#peep the fuzzy pants

[lacedwithsuguru]

YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE SEEN THAT !

synopsis: your ex-boyfriend, satoru gojo, is caught with his hands in his pants, moaning your name by none other than you. what now?

pairing: fem!reader x slight nerd!jo.

contents: slight hints at nerd!jo/pathetic!jo, semi-angst, language, porn with a little bit of plot, thigh kink, masturbation, shameless dirty talk, fingering, slight dacryphilia, eater!gojo, overstimulation, some very cheeky noise control, spitting, size kink, manhandling, breeding (use protection peeps!)

wc: 7.5k (sorry.)

absolutely not proofread.

!repost! divider credit to @mikeykuns

“Fuck,” he groans through quivering lips, eyes fluttering his wispy, snowy lashes and threatening to shut. He’s perched over his desk, vision growing fuzzy and trying to make out the image resting idly on this desk.

It’s you. Or your thighs, more like it.

His hand is wrenching his shaft, a slow up and down movement he wishes was your cunt, fluttering around him. There was no way in hell he could possibly mimic the feel of your gummy, warm walls that had always managed to threatened to milk him of every. last. drop.

But you’d broken up with him. And it’d been months since he’d last spoken to you, occasional glances towards each other in the halls that would leave you flushed and fidgety and his heart aching.

He remembers when he’d snapped this photo, on a date where he couldn’t keep his eyes off your bare and plush thighs below the hem of your skirt, resting in his passenger seat. “A photo’d last longer,” you teased, then grabbed his camera and did the work for him.

He knows he should’ve deleted this, out of respect for you. But he couldn’t do it. Erasing any memories of your time spent together—it was impossible for him.

So now all he could do was jerk himself off, biting his lip and gripping the armrest of his chair in his dorm room after attempting to study and giving in to the constant twitching of his dick everytime he thought of you. Even if it was mid-day and anyone walking in the halls outside his dorm could hear him. Fractured moans of your names would echo off his walls as he pictured your tongue slipping over his bottom lip before he’d push his own pink and warm muscle into your mouth.

He felt like some twisted pervert, a peeping Tom at your intimate image, utterly obsessed with his ex girlfriend in degenerate ways.

But the taste—your taste… it was unforgettable. 

The sound of your voice as you pleaded for him to go faster, go harder, or even when simple whimpers were all you could muster as he pounded into you.

The mere thought had precum leaking from his slit and rolling down the veins of his pink, angry length. His grip tightened, slender fingers and veiny hand squeezing for that sweet relief.

Tossing his head back onto the headrest, he imagined trailing his fingers down the skin of your waist, gripping it and plowing down into you. Your small fingers would make their way onto his shoulders, his back, his forearms to mark him and claw for any sense of mercy from his ruthless pace. 

He knew you loved it, though.

He could hear you calling out his name as that familiar coil tightened in his gut, spinning and spinning—

“Yes, baby… ngh, m-my girl I’m fuck I-I’m so sorry…” he whimpered out, pure lust rolling off his tongue.

“Satoru…”

His eyes flipped open and he could feel his heart skip a couple beats. That voice… it wasn’t in his head.

With slow deliberation, Gojo turned his head to the doorway.

And there you stood. Hand on the doorknob to his door, still wearing your uniform, a few bundles of paper and books in your other hand and your jaw slacked.

But your eyes weren’t on his, or the violating display and mess in his lap. No, it was on his desk.

Pretty and innocent orbs bearing onto the printed out image of your thighs on his table, along with a few ropes of his seed decorating the snapshot from his previous rounds that night.

Your breath quickened and he could see the way your mouth trembled to say something, anything. That was when your eyes welled up and Gojo felt his heart drop. Ripping your gaze from his desk, you walked the books you had in your trembling hands to his bed and turned around to his doorway.

With your back turned to him, you murmured, “Professor w-wanted me to drop these off since you… uh missed lecture for your meet.” Gojo had been busy with his two out-of-city tournaments, matheletes and basketball, this past week and was only now catching up. 

Before he could respond, you stepped out of the room, a small sob leaving your lips, and shutting the door behind you.

Gojo felt a lump rise in his throat, and swallowed hard. Shame and embarrassment washed over him, along with regret for making you see that. You must hate him now, which was all he could think. 

He needed to fix this. 

Scrambling to shove his cock back into his sweats, he hurried to the bathroom to wash his hands and threw the door open, practically ran out of the dorm room and down the hall, frantically searching for you before you could disappear.

He spotted your retreating figure near the stairwell door, before you walked inside, forearms wiping at your face.

Following suit, he ran in and called your name at the top of the steps, panting slightly.

You turned your head, looking up at Gojo with wet eyes. His grip on the knob tightened, his knuckles nearly turning white.

With your heart rate thrumming in your ears, you found yourself frozen as he neared you, walking down the steps until he stood on the one right above yours and towered over you.

His fresh scent wafted into your nose, a smell you’d missed dearly that made your nose twitch. When you had broken up with him, you didn’t give him any explanation as to why. Just simply stating that you had lost feelings and wanted to focus on school.

Of course, anyone who knew Satoru Gojo knew that he wouldn’t let it end there. He had pleaded and begged and bothered you for weeks until you flat out told him that you were disgusted by it all. It wasn’t true, not one bit. Every inch of you craved him, wanted—no, needed to be with him.

But after the secret meeting with his parents, they had made it very clear what kind of future they wanted for their son. Not one with a girl who had no societal standing, a mere student at his university. He was promised to the daughter of another major corporation and for a merger to occur, the sole heir of Gojo Group, he must marry their daughter. 

Gojo had fought it with his parents, day in and day out, and one day they just gave up. He told you that there was a possibility that he was free to avoid this arranged marriage. Until his parents practically threatened to make both your life and Gojo’s life, a living hell. They would make the two of you hate each other. All unbeknownst to Gojo.

So you stepped away. You let yourself distance from him, pushing yourself to believe that this was for the better and he would be happier in that arranged marriage. Allowing Gojo to think you wanted nothing to do with him.

But as he neared you now, you were scared he could see the small ways your body betrayed you—your hand twitching to touch him, your pupils dilated, goosebumps prickling your skin and your mouth parting just slightly, enough for him to hear your soft breathing.

He sounded out your name, his eyes darting between your left and right one’s. “I’m so sorry you had to… I’m sorry. Jesus, I didn’t mean for you to see that,” he breathed out, fingers twitching in need to come to your side and gently caress you.

When you had walked into his room, the sweet sound of his moans filled your ears and the display before you had a familiar feeling pooling in your gut. He was an idiot—he hadn’t even noticed that he had left his door unlocked, which you had twisted open after a few unanswered knocks, nor did he notice you standing there and of course he was too stuck in his fantasies to hear you calling out his name a couple times.

But when your eyes landed on his desk and the name trickling from his plush, cherry and wet lips—your heart nearly stopped. That picture… you remember taking it. And here he was, pleasuring himself to the thought of you. Touching himself in some fantasy and imagining doing god knows what to you. 

You’d never seen him like this. This distraught and frantic, milky strands of his locks sticking to his forehead and Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He looked carnal, primal. The grunts that left his mouth rippled immense pleasure over your body and you relished in it. You missed it. 

And then that familiar wave of guilt washed over you. You had broken his heart and left him to pick up the pieces. It was obvious he still felt for you after all these months of you avoiding him. 

Calling out his name to announce your presence, you weren’t expecting the feeling to be bitter on your tongue, making your gut twist. You had no right to intrude like this, eyes welling up in an undeserved longing.

He looked flustered and you set the books you had forgotten you were holding onto his bed before hurrying out. 

The tears came faster than you expected, feeling as if your heart was beating too loudly in your ears and you held back your sobs.

Yet, he followed you out into the stairwell. Why? Was he upset that you had intruded so rudely? Or maybe he had something to say to you after all this time—pent up anger and frustration to release onto you.

But no. Right now, his face searched yours in what looked to be worry, concern painting his expression and he even lettered an apology?

“N-no,” you mumbled and you saw the way he flinched, hearing your voice again. “I shouldn’t have just walked in… ‘m sorry.”

He turned away from you, wrapping his hand over his nape and sighing. “Didn’t mean to make you cry. I honestly didn’t think I’d get to talk to you again… I wish it’d been on,” he coughs and scratched his head, “better circumstances.”

You looked up to meet his gaze and saw a gentle, familiar smirk creeping upon his lip. He found this funny? You couldn’t help but mimic his expression, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. 

At the time, you had no idea how much hearing your laughter healed him.

“Maybe better circumstances could’ve been you finishing,” you teased, feeling your cheeks flush at the dirty comment.

His brow arched and he slid his hands into his pockets, head tilting and studying your expression. “You don’t mind that I… get off to you?”

The heat that pooled in your cheeks only got warmer, hearing his low voice make such a lewd comment. “N-no, not at all. I really don’t mind. I didn’t even know you still had any pictures of mine,” you rambled, lowering your gaze to your fidgeting fingers.

“Like hell if I’d delete anything of yours.”

Your head snapped back up to meet his gaze, his eyelids low as he watched you. What the hell does that mean?

“You didn’t?”

“I meant everything I had told you back then. That you were my one and only. Even if you don’t want me…” he trailed off, lifting a hand to your face and your breathing stopped. Using those slender fingers of his, he curled a strand behind your ear and you leaned into the touch, a whimper nearly leaving your throat at the action. “I’ll only ever want you.”

Every nerve in your body was on fire, feeling your knees nearly buckle at the touch of his you so dearly missed.

“Please,” you pleaded out breathlessly, eyes shutting as you nuzzled your cheek into his hand. Tears welled in your eyes as your fists clamped shut, your entire body now remembering its resolve. “Forget about me.”

“No. I don’t know where I went wrong, my love. Fuck. I’ll die before I do that. I just need to fix whatever I did and then you’ll want me again… I’ll figure it out.”

How did he look so handsome when he sounded so toxic? So needy.

Moving your cheek from his hand, you turned away and bit your lip so hard you nearly tasted copper. “I’ve already forgotten all about you. Save yourself the hurt and just… do the same.” Despite your nerves, your voice steeled itself and came out even colder than you’d expected it.

He placed his hand onto your forearm and squeezed, firm but gently, as his gaze pierced through your back. “That’s a fucking lie and we both know it.”

“I can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep doing this. It’s exhausting and,” you felt your voice cracking as you imagined all the nights you’ve sobbed yourself to sleep due to the aching in your chest, a corroded hole that wouldn’t stop bleeding. “It doesn’t matter how either of us feel. W-we can’t be together,” you spat, refusing to meet his gaze. 

His chest heaved, confusion and anger bubbling to the surface at your stubborn resolve. “Who the fuck says we can’t be together?” His growl made your stomach twist.

You couldn’t reply. You’ve already said too much and mentally slapped yourself for it. You couldn’t tell him that his parents would never give him the blessing of your relationship, so you kept your mouth shut. 

But this was all news to Gojo, there had always been a piece of the puzzle missing and he was only now realizing where he could start to make sense of the bigger picture. 

He spoke out your name in such a flat and dry tone that the guilt in your chest only blossomed. “Who the fuck said something to you?”

Before you could reply, someone had pushed the door open at the top of the steps and you wrenched your hand from Gojo’s grasp, basically pushing him away.

Quickly wiping your tear stained cheeks with your hands, you turned to meet his gaze with a whisper. “Goodbye, Satoru.”

And with that, you hurried back down the stairs and out of the stairwell. You had left Gojo standing there in confusion, his heart and mind racing with pain and confusion.

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Gojo spent the next couple days, attempting to track you down. However, you, ever the avoider, managed to slip from his predatory search and basically locked yourself in the confines of your friends dorm room.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?”

Stuffing your head into her pillow, you let out a loud sigh and kicked the bed.

“Because, Shoko, I know what he’s like. He won’t just… roll over and accept his parents saying no to us. He’ll make sure to never leave my side, he’s stubborn like that and it’ll make it hard for the both of us. I can’t turn him against his family.”

“You’re stubborn just like him. S’like you were made for each other,” she drawled, tapping away at her phone without even sparing you a glance. 

Propping yourself up in your side, you watched the way her lips curled up at the device illuminating her face. “Who’re you texting all giddy?”

“Utahime,” she stated plainly, waving her phone in your face then going back to texting her.

“And you say I’m stubborn,” you whined, laying on your back and staring at your ceiling. “Why don’t you just ask her out, you idiot?”

“Because, stupid, there’s a system to it. A method to my madness. I’ve got it all planned out and it’s gonna be a night to remember.”

She continued to ramble about her marvelous plans at swooping the shorter girl off of her feet and they made you a tad bit jealous, melancholic even. Your mind rolled back to the day Gojo had asked you out, inviting you to one of his basketball games where he made the winning shot then pulled out a giant poster in front of the entire gym reading “I’d love to be the star player in your game of love.”

Everyone talked about it for weeks to come and you couldn’t help but relish in it. Gojo had a way of making you feel like the only girl in the world.

“Knock knock. Anyone home?” Without you noticing, Shoko had made her way over to you and was tapping your skull with her knuckles, making you swat her hand away. “What’s got you so focused you can’t hear me yelling at ‘cha?”

You shook your head, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

She waltzed over to her desk and grabbed her bag that was slung over the chair. “I’m staying at Utahime’s tonight. So you get the dorm to yourself, you don’t need to go back to yours. I know you wanna, like, avoid him at any cost.”

You nodded your head and gave her a soft smile while she watched you, a bit of careful concern washing over her face. “You gonna be okay?”

“Mhm! I’ve got my manhwa and my snacks. I’ll be perfectly fine. Make sure to use protection!”

The last comment had you giggling and her slithering out of the dorm room with a final goodbye.

The next couple hours, you tossed and turned in Shoko’s bed, flipping through the pages of your manhwa and snacking on your pretzels. Once it had neared midnight, you realized you hadn’t brought any pajamas or skin care this morning so you slid a pair of sneakers on and left the dorm room.

Shoko’s dorm was only a few blocks from yours. The walk over was quick and you hurried up the steps to the second floor and into the hall where your room was.

As you neared, you noticed a figure propped up on the floor outside of your room. You warily slowed down and squeezed your eyes to make out who was so close to your room.

“Shit,” you murmured, realizing who it was. But before you could turn around, his head popped up and those cerulean orbs connected with yours. His face looked tired, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Yet, he jumped to his full height and made his way towards you in the short hall. 

You couldn’t escape now. He would just chase you down. For now, you’d just have to figure out a way to push him away.

He stopped before you, those beautiful ocean eyes of his assessing you. “Are you okay? Where have you been?” That velvety, low voice of his was laced with a concern that guilted you. He was worried?

“At a friends,” you mumbled and looked past him, wondering if you could outrun him to your dorm.

His hand twitched as his gaze made its way down your casual outfit. “…Your boyfriends?”

Your head nearly snapped to match his gaze, basically ogling as he anticipated the worst. “What?”

“Do you have a boyfriend? Is that who you’ve been staying with these past couple days?”

Your eyes observed that familiar jealous glint he got, the clenching of his jaw and the furrowing of his brows.

Maybe if he thought you had a boyfriend then he would move on, leaving you in his past.

“Y-yes. I’ve been… staying with him.”

He let out the most twisted scoff you’d ever heard, turning his head and gritting his teeth. You’d never seen him this angry before, his eyes glowing with a murderous intent.

“Does he make you feel better than me?” He asked, still not meeting your gaze.

“W-what?” How were you supposed to answer this and what exactly did he mean?

Slowly turning his head to meet your gaze, you felt your body tremble under his frustrated expression, the rage nearly radiating off of him.

“Does he fuck better than me?”

Your mouth nearly went slack, trembling as you struggled to answer. What were you supposed to say?

He let out a tsk, along with a bitter laugh. “S’what I thought,” he drawled, inching closer to you. You stepped backwards as he preyed on you until your back hit a wall.

Lifting a hand, he placed it beside your head and leaned in. You could hear his inhale as he breathed in your scent. His exhale was shaky, as if he couldn’t tolerate letting it out. “Baby…”

You didn’t mean to let out a whiny “mhm,” as if he had commanded answer from you, or you had missed the endearment.

“Can I touch you?”

When he had cornered you against the wall, you had shut your eyes in instinct, too afraid of his close presence and how it would make you act. But now, they fluttered back open and you had full view of his gorgeous features. 

Greedily, you took them all in—his snowy and silky hair you remembered the feeling of under your tight grip, those lovedrunk, blue eyes of his that unraveled you under his gaze, those lips you missed kissing until you couldn’t breathe, that jawline you’d caressed whenever he’d touch you, that throat of his you remember leaving spotted with lovebites, oh the list could just go on.

Gojo enjoyed watching you watch him, letting yourself go possibly for the last time. And if it was for the last time, he’d be okay with it. He couldn’t let understand why you didn’t want him anymore but he would allow you to come back to him for whatever you needed from him.

You nodded slowly, a gulp rippling down your throat as your hands came up to his chest and rested there.

“Touch me.”

The words that trickled from your lips went straight to your ex-boyfriends cock, blood rushing to his erection and creating a tent in his slacks.

His eyes trailed down to your lips and he let out a breathy exhale as you so greedily savored in his scent you dearly missed. The lingering fragrance of his signature body wash, fresh and cloying like the sweets he had always consumed.

“Yeah?” His voice was low and sultry as he lifted a hand to your waist, his fingers ghosting over the dip. Your back curved just slightly, arousal rippling through your body and trembling from his light touch.

Your gaze was glued to his lips before sliding up to his eyes and you had to stifle a whine. With low lids, he was watching you with such a fervor that looked almost primal. Like a tiger that’d been starved for days and planted its eyes on its newest meal.

“Where do you want me to touch you, baby?” Those simple words blossomed a heat in your chest, your heart thrumming in your ears as your lust began to take over.

You knew you shouldn’t—it would be wrong to give in again when you knew the two of you wouldn’t work out. The thought alone was enough to well tears in your eyes.

“Hey, look at me.” With his slender fingers, he lifted your chin to match his gaze. Leaning in, he breathed gently against your lips, “Don’t think too much.”

That was enough for you to push forward and crash your lips against his, wrapping your arms above his shoulders. Your small fingers found their way into his snowy tresses, running your digits across the familiar silky feeling and tugging him closer.

He took the chance to lift you up, his large hands finding their way to the underside of your plush thighs. Wrapping your legs around him, you didn’t mean to let out a moan into his mouth when his crotch rubbed against your clothed sex.

“F-fuck,“ Gojo said, bowing his back ever so slightly at the contact that only made him more sensitive. He took the chance to push you against the wall and his fingers gripped against the flesh of your ass.

Your tongue always found its way pushing into his mouth, attempting to fight for dominance and losing every time to his. He found it cute and the thought that you haven’t changed had his heart beating even harder against his ribs.

“N-not here, ngh,” you whined out, pulling from the kiss and looking around the empty hall. Gojo grinned, eyes never leaving your flustered figure. Your cheeks were flushed and there was a bit of saliva on your lip. 

Leaning in, he licked it away and chuckled. “Still not a fan of the whole exhibitionist thing?”

Slapping his arm, you felt the heat creeping up your neck and a frown crossing your face. “Put me down.”

He pouted but agreed, letting you down gently and towering over you. Digging into your pockets, you pulled out your keys and walked around your ex-boyfriend to unlock your door.

Pushing it open, you shoved your hands into your pockets and signaled with your head that he could come in. 

As he carefully entered your space, his eyes flickered around your dorm room that had changed quite a lot since he’d last been here.

When the two of you first started dating, your room was adorned with soft pastels and colors, along with plenty of pretty decor. He knew what a girly girl you were at heart.

But now, as he stepped in, he’d barely recognized the space. It was darker, with blackout curtains and lacked the color it initially had. There was little vibrancy and it seemed you’d gotten rid of a lot of things.

“You plannin’ on transferring?” He teased, though the underlying concern in his tone didn’t go unnoticed. The sight would have anyone wondering if you were in the process of moving out.

“No, I just…” you trailed off, feeling a bit vulnerable under his gaze. He peered around your room with his hands clasped behind his back and studied his surroundings. You began fidgeting with your fingers as he turned to look at you. “…Got sick of all the color.”

He raised an eyebrow, walking over to you as those blue orbs flitted over your figure. “And why’s that?”

You shrugged, unable to look him in the eyes as he loomed over you.

“Talk to me, baby.”

Your eyes welled up, but you blinked the tears away rapidly. A hand stroked the top of your head before resting against the back and tilting your head upward.

Gojo could feel his heart twist, seeing the saddened expression on your face, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

The words tumbled from your lips quicker than you wanted them to, “I missed you.”

You could hear the way his breath hitched, pupils dilating and darting between your left and right eye. There was an unreadable expression flickering across his face as if he was thinking something through—before he leaned downwards and placed another kiss against your lips. This kiss was different, it was less needy than before—instead laced with a heavy longing that pulled tears from your eyes.

Cupping your cheeks, his large hands rested on the sides of your face and angled your head upwards for more access to your mouth that trembled against his.

The tears trailed down your cheeks, and Gojo could taste salt on his tongue. Your small hands found themselves against his bulking biceps, squeezing for some semblance of stability. He walked you backwards, until you felt your bed against the back of your knees, making you sit down.

With the kiss now broken, your wet eyes looked up at Gojo who looked at you with an unreadable expression. His hand continued to stroke your hair as he took in your beautiful form. “You wanna do this?”

You nodded your head, refusing to break eye contact as he brushed his thumb over your cheek to wipe away a tear, then pushed that digit between your parted lips.

Pressing down on your tongue, you held back the need to gag. 

“So pretty and messy f’me, ‘n I haven’t even done anything yet.” Those cerulean orbs of his flickered across your tear-stained cheeks, puffy eyes, quivering lips and the sight only made him harder.

He continued to press down and your hands found themselves against his wrist as a gag left your lips.

His other fingers cupped your chin and pushed you down until your back hit your comforter, rolling your tongue against his thumb.

You felt a cool touch slip under your hoodie and find its way to the hem of the sweatpants you were wearing. Tugging them down, Gojo left your bottom half in only your panties.

You could hear a scoff leave his lips as your eyes glossed over with lust, boring into the ceiling. “You get this wet for him?”

With furrowed brows, you glanced your head down at Gojo who was staring at your lower half. The flush in your cheeks only got worse as you attempted to shut your legs and he used his free hand to push your thighs open with consecutive tsks.

Seeing you like this, something in Gojo’s head clicked.

“Ya’ know, you don’t gotta lie about having a boyfriend,” his hot breath warmed your panties and just then you could finally feel just how soaked you were.

This whole ordeal felt embarrassing—it was like he could see right through your facade but you were adamant about keeping it up. “M’ not l-lying,” you whined after he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pushed your legs further apart, causing you to squirm against his firm grasp.

A curious finger of his trailed up on the wet spot through your panties and you let out a stifled gasp, arching your back and gripping your sheets. 

“S’ not what she’s telling me,” he groaned, his voice an octave lower and practically growling into your clothed cunt.

“Shut up,” you attempted to spat but it came out breathy, wriggling yourself to free yourself from his grasp. He let out another patronizing laugh and removed his hands from your thighs.

You finally looked down after being too shy to meet his gaze, then seeing him walk over to your bedroom door to lock it.

An audible gulp of yours echoed through your room, finally understanding the situation you had gotten yourself into, as he turned back to you, feeling the pure lust rippling off of his form. He towered over you again, tugging his shirt off and handing it to you.

“Can’t have you bein’ too loud. Bite into this if you gotta,” he smirked down at you, knowing you were gonna, and kissing your jaw gently before trailing a hand down to your panties and working them off with such a teasingly slow pace. While he did so, he admired you, white locks dangling from his head and framing him so beautifully. 

Your hands found themselves up to his hair and tried to pull him up to your lips but he wouldn’t budge. Your hazy stare found his eyes hovering over yours, a confused and somewhat fucked out expression already painting your face.

Before you could ask why he wasn’t doing anything, cold fingers found themselves brushing your entrance and pushing into you.

Your mouth dropped into a sweet o shape, one that Gojo mimicked with a mischievous grin, breathing out with you as you did. “Still tight as ever, huh?”

A loud moan echoed through your room as those 5-inch long double digits plunged even deeper, finding your sweet spot, the same area he’d discovered the first time he had you like this. 

But before the pleasure could continue, those digits pulled themselves out and an empty whine left your lips. 

“Tch. What did I say? Y’don’t need the entire campus to remember how good I make you feel, hm?” He grabbed the shirt you had tossed aside in a frenzy and held it to your face. “Bite.”

And that’s what you did. His commanding tone had you clenching around nothing. Your teeth clamped down on the cottony fabric, the scent of him enough to have your eyes glaze over once more. 

“Good girl,” he drawled out, leaning up to place a kiss to your forehead before inching his fingers back in. Your gummy walls clamped down on the intrusion, your juices oozing out and drenching his hand.

“Mmm, how’s that feel sweetheart?”

All you could do was grit your teeth down into the fabric to mask your whines and moans. It was hard for you to keep quiet—Gojo remembered and loved it. He relished in the thought that he could overstimulate you from barely working you open and you were always so loud.

Your lack of response only made him all the more feral, pushing those slim fingers further into you and you let out the most sultry whine into his shirt he’s ever heard. Drool trickled down your chin, his scissoring fingers nearly pushing you to the edge.

The last time you’d spent the night with someone, it’d been with some asshole you met at the bar and he gave you a total of 10 seconds of foreplay along with orgasming inside of you with a rubber after 3 seconds. 

You’d thus been celibate. 

So this treatment, after nights spent with your hands in your panties and moaning your ex-boyfriends name to yourself, you’d sorely forgotten just how good he really made you feel and how you lacked at mimicking his hands. 

Gojo knew it too. He called bullshit now—with his newly learned information giving him the justified confidence of working you like this. 

A coil began knotting in your gut, finding yourself lifting your hips to match his speed, the heel of his hand slapping against the hood of your clit. Your fingernails clawed against his back, leaving red marks as you neared your high, jaw tensing.

While you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Gojo leaned down and sucked on the exact spot he knew would have you seeing stars, his snowy tresses tickling your bare skin. His free hand found its way up your hoodie and began kneading with your buds and squeezing the mounds. Those thighs of his pushed the underside of yours so wide, keeping you nice n’ spread for him. 

You had no idea how he was stimulating all of these spots at once but all you knew was that you were close, and he did, too.

Before you could gush all over his fingers, he swiftly pulled them out and lifted himself off of you. He wasted no time pulling your hoodie off of you and tossing it to the side with haste. He moved down and angled his head between your thighs once more, admiring the mess he’d created.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he groaned before nudging his face between your folds.

A stifled yelp left your lips, quickly grabbing his shirt and covering your mouth once more, preparing yourself to keep quiet. You could swear, through the daze of lust, that you could hear him whisper “all mine” into your sex.

Like a man deprived of water, he began lapping up at your juices messily, his tongue diving in and out of your folds with vicious tenacity, slurp sounds resonating through your room.

“You, ngh, taste as good as I unh… remember.”

Your free hand that wasn’t muffling your moans found its way to Gojos hair, unsure if the overstimulation wanted him to delve deeper or to get away. 

He pushed his wet and long tongue through that ring of resistance.

“F-fuck… ‘Toru,” you whined through his shirt, and that had his tongue pausing. He pulled away and met your needy gaze, your juices mixed with his saliva dripping down his chin. He pulled the shirt from your mouth like a madman and tossed it.

“Say that again, baby.”

You blinked, an innocent confusion on your face before he began ravaging you once more.

“Slow mnh… slow d-down,” you gasped, eyes widening at the sudden stimulation.

“Not mmmf… till… you say that… fuck, again.”

His tongue made one long languid strip up your throbbing core that had your thighs going weak, to which he brought them over his shoulder. His nose nuzzled against your bundle of nerves that had you nearly pulling his hair out . “R-right t-there mmmf.. ‘Toru!”

His fingers slid back inside and pushed against that sweet spot, and with a bite of those canines over your clit, it was enough to send you over the edge and releasing your pleasure through a strangled and broken scream of his name once more. 

Those dexterous digits continued to work you open, riding out your high on his fingers and face and releasing an ocean of juices along the lower half of his face. Once you’d calmed down, he pulled away and slipped those fingers into his mouth, the lewd display making you twitch.

“Sweet as a cupcake,” he compared, teasingly licking his fingers and winking at you. The view made you giggle and cover your flushed and sweaty face.

“Oh, come on… you don’t want a taste?” Pulling your hands from your face with his, the admiring smile on Gojo’s face made you obediently drop your jaw with a grin, to which he spit in. “Swallow.”

Gojo loved how obedient you were, towering over you and brushing a hand over your forehead to remove the stray hairs. Placing a hand on your waist, he watched you and another grin tugged at his lips. “Sweetheart, you will never fail to astonish me with your beauty.”

The sudden confession had your eyes widening as a familiar knot now spun in your core, your pussy clenching around nothing. “Toru’…” you trailed off, eyes searching his.

“Yes, my love?” The endearment had your mind spinning with infatuation and lust, as if your eyes could gloss over again.

“N-need you,” you breathed out, angling your hips to his clothed crotch.

At your confession, Gojo wasted no time slipping his slacks and boxers off and your gaze flickered down to his length, eyes widening at his angry, pink and pale shaft. You remembered your ex-boyfriend was massive, but seeing it again after all this time was truly shocking.

“Don’t worry, we’ve made it fit before,” his cheeky comment came out breathy as he rubbed his tip against your drooling folds, mixing with his premature cum and slipping around. Your hips lifted to push against his dick, attempting to slide him in.

A stifled gasp left Gojo’s lips, lashes fluttering, as he finally pushed forward, barely an inch in as he squeezed your hips with such a grip that you were sure you’d have bruises by tomorrow.

“F-fuck, you’re, mmnh, so tight…” Did you just make Gojo stutter? Yes. Yes you did. You were the only person to have the smartest and richest person on campus stutter.

You brought your arms underneath his and hugged his body to yours, his forearms falling beside your smaller frame. The size difference between the two of you was previously forgotten, as you gazed directly into his neck as he shoved himself deeper. To stifle your moans that were increasing in volume, he brought a hand up to cover your mouth and finally bottomed out.

A scream was muffled into his hand, the stretch so painful but so good.

“Doin’ so g-good for me, m’angel,” he breathed out, his meaty tip kissing your cervix. He was so deep in you, your eyes widened as you nearly choked on your breathing, his cock shoving into your lungs.

Through his painfully slow thrust, he noticed you’d grown quiet, lifting his wet palm from your lips, drool trickling down your cheeks with a fucked out expression. He was nervous you were on the verge of passing out.

Just gently, he tapped your cheek and halted any movement inside of you. “Baby, breathe. Look at me.”

Your eyes glossed over to him as your chest began lifting in breaths again, the influx of air only making you groan out again. “There we go,” he drawled out with such a confidence, lifting his hand to cover your mouth again and thrusting slowly to allow you to adjust.

With lashes clamped shut, you braced yourself for each sloshing jam of his cock into your pussy. With the hand not muffling you, he wrapped his arm around the top of your head to push you down onto his length, utterly manhandling you.

Your screams rattled out into his hand, his breathing picking up as he huffed out, shoving himself deeper and deeper with each push. “S-so good for me, so mmm fucking perfect, you s’made f’me,” he breathed out, praisingly. And soon enough, the cockdrunk girl you were, watched your ex-boyfriend become entirely pussydrunk, babbling out every thought in his dazed mind.

“Takin’ me s’well, gonna fill… gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Gonna stuff ya with ma babies.”

Eyes widening open, you met his gaze down at you, and the man looked crazed off of your cunt. “That… that okay? Pump ya full of my… my fucking seed?”

His words made you clamp down on him, the thought rushing straight to your core as your high neared.

“F-fuck, baby. Don’t d-do that mmmngh. Need ya to l-let me know.”

Like a mad woman, you bobbed your head up and down, legs wrapping around his waist. A fucked out grin lifted on his lips, pushing himself somehow even deeper into you with each thrust.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you full of my babies?”

Another whiney groan left your lips as you nodded your head up and down, shutting your eyes.

An idea popped into Gojo’s head at the thought. “Gotta make sure t-this… sticks,” he groaned and you felt shuffling. He lifted both hands far above your head, gripping your comforter and shoved himself so deep inside of you that it sent you over the edge, sexually and physically.

Without his hand to muffle your sounds, you were positive you’d receive a noise complaint now.

“Fuck! Toru’!” You screamed, pussy clamping down on his shaft as liquid began to spray from your cunt. 

You were squirting. Gojo made you squirt. 

The wet feeling of your juices along with your tight and snug cunt had the veins of his length bulging, before the slit released ropes upon ropes of cum into your cervix, bullying their way inside so painfully yet so pleasurably. 

He moaned out your name, shoving you up and up your bed with each thrust as ribbons of seed leaked from his tip and dribbled out of your pussy. The man made sure to allow the both of you to properly ride out your highs, vein in his forehead bulging as his breaths shuttered.

Your arms and legs fell slack against the wet sheets as he pulled out of you, admiring the juices drip from your nearly abused cunt. The orgasm had you twitching and trembling beneath him.

Sleep could’ve taken you then and there, but the fluttering in your heart remained. Glancing up at your boyfriend, he folded your legs to the side to give you some semblance of dignity, then walked to the bathroom. Hot and wet rag in hand, he sat beside you and cleaned you up gently and cooed you with each soothing wipe.

“Toru’,” you whispered, watching him quietly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He continued to clean you up but turned his gaze to you. How could someone look so pretty after a session like that? The afterglow was insane, making your heart wrench.

“I’m sorry,” you muffled out, steeling yourself to push him away. You’d managed to stay away from him for so long, the thought of having to undo all of both of your healing from each other sounded exhausting.

He watched you quietly before setting the rag on your nightstand, then pulled your back up to his chest. Leaning against your headboard, he held you in his arms and stroked your thigh softly, tracing imaginary circles.

“I spoke with my parents.”

Your head spun around to meet his gaze, the unsubtly of your reaction earning a chuckle from the white haired man. “Put two n’ two together the other day, when you said we couldn’t be together.”

You clasped your eyes shut, turning away in embarrassment at your idiocy. He obviously figured that someone that wasn’t you, was keeping the two of you from being together. AKA his evil parents.

“Ya’ know, I think you did that on purpose.”

“H-huh?” What does that mean? You turned back to him and furrowed your brows.

“Think you just wanted your knight-in-shining-armor to come and swoop down to fix things. That’s my pillow princess, everyone,” he teased, making you elbow his side with giggles when he tickled yours.

“…Were they mad?” You asked after a few seconds, turning your gaze to his large hand on your bare lap and fiddling with it.

“Fuck yeah. But so what? When I get my girl pregnant, they can’t do nothin’,” he stated plainly.

The thought made your eyes widen, realizing the situation you just put yourself in after your fucked out decision. “Well. Nothing better than being knocked up in college, don’t’cha think?”

Pushing his head into the crook of your neck, he let out a low chuckle that made you squeeze his hand. “Think your boyfriend’ll be pissed off?”

“Oh yeah, my totally real, not fake, totally not imaginary boyfriend? He’ll kill you. Can you handle that?”

“Course’ I can, sweetheart. I’m the strongest on campus.”

[hanasnx]

NO KISS SEX — satoru gojo.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: bratty fem reader | dom satoru | established relationship | explicit sexual content | cock warming | fluffy | size difference | no kiss sex.

“Sato, please?” you beg, pouting your bottom lip so enticingly SATORU GOJO nearly breaks his streak just to lick at it out of familiarity.

“Wasn’t this your idea?” he anecdotes amusedly, tilting his head with that wolfish grin. “You said you wanted to try it, and now you don’t wanna commit.”

“I change my mind!” you insist, bobbing your body in place to emphasize your frustration, his cock still lodged comfortably up in your guts in a mating press. “It’s lonely.”

He gives a few swings of his hips, and your lashes flutter in turn. “‘Lonely?’” he parrots in feigned disbelief. “You wan’a kiss that bad?”

Eagerly, you nod, under the impression he’s about to give in and you raise your head to meet his with an innocent smile. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, honest.” You eye up his lips, just out of your reach.

“Ah, ah,” he chides, arching away. “I distinctly remember,” he states matter-of-factly as he picks himself up using your knees, pressing them to the pillow as your head is forced to lay back down and you peep and grit your teeth when the dick soaking in your hole brushes your spongy spot. It twitches, but he keeps it sheathed. He alters his expression to exhibit what he sees when he looked at you earlier, upturned brows, wide-o-shaped mouth, and heightens his voice to an embarrassing high pitch that grates the ears, “‘Goji, I want to try no-kiss-sex, please? Please? Can we-can we-can we?’” he mimics you unflatteringly, and you reach up to yank him back down to you. “You only call me ‘Goji’ when you want something, just like you call me ‘Sato’ when you’re trying to butter me up.”

You jerk your head away in a mock attempt at bratting, frowning your brows as he snickers through his nose as you, readjusting so he pulls out a few inches just to push back in. As if he’s testing the waters with his hips, watching your minute reactions written all over your pitiful little face. You pant through your mouth, so he keeps going, slowly sinking in and out.

“If you get so lonely, why’d you suggest it?” he questions, soothing you out of your difficult mindset and your want to be uncooperative with the splendid ministrations of his cock licking your insides.

“I dunno, I saw it on a show or something! I wanted to see if it would make me want it more.” you inform him with a fair amount of attitude, and toy with his hair at the nape of his neck. That pout resurfaces, and you must know you’re making your pillowy lips look so irresistible that Satoru bites his own hard. He has to remind himself he’s proving a point. Even folded in half you’ve got some kind of power over him.

“Does it?” he asks, more winded than before as your hole loosens the slightest, letting him pull out more. You question him with an idle hum, brain fuzzy from the sensations pulsing from your core. “Does it make you want it more?”

“Yes!” you cry, offended he’d ask such a thing. “Obviously!”

That wolfish grin stretches back onto his mouth as he dips down, and a grateful thrill blooms in your chest at the notion he’s going to do it this time! You offer yourself to him, facing him to reach for him, but as soon as you get close he rears his head. Your lips narrowly miss each other. Your bodies bob as he moves in you, a steady pace of pulling completely out to ease in until he bottoms out. He’ll do all that, exhibiting a strong sense of control over his body, but he won’t give you a kiss. Instead, he does the same thing as before, ducking so you’ll gain a false sense of security, reach for him again. He teases you, keeping his lips just out of your area of influence. “Stop that!” you whine, your brows pinching together from the pleasure he’s giving you between your legs.

“Can’t help it, pretty, you make it so easy.” he taunts, “You keep falling for it.” As soon as he’s said it, he stoops and lingers, letting your cock-drunkened brain work through the thought process, lifting yourself again out of habit and trust to go for a kiss. Once more he corrals it from you, but he laughs this time. A jeer that burns your cheeks hot as you glare at him. “You keep falling for it!”

“Satoru!”

“I see the appeal now.” he lowers his voice, the grain of it traveling down your spine straight to your core, taking his cock at gradually hastened pace. “No-kiss-sex, huh? This shit was a good idea, baby.”

[the-kr8tor]

Bloodbath

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your vampire roommate accidentally gets drunk off of blood.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, vampire hunter! Reader, wwdits au, mockumentary trope, vampire au, set in the pursuit of blood au, cw blood, cw injury, cw suggestive, fluff.

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A request from @al1x00 — May I have garlic cloves in a heart shaped bottle please? IPOB!Hobie accidentally drinking the blood of a drunk person and now R has to deal with an incoherent tipsy vampire.(Make sure you get some proper rest and drink lots of water! Ly😽❤) --- i could not pass this one up for the halloween theme it's literally so perfect! Thank you for requesting, angel!!!

“Hobie, no!” You yell just as when he's about to lunge at a poor runner, who's unfortunate enough to jog at night, who just happens to run past you and your very drunk vampire roommate in his enormously large bat form.

The camera pans towards the yelling, lenses zooming in, spotlights shining brightly on the man in the shortest running shorts known to mankind and his entire body floating five feet off the ground as Hobie's claws latch onto his shirt. His screams echo around the park, and Hobie's bat shrieks sound above it like an endless click of a ballpoint pen.

You glance at the camera with your wide desperate eyes, mouth agape and hand pointing at the situation. “Put. Him. Down!” Yelling, you jump up, trying to grab hold of the stranger's trainers. “You've had enough blood!”

The scene shifts to you looking disheveled, hair messed up with your cheek having an unmistakable claw scratch while you hoarsely talk to the camera crew.

“Motherfucker drunk from an incredibly inebriated CEO of a shady tech company.” You explain bluntly.

The lens zooms out of your exasperated face, camera showing you hugging the large shrieking bat in your arms with your jean jacket wrapped around his flailing form whilst he tries and fails to bite and scratch you. “I tried to warn him that the fucker had every drug and cocktail flowing in his veins. But noooo, no one ever fucking listens to me!” You shake him in your arms, making the annoyed and adrenaline filled bat yell in his high pitched shriek.

Hobie's face escapes his denim prison, long ears fluttering in the breeze and fangs in full display as he tries to take a chunk out of you. You manage to dodge his attacks, face turning as far away as you could.

With a crunch of leaves underfoot, the cameraman backs away when you accidentally shove your face in the lens. Panting, the man behind the camera makes sure to keep his distance away from you and the angry bat as it zeroes in on the bleeding corpse right behind you. The body's foot twitches, and the producer takes that as a sign to anonymously call an ambulance.

“Fuck!” You stomp your foot down, and the thousand year old vampire stops his twisting and turning to look up at you with his big red button eyes. Hobie makes a sound akin to a chirp, fangs sticking out from his lip. “We're going home, Hobie.”

He trills in your arms, fuzzy head nudging your chest. You can feel how incredibly warm he is under the denim jacket, a sure fire way to tell that he is still under the influence of…everything.

“Don't flash those pretty eyes at me, you little shit.” You start to walk towards his street, hugging him tight against your chest like a chihuahua gone wild. He sneers, and you realize that he's taking a peek into your head and he did not like that thought one bit. “Get out of your head!” You squeeze him in your arms.

Smirking, you flash an image into your mind of him wearing a fancy three piece suit with a look of sheer egotistical pleasure while counting wads of dirty money. He shouts gutturally, now regretting the little peep inside your mind. The sound makes a few passers by look at you weirdly. The entire camera crew following you around doesn't help. “It's a toy, mind your fucking business.” You say to one of them, making them walk faster away from you.

Sighing, you finally see the dark gothic house around the corner. Its spires just screams ‘there’s a vampire living here!’ and its stained glass windows, circular topiaries, and wrap around porch says that the person living inside wasn't born in the same century as anyone else living in the same street. You still have no idea how no one has noticed their thousand year old neighbor. You love the place though, it's home and you wouldn't have it any other way. Even though the pipes need to be replaced with ones that don't give you some type of rusted water related disease whenever you take a drink from the faucet.

Your trainers stomp on the porch, juggling in between carrying Hobat and getting your keys from your pockets. He tries to escape your hold, head wiggling out of the denim burrito you wrapped him in. You can feel his toes wiggling on your stomach. “Don't you dare, Hobart.” With a stern tone, he falls limp, chirping, sounding like a whine. “Don't be cute with me,” you struggle to find the right key in your carabiner. “we're almost there.” You say much softer this time when the door unlocks.

The second you open the door, Hobie wiggles out and then flies off into the house. He zigzags, making questionable turns as he flies under the influence with his large wings flapping about and accidentally swatting away hundred year old vases and furniture.

“I'll let him empty his energy before I try to sober him up.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, arms crossed as you watch him fly around with endearment. He looks and sounds adorable just squeaking and flying about.

Closing the door, the crew stands just behind you, capturing the perfect moment when Hobie, again, a thousand year old vampire with abilities beyond human comprehension and years of forgotten knowledge from fallen civilizations inside his mind, flies into the far end of the hall. Crashing into the mauve wallpaper, leaving a Hobat shaped mark of dried blood from his unfortunate victims.

His claws try to keep him on the wall but his bat body has run out of steam. He slides down the wall, claw marks dragging down and scratching the wallpaper.

You briskly walk towards him, concerned, you walk a bit slower to feign nonchalance in front of the camera. Once you make it to him, you bend at the waist to look down at his stretched out form. His wings are unfurled, belly up, and ears perked as he sees you in his vision.

“You done now, Hobie?”

With a puff of black smoke, he returns to his form. His legs are sticking up and folded against the wall, arms stretched out next to him with his lopsided grin thrown at you.

“‘ello, lovie.” He chuckles, or giggles more like, as he makes grabby hands up at you. “What am I doin' on the floor? We havin’ our fun time on the floor now?”

The camera crew looks at each other with furrowed brows and questions swirling in their heads. You spare them a look of embarrassment that quickly morphs into fake ignorance.

“Not today,” you say gently, his red eyes sparkling in the yellow light of the hallway. You always wonder why he chose yellow bulbs in some parts of the house including his room. You have a feeling it's because it reminds him of the unobtainable warmth of the sun. “You need your coffin.”

“Will you join me?” He asks, fingers flexing about as he beckons you over. You indulge him, leaning down to let him grasp at your jaw. Surprisingly, he holds you carefully like you're the most valuable thing in the house instead of all the artifacts he gathered throughout the centuries just laying about the home.

“You need to sober up, and you can't do that when I'm hogging all the space in the coffin.”

“That's why I keep tellin' you that we should get a bigger coffin that can fit the both of us together.” He brushes his thumb across your cold bitten lips. Gasping like he got a brilliant idea, he pats each of your cheek, squishing it in his hands, careful not to scratch you with his sharp nails. “We should buy one tomorrow!”

You chuckle, hands reaching up to bracelet your fingers around his wrists, grabbing them to make him unlatch himself off of you. “Okay, sleep first then we'll go out to look for one.”

A wide grin spreads across his face. “Really?”

You subtly (or think that it's subtle enough) kiss his pulse point where you would feel his heartbeat if his heart still beats against his chest. “Really, we'll get a red velvet lined one.”

“How about a coffin with a telly in it so you could watch your shows?”

You smile, “I'd like that. For now, shower first because you smell like the floor of a pub.”

“Still fit though, hm?” Hobie winks, but with his drunkenness, he looks like he's spasming. It earns a guffaw from you, finding it adorable.

“Very handsome, my—” you glance sideways at the camera still recording, you've forgotten about them for a second. Clearing your throat, you help him up on his feet. “Let's go before I puke.” Playing it cool, you still look like your pants fell down to your feet.

Even drunk off his mind, Hobie sees through it, arms snaking along your middle, putting a show in front of the camera by shoving his face into the crook of your neck. Not biting, just smiling against your flushed skin. You can feel his fangs poking and prodding at you playfully.

You curse silently, holding him properly and hiding your flustered expression from the camera as you turn your back from the crew.

—

Locking the bathroom door, you made sure that the camera crew had enough tea and biscuits in the dining room before walking upstairs to check on Hobie. The crews’ chatter echoing from the vents prove that they're well occupied and distracted. Turning around, you face Hobie with a soft smile as he lounges in the bubbly bathtub that smells like Halloween incarnate.

“How's the water?” You ask, closing the distance and sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet to look at him fondly.

Hobie places his cheek on top of the edge of the black bathtub, cheek squished on the porcelain. “Just right, love.” He smiles as steam rises from the water, condensation rising up to the forest coloured tiles, “and the children?”

“Occupied with my expensive biscuits from my godmother.” You place your chin on your palm, eyes flicking from his wet face down to his shimmering torso. “You seem to be having fun with my bath bomb.”

He chuckles, fangs peeking out from his lips. A sign that he's extremely happy, you know it well. “It's red!” With a handful of bath water, he pours it from above to show you its crimson hue. “You're such a big fan of me aren't you? Mimickin’ a fraction of my power.”

“You bathe in a tub full of blood? I don't remember you ever doing that, Hobart.” With a roll of your eyes, you stand up only to sit back down next to the tub. Sitting cross-legged, you place your arms on the cool edge of the porcelain, eyes staring up at Hobie with pure affection while your index finger swirls patterns in the glittery red water. “Sounds like a great bath though.”

“Says the vampire hunter.” He dabs a droplet of water onto the tip of your nose, watching it slowly drip down into the tub. “Stop it with the bloody Hobart, thought we got past that months ago.” He seems completely sober by now, the blood juice box (that may or may not have come from your veins) helped a lot in flushing his system. You always kept them fresh in his freezer next to your orange popsicles.

“Whatever you say, Hobat.” You wink, feeling relaxed with the warmth from the water and the cinnamon pumpkin smell.

Hobie smiles softly instead of scoffing like you thought he would. A single fang peeks out from under his lip, reminding you of an adorable cat. He reaches for your hand closest to him, and then slowly, he puts his head atop your hand, nuzzling close to you. Thumb brushing along your scratch mark on your cheek, he looks apologetic while he heals it with his touch alone. Literally, it's nonexistent now that he poured a fraction of his power atop your warm skin.

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “Just curious, can you turn into a cat?”

“Is that not in any of your tomes?” He raises a brow, red eyes hazy from the hot water and tender affection from you.

You shrug, laying your head down on your arm so that you're facing him adjacently. “I remember reading that it's a rare ability.”

“Yeah?” His eyes soften, leaning ever closer to you. You can feel his cold touch amidst the warmth of the water as his lips gently caress your jaw. From the tip of your jawline down to your chin, he kisses you with so much affection that your breath hitches in your throat and nothing in your mind remains but his lips upon your own. “Tell you what,” he says against your waiting lips. “I'll tell you in exchange for a proper kiss.” He didn't need to open his mouth to say those words to you, you can hear his deep voice in your mind. Whispering those words only for you.

“Deal,” you reply in your mind, and he grins, showing you his fangs that have never scared you. Sharp ends that have always been gentle against your soft skin, fangs that were meant to leave you bone dry, but he never does. Only leaving you woozy on your feet, happy that you've helped him, content in the arms of someone you were meant to kill— taught to kill. You're glad you didn't that day, that day you got close with your wooden stake mere inches away from his heart that you now adore.

He kisses you, and you don't mind the copper taste anymore as the kiss gets sweeter than ambrosia and as saccharine as nectar whilst he pulls you into the tub with him.

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[hotnbloodied]

can you do part 2 of

Yan!Loser X Reader

about how she wake up to see her yandere loser friend there and how she low key also like him and into what he’s doing (and also wants to starts a family)but is to embarrass to tell him (and can there also be smut to)

Sure, this is a bit of a shorter one since I'm not too good at doing part 2 of my one shots. Oh, and, since part 1 was with a gender neutral reader I decided to keep the reader as gender neutral. Hope you enjoy.

-˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yan!Loser X Reader (pt. 2)

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

TW: kidnapping, drugging, dub-con, obsessive behavior, confinement, delusional yandere.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

Pt. 1

Your head felt heavy, your throat felt dry. What the fuck happened last night? You tugged at your arms and realized you were stuck, your heart rate picks up, waking you up even further. You look around the room, it was very minimal with a red and black theme to it. The main standout was the pictures of you plastered all over the room. “Hello?” You shouted out as best as you could, “is anyone there?” Not long after you heard footsteps and the door to the room bursting open, Lester gripping the handle, a smile creeping onto his face. “Hello darling!” You feel your brows crease before asking, “darling…?” “That’s right! I knew we were meant to be together ever since you sat next to me when we met.” You looked at Lester, you didn’t realize he felt like this the entire time. It made you think back to all the time you two spent together and reflect on the relationship between the two of you.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt pressure on the bed. Lester was making his way over to you, slowly looming closer and closer until he was on top of you. He laid his head on your chest, “your heartbeat sounds different when you are awake, darling. There’s more life to it.” You blush at his words, he’s always been like this hasn’t he? All the times you thought he muttered something under this breath only for him to pretend nothing of the sort happened. “Lester, wait–” He cuts you off, “no, I’m not waiting anymore.” The sound of tape reverberated through the room and before you could make another peep you feel it being plastered over your mouth. “I’ll show you how much I love you, then you’ll understand that I’m the only one for you.”

Lester starts shakily kissing your cheeks, hot breath touching your skin after each kiss. You could feel him slowly starting more and more worked up by how he’s rubbing himself on your thigh. You couldn’t help but think he was a little cute with his actions. Suddenly you feel something wet enter your ear, this tongue? Shiver involuntarily course through your spine and you whimper through your taped mouth. “You know, I’ve always wanted to try giving a hickey. You’ll let me, right darling?” He proceeded to chomp down on your neck, making you flinch, his teeth slowly grazing on the skin before his lips proceeded to slowly but harshly suck. Ah fuck, he was getting you worked up, you could feel it in your pants; which he snaked his way into. “Oh? Looks like I’m doing a better job than I expected in loosening you up darling. Enough so you can take me.” His fingers play with your opening as he still works on creating more hickies on your neck. You quickly get to the point where you’re just desperate to be filled now as you move your hips with his fingers trying to get to your climax. He stops working his fingers and repositions himself with his face between your legs, tonguing, licking and lapping at your sensitive bits causing your brain to get all fuzzy and your body to feel like it was melting into more pleasure.

Finally, he positions himself between your legs and slowly fills you until he’s all the way in. He pumps his dick in and out of you, the rhythm starting off slow but soon picking up speed until it felt like the pleasure cascades into a crescendo and the orgasm ripples through both of you. He finishes in you and slides next to you after the fact, cooing about wanting a family with you. “I think our children would look so cute, what do you think? …Oh right! Your mouth is still taped isn’t it? I’m going to take it off okay? But you have to be good.” There was no way that tape being ripped off your face wasn’t going to hurt but, fuck, it stung. He watched intently as you adjusted your mouth to being free again, eagerly awaiting your next words with heightened anticipation. “I think…” you start, “we got this far, but I expect a house,” you joked.

Lester looks at you with a blank expression, it more so seemed surprised, “wait, so you agree?” You blush, “it’s not the worst plan in the world.” Lester engulfed you into a hug, “oh thank you, thank you darling. I swear, I’ll make you the happiest in the world,” before showering you with kisses. He almost couldn’t believe it, you were willing to be his, well, you were going to be his no matter what but this made things easier for him. Not that it mattered much, you were never going to ever escape him, even if you wanted to darling.

Pt. 1

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

No I went on a little spree. This is the stuff being shipped to me:

Fake septum ring (ion have the money or bravery for it rn)

Big beautiful baggy skeleton pants

My Melody stuffed animal

Jacket with an intricate design on it (shein warrior type design)

Hello Kitty pajama pants (yeah I live with my grandma)

Cool shirt with another intricate shein design

Lil Peep poster I was bullied into getting

Hello kitty stuffed animal

Poster of George Washington that says "stay strapped or get clapped" on it

And a huge black fuzzy comforter with fuzzy pillow cases and all that other stuff. I actually can't wait to sleep in it. It'll cure all of my insomnia I swear.

And my gfs presents that I got for her are being delivered today. I want to share them when she opens it. I can't share them now cause she has Tumblr

[araveninthedarknight]

Yasushi X ftm trans reader smut

18+ interactions only, minors DNI

High and low Smut number 1

Adult only content ahead-minors dni, 18+

warnings and the writing under the cut, please only read if 18+

WARNINGS: Transgender male reader, smut, fluffy porn pretty much, Yasushi is a softy for M/N and is trying to be a good man, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it peeps) creampie, first time writing smut so it may suck (lol, no pun intended) Oral sex (ftm recieving),squirting,dirty talk mentions of being insecure due to being trans with an assigned male at birth boyfriend (nothing too hard though, mostly just light mentions) Slow burn smut because I am mean :P Swearing Long chapter

Yasushi X Assigned female at birth trans male

M/N=male name

H/C=Hair color

E/C=eye color

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yasushi had been dating his boyfriend M/N for a while, and knew he was transgender, He didn't mind it a bit and always made sure to take it at M/N's pace so that he never made him uncomfortable. Recently M/N decided he was ready to take things up a notch with Yasushi, and bring up the idea of having sex with him. He was nervous because sure he was on testosterone now and had had top surgery, which Yasushi had helped him through recovery during, but this was a part of him that he was insecure of, one of his biggest internal fighting points, but he knew he could trust Yasushi, so he was as ready as one could be in his position. He was taking the leap.

"Yasu, can we maybe try today?" M/N asks softly as he sits in his apartment with the mentioned blond, both male's hearts racing post makeout, ready to take the next step."I want to give it a try today, and I really trust you, so I want to finally give myself to you." Though the other male was whispering, Yasushi had heard him loud and clear, a small and gentle smile crossing his face as he listened to the words of his boyfriend.

"If this is what you want, then of course we can baby boy. And if we need to stop at literally any time, we can and we will, no problem." Yasushi says, gently helping M/N off the couch and to his room, kissing his lips gently as he does. He vowed to make it as comfortable for his partner as he could, this was a vounurable time for any couple, the first time, but especially in their situation where one was assigned male at birth and the other a female to male transgender person who has not had lower gender reassignment surgery.

Soft pink lips place themselves over M/N's, the thick plush skin warming his own mouth, Yasushi's tongue soon rubbing gently across M/N's lips, asking for enterance in the most gentle and caring way as they sit on the bed, M/N on Yasushi's lap with his calloused hands wrapped around his waist to hold him in place.

M/N tangles his fingers though suprisingly soft blonde locks, deepening the kiss and gnelty grinding himself onto the male under him. Though both still fully clothed, it caused soft whimpers to emit from both parties, the friction of dress pants and jeans had caused a delicious wave of pleasure through both males,and made both hearts race, readying for the action to come. Teeth gently gnawing at each other's lips, hands moving from hips to under the thin white t-shirt of the male on the top of Yasushi's lap, his calloused hands warm and comforting as the heat eminated from the palms and grazed over his torso.

The male who's hands had been tangled in his blond boyfriend's loucious hair moved his hands, still kissing him as he removed his flannel, Yasushi hadn't worn more than that and a pair of his dress pants that day since was the weekend, and his parnter was desperate to get the red and black fuzzy shirt off his man.

E/C eyes bore into brown coffee like pools as the kiss broke, only love and tenderness were in the eyes of both of the men. One was wondering how he got lucky to have such a caring and thoughtful partner, the other wondering how the hell he got such a handsome partner that only he could make the normally feral raccon like male soft in the blink of an eye (if you get the refferance, hello my discord fam, i love you!) Yasushi carefully takes off M/N's shirt, making sure he his still ok to continue and not overstepping boundaries, once recieving a nod, he gently lays his parnter down on the bed, kissing the scars that lingered on his chest from top surgery with delicate care, "You are so handsome baby boy. I love you so so much, all of you." His deep voice causes tingles to break out over the skin of the slightly shorter male who was laying under his caring other half, a faint heat rising to his cheeks, covered in light stubble that had only started showing a few weeks before. Before long, the clothes had all hit the floor, and Yasushi took is place between his boyfriend's legs, gently caressing them and placing feather light kisses along the soft skin. He took his time worshiping him, treating him as if he was the last man on earth, rubbing his rough thumbs over the smooth skin on M/N's thighs, making sure to make eye contact and double check that it was ok. Dim led candles lit the room, causing a soft glow to emit around the otherwise dark cave like sleeping space, but the soft light provided just enough light for the H/C on M/N's head to look halo like to Yasushi, as he gently placed a soft kiss on the skin just above his partner's now unclothed crotch. Tingles set the other ablaze, reminding him that his boyfriend didn't care if he was trans and had female equipment on his lowe half still, he loved him for him and was trusted to see the delicate side of himself. "You are stunning baby, if you need me to stop, just tap my head a few times ok?" The normally energetic and loud male had soffened his deep voice, making it sound like flowe pedals had taken it's place, showing more care to his lover.

The blond male gently sticks his tongue to his boyfriend's clit, the soft kitten licks making M/N gasp in pleasure, "Oh fuck!" he mutters, running a finger through his h/c locks to move the hair from his face, already beginning to have a layer of moisture form on the skin there. Yasushi takes this hint, adding pressure with his tongue, raking the pink apendage up and down the folds of his partner' the smell and taste seeming other worldy to him, like a dessert at a fine resturaunt in town. "Mmm baby boy, you taste so good, all sweet just for me baby boy." Golden locks braided back, Yasushi continues to ravage his partner, slowly dipping his tongue into his enterance, giving him all the time to feel loved and get used to this more intamaite setting they were engulfed in. The soft rumble of his voice sent vibrations through M/N's core, causing him to puff out a soft moan, one that suddenly turned to a gasp as he felt a slim finger break through his folds and into his warm cavern. The pleasure caused him to rut his hips into his lover's face, a look of euphoria washing over his e/c orbs. "O-Oh fuck, oh that feels good." The other chuckles against his core, sliding a second finger in and scissoring him open, making sure to be gentle with the thrusts and sucking on his clit gently, the pearl of nerves sending the other over the edge, "s-shit...d-don't wanna cum yet." M/N whines, having started to feel the ball of rubber bands form in his gut, he was no virgin by any means, and knew what it meant, but it still caused heat to form in his cheeks yet again, blood pooling to creat the heat.

"You think you are ready to take me?" Yasushi whispers, licking his slim fingers clean of the other's essance, a drunken look in his coffee eyes as he peers through long lashes at the male under him.

"Yeah, I feel ready enough, and if we need to stop, I'll tell you." He nods, just wanting to feel Yasushi in him, his ferral need to have that pleasure making his voice shake and his teeth catch his bottom lip.

Yasushi lines himself up with his partner, gently lowering his hips to his as he slides in slowly, kissing M/N gently on his lips to distract him from any pain and show him how much he loves him, though his moans rumble through his broad chest and tell his partner all he needs to know, neither is going to want to stop tonight.

"Yasu, oh my god, you feel so fucking good." The male whispers against the full lips of his partner, he can taste himself on his lips and it only makes it all the more erotic for him, knowing that the lips he kissed had tasted him and almost brought him to an earth shattering orgasm. The top male starts to gently move his hips, a hand holding him over his boyfriend while his other hand makes work of his lovers bundle of nerves, wanting to make him feel as good as possible while they make love. "I love you so much baby-fuck.. baby boy. Y-you are doing so well fer me.." Yasushi can feel M/N shudder at his voice as his cock gently caresses his walls, hitting his g-spot repeatedly in a slow but firm pattern, sending fire to both men's cores.

A head of h/c hair rolls back into his pillow, e/c eyes following suit and making their new home rolled into the back of his head, the blonde's head making it's home in his neck, sucking on the tender skin just under his lover's ear, leaving red marks that would over time turn a beautiful shade of purple, the nips and sucking while hips are hammering into each other causing both males to moan out, "F-fuck Yasu!OH my god!" M/N gasps, pleasure taking him over entirly, the sounds of skin on skin and the slurps of sex being drowned out by the cacophany of moans, "MMMM, s'good for me M/N, gonna make me cum baby boy." Yasushi moans back, eyes squeazed shut as he moves his hips faster, fingers making figure eights on his lover's clit, "Gonna let the entire world know that you're mine baby boy, gonna make it so you can't w-walk." The lover pant's his raspy voice makes M/N curl his toes as he wraps his legs around his torso, pulling the two ever closer and making them really become one. The pleasure both felt was immense and before long, whines come out of the writhing male on the mattress, he was close to his peak and feeling it climb up his chest, "G-gonnna... oh shit, gonna c-cum like hell Yasushi...G-gonna cum." He whines, bucking his hips up to meet the blond's trying to chase his high as he yanks golden tendrills, clawing the back of his lover, leaving angry red marks on honey skin and feeling tears mix with his sweat. He had never in his life felt this good, relaxed enough to get any pleasure from sex, this was a first, and Yasushi being the one to do it sent him into a frenzy, crying in pleasure. "Cum on my cock baby boy, show me what a good boy you are." The taller male whispers in his ear, pushing his love over the edge, a sea of pleasure crashing around him as M/N finally cums, his walls squeezing and milking Yasushi's dick for all it was worth. watching his partner throw his head back, hearing him scream his name, feeling his warm and wet walls constrict around his hard member made Yasushi cum too, a loud groan falling from his lips, "O-Oh fuckkkkkkkk." Ropes of hot and pearly white liquid seep into the spongy walls of M/N, only heightining the feeling of his own release, he hadn't known he had done it, but he squirted all over his lover, the intense orgasm causing his legs to shake and his core to feel like it was on fire, the passion leaving both guys winded. Hips still and soon all that is heard is panting and a small over stimulated whine falling out of the lips of a very tired h/c male as his partner's now flaccid cock leaves his cavern, their mixed realeases slowly dripping onto the bedding below. yasushi pulls his lover into his toned arms, his bare chest that was gleaming with sweat now housing the head of m/n, voice soft and hoarse from the post orgasmic bliss, "I love you more than anything babe, thank you for trusting me enough to get to make love to you. Because to me that was more than sex, that was love making....and you are the only one I will ever want again." The calloused hands rubbing his back calmed the shorter male as the words made his heart swell, he too was madly in love and wanted no one else. "Thank you for loving all of me and showing me what it's like to not be afraid anymore. I love you so much Yasushi."

And with that both males shared a sweet peck on the lips and fell asleep, their love being woven in time for good.

[artfromthevoid]

Return of the King

Goodnight tumblr, goodnight.

[glorified-red]

Early Christmas gift!

Thank you @uni-magi-nation & @magickthots !

[theauthxr]

ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ

requested, fanfic, gn!reader

Summary: this is just dilf!Harry being a peeping Tom

CW: mentions of Harry thinking about cheating, male masturbation, Harry almost getting caught, y/n being (not so) oblivious use of 'Little Dove' for the reader

He just couldn’t help it, he knew it was wrong

he was a married man, a father for Merlin’s sake, and yet he couldn’t stop think his little dove, the sweet little neighbour that won the community’s heart when they moved in, he couldn’t stop thinking about you

His obsession with you was getting bad, he couldn’t bring himself to even look at Ginny in the eyes, the woman he swore loyalty to 7 years ago on that altar he now despises so much

And there he was, furiously pumping himself as he watched you rut against the teddy bear he had gifted you as a welcome when you moved in, watching you intently as you desperately chased your release, hips grinding down on the teddy as you whined softly

‘You are going to kill me little dove’ he thought as he felt the pleasure consuming his groin, soft groans leaving his throat as his chest heaved. he was so close, he could feel himself arriving at his climax, but just when he was about to come he heard an harsh knock on his door "Harry..? you in there love..?" he could hear Ginny's muffled voice from behind the door 'she came back erlier…' he could feel the annoyance grow in his gut, soon replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling as he gaze fell back onto you, watching you reach your peak almost made him forget about his ruined orgasm,

"yeah im here..." he replyed, tucking himself back in his pants and closing the curtain as he went to open the door, greeting his unsuspecting wife "welcome back Hun" he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as he listened to her ramble about her day out with the kids as he helped her set the table for dinner. as he went to grab the plates he heard his phone notifications go off

'weird, who could that be' he tought as he pulled out his phone, almost dropping it as he read the notification

Little Dove:

'i hope you enjoyed the show sir, i know i did ;)'

ahhhhh this took forever, hope you like it <3

[sugoi-and-spice]

Stealth Mission (Shigaraki x Reader)

So like, Tomura Shigaraki 100% uses his quirk to decay the condom right?

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

CW: Stealthing (Non-Consensual Condom Removal), Coercion, Established Relationship turned Non-Con/Dub-Con, Explicit Smut

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If you weren’t putting the condom on him yourself, you were watching Shigaraki do it like a fucking hawk.

It had definitely been a mistake to say fuck it and go raw that one time you found both your wallets empty. But you’d been getting beyond hot and heavy and it was right before he was leaving for a mission. You didn’t know if you’d ever even see him again so you said fuck it.

Well, you did see him again. And ever since, he hadn’t stopped whingeing when it came to condoms. 

“Come on” he’d groan, grinding against your clothed sex, “You’re not gonna get pregnant and it feels so much better.”

“With how much you get stabbed and shot? Absolutely not.” you snapped, “You can do it with the condom or not at all.”

He let out a whine and a stubborn punch into the pillow, like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum, before moving on to put his lips to better work against your throat.

There was once that he tried to be sneaky about it, slipping it off just before pushing into you from behind. He’d failed to consider the fact that it felt as good for you as it did for him without a condom. There was a clear fucking difference that you felt instantly. And the villain had gotten all of just the tip in before earning a swift donkey kick to the chest. 

Of course, once the act got going, Shigaraki was always out of complaints. Sex was sex, and sex between you was amazing after all. But the moments leading up were always fucking insufferable.

Today, however, there hadn’t been a peep. He didn’t even pose the question, just got down to brass tax. Whether it was because it had been a while since your last coupling and he was desperate or he was finally giving up on the argument altogether, you weren’t sure. Whatever the reason, you were just enjoying the way he was fucking you senseless with only his normal, horny babbling. You never once suspected that he had a plan going in.

“Yeah, you like that?” 

He stood above you, your hips pulled almost entirely off the bed with only his left hand pushing on the back of your knee, his right grinding frantically into your sex, and the snap of his hips keeping you up.

“Y-Yes, fuck yes—!” you cried out.

You could feel him harden and swell within you as he got close, the feeling in tandem with the friction sending you entirely over the edge.

As your orgasm rocked through your body, you didn’t notice him stop thrusting. Even as you came down your brain was too fuzzy to notice that he’d also pulled out almost entirely.

It was only when you noticed that sinister, toothy grin of his that a surge of panic hit you. You snapped down to where you were connected, your hips pushed up almost perpendicular so you could see everything perfectly. Shigaraki wanted you to see.

To see him wrap all five fingers around his cock.

“Tomura—!”

He suddenly plunged into you with a groan so loud and satisfied, it almost felt like a victory cry. 

You gasped out, feeling every inch of hot smooth skin, every vein and ridge and strain of muscle. The condom was fully decayed.

You tried to sit up, but Shigaraki was faster — fuck, you always forgot how fast and nimble he was — locking his hands to the back of your legs and shoving your knees hard into your chest. He was fucking restraining you with your own body, and folding you tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“T-Tomura!” you panted, “P-Please—!”

But he didn’t hear you, only bucking and babbling desperately, “Fuckyes Fuckyes Fuckyes—it feels so fucking goooood…”

It did feel good. The added slickness of precum, the natural glide of soft, supple skin against skin. Whether it was good or not was never the reason you said no.

You palmed weekly at his stomach as you felt him start to stutter, “T-Tomura I’m serious! Please don’t cum in—”

Shigaraki didn’t last much longer — he had already been close to climax before he’d dusted the condom. And now—

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” his head dropped down into your chest between your ankles as his jackhammered wildly, “Fucking take it!”

His hips slapped one last yelp out of you, locking flush into your thighs as he spilled over inside. 

Shigaraki stayed there for what felt like forever. Giggling as he rubbed his hips into you, as if he was trying to get even deeper, to crawl into your skin.

“Fuck I just want to live here.” grinned blissfully, intentionally rubbing as much salt into the wound as he could, “Wouldn’t you like that?”

You were pointedly not looking at him. He reached down to pinch your chin between your fingers. He tilted it towards him.

“Come on, beautiful, wouldn’t you?”

You promptly whipped your head out of his hands.

He tried to poke and prod at you for a few more minutes, but upon realizing that you had no intention of playing along, finally got bored.

Shigaraki pulled out with a groan, his softening cock pulling a good amount of cum with it.

You finally sat up as he walked across the room to grab a towel and wipe himself off, joints wincing and cracking from the pretzel position he had manipulated you into. You peered down between your legs to assess the damage.  

An absolutely absurd amount of cum was puddling onto the sheets, some even spilling out onto the floor thanks to how close you were to the edge of the bed. Tiny little shreds of latex mixed with it. 

Shigaraki turned back to you, towel in hand, “Do you want—”

…just in time to dodge one of his sneakers that you had chucked straight at his head.

“You fucking asshole!”

Hehe, so maybe not the stealthiest stealthing.

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[seungstarss]

RECALL 34 𐀔 REALIZATION

wc: 2k+

⸻ [ 章 34 ] 。 ❛❛ the worst mistake of his life ❜❜

It was fear. Yn could sense the pure terror in the three short speech bubbles Sunoo had sent her. It had been a long since he had texted her privately. He preferred messaging their group chat whenever he had news — Sunoo despised leaving anyone out.

MY SUN: Holy shit

MY SUN: Yn…

My SUN: You need to fucking see this.

She wasn’t far from school grounds and had just finished buying some stationery from the local convince store. It was a short tread, Wonyoung and Yuna had stayed behind to wait for the two jokesters who decided it was a good idea to raid the principal’s office. Surely, they had already been updated on whatever Sunoo had seen. Their texts had stopped abruptly — both of them. The closer Yn strode towards school, the worse her stomach began to twist and knot. What could they have found in the principal’s office that was so damn shocking that even Yn could feel the tension through the silence that followed after three bubbles of text?

“What’s going on?” Yn spoke sparsely, panting for air. The five friends were spread along the hallway, Intak was slumped down on the floor, and Sunoo, stood rigid, hands tightly gripping a few sheets of paper in his hands. Riki didn’t spare a glance at Yn when she arrived, but the girls stared at Yn with a devastating pity in their eyes — a forced glance of compassion that masked the slight tinge of sadness in their sharp gazes.  

“Yn,” Wonyoung spoke in a whispering tone, bringing the girl closer to the rest of the friend group. “Please don’t be shocked.”

The girl stared at her friends in confusion as Sunoo slowly handed the girl the two sheets of coffee-stained papers, avoiding her gaze.

There it was.

The record.

Yn’s throat ran dry, tightening at the sight of every sentence formulated on the coffee-stained pages.

It all made sense now — everything.

“Yn your hands are shaking,” Yuna shouted. “I know it’s shocking, but please calm—"

She could no longer hear what her friend was shouting about. Her ears only rang, and her sight began to blur into a fuzzy landscape of shadows.

Every memory began to flood in. The overwhelming pain faded into numbness.

The girl’s legs gave out.

And next, her consciousness.

—

THE DAY BEFORE THE ACCIDENT

Yn shook profusely as her eyes dug holes into the papers scattered on the principal’s desk. Were her eyes tricking her? Who planned this sick joke? The last time she had checked, it wasn’t April the first, nor was it some setup to prank her. The pages were left naturally on the glass desk as if the principal was analyzing the sheets and throwing them off to the side in a fit.

On the table were two academic records, one with a face she was all too familiar with and another with an unknown boy with circular glasses. Besides the two sheets was a neatly typed-out note detailing classified information that answered all the questions running through her head.

This was no set-up for Yn.

This was Mrs. Yang’s set-up.

—

How could his family do something so cruel to another student? How could Jungwon agree to something so low just to keep some stupid reputation?

Yang Jungwon wasn’t smart. He never was.

Every single award the boy was honorarily given was prearranged by the bribery from Jungwon's mother. Every single opportunity given to him was stolen from another student who was forced to stay quiet in the darkness in exchange for a ticket to a prestigious university.

Was it a fair chance? Sure, it might’ve been.

But it was absolutely disgusting.

The boy hadn’t worked a single day to achieve what should’ve been someone else's.

But the worst truth was that he never spoke up against it. He went with it for three whole years without a single peep. Every student election, every grade, every kind smile he gave was fabricated.

What about the boy was genuine?

Was his kindness all fabricated too?

Did he keep her by his side to make sure she never doubted him?

Did he manipulate her into a friendship so he could save himself from confrontation?

Because no one would believe her if she said the Yang Jungwon was not who they thought he was.

Heck, even she wouldn’t have believed it minutes ago.

But proof sat, lying right in front of her, screaming for attention.

Was their friendship a lie? Did he genuinely care for her at all?

His whole record was forged.

A fraudulent scheme that had the whole student body fooled.

—

Yn’s panicked steps echoed through the school halls as she sped towards the cabinet room where Jungwon was, organizing the files the teachers had handed over to them. Yn had never felt this infuriated before, especially with the likes of someone like Yang Jungwon. He had presented himself so perfectly and yet; he was the complete opposite.

He was a blatant liar.

The door of the cabinet room was left agape and the rustling of papers was heard from outside of the room. Why was he even working so hard? In reality, he didn’t have to do anything. He could just sit there, and he still wouldn’t lose his precious position. The girl didn’t hesitate to swing the door open even further, panting from the exhaustion from rushing up three flights of stairs. Jungwon, sat with his back towards her on the floor with white earphones lazily dangling in his ears. The boy didn’t hear the commotion but only turned around after feeling a familiar presence.

“Oh Yn,” The boy smiled, noticing how Yn’s facial expression scrunched up and ran cold. “Is something wrong? You seem a little pale.”

Yn hated how the boy just smiled as if nothing was going on. The way he would notice the tiny details about her that normal people would fail to even recognize. She hated it all. The way he cared for her, the way she felt like backing away when she saw his concerned expression. Yang Jungwon, who she had admired, had lied to her so casually as if she were nothing. How could there be friendship when there wasn't even something as basic as a trust established between the pair?

The worst out of all was that she thought of him as more than a friend.

And that’s why it hurt a hundred times more.

“Jungwon,” Yn stared directly into the boy's eyes, which seemed to wander nervously. “You’ve been lying to us, to the whole school this whole time?” Her voice cracked near the end of the sentence, and Jungwon’s eye twitched at her words. Lied? What did she mean by that?

“Yn what do you mean?” The boy stood up, dusting his hands off. He was left confused, but something in his stomach churned as he grabbed Yn’s shoulders — she was shaking. “What do you mean lie? Are you okay? You’re shaking!”

The girl scoffed at his worried expression and how his eyebrows furrowed downwards. How many times did he have to practice his acting to perfect it to such an extent? His fabricated act of concern. It disgusted her.

Yn pushed Jungwon back before lifting her left arm that was hidden behind her back. In her hands were the three sheets of paper — the records and the letter. Jungwon’s eyes grew wide at the sight, his chest heaved as he struggled to manage his breaths. How did she get her hands on the records? Didn’t his mother make sure to hide the evidence without a trace? The only emotion that ran through Jungwon’s head was pure fear. He couldn’t get outed. He had tried his best over the four years to maintain his “perfect” smile.

“No Yn, that’s fake! Believe me!” The boy only begged, hoping Yn would understand his situation. Why did it have to be her that found out? Jungwon loved her, but this — this would break everything. The bond they formed, the moments of shyness when their fingers brushed against each other, followed by small giggles, their friendship, and most importantly, their trust. Everything would come crashing down.

"What the fuck do you mean, Jungwon?!” Yn hated how he continued to lie to her once again. “Do you even consider me a friend?! You lied to me and completely severed our trust. No, wait a minute — was there even trust in this friendship, to begin with?! How do I not know that you're not forced by your mother to be friends with me or something?!”

That last sentence switched something off in Jungwon. How could she accuse him of not being genuine with his feelings? Even worse, her mother forcing him to befriend her? What kind of bullshit was that? It was as if she didn’t even recognize how much he cared for her. Jungwon loved Yn after all, but her questioning his honesty with her? The boiling rage only grew when he noticed her disgusted expression as she inched further away from him. “How the fuck could you even doubt my friendship with you? Fuck, Yn, you’re the most important to me. How could you say something like that, I—"

“And how would I know?” Yn growled, extending an arm in between the two, stopping Jungwon from inching closer to her. “You lied to the whole school, anyway. What even was real about you, huh? Did you have fun playing me?!”

Playing her?

With the picture-perfect reputation his mother practically bought him, Jungwon grew to hate one thing, and that one thing was being misunderstood.

What angered him the most was being misunderstood by someone he deeply cared for. He had tried everything to get close to the girl. He did everything to make her smile.

But here she was, disgusted by his actions.

He knew it was wrong on his end to get angry, but with every emotion that was running through his head, the only truth at this moment was that she knew.

Yn knew of his secret that he wanted to take to his grave. As much as he felt betrayed by Yn’s words, he was enraged that she found out.

“Wow, you’re pathetic Jungwon.” Yn glared at the boy before turning around and leaving the room.

“Yn, where are you going?!” The boy panicked, chasing after the girl who was already proceeding down the stairwell. Was she gonna tell everyone? What would be of his future if everyone turned their backs on him?

“Don’t fucking follow me.” Yn hissed, shooting the boy another cold glare.

It hurt like shit.

The way she glared at him with such malice.

Who knew the girl he loved the most would be the first one to turn her back on him.

The boy only stood frozen as he watched Yn litter the three pieces of paper on the floor while she proceed down the stairs.

He had to do something.

—

“Jungwon, what is it?” Mrs. Yang raised an eyebrow in curiosity when she heard her young son bust into her office. The bodyguards attempted to hold the flailing boy back, but he only shoved the two men off, slamming his palms on his mother’s desk.

“She knows. She fucking knows. You said you erased all traces! So how did she fucking find out?!” Jungwon pointed at his mother accusingly. “This is all your fault. It's your fault Yn found out. I fucking lost a friend today and maybe even my whole fucking reputation.”

“Don’t panic Jungwon. What did you say her name was again?” His mother crossed her legs, leaning back into her armchair, clearly amused by the commotion.

“Why does it matter?! What am I gonna do now?! Everything is fucking ruined!”

“Don’t worry, son. I’ll sort it out. Just tell me her name again.”

“What are you gonna do?! If you harm her, I'll fucking —"

Jungwon’s mother giggled, watching her hopeless son attempt to glare at her.

“It’s okay, son. I only asked for her name.”

“Y/n L/n.”

And maybe — just maybe...

Jungwon made the worst mistake in his whole life.

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SYNOPSIS. after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.

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[myarlert]

OMGG smut prompt #19 with geto!!?? congrats on 3k bells🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 you deserve to celebrate!!

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 + 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨

aaa thank u bby!! i added a little angst in the beginning hehe

cw: smut, oral [m. receiving.], names [princess, babydoll.], face fucking. x fem!reader.

minors dni | event

backtalking geto was one of your specialties. it always ended in pure bliss for the both of you, but you couldn’t do it often, or else he’d catch on. but today was the perfect day for it. not only was he being an asshole but you needed to get off, BADLY.

‘GOD SHUT UP ALREADY, who cares about that!? i sure as hell don’t!’ you knew this was a good way to make him snap. the way he turned around, how he would snap the tie off his wrist to pull his hair back into a low, messy bun before approaching you. he had been wearing a suit, jacket long forgotten leaving him in the white dress shirt. he had pushed the sleeves up to his elbows, his forearms looking so inviting… making you think about how you wanted to take hold of them while he..

‘excuse me?’ your eye widen as he stands from his spot on the couch, setting down his glass of whiskey, never taking his eyes off you. he gave a short chuckle. ‘i don’t think you have room to talk princess. especially about something you have no idea about.’ he was standing directly infront of you now, using his thumb and pointer finger to tilt you to look up at him. for a brief moment, you have the thought of doing something that’ll really make him mad, but you decide against it. instead, you grab at his tie and pull him down. ‘and what’re you gonna do about it?’ this will surly get him going.

he looks at you in disbelief. ‘you know what i think?’ you give him a hum. ‘i think you better watch your fucking mouth.’ he brushes his thumb against your cheek but places his palm in the middle of your forehead, shoving you down onto your knees, your hands already clutching his thighs. he shakes his head and hums. ‘oh i see. naughty girl.. this is what you wanted wasn’t it? wouldn’t it be so mean of me to not let you put your mouth on my cock? hm?’ you pout your lips and run your tongue over his crotch. ‘no, stop. awww babydoll, you really want my cock down that pretty throat?’

without even waiting for a response, geto would unzip his pants, pulling his half-hard cock free, to thick already that it made your mind fuzzy and mouth water. ‘go ahead. get to it.’ and oh how he loved when you sucked his cock, struggling to open your jaw enough to get him in all the way, how you would choke and sputter out spit each time he pulled out and thrusted back in. how he would grab the back of your head, pulling you effortlessly back down onto his cock. all the while he never made a peep, as if this wasn’t bringing him immense pleasure even the slightest. you’d whine, grind your hips down against your heal in need of stimulation to your clit, but he wouldn’t have it. ‘you wanted my cock so bad and now you’re being as selfish as wanting pleasure for yourself too? tsk. that’s too bad.’ he would pull you off of him, positioning you perfectly before stroking himself vigorously, watching as you dipped your head to lick and suck at his balls. and just like that, he’d cum with a hushed groan, watching his cum spurt out and splatter across your face. ‘ah ah. don’t move yet babydoll.’ he pulled out his phone, snapped a quick photo of you with your tongue out and leaned down to press a soft kiss, one that was so different to the way he just abused your throat, to your forehead. ‘go get cleaned up. i’m taking you out for dinner.’

[cantalouupe]

How about puppy diluc being needy and humping your leg? You're too busy so you tell him to get off on your thigh until you can pay attention to him !!

writing for this bc,,, i want to. first puppy diluc drabble ready set go

i didn’t read over this so....... sorry for mistakes

nsfw!!! puppyboy!diluc x gn!reader

thigh riding, needy diluc, diluc has ears and a tail, PUPPY DILUC

You feel it before anything else, the small twitch of his hips against your leg. He’s playing it cool, head resting on your knee, not a peep coming from him apart from his soft breaths - bated, waiting to see if you’d notice the subtle movement of his hips.

Diluc, currently, sat on his knees on the hardwood floor below you, his arm wrapped around your one leg and his cheek pressed against your thigh. You had been running your hand through his hair, petting him while his body relaxed against your leg. Diluc isn’t very good at sitting still, especially after days at the tavern where he has to act calm and civil while simultaneously having to be away from you - so you aren’t surprised that he’s begun to fidget.

After a few silent moments of nothing, it happens again. Unfortunately for him he’s not very good at subtlety, so instead of a small push, it’s a full hump against your leg.

“Diluc.”

He lets out something between a hum and a whine, hips kicking forward again into your leg.

“Honey,” you murmur, brushing your hand against a soft, fuzzy ear. “Not right now.”

“Let me.” He starts, head shifting from its comfortable spot to look up at you. Much to his dismay, you weren’t looking back at him, choosing to focus on.... whatever - nothing should be more important than him, not when he’s so needy.

“You already fucked me earlier today, remember?” In the morning, you awoke to him sucking at your neck and rutting against you, similarly to the way he’s doing so now. It resulted in him hurriedly fucking you into your shared bed before he had to get ready to go to the tavern.

“I want to again,” he responds, adding a rushed “please” to the end.

“Not right now,” you repeat.

He’s antsy, now, squirming in his spot before pushing his hips into you as though to show you how hard he is. “Need to fuck you,” he insists, “right now.”

Everything goes quiet for a moment, before you decide, “Come up here.”

There’s no hesitation from him, and within seconds he’s seated on your lap, where you push one of your thighs against him through his pants. He melts into you, face moving to the crook of your neck so he can press his nose and lips against your skin.

“Get off like this, puppy,” he had already begun humping your thigh before you spoke, but your words encouraged him to grind harder. “If you’re a good boy and let me do what I need to, then you can fuck me.”

[foxilayde]

Off To The Races Pt. 1.5 [Leto POV x fem!reader]

Part 1 Is Here

Summary: Just a 1k ficlet about Leto coming home to see you. 

Warnings: Blood, guns, drugs, callous treatment of a family member.

That was fucking easy. All most too easy. 

Leto’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror and he shouts, “Hey!” at Rigo in the backseat of the blacked out corvette. He’s struggling to keep it the fuck together back there. Are those tears? Christ, he’s acting like this is first time getting shot. And it’s only in the shoulder for fucks sake. No more hiring family members, this nepotism shit always bites him in the dick. 

“Do not bleed on my seats. You bleed on it, you buy it.”

“Shit.” Rigo pants and grimaces, squeezing his shoulder, “I- I need help Leto.”

“Really? Couldn’t tell with all the bleeding and crying back there.” 

Halleck is on the phone with Yueh. Yueh; that fucker. Always acts like it’s such a fucking chore to be on call. Excuses every time. “I’m in surgery” or “I’m with my family.” Who does he think pays for his family to have the life they have? Ingrate. Based on the way Halleck keeps repeating himself about Rigo’s gunshot, right now is no different. Let’s see, what day is it? Thursday? 6:45pm? He’s going to be complaining that he's missing some fucking ballet recital or some shit. 

“Is Yueh dragging his size sevens?” Leto asks. 

Halleck nods from the passenger seat, enduring the whiny fucking voice of Dr. Yueh. 

Leto reaches out with his right hand, the left gripping and drumming on the steering wheel. Halleck hands the phone over without warning Yueh about the change.

“Its me. I don’t want to hear a fucking peep from you, don’t even say, ‘yes, sir’, fucking nothing, I’m dropping a couple guys off at your place, one is shot, shoulder, clean exit. Halleck is going to be there to hold his hand and feed him ice chips and tell him what a big brave boy he’s being. And if you have any lollypops in your office, he can choose one once he’s done. Got it?”

Silence. So he can listen. Good.

“See you in 10.” Leto hangs up and tosses the phone to Halleck’s lap. Luckily traffic isn’t too bad. If Rigo makes him late to see his girl he’s going to start taking pot shots through the mile markers. Fucking Rigo. Standing directly in front of Raban. Moron. He’s a lucky little shit, and so so so lucky Raban is a useless fuck. Was. Was a useless fuck. Shit that was so easy. He was all alone. Three against one and Rigo still managed to get himself capped. 

“Let this be a lesson, Rigo. Don’t stand in front of someone when he’s got his hands on his lap under a table. It’s not rule 1 of a confrontation or anything, but it’s gotta be in the top twenty,” says Leto. 

“What’s rule 1?” Halleck asks. 

Leto sniffs and stares at highway 90, considering. He smiles and eyes Halleck, “Go in with the safety off.”

Halleck chuckles. Rigo cries. 

“Almost there you lucky idiot.” Leto grunts over his shoulder, merging to the exit. “I’m not staying, Halleck. Dropping you both off and leaving. You can figure it out from there.” 

Halleck knows better than to disagree so he nods. He didn’t get the passenger seat by talking his way there. 

He gets off on Inglewood thanking Christ Yueh doesn’t live in fucking Malibu like every other doctor in LA. 

They pull up to Yueh’s and as soon as Gurney closes the door behind him, propping up Rigo and stumbling to the storied abode of Dr. Yueh, Leto waves a hand in the air and takes off. God, finally. 

He’s gunna make it. He didn’t think it was going to happen, the moment Raban fired. He was sure that he’d show up after the street lamps came on to find his girl warm, fuzzy, and a little disappointed; instead of sunbathed, smooth, and satiated. Fuck he can’t wait to get back inside of her, dick rubbing up on that white bikini… he presses the gas pedal harder and the palm trees that line Venice boulevard whip past at a far better rate. The sun is still orange in the sky, not even hitting the water yet. He’s given her the “before sunset” timeline before, and she’s so gracious, she counts it as a promise kept until the very last streaks of nominally lighter blues disappear, even if some stars are out. She’s fucking amazing and Leto is going to fuck her in that white bikini again before the sun goes down. Raban is dead, his girl is waiting, and he’s driving towards the descending sun that has been perfectly lined up with the rows of palms by the hand of God. Un fucking real. Leto does a bump.

He doesn’t park in the garage, leaving the vette on the street. He’ll have Rigo take it to Dave’s tomorrow to get it cleaned. But he’s not worried about that right now. He goes through the side entrance, down the tropical lined path to the backyard. There’s sill music coming from her little speaker on the drink table. She’s laying by the pool facedown on a towel, legs parted like an embossed invitation. He’s been hard since she sat on his lap earlier. Maybe it was viagra like she’d asked. As long as it’s not been four hours, he should be good, right? He’s got a blood-filled cock and blood spatter on his face and he doesn’t know if it’s Raban’s or Rigo’s or both. 

“Precious” he purrs, sinking down to his hands and knees over her legs. She doesn’t move, just continues to breathe deeply. Fuck, she’s fucking perfect and Leto is going to ruin her. As much as he likes the white bottoms, he wants them off even more. He gently tugs them down the swell of her ass, wondering how far he can get before he wakes her up. She rouses then, humming and pointing her toes in a light stretch. Not far then. 

[markleesthighs]

dangerous woman

pairing: idol!mark x richceo!y/n (fem)

genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, suggestive to smut

song: dangerous woman by SuperM (Mark’s pov) or Ariana Grande (y/n’s pov)

a/n: mark’s birthday special! Mentions of drinking, rich partying, some dom!y/n and sub!mark (suggestive and smut), also some mommy!kink (please be safe!!)

SuperM was in the US again, for another round of their concerts across the nation. You were a backer behind SuperM, loving their music and overall aesthetic. You’ve never met them since you deposited your money overseas but it would be a simple hello and thank you from them via a card and that would be it. You heard from someone that Mark’s birthday was coming up, and you wanted to give SuperM a proper place to celebrate his birthday. You decided to let SuperM stay and party at one of your mansions for the weekend. Luckily they weren’t performing the day of or day after Mark’s birthday, so it was a perfect opportunity.

You reached out to their managing staff and since you were one of the top backers for them, they humbly agreed. You arranged transportation, food, decorations, drinks, and everything the boys needed for their party celebration. You arrived at their hotel in style in your white Lamborghini, accompanied by your body guards who were driving other patrolling cars, ensuring your safety. One of them opened the door of the car for you and holding your hand. You were dressed in a black Armani pantsuit, black Louboutin heels, a black Louis Vuitton clutch, and Prada sunglasses. You were a showstopper, getting honks from cars in the streets to poor bellhop looking at you in fear. 

You entered the hotel to find the manager of the hotel to greet you. 

“Miss y/n.” The manager spoke as she bowed.

“Hello.”

“They are on the 45th floor in the penthouse suite.”

“Thank you.”

You and your bodyguards promptly went to the elevator up to the 45th floor and walked to their suite. You ringed the doorbell and knocked on the door twice. You heard a manger franticly curse in Korean before opening the door to greet you. You and your bodyguards bowed as you greeted him in Korean, asking him where SuperM was and if they were ready to depart. He apologized saying they were still packing but that you could still come inside. Their manager was yelling in Korean about how you had arrived and they had to hurry up. You walked inside and your bodyguards helped you remove your shoes as you walked into the living room area. 

You removed your sunglasses as you analyzed the room. It wasn’t super messy, just a few snacks and drinks all over the place. You picked up an empty Shin ramen cup, you smiled, these were always yummy to eat after a flight. You wondered if there was any Shin ramen laying around so you got up and found some packs in the kitchen. A member smelled the ramen and walked into the kitchen. 

“Hyung? Are you cooking ramen? Can I have-” 

He saw you and looked at you up and down. 

“Some. “

You turned to look at him, he looked so cute. His hair was still a mess, had his glasses on and a clean shaven face. 

“Wait...y-you’re...y/n! I-I’m so sorry for being informal! I-I’m M-mark from SuperM!” 

He bowed down all the way down on his knees apologizing dozens of times. You turned off the stove and walked over to him to lift his chin up. Mark smelled your Valentino Donna perfume and it was intoxicating to him. You smelled and looked amazing. Your eyes met Mark’s as he innocently gazed at you, you looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes. 

“I know who you are cutie.” You giggled. 

Mark got up after mumbling an “o-oh yeah, haha” and scratched the back of his neck. Mark kept staring at you, he had never seen anyone like you, you somehow looked like his ideal type, yet he’d never met you. Mark’s manager noticed him staring at you before he yelled at Mark to go back to his room and continue changing before he embarrasses himself in front of you. Mark apologized as he shyly left in his t shirt and pajama pants. You continued to make your ramen and ate some while you looked on your phone. You could hear the mumbling of the other members talk about you in Korean. 

“Hyung, she’s really pretty.”

“I know, I wonder how old she is.”

“You never ask a woman how old she is!”

“I would kill to date a woman like her.”

“She probably had a boyfriend or even a husband!”

You sat in the living room as each member walked out one by one greeting you and getting to know you. Mark was the last one to arrive and sheepishly apologized before joining his members in the living room. You noticed how almost all the members wore designer clothing (which you complemented them on) except Mark. He wore a simple t-shirt, jeans, baseball hat, and a Jansport backpack. You hadn’t seen one of those backpacks since elementary school. He looked simplistic yet cute, you liked it. 

“So, who’s the lucky birthday boy?” 

All the members turned and gestured to Mark pinching his cheeks and making goo goo noises towards Mark because he was the youngest of the group.

“Oh, so how old are you turning?”

“2-22 in America but 2-23 in Korean age.”

“Oh! I just turned 21 a couple months ago! How interesting. So I guess you’re my Oppa~”

Mark’s face instantly blushed looking away from you while everyone else laughed. You escorted and assigned the guys their cars and which bodyguard they’d be accompanied by. However, everyone was confused that Mark didn’t get assigned a car, which led to you announcing that Mark would be driving with you since he was the birthday boy. Everyone teased Mark with an “Ooh” or an “Ahh” and Kai blurted out in Korean “Don’t have too much fun!” as him, Ten, and Lucas left in their car. A bodyguard took Mark’s luggage and put it in one of the other cars while he gestured Mark to follow you. A bodyguard opened the car doors for you on the driver’s side and Mark on the passenger side. Mark stayed silent when you turned on the car as you prepared to leave. 

“Why so quiet birthday boy? Never been in a Lambo before?”

“Y-yeah, s-sorry that I’m being really awkward.”

“It’s alright, you ready to go?”

“Yeah!”

You and the other cars promptly left the hotel, you could see Mark’s shocked face hearing the engine and watching everyone in the streets look at you and Mark in the car. Mark looked shy and reserved keeping his hands in his lap and trying to not stare at you too much. At a stoplight you caught Mark staring at you so you turned to scare him a bit. 

“You like what you see baby?”

Mark’s ears turned red and he was panicking in the passenger seat. Mark enjoyed everything about you, your smell, look, and confidence. But you were a backer, a business partner, he shouldn’t be flirting with you. But you were so intoxicating and he wanted a little taste. Mark leaned closer to you almost brushing against your lips. 

“Maybe I do.”

Mark looked at you up and down which turned you on a bit. Mark bit his lip as you were about to kiss him, he turned away. 

“The light is green.”

“Fuck you.”

You pulled away and stepped on the gas making Mark fall back into his seat. He could see the annoyed look in your face. He liked it, it made you look cute. You sped your way to your mansion out of frustration and anger, no man has ever left you hanging like that. You stepped out of the car and slammed the door. Your bodyguards, Mark, and the other members had no time to catch up to you or ask you what was wrong. Mark now felt bad, he didn’t want to play with your heart, especially when he has only known you for three hours. Mark took his luggage as he shyly went inside with the other members. 

They were stunned by the mansion, it was shiny like a new toy to all the members. They began to hoot and holler running all over the place, looking at your giant pool, arcade room, and private spa and sauna. While they were running around wondering where they will choose to sleep, Mark wanted to find you. He kindly asked one of the body guards if they knew where your room was and they guided him into your room. 

Mark knocked on your door but there was no response so he slowly opened the door to find you no where in sight. He was confused yet shocked by the volume and luxury of your room. It was huge and simplistic yet it was also refined. Everything was perfectly clean he could smell your perfume all over your room mixed with the smell of your clean sheets. He heard some rummaging from another part of your room which was your closet. There was a crack in the door so Mark slowly approached to take a little peep to see how you were doing. 

He saw you looking around your giant Barbie-sized closet in your cute fuzzy bathrobe and bunny slippers. He noticed you pulling out a few party dresses before you settled on wearing a Versace dress with a pair of matching sandals to match. Mark watched you remove your robe to reveal your matching black lace undergarments and your almost naked body. Mark needed to look away but he couldn’t watching your hips, dips, curves and waist was making his mouth water. He watched as you put on your dress but struggled to zip it up all the way. 

Mark was about to knock on the door and pretend he wasn’t looking before you caught his adorable puppy eyes looking at you through the reflection in your full length three paneled mirror. He looked like a puppy waiting patiently for his owner to come out, you couldn’t help but pout. 

“You can come out Mark.”

Mark was in so much shock that he accidentally bumped into your door falling over onto the cold marble floor. He got up and brushed off himself and kept apologizing for creeping up on you. As you approached him his eyes kept looking down in shame. 

“I-I am s-so sorry! I didn’t mean to look but-”

“But what?” You walked closer to him taking your finger and lifting his chin up. 

“Y-you l-looked really nice.”

“Nice? Just nice?”

“Y-yeah..”

“You’re so cute. You should go get changed and go downstairs before your friends think you’ve gone missing.” You chuckled and tapped his nose. 

After that Mark promptly left your room to go downstairs to join his members in picking their rooms. Taeyong suggested that they check out the upstairs for other rooms, Mark found himself a room that was right next to yours. It was a pretty sizable room, simple decor with a full sized bathroom and walk in closet. Mark got dressed into an all black suit with a black undershirt. Mark styled his hair with a little gel. All the other SuperM members were yelling at Mark to come down to celebrate, ordering limitless amounts of chicken, beer, soju, and watermelon, Mark’s favorite meal. 

Mark walked out of his room to coincidentally see you also walk out of your room. You looked breathtaking, your hair, makeup, everything, everything was perfect. Mark gestured you to go downstairs first and watch you cascade down gracefully. As Mark walked down he could hear all his member’s screaming and clapping. They also invited some friends of Mark’s that were in the area to come help and celebrate. 

Music was blasting, drinks, food, and games were being tossed around everywhere. It was a fun night. You allowed the guys to have their fun, dance around drunk while singing karaoke or playing another round of street fighter. You liked this. You loved that SuperM gave you a taste of what it’s like to be a normal adult in their 20s, living and enjoying their life to the fullest. 

It made you ponder, you never wanted them to leave. They were a breath of fresh air, it gave you an excuse to take three vacation days from your busy schedule. It made you regret throwing yourself into a billion dollar business at 18. You just wanted to have fun, not sit and do paper work all day. But at the end of the day you felt it was worth it, because you would allow people and groups such as SuperM to thrive and bring some sort of happiness to others. 

As you were reflecting you pulled yourself outside onto the pool deck sitting in a lounge chair looking up at the clear sky, listening to your infinity pool brush water off the clear edge. Mark noticed you were alone so he took this opportunity to get to know you, before he considers pulling some real moves. 

“Hey, y/n? You alright?”

“Y-yeah! How’s the party?”

“It’s AMAZING, I can’t thank you enough for giving me a fun-filled and memorable birthday!”

“Of course.”

“Why are you outside, alone?”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“What I’m going to do when you guys are gone.”

“Gone?” “Yeah I’d have to fly back to Milan soon for fashion week, I have a fittings, approvals, and adjustments of garments to do.”

“Oh.” Mark looked slightly sad. 

“I just wish you could have stayed longer with me.”

You glanced up at him. 

“Us! I mean- I mean us! SuperM! haha...”

Mark scratched the back of his neck again out of nervousness. You and Mark continued to talk about various things bonding over Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood and Mark getting jealous that you met Justin Bieber once. You noticed the party was dying down so you decided to ask Mark if he wanted to talk to you somewhere more private. He agreed as you secretly dragged him up into your room, hoping his members didn’t see you. 

Mark’s ears felt hot, he felt himself getting excited. He stood near your bed as you closed and locked your door. You pushed Mark down on your bed crawling on top of him. Mark’s eyes were wide in shock and excitement he was waiting in anticipation before you got off of him. Mark frowned sitting up about to stand but before he could protest you started to punish him. 

“Sit.” Mark obediently sat. 

“Good boy” You spoke as you pet his hair.

“Now, because of that little stunt of a tease you did earlier in the car, no touching unless I say got it?” You seductively whispered into his ear.

Mark nodded.

“Good.”

You slowly zipped down your dress as you slowly removed one sleeve from the other. You slid your dress down with your arms down to your ankles giving Mark a clear view of your ass as you bent down. You kicked the dress to the side as you walked to sit on Mark’s lap. You could already feel him getting hard, 

“Aww, is my baby excited?”

“Y-yes.” Mark was about to wrap his arms around you but you stopped them. 

“Nuh-uh, no touching baby.”

Mark pouted.

“Good boys get rewards, are you a good boy?”

“Y-y-yes..”

“Yes who?”

“Yes...miss, y/n.”

You slapped Mark’s cheek. 

“That’s mommy to you. Again.”

“Y-yes, m-mommy.”

“Good, you’re learning. You should be rewarded.”

You shove Mark down onto his back kissing him, tasting soju and watermelon off his lips. Mark was following your rhythm, kissing you back full of passion and licking your tongue every now and then. You started to move down his neck, kissing and sucking on a soft spot. Quiet hissed and moans left Mark’s mouth as you slowly kept kissing down towards his shirt. You ripped open his shirt breaking off a few buttons. You removed his shirt and suit jacket and threw it across the room. 

“My baby is a little toned now isn’t he?”

Mark has a defined six pack which only turned you on more. You kissed down his chest while trailing your fingers down tracing his abs. You pulled down his suit pants tossing them to the side, leaving Mark in his black boxers. You could see his member outlined hardened inside. You palmed his member and Mark’s face shot up to look at you and met your eyes and let out a soft moan from his lips. You pulled down his boxers and saw his member hard, leaking with precum. 

“Baby I didn’t expect you do be so big. Mommy is so proud of you.”

“P-please...”

“Please who?”

“P-please m-mommy touch me.”

“As you wish baby.”

You played with is member pulling it up to watch it fall back and smack against his stomach. You reached into your side drawer and pulled out some lube, pouring some on top of his member before rubbing your hands against it. You could hear Mark cursing with his moans. You went faster and slower, picking up the pace to watch Mark go out of control with higher pitched moans. When Mark was about to climax you pulled your hand away and Mark whined. 

“This is what you get for teasing me in the car.”

“I-I’m sor-rry mommy! Just please!”

“Please what?”

“P-p-please let me cum!”

“Who are you talking to?”

“P-please let me cum mommy!”

As Mark spoke you picked up the pace immediately eventually sucking onto the tip of his member for added stimulation, it didn’t take long for Mark to climax into your mouth, which was a mouthful. You swallowed it and licked the rest off of his member. 

“Baby, you taste amazing.”

Mark was breathless, sweating, and seeing stars. He felt like he just did the hardest workout of his life. You climbed back on top of Mark to kiss him. 

“But...m-mommy?”

“Yes baby?”

“What about you? Shouldn’t you feel good too?”

“But it’s your birthday baby.”

“And I want to make you feel good, please. Let me make you feel good mommy~” 

The way Mark said mommy turned you on so much you wanted to go for a second round. He really knew how to rile you up. Plus, he looked adorable begging, so you gave him a free pass. 

“Alright, since it’s your birthday, you can make mommy feel good, show mommy what you’re made of baby. You are granted permission to touch me however you like baby.”

Mark immediately flipped you over and had you against your headboard with your pillows. He started to kissed you passionately while rubbing you all over your body. He would constantly ask if he was doing good and you would agree and tell him to keep going. Mark tried to remove your bra smoothly but was having some trouble. You kissed him and reassured him it was alright and removed the bra yourself. Mark kissed down your body and pulled down your underwear and he slowly pulled away your legs before licking against your wet cunt. 

“Mommy, you’re so wet...”

“All for you baby, keep going...”

Mark was surprisingly doing well making you feel really good, you were muffling your moans into your pillows before Mark finds your sweet spot which makes you jolt up to push his head down further with his hair. You were a moaning mess, Mark licked and sucked hard down on all the right places causing you to climax, almost crushing Mark’s face between your thighs. Mark smirked before kissing you, now tasting your sweet cunt in his mouth. 

“Can I put it in mommy?”

“Y-yes, please, put it in!”

Mark slowly entered you as you moaned out loud, Mark grabbed your face to look at him, he wanted to see your face. He slowly thrusted into you which felt painful at first but began to feel immense pleasure. Mark was also moaning harmoniously with you, kissing your forehead every couple of thrusts. 

“I-I’m close!”

“Me too!”

“Fuck!”

You both kissed each other as you both climaxed. Mark removed himself from you as he cuddled you into bed under your plush sheets.

“Happy birthday baby.”

[peralta-guaranteed]

Would you do any early peraltiago just hanging out being all new and scary but also comfortable and defintly end game.

Two weeks.

It's been two weeks since that chaos of a first date.

And, okay, he has to admit he doesn't have many relationships that ever passed that timemark to compare it to, but he's pretty sure none of the few who did ever felt like this. Or went to this level after less than fifteen days.

Amy was already in her pyjamas as she opened the door for him when he knocked on it after his shift, and he quickly shed his jeans and flannel for the comfort of shirts and boxers while she divided up the take away he brought on their plates. They'd chatted about their days at work, as if they hadn't sat across from each other when everything happened anyway, and Amy excitedly told him that the new book she'd been waiting on had finally come in the mail today, so that's what she pulled out when they settled on the couch and started the tv up. Her plate perched on her thighs as she scooched back on the cushions and started reading, and he was sure she didn't even notice half of the food she was shovelling into her mouth as her eyes stayed glued to the pages, so he kept a few bites of all the dishes on his plate to the side in case she'd later complain about not getting 'that perfect gyoza bite' she'd been craving all day.

And then the silence had started.

Well, it wasn't exactly silence. The tv was running some property show, and his phone would occasionally bling with a new message or twitter notification, and Amy had this habit of scratching along the pages every time she turned them. But it was quiet.

And quiet wasn't good, not in his mind. Quiet meant the suppressed rage after an unfinished fight hanging in the air, or soft sobs from another room while the cartoon laugh track from the tv tried to distract him. Quiet meant 'I'm done', in every bad sense of that phrase.

Quiet made him want to fill the empty space with as much noise as he could to drown it out.

But he knew how much Amy hated to be interrupted while reading. And what would be even worse than quiet would be her fiery stare up from those pages she was lost in, that piercing look that made him tremble long before they were even friends, when he'd receive it a lot more.

So he'd stayed quiet, too, set his attention to the new house the tv was currently showing and how absolutely horrid it was for that price range, while his mind worked overtime to convince him that maybe quiet wasn't so bad.

Quiet could be comfortable. There was no need for chatter between them anymore, and thinking back, it hadn't been needed for quite a while even before those two amazing weeks. They could sit and just be, enjoy each other's presence while doing their own thing, sometimes breaking through with a little Hey or a nod and a showing of a phone screen, or even the soft touch of fingers on arms to get the other's attention.

Amy's feet shuffle against him as if to prove that point, while she puts her finished plate on the side table without taking her eyes off of the book. He lifts them up when they hit his thigh, stretching her legs out straight across his lap and hearing the involuntary sigh of relief as her muscles unclench. She turns another page as his hands wrap around the fuzzy warm socks, press into the arch of them and start massaging.

Quiet can be good. Quiet lets him hear the soft noises she makes with every new press of his thumbs, sounds she herself probably doesn't hear. He knows them well from lying next to her in bed, when she's deep asleep and starting her little routine of whistles and peeps that are too adorable to be described.

Two weeks, and he recognises the sounds of her sleeping better than some police codes he's been learning for almost a decade. Two weeks, and they're just sitting there in silence, a whole evening spent on nothing but being together.

He looks up from her fuzzy feet to her face, still deep in the world of her book. At her usually perfect ponytail turned into a messy bun, no trace of makeup on her face, her lips being chewed on while she seems to hit a very tense part of the story. The light brown stain on the shoulder of her NYPD sweatshirt that he knows is from some coffee from ages ago and that she's been fighting to get out, but it's probably burned into the very DNA of the shirt by now. The soft curve of the thick fabric around her - knowing all about the even softer curves that hide underneath it too - down to that little tear in the side-stitch of her yoga pants, turning them from actual workout clothes into sleepwear.

No one, he thinks, not at two weeks or any other time frame, has seen her like this. Her family, maybe, parts of it - she wouldn't dare wear broken or dirty clothes in front of her mom, that he knows for sure.

She looks so beautiful without any pretense, he thinks. And something else, something that's been stuck in his throat for two weeks and needs to be swallowed down a whole lot longer if he wants to make this work.

Three little words that absolutely terrify him.

He’s not Rosa. He’s said it to more than just three people.

But not that many more.

His Nana and mom, of course, got to hear it a lot. Gina too, even though she sometimes rolled her eyes at it and scoffed. Charles, in a buddybuddy way. He’s dropped it as a joke or an oversimplification a lot, but that’s different, isn’t it? That’s not what it really means, when you say them like that, like a single statement.

Claire, the clever girl from NYU he met during his academy training, who Gina later ‘ruined financially and emotionally’ when they figured out she’d been cheating on him pretty much the entire relationship.

Sofia.

He knows now that that one maybe doesn’t count, either. It had felt wrong the second it had left his lips, even as he repeated it. It wasn’t really a feeling - it was a sense of panic, realising that things were going wrong, things were breaking, and he had to fix it, stop it, patch it up somehow, and the only thing he could think of was that. But it wasn’t true. That’s not how it was supposed to feel.

This. This, he thinks as he looks at Amy’s tongue slip out just a tad as she turns another page, this is what it’s supposed to feel like.

Like lying in a warm bath, feeling the water slip over your face as you slide under completely, every bit of your skin being heated. Like the complete absence of nerves, feeling like you could fall back at any second, because there’s always, without question, someone there to hold you up. Like that excited glimmer of joy in your chest, feeling like you’re embarking on a journey you’ve been planning for ages when all you’re doing is seeing someone you see almost every day.

I love you, he thinks and swallows it down quickly again. I love you and it’s crazy, it shouldn’t make sense, it’s been two weeks and also five years and also forever. I love you and I didn’t think this is what it feels like, I didn’t know it, I didn’t think I’d ever get to feel it like this. I love you and I know that is never going to change and I know there’ll never be anyone else, but if I say it now it will break and the quiet won’t be comfortable anymore. It will just be deafening.

-*-

She doesn’t consciously notice him starting to massage her feet - something that’s become too much of a wonderful constant already to be acknowledged every time - but she does notice when he stops.

She looks up, then, and notices Jake is staring at her with half-lidded eyes and a smile on his face, a smile that’s so soft and, as of yet, still slightly unfamiliar to her. She knows his grin too well, remembers all his guffaws, even knows about his truly excited smile, and by now also the soft turn of lips reserved for his mom and Gina sometimes, but this smile is still so new.

She doesn’t think anyone but her has ever seen it, either.

A realisation that makes her heart leap, then, completely pulled from the fantasy world of the book she’d been diving into back to reality. A glorious reality, really. Sitting here with Jake, her feet on his boxers, his soft cotton shirt clinging to his shoulders while his fingers press into her skin. That smile on his face, the smile for her, only for her.

Two weeks, and now that she thinks back, she’s seen that smile every day. Hitting her like a sledgehammer during her awkward stammers at the first few dates, making her stumble while walking through Central Park hand in hand. Caught in a funny selfie of them in front of some weird statues they found there.

They’d quickly shed the date-routine of outside and traded it for the comfort of their homes, though, and she’d excused it with the fact that they were more often than not exhausted from work, and spending time together was just easier in PJs and with trashfood than planning an outfit for a fancy restaurant. But maybe it was something else, too, something that didn’t need all the extravagance and facade of special dates. Something comfortable and sheltering and good.

Still, it maybe shouldn’t dissolve into completely ignoring him in favor of some stupid book.

“I can finish this some other time.” She says, softly, and watches the smile slowly fade from his face. “If you want to chat?”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, but also climbs over to settle against her side, his arms around her ribs and his head fitting perfectly into the curve of her shoulder, and that’s a mixed message if she’s ever seen one. “Keep reading. You’ve been waiting for that book for weeks.”

“It’s still gonna be here tomorrow.” And so will you, and the day after that, and the day after, and hopefully forever, she thinks, but she knows what’s more important as her fingers start carding through his hair.

“Read, Santiago.” He mumbles in a deep voice, and it makes her laugh, but she does reopen the book she’s been holding closed with one finger slipped in between the pages.

And so she continues, only half diving back into her fantasy world, the other half firmly locked in place by his hands sliding up and down her waist, his breath trailing over her skin down into the opening of her sweatshirt, his warmth radiating from her side all over her.

She can feel his warmth growing, and the breath calming, slipping down into that soft rhythm she knows well from her bedroom as his hands still. And when she looks down next, Jake’s eyes are closed, his face gone slack and his mouth open in a little pout as he starts those little rumbling sounds from his throat that she knows mean he’s far, far gone already.

She’s seen him asleep before their two weeks together, all balled up on the break room couch after a few overnighters, slumped into a chair or spread out over the uncomfy single bed in their stakeout holeout. She’s always been fascinated about this over-animated, noisy creature turning all soft and pliable and calm, his face morphing into an even younger impression of himself, if that’s even possible for a baby-faced adult like him. But it hits differently when it’s so much closer, when she knows she can make his eyebrows scrunch up and slacken again with her fingers scratching behind his ear.

They’ve only had two weeks, and she already knows aspects of him she never knew existed. She’s seen him at his best and his worst, and found both sides perfect.

Two weeks with anyone else, and they’d often not even seen her apartment yet. Two weeks, and she was still dressing up in outfits she didn’t even think about in her normal life, watching makeup tutorials online to perfect a smokey eye, making sure not to whine too much about her day at work and check off those interesting talking points she’d mentally collected instead while they ordered at whatever nice restaurant she’d picked for them.

Yet here she is, two weeks in, in the most ratty outfit she could find, her hair in desperate need of a wash and the feeling of a pimple making itself known on her chin, Jake in his shirt and boxers pressed against her side, softly snoring after the tough day they’ve both had.

She wonders why it feels so different, and yet not wrong at all, from all the other relationships she’s had to this point.

Maybe because it’s not as new as they make it out to be. Sure, their official relationship started almost exactly two weeks ago, but everything they have started so much earlier.

He was there when she created the coffee stain on her sweatshirt, dropping her head down with a grown on her table after they’d gone over the possible alibis after hours at her place for the hundredth time. He’d poked his finger into the tear on her yoga pants after a Sergeant-mandated work out with a laugh before she’d even noticed it herself. He’s held her hair back in even grodier states while she was kneeling over a toilet at Shaw’s, glad for their unisex approach for the dinky, dirty little closet they called WC that meant he could follow her when she stormed off from the bar.

Maybe that’s why she didn’t feel nearly as freaked out or anxious about their settling of the relationship as she would have if it happened with anyone else. He was already settled into her life, a comforting constant she could rely on. It wasn’t much of a leap from that kind of partnership to a romantic one, she reasons, obviously it would need less of an adjustment time.

And maybe that was just one of the reasons why it felt so right. Maybe there was something else, too, bubbling up her throat and slipping out into the safety of their silence right now, with him deep asleep on her.

“I love you.” She whispers, and she knows she’ll have to wait a lot longer to say that to his conscious self. She knows he’s difficult with emotions, and closes up faster than any wild clam if threatened with ‘seriousness’. And she also knows, with a twinge to her heart, that he has more than valid reasons for that - that he’s barely ever heard or said those words without them immediately crumbling in his hands.

“I love you.” She repeats, carding through his hair one more time to a soft sigh from him. “And it’s safe. I promise. It’s safe with me.”

His head turns, digs a little deeper into her shoulder, and while she knows she shouldn’t tell him yet if she wants this to work, she hopes he hears it at least a little bit. That it settles into his mind while he sleeps, makes him feel as comfortable and sure as she feels whenever she’s with him. Makes it a little easier for him to take that step and say it back some day, when she dares to try it out loud for real.

Whenever that is, she’ll be there. It’ll be worth waiting for, she knows, just to hear it again and again after that.

Hopefully for the rest of their lives.