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What are ultra slim sliding doors
Doors with lids are now an essential part of modern architecture all over the world. In the eyes of the most daring of homeowners and interior designers alike, sliding sliding glass doors can be the most sought-after in the books of many designers and they're rightfully so. While being functional, they are also visually appealing, they provide a wealth of charm to interior areas. Be it commercial buildings or homes the aesthetic advantages of constructing this structure are numerous.
Doors that slide permit efficient use of space since they slide along tracks and are not able to open onto another space. In megalopolises where people reside in high-rises that have little space, sliding doors provide a more pronounced perception of space. These doors are not just simple to look at and easy to clean, they are simple to set up and maintain. In essence, they are able to open rooms and give the impression of space, making the office or home appear bigger than it actually is.
Why do you need ultra slim sliding doors?Â
The presence of sliding glass doors installed will provide plenty of light filtered through them, illuminating your office or home. The less artificial light throughout the day can make your home appear more cozy and more inviting. The versatility of using glass panes that extend across the entire ceiling from floors to may offer a wider and more spacious perspective of the surroundings.
sliding doors can be made as long or high as you want. This makes moving and re-shifting large furniture into or out of spaces a breeze. It also allows for the easy movement of feet during parties or other occasions.
Doors that slide are not able to be shut! It's as simple as that. They are less noisy to open and close opposed to other styles and require minimal maintenance. You will require detergent, some water and a soft cloth to wash the sliding doors panes and panels.
Importance of Slim Frame Sliding Doors
In the past, it was believed that sliding doors may not be the best option for the home, however toughened glass has changed that notion. Double-pane toughened glasses add lots of strength and stability to the sliding doors. If you have children who accidentally fall through sliding glass doors they will not be injured. Furthermore, if glass panes crack, they'll shatter into small pebble-like, sharp pieces that could result in a serious injury when compared with normal glass panes. sliding doors are safe and simple to put in.
Ultra slim sliding doors provide an unframed look that is achievable through the base that is completely flush and the capability to conceal the frame's outer frames in the wall finish, leaving the horizontal sightlines that are slim open. There are many frames, finishes and glass options that are available, including powder coatings to hue of RAL, enhancements that keep out salinity-ridden air, solar controls glass as well as privacy glass, and noise reduction.
sliding door styles still move in the same manner as the standard aluminum patio door, however they will not have the newer way of sliding with a lift. The design of the inline allows doors to move on one, double, or triple track. The number of tracks is generally determined by the amount of sliding panels as well as the door's configuration.
In order to get the detailed information about the sliding doors and the ultra slim sliding doors make sure to visit the official website of the Bifoldex where weâve a team of experienced people in the stream.
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⡠(S)CREAM VI
Synopsis . In which your âkillersâ soon realize youâre not stuck with them but theyâre stuck with you⌠/ Pairings . (Separate) Ghostface!Geto x f!reader, Ghostface!Gojo x f!reader, & Ghostface!Choso x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, three/foursome, squirting, non-curse au, oral sex, reader gets kinda passed around, men teasing one another, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationship, lowk feral reader, cuck!Geto, rough sex, praise, overstim, degrading, tw: spitting, pet names, filth (cĂšm eating), pussy slapping, teasing, a hint of knife play, etc . / wc . 9.6k (oops!)
A/N: Sorry this is late, but anywho! I <3 Ghostface. Art creds to @aransmind [MDNI]
âYou want me to wear that and chase you around the estate?â
âYeah, and when you find meâŚâ
âI fuck you instead of killing you.â
âMhm!â You hum cheerfully to your rather concerned boyfriend whose lap youâre currently sitting on.
Those dark raven strands of hair framing his gorgeous face sway with the light tip of his head to the side as his naturally slim eyes narrow at your overly excited expression, âAnd Iâm doing this, why?â Geto questions.
You let out a giggle, which only confuses him even more. âBecause Scream is my favorite franchise and Ghostface is hot⌠Duh.â
Itâs as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Getoâs been with you for roughly two years now and yet youâve never revealed this sudden⌠mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.
So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.
âCâmon Sugu, I know youâve thought about it before,â You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.
The hands thatâd been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, âI really havenât.â He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.
At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, âOkayy, well you are now⌠So is that a yes or what?â
He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, âYeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.â Geto tells you.
And that was all it took.Â
Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you werenât able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face.Â
Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew heâd be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.
Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment heâd get home. Any second now and youâd hear that lovely security chime go offâ
You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you werenât buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because itâs clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.
Biting back a smile, youâre quick to bring the phone up to your ear, âHello?â
An almost low-quality distortion to the personâs voice is instantly recognized by youâit wasnât Suguruâs voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. âWhy donât you wanna talk to me?â A man asks, and you know this line all too well.
Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, âWho is this?â
âYou tell me your name, Iâll tell you mine,â The âmysteryâ man continues.Â
You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.
Scoffing softly, âI donât think so.â You quote, straight from the first Scream. Youâve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.
Itâs a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, thatâs the goal.
âAw, youâre no fun.â He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, youâd recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.
Now youâre left to improv a bit. âThink so?â You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.
âOh I know so, sweetheart. Itâs Halloween night and youâre doing nothing to celebrate.â The man on your phone points out.Â
Youâre walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. âAnd that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?â
He chuckles. âYouâre a smart girl, Iâm sure you can figure something else out.â
âLet me guess,â Your brows raise a little, âI should be watching scary movies?â
âThat depends. You like scary movies?â There you are, right back onto the script.
âUhuh,â You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.
âWhatâs your favorite scary movie?â And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that itâs nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.
Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. âUhhh, I dunno,â Of course you know, but whereâs the fun in saying it so soon?
âYou have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?â Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the manâs mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.
You sigh. âUhmm, Halloween!â As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.
Most of the lights are on so itâs not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.
âYâknow, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?â You quote flawlessly yet again. Youâre such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that youâre loving every single second of this.
âYeahh,â He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.
You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, âWhatâs yours?â
âGuess.â He orders on the other end.
Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. âUhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?â You soon reply.
âIs that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?â The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit.Â
Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, âYeah! Freddy Kruger.â
âFreddy, thatâs right.â He continues, âI like that movieâit was scary.â
âWell the first one was but the rest sucked.â Youâre downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You donât remember.
âMhm,â âMysteryâ man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. âSoo, you got a boyfriend?â
You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, âWhy? You wanna ask me out on a date?â Now youâre making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.
âMaybe. Do you have a boyfriend?â He asks again.
You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?
âNo.â You chirp simply.
You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, âYou never told me your name.â
You know what comes after this and you canât help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, âWhy do you wanna know my name?âÂ
Itâs silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds
âCauseâ we wanna know who weâre looking at.â
Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? Thatâs not⌠how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who heâs looking at. Thereâs no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??
For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, youâre actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, âWhat do you mean, âweâ?âÂ
Thereâs a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. âCâmon, princess. Youâve seen the movies, you should know by now that thereâs hardly ever only one killer.â The man says.Â
Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. âI⌠I donât understand.â You murmur softly.
And then⌠all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you werenât shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after.Â
âS-Suguru, this isnât funny! I like the movies ând all but Iâm not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.â The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.
Thereâs a snicker over the line. âOh but this iss funny, sweets.â The tone changed againâitâs still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but itâs not Suguru nor the person whoâd said something before. âYou look sooo scared right now.â
Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you canât see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. Youâre scared to leave the living room but⌠youâre also terrified of staying right where you are. You donât know how many Ghostfaceâs are in your house right now and you donât know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.
âStop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.â You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.
The house is eerily quietâwhich is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you canât see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??
âYou said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.â The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know itâs Geto talking once more. âYou never said how manyâŚâ
You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. âAre you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!â Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.
Getoâs still talking, âIncluding me, thereâs three of us. How does that sound, hm? Iâm obviously not gonna make you do anything you donât want to but, you do know who we all are.â
You swallow thickly. âDo I?â This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.
Lord knows youâre scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so thereâs no real reason to be scared⌠right?Â
âMhm. So how âbout we play a game?â Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.
You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. âOkay Jigsaw.â You snort, âWhat⌠What kind of game, huh?â
He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. âThe one you and I were going to play. Yâknow, you run around ân hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Letâs continue that but⌠with two others.â
âSuguru, youâre gonna let two other guys fuck me?â Youâre beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurantâŚ
Geto hums deeply, âSâlong as youâre okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.â
âI didnât know you were into thatâŚâ You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.
âDidnât know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for yaâ, huh?â Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.
âI meanâŚâ You shrug, âYeah.â
âRight. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.â
âThatâs it?â
âOh, nooo. Thereâs more to this babyâŚâ You swear you hear a creak upstairsâcoming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. âSee, I know how loud you are when you cum so⌠tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.â
You gulp, âWhat happens if Iâm not?â
âAnother one of us will find you.â
âOhââ
ââŚAnd join in.â He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously canât see right now.
Your heart races at the thought alone. âOh.â
Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, âThat alright with you?â
âYes⌠but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking meâŚ?â You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.
âYep.â Geto replies with a teasing pop of the âpâ.
âButââ
âDonât worry, Iâm sure youâll do fine. After all,â The voice changer clicks off and Suguruâs tone is nice and clear with you, âYâknow whose cock youâre supposed tâget loud on.â
You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words.Â
âOh, and by the wayâŚâ
âHuh?â
The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. âTheyâre already in the house.â
ââ
Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguruâs favorite holidays but shit you didnât expect him to go all out like this.
Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? Youâre lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and youâve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.
Obviously, this wasnât the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now youâre just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.
As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding placeâwhich is roughly how you ended up where you are nowâŚ
Now youâre left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since thatâs your boyfriendâs best friend but the other guy⌠youâre not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesnât help much.
Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??
After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.
Itâs so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.
âŚOnly to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You canât see it because of the shower curtains but, thereâs a shadow at the bathroom door.
Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very soft⌠thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.
It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, itâs all so very motionless.
Thereâs no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someoneâs outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until itâs lightly pushed open.Â
Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you donât hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.
They could be coming in to just use the bathroom⌠riiiight?
Thatâs extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. Itâs faint, almost like⌠jewelry or⌠necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelry⌠Necklaces⌠Which one of Getoâs friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? Câmon, think.
Necklaces⌠rings maybe⌠piercingsâ
The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, youâre met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.
Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when itâs all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.
His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think youâre sweating.
âScared?â His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of whoâs face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.
With your eyes all frantic along whatâs covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. âChoso?â Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.
His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and itâs replaced with⌠something else as you study his face. Thereâs fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.
âThe tub, really?â He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. âSâthis the best you could do? Yâknow if I was a real killer youâd be dead right now, right?â Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.
You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, âI wouldnât have hid in here if you guys were real killers, Iâm not dumb.â
His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasnât forgotten why. âYeahh?â Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, âThink you would be the final girl?â
Leaning forward a bit, you nod. âNo, I know I would.â
Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think youâre in a trance. âOh sheâs cocky, huh?â He teases.
You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right.Â
You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. âYâknow thatâs not fake, right?â Choso hushes out to you.
The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, âItâs not?â You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that heâs looking up at you.
His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Whoâs really the âvictimâ hereâyou or him?
âNah,â Choso whispers, âThatâs a real knife.â
âWhy would you carry around a real knife?â You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.
He shrugs. âHonestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife playâŚâÂ
His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw youâŚ
âAre you?â The question in return makes Chosoâs gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.
He scoffs, âAm I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasnât.â
âSo⌠What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethinâ?â You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.
Choso just barely nods his head in response.
âYâknow itâs funny you say that and yet youâre the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.â You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.
Choso bites back a laugh. Itâs cute that you think you have the upper hand here. âYou and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.â He claims.
And yâknow, maybe itâs because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe itâs simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either wayâyou do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple âprove itâ and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.
It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.
It was almost impressive, in all honesty.
Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counterâit quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.
Choso used that lilâ knife of his to cut down the center of your (Getoâs) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasnât much to get you unclothed.
One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.
Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.
Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. Heâs got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, youâre left watching the mean slap of Chosoâs leaky cockhead against your clit.Â
âCho,â You whispered out pleadingly. Heâd been doing this for the longestâtapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.
Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if heâs not the one torturing the two of you like this. âShiiiit,â Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. âSuguru was right, this pussy is sâfuckinâ loud ân messyâŚâ He breathes.
Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.
Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, âLook at herrr,â Choso purrs, âAll wet fâme. Canât believe heâs lettinâ us fuck you.â His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.
You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. âChoso, please.â You whisper beneath your palm.
He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. âWhat is it, princess?â Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, âWant me to fuck you?â
You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. âPlease,â You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.
Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. âYeah? Yâwant my cock inside you that badly?â He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.
Itâs not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, âYes Choso, just put it all the way in already, Iâm losing my fuckinâ m-mindâŚâ Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.
Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.
Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. âMânot ready tâshare you yet so, be really fuckinâ quiet fâme, alright?â His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.
Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Chosoâs dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Chosoâs got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.
He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. âDoes he even fuck you? S-ShiiitâŚâ Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. âSâfuckinâ tight.. God-, fu-uckâŚâ His voice has this pretty lilâ crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.
Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.
Which is something you canât even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he canât help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.
With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. Youâre trying not to moan but itâs so hard with himâChoso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.
Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.
That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldnât even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each otherâs eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.
Your breath mingles with one another and youâre both so fucked out that you donât even realize youâre a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as itâs pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface maskâthe sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.
The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Chosoâs name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.
âF-Fuck,â He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. âSo tight⌠Iâm gonna c-cum if you keep squeezinâ me like that.â His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.
You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Chosoâs ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.
âWhat do we have here, hm?â Gojo whispers, making Chosoâs hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, âCanât believe you found her first. Sânot fairâŚâ Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.
You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Chosoâs cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze backâonly the whites of his eyes visible to you.
âK-Keep rubbinâ her like that,â Choso pants with a soft moan. âSheâs so fucking tight⌠Iâm gonna die in here, s-shit.â He curses dramatically.
Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Chosoâs cock. âYouâre not gonna die, Cho,â He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes.Â
You watch the way Gojo looks over Chosoâs shoulder and stares at Chosoâs lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. âI mean look at her,â Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. âYouâre already fucking her to tears, youâre not gonna die, heh. Youâre fuckinâ her good.â
That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against youâfollowed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Chosoâs body.Â
Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, âThere yaâ go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jusâ like thatâŚâÂ
You donât think youâve ever been this⌠ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Chosoâs cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lilâ stream.
Chosoâs completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. âHolyâŚâ He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.
Gojo clicks his tongue, âSuguru didnât tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?â He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.
You look like youâre about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. âHe⌠hah, f-fuck, h-he has.â You squeak out softly.
Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacantâGojo lets out an alarming chuckle.
He watches the way Chosoâs cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo canât help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Chosoâs cum around against you.Â
Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.
You whine, âS-Satoruâoh, w-wait,â Youâre left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.
Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually.Â
Chosoâs sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. âSatoru you⌠you know I justââ
âMhmm,â Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. âYou both taste really,â Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, âMmph⌠fuckinâ sweet.â He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.
Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. âSâtoru,â You mumble, âFuck. Please⌠mgh, n-needaâ break. I-I canâtââ
Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, âSweetheart,â He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! âI jusâ got here ân you want a break from me already?â He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. âThatâs so mean.â
Before you even get the chance to argue with that, heâs diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spittingâGojoâs between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. Heâs such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.
After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and heâs soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and youâre too lost in the overstimulation Gojoâs giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.
Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojoâs face, and hums out a low, âSmile.â With the voice changer turned on.
Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Chosoâs phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojoâs shoulders. Theyâd just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.
âAttaâ boy,â Choso praises after heâs taken the desired amount of pictures.Â
Gojo looks up to you and heâs pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. âYou donât mind, do yaâ? We wanna have somethinâ to remember this by,â He tells you.
You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojoâs hair to shove him back down in between your legsâearning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojoâs.Â
Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojoâs head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and youâre met with the eyes of Ghostface since heâs got the mask back on.
Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojoâs teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. âFuck!â You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojoâs hair.
Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. âThat was loud, princess. Youâre gonna get us all caught,â He snickers to you.
Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but itâs you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.
And then itâs just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Chosoâs making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojoâs still lost in between your legs.
Your whole body feels like itâs on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.
Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, âCâmon pretty girl, donât tap out on us jusâ yet.â
Then thereâs Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. âYeahh, donât tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.â He hums into your skin.
The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget thereâs supposed to be a third Ghostface.
Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ân ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You donât seem to notice heâs standing there and youâre the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guyâs names.
He didnât even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he wonât last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly thatâgoing completely unnoticed there for a while.Â
Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why heâs missing out on all this.
Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. Itâs in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.
After Gojo, youâre the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if youâd been caught doing something you werenât supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and couldâve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.
â
So, one thing led to another andâŚ
You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situatedâseating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to âput on a show for himâ.
By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure arenât now because itâs you whoâs ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojoâs behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.
âYou spoil us, sweetheart,â Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long heâd gone without talking earlier.Â
You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, youâre met with Chosoâs fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, youâre slow to look all the way up to him and see the way heâs smirking down at you.
ââCould get off on that look alone, yâknow.â Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.
Gojoâs behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. Itâs like theyâre all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.
Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojoâs quick to palm the fats of your ass. âFinally givinâ me some attention now, huh?â He quips.
You pull away from Chosoâs touch just to look back at Gojo. âSuguru shouldâve told you guys, I hate beinâ teased.â The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojoâs jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.
âW-Woah sweets, you couldâve warned me f-firstâŚâ He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like itâs nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. âFuuck, donât stop. Give it tâme, baby.â
Gojo doesnât even have to move yet and youâre already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. Heâs all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inchâyou take him like you were fuckinâ made for him.Â
The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckinâ hell heâs not even all the way in yet and youâre already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against himâ
Gojoâs thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ân steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then thereâs your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.
He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhereâhe has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.
âOhh fuck, Suguru yâhad this pussy all to yourself all this time?â Gojo grunts. ââŚS-Selfish bastard.â
Gojoâs hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you canât do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all youâre left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.
His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, heâs definitely jerking off to they way Gojoâs fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.
Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly youâre silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, âOpen up fâme pretty girl, nice ân wideâŚâ
And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you werenât every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.
Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads backâone letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. Youâre soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojoâs cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.
All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind.Â
Geto came twice in his hand already and yet heâs still bucking his hips up into his fist. Heâs never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation youâre in. Thereâs a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Getoâs length from the thick tip to his base.
Youâre busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keepâs snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then.Â
Youâre all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didnât care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.
And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.
Gojoâs back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet youâve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. âLook at this pretty girl,â He grunts, âTakinâ my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.â
Then thereâs Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojoâs groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point heâs fucking your face at the same rate Gojoâs fucking your cunt. âHer throatâs even betterâshit. Yâshould see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,â Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. âRight here, f-fuck.â
Again, Getoâs on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Getoâs bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you donât have two cocks inside you right now.
âMâgonna cum,â Getoâs muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra.Â
Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.
You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. Thatâs all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasnât expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenlyâŚ
Getoâs not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lipsâa sight you barely get to see because then Gojoâs leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, youâre tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojoâs fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.
âFuckinâ slut,â He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. âLook at this mess,â Oh, heâs just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in and⌠licking the remnants of Chosoâs release off of your face, again.
Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then youâre shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.
Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. âOpen your mouth,â He breathes out hotly.
Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesnât hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, âGood boy, now swallow it ân taste yourself fâme.âÂ
Itâs right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.
Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. âGuess you were right⌠I do taste pretty sweet.â
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james potter x reader
I saw that post right in the middle and I just had to.
Warnings: none (it's a bit suggestive, but nothing major)
It would truly be the best life ever in your humble opinion.
You could live like this, you think.
Sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, holding on to him like a lifeline as your bodies fit perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. His hands are all over your body, fingers exploring wherever they can reach before sneaking swiftly under your shirt and tracing the length of your spine, pads dancing on your soft skin and making shives erupt all over you.
And his lips. Oh God, his lips.Â
James has the face of an angel, and the mouth of a demon. And you love it. You revel in the feeling of his lips claiming every part of you, every inch of flesh. They are soft and reverent and teasing and filthy, and in this moment they are devouring yours with a hunger that matches the fire blooming inside of you.
âYou have no right to look this goodâ you whisper on his lips, biting his bottom one before swiping your tongue right over it.
You couldnât help yourself when you saw him. All disheveled after quidditch practice with his hair still a little damp, the first three buttons of his shirt free, tie loose and crooked and a half smirk on that perfect face of his; knocking on your door completely clueless of the effect he had on you.
He looked like sex on legs. A literal sin in human form, and you were ready to fall from grace when it came to him.
âDidn't know post-quidditch me was so sexy to youâ his voice has a little strain to it, breathless and teasing as his hands roamed all over your body.
You let out a breathless chuckle, hyper aware of every centimeter of him pressed against you.
âYou have no ideaâ your hands get to work on his shirt, unbuttoning it as fast as you can, until his perfectly chiseled torso graces your eyes in its full glory.
Your mouth waters at the sight.
You slide the fabric off of his shoulders, brushing the smooth skin and feeling all those firm muscles that he hides behind his beloved sweatshirts, biting your lip as the flames inside your body grow hotter by the second.Â
Your mouth latches to his once again, never having enough of his taste, of him.
He starts to lay down and you follow him, never breaking the embrace of your lips, intoxicated by the way his tongue caresses yours in the filthiest of dances. His back hits the mattress and you are fully all over him, chest to chest.
The kiss becomes messy, a clash of teeth and lips and tongues. You are sure the thing running through your veins is not blood anymore, but liquid fire, consuming every cell of your body and setting you ablaze with desire.
âHold on, love. I have to-â
God, he was so beautiful like this. All worked up and breathless, laying underneath you like the tastiest meal you ever had the pleasure to taste.
One of his arms leaves your waist and reaches up, until his fingers are wrapped around the slim, golden frame of his glasses, taking them off in a way that should be considered illegal in at least twenty countries. All smooth and seductive with that little grin of his and-
âWoah, you're fucking blurryâÂ
For a split second the room falls silent, not a single sound can be heard inside those four walls.
You blink a few times, enough to let his words sink in.
And when they do you can't help but burst out laughing.
A real, genuine laugh coming straight from your belly and echoing through the room like you had just heard the joke of the century.
Jamesâ eyes are wide in disbelief, flabbergasted by your reaction. But his mouth is stretched in an incredulous grin, sprinkled with a glint of mirth as he himself canât stop the chuckle bubbling in his throat.
âAre you making fun of my blindness ? How cruel, Y/Nâ there is not an ounce of offense in his tone, just light-hearted and hilariously exaggerated teasing.
âMe ?â the fake and over the top innocence in your voice makes him smile even harder, the little dimple on his left cheek that you adored so much peeking through. You dip forward, leaving a kiss on those dreamy lips of his before whispering right against them âI wouldn't even dream of itâÂ
âOh, you wouldn't ?â he cocks a perfectly arched brow in a challenging and yet adorable manner, eyes sparkling with mischief as his fingers start poking at your ribs, making you squirm and giggle like a middle schooler.
���No ! No, no, no ! Jame-â
He is laughing too, now. Glasses back in their place and eyes glistening with joy and pure adoration as he looks at you struggling not to lose a lung from the almost hysterical shriek coming from your lips at the ticklish attack he had you under.
You are so focused on not collapsing from the laughter and the skillful way his fingers move in every place he knew was the most ticklish for you, that you don't even register the way his hands suddenly stop.
They land on your hips, holding them in a delicate but firm grip, and, before you know it, you are being flipped over. Your back makes contact with the mattress of your bed as the delicious weight of your boyfriendâs sculpted body settles over you.Â
You let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden change of position, a sound that threatens to turn into a full moan considered your current situation.
James is now on top of you, and the breath almost gets knocked out of your lungs as you admire him in his full glory.
His hair is wild and messy, but they frame his face in a way both so beautiful and so sexy that it makes your heart stop beating and your body run hotter. His eyes are still crinkled up in the ghost of a smile, but the haziness in them, that glint of adoration and reverence as he looks at you through his eyelashes, renders you speechless. His golden specks are hung a bit low on the bridge of his nose, giving him an adorable but mouth watering beautiful look. His lips are curled up in a half smile, playful and gorgeous and so, so incredibly sensual that you are not even sure if he knows the power that mouth has on you.
âCat got your tongue, love ?â he brushes his nose with yours as he murmurs the question right on your lips, leaving a kiss on your cheek right after.
You wish you could just function like a normal person and tell him that, no, your tongue is definitely still in its place and it works perfectly fine, thank you. But your boyfriend is shirtless on top of you, with your legs still wrapped around his hips and that deadly handsome grin plastered on his face. Suddenly, the only thing you can think about are some other couple of ways in which your mouth could definitely be useful.Â
âI-â you gulp loudly as you try not to drool at the sight of his muscles flexing right before your eyes â-what ?â
He lets out a chuckle, his head hung low as his shoulders shake with laughter. His wild locks tickle your chin and you can feel the ghost of his smile pressed lightly on your collarbone
You canât help but follow him as the delightful sound of his laugh echoes through the room, spreading a warmth in your heart that you had never felt before meeting James.
When he lifts his head back up and his eyes find yours again, all sparkling with joy and fondness, you really think your heart is seconds away from bursting in your chest.
âAm I really that distracting ?â there is still a hint of that cocky smirk on his face, but it fades into something sweeter as he catches the light blush blossoming on your cheeks.
âYou know perfectly well that I stop functioning properly when you are on top of me, Potterâ your grumbling tone doesnât faze him one bit, he just dips his head lower and captures your lips in a searing kiss.
âReally ? I hadnât noticedâ the unimpressed deadpan look you give him makes him chuckle again and you can feel the vibration right on your chest with how close he is.
âSorry, sorryâ his laughter dissipates, replaced by a more relaxed smile.
âIf itâs of any consolation-â the hand not busy holding his upper body up and preventing his full weight to be laid on you, reaches the supple flesh of your thigh, letting his fingers dance on the exposed skin as they please â-my brain stops working, tooâÂ
His mouth starts a journey that begins on your lips and slowly and tortourously ends on your neck, which seems to be his favorite place to worship to make your brain short-circuit.
âMmh, does it actually ?â you donât know how the hell you manage to let a single word out, especially in that teasing tone, as you are sure nothing except pure filthy sounds threaten to come out of your throat.
He grins against your skin before lifting his head up once again.
âOh, trust me. It doesâ he whispers sensually against your lips âIn every position you have me inâ
Yes, you could definitly live like this.
I am not sure if I am a 100 % satisfied with this, but I tried my best.
I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading đ
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Rich to me is always the friends to lovers (everybody sees it but you two) itâs him yelling âbehindâ at everyone but sliding behind you with a hand on your hip âbehind sweetheartâ itâs you walking into the group of boys smoking outside & u bypass everyone to grab a smoke straight from his lips âthanks babeâ itâs family having no empty chairs at the table so you sit on his lap while Syd & carm just stare. I think youâd bring my wish to life beautifully written. I need all the build up to the smut
can i just say that richie is definitely the type to be a jagoff to everyone, but never to you - everyone else knew how to work his last nerve, but you and your cutesy smile and bright eyes would make him all warm and fuzzy for sure
explicit sexual content ahead
it was no secret to anyone who worked at the restaurant (or had eyes) that you and richie had a âspecialâ kind of relationship. for starters, it wasnât common for a hotheaded man, like richie jerimovich, to be so touchy and lovey-dovey with anyone. i mean, not even his ex-wife got to see that side of him often, and they shared a child. however there was something about you that just made richie feel as though he needed to be around you, protect you, handle you tenderly.
maybe it was because you were younger than him - fuck if he knew, all richie knew in his heart of hearts was that he had it bad for you.
things between you two started off gradually, âgotta get past you, sweetheart,â the older man rasped, the warm and calloused palm of his hand gently cradling the small of your lower back as he made his way past you, his tall frame easily reaching over you to grab ahold of a pot from the top cabinet.
youâd simply nod wordlessly, keeping your eyes trained forward in an effort to conceal the blush that rose to your cheeks.
after weeks of comfortability that increased between the two of you, you decided youâd test the waters. youâd watched carefully as he made his way out of the back door that led behind the building of the beef. quickly scanning over the not-so-busy environment of the restaurant, you walked away from the cash register, towards the back exit of the beef.
âiâll be back in ten!â you called out, earning a mumble of approval from carmy and sydney who were entirely too engrossed in a conversation about expanding the menu.
the moment youâd exited the restaurant, the unforgiving cold winter chicago air bit at you, causing you to hiss as you quickly folded your arms tightly over your chest, your fitted âthe beefâ t-shirt lifting a bit as you turned to find richie leaned against the brick wall.
he was so rugged and laid back, it drove you insane. his hoodie remained open, revealing the matching t-shirt that clung to his slim abdomen, one of his hands shoved in the pocket of his adidas track pants, while the other held a cigarette to his lips. richie didnât notice your presence yet, too involved in a conversation with sweeps and marcus.
youâd decided it would be the perfect time to push the envelope, walking directly past marcus and sweeps as you approached richie, a flutter now swirling in your stomach as he raised his eyebrows at you, cigarette loosely held between his sharp teeth.
you two held eye contact for a beat, before you gently grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, before raising it to sit sit between the swell of your lips, taking a quick pull from the cigarette, âthanks babe,â you exhaled with a sweet close-mouthed smile.
all richie could do was swallow thickly, nodding to himself before he returned his attention back to the conversation at hand, softly swatting the side of your thigh when he decided that it was time for you to return the cigarette.
it was then, that things started to reach a whole new level of touchiness and couple-like actions between you and richie.
today was family. your second-most favorite day of the week, aside from payday. you were a bit late to the function, courtesy of your hair appointment, walking into the main room of the restaurant, instantly being greeted with a chorus of differing âhelloâsâ.
âhi, mâsorry for being late, my hair girl was late!â you rushed to explain, shrugging off richieâs your zip-up hoodie as you glanced around the room, seeing that all seats were occupied, âoh.â
sydneyâs eyes widened as she shared the same realization, âfuck, uh, maybe we can get you an extra seat from the office, i-â she began, taking a bit too long, leaving richie no choice, but to come up with a solution of his own.
âsânothing syd, she can sit with me,â richie spoke with a careless shrug, his mouth full of pasta as he looked up at you, swallowing his food before continuing, âcâmon, sweetheart.â
you obliged, your lips suddenly running dry as you walked towards richieâs seat, softly grabbing his outstretched hand as he gently guided your hips to sit comfortably against his.
you slightly shifted your hips, sending a shock to your clit as his bulge deliciously sat flush against your ass, âthanks, richie,â you muttered, focusing your gaze on the pasta dish that sat before you.
richie leaned back into his seat, the suddenly awkward silence of the dining room now becoming a bit too apparent to him. shaking his head, richie kept one of his arms loosely hung around you, before clearing his throat.
âyo, i donât know why the fuck everyone is being fuckinâ quiet,â he huffed, his eyes now landing on carmy and sydney, before he sighed, âcousin, just say what the fuck youâre grateful for already!â
it wasnât long before everyone returned to their normal conversations, about twenty minutes passing, before richie decided to lean in close to you, bringing his lips to your ear.
âmâready to get the fuck outta here.â
and thatâs how you ended up in the driverâs seat of richieâs car, his seat fully reclined back, one hand gripping the back of your neck, while the other guided your hips to bounce hard against his.
âah, fuck - yâgonna make me cum in you if you keep fuckinâ me like that, sweetheart,â richie groaned, moving the hand that guided your hips to your back, pushing you further into his chest as he fucked up into you.
your face was in his neck, throaty moans and gasps leaving your lips as you sloppily kissed and sucked at the skin of his neck, the sound of your hips slapping into each other mixed with the squelch and slurp of your wet pussy taking his length leaving you a needy mess.
you were so close to reaching your peak, your pulsing hole clenching around richieâs dick as his thrust remained forceful and rough, âi can fuckinâ feel you around me, baby, yâwant me to make you cum, yeah,â he chuckled, leaning his head against the headrest as he brought his hand to your hip, grinding your hips flush against his in circular motions.
âfuck, richie,â was all you could mewl through your gritted teeth, your stomach tight as your clit rubbed against the wet skin of his pelvis.
âkeep ridinâ me, sweetheart,â he whispered, pecking your flexed temple as he forced your hips deeps against his, âjust keep fuckinâ ridinâ me.â
yeah, your relationship with your coworker was far from orthodox, but neither of you seemed to get enough of it. nor, did you want to.
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joyride
chuuya x fem!reader âᥣđŠ fic summary: you and chuuya go for a drive w/c: 1.2k c/w: suggestive [mdni], reader gets called wife & good girl heh a/n: obvi inspired by kesha's joyride
âWe're going for a drive.â
Chuuya gives you no room to decline as he unlocks the car Mori provided for the mission and slides into the driver's seat. You stand staring at the red car. Of course, it's red. A red Ferrari, at that. You roll your eyes at the unsubtly and open the passenger's door.
The mission was tough, and you assume Chuuya needs to drive the anger out of his system. Usually, you wouldn't encourage such destructive behaviour, but you can't help the giddy feeling rising in your chest when your boyfriend drives.
The 812 purrs to life, and Chuuya grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. He'd slid his coat and gloves off before you got in, sitting in his crisp white dress shirt. You inhale deeply, reaching over to slip his hat off his head. Orange locks fall free and frame his face. You place the hat in your lap and thread your fingers through his hair. Chuuya says nothing, but you know he appreciates the affection.
As industrial streets slimmed into the flat countryside, paddocks stretched like a midnight quilt stitched together with wire fences. The moon provides little light behind the clouds as the road fades into the night, and the reflective broken lines fly by in flashes. Driving on country roads at this speed is stupid and dangerous, but you feel like you are flying; it is almost freeing. Besides, when Chuuya drives, you feel at ease. You trust him more than yourself, especially with the addition of Upon the Tainted Sorrow.
The car is warm despite the cool air conditioning, and you squirm in your seat. Chuuya accelerates when he passes the final car on the stretch of the road. Natural gravity forces you back into your chair, your stomach rolling with adrenaline and fear. You can't look over at Chuuya, so you stare straight ahead with a smile etched on your cheeks.Â
You are hyperaware of Chuuya's movements. He changes gears fluidly and turns corners smoothly; you can't help but admire his handiwork. You glance at the odometer, reading 160 on the dial, and your stomach lurches. Silhouettes of trees pass like ghosts, and your hands sweat where they rest on his hat. You were never good with being in fast cars, but having a boyfriend and a best friend who loves being behind the wheel was something you had to digest quickly.Â
âYou good?â Chuuya's breathless voice cuts through the thick air. Your head turns toward him. You try not to speak while he drives this fast, 125mph. Instead, you nod.
âUse your words, I canât look at you.â His eyes remain on the dark road. You tongue the inside of your cheek, a smirk on your mouth.
âYeah, Iâm okay," You sigh. Your stomach churns as the road curves, and your hands are firm on your legs.Â
Chuuya shakes his head and paws at your thigh quickly before he places it back on the gear stick. Goosebumps rise on your skin, and you look over at him. He's so devilishly handsome that you feel you may sin if you dare to look at him, even after all this time. Strands of red hair fall lazily over his forehead and blow softly in the air conditioning.
As Chuuya turns a corner faster than recommended, you quickly lift his hat and fit it over your head.
"You're gonna kill me," Chuuya mumbles, sparing a glance in your direction. His cheeks are rosy, even in the midnight light. Your eyes flicker to his full and pouty lips, the shade of rich wine, and then to his lean biceps strained against his white dress shirt as he straightens his arms to stretch out. "Definitely gonna be my wife."
Your face feels like fire at his muttered words, and you whine in response. "Stop teasing."
"You stop teasing," Chuuya mutters. "Makin' me hard."
Your skin gets impossibly hotter. "You're crazy."
He scoffs and turns his head to look at you. The car is flying down the road, and you pretend to ignore the red aura of his ability around the vehicle. You meet his gaze, turning your whole body toward him.
"And whose fault's that?"
You shrug. "Dazai."
Chuuya chokes on a surprised laugh, and you smile when he turns his attention back to the road, disgust making his lip curl.
"Don't speak about him when I just told you I'm hard."
Your eyes flicker to the strained fabric of his black slacks.
"I'm not giving you head when you're going 200mph."
Chuuya rolls his eyes and uses his right hand to fix his crotch. You cover your laugh with your hand and turn to look out the window.
âHome?â Chuuya asks, his voice laced with desperation. The car should be going slower since you entered residential streets, but due to his predicament, you guess he doesn't care.
"Yep."
âOkay," He swallows, running a red light. "We're sleeping in my bed tonight."
You laugh and take his hand when it returns to your lower thigh. âI want the left side.âÂ
The car finally lurches to a stop at a red traffic light, and Chuuya gives you an incredulous look. âNo fucking way, thatâs my side. You know that.â
If you hadn't shifted the tone of the conversation, you doubt you'd be sitting at this light. You shrug and place his hand on the gear stick. âGuess I'm sleeping in my bed, then."
You see him roll his eyes in your peripheral as you stare at the traffic light impatiently. Chuuya sighs dramatically, and when you glance over, you see him torn between pouting and glaring. But you remain impartial, nodding forward once when the light turns green.Â
âYouâre soâŚâ Chuuya trails off, shaking his head and putting his foot down. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips.
âCareful,â You warn playfully, and he shoots you a dark look as the silence thickens with tension.Â
âYouâre so pretty it hurts, darling,â He clutches his chest. "Especially with my hat on."
You laugh, tipping the brim. "It definitely looks better on you. I don't think it suits me."
Chuuya's expression morphs into a scowl. "Shut the fuck up, or I'll make you."
"Chuuya!" You giggle, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.
"Don't piss me off with that shit talk, alright?"
You purse your lips to suppress a smile. As he puts the car in park, his grey eyes find yours in the dark. His hat sits tilted on your head, and Chuuya doesn't believe he's ever seen anything as beautiful in his life. The feeling makes his chest hurt.
"Alright?" He repeats, but his voice is void of the previous sharp tone.
You lean forward and press your mouth against his. Chuuya's hand slides to your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You pull back and watch through lidded eyes as he chases your lips. After one last peck, Chuuya kisses both of your cheeks and falls back in his seat.
"Good girl."
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Double Penetration - Chan & Felix
Kinktober Masterlist
HAPPY HALLOWEEN STAY!!
Word Count: 3680
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual content, Strong language, Adult themes, Consensual group sexual activity,Mild BDSM elements
A/n: I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THESE!! THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND SUPPORTING ME. I HOPE YOU LIKE MORE OF MY WORKS IN THE FUTURE.
No summary just smut under the cut
The steam from the steam room enveloped you in a warm, comforting embrace after your invigorating swimming session with Chan. Droplets of condensation clung to your skin, creating a shimmering effect in the dim light. You were perched on one of the smooth, heated stone benches, your bare skin protected only by a plush white towel wrapped snugly around your body.
Chan sat next to you, his muscular frame relaxed against the wall. His abs were a work of art, each defined ridge and valley casting intricate shadows in the misty air. Droplets of condensation clung to his bronzed skin, accentuating the curves and contours of his chiseled physique. A white towel was secured precariously low around his narrow waist, drawing attention to the tantalizing v-line disappearing beneath the fabric. The towel clung to his form, outlining the impressive bulge beneath and leaving very little to the imagination. His broad shoulders and well-defined pectorals glistened in the dim light, inviting your gaze to linger and appreciate every sculpted inch of his body.
The quiet hiss of steam escaping from the vents and the occasional melodic drip of water were the only sounds breaking the comfortable silence between you two. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the faint scent of eucalyptus from the essential oils added to the steam. You couldn't help but steal glances at Chan's toned body, feeling a mix of admiration and something more... primal. Your eyes traced the lines of his collarbones, down to his chest, and along that damned tv-cut of his hips.. you loved tracing those taught lines of his with your tongue.
The heat was making you both drowsy, your eyelids feeling heavy as you basked in the warmth. Yet, there was an undeniable tension in the air, thick as the steam surrounding you. It crackled with unspoken desire, making your skin tingle with anticipation. The close proximity of your bodies, barely clothed and glistening with moisture, only heightened the sensual atmosphere of the steam room.
Suddenly, the door to the steam room creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped in. It was Felix, his lithe body glistening with droplets of water from the pool. Where Chan's physique was all raw power and bulging muscles, Felix's was a study in lean elegance. His slender frame was adorned with subtle, well-defined muscles that rippled gracefully beneath his skin with each movement. His blonde hair was slicked back, revealing his sharp jawline and piercing eyes, a stark contrast to Chan's darker features and broader face.
As Felix entered, the scent of his cologne mingled with the eucalyptus-infused steam, creating an intoxicating aroma. His towel hung low on his narrow hips, accentuating his slim waist and the delicate v-line leading downwards - a more subtle version of Chan's pronounced obliques. While Chan's presence commanded attention with his sheer size and strength, Felix's allure was in his fluid grace and the quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from his very being.
Felix's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of you and Chan, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze lingered on Chan's muscular frame before sliding over to you, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue. "Oh sorry, guys. I can come back," he said, his voice low and husky. He started to turn and leave, his towel shifting dangerously low on his hips, revealing the dimples on his lower back.
"No, no, please join us," you said, your voice a little huskier than usual. The steam seemed to thicken as Felix hesitated for a moment, his hand still on the door handle. You could see the internal debate playing out on his face - the desire to stay warring with his sense of propriety.
After what felt like an eternity, Felix stepped fully into the room, letting the door close behind him with a soft click. He settled on the bench opposite you and Chan, his towel riding even lower. The air crackled with an electric tension as the three of you exchanged heated glances, the small space suddenly feeling much more intimate. You could hear the quickening of breaths, see the rise and fall of chests, feel the palpable energy pulsing between you.
You were not exactly dating Chan, but you did share a sexual friendship that had developed naturally over time. You adored him and Felix, being best friends with them both was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Chan was all raw power and intensity, his touch always igniting a fire within you. And even though sex with Chan was amazing and it was something that didn't seem to mess with your friendship, you always had a wandering eye for Felix.
Felix was beautiful in a different way - all graceful lines and gentle strength. His kind nature and infectious laughter made him irresistible. Those qualities just made him even more attractive than he already was. As you sat there, caught between these two incredible men, you felt a surge of desire and anticipation. The steam room had suddenly become a crucible of unspoken longings and possibilities.
You didn't know if it was the heat or your own sexual frustration, but you decided to make a daring move. With deliberate slowness, you shifted towards Chan, your eyes locked on his. The air between you crackled with tension as you leaned in, your lips barely brushing against his. Chan's breath hitched, his body tensing in anticipation.
With a seductive smirk playing on your lips, you closed the distance, pressing your mouth firmly against his. Chan responded immediately, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that matched your own. His hands, however, remained at his sides, likely out of respect for Felix's presence. The kiss deepened, your tongue teasing along the seam of Chan's lips, silently begging for entry.
As you pulled back, you could feel Felix's gaze burning into you, but you kept your eyes fixed on Chan. "It's okay," you whispered, your voice husky with desire. "Put your hands on me." Chan's eyes darkened with lust, understanding the unspoken permission in your words. You both knew about your crush on Felix, and the openness of your relationship allowed for this moment of shared intimacy.
This time, when your lips met, the kiss was electric. Your tongues tangled together in a sensual dance, exploring and tasting. Chan's hand slowly slid up your thigh, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His fingers dipped beneath your towel, gripping your bare ass with a possessiveness that made you moan into his mouth. The sound of your pleasure echoed in the steamy room, mingling with the soft rustle of movement as Felix shifted in his seat.
Breaking the kiss, you turned to see Felix adjusting his towel, his eyes wide and dark with unmistakable desire. "Um, sorry," he mumbled, his accent thicker than usual, betraying his arousal. The sight of him, flustered and clearly affected by what he'd witnessed, sent a fresh wave of heat through your body.
With a newfound boldness, you stood up and made your way over to Felix. Your movements were deliberate, almost predatory. "Don't be sorry," you purred, your voice dripping with invitation. "I'm not." With those words, you allowed your towel to fall away, pooling at your feet.
Felix's eyes widened, his gaze traveling slowly down your exposed body, lingering on every curve and contour. The desire in his eyes was unmistakable, a smoldering heat that matched the steam room's intensity. His chest heaved, each breath coming faster and more labored as he drank in the sight of you. You could almost feel the weight of his gaze on your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth surrounding you.
With deliberate slowness, you reached out, your fingers brushing against Felix's hands. His skin was warm and slightly damp from the steam, the touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. You entwined your fingers with his, feeling the slight tremble in his hands. With gentle insistence, you pulled him to his feet, bringing your bodies closer together. The air between you crackled with tension, thick with unspoken desire and the promise of what was to come.
Your heart raced as you guided Felix's hands to your hips, his touch hesitant at first, then growing more confident as he cupped your curves. The warmth of his palms against your bare skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. Felix's breath hitched audibly, his eyes darting between you and Chan, seeking silent permission. Chan's gaze was dark with desire, a mix of encouragement and his own arousal evident in his expression as he nodded almost imperceptibly.
With that unspoken agreement, Felix pulled you closer, his towel slipping dangerously low on his hips. You could feel the hard planes of his body pressing against yours, the heat of his skin searing through the minimal barrier between you. His arousal was evident, pressing insistently against your lower abdomen, making your breath catch in your throat.
Unable to resist any longer, your lips found Felix's in a passionate kiss. It was electric, sending shockwaves through your body as your mouths moved together. His lips were soft yet demanding, his tongue teasing along the seam of your mouth before delving inside. The steam swirled around your entwined bodies, adding an ethereal quality to the moment. You could taste the faint hint of chlorine from the pool on his lips, mixed with something uniquely Felix.
Chan watched with heated interest, his own desire evident in the way his muscles tensed and relaxed, in the darkening of his eyes. As if drawn by an invisible force, he stood and approached, his movements fluid and predatory. You broke the kiss with Felix, breathless and dizzy with want, and reached out to pull Chan closer. He came willingly, his strong hands immediately finding purchase on your hips.
Chan's touch was different from Felix's - where Felix was exploratory and almost reverent, Chan was possessive and sure. His hands slid over the curve of your ass, squeezing firmly and eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Then his fingers trailed up your sides, the feather-light touch a stark contrast to the firm grip he had moments ago. Every brush of his fingertips sent shivers racing across your skin, goosebumps rising in their wake despite the heat of the room.
As Chan's plump lips found your shoulder, he began to kiss a heated line across your skin. Each press of his lips felt like a brand, marking you as his even as Felix stood before you. The dual sensations of Chan's mouth on your shoulder and Felix's body pressed against yours were intoxicating, making your head spin with pleasure.
Felix, not to be outdone, resumed his attentions with renewed vigor. His kisses were deep and passionate, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance. His hands held tight to your curvy hips, fingers digging in just enough to be on the pleasurable side of pain. You could feel his hard length pressing insistently against your lower stomach, the heat of it searing even through the thin towel.
Suddenly, Chan's hand tangled in your hair, gently but firmly pulling your head back. The slight sting sent a jolt of pleasure through you as he angled your face towards him. His lips crashed against yours, the kiss deep and demanding, a stark contrast to Felix's earlier gentleness. Felix, undeterred, let his lips trail down your newly exposed throat. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin, drawing gasps and moans from you that Chan swallowed in his kiss.
Your hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, slid down Felix's toned abdomen. You felt his muscles jump under your touch as your fingers dipped below his towel, wrapping around his length. Felix let out a deep, guttural moan against your throat as you gave him a teasing squeeze, the sound vibrating through your body and stoking the fire building within you.
The steam room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion - heavy breathing, soft moans, and the occasional gasp of pleasure. The air was thick not just with steam now, but with the heady scent of arousal and the electric charge of three bodies on the brink of ecstasy. As you stood there, caught between Chan and Felix, you knew that this was only the beginning of what promised to be an unforgettable encounter.
The combination of sensations was overwhelming - Chan's firm grip in your hair sent tingles down your scalp, while Felix's eager lips on your throat left a trail of fire. Your own hand explored Felix's arousal, feeling it throb and pulse beneath your touch. Your body trembled with desire as you stood between them, their hard bodies pressing against you from both sides. The steam seemed to intensify every sensation, making your skin hypersensitive to their caresses. Every brush of their fingers, every press of their lips felt magnified tenfold, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.
"Felix, pick her up," Chan commanded, his voice low and husky, barely audible over the hiss of steam. Despite the softness of his tone, it was unmistakably a command. Felix complied without hesitation, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your core pressing against his hardness. You let out an audible gasp as Felix entered you without warning, his thick length stretching your slick walls perfectly. The sudden fullness made your head spin with pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to his size.
Chan moved behind you, his hands caressing your back with a feather-light touch that contrasted beautifully with Felix's firm grip. You felt Chan's fingers tracing down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite the heat of the room. The anticipation built as you felt Chan's hardness pressing against your ass, his breath hot and heavy on your neck. Chan then spit into his open palm before slowly rubbing your entrance, making sure you were completely wet and ready for him. With a gentle yet insistent push, he entered you from behind, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as both men filled you completely. The sensation of being stretched and filled so thoroughly was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before, pleasure bordering on the edge of pain in the most delicious way.
Chan's hands snaked around you, one helping Felix support your weight while the other caressed and played with your breasts. His fingers teased your nipples, rolling and pinching them gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The sensation of being filled by both men was overwhelming, sending waves of intense pleasure through your entire body. You moaned loudly, your head falling back onto Chan's shoulder as Felix and Chan began to move in tandem. Their rhythmic thrusts were perfectly synchronized, each push and pull sending jolts of ecstasy through you. Felix would withdraw slightly only for Chan to thrust deeper, creating a constant, mind-blowing stimulation. The steam room echoed with the sounds of your shared passion - skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered praises. The heat amplified every touch, every sensation, turning your skin into an oversensitive map of pleasure points that they seemed determined to explore thoroughly.
"So tight, baby," Chan mumbled against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, alternating between gentle nibbles and soothing kisses. The contrast of sensations made you gasp, your body arching into his touch.
Felix's forehead was pressed against yours, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. You could feel the tremors running through his body as he struggled to maintain control. His breath came in short, sharp pants, mingling with your own in the small space between your faces. The intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming.
The feeling of both men inside you was indescribable. Their bodies, hot and slick with sweat, pressed against you from both sides. Every movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Chan's chest rubbed against your back, his skin sliding smoothly against yours in the steam-filled room. Felix's abs flexed with each thrust, the defined muscles rippling under your touch.
You could feel yourself rapidly approaching the edge. Your body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Each perfectly timed thrust brought you closer and closer to release. The coil of tension in your lower abdomen wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. You clung to both men desperately, your nails digging into Felix's shoulders and your head thrown back against Chan's chest as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy.
"Y/N, you feel even better than I imagined. So perfect," Felix growled, his deep voice huskier than ever, the vibrations of his words reverberated through your chest. His breath was hot against your ear, each exhale a testament to his mounting pleasure. Chan picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. Felix, ever in sync, matched Chan's rhythm perfectly, creating a delicious friction that had you seeing stars.
Chan's hand, which had been teasing and caressing your breast, now slid up your body with deliberate slowness. His fingers traced a path along your collarbone, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before finally wrapping around your throat. He didn't squeeze, but the firm grip held you in place, a silent assertion of his dominance that made your pulse quicken. The pressure of his palm against your racing pulse point added an extra layer of intensity to the already overwhelming sensations.
"Felix... Chan... oh god," you moaned, your voice breathy and desperate. The words tumbled from your lips in a litany of pleasure as you felt your orgasm building, a tidal wave of ecstasy threatening to crash over you at any moment. Your body moved instinctively, hips rolling and grinding, chasing the mounting pleasure. Every nerve ending felt electrified, every touch magnified tenfold in the steamy air of the room.
The coil of tension in your lower abdomen wound tighter and tighter with each perfectly timed thrust. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of release, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around both men. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, pleasure bordering on the edge of sweet agony. Felix hissed in slight pain as your grip intensified on his shoulders, your moans and whimpers turning into soft cries of ecstasy.
The tension in your body reached its crescendo as the combined sensations overwhelmed you. With a loud cry, your orgasm crashed over you in intense waves. Your inner walls clenched around both men, drawing them deeper as your body shuddered with pleasure. Chan and Felix groaned in unison, their movements becoming more erratic as they pursued their own release.
Felix was the first to succumb, his hips faltering as he spilled deep inside you with a guttural moan. The sensation of his release triggered Chan's climax, and you felt him pulse within you, his grip on your throat tightening slightly as he rode out his orgasm.
The air was filled with a symphony of loud, unashamed moans and cries from all three of you, echoing off the tiled walls of the steam room. Your bodies, slick with sweat and the humidity of the room, remained pressed together as you came down from your collective high. You could feel their cum mixing with your own juices inside you, threatening to drip down your thighs at any moment. The sensation was deliciously dirty, a physical reminder of the intense pleasure you had just shared. The three of you remained intertwined, panting heavily as the steam swirled around your spent bodies, the air thick with the heady scent of sex and satisfaction.
Felix kissed your lips tenderly, his soft lips caressing yours with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of your previous encounter. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to send a shiver down your spine before he released it. "Wow..." he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with awe and satisfaction.
As the afterglow enveloped you, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through your body, Chan carefully withdrew. The sudden emptiness made you gasp softly. Felix, still supporting your weight, gently lowered you to your feet. Your legs trembled, feeling like jelly, and both men instinctively moved to steady you. Chan's strong hand found the small of your back, while Felix's arm wrapped around your waist. Their touch, once burning with passion, now radiated comfort and care.
The steam room, which had moments ago been filled with the sounds of your shared passion, now felt transformed. The air was thick not just with steam, but with a new energy - a palpable intimacy that seemed to connect the three of you. The tiles beneath your feet, the bench where this all began, even the very air you breathed seemed charged with the secret you now shared.
Felix's eyes, usually bright and playful, now held a depth of emotion that took your breath away. They sparkled with a blend of satisfaction, newfound intimacy, and something that looked suspiciously like adoration. His gaze flicked between you and Chan, a soft smile playing on his lips. That smile spoke volumes - of the pleasure you'd shared, of the boundaries you'd crossed together, and of the unspoken bond that now existed between the three of you. In that moment, surrounded by steam and wrapped in the arms of these two incredible men, you felt a sense of completeness you'd never experienced before.
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Silver Fox News
Out of breath, Richie shut the door behind him. The sun was already shining into his childhood home, the suburban frame one he had seen little of over the last four years. With his college a few states over, Richie was practically only home for the holidays, spending his summers at local internships that kept him away from where he grew up. He did not have anything against his town, or his dad for that matter; he had simply always been too busy. And now, freshly graduated and without a job quite yet, Richie had returned for the time being.
âDad?â Richie called out, searching the kitchen. Typically, his father waited for him once he got back from his morning run, seated at the counter with a morning coffee and whatever protein-stuffed breakfast appeased him. But now, Richie could not find his dad anywhere.
âScott?â Richie tried, but no response. Sweat dribbled down his lean, hairless frame. He liked to keep slim and clean-looking, knowing it was attractive for the men he usually slept with. While quite the flirt back in his college town, Richie had yet to hook up with anyone at home. He still had not had that talk with his father yet.
Richie scouted a bit longer, eventually finding his father in the master bedroom. Digging through his closet, Scott seemed to be tossing out all his blue clothing. Anything remotely near that shade even. After another âDad?â Richie finally caught his fatherâs attention. Richie had only been home for a few days now, but he had never seen his father so invested in a task and yet, so out of it completely.
âHave you watched the news this morning, son?â Scott asked, to Richie's surprise.
âUh, noâŚ?â The sweat had already dried against his exposed frame by that point, so without bothering to take a shower, Richie followed his father out into the living room. He just hoped whatever it was his father wanted him to see would be short, as he was practically naked besides his running shorts. Grabbing the remote, Richie did not expect the first channel to be a Fox News affiliate.
âReally, dad?â Richie questioned. He had never placed his father as the conservative type. He had typically been more independent, while Richieâs perspective was wholly liberal. It was a bit strange to see the network, but maybe Scott had changed while he had been away in college. Speaking of which, had his father always been so salt-and-peppered on top? Richie also took a moment to appreciate his fatherâs musculature, which he had somehow not noticed until now.
Richie returned his eyes to the screen. On top of the typical Fox News logo was the word âSilverâ in an old fashioned font. And instead of the typical newscasters, stories, and lineup, there was just a slide displaying some text.Â
âThank you for tuning into Silver Fox News. Your program will begin shortly.â
âDid you buy some kind of premium subscription?â Richie openly questioned his father, who seemed to be absorbed by the television. âOkay, you got me in front of the news; what did you want to show me?â
Richieâs answer came quickly. The text disappeared, revealing a simple red spiral with flashing commands. It was not anything special, but it was enough.
âPretty colorsâŚswirlingâŚâ Richie slurred after a minute, his tongue becoming heavy in his mouth. âSoothing, silkyâŚthe spiral is soâŚhotâŚI loveâŚthe spiralâŚI love this feelingâŚI listenâŚto the spiralâŚâ
When major research institutions began to announce their predictions of voter turnout for the upcoming election, alarms began to ring off within the Republican party. An assumed 41 million Gen Z voters would be hauling into polling stations, with numbers as high as 43% confirmed to be liberal. It was a staunch difference, one that many leaders could not accept. So instead of following the traditional tactics to sway voters like they had in the past, they decided to take a new route. Why sway voters, when you could make them?
Thanks to the research and funding of a certain well-known tech billionaire, the necessary resources were simple. Leaders believed that the easiest way to eliminate the problem was by creating the solution in the most efficient way possible. Social aspects would include basic background, education, and upbringing. Physical aspects would manage age, size, and demographic. Mental aspects would focus on tradition, individuality, and compliance. But the beauty of it all was that the programmers did very little of the work. Instead, they simply utilized the victimâs preconceived notions.
âWhat doesâŚbeing RepublicanâŚmean to meâŚ?â Richie drawled, his voice having dropped an octave since the program began. Instead of installing a literal trigger into the victim, the channel exploited the stereotypical beliefs victims already held. âI must becomeâŚRepublicanâŚthat meansâŚmiddle-agedâŚsuburbanâŚuneducatedâŚChristianâŚâ
As Richie chanted his prejudices out like a spell, his body was subsequently altered. His age more than doubled, ripping away the hair from his head and leaving the beginnings of a horseshoe to splatter the rest across his body. Wrinkles and age lines began to form, but so did musculature as his body beefed up, becoming stronger in the way that most Conservative men naturally are. Daily maintenance of a large suburban home did that to a man after all.Â
âTraditionalâŚsimpleâŚheterosexualâŚâ Richie continued as a beard formed around his lips. His past was rewritten to better fit the portrait he was painting. Sundays in church, dropping out of high school to later receive a GED, working hard to earn his privilege and not understanding why it was handed to others. Fear of God, fear of big government, fear of outsiders influencing how things were. Disgust for âprogress,â disgust for pronouns, disgust for sexual interactions with other males. Pride in his country, pride in being a male, and pride in taking nothing from nobody.
â...handsomeâŚmasculineâŚarrogantâŚâ Before this had all began, researchers already knew that many of their victims would end up the same, as the stereotype of the average Republican was firmly held. What they had not predicted however was the amount of people who held hidden desires for this âaverage Republican.â A hypothesis arose quickly: if the liberal holds stronger prejudices, then they will become a more attractive Republican. â...alphaâŚvirileâŚsuperiorâŚâ The choice of naming their channel "Silver Fox News" had been an appropriate one.
Richie, or Dick as he would now be referred to, would certainly provide further evidence to support their theory. As the program finished, the new, Republican silver fox readjusted back into reality, finding his best bud Scott standing before him. Dick could not remember what had just happened, but he liked what Scott laid out as a plan for the rest of the day. Work in the garage for a few hours, run out and purchase the new Trump propaganda, and then end the night at a Hooters. Dick could not decide which part of the plan he would enjoy the most, but clutching his massive pouch, he knew which he was most excited for.
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I don't want to be alone tonight...
(very fluffy smut under cut, body worship, bj)
You felt slightly anxious standing in front of Aventurine's door. Not that you weren't used to visiting him, you knew his bed as well as your own. For the past two years you have been coming here twice a week, except days when Aventurine was out on a mission.
It started as a simple deal between two lonely people, something to fill the void in your lives, to break the silence of the darkest nights, the kind of nights that bring memories so livid you can almost feel everything like it happend yesterday.
It was easier to survive them when you had a hand to hold and passion to distract yourself with. It was never just sex. There was a deep, raw sense of comfort in it, melancholic and silent. You barely spoke during those meetings, there was nothing to confess when you laid down with all your wounds wide open anyways.
Today it was different. He contacted you on the day usually not reserved for your meetings, at 4 am. Even through the phone you could hear how tired he was, how weak he felt tonight. With heart filled with worry you rushed to his place. As soon as you ringed the bell the door opened, revealing young man with dark circles under his eyes.
You expected him to flirt with you or joke around like he always did, but none of that happend. He took you by the hand and guided you to his bed with no words.
You glanced outside his bedroom window, taking in breathtaking sight of skyscrapers lit up with neon lights that never dimmed but couldn't outshine the stars above them. You looked up to constellations with hope, finding solace in vastness of the universe. Among all it's planets there must be a place where even you could find peace one day.
- Look at me. - Aventurine whispered. You obeyed, alarmed by his serious tone. He seemed so different tonight. - I don't really like it when you get so nostalgic. It feels like you escape somewhere inside yourself, to a place where I can't follow. I am left wondering if you are really by my side or is it just your body here.
- I am right here with you. - you reassured him, moving your body closer to his. - As mindfull as one can be at such early hour.
He didn't watch your every move like he used to. Normally his eyes didn't leave you when you were in his personal space, always analysing your intentions and predicting your next step. Well, maybe he was just too tired for games today. It wouldn't be the first time this megacorp he worked for sucked the soul out of him. But it's the first time he seemed so vulnerable in front of you. Knowing him this could be the last time as well.
You decided to enjoy the moment while it lasts and gently pushed him on the pillows. His golden locks spread over the silk, framing his face in straight up angelic way. You run your fingers through his hair, and he didn't object, so you bend down to kiss him. His lips were warm and welcoming. He opened his mouth, allowing you to slide your tongue in as much as you wanted to.
You realised he let you control the situation. He never did that before, even when you were on top of him he was the one to choose your pace despite his provocative words. You always respected his need to be the one in charge due to his past, you understood why he craves to decide what is happening with his body for once, so you just followed whatever he initiated. Why did it change? You weren't sure if you want to know judging by how defeated he looked tonight.
You kissed his clenched jaw, the tip of his nose, his forehead. Your fingers tenderly massaged his scalp. He exhaled loudly. Testing the waters you unbottoned his shirt a little, leaving another kiss on uncovered skin. Aventurine closed his eyes and stretched. Taking it as a good sign you undid the rest of his buttons so you could admire his toned but slim chest. This time he didn't even care if you pay attention to his scars, but once upon a time he only had you with lights turned down so you can't see them.
You licked a straight line from his collarbones, through the valley between his chest muscles and abs to his happy trail, just when you were about to pull his pants down he grabbed your hand.
- Why so fast, friend? - he purred seductively, taking off his shirt. Playful smirk returned to his face. - You aren't done here yet.
He sat up and pulled you into his lap to give you a kiss, put his hand on the back of your head and directed your face into his neck, right were his burned mark was.
You were shocked cause no matter how much he paraded this mark, in the past he tensed up when you touched anywhere near that spot. Afraid to spoil the moment you quickly recovered and kissed over the scar as gently as you could. His grip on your head loosened up completely, he slid his palm down your back and rubbed circles all over it. You embraced him as well, caressing his sides. You kissed over the scars littering his shoulder and arm, down to the knuckles of his hand. He pushed his long fingers lito your mouth and you licked and sucked on them obediently. Once he was satisfied with your display of affection he pulled them out and finally moved back to take his pants down.
With only his panties on, Aventurine sat on the verge of bed with spread legs. You immediately kneeled down at his feet and kissed up his thigh. He giggled softly, once again placing his hand on you head and caressing your hair. You went higher, kissing over his clothed semi-erection till it hardened fully, then up to his belly button and back down to his dick while getting his covered by saliva panties out of the way.
You left open mouthed kisses on sides of his dick before swirling your tongue over his tip and sucking on it. Whimpers of pleasure that got out of his throat encouraged you to take the rest of his member into your mouth. Saliva dropped down your chin while you hollowed your cheeks around him.
He came faster than you expected, releasing beautiful moan. You didn't even know he could sound like that, he always controlled his mouth in bed either moaning in obscene way to wrap you around his finger or keeping quiet to not show how weak he is for you. This sound was honest, not so loud but his voice broke a little, proving you did well for him. He collapsed on bed, but his eyes never left your body.
You undressed under his lustful gaze, letting your summer dress slip off and show your lacy underwear. You laid down next to him, on your left side, and he turned to face you. His agile hands quickly unraveled cords holding your bra and panties together. Aventurine pulled you close to himself and kissed you, tickling your sides. You melt into his strong embrace and brush his hair away from his face with your fingers. His hand reached down and massaged your cunt when his lips found your breasts and wraped around your nipple. You kissed his head and played with his hair when he was busy prepering you for what comes next.
- I can't wait anymore. - Aventurine broke the silence. - I need to be inside of you.
- I want to cum so badly, I need this. - you whined out climbing on top of him.
You pushed him inside of you, not letting yourself adjust fully before going up and down on it. His thick girth massaged and ruined your insides in the most delightful way. Sounds of wetness and skin slapping against skin turned you on so much, but quiet moans and heavy breathing of your lover were even better. Your legs felt weak at the sight of his blushed cheeks, eyes dark with desire and sweat driping down his perfect body.
You felt your orgasm approaching but you tired to hold it in so you can both cum at the same time. Aventurine saw right through you and pinched your clit fast, making you finish. You squirted over his abdomen, pushing him to his own release. You collapsed into his arms and he held you till you both calmed down.
- Thank you. I had a really hard day at work. - he sighed, holding you even closer.
- I figured this out. - you admitted. - I'm happy I could help you make this day at least a bit better.
-You sure did. - he chuckled. He looked you deep in your eyes with the most charming smile you could imagine. - Can I ask you for one little favour?
You raised your eyebrow at him.
- What kind of favour?
- You see, I have this big corporation party next week. Would you like to go there as my partner? Most people will bring their plus one. - he winked at you. - Don't worry about anything, I will buy you proper dress and introduce you to everybody.
- I guess I could give it a try. - you agreed hesitantly. Gambler instantly rewarded you with his brightest smile.
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Max was not supposed to be in Billyâs room. She knew better.Â
But it was 7:30 AM and she really wanted to leave something for him on his desk.Â
She quietly crept in, sliding her slim frame through the ajar door and tiptoed to his desk to gently place something on it.Â
âThe hellâre you doing?â A groggy voice startled her.Â
She shouldâve expected the hyper-vigilant teen to wake up while she was there.Â
âI wasâI just wanted t-to leave something here for you.â She nervously stammered.Â
He narrowed his sleepy eyes at her. âGive it here.âÂ
Max slowly walked over, handing the surprise to Billy.Â
It slowly exchanged hands and Billy examined it closely.Â
âI-I know you donât have a record player but I saw the posters in your room and I thought youâd want toâlikeâhave something to collect. So Steve drove me to a record store to get you a vinyl.â
He stared at the MĂśtley CrĂźe vinyl for a few moments, then handed it back to Max. âPut it on my desk.â He said as he laid back down.Â
âY-you donât like it?â She frowned.Â
âNever said I didnât. Iâm just tired.â
Max slowly walked back over to his desk and set the vinyl down.Â
âWhyâd you buy that for me?â He asked.Â
âDonât you know what today is? Itâs yourââ
âI know that.â He said in a snippy voice. âIâm asking why the hell you bought me anything. You never cared before.â
âWell, last year, I tried to buy you something with my allowance and my mom said Neil would be mad if I used my money on you, so she wouldnât take me to the mall.â
âAnd you said Harrington drove you? Why the hell did he do that?â Billy continued to question.
âWe had a long talk about that night at the Byers and we came to a realization of how unfair we were being to you. So IâI didnât wanna lose you forever. We donât get along but like, we had our moments, where weâd talk to each other a little bit. Now we donât speak at all.â
âYou stabbed me with a needle.â
âYou were gonna kill Steve if I didnât stop you.â Max sighed. âIâm sorry, okay?â
âYou donât need to be. But whatever, guess Iâm sorry too.â
Max smiled. âIâll let you sleep. Happy birthday.â
She closed the door behind her upon exiting and went back to her bed.
It was nearly 11AM when Max woke up again. Neil and Susan were already at work. Susan left a note behind with instructions for heating up lunch.Â
This year, there was no school on Billyâs birthday, so Max decided to heat up the lunch for both of them.Â
She set down two plates just in time, as she heard Billy resurfacing from his room.
He stepped through the quiet house and stopped by the table, glaring at Max.
âNobodyâs home?â
âNo. Mom left lunch for us, so I heated it up.â
Billy looked down at the chicken Parmesan. Susan normally only made it for holidays, but Easter wasnât until Sunday.Â
Max figured it was Susanâs subtle way of giving Billy a little something special for his birthday.
âThere were some breadsticks too.â Max mentioned, grabbing them out of the toaster oven. âI put some of that garlic and herb stuff on them because I remembered that you like it.â
Billy glared at Max as she started eating.Â
âWhat?â She asked with her mouth half full.
Billy shrugged and rolled his eyes. âNothinâ. Forget it.âÂ
They ate in complete silence. Billy finished first and got up from the table without a word.
Max didnât expect much conversation from Billy, but he wasnât as unpleasant as he couldâve been, so it was fine.
She washed the dishes and sat back down at the table reading a magazine when Billy returned once more with his jacket on.
âCâmon.â
âWhereâre we going?â
âSomewhere. I canât leave you here by yourself. Susan and dad would bitch about it.â
Max grabbed her jacket and slipped on some shoes, then followed Billy to his car.
The drive was brief and they stopped at the quarry.
To Maxâs surprise, Billy invited her to sit on the hood of his car. He offered her a soda and cracked open a beer for himself.
They clinked their cans together and drank as they quietly watched the early afternoon scenery.Â
âItâs surprisingly warm today.â Max initiated small talk.Â
âI think the groundhog saw its shadowâor didnât see its shadowâor whichever meant a late winter.â
âItâsâŚwhen he sees his shadow.â She paused. âI think.â
Billy snorted. âWhy are we listening to a big ass rodent about the weather anyway?â
Max softly giggled. âTradition, I guess.â
âYeah, well, itâs stupid.â He mumbled in response as he brought the beer can to his lips.
Silence returned again, and Billy glanced over at Max.
âSo yâsaid Harrington drove you to the record store. Thatâs likeâŚacross town.â
âI wasnât alone with him, if thatâs what youâre worried about. Dustin and Lucas went too.â
Billy quickly responded with a scoff. âWhatâs so great about Harrington anyway? You defended him over me that nightââ
âIs that what made you so upset?â
âNo. But you defended him and Iâm asking about it.â
âWell, heâs really nice. He looks after all my friends, everyone around town knows him and his familyââ
âSo heâs just the opposite of me.â
âWâIâI mean, youâre nice sometimes. Youâve been nice to me 4 times and I remember them all.â
Billy shrugged. âYeah. Anyway, thanks for the gift, shitbird.â
âYou better get me something nice for my birthday too!â
âWhen is it again? AprilâŚmayâŚtemberâŚâ
âJuly.â She snapped.
Billy laughed. âI know when your birthday is, donât be such a baby.â
âIâm not.â She fired back. âYouâre just a jerk.â
âAnd?â
Max scoffed. âYouâre so lucky itâs your birthday or Iâdââ
âYouâd what?â
Max chugged her soda and tossed the empty can at Billy.
âYou piece of shit. Youâre dead!â
Max jumped off the hood of Billyâs car and ran off laughing, with Billy not too far behind.Â
When Billy finally caught up to Max, he chugged his beer and tossed the can at Max.
The out of breath siblings glared at one another, before their expressions softened and they began to laugh.
âHey, dâyou wanna go to the movies or something?â Max offered. âIâll buy you popcorn.â
âAnd I get to pick the movie?â
Max groaned. âFine.â
âYou know I pick better movies than you do, anyway.â
âBullshit! Your movie choices suck ass!â
The two bickered all the way back to Billyâs car. Sure, this was a nice day, but Billy couldnât figure out why he couldnât stop thinking about Steve Harrington driving his little sister across town to get him a gift.
âMaybe I should thank him tooâŚâ
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Make Love, Not Porn
Hi, My Name Is
HHJ
Masterlist, Story Masterlist
18+ content â minors, do not interact
wc: 7.7k
Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, subby/service top!barista hyune, softdom!reader, oral (m), piv, protected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, consensual recording, lmk if I missed anything :p to be so honest i have no idea what i wrote i kinda blacked out lol so if itâs ass..look away
Past Broadcasts : Puppeteer
Live : Hi, My Name Is
Next Scheduled Broadcast : Sunday
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Rule number five: know when to cut the cord.
But it was so difficult when he was literally showing up at your front door. You avoided him at all costs, acted like he didnât exist, even found a new grocery store because it was too close to the coffee shop and you were terrified of the possibility of running into him there even if the chances were slim to none. There wasnât even a reason for you to be scared to see him, he rejected you. Heâs the one that should be embarrassed, turning down a ten out of ten.
Then again, he was a ten out of ten. A twelve out of ten, even. But why did he have to shove it in your face?
You were red in the face, light sheen of sweat all over your body when youâd heard the knock. The middle of the day and you were in the middle of a solo session, breaking in a new toy youâd gotten for the next stream. An hour had probably passed when you realized it just wasnât working. Nothing was. The last time youâd been with Hyunjin was also the last time youâd cum, and it was frustrating the life out of you. As someone in this industry, cumming as many times as you wanted was one of the few motivators you had left. The amount of times youâd had to fake an orgasm on your streams was hurting your ego, as well as starting to get slightly suspicious to your regular viewers.
And now the sole object of your desire was behind a slab of wood that may as well have not been there at all. Your body heated up as soon as you saw him, like a warm hug. A fucking hug on the chilliest day of winter with a hot chocolate slipping down your throat. Thereâs also something else that would be awfully nice down you throat, and itâs behind the fucking door.
Through the peephole, you could see flowers and a coffee in his hand, biting his lip waiting for you to open. You hoped he didnât hear you, that heâd assume you werenât home and leave you alone for good. If you ignored him long enough, youâll forget youâd ever even met him.
You backed away from the door when there was a second knock, hand still reached out holding the nob out of habit. The desire to open it was almost strong enough to override the nagging at the back of your head that told you âheâs just using you. He got in your pants so easily the first time, whatâs to stop him from coming back for more?â
Almost.
It was a ruse, it had to be, this grand gesture. He was love bombing you. There was something he wanted. If not just sex, then fifteen minutes of fame? Using you for your platform? Still, you wanted to see the best in him, creeping up to the door again and silently looking through the peephole again. He was biting the inside of his cheek, switching the coffee between his hands when it got too cold. At some point heâd put everything into one hand so that he could run his hand through his hairâ you gasped a little at how effortlessly beautiful he was, not trying knowing no one was looking and still ethereal. He mumbled something to himself, you blinked then he suddenly dipped out of the frame.
He was finally gone. Another deep breath, your head rolled to the side and your back pressed to the wall, sliding down into a crouch probably a lot more dramatic than need be. But this felt dramatic, fucking theatrical like it was some poorly written fanfiction turned into a D-list casted movie. Twiddling your thumbs as if looking at them long enough would suddenly give you the answer, the small burst of adrenaline had finally begun to wear off, and sulking back into your pitiful showroom you went.Â
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Hyujin doesnât know how long heâd been waiting outside your house. Heâd eventually decided to make himself comfy on the floor with his back to the door. Flowers, coffee, and baked good set aside, he scrolled through his phone and kept himself busy until eventually, heâd fallen asleep. Head lolled to the side, mouth agape, and snoring in the hallway.
Then heâs suddenly falling backwards, beyond startled and looking up at⌠an angel?
âDefinitely not an angel.â
Did I say that out loud?
âYes.â
Dazed, confused, a little gutpunched, Hyunjin sat up with your help. Just a light hand on his back until he realized you were touching him and he jumped to his feet and scrambled to grab the bouquet. Holding it out to you with shaking hands, âa peace offering.â
You looked at the gifts, leaned against the wall, and back up to his face, âwhat are you doing here, Hyunjin?â
He glanced around the room to take in the sight of your home without the prospect of sex slightly clouding his mind. It was cute, everything was so you, but also somehow entirely different to what heâd imagined your apartment would look like. It wasnât reflective of your showroom, which was all neon lights and sultry furniture to keep the mood. The rest of the house was cozy with little pieces of decoration that screamed with personality. The dimming glow of the sunset lighting the living room was the perfect accessory.
Wait, sunset?
You peaked at where he was looking, âdid you fall asleep?â Hyunjin nodded.
Now you felt bad, guilty even. You shouldnât seeing as there was little to no established relationship and you didnât owe him anything, but you did. His cheeks were puffy, pink tinted, and he still looked a little lethargic. Cute. Very cute. How badly you wanted to nibble on his cheeks cus they looked so edible. He looked edible.
No. Stop it.
âI would offer you a snack but the last time I did that you left me high and dry.â
He didnât know if you were being serious, turning his attention back to you with a dumbfounded expression. âReally? You didnât feel so dry to me.â Not a single ounce of shame, but also not trying to be smug. And no filter in his brain or mouth. âYou didnât call.â
Straight to the point.
Hyunjin invited himself in and headed for the kitchen he vaguely recalls following you into for said snack. He shuffled around in search of a vase, pushing the coffee into your chest when he finally found one and bumping into you because you were trailing so close behind. The little sip you took as he filled the vase with water to display on your kitchen counter made your body temperature soothe.Â
âYou didnât stay,â the softness of your voice made his heart sink.
âDid you really want me to?â
How were you supposed to answer that? Say that, yes, I wanted you to stay so bad that I chose to ignore you instead of confront you because itâs easier to pretend you donât exist than risk getting hurt again? Actually tell him that you havenât been able to make yourself orgasm properly since the last time you were together? That heâs ruined how you view pleasure entirely? That sex and pleasure and dating and basic human relationships seems so fucking pointless if itâs not with him? To a man youâve known for a week? No, thatâs not an option. Itâs batshit insane.
Whatâs also insane is how simple talking to him is. Itâs psychotic that you feel more comfortable alone with him than you do people youâve known for years. Youâre delusional to think that this is more than physical attraction, even if it is. Itâs so much more than that and every bone in you is telling you let the dainty red string pull you closer, let it guide you towards him. And god, you want to. Itâs too good to be real, heâs not real. Heâs a figment of your imagination that only exists in fairy tales because little red strings of fate donât determine your life, they donât tell you who youâll love, it doesn't mean anything. Not a single fucking thing.
âYes.âÂ
Now, why the fuck would you say that?
âYou shouldâve told me,â Hyunjin let out a sigh of what you think was relief. His shoulders slouched forward and smiled up at the ceiling.
His nonchalant made you raise an eyebrow, âI offered! You declined!â
âDonât yell at me. I left my phone number on your desk, you didnât call. Drink before it gets watered down.â You frowned and took a sip. âWhy didnât you call me?â
âWhat are you talking about? What phone number?â
âThe one on your desk? With the pretty drawing of you and the⌠yâknow?â
âI didnât see anything.â
âWhat?!â He slammed the bag with the baked item onto the counter and stormed through the apartment towards your showroom. You watched as he scoured the room, searching the bed, corners, your desk for whatever it is he was looking for.
Hyunjin had gotten on his hands and knees to look below it, finally to roll your chair back and pull the cupsleeve out from under it. The cardboard was smashed, crumpled, a little dirty. He stumbled to his feet to hold it in front of you, accompanying his raised, unamused brow.
âTo be fair, I thought my chair was broken.â
âYou didnât even bother to look at why it mightâve been broken?!â You shrugged, sipping the coffee again. Hyunjin huffed and tossed the cup sleeve back onto your desk. âYouâre insufferable. Where the fuck is your phone?â
âDonât swear at me.â Pointing at the bed, Hyunjin rolled his eyes before taking it.
âPasscode?â You tell him the six digits to unlock it. âIs that your birthday?â
â...No.â
âDonât worry, Iâll remember. Iâll even add it to your contact so that I get the notification.â After a few moments, he smiled triumphantly and tossed your phone next to the abandoned cupsleeve. âNow⌠Dinner?â
âThatâs it?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou forgive me?â
âThereâs nothing to forgive?â
âI left you outside.â
âYeah.â
âFor hours.â
âSure.â
âYou fell asleep on my doorstep.â
âWhere were you going, anyway? The sun was going down.â
âTo get my mail.â
âWhat?! At night alone?! Now, thatâs unforgivable.â Hyunjin took a step towards you, slim yet broad figure shielding yours from just about everything in your immediate vision. He leaned over, placing both of his hands on the sides of your head to hold you steady as he placed a simple kiss to your forehead.
The sudden affection made your brain short circuit because what the hell? How was he so okay with everything? It was almost like there was a wind up monkey toy holding cymbals inside his head that started clapping whenever his attention was taken somewhere else. But somehow, you were even more attracted to him, if that was even possible.
âWere you doing something in here? It smells like sweat.â He said and casually strolled out of your showroom.Â
For hours, you and Hyunjin were in your kitchen. Half of that was spent trying to figure out what the two of you could cook without burning the house down. The conversation was so entertainingly mundane that neither of you realized how much time had truly passed, sun fully set and night sky helping illuminate the dimly lit living room. He insisted on doing most of the cooking when you both agreed that boxed pasta and premade red sauce would be the safest thing.
All you had to do was sit back and ogle his back muscles as he stirred the pot, maybe hand him a napkin or spoon when asked. The white shirt he wore was as thin as they come, tank top more than visible beneath it and making your mouth water. The room had become incredibly warm as Hyunjin put the wooden spoon to the side. With his back to you, you got to watch as both his hands threaded through his hair, gathering what he could, and tying it into a messy ponytail. God, how did he do that? That thing where he just exists and it makes you swoon? He needs to stopâ itâs getting ridiculous how hearts were basically replacing your pupils.
âIf it tastes horrible, lie to me and act like it doesnât.â Hyunjin placed a full plate in front of you, taking the seat across from you.
For the most part, the meal itself was silent. There just werenât any words that you could think coherently enough to speak. Great food, made especially for you, and by the most handsome boy youâd ever seen, why would you need to say anything? Hyunjin didnât seem to mind. All it looked like he cared about was not taking his eyes off you.
It was just the littlest bit uneasy, but nothing that put you off. His stare was just intense, part of you thought he was reading your mind. However, if he could, you probably wouldnât have had to spend a week apart.
âI donât understand you,â you admit as you suddenly find your plate nearing clean.
âDo you have to?â He responded, putting his fork down and sitting back while adjusting to spread his knees.
âIâd like to.â
Oh, how his heart fluttered when you said that. It felt like a step in the right direction. âThatâs the first time youâve asked me something personal that isnât related to sex.â
You frowned along with the small guilt that lingered over your shoulder. âThis is only the fourth time weâve met.â
âMost people ask this before taking their clothes off. I think Iâve told you before, youâre not like most people.â He could see you bite the inside of your cheek, making a cute pout that he could tell was coming from a place of an unnecessary amount of self awareness. âI like it, though. Why do you think I came back?â
âI donât know why. Thatâs, like, the whole point of me saying, âI donât understand you.ââ
Hyunjin reached over the short distance between him and you, thumb smoothing the ruffle between your brows and you instantly relaxed. As awkward as he could be, he really knew how to make you feel so at ease, second nature for him to be comfort embodied. There was no judgment on his face or in his tone that you could see. If you had asked what he was thinking about, he would have answered with how pretty your cheeks glow after a good meal.
âThat day, you agreed to come with me and⌠participate..?â Hyunjin nodded along and listened intently, continuing to lightly push your hair from your forehead and trace the outline of your cheek. âThen we showered and snacked and then you just⌠you left. And didnât so much as twitch when you looked at me after we were done.â
His jaw wanted to drop to the floor just how it did in the cartoons. That was the only reaction he could emit as it all clicked into place. Why you didnât look for him or stop by the coffee shop, why you were reluctant to open the door and accept his gift, the slightly cold shoulder you gave him when you so clearly wanted to be nothing but a blanket of warmth. âIs that what you think?â
Hyunjinâs heart hurt a little when you didnât answer, but he also wanted to laugh in your face at how stupid all of this was. However, he had clocked it the second you two had a real conversation, and so laughing at you was probably the last thing he should do. Instead, he trailed his touch down your jaw, gently cupping your cheek. âYouâre more than all this,â hands slid quickly, gesturing down your sides and back up. âSo much more.â
The tears wanted to swell in your eyes at how sincere his voice was. He couldâve been lying, for all you knew, but the small part of you that wanted to believe him was also the biggest part of you that had always wanted someone to tell you those small words. The small part of you that wanted to be wanted was also the biggest part of you that wanted him. It was all so confusing, you understood him perfectly but also not at all. Hyunjin could read you easily by now, you were like an open book to him.
âBut I was naked.â
âAnd so fucking beautiful,â practically gritted through his teeth because just saying the words couldnât express the painfully good clenching in his chest. Hyunjin pulled back for a second to stand up and shrink to his knees in front of you, reaching up again to take your cheeks in both of his hands. âBut how could I look at just your body when there is so much up here to get to know?â
There it was again, all the right words executed perfectly in spite of how great of a wall you put between you and him. Hyunjin smoothly pressed a kiss to your forehead, for emphasis or not, it made you shut your eyes tightly and the tears silently rolled. His thumbs were swiping it away before making it over the hill of your cheekbone, and he was standing to take your empty dishes into the kitchen for cleaning.
You were absolutely stunned. Unsure of where to go, how to act, what to say, you simply watched him quickly wash the plates with an endearing smile all the way across his cheeks before he was taking your hand to lead you towards the couch. He sat you next to him, millimeters apart and reading your body language. Definitely in need of a lighter mood.
Hyunjin stuck his hand out for a handshake.
âWhatâre you doing?â Your voice cracked.
âHi, my name is Hyunjin. Youâre incredibly gorgeous and Iâd love to take you out sometime.â
âIf this is some kind of roleplayââ
âItâs not,â he took your hand from your lap to connect with his. âThis is me wanting to know you, and you wanting to know me. I donât know what you do for a living, and you donât know what my dick looks like. Just people.â
Just people, that sounded nice.
You hesitated, then shook his hand. âHi, Iâm Y/N.â
âSo Y/N, can I take you on a date? Maybe have a picnic in the park, grab some cheap painting supplies and go paint near the river, dessert at the best ice cream spot I know. We can make it a nice day.â He tucked his hand back into his lap respectfully, throwing the other over the back of the couch to get just the littlest bit close to you.
âIâd like to, but Iâm lactose intolerant.â
âSee, Iâd say thatâs a lie because of your coffee order. But since I donât know you, Iâm going to take your word for it and offer a cake place that Iâve heard great reviews about.â
âI donât like frostingââ
âJust go on a date with me!â He raised his voice slightly with aggravation, teasing annoyance because he knew you were being difficult on purpose. You couldnât help but giggle as he pretended to squish your cheeks when in reality, he was forcing down his cute aggression to keep from taking a loving bite out of you.
Your cheeks warmed up at his reaction, endearing and all together cute. He was a weird combination of adorable and sexy, even now with strands of his hair falling in front of his face, glasses hanging on the front of his shirt but a gold chain peeking out from behind the neckline that would look so good dangling in your face. You couldnât help taking the glasses and opening them, slipping it onto his face. Hyunjin let you toy with his look by lightly brushing his hair away and pulling the necklace out of its hiding place. He raised his eyebrows when you were done. The skin of his neck tingled from where your fingertips had barely grazed.
âIf you dress like this, Iâm all yours.â
For a second, he didnât know what to say as that was all he wanted to hear. For all of the smooth moves and suave lines, there were the split moments where he radiated nothing but dorkiness wanting to flood out.
âIf you keep saying things like that, I might just kiss you.â
âWhatâs stopping you?â
âIâ I donât really know.â There it was, eyebrows knit together in genuine confusion.
While he sulked back into the cushion, you placed a gentle hand over his, just gauging the touch barrier. Hyunjin didnât seem to mind, but rather he intertwined his fingers with yours as he fell deeper into thought. âI wanna go on a date with you,â the admittance had him darting you a quick, hopeful glance. âBut, I donât know how to do this.â
âThatâs okay!â He was quick to perk up and make your grimace back a little at his sudden burst in energy. Hyunjin tightened his grip on your hand for reassurance. âI think our expertise just lies in different areas.â
âIâm not following.â
He jutted out his bottom lip with fake sympathy, scratching the underside of your chin. âIf you didnât notice, Iâm not the most intuitive when it comes to sex.â
That was a shock. âI dunno about that,â an honest answer that made him shy away with a laugh.
âMy experience is incomparable to yours, and not in a bad way! Just, maybe there were some things I was missing.â
You thought back to the moment you had with him, how unsure he seemed when you spoke about sex and masturbation, he seemed truly mind blown and eager to know more.Â
âAnd I can tell, you havenât had the easiest times with relationships. I think we can learn from each other.â
âThis feels like a weird, illegal exchange.â You frowned again. âBut I kinda like it.â
His heart raced, yours was beating a million miles an hour. There was a tension in the air that couldâve gone one of two ways. The first being that you pop open a bottle of wine and put on a good movie. Thereâs chocolate truffles in the cupboard, you could always grab a bowl to have with the wine. Sweet compliments sweet, Hyunjin might enjoy it. Perhaps you could end the night with a kiss, maybe a cuddle if it went that far. Youâd see him again, you didnât have a doubt about it. Youâve got his number now, thereâs no more excuses.
The second, was how things actually went.
You mentally thanked your friend for giving you these dim lights for the living room, they made his honey skin look so edible.
Hyunjin doesnât know when it happened, you donât know when it happened. Just that there were half finished glasses of wine on the coffee table, the movie long passed the rolling credits, and that you were on your knees between his legs, staring at his cock with the roundest, glitteriest eyes heâd ever seen.
Your bra strap was slipping off your shoulder along with the entire cup threatening to be overflowed by your breast, he wished it would. More than that, he wished you would stop teasing him. All you were doing was tracing the pad of your finger over his slit, collecting the leaking precum and spreading it around the tip. The warmth of your breath splayed over the skin of his pelvis made goosebumps rise across every inch of his skin, giggling as he shivered.
âHow did this evenâ ah, ahâ happen?â
Vibrations of your chuckle prolonged his shuddering, âdunno. Iâm not upset about it, though. Unless⌠unless you are?â You backed away from his cock and expression replaced with something dead serious.
âNo, no! God, please keep going.â Hyunjin reached out to thread his fingers in your hair, but a quick slap on his wrist made him retreat.
âNuh, uh. You havenât earned that yet.â
Hyunjin repressed a groan, âsorry, sorry.â
He felt overly exposed even if you were just as naked as he was, you actually more so than him. The blurred memory of how this even started was brought back when he glanced at your discarded shirt hanging on the armrest of the couch, your house shorts and his white tee in another pile on the ground next to you. His pants and boxers were puddled around his ankles, and that was what made his face burn. Whatever was to happen next, say you wanted him to carry you to the bedroom or pin you against the wall, heâd literally be caught with them around his ankles. Itâs a problem he canât put on to you, but it still made him flustered nonetheless.
You were a few inches from his bare southern region, now, having to sit up taller so that his leaking dick didnât obstruct from maintaining eye contact with him. âI⌠really like you,â tone as small as it could go without turning into a whisper.
âI really like you, too.â As antsy and anxious as he was, Hyunjin restrained from bucking into your face.
âThereâs something I wanna do, only if you wanna, too. I think you might like it? Yâ you can say no! No hard feelings! I just think that Iâll be seeing you a lot aâ and you already know what my job isââ
He leaned forward to tip your chin higher, âI trust you.â
Blush covered your cheeks in a millisecond and it made Hyunjin smile smugly. When you turned around to grab your phone on the coffee table and prop it up against the wine bottle, he got the idea. Before you unlocked it, you spun back to face him. âI need you to say that this is okay.â Not that you didnât trust him, as well, but you have every reason not to. Not just morally, but this was your career on the line if something were to go haywire.
âI am okay with this. Turn on the camera.â
You nodded excitedly, âthis is just for us.â
The angle at which you positioned your phone made it so that his face wasnât showing, only the view of your body between his knees sitting prettily for him. Hyunjin could see the screen and throbbed even harder, he was torn between looking at you and looking at the hottest video youâve ever made to date. Or, about to makeâ with him. Even if no one else is ever going to see this, the act of being recorded made him harder than heâs ever been.
Blipping of the recording being started, you settled comfortably again locked between his legs. Hands strolling up the insides of his naked thighs, Hyunjinâs breath grew heavier the closer in you came. He could feel your body heat again as he prayed you would hurry up. The camera couldnât pick up the way you ogled his cock, the way you licked your lips, or the way you looked up at him through your lashes just as you stuck the tip of your tongue out to gather the bead precum and swallow. Hyunjin let out a breath he didnât realize he was holding in and the sound of his sigh made you giggle again.
âCan I?â You asked all too sweetly for what it is you wanted.
âPlease.â
âSo kind,â praised before he was about to be destroyed.
Absolutely obliterated, total annihilation, earth-splitting and volcanoes erupting the same way he did as soon as your mouth took in the tip of his cock. He blew on the spot, and you sucked him through his orgasm until he was dry and shriveled up with embarrassment. âFuckâ god, oh myâ fuck, Iâm sorry! Iâm so sorry!â He continued to twitch into your mouth as you licked up whatever remained.
It didnât even seem to phase you, his premature finish was more than worthy of a few reprimands, possibly making him leave all together and deleting his number. Less than satisfactory. But it made you all the more excited. Where he crumbled is where you saw potential to create skyscrapers of pleasure, all intended to blow his mind.
An easy swallow of his seed down your throat, you kissed the inside of his thighs in reassurance. ââS okay. I liked it,â honest as honest can be.
âTell me if I should pull my pants up and leave so I can save whatever dignity I have left.â
âDignity is overrated. Degradation is a whooole lot more fun. Plus,â showing off his whiteness on your tongue, you licked a stripe up the center of his dick and Hyunjin shuddered again, âyouâre really sensitive.â
Hyunjin sat back and let it happen to him, he couldnât find the strength to so much as tell you when he was about to cum again because it was so painfully good. It didnât take very long or very much effort on your part, simply having to massage his balls and pinch the skin of his pelvis while your tongue worked minimal magic as you kept him sheathed in your warm, wet mouth. His nails raked across the couch cushion in a way that made you feel a little bad that he couldnât touch you. Just a little. âDid so good for me. Think you can do one more, baby?â
He was on the verge of saying no, until you stood up. Amidst his plummeting energy and evergrowing sensitivity, Hyunjin didnât have half the mind to remember that you were just as needy as he was. You were having so much fun playing with him that you almost forgot, as well. The face he makes when he cums is the hottest thing youâve ever seen, you were this close to rutting against his leg like a fucking dog. Youâd do it, too, shamelessly. However, you figured you could save that for another day. This was about him.Â
You stood, ass taking up the entire view in the camera. You let him watch you strip, unclipping your bra and tossing it somewhere forgotten. Evening the score, you tugged at the hem of his tank top to discard, although you were teetering back and forth on letting him keep it on. Next off was your panties, left along on the floor before you began to climb into his lap.
Oh god, you were straddling him. Really straddling him. Wet pussy on full display, knees spread and so close to his cock that he could feel the dampness on his own skin. Or was that just cus you were sloppy earlier? He didnât care, nor did he have to try to get hard again seeing as he never went soft.
You didnât sit fully, hovering over him with the only skin touching being your thighs on his and your arms draped over his shoulder. Hyunjin found comfort in the heat as you wiped away the sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, leaning deeper into your touch. When you dragged your hands down his arms to guide them to hold onto your waist, he struggled not to buck his hips up into you. He thought about how you might laugh when you rewatch the footage later, but Hyunjin couldnât bring himself to care no matter how ridiculous it looked. He knows that he was rutting into nothing but the air, but the increase in heat when he got close to your cunt was more than satisfactory if you decided it wasnât what you wanted.
Except you were ready to go for it and was reaching for the side drawer for condoms, even if it meant overstimulating him even more. He wouldnât protest, he wanted it just as much. âAre you okay?â You asked concerned when he tucked his face into your shoulder.
âMhm,â he muttered against you, âwant you so bad.â
You reached back and between his legs, dragging a delicate finger up from the bottom of his balls to the base of his cock. Hyunjin trembled and molded deeper into your frame. You chuckled, âI can tell, baby. But can you handle it? Youâre so worked up already, I donât wanna break you when weâre just getting started.â
âI can, I can!â He looked up at you with glistening eyes, full of tears and determination. âPlease, please, please.â Hyunjinâs hips bucked up again, hitting the inside of your thigh and you pushing him back down.
âCalm, baby. Weâve got all the time in the world. Deep breaths, now.â
Hyunjin followed your lead when you inhaled through your nose and let out a deep exhale. He continued to do so even though you were pressing your lips to his forehead, even though you were trailing them across his cheeks and skipping over his lips. He puckered them, ready to be suffocated by your kisses. But when you planted just a peck on his, he audibly whimpered, to which you laughed and continued down his neck.
Oh, he was extra sensitive there. And when you sat back on his knees to tweak both his nipples? Ascendance.
Hyunjin threw his head back and moaned just as loud as he did when you put him in your mouth. âNo, no, donât wanna cum again,â he murmured, but didnât try to resist your touch.
Still, you pulled away and placed your hands on his chest. âNo? Too much?â
âWanna make you cum first,â he suddenly grasped the undersides of your thighs and lifted the two of you off the couch. Neither of you had noticed his shins knocking the coffee table as he laid you on your back lengthwise with the couch, lifting your legs up so he could slot himself between them and over his shoulders.
It was a pleasant surprise, his display in strength and stamina, you were proud that he could keep going. The off-guard giggle you let out only spurred him to continue, cupping both your cheeks and stealing the kiss for himself. You couldnât stop it, didnât want to as he fit against you so perfectly. Cut through the tension like a knife did the passionate kiss prove to both of you that it was more than just physical attraction. Still, sometimes words do speak louder than actions.
You reached between your bodies to guide him towards your entrance, needing nothing but a moan against his lips to confirm to go further. The stretch was more than you anticipated, burning so euphorically good with a side of neediness for him to move faster. As if you could take all of him in one go, foolish. Itâd been a long while since youâd been with someone worthy of sticking their dick in you, this was much different than a plastic toy.
Though, he was worth the wait, even if it did make you pathetically whimper into his mouth. It was just the ego boost he needed, no longer feeling ashamed of his previous poor performance. You still wanted more, you were clawing at his biceps and he was swallowing every one of your moans until his thighs met your ass cheeks.
He wanted to blow for a third time just being inside you, feeling the pulsing of your walls and slick dripping down his balls. Hyunjin used every muscle in him not to begin fucking into you like an animal, brain somehow stronger than the primal need inside him. But while he watched for any sign that you were uncomfortable, trying to be overly vigilant that he wasnât truly paying attention to see you locking your ankles behind his neck and beginning to fuck yourself back and forth on his cock. His hands were planted near your head, realizing what it is you were doing when you bit your lip and held onto his wrists.
Hyunjin laughed into the air, the kind of laugh as though he had just won the lottery because holy fuck, he did. He watched as you bounced up and down, swiveled side to side, using him like one of your dildos suction cupped to the wall. Except he was the dildo, being used and abused until you felt satisfied.Â
âSo tightâ so hot ând wet. God, youâre so cute, oh my god. Donât ever stop fucking me, please, please. So good, too good.â
The drip of his sweat from his forehead onto yours broke your cock-induced fever, âwhy am I doing all the work, baby? You started this, so finish it.â You stopped dead in your tracks and slumped back into the couch.
Hyunjin was more than happy to fuck you silly, if he hadnât already cum twice and was running on fumes. Alas, he did his best and it was perfectly enough. You had run him ragged for your first time having sex, you couldnât blame him for being sloppy.Â
His best was still better than average, even if his pants were still stuck around his ankles. As he stood up straight and took the hook of your knees into his hands, Hyunjin let his head fall back to summon whatever energy he had left stored in the tank. Surprisingly, it was a lot. He was dripping in sweat, down his temples, neck, and chest and red blush had flushed his supple skin, but he was still the prettiest thing youâd ever seen.
He could say the same thing about you. Although your state was less messy than his, you still looked absolutely fucked out and desperate. Teeth sunk into your bottom lip so hard he was scared you would draw blood, pinching your nipples and occasionally reaching up to claw at his chest. You and him were both worked up and on the verge of crying like a bunch of babies overstimulated by everything around them.Â
Your fingers found their way to your clit once he started to move, fast and unrestrained while trying not to blow before you again. Just perfectly did he fit inside you to the point where you were really questioning how the hell you had sex with other people when he was right there all along. This was nothing like your past experiences, fuck whatever it was Hyunjin thought they were like, this was something else entirely. Like waking up on Sunday morning thinking itâs Monday and being able to blissfully fall back asleep. The day when you have no responsibilities or weight on your shoulders and all you feel is relaxed. When you have nothing to do but wake up at noon to feed yourself then crawl back to bed to loaf. A lover coming home after months apart and being able to inhale their scent like itâs the first time all over again. The first cold day of autumn and the first warm day of spring. Heâs Sunday.Â
Hips against hips, skin slapping skin, sweat mixing and creating the particular cloud of odor where anyone who walked in would know what the two of you did. Hyunjin would stick his tongue out in concentration to make sure he was repeatedly hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back and toes curl. He was so good at it that after a while, he didnât need to hold you up anymore.Â
Eventually he let your legs rest around his waist so he could hunch over you again, kissing your lips so sweetly in stark contrast to how hard his cock was prodding into your soft spot. He wasnât moving roughly, but rather strong strokes that made you really feel his entire length slipping in and out of your aching cunt. Slick sounds of your bodies connecting layered the already adulterous moans leaving the both of you, your neighbors will for sure have a complaint about it tomorrow.
Hyunjin fell onto his elbows, millimeters from your face as his thrusts slowed. The way he looked at you, as though heâd set his eyes on the most sought after piece of art. In a way, he was. Of all the people that have seen you completely bare and beg for your attention, all the people youâve met, spoken to, kissed, fucked, he couldnât bring himself to care about any of that because you were under him now.
The almost stagnant nature of his movements wasnât frustrating or annoying. You enjoyed it, more than any kind of rough or needy sex youâve had with past partners. He wasnât touching you like you usually wouldâve needed, but still felt the bubble in your stomach wanting to burst. If he kept looking at you like, if he kept kissing you so delicately and fucking you just like this, it will.
His palm brushed the hair from your face, keeping it on the top of your head as if to surround you in purely him.Â
âMy sweetheart.â
Why was that what had to make the bubble pop? As soon as the words left his mouth and you saw the smitten smile on his face, your legs locked around his waist and nails raked down his back as white heat suffocated your body. You felt his face hide in your neck and latch onto the skin above your pulse, sucking a bruising mark as you came down and it was your turn to be covered in goosebumps. Hyunjin hadnât realized heâd cum again until you were hugging him tighter to your chest, falling limp on top of you and all the adrenaline finally wearing off.
Nuzzled tight into him until both your breaths were regular and in sync, shutting your eyes while his tongue kitten licked over the sore spots heâd been teething at, neither of you wanted to leave from behind the thin veils of bliss. Though, returning to reality with him didnât seem so bad.
âBaby, clean up time,â you cooed in his ear, to which you got no response but a soft snore. The giggle that left your lips was hushed to let him rest a little longer. But after a few minutes, the stickiness of the sweat was becoming uncomfortable, scratching his scalp a bit harder to gently wake him. Hyunjin hummed into you as he acknowledged the signal. âCâmon Hyune, shower.â
Wordlessly, he clambered off of you and let you lead him to the bathroom again, stopping in the hallways for towels together so that you wouldnât have to leave him alone. Similar routine to last time except when it was time for you to clean, he opted to stand out of the shower stream until you were finished because he wanted to stay as close to you as possible.Â
And when the both of you were clean, dry, and ready for bed, Hyunjin spoke again as you walked hand in hand into your bedroom. âYou called me Hyune.â
âHm? Thatâs your name, isnât it?â You smirked and pulled him deeper into the room. For a second, he took a look around and immediately felt like heâd been here before, comfortably familiar.Â
As you guided him towards the bed and lifted the cover for him to slide under, he suddenly woke up from your unintentional trance. âNo, Hyuneâs a nickname.â
âIs it okay if I call you Hyune?â A soft question as you get into bed beside him, the pair of you shamelessly naked and tangled in one anotherâs limbs.Â
âYeah, or baby.â You nodded against the pillow, sweeping a hand through his hair again when he rolled on his side to face you.
The two of you stared at one another for what couldâve been minutes or hours, neither of you knew. But you were on the verge of falling asleep as he placed a supple kiss on your forehead. It sparked the small memory of the long forgotten phone that had recorded the entire event. It jolted him awake as well when you suddenly got up from bed to run through the apartment to retrieve it.
Hyunjin was sat up on his elbows when you returned and gratefully took in the sight of you naked once again, feeling light as a feather.
You had ended the recording and pulled up the video to realize it was four hours long. Hyunjin gawked and laughed when he saw the time stamp. He rolled onto his back and opened his arms for you to lay in as you watched the video together.
Everything was just as heâd seen it happening from the beginning until you took off your undergarments. If the both of you werenât deadbeat tired, it probably wouldâve turned you on and sparked a second round. Instead you both could watch it with admiration and fondness.
âOh, that was so sexy when you did that,â he said in reference to you running a finger across his balls as you straddled him.
âI like when you hold me like this,â you commented about how far and tightly his arms wrapped around your torso.
You both criticized and critiqued the video, only able to find positives to praise one another about until it was time for him to flip the positions. The clip showed Hyunjin lifting you up then standing, and suddenly the table shook and the camera tipped over. The frame showed the opposite end of the couch that you were on, the only thing on screen being the tail end of your lower halves, mostly his ass in the air and your feet dangling in the air. You both burst into a deep gutted laugh and were unable to catch your breaths at how funny the scene looked from that angle.
âEverything was so good!â You joked, pausing the video and zooming in to see his butt in the air.
âI donât even remember hitting the table,â he admitted while taking the phone and looking closer. âAt least my butt looks good.â
âYou do have a cute butt.â
âLook at your little feet!â He zoomed into your feet just barely in the upper right corner of the frame.
âNot for free!â Snatching the phone back, you lock it and toss it onto the bedside table.
âI was literally balls deep in you and youâre worried about me seeing your feet?â
âThatâs different!â
He rolled his eyes and untucked his arm from beneath your head to lay his own on your chest. âWhatever. Iâm not a big foot guy anyways.â
âThat thing poking my thigh says otherwise.â
âI canât even feel my dick right now, I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
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ξïСâđđđ đđđđđ â feat. gojo satoru
synopsis. how else is he supposed to react when he comes home and you're wearing his clothes?
â content warnings. afab!reader, established relationship, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, fingering (f!recieving), (if i missed any pls lmk!!) â word count. 795
ξïСâauthor's note. first time writing smut, this is gonna be so bad but here you go! i've been telling myself to write this or at least try for at least a yearđ
gojo satoru has always loved it when you wore his clothes, more specifically his shirts that were always baggy and oversized on your figure. the sight never ceased to amaze him, never ceased to make him horny instantly. and especially after a long night of fighting curses, he loved coming home to see you on the couch with only his shirt on.Â
he stared at you from the door frame, slowly shutting the door, the click as it closed echoed. you turned, slightly startled but happy to see your boyfriend nonetheless. âwelcome home satoru!â you grinned, though you features quickly turned to that of confusion as his lips curled into a smirk. though he had his blindfold on, you could feel his dark gaze.Â
within seconds, he appeared in front of you, making you whip your head around with wide eyes. he towered over you, his hand holding him up as it rested on the back of the couch, his other hand softly lifting your chin up. âhello sweetheart.â he licked his lips, his thumb gently slid across your bottom lip. his voice was deep, making your face grow warm as a similar heat pooled between your thighs. âdaddyâs home.â he mumbled making his voice vibrate against your lips.
you could feel his smirk as he pressed his lips against yours. you felt his hand ride up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine as his finger hooked ont your panties, slowly sliding them off and revealing your wet cunt. he leaned back, your breathe hitched as he threw your panties behind him, his lips quickly finding your neck.Â
âso wet for me already.â he teased as his lips pressed against your skin, the tips of his slim fingers sliding up your thigh and slowly finding their way inside you. a moan fell from your lips as his fingers began quickly thrusting in and out, his thumb circling your clit. âsuch a good girl.â his voice rumbled, you vision blurred as the pleasure consumed you, your voice growing loud. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close and making him fall onto the couch with you beneath him.ânow, whatâs my name, darling?â
âd-daddy~â you stuttered, whimpering as he took his fingers out. your chest rose and fell, your heart beating quickly as he pulled his blindfold down around his neck, his bright blue eyes seeming dark as they filled with desire. it wasnât long before he had his cock in his hand, pumping it up and down. he leaned over you, his forehead against your own as you wrapped your arms around his neck once more for support.Â
âis daddyâs cock a good reward for my good girl?â your whimper echoed throughout the empty house, nodding your head as you held him tighter, feeling the girth of his cock thrust into you. âso good, taking it all like that.â his lips pressed against your ear as he began grinding into you, his small moans being heard loud and clear.
your mind grew hazy, all you could think about was his cock inside of you, and he liked it that way. it took a moment before he sped up, knowing that pace that made you cry out for him in seconds. you breathe hitched, your walls tightening around him as your voice grew louder.Â
âahh~ satoru âm cumming!â your words slurred as he pressed sloppy kisses against your neck, his breathe quickening.
âcum for me then princess, daddyâs gonna cum too.â his voice cracked as he smirked, feeling your spasm around his cock as he released his warm cum inside you.
he slowly pulled himself out of you, admiring the way a mix of his cum and your own dripped onto the couch fabric. you grabbed his hand, squeezing and looking up at him, a dazed smile gracing your lips. âi love you so much.â you giggled.
he brushed back the hair that cling to your forehead, placing a sweet kiss upon it, then to your nose, and finally on your lips. âi love you more princess.â he hopped up, grabbing a towel to clean you up and a blanket to keep you warm. âiâll run you a bath.â
âgojo satoru, such a gentleman.â you grinned, snuggling into the blankets more.
he rested a hand on his hip, turning to you from where he stood to go to the bathroom. ânow, any other day, iâd punish you for calling me the wrong name,â he smirked, his eyes dark. your eyes widened, heat filling your cheeks. âbut this is my apology because iâm the nicest guy in the world, obviously.â he grinned, prancing away to get your bath ready.
gojo satoru is a loving and caring man, he just has weird ways of showing it.
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Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 2
Warnings: A very large age difference and of course, smut
Arriving at Negan's, I am somewhat surprised by his interior. The house is really much more unassuming than I had imagined, but I don't have much time to look around. Immediately, he grabs my upper arm and pulls me back towards him to kiss me. Without letting go of me, he slowly guides me towards the hallway. My heart is pounding like crazy in my chest. I had never had sex with a man like him before, and the whole situation is completely new to me. But I want it, and every moment feels so incredibly good. As he shows me the way, I take off his jacket and let it fall carelessly to the floor, then I start to unbutton the small buttons of his shirt with slightly trembling fingers.
With a grin, he opens the door behind me "Here we are..." he says contentedly and switches on the light switch, which is located to the right of the door.
I feel his hands wandering to my thighs and slowly pulling my dress over my butt. His right hand briefly leaves my butt and he makes a quick movement to knock something over that is on the dresser behind me. Probably a photo of his wife. In the corner of my eye, I had seen a picture frame there. What an asshole! But I don't give it any further thought, all that matters now is how incredibly his skin feels against mine.
He pulls away from my lips and looks at me intently, then he pushes a strand of hair away from my face and asks, "How do you like to be fucked, come on, tell me, little one. Do you like it from behind, or do you prefer to be on top?"
"I...I...don't know..." I say with a slightly trembling voice.
Negan laughs mockingly, "I absolutely don't believe you, sweetie."
With a skilled movement, he turns me around and with a flat hand, presses my upper body onto his bed, so that I automatically stick out my butt, which is only covered by a black thong. Then he slides his hand directly between my legs, while the other still presses me onto the bed. Two of his fingers slide over my panties and make me moan softly. He presses firmly against my vaginal entrance, which is only covered by the thin fabric. Immediately, everything tightens in my lower abdomen. I need him so desperately inside me.
"Damn, your panties are soaking wet! Would you like it if I took you from behind right now?"
"Yes!" I say convincingly, because I finally need to feel him. He gives me a slap on my butt and then turns me around so that I am sitting in front of him and looking directly at him again. My whole body feels like it's on fire and about to explode at any moment.
"But I promised you that I would spoil you first..." he says, as he grabs my thong at the side and slowly pulls it down. I lift my butt so that he can easily pull it off completely.
He grins satisfactorily, "Come on, spread your legs for me..."
I immediately do as he says. Determined, I slide a bit further onto the bed and open my legs, without breaking eye contact with him, while he quickly unbuttons his shirt and exposes his slim upper body. His dark chest hair and tattoos make him look even hotter, although I thought it was hardly possible. I watch him as I lie on my forearms in front of him and when I see him open his pants and finally stand there in just his boxers, I bite my lower lip.
"Come on, baby, a little more..." he commands, and I spread my legs even further. But I would probably do everything he tells me to do right now.
With the words, "Look at yourself, so damn perfect..." he kneels between my legs.
His beard scratches against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and when I feel his warm breath against my most intimate area, I feel like I could climax just from that sensation alone. Still leaning on my forearms, I watch eagerly every movement of the attractive man. But when his soft lips press gently against my labia for the first time, the feeling is so intense that I completely collapse onto my back. What he does with his mouth makes me moan his name loudly. With his tongue, he skillfully traces eights and briefly touches every spot that sends shivers down my spine. But always just long enough for me to feel like I'm on the verge of orgasm. He knows exactly what he's doing. And this rollercoaster of emotions makes my body tremble.
I can't take it anymore and beg him, "Please Negan, please let me come.." as I grab his hair and press his head even harder between my legs. Finally, he focuses solely on my swollen clitoris. Quickly and with slight pressure, he repeatedly runs his tongue over the most sensitive point of my body. I feel everything tighten inside me. I arch my back and come so intensely that it feels like I can barely handle it. He immediately climbs up to my level and lies down next to me on the bed. He looks incredibly good. His dark eyes sparkle with lust as he looks at me, and his lips are moist with my wetness. Just as I am about to kiss him, he stops me by placing his thumb on my chin.
"Wait, sweetie, first I want you to sit on my face with your perfect pussy..."
I look at him in surprise. Just moments ago, I had experienced an incredible orgasm, I am breathing heavily, and my heart is racing as if I had just run a marathon.
"I...I can't do that...it's too much..." I stammer, breathing heavily.
Negan just grins at me, "Oh, baby, you can do it...Go ahead, hold onto the bed frame and just let go..."
He moves up a bit until he's lying at the head of the bed. I watch him and consider what to do, but he doesn't need any more convincing. I immediately climb onto him and slowly kneel over his face. I timidly push my hips towards him. Every touch feels so sensitive that I fear I may not be able to handle his caresses.
"Not so shy, I promise you'll enjoy it..." With those words, he grips my hips and presses me firmly onto his mouth. The bed frame was a good hint, because otherwise, I probably would have completely lost my balance. I hold onto the cool bars tightly and feel his tongue penetrating me. He gently sucks up the moisture and touches my incredibly sensitive clitoris very gently. I never thought the feeling from earlier could be surpassed.
"Yes, just like that!" I moan unabashedly, letting my head fall back. My second climax hits me unexpectedly, making my legs tremble.
I am so exhausted that I would love to just collapse into bed. But Negan naturally has other plans.
"Sit on my cock, sweetie. I want to see you push it deep inside you! But first, take off that damn dress..."
Completely out of breath, I slide further down and sit on his thighs. Then I pull my dress over my head and now sit completely naked on him. Determined, I pull down his boxers, and he helps me to completely free him from them.
I look at his erect penis intently, and the sight makes everything tighten inside me again. He is so big and rock hard. His glistening tip is moist with precum. And his shaft is covered with thick veins. Just the thought of how it will feel when it rubs deep inside me against my vaginal walls makes me moan softly. I would love to take him in my mouth right now. I don't really like blowjobs, but the thought of running my tongue over him, tasting and pleasuring him, excites me even more.
But there must be time for that later.
Determined, I grasp his penis with my hand. Oh man, he feels fantastic. I lift my hips and kneel directly over him. Then I press him against my wet vaginal entrance and slowly let myself glide onto him. I feel him stretching me more and more, enjoying every inch thoroughly. It's so intense that I close my eyes and bite my lip. Yet, I can't suppress my moans.
"No, don't close your eyes. Look at me..." he says, breathing heavily.
I immediately react to his demand, and when his gaze meets mine directly, the whole feeling inside me intensifies even more.
"Do you like it?" he asks confidently.
"I love it!" I whisper slightly louder than intended, which makes him grin contentedly. He then grips my hips and presses me completely onto him. I need a moment to get used to his size, then I start to slowly rotate my hips. I lean back, supporting myself on his thighs with my hands. Negan's hands move further up to my breasts, which feel incredibly heavy with excitement. My nipples are sensitive, and his deliberate touches make them even harder.
Now I change my position and squat properly on him. This way, I can move up and down even better. He watches appreciatively as his penis repeatedly slides deep into me.
"This sight is insane, little one...Your sweet pussy is getting everything wet...Come on, spread your legs even more...Let me see everything in detail..." he demands, and I immediately comply. My moans, his heavy breathing, and the sound of our bodies colliding fill the room.
After a short while, he grabs my upper arm and pulls me abruptly towards him. Our kiss is so stormy that our teeth clatter together. Negan turns me over with a swift movement. It happens so quickly that I only realize he is suddenly lying on top of me.
With his right hand propped up next to my head on the mattress, he uses his left hand to grab my knee and push my leg up against my body. In this position, he enters me at a completely different angle and feels even deeper inside me. I startle, fearing he might hurt me with how far he is inside me, and instinctively push my hands against his hips.
Surprised, he stops his movement and looks at me with concern. "Are you okay?"
I nod frantically and say, "Yes, yes, really...it's just...I've never been fucked so well, it's all so intense!"
He smiles satisfactorily at me and then slowly and cautiously goes even further into me. Then he rests his burning hot forehead against mine and whispers, "Relax, baby. Focus entirely on the feeling in your perfect pussy now..."
I nod slightly and his movements become even slower and more targeted. He almost completely withdraws from me repeatedly, only to slide back in with his full length.
"It's good like this... Let's come together. I want to feel my cock bring you to climax...can it do that?"
"Oh yes!" I breathe completely breathless, feeling him achieve what I never thought possible. My lower abdomen tightens in waves faster and faster.
"That's it..." he says before groaning loudly, and I feel his warm sperm shooting deep inside me. This feeling is so overwhelming that I climax intensely again.
The next morning, I wake up and have to realize where I am. My gaze sweeps through his bedroom, feeling his naked body pressed firmly against mine. Thoughts of the incredible sex from the night before rush through my mind, sending a warm feeling through me. His steady breath warms my neck. Suddenly, my heart almost stops. Hanging over the back of a chair is a training jacket with the logo of my future school. What does this mean? I quickly turn to him. "Negan, hey..." I wake him quite abruptly.
"What's wrong?" he mumbles sleepily.
"The jacket, what does it mean?" I ask excitedly, pointing to it.
He lifts his upper body wearily to see what I mean. "Why are you getting so worked up? It's just a training jacket from my damn school!"
"What do you mean? Your school??"
"The school where I am a teacher..?" he says gently, kissing my naked shoulder. Before I abruptly clap my hands over my head and push him away.
"Please let this not be true, say it's not true..." I whisper more to myself.
Negan props himself up on his forearm and looks at me in surprise. "What the fucking hell do you mean? What shouldn't be true?"
I cover my face with my palms, hoping to simply disappear.
"I think I have something to confess to you..." I whisper with a trembling voice.
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kinktober day 19 - dare with ted nivison
warnings: college!ted, she/her pronouns used, they donât fuck in this one sorry
ted could feel the alcohol flowing through his veins as he took a drag of the vape in his hand. blowing out a cloud of smoke into the stuffy basement, he lost his train of thought as he gazed across the room, seeing you leaned up against a door frame and having a conversation with someone else in your class. his friends rolled his eyes, one of them suddenly slapping him on the arm. âdude!â âsorry, sorry.â âi dare you to go talk to her. i bet you wonât.â
ted had had a crush on you since the first time he spoke to you in a class you had together, but could never find it in him to ask you out. so you exchanged pleasantries at parties when you could, and he admired from afar. but, when your friend went to get more drinks and left you alone for a second, ted felt the need to swoop in. when he appeared before you, you smiled up at him, watching as he searched for the words.
âhi,â was what he landed on, which made you blush. âhi ted,â you returned, taking the last sip of your drink. the music was loud and you could barely hear him when he replied, so you decided to grab his arm and pull him up the stairs. surprised, he followed you, out the back of the house into the cold october air.
âsorry, it was stuffy down there,â you smiled. ted nodded in agreement, beginning to make awkward small talk with you as you leaned against the side of the house. you agreed along with him, talking about your classes, interests, graduation, until you were both in fits of laughter.
âiâm surprised we havenât talked more,â you laughed, taking the slim vape from his hand and taking a hit. âi didnât realize we had so much in common.â ted laughed and kicked at the dirt below. âwell, actually, my friendsâŚâ he trailed off, realizing that he was about to admit something horrifically embarrassing. âwhat?â âoh, uh, my friends actually⌠dared me to talk to you.â you raised your eyebrows in confusion, meeting his soft brown eyes. âdared you? oh manâŚâ you started to laugh. âwhy did you have to be dared? thatâs embarrassing for me.â
tedâs expression turned frantic. âno! not like, in a bad way, i justâŚâ he fought for the words. âi kinda have a crush on you. but we never talk so i thought it would be weird.â you blushed, stepping closer to him and taking in the scent of his cologne. âis it weird now?â he looked down at you and smirked while you bit down on your lip. ted scoffed a little to himself, before letting his hand come across your cheek.
âno, i guess not.â his lips pressed to yours, softly at first, before pulling you into him. your hands found his waist, and then his hair, before he pushed you back against the side of the house. he tasted of fruity alcohol and smelled like too much cologne, but you didnât care. his hair was soft in your fingers as you tugged on it lightly, as he opened his jaw slightly to slide his tongue in.
he moaned into your mouth, grasping at your hips, and then down to your ass. feeling like he was impossibly close, you groaned, head beginning to spin. feeling his body press to yours, hot breath and hands everywhere, tongues pressing together softly.
when he finally pulled away, you took in a soft breath, lips glistening in the moonlight. ted looked lost for words hands still securely around your waist. you laughed a little to yourself, feeling your hands drop to his chest. leaning into him a little, he finally cracked a smirk. âwanna take me home?â he nodded, grabbing your hand to lead you back inside.
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Wrath Of The Rock
(sorry it's so late i was on a family vacay đđžđđž)
Zhongli x Black Fem Reader Smut
Employee!Reader, No Powers!reader
CW: protected sex (he would, we stanđŠ), against the wall, on the bed, Zhongli's way of dirty talking (lol wut), Not Proofread
Word Count: 1498 (give or take)
I tried everything! I tried hiding stuff from his desk and asking him dumb questions but nothing worked, he seemed to brush it off by shaking his head and chuckling as he walked away. How is that man so calm and collected? Itâs incredible. I wanna try harder but I don't wanna be toxic, I just wanna see if he can actually get annoyed. Three soft knocks suddenly echo from my door.
"(Y/n), are you awake?"
Speak of the devil. "Yeah, hold on!" I jog to the door and open it revealing the tall, brunette man, "Yes Zhongli? Isn't it a little late for funeral planning?"
"Apologies, but this isnât funeral parlor related.â
My heart drops. âOh...â
âUnless, youâre busy at the moment... may I come in?â
Iâm so fired. I nod as I back into my room, allowing him to walk in and close the door, locking it behind him. He just... Does he know that--
âNow then, I came to discuss our agreement.â He pinches the fingers of his gloves, pulling one off after the other, âDo you know why that is?â
"I- uh... no.â
âBecause you dishonored it, (Y/n). You know how I feel about that.â
Zhongli stalks forward with that same calm demeanor, making me back away and further into my room. He placed down his gloves on my dresser as he walked and before I knew it, I felt the chill of the wall against my back and straightened up, knowing I wasnât going to escape his scolding or even rage if he showed it. I donât even know what I did.
âOur agreement...â He unbuttons his coat, sliding it down his arms and gently laying it on the foot of my bed, âWas that, aside from anything of importance, you would have no contact with Childe. Do you recall?â
â...Yes...â
âAnd yet I saw you and him talking just outside Liyueâs entrance.â
âI thought it was important.â
His waistcoat was the next to be unbuttoned, âThen you shouldâve excused yourself the moment you knew it wasnât, not stay and joke around with him.â
âWhat, but we were just talking, it wasn't a big deal, Li. Why do you think heâs so dangerous?â
âIt's not him I'm worried about. Iâve told you why before you agreed to my conditions...â He loosens and pulls off his tie, âThat man is the target of many dangerous people and loves to engage in combat with said people."
"But--"
"And on top of that you were outside of Liyueâs gatesâ vulnerable to any other monsters out there that would've found you interesting.â
I watch as he undresses until his open shirt frames his abs and ends up pushing the thought of struggling or leaving out of my mind. I've gotten this far, right? I nod, feigning defeat as he starts to undo his pants to reveal the long bulge hiding behind his boxers. I bite my lip trying not to look directly at it.
âNow, you have to face the punishment for your disloyalty.â Zhongli whispered, âWill you accept it willingly?â
"Yes."
"Prove it."
I nod eagerly, turning around and pressing my face and clothed breasts against the wall, pushing my lower half back to him with a small wiggle. I hear a deep chuckle from behind me as my large slim hand rests on my hip and he helps my butt meet his bulge. I shiver and press my hands on the wall.
âI suppose I did say willingly, huh?â He chuckles, dropping my pants and underwear to my ankles.
âI canât help it, I never seen you like this...â
Zhongli chuckles lowly and leans down close to the shell of my ear as he gently pushes my legs apart and rubs his hand along the curve of my ass. His hand trails down to my pussy, the slim middle finger slowly sliding through my wetness while he hums at the feeling.
âYouâve never seen me when Iâm punishing disloyalty?â His finger strokes my clit, âWhen Iâm upholding the consequences of a broken contract?"
My back arches. âNo...â
âHm...â His finger drags from my clit to sink into my wet hole, âReally now? And youâve never been on the receiving end either...?â
âNo.â
âWell then I guess itâs a good thing this isnât your punishment. This wouldnât really be a punishment if you enjoyed it, (Y/n).â
âWhat?â
He pulls his hand away and slowly pushes his pants and underwear until his long, bare cock was resting against my ass. I hear the crinkling of a wrapper and a small ripping sound before his shaft was lifted from my lower back-- only a moment before it was slotted between my thighs. I looked down at it to see it now wrapped in thin, amber-colored rubber, holding my breath as my thoughts raced.
Fuck, he looks bigger than I thought. How rough is he gonna be, itâs Zhongli, right? He wouldnât be rough... Zhongli held my hips firmly, keeping me in place as he slowly pushed his dick inside me, counting every exact inch while I stretched and squeezed around him eagerly until he reached eight. He growled, tightening his grip as his hips pulled back to thrust in deeply. I gasp out, fingers bracing on the wall.
âAre you enjoying this?â
âI-Is this a test?â
âI told you this part isnât your punishment.â
âThen wh-what is this part?â
âThe cause.â
My legs wobble from the weight of his body pressed against me matched with the weight of his cock twitching inside me, every vein stroking against my warm and inviting walls. Zhongli pulls back again and holds my hips as he starts fucking into me at a quick and deep pace, leaving me to whimper his name helplessly. I reach behind and push on his lower stomach, in an attempt to slow his thrusts when he grabs my wrist and holds it behind my back with a soft grunt.
âShhh, you told me youâd take it willingly... Or was that another lie...?â
âN-No, itâs just so deep.â
âOf course. You know I am a very thorough man.â
His thrusts got faster and his tip started to gently kiss my cervix as if it were warning me of what was soon to come. I came for the first time, making me gasp out and grip the wall while he merely hummed at the extra tightness. Zhongli's arm wrapped around my waist held me tight against him, and groaned out as he pounded into my cunt harder than before, making me throw my head back and look up at his stoic face while digging my nails into the white paint of my room wall.
"That's it, oh yes... you're clenching so beautifully around my shaft. It's almost as if you want your punishment.â He drops his voice to another whisper, âAnd if thatâs the case then I should just pull out right now."
âNo! N-no, I donât want it...â I lied, fingers pressing hard into the wall, âI donât... ah~â
âCome to think of it, your legs arenât trembling enough... And your eyes donât seem to be glazed... hm.â
He suddenly picked me up and dropped me onto my bed before he sinks his cock back in, his tip back against my cervix. His determined eyes locked with mine while his cock resumed its pace, not even bothering to start off slow. Zhongli's quick, deep strokes bounce me on my mattress under us, making the headboard collide with the wall every time his cockhead met my cervix.
"T-too much! You're making me loud, someone's gonna hear us!"
"Ungh, it's only loud because you're screaming." His thrusts deepen with every word, "You just need to stay quiet."
"C-Can't... "
He slows down, drawing away his orgasm before pounding into me at the previous pace, pushing me closer to the edge as my cunt squeezes and flexes around him.
"Oh yes, so...much...tighter..." Zhongli grabs my thighs and throws them over his shoulders as his pounding speeds back up, "Ahn, gods..."
"Yes fuck~ feels so, ah~ fucking good!"
"Aw you gonna cum for me again, hm? It feels that good? Fuck that's it, squeeze me."
I clench down on him tightly, "Yes yes yes~ don't fucking stop. Right th-there."
He trails his right hand down the back of my thighs and uses his fingers to play with my clit making me throw my head back and arch my spine as I cum around Li's cock for the second time.
He drops my legs from his shoulders and holds my hips still as his cock throbs, shooting heavy ropes of cream into my pussy, painting the inside of the thin rubber white, the sudden warmth making me gasp his name once more before he pulled away, catching his breath as he carefully tugged off the condom.
âYour punishment is the inability to walk properly while accompanying Childe on his trip to the Wangshu Inn.â
âW-what? How do you know h-heâll ask me to go today?â
âBecause the only reason I came to find you was to tell you he was looking for you.â
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(A/n): im literally posting this 2 hours after i got off my plane đđ
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Body Work || Bell #4
Jungkook x reader
friends to lovers
18+ (fluff, smut)
warnings: mentions and descriptions of violence, mentions and use of drugs and alcohol
Jeon Jungkook is not the same 19-year-old boy you used to know. Fame has really matured him, in more ways than one.
âYou already know how I like it babyâ
A knock at the door makes your head shoot up from the ramyeon bowl you were lost in that sat on the small marble island in the middle of your small kitchen.
When you put your left eye up to the peephole, a blonde-haired, slim man and an excited Kiri stood there, beaming a huge smile, waiting for your face to appear from behind the door. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering why two of your best friends are knocking on your door...you glance at the small, silver clock on the wall beside you... 9:24 pm.
You reach for the lock, turning it to open your door to the people who are standing on your doorstep looking like two frantic little, wide-eyed puppies.
"Hey?" you chuckle, confused as your eyebrows remain in the same furrowed expression, "why are you guys here?"
"Are we not allowed to visit our good friend to check on her?" Jimin acts offended.
Before you can respond, the two of them are already pushing their way past you. You sigh in defeat, clicking the door behind you as they both slide off their shoes and strip their coats from around their shoulders.
"You're both obviously not here just to see me" you chuckle, watching them both rush to hang their coats up, "you look like a pair of kids who've just been told they're going to Disneyland"
"Okay okay okay, come sit" Kiri spits out, a smile still plastered on her face, as she grabs your wrist pulling you to your sofa, Jimin following closely behind.
Once all three of you were sitting, Kiri and Jimin both facing you, sitting opposite you, Kiri takes both of your hands into hers. You stare intently at them, your face still in pure confusion.
"Guess who's back in town?" She asks almost too eagerly.
As soon as you heard those words, you already had a feeling where this conversation was about to go and who Kiri is talking about, but you give both of them the benefit of the doubt. They know that you're over that whole... situation, and don't plan on getting sucked back into it again. Your face relaxes a little, hesitant to even ask.
"Who?"
"Namjoon!" Jimin exclaims, unable to keep his excitement in any longer.
Kiri flicks her head around to Jimin, giving him a disapproving expression, not expecting him to be the one to say it.
Your expression practically falls off your face, as your stare flickers between the pair, expressionless.
Kim Namjoon is your older, kind of ex-boyfriend from two years ago. You two were never officially boyfriend and girlfriend but were dating each other and no one else. You weren't ready for a committed relationship at the time and didn't want to jump into something you weren't even sure you wanted yet. He's a lot older than you, 6 years older to be exact, very intelligent, very attractive, successful, understanding, gentle, and basically everything you'd possibly want in a man.Â
You met when you had a holiday job at a cafe 15 minutes away from your apartment where you used to work with both Kiri and Jimin, who still have part-time jobs there. He was a regular there, so regular that you remembered his order off by heart in the 2 and a half months you worked there, you still remember the order even now, a medium white latte with almond milk and a warm blueberry croissant every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.Â
You thought he was good-looking from the minute he walked through the glass, wooden framed, cafe door wearing a beige trench coat, black suit trousers complimented by dark brown loafers and a white button up that was hardly visible with his coat and thick plaid scarf that wrapped around his neck, and he thought the same for you.Â
The attraction to each other became very obvious when you two would start talking at the desk and wouldn't realise you were holding up the line with your very flirty conversations and your co-workers would push you onto the till when they would see him come in. Eventually, on a Friday morning in early December, he asked for your phone number and everything flourished from there. He was perfect, everything you could ask for, but one day after a while of seeing each other, he just left the country, not telling you why or where to, just leaving you with an "I love you" text.
 You cried for weeks after it, even in front of Jungkook a few times, not understanding what went wrong, what you did wrong or why he didn't tell you why he was leaving. He was your first love, even though you never said it to his face, you loved him, and you know that he loved you too. You got over him and the whole thing eventually though, and don't plan on ever seeing him again. Or so you thoughtÂ
"Oh." is all you can let out, the name flashing you back into all the memories.
"He came to the cafe this morning, asking for you" Jimin declares, still with those wide ecstatic eyes, as he scans your face to read your emotions, "he misses you,"
You close your eyes, relaxing your shoulders a little, slipping your hands out of Kiri's," No. No. I told you, I'm done with all that"
"I thought you still loved him?" Kiri tilts her head slightly with a worried but confused expression.
"I told you, I'm over it"
"But y/n, he was perfect. It won't hurt to try again" Jimin shrugs, unsure as to what your response will be.
"But it will Jimin, just like last time," you get up off the sofa, about to walk to the kitchen," I'm not gonna be left behind with nothing like last time"
The other two follow closely behind, Kiri's voice projecting from behind you,
"You haven't dated since though, and I think this is a great opportunity"
"yeah you think it's a great opportunity, I don't. I don't want to see him ever again." you throw a cabinet open, pulling out a bottle of wine, along with a glass.
Kiri and Jimin stand in the doorway, looking at each other, regretting bringing him up.
"Is that all you guys came here to do? remind me of him?"
"No of course not, but he gave us his new number," a ripped-off corner of a piece of paper is pulled out of Kiri's pocket and put out in front of your face, "think about it. He misses you, a lot and wants to talk to you"
You sigh in defeat, practically ripping the piece of paper from between Kiri's fingers, seeing a flash of a set of numbers inscribed on it.
'Wow the ripped corner of a notebook really shows how much you care' You think to yourself quickly scanning the scrap piece.
Kiri spreads her arms out to wrap them around your frame, embracing you in a hug, "You don't have to, but think about it"
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You play with the scrumpled-up paper in your fingers, observing the numbers written on it, contemplating everything. Lost in your own thoughts, you jump at the sudden thud on the black counter caused by a tattooed hand slamming down in front of you.
You look up, tucking the paper back into your jean pocket, "Jesus Kook. You could've just said hi or something" You smile at him, letting him know you're not being serious.
"You still would've jumped, considering how in your head you just were," Jungkook takes a seat on the stool opposite you. His bare forearms resting on the surface in front of you both, "You alright?"
You let out an exasperated sigh, thinking whether you should tell Jungkook about your kind of ex coming back or not.
It was very obvious Jungkook never liked Namjoon, despite never actually meeting him, even when you were both 'dating'. You know he'll just get annoyed, angry or throw the number away, which is probably the best thing to do but you have been genuinely considering talking to him again, and you need an unbiased opinion. At the same time though, you hate lying to JK or even being a little dishonest with him. It's not how trust is kept between you two, he can also read you really well, meaning you can never really hide your actual feelings about something or someone from him.
"Namjoon's back," You blurt out, exhaustedly, as if you hadn't slept a wink the previous night, well, because you hadn't.
Jungkook just stares at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape," Please don't tell me you're actually thinking about him right now," his head tilts to the side a little, like a puppy, his brow now slightly furrowed.
Your silence and lack of eye contact in return is enough for him to know the answer.
He throws his head back, his crown almost touching his shoulder blades, as he lets out a small groan.
"I know, I know, it's probably not the best thing for me to be thinking about right now, but-"
"No, it just isn't the best thing to be thinking about. No probably, it simply isn't. You can't be seriously thinking about talking to that asshole again after he left you for absolutely no reason." Jungkook cuts you off, a stern look now plastered over his face.
You squeeze your eyes shut in frustration but also regret, knowing that this would be his response, and you should've kept your mouth closed.
"Was that piece of paper something to do with it?"
"What piece of paper?" you reply defensively. You were hoping he didn't notice it or see you fiddling with it previously.
He gives you an expression full of disappointment and knowing, causing you to roll your eyes and give in, "It's his number new number"
"Oh, so he changed his number after leaving too? proves how much he wanted to keep in contact with you," the snarky remark doesn't phase you as you know it's just him trying to make a point to you. You hate that he's right.
"I know but Kiri said he wants to talk about it, I just want closure," you softly admit to him, a slight bit of guilt in your body language, even though you're telling the truth, and aren't actually thinking of seeing Namjoon romantically again, or even talking to him ever again after getting closure.
The doe-eyed man stares at you with a shocked expression before loudly exclaiming, "Kiri? How does Kiri know?"
You realise you fucked up again by mentioning Kiri unintentionally.
"He came by the cafe asking for me" the regret on your face grows continuously, "Please just let me think about this"
Jungkook sighs again in defeat, deciding to just trust you and your word, "Alright but if you meet with him, I'm taking you there and picking you up."
You almost go to argue with him, but know that really he's just doing this for your own safety, and because he cares about you. He knows if it goes wrong and you get upset you'll cry and run back to your place, and not come out for days, so if he's there to see you up afterwards, he knows you won't have to suffer alone. He just wants to be there for you. You know that, even though neither of you have verbally said to each other how much you care about one another, you both know that these little acts are out of care.
"What about your training though?" You query, thinking about his career before he even considered it as an obstacleÂ
"I'll take a rest day that day," he says it like it's nothing, giving you a little shrug. Like it won't probably take him a week to convince his trainer for a potential extra rest day.
After a few minutes of bickering back and forth, you give into Jungkook's stubbornness and his charms allowing him to come with you if you even meet Namjoon again.Â
You truly have been thinking about it too much and don't actually know what you want. You're head knows that seeing him again probably isn't the best for your emotions considering it took you so long to get over him and seeing his dimples when he flashes sweet smiles at you, might just send you into a spiral again, but your emotions are basically screaming at you to get closure, and to just be in his presence again. Even though you've grown slight resentment for him, you can't bring yourself to fully hate him. Afterall, its not like you ended on bad terms, or good terms really.Â
I mean getting closure won't hurt you.Â
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a/n: A late happy holidays to everyone, but I hope you all had a really good time with whatever you celebrate. I can't wait for what 2024 has in store for us all. CANT WAIT FOR JIN AND HOBI TO BE BACK IN 2024 TOO!!!! Anyways thank you again for reading, I hope you're enjoying the series so far. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter so I hope its received positively
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Shiu & Toji x reader smut
(cw: belly bulge, spit roasting, idk just rly horny.)
hello, i want to get into smut writing so⌠first attempt. my pussy wrote this, not me. just imagining being sandwiched between these two himbos. meeeeeeooww. anyways let's get on with it. (i didnât proofread it so sorry if thereâs inconsistenciesâŚ)
you were about to go out for a drink, getting all dolled up, delicately placing strokes of eyeliner on your eyelids while looking in the mirror. you tied your sleek black hair back, reaching down to the middle of your back. you gazed at yourself in the mirror for a few long seconds, checking your makeup, making sure it was just how you liked it and how you always did itârosy blush on the high points of your cheeks, dark gray eyeshadow contrasting with your fair skin, thick wings of eyeliner, making your eyes appear cat-like, and dark red lipstick covering your plump red lips. it all appeared so perfect right now, and nothing could ruin itâŚ
you dressed yourself in a long black dress, with thin straps, so thin that a simple tug could snap them off completely. the dress was soft to the touch and dangerously form fitting, highlighting your figure. you were slim, just above the average female height, with curves that appeared so delicate and fragile, your waist curving in and back out again to meet your perfect hips. you walked over to the mirror in your bedroom, straightening out the creases in the dress while simultaneously scanning your own appearance. you remembered why you loved this dress so dearlyâthe way it hugged your sizable breasts, so soft and glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom. the way the material curved along with your assâit was all too good. you let your hair out of the tie, letting it cascade around your shoulders and drape in front of your breasts, like it was framing them flawlessly. you strapped on your black high heels one at a time, leaning on the edge of your bed for support when you heard your phone vibrating on your nightstand. you walk over to check who was calling at such a perfect time, hoping it was nothing too important. you leaned over the phone and sighed deeply. âfuck.â
âwhat do you need?�� you hissed through the phone. âeasy, now. thereâs a job. it's too much for toji to do on his own, so we need you to accompany us. i sent the driver over. see you soonâ they replied. you groaned, desperately wanting someone, anyone to save you. you thought of skipping out on it, simply sending the driver home, but the thought of the abundance of money you could make from this job taunted you. you grumbled under your breath, grabbing your bag full of the tools you would need. you waited at your door, hoping at least the driver would arrive soon to offer some refuge from the cold that was forcing your skin to prick up. you spotted a pair of headlights in the dark, illuminating the dark street that your apartment rested on. the sleek black car pulled up to the front, and you advanced towards it. you opened the back door, slid into the seat, and nodded to the driver. once you shut the door, the car began its journey to the place you dreaded so dearly.
after a drive that felt so drawn out, the car arrived at the building. from the outside, it seemed as though it was simply one of the several corporate buildings within the city, but this was a facade. the driver opened the door for you, escorted you to the sliding automatic doors at the front, and left. you walked to the elevator, your finger automatically pressing the button to the thirteenth floor out of habit. you tapped impatiently on your now crossed arms, your dark red nails creating soft pelting noises on your skin. the doors finally opened, and you walked out to the lobby of the thirteenth floor, your heels clicking on the cold floor. your body habitually made its way to the office you were oh so familiar with, slightly inhaling before your fingers wrapped around the cold handle, opening the door.
âthere she isâŚâ shiu exclaimed. he was seated at the large office table, at the very end. toji was seated next to him, with one empty chair in between the two, painfully muscular arms folded over each other. the room was dimly lit, adding to the secretive ambience. âhello shiu.. toji.â you replied, sounding intensely disinterested. âcome sit. we were just about to go over the details.â you walked over, hips swaying slightly, as they naturally did. you sat down in the empty chair between them, obviously left vacant for your ass. you felt their eyes intensely roaming over you and your body, contributing to your frustration. âthis better be important.â you muttered. your voice was always immediately identifiableâso smooth, slightly deeper, and very womanly, not like a young girl's. âcome on⌠already so angry? whatâs the matter...â shiu said playfully, while toji stayed silent. typical. you didnât reply, the frustration already growing in your core. âwhy donât we play nice today, huh?â he added. âgod. this is why i fucking hate working with you both.â you snapped in return. âtoji⌠sheâs extra feisty today⌠think we should do something to fix thatâŚ?â shiuâs words rolled off of his tongue so seductively. âshe deserves a lesson. always coming to our meetings fuckin pissed off⌠so annoying.â toji muttered out. you were clearly fuming now, trying to hold your tongue. you wanted to snap at both of these men, but you knew it wasnât the wisest choice. after all, they always towered over you. their bodies so muscular and thick compared to yours, although you had some of your own. shiuâs fingers danced over the material of your dress, tracing circles on your thigh. you crossed your arms, hinting that you were not in the mood. tojiâ s rough and large hands also began to creep towards your thighs, as you shifted in your chair. his hand, now enveloping your thigh, massaged it lightly. âjesus christ. canât go one fucking mission without getting so horny?â you hissed. âcome on y/n⌠you know you always enjoy it⌠when are you going to stop fighting itâŚâ toji whispered out in a low voice. this was beginning to become a common occurrence. these men lured you in with a âmission,â only for you to end up in these positions. you were always tempted by the money that would come with the job, but it never showed. all these âmeetingsâ would offer you were bruises and bite marks littered all over your delicate skin. you were naive in that aspect, so easily fooled.
you didnât give in to their seductions at first, letting them satisfy themselves by attempting to get under your skin with all of their teasing. but after their hands roamed your thighs for several minutes too long, your body went against you. it was your worst enemy. always falling weak to their actions, even when your mind wanted to fight it. your dress was now scrunched up to your hips, your black lace thong now visible. ây/n⌠if you hate this so much⌠then why are you wearing theseâŚâ shiu whispered in your ear. you rolled your eyes lightly. âi was about to go out before you called me here.â shiu and toji both let out a low chuckle to your response, not believing your words one bit. âmhm⌠and thatâs why youâre already so wet too, huh?â toji said in a low voice mixed with a growl. âshut up..â you mumbled. âkeep up with this tough guy act of yours and we wonât let you cum this time, brat.â toji snapped back at you. you groaned in response. you were always annoyed when they did this, but the least they could do was let you cum. tojiâs big fingers tugged at the lining of your underwear that was covering your slit, pulling it to the side. you felt your cheeks grow slightly warm, as you knew they could both see how slick your folds now were. âfuckin slutâ toji muttered. without any warning, he pressed one of his large fingers all the way inside your cunt, causing you to yelp out. âshhh⌠just relaxâŚâ shiu whispered in your ear, brushing your hair to the side and now littering kisses down your neck. tojiâs finger moved around, attempting to stretch out your tight and gummy walls. he pressed another finger in harshly, and you gripped onto his forearm as you whimpered. âf-fuck⌠go easyâŚâ you said under your breath. âno way. slutty little pussy of yours deserves to be punished.â toji said. shiu kept kissing your neck, tongue lapping at your skin as his fingers now tugged at the straps of your dress, pulling them down ever so slowly. he trailed kisses down to your collarbone, finally slipping your dress past your breasts, letting it rest on your ribs. he stared hungrily at your breasts, which were not covered in the usual bra you wore. the dress didnât need a bra, you thought, so you never wore one with it. tojiâs fingers began to pump in and out of your cunt, his fingers covered in your essence now. shiuâs lips wrapped around one of your nipples, as his fingers brushed over the other, tracing light circles around it. his tongue lapped over your nipple, as his breathing grew heavier. tojiâs pace quickened, your pussy now making squelching sounds. a soft moan escaped your lips, lacing your fingers through shiuâs hair as his tongue traced circles around your nipple, the bulge in his pants now becoming unbearable. tojiâs erection was also now visible through his pants, and your eyes trailed towards it. you hated this. hated how easily you melted into their touch, how their fingers remembered the exact spots to reach that made your panties pool with your wetness. how your body squirmed under their rough touches. tojiâs fingers pumped in and out even faster, causing your grip on his arm to tighten and your legs to twitch slightly. your mouth hung open, your dark red lips parted. shiu took this opportunity to place a passionate kiss on your lips, his hands massaging your tits. tojiâs fingers curled up into that perfect spot, causing you to moan into the kiss that shiu planted on your lips. his pace never faltered, your body writhing and shaking in that god awful desk chair. you had to break away from the kiss to catch your breath, mewls escaping your lips as your back arched. toji looked up at you, watching your face contort in pleasure with a devilish smirk on his face. shiuâs lips went back to your nipple, sucking harder this time, adding to the pressure that was building in your stomach. his other hand traveled up your neck, lightly holding it, yet not fully choking you. toji pumped his fingers harder, and the coil in your stomach was about to snap. (go to my other post for the rest)
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