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#look at his big dumb drunk face#monster dad#monster art#minotaur#comic#happy halloween#Id hate to imagine how much alcohol it would take to get Kraw drunk#but big guyâs gotta let loose sometimes#anyway#i thought his legs would be perfect for those cosplay faun hooves people make#Gen would probably try to make Ari watch all these gory horror movies#ari would be unimpressed since she works with Sylvaine#kraw#gen
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*à©â©â§âË FâŁCK HER âTILL SHE SORE!
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ⯠Heâs not addicted to your cĆ©ntâhe swears. He swears even as heâs forced the fourth Ćrgasm out of you tonight; and thereâs more to come.
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đđđ đŹ ⯠gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight cĂČckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)
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Gojo didnât even know how he even initially found himself inside youâit was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.
But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.
âStay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,â he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasnât a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.
You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgottenâonly serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.
He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. âMhâ!â
And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.
Or two.
Hell, he couldnât even promise it wouldnât be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.
Satoruâs hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.
âYou like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?â He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whineâtoo drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.
âAlways so dumb once I get inside you,â
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Choso doesnât have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps itâs the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you lookâtears in your eyes and allâbut he does know that heâd die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.
And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.
Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks heâs really found heaven. Right between your legs.
âBaby, slow down, Cho,â you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and heâs so big compared to you.
Sometimes he might forget thatâbut could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.
Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.
ââS okay, you can take it,â he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.
âJust..one more, baby,â
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Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how youâve changed him in ways he couldnât himself in the past years youâve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.
But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and thatâs new territory for him.
Whatâs worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how heâd really do anything just to be inside youânot like heâs denying thatâbut he canât retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, heâll prove it.
âKento, whatâre youââ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.
His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesnât begin to move. The reason beingâwell, heâs testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.
Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.
âProving to you that âm notââ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.
âThat youâre not what?â you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. âKnow you wanna move. âM not stopping you either, ken.â
Youâre so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and theyâd touch, but he wonât, of course. ButâŠwhen youâre fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isnât anything to prove.
Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.
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Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studiedâbecause thereâs absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.
Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.
âA what?â Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.
âA Sex ban, Toji.â you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.
ââM not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and yâknow what that means.â he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.
âBut, really baby, weâyou need a break.â you protested, but just couldnât counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.
Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.
He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You werenât one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.
âNow ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?â he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.
âGood girl,â
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⥠TW: toxic relationship, obsessiveness, possessiveness, denied break-up, abuse, manipulation, ish-kidnapping
⥠inspired by this by the lovely @eevwrites
⥠FEM reader
Youâd wanted to be nicer about it. Youâd planned it carefully, actuallyâeven written down the words you were going to say in several drafts on your notes app.Â
This was his faultâhis fault that things were ending this wayâhis fault for making you do it now and not someplace else, someplace private where you could talk properly and do it right. Yes, this wasnât what you wantedâthis is what heâd made it be by forcing your handâforcing your hand to throw a drink in his face in front of an entire crowd of drunk and dancing onlookers, as well as a handful of your mutual friends.
âGrow the fuck up!â you bark, taking on a hostile stance by placing your kitten heel down hardâglaring at him in all manners of vicious. âIâm not your propertyâand after this night, Iâm not your girl either.â
Noâit wasnât how you wanted to end thingsâbreaking up is something that should be done carefullyâresponsibly, and at the very least sensiblyânot drunk or in the heat of a moment in some club a late Saturday night, but thatâs how heâd made it happen. Always on you like a dog with a bone, a pest to your partyâasking you to drink less, to wear more, to stop dancing like that, and to go home early with him. Fuck that, and fuck him. For the last time.
You glower at him for a momentâwanting to see your words solidify as they dawn on his shell-shocked face dripping with your drink. You watch long enough to catch his cheeks start to pool with bright, chagrinned pinkâeven in the dim club lightsâbefore ripping your wrist out from his grip and stomping away from him, back into the crowd of sweaty, indiscriminate bodies all having fun to the beat of the drum and bass blasting over the speakers.
You might apologize for it tomorrowâtell him you hadnât meant for it to come out like that, then break up properly as youâd intended with your well-written note at a Sunday cafe. But right now, you just want to dance. Hell, thatâs what youâd come here to doânot to stand pretty between his arms and listen to him whine about all the people checking you out. Jeezâa fucking party pooper if there ever was one, and an insecure loser at that.
Your relationship ended mere moments ago, but youâre already feeling fantasticâecstatic evenâfreed and light as a feather, like a big burdensome weight has just been dusted off your shoulders and given you a squeaky-clean break. In fact, with the way youâre feeling right now, not to mention the way youâre lookingâhair right and makeup done up drop-dead gorgeous in your perfect little black dress hot as all hellâyou might very well go home with someone else.
Is what you think in your alcohol-induced headâlooking back at the guy whoâs rubbing back into your grinding, thinking heâs quite a solid rebound. He even buys you another drink! Then two, then three, and ooh wee, guess whoâs going home with a hot stranger!
The two of you stumble out of the club togetherâdrunk and dumb and giggly, ready to order a cab to his place. It would be the first time in a very long time youâd have a one-night stand, but you have no mind to rethink it. On cloud nine, where you cling to the good-lookerâas though you were scared heâd slip through your fingers if you let go for even a momentâas if youâd been denied a fun time for so long, you feared someone might come and take the thrill away.
âThere you are,â a voice breaks your laughter, cracking the bright smile on your face. âFinally done?â
You go quiet, and so does the world around youâstopping dead in your tracks, you look up through your lashes as if ashamed to meet his gazeâknowing it would be harsh.
âAnd who are you supposed to be?â tonightâs unfortunate boytoy cocks his head.
Your boyfriendânoâyour ex-boyfriend squares up, folding his arms upon his puffed chest, arms that look more threatening than you remember, then cocks his chin with an unamused face. âIâm her boyfriend.â
âPfftâno, youâre not,â you slur with a scoff, shaking your head, trying to sober up. âI broke up with you.â
Your ex doesnât find it as funny, giving you a steely glare while raising a strict pointer at you. âShut it. Youâve had your fun.â
He then grabs your upper arm hard, pulling you away from the stranger and close to his sideâgrip so tight his knuckles whiten against your flesh.
âSorry about her,â he chuckles at the stranger with a stiff smile on his face. âShe gets like this sometimesâyâknow how girls areâŠâ He looks down at you while he says the next thing, âAttention whores.â
And then he laughs again, looking back at your friendâwho, at this point, is looking a little uncomfortable where he stands caught in the middle of the awkward exchange.
âI apologize if she got your hopes up, but sheâs only doing this to rile me up and has absolutely zero intentions of going home with youâso you might as well just scram.â
Heâs already backing away when you interject, âHeyââÂ
But he just throws his hands up. âSorry, youâre fine, but Iâm not touching this.â
Your ex scoffs with a smirk. âSmart kid.â
And then the guyâs gone. Just like that. Slipped awayâleaving you alone again with him. The one you canât ever seem to escape.
âTchâlook at you,â he grumbles, looking you over, still with a mean grip of your upper arm. â Youâre a drunk mess. Iâm taking you home.â
You plant your heelsâor try to at leastâas he starts dragging you along towards the lot where heâd parked his car.Â
âStop!â you say, wanting to pull your arm free but failing. âI told you alreadyâIâm not your girlfriendâweâre done, so leave me alone.â
He doesnât pay you any mind, maintaining a straight route to the car.
âLet go!â you whine, tightening your hand around the strap to your purse before slapping it across his back. âI saidââ
âI thought I told you to shut your mouth,â he growls once the two of you reach the car. âIâve had about enough of this attitude of yours.âÂ
Turning to face you, he instantly yanks your handbag out of your grip, all but confiscating itâhis warped expression only a short inch away from yours, glaring at you with his teeth clenched.
âNow, if you know whatâs best for you, youâre gonna sit your bratty ass down in the car and put your goddamn seatbelt on before I get even more pissed off than I already amâthen maybe, just maybe, Iâll go a little easier on you once we get home.â
He pops the passengerâs door open before throwing you insideâkeeping your purse to himself as he rounds the car and gets in the driverâs seat, along with your phone and credit card. Left no other options but to take your chances in the sketchy club district, all alone, in the middle of the night, with no good means of getting homeâŠ
You deliberate it, holding onto the door handle, ready to jump outâbut ultimately, you sit pretty as he starts the car.
⥠BNHA â Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks ⥠JJK â Sukuna, Geto, Naoya, Toji ⥠HQ â Kageyama, Sakusa ⥠BLLK â Reo ⥠AOT â Eren ⥠DS â Sanemi
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Face-Fucked Toji
â â ïž đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ â Smut, face-fucking/pussy eating, Toji likes being your dumb whore and toy
Face-fucking Toji because he deserves to eat your pretty pussy, until it creams all-over him. Imagine making a mess out of his face, and having his eyes roll back while his tongue delves betweens your folds, licking your pussy clean and massaging your clit.
He eats your pussy out like a starved man, getting your juices and his saliva all-over his face. You're a dripping mess on top of him, And your hips keep on rutting against his tongue. With how you're face-fucking him, you look like you're almost smothering the big man under you.
Your fingers grip his hair to pull his face up, pushing him closer to your dripping core, and making him suck on your clit until you cum again. His dick gets harder and throbs the more you fuck his face, and use him for your own pleasure.
Toji might even reach down to stroke his dick over his boxers, just to get some more friction while you're fucking his face.
Who knows? You might decide to use him as your living dildo after he makes you cum again. He always has to be ready for you to use him as your pathetic man-whore.
His big hands reach up to squeeze and cup your breasts, trailing down to roam over your soft thighs which continue to straddle his face. You were squeezing his face with your thighs, and he was ready to throw in the towel, and beg you to let him cum! at least once while you're fucking his face.
His dick is so hard, and he's so turned on by you using him, he can't hold it in any longer. He needs to cum, and he needs to cum badly. He doesn't want to stroke himself, he wants YOU to stroke him, literally turn around and let him keep licking you while you finally stroke his fat dick.
He's a loser of a man- Completely pussy-drunk.
The best kind of man though.
Stepdad!Toji đ©·
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji fushiguro#cw;smutđ#toji x reader#jjk toji#toji smut#fem!reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x fem!reader
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Sunk and Gone
Yandere! Gangster x Mafia Boss! Reader
Fluff, needy yandere, age difference, slightly suggestive content
He was just some dumb kid who played with fire.
Before he knew it, he was getting his ass kicked by the real deal, the big time guys.
He dropped your name out of pure desperation. He had no clue who you were really. He just wanted to save his own skin.
He never expected you to actually show up.
In your white tailored suit, you were like some mafioso guardian angel.
You tilted his chin up to face you and he couldn't bear to meet your eyes. You were goddamn terrifying.
"This little punk says he's one of mine?"
You lazily blew your cigar smoke into his face. It was black cherry, high class stuff. He can still remember the taste of it on his tongue, the way it made his whole body tingle.
He thought he was done for. You were probably gonna set your own guys on him for dropping names he had no business knowing.
He never expected you to save him.
His beat down gurus were cussing up a storm, saying he practically maimed one of their guys, he wouldn't even be able to walk for a week.
What bullshit. The most he did was give the guy a shiner before he was getting his own ass kicked.
You smiled at him then, like you knew exactly how much crap they were spewing.
You nodded and your guys threw a fat stack of cash on the table. All 100s. God, there must have been at least 5k just sitting there.
You hauled him to his feet and that's when he realised you were stronger than you looked too.
"Why?"
He barely even managed to ask that.
You were trying to light a new cigar and get back in your fancy car, but your lighter was just throwing up sparks.
He found himself reaching into his pocket and pulling out his shitty gas station lighter. He struck a flame and held it out to you.
You leaned in and caught his eyes for the second time that night. The flame was dancing in your eyes and you looked just like the devil.
He was sunk right then and there and he knew it.
He showed up outside your office everyday, waiting with his lighter clasped in his sweaty palm.
Everyday without fail, you would give him a chance to light one of your smokes for you.
"Don't you got someplace better to be kid?"
"No ma'am."
And he kept doing it, rain or shine or snow. On bad days, he'd bring his umbrella and unfurl it for you before you even stepped out of the car.
"You shouldn't keep hanging around kid. It ain't safe."
"I know ma'am."
He stayed, despite the dirty looks from the gangsters, despite the way they bumped into him hard enough to bruise. He stayed, stubborn as a goddamn mule, until you gave up on getting rid of him.
"I got a job for you kid."
"Anything you ask ma'am."
Oh he was a sucker for you. You had him hook, line and sinker without even trying.
And he worked hard. Running errands and then pushing drugs and then beating down the folks you set him loose on. There weren't any limits anymore, no line he wouldn't cross for you.
After a while, you let him in your guard rotation. And he was in bliss. He watched you constantly.
Hell, he couldn't take his eyes off you even if he wanted to. The capo himself said he was impressed with his diligence.
"Come here kid. You ever had oysters before?'
"No ma'am."
You were in one of your favourite restaurants, finishing up your meal and just drunk enough to have given yourself a pretty flush across your cheeks.
You made him lean toward you and gripped his chin before tilting the oyster into his mouth. It was salty and soft and his mind was going awful dirty awful fast.
After that he would order oysters whenever he could. He could almost feel your fingers on his skin when he ate them.
And soon he was part of your interrogation crew. His shirt sleeves rolled up and his forearms splattered with blood. He was putting on muscle now too and his punch hurt worse than a hammer to the face.
One unlucky son of a bitch made the mistake of insulting you right in front of him. God help him, when the anger cleared, the man's face was nothing more than pulp.
And you were watching him. One arm crossed under your breasts with the other balanced on it, a cigarette held up to your lips.
"You're a real good guard dog, you know that kid?"
"Thank you ma'am."
The next time you summoned him, you were in your office. Your heels were off and your legs were crossed, your stockings showing off the curves of your feet.
"Grab that pen for me."
It was on the floor under a side table and he had to get down on his knees to get it. When he moved to stand, you interrupted him.
"Don't get up. But bring it here."
"Yes ma'am."
He was grinning like a dog in heat. He put the pen in between his teeth and crawled on his hands and knees to you.
He sat at your feet like a goddamn puppy, his boner so fucking hard he thought it would rip through his trousers.
You cupped his chin in your palm and looked down at him. From down here, your legs looked a mile long and he wanted to lick every inch.
"You're such a loyal little thing, you know that?"
"Ysss mmm."
It was muffled because he still had that fucking pen in his mouth. And he was damn thankful for it too. Without something to bite onto, he was sure he'd actually be panting.
You took it carefully out of his mouth. A string of saliva followed it and you twitched your thumb across his lips to break the connection.
"Good boy."
You turned away from him, shaking the pen off a little and getting back to the books you were balancing.
He whimpered.
He actually fucking whimpered.
You smirked a little at that and shooed him away with one perfectly manicured hand. He dragged his feet walking out of there, his boner killing all higher thinking. Just hoping and praying you would call him back.
He turned to look at you before he closed the door. You had your face resting in one hand and you were tapping the pen against your lips with the other. Your eyes were entirely focused on your books.
And he felt it all over again. He was sunk - hook, line and sinker.
He was your loyal dog. Now and always.
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OZZ OMG OMG OMG THAT YANDERE PRISON THING OMG OMG OMG
*jitters with excitement*
I NEED MORE AHHHHH IT TICKLED MY BRAIN THE RIGHT AND WRONG WAY AT THE SAME TIME
Like if you're nice they'll just become your dogs and if you're not nice they'll give you a very rough foursome I'm down for either OMG OMG OMG help I have problems
To quote Markiplier: "I'm not a masochist, this is about power"
*drops dead*
*instantly revives*
Ahem, I saw you mention you might come up with small plots, so I'll do the logical thing to try to inspire you:
- clueless darling ask the leaders about their gangs and whatnot. Like nonchalantly. Because they're too nice darling thought it's no big deal lol
- darling subconsciously avoid blonde man (even tho he is my favourite hahah) after seeing him beat up the guy
- darling got drunk (somehow in a prison) and either gets horny (and try to let it out under the blankets forgetting they got roommates)or innocently touchy hugging all three of them and poking their unique features, sitting in their laps and so on. Or better yet, touches/approaches other inmates in front of the roommates...
content: gender neutral reader, alcohol consumption, NSFW below the cut!
Inmates are creative. They will always find a way around the rules, and this time it happened to be a rather clumsy attempt at brewing alcohol. Had this been discovered by a guard, whoever concocted the beverage would've landed in detention.
Instead, it was you who found it, innocently assuming someone must've forgotten their water behind. You gulped down the clear liquid, thirsty after you walk, then promptly grimaced at its unexpected bitterness.
Safe to say you're now quite drunk.
That in itself would already be troublesome enough, but another thing is endangering yours and everyone else's peace: you're in a particularly flirty mood.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The officer's smile drops instantly, and he turns towards the deep voice. One of your criminal roommates glares at the sight with hollow eyes. You were clinging to the officer's arm, a dumb grin plastered on your face. The man in uniform quickly shoves you aside, his features pale and drained.
"It wasn't me who started it," he pleads.
You're quickly picked up by your bunkie, who is still staring at the guard. He won't be leaving this prison alive, that's for sure. Now, however, his priorities lie somewhere else.
The hallway spins as you're being carried away, and you shamelessly cling to your ride, feeling and groping the muscles and tracing along his tattooed skin.
"My God, at least wait until we're back to our cell," he groans with flushed cheeks.
The blonde one is trying to play it cool. Come, now, you're obviously out of it. He needs to be mature and tuck you in, or something along the line.
Easier said than done, especially with a raging boner. You're quick to notice it, and you certainly don't hesitate to point it out, making lewd gestures with your hands as some sort of offer.
"Are you sure you won't regret it tomorrow?"
"Hey now, I'm drunk, not unconscious," you bark between hiccups.
He may have interrogated you further, but the thought of your pretty little mouth struggling to take him in is too much to bear. He's essentially drooling by the time he pats his knee for you to come over.
The pierced one drops you on your bed with a flat expression. Annoyance? A closer look at his pursed lips, and one can tell he's really just struggling to maintain his composure.
"Please, I really need to-"
You hold him back by the arm and bat your eyelashes. In return, he clicks his tongue. Is this some sort of test from above? His beloved Darling is essentially begging to be fingered. Yet, he shouldn't be taking advantage of your state. He shouldn't...
Too late. You gasp at his rough fingers making their way in.
"Alright, don't be too loud," he concludes with a faint smirk.
The masked one gently places you on your bed, then plants himself before you with crossed arms.
"Nonsense. You're drunk."
"I mean it", you repeat yourself.
He does his best to look imposing. Truth be told, his knees weakened from the moment "fuck me" slipped out of your mouth. He gladly would, but he has morals. Well, when it comes to you, anyways.
Your pout seems to suggest this would be a long standoff. He sighs, then pushes you back onto the mattress.
"How about this? I'll take care of it," he explains quietly, his cloth hovering above your groin. "I'll be awaiting your offer again once you're sober."
For now, his tongue will have to do.
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ê°ê°mdni // masterlistê±ê±
When Geto fucks, he fucks mean. All sharp thrusts and harsh grip, tone lilted and kind as he degrades you in a way that almost makes you feel like heâs praising you, dancing a fine line that you can never really tell is teasing or not.
Hands heavy on your thighs when he folds you into a mating press, one that makes your muscles scream with the stretch. Him leaning into you, only to lick at the tears you spill onto your cheeks, smile painted on his face as he holds you there, pressed so deep inside you that you can hardly breathe.
âCock drunk already? You usually take it so much better, feeling pathetic tonight, hmm?â
Trying to fight back your tears and gasp for breath long enough to reply, finally opening your mouth to refute him, âI donâtâ Â ah!â
Getting cut off abruptly by the way he begins thrusting again, fucking you so deep your eyes cross and you could swear you see stars. Barley able to register the way he chuckles at the dumb look on your face.
âYou look pretty like this,â he compliments, only to follow it up with, âAll stupid and fucked out,â pressing a sweet kiss to your cheekbone, âItâs cute.â
Itâs embarrassing how much you like it, cunt gushing around him, gripping him tight, sucking him back in before he really gets a chance to leave. Forcing him to fuck into you harder, faster, and if he thought you were cock drunk before, then he knows you are now.
Drooling from how good it feels, head spinning and hands tugging at any part of him you can reach, seeking purchase. Mouth agape and moaning, panting, trying to verbalise how good it feels only for your words to get caught on another moan and never come.
âCanât even talk,â he tuts, âItâs pitiful really.â His thrusts faltering at how your pussy jumps at his words, âAh, so needy for someone incapable of speaking,â eyes glinting with his intent to drive you wild.
Breath stuttering in your chest when he leans down and nips at your collarbone, delighting in how you twitch and squirm for him. Enjoying your reactions maybe a bit too much but he always does like to push you.
âLetâs see how many times you can cum before you pass out,â grin devilish when he sees how your wet eyes grow so big and worried.
Youâre in for a long night.
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Drunk Bimbo!Reader getting fucked stupid by Slasher!Konig thinking it's her boyfriend
Konig thinks - he never saw a creature this fucking pitiful. He knows he should kill you, a bitch with the face of a mean girl who probably would have bullied him in school. Should get you from inside out, fill his pillows with your hair and use your intestines to wipe his cock. You giggle drunkily in his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Blissful unawareness, holy naivety. Your legs go way above his waist, hugging him, bringing him closer. Your shorts against his cock, your pussy already wet from the closeness. You're clingy, and dumb, and absolutely beautiful - he knows it's all alcohol, the amount your group drank would make his old military buddies sick. Your face scratches against his mask, and you kiss all over it - giggling, smiling, asking "Paul" - not his name, your stupid dead boyfriend's name - to stop with the slasher things, or else you'd cum without him even touching you. You say he looks hot, with all the fake blood and that cool-looking knife. You ask when did he decided to dye his hair red because you like it so damn much, you just can't stop gushing slick all over your panties. Oh, right. You forgot to wear panties today. Konig knows he should just kill you, but he was never cool with killing harmless animals - and you seem like one, a pretty girl, stumbling all over your words and mewling something in his neck as you beg him to finally get it together and fuck you. He doesn't remember the last time he even had sex - he never saw the appeal in his victims and didn't have much time for many hookups in the military. He doesn't know how to be soft, not with a pretty girl like you. He slightly moves his mask just so he can push his tongue all over your pretty tits. You moan and get your fingers in his hair, pressing him even closer. You beg to be filled with your cock, the alcohol and the smell of blood surrounding you make you feel dizzy, almost high. You kind of think that your boyfriend doesn't have nearly as big of a cock as the one you take right now, the head punishing you from the inside and making you cum like a bitch in heat - but you don't really care. His balls slap your ass, and you move closer to him, throwing your hips to meet him. You don't really remember if you're on a pill or not, but you giggle and hug him as he comes in you. You don't let him go, and Konig just knows - he has to make you stay. God, you're too fucking adorable.
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don't talk about it á°á© j.sc
warnings. smut, best friend!sungchan, roommate!sungchan, arguing, it's a dumb argument but you are fighting this man, physical fighting, just shoving nothing crazy but a physical altercation starts this all, unprotected sex, hair pulling, some angst? idk if i missed something let me know! i also did not proofread this because i got out 5k words in one night which is crazy for me. anyways, enjoy!
wc. 5k
summary. your best friend embarrasses you in front of your campus crush. so, of course, you decide to fight with him in the living room and learn some interesting things about him in the process.
Sungchan had always been stupidly large, in your opinion.
He was so large that you couldnât resist the urge to playfully test his strength, curious to see how his fit frame would react to your playful jabs or if he would sway with a gentle nudge. He would playfully push you back, never with full force, but these light-hearted scuffles became a regular part of your friendship. It was a source of joy, a shared silliness, it meant everything.
Except for the times it did.
âYouâre so stupid sometimes, oh my god!â You shouted at your so-called âbest friend,â shoving hard into his chest. This shove wasnât like the ones you usually gave him. This one was harsh and mean. There was not a semblance of anything alluding to happiness on your face as you looked up at Sungchan with knitted brows and parted lips, shoving hard into his firm chest once again, this time with a shout of frustration.
If weâre being honest, you two have been drinking. Itâs not like youâre shitfaced and neither is he, but the alcohol is just enough to make the world blurry at the edges and your words harsher than you typically allow them to be. His chest, solid as a boulder beneath your pushing palms, doesn't yield like it usually would during your fond roughhousing. He stands firm, his expression teetering between annoyance and worry.
"Stop it," he gruffly says, grabbing your wrists mid-shove. Just like that, the playful laughter that usually echoes between you two gets choked in the tension-filled silence. You try to yank your hands-free, but his grip is firm yet gentle. He was never rough with you, even when the fights turned serious like this. It was a rarity for things to turn nasty, but sometimes Sungchan was so oblivious you couldnât stop yourself from lashing out at him, especially with a few mixed drinks in your system.
âLet go,â You snapped. Sungchan leans in with a tilt of his head, letting out a âHm?â as he does so, challenging you.
âChill out first.â That did the exact opposite of chill you out. You hated it when he took that tone of voice with you, as if you were some child that needed to be put into a timeout.Â
There were many things you loved about Sungchan: His kindness, his dedication to anything he sets his mind to, his eyes, you loved a lot about Sungchan, but there were many things you couldnât stand about him. He was oblivious to the simplest of social cues, he got loud when he was drunk, and the way he comforted people was an absolute joke. If you hadnât known him for more than half your life and shared an apartment with him, you wouldâve ditched him when you two graduated high school.
But you didnât. Now, youâre stuck with a big, dumb roommate who loves telling the men you like that you like them. God, Wonbin was never going to talk to you again after the scene Sungchan caused trying to get him to give you his number. You still can feel the embarrassment hot in your veins, making you lurch forward and finally give his chest a shove that makes him stumble a few steps.
âI wonât chill out! I wonât! What you did was fucking rude!â You yelled, pointing a finger in his face to punctuate your words and get your point across. Sungchan scoffed, turning his head away from you, but you could see his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, making the skin push out slightly. It was a habit of his you had noticed when you two went to parties together in college. Itâs what he does when heâs annoyed and holding himself back, beating someoneâs ass. Itâs a rare occasion for Sungchan to beat someoneâs ass, but when it did happen, it was always deserved. Typically, it would be a drunk guy who wanted to buck up to the biggest guy at the party, a one-sided battle of masculinity that Sungchan always won, no matter who came up to him. Youâve only seen Sungchan throw a punch twice in your entire friendship.
Once, when you were in high school, and the last time was at a party during your junior year of college when a man put his hands on you despite you telling him to fuck off. The other times, he had simply told you about when youâd see him in the kitchen with littered bruises on his body. You think about that night more often than youâd like to admit. Sungchan didnât hesitate to throw a punch for you, knocking the man clean out by the time he was done with him. It lit a fire in you that youâre not proud to admit. There was just something in his eyes that rubbed your brain right. You would never admit it, but were desperate to see that look again. You wanted to see him angry, to watch him lose control no matter how fucked up it sounds.
âGet your hand out of my face,â Sungchan told you firmly, looking you in the eyes to get his point across, but you werenât deterred. You step closer to him, finger still in his face.
âNo. Not until you apologize. Admit it was rude. You were rude.â
âI wasnât fucking rude,â Sungchan argues, swatting your hand down when you donât move it from his face. You bring it back up without a care of the consequences, resulting in a game of him swatting your hand down every time you bring it up.
You two look stupid. Thank God this is in the privacy of your living room.
âYou had no right-â
âYou were never going to talk to him if I didnât! Youâre a chicken-â
âIâm not a fucking chickenââOh my god, donât call me a bird.â
âYouâre such a fucking chicken, dude. Do you remember how long it took you to even talk to Shotaro? Months. âTook you months to even say hi to him, and thatâs because-â
âShut up.â
âThatâs because I had to step it! I was the one to get you to talk to him!â Sungchan continued with a shit-eating grin, voice picking up volume as he leaned down to get closer to you as if you couldnât hear him clear enough, pointing to himself like he had won some kind of award. Your already flushed cheeks begin to heat up when you remember the Shotaro incident of 2022. He always brought up Shotaro, and even if it was just to pick on you playfully, it still struck a nerve. You were more shy than Sungchan ever was, always letting him start the conversations or introduce you to new people. Half of your friends are Sungchanâs friends; half of the people youâve dated are because Sungchan knew them first. Every connection in your life could be traced back to Sungchan, which drove you insane.
âNow, you want to talk all this shit because you got embarrassed I had to step in again and help you get some dick,â Sungchan pressed, his grin turning into a smirk as he nodded at his words, feeling them in his being because theyâre true. You stared at him with contempt, teeth grinding as your fists balled up tightly. âYou should be thanking me. Youâre so ungrateful for everything-â
You lunged at him. You swear you donât have control of your body when you do it, you just throw your entire weight into his chest and hope for the best. Sungchan let out an âOof!â sound when you collided with him, staggering back and hitting the ground with you on top of him. You act as if you two are playfully wrestling, but none of your movements have an ounce of playfulness in them. You straddled his hips firmly as you shoved at his hands harshly to get them away from grabbing you. You knew once he got his hands on you, it was over. Heâd flip you two over, and itâd be done. You couldnât let him win this. You couldnât do it. You had to prove it to him.
You donât know what it was, but you had to prove it.
You grab his hair tightly, jerking his head off the carpet to distract him, tugging hard on the brown locks. Sungchan lets out a yelp that sounds pathetic. His eyes squeezed shut as his large hands wrapped around your wrist to try and pull you off of him.
âNot fair-â He started. You shake his head, eliciting another yelp from him.
âShut up. Shut the fuck up,â You spat at him, shaking him again. His face contorted in pain and confusion, groaning softly as he did what you told him for once. You couldnât believe he actually listened. Truthfully, you didnât think youâd get this far. Youâre not exactly sure what to do next. So, you shake his head again, making him hiss when you tugged harder on his locks. âCanât fucking stand you, you know that? Youâre such a jerk sometimes. Just big, stupid, and taking up space.â You shake his head around with every word, watching him drop his hands and put them up in front of him in faux surrender, but he doesnât say anything. He only whined and grunted when you pulled on his hair harder than usual.
You waited for him to spit something back at you, to call you a coward, to say you needed him, but nothing but pants left his plush lips. You furrow your brows in confusion at his silence. Sungchan was never quiet. You shake him again.
âHello? Say something!â You shake his head again, this time back and forth. You wonât lie. It was fun to have him like this. He acted like some kind of puppet that you were the master of, pulling him around in whichever direction you wanted him to go in, and he just took it. Sungchan sighed in defeat, keeping his eyes shut tightly.
âMy dick just twitched.âÂ
Oh.
âExcuse me?â You couldnât think of anything else to say. Your hands, which had been roughly pulling at Sungchan's hair, suddenly freeze. Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze down at him, cocking a brow at him. His face is flushed a deep crimson, though whether from embarrassment or something else, you can't tell.
"I said," he starts again, much slower this time, swallowing hard, "My... my dick just twitched."
You blink at his repeated confession, not expecting him to repeat the words. Thereâs a tension growing between the two of you that youâve never felt before, making your throat dry as you stare at Sungchanâs embarrassed face, watching his chest rise and fall as he pants beneath you. Flashes of what heâd look like without his shirt flash in your brain, wondering what sounds heâd make as you sink down on him, how his eyes would look, how the muscles would ripple under hisââJesus Christ, get it together, girl. You remind yourself, clearing your throat down at him.
âLikeâŠSeriously?â Sungchan nods at your dry words, opening his eyes slowly to look up at you. A switch in your brain is flipped when you see his big brown eyes. He looks utterly pathetic like this, hair in your hand revealing his forehead, eyes pleading for something silent, and lips in a perfect soft pout. You wanted to take his picture like the actual definition of pitiful.
You chuckle at him, shaking him again and tugging his hair hard to see if it really did anything for him. He whines again, shutting his eyes as his hands lurch towards your hips, holding tightly with a sharp breath through his teeth. You smirk at his reaction, raising your brows in slight shock it was this easy to get him going. Maybe it was the alcohol, you think. Youâve seen Sungchan shove his tongue down girlsâ throats just mere minutes after he met them, but this is you. Youâre his best friend, his roommate, the girl who beat his ass for talking to her crush for her. You know youâre pretty, and Sungchan is just a man, but youâre still caught off guard by it all.
Your palm still cradled his scalp, thumb lazily tracing small circles at the base of his hairline. Sungchanâs hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into your flesh just a bit more than necessary and causing a shiver to wind its way up your spine.
Without thinking, you leaned forward and claimed Sungchan's lips in a rough, desperate kiss. His taste was different than any guy you've ever kissed - salty with a hint of beer and lime from the drink he had tonight. You wrapped your hand tightly around the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your other hand found its way under his shirt to feel his warm skin. You didn't let up when he moaned into your mouth, feeling your touch while he tentatively kissed you back. Your anger turned into desperation quickly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully now. His lips were soft and plush against yours as they parted slightly to let you in further. You moaned the moment your tongues slid together, digging your nails into his toned chest as he pressed in further, sucking softly on the slick muscle in your mouth.
Sungchan's hands moved up your body, gripping your waist and still pulling you closer. The fabric of your shirt scratching against his rough palms made you shiver with anticipation for more contact. You grind down on him out of instinct, feeling the bulge in his pants grow as he groans against your mouth, wanting more from both of you. His scent filled your senses - a mix of sweat and cologne and something uniquely Sungchan that made you want more.
The sound of his rhythmic grunts filled the room, a mix of desire and surprise in every breath he took. His fingers dug into your skin through your shirt, and you moaned into his mouth once more. Your breath hitched when he bit down on your lower lip gently, making you gasp and whimper into the kiss before breaking it, desperate for air. You gasp softly when you part, watching with hazy eyes as he pants as well, lips slick with spit and typically wide eyes heavy with lust.
You tug at his shirt, nodding before he has any time to say something that will kill the mood.
âTake it off.â
And he listens like a dog, pushing himself up and pulling his white T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you flush against him. There are no thoughts in your head right now, only Sungchan, touching Sungchan, kissing Sungchan, fucking SungchanââHoly shit, you were totally going to fuck Sungchan. That hits you harder than you thought it would. Youâve thought about it before. How could you not? Heâs beautiful, kind, and built like a God. Of course, you thought about fucking Sungchan. It was nothing like this, however. Typically, you thought of him having your face pressed into the mattress, back arched, and fucking you from behind like he was getting paid. You wouldâve never guessed youâd be on top, but itâs not like you canât get into it for Sungchan. Youâd do anything for Sungchan.
"Are you sure?" Sungchan whispers against the skin of your neck, his hands finding your hips again to steady you against him, his bare chest warm and firm. You're taken aback for a moment, not expecting the question. But then you realize that heâs always been considerate, even when heâs on the verge of losing control.
"Yeah," you say firmly, the word slipping out without thought and causing heat to flare in Sungchan's eyes.
Without hesitation, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head swiftly. The cool air hits your skin, making goosebumps spread across your chest and arms. Sungchan's eyes widen as he takes you in, his gaze making you feel exposed and powerful. You struggle to pull your jeans off, having to crawl off of him to kick them off in haste. You hate how desperate you look but canât bring yourself to care. Sungchan rolls on his side when you crawl off of him, lingering towards you like a lost puppy. His eyes watch as more of your skin is revealed to him, letting out a groan when he sees the smooth skin of your thighs.
Before you have the chance to climb back on top of him, he leans in, kissing the side of your thigh with a moan. You let out a gasp in shock but watched him with parted lips, threading your hands through his hair again as he dragged his lips all over the expanse of your thigh, leaving a trail of glistening spit as he did. He grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him roughly, making you fall back onto the carpet with another gasp. You donât argue for once; you are too invested in what Sungchan will do next, even if you care.
His lips pepper kisses across the inside of your thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with deep breaths as he inched closer and closer to your core.
He licks his lips as he hooks a long finger in your underwear, pulling them to the side. A moan leaves his lips when he sees your pussy for the first time, looking down at it like heâs looking at a coveted piece of art. You watch him closely, ears turning pink as he lifts two fingers to his lips, licking the tips of them before bringing them down between your legs to rub circles into your clit. His gaze stays on your cunt, watching how the pretty pink flesh moves beneath his fingers, biting his bottom lip when he hears you let out a whine, seeing your thighs tremble at just the slightest touch. Finally, his dark gaze lifts to meet yours.
With his eyes trained on yours, he presses a long finger inside you. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes flutter shut, gripping the carpet with one hand while the other dug into your side, biting your bottom lip as he pressed another finger inside. You moan this time, feeling your walls begin to stretch for him. You hear him groan quietly, making your eyes open. Youâre immediately met with his gaze that never left your face. He looks like heâs in a trance, staring at you like youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. You canât tell how it makes you feel, but you feel hot, like youâre boiling from the inside out. It aches, but itâs so intoxicating that you want more of it.
You whimper at how his fingers slickly slide out, then back in, watching him get lost in the sight of your reactions. Youâre so wet for him. Itâs almost embarrassing how wet you got so quickly. You swallow thickly as your chest rises and falls with each pant. His eyes stay on your face as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you shiver with a choked-out moan. His free hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back slightly, forcing your lips apart to look deeply into your eyes as he watches you crumble under him.
Feeling emboldened, Sungchan takes his fingers out of you slowly, letting out a long moan when they leave you empty. He lays a line of sweet pecks against your inner thighs, leaving tiny bites and nips on the soft flesh until he reaches the hem of his boxers. With a breathy "Fuck," he tugs them down enough to reveal his hard cock pressing against the fabric. You gulp as it springs from its confines, averting your eyes momentarily before snapping them back up to challenge his gaze. His thick length twitches with anticipation before he guides it towards you, slick with pre-cum leaking from the tip. Your heart stops for a beat before racing wildly in your chest again.
"Wrap your legs around me," Sungchan orders softly, not breaking eye contact even when you hesitate for a second before obeying. He grunts when he feels your folds pressing against his cock, pushing inside without a momentâs hesitation. He slides in so easily, groaning at how smooth the glide inside you is. He sounds as beautiful as he looks, making you moan as well. The way his cock splits your walls apart for him is delicious, to say the least, as a euphoria fills your veins as your walls spasm around him with another moan, this one airier than the one before.
âFuck,â Sungchan curses, fingers digging into the carpet next to your head as he looks down at where your bodies were connected before back at your face. You two lock eyes again, making your heart hammer in your chest harder than before. Still, you meet his gaze with a quiet whimper, hands wrapping around his strong biceps as you bat your lashes at him.
âFeels good, Sungie?â You ask in a too-sweet voice. You rarely whip out for him unless you ask for a favor, like getting something off the top shelf or making him finish your short answer response questions because you donât want to. Sungchan would do anything for you, and youâd do anything for Sungchan. He takes a deep breath at your tone, lips curling into a smirk before he bites his bottom lip, nodding.
Then, his hips roll into yours.
Sungchan's thick cock feels even better than you could have ever imagined, stretching you wide and fulfilling you completely. His hips roll into yours slowly, making you moan and whine beneath him with each gentle thrust. The way he fills you up is mind-numbing, his smirk turning into a grimace as he leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.
Your walls clamp down on him at the contact, purposely trying to get more friction between the two of you. Sungchan groans against your lips, slipping his hands under your back and lifting you up onto his lap effortlessly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling his hard chest pressed against yours. Your heart pounds in your chest as he starts to fuck you properly now, eyes closing at the sensation that washes over you. You swear you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, but you convince yourself youâre just dreaming it.
You feel every inch of him inside of you, making your walls tighten around him with every snap of his hips into yours. A tiny sob leaves your lips when he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You dig your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, jaw-dropping and eyes rolling back at how your body moves like a rag doll and at how sharply his hips snap up into you. He groans into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before sucking softly to soothe it with his tongue. You can't help but shudder in his lap; this feels so good that it hurts. His hands hold you in place, one on your waist and the other cradling the back of your head as he takes rough control of the kiss again, teeth scraping against soft skin with every thrust. He pants against your lips, moaning your name softly and how good you make him feel. It's all too much for you; all too real with Sungchan, yet so not real. Youâre fucking your roommate on your living room floorââYouâre fucking your best friend on your living room floor.
Your hands find their way into his hair again, holding onto him tightly as he continues to fuck into you like your his, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. You mewl at the feeling, arching your back into his chest as he hits that sweet spot inside you once more. You could feel the warmth spreading through your veins, making you dizzy with need. The room spins around you as he thrusts harder, faster, deeper into your already aching pussy. His moans mix with yours, their tongues meeting in a messy kiss that speaks volumes about how much you both want this.
Your legs quiver as he takes control of the situation, fingers digging into your skin softly before trailing up to caress your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. You let out a strangled cry when he pinches at one of your nipples roughly, making you moan into his mouth even more, looking down to watch him work with a breath through your teeth. Your hands' card through the hair on the back of his head, eyes shutting to focus solely on the pleasure coursing through your veins with every drag of Sungchanâs cock against your walls.
"Sun-Sungchan," you whimper. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears. Your body is sweaty and flushed, a beautiful sight for him to feast his eyes upon. He growls lowly when he finally meets your gaze again, heat pooling in your lower belly at the raw desire he displays.
âYouâre so fucking good, baby. âShouldâve fucked you soon, hm?â Sungchan groans, his voice creased with effort as he continues to pound into you. You canât help but respond with a needy whimper, skin burning under his touch as you nod your head dumbly. You feel him everywhere, and it's overwhelming - the way heâs stretched you wide open, the way he feels pushing deep inside of you, the way his hands are holding you in place as if afraid that you'll slip away from underneath him.
Your heart beats furiously against your chest, matching rhythm with the throbbing ache between your legs. You're close, too close, but not quite there yet. Sungchan seems to sense your growing desperation, the flash of triumph in his eyes telling you he knows exactly what he's doing to you. He reaches down and begins rubbing slow circles on your clit again, thumb pressing against the sensitive nub just enough to make you cry out in pleasure.
âYou gonna cum for me?â He whispers against your throat, teeth dipping into your soft flesh, causing a sharp gasp from your lips. You nod frantically in response, words failing you as white-hot pleasure courses through your veins. He laughs softly - a dark chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.
The way you melt against him is intoxicating. He grunts, unable to think straight as he feels his own orgasm building up. His hips move even faster, his cock sliding in and out of your welcoming heat with each thrust. He groans against your skin, panting heavily as he fucks you like itâs his last dying will, wet sounds filling the room that mixes with your pants and moans. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sounds youâre making, cheeks growing more read because of it. Sex is so embarrassing sometimes.
He pulls away from your neck just a little to look into your eyes, panting heavily as they roll back in pleasure. Sungchan's lips curl into a smirk at seeing how lost you get. Your walls tighten around his cock once again as you cum around him, making Sungchan's eyes roll back into his head and tilt his head back with a melodic groan that has you moaning as well. You feel him tremble beneath you as he finally cums inside of you, making you smirk softly as your hands run up and down his back.
You throw your head back and cry out his name, orgasm hitting you hard and fast like a freight train. He watches as you finally hit your peak, jaw-dropping at how gorgeous you look when you feel good. Your walls clamp down around him, and your muscles spasm in ecstasy; even through the haze of pleasure, you feel every drop of his cum spilling into you, the heat of it searing into your core. Your body convulses and shivers under the onslaught of pleasure, your voice breaking on Sungchan's name.Â
Sungchan stays still for a moment longer, his cock still buried deep inside of you. His chest heaves against yours, ragged gasps filling the space between your sated bodies. He blinks slowly, his gaze holding yours captive as he pants out your name. You take his face into his hands with a deep breath, leaning in and kissing his lips without a second though. He moans into the kiss, holding your wrists gently as he does so.
You both stay like that for a while. Bodies joined together in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your gasping breaths and the rapid beat of your heart pounding in sync. Cautiously, Sungchan pulls out of you gently, making your pussy squeeze around nothing instinctively at the loss, a soft whimper leaving your lips.
He rolls off to one side, pulling you with him so that you're tucked against his side. His arm wraps around you and keeps you close to him, fingers dancing along your sweaty skin lightly. Neither of you speak for long moments, too wrapped up in trying to regain control of your breathing and coming down from your highs even to fathom thinking of words right now.
Eventually, though, Sungchan breaks the silence with a soft whisper, "You okay?"
Your lips twitch into a tired smile against his chest, pressing a small kiss there before nodding. "Yeah," you huff out after a moment, "That wasâŠ"
"Crazy," he finishes for you, making you shut your eyes with a laugh, nodding in agreement.
âYeahâŠThat was crazy,â You whisper, moving your head to rest on his chest to soak up more of his warmth. Your cheek squishes against his chest as you lay there, looking down at his spent cock resting against his thigh. It hits you that youâre both naked and just had sex on your living room floor. This calls for a conversation at the least but you canât drag yourself to start it, completely spent from what just occurred.
So, instead, you close your eyes.
Youâll deal with it in the morning.
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HERE FOR YOU sevika x female reader
Summary: Sevika and you never talked about how much you really cared for each other, but apparently one night after a misunderstanding was enough. And she showed you how deeply she did care - it's all she ever did.
content warnings : violence, blood, lesbians being dumb, fluff
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It was weird, honestly. sevika was a scary woman. no one would dare to even cross her way and who did - would not be alright to tell after.
But then, there was you, out of the sudden, walking by her side on the streets of zaun. Sometimes, you would be talking her ear off or just enjoy her presence quietly. you were there at the bar with her, watching her gamble, with a drink on your hand enjoying her playing and winning.
People had gossiped that you were just a girl she visited, and you got attached to .. poor delusional thing. but you were far from it - meeting sevika by working for vander just like her.
You were attracted to her, who wouldn't? a big scary and hot woman was in front of you, giving you small smirks every time you looked at her way.
Sevika didn't want to admit but she did enjoy your presence, she enjoyed your daily talks, working with you, arguing "playfully", hearing about your favorite books or new things you had just found out ....she was whipped.
And it was not until one night that she completely understood how much she would do for you... and how much you didn't realize it.
You were there, standing close to her while she gambled with two other men.
You started talking about one of the million things you enjoyed and she was used to , but not the man in front of her who only looked at you with a miserable look on his eyes.
" Can the girl shut up for a second ? " he spat putting the card on the table.
Sevika looked up from the cards to the man, talking a puff of her blunt and huffing.
" Careful " she said , looking back at you to see the small smile you had turned into an uncomfortable frown
" I know what could shut her up just right," he said again- but he didn't even have the chance to play his card again when he went falling backwards with sevika's punch.
" Who do you think you're talking to ? " she groaned and watched the man on the floor laying with a bloody nose, and so much worse- he couldn't even open his eyes.
" Sevika... " she heard you and looked back - she cursed and guided you out
" Are you okay? " she asked once you two were out - the chilly air hitting you both
" Me ? I am ... you didn't have to do that... i can handle it myself " you said, and she shaked her head . she knew you could, she has seen what you could do just to get some information.
" You really think I would let anyone talk to you like that? " she asked - looking down at your eyes, she had a worried look on her face waiting for your response.
Youu just looked at her- a soft look in your eyes, she would say they were shining as the stars would.
The thing was you didn't know why- why would she not let ? sure, you two were close but sevika could be mean and make comments sometimes - she never actually meant them, but she never told you that.
" I would not... and would never, specially coming from miserable disgusting idiots " she said after your silence but she could read your face - you weren't sure.
You couldn't read sevika well, she was hard, her face always estoic and never giving you the vulnerability she wished to show secretly.
it was silent, the only thing loud was the loud music from the bar and the voices of drunk people. or maybe it was the beating of her heart.
" let's go ... it's getting late " she said and started to walk, watching you from her shoulder as you did the same.
" I can't put into words how much I'm grateful for you... you seem to always be at the right place and right time " you said with an chuckle remembering the times she has saved your ass.
" I will always be if you... if you let me " she said looking at the small lamps shining the way home, distracting herself of her thoughts.
if you let me...
" I'll always want you to be... " you said making her stop, the sound of her boots stopping making the air more heavy.
she turned around - not with the confused look you expected her to give you, but with a small smile, her eyes bright with hope.
" Does that mean what I think it does ? Am I right for once, as you say ? " she commented, making you chukle.
Her face looked even more perfect with the orange light coming from the street lamps, making everything... more cozy as if the cold night wasn't making you tremble.
" don't get cocky now or I'll take it back " you said and she walked closer to you, not as confident as she looked normally.
" you can't take it back... " she said and you looked around- no one was there, you two were completely alone.
" I don't want to " you said and she cupped your cheek, her warm palm warming your face.
" I meant it- I want to always be here for you... with you... I care about you so much " she said her voice getting smaller as if she was speaking to herself.
" I care about you too... since the day we met- I knew I wouldn't be able to get you off my heart " you said, and she smiled - really smiled.
Her whole body got even more warm if possible. You looked so pretty with the lighs shining on your face.
" that won't be necessary " she said and her face got even closer- she looked at your eyes and you nodded- you seemed to know her well.
she kissed you gently, bringing her other hand to your lower back - you tasted as sweet as she imagined many times in her sleepless nights.
When you kissed her back she felt something as she never felt before- she never felt this with the flings she would have or the girls she would meet, no this was different.
A flower was blooming in her chest- she kissed you with more passion now, and felt your hands cradle her face. you hummed, enjoying every minute of it, but fun always ends quickly as some glass shattered making you both stop and turn around.
A group of men were almost falling of how drunk they were- laughing and yelling at each other.
she quickly patted your back- " we should go before i have to punch some more idiots " she said and you laughed, wrapping your arms on hers and never letting of her.
you were never going to let go of her.
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hear me outđ imagine student body president!sukuna and delinquent!readerđ same scenario but just switched
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âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: student body president! Sukuna x bratty delinquent fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; you and kuna are college seniors - oral (m! + slight f! receiving) - face + throat fucking - clitoral play (sucking) - impact play (cheek + pussy slaps) - fingering (f! receiving) - standing + piledriver positions - unprotected sex - overstimulation - dumbification - degradation (brat, cumslut, pig, slut, whore) - blackmail - dick piercing (frenulum) - mention of drool/spit and tears.
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If thereâs one thing that Sukuna loves more than anything, itâs power.
For Sukuna, the pinnacle of power is not just a status but a destiny he believes is his alone. In his heart of hearts, he knows he is the one who can keep this school in check, his control palpable in every corner of the campus.
Having RyĆmen Sukuna as the student body president of the senior class was either the best or worst thing, depending on who was asked. Although intimidated by some faculty and professors, they saw him as a significant influence on maintaining the studentsâ behavior for the collegeâs image. As for his peers, some would vouch that he was the scariest person they've ever met within their college studentâs behaviors on campus. As for the studentsâŠwhether they made sure not to get in the salmon-pink-haired manâs way, did as they were told, or generally avoided getting in his bad side all around, the truth was known in the air: Sukuna is a force not meant to be reckoned with.Â
So, dealing with people who stand in his line of power will be dealt with â especially brats like you.
You were the biggest thorn in Sukunaâs side, a true innocent fool who dared disobey him without fear of consequence. For one, you were such a disrespectful minx, always speaking to him with such a foul mouth as if his aura that frightens others doesnât shake you down. You bat your eyes at him during his lectures, dumb doe eyes that flutter with dull eyelids as if not a single word from his mouth was processed in that mind of yours as youâll just wound up doing the exact shit again within a week or less. You have no amount of respect for his superior status, treating Sukuna like some big shot.Â
âTah, you donât scare me, Prez!â You mocked with a laugh. âYou and your little tattoos can go somewhere and make the other babies piss their pants and leave me the hell alone. Mind your business and stay outta mine.â
God, to say you were insufferable was scratching the surface. Sukuna can admit that nothing in his last year of college would allow him to experience absolute euphoria than crushing that childish grin off your face. Itâs all he can think about whenever he has the misfortune of seeing your name or catching your face in the halls on his way to lectures and meetings.
But then again, if he canât discipline you in the way he wanted on school grounds, it doesnât mean youâre safe from him on the outside.
And then, like a miracle to his prayers, he finally had the dirt to give him all the more motivation. His second in command, Uraume, had found some evidence of your inappropriate behavior on the schoolâs campus. Pictures and videos alike, his smile grew bigger the deeper he looked into it.
Images of you flashing your bare tits in what seems to be a party in one of the dormitories and some drunk guy motorboating your chest, another of you smoking weed in one of the laboratories, which were undoubtedly smoke-free, and one portraying you fingering yourself in while sucking off one of the basketball athletes in the gymnasium menâs locker room. And the cherry on top was explicit videos of yourself that would tarnish the schoolâs reputation and have you expelled in seconds â absolute music to Sukunaâs ears.Â
The thought of destroying your image and exposing you to the filthy bitch you have put a spark of joy in the student body presidentâs cruel heart. But what would the fun be if he threw this evidence out all at once? He was a man who loved to drag out the torture of his victims. So, when he pulls you aside, to your dismay, and showcases the dirt he has on you, the look on your face? Not even a picture would be enough for him to enjoy such a glorious reaction. He never thought heâd see where youâd beg and plead to him on your knees, only fueling the superiority within his stance.
However, he likes to play with his food. So, heâll put his hands up, âAlright, fine, I wonât take this to the higher-upâŠâ yet the smirk didnât match the comfort expressed. âOn one condition.â
And for said condition? To use you and see your talents for himself.
âDamn, this mouth really knows how to work, huh?â
Oh, to be fucking your face in the student body government lounge isnât something heâd expect. But holy shit, is he not fucking complaining. He throws his head back as his pelvis relentlessly smacks the plump of your soapy lips. His hands grabbed your head and forced you onto his length, which you were crying on like crazy.
Tears roll down your face; the harshness of his ruts sting like hell. You could only grip his jeans to steady, yet the more he bullies his dick into your throat, your train of thought becomes more impossible to follow through.Â
He slaps your cheeks, âPay attention, bitch,â he curses from above and yanking you by the ear. âLoosen that jaw of yours and suck me off like the cumslut you are.â
Your glare gratifies him, watching you obey his words and hollow your cheeks. Jesus, the tightness of your throat has shivers crawl to his shoulders.
âMmmff! Mmmm!!â Your muffled whimpers were all his ears could pick up on, and they made him sigh heavenly. He peers down to meet such a naughty image: your lips coated in saliva and his precum bubbling and piling with every snap and pull of his hips. Your tears and furrowed brows gave him the hugest ego boost of his life, making the devilish superior push feverishly into your mouth.Â
ââMnnph! Yesss, yeah, thatâs right; keep cryinâ, you fucking brat.â Fuck, heâs so fucking close; your mouth and tongue were doing mad work for him to release, busting his load into your throat and succumbing to you to drink and accept his semen.
Balls deep to your lips, saliva mixes with salty tears, striking down your chin. You swallow every bit of him with a satisfied hum, eyes rolling up when he grinds his pelvis for his dick to go deeper.
But that doesnât mean you should rest â hell no. Sukuna rips his erect limb out of your mouth and pushes you to your back with a kick. You couldnât interject as he pushed your legs to your chest. An exotic position that exposes the damp spot of your thong from your lifted skirt.Â
The president tsks at the display with a sneer. âFucking slut, so wet from just sucking me off.â He slides the underwear and is welcomes to your scent and taste when he glides his tongue to your clit. âYou really are a fucking bitch in heat, huh?â
His tongue pets and laps around your labia, lubing your vagina with his spit while slurping your essence that messes around your inner thighs. Youâre choked up, whining from his tongue fucking the entrance of you and licking your clit.
ââOhoo! Hoohh, Sukunaa, pleaseee,â you slurred from the suck of your clit, his tongue pushing it and grazing his teeth with the delicate bud. âHahhhfuckk, put it innn, âKuna, I wantâDaaahaa!!â You cried at the slap of your cunt, stinging your sensitive clit from the rough palm of his hand.
âDonât tell me what to do, brat,â another smack to your slit as you cough up spit. âSuch a broad, only thinking with just your pussy.â Although, he had to admit, seeing your pussy wink from his hits and teases made his pride sing. With a low chuckle, he straightens up, your anticipation climbing up when he brings his middle and forefinger to wet with saliva.
Yet a record scratches at the feel of something wet around your asshole, the digits pushing and teasing your puckered entrance. Begs fly out youâre mouth, but they substitute with a scream when his fingers manage to insert inside and massage around your walls.
âWhat, you thought I was just gonna play with that pussy like you wanted?â He laughs at your cries, stroking his ego from your anus, clamping onto him with the scrape of his fingernails. âYou got some nerve; only dirty pigs like you get dirty rewards.â You gasp at the withdrawal of his fingers, and he whistles at the sight. âSo here ya go, little slutâŠâ
Sukuna aligns his cock to your rear, pushing it with no care for your lack of preparation. You scream at the insert of his cockhead and piercing, and the stretch that comes along his inches burrowing inside causes more tears to fall. But not in painâthe expression on your face showed no sign of resentment.Â
âHaaahh, yeeesshh,â your hands come to the back of your ass to help the position youâre in, the angle making your writhing figure jolt. And it gets better once Sukunaâs hips go at a mediocre pace. âShooo gooodâŠ!!â
Your hands find Sukunaâs ankles when his frenulum piercing jabs you with precision with the increase of his erratic thrusts. High pitches and shrieks fill the student body lounge, skin slapping against each other, creating an inappropriate sound. Like Sukuna cares, though; fucking your ass on the floor with no grace â so much for a president.
ââKhheh, hooohshiiit, pig canât even speak properly, making such a ruckus.â Itâs true; you showed no restraint in concealing your wails. If anything, they get louder and louder with the clasp of your butthole on his length, drool spilling from your agape mouth. âNoisy ass acting all dumb on my cock.âÂ
The graze of his piercing gets worse every second; shit feels way too good, like his balls smacking down your ass. But you couldnât foresee his next move; Sukuna slipped his middle finger inside your chasm and wiggled around your vagina. A strong yelp erupts from your body from the âcome hitherâ motion that scratches your upper walls, and you canât help but let yourself go.
Your climax has you howling, your holes contracting with force from every passing wave that rocks your core. You pant heavily, milking the dick that continues to plunge into your ass, Sukuna groaning at the grasp of your anus and the walls around his middle finger.Â
He then pulls his digit out and brings it to his mouth, sucking your liquids with a smirk. âNot bad, broad.â
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JJK MEN'S PUNISHMENTS Ë àŁȘ ౚà§Ëâ
warnings : basically jst all smut,, p in v,, unprotected sex,, bondage, handcuffs,, blindfolds,, etc etc .. MDNI, MA !
ft - megumi,, itadori,, gojo,, nanami
gojo --
âteehee, iâm exicteddd!â gojo squeals as he ties the remainder of your leg to the headboard. âi think iâm going to use the blindfold too, just for good measure.â
âExcuse me?! Isnât this enough?!â you gasp, trying to get comfortable under the restraints. âthis is so useless, i swear, after iâm untied iâm going to pull a curse on you.â
Gojo snorts while picking up a simple black blindfold, âyou wouldnât be able to.â
âWhy is that?â
âbecause by the time iâm done with you, you wonât even be able to remember your own name.â the sentence stung you a bit, as you let out a low gasp as he chuckles. âstay still.â gojo whispers and he slips the blindfold onto your head.Â
âi hate you.âÂ
âyeah thatâs the last straw, iâm gonna tape your mouth shut.âÂ
âno, no iâm sorry!â you squeak as you hear more shuffling going on in the background.Â
âno warnings, you need this as a punishment.â he whispers lustfully into your right ear. Gosh if only you would be able to see him. All of a sudden you feel a hot liquid being dropped onto your stomach making you whimper loudly. âwhat..â you feel the hot liquid being dropped onto your stomach, slowly going up to your breasts leaving slight burn marks. Squealing, gojo puts a finger over your mouth. âHush.âÂ
oh my fucking god, itâs candle wax. you realize as you feel something enter into you, worried you ask softly âwhat.. Is in me?â which makes gojo laughs. âmy dick darling, feel good?â you moan in response, with a look of pure bliss on your face which leads gojo to thrust into you even harder, making you grasp onto the restraints.Â
âyeah you like that?â he grunts in between thrusts, âyou like being published? for being a bad girl?â you whimper in response, which makes gojo slow down.Â
âwhy, why did you stop?â you ask.
âgive me a answer. you like being used like a slut?âÂ
ây-yes!âÂ
âgood..â he grins as he grasps onto your hips and beings thrusting again. ânow, shut your mouth so i can fuck this pretty little pussy.â
megumi --
âwell?â megumi says in a low voice, huffing. âI thought i told you to take your panties and sit o my fucking lap. Nodding slowly, you slip off your clothes and move near him, and as soon as you are within arms reach, he grabs your hips, manhandling you easily. a deep shudder goes through you as you feel his boner grow harder and harder. âshit, i forgot you're so big..â you mutter quietly as megumi brings a hard impact slap coming down onto your ass.Â
smack!Â
a pathetic moan leaves your mouth, leaving you shocked. âhuh?!â you say as another harsh slap comes down onto you.Â
smack!
âListen here now,â he says in a low voice, âI have full control over you, correct?â
smack!
you nod quickly, pursing your lips together as he continues to smack your ass.Â
smack!Â
âI can't believe you.âÂ
smack!Â
âgetting drunk in front of all of my friends?Â
smack!
âbegging me to fuck you in public?
smack!Â
âtelling me to fuck off when i denied your dumb request.â
smack! smack! smack!Â
by the time megumi lets out all of his anger onto your poor ass, he lets go of his harsh grip from your hips.Â
âNow get your ass onto that bed. I know you are soaking wet from your.. punishment.â
itadori --
usually, yuji likes you to be the dominant one, but when you decided to go roam around at 11pm without him and ended up getting caught up in some trouble, he definity needed to teach you a lesson.
âget your ass on the bed rn y/n. iâm not playing.â since your respond with a light giggle he grabs your ass and flips you onto the bed, ass up.Â
âhuh?â you yelp, shocked at the sudden movement, and instead of responding itadori pulls off your skirt roughly and gives a hard SMACK!
âbe quiet. I need to teach you a lesson.â instead of taking things slowly you suddenly feel a loud thrust rustle through your body. gripping onto the sheets, you cry out his name, mainly out of shock and pure pleasure causing him to thrust even harder into you, leaving wet and sloppy kisses onto your back. Waves of ecstasy flows through the both of you, the loud clapping sounds echoing through the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts.Â
âh-hm? You like-like it right? Being used like a.. fuck.. like a little cumslut!â he gasps and he suddenly grips onto your ass tighter as you suddenly feel something warm and goopy seep into you. thinking he would end right there.. oh no you were so wrong as you suddenly feel his grip on you tighten again.
nanami --
You never thought as nanami as the jealous type, he was also a gentleman.. but here you are, tied up onto the bed, the tight force of the handcuffs cutting off your blood circulation. Whimpering pathetically, you look up to nanami, his eyes meet yours, full of lust and unnecessary happiness.Â
biting your bottom lip, you whisper âreally? you seem to be enjoying this a lot more than you should..âÂ
âwell, you did hug him.âÂ
âoh my gosh, iâm telling you heâs just a friend, love.â
âmhm..â he listens, âseems like a.. what do they call it? oh yeah, an excuse, wow, i never expected one to come out of my wifeâs mouth.âÂ
âare you going to let me go if I say sorry?âÂ
âdonât talk back.â he rasps, âi need to make sure you donât do that again.â
âby..?âÂ
âby doing this.â he says, a slow smile spreading onto his face as he climbs on top of you, his muscles being highlighted by the bright light. âwhat a pretty sight, wow, you really have outdone yourself.â he says, getting your boob a firm squish. Instead of slowly pushing his cock inside of you, a strong thrust vibrates throughout your body, making you leave a loud unplanned scream. âgood girl, keep making sounds like that.â he whispers, burning his neck onto your collarbone. His thrusts become faster and rougher by the minute, making sure to let you feel the pain. you cry his name loudly, wishing you could scratch into his shoulders to help you find balance. The sounds of your moans and his pants fill the room, as his cock becomes covered entirely by your soaking wet pussy.Â
he was filling you up so well, hitting all the right spots, leaving you whimper under him frantically, begging for more. âplease- uh.. fuck- please more..â
âuh-huh..â he rasps quietly, clearly taking your command well as his thrusts become more frantic as his hips jolt onto your ass, gosh heâs fucking delicious. âyou want me to come into you?âÂ
âyes- gosh.. please-â you groan, grasping onto the restraints, wishing you would be able to push him in even harder.Â
âfuck- gonna cum- baby. urgh..â he says as your insides tighten around him, making him pant even heavier, with you joining in, screaming. Soon enough his hot seed drips into your insides, leaving you warm and satisfied while learning a new lesson.Â
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Little Bunny (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)
First time writing fanfic in years but what can I say? I see Austin Butler smoking a cigarette and giving Bedroom Eyesâąïž and I'm suddenly a poet. Enjoy!
Part 2 here
Word Count- 2.7k+
Summary- Being surrounded by loud motorcycles, drunk bikers and hungry eyes was not something you'd ever experienced before. Neither was the intense blue gaze of a certain blonde biker.
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You didnât belong here. That much was obvious. You in your white dress blowing softly around your thighs from the summerâs evening breeze. You in your kitten heels sinking into the mud beneath you. You . . . holding your Tupperware filled with homemade cookies. You felt the eyes of just about every person there burning into you as you walked across the grassy field, trailing slightly behind your friend as she made her way to the picnic benches in the center of what looked to be a makeshift race track.Â
This is not at all what you pictured when Kathy had told you last night about a cookout and race she was going to. She had said that it was hosted by one of her friends in a club and that you should come to. You were just going to gently shoot her proposition down, but with one of your New Year's Resolutions being to push yourself to be more outgoing and attempt to break the shy vice that often gripped you tight, you reluctantly agreed. In a pathetic attempt to get the nerves to go away, you were up all night baking, something you found to be therapeutic as it gave your hands a task other than nervously tapping on something. Kathy didnât specify what kind of club she was in, but she was always friendly and outgoing so you really had no idea what to expect, going in blind. When she made a comment about your choice of heels for the environment, you raised a brow, offering to run back inside to change.Â
âDonât worry about it,â she had said as she grinned at you from behind the wheel. âI think the club is goinâ ta love you.â
Standing here now . . . you would have never guessed this was the kind of club she was a part of. Sure, you noticed how her clothing changed some and she smoked a lot more, but seeing her interact with these bikers was shocking. She was like a different person. No, not different. She was still the same Kathy you had been friends with since 8th grade. She was just more confident now.
âHey, whoâs your new friend, Kathy?â someone called from your left. You glanced over at the many sets of hungry eyes that raked over your body as if they were a pack of wild dogs and you were a small rabbit. Your eyes widened as you looked to your other side to find a crowd gathered there too. âIntroduce me to your little friend.â
âFuck off, Richie,â Kathy called out nonchalantly, not even sparing them a look. You quickened your pace to be right on her heels, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the possibility of being left alone to these people.
âKathy, IâI donât think I should be here,â you whispered but if she heard your words, she ignored them. âWhen you said club, I was expecting aâa book club or something. . .â
âDonât be silly.â She glanced at you over her shoulder, a smirk capturing her features. âI didnât think I belonged neither, but look at me now. âSides, this club is way more fun than books, trust me.â
Before you could protest anymore, she led you to a table and you nearly collided into her when she stopped abruptly, your eyes still jumping around to the leather jackets and grime covered faces. You move to stand beside her, attempting to grab her arm and signal that you wanted to leave but she didnât meet your gaze. Instead, she pointed a finger at the man sitting in the middle, legs spread leisurely, cigarette hanging from his mouth.Â
âThis is Johnny, he runs this club,â she introduced, moving along down the line. âThatâs Brucie and his wife Gail. This big dumb idiot is Cockroach.â He throws a beer cap at her but she ducks out of the way. âThatâs Cal and Corky behind them. . .â
With each member she introduced, you felt your courage sinking further and further into the ground. They each (including the woman) had an air of intimidation that screamed donât fuck with me. Their leather jackets and ripped jeans hardened their appearances and you felt extremely out of place with your perfectly curled hair and manicured nails. They looked like people your parents had warned you to stay away from your entire youth. Growing up with difficulty making friends has left you somewhat naive and youâd never been around a crowd like this. Yet suddenly, here you were, a helpless gazelle tossed directly into the lionâs den. Your heart pounded in your chest and youâre sure every person here can hear it echoing off the metal bikes surrounding you.Â
â. . . and thatâs Benny,â she finished and nodded in the direction of the person on the furthest left. Your eyes travelled up his long legs which are stretched out over the seat, up to where heâs sitting on the table. Your gaze lingered for a moment over the cigarette smoke pluming from between his lips before finally locking with his, and it took your breath away. It was like all the boys you had ever known in life, the ones you had been out on boring dates with, were just that â boys. This was a man. That was evident in his furrowed brow, his dark and unreadable expression, the way his piercing gaze moved from your face down to your toes and back up again. Trouble, his aura screamed, run far away from me. And you desperately want to grab Kathyâs arm and beg her to take you home, but sheâs already moved away, making her way over to a cooler of beers, leaving you standing before them like an offering. You think maybe she had asked you if you wanted one before she left, but itâs hard to hear anything over the pounding of your heart in your ears, and even harder to focus on anything besides not breaking the intense eye contact the blonde in front of you was maintaining.Â
âWhatcha got there?â someone from the table in front of you asked and you blinked, snapping back into the present.Â
Benny had never seen anything like you. He watched from his seat atop the table as you blinked down at your pink Tupperware bowl. You looked like a doll freshly plucked straight from the box, every hair perfectly in place and not a speck on your pretty dress. The thought of running his hand up your thigh and dipping beneath the hem of that pristine dress, leaving a smudged trail of grease along your clean skin corrupted his mind, setting his teeth on edge with desire. The sun was just beginning to set over your left shoulder casted you in a warm glow that seemed almost ethereal, a picture of innocence and unspoiled charm. Your eyes, almost comically wide, glanced back up to him only for a second before moving to the others to find the owner of that previous question.
âCookies,â you said so softly that Benny could barely hear you from where he was. And he knew then and there that he was a goner.Â
The familiar pop of a motorcycle backfiring echoed through the air and you practically jumped out of your skin at the sound. You were just a little bunny, he mused, a smirk pulling at his lips. In one smooth motion, he pushed himself off the table, flicking the rest of his cigarette butt to the ground and stood to his full height. Driven by a fervor burning deep in his belly, it only took him a few strides before he stood in front of you, close enough to smell the sweet perfume you were wearing, close enough to see the blush tinting your face, close enough to touch you.
âWhat kind of cookies?â he asked in a low voice, hoping not to scare away this little bunny.
You glanced over your shoulder towards the parked cars and, for a moment, Benny thought you might try to book it, but then you moved your chin back and suddenly you were gracing him with your beautiful gaze again. He noticed the slight tremble of your slim fingers as they removed the lid and held the bowl out in an offer. In that moment, the air seemed to crackle with an unspoken connection, a promise of worlds colliding. No, heâd never seen anything like you.
âTheyâre chocolate chip,â you replied, eyes fluttering to the middle of his chest to avoid eye-contact.Â
He lifted a hand slowly, dipping his head in an attempt to catch your eyes once more. He waited patiently until your gaze fluttered back up to meet his before he raised a brow in question. You gave just the slightest nod, and he dipped his hand into the bowl, retrieving one of your cookies.
You were locked into place, knees weak and head swimming as you watched him bring your cookie up to his lips. You wanted to look away, hell, you wanted to run away. But you couldnât. You were drowning in his ocean eyes, unable to breathe as he bit into the cookie. Your gaze dropped briefly to his mouth as he swiped at it with the back on his hand, the muscles of his forearm flexing beneath tanned skin.
âTake her for a ride, Benny!â someone shouted from behind him and you suddenly remembered the rest of the group.
âShow her how to ride, Benny!â More egging. You took a hesitant step back, holding the bowl to your chest as if it would somehow deflect their teasing. You peeked around Benny trying to get Kathyâs attention, but sheâs already sat down at another table, conversing with a small group of women. The women looked just as mean and tough as the men and you swallowed the lump forming in your throat. You take another step backwards. This was a mistake. You should have never come here. You needed to go home. These people â these animals â would eat you alive. The idea of just walking home crossed your mind briefly. But you were miles from your house, and you werenât exactly sure where you even were â some farmhouse out on the other side of town. You needed to get Kathy aside to ask her to drive you home.Â
âYou ever been on a motorcycle before, Little Bunny?â Benny asked you, his voice hushed and almost drowned out by the razzing from behind him.
Your brow furrowed at the nickname. Was he making fun of you? Daring to look into his ruggedly handsome face again, you attempted to read his expression for any signs of malice. Surprised to find something kind swirling in his eyes, your lips parted to say something, but the words were stuck in your throat. âMm-mm,â
He flashed a glimpse of his white teeth with a secretive smile as he took a step closer. âCan I be your first?â
âWhat?â Suddenly your mouth felt as though it were filled with cotton.Â
He nodded over at the lineup of motorcycles to your left and waited for his question to fully sink in. You tilted your head, wondering if the double inuendo was intentional or if everything that came out of his mouth dripped with an underlying sensuality.
Trouble, trouble, trouble. That word rang out in your head like a siren, attempting to warn you and thatâs when you realized that there wasnât an ocean in his eyes. It was a blazing fire. There was a fire in his eyes and it threatened to burn every complacently comfortable thing inside you, threatened to burn every perfectly built wall surrounding your heart.Â
You shook your head. âNo, thank you. I donât like going fast and I know thatâs what you . . . bikers do.â
Was that a polite response? You werenât sure because the smile on his face grew despite the fact that you just declined his offer. Any time youâve ever rejected a manâs offer, theyâd frown, grumble under their breath and walk away. But this man â Bennyâ just stood there, sliding his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, tilting his head slightly as he stared down at you with a smile. He was confusing!
âExcuse me,â you muttered as you sidestepped him, quickly approaching the picnic bench Kathy had migrated to. Your cheeks burned as a few members of the crowd whistled. You set the Tupperware bowl on the table and several hands dipped in to retrieve the goods as you planted yourself next to Kathy.Â
âIs this a gang?â You whispered to your friend and she laughed into her beer bottle. Since when did she drink beer?
âGee, that Benny sure is a hunk, huh?â She deflected your question as she raised an eyebrow at you suggestively.Â
Feeling his gaze still burning into you, you didnât risk a glance back at him. âI donât feel comfortable here, Kathy.â
âDo you want a beer?â She asked as she placed a cold one in front of you.Â
âNo,â you replied quietly. âCan we go now?â
She sighed. âAlright, fine. Can I finish my beer at least?â
You nodded but your relief was short lived when another biker woman sat down from across Kathy and began talking with her. Agonizing minutes ticked by. You drummed your fingers on the worn wooden table top, watching as Kathy sipped leisurely from her beer. Someone shouted as the racing bikes fired up, startling you. Thatâs it.Â
âIâll wait for you in the car,â you told Kathy and ignored the disappointment on her face as you stood and spun. You halted in your tracks when you find Benny still standing where you left him, still watching you. You kept your head down as you walked past him quickly making your way to the car.Â
Weaving in between other cars and motorcycles parked in the far field, you breathed a sigh of relief when you made it to Kathyâs car. Once sitting inside the passenger seat of her pickup truck, you slammed the door shut behind you. Embarrassment burned your core and you groaned as you brought your hands up to cover your face. They probably thought you were some niave girl who was afraid of her own shadow. And you probably were but you clung to the slight relief that you would never have to see any of these people ever again.Â
You jumped at the knock on your window. A tall figure stood outside your door and your heart jumped into your throat as you scrambled to roll down the manual window. Benny stooped over and held up your pink Tupperware bowl.Â
âYou left this.â One side of his mouth quirked up. âIâd say they were a hit.â
You glanced down at the empty bowl in shock. You had baked two dozen cookies and they were gone within minutes of leaving it on the table. A smile tugged at your lips at the thought of someone appreciating your hard work. âThank you.â
You reached for the bowl, fingers brushing softly against his. A jolt of electricity traveled up your arm, through your chest before settling hotly in your lower belly. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as he lowered himself to lean against your door, arms resting over the window frame. His eyes roamed over your face as if he were trying to memorize every detail. Your mind struggled to find something to say to him to get him to go away but all thoughts were halted in their tracks as his eyes found yours again. Instinctively, you felt yourself leaning in a little closer to him, your faces only inches apart.Â
âCan I at least give you a ride home?â His gravely voice broke through the thick silence.Â
âKathy isââ you started as you glanced over his shoulder to the direction of where you left your friend. Your words died on your tongue as you noticed her surrounded by a small group now, a fresh beer in her hand.Â
Your gaze returned to him and you felt heat creep up your neck. âIâIâm wearing a dress though. . .â
âIâll be sitting in front of you. Nobody will be able to see anything.âÂ
You fixed him with an incredulous expression before looking away. Silence settled between you again and you waited for him to walk away. Only, he never did. He just . . . waited.
"Are you just going to keep asking?" you griped as you turned to look back at him.
"I like to think of it as more of an offer." There was a teasing undertone laced in his words and you narrowed your eyes at him to keep from smiling.
âI wonât drive fast,â he said softly and your heart fluttered at the gentle promise.Â
Trouble. Your head still reminded you even as you found yourself getting hypnotized by the intense blue of his eyes, so close to yours. Despite the sincerity in his eyes, there was still that darkness, that fire that burned through. That burning fire, threatening to cover a dark past. And you could see it, there was a dangerous undertone in that fire. Trouble, and yet you couldnât hide the smile as your fingers reached to open the door.Â
This fire you needed to touch â at least once, just to see how hot it truly burned.Â
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husband!seungmin
â° notes: my brain is not working properly and idk if i could write any lengthy fics as of the moment but hereâs husband seungmin because iâm bored and i love our puppy so much. not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33
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Husband Seungmin who cried when he saw you walking down the aisle with a big smile on his face thinking that heâs the luckiest man on earth to marry you. He couldnât wait for the priest to finally announce you as husband and wife then kisses you in front of your friends and family.Â
Husband Seungmin whose love language is act of service and words of affirmation with a little bit of gift-giving.Â
Husband Seungmin who is still shy about engaging in physical touch. But when he does, he gets really clingy and refuses to let you go. You never complain. He also loves looking at you dreamingly while you sleepăŒwhispering how much he loves you and kisses your forehead before going to sleep, hugging you tightly.Â
Husband Seungmin who cooks every morning before going to workăŒsometimes at nightăŒand holds your hand while brewing coffee as he steals kisses whenever you arenât looking.Â
Husband Seungmin who would take the day off from work just to stay home and take care of you when youâre sick. He wonât allow you to move and insist that heâll do everything you ask for.Â
Husband Seungmin who gets a bit possessive when someone who seems interested in you makes a conversation so heâd kiss your lips out of the blue and say, âWeâre married.â then show off your wedding rings.Â
Husband Seungmin who doesnât pressure you to have kids with him since he respects whatever decision you make. It doesnât matter anyway, as long as the two of you are together, thatâs enough for him.Â
Husband Seungmin who is still feeling nervous when he asks you out on a date. It would always feel like the first timeăŒhis heart racing, cheeks red as a tomato, the giddiness and sparks, everything goes in slow-motion. He would take you to your favorite places and have the best time.Â
Husband Seungmin who loves tea time and is literally serving you hot gossip from workăŒlaughing at how everyone was so dumb and problematic in the industry.Â
Husband Seungmin who used to prefer texts over calls but now he tends to call you often because he misses you. He would also wait for you to hang up first.
Husband Seungmin who would hug you tightly while kissing the crown of your head and whisper words that might comfort you when youâre breaking down and vulnerable in front of him. He would refuse to leave until you feel better.Â
Husband Seungmin who makes weird noises and funny faces just to make you laugh.Â
Husband Seungmin who acts like a puppy when he wants to be babied and asks for a kiss.Â
Husband Seungmin who treats you like royalty.Â
Husband Seungmin who gets over the moon when you surprise him with lots of (useful) Sanrio-related gifts. Mostly Pochacco and Pompompurin with a little bit of Cinnamon Roll.Â
Husband Seungmin who loves to take A LOT of pictures of you with his phone or camera. Youâd complain (playfully) about his storage getting full but he doesnât mind because you are his muse.Â
Husband Seungmin who brings you flowers on random days because they remind him of you.Â
Husband Seungmin who kisses your lips intimately because he wants to. It could happen multiple times a day which could lead to something moreăŒmost of the time.Â
Husband Seungmin who would walk away after an argument and come back hours later to apologize.Â
Husband Seungmin who doesnât want you to see him cry but gives in when you hug him.Â
Husband Seungmin who gets brutally honest, cries over silly things, and does his little twerk when drunk but still cute as hell.Â
Husband Seungmin who always scores 98-100 on coin karaoke and gets cocky. He knows you love listening to him when he sings and gladly does the favor when you ask him toâwherever, whenever.Â
Husband Seungmin who is always good at everything.Â
Husband Seungmin who doesnât say âI love you,â most of the time but expresses it in different ways or says it with the things he feels about you.Â
Husband Seungmin whose smile is the most precious in the world. You promised not to take it away and never make him cry.Â
Husband Seungmin who loves you so much, makes you happy, never fails to make your heart beat, makes you feel loved and accepts you no matter what your flaws are.Â
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inspired by @twijaxx take on the kaiser scene at the end of ep 14 đđđ
imagine kaiser booked a nice little hotel getaway for you both to get a way for a bit on his break, a really rare occurrence for him. he barely ever gets a break from football so itâs nice to escape once in a while and have some normalcy. berlin is a really nice city too, and kaiserâs pockets are deep enough to afford the best of the best. thatâs why youâre both sitting on the balcony after his shower, sipping at champagne worth more money than either of you could have envisioned a few years ago. kaiser likes treating himself to the luxuries of life; expensive champagne, 5 star hotels, designer robes, exquisite jewellery. but most of all you. you are the greatest luxury of them all.
and you know how to use that nice little mouth you have on you as well - so almost every single night like this ends with you on your knees sucking his cock, taking it so well.
and tonight isnât any different, heâs a bit drunk, youâre sober. he throws you that charming smirk that no girl can resist, not even you, and you know what he wants. the city is so beautiful at this time. itâs a shame your view is obstructed by his cock, or not, you like the sight and he knows you do. he has you on your knees beneath the opaque table, has you at his feet exactly where he likes you, almost spoon feeding you his length. and you open your mouth so meekly. so willing and so obedient for him just how he likes it.
you know youâre doing a good job the way his hand is tangled in your hair and heâs pushing your head down on his cock so hard your nose is smashed into his pubic bone. but neither of you care; youâre both as disgusting and perverted as each other. âkeep going fâ me babyâ he breathes out. and he feels like heâs about to cum, he really does, until his phone vibrates on the table. you expect him to not answer because of the way he growls in such an irritated manner, until you hear him breathe a sigh of relief. before he can even answer you stop sucking him and look up at him with big pouty eyes. âmicha are you really gonna answer at a time like this?â god he wants to destroy you, he really fucking does. looking at you with saliva coating your pretty pink lips and teary eyes whilst youâre on your knees looking so desperate to have his dick lodged in your throat again, youâre a sight for sore eyes. but he just rolls his eyes and snaps at you âobviously, if i was going to press answer before you stopped sucking me, stupid whoreâ youâre used to his chastising at this point. so you just whine up at him, before he shuts you up again with one thrust of his cock back in your mouth. youâre mad, you look ridiculous with your angry pouting face and his shaft in your mouth. he does a shushing motion to you before he starts speaking on the phone.
he knows you wonât do anything against him, so he just leaves you to cockwarm him whilst he talks. youâre dumb and malleable, so he knows the call doesnât need to be made in private. every so often he leans down and smacks your cheek affectionately, but god. the wait is so fucking agonising. it really feels like itâs been an hour. you just want to taste his cum, feel his cock, have his fingers inside you, anything. but youâre forced to sit on your knees whilst he makes some stupid call.
so you do something a little unprecedented, especially for a girl who kaiser thought was so obedient. you stand up from where you were originally kneeling and sit yourself down on his cock. and boy is he mad, heâs never shoved his hands over a phone speaker so fast. âwhat are you doing you fucking idiot?â his words are sharp and he hisses them at you. you just whine back at him. âyouâre making me wait too long- donât w-wanna wait- ahâ he wants to fucking punch you right now, wants to grab your jaw and break it. he really fucking does. thank god heâs holding his hand over the speaker or theyâd hear those precious moans that only HE deserves to hear. kaiser is really angry at you, but this call is important, so he simply brings his mouth to your ear and whispers, âfine stay like this then, but you better be a good fucking girl yeah? behave or you wonât cum tonight.â and youâre elated, you really are. you feel so full with his cock inside you. kaiser just dead eyes you and goes back to talking with whoever is on the other end. some boring football stuff, you suppose.
but god, this is even more agonising than before now; you stupid horny little thing. itâs even worse now, you wanna bounce on his cock so bad. you want him to fuck you so hard oh so desperately, but if you move you know youâre in trouble. he has one hand holding his phone to his ear as he talks and the other twirling pieces of your hair around his finger as he stares off into the serene view of the city. god you hate this, you hate it so much. you hate how sweetly heâs playing with your locks, how the city is so fucking peaceful and boring, and how heâs not doing anything. kaiser is a man who knows how to control all of his stimuli, heâs toying with you, youâre too stupid to realise it. he wants to laugh at you and your pathetic state, but he canât; he has matters to attend to!
your pretty little head is filled with nothing except thoughts of how hard you want him to bang you on this stupid little table. how you want him to just bend you over and fuck the living shit out of you. but heâs still talking. youâre so desperate, poor stupid you, you contemplate moving despite his words. but that wonât end well. but i called you stupid for a reason, you did it anyway! you try to do it as lightly as you can; you really swear! youâd never want to anger your boyfriend on purpose. but itâs on his fucking cock you idiot. you think he canât feel it. he growls in your ear, getting agitated now âlisten you fucking whore, if you canât even wait a few minutes for me to finish talking what does that say about you?â heâs insulting your self control. itâs true youâre so pathetic. but he keeps going to your surprise, having muted his end of the line to give you this scolding. âpull that shit on me again you little bitch and i swear to fucking god i will leave you like this and i wonât touch you ever again. understand?â heâs angry, and you gulp. kaiserâs wrath is not something anyone would ever want to face. but youâre so desperate, you beg, you plead for him to reconsider âp-please- canât wait more- i canât micha i canât i canât i ca-â and god does your sweet begging just make him even harder. pisses him off even more. he has your throat in his tattooed hand now. âi said, do you understand, donât make me ask again, engelchenâ engelchen, what an ironic nickname for what youâre doing right now. âmmmhm- micha-â he slaps you a bit. âuse your words or i might not know what you mean, babyâ heâs such a fucking tease. itâs so hard to speak without moaning, and you know if you get him in trouble heâll be super pissed. thatâs a line you donât wanna cross for sure. âu-understand micha-â and he glares at you. but he releases his grip, picks up his phone and praises you before he unmutes himself again. âgood girl, wait a few more minutes yeah? then iâll give you what you want.â
those few minutes were the most painful minutes of your life. even torture couldnât compare to this. you want him so fucking bad, youâre like a bunny in heat, and he forced you to wait and sit still the entire time. if you so much as moved he shot you a look so cold and mean it could probably kill the average person. youâre used to it; and you hate the fact it turned you on even more. youâre literally foaming at the mouth, bless your poor soul. you donât even realise when your boyfriend finally hangs up the phone until he grips your waist again and takes a swig of his champagne. ready? and youâre so ready, oh youâre so fucking ready, you nod so eagerly - when you hear the glass clink on the table and feel him picking you up off his lap you know whatâs coming.
itâs like heaven when he bends your sweet little ass over the table and fucks you into oblivion. you whined so much, god your moans are music to his ears. the neighbours probably thought there was an early christmas choir with all the slapping and the noises. no; thatâs just you and your boyfriendâs disgustingly crude display of love. kaiser is a rough fucker, and today is no different; well, yes it is. heâs mad at you, heâs so mad, you can tell from the way heâs holding your head down against the table and smashing his fat girth so hard into your little cunt. you might just split open. it wouldnât surprise you. but who cares? this is like heaven.
all of his rage from your stupid, impatient, slutty antics is poured into each thrust. after he was nice enough to let you sit on his lap? âyou fucking slut, you- ah- deserve this so much-â he condescends you as he pounds your little backside. your pussy is aching and his cock is filling you up and hitting the right places so well. he pulls your face up by the hair just enough for you to be able to respond to him. he wants to hear you. âm-michaaa- hard-der- more- micha- âm sorry- love you- love your cock- love you lo-love you-â your cries are so cute. he loves your teary face and your desperate whines. with a final hard thrust he finally finishes inside of you. and just the feeling of his hot cum in your womb is enough to give you an orgasm too. the feeling of him inside you is incredible. youâre kinda like a jigsaw puzzle; you want to laugh at that thought. that would be a really disgusting puzzle.
when he finally pulls out, your saliva from before and his cum drip out of your pussy. thereâs slick rolling down your legs and your hair is all messed up. he doesnât like seeing his essence leak out of you though, so he roughly pushes it back in with two fingers and leans down to peck your forehead. âtoday i was nice, you and me both know that. fix up your act, prinzessinâ and all you can do is nod, you both know nothing will change, youâre a cockdrunk little slut. but you can pretend, youâre both good at that. all you can do is pant as you feel him lift you into his arms and lean into his chest.
tonightâs sleep is gonna hit so different.
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waking up horny in the dead of night with SUGURU GETO as your boyfriend is actual hell sometimes
i just know that this man has the worst attitude when really tired. who can blame him? being a guy as hot as he is cannot be easy.
âgirlââ suguru would grunt and turn back over after shaking him awake for dick. for dick. yeah self-inflicted really. other times he wouldn't say anything at all, just shoot you a nasty look.
but a girl has her needs.
âbaby please?â you try again, perching your chin onto his buff arm. âthe dream was a little too detailed.â a small pout forms on your puckered lips.
âthat isn't my fault,â suguru counters, the soft bass in his voice resounding in your shared bedroom. âyou couldn't have waited until there was light outside?â
you shake your head.
âmust be tough. good night, sweetheart.â
this man. you groan out an exasperated âsuguru!â and curve over his form, staring at him as if he can see you through his closed eyelids.
âno, y/n.â
âiâll top?â
you lied.
you knew damn well you couldn't be bothered to ride him to an orgasm at two in the morning and so did suguru. so when he scoffed and muttered âroll over.â you were grinning victoriously.
âI don't belive you.â suguru hissed, lifting up your hoodie over your hips and feeling up the skin of your ass.
âsorry, suguâ.â you're breathless already when he starts spreading the globes of your ass apart to take a good look at your cunt through low lidded eyes with the sleep and arousal still weighing them down. suguru merely tutted, wrapping a hand around his bobbing cock to push his tip in for the second time tonight.
you tensed as you sunk your head into the pillow in front of you. suguru had a big dick. you knew that much from the time you caught wind of what his attitude was like. nonchalant, quiet confidence, tall, pretty large hands. You'd be surprised if he didn't.
ây/n..if you don't relax. I can't move if you're trying to crush me.â you roll your eyesâso dramatic.
you ease up, but quickly choke on your breath when he slides all the way in, filling you with his thick inches. your pussy flutters at the intrusion, squeezing suguru again. âshiittt baby..â yeahâhe undoubtedly missed that.
and when suguru sees your ass ripple and hips jump forward with every deep thrust, he suddenly thinks that he made a good decision.
but he was still fucking tired.
âmm-mm, don't run from me, sweetheart. you wanted me to give it to you, so take itâtake this dick âfore I take it away.â
âyou're so needy, can't even let a man sleep.â
âpretty girl just can't stop creaminâ all over me, so cute.â
âlisten t'thaat, it's like your pussy's doinâ all the talking. have i made you dumb already, sweetheart?
for someone whoâs so fatigued, he can't seem to shut up at all. mumbling and groaning nastiness all up in your ear like he's drunk on your pussy. suguru thinks he just might be.
he's got a firm grip on your hair and one digging into the fat of your hip, balls thwacking against your sticky cunt. suguru's strokes are mean, every ridge of his cock rubbing against your cushy walls. you're actually drooling, the dizzying mixture of exhaustion and pleasure making you float higher than the pearly gates. Yet with the way your hole squelches when he goes real deep..and his fat tip grinds on that one spot, you're going anywhere but heaven.
You don't even have to say it, suguru knows. suguru knows you're about to cum when he can feel you sporadically squeeze him and when your moans get longer and higher against the pillow you bury yourself into.
âgonna cum already?â he's giggling, the trembles of your ankles and the way your fist tightens not going unnoticed by him. âfuck me back, then. show me how bad you wanna cum on me.â he stops all motion before yawning out loud, a lazy hand reaching his face to cover his mouth. how sexy.
pressing your lips together, you brace your hands out in front of you and swing your ass back on suguru. you were on thin ice right now, and with his snarky attitude, he literally might just leave you high and dry.
your knees are unsteady and shaky but you persevere, looking over your shoulder to see jet black strands hang over his face and shoulders, and amber eyes steeled on where you two connect. his lips are parted slightly as he huffs out a gravelly groan.
âyeah, jusâ like that. fuck me.â suguru praises, words sliding over each other slightly. he picks up the pace again, balls tightening as his head hangs low. he listens to your drawn out moans, sounding more like broken sobs with each stroke he gives you and it makes him dizzy. ââm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum.â he's whining now.
âinside, suguââdon't stop!â you beg as you spasm around him, milking your boyfriend.
suguru huffs out a laugh, a lazy grin stretches on his lips. he loves seeing you needy and mind-fucked like thisâit scratches an itch deep in his soul. âalright. stay still f'me sweetheartâgonna give it to ya how you like.â
a shattered whimper rips from your throat as he pushes his hips all the way forward, and rams himself all the way in so his cock bullies that spot, the one that makes your cunt gush.
âo-ohh, my god! right there..âs right there, âm gonna cuumm..â you wail but he shushes you, the volume of your moans making him wince.
âmake a mess pretty girl,â he grunts before his jaw goes slack and ropes of his sticky load flood your cunt. âfuuuckk..â but he doesn't stopâhe powers through his orgasm and into overstimulation. suguru smiles when your eyes roll back and your limbs go limp, wailling into the satin pillowcase as you cum and cream onto him.
you think you black out for a second with your ears ringing and heart hammering in your chest. knees falling flat, your entire body slumps forward into the mattress as the aftershocks of your orgasm shoot through you like lightning. you could practically feel the beads of sweat sliding down your body underneath your hoodie.
when a warm and wet rag slides against your slit and inner thighs, you glance behind you and see an entirely spent suguru. he's continuously yawning while he pulls your flimsy underwear back up, before tossing the damp towel into the dirty laundry basket.
âthank you suguâ,â a satisfied sigh escapes your lips as he tucks you into his embrace, yet all suguru can do is scoff. you couldn't help but giggle at his annoyance, smiling like a cat who got the cream.
literally.
ânext time, I'll just ignore you and get my well deserved sleep,â he spits, resting his chin atop your head.
totally worth it.
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âneptnszn#i feel like this was very fast paced.
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