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onlymingyus · 14 hours ago

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Tied to your Body

pairing; kim mingyu x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff (somehow)

warnings; TA!Mingyu, University Student!Reader, Camboy!Mingyu, Professor Joshua Hong (that's a warning), eating/drinking, alcohol, masturbation (m & f), lots of dirty talk, masturbation on stream, pictures taken and sent of dick/pussy, talk of sexual health, aftercare, Dom!Mingyu, sub!reader, Dom/sub dynamics, color system, subspace, dumbification, praise, pet names, degradation, crying, spitting on pussy, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cum eating, some light impact play -- I think that is everything.

w/c; 13.3k and some change

a/n; I love camboy love sick Mingyu. thank you to @junkissed for betareading this for me! a huge thank you to @onlyseokmins for making the instagram graphics for me! i am still writing may's fic and need a bit more time. enjoy this older patreon exclusive.

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Running the back of your pen along your bottom lip, you sigh, finally leaning back from your desk. You had been looking at the same page of your physics textbook for an hour. It felt like your brain was beginning to feel like jello. A familiar ding from your cellphone made you bite down on the end of your pen as you reached for the phone, the corners of your lips pulling up into a slight smirk.

ariespic_46 is live

You tried not to waste your money. It was hard enough to be a college student and to share an apartment instead of living in a dorm but sometimes spoiling yourself was important. It was hard enough trying to balance a part-time job and a full-time course work schedule; you rarely found time to go to parties and the relationship pool was limited.

You had dated during your time at the university but it had been brief and no one had ever kept your attention for longer than a month. Over time, classes became more important and you found other ways to find pleasure, even if it cost you a few extra bucks a month to indulge in.

Opening your laptop, you find yourself entranced by the man on your screen as he smiles, leaning back in his chair. He never showed anything above his nose. You wished you could see his entire face. With as handsome as he was from the nose down, you were drooling over this camboy almost daily.

As ariespic_46 lets out a breath, you find yourself doing the same as you lay on your side on your bed in the dark. He was dressed in some tan dress pants, a white button up that was already unbuttoned down to the top of his abs, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked like a dream. You couldn’t help but look over every detail that you were privy to. He had the cutest freckle on the end of his nose and sharp canines that he bit down into his bottom lip with when he was especially horny, like now.

“Hi pups. I missed you.”

A small squeak slips from your lips when the man finally talks. He was such a tease. He would sometimes just sit there for minutes while the chat went crazy, asking for things, just his biceps flexing as he stretched out his fingers in clear amusement at how needy the chat was.

“Aw, you missed me too, didn’t you? That’s cute.”

The man leans his head back and you try to move your head so you can see more of him but as usual, it's in vain. He had his camera set up for this. He didn’t want his face fully on the screen and while you could respect it, you were still curious.

“It was a long day. You have no idea. I’m all wound up... Having to be this professional in front of others while I think about doing this later. God…” The man grins, his canines on display, as he lifts his hips, undoing his dress pants. “And then the teasing I put up with on a daily fucking basis. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.”

You furrow your brows. He talked about some girl on his streams sometimes. You didn’t mind; no one seemed to. It got him even more excited to think about this girl who teased him during the day. You wondered what it would be like to be her—to be the one on his mind all day and night. The one that made him want to wrap his hand around his thick cock and stroke it until he came so hard. You imagine you are her sometimes; he makes it easy for you to, with how he talks to the stream.

“Wanna put you on your knees in front of me for teasing me like that?"

Watching ariespic_46 closely, your eyes follow as he kicks his pants somewhere off the screen. The man smirked, leaning back in his chair, knowing eyes were on him. He could see the viewer count and it never disappointed him. Your eyes were moving over the bit of his chest that was exposed as his fingers undid the rest of his shirt, leaving him in his dress shirt and briefs as a long, sighing groan slipped from his lips.

“Can’t help but think how pretty you’d look if you were. So fucking pretty every day and acting so innocent like you don’t realize I’m looking at you.”

You sigh, your bottom lip jutting out, as the man talks to the girl through you and the other viewers. You feel a bit of shame as you run your fingers along your stomach and play with the tie of your pajama pants but it’s not enough to stop you.

Glancing at the comments, you can’t help but agree with a few of them, saying they’d never ignore him. You couldn’t imagine ignoring someone like ariespic_46, not on purpose. There was no one who went to your university who came close to looking like him.

When the man wraps his fingers around his cock for the first time, you have to close your eyes to the sound that slips out between his pretty lips. You loved the sounds he made. He never tried to keep them quiet or to himself. He just let them be as erotic as possible and it made you drip around your fingers that were now slowly sliding through your folds.

“Are you being a good girl for me? My pretty little pup? Are you gonna cum for me when I cum tonight?”

Whimpering, you nod even though he can’t see you. You weren’t one who took the time to comment while he touched himself and spoke. You knew he wouldn’t recognize names from chat anyway. He did, however, acknowledge tips and that you did when you let yourself think with your pussy more than your brain.

“Mm, thank you, Nabi.”

Hearing part of your username on ariespic_46’s lips as he moans, pre-cum slipping over his fingers, makes you press your lips together. You hadn’t sent him much—just $30—but for a student, that was more than you should be spending on porn.

Pressing your nose against your arm, you adjust yourself on the bed, watching the man groan louder as he got closer to his climax. You had started to be able to tell when it was going to happen. The way his mouth fell open, the way his groans got more urgent and drawn out, his fingers of his right hand gripping the arm of his chair for dear life as he stroked himself through his climax with his left.

Most nights when you watched his streams, you would end up doing exactly what ariespic_46 wanted and cum soon after he had but other nights, like tonight, you would end up panting as your thighs pressed together out of need. You knew there was always more, even as the man on the screen laughed, stretching his fingers out to show the camera all the cum dripping from him.

"Fuck, that was good. I have to get cleaned up. Bye, baby. See you next time.”

The stream stated it had ended, and you find yourself on your back with your phone in one hand, waiting for what came next. Not only did you tip because it made you feel good to hear even your username on the man’s lips but also for what he would give you. A notification stating you had a direct message from ariespic_46 pop’s up at the top of your screen and you find yourself giggling like a teenager getting a message from a crush.

ariespic_46: have a good night, nabi 🦋 thank you🖤 [picture attached]

Staring at the message for a moment, you bite at your bottom lip before your thumbs move over the keyboard to reply. You knew you didn’t have to, and that he probably didn’t check replies but it felt important to you.

nabi.wings: anytime, thank you for the stream ❣️

Taking a breath, you finally press down on the link for the picture, only to moan at the sight. It was one thing to see his cock and fingers covered in cum on the stream but it was another entirely to see it in a picture like this. Now was when you couldn’t help but let your fingers wander lower. Now you could let yourself let go of any shame you were feeling before and just let yourself pretend for a little while that he had cum this much for just you.

“It’s not fair... How are we supposed to pay attention when they are teaching the class?”

You listen to the sound of Sumin’s voice as she pouts into the sentence, leaning over the desk. While your attention was down on your almost finished homework, hers was on that of Professor Hong and Mingyu standing at the front of the room.

“Y/N…Are you even listening to me?”

Whining Sumin shakes your arm, making you look up at her as you finish the last of your physics work to meet her desperate eyes.

“I was, yeah. I didn’t finish last night. I had…was I distracted?"

"Well, it’s not like they are collecting it right now. You always get good grades in this class anyway.”

Shrugging, you push your work under your book and sigh, glancing to where Sumin had been looking just a moment earlier, only to see Mingyu looking in your direction. He was breathtaking. Sumin was right between your professor and the teacher’s aid. Physics had quickly become one of your favorite classes to attend.

“You know, unlike Professor Hong... Mingyu isn’t married.”

You had lost your train of thought when Mingyu smiled at you, looking away a moment later and going back to his conversation with your professor. It wasn’t until Sumin said something ridiculous that you furrowed your brows and looked at her like she had two heads.

“And? He’s out of my league.”

Sumin laughs and leans against you, looking back up towards the front of the class as Mingyu laughs at something Professor Hong says.

“I’m just saying he looks at you a lot, that’s all. I’m observant and a really good friend. He’s not that much older than us and him being out of your league is bullshit."

Rolling your eyes, you push Sumin with your arm, making her laugh again as she is forced to sit back on her side of the desk when Professor Hong moves to start the class. Now you were forcing yourself to keep your eyes down, which only made you want to steal more glances towards the attractive teacher’s aid, who took up his usual spot on a tall stool in the front corner of the room.

Sure, Mingyu looked at you. He looked at the entire class but even as you peeked in his direction, now his eyes were on you, causing your cheeks to burn and your eyes to once again drop to the page that the professor was talking about. Sumin was just getting in your head.

“Mingyu will come through and collect your work and pass out this week's quiz. As always, my office is open for questions and discussion until 6 p.m., except on Fridays. Before we get started today, any questions?”

Tapping your pencil on the desk, you shake your head along with the mummers from your fellow classmates as you watch Mingyu move out of the corner of your eye. With one arm he holds a folder full of quizzes, and with the other he collects course work, stopping to laugh and smile at various people when they offer up excuses for not having it at all or having half filled sheets.

“Professor Hong’s office is open tonight until 6 p.m., Soonyoung. You can talk to him about it. There’s nothing I can do about it now. If you want tutoring, I can help you set that up.”

The younger man groans, throwing his head back dramatically as Mingyu grins at him, sliding a quiz towards him before moving towards your desk. Stopping in front of Sumin, Mingyu smiles at her, kindly taking her sheet and letting her take the quiz with a flirty thank you.

“Mmhm, good luck. Hi, Y/N. Your work?”

You had been trying to avoid his eyes but when your name slips off of Mingyu’s lips, you can’t help but glance up at him as you push your lips together with a nod. Feeling a kick to your leg from Sumin, you grunt, falling forward, causing Mingyu’s brows to furrow out of concern until you laugh softly and lift your finished work towards his hand.

“There ya go.”

“Perfect, good luck on your quiz.”

You wait for Mingyu to put the paper down on your desk but instead he waits for you to take it from his fingers, making you look him in the eye.

“Thank you…”

Grinning, Mingyu lifts his brow, letting his teeth catch his bottom lip briefly as he lets out a soft breath.

“Anytime.”

Your eyes follow Mingyu for a moment until Sumin’s fingers grip your arm and she leans to squeak into your ear, making you come back to reality.

“If that wasn’t flirting, then I am failing at the game of life.”

Once again tugging your arm from your friend, you try to take a breath, shaking your head as you look down at the quiz in front of you, trying to remember how to read much less how to do anything pertaining to physics in the allotted amount of time remaining for your class period.

“I bombed it. Completely. This is the worst I’ve ever done on a quiz.”

Sumin watches you lean into your hands, the quiz on your lap, as you look at the 45 circled at the top in red ink. Even so, she had to admit that something had gone wrong today. Normally, you have no problems with quizzes, even if the class kicked her ass.

"Okay, yeah, it sucks. You didn’t do well but hey, it’s not the end of the world. Maybe go talk to Professor Hong and see if he will let you retake it. It’s literally the first time you’ve fucked up a quiz.”

Groaning into your hand, your legs bouncing, you reach over to look at your phone to see the time. It was already 5:15 and you remembered how many times they had mentioned Professor Hong’s office in class. It was worth the try.

“Yeah…yeah okay.”

Pushing your quiz into your bag, you get to your feet quickly, pulling on the end of your shirt to make sure you don’t look too disheveled. With a huff, you leave Sumin standing in the commons area as you walk quickly towards where you knew your professor’s office to be. Glancing at the closed door, your brows furrowed, and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you reached up to knock on the door, clearing your throat before trying to sound confident.

“Pro–Professor Hong? It’s Y/N. Are you still in?”

Watching the frosted window for a moment longer, you start to take a step back when the door opens inward. You start to smile when you see a face you weren’t expecting. Mingyu smiles at you before it turns apologetic.

“Y/N? Uh, Professor Hong got a call from home about ten minutes ago and had to leave. I was about to put a sign on his door. Is everything okay?”

Of course. Of course, that would happen on the day when your life felt like it was ending. Your professor would have some sort of family emergency or something and leave his office early. Defeat evident on your face, you just sigh before it turns into an unamused laugh, causing Mingyu to furrow his brows in surprise.

“I–no. I mean…yeah. Sure. It’s fine.”

Mingyu wasn’t a rocket scientist but he was pretty sure that everything wasn't, in fact, fine. Taking a step forward to look down the hall in either direction, he sighs before reaching out to take your arm and pulling you towards him into the office.

"Clearly, it isn’t. You were coming to talk to Professor Hong for a reason. What’s wrong? You look like you’ve been crying.”

With his hand falling from your bicep, you listen to the click of the door behind you before you find the courage to look up at Mingyu as his eyes search your face. He looked legitimately concerned and that confused you. You knew he took his position seriously but this wasn’t his job. Sighing, you reach into your bag and take out your quiz, offering it to a confused Mingyu, who takes the paper into his hands, looking it over as his features soften.

You hadn’t had the chance to look at him closely before. Sure, he had stopped in front of your desk many times and you had to approach him to do things but never like this. He was handsome, even more so than you had realized. His hair had been cut in the past month or so and you remembered almost wanting to mourn the moment he had walked into class with the shorter hair until he smiled and you realized he could pull off any hair style.

“Y/N…ok…I get it, but it’s just a quiz. Professor Hong will let you retake it if you really want to. He lets Soonyoung redo his all the time and he isn’t half as dedicated to the class as you are.”

Trying to force yourself to look anywhere but into Mingyu’s eyes you move them lower over his face to his nose as you speak. Your voice wavering as you try to keep yourself from crying. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him and that you didn’t understand how insignificant a single quiz was but to you it was important.

“I–yeah I know. That’s what I wanted to talk to him about. I don’t want to fuc—mess up my GPA. One quiz could do that, you know what I mean?”

Mingyu watches your brows furrow as you seem to avoid his eyes in place of focusing on his face. He was beginning to wonder if he had something on it. Had something had eaten earlier gotten stuck in his teeth or was something on his nose? Reaching up he taps the end of his nose to check, only drawing your attention to it more directly as he sighs into his words.

“Well, listen…I can just send you home with another quiz. I’ll send Professor Hong a mess –”

Your gasp causes Mingyu’s words to fall silent on his lips as you stare at him in a mixture of horror and surprise. Something about him had felt familiar and up until that moment you hadn’t been sure what it was. The structure of his face was so similar to someone you knew or recognized but then that freckle on the end of his nose, you’d know it anywhere. ariespic_46 had that freckle. It was unique and along with everything else about Mingyu that screamed that he was the same person your heart was in your throat and you felt sick.

“Are you alright? Holy shit you scared me… Did I say something wrong? Why are you looking at me like —”

Your eyes were searching over his face but the moment your eyes met Mingyu’s again your bag fell to the floor leading you down with it. Your hushed apologies caused Mingyu to scoff under his breath. You had never been this nervous around him before, it was almost like you had seen him for the first time.

The thought dawned on Mingyu as he leaned down to help you with your bag picking up your phone seeing the back of it adorned with butterflies. Running his thumb over the pattern he couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side in thought listening to your mutters about how clumsy you were. You had never been clumsy in class before. Maybe you had really seen him for the first time.

“This is cute. Butterflies?” Waiting for you to look at him and your fingers to be on the phone, Mingyu takes his chance to see your reaction as his brow lifts in question, “나비들?”

Tugging your phone free from his grip you swallow hard hearing the word on Mingyu’s lips. You were even more certain now and you were beginning to wonder if you weren’t the only one.

“Yes, I mean….I like them. They’re pretty.”

Smirking a bit, Mingyu lifts his hand to brush over his lips pushing the smirk away as he turns to pick up a blank quiz before offering it to you. Making an appreciative sound, the man nods letting you take the paper from his hand as he sighs, his attitude having shifted almost suddenly into something a bit more dangerous, making you feel like the room was closing in on you. Mingyu watches you back towards the door, your tongue swiping your lips as he leans against the desk, his fingers running over the back of his hand, similar to how you had seen him act on stream when he was thinking about what to do next.

“Leaving?”

Nodding, you reach behind you for the door handle. Finding it takes you two tries without looking to find it. Mingyu’s soft chuckle sends a shiver down your spine but you do your best not to react to it outright; instead, you just smile at him and bow your head before sneaking out and closing the door harder than necessary.

“Oh my god…”

You were whining under your breath as you sped down the hall back towards the commons, where Sumin had waited for you. A smile on her lips until she sees the terrified look on your face, causing her eyes to widen and her hands to find your shaking frame.

“What’s wrong? Did he say no? Are you failing?”

There was no way you could explain this to her so instead, you just shake your head and show her the blank quiz, letting her breathe a breath of relief. With Sumin’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, the girl leads you out of the door towards the chilly outdoors when you feel your cellphone vibrate with a notification.

ariespic_46 says: Special live tonight! You won’t want to miss it. 🦋

It wasn’t a DM but instead a notification to all of his subscribers. Was he calling you out now? Your mouth felt dry but your thighs pressed together as you tried to walk beside Sumin, listening to her talk about her next date.

Mingyu would have never considered that you would have been Nabi but the fact that you were was making him feel a bit feral. Half the reason he even did the streams was because he felt so pent up. The money was nice but being in the job that he held, it was hard to let loose and date, especially when you had your eye on someone in the class you were the TA for.

You were the inspiration for many of his streams, if not all of them lately. He had subtly mentioned how you seemed to be teasing him from afar but seeing that look in your eye today, it was clear to Mingyu that you had no idea. You were the type of girl who didn’t seem to realize when eyes were on her until it was right in her face and if that’s what it took, well, now he had the opportunity.

Sighing, Mingyu leans back in his chair, smirking to himself as the red light signals that he is live. He knew he was ignoring the stream and the chat but he wasn’t really there for them tonight—just one person. He was waiting for a single name to pop up in the ‘watching now.’ Grinning as he sees the user name nabi.wings finally flash up at the bottom of the list, Mingyu bites at his bottom lip and lets out a slow, breathy groan. Now he knew you were watching.

“Good evening, pup.”

You take a breath. Mingyu hadn’t used pups like normal, just a singular pup. Sitting with your legs crisscrossed on your bed, your laptop opened in front of you, and you licked your lips, shifting nervously. He knew you were there. You watch his smile broaden and your stomach flips with how much it affects you now that you know what his entire face looks like. This was completely different. You should turn off the stream, cancel your subscription, and apologize to him as soon as possible… but instead you just let out a soft whimper as Mingyu unbutton’s his shirt.

“Why did you run out on me today? Because you realized?”

The chat was confused but some started to chime in that it must be a roleplay situation and started to play along. Mingyu’s eyes scan the chat for you but he doesn’t expect you to answer. Instead, he just chuckles at some of the responses that make no sense and glances towards his phone at the DMs he has shared with you in the past.

“You have been such a dirty little slut. More of a tease than I had even known. You were making me watch you from the front of the room while you played innocent and yet you were watching me the entire time.”

Your hand moves over your face when you feel warmth radiate down your neck. You felt embarrassed. You had no idea you had teased him even once. It had never been your intention. In your mind, you were so far beneath him that you weren’t even in his line of sight and yet here he was telling you something different.

“Is this what you did last night too, pup? You watched me play with my cock, then showed up and batted your pretty little lashes at me? You made me want to pin you down on that table in front of everyone just because you look so fucking cute."

Mingyu practically growls as he shimmys out of the white button up you had seen him wearing earlier in the day. You watch him lift his hips, his fingers almost angrily undoing his jeans so he can push them down, leaving him in just his briefs.

“You know what made it worse? You showed up later. You were desperate. Of course, not for me, but for something, and I wanted to make it better. I hope I did… I just wanted to see you smile but instead I got something even better, didn’t I, baby?”

Hearing baby on Mingyu’s lips as he palms his cock, twitching and hard under his black briefs, makes you whimper his name under your breath. Sliding your legs apart, you feel your hands tremble as you fight a mental battle with yourself that you quickly lose. The morality of masturbating to your TA talking to you through his camboy stream falls to the wayside as you let your fingers rest between your legs under your pajama pants over your panties.

“Mmm, I did. I got to see you all flustered and panicked because you figured it out and so did I. My smart little pup. Fuck…This feels good but it'd be so much better if it were your mouth. I think about that all the fucking time when I see your lips.”

Starting to look away from the screen as you feel how wet you’ve become through your panties, you stop when Mingyu groans long and slow. You watch as he pushes his briefs down, freeing his obviously painfully hard cock and letting it rest back against his abs.

“If I called you right now, would you let me come over and fuck your little pussy, pup?”

You knew the question was prompted at you once again but the chat was going crazy with yeses and the offer of their numbers, which only caused Mingyu to chuckle. Shaking his head, Mingyu groans, wrapping his thumb and forefinger under his head, gripping himself loosely, feeling the way he was already throbbing with want.

“I want you to know something, baby. Every time I have fucked my hand recently, it’s been while I’ve been thinking about you.”

Shivering at the thought, you bite down at your lip as you finally slide your panties to the side, letting the pads of your fingertips glide between your wet folds. Your eyes follow Mingyu’s hand as he strokes his cock from base to tip a few times, quiet lewd groans slipping from between his perfect lips.

“Each time I’ve come, I’ve pictured it being on different parts of your body. One night I thought about watching it pool in your mouth on your tongue and I came again. I didn't have a single thing left; it was all dry but fuck, it still felt good because I was thinking about you.”

The image of Mingyu cumming twice at the thought of you was enough to cause you to shiver. You had watched him cum multiple times at this point, even unknowingly but putting a face to the image in front of you made your breath quicken. With two fingers knuckle deep inside of yourself, you whimper his name almost as if you beg him for more, only to watch Mingyu lift his hips and groan seemingly in response.

“What I wouldn’t give to feel your pussy around me right now. All I hope is that you are touching yourself for me. Fuck…” You watch Mingyu laugh and lean his head back, a smirk spreading over his lips as he does. “Knowing you’ve been watching and that’s a possibility. Baby? Did you fuck yourself last night to me and then show up today?”

You were embarrassed but not enough to stop what you were doing; instead, it only made you want it more. You just nod in response, pushing your hips down over your fingers, wishing they were longer and thicker like how Mingyu’s looked wrapped around his cock. You could feel your mouth watering, imagining sitting over his lap as he said all the dirty things he was saying now to your face.

“I’m getting close, pup. Look at what you do to me. Oh fuck…”

Eyes trained on Mingyu, you rock your hips against your hand, feeling yourself getting just as close when thick white ropes shoot out to cover his abs and hand. That was a more intense orgasm than you had seen in a long time. There was so much cum that the chat was feral, the amount of tips quickly rising as Mingyu licks his lips, lazily running his hand along his shaft, letting himself soften in his own grip.

Meanwhile, you close your eyes, feeling your own climax overtake you, Mingyu’s name once again slipping from between your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shaking, you fall back against your pillows, carefully sliding your fingers from your sweatpants, before glancing back to the laptop screen to watch Mingyu smile as he comes down from his high.

“I gotta go. Clearly, I have to get cleaned up; I’m a fucking mess. I’ll talk to you soon.”

And with that, the screen went black, leaving you in a quiet room with your racing thoughts. Eyes on your ceiling, your body jerks when your cellphone chimes with the sound of a notification. You weren’t sure what you had expected it to be but seeing a DM from Mingyu on the SVThub app still made you feel anxious.

ariespic_46: did you have fun? [picture attached]

ariespic_46: [picture attached]

The first picture causes you to swallow hard as you look at his still softening cock resting in his palm, cum splattered over what you could see of his abs and his hand. The second picture takes your breath away, making you falter in responding for longer than you intended.

Now if you had any questions or second thoughts about him being ariespic_46, those were thrown out the window as you stared at the half naked selfie you had been graced with.

ariespic_46: are you okay?

nabi.wings: i’m okay. this is just insane…

ariespic_46: ik but if I text you, are you going to freak out?

What kind of question was that? He had your number, yes but he had only sent you texts related to your course. Swallowing hard, you whine and kick your legs at your mattress as if it had offended you as your thumbs move across the screen of your phone.

nabi.wings: no…

ariespic_46: sounds reassuring, but I’ll take it.

A new notification popping up at the top of your screen makes your stomach flip as you see his name and not some username he was hiding behind, just Kim Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu: hey, baby. wait, that’s probably too forward, but maybe not.

You had clearly entered another dimension if Kim Mingyu was texting you things like “hey baby” on a Thursday night. Licking your lips and feeling like they were suddenly too dry, you slide up in bed, trying to keep your wits about you as you clear your throat.

Y/N: honestly, this is so fucking weird at this point. idk what is forward anymore. i feel like i should be apologizing but you did just send me a pic of your dick not 10 mins ago.

Running his palm along the back of his neck, Mingyu grimaces a bit to your message even if he can’t help but laugh at the entire scenario. Surely there was some hilarity to it all, even for you.

Kim Mingyu: you didn’t like it? seemed to like all the ones i had sent before.

Y/N: that was before i knew they were you!

Kim Mingyu: knowing it’s me makes you not like them?

That wasn't what you meant at all. Closing your eyes for a moment, you lean your head back against your headboard, taking in a deep breath and trying to compose yourself.

Y/N: you are who you are…and I’m who I am. isn’t that weird or inappropriate? why the fuck do you have a camboy show to begin with?

Chuckling to himself as he pulls his pajama pants up to his hips, Mingyu reads over your response, trying to imagine what you are doing at that exact moment. He imagines how flustered you might be and how cute you were, flustered, in Joshua’s office earlier that day.

Kim Mingyu: i have the show because it feeds a few of my kinks and helps me unwind. is there a rule that says i can’t have one? i don’t go on there and say my name or current occupation. i’m not a professor, y/n. i’m not your professor.

He had a point. He was just the teacher's aid. He was just out of university himself. That was the entire point. He was interning, learning the ropes from Professor Hong so that one day he could be the professor. Maybe you were looking too deep into this.

Y/N: no, ofc not. you have needs. you should do what you want. 🫣 what sort of kinks is the show feeding you?

Grinning at your text, Mingyu grunts quietly as he lays back on his bed, resting back on his pillows, feeling more relaxed than he had in days.

Kim Mingyu: dirty girl. i didn’t expect you to ask but i like it. i like being watched and praised while i can degrade. the chat, most of them like when i call them dirty dumb sluts. what about you? what is my show feeding you, baby?

Turning on your side, you groan into your pillows at Mingyu’s question. Of course, he was going to turn it back on you. What had you expected?

Y/N: idk, i like watching. it is a good way to end the night after a long day in classes to just watch someone incredibly attractive get off and tell me what to do.

Letting out a breath at your response, Mingyu shifts on his bed, feeling his cock trying to twitch back to life. He had to keep himself in check for now. Licking his lips, Mingyu rolls his neck and takes a moment to plan out his response before finally giving in.

Kim Mingyu: you want me to tell you what to do when you are stressed out, baby girl? (if this is too weird, tell me to shut up but you miss 100% of shots you don’t take or whatever that bullshit is, right?)

Your face was instantly on fire at Mingyu’s response until you read the end, which caused you to laugh. God he was an idiot. How was this the same man writing the beginning of the message and the end?

Y/N: what if I do? you going to keep doing it over a screen? (I like it, you weirdo)

His canines catch his bottom lip, and Mingyu lets out another breath. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to latch on to your seeming burst of confidence.

Kim Mingyu: not if you let me take you out and bring you home tomorrow? I can only assume you live in shared housing. am I right?

He was asking you out or was this just a booty call? Did it really matter? You could feel your thighs burning at the idea of being with him. Swallowing hard, you glance towards your door as you hear your roommates laughing loudly from the shared living room, almost as if on cue for his question.

Y/N: I share an apartment. would probably look odd to bring the TA back to my apartment and my bedroom. my last class is at 3 tomorrow…

Kim Mingyu: then loan me your afternoon and night and I’ll make it worth your time, baby. I won’t lie... I’ve wanted this for a long time.

You had to be insane to be thinking about saying yes but as you type out your response, you find yourself smiling, your feet kicking into your comforter like a teenager accepting her first date.

Y/N: that’s a big claim but sounds like a date.

A date. Mingyu reads your text a few times before smirking, wondering if you had meant to say it like that. Either way, he was enjoying it. You, on the other hand, were wondering if you should pretend you had meant something else or try to unsend the text but seeing his read status, you knew it was too late.

Kim Mingyu: it’s a date. I’ll see you after class. goodnight 🦋

Pursing your lips around your straw, you take a drink of your coffee, furrowing your brows as you lean back in the chair in the common’s area. Your last class let out a bit early so you weren’t expecting Mingyu to pick you up for at least another twenty minutes and Sumin had left you ten minutes ago, muttering something about a guy named Lee Chan.

You were doing some investigations into Kim Mingyu. Before all of this, you had looked at his personal instagram a few times. He was eye candy after all but you had never followed him. You didn’t know him well enough for that. As for ariespic_46, you had never followed his Instagram purely on the principle that you didn’t want anyone to look at your followers and see a camboy’s Instagram.

Looking at the two Instagrams now, you realize how naive you have been. It wasn’t exactly as if Mingyu was hiding it all that well for anyone who really wanted to go digging. His personal Instagram username was gyu.46 and his camboy Instagram was the same as the one he used on SVThub.

There were many times he took photos in the same place and just blurred his face or added a hat before posting them to one account or another. The thing that hit you the hardest was the fact that he used the photo he had sent you the night before as his current Instagram profile picture and you knew the truth behind it. Perhaps to his friends and followers, he would look like he was just taking a shirtless selfie but you knew better.

Groaning to yourself, you hit the button on the side of your phone to turn off the display, putting away the photos that were starting to drive you insane. In place of them, you find yourself staring at the floor in front of you as you finish off the last of your coffee when a set of feet stop in front of you and you hear the amusement in a man’s breath.

“Zoning out?”

Mingyu. That was the first thought in your mind before you even looked up to see him. You had told him you would come out to meet him but either you had missed a text or he had just chosen on his own to come find you. Glancing back down to your phone, you furrow your brows when you don’t see any missed text before looking back up at him, confused.

“I was walking by and saw you here looking at the floor like it was the Mona Lisa. Ready to go?”

Watching you look around like you are afraid you will get caught, Mingyu laughs, reaching for your hand, causing you to gasp in surprise at the action.

“It’s the last day of classes before a three day weekend, baby. You are literally one of the last people in this building. The rest of the students are out finding something fun to do. Let’s do the same thing.”

Your cheeks were burning as you pulled yourself closer to Mingyu to keep your hand and his hidden from anyone who might be looking. You weren’t sure why it really mattered but it was still making you feel self conscious. You were both adults. You could date one another if you wanted to.

“Where are we going?”

When you finally speak, Mingyu grins, glancing down at you before gesturing towards his car parked near the staff parking lot, which causes you to whine.

“I–Y/N…Where did you expect me to be parked? Two blocks down? Hidden from sight? You act like we are committing some sort of crime.”

Mingyu sighs only to laugh when you pout up at him, feeling bad for putting him in a difficult situation. You watch him unlock his car and pull open the passenger side door before he finally lets go of your hand in place of running in over his short locks.

“You are so fucking cute. Just get in… We can talk about where we are going once we are on the road.”

He wanted to kiss you already. You were still pouting a bit and your lips looked so kissable. They looked a bit bitten with the color you had worn today and all Mingyu could imagine was leaving you breathless and your lips swollen from kissing them so much.

Nodding, you take one last look around before dropping your bag into the floorboard and sliding into the passenger seat, only to marvel a bit at how nice the car actually was. You knew what his job was and you knew he couldn’t be getting paid that much but then the thought dawned on you that you saw the amount of tips he was pulling in for his streams and that didn’t cover the money he was probably getting from other avenues.

Sliding behind the wheel with a soft grunt, Mingyu reaches up to pull down his sunglasses from his visor to put them on before glancing over at you with a small cheeky grin. You recognized those too. He had been wearing them in a selfie he had taken on his Instagram; they were Chanel and you could only imagine how much something like that could cost.

“Nice glasses…”

Shrugging, Mingyu backs out of his spot and pulls his car out onto the road, letting his palm rest on the gearshift as his fingers lazily drum a gentle beat onto the stereo display.

“Thank you. They were a gift.”

A gift. Pursing your lips, you glance out the window with a nod, wondering who would be buying him Chanel sunglasses. Mingyu watches as you play with a ring on your index finger, twisting it out of nerves or just lost in thought.

“Do you want to know by who?”

You scoff before even realizing it is coming out of your mouth, causing Mingyu to laugh as he glances over at you once again.

“Wow, jealous? They were a gift from my sister. She works in the fashion industry and sometimes gets things for free. This was one of them. I said I liked them so she told me to keep them.”

Biting your tongue, you feel the heat rising in your face as you glance over to Mingyu, seeing him still smiling at you. He didn’t look mad; he was just amused. You had no reason or excuse to be jealous. You barely knew him, even if it felt like you had known him forever. Watching his shows didn’t mean that you knew the real him.

“Sorry. I really don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

Mingyu shrugs, leaning his head back on the headrest, before offering you another smile. He knew it was going to be awkward at first. There was no way it couldn’t be. It wasn’t like he had made this very easy for you in the first place.

“It’s fine. You can only take what you see at face value and it’s not like I’ve given you probably the best new first impression of me.”

Shaking your head, you turn towards Mingyu, slightly letting out a breath as you really give him a once over. He was handsome—incredibly handsome. You already knew that from your classes but you had never really had the chance to just look at him up close for this long. But now you could tell even more that he and the camboy of your dreams were the same person. From the freckle on the tip of his nose to the curve of his lips.

“But I shouldn’t assume. It’s just… Your car is really nice and your glasses are nice. I’ve seen the tips you make for your shows so I assumed you had a sugar momma or something.”

Mingyu’s smile makes it impossible for you not to smile in return. Your eyes travel over his jaw, up to his lips and to the tips of his canines that you remember obsessing over in his shows. Tightening his grip on the wheel, Mingyu chuckles quietly and shakes his head.

“No, no sugar mommas for me. The subscriptions, tips, and revenue from a couple of sponsorships bought this car and my apartment. I do alright.”

You had to admit that watching him like this, explaining his cam show like a job, was attractive. The idea of sponsorships blew your mind but then, as you thought back on it, there were a few well placed product names in his shows and the same brands were mentioned more than once. He was smart and that was something that made your stomach tighten with desire and anticipation.

“Mm…Where are we going? You never told me.”

Nodding, Mingyu glances back over to you, letting his eyes follow the length of your body turned slightly sideways in your seat to face him before he takes a breath at your thighs.

“Gonna pick up an early dinner and head over to my apartment. Call me selfish but I’d like to be alone with you.”

Your stomach was doing flips. You knew he had said he wanted to take you back to his apartment the night before but in practice, it was daunting. Biting your lip as you look down, you can only nod, muttering out a meek okay in response. Mingyu grins, shaking his head at how shy you get, his hand tightening on the gearshift to keep him from reaching over and tilting your head back up towards him.

“Cute…”

With bags in either hand and his keys hanging on his fingers, Mingyu grins at you as you watch him with a slight smile on your lips. You had watched him struggle to open his door but he had shooed you away, insisting he could handle it. Shaking your head, you follow him, glancing around his apartment as Mingyu stops to drop the bags onto the counter.

“Make yourself at home.”

Letting out a sigh, you lift your brows, feeling a bit overwhelmed with being in his space. It was a nice place—nothing incredibly fancy—but you could tell he was paying a pretty penny for it. Mingyu watches you wander for a moment as he takes the containers out of the bags, turning to take out a couple plates before clearing his throat.

“So I have water, some juice, uh..." Smiling as you turn back towards the kitchen, watching Mingyu turn suddenly domestic as he moves to his fridge, opening it to look at his drink options before he nods and continues his list. “Milk, protein powder, you know if you are into that sort of thing... or beer.”

Resting your arms on the counter, you laugh softly, meeting Mingyu’s eyes as he takes out a beer for himself, waiting for your answer. He smiles as his eyes drop to your lips as your teeth catch your bottom lip for a brief second, only to let it go with a soft sigh.

“Beer is good, though you tempted me with the protein powder.”

Laughing, Mingyu takes out a second beer, popping the cap open before sliding it to you as you glance at the large container of protein powder you had joked about, making him glance in its direction as you do.

“Who needs that much anyway?”

“I–me. People who work out regularly.”

Lifting your brow, you bring your beer to your lips, taking a sip and noticing how Mingyu’s eyes never leave you. Even as you lick your lips clean, his eyes seem to follow the swipe of your tongue over your lips before he picks up his beer to take a longer sip, his shoulders falling as if he is letting himself relax.

“As many gym selfies as you post, you must work out every day, Mingyu.”

You watch Mingyu’s head tilt, the corner of his lips lifting in a smirk as you peak his curiosity.

“You been looking at my Instagram?”

Shaking your head, you pull the stool out from the island to slide onto it as Mingyu works to plate the food. A shit eating look is on his face as you purse your lips, trying to think of how you would handle his question. There really was no reason to lie.

“Both of them, actually. I looked at them today. I didn’t follow them, so don’t get too excited.”

Mingyu bites at his cheek, sliding a plate towards you but it’s obvious that he is amused. He loved the idea of scrolling through his pictures, which made him think of the pictures he knew he had sent you in the past without even knowing it was you.

“That’s okay, babe. You don’t have to follow me. You can see the real thing anytime you want now.”

Your fork lifted midbite, and you stopped to look at Mingyu, feeling your cheeks burning. You knew you should be turned off by such a fuckboy response but you weren't when you had been watching his show for months at this point. Swallowing your saliva, you look at your plate, opting to take a breath before finally eating the food off the fork as Mingyu watches you with a smile on his face.

He was hungry but nothing on his plate was going to fill him up when you were sitting across his kitchen island from him. Even so, Mingyu kept himself in check, taking large bites of chicken and following it with a swig from his beer as you ate much slower, trying to keep your eyes averted from his watchful gaze.

“Are you that nervous around me? After all we’ve been through together already."

Scoffing against the lip of your beer bottle, you finally meet Mingyu’s eyes but you find that might have been a mistake when he smirks at you and you feel your stomach tighten. He was perfect. You had never had anyone look at you the way he did. Yes, he was looking at you like you were a meal but also like you were the only person on the planet, despite knowing there were thousands of girls in his chat daily watching his show begging for him.

“You didn’t know it was me and I wouldn’t call that going through something together. I’ve seen a lot more of you than you have of me, Gyu.”

Mingyu’s lips pick up at one side when you shorten his name. Leaning down to rest his arms on the counter, the man leans across it slightly towards you, glancing over your face, down to your covered breasts and back up to your eyes.

“Gyu? I like that.” Licking his lips, Mingyu tilts his head, gauging his next words, before smiling at you sweetly. “You’re right. You’ve seen my dick plenty of times but I’ve pictured you naked probably twice as many times. Thought about you on my dick, choking on it. You've heard all the shit I’ve said on my shows.”

He wasn’t wrong; you’d listened to his dirty talk and what he had said to the girl he fantasized about that you wished had been you. It was like a cruel turn of fate that it was you at this point. Furrowing your brows at Mingyu’s words, you shift on the stool, trying to fight the urge to push your thighs together as he recounts his dirty thoughts in front of you.

While you thought your movements were subtle, Mingyu’s eyes dropped immediately to your lap as he took a breath, pushing back from the island to stand at his full height. That was something you were still coming to terms with. You knew the man you were watching on the stream was large and you knew that Mingyu was a big man but seeing him in front of you like he was now was enough to take your breath away.

The way you were looking at Mingyu was making him feel even more feral than he had when you were trying to hide how you were rubbing your thighs together. Now he was fighting the urge to pounce on you where you sat.

“What’s the matter, pup? You are squeezing those thighs a lot. Did I say something you liked? Are you still hungry?”

Putting your fork down, you shift once again onto the stool as Mingyu moves around the kitchen to stand beside you, his hand resting on top of the counter. He was intimidating; not in a way that you thought he was a threat, but more in a way that you knew you could lose yourself around him.

Swallowing hard, you lift your head, daring to look into his eyes as Mingyu bites down on his bottom lip, his head tilting as he waits for you to speak up. He wasn’t impatient, at least not yet. This is why he has asked for your afternoon. Afternoons could lead into nights and he had plenty of food and water to keep you sustained.

“I–maybe…”

Lifting his free hand to trail his fingers along your arm, Mingyu watches your lips fall open when he reaches your shoulder.

“Maybe? Are you this shy?”

Mingyu listens to a soft whine slip from between your lips when he takes a step towards you, his hand sliding along the side of your neck. His touch was light but he knew he was crowding your space now. But you weren’t running from him. Instead of turning towards him, you were leaning your head back, your back was arching, and his mouth was starting to water.

“Aw, baby… I remember what you told me last night. You want to be told what to do, don’t you? You don’t want to think, do you?”

Your eyes close at Mingyu’s words, your tongue running over your suddenly very dry lips at the idea of what he was saying to you as you felt his thumb pressing against the junction of your jaw and throat. When you nod, Mingyu groans under his breath, his fingers pressing into the back of your neck and pulling you up slightly as he leans down to brush his lips over yours as he speaks.

“Then just do what I tell you to do today. You don’t have to think about anything. I’ve got you.”

Falling back onto Mingyu’s bed, a breath slips from your lips as you look up at him, his knee resting between your legs. Most of your clothes had been discarded in the process of making it from the kitchen to Mingyu’s bedroom. Where you had been filled with apprehension before, all that was left was desire as the man you had been watching for months grinned down at you in appreciation of what he was seeing.

“Even better than I could have imagined. Fuck…I hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow, pup.”

You laugh quietly, not answering the question outright, as Mingyu leans down to press his lips to the top of your breast as his hand snakes behind your back to unclasp your bra. Feeling the garment give way, you lift your body slightly, letting him help you shimmy out of it, earning you another deep growl from his chest as he sees your breasts fully.

“Please…”

Your soft pleads were like an injection straight into Mingyu’s veins, causing him to get a renewed sense of purpose and energy. He had a feeling that he could feel spent, having fucked you multiple times, but if you said please to him like you just had, he would be hard in no time and have you pinned back on his bed.

“Please what? Do you even know?”

When you shake your head, Mingyu laughs into a groan. You were already so far gone and he had barely touched you. You were perfect. Sliding his hands along your sides, he works his fingers into the elastic of your pants, rocking them along your hips before tugging them down your legs so that you would be naked on his bed, just like he had pictured so many times before.

Taking a step back, Mingyu runs his hand over his mouth at the image in front of him. He was still fully clothed and perhaps that’s what made this even better. He could feel his cock pressing hard against his jeans, twitching every time you squirmed on the bed, begging for him to come back to you.

“I will, baby. Be patient. Shh, let me just—fuck. Let me look at you. I wanna remember this.”

Fingers scratching at the comforter under you and pulling it into your palms, you whimper as you feel your arousal begin to run from between your folds from just the desire to be touched. You didn’t want to wait but you also didn’t want to do anything Mingyu didn’t want you to do. It was almost embarrassing if you let yourself think about it how quickly you let yourself give into the idea of being his.

Shedding his shirt and jeans, Mingyu kicks the clothes from his path before doing the same with his briefs, only to stop short of his bed when he seems to come back to his senses. No matter how much he wanted you, he still had to be sure how he was going about this. He may want to lose himself in the moment but you were too important.

“Baby…Open your eyes. Hey, look at me. I have to ask you a question.”

Pouting, you force your eyes open and look at Mingyu as he leans on the bed with one knee. Leaning into his hand as he brushes his fingers over your hair, you look into Mingyu’s eyes as he searches your face to make sure you are paying attention before he smiles and nods.

“Are you on birth control?” Watching you nod, Mingyu nods along with you before following it up with his second question. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

That one makes you furrow your brows; you didn’t want to think about it, but Mingyu’s hand on your cheek, keeping your attention on his face, helps you focus as he tilts his head. A small sound of question from his mouth when you pause causes you to blink a few times as you consider it but then you think about his cum in all of his selfies and shake your head.

“No? You want me to come inside of you?”

“Please?”

“Fuck” is all Mingyu can think as his cock twitches, leaking onto his bedding when you basically beg him to cum inside of you. It was what he had wanted but he would have done whatever you wanted. Lowering his head, Mingyu smiles and nods, taking a breath to calm himself. You nudge your cheek into his hand, making Mingyu lift his head and look at you again.

“Okay. I just had to check. I know I said I'd do whatever to you, but if you ever want me to stop, just say red, okay? Think of a stop light, got it? I’ll listen to you.”

You nod and Mingyu feels like he is going to melt at how cute and perfect you look. He wanted to fuck you but he also wanted to keep you forever. He wanted to keep you in this bed and in his life. Shaking his head, Mingyu laughs to push the thought to the side for now as he leans to press his lips to yours, giving you a firm but sweet kiss that seems to help relax your mind right back to where it had been before he made you focus.

Groaning against your lips, Mingyu pulls back to look down at you as you slowly open your eyes, blinking up at him in anticipation. He wanted to ruin you for anyone else. Shaking his head, Mingyu pushes back on the bed, leaning on one arm so he can trail his hand along the length of your side as he just admires your body in full.

He could see you were rubbing your thighs together and it was driving him crazy. He had to see how wet you really were for him. Mingyu could hear the soft moans in your throat every time your hips lifted and your thighs pressed together so when he forced one of your legs to the side, all he could do was scoff.

“You’re making a mess of my bed, pup.”

The words make you whine, your neck and face heating up with embarrassment. Mingyu just grins, running his thumb along your slit and lightly feeling you jerk under his touch as you start to apologize.

“Why are you apologizing? I don’t want that… you’re beautiful. I can change my bed but this is a treat. Just watching you drip for me.”

You wanted him to do more than just watch. You needed more than just his light touch. You wanted all he had promised but your brain felt fuzzy and you were in no position, nor did you want to be, to tell him what to do as Mingyu smiled at you.

“Shit…Just look at you. All of this for me?”

It was phrased like a question but Mingyu knew you weren’t going to answer as he ran his index finger between your folds, collecting a bit of your arousal on his finger. He looks back into your eyes as he brings his finger to his lips, sucking it clean with an approving groan to your taste. He had known you were going to taste good. There was no way in his mind that you wouldn't; he just wasn’t prepared for how good you tasted.

Sliding down the bed, Mingyu wraps his arms around the back of your thighs, using his strength to tug your body closer to him. Looking up at the span of your body, Mingyu smiles, meeting your eyes even as his breath fans over your wet folds. You moan, feeling his fingertips press into your hips as he looks at your pussy so closely, hunger dripping from his eyes.

Without another word, Mingyu runs his tongue from your entrance to the top of your mouth, awarding himself with a drawn out moan from your parted lips. A shiver rolls through Mingyu’s body at the feeling of you against his tongue and the taste of you in his mouth. This had been his fantasy for so long that it was almost overwhelming to have it come true.

“Oh my god, baby..."

Mingyu’s words are a whisper but speaking so closely against your skin causes you to arch against his mouth, urging him to continue what he had started. Not wanting to keep you waiting, Mingyu just smiles against your pussy, then groans as his face relaxes and he runs his tongue from your dripping hole up into your soft folds, collecting your sweet arousal.

Your hands claw at the bedding as you feel the fire starting to burn in your abdomen and thighs. Mingyu’s left hand slides back under your leg to rest under his mouth as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently. You whine his name, trying to lift your hips, when you feel his finger press into your entrance, only for your walls to clench around the digit as soon as it’s in.

“Needy… Were you clenching around nothing before?”

You nod and Mingyu laughs, his lips brushing over your sensitive clit, causing you to shift your hips away from him only to be pushed back down by his right hand, still holding you tightly. Slowly and gently, a second finger presses in beside the first before Mingyu pulls his fingers back towards his palm, listening to your breathy moans. You were angelic and he was struggling to not go too fast and fuck his fingers into you at a brutal pace just to watch you gush around them.

“So fucking warm and soft. I could get addicted to this, pup. Imagine if this is what they saw on my stream. My fingers fucking your pussy... God, they’d lose their fucking minds. What if they just got a picture of my fingers buried inside of you?”

When you tighten around his fingers, Mingyu grins, leaning to kiss your thigh, pushing his fingers into you deeper, and turning his hand so that his thumb can rub circles around your swollen clit.

“You like that? You want me to take that picture?”

Glancing around his bed, Mingyu watches you nod out of the corner of his eye before he reaches for his phone with his right hand, only leaning back enough to snap the picture before leaning back down to spit on your pussy and his fingers and repeating the process.

“I don’t know if I want to share them or be greedy as fuck.”

You feel the phone hit the bed but you don’t care to look as you feel Mingyu’s thumb push around his spit and your arousal. Your orgasm was right on the edge and it was clear that he could tell with the intensity that took over him. He wanted your orgasm as much as you did.

His mouth back on your pussy, Mingyu groans your name as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers. He could feel your cum around his fingers and he wanted it on his tongue. He wanted you on his lips. You whine about the loss of his fingers but the feeling of his tongue pressing into you makes up for any loss you once felt as Mingyu’s tongue all but fucks your cum back into you.

Feeling your fingers running through his hair, Mingyu pulls back a dazed look in his eyes to see your chest rising and falling quickly as you come down from your orgasm. Your thighs were twitching and even the lightest touch to your folds would grant him a high pitched whine from your lips.

“So damn sensitive. I could listen to that all day. Are you okay?”

Nodding, you run your fingers along Mingyu’s side and then along his abs as he moves to lean over you. Mingyu’s lips glide over yours in a slow, deep kiss that seems almost too sensual for two people who barely knew each other but neither of you pull away. Instead, Mingyu smiles against your lips first when he feels your fingers running along his skin along his chest a few moments later, your knee resting against his hip and his mind pictures doing this a year from now.

“Come here, pup. I want to see that pretty ass.”

Sliding back on the bed, Mingyu helps you roll over on your stomach, his hand sliding around your stomach as you move to your knees. He watches as you rest your cheek on your arms, keeping your ass up in the air for him. It was a perfect image and his cock was leaking heavily at how perfect you were. Running his hand along your ass, Mingyu lifts it quickly only to bring it down once, rubbing over the spot as you gasp and whine at the feeling of him spanking you.

“Comfortable?”

It was a real question but Mingyu just smirked as you hummed in response instead of actually answering him. You were so far gone; he could do almost anything to you and you would be just fine at this point. Leaning down, Mingyu presses a kiss on your ass before moving to his knee and gripping his cock with his left hand so he can line himself up with you and ease himself in slowly.

Furrowing your brows, you dig your nails into your arm at the feeling of the stretch, even as Mingyu goes slowly. Your mind was blank up until the moment he started to thrust into you and now all you saw were stars. All there was in your mind was Mingyu and his cock. Gasping for a breath, you press your forehead down into the bedding, letting out a moan when Mingyu’s hips rest against your ass, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Shh…I’ll just stay here. You’re doing so good, baby. Holy shit, you feel so good. Let me know if it’s too much.”

The painful stretch fades almost as quickly as it hit you, a euphoric, full feeling taking over and you find yourself wanting him to move. You find yourself wanting to be filled over and over again by him until you are full of his cum. You feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment at your own thoughts, even as Mingyu groans, leaning his head back, feeling your pussy clamping around him as you think about him feeling you up.

“I–I’m gonna move. You’re killing me. Gonna make me cum too fast if I don’t. It’s like you want my cum right now. Is that it, baby? Huh?”

With his hips meeting yours in rhythmic motions, Mingyu runs his left hand along your back soothingly as you whimper his name, almost like a prayer getting drunk off of him. You weren’t answering his questions but he didn’t need the answers when your pussy was talking for you. He could feel you were getting closer, just like you had around his fingers.

Leaning over your back, Mingyu runs his mouth over your shoulder as his hips rut against your ass, pushing his cock deeply inside of you as he listens to your cries, not realizing tears were actually falling over your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. It isn’t until Mingyu leans back, pulling your back against his chest so he can rest his cheek against your head, that he realizes that you are crying and it makes him slow only for a moment.

“Color, Y/N?”

Muttering green three times, you wrap your hand around Mingyu's, which rests over your stomach, keeping him close to you. With the assurance that you are okay, Mingyu rests his lips against your temple and rolls his hips up hard and fast against your ass, feeling your cum running down his cock as the coil inside of you snaps.

Watching you orgasm was one of Mingyu’s new favorite things in the world. It ranked up there with eating his favorite foods and watching his favorite movies. Right now, he would put it at the top of the list as his own climax teetered at the edge until you turned your head to look at him and your lips parted, a fucked out look on your face and he knew he did that.

You knew the signs of Mingyu’s climax. The way his voice would change, the way his mouth would part, and now you knew the look in his eyes when it happened. That was your favorite part and it didn’t matter how far gone you were in your own orgasm, you would never forget that look as the warmth of Mingyu’s cum began to fill you up and spill out onto your thighs with each of his thrusts.

“Gyu…”

He couldn’t handle you saying his name like that. Not while he was cumming inside of you this hard. Leaning you back down onto the bed, Mingyu groans into your ear, burying himself deep inside of you with one last thrust. With both of his arms caging you down onto the bed, Mingyu tries to catch his breath as he feels you trying to do the same under his weight.

After another moment of silence, Mingyu listens to your soft whimper when his cock slips from you and he moves to lay beside you. It sounded like you were disappointed to be empty and that was almost devastating. How could he stand this? You were going to be the death of him.

"Baby, fuck, are you okay?”

You smile and Mingyu melts once again. You looked so happy and at peace. You had said you didn’t like to think and he had accomplished that. Running his hand over your back, Mingyu smiles, leaning to press a kiss to your lips, feeling you return the kiss.

Your brows furrow, feeling the bed shift but you can’t find the strength to open your eyes but somehow you know Mingyu’s not in the bed with you anymore. It’s colder and there is a missing weight. You were enjoying his weight. He was like a perfect weighted blanket. A frown quickly takes over your expression as you whine and try to turn over, finding yourself exhausted.

“No, no…shhh. I’m just in the bathroom. I’m starting the shower. I’ll carry you. Then I’ll change the bed and we can get back in bed.”

Who were you to argue with any of that?

Several hours later, you wake up to a warm sheet and a heavy arm covering your body. The smell of bodywash that wasn’t yours fills your nose but then the memories of Mingyu washing your body flood your memories and you can’t help but smile as your cheeks burn. It hadn’t been a dream. None of it had.

You can feel the soreness in your thighs and in between your legs but its a good pain. The pain you won’t regret.

Turning in Mingyu’s arms, you watch him sleep for a moment, unable to stop the way your lips pull up into another smile as he smacks his lips in his sleep as he starts to wake up. You hadn’t meant to wake him up but just the movement was enough.

His eyelids flutter open, and Mingyu’s lips pull up slowly, seeing you awake and more coherent. You had been so out of it during the shower and he had barely gotten you to drink part of a bottle of water but now your eyes were bright and you were smiling at him. That made him feel good.

“Hey…”

Mingyu watches you bury your nose against the pillow and he can’t help but chuckle at how shy you are, even after he had fucked you dumb in his bed just a few hours earlier.

“Stop that. Come here.”

Pulling you towards him, Mingyu presses his lips against yours and feels you melt into the kiss and against his body. He was so warm; you felt safe but a bit out of place and confused about what came next.

“That’s nice.”

You smile and nod in agreement, causing Mingyu to lean his head back and look at you.

“Talk to me. What’s on your mind, babe?"

“What…do I just go home now?”

Laughing, Mingyu shakes his head before rolling on his back and looking up at the ceiling, letting you rest on his arm under your head.

“I don’t want you to. I mean, hell. I took pictures of you during sex and I won’t lie…one of you sleeping. I don’t just take pictures of random girls on my phone. I want to do this again. Not just the sex. The date part. I like you, Y/N.”

Turning on Mingyu’s arm, you smile but try to hide it, only causing Mingyu to feel your warm cheek drawing his attention to you. With another laugh, Mingyu reaches over to push at your warm cheek playfully as he bites at his lip, furrowing his brow questioningly.

“What do you want to do?”

Nudging your cheek against his fingers, you smile and pull your legs up under the covers, feeling a bit smaller at his question. You knew what you wanted but even hearing his confession, it felt silly. It took looking into his eyes and seeing the vulnerable look there to make you do the same.

“I want to stay. I like you too, Gyu.”

Grinning, Mingyu turns back towards you, leaning to kiss you once more and reaching to tilt your face more towards his as you laugh against his lips.

“Then it’s settled.”

He was incorrigible but you liked it. Shaking your head, you sigh against his lips, thinking about the other things he had said.

“It is... also, I want to see the pictures on your phone of me, and maybe you can post one of the pictures to your account.”

His brows lifting, Mingyu feels his cock react to your words. The idea of posting pictures with you was giving him way too many ideas and he wanted to give you time to recharge before he fucked you back into his mattress.

“Fuck…really?”

Laughing, you nod as Mingyu runs his nails along the side of your neck and you feel his body press closer to yours.

"Okay, yeah, I’ll get my phone.”

When Mingyu starts to move, you hold on to him and shake your head, making him laugh this time as he looks into your eyes, letting you kiss him this time before you speak on his lips.

“In a bit, just stay with me for a while longer first.”

Humming against your lips, Mingyu nods and rolls you on your back, deepening the kiss, knowing there was no rush now with you right where he had always pictured you, with him.

#mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svthub #mingyu fluff #seventeen fluff #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #svt smut #svt fluff #svt x reader

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yuurei20 · 2 days ago

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Is it okay to ask for the second half of this translation now that 7-8 released in EN?

https://www.tumblr.com/yuurei20/755749918978752512/will-you-write-an-in-depth-detail-or-summary-of?source=share

Hello hello, thank you for this question! 🐉🦇

What a wonderful idea, thank you so much! The second half has been prepared 🥳

(For reference: there was a "spoilers-ok talk" between Malleus' Va Kato Kazuki (🐉) and Lilia's VA Midorikawa Hikaru (🦇) back in July 2024 (YouTube Link), and as this account pretends that Main-Story content not released to EN does not exist, the summary provided here only went up to Book 7-4, as that is where EN was at the time.)

*Note: text below is just paraphrasing/summarizing and not literal quotes except for one place where the original Japanese has also been included just in case. No Main Story spoilers, has all content has been released on EN as of this post :>

7-5

Malleus’ egg is at Wildrose Castle, with his mom.

🦇: Egg-sama 🐉：Sebek was funny. 🦇：I’d never heard someone add “-sama” to "egg" before. And he is so serious. 🐉：That seriousness is what is so funny about Sebek. And they continue to the castle, with Lilia and Baul’s bond deepening.

Maleanor appears

🦇：Voiced by Fukami Rica, voice of Maleficent. I did not expect her in this role. I thought she would have been Maleficia. 🐉：Maleanor and Lilia’s relationship… 🦇：From long ago. I’d like to hear their story, from the past. The time when the three of them were together. 🐉：I think there are a lot of people who would enjoy that. Lilia proposed to Maleanor. 🦇：I want to stay here a little while longer. 🐉：Want to go deeper into that, please.

🦇：Lilia really improved in his child-rearing. 🐉：He was just suddenly put in charge of Malleus. Picked up the lullaby from Maleanor, Maleanor singing it to Malleus when he was an egg. 🦇：That’s really the only connection they have, Malleus and Maleanor.

🦇：Doing the voice of Lilia searching for Silver was difficult. I did an older man voice because of how much time had past from his younger days and I was told “he isn’t that old yet!” But thinking about the Lilia that comes after it, the hazy point in the middle…that was difficult. If you don’t separate recordings into “this era,” “that era,” etc., it is difficult to perform. That was hard.

7-6

🐉：Even just remembering this part I feel like I might start to cry. I think that might be true of a lot of the players. 🦇：I didn’t really know their…Lilia’s position, I didn’t really understand it, but he is different from the dragons, so that revelation…if you were to say it then I would think “yes I can see that,” but…he worked so hard! 🐉：Lilia worked so hard to hatch Malleus! And everything in the past—and the senate had nothing to do with any of it! 🦇：What did they even do? 🐉：They didn’t have anything to do with anything. Seriously. Everything was left up to Lilia. “What is this? Explain this! Malleus will die!” 🦇：It had been a few hundred years before but there was the promise he made, and Baul…but he really worked so hard for so long. 🐉：I’ve thought about it. And things are happening over hundreds of years. It’s different than for humans, but still, hundreds of years—that is intense. That will break a person. 🦇：And it was his own child, too. There is love there. He might not have realized for himself it yet, but... 🐉：Maleanor-sama said as much. “Our child--it is impossible for you to not love him.”

🦇：What surprised me was how he started rejecting Maleficia’s energy. I wondered about that. 🐉：I didn’t realize that Malleus would be so picky. 🦇：And this is where Lilia’s love of travel came from, going from here to there. That hits pretty hard. After that, you’ll be happy to receive a pennant and you’ll display it, for sure. Usually you’d be like “…a pennant?”

🐉：I cried when Malleus was born. Just remembering Lilia’s weeping…I am the voice of Malleus, and if it hadn’t been for that Malleus wouldn’t have been born, so I felt a lot of gratitude towards Lilia here. 🦇：He tried so hard, and he did it (he starts speaking in Lilia’s voice here and it is so great) 🐉：And baby Malleus is so cute. 🦇：So cute.

🐉：And this is where Malleus learn the secret of his origin. Malleus’ rage—this was the first time I’d done a voice like that for Malleus. The loudest I have ever been for Malleus. And he got so angry so suddenly. I realized that even Malleus has that degree of emotion inside of him. And his grandmother hid it from him, too. That loneliness, that sadness…

🦇：We don’t know if Maleficia-sama shared the views of the others about “bat energy,” but it’s possible that that resulting in Malleus’ birth is one of the reasons why she thought it would be better to hide it. And Lilia overused his magic, connecting back to his health. That was a rough scene.

🐉：I heard that, for this chapter, you and 🐊 recorded together.

🦇：Shared recordings are increasing recently. And there was so much pressure with this one. We have been doing this together for so long by now, both as rivals and as members of the same team, so coming together again after so long…I was worried that he would think “Ah, so this is what 🦇 has become these days.” Just my own, entirely my own thought. So there was a lot of pressure, but I think it was a good atmosphere. 🐉：That section was amazing.

🦇 Quote: 「『マレウスが孵化した際のリリアの泣き演技でスタブースで号泣していたそうです』と書いてあ��んですけど、号泣は行き過ぎじゃないんですか？ 🦇：It says here that during the performance of Lilia crying after having hatched Malleus, people were sobbing in the sound booth. Is “sobbing” not going a little far?

🐉：If I’d been there, I would have sobbed. It wouldn’t have been just tears. Hearing that scene raw, during a recording—it was hard enough for me just playing through on my phone. But that is the peak emotional moment. I am kind of envious, actually. 🦇：They got to hear it before anyone. 🐉：I wish that could’ve been me. 🦇：I’ve done a lot of crying scenes. The pressure is intense. People go in assuming it will make them cry, and I want to make them cry even harder than they’re expecting. I am glad if that is what they took away from it. 🐉：Everyone clap. I cried in another place as well, when Maleanor, as a dragon, and the Knight of Dawn…I was so sad. 🦇：Didn’t want to fight. 🐉：He had his own things, too, but thought he had to do it, and while he was fighting Maleanor I couldn’t do it. I put the phone down. I knew that if I continued…this isn’t good.

🦇：It is such a serious thing, but the battles are done with chibis. They’re cute. But you have to perform in a way that keeps up the feeling of the scene. 🐉：If someone asked me to play through the part again I wouldn’t be able to do it. 🦇：She's mom, after all.

7-7

🐉：It was pretty fun how everything suddenly shifted gears. I enjoyed the game of tag with Ortho. 🦇：Ortho taunts people more than I’d expected. 🐉：I was surprised that he was like that. 🦇：And Malleus doesn’t pick up on subtlety, so their interaction was funny. Until now Malleus had never really been taunted like that. 🐉：But eventually he turned it back on Ortho. Kind of like “oh, he’s actually mad, then.”

🦇：The newest technology against the world’s strongest magic—that is interesting. 🐉：It was very Shroud for them to approach from the new angle, the unforeseen perspective that they did.

🦇：Ortho was very busy—so many Orthos. The humanoid Ortho, the RSA Ortho, the phantom Ortho…and they all speak slightly different. That was amazing. The red-haired Idia came up in the story for the first time. I was surprised by that, seeing him move. That’s when I realized that it has only ever existed in that one groovy. That was neat. And Idia and Ortho’s battle… 🐉：It gets you worked up, makes you cry…Phantom Ortho, saying goodbye, that he’s waiting… 🦇：That was great. And his resentment over his mother seeing inside his computer was great. Mama didn’t say anything, though. Just kind of, “Mm…” 🐉：A child at that age, having their parents look inside their computer… 🦇：And despite all the locks that he put on it. 🐉：Don’t know what she saw, though.

🦇：”That” in part 8 was great. 🐉：For a moment I thought it had become an entirely different game. Just as a video it was funny. I watched it three times. It makes you want Idia to just regularly do streaming.

Then goes into talk about Chapter 8’s release, SSR Savanaclaw Rook, looking forward to who else is coming and what they will look like, the upcoming Chapter 9, etc.

🦇：It’d be great if they could do more recordings like this right after a new release when we are bursting with things we want to talk about. Over time we start forgetting smaller details. It would be nice to be able to be able to do something like this again, a bit lighter, having snacks and chatting about this and that within the game. I’d like that. We never have any opportunities to get everyone together.

🐉：And maybe being able to interact with players in real time, being able to hear people’s opinions. There are definitely perspectives out there that we’ve never considered, and it would be interesting to have an opportunity for that kind of communication.

#twstask #twisted wonderland #twst translations

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presleyverse · 3 days ago

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Unorthodox Treatment

tags/warnings: doctor/patient dynamics, dubiously ethical, mild overstimulation, sobbing, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving)

Under the cut for the usual reasons

You'd only come in for a routine checkup.

Dr. Carpenter smiled that easy, slow grin, his voice molasses-thick with a Southern drawl as he asked you to sit back. "Now, sugar, jus' relax for me. Gonna take good care of you."

The paper crinkled under your bare thighs, heart racing beneath your hospital gown. His touch was professional—at first. But then his fingers lingered, trailing up your inner thigh, the room heavy with something unspoken. You should’ve said something. Should’ve stopped him, instead, your breath hitched as he gently pushed your knees apart. "You been holdin' tension, darlin'. Lemme help you out," he murmured.

And now—your legs were over his broad shoulders, his hands gripping your hips like he owned them. His mouth, hot and devastating, moved with deliberate care between your thighs, tongue tracing circles that made you gasp and arch. “Sweet thing,” he murmured against your skin, “Ya taste like sin.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, hips rocking with abandon. Whatever appointment you'd come for was long forgotten. All that mattered was John—his lips, his voice, his unrelenting devotion to your pleasure.

John's mouth never left you, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of you. His hands held you in place, fingers digging into your skin as he kissed and licked you like you were the only thing that mattered. "Such a good girl fer me," he whispered, his voice rough and full of admiration. "Look at ya, so sweet, so perfect."

You moaned in response, your body arching involuntarily, pushing yourself closer to him, desperate for more. His hands gripped your hips tighter, guiding you just the way he wanted, never letting you move too far away. "You’re gonna make me lose my mind, darlin'," he growled, his lips finding the sensitive spot just above your clit, sucking it gently. "So damn perfect, never been anyone like you."

Each word he spoke only heightened your need, your senses on fire. He was everywhere, his hands, his mouth, his praise filling you up, making you feel cherished and wanted in ways you hadn't even known you needed. "Such a good little thing, takin' me like this," he murmured between flicks of his tongue, his voice dripping with admiration. "You’re so damn beautiful, sugar, I can't get enough of you."

The pleasure was overwhelming, building in waves that crashed over you relentlessly. Your fingers dug into the edge of the exam table, your body trembling beneath John's touch as he continued to work his mouth over you with an intensity that had your breath coming in shaky bursts.

Tears welled up in your eyes, the sensation so intense it brought a tight ache to your chest. You felt vulnerable, exposed, but in the most beautiful, liberating way. Your body betrayed you, your hips moving involuntarily as you gasped for air.

"Oh God, John... please," you sobbed, your voice hitching, every word thick with desperation. "Feels... feels so good..."

John's pace didn’t falter. His hands held you steady, while he thrusted his tongue in your pussy, stuffing it before pulling back. "That's it, sugar," he muttered, the words low and husky, like they were meant only for you. "Cry for me. Let it all out. Y'deserve this. Deserve every bit of it."

The praise, the way he spoke to you with such reverence, made your chest tighten. Your body quivered, the sobs escaping in a jumbled mess of broken words, "So good, John... So good... can't... can't stop... please, don’t stop..."

John’s mouth moved faster. Before you could fully process what was happening, you felt the sudden pressure of John's fingers slipping inside you, filling you in the most unexpected and delicious way. Your breath caught in your throat as he moved slowly at first, testing, stretching you.

A gasp tore from your lips, the sensation overwhelming. You were already so close, the tight coil inside you ready to snap. With a soft grunt of approval, John moved faster, his fingers expertly working you, his cock was straining against his pants, but he ignored it and instead focused on you.

And then, without warning, the pressure broke—your body trembling violently as you squirted, the release shaking you to your core, John’s mouth never you, his breath hot against your trembling folds as his fingers kept working you with rhythmic precision.

He could feel the way your body reacted to him, how tight and sensitive you were, and it made his pulse race with pride. “That’s it, sugar,” he murmured, his voice low and comforting, laced with that unmistakable Southern drawl. “Let go fer me, darlin’. I got ya. Just feel it. You’re doin’ so good, so damn good.”

His words only added to the fire building inside you, coaxing your body to give in to the pleasure. He licked a long, slow stripe along your clit, his tongue teasing and savoring every inch of you. “Feel that, baby? You’re wetter than I ever imagined. Yer makin’ me lose my damn mind.” His fingers curled deeper inside you, brushing that sweet spot that had you gasping. “Such a good girl, takin’ me so well. Gonna make you come all over my face, ain't ya?”

Your body jerked in response, and the coil inside you tightened further. The pressure was almost unbearable, but John’s voice—so steady, so soothing—kept you grounded, making the pleasure feel like something you could surrender to completely. “Come on, sugar,” he urged. “Let it happen. Let go for me.”

You were a mess, body trembling, overstimulated, and utterly overwhelmed by everything John was doing to you. His fingers never stopped, curling inside you, finding every soft, sensitive spot with maddening precision. His mouth was relentless, his tongue flicking over you in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you couldn’t think straight.

You were drowning in sensations, each movement building on the last until you felt like you might explode.Your breath was shallow, your chest rising and falling erratically as you tried to form words, but it all came out as incoherent babbling. "John, I—oh God—can't... too much... please..." You couldn’t keep track of what was happening, lost in a haze of pleasure and need.

"That’s it, darlin',” John cooed, his voice low and soothing. "You’re doin’ so damn good. Just a little more, sugar. You can take it. You’re a strong girl, aren’t ya?"

You couldn’t answer him, too far gone to form anything resembling a coherent thought. Your hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against his mouth as the overstimulation started to set in, the intensity too much to handle but not enough to pull away. You were a mess, all soft gasps and whimpers, completely dumb in the face of everything he was doing to you,

By some point soon, you were already teetering on the edge, your entire body trembling under the force of it all, each touch from John pushing you further into the abyss. Your mind was a blur, unable to hold onto anything but the overwhelming pressure building deep inside you.

His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, curling inside you, coaxing that tight coil to snap. His tongue flicked over you in perfect time, driving you wild, and all you could do was gasp, moan, and beg for more. "C'mon, sugar," John encouraged, his voice low and steady, a promise. "Let go fa me. I can feel it, baby. I know y' close."

You barely registered the words, the only thing you knew was that you couldn’t hold on any longer. The pressure in your lower belly became unbearable, a storm waiting to explode. With a loud, desperate cry, your body bucked, muscles tightening, every nerve in your body sparking with intensity. "John!" you gasped, your body arching off the table as the wave of pleasure crashed over you.

You came hard, your release spilling out in waves down your pink folds, your body shaking violently in his grip. John’s mouth never stopped, continuing to savor you as you came down from the high, your breath ragged, heart pounding in your chest. “Such a good girl,” he murmured against your skin, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh as his hands held you while you trembled, making sure you felt every second of it.

Slowly, John pulled away, allowing his fingers to tenderly trace along your inner thighs before he carefully helped you sit up on the examination table, large hands steadying you as you still felt like your legs could barely hold you. You were still shaky, every nerve still buzzing with the aftereffects of your orgasm, but he was there—strong and sure, his voice soft but commanding.

“Alright now, darlin’, let’s get you up,” he murmured, his drawl comforting as he slid one arm around your waist, guiding you to your feet. The cool air of the clinic hit your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat still swirling inside you.

But you didn’t want to leave him. Not yet. You looked up at him, eyes hazy, and your breath still shallow, and the words spilled out before you could stop them. “I… I want to stay with you.”

John’s gaze softened, a slow, satisfied grin tugging at his lips. “You wanna stay with me, huh?” he asked, lifting you effortlessly into his arms, making you feel small and safe against his chest. “Well, darlin’, I sure wouldn’t mind that.”

Thankfully, his apartment was just upstairs. He carried you without hesitation, his muscles shifting beneath you as he moved up the narrow stairwell, the clinic empty for the night.

Once inside, he gently set you down on the bed, laying down beside you and keeping you close."Get comfortable, sugar," he whispered, his hand resting on your thigh, tracing slow circles. "You're gonna be just fine here with me."

You let out a small, tired hum and rubbing your cheek against his chest, "M'so tired..." you murmured lazily, John gave a small chuckle and pressed his lips to your forehead.

"Rest now, sugar, jus' rest..."

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more-mara · 3 days ago

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Choscar lesbians 🙂‍↕️

“You’ve had months to say something, yet you’ve chosen to do it now? Today of all days!” Oscar seethed, the strap of her dress falling down with the flamboyancy of her hand gestures. Charles wished the sudden exposed bit of skin draped by the silk of her dress wasn’t as attractive as it was.

“I didn’t- how could I?” Charles shouted back, her own dress feeling suffocating all of a sudden- suddenly cursing herself for choosing such a tight number.

“How could- Charles, what? You do realise there is nothing I can do about this?” Oscar continued, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her gown. Oscar looked ethereal- in Charles’ opinion, only dampened by the fact that Oscar’s rage was directed at her.

“I know! Don’t you think this hasn’t been fucking killing me? Watching you- watching you off with him,” Charles shouted and that had Oscar turning around in disbelief, a scoff dropping from her pretty red lips as her hands found their way onto the sweet dips of her waist.

“He proposed months ago, Charles. Back when you said this couldn’t happen,” Oscar hissed, pointing between the two of them. Charles couldn’t help but think, that despite the absolute rage seeping from every ounce of Oscar’s body, she looked gorgeous. Like a muse- a face men would go to war over, a body that could never be captured in paintings, even by the most talented and skilled of artists.

She didn’t realise she was staring, not until Oscar was right up in her face. Only then did Charles see the tears in Oscar’s eyes.

“He is nothing- he’ll never be good enough for you,” Charles said and Oscar seemed to flinch at the words- her bottom lip wobbling.

“I love him,”

“You love the idea of him,”

Charles felt it the moment the air changed- the moment where Oscar sagged back against the balcony, defeated. But Charles kept going.

“You love that he’s a man, you love that he is everything your family wanted for you in a husband, you love that he is Nobel and kind and basically the perfect guy. But you know what you don’t love? Him. You don’t love him, because he’s not me,”

“Charles-“ Oscar’s voice cracked immediately, nothing able to get past the barrier of hurt in her chest.

Fuck, she was even beautiful when she cried.

“I- I should never have let you say yes,” Charles said, stepping closer as Oscar just continued to cry- her makeup long smudged but somehow she still looked as perfect as ever.

“So why did you?” Oscar asked, and there was anger there now- her eyes blazing despite the tears clouding them.

“I was scared,”

“And I wasn’t? I have a husband now, I cannot- we cannot keep doing this,”

Charles couldn’t help but scan the expanse of Oscar’s body, decorated to high hell in white and glitter. Her gorgeous ballgown of a dress that hugged her in just the right places. The prettiest bride in the country.

The prettiest woman in the world.

That man would never make her happy.

“Charles, fucking listen to me!” Oscar snapped, pushing herself away from the balcony until she was in Charles’ space again, her hands desperate as they clinged to Charles’ exposed shoulders.

“Please-“ whatever Oscar wanted to say was long forgotten as Charles grabbed Oscar by her jewel adorned waist and kissed her the way she knew Oscar liked it. The way she knew no man could ever replicate.

Oscar’s little gasp was music to Charles’ ears as she deepened the kiss, pushing Oscar back until she was flush against the balcony once more.

Oscars hands gripped a little tighter on Charles before she pulled away from the kiss- panting and flushed and all round beautiful.

“We can leave- run away. Just us,” She panted, eyes frantic as he looked around to make sure no one had been in the gardens to see them.

“Oscar-“

“We can. Please- it’ll be just us,” She whispered, fingers reaching to comb through the dark curls that hung over Charles’ breasts.

“I never took you for a runaway bride,”

“You never took me at all,” Oscar said, a smirk on her face before she leaned into Charles’ ear, breathing against her chilled skin before speaking again.

“But maybe we could change that,”

Charles’ eyes widened as she tightened her grip on Oscar, her own face flushing brightly despite the cool breeze of the night air.

“You mean-“

“If we leave tonight, I’ll let you make love to me,”

#oscar piastri #charles leclerc #choscar #maras fics

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theseinfernalangels · 18 hours ago

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Hi 🌸

Would you please do #31 with Brennan?

31: Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

It was easy, sometimes, to guess what Brennan dreamed about. If his face was set deep in a scowl? He was definitely dreaming about his mother. His lip was bleeding after biting it too hard? Violet and Mira. He woke up thrashing with his heart beating out of his chest? The Battle of Aretia.

You consider yourself an expert at reading him at this point, because he’s so obvious most of the time. However, as you leave your shared bathroom to pad over to him, slouched on the bed, you can’t pick up on any of the usual signs.

Brennan stares at his shaking hands, his brow furrowed in what’s either confusion deep thought. You carefully settle on your side of the bed, unsure if he needs space. He’s shaking — that much is clear — but he’s not completely panicking, either. For the first time in a long time, he has you completely mystified.

Not willing to scare him more, you keep your place but turn towards him. You clear your throat. “Bren?”

If he heard you, he doesn’t show it, opting to stay unmoving other than the small trembles of his body. You let out a soft sigh and slowly scoot next to him without touching him too much. You both remain there in silence for a moment before you try again.

“Brennan?”

Slowly, almost hesitantly, his head tilts up. You lean forward a bit to try and catch his eye, but he keeps his gaze low from yours as if he felt scared to look in your direction.

“Hey,” you soothe, lightly bumping your knee with his. “You wanna talk about it?”

Brennan flinches the moment you touch him, and you freeze immediately. Huh. The motion was so tiny and light, and it’s not like you don’t do it any other time this happens, so what could be different today?

He recovers quickly and shakes his head wordlessly, his trembling hands curling into fists. He looks so unlike himself in this moment. You’ve seen him stand tall as the leader of a revolution, crying his eyes out after a nightmare, and even past the brink of death, but you’ve never seen him like this.

Figuring he needs some space, you rise from the bed to give him some alone time — but fingers curling delicately around your wrist stop you in your tracks. You look back down; Brennan‘s eyes are still downturned, but he clings to you as if leaving would be his downfall. So, of course, you sit back down.

You stay silent, allowing him some time to think of something to say. Finally, after an extended pause, he speaks, his voice low and fragile.

“Can I hold you?”

You blink, not quite understanding, but you nod anyway, wordlessly allowing him to lift you into his lap. He rests his head on your shoulder and exhales shakily, curling his arms around your waist like you’re his lifeline.

“Love,” you prod again after you get comfortable. “Aretia?”

He shakes his head. Hm. Usually he’s only clingy like this after reliving what were his final moments, desperate for a reminder that he lived and is still a tangible human being. But he didn’t, so what could have him so worked up?

You get your answer in the form of whispers against your skin, hesitant and glassy. “Wasn’t just me this time,” he murmurs, his hold tightening ever so slightly. “It was different.”

You relax against him and brush his bangs away from his forehead. “Yeah?” You reply, trying to see if you can squeeze anything out of him.

“Yeah,” he echoes, going quiet once more before continuing, his next words making you freeze.

“It was you.”

Your head tilts to the side in confusion. That doesn’t make sense. You found him after he’d gone unconscious from blood loss, and the two of you never saw each other during the battle after being split into different waves of attack. That could only mean that this dream was fictionalized — which also means that it could be much, much scarier.

“What was?” You ask, stroking his scarred hand with your index finger. “Was I with you?”

Brennan’s fingers flex uncomfortably against your abdomen. He opens his mouth and then closes it, as if he was trying to swallow what he wanted to say. His face contorts into one of frustration for a moment, but you swoop in with a little kiss to his temple. “You’re okay,” you murmur. “Take your time.”

He exhales shakily, burying his face in your neck before he finally admits what’s got him so frightened.

“I saw…I watched you falling. They shot you instead of me. I-I had to watch you bleed—“

His voice breaks a little, instantly making you regret asking. A dream where you died was nothing new to you after so many near-death experiences, but for Brennan to have one was a whole other story.

He swallows. “And then I woke up, and you weren’t here, and for a moment — just a moment — I thought—“

Your hand flies to grip his as tears start racing down his cheeks. He thought you actually left him. Shame floods you as a broken whimper looses from his throat. You internally curse yourself. You should’ve known this would happen. This happens all the time. You should have been there. He needed you, and you weren’t there.

Your thoughts cut off as Brennan makes another soft sound, and your attention diverts to the crying man as you shift in his lap. Ever so gently, you bring your hand up to swipe through his hair, still messed up from sleep. You don’t do anything to try and cease his tears — he probably needs the release, and you feel guilty enough as it is.

When his sobs die a little, you tenderly pry his face from your neck, brushing your thumbs across his cheeks to wipe at his tears. “Brennan,” you whisper. “My love. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

You take one of his hands and lead it to rest on your chest, just above where your heart beats steady and strong. “Feel that?” You ask. “I’m okay. I’m here. I wouldn’t leave you for Malek without putting up the nastiest fight known to mankind.”

Brennan coughs out a choked laugh, pressing his lips to yours without a second thought. “I know you wouldn’t,” he murmurs. “I know, angel. I just—“ His voice trails off again, quieter this time. “I didn’t think I could ever picture that. You in my place, I mean. And Naolin wasn’t there, either, so you just…dropped. And I couldn’t do anything—“

You bring your lips back to his. “Easy,” you hum. “Look at me. I’m here. I’m talking to you, and sitting on you and kissing you. I don’t think I look very dead, either, so I think that’s enough evidence to show that I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

He smiles weakly and pushes you into another kiss. “Good” he says in a small voice. “Because I need you here. I don’t think I could keep myself together if I was alone.”

You heart twists, and you lightly push his head to rest back on your shoulder. “You won’t be,” you promise, nuzzling into him. “Not if I can help it.”

#fourth wing #the empyrean #iron flame #onyx storm #fourth wing imagines #brennan sorrengail imagine #brennan sorrengail x reader #brennan sorrengail #brennan fourth wing #brennan aisereigh

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gay4ddlovato · 2 days ago

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Billie Eilish Imagine - you fight but can’t sleep without each other (requested)

{originally published on my wattpad gayforddlovato back in 2020. I have so many chapters from my books there to publish here still and figured I’d post some of my Billie content today. Enjoy! But please don’t steal or copy my work! Thank you 💗}

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Feeling frustrated, you slammed the bedroom door and quickly turned the lock. You sat on the edge of the bed and hung your head. Your hair was already a mess from how many times you've run your fingers through it and tugged at it, but you couldn't care less.

You heard footsteps on the floor and lifted your head at the sudden sound. You could see the shadow of Billie's shoes and you held your breath, curious as to if she'd knock or say a word to you. But after a moment of silence, you heard her let out a sigh and walk away, followed by the door closing down the hall.

It was one stupid fight about you asking her to clean up her mess from the takeout you ordered. She said she was too tired and you said that you were tired of cleaning up after her. A few harsh words were exchanged, but nothing too bad, knowing that it'd only leave you both feeling more hurt than angry later on.

You were tired. You wanted to just crawl into bed and go to sleep.

And you tried to. You turned off the lights and listened to the crickets chirp outside the window. But you couldn't ignore the ache in your heart and the way it sank deep in your chest each time you shivered or felt frustrated from your already tired mind continuing to run and went to roll into her embrace, only to remember that she wasn't there.

You wanted to go talk to her and tell her how sorry you were. You wanted for her to tell you that it was all okay and for her to hold onto you tight. But you worried that she was still angry and you didn't wanna risk making things worse by crawling into bed.

Time continued to tick by and your mind continued to race. You felt that you had no other choice but to lay on her side. You buried your face in her pillow and breathed in the smell of her shampoo that lingered on the soft pillowcase. It was soothing, but nothing compared to what it could be if she was still there beside you.

You hugged it close to you and closed your eyes. You hoped that sleep would come around soon or that the sun would just come up already, so you could leave the bedroom and go to her and see if taking the night apart had helped you both to see things clearer.

But before you could even think about drifting off to sleep, you heard the knob turn and Billie huff from outside the door. You sat up suddenly and found yourself holding your breath again. Your heart was pounding in your ears, but you still somehow heard the soft tap on the door.

"Y/N?" Billie whispered softly.

You got out of bed and turned the lock on the door slowly.

"Billie?"

Your voice was soft and even a little shaky as you opened the door.

But you weren't prepared for the sight you were met with.

Billie's eyes were red and cheeks were puffy. She'd clearly been crying and when you realized that, there was no way for you to even attempt to hold back your own tears that you've been keeping in since you stormed up to bed hours ago.

She threw her arms around you and you both simultaneously let out sighs of relief when you held each other tight.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. "I might be tired but that's no excuse for me not to do my equal part in keeping things clean. You work hard, too. It's not your responsibility to clean up my stuff."

You chuckled tearfully. "It's alright, baby. I'm sorry too. I said some things I shouldn't have. Really, I'm happy to help you if you just ask nicely." You teased, to which she giggled and kissed your head.

"Noted."

You pulled away and right when you did, before you even had the chance to say another word, her lips hit yours and she pulled you in for a loving kiss.

"I hate it when we fight." She mumbled against your lips. "I don't like the idea of going to sleep in separate rooms or not being able to kiss you before you fall asleep or hold you when you're cold or have a bad dream. I just wanna be with you."

You cupped her cheek and placed another soft kiss on her lips. "I'm right here."

You held onto her hand and led her back to bed.

As soon as she could, she put her arm around you and brought you to her chest.

You felt her lips behind your ear and then on your neck. Her warm breath hit your skin and you found it to be comforting and calming.

"I love you. I'm never letting you go."

You closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh.

"I'm perfectly fine with that."

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little-pondhead · 2 years ago

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[inspired roughly by this post. My brain snails started going nuts so I thought it'd be easier to post this separately :)]

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It was a lovely day in Gotham. Well, as lovely as it could be. The sun was up, peeking through the overhead cloud cover and making the buildings gleam in the rare sunlight. The air was fresher than usual, and faucets ran clear of strange and unusual toxins.

Somewhere in the Upper East Side, in a little neighborhood tucked away from the rest of the city, marched around the new boss of the area. She was a young girl, just barely in high school. But despite it being the middle of a work day, she wandered around her chosen streets, content to do whatever she wanted. Above her, a pair of siblings watched on and discussed the unique situation.

"So let me get this straight: that fourteen-year-old goth girl is a crime boss?"

Mia smiled at Leon, her older brother, and his dumbfounded expression as they rested on her balcony. "She's fifteen, actually. Her birthday just passed. We all got together and threw a block party for her!"

"You know how insane that sounds, right?" Leon turned to her, a bit miffed that she dared to say those words to his face. "She's a kid. Why do you all listen to her?"

Mia shrugged and sipped her beer. "She does good work. Holds her own pretty well, and the kid has connections. Good ones, too. That can be the difference between life and death in Gotham."

Leon rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I just don't get it. How did she end up in this line of work? Do child labor laws even apply here?? Why aren't the Bats doing anything?"

"Don't think about it too much, dipshit." Mia crushed her now-empty beer can in her hand and tucked it into a paper garbage bag hanging off of a hook on the balcony rail. A familiar set of green arrows was printed on the side.

"And now you're recycling?!" Leon realized. "When did you start doing that, Mia??"

The woman shrugged and got up, stretching. "Probably around the time Brambles absolutely reamed out Mrs. Zalinski for littering at the park."

"Wait, who's Brambles?" Leon scrambled upright and followed his sister inside.

Mia laughed. "Brambles is our fifteen-year-old crime boss!"

...

"I can't believe you got a cool name right off the bat," Danny grumbled, flopping onto Sam's bed face-first. Sam smirked and shoved him off with her foot. Danny just squawked and let himself ragdoll to the ground.

"It's your fault for not having a better gimmick." She said to his prone body. "Besides, it could've been worse."

"I think Inviso-Bill is the worst possible nickname for anyone." Danny groaned. "But you got something cool immediately. Who even thought up 'Brambles'? That's such a unique name!"

"Well the kids call you Grim; that's pretty cool."

Danny flopped over, twisting himself much farther than any human was supposed to just so he could glare at her face. "They only call me that cause one of the is obsessed with Harry Potter." He grumbled, pouting.

Sam just rolled her eyes and went back to sorting through piles of papers scattered all across her duvet. Since moving to Gotham several months ago, Sam had taken it upon herself to turn the experience into something useful rather than just moping all the time, as she originally wanted to. That 'something useful' had landed her as the newest crime boss in Gotham, with about a third of the Upper East Side as her current territory.

So many problems had popped up in the last year, and the group had decided that taking it on alone would never work. The GIW had been trying to close Amity's borders, Danny's parents had a scientific breakthrough, tensions in the Realms were high, etc. There was a lot on their plate! Sam's solution was to create a foothold in Gotham City. She would lay the foundations for Jazz to work in Arkham and forge a safer environment for the residents of Amity Park to sneak off to if the GIW went too far. She was essentially weaving a cushion for everyone to fall back on.

Danny, using the power of duplication, was splitting his focus between foiling his parent's plans and resolving issues with his rouges to create a united front. He was the main distraction, and Sam's own heavy hitter when she needed help establishing dominance.

Tucker planned to gather intel with the help of Technus and Jazz. They were trying to gather as much evidence as possible so they'd be in the clear when the whistle blew. The GIW would crash and burn, legally speaking. They were the bugs of the operation, spreading themselves thin and hoarding information like it was candy.

Dani was their wild card, their jester. She was keeping the JLD's attention focused solely on her and all the supernatural hijinks she was stirring up. When the time was right, she'd point them in the direction needed and let them loose. After winding them up so much, the hope was that the Justice League Dark would descend upon the GIW like hellfire.

But those were their future plans. Right now, Sam was in possession of specific files from Arkham Asylum and the GCPD. She was looking for anything to give her an edge in the upcoming meeting with a few other crime bosses. Some annual thing they host to renew Goonion contracts, see who's still alive, and examine how much the territory lines have changed. Stuff like that. Red Hood was supposed to be there, and she knew she needed an ironclad defense against him and his nosy colony of Bats.

Danny untwisted himself all of a sudden, making a weird face. "Sorry, got to go." He apologized. "Vlad just showed up to my house."

Sam waved him off. "Go, I'll be fine for today. Just be on time for the meeting on Friday. And I want you, not a double."

"You got it!" Danny did finger guns at her and promptly melted into a pile of green goo. Right on her bedroom floor!

Sam sighed and got up to throw a towel over the puddle. The ectoplasm would evaporate eventually, returning to the original Danny little by little. But for now, this would keep anyone from asking about it until it was all gone.

Sometimes she really hated living in student dorms. People always felt the need to burst into her room for no reason.

Who even made dorm rooms for high schoolers in the first place??

...

Jason couldn't help but stare at the new recruit.

Well, 'new recruit' wasn't exactly accurate. 'Potential to be the most headache-inducing supervillain' was more like it. Standing at a solid 5'10" with platform boots, Brambles, the newest crime lord who had taken over half of the Upper East Side in under four months, was almost tall enough to look him in the eye straight on. Which she tried to do anyways, tilting her chin up oh-so-slightly (in that stupid way aristocrats do when they want to look down at you) and glaring at him with open hostility.

Brambles was young, way too young to be in this line of business. At the start of the annual underground crime meeting (yes, they couldn't come up with a better name), she had announced that she was fifteen, went by she/her, and would snap the dick off of anyone who looked at her funny. Most everyone laughed at her, thinking it was an empty threat. Brambles proved it wasn't by sucker-punching a younger lieutenant who tried to get handsy with her five minutes into the meeting.

When the lieutenant's boss protested and threatened a gang war, Brambles had snapped her fingers and summoned what could only be a fucking pit demon from the depths of hell to threaten the man back. The creature looked like a teenager, just like Brambles, at first. But it was...off. The longer you looked, the worse it got.

It wore a draping black cloak that covered most of its body, with the ends turning to mist when it reached the floor. It had a pale, young face and white hair. Its eyes glowed just like Brambles', except they were a toxic green that made Jason's heart skip a beat in fear. The creature was snarling, with a fucking muzzle on it to keep its sharp teeth away from wandering fingers.

With a nod from Brambles, the creature bounded forward and knocked the guy to the floor, its arm elbow-deep into the guy's chest. The dude looked terrified, and a little sick "Would you rather lose a lieutenant or your life?" She had snarled, sounding almost a bit demonic herself. The other boss had backed down without another word, writing off his subordinate as dead and gone.

Instead of killing the guy, however, Brambles simply banished her little guard dog to a corner of the warehouse to play with its new toy in peace.

"Is she allowed to do that?" Someone whispered.

"They weren't unionized, so the Goonion won't say anything." Another answered.

It was the most awkward meeting in the history of the criminal underworld. No one even died since they were all focused on the newcomer.

Jason could feel a headache forming as the meeting came to an end. Brambles was still sitting in her chair. The creature had grown bored of its toy and was leaning against her, sprawled out lazily and barely flicking an ear at the onlookers in acknowledgment. A few people were idling around her, mostly women, trying to talk some big game and get on the kid's good side. Brambles was humoring them, taking tight control of the conversation when they got too prying.

Jason sighed. He knew he'd have to go over and have a talk with the kid, even if it was just for Bruce's files. He hauled himself upwards and stalked over. "Pardon me, ladies and gents, but I'm going to borrow the kiddo here for a moment."

The creature hissed at him, tensed at his approach. Brambles kept a tight grip on the back of its muzzle, keeping it grounded. The other criminals scattered like flies. They were the only two (three?) left in the warehouse within minutes.

Bramble rose to glare at him. "What." She spat. "If you're here to convince me not to get involved with anything, I will set Grim on your ass after lighting it on fire."

The creature, Grim, growled in agreement. The sound echoed strangely like he was hearing it from underwater.

"Relax, I'm not here to do any of that." Jason raised his hands in surrender, immediately abandoning that possible line of thought. "I'm just here to talk business. You're young, and while you don't want to admit it, inexperienced."

"Stop the fancy words, Red Hood." Brambles' eyes glowed again, and she released her hold on Grim's muzzle. "If you want to make a deal, say it to my face. If you're here to dig for information, either ask me or hit the road. I prefer honesty over flower talk, so tell me what you want before I take over your area, too."

Jason bristled. His vision was tinted green as he snapped, "What the fuck is your problem, kid?! I just wanted to make sure you were safe and not being forced to do this. I was even going to offer my support and protection if it was too much! I know you aren't going to stop, but that doesn't mean I want a kid to die just because they got into something they shouldn't and they think their fancy guard dog will always be there to protect them!"

Brambles' eyes stopped glowing, and her stare softened a bit. Grim went deadly still, just floating there, staring at Jason. His heart beat like crazy in his chest. What was he saying? It was all true, but he could've been nicer about it. Dick would've found a way to be nicer.

-krrrk- "Ibis, reporting in. I think you can trust him, guys. Even if he's a Bat, his connections and experience would be useful in our plans. Ibis out." -krrrk-

Jason flinched from the sudden noise, looking around to find the source. It sounded like it had come from everywhere, even inside his own helmet. Brambles immediately switched out her hostile look for an annoyed one, tapping an earpiece he hadn't noticed before.

"Ibis, you really have to stop opening up our comm lines to the public." She snapped, but there was no real heat to it. "And I thought I told you to stop eavesdropping!"

-krrrk- "Sorry, can't help it. I'm everywhere now! You shouldn't have given me this power." -krrrk-

Grim hissed.

-krrrk- "Don't hiss at me, young man! You were the one who suggested this!" -krrrk-

"I'm sorry, time out!" Jason made a T with his hands. The green from his vision had completely disappeared now. "What the FUCK is going on now?"

Brambles sighed, rubbing her temples. "You know what? Fine. We'll trust you. My name is Sam. Nice to meet you, Jason Todd."

Jason stepped back, immediately reaching for his gun. Grim darted forward and promptly flew through him, stealing all his weapons in one go. "I'm Danny!" Grim-Danny?-chirped in a human voice, giving him a shit-eating smile. "Sorry for the act, Mr. Hood. And sorry about the name drop, I'm the one that told them."

-krrrk- "I'm Tucker! There are more of us, but they're busy. I have literally so many questions for you, Mr. Hood." -krrrk-

"Now that introductions are over-Danny don't eat his smoke bombs, you're not gonna look like Dorathea-we'd like your help."

Jason squinted at them. "You understand this is all suspicious as fuck, right? And how did a pit demon find out who I am?"

-krrrk- "Yeah, we know. But lives are on the line here, and I think you'd really be a help!" -krrrk-

Brambles-Sam-sighed and pulled out a flash drive. "I was going to use this as leverage, but I guess it'll have to be useful in other ways." She tossed it to Jason, who numbly caught it. "Look over it if you want. If you don't, then just burn it. Do not try to plug it into the Batcomputer. Don't try to send it to the Batcomputer, either. A virus will target that specific IP address as soon as it makes contact. Any other computer is fine."

"Look it over, and we can go from there," Danny added, spinning in midair while chomping on one of Jason's knives. (His good one, too!) "And I'm not a pit demon, but I am dead. That's how I knew about you. Whatever brought you back to life gave the Realms a real headache for a while. It wasn't hard to look you up in the records."

"This is so much information. Lives are on the line? And two, three kids are dealing with it? By becoming crime bosses?"

-krrrk- "Technically, Sam's the only crime boss here. And that was kind of an accident. She was supposed to create a safe foothold in Gotham in case we needed to evacuate our town. But we all got cool nicknames out of it! And you're the only adult we've told this stuff to!" -krrrk-

"I'm what?"

"The only adult." Sam's unwavering gaze seemed to pierce his soul. "There are quite literally no other adults that can help, Red Hood. None that we trust, not really. Any adult intervention needs to be planned carefully so it doesn't backfire on us. We're trusting you here, Jason. Not only are you like us, which technically puts you in danger too, but you have power and connections to support a whole town of people the government wants to eradicate."

Jason looked at the little green flash drive in his hand. He didn't want to ask. "And this...?"

"A fruit basket," Sam said simply. "Originally, it was supposed to be blackmail. But instead, this is a present to show our goodwill and faith. To show you our skills. That drive contains information on other gangs, upcoming rogue attacks, chemical breakdowns of Joker Venom and Fear Gas, unfinished antidote formulas, etc. Tucker and his team scoured the underbelly of Gotham and gathered dirt on every single prominent figurehead. Including Bruce Wayne, should you choose to use it."

"I would never-"

"But you've thought about it." Danny cut in and scratched his neck. Jason's hands shook. "It's not a bad thing. It's just the nature of the dead. Wanting to right the wrongs left over from their time with the living. Even if you walk and breathe now, that doesn't mean desire disappears."

"The point is, we need help. Even if I'm loathe to admit it." Sam rolled her eyes, and suddenly, Jason didn't see a potential supervillain in the making. He saw a teenager trying her best, shouldering the responsibility of hundreds of people, both in Gotham and her hometown. Danny looked the same, no matter how other-worldly he was. What battles were they facing? Why weren't there any adults to turn to? What kind of lives were they leading if they immediately trusted a known crime lord with their lives upon the first meeting?

"I'll think about it." Jason finally said. Danny trilled in excitement, and some tension bled out of Sam's shoulders. "If the situation is bad enough, however, I'm calling in someone else for help."

Danny shrugged. "As long as it ain't Batman! I don't think he'll appreciate us smuggling a town of liminals into his city."

Sam poked Danny's shoulder, prompting him to look at her. "Let's go, before you break his brain with more info-dumping. Bye Red Hood!"

"Uh, yeah. Goodbye!" Jason stuttered. He watched the two kids walk towards the exit door, before shimmering out of sight before they even touched the handle.

What the fuck.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #kinda strayed away from the prompt #and that's why its a separate post not a reblog #long post #not beta read #no beta we die like danny #pondhead writes #this leans into more of a ‘Sam did it on purpose but said it was an accident’#Tucker read the vibes from all the way in Amity and the other two just roll with it #Tucker: we can trust him #Sam: here’s our entire life story then #Danny: I hope you don’t mind us info-dumping :)#Danny will eat anything #he’s a growing boy! (hopefully)#he wanted to look like Dorathea when she’s a dragon #I cannot stress enough I don’t know shit about dc #so if someone is already in charge of the upper east side #then shut up Sam is their boss now #not continuing please don’t ask I will cry #someone else is free to take over from here #it’s literally just brain vomit to get myself going

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makismei · 5 months ago

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thinking about toji with a sensitive girl who runs away before she cums, saying it’s too much and she can’t take it! cw: hints of sadism & machoism, unintentional edging, squirting, he’s pretty sweet ^.^

“baby, c’mon, you’re making this harder for yourself.” he chides, dragging your twitchy hips back. your thighs stay shut and he sends you a pointed glare, “what’s this?”

“toji,” you sniffle, “s’ too much, i can’t do it.”

with your teary eyes and quivering legs, toji can’t help but be mean. you’re so cute. it might be the death of him.

“want to use your special little word?” he asks lowly, already knowing your answer.

you shrink in on yourself, “n-no…”

he hums, a sick grin tugging on his lips. “i’m gonna need something more convincing than that, baby.”

you pout. he’s teasing you. he likes to see you like this.

shyly, you open your thighs, revealing your soaked cunt to him. his eyes lock in on your needy hole, twitching and drooling all over the bedsheets. “please, toji, make me cum..”

“aw, how sweet. saying please too, how can i say no?” he mutters, thick hand caressing your thigh, trailing closer to where you need him.

“you’re not gonna run this time, right?” he pats your pussy, entertained by the way you tense and how you force your legs to stay open.

“m’ not!” he knows you’re lying. but it’s fine, he likes testing how far you can go.

he thumbs your clit, watching you intently. you’re staring down at his hand, anticipating his next move. slowly, he pushes two fingers inside, groaning to himself when you squeeze down on his digits, “what a slutty cunt,” he grouses, “see doll, she’s begging to cum, but you’re not letting her.”

toji prods around, still thumbing your clit and you think you’re going to cry.

“hold your legs back,” he doesn’t even bother looking at you, “your legs are trying to close on me.”

you know what’s gonna happen if you hold your legs back. but also, what happens if you don’t. you shake your head, defiant. “i don’t wanna…”

the man hums, amused. “you’re gonna be like that?” you nod, testing him.

“hmm, i think m’ done being nice to you.” your pupils morphing into hearts at his words, barely even realizing that he’s putting a hand on your thigh, pushing it down to make room for him. he locks your other leg underneath him.

his fingers know exactly where to poke, thumb still on your clit. he’s so precise, aiming for that one spot again and again.

naturally, because he’s already tried to make you cum a few times, it doesn’t take long for you to know you’re gonna cum.

“don’t.” he scolds, already knowing what you’re up to, “don’t hold it, cum.”

it’s overwhelming, you’re not sure if you’re holding it intentionally, but you like it when he forces you to cum anyway. “i c-can’t, toji, toji no!”

you’re trying to squirm away. away from the onslaught of pleasure. toji glares at you and then you hear it.

a soft buzz and you look down, mortified. he’s still fingering you, despite the fact you’re clenching down so hard he can barely move his fingers.

“wait.. wait toji, baby, please,” you beg, “i’ll cum, i’ll cum now. but plea—easeeee!”

“i’ve given you enough chances,” he frowns, pressing the little toy against your clit, he continues driving his digits into you. “c’mon baby, make me happy.”

you’re sobbing hysterically, unable to get away from the pleasure. toji laughs, “let go, i dunno why you’re doing this to yourself.”

writhing on the bed is useless because you can’t escape his hold—teetering on the edge of orgasm is making your mind go numb.

“n-no, m’ gonna cum, toji i can’t hold it! it’s gonna come ouuuttt!” he doesn’t let up, shaking the toy and watching your back arch up.

“hands.” he scolds and you immediately withdraw your clammy fingers from his own, “that’s good, now c’mon, you know what i want.”

it’s paralyzing, left leg shaking uncontrollably underneath him while you babble incoherently. he keeps a watchful eye, working you to it. he feels his cock drooling pre at the sight of you—the feeling of you falling apart on his fingers is making his mind hazy.

your vision whites. toji whistles lowly, watching you splash liquid all over his lower tummy, soaking his boxers. he tosses the vibrator aside, thick fingers gently working you through it.

you’re practically screeching, becoming so fidgety that toji has to use his free hand to scoop up your wrists, keeping you at his mercy.

“shh, baby, that’s good. that feels good, don’t it?” when your body relaxes, he pops his fingers out, shamelessly putting them in his mouth. he leans over you, pressing his weight onto you.

burly hands hold your face, grinning at your bleary eyes and tear soaked cheeks. “hey, gorgeous,” he hums sweetly, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. you’re panting, trying to catch your breath and he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but it’s in his nature to be a little mean.

pressing his tongue into your open mouth, you moan, unable to keep up and he breathes out a laugh, pulling away. he knocks his nose against yours, praising you quietly.

weak arms throw themselves over his neck, keeping him close to you. you can feel his bulge twitch, a familiar warmth beginning spread over your body.

“tojiii~” you tease, “i think your little friend wants some attention too.”

he’s amused, grinning wolfishly. “haven’t you had enough, lady?”

you pretend to ponder, “i can’t say for sure.”

“you started this,” he pulls away, manhandling your body so you’re on your knees, face smushed into the pillow, “i think you’re biting off more than you can chew, doll.”

more pleasure dom!toji here ^.^

#pleasure dom! toji #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #toji x reader

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kiyoomiee · 2 months ago

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part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s been in the training room for hours now. Sweat trickled all over his body as his arms never stopped swinging.

“Sukuna, you’ve been here for more than an hour now. That punching bag will break any moment.” Toji voiced out as he walked in.

“What’s wrong with you?” He tried to ask Sukuna.

“She’s mad at me. Been ignoring me for two days now.” Sukuna dropped his arms and sulked. Fucking hell, he misses you so much.

“Ah that pretty doll? Couldn’t imagine her staying mad that long with your annoying ass.”

“She’s my pretty doll. Don’t call her that.” Sukuna grumbled at Toji but the man ignored him.

“What’d you do?”

“Her medical director was being a misogynistic ass, so I punched him on her behalf.” Sukuna smirked, remembering how gratifying it was to punch the bastard in the face.

“Heh, would’ve done the same if I was there. But didn’t it occur to you that she might not want you to fight her battles for her?”

“Why wouldn’t she? I could send that man in a hospital without even breaking a sweat.”

“That’s exactly why asshole. Besides, you’ve seen how she handles herself in her own field. So go apologize instead of breaking our goddamn equipment.”

boxer!sukuna who corners you in your office so you can’t avoid him anymore. Locking the door close and closing the blinds so nobody could interfere. He went looking for you right after finishing his shower.

“We need to talk.”

“Not here Sukuna, I’m working. And I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You can see where this was going, tears already threatened to fall in the corners of your eyes.

“No. We need to talk right now, or else I’ll go crazy-“

“You’re going crazy? You haven’t talked to me in two days Sukuna. Now you’ll stroll in here and break up with me?”

“Break up?“ What the hell?

“Can’t handle the emotional part of the relationship? I should’ve known since you’re-“

“Since I’m what?” His voice was loud and angry. It was the first time he got mad at you.

“How could I even dare to break up with you when you’re constantly in my mind? When I’m trying my best just so you could notice me? When I’d surrender at your feet if you’d only say the word? I’ve pursued you for months and waited for you to see me. Even with countless rejections, I would’ve continued to wait for the rest of my life as long as there’s no ring on your finger yet. God, my infatuation even turned into obsession.” He sounds dejected as he chuckled to himself in pity.

“Now you’re saying I’m here to break up with you? No baby, I’m here to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. Because I’ll lose my goddamn mind if I don’t have your attention on me even in a split second. Why can’t you see it? I’m so fucking in love with you that the thought of leaving wouldn’t even cross my mind.” He continued on and sighed in agony.

“Y-You’re what?” You were stunned. It was the first time he said that three lettered word.

“I love you so fucking much. So please, I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I shouldn’t have interfered because I know you could stand up for yourself. But I can’t say I regret punching that motherfucker in the face.”

“I know you won’t, ‘kuna.”

“Fuck, don’t cry baby. I’m sorry I was an asshole.” He got on his knees and wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. You leaned into the warmth of his touch.

“Yeah but thanks to your little stunt, that man was fired and I won’t have to deal with his misogynistic comments anymore.” You just finished talking to the higher ups and the HR a while ago, they assured you that they’ll handle the case and that your medical director will be terminated immediately.

“I’m sorry too Sukuna, for avoiding and ignoring you. I should’ve reached out to you sooner.”

“No, it was my fault. I should’ve reached out. It won’t happen again baby, I promise.”

“Ryo.” You called him and caressed his face.

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.” His brain stopped functioning when he heard you say that.

“A-Are you sure? I’m not pressuring you just because I said it earlier-“ Ears turning red, he was now flustered and asked just to make sure he heard it correctly.

“I love you Ryomen Sukuna, I’m very sure.” You expressed lovingly, together with a quick peck on his lips.

“You sure know how to make me crazy for you, sweetheart.”

#boxer!sukuna #jjk #jjk au #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryoumen x reader #non curse au #sukuna x reader

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yuurei20 · 17 hours ago

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Updated Silver Facts Part 34: Silver and Malleus (pt5)

During the White Rabbit Fes event Silver gets a bookmark made from pressed flowers for Malleus. He chooses a black one (“Malleus likes black…”) made from a plant called “black dragon.”

Silver says, “The elegant purple flowers even remind me of him.”

After Lilia announces his intent to move to the Land of Red Dragons, Silver immediately makes the connection that, while he and Sebek will still be able to visit him, Malleus will not.

Silver insists on going to find Malleus when Malleus does not attend Lilia’s farewell party, despite Lilia’s assurance that that Malleus does not need to see him off.

Silver says, “Yes he does! Father, you depart for the Land of Red Dragons TONIGHT! Once you do, you'll never see him again!,” and leaves. (Lilia: “I don’t even know where that stubborn streak comes from…”)

Silver finds Malleus and asks him to please “spare a few words” for Lilia before Lilia leaves, assuring Malleus that he does not need to prepare a gift. It seems that Silver was not aware of Malleus’ habit of summon snow when he is distressed: he seems to think the blizzard around them (despite how it is spring) is a natural phenomenon until Malleus dismisses it and wonders, “Everyone in Briar Valley knows that Malleus summons lightning when he's angry…did he also cause the blizzard, then? Is he that distressed?”

Silver reflects on how he has only known Lilia for 17 short years compared to how long Malleus and Lilia have been together. Malleus concedes to Silver’s request and actually agrees to attend the party, but Silver tries to send Malleus back alone, as he has begun to cry. Silver apologizes for crying in front of Malleus but Malleus assures him that “Lilia has a fine son.”

Silver responds, “I'm far from a fine son! I can't grant my father the one thing he wished for. He wanted me to send him off with a smile on my face…but I just…”

Malleus reflects on how powerless he is to help them, at which point his tamagotchi-adjacent toy begins to make a sound: it has departed, leaving an egg in its wake.

Silver observes, “That must feel lonely…” and Malleus assures him that it is not, as the it will continue to “live out its fictional life inside this miniature garden...hence, there is nothing to grieve over.”

This inspires Malleus, making Silver the third of the three light-magic users who unintentionally serve as the catalyst to someone’s overblot.

#twstfacts #twisted wonderland #twstsilver #Silver #silverfacts

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dollfacefantasy · 3 months ago

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caleb x fem!reader

you and caleb used to play fight a lot, but things are different now that you're older

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fauxcest, dry humping

a/n: um hehe just a small drabble cause i've been thinking... also i like the pipsqueak thing idgaf kiss me about it. imagine this takes place when she’s staying with him.

"isn't this around the time you'd usually cry mercy, pipsqueak?" he breathes, his smooth voice warming the air next to your ear.

a small grunt escapes you as you try to lift your arm to shove him off. your effort is pointless though. his grip tightens around your wrist, and he brings your limb back down to the floor without much effort.

“caleb, quit it!” you whine.

he just laughs at you. his body doesn’t move away an inch. he stays right where he his, hovering over your smaller frame.

the two of you used to play fight all the time as kids. you’d squabble over the remote or your toys. whiny arguments would morph into a small scuffle, a test of wills. so it felt natural today to lunge at him when he held the book you wanted to read just out of reach. getting physical made sense. you’d been so agitated with him keeping you here, you needed to blow off some steam. it just didn’t feel so good when reality set in as he wrestled you down to the floor like always.

“it’s not funny,” you say and try to jam your knee up into his abs.

he dodges the move and continues to smirk at you. “maybe not to you. but it’s pretty funny from up here. pretty cute too,” he teases.

you scowl, squirming some more. in your younger years, you’d always been able to fight back a little. you’d lose in the end, sure, but victory had been in reach a few times. now, caleb is stronger. he’s bigger, and he doesn’t fight like a scrappy high school kid but rather someone with training. you’re starting to realize you have no chance now, and part of you wonders if you ever did. or maybe he’d been going easy on you.

as if to taunt you, he slides your arms up above your head and grabs both your wrists with one hand. even with his other one free, he keeps you pinned with the same amount of force. it’s fucking humiliating. you feel your cheeks starting to heat up as he drags the back of his fingers along your jaw, cooing at you.

“you always used to get so angry like this too. so frustrated. you’d think you would’ve learned not to start fights you can’t win,” he mocks.

his thumb comes to sweep along your cheekbone, back in forth in slow strokes. he stares into your eyes while he does, almost studying you. it gets you heated for a whole other reason you don’t even want to acknowledge.

“get off of me,” you squeak, your voice much less aggressive now.

“maybe i will if you beg enough,” he taunts, “if you use your manners and say please like a good girl, i’ll consider it.”

“shut up!” you say. you kick a few more times and buck your hips to try and get loose.

in response, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams it back to the ground. you let out a little growl, assuming you’ll have to restrategize. but then he pushes his pelvis down on top of yours.

you gasp. all the fight leaves you in a harsh blow because now, unlike any of the other times you play fought with him, you feel a solid bulge pressing between your legs.

your eyes widen, and you sputter. you’re sure you look totally stupid right now. but you don’t know what else to do. there’s no question about it. he’s got a boner, and he’s rubbing it right up against you.

“i told you. you’re not gonna win. might as well surrender,” he says. he speaks in a completely even tone, as if nothing is different.

“c-caleb. what are you doing?” you start, “don’t be weird.”

“i’m not being weird,” he defends with feigned innocence, “we always used to mess around like this. what’s got you all shy now?”

you know why he’s asking. because he knows you won’t say it. the answer is so easy, yet you can’t bring the words to leave your lips.

“you know what,” you whine softly.

he chuckles and leans in even closer to your face. “maybe i do. but i don’t think that it’s weird. we’re not kids anymore. you can’t whine and wriggle around like that and expect me not to react,” he murmurs.

your heart beats harder in your chest. you can feel every thump. before you can say anything in return, he grinds his hips again, rolling his hardened length right up against you. and this time, it feels good.

“i- caleb- we can’t,” you whimper, biting your lip.

“we can’t? we can’t what? we’re not doing anything,” he says before grinning at you, “it doesn’t count if it’s over the clothes.”

you want to smack him, but both your arms are still immobile.

“it’s still weird. we’ve never- i don’t see you like this,” you insist, though the last statement is a complete lie.

he tsks and shakes his head before pushing his erection between your legs for another time. this one draws a whine out of you. his hips jump forward at the sound, but he doesn’t let his face show that burst of desire.

“what do you see me like then?” he whispers.

silence fills the air between the two of you as you fail to answer. you know what you see him as. you know your crush on him goes back years. you know what fantasies fill your head at night when you’re alone.

but you also know how you want to see him. what you’re supposed to see him as. what you’ve tried to limit his role to for so long.

“it’s ok,” he finally says, “i won’t make you say it if it’s that hard. but i know you like this. i know you, remember?”

he grinds against you again, but this time it’s not only once. now he sets himself into a rhythm, consistent swings of his hips against your center.

“i know when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re ashamed,” he says, “i know when you want something, but you’re too scared to ask.”

ducking in, he kisses your neck. you moan in response, putting no effort into suppressing the noise now.

“that’s right, princess. your big brother knows you better than anyone, doesn’t he?” he coos mockingly.

“caleb!” you whine. you internally cringe at both titles, but outwardly, your face still contorts with pleasure.

“what?” he laughs, “that’s what you were gonna say before, wasn’t it?”

“but i didn’t,” you whimper.

“but you thought it, and it’s all the same to me,” he teases.

he refocuses his mouth on your neck again. his lips move over the column of your throat while his cock continues pressing right on your pussy. it feels better by the second. maybe it’s because he’s kissing your neck too, you’re not really sure. all you know is the hot, sparkling feeling in your stomach is building.

nipping at your pulse point, he then sucks on the skin like he wants to leave a mark. his tongue laves at it for a few moments before he pulls off.

“i’m gonna let go of your arms. you’re gonna behave, ok?” he mumbles against your skin.

“mhm,” you whimper and nod. the overt submission feels pathetic, but losing the feeling of him would be even worse.

“good girl,” he praises.

he keeps his word and releases his hold on your wrists. the air feels cool on your skin that’s all warmed up from his hands. now with his other arm in use, he can snake one around your ass and boost your hips. the new angle allows him to thrust against you harder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.

your arms loop over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. more little mewls spill from your lips. you can feel his stiff length sliding right up against your folds through your clothes. every swipe brings a blissful burst of friction to your poor throbbing clit.

“there you go. i got you. big brother’s got you,” he mumbles mindlessly. he chokes out a moan into your shoulder as his hips move like they have a mind of their own.

your body starts to squirm more. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point. you clutch at his shirt, your nails digging in so hard they threaten to tear the fabric. the constant push and pull of his lower half is nearly hypnotic. it seems like you’ll be under him forever while also on the brink of letting go.

after a few moments more, he pulls back to look at you. his eyelids hang low, heavy with his desire for you.

“god, you’re so pretty. so fuckin’ beautiful now,” he says and presses his forehead to yours. his eyes shut while your breaths mingle. “i knew you wanted this too. just look at you. almost falling apart, and i haven’t even really touched you. i knew no one else could do this better.”

all you can do is whimper softly and cling to him harder. you pull on him as if trying to pull him into your body, to meld your two beings into one. the pressure down below feels dull and muted, but it’s blooming nonetheless.

“yeah… you’re gonna cum all over your pretty panties,” he mutters, “get ‘em all nice and wet so i can have some fun with ‘em later.”

“caleb…” you whine, useful words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.

he groans and bucks his hips extra hard. “c’mon. cum for me, baby. let me make my sweet little angel cum,” he murmurs.

it really doesn’t take much to get you there. the friction burn he’s rutting you both into works, and you feel yourself hit the high. euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arches off the floor, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.

the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you like his life depends on it. it’s when you start to come down, that he finally explodes. he buries his face in your neck, letting out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.

his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, chasing the last remnants of release while he spills inside his pants.

when he’s done, his breaths are harsh and labored. he nuzzles the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek and receding off your body. his palm runs over his face lazily.

“fuck, i gotta change now,” he says, not bothering to look down at the dark patch at the front of his pants.

without even really thinking about it, you reach forward for the waistline. you’re already craving more of him. but before your hand can get there, he takes your wrist.

“not so fast, pipsqueak. i think you should actually beat me before i let you have the real thing,” he smirks.

#lads x reader #caleb x reader #caleb x you #caleb x mc #caleb smut #lads smut #love and deepspace smut #love and deepspace x reader #ch: caleb 💌

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fluoneia · 6 months ago

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sypnosis. continuation of pitfighter!vi. vi’s drink at the rink is spiked with something she’d never experienced before. she goes back to the brothel in the hopes of finding you. part 3

warnings. smut (17+), aphrodisiacs, switch (mostly sub)!vi, kind of period sex? idk. no major part of it, lowkey angsty at the end

a/n. oh my gahhh guys u don’t understand how happy i am to get requests you guys r so sweet please leave more !! and GUYSSS i LIVE for sub!vi i’m so happy for this request

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vi never thought she’d get herself so deep into this. into you. she went to babette’s in the first place for a quick release, yet, she found herself enveloped in you. obsessed with you. every thought was about you, about how you made her feel.

but tonight, she had the overwhelming urge to see you. to devour you..

or maybe, for you to devour her?

vi didn’t care. so long as she could return to the feeling you gave her a week ago.

“babette.” vi would husk as she falls into the brothel, catching herself on the desk. “where is she?”

“who, darling?” babette’s eyebrows furrow.

“her. dammit.” vi pushed off the desk, stalking down the hallway. she ripped each and every curtain open, looking for your face, for you. she didn’t care seeing the other girls breasts, she didn’t care seeing the cocks and the horrified faces as she glanced in every room looking for you.

she didn’t understand why. she’d never felt this much desire for a person, but yet, here she was. she wanted you, wanted that feeling she had.

her mind fogs as it fills with images from the week before. she remembered your sweet whispers, the feeling of your hands on her body, violating her, pleasuring her in a way she had never been pleasured before.

vi would never consider herself a bottom. but right now, she didn’t care for titles. she just wanted you.

but, when she doesn’t find you in any of the rooms, her heart yearns. she storms back to the front-desk.

“where the fuck is she?!” vi nearly damn whines. she didn’t understand why she was so desperate.

“violet. who are you talking about?”

“the girl! last week, i was here, and there was a new girl here. where is she?”

“oh, you mean.. y/n?” babette chuckles. “oh, you’re not the first one back for seconds, honey. it seems she made an impression on you.”

vi feels a rush of anger. she knew this is what you did for work, yet, she couldn’t help the raw anger in her heart as she thought of someone else with you, taking those sweet gasps, your moans and words that haunted her thoughts.

vi wanted to be the only one doing that to you. making you writhe, cry. she wanted you to be the only one that did that to her.

“she went home. you can always come back next week.”

“next week?” vi’s breath hitches in her throat.

“she took the week off. you know how this job is, it can be draining.”

and it feels like vi’s breath can’t keep up with herself. she glanced back down the hallway, before snapping her head back to babette.

“where does she live?”

“i’m afraid i can’t give you that information.”

“dammit, babette!” vi slams her fist against the desk. why was she trying so hard? why was she so desperate?

she stills as she hears footsteps behind her. delicate, soft.

“it’s you.” you whisper behind her, and oh, your sweet, sweet voice nearly makes her legs give out.

it’s like everything clicks back together in her head. every nerve comes alive, sending cold shivers down her body, when she hears your voice.

“y/n, honey, what are you doing back?” babette asks you.

“oh, i just came to drop a few things off.” you shrug. your heart beats faster as you feel vi’s eyes on you. you were used to clients coming back, but she was different. she wasn’t like the other clients, vi was.. something else.

you spare a glance at her, and you gasp at her dishevelled state. vi suddenly remembered she never even asked for your name. now, she knew it.

“so, i’d.. id better get going.” you clear your throat, turning on your heel.

“wait—“ vi grabs your wrist, but you pull away. she walked behind you. “wait, wait, just—“

“i’m afraid i can’t be of service to you.” you shake your head, finally stopping. “one of the other girls can take you.”

“i don’t want the other girls.” vi exasperates, “shit— i want you.”

you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

truth is, you couldn’t be of service to her. you were on your period, which is why you were given the week off.

you turn to look at her. she’s heaving, moving closer to you. you see her lips are chapped from the air, and this time her face was clean from the face paint she had on last time.

“violet, i..”

as soon as you said her name, it’s like anything vi had left of any sort of will is gone. she grabs onto you, pressing you back, your back hitting the wall with a thud.

she’s panting. her hot breath hits your lips.

“you need to help me.” vi whispers as she cranes her neck, pressing her face against your neck, breathing in your scent like it was all the oxygen she needed.

“what’s up with you?” your brows furrowed, hands releasing to grab her face and pull her back. now closer, you can see her pupils are blown out.

and suddenly, you remembered rumours of a new drug going out, mostly for couples. because it was an aphrodisiac, and a strong one at that.

“you.. you take drugs?” you narrow your eyes, avoiding her gaze. you never pegged her as the type, but remembering she was a pitfighter, it wasn’t exactly frowned upon in that business.

“what?” vi’s eyes flicker. “no, fuck no, i don’t. i just drink.”

then, you think for a second. you gasp when you realize.

“you got laced.” you peer back up at her. “there’s a new drug— blossom. it’s an aphrodisiac, vi. but.. it’s not specific to make you want certain people, just.. sex. you didn’t have to come all the way here.”

“i don’t care for other people.” she huffs. “fuck, i— i just want you.”

you frown. “that’s just the drugs talking.”

“it’s not the drug.” you feel her nose press again your neck, her breath, her scent. and your mind is brought back to one week ago, when you had the night of your fucking life. you’ve never had better sex.

you suddenly remember her pretty little moans, her body, rough and scarred, but still so beautiful. you never expected for her to be submissive, but that night proved everything you thought to be wrong.

and it turned you on even more that you could have the best of both worlds with vi.

you could have a dominant, rough, teasing girl to give you pleasure. but, she could also submit to you on the snap of your finger, especially now.

all your needs are met with vi. so, why do you want to push her away so badly? fear? fear that this could just as easily turn into something more, and jeopardize your job?

fuck it. what’s one night?

“wha— what is that?” vi says so sweetly, so innocently. you brought her back to your house, and now, she was under your will just as easily as you could get a glass of water.

you eyes scan over her body. bloody, bruised, scarred. her budding breasts, the trail of hair just above where you’ve been purposefully avoiding.

you hum as you run your fingers over the marks on her neck, her breasts. her hands have been glued to you all night, trying to pry every last bit of clothing on your body, to consume you whole, to have nothing but your skin against hers, like how it should be. how it should always be.

“what, you’ve never seen one before?” you glance toward her as you raise the silicone cock toward her.

“i— i’ve.. heard of them.” vi swallows as her eyes follow it.

“think you can handle it?” you jest, leaning back so you could loom over her. you hold the straps over you torso, tightening it around your hips.

her eyes are trained on the harness. it stirs a weird feeling inside of her— she’d never been attracted to men, nor wanted anything to do with their dumb cocks. yet, when she sees you, with that pink dildo that reminds her of her old hair, she wants nothing but for it to be inside of her, deflowering her, taking every last bit of dignity she thought she had.

with you, it all goes away. she didn’t care anymore. she just wanted you.

vi’s hands find your bare back, pulling you against her, lips only inches away from yours. her hands roam your soft skin, clutching onto your stomach, wanting to fuse her body with yours.

“i don’t care if i can handle it.” she muttered, pupils nearly taking over her whole eyes. “give it to me. give it all to me.”

you hum as you press your lips against the corner of her mouth. she gasps, before letting a loud whine from her throat.

“kiss me.” she grasps your face, “dammit, kiss me.”

“isn’t that too.. intimate?”

vi groans in annoyance as she tightens her grip on your face, lips crashing against yours in a fiery, passionate movement.

and you realize, vi didn’t want just regular old sex. she didn’t want to be treated like a whore, like a client. she wanted passion; she wanted you to make love to her.

and you shake the thoughts way with the thought— it’s just the aphrodisiac.

slowly, you let yourself melt against her, melt against her lips. her tongue grazes your lip, just barely, and you take that as permission to let your tongue slip against hers, dancing in a passionate movement for dominance. vi’s hands tighten on your body, grasp at the plush of your thighs, so soft, so delicate.

and she thinks, just maybe, she’s slowly starting to get a grasp on herself again. she remembered— she should be the one in control.

but, then.. the thoughts fade away as soon as they come.

she gasped as you take hold of the silicone dildo, moving to press it against her slick, coating the tip of it in the warmth.

you hum as her will instantly diminishes, vi’s chest heaving at the reminder that right now, she was under your will. under your control.

you pull away from her lips to mutter, “sure you can handle this?”

“i’m fucking sure.” vi grunts, hands gripping your cheeks harder, pulling your lips against hers again. and she thinks, your lips were so soft. scarily soft. dangerously soft in a way that she was scared she’d never be able to leave you— the feeling of your lips, your hands, ever again.

and when your hands press against her stomach, softly grazing against the bruise beneath her rib, she grimaces in pain. but.. she found it even more dangerous that she didn’t want to shy away from the pain, from your hands. instead, she relished in it, and it only aroused her more.

vi’s mind goes into an instant fog as you slowly press the silicone inside her, entering her with a soft pop!

and she cries out in both pain and immeasurable pleasure. her hands roam into your hair, tightening against it as she tries to alleviate the raw pain of the stretch.

you frown as you realize you probably should have chosen a smaller one, considering it was her first time.

but, you grin again as you see vi’s spine arching up, toward you, pushing the dildo in more.

and vi swore she saw white.

“shh, shh..” you whisper, breath trickling down her neck. “you can take it.”

“oh, fuck!” vi’s eyes close as her face tightens fully.

“relax.” you hum against the shell of her ear, hand grazing over her stomach, up, and up and up, rubbing against her breasts. “can’t do anything when you’re so damn tight, vi.” you giggle into her ear. “eyes on me. come on.”

you tap just underneath her eye, against the tattoo on her cheek you could now see without the face paint. it was of her name. a little egotistical, much?

she opens her eyes with a damn whimper, and you swore it was the most sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“that’s it.” you glance at her. the way you were looking at her, so primal, so full of lust, vi swore she could melt into a puddle in her spot. she was so far gone now, she knew that there was no going back.

her eyes train on you, not daring to look away. she finds herself lost in your eyes, and you in hers, so blue, so soft. she was submitting to you with her very own eyes, and you knew that, even without looking at her body yearning for you.

you take the chance at her body relaxing to push your hips forward, relaxing yourself into her until your hips touched hers, your bodies fusing together.

her mouth gapes, her eyes rolling back. oh, she was so far into this hole now.

your hands grab her calves, pressing her back, nearly pushing her down so far her knees could touch her ears with one movement.

and oh, the stretch, so painful, filling her, pressing so deep inside of her unlike anything she’s ever felt.

vi’s hands race to cover her face, a whine escaping her throat as she panted, feeling so, so full.

“what’s wrong, hm? feel too good?” you jest as you lean closer.

vi says nothing. you test the waters by using the new position to press deeper, angling your hips to hit the spot you knew always worked.

in both men and women, there’s always a soft spot that will make them bleed in submission, that will let you fully take control of their head. that’s what you did best.

vi cried out. she knew that damn spot, of course she did, but she never imagined it would be used against her, that someone would hit that spot, and hit it so fucking good.

“thi—! this position..” she mewled, “ts’ too embarrassing.”

and you fucking laugh. “you’ll learn soon that nothing is embarrassing when you’re with me.

“you’ll learn to forget yourself in these moments.” you tease your tongue against her jaw, hands moving to her thighs, pushing her down deeper. “embarrassment doesn’t exist with me. you’ll see.”

as if to solidify your words, you gently pull your hips back, till the dildo was about halfway out, then you slam your hips back against hers. vi cried out, voice cracking at the sudden movement.

“this okay?” you’d whisper against her skin.

vi’s heart nearly melts. even in this moment, so crude to put her in such a lude position, you’re still so damn sweet to her, just like last week.

but, vi can’t respond. she can’t form words. she didn’t remember how, or when she forgot how to speak until the words catch into her throat.

slowly, her eyes open and she nods her head. it was more then okay, it was the best damn thing she’d felt in her entire life.

“i need words, vi.”

“y.. ye—s! it’s okay.” vi sputters, face rushing full of blood, blushing so cutely. you chuckle.

“good.” you smile against her pulse, pressing a soft kiss there. then, you rock your hips back, just barely, before thrusting your hips back in.

you continue at the slow, teasing, torturing and mean pace. you feel vi’s legs shiver against you, her head pushing back into the pillow.

you feel a sound in her throat, against your lips, and she pushes her body closer to yours.

her entire body shakes with each thrust, each push back inside of her, so deep, pressing just barely over that spot each time.

and she realized, she wanted you to be rougher. she wanted you to act like how she treats other girls she sleeps with, how she treated you that one night. maybe that was all she wanted all along— projecting the way she treated the girls because she wanted someone to do that to her.

she didn’t know that until you, you, you, came into her life.

every thought was you. every, single, thought. mind a total haze, she forgets herself. she doesn’t care to be quiet anymore, she doesn’t care to try and stay reserved. she wanted you to do whatever you wanted to her.

and she’d probably let you.. if you weren’t treating her like a damned delicate doll.

“g..” she starts, a wonton moan escaping her lips. “faster.”

“oh?” you grin. “you ready now, huh? all stretched out?”

“ye— ugh! yes, i’m—‘i’m ready.” she grasps onto the sheet beneath her.

“hm, you sure?”

“yes, i’m fucking sure!”

“you’d better watch your mouth, vi. or this is just gonna go slower.” you move to meet her gaze, nose pressing against hers. “got that?”

vi looks like a puppy who’s being teased a treat, being made to do tricks. soft little gasps, soft sounds leave her as she clutched the sheet harder. she swallows, before slowly nodding.

“good.” you say as you nip at her nose, before adjusting your hold on her thighs, propping yourself up.

you tilt back to spit on her already sopping folds, and she bites her lip at the lude gesture.

you slowly, oh so slowly, pull your hips back till just the tip is left inside of her.

then, you ram your hips back against her, so roughly it makes the bed shake.

a loud noise leaves vi. she grips so hard on the sheets she pulled the fitted sheet off the bed, but not paying it no mind. all she cared about right now was getting more of this feeling, more of you.

“fuck!” vi cried out.

you chuckle. then, you begin at a steady, harder, faster pace. your hand lets go of her thigh, letting it drop down on the side of the bed, hand moving to graze over her face.

your hands push her hair back out of her face, clutching it so tightly. vi heaved at the feeling, mouth agape as you press your hips faster, harder, so harsh against that spot she felt like she was going insane.

then, you let go of her hair. and you brush your fingers over her lips, prying them open, pressing your fingers against her tongue.

“wouldn’t want the neighbours to hear, would you?” you had no neighbours. but, vi didn’t know that. “wouldn’t want them to know i’m fucking you so good like this, hm?”

vi doesn’t respond. her eyes are fully gone, concentrated on you, and you feel a soft gag against your finger.

she doesn’t think as she lets her teeth clamp against your fingers, biting so hard because she can’t handle the pleasure, so hard it drew blood.

and the taste of your blood enough was to send her over the edge.

you feel the vibration of her voice against your fingers, her entire body erupting into a shaking mess.

“oh!” your eyes gleam as you glance down, slowing your thrusts, relishing in the glance of the pink dildo slowly staining white.

and your heart leaps as you see her hips pulling away. oh, how hilarious.

“you had me in the same position before.” you husk, “and you didn’t give me mercy. so greedy, aren’t you, vi?”

you let your fingers slip out of her mouth so she can speak.

“god, oh my god!” she gasped, entire body collapsing against your bed. “i-i fuck, god..” her hips drag away from you, stomach jolting from your touch against her stomach.

“so.. wouldn’t it only be fair to give you the same treatment? punish you?”

vi shakes her head violently.

“no, no!”

you still as you see the tear on her cheek.

“no more. no more.” she pants, eyes slowly opening to glance up to you.

you let your eyes close with a sigh.

“oh well. another night.” you snort as you slowly pull the dildo out of her, letting it hang, and resting it on her thigh. “let me clean you up. that sound good, hm?”

vi stares at the ceiling with no response. you snort, before pulling yourself away, hucking the strap off to some random place. vi suddenly looks to you, before roughly grabbing your wrist.

“don’t go. please.” she whispers.

you stiffen at her words. slowly, you relax. and you obey her wishes.

“alright. i won’t.”

vi’s hands travel down your body, hooking around your waist and pulling you against her chest.

even after what you thought was probably the orgasm of vi’s life, she was still a fighter after all, and she was strong.

you let yourself melt against her. her hands graze over your back, body still shaking as she reminisced in the feeling of her high.

“that.. that was a one time thing.” vi suddenly says. she swallowed. “it was just an aphrodisiac. i am not a bottom.”

you pick your head up off her chest, narrowing your eyes at her. she quickly adverts her gaze, biting her tongue, a harsh blushing finding her cheeks. you snort.

“keep telling yourself that, vi. that’s what every stubborn top says after they’ve seen me.”

she makes a tch sound. “whatever. bunch of wimps.”

you giggle.

it was probably around two hours later, and you hadn’t moved from where you two both were. your hands played with her hair.

and you realize, this was the first time you ever stayed with a client after their appointment. and it continued to dawn on you that this probably wasn’t what a client and a businesswoman’s relationship should be like.

“hey, y/n?” vi rasps, her voice laced with tiredness and sleep. “i.. i have to talk to you about something.”

you still. was she.. going to say something bad? good? proclaim love? you’d been in that rodeo before— let’s say, it was the main reason you had left your old brothel in piltover.

you glance toward her.

“yeah?”

“i won’t be coming back.” she stares at the wall as she says this.

you snort. “that’s what they all say—“

“no, i mean.. i mean, there’s someone.” she sighs. you still your hands.

she props herself up. you pull away from her chest to sit up straight.

“someone as in.. someone you love?”

vi glances toward you.

“no. i.. i don’t know.” she shakes her head, avoiding her gaze. “not exactly.”

you say nothing.

“do you want to know the reason i got into pit fighting?” vi stares down at her hands, “well.. a lot of shit has happened in my life. it feels like.. like i’ve never got a chance to take a breath of air before another thing was thrown at me.”

she inhaled. “i.. i was in stillwater prison for four years. got thrown in when i was probably.. sixteen?” she shakes her head.

“so.. you escaped? or something?”

“no. no, uh..” she grimaces, like it pains her to talk about it. “the girl. the.. someone, i guess. she got me released to help her with this stupid investigation. an enforcer.” she chuckled. “stupid girl.”

“we.. she was my first kiss. my first, i guess.. crush, if that isn’t too kiddish. i thought everything would go great after that. then.. shit happened. and, she left.”

your brows furrow. she left? just like that, and she deserves to hold vi’s heart?

“but.. i guess i came to the realization that i couldn’t stay away from her.”

vi’s face tightened as she thought. caitlyn should have been the one she was thinking of while under the effects of that blossom drug. but, she wasn’t. it was you. and that weirded her out. confused her.

“can’t just let all that go to waste, you know?” vi ignored her thoughts. “so, i’m gonna find her. even if.. even if she’s gotten over me. there’s always friends, right?”

you purse your lips. then, you stand. you grab a robe from a hanger and tie it around your body.

“you shouldn’t let your first love plague yourself forever, vi.” you say tightly. “you may never be able to let it go. trying to fix something that’s already broken won’t go as you expect.”

vi says nothing.

“take it from me. i thought i’d loved someone before. but.. it was bad for me. it tried to salvage any relationship i got into because i didn’t want to accept change, that people i thought i’d loved wouldn’t change, would remain in the same spot forever. but, that’s life. people change, for the worst, for the better.. it’s human nature.”

then, i chuckle. “i’m not about to give you a lecture. i’m not your mother. but, just.. think about that before you drop everything for a girl who may have already moved on from you.”

“don’t revolve your life depending on other people’s love. especially if they abandoned you after taking your first kiss.”

“no, caitlyn, she’s.. she’s different. she was grieving. it was my fault—“

“no need to start placing blame on yourself. you can’t control a feeling like love.”

you step toward her.

“cherish that. cherish the way you love. i may not know you, but.. i can tell you have a good heart. if this caitlyn girl is truly who you love, then let it happen.”

“your mind is still young. emotions is all you have.”

you tap her forehead.

“so go.”

vi’s forehead creases as she thinks.

“but.. vi?” you slant your head. you lean back toward her, pressing yourself closer so your noses touched. you brush a hand over her face.

“i know you won’t be able to resist me for long. you’ll be back.”

vi’s eyes are trained on you. her breath picks up, before she suddenly stands, scrambling away from you.

“uh! i, um, i have to go now.” vi swallows, rapidly picking up her clothes and putting them on.

you giggle as you let yourself fall into your pillows.

“see you, then, violet. i hope our time was good for you.”

she spares you one last look, and you swore you’d never forget the gleam in her eyes, the red on her neck and on her cheeks. so adorable.

she stalks toward the door, moving for the handle. then, she stills. she takes a deep breath.

“y/n?” she says softly. “if i.. if i ever do come back. just know, it’s my turn to use that thing on you.”

you feel your breath catch in your throat at that damn smirk.

without another word, she opens the door and slams it closed behind her.

you blink.

“damn, that girl gives me whiplash.”

a/n. said i wasn’t going to continue it, but here we are. um, expect a part three. probably. maybe. 🤗 idk still deciding

for @nobodyknowsimalesbian777 , hope my sub version of vi was to ur liking 😭 sorry it went a little off track of the request i got lost in it

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⊹˚୨ Too Sweet ✮NOT✮ to Spoil! ୧˚⊹ | jjk men

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ choso, kento, satoru, suguru, sukuna & toji × how their sweet sub is treated.

contents: JJK men x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size differences - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - Daddy/sir kink - sloppy kissing/making out - breast fondling + nipple stimulation - thigh riding - squirting - dry-humping/grinding - praising - sex toys - voyeurism (consensual) - face + throat-fucking - [un]protected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - more stuff specified in their respective perspectives - mention of drool/spit and tears.

word count: 6k (yikes, overkill, lol)

a. note: requested by an anon; yahooo, another one of these!!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Kamo Chōsō ⋮ kissing/making out - breast fondling + nipple stimulation + sucking - dry-humping - masturbation (m! receiving) - cowgirl position - pet names (angel, baby, sweetie).

Choso loves to have you close to him, your soft lips meshed with his, his hands roaming inside your shirt to feel your skin while yours grip his tee.

“Haahh, Choso…please.”

“I know, sweetie,” he hushes you with his lips. “I’m right here…Hmm.”

You and your boyfriend were on his bed, two figures in a close space. Choso likes having you at his place, taking this time to enjoy you all to himself. Especially after you two spent time together today, going out on a little outing and enjoying each other to start their weekend. Now, after the sunset on your way home, the two of you use the night to spark more intimate moments.

Choso gropes your chest after sneaking his hands under your bra. The softness of your mounds has him sigh, his slender fingers sinking into the plumpness. The kiss breaks for him to observe as you lift your shirt, the sight having him gulp thickly from what he’s doing to you as you evoke cute noises by the tweezes of your nipples.

“Choso,” you whine, your hands finding his shoulders to grab onto. “Please, keep touching me…”

The brown-headed one nods and steadily descends his face, kissing gently on your exposed chest. You mewl at the contact of his lips on your skin, latching onto them for a second longer for you to shake. Your breath hitches at the feel of his mouth brushing your nipple, mouth agape at the feel of his tongue inching closer to your bud. Slow swishes have you ball your fists until he decides to take the tip into his mouth wholly to suck.

You cry, “Yesss…More, touch me more.”

Choso continues to keep sucking, pleasing you with the flick of his tongue and pushing the nip to the rough of his mouth. The other hand tends to the other breast, and he moans on your body as you sneak to touch the groin of his sweatpants.

Pretty fingers rub on him, feeling the stiffening limb sheltered within getting firmer by the second. You grab hold of it, palming his erection to hear more of his moans. “D-Don’t…!”

“I want it,” you purr as you sneak your hand into the hem of his sweats. “Pleasee, I wanna make you cum…Can I?”

How could he ever dismiss you when you’re asking so nicely? He releases your nipple and maneuvers to lay on his back. The gleeful smile makes him chuckle, watching you remove his sweatpants to throw down to the bedroom floor, along with your frilly skirt and panties.

Choso groans as you bring your bare cunt to his erect penis, pressing it down to his abdomen as you begin to rock your hips to and fro. He whimpers; the touch of your folds has him hanging by a thread. Chocolate orbs stuck to the display of him nestling between the lips of your lower region. Fuck, you felt too good, your slick sticking to him like goo and wetting his shaft.

“Fuck, he sighs deeply. “You feel…so good, baby.”

The comment makes you titter, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your hips move a little faster. He holds you by the waist, sinking to the sensation of you pleasing him with just your labia sailing on top of him. You reach for the tip of his cock and grind your pelvis down, the movement making Choso curl his toes at the feeling on his most sensitive part.

His hips begin to jolt on their own, bucking to match your rhythm to a union. Complying, one of your hands comes around behind you to cup his balls, kneading the testes to evoke your partner to keen.

“Ghhhh, shit, shit,” he curses below you, his fingers clamping onto the skin of your waist as you hump faster. “God, you’re so good at this.”

“You gonna cum?” Your question with batting eyes, increasing the pace with the flex of your abs, a firmer grip on his scrotum. Choso nods hurriedly. “Cum for me, Choso; cum, cum!”

You pamper him with cheers as you go harder and briskly on top of his dick. You felt so fucking good, having shivers crawl up the poor pig-tailed man’s frame. All he can think about is how it would feel once he’s inside you, how tight and warm you’d sense at his solid length. Reminiscing about the familiar feeling of your snug walls swallowing him whole nearly has him choke on his spit.

“—Ahhck!! A-Angel, slow down a b—Mmmm!” There’s no point; you’re too into your thrusts that whatever happens after this is inexorable. Choso laments with quick arches, white substance evicting out of his urethra, falling with force and plaster onto the pale skin of his stomach. The shocks of his orgasm have his body jerking with pleasure.

You witness his crescendo, eyeing where every spurt of his semen is expelled. The raunchy image makes you lick your lips with a bite, your boyfriend catching his breath in huffs and pants.

“Hey, Choso,” he looks to you with such comely, dazed eyes. You remove yourself from him and lay on your back with legs risen, spreading your folds wet and sticky of your come.

“Cum inside me just like, yeah?”

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Nanami Kento ⋮ masturbation (m! receiving) - licking + nibbling oral (m! receiving) - ball fondling + sucking - facials - pet names (baby, honey, love, sweetpea) - cameo: Ijichi (phone call).

He groans. "Baby, not now..."

"Please, Kento, just one time..."

Nanami should've known what he was getting into when he waltzed into his shared apartment. Work is meant to be kept out of his home, his place to relax and bask in the comfort of his leisure. However, he had to hurry and take up a phone call with one of his peers about a pressing issue, only having enough time to greet you with a kiss before pulling out his phone and walking to the kitchen.

He should've foreseen you coming into the frey, making the scenario hard enough to deal with. "Kento."

"Shhhh, not right now, love." He places his hand to brush your cheek. "Gotta take this...Hey, I'm at home. Ready when you are."

That wasn't enough for you; your lips contorted to a tiny frown. Because you're walking to his proximity by the kitchen island, your hands snake around his waist, and he chews his lip as your fingers trim the edge of his belt.

“Ken,” you whisper as you unbuckle him. “You promised.”

“Honey, please, I can’t do it—Mmmm!” You push your hands inside his pants to palm his flaccid dick—not so soft once you start touching him.

“But you swore!” He doesn’t have time for your whining or fingers motioning around between his pants and boxer briefs. “You said I could suck you off the moment you come ho—“

“Not so loud!”

“Huh, Nanami-san?”

Shit! “Sorry, Ijichi,” the blonde man apologizes. “Give me a second.” Nanami presses the mute button on the phone and looks at you with warranted bewilderment. “You can’t be doing that while I’m on the phone!”

You hit him with a pout. “But you promised I could do it!”

“Yes, I know, but—“

“And you’re the one who texted me about having such a stressful day at work,” you cut him off, pressing your body onto his. “I asked if I could help you ease some stress, and you said yes, so…I’m just doing what I’m supposed to.”

“Baby—”

“Please?” You have him stuck to the kitchen counter, unable to leave your side as your hands find his chest. “I promise I won’t be too loud during your call.”

A huge sigh escapes through the man’s nostrils, groaning into his hands as if it’s a big enough shield from your pouting face. However, it’s futile once he sees your pleading eyes, beckoning him to grant you permission for this one thing you wish to do for him. You looked too precious to ignore, the twinge of his heart worsening just for even trying to go against you.

He shakes his head, “…Do it quietly. Understand?” Your facial expression perks to immediate glee, your partner wishing he had his goggles to sheathe you, blinding him. He picks up the phone and unmutes, “Okay, I’m back. What about the proposition brought by Mei Mei and…”

You quietly move on your virtue as he speaks to his colleague, his body still by the counter, giving the advantage to roam your hands around him as you please. The blonde flattens his lips to suppress any suspicious noises that could be caught by Ijichi, especially when your hand returns to his solid erection after pulling his pants down.

Short grunts evade him, making it difficult to stay composed. And you — so daring — decide to kiss the man on the lips. Oh, you were playing dirty, egging him on with a quiet moan that sounded so delightful. His erection gets firmer and firmer, practically sinking into your firm yet gentle touch.

A soft sound leaves your lips after the kiss, and you decide to slide down and attend to his dick and to leave the sand-haired man to concentrate on his call—or at least try to. His pink glans look inviting, feeling his shaft throb under your fingertips. You start by blowing on it, sending shivers up his spine.

“Mhmm, mhmm…Yeah, I agree,” he replies to the other side of the line, his eyes wandering around the kitchen to try and distract himself away from you stroking on his cock so attentively. But then, his free hand grips onto the counter when something wet whisk around the tip of his cock. “Has…Yaga ever told you about Gojo’s standing in this?”

You flick your tongue on his cockhead, slithering up from the underside to the frenulum and sucking the rough skin with smooches. You start slow by sucking in his cockhead, hallowing your cheeks, and loosening your jaw to introduce your warm orally.

The sounds you make to him aren’t avoidable, no matter how hard Nanami tries to focus on Ijichi’s voice; all it does is fade away and enhance your mewls as you suck him off. “Okay…Tha..That’s good. And what about the first years? The mission is sometime soon; should there be anyone—Nnnmph!”

Finally, his mocha brown eyes peer down to look at you—fuck, what a big mistake. You were too focused on him, slurping on his cock before coating him with your saliva and mixing in with the precum oozing out. Then, confidence fuels you to take more of him inch by inch, bobbing your head to form a rhythm where your lips meet the tippy top to the very hilt of his pubes.

“N-Nanami-san?!” Ijichi cries out from the other side. “Are you okay?”

“Gi–Give me a second,” he presses the mute button again to speak with you. “Careful with that tongue, sweetpea.” You peer up to him with hooded eyes, attempting a smile while your mouth is busy with his cock. Shit. “Sorry, I’m back.”

“Is everything all right, Nanami-san?”

“Yeah, I just…stubbed my toe on a chair.” Don’t giggle while you’re sucking on him; the vibrations feel way too good on his lower half. “Anyways, please continue...Hnnnn.”

You remove his dick from your cock and suck on the tip hard, Nanami’s free hand coming to your head to inaudibly warn you. You giggle, trailing down kisses until you reach his scrotum, playing with his testes with laps on of the tongue. Nanami’s barely hanging by a thread, even after you suck on one of his balls until it gets inside your mouth.

“—Khhh, haaah, uh-huh…Got it,” he answered aimlessly, knowing damn well he was not paying close attention to his subordinate’s words. The golden-haired man is too entranced with how you’re working on him, massaging his other ball while you kiss and suck the skin off the other. “Anything else I need to know?”

“Well, actually, there are things concerning the Kyoto School that need…” Poor Ijichi, his words drowning out from one ear and flying out to the next. You were clouding Nanami’s judgment effortlessly, returning one hand to jerk him off and your lips taking the tip for him to the back of your throat. Jesus Christ, your speed was increasing, and hold getting sturdier, his balls and shaft overwhelmed with this much enjoyment. Fuck! I’m close; his hips twitch increasingly, and his breathing is shaky.

“Kento,” your voice captures his attention. “Cum of my face, ‘kay?” You titter before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, a sign that you are ready for him. Nanami licks his teeth; you were too much for him.

Your hands irregularly jerk him off, not skipping a bit as you await his release. The golden-headed man bucks into your hands with your tempo, and his white seed spills out onto your face. He painted your face, sliding into your mouth or landing on your forehead and nose. But you voice no complaints, taking it with grace.

“….And that should be all on that matter. Sorry about having to call you after work about this,” Ijichi says while Nanami pants under his breath, his legs quivering through the aftershocks. “But I shall see you tomorrow, Nanami-san.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning to his touch as he caresses your cheek. You suck on his thumb after he wipes the semen that sticks to your lips, and he chortles hoarsely.

“See you tomorrow.”

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Gojō Satoru ⋮ fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping + pinching) finger-sucking - missionary position - unprotected sex (no release inside, tho) - pet names (baby, cutie, princess) - mention of saliva/spit.

Sweet things were undoubtedly Gojo Satoru’s most favorite thing worldwide.

“Ahhhnn!! Satoruuu, moreee…!”

And you, his sweet little thing, made his teeth rot the most.

If Gojo could get addicted to you, he most certainly would. And trust—he is already.

There are not many people in this world within Gojo’s proximity that he would consider “cute” or “gracious,” especially within his occupation as a jujutsu sorcerer, where hazardous dilemmas and death are nearly daily. But you, his partner, are the pure definition of perfection. He’s smitten, indeed, as you are the most treasured thing in his life with whom he wishes to share good moments and protect within his life.

He couldn’t resist you; if he could break the nation in half for you, he would surely try…However, there are times when he’ll try to break you instead. Why?

“Yeah, cutie, ya like it when my fingers go like this?”

Because you’re adorable—and that includes all sides of you.

Gojo removes his fingers out of your leaking cunt. For the past few minutes, he’s been playing with your folds within the confines of your home. The tall man has been away from you for a while, been itching to touch you—to feel you. That’s why he pulled you in and marched you to your bedroom, kissing you up a storm while unclothing you off your bottoms.

Your figure quakes at the abrupt removal of his digits. “Tahhhh, no!” You whine with scrunched brows. “P-Put ‘em baack!”

“Awww, what’s this?” He tilts his head with a sly smirk; the blindfold hiding the intensity of his gaze doesn’t help. “You like my fingers that much, huh?” A rascally chuckle is caused by how rapidly you nod your head, looking at his hand to see how much of your fluids coats his fingers. “Wow, you’re over here making a mess! Hehe, must feel that good, huh, cupcake?”

“‘Toruu, pleasee…!” You cling to his jacket. “I want them back inside!”

“Ehhhh, but you told me to stop too long ago.” Gojo then takes his fingers to your clitoris. You gasp sharply at the cold, slick-sheeted digits pressing down on your bud, sensitive from the other orgasms prior. “Said that it was too much for you.”

“Mmmm, y-yes, but I am—I was,” you whine at the pinch of your clit. He grinds it with the push and stir of his thumb. “I was…so close!”

He bites his lip; you look too cute when you’re honest, baby. “Well, make up your mind; tell me what you want.”

You gulp as your boyfriend tweaks your pearl, causing quick twitches in your thighs. “P…Please, put your fingers back inside, ‘Toru,” your hips jerk to rub his digits against your vulva and mark more of your essence on him. “I wanna cum on themm…”

Gojo uses his free hand to strip his blindfold off his face, finally letting his royal blue eyes free to view you. “Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers one more time for me?” He teases your entrance with the prints of his middle finger.

Head pounds as you nod your head. “Yess, let me!”

But then, the snow-haired man lifts his eyebrows while straightening up a bit. “You sure? You don’t wanna cum on something else?” He unzips and discards his jacket before unbuttoning his pants. “Something…better?”

Your eyes misty with wanton blink to see what he’s referring to, a silent gasp when you see his erect cock spring out. The curve of his length makes your mouth water, and the precum leaking out of his urethra to the frenulum is breathtaking. You don’t even realize your lips curling into a smile. “Yes, Satoru,” the folds of your labia space apart from spreading the crevice of your ass. “Make me feel better, please?”

Holy fuck, you would be the end of him. Azure eyes narrow, “Such a good princess,” and he coos as he smacks the tip of his dick onto your vagina.

The tip of him taps onto the slit, pushing in with every inhale you take. Your come used as lube makes the introduction accessible, and you squeal once the cockhead makes it inside. As you take Gojo inch by inch, the left curve scrapes your walls, toes curling at the contact. And once he puts all of him inside, you cry at the brush of your cervix.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he coaxes you in hushes, yet he grinds his pelvis down to the hilt. He can’t help it, loving the endearing whines you let out when he touches up on your most delicate parts. “Just let it out, alright?”

He speaks for you as his hips begin to move at a mediocre cadence, not enough time for you to prepare for the onslaught of grazes to your sweet spots and feverish pokes to your womb. “—Nngaah! W-Wait, Sa’oruu; not t’faast—Ahaaa!!” Gojo doesn’t stop, though; he is just constantly snapping his hips with a salacious hum as your walls clamp around the foreign limb ravaging your insides.

Inevitably, you howl with eyes sewn shut as your orgasm comes caving in, your cunt puckering on Gojo’s shaft as you come on him for the third time in a row. He savors the feeling of you tightening around him, thrusting sluggishly to enjoy the moment before he removes to fist himself. Your sticky fluids sheathing his cock collects on his fingers.

“Say ahhh~,” and he brings them to your lips, where you eagerly lather his digits in saliva with your tongue and suck. “Good job, cutie!”

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Getō Suguru ⋮ voyeurism (consensual) - masturbation (f! + m! receiving) - sex toy; wand vibrator - squirting - clitoral play - sir kink - pet names (darling, pumpkin, sweetheart) - mention of drool/spit.

He loves watching you—his all-time guilty pleasure.

Geto sits on the armchair situated by the side of the hotel bed, where you lay with your legs spread and your panties rolled up to your thigh.

Lacy strips of material decorate your body, presenting your boyfriend with the newest lingerie you wish to spoil him with. Matching thigh-high stockings suspended by the garters keep the entire look together—a nice catch for violet eyes to consume.

But not as eye-catching as the commotion between your legs: tiny fingers are toying with your vulnerable cunt, sticking the middle one inside with the help of your slick. Pretty moans slip out of your puffy lips as the pace of your hand goes swifter.

You fingering yourself as your boyfriend watches with a glass of wine in one hand? Geto couldn’t be any higher on a cloud than now.

“Mmmm, ahhhhh,” your eyes flicker to where your man sits and observes. “Suguruu…”

“Mmm? Yes, darling?” He takes a sip of his glass. “You look so good, you know that?”

The comment has you giggling with a light breath, swirling your middle finger around. Geto sees you tease your forefinger inside, loving the way your thighs quirk as you push it in. His eyes are honed at how quickly your come soaks whatever comes in contact.

“Must feel good, too.” He inquires with a raised brow, sneaking a hand down his pants to unfasten his belt and slither into the dark to meet a hard boner. “You’ve been at it for five minutes straight like I told you; good girl.”

“So good,” you purr because of the acclaim. “But, it’s not…enough.”

Geto takes another gulp of the red liquor. “And why’s that?”

It doesn’t surprise him when you swig your head around to look at him properly, eyebrows knitted together. “Please, Sugu…”

“Please, what?” He stands up after setting the glass down, bringing his pants down a bit to have his erection breathe before returning it to his fisted grasp. “Can’t know unless you tell me.”

You ask with quivered lips and a soliciting gaze—you know he knows what you’re talking about, just taking pleasure in the circumstances where you have to beg. “Please, I want you to stick it in.”

Lips curl to a smile, stroking his cock faster. “Stick what in, sweetheart?” He loves your back-and-forth game, seeing your posture slipping with every question.

You point to his dick with your toes. “I want you…in me.”

Ah, yes, your reward. As his sweet thing, Geto promises to care for you when you obey him. And he’ll admit you have done your part exceeding well as always: adorning the lingerie set as a treat, pleasuring yourself in front of him, and wetting your fingers and thighs of your fluid. It all makes him so turned on that you deserve to be pampered.

…However, something was still missing. And Geto knows you’re aware of it, too.

“I don’t know,” he plays coy as he mounts on top of the bed to crawl beside you. “You still haven’t done that thing I always like.”

You plead more with watery orbs. “Hmmm…I can’t do it alone; you do it better…” Your fingers leave your aching slit sensitive and damp. “Please, help me.”

“Oh? You want my help?” Geto takes your digits into his mouth to suck them clean, the sight putting your breathing to a halt. “Ask me properly, then I might give you a hand.” Right as he says that, you jolt at the brush of his middle and forefinger against your unattended clitoris.

“…! I-I,” you swallow spit. “I want you to help me—gasp!”

“That’s not how you ask properly, sweetheart.” He scares you a bit with a threatening pinch.

“…Please, sir,” now that’s more like it. “Please make me cum like you always do!”

A proud scoff leaves him. “Thought you’d never ask,” Geto leaves the bed quickly to retrieve something next to the wine glass. He then requests once he proceeds, “Spread your legs.”

You follow his words with haste, distancing your thighs apart for him to position between. Licking your lips as he rests one leg on his shoulder and turns on the item he brought along, whirring vibrations have you bite your bottom lip.

“Ready?” You eagerly nod, and he descends the wand to your vulva. Your frame jolts at the contact of your clit, meeting the shaking toy surface for a flick of a second. You choke on air and Geto chortles. “Ehhh, but you said you were ready?”

“B-But that was a bit intense…!” Tears begin to pool at the corner of your eyes; your nerves heighten to a peak.

“I know,” he brings the want back to your clit. This time, he doesn’t stop at your screams. “That’s the point. You said you wanted my help, right?”

You knew this would happen, him using the vibrating toy so roughly that you can’t voice out your opinions adequately. Fuuuck!! It was too intense how hard he pressed the wand on your sore bud, circling and grinding to the point that your words transformed into incoherent babbles. Geto bends down, the added weight not making it any better for you to squirm away from him and his antics.

And yet…it feels so fucking gooood!! The added pressure hits your spot efficiently with speed and energy, pleasing shocks coursing through your body through every zig-zag motion. You howl when he brings the toy to your labia; the vibrating surface feels way too good that you’re clamping onto a void nonstop. Drool escapes your lips, as do the tears plummeting down hot cheeks.

“Heh, so fucking cute,” Geto comments to you before claiming your tongue to suck on for you to whimper desperately. Spit exchanged with wild tongues, teeth clashing amongst the muffled mewls and moans between the satisfaction. You slurp on his wet muscle in gratitude, head pounding from all the ecstatic commotion occurring.

Geto then flicks the wand up and toy, hitting both your folds and clit simultaneously, and your eyes travel up to your skull, almost choking on his spit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit—you can feel it. And when it hits you, it hits you hard.

As your orgasm comes crashing down, so does the liquid you squirt out from the stimulation of your glands. The secretion goes around with the help of the toy, continuously gliding across, spraying onto your thighs and abdomen. Geto gets caught in the crossfire, the watery substance plastering onto the wand, his hand, forearm, and cock. Not to mention the sheets of the bed underneath you two.

The onyx-haired man smirks between smooches; there it is. His mouth leaves yours, spit connecting the two pairs of lips from the messy make-out session. Purple eyes take a good long look at the entire thing; your fucked out expression stuck with the trembles of your body—and he couldn’t be even more turned on!

“There you go, pumpkin!”

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Ryōmen Sukuna ⋮ size difference (true form! kuna) - breast fondling - thigh-riding - anal fingering (f! receiving) - cowgirl position - double penetration; anal & vaginal insertion - asking permission - pet names (little plaything, good girl, pet) - mention of pain.

He smirks. “Enjoying yourself?”

You nod your head with quivers. “You feel so…good, my Lord…”

“Hmph. I can tell, making a mess on my thigh like a real fucktoy.”

Sukuna enjoys your company—a hard thing for many to grasp or comprehend in link with the King of Curses. But yes, he seems to like to have you around him, especially when you’re desperate for him.

You were indeed his most precious thing — a rarity as the cursed man doesn’t have the time nor drive to indulge in such trivial items. Yet you seem to have been the exception for such doctrine. It didn’t happen overnight or months, but a miracle did happen for him to find something – or someone – worthy of his attention when he’s in the mood.

And that’s where you come in, his little cherished plaything summoned to his quarters to save him from boredom.

Sukuna lay on his futon with you atop him, straddling his massive thigh between your legs without your underwear on. You move your hips to and fro, gliding your cunt across his skin and covering him with your come. His lower legs kept to your legs so you don’t run away.

Your lips shudder as you sway. “Hahhh, Lord Sukuna…I–I can’t—“

“Hmm? Speak up.” His lips curl to a deeper, devious sneer. “Can’t what?”

“Nnhhaa…I can’t keep going; I’m too—” You exhale through your mouth as your spine jitters from the slight raise of his thigh. “T’ tender…”

“Oh? Is that supposed to swade me or something?” He raises his sole salmon brow in amusement, and your grip on your legs is tighter. “You stop moving when I say so.”

“Y-Yes, my Lord, but—Taahh…!” His upper left arm grabs for your wrists to keep them on his chest, the tongue from his abdomen lick your elbow. “I’ve been doing this for a while…any more, and I could break.”

His expression remains impassive. “What else am I having you do this for?”

“Mmmm, my Lord, please,” your eyes flutter to his comely face, all four crimson eyes fixed on yours. “I don’t wish to cum on just your thigh. I wish to c—oh God…To cum on your cocks.”

Sukuna scoffs; your meek honesty is a tiny bit reputable. “I don’t recall saying you have a say in where and when you can cum. You seem to enjoy my thigh for this long; you can keep it up.” You weren’t prepared for a hand to sneak up to caress your bum. “I don’t think you’re grateful.”

“B-But, I’ve been so good to you all this time!” Do you dare keep questioning him? You earned yourself a finger pushed inside your ass. You better plead your case incredibly. “I’ve come for you this long with no complaints, and I am honored that you gain pleasure from mine…Yet, I want you to feel the inside,” your ears burn from your confession, yet the truth is all you can say. “Rather than the outside.”

Now, he can’t lie; the way you phrased that did spark his interest way more than it intended. But he hasn’t said anything yet, so you continue begging.

“Please, my Lord,” your hips go faster for your sore folds to indulge in the friction, and the finger in your asshole has you sway even more. “Please,please,pleaseee!! I want you…Want nothing but you…!”

Hmph, so pathetic. Your hopeless pleas have the behemoth’s grin grow broader, the thick digit in your butt pushing in and out to the point of you humming. “What a wailing pet I have to deal with...However, you have been good.”His strong hands grab for you to pull you up closer, your stomach brushing one of the cocks standing erect. “Go on, don’t have me do the job myself.”

A curt nod is given to your master as you raise your lower half and crawl further for it to align where his groin is. Your hand grabs for the dick upfront while Sukuna grasps the one below it, and you slowly drop your lower region until his glans kiss your vulva. Inhales and exhales ease your nerves while you push down on the tip, gasping aloud once your chasm swallows it in as the initial pain diminishes slowly with time.

“Good,” A pleased purr rumbles his chest. “Now for the other,” he brings the other tip to your anus, your job maintaining a calm breathing technique as he pushes himself into you. The sting of something foreign entering lasts for a couple of seconds until the second cockhead makes its way inside your rear.

Your mouth is agape as you allow yourself a few moments for your body to accommodate their girthy lengths before Sukuna playfully smacks your ass to attend to him. And so you do, your ass falling sluggishly as your holes occupy with your master’s shafts, venturing deep inside your channels and rubbing on your walls effortlessly have you whimper.

“Little plaything,” he calls you once your butt lays down on him, rubbing his cheek on yours before licking your ear. He whispers, “What do you say to me after letting you have your way?” His gruff voice, so close to your eardrum, lowered to a hush, has your stomach doing knots.

You reply with a trembly sigh. “Thank you…my King,” You look into his eyes as you express gratitude, and his face comes near to claim your lips.

“Good girl.”

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Fushiguro Tōji ⋮ sloppy kisses/making out - Daddy pink - missionary + mating press positions - clitoral play (tweaking and swiping) - breeding kink - creampies - unprotected sex - pet names (baby, hun, mama) - mention of drool/spit.

“Ahhh, haaaahh, D-Daddy—Mmmph!!”

“I know, baby, I know…Fuck, so nice and tight.”

Toji loves the way you take in his cock. His sweet, little things grit their teeth as he stuffs his entire length into your insides, your gummy walls clenching around the girth, stretching you out to the point of toes curling.

Your back pressed down to the sheets of your shared bed, your legs wrapped around Toji’s waist as he plows into your wet cunt, excess come exiting from the union of your sexes stains not only the sheets but the base of his cock. The room is a bit dark yet warm, with only light from the television basking on your naked bodies. Sounds of plap, plap, fill the silence during your intimacy.

His scarred lips latch onto yours, steamy kisses dwelling into a plane of passion by the second with every mewl he takes from your breath. Stuffing his tongue into your mouth overwhelms your senses, orally stimulating your drive to euphoria. And to his pleasure, you suck on his wet muscle, rewarding you with more spasmodic ruts to your vagina.

Toji relishes the feeling of him wanting him, your body reacting to his every touch and soft caress while his lower half puts you through the most nerve-wracking pleasure. He then cruises a hand down to where your clitoris is, tweezing it with his forefinger and thumb. And the scream he drinks is just delectable.

“—Mmaahh! Ohhhhfuuuck,” spit from the kiss trails from your puffy lips to your chin. “T’ muuuch, Daddyyy!! I’m t’ fuuull…!!”

“Yeah? ’S too much?” He repeats with a chuckle, licking your cheek. “But y’re doin’ so well, hun, takin’ my dick like a good girl.” More swipes on your clit have your arms wrapping around his neck to his amusement. “Hnnnng…Wringin’ me out like crazy…”

You wail to his ear as he presses his forefinger on your vulnerable bud. “Ohhhh, feel shoo goood…Gonna cum.”

Words that have Toji’s emerald eyes darken licentiously. “What’s that, mama?” He rubs his hot cheek to yours; he heard what you said perfectly—but it’s satisfying to listen to your shy self repeat yourself.

“D-Daddyyy, pleaseee—Mmmfff!” An abrupt thrust makes you shrill. “Please make me cummm…!”

“Nnnmm! Shiiit, don’t do that,” he hisses at the clasp of your walls on his girth. “Gonna make me knock ya up…”

You whine. Your hand brushes through his nape onto his raven hair. “Give it to me; I want you to fill me up!”

He scoffs. “Yeah? Want Daddy to bust my load inside again,” he grinds his pelvis down to rub on your G-spot. “Gonna be good, and let me fill ya up til’ y’re all fat with a baby?”

“Yessss, Daddy, please, pleaseee” You kiss and suck the skin of his neck, and he whirs. “Make me all fhat with cum, please! I wanna cum—Mmmm!— and have yer baby!!”

“Heh, fuck, y’re driving me crazy…Stay still, baby,” he coos before arranging upright to unscrew your legs, bringing them to your chest before he cages you back with his added weight and pounds into your swollen cunt relentlessly. You howl and scream at the increased cadence, more come spilling down the crevice of your ass with every push of his cock, and his balls smacking your taint frequently.

“Ohhhh!! NnnooohmyGod!!” You throw your head back to the pillow, unable to do anything else but take him, forcing you into submission. The angle aids deeper penetration, having your head pound harder and your eyes stuck to the ceiling. “Yesssss…Harder, Daddy, please go hardeeer!!”

“Haaahh, I’m tryin’, mama,” he grits his teeth, pistoning his cock frantically to have you speaking in tongues. The sounds of skin slapping get louder and louder, furthering the heat exchanged and the erotic atmosphere.

“Ohhhfuckin’shiiiiit…!! I’m gonna cum,” scrapes to your cervix push you to the edge, threatening to shut down entirely as this keeps going on. “I’m cumming, I’m…Ohoooo!”

Black bangs stick to his sweaty forehead, “Me too, hun…! ‘Bout to bust my—Lllmmm!!” Jesus, your tight walls have him in a chokehold, his abs tensing as the inevitable takes place.

Your walls flutter on his cock as your climax comes first to lock you down, shrieking as the tremors rock you to your core. Toji falls second, releasing his semen into you once again and filling you up with his white seed with a groan. He pulls you in for another kiss, saliva traversing through tongues, dancing with each other with shared moans until both bodies relax after their respective highs.

The cool air brings you two back to reality, Toji dismissing his lips away from you to lick the saliva while withdrawing his length from your inner texture and watching the pool of essence exert your hole and slide down to the messy sheets. The sight makes the older man snicker, licking his scar in contentment as you murmur breathless ‘thank you’s for the reward.

“Y’re welcome, mama.”

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