at your squirming, not bothering to obey your small pleas and cries for him to slow down. he’s too entranced with your taste, his tongue swirling and toying with your sensitive clit and the way you clench around his fingers? oh, he highly doubts you actually want him to slow down.

jay’s fingers entering in and out of you, the loud squelches of your sloppy cunt making you feel hot and embarrassed, but the overwhelming pleasure makes you dizzy. he pulls away to give your poor clit a small break, but his fingers are still relentless.

“girl, don’t fight me…” he drawls, leaning his face into your neck, peppering wet kisses near your ear. “wanna cum for me?” he whispers so gently, causing your hips to fuck back into his fingers. he groans at this, his voice near your ear making you even more sensitive.

you nod your head earnestly, your free hand grabbing onto his wrist that’s between your legs. “pleaassseeee,” you whine, moving your head to look at him.

he peers up from your neck, a smirk playing on his handsome features that makes you weak. he hums, “my girl wants a kiss?” and you nod again, a cute pout on your lips that he can’t refuse.

bringing his face closer to yours, he meets your lips into a sloppy kiss, your pace already needy and fast, contradicting his originally slow pace. he moans into your kiss, the hard on in his pants getting even more difficult to ignore.

his fingers curl up inside you, your lips parting against jay’s lips, whimpering and moaning loudly as your orgasm suddenly rushes over you. jay responds by kissing you harder, intent on stealing your breath away as you do your best to keep up with his kiss.

“nonono, ahh…” you whimper, your hips twitching from oversensitivity with jay still thrusting his fingers. he laughs softly, pulling his fingers away and giving your cunt a cute pat.

you stare at him with furrowed brows, but you look non-threatening with your chest heaving from catching your breath. “what was that for?!”

jay shrugs, “makin’ sure she can still handle my cock.”

[hischokehold]

sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.

König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."

"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.

It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.

"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.

Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.

With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."

You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky length over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.

"Mhm."

Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.

König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.

"Shmell sho good."

König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?

König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your weepy hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.

A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.

After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?

He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.

"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."

[maverickbabes]

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

Logan howlett x female reader

Warnings: petnames: bub, princess, pretty girl, some cussing, mirror sex, a little bit of Dom Logan, I think that's all if I missed anything tell me and I'll add it.

Summary: Logan wants you to see how pretty you look while being fucked by him

"Don't look away princess look in the mirror" Logan cooes as he turns your head to face the mirror. You mewl as you opened your eyes to see his dick slowly going in and out of your soaked pussy. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder as one of his hands trail up your body to cup your breast.

He squeezes it gently, taking your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. "Ah fuck" You moan as you tried to squirm out of his grasp but he has a firm grip on your hips as he tsks you. "Now why you trying to run away bub hmm? Is it too much for my babygirl to handle" He says as he bucks his hips up, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you.

"Please Lo" You whimper out as you bite your lip, holding back your moans. Logan looks at you through the mirror and smirks as he moves his hand from your breast up to your throat and squeezes it gently, asserting his dominance. "Look at you like this, so fucking pretty" He moans out as he continues to thrust up into you.

"Don't hold your moans I wanna hear how good I make you feel" He grunts as his grip on your hip and throat tightens slightly, earning a moan from you it sent shivers down your spine. "That's it pretty girl, such a good fucking girl" He praises as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

Your hip movements become sloppy as you feel him speed up, driving you up the wall as you feel every inch of him deep inside you. He notices how close you're getting and leans close to your ear. "You getting close for me bub? You wanna cum sweet girl?" He asks as he releases his hand around your throat and trails it back down to your hip.

"Y-Yes please let me cum I've been good" You whimper as you closed your eyes, feeling that knot in your stomach wanting to snap. "Cum sweet girl cum for me" He says and you let loose. You came all over his dick as some started to leak out of you and you opened your eyes, looking at Logan.

He comes seconds after you, his grip on your hips loosening as he let's out a deep groan. "Fuckkkk" He groans as he tilts his head back. You lean against him as both of your chests heaves up and down. "You did such a good job bub, such a good job" He praises as he sits up a little and moves some of your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"Round 2?"

[synamartia]

♡ I Got You ( Human!Alastor x Afab!Reader )

♡ Content Warnings: MDNI ; 18+ ; Porn without plot ; smut ; semi-public sex ; car sex ; brat taming ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; if I missed any, let me know!

♡ Author's Notes: For my darling wifeys Hazel, Mink, and Danny~! I hope I was able to deliver on the base idea 🥺 Not proofread, my brain stopped braining near the end so it's kinda rushed, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless~!

♡ Summoning: @hazelfoureyes ; @minkdelovely ; @sugoi-writes ; @fraugwinska

"Where's that- nngh! ... that attitude now, dear?"

You couldn't speak, your brain unable to even perceive the words that tumbled from Alastor's mouth as the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin filled your ears. "A- ah! Hah! Uh, oh, oh fuh-!" His hips slamming against the fat of your ass smothered any attempt to form words.

The darkness of the alley he had parked in kept your licentious activities hidden well enough from prying eyes on the bustling city street, thankfully. But the vehicle rocking back and forth from the force of his movements was a dead giveaway to anyone that lingered at the alley's edge a couple seconds too long - the moans of pleasure being torn from your heaving bosom, the pleading whimpers for him to fuck you harder a simple confirmation of what Alastor was doing to you.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked, his voice laced with a smug arrogance, and suddenly you found your head being pulled back, your sweaty cheek being torn away from the sticky leather when his fingers tangled in your hair and yanked even further until you were staring at the lining of his car roof.

Eyes clenched shut from the pain in your scalp and the delicious, burning stretch of his cock ramming in and out - going deeper and deeper than any of your previous partners, reaching new places you didn't know existed with every thrust - your nails sunk into the headrest of the seat you had been pressed against, clinging desperately to something, anything tangible to keep yourself grounded.

What was he saying just now? Oh, yeah - it was something about your attitude.

"I- hah! I said- fuck, I sssaahh-!" You managed to get out in between your gasps, biting the inside of your cheek to gain some semblance of control over the mind numbingly sensations coursing through your veins. Using the front seats as leverage, you craned your neck to peer over your shoulder until you could see Alastor's face, smirking at the site before you - rounded glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, pupils dilated, cheeks dusted with a faint pinkish glow, jaw slack.

"I said, you can fuck me better than that!"

"Such foul language! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Tsk, tsk, tsk," he teased, the flowy skirt of your dress bunched at your waist, giving him a clear view of the ripples being sent through your backside. His free hand grasped one cheek, guiding your sweet, sweet cunt up and down his excruciatingly throbbing member.

"You're right, I can fuck you better. But I wonder - can you?"

Detaching his hands from your hair and ass, Alastor spread both arms across the top side of the backseat, slowing the lazy bucking of his hips until he stopped moving entirely. Groaning loudly at his goading you into movement, you didn't waste a single second - rolling your hips back and forth on his lap harshly. Gripping the edges of the front seat tightly, your grinding gradually turned into a bounce, gaining speed with every downward motion of your hips.

"Ho-hoooh fuck yes, just like that! Keep going!" Alastor breathed out, watching as your hips gained speed with every downward motion, the 'smack, smack, smack!' of skin against skin and the obscenely wet squelching of your pussy filling the air and pushing you closer to your release, threatening to throw you over the cliff's edge of absolute bliss any second now.

Clamping down on his painfully hard length, Alastor let out a delectable little whimper, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back against the leather seat. Raking a hand through his damp chestnut locks, the pliant walls of your heated sex wrapped around his cock provided him with some amount of relief; but it wasn't anywhere near enough.

He needed more.

"Fuck, fuck, Alastor! I'm so close!" you cried suddenly, closing your eyes tightly as both of you felt the all-too-familiar fluttering of your pussy, causing your hips to stutter - leaving you right on the cusp of glorious ectasy but holding you back from that heavenly plunge. Alastor let out a breathy laugh at your predicament, wanting nothing more than to edge you, to grab hold of your hips and hold you still until your orgasm slipped from your grasp entirely. It would undoubtedly teach you not to act like such a brat, especially in public.

Had Alastor not been dangling off the very same cliff, he would have.

"I got you, dear."

And with that, his hands returned to the plush roundness of your ass cheeks and spread them apart for a better view, helping you to regain your momentum and planting his feet into the floorboard for added leverage.

"That's it," Alastor whispered, mesmerized by the sight of your ambrosian heat swallowing his engorged cock whole, his balls slapping against your neglected clit as he bucked his hips into you from below.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Don't stop, don't stop, almost there-!" he coaxed you into the beginnings of your release, imagining the way your face would scrunch up at the first few waves to come crashing over you. Thighs trembling, toes curling, your jaw dropped into a silent scream at the overwhelming pleasure hitting you over and over and over again, each wave more intense than the last.

Alastor wasn't too far behind you, and with one final thrust he was spilling his hot cum inside you and painting your walls white with his seed. He kept still as he rode out the high that accompanied his release, his hips pressed flush against your bottom while both of you panted and gasped and tried to bring yourselves back to reality.

"Fuck... maybe I should complain about your poor choice in musicals more often."

[chaepink]

DAY 5: HEAT IT UP! | TEMPERATURE PLAY

gojo loves being a brat and by the amount of times he has been one, he's gotten use to your punishments. so you decided to try something new on him.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ gojo satoru x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, temperature play, ice play, edging, brat taming, punishment, crying, bondage, mommy kink, blindfolding

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.2k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

You always knew your boyfriend was just so pretty. With his breathtaking blue eyes that you love to see tears fall from, to his luscious hair that you love to pull on, it's common knowledge that he's attractive.

But at this current moment, you like to think that he looks even more pretty: wrists tied to the headboard, a blindfold covering his eyes, head tilted back to reveal his neck, and legs spread to expose his hard dick.

You grin at his figure and coo at him. "I've barely touched you yet and yet you're shaking, baby." Sitting in between his legs, you let your hands roam up and down his legs, earning a shiver from the man.

You see his adam's apple bob and your hands pause on his thighs, mere inches away from his hardened dick. You're teasing him, he knows it.

Though you know that it's not enough to break his bratty demeanor yet.

Gojo grins at you. "What? You think im shaking cause of just this?" His tone is laced with cockiness to rile you up. "What are you going to do next, spank me mommy?"

A sly smile makes its way onto your face. "That sounds enticing but not today. Though I would shut my mouth if i were you, gojo." Before he could retort back, your hand ghosts over one of his nipples, immediately feeling it get stiff. Your action has him biting his lips to keep his noises in and you quickly put the nipple in your mouth, your tongue swirling around it before biting it. Gojo has always been a sucker for when you touch his sensitive nipples and you know it's a quick way to break his bratty demeanor.

Though you have another way to do so as your other hand reaches to grab a ice cube that you've placed in a bowl on the nearby nightstand.

"ah! s-shit is that are you can do?"

You chuckle. "Of course not, gojo." You immediately put the ice cube on his other nipple and oh do you love the reaction it emits from him. As the coldness touches his sensitive nipples, you watch his mouth open into a 'o' and his breath quicken. A drawn out whimper leaves him and his back arches, almost as if he wants the ice cube to press against his body even more.

"o-oh god!"

The contrasts of your warm mouth and the coldness of the ice has his head spinning. While the blindfold on him prevents him from already seeing anything, it heightens his other senses, making him extremely sensitive to your touch. Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to try something new?

The ice cube circles around the nipple as his other gets bitten, sucked, and licked. Little 'ah!'s and gasps leave him and when the ice cube begins to trail down his chest and melt, he sucks in his breath.

You finally pull back from his chest and lean in to whisper in his ear as the ice continues to move downwards to his stomach and finally his inner thigh where you hear him let out a whine.

"Where do you want the ice, gojo? Tell me." Ragged breaths escape from him. Your tone is innocent but he knows you're far from it. He knows that you know where he wants it but you want him say it himself. You want him to beg for it.

"mommy please!" You tsk, shaking your head.

"darling," you coo, "you know what i want to hear, dont you?" Gojo nods.

"put... put the ice on my dick? please?" You chuckle.

Without warning you put the ice cube directly on his tip and watch as it melts, the cold water dripping down to his base. He begins thrashing in your hold and throws his head back, curse words flooding out his mouth.

"fuck!"

You glance at his face and widen your eyes when you see his blindfold begin to darken and sniffles fill the room. But realization dawns on you. He's crying.

"are you really crying, gojo? just from some ice on your dick?" Gojo pouts at where he heard your voice from. "s-shut up! 'm not..."

You drag the ice down his dick and watch as it melts and mixes with his pre cum. "mhm, right." You feel him try to subtly grind against the ice.

Gojo's breath quickens at the unusual sensation but as it continues, the feeling quickly becomes addicting. It's not long till the ice melts all the way and he's begging for more.

You can only chuckle at his eagerness. "This is supposed to be a punishment, gojo. And yet you're enjoying it." Gojo shakes his head as if his thighs aren't shaking, dick isn't leaking pre cum, and moans haven't been leaving his mouth.

"Don't lie. You really are such a whore, aren't you?"

Gojo swallows but still shakes his head, making you let out a disappointing sigh. "Still acting like a brat?" You take another ice cube from the bowl and drag the cube from the bottom of his dick to the top, making Gojo let out a girlish squeal.

A hand on his thigh keeps him from trying to close his legs and the rope tying his hands to the headboard keep him from touching you. Though of course he could escape if he wanted to but his head is too mushy right now to even remember just how strong he is.

His loud noises are music to your ears. And you have a idea to have more leave his mouth.

You lean down and drag your tongue drags along the length of his dick, tasting the bitterness of his pre-cum and the coldness of the ice. The feeling of your warm tongue and the cold ice hits him like a train.

Gojo's reaction is immediate. His back arches as his a loud moan rips from his throat and you're surprised when cum shoots from his dick to make a mess on his chest. You immediately pull back a little with widened eyes as Gojo's chest rises up and down. Did Gojo just cum from just that?

After calming down from his orgasm, Gojo realizes how quiet you are and lets out a whimper. "I-I didn't mean to cum, I swear!" You see the blindfold covering his eyes start to damp again.

A cold feeling on your fingers makes you realize that you still have ice in your hand. You quickly see that some of Gojo's cum made it on the ice and with a small grin on your face, you lean towards him.

"It's okay, baby. Can you open wide for me?" He quickly does what you say and opens his mouth, tongue sticking out in anticipation of what you're gonna do. When you place the soiled ice cube on his tongue, his mouth immediately envelops it and he moans when he tastes himself on it.

However when your hand suddenly wraps around his dick, Gojo gasps in surprise and whines when he feels you start to play with it, his dick immediately hardening again.

"Did you forget that you're being punished, Gojo?" You tsk at him. "Don't think we're over yet." And Gojo whimpers at that.

note : this was kinda rushed, i just wanted to finish this as quick as possible since it's super late </3

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[ningvory]

risky — ning yizhuo

CW: 5th member au, vibrator, faceriding, switch reader, switch ning, degrading, a lil bit of pussy slapping, pussy eating, dumbification, hints of a orgy, pt.2 coming in like 2 days?

word count: 959 (it’s short i’m sorry yawl😓)

anon ask: “pleasing (aespa member) with a toy but then she gets too loud so you sit on her face?”

you and ning loved being risky, this was just another one of your nights of being risky. that being fucking ning with a pretty pink vibrator while the rest of the girls are sleeping.

“f-fuck!! right—right there!” ning whines, her hips jolting up from the sensation on her cunt.

you giggle, sitting between her legs and upping the tempo of the vibrator, making her cover her mouth to conceal her loud whines, “keep quiet, ning. do you want all the girls to wake up and hear you being a horny slut?” you softly speak, “but knowing my slutty unnie, i bet you’d love getting caught.“ you muttered, rolling your eyes when you notice her hips hump the air.

“n-not a slu—shit! oh oh my gosh!” she lets out a loud whine when you go to pinch her hardened nipples.

“tsk, can’t even follow my one simple rule, you really are a whore, unnie.” you sarcastically whine, “you’re so needy, don’t care who hears you, hm?”

you could tell ning was far from being coherent enough to hear any of your degrading words towards her, drool seeping out the side of her mouth and her eyes clouded with lust. you can’t help but coo at how cute she looks all for you to see.

“as much as i love hearing your sweet noises, you’re being too loud, don’t want the girls coming in.” you chuckle, “hold the vibrator and don’t let go.” you add on, taking off your panties before climbing up her body, aligning your slick covered cunt with her mouth. all her attention was immediately focused on your cunt hovering over her salivating mouth. letting out a silent whine when you began teasing her, not letting her taste your cunt, it was her favorite dessert.

“eager are we?” you tease, before sitting down on her pretty face, letting a chocked out moan when she began to lap up your juices. your hands flew to her hair when her moans began to vibrate on your cunt. forcing you to bite back a moan to keep your composure. “i-i said be quiet, ning. you don’t want jimin, aeri, and minjeong to hear how much you like being a slut.”

ning begins shaking her head in protest, the vibrations of her muffled ‘no’ making your body twitch and hunch over, letting out a airy moan.

she began to shake her head and moan into your cunt even more, seeing the effect it had on you, her nose bumping on your clit, turning your moans into loud whines. she couldn’t help but buck up into the air, pressing the vibrator harder on her clit to get her to cum even faster.

“ah! y-you want jimin, aeri, and minjeong unnie to know how much you love eating my pussy?” you taunt her, raising your hips up to try to catch a break but her hands grip on your plush thighs, bringing you back down of her face, practically suffocating herself with your pussy.

ning looks up at you through her hooded eyes, your back arched and your body shaking from her sucking and making out with your sweet cunt.

she grips on your thighs tighter, tongue switching from plunging into your cunt with her tongue to slurping on your juices. your hand quickly slaps over your mouth, muffling your now high pitched squeals and moans.

ning decides to switch up, sucking and quickly flicking her tongue on your clit. ripping a loud whine from you and making your eyes roll back so far that you began seeing stars. you tug on her black hair, to try and stabilize yourself from the new pleasure you’re feeling.

“n-ning—nghh!—just like that!” you whine, voice high pitched and a whiny mess ontop of her. your thighs began squeezing around her head and your body violently shaking before your white cum comes spilling out of your messy cunt.

quickly after you release on her tongue, ning lets out a muffled grunt. she kitten licks the cum oozing out your puffy cunt, overstimulating your cunt before she cums all over the vibrator and her hand.

ning licks up all of your white cum, almost getting pussy whipped again before she hears you whining and feels your body jolting from overstimulation, ‘ningyi, it’s too much.’

once she lets you go, your body meets the bed heavily breathing right beside her.

you could barely catch a break before ning pounces on your weaker body, pinning your hands besides your head.

“got nothing to say now, y/n? i think you’re the loud slut, got you whining all loud from me eating you out.” she lowly mutters, removing one of her hands to slap your fat cunt, making your eyes widen and let out a gasp from the unexpected sensation, hips moving away from her.

“don’t run away, baby.” she coo’s gently gripping your throat, harshly squeezing before she her lips meet yours, muffling your gasp.

you two were both too lost in the pleasure to even notice that the other three members were standing right by the door. your eyes meet with aeri, chuckling when you meet eyes with her. ning swiftly pulls away from you, turning her head to find out where the noise came from, only to see all the members standing by the door. how long have they been there?

“aww, why the shocked face, y/nnie? you look so cute, all whiny and needy from ningyi fucking you stupid.” aeri giggles, walking closer to the bed you and ning were on, karina and minjeong following behind her, both staring your bodies down hungrily.

“i think it’s time we punish you needy sluts.” karina speaks, starting to remove her clothes.

boy, you and ning were in for a long night.

[bamfkeeper]

Kurt with a goatee kills me...please imagine him. PLEASE. 18+ under cut, MDNI

I can't get it out of my head, but him with a goatee is one of my favorite looks ever. He's just sooo hot, that blue devil knows it too. I mean look at that fucking grin 😩

Warnings: afab reader, a lot of teasing because look at him, oral sex, brief unprotected sex, fingering, using his tail, semi-exhibitionistic situation

WC: 1.2k (kinda short, will write more of this one in the future though ^^)

I want to imagine so many things with him. Watching him groom would be hot for no reason. Him combing it or styling it in the mirror, catching glances and shooting you that damn smile. "What are you looking at, schatz? You always stare at me when I do this." he hummed as his tail flicked.

"Dunno just...watching you mess with it." you reply with a soft shrug, trying to hide how attractive you find his goatee.

Or laying on him at any point and reaching up to play with it, he grabs your wrist lightly and tsks you. "Ah, ah...now I just finished styling, meine liebling, you will make it a mess if you play with it." he smiled down at you, cheeky and knowing. You know, that smile that his canines poke out and you can't help but squirm where you are.

Imagine feeling that hair rub against your skin as his tongue laps away at you, he nearly pulls you up off the bed, his face buried as hot breaths leave his nostrils while his tongue is completely occupied. He slides it up and down your wet slit and flicks your clit, your juices soak his goatee and he pulls back, strings of spit and arousal connecting him to you.

"Ah, liebe...you are drooling..." he chuckled, his finger swiping over your wet clit and gently pushing inside, his finger slowly pumping in and out of you while you write beneath him. His expert movements pressed upward, curling and finding that delicious spot inside you that made you moan louder.

"So schön, I will always remember these sounds you make for me..." he purred and leaned down, his glossy lips pressed into yours. You could taste yourself on him, his goatee slightly damp too. Oh god, it turned you on so badly you felt like you were in heat.

"Kurt, I need more than a finger, and you know it..." your body squirmed as he playfully continued to curl his finger inside you, gently pressing up on that sweet spot that made you nearly see stars.

"I know, I know, I am not too cruel to deny you your needs." he retracted his finger from you, watching how your pussy tightened from the absence and he sighed, his cock growing harder between his legs as he looked down at your beautiful body.

"Mein Engel...you are like a piece of art in a cathedral..." he placed kiss after kiss on your body, his hands rubbing your hips and sides, his tail delicately wrapping around your wrists and guiding your arms above your head. "I worship only one God...but perhaps I could spare some of that dedication to you." he winked. "The closest to a real angel I shall ever see."

You whined, his words were so tender but his gestures were so hot, you felt loved and turned on at the same time. "Please, I can't wait any longer..." you glanced down at his cock, erect as a bead of precum got too heavy and slowly drizzled out of him, leaking onto your belly.

His cock was beautiful, his head swollen and purple, the damn thing always made you arch your back and you wanted him in you every chance you got. Especially when he gave you that stupid smirk that made your pussy grow hot and wet.

You gasped when he rubbed his tip up and down your silky folds, your mind fogged as you whimpered. He grunted, biting his lip as he slid himself against you, slickening himself up a little bit so it wasn't such a stark penetration. "Ready?" he arched a brow, looking down at you as he positioned himself once more.

You were so needy at this point, you couldn't help but buck your hips towards him and his tip slid in. He grabbed your hips and pinned them to the mattress, smirking at you. "Naughty thing." he panted softly, "You have no patience, do you, dove?" he questioned with a false tinge of disappointment.

You pouted slightly, your bottom lip protruding a bit. He chuckled at that and rubbed your lip with the pad of his thumb, "Now, don't pout, dove. I will give you what you need. I know if I don't, you'll become a little Teufel, won't you?" he nipped your neck and smiled against your skin as you let out a loud moan when he slid the rest of his length inside you.

Or imagine him getting out of the shower, his entire body slick and wet, his hair soaked and dripping onto the mat below him when he steps out. His goatee gathering large water droplets all the same. They drip onto his chest and run down his body, you have to hold back when you see him drying off, he ruffles his hair with the towel and he smiles at you.

How soft it would be after he showers. He grooms and fixes himself up after drying, and he kisses you, since you know you like that first thing after he's all done. "Still love it?" he questions with a chuckle, watching you sigh happily. You nearly melt in his arms.

"Oh yes, still love it..." you whisper and lean in for another kiss so you could feel that facial hair against you once more.

He makes jokes about shaving it off, (he's kidding), just to see you whine and beg him not to. "Oh, my heart," he holds his chest like he were shot. "Would thou not love me, if I were but a hairless blue boy?" he feigns dramatically. He always makes you laugh, your panic dying down and you roll your eyes at him. "Tease."

He knows that a single look gets you weak in the knees. During meetings, he will glance at you and you feel yourself stiffen in your seat. Suddenly you have good posture, and he chuckles to himself. If he feels extra cheeky...he will do more than just glance and give you a smirk.

His tail snakes around your leg, the spade slithering between your legs and pressing your core. Your breath hitches, you desperately try to look like nothing is happening, trying to pay attention to whatever is being said, but this blue imp doesn't make it easy.

His tail slides up and down, caressing your cunt through your clothes before he manages to slide it under, his bare tail feels your wet folds and you can see him grin out of the corner of your eye. "Frecher Vogel." he whispers so only you can hear.

You have to bite your lip, the tip of his tail pokes inside your wet entrance, exploring you expertly even though he was practically blind in the moment. He moved his tail tip to your bud and teases it, your legs naturally spread more and you hook your feel around the back of each chair leg, needing to focus on something else to keep you from moaning out loud in front of everyone.

The feeling of your sensitive bud being played with send shocks through your body, you were shaking with anticipation as his tail rubbed your clit, trying your absolute best to stay still. The gentle movements of it were driving you crazy, and the fact that it was his tail made everything feel even more naughty. He sat still like nothing was happening beneath the table, that cheeky bastard.

Your cheeks were surely red by now, no amount of hiding or squirming could distract from that. You feigned you weren't feeling well, which is why you looked feverish. Though, a quick glance at Emma and the split second of eye contact had her smirking like a fox at you.

Damn telepaths.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images: Immortal X-Men #7 (2022)

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 4 - Humping (an object) ft Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

I wrote this in a horny haze, I wasn't myself don't loOK AT ME DON'T PERCEIVE ME BYE. (You, I blame you, you know who you are //aff)

Short puffs of breath come out of your parted lips. 

Your hands claw at his robes, his spats. There was something incredibly erotic about being fully naked, on your knees, staring up like a little eager pet at the Chief Justice of Fontaine, pristine as ever wearing his full regalia.

Even kinkier that you were in his office at Palais Mermonia. 

Oh, but that wasn’t the extent of your depravity…

You bite your lip to muffle the soft little whines that threaten to burst, hips moving back and forth, twitching, keeping a staccato rhythm as you rub your pussy on his polished black cane. Trying to get the angle just right to stimulate your needy clit. 

“Mmmm…. ah…”

Neuvillette wasn’t very sure of the appeal at first but now as he looms over you, he understands. His throat dry, jaw tight with a closed expression, yet his eyes burn with a fierce intensity, his desire barely hanging on a thread.

He catches the scent and then the sight of your slick glistening along the length of his cane and almost growls, a soft rumble on his chest. His grip tightening on the object’s handle.

You close your eyes and toss your head back, back arching.

“F-ffuck…”

“Language, dear.” He says before he can even think. His voice is deep and hoarse. 

Neuvillette tilts the cane slightly to tease your folds with the tip of it and you stutter and moan, eyes widening. “Y-yes sir…” You blurt out.

He narrows his eyes. That gone already? “Enjoying yourself, my nymph?” 

You nod, rutting frantically against the sleek object. “Yes, yes… always… wanted to do this.” Your thoughts are fuzzy, head swimming in pleasure.

He tsks. “How indecent.” 

You whine.

It goes on for a little while, your legs starting to get sore, your hips tiring and yet you’re more worked up than ever, all hot and bothered, shivering and frustrated.  

“Sir… please…” You pant.

“Hm? What is it?” He sees you stop, chest rising and falling with rapid breath, your perky nipples tantalizing.

“Please… fuck me. I need you inside me.” 

“Tired of your little indulgence already? You got yourself in this predicament.”

Oh he wants to see you beg. 

“Please, please please please, ruin me, fill me up… I need you.” 

he raises the end of the cane up closer to him, the scent of your arousal intoxicating. He runs a gloved finger along the shiny surface, gathering some of your juices, and licks at it, you whimper and squirm. “Such a waste… very well, then” Neuvillette dismisses the item with a wave of his hand, it disappears in a rain of sparkles. “Bend over my desk.” 

[charliemwrites]

Part 3 for mean!Simon

Content: Consensual dom/sub between Simon and Johnny; dubcon interactions with reader and Johnny. Simon is a dick per usual.

When Johnny comes home, the first thing Simon does is set him back to rights. He's been gone a bit, long enough to need a refresher on how things are done. Just in case he's gotten some silly ideas about who calls the shots.

So once he's through the door, squeezed a little "oof" out of you, and stuck his tongue down your throat, Simon hauls him off for a "reintroduction."

Simon gets him off fully-clothed, whining and panting on his boot, before he's satisfied that Johnny's not forgotten any of his manners. He's rewarded by getting to suck Simon's cock unguided for a little while, drooling and moaning and choking himself to tears. It makes such a pretty sight, Simon is almost tempted to save his discipline for another time.

Almost.

"Up."

Johnny's flushed face twists with dismay, but he drags himself away.

"What have I always told you about your toys, hm?"

Cock-drunk, it takes Johnny a moment to understand the question and develop an answer.

"Tha' I hafta earn 'em," Johnny answers, voice ruined.

Simon hums, carding his fingers through Johnny's sweat-soaked hair.

"And to keep 'em?" Simon prompts.

"Take care of 'em."

Such a smart, well-trained boy... mostly.

He yelps as Simon twists his fingers into his mohawk and wrenches his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his bobbing throat.

"Then you want to explain what the fuck you've been doing with that pretty pussy I got you?"

Johnny's blinks, sputters. But it's obvious he doesn't understand what Simon means or why he's in trouble. Simon sighs in disappointment, knowing that'll just upset Johnny more.

"'S my fault, I s'pose. Thought you were ready." He shakes his head, eases his grip on Johnny's hair. "Thought you knew how to take care of such a nice toy."

He remembers the unmarked skin of your plush thighs, your round ass. Tsks and shakes his head, watching Johnny paw wordlessly, pleadingly, at his pants.

"M'sorry, sir," Johnny whimpers, puffy bottom lip wobbling. "M'sorry, I'll do better."

"Fuckin' right you will," Simon growls, curling a hand around his vulnerable throat. "Because you're not getting her back 'til I've taught you better. Understand?"

Johnny only just bites back a whine. But he sees the way Simon's eyes narrow and quickly nods, leaning into the hand on his throat, body going lax in submission.

"Yessir," he slurs. "Understood."

Simon strokes his thumb over Johnny's pulse, rumbling with approval. "Atta boy. Your first lesson: if you don't mark something as yours, it's free for the taking."

He hauls Johnny up and throws him face down on the bed.

"Let's begin."

--

By the time he's done with Johnny, the sun has gone down and the house smells like food.

It seems you haven't been idle while they've been preoccupied. Dinner is simmering on the stove and you're just finished turning the dishwasher over.

You turn as Johnny enters the kitchen, expression carefully neutral when you notice the slight limp in his step and the new, dark marks on his neck. He comes right up to you, slinging his arms around your waist and burrowing into your hair.

"Missed you, bonnie," he sighs. "Didnae say so earlier in all the excitement."

From the doorway, Simon watches you blink and carefully circle your arms around him in return. But your body stays rigid, slanted ever so slightly away. Would maybe even be leaning back if not for the counter against your spine.

"It's alright, I um... I got it from the kiss," you assure, patting his shoulder.

He nuzzles in a bit and you seem curious, confused. "Everything okay, Johnny?"

"Aye, jus'... LT says I cannae play with you for a while."

Your eyes dart to Simon, going big and nervous when you realize he's observing.

"Ah. W-well... uh, we can worry about that later, right?" you soothe, gently pulling away to look him in the eyes. He's bit sniffly still, even though Simon made sure he was good after "lesson." You just seem to comfort him like a favored stuffy. "Let's get a proper meal in you for now."

Johnny nods, clutching onto yours hand as you lead him around the kitchen. Collecting serving bowls, spoons, ladling out stew in generous portions - at least for two of the servings - all with one free hand.

Johnny is quiet, drowsy. You keep glancing at him, but he only sways into you whenever you stop moving, rubbing his cheek against yours.

"Havnae been takin' care of you right," he mumbles as you're reaching for tumblers from the cabinet. "LT is gonnae teach me better, though."

You freeze, blood draining from your pretty face. Your eyes flick fearfully to Simon, right where you last saw him. He doesn't so much as twitch, staring you down until you visibly swallow and turn away. There's a little tremble to your hand now as you finish getting the glasses.

"That should be... interesting," you manage. "Ready to eat?"

"Aye, m'hungry. Missed your cooking."

You muster up a shaky smile and gently hand him a bowl of stew.

"That's good to hear, Johnny. C'mon, before it gets cold."

You send him off to the dining table. In his absence, you draw in a deep breath. Then pour Simon a glass of bourbon, taking both it, and his bowl of stew to his customary spot at the head of the dinner table.

He stalks from his place in the kitchen doorway, purposefully crossing you at the corner so that you're forced to flatten yourself against the wall and sidestep. While he seats himself, he hears you getting yourself a water, collecting your own bowl.

When you return, you try to sit next to Johnny as usual, who's sat at Simon's right. This way, he acts as a buffer between you two. But Simon clicks his tongue and you pause, turning to him with a curious blink.

"Over here." He gestures to his left side, putting you across from Johnny.

"Oh... um, okay."

You shuffle around to the other side, still shaky as you set your bowl down and take a seat. Simon watches you for a long moment as you studiously avoid his gaze, eyes on your water glass.

"This is your spot from now on. Understood?" he asks.

You tilt your head enough to make it obvious you're answering him. "Yes, sir."

"Look at me when you answer," he corrects.

You twitch a bit, shift uncomfortably as you force your eyes to look at his chest.

"Yes, sir," you repeat, soft and conciliatory."

"Atta girl," he gruffs. "Now fuckin' eat, the both of you."

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[selfloverrrrrr]

Request:

Yandere Sukuna noncon's the reincarnation of his late unwilling wife.

Reborn..?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

I'm a student of jujutsu high Tokyo. I'm a first year.... Gojo satoru is the one who took the responsibility to make us understand our cursed energy and how to use. And us means me and my friends. Actually We're best friends... Me, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara.

IT was a normal day. I was gossiping with my friends. Yuji and Nobara. Megumi just left the room because he got a call from someone. He just left. So we three were gossiping when Yuji mentioned how much disgusting Sukuna's fingers tastes. Sukuna, about whom I heard that he's possessing over Yuji's body. But I haven't seen him yet.

"Hey...it can't be that much disgusting taste!" I said. "No y/n believe me!!! It's taste is so disgusting!" Yuji replied. "How can I say? I haven't tasted it...lol" I said. "But you can..." Yuji said. "What?!" I asked. " I have a finger... you wanna taste it???" Yuji replied. "Do you think it's safe?" Nobara asked Yuji. " Yes I do... cause I haven't eat so many fingers... I have just eat two fingers...so I don't think three fingers will do anything " Yuji replied. "Sounds interesting... give me the finger " I said.

Yuji handed me a Sukuna's finger. I unwrapped it and put it inside my mouth. And ewwww....it does taste disgusting!!! I closed my eyes tightly and swallowed it anyway. "How was it???" Nobara asked. "What did my expression said??!!! Ewwwwwww" I replied. "Hahaha told you" Yuji said. "Ok ok but don't tell it to anyone else...or else you gonna be in trouble!" I said. Nobara and Yuji nodded.

After a while Megumi returned. "Who's call was it?" Yuji asked. " It was Gojo sensei...he told us to return to droom" Megumi said. "Ah okay then... let's go...bye, see y'all tomorrow" I said. And give me a good bye back. After that we all went back to our room. And I was too tired so I changed my clothes and went to sleep.

I fell asleep. But all of a sudden I saw a dark place. Then I saw a red light. When I went close to that light I saw skulls everywhere! I got scared why is so many skulls here?! Then I saw a throne on all of those skulls. And a guy was sitting on the throne wearing white kimono.

"Who the hell do you think you are to come here without my permi-" he paused his sentence when he looked at me. "Y/n?" He spoke again. Who is he? And how did he know my name? Within a blink of eye he was standing infront of me. I screamed and almost fell on my back but he grabbed my hand.

He pulled me towards him and grabbed my waist. "Y/n....?....how?!" He said. "Who the hell are you??? Let me go!!!!" I screamed. "You don't know me?" He asked. "No I don't!! I'm asking you who are you???" I asked. "Y/n...clam down. Try to remember! I'm Ryomen Sukuna.... your husband!!!" He replied.

My eyes widened. So he is Ryomen Sukuna??? But why is he saying that he's my husband?! "No I don't know you and I'm not your wife" I replied. He stared at me for a second. "What's your name?" He asked. "Y/n l/n" I replied. "Rebirth... I see" he said.

"What are you talking about" I asked. He looked at me and smirked. "You died...in your past life. You were my wife. Someone poisoned your food. I don't know who or how....but let's not talk about that time... I don't wanna remember it. Now look... I got you again" he said still smirking at me. I tried to push him away. "Let go off me!! I'm not your wife....let me go!" I said. "You know what? First time I liked something which is done by that brat" he said. He was holding me too tightly with his body.

"I don't want to know anything just let me go!!!!" I said and tried to push him away. But his grip was too strong. "Tsk tsk... I found you after fucking 1000 years! And you think I would let you go" he said. I started crying in fear. "Yuji!!!! Nobara!!!!!! Megumi!!!!!! Gojo Sensei!!!!! Please someone help me!!!!" I screamed with all of my power. Sukuna smirked. "Noone hear you darling.... Noone is gonna help you!" He said and cackled. "W-what.... w-what do y-you want?" I sobbed. "What I want?" He spoke. I stared at him with teary eyes. "Are you a virgin, y/n?" He asked with a smirk. I could feel where it's going. He grabbed my face and dig his nails in my cheeks "I asked you a fucking question" he said with grinded teeth. I just nodded. "You waited for me to take your virginity again?" He said. I still tried to push him away but he was laughing at my weak attempts.

He threw me on the floor. Took off his kimono and threw it on the floor then knelt on the floor infront of me and started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."stop?... You should be great full that it's your husband who's taking your virginity! The fun part is about to began ~" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "S-stop ...... Oh god please stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my pant and then took off my pantie."spread those legs wider, slut " he whispered and then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " filthy whore is fucking wet". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was big and thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. " You whores will never learn how to behave " He said and slapped me. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was licking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly "you're still fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength. I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Stop struggling slut...!!!" He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out. All of sudden I woke up taking deep breath and saw everyone sitting infront of me.

Megumi's POV

I was laying on my bed and scrolling through my phone. Suddenly I heard a scream. "Yuji!!!! Nobara!!!!!! Megumi!!!!!! Gojo Sensei!!!!! Please someone help me!!!!" I heard that scream and get off my phone. I knew it was y/n's voice. I run out of my room. I saw Yuji and Nobara also run out of their rooms. "Did you all heard that scream too?" I asked. " Yes we did" Yuji and Nobara said together. We all rush towards y/n's room.

"y/n!!!! Open the door!!!! What happened??? We're here... open the door!!" We all screamed. But not a single answer came. "We have to call Gojo Sensei" I said and called Gojo. "Hmm Megumi" Gojo pickup the call. "Sensei whatever you are doing right now stop that there and just run infront of y/n's room" I said. "What happened?" He asked. "We even don't know what happened! She was screaming for our help...she was screaming for your help too!" I said. "Hold on" Gojo replied and he teleported himself infornt of us. "Is she inside?" Gojo asked. "Yes" we replied.

Gojo teleported himself inside y/n's room and opened the door. We all went inside. We saw y/n on her bed. She was shaking in her sleep as if she was struggling with something and she was groaning too. We all rushed towards her bed and tried to wake her up. "Y/n wake up! What happened?" I asked. "What the-... why can I feel Sukuna's energy inside her?" Gojo asked seriously. He was too serious. I was shocked. Sukuna's energy inside of y/n??? How's that possible?! Gojo was glaring at us. "Sukuna's energy? But how's that possible?" I asked.

"I'm asking the same question to you all!!!" Gojo said angryly. "A-actually sensei...." Yuji began to speak "we all were playing... and we feed her one of Sukuna's fingers " Yuji said. "What!!!" I and gojo exclaimed together. "Yuji that's a special grade curse spirit! Not a play thing!!!" Gojo screamed. Yuji and Nobara were silent. "Megumi quickly go to the office room at the ground floor and there's a Sukuna's finger... quickly bring it here" Gojo said and I run to bring the finger.

Gojo's POV

After a while Megumi returned with the finger. "Yuji...eat it" I said. "W-what...oh ok ok" Yuji replied. Megumi sit on the bed and gave Yuji the finger. Yuji unsealed it and put it in his mouth. He swallowed it. Immediately y/n woke up taking deep breath. She took some breath then looked at Megumi. She grabbed Megumi's hand "M-Megumi please... P-Please call Gojo Sensei" she sobbed. "I'm here" I said putting a hand on her back. She looked at me and hugged me. "S-sensei please.... please I don't want that again... I hate him.... I hate Sukuna" she sobbed. "I know y/n...now clam down and tell us what happened?" I asked. Y/n took a deep breath. "Idk.... Idk what he was saying... believe me I've never seen him in my entire life! Sukuna was shocked when he saw me first. Then he told me that I was his wife 1000 years ago then someone poisoned my food and I died... and he said I reborn again " she said. She's reincarnation of Sukuna's dead wife?! "But sensei I don't know if I was his wife or not but I don't want him" y/n sobbed. "Hey it's okey.... Can you tell us what he did? Why were you screaming for our help?" I asked. "H-he took my...." She began to speak. "Took your what y/n? " Nobara and Megumi asked. "M-my virginity " she whispered. Our eyes widened. I glared at Yuji. "Look what your play have done Yuji!....do not let Sukuna take over you inform of her!" I said. "I'm sorry y/n I didn't know he's gonna do that kind of anything!!!...and Sensei don't worry I won't let him out infront of her" Yuji replied and I nodded. "Nobara you're gonna sleep with y/n... I'm gonna talk with the principal tomorrow and make you two roommates... and y/n, don't worry I won't let him touch you ever again... just sleep okey and call me if you need me " I said and we all left the room.

Sukuna's POV

"this brat!!! He has to eat the finger again?! .... Doesn't matter... she's mine... I'm gonna have her again and nobody's gonna stop me" I said with a smirk.

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[gardnhee]

simply divine - C.BG

౨ৎ warning(s). smuttyyyy, needy/whiny gyu, kind of filthy, gyu is bratty, switch!gyu/yn, yn is older by 2 yrs, impact play, they’re both rough, use of “whore”, somnophilia if you squint - lmk if I missed anything :3 !

౨ৎ nonidol!gyu x afab!reader

౨ৎ wc. 1.2k

౨ৎ note. i was having a lil nice conversation with @beomiracles about gyu’s adam’s apple, then I came to the conclusion that I am, in fact, obsessed with it. so here’s a drabble to make up for the lack of fics ! > 0 <

Insatiable is the best way to describe it. This need, this hunger. It consumed you. Especially now that you’re straddling your boyfriend’s lap, lips swollen and irritated, wanting more.

The rain is relentlessly drumming on your window, dimmed lights casted upon Beomgyu’s jaw-dropping features. His eyes are lidded, glossed over with lust and urgency. Disheveled hair, goosebump ridden skin, delectable lips that you can’t seem to get enough of.

You caress his cheek, finger tracing over his flawless skin, eventually traveling to his neck. You grin, gently pushing him onto the mattress. “Be gentle…” Beomgyu mutters, slim hand wrapping around your wrist as he props himself up on his elbow.

“Oh, shut up. You weren’t complaining when I had your lip between my teeth.” You retort matter-of-factly, guiding him down until his spine kisses the soft surface.

“You’re right, now I want another kiss.” He pouts.

“Ask nicely and I’ll consider it.”

He rolls his eyes, gripping your waist so he can slowly move you over his crotch, “please,” his voice is breathy, groaning at the friction, “please kiss me.” You swallow, granting his wish without another word.

He makes it so hard for you to be mean.

However, you can’t give in so easily. Not when his Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, begging to be touched, to be sucked on. His mouth is hot against yours, ravenous, sloppy. Like you’re his oxygen, his one and only need. Beomgyu’s grip tightens like a vice, refusing to let go.

You bite his lower lip as his hands roam under your shirt, carving crescent moons into the supple skin. You flick his left nipple, hot and perky, pulling away from his mouth to peck the hard nub. You moan against him, nipping at it, and eliciting a mewl from the younger male.

“Fuck…hah…ah…” gyu’s thighs tense as he whines, squirming, “‘m g’na cum…” His fingers find their way into your hair, “stop,” tugging at the strands to bring you face to face with him.

“Don’t fucking pull my hair again, you whore.” You smack his hand away, nails digging into his cheek as he seethes. “You’re such a brat, beomgyu…” you murmur, tilting his head back till his back is arched just enough, exposing his soft neck and that delicious bump you love so much.

“Stay like that, don’t move.”

“What if I do?”

You strike him across the chest, making him jolt with a wail, “don’t even think about it. Be obedient.” Beomgyu tsks, narrowly cocking his head to peek at you. “Head back. I’m not going to ask you again.”

“I really regret giving you the reigns today.” His comment lacks any real meaning, he loves you, and he adores when you take the lead. He’s not fooling anyone, especially you.

“Yeah, right.” You lean in, kissing his Adam’s apple. He sighs, smile lining his lips. You proceed to suck on the bump, drawing circles on his nipples with your thumbs.

A wanton moan slips past his reddened lips, “ah…oh, god.” He shivers as your nimble fingers brush over his abused skin, littered with love bites. “You look so,” you lick his Adam’s apple, “fucking heavenly.”

“Thank you - fu…uuck - princess.” Beomgyu’s head lolls, tears clumping to his wet lashes, “please…keep sucking-!” His words are clipped, muscles tensing under your touch.

“Look at you…” you coo, getting ahold of his matted hair, which is sticking to his sweaty forehead. There’s a sheer layer of shine blanketing his body, abs twitching below you. You can’t help but taunt him. “I’ve barely even touched you.”

“B-barely?!” Your boyfriend echoes, rather baffled, disbelief flashing through his teary eyes.

“You heard me.”

“Stop being an asshole, yn, and just fuck me.” He presses the heels of his palms over his eyes in frustration.

You shrug, moving to his neck, and ignoring his aching cock, twitching under your unmoving body. “God - ngh - damnit.” Beomgyu grips your shirt, tugging at it.

“I’ll give you what you want when I see fit.” You scowl, words muffled, seeping into his neck. You swirl your tongue around his Adam’s apple, humming in glee because you’re just so in love. Because you just can’t believe he’s yours.

The pads of your fingers trail over his collarbones as you lick a thick stripe along the way. “I really love you, Beomgyu.” You whisper, so faint it would fly over anyone’s head had they not been listening.

Beomgyu isn’t just anyone, though.

“What’s this about? So suddenly?” He chuckles, soothingly running his tender fingers through your damp hair. “I said, I really love you, Beomgyu.” You repeat, much louder this time.

“Come here.” Gyu grabs your arm, dragging you along till you’re lying above him. “I love you more, yn. So, so much.” He airily kisses you, not like before — it’s not loud, urgent, but meek and quiet.

“Oh, fuck this.” You unzip his pants with urgency, shimmying them down in a feeble manner. You want him. You want him so, so bad. And you simply can’t hold back anymore.

In the blink of an eye, you’re hovering over his anticipating dick, mushroom tip leaking pre. You sink, ripping a wince from his chest. “F-fuck!” Beomgyu stutters, clawing at the already soiled sheets.

“God it— f-ha! — it’s s-so good!” Tears spill over his stained cheeks. “Y..yeah..” you agree, grinding painfully slow. He trembles, gawking at the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him. Your palms are flat on his heaving chest, marveling at the sweat trickling down the curvature of his pecs. “Im so close…” you grit, subtly quickening your pace. Beomgyu nods frantically, “y-yes please!” Mind somewhere else as drool dribbles off his chin, eyes rolled back.

“baby you’re - mff - doing so well…” You clench at his words, convulsing as a wave of ecstasy washes over you. You quiver, toes curling with shaky breaths. It’s so blissful, like a wave of euphoria cursing through your veins, making your toes curl in white-hot pleasure.

The top of his thighs are now flush against your ass, “I’m close, pretty…” he kisses your temple as your face is nuzzled in his neck. He thrusts, each stroke touching your soul in a way that makes you see stars. Electricity finds purchase at the tips of your fingers, prodding under your skin till it rips at the very seams of who you are.

Beomgyu always felt otherworldly, everything about him is just new and refreshing. He finds a way to accommodate to your every need, and vice versa. “Oh, f-uu…!“ he stills, words dying in his throat, mouth ‘o’ shaped in a quiet moan. His thighs quake, pressing you even tighter against him.

Once his climax is nothing but a faint throb in his groin, he peeks at you, laughing quietly. “No way you fell asleep…” he mutters, eyes fighting sleep themselves. “Guess I am, too.” He feels the low rumble of your chest, rising and falling, breath fanning his collarbones. Beomgyu pulls out with a bite of his lip, brows furrowing at the sensation. Soon enough, he’s fast asleep with you in his arms.

His safe space, his home, so utterly and simply divine.

౨ৎ … I hate this !!! went on vacation so I couldn’t finish it, decided to come back to it and rush 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️.

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PART 2 Daddy’s Little Girl

Logan x reader

Warnings: Age gap (early twenties reader) , swearing, first times, virgin reader, plus size reader, tension, oral f receiving, smut, daddy kink, dom!logan, Abuse (Not from Logan), anxiety, depression, mention of self harm scars, reader has muscle issues and body pain, angst

Taglist: @clairealeehelsing @dirtydianaahah

Previous part <-

You awoke with pain in your body. You were fine for a few groggy minutes before you felt all your muscles angrily annoyed at your existence. You struggled to go down the stairs and jump into the truck earning a pissed off look from your dad and back handed comment about your weight. You hardly ate, worked hard all day and yet you still looked like this, then again before when your mother was alive she would make the best food, take you out for lunch dates and sweet treats, the movies too. You want to smile at the memory as the truck bumps along and soon you’re back at the lumber station. You see most of the team already there including Logan and feel thankful he won’t be around to see you wince and struggle.

“Get some fucking work done today” your father snaps at you in the car before leaving. You gulp a bit before sliding down to the ground with a wince seeing the mask your father puts on as he shakes hands with his team members. You close the door and sigh a little only politely saying hello when the others wave before you head to your trailer. You curse when you sit down, back and hips protesting in the uncomfortable wooden table chair. You grab the couch cushion but it doesn’t help and you make a small fake sob noise before turning on the computer.

It’s around lunch and you jolt a bit realising you’re falling asleep and a cars pulled up. You relax seeing Logan’s car with him and Graham in it. You get up awkwardly but peer out the door.

“Everything ok?” You call.

“Yeah all good love, need some more blades!” Graham calls and you nod to the man with a smile before heading back inside. You press fingers to your temples your eyes hurting as well and a headache coming on.

“Knock knock” Logan says before walking in.

“What’s up?” You say putting on a smile.

“You need anything?” He asks and you frown a bit.

“No, I’m alright” you say a little confused.

“Want anything from the bakery?” He asks.

“Oh, just a sandwich please, I can pay” you say grabbing your phone.

“I’ve got Bub, be back in a bit” he says tapping the trailer before leaving. You wave them goodbye before sagging again damn this chair is killing your back. You get up and awkwardly get on the small couch, it’s not really comfortable your legs hanging off the edge with your jumper as a makeshift pillow but it’ll do.

You awake to a gentle shake frowning as you come back to reality.

“Sorry, sweetheart” you hear and mumble an it’s ok before you realise it’s Logan.

“Ah, oh no” you say getting up way too quickly and rushing to see your phone thankfully empty of calls.

“Fuck” you mutter leaning against the desk biting your inner cheek. You wish this pain would leave or you could go to the doctor.

“What happened? You ok?” Logan asks reminding you he’s still there and that you’re not wearing a jumper.

“Fuck, I mean yes, sorry” you stand up forcing a smile awkwardly trying to hide your inner arms.

“You don’t have to lie to me Bub, what’s going on?” He asks and you sag a bit in the shoulders.

“Just some pain” you shrug.

“Where?” He asks placing the bag he’s got in his hand on the table before circling it.

“My back, hips, shoulders, neck” you ramble.

“It’s fine really, I’ll take some Panadol” you say frowning a bit when he goes behind you.

“Geez your necks tight” you almost moan as his hands gently massage your shoulders and neck.

“Got a million knots too” you can’t think properly with his hands on you, your head hanging.

“It’s fine” you slur like you’re drunk.

“You’re not fine” he tsks and you just nod a little. It feels so nice, his hands are warm too strong but gentle. It’s interrupted by your flinching when you see your dad’s car approaching. You move away faster than you ever have making the man frown his hands hung mid air before he lowers them. You wince at the sudden movement wanting to scream at yourself. Your dad walks up to the trailer and frowns seeing Logan already there and eyes the small bag on the table.

“Lunch’s in the car, Grahams got it” Logan says casually as you stare at your feet.

“Thanks Logan” is all your father says as he gathers more rope and heads back to the car.

“I got you a sandwich and some juice” Logan says pointing to the bag.

“Thank you” you mutter.

“Just take it easy alright, try not to sit or stand too long, have a warm bath maybe hey?” You nod as the man leaves with a small sigh. Once they’re gone again you sit down take some Panadol and try not to cry at work.

Back at home the door doesn’t even close before your father’s yelling at you. Something about how you’re seducing Logan and being a pig of a slut. His words hurt and bring you down two steps you’ve taken weeks to climb back up before you’re heading up the stairs once he done.

“And no fucking shower! Water bills already damn high!” He growls and you nod. You don’t sleep well that night, the pain making you cry or overwhelming motions.

The next day it’s cold, windy and looks like it might storm, you rug up the best you can knowing the cold will affect you even more and shut the trailer door hoping to keep some warmth in. There’s no heater or air con in the trailer either. You feel gross too from not having a small shower yesterday and not sleeping properly. You hear the door open and see Logan again giving him a small smile.

“How can I help?” You ask.

“Wondering if you could look up some recent shipping info, I forgot the folder at home” he sighs a bit and sits down on the couch.

“Yeah sure, for the Terria company right?” You ask and he nods. You search your emails but find nothing of the forms needing to be filled out.

“They came in person here? Didn’t they to drop off the forms?” You ask and Logan nods.

“They didn’t send an email” you add and Logan sighs.

“Worried you were gonna say that” he chuckles lightly.

“Sorry” you say.

“Not your fault bub, feel like going for a drive?” He asks and you hesitate.

“My dad-“ you trailed off quietly.

“He doesn’t need to know” Logan smirks and you sigh but nod. It’s nice and warm in the car, you were shivering in the trailer. You snuggle into your hoodie with a small sigh as the rain starts coming down lightly.

“Ah damn” Logan mutters. Damn indeed it’s going to be a short day and a long day of your father drinking and yelling. You realise you’re heading to his house, you’ve been there once or twice before, it’s nice, a little scary on the mountain all alone but nice. It begins pouring down by the time you make it to his house, thunder rumbling through the sky. You can’t make it to the house without getting soaked, his drive way not suited to running and you shudder and shiver as you enter through the door.

“Hang on I’ll get us some towels” he says heading off to the bathroom no doubt. You look around it’s been renovated since you last saw it. Some new furniture too, it’s got a modern but cozy feel too it.

“I’ll turn the heater on first then get the fire going” he says wrapping a towel around you.

“Geez you got soaked” he says and you chuckle a bit.

“I didn’t want to fall over face first in a mud puddle” you gesture outside to the now muddy road and he chuckles.

“I have some spare clothes for you, don’t want you to get sick” he says and you flush a bit.

“Take a warm shower if you want too” he calls as he heads down the hall coming back out with clothes. You’re stood frozen though thinking he’d just get the papers and go back, soaking or not.

“What’s wrong?” He asks when he sees you not moved from the door.

“I thought we were grabbing the forms” you say.

“Too dangerous to drive in this weather especially on this road, we’ll have to stay here for a bit” he says and you tense. Your dad’s going to freak.

“Oh, I’ll call my dad- or a taxi-“ you babble a bit fumbling for your phone cursing when you see a black screen, you forgot to charge it last night.

“Hey” Logan comes closer. You’re still shaking from the cold, your body aching even more.

“You’re shaking” he says voice quiet face close to yours, too close.

“Come on” he says and you frown as he turns to walk before he looks back and cocks his head.

“Come on, you need to warm up” he adds and you let out a shaky sigh. He leads you to the bathroom and you look at the fancy remade bathroom, big shower and one of those fancy jet baths.

“Your girlfriend make you buy you that?” You chuckle softly as he frowns and looks to the tub after he lays the clothes down.

“Girlfriend?” He questions and you freeze embarrassed.

“I just thought-“ you apologise quickly.

“It was a freebie from the company I went through for hiring a renovator” he says and you nod making a small ‘o’ sound.

“Logan I think I should just go home-“ you say nervously.

“It’s a storm outside Bub, no one’s going anywhere” he chuckles as he fiddles with the shower before turning to you a small frown on his face.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” He asks. You’re still shaking teeth chattering and bones aching.

“I don’t think I should be here” you whisper looking down to your soaked boots.

“I invited you, if your dad calls just say you’re with me” he says like it’s not the worst thing in the world. It isn’t the worst thing, you oh so love the soft look he’s giving you as he turns on the shower and steam rises.

“Logan” you mumble more to yourself.

“Just take a warm shower? So you don’t get sick?” He asks tilting your chin up with his finger.

“How- how long can I be in there?” You ask and he frowns and you curse silently.

“I need to leave” you say rushed cursing your phone and shrugging off the towel.

“Hey, hey-“ Logan cups your cheeks and you freeze in place looking into his eyes.

“You’re shaking like leaf, you barely walked inside without limping, please, take a warm shower however long you need” his words strike you as his thumb gently caresses your cheek.

“I’ll deal with your pops” he says and you nod taking a small breath.

“Atta girl” he says softly leaving the bathroom and closing the door as you sag and sigh.

Next part ->

[ssentimentals]

worth a bet {yoon jeonghan}

pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

prompt: song 'whatsaheart' by snakelike, lyrics 'don't even look at anyone else when i'm here'

warnings: nsfw (minors, i'll bite your hands off if you don't skip this work!), smut is not very detailed

this reception is important for the business, jeonghan repeats under his breath. projects need money and investors need to have their asses licked and while jeonghan is the one who does the, figuratively speaking, 'licking' part, he still hates it with burning passion. he can also, however, admit that it's so much better to work on something when you're secured financially, so with a fake smile on his face and a tightly gripped glass of wine in his hand, he makes rounds amongst all known investors here, repeating a tailored to perfection speech time after time. thankfully, he's not the only one doing this. jeonghan quickly glances to the other side of the room and sure enough you are there, twirling your hair for a pretty old couple.

it's good to have you as a partner; jeonghan is a competitive guy and he can easily admit that you are good and can give him run for his money without even trying hard. the only person who can hold their own against his banter, you made his usual life ten times more interesting with your arrival. jeonghan, despite all the teasing, likes you. likes how confident you are, how you always have something to say back to him, how you work hard and don't back down from any challenge. a certain type of thrill runs up his veins when you smirk, when your eyes never leave his as if you're saying 'get me'. and jeonghan is not the one to fall for this, but you are so good that investors are ready to eat from your hands and what is that if not a challenge?

'you're gonna drill a hole in her face or will finally gather up your courage to ask her out?' seungcheol asks, coming closer once jeonghan finished his conversation with one of the investors. 'you know that whole office placed bets on you two, right?'

jeonghan tsks, rolling his eyes. 'and who is currently winning?'

seungcheol chuckles. 'who do you think? i obviously picked you.'

jeonghan doesn't want to think about this; he is well aware that tension between you two is very obvious to everyone else. he also is well aware of this tension being largely sexual.

'i bet on you, but not because you have the most courage out of you two.' seungcheol says, taking a sip of his cognac. he turns to jeonghan and looks over his shoulder at something. 'but because i know what a petty and possessive bastard you are, hannie.'

jeonghan knows he shouldn't look. he knows that what is waiting for him there will not be nice but he still turns anyway. and surely enough you are there, looking stunning in that champagne color slip dress, talking animatedly to some gentleman. you stand too close; it's very easy to get handsy with you within this distance and of course man in front of you uses that chance.

'i am not going to create a scene over some guy touching her,' jeonghan hisses. create a scene is the only thing he wants but even he knows his limits. 'she is not mine.'

seungcheol hums in acknowledgement. 'i mean, she could be.'

and ah, isn't that an interesting thought to deep dive into? you being his? you having your eyes on him? your pretty smiles, your warm hugs, your witty comebacks - all of that being for him? jeonghan is not a liar, he can be honest with himself and say that he wants it. maybe more than he thought, considering how he can't stand watching other man having his hand on your lower back. you're smiling and maybe even flirting - jeonghan can't tell for sure from this angle but he certainly doesn't like how the man is eyeing you up.

'now we're talking.' seungcheol says and smirks, when jeonghan silently hands him his glass of wine. 'go, win me fifty bucks, hannie! good luck.'

jeonghan thinks how much jail time he'll get for choking his own boss. calculates and decides it's not worth it. 'fuck you. and i don't need any luck.'

jeonghan knows when he is liked and he knows you like him back, too. he's confident when he strikes up close, smiling innocently and inserting himself between you and the other man. jeonghan doesn't really care if it's subtle or not, his hand reaches out for yours automatically and when you let him interlace your fingers together, he knows he's won. 'i'm afraid i have to snatch this beauty away from you,' jeonghan's voice is sweet but his gaze isn't. 'for any additional information you can always consult choi seungcheol.'

'felt challenged, yoon jeonghan?' you ask, amused, even when you let him pull you away. 'thought i'd score more investors than you?'

jeonghan huffs, tightening his grip around you. 'i can score more investors without twirling my hair like you do.' he gently ushers you to the corner next to the bar, least crowded place here. 'and without letting anyone get handsy with me.'

you arch your eyebrow at this, mirth dances in your eyes. 'watching me an awful lot, don't you?'

jeonghan can lie or he can be honest and help seungcheol win those fifty bucks. 'i do, yes. used to having your eyes on me, so. guess the habit stayed.'

it's bold and you like it, he can tell. your lips stretch into a pretty smile and jeonghan can't help but lean in, loving the way your eyes are on him and only him. it gives him an unexplainable power boost, the one he can get drunk off.

'don't skit around,' you chide him gently. 'you wanna have my eyes on only you? if you wanna do something just do it, jeonghan. you've got the balls, don't you?'

jeonghan can do many things to you but none of them are appropriate to do in front of other people. he only cocks his head to the side of the exit and when you nod, he pulls you with him. he leaves this reception with the prettiest and smartest woman, who had all men here wrapped around her pinky. he leaves this reception with you and jeonghan trembles from the thought of finally getting to have you. his mind races with all the questions: where to touch first? where to kiss first? how do you like it? which way do you want it?

'i knew you'd be the jealous type,' you break the silence as jeonghan leads you to his hotel room. 'are you possessive as well?'

jeonghan chuckles, opening the door with a key. 'you don't know even half of it, baby.'

he is, that's the thing. that's why his grip on your hips is just shy away from bruising, that's wh his kiss is more about claiming than anything else. jeonghan kisses like he wants to prove a point, like he wants to suck the soul out of you and take it with him. your fingers in his hair and your sharp tugs make him groan and pull you tighter to his body. 'what did you even think, hm?' jeonghan whispers into your ear, hiking your dress up to have more access to your skin. 'twirling your hair like that for men who don't even know you?' he hikes you up, letting you wrap your legs around him, carrying you to the bed. 'you think they can handle you?'

he doesn't expect any answer. jeonghan throws your dress somewhere on the floor and smirks at the way you hurriedly undress him too. you look so pretty like this - lips red from kisses, eyes crazed with desire, cheeks and neck rosy. he doesn't let you touch him, no it's not the time for that. his hands are itching to make you tremble beneath him and he puts his sole focus on making you moan more often, louder, forget about everything and let yourself go.

'hannie,' you whimper once he inserts one finger in. 'i- more.'

'gotta move for me, baby,' jeonghan answers, adding one more finger and kneeling down. 'gotta take what you want yourself.'

it's a surreal experience, to be honest. to watch how you move your hips, circle them to get what you want, how you loudly groan once jeonghan attaches his lips on your clit. he loves it. loves how responsive you are, how you are not ashamed to ask for more and show him how much you like it. jeonghan is addicted to your aborted hip motions, your whimpers of his name. he actually didn't mean to tease but he can't help it: you are so whiny, how can you expect him not to want to hear more of these lovely sounds?

'i'm gonna kick you if you don't get inside me right now,' you grit out as he adds third finger. 'i am not coming without you.'

'aw, my baby wants to come with me only?' jeonghan teases, licking his lips. he is painfully hard but watching you writhe on the sheets is more important.

'your baby will not be your baby if you don't-'

'i don't like threats like that,' jeonghan cuts you off, kissing you hard, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

he listens to you. jeonghan fumbles for a condom, knows that all hotel rooms have one stashed somewhere and swears under his breath as he watches you lazily finger yourself while he gets ready. this picture will haunt him forever, he thinks, lining himself up before you.

'fuck,' jeonghan bites his lower lip at the sensation, groaning. 'holy fuck.' it feels so good that he can't keep it inside: 'so good, baby, so fucking good.'

'hannie,' you moan at the first thrust, clutching at him. 'faster, i'm so-'

close, he knows. embarrassingly enough he is close too. your tight heat does not help him to keep his composure but he'll be damned if he doesn't make you see stars, so he grips your thighs and starts moving as quick as he can. you are a siren underneath him, calling out his name, making him want to fall into you without looking back. it's all too much and not enough at once, jeonghan holds back for the last remaints of his sanity to help you reach your peak, gritting his teeth at you tightening around him. his name on your lips is a wonderful music, he keeps on thrusting even when you're coming, watches as you shake and moan, arching your back in a too tempting way for him to not lean in and kiss your chest. it doesn't take him long to follow you, he comes with a quiet groan hidden in your neck, loving the way you hug him close as his hips stutter. he's sweaty and breathes heavily with effort to keep himself up but jeonghan feels like he's on a cloud nine when your lips ghost around his face wherever you can reach.

'hey,' you say once you make eye contact.

'hey,' jeonghan voices out, still inside you. 'want me to pull out?'

'what a romantic you are,' you chuckle but then shake your head. 'no, not yet. let's stay like that for a while?'

jeonghan smiles softly. he reaches out and fixes your sweaty hair, leaning in to place sweet kiss on your forehead. high was high but this? this is even better.

'we can,' he says quietly. 'whatever you want, really.'

'twirling my hair worked on you, huh?' you joke, smiling brightly.

jeonghan rolls his eyes but doesn't even bother denying it. 'yeah, it did.'

a/n: this work is for hannie's birthday and for @rwithkny-deactivated20240928 (i know you didn't say jeonghan in your suggestions but it's his birthday and i couldn't miss it!). i haven't written smut in a long time, god, i hope this is not very bad, let me know! - nini

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