#shirt collar literally in his mouth - so checked out

[f1-stuff]

Abu Dhabi GP '24 // Post Race Press Con

"I can just tell you that I did I get emotional at some point today... It's a feeling that I save to myself and for my team, and, uh- yeah... Up until today, there was too much of a job to do, too much of a thing to fight for, so your brain doesn't allow you to get emotional... But today, there were moments that I got emotional and, luckily, you guys didn't get to see it."

[mihii-i]

Hear me out! Capitano but we're his wife and his honkers are so fat that the button of his shirt pops off, hits the glass of wine we're drinking at a party and shatters it

taut.

Pairings: capitano x fem!reader

CW: suggestive sfw, female reader, very short fic cause idk how I’d make this long, crackfic, man boobies, tits knockers double d’s fun bags hooters chest puppies boobs melons jubilees chesticles mammaries milk jugs big breasts shoulder boulders on ur chest, written by a sleepy author, not proofread.

A/N: ykw hell yea this is gonna be so fun to write the night before school- also I think I lost a few followers so who was it please come forward 🕯️

Busy waves of people swarmed along the floors of the party from every corner in streams of crammed traffic, making you uncomfortably hunch your shoulders inward to squeeze through the pouring crowd. Your lips stretched in a discontented line as the corners of your mouth remained somewhat open to hiss in intakes of air to remedy the discomfort provided by the swarms of people, hands raised above the forward as you squeezed through with two polished wine glasses held in both hands.

The struggle to reach your husband patiently awaiting you finally broke through as you coughed out upon being freed from the claustrophobic crowd, successfully holding up both wine glasses in your hands without spilling a drop. Slowly, you made your way over to Capitano, standing upright with his signature steel helmet framed over his face as the light shone along the metal fixtures.

He let out a swift chuckle at your disgruntled state, voice muffled and low through the echo of his mask as you quickly passed his glass to him. “Not a word.” You warned in a hushed voice, fully aware of your disheveled hair and dress as your husband leaned along the counter. Capitano’s broad hands took a hold of the glass, jet black hair spilling down his shoulders and gently hovering beside the shining glass.

As if you were eyeing him sip his alcohol while you drank yours, you couldn’t help but take notice of how well put together your husband really was at this moment, feeling your face heat up quite a bit upon taking in his appearance.

Capitano looked off into the distance in his own thoughts as he grasped the glass so elegantly in his palm held up at an angle away from him, swirling the glass idly. The way he stood, leaning against the bar of the corner you were both situated in in well suited black trousers, belt adorned around his waist tightly as it led up to a tucked in collared white shirt buttoned up along the midsection of his torso.

The fabric creased at every tone of his defined body, folding in a taut tension along the button holding together both sides of his shirt. As it wasn’t too hard to tell, that button was holding on for dear life as it pulled in both sides of his shirt along his wide chest with every bit of strength it could withstand. Quite frankly, you couldn’t tear your eyes off the man’s chest, questioning whether you were the one who needed to wear a bra at this point. Capitano looked over to your hyper fixated gaze, quizzically tilting his head slightly in inquiry of his wife’s state.

“Dear, is everything alright?”

“Yup…just don’t worry about it. Spaced out for a second..”

He shrugged at your response, internally smiling at your usual responses to his miniature check ups on you. However, everything shattered around you when you thought it would be safe to tear your eyes off of his body. Literally.

As soon as Capitano rolled his shoulders back as a simple stretch, a flicking pop of fabric bellowed in your ears as if it was in slow motion, not giving you a second to think as the button of his shirt practically fired off his chest and slammed into the wine glass in your hand in moments. Alarmed, the side shattering made you drop the wine glass to the ground, turning nearly everyone’s heads toward both you and your husband.

Capitano, despite having just had his shirt ripped apart and chest out in the open, quickly rushed over to your side to make sure you weren’t hurt. Examining your skin for cuts from the glass, he took your hand gently, your eyes slowly flickering over to him. And then of course, everyone else in the crowd’s gaze locked onto the two of you. Glancing back down at Capitano’s chest, you swallowed nervously, brushing your palm along his elbow in sheer embarrassment as you attempted to shield both of your braces while heading out of the party silently.

Welp. Guess you should probably buy him a shirt with a larger bust measurement next time.

A/N: why do I choose to write these fics at night I’m so sleepy chat please restrain me I’m so tired I love mango I want mango mango mango mango mango

Gn ily guys don’t wake me up for the next 6 hours please

[sturnsdarling]

boyfriend

{insp by @sturnioz au} smartand'mean'!reader goes to one of fratboy!matt's freshers parties, and has a run in with a boy that doesn't end well.

vibe check: violence, angsty vibes, nasty frat boy grabs reader by the face, fluff, protective!matt, aggressive!reader, descriptions of blood and fighting etc, smoking

1.3k words

A/N: this idea is based on this post that I saw. literally foaming at the mouth over this dude, they are THEM. also can you tell i have a thing for boys who will beat people up for you? yeah.

love and cigs, merc

The music was thumping against your skull, crowds of people around you as you moved your way through the party. Matt had called you about ten minutes ago, drunkenly telling you that he missed you and needed to see you, and after a good five minutes of calling him cringe and bullying him lovingly, you made your way to the house.

It was freshers week, so there was party every night at Matts frat, hoards of new, fresh eyed faces just waiting to be corrupted by the imfamous Sturniolo frat. It was awful, and not your scene at all, but part of being Matt's girl was participating in frat culture, even the bits you hated.

"hey, sexy, where you goin?" speaking of things you hated...a wide eyed fresher grabbed your wrist, pulling your attention away from the entrance to the kitchen.

You turned back to face the boy, brows furrowed in disgust, "not interested, dude, fuck off" you spat, pulling your wrist from his grip and attempting to walk away.

He was relentless, and shuffled after you, quickly stepping in your path and blocking your view of the kitchen. He cooed, grabbing your hands in his.

"don't be like that, baby, you're too pretty to be mean" He said, peppering touches up and down your arm.

you squirmed, pushing him off you with a groan, "I said, I'm not fuckin' interested" you repeated yourself as he stumbled backwards.

The boy chuckled, pressing his tongue to his teeth as a white hot rage of rejection washed over him. He came forward, grabbing your face in his fingers and squishing your cheeks together, his face inches from yours. Your hand came to his wrist immediately, trying to pry his gross fingers from your face.

"you fuckin' bitch, think you can touch me? embarrass me in front of everyone, no wonder you're here alone" He said, his breath hot on your face.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw Matt, charging through the crowds of people to get to you. A smug smile formed on your squished face as you looked back to the pig in your eye line, "actually, asshole, I'm here to see my boyfriend" you said, words muffled through your teeth.

"boyfriend, huh? who's that then?" The boy chuckled.

"me" Matt spat from behind the boy, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him down onto the floor with brute force.

Before he could even attempt to get up and fight back, Matt was holding him by his collar just above the floor, feet on either side of his hips, pummelling down into him, mercilessly clocking him across the jaw over and over again. The boys blood was splattered across the hard wood floor, and everyone at the party had formed a circle around the three of you.

You took a few steps back, shaking the feeling of disgust out your brain as you felt two large hands grab you by the shoulders from behind. You flinched, but as you turned, you were met with the deadpan face, but concerned eyes of Chris.

"you okay, kid?" He said, nodding slightly.

you nodded in response, "I'm alright" you said, following his movement as he ushered you behind him.

Matt was still going, he had lifted the boy up by his shirt, holding him inches from his face, "not so big now, are ya? puttin' your hands on my fuckin girl-" Matt was cut off by a swift punch to the face from the boy, the whole crowd reacting in sync

You inched forward instinctively, but Chris held an arm out to stop you, shaking his head, you reluctantly listened and stayed put.

Matt laughed, blood pooling out his nose and down into his mouth. Matt moved his hands up to the back of the boys head, raised his leg at an angle, and cracked the bridge of his nose off the corner of his knee.

The boy hit the floor with a thud, and was out cold almost immediately. Matt didn't stop, he laid a swift kick into the boys rib cage, and spat the pooled blood in his mouth down at the limp freshers body. The whole room was silent, the only sound being the heavy breaths of Matt, and a few small whispers about how insane he is.

"fuckin' freak" he said through gritted teeth,

Matt looked up from the boy and took in the sight around him, the entire party all gawking at him like he was a derranged animal. His eyes found yours instantly, a wave of relief washing over him as he saw you stood with Chris.

"take this as a warning to everyone in this fuckin' house" Matt yelled, turning as he spoke, "that girl..." he pointed to you with his ring covered, bloodied hand, "is mine... and if you touch her...well" he paused, looking down to the boy who was just about gaining consciousness on the floor. Matt grinned, baring his bloodied teeth to the room and gesturing with his arm down to the boy.

You moved out from next to Chris and strode over to Matt, wrapping your arms round his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His hands found your face immediately, pulling you deeper into him as he ignored the burning pain of your face pressed against his bleeding nose, your warm kiss acting as a soothing balm to his burning anger.

you and Matt were on the curb, after being instructed by Chris to go cool off.

Matt took a long drag of his cigarette, dried blood covering the bottom half of his face as his bruised knuckles bent on their hinges, his long, slender fingers holding the straight between them. You were leant on his shoulder, a cigarette hanging from your lips as you attempted to decompress.

"they all think you're insane now" you muttered.

Matt chuckled in response, shaking his head, "I don't give a fuck what they think", he turned to look down at you.

you shifted your head on his shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes, "do you think i'm insane?" Matt asked with a cocked brow.

you smiled, laughing softly, "yeah" Matts eyes widened slightly as he toked his cig, "but I like it" you added, leaning up to him as he pulled the straight from his mouth.

You captured his lips in a kiss, his cigarette smoke filling your mouth as you pressed your tongue against his. He let out a small groan, mostly of pain but also of pleasure, reeling in the way your mouth felt against his. You pulled away with a breathy chuckle, keeping his eye contact as you took a drag of your cig.

His eyes flitted between yours, slightly bloodshot and fluttery. You couldn't help but smile, he was so beautiful, even (especially) with a split nose and bloodied face.

"so" he grinned menacingly, "boyfriend, huh?" his tone was teasing, but his heart did a little flutter as he spoke the word.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, looking away from him, "you're ridiculous"

"you're the one that said it, not me" Matt taunted, watching your side profile as it was illuminated by the butt of your cigarette, refusing to indulge him in the satisfaction.

You were so beautiful, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and he meant what he said at the party and a thousand times before, you were his.

"hey" Matt said, placing a finger under your chin and moving your face to lock eyes with him, "I can be your boyfriend" Matt smirked, his words soft, "if you'll let me"

A small smile formed on your face, your eyes flitting between his in a triangle between his lips and piercing blue iris', you bit down on your bottom lip, "okay" you nodded slightly.

"yeah?" Matt beamed, raising his brows slightly.

"yeah" you nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

Matts eyes fell to your lips and in an instant, your mouth was pressed against his once more. Your tongues pressing and pushing against one-another's desperately as he pulled you up and onto his lap.

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[gingerteafairy]

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲, 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 (𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗳𝗳𝘀 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿)

@ikkyfics you match my freak, ily. masterlist

The Maximoffs are chaotic, over-caffeinated tornados. But when they work together? Trouble.

tags n warnings: smut, mdni, therapist!reader, threesome, DUBCON, language, praise/degradation kink, blowjob, cheating, power use, semi public sex (office), p.e., fingering, cum eating, porn with plot, roleplay, dumbification. word count: 3.7k.

"Alright, let's try this again. Why are you here?" you asked once more, crossing your legs to steady your notebook as you prepared to take notes.

You checked the clock, fifteen minutes passed and those two didn't even say a word about the occurrence. They exchanged a glare filled with mutual disdain before shifting their eyes toward you.

"This guy is literally stealing my life!" Pietro burst out, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Oh, come on! Everyone knows I’m the better Quicksilver. Stop whining, loser." Peter rolled his eyes and crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

"Seriously, dude? You couldn’t come up with any other powers?" Pietro shot back, leaning forward slightly.

"Oh, you idiot. You’re so jealous you even stole my name." Peter jabbed a finger toward Pietro, who immediately swatted his hand away.

"Funny coming from a kleptomaniac," Pietro sneered.

Peter's mouth fell open before he let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh. "At least I didn’t commit identity theft. You literally just translated my name. PI-E-TRO."

"Okay, patriot. Your mom liked the idea when I found out she was pregnant," Pietro mocked, arching an eyebrow. Peter clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around his own arms.

"That’s rich coming from you. Speed’s the one thing you’re actually good at, huh?" Peter shot back. “Can’t last longer than 3 seconds at this speed, right?”

That was the last straw. Pietro lost his temper, grabbing Peter by the collar of his shirt.

"You son of a—!"

"Enough!" you sighed, raising your voice a little louder than what was considered professional for a therapist. Taking a deep breath, you straightened your posture and forced a composed, professional smile.

"Now, let’s try this again. Why exactly did you two end up in the police station and get court-ordered to attend these therapy sessions?"

The two Maximoffs tensed at the question, shifting stiffly in their seats on the couch. Though their posture became slightly more formal, their glares and barely contained anger made it clear they’d rather be anywhere but here. A tense silence settled between them as they avoided eye contact, suddenly very interested in every insignificant detail of the office—except for each other.

"Peter?" you called out.

He jerked his head up, looking startled, sniffed, and rubbed his forehead.

"Do I gotta go first?" he groaned, scrunching up his nose like the idea physically pained him.

"You always do when it comes to women," Pietro chuckled, winking at Peter with a mocking charm.

Peter stiffened, his fingers twitching like he was fighting the urge to lunge, but he held back, inhaling sharply through his nose.

"Alright… so, uh… you know how me and Pietro are both, like… fast?" He gestured vaguely, his words dragging like he was stalling. "We kinda… got the same powers, so…"

"We decided to race," Pietro cut in, crossing his arms and leaning back like he wasn’t slightly embarrassed admitting it out loud. "For the record—I won."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Peter muttered, his foot tapping so fast against the floor that the whole damn room vibrated.

"Aw, what’s wrong? You mad ‘cause you lost?" Pietro grinned, his voice teasing as he pouted to him.

You shot him a sharp look. He immediately put his hands up. "Alright, alright. My bad."

You exhaled, shifting in your seat. "Okay… Pietro, do you feel like Peter copies you?"

The answer was obvious, but honestly? You were still figuring out how to handle this. This was your first time counseling mutants, and these two? They were like a chaotic, over-caffeinated tornado. But you couldn’t deny it—it was kind of cool.

"Do I feel like he copies me?" Pietro scoffed, tossing his hands up. "Uh, yeah. Dude wants everything I got. My name, my powers, my fights, my women—"

"Wait—women?" you blinked, trying to absorb the nonsense.

"This idiot stole my girlfriend," Pietro accused, pouting his thumb to his side.Peter smirked, then tried (and failed) to hide it behind his hand.

"Peter, is that true?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn’t know she was his girlfriend!" Peter defended, throwing his hands up. "She just ran up, kissed me, and said she always wanted to make out with a Quicksilver." He shrugged. "I mean… kinda funny the whore knowing who's the original."

"And how did that make you feel, Pietro?" you asked, settling back into your chair.

Pietro rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Pfft. Annoyed? But, like—not surprised. Typical little thief behavior."

"I don’t steal anymore!" Peter shot back, smacking his hands against the couch.

"Yeah, but you’re still an idiot."

"Guys, please," you interjected, setting your notebook aside with your lecture glasses. "Look, I’m gonna be real with you. You two? You're some of the coolest mutants out there. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a runner—like, badly. But more than that? I always thought it'd be awesome to see you working together instead of trying to one-up each other. Don’t you think you could take down way more bad guys as a team?"

Unprofessional? Oh, absolutely. But these two were far from typical patients, and something told you this was the best approach.

And, shockingly—it worked.

Peter blinked. Then he let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a crooked grin. "Damn. That was kinda… deep."

"Yeah, uh… wow," Pietro muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "That’s… real different." He exhaled, rocking forward slightly. "Alright, fine. We’ll try to cooperate."

"Yeah. We will," Peter agreed, eyes flickering with something serious for the first time all session.

You smiled, feeling like you might have actually made some progress with the Maximoffs. Which was saying something, considering they’d already burned through four therapists—one of whom straight-up retired after dealing with them. You weren’t exactly sure what worked, but you had a feeling it had something to do with the fact that, deep down, you admired them. Unlike the others, who had only met their sarcasm with eye rolls and thinly veiled contempt.

"I wanna add something to that agreement," Pietro suddenly announced, raising a hand like he was in a classroom.

That actually caught you off guard. Was he… taking initiative?

"Uh—sure, Pietro. Go ahead. This is a safe space," you replied, lacing your fingers together in your lap like a proper professional.

"Yeah, just one thing—no more stealing other people’s girlfriends," he said flatly.

Peter groaned dramatically, throwing himself across the couch. "Dude, get over it already, for the love of God!" He whined, raking his fingers through his silver hair.

"What? Look, I think the therapist is hot, you probably think she’s hot—so you’re not gonna be with her," Pietro said, his voice dropping into something almost threatening.

Peter sat up instantly, staring him down. "No, I’m gonna be with her."

Pietro stood.

Peter stood.

And just like that, they were squared off like two boxers in a ring.

"I’m not gonna be with anyone!" you cut in, standing up too. "Jesus, every time I think we’re making progress, you two find a way to completely derail it!"

"Sorry. I’ll behave," Peter mumbled, looking down like a scolded kid.

"Yeah… my bad," Pietro sighed, hands resting on his hips. He hesitated before adding, "But, uh… what do you think of me—I mean, uh, us?"

"I think I can’t do this. It’s not professional," you said firmly, crossing your arms.

"But what if… I dunno… hypothetically—you could?" Peter murmured, raising an eyebrow at you.

And for a split second, the idea made you waver.

You clicked your tongue, scanning the room as if searching for an escape. "I’m referring you both to another professional," you declared, already walking toward your desk to grab your phone.

"What?! Why?" Peter practically whined, stepping into your personal space, lips curving into an exaggerated pout.

You sighed, setting your phone down again and pressing your fingers to your temples. "Because. When a therapist develops feelings for a patient that cross professional boundaries, they’re supposed to step away. Bringing emotions into it? That can cloud judgment. And that’s not something I’m willing to risk."

For a moment, that seemed to convince him. Maybe even you. But then you remembered something.

When the two Maximoffs worked together?

That meant trouble.

"So… you do feel something for us?" Pietro finally broke the silence, his eyes locked onto yours, dead serious.

Your breath hitched. You clenched your fists at your sides, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "Look… admiration is easily confused for lust. It happens all the time—it’s just part of the whole messy spectrum of human emotions."

"Lust?" Peter echoed, one eyebrow shooting up.

You swallowed hard, rolling your shoulders in a weak attempt to shake off the tension.

"Yeah," you repeated, forcing your voice to stay steady. "Which is exactly why I’m giving you two options—either you leave now before this turns into a complete disaster, or you stay and we pretend to make progress for the next 35 minutes so no one gets suspicious."

Pietro tilted his head slightly, his smirk lazy. "No one has to know, doc," he murmured, stepping in closer until he was at your right side. "Unless you tell them."

"There’s, like, patient confidentiality, right?" Peter added smoothly, sliding into place on your left.

Your heart pounded so hard you swore they could hear it. The proximity of your two favorite mutants—two men you’d admired for years—was making your head spin.

"Y-Yeah… there is," you admitted, barely above a whisper. You were trying so hard to keep it together, to act professional, to not look like some desperate needy woman.

"This is a safe space," Pietro teased, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "So go ahead, doc," he murmured, thumb brushing lightly against the curve of your jaw. "Say whatever you want."

Your gaze flickered to the clock on the wall, grasping for anything to ground yourself. "There’s still… 35 minutes left in this session,"

Peter grinned, his hand pressing against the small of your back. "Perfect," he mused. "That’s plenty of time. We’re fast, aren’t we, Pietro?"

"More than enough," Pietro agreed.

Then, he gently tilted your face toward him, his voice dipping lower. "So… what’s bothering you, doc?"

"Nothing," you exhaled, heart hammering, body betraying you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move his hand away. "This session is about you two, not me."

Peter tsked, shaking his head. "See, that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart." His fingers curled under your chin, tugging your gaze toward him instead. "This session? It’s all about you."

Your breath hitched.

"Tell me something," Peter continued, voice dropping into something warm and coaxing. "You see a therapist?"

Your lips parted, but no sound came out at first. Finally, you whispered, "No…"

A slow, satisfied grin spread across Peter’s face.

"Then this is your chance to let it all out," he murmured, pressing his thumbs lightly into your cheeks. "You're so damn pretty, doc… but you look so stressed. Tell us what you really want."

Your pulse spiked—this was getting out of hand.You pulled away abruptly, stepping back, heading straight for the door.But before you could even reach the handle—

A gust of wind rushed past you.

Pietro was already there, blocking your way.

And another burst of air—Peter had already found the key, twirling it between his fingers before shoving it deep into his pocket. Your stomach flipped as the undesired heat rushed on your core.

"Avoidant behavior isn’t healthy, doc," Pietro teased, smirking. His voice was drenched in that same mix of sarcasm and effortless flirtation.

"Pietro… Peter… please," you whispered. “I won't send you to any other therapist, okay? Just… let me out, huh?”

Peter shook his head, giving you a slow, knowing look. "Nah." He tilted his head, eyes gleaming.

"This session ends," he said smoothly, "when you tell us how you really feel about us, doc. So sit down and relax, you're not going anywhere without proper care.”

You had no options. They were mutants.So, you did the only thing you could do—you walked toward your armchair, ready to sit down and say whatever was necessary to get through this.

But Peter had other plans.

"Uh-uh," he interrupted, shaking his head as he pointed to the couch. "Sofa."

You hesitated, but ultimately obeyed, sinking down between them.

"Good girl," Peter hummed, flashing a smirk as they settled in close on either side of you. "Now… what’s been bothering you?"

Your throat felt tight. You couldn’t look at them, so you fixed your stare on the floor instead.Then, you felt Pietro’s hands on your shoulders. A slow, deliberate massage. Firm fingers kneading into your tension.

"You’re so tense…" he murmured, pressing a little harder. A quiet, unbidden grunt slipped from your lips.

"Running from your feelings is only gonna make things worse," he added, voice low and knowing.

"I… I’m uncomfortable with this," you lied, though your body was betraying you completely—shoulders loosening under his touch, breath steadying, eyes fluttering half-shut.

They noticed. Peter reached for your hands, his touch light but insistent.

"You need to relax," he said gently, voice laced with something syrupy—something coaxing.And damn it, this was relaxing. You’d been working so hard for so long—maybe you did deserve this.

“You seem hurt. Can you tell me where it hurts, doc?”

And somehow, your body listened. Your head nodded all on its own. Peter smirked, palming his hand on your forehead. “Is it here?”

“No…" you murmured, looking between them, eyes soft.

“Uhmm…I see…” he muttered, snaking his hand to your throat, giving a gentle grip that crept a sigh out of you. “Nah… that's not the right place. Should i keep exploring?”

Your body trembled for a moment, but then—slowly—you let yourself sink into the plush cushions, head tilting back, breath evening out.

He kept exploring from your collarbone, shoulders, arms, chest and finally to your belly, just at the hem of your skirt, where he paused and your brows knit together, not wanting them to stop.

“Oh… is it here?” He cooed, his fingers entering on the fabric, playing and testing the softness of the skin.

“No, it's…” you swallowed, regretting telling it, but it was so good. “It's lower…”

Two pairs of sharp eyes watched you, studying every shift, every exhale. Peter licked his lips and unzipped your skirt, downing it, watching you toss it to the ground.

“I know how to make this pain go away, doc,” Pietro smirked, leaving your shoulders and palming the soft flesh of your inner thigh, approaching the heat. He sides your panties, chuckling at the glistening spot. “Look, Peter. Our doc is suffering so much, we need to do something.”

Peter nodded, biting his lip as his cock felt painful on his pants by the sight of your clit getting moist by Pietro's fingers wet with your arousal, massaging the spot.

You shutted your eyes, grinding on his finger light touch to get more pressure. He chuckled, nuzzling his fingers. “Fuck, do that again.”

Pietro grinned, taking the loose hair locks out of your face to see your dizzy expression better. "See? Progress.”

“She's evolving so much,” Peter cooed, approaching his fingers to your slit, teasing the entrance. “D’you think she can handle a little more?”

“Oh, I’m sure she can. She's strong, aren't you, sweetheart?” Pietro pouted, applying more pressure to the vibrations.

“Yeah…” you mumble, whimpering when Peter's finger slipped inside your needy cunt.

“It's sucking me,” he added, curling his fingers teasingly as you moaned slyly. “Shhh. Calm down, doc. You don't want anyone hearing your session, right?”

“Uh-huh,” you whined, digging your fingers on the couch as the both of their fingers vibrated and their gaze lighted you even more as the first signs of your orgasm approached. “I'm gonna cum, m gonna…”

They stopped.

“What? You really did think we’d let you cum easily like this?” Peter provoked, pinching your fold lightly. “What do they say about medication, doc?”

You frowned, licking your lips as you tried to rationalize with your cunt pulsed as it had its own heart. “We need to introduce small doses, that way we can see if the patient is prepared… or ready for a bigger dose.”

“Yep!” Pietro smirked, petting the top of your head as he standed in front of you, unbuckling his belt. “Time for the medicine, doc…”

“Jeez, it sounded cheesy as fuck, dude.” Peter snorted and you relaxed, laughing with him. “See? You made her laugh, clownsilver.”

“Sad you won't get a blowjob, Peter.” He mocked, unbuttoning his jeans and finally freeing his cock from its confinement. “I’m gonna ruin your pretty mouth, is it okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, embarrassed enough to keep you shutted facing his veiny cock. You wrapped your hand on the base, mouth opening to welcome his length on your canal, a ‘pop’ sound coming when you toke it out to lick.

“Fuck, you're even better than I imagined,” he groaned, gripping your hair on a messy ponytail to face fuck you, tears and gags coming as a reflex. “Shit. Check this out, Peter… our little— hmmmghh—slut here is crying on my dick.”

“Don't call her slut,” he warned, cupping your engorged teary cheek, drool coming out. “Shh, my dear. Peter's gonna take care of you after this savage fucks your face, okay?”

“Nah, man. She's fucking loving it,” he chuckled, throwing his head back as his pace got faster, his cock spurting his seed on your mouth. “Yeah… take it… take it, darling. Swallow your medicine.”

You swallowed all, breathing heavily as you recovered. Pietro leaning his body down, cupping your face, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Atta girl.” He whispered, kissing you, feeling his own taste in your mouth. “All yours, quikdick.”

Peter smirked, looking at your disheveled face with flushed cheeks and swollen eyes. “Oh, my girl must be so tired…” he pouted, brushing your hair with his fingers. “C’mere. Quickie’s gonna make you feel good.”

He patted his lap, lips curling into a sly smile as you standed, peeling your panties off your body as you straddled on his lap, unbuttoning your shirt.

“25 minutes left,” you breathed, revealing your breasts covered by your lacey lingerie.

“You're so beautiful, doc.” He praised, surprising you as his hands drove to your chest, cupping the weight. He left your boobs to get his hard thick cock out of his jeans, gripping on your hips to guide you as you sink down on his length. “Shit, you feel so good, suga.”

Pietro sat down on the couch, touching his cock as he saw you starting to move up and down on Peter's fat cock, stretching your pussy, his tip kissing your cervix.

“C’mere, lay down on me,” Peter muttered, pulling you to his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. His feet planted on the ground to support his thrust on you.

“Fuck—yes, yes, yes, Peter,” you cried out, grasping his shirt, your clit rubbing on his abdomen as he turned his head to lick your neck.

Pietro’s cock was already hardened again at the scene, not resisting the urge to adjust his position to kiss you as he pumped his cock. Fuck, you couldn't even think about anything with Peter's cock buried inside you and Pietro's lips.

“Yeah, that's it…” he murmured sweet nothings in your ear, his hot breath causing shivers down your spine as you bounced on him, moans muffled by Pietro's lips, massaging your tongue.

“You taste so good,” Pietro praised, his tone soft, almost whiney-like as his fist rushed it's pace on his cock. “It's so fucking good to see you like this doc —ugh… being braindead… you're so smart and all… and here you are—can’t even say a word.”

“D’ya like this, doc? Being spoiled by two mutants?” Peter grunted, increasing his speed. “Think your greedy cunt want both of us, is it true? Can't —shit—decide between us? We need your judgement, doc. C’mon. Say it.”

“Uhmmm—” you tried to speak, but nothing came. You were seeing stars, no, better, lighting strikes. “Fuck—uhm, gonna cum.”

“Then, cum.” They both said in unison as you came shamelessly soaking Peter's lap, squeaking on Pietro's mid-part lips. He came with you and so did Peter, filling your womb with his thick white ropes as he slowed his rocking hips on you, giving a last one when he finished.

You paused, panting, unable to speak or even think straight by yourself, trying to stand, stumbling on your boneless legs. Both standed to help you, laying you down on the couch.

After the affectionate session, your eyelids were growing heavy with sleep on the couch. Peter narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms, while Pietro tilted his head, planting his hands on his hips.

“I think we overdosed her,” Peter mused, pressing his lips together—a bit ironic, considering he was the biggest culprit.

“Nah, she can handle it,” Pietro countered, flashing you a grin as you began to stir. “She’s our therapist. The smartest of them all. You think just anyone could keep up with our… situation?”

“No one,” Peter added, stepping closer and settling onto the couch. He grabbed your legs, resting them on his lap. Pietro followed suit, lifting your head to place it on his lap, his fingers immediately running through your hair in slow, soothing strokes.

“How much time do you think we’ve got, doc?” Pietro asked, glancing at the clock on the wall before turning his gaze to you.

“I’d say… five minutes,” you murmured, your eyes slipping shut.

Pietro smirked, exchanging a glance with the other Maximoff. “No, sweetheart,” he corrected, pinching your cheek playfully. “20 minutes.”

Frowning, you sat up and checked the clock. They were right. Peter chuckled at your confusion.

“Forgot already? We’re the fastest in the world.”

“No, I am,” Pietro argued.

“No, I am,” Peter shot back.

“No more sessions if you two don’t cut it out,” you threatened, barely suppressing your laughter. Positive reinforcement was, after all, the most effective approach when dealing with the Maximoffs.

[certainlynotasimp]

I had a thought seeing as how whipped Miguel is for sunny what if sunny has Miguel get them like a puppy or kitten because I know he would eventually cave in

To Love and Hold.

((Miguel O’ Hara X Female! Reader))

A/N: This man is whipped more than cream😭😭. Thank you for the request and I’m sorry if it sounds muddled because I literally fell asleep writing it and I just finished it this morning.

A/N: If you guys wanna read more about Sunny and Miggy then come on to the Masterlist! And if you wanna be added to the taglist, then please leave a comment here>><<. And thank you all for reading💕✨

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely any use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is their nickname, not there name)), Female Pronouns, Fluff, Comparing Babies to Pets ((please do not have a baby if you want a pet lol)), Baby talk, breeding kink? (This isn’t a smut, but I love giving Miggy ideas), slight nudity, and Google Translated Spanish (It was 3am by the time I wrote this and I felt bad for messaging people to double check this so please forgive any mistakes and correct me the in comments.)😭

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There are some things that always remain the same for every dimension. No matter how small or advanced that dimension may be, there were three things that Miguel can think of that always remains the same.

There’s always a Spiderman or Spiderwoman.

New York is still a cesspool for crime

….

“Miggy, come look at the kitties!” an excited shrill breaks the man out of his thoughts. He scowls at the unwanted attention around him as he readjusts the baseball hat on his dark locks. Not having his spider suit engaged was an odd feeling, especially since they were in an unknown dimension looking for an anomaly that not even Lyla can find.

“Come on, Guapito!” She urges as Miguel glares at her for yelling out in a public place. He tugs at the collar of his crew neck as he saunters over to the bouncing woman. Her pink sundress makes her standout like a sore thumb as she gawks at the group of kittens in the window.

There were three orange tabbies exploring their surroundings and tussling amongst their glass prison. He can agree that all of them looked adorable, but seeing as he was never an animal person, he doesn’t understand the cooing his companion does towards the cats.

“We can’t keep wasting time window shopping, mi amor.” He quietly scolds her as he gently leads her away from the pet shop and starts walking her down the sidewalk. His eyes burned as he looked at the pavement beside him until he felt a small tug to his shirt.

Already running though all the things that might come out of her pretty glossed mouth, Miguel sighs and looks at her. “What is it, shortie?” He tries to tease, hoping she would get annoyed enough to just give him the silent treatment.

“Miggy,” She sings sweetly, already the itching feeling started in Miguel’s brain.

‘What does she want?’

“I was thinking…” Her voice hesitated as he feels her arm slither it’s way around his waist. The hand on the small of her back tenses up as her touch ignited tingles down his back. “Since I’m the only person who lives at the Lobby and I can’t live with you…

Here it comes,

“Can I have a cat?” She flutters her eyelashes up at him as she presses herself into his side. Miguel tugs down his baseball cap as he rolls his eyes.

“No.” He answers sternly as he tries to avoid eye contact by looking around them. Miguel is as stubborn as a mule. If he decided on something, then there’s barely enough room for anyone to even breathe a different way about it.

He admits that when it comes to his little spider, he lets some things slide that he knew he shouldn’t have, but normally her requests were doable. Not this one.

“But, Miggy, why not?” She whines as she glares up at him.

“Can we talk about this later, Cariño?” He growls as he notices the atmosphere around them changing. Before she could protest anymore, her Spidey senses hit her like a shotgun.

“Watch out!” She warns as a cat gets throw over a row of buildings, heading right towards them. Miguel grabs her waist and leaps on top the nearest building as the car takes out the sidewalk.

Both put a pin in their conversation as they suit up and go detain the anomaly villain.

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Another sticky note falls onto the floor beside his feet as Peter looks up to his colleague, amused by the antics he’s enduring.

For the past week, Sunny hasn’t let go of the idea of having a cat. Miguel tried envading her pleas at first, trying to distract her with other topics and missions to worry about. When she caught onto that, she confronted him about it. Much to his misery, he had to be brutally honest with her about why she can’t just bring a cat to come live with her in The Lobby.

“Taking something from another dimension is already risky enough, but to take a living animal could cause serious anomalies that will cause a crash.” He tried to explain with a stern stare as his love looks at him.

“Do you know for certain that it will happen?” She quips with her head tilting slightly. Miguel raises an eyebrow before replying, “I mean, considering if we are just talking about a normal cat, then no I’m not certain, but…”

“So let’s try it!” “Oh santa madre de Cristo... Mi amor, por favor sé razonable…”

Now her tactic has been subliminally suggesting him with hidden messages. He wasn’t surprise when Peter picked up the sticky note and sees a little doodle of a cat playing with a ball of yarn.

“Aww that’s cute.” Peter admires as he examines the note. “I can’t wait for Mayday to get old enough so she can draw me little doodles like this.”

Miguel snatches the sticky not from him and throws it on the small pile he’s accumulated. This might be Mr. kitty 11 or 12 that his Sunny has hidden in his suit today.

“(Y/N) has been hiding them on me hoping I would get her a cat.” He admits as he slumps into his office chair. Normally, he would act like it wasn’t bothering if it was anyone else making a stupid request. But it wasn’t just anyone. It was his beloved. His beloved who was so tired of spending nights here alone that she desperately wanted a companion.

“Why can’t you get her one?” Peter nonchalantly says as he leans against the monitor’s desk. “There’s plenty of strays around my apartment that she can have a full range to pick out of.”

Miguel scowls at Peter’s ignorance as leans back in his chair. “Any small change to a dimension can cause it to implode on itself. I’m not risking an entire universe just for one cat.”

Miguel digs his finger into his eyes as he groans in frustration. He hated making her upset, but she should understand just as well as he does what the possible consequences they would face if he did go pick up a random cat.

Peter watches at him in amusement before commenting. “Why not go get one from one of those dying universes? Certainly it wouldn’t cause too much damage if it’s already going to shit there.”

Miguel rolls his eyes as he looks at Peter in annoyance. “There’s still risk of-“

Peter claps his hands as an idea sparks in his mind. “Oh, I know, you two can have a baby!”

Miguel freezes in place as a look of pure horror goes over his face. His skin turned pale at the thought about having a child.

“Can’t risk the universe being brought to the end if you make a baby. Besides it would help her deal with her loneliness by constantly having someone to take care of and it would be a more fun to-“ Peter’s reasoning gets interrupted by the sound of Miguel opening a portal and jumping through as Peter smirks victoriously.

“Worked like a charm.” He chuckles as he knows he just made his friend one happy lady.

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“Cariño?” A soft knock interrupts the deep slumber of the curled up spider as she stirs awake. She yawns as she looks over towards the clock and realizes it was the equivalent of 3am in Miguel’s home world.

Another knock draws her attention back to the visitor as she slips out of bed. Her body shivers as she exposed to the cold air of the room. The old college shirt only stopping at mid thighs as she shuffled to the door.

“Miggy?” She calls through the door.

“Déjame entrar, mi amor. Tengo un regalo para ti.” He pleas lovingly at her which causes her lips to curl into a soft smile as she realizes what he must have.

Opening the door, she gasps at the sight before her. In his spider suit, Miguel had several scratch marks along his face along with pieces of rubble in his dark locks. His dark eyes shined in exhaustion as the furious little ball of fur battled to be free from his hold.

Her concern briefly switches to awe as she sees a small, filthy kitten hissing and wiggling in Miguel’s large hands. Its long fur stuck out in clumps due to the debris covering it as its black and white fur looked gray. Its yellow eyes glares up at Miguel as it cries for its mother.

With a wide grin, the woman takes the small kitten from Miguel and holds it to her chest. The kitten stopped it’s hissing for a moment as it push itself off of her chest to look at her. A curious tilt of its head along with a soft hello causes a tear to roll down her cheek. The bundle of fur relaxes into her chest with soft purs emitting from its fragile body.

“Mi amor…” She whispers as she looks up at him, “Thank you so much…can I really keep it?”

“He doesn’t really have any other option. His world was dying due to some invasion caused by the Talokians and since the universe was crashing away, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let you have the only survivor.” Miguel says nonchalantly as the conversation with Peter plays in his head again.

The idea of his little sunshine bare foot with swollen ankles as she roams around the Lobby and his apartment certainly was a conflicted vision. His clothing being the only thing that would fit over her body as she created their child in her body. Their child. Their family.

His thoughts get interrupted by the feeling of small hands dusting off debris off his shoulders. His eyes meet hers as he realizes that he’s been silent for a while. The kitten was now curled up on a soft looking blanket on the floor while his little spider tried to clean him up a little. Her soft lips connect several times to his jawline causing him to chuckle.

“You’re welcome, Cariño.” He mutters before leaning down and meeting her excited lips with his own. She giggles when he wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up as he closes the door behind him.

“Now then.” Miguel muses as his mouth curls into a warm grin while walking them to the bed. “You can show your gratitude by…” He pauses as his lips brush against hers again before a surprise squeal erupts from his love as she was tossed on the bed.

“Acostado ahí…” He mutters as he removes his gizmo, causing his suit to disintegrate, leaving him in only a tight pair of boxers. A blush forms on her cheek as she admires his muscular physique, despite the nasty bruises that mare his tanned skin. He smirks when he sees the effect hr has on her before crawling onto the bed. Her breath shudders as his broad shoulders slither up between her legs as his hips cause her legs to part.

Before she could react, Miguel lays his full body weight down on her as his head rests on her chest. His arms wrap around her waist as he buries his nose into her shirt as he yawns. His exhausted red eyes look up at her warm ones as he mutters against her clothed breast, “Y déjame dormir escuchando mi lindo corazoncito…¿Sería eso aceptable para ti, mi amor?”

Smiling softly down at him, his love’s arms wrap around his shoulders as a hand finds itself tangled in his thick locks of hair. “Of course, my love. It’s yours to listen to forever.”

With a soft kiss to his crown, the couple falls asleep in each other’s arms as their new kitten climbs up and curls up on Miguel’s back.

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Translations:

ah maldita sea... mi vida, por favor se razonable…-ah fucking hell... my life, please be reasonable…

Déjame entrar, mi amor. Tengo un regalo para ti. -Let me in, mi amor. I have a gift for you.

Acostado ahí…-Laying there…

Y déjame dormir escuchando mi lindo corazoncito. - And let me sleep listening to my pretty little heart.

¿Sería eso aceptable para ti, mi amor? -would that be acceptable to you, my love?

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[rogueslytherinprincess]

Mattheo x Y/N x Theo

Summary: Y/N (AFAB) is happily in a relationship with Mattheo and Theo but what happens when Cormac McLaggen won't leave her alone? Can they save her in time?

word count: 5209

Warning: Smut, Sexual assault, attempted rape, swearing, drinking. Oral (F and M receiving), Unprotected sex

A/N: Now what in the hell got into me that I decided to write this after years of not writing? Not proof-read! I literally wrote this in less than an hour. I think my spirit guides are telling me something.

The party music boomed through the Slytherin common room.

Y/N leaned against the wall, cradling a cup of fire whiskey, as she chatted quietly with Pansy.

"...so then Flitwick pairs me up with Finnigan. Well, that idiot has to try and show off doesn't he?" Y/N took another sip of her drink. " The next thing I know, he's blown up the cup and I'm covered in soot and vinegar. It took me three showers to get the smell out of my hair."

Pansy threw her head back laughing, " That's why you took so long? All this time I thought your boys had cornered you in the showers again."

"I wish." Y/N peered around the busy room filled with dancing bodies. "I wonder what’s taking them so long?."

"McGonagall kept Blaise and Draco back after their lesson so they couldn't get snacks from the kitchen," Pansy explained. "They're trying to sneak in now and get some."

“Well I hope they hurry back,” Y/N pouted “I could use some hugs after this shitty day.”

“Looks like your day's about to get shitter.” Pansy nodded over the top of her cup towards the dance floor. 

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to see what her best friend was gesturing at. A groan escaped her lips as Cormac McLaggen pushed his way through the crowd towards her. The boy had been pestering her all year despite her constant rejections.

“For Merlin's sake,” Y/N turned her back to the Gryffindor, hoping he wouldn't spot her. 

“I thought you told him you were seeing Mattheo and Theo?”

“I did!” Y/N carded her hand through her hair, frustrated. “He's so thick his mind can't comprehend I'm with them both.” 

“Y/N!” Cormac slurred, stumbling into Pansy and pushing her aside. 

“Hey!” Pansy glared at the drunk boy, coming to stand behind Y/N, determined not to leave her alone with the creep.

Y/N gave him a tight smile. “Cormac.” 

“So when are we going to go on that date?” Cormac's eyes leered up and down Y/N's body, settling on her breasts. 

Y/N pulled up the neckline of her emerald green bodycon dress, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “ We're not. Remember I'm in a relationship.” 

Cormac scoffed, taking a swig from his glass. “Opening your legs for half the guys in your house is not a relationship.” 

Y/N mouth dropped open.

Sure, Cormac had put Y/N into more than a few uncomfortable conversations, but he had never insulted her like this. 

“Pardon?’ Y/N clutched her glass tighter. 

“Too far McLaggen.” Pansy gritted through clenched teeth. 

“What? All I'm saying is that I can keep you well satisfied that you wouldn’t need to sleep around,” Cormac wiggled his eyebrow at Y/N suggestively. 

A shiver rolled down her spine in disgust as anger overtook her. “I wouldn't date you if you were the last man on earth, McLaggen! You're a creep who needs a reality check. No self-respecting woman would go near you!” 

Pansy let out a snort in agreement. 

Cormac’s face flushed with anger. Lunging forward he gripped Y/N's upper arm, hard. “Self-respect? What does a whore like you know about self-respect?” 

Pansy pulled out her wand and aimed it at McLaggen’s chest. “If you know what is good for you, you’ll get your hands off her!” 

Pansy never got to make good on her threat before Cormac was thrown up against the wall, next to Y/N. 

“Now what do we have here?” Mattheo gripped Cormac by his shirt collar. 

Theo walked around Mattheo, his eyes zoning on the reddened handprint that adorned Y/N’s skin. He pulled the blond's head up by his hair, smacking the back of his head against the wall. “Looks like a prat who doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.” 

Mattheo pulled Cormac closer, fury swimming in his eyes. “Funny. Me and Theo seem to have that problem as well.” 

That was all the warning Cormac got before Mattheo punched him hard in the stomach. 

McLaggen clutched his stomach as he fell to the floor. Theo took the opportunity to kick the boy in his side, making Cormac groan in pain.  

Mattheo laughed, pulling Cormac up by his collar and landing another punch to his face. A few minutes passed with the two boys taking turns hitting him till Draco, Enzo, and Blaise pulled them away not wanting their friends to commit murder, at least not in front of so many witnesses. 

A couple of Cormac’s friends made their way through the crowd, throwing dirty looks at the Slytherins as they helped their injured friend up. 

Cormac spat blood on the floor. “Fucking pricks. You’ll pay for this.” 

Mattheo tried to break from Enzo’s hold. “Yeah? Let’s go again then.” 

Theo also struggled in Draco’s grip.

Y/N stepped forward, placing a calming hand on each boy’s chest. “Matty, Teddy, stop. He isn’t worth it.” 

“You’re the one who isn’t worth it. Deatheater slut.” Cormac sneered as he walked backwards towards the Slytherin entrance. 

The insult had all five Slytherin boys rushing forward but Cormac and his mates were already running out. 

“Guys!” Y/N pulled Mattheo’s hand and held Theo’s arm. “Leave it.” 

“Fucking cunt! He’s dead when I see him next.” Mattheo ran his hand through his hair. 

“Look, just forget about him.” Y/N wrapped her arm around Mattheo. She pulled Theo closer, getting on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Have a drink and let’s just forget this happened.” 

Theo looked down into Y/N's big doe eyes and nodded, pecking her on the lips. Y/N smiled and turned to kiss Mattheo on the lips, too

*** 

The party ended and Y/N took Theo and Mattheo into her room. Pansy was spending the night with Blaise so the three were free to do as they wished. 

Mattheo kissed Y/N deeply as Theo worked the zip off her dress, letting it pool to the floor. 

“So beautiful,” He said, licking and biting her neck. Y/N moaned softly giving him more access. Mattheo took advantage of her moan and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair as Theo slowly moved his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. Y/N’s couldn’t help but arch into his hands as his fingers teased her nipples. Mattheo grinned, kissing down the free side of her neck as his fingers slowly stroked from her hip and dipped past the band of her underwear. 

“So wet,” He whispered hotly against her skin. Y/N’s shivered as his fingers lightly grazed her clit. “Could play with you all night like this.” 

“Please Matty,” Y/N’s eyes looked at him with need as Theo kept his hands on her breasts.

“Please what baby?” Matty asked stepping back. Y/N leaned heavily against Theo who was enjoying making her senseless by just simple nipple play. 

“Touch me,” Y/N whispered. “Please.” 

Mattheo smirked and looked at Theo, “Look how desperate she is and we’ve barely even started.” 

Y/N whimpered as Theo also took his hands off her body. 

“Go lie down on the bed,” said Theo, “and spread those pretty legs for us.” 

Y/N quickly made her way over to her bed and lay down as he asked. She bit her lip as she looked at them, her eyes hazy with lust, and slowly spread her legs open.

The boys couldn’t help but groan as they saw a wet spot forming on her underwear. They quickly stripped off and joined her on the bed. 

Theo lay next to Y/N, his mouth quickly taking hers in a hot passionate kiss. Mattheo meanwhile, lay between her legs, slowly peeling off her underwear. 

“Fuck your dripping baby,” He said as he parted her lips and blew across her clit.  Y/N moaned softly into her kiss with Theo as her hands gripped his shoulders. She pulled back, Theo moving his kisses to her neck, as she looked down at Mattheo with desperation and need. 

“Please Matty,” she whimpered. 

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Mattheo smirked as he licked a long strip from her hole to her clit. Y/N arched off the bed, her nails digging into Theo’s shoulders making him hiss. 

“Careful principessa,” He said, marking and biting her neck. 

“S-Sorry” She whimpered as Mattheo continued to suck and lick at her. He brought his mouth to her clit and sucked it, his tongue lashing at it harshly. 

“Matty….gonna cum,” Y/N panted as her thighs began to shake. 

Theo trailed his kisses down her chest, licking her nipple. “Cum for us pretty girl. Make a mess on Mattheo’s face.” 

Y/N closed her eyes teetering on the edge. All it took was one synchronised suck, Mattheo on her clit and Theo on her nipple, for her to fall off the edge. She writhed under them moaning as pleasure flowed through her body like electricity. 

Mattheo kept licking at her till she gently pushed his head away still shuddering. “Too much” 

Mattheo grinned, giving her clit a kiss. “Too sensitive?” 

Y/N nodded, her breathing still heavy and her face flushed. 

“You're so pretty when you look like this,” said Theo, pushing hair away from her face. “All glowing and wrecked.” 

Y/N looked up at him slowly catching her breath, “Want more Teddy.” 

Theo smirked, “Just came and you’re already desperate for more baby?” 

Y/N nodded. “Felt empty when coming. Need you inside me.” 

Theo chuckled and nodded. “As you wish principessa.” 

He made his way between Y/N’s legs, groaning at the wet sticky mess between her legs. “So fucking pretty. Let's see if we can make you messier when my cum is dripping out of you.” 

Y/N looked at Mattheo who was watching the two intently. She held out her hand to him. 

“Yes, baby?” He said, holding her hand. 

“Want you in my mouth,” She whispered, her eyes falling to his hard cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. 

“You sure? You want both of us at the same time.” He asked settling near her head. She nodded, reaching out for him. 

“Please, want to please you both,” She said, stroking his big cock. 

“Okay, baby. Take what you need.” He grabbed a pillow and placed it under her head to give her better access. 

She smiled before slowly licking his cock. Her eyes flickered to Theo who was still rubbing his cock between her folds. 

“You ready?” He asked. She nodded, taking Mattheo’s cock head into her mouth and sucking at the same time Theo pushed in. Both boys let out a groan. 

“So fucking tight,” Theo growled, pushing in all the way to the hilt. Y/N moaned around Mattheo’s cock, the vibrations making him buck his hips. Y/N gagged slightly, making her glare at Mattheo. 

“Sorry babe,” he said sheepishly before letting out a moan as she began sucking his dick again. 

Theo set a hard and fast pace, pounding in her as she moaned. 

“Fuck. Teddy.” She said, realising Mattheo’s dick from her mouth as looked down at Theo. “Feels so fucking good. So deep.” 

Theo smirked and started thrusting harder. Y/N looked at Mattheo. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” 

Mattheo raised his eyebrows. “Y-You sure?” 

Y/N nodded. “Yes. Want to feel you in my throat.” 

Mattheo didn’t need to be told again as he sat up on his knees and gently guided Y/N’s head to his cock. “I’ll start gently.” 

Y/N nodded again, opening her mouth for him. He pushed his cock into her mouth slowly. Y/N gagged a little again but quickly relaxed her throat as she took him. Her eyes glistened with tears as she looked back at Theo. 

Theo gave another hard thrust as he felt Y/N’s pussy clench around him. “You’re close, aren’t you? Can feel you squeezing me.” 

Y/N hummed in approval as Mattheo fucked her mouth. 

Theo brought his thumb to her clit and began rubbing it. “Cum for me baby girl.” 

Y/N cried out around Mattheo’s cock as her pleasure intensified. Mattheo, feeling her cry's vibrations, picked up his speed as he throbbed. “Fuck Y/N, gonna cum too. You gonna swallow it all.” 

Y/N nodded as best as she could while squeezing her eyes shut. The feeling of Theo’s cock hitting her just right and his thumb circling her clit had her arching with pleasure. Theo applied more pressure to her little nub as he too began throbbing inside her, his thrusts becoming desperate as he chased his own high. 

Tears spilled from the sides of Y/N’s eyes as her orgasm hit and she moaned loudly. Watching Y/N’s cry, set off Mattheo’s own orgasm as he thrust hard one more time down her throat, his hot seed spurting out. Y/N choked slightly, before swallowing his salty cum down. 

Theo couldn’t help but groan as he felt Y/N’s pussy pulsate around him, milking him as she came. He buried himself hard and deep, staying there as he pumped her full of his cum. 

Y/N whimpered, feeling Theo’s cock so deep within her sensitive pussy. Theo collapsed next to Y/N, his arm coming around her waist as he leaned his head on her shoulder. Y/N panted, coming down from her high. She stroked Theo’s back with one hand while the other patter Mattheo’s thigh next to her shoulder as they all basked in the glow of lovemaking.

***

A few days passed since the party and Cormac had managed to stay off the boys' radar. Y/N was happy to be rid of the pig and his unwanted advances. 

Sitting in the grand hall for lunch, the group laughed at a story Pansy was recounting about a Hufflepuff accidentally setting half of Professor Sprout's garden of fluxweed on fire. 

“Oh!” Y/N looked at her watch. “That reminds me, I need to see Professor Slughorn on his assignment for polyjuice potion before class starts.” 

Y/N pecked both Theo and Mattheo on the lips, gathering her things and rushing to the dungeons. 

She knocked on the door, hearing Professor Slughorn speak to someone inside. 

“Three days should be about right.” Slughorn was explaining to someone. “Come in!” 

Y/N entered, freezing when she saw it was McLaggen who the professor was speaking too.

“Ah Miss Y/L/N, how can I help you?” Slughorn turned to her. 

Y/N licked her dry lips, turning her gaze to the teacher, refusing to acknowledge Cormac at all. “I was hoping to ask some question about the polyjuice assignment you set.” 

“Well that is a funny coincidence, Mr McLaggen was asking about the same assignment” Slughorn let out a chortle. 

“I can come back some other time.” Y/N turned to leave but Slughorn called out to her. 

“No, it’s okay. I have time now to give you both a mini-lesson before the bell. Please sit.” Slughorn gestured to the seat next to Cormac who gave Y/N a smirk, his lip still split. 

Y/N bit her bottom lip as she slowly made her way over. She pulled her chair, making sure to leave as much of a gap as she could before sitting. 

Slughorn turned to the board, writing down the various steps to the potion. Y/N tried her hardest to concentrate on her notes but Cormac’s heavy wheezing was very distracting. 

She took a deep breath to block him out, her focus on her notes. That was until she felt fingers ghosting her knee. She jumped up, banging her foot into the table leg. 

“Is there a problem Miss Y/L/N?” Slughorn turned towards her. 

“N-No sir. I have all the information I need so will take my leave. Thank you for the extra help.” Y/N grabbed her things and rushed for the door. She turned the corner in the dungeons, placing a hand on her chest to steady her racing heart. 

A hand grabbed her shoulder, slamming her into the wall. 

Cormac caged Y/N against the wall, his broken nose skimming along her cheek. “Where’s your guard dogs now, beautiful?”

Y/N tried to push Mclaggen off her but he was bigger and stronger than her. “Piss off Cormac before you get a replay of what happened at the party!” 

Cormac let out a chuckle, resting his head on Y/N's shoulder. “Your little protection squad isn’t here princess.” 

Y/N let out a chuckle, standing on her tiptoes she whispered in McLaggen’s ear, “I think you are mistaken if you think I need protecting.” 

Cormac snapped his head up, looking at Y/N confused. 

Y/N gave him an innocent smile, placing her wand tip against his chest, “Everte Statum.” 

Cormac flew, his back smacking against the wall opposite Y/N.

“Come near me, my boyfriends, or my friends again,” Y/N knelt next to the groaning boy, “I’ll hex you so bad that your bloodline will end with you.” 

Y/N stood up, smoothing down her uniform before exiting the dungeons. 

***

The rest of the autumn term passed without incident. Christmas break had come and gone, with the throuple splitting their time between Y/N and Theo’s houses with the odd party at Malfoy Mansion. 

Soon it was time to return to Hogwarts. Y/N, Pansy and the Greengrass sisters were swapping Christmas break stories in the common room when the boys stormed down from their dorms. 

“What’s the matter, loves?” Y/N stood up, walking over to Theo, her hand coming up to cradle his cheek. 

“Someone trashed our rooms while we were away.” Mattheo rolled his tongue in his cheek with annoyance. 

“Who would do that?” Pansy crossed her arms. 

“Dunno.” Mattheo ran his hand through his curls. “Probably some idiot hoping to score some weed or a bottle of fire whiskey.” 

“Well whoever it was, I’m sending an owl to my father,” Draco clenched his jaw, “My best dress shirts were thrown around like common material. Does whoever did this know how easily they crease? Dumbledore needs to up the security around here.”

Everyone watched as Draco continued his rant, exiting the common room. 

Y/N wrapped her arms around Mattheo, kissing the side of his neck. “I’ll help you clean up.” 

“It’s fine. Nothing a few spells can’t tidy.” He kissed the top of Y/N’s head, hugging her tight. 

“Anything missing?” Y/N's voice came out muffled from how her face was still pressed into his neck. 

Theo shook his head, flopping down onto the couch. He pulled Y/N’s hand, causing her to fall backwards onto him. Mattheo sat next to Theo, pulling Y/N's legs onto his lap, massaging her calves as Theo played with the ends of her hair.

“Don’t worry about it principessa.” Theo kissed the crown of Y/N’s head as it lay against his chest. 

Even though the boys didn’t seem worried, something in Y/N’s chest still felt tight. 

***

Y/N flopped down onto her bed and groaned. 

Pansy chuckled, changing out of her uniform, “Transfiguration wasn’t that hard.” 

“What do you mean? It was brutal,”  Y/N flipped over, staring at the ceiling. “I thought I finally got it. My toad had turned completely into a toadstool, then it had to start jumping and croaking all over the desk.” 

Pansy let out another laugh and Y/N rubbed her face with her hands. Leaning up, she turned to her pillow where a white note lay. “Looks like my day might still have a chance to get better.”

“What is it?” asked Pansy, pulling a Slytherin hoodie over her head. 

Y/N bit her lip, hiding her smile, “The boys want me to meet them in the Prefects bathroom.” 

“Ooh,” Pansy wiggled her eyebrows at Y/N as the girl jumped off her bed “Go get some loving!”

Pansy slapped Y/N on the arse playfully as she left. 

***

Y/N skipped happily to the fifth floor toward the Prefect’s bathroom. It had been a happy perk for the trio to rendezvous occasionally since Theo became a Prefect two years earlier. 

Y/N entered, licking her lips in anticipation but to her dismay the room was empty. 

“Teddy? Matty?” She called out. One of the toilet stall doors slammed open causing Y/N to jump. 

Mattheo walked out, rubbing his chin as he looked Y/N up and down. 

“Matty.” Y/N put a hand to her racing heart. “You scared me. Where is Teddy?” 

Mattheo didn’t answer but continued to swagger over to Y/N. 

Y/N tilted her head in confusion, something was off about her boyfriend. 

“Matty?”

Mattheo grabbed the back of Y/N's hair harshly, crashing his lips to hers. Y/N pushed at him but he used his other hand to grip her waist tightly, walking her backwards till she slammed against the bathroom wall. 

Y/N let out a groan as her head collided with the stone. Mattheo bit down her neck harshly as she tried to push him off. “Matty! Stop!” 

Y/N was used to the boys being rough but this was something different. 

She again tried to push him when another stall door banged open, a smirking Teddy exiting. 

“Teddy.” Water gathered in Y/N’s eyes as Mattheo continued to grope at her body. “Tell him to stop.” 

Theo just raised his eyebrows and began prowling closer to the pair. Y/N opened her mouth when three more stalls opened. Draco, Blaise, and Enzo began walking towards her. 

“Wha- What are you doing ?” Y/N tried to grab her wand but Theo was too quick, pinning her arm to the wall with one hand and using the other to throw her wand into the large pool-like bath that occupied the centre of the room.

“Teddy!” Y/N let out a shriek as Theo grabbed her around the neck, bruising her lips with another hard kiss. Mattheo began to slowly unbutton her top, as she thrashed against the two. 

“Stop it! Please!” Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she tried to get free. 

“I thought a deatheater’s slut would be more willing.” Mattheo laughed his hand sliding up Y/N’s thigh. 

Y/N looked down at the boy with confusion as more tears fell. The boy in front of her looked like her boyfriend but his voice. “McLaggen?” 

Mattheo smirked. “It must be love if you can recognize me in this ugly form.” 

Y/N fought even harder as McLaggen lifted her skirt higher. “I swear if you don’t let go of me…” 

“You’ll do what Y/L/N?” Teddy smirked, kissing the side of her neck. “Just pretend we’re your boyfriends and enjoy yourself, babe.” 

McLaggen let out a growl, his hands rubbing at the marks in between Y/N’s thighs. “What the fuck are these?” 

Y/N took his distraction and kneed him in the face. “If you don’t know what those are then it's obvious you’ve never pleasured a woman before.” 

Cormac jumped up from the floor, wiping the blood from his nose. “Stupid bitch.” 

He slapped Y/N hard, her head hitting against the wall again. Blood trickled from her lip, down her neck and chest. 

Grabbing Y/N by the arm, Cormac threw her at the three boys behind him. “Lift her up and hold her legs wide and steady.” 

Y/N screamed at the boys to stop, jerking back and forth trying to escape their hold. 

Cormac stroked his hands up Y/N's legs, settling himself between them. He grounded his hardened member against Y/N’s clothed core making her sob harder. 

“You like being covered in marks?” Cormac pulled his wand from his back pocket and kneeled down in between Y/N’s thighs. “Let’s leave a few permanent ones. Incendio” 

Pain shot through Y/N as she screamed. She could smell her skin burning as fire seared her. 

McLaggen pointed to another hickey on Y/N's thigh. “Diffendo .” 

Cries tore from Y/N’s throat till her voice went hoarse. Her body shook, drenched in sweat from the tortuous burns and cuts McLaggen inflicted on her. 

“I think that’s enough.” 

Y/N’s head lolled from side to side as she looked over to “Teddy” standing behind McLaggen. That is when she noticed “Mattheo’s” hair begin to lighten from his usual dark brown to blonde. “Teddy” was starting to shrink and the boys who were holding her were also changing. 

“The Polyjuice is beginning to wear off. You said we could have a go of her and she wouldn’t know it was us because of the potion.”

“She’s out of it as it is!” McLaggen stood, shoving his wand back in his pocket. “Let’s have our fun and then leave.” 

Y/N felt the grip on her slacken while the boys argued amongst themselves. Taking a deep breath, she twisted once more, landing on her stomach. The fall knocked the wind from her but she continued to try crawling towards the exit. Y/N pushed herself to stand, but the burning pain of her thighs had her faltering and the blood leaking from her wounds made her knees slip from under her. 

A cry shuddered from her chest as she felt weight come down on her thighs. “Where are you going babe? The fun is just beginning. 

Y/N clawed at the ground as she heard the sound of Cormac unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper. 

He pulled Y/N up by her hair, his mouth licking at her ear as he spoke. “I love hearing you scream.” 

He let her fall against the ground again as he pulled her underwear to one side, the tip of his dick, rubbing at Y/N entrance. 

He gripped her hips ready to push in. 

“Confringo!” 

McLaggen’s body flew from on top of Y/N, landing in an unconscious pile on the far side of the room. 

“Pansy help her!” 

Y/N fell in and out of consciousness but even in her state, she could hear the panic in Theo’s voice. 

“Y/N!” 

Y/N felt drops of water falling on her face as she was gently turned on her back, her head resting on something soft. 

“Hold on. The professors are coming.” 

The sounds of fighting, spelling flying and various crashes faded away as Y/N passed out. 

Pansy shook Y/N, trying to wake her just as McGonagall and Snape entered. 

McGonagall kneeled down next to Pansy as Snape broke up the fight between the boys. 

“Severus! She needs to see Madame Pomfrey now! You take her, I will handle them.” 

Snape nodded marching over and gently picking Y/N up and taking her to the infirmary. 

***

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as she saw the bright candles floating above her. She slowly reached her hands out, feeling the white sheet that covered her. She looked around and realised she was in the infirmary. 

A quiet sob escaped her as she remembered the events that led her to her current situation. She panicked when she felt hands cupping her face. Mattheo jumped from his chair the minute the sob escaped his girlfriend. 

“Y/N baby,” He said, trying to calm her but she pulled away from his touch. 

“Not Matty,” she whispered brokenly over and over again. 

“Hey, hey,” Mattheo put his hands up. “It’s me, babe. Its me.” 

She looked at him, distrust flashing in her eyes.

“Look I can prove it.” Mattheo slowly sat on the bed and took her hand into his. “You don’t buy cherry-flavoured lip balm because you end up licking you lips too much because it’s your favourite flavour. You always fiddle with the ring, Theo got you when you’re thinking of us but with the bracelet, I bought you when you’re worried about us. You say you hate wearing your hair up because it hurts your neck but put it up anyway because you love the neck massages I give you on the days you do. Theo showed you a secret spot down by the black lake on our fourth date, its were we made love to you for the first time.” 

Y/N looked at him, sobbing in relief as she leaned forward and hugged him. “Matty. I was so scared. He tried to…” 

Y/n couldn’t finish her sentence as she trembled harder. 

“We know babe, we came looking for you and that’s when Pansy told us about the note. We didn’t send it.” Mattheo held Y/N tighter as Theo walked in. Y/N tensed looking at Theo but Mattheo gently rubbed her back. “It's Theo. I promise you, it’s him.” 

Y/N hesitated before reaching out a shaky hand towards him. “Teddy?” 

Theo quickly sat down and hugged Y/N close, kissing her head. “Yes principessa, it’s me. We’re here and no one is going to touch you.” 

Y/n cried against his shoulder. Theo rubbed her back looking at Mattheo who was still holding her hand. He pulled back so he could look into her eyes. 

“Dumbledore’s expelled Cormac and his friends. The ministry is also looking to punish him for his crimes. You don’t have to worry about that pathetic being ever again.” 

Y/N sniffed wiping her cheeks. “Can I leave yet? I just want to be in my bed.” 

Mattheo looked at Theo then Y/N. “We can ask Madame Pomfrey for you but I think your mum and dad want you to go home for a bit, till you feel better.” 

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t want to home, I want to stay with you two.” 

Theo smiled gently, kissing her head again. “If that is what you wish, we’ll let your parents know.” 

Y/N nods. 

***

A few hours later Y/N was lying in her bed, her boys on either side of her as they held her tight. 

“We’ll kill him you know?” whispered Mattheo. 

Y/N looked at him and nodded. “I want to be there. I want to hurt him… Like he hurt me.” 

Her hand subconsciously went to her thighs, remembering the cuts and burns that adorned them. 

Theo looked down and gently took her hand away. “He might have tried to erase us but we’ll make you ours over and over. No one can stop you from belonging to us.” 

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded. “Can you…mark me again?” 

Mattheo looked at her surprised. “You want us to touch you?” 

Y/N nodded. “I don’t want to have sex yet, soon but not yet. I just want your marks on me again.” 

She slowly spread her legs and lifted her skirt showing her soft smooth thighs. 

Theo gently brushed his fingers on her soft skin. “Like a blank canvas.” 

They both moved down her body and gently began sucking and biting at her skin. Tears streamed out the corners of her eyes as Y/N felt herself beginning to heal in the comfort of her two lovers. 

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[spookwyrdie]

Call Waiting...

sub!Changbin x dom!reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: You haven’t been quite honest with him about your visit. Nothing makes Changbin more relaxed than a little play date, and it’s been a few weeks since he’s had the time and energy to get on his knees for you. You've decided to take matters into your own hands, literally.

genre: SMUT, office AU, gentle femdom

warnings: adult dialogue, sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, gentle femdom, semi-public sex, office sex, on-the-phone, mouth kink, handjobs, edging, mild choking

18+ only, minors DNI

a/n: This is shameless smut, I can't stop thinking about sub! Changbin tbh.

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I've only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

Sharp heels click on the lovely marble floors as you saunter your way from the reception desk towards his office door. The space is a lovely mix of black and gold, the furniture sleek and the space tidy. You take your time, knowing that the sound of your heels will greet him before you get to his office door. You raise a perfectly manicured hand and rap your knuckles on his door. 

It swings open immediately, Changbin’s face beaming in surprise. “Y/n! To what do I owe the pleasure?”  

He swoops you into his space, closing the door quietly behind you. The smell of dark leather and a clean cologne greets you. The sleeves on his crisp white dress shirt are neatly rolled up, black suspenders in place, the top button of his collar undone. The definition of his wide shoulders is highlighted by his attire. His muscles bulge with every small movement he makes, your eyes are roaming all around his body before you realize he’s waiting for you to reply with a smirk on his face. 

You hold up the takeout bag in your hand, “I thought today would be a nice day for a lunch date. Don’t worry, I checked in with your assistant before I came over, I know you have a free hour or so to spend with me.” 

“I’m expecting a call in a little bit, but I can always make time for you,” he says as he drapes an arm around your waist and kisses your cheek lightly.  

You set the bag down on his desk and start taking out the little plastic trays arranged so artfully. “I made a special order to our favorite sushi place just for you. You deserve it.” 

He moves the scattered papers on his desk, placing them into a black folder. He was apparently hard at work before you came to surprise him with lunch. He moves to his chair and settles into it with a weary sigh. “I’m glad you’re here, my love. It’s been a tough one today with this client and you’re a wonderful distraction.” 

You hand him some chopsticks and put together his meal for him. “I could tell something has been off for a few days, sweets. You need something to help you relax, which is why I'm here.” You toss him a wink, for good measure. You eat together, comfortable chat about nothing in particular passes between you two, giving Changbin a small reprieve from the mental strain he’s been dealing with. 

You haven’t been quite honest with him about your visit. You love bringing him lunch on a particularly stressful day, but you have your own ulterior motives. Nothing makes Changbin more relaxed than a little play date, and it’s been a few weeks since he’s had the time and energy to get on his knees for you. You haven’t had him writhing and whining beneath you in an age and you’re beginning to miss it. You never press the issue but seeing how worked up he’s been getting from constant tasks, you have decided to take matters into your own hands, literally. 

After you both finish up, he leans back and pats his belly with a contented sigh. “Thanks love, I really needed that.” 

You stand and walk around his desk slowly, swaying your hips for good measure, stopping within inches of him at his chair. “You still look tense; I’ll give you a little shoulder rub before I go.” You put your hand out for him to pull him out of his chair and sit in his place. You pat your lap, gesturing for him to get comfortable. Changbin looks at you for a moment, you can watch the gears turning slowly in his head, trying to anticipate how this will go. In the end, he gingerly sits on your thighs.  

You wrap your arms around his midsection and pull him flush with your body. Changbin sits a little taller than you from this angle which is perfect for peppering the back of his neck with small kisses. He giggles and cranes his neck away; you love how ticklish he is. Your hands on his shoulders begin to knead slowly, finding all the knots and tension in his broad back, massaging them out and turning him into putty in your hands.  

Soon his head is lolling to the side, entranced by your fingers and your care. It gives you the perfect opportunity to scrape your teeth lightly at the junction between his neck and shoulder, drawing a whimper out of him as he rocks his hips forward. You latch down and give a light suck to his skin, not enough to leave a mark but enough to have him collapse back against you with his hands gripping the armrests of his chair hard. You chuckle into his neck, “Feeling a little sensitive today?” 

He whines at you poking fun at him as one hand snakes around his waist and the other wraps around his neck. He is pliant in your hands, a delicate squeeze has him moaning “Darling…” You smile against his skin at the use of your title, the little detail telling you he’s slipping into the deep neediness he’s been denying himself these past few weeks. You’re “Darling” when he wants you to take control, turn him into a babbling mess, and lose himself in you.  

He’s grinding subtly in your lap at the pressure you’re applying to his throat, seeking any sort of relief. Your hand around his waist wanders around his body, brushing up against one of his nipples and you feel his stomach muscles contract. He shudders a deep breath out as you slowly rub the sensitive bud, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink hue. The hand on his neck remains, barely applying any pressure, just a feeling of reassurance collaring him. Changbin grasps at your arm with his hands, an anchor for him, something to hold onto while his hips jolt upwards.  

Your hand abandons his nipple to slide down his torso, feeling his abdominal muscles jump at the contact. It travels further down to rest in between his thick thighs, muscles straining the material of his well-tailored pants. He’s already desperately hard, practically throbbing through all the layers of fabric as you drag a nail up his constrained cock. He picks his head up to from your shoulder to watch your hand dance around his length, mesmerized by your movements. Just when it seems like you’re about to grasp him fully, you move to tease him a little more by dragging your nails up his inner thigh. His cock twitches in his pants and he shudders against you with a whine frustration. 

“Shhhh…” you whisper in his ear as you squeeze a little tighter to the sides of his neck. “If you want to cum, you have to be good for your Darling, okay?” He presses his lips together and nods, a small mmmph noise huffing out of him. “Good.” 

When your hands leave his neck and his cock, he gasps at the loss - only to let out a strangled squeak when you grab his suspenders, pull them up, and snap them back down against his chest. The metal adjusters on the straps sting his pecs, so you smooth your hands under the straps and push them down his shoulders, making sure to pay careful attention to the sore skin underneath the metal. You press a kiss just beneath his ear and he melts back into you with a hiss.  

The crisp shirt tucked into his pants gets wrinkled when you pull it free from his waistband. Your fingers nimbly unbutton his pants, sliding the zipper down at an excruciatingly slow pace, making sure he feels the vibrations of every tug against his cock. Your hand slips down and you palm him over his tight boxer briefs, his hips shaking as he grinds into your hand. A small wet spot has already appeared on the fabric concealing his cock from your bare skin, his whimpers come out low and staccato as he lifts his head again to watch your hands again.  

You chuckle at his desperation, “I hardly need to do anything, I bet you could cum from just thrusting up against my hand like this.” 

“N-no-” he begs. “I can be good!” 

“Oh? Can you?” His hips are still gyrating into your hand. 

“Yes, Darling,” he stutters out, his hips halting beneath your touch, his thighs beginning to tremble from the effort to keep still.  

“Good job, sweets. You’re being so good today,” you murmur into his ear. Your palm leaves him, and you hear a protest start to rise in his throat, his breath hitching when your fingers dance along the elastic of his waistband. Gently, you trail them underneath the elastic, to the sensitive skin of his pelvis. His hips begin to shake again as he holds his breath, hungry for your approval more than he wants to chase his orgasm. Your pinky finger lifts the elastic away from his body slowly, pulling up inch by inch until - snap! You let it bounce back onto his hips again as he hisses at the slight sting. 

You push the elastic down his hips enough to let his cock spring free from its confines, slapping against his lower belly. It’s already red and weeping and you drag one finger through the wetness beading up from the tip of his cock. Bringing it to his lips, you press gently into his mouth. He sucks at your finger, groaning at the taste and you watch more pre-cum leak out of his pulsing head. 

"Feet up against the desk,” you say, tapping his thigh. He obliges, lifting his feet and bracing them against the edge of his desk. In this vulnerable position, his body is curled in, relying on you for most of his support. “If anyone walks in right now, they’ll see how much of a good little slut you are for me.” Your whisper in his ear has him shivering against you. “Say it, ‘I’m a good little slut.’” 

“I- I’m a good little slut,” he pants out. 

“Good boy.” You raise a cupped hand to his mouth. “Spit.” 

He drips saliva into your hand, coating your fingers.  

 You grip his cock in your hand lightly, spreading his saliva onto his cock, still teasing him with the barest contact. He mewls at your touch, throwing his head back against your shoulder. You clamp a hand over his mouth as you begin to stroke him, long and languid movements, letting him feel every inch of movement. He throbs in your hand as he moans through your fingers. “If you’re not quiet, I’ll have to shove something in your mouth.” 

He can’t help it, he’s already so fucked out, so deep inside his need for pleasure he can barely hear you. He whimpers as your hand leaves his mouth to reach down for the hem of his shirt. You lift it up, exposing his belly, a soft layer of flesh covering the thick muscles of his abdominals. Bringing the hem of his shirt to his mouth, you press it against his lips until he’s biting it between his teeth. “Good,” you murmur into his ear, as you take his earlobe between your teeth. His moan is muffled a bit by his shirt, and now your other hand is free to roam his torso again. 

With the fabric of his shirt lifted to his mouth, your fingers easily find his exposed nipple, grazing it softly. His abs lurch at the touch, “Oh fuck,” he muffles through his shirt. He leans back again, pressing into you, as he cautiously thrusts up into your hand with every stroke. There’s a fine sheen of sweat coating his forehead now, the effort it takes not to drive into your hand, to chase his high, shakes through his whole body. 

Just then, the shrill ring of the phone makes him gasp. Still at the mercy of your hands, he’s conflicted – ignore it and let you continue or do his job and pick up the phone. He’s already trembling, caught in the middle of his chaotic thoughts when you make the decision for him. Leaning forward, you take your hand off his nipple and reach for the phone. You pick it up gingerly, pulling the corded phone towards you as you lean back again, your other hand never leaving his cock. He turns to look at you, wide eyes and panic flooding his features. You place the receiver against your ear. 

“This is the office of Mr. Seo. Please wait a moment while I connect you,” you grin at him with mischief in your eyes. You hand him the phone.  

“H-hello, is this Mr. Lee?” His voice is remarkably steady for someone who was just panting through the cotton of his shirt a moment ago. A deeper blush erupts on his face at this twist.  

“Yes....I’ve got a draft of the contract drawn up for what we’ve discussed,” he continues. You marvel for a moment at his professionalism and the sadistic side of you wants to push him. Your hand begins to stroke him again slowly, squeezing around the base of his cock with every down thrust.  

“Yes....As per our agreement, the ffff-” his eyes slam shut, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. “The forms should be f-faxed over later this afternoon...” He begins thrusting into your hand again, matching your unhurried pace. 

“What?...Oh, yes.... I’m fine. Could we schedule a follow-up later? I apologize, but I have... an urgent m-matter to.... attend to,” his breaths becoming fast and hitched again. “I appreciate your f-flexibility, Mr. Lee.” He yelps as you nip at his neck again. Turning towards you, his eyes lock onto yours with a mix of frenzied desire and frustration at this turn of events. “T-thank you. Good-bye." 

He lets the receiver drop to the floor once he hears the click and dial tone on the other end. Changbin turns to you, ready to scold you for that kind of move during a call, but you swoop in for a kiss and he melts. He whimpers into your mouth as your tongue caresses his and you start fisting his cock once again. You break the kiss and murmur against his lips, “You did such a good job, sweets. I think you deserve a reward for being such a professional.” 

That aching hunger is painted on his face again as he nods, “P-please, Darling.” 

You squeeze the base of his cock again, pre-cum trickling down his shaft, adding to the dripping wetness of his cock. A lewd slick noise fills the room as you pick up the pace. He starts to whimper again, eyes clamping shut and thrusting into your hand. You shove your hand into his mouth, gripping onto his lower jaw, to keep him from making too much noise. He moans again as he sucks hard on your fingers, the pitch of his whimpers getting higher. “I’m gonna c-” 

You stop and grip the base of his cock again, hard. He spasms, a wanton whine like gravel in his throat, protesting the loss of friction. He whines around your fingers again, this time in a pleading tone, his eyes wet and sparkly with unshed tears. He lurches forward in your grasp as you coo into his ear, not letting him reach his high just yet. “I said you deserved a reward; I didn’t say it was going to happen right away.”  

Changbin’s practically pulsating in your hand; you could feel his heartbeat twitching in the veins of his cock. You wait for his body to still, fighting to get control, to be good, because he knows nothing feels as good as your praise. As he relaxes into your arms again, you begin pumping his cock again, toying with it. You pop your fingers out of his mouth and grip his neck again. You apply a light hold to his neck, not constricting his airway, so his panting breaths still come freely. His hips start rocking again on their own accord, you know he’s in another headspace all together now, fully surrendered to you. 

His hips start stuttering again, grunting against your hand around his throat, pushing himself into your grasp. Your thumb and middle fingers squeeze a soothing pressure into the sides of his neck. He’s trying to string some words together and failing, fully babbling at your hands. “P-plea-please,” he tries to say. 

“Hmm? What was that, sweets?” 

“Please....m-may I cum?”  

“Please may I cum, who?” 

“PLEASE may I cum, D-” he’s losing his words again, thrusting full speed into your hand, gripping onto your arm, balls tightening as he tries to hold himself back. “DARLING.” 

“Of course, sweetheart. You just needed to ask politely.” You release your hold on his throat and bite down on the sensitive part between his neck and shoulder with that. 

Changbin cries out, cock twitching in your hand as his hips stutter, losing their rhythm. With a few more pumps, he’s gushing, spurting all over his stomach, his chest, even his desk. His hands come to grip the chair behind your head as his hips rock through his orgasm. You clamp a hand over his mouth again to keep his volume down, but he’s gone, groaning into your hand as his whole body shudders. You milk Changbin through his orgasm until his whines take on a painful edge and he starts pushing your hand away, kicking his legs up to get away from the stimulation. 

He collapses back onto you, totally spent. Your hands are the only thing keeping him in place or else he’d probably fall to the floor. You press small kisses to his face and neck as you bring him back down to earth. Your hands trail around his body, reviving him slowly with comfort. Your fingers card through his hair and he sighs into your touch. 

After a few moments, he chuckles. “I’m going to have to teach you proper phone etiquette.” 

You scoff in a mock horror, “Are you saying there’s something wrong with the way I answered?” 

“Yes,” he giggles, eyes crinkling up. “You answered.” 

“I was just helping you with work, my love.” You press a chaste kiss on his temple. He sits up to turn around. His body still shakes a little as he takes your face in his hands for a long kiss. As he pours emotion and gratitude into the kiss, you boil over with pride, a warm feeling erupting in your chest. He leans back, just a breath away from you, tenderness in his eyes and rubs little circles on your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“Well, Darling,” he says, putting a cheeky emphasis on your title. “You can help me with work in other ways.” 

His face grows serious and tender for a moment. “Thank you for this today, really. Only you can make me feel this relaxed when I’ve been having such a hard time.” 

You peck him on the lips again, smiling into your kiss. “I do it because I love you.” 

“Oh, only for that reason?” he says as he stands, pulling up his pants and readjusting his shirt and suspenders. He offers you a hand and pulls you up from the chair into his arms.  

He kisses your nose, and you blush. “I’ll see you at home,” he says. “And if you think I won’t be returning the favor because of work, you’ve got another thing coming.” 

[cherryredstars]

Hi Cherry!! I love love loovveee your work and I was wondering if you could do another punk!reader x miguel one shot? I never really see any punk type readers and I would just love to have a reader that looks scary and punk/alternative ya know? Stuff like piercings, colored hair maybe, just stuff like that.

I LOVE YOU THANK YOU!!!!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gnPunk!reader

Warnings: Piercings, Fluff

A/N: Hi, love!! I hope you enjoy!!

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More Punk!reader

You can sense him laughing at you.

You squint your eyes open, relieving them from their scrunched up state. Miguel's lips are thinned as he tries to contain his laughter, the hold he has on your hand loose. You glare at him, and his eyes twinkle at you as you lay on the piercing table. You are so going to twist his nuts after this is over.

"This isn't funny." You hiss at him, turning your head away to not look at your body piercer as they prepare their equipment.

Miguel finally lets his chuckle out, rubbing his thumb soothingly against the back of your hand.

"It's just..." He starts off, a smile breaking on his face. "I've never seen you so scared before."

You huff, rolling your eyes. "Just because I'm scary, doesn't mean I don't get nervous every now and then."

Miguel's smile softens as he shakes his head, squeezing your hand tight. "I know. But I would think you would be used to this by now since you have so many piercings already."

Your mouth puckers to the side, humming in reluctant understanding and turning towards him slightly. "Yeah, but they still hurt."

Miguel hums back, smiling again when you freeze up as your piercer turns to you. You look at Miguel with wide eyes for a second before they turn back into glares.

"You better not let go of my hand Miguel O'Hara, or else I will make you cry like you've never cried before." You threaten.

Miguel nods obediently, tightening his hold on your hand as you move to lay straight and close your eyes. Your piercer chuckles at the banter, pressing down on the area that you want pierced to make sure there aren't any irregularities since the last time they checked a few minutes ago. Miguel sees the uneven rise and fall of your chest as you wait in anticipation, eyes scrunched tight.

"Promise, I'll even kiss it better when we're done." He reassures you.

You both silently agree to ignore the fact your voice was slightly pitchy the entire time you threatened him.

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"Does it really take that long to read instructions?"

You're growing impatient, sitting crossed legged on a chair in the kitchen. You're wearing your go-to hair dying shirt, unwashable bleach stains and hair coloring marking the area around the collar and shoulders. All of the necessary tools to redye your hair sit on the counter closest to the two of you. Miguel is wearing the included gloves in the hair box kit you picked up from the store, the material straining as they're just able to fit his large hands. In his gloved hands are the hair dye box and the large pamphlet of instructions. By now, you would already have half of your head done, but Miguel insisted on helping you since he did promise at the bar that one night.

He's ready both the instructions on the box and in the pamphlet three times. In both English and Spanish. You cross your arms as you raise your brow at him, glaring at him.

"I've done this millions of times already, Miguel. But those fucking things down. I'll walk you through it." You groan.

Miguel ignored you, eyes squinting as he holds the paper closer to his face as he rereads. He's even got his fucking glasses out.

"Yeah, but I've never done this before. I don't want to damage your hair or something." Miguel argues as he flips the paper over to read the back, eyes skimming the paper in confusion until he realizes he's actually reading French.

"I don't know if you can tell but," You pause picking at a lock of your split-ended hair. "My hair's already fucked up. You literally can't fuck it up any more than it already is."

Miguel sighs as he puts the directions and paper back on the counter, finally beginning to mix the products together in the bowl included. He shakes his head as he does so, walking over to you so you can see if he's mixing it right. You smile at the sight of his concentrated face, tilting your head up when he's built up the courage to start applying it to your hair. You shiver slightly at the initial coldness, closing your eyes so it doesn't get into your eyes. Miguel is gentle as he applies the product and parts your hair to make sure it's spread evenly. Every now and then he stops to ask you for advice when he gets to a tricky patch of hair or is confused on how to part something.

But eventually, talking double the time it would if you did it yourself, Miguel steps away from you. Your eyes open slowly, seeing the look of pride on his face as he examines his work. You smile at the sight, reminding him to set a timer so you know when to wash your hair. While you wait, you help him clean up, making sure to look in the mirror to see if Miguel missed anywhere beforehand.

When you do wash your hair, the results turn out amazing. The color is vibrant and just how you imagined, and Miguel fawns over how amazing the new color looks on you. He even offers to take pictures of you for your Instagram, and you smile as you pull him into the frame, snapping a picture of you with your newly dyed hair and Miguel's excited face resting on your shoulder. When your friends and family start commenting and asking about who your new hairdresser was, you can't help but laugh.

Sorry, they're only reserved for me.

[bbina]

you wake up to the feeling of someone’s arms around you. frantically sitting up, you look beside you to see wonbin sleeping soundly.

your sudden movements prompts wonbin to stir in his sleep, ultimately tightening his grip around your body.

“just 5 more minutes taro..” he murmurs in his sleep

you look down on yourself, trying to recall last night’s events. thankfully you still had your clothes on meaning nothing happened between you and your fake boyfriend.

that’s when it hits you. wonbin came over to your room last night to hangout. one thing led to another and that’s how wonbin ended up sleeping next to you. you gaze at wonbin, who was peacefully asleep. he looked so cute sleeping, the way his hair was all tousled and all, it was truly a sight to see. you brushed some of his bangs away from his face. the light touch of your fingertips against his skin startles him awake, his eyes snapping open in surprise.

his initial reaction was to grab your wrist.

you let out a small laugh, “good morning, sleepyhead”

wonbin smiles lazily when he realizes it was just you.

“g’morning” he mumbles, before rolling back to his previous position, his arm still around your body.

you only watch him in amusement. then wonbin sits up, eyes wide at the realization of the position you two were in. instantly, he withdraws his arm around you, spitting out a string of apologies

”shit! sorry i fell asleep. you were so warm against me and i don’t even know what came over me–”

you grab the pillow next to wonbin and smacked him with it. he lets out an “oof” as you laugh

“it’s alright, dumbass. it’s not like eunseok’s gonna barge into my room right now to check on me. it’s still probably like too early for him to-”

you spoke too soon. you weren’t even able to finish your sentence when your brother shamelessly barges into the room with sohee, seunghan and anton in tow

“have you seen wonbin shotaro said he wasn’t in his room last night– you gotta be fucking kidding me” eunseok stops his sentence midway when he sees you in bed with the person they were looking for

the six of you stare each other in shock? in amusement? you can’t really tell with the way eunseok’s face contorts into something you can’t decipher, sohee who looked like he just walked into something he shouldn’t, seunghan who was standing with his mouth agape and anton who was on the floor dying with the whole situation

“is this real? chat is this real?” anton hollers, clutching his stomach

“no way…” sohee covers his mouth

"HOLY SHIT" seunghan exclaims, clapping his hands

“i’m going to kill him” eunseok darts straight to wonbin, pulling him up with the collar of his shirt.

“eunseok no!” you screeched, standing up on the bed, getting in between your brother and wonbin who looked like his soul just left his body. eunseok’s fist was up in the air, making a fuss about why were you two on the same bed

“HYUNG I CAN EXPLAIN” wonbin desperately pleads

“EUNSEOK IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE”

with all the commotion going around, sungchan, who was on the room next to yours, enters the room. “what’s going on in here?” he asked as he takes in the room. you were in between eunseok and wonbin who was now kneeling in front of eunseok’s feet, sohee, seunghan and anton all laughing while recording on their phones

“i swear on my life nothing happened between us” he hears wonbin reason out to the fuming eunseok.

“there better not be! i’m not trying to have little nieces and nephews running around any time soon!” eunseok booms (basically yells) at the poor boy in front of him.

but of course anton, sohee and seunghan had to be little shits and decided to instigate.

“but eunseok hyung.. why were they in bed together?”

“is that wonbin hyung’s hoodie that y/n is wearing?”

“if i were wonbin i’d start kissing eunseok hyung’s feet”

seeing how eunseok’s eyes were literally on fire, you push your brother away from wonbin.

“nothing fucking happened, seok!” you intervene, defending wonbin from your older brother’s wrath. you looked around to see anyone who can pull eunseok away from the room and you make eye contact with sungchan.

“jinsu! please help” you say with pleading eyes. sungchan had an unreadable expression on his face. you could be imagining it but you see hurt flash through his features before grabbing eunseok by his shoulders and dragging him away from you and wonbin

he was about to say something til his girlfriend walks through the door.

“hey what gives– oh my!” she gasps at the sight of wonbin who was on the floor, you standing in front of him, sungchan holding eunseok off. she puts two and two together and mutters an “oh..”

sungchan whispers something to eunseok before he leaves the room with his girlfriend. you can only watch the couple leave with a disappointed sigh. almost forgetting the situation you were in.

eunseok takes a deep breath as he calms himself down. he trusts you enough to let this go. if you claim that nothing happened then nothing happened. however, he still has the urge to give wonbin the talk after

“this isn’t over” eunseok starts, looking between you and wonbin, “you and i are gonna have a talk after breakfast” he motions two fingers in front of his eyes and to wonbin’s. almost like he was threatening him (he was). with that, he leaves the room with sohee, seunghan and anton scurrying behind him, giggling at wonbin’s flustered face

eunseok didn’t even bother to close the door when they left. shouting “this door STAYS open”

when the coast was clear, you hear wonbin exhale and fall to the ground with a hand on his chest.

“that was the scariest i’ve seen eunseok” he says, dazed, looking up at the ceiling. you can only laugh in agreement. that was the first time you’ve seen eunseok act like an overprotective brother. then again, you didn’t really have a “boyfriend” til now

“what are we gonna do now?” wonbin turns his head to look at you.

“pray that you’ll get out of that talk alive”

“y/n!”

between the lines ★ count your days

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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[hollywoodroses]

We need freaky ass duff, like disgustingly freaky, not like shit kink, but yk what I mean, make it pounding into when he’s sweaty and using a lots of toys and idk just freaky shit THANK YOU!!!!! YOUR WRITING IS FUCKING AMAZING

OMFG, Thank you so much! I’m glad people like my dirty mind and writing style. 😘

peep show (a requested duff mckagan story)

While visiting the red-light district in amsterdam, duff gets dragged into a wild x-rated experience.

warnings: very heavy smut including: exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of toys, pain!kink pet!play, choking!kink, mommy!kink. reader just gets off on duff’s sexy body. language including sexual language. heavy fem!slash, mild drug use and drug hallucination.

a/n: hi anon, I tried to make this one as dirty as possible. I hope you like it, I’m nervous for this one. 🥺

mdni

Summer 1988 - Amsterdam (10pm local time)

It was the middle of Guns N’ Roses appetite for destruction tour in Europe. The band was taking a few days off and checking out the night-life. Duff was currently in a cafe, having lost track of his bandmates. He was offered a pill to take with his coffee, too curious for his own good he took the pill without asking any questions. It only took a few minutes for the medicine to do its magic and suddenly Duff was on an LSD trip. He saw a powerful light which caused him to leave the cafe in order to get rid of the uneasy feeling. Not realizing where he was going, he ended up in the infamous red-light district.

Duff was in shock as he saw half dressed men and women walking very openly in the streets, literally dragging people into the pornographic shows. He came up to an open window which showed every sex act known to human nature. He got up close as he watched two naked women swap spit with each other, a chill going down his spine.

One of the women noticed him and kissed him through the window egging him on to join her. Duff was curious but curiosity killed the cat as he joined her in the fun.

Meanwhile, you were watching Duff from the open door of the sex-house wondering why the small little lost kitten was being a bad boy. You are naked with a clear shall wrapped around your oily body. You walk towards the two women who are playing with your pet. You grab a collar and a leash that was on a table and once you get close enough to Duff, you step outside from an opening on the side of the window.

You lightly put your hand on Duff’s chest which started to feel wet from his sweat after taking the pill. Taking his shirt in your hands, you grab it and rip it open hearing him moan for you. You whisper dirty words in his ear which causes him to lay his head on your shoulder, a perfect way to give your kitten the collar he deserves.

When Duff feels the collar around his neck his eyes go wide in shock. You push him to his knees and proceed to walk him like an obedient pet. Duff walks on his hands and knees, whimpering from pain. He feels his cum drip out of his dick seeming to be turned on by the whole experience. He couldn’t wait to rail you until you are screaming in ecstasy.

You walk him into the building and sit on a chair, encouraging Duff to sit in your lap. He grinds into your pussy and you moan while closing your eyes. You want to feel him close to you but you get sidetracked when he licks your lips, you can’t help but moan at the whole situation. You start to heavily make-out with him, your eyes are in shock as he begins to suck on your tongue. Feeling yourself get hot, you push him down on the floor in front of you. He slowly starts to lick your pussy feeling you dripping for him makes him even more excited.

You can’t help but blush, he keeps licking and sucking your pussy that you shout as you squirt in his face. Some of the liquid ending up in his mouth, you praise him at how well he behaved. You pull Duff into your arms and kiss him, sticking your tongue down his throat. Feeling your nipples go hard, Duff starts to suck on your chest while dry humping you. You watch as sweat starts to drip on his body. You can’t help but lick his sweet water, a moan getting lost in your throat.

Your hand finds a vibrator as you kiss Duff passionately, rubbing it on his dick as the other half rubs your pussy. You can feel Duff straining to speak, you hear him moan “mommy” like a religious mantra as the vibrator slips from your wetness and falls to the ground.

“That’s right baby, keep going. I know you want me.” You reply with lust in your eyes.

You smile as you literally feel like you own him.

Duff sees a toy dick on the table next to you, as you can’t help but rub against his body while feeling like a whore. He smiles wickedly as he takes it in his hands and starts fucking you with it. Loving hearing you moan like a porn star made him even more wild for you. He drops the toy and lets go of you to undress himself, sitting back in your lap. He begins to rail you until your a screaming mess. Duff laughs as he lightly puts his hand around your neck to get a rise out of you. To his surprise, you roll your eyes back and lean your head over the chair, moaning. Your voice gets the attention of the two women from earlier, one of the women smiles as she was the one that got you to join the sex house. She’s so proud of you, she walks up behind your chair where you are leaned back as kisses you while your head is upside down. Covering Duff’s hand around your neck with her own. When she takes your tongue in her mouth you orgasm so hard you see stars.

You kiss Duff with so much passion you feel a pain in your heart that you have to let him go. After Duff gets dress, you kiss him one last time, sneaking a note in his pocket as he leaves the wild world behind.

the end

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

taedros twodros

part one: taedros taedros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW wc: 1.9k reader: femme afab (maybe just afab idk again lemme know if you think it needs/doesn't need a femme label and i didn't use any pronouns so?? but i'm playing it safe just in case) SPECIFIC WARNINGS BELOW CUT ~ MINORS DNI MATURE SMUT!! summary: after weeks of loserbestfriend!taerae eating you out and seemingly wanting nothing in return, you finally find out the reason and offer to repay his original favor... okay. i did it. don't say i never did anything for you. don't spend it all in one place. 💀 also yes i ai enhanced that pic but i had no choice. he's so lame i love him. y'all like the title? twodros. okay bye.

EXPLICIT SMUT BELOW CUT-- MINORS DNI!!

specific warnings: oral f & m receiving, p in v (riding), subbyyyyy taerae want to make that clear but also switch taerae, switch reader, cum play, virgin taerae oops, pet names, taerae's red sweatpants, calling taerae's pussy eating obsession an "addiction", literally no mention of condoms or bc idk you know that's not always a good idea in real life but also i'm not a safe sex authority do whatever you want babe just think about it first :)

~*...*~

pressing light, teasing kisses to your clit, taerae chuckles at the frustrated sounds you’re making for him. his being so annoyingly cute even when eating you out isn’t helping. god, you’re dying to get your hands on him.

you don’t know when you started feeling this way about your best friend, but in the last three weeks something had undoubtedly changed. what started out as a pitch for taerae to tame your curiosity had since seemingly turned into a game of how many times during your weekly “movie night” he could make you cum before you passed out.

spoiler alert: it was a lot. taerae ate you out so much, in fact, that you were actually starting to worry…

was taerae addicted to eating pussy? had you been unknowingly enabling his pussy addiction? were you going to have to stage an anti-pussy intervention?

help check him into pussy rehab?

“fuuuck,” you whine, fingers threading through taerae’s hair as the sudden feeling of his tongue fucking into you breaks your train of thought. you’d already cum twice but taerae has caused you to become so greedy.

even if taerae had some sort of problem… who were you to complain when you were reaping all the benefits of it?

a moan from taerae brings your attention back to him and you notice he’s already begun humping the bed just a few minutes in. the past two weeks, he’d become less and less able to hold himself back; rutting into his mattress while you came on his tongue for hours. 

you’d seen taerae like this last week and gently pulled him up to you by his shirt collar; salivating when you saw how hard he was in his joggers. your fingers hooked over his waistband as you looked up at him tentatively. you expected him to eagerly agree, but instead he’d just shook his head and returned his lips to your swollen cunt.

watching as taerae moans into you at both your sweetness and the friction on his clothed cock, you realize just how desperate you are to make him feel as good as he had been making you feel.

“taerae,” you say but he doesn’t hear you, eyes closed as his tongue laps at your folds. you tug his hair a bit harder to get his attention, repeating, “taerae?”

his eyes flutter open as he looks up at you--  pulling back from your pussy reluctantly. he runs the back of his hand across his chin, wiping some of your juices from his mouth. “what’s wrong, baby? everything okay?”

you shake your head. “tae...”

“what, baby?” he asks, pushing up on his hands and sitting up to dote on you. he places a hand on each of your knees, pressing kisses to the inside of each leg. “tapping out already? i know you can give me more.”

“tae, i--,” you whine at his words; sitting up a bit on your elbows. eyes falling to the crotch of taerae’s ugly red sweatpants he'd had since high school, the small wet spot you find sends a fresh wave of need to your core. “want you. want you so bad.”

“y--... you do?” he asks in utter disbelief. he blinks at you nervously; swallowing hard as he averts your gaze. “are you sure? ‘cause i can just keep doing this if you want--”

“do you really not want to fuck me or something?” you interrupt, pouting at your best friend. “you’re so hard you’re soaking through your pants, so i just thought that maybe you’d want to. but you absolutely don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“fuck, i want to,” he says softly, squeezing your knees as his eyes find yours again. “but...”

“tae,” you coo worriedly, finally closing your legs and climbing over to him. “is something wrong? is all of this too weird? maybe we shouldn’t have done any of this...”

“no, no, no! i like this,” taerae pleads, shaking his head quickly. he presses his lips together for a moment, clearly unsure of whether or not to say his next thought. “i--... i don’t wanna fuck this up.”

your brow furrows at the sentiment. “you’re not gonna fuck it up, tae.”

“i am,” he says, scrunching his nose up. “because... um. well. remember when i said i ‘wasn’t a virgin’?”

“OH MY GOD, I KNEW IT!” you shout; much to the horror of taerae. you take his face in your hands, squishing it up cutely. “why didn’t you tell me, you absolutely adorable little virgin loser?”

“i thought you’d make fun of me,” he huffs through the pout your hands are squishing his lips into. you unsquish his face; pushing his floppy hair back out of his eyes sweetly.

“you’re really fucking good at eating pussy, tae,” you compliment; his cheeks tinging red. “you had me fooled... is that the only thing you’ve done?”

he nods shyly. 

“well look at us,” you say with a laugh, poking at his dimples. “no guys would eat me out and all girls will let you do is eat them out.”

he sighs; blinking quickly through his embarrassment. 

“well i guess we can be done for tonight, if you want,” you say, starting to climb off of his bed when a hand around your wrist pulls you back. you look at him, the expression on his face telling you he’s as “curious” as you were a couple weeks ago.

“or i can help you out,” you suggest and from the way his cock twitches in his pants, you know he was hoping you’d say that. “if you wanna... see what it’s like?”

“mm. wanna see,” he evhoes softly and you’re surprised by how much cuteness is radiating off of him right now. you’re on top of him in seconds, finally kissing him for what you realize is the first time. his lips are so soft and responsive and when he whimpers into your mouth, you tug his shirt up and over his head and push him gently to the mattress; his head resting on his pillow as he looks up at you through lidded eyes.

situating yourself between taerae’s legs, you pull at the waistband of his stupid red sweatpants and he helps you remove them. his bulge is straining against his black boxer briefs and you begin to palm him through them to help relieve some tension. as soon as he feels the slight pressure, he bucks his hips into your hand-- whining for more.

“do you want something, baby?” you ask, squeezing a bit firmer. he nods frantically, placing his hand over yours to keep you there. you squeeze a bit too hard now and taerae seethes at the pain. “don’t get demanding. you’ll take what i give you.”

he nods again, eyes wide with understanding. “m’sorry. m’so--... oh my god.”

pulling taerae’s boxers off his hips and down his legs, you sink down onto your stomach-- both of your hands wrapping around the base of his cock as you lick a long stripe from the shaft to the tip.

his dick is pretty— even prettier in your hands and you’re dying to put it in your mouth. sticking out your tongue teasingly, you tap him against it and the whimpers that fall out of taerae make you feel a bit dizzy with power.

after playing around a bit more with the head of his cock, you take his length in your mouth— pressing down on taerae’s hips to keep him from bucking down your throat by accident. 

tapping the back of your throat lightly, the sound that he makes is both deliciously obscene and concerning. you really don’t want him to cum before you get to feel that pretty cock stretching your walls.

you pull off of him and the bratty whine from the loss of contact that escapes him only inflates your ego. “if you cum down my throat, you’re not gonna get to fuck me. is that what you want?”

taerae whines again, his hand finding the back of your head and gently trying to push you back down on him. you know he’s not actually being forceful— he just wants you to react.

as you smack his right thigh hard, the mesmerized look in taerae’s eyes is thrilling.

“let me take care of you, okay?” you soothe, sucking his cock sloppily in between words. “you’ve been so sweet to me, baby. wanna make you feel good.”

taerae nods with a whimper as you straddle him; grabbing the base of his cock to position under your entrance. as he feels you sink down onto him, all he can cry is, “oh my g— oh fuuuck."

“fuuuck,” you echo in aas your walls slowly mold to taerae’s size. 

“please, please,” he moans; clearly already out of his mind. “n-need you s-so bad.”

“you’ve got me, baby,” you soothe, a hand gripping at either side of his chest. “how does it feel?”

“pussy so warm,” he cries, a hand finding each of your hips and holding them tightly. “so wet, too. oh my god it’s amazing.”

you wish all the guys you’d been with had talked to you like this. the way taerae basically worshipped your pussy was intoxicating.

“baby,” you whine— starting to fuck yourself on his cock. you watch as taerae’s eyes roll back in absolute bliss.

it’s only a few minutes before his nails are digging into the skin at your hips as he warns, “fuck, i can’t. m’sorry i can’t— gonna cum, g'nna—.”

“you can cum, baby,” you allow, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. he keeps you there for a moment, kissing you and moaning into your mouth until you pull back. “want you to cum.”

“fuck, i--. fuck, m’cumming,” he cries; hips bucking into you as he reaches his high. as he slowly comes down, he’s unintelligibly babbling, “pussy s’good, honey— wanna live in it oh my god s’perfect i could die…”

“ssssh, baby, it’s okay,” you coo, pressing kisses up his chest. “you did so good.”

“mmm,” he mewls, covering his face with his hands as his cheeks flush pink. 

“you’re gonna wanna see this, tae,” you reach up and remove his hands from over his eyes, letting one fall to his chest and pulling the other towards you. lifting up off of him, taerae hisses at the loss of warmth as his cock falls to his stomach-- still leaking slightly from the tip. 

“holy fuck,” he moans-- the sound turning to a light, disbelieving laugh as he watches both of your juices start to drip out of you and onto his balls. you bring his fingers to your core; coating his middle and ring fingers in the mixture and bringing them to your lips. you pop them in your mouth, sucking them clean as you see taerae’s cock twitch at the sight. “you’re so fucking hot-- i can’t take it.”

taerae sticks his fingers back in your entrance; this time bringing the liquid to his own lips. he pops his fingers in his mouth, exhaling with satisfaction at the taste. taking you by the waist suddenly and flipping you onto your back, he folds your legs to your chest-- granting himself full access to your pussy. he looks at you; the hungriest you’ve seen him yet as his focus returns to your messy, throbbing cunt. you whimper as taerae husks, “gonna clean you up.”

so what if he's addicted?, you think as he dives in again.

so are you.

[estrellayluna]

Heartbroken

Nanami Kento • Toji Fushiguro • Gojo Saturo ( Separate posts )

How I envision the three men would break your heart

Visuals will be linked, please check them out!

Nanami Kento

( let’s pretend he’s 21 bc I just can’t picture him ever cheating at his big age!!)

You had told Nanami you would be gone for the majority of the day with your friend unsure of what time you would make it back. Though you had planned this day with your friend for quite sometime you had felt guilty that you didn’t make time for Nanami, surprisingly he had the day off as well. You were a little saddened as to why he didn’t feel the need to tell you but he reassured you that you’d just enjoy the beautiful day you two had woken up to.

Though the respected careers that the both of you have, you’ve noticed it had managed to make a wedge between the two of you.

Not wanting to get your hopes up, you tried to mentally promise yourself you could try to make it back to Nanami’s place just before 7pm that day and spend the remainder of the late afternoon with your love.

That is what you hoped.

You had asked your friend to drop you off at Nanami’s instead of your place. With not many shopping bags with you, you didn’t feel the need to go back to yours. You saved as much energy for the remainder of the day. Though in mind, hoping to see Nanami and surprise him once again just to probably lay in each others arms had kept you pretty content.

What you had at expect was to find Nanami being folded by another woman.

Candles warmly illuminating the living room, whilst soft music could be heard just mere inches away in Nanami’s record player.

The record player that you gifted him over a year ago. The candles you had gotten him when you were out shopping at home decors.

Have the both of you been so caught up in your work life you never noticed he must have been going behind your back in secrecy.

But never in a million years would you think that the man you loved, Nanami Kento cheat on you.

Not wasting another breath your own feet seem to guide you because the pit in your stomach would have rather you projectile in then and there.

Almost stumbling your way outside the building where Nanami resides, the rush of cold air almost made you sick

You felt your body want to reject everything that just happened.

Making your way down the street to go literally anywhere you hear him call out your name.

Shame, embarrassment and pity is all you felt when you heard him call for you. Not looking back, and your the heels of your feet in agony in the stomping unbeknownst to you while you fled.

Nanami pulls you by your left arm begging you to look at him.

Embarrassment.

Please, let me explain to you

You felt utterly disgusted at the thought of his hands ever touching someone else’s skin. Not before or after, but whilst the two of you were still together.

What could there possibly be to explain

You felt your cheeks get getting puffy already, trying to pull your arm away from his

I am sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way

Before he could say anything else the sudden urge to punch him was enough to know it was over between you. Because there was hatred within it.

But he knew just as well as anyone you could never.

Feeling numb, your hand went up to punch him on the shoulder.

Though instead of hatred it was just a punch of pain and agony.

How could you Nanami, you had me!

Another miserable punch landed on his chest this time, tears eventually rolling down your face

The less days we had together-

No Nanami, don’t make excuses! Because not once did I ever see you differently! And especially anyone else!

The last final blows of your weak punches find their way to the collar of Nanami’s shirt so desperately trying to hold on.

All you heard was the sigh coming from his mouth. And it made you feel worthless all over again.

It’s not fair Nanami

I’m sorry…

-

Tell me why I had to type the whole damn link character by character omfg

[seeingivy]

HI RONNIE!!!! HOPE ALL IS WELL POOKIE!! i just have a suggestion for your gojo fics + ts songs if you haven’t done it already bc i havent rlly checked but gorgeous from reputation 😋😋😋

gorgeous

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: nothing much, just some good old thirsting for our favorite sorcerer

an: HELLO MY BELOVED BABIE POOKIE SWEETIE PIE FACE!!! of course I can do gorgeous (which this is actually the fourth time it's been requested for taylor as gojo so I had to do it as fast as I could) fun fact: this was one of my surprise songs when my older sister flew me out to see the eras tour in atlanta!!!!

--

The rosé is sweet as it trickles down your throat, immediately filling you with a warm, fuzzy feeling in the center of your chest. 

“We’ve only been here for twenty minutes.” Nanami says, reaching to take the bottle from you. 

“And I’ve had the longest week of my life. Please mind your own business, Kento.” you respond, reaching for the bottle back from him. 

A measly tradition from when you were masters students together is now the only reason you’re making it to the end of the week. After a load of corporate bullshit for Nanami, insane work hours for Shoko, and the most disorganized elementary school in the metropolitan area for you, the three of you come together to bitch and get drunk. 

Let loose. And let loose really means let loose, because the bartender hates you so much that he has a picture of the three of you printed on the front door with a very menacing Do Not Enter sign next to it. 

“Hi Toji.” 

“I’m going to permanently ban you from this bar one day. And I’ll feel no remorse when I kick you out on your ass either.” 

“Toji, stop flirting with me or I’m going to fall in love with you.” 

Toji wrinkles his nose in disgust, looking borderline offended that you would even say such a thing, as he places three beers on the table. You shoot him a wink and he flips you off in response as he walks back to his spot behind the bar. 

“So what is that asshat doing?” Nanami asks. 

You turn your head to find Hiro, the stupid pathologist you’ve been dating for the past eight months, doing some type of…interpretive dance in the middle of the bar with a blonde girl. Interpretive dance is a nice word for twerking on each other. 

“Networking.” 

Shoko and Nanami nearly burst out laughing before pushing their bottles towards you, which you happily accept. 

“You win. What an absolute idiot.” 

You all laugh as you watch Hiro go on, matching disgusted faces plastered on the three of your faces as his arms become more uncoordinated with each changing beat. You turn your head to the side, swallowing down your disgust with Nanami’s beer and silently thanking the Ancient Sumerians for creating the aforementioned beer for you to drown your pity in.  

The door of the bar swings open behind you and Nanami and Shoko lift their hands up, giving a polite wave, before sinking back down into their chairs. You turn around to look at who they were waving at and feel your breath get tangled in your throat. 

Are you drunk? Yes. Are you a little bit delusional? Probably. Is this probably a result of the idiot you’ve been dating doing some type of weird, inappropriate bird mating call on the dance floor that’s more embarrassing for you than it is for him? For sure. 

But the human personification of beauty just walked into the smelly bar and you think you’ve fallen in love. In lust. In whatever you can have with this man, because he’s literally the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

He’s tall, his defined arms peeking out through the white, buttoned collared shirt he’s wearing. His sleeves are pulled just past his forearms, because he’s a whore, putting the tiniest of veins on display and honestly, making you foam at the mouth. Not only is he built, not only is he fit but he literally has the face of a fucking angel. 

You’ve never understood that entire thing. Attraction at first sight. You need to sit down, get to know someone, before you can truly like them. And tonight, you stand corrected because there’s something magnetic about him. You can’t help but notice, can’t help but pay attention to him walking around the bar. 

You think it’s illegal. Because who the fuck walks into this dinky ass bar looking like that? Sparkly blue eyes, peeking from behind a pair of sunglasses, and perfectly tousled, snow white hair. Looks that could kill. Like literally kill, because your heart is beating so fast it’s going to explode.  

He walks past the door and takes a seat at the bar, leaning against the table to order his drink. And you’re sure your inhibitions are not present because of the bottle of wine and now four beers that you’ve downed, but you’re full on ogling him. 

Because your day, your week, your life can suck ass but you’ve grown enough to know that you should let yourself enjoy the little things in life. Which includes flagrantly gawking at this beautiful, beautiful stranger. 

“You’re staring.” 

You turn around to face Shoko and Nanami again, nearly twitching in your seat. 

“Who the fuck is that?” 

“Satoru Gojo. He’s a medical malpractice lawyer, he helped out a co-worker of mine a few months ago.” responds Shoko, placing a fresh cigarette in between her teeth. 

“His firm is right across from my office. I see him on the train sometimes on the way to work.” says Nanami, leaning over to light Shoko’s stick. 

“Do you know the things I would do to that man?” 

“What?” 

“I need that man. Horrendously. Biblically. Like we’re Adam and Eve, creating something new. Who the fuck looks like that? Who the fuck walks into Toji’s disgusting ass bar looking like a Greek god? Like an angel descended from the heavens?” 

“Are we talking about the same guy?” Shoko asks, blowing the smoke out of her mouth. 

“Shut up. Don’t act like you don’t go goo goo ga ga over Utahime every time you see her at one of my work functions. This guy is my Utahime.”

“Y/N. Stop.” 

“Shut up Kento. One night with Satoru Gojo and I’d literally lose my fucking mind. Like freak shit - on the table, in the bathroom, on the kitchen counter. Like you know that mind-blowing person you still think about when you’re a smelly, old senile person reliving your glory days when your husband cheats on you? That man under me would be MY glory days. He’s fucking gorgeous.” 

You feel a hand slide around your shoulder and the aforementioned gorgeous man is now sitting right next to you, his other hand resting on your knee. He’s smiling, his eyes even more dazzling when they’re filled with the sincerity of a smile. 

“Gorgeous, huh?” he says, reaching forward to pinch your cheek. 

You stick your face in your hands as you move away from his burning touch.. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He leans forward to shake hands with Shoko and Nanami, exchanging pleasantries with them. The traitors. 

“Were you planning on telling me he was standing right behind me listening while I listed all the ways I would do him, Kento?” 

“What do you think ‘Y/N stop it’ means?” he responds. 

“No need to be ashamed, sweetheart. I think it’s really cute.” 

You roll your eyes as you scoot closer to the other edge of the bench, drowning in your embarrassment as Kento and Shoko break into conversation with Gojo. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

“Hey babe. Are you ready to leave?” 

Hiro’s now standing at the side of the table, sweat dripping down the side of his face, as he gestures for you to stand up. And now it’s even more embarrassing, because Gojo looks way too excited to be meeting Hiro right now. 

“I’m not sure we’ve met. I’m Satoru Gojo.” 

“Hiro. I’m dating Y/N.” 

Satoru looks over, smirking at you, before he leans back - and sends your head into a tizzy in the process because who the hell looks attractive smirking like that. 

“Congratulations. You must be really happy together. Life changing.” he says. 

You can feel your cheeks burning. He’s teasing you. You just admitted all the things you would do to him out loud, about how one night with him would change your life, and not only did he hear but now he’s sticking it to your boyfriend too. 

You push past him in the booth, give Shoko and Nanami a halfhearted smile, before you drag Hiro out of the bar with you. 

--

You sit against the pavement, bumping knees with Itadori, as you both eye the empty parking lot in front of you. 

“I’m really sorry. My grandpa should actually be here any minute.” 

You look over at him, his pink hair tousled messily and the way he’s nervously fidgeting with the strings of his yellow hoodie. You give him a smile, knowing all too well the embarrassment of being the last kid picked up from school. Patiently waiting for someone to remember to pick you up. 

“Are you enjoying the third grade, Itadori?” 

“Yeah. I made a few friends recently which is nice.” 

“That’s always fun, kid. I’m glad you’re situating okay. Do you like the area?” 

“I kind of miss my old house. But it’s nice to spend time with my grandpa.” 

You feel your heart ache as you remember the little file they sent over, the written note from your principal pressed on top. That his parents passed away just before the start of the school year and his grandfather, one of his only living family members, wasn’t doing too well either. 

“Do you like your teacher?” 

He looks over, a shy smile on his face. 

“She’s okay.” 

You smile, reaching forward to mess with her hair. 

“Just okay? I think I’m pretty cool.” 

“Eh.” 

You reach into your pocket for the lollipop you swiped from your stash and hold it out in front of him. You watch his face light up, his excited little hands ripping the paper off. 

“Am I cool yet, Itadori?” 

“Freezing.” 

You smile, giving his shoulder a squeeze as a black car pulls up, stopping right in front of you. And out comes Satoru Gojo, in all his beauty, and one of your other students, Megumi Fushiguro. 

Megumi runs straight up to Itadori, holding out his hand, as he starts dragging him to the car. You stand up, awkwardly brushing your palms against your pencil skirt as Satoru walks up to you, a smirk on his face. 

And what the fuck is he doing here?

“Hi.” 

“Hello. Are you here to pick up Itadori?” 

“Sure am, pretty girl. Have a note from his grandpa, he’s not really feeling well.” 

You nod, ignoring the tingle in your hands as he brushes his fingers against yours to hand you the note. You pretend to read the note as you try to calm your breaths and look back up at him. 

Ocean blue eyes, staring into yours. 

“Perfect. Well, you’re good to go.” 

Satoru gives you a look before bending down to Itadori and Megumi’s heights, giving them the keys to the car and full access to playing with his stereo system. They both excitedly run into the car, leaving you and Satoru outside the school. 

“Are you not leaving?” 

“I thought we could chat for a bit.” 

You clench your fists as he takes Itadori’s seat on the pavement and gestures for you to sit next to him. You both eye Megumi and Itadori in the car, the two of them now sticking their faces too close to the air conditioning vents and manically laughing at how poofed up their hair is getting. 

“How are you?” 

“Satoru Gojo. Are you really making me sit here on the pavement to ask me how I am?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why?” 

“Well. I already know a lot about you. Your name, your occupation, how you feel about me. I feel like we skipped a few steps so we should backtrack. I didn’t even know you were my kids' teacher till about three seconds ago.” he says, smirking over at you. 

“Excuse me. How I feel about you?” 

“Oh, you know. On the table, in the bathroom, on the kitchen counter.” he responds, his voice all sing-songy. 

“Isn’t your wife waiting for you at home?” 

You can feel the jealousy seething in you already, because you know his answer. Because there is no universe where this man does not have a girlfriend already. The best ones are already taken. He leans closer, pinching your cheek in response. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

“I think the whole my kid’s elementary school teacher cheating affair is cliche, Satoru. Dare I say, even more cliche than the nanny.” 

“But not as cliche as the secretary.” 

“Oh, of course not. That’s the holy grail of cliche cheating affairs.” 

He laughs, leaning back on his forearms as you both fall into the silence. Stupid, fucking gorgeous funny charismatic looking-

“No wife for me fortunately. Or girlfriend either.” 

That’s somehow worse. Because if he had a girlfriend, you could be jealous of her. Put her face on a cardboard box and kick it off a cliff. But he’s single. And now he’s just something you want but can’t have. Entirely attainable but not in your reach. 

Also known as, frustrating as hell. 

“Shame. I’m sure girls are lining up at the door to experience the joys of dating you.” 

“And you’re first in line, sweetheart.” 

You feel your cheeks burn as he stands up, the tension so unbearable you can feel it eating at you alive. He holds his hand out, that little tingle running through you again, as he helps you up, now dragging Megumi and Itadori out of the front seats. You give the three of them a smile, your blood burning, as they drive away. 

He sends you a gift the next day. A donation of classroom supplies you had been egregiously emailing all the parents about and a handwritten note. 

the start of a cliche <3 - satoru 

You try to wipe the smile off your face. The fluttering in your chest. The presence of him in your dreams and in your mind at all times. 

Suddenly, you’re seventeen again and you remember the biggest woes of your teenage life. 

The ups and downs of having a crush on someone. 

--

You clench the bowl of pudding in your hands as you ring the doorbell, which sprouts a large amount of commotion and noise behind the door. You give your hair one last pat down, after fretting over it for six hours in the mirror, as the door swings open. 

You’re met with Satoru Gojo and a pink apron hanging around his neck. 

“Nice outfit, Gojo. Can I try it on sometime?” 

“I’ll take it off and give you a show right now, sweetheart.” 

You feel your cheeks blazing as he drags you in, his warm hands taking the bowl from yours. You can hear thumping upstairs, which you’re sure is Megumi, Itadori, and Kugisaki making a mess of Gojo’s apartment. 

You follow him to the kitchen, taking a quick moment to totally check him out, before you make it to his mess of a birthday cake.

“There’s no way you’re going to actually give them that, are you?” 

“What’s wrong with it? It’s homemade. It has that Satoru charm.” 

“More like a stinky charm. What is that smell?” 

“The dishes. I need to do them because they’re kind of sticking to the pans. From this downright radioactive cake I just made.” 

You shoo him away, taking on the duty of properly making something out of the ruins of the "cake" Satoru had spread on his counter. From your vantage point, he has his back turned to you, which gives you full permission to ogle him once again. 

You realize that this is creepy. That no part of this is romantic and that he only invited you to Itadori’s little birthday party because you’re one of five people he actually knows in this city. But god is your heart beaming at the fact that the two of you are like this, together and alone. 

You’re mixing the frosting, a perfect light pink to match Itadori’s hair, and all you can think about is how good Satoru looks in a kitchen. In that run down t-shirt and sweatpants. Being all domestic. 

The way his arms look when he’s washing the dishes, how he looks when he puts things back into the fridge - his arm flexed against the handle. How reaching for the top cupboards makes the end of his shirt lift a little and you can see that muscled skin on his back. 

“I’m sure that the frosting is mixed by now. You’ve been going really hard at it.” 

You feel your face burn as you fill the piping bag, entirely embarrassed that he caught you staring. He makes his way over as you fill up the bags, the two of you frosting the entire sides of the cake together. At the end, you and Satoru take turns frosting the letters - the happy birthday in Satoru’s messy block printing and the itadori in your swirly cursive. 

He gives you a smile and it makes your heart all lopsided as he walks away. He goes toward the stairs, gesturing for all three of them to come down. 

You hear three pounding footsteps and then are bombarded with all three of them hugging you, pleasantly surprised at your arrival. 

“Are you here for my birthday?” 

“I sure am, birthday boy. I even brought you a gift, Itadori.” you respond, pinching his little cheek. 

He leans into your touch, giving you a hard hug before he lets go to run towards the kitchen. Gojo’s too busy strapping little birthday hats onto Nobara and Megumi's head as the two of you walk in, Satoru you a gleaming smile as he carries the last two hats over to you. 

“Purple or blue? Your pick, milady.” 

You point at the blue party hat which Gojo smiles at, before he lifts his hands to your face and secures the hat around your head. Some part of your hair gets tangled with the string, which Gojo fixes with the swiftness of his hands, immediately securing your hair back behind your ear. 

You could die happy then and there. 

He gives you a smile before turning back to Itadori - tickling him and screaming singing happy birthday into his ears, making the kid laugh so hard he’s crying out of his eyes. 

And you hate Satoru for inviting you. Surely he must know that something like this would only make you like him more. 

--

You turn your neck, just at the slightest angle, to get sight of him in your periphery. Keeping an eye on him is the only way to keep him at arm's length. And you’ve successfully avoided him three times now. 

More dressed down than the past few times you’ve seen him, Satoru is wearing a run down t-shirt and five inch inseam shorts - and he’s very excitedly chatting up Utahime and Nanami. You may be seeing things, but you swear he inches closer every time you move, the majority of his frame always turned to whichever direction you're standing in. 

Shoko starts poking your cheek aggressively to catch your attention, her face a few feet away from yours. 

“You know if you look from the side, it’s still considered staring.” she says. 

“Shut up. You’re acting like you weren’t staring either, Shoko.” 

“Staring at who?” 

You turn around to find the person attached to the voice and immediately walk away. Of course it was fucking Gojo. 

Even the sound of his voice is enough to make your heart race, like you're a six year old girl meeting your crush on the swings. You immediately race to Shoko’s bedroom, for a few seconds to calm yourself down. Sober up before you say something embarrassing again. 

When you make it to her room, you haphazardly shut the door behind you and fall face first into Shoko’s bed. You can still smell the laundry on her sheets, perfectly starched and fitted to perfection. You yank your phone out from your back pocket, quickly sliding through emails and making mental notes for your to-do list tomorrow to distract yourself. 

You hear the door open and close behind you, the tiny lock clicking against the frame. You turn around to find Satoru standing before you, his hands crossed against his chest. 

“Why do you hate me?” 

You frown, taken aback by his question. 

“What?” 

“Why do you hate me, Y/N? I’ve made every effort to be your friend, to be your anything and you keep ignoring me.” 

“When the hell did I ignore you?” 

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night. Every time I walk up to a group you’re standing in, you walk away.” 

“That’s not intentional, I-” 

“I sent you everything on your wishlist for your classroom. For your students, because you wanted it really badly.” 

“And I appreciate that, I really do and-” 

“You didn’t even stop by to thank me. I’ve been picking up Megumi everyday waiting for you to come out.” 

“Thank you. Really, it’s made such a big difference and I’ve-” 

“Why don't you want to be friends with me?” 

You can feel the anger, the tension, the goddamn jumbled mess of feelings this idiot makes you feel bubbling out of your mouth as you start screaming at him, at the goddamn idiocy falling out of his mouth right now. 

“That's just the fucking problem. I don't want to be friends with you because I want to be more. You should take it as a compliment that I went out of my way to talk to everyone here but you. That I like you so much that I can’t stand to even be near you without telling you.” 

You can see the shock spread across his face as you keep rambling, the words stringing out of your mouth. 

“I don’t not talk to you on purpose. But every time I look at you, I can’t say anything to your face. You-you’re just-” 

“Just what?” 

“You make me so happy it’s ridiculous. You could smile at me and I’d be on the floor, giggling in my bed like I’m a twelve year old. You’re- your banter leaves me blushing, your smile makes my heart beat so fast, and you make me so happy that it makes me sad I can’t have you. I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you for the literal second time now so can I please just leave before you humiliate me some more?"  

You can feel your chest heaving, a very wide eyed Gojo staring back at you with a smile on his face. You make your move to run past him, to literally avoid this guy for the rest of your life, but he grabs onto your wrist, pulling you back so you’re leaning into his chest. 

"Leave me alone. I'll probably just go die alone at home with my cats now."

“It's my turn to talk now.” he says, his voice low.

“What?” 

“It's my turn to talk. You’ve gotten to ramble about how you feel twice and you have yet to let me do it even once.” he deadpans, cupping your face in the side of his hand. 

You nod, your cheek searing from his warm hand on your skin. 

“You think I’m gorgeous. But I think you’re irresistible.” 

“Huh?” 

“You. are. irresistible. Every time I see you, every time I even hear about you, it makes my heart bloom in my chest. Remember that smiley face you put in the email about Megumi’s grades? I literally had to bite down on my hand to avoid fucking screaming about the entire thing. That one time you smiled at me from across the hall when I went to pick Tsumiki up from her class? I was on the fucking floor.” 

He brings his other hand up, securing it around your neck to angle your face up. His eyes are burning with something you can’t place and it’s making your stomach swarm with an array of butterflies. 

“And the first night I met you. Your little grumpy face with your hands curled around two bottles of beer. Giggling with Shoko and Nanami, laughing so hard you were crying. You are so, so goddamn cute, so fucking beautiful that I just had to walk over. To have your eyes looking in mine, even if it was just once.” 

He leans down, pressing his lips against yours, as you nearly melt into his arms, losing the agency you had over your footing. He must sense it because he immediately brings his hands down, lifting you up from your waist so you’re even closer to his mouth, his lips deepening the kiss. He breaks apart, whispering against your mouth.

“I’d like to meet your cats.” 

“What cats?” 

“You literally just said you were going to do die at home alone with your cats."

"Oh. Right. I live alone, that was kind of just an expression."

"S'okay. You've always had a flair for the dramatics."

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[aeyunaa]

can u please make a jaemin and jisung (nct) smut(well basically a threesome) please?? Where f/reader is mark's sister and well jaemin and jisung is attracted to f/reader they decided to fuck her <33 im such a slut for both of them pleaseee omfg thank you!!

OMG ofc! You’re actually the first request I’ve gotten so thanks a lot! Here it is enjoy!

Eye Candy 🍭

Pairing- Jaemin x fem!reader x Jisung (NCT)

Word count- 4K

Smut tw

Facial, blowjob, threesome, throat fucking, rough fucking, Cum eating, non consensual creampie?

If I missed anything please lmk!

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“Yo, Jisung check out that chick!” Jisung looked towards the direction Jaemin was pointing at, he stared for a while before nodding. “She’s probably a model”. Jaemin shrugged “could be.”

Mark spotted them, he was going to greet them but overheard them talking and stood beside the two starstruck males. “Dude. That's my sister.”

Today’s Mark's birthday his friends were coming over to drink or whatever. you swore two of them had major staring issues, every time you stopped by the entertainment to drop off mark’s lunch they would literally violate you with their gaze.

You were in your room lying down on your bed peacefully, your parents were out on a business trip for the week, usually you’d be out shopping with your mom. She was really your best friend.

You were starting to doze off before you heard a loud “BANG” come from downstairs, You jumped up and practically ran downstairs “MARK! I swear to god If you broke one of moms vases!-”. You turn the corner peeking into the kitchen, you spot your brother and his friends surrounding a spot on the floor. “What are you idiots doing?'' They all look at you, your eyes locked with Jaemins, a wave of heat washes over you. “Never mind..” You shiver slightly before turning away and dashing back up the stairs. Jaemin quickly follows after you, he grabs hold of your wrist and you turn towards him. “What's your prob-” your cut off when his lips suddenly attach to yours. You were shocked….But you liked it. You break the kiss before grabbing onto the collar of his shirt and dragging him into your room. You shut the door and look at him, the grin on his face said it all. You both start undressing the gaze shared between you and Jaemin was truly sinful. You sat on the bed Jaemins eyes were glued to your body. Jaemin joined you on the bed, his hand started roaming your body. Your door opened suddenly and Jaemin looked at you “I swear I locked it ''. “Jaemin…” the lump in your throat disappeared when you recognized the voice to be Jisungs. He looked between the two of you before catching on “Bro…?”. “You're welcome to join us, Y/n wouldn’t mind. Jisung looked at me for confirmation and I nodded. He closed and locked my bedroom door before walking over to where me and Jaemin were. He sat on the other side of me. His lips now on yours, His tongue entered your mouth before you could even take a breath. He gently bites your lips as his hand slides into shorts, reaching for your warmth.

He could feel your breath intensify as his thumb circles your clit. Jaemin started tracing your soft skin, he gave you a gentle kiss on your neck. He grabbed your breasts, one on each hand his thumbs play with your nipples as they grow hard.

Your mind went blank. Jisung stood up and slid off his pants. Kneeling on the bed, his hard dick dangling in front of your face You positioned yourself on all fours licking the head of his hard cock as you looked up at him. He held your hair up as you took him in your mouth.

Jaemin, now behind you, spanked your bare ass, causing you to flinch while you had Jisung’s dick in your mouth..Jaemin began to lick your already soaked entrance, inserting a finger in to taste how delicious you were.

Jisung cupped your face and shoved his dick further down in your throat and began face fucking you. Jaemin pressed his hard dick against your entrance before suddenly pushing into your wet cunt and thrusting quickly. He continued spanking you as he roughly fucked your tight hole. Your moans are muffled by Jisung dick shoved deep down your throat.

After what seems to be a long period of continuously getting fucked in both ends, Jisung pulled his dick out and came onto your face, painting the prettiest picture. You lick his substance off your chin, licking his dick clean right after.

Jisung got off the bed and Jaemin flipped you over so he could see your cum covered face. He gripped the side of your thighs and continued pounding you mercilessly. Your moans got louder, the faster he thrusted. He pulled out and slammed himself deep into you. You could feel a warm liquid filling your insides. Your legs quivered from the sensation.

Jaemin collapsed beside you. You turned your head to look at him. He's out of breath but he still smiled when you.

"That was hot", Jisung said, looking at both of you exhausted on the bed as he got dressed.

“Yea I agree we should definitely do this again sometime…” he traced his finger down your cheek. “Later.”

You were fucked out, a mixture of sweat, cum and tears decorated your face. You could hardly understand what he’d said but you still nodded. Jaemin and jisung look at each other and both smirk.

[johnslittlespoon]

Dog coded john has me on my KNEEESS again like-

Actually collar-and-leashing him???? I’m going actually INSANE.

Thinking sooo hard about what you said about Gale being a soft dom bc GRRRR as much as I love John getting smacked around a bit, Gale just wouldn’t, not when there’s so many other fun ways to get him to behave 😌

Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about John mouthing off, y’know being John, and just being generally a little shit (john tingz) so Gale just pulls him close and murmurs in his ear “y’ gonna be a good boy or am I gonna have to make you be quiet?” And John fucking shivers

Getting back to their quarters and Gale has John strip down and get on his knees. Gale taking his own shirt off once John is on the floor and getting the collar and leash on him and leading him to the bed after ruffling his hair, having John kneel between his legs at the side of the bed. Lightly degrading and teasing him a bit as he talks about all of John’s behavior over the day, telling him that “let’s see how much you can mouth off with my cock in your mouth, maybe you’ll finally be able to listen and be my good boy” before feeding his cock down John’s throat, keeping him close with the leash and firmly but not harshly tugging on his hair when John immediately starts sucking. “Ah-ah, none of that. You’re just gonna sit there and keep your mouth full while I read.”

John eventually (key word here bc there were definitely some whines of protest for quite a few minutes) settling in with his head resting in Gale’s thigh, cock down his throat, and one of Gale’s hands mindlessly petting through his hair and giving a gentle tug more out of reflex than warning whenever John swallows around him a bit to try and keep at least some of his drool in check, not that it truly helps much. John completely losing track of how long he’s been between Gale’s legs until Gale’s petting through his hair and John’s eyes are fluttering open and he’s immediately aware of how achingly hard he’s gotten over the past however long it’s been, a soft whine leaving his throat as he shifts his hips around. Gale cooing over him and letting John get him off, only for him to pull John up onto his lap and moving his legs to straggle one of Gale’s thighs. Gale encouraging him to get off on his leg and John’s so stupid hard and his brain is full of fuzz and nothing but Gale that he can’t even be bothered to be at all ashamed by the idea, especially not with the way Gale’s got his hands resting on John’s hips to guide him and praising him the whole time in that low voice of his that never fails to drive John wild with want and need.

ZOO WEE MAMA I WENT A LIL NUTS-

Anyway I just needed 2 share 😌😌

- @mangokittokatsu

THIS KILLED ME FUCKING DEAD. YOU GET ITTTTT, YOU GET IT.

it would almost make john more nervous too, that gale doesn't resort to physical (at least physically painful) discipline, because he can never guess what's going on in gale's head, what he's got planned, and gale gets creative with it too. so many fun ways to occupy john's mouth to forcefully quiet him, and also so many fun ways to get him so whiny and worked up that he can't form words at all!

but oh my god, cockwarming works SO well with them and i'm not sure how i haven't brainrot about this, i was literally spinning around my room when you left this ask LMFAO. gale is so so patient, he'd be able to drag it out for so long, and they'd use it both as discipline but also as something to settle john's mind when his brain just won't stop going. the ache of his jaw and the weight on his tongue would give him something else to focus on once he's done complaining, almost a form of timeout, but he still gets to be close to gale so he doesn't get worked up in the wrong way; he has something to stay tethered to.

and it would drive gale crazy, getting to watch john relax into him like that, seeing those pretty long lashes flutter against flushed cheek bones, lips getting progressively more reddened around his dick, shiny with spit. john's cheek pillowed against his thigh, arms draped over his hips, long legs folded beneath him where he's sat between gale's knees as he sinks into him, breathing shallowly through his nose. it would be such a pretty picture, he'd never get bored of seeing it.

and thigh ridingggg pleaseee it's so intrinsically john in this dog–coded verse (in general, really). while gale loves john's thighs, john definitely obsesses over gale's as well, always wanting to mouth and bite at them, leaving marks whenever gale lets him, and getting to grind down against his thigh is just another level to it, feeling the firm muscle beneath him, flushing at the way gale guides his hips with his hands. he'd probably get embarrassed if gale didn't keep his head all full of cotton with his sweet praises, and if he wasn't already so worked up before gale settled him down in his lap, but gale knows how to keep him in that headspace and make him feel good. <3

[mistake-responsibility]

Somewhere, a familiar brown-haired doll with a tiny collar on is picked up.

It was rare for Jimmy to get an early start to the morning, but that was the case today. He hasn't slept well at all, unable to remember any dreams but instead waking up in tears. Now he was waiting for the damn coffee machine to hurry up before Swansea came by. He was pretty sure they had run out of coffee two months in, but that was the miracle of a Tulpar that shouldn't exist. It didn't care.

He had all but forgotten the power he had put in Curly's hands. His days tended to be hectic and full of random bullshit that he often chalked up to daydreams later. That all was just some fantasy, probably.

Still, he finds himself tilting his head up with a hum, nicely surprised at a feeling that washes over him. A sudden little pressure he can't make sense of but certainly wasn't complaining about. Like a hand on his head, giving him a nice and chaste little pat.

The sensation suddenly moves, trails elsewhere, and he realizes exactly what's happening. He tenses up a little, checking the room to make sure he was alone. Seems so...

Alright then. What did Curly have in mind this early?

The ghost sensation of his uniform being opened up makes him shiver, though a quick glance down tells him all his clothes are still on. Even as he feels something pull off of him, he grabs ahold of his shirt to solidify the fact it's there.

Jimmy quickly retracts his hand with a strangled sounding cry as the feeling of touch suddenly moves to his chest. He only recently found out it was actually sensitive, and now he could feel how it was being toyed with. The grooves of Curly's fingers as they move carefully against his body, larger than life but still so gentle. Trying to warm him up, prepare him. It was certainly working, the way his breaths grew heavier.

He wants to whine, knowing damn well it won't be heard. He wants to guide Curly to touch somewhere else, knowing that he can't.

It's a perfect loss of control. And he doesn't even have to look into someone's eyes and know how pathetic he looks. Leaving bits and pieces of his dignity behind while the rest is tested and strained.

The coffee machine dings under him, but he doesn't hear it. Too swallowed up in being a literal toy in someone else's hands. Too focused on how the careful touch makes his dick twitch and his thoughts start to cloud over...

As the touch trails lower on his body, he gets twitchier, leaning against the machine as if it could give him some comfort. A pressure, large, rubbing against his body, the entirety of his cock being stimulated as Curly does it. His leg jerks and he knees the coffee cup slightly. Hot liquid splashes him and he pulls back, trying to ground himself. Right. He's in the middle of the fucking lounge.

... Well, nobody's coming, right...?

He decides to leave the coffee there, backing up and heading to the kitchen so he can hide his lower half as he bends over the counter, panting. He can imagine Curly coming in, doll in hand, seeing Jimmy like this, knowing exactly how depraved he is. He could've run off to his room, or just somewhere else, but he's still here. Testing his limits, to see how quiet he can keep himself in a public area.

Because if he didn't, imagine how bad of a mess he would be. No, he has to stay composed and quiet. Composure isn't the focus this time, just volume. He'll have to work on that some other time, because he quickly unzips his uniform and reaches down to free his length. Already hard, and as he thumbs over the head he can feel the precum he swipes away. He's not going to last very long.

Oh, god, Curly won't know. He feels himself twitch in his own hand at the thought. Curly won't know. This'll keep going, much more will happen...

Jimmy feels the press, and he can't help the small gasp that escapes his mouth. He should've been able to stop it, probably, but he makes no effort to. Curly rubs circles into him as a finger presses in. It's... oh, god, it's big, but it doesn't hurt. It's not actually his body it's going into. He just feels it, all of it, and

The first small thrust sends him over the edge. His mouth falls open slightly, and as overstimulation starts to kick in, he can't suppress his groans entirely. Isn't that something. Probably a sight for sore eyes, back arched and a loose grip on his own shaft, not even moving his own hand but still hitting a climax as if broken by a thought.

Inhibitions slowly slip away, and soon enough he's moaning freely, trembling, shaking. God, he can't fucking think like this, and then the finger inside him curls and he's seeing white, head only propped up by his spare arm as he stares down blankly at the counter with half-lidded eyes and drools. He cums a second time, like it was wrung out of him.

There's a mess, he's sure, but he can't be assed to care about it. His legs are shaking, and he can't do anything but bring up the hand that was on his length to prop up his head further. He feels splayed out, like a doll. Used like a toy. By Curly.

Around the time he hits the third orgasm, Curly is fucking him down to the base. There are tears in his eyes, and the overstimulation is hurting, but that doesn't stop him from trying to rock his body into the sensation.

“ Pl—ease… ” He groans out, his whines falling upon deaf ears. God, he hopes Curly is getting off to this, or at least the idea of this. If there wasn't the separation, he'd be so much more helpless. Just the thought of those blue eyes watching down on him makes him bite down on his lip to stop himself from getting too loud.

The finger inside him is slipped out, and he takes a second to breathe. They're probably done, so Jimmy brings his head up, and

He can feel Curly roll himself into his body, and the whimper he lets out is beautiful as he straightens up and claws at the countertop. It doesn't last all too long, but he feels a wet finger prod into him and knows Curly's the one trying to get comfortable. Christ. Whatever the man was thinking about, it got him worked up enough that he just had to fuck into Jimmy, and that idea combined with the push of the t-dick back into him makes his head drop down, a guttural moan escaping him.

" Curly," as if it was being heard, " Curly, Curly, fuuck- tthas- 'tsggood, fuck me, ccurly- thank you, thank you, fffuck- fuck me, ggoddd.."

That's what he's doing, obviously, but he's so much more vocal knowing that Curly is actually inside him, actually feeling something. Like he wants him to enjoy it, knowing damn well they're on different ships and can't hear his cries. Like this wasn't meant to be his own guilty pleasure.

Every now and then, he can feel faint fingertips brushing his chest, making his head buzz just a little louder. Like he's underneath him, clawing into his back thoughtlessly just to try and get their bodies closer like it was possible, trapped under such a gorgeous man and entirely helpless. Of course, that fantasy doesn't make much sense, so instead his brain cycles through various lewd scenes, all of which he's at the disposal of Curly, all of which he's weak, all of which he's pathetic, shaking, whimpering, still trying even with how he's starting to tire for moremoremoremoremore-

Jimmy doesn't even try to quiet himself with his fourth, arching as he moves to cover his mouth only after the fact. His head's spinning, it's been a while since he was forced this far back-to-back, Curly's still moving, still using him like a good toy. It hurts, god it hurts, but it's so good. He doesn't even want to bother with words until he can feel Curly hit his own limit.

It's so warm inside him and he entirely blanks, babbling out some sort of nonsense nobody would hear and he wouldn't even remember. It's fast, and there's a finger pressing into him again, but he can't think until it finally slides out and he's left empty, body twitching, threatening to give out.

...

His first thought is how much it's going to fucking suck cleaning this up.

He waits for a while more, and when he figures Curly is done, he finally stumbles backwards to look at his own mess. He immediately regrets not going to his room, though it certainly beats potentially staining his uniform on the way there.

Jimmy runs a hand through his hair and breathes, letting his breathing go from panting to stable, his brain coming down with his heart rate.

Clean this up. Get back to work. Pretend everything is normal.

... Yeah. Alright. Do... do that.

He's a little too addled to have any thoughts beyond that- though when he feels the doll washed out, he pauses his cleaning to give himself a few moments to jerk off, ending with the session with a nice total of five orgasms. Of course, then he has to clean that up too, but at least he was already at it. He finally zips up his uniform. It's going to smell a little weird, but the coffee machine ought to overpower it fast enough. Out Jimmy ventures into the hall, gait a little crooked.

Yeah, he's probably going to be dazed the rest of the day. He can settle for that.

Maybe he should try to get his hands on one of those dolls of Curly... return the favor sometime. He tucks that thought away for later.

( @curlygrant44 here's how it went on the flip side. Heehee. )