#look at his lil pout and puffy cheeks

[narashikari]

Kari simping hours are on :)))

[cocoadropp]

onyankapon fingering your pussy while your face is shoved in his neck, your legs on each side of his hips. Chest to chest. One of his hands on the back of thigh as the other was between your thick thighs, fingers shoved in your tight wet cunt.

Your nails scratch against his waves as you moaned in his diamond studded ear. “So wet baby.” You pouted against his neck, your hips moving in slight circles as his fingers thrusted in and out your pussy slowly, once they go in deep his curls them up and comes back out just as slow.

It’s slow but it was building you up. Your knees squeeze around his hips, “u-ugh ony…” you whine in his ear. “None of that, i’m giving you what you want why you whinin’ ?.” You nod slightly, you move back against his fingers wanting to get fucked deeper…wanting to get fucked fuller.

“want your dick onya. w-want it s’ bad please.” you were so sweet. so cute. Always using your manners in such vulgar times. His hand that was on the back of your thigh moves to his sweats to pull them down so his dick can spring out. “Get it wet mama.” He kisses your cheek and pushes your back down so he can get a veiw of your ass that was in the air.

Your hand goes and grabs his dick, you slap it against your puffy clit, already know slimy pre-cum is connected his tip and your hole together. You bite your lip as you grind against his hard dick, it’s so sticky and dirty. Making dirt ‘plat!’ sounds, ony bites his lips. Letting you take your time because you’re so pretty.

Eyelashes fluttering and glossed lips between white teeth. You finally push his thick tip inside your tight hole that instantly catches on to it. Squeezing him like you weren’t trying to let him go. “go slow baby.” He goes and kisses your neck, wet lips and tongue swirling against your it. You close your eyes and slowly take all of his dick inside you, your puffy clit pressed against his pelvis. “O-ony, oh gosh ony.”

“Shh baby, take that shit.” His hands grabs your waist and right as your body goes limp on his chest, face shoved in his neck and hands gripped behind his hair he moves your hips against his dick, using you as a fleshlight. “Good ass pussy baby, it’s mine huh?” He whispers to you, one hand gripping on your ass and pulling it away as the other grips the back of your neck.

He fucks up into you, grinding into that pussy slowly but harsh. “You listening to me lil girl? this shit mine?” Ony grunts in your ear, pulling you up by your neck to see your pleasure filled face. “Y-yes daddy! you know it’s yours hmph p-please.” You whine in his face, looking so perfect. “You always begging, it’s okay baby.” Your face is pushed back in his neck, where your loud moans are muffled.

“Imma give you this dick just how you like it.”

[lovlidollie]

i would lovelovelove to hear more about crybaby!reader n rafe’s relationship. like how does he calm her down? music? kisses? food?

as for dollie, does he indulge in her girly lil actions sometimes? letting her put makeup on him/letting her put glitter on him, letting her paint his nails, baking w her?

love this so much nonnie, pls let me know if you meant something else !!! cw; ddlg themes for crybaby!reader ^_^

for crybaby, i think the easiest way to calm her down is through words + physical touch. rafe’s aim is to try and get her into subspace mainly so that she doesn’t have to deal with big girl feelings for a while. he knows her tells; she shrinks into herself, her eyes glaze over and aimlessly float around the place. she can’t stop her fingers from gravitating towards her puffy lips, imperceptible whines leaving her when she realises they’re not rafe’s.

he keeps his touch gentle, hands soft against her waist and jaw, and he makes sure to keep eye contact. “does m’girl wanna come out, hm? dad’s lil’ girl? y’know he’ll take care of you. doin’ sooo well f’him aren’t y’baby, yeahhh that’s right! attagirl, there she is.” if the situation allows it, he’s pulling her into his lap, hands under her armpits to pick her up just like a baby. he’d place kisses along her hairline, rubbing her back ever so carefully, like she’s this close to breaking. when her chin start to tremble and her eyes water, rafe coos out, “need ‘em? need daddy’s fingers? gotta tell him, baby, how’s he s’posed t’know otherwise, huh?” she’s nodding furiously, tears sloping down her heated cheeks. she’s trying to be good and patient, trying to wait for her dad to give her what she needs. “open up,” he soothes, thick thumb trailing itself over the flesh of her bottom lip, into the warmth of her mouth. she sinks into his lap, eyes rolling back and tongue wrapping around him immediately. crybaby whimpers, drool sliding down his hand like water. she doesn’t even notice how she’s humping his leg, rubbing so deliciously against rafe’s cock. “shhh— shh ‘s’okay, sweetheart, y’doin’ soooo good. dad’s got’ya.”

— putting her in timeout also works suspiciously well … but that’s smth for another day …

with dollie, i think he scowls n scoffs every time she brings up doing his makeup; he’s got a very toxic sense of masculinity (learned behaviour from ward me thinks). he’s absolutely sick of finding glitter in every single part of the house and he tries to calmly tell her to maybe “tone it down.” her crestfallen face and disappointed pout were enough for him to take back his words though, so now he just deals with top or kelce pointing out the random sparkles on his shirts. i don’t think he’d let her paint his nails outside of just like a manicure and clear top coat, BUT he will paint hers. mainly because wheezie made him do it a lot when she was growing up, so now he’s got abnormally good skills. he’d definitely be the type to seek out the little initial that dollie gets on her ring finger, and if it’s not there he’s forcing her to take a seat so he can put it there himself. another thing he does, is if he sees something that even remotely looks like a makeup product she’d be into, he’s purchasing it immediately. for example, a glittery eyeshadow palette with only shades of pink? the store’s lucky he didn’t buy them out completely.

he does bake with her !! they have little baking dates in their pajamas where they decide on what they wanna make, and then rafe does all the measuring whilst dollie does the mixing. they have some music playing in the background, sometimes a nostalgic movie, and dollie just rambles about her day n what she got up to :3 it’s just so soft and domesticated and UGH. other times dollie doesn’t let him do anything, especially if he’s just come back from work. she makes rafe sit at the island and watch as she twirls around the kitchen creating something from nothing, just for him.

— if she’s been begging for months on end about doing his makeup, rafe would maybe, maybe indulge her on her birthday. just on the one demand that no glitter is involved whatsoever.

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Date Night

Joel Miller x F!Reader

based on this lovely ask. I've added some zest and a lil smut that came out of nowhere cuz why not. Mommy and Daddy are horny when they're alone.

Warnings: unprotected sex, brief breeding kink, car sex, semi-public sex, descriptions of reader's body related to pregnancy

18+ONLY

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Joel’s been waiting for this night for over a year now. It really shouldn’t take this long to get a date night alone again with the wife after giving birth, but lord knows the Miller family girls were inseparable the minute Sarah let out her first cry into the big world. 

You’ve been the ever attentive Momma, and Joel couldn’t have been more ecstatic to have the perfect trifecta.

But oh my god he needs a minute alone with you again. You wanted to be with Sarah 24/7 and vice versa. And since the little bean turned 3, she’s become more clingy than ever possible. 

Not tonight. He’s made the perfect reservation, had Tommy clear his schedule to babysit for weeks now, and even picked up a gorgeous necklace and matching earrings to compliment adults-only night out. The kids (being Sarah and adult-Tommy) can have their own fun. Joel needs his wife tonight.

“And she gets 30 minutes of TV max okay? Then you have to read her—one second Joel—one of her books, she might pick it out herself, please be patient, she’s gonna keep switching it on you but that’s ok, and then—oh don’t forget her blanket is in the dryer so its extra warm—oOH and Tommy—“

“He’s got, honey,” Joel tuts. Tommy has been approved for babysitting duty before. He trusts him (as far as the neighbor can see into the house not being burned down).

You and Joel are standing in the kitchen, ready to sneak out the back door while Sarah is dancing to the little trolls on the television in her own world.

“Okay,” you whisper. Joel holds the door open as you hesitantly look back. “I”m just gonna give her a quick kiss--“

He looks his arm into yours and hoists you back. “No! She won’t let you go. She’ll be fine. C’mon.”

Joel and you tip toe out and round the garden to the front door with giggles, trying not to stumble over the long grass and patchy holes in the yard.

You’re almost to the car parked in the driveway when you hear screaming from inside, followed by the door opening and a midget Sarah running towards you with a red, tear-stricken face as Tommy is shouting “Hey get back here bug!”

“Mama!” She smashes her face into your dress and wraps her arm around your legs. Her little body trembles with sobs.

“Sarah, Mama’s here, it’s okay.” You pout and crouch down and hug her, cooing away her baby tears. 

Joel makes eye contact with Tommy who’s standing at the front door with an apologetic look. He shakes his head: mission failed. But he’s not giving in so easily.

The toddler sniffles and wipes her cheeks with puffy fists. She grabs your hand and leads you back inside the house, and Joel follows behind.

You sit and watch tv with her for a few minutes but she starts to look sleepy. Joel nudges you again, and you slide off the sofa carefully as can be. This time, you don’t even make it to the door before you feel a strong grip tugging at your dress.

Twice more over the next 40 minutes, Sarah comes screaming towards you, refusing to let you go.

Joel’s given up on the reservation and just hopes the two of you can snag a bar spot at this point.

“I’m sorry, she just keep slipping—“

“She’s got so much fat,” Joel grumbles as you plant fat kisses on her head and sway her side to side in your arms, “There’s no way she just ‘slips’. Just hold her down, Tommy!”

Sarah is glued to your leg, crying as you once again try to leave the house with Joel.

“No!nonononoNONONONONO!” She wails, bitty nails digging into your calf.

Joel gives Tommy a look just as Sarah is rubbing her face on your dress. "SARAH,” he shouts with a stern booming voice. His thick finger points down at her authoritatively. She hiccups, startled, and listens:

"Daddy and Mommy are LEAVING. Do you understand me?"

Her lips wobbles, eyes scrunching into a terrible fit before screeching at the top of her lungs in tears and going to hold you tighter. 

Before she reaches you, Tommy scoops her up by the belly and slings her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes at the same time Joel hoists you over his and takes you to the truck. 

Joel has to drag you to the car as you watch Sarah's teary red face and outstretched arm yelling for you dramatically from Tommy's shoulder before he closes the front door on her.

You sit in the passenger seat timidly. Joel angrily slams the door before rounding towards the driver side.

“Finally,” he grumbles, putting his seatbelt on and turning the ignition.

You sniffle a bit, looking at the window solemnly.

“You’re not crying, are ya?” He asks hesitantly.

“No!” You cry.

He grinds his jaw but continues to put the car in reverse. His warm hand pats along your thigh as you wipe the almost tears from your eyes. You refuse to let your makeup get ruined.

“It’s gonna be fine, Christ, Mama.”

You nod and cross your arms, thinking about your baby girl and her sad tears the entire ride.

-

At the restaurant, Joel managed to get a table despite the hostess grumbling about their lateness. He’s pleased, finally having you to himself, no child at the hip to worry about, just the two of you again like it all started.

He sips his wine and admires the view: you really put forth the effort tonight, your hair blown out and beautifully full, makeup neutral yet with a sexy hint of red lipstick, and the earrings and necklace compliment your looks perfectly.

Not to mention the boner he’s getting from seeing you in such a dress as if you were back in your 20s again.

"You look so beautiful," he says quietly with a smile.

"Yup sure do,” you say curtly, sipping your water quickly and then twiddling the button at the time on the phone.

He grunts disapprovingly. “Can you really not just relax—“

"We've never been apart from her this long!"

"Yes we have. When we both work. She goes to daycare. Tommy has baby sat her before."

"Mmmhgmmgmfmdmdddfgfggrrhrhrr but she--"

“She needs to learn to self sooth on her own. She’s FINE.” He reiterates. Joel refuses for this night, this one night in a very very long time, to be about Sarah! “What about us?"

You pause and look up from your anxious state, turning to a worried, perplexed one instead. “What do you mean? We're fine, aren't we?" You ask hesitantly, and he absolutely catches the wobble in your voice.

"Yes…! Oh honey, no I didn’t mean it like that. I mean... well…  I never get to see just you anymore."

Your eyes soften with remorse and heartfelt appreciation. “That's what happened when you have children, Joel."

"I know I know, and I love her to death, but Jesus I love you too! I loved you first and I miss just having you to myself sometimes too. I feel like I’m competing with her over you.”

You nod in agreement. “I’m sorry. I know I get so worked up. If she had a sister, it'd be so much easier on her.”

“How are we supposed to give her a sister if I can't get 5 seconds alone with you?" 

You hide the little grin on your face just as he dips to catch it with a satisfied smirk. “If that were the case, you would have taken me to a hotel tonight. Not dinner.”

Joel contemplates with wide eyes of realization at his mistaker of venue. “We can get this to-go right now. Can get to the holiday inn in 10 minutes, and I’m sure they got a room for the next few hours—“

You kick his shin and laugh. 

He can’t stop smiling with you. You’re finally relaxed now, and just as radiant as the first day he met you. Same when he married you, and every day you were glowing during the pregnancy. The only moment that beat it was when he saw you first hold your newborn in your arms.

“I can’t stop staring at you,” he admits. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You bite the inside of your lip and check your phone again for the time. Butterflies kick up in your stomach and nestle somewhere south that has your your thighs clenching together. Throwing your hand up in the air to signal the waiter: “Can I get a to-go for this? We have somewhere to be, right now.”

-

You couldn’t manage to wait for the drive to the hotel. Forcing Joel to pull over on the side of some empty backroad, crawling into his lap and stripping his jacket just as you grind your panty-clad core into his slacked-bulge. 

“Fuck, oh my god,” he groans, pulling you flush against him and kissing you deeply. Both your hands are busy trying to undo the other’s clothes—his fingers working to unzip your dress, revealing your smooth back, breasts on display for groping. At the same time you nimbly fight each of his buttons to push your palms against his broad chest. Fighting to suck in air between each forceful kiss. Entangled in one another like horny teenagers.

“I miss this,” he hums against your cheek just as you reposition your underwear to the side with one hand, fisting his cock out of his slacks with the other. His hands glide over your ass, patting your cheek once, ruffling the slit in your dress.

“Me too,” you snicker, finally settling his tip at your entrance. “I miss being able to straddle you without a belly,” you add quickly, and he almost laughs were it not for the synchronous moan you both let out as you sink down on his length fully.

Your eyes flutter, but a gentle grasp of your jaw pulls your face just an inch from his. “I want you to watch me,” he groans. “Watch me make love to you.” Your lips hover over his plump ones as you begin to slowly rock up and down along his massive cock. “That’s it, that’s my wife. So good f’me.”

You nod, whimpering softly. Each little hump pushes his tip deeper, nudging your g-spot effortlessly.

“So full,” you whine.

“You take it so good, baby. Always have.” His arms wrap securely around your hips as you grind on one another. He really was made for you. Your walls always fit like a glove around him, just tight enough to make him nearly blow his load each time were it not for an extreme amount of effort to avoid it. Every change to your body since having Sarah has only made his lips and hands hungrier to feel, the new dips and curves, soft plush areas just begging to be grasped by him. He wants it, wants you and so much more.

“Joel,” you warn, keening with little high pitched etches caught in your throat. “M’gonna cum.”

“Me too,” he rasps. “Gonna do it inside. You gonna take it?”

You nod, tears of euphoria welling in your eyes as you whimper.

“Gonna put another baby in ya? Right fuckin’ here, in my truck behind a restaurant? That how you want it? Dirty dirty girl, holy fuck—“

You gasp, your entire boy trembling against him as you cum. He captures your lips before you let out your moan, walls contracting around him until he feels his lower tummy snap. Balls twitching, he grunts into your mouth as he spills his generous seed deep into your womb. It’s so much, so pent up, so drawn out. 

It’s the best mind-clearing cure you’ve ever had. 

You collapse forward on him, slouched and panting against his sweaty neck. Your soft lips connect with his collarbone. He pecks your forehead, brushing the hair from your face.

It’s not comfortable at all, scrunched up here in his car. neither of you are nearly as young as the recent activity suggest, but with his strong arms wrapped lovingly around you, the fog blurring the windows and separating the two of you from the rest of the world, you could stay like this forever.

It’s quiet in Joel’s arm. Just the two of you—

His phone buzzes in his pocket and you fish out the device.

12 missed calls from Tommy.

You sit straight up and hit your head on the roof. “Ow!” 

But there’s no time to hurt, not when Tommy’s last text message isa jumbled mess : ‘45ssfgh5 vi w2434467777$$75%refft+..87’ 

“Oh my God! OhmyGod—OHMYGOD— Joel, we need to go home right fucking now! What if they’re incoherent? What if something crashed into the house? What if it’s a fire? What if someone broke in—!”

He wipes his face with both hands. Truth is, he knew his phone was going off all night, but if you weren’t getting any messages, then it couldn’t have been an emergency. It was best to deliberately ignore whatever Tommy, a grown adult, couldn’t figure out on his own.

“Alright alright. We’ll go—“

“HURRY THE FUCK UP!” You scratch, setting into the passenger seat and reaching to turn the keys for him.

He slaps your hand away offensively before tucking his softened, creamy cock back inside his trousers and speeding back home.

Low and behold, as you nearly trip out of the car towards the house (the very intact, not on fire, not broken into, normal looking house just as you left it,) you stumble into the front door to see Tommy passed out on the couch with a drooling Sarah propped up against his shoulder.

Clutched in her tiny hands is Tommy’s massive phone that is the side of her arm, with Joel’s contact open and a half jumbled message of random letters and numbers still half written before she must have fallen asleep.

You sigh heavily.

Joel comes in right after you and chuckles as you catch your breath. You smack him on the shoulder. 

“Probably shouldn’t wake her,” he whispers to you with a peck to the lips. You pout but obey, not wanting to make a scene right as she’s asleep.

He walks over to his younger brother and flicks his forehead.

“M’up!” He mumbles.

“You’re supposed to put her to bed before you fall asleep.” He scoops his sleepy baby into his arms and carries her off to her room, leaving the door cracked.

Joel escorts Tommy out just as you unlatch your earring. You glance back towards her room, the light from the kitchen illuminating a sliver of the bed, and Sarah has somehow miraculously disappeared.

You’re running out after Joel, who’s opening Tommy’s truck door just as you both see something waddling in the dark and getting into the back seat by herself.

“Sarah!” 

The toddler rubs her sleepy eyes but doesn’t respond, just sits quietly in uncle Tommy’s truck with the lap belt pulled over her seat.

Joel, on the other hand, sees the opportunity to get you alone, loud, and spread out in bed all to himself for the rest of the night. “Yes, take her!" He encourages. Tommy grumbles with his hands on his hips.

You shake your head in disbelief and shove past him. “Sarah no! Mommy's home! Let's cuddle—“

"No." She says plainly. "I go to MeeMee now."

"No! You stay with Mommy!" You cry. 

She shakes her head again more defiantly, but her little voice cracks as just mumbles. “You lef me!”

Your heart is cracking in a million pieces, chest aching so badly as water blurs your vision. “I’m sorry! Please I won't do it ever again!"

"No!"

"You're never watching my child again. Thomas!” you seethe at defenseless Tommy.

 Now you and Sarah are crying and hyperventilating in the driveway at 10pm.

"Daddy made me!" You wail like a baby yourself. sounding almost indistinguishable from Sarah now. Fat tears spill down both of your faces, sagged shoulders twitching with each sniffle. 

You and Sarah both huff and wipe your puffy red eyes. 

Finally, Sarah speaks up with her little sobs subsided: “Daddy go to MeeMee and Mommy and RaRa stay home.”

“Deal. Joel, pack your bags,” you say plainly, straightening up and reaching out for Sarah, who gladly accepts you in her arms. 

As you walk with her on your hip back to the house without another word, Tommy glances back in amusement.

And just like that, Joel was #2 again.

-

Joel fluffs the flat pillow on Tommy’s bed. The two of them sharing the full mattress since the younger brother only just moved into his new apartment, not having picked up any other furniture at the moment except for his tiny ass mattress.

"You think this is real funny don't you,” Joel grumbles. He tugs on the blanket and shifts uncomfortably over to his side, facing away.

Tommy chuckles and wipes his face, trying to clear the soreness from his cheeks after laughing all the way home. “Hell yeah. You wanted that, all of it, remember?"

Joel just grins happily, subconsciously twirling the gold band on his ring finger. He checks his phone one last time, the picture of you and Sarah as an infant in his arms smiling up at him. "Yeah. Yeah I do." 

-

 He’s achy and exhausted when comes back home in the early morning. Tommy had kicked him off the bed in his sleep, so the older brother just walked home for 20 minutes.

 It’s not until he sees you and Sarah curled up on his bed together, her little pjs riled up over her fat belly, fist clutched above her head, and you with your protective hand around her hip, nose buried in her hair, breathing so softly in unison, that he can't imagine anything better. He kisses both your heads before walking back towards door.

There’s a little rustle and patter noise behind him, and Joel stops, almost shouting and jumping up when he turns to see little Sarah standing on his heels looking up to him. She points to the bed with very pouty lips and tired yet steamy eyes. Joel takes her hand and she guides him to the bed.

She clutches the side and hoists herself up with all her might before Joel joins in on his vacant side. Two tubby fingers grip his cheeks and pull him to stare directly into her soul a she says clearly: “Don’t ever take Mama away again. You understan me?" With a fat digit pointed inches from his eyeball.

He swallows and nods fearfully: “Yes ma’am". 

Switching on a dime, his babygirl smiles gently and kisses his scruffy cheek. Her little head settles onto his shoulder just as he tucks her between the two of you, curling around her and nuzzling himself into your hair.

He sighs heavily and feels himself falling asleep, his family finally wrapped up into his arms. 

"Daddy," Sarah says after 12 seconds of silence, rubbing her eyes. “Chocwit pancakes."

Your head jolts up and you hazily grumble, “Ooo pancakes yes please! Can you put chocwit chips in them?" 

You fall back onto the pillow, pulling Sarah back into your arms with a content, lazy smile.

He rolls his eyes and crawls out of bed just as Sarah and you cuddle closer together and fall back asleep.

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[tojisonly1]

1:00 ───⊙─────── 3:59 ⟢ Freak, Doja cat

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

contains ⟢ Full nelson, katroptonphilia(mirror sex), dacryphilia, brief degration(makes fun of you crying), LOTS of praise, breeding, mentions of impregnating, messy sex, daddy nickname, hickies, squirting, you pass out at the end of the end of the:p

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒘/ 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒅!

Toji loves fucking you infront of a mirror while you’re folded in full nelson. His large hands pinned behind your head as he forces your head down to look at his fat, veiny cock thats pumping in and out of your cute, pretty pink cunt.

His beefy arms hooked under your knees, your thighs pressed firmly to your breasts as his eyes are glued to the heavenly sight in the mirror, obsessed with the way his plump balls smack up against your puffy folds, his throbbing member stuffing your sloppy entrance so snugly as if your bodies were two puzzle pieces.

“Fuckkkk, i’m so damn deep in yur tight lil cunt baby.. so warmmm…” He groans in your ear, his swollen tip hitting against your spongy g-spot that makes you see stars as your eyes roll back with salty tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, your jaw slacked with a thin line of saliva spilling out. “Aww, baby, you cryin’ already?” He coos with mock sympathy, mimicking your cute pout he sees in the mirror before chuckling.

“Can you feel that? yeah?” He slurred out, his voice breathless and his face a slight tint of pink as he moves one large hand briefly down with yours in it, gently placing it over the little bulge that’s filled with him. “You’re so full.. so swollen with my cock n’ kids.. gonna be such a good mama, hm? Gonna let daddy get you pregnant?” he hummed in your ear with a few pants.

He snakes his hand down more to thumb at your protruding, puffy nub. Dragging the pad of it around it slow, tight circles. “hmm yeah, you like the sound of that.. me gettin’ you nice n’ round with our child..” His eyes rolling back at the way your overstimulated walls fluttered around him.“D-Damn woman.. you gotta stop squeezin’ me so much… or I might never be able stop breedin’ this pussy..” He laughs weakly in your ear, his little scar curving up as he leaves wet kisses on the side of your neck.

It was all so messy, so much cum and arousal splattering everywhere, dripping down his long shaft and to his heavy balls that were still so full with countless rounds left within them. Your head could barely stay up right, limping to the side from the deep, calculated thrusts in your creamy, sensitive cunt.

The rest of your body was already limp but Toji was keeping you in a strong hold, like he never wanted to let go. Your mind was only filled with thoughts of Toji and continuously mewling his name from your kiss bitten lips like a mantra.

“So perfect.. so beautiful…” He murmured praises against your marked up skin, tracing his tongue over bite marks and hickies he left. Feeling the familiar, thump, thump, thump, against your cervix until another intense orgasm hits you, more clear liquid spluttering out of your abused cunt as your vision eventually went black…

A/N: ⟢ MASTERLIST

[mrkis]

the best man. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark x reader GENRE: smut, fluff WORD COUNT: 6.5k

SYNOPSIS: meeting the one for you at your best friend's wedding wasn't exactly how you imagined this day turning out, neither was fucking him in the bathroom of the venue.

CONTENT WARNINGS: plot with smut, explicit content, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, bathroom sex, riding, big cock mark, marks a lil goofy

You can remember the first day you met Jieun: her soft hair curled in waves down her back, the rosy red tint of her cheeks from the cold weather, how her smile and eyes gleamed when she introduced her twelve-year-old self to you at the playground, dressed in a sage green sweatshirt and some jeans. It was a simple outfit choice, but you couldn’t deny how gorgeous she looked in it.

You can remember the first day you experienced Jieun suffer through heartbreak: her hair thrown up messily with strands falling in front of her face, eyes puffy and wet, lips curled into a frown with a sage green blanket wrapped around her form, shoving her nose in endless of tissues that were scattered in her room, leaving a trail from the door to her bed. It’s crazy, you think, she still looks gorgeous.

You can remember the first day Jieun met ‘the one’: her hair tied back into a sleek ponytail, glittery makeup decorating her eyes and glossy lips, sage green jewellery dangling from her ears and around her neck. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink as she met the eyes of the barista that was taking your coffee orders, mouth shifting into a shy grin as she kept her gaze locked on his, completely mesmerised by his appearance. Her voice was soft, her boldness sizzled into nerves and shyness, but yet again, she still looks gorgeous. 

Today will be another day that you will remember in the future𑁋her wedding day. You’re starstruck by her absolute beauty: her hair is curled in waves down her back just like the day you first met her with some strands framing her face, her makeup is light and gentle, eyes shining with excitement in the reflection of the mirror as she patiently waits for the makeup artist to apply the finishing touches, how her body is adorned in the most beautiful sage green wedding dress you have ever seen.

“Are you going to cry?” Jieun's voice teases you as she meets your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “Because if you start crying, I’ll start crying”

The makeup artist tuts, pointing her brush warningly at you. “No crying”

“I’m not going to cry” You laugh as you gently pat under your eyes, hoping to not feel any moisture. “You just look gorgeous, that’s all”

“Thank you” Jieun smiles softly, giving another quick thanks to the makeup artist who had finished touching up her face. Jieun leans towards the mirror to take a good look at herself, pleased with the results. “My mother wasn’t too happy about me switching out a white wedding for more of a coloured theme”

“It’s your wedding. You do whatever you want” You tell her, taking a quick peek down at your silk cream bridesmaid dress, hands rubbing over the material. “Sage green has always been your colour anyways. I would’ve been surprised if it wasn’t included in your wedding”

Jieun beams at that, “Right? But on top of that, my dad wasn’t happy that we weren't going for a traditional wedding in a church… He’s not exactly thrilled to be invited to his only child greenhouse wedding”

“This wedding is for you and for Johnny, not your parents” You say with a straight face, clearly not impressed with her parents thoughts towards the special day. “If anyone needs to be happy and satisfied, it’s you two”

“Well, I would be even more happy and satisfied if you brought a date𑁋”

“Are you seriously bringing this up again?!”

“It’s my wedding!” Jieun whines, turning around in her chair to face you with a pout. “How could you not bring a date? What happened to the guy you were speaking to on Tinder? I thought things were going well with him”

You scoff, “He was obsessed with talking about himself, was freaking out over the fact that his untrusting roommate had to cat-sit his cats and he refused to eat dessert because it had fruit in it… You know, for a guy called Ten, I rate him a fucking zero𑁋maybe a three because he had nice teeth”

Jieun purses her lips together in deep thought, fingers mindlessly playing with the end of her curls and you watch as the cogs turn inside her head, immediately shaking your head when you see the wide smile creep upon her face as she meets your eyes. 

You know that look all too well. She’s got an idea brewing in her head, or maybe she’s already got something planned for you and you’re ready to disagree with everything that’s about to spill out of her mouth until the door to the room you’re in slides open, revealing Jieun's mother who gasps at the sight of her daughter.

You take this as your cue to leave, wanting the two to be alone to talk and experience this moment together. You mumble to Jieun that you’re going outside for some fresh air before giving a quick greeting to her mother, rubbing her arm gently as you slip past, allowing the door to slide shut behind you.

The exhale you breathe out is deep, heels clicking against the marble flooring of the house as you make your way outside and into the sun, using your hand to cover the bright beams as you stare over at the greenhouse conservatory where some of the guests linger outside while others are already seated. 

You smile when you see a few people you recognise, waving at a few old classmates that Jieun had invited and you go to walk towards them to give them all a proper welcome until your right foot twists beneath you, your heel getting caught on the concrete below you.

A panicked ‘Oh my god!’ yelps from your right as a hand reaches out to curl around your upper arm, tugging you upwards and steadying you before your clumsiness could cause some real damage. You hiss through your teeth at the slight twinge of pain in your ankle, enough to cause a little discomfort but you’re grateful to see nothing was broken when you glanced down, cursing wildly under your breath for wearing heels that you weren’t used to walking around in.

You turn your head to thank your saviour, expecting to see them staring at you while laughing at your mistake but you’re surprised when you see a boy with messy light blue hair staring at you with a startled expression, deep brown doe-eyes wide and round with his mouth agape. 

You’re immediately taken back by his attractive appearance and with him being such an unfamiliar face, you’re intrigued𑁋curious to know who this boy is and who he might be in relation to at the wedding. But before you can even open your mouth to even speak a single word, he’s the one that breaks the silence between you both.

“You almost died”

Your brow raises in amusement. “That’s a little dramatic”

“No, I’m serious. That was a Final Destination moment waiting to happen. Ankle snapped in half, face smashed to the ground, blood everywhere… I had the visions, dude”

“You have an interesting way with words”

The corner of his lips quirk upwards into a smile. “And you have an interesting way of walking”

“Touché” You purse your lips together, looking down at the heels with a soft hum. “I blame the shoes. They’re difficult to walk in”

“I’d offer you to swap but, uh, I don’t think they’d go with the outfit”

“I don’t know…” You tease as your eyes take him in, using this opportunity to really check him out. His white dress shirt is tucked neatly in the waistband of his black trousers, accentuating his pretty little waist. His black blazer is left unbuttoned and the matching coloured tie lays clean and ironed against his chest. You grin, “I think you’d look pretty good in a pair of heels”

He splutters out a genuine laugh, a slight pinkish hue casting over his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck before his hand shoots out in front of you, introducing himself as Mark. You smile as you take his hand in your own and you introduce yourself, and the sound of Mark repeating your name softly is enough to have you weak in the knees.

Mark tells you that he’s close with Johnny and that he’s his best man to which you then fill him in on how you know Jieun and that you’re her bridesmaid. 

He’s smiling so gently at you as you explain your long friendship with Jieun, nodding as he listens to you intently, even adding his own little comments to when he first met Jieun and how well she and Johnny are matched and you immediately agree.

The conversations between you both flow so easily that you’re almost shocked, unable to understand how you can feel so comfortable and click so well with somebody you just met𑁋you more or less wish you had met someone like him on Tinder instead.

“The ceremony is about to start,” Mark announces as he takes a quick glance at his phone that he pulls from his pocket, checking over the time before pocketing it back. He wets his lips as it curls into a grin, offering his arm out to you. “Can I walk you inside? Just in case you, you know, trip over your heels again”

You surprisingly feel a little shy at his offer and you can’t help but grin back as you nod, sliding your arm through his, pressing your hand to his bicep. “Yeah… Just in case”

The ceremony was the most beautiful moment you have ever witnessed.

Having Jieun walk down the white carpet of the greenhouse arm in arm with her father and a beaming smile spread across her lips was enough to set off the first wave of waterworks, subtly patting beneath your eyes as you take in how gorgeous she looked.

The second wave of waterworks came when you saw how happy and in love Jieun looked when she and Johnny whispered their vows, holding each other close as they shared a loving kiss and the guests cheered with boisterous claps and hollers. 

The third, and thankfully final, wave of waterworks happened when you heard Mark say his best-man speech, claiming how in the many years he has known Johnny, he has never seen him this happy and that a permanent smile was on his face all thanks to Jieun and how eternally grateful Mark would be to her for giving his best friend his happiness.  

You weren’t going to cry again, although the food you were all served at dinner tasted like pure bliss and you were so close to getting on your knees and praising the chefs for their hard work and tasteful dishes, but you kept your emotions steady and thanked them as they came across your tables to clear your plates.

“You know, I always knew Jieun would be the first one out of our class to get married” Soojin states as she stares over at Jieun mingling with Johnny’s parents, embracing them tightly with a grin. Soojin smacks her painted red lips together and takes a sip of her wine before nursing the glass in her hand, “She’s always had this aura about her. Meets the perfect guy young, loved up and married in her twenties, ends up living in a fancy home surrounded by a white picket fence with her husband and kids𑁋maybe a dog too. God, I would love to have my life planned out like that”

“Nothing is stopping you” You point out, taking a gulp of your own drink. “How are things going with you and Chan?”

“Do you see a ring on my hand?”

“Not yet” A chuckle leaves your lips, pushing Soojin’s hand out of your face as she teasingly waves it in front of you and she laughs, retracting back to tuck her hair behind her ears. “What about you? Have you been seeing anyone recently?”

“No” You can’t help but sound a little bitter as you give your answer, not particularly in the mood to remember your failed tinder dates and endless hookups that have left you unsatisfied and annoyed. “I’m going to live a miserable single life. Maybe I’ll get a dog to make me feel less lonely”

“The last time we spoke you were seeing Jieun's cousin right? Was it Jaehyun?” His name makes you grimace and Soojin snorts, covering her mouth to conceal the rest of her amusement. “That bad?”

“To be fair, he did warn me that us fucking in his apartment would be risky because of his roommate being there”

“What? Like he never leaves the apartment?”

“No. They share a room. The end of their beds are literally pressed together, toe to toe!” You wail with a frown and Soojin’s unable to control her laughter, almost spitting her wine across the tables as she splutters but you take no notice, shivering at the memory of the beds. “They turned the perfectly capable extra bedroom into a makeshift gym. It was scarring”

“Your dates can’t be all that bad” You almost broke into the story of your recent date with Ten until a soft call of your name grabs your attention, shifting in your chair to see who had called for you and you’re surprised when you see Mark standing behind you with a boyish yet kind grin.

It takes you an embarrassing amount of time to realise that he had asked if the chair beside you is free for him to take and you dumbly nod, giving him your best smile as you expect him to lift the chair and take it to wherever he needs to go, but your brows raise in surprise when he slides the chair out from beneath the table to sit beside you. 

“Johnny and Jieun are talking with his family” He explains to you despite you already knowing and he folds his hands in his lap. “Feeling like a third wheel over there so I hope you don’t mind me joining you?”

“Not at all” You smile. “Your speech was amazing by the way”

“She cried” Soojin joins in almost immediately with a teasing tone and you roll your eyes, nudging her with your shoulder as Mark laughs. “She’s right though, your speech was incredible”

“Thank you” Mark smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks tint a slight pink and you mentally awe at the sight, wanting to reach out and pinch his flustered cheeks but you keep your hands to yourself respectfully, keeping them busy with holding the wine glass in your hand. 

It doesn’t take long for Soojin’s boyfriend, Chan, to join the table and he instantly makes Mark feel even more welcomed and comfortable, indulging with him in all sorts of conversations that has him laughing loudly and unable to keep his body up straight as his shoulder continuously brushes against your own, it makes you feel a little bit flustered when you feel his body warmth radiating to yours. 

You are so touch starved. 

Chan excuses himself to go buy the entire table a drink and Mark tags along, quickly asking you what’s your preferred drink but Chan’s already clamping his hand down on Mark’s shoulder and boasting about how he’s already got the drinks memorised, tugging him towards the bar. 

“He’s cute” Soojin states, watching after the pair with a smirk before she turns her gaze to you. “He’s cute” 

“I’m aware” You nod, chuckling lightly. “I met him earlier, actually. Saved me from tripping over these heels like an idiot”

“Wow… you literally fell for him”

“Funny” You snort, downing the rest of your wine and placing the empty glass on the table before swallowing, patting the corner of your lips with a napkin. You watch him at the bar laughing along with whatever Chan’s talking about and you can’t help but smile at the sight. “Fuck, he is really cute”

“Ask for his number” Soojin smiles. “Or bring him home with you later, keep your bed warm”

“This is a wedding, I’m classy today” You tease.

“I’m far from classy” Soojin scoffs, sending a sultry look over to Chan who meets her eyes from across the room and sends her a wink. “I almost fucked Chan in the bush outside when I saw him dressed in the suit”

You don’t have time to fully comprehend and laugh at her words as the pair are already returning to the table with a tray of drinks, each handing them out to their respective person and you wait for your turn, grinning up at Mark as he takes his seat back beside you with two red wines in hand.

He passes one with a gentle smile, “You cool with red wine?”

You snort, taking the glass between your fingers, “I’m cool”

Mark grins at that, cheeks tinting a slight pink. “Cool”

The drinks start to flow through your system and it doesn’t take long for you to become tipsy and chatty, conversing with the table about different topics and even about the wedding as Jieun and Johnny finally join. Mark seems to be on the same boat as you𑁋tipsy and chatty with a hint of touchiness. 

It doesn’t bother you when you feel him unintentionally lean against you to listen to what Jieun was saying, hanging onto her every word and laughing when Johnny pipes in with a joke or flirty commentary that has Jieun nudging him while blushing. 

You notice during this interaction how much Mark uses his hands when he speaks, explaining various things with his hands flying around or clapping them when someone says something too funny. 

But it's when Mark sighs dramatically at Johnny’s teasing jokes towards him and drops his hands down that catches your full attention, feeling slightly taken back when you feel the heat of Mark’s hand splayed across your thigh, fingers mindlessly tapping against your skin.

He hasn’t noticed𑁋maybe he’s too tipsy to notice what he’s just done and you’re unsure of whether to subtly let him know or leave it be seeming as you wasn’t exactly opposed to him touching you. It feels nice, comforting… and a little hot. 

You bite back any type of response or comment, hiding your grin behind the rim of your wine glass as you take a sip, ignoring Soojin’s lingering eyes on your lap and how she teasingly nudges your side. 

Jieun catches on quickly too, wiggling her eyebrows in your direction before she leans into Johnny’s ear to whisper. You wanted to roll your eyes when Johnny looked back at you.

The attention is finally brought off of the two of you and back onto the conversation topic which makes you let out a sigh, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Mark and he leans in close, his breath fanning across your ear as he whispers.

“You good?” He asks you with concern. “Did you have too much to drink?”

“I’m okay” You tell him, turning to face him with a smile and he immediately smiles back. He goes to say something else but you accidentally shift in your chair, causing his hand to move slightly and Mark’s head shoots down to see his hand on your thigh, choking on a cough.

“Oh shit” His eyes are comically wide as he slowly moves away. “Oh, man, I’m so sorry, I didn’t𑁋”

“It’s okay” You tell him once again and you make a brave move to place your hand on top of his, causing his hand to drop back down onto your thigh and you see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, cheeks dusting a light shade of red as he looks back up at you. You decide to remind him again, “It’s okay”

“You sure?” Mark asks and despite wanting to make sure you were fully okay with what you were doing, he turns his hand around beneath yours, palm against palm, fingers twitching against your own as he was desperate to lace them together, but it was you who took that initiative. 

You interlace your fingers together and hold his hand tightly in your grasp, causing him to shy away from eye contact as he looks down at the table, unable to hide the goofy grin that spreads across his lips as his own grip tightens around your own hand, his thumb grazing across your knuckles comfortingly. 

“I love this song!” Jieun gasps loudly as a familiar song blasts from the speakers, her guests already standing up to dance. She pulls Johnny up with her and looks over at you, “Do you want to dance with us?”

You’d like to, but you also don’t want to let go of Mark’s hand just yet. You feel a little selfish. “You go dance together. I’m going to finish up my wine”

“Okay” Jieun smirks, sending a sly wink your way as she pulls Johnny to the dance floor.

“Mark, Do you want to come dance with us?” Chan asks this time as he stands up from his seat with Soojin on his arm, grinning down at Mark who licks his lips nervously.

“Uh, you go first. I’ll join you guys later” Mark tells him and you don’t miss the way his hand subtly squeezes yours.

“Suit yourself” Chan shrugs as he, Soojin and the majority of the table head to go dance together. You smile as you watch the couples on the dance floor, how happy and in love everyone looks, especially Jieun and Johnny who are holding each other close, whispering sweet little things into each other's ears while sharing a few kisses.

You’re too focussed on the couples and the music to realise Mark is speaking to you, voice hushed due to the volume of the music. You struggle even more to hear him so you lean in close for him to whisper in your ear, shivers running down your neck as you feel his breath fan across your skin as you listen to him shyly if he can have your number. 

You’re not sure why you’re stunned, but you are for a brief moment until you immediately nod your head, watching as he fumbles to grab his phone out of his pocket with his free hand, not wanting to let go of yours that he’s still holding in the other. 

He hands you his phone, unlocked and ready to have your number and you can’t help but smile, typing in your number with your name and jokingly adding a heart to which he chuckles upon first seeing. You’re surprised when he shuts off his phone and puts it back into his pocket, not bothering to get rid of the heart or change it to a completely different emoji. 

It’s silent between you both for a while as you enjoy each other's company, listening to the music, watching others dance and mingle. Usually you’d be the first on the dance floor amongst your friends, letting the music take over your body and feel the base through the speakers but you’re surprisingly content right now sitting beside a cute boy with your hand locked in his. 

“So, why didn’t you want to dance?” You dare to ask Mark, glancing over at him as you take a sip of wine and he looks a little flustered.

“Oh, I, uh… I’m fine right here” He replies, chuckling awkwardly. “Why didn’t you want to dance?”

You smirk, “Because I didn’t want to let go of your hand”

“Jesus” Mark laughs, face reddening up as he shakes his head, tongue coming out to swipe across his bottom lip as he struggles to hide a smile. “You make me feel so nervous, man…”

You quirk a brow, “A good nervous or a bad nervous?”

Mark exhales deeply, meeting your eyes. “A really good nervous”

“Interesting” You state, feeling a little more confident as you lean in close to him, fully pressing your side against his and he laughs, allowing you to do as you please as he squeezes your hand again, the close proximity making him feel a little nervous but hot under the collar.

But he forgets he’s nursing his glass of wine in his free hand as he’s looking at you fully now, biting down on his bottom lip as your face is merely inches from his own and he accidentally loosen his grip on the stem of the glass as your nose brushes his, causing the contents inside to spill over his lap.

He makes a noise of shock and reels back in surprise, letting go of your hand to grab the now half empty glass of wine and stare at the mess he’s created.

He’s obviously embarrassed, sitting in shock and not muttering a single word as he assesses the damage and you’re already gasping loudly, hand flying to your mouth in shock. 

You blurt out multiple apologies, regretting having made a move and occupying his attention which resulted in causing this mess and you quickly reach for a napkin off of the table. You’re patting his lap, hoping to dry his expensive looking pants as you still whisper countless apologies. His pants are black, so no stain will be shown yet you’re still feeling bad and entirely at fault. 

Mark’s silent as he stares at you with wide doe eyes as you pat the napkin around his crotch, body frozen and mouth unbelievably dry as he feels you press against his cock. He’s unable to move, unable to tell you to stop what you’re doing until you begin to wipe and that’s when he reacts, snatching your wrist in his grasp as a choked groan leaves his lips.

“I’m fine” He strains and you pull back almost immediately once you realise how you were touching him. You wanted to apologise again, but you remain quiet due to your own embarrassment and look away from him, unable to meet his eyes although the thought of making him hard just from some mere touching leaves an ache between your legs and you press your thighs together, clearing your throat.

“Do you want another drink or something?” You ask him, quickly glancing at his half empty glass before looking at the bar. “I can get you another”

“No, no it’s okay” Mark coughs, shaking his head. He clears his own throat and shifts in his seat uncomfortably, pulling at his blazer to hide the obvious bulge in his trousers. “I’m… sorry, by the way”

“You don’t need to apologise” You quickly tell him. “It’s my fault for distracting you and causing you to spill your𑁋”

“I wasn’t talking about that” He cuts you off and your face immediately heats up, fully aware of what he’s meaning and you shake your head, wanting to tell him that it’s okay but he’s already continuing. “I don’t… It just happens, you know, and when you touched m𑁋”

“It’s flattering, really” You admit, letting out a slight chuckle. “It’s fine, I promise. I get that it’s totally normal though so don’t worry. It's cute”

It’s silent for a moment until he speaks with a lighthearted tone, “Did you just call me getting hard cute?”

You grimace, “Pretend you didn’t hear that, I don’t know what I’m talking about”

Before you can even begin rambling and make up your excuses, you’re already being cut off as you feel Mark’s hand slide back into your own, fingers interlacing and you bite back a shocked gasp when you feel him pull your intertwined hands to his lap, pressing the back of your hand to the bulge in his pants so casually that it makes your head spin. 

You need him. You want him. The thoughts that run through your mind and needy ache between your legs has you desperate to be touched, to be fucked, all by him. 

“I need to go to the bathroom” You announce, catching on to the disappointed sound Mark makes as he loosens his grip on your hand but you tighten it almost instantly. “Do you want to come with me?”

Mark’s confused now, “To… to the bathroom?”

“Yes”

“Do you…” He’s unsure of how to word his next words. “Do you need help peeing or something?”

“No, I don’t need to pee” You can’t help but laugh and Mark flushes red. You look at him fully this time, eyes dark and tone sultry. “I just really want to go to the bathroom”

“Oh” Mark blinks, brows pulling together as he’s even more confused. But then it all seems to dawn on him as his eyebrows raise up, hidden by the blue locks of hair that's across his forehead, his eyes widened in shock. “Oh”

“So, do you want to come to the bathroom with me?”

Mark nods quickly as his grip tightens on your hand, “Yeah. Absolutely, yeah”

You’re tugging Mark up from his seat the second he gives you the confirmation you’ve needed, weaving through the people on the dance floor and heading towards the bathroom area.

Mark’s hot on your heels, chest pressed against your back with his hand still locked in yours, almost tripping over his own shoes due to the speed you’re walking and him trying to keep up with you, not wanting to stray too far from you. 

You miss the way Johnny and Jieun are watching you both with smirks on their faces, giving each other celebratory fist bumps before Johnny’s arm slithers around her waist to bring her in for a kiss.

You finally reach the bathroom area and Mark lets out a yelp as you walk inside and yank him into a cubicle, slamming and locking the door behind you both as he stumbles and falls back, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet.

“Dang…” Mark mutters as he takes in his surroundings, in awe at the white marble flooring and white walls with painted green vines. “Yo, this is a pretty expensive bathroo𑁋what are you doing?!”

Your fingers are pulling at the buttons on his pants as you simply state, “I’m going to suck you off”

“But… your dress,” Mark frowns as he watches you drop to your knees, your dress wrinkling and losing its pristine condition. 

“You’re worried about my dress? That’s cute” You can’t help but chuckle and once you finally free his cock out of its confinements, you wrap your fingers around the base which causes him to suck through his teeth at the contact. “I don’t care about my dress, Mark. All I care about is making you feel good”

“Okay” Mark slumps against the back of the toilet seat, licking at his lips as he looks down at you with hazy vision. “Do what you want”

The moment he says those words, you’re already taking him in your mouth and a string of curse words leaves his lips, raising his fist to his mouth and biting down on his knuckles to conceal the noises he wants to make. 

His cock feels hot and heavy on your tongue, and you’re taking him down your throat, sucking him and squeezing your hand around the base that you struggle to fit all the way in your mouth. He’s big and it drives you wild, the ache in between your legs becoming almost unbearable but you want to play with him a little longer, to taste him. 

With Mark watching you through lidded eyes, it fuels you to put on a show for him and that’s exactly what you do. You pull back and close your lips around his tip, sucking and using your tongue. He’s panting above you, cursing in his fist, moaning when you take him back deep into your mouth, jerking him off with each twist of your own fist.

“You can touch me” You tell him, a string of spit connecting from your lips to the tip of his cock. “Touch me”

“You’re insane” Mark laughs lightly, his free hand coming down to rest on the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as he pushes you further down on his cock and you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat, but you breathe steadily through your nose, hollowing your cheeks around him. “You’re filthy”

You hum around his cock as you shuffle forwards to sit better between his open legs, the slight sting of his grip on your hair urging you to do better, to give him everything you’ve got. The burn in the back of your throat is pleasurable and you moan, causing his hips to jerk forwards and you take him in deeper. 

“Oh, fuck” Mark moans, pushing your head down. “Fuck, just like that𑁋oh my god”

You pull off of him with a pop, using your hand to jerk him off as you smile sweetly up at him, “You’re noisy”

“What do you expect?” Mark breaths out a laugh, hand coming down from the back of your head to caress your cheek. “I got a pretty girl on her knees in front of me sucking my cock”

Your heart swells in your chest, “Pretty girl?”

“Mhm” Mark nods, biting down on his bottom lip. “The prettiest”

The whine that leaves him when you completely let go of his cock almost makes you take him into your hands again, but you’re desperate for him now𑁋desperate to be filled with him.

Usually you’d scold yourself for allowing such a bare minimum compliment to get you hot and bothered but you didn’t care as it sounded so fucking good coming from him. 

Mark watches you as you tug your panties down your leg and discard them to the side, bunching the hem of your dress up to your waist as you sit yourself down on his lap. One of his hands comes to rest on your hip while the other touches your cheek, bringing you in for a first kiss.

The kiss is soft at first, delicate, and Mark even leans back to take a look at your face with a small smile on his face. He caresses your cheek, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone, nose brushing against yours before he claims your lips again.

This time, it’s more frantic. You’re nipping at his bottom lip, his tongue melts with yours, hands moving to fist the material of your dress, bunching it higher over your hips as your own hand dips between you both to line his cock at your entrance to sink down onto him.

Mark gasps in your mouth as you moan at the feeling of him filling you so deep, your arms winding around his shoulders to keep yourself steady as you leisurely bounce on his lap, Mark’s grip tight on your hips as he thrusts up into you. 

He’s kissing you breathless and you’re too drunk on his lips and cock to pull away for air, lacing your fingers through his blue hair as you fuck yourself down on him, putting all of your energy in riding him and it’s Mark that breaks the kiss to curse loudly with a strangled moan, panting as he stares at you with wild eyes and red lips. 

“You feel good” He groans out as you squeeze around him and you whine softly at his compliment, “Fuck𑁋you feel so good”

“You’re noisy” You repeat from before in a teasing tone even though you’re not quiet yourself, unable to keep your noises at bay as you moan loudly when he matches the rhythm of your hips. 

You like the way he sounds edging closer and closer to euphoria, and you would relish in the sound a little more if you could but you hear the bathroom door open and you hand immediately flies from his hair to clamp down on his mouth, causing him to stare up at you in alarm as someone walks into the cubicle beside yours. 

You’re still lifting yourself and dropping back down on him, and he’s still fucking up into you to keep the pace despite neither of you wanted to get caught. And you’re thankful that whoever is beside you has flushed the toilet the second you let out a cry when he cock hits deep within and Mark’s quick to silence you too, pressing his hand over your own mouth and staring into your eyes. 

You’re both panting behind each other's hands and you can make out the sound of water running from a tap before it shuts off, then the bathroom door opens and creaks shut behind them, leaving you both alone once again.

Yet, neither of you move your hand, still keeping each other silent despite the muffled noises you’re both making. 

You feel yourself tipping closer and closer to your orgasm and you wonder if Mark’s feeling the same, only getting the answer with his eyes rolling back slightly as he groans, finally dropping his hand from your mouth to grab your waist and pull you down onto him.

Letting your hand drop from his mouth to touch his face, Mark finally speaks, “I’m gonna cum”

“Me too” You exhale deeply. “Cum inside me”

“Oh fuck” Mark grunts, craning his neck up to slot his lips over yours, tongue dipping into your mouth and tangling with yours as he cums deep, keeping you moving against him to reach your own peak and you wail as your orgasm hits you, clenching around his length as you rock in his lap.

You’re breathing heavily, pulling away from his lips to try and catch your breath as he leaves messy kisses down the column on your neck, loosening his hands on your hips to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you close to his chest and yours slide around his shoulders, fingers threading through his hair as your body quivers as it goes through its last few seconds of your orgasm. 

It’s silent between you both now as you embrace each other and Mark’s still kissing your neck, rubbing your back comfortingly and you melt into his arms, fully relaxed and content although you should be both cleaning yourself up. 

“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this” Mark mumbles in the crevice of your neck and your brows furrow, slightly leaning back to get a good look at his face and he smiles at how confused you look. “I mean, like, meeting someone and hooking up with them straight away. I don’t usually do that”

“I don’t either” You tell him. “I usually go on a few dates before that”

“Noted, I’ll take you out next time” He says nonchalantly and your heart flutters at that. You wonder if he realises what he just said and if he’s serious on potentially seeing you again, you want to question it a little but you keep quiet when you notice Mark’s attention is brought to the décor of the cubicle. “Dude, this is a really nice bathroom though”

©mrkis

[141wh0re]

Five Senses

Challenge submission: 83. Facesitting.

Pairing: Captain John Price x Civilian!Reader

Warnings: MDNI (18+) - established relationship, swearing, fellatio, face-sitting, cunnilingus, spanking, daddy!price, breeding kink, mentions of breeding.

Summary: silly girl- thinking you can half-ass one of your daddy's requests.

John had always prided himself on being a patient and understanding man.

And he was- except for when his precious girlfriend was knelt before him, choking on his thick cock.

Drool ran down your chin, soaking the soft skin of your breasts, those precious tears rolling down your flushed cheeks while big doe eyes dilated in lust.

God.. how incredible the round globes of your ass looked while perched in the air, sopping wet cunt leaking your arousal along your inner thighs and onto the sheets.

You were a sight for John.

"Fuckin' hell, dove." he cursed, his head tossing back into the pillows of your shared bed, your tongue sliding, gliding over the soft skin of his shaft.

His hips bucked involuntarily when you forced him to the back of your throat, eliciting a rumbly groan from deep within his chest. The lewd sound of you gagging on his thick length mixed with his grunts and low groans.

John's abdomen coiled tight, beads of sweat lined his hairline while he fought valiantly to stave off his building release. He was determined to feast before his release, though. He needed to taste you. To feel your velvety walls clamp on his tongue while he devoured you from the inside out. To hear those beautiful, needy sounds you emit with every stroke of his tongue. To smell the sweet scent of your skin and nectar. To see your body writhe over his face.

John wanted every one of his senses to be wholly consumed by you.

"Doll.." he grunted in his gruff voice, heavily laced with arousal, "better back off."

You pulled off his length, obediently heeding his warning. But he audibly groaned at the sight of you.

Your hair was tousled from his fingers running through it and gripping it, your soft lips were puffy and swollen from your tenacious sucking, and white strings of coagulated spit still bridged your mouth to his aching cock.

He could've nearly come undone then and there.

"Somethin' wrong, sir?" you pouted up at him, feigning innocence, tracing loving circles on the top of his thighs.

John let out a teasing tsk, "Y'know the rules, doll."

"The only place that gets my cum... is that pretty little womb of yours,"

His words went straight to your core and another flood of arousal threatened to spill from your sex.

"But before that can happen.." he trailed off, gazing at you hungrily, "I need a taste of that pretty lil cunt." his lips split into a devilish grin, eyes dark with desire for you.

John's arm wrapped around your waist, guiding you up the bed to kneel over his face.

"Sit on my face, doll. Been cravin' it," he rumbled.

You set your knees on either side of his shoulders, calves tucked comfortably under his frame, and tentatively hover your slit over his lips.

Large hands moved to cup the soft globes of your ass, calloused fingertips gripped and kneaded the soft flesh, earning pleased groans from his throat.

John's hot breaths fanned over your slicked slit, his expert tongue prodded at your folds, and circled at the small bundle of nerves.

Soft, salicious moans fell from your lips and spilled into the confines of the bedroom.

"Said sit not hover." John growled and gave a sharp slap to your ass cheek which effectively reddened the smooth skin and pulled a sharp gasp from you.

John's arms curled around your thighs, and harshly pulled your hips down until your weight rested on his face.

"Daddy's fuckin' starvin'." he growled. Your pussy fluttered in response to his deep, rumbly tenor, and the way the bass of his voice reverberated against your swollen cunt.

Without any hesitation, John pressed his mouth firmly on your pussy. His nose buried deep in you as it nudged your clit, and his skilled tongue circled your entrance before gently prodding it.

And that's where his patience wore out.

As much as he wanted to enjoy his meal, he needed to devour you.

Your hands tightly clutched the headboard while his strong hands guided your hips on his tongue. Your mewls of pleasure grew to a crescendo the longer he toyed between your clit and your tight little hole.

"F-fuck, daddy! Gonna cum," you whined, feeling the tight coil in your abdomen reach its boiling point.

Your face and chest warmed from the ever-growing inferno setting your skin ablaze. Your tight hole fluttered around his tongue, back arched, and head tilted back in pleasure. John held you tight to his mouth, helping you grind yourself on his tongue and finally reach your peak.

You came with a loud cry of his name, as well as his honorific, Daddy.

John groaned in approval as your release flooded his lips, tongue, and beard. He harshly slapped your ass, for the simple fact of hearing his palm connect with your plump globes.

"Good girl. Such a good doll f'me." He murmured against your sopping slit.

"Now Daddy hasta breed that tight little cunt." he growled, biting down on the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs, earning another adorable whimper.

@glitterypirateduck

[dolcezzatoru]

Just seen your sfw & nsfw alphabet for gojo (my current obsession) and I think your grasp of his character is really good. I'm all for he's an all or nothing type. If you break through those walls he's all in. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for how he'd be if his f partner was a virgin and not very used or comfortable with being vulnerable or exposed.

hi angelcake, i wrote a lil bit of a fic instead (sorry) !! if this doesn't answer your question, shoot me another one and i'll write some delicious headcanons instead ♡ thank you for requesting, love ♡

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞?

gojo satoru x virgin f!reader

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,”

satoru nips at your neck, the two of you grinding against one another on the couch. the apartment was cold, and the only light in the room was the low light of the television reflected against you and your boyfriend. it was playing some show you two stopped watching a while ago, the quiet dialogue between two characters on-screen humming behind satoru’s soft pants.

it felt good. satoru was a little needy; his hands running all over your body, pushing his own further into yours to try and be any closer than he was now.

it felt good, you thought. or it was supposed to.

anxiety started to pull you out of what was a moment of ecstasy. you became a little too aware of it all–how his body felt on yours, the way your hands rested effortlessly onto his back, how your hands were clammy, and your lips might be chapped, and your hair might be tangled, and-

“hey now,” 

satoru catches his breath and runs the back of his hand on your cheek.

“you okay?”

his voice was soft, gentle, and concerned. it was safe. he was safe.

“i’m…um-”

your voice trailed off as your eyes darted to anywhere but his face. you settled on looking down into his lap.

“sorry. yeah, i’m fine. sorry about that,” you said.

satoru shuffled a bit more to get a better look at your face. something about the light coming off of the tv made your eyes look more watery than usual. but you had a soft blush on your face, and your lips were pouted and puffy. you looked perfect. 

“we don’t have to go any further if you don’t wanna,”

“it’s okay, satoru, really,”

“have you ever…done this before, love?”

“um, sure–plenty of times,”

your lie must’ve been bad, because satoru saw right through you. he squeezed your hand in his and laughed when he answered. 

“ah, i see, i didn’t realize i was with an expert in the field”

he was joking to make you feel better, but your face definitely got hot. you looked up to see him laughing, not daring to let go of your hand as he searched for what to say next.

“oh, shut up, satoru, i don’t know,” you make a weak attempt at defending yourself, “i’m nervous,”

your honesty makes his gaze soften into yours. he finally lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“we can go however far you want, okay?”

you nod as you feel emotions well up in your eyes.

“good to keep going, baby?”

“yeah, s’okay, satoru,”

he hums in agreement as he kisses you again, slowly working up to the pace you were at before.

it feels good. for real this time. you mean it when you think it, and you think it when you feel it. he feels good.

you stop a bit when satoru’s hand settles on the edge of your shirt, slowly lifting it. you pause as the cool air just touches the exposed skin, and satoru stops.

“is this okay?”

he’s whispering now, slowly speaking in front of your mouth as to not startle you, hurt you, or break you. simply treating you like he loves you.

you think on it for a fraction of a second, suddenly self conscious of anything you’ve ever done or been in your life.

and then you snapped back into it. satoru’s hand on your side, waiting for direction, while the other one was just underneath your jaw, holding onto your neck like he’d be lost at sea without it tethering you to him.

he was close, patient, and accepting. you figured no matter what the direction was next, he’d be okay with it. he’d listen if you were uncomfortable, if you needed to stop, if you felt self conscious; it all mattered to him in ways unexplainable. 

it’s because he did love you. he wasn’t doing these things like he loved you–it’s because already does. a lot, really. an unfathomable amount. it doesn’t matter if you wanted to fuck now or ten years down the line. it would be with you. you’d be together, and the details would just fall into place after that. he was sure of it, and you were just coming around to realizing that now.

“s’okay, satoru,”

he leaned in more to kiss you sweetly, nodding his approval for your consent as he carefully lifted your shirt off. he followed suit shortly after, taking his off with your help in solidarity. 

“god, you’re so beautiful”

this was the second time tonight he’s said that, in addition to the heaps of times the words have fallen out before today. it felt different tonight though. satoru could not be looking at you more when he said it. he said it like he was reciting a prayer–if he didn’t say those words it would kill him.

it made you bashful. you found yourself instinctively covering your exposed torso up and looking away. 

satoru took your wrists in his hand. 

you lean in to kiss him as he stands up to take off his pants, his erection suddenly obvious as his boxers try to contain it. naturally, your eyes point towards it. satoru’s quick to lift your chin to meet his line of sight.

“hey, eyes on me, sweetheart,” he smirks, “you okay?”

you’re at eye-level to his belly button, a soft white line of hair dancing down into his boxers. you hold his waist in your hands, using it to steady yourself as you rise to your feet.

“‘m okay, love, really,”

satoru kneels down to remove your pants and panties, pressing his face to your tummy to be close to you. he peppers a small parade of kisses across your waist as he gently palms your ass in his calloused hand.

he rises up to meet you again, taking your jaw in one of his hands. 

“are you still okay with this?”

his genuine care makes you melt a little, finding yourself clenching your thighs together at his sweet remarks for consent.

“mhm, please satoru, ‘m ready”

he leans in once more, kissing you a little feverishly than before, and holding your entire head in his hands as he pulls you closer to mold your body into his.

“sure, baby, just follow my lead,”

[madamechrissy]

Gettin' freaky in the Bentley limousine

Pairings Ijichi Kiyotaka x F! reader x ???

MDNI-oral (f recieving)- I literally have not even seen a Kiyotaka x reader!? So here it is a lil quickie for all six of us that want one...oh and Gojo is here too hehe.

"He's such a dick, Ijichi... I swear." You say when you're sitting next to your boyfriend, Kiyotaka, exhausted from Satoru Gojo's never ending shit he makes him do.

"He pays me really good though, love."

"I don't care, he's overworking my baby." You say with a pout, Kiyotaka can't stand how pretty you are when you do.

He pulls you gently against him, wrapping an arm around your waist as you sit in the front of the limo he's driving, pressing a kiss on your lips so sweet. You brush your thumbs over his cheeks, pressing under the dark circles of his eyes behind his glasses. He moans softly, the sound making you bite your lip.

"That feels so good, angel." he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut.

"I can make you feel better. How long do we have?" You whisper, running a hand down his tie, pulling him in so that his lips brush against yours again, his hands trembling as he grips your waist.

"In here!?" he looks around nervously, you giggle.

"We can go back in the limo-"

"But Mr. Gojo-"

"He'll be like thirty minutes. Please." You pout now, and he sighs, dark tired eyes dilating when he sees your nipples perked up against your blouse, he really can't deny you anything, but now he wants you to feel good.

"Let me take care of you then, please?" He whispers, hand on your bare thigh now, he lets out a soft little moan when he feels your heat as it slips up higher.

"But you..."

"It's the only way we're doing this." You giggle then, brushing back his inky locks, nodding. Once you two have snuck into the limo, he's laying you on the seat, pressing up your thighs and slipping his fingers under your soppy panties, exhaling, breath against your inner thigh, fogging up his glasses. "So pretty."

"Please, baby." You whine out, and he presses his thumbs against your sticky panties, between your puffy lips, making you gasp, finally pulling them to the side and swiping his tongue up your slit. You cry out, covering your own mouth, you don't know what people can hear walking by as you're waiting for Satoru to get done with his meeting. You feel his fingers pressing deeper as he looks up at you, lapping at your folds. "You're teasing me!"

"I'm just tasting you, love. You're so sweet." You cry out again when he pulls at your lips, flicking his tongue around your clit quicker and quicker, and your cunt is drooling all over his mouth now, his glasses fog so much with his breath you can't see him anymore, but your head is falling back, moans louder as you arch your hips.

"S'good I-" You're cut off then and there, as the door opens, you panic, Kiyotaka is so entranced by your pussy he takes a moment, before he panics as well, and jumps up. But not before Satoru Gojo gets a wide open look at your drooling wet pussy.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Mr. Gojo." He clears his throat, yanking at his tie nervously, but Satoru's blue eyes look at you hungrily as he lowers his shades, sitting casually with spread thighs in the seat across from you all.

"No need, let me watch?" He suggests with a smirk, earning a flush on your boyfriend's hollowed cheeks, and a gasp from you.

"What now?" You demand, he smirks then, running a hand through silky white locks.

"Or... I can join?"

There isn't even an x reader tag for our man. Satoru a freaky lil mf 🤭

[catiuskaa]

my favourite —bf!changbin thoughts.

A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!

(because this changbin feeds my delulu CRAZY, like, fluffy hair and glasses changbin, I repeat, fluffy hear and glasses changbin (2nd pic is me fr))

[implied (insecure) chubby!reader?]

changbin, who smiles at you from the couch when you come back home.

changbin, who softly frowns when, instead of taking your coat and your shoes off, you sort of freeze in the entrance, eyes on the floor but not really there.

changbin, who pauses the show he’s watching and waits a bit before asking. “Bubs, what’s wrong?” His tone of voice is so soft when he coos at you, offering his embrace and a space under the blanket he’s using.

changbin, who doesn't pry when you jump on your place, and you shake your head, now putting your slippers on and hanging your coat and bag, waddling to his arms.

changbin, who leaves a peck on the top of your head as he waits for you to speak. “I was catching up with a friend, and they said that it was weird we were dating if we didn’t have anything in common.”

changbin, who looks visibly confused, but keeps stroking your hair in tender motions, covering both of you under the blanket.

changbin, who takes your hand from your lap and kisses your palm soothingly. “Is this because you’re not sporty like I am?" He tsks. “Bubs.” It comes out like a groan, but his heart feels fuzzy, and he can’t help but smile.

changbin, whose heart melts when you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Well, what if it is? I want to do your favourite things with you.” His insides flutter at your words, filled with so much love that it dissarms him.

changbin, who cups your face and kisses your forehead, then kisses the frustrated tears off your cheeks. “Bubs, you’re so cute.” He mutters, the smile rolling on his voice.

changbin, who shakes his head softly, staring at you with the same admiration artists stare at the moon. “There’s no need for you to go to the gym with me if you don’t want to. I love it when you come with me, but not if you’re not comfortable.”

changbin, who giggles like a fool at your pout, enthralled with you, and laughs even louder when you can’t help but giggle along, childishly slapping his arm in a small fit.

changbin, who lays his forehead against yours, his nose brushing against yours ever so slightly, a comforting touch that runs through your body like a shiver.

changbin, who whispers sweet words at you, his eyes paying attention to your hands that rest on his own as he fidgets with the rings you're wearing.

changbin, who sighs with a big smile, so utterly filled of love that he struggles to believe it. “The best part of you not enjoying the gym means we can spend even more time together.”

changbin, who grins sheepishly at your confusion. “It means we get to find something we both like. Together.” He says as he kisses your cheek lovingly.

changbin, who offers to watch the show he’s been following, as you cuddle further into him, the feeling of frustration wearing off quickly when he passes his arm over your shoulder and lays your legs on his lap.

changbin, who blushes, cheeks puffy, eyes so fucking soft as he whispers in your ear, not turning the show on just yet. “The thing I like the most is not the gym, Bubs. It’s you. Don’t even doubt it for a sec.”

[princessbrunette]

I’m not sure if you’ve ever done this before but during season 1 when jb is going through that whole thing with his dad what’s pups reaction? Also when jb finds his dad and refuses to believe his dad is an asshole, how does pup react to that as well? Sorry if this is too much

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poor pup, you obviously don’t understand to the full extent what’s going on because he tries to keep you out of as much of it as possible but you try and be there for him when he needs it. he knows you need a lot of attention, it’s how you got your ‘puppy’ nickname in the first place — but during this time when he’s constantly jetting off on impromptu missions with the pogues, more than anything he appreciates you being understanding and letting him go with little complaint.

it doesn’t mean you don’t get sad or scared, and this definitely doesn’t mean he doesn’t acknowledge it. before he runs off, he usually remembers to approach you first with an urgent expression — his hands on your cheeks and his eyes wide. “look, i know i’ve been an asshole okay? i haven’t been here and that’s not fair on you. i take full accountability for that and— and you have been amazing. but i really gotta do this, and… i don’t know if i’m gonna be home tonight. there’s this thing up in charleston and—”

“s’okay john b. i understand. go find your dad, ‘kay? wanna meet him.” you smile, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. he melts instantly, pressing his mouth to yours and stroking your cheeks.

“you’re the best, okay? i love you. so much. i’m sorry, yeah? i love you.” he calls as he backs up, running to the twinkie with the rest of the pogues in tow, who were waiting nearby for him to say goodbye. as jj passes, he ruffles your head, sending you back a pleased smile.

“you a good doggy.” he muses in that southern jokey drawl that makes you smile.

when john b is gone for days at a time with a dead phone, he feels terrible. atleast when the police ask you if you’d seen him you don’t have to lie, shaking your head sadly and telling them you don’t know where he is. you keep things clean at the chateau, look after the chickens when he’s gone. there’s points when you’re not sure if he’s ever coming back, but you know he’d never do that to you.

he arrives home one day in the middle of the night, surprised to find you still there loyally— curled up on the couch clutching his sweatshirt. you look all puffy, like you’d been crying — but now, you were peacefully asleep.

“hey, i’m home puppy, daddies home.” he whispers and you’re up in an instant, groggily wrapping your arms around his neck, sniffling.

he loves that you never doubted his father being alive, making you the only person to consistently believe in him. when any of the pogues would doubt him, he’d instantly be reassured by your furrowed brows, a confused expression. because why wouldn’t he be alive? if he left all those clues, and john b said so — it had to be true?

down the line, when you finally meet his father — he’s not all what he was cut out to be. john b was always in charge, always strong— but with big john routledge around, who was always bossing him about and making him do things he didn’t wanna do, he made jb more vulnerable and not in a good way. he also wouldn’t let you come along, stealing you away from your boyfriend because he didn’t fully trust you.

“i mean, c’mon son you really trust that scrappy lil’ girl? she don’t know right from left, she ain’t comin’ alright? end of. she’d only slow you down.” the man speaks, unknown to the fact you were listening in on the conversation with a tearful pout, one room over.

“you watch your mouth about her.” john b gets in his face but the old man old scoffs, moving him aside.

“yeah, yeah. save the drama for your girl. look, you wanna be the kinda man that gets his girlfriend shot because she can’t think for herself in a think-fast situation? or you wanna be the kinda man that brings her a fuck load of gold n’makes her rich. up to you, boy.” he busies himself with readying his backpack— heading to the door.

when john b finds you, looking guilty in his cap and printed shirt, a look you’d usually wanna be all over if you weren’t so upset — he cups your face, realising you must’ve heard everything.

“look, he’s just… stressed about the gold, okay he— he—”

“i don’t like him, john b.” your lip wobbles, petty and upset from his slander. he sighs, displeased.

“i know, okay. i don’t blame you. but… this is my dad, pup. i can’t please everyone. i just need you to be patient.”

“i have been patient.” he sob, and he pulls you into his chest, shocked because he’s never seen you this upset. “i have—”

“i know, hey, i know. i’m so sorry, baby. gonna figure this whole thing out and come home to you, and when i do — i’m cutting him off okay? unless he apologises, he’s not allowed to be around you anymore.” he promises sincerely and you just nod. you look so tired, tired of everything and his heart sinks.

“okay.”

when he arrives to the twinkie, climbing in the passenger seat he’s furious. so furious he can’t say a word as his father pulls the car out the makeshift drive as john b watches you through the window, curling up miserably on the couch like a sad old dog waiting for death.

“i hope you’re happy.” john b spits. his father barely reacts.

“i will be, once i got a fat golden nugget sittin’ in my palm. you’ll thank me for this one day, john b.”

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[blondbrat]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 2 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23 +𝐩𝐭.2 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𐙚 — stoner!matt sturniolo

warnings ; smoking and rolling, f!reader, suggestive content (pt.2 will be the actual smut ) jealous!matt

you were huffing a bratty breath as you sit with chris, matt and nick — all of you slumped over the plushy coach as they make jokes about ur so called ‘inexperience’. it all started when you said it be fun to get a lil high :) and all three of them laughed !! they didn’t mean to be rude they thought u were joking :((

“fuck, you, want weed?” chris laughed in disbelief — making u cross ur arms and a bratty pout to fall on ur lips.

“I’m being serious!” you murmured !! knowing damn well the triplets did weed — especially the way matt always got ‘eager’ when his eyes were softly glossed over. you knew it giddily well !!

ur eyes found his, a smirk curling on his lips as if he could here ur naughty thoughts. “we don’ mean t’be mean ma just-“ matt drawled before nick interrupted him “have you even ever done pot?” he blurted bluntly. earning a protective glare from matt.

”yes!” you threw ur pretty arms up playfully — trying to act all petty but god, their grins were just too contagious !! “M’ dating matt for petes sake!” you babbled. you hadn’t technically ever done weed with him but ur weren’t just some goody two shoes :((

he shot you a surprised grin. chris patting him on the back mockingly as nick chuckled. “you’veh gotta’ point” you rolled ur eyes sweetly as matt scooted to the cushion next to u — of course he didn’t miss the look of amusement chris shot u ! swinging his arm over ur fluffy blanketed shoulder :)

“sooo?” ur beaming eyes darted between the three of them.

“I’m down but, fuck, don’ got none-“ Chris strugged — u could feel Matt’s hand rub irritatingly on your arm :(( he wasn’t loving the look Chris gave his girl !! nick noticed his glare “I do” u smiled sweetly. “damn then fuck let’s go-“ chris started before nick nudged him in the shoulder — Matt cutting him off. “nah she’s only got enough for me and her” he grumbled as he plopped u from fluffy coach — giving ur cheek a ‘shes my girl asshole’ smooch !!

it isn’t long before he has u plopped down on his lap. cuddling in ur silky bed as u scoop out ur lil fake jeweled box — ur special stash !! u had been waiting to do it with him

you can guess mattys surprise when he watches you roll weed into a pink, cherry tinted paper. your manicured fingers perfecting a pretty joint — grinning coyly when you inspect it with cheeky satisfaction. god enough you babble !! but matt couldn’t stop staring. his pants becoming awfully tight as he watches his girl — who always seemed so innocent to him, roll a perfect joint !! “damn, your good at that mama” he murmured. trying to hide his throbbing boner :(( u just looked so hot !! “pft, and your annoying” u giggle playfully. scrunching ur pretty face as u flick his nose. accidentally squirming on his lap !!

he steals the joint from ur grabby hands coyly :(( watching u pout as he brings it to his lips, taking a drag. his digits finding ur plush hips as the smell invades ur pretty senses — u snatched the pink lil thing slyly as u bring it to ur eager lips. you loved the cherry tint !! :) he’s so needy as he tilts ur chin — hot lips carassing urs as he licks the cherry taste from ur sweet lips.

eager drags are exchanged but ur eyes are already glossy and shiny, giggling at the littlest things as u nuzzled into his neck. “fuck mamas, thought ya’ have done this before?” he mocked — finishing off the joint as he gives ur dewy neck drooly kisses. teasing u that ur already so high in the clouds :)) “I have matt!” u giggled uncontrollably !! u kept bouncing ditsily on his lap !! was smt hard poking ur leg??

ur dazed eyes find his — half lidded and god, so hot !! ur brain suddenly remembering how horny he gets after some puffs you did too hehe ur puffy clit beggining to throb !!

”how bout’ we give a little sound show for chris, mm, ma?” his large hands finding ur plump ass :)) !! “let him hear’ whata pretty slut u are, mm?” sloppy smooch’s muffling his words

[zweetdreamzz]

🥂‧˚｡⊹ ˖ DOUBLE TROUBLE .ᐟ | PART TWO .

Souya Kawata, Nahoya Kawata

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warnings .ᐟ ;; ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა Sugar daddy! Nahoya,Time skip! Souya, Time skip Corrupt Toman! Nahoya, cockwarming, groping, a bit of dick riding after the cockwarming, double penetration, oral sex, F & M receiving at the same time and separately, nipple-play, pet names, drunken-sex (Readers perspective), focused more on Souya, a bit of fingering, voyeurism, a bit of exhibtism, praising on Souya's end, orgams denial on Nahoya's end and readers, shoe-riding, a bit of degrading on Nahoya's end, implied chubby! reader, implied bimbo! reader after the first story, F! Reader,M!DNI!!! and not proofread so I'm very sorry for any typos!!! ｡° ૮₍°´ᯅ`°₎ა °｡

Word count ; 2.1K ! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱

Reader is referred as ‘ 𐙚 ‘

It’s been a few weeks since the night of you and Nahoya’s night of passion. He’s been a bit nicer to you! Staying with you at your apartment longer, taking you out for dinner, even cuddling with you?! It’s a surprise you didn’t expect but you do enjoy it.

But the way of how obsessed he became with your bottom was always a bit flustering to say the least, the random gropes on your body, the random slaps on the ass when you bent down to pick something up from the floor always ended up with you bent over the counter with his thick cock breaking into your puffy pussy until you were filled with his cum and you were babbling sweet words of nothing.

As much as you love Nahoya for how he treats you now, you’re still a bit curious about who this ‘Special Someone’ who he mentioned was, so you decided to finally pop the question when he was cockwarming you on your red velvet couch.

“‘H-Hoya? Who did ‘chu mean the first time we had sex?-“

Nahoya glanced up from the TV to glance down at your soft face, grabbing your cheeks and giving them a soft squeeze to make your lips pout out. A smirk on his stupidly perfect face as his voice feels a bit husky, and giddy to hear you finally ask him the question.

“Hm, aren’t you ‘s needy to know, huh, baby? I’ll make sure to bring him along with me tomorrow night, so make sure this needy little body ‘s all ready for us, okay?”

“Okay, Hoya!”

You couldn’t lie the way your puffy cunt gently clenched around his twitching cock, your hips gently grinding down onto his crotch as the tip of his reddened cock hit your sweet spot so perfectly. Your lips pouting out as more soft mewls escaped your glossy, drool ridden lips as the cockwarming slowly guided you to riding his cock until you finally got tired and let Hoya take control, like always!

Finally the day came, you could meet that ‘Special Someone’ Hoya was talking about! You couldn’t lie as you wondered who it was, Hoya told you to dress extra pretty for who was coming with in. You dressed in a skimpy, white tank-top that teasingly showed off your cleavage and didn’t leave much to imagine, a cute white thin thong, and finally the perfect short skirt that would only expose your bottom. You say obediently on your couch on your knees waiting for Hoya to walk through the door,

Then you heard the door click, and then came Hoya with someone behind him who almost looked directly like him?.. He had blue curly hair that looked almost like cotton candy, he had a few bags in his slender long hands almost like Hoya’s that made you think they were twins!

The blue haired guy spoke first with a bit of hesitation as he dropped the bags off at your counter. He had on a letterman jacket with the half side of white demon on the back and a pair of gray sweats that showed off the outline of his pretty dick

“Okay, there’s the bags 'Hoya, why did you want me to come with you again?”

“That right over there! The cutest ‘lil bitch I ever fucked,”

You smiled sweetly towards the blue haired guy, making sure he saw your glossy lips; sweetly waving at him with your manicured hands as your eyes gently fluttered your eyelashes. You soon found out your hunch was right! The guys name ‘Souya’ was the younger twin between the two of them.

You noticed Hoya making a notice with his fingers for you to come over to the both of them, you happily got off your couch and walked over to the two of them. Noticing the wine and food on the counter as your eyes strayed away from Hoya over to his brother, you happily hugged his brother, unknowingly pressing your breasts to his chest as you batted your eyelashes up to him, feeling admired from his grayish-sky blue eyes.

You almost couldn’t form any words as you felt Hoya grab you back from his brother, his arm around your plump waist. His smile turned into a smirk as he placed you back onto the couch, forcing his brother next to you as you glanced over towards his nervous twin.

“I’ll be in the bathroom, you two have fun!”

You almost wanted to squeal in excitement at the thought of being alone with Hoya’s twin, you happily scooted closer towards his twin with an innocent look from your lashes.

“Hi! What’s your name!”

“Souya… What's yours, doll?”

You felt your cunt create a wet spot onto your thin thong. Your manicured nails gently moving over towards the hard-on through Souya’s gray sweatpants.

“𐙚! I’ll just call you Sou, it’s cute isn’t it!”

Souya only nodded politely at the nickname you made for him, he could only nod because his eyes were only focusing on your cleavage from your tank-top, he cleared his throat gently as you noticed a soft blush on his face. You giggled gently before climbing onto his lap.

Souya just froze the moment you climbed onto his lap, you gently dragged your nails across his chest, feeling the lean figure he had as you encouraged him to touch you like he was yours. One of his hands immediately went to your hips, the other went and pulled off your tank-top, exposing your breasts as his shaky fingers gently tugged on one of your nipples, your soft lips turning into an ‘O’ as your hips grinded down onto the bulge through his gray sweatpants, your mewls sounded so pretty that it even got Hoya back out of the bathroom to watch the porngraphic scene before him; his brother tugging at your nipples while you moaned like a whore.

“Aw, ain’t this a pretty sight? My brother playing with my babies breasts~ C’mere, 𐙚.”

You pouted softly as you gently climbed off of Souya’s lap, covering up your breasts with your forearm as you tried to explain yourself, your eyes strayed down to the hard-on Hoya had in the trousers of his suit. You almost wanted to drop down to your knees and show him how sorry you are with your mouth.

“Hm, Sou, go grab the wine for us!”

Souya immediately got up and walked over to your counter grabbing the wine bottle from the bag and holding it in-front of Hoya. Hoya went off to your cabinet and grabbed a few wine glasses for the three of you, pouring some wine for you guys as you sat back down on the couch. Waiting for Hoya to hand you a wine glass as he poured the most for you, something clearly on his mind you didn’t know about?

You got handed your wine glass and happily thanked Hoya as you drank it slowly, a few glasses in and you were already drunk and babbling with a mindless smile on your face. Hoya couldn’t help but smirk as you happily pranced around and your apartment with your breasts out.

“Baby, come here and get down on your knees in-front of Souya.”

You glanced over towards Hoya and happily nodded as you walked over towards Souya, tugging at Souya’s sweatpants as you tried to pull them down to suck his dick.

“Sou~ wanna suck ‘chu off!”

Souya could only sigh quietly as he hid the blush appearing on his face, slowly pulling down his sweatpants for you as he turned into mush the first time he felt your hands hold his hardened dick. Your tired eyes gently batting your lashes up to him as you gently placed a kiss to the tip of his reddened cock threatening to spill more precum, licking at the slit of his head. Finally placing your lips halfway down his cock,Souya gently placed his hands through your hair, running his fingers through it while his voice turned squeaky and whiney.

“D-doing so good for me, such a pretty lil’ mouth… you feel so good…”

You glanced back over at Hoya who had his eyes into hungry slits, his hand palming at the hard-on through his pants as he gently placed his dress-shoes underneath your skirt.

Rubbing the cold, leather fabric onto your thin thong, your throat vibrating around Souya’s cock as your brain was basically turned into mush at this point. Sucking Souya off while Hoya was playing with your pussy with the bottom of his shoe, his hand slipping into his pants as he gently rubbed the tip of his pink head with his thumb. Your moans making Souya’s dick twitch in your warm mouth as your tongue working around the tip of his cock, your hands gently playing with his balls before Souya pulls his dick out of your mouth to cum all over your pretty breasts.

You almost couldn’t hold back a whine when Souya came all over your breasts, warm, white ropes of cum decorating your body as you felt Hoya’s shoe move off your clothed cunt. Hoya pulling you back on the couch. You gently shoved Souya back down to the couch and gently climbed onto his face, Hoya staring at you surprised as you slip off your wet thong and shoved it off to the floor.

Happily grinding your puffy cunt onto Souya’s skilled tongue, your mewls being cut off by the feeling of Hoya’s dick being shoved down your throat, it was a different feeling from Souya’s, Hoya was more thick while Souya had a longer dick with a more kept crotch, and a pretty vein leading down from his tip, while Hoya’s was endorsed in veins and would always make your throat feel tighter than it already was.

Souya brought your attention back down to him, his tongue gently running against your puffy clit as his pretty hands pulled you down to his face more, his nails digging into the soft skin of your thighs as his tongue moved through your gummy walls without hesitation. Following the same pace as you sucked on Hoya’s dick as your thighs gently clenched around his head, riding your high off of his tongue as you came all over his lips, your soft whimpers moaning on Hoya’s dick as you popped it out of your mouth with a loud sigh of exhaustion. Your back arching and your body twitching from Souya’s moving tongue cleaning you up still from your orgasm.

Hoya could only let out a cold chuckle as he was the only one who hadn't come for the entire night, his hand gently running through your hair before he gripped your hair, pulling you up from Souya’s mouth and holding you up by your hips.

Your legs wrapping around Hoya’s waist in response as you feel his thick cock gently grind against your puffy, sensitive cunt, needy moans escaping past your ruined, pink lips as you feel another dick press up against your wet slit, feeling both of their dicks slide in at the same time with a wet pop.

Your mouth gasping quietly as your moans turned into soft, babbles of a drunken dream coming to reality. Hoya’s pace was more rough and fast, Souya’s was more gentle but it still was filled with desire, you could only feel pain mixed with pleasure as Souya’s fingers gently guided to your hard, cold nipples.

His fingers gently pinching them as he slowly pushed is full dick inside of your gummy walls, Hoya was pushing up against your sweet spot once again, your arms wrapped around both of their necks as you whined quietly as a sign of your close second orgasm of the night and with a flash of light you felt warm, ropes of cum shoot into you like a wild animal.

Souya and Hoya slowly pulled their dicks out of your filled cunt, both of them panting heavily, with hoarse voices as Souya gently placed his chin on your shoulder, feeding you sweet nothings with gentle kisses on your neck; while Hoya gently shoved his slender fingers back inside your filled pussy to keep all the cum inside of you, your sweet moans nearly turning them back on if they both weren’t tired from fucking you senseless tonight.

Finally setting you back in your bed in your skirt and your body completely defiled by the two. You almost woke up giddy the next morning, hearing the soft sounds of grease popping as you wrapped your blanket around your squishy body. Seeing Souya in gray pajama pants cooking you breakfast,

“Good morning, 𐙚! ‘Hoya went to buy you some birth control, just wait a few more minutes until the food ‘s done okay?”

You could almost giggle quietly at the new life you were venturing too, and you also got two new boyfriends out of it, aren’t you a lucky girl!

I hope you guys enjoyed my part two!!! I tried to make the story more pretty this time and made a few hashtags for my stories and future masterlist! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi isn’t normally a drinker until he’s dragged out to karaoke with the rest of the team after a win.

warnings: sfw! tipsy nagi / alcohol mention, he’s a pro player, no other warnings just super soft! note: i’ve had this idea in my mind for a bit + i finally got round to writing it <;3

nagi seishiro is tipsy.

it was a rare occasion, he rarely drank never-mind to the extent of it actually having any effects, he thought the hangovers were bothersome and it wasn’t exactly recommended as a pro-athlete. but the team— specifically reo and isagi had roped him into a few celebratory beers with karaoke after their win before he’d text you a few hours later to pick him up early with a wanna come home now, ‘m sleepy :x

but you know he’s had enough when you watch nagi almost trip over his own two feet on his way back from the bathroom with a little “ow”, after denying just that before his looming stature was shuffling down the hallway and his head whips up to blink at you with drowsy, lidded eyes in the hopes you didn’t see.

but you did, and just when his lips part to grumble about it, you laugh—it’s warm and pretty and something that sounds so much like home, that it makes him consider trying to actually fall just so he can hear it again.

nagi makes it three steps into the living room before there’s a puffy cheeked pout on his face and his eyes are on you as he mumbles out a “hey, quit laughing at me.” his cheeks are painted red and his snowy hair is messier than usual but you’ve always thought he looked pretty in the glow from the kitchen. he softens, sighs sleepily and because you love him, you catch yourself sighing too, a content sort of sound.

“are you sleepy, sei?” you giggle, a little amused before you narrow your eyes at the striker as he fiddles around with him phone in his hand — rotating the screen clumsily as he tries to load up his game but the sound of your voice brings his sleepy gaze back to you. he rocks forward with a few slow blinks and another cute pout before he stumbles towards you again, and he really looks like he’s in love.

“mhm, ‘ts such a pain.” nagi drawls, low and a little slurred, the alcohol making his usual lazy tone of voice a little whinier before he stops just before you on the couch, slumping down between your legs to flop on top of you instead of returning to his previous seat next to you with a grumble. you hear his knees hit the hard floor beneath him as his arms wrap around your waist and you notice the slight fogginess that still lays over his lidded gaze when he blinks up at you from your stomach.

you giggle again, shuffling under him and scrunching your nose at his sudden weight “sei, move!” you grumble and he only allows his bottom lip to jut out into a makeshift pout as his arms around you tighten.

“don’t wanna, ‘ts comfier here.” he huffs, eyes dropping and he knows he’s probably going to complain about the ache in his neck tomorrow given the awkward positioning, but right now, he nuzzles into you anyway.

“you’re squishing me!” you add, voice lilting to a tease and nagi sighs, only moving slightly to guide one of your hands to smooth through his hair before he nuzzles into you.

“what a bother, gimme kisses and i’ll get up.” he sighs again and you’re surprised at the sudden straight forward request for affection from your usual lax boyfriend. but he hums when your fingers comb through his hair and you know it’s less because he’s tired and more because he’s home, watching him shoot you one of his more affectionate looks before he places a softer kind of kiss onto your skin through your clothes.

“do you wanna get up and go to bed?” you laugh, craning your head to lean forward and place a kiss to his forehead and nagi yawns before he nods his head and his arms around you seem to squeeze even tighter.

“nah, don’t wanna. wanna stay here a lil longer.” his words are quiet and you smile as he leans forward to place a sloppy kiss to your lips before he rests his chin on your chest.

“pretty thing.“ nagi mumbles a beat later, blinking up at you while his words still slightly slur and you can’t help the snort that leaves your lips when the sudden tender confession leaves his pouty lips. “how much did reo make you drink?” you reply, slightly teasing but you continue to scratch your nails through his messy hair anyway, just to watch him lean into your touch like he always does.

“hey, don’t be mean to me.“ nagi sighs, turning to place a tender kiss to your wrist before his eyes close again, his voice smoother when it sounds once more like he was steadying himself “alcohol ‘s such a pain, i just wanna play video games.“ he groans at the realisation of what’s coming when he wakes up tomorrow, but he hiccups before breathing deep and softening, mumbling this time when he blinks up at you “you gotta carry me to bed now, can’t get up.”

you soften, lean in, press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose and you giggle at the way his eyes close, feeling his fingers squeeze at the dip of your waist when you pull away “no fair, wasn’t done yet.” he breathes, and by the tone of his voice you can tell clarity is slowly getting a grip on him again.

you nod your head, amused and lean in again when he meets you half way with a pout, because nagi taught you that happiness is just as simple as this — him nuzzling into your stomach between slurred words and stolen kisses as your fingers smooth through his hair.

nagi seishiro is tipsy, but he loves you everyday, just the same as always.

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[hopelessromanticwh0re]

Hot to Go!

“It’s Chappell Roan Day!” you nearly screamed at the crack of dawn. You’d been waiting for this day for a month and a half, eager to see your newfound idol. “Cakey, baby, it's 6 a.m.,” Vernon mumbled into your chest, still half-asleep. “But I’m so excited! I can’t believe I’m going to see her!” you say, a little quieter but with the same enthusiasm. “I’m excited too,” he says, lifting his head. “But we need to sleep.” You give him the cutest pout, clearly not wanting to go back to sleep. “If you wanna be the loudest in the crowd, you gotta rest, Cupcake,” Vernon says with a soft chuckle. You let out a scoff but obey, snuggling back into bed. Vernon places a light kiss on your forehead, and soon, you both drift back to sleep.

“We’re going to be late, Babycakes,” Vernon calls from the doorframe. You’ve been getting ready for the past three hours, determined to look your absolute best. You’re currently putting the finishing touches on your makeup. Glitter decorates your eyelids, and a bit on your puffy cheeks—everything has to be perfect. “One sec,” you whine, applying shiny lip gloss to your pillowy lips. You glance at your outfit in the mirror for the hundredth time that evening. You’re wearing a pink mini skirt, a leopard print top with pink detailing, and your signature gold necklace—Vernon’s gift—with “Cupcake” written in cursive. Vernon can’t help but admire how beautifully everything fits you. “My heels!” you exclaim, grabbing your thick leopard print heels from the closet. As you bend down, your mini skirt rides up, revealing your pretty pink panties. Vernon walks over, scoops you up, and places you gently on the bed. “I can do it myself, Bononie,” you protest, handing him the heels. “Can you, though?” he teases with a smirk. You roll your eyes, but he just smiles and gives you a quick peck on the cheek as he helps you with the heels.

5, 6... 5, 6, 7, 8! A loud shriek escapes your lips. “It’s Hot to Go! She’s playing Hot to Go!” you yell with all your might. Vernon smiles at you, watching as you jump up and down, singing along to the song. While Vernon likes Chappell Roan, it’s obvious he doesn’t adore her as much as you do. H - O - T - T - O - G - O Snap and clap and touch your toes Raise your hands, now body roll Dance it out, you’re Hot to Go “H - O - T - T - O - G - O,” you scream the lyrics, moving your arms to form the letters. You glance over your shoulder for a second to see your "npc" boyfriend. Vernon is standing there, smiling back at you. “Baby, you have to do it,” you yell over the music. “Okay, okay,” he laughs, brushing it off. “Do you know the choreo?” you ask with a giggle. “Yes,” Vernon laughs with you. “H - O - T - T - O - G - O,” you sing again with all your might, moving your arms to the choreography. Vernon stands slightly behind you, doing the same. You can take me Hot to Go “Louder! Sing louder!” you yell at him. “H - O - T - T - O - G - O, you can take me Hot to Go!” Vernon’s now singing much louder, making you smile from ear to ear. “I love you, Bononie!” you yell. “I love you too, Cupcake,” he replies with a grin.

Authors note: OMGGG if you’re seeing this, this is my first ever drabble!! I’m so excited to see how people react to it. This post is also the first ever appearance of a lil character of my own, Cupcake!reader who is almost like a golden retriever character that will most likely only be used when I write abt Vernon. But that may change in the future. Anyways thank you sm for reading it and i hope you liked it 🩷🩷

[honestlydarkprincess]

Fuck It Friday!

tagged by the lovely @daffi-990, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @bekkachaos, @wikiangela !!

putting the fuck in fuck it friday with a lil snip from power bottom eddie :3

Eddie loved teasing his boyfriend.

It was one of his favourite activities. A beloved pastime. He loved that he could get Buck so worked up that all he could do was tremble and beg. He loved teasing him with a heavy hand on his thigh when the team was out for drinks, Buck’s intake of breath being music to his ears. It was only a matter of time before Buck would be making their excuses and tugging Eddie out of the bar, rushing him home. He loved that he got to have this now. They were together and he was able to act on all the things he had ever wanted, Buck was down for almost anything.

Tonight though Eddie had something special in mind.

They stumbled into the loft with their hands all over each other, little whines falling from Buck’s lips as he tried to press as closely to Eddie as humanly possible.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Buck chanted, pulling at Eddie’s shirt with one hand while tugging at his belt with the other. His lips were red and puffy, his cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. Eddie just wanted to devour him.

“Patience, baby,” Eddie murmured, getting the door closed and locked behind them. He reached for Buck and pulled him close. “We have all night.”

“I know,” Buck whined, his breath hitching as Eddie pressed kisses down his throat. “I just want you to fuck me. I’ve been waiting all night.”

“Yes, you have, you’ve been such a good boy,” Eddie said softly, grinning when Buck melted at his praise. “But not tonight.”

Buck froze. “W-what do you mean?” He asked, his eyes wide.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” Eddie said, watching Buck with dark eyes as expressions flew across his face. Shock, concern, unhappiness, and finally, a pout.

“Why not? Did…did I do something wrong?” Buck asked, looking at Eddie with a wounded expression.

Eddie softened. “Not at all, baby. You were perfect.”

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