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my uni crush sat in the same row as me at our lecture today. and i fully looked at him and made eye contact before he did. the wedding is in two months, invitations will be sent out soon! x
#so basically i got there early#like ten minutes before and just sat alone in the room#and more people started coming in#and i see someone walking to the very top and im like oh!#that must be my friend#so i fully turn and make eye contact#but it is not in fact my friend#but my uni crush#and i freak the fuck out#genuinely idek wanna know what my face looked like#i was hunched over too man đ#she always comes and finds me at the top though and we sit together :â) so i really thought it was her#im so embarrassed#but like⊠why did he sit there âŠ#he usually sits at the front.#like almost always#im so delusional#but like guys#heâs gorgeous#heâs so peter parker coded#im in love#i forgot how to sit like a normal person#the way i probably turned so red. đ#i started sweating too#fairie.txt <3
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I mean, while Iâve got you here- (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)
#Doodles#Law Abiding Citizen#LAC#Doug Peterson#LAC Russ#Roug#If you're not otherwise busy I mean I guess we could-#Lol#Looking like all that kiss-doodling practice has finally started to show results >:3c Quite pleased!#Looks like his gamble paid off! It'd take some doing but Doug could absolutely acquisition some overtime of the seduction variety lol#His -lust is usually more of the wander- variety but who is he to turn down a bit more time with his favourite human? :3#For the first encounter it'd probably have to be limited to their usual amount of time so what like two minutes lol but it's enough to kiss!#Or it could be longer if you'd prefer to imagine that lol it's not like I can stop you âȘ#What a bureaucratic nightmare it'd be to either change or add being in a relationship with a client lol HR will hear about this Doug!#He's used to it he's been skirting that edge for way too long already this will just make it recognized pfft#Immediately bringing feelings into it! Aren't you a demon! Well that's why he changes his tune so quickly as well#For the record Russ did mean but he's feeling pretty guilty for that and having an ulterior motive and having human needs and all that lol#He does actually need contact to stay sane (enough) but asking for things is hard! Especially if they're to do with his crush!#All sorts of awkward uncomfortable feelings :) This is not how he envisioned his confession playing out!#I haven't drawn Doug with fully dark eyes in a while ah <3 It was fun :D Him hiding his eyes but literally hehe#Yet more of me ignoring the timeline lol - call him your Everything right now do it make him feel loved I dare you#A little possessive âȘ It's allowed he's being backed up by being the only person with access to him! This all works out!#I really am rather pleased with the last smooches :D Shapes! And Russ holding his horns while Doug initiates hehe âȘ#I dunno how clear it is but Doug also has his tail wrapped around Russ' arm to pull him in â„#Sometimes being obvious about it pays off
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prisoner! sukuna x psychologist! reader
⧠synopsis: youâve been assigned to the supposed most âdangerousâ prisoner, sukuna. but what happens when you two start to fall for each other instead?
⧠cw: smut, quick paced, semi public sex, risky sex, choking, kissing, pussy eating, blow jobs, breeding, creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, age gap
⧠wc: 4.7k
⧠a/n: i am not a doctor and i am especially not specialized in psychology. i have made up all of this. also donât sleep with murderers unless itâs sukuna
Your heels clicked loudly on the stained prison tiles. The echo of your soft footsteps trailing along the narrow walls of the enclosed hallway.
Sukuna.
That was the prisoner you were assigned to. A man who had killed more people than youâd met in your entire life as a doctor, a psychologist at that. So youâd met a lot of people.
Two guards trailed closely behind you, glaring warningly at the inmates who smirked as you walked past the line of cells. A collection of whistles and cheers sounding at the mere sight of a woman as attractive as yourself.
How long had it been since theyâd seen one after all.
âHey Doc⊠you sure you wanna take this case.. i mean, i donât doubt ya or anything but this one.. heâs bad. Dangerous.â
âNow what kind of doctor would i be if i feared a little danger. Heâs still a patient.â You smiled, ignoring the way your hairs stood as you were led deeper into the institution. The part where they held those deemed a danger to society.
Those who had a no chance of even seeing sunlight again.
You were nervous, your heart thumping loudly in your chest when you scanned your surroundings. There werenât any cells. There were only.. rooms. Fully enclosed rooms with a singular window for passing food.
Every part of your being begged for you to turn around and run. To not even interact with whoever sat on the other side of that door. And you froze when bright red eyes pierced into yours. The rest of his face casted behind a dark shadow as his head tilted back. Giving you sight to the small smirk creeping onto his features.
âDoc, i really think that-â It was the other guard who spoke up. Both of them holding nothing on their features but fear. It was clear that they never even bothered with Sukuna. The rumors had been enough to make every guard turn a blind eye.
âHey, itâs fine. Okay? This is what i do.â It really was. The guard gave you a curt nod and a sigh when you clasped both his hands in your smaller one. Offering him a reassuring nod.
âIf anything happens, us and about five others are stationed close. Good luck Doc.â
You gave him a small thanks, your head held high as the door was pulled open roughly. Revealing a pink haired man who sat on his bed against the walls, his eyebrow raising when you dared to step inside. Nodding to the guard to close the door.
You might as well have been a dead woman.
âYouâre scared.â His deep voice rung out, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled out a small chair that was tucked away near the sink.
âAnd how do you know, Sukuna?â Your tone was steady, letting out a breath when the shakiness you felt wasnât reflected in your voice.
Sukuna hummed, his smirk widening when you spoke to him like a normal being. To stuttering, no harshness. Just your sweet voice saying his name. âI can smell it, Doc.â He loved the way you tried to hide your squirm under his gaze.
âSo, Sukuna. Tell me something about yourself.â You steered away from his accusation, holding eye contact even when he leaned forward. Taking you in from head to toe. You were hot, he liked that. You seemed to like being confident too. And God did you smell fucking delicious.
He wanted to eat you alive.
Break you.
Use you.
He really did. But you were so fascinating, and heâd only just met you. Who knew how entertaining you could be.
âIâve killed people.â He was blunt, eyes almost begging you to keep asking these ridiculous questions. It was making his cock twitch.
âWell Sukuna, that is common knowledge, donât ya think? I wanna know something else.. tell me a secret hmm?â You leaned forward with a smile, elbows rested on your knees as you looked to him for a response.
He reciprocated your actions, leaning forward until you felt his hot breath fan over your face. âA secret huh? Alright Doc..â he watched as your breathing sped up, using every strength in your body to not pull back. You were brave, he liked that. âI surprisingly donât wanna kill you right now.â
âIâm glad to hear that.â
âI said right now, didnât say anything about later.â He pushed away from you, one of his knees up to his chest when he leaned back against the concrete wall behind him. âLet me ask you, Doctor. Are you stupid?â
Your head tilted at where this was going. You were supposed to be the one asking the questions. But a conversation was two sided, this wouldâve made things easier. âIâd like to believe not. Why do you ask?â
âBecause you really think that if i try to kill you, some measly guards would come to your rescue.â He scoffed.
âBut you donât want to kill me. Thatâs all that matters.â
Fair.
Sukuna watched as you took a quick peek down at his files. There was something that you missed, that much was evident. âFinally found it huh?â
âI havenât found anything that i didnât see before.â You objected, glancing to the door with your lip hanging loosely between your teeth.
âDonât. Donât do that.â He demanded lowly, watching with lidded eyes as you let your plump bottom lip, slick after running your tongue over it, fall back into place. Sukuna breathed deeply, finally looking away from you as he swallowed hard. Closing his eyes with his head rested behind him.
There was something about you that he wanted a taste of. It was driving him crazy..er, âI never did anything to these other doctors. They were just weak. Got scared way too fast.â
âAnd what did you do to scare them away?â
âNothing.â He spat, âThey came in here acting all high and mighty, talked to me like i was beneath them. So i simply didnât bother to hide how much i wanted to strangle them. And somehow that makes me the bad guy right Doc?â
You shook your head, âNo, you have a right to respect too. They should never have treated you as unequals.â Lying was all in the job description.
âGood try Doc. But you and i both know thatâs a load of crap.â He finally peeled his eyes back open, and you couldnât help your mind from wandering to how attractive he was in the dim light. He was extremely built, and had the facial structure that made you clench your thighs. âNow, we gonna finish our game of twenty one questions or not?â
He was actually being cooperative.
âYes we are. How about i start?â
âIâll start.â There was no room for objection in his tone. âWhatâs your name?â
You contemplated whether to tell him or not, eventually letting it out with ease. Though you missed the small smile tugging at his lips when he muttered a small âcute.â
âMy turn, what was your childhood like?â You watched his face grow cold, a small glare being directed at anything in the room but you. âNext question.â
âSukuna..â
âI said next question. How old are you?â
You sighed, âIâm twenty eight.â His eyes widened, that was extremely young for a doctor. âIs there one good memory you have from before you killed for the first time?â
âI had twin kittens. Do you have a boyfriend?â
You were taken aback by the question, mouth opening and closing a few times before you chuckled. âNo. I do not have a boyfriend.â
âGood.â
You jumped when the door was yanked open, the guard eyeing Sukuna warily before nodded to you. âYour timeâs up, Doc.â
âOh, already? Could we get just a few more minutes?â
âYou know how dangerous he is Doc.. we canât risk it.â
âYou heard the man. Iâm dangerous, Doctor.â
You nibbled at your lips softly, and Sukuna fought a groan as you did exactly what he warned you not to. Standing up, you gave Sukuna a warm smile, the gesture making his stomach get all weird inside. âGoodbye until our next session Sukuna.â
He only hummed, the door being shut behind you as you were led away.
It was back to darkness.
There was more than enough light, sure. But it suddenly felt so empty without you there.
â
You couldnât keep Sukuna off your mind when you arrived home. A part of you just really wanted to figure him out. The other actually liked his company.
You mustâve been so sick in the head. Splashing your face with cold water as you mentally scolded yourself. What was wrong with you? He was a criminal.
â
The next morning you walked the path that you had taken the previous day to get to Sukuna. This time without the guards following you.
There was only one who stood outside of the door to let you in with a small nod of acknowledgement.
Sukunaâs head perked up at the familiar clicking of those heels you wore. His signature smirk on his face as he stared you down. âJust couldnât get enough huh Doc? Arenât you forgetting that iâm dangerous?â
You took a seat, no file in had this time. âGood morning Sukuna, how are you?â
âIf i said better now that youâre here, would that be clichĂ©?â
You laughed, an actual laugh. A sweet one that made his heart flutter the tiniest bit while blood rushed to his groin.
âItâs very good to see you too. How about we get started yeah?â You paused as you collected your thoughts. âYou seem to be heavily affected by people calling you.. dangerous. Why?â
âEverybody is dangerous. It just takes pushing at the right buttons to get it out of them. Half of the people here have done just as bad as i have yet iâm the only dangerous one. Makes so much sense right?.â
He shook his head. âTell me Doctor, do you really think i just happened to get caught? That i couldnât get out of this damn place if i wanted too? Hell, tell me you realize that i could drop a good twenty more bodies right here, right now.â
You shifted in your seat. âI think that you let yourself get caught because youâre tired. Because thereâs a small sense of peace you get from being in here. And i think that you arenât trying to leave because you donât want to.â
âYou almost had it Doc. See, i was well on my way out until you came. So i might stick around for just a little bit longer.â
Your heart fluttered, for you? Giving up on fighting the rational side of you as you continued to engage in conversation. Getting Sukuna to slowly open up to you more.
âDo you have any friends Sukuna?â
âI donât consider people friends. They just exist alongside me.â
âIf I asked you to be your friend, what would you say?â It was routine, but you really were curious.
âIâd say you came be whatever you want to be Doc.â
Another flutter.
âHave you ever been in love Sukuna?â
He was silent, jaw clenching as his gaze got harsh. âNext question.â
âWhat was she like?â
âI said next fucking question Doctor.â
âAnd i said, what was she like?â You leaned forward, pressing for him to answer the question.
âYouâre stubborn arenât you? I wonder what my hand would loom like around that pretty little neck.â He grinned, sharp teeth peeling from beneath his lips as he brought his face to yours. âShe was a lot like you.â
âWhat happened to her?â You knew how touchy that question wouldâve been.
âNothing. The bitch left.â
Oh.
âIâm sorry.â
He stared at you in confusion, âI never said she died.â
âYes. But thatâs only physically. When she broke your heart she died to you. And that hurts just as bad.â
He was silent, studying your eyes. Trying to get a read on you. âWhat else do you want to know Doc?â
You were getting somewhere.
Sukuna found you smart. Thought that you knew a lot. Found it hot how good you were at cracking him. But it pissed him off that the one thing you didnât seem to pick up was how much it hurt to watch you leave at the end of each session.
â
A week later had led to a Monday morning where you hadnât gone to the prison. You had quite an agenda for the day that could cost you your job if you didnât get it done.
That was something Sukuna was obviously clueless about. It was why he thought youâd just decided to up and go after he had just started liking to have you around. After heâd started opening up to you.
It was also why he was causing a fit. Yelling at guards to get you to him now. That he wanted to see you. Needed to see you. A line of men laying knocked out atop each other from being sent to âhandleâ the crazed prisoner.
Would you really not come back? Would you really abandon him? It seemed like that was common with the people he cared even the slightest for.
Sukunaâs fist met the wall near his bed, knuckles bloodied as he cracked into the hard surface. Chest heaving up and down heavily when his hands reached to tug at strands of pink.
He blinked when he heard the clicking of heels on the tiles. Immediately scowling at the unfamiliarity of them. âWho the fuck is this?â He growled through the small window.
âThis is Dr Smith, sheâs-â
âI donât fucking care who she is. Bring me my doctor. Now.â
â
Back at your flat, you dropped the piles of paper in front of you at the sound of your phone ringing.
It was a number you didnât have saved.
âHello, Doctor ___ speaking- yes? Oh my. I- i am so sorry. Yes, i will be there right away.â
What had you done?
You practically ran through the halls after parking outside the building. Finding many guards posted outside his door with guns in hand. Some of them spotting very black and blue eyes.
âYou can all go now.â You panted, it was clear that you had been in a hurry. âPlease.â
They all shared a look, finally walking away and allowing you to slowly open the door.
âWhere were you?â
âIâm really sorry Sukuna. I was so busy today and-â you gasped when a hand reached out to wrap around your neck. Slamming you into the wall behind you with his face buried in your neck.
Sukuna inhaled your floral scent, groaning to himself as his grip on your delicate skin tightened. âSo you just left me here today? Am i not as important as your other little patients? Is that it hmm?â
Deep down, you had hurt his feelings. And he couldnât help the way he clung to you as your hand lifted to his cheek. Turning his face to look down at yours.
âN-no i promise you. Youâre just as important as anyone else. I would have never missed our session if i didnât have to.â
âMake it up to me.â
It was the perfect opportunity.
âW-what?â
âStrip for me Doctor.â He let go of your neck, letting you catch your breath while looking up at him timidly.
âSukuna..â
âWhy so shy now doctor? We both know you want to.â
You shook your head, shrinking under his gaze with a protesting whisper. âI donât know what youâre talking about Sukuna. This is very unprofessionâ ahh.â
Sukuna brought his knee up between your thighs, pressing it into your clothed clit. His lips ghosted over your ear, hot breath fanning your skin as he breathed deeply. âYou can always leave if you want to. Iâm used to that after all.â
You shifted on your feet when your back arched. A small whine leaving your mouth when he pulled away from you and gestured to the door.
He smirked, âBlouse first.â
You bit your lip, unbuttoning your shirt until your bra was on display. The heavy swell of your breasts causing Sukunaâs mouth to water when he nodded to the bra.
With your eyes still on his you let your breasts spring out of their confinement. Two pert nipples pointing right at him as his dick rose. His hand palming himself under the pair of black pants with a shiver. âCâmere.â
You walked over to him on shaky legs. Sitting down on his lap with your head to the floor. âUh uh,â His hand reached under the your chin to force your eyes back on his. âNone of that Doc.â
You moaned when his tongue swirled around one of your nipples. Sucking your breast into his mouth while he palmed at the other. âThese are even more perfect outside that tight fucking shit of yours.â
Sukuna watched as you shivered when he ran his finger down your belly. Cupping your clothed cunt with the jerk of his hips into your ass. âFuck.. take that off.â
You hurriedly peeled off your pants, Sukunaâs pupils dilating at the sight of your lace panties. âWore this just fâme hmm Doc? All this for Mr Dangerous.â He groaned out.
Sukuan didnât give you a chance to respond before flipping you onto the hard mattress they called a bed. Lifting your heel clad feet onto his shoulders with his head hovering over your pussy. His tongue darting out to lick at the wet spot building from your arousal. âYouâre real dirty fâ a doctor.â He teased, glancing behind him with a chuckle. âImagine if you got caught.â
Your eyes shot up to the small window, taking note of the vacant corridor as per your request.
âGod, you smell so fucking good. Wanna devour that pretty pussy.â He breathed, large hand ripping the flimsy fabric to expose your glistening folds. âHmm, this wet all for me.â
You mewled when his long tongue licked a stripe up your slit. Swirling around your clit before sloppily dipping into your hole. His hums sending vibrations through your clit as he lapped at your dripping slick.
âSukunaââ you mewled, back arching as you reached for his hair. Tugging softly with the curl of your toes when his tongue and fingers swapped places. The two joints fucking up roughly into your g spot as he sucked noisily at your clit. âF-fuckk, nnghâ so good.â You cried out, tears welling in the corner of your eyes as your body filled with pleasure.
âYeah? You like that Doc? Bet you wanna get that greedy cunt stuffed right after.â He grunted, your eyes rolling back in a string of muffled moans as your other hand shot up to your lips.
Your legs began to tremble, Sukunaâs smirk growing wider and wider until he stopped his movements. Watching as you blinked down at him with a sniffled whine.
âYou left me. You know how much that fucking hurt? I thought i would never see you again.â
âIâm-â
âYouâre sorry. Yeah, yeah.. i know.â He rolled his eyes, crawling over your body with a sigh. Using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear before pressing his lips to yours. Making you taste yourself on his tongue.
You fell deeper into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction as his lips moves hungrily on yours. Pulling away with a string of salvia connected you to him.
âLetâs reverse the roles yeah?â He whispered, standing up to sit in the chair that you usually sat in. âSo, my adorable little patient.. put these tiny fingers to work on that clit of yours. I want you to make yourself cum.â
You whimpered, your fingers immediately meeting your sensitive clit with a shiver.
âYou know what to do.â He encouraged. Your fingers beginning to rub small circles on the small bud before speeding up. Little gasps and moans falling past your lips as your stomach burned with heat.
Your eyes locking onto Sukunaâs red ones as his head tilted. Just like it had the first day you met him. âAhh, K-kuna. Fuckk.â You cried, head falling back with your eyes still on his. The primal look in his eyes making your insides flutter as he did nothing but watch you. Not even freeing his painfully hard cock.
âSukunaâ c-canât. Canât hold it.â Your voice cracked, body shaking lightly as your orgasm washed over you.
âYes you can.â
âNngh, canât Kuna. Need to let go.â
He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity, your breathing getting heavy as you desperately waited on his permission.
He leaned his head back, eyes boring into your fingers working your wet cunt before nodding. âGo ahead.â
You came with a silent moan, body spasming uncontrollably as your pussy leaked onto his only pair of sheets.
âDirty, dirty girl. Look at that mess.â You shied away feom his gaze. âAnd look at how hard you made me. Come fix it.â
You stood on wobbly feet, barely able to balance in your heels as you fell to your knees before him. Looking up at him through your lashes while pulling down his pants.
You blinked at the mere size of his bulge. He was huge. Tugging off his underwear to reveal his thick, veiny length. Pointing up to the sky with a fiery red tip. âSuck.â
You took him past your lips, barely able to take even half of him before he hit the back of your throat. Your fist stroking all the parts of him you couldnât take.
Sukuna groaned, head flinging back with another strained one at how good your mouth felt. âS-shit doc. You really got a mouth on ya.â He gasped, eyes meeting yours as you attempted to take him down your throat. Your drool coating both your lips and his cock as you lewdly sucked him off.
He took your head into his hold, letting you do your own thing as he grunted with each jerk of his hips. Defined abs tensing when he grew closer to his release.
âFuck Doc, gonâ shoot my cum down that tight throat of yours.â He breathed. Holding you down onto him as you gagged and sputtered lightly, Sukunaâs cock twitching before you felt the warm liquid run down your throat.
âWish i could fuck that pussy so bad.â He let go of your head, wiping a drop of his cum from your chin before pushing his finger past your lips. Watching as you sighed in content while sucking every last drop. âItâs too bad that in about one minute those guards are gonna come get you Doc. Our session is over.â
You had no time to question how he knew. Scurrying to redress with widened eyes.
Sukuna may not have had a clock. Nor was he able to distinctly see the sun rise and set. But heâd learned to count the seconds when you were around. He knew how much time he had with you.
âAnd⊠now.â
At that very moment the door swung open. Sukuna having easily pulled back up his pants after giving you your seat back. Both of you looking as professional as you possibly could.
âSee you tomorrow Doc.â He smiled innocently, watching as you scrambled out while avoiding his eyes.
You really fucked up now.
It was hard to keep him out of your mind before. But now, trying was futile. Youâd gotten a taste and you needed more. Which was why your brain would not let you close your eyes without thinking of him fucking you.
â
The next morning you bit back a whimper as your clit was caught between your rubbing thighs. You had worn a tight pencil skirt with no panties. Just for Sukuna.
You were thankful that the guards had complied to your wishes of them leaving.
You wanted to stop yourself. To go back home and forget about the red eyed prisoner. He may not have been dangerous to you physically. But to your heart and mind.. heâd be the death of you.
When the door closed behind you, you found yourself bring pushed roughly into the same wall as last time. Sukuna letting out an animalistic groan as he captured your lips on his. Kissing you so much more feverishly than yesterday.
âYou donât know how much i need you. Didnât even sleep last night.â He panted, turning you around so that your chest rested against the concrete surface. âMissed you so much Doc.â His voice softened, kissing down your neck while grinding up into you. His fingers finding their way under your skirt with a smirk against your skin. âAnd i thought you couldnât get any dirtier.. no panties huh?â
You moaned when he prodded at your already dripping cunt. The thought of him being enough to have gotten you soaked. âShit- tell me what you want Doc. Let me hear you say it.â He growled lowly, ready to snap the second the words left your mouth.
âPleaseâ please fuck me.â
Sukuna hungrily shoved your skirt up. The fabric bunching at your hips as he freed his aching cock. Both of you letting out a noise of satisfaction when he sunk into you, his large hands holding tightly onto your hips to pull you into him. Your back arching as your hands shot out to the wall for support.
âO-ohh God.â You cried loudly, your lips parted in shaky moans as Sukunaâs cock rammed deep near the entrance of your cervix. His veins grazing at your g spot as the fat girth stretched you to your limit.
âNah baby, âs only me.â
âKunaaâ so goood- ahhh.â Tears pooled in your eyes, Sukunaâs hand reaching into your hair to pull you back into his chest. Your nails clawing at the wall in front of you as he destroyed yours.
âTaking me so fucking well. Shit- pussyâs so damn snug.â He husked, hips snapping noisily into yours as he fucked into your walls mercilessly. Basking in the sounds of your choked screams and mewls. The way you sobbed underneath him when your knees buckled.
He was fucking you so hard and deep. Better than anything youâd felt before. His cock slamming into all the places that would drive you crazy.
âThe day you fucking leave me i will break outta here Doc. And i will find you. Youâre mine got it?â There was a certain seriousness in his voice that made goosebumps arise on your skin. Your salty tears mixing with your drool as they ran down your flushed face.
âAnd when i do get outta here youâre gonna have my baby Doc. âM gonna fuck you again and again tillâ i eventually give you my fuckâing kid.â His breathing became ragged, your body rocking forward with each of his movements.
He smirked. âIâve fucked ya this dumb already?â His cock twitching inside you as your body moved with his cock like a fleshlight. Your vision blurred as your head grew light, dizzy. You couldnât think, every roll of Sukunaâs hips clouding your mind as you let an incoherent babble drip off your tongue. Shakily chanting his name when he reached forward to pinch at your clit.
âLook at you. Look so pretty underneath me like this.â His free hand snaked up to your neck, groaning loudly at the feeling of your heart beat on his skin. Pulling you up so your back rested flat against his broad chest, wandering lips meeting your exposed collarbone. âLet go fâme.â
Your body quivered as you tightened around him. Letting out a whimper-like cry as you came messily on his cock. A breathy moan of his own sounding in your ear when his thrusts began to get sloppy.
âKunaaa.. inside. Want you inside. âM on the pill.â You begged, legs giving way as he held you flush against him.
âWhatever you want, Doc.â Slowly coming to a halt as he buried himself inside your warmth, tongue darting out to lick at your tear stained cheeks. Feeling his cock swell as he pumped you full of his cum. Painted your gummy walls in nothing but white
âLooks like iâm sending you back with my cum dripping down your thighs.â He pulled out with a grin. His cum leaking out of your fluttering cunt in small spurts when he used his hands to knead at the flesh of your ass. âHottest thing iâve seen in a while.. after you of course.â
You hummed, eyes shutting as you fell into him. Feeling the thick substance slowly dripping down your legs while spreading over your sticky folds. Sukuna stumbled back onto his bed with you on top of him. Your face nestling into his chest with a soft smile. âHey Doc.. i love ya but those guards are gonâ be back soon.â
âSo worth it.â Was the one thought branding itself into your mind as your body registered the rough, lust filled fuck.
âShit.â
â
You and Sukuna had gotten so much closer over yet another week. You had never believed in falling in love that quickly until now. You couldnât help it. You felt so much better when he was around. Seeing him was the highlight of your day- especially now that youâd convinced for longer sessions.
He felt the same way. You were the second person he had fallen in love with and somehow even harder. You made his heart.. swell. And he was serious about busting out to start a life with you.
âSo, your first love. We never finished talking about her.â You smirked, notepad back in hand as you did your job. Sukuna having been stealing small kisses from you between every question.
âHow about we forget about my first love and focus on my current one. You.â
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art would be eating you out but patrick gets jealous and they both fight to eat you out đ€đ€
warnings: smut 18+, oral sex (f. receiving)
âfuck, right there! feels so good, artâ you moaned as you ran your fingers through artâs blonde locks. his hands were pushing your legs further apart while he sucked on your clit so expertly, making you arch your back.
from your peripheral vision, you noticed patrickâs knee bouncing up and down, his painfully hard erection clearly visible in his pants as well as a wet patch forming on the fabric from precum. you promised he would get his turn after art, but with each passing second, it became increasingly difficult for patrick to just sit still and watch while soft moans left your pretty lipsâ it was torture.
âi canât fucking take this anymore.â patrick muttered under his breath as he abruptly rose to his feet and marched towards the both of you before getting on his knees next to art and bumping his shoulder into artâs, causing him to stumble to the right. âwhat the fuck are you doing?â art snarled as he pushed patrick back with both his hands on his chest right when patrick was about to bury his head between your thighs. he tumbled backwards, giving art enough time to move his head to your cunt once again and pick up where he left off.
you smirked while observing the scene happening right between your legs, but without interfering as you let the boys fight for you. âjustâ let me joinâ patrick urged as he tried to squeeze his head between artâs and your left thigh, forcing himself to your dripping cunt. you grasped the sheets when you felt both their tongues eagerly against your pussy, fighting for dominance as you simultaneously felt their wandering hands all over your body.
the pleasure kept building, feeling as if you were in heaven with your right hand running through artâs blonde hair and your left through patrickâs curly locks. both of them occasionally made eye contact with you, causing your heart to skip a beat as they moaned into your core, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. âso fucking good, oh my godâ
it was so fucking messyâ saliva running down their chins mixed with your juices as they were fully making out with each other at this point. it became too much when one of themâyou donât even know whoâ pushed two fingers into your dripping hole before curling them up so perfectly, hitting your g-spot in no time and sending you over the edge.
âohâ oh my god, iâm comingâ fuck!â a string of curse words left your lips as you firmly pulled both of their hair and arched your back, a wave of pleasure overtaking you as your eyes fluttered shut.
you slowly came down from one of the most intense orgasms youâve had in a long time, your chest heaving up and down before slowly opening your eyes again, gazing down as both of their wide eyes stared up at you with mouths agape.
âfuck, thatâ that was so hot.â art stammered, shaking his head as he let out a chuckle. he then looked to the side, seeing patrickâs flushed face before gazing down at his crotch, the wet patch significantly more prominent, causing artâs smile to grow even wider. âdid you just cum in your pants?â âcan you blame me?â
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ê°áą. .áąê±âËâč LET'S PLAY A GAME | kny headcanons
âàšà§Ë WITH: sanemi ; giyuu ; tengen ; kyojuro ; obanai
âàšà§Ë SUMMARY: how much do they like to tease you?
âàšà§Ë MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS:
fem reader, teasing/begging, pet names [pretty girl, baby], orgasm control, mentions of dacryphilia, mentions of restraint/bondage, MDNI
ê°áą. .áąê±âËâč SANEMI: 10/10
sanemi lives to see you yearning for his touch. he just can't get enough of your little whines and pleads for his hands on you, and the way you paw at the bulge in his pants so desperately makes his every muscle tense up in anticipation - but his favorite part is seeing just how far he can push you.
"what's that, pretty girl? you want what?" sanemi sneers, knowing fully well what you just said but he just can't help playing dumb to see how sexually frustrated you can get. he kneels over where you're laying, a hand palming the bulge in his pants nonchalantly. "this? this what you want? hm?"
"yes, please, seriously," you whine out between heaved breaths, your flushed aura making you hot and a bit irritated from how much he's withholding you. your fingers flit over your panties, finding your clit in an attempt to appease the high tension building in your body. "can't take it anymore... please, just give it to me."
"well, since you asked so nicely," sanemi jeers as he slips his pants just beyond his hips, his cock pressing against your twitching, achy clit. he lets out little grunted breaths as he rocks his hips, head catching against your sensitive nerves again and again. he can see the dissent on your face when you realize he's not slipping in anytime soon.
"what's that look, huh?" sanemi feigns innocence, adoring the way you pout and whine at him, begging so desperately to be filled up the way you want to. he sneers between a tantalizing smile, "beg me a few more times n' i'll think about it."
ê°áą. .áąê±âËâč GIYUU: 3/10
giyuu doesn't instinctively lean towards withholding himself from you, and he's never really thought about the idea of seeing you beg for him. he's not too keen with the notion of beating around the bush, as it were - and yet, all it takes is your demeanor all needy and pliable in his lap with pleads falling from your lips for his mind to wander.
"can't help it, just so horny..." you mutter through little panted breaths, letting your hips grind and roll against his clothed cock in tandem with the rise and fall of your chest. you feel giyuu's fingers flit against your thighs as his eyes wander across your frame, all until he pulls away, unusually. your eyes flicker up at his expression, and all you can pronounce is a little, "huh?"
"wanna see you do it yourself," giyuu murmurs under his breath, his pants feeling stiffer underneath where you're sitting so prettily for him. he wants to fuck you - bad, but right now he wants to see how far he can take it before you fall apart into pieces. with a little push of his hips up against you, he leers, "i know you want to."
you feel a sliver of tingles down your spine at the change in his demeanor, and your hips almost start rutting on their own. every time you make eye contact with him, you're met with a stern gaze - who would've known this side of him could turn you on so much? your voice comes out in a whimper as you let your now-wet panties grind against his bulge, "i'll do anything if you just touch me, please. fuck me- hah, can't take it."
maybe it's the way you finally look so desperate, so messy, flushed, and shuddering on his lap that causes him to finally give in - and when he does, you're really in for it.
ê°áą. .áąê±âËâč TENGEN: 11/10
tengen lives to see you a whining, teary-eyed mess just for him. he'll do anything to see you shudder, to feel you getting wetter from just one look, to even hear your pleads become more and more broken and whimpered. he just can't help but enjoy it even when you hop on top of him in attempt to get back at him.
"what's this, huh?" tengen sneers as he watches the little determined look on your face as you sink down onto his cock, refusing to move in efforts to give him a taste of his own medicine. he lets out a little chuckle at the way you cross your arms all serious and tough-like. he lets his hands glide along your hips, "really...? is this a punishment or something?"
"mhm," you hum with a nod, trying to ignore the fact that the head of his cock is poking up right against that spot that makes your knees weaken. you keep your resolve, occasionally grinding your hips to see how he reacts - maybe he'll jolt, let out a little moan - but he doesn't, and you start to feel a little discouraged. you drag your hands along his chest and his abs, pressing kisses against his neck in a desperate attempt.
"feels good, doesn't it? my cock all pushed inside you like this," tengen murmurs against your ear, his voice sending a shudder down your spine and you tighten around him just enough for him to know he's affecting you. his hands caress your waist, your back, your hips - he knows it's working, and that's pissing you off even more. "you can lemme have just a little, can't you, baby?"
it only takes a few more sickly sweet whispers from tengen's lips for him to have you bouncing on his lap, mind boggled as slick smothers messily around his shaft. maybe next time you'll try something different to tease him with.
ê°áą. .áąê±âËâč KYOJURO: 7/10
kyojuro oftentimes likes to give you what you want, as you properly deserve - although, the same can't always be said for him in bed. it's like a switch flips, and all he can desire and cultivate are those little whiny moans pleading for him to just 'keep going, don't stop.'
"don't stop what?" kyojuro murmurs with a little smirk on his face and slick covering his fingers and palm. his thumb nudges your clit ever so gently, his fingers finding their way to his tongue to clean off the mess that you've already made of them. he watches your hips jolt in desperation, and he chuckles softly in that innocent manner he always does. "need it that much, do you?"
you let out a little groan of dissent, rocking your hips in an attempt to get his thumb to circle your clit a little faster - just at least a little. he sees the way your muscles shudder in anticipation, and maybe he feels he's been a bit mean. with a little murmur of 'this what you want? here?' and his fist around his cock, he finally presses between your walls with a stifled grunt, "that's it, isn't it? right there..."
"yes, yes, fu- yes," you practically whimper, feeling elation coursing through your every nerve as he rocks his hips slowly, intentionally. each press of his cock fills the hilt of your cunt and you can feel your sanity draining each time he ruts forwards. faster, then faster, even faster still, your consciousness fades just as fast as your orgasm builds. "f-feels so good, fuck."
kyojuro lets out a chuckled sneer as he caresses your cheek, hips rocking hard against yours. "feels better after being patient, doesn't it? maybe i'll have to tease you more often."
ê°áą. .áąê±âËâč OBANAI: 6/10
teasing manifests for obanai as more of a power play than anything else. his whims aren't always consistent; sometimes he'll make you touch yourself without his help at all, other times he'll keep your hands restrained so there's no way you could even help yourself if you wanted to. but this time, it's a bit different.
"shh, shh... what did i say? wait," obanai murmurs lowly as his fingers curl intentionally against that spot that makes you feel like you're falling apart at the seams. his other hand finds your clit, circling it in tandem with each press of his fingers inside of you. you shudder desperately beneath him, voice coming out in hitched mews. obanai repeats himself, "no cumming 'til i say so."
you nod your head in obedience weakly, finding it harder and harder to fight the jolts of pleasure wracking your limbs. each aching curl of his digits makes your whole spine tingle, and you use all of your strength to hold back. that is, until he swaps his fingers for the hard cock in his fist. "please..."
"please, what? i told you," obanai lets out a hitched breath as he slips himself between your walls, finding your saccharine, desperate pussy an immediate relief for the unforgiving throb in his cock. he pushes your thighs apart and watches you shiver, curling over you broodingly, "no cumming 'til i say so."
you hold onto your sanity for dear life, but the wet smacks and lewd moans filling the room are enough for you to teeter over the edge of oblivion. you're lucky that obanai is right there with you, gripping your waist and fucking into you with a wanton need - it seems this time you'll just barely make it in time.
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thinking abt toji with a crybaby gf a little extra rn
no one can tell me this man isnât into the âsoftâ type. iâm not even trying to project. but i full heartedly believe that he likes the soft girls that have some attitude to them.
cw: MDNI , fem!reader , toji kinda toxic n icky , mention of periods , fake crying , thatâs abt it i think.
imagine heâs just spoiled you absolutely rotten, you can count on one hand the amount of times heâs told you âno.â and actually stood his ground on the statement. how could he not give into you? your his sweet little baby, he canât stand the pout on your face.
but god, when you break out the waterworks?? you could probably have this man doing whatever the fuck you wanted. you knew this too, and you didnât want him to get used to seeing you cry and whine. so you saved this little trick youâve learned until thereâs something you reaallyyy want, and IF he says no. you know it wonât stay a no.
âcâmon baby, you know iâm saying no because itâs gonna make your stomach hurt.â toji looked over at you, bottom lip jutting out after he just rudely told you no to going back through the drive through to get another ice cream cone after you just practically inhaled yours. and sure, maybe it was immature to cry over ice cream, but you could tell your period was close, you needed that fucking ice cream before you ripped his head off.
âso mean toji.â your lip wobbling a bit while you willed your eyes to start misting over with water. you slammed both of your legs against the passenger side door, shrinking away from him while you sniffled and crossed your arms over your chest. it was dramatic, and you were fully aware of that. but who cares you were his special girl, no one else mattered.
âdonât be like that-â toji reached out towards your legs, originally trying to place a strong hand on your thigh. he had to lean over the center console the way you tucked yourself against the door so tight. but just before he made contact, you slapped his hand away, turning to glare at him with crocodile tears streaming down your cheeks. â..fuckinâ fine. same flavor?â
you nod as he pulls around to go back through the drive through, he grunts and hands you the cone full of the sweet treat you had just cried over. you take it from him, continuing the pouty act for a few moments until you genuinely start to miss his touch. riding in his car doesnât feel normal when his hand isnât in your lap.
toji smirks to himself watching your legs shift closer to him once again through the peaks he was stealing of you occasionally. he places his hand on your thigh and gives it a small squeeze, mumbling a âlove ya.â
god, he canât wait until the day he actually wants to tell you no. he canât wait until he can tell you that he knows what your little âtrickâ is and how itâs never really worked on him. he can see right through your little head. he wants to watch you stumble over your words and try to explain yourself to him, break you down until youâre begging for his forgiveness. thatâs when the real tears come out.
I SAID TOJI LIKES SOFT CRYBABY GIRLS BUT I DIDNT SAY IT WAS FOR A HEALTHY REASON :3 he likes to break them u canât tell me otherwise
iâd still fuck him icl.
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fav concubine trying to top but sukuna is... sukuna so he fucks her full nelson <3
đđ SYNOPSIS. trying to show lord sukuna that you can indeed be on top of him in bed ends up backfiring almost immediately & results in you nearly passing out.
wc. 1.2k
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. size difference. full nelson position. degredation. objectification. mention of (almost) passing out. reader gets called âdoll, little girl, woman.â beta read? nope
âi can do it, my lord,â you huff stubbornly. you donât know where you got the courage from to be so assertive tonight. maybe itâs because of sukunaâs earlier wordsâthose mocking words that he uttered to get a rise out of you. or to see you scared, perhaps.
âyâre gonna need to do a lot more to keep me entertained, doll. gonna get bored of ya if yâ donât.â
the sentences repeat in your head like a never ending chant. on one hand, you know sukuna was simply trying to play with your emotions, but on the other hand, youâre afraid that there might be some truth to his words. so, you take up the challenge.
âyâ canât do shit, little girl,â sukuna rolls his eyes as he sees you climb onto his lap. his thick thighs are spread, his broad back against the headboard of the bed.
he doesnât even try helping you like he usually does, with his hands guiding your hips. if youâre stubborn enough to try and be on top of the king of curses out of all people, youâre going to get minimal help.
âyes i can,â you mumble with a sense of uncertainty in your voice. youâve never really done any of this. youâre usually on the receiving end, having sukuna easily move and bend your body however he sees fit. youâve never imagined being in his place, âjust watch me, my lord.â
youâre desperate to please him. youâre scared to lose your position as his favorite. you let the words get to your headâjust like sukuna expected. the fact that youâre so gullible makes him stifle a condescending laugh.
âall âm seeing is you struggling to ride me,â the tall man clicks his tongue and his eyes lazily watch your attempts to sink down on his two, hard and dripping cocks. the contact his leaking tips makes with your cunt is enough to make sukuna grunt.
heâs trying hard to not slam you down on him fully. heâs used to take controlâtoo used to it. seeing you struggle to even start is making him impatient.
âi-iâll get it eventually, my lord,â you hiccup, nervous because of the fact that youâre on top of such a huge man. heâs staring at you menacingly, all his arms crossed over his chest. your hips tremble as you slide one of his cocks into your warm pussy, both of you hissing at the direct contact.
you try to fit the other in the same hole, but you simply cannot handle it at the moment. his upper dick slips right out and bumps against your clit instead. you clumsily fumble with the same one, trying to make place for it in your cunt.
sukuna canât hold it in anymore. having you clamping down on one of his massive cocks, his girth stretching your small canal to fit all of it to the base and your face contorting in both discomfort and pleasure is making him lose it. âthis isnât gonna work. need to fuck you properly, doll.â
youâre not even one minute in and heâs yanked your small body off his lap, forcefully turning you around until your back is pressed against his chest and your head is rolled back to rest near his shoulder. sukunaâs upper hands hold your legs up by the back of your knees. his bottom set of hands wrap around his cocks and pushes one through your sensitive cunt whilst he fists the other.
âfffâ mhhh! my lord! nonono,â you tear up. partially because the sudden intrusion hurts your insides and the stretch is unexpected, but mainly because youâre scared that sukunaâs angry with you. you donât wish to lose his interest in you, âiâm sorry, let me try again.â
the king of curses slaps your clitoris harshly after that comment of yours. âthat a demand? foolish woman,â he scoffs and his hips thrust upwards against the fat of your ass. squelchy noises fill the chambers and spill outside of the roomâitâs loud. the bed creaking is unmissable as well with how fast heâs pounding you.
sukuna bites into your shoulder and holds back his grunts like that. heâs relentless, drilling into your cunt so hard that youâre getting numb. your body is limp in his beefy arms and your rationality leaves your mind. youâre more than overwhelmed.
âsorry, âm sorry,â you whine and try to babble about something, but itâs all incoherent. youâre feeling lightheaded due to how much youâre taking of him. it feels amazing, soul ascending, but your emotions are in the way. even when you try not to show any attachment to the man you swore not to like.
sukuna ignores your pleas. his focus is on your slutty cunt swallowing every inch of his lower dick like its nothing. youâre used to itâheâs made you used to itâand somehow youâre still as tight as the first time. that and your submission to him is exciting. your adorable noises. the form of your body as it fits perfectly against his like youâre made for him.
you are made for him. your purpose is to please him, submit to him and give him what he deserves. thatâs why he keeps you around.
âstop yâr whining,â sukuna grumbles. your knees are forced up against your ears and your tits are bouncing with each harsh thrust. âyâr a dumb fucking thing,â the king of curses presses down on the bottom of your stomach, increasing the pleasure for you, whilst also pleasing himself by knowing how deep youâre taking him, âdo you think âm actually going to let you go?â
your eyes widen as sukuna picks up on your internal worries. you know thereâs no hiding your feelings from him, even if you donât talk about them to him. itâs like he can sense them. or see right through you with those piercing red eyes that leave you shivering for days.
âyâre too delicious to let go of. i donât intend on letting anyone else get a taste of this pussy,â sukuna smirks and his tongue rolls out to lick your left ear. you gasp at the feeling and moan right after. you donât try being quiet. you donât care if anyone hears you. the reassurance was all you needed.
everyone around the estate knows youâre getting your guts rearranged by the same lord they serve. itâs the same routine every day.
âyâre mine,â sukuna grumbles and speeds up his thrusts until youâre seeing stars. youâre not sure if you can hold out for much longer. you can already feel your orgasm building upâand judging by sukunaâs tight grip on your thighsâheâs close to emptying himself deep inside you as well.
you try your best to keep up with everything, but your human mind can only focus on so much at once. you mumble some words in agreement as your head tilts to the side, your vision turning blurry and fuzzy, âall yours, mâlord.â
sukuna grins mischievously. heâs completely won you over. heâs got you wrapped around his finger. youâre easy, even if you think youâre the complete opposite. the skilled curse knows just what to say to make you all putty in his hands.
youâre gullible. easily manipulated. a perfect target for his mockery and teasing. thatâs why he always has fun with youâwhether itâd be in bed or not. his comment earlier was just to mess with you.
and expected, you walked right into his trap. youâre his favorite. his favorite to play around with. his favorite human.
âall mine. only mine.â
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#sukuna smut#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#sukuna x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x y/n
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dirty old man - the doctorâs office
When the doctor steps out, Joel wastes no time pulling you onto his face, turning the check-up into a filthy game of control and desire.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, age gap, caretaker f!reader, Joel is a perverted old man (imagined age 60-70), reader in her 20s, DDLG dynamic, daddy kink, exhibitionism, oral (female receiving), public setting (doctorâs office), risk of being caught, degradation, size difference, explicit sexual content, perverted/dirty talk.
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The sterile smell of the doctor's office felt like the most routine part of your dayâa place you and Joel had visited plenty of times for his regular check-ups.
But underneath the fluorescent lights and the ordinary medical examination, there was a palpable tension, one that had nothing to do with Joel's health and everything to do with the dynamic youâd built together.
Joel lay back on the examination table, his shirt off as the doctor began his usual routine, prodding and listening to his chest, but Joel's attention was far from the doctorâs hands.
âGotta say, Joel,â the doctor began, flipping through his notes. âYour physical condition has improved since your last few visits. I can tell you're in much better shapeâmore flexibility, blood pressureâs stabilizing. Whatever routine you've been following, itâs working wonders.â
Joelâs eyes darted over to you, and that familiar, mischievous smirk curled at the edges of his mouth.
âWell, doc,â he drawled slowly, âthatâs all thanks to my new caretaker here.â His eyes locked onto yours, the look in them full of filthy innuendo. âSheâs been keepin' me on my toes.â
Your face flushed instantly, heat rushing to your cheeks as the doctor glanced over at you, completely unaware of the real reason behind Joelâs improved health.
You gave a nervous, awkward laugh, trying to hide the growing embarrassment bubbling up inside you.
"Yeah, well... I try to help as much as I can," you stammered, your voice shaky under the weight of Joelâs smoldering gaze.
The doctor smiled, oblivious, and nodded. "Well, it shows. Youâve done a great job," he said. âItâs rare for someone Joelâs age to make such improvements so quickly. Whatever you're doing, keep it up.â
You forced a smile, trying to maintain professionalism, but Joelâs smirk was growing, his eyes gleaming with that dark satisfaction, fully enjoying the way you squirmed.
"Yeah," Joel muttered, his voice low and teasing. "Sheâs been real good to me, doc. Keeps me movinâ, keeps me... motivated." His eyes lingered on you as he said it, making your heart pound even harder.
You bit your lip, trying to avoid eye contact, but the flush on your cheeks deepened. You knew exactly what Joel was hinting at, and so did he.
The doctor was completely unaware of the layers behind Joelâs words, but you could feel the tension building between you, the silent promises in Joel's gaze making it impossible for you to focus.
âWell, whatever it is, itâs clearly working,â the doctor continued, glancing down at his clipboard. âYour heart rateâs better, blood pressure is steady, and your muscle tone has improved. Honestly Joel, for your age, youâre in remarkable shape.â
Joel chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending a ripple of heat through your body.
The doctor glanced at his clipboard, then gave Joel a brief smile. âIâll need to step out for a moment to check something with the nurse,â he said casually, already turning toward the door.
As soon as the doctor stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him, Joel wasted no time. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with that familiar possessive grip.
His smirk was wicked, curling at the corners of his lips as he yanked you closer, pulling you between his legs.
âCome here,â he growled, his voice low and rough, already thick with need. His eyes raked over your body, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt up with rough urgency.
âNo fuckin' panties, just like I told ya. Good girl. Now get up here and sit that sweet pussy on my face.â
Your breath hitched, and you glanced nervously at the door, your heart racing.
âJoel⊠weâre in a doctorâs office,â you whispered, trying to sound logical, but the heat between your legs was already giving you away.
âDonât give a damn,â he muttered, his hands tightening on your hips, pulling you closer until you were standing right in front of him. âIâve been thinkinâ about your cunt all fuckin' day. Now, Iâm gonna have it.â
The way he talked to youâfilthy, raw, unapologetically possessiveâset your body alight with anticipation.
You hesitated for just a moment longer before finally giving in, climbing up onto the examination table. Your hands shook slightly as you straddled his chest, your bare folds hovering over his face, already slick with arousal.
âFuckin' look at you,â Joel growled as he pulled you down, his breath hot against your dripping core.
âYouâre so wet, baby. This pussyâs fuckin' soaked for me.â He slid his hands around your hips, gripping them tight as he positioned you just where he wanted you.
âI wanna see every part of you, darlinâ. Spread those legs nice and wide for me.â
Your legs trembled as you obeyed, spreading yourself open for him, your wet, swollen clit exposed to his hungry eyes. He groaned, his breath ragged with lust as he looked at you, his lips parting slightly.
âGoddamn, baby,â he muttered, his voice thick and rough. âLook at how swollen that little clit is. Youâve been waitin' for this, havenât ya?â
Without waiting for a response, Joelâs tongue flicked out, the first slow, deliberate stroke dragging over your clit.
You gasped, your fingers gripping the edge of the exam table as your body jolted with pleasure. He wasnât gentleâhis mouth latched onto you, sucking hard, his tongue swirling over your clit with rough, practiced strokes.
âFuck,â you whimpered, your voice shaky as you tried to stay quiet.
The obscene sounds of his mouth on you filled the small room, wet and slick, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
Joel groaned against you, the vibrations sending a shiver through your entire body. âThis fuckin' pussy,â he growled between licks, his words muffled as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue lapping greedily over you.
âTastes so goddamn good. I could fuckin' drown in it.â
You moaned softly, your thighs trembling as his tongue flicked over your swollen clit again, faster this time, more insistent. He sucked hard, drawing your sensitive bud into his mouth, then flicked his tongue over it in rapid, merciless strokes.
You could feel your pulse pounding between your legs, your body already trembling with the need to come.
âFuck, Joel⊠we have toââ you gasped, but he cut you off with a growl, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you down harder onto his face.
âShut the fuck up and ride my face,â he growled, his voice thick with need. âI donât care if weâre in a fuckinâ doctorâs office. Iâm gonna make you come all over my mouth.â
You could barely think straight. The filthy heat of his words, the way his mouth moved on you, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your bodyâit was too much.
Your hips started to rock against him, grinding down on his face as his tongue slid in and out of you, his rough hands guiding your movements.
âThatâs it, baby,â Joel muttered between licks, his voice thick with hunger as his tongue dragged slowly up and down your folds, swirling around your swollen clit before dipping back down to tease your entrance.
âFuck my face. Show me how much you need it. How much you love when daddy eats this sweet little cunt.â
His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down even harder against his mouth. His tongue was everywhereâmessy, desperate, like he couldnât get enough.
He flicked your clit with his tongue again, but then he shifted lower, dragging his tongue along your slit, tasting every inch of you. The heat between your legs was unbearable, and Joel could feel how badly you wanted it, how soaked you already were.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through you as his face pressed further into your slick heat, his nose brushing your clit as his tongue explored every part of you.
He wasn't satisfied with just lickingâhe wanted to bury himself in you, use his whole face to make you come. And thatâs exactly what he did.
âFuck, you taste so good,â he growled, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.
His tongue moved lower, teasing the edges of your entrance before plunging inside, fucking you with slow, deep strokes.
You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the sides of the exam table as your hips rocked against his face. Joelâs grip on your hips tightened, keeping you in place as he lapped at your pussy like a man starved.
But it wasnât enough for him. He wanted more. He pulled his tongue out of your hole, dragging it back up to your clit, where he sucked hard before letting go, only to press his entire face against your folds, rubbing it all over your pussy.
His nose nudged your clit, his lips sucking at your wetness, and his tongue slipping everywhereâflicking your clit, sliding between your folds, teasing your hole again and again.
He was relentless, his whole face working against you, his stubble rubbing against your sensitive skin, adding a rough, delicious friction.
You gasped, your body trembling from the intensity of it, and Joel only groaned louder, his tongue darting in and out of your hole before sliding back up to your clit, flicking it in rapid strokes.
âYou love this, donât ya?â he rasped, his voice muffled as he pressed his mouth back to your pussy, his tongue swirling over your clit, his nose bumping against it as he ground his face into you.
âLove when daddy uses his whole fuckinâ face on this pretty little cunt. Youâre fuckinâ dripping for me, baby. Iâm gonna make you come all over my face.â
Your breath hitched, your hips bucking against him, the pressure building inside you as his face moved everywhereâtongue fucking you deep one second, then sucking on your clit the next. He loved every part of you, and he made sure you knew it.
His mouth, his nose, his whole face was slick with your arousal as he devoured you, using everything he had to make you come.
Joel pulled his tongue out of your hole, dragging it up your slit again, swirling it around your clit before pressing his mouth down hard.
He sucked, his lips closing tightly around your clit as he flicked his tongue over it in quick, teasing strokes. You whimpered, your body trembling as you tried to stay quiet, but it was impossible with how good he was making you feel.
âFuck, JoelâŠâ you gasped, your voice shaking as the pleasure grew, every nerve in your body on fire from the way his mouth moved over you, claiming you. âIâm gonnaââ
âDo it,â he growled, his voice low and commanding, his tongue never stopping. âCome on my fuckinâ face, baby. I want it all. I wanna taste every drop.â
His words sent a shiver through you, and with one final flick of his tongue over your clit, you came hard.
Your thighs clenched around his head as your orgasm crashed through you, and Joel groaned in satisfaction, his hands holding you firmly in place as he continued licking, drinking in every bit of your release.
âThatâs it, good girl,â he muttered, his lips still pressed to your pussy, his tongue slowly dragging through your folds, savoring the taste of you. âYou come so fuckinâ sweet for me.â
Your body trembled, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, but Joel wasnât done.
His hands slid up your thighs, squeezing them gently as his mouth moved over you again, slower this time, but just as hungry.
He rubbed his whole face into your slick folds, his nose brushing your clit while his tongue teased your entrance. He wanted to make you come again, and he was determined to get it.
âFuck, I could eat you all day,â he groaned, pulling back just long enough to look up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes before diving back in, his tongue sliding deep inside you again.
He fucked you with his tongue, his nose pressing against your clit, his mouth wet and messy as he devoured you, completely lost in the taste of you.
âYouâre mine,â he growled between licks, his voice low and possessive as he slid his tongue out of you, flicking it over your clit again.
âThis pussy is fuckinâ mine.â
You were barely holding on, your body trembling as another orgasm built inside you, the sensation of his face rubbing against your wet heat sending you over the edge.
Joel could feel itâcould feel the way your body tightened, the way your breath hitched, and he sucked your clit into his mouth again, his tongue swirling over it in quick, dirty strokes.
"Come again," Joel growled, his voice dark and full of filthy satisfaction. "Come all over my fuckin' face again, baby. Donât hold back."
You couldnât. The pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, and you came again, harder this time, your hips grinding down onto his face as your body shook with the intensity of it.
Joel groaned beneath you, his tongue still lapping at your pussy, his whole face drenched in your slick as he continued fucking you with his mouth until you couldnât take it anymore.
"Look at you," he rasped, his voice hoarse but smug, pulling back just enough to smirk up at you. His face was soaked, his lips shiny with your release, and the sight of him like thatâdark eyes, glistening mouthâmade your stomach tighten all over again.
"Canât fuckinâ get enough, can ya? Rubbing that sweet little pussy all over an old manâs face."
His words dripped with possessiveness, but there was a teasing warmth behind them. Joel wasnât disgusted by how much you needed himâno, he was fucking proud.
Proud of how you responded to him, how desperate and soaked you became under his tongue.
You whimpered softly, still trembling, the shame and arousal mixing together in a heady cocktail of need.
"Joel, weâre gonna get caught," you murmured, your breath still shaky.
He chuckled, low and dirty, his hands never leaving your hips as he kept you pinned down.
"Let âem catch us," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Let âem see how fuckinâ perfect you look sittinâ on daddyâs face. Maybe theyâll wanna take a fuckin' pictureâshow everyone how much this sweet young thing needs me.â
Your breath hitched at his words, the risk, the dirtiness of it all making your heart race.
You were already drenched, but hearing him talk like thatâpushing the boundary between pleasure and dangerâmade you even wetter, your body responding before your mind could catch up.
âTheyâd love to see you like this, wouldnât they?â Joel muttered, his tongue darting out to swipe at your swollen folds, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through your already sensitive body.
"Bet theyâd be jealous. Bet theyâd wanna taste you too, but youâre mine, hm, baby?"
You nodded, your voice catching in your throat as his hands squeezed your hips, forcing you to grind harder against his mouth.
His nose brushed your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body as his tongue teased your entrance again, slipping in and out with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Youâre all mine," Joel groaned, his words muffled as he pressed his face deeper into your wetness.
âFuckinâ made for daddy, pretty one. Look how fuckin' soaked you are, baby. Ridin' this old manâs face like you need it to breathe."
Your whole body shuddered as his tongue pushed deeper inside you, fucking you with slow, sensual strokes.
He wasnât just eating you outâhe was worshiping you, using every part of his face to drive you crazy.
His nose bumped against your clit as he flicked his tongue in and out of your tight entrance, his lips wrapping around your folds, sucking and licking like he couldnât get enough of you.
"God, Joel..." you gasped, your hips moving of their own accord, grinding against him, desperate for more.
The idea of someone walking in, seeing you like thisâspread wide, riding Joelâs face while he devoured youâit sent a thrill through you that made your heart race even faster.
"That's it," he muttered, his voice rough and dirty as his hands guided your movements.
"You like this, sweet girl? You love letting daddy take care of you, love how I make you feel. Doesnât matter where we areâyouâll always be fuckin' mine."
But Joel wasnât finished. His hands stayed firmly on your hips, his mouth still teasing your swollen, oversensitive clit with slow, lazy licks, as if he couldnât bear to let you go.
"Joel, I..." you whimpered, your voice weak and breathless. "I canâtâ"
"You can and you fuckin' will," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "One more, baby. Come one more time for daddy. Show me how much you love ridin' this old manâs face.â
His filthy words sent another shock of heat straight to your core, and before you could stop yourself, you were grinding harder, your slick pussy rubbing all over his face.
Joel groaned, the sound vibrating through you as he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in quick, tight circles that had you seeing stars.
âGood girl,â he murmured between licks, his voice full of pride and lust.
âYouâre so fuckin' perfect, baby. So tight, so full of energy for me. Daddy loves it when you let me eat this pussy like itâs the last thing Iâll ever taste.â
His tongue flicked over your clit faster, his hands keeping you steady as your thighs trembled around his head.
You were so close again, the pressure building inside you, threatening to overwhelm you. Joelâs mouth moved with expert precision, teasing, sucking, lickingâhis entire face covered in your slick, his stubble rubbing against your sensitive skin in the most delicious way.
"Come for me again," Joel growled, his tone shifting to something more commanding. "I wanna feel it. I wanna taste it all. Donât fuckin' hold back, baby."
You moaned, your hips rocking harder against his mouth as the pleasure built higher, higher, until you couldnât take it anymore.
The tension snapped, and your third orgasm crashed through you, even harder than the last. Your thighs squeezed around Joelâs head, your hands gripping the edges of the exam table for support as your body shook with the intensity of your release.
Joel groaned beneath you, his tongue still working over your clit, licking up every last drop as you came all over his face.
His grip on your hips was unrelenting, making sure you couldnât move, couldnât escape the pleasure he was giving you.
âFuck, thatâs it,â Joel muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. âYou come so fuckinâ pretty for me, baby. Just like that. Give daddy everything.â
You collapsed forward, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, your body trembling as the last waves of your orgasm pulsed through you.
Joel groaned beneath you, drinking in every last drop of your release, his hands gripping you tightly as he licked you through your climax, his tongue unrelenting.
âGoddamn,â he muttered, finally pulling back, his face a mess of your slick, his eyes dark with satisfaction. âYouâre fuckinâ perfect, baby. We ainât done, though. When we get home, Iâm gonna fuck you so hard youâll be beggin' for more."
Your body trembled, still coming down from the intensity of your orgasms, but the look in Joelâs eyes told you he wasnât lying.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smirk playing on his wet, glistening lips as he watched you try to gather yourself.
But before either of you could speak, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Your heart leaped into your throat, and you scrambled off Joelâs chest, yanking your skirt down as quickly as possible.
Panic coursed through you as you hurried to adjust yourself, smoothing your hair, trying to catch your breath.
Joel, of course, was far too amused. He wiped his face lazily, still leaning back on the exam table, that smug smirk never leaving his face as you frantically tried to make it look like nothing had happened.
His eyes twinkled with mischief as he glanced at the door, clearly not concerned in the slightest.
"Come in," Joel called out casually, his voice hoarse but steady, as if he hadnât just been buried between your legs moments ago.
The doctor walked back in, clipboard in hand, giving Joel a quick glance. "Sorry about the wait, Mr. Miller," he said, then paused as he noticed Joelâs flushed face, the sheen of wetness still visible despite his attempt to wipe it away.
The doctor blinked, clearly taken aback but too polite to say anything directly.
"Must be gettin' hot in here, huh?" the doctor remarked with a chuckle, trying to laugh off the awkwardness.
"This age, itâs making us all feel a bit warmer, huh? Happens to the best of us."
Joel, the devilish smirk never leaving his face, tilted his head slightly, catching your eye for just a second before replying, "Oh, you could say that, doc. It definitely gets me feelinâ... hotter than usual."
His tone was thick with double meaning, so much so that you had to suppress a smile.
The doctor, oblivious to the real reason behind Joelâs flustered state, simply nodded and made some notes on his clipboard.
"Well, letâs make sure everythingâs looking good. Just a quick check-up, and youâll be out of here."
Joel shot you a look as the doctor moved to his side, leaning in to examine him.
His eyes twinkled with filthy satisfaction, his lips twitching as though he was barely holding back another comment.
"Yeah," Joel said quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. "Feelinâ better already."
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Overprotective Batfam making sure you get home safely while in their patrol route!
Includes: Damian Wayne and Dick Grayson
Masterlist , Part 2
Damian Wayne
-Damian will watch you from the shadows, silently taking out any threats that cross your path.
-You won't even notice the tiny figure following you home until he finally makes an unwanted appearance.
You'll be walking home on a slightly foggy evening, the shadows making It easier for Damian to follow behind you.
The evening's going fine until some petty thief decides to jump from behind the corner and swipe at you for your belongings.
You can't even process the events that take place next. In the blink of an eye the thief is laid out on the pavement in front of you with a vicious black eye forming and a small figure stood above his body.
The figure then slowly makes eye contact with you.
He won't say anything, he'll just stare at you for a while before retreating back into the shadows.
Weird.
Then after that night you'll become more and more aware of his presence following you home every night.
His silence is a bit unnerving but atleast you won't have to worry about your safety for the next couple nights.
Dick Grayson
-Unlike Damian, Richard will walk side by side with you. Asking about your day or carrying on a whole conversation while you listen to him.
-He'll show you random tricks, like swinging off a light pole and somehow elevating himself enough to land on a roof or he'll take out a villain with a flashy swing and kick.
-In short, he just love to entertain you on your way home.
"Does my hair look bad?" he'll ask before deep diving into a one sided conversation about how his siblings keep making fun of every hairstyle he's had thus far and how it's starting to affect his self esteem.
Then he names some off the top of his head that honestly sound pretty good.
"You know I might just chop it all off, I mean long hair isn't really good for fighting and it takes a lot to maintain and-" he'll slowly turn towards you with this blank look in his eye before he whispers out the last few words.
"your still listening"
....
The blank stare is a bit unnerving compared to his usual cheery facade but you quickly recover from the shock.
"I'm usually the listener in conversations so I don't mind your talking" you explain and then turn to fully face him, admiring the long hair that settled into his shoulders.
"Also, I really like your hair"
Then he short circuits and falls back to walking slowly behind you.
Face showing a noticably blank expression.
Seems like someone needs a hug.
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NERD!WOOZI WITH SLUTTY FINGERING
a/n: i KNOW ive talked about woozi hands, woozi fingering, too much already in this blog, so, nerd!woozi its just another excuse for me to write about it again. sorry not sorry. a/n pt.2: yes, this is woozi's hand on minghao's neck that's why im screaming in the title. WARNINGS: smut, small angst, fingering, body fluids (cum spit), clit stimulation, g'spot stimulation, intense orgasm, teasing, quick learner!jihoon
nerd!jihoon whoâs all serene and timid, always too focused on his notes, pretending he doesnât notice your little games, but deep down, heâs fully aware. you catch him sometimes, the way his pencil pauses mid-scribble when you lean a little too close, asking for the same damn pencil again. he knows you have like five pencils in that full-of-charms bag of yours, regardless here you are.
âyou sure you donât just wanna keep it?â he mumbles, barely looking up as he hands you the pencil.
you lean forward, letting your hair fall in front of your face like a curtain, just to see if heâd peek. and, of course, he does. a quick flick of his eyes, then back down to his notebook, scribbling some bullshit about physics or whatever. boring. you wonder whatâd happen if you just grabbed his hand for real this time, full contact, no pencil-between-you nonsense. would he pull away? would he get all flustered, or would he grab you back, finally drop that innocent act?
âyou ever gonna look at me when i ask you for something, or you too shy for that?â you tease, leaning on his desk now, your fingers inching closer to his ruler. he finally looks up at you, a little more serious than usual, and it catches you off guard.
âyou keep asking for things you donât need,â he says quietly, âwhy?â he scoffs, pushing his glasses up his nose like thatâs gonna hide the faint flush creeping up his neck. âyou can keep the damn pencil,â he mutters, eyes glued to the textbook in front of him.
and nerd!jihoon who gets so in his head about it that he doesnât realize the moment he fucked up. âcause when you stand up from your chair, reaching down to grab something you âaccidentallyâ dropped, you do it slow. bending over right in front of him, just enough that your skirt rides up a little too high, giving him a full view.
he stares for just a second too long, eyes glued to the hem of your skirt, swallowing hard like heâs trying not to make a sound. but itâs obvious, way too obvious, and when he realizes heâs been caught, his face turns red so fast you almost laugh out loud.
nerd!jihoon who's fidgeting now, trying to pretend he didnât just eye-fuck you in the middle of the classroom.
but nerd!jihoonâs only got so much self-control, and youâre testing every bit of it.
nerd!jihoon who, for some reason, snaps at you that morning when you meet at the stairs outside the university building. itâs out of nowhere tooâlike, one second, youâre just giving him that casual little smile, ready to toss some flirty comment about the weather being as cold as his attitude, and the next, heâs all huffy, eyebrows furrowing deeper than usual.
âwhy do you keep doing that?â his voice comes out sharp, way too sharp for someone like him, the type who rarely even speaks above a whisper in class. you blink, taken aback, half-wondering if heâs joking, but when you see his jaw tighten, you realize heâs serious. dead serious. âis it that hard to leave me alone?â
ouch. you donât even know how to react at first, like his words take a second to settle in, but when they do, it feels like someone knocked the air out of you. your eyes harden on him, and for once, you donât have some quick retort. you just⊠stare. really?âheâs just gonna blow up like that?
âfine,â you mutter, voice cold as ice. and with that, you turn on your heel and walk off without another word, you donât even look back as you head straight to the classroom, your heart pounding in your chest. youâve never felt this weird compound of pissed and hurt before. itâs like something just snapped inside you too.
for the rest of the day, you donât bother glancing in his direction. you gather your stuff at the end of class, all in silence, and when you make your way past his desk, you stop for just a second, pulling out all those borrowed pencils from your bag. without a word, you set them on his desk, one by one. they clatter onto his notes, each one feeling like a small âfuck youâ in its own way.
jihoon doesnïżœïżœïżœt say anything, just stares at the pencils like theyâre mocking him. he opens his mouth for a split second, like maybe heâs gonna explain, but nothing comes out. you donât give him the chance either; you walk away, not bothering to look back. itâs like every interaction youâve ever had just gets replayed in your mind, and now itâs all soured.
the next few days are weird. hell, you stop talking to him altogether. instead, you sit at your desk, quietly pulling out your own damn pencils from your pencil case, you donât need his anymore, not when heâs gonna act like a complete ass about it. he watches you thoughâyou can feel his stare on you, burning into the side of your head. but every time you glance in his direction, he looks away like he canât deal with the awkwardness heâs caused.
itâs like he wants to apologize but has no idea how to start. typical jihoonâall brain and no clue when it comes to real people.
but one evening, thereâs a knock on your dorm door. you open it, and there he is, standing there with a six-pack of those canned drinks you always get from the campus canteen, the same ones you always grab right after class. his face is red, cheeks flushed in a way thatâs almost⊠cute? but youâre still mad, still remembering how he snapped at you like that.
âhey,â he says, and his voice is softer this time, merely audible. you just stand there, arms crossed, waiting for him to explain himself.
âi, uh⊠i brought these,â he mutters, holding the cans out like some awkward peace offering. âi noticed you⊠always get these. thought maybeâŠâ his voice trails off, and he rubs the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. âiâm sorry. for what i said.â
you raise an eyebrow, still not convinced. âreally? you were a complete jerk, jihoon.â
he shrinks at your words, nodding. âi know. i just⊠i didnât know how to deal with it, okay? it⊠messed with me.â
you uncross your arms, softening just a bit. âand snapping at me was your way of handling it?â
he sighs, looking down at his shoes. âi didnât mean it. i was just frustrated. not at youâjust⊠at myself.â
you take a deep breath, glancing at the cans in his hands, the little effort heâs put into making amends. heâs trying. âfine,â you say finally, stepping aside to let him in. âyou owe me more than just drinks, though.â
jihoonâs eyes widen a bit, his lips twitching into that familiar nervous smile. âwhat do you want, then?â
you scoff.
nerd!jihoon who feels the faint taste of the drink lingers on your tongue, and he groans into your mouth, probably addicted to it more than heâll admit. heâs kissing you backâmessy, needy, and a little clumsy, but you can tell heâs losing himself in it.
you shift on his lap, straddling him properly, and when you press into him, his breath hitches. itâs like he canât keep himself together, every kiss pulling out little sounds, his hands hover awkwardly for a second, like he doesnât know what to do with them, until you grab them and guide them up your body, pushing them to your chest, making him squeeze your tits through your shirt.
nerd!jihoon who gasps when he feels the nipples on his palms through your shirt, his lips pulling away from yours for just a second as he looks at where his hands are, eyes wide like he canât believe it. his fingers flex against you, tentatively at first, but then you press your hand over his, forcing him to squeeze harder, and you let out a shaky breath.
then? oh, he gets it.
nerd!jihoon, who finally acts, squeezing your tits by himself like heïżœïżœïżœs been waiting for this chance his whole damn life. his fingers dig in just enough to pull a moan from your throat.
nerd!jihoonâs catching on fast now, realizing where you want to be touched, where your breath catches, where your body melts into him.
his hands roam up your sides, slipping under your oversized shirt, and when his fingers brush your bare skin, he freezes for a second. he realizes youâre not wearing anything underneath, no panties, no bra, just naked under the thin fabric. âshit,â he breathes, almost like a curse, his eyes darting up to meet yours, like heâs checking to see if this is real, if you actually want him to keep going.
you smirk, biting your lip, and press your hips down into him harder, a wordless yes, keep going.
his hand cups your pussy, and the way you immediately arch into him, gasping out his nameâheâs gone. brain short-circuiting, but his bodyâs on autopilot now. âdont do this to meâŠâ he mewls, too focused on the way youâre grinding into his hand, wet and ready for him.
nerd!jihoon who, once he realizes how horny you are, loses any hesitation he had before. his fingers, slender and surprisingly strong, waste no time. heâs focusedâso damn focusedâlike heâs solving a problem in his mind, but this time, the problem is you. and he knows exactly how to handle it.
nerd!jihoon who pauses for just a second, like heâs still processing how turned on you areâhow his touch alone got you dripping like this. his middle finger presses right against your clit, and he flicks it side to sideâfast as hell, like too fastâand your hips jerk up into him, a soft whimper slipping out. his middle finger dips into your pussy first, just enough to feel the wetness gather on his fingertip, the way you swallow around him makes his breath hitch.
itâs like heâs testing what gets you going, what makes your thighs tremble, and god, does he know how to read your body. every gasp, every time your breath hitches, he switches it upâkeeps you on edge.
he presses his middle finger deep suddenly, really deep, until youâre arching into him, your body reacting instantly to the way he knows how to hit that spot. his finger curls inside you, pushing hard, making you gasp like heâs punching the air from your lungs. heâs watching you, eyes glued to the way your hips move, like heâs trying to memorize how to make you react like this again.
"hold still," he mutters, and when you donât, when you try to squirm because itâs too much too fast, he forces your legs open with his, his thighs pressing yours apart. âdonât... close them. i need toââ his breath catches when he adds a second finger, stretching you just enough to make your pussy clench tight around him, making your thighs shake. he presses them deep, so deep you feel the pressure low in your belly, but itâs when he starts to pull them out, flicking them up against your clit as he does it, that you lose it.
âoh fuck,â you gasp, back arching, and jihoonâs watching you so damn closely, taking mental notes on every single reaction you give him.
âso... wet. why? hm?â he whispers, like he canât believe it, his voice shy but breathy, like heâs talking more to himself than you. his fingers slide out, slick with your cum, and without even thinking, he spits right on themâmixing the spit with the dripping wetness already covering his fingers. the sound is obscene, the slick noise of him fingering you only getting louder, wetter, messier.
and then, he adjusts.
âcâmere,â he says, voice a little rougher now, guiding you to sit between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. you can feel how hard his cock is, twitching against your ass as you settle between his thighs. his legs spread yours open, holding you wide as he slides his hand back down to your dripping pussy, his fingers diving back in like they belong there.
he uses his middle finger againâalways that oneâsliding it in deep, heâs too focused on you, too addicted to the way you moan when he pushes his fingers deeper. his legs wrap around yours, holding them wide open, âcause youâre so damn close to squeezing them shut. his voice comes out soft, right in your ear. âyouâre soâfuck, so into this. just my fingers?â
he canât believe it, canât wrap his head around how crazy youâre going just from thisâeven though heâs making you drip all over his hand. but it only impulses him on. his fingers flick against your clit again, fast, precise, like heâs playing an instrument heâs mastered. your body jerks, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing, cum practically coating his fingers now. he slides them deep again, harder this time, pushing you into the bed so hard your hips are practically pinned down.
âyou like that?â he asks, voice shaky, but heâs so into it. holding you open like heâs afraid youâll try to close your legs.
his fingers are everywhereâinside you, rubbing, pressing, flicking.
âfuckâjihoon,â you moan, words tumbling out of you like you canât control them, and his breath catches again. his fingers move faster, slick sounds filling the room as he alternates between pressing deep inside you and flicking your clit, over and over again, until youâre a complete mess in his arms.
âyouâreâfuckâyouâre gonna make me say something stupid,â you gasp out, barely holding onto any coherent thought, and he lets out a soft, shy laugh, like he knows exactly what you mean.
nerd!jihoon who's lost in the rhythm heâs created, only pushes harder, fingers still dancing between your thighs as he chases that soundâthat sweet, desperate gasp that makes his heart race. âi think i can handle it,â he teases, but heâs definitely not prepared for the way you arch your back, pushing harder against him as your breath gets quicker, sharper.
âjihoon, please,â you whimper, the words spilling out like theyâre a prayer. your body is begging for somethingâanythingâmore, but heâs holding you right at the edge, fingers moving so fast youâre pretty sure your brain is short-circuiting.
he seems to realize just how close you are. he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, âcan youâcan you come for me? just from this?â thereâs a softness in his voice, but the way he asks it is so demanding, and you canât help but nod.
âyesâyes!â you manage to breathe out, and thatâs all the encouragement he needs.
âjust let go. i got you.â itâs like the words unlock something inside you, and before you even realize it, that sweet ache intensifying.
nerd!jihoon who lets out a soft chuckle, shaky as hell, but damn if he doesnât sound proud. his fingers donât slow down though. his middle finger presses even deeper, practically curling up into the g'spot inside you that makes you pass out for a second, and you gasp so loud youâre sure anyone passing by your dorm would hear it.
âjihoonâfuck, right there!â you groan, and he hones in on that spot like heâs taking thoughtful reminders.
he bites his lip, watching the way your hips roll into his hand, how wet you are, cum dripping down his fingers like heâs proud of the mess youâre making. âi didnât know youâd be⊠this into it,â he whispers, and that just makes your head spin more.
this guy. so shy but so fucking good at what heâs doing to you.
âjihoon, iâm gonnaâoh my god!â you try to warn him, but he cuts you off.
âi know, just let go,â he encourages, voice softer now, almost reverent, as if heâs treating this moment like something sacred. his fingers slide back up to your clit
this is it. his eyes widen a little, and you can feel the way his heart races against your back. every flick against your clit sends a convulsion through your body.
you dissolve into a broken gasp, your hips moving against his hand instinctively as he works you toward that peak. please, please, just let me come.
and when he adds just a little more pressure, itâs like your whole body torches. you cum and cum, your body arching against him. âjihoon, fuck!â you cry out, a high-pitched gasp that fills the air as you feel everything shatter, your body clenching tightly around his fingers that they almost slip out.
nerd!jihoon who watches you, completely captivated, the way your body reacts, the way youâre lost in it. he doesnât stop, though; no, he keeps moving, fingers working through your orgasm, gentle however persistent, making sure you feel every bit of that pleasure. heâs fascinated, eyes wide as he takes in the globs of cum covering his fingers, the slickness that only grows thicker the more he works you.
âjihoon, waitâŠâ you manage to murmur, half-laughing, half-breathless. âs-sensitive.â
you melt on his chest, catching your breath, as his hand cups your pussy again, letting 'you' rest.
âthat wasâhow do you even know how to do that?â itâs a genuine question, and you canât help but admire him, the way heâs panting lightly, his cheeks flushed.
he chuckles nervously, looking away for a moment, then back at you shyly. âi mean⊠i just pay attention? itâs like⊠figuring out the math of it all, but way more fun.â his eyes sparkle, and you canât help but laugh, shaking your head at how nerdy he is, even in these moments.
âwell, you know what they say about nerds,â you wink, reaching out to play with the ends of his shirt. âthey can be really good atââ
âokay, stop,â he laughs, cutting you off.
âso, um⊠can i, like, do that again sometime?â he asks, his tone shifting to something softer, almost hopeful, and the way he looks at you makes your heart flutter.
âabsolutely,â you say with a grin, leaning in to give him a quick peck, your bodies still tangled together.
âhow about we switch positions next time? i think i could make you scream even louder.â he teases, but his red cheeks don't lie.
you freeze at his words, heart racing as you process what he just said. heâs learned way too quickly, âwhich one are you talking about?â you ask, a teasing lilt in your voice, even though your cheeks are flushed too.
âany one you want,â he replies, a in a shyly-confident smirk on his face. âiâm a quick study when it comes to this kind of stuff.â he smiles wider. âjust tell me what you like, and iâll make sure i learn it.â
you canât help but laugh. âoh, is that so? you think you can handle it?â
âabsolutely,â he says, hugging your body to him. âjust say the word, and iâll show you just how good i can get.â
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Mind, body, and soul || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
gif by @mad3lyncline
Summary: in a rare moment of vulnerability, Rafe voices his need for you and you only.
Warnings: angst galore đđ
Word count: 2,371
A/n: guys this acc had me giggling, smiling, and kicking my feet bc I love it when Rafe is so lovestruck by reader and being vulnerable to her and her only.
MASTERLIST
divider by @h-aewo
As you reverse park your car, the bass-heavy thrum of trap music vibrates so intensely you can feel it reverberating even from your car. Sarah, lounging in the passenger seat with a tipsy grin, shakes her head. âI can already tell Iâm going to be horribly hungover tomorrow.â You chuckle, flicking her a sympathetic look as your finger hovers over the button to raise the convertible roof.
âMe too,â you agree with a laugh. But just as you press it, a blinding light floods the car, making both of you instinctively shield your eyes. âWhat the hell?â you mutter, squinting as you try to make out the source of the glare. Across the parking lot, a truck idles with its high beams aimed right at you. You narrow your eyes, recognising it immediately.
âIs that your brotherâs truck?â you ask Sarah, already knowing the answer. She groans. âIt is.â With an exaggerated sigh, you roll your eyes and flip him off, watching as he laugh. âYeah, real funny, dickhead!â you call out, your voice carrying over the pulsing music just as the roof finishes closing.
Shaking your head with an amused grin, you hop out of the car, the cool night air washing over you as you look back to see Rafe, still sitting behind the wheel with that signature smug grin, clearly pleased with his little stunt. âOf course my brotherâs here,â Sarah mutters under her breath as she steps out and shuts her door, the headlights casting long shadows across the driveway as you hit the lock button.
You laugh, nudging her with your shoulder. âItâs a party loaded with booze, drugs, and girlsâwhere else would he be? Rafe wouldnât stray too far from that scene,â you say, a knowing smirk playing at your lips. As you round the car, you throw a pointed glance his way, catching his eye for a brief, charged moment.
His grin widens, like heâs daring you to say something, but you roll your eyes, dismissing him as you turn back toward the house. The heavy beat from inside grows louder with each step, the thumping bass promising a long, wild night ahead. Behind you, you can still feel Rafeâs gaze, lingering with a mix of mischief and something unspoken.
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âFinally, youâre here,â his voice murmurs close to your ear just as his arm slips around your waist, pulling you into him. The familiar warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne makes you melt, and you canât help but grin as you look up at him. âMiss me that much?â you tease, rising onto your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips, savouring the brief contact.
âGet a room, please,â Sarah mutters, rolling her eyes as she heads off, leaving you both laughing softly. Youâre still smiling into the kiss when his hand slides to grip your waist, then dips lower to give your ass a playful squeeze. Biting back a laugh, you take his hand in yours and lead him inside, weaving through the crowd toward the kitchen, where bottles line the counters and red cups litter the island.
Just as you reach for a drink, you hear Rafeâs voice behind you, casual yet somehow authoritative. âHey, man,â he calls out, extending a hand. You turn in time to see Topper clasp his hand, pulling him in for a quick bro hug, their easy familiarity apparent. Rafe glances over Topperâs shoulder and gives you a subtle wink, a smirk dancing on his lips. You take a slow, steady sip of your drink, trying to ignore the flutter that Rafeâs wink stirs up.
He gives you a curt nod, voice cool as he says your nameââY/nââplaying it off casually, fully aware that Topperâs watching. Then, as if on cue, Topper drapes his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close. You lean into his touch, holding Rafeâs gaze with a challenging glint as you cock an eyebrow at him, feeling the tension sparking in the space between you. Rafe just smiles, but you can tell by the tightness at the corners of his mouth that heâs bothered, the calm facade masking what you know to be a prick of jealousy.
Leaning in, you press close to Topper, your lips brushing his ear as you murmur, âIâm gonna go find Sarah. Iâll be back.â You punctuate the words with a soft kiss to his jaw, aware of Rafeâs intense gaze on you, reading every movement. With one last glance over your shoulder, you slip away, feeling the weight of Rafeâs stare as you blend into the crowd, a mix of satisfaction and anticipation simmering in your chest.
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âTook you long enough,â Rafeâs voice comes out in a lazy drawl, each word dripping with barely concealed impatience as you shut the door softly behind you. His eyes are locked on you, tracking your every step as you make your way across the room, his posture relaxed, yet thereâs a simmering intensity beneath it.
âYeah, well, I was having my fun,â you say with a playful pout, savoring the way his gaze darkens slightly, jaw tightening as he registers your words. You take your time, letting each step toward him linger, the tension between you building with each inch of distance closed. Rafeâs expression flickers with something unreadable as you stop a couple of feet from him.
âWhat do you want, Rafe?â you ask, voice soft but steady, holding his gaze with a hint of challenge. His eyes drag slowly over you, a touch possessive. âI donât get why youâre still with him,â he says, his voice carrying a quiet edge. The statement hangs in the air, daring you to defend it. âTopper?â You shrug casually, though you can see the slight twitch in Rafeâs jaw as you say his name.
âWell, heâs my boyfriend. AndâŠâ You pause, watching his reaction, leaning into the charged silence before continuing, âI love him.â Your voice is confident, but youâre aware of how close you are now, of the heat radiating from his body as you step between his legs, close enough to feel the subtle tension in him. Rafeâs pupils dilate, his breathing shallow as he lifts his gaze back to yours, dark and intense.
Slowly, his hand reaches out, resting on the back of your thigh, fingers tightening as he guides you a step closer, his touch firm, sending a shiver through you. The distance between you vanishes, and you bring your hands up to his face, cradling it gently as you tilt his head back, forcing him to look up at you. His usual confidence is flickering, replaced by something raw, vulnerable.
âYou donât mean that,â he whispers, his voice barely audible, laced with a desperate edge. His eyes search yours, seeking the truth, his unspoken desire crackling in the air between you, daring you to deny it. His words hang between you, heavy with something youâre not ready to name, his eyes searching yours with a mix of longing and frustration that makes your heart race.
ou hesitate, fingers brushing over his jaw, feeling the tension in him as he waits for you to say something, anything, that confirms what he so desperately wants to believe. A soft laugh escapes your lips, and you arch an eyebrow at him, letting the weight of his expectation settle for a beat before saying, âI donât get why youâre acting like this just because I let you go down on me at that party.â
Your voice is teasing, the words edged with a playfulness that you know will only stoke his frustration further. Rafeâs eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he processes your response. He lets out a short, mirthless laugh, his grip on your thigh tightening just enough for you to feel the heat of his frustration. âYou think this is a joke?â he murmurs, voice low, but thereâs a vulnerable edge beneath the words.
You let your hands fall from his face, crossing your arms as you look down at him, still standing between his legs. âWhat am I supposed to think, Rafe? Youâre acting like one night means forever.â You raise an eyebrow, challenging him, but the way heâs looking at youâintense, possessive, almost pleadingâmakes your own resolve waver. Rafeâs gaze sharpens, his frustration giving way to something deeper, more vulnerable.
âYou think I just go down on anyone?â he mutters, his voice barely concealing the hurt simmering beneath his irritation. His hand tightens on your thigh, pulling you that much closer as he speaks. âI wouldnât do that if you didnât mean something to me, if this didnât mean something.â You feel his words settle over you, heavier than you expected. His eyes are locked on yours, unflinching, his expression raw and open in a way that catches you off guard.
Heâs never looked at you like this, not with this intensity, this strange mix of frustration and honesty that threatens to crack your own defenses. Rafeâs hand slides up to rest on your hip, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that sends a shiver through you. âThat night, it wasnât just a game for me,â he says softly, voice rough with the weight of the confession. âDonât pretend it was for you, either.â
You want to say something, anything that will take the edge off the tension thickening between you, but as you look into his eyes, you realize thereâs nothing you can say to downplay what happened. The unspoken connection between you is real, and the way heâs holding you now feels dangerously close to a promise. âHeâs your best friend, Rafe,â you whisper, your voice softening as you move a strand of his hair away from his forehead.
The gesture feels intimate, yet the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of the precarious line youâre both walking. Rafe shifts slightly, moving his head aside, the warmth of your touch lingering as your finger hovers just above his skin, caught between wanting to reach out and the realization of the boundary youâre skirting. After a momentâs pause, you let your hand fall back down beside you, the distance between you feeling impossibly charged.
âYeah, and I donât care about him,â he replies, his voice low but steady, an edge of defiance creeping in. âWhat matters is how I feel about you.â Thereâs a moment where his expression flickersâvulnerability giving way to defensiveness. Your heart races at his admission, the honesty in his tone sending a thrill through you. âSo you think that just because we had one moment, I should throw everything away?â you challenge, your voice firm, yet tinged with uncertainty.
Rafeâs expression hardens, but thereâs a flicker of vulnerability beneath the surface. âYou make it sound like I should care about Topper,â he says, the annoyance creeping into his voice. âI donât. All I care about is you.â The weight of his words hangs in the air, thick with tension. You take a breath, feeling the gravity of what heâs saying. âBut itâs not that simple, Rafe. You canât just ignore everything else.â
âWhy not?â he replies, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, filled with intensity. âWhy canât I want you? Why canât I want more than what weâve settled for?â Your pulse quickens, caught between his gaze and the truth of your own feelings. Rafeâs intensity is captivating, and as he searches your eyes for answers, you realise that the boundaries you thought you had are blurring, the desire between you too strong to deny.
âBecause you canât have me,â you whisper, your voice barely audible, but the words land with a finality that makes his jaw tense. Your hands lift to cradle his face, fingertips brushing against his skin as if trying to commit every line and angle to memory. Your gaze flickers to his lips, the urge to close the distance almost overpowering.
Rafeâs eyes darken, his breath hitching as he studies your face, searching for any trace of doubt. âSays who?â he murmurs, leaning into your touch, his hands coming up to rest gently over yours. Heâs holding you there, grounding himself in this moment as though refusing to let it slip away. You swallow, feeling the intensity radiate off him. âSays the part of me that knows you donât always get what you want.â
The words feel heavy, but thereâs a tremor in your voice that betrays your resolve. Even as you speak, your thumb unconsciously traces the curve of his cheek, lingering with a tenderness that contradicts the distance youâre trying to impose. Rafeâs gaze drops to your mouth, a flicker of longing crossing his face. âThatâs where youâre wrong,â he whispers, his voice rough and unsteady, his eyes meeting yours with a determination that makes your heart race.
âI canât help wanting you. Mind, body, and soul,â he murmurs, the words heavy with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His voice is low, almost reverent, and as he leans in, his lips hover just inches from yours. His breath fans over your skin, warm and inviting, the space between you crackling with electricity.
His hands slide down, settling possessively on your waist, fingers pressing into you as though anchoring himself in this moment. He pulls you in closer, his gaze locked on yours with a raw vulnerability that youâve rarely seen. âAnd I think you want this too,â he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes searching your face for any hint of hesitation.
You feel your resolve wavering, the intensity in his words and the weight of his touch making it impossible to ignore the desire building between you. Thereâs a pause, a beat of silence where the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, caught in this fragile, electric moment. You feel the pull, the undeniable truth in his words.
Your fingers tighten slightly against his skin, and you lean in just enough to brush your lips over his, tentative, testing, but unable to hold back. Itâs a whisper of a kiss, a surrender, and as his grip on you tightens, you know thereâs no turning back.
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never took me quite where you do
tags: established relationship, fluff, silliness
a/n: based on king of my heart. (which was also my eras surprise song!!)
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"you haven't had a girlfriend?" you ask, surprise coloring your voice.
rin itoshi stares at you like you've suddenly got infinitely stupider. "not before you."
"that's," you start, then stop. actually, now that you're really thinking about it, it does make sense. "you know what, yeah. seems about right."
offense glares in his eyes as he leans away from you. "the hell does that mean?"
you raise your brows. "what do you think, rin?"
he fully untangles his limbs from yours at that, shoving himself off of the couch. you protest at his motion - a little halfheartedly, but the effort is there .
standing up to his full height, rin itoshi glares down at you.
you blink up at him, smiling with all the innocence you can muster. "yes?"
"do you know how much fan mail i get?" he grits out. "how many chocolates i've gotten on valentine's?"
it takes quite a lot of effort for you to not start laughing. "i do know how popular you are, yes. you should see the edits on tiktok."
"so why-" rin falters. "edits?"
"go on."
it takes him a second. "i could've had a girlfriend if i wanted to," he says at last. "i just didn't."
you nod, still biting back a smile. "mhm. i'm sure all the girls would've loved you after seeing that personality of yours." you scoot over, offering up the space on the couch again.
rin continues to stare, but you can see his will weakening. "not like anyone wanted to date your lukewarm ass either," he says with a finality.
you snort. "i thought you grew out of that word."
he rolls his eyes.
"also- factually untrue. i've had boyfriends before."
and rin's entire demeanor switches. "what?"
you wave your hand, dismissive. "not like a lot, but. an average amount to have for a high schooler, i think. none of it was ever serious. not like you," you grin.
rin doesn't return it. genuine shock bleeds through his face; he turns on his heel. "i'm going to bed."
"wha- rin?"
forty five minutes later, you breeze into your shared bedroom. your teeth are freshly brushed, your skin lotioned, and you're almost ready for a good night's sleep.
"are you actually still mad about- what the hell are you doing?"
rin freezes, one hand still on the computer mouse. from your vantage point, you can see every pixel on that screen.
"is that my high school boyfriend?"
he turns in the swivel chair, very clearly not in bed. the classic 'itoshi indifference,' as you've coined it, masks itself over his face.
you step closer. "rin. is that, or is that not, the instagram profile of my ex."
he nods, slowly.
"can i ask why you're looking at his profile?"
he begins to shake his head, and then changes his mind (a good choice). but rin itoshi has never been too good at keeping himself calm-
"he's unemployed."
there's a beat of silence.
"sorry?"
"jobless. a leech on society. useless as a human being," rin continues. "a complete ass of himself, basically."
you stare at him. he stares at you. and then-
you burst out laughing. "are you serious?"
rin seems surprised by your reaction. it makes you laugh even harder.
"oh my god- you've been stalking his socials? for the last, like, hour?' you broke your stupid athlete sleep schedule for this?" there are genuine tears welling in the corner of your eyes. "for a guy i dated years ago?"
a little self-conscious now, rin stands up. "i was trying to sleep for the first twenty minutes. after that.." he trails off.
and you slam into him with a hug, still laughing. "i love you so much."
he stiffens at the initial contact, but gives into your touch the moment after. "i love you too?"
you hum into his ear. "they don't matter anymore. you know that, right? they never did- not seriously enough. you're the only one."
rin doesn't reply.
"and i know you could have any girl you wanted. but that doesn't matter to me. because you want me. and i will never get enough of you, rin itoshi."
his voice is a low murmur. "me neither. no one's ever compared to you."
and he presses a kiss onto your lips, and it's better than anything you've ever had.
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Your Weekly TV Guide
On Monday you can expect:
2:30 PM: Sona Mix (vent)
And Tuesday:
2:30 PM: Dragon Quest IX/Law Abiding Citizen crossover
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2:30 PM: DQIX/LAC Crossover (comic; Blood)
Thursday:
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Danny laid across his throne, legs planted across the left arm of the ornate chair and back pressed uncomfortably against the right.
"Listen," Danny started, letting his head flop to the side as he glared at a hovering Observant. "This meeting has wasted enough of my time. You all have been arguing for hours and that's without Clockwork slowing things down."
"Your Majesty, this is a matter of great importance. Belial means to overthrow and rule my-our world!"
"I am distinctly aware aware of that," Ancients, Danny couldn't wait to go home and rid himself of the formal speech he'd had to adopt in order to be taken seriously. Well, as seriously as he cared to be taken when sprawled across his throne instead of sitting on it intimidatingly or something. He slowly placed his gaze on the suddenly still demon sitting across from him. "Yet you've proposed fifteen different plans that were all unviable for whatever reasons you've cooked up. Your conclusion is that I must step in. Does your world not have heroes to take care of it?"
The demon- another lord of hell from this Belialâs universe- fell silent.
âAh. But if they do, they would also take care of you.â
âNo- no, thatâs not-â
Danny allowed his voice to drop to the artic freeze he knew his core was capable of. "I opened these these doors to allow all of you to present me with reasonable concerns regarding your own universes and realms. What is not on the table for discussion is your petty politics. Do you think I am unaware of your intentions in tattling to me? That I do not know you are trying to use me to further your own position?"
"Your Majesty, I-" The demon growled out, fear slowly coating its expression.
"It no longer amuses me. You think that I am young and easy to manipulate." Danny froze the demon to its chair. It tried to break free, but Danny isn't the High King of the Infinite Realms for nothing. "Bring to me a miserable problem like this ever again, one that could be easily solved if you used even a smidgen of your intelligence, and you will find exactly how I tore Pariah Dark from his throne."
Not that Danny knew how he did it either, he just did it.
"Yes, Your Majesty. My-my apologies."
The room is dead (Danny patted himself on the back for the pun) silent. Some of the Ancients looked bored, like Clockwork who knew Danny would never hurt them, but everyone else looked close to crying. He held eye contact with the demon until it looked away.
When Danny settled back into the throne and allowed his ice to dissipate, the room let out a collective sigh of relief.
"The next item on the agenda is another demon, by the name of Trigon." Clockwork announced, the large piece of paper comically huge next to his currently toddler-like body.
"Another?"
He flicked an amused look at the previous demon, who kept his trap firmly shut.
"He is attempting to take over multiple worlds in an attempt to conquer the universe. I had thought you would be interested in this one, Your Majesty, as he plans to begin with Earth 135."
Danny stilled. That was his Earth. His haunt.
"Does he know of the Realms?"
"Vaguely, I believe."
"Then he should know the rules. I will wait to see if my Earth's heroes are capable to step to the task."
Danny would be a hypocrite if he doesnât let the heroes of his Earth try first, even if he is one of those heroes.
"Of course," Clockwork grinned at him, fully aware of the shit Danny's about to stir back home. Ah, the wonders of being able to influence the time stream. Perhaps the young Ghost King will finally get some friends, and maybe get those pesky speedsters to stop making his jobs so hard. Cujo yipped at Danny as the King begrudgingly moved onto the next topic.
ââ
Raven shuddered as she watched the footage of her "brothers" laughing while steering their human "meatbags" around. She turned back to the giant circle of donated blood and herb filled candles.
âThis is a nuclear option, donât you think?â Green Arrow mumbled, clearly not against it by the half hearted way heâd said it. The Star City billionaire nursed his cracked ribs.
âNo,â she floated over to where Zatanna and Constantine kneeled, trying to see if they needed help with the inscriptions. âTrigon is coming soon, and my brothers will no doubt find their way here in a moment. We are out of time.â
âYeah. Plus, we donât want Raven to be turned into a portal.â Garfield piped up, switching animal forms rapidly.
âNo one dies.â Red Robin muttered. His wrist computer was open, monitoring the surroundings of the open field they found themselves uneasily occupying. Batman grunted in affirmation, eyeing the tree line. Every hero except the magical ones were on look out, preparing themselves for one more battle against the two demons that were trying to take Raven and force her into becoming a portal.
âHey guys, we might want to hurrythisupbecausetheyâre kind of close!â Impulse slammed into the room.
âDone.â Zatanna got up, motioning for everyone to step back. In Supermanâs case, he floated back.
âToo bad you wonât get to use it,â a voice drawled, dripping with malice and the screams of a thousand souls.
âCome now, little sister. Why fight fate? Be grateful father has deigned to spare you. If not for your dirty blood being useful, you would be dead, little sister. Give up, before our patience runs out alongside the lives of your little pets.â Another, mocking, voice gleefully rumbled.
Raven would rather gouge out her own heart than to claim these two as any type of family.
âYou wonât touch them.â Raven snarled, powers rising even as the marks on her body burned a painful red.
âBuy us some time!â
With that, the group of beaten and battered heroes rose to clash against just two demons, for a chance to save their world.
ââ
The Circle crackled. Danny felt a tug on his core. He followed the thread of the summoning. Oh. It was his haunt. Earth 135. Hm. It tasted of blood. Desperation? A hint of anticipation. Oh, an overload of fear. Could use some more hope, but Danny understood that it was rather hard to season these kinds of summonings with hope.
âStop.â Danny commanded, straightening in his chair.
âSire, we have more-â
âThere is an issue with my haunt,â with that, he followed the summons.
ââ
âUgh,â was the first thing everybody on the frozen battlefield heard. The demons had smacked away many of the heroes, but they all turned as one when the circle lit up a bright green. âWhy do you people always use blood? Iâm dead, I donât need any more iron!â
A boy
Ravenâs eldest brother let out a hideous rumble. âYou fools tried to summon the king, and you got a dead boy. And now, youâve doomed another.â
Constantine looked resigned, and regretful. âI am so, so sorry,â he whispered. It was just a kid. John might be a lot of things, but even he found summoning dead kids for demons to devour was just a step too far. âShite, we got the wrong fucking-â
âHey, man, thatâs rude,â the boy snapped back, waving John off.
âBrother, kill the whelp.â
âI vote on not killing the whelp. Not killing at all, really,â the boy stepped out of the massive blood circle, wrinkling his nose at the drying stains.
âThis is not one of your pesky democracies, fool.â
In response, the demons lunged at him, ignoring the screams of the surrounding heroes as they shoved their human arms through the boyâs stomach.
âSo,â the boy continues, âI heard your dad was after my haunt?â
âYour haunt, whelp? This earth shall be his! And through him, ours!â Raven slammed against the demons with her power, shadows enlarging and tossing them away from the unharmed⊠ghost boy?
âIs it?â
ââ
Wow, these demons are so rude. Normally, itâd be a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy halls of his throne room. But since theyâre attacking his hauntâŠ
âThanks. Youâre⊠Raven, right?â
Raven nodded, arms outstretched in concentration as she held her brothers back.
âYou have to go. Weâre- weâre sorry you got pulled into this, but itâs not safe here.â
âEh. Itâs cool. You donât have to do that anymore, by the way.â Danny stepped forward once more, green skin shifting and gliding as everything about him sharpened. He flew at the demons piloting the human shells, catching them around the necks and dragging the demons out of their stolen bodies. The threw them even further away as he floated in the air, a beacon of green and white. Raven thought it looked like hope.
âMy name is Phantom, the High King of the Infinite Realms,â let it be known that Danny always had an eye for dramatic entrances. He shifted into something more off, more eldritch, more kingly. The crown flared to life above his head. âYou have invaded my haunt. You have challenged me. What do you plead?â
âYouâre not-â they said.
âWrong answer,â Danny flew at them once more, body contorting into something undeniably terrorizing, his maw unhinging and crunching down on the demons with a sound that made the present heroes cringe.
âUgh,â Danny grunted, turning back and floating peacefully to the group of heroes- Tucker and Sam would be so stoked he met Wonder Woman and Batman!- and chewed rapidly. He shifted back into his normal form. âEating demons always leaves me with indigestion. And their bones get everywhere up in my teeth!â Danny pulled out a giant femur looking bone from his mouth, despite it not logically fitting in there.
âRight. No eating demons, solid life advice.â Red Robin said.
âRight? So, youâre Raven! Itâs nice to meet you! Think you can summon your dear olâ dad for me?â
âBut we summoned you to stop Trigon, not help him come here.â Superman said, frowning.
âOne! That summoning circle is wack. Those things you piled up as offerings? Mid. Also, if you thought you could control me with those terribly written spells, youâre dead wrong. And yes, I am making puns about death.â Danny jabs an aggressive finger towards the shabby circle.
âHave you considered that maybe not every being that can be summoned wants a shit ton of useless blood? Like what if I wanted food? And two, how am I supposed to beat up Trigon if heâs still stuck in the prison realm?â
âI have a cup of coffee,â Nightwing offered. âKid Flash could probably get you food, right?â
âYep, surethinganythingyouwantyourMajesty.â
âYou wouldnât catch me alive accepting food from a speedster. You people fuck up the timelines so much,â Danny grumbled, crunching on the last of Ravenâs brothers. Raven thought she should probably sit down.
âBut youâre dead.â Batman said, something about his voice catching the sharp attention of his protĂ©gĂ©s who all started making cutting motions at him.
âFair,â Danny pointed at him, grinning. âIâll take two pizza and Nightwingâs coffee as payment for taking care of your little demon overlord problem. Raven, summon your dad.â
ââ
Didnât much like the characterization of this piece but itâs been in my drafts for a while and I needed it out
#ghost king danny#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#bruce wayne#justice league#summoning ritual#gone right#dcxdp#dpxdc#Batmanâs instant adoption tendencies#I wanted to write more heroes but tbh theyâre a lot of work#red Robin#raven teen titans#nightwing#tim drake#dick grayson#bamf danny phantom#dc impulse#kid flash#tbh I have trouble with the speedsters#I love them#but they mess up the timelines like crazy#clockwork#this was written listening to the original teen titans theme song#bc it was my goddamn childhood ok#beast boy#garfield something something
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'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in. /
starting univeristy with you has jake tumbling into a big, irrational fear of losing you to all the new cool kids in your orbit. little does he know, you'd always be rather stuck with him instead.
pairing: jake sim x fem! reader
genre: best friends to ?, fluff, slice of life. domestic and so cutesy i wanna cry. jake is an insecure wet puppy in this i wanna hold himâčïž nerdy shy introverted jakey!!!!
wc: 2.6k
a/n: building legos with jake is my deepest life dream đ thank you as always for beta reading my belovedest!!! @csenke
Eyes drifting from the small words and lined artwork in the manual to the crown of your head as you look down on the little building materializing right in your hands and then straight towards the wall behind you, Jake is almost too painfully aware of the time on the clock as you sit on top of his bed, enveloped by his red hoodie rather than the clothes he helped you pick out when you two went shopping together earlier in the day, chewing on the inside of his cheek and wondering when the time will come and you will leave his room to go do something better, something more exciting.
He curses himself in his head for being the way he is. For not being cool enough, for not being social enough to hold big parties he could invite you to, much like Lee Heeseung did, fitting snugly into your tonightâs schedule. For not being bold enough to flirt with you like all the new guys youâve been meeting since the two of you got into university. For not telling everyone he is interested in you when they first asked him the question upon meeting the two of you in your shared classes.Â
For not being loud and casual and funny like Jay is. For being nerdy and boring and maybe even a little shy.Â
He curses himself out in his head for everything that makes him him, for everything he cannot change. Itâs only been a few weeks since you two started university, and he already grew fifteen times more insecure than he was beforeâ all because the painful realization that you wonât be around him, by his side forever, finally settled in after orientationâ when he noticed the way you carry yourself and how it catches the eyes of many, and not just his.
Itâs too late now to do anything, though. He will have to watch you slip from between his fingertips, heâs fully aware. Because you were invited to Lee Heeseungâs partyâ an upperclassmanâs partyâ and an opportunity like this doesnât get declined.Â
The more heâs hypnotizing the clock on the wall, though, the more heâs concerned about the fact that youâre still residing in his dorm room instead of Lee Heeseungâs frat. And although he hates to see you leave, he doesnât have it in him to stop his curiosity as he asks.
âArenât you supposed to be⊠like⊠on your way to Heeseungâs now?â he asks, voice coated with shyness mixed with curiosity, hating every single word that came out of his mouth.
âHm?â you hum, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, a gaze that makes the boy immediately turn his head away and face his hands instead. âOh, I dunnoâŠâ you trail off, not really giving him much of an explanation.
Jake furrows his eyebrows, confused. âWhy?â
Out of the periphery of his vision, he sees you shrug. âI donât really feel like going.â
This sentence alone makes the boyâs mood immediately a thousand times better. He canât show it on his face, thoughâ that would surely raise some red flags for you. Knowing he canât face you because you can read him too well, he avoids all possible eye contact as he focuses on the Lego scattered all across his blanket.
âSuddenly?â he hums. âYou bought a whole new outfit for it, though..?â A whole new outfit that you looked great in, Jake mentally grunts. A whole new outfit to show off in in front of Lee Heeseung, a whole new outfit that hugs your figure just right and makes Jakeâs heartbeat quicken, his palms sweating as you twirled in the clothes outside of the changing room back at the store, asking him how you look.
âI can wear those clothes anywhere,â you snicker. âI dunno, Jake, I think I changed my mind about the partyâŠâ
Donât show any emotion. Donât look happy about it, Jake has to remind himself. Stay cool, calm and collected.
âWhy?â He has a lot of questions.
âWell, first of all, I donât really know these people,â you say, laughing to yourself. Jake could argue with the fact that Park Sunghoon, his new roommate for the year that you met a load of times before since you hang out with Jake in his room often, would be thereâ he doesnât, though. He listens to you as you continue. âI doubt Iâd have fun there if I donât know anyone.â
âI think meeting new people is kinda the point of a party, though, isnât it?â he notes, earning a soft chuckle out of you.
âI guess⊠But I dunno, I think the moment I got to your room and we started building these, I was completely sold on just staying over and hanging out with you instead,â you mumble, tone of voice soft and tender, making Jakeâs stomach buzz with a thousand fireflies, lighting up his intestines and making him warm all over.
He prays it doesnât mirror on his cheeks. Thereâs nothing to blush about in such a simple statement, after all.
âOh,â is the only thing that leaves his mouth, taking the new information in.
You chose to build Lego with him over going to one of the biggest frat parties of the year? You chose to hang out with him over Lee Heeseung? All of it is making Jakeâs fingertips buzz with excitement, a satisfied smile begging to jump onto his cheeksâ he keeps suppressing it, though. Heâll keep the celebrations to himself, after you leave.
âBesides,â you clear your throat, âI think it was rude of them to not⊠not invite you as well, yâknow,â you note, shrugging, all nonchalant.Â
Jakeâs ears start ringing. He didnât think youâd mention itâ he didnât even think you paid it much mind.Â
He wasnât bitter about not being invited to all the big, cool parties. He made a few new friends already, and they arenât going eitherâ itâs not like Lee Heeseung and his group are the only acquaintances he could hang out with. It stinged a little when he realized your new friend group was so much different to the one he was building for himselfâ merely because the fear of watching you detach yourself from him after seeing just how uncool he really is compared to all the fun, outgoing people you surround yourself with nowadays was too much for him to handle.
âWell, they are your friends, not mine,â he shrugs. âAnd Iâm not exactly the party type,â he justifies.
âWell, no,â you admit, âbut the invitation wouldâve been nice anyway. Youâre my best friend, of course I would wanna bring you along.â
Jake chuckles at your words. Heâs your best friendâ and something about that makes him both overjoyed and a little defeated at the same time.
âY/N, look, I wonât be mad if you still wanna go. You donât have to stay with meââ
âBut I want to,â you cut him off, finally forcing the boy to meet your eyes. You smile at him all soft and gentle, making Jake melt away and bashfully grin at your hurried argument. âIâm having much more fun building these with you than getting drunk with Lee Heeseung in a frat somewhere, trust me.â
As if to further prove your point, you nestle a little in your place and stretch your legs out as you plop your back against the perpendicular wall, landing your limbs right into Jakeâs lap. The boy swallows at the sudden act of affection from you, instinctively resting his forearms against your shins as he continues to work on the Lego set you two picked out together in the mall.
If thereâs one thing Jake enjoys doing the most, itâs Lego. His impressive collection stayed back home, though, so you insisted that he has to get at least one set to build to display in his dorm room as well. Convincing him was hard only until you told him you will get one as well and build it with him eventuallyâ not really knowing just yet that the time would come the same day, later in the evening.
The boy lets himself relax once the idea of you leaving any minute and forgetting all about him and the bond you two have is disapproved of by your own words. Eyes involuntarily landing on your face every few seconds and the relaxing, yet heart-palpitation inducing humming of a song unfamiliar to him are preventing him from fully focusing on the Lego set in his hands, making him fall behind. The realization of the fact has you furrowing your eyebrows at him once you finish building up the blocks in your own hands, shifting in your position so now youâre sitting back next to him, legs still hovering over hisâ making you basically sit in his lapâ as you speak up close to his face, having the boyâs ears ring and palms sweat, clammy with the bricks in between his fingertips.
âWhatâs taking you so long? I swear I witnessed you building that huge Star Wars ship faster than this little thing,â you giggle, taking a block from the little hoard of them on the blanket in front of you two into your hands and offering it to the boy.
âDunno,â he mumbles, swallowing hard as you help him build up the little structure, hands tangling with his, skin brushing against skin, the scent of your shampoo hitting him in the nose.Â
It only takes you two a couple more minutes to finish building the little structureâ since the Lego sets you bought were similar, which meant you already knew what you were doingâ and as the Lego flowers sit right at Jakeâs feet, he lets himself admire them for a bit.Â
âYou should put them on your table there,â you prompt, pointing towards the desk under the window thatâs sitting right opposite of Jakeâs bed. âI think it would look super cute.â
Jake nods. He thinks heâd agree with anything that ever comes out of your mouth.
âPut this one next to it,â you snicker as you drag your own Lego set into his point of vision, the sakura flowers making Jakeâs poor heart jump, twisting his head to face you.
âHuh?â he voices out. âBut thatâs yours.â
You shrug. âI bought it for you, âcause you like Legos so much,â you hum. âBesides, you can always think of me when you see it on your desk,â you nod.
Thatâs a silly idea. Jake always thinks of you.
âBut you bought it with your own money, you canât justââ
âWatch me,â you laugh as you scramble to your feet, taking both of the Lego plants and putting them into the corner of the desk, to the opposite end than his lamp is situated, admiring your interior design work.
Jake quickly follows you with a pout on his face. Itâs not that he doesnât enjoy the sentiment, noâ he just really dislikes the idea of you spending money on him.Â
âY/N, you spent money on that! I thought you were getting it so we could match andââ
You spin towards him, making the boyâs breathing hitch in his throat. It seems he didnât successfully estimate the proximity of his body to yours as he was trying to take the Lego off the table, earning himself only a few centimeters between his and your face. Looking at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging agapeâ unknowingly making himself seem like an eager, adorable puppyâ he canât help it but let his eyes roam all over your features.
âYou can buy me a real plant and Iâll keep that one on my desk, how about that?â you ask him sweetly, raising your brows at him and sending him that cute, cunning smile.Â
Something about you right in this moment is making Jakeâs blood boil hotter, your composure teasing, daring. The second your arms sneak around his neck, heâs a gonerâ he canât think of anything else besides your sheer existence and how that alone makes him feel. Whatâs worse, he canât put his attention anywhere but to your soft, plump lips.Â
He thinks heâs going crazy. This is insane. If you like playing with him, then heâs happy enough to be your toyâ anything but letting you go is good in his eyes.
He doesnât allow himself to move. Having you like this is already enough for himâ itâs far more intimate than anything heâs experienced with you, with anyone ever beforeâ and itâs just a simple hug, goddamn it. Youâre breathing the same air as you let your forehead rest against Jakeâs, the action alone making him feel weak in his knees, a fit of fireworks erupting in his stomach harder than the New Yearâs celebrations.Â
Heâs trying hard not to think about kissing you right now. Not because he doesnât want toâ no, he just believes you donât want to.Â
Because this is just what friends do on Friday evenings, right?Â
Donât get your hopes up, Jake thinks. You just finished building Lego togetherâ how much of a loser can you really be?
Not enough to stop himself from imagining, it seems.Â
Because your face moving towards his with unstoppable force can only ever be a dreamâ one heâs had far too many nights, far too often than heâd like to admit to himself.Â
It feels so real, though? He almost lets himself believe it. He almost lets himself indulge in the fantasyâ perhaps even make it a realityâ before the bubble bursts itself and all his hopes and dreams with the sound of the door opening, making you jump away from him.
You shouldâve locked the door, Jake curses at himself. Actually, noâ that would be weird.
Either way, he canât help but roll his eyes when he hears the voice of Park Sunghoon break the silence.Â
âYo, Y/N, are you coming or not? Heeseung texted me to ask about you. I can give you a lift, if you wanna, but Iâm leaving, like, right now, soâ did I interrupt something?â the taller boy finally realizes after you send him an annoyed look, the question so deadpan it has Jake cringing at the words.
âYeah, no,â you clear your throat, dropping your arms and putting some space between you and Jake. âUhmâ I⊠Iâm not going tonight. Thanks, though.â
âSo youâre staying behind with that nerd?â Sunghoon asks, a teasing glint in his grin. Jake doesnât know if he should be taking it personally.
âYeah,â you nod. âHanging with the nerd tonight,â you joke, looking behind your shoulder. The gaze you send Jake is softer, more tender than he imaginedâ something about it making heat crawl to all crevices of his body and making him immensely embarrassed, as he knows there is a blush very apparent and unhidable on his cheeks right now.
Sunghoon nods. After taking one last look between the two of you, the male shrugs. âAlright, then. Have fun!â he says as he turns to leave. Jake thinks the torture is finally over and he gets to be alone with you again, before his roommate spins on his heel and sends you two another shit-eating grin. âCan at least one of you text me if I should find a place to sleep tonight, though? I wouldnât wanna interrupt again in case you end upââ
âGet out!â you yelp, chasing after the man, threatening him with your fists and kicks.
Jake feels like burying himself alive under the cold ground and disappearing. Curse Park Sunghoon, Lee Heeseung and all the cool kids in schoolâ because it seems that one way or another, they always have a way of keeping you from him.Â
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heavy and sticky
<seonghwa x fem! Reader>
Being sensitive is one thing, being easily turned on is one thing, being perverted is one thing. But being completely enamoured with you with all three combined? Itâs just hell for Seonghwa.
Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, Seonghwa is perverted and desperate, cumming/orgasms with and without physical contact, overstimulation, masturbation, pussy eating, praise kink, cream pie, I hope this is filthy enough
A/n: Iâm doing this for Seonghwa. Happy Valentineâs Day my darlings đ
Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @sanhwajjong @interweab @mylovelymito
Seonghwa has a problem.
Technically three, but it stemmed from one. So he likes to think of it as just one, which just so happens to be you.
He doesnât know when it even started, but he thinks he remembers how at least. He knows this ridiculous crush on you fully bloomed when he saw you in a sundress that hiked up a little too high when your friend group went on a holiday, and he thinks how ridiculous it is when he lets himself grow closer and closer to you.
And now all he thinks about is how your skin would feel against his and itâd get him hard way too fucking easily. It doesnât help that you adore being around himâit doesnât help with his case at all. You stick to him like glue.
You donât know that heâs so sensitive whenever you lean your head on his shoulder, whether intentional or not, because the moment the smell of your shampoo hits his senses, he blanks him out, only filled with you, and then he has growing problem beneath his underwear. From then on, any thought he has of you just spirals into a frenzy for Seonghwa.
At this point a crush is an understatement. Heâs probably head over fucking heels for you.
What really is the cherry on the fucking icing is when he wakes from a wet dream of this fuck ass vivid dream of you and your poor pussy being completely ruined by his cock, your moans so fucking real he swears that you were really there letting him fuck you stupid, cum warm and thick in his pants when he stirs from his slumber, moans in between pants when more white spurts out of his wet and pathetic cockhead. Heâs so fucked. It would have been fine if he didnât have plans. But the fact that heâs meeting you for coffee in a few hours just makes the whole situation all the more ridiculous.
Now heâs seated across you, listening to your voice as if he didnât cum all over himself just hours before the both of you meet. But thank the gods the remnants of a dream donât last for long. Seonghwa likes to believe that heâs holding up well, and he is, taking sips of his iced drink, listening intently. He thinks youâre so pretty when you blink and break away your eye contact before your gaze flutters back to him, bright and cheerful as you run your mouth. Seonghwa wonders to himself how should he keep you smiling and glowing like that for him.
And then suddenly the thought of you under him, completely undone and messed upâeyes rolled back every time he fits his cock right inside youâhas him blinking and sitting upright. Fuck. He adjusts his pants, obviously it doesnât help, not when any point of friction is a contender to making him just cum right there and then. It takes Seonghwa almost all of his willpower to hold himself back and not palm his erection.
Seonghwa tries his best to slip back into the conversation the both of you were having, but he can barely pay attention, his gaze is flickering from your face to your body, to your lips and there he goes, his jaw clenched and his body begins to heat up. He doesnât know how heâs able to pull through the coffee date with you, but the moment he slams the car door and starts the engine, he already knows whoâs etched in his mind while he lets himself cum when he reaches home.
Itâs a vicious cycleâthe more he meets you, the more he craves for you, and then he asks you out to meet you even more. Seonghwa canât help itâyouâre like dopamine to him.
His wet dreams merge into his fantasiesâafter meeting you, he would reach home, pent up and so fucking horny that he canât thinkâonly filled with filthy thoughts of you. The one that fucks him over the most so far? Definitely the one where he almost loses composure when he watches you stretch when you were working out with him at the gym. He imagines himself tearing a hole in the tights you wear that hugs your ass so perfectly, no panties, just your bare, wet cunt exposed to the cool air before he slides himself in, listening to you choke on your moans while you cry about him stretching you open, and dirtying the mats below the both of you, while heâs completely lost in the warmth of your pussy. Needless to say, the combination of a pumping heart rate and the rush of endorphins results in a thick, veiny erection in his shorts, which he could barely hide if it wasnât for the fact that he wears shorts on the looser end. By the time he reached the bathroom of his apartment, cum would leak past the opening of his shorts and heâd be panting, overstimulating himself until he softens.
The extent of the catastrophe? Which was single handedly the worst and best thing that ever happened. It had gone to the extent that the sound of your voice would drive him over the edge. Seonghwaâs mind is hazy with his legs open, fucking his hand. Until his phone screen suddenly lights up.
With your caller ID flashing across the screen.
Seonghwa knows he shouldnât fucking do this.
But he canât stop. The thought of hearing your voice just over the phone while he fucks his hand overrides any ounce of rationale he has, especially when heâs completely clouded in pleasure.
So he slides to answer.
âHello? Hwa?â
Fuck. The way your voice just right at his ears. Seonghwa shivers slightly at thought of you seated before him, watching him with his shirt ridden up all the way past his perky tits while he bucks his hips into his hand.
âH-hey. Whatâs up, y/n?â
Heâa edging himself, his strokes going slower, trying to compose himself, so he doesnât give himself away, sweat beading down his temple and down his abs, his thighs twitching at every stroke he gives himself when your voice floods his ear.
âSeonghwa!â Your voice echoes through the loudspeaker, and Seonghwa bites back a groan at the way youâre calling his name, precum oozes out of the silt of his cockhead.
âAre you busy right now?â You ask.
He definitely is. âNo Iâm-hngh-not.â Fuck. Heâs going breathless.
âYou sure? You sound funny Seonghwaâ you respond, wondering why his voice is suddenly an octave lower.
âYeah. Yeah. Iâm good. Fuckâ, he heaves, failing at controlling his ragged breathing. It just feels so good hearing you call his name while he keeps leaking. He wonders how long he can keep himself sane while talking to you.
But you already caught wind of itâthe breathlessness, the soft whines that escapes in between the words he says, the way his voice goes deeper. Youâre not dumb. He just sucks at trying to hide it all.
And youâre also craving for him just as much as he is for you.
âDo you wanna open the door so I can help you out with that?â
Seonghwaâs phone clatters onto the floor, his eyes widen in shock. Shit. You found out.
And youâre outside his apartment. He wonders how he should approach thisâignoring you completely, blowing you off, making an excuse or just let you in? But the thought of him being caught by you only rouses him further, and he knows how much of a fucking pervert that makes him. He swallows hard as he pulls up his boxers, picking up his phone before he reaches for the door, his heart pounding in his ears.
There you are, standing right before him with the most poker face, before your fingers snakes around his wrist, shutting the main door as you lead him to his bedroom.
Seonghwa lands on his bed with you on top of him, a coy smile spreading across your cheek as you tilt his chin up with your finger, admiring the way he licks his plump lips in anticipation, his eyes wide and so entranced. His boxers are drenched to the point where youâre able to see the shape of his cockhead.
You make him watch you drop each piece of clothing onto the floor, agonisingly slow, almost like a strip tease and Seonghwa is eating up every single part of it until youâre just towering over him with you lingerie on. You sit on his lap, dangerously close to his erection.
âI was just about to ask you if you wanted to hang out since I was in the area. But I guess you had other plans, hmm?â You ask, tugging against the waistband of his underwear, the mild friction of fabric against his sensitive cock pulling a gasp out of the male.
You tug, and he lets you, his cock springing out as his boxers are strewn somewhere.
âDo you want me to touch you?â You ask, letting your hands rest on his thighs, giving him slow rubs, watching his cock twitch with every squeeze.
âPlease. Touch me. Fuck meâ, he says, albeit breathlessly, his fingers fisting against his bedsheets. Shame doesnât exist in his vocabulary now.
Heâs so fucking sensitive right now that the moment your hands start pumping his length, he already feels like heâs about to blow his load, but he forces himself to not to, even though strings of his sanity continue to snap one by one. Seonghwaâs cock is heavy against his abdomen, the previous edging session making his cock more sensitive than before, completely soaked and sticky. He swears you donât know how long heâs been craving for this, needing this.
Youâre soaked enough as it is, and the way Seonghwa is looking at you, so wet and desperate, his eyes so glazed out. You think he looks pretty when heâs on the verge of tears.
Maybe you should start taking advantage of it from now on.
Your fingers rest under his chin. âHow long have you been touching yourself thinking of me?â You ask, his cock resting on your ass. He feels like heâs about to break.
âA whileâ, he mutters.
âMade you wait, didnât I?â
Surprisingly he shakes his head, eyes still glued to yours. Even after all the perverse thoughts he flooded his mind with of you, he thinks it was worth every second to waitâhe just didnât expect it to come down to this so soon. You cup his jaw with your hands this time, leaning in to press your lips against his, sending his mind into a completely spiral at the taste of you. Seonghwa canât get enough of the way youâre swirling your tongue against his, swiping his bottom lip, giving his bottom lip gentle bites and he chases after the sensation like starved person, his hand pressing against the back of your neck while the other is soft against your jaw. Itâs passionate and so hungry for that few short minutes before you pull away, watching Seonghwa swallow hard as the sticky fluids from his cock stain your ass. Well? Not like you minded.
You pull your panties to the side, lifting your hips over his swollen cock, slowly sinking down, inch by inch, watching Seonghwaâs abdomen flex, while Seonghwa watches you with glazed eyes.
âFuck. Oh fuckkkkk. So good. Youâre so fucking warmâ, he whimpers. Seonghwa swears he came just a little when heâs fully seated in you. His face contorts as he sinks into the pillows beneath him, trying to control his breathing as he shuts his eyes.
Heâs so adorable, you think to yourself, watching him completely melt when heâs inside you. His hands are spread out on your thighs, then becoming a grip when you start moving, slowly creating a rhythm to bounce off his cock, the wet sounds of skin slapping growing louder by the seconds.
âThatâs it, baby. Youâre doing so well for meâ, you sigh, your mind plunged in the depths of pleasure as you bounce on his cock, watching Seonghwa with his thick furrowed eyebrows before he slowly opens them, his eyes rolling back.
He feels like heâs in heaven. Seonghwa thinks like it canât get any better than this. Your moans are the only thing he hears, your cunt swallowing him is the only thing he feels.
Then the feeling hitsâthe feeling of wanting to burst. He stares up at you with a pleading gaze before he says, âgonna cum. Oh my fuck.â His head is spinning with stars, vision clouded with a dizzy white before he stills in you, holding your thighs down as he fills your cunt with spurts of warm cum. Seonghwaâs moans are pitched and they sound so fucking pornographicâit makes you want to overstimulate him over and over till he completely breaks. Heâs breathless, moans turning into whines when you donât lift yourself off him just yet, and squeezing his cock.
The base of his cock is slowly growing thick and sticky with cream and cum, but Seonghwa is craving for more. He is insatiable. His arms wrap around you, and in one swift motion, youâre suddenly below him. He pretty much folds you into halfâwell, mostly bending your legs and letting him stare at your sopping pussy like a fucking pervert as he pulls out and slides in again, watching the way his cum seeps out of you on top of forming thick strings of cum. Gods, you swear Seonghwa is such a perfect pervert.
âLet me eat you out, please. Want you to cum on my face, y/nâ, he pleads, even though heâs already lowering himself down to your cunt. âIâll make sure you feel so fucking good. Please.â
You giggle, tangling your fingers in Seonghwaâs hair, stroking his soft locks.
âIf you do, you can cum in me as many times as you want.â
Your reply alone sends the poor man into the fucking heavens, having him pull your completely cum soiled underwear off your hips before latching his tongue against your soft and creamy folds.
Fuck. Seonghwa thinks he found his heaven.
Repeated flicks with this tongue against your clit pulls loud moans out of you, the way his tongue rubs against it over and over again, his eyes staring up at you like an angelâs.
Soon enough, your fingers are tugging against his hair while you drive him deeper into your cunt. Seonghwa canât help but rut against the bedsheets to your moans, his eyes shutting from time to time from the friction of his cock and the sound of your voice as you call out his name whenever he hits a sweet spot.
âHwa, Iâm cumming. Oh, youâre such a good boyâ, you mutter, shifting your hips as you fuck against his wet tongue, and Seonghwaâs hands are holding your hips down, your clit pulsing erratically on his tongue when your orgasm floods your senses. He watches the way youâre squirmingâthe way your head falls back, your legs spread open, the way youâre calling out, âSeonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa!â when youâre rapidly falling apart on his tongue. The grip on your hips tighten, soft gasps and pants leave his lips as red flushes against his cheeks once more.
Your thighs clamp against his head as slick and cream dirties the sheets beneath you, the sensitivity ramping up in levels once your high wears off. Nonetheless his tongue is still lapping up your cum like heâs dehydrated, and your thighs relax to let him off. He looks so fucking pussydrunk that it makes your head spin.
Seonghwa sits up, albeit shakily, and you see why. His cum sits in a puddle where he was lying down on the bedsheets, some trickling down his thighs. You canât help but smile, crawling towards him to close the distance between the both of you, stopping right before him to kiss his jaw.
âTell me all your fantasies about me, Hwa. Letâs make them all come trueâ, you hum calmly, rubbing his inner thighs gently, watching his eyes form hearts as more thick white spurts out of his red cockhead.
You know he still has rounds to go.
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