#people say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you ruining your life

[aglionbyacademia]

Neil in a “my kink is karma” t shirt

[yantao-enthusiast]

sorry for only listening to my kink is karma on repeat for the past day i’m thinking about cadina

[staileykout]

i cannot stop listening to my kink is karma and naked in manhattan

[canmargesimpson]

Idk just a weird story I got in the middle of the night

When Robin told Steve they were going to New York to see an old friend, the last thing on his mind was to end up in an underground queer bar with drag queens and prostitutes. I mean he’s not complaining, but why couldn’t they meet over coffee like friends, or just a regular bar, but no. It had to be a basement of a pizza restaurant where glitter and the sticky feeling was all around them. 

“Robin, are you sure this is the place?” he said as she moved through the crowd to a free table, in front of the small yet very illuminated stage “cuz i dont think… these are your type of friends?”

“Hey handsome” a transvestite placed a hand on his shoulder and let her long nail press along making him shiver “Want something to drink?”

Robin smiled, completely pleased with the situation his friend was it

“Give me a rum and coke, and for the gentleman… get him a shirley temple please”

“What?! No!” steve shook his head “ a beer is fine please”

“A rum and coke and shirley temple on their way” she laughs as she walks away

Robin laughs too as she takes her purse and places it on the table. Steve just flips her off and looks around trying to understand where they were. The drinks were eventually served, and thankfully Steve got his beer, but also a phone number.

“Wet Wendy?” Steve reads “Her name is Wet wendy…”

“I have heard worst” robin scruggs, “and come on, have fun, you’re a fresh bisexual, and you're surrounded by everything you might like, no need to stress”

Steve breathes deeply and looks around, and before he can say something a loud music starts. It's a 80s like beat that is quite slow, and the lights started to go down while the stage curtains open

“Steve, it's starting,” Robin says as she hands him a 20 dollar bill. 

On the stage there's a chair and a woman with her back to the audience. She has long, vicious hair that is curly and puffy. The person turns around and starts to sing the song. 

“We broke up on a tuesday, 

kicked me out with the rent paid

Ruined my credit

Stole my cute aesthetic”

And oh boy was Steve hooked. Other than the amazing hair, she was wearing some small yet clear devil horns. On her face was drawn a big white heart on her face, with the rest being red. The face on her though made his jeans tight, but just a bit. I'm talking bright blue eyeshadow, with some jewels and some big lashes that made the eyes pop brighter than ever he thought it was possible. There was a red lip tainted on her lips that were glossy and shiny. And the outfit was the best part of it all. She was wearing black pleather heels with red and black lingerie that fit like a glove. No to add a thigh corset that shaped the body like an hourglass. Steve was drooling.

But when the bridge started steve was pretty sure he was in heaven

It’s hot

When you have a meltdown 

In the front of your house 

And you’re getting kicked out 

It’s hot

When you’re drinking downtown

And you’re getting called out 

Cause you’re running your mouth 

Oh god

The way she crawled on the floor while lip syncing the moans of the song made Steve's ears burn like a fever. She then layed on the floor on her back, to then arch it and show the red wine bra that had black jewels like nippels. She then got on her feet and got off the stage and walked around. People started to hand her dollars and she just grabbed them, stuffed them on her bra and then painties. Steve had to blink twice to make sure he was awake. 

The girl then noticed him. He cracked. He let out a sigh like a moan as she locked eyes with her. Her dark brown almost black eyes looked like those supernovae in Dustin space books. It just got him trapped voluntarily and it made him gulp. She started to strut to him and grabbed him by the jaw to look up at her. 

Ruin your life 

You losing you mind

You dying your hair 

People say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you

crashing your car 

You breaking your heart

You thinking I care

People say I’m jealous but my kink is karma 

She sang those words as she stared at him and smirked while taking a seat on his lap. God he was in trouble now. It took everything in him to stay still and not let his third leg rise up, but sometimes things just happen and it's inevitable. He looked up at her so ashamed and sorry for what he's doing, and for making her uncomfortable. She is trying to do her job and here is Steve with his willy hard. But it was as he looked up in awe at her, as she sang to the audience while dancing on him, that she enjoyed it of sorts. She then looked down at him, smirked and kissed him, hardly leaving a bright red stain on his lips that he would rather die than to take it off. 

She climbed off him and walked back to the stage to dance where she made it very clear that not only she loves the attention but also loves the feeling on the stage. She belongs there, with her hair flowing with her moves. The way she portrays the song made it feel like she was singing to him and only him. Steve felt like he was in a world with only him and her. It was crazy.

He didn't even realize she had left until robin was snapping her finger in front of him. He looked at her and blinked again quickly and looked around

“Where did she go?” 

“Her set finished 10 minutes ago, have you just been imagining her this entire time you perv?” she laughs, but steve just stares at her

“I need to meet her” he says

“Well you will”

“What!?”

“Yeah! In a few so go to the bathroom and get yourself together men, your friend joined the party, and that not really cute when meeting new people”

Steve stood up and ran to the bathroom that thank the lord was empty at the time. He washed his face and removed the lipstick stain from his lips  and tried to calm down whatever was happening with him and his body at the moment. God he's about to meet her! He need to make a great first impression because then he’s fucked. He moved his hair from one side to another till it looked great. He smiled to the mirror and winked hyping himself up. 

“Come on harrington, you got this' ' He said before leaving the bathroom.

Robin and him walked toward the back of the so-called bar to where a room with a star on the door hung where the word “dressing room” was written. Robin knocked twice before opening the door to find a bunch of men in makeup and robes running around changing wig and shoes. But on the very end, the dark curly mane stood up clearly. Steve swallowed and inhaled deeply as they walked into the dressing room towards her. She was wearing one of those 50s womens robes with the edge being fur. It was black with red fur and it was transparent enough for Steve to see some tattoos on her back that he didn't seem to see earlier. 

“Hey!!” Robin said excitedly and she turned around.

Steve’s smiles didn’t fall… but it definitely twitched.

“Hey robs” Eddie munson said with a cig on his lips. 

He looked better than Steve remembered from high school. He looked…. Amazing actually. The way his jaw was sharp and fine, his smirk was wider and flirtier than ever. He looked…. Even better than the stage.

“How are you feeling harrington?” he smirked “didn’t know you were one for underground bars, i thought you were more of a… 3 star michelin kind of guy”

The way he smoothed talked and slithered into Steve’s head made him literally stutter with his words

“I-i-i  I mean- You- wha- li-” he then gave up trying to speak and just nodded subtly “yep”

[starter-library]

THE RISE AND FALL OF A MIDWEST PRINCESS BY CHAPPELL ROAN LYRIC STARTERS

feel free to change phrasing as you see fit

“I’m so sick of online love”

“Um, can you play a song with a fucking beat?”

“Ladies, you know what I mean and you know what you need”

“She was a playboy, Brigitte Bardot. She showed me things I didn't know”

“She did it right there out on the deck, Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck”

“I just wanna get to know ya guess I didn't quite think it through”

“Fell in love with the thought of you”

“Baby, why don't you come over?”

“Want me to fuck you? Baby, I will 'cause I really want to”

“Well, back at my house I've got a California king. Okay, maybe it's a twin bed And some roommates”

“I heard you like magic I've got a wand and a rabbit”

“Baby, let's get freaky, get kinky, Let's make this bed get squeaky”

“Nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone"

“Cause after midnight I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the club lights”

“I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind”

“I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight”

“I really want your hands on my body”

“Baby, put your hands up, Be a freak in the club”

“I'd suggest the jazz bar on Mary Ann Street but you'd buy me a drink and we know where that leads”

“I'll meet you for coffee ‘cause if we have wine you'll say that you want me. I know that's a lie”

“If I didn't love you it would be fine”

“I'd rather feel something than nothing at all”

“If I didn't trust you it would be fine”

“We've done this before and I don't need it anymore”

“Let's not do coffee. Let's not even try”

“I've heard so many rumors that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch”

“I thought you thought of me better”

“It's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser”

“I try to be the chill girl but honestly, I'm not”

“Bragging to your friends I get off when you hit it, I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry dude you didn’t”

“I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell”

“Never waste a Friday night on a first date"

“And so, I take him to this bar, this man wouldn't dance, He didn't ask a single question, and he was wearing these fugly jeans”

“He doesn't have what it takes to be with a girl like me”

“I'm through with all these hyper mega bummer boys like you”

“I need a super graphic ultra modern girl like me”

“We're hot, we're drunk”

“Look at her moving, baby, she's the one”

“At every party we're the party, shaking our asses and making out while the world collapses”

“Get up off your feet, get up on that bar”

“I could be the one, or your new addiction”

“I don't want the world, but I'll take this city”

“Call me hot, not pretty”

“Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me”

“You can take me hot to go”

“I try not to care but it hurts my feelings”

“You don't have to stare, comе here, get with it. No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute”

“Baby, don't you like this beat? I made it so you'd sleep with me”

“What's it take to get your number?”

“What's it take to bring you home?”

“You coming home with me?”

“If karma's real, hope it's your turn”

“It's hot when you have a meltdown In the front of your house and you're getting kicked out”

“It's hot when you're drinking downtown and you're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth”

“People say I'm jealous, but my kink is watching You ruin your life, You losing your mind”

“People say I'm jealous, but my kink is karma”

“Wishing you the best, in the worst way”

“No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater”

“Do you picture me like I picture you?”

“Am I in the frame from your point of view?”

“So, tell me now all your perversions”

“I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you”

“I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line”

“If you really wanna leave I'll never make you stay”

“Whatever you decide I will understand and it will all be fine”

“And love is a kaleidoscope how it works, I'll never know”

“I know you wanted me to stay but I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA”

“Won't make my mama proud it's gonna cause a scene”

“On the stage in my heels it's where I belong”

“Every night's another reason why I left it all”

“Don't think I've left you all behind”

“I know you're probably busy but I would love to see you”

“I'd love if you knew you were on my mind”

“Boys suck and girls I've never tried and we both know we're getting drunk tonight”

“Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine”

“I know you want it, baby, you can have it”

“If I don't try, then it's my loss”

“Won't you fucking touch me?”

“I just want to touch you”

“I want all of your love”

“Thought I'd be cool in California, I’d make you proud”

“To think I almost had it going but I let you down”

“I fantasize what we would do and how would it taste?”

“Can we drag it out and never quit?”

“Oh my god, you are heaven sent With your dirty mind”

[faggot-friday]

we broke up on a tuesday kicked me out with a rampage ruined my credit stole my cute aesthetic who knew that we’d let it get so bad when it ended its comical bridges you’ve burned if karmas real hope it’s your turn and i heard from katie you’re losing it lately move back with your parents and date girls who are eighteen it’s hot when you have a meltdown in the front of your house and you’re getting kicked out it’s hot when you’re drinking downtown and you’re getting called out cause you’re running your mouth it’s hot and it’s coming around yeah it’s coming around yeah it’s coming around oh god oh god people say im jealous but my kink is watching you ruin your life you losing your mind you dyeing your hair people say i’m jealous but my kink is watching you crashing your car you breaking your heart you thinking i care people say im jealous but my kink is karma wishing you the best in the worst way using your distress as foreplay six months since april and im doing better no need to be hateful in your fake gucci sweater it’s hot when you have a meltdown in the front of your house and you’re getting kicked out it’s hard when you’re drinking downtown and you’re gettin called out cause you’re runnin your mouth it’s hot and it’s coming around yeah it’s coming around yeah it’s comin around oh god oh god people say im jealous but my kink is watching you ruin your life you losing your mind you dyeing your hair people say i’m jealous but my kink is watching you crashing your car you breaking your heart you thinking i care people say im jealous but my kink is karma it’s hot when you’re going through hell and you’re hating yourself im feeling myself it’s hot when you know that you’re caught and you’re getting pissed off its gettin me off it’s hot it’s hot oh god oh god oh god people say i’m jealous but my kink is watching you ruin your life you losing your mind you dyeing your hair people say i’m jealous but my kink is watching you crashin your car you breakin your heart you thinking i care people say im jealous but my kink is karma

[1-800-dreamgirl]

It’s hot when you have a meltdown in the front of your house and you’re getting kicked out it’s hot when you’re drinking downtown and you’re getting called out cause you’re running your mouth oh god and it’s coming around yeah it’s coming around yeah it’s coming around oh god oh god people say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you ruin your life you losing your mind you dyeing your hair people say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you crashing your car you breaking your heart you thinking I care people say I’m jealous but my kink is karma

[interluds]

“     people     say     i’m     jealous,     but     my     kink     is     watching     you     ruin     your     life.     ”

[majudgemajudge]

People say I’m jealous, but my kink is watching you ruin your life.

[carrymelikeimcute]

Blackhands lyrics that fuck up my insides

I’m gonna haunt you in your head The things we did The last words I said Go life your life F**k your goodbyes If you’re gonna leave, Leave me for dead

Just cut me up Throw me away I’ll let you get on with your day Just keep on walking I’ll be here rotting baby

'Leave me for dead' - Gayle

People say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you

Ruin your life You losing you mind You dying your hair People say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you crashing your car You breaking your heart You thinking I care People say I’m jealous but my kink is karma

'My kind is karma' - Chappell Roan

Was it more appeasing when I was just pleasing? I look good on my knees Sucks you’re never gonna get me back again When I got healthy, did that make you hate me? And now, I’m never losing sleep I’m over it.

This is how I learn to say no Take your pretty words and go choke

'This is how I learn to say no' - Emeline

So give me your worst excuses any reason to stay Give me your lips that taste of her I’d kiss them again I’d rather you walk all over me than walk away Give me the worst of you, coz I want you anyway

'Worst of you' - Maisie Peters

Grab your sword, you might just need it 'Cause I'm not afraid of cheatin' Oh, I hate to tell you this way But villains aren't born Darlin', they're made

'Villains aren't born (they're made)' - Peggy

The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour

'Labour' - Paris Paloma

[party-hearses]

people say i’m jealous but my kink is watching / you ruin your life, you losing your mind, you dyeing your hair / people say i’m jealous but my kink is watching / you crashing your car, you breaking your heart, you thinking I care

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

people say im jealous but my kink is watching ypu

ruin your life

you losing your mind

you dying your hair

people say i’m jealous but my kink is karma

[whoreshop]

People say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you ruin your life.

You loosing your mind.

You dyeing your hair.

You crashing your car.

You breaking your heart.

You thinking I care.

People say I’m jealous but my kink is karma.

Wishing you the best, in the worst way.

Using your distress, as foreplay.

Two years since April, and I’m doing better.

No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater.

[wint3r-h3art]

All Mine | S.Strange x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a date night with your fiance for your anniversary, but a run-in with your ex turned your mood sour. Stephen wasn’t going to let it ruin your night.

Word count: 3.7K 

Warning: Established relationship, slight angst and smut, then fluff a head. Protective and possessive Stephen, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, breeding kink (Stephen is feeling spicy), creampied.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI !!

A/N: this is my entry to @fluffyprettykitty writing challenge. My prompt was “dinner date, but run into an ex”. At first I was going for some jealous Strange, but I wrote that already * cough cough* Suit & Tie *cough cough* 🌝 I’ve been in my feels lately, and then the discussion about Stephen and his breeding kink happened, so here we are. It’s only briefly, but y’know, it’s still something. 💛 if you enjoy this, comment and reblog are greatly, greatly appreciated. It just means a lot. No beta as usual, so if I missed anything, I apologized 💛

Dr. Strange Masterlist

***do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my work anywhere else !!

It was supposed to be a nice anniversary dinner with your fiance.

After being together for more than three years, you and he were hoping for some nice night out where you could enjoy your alone time together.  All of that seemed to diminish though when you spotted your ex-boyfriend walking into the same restaurant you and Stephen were at.

“What a nice surprise! How long has it been already? four, five years?”

“8 years if you include the blip,” you pointed out before picking up your glass of wine and drinking it hastily. You felt Stephen eyeing you, yet he made you move to step in yet.

“That long, huh? Damn. Looking good…and you are?” your ex turned to look at your fiance. All of you knew that he knew who Stephen was. Yet his pretense to not knowing who he was meant to humiliate you. Stephen did not take that too kindly as he noticed your expression.

“Doctor Stephen Strange, former neurosurgeon and the current master of the mystic art–you know one of the people that helped bring everyone back from the blip.” Stephen flashed your ex a cocky smile.

You could feel the air around him shifted. This was the infamous asshole Stephen that you don’t want to mess with.

You watched as your ex-boyfriend’s face slowly morphed into something of a scowl. 

“Oh, so you’re with the Avenger…Nice to know you’re moving up in life, Y/N. I remember how shy you were. Like, can you believe that, babe? I was dating a shy person. I didn’t know what I was thinking.” 

Stephen didn’t miss the jab he intended for you. You could see the way the muscles of your fiance’s jaws clenched and unclenched as he tried his hardest to not make a scene.

“I’m John by the way and this is my girlfriend–”

“Suzanne,” she chimed in as she rushed forward and offered her hand to Stephen. Your fiance glanced down at her hand first before his eyes glanced back up to her face. He was completely unamused.

“I’m a big fan of your, doctor….Oh my–I didn’t know you’re a fan of Armani. Y’know, I modeled for their brand before. Lovely people to work with. I can totally hook you up with even nicer suits.”

Stephen looked at the woman before him then at her hand before he spoke again, completely neglecting her hand and her as well. “That’s great and all that, but I’m trying to have dinner with my fiance here. If you both don’t mind, I would like to continue.”

Your ex-boyfriend was about to say something, but no words came out. You turned at Stephen and noticed that his hand moved in a slight gesture as if he had cast a spell on the other man.

“John, what are you saying?! Are you choking? Jesus, John! Someone help him!” Suzanne scrambled as the host and servers alike came rushing to see what was happening.

“Stephen!” you hissed under your breath as you watched him chuckling behind his wine glass.

“What, sweetheart?”

“Stop that.”

Stephen shrugged as he sat the glass down and began cutting the stake on his plate. “Stop what? Our dinner? I thought you were enjoying it.”

“Babe, I know what you did…Please?” 

“Give him a week and a half. His annoying voice will return. Happy?”

“Thank you.”

His dark brows lifted. “For what? He was trying to humiliate you. I only did what I had to do, protecting your honor.”

You chuckled, though he noticed your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. He could sense that your ex-boyfriend’s words were getting to you. 

“And I thank you for that,” you comment, though you still refuse to meet his eyes. Something about the way he was looking at you right now that made you want to just curl up into his arms. But tonight was your night. You shouldn’t let such a small thing like this bother you.

Or so you tell yourself.

The ride back to the sanctum was quiet. 

Stephen didn’t say much after that. He could see the sparkle in your eyes was gone, completely diminished by that scumbag. He could see how much it bothered you and he wasn’t going to let tonight turn sour. He was determined to make it up to you the only way he knows how.

Stephen wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you in against him as you exited the cap. His mouth took yours with an ardent fervor the moment the sanctum door closed. 

Your hands clung to his chest. His kiss was bold and possessive. You couldn’t help but surrender your will to him.

Your mouth parted without much thought, and Strange took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside. He lifted you slightly, pressing your back against the hard wooden door of his room, while his other hand grabbed your thigh as he pressed his groin against your growing ache. 

He tasted sweet just like the wine you shared, yet his smell was what enticed you. He was like a hot summer day. The heady, warm, and spicy smell was like a spell, lulling you into a haze, filling your head with nothing but his masculine scent. It was hard to resist when all you could think of was him. 

His tongue slowly traced along your lower lip before he dipped back inside, stroking and flickering with a promise. 

In this ecstatic moment, you’ve forgotten about your little run-in with your ex-boyfriend or the little comment he made with his date about how docile and meek you were. It seemed like your fiance made sure that your thoughts were filled with nothing but him and his ability to reduce you into a panting mess. 

His mouth teased and played with you, nibbling at your lips occasionally while he shamelessly ground his bulge against your clothed slit. You moaned under his kiss, eyes closed as you were enraptured by him. Your breasts tingled, and your nipples hardened, pushing and straining against the thin fabric of your dress, which did nothing to hide your desire for him.

The sweet ache between your thighs only grew stronger to a point where it started to throb to your frantic heartbeat. Slick gathered at your panties, dampening through the thin fabric.  Every time you felt his bulge pressing too hard against your center, you felt like you were about to burst right out of your skin.

“All mine,” he muttered as he kissed his way down to your neck, then to your chest. The possessiveness of his words excited you. It was rare to see him lose his composure, let alone abandon his usual calm and collective mentality. Perhaps it was the way your ex was talking about you, or perhaps it was his way of reassuring you that you were more than your past. 

Or perhaps, Strange was simply a jealous man.

You see, he didn’t miss the way your ex was looking at you and saw the kind of woman you have become. It wasn’t all of his doing completely, but he knew damn well that he was the one that truly sees the real you–the real woman with need and desire with an insurmountable appetite underneath those layers of insecurity and diffidence. He was the one that loved all your ups and downs, staying up with you all night to talk about your day and comfort you when you needed it most. And that couldn’t even surmount all the time you have taken care of him.

Stephen lingered there as he pressed his nose against the soft flesh of your cleavage, inhaling your scent. Your skin felt scorched by his mouth as desire flamed inside of you. Goosebumps pricked at your skin as you felt his tongue sweep over the soft flesh. Your breath wavered as your head fell back against the wall. You could feel his teeth grazing on your skin before he raised his head and kissed your mouth once more. 

This time, you clung to him with an equal passion. Your hands gripped at his arms, your tongue slid against his with the same boldness, an invitation for even deeper intimacy.

“Please,” you muttered against his lips as you drew back a little to breathe. 

You caught a glimpse of him and saw how swollen his lips were. Your eyes moved to meet his. The bright, deep, cerulean eyes were now darkened like a raging storm, ready to strike at any moment. 

“Please what, darling?” His voice came out deep and husky as if it was rumbling from deep within his chest. His eyes scanned your features, looking into your eyes first before dropping to your lips once more. You noticed the pink tip of his tongue darted out to lick his lower lips, watching and wishing he would kiss you again.

“Take me,” you said weakly. “Make me forget about tonight.” 

Stephen didn’t miss the way you looked at him so earnestly. It was a pleading, almost a begging to feel something more than this feeling right now. 

He leaned in and kissed you once more, gently this time, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your body jerked as the heat slowly slithered down to your nether region once again, setting your body ablaze from inside out.

His rough hand cupped your breast, kneading it gently through the thin fabric of your dress, then stroking his finger back and forth until your nipple began to harden. Your hands gripped at his biceps. Your breath wavered as you moaned into the kiss, clearly surprised by the hunger that burned from deep inside you. 

Strange’s lips moved to kiss along your jawline as he not so subtly lowered the straps of your dress down your shoulders. He continued to slide the thin garb down till it pooled at your feet, exposing your breasts to him. Your head fell back against the door, back arched forward almost at an impossible angle, inviting him to feast upon your newly exposed skin.

Strange welcomed your invitation with enthusiasm, kissing his way down your neck, then to your chest. He seized one nipple between his lips, sucking fiercely into his mouth, making the sensitive nub stiffen to a peak under his relentless tongue. It was so taut that it felt almost painful, but never once did you push him away.

A small noise slipped underneath your breath and sounded almost like a moan. Stephen picked you up with minimum effort and walked over to his bed before he slowly lowered your body down onto the soft mattress. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment to look at you. 

He watched you with half-hooded eyes, observing his work with a hungry gaze. You could clearly see by the impressive tent on his crotch. The sight made your mouth water, knowing the kind pleasure awaited you. 

Stephen threw his suit jacket first, throwing it to the floor, then his tie as he hastily loosened it around his neck. He wasn’t being careful with it as he roughly ripped his shirt open, popping the top buttons right out, exposing his hard, muscular chest. You swallowed as you watched the man before you slowly came undone.

His mouth found yours once more, this time he was kissing you with a newfound urgency that set your nerve ablaze. His kiss deepened and it was growing more demanding. You writhed beneath him, finding yourself wrapping your legs around his taut waist, pressing your aching core up against his bulge, hoping it was enough to sate the pulsating ache that you no longer could ignore. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Your fingers found their way to his hair. Nails gently scrape against his scalp, eliciting a growl right out of him.

The noise made you whimper. It was primal and deep as if you had stirred awake the feral beast from its slumber. 

Stephen trailed his lips down, moving southward past your jawline, then the delicate column of your neck, leaving wet trails behind. His mouth moved further down to the space between the valley of your breasts. He lingered there for a moment, kissing and licking your soft tender skin there before he began to suck at your nipple while he rolled the other with his free hand. 

The sound he was making was lewd and straight-up sinful. His piercing eyes were on you the whole time as he pulled back slightly and made it a show by the way his tongue flickered over your sensitive nub. You couldn’t help but strain beneath him as the pleasure continued to build up.

After Strange was satisfied with his onslaught, he gave your mouth one last lick before he kissed his way downward, past your stomach. 

“Gonna make you see how beautiful you are to me,” he muttered as he was now kneeling between your legs. His hands were now trembling slightly as he stroked your inner thighs with careful deliberation.  

You let out a yelp when he draped your legs over his shoulders. His eyes wandered to the sweet space between your legs. His breath wavered as his hand slipped up toward the throbbing ache exploratively. You could feel yourself holding your breath as you watched and waited.

His fingers found you quite easily, running them up and down the seam of your folds before spreading them out with two fingers, baring your most intimate part to him. A low, throaty moan slipped past your lips when you felt his tongue sweep upon your quivering flesh.

Your head fell back against the soft mattress, hands flew to his head, tugging slightly when you felt the pressure building up at the pit of your stomach. Stephen pushed his tongue inside, slowly fucking your delicate hole with shallow penetration while his thumb gently rubbed over your clit.

He took his time toying with you, swirling at flickering at your sensitive flesh. One moment he was fucking you with his tongue, another time he was licking and slurping at your juices, drinking up your sweet nectar greedily.

Each lick and each swipe set your nerve ablaze. Each touch scorched your skin as searching hot desires gathered at the pit of your stomach, threatening to abrupt at any moment. The more he was playing with your clit, the more on edge you became until you couldn’t take it anymore as you were desperate for some sort of a release.

Stephen pushed two fingers inside your slick heat while his tongue worked at your swollen clit. Lewd, squelching sound began to fill the room as he began to pump his digits in and out of you with intent. You couldn’t do anything else except moan and groan whenever he stroked that one spot that made your toe curl and your stomach did a flip. 

Soft pleading words poured out of your lips as you felt yourself getting closer, beckoning him to bring you to your release. Stephen was more than willing to comply. The pressure that built and built from the moment he was on you finally snapped. You came apart in his arms like you always do, straining and convulsing around him. Panting his name under your breath as your hand fists the sheet tightly, trying to hold onto some sort of physical thing.

It felt like a never-ending assault on your senses as his mouth was still on your throbbing pussy, devouring you, licking and slurping at your release like a starved man, edging you closer to yet another orgasm.

His room was now filled with nothing but the sound of your panting and heaving as you lay there. Stephen slowly sat back, licking and sucking at his fingers like they were candy. Eyes burned into you like the heat of a thousand suns.

You hazily looked at him with half-hooded eyes as you tried to gather whatever was left of your sanity. It was clear that he was as needy and aroused as you are as your eyes fell up the tent that sat between his laps.

Strange watched you intensely as he practically ripped his shirt open and discarded it over his shoulder. Next were his pants. His fingers did a quick work unbuckling the belt, then swiftly lowered his pants. 

Your eyes landed on his cock, springing rigidly in his palm. He watched you watching him. His palm slowly stroked the shaft as his lips twitched into a knowing smile. 

“I really can’t wait to fill you up with all of my cum,” he muttered as he knelt on the mattress, hand still on his cock. “One of these days, I’ll get to see you round with my baby…Do you want to carry my baby, sweetheart?”

You watched the way his fist encircled and tugged on the swollen shaft, growing fatter as the smooth head glistened under the light. He was more than ready to take you. You couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips as you watched tentatively, knowing the type of exquisite pleasure he offered you. You always thought he never wanted children, so his question surprised you. You just thought it was from the spur of the moment, but looking into his eyes right now, he was more than serious.

“Fuck, Stephen. You know I do,” you muttered as you reached out and began to tug at his cock. Your fiance sucked in his breath as he watched you slowly pumping him. He was so hot and so hard, yet the skin that covered the shaft felt like velvet–he was soft and hard all at the same time.

“Baby, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he mumbled before he pushed down. Stephen searched himself in between your legs again as he rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your folds, coating it with your slick juice. Stephen smirked slightly as he pushed it slightly against your clit, which caused your legs to shake slightly. 

You huffed as you pushed your hips to meet his, and Stephen chuckled before he finally entered you in one swift motion. You both let out a moan in unison as he began to move. 

His nostrils flared as your slick heat was swallowing him whole. His hands were planted on either side of you as his hips moved languidly at first as your tightness slowly engulfed him inch by inch. Every time he withdrew himself back, you both moaned in relief before he overwhelmed you once more with his thickness.

Slowly he began to pick up his pace, pumping in and out of you with ease. Stephen would pull himself all the way out before pushing himself all the way to the base, and each time you felt like all air was being sucked out of your lungs. 

Words failed you because simply there were no words to describe the sort of pleasure he was giving you. It felt stronger than a physical thing as he touched you to your core.

Stephen gritted his teeth as he felt your wall slowly fluttering around his cock. He grunted as your wall began to clamp around his shaft, feeling the wave of orgasm over your body. You strained and spasmed beneath him as he continued to fuck you, using you to reach his own as well. 

His pace was brutal, and the sound he made was unlike anything you’ve heard, and not a moment too long after, his body strained over yours, and spurts of his cum filled your inside. His body remained still. You didn’t know how long or when he laid next to you. His cock was still inside you, plugging your hole up with nothing but his seed.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I don’t wanna move. You feel too good,” he panted. 

You could feel his cock was getting softer as you felt some of his cum leaking out of you. You let out a soft mewl at the way the slippery fluid rolled down your thigh.

“Stephen…,” you moaned as you looked over your shoulder. His lips found yours with a passionate kiss before he pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“Do you mean it?” you asked, feeling a bit bashful now that the haze of your lust was finally lifted.

“What? About having kids with you?”

You nodded, teeth biting your lower lips.

“Yeah–I mean eventually…Why? Is that hard to believe?”

“You did say you’ve never wanted kids…” you pointed out. 

“Well, it was before you…Now I can’t even stop thinking about how lovely you’ll look when you’re nice and round with our baby.”

The word “our” melted your heart. “Truly?”

Stephen nodded. “Perhaps four or five years from now, our little one will be running around the sanctum, causing some trouble,” he chuckled softly. “Maybe they can give Wong a run for his money.”

You chuckled at that prospect as you laid there in his arms, imagining a life with him.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said softly. “I know you didn’t want a scene, but I can’t help it.”

“It’s alright,” you said softly, your hand was now cupping his cheek. “I’m actually glad no fight broke out, to be honest. Thank you for handling it well. I wonder though, what would you have done if I let you be?”

“Honestly, it's probably something more humiliating…Perhaps punching himself in the face non-stop…or perhaps him mooing instead of words.”

This made you laugh. “Is that even possible?”

“Darling, anything is possible. Want to find out?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, Stephen! Tonight is about us, remember. Forget about him!”

“Fine. I hope you know that I love you and that I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, missy.”

You stared at Stephen for a long moment before you buried your face in his chest. You didn’t know how else to react, except to hold him closer than he was now. 

“I love you, Stephen. And I’m very happy here with you.”

“Good, because you’re all mine.”

[tojiaesth]

boyfriend

gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: you and gojo had some sort of unspoken agreement in which you refused to adhere to labels and instead chose to have fun. except neither of you would ever admit the hold you had on each other.

warning: heavy smut, 18 +, minors dni, fingering, oral (fem receiving), rough handling of reader, marking, dom!gojo, sub!reader, choking/breath play, overstim, raw sex, tummy bulge, ?slight breeding kink, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

tags: college au, fratboy!gojo, friends with benefits, unlabelled relationships, bisexual!gojo, bisexual!reader, fluff at the end <3

A/N: inspired by ariana herself <3 so i recommend at least listening to the song before you read, if you’re like me and can’t read and listen :p

It was loud. That was the first thing you picked up on before you even entered the sweaty house. Your friends begged you to come, as if there weren’t parties every week and missing one would change the world. You struggled to find a parking space, choosing to walk the rest of the way. The deafening thump of bass could be heard a few blocks down and you wondered how there was never any noise complaints.

Satoru probably threw money at them.

You smiled, it was such a him thing to do. The cold air nipped at your dress, having left your coat in your car. You had chosen to wear an emerald green satin body con dress that stopped mid thigh. It accompanied a criss cross pattern that exposed your back. You first saw it online and had fallen in love, it partly being the reason why you had said yes. You wanted him to see you in the dress, already craving the dark look in his eyes when he was turned on.

Gojo Satoru, college senior, with his charismatic personality had a very big presence at the college. Almost never alone and surrounded by a group of admirers, both men and women fell at his feet. If someone had told you back in your first year that you’d be sleeping with this man on the regular you’d think they were crazy. He honestly, despite being very handsome, was not your kind of man. Too pretty, very cocky and had serious commitment issues, bedding half the campus. But it had started at the beginning of the year, your friendship groups overlapping as you had grown close with Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri having been studying the same subject. You found yourself around him a lot, eventually going out with just each other and things quickly progressed.

Soon enough he was between your thighs, lapping at your cunt with fervour and sucking gently on your clit, two slender fingers hitting that spot. He did that a lot, seeming to relish in the way you fell apart on his tongue, your slippery walls pulsating as you softly said his name like a prayer. He’d nonchalantly get up, sometimes not even asking for anything in return and it surprised you. You pegged him as more of a receiver than a giver but it suited you fine.

You became pretty popular on campus as you hung out with them, attending parties and making life long friendships. You usually weren’t someone who slept around, but that quickly changed. So did your care for a steady relationship. You were 21, life was short, you had a great body and a pretty face, opting to have fun.

You found yourself caught in Gojo’s trap, legs wound around his waist on a weekly basis, his hard cock driving into you with such force you thought you’d break. Your legs clenched just thinking about it, a thin layer of slickness coating your panties.

Your thoughts were brought back to reality when you entered the frat house, NalinA by Block B was being blasted at full volume through the house and you already felt a course of excitement run through your veins. You couldn’t wait to let loose and find your friends. The house, just short of a mansion, had been decorated with l.e.d lights, a soft red and blue glow painting your skin. There was alcohol everywhere, sweaty bodies and the strong smell of weed.

“Y/N! Over here.” You looked over to see the majority of your friends on a sofa, catching sight of Satoru with a girl on his lap. His hand was caressing her ass, as she pouted saying something to him. She was pretty, and you tried your best not to care. Their faces were sweaty, with cups in their hands, indicating they had stopped dancing. You walked in their direction, plopping yourself next to the person behind the voice.

“Hey Mei-Mei. You look hot.” You said casually and she automatically pulled you to sit on her knee. You smiled and took her cup, whatever bitter liquid sliding down your throat. You and Mei were another short lived fling, sleeping together a handful of times and besides Satoru, no one else could compare to that sinful mouth of hers. A queen at teasing, she brought her hand to your waist and lightly began tracing shapes with her fingers.

“You look hot, that dress is making me want to do things to you.”

You chuckled as you stared at each other, tensions running high as the song changed to one you were familiar with. You wanted to dance.

“God, please make out.”

You ignored the annoying comment from Sukuna who was sat diagonally from you, blatantly checking you out. You told him to shut up, your mouth twitching as he looked completely unfazed. Looking away, you ran your fingers through Mei’s soft hair,

“Come, let’s dance.” You whispered, breath hot on her ear as she shivered. You loved how easily you could fluster Mei, knowing the more you worked her up the more she’d punish you for it later.

You both got up and your arms were grabbed by Shoko,

“We’re coming, we’d rather not watch Sukuna hunt for a girl like an animal or Gojo practically fuck in front of us.” She said, shuddering and dragging a very amused Getou. Your eyes flickered to Satoru, finding that he was already watching you. The girl was now straddling him and the buttons on his shirt looked undone, his hands rubbing circles on her thighs. He refused to break eye contact with you, kissing her neck as she moaned, smirking as you looked away, grasping Mei’s hand.

You don’t know what he was trying to do, but it pissed you off. It annoyed you more that he’d groan in your ear some nights, grabbing your neck and claiming you were his and his only. Not wanting you to touch or look at anyone else. The next morning? Business as usual as he was all over some girl. You deducted that him saying those things to you were just in the heat of the moment, recalling how your clit would throb as he would rub slow circles, staking his claim. You liked how possessive he could get, the rough sex, and how occasionally he’d surprise you with a gift. All without having to actually be in a relationship.

You didn’t care about labels and neither did he. So why? Why did his eyes say, he wanted you to get jealous? You sighed, these mind games and mixed signals were your least favourite part of Satoru.

The beginning of an all too familiar riff began to thump through the walls and you all squealed in delight. As ‘Do I Wanna Know’ began you swayed your hips and lip synced, literally letting your hair down as Mei came up behind you. Shoko began recording you without your knowledge, watching as your head fell onto Mei’s shoulder, her hands ghosting around the space between your breasts, purposefully ignoring how your nipples hardened as she whispered something lewd into your ear.

“She’s gonna kill you if you post that.” Suguru watched as Shoko posted the video to her story, her eyes shining with amusement as almost instantly people replied asking who you were.

Satoru on the other hand could not take his eyes off of you. He studied you as you wrapped your arms around Mei and he was exasperated. She was addictive, he thought, those pouty and full lips had a hold on him, his dick twitched thinking about them wrapped around him. Her body was something else, those breasts of hers heaving against her dress. Shit. He almost got hard. The girl currently giving him a hickey was just not doing it for him. In fact no girl or guy was, he had tried countless times only his encounters with Y/N fulfilling his desires. In spite of that, he would not tell her this, not wanting to ruin the game of cat and mouse they had going.

“Satoru, let’s go somewhere.” The girl whined, hips grinding against his crotch. He suddenly got up and pushed her off of him,

“Nah, not in the mood. I’m sure Sukuna would be interested. He has a habit of going after my sloppy seconds.” Gojo snapped, sick of the way he was gazing at you, eyes darkened with lust.

He ignored the girls cuss words directed at him as she stormed off and Sukuna snickered, looking up from his phone.

“She’s fuckable but I have my eye on something else tonight.” He thrust his phone in Satoru’s face, only to be met with Shoko’s story, full of Y/N dancing suggestively.

He willed himself not to show anger and hummed,

“Like you could pull her.” His voice dripping with fake amusement as Sukuna tensed in irritation.

Satoru walked in the direction of his friends, still dancing crazily and singing very out of tune to ‘Kiss me more’, you were now dancing with Suguru and laughing loudly as he tried to attempt some sort of dance move so terribly, Satoru could not decipher what it was supposed to be. Your lips were glossy, eyes twinkling as he picked you up and twirled you around, ribs hurting from laughing so much. You never laughed that much with him.

Satoru pursed his lips, he was just so irritated. Suguru put you down when the song finished and you fixed his hair that your arm had messed up,

“Your hairs gone so long now, I love it.” You said cheerily, fingers twirling on a stray strand as Suguru bent down slightly so he could hear you over the music.

“It suits you.” You stated softly, unable to look away from his intuitive eyes. The lights were casting a glow across his face, bringing his jaw to attention as you traced it slowly. He was a different kind of handsome you thought, more your type than Satoru was and you thought about how his eyes were a warm brown, compared to Satoru’s cerulean ones. You scolded yourself internally for still finding ways to think about Satoru, you just couldn’t shake him.

Suguru smirked and focused on the feeling of your hands, now running through his hair and eventually resting on the back of his neck. You smelt so good, he thought, he wanted to kiss you. He leaned down and you realised his intentions, your hands paused on his biceps that were coated in tattoos. As you closed your eyes, thoughts wild and slightly clouded by the shots you did with Shoko, you braced yourself to kiss the god-like man that was Getou Suguru, pulse racing.

“Y/N!” Your head automatically snapped at your name being called, sheepishly looking at Suguru whose eyes were now filled with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Satoru was in front of you both, promptly grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Eyes bewildered you looked back at Suguru who looked entertained at the whole situation. You found yourself at the focus of everyone’s stares, all curious as to why Gojo had a dark look in his eyes.

“Satoru, what the fuck? Let go-“ His large hands were gripping your smaller ones hard, uncomfortably squishing your fingers together. He said nothing, back to you as he hauled you up the stairs and into his room. His door slammed as you stumbled into the dimly lit room, turning around in utter confusion at Gojo’s behaviour.

“Fuck, what is your problem?” You were enraged at how he just did what he pleased with you and how you just let him. You massaged your wrist, now slightly red at Satoru’s force.

“Why the fuck would you try and kiss him? Seriously, Suguru? You’re such a fucking whore.” Gojo clenched his jaw, finding himself even angrier at the thought of you underneath Suguru, moaning, sweat dripping off your backs.

You were baffled. A whore?

“Firstly, you’re literally the definition of a whore and secondly, why the fuck do you care?!” You stepped closer to him, cheeks flushed in anger at Satoru’s audacity,

“You have no fucking right to care about who I fuck. Got it? You’re not my boyfriend.”

Satoru moved closer to you, your nose in line with his chest as the man’s eyes changed suddenly. For once, he had no comeback or witty remark, you were right but he’d had enough. Just the thought of his best friend between your legs snapped him into action and he had to come to terms with his feelings. His fingers lifted your chin, your eyes willing itself not to melt at his touch, goosebumps already littering your arm. He silently moved to your lips, thumb pressing against your mouth, encouraging you to open.

You were so unbelievably confused, this man blew hot and cold. One minute so angry he couldn’t speak and then next initiating a kiss.

“Satoru-“

His lips were against yours before you had time to think, furiously pressing against them and swiping his tongue across. You relaxed into his touch and opened your mouth. His tongue found yours in an instant and lightly sucked it, your breathless moans pleasuring his senses as his hands pulled your body closer to him. He explored your body, cupping your ass while you simultaneously wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers drowning in his soft white locks. Eventually he pulled away, cupping your face gently like you were a porcelain doll,

“I don’t want you to see anyone else or kiss them like that. I’m not playing any more games. You’re mine.” He stated firmly, blue eyes framed by his ash coloured lashes, gazing into your soul.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him. Gojo...was serious. All those extra knowing glances you’d give each other, the fiery arguments, the passionate sex, the pang of jealousy at his lips on another girls neck and the way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to a guy, you realised the both of you were stupid. Too busy trying to convince yourselves you didn’t care you both buried your thoughts away, afraid to articulate them in case you were rejected.

You found yourself repeating after him, his eyes almost hypnotising you as you stuttered,

“I-i’m yours.”

Satoru lightly kissed you on the lips and motioned you to jump up, supporting your legs as you wrapped them securely around his waist. He gingerly placed you on his bed, hovering over you as his hands slowly rid up your leg, ghosting around your inner thigh and you suppressed a moan. His touch was magnetic, something as simple as stroking your thigh with Satoru becomes so much more, a tingly sensation jolting through you when his hands brushed between your clothed folds. Meanwhile he began kissing his way down, starting with your neck and sucking furiously at the spot above your collarbone. You mewled against him as he licked the now marked spot, your hips desperately finding his to grind against.

“Patience, baby. I’m taking my time with you.”

You whined at his remark, you just needed him inside you, now.

“Such a whiny brat.” His voice slipped through your ears like silk as he slowly slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, the new stimuli adding to the experience. You were never more glad to have not worn a bra. He focused on your exposed breasts, nipples hard and swollen and he groaned at the sight.

A warm sensation reached your nipples and you cried out in pleasure, looking down at Satoru lapping up your soft mounds. His seductive gaze ripped through you as he began to trace slow circles with his tongue. His fingers kept your other breast occupied, rolling around your left nipple with his fingers, constantly switching sides and worshipping them.

His attention switched to your lower stomach, kissing your skin with affection as you anticipated his lips between your thighs. You could feel the damp spot slowly spreading on your panties and the swell of your clit, begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Satoru you tease.” You breathed out in gaspy moans, he had completely removed your dress by now and was blowing warm breaths against your knickers. Satoru brought a single digit to rub against the wet spot, moaning as he felt the tent in his pants. He loved teasing you but it required self control, wanting nothing more than to release his large cock from its restraints and into your warm hole, throbbing at the thought.

He finally pulled your panties to the side at your delight and your whimpers filled the room as his fingers brushed against your soaked clit. He played around with your pussy, stroking up and down and noting the creamy juices that were flowing out your hole. The sight of his fingers coated in your juices and he almost came right there. The lewd squelching of your cunt was slightly covered up by your cries of pleasure as he entered two slender fingers inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls. He reached down and took your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“F-fuck, right there Toru” You moaned, attempting to wriggle but Satoru quickly used his arms to clamp your thighs into place, his sensual mouth causing white dots to appear in your vision. Your stomach fluttered at the slow, familiar build up of your climax, not even embarrassed that he had only been eating you out for five minutes. You were just so sensitive today and paired with Satoru laying claim to you, your body was responding to each and every one of his touches.

“Ah, k-keep going baby, fuck. You’re so good at it.” The praises fell from your lips as the deep pleasure in your stomach changed, indicating you were near.

Satoru was persistent, his insatiable need to feel your cunt quiver against his tongue caused him to add one more digit, scissoring his fingers against your gummy walls. He could feel you frantically clenching, chuckling at his inability to move as fast as his fingers were in a death trap. He kept his eyes on you, watching as your hand came up to your mouth to stifle your sobs, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m close.” You whispered and you made a mistake of looking down at Satoru, his tongue was pressing down against your sensitive nub, saliva dripping onto his bed. His fingers went even faster, determined to make you cum.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me princess.”

That was all you needed. You legs squeezed frantically against his head, the euphoric sensations causing your back to refuse to rest against the bed. Satoru paid no mind to your repetitive whimpers as you began to come down from your high, his lips still stubbornly attached to your clit. It was too much, the previously pleasurable feel was now borderline painful, his sticky fingers removing themselves from your cunt.

You legs jolted occasionally each time he purposely grazed the bundle of nerves, continuing his efforts by using his tongue to tease around the now sensitive area, chuckling when your hips wriggled.

“Delicious.” His velvety tongue swiped his lips and he brought his fingers into your mouth. The tangy but familiar taste of your undoings were accompanied by his soft fingers, swirling around your tongue until your saliva created a mess.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” He groaned, the twitching of his cock was unrelenting. You pressed your legs together, the achy feeling of need returning. Reaching to kiss him, your hands started to undo his belt buckle,

“I want you.” You whispered, unable to look away from his eyes.

His lecherous eyes stared back at you, his fingers curling around your back as he brought you closer, now hovering above you.

“I want you too.”

In one swift movement, his cock was freed and he entered you, the new feeling causing you to cry out as he slowly bottomed out.

“Shit, you’re clenching like crazy baby.”

You couldn’t even reply, his thick shaft splitting you open, Satoru stared down at how you sucked him in, a creamy ring of your juices at the base of his cock. You felt him harden even more, he hadn’t wasted any time by helping you adjust. He started a rough pace, watching your perky tits bounce as he reached down and placed a nipple into his mouth. You were truly addicting, he thought, your whimpers becoming louder with the sticky sound of your cunt. Your pussy seemed to fit him like a glove, Satoru’s eyes wandered towards your soft tummy, at the faint bulge of his devouring and his eyes widened, using a hand to press against it and his ears welcomed your high pitched gasps.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” He cooed, chuckling at your stifled sobs and flushed cheeks.

“‘is too much...” You managed, barely able to communicate as he fucked you dumb.

You were so sexy, he thought.

You scooted away, his rough movements almost resulting in your head banging against the headboard but without missing a beat Satoru pulled you back, cock sinking into you with a new sensation.

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re gonna lie there and take it.”

His hands ghosted at your waist, using the soft tissue as a grip as he forcefully used your body, eyes unable to look away at how you took his thick, veiny member. Your pussy twitched as he licked a stripe at the side of your neck,

“Oh...you like that?” He muttered, sucking on your weak spot, he groaned when you tightened against him, knowing the tip of his cock was red and angry, your walls were too much.

You blink, eyes glossy and lips swollen from his kisses, Satoru’s marks were littered across your body, evidence of his ravishing as he continued his strong pace, cock driving into you with hunger. Your moans changed pitch,

“t’s...too much...can’t...too big.” You babbled, a new, insurmountable pleasure was ripping into your stomach.

“It’s too big?,”

Satoru wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pressing down lightly as he smirked,

“I know.”

Your breath was slowly snatched from you as he gripped your neck harder, it somehow heightening the feeling of him around your cunt. His groans were turning you on, you always loved how vocal Satoru was.

Satoru paid attention to you, removing his hands and watching as you gasped for breaths. He grinned at how crazy your pussy went whenever he did that, he had really met his match. His cock twitched, indicating his nearing climax and you creamed shamelessly around him when his thumb lightly brushed your rosy clit. Your legs had gone to jelly at this point, but you securely clamped them around Satoru’s waist, bringing him even closer as your eyes closed in pleasurable agony.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” The way you cried and babbled nonsense, mouth messy with saliva as you drooled around his fingers, Satoru pressed at the pad of your tongue, cerulean eyes gleaming at where you connected. As he sinked into you again and again, the intemperate need to feel you squirt around him, he took your soft mounds into his mouth once more and before he knew it, you let out a long, drawn out moan as you found your release.

The white hot pleasure against your stomach snapped and as you orgasmed for the second time, a new warm sensation splashed against Satoru’s cock. Your juices dripped onto the bed, your pussy quivering and legs shaking as you rode it out.

“Fuck.” His azure eyes twinkled with amazement and you didn’t think he could possibly get any harder, as his member remained snug against your cunt.

Satisfied at your mess and how your slimy walls squeezed so torturously against him, Satoru’s own release was not far behind. With one last sound of pleasure, another warm feeling filled your pussy, spurts of the familiar white liquid spilling out of you as he slowed down his thrusts, emptying his balls into you with his repeated moans.

He pulled out, watching the results of his orgasm dribble onto his sheets. Using his fingers, he pushed the remaining liquid deep into you as a low moan escaped your lips. He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, and you licked them clean, humming against him.

As he hovered over you, his captivating eyes caught in the moonlight peaking through the curtains, illuminating his spacious room. He was so beautiful, you thought, mind now unclouded as your high disappeared. Instead, a lighter but warm feeling fluttered through you as Satoru bent down to give you butterfly kisses across your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered and he felt you smile against the top of his head, white tendrils tickling your nose as he placed himself on your tummy, careful not to crush you.

A comfortable silence lingered in the air, for the first time neither of you needed to fill it in with pointless words. You stroked his hair, content that he was still here and showing you affection even after sex, a concept new to the both of you.

After some time, with the both of you deep in thought about each other, Satoru’s head lifted and he made eye contact with you.

“I meant what I said earlier. I know this is new to the both of us so we can take it slow and I’ll probably fuck things up a few times but...I really do care about you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened, as he glanced nervously at you. You had never seen him so vulnerable before and somehow it made you like him even more.

You extended your arm, your fingers tapping against his cheek,

“I care about you a lot too, Satoru. More than I’d like to admit.” You looked away, confused at how quickly the atmosphere changed from the desperate grappling of hands against skin to soft eyes and shy kisses. You were shy around him. You really did care about him but you also weren’t the best at articulating your thoughts, Satoru was always one upping you with his smooth talking.

His smile softened before his eyes changed, amusement dancing across his face.

“Well why wouldn’t you like me? I’m amazing.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, his hands grabbing you and placing warm kisses around your neck. You melted into his touch, only now realising he hadn’t even properly undressed, unlike you who was completely bare.

He paused as you wriggled uncomfortably in the messy and slightly damp sheets, the both of you a tangle of limbs.

“Is this a bad time to ask if you’re on the pill?”

You stared at him.

“You are such an idiot.”

[jungwonenthusiast]

I’ll Take You to Heaven

pairing: dom! Jeno x fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: protected sex, oral (female recieving), degradation, Jeno has a small pain kink

word count: 2.9 k

A/N: in this fic jeno kinda just dives into being a dom without a conversation with the reader if they are okay with the things he’s doing. i know for most this is a given but do not do this in real life!! please make sure your partner is consenting to being a sub and genuinely wants to do everything. sorry just felt like saying that :)

The place is a little bit dark and there’s only a few people.

“I’m nervous.” you say, following him close behind.

“Don’t be, it’ll just be us.” He gets into the square and looks at you. “I’m gonna teach you how to fight in case anyone other than me pushes you over at the skatepark.”

“Other than you?” you eye him.

“Yup.” He says while wrapping white tape around his hands.

“And why do you get special privileges?” you cross your arms.

He stops. “Because we’ve been friends since the beginning of time?”

You giggle. “That’s reasonable.”

He grabs your hands and pulls you to be standing in front of him. “Alright now hold your fists up, guard your face.”

You do as he says.

“Good,” he nods and holds his hands up, palms facing you. “give me a punch.”

“Like hard?” you ask nervously.

“As hard as you can.” he says.

You give him a solid punch. You’re not afraid of hurting him, you guys used to fist fight all the time.

“Come on, harder.” he says.

You try again.

“Harder.” he says firmly.

You hit him as hard as possible and his hand flies back.

“Atta-girl.” He smiles at you. That makes you tingle a bit. You can feel your cheeks get hot. “Now keep going.”

“Oh my god,” you exhale maybe half an hour later. “I’m tired.”

“But we’ve only gotten started.” He shakes your shoulder.

“I’m tireddd.” You whine.

“Come one darling I know you’ve got a few more hits in you.” he says. Darling? Jeno has always been charming, but never so upfront like this.

“I’m confident that I don’t.” You start to sit down.

He grabs your hands to pull you up and he nearly does but you let gravity drag you down.

“Come on get up.” He tugs at you again.

“Nope.” You shake you head.

“Come onnn.” He grabs your ribcage, ready to pick you up.

You squeal. “No no no.”

He stops. “Get up then.”

You don’t move.

“You’re asking for this.” he says before sweeping you off the ground. Jesus he’s strong.

“Hey!” you’re both in a giggling fit. “Let fucking go!”

“You’re the one with your legs wrapped around me.” He says and you freeze, embarrassed.

You unravel from him and he puts you down.

“You ready to go again?” he says.

“I told you I’m tired dude.” You groan and start to sit down again. He’s about to grab you when you roll away from him.

“You’re so lazy man.” he scoffs and plops down next to you.

“I know, I’m not ashamed.” you cross your arms over your chest and shut your eyes, the dim lights glow orange behind your eyelids.

You hear him moving next to you, then you feel something on your shoulder. Your eyes fly open to get a peek, and it’s him, laying down next to you with his forehead pressed against you.

“I missed you,” he pulls away to look at you, his face is alarmingly close to yours. “Why are you always so busy with school?”

“Because I actually want to be successful.” you joke and he rolls his eyes.

“Hey now,” he says. Wow he’s handsome. You always knew that he was cute, but in the last few years he got all tall, his voice dropped, and his figure got insane. Sometimes you catch yourself staring at him a little too long whenever he comes over to swim. “I don’t want to go home. Can I stay at your place?” He overlaps your ankle with his.

“Yeah,” you agree. “You wanna go now?”

“Sure,” he leaps to his feet and holds a hand out for you. “I didn’t really get to teach you much though.”

You adjust your shirt. “We used to fight all the time, I think I have enough practice from that.”

“You were pretty good.” he picks up his backpack. “I’ll never forgive you for shoving that clump of dirt in my mouth.”

“You deserved it alright.” You follow him to the car.

“I did not!” he argues.

“Telling your best friend’s crush that she likes him is a perfect reason to get a clump of dirt in the mouth.” You hop in and buckle your seatbelt.

“I’ll get you back one day.”

Jeno drives with one hand. The other is always out the window or on the gear shift. You secretly wish his free hand was on your thigh though, and you’ve been thinking that for a couple of years now.

He plops down onto your bed as you put your purse down.

“Why are your covers so soft.” you turn to find him cuddling your duvet.

You laugh and get on the bed next to him. “Let’s watch Shameless.” you grab the remote connected to your Apple TV.

“Fionaa,” he ogles.

“She could be your mom.” you remark, only a little jealous.

“I love me a good milf.” he says, making you laugh.

Your room is dark a little chilly. You’re under the covers now and getting nervous whenever you feel his leg against yours.

Get it together, why are you being weird? This is normal. But is it?

“I don’t get why she’s with him,” he sneers. “I’m so much hotter than Jimmy, don’t you think?” he turns to you.

“I’m not answering that.” you look away and he pokes your side. “Hey!’

“Come on, I’m hotter than him no?” he persists, grabbing at your side.

You slap his hand away. “I’ll kill you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” he sits up and throws the blanket off of you. “I will tickle you.”

You get ready to run away but he grabs you before you get the chance. He throws you down, scratching lightly at your ribs and pinching your sides.

You try to be angry but you can’t help but laugh. “Stop stop stop!’ he doesn’t. “Truce!”

“I’m not stopping until you say I’m hotter than Jimmy!” he climbs onto of you, knees beside your hips. You’re laughing too hard to think about it though.

“Literally everyone is hotter than Jimmy!” You yelp. “Stop it now!”

“Not good enough!” He’s still going. You can feel your shirt starting to shimmy up.

“Fine, fine! You’re hotter than Jimmy!” You exhale when he stops.

“See how easy that was?” he smiles, still on top of you. His cheeky smile fades though, and soon you’re both sitting there in silence. Your shirt is hiked up high enough to see the bottom of your bra.

You’re trying to think of something to say when he leans down and kisses you. A long, soft kiss. His hands are warm on either side of your face.

You’re too shocked to move.

He pulls away quickly. “Shit, sorry. I-” he stops. “Sorry.

He’s about to get off when you grab him and crash your lips against his. He catches himself and melts into the kiss, his hand finding your bare waist.

You pull away from him, breathing embarrassing heavily.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” he says softly.

You frown. “You’re so corny.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really have to ruin every moment huh?”

“This isn’t a moment,” you argue.

He cocks and eyebrow. “You sure? I’m on top of you and you’re half-naked.”

You tug your shirt back down. “I am not.” He pouts. “See, you just lost torso privileges.”

He groans. “So bossy.” then dips back down to kiss you.

You’ve made out with people before, but with him it just feels so different. Maybe it’s because you’ve wanted it for so long. He smells like Prada and his lips are like velvet.

He kisses hungrily. To be honest, most boys do, but it doesn’t feel like he’s starving, it feels like he’s savoring you.

He pulls away and goes for your neck, kissing you like you’re made of glass.

You slither your fingers underneath his hoodie. “Take it off.” you say and he complies, throwing the garment on your bedroom floor.

You flip him over onto his back, desperate to get a taste of his skin.

You trace every bone and every muscle on his stomach and place tender kisses everywhere you can reach.

He pulls you up, wanting another taste of your mouth. He grips your hips tight and pushes you down onto his hard on, earning a small gasp from you.

You can feel yourself getting worked up, that fire inside of you burning brighter than ever.

You grind down on him and he groans into your mouth.

“Fuck.” he whispers and wraps an arm around your waist and lays you on your back. He pushes your shirt up and plants kisses from your neck all the way to the band of your pants. He looks at you, asking for permission and you nod. He tugs your pants off and throws them to the side. Your knees fall together, trying to cover up.

“Hey.” he chuckles at you. “None of that.”

“I’m shy.” you whine.

He rolls his eyes. “Since when have you been shy?” He spreads your legs open and settles between your thighs.

He kisses the tender skin of your hips and inner thighs. Your heart is thumping in anticipation. His thumb skims over your clothed core and you shiver. He leans down again and you’re ready to feel something but all you get is a kiss on the edge of your underwear. You whine.

“What’s wrong?” he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes at him.

“You’re gonna have to tell me.” he comes up to kiss your neck. “Or I’m just gonna stay here,” he kisses your thigh “and kiss you until you’re begging for me.”

“When did you start to think it’s okay to tease me.” you huff at him.

He bites lightly at your soft skin and you flinch. “Come on,”

You want him so bad it nearly burns, but your ego is getting in the way.

“I know you need this,” he licks a stripe up your thigh, “you’ve been so stressed about school lately. I bet you haven’t gotten off in months.”

Your knees knock back together and he bumps them open. “Come on, when’s the last time you hooked up with someone?”

“Maybe-” you start.

“The last time where someone actually made you finish.” he cuts you off.

That makes you laugh. “December I think?”

His fingers are trailing up and down your clothed core. “That’s way too long ago, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” you exhale, trying your best to control your breathing. “So do something about it.”

“Only if you ask nicely.” he says.

You swallow your pride with a big gulp. “Please?”

He smirks. “Say it again.”

“Please?” you squirm.

“Please what?” he tugs at your underwear.

“Please… please eat me out.” you say softly and you see him smile.

“Your wish is my command.” he throws your leg over his shoulder and pulls your underwear to the side, like a fucking professional.

He gives you one long, gentle lick and you feel your body relax.

He kisses your thigh again before diving in and running his tongue over your clit in delicious circles. You tug at his hair and you let out a loud whine. You feel him moan against you and you let go of your grip.

“No, no, keep doing that,” he says and you give him a questioning look. “I like it.” he shines you a smile.

He goes back to tasting you and he’s so damn good at it that your eyes roll back. You haven’t felt this good in so long.

He runs his tongue over your clit over and over in waves and soon your legs are starting to tremble.

“Fuck,” you whisper and he smiles. Your thighs start to close but he pushes them up, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

You start to roll your hips onto his tongue and he moans.

You’re so, so close to seeing those stars behind your eyelids when he pulls away.

“The fuck was that for?” you complain and he laughs.

“Why? Were you about to cum?” he snickers. “Do I make you feel that good?”

“Yes,” you admit, “please keep going.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Please? Please I need it.” you beg and you watch his eyes change from teasing to deviant. He smiles and leans back down.

He’s sucking your clit when he slides one finger nice and slow into you. You gasp a little when he pushes up.

“So fucking wet.” he whispers and pushes in another.

He curls his fingers and you whine out loud.

“Fuck yes.” you say.

He turns to look at the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.

“What?” you ask.

“You heard me,” he says, still pumping his fingers into you. “Look at yourself, I want you to see how good I make you feel.”

You almost cum just from hearing him say that. Since when was he likes this. This Jeno is so different from the Jeno you usually know, but this alter ego makes everything so much hotter.

You obey and look at yourself. Spread open and eager for him, taking his fingers as you should.

“Feel nice?” he comes up to give you a kiss, you can taste your juices on him, syrupy and cloying.

You nod and look into his eyes, he slaps your cheek lightly. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” You listen and he starts to drive his fingers into you harder.

“Fuck!” you grab his wrist. “Don’t stop.”

He leans down again to get another taste of you when you start to shake.

You watch your face contort from all the pleasure when finally, you’re shot into the clouds and you’re touching the fucking moon.

Jeno kisses you again. You crave him so bad, you want him inside of you and not just because you know it’ll feel damn good, but because you want to be connected.

“Fuck me now.” you say softly.

“Really?” he asks, smiling. So bipolar. “Do you have a condom?”

You roll your eyes and reach over to your nightstand to dig through the drawer for a condom.

He tugs his sweats down and strokes his length before rolling the condom on.

He’s hard as a fucking rock and you point it out.

“I can’t help it. Nearly everything you do makes me hard, how do you expect me to react when you’re cumming on my face.” he says while gliding the tip over your pussy.

You hiss. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” he kisses your neck. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“Really really bad.” You look at him pathetically. “Please fuck me,” you say. “I want you to fill me up.”

He shakes his head and chuckles. “What a good slut. You were a brat for bit but look at you, already learning to be good for me.”

Your body is still zinging from the last orgasm and you nearly cry out when he pushes into you.

“Fuck,” he growls. He’s big, just the perfect amount of big to hit your g spot with every thrust.

“You feel so good.” you whine.

“I bet I do.” he says while fucking you agonizingly slow.

“Faster.” you plead.

“Only because you’ve been good.” he starts to pick up the pace and you grab at his back, digging your nails into the ridges of muscle.

He groans and bites softly at your neck.

How does this feel so fucking good? You think to yourself as the tip of his cock brushes against your spot.

He kisses your collarbone before pounding you, holding the headboard above you for leverage.

You curse loudly and hold onto him as tight as you can.

“Touch yourself.” he tells you and you do as you're told right away.

His cock fucking you deep and your fingers on your clit make your eyes roll back for the hundredth time of the night.

“Do you wanna cum?” he asks.

You nod, desperate for release. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” he smiles. “Go on then, cum on this cock.”

His words finally send you over the edge. You have to remind yourself to come back to Earth as you're floating in space.

“Fuck.” he groans into your neck. He takes his hand through his hair and kisses you. “You’re so pretty.”

You blush, then blush even more because you’re blushing just because he called you pretty after fucking you like a pornstar.

He slumps down next to you then pulls your body close to his so that you’re face to face.

“Was I okay?” he asks. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I was so rough.”

You giggle. “No it’s okay, I liked it. Is your back okay?”

He turns his head to try to get a look. “I don’t know,” he flips around to show you. “how does it look?”

Your eyes widen. “Holy shit.” You touch the streaks of red going from his shoulder blades to his lower back. “I’m so sorry.”

“Is it bad?” he laughs. “Take a picture, I wanna see.”

You reach at your nightstand for your phone and snap a picture.

“Don’t kill me.” you wince as you hand him your phone.

He takes it and laughs. “Holy fuck. Guess I was dicking you down good.” he smirks at you and you punch his arm. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think I was doing it that hard.” you say, a little embarrassed.

“Nah, I think it’s hot. I can’t wait to show Jaemin.”

You punch him again. “Don’t you dare. He’s gonna think I’m a fucking psycho!”