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ladythornofrivia · 9 months ago

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🍒 The Devil’s Tongue 🍒

Michael Gavey x Reader (PART ONE)

summary: you transferred into Oxford after moving out from your country for a better change, and unexpectedly meeting Michael Gavey in a quiet library, leads to something more.

warnings: creepy vibes from michael gavey, reader being oblivious, stalking, michael being horny, p in v sex, loss of virginity, jealousy, misunderstandings, obsession, belt kink, panty kink, scent kink, voice kink, breeding kink, michael gavey being a smartass, michael gavey is horny for math, michael gavey is a smartass, clueless reader, nerdy yet hot michael, lust at first sight, sex in the library, sex on the table, kitchen sex, oral sex, cam girl, fingering, sex during tutoring session, reader teasing, reader being a dominatrix in bed, food porn.

a/n: i forgot to review the movie saltburn last year, so I’ll give it a short review. Saltburn is a weird movie, but i watched it because of Ewan Mitchell. While ewan mitchell is 10/10, saltburn is 7/10, because of the bathtub scene and the grave scene. the only thing that’s good is the cinematography, music and ewan mitchell. i wish there’s more scenes from him. yes, i keep saying his name! he’s so fucking hot as a nerd. this one shot will be long.

You like cherries.

There’s something mysterious and tempting about the roundish and reddish fruits. Cherries are sweet, and it’s dark-reddish color brought an appeal to your appetite and. Appeal that also changes your view in fashion.

And as hot as the Devil’s tongue.

Red symbolized lust.

Sinful, they proclaimed.

So does your pussy, when you splayed across the bed, watched as Michael entered and his face bewildered when you splayed naked in bed with thick whip cream smothered on your tits, waist, and your pussy decorated in whip cream swirled with cherry on top.

"Hi, baby. I've been waiting for you," you said as your legs spread, thick of whip cream and candied cherry cascaded slowly.

***

A Year Ago…

Your parents and your attention seeking relatives are no good. Red is as sin as lust—the devil’s skin, the devil’s horn.

Other than black and pink, you like the dark-cherry color. All your aesthetics are cherry red—well, the undertones to match your little room at your small house belongs to your parents.

Them and their sinless views of the world has sickened to your stomach. You don’t want to be like your hypocritical, martyr parents for the rest of your life, so you applied for the university at Oxford and Northamptonshire. You got accepted to the university. Despite being a young woman, you managed to prove them wrong.

And sever ties with them to go at the University of Oxford, where you encounter numerous people. You’ve done research to get things right—not to be frigid or superficially pretentious; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself on the spot if you chose to be ignorant.

One thing that no one else knows of you, is that you moonlight as a dominatrix on a live stream. Every night, you broadcast online to pleasure yourself—that’s how you got money to bail from a strict and hypocritical religious household.

Few of the students looked at your direction, giving a side-eye. You overheard them calling you a prostitute, but you couldn’t care less. Dress to impress for yourself. You mostly wore bike leather jacket, a tank top, mini skirt and a chunky dark-cherry red boots with light make up, but the lipstick is glossy dark red—and not the irritable, sticky kind.

Your long locks tossed at the side, already at your assigned room, but you shut the windows completely. You don’t want to reveal the private side of your internet sensation. After closing the curtains, you’re off to the hall, where people gathered and talk, mainly about drama and parties.

You hadn’t known one. But you had party to yourself of gaining source of income from self-pleasure.

There you sat down, and overheard someone at your left. Afar, you saw a young man named Oliver Quick and another guy with nerdy glasses.

Michael Gavey.

“Fuckin’ ask me a sum then!” The chatter dimmed when a young man shouted about math.

No one really likes as the guy with the nerdy glasses does. But he does look cute when he’s fuming.

Maybe he’s sexually frustrated. All it needs is I need to work on a poor guy. Poor guy is so frustrated—a no man island himself, like Oliver Quick.

You could tell. So you chimed in.

“What’s the square root of 69”

Both boys turned to look at you.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Oliver inquired, perplexed.

“Oh, just a curious person asking him a question,” you said, jerking your head towards the blond and cutely frustrated boy.

“8.30662386292,” is all the blond uttered.

Your lips tugged into a smirk, and left.

Interesting, now I have a new kink to look forward to for my next kinky session.

***

It’s quite luxurious for a library—grand yet old like wines in the cellar. You studied Political Science and Art, and while you studied and sometimes drawing, but a certain snack bar caught your eye; it was placed above your drawing.

“I got you a crunchie,” a voice said. You turned and saw Michael Gavey.

“Oh, um, thanks?”

“I have never seen you before,” he noted.

“Really? So do I.”

“As a matter of fact, you have disrupted us during our friendly conversation.”

Oliver Quick was anything but friendly and comfortable.

“Okay and?”

He quirked a brow. “Your attitude is unusual.”

“Well, where I came from, it’s not really an issue. I’m a straight forward kind of gal,” you explained.

Michael hummed, staring at you.

“Pardon my rudeness. I’m Michael Gavey.” His hand stretched out. “I never get your name.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” You offered a handshake in return.

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from America.”

“Ah, yes. The land of freedom,” he commented, trying to make you laugh.

You laughed awkwardly. You have never smiled or laughed before—in a non-superficial way. You laughed and smiled during as a cam girl, but other than that, you never smile genuinely.

Somehow it caught his eye. His glasses beamed that you could see the color of his hues.

“An awkward foreign girl.”

“Yeah, so? I’m not really a people-person.”

“Why did you come here, then? For a good fuck?”

Ghastly, you turned around to see if anyone catches his words, but nobody pays attention.

“Are you going to the party?”

“What party?”

“The party Felix and his friends are heading tonight.”

“Who the hell is Felix?”

Michael darted his eyes behind you, and followed the sign; Felix and Farleigh sat at the back between the shelves.

“Apparently, he’s hosting a party tonight. NFI, me and you. Not Fucking Invited.”

“Well, I don’t a fuck about parties that much.”

Michael tsked. “That’s a very strong language.”

“Says the guy who says NFI. Besides, I don’t like parties,” you said, and it wasn’t a half lie. You have an upcoming camgirl session tonight.

“A shame,” Michael said, then reaching for the crunchie.

You have never tried snacks from another culture.

“Is it good?” you asked him.

He ripped the snack bar open, and gave you a piece. “Try it and see for yourself.”

And you did.

It was worth it.

Nevermind how Michael watched you in fascination.

***

The roofs and walls of University has been but a sham; it was real quiet.

Too quiet.

You hated quiet rooms.

In your next session, your fingers swirled your swollen clit, thinking of Michael Gavey’s rosy lips and tongue licking and nibbling your wet cunt and a tight hole.

You never fucked anybody, but you wanted your first time to be special. You rode on a dildo, trying not to moan so loud, but you come down high. The faster you moved, the more erotic images of a nerdy Michael seeping into you.

This is my kind of party.

***

Somewhere, in a darkened room, Michael Gavey’s hand filled with cum, and his other hand pressed the send button on his computer screen.

It was sensational to see.

You.

Who would’ve thought he met you—a famous camgirl.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how your eyes twinkled when you ate crunchie for the first time—far from the horniness and snobbish act you put up in public. It was a delight to see . With your outstanding getup and attitude, he knew that he’s in a right place.

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tojjist · 1 year ago

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“At Least” S. Gojo

☆ genre: angst to fluff (kinda)

☆ pairings: Gojo Satoru x f! reader

☆ summary: After Geto left, nothing has been the same. Especially not your relationship with Gojo Satoru. Once you decide to move to Kyoto for good, Gojo is less than pleased. But fate does not seem to want to let you go.

☆ cw: mentions of sex, depressed gojo, not spoiler free, hopping between timelines but like i added non-canon events, smoking, drinking, getting drunk, high school Gojo being a high school boy, cussing, mentions of drunk sex but it doesn’t happen, mentions character death (from the anime), gojo satoru (yes that's a trigger warning).

☆ wc : 5.6k

☆ a/n: this has been in the doing for so long? I've been waiting to have the chance to upload it for maybe a year now smh. Also was originally written for an irl of mine lmao

“Oh my god,” you emphasize each word, pushing the wooden chair away with your knee. “Satoru, is it yours?”

His black pupils, lined with iris the color of morning skies, study your figure from behind the shaded glasses, pink lips quirking slightly upwards in approval of your attention.

“Nah, it's only staying with me for a week,” he stated, watching nervously as you strode over to him. “His owner is away for some business.”

Your attention remained fixed on the pet in Satoru's long, long arms. Your face lit up when a bark escaped the infant animal. “Can I hold it?”

Satoru watched over you carefully, pleading eyes coming in line with his blues. You make it hard to say anything other than an immediate yes, but he tries to stretch out the conversation to his best ability.

“It's 400 yen for 10 minutes,” he muttered, sarcasm dripping from his words. He earned a look of amusement from you; a small victory. He then braced himself for the next part. Satoru bent down, meeting you eye-to-eye, and noticed your breath catching in anticipation. “Or... you can shorten your skirt.”

Your face took no time to grow hot, not giving any verbal answer besides the blank expression you stare at him with. For a second, Gojo let himself think he's the victor of this little challenge he started in his head. But he soon came to realize how grave of a mistake he's made.

You're not flustered, you're angry.

“You're such a fucking pervert,” you fume, eyes glaring daggers. He dares not move, noticing the way your eyes flutter over his face.

“You're truly unbelievable,” the shorter male chuckled, making sure he didn't bump into Satoru's now-bruised arm. “What were you even thinking?”

“I thought it was funny, y'know?” He huffed in response. Gojo's fingers ran through his own bright locks as he took a seat on the wood hung up by metal chains. "Besides, has she always been this strong? Physically, I mean."

Geto stared into the reddish sky of dusk, placing himself into a swing in turn and kicking the air so the swing would start moving. "I don't know. Girls are really full of surprises.”

He never thought, not in a million years, things would come to this. Ever since Gojo's last encounter with Geto after he, well, changed... Gojo became unable to face anyone quite the same way he did before.

How did he get here? How did things escalate to this? Thinking about it, Geto had shown signs of a change in his heart and mind. It was Satoru's fault, was it not? He should have done better. He should have noticed. How could he not have? wasn't he the strongest? Wasn't that his job? How could he be so bad at everything?

How could he fail everyone like this?

“Gojo-San?”

Your feminine voice cut his train of thought. He almost forgot the situation he is now stuck in. He's been doing that a lot: losing himself in thought, mind almost immune to the outer world until he temporarily lost his sense of self. Nothing felt quite the same any more. It was like the world had lost its color.

“Sorry- What's up?” He turned to you. Gojo-san, you called him. When did you stop using his given name? What's with the '-san'? Gojo hadn't realized that losing one person was the first step, and now he found himself deep in the road of losing everyone.

And now he's stuck in the elevator with the girl he had liked for so long. He couldn't find it in himself to say anything to you, to push your buttons like he always did or joke around. When did the world become so heavy? He does not know.

“Are you okay? You seemed off.”

Your face is devoid of any genuine emotion, seemingly expressionless. But your voice is laced with concern. Gojo could only guess you didn't want him thinking you pity him or anything of such. But if that isn't the case, he wouldn't know. He's too tired to bother thinking about it.

“Yeah, yeah. I'm fine,” he smiled in assurance, “Just bothered by, well, this-” he threw his hand in the way of the control panel. The elevator doors have been stuck for almost twenty minutes now. How pleasant.

“uh huh,” you sigh, turning back around. How did you turn so cold?

When the silence stretches, you start a conversation, hesitant at first. “By the way, I got accepted as a helper in a nursery in Kyoto,” you mutter, gaze avoiding his own. “they're expecting me to start work right after spring break.”

Spring break?

Holy shit. It hit him like a truck. That’s barely a week and a half from now.

“Spring break? Why so soon?”

“That’s when the students file back in,” you mumble, fiddling with the watch placed around your wrist. You pause to read the time, then turn to meet his eyes. “I’m leaving in four days to get settled.”

“Oh…” His breath caught, “Train?”

What a stupid question. He knows. Satoru has never been unintelligent, especially in conversing. But now his unintelligence shines through as if it’s his only trait. He’s glad you don’t question it.

“Yeah, I have no other form of transport really.”

“Well, uh…” He hates himself. He hates himself for not doing anything. He hates himself for being so weak and cowardly, for being unable to keep his friends around him, for shutting everyone he holds close out. But now, he especially hates himself for being unable to feel happy for you, or to congratulate you on the opportunity, “come visit us every once in a while, yeah?”

Your mouth remains shut, only staring at the tall man before your eyes. The silence stretches between the two of you once again, and you don’t find it in you to speak of how you feel.

“You.. you know you could have died, right? We all could have b-but you…” You trail off, thoughts splattered like a spilled pot of ink. Although you seemed unfazed, in your mind you were anything but. Haibara, Riko, and all the losses that trailed and every event that followed has been stressful and nerve-wrecking. And even in the quietness and silence of the general atmosphere, it has been nearly impossible to find peace within yourself.

“Well, I didn’t. What happened had passed. Can you change that? I doubt so. No point in ‘if’ and ‘could’ve’.”

Before you could respond,the lights flickered back on. You grow unsure if you’ve struck a nerve, but that wasn’t what you meant. Gojo’s response had nothing to do with what you said, you were sure he knew exactly what your words were meant for. Why is he so scared of confronting it?

You don’t know. You could never hope to know because you and Gojo Satoru live in different worlds, the man who was only Satoru some time ago. You were worlds apart, yet Satoru loved to play pretend that he lived in the same world as you, even when he stuck out like a sore thumb. But he was no longer. Ever since Geto left… it’s safe to say everyone has been changing slowly, deforming from their previous lives and personalities. But Satoru flipped, like the head and tail of a coin, he got himself a new face. He turned into Gojo Satoru; the strongest. A soul unalive. A broken boy in an ever growing body. A stranger.

Two days later you find yourself still roaming the campus , searching so desperately for something. Anything. A reason to stay, perhaps? You don’t find it anyway. You have no attachment as this place holds nothing but misery. Or that’s what you told yourself over and over as you packed your things.

Your steps were graceful, walking so cautiously as if careful to not wake someone up. Your fingers find rest on the old, dusty door frame, pushing yourself into the room that hadn’t been used for a good month or so. The classroom looked the same as it always did. Except for the shadow that loomed over it; a gray shade that sent chills down your spine. Or maybe it’s just your imagination.

Then you spot something rather out of place. You’re sure you’ve never seen it before and although you know it’s none of your business, the way it tugs at the strings of your curiosity is undeniable.

It’s red, poking out of what you’re sure is Gojo’s desk. The gloomy classroom was no fit for paper with a color so vibrant.

Your heart skips a beat when you glimpse the seat next to Satoru’s. You do your best to avoid looking at Geto’s desk any further. You busy yourself with the task at hand, reaching out for the mysterious paper hidden in the wooden desk. Shivers run up your arm at the texture of the scrunched paper.

You attempt to straighten it to your best ability, strained by his hard work of crumbling it with obvious frustration. you can barely make out the letters of your name in the middle of the paper, outlined by a messy circle. How Gojo of him. A few lines stick out of the ‘circle’, one of them has the name of a steakhouse somewhere in Tokyo. Another has a date, reading somewhere along February. It’s near impossible to make out what the small combination of letters say, especially when Satoru’s handwriting is closer to symbols than a comprehensible language.

The thought of it was so funny it didn’t feel like him at all. Satoru never planned anything. Every breath he took was based on pure impulse. Never would it have occurred to you that he thinks through things, let alone brainstorm.

The thought makes you smile. But the realization that he never asked you out because he changed his mind or everything that happened getting in his way makes your stomach churn unpleasantly.

You decide it’s probably for the best to never bring it up. It would only make matters worse for both of you. Life ran its course; who are you to try and change it?

“I apologize, but my answer remains. I refuse to take part in this,” you spoke in an even tone. “I have a job and a life away from jujutsu. I’ve made it clear sorcery is not a part of my life anymore.”

"That’s completely understandable,” the old man argued, his voice hoarse with age. You’re pretty sure you hear anger further straining his voice, “but your technique is quite strong. That strength could be of great assistance if put to use.”

“Thank you, sir,” you dip your head, maintaining eye contact with the decaying man. “But I truly apologize. The decision is final.”

“If you ever do change your mind, please let us know. We’d be more than happy to hear it.”

You almost let a sigh of relief escape. Finally he gave up. You end up only nodding your head in response gratefully, retreating from the old man. As soon as you're safe and out of sight, you let your posture drop, eyes rolling back in annoyance. These guys are truly as relentless as ever.

You stopped upon a familiar scent catching in your nostrils. Lifting your head up, your eyes roam around, scanning the room for your friend.

“You look troubled,” Shoko approaches you, taking the cigarette out from between her teeth. “What’s with the face?”

“How is that man even alive,” you look at her, “he’s ancient.”

Your comment earns a light chuckle from the brunette. “I’m glad I never have to get caught up in this bullshit.”

“Blissed aren’t you,” you roll your eyes as you speak. “I shouldn’t have come in the first place, I knew they were going to do this.”

“It’s alright, you’re all done now. Here-” Your friend then lifts the cigarette up, putting it near your mouth. When you don’t show any resistance she, being the bad influence she has always been, proceeds to place it between your lips. You waste no time, making quick work of the drag you inhale, bringing the familiar cloud of toxic chemicals and tobacco into your lungs. Your expression relaxes, shifting into one of relief. Shoko scoffs playfully, muttering that you’re dramatic under her breath before she pulls her cigarette from you, taking in a drag.

“Satoru’s here, by the way,” Shoko didn’t need to look at you to guess the way your eyes snap towards her. She bites back a smile. “He’s calmed down. He’d even seem the same as long as you don’t squint too hard.”

“Good for him,” you mutter, trying to seem as unbothered and nonchalant as your accelerating heart rate would allow. You avoid looking at Shoko, trying to seem disinterested. You know she’d pretend you weren’t gawking at her the second she said his name.

“He’s trying, you know. He’s just as nervous as you are.”

“‘M not nervous,” you scoff, “For god’s sake. It’s been ten years already.”

Satoru is stressed. He's nervous, as Shoko put it. He’d spent so long trying to ignore the past, pretend the past wasn’t at all. He couldn’t confront it. He didn’t want to. Satoru knows what he’s done, he's aware that he hurt you the last time you two had interacted. And that was ten years ago. He even let you leave without so much as a goodbye. How could he look you in the eye and pretend nothing has ever happened?

Gojo didn’t want to face the consequences of what he’s done. More so what he hasn’t. So many things were left unsaid in the elevator that day. They’ve been hanging over Satoru ever since, weighing his heart down and wearing it out.

What if he’s met by another woman? Ten years change a lot as is. What if the eyes that meet his aren’t yours? What if he finds himself talking to a stranger that carries around your name and features? Of all the horrors Gojo Satoru had faced in his life, nothing caused dread to pool in the pit of his stomach like this thought does.

Shoko seems to find something beyond you interesting. You don’t bother to turn to see as the brunette has always been a little in her own head. She’s probably just dozed off.

“Hey, think you can hold this for me?” Shoko muttered once Gojo crossed her sight. She stands facing you, averting his gaze. “I’ll be right back, nature’s calling.”

From his distance, Gojo couldn’t make out what the two of you were saying. He watched as your shoulders shook, presumably in laughter. Shoko then made her away from you, barely sparing Satoru a glance.

Every step he took felt heavy, weights landing on his shoulders as he moved towards you. He watched smoke emerge from over your head. He didn’t know you smoked. And even though he’s not completely sure what you do for a living now, he’s not expecting any nursery to accept a smoker in their team.

His long strides finally arrived, opting to remain a step behind you. Close enough to make his presence known.

The aura was unmistakable, almost as if it could be physically sensed. You freeze in place, the cigarette remaining a few inches from your lips. Even after he changed his perfume to one a lot more manly and appealing, and clearly grew taller judging by the shadow he cast over you, his presence still had the same strength as it did before. If not stronger. Anyone else would say it’s intimidating. But you find surprising comfort in it.

“That’s going to kill you,” his hand reached from over your head, making sure to not cause any unnecessary physical contact. His fingers slip the burning cigarette from your grip. You find yourself unable to make a single move in response, only watching his actions unfold.

He took a step, moving closer, dimming the light from the roll by rubbing it against the metal bars, then throwing it off the balcony. “You’re too young to kill yourself like that.”

“That bitch Shoko set me up,” You hiss, regaining your composure. “Will you look who showed up. You’re killing the ecosystem by throwing waste like this, Gojo.”

Although you haven’t glanced his way yet, You were every bit sure his mouth was quirked in the same smug smirk he wore so much when you were younger. You could even hear it in his voice as he spoke, “You haven’t grown at all, have you?”

“Oh shut it,” you chuckle. “You’re still as immature as ever. How you could be a manchild at 27 is a wonder to me.”

27… It felt so weird to say it out loud. Weren’t you just 17 a few days ago?

“Oh, how you hurt me,” he says in exaggeration, his voice conveying anything but the hurt he claims to feel. “That isn’t very nice of you.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” You say. He laughs a little, you do too. But the silence that follows is not that of a joke. He knew what you’re referring to. Maybe he underestimated your last encounter’s effect on you.

The silence speaks for itself. It’s louder than any conversation you’ve had before. What now? What have we become? Is it of any use to try anymore? Neither of you had an answer to the question that began to surface with this interaction.

The questions remain hung in the air, dimming the atmosphere around you. Was this fate’s doing? Or his karma? Gojo has always been told he’s a god, but how could he be a higher form of life when he struggled so much to hold a conversation?

He’s about to speak again when you cut him off, muttering “here-” as you push your hand down the coat you wore. Your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek as you search for the anonymous object.

You pull out a worn out paper, grown from what could have been a bright red to an orangish shade. His eyes study as you shove the paper in his direction, eyes avoiding his gaze at all costs.

Seeing your bashful expression made him rather curious, the contents of the wrinkled paper piquing his interest. He hesitates before he pulls the paper from your hand, half-expecting you to bite him.

The letters were scribbles, almost like they’re straight out of some cult’s ritual, that with the wrinkles of the worn out paper making reading it next to impossible. Still, he could make out just enough to realize what this paper is. His eyes widened behind the blindfold. It didn’t take much to remember this paper, trivial as it may be.

“You found this- how did you even…?” he trails off, confused.

“I guess I did,” You confirm. He’s unsure if you’re proud of yourself for your rather… interesting discovery. It’s bold of you to pull this out ten whole years later. But he can’t deny the relief he feels that at least this means you don’t completely hate him. For once, he’s truly at loss for words.

But he wouldn’t let a perfect opportunity like this slide.

“Oh, so you’re in love with me? You’re so obsessed with me that you kept this for so many years, what a loyal fangirl.”

Before he knew it, a weight so crushing landed on his foot. He turned off his infinity around you as a sign of trust. But he soon came to regret his rather unsmart decision. Your foot stomped and crushed his toes. It makes him groan in pain, bending slightly forward.

“Tomorrow, at Narisawa in Minato city, 5:30. I’m leaving for Kyoto in 3 days. Don’t waste your chance again, Gojo Satoru. You’re not getting another one.”

“I take it you’ve been in love with me ever since?” He leans forward, elbows on the table. “Say, did you fascinate about me?”

“Hmm..” you hum softly at his childish question, “only a little.” You show no signs of interest in his tactics as you sipped the wine in your hand. Undeniably, Gojo is taken aback by your lack of reaction. He hasn’t known you to be so reserved and smart at keeping him on edge. He couldn’t help finding your new behavior enticing.

Is there anything else you’d like to have?” You nodded your head towards the plates sitting on the table, some empty and some half-full. “Or do you wanna do something else before I go back to the hotel?”

“Hmm? Maybe I could join you at the hotel, actually. Surely it’ll be a lot less lonely with me around?”

You’re tempted by his offer, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach. He looked strikingly handsome today. Maybe you were just really lonely and touch starved, or maybe it’s the way his lips quirk as he teases you that makes your brain a little hazy, inappropriate thoughts floating through it and send jolts to your core. Yet, you set your mind on refusing his advances. You haven’t had a decent conversation since high school, for god's sake.

He keeps his eyes set on you, shining before him. You looked glamorous. He’d lie if he said there wasn’t a certain allure to your matured looks. The years that flew by changed a lot of things about you two, but his breath still catches in his throat when your eyes meet his dreamy blues. The feelings rush back, memories clouding his train of thought.

He’s sure he’s going to pay. He didn’t mind it at all, what a small price for getting to spend an evening with you. But you surprise him when you bring up that you had already put your card down, courtesy of having been the one to ask him out. Or maybe this was your way of telling him that you are in pretty good condition, living perfectly well without needing sorcery.

“How’s working as a jujutsu teacher?” you quip, smiling softly. “Utahime says you’ve got some interesting kids in your pack? Two special grades, too. You’re sure a favorite attraction for wonders.”

“You’re still in contact with her too?” he dodges talking about his students, not meeting your gaze. “That’s ironic. Weren’t we friends too?”

A hoarse chuckle emerges from him. But nothing about it leads back to amusement, as it was a joyless sound devoid of life. Almost as if he were mocking you. The dark lenses of the shades sitting on the bridge of his nose served as a shield. He curses himself for being so weak. He's almost thirty but somehow you’ve got him acting like he did when he was 17.

“You didn’t try to contact me either,” you shrug, not willing to take the blame for your lack of contact.

“You could have visited then. Even Yaga talked about you every once in a while,” he isn’t too happy and it’s showing.

“All good things, I hope-“

“Don’t change the subject,” he frowns, an uneasy edge outlining his words. “He was enough. You didn’t have to go ahead and leave too.”

“I had to move on, Gojo,” the name felt like a jab every time you used it. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything about it. This is how you drew your boundaries. Calling them by their last names gives you a false sense of satisfaction, convincing yourself that your sorcerer friends are past figures now. Mere acquaintances.

“-I couldn’t remain hung there forever, I valued my mental health. You grew distant, the atmosphere was growing uneasy every day. I had to cut ties with Jujutsu before I couldn’t recognize myself anymore.”

“Yet you’re here now. Back to square one,” his playful tone was long gone, now replaced by an even, stern one. “Whether you moved away or called us by our last names. It’s a curse you can’t escape. you’ll always end up back in the palms or jujutsu.”

His words held some truth. You know that. But just as he refused to confront this past, you repulsed the idea of your reality. You truly want to believe that you could escape this part of yourself and live a normal life. You couldn’t come to terms with your inability. You held onto your hopes as if your sanity completely depended on it. Another thing that won’t change no matter how much you grew.

“I'll be okay as long as I refuse to interact with this world.”

Once you leave the restaurant, you find yourself wandering through the rich streets of Minato city. It felt as though the night was pulling you further into its welcoming embrace, with nothing rushing you.

“He was only thirteen,” you chuckle, arm linked in his. “It’s unbelievable how bold kids nowadays are.”

“I would’ve done the same thing, honestly,” he smirks, his gaze fixed on the stores around.

“Of course. You’ve got the brains of a thirteen year old.”

Satoru grins at your remark, pulling you into a clothes store.

“What’s this?” you look around in confusion, noting a woman in a suit welcoming you. The place looked a little too fancy, judging by the display of the items and the lighting of the place.

“It’s a western brand,” Satoru answers. Looking over at him, you can’t help but smile a little. He looks good tonight. His fancy outfit gave the impression that he’s a model to strangers. “Louis Vuitton, I think,” He furrows his brows, trying to remember the name of the brand stores he’s been to with Nobara and Shoko.

“Prada, sir,” The lady in a suit corrected him. “Can I help you?”

“We’re just browsing, thank you.” It’s a phrase he heard from Kugisaki countless times whenever they wandered into a store. His response makes you chuckle, watching as the lady takes a few steps backwards politely.

You’re soon comfortable, searching through the expensive coats and bags. Satoru watched tenderly. Even though the ten years that passed with no contact whatsoever definitely propose a wall between you, he's glad you're able to feel free. You might nit on the same page, but you two can work with what you have.

You stride back to the “S” shaped velvet couch sat in the middle of the checker-carpet store, where Satoru sat. But he was nowhere to be seen.

You walk around in hesitance and confusion, completely aware of the lady walking always a few feet behind you. Surveillance, you guess.

You find him standing in front of the white counter, taking a black bag with the brand’s name printed onto it in golden letters from the man standing behind the counter in a white shirt with the brand's logo on it.

“Gojo,” you call him, confusion fused into your expression.

He extends his arm to you, trying to suppress any sourness at you calling him Gojo. “Let’s go?”

You nod, eyeing him suspiciously before you link your arm in his. You make sure to flash a grateful smile at the woman by the door as you walk past the reflective glass door.

You almost forgot how busy the world outside is. It felt as though the glass building of the store was sound proof. Now you have to adjust to the noise of the full streets again.

Satoru remains silent for the most part. It’s not awkward, rather just neither of you knew what to say. He expected you to ask about what he bought, which you have considered. You decide against it though as you feel it’s none of your business. You’re not too surprised anyway as Gojo has always been a wealthy man. He could buy the entire Prada chain with half of his monthly spending.

“What do you wanna do now?” He asks. “Wanna go somewhere else?”

You think about going to the club to give the night the best closure. But neither of you were dressed for it anyway. You contemplate your choices. Then you grin at him, and Satoru knows it’s best to fear what comes after

You’re well aware that he has a high alcohol tolerance. While you would be wasted a few shots in. Yet you consumed so many drinks recklessly, thinking that maybe you could beat him in a drinking game.

That’s why he’s stuck to your side now, helping your sleeping body out of his car. Satoru is glad your hotel card was so easy to find in your purse, taking it out as he gets into the lobby.

A few people eye the man, glaring at him and at the way he held you in his arms. But he couldn’t bring himself to think too much about it. His mission is to get you to bed now.

“Satoruuu~” You whine, rubbing your face into the pillow once he sat you on the white bedding. “Stay with meeee”

And Satoru is nothing if not human. Despite what everyone else says. It’s proven now that he had come to face a human flaw like this. He is weak, and you are all but practically seducing him.

“Stop crying,” He mutters. He finds himself smiling sheepishly at the unlikely scenario he found himself in. Tucking you in bed, your face hot due to the drinks you had. He really should have stopped you. “I’ll stay the night, so sleep already.”

He convinced himself it’s for the best. He should watch over you for tonight. No funny business. Deep inside he knew he was just finding a reason— any reason to stay around you for a little longer, heart yearning for the lost years. But he ignored the pathetic feeling, convincing himself it’s for your sake instead.

“But I’m uncomfortableee,” you whine again, hands running down your body. “The dress...”

Did you have to make it so hard on him? Satoru is tempted to kiss you, eyebrows knitted in the space between, eyes looking around the room for any sort of aid.

This is probably a form of invading your privacy, but he sees no other choice. He’ll have to hold it together for tonight.

“nngh..”

Your groan came with an impending headache. Your body moves against the rich covers of the bed, sunlight illuminating your physique.

He stopped in his tracks, feet bare against the gray carpet.

Your form is beautiful, one to compete with statues of goddesses. The rays of light complimented every inch of skin in all the right ways. Satoru had to physically shake his head to stop the flowing perverted thoughts in his head.

Your flinch when you catch him standing near the door, heart beating slightly faster. You thought that you’re alone. You don’t think much of it anyway, muttering a “holy shit” under your breath.

“Good morning,” he casually greets, brushing off the mutual shock, albeit for different reasons. “I made coffee, if you wanted some.”

“Oh... thank you,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes as you sit up straight. “Did you eat anything yet?”

“Not yet, no,” he says, holding his overly sweet coffee in both palms. “Thought I’d wait until you woke up.”

“You’re a real sweetheart, Satoru,” you yawn. His name slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You busy yourself with stretching your arms. “What a doting housewife God has blessed me with”

His response is only a chuckle, rolling his eyes as he sighs on the edge of the bed. “Well, at least I wasn’t begging a man to spend the night with me”

“Huh?”

You couldn’t remember anything of the prior night. Nothing that occurred after you sat at the bar, specifically. But then you begin to realize, eyes widening at the revelation. You feel dreadfulness landing in the pit of your stomach a little too late.

He’s shirtless, wearing only his suit pants. And even though you wouldn’t mind the sight any other day, the fact that you are in your pajamas isn’t helping at all.

“Did we...” You trail off, expression darkening. Your eyes meet his own, fear implanted in your pupils. You watch as his expression drifts from confusion to an awkward hesitance. Unsure how to break the news to you.

You don’t know what to expect, not realizing you’re holding your breath.

“I-I’m sorry,” He sighs, gaze faltering as his eyes look away from you. Your eyes widen further, oxygen becoming hard to consume.

What have you done?

“But- don’t worry. You know I’m not some asshole...” if anything, he sounded chivalrous. “I-I’ll be accountable for my mistake. When do you want to hold the wedding?”

You gasp, face feeling hot. “You piece of shit-“ You groan as your foot reaches him, forcefully pushing him off the bed. “As if!”

He breaks into a fit of laughter, the sound full of genuine delight. “I can’t believe you fell for it,” He manages between the laughter.

“Fuck you, Satoru,” you mutter, a smile of relief breaking across your face. “I can’t believe you pulled something so childish.”

“Why are you so down?” He climbed back onto the bed, reclaiming his spot on the edge. “Are you disappointed? You know it’s never too late to just as-“

“Fuck off,” Your heart is pounding as you send him another kick, less forceful this time. “Say one more word about it and I’ll make sure you don’t make it out of this room in one piece.”

He laughs, asking you to pass his coffee. You reach for his coffee from the bedside table. Your fingers lift the glass mug to your lips, sipping at the hot beverage before handing it to him.

Your face scrunches up at the horrible taste. Too much sugar. Too much milk. It’s a lot worse than you might think.

“Your coffee should be criminal,” you push the mug his way, frowning. Satoru hums in response.

There’s no awkwardness between the two of you, and he can’t help but cherish it. He feels content, enough to sit a little closer, at least.

Enough to lean in towards you, mouth closing over yours in an ever awaited kiss, at least.

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yanderestarangel · 1 year ago

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☆ 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 | 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 ☆

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ✰ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

TW: smut, dick description, sucking balls, afab anatomy.

✰ 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 ✰

He has a 20-centimeter dick, with a wide length, two veins stand out on the member - one that starts in his groin, going down to the dick a little thinner, and a second vein, which pulsates and is visible when he stands on his side hard dick. It's a darker color than his skin, a tone down at least, a light brown, with the tip of the dick circular and a little darker too, reddish, it's also a little crooked to the right, little but not much visible. Bi Han's dick is a little different, his body temperature itself is a little colder, that is, his dick, even though it is hard and pulsating, is still a little cold, so when you fuck he leaves his dick inside your mouth or pussy, as it is more sensitive due to body temperature, the sensation is a little different, but you soon get used to it. He is more sensitive at the tip, so you can use vibrators or suck using special lubricants - his favorite are those with a mint sensation, he moans like a desperate little slut looking for the heat of your pussy -

BASE COLOR: #E2711D | STEM COLOR: #9B3D12 | COLOR OF THE TIP OF HIS DICK: #650D1B

✰ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 ✰

His dick is 22 centimeters, being a completely straight dick, he has a lot of veins, whether they are thicker or thinner - the thick ones are more prominent because they are practically purple, you can see and feel the blood pulsing and circulating over his member. Tomas, it's a very pleasant feeling to give him a handjob - making his dick even fatter and thicker. The color of his dick is a lighter cream, practically vanilla, the designs on his member are like a pattern, going all the way to the tip which is a little more V-shaped, meaning he can easily hit your lap. uterus - the tip of his dick is a light pink, with small variations at the edge, going to a more vibrant pink, with the middle of his dick going to a very light pink before reaching the tip. Tomas is sensitive to the entire dick, regardless of tip or base, he will come quickly anyway, if he becomes overstimulated he will lose control of the smoke magic, and a thin, dark aura will begin to surround his body, especially when you ride his dick in "cowgirl" position.

BASE COLOR: #FACBEA | STEM COLOR: #FFE4D6 | COLOR OF THE TIP OF HIS DICK: #E966A0

✰ 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 ✰

He has an 18 centimeter dick, but his dick is thicker, that is, he can fill you completely, his dick has few or almost no visible veins, but the few he has are very thin, with an extremely hot blood flow , his dick itself is much hotter than most men's. His dick has a light woody color, with a slightly lighter base, going with a light brown gradient and a strong red at the tip of his dick, his dick is also crooked to the left, very crooked, but that's it. It also helps to reach the right spots on your pussy. He is sensitive at the base, but specifically in the balls, which are also extremely soft and warm, he likes to see you massaging his balls or even having you suck them while he jerks off, looking at you there, underneath him using With your tongue, his dick heats up in your holes, especially if he's close to cumming, that is, it's an extremely good feeling, making you squirt on his dick.

BASE COLOR: #FFBD40 | STEM COLOR: #C47E38 | COLOR OF THE TIP OF HIS DICK: #DF0000

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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hearts4golbach · 3 months ago

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Does She Know the Way?

kinktober day 4: rockstar.

"Does he know the way I worship our love?" -Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet. Fall Out Boy.

pairing:

Hesitant Alien!Gerard Way x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

cheating scenario (I don't not condone cheating. Be respectful of Gerard and Lindsey's relationship).

for the sake of this fic, Gee is younger than he actually was when hesitant Alien came out (he's 30 in this).

not proofread

warnings:

18+ smut, pet names (sugar, sweetheart, honey, hun, good girl), oral sex (F and M recieving), slight age gap (5 years), unrealistic hookup scenario, face fucking.

word count:

2.7k

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Home? Pajamas. Birthday party? Pajamas. Hesitant Alien tour? Skimpiest outfit you could possibly wear: a black pleated jean skirt that barely covered your ass, fishnets, your black combat boots, and a rose colored top that may as well have been a bra. Of course, you paired all of that with your oversized leather jacket.

You were going alone. No, it's wasn't the best idea, but you were doing it anyway. A solo ticket was a birthday present for yourself. You couldn't help it!

You dare say you were the biggest Gerard Way fan you knew. My Chem, his solo music, everything. You loved it all.

The venue wasn't too far from your house, only a forty-five minute drive. With parking and the line, getting in line took half as long. You were so early, you ended up getting barricade. Words couldn't describe how ecstatic you were about that.

People around you couldn't help but stare. It was mixed reactions, either calling you a slut or basically undressing you with their eyes. You were the girl who made others pull their boyfriends a little closer.

Whenever the lights dimmed, you could feel excitement bubbling up in your stomach. The man himself soon came on stage, looking as dashing as ever. He was wearing the same suit as he was in the album cover: a blue tux with his pink button up under. His reddish-orange hair glowed in the spotlight.

He didn't bother with a greeting, just held a smile on his face as 'The Bureau' began to play.

You were having the time of your life. You knew every word, you danced and swayed as you sang along. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. You knew he was attractive, but seeing him in person was a whole different ballpark. You didn't notice the small frown that formed on your face as you noticed his wedding band reflecting the light of the spotlights.

The eye contact with him was unbearable. His eyes would meet yours more times than you could count. He'd give you a quick once over before looking around the rest of the venue. He had a little sparkle in his eyes every time he looked towards you. It made your heart skip a beat.

During 'The Bureau', Gerard shot you a wink. The crowd went wild, but how could it not have been directed towards you? Delusional, much? He was looking directly at *you*. You stood there in shock as he quickly walked to the other side of the stage. No. Fucking. WAY.

Of course, the concert had to end eventually. You had to admit it was a little heartbreaking. You made your way towards the very back exit in an attempt to avoid the hoards of people attempting to leave through the main exit.

You trampled over empty beer cans and confetti. To your surprise, you were the only one headed there. You thought that maybe there wasn't even an exit.

Thank god there was. You walked out and found yourself in an empty hall. There was a janitor, but he soon walked off to the next bathroom. You took the long way around, hoping you'd avoid the shitty traffic.

you heard a door slam behind you. You jumped, whipping around to see where the bang came from.

You met the gaze of the one and only Gerard Way. You stopped dead in your tracks, muttering and 'oh my god' under your breath. "H-hi," you stuttered.

"Hi," he approached you with a kind smile. "I love your outfit."

He stuck out his hand and you took it, shaking it gently. Heat flushed to your face. You figured he could probably feel how badly you were shaking. "Y/n."

He hummed, his eyes lingering on your lips. "Cute name for a pretty girl like you." He shot you a wink. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

It was one thing after another. You could've died from how much shock you had experienced in the past minute. "Nope. No boyfriend." You said with fake confidence, masking the way you were internally dying.

You were still frozen in your dame position. "Ease up," he suggested, "why'd you come alone?" He questioned, seemingly a little concerned.

"I turned 25 a couple weeks ago. It was a birthday present to myself, I guess. None of my friends really wanted to come, so I decided to just go alone." You felt like you were rambling. You looked down at your feet to avoid eye contact. "I-I love your music. This is the best concert I've ever been to." You gushed.

The married man chewed on his lips as you spoke. He offered a hug and you immediately reciprocated. His hands were rested on your lower back. You forced yourself to think nothing of it, but his hand placement still made you giddy. You mentally scolded yourself for getting turned on by what was happening, nonetheless by someone you had *just met.*

It must've been the look in your eyes or the way you acted towards him after the hug that caused him to invite you back to his dressing room with him. How could you deny that kind of offer?

There was something hidden in his voice. After the countless interviews you had seen, and even in his interviews, you had never heard this tone of voice coming from Gerard. You had made it your mission to decipher it.

He let you inside and invited you to have a seat on the couch. "I always make tea after shows," he giggled. "You want any, sugar?"

Your face flushed at the nickname. "No, thank you."

He hummed in acknowledgment and turned away from you. He set his small, portable tea kettle on the heater. "You from around here?" He asked, turning back around to face you.

"Close enough. I live in the town over. It wasn't that bad of a drive but I'm definitely not looking forward to the drive home."

"Understandably," he pursed. The sound of his voice made you weak in the knees.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip. He looked so fucking good. His messy red orange hair and his tie that was halfway undone at that point. You looked up at him with a small smile. "Would you sign something for me?"

He happily agreed, scrounging around the vanity for a writing utensil. Whenever he asked you what exactly you wanted him to sign a rush of nerves hit you. You glanced down at your chest. You were about to open your mouth to speak but there was no need. He got the message.

He gently gripped your waist and pulled you closer. He slowly slid his hand up, resting it right under your tit. He was so close. So fucking close. Your heart rate sped up, beating impossibly fast.

He smirked, the sharpie gliding slowly across your exposed cleavage. "You nervous?" He let out a low chuckle.

"Maybe a little bit," you whispered. The way the words rolled off of your tongue, they came out much more seductive than you had intended. Your face grew a bright shade of red.

His hand moved from your waist to your lower back. "I don't bite, sweetheart." He mumbled in your ear.

Adrenaline coursed through your body as his lips met yours. You knew it was wrong as you felt the cold metal of his wedding band on your flesh. In that moment, however, the most selfish part of you could've gave a fuck less about his wife. You had Gerard right then, and there was no way you were letting him go until you had to.

He walked you backwards towards the sofa. Your knees caught on the soft fabric and you fell back against the cushions. "You're fuckin' gorgeous, you know that?" Gerard grumbled against your skin as he kissed down your neck. He had no problem leaving hickeys as he made his way down (not like you were complaining).

It all felt like a dream. His lips met yours again as his fingertips grazed your thigh. "Is this okay?" He asked cautiously.

You didn't hesitate, nodding quickly before bringing his lips bad to yours. The kiss grew in intensity. He kissed you like he was starving. He moved down to your neck once more, kissing over the hickeys he had placed, all the way down to your chest.

Gerard let out a low chuckle as he saw his signature on your chest. "You're so pretty, you know that? I wish you could see how you look right now."

A smile was plastered on your face as you looked at him. He slowly hiked up your skirt, moving to his knees in front of the couch.

"Don't smile at me like that, it drives me crazy," he muttered, making quick work of your shorts, leaving you in your rose colored lace panties.

He smiled up at you. An innocent smile, so sweet you could hardly believe what was happening. He spread your legs further, it was an agonizingly slow motion.

Gerard licked a stripe up your pussy over the fabric. He made eye contact with you and pulled away. He held a smug smirk on his face as he dug his teeth into the thin fabric of your panties and pulled them down. The sight made you let out a small whimper, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth.

"Let me hear you," he instructed, taking your underwear off the rest of the way and shoving them in his pocket. "These are mine now."

He peppered kisses on your inner thighs before licking a stripe through your folds. The Gerard Way was in between your legs right now. You impulsively tangled a hand in his hair, letting out a quiet moan.

You couldn't help but wonder what possessed him to *cheat* on his wife, especially with someone he met not too long ago. That thought immediately slipped from your mind as his lips wrapped around your clit.

He pulled off with a pop. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs as he continued to eat you out. "You taste so sweet, sugar. 'Could eat you out all night if I had the chance."

Your other hand gripped onto the edge of the couch for support. Your ragged breaths and moans filled the room as he plunged his tongue into your throbbing hole.

He let soft whimpers slip from his lips as he lapped at your pussy. He was growing unbearably hard. His movements were feverish and well calculated. Somehow, he knew all the right spots. Profanities and groans spilled from your mouth as his movements quickened.

He held eye contact the whole time, watching intently as your face contorted with pleasure. He only pulled away for a moment to say "I wish you could see how you look right now."

You tugged at his dyed hair. The only response you were able to conjure up was a moan. You choked back your moans. It was still a semi public setting. You assumed there was still security and janitors lurking around until they knew Gerard had left.

"Don't be so shy, honey. I've got you," he mumbled against you, sending vibrations against your aching cunt. "You can do better than that."

One his mouth reached your clit again, you let go. Loud moans fell from your swollen lips as his tongue moved at an impossibly fast pace.

"There we go," he smirked, "good girl."

You arched your back, which gave Gerard deeper access inside of you. He didn't take the opportunity for granted, locking his hands behind your back to keep you in the position you had put yourself in.

He lapped at you, drinking up all of your juices like a dehydrated man. He muttered praises under his breath as he brought you closer to your climax.

"'m so fucking close, please-" you pleaded. You didnt knoe exactly what you were begging for, but you couldnt help the pleas from falling from your lips.

It didn't take much work from him to bring you over the edge. He thrustsed his tongue inside of your needy hole. Your pussy clenched around his tongue as you came. Your chest heaved as you looked down at him with a content smile on your face.

"You did amazing," he stood up and placed a peck on your lips. You tasted yourself on his tongue as he kissed you softly.

You pulled up your panties and stood up in front of him. You dropped to your knees in front of him, taking him by surprise.

"You don't have to do this, honey," he purred.

He ran his fingers through your now messy hair. The rough carpet dug into your knees as you unbuttoned his dress pants. He looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes filled with desire. He shimmied the blue pants down around his ankles.

You could see his hardened length through his boxers briefs. You gawked at the sight of his dick, it was even bigger than you had imagined. You palmed his dick through his boxers, making him let out a needy groan.

You tucked your fingers in the waist band and pulled them down. His cock sprung out, his angry red tip had a bead of precum along the slit. You didn't bother wasting time. Your tongue flicked out and kitten licked his tip. He bucked into your mouth, grippong your hair together as you began to bob your head.

Gerard bit down onto his lip as quiet moans and whimpers escaped from his mouth. "Youre doing so good, sugar." He cooed.

He held you by your hair, moving your head ever so slightly faster as you took his cock further down your throat. Gagging and spit squelching filled the room as you sucked him off.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that," the words rolled off of his tongue like honey. You looked up ay him, holding eye contact the best you could as you deepthroated him.

He tossed his head back as sweet nothings continued to fall from his lips like word vomit. You wrapped your hand around the base of his dick to make up for what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

He wiped the drool that was trickling from the corner of your mouth. His hips involuntarily bucked into your face. His tip hit the back of your throat. You felt your eyes begin to water as he continued to fuck your face, chasing his release.

Your nails dug into his thighs. You felt a tear fall from your eye but his heavenly noises made you forget about everything. All you cared about in that moment was pleasing Gerard.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath. "I'm close, hun."

You were determined, forcing him further down your throat. He held your head still as he shit his thick seed down your throat.

"Swallow," he instructed, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes. You did as he told, which earned a smile of approval from him.

He leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead before readjusting himself. "You did so good for me, honey."

You smiled up at him, not knowing how to respond.

"My hotel is right up the street," Gerard buckled his belt with a soft smile. He looked down at you and ran his hand along your jawline. "I don't want you driving all the way back this late. Come stay with me for the night."

He helped you up and adjusted your clothes. He tossed you one of his jackets that he had hanging up. You giggled, remembering the 'jacket slut' clip you had seen all those years ago. He offered his hand and you took it, interlocking your fingers with his. "Lead the way, Gee."

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satninbaby · 24 days ago

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Bored.

Elvis is bored, y/n watches him get off.

warnings: smut. 18+. minors dni. masturbation. blowjob mentioned.

Elvis had been home all day, his girlfriend, Y/N, was out shopping with her friends, something she did every couple of weeks, leaving Elvis to his own devices, secluded in his room, the soft and low sound of the tv filling the quiet sanctuary. Elvis laid in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard, tapping his fingers against his stomach softly, sighing in boredom as he waited for Y/N to return home.

He lets his eyes stare blankly at the tv, squinting softly and not paying any mind to whatever was playing, and to be honest, he couldn't even tell you what was on. He let's out another puff of air through his pouty lips, this time slightly louder than the previous sigh he had released. Elvis rolls his shoulders slightly, adjusting his position slightly.

Elvis lets his mind begin to wonder unintentionally, his mind playing back to a few nights ago when Y/N had her mouth on him, her tongue circling around the tip of his cock as her big eyes stared up at him while he shot his load down her throat, Y/N greedily swallowing it down.

He lets out another noise at the memory, this time his pants starting to feel slightly tighter as his cock begins to grow. He bites his lip as he straightens out his body, one knee bending slightly and resting his bent leg to the side as he finds a comfortable position. He takes a deep breath, his fingers beginning to lightly rub and caress his lower tummy, running the tips of his fingers down the trail of hair that disappears below his waistband.

Elvis licks his lips quickly, his fingers dipping into his pants ever so sightly, feeling the dark brown tufts of hair under his fingertips as he teases himself, his breath hitching ever so slightly before he brings his fingers back up to his lower tummy, not letting himself give in just yet.

He stills his hand for a moment, his ears perking up as he focuses on any noise he can hear, making sure that no one was coming up the stairs, making sure he was completely and utterly alone.

Once Elvis hears not even a peep or a pin drop, he reaches into his sweatpants, pulling out his thick cock. He glances down at it as it throbs deliciously, the usual dusty pink tip in it's soft state, now darker in color with a reddish, purple tone, glistening softly with his desire. He runs his finger tips over his length slowly, feeling the vein that's now engorged on the side of his cock, like Y/N would do when she teases him.

Elvis lets out a shaky breath, his hand wrapping around himself, giving his cock a few soft pumps, his eyes fluttering as his rings graze against the delicate skin, the cool metal biting against his cock.

He shifts slightly again, reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt with his other hand, pulling it up slightly so that his tummy is exposed and to avoid getting any precum on it, or even shooting his load and ruining the clothing.

Elvis begins to twist his hand around his cock gently as he strokes it, his head tilting back against the headboard as his mouth falls open slightly, his free hand sliding off this stomach. His cock blurts out precum, which he gathers with his thumb, smearing it around the tip.

His hips buck up slightly as his thumb knocks against his tip with each stroke, a soft groan building in his chest as he closes his eyes and imagines it to be the back of Y/N's throat. "Good girl- fuck..." Elvis murmurs out with a slight pant, biting his lip slightly.

Unbeknownst to Elvis, Y/N is making her way upstairs to their shared bedroom, shopping bags hanging from her wrists as she opens the door to the bedroom. Her eyes widen as she sees Elvis, cock in hand as she drops the bags on the floor.

Elvis' eyes fly open at the door opening, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he watches Y/N close the door slowly behind her, her eyes focused on his cock as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Shit- baby. when did you get home?" Elvis says, his hand still frozen on his length, his breath shaky as he pants.

Y/N smirks at him and shrugs, licking her lips slowly. "Doesn't matter. Continue." She speaks slowly, taking a step closer to the bed, Elvis letting out a sigh at her words.

"Oh, come on, honey. Can't you help? Put that pretty mouth or cunt to use?" Elvis pleads playfully, pouting at her softly. Y/N shakes her head at him with a soft chuckle, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Nope. I wanna watch you. Wanna see how you make yourself come." Y/N purrs, her eyes going back to his cock. Elvis wants to protest, but the hand on his cock begins to move again before he can even let out a word.

He lets out a grunt, his eyes focusing on her as his hand speeds up, his stomach beginning to flutter as his orgasm builds quickly. His gaze falls on her chest, her cleavage on show with the shirt she was wearing. He lets out another shaky breath as he stares half-lidded.

Elvis' movement on his cock becomes more uncoordinated and more jerky as he feels the all too familiar burn of an impending orgasm. He lets out a hiss before he groans, his head tilting back again.

Y/N watches as he comes, his breath coming out in pants and growls as strands of white shoot out of his cock, painting his hand and lower tummy with hot beads of his essence. Elvis gently jerks himself, his eyes falling back on her as he squeezes his cock gently, milking out every drop before he lets go of it with a hiss, trying to catch his breath.

Y/N grins and bites her lip at his state, his cheeks flushed and his cock twitching against his stomach as he calms down. "You must've been bored." Y/N teases, causing Elvis to chuckle breathlessly.

#elvis presley #elvis #70s elvis #burning love #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis smut #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #elvis x reader #elvis the king #satninbaby

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ryuzakistoe · 3 months ago

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Her (Chigiri Hyoma x fem!reader)

fluff, angst, angst with happy ending, school au, fem!reader, swearing, jealousy-ish, mentions of his torn ACL, arguing

a/n: y’know what, i might do sae next bc i love him so much

(couldn't really find anything that matched perfectly but that's okay ig)

——

He was the definition of beauty, and everyone at school knew it. His glamorous reddish-pink hair framed his face perfectly, each silky strand falling just between his eyes, enhancing his striking features. Those eyes—an enchanting shade of deep pink—were captivating, complementing his overall allure.

He had the look of a model, with a presence that was nothing short of glamorous. Yet, he chose to dedicate his life to football. His striking appearance wasn’t just for show, though; his physical abilities had a purpose.

With remarkable speed, he was virtually unmatched on the field, moving with a swiftness others could only envy or fear. His speed was remarkable, setting him apart in every game, leaving his opponents in awe—or jealousy.

His extraordinary talent allowed him to score countless goals, making him the star of his team. Soccer was his life—his passion, his purpose—and he poured himself into it fully. Nothing else mattered, and he believed nothing ever would.

That is, until the day he met the new girl.

The moment she walked into his classroom, his world shifted. Her graceful entrance, her hair flowing gently beside her, radiated an effortless beauty. But that wasn’t all that captivated him.

As the morning sunlight bathed her in a warm glow, he couldn't help but notice her smooth, delicate skin and the quiet power of her small smile. His eyes widened as he took in her presence. When her beautifully colored eyes finally roamed across the room and landed on him, he felt a spark he’d never experienced before. Soccer was no longer the only thing that mesmerized him.

His breath caught quietly as his gaze locked with hers. To him, it felt like a blessing—an unspoken gift to have someone so beautiful meet his eyes and hold them. He couldn’t look away, as though she were a magnet drawing him in.

But he wondered: why wasn’t she looking away first? They’d been holding eye contact for what felt like an eternity.

The truth was, she found him just as captivating. She had never seen such beauty. His bright hair seemed to radiate, like a flower irresistibly drawing a butterfly. And his eyes…she couldn’t begin to describe them. They were a stunning shade of pink, like nothing she’d ever seen before.

She could have lingered on every fascinating detail about the boy, but the teacher’s voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Hello? Ms. L/n? Would you like to introduce yourself?"

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, and offered a shy chuckle. “Yes, I’d love to. Sorry about that.”

The teacher gave a firm nod, indicating for her to begin.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Y/n L/n, and I'll be your new classmate from now on. I hope I get to become good friends with all of you.” She smiled warmly.

That smile…he still didn’t know why it affected him so deeply. But as he glanced around, he felt a flare of annoyance—he wasn’t the only one captivated by her. Others in the room seemed just as taken, drawn to her beauty like moths to a flame.

But he didn’t want them looking at her. She was meant for his eyes only.

But he knew it was almost impossible. That lingering eye contact they shared could easily mean nothing. For all he knew, her gaze might be set on someone else.

It was the first time he’d ever doubted himself. The thought of having a chance with her felt unrealistic. Even with his reputation and titles, his odds seemed to go from nonexistent to barely slim.

What good was such a tiny chance, anyway? It would take a miracle for her to feel the same. But he knew the difference between dreams and reality.

This was just a dream—a dream he wished, more than anything, could come true.

…🌼…

He let out yet another satisfied sigh as the ball brushed the net. Scoring a few goals, he thought, might be the best way to clear his mind, to shake off the image of that beautiful girl wasting her time with some average guy. The thought nagged at him enough that he’d come out here alone, hoping the rhythm of the game would numb it.

Unbeknownst to him, the very girl he was trying to forget was seated on the bleachers, watching him with a gentle smile. As he kicked the ball into the goal again, a sudden applause echoed from the stands.

He turned, and there she was—his mind’s distraction, clapping for him. His ears flushed red, realizing she might have been watching the whole time. Embarrassment mixed with something warm and unexpectedly sweet as he caught sight of her wide grin.

Had she been watching the whole time…?

He stood there, frozen for a moment, before grabbing the ball and moving to the far side of the field, trying his best to ignore her presence. But it was impossible. Knowing she was there, watching him, sent a surge of excitement through him.

Out of all places, she chose to be here. What a surprise.

Each time he tried to shoot, his footing faltered, his nerves fraying under her gaze. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the ball, his mind kept drifting back to her. How could she have this effect on him?

Finally, as he decided to pack up and leave, her image lingering in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the quick footsteps closing in behind him.

"Hey."

Startled by her soft voice, he spun around, eyes widening as he took her in.

And there she was—standing right in front of him, delicate and breathtaking. His mouth parted slightly as he absorbed the sight of her up close. Those beautiful eyes met his, and he felt his heart begin to race.

He couldn’t help but trace his gaze over her features, taking in her soft, gentle eyes, her plush, velvety lips, and the way her silky, flowing hair framed her face. Every inch of her seemed to radiate beauty, as if she were something out of a dream—perfect, unreal, ethereal.

He wasn’t the only one captivated. She couldn’t tear her gaze from him either, caught in the same quiet, electric moment.

She found him just as unreal, just as stunning, with every feature and trait as mesmerizing to her as hers were to him.

After a moment, she broke the silence. "Hey, nice shooting back there," she said, a bit awkwardly.

She continued, "My name’s Y/n L/n, by the way—in case you don’t remember. We’re in the same class–"

"Of course, I remember," he blurted out, interrupting her without thinking.

She paused, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, that makes things easier, doesn’t it?"

"But I still don’t know your name," she added, her voice gentle.

Realizing he hadn’t introduced himself, he felt a sudden rush of embarrassment. "Chigiri Hyoma," he replied quickly.

"Chigiri Hyoma, hm?.” she echoed, a warm smile spreading as she tried his name out, savoring it like it held a secret just for her. “I'll remember that.” she continued.

Chigiri felt warmth flood through him at the sound of his name on her lips. It made him feel a mix of nervous excitement and an undeniable happiness. He loved the way she said his name—so much, in fact, that he could listen to her say it a hundred times… no, ten thousand times.

But his thoughts scattered as he noticed her turning to walk away. A pang of disappointment settled in his chest; he wanted to keep talking, to hear her voice just a little longer. He’d do anything to make her stay, even for one more second.

“I’ll see you later, Hyoma! I hope we can become friends!” she called over her shoulder, turning back to flash him a smile.

His eyes widened slightly at her words. The thought of her wanting to come back, wanting to be friends, sent warmth spreading across his skin. It was more than he’d hoped for.

She really wanted to be friends with him? He wouldn’t let this chance slip by.

He’d do anything to get closer to her—maybe even as more than friends someday. But all he knew was that he wanted to be by her side for as long as he could.

…🌼…

Meeting at the football field became their routine, something they both cherished. They would talk about their passions, their dreams, or simply whatever crossed their minds, and each day felt like paradise for the boy. He looked forward to their time together, and she felt the same way. Their presence brought each other comfort, a kind of peace neither had known before.

As their connection deepened, so did their unspoken feelings. They left subtle hints, shared shy smiles, and even had a few intimate, awkward moments. But neither dared to confess their true feelings, each afraid of rejection. Chigiri, especially, doubted he was worthy of her; he convinced himself her heart was set on someone else.

Y/n convinced herself that all he wanted was friendship—nothing more. Doubts and excuses piled up in their minds, each of them pushing aside their "what ifs" to avoid risking the perfect friendship they had. They tried to convince themselves that this connection was fine just the way it was, even as they secretly longed for something deeper.

They told themselves this was fate. But, one way or another, the fate they believed in would take an unexpected turn.

…

"Go, Chigiri!"

Cheers erupted from the bleachers as Chigiri gained possession of the ball. His team was in the lead, and the opposing side was struggling to catch up. The moment the ball touched his foot, the crowd roared with anticipation—they knew he would score. No one ever doubted his speed.

As expected, Chigiri sprinted down the field, closing in on the goal with effortless precision. The noise from the stands swelled as he prepared to shoot, seconds away from sealing the game. This would be the winning goal, and he was the one to bring them victory. With each swift movement, he dodged every opponent who tried to block his path, his speed unmatched and unstoppable.

His eyes shone with determination as the goal opened up before him. But just as he charged forward, he suddenly collapsed. The crowd's roar faded into silence as they watched, stunned, as the player everyone thought would be the hero now lay on the ground, muffling pained cries.

Chigiri's strained grunts were the only sounds echoing across the field, while everyone else stood in shocked silence, absorbing what had just happened. After what felt like an eternity, a few people rushed onto the field to help him.

Y/n’s eyes remained wide, unmoving, as she stood frozen in the crowd. Her mouth hung open, unable to fully process the scene. She had only seen him suddenly fall, as if his own body had betrayed him.

It took her a moment to fully register what had happened, but before she could shake off her shock, her eyes met Chigiri’s. He was being carried off the field, his face tight with pain as they rushed him to get emergency aid.

In that brief, shared eye contact, Chigiri felt a wave of embarrassment and defeat wash over him. Shame gnawed at him, knowing she had seen it all—the near victory, the fall, the failure. He quickly looked away, unable to bear the sudden rush of emotions her gaze stirred in him.

But it was too late. She had already glimpsed everything in his eyes: the hurt, the frustration, the vulnerability. She couldn’t help feeling a pang of pity, yet this was the last thing Chigiri would ever want—from her or anyone else.

…🌼…

He sat on the hospital bed, staring blankly ahead, contemplating his life. Just hours earlier, the doctor had told him to take it easy—his ACL was torn. If he injured it again, his soccer career would be over; he’d never play again.

Fear overcame him. The thought of losing soccer gnawed at him—without it, he didn’t know who he’d be. Soccer was his entire life, his only focus. The whirlwind of thoughts consumed him, until he was pulled back by a knock at the door.

“Chigiri? It’s me… can I come in?”

He didn’t respond. He didn’t want to see her—not after she had witnessed his collapse. How could he face her now? He couldn’t bear to see pity in her eyes.

He didn’t want her to see him like this—weak, defeated. Would she look down on him now?

“Chigiri…?” Her voice was gentle, hesitant.

He paused, wrestling with himself before he finally replied, “I… I want to be alone right now.”

Guilt pricked him as he said it, but he couldn’t face the expression she might have, full of pity or regret. That was the last thing he wanted to see.

“Oh… alright. I understand. I’ll be on my way then.”

The sadness in her voice only made the guilt grow sharper. He wanted her there more than anything, but he knew he wasn’t ready. As he heard her footsteps fade, he let out a sigh he hadn’t realized he was holding.

He leaned his head against the hospital bed’s headboard, closing his eyes. How could he possibly face her?

More than anything, he wanted her to come in, to meet her gaze, those beautiful eyes he’d come to realize he loved. But he wasn’t ready to see the look that might come with it—pity, concern, maybe even disappointment.

He groaned softly, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. He felt completely lost, unsure what to do or how to feel.

He felt clueless.

…

Weeks passed, and he continued to turn away every visitor. Y/n had come by several times, hoping to see him, but each time, he declined. The guilt gnawed at him—he wanted to let her in more than anything, yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet.

Now, navigating the school hallways on crutches, he silently prayed not to run into her in this state. But, as if fate had other plans, he spotted a familiar figure ahead.

“Chigiri?”

His body tensed at the sound of her voice. Though it was weird. Even though he’d hoped to avoid her, he couldn’t help feeling a spark of happiness at seeing her again.

But he couldn’t move. He begged his body to move, even just a single step, but nothing happened.

“Oh… Chigiri… are you okay?” Her voice was soft, filled with concern.

Just as he feared, he saw pity in her eyes. A flicker of irritation rose in him. He didn’t want anyone’s pity, especially not hers. He didn’t want to be seen as fragile, someone who needed special care or couldn’t handle himself. He wasn’t some helpless boy, and he didn’t want to be treated as one—especially not by her.

“Chigiri… please, just tell me. Are you okay?”

His jaw clenched, annoyance simmering. Why did it have to be her, the one he cared for so much, that he felt himself wanting to snap at?

“No, Y/n, I’m not okay. Just do me a favor and go away.”

He hadn’t intended for his words to come out so harshly, but the frustration bubbled over. What surprised him wasn’t that she could have easily left; it was that she stood her ground and responded just as fiercely.

“No, Chigiri. I’m not going anywhere. I’m sick and tired of you shutting everyone out and being selfish.”

Her words struck a nerve, igniting his anger. “If you came here to pity me or tell me you care, then just fuck off, Y/n. I don’t need that from anyone right now.” His voice was laced with venom as he focused on the ground, unable to meet her gaze.

She felt a jolt of shock and hurt at his response. Shocked by the audacity he had to speak to her like that and hurt because he was pushing her away when all she wanted to do was help.

“How could I not care, Chigiri? It’s only natural for me to worry about you,” Y/n replied, her voice steady.

“In such a pitiful way? No thanks, I don’t need that.” His tone remained unyielding.

He wanted to avoid this conversation; he knew it would only lead to a pointless back-and-forth. More than anything, he dreaded hearing the words he desperately didn’t want to come from her mouth.

“Why does that matter? I care about you, and ever since the accident, I’ve been worried sick,” she said earnestly.

“And I don’t need that! Don’t you understand? I hate being looked down upon. I hate not being seen as equal or better. I hate feeling helpless. I hate all of this, Y/n!” He shouted, frustration pouring out as he aimed to end the conversation.

He didn’t want to spend another moment here with her.

He hated arguing with her, but her inability to understand his feelings only deepened his frustration.

"But they care about you! I care about you! How is that such a bad thing?!" she shouted back.

"Well, I don’t need that shit from anyone! Especially not you!" he snapped, not considering the weight of his words.

Before he could take them back, something unexpected burst forth from her lips.

"Well, that fucking sucks, doesn’t it?! Because I care for you! I care for you so damn much! When I witnessed that accident, I felt a fear I’ve never known, and all I could think was, 'Is he okay?'

"You can’t stop the people who love you from caring about you! That’s just how it works because I love you, Chigiri! I love you so much! It hurts my heart when you shut me out. I try to be understanding—I really do. But what you’re doing right now is just flat-out shitty.”

His eyes widened as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. Shocked would be an understatement; he was completely taken aback. He never expected an argument to lead to a confession—unless it truly was a confession.

Could he believe the words that had just come out of her mouth? Did she mean it the way he hoped?

Before he could ask, she seemed to read his thoughts. “Yes, Chigiri, this is a confession… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, especially if you don’t feel the same. I just had to say it—”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Now it was her turn to be shocked. The realization hit them both, a powerful wave of mutual feeling. Nothing could describe the rush in their chests, the connection that suddenly felt undeniable.

The tension that had hung in the air dissipated, replaced by a steadier sense between them.

They breathed easier now, lost in each other's gaze.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I'm sorry for shutting you out," Chigiri said, breaking the silence.

"It's alright, Chigiri. I forgive you." Y/n smiled softly, never breaking eye contact.

With determination, Chigiri slowly released his grip on the crutches and took a step toward her. To his surprise, he managed to walk unsteadily but steadily forward.

He gently cupped her face in his hands, taking in her features, as beautiful as he remembered. It felt like that day on the field, except this time he was holding her.

His thumb brushed softly beneath her bottom lip as he asked, “Can I?”

A simple nod was all he needed. He leaned in slowly, closing the distance and filling the emptiness between them.

This was their first kiss—clumsy yet sincere, a moment they would both cherish as they navigated through their feelings.

He took the lead, deepening the kiss as he pulled her closer, his right hand sliding to the small of her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, matching his movements effortlessly.

Eventually, they broke the kiss, and he gazed at her lovingly, his heart swelling with happiness. Her eyes sparkled with the same affection.

A smile spread across his face as he held her in his arms.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Chigiri."

a/n: no words besides that Chigiri is truly an exquisite masterpiece

He's so zesty tho wth😭

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james-is-here · 1 month ago

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am I thinking of hyunjin in a school girl uniform??

whaaat??? nooooooo

Smut? Fluff? Was gonna say how about both but this just turned into straight role play smut.

Feminization, face fucking, skirts, role play, teacher x student, cream pie

He comes home from a shoot or something and he has a schoolboy look going on and you ask why he's not in his normal clothes and he explains he bumped into Chan on the way to change and his coffee cup broke all over them.

Stupid flimsy plastic.

He and Chan were given extra outfits that they had on hand and it was extras of the outfits they already had but in a different color. They didn't need them so they got to wear them back to the dorm but Hyunjin asked to be dropped off at your apartment.

He told you to stay in the living room as he went to your room but you decide to follow but stand outside the door. "Jinnie, what are you doing?" "I said wait in the living room!" "I'm nosy, what are you doing?" "Oh my goodness, just hold on." You lean on the door frame, listening to the rustle and movement in the room.

"Okay, Mister Nosy, come in." You smile, reaching for the knob and entering the room to find Hyunjin sitting pretty on the bed in the button up and vest attachment that you saw him wearing when he walked in but in place of the khakis he was wearing are brown argyle socks and a matching brown plaid skirt that falls mid thigh with how he's sitting.

You smirk and tilt your head, trailing your eyes over his body. His hair was in pigtails, he had a reddish pink lipgloss on, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hands politely rested in his lap, and his socks squished his thighs. He was even wearing dress shoes.

You met his eye and cocked your head with a silent question and he smiled giddily and nods his head as he bit his lip.

"Ms. Hwang, what brings you here? It's highly unethical and illegal for you to be here." You step into the room and close the door. Hyunjin is incredibly lucky that you were too lazy to change from work and still wore your unbuttoned shirt, loosened tie, and slacks.

He squirms in his spot and spreads his thighs, his hands pressing into the mattress between them above the skirt. "I'm well aware, LN-nim, I apologize. I just needed to see you again outside of class." "Is that so?" You step closer. "You could've come to be during my office hours." "I don't need help with my work, LN-nim." "Then what compelled you to commit the crime of breaking and entering into a professors house?" You take two larger steps, one more step and your knees would touch his.

"Desperation?" He looked up at you with doe eyes, tilting his head slightly. "Hmm but you're so sweet and kind in my class, I least expected you to do something so daring." He lifts his left leg and you catch his ankle, glancing down to untie his shoe and gently pull it off, dropping it to the floor. "I'd do anything to get closer to you, LN-nim." You hum as you gently drop his leg and he gives you the other one. "Is that so, Ms-" "Please, LN-nim, call me Jinnie." "Jinnie..." You smirk, glancing down to drop his shoe then look back up at him as your left hand rests on the outside of his ankle and your other hand holds his foot, digging your thumb lightly into the arch and he sighs.

"Is that so, Jinnie? You'd go as far as stalking me, finding my home then breaking into it?" "Yes, LN-nim." "I should report you..." You trail off, looking down at your hands and his other foot moves to your growing bulge. "Please, LN-nim, I'll do anything for your forgiveness." You smile and let go of his foot, holding his ankle in your left hand then sliding up the fabric of his sock, stepping closer and in between his legs, your left hand coming up to his thigh and squeezing.

"When did my star student get so bold?" Your free hand slides up his other thigh and he gasps. Your fingers slip under the hem of the skirt and you squeeze his other thigh and he sighs. "When I realized my teacher is hot as fuck..." His fingers play with your tie and he bites his lip. "Unfortunately he's also dumb and hasn't taken my advances." Hyunjin pouts and pulls your tie. "Ah, but you are my student. I couldn't." Hyunjin whines and pulls you closer. "Please take me, LN-nim~ Please. I'm such a good student for you, I deserve a reward." "Oh, do you now?" You smirk and Hyunjin pouts.

Hyunjin pushed you back and slips off the bed, sitting you on the bed instead and and kneeling prettily on the floor in front of you. "You deserve something as well for being such an amazing teacher." Hyunjin reaches up and unbuckles your belt, unbuttons your pants then slips his hand under your boxers and pulling your half-hard cock out of its confines.

"Jinnie..." "Shh, it's okay LN-nim, let your star student help you." He sits up from sitting on his calfs and collects spit in his mouth before holding you gently and licking from your base to your tip then closing his lips around the head and sucking. "Ahh...J-Jinnie~" Hyunjin hums, licking your tip and swirling his tongue around it, licking the slit then he pulls off with a small gasp. "So big, LN-nim~" "Just call me sir, Jinnie." Hyunjin smiles and leans back in, wrapping his lips around your tip and sinking further down, half your length in his mouth.

He pulls back and looks up at you. "Fuck my throat sir, don't want to be able to speak in class." "Shit, Jinnie." You pull out his pigtails and fist his hair then hold yourself in your hand, tapping your tip against his lips and he sticks out his tongue, letting out a breathy moan when you move your tip to his tongue.

You rest your tip on his tongue and easily slide in over his tongue. His eyes roll back before meeting yours again, his eyes becoming glossy as he drops his jaw more and your slide in all the way hitting the back of his throat. "Such a good girl, Jinnie." You smirk as he moans around your length, politely keeping his hands in his lap but you notice he's pushing his intertwined hand into himself and you tap his hands with your foot. "None of that, you said you do anything for forgiveness for breaking and entering. You do what I say, Jinnie, no touching." He whimpers but nods his head slightly, crossing his arms behind his back and hold on to his forearms.

You grip his hair and pull him off your length until the tip then slide back all the way down his throat till he reaches your pelvis. He gags a bit, tears building up in his eyes as he continues to look up at you. You shift slightly for better leverage before beginning to fuck his throat, thrusting into his mouth and bringing his head back towards you to meet in the middle. He chokes when your tip continuously breaches the back of his throat, the noises of his gags filling the room along with your moans and groans.

Hyunjin's tears fall when he blinks, relaxing in your hold and letting you destroy him. You groan and throw your head back as you hold him at your base and look back down when he subtly and gently taps your thigh once. You immediately pull back and he gasps. Multiple strands of saliva connect you to his peachy lips as he catches his breath. "Fuck, you were practically made for this, Jinnie." "O-Only f-for you, s-sir." "Get up here."

You stand, grabbing his arm and tossing him onto the bed. "Arms crossed, behind your back." He arches his back and slips his arms underneath himself, settling into the pillow under his head. "Let's see what this skirt is hiding." You slip your hands down his thighs, squeezing the flesh that spills out of the socks then teasing your fingers under the hem of the skirt before flipping it up. "Oh fuck, Jinnie~ Such a naughty girl."

Your hands grip his bare hips. He had nothing under the skirt other then a painful looking erection that dribbled pre cum down the tip and smeared on part of the fabric that was touching his tip. "Breaking into my house wearing nothing under your uniform? Were you like this in class?" "Yes sir~ I wear nothing because of you but you don't notice me~" He pouts and you growl, leaning down to bite his hip and he yelps.

"You're just a slut, aren't you?" "Only for you sir~ So needy for you~" "Tell me, what did you want before breaking in?" "Fuck me on your desk...A-Always thought a-about you b-bending me over and fucking me over your desk, sucking you off under your desk during an exam, y-you consume m-my thoughts, sir, everyday." "Such a fucking slut." You move to bite his thigh above his sock, sucking a hickey into the smooth skin.

Sitting up, you push his thighs up and he pulls his arms out from under his back, holding his legs in place. You reach down and cover his dick with the skirt, only focusing on his hole. Lube shines from the light of your lamp and you smirk. "So ready for me." "Always ready for you." You grab his hands to let his legs fall then roll him onto his side and you lay behind him after removing your pants and boxers, lifting his right leg up and he hooks his arm under his knee, almost pulling his knee to his chest as he leans back against you.

You lean on your left arm, guide yourself to his cunt then pushing in slowly but smoothly all the way to the hilt, pulling a soft moan out of him as he sighs and his head falls back. His free hand cups himself over his skirt to keep it in place but you push his hand away and replace his hand which moves to grip his own thigh he's holding up. It almost gave the illusion that he only had his hole and you felt him tighten around you when he looked down to watch you slowly pull out of him then push back in, right into his spot.

You lift your head to look at him and he looks up at you. "S-Sir, Ah~" You smirk and lean down, capturing his lips and noticing his peachy lipgloss is actually peach flavored and you lick and suck his lips, licking into his mouth and dominating his tongue instantly as you pick up speed, thrusting into him fast enough to punch small "Ah" moans out of him that you eat up, even gently squeezing him over his skirt and he gasps.

You pull away and slow down, moving to your knees carefully then fuck into him faster. Your right hand holds you up on the mattress and your left hand is on the other side of him. His left hand cups himself over the skirt as you fuck back into him at a quicker pace. You move your left hand, crossing your arm over his thigh and slip it under the skirt to cover his cock with the skirt out of the way and his hand covers yours. Your hand is wrapped around him and he's covering what your hand can't. Its does the trick to play into the feminization, just him and his cunt.

"So fucking good, Jinnie. Such a good, tight cunt." "Ah~ Ha~ H'its~ fuck, a-all y-yours, sir~ Ah~ A-All y-yours, Fuck!" You pick up speed, squeezing his length gently but enough for him to feel as your tip punches his prostate.

"Y-You want to see me m-more often?" "Y-Yes sir." "I'll fuck you for every "A" you get and i-if you're p-paying attention in class. Fuck you over my desk, Fuck you over your desk, you ride me in my chair. I'll fulfill all your fantasies." The next second you feel his cum coat yours and his hand as his back arches and his hips jerk up to grind into your hand which you unravel slightly so it's easier to hump against your palm.

You're on the edge as well, pulling your hand away and wiping it on your shirt without thinking and leaning over him, pressing his leg further to his chest as you go faster and lean down around his leg to kiss him messily. Your pace quickly overstimulates him but he holds on and clenches around you, letting go of his leg to grab your hair and pull. You pull back from the kiss with a groan. "C-Cum in me, S-Sir, please~ F-Fill your st-star student up~ Fill me nice and full I can still feel it in class the next day."

Your head drops to his shoulder as you thrust all the way inside him to the base, pushing into him so deep his ass squishes against your thighs and when you bring your hand up to choke Hyunjin and he clenches tightly around you, the band snaps and you stay at the hilt. He moans at the feeling of your release shooting deep inside him, turning his cunt into a cream pie, some of your release even leaking past the edges.

With a deep breath you lean back and slowly pull out, your cum only dribbling out of him. "Sh-Shit, you haven't done that in a while." Hyunjin pants, breaking character as he sits up and watches your release gradually spill out of him, even trying to push more out.

You pant and lift your hand to tilt his chin up and away from his hole to bite his lip and kiss him firmly and deeply. He hums as you lick into his mouth, cupping your jaw and smiling against your lips.

He pulls away, still a breath away from you. "G-Guess it was a good thing I crashed into Chan-hyung." You laugh, leaning your forehead against his then tug his skirt over his dick. "Where'd this come from?" "Oh...I actually bought it and the socks for your birthday but couldn't wait after I got this top." He chuckles and you smile.

"Best early birthday gift ever." "Yeah?" "Absolutely." "Well, you can still have this on your birthday cause the match sweater vest is coming in soon. The blue would look better with its matching vest rather than brown." "I don't care but you definitely need more skirts."

Hyunjin giggles and pulls you down to lay next to him and your arms wrap around his waist.

"They'll definitely be more skirts."

#random #bleh #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #hyunjin #Hyunjin x male reader #hwang hyunjin x male reader #stray kids hyunjin x male reader #hyunjin stray kids #stray kids hyunjin

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berrybaps · 9 months ago

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Oc introduction time! Again :3

Meet iris! :D✨💕

More info after the cut!

°Information i have of her as of now✨

Iris is 26 years old!

She works at pigsy's noodles! helps with cleaning and even cook the noodles as well, maybe also bake a few of her desserts for costumers to help with pigsy's business!

Yes, just like lian, she has a skill for baking as well

Although being a good baker, she actually doesn't like sweets that much, she likes her food a bit more salty

Her favorite food are just any noodles (y'know where that started)

Actually more timid and soft spoken than lian, she only speaks when necessary

Iris wants to build a bakery of her own but due to the events that has been happening at the recent seasons, SHE CANNOT ☝️

Acts like a big sister to the traffic light trio :3

She's half filipino half chinese!

Lives in an apartment near pigsy's noodle shop

Iris started obtaining the abilities of a red panda demon as soon as she puts on that neck accessory that was given to her by her grandmother.

Unlike lian who can control her emotions very well, iris cannot! She's very emotional so it was harder for her to deal with her newly found abilities.

As you can see from the ref sheets, her original hair color is reddish brown!

Some likes and dislikes✨

Likes

I already did state this but she LOVES noodles, it might even be considered an addicti—

She likes to draw too, not as much as baking though

Probably loves listening to songs from Alex G—

She loves collecting anything pink that catches her eyes, so as soon as you come in her apartment, prepare to feast your eyes upon many pink trinkets and plushies she has—

Dislikes

She HATES being compared, she used to be compared to a lot of kids back in her childhood so the hatred feeling of being compared to has stuck to her til she was an adult—

Probably dislikes loud places. with her newly found abilities her hearing became more sensitive.

She dislikes cutting her hair, she will trim it if it gets ridiculously long though!

FINALLY got to post her as well, Iris is the main oc i have that are involved with the lmk gang so it would be fun to figure out how she'll fit in on every episodes of the seasons :3, I'll have to post more ocs in the future hopefully YES I HAVE MORE!!

Bonus : Lmk Edits of her! (She looks a little different from these cause these are old ☝️)

#digital art #lego monkey kid oc #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk oc #lmk oc art #drawing #artists on tumblr #lmk fandom #lmk oc; Iris

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beansprean · 1 year ago

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Except they all look good, damn.

(ID in alt and under cut, ref under cut)

ID: 1. Colin, Nandor, Laszlo, and Guillermo standing in a line against a wall with patterned wallpaper, wearing drag. Colin has on a drab 70s businesswoman look, with a plaid knee length skirt, beige blazer with shoulder pads, a cream silk blouse with a neck bow, a single string of pearls, a flat cap with a feather, cat eye glasses, subtle makeup, and a shoulder length brown feathered wig. He is holding a brown leather clutch in one hand and standing up straight, staring. Nandor has on a sleeveless brick-colored turtleneck with a heart shaped cutout at the chest, a thick brown belt, leather miniskirt, dark gray stockings helps up with garters, two gold bracelets, and gold hoop earrings. His hair is down, curled into big waves, and he has dark dramatic eye makeup on with dark red lipstick. He is grinning seductively at the viewer, hands clasped in front of him demurely with his butt angled out. He didn't bother shaving his legs or chest for this, as a treat. Laszlo is dressed in a pale pink silk nightie with a bit of ruffle at the neckline making up both thin shoulder straps. He has a long string of pearls and glittery dangly earrings, his hair is swept back from his forehead, and he is wearing soft dusky pink eyeshadow with baby pink lipstick. He smiles at the viewer like they're his good lady wife come to ravish him, strap falling off one shoulder, that hand gliding up his opposite arm demurely as his free hand clutches the material of his nightie to pull it up his angled thigh. Guillermo stands with arms crossed, looking self conscious, wearing a green v neck sweater over a collared shirt and pleated miniskirt. He is wearing his normal glasses and pantyhose but no visible jewelry, and has on a dark wig with shoulder length curls and bangs. His makeup is not overly heavy but well done: a shimmering brown over his eyes and a dusky reddish-pink on his lips, expertly lined to bring out their shape. Overlaid on the image, each man's face is circled in red. Text pointing to Colin and Laszlo reads "doing it for the bit (world's dullest drag show and secksy roleplay, respectively)". Text pointing to Nandor reads "doing it for the bit but looks good doing it (discovering things about himself)". Text pointing to Guillermo reads "that is a woman. (guy who's good at everything)"

2. Original version of this image; a photo from the 80s of the band Queen wearing similar drag, with text overlaid pointing to john deacon and bryan may saying "doing it for the bit", pointing to freddie mercury and saying "doing it for the bit but looks good doing it", and pointing to roger taylor and saying "that is a woman" /end ID

#wwdits #colin robinson #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #guillermo de la cruz #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described #tumblr if you transmisogynistically flag this as mature im stealing shit from your house

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justluxy · 3 months ago

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Dream Sex

Original writer is Whinyjeno on wattpad, Go support them!

Jeno NCT x Bottom Male Reader

Where Jeno can't ignore his cute roommate and decides to wake him up with his cock in his ass!

TW: University AU, Somnophilia, smut

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-Bye bro, see you tomorrow. - Jeno said goodbye to Mark as he opened the door to his room, finding his roommate sleeping peacefully so he tried not to make too much noise

Yeah, he tried...

His keys fell to the floor creating a loud noise that only made you shift uncomfortably, turning your body over, but in the process, you pulled the blanket away from your body and then hugged it and the pillow with one leg and one arm, leaving a very tempting sight

Jeno was lost

Your legs were covered by a tiny pair of pink shorts with a strawberry print that seemed to be riding up more and more, revealing your hairless legs that Jeno had so eagerly wanted to see again;yourr chest was also covered by a t-shirt of the same color that, with your movements, had also risen a little, revealing your cute and squeezable abdomen

Holy shit

Jeno wanted to ignore his sexy and tender roonmate, but everything went to hell when he heard a little moan from you

-M-Mhg J-Jeno... - you panted in your sleep as you unconsciously began to rub yourself against the pillow. Jeno just watched as your ass rose from time to time, containing the immense desire to wake you up and fulfill your dream

But in reality Jeno threw his self-control to hell the moment he heard his name come out of those lips he had so longed to try

Jeno slowly approached where you were resting, he knew that the you were a heavy sleeper, so he, as a good companion, would help you wake up faster, he would just touch you a little

Jeno just lay down behind you and started caressing the bare skin of your thighs and stomach, which only made you moan more in your sleep

-Jeno, m-more... - you whispered, sounding so hot that Jeno needed to slide his hand slightly from your stomach to feel his cute partner's erection

Then he did not resist a bit more and began to softly kiss your neck, while with his left hand he gently rubbed the tip of your cock over the fabric

Feeling inevitably hot as he listened to your soft sighs leave your plump lips, Jeno was enjoying it immensely

Jeno began to trail his wet kisses up your neck, leaving a few small marks, creating a trail of saliva that made your neck shine slightly

This time, Jeno put his hands in your shorts and caressed your entire length slowly, from top to bottom, while leaving his kisses on your neck

-Mgh... Yes... - You moaned so softly that only Jeno could hear

Jeno pulled your shorts down a little more, this time from the backside, freeing your rounded and big ass. Jeno couldn't resist any longer and touched that spongy ass, leaving aside the your erection

Fuck! Jeno was beginning to wonder if his roommate really wasn't pretending to be asleep, as he was squeezing his ass tightly, leaving reddish marks, and had even begun to lightly rub his index and middle fingers against the your entrance

But you only moaned his name in dream dreams

Jeno filled four fingers with saliva, beginning to insert them one by one gently, always caressing one of your ass cheeks with his right hand while his left hand did its good job of penetrating your hole

-Oh... Jeno... - you spoke once more, pushing your ass against the fingers Jeno had entered, searching for something bigger

Jeno just pumped his fingers in and out a few more times until he forgot that his roommate was sleeping and decided it was better to use his cock instead of his fingers

Jeno pulled down his pants along with his boxers to his knees and then lubricated his cock well with saliva, desire consumed him completely, he was urged to desecrate that tight and warm hole

He lined up his cock and then began to enter his cock in your tight and warm entrance, taking one of your legs to have better access, you moaned louder, it was then that Jeno stopped his movements.

You had woken up.

-Ugh... J-Jeno? You moaned sleepily

You tried to turn your face to find out who had half of the cock that was buried in your ass, but Jeno placed a hand on your face so you couldn't see who it was

You just hoped it was someone cute who was fucking you

-Good night baby... - Jeno said in a deep voice and buried himself completely with a thrust in your entrance, you woke up completely

-J-Jeno! - The Korean felt how your back arch as he fucked your ass hard

-I know you wanted it so much. - Jeno spoke low and hoarse in your ear, leaving a bite in it

-Ah! Y-yes, I-I wanted it, you with your big cock fucking me, it feels so good... - You relaxed more thinking that it was a dream, you didn't care and you just relaxed, you wanted Jeno to take you however he wanted

And your thoughts seemed to be heard when you felt Jeno begin to move a little faster, moving his cock in circles, while raising your leg even higher, managing to brush against the your prostate, making you moan as beautifully as only you knew how to

-Oh y/n, I love your ass. -Jeno grabbing your stomach tightly with his other hand

-A-And I love you - You answer in moans

-Oh yeah? - Jeno gave a strong thrust, unleashing a series of strong thrusts

At this point you were just moaning, from the pleasure that ran through your entire body, you could no longer articulate even a word, and the older guy knew very well how to use that big cock

The sweat on both bodies was present, and with it louder sounds of skin clashing against skin that excited both of you even more

Jeno frantically moved his hips, hitting your ass with his balls over and over again, you were moaning hoarsely when Jeno hit the same spot over and over again

-Jeno, A-ah J-Jeno! - your sweet mouth began to scream his name, feeling the familiar sensation of cumming from a good orgasm

Jeno hit your prostate even faster again and again until in a soft, hoarse moan, you and Jeno, came in an exciting, eager orgasm

-I'm sorry? - Jeno apologized, although for some reason it seemed more like a question

-If it's for waking me up, I wouldn't mind sleeping just one hour a day if you're going to wake me up with your cock buried in my ass. - You spoke, while you felt Jeno pull out of you to be able to look you in the eyes, since he had placed himself on top of you

-Really? - the tall man said flirtatiously

Feeling more energetic, you sent you shame to hell and put your arms around Jeno's neck

-Oh really?

-I'm going to kiss you.

-Don't even warn, just do it.

And Jeno joined your lips in a hot kiss that ended in a dawn full of lots and lots of sex.

But now, neither of you would be sleep; you both wanted it and were going to repeat it many more times

#bottom male reader #gay #male reader #x reader #gay smut #reader #smut #nct jeno #nct

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