#poor guy in soaked clothes

[adelha-mathilde]

It was windy, and rainy. Nnoitra would feel even more depressed if he just laid in bed, so he had decided to go outside. He'd found his large, black coat that would keep him warm (but not dry). His hair was wet and stuck to his face, making him look like a wet dog. Speaking of wet dogs - Nnoitra recognized the puppy. It was Wesson. The puppy never went anywhere alone, so yeah, there she was - the owner. Adelha. Nnoitra waved at her and knelt down to pet the puppy. "Did he drag ya out in this shitty weather? Damn, boy." Pet, pet.

Wesson is overjoyed to see Nnoitra to hop up and down. Giving Nnoitra's hands all the kisses as he prances in place with excitement. While Adelha simply chuckles to keep hold of Wesson's leash. Her winter coat keeping most of the water and wind from her frame. Her knee high leather boots looking well worn but functional to match the old jeans she has on. Her huff of a laugh genuine as she greet Nnoitra with good cheer despite the weather. "In truth, it was the other way around. The two of us have been leaving warm coats and socks for the homeless in various places today. As well as driving those in need of a doctor to the local clinics. Wesson was a big hit with many a soul this blustery day."

Wesson hops up on his hind legs to give Nniotra's chin a puppy kiss. Adelha chuckling to then look to the battered old blue van that was parked on the curb. A sigh of accomplishment escaping her lips as she smiles. "We just finished our last delivery to the homeless shelter for Wesson to need a bathroom break. So you just caught us before we head back to where we've been staying."

Adelha looks to Nnoitra to then frown with great worry. Those striking blue eyes taking in his very soaked state for her to speak further. "You look like you just swam through a river, Nnoitra. That has to be highly uncomfortable. If it would help at all, you could ride with us back to my residence. Which has a pristine water heater for hot baths and the added benefit of good food. In exchange, I would really be grateful if you helped me fix the kitchen cupboards. They need to have the hinges replaced and are quite high up."

[lovebugism]

Kissing eddie just as you’re both about to get out of the car and now he’s got a problem cause he’s hard, and all your friends are waiting for you and you’re both a little late and Eddie we really gotta hurry up! what’s the issue? and the poor boy is bright red to his neck over how gone he is on you

ty for requesting :D ps: i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure over this prompt –– when eddie's about to leave for a show, you make sure he knows exactly what he's missing out on (established relationship, st4 canon divergence, allusions to smut 18+ | 1k)

“How do I look?” Eddie wonders aloud as you trail down the creaking porch steps behind him. He plants his feet on the gravel driveway and spins on the heel of his sneaker to face you –– already bare-faced and clad in your pretty PJs for the night, a striking contrast to the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin standing before you.

You pause on the second-to-last step and reach for his face. Eddie leans instinctively into your warm touch as you swipe your thumbs under his eyes, gently smudging his dark liner a bit more. 

“Like a rockstar,” you answer with a proud smile.

Eddie scrunches his nose sheepishly in response, ‘cause he has nowhere to hide with you cradling his blushing face like this. He’s still not immune to the way you look at him, even after all this time. “You’re just sayin’ that,” he mumbles, kicking a lone rock with the toe of his show.

You hum in agreement as your hands fall from his face. “Yeah. ‘Cause it’s true.”

“To you, maybe,” Eddie scoffs, trying hard to ignore the pang of anxiety in his chest. “No one else seems to think so.”

He never used to be nervous performing before Vecna tried to kill him. It was the world that was scared of Eddie Munson, not the other way around –– until it nearly ended, anyway. Now, just leaving the house is enough to induce a panic attack. A part of him is always distantly fearful that a stranger’s face will turn out to be the dark wizard’s, back to life and hiding in plain sight again.

“Hey,” you scold, only partially playful. “I think the crowd of five drunks who watch you perform every Tuesday would agree with me.”

Despite the ice-cold apprehension making his limbs feel numb, Eddie manages a breathy chuckle. “You’re right. We could bomb, and they’d still act like we were playing Madison Square Garden or something.”

You soften then, as though sensing his worry. “You’re not gonna bomb, Eds. You guys are gonna do great. Just like always.”

“Sure you can’t come?” Eddie wonders quietly, blinking up at you with a pair of chocolate button eyes that are hard to say no to.

“You know I can’t… I have an early morning tomorrow,” you coo sympathetically, fighting back a smile when the boy’s rosy bottom lip juts in a pout. “But I’ll be right here when you get back, okay? And I’ll make sure to heat up dinner when you’re on your way. So you have something to soak up the alcohol and adrenaline with.”

You tilt your cheek to your shoulder, squinting suspiciously when Eddie’s frown curls into a cheeky grin. He reaches for you with a pair of ringed hangs and squeezes at your clothed hips. “Just like a good little housewife, huh?” he croons mischievously.

You roll your eyes at him ‘cause you’re not a housewife by any means. 

You live in a trailer with his uncle, for one. And you work five days a week, for another. Besides, you’re not even his wife, which you think is usually the first step. (You have no idea Eddie’s already picked a ring out for you. Or that he plans on keeping that a secret until he plays enough shows to afford a house). 

You decide to humor him, anyway. 

“Sure,” you monotone with a slow nod.

Eddie’s grin widens.

“C’mon on, Munson! We’re gonna be late!” Jeff lisps from the passenger side window of the van. The rusted tin can is parked a ways down the drive, packed to the brim with all their band equipment like a perfect game of Tetris.

You lean forward to press a chaste kiss to his mouth.

“Wear that dress I like when I get back?” Eddie murmurs lowly.

You hum with your lips pursed to the side of your mouth, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm… I was kinda thinkin’ about wearing nothing, actually,” you answer, shrugging innocently. “You know, for easy access and whatnot.”

Eddie warms all over. His wild head starts to swim at the visual –– one he’s seen a hundred times before that he’s not quiet sure he’ll ever get over. “Have mercy…” the boy mumbles under his breath.

“Just try not to think about it too much while you’re gone…” you lilt knowingly, smoothing both your hands up and over the lapels of his leather jacket. “All alone… Naked in our bed… Trying to get myself off while I wait for you…”

Eddie stares at you with heavy, lidded eyes. He can’t take the chocolates of them off your lips as they curl into a mischievous, tightlipped smile. “How ‘bout I just stay home?” he offers lowly.

A resounding honk blares from the van in a wordless answer. 

Gareth leans out the driver’s side window, face screwed and sandy curls wild. “C’mon, Eddie!” the boy yells like an impatient younger brother. “Put your dick in your pants already so we can go!” 

Eddie’s head swivels back to face you again, chest deflating with a grieving sigh. 

“You have to go,” you tell him, soft and sympathetic, as you press another kiss to his pout. “Have fun, honey,” you croon and step back from him –– knowing exactly what you’re doing as you trek back up the wobbly wooden porch steps.

Before you shut the front door behind you, you flash the boy a curt wave and a pretty smile. It takes a world of strength to keep from following behind you. 

In a perfect world, Eddie would already have the door bolted shut with you pressed against it by now. He’d have your oversized shirt balled up at your ribs and your shorts pulled down to your ankles and his mouth licking over your pretty cotton panties.

He shakes his head in a physical attempt to remove the sinful thoughts from his brain as he stalks back to the van. He keeps his head bowed as he goes, trying to hide his reddened cheeks behind his wild curls. Gareth watches from the window as Eddie tugs at the crotch of his jeans, trying to un-strangle his hard cock like a teenager.

The boy leans between the front seats as Eddie climbs into the driver’s side, slamming the screeching door shut behind him. “You’re pathetic,” Gareth teases through a fit of boyish laughter.

“Shut up,” Eddie grumbles.

[simplyraeblue]

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one-time thing (bakugo x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader when you run into bakugo at denki's house party and do some... physical activity in the bathroom. but you swear it's just a one-time thing considering you'd never met before WARNINGS: swearing, NSFW, sexually explicit content, oral (f receiving), smut, y'know the usual ◦ ◡ ◠ word count: 2,328 A/N: might become a full fic... we'll see how posting a lil bit on tumblr goes first ;P Also, I'm still very new to writing smut so bear with me, and feel free to offer suggestions!

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The house was a maze, mostly because of the crowd, so you ventured up the stairs where it was quieter to find a restroom. The more steps you took upward, the more you realized how buzzed you were. Finally, you could see a door open to a bathroom, and you quickly shut yourself inside.  You turned the tap on to splash water on your face, only to be suddenly sprayed.  

“Fuck, stupid faucet.” you cursed, running your hands over your now-soaked top. You'd barely turned it on full blast. Luckily, you looked in the cabinet and found a hair dryer. Removing your shirt and laying it over the towel rod, you turned the hair dryer on to hopefully salvage your top.  

As you continued cursing under your breath, you heard a knock at the door. “Someone’s in here!” you shouted over the dryer.  

Then the door knob turned. Fuck, thought it was locked. You scrambled to grab your shirt and cover yourself before a man stepped into the bathroom. 

“Everything okay in here?” The voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. A blonde man stepped through the doorway, his red-colored eyes meeting yours. 

“I’m fine, just had a spill.” you rushed out, still attempting to cover your bra.  

“Saw you rush up here, albeit stumbling, and wanted to check.” He told you, still standing in the doorway as if he was unfazed by the state you were in.  

Truth be told, Bakugo was a bit buzzed himself, and the sight of a pretty girl in front of him was enough to set his senses on fire. You were blushing, making you look even cuter, and he found himself struggling to not look at where your hands were holding your shirt so as not to expose herself. A daring question sat heavy in the back of his mind as he took a step towards you. 

“What are you doing?” your words came out stuttering as the man stepped closer. You were very aware of the state you were in, and on top of that, your friends' words rang in your mind. ‘The boys will be all over you’ they'd said. While the man before you was very easy on the eyes, okay maybe more than easy on the eyes, you were feeling unsure about the predicament you found yourself in. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked you, his voice low and causing your face to flush. How could he be so forward? You hadn’t been touched in years, not since your last fling, and now some random guy was making your body heat up like you were sitting in boiling water.  

“I-I don’t know.” That was all you could say. Bakugo took note of how flustered you were getting and wondered if you were a virgin.  

“Pretty girl, alone in a bathroom at a party, shirt already off.” He trailed on, glancing to where your hands held your shirt firmly. “I saw you at the bar from outside, couldn’t take my eyes off you and even then, you were fully clothed.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued to stalk closer. Were you seriously getting flustered by a man you ran into in the bathroom? Damn, you really were touch starved.  

“Y’know, one could see this a sexual assault.” You told him, and he paused where he was, hesitating. “But, seeing as I have just enough alcohol to make poor decisions but know what I’m doing and you are really hot...” 

At the sight of the teasing smirk on your face, Bakugo grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in, his lips crashing into yours. Dammit, he didn’t care if he never saw you again, you were hot, and he was needy. With his forceful actions, he heard you moan into his mouth, setting fireworks off in his brain. It was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard in his life. 

You were shocked at how he was acting, so confident and straightforward; but you were more shocked by how you were letting it happen. Hell, he was attractive and knew what he wanted. The perfect one-night stand in your book. You let loose a moan again as he backed you up against the glass shower wall before he reached one hand inside to start the water. 

“What are you-” you started to ask. 

“So, no one can hear how hard I’m about to fuck you.” The tone of his words sent heat straight to your core. This time, you smashed your lips into his, the heat sending signals to your brain that you wanted more.  

Bakugo grabbed the shirt from your hands, tossing it aside quickly to take in your lacy bra. God, your body was perfect. He wasted no time in pressing kisses to your neck, giving rough bites before seeing the hickies he was leaving behind. Even if you didn’t share your names before leaving tonight, he wanted you to remember everything that had happened. When he nibbled at the soft spot between your collar bone and neck, you whimpered, and he could have came just from the sound.  

You made quick work of his shirt, gripping the bottom of it as he allowed you to pull it over his head. Your hands met his torso, where strong muscles ripped under your touch. Between his biceps and abs, you were pretty sure he could lift you up to fuck you if he wanted to. You grabbed for the buckle on his pants, but his hands stopped you.  

Before you could try again, Bakugo kneeled in front of you, noticing how you tried to hide your surprised look. As he palmed your thighs, he marveled at how soft your skin was before placing kisses on the inside. “Stop teasing,” you warned through a gasp, making him smirk. Bakugo lifted your skirt just enough and inhaled sharply. You weren’t wearing any underwear.  

“Fuck, it’s like you were waiting for me.” He spoke. 

“What makes you think I was waiting for you, Mr. Big Ego?” you managed to tease, even though you were pretty sure you had no room to talk since you were letting a stranger see you in all your glory.  

“Trust me. After this, you’ll be happy it was me who found you.” He smirked up at you from below, a sight that sent you spiraling, before he quite literally dove off the deep end. 

As Bakugo pressed his mouth between your legs, his tongue giving a quick lick, he felt your legs quiver as a loud moan escaped you. Fuck, you tasted like heaven on his tongue. Bakugo gave you no time to recuperate from his initial contact, immediately beginning to devour you.  

While his tongue licked up and down your folds, you were fighting to hold in your pleasure-filled noises. He knew what he was doing, and your legs were already shaking from him having barely done anything. “Holy... holy shit.” you breathed out, reaching your hand down to let your fingers twist in his hair. His tongue found your clit, taking it in his mouth quickly like a man starved, sending electricity through your body. “If you don’t stop...” 

“I want you to cum on my face first, sweetheart.” His voice was muffled, but his words had an impact on you nonetheless. Soon after his request, you felt him tease your entrance with his fingers, almost sending you right over the edge. “Are you going to cum on my fingers? Or should I continue to just use my mouth?” 

“P-please, fuck me with your fingers.” you whimpered, bucking your hips with desire. “I want to c-cum.” 

Bakugo smirked as he slid two fingers past your entrance, feeling your tight walls clench around them. He was now silently hoping you were on birth control so he could feel it on his cock in a minute. His mouth found your clit again, sucking and nibbling at the bud as he began to pump two fingers in and out of you.  

He could tell you were close; you'd stopped talking at this point and your hips began to spasm as your knees shook. With the fervent need to taste you, he continued drilling into you as he became relentless on your clit.  

“Fuck, yes cum f’ me.” He demanded, and you felt that chord within you snap. His free arm wrapped around your leg to hold you up as you gave in, riding out your orgasm with his face still between your legs.  

When you felt like you could breathe again, you let out a shaky, “Holy fuck.”  

But before you could say anything else, he stood up and kissed you before he even wiped off his mouth. you could taste herself on his lips and the thought drove you wild. you let his tongue tease yours in your mouth as he finally allowed you to begin unbuckling his belt. He helped you get it off before unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down himself, along with his boxers. 

Bakugo noticed how your red-tinged cheeks became even more prominent once your gaze met his dick. He placed his hands on his hip with a smirk, asking, “Do you like what you see?” 

you could feel your walls clenching at the sight of him. Forget the orgasm you just had, you wanted him inside of you right now. “Shut up and fuck me. I’m on birth control so just get on with it.” you demanded, sounding needy, and he responded quickly. 

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you off the ground, pushing you against the glass shower wall once again and wrapping your legs around his waist. With one hand holding you, he pumped himself a couple of times with the other before positioning himself at your entrance. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.” He whispered as he buried his face in your neck before plunging himself into you without hesitation.  

Bakugo swore to heaven and hell once he felt your walls tighten around him in response. It was too good, and he found himself teetering on the edge already. Thank the universe you were on birth control so he could feel every inch of you swallowing him. He felt your previous orgasm covering his dick, making it easier to begin sliding in and out of you. Each time he pulled out and entered again he shivered at the pleasure building up in his body. 

you were a mess at this point. His dick felt too good inside of you to even be real; you couldn’t help the noises that escaped your mouth as his hips thrust into yours while he sucked on your neck, no doubt leaving more marks for you to find tomorrow. “I-if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum again.” you whined, while he only continued to drive himself further into you, hitting all the right spots.  

“Let me feel you cum on me. P-please, cum with me inside of you.” He groaned into your skin as he began moving his hips faster, snapping into yours with force.  

The next time he bit down on your neck, you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you again, drowning you in your release.  

Bakugo felt your walls clamp around him, sending him over the edge with you. His cock strained with his orgasm as he pumped deeper into you, filling you to the brim as he came. He felt like it was the longest orgasm he’d ever had, maybe even never-ending as he panted into your neck. While he was a little embarrassed at how long he’d lasted, it just felt too damn good.  

“Holy shit,” you said while trying to catch your breath. Bakugo could only nod in agreement, at a loss for words from what he’d just experienced.  

When he pulled out and gently set you back on her feet, you swayed a little bit before feeling his arms catch you. “That was...” He panted; his eyes half-lidded as he looked at you. For a moment, you wished you had asked his name, but then deemed it too complicated realizing you would probably never see him again.  

“Do you think anyone heard?” you asked him as you became aware of where you were and who all could be around.  

“With how loud your mouth was, I'm sure they did.” Bakugo teased while grabbing a washcloth to wipe himself clean before handing it to you so you could do the same. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we went back downstairs and found that people were staring.” 

“For what it’s worth, I don’t normally do this. You caught me in a time of need.” you tried explaining away the fact that you'd just done something dirty in someone else’s bathroom. However, you didn’t regret it one bit, as your body still felt more satisfied than it had ever been. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled at you as he shrugged. “I don’t normally do this type of thing either.” 

Before you could muster up the courage to ask his name, you heard your phone buzzing wildly from the counter. When you grabbed it, you read numerous text messages from your friends, all asking where you'd gone. “Well, we better get back to the party. Do you want to go out first and I’ll wait or vice versa?”  

Bakugo fought internally with himself, trying to decide if it was worth it to ask for your number. He wanted to see you again, do this with you again, but from the way you had talked, he got the hint that you wanted it to be written off experience. “You go ahead, I’ll clean myself up better before I come out.”  

you nodded, reaching for the doorknob but pausing. “If you have any desire to find me after this, my name is y/n. y/n l/n.” And before he could respond, you opened the door and left.  

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[sweet1delusi0ns]

Naruto boys random headcanons──☆*:・ﾟ

Sfw

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

Hes lazy at home. Not because he’s tired he just wants you to take care of him, but when you call him a baby for all these requests he gets mad “I AM NOT A BABY! I AM A GROWN MAN! NOW SPOON FEED ME!”

He tries to prank you but fails, your too smart to fall for it. He always tries to trip you in public while walking and every time he is the one on the floor and your the one laughing some how-

He likes the idea of drawing and being an artist he just can’t draw. He can only draw stick people with different hair, one time he tried to draw you, gave up and instead gave you a picture of a stick person with your hair. It’s now on the fridge LOL

He tries to act cool around his friend with you but just makes a fool of himself. “Yeah this my bae so what?” “Yeah I’m his bae and he’s my baby, my big, soft, smiley baby!” His soul is now crushed and his friends all laughing

He sleeps like a ANIMAL. he full on can’t sleep normally, You both go to bed the same time, one of you is always gunna wake up on the floor, mostly you. Then he wakes up like “why you on the floor?”

Sasuke🗡️-*

He may seem cool but he gets very flustered. He doesn’t cover his face though he just closes his eyes so he doesn’t get more flustered and so he can ignore the fact that he is red

He CANT Dance, don’t EVER take him dancing. It’s not because he’s bad at dancing he just never learn. If there is music he will bop his head to the beat though, if you try to get him to dance he will freak out and freeze. He just doesn’t like it ok!

His waist is weirdly sensitive, you could barely touch his waist and he will start giggling. He isn’t ticklish anywhere else but if you take a feather to his waist he will start LAUGHING

He will kick your feet when he wants attention. If you guys are out to dinner with friends he will kick you under the table to get your attention, he thinks it’s funny until you fight back and stomp on his foot. He made you kiss his pain away at home, atleast he got attention LOL

He forgets the silliest things one time he forgot how to tie a knot so anything he needs to tie like his clothes or shoes you had to do for him. You don’t know if he actually forgot or if he just wanted to be babied-

Itachi🥀-*

He can’t handle heatwaves. If it’s over 90 degrees he’s gone for. One time you woke up on a heat wave morning waiting for him to wake up and walk out but he never did, you went to find him and he was in bed, sprawled out, shirt and covers off soaked in sweat. You had to rub ice on him to get him conscious -

Unlike naruto, he likes drawing and can ACTUALLY DRAW, although he can only draw plants but he doesn’t mind he likes plants! He will draw you flowers instead of buying you some which is like equally as cute~

He has very sensitive eyes. Like how he can’t handle heat he cant handle the sun either. If it isn’t cloudy he will have to squint to keep his eyes from hurting. When you told him to wear sun glasses he said “I still want to see you clearly though love…”

He’s not a big fan of skin care but he likes those face roller things. He bought one just so you could use it on him, he likes that it’s cold but also massaging!

He sneezes like a girl- he has the cutest, most petite sneeze you’ve ever heard out of a man which is cute and very funny. He doesn’t even realize it either “a-choo!” “That was crazy out of character” “huh?”

Kakashi🍃-*

He’s allergic to cats, he likes cats sure but he never hangs around them because he’s allergic. You didn’t know that and one day you brought a stray inside and he instantly turned puffy (poor thing)

Once he gets home and discards the mask he puts lip tint on. He has pink lips for that reason. When he first puts it on he will find you and kiss you just to leave a mark before waiting 10 minutes then whipping it off

He needs reading glasses but never uses them, then complains to you when he gets a headache as if you didn’t tell him to put them on

He takes a lot of baths. If he showers it bound to end up a bath. And he doesn’t care if your using the bathroom if he wants a bath he’s gunna make a god Danm bath. One time You were just washing your face and he busted in the door and ran to the bathtub, You washed your face as fast as you could-

He is EXTREMELY tired when he first wakes up, he doesn’t move for like 20 minutes so if he needs to get up and do stuff your gunna have to make him, like actually you’ll have the carry him out of bed.

Kiba🐺-*

He bites his nails from stress so you have made it a habit to smack his hand away when he does. It worked since all you have to do is tap him softly and he will stop. He’s so glad you help him get over bad habits

He decorated akamarus ears when he’s bored, one time you walk in on him giggling like a little girl and akamarus ears were pulled together in a little ponytail! You joined in on the fun🤞

He comes back from a casual walk along a complete mess, you have no idea how but one day he came back with half a bush stuck on his leg. He always cleans up though!

He sometimes transforms akamaru into himself to prank his friends or you, mostly you. One time akamaru came up to you as Kiba and started licking your face “EW OH MY GOD?!” “AUUFF AUF!” “KIBA YOUR NOT FUNNY”

He always has tan cheeks and nose. Compared to the rest of his face, his cheeks are cute and golden!

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He lets you win at intelligents based games to make you feel better. Except one time he actually tried and lost. He’s convinced you cheated

His hair is straight but gets very frizzy if not cared for. (You care for it since he’s lazyy)

He draws on himself when bored, mostly just trippy designs like swirls and stuff. Will also let you draw on him, only if your good tho he doesn’t want “bad drawing” on him😔

He has a box FULL of hair ties and will notice if you take one. “This one you literally stole from me?” “Don’t care put it back!!!”

He gets Freezingly cold at night, like really really cold. When he snuggles up to you to warm up you could feel how cold he really is and you don’t understand how since you are both under covers-

Shino🪲-*

He keeps bugs in the house so they can watch over anything, they are basically his security cameras-

His hair is so cute and wavy! Also gets very frizzy because of the texture like Shika. He also makes you take care of it, he just really likes you touching his hair

He gives you bugs as gifts, not like freaky beetles but cute little bugs like lady bugs or fuzzy green caterpillars. You find it cute that he gives you things that mean so much to him

He shockingly has a sensitive neck, only to you though. Bugs can crawl all over it and he doesn’t move but if you try to kiss it he gets chills. Also shockingly he has really soft skin idk maybe he sheds skin (IM JOKING)

When he gets home and can finally undress he lets you take his glasses off since you love his eyes and he loves that you love them. He gets insecure about it sometimes!

Neji🎋-*

He speak really highly and intelligently but he’s honestly a little dumb sometimes, or maybe he’s just dumb with you to be silly we don’t know

The only jewelry he really wears is an ankle bracelet you got him

He loves hair charms, he likes decorating his hair! He likes putting clips and braids in it, sometimes even put color streaks in it if he wants to be festive

He really likes pottery and making things out of clay, he’s very creative and he finds clay the perfect outlet. He even makes pots for you!

He has a flower garden that NO ONE is allowed in. He treats them like they’re his baby’s, because they are! He’s favorite plant he has is his cactuses.

Lee🥋-*

He’s extremely energetic and powerful yet he has asthma, he denies it. But if it’s really hot outside he runs out of breath REALLY fast which makes you worry

He’s scared of spiders you kill the spiders for him or he runs! If you trap a spider and chase him with it he will almost start crying (he will start crying) he’s ashamed to admit spiders are his weakness

He wears mascara, he gotta make them lashes voluminous yk. He stole his mascara from tenten too. You made him give it back to her and bought him his own

It’s pretty obvious but he is FLEXIBLE! Backbend, splits anything he can do. You thought he broke his spine onces-

He’s not much of a plant guy but he has the TINIEST succulent in your room that he cares for, every other plant he has had died but not that one~

Choji🍥-*

He loves finger painting and is actually really good at it, you’d think it was made by a professional and an actual paint brush but no it was Choji and his finger paint😭

His hair is so thick most hair ties he uses break. He has to use hair needles instead because it’s the only thing that holds if he wants his hair up for a while

He thinks pillow fights are actually entertaining he could have a pillow fight with you all day and never get bored. He goes crazy if he’s over at someone’s house and they suggest pillow fights!

He loves bath bombs!!! He basically died when you run him a bath and put bath bombs in it, his favorite scent it lavender. Even if you didn’t add a bath bomb he loves when you make him baths he thinks its adorable

He paints your cheeks like his in your sleep, that’s his idea of a prank even though it’s basically him just being a cutie “look now your like me y/n!!”

Gaara⏳-*

He turns the black rings around his eyes to cat eyes sometimes. He looks ADORABLE with cat eyes. He sometimes even uses eye shadow too, if he can’t change it he thought might as well make it look cutee

He’s scared of mosquitos, he just doesn’t like bugs that can fly and go after human blood it freaks him out

He wears one of those scent bracelets and puts your signature scent in it so he always smells like you~

He gifts you plants all the time

He collect the silliest things, there are these cute little cat charms at a near by store and he’s working on collecting them all!

Kankuro🪆-*

Shockingly he really likes reading. He likes fiction books the most, he asks you for suggestions

He asks you what new make up design he should try, sometimes he just gives you the brush and lets you go wild. But you always make him look cute~

He fidgets with the ears on his hat when he’s bored. It rubbed off on you so now if he’s around you with his hat on you start messing with them-

He steals your clothes and hides them so you have no choice but to ask to use his for the day. After the day is over he comes up to you smiling and hands you your missing clothes “found em!” “By found em do you mean took them out of the hiding spot?” “Yeah-”

He paints his nails either black, pink or purple. He also lets you paint them, it honestly just ends up a mess. He would totally whip nail polishes on your nose~

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader (V)

In a rather unlucky turn of events, you find yourself kidnapped for being in the wrong place during a gang war. Worry not, your yakuza boyfriend is at your service. Yet another bloody reason not to mess with him.

Content: female reader, organized crime, violence, gore, obsessive behavior

[Part 4] | [Yakuza Masterlist]

"Damn it!"

The scarred man throws another tile into the pile, clicking his tongue.

"I gotta say, you're pretty good for a foreigner." A second man with an eyepatch remarks, carefully inspecting his set before retrieving a tile of his own. "Pung."

You take another greedy sip of the cheap sake and slam the little cup back on the table.

"Kind of inevitable to learn mahjong when your only friends in this country are yakuza." You look up towards your captor with a frown. "You guys ever heard of board games or something?"

"Try to explain new rules to this dumbass!" A third man angrily pours himself another glass, pointing towards the first. "Fuck, I could iron clothes on that smooth brain of yours!"

"Fuck off, you're not any better." The scarred man continues his turn with furrowed brows. 

"If I were you I'd keep quiet about being pals with the yakuza. They'll question you, too, after the office guy. Don't make it worse." The man wearing an eyepatch mentions in a lowered voice. The table suddenly goes quiet.

"When is he coming out?" You ask hesitantly, bile pooling in your mouth. You already suspect the answer.

"He's not. Bodies are discarded through the back entrance." He pats the ash off and takes another drag off his cigarette. 

You swallow. 

Being involved with the Triad was not part of your new year resolutions, yet here you are about to be interrogated by the local Chinese syndicate. At least the lackeys have taken pity on you, a poor civilian caught in the middle of their rivalry. Hence the fake sense of normalcy as you chitchat at the mahjong table with a cup of sake to ease your wrecked nerves. 

"I'm guessing they won't be as friendly back there." You nod towards the door, where they took your work superior several hours ago. 

"No." 

That's all you get and you can only smile bitterly. Huh. You wonder if this is how Daitou's victims feel, helplessly waiting for whatever is brought upon them. Having to watch him unwrap his tool belt, stuffed with rusty old tools littered in blotches of dried up blood. Pondering his questions while he eyes the row delectably, hovering his hand over the potential ways to loosen up the tongue.

Would they torture you, too? Hopefully not. It should be rather obvious you're just a mere civilian. Then again, if your work superior mentioned anything about you being Daitou's girlfriend...He's never told you anything downright incriminating, but it'll be hard to convince these fellows that you truly are clueless.

Maybe they'll let you go if you offer your finger as a token of peace. Your forehead wrinkles at the thought. Isn't it more of a Japanese custom anyways? And if they say yes, then what? Do they provide you with the required utensils or are you expected to improvise on the spot?

You remember one of Daitou's seniors describing the process in great detail during the Christmas party. You had asked him about it, purely out of curiosity, and he certainly delivered almost more than your stomach was able to handle (Daitou scolded him later for telling you too much). You take the tatami mat and preferably wrap it in cloth, to soak up the blood. Any sharp blade will do, but traditionally you'd be offered a proper tantō that can easily slice through the bone. Obviously you want to cut as little as possible, so you still have some functionality remaining. Right above the joint. You must put all of your body weight into the thrust, otherwise the cut won't be clean and it turns into a mess. 

Hell. You wipe the cold beads of sweat that have formed on your face. You can barely chop an onion. Maybe one of the gangsters has enough experience and goodwill to offer to do it for you. Then you only have to clench your teeth and prepare for the blow. It can't be that bad. Surely the shock will be too great, and your brain won't even register it. Before you know it, they'll dip your hand in ice and rush you to someone fit to perform the aftercare. Yeah. That should to the trick. 

"Hey, foreigner. It's your turn."

"Leave her be, can't you see she's pale?"

You glance up and notice the men looking at you expectantly. They've already showed you plenty of kindness from the moment they shoved you in that black van with the rest of the office workers. Perhaps you can rely on them one final time. You suddenly bow, head pressing against the table. They're somewhat startled by your gesture. 

"I'm deeply sorry to ask, but might any of you be knowledgeable in blades?"

"H-huh? What for?"

You ceremoniously slam your hand onto the table, rattling the mahjong tiles. You struggle to let the words out, but try to maintain a straight face, picturing Shozo Hirono's cool attitude when he performed the deed himself in Battles without Honor and Humanity. 

"Would your Boss be satisfied with a yubitsume? I cannot offer anything else of use."

You feel a harsh hand smack against the back of your neck and you cough, taken out of your focus.

"Dumbass! What the hell are you talking about? Why would our Boss need the finger of a civilian, and a woman on top of that? 笨人!" The man with an eyepatch is red and flustered as he scolds you. The other two are holding back their snickers, amused by the scene.

"Let her! I have a knife on me right now." The scarred man comments with a grin. "Whaddaya say, kid? Or have you changed your mind already?"

"A man never goes back on his word." You bark and straighten your back, crossing your arms imposingly. 

The eyepatch man smacks you again and the other two begin clapping, terribly entertained by your tomfoolery. 

The spectacle doesn't last long. Within seconds, you jump out of your seat at the sound of rapid gunshots and scattered, erratic shouts.

Daitou bows before his Seniors and mumbles a polite, monotonous greeting. It's highly unusual to have the Lieutenants gathered at the office like this. Kazuya is fidgeting in his seat, Boss is away on a trip. What else could require everyone's immediate attendance? He makes his way to the blonde man and drops himself on the sofa, awaiting the details. 

"Wakasugi has been taken."

A chaotic murmur ensues. 

"He's been making offers for a building in a neutral area. That's where the Chinese sell their drugs and they claim it to be their turf. I hear some of our newbies got caught dealing that shit as well. Boss has been on their throats for some time now and this is their way to say fuck you."

Ah. More gang rivalry drama. Daitou presses his lips together, trying his best to hold back a yawn threatening to escape his mouth. Hopefully they'll leave him out of it, he has a date planned with you and he'd rather not show up reeking of rotten flesh. 

If you get kidnapped, think of yourself as already dead. The Yakuza doesn't negotiate. They just get their revenge tenfold. Unless it's someone important, like the Boss himself, the honorable way is to die without betraying your Family. 

"Just put a few bullets in them. Should teach them a lesson." He says while stretching. 

"Yeah, we're sending Oota and his men to deal with it. Just be on the lookout." One of the Seniors responds. 

"Still, the fucking guts on them. To show up at the office, right before our eyes-" Another man cries out, frustration in his voice.

"What did you say?" 

Kazuya flinches. He knows where this is going and he glares at the outraged yakuza, trying to silence him. Sadly he doesn't take the hint.

"Right? They just waltzed in, shot some of our guys and took Wakasugi and whoever was nearby. Heh, what are they gonna do with a bunch of office assistants? Extra weight to carry to the dump."

"Enough!" Kazuya's exasperated yell causes everyone to quiet down.

There are several confused looks being exchanged before everyone's eyes eventually rest on Daitou, now staring ahead motionless. Didn't his girlfriend work at that office? The Senior giving out the initial order has realized the mistake. He quickly clears his throat and is about to speak, but Daitou abruptly stands up and heads for the door.

"Oi! I said we're leaving it to Oota. This isn't your job." 

He tries to repeat his words with confidence, but his voice falters towards the end when faced with Daitou's massive frame. Particularly the barrel that's now pressing into his forehead.

"Mind your fucking business or I'll kill you right here." Daitou threatens.

"D-don't think Boss will help you out of this one, brat. If you go, you're disobeying your Senior."

The tall yakuza smirks mockingly. 

"See if you can run for Boss with your skull split open, bitch."

Kazuya slaps the gun aside and steps between the men.

"Just let him go. I'll take responsibility." He pleads, his friend already slamming the door behind him. 

Once the aggressor has left, everyone exhales discreetly in relief.

"He'll get us in trouble with the cops." The Senior retorts to the blonde in a berating tone.

"What else do you suggest? You know there's no way around it if he's pissed."

No one replies to what seems to be an universally agreed upon truth.

He blows out the smoke and crushes the cigarette under his foot. Fuck. He needs to calm down. They most likely haven't killed you, but if they laid a single hand on you...He's blacking out again. Whatever blinding rage possessed him back in his youth, when his Boss got wounded, would now pale in comparison. His ears are ringing and his vision is foggy. He can't even recall how he made it to their building. Or how he got past the guards. Although that one's easy to figure out, judging from their twisted throats. 

He checks his rounds one final time and kicks the heavy metal door open. Only about a dozen of them, but no sign of you yet. Should take a minute. It is time for him to pay his respects. 

"What the fuck was that?" the scarred man swiftly takes out his weapon and knocks the stool over with his foot.

If it is who you think it is...Your face twists in fear.

"Listen, you've been nice to me so I don't want to see you dead. Could you...could you leave, please? It might be someone I know and I promise you there's no point in fighting back."

The noticeable quiver in your speech might lead one to believe you're awaiting your executioner, not your savior and boyfriend. But you've seen Daitou angry and the ordeal flooded the very marrow of your bones with terror. Naturally he could never be upset at his darling for any reason, ever. Whoever poses a threat to you, however, can't say the same thing. You remember trying to pull him back from a random drunk that had groped you during an outing, and he tightly gripped your jaw with a bloodied hand and nearly ordered you in a ragged growl: "Hey. I said I'll be done in a moment. Be a good girl and close your eyes." 

Thus, from experience, you know he'd never listen to your pleas. Maybe if he was lucid enough, but not in this manic state. The man wearing an eyepatch scans your expression attentively. Your worry is genuine and the other room is gradually becoming quieter, but not in a way that'd inspire him confidence. He certainly doesn't feel like dying today and there's nothing honorable about throwing yourself into a senseless battle. He nods at the other two men and he asks you one last time if you'll be fine by yourself, to which you shake your head vehemently. Please go away already. 

The final obstacle crumbles under Daitou's weight and you fiddle with your glass, alone, at the mahjong table. He seems to be taken aback, and once he confirms you're not in any pain or discomfort, his demeanor switches within an instant. 

"Where's everyone?"

"They ran away."

"Just like that? And left you here?" He stares at you, baffled.

"Maybe there's some still in the back. These ones left because I asked them to."

He approaches you, still bewildered and confused. He looks like a lost dog.

"What? They were nice to me and I didn't want you to kill them. You never listen when I tell you to stop." You huff, pouting and folding your arms.

"Sorry. I got a little bit anxious." He kneels before you and extends a hand apologetically. "Friends again?"

"Wash your hands at least, I don't want to know what organ remains you have stuck through your fingers."

He chuckles and wipes the palm against his shirt. You follow his movements and notice the bullet wounds near the ribcage. This madman. You speedily bend to his level and remove his jacket to inspect the injuries.

"Christ. Take off your shirt and let's at least stop the bleeding before we leave. How the hell can you still stand with all these holes in you?"

Daitou unbuttons his shirt obediently and you try to wrap it around his abdomen. You notice the thick, wide scar crossing his stomach, presently smeared with blood. Either his or someone else's. 

"Now that I think about it, how did you get this scar? From a gang fight as well?"

"Oh no, I got this in prison. I was supposed to serve many more years, but one of the Seniors rang and said Boss needs me for something. They were in talks with the police chief to maybe bribe my way out. 

But I felt terrible knowing that Boss would be wasting money on my mistakes. At the time the place was overcrowded, so I figured they'd let me out for medical emergencies. So I cut my stomach open and they counted it as a suicide attempt." He responds with a proud grin. 

You grimace a little at the mental image. 

The cloth has been tightly, albeit clumsily secured around his gashes and you both get up. It occurs to you that throughout this mess you haven't feared for your life once. It feels like Daitou is always there to get you out of trouble. Despite his unorthodox methods.

You gaze up at him and notice the prosthetic eye has rolled inwards, so you adjust it slightly with your finger. He follows your romantic gesture with a quick peck on the lips. 

"You'll get yourself killed one day." You whine, tired.

"And leave you alone? Never. You're stuck with me for life."

He flashes you a wide smile and pats your head.

"Can we still go on that date?" The yakuza suddenly remembers, guiding you as you zigzag your way among fresh corpses.

So he hasn't forgotten. A faint blush dusts your cheeks.

"Sure, but I'd like to have a bath first."

"Then let's have one together." He suggests cheerfully, completely unbothered by whatever just happened.  

Tags: @yandere-city2 @lokiofasgard12 @zeniiis @lucienbarkbark @channelinglament @your-next-daydream @bath1lda @murder-hobo @zanzie

[sierra-r-a-e]

cw: aged up mitsuya, dry humping, fem!reader, clit rubbing, reader and mitsuya are sensitive, let me know if i missed any ((apologies if this is absolute ass))

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Dry humping Virgin!Mitsuya for the first time and watching how he struggles to not just cum in his pants on the spot.

You were seated making out with him on his lap, feeling how he got hard underneath you. You were completely soaked already, plus the sensation of his hands roaming your body were driving you crazy.

His hands ran up and down your sides, coming up to grope your breasts over the shirt and bra you had on. His movements were slightly hesitant at first, then he gained confidence as you moaned and whimpered in his mouth, the sounds causing his dick to twitch.

You held his face is your hands while his tongue was in your mouth, exploring every inch he could reach. You sucked on his tongue lightly, making him groan into your mouth.

Your mind was so clouded with need that you could hardly think straight, and he wasn't faring much better. You experimentally rolled your hips over his clothed cock, letting out a soft moan when you finally got some friction to your needy core.

His hips jerked up involuntarily as he hissed, pulling away from your lips. "Fuck-", he said, moving his head to rest on your shoulder while his hands landed on your hips.

You ground against him again, biting your lip at the noise he made. He began kissing your neck, wanting to draw out more of your own pretty sounds from your lips.

He was able to feel the heat seeping from your core even through all the layers of clothing; the feeling alone almost sending him into a frenzy.

He sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, letting out a low moan at the stimulation you were giving him. You continued to grind yourself on his cock, gripping onto his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

On top of having an already having a sensitive cock, he was also a virgin. Your hips picked up the pace as you imagined what he'd look like with his head thrown back as you gagged around his cock— or what he’d look like as you bounced up and down, riding him with your tits in his face.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the grip he had on your hips tightened and he began to roll his own hips up to meet yours. The way his cock rubbed up against your clit was just right.

His head lifted up off your shoulder, capturing your lips in another sloppy kiss. Your moans encouraged him to keep going, and you began moving your hips in sync with his.

The poor guy was trying his best to keep himself from cumming at the feeling of you desperately seeking relief from the tension built up in your core. "That feels so good~", you moan, breaking away from the kiss for air.

"I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last-”, he warned through a broken moan, already feeling the familiar sensation of an impending release bubbling up in his core.

You’d been pretty pent up which made you extra sensitive, meaning that you were feeling pretty close to an orgasm yourself. You almost completely lose it when Takashi brings his hand up to rub at your clit through your clothes.

The added stimulation causes your pussy to clench around nothing and it tightens the tension in your core. “I’m so close~”, you moan as his free hand holds you close to his body.

He can practically feel you throbbing through all the layers of clothes, that realization making him moan. “I’m close too,” he pants out, “I want to see you cum for me, pretty girl.”

You never imagined that your sweet, gentlemanly boyfriend was capable of using such filthy language, but god did hearing those words leave his mouth do something to you.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your legs trembled as your much needed orgasm finally washed over you. “That’s it, baby, that’s it”, he said shakily as his thumb continued to work you through your high; despite him being right on the edge himself.

“Oh shit— I’m cumming~”, he called out as ropes of cum released into his pants. The guttural moan he let out alone could’ve made you cum again. He held onto you tightly as he came, his head resting in the crook of your neck once more.

After he came down from his high, he looked up at you with an adoring look, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. “You’re so beautiful”, he said softly, still panting slightly. He then pressed a few gentle kisses to your jawline and neck, holding you against his broad chest as you both recovered from the intense euphoria you'd just experienced.

[artificial-transmutations]

Wrong bag, bro

Music blared from my headphones while I was running on the treadmill when I first saw the guy. It was obviously his first time in the gym, and after having gotten a short introduction, he looked around uncomfortably before approaching the weights. I sighed and stopped the treadmill. It was a good gym, at least judging from the equipment and the cost. The staff, however, was... improvable. It was clear that the new guy had no idea how to start and he would probably hurt himself like that.

"Sup? You're new here?" I said as I approached. He almost jumped when he heard my voice. I took a good look at him when he turned around. He wasn't very fit, at least compared to me. I mean, I'm no bodybuilder, too, but I do go to the gym a few times a week and try to stay in shape. The other guy was visibly unfit, with a small belly and no definition at all, but hey, we all have to start somewhere.

"Uhm. Yes. Actually, I wanted to lose a bit of weight. I'm Jonas. Do you work here?"

I chuckled. "Na, man. I'm Travis, and I just work *out* here. Why are you trying to get fit?"

Jonas seemed to be a bit embarrassed when he answered. "I... hope that will make dating easier. It's hard to find a boyfriend like... this."

He gestured down his body.

"Hey, you should do this for yourself, not for someone else. But yeah, I get what you mean. Chicks dig muscles, too."

The last part was probably unnecessary and somewhat spoiling the message, but I couldn't help it. It was a reflex to make clear I was straight. Really stupid, I know, but hey, that's just the straight genes talking.

Thankfully, Jonas took the hint and didn't hit on me as I showed him the ropes. He was mightily insecure, but a nice dude. After a while, he called it a day and we went to the locker room together. Having started early, I felt it was time to head home, too.

I took out my gym bag from my locker, as did Jonas, and got my soap out.

"Are you not going to shower?" I asked as Jonas just changed to his street shoes.

"Oh, eh, no, I'll shower at home." he said, and I understood. That guy was so self-conscious it would probably be hell for him to shower in a communal shower, so I just shrugged and said:

"Alright. See you around."

After the shower, I went to my gym bag to change into my street clothes but when I opened it, the contents seemed unfamiliar. Of course. Jonas had the same black gym bag as I did and must have grabbed the wrong one. That could happen. I just hoped I'd meet him again so we could swap back the bags. For now, it wasn't that much of a problem. I didn't have any valuables in there, and it seemed that Jonas had brought a towel as well, so I could just use his to dry myself.

What had been in there, however, were my street clothes. I mean, it wasn't a big deal, I could just wear my gym clothes until I got home, but somehow, I got curious and rummaged through the contents of the bag. There was something that immediately jumped into view and that was...

A pair of pink boxer briefs.

I mean seriously? How much gayer could it get?

I was just about to stuff it back into the back, when I hesitated. My gym compression shorts were soaked with sweat, and apparently, the boxer briefs seemed to be clean, I rationalized, but somehow, I *wanted* to put them on, for some weird reason. Well. I shrugged and just acted on the impulse, I mean, it was just a pair of underwear, right?

As it turned out, poor Jonas must have been not that well-endowed. The pair of boxer briefs was awfully tight and hugged my ass and my junk so firmly it was almost a second skin. I looked in the mirror and was a little surprised. My cock wasn't exactly small, but the underwear still didn't leave much to imagination either. But they were clean, and the fabric was quite pleasant to the touch, so I decided I would wear them until I got home.

Man, Jonas was probably in for a surprise when he discovered my XXL jockstrap from my bag. And unlike his - sorry - faggy underwear, I had worn that thing for a day now, so it wasn't exactly clean. I mean, there wasn't any reason for him to put it on, but what if he was curious? Or what if he was a little pervert who liked to experience the smell of a real man?

I shook my head. Where had that thought come from? I quickly got dressed in the rest of *my* clothes and drove home. However, during the drive I couldn't quite shake the thought of how Jonas might just be sniffing my jock, jerking his pathetic little cock furiously while doing so. Man, I really had no idea what was wrong with me today. When I arrived at home, my cock was hard and leaking pre into Jonas tight little pink underwear. Looks like I needed to blow off some steam.

I put on some lesbian porn and fished out my cock and balls from its tight confines. I have to admit that jerking off while wearing Jonas' briefs was oddly exciting.

At first, my eyes were glued to the two chicks on the screen, but as I got close to shooting my load, I leaned back and closed my eyes. Images of Jonas, wearing my much too large jockstrap came immediately and unbidden, but it was too late. With a groan, I came all over my toned and defined upper body.

I needed a moment to recover after that before I could start cleaning up. I stuffed my junk back into the pink underwear without really thinking about it, but realized it wasn't quite as tight as before. Perhaps the fabric was adjusting to my bigger mass. I was just about done with wiping the cum off my chest when my phone dinged with a message from an unknown number:

Unknown number:

"Hey there, it's Jonas, from the gym today. It seems like I grabbed the wrong bag when I left, and I want to return it to you. Can you give me your address?"

I thought about it for a moment while I saved his name to my phone. He probably found my number on the lost and found card, and I was just to agree, when I stopped. There was no rational reason not to swap back the bags as soon as possible and I had no plans for today. But...

Travis:

"Sorry, man, I can't today. How about tomorrow? We can meet at the gym."

I seriously had no idea why I lied, but not-so-little Travis twitched in the underwear as I wrote the message.

Jonas:

"Sounds good. Sorry I took your bag, I only noticed when I got home."

Travis:

"Don't worry, there's nothing important in there. Just my sweaty jockstrap, haha."

What was I doing? Why would I chat with a near stranger about my underwear? I was interrupted by the answer from Jonas.

Jonas:

"Yeah, I have found that thing already."

I hesitated. My cock was straining against pink fabric again, even though I just jerked off a few minutes ago. I really shouldn't be that excited, and I really shouldn't lead the poor gay guy on, but I couldn't help it. My fingers typed all on their own.

Travis:

"I see. And what did you do with it?"

It took a while before the next answer came in, and I feared that I had alienated the guy.

Jonas:

"Well, I'm wearing it right now."

Ha! I knew it! That guy was a pervert after all. I looked down at the tight pink boxer briefs struggling to contain my erection, while a small patch of precum had formed at the tip of the tent. Takes one to know one, right?

Travis:

"That old thing? I'm sure it smells sweaty as hell right now. Can you show me?"

Almost instantly, Jonas sent a picture of himself, wearing only the jock. It was way too big and baggy on him, and I could see his whole body in all of its unfit glory.

But somehow, it didn't look so bad. Absentmindedly, I squeezed my cock while looking at the picture. Then, with a mental "What the hell", I snapped a selfie for Jonas as well, of me wearing his pink boxer briefs. I didn't care to hide my boner, although it was less obvious than I thought. Might as well give him something to drool over, right?

After I had sent the picture, I looked at myself in the mirror some more. There was disappointingly little pump on my frame considering that I just came back from the gym. In fact, I looked even smaller than before I went to the gym. That couldn't be true, right?

But the bathroom scale confirmed. This was crazy! You didn't just lose five kilograms of body mass just like that. Especially, since my body mass was mostly muscles!

I took another look at the mirror, but it was true: my arms, my legs, even my chest. Everything looked less defined than before. And my chest was pretty smooth, too. I usually shave it, but since I have a high testosterone level or something, there's always a stubble remaining. Not so today. As I felt my chest with my hand, there was only smooth skin. What the hell was going on?

I looked back at my phone, and Jonas had answered again.

Jonas:

"Looks good on you, you should wear it more often! ;)"

Did he really think so? My heartbeat quickened on the praise from Jonas, and I could feel my cock reacting again. It must have gotten soft over the whole panicking, but reading this single line from Jonas was enough for it to strain against the tight underwear again.

Except... It wasn't *that* tight anymore. Sure, it was still a pair of boxer briefs and was supposed to cling to the skin, and it did, but before, my muscular ass, pelvis and of course, my large cock had filled it to the breaking point. Not so anymore. In fact, it fit pretty snugly, and although my cock was hard as a rock, the bulge it produced was much smaller than before.

My phone dinged with another message.

Jonas:

"Are you still there, Tray? You're still in for the gym later?"

Later? I thought we had said tomorrow! And why did he call me Tray? I quickly composed an answer.

Travis:

"Do we have to? I thought we'd said tomorrow."

The answer came immediately.

Jonas:

"Stop whining, Tray! I know you wane be big like I, so you must work hart!"

I cringed from the amount of spelling mistakes, but before I could answer, Jonas sent another Pic.

Was that still the same guy as before?! Sure enough, he was wearing my jockstrap, and the face was similar, but boy was he *ripped*. His arms and legs looked like he basically lived in the gym, and his hairy chest was sitting heavily on his perfectly sculpted eight pack abs. He even had a tattoo!

I looked back to the mirror in distress. I was positively scrawny, and not just in comparison. *My* arms and legs looked like twigs from a tree that were about to break from a strong wind. And were Jonas had all that chest hair and stubble on his chin, I was totally hairless, except for my perfectly styled bleached blonde hair.

I started to hyperventilate and had to lean on the sink to not fall.

What the hell was happening here?!

The phone dinged again, and I picked it up.

Jonas:

"Excpext yu wantto let ur tongue work out insted Todays bitch canceled and I Ned so to worship my "

It was getting really difficult to read, but I got the gist of it. But that wasn't right, right? Jonas was gay, just as me, and... Hold on, I... No, Jonas. Jonas wasn't gay, he was bi. Of course, with that fuck stick inside his smelly jockstrap, he'd fuck everything that moves.

All by itself, my hand had entered my pink boxer briefs and was jerking like crazy. Luckily, there was enough room in the underwear, as it was a bit loose usually. Even with my delicate hands, I couldn't close my hand around my shaft, it was just too small for that. So, I jerked with two fingers until I could finally stop myself. My cock wasn't as important for the upcoming meeting as my beautiful ass and my eager tongue that would submissively lap up every drop of sweat from Jonas manly body, so he would reward me with that magnificent cock of his. But still, no need to spoil the fun.

Tray:

"I'm coming over right now, Sir!"

I hope you enjoyed this little switchup! A few additional images can be found at my tip jar :)

[plussizeficchick]

Okay so I think as an alpha, it’s hard to get Tamaki angry, but once he does, he goes feral.

Like normally, he has exceptional control over his instincts. He’s not as territorial as others, but there is one thing that can send him into a frenzy.

And that was someone threatening his claim.

You almost felt bad for the poor excuse of an alpha that tried his luck with you. But you’d warned him. You’d been polite, informing him you weren’t interested and were already claimed, but he insisted, was certain he could be a better alpha than the one that would dare let you out of his sight.

You figured since he wasn’t taking a hint that your best bet would be to be direct, harsh even, but it seemed bruising his ego only seemed to stoke his flame.

He didn’t seem to notice your scent changing, the smell of frankincense overpowering your usual scent of lilies and patchouli. And he definitely didn’t notice your alpha stalking over to you guys, too focused on trying to get you home with him.

The alpha doesn’t realize what’s happened until he feels the warm gush of blood running from his nose and the harsh pavement under the palm of his hands. He reaches up to assess the damage before letting out a hiss at the searing pain that shoots to his face.

Yep, definitely broken.

He grits his teeth and looks up at the fucker that dared to hit him, but isn’t prepared to come face to face with Pro Hero Suneater.

“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing to my mate?” Tamaki grits out, eyes lit with hatred for the alpha in front of him. Normally, he’s a talker. He hates when situations escalate to violence, but this guy knew what he was doing, your claiming mark clear as day.

“Hey man, I-I didn’t know-” He tries to stammer but Tamaki is quick to shut that down. “But you did, I heard her say it. Multiple times.” He blankly stares at the guy before hauling him up by his collar. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to leave with the shred of dignity you have left, and if I find that you’re harassing omegas again, you’re going to be left with more than a fucked face. Do I make myself clear?” The man’s head nearly flies off the way he nods in affirmation and Tamaki drops him where he stands.

He’s immediately on you, checking you to ensure there’s not a scratch on you before he guides you out of the park.

— —

You’re aware of how Tamaki gets after a huge display of dominance. He’s still pumped up on adrenaline and needs a way to release the frustration before becoming a recluse.

It's one of the rare times in which he loses complete composure.

As soon as you’re both through the threshold he’s hoisting you up, your thick thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him further into you.

He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue laving over your claiming mark before he kisses his way to your lips, licking into your mouth. You moan against him, his clothed cock pressing against your cunt through your panties. You feel slick pool between your legs, soaking the fabric. “Please, Tama.” You whine. He offers you a bit of relief when he reaches a hand down and rips your underwear off. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ve got you.” He murmurs into your mouth. He can hardly wait, opting to just haphazardly pull down his sweats and boxers. He jerks himself off really quick, moaning at the feeling before pushing into you.

You both groan at the feeling, Tamaki trying to quell his whimpers by gnawing at your claiming mark. You whimper as he bites the sensitive skin, cunt clenching around him.

You jerk in his arms, your orgasm already fast approaching even though it feels he’s just getting started. “Fuck, bunny. So wet f’me. Am I making you feel good?” He murmurs, big indigo eyes looking up at you. Even through spats of dominance, glimpses of your Tamaki shine through. You nod at his words, tears beginning to build in your lash line, “Yeah, gonna cum f’ you, Tama. Gonna-” The words escape you as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent scream. He works you through it, reaching a hand down to rub your clit and nibbling around your claiming mark. He slowly pulls out, easing you down as you relax. He pulls his hand from you before putting his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of your combined flavor.

“You always taste so good for me, bunny.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You look up at him with a dopey smile before you feel what seems like suction cups on your thighs. You look to see Tamaki’s fingers have turned into tentacles before looking back at him.

“Mind if I have more?”

— —

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Drunk Sex

18+ MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Yuji Itadori / Ryomen Sukuna & Totality

WARNINGS✩࿐Fem!Reader Receiving and giving oral, cream pie, blood, biting, monster/curse sex, alcohol use, drunk sex, rough sex, knotting. Fem!Reader gets fucked by a Shikigami if you’re not into monster stuff don’t read. I made an alternative part 3, without monster stuff if you’d rather read that one!

Word count✩࿐6.9K

BONUS✩࿐Sex in front of a mirror and some aftercare.

Summary✩࿐This is part 3 to my jjk series. Reading part 1 and part 2, isn’t necessary, but it is appreciate. Fem!Reader is at Yuji’s house party and Itadori can’t keep his feelings toward the reader bottled up any longer. Sukuna ends up taking over Yuji’s body part way through the ordeal and things get a little interesting; especially when Megumi’s Shikigami shows an interest towards the reader too.

A/N✩࿐Sorry for the long wait, I’ve been going through some pretty lame family problems. When Sukuna is speaking in Yuji’s head I highlighted his words in red and Yuji’s responses in pink. I hope you enjoy this fic. <3

Your head felt like it was spinning as you tried to focus your vision on the pong table right in front of you. You’ve lost count of how many drinks you’ve had and you’re certainly too gone to ask for another. The cups on the other side of the table looked as if they were shifting. You knew it was the liquor in your system that was responsible for your impaired vision. You tossed the small ping pong ball towards the end of the table and made the shot by sheer luck.

“Woah, nice job!” Yuji smiled up at you in a drunk haze. The both of you decided to go one on one in pong, while everyone else was preoccupied. It was still early in the night since Yuji’s house party started around six. Megumi was in a heated discussion with Kamo while Yuuta ended up passing out on the couch. Your poor sweet Yuuta was the biggest lightweight at the party. Toge sat next to his sleeping friend while Todo was showing off his taste in music on the TV. Maki and Nobara sat on the bar stools next to the island, gossiping heavily. You could sense their slightly envious stares occasionally. Whenever you found the courage to talk to them, they sounded condescending towards you. So you decided early on to straight up ignore them and just focus on having a good time.

“Ok just watch this awesome trick shot I can do!” Yuji said excitedly as he tossed the ball upward and then punched it toward the cups. You could sense cursed energy coming from his fist as he pummeled the ball. The white plastic ball rocketed toward the red solo cups at record speed, knocking two of them over in the process. Water sprayed all over the table and onto your cute outfit. Thankfully the loud music in the room didn’t alert anyone of what just happened. No one except Yuji noticed. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry Y/n!” He ran over and helped you pick the cups off the floor.

Your wet clothes didn’t bother you, it shocked you at first but because of our drunk stupor, you got used to it right away. “It’s ok, it’s just water.” You smiled up at him, but his concern was still prominent.

“Here, come with me. I’ll help you dry off.” He took your hand and guided you up the carpeted stairs. No one saw the both of you depart; the pong table sat in the corner of the living room at the base of the stairs. Upstairs were the guys' bedrooms, while downstairs they had a shared living room and kitchen. You had a similar setup for your apartment. Except your bedroom was the only one downstairs next to the kitchen.

You felt grateful that the girls didn’t notice your soaked outfit, that would’ve been tremendously embarrassing. The both of you clung to each other as you climbed the strenuous stairs. Yuji led you to his bedroom and then to his bathroom. The both of you hung onto each other’s hands tightly as you stumbled into his pitch-black bedroom. He flickered on his bathroom's light. “Here, use my towel. I’ll get you a dry change of clothes.” He handed you his dark blue towel and quickly turned the corner back to his room. He ran into the door frame in the process. “Shit, there’s a wall there.” He laughed, making you giggle.

You eyed yourself in his mirror, your cheeks were a little flushed from being drunk, but other than that you looked hot! Despite being wet with water. You struggled to pull your shirt over your head because (you were heavily intoxicated) and your shirt was a tight-fitting black crop top. You stumbled backward and bumped into the wall behind you, a struggling whimper escaped from your lips. You managed to get the fabric over your head but your left arm was a little stuck. You panicked and tried to pull your arm out roughly, but you heard your fabric make a few threatening sounds tearing so you paused, not wanting to rip your cute shirt.

When Itadori entered the bathroom he was greeted by the sight of your plump breasts wiggling around as you struggled to get your shirt off. Your face was covered so you didn’t know he stopped and stared briefly. “Here, let me help you.”

You heard Yuji from somewhere nearby, “Oh, thank you.” You muffled out, as you felt his hot hands on your back. Goosebumps immediately ran all over your body, from being cold and wet. He gingerly removed the article of stubborn clothing, tossing it to the floor. He was so close to you, he gulped nervously. You looked into his sweet brown eyes with a kind smile on your pretty face, “Thanks for that, I was s-struggling.” You slurred and shivered at the same time.

Yuji’s mind was racing. When he was sober, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It drove him up a wall what a freak you secretly were. He couldn’t stop thinking about seeing your petite body getting railed by his friends on their couch. He felt so envious of his friends and Gojo; being fortunate enough to enjoy you inside and out. It wasn’t just your physical appearance that allured him, but your adorable and kind personality too. You acted like your sweet and innocent self whenever you were near him.

Itadori could tell how easy it was for his friends to fall for you and he too was slipping down that slope. It was difficult to ignore those feelings he had for you, especially when Sukuna craved you just as badly. Whenever you were near him, he’d hear Ryomen’s dark voice ring out in his head for Yuji to make a move or let him take over. Even during this moment, Yuji heard Sukuna pestering him.

Let me out! Are you going to make a move or what? Sukuna spat irritably. You’re such a coward.

Your jaw quivered from the cold, but because you weren’t sober you didn’t feel cold at all. It’s as if the outside of your body is on autopilot. You could sense the heavy sexual tension coming from your friend. Even though you acted like everything was normal; when you two were together, you’d notice a longing in his eyes whenever he looked at you. Or how his friendly touches became more intimate without meaning to be. The way his sweet eyes were staring at you now, you could tell he was burning up.

Without intending it, Yuji had you cornered against the wall while he was a few inches away from your half-naked body. “Y/n...” He trailed off as the liquor got the best of him. He pulled you into his chest without thinking. A surprised squeak left your mouth at your friend's bold action. He lowered his face so it was closer to yours, “Can I kiss you?” He blushed, while the look in his eyes was so needy and desperate.

Without answering or thinking, you tentatively brought your smooth lips to his to share your first kiss with Itadori. His grip on you tightened, and his lips moved against yours eagerly. Your head was spinning, and you couldn’t believe that this was happening. Lost in passion you tangled your fingers in Yuji’s pink locks, tugging gently - causing a gasp of excitement to come from his lips and into your mouth. You felt arousal overcome you like a massive tsunami wave, you wanted to know what sex would feel like with your friend. Or so-called friend.

Itadori felt ecstatic, it was finally happening! He felt a little ashamed that this was happening while you both were heavily intoxicated; would you kiss him if he was sober? The way you pulled his hair and kissed him back hungrily gave him hope that you would want to.

He lowered his hot mouth to your overly sensitive neck, as he pressed you against the bathroom door now. Shutting it in the process. He lightly teased his tongue down your neck, making you whine, “Itdadori…” his hot tongue caused a wave of intense shivers to wake on your skin. Your needy core clenched with desire. All while Yuji gently licked and kissed the crook of your neck, Sukuna was driving him crazy.

Let me out! I want to fuck her now!

Shut up dammit. Let me enjoy this.

He ghosted his fingers up your torso and to your breasts, delicately rubbing them. Earning a small gasp to come from you. He then sneakily stuck his hands underneath your bra to tease your nipple. Something hot and wet enveloped your breast completely. It felt like a mouth! This sensation both shocked and turned you on at the same time, you instinctively arched your back in pleasure “Yuji!” You gasped as you felt the mouth on his hand suck your nipple roughly.

The mouth gave you a small bite, “no sweetheart, it’s Sukuna.” Said a dark voice from under your bra. Yuji pulled his hand out to look at it with frustration, and you saw a mouth had visibly formed on his palm. The teeth that Sukuna had were fang-like. “Sorry about him.” Yuji sighed in a defeated tone.

“It’s ok.” You blushed, “I don’t mind him at all.”

“You hear that! She wants me, just let me have here already-“ Yuji slapped his normal hand over his palm with a pink tint of embarrassment on his cheeks. You leaned forward with a reassuring smile and pulled Itadori in for a passionate kiss. He gladly accepted and he darted his tongue into your hot mouth to explore it. As the both of you frenched feverishly, you cautiously grabbed Yuji’s wrist and guided his hand to your soaked skinny jeans. “Touch me.” You whispered against his lips.

Itadori felt like his heart was beating a hundred miles per minute, he craved you so badly. He wanted you to scream his name and become a wet little slut just for him. He hastily undid your jeans and pulled them down your smooth legs. You struggled to step out of your pants, you giggled as you clung to Yuji’s broad shoulders for balance. He smiled at you playfully and bent down to his knees to help you out. He couldn’t help but stop and stare at your sexy black lace underwear. Without thinking he removed that skimpy piece of fabric. He wondered if his friends also helped remove these panties from you. He felt proud to be a part of the club. Your pussy looked so appetizing to Itadori, he enthusiastically flung your thigh over his muscular shoulder and shoved his face to your core. His slick tongue swiped over your folds teasingly. “Mmh.” You whined desperately, thrusting your hips closer to his eager mouth. He latched down on your clit and sucked your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt him bring two fingers to your wet entrance and slowly insert them. They immediately came in contact with your G-spot, making you cry out pleasurably.

Suddenly Itadori’s fingers transformed into something larger and bulbous, he pulled his face away from your leaking cunt with confusion and slowly pulled out his fingers. Only to realize his two digits had turned into a huge meaty dick with tattoos on it. You were astonished at how his body was able to transform into other body parts. “Sukuna...” He hissed under his breath.

You suddenly felt empty and horny to be filled up again. “Stick it back in.” You whimpered, looking into Yuji’s chocolate-colored eyes pleadingly. He couldn’t say no to you and plunged his parasite's dick back into you. He could feel your walls clench his thick rod tightly. Strangely enough, Yuji found it pleasurable, and his dick in his pants began to rise with excitement. As he pumped the lengthy appendage in and out of you, he brought his lips back to your clit to give it some love.

The feeling of having a dick pumped in and out of you while Yuji sucked your clit sent you over the edge. He rapidly pounded his handy cock into you, making you spread your thighs out wider for him. Everything about this situation was desirable to you. You threw your head back to rest against the door and stared up at the moving ceiling. You were far from sober, but one thing was certain, you knew that you liked what Itadori was doing to you. Without being aware of what your body was doing, you found yourself desperately trying to bounce up and down onto Itadori’s hand. Your body craved more and Itadori planned on giving it all to you.

He pulled the dick out of your needy little cunt and you saw that it was coated in your glistening juices. Yuji gave your stimulated clit a kiss goodbye and stood up to eye you hungrily. He brought the dick attached to his hand to your lips and you obediently opened up for him. His massive rod entered your hot cavern slowly, giving you time to briefly welcome him into your mouth. You sucked the hot tip of his dick first, tasting your arousal on him. Your tongue fluttered the around the head and then to the underside of his cock, guiding him further into you. Itadori could hear Ryomen hiss with pleasure in the back of his mind.

Yuji was more than turned on as he watched you make love to Sukuna’s manifested penis. His pleasure was linked to Ryomen’s in the most intriguing way. He was able to feel all the dirty things your tongue did to him. Sukuna managed to open his second pair of eyes below Yuji’s and form a mouth on Yuji’s upper cheek. “Good little slut, now take me down your throat.” He growled. His deep and sexy voice made you tremble with a sudden urge to please him and obey his every word.

You sucked his dick down your throat as far as you could let it, your vision began to blur with tears as you gagged on his thick rod. Through your watery vision, you happened to make eye contact with Sukuna’s fiery red gaze. His eyes glowed sadistically, causing you to whimper on his dick. The vibrations of your throat caused both Yuji and Ryomen to groan slightly with delight.

Itadori then turned you around and bent you over the sink roughly, while he kept Sukuna’s cock lodged down your throat. In this position you managed to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror, you then focused your attention behind you. You saw that Itadori lifted his olive green t-shirt to expose his muscly abs. He placed the bottom hem of his shirt in his mouth to keep it up and out of the way. You heard Yuji undo his jeans and saw him spit on his dick to lubricate himself. He pumped himself a couple of times before placing the head of his cock to your slick entrance. You were more than ready for him. If Yuji was sober he would’ve teased you a bit more, but he couldn’t wait to take you. He was too excited and too drunk.

He roughly forced his toned hips against your bubbly ass cheeks. A loud groan of pleasure left his lips as he felt your hot warmth envelope him completely.

“Ohh, Yuji!” You moaned out, enjoying the delicious feeling of him filling you. Your walls clenched him greedily and he loved that, he could cum right here and now. But he wanted to make this moment last as long as possible. He brought his left hand up to your breast, and as soon as he did Sukuna’s mouth moved to his palm and sucked your tit viciously.

“Ahh!” You whimpered. Sukuna saw in the mirror how your pretty doe eyes welled up with pain and pleasure and that turned him on even more.

Yuji brought his attention to his dick pumping in and out of you slowly. He was taking his sweet time plunging into you, relishing how wet and ready you are - all because of him. He’d pull almost all the way out so the tip was barely in you. Causing you to shove yourself back towards him, wanting to feel him back inside of you. Then he’d stuff himself back in roughly, enjoying how your gooey walls welcomed him each time. Itadori then began to move into you at a steady and fast pace, he clenched his teeth on his shirt as he eyed your sexy body taking him. His stamina and tempo never faltered as he claimed your pussy. Each time he thrust into you, the dick you were sucking would jolt inside of your throat roughly. Which would cause you to weakly cough and choke on Sukuna occasionally.

Sukuna’s sharp teeth grazed over your soft breast and broke your skin. You were too focused on the way Yuji pounded deep inside of you, to realize that Sukuna was licking up the small droplets of blood from your breast. Itadori was able to taste the copper flavor of your blood on his tongue, he was confused and turned on at its taste.

You knew it should feel wrong to be intimate with someone who you thought was for a friend, but it didn’t. You knew that the both of you would probably have a discussion about this situation sober. But at this moment, your hazy mind chose desire over rationality. To put it simply, not a single thing felt wrong in you and Itadori’s dazed and horny minds. The way your saturated pussy squeezed Yuji’s dick comfortably as he thrust into you, made you feel like your body was made for his. Everything felt heavenly to the both of you; something this pleasant shouldn’t be inappropriate. The white-hot pleasure Yuji made you feel between your legs, threw your irrational thoughts out of the window. His long dick sliding in and out of you became a bit more wild and erratic, you could sense he was getting closer to his release.

You looked up in the mirror toward Yuji, his handsome face was slightly shiny from sweat. The way he bit down on his shirt feverishly looked so attractive. He then angled his hips up into you so he came in contact with your sweet spot, causing a gurgled moan to form around Sukuna’s cock lodged in your throat. His hips slapped against your ass rather loudly, as he dicked you down desperately.

Suddenly the mouth on your tit turned to a hand, and the dick in your mouth turned to fingers. Itadori’s cock inside of you felt as if it increased in girth and depth. Stretching you out in a painful and pleasurable way. The head of his dick rubbed against your cervix, causing a surprised whimper to escape from your lips. You looked at Itadori confusedly, only to see that the man staring you down in the mirror wasn’t Yuji; but Sukuna. The mood in the bathroom changed drastically into heavy cursed energy. The menacing man behind you shook you to your core. Goosebumps from utter fear rose all over your back. His red eyes glowed with intimidation mixed with arousal as he stared you down with a devilish smile.

“I didn’t want that punk to spoil the fun. Now it’s my turn.” He growled from behind you, ripping Yuji’s shirt off his muscular body. You noticed the elaborate tattoos covered Ryomen’s skin. Making him seem even more attractive and scary at the same time.

Sukuna then pulled his massive penis out of you, only for him to ram it back in with tremendous force. He shoved your entire body against the sink painfully. The hard marble edge of the counter dug into your hips as he folded you. You weakly tried to hold your body away from the sink with your hands, but Ryomen grabbed both of your petite wrists and firmly pressed them against your lower back. Helplessness washed over you as this curse pounded into your small body ruthlessly. Sukuna pulled his fingers from your drooling mouth and gripped your hair. He yanked your head back harshly so you could make eye contact with him through the mirror. Everything about this man was dominating, and that made you feel fear and arousal.

Once your body began to get used to his lengthy penis, getting fucked by him became more pleasurable. Sukuna watched as your pain-filled eyes switched to desire. “You like it rough, huh?” He murmured as you felt his iron grip on your wrists tighten.

Yuuta woke with a jolt, he could sense a tremendous amount of evil energy nearby. He stumbled off the couch, and could still feel his head spinning from the alcohol he drank a few hours earlier. Everything in the room seemed to be moving. Yuuta noticed that mostly everyone was gone, except Megumi and Toge who stood at the island in the kitchen.

“Do you guys feel the cursed energy?! Where is everyone?” He croaked, his voice a little groggy from his nap.

Fushiguro and Inumaki eyed him through their drunk stupor. “You wanna shot?” His dark-haired friend asked, he didn’t hear what Yuuta just said.

Yuuta shook his head ‘No’, “Where did everyone go? Where’s Y/n?” He said as he approached the counter.

Megumi finished pouring two small shot glasses with some harsh-smelling whisky, “They went to go get food.” He said as he passed one of the glasses to Toge. Both swigged the harsh liquid down in unison, and a scowl formed on Megumi’s face shortly after drinking it. While Toge drank the liquor with no reaction at all, probably because he’s used to drinking cough medicine all the time.

“Do you guys feel the cursed energy nearby?” Yuuta asked desperately.

“There’s no way a curse could’ve gotten in past the barrier.” Megumi slurred in an overly confident manner. “Tell ‘em Inumaki!”

Toge made an ‘X’ with his arms “Okaka.”

“But just to calm your delusions, here-“ Megumi brought his hands up in a shaky manner to manifest one of his Shikigami’s. “Demon Dog: Totality!” His massive Shikigami appeared in the kitchen next to his master, “Scout the apartment and make sure there isn’t danger.” He ordered the creature. “Feel better?” Megumi rolled his eyes towards the other dark-haired man. The beast then began to sniff around the kitchen and living room curiously.

Yuuta realized his friends were too far gone to sense the possible danger nearby, but having Totality out made him feel a bit at ease. Then the thought of Yuuta simply imagining that there was a curse close by crossed his mind. Maybe he’s drunk and his mind is playing tricks on him. Yuuta isn’t much of a drinker so it could be the alcohol in him that’s disorienting his perspective. He got a glass of water and sat back down on the couch for a brief moment to calm his mind.

Sukuna brought his fang-like mouth to the crook of your neck to bite and suck roughly, leaving painful red bites and hickeys on your sensitive skin. He removed his aggressive grip from your hair and brought his fingers down to your clit. His long fingers slid over your sensitive bud harshly, making your breath hitch with excitement. “Mmh!” You moaned in response.

Sukuna was focused on making you cum before he did, he planned on fucking you through multiple orgasms. He craved to make you his wet little slut. Suddenly the door tried opening but hit his thigh weakly. He picked up your small body and turned you to face the door. “Open it.” His deep voice ordered in your ear.

As he continued to ram into you wildly, you brought your hand up shakily to the doorknob. Opening it slowly to reveal Megumi’s black and white Shikigami. Totality’s face grew into a snarl as he locked eyes with Sukuna’s blood-red gaze. “That’s Fushiguro’s cursed technique isn’t it?” Ryomen hissed under his breath.

The beast brought his head up as if he was about to howl to alert his master, “It’s okay…” You cooed, as you brought a hand up to pet his fluffy head in a comforting manner. The beast’s ears flickered with appreciation as you stroked him kindly. “H-he’s not hurting me. It’s okay- there, good boy.” You gasped out as Sukuna fucked you harshly. You brought your fingers to the back of his ear to scratch him sweetly. The intimidating creator melted into your hands and now was as docile as ever.

Sukuna watched in astonishment as you managed to calm the curse without a fuss as he pumped his lengthy dick up into you. He brought his fingers back to your clit, which grabbed Totality’s attention. The beast watched curiously as his fingers slid over your needy folds quickly. Instinctively the creature brought his face close to your wet crotch to smell what was going on. “No…” You whined as you tried to shut your legs, weakly trying to prevent Megumi’s Shikigami from getting close to your private area. Sukuna watched you struggle with delight and forced your legs to stay open. “Come on, let’s see what’ll happen.” He growled in your ear, as he beckoned the fluffy creature with his slick fingers. Sukuna’s thrusts slowed down a bit as he let the Shikigami smell his fingers, the beast then licked his digits clean. As you watched the creature lick your juices off Sukuna’s fingers, you couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on at the sight before you. The beast licked his digits quickly as if it were a delectable treat.

The King of Curses patted your pussy to get the Shikigami’s attention to your folds, the beast lowered his mouth to your swollen clit and raked his long flexible tongue up it. “Ahh…” You whined as riveting pleasure washed over you, this was terribly inappropriate and you felt like you shouldn’t be enjoying it. How intoxicated you felt and the way the black and white monster flicked his fast tongue over your sensitive nub made you forget about what was right and wrong. Sukuna began to pound into you at a steady and persistent pace, a small hiss of pleasure left his lips as he felt Totality’s tongue lap over his saturated and heavy balls.

This entire situation felt forbidden, getting railed by the King of Curses while a Shikigami licked your clit, caused you to feel even more turned on. Sukuna’s cock stretched you out in the most delectable way, he slid in and out of you effortlessly. His tempo was rough and wild, he couldn’t help but admire the way your pussy squeezed him so tightly with each thrust. He took both of your hands and pulled them behind your back possessively, he held them firmly with his left hand. While his right hand pinched and pulled your nipples painfully. You were at his complete mercy, this man could do anything to you and there was nothing you could do or say to oppose him. Ryomen truly is the most powerful curse you’ve ever come across. Being so close and intimate with such a powerful being made you feel almost sinful… You’ve been trained to exercise curses, not get fucked by them.

“You’re a soaking mess Y/n… such a pretty little slut for me,” Sukuna growled from behind you, his dark voice caused shivers to run down your spine. His voice alone is terrifying, your instincts tell you to run away from him, but that would be impossible. You’ve never felt so slutty before, the fact that you’re letting the King of Curses fuck you has permanently tainted you. There’s no going back now. “Make me- ahh” You whimpered out in pain as you felt Sukuna bite down onto your shoulder. “Hmm?” He hummed with dark amusement, “What do you want me to do?”

The combination of Sukuna’s persistent rod plunging into you and Shikigami’s sloppy tongue on your horny privates sent you over the edge. “Make me yours, cum in me.” You moaned out in delicious pleasure as your walls clamped down on Ryomen’s dick, drenching him with your release. The way your needy cunt squeezed his cock so scrumptiously sent him into a thrusting frenzy, he fucked you through your orgasm as he chased his own. You felt him sink his teeth into your supple flesh, “Fuck, you will be mine.” Sukuna murmured as he slapped his muscly hips against your juicy ass. You suddenly felt him pulsate profusely as he released his massive load of seed deep inside of you. A guttural groan left his lips as he bit down onto your shoulder possessively, you could feel hot sticky blood drip down your cleavage as your shoulder stung with pain.

He popped his dick out of your pussy, his rod glistened with the mixture of both of your cum. The Shikigami immediately began to lick his cum coated cock clean as if it was a delicious frosting. Sukuna let out a hiss of pleasure as the beast's tongue continuously slid over his slick meaty dick. His cock pulsated with delight at the sensation. The black and white creature's tongue didn’t miss a single spot as he lapped his large tongue across Ryomen’s shaft, and then to his balls. He was still hard as ever and his release began to gush out of your wet cunt. The Shikigami directed his attention to your sloppy hole and started to lap up the white liquid abundantly leaking out of you like a fountain. A slutty whine left your lips as you felt the beast's warm tongue eat you out. “Ahh, good boy.” You whined out as his wet nose brushed against your clit making you enjoy the sensation even more. You were able to feel his long flexible tongue scoop into you at such depth, causing you to instinctively gyrate your pussy against the beast's eager mouth.

Sukuna was turned on at the sight before him; the lewd whimpers that escaped your lips along with the slushy sound of the Shikigami making a mess out of you, inspired him to go for round two. With his dick still slippery he placed his tip at your puckered hole. He greedily shoved his massive cock inside of you, causing you to moan out in discomfort. He stretched you out incredibly, you weren’t prepared for him which didn’t help much either. Before Sukuna could thrust into you ruthlessly, he was suddenly suppressed by Itadori.

As Itadori came to his senses he felt an incredibly snug squeeze around his throbbing cock. He realized that Sukuna had taken control without warning and he had his dick shoved up your ass. It took him all of his willpower to not plow into you, but by the way, your nails dug into Yuji’s thighs painfully, he knew his rod may be the cause of your pain.

“Ah-are you ok?” He choked out in pleasure as he gently began to nibble your earlobe.

You turned your head to the man behind you, his voice was soft and his red eyes went back to a warm brown, “Yuji?”

He nodded affirmatively with a small smile, his hands holding your waist carefully. “Should I take it out? If it’s hurting you?” He asked with lust-filled eyes, he clearly didn’t want to remove himself from your warm and tight hole.

The feeling of his twitching dick lodged up your ass while Megumi’s Shikigami tongue scooped the remaining cum out of you; causing your mind to buzz with pleasure. “It’s ok, but can we take this to the bedroom? I’m tired of standing.”

Without another second delayed, Itadori gingerly removed his raging dick out of you and whisked you up into his arms. Totality’s sloppy hot tongue flicked over your clit one last and licked his tongue over his muzzle to get your remaining juice off his wet face. Yuji hoisted you away and carried you into his dark bedroom carefully. He set you down on the bed. You heard the black and white beast fallow behind you two anxiously. A small whine left the creature’s mouth protesting against Yuji’s actions as if he wanted to eat you some more. Itadori’s lips crashed onto yours in a needy manner, as he half laid on top of you. The bathroom light illuminated his handsome features perfectly, especially the charming smile he’d make when he’d pull away from his needy kisses to just stare and admire you. Yuji didn’t want to admit it while he was drunk but he always thought you were the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met.

As you looked up at Itadori you could still feel your head spinning from the alcohol. His hands slid all over your body, causing goosebumps to rise and making your nipples pebble. He suddenly flipped you over with such ease a surprised gasp escaped your lips. He had you on top of him while he was lying down. With barely any effort he hoisted you up his torso so your glistening cunt was now hovering over his face. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he eyed your pretty lips, his mouth watered instantly and forced your thighs down so you sat on his hot mouth. His tongue teased your clit as he slid it feverishly across your sensitive nub. “Oh-Itadori…” you moaned as pleasure raked up your spine. He popped his tongue inside of your wet cavern and swirled it around deep inside of you. Just then you felt the weight on the bed shift and a second larger and sloppier tongue licked over your tight asshole. You looked back to see that Megumi’s Shikigami was on the bed, partially standing over Yuji’s body. The black and white creature continuously licked your puckered hole, causing an interesting wave of pleasure to wash over you. He slid his long flexible tongue inside of your hot and tight hole making you whimper out deliciously. Itadori enjoyed your cute little moans and gasps of pleasure while he and Totality ate you. You tasted heavenly to him, he couldn’t think of anything better than having you on his face.

With the combination of both their wet wiggling tongues inside of your privates, you couldn’t stand it anymore and drenched Yuji’s face in your release. He eagerly drank your juices, while Totality burrowed his head underneath you to get a taste of your cum on Itadori’s chin.

As you came down from your orgasm, you decided to return the favor to Yuji. You kissed a trail of hickeys down his muscular torso, and soon you were greeted with the sight of his raging rod. Itadori’s lust-filled eyes raked over you as his breath began to pick up with excitement. You sweetly enveloped his sensitive tip with your hot pouty lips. His velvety skin felt so soft and smooth under your greedy tongue. You coaxed him further down your throat quickly, so his entire length was lodged down your throat. “Mmm... Y/n.” He hissed out with delight as he threw his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying every second of your sinful mouth working on him.

While you were preoccupied with Itadori’s large cock in your mouth, you didn’t realize how the Shikigami positioned himself behind you. The beast smelt your privates curiously, you felt his hot breath waft over your slippery cunt. The creature gave you few a brief licks and pulled away, beginning to pant rather quickly. You focused your attention on Itadori’s delicious dick in your mouth, enjoying it when he’d tug your hair gently. You eyed the pink-haired man as he looked down at you with a look of pure bliss on his handsome face. You knew for a fact that things would never be the same between you, and you felt excited about this new relationship.

Suddenly you felt soft fur tickle your back as the heavy weight of the Shikigami mounted you. You felt his large claws wrap around your slim waist. He humped his large hot dick up against your ass. The creature was much larger than you and the thought of his huge monstrous dick inside of you made you nervous. Yuji couldn’t help but watch curiously as Megumi’s monster was clearly trying to fuck you. You tried to get up and push the creature off of you but you were much too weak. Plus with how intoxicated you were, you were in no condition to fight. “Y-Yuji, get him off of me, I don’t want him to-ahh!” The beast's massive rod was now lodged up your pussy in the most pleasurable way. He was too big for you, his size reminded you of Gojo’s. Except the Shikigami’s dick had an interesting curve to it.

Itadori couldn’t help but get turned on at the sight in front of him. Even Megumi’s beast wanted to have a go at you. The creature pounded into you ruthlessly, his speed was too fast for you to comprehend. This was the fastest you’ve ever been fucked before. He rammed into you like an animal. You could feel Totality’s hot breath pant over you as he fucked your tight pussy. If someone were to walk in right now they would barely be able to see you, your petite body was lost underneath the massive creatures and fluffy fur. Yuji’s bed creaked loudly, as your moans and cries of pleasure increased. Itadori got up to his knees and shoved his dick in your whimpering mouth. You needily sucked him as your entire body jolted by the Shikigami’s rough fucking. Your mind felt as if it were going a million miles per minute, you felt Itadori’s hands grip your bobbing head firmly. Which turned you on even more, having his dick down your throat gave you something to focus on. Your hot slippery mouth felt heavenly to Yuji, along with your muted moans which caused sweet vibrations all over his shaft. You loved the small groans that escaped his lips as you made love to his dick.

The Shikigami’s monstrous cock filled you up in the most inappropriate way; the way his slick penis greedily penetrated you at such speed made your voice get stuck in your throat. You felt your cunt squeeze the creature's dick deliciously as you felt your release begin to build up. The room was filled with the sound of your lewd muffled moans as you gurgled on Itadori’s dick.

Yuji’s warm brown eyes looked down at you with approval as you deep-throated him. He loved the way your pretty orbs welled up with tears as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. He emptied his load of seed deep down your throat aggressively, his hands still tangled in your hair. You drank him up enthusiastically as you couldn’t hold back your orgasm any longer. Ecstasy washed over you as you creamed all of the beast's bright red rod. You felt your pussy clench his large pounding dick deep inside of you. Suddenly you felt a massive amount cum shoot up inside of you as you felt a painful stretch in your wet hole. Totality managed to knot up inside of you. His large dick formed a pulsating bulb that made it impossible for you to pull out. You looked down at your lower stomach with panic to see a noticeable bulge inside of you. Totality’s mountainous cock caused an agonizing discomfort to your vaginal canal. You couldn’t hold back a pitiful wail, “Yuji!” You gurgled out desperately as you pulled your face away from his twitching dick, his cum dripping down your chin. “Get him out! It hurts!”

Yuji’s lust-filled eyes switched into concern as he came down from his pleasure-filled high, “Shit, it’s ok! I’ll ask Megumi to release his technique, okay?” He slurred as he hopped off the bed, scrambling to the bathroom to find his pants.

“There’s no need.” Said an all too familiar voice in Itadori’s doorway, Megumi walked in from the dark with a hungry look in his eyes. He reached out and patted his Shikigami’s fluffy head with approval, “Good job Totality.” He praised with a smug look, “release.” And like smoke the beast that was on top of you disappeared instantly. The excruciating feeling of the monster's bulbous knot inside of you had vanished, causing a sigh of relief to escape from you.

“How long were you standing there?” Asked Yuji breathlessly as he pulled up his boxers while entering the bedroom, practically glowing with pride. Oh how the tables have turned, Sukuna thought humorously.

“Long enough to know that I’d want to fuck her with you sometime.” Fushiguro held his gaze on your naked and used body; noticing the bloody bite marks on your shoulder. Then he directed his attention to his friend. Yuji came up to you with a towel and helped clean the cum, sweat, and blood off you. He was extremely gentle and cautious when he handled you. Making Megumi approve of his friend's treatment of you even more. If Itadori wanted to be one of your boyfriends, Fushiguro would have his vote.

“She seems like a good bit of fun.” Said another voice emerging from the inky black hallway. Causing Fushiguro and Itadori’s attention to shift toward the doorway. There stood Kamo Noritoshi, as he eyed you suggestively. Kamo approached you with such dominance, he reminded you of a more intense version of Megumi. He brought his hand up to your chin so you were now looking up at him. He noted how fucked out you were, along with the hazy look in your sultry eyes. “Damn she’s a little vixen” Noritoshi sighed, pulling away. He smirked down at you, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement, “With your permission, Fushiguro I’d like to join you and Itadori.”

“And don’t forget about me.” Snarled Sukuna.

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[strangelysamantha]

wet dreams ✧

jj maybank x plus!reader.

warnings: smut, 18+. MDNI. wet dreams, swearing, alcohol consumption, very light somnophilia, jj calls reader baby, slightly insecure reader.

words: 1,973.

summary: jj and you cuddle after a fun day of swimming with your friends. once sleep takes over, jjs dream runs wild, and with you in his bed, how could he keep the naughty thoughts at bay?

request? yes!! it was requested through pm!

a/n: i have so many stories in the making, i can’t wait to produce more works for everyone! like and repost if you enjoy! maybe follow if you want to see my new works. i’d really appreciate it <3

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due to the outer banks heat, you were obligated to wear shorts more often. it didn’t bother you too bad, you had grown used to it. what you weren’t used to however, was jjs reaction to your said shorts. regardless of the material, or the design, he would stare. and he made it known that he liked what he was seeing. you and the pouges were going to go swimming, you all agreed to meet at john bs to take his boat out.

you arrive at john bs, cooler in hand. you brought snacks for your friends, and even snagged a few beers. you approach the boat, seeing pope and john b had already made it. “pope! john b! hey! i brought snacks.” you lift the cooler slightly, jogging up to reach them. you give the cooler to john b and he places it in his boat. he grabs a beer for you and him, knowing pope was trying to keep his mind clear. he tosses you the beer and you crack it open. behind you approaches jj, “hey you better share.” you smile at him, “of course,” you hand him your half drank beer, and he happily chugs it. you place your hand on your hips, “thank you jj.” “anytime sweetheart.” you notice his eyes rake up and down your body. your nerves approach from his gaze, worried to be in the center of attention. john b and pope were caught up in conversation so that eased you slightly.

“you look mighty fine today.” he bites his lip softly, “love those shorts.” you smile, “thank you.” you couldn’t tell if jj actually liked you. or if flirty banter was just your dynamic. kiara approached the boat, gleaming. “it’s so nice out!” you pull her into a hug. “right!” you agree. john b exclaims, “alright everyone’s all here! let’s get out on the water!” you follow kiara, jj following closely behind you. the five of you crawl onto the boat, before setting sail. john b is steering. you’re sitting on the seat; soaking up the sun. kiara takes her shirt and shorts off, revealing a light green bikini. pope slides his shirt off as well. you take your sunglasses off setting it aside. you take your shirt off, throwing it in your pile. you slide your shorts off, as well as your shoes. you stretch slightly, making eye contact with jj. he’s smirking as he takes in your bikini. “you’re staring maybank,” he looks away slightly embarrassed, “you just look so hot.” his words filled your stomach with butterflies. “let’s swim.” you jump into the water, kiara, pope, and jj jumping after you. you guys continued to swim, splashing each other and enjoying the sun.

it became cooler as the sun went down, kiara was the first to bounce. she had homework that she needed to finish up. you said your goodbyes to her. you were able to get a towel from john b. you wanted to rinse the salt water off. you slid your bathing suit off, starting the shower.

you accidentally had too much to drink, you hadn’t planned on staying the night. john b assured you that it wouldn’t be a huge deal, and that you were always welcomed. this however, unfortunate poor planning left you without a change of clothes. jj was aware of this. he put one of his shirts, and a pair of your shorts you had left last time you were at john bs into the bathroom for you. he left to grab himself a pair of pajamas, before sitting in the living room.

you finish up your shower, drying off and getting dressed in the clothes that were left out for you. you felt a lot better now that you were clean. jj showered next, just a quick one to clean off. while he was in the shower you concluded that the couch was way too uncomfortable, and you figured jj wouldn’t mind having you in his bed. you settled yourself onto jjs bed, it felt very relaxing. jj hurriedly finished his shower. he changed, heading to the living room. he was under the impression that you would take the couch. his heart stung at the possibility of you sharing a bed with john b. his breath uneven as his imagination was fueling his anger. he shook it off, walking towards his room. his breathing slows once he realizes you had snuck into his bed.

you see jj in the doorframe. “hey j,” he hesitates, unsure of what to do. “hey.” he stares at you waiting for you to say something. “well, i won’t be able to fall asleep on the couch. it was too uncomfortable.” he smiles softly, “it’s okay you can take my bed, i can sleep on the couch.” you frown at his idea, “i’m not going to kick you out of your own room, just join me.” you pat the side of his bed, he walks towards the bed, awkwardly sitting on the edge. “come on jj, i don’t bite.” he chuckles at himself, knowing damn well he would bite and lick your thighs if given the chance. “alright.” he leaned back into his bed, “can you cuddle me?” you ask. his heart is racing, terrified to overstep. “of course.” he positioned himself on his side, your back into him, spooning.

silence falls between you two, as jjs hands snake around your waist, he pulls you close. the dark sky led to his room being chilly. you wiggle yourself as close as you can to him, trying to get warmth. jj easily slid to sleep, his light snores filling the room. you blush at his innocence, heart warmed by his presence. you try so hard to fall asleep but being so close to jj made you so nervous. you had a giant crush on him, and while you usually could hide your demeanor, being in his sheets, skin to skin, your mind couldn’t concentrate on a certain thought.

you laid there, when suddenly you felt jj through his pants. he sheepishly grinded into your ass, his grip on your waist tightening. your mouth opens in shock. you glance back to him, realizing he is still completely asleep. he continues to rut against you, his cock strained in his shorts. you didn’t know whether to wake him up, his actions starting to work you up. he shamelessly grinds himself against your ass, small moans falling from his lips. his breath is heavy, your core drips in arousal at his neediness.

you can't bare not pulling his cock out. you hesitate but decide to give him a hand. you pull down his shorts, his cock is dripped with precum, its veins prominent as he pulsated. you spit on his cock, taking your hand and rubbing him. you tug on his cock, the sight of him was driving you wild, your cunt aching for his attention. you moan a little too loud, while jerking his cock firmly, and jj stirs awake. he opens his eyes to the sight of you eyeing his cock, the pleasure takes over and he groans. "baby what are you doin?" you bite your lip, "well you were grinding against me, i'm sorry. i should have woken you up." you let go of him, backing away slightly. he's quick to correct himself, "i didn't say stop, i just wasn't expecting to wake up to my sex dream coming to life." you bite your lip, "you were dreaming about me?" he looks at you, grabbing your hands. "yes, i've had a crush on you for months. you're all i ever dream about. i guess it was worse than usual since you were actually in my bed. my body just knows what i want." he reaches for your hand returning it to his cock.

"i really wanna fuck you, j." he smirks, "i wanna fuck you so bad." he reaches for your chin, pushing his lips onto yours quickly, fueled by hunger and a craving. you slide off your pants, leaving you without underwear. "get on top." he demands. you sit back, frowning. "no." he halts. "no?" you shake your head. "ill crush you." his mouth turns into a straight line. "you won't crush me, i promise. i love your thighs," he squeezes them. "your hips and ass are so sexy too. you're perfect." his cock is throbbing, longing for you. you reach forward to jerk him. he moans at your touch, “do you see what you do to me? do you see how you affect me?” his words hit your stomach with butterflies, and you have to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some form of relief. he notices this movement and smiles. “you really want this don’t you?” he questions. “yes jj. i need to feel you.” your hand was still holding him, and you felt his cock twitch at your words. you inhaled sharply, entranced with this entire moment. "baby i need you to ride my cock, ill support you. please. i need you." you lift up, settling yourself on his lap. he grabs your hips.

he guided your movements, his lip captured between his teeth. he stuffs himself inside your pussy, stretching you out due to his length. “feels so good.” he groaned beneath you. you nodded quickly. “jj…” you open your eyes to see him looking up at you already. “please…” jj whimpered beneath you. you picked up the pace, starting to take him faster. you lifted up, slamming down on his length repetitively. your hands reach for his shoulders to support yourself.

“that’s right baby.” he filled your pussy to the brim. "you're so fucking big," you were a mess from his cock. he slides himself out of you, "bend over." you arch your back laying on your knees. he slaps your ass, squeezing it. he aligns himself with you, rubbing himself against your hole before slamming inside of you, he goes at a fast pace. "fuck you're so sexy, i love your pussy," he pulled your hair, lifting you up so he could plant a kiss on your lips. "such a pretty girl, taking my cock so well." you melt at his praise, you reach down to rub your clit. "jj don't stop, i'm close. so fucking close." he groans, "cum on my cock baby." you tighten against him as you catch your release. moans spill from your mouth as your sensations explode. he slaps your ass again, "fuck im getting close baby."

"cum in my mouth." he pulls out, and you twist over. you stick your tongue out; you look up at him as he jerks himself to your face. "ready for my cum?" he questions. you nod, he moans loudly as five streaks of cum cover your taste buds, it got on your cheeks, and chin. you swallow his load, sticking your tongue out to prove it, he smirks. "so sexy. let's get you cleaned up." he helps you to the bathroom, you use the toilet. he gets a rag and wets it with warm water. he bends down, wiping his cum off your face. "you did really well. you made me feel so good." you smile, "i've been waiting for this for a while," you confess. you get up, brushing your teeth and washing your face. you join him back into his room, he had set out a clean pair of shorts, and his t shirt you were wearing earlier. he had cleaned himself as well, changing into clean underwear and shorts.

"i'm sleepy now, j." he rubs your back, "me too." he settles into bed, and you join him, "do you think we could go on a date?" you sheepishly look up at him. "of course." he's satisfied, happy to have you in his sheets. you two cuddle and fall asleep.

[thealternateuniverse]

How did you handle it?

1st part here

A/N: Didn't expect the number of likes on the first part, thank you so much 😭

Also, I know now who does Paige's braids now. I saw her on tiktok.

Warning/s: Read at your own risk

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Following Ice's most recent live stream, Y/N's phone is constantly vibrating, and her Instagram feed is overflowing with follow requests and mentions. She didn't leave her apartment on the weekends after hearing from her teammates about their near-brawl on Friday night. She was trying to blow off some steam at the time, but she lost her cool and almost got into it. Azzi gave them a good earful, and Geno had more to say. Y/N apologized to her teammates, explaining that she was acting out of character at the time.

She felt a little better and forgot about her parents' divorce for a while. Not until her father texted her that he will be at her game next week. Dad is always the one who comes to her games; mom is too busy and cannot make time.

Frustrated, Y/N drops the dumbels.

"Yo! "KK, give me back my phone!" KK is running for her life, clutching Paiges' phone. Paige, on the other hand, looks terrified as if her life depends on with whatever is contained within her phone.

"Whaaaat! Dude, I just caught you stalking---asfghgjjhkjlhlk!" Paige caught up with KK and placed her palm on her mouth.

"Shut up!" She took her phone.

KK sounds like a dying goat now, with Paige's hands still on her mouth. Paige lets go of her and KK gasped for air.

"Shit, Hah! I just did not saw you do that P!" KK is shaking her head, laughing.

"I swear K, if you open your mouth I'll make sure that you will nev---" KK immediately zipped her mouth.

"You got it P! Your 'lil secret is safe." KK gave her a mischievous wink.

These two are as mischievous as ever.

Shaking her head, Y/N slips off her sweat-soaked muscle top, revealing only her sports bra. She could see Paige and KK's jaws drop from her peripheral vision. She turned towards them.

"What? "You guys have some saliva here." Y/N pointed to the side of her lip. The two appear to have come to their senses and instantly pretend to do something. Weird. It's as if they're seeing each other for the first time, taking off their clothes. Y/N twisted her hair into a sloppy knot and resumed lifting. She was halfway through lifting when Nika slapped her bum.

"Babe, I need you to braid my hair. Do you have a sec?"

She nodded to Nika and followed her. They walk past the others who were working out, and Y/N couldn't help but notice Paige and the way her biceps and deltoids popped while doing that damn pull up. Get a grip, Miller; you see your teammate doing this on a regular basis. Y/N reprimanded herself.

"So is mine eye enthralled by thy shape," Nika recited dramatically.

Nika came out laughing after noticing Y/N glancing at Paige.

"Don't worry, babe; she gets it a lot. And... Damn, did you just realized she's fine? You have to keep up; you have a home court advantage here." Nika winked. Y/N gave Nika a puzzled glance. It's not that she likes Paige; she just admires the muscles. That is it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." Y/N said making Nika snort.

"Okay, alright. I'm blind, I can't see, must be my poor eyesight."

Y/N endured Nika's teasing while doing her hair; she doesn't want to appear defensive, so she allows her friend and pretends that Nika Muhl seeing her looking at Paige Bueckers didn't affect her.

"Thank you, Baby. "I love the braids." Nika blew her a kiss before they returned to their routines.

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Paige glanced around cautiously before scrolling through her phone. She couldn't afford to repeat the same mistake that had led to her being caught by KK. She wasn't stalking, though; the algorithm following Ice's live had led her to Y/N's tagged photos and edits on Instagram. It was kind of annoying that Y/N was now known for being the "pretty girl" from the team instead of for her talent as a player. Paige had witnessed firsthand how great Y/N was during her time at Stanford. If it weren't for her MCL injury during her second year, she would have been neck and neck with Nika's stats in the last 2022-2023 conference.

"Girly, you are still not done? Man you are really living up to be a stalker ." KK tried to glance at Paige's phone, Paige was quick to hide it.

"I am not!" Paige responded defensively.

"Of course, why stalk when you can see her every day. Home court advantage." KK playfully raised her brows and gestured towards where Y/N is, shooting 3 point shots. Yeah, Paige mused to herself. Paige knows she's got the home court advantage, always playing on familiar turf. Y/N, on the other hand, is a social media ghost, her posts as rare as a shooting star, reserved only for strategic brand alliances. Just like she guards the offensive players on the court, she protects her privacy with the same intensity, keeping her personal life shrouded in mystery.

"You are not gonna like this." KK's gasp breaks the silence, drawing Paige's attention as she leans in, sharing her latest sports article discovery. With rapt interest, they both delve into the words, their silent communion speaking volumes as they absorb every line, lost in the world of sports unfolding before them.

Sports Agent Katherine Taylor-Miller Entangled in New Romance Amidst Divorce

In a whirlwind of events, sports agent Katherine Taylor-Miller finds herself at the center of media attention following news of her divorce from husband Craig Miller. The prominent figure in the sports world, best known for representing basketball star Breanna Stewart, is reportedly embarking on a new romance with Los Angeles' top firm lawyer, Drew Ross.

While Taylor-Miller has remained tight-lipped about the circulating photos online, indicating her involvement with Ross, sources close to the situation confirm that the divorce proceedings are well underway. The couple, who share a daughter, aged 22, are navigating this transition as their family dynamic shifts.

Adding a layer of complexity to the situation, their daughter, a talented athlete in her own right, has been making waves on the collegiate basketball scene. Initially playing for Stanford University during her freshman and sophomore years, she has recently transferred to the University of Connecticut for her junior year, following in the footsteps of her mother's client, Breanna Stewart.

The unfolding saga has captivated both sports enthusiasts and gossip followers alike, as speculation mounts about the implications for Taylor-Miller's career and personal life. As the situation continues to develop, all eyes remain on the high-profile sports agent and her newfound path forward.

Paige's confusion bubbles to the surface in her question. "Wait, so... that is Y/N's mom?"

KK nods solemnly. "Yep. Didn't expect that."

Paige's brow furrows as she scans the article again. "That article is nasty. It was unnecessary to mention, Y/N."

The two exchange a knowing glance before their gaze shifts towards Y/N, who remains blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the tabloids.

KK weighs the options for a moment before nodding resolutely. "Very. She's not gonna like it. Do we tell her?" KK's gaze seeks approval from Paige, who meets it with a shake of her head, silently acknowledging the delicate situation and opting to shield Y/N from unnecessary distress for now. "She'll find out sooner."

KK lets out a low whistle, her disbelief evident in her tone. "Unbelievable. I never thought her mom is Katherine Taylor. That woman was a badass, but yeah, whoever wrote this has some unpaid rent due." Paige nods in agreement, a hint of frustration tainting her expression as they both recognize the injustice of the situation.

The sudden thud startles both Paige and KK. Their heads snap towards the source of the sound, only to find Y/N on the bench-side taking a water break, her hand suspended and her phone on the floor.

"That's what we're talking about."

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Y/N absentmindedly follows her teammates to Subway after they decided to grab some lunch there. Despite the buzz of camaraderie around her, she's lost in her own thoughts, savoring the simple pleasure of a break from today's events. Just as she starts to believe her day couldn't get any better, her world is rocked by the unwelcome intrusion of her parents' divorce being publicized.

Her heart sinks as she grapples with the sudden exposure of her family's private turmoil. Y/N has always been fiercely protective of her personal life, preferring to keep it shielded from prying eyes. The earlier article had already crossed a line, but this latest development feels like a betrayal of trust, a violation of the boundaries she holds sacred. She can't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration at the unnecessary intrusion into her family's affairs, a bitterness that threatens to overshadow the sweetness of her teammates' company.

Y/N finds a glimmer of solace in the silent solidarity of her teammates. As they gather around the table at Subway, not a single word is spoken about the tumultuous news that has shaken her world.

In that moment, Y/N feels a profound gratitude wash over her, a deep appreciation for their unspoken understanding and respect for her boundaries.

"The salad won't eat itself," snapped Paige, jolting Y/N from her deep thoughts. Y/N mechanically took a fork, but her salad remained untouched.

"Eat up, Miller. You need your energy." Paige commandeered the fork and began mixing the salad for Y/N.

"How did you handle it?" Y/N's voice trembled with vulnerability, causing Paige to pause mid-stir.

Paige didn't respond immediately, her mind racing to grasp the depth of Y/N's question. It didn't take long for the realization to sink in—it was about the divorce.

"When your parents divorced? How did you handle it?" Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, a vulnerability she hadn't intended to reveal. Paige felt a pang of empathy twist in her gut. Y/N's question caught her off guard.

"Nevermind," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she wiped away the threatening tears. Determinedly, she finally began to eat her salad, hoping to distract herself from the emotional turmoil of the day.

As she savored each bite, Y/N made a conscious effort to push aside the weight of her parents' divorce. Her phone buzzed incessantly with texts and calls, but she only mustered the strength to respond to her dad via text. All she wanted was for their divorce to be finalized so they could all move forward with their lives.

Her thoughts drifted to the inevitable changes ahead. Her mom and dad would each go their separate ways, free to pursue new relationships if they so chose. While the idea of their family no longer being whole was a painful one, Y/N knew it was time to accept reality.

Above all, she yearned for one simple request: no more articles portraying her solely as her mother's daughter. She was determined to forge her own path, to carve out her own identity separate from her family's legacy.

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"You okay, babe?" Nika asked Y/N, slinging her arm around her shoulders. Y/N responded with her most convincing smile. "I'm fine," she assured Nika, though the skepticism lingered in her friend's nod. "Just so you know, we're here for you, okay?" Nika offered a comforting hug. "Thanks, babe."

As they strolled back to the university after lunch, Nika, Azzi, and Aaliyah had already forged ahead for their afternoon classes, while Paige had disappeared into god knows where. Y/N's afternoon lay open; no classes to attend. She pondered whether to take a stroll around her apartment's neighborhood or indulge in a swim in the pool.

Waving goodbye to her teammates as they reached the university's parking lot, she contemplated driving back home.

Sighing, Y/N parked her car and headed towards her apartment, only to be surprised by a waiting Paige Bueckers holding a pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate fudge ice cream.

"Paige, don't you have a class or something?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige still in her training attire: a UConn Huskies hoodie, basketball jersey shorts, socks, and slides.

Paige handed her the pint without saying anything.

"You asked me how I handled my parents' divorce," Paige shrugged.

"W-well forget it. I didn't mean to ---"

"It was hard. I thought we were a happy family, that they had vows, through thick and thin, for better or worse type of shit. I was angry, wondering what could possibly make them decide they weren't meant for each other. They had me for Christ's sake. It hurt to think that one day they'd meet someone new and start over, and what about me if that happens?" Paige took a deep breath before continuing.

"The good thing is, I was able to understand that it's better to have that divorce than to pretend they're still happy. I saw how happy my father is with his new family, happier than he was with my mother... All I'm trying to say is, whatever you feel in your current situation is valid—all the thoughts running in your head, the what-ifs, they're all valid. You'll come to terms with it soon, just give yourself time to feel it. And don't forget, you have us. It sucks to be a divorce child if you don't have siblings. It's okay, Miller. You can mope, you can lash out, feel it all the way."

Y/N burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, surprising Paige, especially considering they were in a parking lot. Y/N didn't know why the floodgates had opened—was it the news of her parents' divorce? The stress of the article? Or perhaps simply the ice cream? Regardless, she found herself releasing all the pent-up emotions.

"Christ, Miller. I didn't expect you to break down right here," Paige panicked, attempting to pacify her, though Y/N continued crying loudly.

Paige gently grabbed her hand, and together they walked towards Y/N's apartment, Y/N still sobbing loudly.

"People will think I made you cry." Paige said shaking her head.

They entered Y/N's apartment, with Paige leading the way as Y/N was too preoccupied at the moment. Paige settled Y/N on her couch and opened the ice cream she had brought. Y/N accepted it and took a spoonful, still teary-eyed.

Paige looked at her friend in disbelief, finding her oddly cute in this vulnerable state, with red, glistening eyes and puffy cheeks from crying.

They sat in silence, letting the ice cream provide comfort. It worked, as Y/N's tears eventually ceased.

"Thank you, Bueckers. I needed that cry and... the ice cream. How can I ever pay you back?" Y/N leaned her head on Paige's shoulder, grateful it was Paige who knew her favorite ice cream flavor.

Paige pretended to ponder the question. "You don't have to. Just get back to being yourself," she said, gently ruffling Y/N's hair. Y/N sighed in contentment.

"I mean it, though. Thank you for being here. I was resigned to being miserable today," Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude. They exchanged glances, and Paige found herself momentarily lost in Y/N's mesmerizing eyes. There was something about them that drew her in. She quickly looked away, not wanting to get too carried away and do something she shouldn't.

"Yeah, it's nothing. Get yourself together, Miller," Paige replied, more to herself than to Y/N, feeling her ears grow warm.

"Are you okay? You seem... red?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige's flushed cheeks.

"Not as red as you are. You look ugly when you cry, Y/N," Paige remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N stiffened at the comment. This was the first time she had heard Paige address her by her first name. The surprise on Y/N's face caused Paige's brows to furrow.

"What?" Paige asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Nothing, you've never called me by my name before. Or maybe you did, I just didn't hear you," Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay it. She didn't want to make Paige feel awkward.

"I just don't know what to feel hearing it from you. It sounds different," Y/N admitted.

Paige choked on her response, caught off guard by Y/N's vulnerability. This woman will be the death of her one day. -----------------

[kittysarchive]

Stay still, Heeseung

warnings- smut, use of vibrater, slight exhibitionism?, needy reader, car sex, cuming inside, use protection, lmk if i missed any

Fidgeting on the couch, you couldn't stay still as your pussy literally pulsed. Hanging out with your friends and boyfriend, you had been waiting for this movie night!

What made it intense was the vibrater situated in your pussy. Pulsing through you, it was on the third highest setting, and you already felt like you were going to burst.

"The movie just started" Heeseung teased, placing his hands on top of yours, smiling at your friends as they saw this seemingly cute exchange, nodding your head you tried to hide the bucking of your hips. You didn't want to upset Heeseung and you certainly didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your friends.

Easing down your hips, you struggled to pay attention to the movie. Something about a man in a red suit who could never die? You couldn't tell from the way your brain fuzzed. Fuck, why did he have to do this today?

Biting your lip to compress a moan, you were glad this movie was action packed, and with the speakers situated in the room. You were blessed with the loudness. Small moans were able to escape your mouth.

Heeseung toying with the remote, he bumped it up to the highest setting, causing your hips to buck up again, begging for any friction. You knew you would have to exit soon...to pleasure yourself. But you knew Heeseung, you knew you would have to wait until home.

"Stay still baby" He whispered in your ear, the hair on your arms stood up from that small constant. God, you were so needy it was pathetic.

"I can't" You whine quietly, turning your face to his. Your scrunched up face, teeth biting hard on your lips, body slightly squirming from the intense pulsing in your cunt. You couldn't hold it much longer.

"Sorry guys I just realised I have dinner with Y/N's family tonight..." Heeseung piped up through a quote spell. Your friends all groaned but let you go, nonetheless. Saying quick goodbyes, you quickly walked out of the house, nearly running.

"Slow down princess I'm right here" He laughed, catching up to you. Unlocking the car, you both climbed into the back seat.

"That was torture" You cry out, ripping out the vibrater, hoping for Heeseung's cock instead.

"Want the real thing baby?" Heeseung cooed above you, placing you easily onto his lap. You nod your head, hands ready to rip off your clothes. In the dark street, no one to see you...and the possibility to, he was needy for you as well. Unzipping his fly, he didn't bother to shed his clothes as he adjusted his cock, allowing it to spring out. Your pussy soaking, you were ready to take him.

"Please" You cry out, his hold on your hips don't allow you to move. Desperate to fuck him, desperate to ride him, desperate for the real thing, you could hardly wait any longer.

Exchanging no words, he eases you onto his cock. Your wetness easily swallows him up.

"Your so wet....so wet" He sighs out, relishing the feeling of your pussy sliding down his shaft. Feeling your cunt reach his base, you lift your body up, slamming down on his length.

"N-need you Hee" You cry out, hips slamming down back onto his. Lips finding his, they dance. Desperate for each other, your lips hold your passion. Fully clothed, this was your only other avenue of pleasure. Breaking apart form the short and heated kiss, a ling of saliva connects you.

"Don't stop" His head falls back onto the headrest. Feeling your wetness cover his cock, feeling you slam down on him, hearing your pussy squelch, hearing how needy you were for him.... He was going to burst any second.

"Want me to make a mess?" Heeseung drawls out a laugh. With the pleasure becoming to much, with him unable to hold out, of course he couldn't stop the small laugh, an escape from the pain of holding his own pleasure back.

"W-wait" You cry, hips desperate rolling, desperate bucking and desperately slamming down on his poor, needy and ready to release cock. Hearing your command, he bites his own lips, forcing his release to hold off.

"Okay now" You call out, a white haze covers your eyes as you feel his warm seed spurt up inside you.

"holy..." Heeseung doesn't finish his sentence, mouth left open as he feels himself cum inside you, your walls still clench around his soft shaft. Turning his head to the side, he admires the now foggy windows...he sure had a good time.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

26 Ways of Taking You: A for Aphrodisiac

Summary: On a quest to save your little brother, you and your fated companion Dream of the Endless, run into a small problem in Aphrodite's Temple.

Notes: ~2.2k words, GUYS! I finally wrote a fic that wasn't below 500 or above 5,000 words, it just doesn't need any random side characters... or a definitive plot.

Warnings: MDNI - 18+, dubious consent, sex pollen, aphrodisiac (duh), porn without plot, unprotected sex (get tested yearly guys), P in V, no foreplay just straight fucking, Dream is a red flag but he's my red flag. I am willing to die on that hill.

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“A temple of Aphrodite?” You question as you walk through the marbled entrance. The overwhelming smell of roses fills your senses and the honks of swans disappear as you cross into the building.

Morpheus follows closely behind. The drizzle of rain seemingly bounces off his coat and hair leaving him dry like the Sahara. On the other hand, you, the poor human with no otherworldly affiliations, were soaked to the bone. Your light jacket and sundress stuck to your skin until it became itchy and you quickly take off your jacket to dry easier in the momentary shelter. 

You miss the way Morpheus stares at your exposed shoulders and legs. His eyes run up and down your body, to the way the dress sticks to you like a second skin.

“Aphrodite loved Ares, unlike her vowed husband. But such is the game of gods.” Morpheus explains and peels his eyes away from you. 

You lean on a large pillar that supports a large brazier, one of many others. The heat helps you warm up and the shivers slowly leave your body as it dries your clothes. 

“So, Ares is… here?” You say without much confidence.

When the fates set you out on this quest to find your brother, you hadn’t even packed your lunch yet. They just threw you to the wind and then gave you Morpheus as a guide. As for him, it was so “He could get out of the house more” as his older sister has explained it to you. 

So, here you were, soaked in summer rain and sharing conversation with Dream of the Endless on a quest to find your kidnapped brother - all of which happened since this morning. The everything bagel and cream cheese you had for breakfast sat uncomfortably in your stomach, the same stomach that was screaming at you to eat something as your journey had left you to skip the midday meal. 

“Ares is behind this gate created by Aphrodite,” Dream sighs as if he were spelling out the obvious. “Yes, it is a possibility.”

You simply roll your eyes. For someone who is almost infinitely older than you, he certainly didn’t act like it. Feeling warmer and dry you started exploring the temple, running your fingers across the divots in the carved stone much like the climbing ivy that decorated the walls. 

At the end of the temple stood a magnificent statue of Aphrodite herself, wrapped in cloth and her hair flowing in the wind. Beneath her pedestal, you could make out a rectangular outline made out of large roses. 

“Hey! The door!” You exclaim in excitement. As much as you hate to admit it, Morpheus was right. He usually was right but you’d rather keep that comment to yourself, in case the ego inflates any more of his head and he drifts off. Which, would unfortunately leave you on your own to solve these puzzles. 

Morpheus appears behind you, peering over your shoulder at the door. 

“Seems like a hidden mechanism. It would be wise to not touc-”

You press your palm onto the center of the door and it gives away to the pressure of it. 

“You fool!” Morpheus seethes out and you tense. 

It seems like a trap, now that you think about it. With bated breath you wait, slowly inching yourself closer to Morpheus in hopes that the King of Dreams may be able to protect you if something were to go wrong. 

Yet, nothing. 

The door slides back into place, the sound of marble against marble scraping against each other in the otherwise completely quiet sanctuary. The quiet atmosphere stays peaceful for a few seconds but ends when a yelp escapes you when the roses suddenly go into full bloom, the petals giving a “floosh” right in your face, its sweet pollen dusting both of your bodies. You stare wide-eyed at it waiting for anything else to happen. When nothing did, you let out a sigh of relief and turn to Dream with a smile. 

“See, nothing to worry about.” You shrug with your palms facing upwards. The two of you stare back as a golden engraving appears on the door. 

“One from two, enter together.” You read out loud while trying to dust off the shimmering pollen, sneezing when some enter your nose instead. 

Great, a riddle but nothing comes to your mind as you think. Morpheus glares at you still and his eyes drift down to the palm that touched the door. 

“Your hand is glowing,” He states. 

You look down at your open palm and panic. The skin is bright pink and as Morpheus has stated, glowing. You scream at your hand and shake it aggressively. When the glowing still doesn’t reside you scream again and face the palm towards Morpheus’ face and shake it aggressively to grab his attention. 

“Enough,” He commands and grabs your wrist. The grip is stern but it doesn’t hurt and the warmth of his skin calms you down. 

It is now that you realize that the skin doesn’t actually hurt. There’s no burning sensation or pins or needles, nothing. Morpheus takes a closer look at your hand and you can feel the exhale of his breath fanning your palm. It tickles and you try to pull away, but his grip doesn’t relent. 

“What? Do you see something?” You ask, your other hand is clenched in on itself as a way of grounding yourself. 

Morpheus doesn’t entertain you with an answer and instead brings his face closer. A sound that you didn’t know you could produce comes out from your throat as you feel the warm, slick feeling of his tongue on your palm. 

“Wha..mm” Your words fall short and he licks again and a whimper leaves your lips. You look up at him, his eyes are closed as he inhales deeply.

He brings your hand to his cheek and leans into it. When you release your hand and he lets you, you see that your glowing mark has smeared to his cheek. You come in closer, nervous about marking the Endless but he stops you again. He peers at you, all silver gone from his eyes and instead blown pupils pull you deep into their voids. 

His hands find themselves around your waist and you place your hands on his chest to stop him from invading any more of your space. It doesn’t and he advances still. His brooding act doesn’t help with voicing whatever he could possibly be thinking. 

“Hey, what’s gotten into you,” You release a moan at the end when he presses his nose to the junction of your neck. The hot breath released from his mouth had your lower regions start to grow hot and slick. 

When his tongue licks the length of your neck, your fingers grasp desperately at the lapels of his jacket, holding on tight as your knee buckle beneath you. Morpheus smelled like grass after a summer thunderstorm and he stood sturdy like an old oak tree. 

You whisper his name and his grip tightens more, bruising and unforgiving. 

He groans into your neck. “Aphrodisiac.” 

Of course, Aphrodisiac, named after the goddess Aphrodite, the very goddess you are trying to please and solve her riddle. The thought crosses your mind momentarily but it is quickly cut short by Morpheus’ continued administration. The pink stain spreads further on Morpheus, anywhere and everywhere you touch him. Your cheek was pink as well, where he touched yours and markings of his tongue glowed pink as he continued his kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. 

“Oh, gods,” You moan into his hair as he dives deeper towards your chest. Your body is turning hot and you can’t tell if it’s just the aphrodisiac or the way he is touching you. Perhaps it’s neither, perhaps it’s both. Either way, you can’t stop the sounds that escape your lips. 

He presses forward and you step back until your back hits the pedestal and Morpheus’ large frame follows, trapping you between a rock and a harder place. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, hot and heavy and begging to be released. 

With restraint, Morpheus pulls back and pants into your neck. Your own breath was ragged, your tongue felt heavy when you speak. 

“Please,” You whisper, your hands travel down his chest, pink smearing along his black shirt, and cup his erection. 

He looks at you now, eyes peering into your soul asking you if you really did want this. You nod, not trusting your voice for a second time. 

“Say it,” He commands again, his forehead pressed against yours. “Say it,” He whispers in a plea. 

You tip your head up and respond with the strength you have left. “Yes,” You murmur against his lips, barely brushing yours with his own. 

He seals the deal with a kiss and hands once again go to your waist. He grabs you, hoisting you up and your legs immediately wrap themselves around his lean torso. You impatiently grind your heat into his as he dips his hands below your dress line and moves your undergarments to the side. 

It was rushed, it was sloppy and it was nowhere near romantic, yet you’ve never felt so much excitement. No one was near but the peering gaze of the daunting Aphrodite statue made you feel exposed. Morpheus doesn’t bother to warm you up for him and the heat of his cock presses against your cunt. He pushes forward and it stings. Tears swell in your eyes at the intrusion, his cock splitting you open as he sets a rhythmic pace. 

“Forgive me, forgive me,” He chants into your ear but the words fly in one ear and out the other. The pleasure the Dream Lord was giving you more important and present in your mind. 

Your hand reaches into his hair and grabs onto his roots. A groan sings from his throat and you can’t help it when your lips connect to his Adam’s apple. You leave bruising kisses along his neck and continuously feel the vibrations of his moans, each one low and gritty. 

Morpheus felt like he was about to lose his mind if he didn’t quickly finish the two of you off. His body felt like it was on fire and his head pounded in his skull with ideologies of fucking you until you were nothing but a pile of pleasure. When your nails grip his shoulders, he welcomes the pain and bites down on your collarbone to suppress his wanton moans. 

You were too sweet for him, a type of innocence that he didn’t want to taint. Tears well up in his eyes as he realizes that he did it without him even knowing. The aphrodisiac completely consumes the two of you. He loved it, the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist, your grip on his hair, your moans filling the space and echoing around the temple, but were not his to take. 

“More, more, more,” You moan, head thrown back towards the ceiling and he couldn’t deny you the pleasure.

His thrusts become ferocious, slamming into you harder and harder until you were just a babbling mess in front of him. Your words range from his name to curses to simple pleas. The contractions of your cunt spasming around him make him falter for a moment but he presses on. When your orgasm reaches you, your scream is muffled by his open mouth kiss. His thrusts turn sloppy and uneven before he finishes as well and you feel the way his cock pulses within you. His semen drips out of your spent hole and mixes with your release on the polished marble floor. 

Your body deflates as the orgasm finishes and you’re left panting and leaning on Morpheus as your thighs tremble around his waist. The door behind you opens with an ungodly scrapping sound and you look behind you. Lust was still evident in your eyes but you were pulled back to the real world again. 

The aphrodisiac wore off and a blush rose high into your cheeks. You push against Morpheus’ chest not wanting to be in his space, asking him to put you down, but quickly realize that it was a bad idea when your knees buckle and you start to fall. 

Morpheus grabs onto you to steady you and you murmur a thanks, too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes. The aphrodisiac has made you look at Morpheus in a different light, but there were more important matters at hand. You take one steady breath and readjust your underwear and dress, Morpheus releases his grip on your arms as you go to turn towards the open door. 

Beyond the door is nothing but darkness with a slight wind blowing out towards you and the smell of metal and leather comes into your nose. Before you can go, Morpheus’ fingers wrap around your arm again. 

“Should we… talk about it?” He asks in that low voice of his. 

You look back at him, somehow finding the confidence to look at him in the eyes. You find that they are full of adoration and passion that it turns your eyes downwards again. You’ve heard the rumors of what it means to be the lover to Dream of the Endless. It is rainbows and butterflies, the world at the edge of your fingertips, but one wrong move, and you are cast away like you were less than nothing. You think of Nada, Queen of the First People, who is still condemned to Hell for declining his promise to make her queen of the Dreaming. 

It’s too much, you have your brother to save, and there is no room to talk about love. 

“Later,” You say instead. You still need his help and if the promise of ‘later’ keeps him around long enough until the end of your quest, then so be it. 

“Very well. Later,” He repeats then follows you into the realm of Ares.

B for Breeding

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TOWEL TROUBLE!!!

Fushiguro megumi x reader ( 1.3k )

Warnings: English is not my first language, please bear with my ass; I'm trying to improve it by writing for my pookie gumi!!! (Feel free to correct any grammatical mistakes I may have made) (Might delete it later if it flops lol)

A little preview for yall: “wh-what are you doing?” he panics. You smirk slightly. “What? Am I not supposed to hug my own boyfriend?” you move your head from his nape to his shoulder, trying to get a look at him. His cheeks flush crimson and his eyebrows furrow in a cute little scowl, and he’s still staring fixedly at his cupboard.

You and Megumi stumbled into his apartment, both of you soaked from the rain. Today was your date and it was going well until the rain stormed in. You had been at a café and neither of you had an umbrella so you had to run to his place, which was close by. The cozy apartment was a welcome respite from the storm outside.

“Ugh, I hate getting wet” you murmur to yourself as you finish untying your shoe lace; and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Megumi. He gives you a glance and says “you can go have a shower first. I’ll lend you some of my clothes.” Your ears perk up and you go give him a peck on his cheek.

“Thanks a lot gumi!!”

“Yea, it’s nothing” he says while his cheeks show a visible blush of hot pink. You chuckle a bit before running to his bathroom for a warm and peaceful shower.

It hasn’t been long since you both started dating. Say, it’s been a few months and it sure was hard to get this man to open up. Your relationship started when he came sprinting to you one day, assuming the love letter was a confession from you to your other male friend. However, unbeknownst to him, you were actually playing matchmaker and had agreed to deliver the letter on nobara’s behalf.

Nobara had requested that you give the letter to the other guy, but Megumi got hold of it instead and, unaware of the truth, tore it into pieces. You and the other guy were shocked until Megumi confessed that he likes you. You had a good laugh and explained him what actually was happening. He turned red. You still remember his stupid face from that time.

All red and cute.

He apologised to you both and ran away. The next day, you reached out to him and boom! You guys started dating.

Yeah sure, the confession wasn’t the grand, romantic type you’ve imagined, nor did it unfold like a scene from your favourite movie or book. But despite that, you’re grateful as you never expected him to confess his feelings to you first.

It was really slow at first. The shy pinky holds gradually turned into hands intertwined, progressing to gentle hugs. Yes, you both have kissed for 5 times already and you were the one who initiated it because you know that this poor man would go nuts if he had to make a move on you first. He knew that you were a little bold when it comes to these things, and he had zero complaints with it. He’s so shy, you want to bite him to nothing!! (This man is making me go weak in my knees istg.)

You come out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your body, hot steam rising from your skin. 

“Gumi! I’m done showe- OUCH!” the man threw one of his sweatshirts at your face.

“Don’t just come out wearing nothing like that!”

“I’ve got a towel wrapped around me you idiot! And why’d you have to throw this at my face?!” you say while rubbing your poor face. As you regain your composure, your eyes roam around his bare chest showcasing his abs (chap 156 argh I’m so proud of my guy) and a pair of black trousers hanging loosely from his hips not failing to show his V line. You were practically drooling over the marvellous sight in front of you.

“you’re naked too!!” you exclaim.

“What? I’m decent? “.

“Huh? You’re only wearing your pants.” You point at his lower half and pout.

“Whatever, just go and change.” He exhales softly, closing his eyes. He then turns his back to you and closes the door of his cupboard while murmuring a few curse words to himself.

You cheekily sneak up to him, wrap your hands around his waist, and rest your forehead against his nape.

“wh-what are you doing?” he panics.

You smirk slightly. “What? Am I not supposed to hug my own boyfriend?” you move your head from his nape to his shoulder, trying to get a look at him. His cheeks flush crimson and his eyebrows furrow in a cute little scowl, and he’s still staring fixedly at his cupboard.

“Shut up” he mutters.

You smile, your grin growing wider as you tease him. He sighs. “I told you to go and change.” He looks at you, then swiftly turns his head away, avoiding eye contact as he takes in your damp hair and the scent of his body wash radiating from your skin. Your hand slides around the other side of his shoulder, gently coaxing his face back towards you. “But I wanna hug you!!” you whine, pouting.

“Yes,” he breathes, his tone husky as he nods, “yes you can do it after getting changed, yeah?” he says, his voice weakening. You shake your head, “yes, but!” you pout again, giving him your most innocent puppy eyes. You can’t help but feel a little mischievous as you keep him wrapped around your fingers.

“Stop being stubborn.”

“I like to hug you like this!”

“y/n, jus- “

“Do whatever you want! I’m not gonna step back!” you retreat your arms from his shoulders and tighten them around his waist.

With only a towel separating your skins, heat surges through his body as he feels your chest pressed against his bare back.

His head spins, and he’s overcome with a sense of weakness. He feels like he’s going to faint. His head is numb.

He doesn’t know what to do, but his body seems to have developed a mind of his own.

“Whatever I want huh?” he mutters, his voice barely audible. He takes hold of your hands, pinning them against the cupboard on either side if your head as his grip intensifies, your back pressed firmly against the cupboard’s surface.

You look at him with wide shocked eyes.

Your towel slips from the grasp you had (now gone) and you gasp in unison as Megumi’s hand reaches down to steady it (before the disaster). You feel your breath coming in ragged gasps as you look down.

His hand wraps around both of yours, holding captive as his other hand still cradles your dear towel, holding you close. You feel your heart beating wildly, racing at an alarming rate... You’re sure it’s going to burst out if you don’t get your shit together. You feel hot, incredibly hot; like all your senses are heightened. The warmth of his skin, the rush of blood to your head. This man is going to be the death of you.

You gaze up at him, and his cerulean eyes lock onto yours, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You feel your face grow hot as he looks down at your lips, his gaze piercing and intense.

You feel heat creeping up your face. He leans in. You close your eyes. You swear you can hear your heart begging you to set it free so it can go jump off a roof.

He stops when he’s an inch away from your lips, his breath warm against your plush. “If you don’t stop this, I can’t promise where this will lead us” He warns.

Shivers run down your spine again at the sudden change in his demeanor and his deep voice sending a thrill through your entire body. He lingers there for a few seconds and pulls away while a proud smirk paints his face so as to tease the shit out of you.

You flutter your eyes open as your hands move to hold your towel and watch him as he walks into the bathroom, leaving you feeling frustrated and flustered.

“Hmph! asshole” you mutter to yourself.

[im-his-druidess]

🐄🍑☀️🤠

I believe this is the Thicc Man himself, Thomas Hewitt 😌

"Tommy, you are going to have a heatstroke if you don't take a break!" you yelled at the hulking man hauling more junk into the barn.

He had been working since well before the sun came up and worked nonstop until the sun was high in the sky, baking the dirt and the yellow dried grass and anything else unfortunate enough to be in it's path, and you could see how Tommy's clothes were soaked through with sweat. Poor Tommy was always trying his best to be helpful to his family, but you took it upon yourself to make sure that he doesn't get taken advantage of by Monty or Hyott. Tommy glanced up in your direction while wiping his hands off on his dirty apron and you reminded yourself to finish up the laundry.

"Come on now, big guy. Drink some water and sit in the shade with me for a moment," you continued while holding up the glass and flashing him a winning smile. You saw him visibly hesitate, glancing between the barn and you, and you beamed when he began trudging towards you.

[strawberryama]

Hot Springs

sequel to favors

haganezuka x younger, fem! reader

content : content : age gap!!! (early/mid twenties reader. If you arent comfy with that/dont like it, just dont read it), tsundere-ish reader, “good girl,” “princess,” piv, brief cunnilingus, oh no i think i’m in love love with the asshole, hot spring, is??? Someone watching??, mating press, creampie

Minors dni 18+!!

It’d been roughly two weeks since that evening, and things began to pick up in the village. Seems everyone and their mother was in need of a sword, whether it be a replacement or someone looking for their first time sword. Either way, Haganezuka was busy. As was Kanamori, and even the chief. They hardly left their workspaces. All meals were brought to the craftsmen and left outside their respective rooms.

And despite it being a rather peaceful few weeks, ______’s body was so tense. So, on this particular night, she found herself headed off to the steaming hot spring, smile on her face. ______’d been busying herself by deep cleaning the entire estate and even redoing the garden. So the very thought of soaking away all the sweat and grime was heaven on earth to the girl. Relaxing her tight shoulder muscles was merely a bonus when she considered how sweaty she’d gotten over the day’s work.

As she reached the spring, ______ began to skip a bit. She could hear the water and it got her giddy. A huge bath all to herself. Just for her. It’d been like that this entire time everyone was busy. And it seemed that she would be lucky enough for a few more days.

But...actually, her luck had already run out.

When ______ finally got to the clearing she shrieked in surprise and horror. Haganezuka of all people was currently occupying the hot springs. Had she not already found herself staring at him, maybe she would’ve had amble time to run off and pretend the scenario never took place. But when Haganezuka looked over at her, ______’s poor attempt to hide in the bushes failed her.

“I already saw and heard you, idiot. Just come join me.”

He was right. She wasn’t very sly at all. Then again, stealth was never her forte.

______ emerged from the bushes, setting aside her soap and towel. Kicking off her shoes, she looked to Hagnezuka. How kind, she thought noticing he turned away. She took that as a sign to untie and quickly fold her kimono before slipping into the hot water. ______ made sure to be quick as she knew if she wasn’t fast enough Haganezuka would make some comment.

She sank down into the water with a sigh as all the tension in her body seemed to just wash away. Her stiff muscles finally took a sigh of relief, relaxing. Her body already began to feel refreshed as the sweat and dirt disappeared into the spring. ______ removed the pin that held her hair up, placing it on top of her neatly folded clothes. It was the same beautiful hair pin that Haganezuka made her. He didn’t know it since he was so busy, but she wore it every day. It was her favorite gift she’d ever received. She could feel the hard work and concentration that was required to make it. It was probably the nicest item she’d ever received.

“Haganezuka-“

“Hotaru,” he said, cutting her off. He still was turned to face away. Thank the heavens he was, his correction alone had _______ burning up.

“H…Huh?”

“Call me Hotaru like you did that night.”

If she was hot before, ______ was now boiling. She wanted to dive under the water and never reemerge. How could this guy make her so nervous but irritate her so much at the same time?

“F…Fine. Hotaru, you can turn around. I’m in the spring.”

It took him a moment but he turned to face ______, a faint red dusting his own cheeks. But the question was, was it the hot spring or ______ that caused that? His eyes met hers but they were quick to wander so shamelessly - eyeing her chest and the perky nipples that tried to hide below the water.

“H-Hey! What’re you doing?”

“Just looking.”

“Well, stop!”

Haganezuka finally cracked a smirk, leaning in, nearly touching noses with ______. “Hmmm? You saying you aren’t interested anymore?”

“I-I didn’t say that!” ______ reared back a bit, almost offended. She didn’t even truly process what she was admitting to that sly fox of a man did.

“Good. Cause I ain’t gonna give you up to someone like Kanamori. And that kid sure ain’t getting you either.”

“Kotetsu?”

“Yeah. Keeps telling me that if I don’t snatch you up, he’s gonna. Something about being better suited for you.”

______ couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped. Kotetsu was a sweet kid. He’d been the only one not too busy these past few weeks. So, he was often following ______ about during meals and helping send them off to the swordsmen. He was a sweet kid alright. But he was a kid. And not to mention…

“Oi! Don’t laugh!” Haganezuka barked.

“Haha! He’s far from my type. Trust me.”

“Nn? Then what is your type?”

______ felt the heat return to her cheeks as she opened her mouth. “Well…older, for starters; preferably older than me. A man that’s…stubborn but dedicated to his work is nice too. A guy that irritates me to no end and bickers with me; one that mindlessly tracks blood all over the veranda, even if I do have to clean up that big mess.”

With each descriptor, Haganezuka’s smile only grew. He grew closer and closer, eyeing her lips.

“Anything else?”

“A guy that has a thing for wind chimes would be nice, too.”

“Lucky for you, I think I happen to check every single box. Even the wind chimes.”

The shy smile that spread on ______’s face said it all. Haganezuka closed the gap, pulling her into a deep kiss. He was always so heavy and intense compared to _______. When she went in for a soft kiss, he locked their lips together, hands finding and squeezing her waist. He massaged at the skin, beckoning her to straddle his lap.

“Mm,” ______ moaned into Haganezuka’s mouth. She was being swallowed whole it felt like. How did this asshole always know just what to do to? How did she even allow him to sway her this much?

The kiss began to grow needy as Haganezuka’s tongue pushed its way into _____’s mouth. It explored her mouth, hungry for her. His hands on her hips, yanked her closer until her body was flush with his. Haganezuka’s intentions of continuing where they last left off were loud and clear.

But, wait!

______ placed her hands on Haganezuka’s chest, presing back and freeing herself with a gasp. “I needed to bathe. C…Can we…you know?”

That asshole - he quirked an eyebrow, smirk on his lips. “Use your words, princess. Can we what?”

Ugh! Not the ‘princess’…that made her putty in his hands. “C-Can we…continue back at the estate once we get all clean?”

“Oh, you don’t wanna do it here?”

“H-Haganezuka!”

“Hotaru,” he corrected. “It’s okay. You’re a good girl that follows the rules. Nothing wrong with that. You wanna be my good girl from now on, _______?”

If the water wasn’t getting to her, than Hotaru surely was. She could feel how hot her body was. _______ even felt a bit lightheaded. The seductive way he said her name, his thumbs rubbing her hips, it was all so much. “Y…Yeah.”

“Then I suppose we should get this good girl cleaned up,” he whispered against her lips

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“Hotaru!” _______ shrieked suddenly.

Hotaru had shoved ______ right off his lap, pushing her into the water. He couldn’t help the loud laugh that erupted from his chest watching as the tiny girl went under with a splash. The betrayed expression that flashed across her face briefly before she was plunged under by gravity was adorable. Truly, he was in love with that brat.

He knew what was coming though. As soon as _______ popped up from the steaming water, the anger was evident on her face. “Hotaru!!!”

“There’s my girl,” he snickered. “That’s the _______ I know - pissed at me for one thing or another.”

“Haganezuka, Hotaru! I’m gonna kill you!”

Hotaru ignored the empty, angry threats thrown at him one after the other. He reached for the soap _______’d left outside the spring, grinning at her so smug.

“Sure ya are. But why don’t you turn around so I can get your back first.”

The growl that she let out was truly the funniest thing Hotaru’d heard in years. She was always all bark, no bite, such a tsundere brat. Seeing her be all mushy and honest about her feelings sure was cute, but Hotaru had an affinity for when that tiny gal was telling him off. The duality of seeing her so pissed and combative only to have her be puddy in his hands, begging and whining for him, was such a sight to behold. And man oh man, it was hot to Hotaru.

So that word vomit of insults and grumbling that left out of _______’s mouth was music to Hotaru’s ears as he washed her back. He massaged at her shoulders, earning a gentle whimper, cutting off the onslaught. Though, as he moved towards her neck, a moan left her lips and Hotaru grinned.

“Hm?~”

“Nothing..”

Hotaru’s grin turned to a smirk as he stood up, towering over _______. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, testing the waters.

“Haga-“

“Do I need to punish you each time you refer to me incorrectly?”

_______’s body stiffened. Fuck.. “N-No, sir.”

God, that nickname brought visions of that night back to Hotaru. It had him twitching and he could feel heat rising. It was as if he was possessed by his need suddenly as he began to litter ______’s neck with languid kisses.

“Hey! Wh..What happened to cleaning me up?”

Hotaru snickered at this. “You’ll get clean eventually.”

______ turned around immediately, readying to yet again combat the swordsmaker but was met his warm lips upon hers. He hummed into the kiss and ______ could tell that sneaky bastard was smiling. He was all too proud of himself for that one.

Haganezuka grabbed ______ by the waist, pressing her tiny wet body against his large one. He relished in the way ______’s nipples rubbed against his skin, hardening against the cool air as they stood in the spring. It wasn’t everyday he got the bratty little housekeeper’s perfect body all to himself, after all. He grew hard at the sensation, practically shoving his tongue down _______’s throat.

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled as he broke the kiss.

“H..H-Hotaru..!”

He just smirked down to her, watching as she clammed up, cheeks turning red. It was just like that night they shared. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t get lost in the memory once or twice since the evening of lust. Hotaru was ashamed but just the other evening he found himself breathless with ______’s name falling from his lips in a wanton hush. His rough, calloused hand was nothing like what ______’s gentle hands had to feel like about him. The thought would only have him bucking his hips more and more, sloppily thrusting in hopes that maybe his favorite little housekeeper’d stumble in on accident. Then knowing how kind she was, she’d repay him his favor. There was no way she wouldn’t. He knew her too well.

Hotaru returned in full force, grabbing at her hips, pulling her into another overpowering kiss. ______ let out a moan of shock and pleasure, gripping at his biceps. Being pressed so closely, ______ could feel everything. And if this was Hotaru’s plan from the start, god was he doing a damn good job. She’d already abandoned the idea of cleaning up. Her mind was too occupied by the tongue that roamed her mouth and the wet cock that at her naval.

______ didn’t even notice as Hotaru’s hands began to roam about his lover’s wet body as he listened to her soft gasps, longing for more. One hand occupied her breast while the other ventured to an all too familiar territory.

“H..Hotaru,” ______ whimpered as her breath caught in her throat.

He brushed aside her moan and began to roll gentle circles into her clit, feeling how truly wet she already was.

______ threw back her head, holding in a whimper at the jolt of pleasure. How was he good at everything? It wasn’t fair. She looked at Hotaru through her eyelashes and she felt herself grow even wetter. The look of concentrated lust and the slight tinge of red on his cheeks was heavenly. He was a truly perfect being.

If it weren’t for Hotaru taking note of how she snuck little glances at him, he might’ve played with her a bit longer. But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He’d held back for what felt like an eternity.

“God, doll. You didn’t tell me you were this creamy,” he snickered. “On your back. I need you. Now.”

______ hesitated in surprised but quickly nodded. Hotaru was hot when he demanded her pussy like that. She waded over to the edge of the spring before shyly turning to face Hotaru. The look of pure lust and hunger in his eyes was suffocating and intoxicating. ______ didn’t even think twice before hopping up on the edge, looking up at Hotaru as he grinned down at her.

“Lay back. I’ve been dying to taste this pussy for weeks.”

Those vulgar words had ______’s toes curling. But Hotaru wasted no time, grabbing the plush thighs before him, nestling his head between them. He didn’t hesitate even a single second before diving right in.

His tongue immediately took to swirling her clit in circles, making her whine. ______’s breasts heaved as Hotaru’s tongue flicked at her swollen little nub. He was a god. How was one person even this goddamn good at eating pussy? And just when she grew comfy, he’d switch it up.

Those thick fingers ______ remembered so well returned to her aching cunt, two slowly slipping in. The stretch was like a warm drink of water after being out in the cold, flooding her senses. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, welcoming the burn of being stretched out.

They both missed this. They’d wanted this for weeks. They’d needed it. And they finally got it. _______’s fingers were no where near as good as Hotaru’s. They weren’t long enough, and no where thick enough. And Hotaru…he craved her body more than he craved air. He was like a starved man, finally eating for the first time in a week.

“Oh my god, Hotaru!” she gasped in pure ecstasy. “Just like that! Thank you, sir!”

Hotaru grunted before beginning to suck on her clit. He felt her thighs trembling and he hummed, sending a vibration to her core. His goal wasn’t to make her cum just yet, it was to get that pussy nice and wet for his cock.

His fingers curled up every few thrusts, sending ______ into a frenzy. It was the spot that drove her crazy but the inconsistency of it being rubbed against left her craving more. She grew needy, whining loudly.

“‘Taruuuu!!”

“Yes, baby?~”

He knew exactly what she was bitching about. But he wasn’t about to give it to her. Not right now.

“Stop teasing me!” ______ complained.

Hotaru smirked, pulling his fingers out completely. He stood up, looking down on her as he sucked his fingers clean. “With pleasure.”

______ gasped as Hotaru began to fist his fat cock right before her, a sadistic glint in his eyes. He brought the tip to her cunt, rubbing up and down to get his dick nice and slick with her precum.

“Just like you asked, princess. No more teasing,” he snickered.

Hotaru then began to sink his girthy cock into her tight cunt. He hissed as he guided it in, her hole being far tighter than he anticipated. Which meant ______ was gasping, digging her nails into his biceps as he slowly pushed in.

The pair gasped and groaned until Hotaru bottomed out, his hands on either side of ______’s head holding him up.

“Shit….you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed.

______, on the other hand, wasn’t fairing any better. Painful tears lined her eyes as she continued to take shallow breaths. Her nails still bit at Hotaru’s biceps and she gnawed on her lip. “You’re…too big, idiot,” she gasped.

Hotaru couldn’t even be mad at her calling him an idiot. ______ was taking the brunt of the discomfort and had every right to deal with it how she needed to. But the sooner she relaxed, the sooner they both were better off.

Hotaru gently ran his hand up and down her thigh, trying to soothe her. He, admittedly, wasn’t great at comforting others. He’d clam up and always say the wrong thing when he was trying to hard. So, he tried to pick his words very carefully.

“Hey, look at me, princess..”

His hand continued to run up and down her thigh as she looked up at him through a pained pouted.

“Good girl..you’re doing so good,” he whispered. His free hand cradled her cheek, thumb brushing away any tears. “Take your time. I’m right here for you.”

Looking up at Hotaru, ______ melted a bit. The tension and pain eased a bit as she tried to relax. Hotaru was never this kind to her. He was brash, a pervert, and got on her last nerve. Feeling his warm hands comfort her while he tried to offer support was a new feeling. It was a feeling that she would never forget. Not anytime soon at least.

As she looked into his eyes, ______ could see herself falling more and more in love. She was coming to recognize these feelings that she had weren’t fleeting. They were going no where. ______ was deeply in love with this grumpy sword maker. Her breathing hitched and she slowly let go of his biceps.

“‘Taru,” she said quietly as she reached out and took his face in her hands.

“You doing okay..?”

______ nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “I…I’m okay. You can move.”

Hotaru hesitated but looked down at her. Eventually, he nodded and pulled his hips back slowly. Hotaru couldn’t fight the guttural moan that left his throat as he pulled almost entirely out and then pushed back in fully. He watched as ______ gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Yeah, that feel good?” he snickered.

______ bit her lip, nodding up at him. She looked so fucking erotic to him without even trying. With her arms wrapping around his neck, Hotaru had an amazing view of her body. With every thrust he watched as her tits jiggled, almost as if they were taunting him. He desperately wanted to suck and drool all over them, but he didn’t want to overstimulate his lover too much just yet.

Hotaru very gently took her by the back of the thighs, pushing her knees to her chest. He grunted as he pushed in, going just a bit deeper in this position. He watched as ______’s eyes rolled back and she let out a soft moan.

“Yeah?~ Does the princess like how deep I’m in her pussy?”

______ whined, turning her head to look away. “D-Don’t say stuff like that! It’s dirty!”

He couldn’t even try to hold in the scoff he let out. If she thought that was dirty, she was in for a rude awakening.

“That’s not dirty, ______. Dirty is telling you : this tight pussy is all I’ve thought about for weeks. Every night, I fisted my dick, thinking about it. Dirty is telling you : I wanna breed you and watch the cum leak out of your sloppy little hole. Dirty is-!”

“Okay, okay! I get it! Stop!!” ______ shrieked, scrunching her eyes shut in embarrassment. Her entire face had turned bright red. Her hands covered her face, trying to hide from Haganezuka’s lustful gaze as his hips sped up.

“Oh, yeah? You get it? Then why don’t you say something dirty. Then, I’ll stop talking about this tight, hot cunt. Hm?”

______ eyes went wide and she found herself struggling to make eye contact again. Hotaru took her hands from her face, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Meanwhile his other hand grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

______ swallowed thickly, trying to think of something. She had to push down her pride and delve into the depraved part of her that existed somewhere deep in her. She needed to say something, anything! Hotaru was just staring at her with those eyes and that smirk that sent her wild.

“I’m waiting.~”

She scrunched her eyes shut again so she didn’t have to look at him as she spoke softly, “Y…Your cock…is so big…i-it feels like it’s tearing me apart…”

……

To her horror, Hotaru slowed his hips. ______ opened her eyes, mortified thinking she said the wrong thing. But Hotaru seemed to have other plans.

He let go over her jaw and wrists, hands returning to the back of her thighs. With a renewed vigor, he began to pound into her. His hips slapped against hers with such force each time that she felt it with her whole body. She gasped and cried out with every thrust. Haganezuka was putting a good deal of weight behind every thrust, slamming his cock against her cervix.

“Fuuuck, ______,” Hotaru moaned finally. His grip on her thighs became bruising as his hips slammed into hers. “Such a…good…girl…!”

Hotaru grunted with every wet slap of his hips and balls, each becoming more primal than the last. The noises that he made overshadowed the distant rustling of leaves in the night. It overshadowed the trickle of water from the springs. But it became a sweet symphony along side that gasps and moans that left ______’s lips.

“Ho! Ta! Ru!” she cried between thrusts. Her eyes began to roll back and her mouth hung open as she gasped for air.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You, sir!”

“Louder! Who owns this tight, little cunt?”

“You, Hotaru!!” ______ yelled. Her hands flew to his back, clawing at his shoulder blades as his thrusts became erratic. Her tight cunt clenched about him, unable to take it anymore.

Hotaru was getting closer and closer. He was near feral with how he was using ______’s body. Each thrust nearly sent him over the edge. And when he felt ______’s pussy clamp down on him, he knew it was the final push.

Without warning, Hotaru’s hips slammed into ______’s one final time. His hot, sticky cum filled her up, as he groaned. He fought the urge to collapse on top of her as he knew she was far more fragile and spent than he probably was.

But when Hotaru slid out of ______, he couldn’t help the moan that slipped his lips, his head falling back.

“God,” he panted, watching the cum leak out of her. He couldn’t help himself as he began to push it right back. Though it seemed that _______ was a bit too sensitive for that at the moment seeing as she tried to close her legs.

“Ah, ah! You let me push it back in,” he chided weakly. And while she whined, ______ allowed it. “Good girl.”

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It took a while but the couple did get cleaned up. They relaxed in the hot spring, Hotaru’s arm around ______.

“I’m exhausted because of you, you asshole,” she whined.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll carry you back if I gotta.”

______ huffed and pouted but seemed to accept that as a solution. She cuddled up to Hotaru’s chest, relishing in the hot water for a bit longer.

Due to how tired she was, ______ missed it but Hotaru sure didn’t. There was a slight rustling from the near by bushes in the forest. It could’ve easily been marked off as an animal or the wind. It probably was. But it was enough of a noise and late enough at night that Hotaru made sure to make a mental note. Just to be safe.

When the time came to head back, true to his word, Hotaru piggybacked his new girlfriend back to the estate. He was cautious from the noise earlier but it seemed…it was no threat. At least not to him.

And he’d like to keep it that way

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Optional pt 3