#like just lemme bite your tummy

[kenneth-black]

his little tummy makes me go absolutely feral 🤤🥵

[glitchfiles]

jeno fucking a dumb sensitive overly submissive reader?

a/n: sorry to the anon that sent this months ago... but, ig i'm officially back now :D

by the time jeno decides to slide his fingers out of your poor sopping cunt, you can barely tell where or when you are anymore. you sit and twitch in his lap, basking in the numbing daze of being fingerfucked through a countless number of orgasms. his arms wrap around your body bringing your back flush against him, his erection presses firmly against your ass.

"baby...” he whispers lustily into your ear.

"jen- i-i just-" you've barely caught your breath and your legs are still shaking.

"don't tell me you've had enough, i haven't even cum yet." he pouts while rocking his hips against you to emphasise his desperation. "lemme keep making you feel good." his mouth grazes your shoulder as his hands skim down your tummy to push your thighs apart.

"you don't want me to stop, do you?" it sounds more like he's telling you than a question. of course, he knows what your body wants better than you; there's no way you can deny him. 

jeno wastes no time rearranging your tired limbs, laying you on your back. he crawls over you eclipsing and caging you with his muscular form, a darkness akin to that of a starved beast ready to descend swirling behind his sparkly brown eyes. your entire body jumps in surprise as you feel his hard cock brush against your puffy folds.

"sure you can take it?" he chuckles, reaching a hand down to take hold of his girth and slap it down against your swollen clit - a feeling you can't help but mewl at.

"please, jeno, please! i want- i need your cock." tears begin to prick your eyes. the empty feeling between your legs begins to gnaw at your sanity. 

how can he deny you when you beg so, so well? you bite back a whine as he buries his swollen tip into your slit. a sensation so searingly pleasurable begins to spread through your body as he sinks into you. 

"oh my f- jeno!" you shriek, the stretch becoming more overwhelming with each inch. "it's so, i- you're so-"

"it's okay," he coos out as your clumsy hands rush to claw at the sheets. "i know baby, you’re still sensitive, but you’re gonna be good and take it all, m’kay."

this was the part jeno loved. his eyes don't leave your face for a second as he bullies the rest of his cock into you. your eyes gloss over and your mouth lolls open, the feeling of being filled so well was just too much for your poor, dumb brain to handle.

your sensitivity seemly becomes contagious, as he takes a moment to revel in your warmth; your walls grip and suck around him, even though you swore you couldn't take it a couple of minutes ago.

he takes hold of your waist pulling out to sharply thrust back in forcing a hiccup out of you. the meek sounds turn into garbled moans about how good it feels as he picks up the pace, each thrust sending you further into hysteria. 

"takin' me so fucking well." he strains, “my perfect, dumb little fuckdoll.”

his heart swells as tears begin to spill from your eyes but it's overpowered by the need to ruin you further. as you sob, he clutches your jaw and kisses you tenderly while bucking into you viciously. your cunt convulses around him so enticingly, your legs spread further under the influence of his strong hand so easily, 

"shit, not gonna last long, baby, feel too good." you can barely even process what he’s saying any more. all you can do is take him and feverishly shudder at the feeling of your silky walls being stretched to their limit.  

jeno just barely makes out the word ‘inside’ between the jumble of sounds coming out of your mouth.

"cum for me first, yeah?" jeno can feel his balls tightening, your heat gripping him dizzyingly tight, begging to be pumped full. "wanna see you make a mess all over my cock."

jeno's thumb rubs down on your clit in rapid circles as his thrusts start getting choppy. his moans getting whinier by the second. 

a burst of power seems to shoot through him as he lifts your hips higher angling himself to perfectly hit your spot. you let out a shrill before releasing; making a bigger mess than either of you expected as you squirt all over his abdomen.

“good girl, messy fucking slut,” the sound of your skin slapping together becomes overwhelmingly wet. all the stimuli push jeno over the edge; his nails dig into your hips, pushing the both of you to your limit to hit your deepest spots. 

“gonna- take it all for me, i’m- fuck!” he lets out an almost pained groan as he pumps thick, hot spurts of cum deep inside of you. eyes rolling back as his mouth hangs open. 

jeno just barely catches himself before smooshing you under his weight. you’re still trembling and gasping at the aftershocks of it all as he rests his forehead against your own. his breath fans over your face before he connects his lips with yours passionately, turning into somewhat of a doting puppy now his carnal desires have been satiated.

“okay? too much?” he breathes out, sweetly dotting kisses all over your face.

“‘m okay,” you slur, eyes barely staying open. he had drained all the energy out of you; you’re surprised you’re even still conscious.

“did so well for me,” he plants one last peck on your lips, “think that might have been the hardest i’ve ever cum, thank you.”

[spideyhexx]

1 am thoughts with kit;

nsfw

also inspired by some talks with @goosita <3

The entire build up to your orgasm, Eddie’s lips are at your ear, kissing and nipping at your skin, his breath hot. His hair tickles you, but your hands find purchase in it, playing with it just the way he likes.

The way that makes him hold your hips tighter and push his dick deeper into you as he slowly thrusts, muttering, “there you go, sweetheart, almost here yeah? Almost there, god you’re so…you’re so beautiful.”

You let out a more strained moan that you muffle by humming through it and he shushes you gently, “I know, gotta tell me, sweetheart, you’re there?”

With a nod and slight buck of your hips to his, you tell him, “yeah…right there, Eddie…just a little more.”

He bites back a groan of his own and picks up the pace, his little nips to your earlobe still so gentle, never truly biting down on you. The harshest thing you feel is his lips moving beneath your ear and sucking on the skin there because he knows that’s your spot.

“Always so pretty like this,” he says, smiling against your skin, helping you move your hips to meet his. His mattress is off slightly on his bed frame, and you can both hear the slight noise of it creaking on the floor but he distracts you from it quick, “oh there you go squeezing me, kills me, sweetheart,” and gives your hip an affectionate squeeze.

It makes you smile, and he doesn’t even need to lift his head to know that’s your reaction to his words. Eddie’s hand sneaks down to rub your clit, relishing in the way your body arches to him at the feeling. His calloused fingers rubbing deft circles nice and quick to time with his thrusts picking up, “come on, baby,” he whispers, “you’re so pretty when you come, lemme see it, just for me, c’mon.”

He has the right of mind to move his hand to your mouth when your orgasm washes over you, burying himself in you to help you ride it out as good as it can be before he pulls out. Eddie moves his hand from your mouth and you watch, panting as he jerks his cock twice before painting your stomach in his cum, a breathy sound leaving his lips, forehead to your chest.

You rake your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp in a soothing manner, focusing on his breaths against you.

“Babe. I think that’s a new record. Four minutes,” he mumbles, glancing at the clock near his bed. You scoff and hit his shoulder playfully, and he just shoots you a cute grin before moving down the bed.

“Eddie, no, im too sensitive,” you whine at him and he smiles even wider.

“While I love to taste you, that wasn’t my intention.”

Eddie flicks out his tongue to lick some of his cum off of your tummy. You don’t know whether to roll your eyes at it or moan. His eyes stay on you, big and dazed still from his orgasm, but also stuck on your beauty, not wanting to waste any second from looking away. The taste of himself isn’t something he cares or thinks about, only focused on the way you look at him, amused and still full of desire for him.

His tongue makes you ticklish the more he licks up his cum, and he knows it. “Eddie, I think you got it all,” and you flick his ear, to which he scoffs.

“No, I think I gotta keep licking, babe,” to which he purposely licks a stripe agaisnt your side where he knows you’re gonna get ticklish.

You squirm and chuckle, and it only makes him lick you again, his hands tight on your hips to keep you still. And his nose presses into your side, he stills like he’s done, but then he makes a growling noise, biting gently all over your skin from your one side to the other.

All the while, he can’t contain his smile over your laughs.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Not sure if you take requests but could you write about Shang Tsung (and others) with breeding kink?🙏

feat. Shang Tsung, Bi-Han, Liu Kang, Syzoth (aka the guy I think would be into it)

tw: smut, afab!reader

author note: requests are open! It's been a while since I wrote smut, I hope you'll like these.

Shang Tsung: -He is staining your soul, putting his seed of evil into you. -The thought gives him goosebumps, his right hand keeping your leg up and open wide, while to other play with your nipple and at the same time pushes your back against his front. -The hand that way playing with your chest slides lower, now drawing patterns on your tummy that in a few month will be round and full. -Shang Tsung bites his lower lip, and close tight his eyes, it's a sinful thought that is bringing him too fast to the end. -"Let me cum inside, you want it too right? You always tell me, don't you remember?" He whispers into your ear, voice weavering at each of his thrust in your core. -You seriously don't remember ever telling him that, but you nod, too fucked, too lost in the throes of pleasure to formulate a coherent thought. -"I knew it, you will be an excellent brood mare." He smirks, wide and wicked. -Shang Tsung almost hope he didn't impregnate you this time, the idea so good he wants to try again and again. -Not that he will stop anyway…

Bi-Han: -He is the Grandmaster, you know? He needs heirs! -But Bi-Han isn't doing this to follow orders, his eyes liquid lust while looking at your soft body, phrases way too broken and badly formulated to be of a man following his duty. -"I'll make you full of my cum, I'll fuck you so good-" The sudden grip of your core make Bi-Han stops in his track, lost in the pleasure of your pussy suiting his cock like a glove. -It's not like you are doing any better, legs up his shoulders, hands scratching his biceps the only stable thing to keep you anchored to this moment, mind wandering in the sea of bliss at each of his hard thrusts. -Bi-Han can't stop thinking of your chest, filled to the brim with milk, soft and round begging to be touched, nipples hard desperate for some attention, tummy full of yours and his child. -His mind plays a dirty trick and he cums with just one last thrust, falling on top of you, groaning into your neck, while he fills you with his cum. -"Keep it all in, don't make a single drop fall."

Liu Kang: -He waited his entire life to be in peace and in love. Now it's time to step up the game. -The idea of you carrying his baby, your entire body glowing of happiness make his brain vessels close really fast, blood flowing to his crotch pathetically fast. -That's why now you are on your hands and knees, taking him like a champ, his thrusts hard and fast, the fat of your ass red from the slaps you counted a minute ago, the sound you are both making obscenely lewd. -Liu Kang isn't a gentleman. He is a man with a goal that he needs to accomplish if he doesn't want to become crazy. -Something that you already are, tears running down your face, drool escaping your open mouth, moans escaping freely. -"Please, lemme cum-" You sob "I've been good." You gasp out. -Liu Kang whines after hearing your voice. You always sound so good, and he is too weak to you. -"Take it all, my darling, you can do it. I know it." He prompts you on, close to the end himself. -And you do, not even a sound escapes your mouth, too tired and desperate, total opposite of Liu Kang whom cum into you, an high pitched moan blessing your ears. -You lay down, knees and arms weak after the intense session, trying to stabilise your breath, while your lover stay behind you, pulling out and admiring his work. -Liu Kang notices some cum rolling down your core, so he scoop it up with his index and middle finger to plunge it inside you again, earning him a whine. -"Don't waste any of it, keep it inside. It's holy, you know?"

Syzoth: -He gets a bit insane thinking of you having his kids, honestly. -That's why for the longest time, Syzoth won't say anything and keep this thought for himself, ashamed you may get scared. -But then he finds out you share his kink and his wall drop. But he'll ask to repeat yourself because Syzoth thinks his intrusive thought pulled a bad joke on him. -Syzoth prefers to enjoy his kink when he isn't in "heat", when his mind is a bit more stable and he can control himself a bit more. You tell him he is fine either way, but please respect his decision one step at a time. -Doesn't mean Syzoth won't rock your world anyway; you should know how hot your shy boy is. -Syzoth would bite your neck, tell him if he is being too rough, he may not be in "heat," but the blood isn't pumping only in his brain right now. -Don't tap out! For lizards, it means you are being submissive, and it is like an okay sign to keep going, Syzoth didn't agree on a safe word with you just for fun. -"You are so fucking big-" You turn your head back as best as you can, face still pushed into the mattress, voice almost a little whine "Fill me up, please cum inside!" -Syzoth doesn't have to mind to reply, but he understands enough to act, filling you to the brim, the idea of your full tummy and soft glow the last push he needed.

[whoskimii]

Could you Do a Kinda detailed makeout with Gojo! 🤠

yummy i love that :3

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. basically a heavy and steamy makeout with your manzz <33 think we all need that! he knows he's fine frfr. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru had never been an insecure guy. whether it's about his looks or even you, his girlfriend. hell, he even loves showing his pretty baby off. he's always been confident.

but the way that guy looked at you in public didn't sit right with him. that fucker seemed to have a ring on his finger and he looked much older than you. ew.

your boyfriend could swear he was eye-fucking you. if it wasn't for your boyfriend at your side, he was sure that he would've done much worse than just looking at your ass. satoru wasn't having any of it.

he brought you back home and you could sense that he was pissed. like, actually pissed. but not at you, obviously. it wasn't your fault if you were so, so pretty :( he was mad at that gross bastard. and he definitely needed something to calm down. turns out that something was you.

that's why you found yourself on your boyfriend's lap, arms around his neck as his tongue explored your mouth. your pants were off. your panties were the only thing covering your wet little folds from his greedy fingers.

you whimpered softly into the kiss as you felt his bulge pressing against your core. the friction between your panties and his sweatpants was delicious, to say the least. you felt like you could come from this alone.

your hips instantly reciprocated and you began grinding against him as your pretty manicured hands tugged at his disheveled white strands. "fuck, baby," he groaned against your lips. "lemme see..." his hand made its way towards your panties. soon enough, you felt the coldness of his fingertips circling your throbbing little clit.

"aw, damn... y'so fucking wet... i barely even touched you yet..." he murmured into your ear as his middle and ring fingers began teasing your dripping entrance. "'toru... don't tease..."

he chuckled against your lips before kissing your neck, occasionally leaving love bites all over your skin. "no ? why shouldn't i ? s'fun, watching my baby get all flustered just from a lil' teasing..." he mumbled. "just... please..." you whined. "aw, you sound so pretty, angel... s'just my fingers rubbing your pretty pussy... what's it gonna be when it's gonna be my cock, huh ?" he smirked lazily. his cocky expression made you want to fuck him senseless.

"shut up..." you mumbled as he pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his boxers. his bulge was so pretty against his boxers that just the sight of it made you lick your lips. "oh ? what was that, mhm ? what about putting that pretty tongue to work ?" you tugged on his hair and he moaned.

"baby... don't make me get noisy... we already had complaints, last time..." you hummed. "don't care." he chuckled at your feisty answer and rolled you onto your back as he climbed on top of you. "what a naughty girl..." he whispered and went back to grinding his hips into yours. the pace was tortuously slow. your eyes rolled back as he hummed. "that's it, sweet girl... give it t'me..." he breathed. "give it t'me, love..."

you felt the familiar warm bubble in your lower tummy tightening dangerously. "'toru..." you gasped softly. "i know, baby, i know... m'right here... s'alright." he ground his hips against yours one last time and you came in your panties. "theeere you go... that's it, love... such a good fucking girl..."

as you finally came down from your high, your boyfriend kissed your flushed cheek. "think y'can do that around my cock, now ?"

you definitely can.

what a mannNN <33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[fruittt-punchhh]

hey! MDNI, filthy smut ahead!! just a lil toji x fem!reader drabble. cw: smut, pet names, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, etc.

call me crazy and depraved but Toji is def obsessed with your stomach??? whether it’s flat and muscular or soft and squishy and hangs over the hem of your jeans or anything in between??

like you know he loves grabbing it when you’re cuddling, pulling you closer into him as he falls asleep. and when you feel shitty, he’s quick to come up behind you, kissing your neck and rubbing your belly as he tries not to let his hands explore further south.

oh and when you’re fucking?!!?!? jesus christ, he loves teasing your folds before he’s laying his heavy cock on your stomach, admiring just how deep he’d be when he’s finally ruining your guts. he pushes down hard on your stomach where he left a spot of precum, moaning as he says, ”think you can take all of me, hmm? gonna feel my cock all the way up here,” emphasizing the grip he had on your waist while he pushes his two thumbs into you even harder, surely leaving a bruise behind.

of course Toji loved a nice pair of tits and a big ass, and he loved your plush thighs to go along with the rest of your heavenly figure. but when you got ready for a date and put on the new bodycon dress he got you, he thought he might fall to his knees and eat every inch of you right then and there. seeing how perfectly the dress hugs your curves, and more importantly, accentuates your cute tummy, has him losing himself.

and we all know he loves fucking into you with your legs over his shoulders all mean and aggressive, rightly claiming that which belongs to him. pushing his hand down hard like the bastard he is on the soft flesh above your navel. asking, “you like that, huh? feel me all. in. here. right?”, he says, enunciating each word with a hard thrust into your addicting heat, “take all these fuckin’ inches like the slut you are,” he commands.

and his favorite thing of all is to paint your insides white, breeding your deep pussy by giving you all of his cum, forcing you to keep it in with two thick fingers plugging your hole. he keeps you stuck there, squirming for him as he kisses and bites on the fat of your tummy. “stop movin’ so much, ma’, m’tryna’ give you my babies. won’t work if you push it all out,” he says, watching as you bite your lip, loving the feeling of being stuffed full of nothing but him.

he can’t help but cum inside every time you two lay together, obsessed with putting another stupid brat in you. he wanted to watch your tummy swell with his seed and your tits get all plump and sensitive as you grow his child so well for him. (although he absolutely did not want another brat and this was purely his sick imagination at play)

he pulls his fingers out, making you whine at the lack of his warmth. he smirks, looking up at you, “nah, go ahead and push it out for me, baby. lemme see how much of a mess I made in that pretty cunt, please.” Toji isn’t much of a beggar, but when it came to you he was more than willing to ask for what he wanted.

“I’ll just be puttin’ another baby in you soon anyway, right doll?”

[i-love-ptv]

High By the Beach

Felix Catton x reader

Smut <3

An: AHHH SECOND FIC BBS!! ENJOY! Also, if I was Oliver, the drain wouldn’t be the only thing i’m sucking on…

(ik Felix smokes cigs but i feel like he’ll get high every once n a while :3)

Felix loves to get high. But he loves fucking you even more. Adding the two together makes him feel like he just might have made it to heaven early.

The sight of you, his angel, wrapping your pouty, bitten lips around a blunt makes his cock twitch inside of you. Although, he makes a mental note of not biting your lips as hard. He couldn’t be rough with his sweet baby. After all, he is a gentle, and passionate lover. For now, anyways.

He always became so soft when high; wanting nothing more than to please you, and show you how much he loves you.

His strokes are sloppy, as he messily pumps in and out of you. Even so, you can still feel and see the passion and love he has for you.

Neither of you ever pay attention to how long the both of you remain intertwined. The two of you could go for hours and not think twice about it; but there are zero complaints from either side.

But sometimes, after he’s had one too many puffs, his mind gets hazy. That’s a given of course, but this makes him zone out. Makes him forget where exactly he is. Leading to him accidentally sliding out of your soaked cunt.

He comes down from the clouds in his head and realizes his mistake.

“s-shit. oh m’so sorry lovie, s’alright..lemme make it all better baby.” He slurs out in a whisper.

Nothing makes him happier than when he blows the smoke into your face; watching your eyes droop as you inhale softly.

The noises that can be heard in the room are his soft, needy groans; the slight bang of the headboard bumping against the wall; his big, heavy balls slapping against your skin. And most importantly, the sound of your high-pitch moans.

That’s his favorite noise in the whole world. It sounds like a heavenly gospel to him; the sweet melody of his angel. He swears it’s the best song he’s ever heard.

“tha’s right m’sweet angel, sing t’me.”

He doesn’t care who hears, in fact, that’s the last thing on his mind. All he can think about is how he’s pressing on your tummy as your pussy clenches around him. How your whines and cries become more rapid and abrupt; how your back arches while he continues to press you down into the mattress.

“c’mon baby, do it f’me. I know y’can”

His eyes shine as you cum around his cock; your pussy sucking him in. His brows furrow as he feels your delicious cum start to drip onto his cock. He looks down and watches the smoke crowd the bed as the base of his dick and his balls turns milky white from your drenched cunt. His thrusts slowly come to an end.

“ohhhh m’sweet angel, y’did soo good f’me.” He coos as he lays on top of you.

As you go to ask him about what he wants to do when it comes to him finishing, you hear soft snores exit his body.

You finish off the blunt and eventually drift off to sleep, the thought of Felix leaving himself unfinished roaming through your mind.

Felix didn’t think about coming, his goal was to give you the pleasure that you need; the pleasure that you deserve.

After all, he is a passionate lover.

[imistyou2]

Lemme hear you say please! c.sb

pairing: younger!soobinx noona!reader

summary- Soobin's crush on his college senior is definitely not obvious!

warnings: perv!soobin, nicknames(if you squint), blowjobs, sub!soobin, literally sub as hell, dom!reader, teasing, edging(kinda) tits sucking, soobin just loves tits, soobin has a big dick bwk, tit job, blow job, premature cumming, soobin crying, reader is kinda mean but its okay :)

Part 2 You look so good next to me

Part 2.5 Tummy bulge

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A single drop of sweat rolled down from your abs, bleeding into the gray of your sweatpants. your hands swinging back and forth as your hips turned and twisted with the rhythm of the song playing. Your eyes were dark, enigmatic with focus.

Soobin swears he isn't a creep; he just really enjoys seeing his college senior from the dance department dance! He wasn't always interested in dance, let alone watching his college dance group every Saturday evening with his friend Yeonjun. Yet now, his pupils travel side to side in desperation. He clutched onto the fabric of his flannel, eyes zeroing in on a singular figure. Everything else, everyone else, was a blurry haze.

Soobin was not particularly close to you, more like an acquaintance of a friend. He got to "know" you through Yeonjun, and by "knowing," he meant saying hi to you during school events and avoiding looking at your eyes when you tried to make small talk with him.

In the barely lit room, Soobin's brows continued to curl with apprehension. Were you working out recently? He swears you look even hot today, toner, leaner. Maybe it was the air or his lack of sexual encounters. He just couldn't take his eyes off of you. A warm feeling nuzzled his lower abdomen, he gulped, adjusting his sqaure black-framed glasses.

Suddenly, the song ended, and your steps paused. You were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down as your breasts swiveled in the black crop top. Soobin's ears blushed red as he looked away. He should never think of his senior like this. He should never grow warm and feel the heavy strain in his pants. He should never bite his lips and look around hoping nobody caught him.

God, he would never hear the end of this if Yeonjun turned to his side and saw the very prominent bulge poking through his best friend's pants. As everyone started packing their things, you picked up your duffle bag and walked right to the door. Before your fingers could pull the door open, you paused, head darting straight in his direction. Soobin's breath hitched, did you see him? He felt the seconds tick by as you continued to look at him, lips curving ever so slightly.

Standing up, Yeonjun waves at you, your pupils shifting ever so slightly. such a small shift that if Soobin wasn't watching so intently, he'd have thought you were looking at Yeonjun all this time. Maybe you were...right? You definitely weren't looking at Soobin! Right?

"Y/n noona, your dancing was good as always! we were going to hit up Jackson hyung's party...are you going too?"

No, what is Yeonjun doing? Soobin's eyes widened as he looked back and forth, anticipating your reaction.

"Yeah! we're going for an after-party too, you and your friends should come with." Yeonjun nodded up and down excitedly in response, nudging Soobin in the shoulder with a laugh. Your eyes glimmer with a darkened excitement. "Okay, see you guys there", you paused," by the way, looking good Soob."

There it is, that damn nickname. Soobin doesn't know if he wants to melt into a puddle or slap himself for the increasing strain down there.

That is how Soobin found himself sitting in a circle with a group of seven people. You were sat exactly in front of him, a tight black dress on. Simple yet sexy, he thought to himself. His face was flushed pink, ears blushing too. He definitely did not want to drink tonight, he's always been the sober and responsible friend, but something about being in the same proximity as you for the last three hours has raised a heed for your presence.

His mind dozes off as he thinks about you dancing in the frat, so close yet far away from him. He had to stop every urge to not jump on the dance floor himself and swat away the pathetic men who tried to cop a feel from you. You just looked so so good tonight. The expanse of your exposed thighs and the sheen of sweat all over your body hypnotized him. His revere was disturbed by a shouting Beomgyu.

"Soobin hyung! the bottle landed on you and y/n noona!...hello? earth to Choi Soobin?"

"U-uh w-what to do I have to do..?"

"Truth or dare, dumbass."

"Truth I guess..?"

You sat up straighter, voice chirping in, the first time you talked to him all night since the party. "aw but that's boring, isn't it Soobie?"

His mouth parts open, and he looks at you, ready to answer before- "Okay then! Seven minutes in Heaven, Soobin and Y/n noona. Go!!" Yeonjun yells with excitement and the rest of them cheer, everyone except you.

"Guys, c'mon, you know Soobin can't handle all that. He's probably uncomfortable. When I meant dare, I didn't mean this!", you laugh, hitting your friend on the thigh as she giggles.

"Yeah, there is no way our Soobin can do that, poor guy might faint."

He frowns, Soobin knows he's the introverted type but what do you mean he can't handle you? He's a man, a real man who can treat you right, he thinks with despondency. With a swift motion, he grabs an opened soju bottle, chugging down half of it. His legs act quicker than he can comprehend, yanking your arm and using his other to slide open the closet door. You let out a small yelp, not even having the time to look back before the door slid shut with a loud thud.

He breathes heavily, chest rising up and down, matching your pace. Even in his inebriated state, he can make out the scent of your caramel-like perfume that engulfs his nostrils. The extremely small closet heightening his senses. He doesn't wait for your reaction, too caught up in his own mind to prove you. He doesn't know what exactly he wants to prove but he holds the two sides of your face before crashing his lips into yours.

Soobin's hand travels gingerly from the sides of your face to the nape of your neck and collarbone. His lips move fast, in hungry desperation, like this fleeting moment is too good to be real. His tongue barges at the entrance of your mouth, clashing with your teeth. Your hands have stayed still all this time, not moving an inch from the sides of your hips, yet your mouth moves with his stuttering flow, almost like you are letting him take the lead.

A small whine escapes your lips as he tries to prod his tongue in but you feverishly bite his lips. It is only a few seconds later when your hands finally give a firm push on his chest. Soobin's face turns pale. Oh, he messed up! oh, he messed up so badly. Kissing his senior without asking for her consent? Touching her without asking if she is okay with it? God, Soobin is the worst. You will hate him now, for sure. As if he wasn't a creep already now he's a certified one!

He wishes he could back away but the closet is too small. "N-noona I-i-i I don't know what came over me, I'm so sorry I-"

He is then suddenly pulled by the collar of his flannel, your hands tightening around the cloth, forcing him to bend his long limbs to match your height. You are facing him eye to eye now. From the dimly lit blub in the closet, he can make out your freshly kissed lips, red and glossy from what he is guessing is his salvia. He wants to groan in satisfaction but you speak before him, reminding him of what he'd done. "Had your fun?"

"H-huh? I'm sorry Noona, I wasn't trying anything bad, I swear I'm a good gu-"

"Shush, answer me. Did you have your fun? Kissing your Noona like that? huh?" His lips quiver, and you bring your face even closer to his, your nose touching his. "N-no, I shouldn't have done tha-"

"Oh really? what else? you shouldn't also get hard watching your senior dance but here we are."

His eyes widen. Shit, you had seen him. Shit. Shit. Shit. He sucks in a deep breath when he feels your free hand go under his shirt, sharp nails carefully tracing his abs. His eyes roll from your touch, and your hands travel down further until they stop right on top of his groin. "And what's this? you're hard again, Soobie?"

"ugh, n-no I'm not I just-"

Your hand presses down hard, nails digging into his crotch, "Lying again? You know I don't like liars, right?"

"I'm not a liar, I'm good I promise!"

He can feel the pointy acrylic nails trace circles on his pants, before he knows it the blood has rushed into his pants for the second time tonight and the cause is ofcourse you. "Ah~ please please Noona, please please"

"Please what? Acting all tough, dragging me in here to kiss me and now you can't even say what you want? Pathetic." You harshly pull on the zipper of his pants, tugging on his hard-on. You look up at him, your other hand still on his collar, his neck red from the fabric, face red with small stains of tears and messy black hair.

You smirked, this was going to be so fun.

Abruptly you let go of his collar, he loses his balance and almost falls to the ground. All that liquid courage seemed to have traveled straight to his dick because now he stood there shivering as your hands roamed under his shirt, pressing on his nipples. You took a long strip over his clothed nipple, before looking up to his crying face. "Maybe I should stop...since you won't tell me what you want!"

"NO!" he whimpers loudly, trying to half-yell in a hushed voice. At least he had it in his conscience to remember that his friends were still outside. "no- no- just want you to touch me, Noona, please I can't take it."

"You asked for it, Soobie."

"I'm not a kid, Noona. Stop calling me Soobie, I'm a man-" In a quick motion, you pulled his pants down, exposing his rock-hard-clothed cock, a tight tent in his boxers. Soobin hissed, feeling the cold air on his exposed skin. "Aw~ but I like calling you Soobie!" you press a firm kiss on his clothed erection. "Soobie" another kiss, inching closer to the tip of his shaft "My Soobie!" your lips land right on his sensitive tip. You seem to stay a little longer there, nose nudging on his covered tip, you begin turning your face in motion, playing with his cock. "Ah! yes, yes, yes, Noona! Yes, wanna feel you too Noona, please yes yes yes!"

With your teeth, you peeled off his boxers. Soobin could see your long lashes, doe eyes watching intently at his face. You weren't even looking at his cock, you were busy watching his reaction. Your lips were a little glossy from the precum that leaked through his boxers and onto your plump lips. Soobin could die right here and he would be happy.

It seemed like the angels really had it in for him today because he was brought back to reality when he felt your tongue take a small stripe of his cock. Your eyes were now focused on the thing in front of you. Your mouth parted open in eager surprise. His cock stood tall, a good seven and a half inches with an angry red tip that touched his abdomen. A vein ran down from his head to the base of his shaft.

Your tongue darted out, excitedly, taking small licks on the base of his cock, movements growing bolder as you approached his tip. Soobin had to bite down his finger, knuckles turning white so that he didn't scream like a little bitch. "You like that, baby?"

He doesn't bother replying back, too lost in the bliss of your tongue playing magic. "Hey! answer me when I ask you something or I'll walk out of here right now. Understand?"

Soobin panics. Of course, he should have known better than to defile something his noona says, " Yes, yes, please keep going, Noona. You're making me feel so good." You bend down completely, making his cock enter the deep insides of your throat before you pull your head back. your lips keep sucking him up and down as his desperate moans continue, growing louder and louder. You feel his cock twitching inside your throat and you know he's probably close, you continue bobbing your head as spit leaks out from the corners of your mouth.

His abs clench catching your gaze, you see how defined they are. Maybe you should have fucked him earlier had you known he was packing all this under the covers. As he feels his climax get closer, you pause, pulling it out and looking up at him. He whines in response, "No, why would you do that-"

"Shush." He complies.

You guide his hands to the straps of your dress, gesturing to him. He looks blankly for a few seconds before hastily taking the straps to the side and pulling your dress down. He keeps looking back at your chest and then at your face, making sure he's doing it right. His lips purse in concentration. Cute, you think. He looks like a little bunny (definitely not little).

He eyes your free breasts, you weren't wearing a bra under that dress. He licks his lip, silently praying you let him touch. He has already forgotten about the edging, more focused on this. "C'mon, what're ya staring at?"

"Can I touch? Please let me touch them."

You nod, chuckling. He doesn't waste a single second before his hands are diving straight onto your tits. Slender, white fingers squeezing the fat of your breasts, his other hand gently circling around your now hardened nipples. He looks like he's opened a box of

He looks up once again, eyes silently pleading. As if you've read his mind, you laugh out loud this time. "Yes, lick." His lips latch onto your nipples, sucking harsh. You wince a little but he pays no mind. He continues to suck on your nipples, alternating between both as his other hand roams your waist. "You big baby, look at you sucking my tits like that."

Frowing he says, "I'm not a baby, can you stop saying that?"

"but you are! look at you. My Soobie baby, aren't you?" pink creeps on to his as his lips keep working on your nipples. His eyes close as he spends the next few minutes mindfully sucking your breasts, leaving a few marks. You will definitely scold him for this later.

You bring his half-hard cock between your breasts, The fat of your breasts creates a soft cushion-like feeling, his cock feels heavier, possibly from the ruined orgasm from before. "Fuckkk, Noona, you're insane."

"What did you just say?" "Sorry sorry sorry!"

Bringing your two hands around, you start pumping his cock between your breasts, Soobin brings his hand around your shoulder, helping you balance. It isn't seconds later that thick ropes of translucent white are released on your breasts, painting them.

Soobin heaves, whining erratically from the orgasm. Sweat trickles down his forehead and you cannot help but find him handsome. You stand up as he pulls his pants up. His fingers fiddle with themselves in nervousness, his eyes avoiding yours. You take two fingers, smearing his cum, and then taking those fingers and prodding them inside your mouth, sucking it clean. A clear string of spit connects your fingers with your lips. His mouth hangs open, "You didn't have to do that! I was going to clean you up, I promise. I'm not that kind of a guy."

You roll your eyes and laugh, "But I wanted to taste you, Soobie."

He stands there star-struck, the closet door opens. "What took you guys so long? It's seven minutes in heaven not fifteen!", a voice yells out from outside.

"Jia, please, Soobin and I were just getting to know each other." your head turns around, giving him a knowing wink.

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a/n: unedited. my exams just ended and a certain choi's been on my mind. if yall want a part two, lmk. this is a side blog so ask me at @youmistme that's my main.

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter-explicit sex, fingering, rough sex, public sex, dirty talk, daddy kink (it's Toji so that's its own warning lol)

ꕥ Word Count- 6.5k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

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Chapter 7

You wake up and blink lazily, seeing the hints of sunlight streaming through the room, and Toji Fushiguro’s huge arm is wrapped around you, holding you so tight. You sigh happily, snuggling deeper, in this little bliss that would surely soon be destroyed, and it killed you to think of. It was a matter of time before life happened, and in just a couple of days you’d be back to school.

This will be over…

You don’t want it to end.

You feel his hard length against your ass then, pressing, and you bite your lower lip as pressure builds in your core, fuck will you always be soaked around Toji? You wiggle a bit, gasping as his hand squeezes your tummy then, gripping the little tummy there as you lay on your side, and you go to shove his hand off, making him laugh against your neck.

“Don’t touch it!” You hiss, but he caresses it again, before squishing it. “No stop… I don’t have abs like you!”

“It’s cute and tiny, shut up lil brat.” He kisses your cheek again, and pinches the little tummy once more, making you blush. “You can’t be embarrassed, your body is so fucking nice.”

“Yeah but lemme lay on my back. It looks so much better.”

“I like it. I like this too.” Now he’s pinching the plush of your thighs, as he presses his cock eagerly against you.

“So you like where I’m squishy!?”

“The fuck you think, doll? I need to show ya?” He grunts the words then, and you feel him press against your soaking wet little cunt, right over those little shorts you’re wearing.

“Y-yeah, show me.” You whisper, as you arch your ass up for more, and he’s grinding his cock over both of your clothes, groaning in your ear, so sexy there’s a wet spot from you and Toji’s precum. He’s grabbing your breast now, squishing it in his hand, and it feels so good you can’t take it.

“Especially like the squish here.” He murmurs seductively, and it wrecks you, taking over your entire body with the sensations.

“Fuck, Toji…” You lean back your head and he kisses you softly, his hand moving lower, his fingers slipping into your wetness under your waist band. You try to hold back a moan, but it’s impossible, and you feel your body start to respond to his touch, your hips moving back against his hand.

“Soaked, doll, aren’t ya? You’re so slutty f’me.” You whine then, and he uses one hand to cover your mouth, shaking his head. “It’s morning, shh.”

You nod eagerly, sighing against his palm, and you reach back and stroke his thigh, sliding up behind you as he’s running little circles on your clit. When you reach his thick length he groans quietly, his hand moving faster, making you tense as you feel a climax build from just that.

Any touch Toji gives you has you writhing.

“C-cumming…” You whisper out, and you feel his hand tighten around your waist, holding you in place as he works his fingers faster, side to side, and you cover your mouth with your own hand, screaming into it as you fall apart.

“That’s it, doll, come for me, come all over Daddy’s fingers.” And you do, your body convulsing in his arms, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to keep the noise down, cunt throbbing around nothing.

"Toji, fuck me please." He groans, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, and then you feel him pulling your shorts to the side, and his cock is now pressing against your entrance, slippery and hot.

“Gonna be the death of me, doll.” His words just urge you on to no end, and then he’s yanking a thigh over his, and slipping into your pussy from behind, filling you so full you have to grit your teeth not to scream out. “F-fuck…”

“Mnh!” You can’t hide every moan, not when he starts to slide in easier, you’re so wet you can hear it. You bite your lip to keep from screaming as he starts to fuck you slow and deep, his hand still playing with your clit again, and you can’t take it. “Cumming, cumming!”

“So easy, m’barely moving baby.” You just whine, as he’s hitting new spots in this position, and you cling to the arm wrapped around you, ass pressing against his body for more, more as you gush around his length. You’re so slippery it’s sliding down your thighs, down to the sheets, making Toji groan. “Feel so fuckin good, doll.”

You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you out, making you feel so full, and it’s all you can do to keep from begging for more out loud, from screaming out. You’re so close again, and you know he knows it. His strokes get faster, his breath hot against your neck, his grip on your thigh tightening, he’s so deep he’s smacking your cervix, and you’re already close again.

You’ve cum so much so quick it’s intense, maddening, as you inhale Toji’s scent, as you feel his hard muscles contract, as his cock steadily fucks any senses you have ever had. He’s fucking rougher and rougher, making you bite your own hand to suppress a scream of pleasure, but it’s getting harder and harder to stop your noises, not when you’re clenching around the thick cock in you.

Toji’s relentless on your clit again, and you have to bury your face in the soft pillow, panting when you can feel your pussy clenching around him, and he groans softly, slowing down finally, gripping your body tightly against him. He’s kissing sloppy down your neck, tickling the skin and making your back arch, you reach back to touch him, any of him, just to feel him.

You both are a tangled mess in the blankets, you feel his sweat on you, feel his cock thickening in your aching little hole. He presses up into you, so deep you can’t take it, and you’re pulsing all around his cock, wetness sliding out around and down him, crying out louder than you should, making him cover your mouth again.

“Shut the fuck up, doll. Or no more dick.” You just whine, it feels so good it’s like you’re drunk on him, you’re dying. “Shut this pretty mouth, shh.”

You struggle, gritting your teeth and then rocking on him, he stutters his rhythm as your climax makes your walls tighten around his cock like a vise, burying his face in your neck and softly moaning. You yank his hand down, looking back at him and smirking. “Daddy…”

Toji starts cumming immediately at that, busting his load deep inside your cunt, filling you with warmth that spreads through your walls. He’s gripping you tight as he’s quietly groaning in your ear, pumping you full. You relish in it, in feeling him shoving his cock in so deep you can’t stand it, pushing his cum in more and more, as it’s slipping down between you two.

“Holy fuck, you’re evil, brat.” He speaks through gritted teeth, and you giggle then, but soon you hear it, a knock.

Shit.

Both of you tense, and he shushes you by slamming a hand down on your mouth harshly this time, you just shut your eyes, terrified, as everything is crashing down, the reality you refuse to let come in your head.

“Toji, can we talk?” Your dad says then, and your eyes widen in terror, both of you stare at each other.

“Um yeah, I’ll be down in a few.” Toji speaks calmly, while you’re losing your ever loving shit, damn near hyperventilating in his grasp. You all are still intimately connected, the aftershocks of your orgasm squeezing his cock.

“Yeah okay, have a company thing I thought we could bring Kiddo to tonight. Bunch of our old buddies. I’ll see you in the kitchen.” He walks away, and you both listen as the footsteps descend, and finally you both exhale.

“That was too close.” You murmur, and he sighs, easing out of you, making both of you hiss at it.

“Your fuckin fault, brat. ‘Oh let me cuddle you Toji, please’ now look.” You glare up at him as you get dressed.

“Whatever, you loved it.” He pauses, looking down, and then back up at you with a scowl, grabbing you by your shoulders roughly.

“Playing a dangerous game, doll. If you want some chance of this to work, you need to be careful these last couple days. Got it?”

“But what if he knew? What if I tell him and-”

“No.”

“No!?”

“Fuck no. Now I gotta go, get to your room and clean up, look like ya got fucked all night.” He smirks then, as you cross your arms and scowl, watching his tall silhouette disappear out of the room.

*****

After some Scooby Doo level sneaking, you’re presentable and coming downstairs where Toji and Shiu are drinking coffee. They both smile as you approach, Toji’s a smirk of course, as he looks your body up and down. You yawn a bit, as if you’ve just woken up.

“Coffee, kiddo?” Your dad asks, and you smile.

“Yes please! Morning dad.” You kiss his cheek and he kisses the top of your head, and then you look at Toji. “Morning, old man.”

“Morning brat.” Shiu snorts at your typical exchange, and you thankfully take the hot coffee, sipping it down your sore throat. Deep throating Toji hurts.

“So we’re going to a work get-together tonight, some of our old colleagues, they’re a rough bunch but I think that you will enjoy a couple of my friend’s kids. They’re about your age.”

You flush, and notice Toji’s big hand tightening on his black mug, the veins popping out of the rugged skin. “Are you trying to get me a boyfriend?”

“No, just… well you haven’t had any since High school. Who was that boy again?” Shiu taps his chin, and you feel Toji’s gaze on you.

“Yuuta.”

“Yeah him. Then Yuuji right? That’s Megumi’s best friend.”

“So long ago dad…” You trail off, embarrassed as he points out your lack of boyfriends in your history.

“Megumi is a good boy, isn’t he Toji?” Toji snorts out some of his coffee then, and you’re struggling to hold in a snort yourself, busying yourself with looking up at the ceiling then.

“Love these can lights dad.” Shiu rolls his eyes, sighing.

“What, Toji, you wouldn’t want Megumi with her? She’s amazing, you know. And he’s a sweet kid.” Toji wipes himself up on his shirt, he’s so messy and you kind of love it wow, before clearing his throat.

“I know she’s a catch all right. Look at her.” His words are so full of intent, as he looks at you.

“Exactly. Straight A student, talented, beautiful. And can kick some ass.” You giggle then, shaking your head.

“I did like one year of karate, dad.”

“I taught you plenty! Just saying. You two would be cute together.”

“You’re a matchmaker now?” You ask him, and he shakes his head.

“Just want you to be happy. Too serious all the time.” He ruffles your hair, and you pout a bit at that.

Were you too serious?

Toji railing you wasn’t serious, was it…

Your feelings were, though.

“Well, maybe I should say the same about you and Mei, hmm?” You poke at his chest and he flushes. “Ah, see! Uno reverse dad.”

“Okay at least be open to meeting someone, last night you got so upset. Was the boy rude?” You tremble then, shaking your head and sipping the dark, hot coffee, letting it burn your tongue.

“No, not rude, I’m picky is all.”  Your eyes linger on Toji, who was being quiet, but he opens his mouth then.

“Nothing wrong with being picky.” Toji chimes in, and Shiu agrees.

“Not that either of us were, huh?” He comes to Toji then, shoving his arm, and Toji actually blushes. Toji Fushiguro blushing huh!? “I think we fucked the entire sorority.”

You blink then, glaring, and Toji’s rubbing the back of his neck, that well muscled broad neck, just looking away. “I mean, nah that was you. I was fucking the bad girls. Not the one that had the-”

“Oh fuck, that one!”

They start reminiscing about being hoes, and quite frankly it irritates you. But god, Toji had how long he’d been fucking? And you were a virgin when he met you, of course he was experienced, you felt it constantly. But something about him being like that with someone hurt your chest in ways that made no sense.

“I’m over this conversation, you two were both man whores.” They both chuckle then, and suddenly it hits you. You would ruin their friendship.

Fuck you’re awful, aren’t you?

Your dad would forgive you, would he forgive Toji?

“Sorry, kiddo. You're up for coming tonight though?” You nod, rinsing out your cup then, as wild images fill your overheated mind.

“Not sure I have anything to wear fancy though.”

“You left things here in your closet, anything fit?”

“Hmm I’ll go check.” You head upstairs again, peeking through your closet and seeing dresses lined up on hangers, you hum to yourself, peeking around until you hit one of the pretty black dresses that looks like it would still fit.

You try it on, it’s glittery and clings to your curves, a little snug on your bust but damn near perfect. You peek in the mirror and see your flushed cheeks, your bright eyes, all brought on by a man you couldn’t talk about. As your dad talks about boyfriends and Toji is who you want. How had it gotten so deep, so quick?

*****

That Night

Toji sees you descending the stairs in that gorgeous dress, the one that clings to your every curve, shimmering like your eyes are, but not even close to how brilliant they were. How could Toji even describe your eye color? And why was Toji musing about such things, when he used to care more about tits or ass, why then is he looking at your cute nose, your pretty smile?

Tits were nice as fuck but it was all of you, your energy as you enter every room, sometimes shy and sometimes bold, you had no problem smacking the fuck out of him, nor did you mind kissing him sweetly. You had no issue riding him but also melted under him. You are nothing like he’s ever known, and every moment by you, he worries more and more.

How will he just let you go?

You’ll go live your life once you’re done with him, you think that you won’t, but he already knows it in his heart, like a punch to the gut. What would people even think of him with you? What would your dad think, if he could get past surely beating Toji the fuck up. The whole thing is going to blow up in his face, and it’s his fault, because what he thought was fun was…

Everything to him now. He lost himself in your damn eyes, he’s thinking sappy shit all the time, fuck if you’re not the worst for that. For feeling like you’re made for him, for looking so beautiful, for calling him out on his bullshit. You’re so beyond your years, fuck you’re beyond anyone he’s met, and now his selfish actions are just going to hurt you both.

Just the thought of seeing you dance again makes him sick. Toji had never been possessive either, of any woman he’d been with, then again he hadn’t been close with someone in so many years. And even the love he had before, with Megumi’s mom, it wasn’t like this, this was something different.

He loves you so much he doesn’t know if he can ruin your life.

“Aw, you look beautiful honey.” Shiu says then, and you flush at the praise, as you step down in front of both of them.

“And you look handsome, dad.” You pop a kiss on his cheek, leaning up, and then you look at Toji, whose eyes are so dark they look black, a heated look on his face, lips in a stern line, drawing attention to that scar.

Where did it come from, you wonder? For knowing him your entire life, you don’t know enough about him, and would you get such a chance?

“Ya look beautiful, doll.” Toji helps you down the step with his hand, and you lift the dress just a bit, revealing heels you just never wear, and his gaze slides down your leg then. “If I was twenty again…”

“I’ll punch you in the face, Fushiguro.” Shiu says with a smack, something Toji had teased at a couple years ago, but now the shit had meaning.

And it hurt your feelings.

You didn’t want Toji at twenty, you want Toji now, like he is. You crave him so bad it’s physically painful, the loss of just the warmth of his hand hurts. He smirks a bit, trying to play it off, but you can feel the tension between you both in the room, so much so you’re genuinely surprised your dad didn’t notice.

“What can I say, she’s beautiful.”

“She is, but also fuck you.” You giggle at that, as your dad snatches you up now, and you wish you could be this perfect daughter he thinks, but at this point you’re so far from it.

The car ride there is awkward until you all pick up Mei, who looks stunning in a blue gown, and then it’s more awkward as you sit next to Toji, his hands on his own thighs, not sneaking any touches. It was as if you both knew you should be more careful, but the inability to touch him as you wish to makes you die a little more inside, especially at the thought of…

Seeing Toji dance with someone.

That’s what happens later, as you’re sipping on your third glass of champagne, and Toji is dancing with a couple different colleagues. He smirks a bit, and he’s stiff, and his eyes keep catching yours across the elegant ballroom of this old, fancy hotel. But to see him with anyone shatters you, so you drink… too much. More than you normally would.

The alcohol starts to pulse through you, as some boy asks you to dance, fuck that’s what all these ‘men’ became compared to Toji Fushiguro, they became boys. And now you’re watching elegant women, with careers and confidence, dancing with the man who makes you feel the most beautiful. While you’re dancing with some boy fawning over you.

You can’t notice, you can’t care to learn his name.

You also notice Shiu and Mei dancing, and for them you’re so happy, to see your dad smile was the best thing, but would Shiu ever accept you doing something so awful? Toji had been right, you all would never work, especially when you go your separate ways, Toji lives hours away and you go to college. And who knows what women he gets.

You’re jealous, huh?

People are dancing all over, the swirls of energy around you, the music so loud that the bass is thumping in your chest. You feel the tears sting your eyes, and the champagne isn’t helping. You’re tipsy, and the boy is saying something, but all you can think about is Toji’s husky voice, his strong arms and how it would feel to dance with him. The way he whispers your name… and oh you just can’t take this, you are trembling at how upset you are.

It’s all too much, so you let go of the boy, your cheeks burning, and you start to make your way to the bathroom, to splash water on your face or just cry honestly, but you’re stopped.

“You okay, doll?” Toji’s big hand is on your elbow, and you just nod, sniffling and not looking at him. “No you’re not.”

You swipe at your eyes, blinking rapidly. “I’m fine, just tired.”

“You're lyin’ to me doll, why?” He’s so concerned, he smells so good, he feels so good, and that’s your breaking point.

Your eyes lock with his, and you lean in, making him gulp and nervously look around for a moment, but honestly the alcohol and your jealousy has you feeling too much, and losing your senses. Your hands are on his hard chest over the dress shirt that looks so odd on the man you knew to wear gym tees, but it also was so attractive you can’t think.

Fuck you want him.

“I hate you dancing with anyone.” You whisper then, and he exhales, his grip sliding down your arm. “It makes me fuckin… depressed, kay?”

“You’re drunk, aren’t you brat?” You giggle at that, rolling your eyes and then sliding your hands down his hard chest, making him drag you away from prying eyes, inside the bathroom now. “What are you thinking!?”

“Thinking that I can’t stand this. I want your arms around me.” You yank him to you, and he groans, shaking his head and pulling back. You feel tears prick your eyes as he gently cups your face.

“You’ll get us caught, you need to stop. I can’t fuckin think right when you touch me, you know.” You shiver at his tone, so your hand glides down, rubbing lower and lower until it’s over his cock outline of his trousers. He groans, leaning down and his lips are so close…

“I need you, I need you so bad.” You cry out softly, and he’s moaning, tall and looming over you, so fucking big compared to you, and you just ache for him so badly it’s like you can’t think.

“You’re drunk, doll…”

“I’m not. Three glasses.”

“You’re a lightweight, brat.”

“Nah…” You rub him again, yanking him down by his black tie, that he somehow tied perfectly, and his dark green eyes lock on yours, hungry, his hands sliding down to your waist now.

“You’re tryna kill me, huh?” He whispers those words, angry, glaring down at you now. “Not here. What the fuck are you thinking?”

“I can’t think with you. I’m too in love to fucking think.” Toji freezes then, and so do you, mouth dropped open, and your eyes wide. “Fuck, I said that out loud, didn’t I? Shit.”

“How drunk are you? Love me? That’s fuckin stupid.” You glare then, as your heart is racing, as your pulse is thrumming, as there is just too much fucking built up you can’t take it.

“Why, think you don’t deserve it?” He glares, then he snatches you up, pulling you into a kiss that was desperate and hungry, his tongue demanding entrance as his hand slid down to cup your ass, lifting you up onto the sink. You moan in pleasure, as everything takes you over, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding your needy cunt against him.

“Fuck you, brat. Fuck you.” He is furious as he speaks, his touch his hard and grip so fucking tight you can’t take it, the possessive touch, that burns your skin.

“Why, because I love you?” He damn near whimpers in your ear, as he’s kissing up your neck, hot, messy kisses, mostly his tongue and teeth, and you’re whimpering, clinging to him. You don’t care if anyone could hear, you need him more than you've ever needed anything.

“You’re drunk. And a fucking idiot. You don’t. Just look at you…” He’s back to kissing you again, and now it’s more heated, his big hands sliding up under your dress, his fingers finding your wet panties, and now he’s groaning. "Fuck, you're so wet."

“For you.” He curses, slamming back down on your lips, right in this bathroom, where anyone could walk in, but you just gasp into his mouth as he slides a finger inside your slick entry, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“You kill me. Why do you have to feel like this, look like this… taste like this.” He kisses down your chest, as his thick finger plays your little cunt, your hands grip his inky black hair, for once so neat, messing it completely. Your head falls back, smacking the fancy gold mirrors behind you, as you gush around his fingers.

"Toji," you moaned, your hips rocking against his hand eagerly. "Please, please… need you."

“This is stupid. You’re gonna get us caught. And I can’t fucking turn you down, either.” He curses again, and every cuss word was so sexy, as you cup his handsome face, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips, feeling his hot breath on your swollen lips, and now he’s got two fingers working on you, and you struggle to focus. “That fucking face you make? Fuck…”

“Fuck me, please. Please. Don’t fucking dance with anyone.” He groans, his lashes low over his eyes, pupils dilated, and you know you’re fucking stupid, as he’s yanking his trousers down, as his thick cock slaps his stomach.

“Jealous little bitch huh?” His words just fuel you, and you scowl, swiping the pre cum on his tip and making his cock twitch.

“You don’t like it either, do you?” You whisper, and he’s yanking you by your thighs, holding your panties to the side, tip eager between your drooling lips, you cry out and he shoves your mouth closed with a hand.

“No I hate watching anyone with you, the fuck you think!? But I know I can’t even have you.”

“You do have me. Mnh… Toji, please.” You’re clinging to him, against any good sense, and he can’t even stop you, he’s just as helpless for you. You both are addicted to each other, and there’s not much either of you can do to stop it.

“We can’t right here, fuck… c’mere.” He snatches you up, making you squeak, and now you all are in a stall, and he’s clicking the lock shut, carrying you like you’re nothing, slamming you on the black door of the stall. “What do you do to me? Evil little bitch.” He curses, and you bite his lip then, hard, making him groan, and he’s slid his cock deep, to the fucking hilt.

You scream out, he has to cover your lips with his, and you’re drooling as his cock slides out and then in, hard, slamming your back against the door with such force you’re shocked it doesn’t fly of the hinges. Toji is stupidly rough, leaking tip bullying its way through your walls, that flutter around him, pressure in your tummy building.

“Fuck… Toji…” You whimper against his lips, he sighs, eyes locking, brows drawn together in concentration as he places one hand on the back of your neck, yanking your hair, forcing your head back.

 “You make me stupid.”

“You already were.” He glares, slamming hard, and you gasp, clinging to him and crying out.

“Fuckin brat.”

“Asshole.”

“Lil slut.”

“Manwhore.” Now you two are aggressive, tearing into each other, and Toji’s owning you right in a bathroom stall, fucking you so good it’s impossible to stay quiet, until you’re trembling, your wetness sliding down his length.

“Oh my… fuck.” He groans out, eyes catching yours then, blown out pupils, parted lips that are glossy from kissing you, teeth bared as he fucks up into you brutally, and your head lolls to the side, as you start cumming. “Shh, shh.”

His hand is smacking down over your mouth as he’s pumping in and out, his eyes never leaving yours, and it’s so intimate you can’t take it, tears pour from your eyes as he silently plunges into you over and over. You’re shattering around him, pulsing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, shaking violently as he continues to wreck you.

“Why ya gotta be so fuckin perfect? You kill me.” He whispers, letting your mouth go to kiss you again, it’s bumping teeth, messy tongues and drool, as you’re close to the edge again.

“I love you.” He scowls, slamming harder, shaking his head.

“Don’t say it. It’ll just hurt more.” You blink out more tears, down your cheek, as he slows his thrusts, rolling his hips, you gasp at how fucking good it feels.

“Don’t care, d-don’t care… it’s t-true.” You whisper back, whimpering as you’re tightening down on him again, and he’s thickening in you.

“S’not true. Don’t. Just hurts me.” His face breaks you, the angst and sorrow on his handsome features, and you just shake your head. “Don’t, doll. Already wreck me, fuckin stop that.”

“Scared. Scared. Mnh.” You tense as his curved dip drags along your walls, as his big hands grip your thighs, as he’s fucking you into the stall door, and you can’t get enough of it, losing yourself in the mind numbing pleasure.

“Fuck you.”

“Put a baby in me.” He stops, full halt, mouth wide open at your words, and you can’t really blame the alcohol that is warming you, not when you truly want to say those fucking words. He’s gripping you so hard you wince in pain, but you feel him throbbing inside your cunt, and you bite your lip, whimpering.

“Don’t fucking say that shit.” He grunts out, and you just smirk, causing him to scowl at you.

“Don’t want to, huh? What kinda daddy are- ah!” He’s shoved his cock so deep you can’t take it, you’re spasming, thighs hurting at the force apart around his hips, and you’re embarrassingly gushing all down both of you, dripping on the floor.

“You’re a psycho. Evil. What the-” You can’t take it, not when he’s fucking you again, so goddamn mean.

“Don’t want to?”

“Yes I want to. Put a baby in you. Breed you.” He’s whining the words in a husky, deep voice, as he’s steady fucking into you, thrusts getting erratic, his breath hot on your lips, eyes staring into yours. “Fuck I wanna keep you pregnant.”

“Do it.” He’s glaring again, and you’re grinning, but he fucks that grin into a moan of pleasure, into your mouth open in an O shape, your nails digging into the fabric of his dress shirt, cunt wrecked and aching.

“Do it? The fuck is wrong with you. You don’t want that.” You just giggle, still buzzed and losing it more and more.

“I do, put one in me. Please.” Toji loses it then, fucking you so hard there’s no mistaking the skin smacking, the door banging, and if anyone would come in neither of you could stop.

“Fuck you for that. Fuck you, lil evil bitch.”

“Fuck you, Toji, for making me… this… way. Fuck you.”

You both glare, but then he’s moaning, kissing you deeply, and both of you eat each other’s mouths up, devouring every inch. “Gonna put a baby in you right here, in a bathroom like a lil slut huh?”

“Ya scared? Do it.” He’s growling as he pushes in, mouth on yours again, pressing in and starting to pulse inside you as you’re thrown off the edge that is Toji Fushiguro.

“Me, scared? You’re just a lil brat.”

“You’re an- mnh- old man.”

“Lil girl is all you are.”

“Daddy.” He’s cumming now, at the word, you’re calling your dad’s best friend that as your own dad is outside, and you give little to no fucks, as Toji clings to you so tightly, as he moans is release into your lips.

“Oh my- F-fuck… fucking brat. Fucking bitch.” He’s cumming as he cusses, and you’re cumming now too, fueled by his nasty words, by his cum streaming in your eager cunt, and he’s looking right at you as he does, lips parted, brows together, brow scrunched up.

“Fuck you, Toji. Love you, Toji.” He’s kissing you, shaking hands holding you, one sliding up to cup your cheek, big and warm, his forest gaze so heady you get lost in those eyes.

“Don’t do this t’me. Fucking evil. You don’t mean it.” You laugh softly then, as he’s still inside you, and he hisses at the sensation of your cunt tightening around his slick length, as his cum drips out.

“I do mean it.”

“No.”

“You don’t love me.”

“I do!” You both pause then, and he eases out of you with a wince, and you feel so… empty. He’s fixing your outfit, your hair, sighing as you just stare up at him.

“You what!?” You ask, and he sighs, jaw clenching.

“It’ll make it worse, doll. Tear my heart and crush it.”

“No, it won’t…”

“We need to go before it’s even worse.” He is taking you toward the door then, as you process what the fuck just happened, as you realize he may feel the same.

The alcohol makes you flush, but Toji’s cum dripping out of your cunt makes you blush, fuck it makes you die. He makes you die, this tall asshole who calls you a slut in such a way he might as well say darling. This dickhead who you can’t keep your hands off.

Just begged him to put a baby in you.

What the fuck is Toji doing?

You both walk out then, and then you’re face to face with Shiu, who’s scowling at Toji, his fists clenching and unclenching, and you just gasp, bringing his attention to you now. His light brown eyes just look sadly at you, fuck he doesn’t even seem mad, but when he looks at Toji?

Shit.

“Outside, now.” He quietly demands, and Toji sighs, looking back at you, holding your shoulders and bending low.

“One for the road.” He slams his lips before you can protest the sentiment, then Toji Fushiguro fallows Shiu Kong out, only for you to run out after them, running to your dad once you’re all out in the night.

“Dad… please, it’s my fault. I am drunk and…”

“No, honey, it could never be your fault. It’s him.” He says through gritted teeth, cracking his knuckles and tossing a dress jacket on the grass. Toji tenses, sighing as he does the same. “Toji Fushiguro, wanna tell me how long you’ve been sleeping with my daughter!?”

“Dad, no!” Toji sighs, no smirk to him, just staring at you longingly for a moment, making Shiu even more furious.

“Since I got here damn near.” You gasp, and Shiu punches him right in the face, you shudder at the sound of bone and fist smashing.

“Dad, it was me!”

“No, it wasn’t you. It was all me.” Toji makes you start crying again, and he sighs, looking at Shiu. “She’s a good girl. This was on me.”

“Tell me you didn’t, tell me after all those years of cleaning your fuck ups, of treating you like family, that you didn’t fucking do this!” Shiu’s voice cracks, as he punches Toji in the stomach, and you can’t stop the sobs.

“Be mad at me. At me.” You plead, but Shiu looks at you, sadness in his eyes. Fuck is that dissapointment!?

“You are young, it’s not your fault. You got manipulated by this asshole, old enough to be your dad.”

“No, dad I… dad I love him.” Toji’s eyes are wide, and Shiu’s scowl grows, as he punches Toji again, on top of him and grabbing him by the collar. You’re in horror as you watch the two most important people like this. Your heart shatters.

“You’ve done a number on her. You know she had no fucking experience, you knew she didn’t know better.”

“Yeah, I knew.” Toji does nothing to stop Shiu’s hits, sickening, as he has a bloody lip.

“Not gonna fight me, Toji?”

“No. I deserve worse.” Shiu pauses then, sighing, shaking his head as he stays straddled on him, holding him up. “I knew what I was doing. I’m a piece of shit for it, I deserve it all.”

“Toji stop! Dad, I wanted it.”

“Don’t say that.” Shiu looks at you, devastated, and you feel horrible, as Toji just lets him punch him again. “He did this to you.”

“I did.”

“Just go, never come back around me.” Shiu stands, and Toji sits up a bit, wiping the blood off his lip, wincing.

“I deserv more hits than that, Shiu, go for it.”

Shiu frowns, clenching and unclenching his fists, and you’re staring at the chaos you caused, all because you couldn’t control yourself. All because you got jealous Toji danced with someone. Now your dad is losing his best friend, and you’re losing Toji, probably for good. You can’t stop your sobs.

“Baby… I’m sorry you saw this.” Shiu hugs you, and you can’t stop your sobs, as you see a watery image of Toji standing.

“I swear it wasn’t some manipulation. I-I did this too. I’m not a little girl, I’m a grown woman.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re still a baby compared to him.”

“You are better off without me, doll.” Shiu scowls, holding you.

“Get your shit and be gone before I get home. And you…” He turns to you then, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not, you’re blaming it all on him! When I started it tonight.”

“And you started it all together?” You look away. “That’s what I thought. You’re young, honey, just forget this.”

Forget this!?

“Your dad’s right.”

“Shut the fuck up, Toji.” Shiu scowls, but Toji walks up to you then, close but not so close as to get punched again. “Lucky I don’t kill you.”

“I wouldn’t blame ya if ya did.” He sighs, wiping blood off his face, dark eyes on yours, and you can’t stop the tears, the tightening in your chest. “I’m shit for this, I can’t even apologize, and neither of you should forgive me.”

“I won’t.”

“Toji… Dad…”

“No, he’s right, I’d protect my kid too from someone like me.” Shiu is frowning, and you see the pain in his face.

“I thought we were family.” He says, and your ache is a full out pain, as your breath is coming in pants, as your heart races.

“We were and I’m… fucking a piece of shit. I’m sorry. Really. To both of you, just forget I existed.”

“I can’t! What, I-”

“Go.” You blink rapidly as Toji walks off, and you’re left with your dad looking at you, pity clear on his eyes. “I’m so sorry he did this. This is my fault, I should have never trusted him.”

“I swear, it’s on me.”

“You’re young. You’ll move on.”

You could never move on from him, from the broad silhouette walking away, and you just want to chase him, you want to hold him, want him to pick you up like nothing and kiss you. You want his brutal kisses every day of your life, forever. You feel nausea in waves as you watch him leave, maybe for good.

What have you done?

Chapter 8

Ao3 chap https://archiveofourown.org/works/57496135/chapters/149056444

[fuctacles]

Remember late bloomers ?

Love popping into my wips and finding finished stuff I should have posted ages ago

Jeff gently informs him that getting running gear for the first date is a bit of an overkill.

“There is so much wrong with that idea. First of all, you hate running. Exercising, in general. And second, this is kinda pathetic.”

Eddie gasps.

“How dare you!”

“Dude, you just officially met today. Why would you waste money on something you might use once and then never again?”

Jeff was, of course, none the wiser that Eddie was about to enter his fit era. He’s going to jog every morning from now on, he’ll get cute matching sets with Miss Stephanie, drink smoothies, and get a gym pass. He’s going to turn his life around, lose the tummy fat he’s been harboring all winter, and turn it into a sixpack. Their fans are going to love it. Stephanie, too. They’ll run off into the sunset—or sunrise—together, they’ll make and raise the healthiest little babies—

“Are you planning your wedding or something?” Jeff interrupts his daydreams with a scoff.

Eddie bristles.

“I’ll be planning your funeral if you don’t start supporting your perpetually single friend,” he bites back.

Jeff raises his eyebrows.

“You sure that’s what you should be saying to the only friend who can lend you some jogging clothes?”

“Uh…”

“Thought so.” And Eddie hates his satisfied smirk but he’s desperate so he bites his tongue. “So, what you really need are good running shoes…”

He feels all kinds of stupid in his sporty get-up. He’s wearing his old Reeboks he wears only when his shitkickers are in repair (he will wear them to his grave), Jeff’s tracksuit pants, and his lucky Ozzy t-shirt. He woke up extra early today and his mug of coffee was almost empty by the point she, Stephanie, rounded the corner.

His mind goes blank when he recognizes his hoodie.

Maybe he hasn't woken up yet. What other explanation was there for this beautiful creature, backlit by the rising sun, to be walking up to him, decked in bright-colored leggings, and tank top and his hoodie, clashing unforgivingly with its blackness?  How else would he get a date with her if it wasn't a dream?

"You're actually dressed for running," she observes. No 'hello', no 'good morning', just her eyes roaming over his body from above. He quickly jumps up from the porch steps.

"Yeah! Lemme just..." He motions to the door with the mug, then quickly gulps down the last mouthful. "Want some water?" he asks, hand on the door. 

Stephanie's eyes snap up to his face.

"Yes."

It's weird, the way she says it, the way her eyes wander over his body. There's no way he's looking that good in borrowed sweats. They have some ugly gym logo on the side too.

"I don't really own gym clothes, but my friend was nice enough to share his," he explains, letting her in. She hums absentmindedly and follows him into the kitchen. He puts the mug in the sink and grabs a glass to fill it with freshly filtered water. When he turns around she's right there, now without the hoodie which she hung over on one of the chairs. Her tits are right there, but he holds her gaze, like a gentleman.

"Thanks." She takes the glass from him and takes a tiny sip, not breaking eye contact. Then puts it aside, on the counter behind him. "What's your stance on making out on the first date?"

Eddie's brain starts screaming.

"Not opposed to it," he answers and is immensely proud of himself for keeping his voice steady.

"Great," she says, almost relieved, as if he could give any other answer than an enthusiastic "ravish me, lady," and gently grabs his face, thumbs rubbing on the stubble along his jaw. She gives him a second to back away before leaning in.

She kisses his lips, just a little peck, a gentle caress. Dives in for another, and one more. Eddie reaches up to run his hands from her elbows up to her shoulders and feels little tremors running through her body. He frowns.

"Steph...?"

She groans instead of answering and her little kisses turn to kitten licks. When he parts his mouth for her, she licks across it, tongue pulling on his upper lip. He yelps in a pleasant surprise.

"I come here with innocent intentions," she says, her voice a bit strained, dipping into lower registers. "And you sit here, with your scrawny little ass in gym sweats." She lets go of his face so her hands can squeeze his waist minutely, before hauling him up onto the counter behind him. He squeaks, less dignified than the sounds he made before, holding onto her. Stephanie presses in and he opens his legs for her without hesitation. "And your dirty old sneakers, ready to jog with me. Eager like a puppy."

Eddie whines at the comparison.

"I'm not," he protests. He's just an adult man confronted with a beautiful woman out of his league.

"You're not?" she asks condescendingly against his ear. She's been rubbing her cheek against his stubble, nosing along the bones like she's the dog, trying to rub her scent all over him. Now she leans back to pout at him. Her lips are plush and pink and they haven't been kissed enough yet. "But I like strays."

Eddie's brain short-circuits.

"Uh... bark?"

She laughs and grips his thighs before capturing his mouth. She dominates the kiss without struggle and Eddie lets her use his mouth to her heart's content. He just wraps his arms around her neck and takes it, moves his tongue where she guides him. He can feel her hands on his thigh itching to touch more, but he doesn't want to part long enough to let her know she can, that she can take whatever she wants.

Eventually, she slides her hands up, thumbs digging into the crease of his thighs, and he mewls. His face immediately goes red at the sound that just left him.

"Well, that's something I'm not gonna un-hear."

Stephanie freezes and moves to pull away, but he traps her with his legs around her waist and presses his face against her shoulder, to hide his shame. Of course this is when Jeff decided to get up and walk into the kitchen.

"Uh, I'm sorry? And, good morning," Stephanie offers, seeing as her actual host won't be of any help. He makes a little wounded sound against her shoulder and she swats his thigh. 

"Good morning," Jeff offers back. "Stephanie, right?"

"Yeah."

"Jeff. I live here too, unfortunately. I was under the impression you were going out for a run, though?" He raises his eyebrows. "Did I lend him my exclusive membership sweats for nothing?"

"They're yours? Can we keep them?" she asks immediately. Eddie presses his nails into her skin not to make a sound at how she said 'we'. "He almost has an ass in them."

"Hey!" It's the first thing he says since Jeff walked in and the first time he moves away from the safety of Stevie-shield. Thankfully, his friend looks mostly amused, not angry or disgusted.

"Please," he makes a face. "I don't want them anymore."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eddie's eyes narrow, the familiar back and forth giving him enough courage to release Stephanie from the clutch of his legs. She doesn't move far, just enough so the three of them can look at each other and chat comfortably. Well, considering the situation.

"I just saw you dry humping in them and you dare ask me?" Jeff scoffs.

The two culprits start protesting over each other with "We weren't dry humping!" and "We were just kissing?!" but he stops them, raising both his hands.

"I don't care! Just take them and leave the kitchen! I need some caffeine before work and the only bodily fluid I want in it comes from cow tits."

"Ew, dude," Eddie groans, but Stephanie lets out a surprised snort. 

"We're leaving!" she promises, pulling Eddie down from the counter. He scrambles to find balance but she grabs his hand to steady him. Despite them just making out, that's what makes his heart skip a beat. "it was nice to meet you, Jeff!" she offers, waving on her way out of the kitchen.

"Likewise. Good luck on your run!" he calls after them.

"Thanks!" 

Through the windows, he can still see them, Stephanie fixing Eddie's rumpled t-shirt while he's staring up at her with the dumbest expression he's ever seen. And he's seen a lot of them from his friend. 

"Good for him," he mutters to himself with a fond smile. 

[chamomiletealeaf]

okay i saw your tall thick girl post and i gotta ask now… how do we think the 141 men would react to a girl with a tummy / hip dips ? and when she’s insecure about it.

RAHHH YES

As a girl with a tummy and hipdips so deep there are men with rounder hips than me, I love this idea

The way I wrote Johnny's has ME BLUSHING MY GOD I NEED HIM

warnings: afab! fem reader, insecurities, body worship, suggestive themes, reader has a belly piercing for Gaz's blurb, MDNI

Price can not keep his hands off you. Especially if you wear a tight fitted dress. So when he catches you pulling every tight fitted piece of clothing you own out of your closet he's confused.

"Lovie what's all this?" He asks, watching you throw your clothes out your closet.

"I'm getting rid of them." You say, face hidden from him so he can't see the tears well in your eyes.

He goes to pick up a blue baby doll slip dress you loved wearing on special occasions and holds it out to look at it.

"Even this one hun'? You love this one. It looks so cute on you." He says, genuinely confused why all of a sudden you hated the clothes you seemed to love wearing.

You turn around and snatch it from him angrily and throw it back on the floor.

"Yeah well I don't love it anymore." You say, turning back around to continue pulling your clothes off the hangers.

Price cautiously walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Honey. What's the matter?" He gently whispers in your ear.

You stop your movements and close your eyes, biting your lip to try and stop the tears from falling.

You hang your head and let out a quiet sob which causes him to turn you around and wrap his arms around you.

"Hey, c'mon it's ok. What's all this about sweetheart? Talk to me please." He says and lifts your chin up to look at him. "Why are you cryin' sweets?"

You sniffle and try to talk between sobs.

"I- I just wish I looked different. None of these clothes look good on me. If I was skinnier or had fuller hips, or-" You ramble while crying but Price cuts you off.

"Oh honey. Sweetheart." He says and wipes your tears then kisses your forehead. "I don't see what you see. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. What got this stupid idea that you're not pretty enough in your little head hm?" He asks, still holding you like you'd fall out of his reach.

"I just- why do you even like me? All those girls in those catalogues I have look nothing like me." You say, refusing to look him in the eye.

"What? Why would I want anyone else? Who cares about the catalogue girls they're not you?" He questions.

"My tummy, and my hip dips, and-"

"Lemme stop you right there." He says, and drops to his knees.

"Listen love. I don't know why you think you're not the most beautiful woman in the world, so let me help set it straight hm?" He says, leaning his head on your thigh.

"John." You whisper, tears still falling.

"Uh-uh, unless the next words out of your mouth are about how perfect you are I don't wanna hear them." He says while placing a kiss to your thigh.

He runs his hands up your thighs to rest on your hips under your pajama shorts you're wearing.

"You. Are perfect." He says between kisses up your legs. He leaves his hands on your hips and goes to leave a little bite on your hip bone.

"And your hips are perfect too. I don't know why you hate them so much darling. The way they dip in right here is so fucking sexy. Looks so damn good when you wear that cute little fitted skirt with it. Really shows them off. Can't help but squeeze your hips when I see them." He says, moving his kisses right where your hips dimple in on both sides.

Then he moves his hands up from your hips to your soft tummy from under your shorts, keeping his wrists pinned to you. He moves his mouth from your hips to your tummy where he leaves little bites and kisses.

"And this cute little tummy my god." He says with a squeeze making you whimper.

"John stop." You say, trying to push his head away from embarrassment.

"No." He says like you offended him. "I said I was gonna show you just how perfect you actually are so that's what I'm gonna do whether you like it or not."

He sucks a mark onto your tummy making you whine from the tickling sensation of his tongue and beard on your delicate skin.

"You know, that babydoll dress is my favorite too. Shows off your tummy so nicely. Just wanna squeeze you when you wear it. And these shorts. You know how I feel about you in low waisted pants lovie. You always look so soft." His hands are still gripping and kneading your hips from under your shorts and his mouth is kissing and sucking on every part of your skin he can reach around your hips and tummy.

"John please. Tickles." You say with a giggle this time.

"Ah there it is. That pretty smile." He says

"Why don't you let me show you what other parts of you I love as well darling, if you know what I mean." He says with a mischievous grin looking up at you from on his knees, and how could you ever say no to him?

Gaz sees you in a cropped tank top and low waisted pajama pants which shows off your belly piercing and he stares at you like a deer in headlights. You walk past him in the kitchen to make yourself some tea or something and Gaz just... Watches....

"What?" You ask, looking at him with your mug while you wait for the water to heat up.

"Nothing you just..." Gaz starts, "You just look really cute."

"I'm just wearing pajamas." You say, eyebrows furrowed, wondering what could be so cute about you right now.

Gaz takes a step closer and holds your face in his hands.

"Yeah, pajamas that look really cute on you. You always look cute." He says before kissing your lips.

His hands run down your body over your ass which he squeezes, making you yelp. Then his hand comes around to play with your belly piercing.

"You know this little piercing you got is so fucking sexy." He says with a smirk.

"Yeah? I almost didn't get it because, well, my tummy." You say embarrassed.

"What? Uh, hello, that's all more the reason to get one sweetheart. Tummies are cute. Especially yours." He says that last part into your ear while his hands travel up from your ass to grab at your hips.

You giggle, but pull away to pull down your tank top and pull your pajama pants up so they hide your tummy. Gaz catches on and grabs your wrists to stop your movements, and he puts your shirt and pants back in place.

"No. Keep 'em there. Don't get all shy now honey." He says. "Now turn around and lemme see that cute lil' ass and those sexy hips while you make your tea."

Simon noticed you had hip dips when he first saw you out of your cargos while at a formal and he could not stop staring at them. And the way you walked in that long cocktail gown that accentuated the dips in your hips made him instantly hard. He imagined how cute and delicate they would look while he pounded you from behind, making perfect handles for him, and he wondered if you had back dimples too where he could put his thumbs while his hands grabbed your hip dips. He also noticed the way the dress stretched over your tummy, showing your pudge. He could tell you were wearing a girdle or something, but he wished you would have just let your tummy out fully. He thought it was the cutest thing and made you look like Aphrodite. And he knew he had to make you his.

"What are you doin' lovie." He asks, seeing you standing in your full body mirror in your shared bedroom in some new underwear you bought. "Oh. Are those new?" He asks with a smirk, noticing you're just in your new panties you're modeling for yourself and a t shirt.

"I like those. The color is sexy on you." He says, coming up behind you grabbing your ass while resting his head on your shoulder.

"Hm. I don't know. I don't have the body to pull this type of cut off." You say ashamedly.

"What? What do you mean? They look fuckin' amazing on you." He says as he turns you around so you're facing him.

"I don't know, it's not very flattering on me. It's low waisted so it shows my tummy and the band shows off my hip dips." You say, looking down and tugging at the underwear.

"Sweetheart. You just described the best parts about these panties." He says with a smirk as he goes to hold your face with his hand, running a thumb over your lips.

"You can be honest Simon. You don't have to lie. I already know it looks bad." You say, and Simon gets visibly upset.

He steps back a few steps to sit down on the bed and he reaches his hands out to grab you by the hips so you come with him. He tugs so you're standing in between his legs looking down at him.

"Turn around." He says sternly, and you do what he says, turning back around to face the mirror again.

Simon peeks his head out around you and presses his face into your side while his hands grab your thighs.

"Look at yourself bunny. You see this perfect fuckin' woman in the mirror? That's you. And this perfect, gorgeous body is yours too." He says, then he plants a kiss on your hip.

"Go on sweetheart. Say it. Say you're perfect." Simon demands, kneading your thighs and hips while leaving kisses all over your thick waist.

"I'm perfect." You mumble, embarrassed at the words.

"Louder." He says, before he goes to bite at the band of the pretty new panties you bought, pulling it back with his teeth and letting it go, snapping it back in place against your skin, making you jump.

"I- I'm perfect." You say louder, and Simon smiles.

"Good. Now get up here on the bed. Gonna fuck you through these cheeky little panties to show you just how perfect I think you are now."

Johnny actually has no shame. You and him are put together for a mission and the safe house you had was actually super nice. Some air bnb in the woods with a hot tub, so you brought a little bikini just incase you had any time to actually stay at the house. And besides, it was just Johnny there, so who cares?

Johnny did. Johnny cared very much.

You got one full night in the house since you and Johnny finished the mission earlier than expected. Yeah, you guys were just good like that, so you decided to celebrate with drinks and the hot tub you've both been dying to get in.

Johnny is already out there with a beer and you approach him wrapped in a towel with your drink in hand.

"Mind if I join you Sergeant?" You ask playfully.

"Not at all lass. Water's fine." He smiles.

You were trying to figure out how to get into the tub without taking the towel off long enough where Johnny could see your body, but there was really no way to do that. You were self conscious, and what if he didn't like what he saw? But you knew the only way to get in without wetting the towel, was to just take the towel off before stepping in. So that's what you did.

You placed your drink down on the little table by the tub and quickly took the towel off, crossing your arms over your body to hide as much as you could. Johnny noticed and felt bad you felt uncomfortable. After all, he did love what he saw. But Johnny was Johnny, and he stared anyway.

You unwrapped your arms from over your body to step into the tub and you stood on the ledge in it, water coming up right above your knees giving Johnny a full view of your whole body.

He rakes his eyes up and down your body and notices the softness of your body, especially the curvature of your hips and how they dipped in at one point.

cute he thought as he went to take a swig of his beer, eyes never leaving your body.

He also took note of the cute roll of your tummy when you bent down to sit and it made him grin around the beer bottle opening. You were adorable.

"Well fuck me lass. didn't know you had all that under that tac gear." He said with a smirk, and his eyes had a mischievous glint to them.

Johnny always flirted like this, so this was nothing new.

"Oh shut up Johnny." You said with an embarrassed laugh and turned around to reach for your drink. You couldn't reach it, so you had to climb out the hot tub a little bit more, notching your hips on the edge of the tub as you bent over to reach for your drink, giving Johnny the perfect view of your ass, the dips of your hips, and the mound of your covered pussy, which made Johnny's cock twitch in his swim shorts.

You and Johnny always had this unspoken thing, so it wasn't abnormal for this tension to be here. It was just heavier than normal tonight.

You grabbed your drink and sat back into the tub, moving a little closer to Johnny.

"You can come closer bonnie, I don't bite." He says moving up right next to you to lean into your ear to say:

"Unless you want me to." He whispers, making you shiver.

That night ended with Johnny fucking you over the edge of the hot tub, his face buried between your thighs from the same position, and multiple missed phone calls from Price.

[evergreen-endo]

CHAUFFEUR | Y. ENDO + C. TAKIISHI

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, fluff to smut very quickly, car sex(?), reader gets fingered lol. uhh that's it i think. wc: 1.5k. a/n: this is p tame compared to my other works on here ✮ツ hope u enjoy anyway.

“Thank fuck,” you breathe, luggage in hand as you finally make it past baggage claim. It’s been a long few weeks on your business trip without Takiishi and Endo. While you enjoyed the peace and quiet at first, it quickly became lonely without them. They’re always there to help you relax after a long shift, or to listen to you complain about your boss, though it tends to turn into them threatening to talk to him for you. 

You wait on a bench outside the airport for Endo to pick you up, jittering with excitement. You’re sure he has plenty of stories to fill you in on– he’ll take any opportunity to talk about Takiishi– as well as pent up energy to take out on you. The thought makes you cross your legs and smile to yourself in anticipation.

The all too familiar low, rumbling purr of Endo’s car alerts you that he’s nearby, and you scurry to your feet. The polished black sheen of it rolls around the corner, definitely over the airport parking lot speed limit, and pulls up right in front of you, the brakes nearly screeching to a halt. You swear the driver’s side door opens before the car even comes to a full stop, and Endo's tall, tattooed frame prances towards you, muscled arms outstretched, with a bellowing, “Babyyyy!”

He’s just as excited as you are, and butterflies swarm in your tummy at the thought. As he closes the distance, you lunge towards him and get swallowed up in his warmth, face pressed against his pecs that bulge under his tank top. His voice is muffled against your hair when he murmurs, “I missed you baby, welcome home!” 

You giggle, “Not exactly home yet, Yamato. Countin’ on you to get me there.”

He presses a kiss onto the top of your head with an obnoxious muah, and mutters, “Got you, baby. Lemme get these bags off your hands.” As he turns to load your bags in the trunk, you startle a bit at the presence behind him you hadn’t previously noticed– Takiishi.

He stares, waiting for you to approach him. Staring back in shock, because a bustling airport isn't exactly his scene, you amble towards him, “O-oh. Chika. You came!” He blinks, and nods, fingers twitching at his sides, perhaps in anticipation. You fumble a bit in your steps toward him, and your eyes flit around his face in search of…well, anything, really.

The sound of the trunk slamming shut barely registers as you and Takiishi stare at each other, as well as Endo’s sing-songy tone, “Of course he came! I told you he missed you!” 

The comment has you beaming and craning your neck up at the man in front of you, hinting that you want a kiss without being too forward for his liking. But Takiishi, full of surprises as he is, pulls you to him by the back of your neck, making you yelp. The second your lips connect, his tongue is sliding against yours and nearly breaching your throat. He drinks you in like he’s trying to consume you, sucking and biting your lips until drool drips down your chin. Even then, he’s dipping down with his tongue to clean you up before he gets you messy all over again. His hands circle your waist and run down your hips, squeezing as gently as is possible for him. Ringed fingers dip under the hem of your shirt so he can smooth over the skin of your belly, making you squeak from the sudden cold. You’re brought back to reality when the airport’s sliding doors open beside you, and a group emerges, murmuring amongst themselves and letting out awkward coughs. 

Your eyes shoot open and you separate with a loud pop, a string of spit still connecting the two of you as you nervously laugh in their direction, averting your eyes while his burn into you, still. A deep giggle reminds you that Endo's waiting, arms crossed and bulging over his chest as he leans against his car. His mouth is stretched into a smitten grin as he gazes at the two of you, completely infatuated, before he chirps, “Ya ready now?”

Endo opens the backseat door for you, like a gentleman, before a harsh grip on his wrist prevents him from closing it. Takiishi slides in beside you, grabbing the inside handle to slam it shut, almost crushing Endo’s fingertips in the process. Endo sighs to himself with a dreamy smile as he walks around to the driver’s side door. Lovebirds, he thinks.

The second Takiishi sits beside you, his hands are on you. Innocent at first— as innocent as he can be. He rubs and squeezes at your thighs as you rest your head on his shoulder and throw quick, tired responses to Endo as he blabbers on enthusiastically, oblivious to the scene behind him. 

“Did you touch yourself while you were away?” Takiishi whispers right into your ear, calloused palm trailing up your thigh. 

You nod your head no, and he tsks. “I don’t believe you.”

His fingertips dip under your skirt as he recalls the times you missed their calls in the past two weeks, claiming to be “too busy” to answer, even though you promised to call back later. He didn’t take kindly to your lack of availability. It was to the point Endo was nearly praying you’d pick up on the first ring, just so he wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around Takiishi until you graced them with a call back. 

He pulls your panties to the side, swiping a finger through your folds and breathing out deep through his nose at the feeling of your slick. Other than the kiss at the airport, he can’t think of any other reason you’d be dripping like this. So now, as he’s gathering your slick on the pads of his fingers to circle your clit, he wonders if maybe you truly went two weeks without touching yourself to the thought of them. Most importantly, him. The thought has him bristling, a searing heat behind his eyes and a tight pull in his chest. He kisses his teeth, unfamiliar with the feeling that’s been brewing in his gut since you left. So what if you were too busy to miss him? Your pussy clearly wasn’t.

In one movement, he’s down to the knuckle of his index. Your eyes flit to Endo in the rear view mirror, his own twinkling as he beams, rattling off plans he’s made now that you’re back. You’re half listening, nodding so Endo feels acknowledged and Chika feels encouraged— not that it would stop either of them from doing what they want.

You’re thankful for the way Endo never shuts up, or there would be nothing to cover the squelch as Takiishi slides a second finger in, curling them upwards and moving at just the pace you like. His rough fingers drag against your walls in a way yours never could, stretching you and reaching spots you long for when he’s not around. He scissors them, prompting you to spread your thighs further apart to give him more access. Pushing deeper into you, he feels around for the spot he knows will have you falling apart in no time. A gentle reminder that you have no business ignoring him again.

Endo's voice is merely an echo to you, but you're alert enough to register and muster out mumbled affirmations. It doesn't sit well with the man who's knuckle deep in you, waiting on you to give him what you owe him. Once he brings the heel of his palm down to grind against your clit, you’re fucked. There’s no way to hide the blissed out expression you wear or the desperate cant of your hips to match his tempo. 

Endo, still babbling on, checks the rear view mirror, nearly pouting at your lack of response, only to see the whites of your eyes and Chika latched onto your neck. Suddenly he’s quiet, and turning the music down too, so he can hear how sloppy you are as Takiishi pumps his fingers inside you. He’s not paying enough attention to the road to notice a pothole that directs Chika’s fingers straight into your sweet spot, forcing a loud, strangled moan out of you.

“Chika,” you whine, rolling your head back onto the headrest and grabbing at his thighs. 

“Hm. So now you wanna talk to me?” He angles his fingers to press up against that spot, over and over again.

“Can….hah! Ah..Chi—fuck!” 

“Use your words.”

“Chika….Chika can I cum? Please?”

He responds by pushing his fingers deeper as Endo takes a hand off the wheel to palm his aching cock. 

An obscene, drawn out moan of Takiishi’s name is followed by a sob, and you’re squirting all over his fingers and Endo’s leather seats. He removes them to lean forward and drag his hand along Endo’s cheek before dipping into his mouth. Endo moans as his eyes roll back into his head, swerving around on the road in the process. “Watch it.” Takiishi corrects. Endo nods rapidly, eyes lidded. Chika leans back and drags his gaze down your body, adjusting your skirt and patting your hair down. “Is that enough proof?” 

You’re still reeling from your orgasm, head fuzzy, “Pr–huh? Proof of what?”

“...That I missed you.”

[minghaosbow]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

he had you laying down on the silky sheets, back on it as hovered over you, making eye contact with the twinkle in your eyes, you hate to admit it but you were extremely 𝘸𝘦𝘵 down there. his hands travel down to your tummy to your cute panties, taking them off. it was so silent as he was focused on the way your slick sticked onto your panties!!

“look at that baby.. you’re so wet for hao, hm?” hao whispered, voice so slick.

the sudden name made you whimper, your pussy was so wet and swollen (˶˃⤙˂˶) you just wanted his fingers in there so bad !! “please.. hao..”

hao raised an eyebrow, looking up as he slowly went down to your pussy, his eyes looking up at you. “please what bun?”

you winced at the nickname and gave really sad puppy eyes, “hao.. wan’ your fingers please?” you begged a little, wetness dripping out of your hole, pleasantly to look at.

he giggled a little, “you’re such a good girl for me.. i’ll do anything for you my little bun.” he coo’ed, slowly pushing one finger inside of you, his finger already drooped in wetness, your walls tightening around him as you made a slight noise, biting your lip as he swirled his finger inside, trying to find your spot.

“hao— please— not enough!” you whine, suddenly your hips grinding down on his fingers to get somewhat pleasure. his other hand holding down your hip to stop moving. - “okay angel— ill give it you, let hao do all the work okay?” he said in a dark tone, putting two fingers in now, trying to find a perfect rhythm to go on for. his fingers were fast, he was so experienced with this as you were still not used to it !! “ah, ah.. o-oh my god-“ you moan out, looking up at the ceiling as you heard his voice snap at you.

“look at me, dont look away, wanna see how you get so fucking dumbed out for your boyfriend.” hao mumbled, grunting as his fingers pumped in and out of you, your moans were so porn-agraphic, so ethereal as he hummed along with it, using his thumb to rub your little clit as you twitched as your hand tried to grip on something, anything.

“hao! i-im gonna cum! oh-oh my god” you said, feeling a tight knot forming inside of your stomach.

“cmon angel- cum for me.. give it to me yeah? you can do it can you? cum for your baby?” you nodded fast as you felt the orgasm releasing, your thoughts turning white and blank as you arched your back a little, his fingers slowly coming to a stop as hao slowly took out his fingers and showed you his fingers.

“looks like 𝙬𝙚 both need a bath huh?” hao giggled.

you pouted at the tease and giggled, nodding as he picked you up slowly and took you to the bathtub for a bubble bath.

(lemme know if you liked this!! ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!)

[luvzpagie]

“TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND THAT YA SINGLE” — J.W

𝜗𝜚 ➵ i don’t condone cheating but it’s for the plot yall 😊😊😊! n i found out that someone is posting my work on wp..

“ju i don’t know, he’s always bitching about nothing”. you and your on and off boyfriend had gotten in an argument for the third time this week, you were completely over it. “and he brings you up every argument”

your boyfriend had every right to, you guys were definitely fucking on the low, your boyfriend just couldn’t satisfy you the way juju does, he can’t even make you cum.

“leave him” juju shrugged, she couldn’t cared less about him. you couldn’t just leave him.. you didn’t want to break his heart. even though there were many arguments, he adored you.

she pulled you onto her lap, placing gently kisses on your neck. you gasped at the feeling, melting into her. “are you gonna leave him?” juju rasped.

“i can’t..” you whined, ju sucked at your neck leaving love marks all over. “why not, hm?” you ignored the question too busy focused on her fingers pulling at the elastic of your shorts.

her hand slid in your pants, past your panties. you were already soaked, your hips buck as juju glided her finger tips up and down your slit.

her free hand grabbed onto your throat, pulling you closer for a kiss. before you could even kiss back, she inserted her long finger into your drenched pussy.

you gasp against her lips as you try kiss her back, faint sound of your cunt sploshing. and it turns juju on even more.

"answer my question mama" a smirk plastered on her face. “i-i can’t.. fuckk- don’t wanna hi-his heart” you moan.

juju adds another finger slowly sliding in and out of you. it’s almost like torture, your whines become louder as you melt into her.

“yeah? lemme change your mind”

“faster.. ju p-please” you beg, you move your hips frantically trying to ride her fingers. she speeds up, ju curls up her fingers doing a come here motion. oh how good this felt.

you lean your head on her shoulder, your eyes shut tight. you lips between your teeth biting down hard. your breathing becomes staggered as your climax gets closer.

“oh my gosh- ju!” you squeal.

juju’s thumb draws eight figures on your throbbing clit, your eyes shoot wide open, bulging out of your head. you clench around her fingers. a light sheet of sweat covers your forehead.

“i bet he can’t even get you this wet..” her sly smile strong on her face, she knew what she was doing.

“holy fuck- i’m close!” your moans now high pitched, juju fingers hitting the spot that made you feel all gummy. your tummy twisting with butterflies.

“ju..pleasepleaseplease-” you babble, your toes curl at your release, your body tingles all over almost as if you’re burning.

juju pulls her hand out of your pants, instantly sucking your sweet juices off ending it with a “pop!” sound, you fall back in the bed catching your breath.

“well, did that change your mind?” she raises an eyebrow. you giggled a little searching for your phone.

you pick up your phone, your acrylic nails clacking against it as you press your boyfriend’s contact. your phone is pressed to your ear as it rung. he answered. well here we go!

“hello?”

“yeah i’m okay.. but i think we should break up”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: fem reader | drugs, alcohol | mild sexual content, suggestive | calls u a slut | cliffhanger i suppose | been stuck in my drafts since january.

RAFE CAMERON had the house to himself, and he made sure to tell you that too. Something about a family vacation to the Bahamas, and he chose to stay behind. You didn't consider the fact he did it to feel like the king of Figure Eight for a little while until he told you, "The fuck are you wearing, huh? Where's that little number I just bought you? Go put it on. I want you walking around here like a slut."

So you put on the stringiest bikini you've ever seen in your life, and the tallest pumps you've ever worn, swirling whatever drink he poured you in an expensive wine glass. You come out to the balcony to witness him arranging himself a line on the transparent coffee table, and he doesn't notice you there when curls over to snort it. You've seen him do it before, but you note now how experienced he is in it. Briefly, you consider how frequently he does this, and set down your beverage.

"Hey, baby," he greets with an uncharacteristically bright drawl, smiling at you. You're familiar with his exceptional good mood from the rush, tingly energy coursing through his nerves after dousing his brain in pure dopamine. He stands, offering a steadying hand to you in which you take, leading you into him. You brace on his chest, "You look fucking good." he compliments, giving you a quick once-over with a soft growl through his nose, and catches you in a kiss. "C'mere, lemme finish this." He sits, but you stand next to him, watching him as he uses a credit card— no doubt his per diem— while he lives here alone.

He can't keep his eyes off you, glancing up at you, tonguing his parted lips hungrily.

"Baby, fuck." he breathes, reaching around to hook an arm around your hips, arching you into him so he can mouth at your exposed stomach. On instinct, you squeal, cupping his head and tangling your fingers in his silken hair as he tongues sensitive skin. Tracing the lines of your tummy with the tip, he then ends it in a bite, and a sharp swat to your ass. Another growl expels from him in a hum, pressing his lips together.

"Rafe—" you stifle a chuckle, massaging his scalp with the set of nails he bought you.

"C'mere, baby, want you over here." he tells you, holding your hand like a waltz as he directs you over to take your rightful seat on his thigh. At this proximity you can feel his body heat radiate off his face and neck, a light sheen of sweat from the humidity. You're grateful for your lack of clothes, especially because of how he clutches onto you, as if he's subtly feeling out the curves of your body while it's molded to his. An arm strapped behind your back has a hand comfortably resting on the fat of your hip that fans out from sitting, lovingly he squeezes the flesh, and jostles you as he inclines toward your ear, like he's telling you a secret. "Wanna know what I'm thinking about right now?"

Coyly, you bite your lower lip in a grin. Not looking at him just yet as you reply, "What?" And while you speak, a single finger of his reaches out to dip into the line of coke he poured himself earlier, streaking the white powder across the glass as he brings it back to him.

That finger points to the valley of your tits, "Snorting this shit off of you." and makes contact, dusting you with the drug. You watch as he dips his fingertip into his mouth to rub it on the gum of his lower jaw, and then dive in to lick the dot of coke off your skin. You lean back, but he's secured you to his lap, safe to kick your little pumps into the air as you giggle.

"Rafey— Rafe, c'mon," you flirt, but he continues on. An onslaught of sloppy kisses disheveling the straps of your bikini top as he mouths your chest, tugging the practically nonexistent triangles that cover your nips aside. Gathering your bearings, you direct him off, so you can fix your outfit, but when he straightens he manhandles you to pin your back to the couch he's been sitting on. Playfully, you fight him, but he snatches your wrists.

"Hold still." he demands, and you can't help but listen to him. Batting your lashes up at him, he holds that doe-eyed gaze of yours as he fishes a little baggy off the table. You stare at it as he tucks it between the two of you, and he watches your reaction through his slow movements until he tips it and taps the mouth of it with his index to pour a misshapen line across your stomach.

[gomzwrites]

drabble on the small acts the 141 likes to do with you

nsfw warning, gn!reader, small font

Price likes to have you close, on his lap, on his boots, on his back, so long as he can feel you squirming under his ministration, hands teasingly trailing along your sensitive skin, chuckling breathlessly when you whines and demand him to do anything

"always so eager to please me"

His favorite is having you sitting on his lap with you facing him, flexing his thigh and feeling you tighten your muscles around him, if he's generous enough, he might even pull your hips along, or slip his hand between your thighs, guiding you as you pant, but he much rather watch you use him to come

He likes to give you a small moment of control, watching your hands grabbing anything of his, pestering kisses and marks all over him, hearing you whine and stare at him with those pleading eyes, before he takes over and remind you why he's the one that has the authority, even in the bedroom

"My turn now, hm?"

Ghost likes to make you feel small under him, sprinkle in with a lil bit of power imbalance if you will, towering or looming over you, big hands palming over your chest and tummy, squeezing it softly as he huffs

"come 'ere"

every one of his touches feels possessive, like there is a strong sense of need and protectiveness that leaves a hot trail on your skin.

His favorite is making out with you, teeth clashing, lips pulling, hungry with want, and before you know it, he'll grab you by the hips or anywhere convenient, pulling you off the ground as he continue the kiss, smiling into it as he watch you scramble to hold onto him to have some semblance of balance

If you were on his lap, he likes to lean into the kiss, tipping you on your back

bit

by

bit

until you feel like you were going to fall off, but that'll never happen on his watch, his hand always on your back, the other on your leg, locking you with him.

He likes seeing that lil jolt of panic running through your eyes, knowing how much you'll depend on him.

"easy there, pup, I got you"

Soap likes to have his hands on you, everywhere and anywhere, on your neck, on your arms, on your back, on your belly, on your thighs, if any of your skin is exposed best believed he's putting his hand on you.

He likes seeing you so pliable and soft under him, his to touch, his to take.

He's greedy about it and he doesn't hide it, it comes in growls and huffs as his hands dig into those meaty thighs of yours.

"I need you"

He's insatiable, not only needing to feel you under him, he wants everyone else to know just who you belong to, biting and nibbling away on your skin, his mind chanting "mine, mine, mine" as he spend hours littering your skin with bite marks and hickies.

His favorite is leaving them on the back of your neck, your collarbone and your inner thigh, grinning side to side as you complains about it.

Gaz likes getting spoil by you, coming home and nuzzling into your neck, slumping his weight on you as he smiles lazily. He enjoys it when you bring him close, shutting off his mind by your soft touches and reasssurance.

He lives for the praises, and love pulling it from you as he pounds you hard from behind, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, a sense of pride washing over him as he smiles oh so innocently.

"yeah? you like it when I do this? no one makes you feel the same way as I do, isn't it? come on, say it, lemme hear you say it baby"

His favorite is hearing you mumble strings of incoherent babbles, ranging from "yes" "please" "harder" "faster" and more, because that's all he ever wanted, to make you feel good.