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bernardsbendystraws · 1 month ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐌.𝐒.

SUMMARY ʚɞ Moments where Matt shows you how much he's gonna miss you before tour.

CW ʚɞ Smut, fluff, and angst. Crying, needy sex, raw sex, creampie, p n v, kissing, teasing, begging, and more.

PAIRING ʚɞ Reader x Matt Sturniolo

A/N: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. This is pretty long, but half of it is smut (very emotional intimacy)

With love and big tits, Rose ➜ navigation

Tour. Sad yet exciting.

You’re thrilled for your boyfriend, but you’re also a little depressed. He’s gonna be gone for so long, a busy schedule that will make calling a difficult task between different time zones and all the other chaos.

Matt knows he’s gonna miss you. He’s enthralled by the idea of traveling around with Nick and Chris, but he’s less than happy about the thought of leaving you.

The last day before he leaves, he shows you how much he’s really gonna miss you.

01: Really Gonna Miss You.

“Baby,” Matt husks, trying to kiss lightly on the side of your neck as he spoons you from behind.

You hazily grumble in response. Matt bites on his lower lip, nuzzling the tip of his nose beneath your ear as he hums against you.

“Wanna go get breakfast?” he offers. Your eyes peek open. He feels his cheeks flush with a soft smile as you gleam over at him.

The slight nod you offer makes his heart fill with a feathery warmth, his hand on your lower stomach massaging slightly as he places another delicate kiss on the side of your neck.

“Hmmm, good,” he purrs, his breath fanning behind your ear making your body twinge with delight, “-gonna take you on a full adventure today. Makeup for all the missed time before and after the tour, alright?”

Even though you’ve just woken up, you still feel like you’re dreaming. He’s just so sweet—so passionate and kind. You can’t help but clutch your hand on top of his, squeezing as he pulls you even closer.

A slight laugh purses through your lips as you attempt to get up. Matt is reluctant to let you out of his hold, but eventually allows you to move, following you as you get ready.

He gets dressed after you, making sure to coordinate his outfit to yours. The sight of him holding up articles of clothing against your outfit to match the colors perfectly makes your heart pulse in your chest.

You’re really gonna miss him.

Matt notices your face falling as you sit on the bed, waiting for him to finish getting dressed. He has jeans on, the shirt still laying on the duvet, but he doesn’t care.

“Hey,” he coos, standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands as he gleams down at you with a soft worry. “-what’s up, sweetheart?” he asks.

Your lips twitch with sadness. Staring up towards the ceiling, you blink profusely, shaking your head as you feel his fingers glide delicately over your cheeks.

Matt kneels down, guiding your eyes to his as he holds your face with a gentle grip. Your lip wobbles as you stare at him, the thought of him being so far away starting to really sink in.

“What’s going on?” he questions, his voice soft yet deliberate.

Your heart clenches in your chest, a lump in your throat making it harder to breathe as you choke out the words, “I…just—’m really gonna miss you.”

Matt’s face falls as he sees a singular tear stride down your cheek. It takes all of his effort to keep his own emotions at bay, wanting to comfort you and make sure you’re happy with the little time you two have left together before he leaves.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he soothes, his knees shuffling across the ground as he moves closer to you.

Matt drops his hands from your face, letting them slide down your arms before he clutches your hands on his own, resting the tangled fingers on top of your knees as he stares up at you with pure devotion.

“-’m sorry, I’m—I’m trying not to think about it—”

He interrupts your stumbling words, clutching your hands tighter as he leans down, pressing soft kisses along each of your knuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers, pushing the back of your palm against his cheek. The feeling of his light stubble tickling into your skin makes your gut flutter with comfort. You take a deep breath, watching as he starts to kiss along your hands, his lips warm and gentle.

“I’m gonna miss you too. So much.”

His voice is strained. You can’t help but feel your eyes fog with more tears, embracing the moment as you think of the painful thought of waking up alone.

02: The Day of Dates.

After brunch, Matt refused to let the adventures end there. It’s been an eventful day, the sun barely above the horizon as you sit in his car, looking over the cliffside as the smell of McDonalds floods the car.

Your face flushes as you feel him staring at you. All the food left you feeling full, but he left you feeling complete.

Shifting, you adjust in the passenger seat, the feeling of his hand clasped around your thigh squeezing lightly.

He really loves to touch you. It’s always been a big part of how he shows his love, and you have no complaints. However, today has been different. It’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you for even a millisecond.

“You’re so beautiful.” he compliments, leaving over the center console to press a kiss to your cheek. The gentle touch of his lips leaves your stomach fluttering, your lips pursing together into a tight line as you keep your gaze trained on the cotton candy sky through the front windshield.

“Matt, you’re supposed to be watching the sunset.” you remark, biting on your lower lip as you feel one of his hands callus beneath your chin, pulling your gaze towards him.

God.

The look in his eyes makes you feel like you're melting. Your chest hitches with a sharp breath, your eyes softly falling shut as you feel his lips press against your own.

No matter how many times you kiss him, it’s always the same feeling—sensations of pure bliss paired with a passionate comfort.

Matt pulls back, smiling as he watches you slowly blink your eyes open towards him. “I don’t care about the sunset,” he purrs, leaning his forehead against your own as you feel the tip of his nose graze yours, “-not as much as I care about you.”

03: Home.

Coming home created more desperation. The day is over, your last day is practically gone.

Matt’s lips are needy. His tongue plunders into your mouth with a romantic yearning.

Hungrily, he kisses down your neck, his lips wandering around your breasts and down your stomach. “Can’t-” his lips grasp for air as he whispers against your skin, kissing you relentlessly as if he needs it more than air. “-get.” kiss. “-enough of you.” kiss. kiss. kiss.

Your mouth draws open as you feel his length slide against your dripping cunt. Clothes had been discarded long ago, but he couldn’t seem to stop kissing you.

He’s always loved foreplay and making out, but this is more than that, this is pure longing—absolute desperation.

Every second feels like hours. The sensation of a wet slick dripping from your heat is painfully apparent. Matt is selfish taking his time with you, trying to absorb every single sound leaving your lips as if he’s trying to remember this forever.

“Matt, I—I need you.” you plea, your chest rising and falling with gasping breaths as you clutch onto his biceps while he hovers above you.

“Hmmm, just,” he nips lightly on your nipple, his hand sliding up and down your waist, “-a little longer. Need this, baby. Need it so bad.” he groans.

A sharp whine erupts from the back of your throat as you feel his throbbing length slide over your clit. Your body automatically chases the friction, a deep moan vibrating from his lips as you grind your hip against him.

“Stay still.” he directs, his voice firm but gentle. You can’t help but shake your head vigorously, the ache between your legs unbearable as you repeat the motions. “Fuck.” he seethes, grasping tightly onto your waist, trying to keep you in place.

Tears are bubbling on your lower lash line. Matt’s ears perk at the sound of a real cry falling from your lips, looking up and sparing a sympathetic frown as he watches a tear cascade down your cheek.

“Oh, baby…” he coos, wiping the wetness off your face before placing a gentle peck to your lips. Matt looks into your eyes, sinking his hips to glide against your sobbing pussy as he watches your eyes roll with relief.

“Matt, please.” you cry, your nails piercing into his arms as he readjusts himself slowly.

“Need me to fuck you now, hm?” he asks, gliding his cock through your wetness as you vigorously nod your head. “Been teasin’ you too much, huh?” he tuts, slowly starting to push the tip of his length against your entrance, mocking your facial expression as your mouth drops into a perfect ‘O.’

“Please, please, please—oh!” you gasp, your chest hitching as your body freezes.

The sensation of his length gliding into your hole making every pore on your skin burn, the stretch of his thick, veiny cock making you let out a broken moan.

“That’s it, baby, c’mon, take it all for me,” he coos, hovering back on top of you as he pets his fingers over your cheek, slightly pulling out to let your slick coat his length before gliding right back in. “God,” he groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck as your walls clutch around his member tightly.

He starts to gently rock his hips, his shoulders broadening with pride as he hears satisfied noises erupt from your lips.

“Matt, it—I—mmmm,” you moan, completely at a loss for words as he ruts into you deeply, using precision to make sure he hits the perfect spot that makes your body tense with each thrust.

Your sticky walls are grasping around his length so tightly that it’s hard to focus on anything but trying not to cum. Matt accidentally lets his instincts take over, a loud scream falling from your lips at a particularly hard thrust.

“Sorry, I’m—’m sorry, fuck,” he groans, rocking himself in and out of you, completely lost in the way you feel—the way you sound. “-you feel so good.” he purrs.

Your gut is twisted in knots. Every part of your body is pulsing with pleasure, words hard to find as you feel his movements speed up a little more, never losing any depth as he plunges his cock inside of you with deliberate intent.

“Matt, I–it’s—close, baby, close,” you squeal, your breath stuck in your throat as his thick cock hits right where you need him to.

“C’mon, you—you got it,” he praises, hissing as you start to convulse around his length.

Your body is shaking, your face contorted with utter bliss as hot waves of euphoria crash over you. Matt feels his balls tighten, his high dangerously close as he tries to ride you through your own orgasm.

“Sweetheart, gotta—need—’m gonna cum, where do you—”

Matt is cut off as your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. He whimpers, trying to hold off, crying out as you hold him in place even tighter.

Usually, you don’t let him finish inside of you, but right now you need it. You need it deep, hard, and raw.

You need to be full.

“Inside, Matt. Please.”

Your voice is strained from all the overstimulation. Matt’s hips are tensing, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he leans against your shoulder, struggling to keep himself propped up.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asks, getting cut off by an elongated moan as he feels your walls pulse around him.

“I need it. Need you to fill me up—”

The words barely leave your mouth. Matt can’t help but lose any restraint, allowing himself to let go as the warmth of his cum erupts deep inside of you.

Your hands tangle in his hair. He lets his body fall limp on top of you, his lungs burning as he gasps for air.

And then the sad thought crashes over you again.

He’s leaving tomorrow. Tonight is all you have.

Matt slowly retracts his softening dick, trying to not stare as he watches his cum drip from your swollen pussy lips. You laugh as he nearly drools, his eyes trained on the sight as he stands up.

“Sorry.” he blushes, rushing to get a damp cloth.

The second he leaves, you feel a wave of defeat.

You’re not ready to wake up alone, you’re not ready to feel so far from him.

Matt comes back quickly, apologizing under his breath as he cleans you up with a damp cloth. He notices the sad look on your face as he tries to hand you your underwear, knowing you usually like to at least have panties on when sleeping.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, throwing the article of clothing back onto the ground carelessly as you hold an arm open for him.

Matt slides on his back, resting against the pillows as you practically lay on top of him. “Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, feeling the dampness of your tears leak onto his neck, pulling you impossibly closer as you sniffle.

“I—I…gonna—’m gonna miss you.” you stammer, choking on tears as you clutch onto him closer.

His face furrows, his eyes fogging with an overflowing warmth as he loses his ability to hold his own tears back.

“I’m gonna miss you too. So much.” he whispers.

Matt continues to hold you in his arms. The two of you both fight off sleep as you try to take advantage of every minute you have left together. Random jokes, reminiscent memories…anything and everything is talked about under the moon until the sun starts to peek out into the sky.

He’s exhausted. Waking up, he shuts off his alarm as quickly as possible, sighing in relief as he sees you still sound asleep. But he doesn’t regret it. In fact, he knows this night will keep him going when he starts to miss you really badly.

He knows it’s gonna be okay as long as he’s coming home to you.

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livelaughlovesubs · 6 months ago

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Dom!reader x sub!scarletella

Warning: fictional stuff - stimulation through a separate object (?), inspired by some fanarts (artists are amazing), teasing, degrading pet names

I’m seeing so many fanarts that have this implanted and I HAVE to do something about my horniness that’s holding me back from working so, as far as I understand, for mr. Scarlettela his real body is his umbrella or it’s at least connected to him - anyway, can’t believe I’m writing about homicipher bruh, I feel ashamed T^T

!!Spoiler warning!! This is not canon but has some elements from it

He is a good boy, he really is! Well, maybe not at all times, but he’s trying his best for you. And haven’t you seen just how much he loves and trusts you? He’s basically devoted to you! Like a faithful follower~ Handing the red umbrella he always carries over to you so easily, when he normally would never let anyone touch it, let alone give or lend it. It’s just proof of how much he likes you!

So why were you so mean and destroyed it? You like him, didn’t you know that his umbrella is connected to him? Why were you hurting him. He didn’t understand, he didn’t even know what to do. Because in the end, he still liked you.

Now this over 8 feet tall creature was kneeling in front of you, head lowered in confusion as he stared at the concrete floor. You were still holding the now broken umbrella, scoffing as you stared down at his rather pathetic form. It wasn’t entirely broken, just some bend metal and rough ends, or a little tear here and there. Yet for some reason his clothes were torn and disheveled, hands shaking slightly as he kept mumbling the words ‘I don’t understand’ or ‘I like you’ over and over again. At first he seemed intimidating, but now you didn’t have an ounce of fear left.

There must have been a connection between him and this umbrella. Instead of speculating, best just ask him.

Slowly you pointed the long object in your hand at him, the tip pushed below his chin as you made him look up at you. His round, almost completely dark eyes stared right at you, one side was covered by his crimson hair. There were tears steaming down his cheeks, he was crying, how unexpected. The two of you locked eyes for a few seconds, and you wondered what you should do about this crazed man.

While their language was hard to grasp at first, you were getting the hang of it by now. “This umbrella, is you?” The meaning of the question itself was unbelievable, but since this ghost realm exists, maybe your hypothesis wasn’t that out of place. “Yes. Me body.” Look at that, you were right. That explains why he suddenly got so sad. You groaned internally and pulled your arm back, using the umbrella as a cane instead.

As you were still thinking over your next step, his hands reached out to you hesitantly, and softly tugged at the ends of your coat. After stretching the fabric out a little, he leaned his forehead against it, mumbling almost inaudibly, “please don’t go, I like you.” You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth subconsciously moving upwards as you snickered, “What?” His grip got a little tighter and his hand trembled from tensing his muscles so much, then he said a little louder, “I like you, don’t you like me?”

God you wanted to laugh, this was so sad it was laughable. How in the world did he come to that conclusion? In that moment, you had a lot to say t0 him, but due to the language barrier you couldn’t convey it really well. So you just talked to yourself, needing some time to vent.

“Oh you poor thing.” You chuckled in your own language, the one he didn’t understand. “What am I supposed to do with a perv like you?” He looked up at you again, wanting to ask what you said if not for your shoes that were pressing against his chest. “..what?” The person- or monster asked, but he didn’t resist your touch and leaned back, following your guidance. From earlier up to this point, he has been kneeling, just this time he was also using his arms behind his back to stabilise himself.

Without changing the almost arrogant look in your eyes, you used the gift he gave you to trace some imaginary lines on his body. The tip glided from his jawline to the tip of his chin, and you asked, “your name?” The heavy tension was something he also caught on, and he hesitated, not knowing to what this would lead. He shook his head, forcing out a “don’t know…”

You hummed slowly, showing you understood the message. Nonetheless, you continued to move the tip down his neckline all the way to his toned collarbones, “I’ll give you a name.” His eyes widened even more, it made him look objectively creepier, but you thought he looked like a dumb puppy. All big eyed, bearing a deep need and raw desire in his pupils. “How about,” then, just like drawing with a stick in the mud, you traced the word, “Scarlet,” over his chest, simultaneously voicing out the word.

He shuddered as the hard surface scribbles around his torso, squeezing his lips together while he tried to stay still for you. You weren’t being exactly gentle there. When you stopped to glance at him, he quickly nodded. That wasn’t the end to your little play yet, and you slid the pointy end across his abs and stomach, down to his thighs, making him spread them a little wider, “I gave you a name, so you’ll be my servant from now on. Understood?” This has been said in your language, but you hoped he’ll get the overall meaning.

Again he nodded. In his head, being your servant meant you liked him, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t keep him around! So how could he ever say no.

“Use your mouth.” You ordered, digging the tip into his flesh a little, and he answered shortly after, “I understand, me happy.” Sweat was forming on his forehead, and his previous crying ceased. Instead a faint taint of pink covered his cheeks, and he stared at you almost manically. “Good.” You said, which was basically a praise— right? —and he smiled, a shaky, breathless one.

A little behind you was a chair, and you dragged it closer to the still kneeling man below you. Even you were starting to get tired of standing, so you sat down in a comfortable position. “What now.” You said to yourself, not really paying him any attention anymore. It would be nice if you had a collar, would red or black look better on him? But your resources were limited, and you didn’t exactly have a lot of things with you as well. That’s when you absentmindedly thought over what you did own.

Besides that crowbar you’ve found down here, you really didn’t have a lot. Well, you also had a broken umbrella now— hold up, that’s right, you own him now. A rather sadistic thought came to mind, and you pondered to what limit you could control him with this red, unusual umbrella. Would he feel your presence when you just hold it? You got lost in your thoughts again, fumbling with the torn textile and the handle. This didn’t stop until a strange sound caught your attention.

Your eyes left the red batch of fabric in your hands, and instead wandered to the other red thing in the room. He crawled into a ball, arms folded in front of his body while his head pressed against the ground. It looked like he was in pain again, though you weren’t sure if these noises were whimpers of pain or pleasure. “You okay?” You eventually asked, and he whispered in a higher pitch, “me okay..!”

Once again your gaze returned to the umbrella. He must be in this state due to something you did, and so you tightened your grip around the handle while mindlessly drawing a line with your index finger on the panel. As expected, his shoulder jerked upwards even more, and he rolled more together, as if he wanted to take up as little space as possible. His entire body was twitching, also for some reason his coat was only hanging off his arms now.

“You are into it.” You commented, not even too shocked to learn this rather unnecessary fact. At least you can have your fill of fun with this. “What about this?” Suddenly you started moving your hand up and down the handle, rubbing the umbrella panel with the other hand. It was a truly humbling experience to do something implied sexual to a literal object, but your eyes were glued to the ghost before you, so you didn’t even notice how weird it must have looked.

And sure enough, there was a change in his behaviour, he got louder. Your smile widened involuntarily, and your pace also got quicker and rougher. Oh fucking hell, if he was really feeling that kind of sensations, you won’t be able to stop yourself. It was like you were hypnotised, concentrated on nothing but his expressions. On the different ways his face twisted into one of ecstasy.

A big, dark, lunatic grin, paired with fanatic eyes that were ripped wide open. Some hints of a scarlet blush covering his face while sweat rolled down his face. Those perverse sounds he made were proof of the probably internal pleasure he felt, and he quivered all over, still bend down on the floor. Now that you’ve got a better grasp of what was happening, you realized he was crawled together to hide something.

“Ngh, hgGnn- ah..! Please…♥︎～” he whined at your feet, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and landing on the floor. You’ve been fumbling with the handle for some time, so you’ve gotten bored again and was curious about if the textile was a part of his being as well. Without a second thought, you simply stuck two fingers between the folds, and you were met with a heavily muffled moan.

“Arghhh-…MmmHFfffF～ ♡♡♥︎” Once he felt your touch, he bit into his own palm to quiet himself down. At some point he started crying again, glistening tears decorating his already ruined face. You didn’t think his reaction would be this good, this lewd, whatever you did, he must have liked it a lot. Which is why, despite the absurdity of your actions, you moved your fingers in and out of the holes or just randomly caressed whatever part you felt like touching.

Out of nowhere you felt something tugging at your coat again, it gave off a sense of Deja vu. Of course it was him, who was only pinching the corner of it with a shaky hand. His grip had lost any strength compared to before, and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. “What?” You asked him, though you didn’t stop your administrations. He cried out when he opened his mouth to speak, breaking down in front of you, for your entertainment only.

“Haaaa-HnnGh… wait, p-please wait-!♡” Was he telling you it was too much? It’s making you want to overstimulated him even more. He was being so pathetic it was cute. Without wasting a single second, you went as fast as you could, blatantly ignoring his pleads. Based on your own observations, he must have been close, if he was similar to a real person. “Feels good?” You asked, to make sure he was alright. He didn’t reply again and only nodded all weakly, but you’ll let it slide this time.

He felt so hot and strange, it was a nice but unfamiliar feeling. Not only that, he felt something burning building up inside him and it was threatening to spill. That’s why he wanted you to slow down. Poor thing was confused, absolutely baffled what this warm feeling was. Is it love? It must be love. He loved you and you loved him after all. All in all it wasn’t a bad feeling, and since you seemed happy, he is too!

Another sudden wave of pleasure coursed through him, his eyes were clouded with lust and bliss, and the dirty whimpers that slipped past his lips got more erotic by the second. How desperate and lovesick he sounded, begging, pleading, squirming and trashing around on the spot. Thighs pressed together while his toes curled, back arched as a last moan ripped from his throat, “nnNgGHhh ♡♥︎ ♡～” Just as you predicted, that must have been his climax. Now’s the question, did he came in his pants? Did such things still have a reproductive system?

My my, it seems that is the case, whatever it was it seeped through the dark fabric of his trousers, causing an even darker spot to appear.

You only caught glimpses of it since he was hiding his own body so much, but you were content nevertheless. Since he was so obedient the entire time, you decided to be nice to him with the limited vocabulary you had. “Cute.” His kneeling figure was still shuddering and twitching, ragged gasps and pants were also coming from him. But for him, the only thing he could hear was your voice ringing and echoing in his mind, as well as the awfully loud beats of his own heart.

After all this time, you finally praised him! Well you did before but this time he was sure of it! And you found him cute! He was so happy he couldn’t stop grinning. That’s when you said, “do you want anything?” It was to kind of make up for making a fool out of him, or maybe for breaking his umbrella. He didn’t even think before quickly turning his head up, slurring out, “g-give me you name?” You blinked, that wouldn’t have been what you wished for but oh well. Right before you simply told him the answer you stopped yourself, and responded teasingly, “call me master.”

You weren’t sure if he knew the meaning behind it, but it didn’t matter. He had a blank look for a few seconds, mumbling to himself, most likely repeating that word a thousand times. While he did that, he let his head hang low again, facing the floor. His hair hid his face really well, and you couldn’t read his expression. “You alright?” You asked once the silence started to make you feel uneasy.

He placed both his hand on the floor and leaned down, until his face was hovering centimetres above your shoe, and he whispered eagerly, excessively so, “I’m happy, master. I love you.” Before kissing the tip of your shoe. You stared down in disbelief, a shiver running down your spine. He was more of a freak than you thought.

The moment he was done, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, proceeding to yank on it, making him face you on eye-level while he gasped in surprise. Your other hand clutched the umbrella more tightly, causing him to groan slightly. “Stupid dog.” You chuckled with a sinister smile spread across your face, watching as hearts appeared in the middle of his pupils.

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merakidoll · 5 months ago

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Rock your body

synopsis ˚ෆ 𐙚 : short stories for some of your favorite Jujutsu kaisen men + Eren Yeager, with their bimbo lover at the gym

tags ˚ෆ 𐙚 : black chubby reader! bimbo reader! oral ( f and m ), backshots, sideways sex, ab riding. lots of cum, and pet name. won’t lie eren’s part is really miren and was for me sooo

mirah note! ˚ෆ 𐙚 : i deleted this and i’m not sure whyyy … so it’s a repost 🤗

✧.* Geto And Gojo - Planks !

like everything— the two boyfies found the gym and you as a competition. you were quite used to this actually, loving how competitive they got and how it was always a win for yourself!so, when they brought you down to the at home gym— telling you to lay on the pretty pink blanket and open your mouth, your little brain couldn’t process what was gonna happen. but you were sooo excited! “princess. me and gojo are gonna see who can do the longest plank while you suck our cocks, okay?” geto talked to you slowly, dumbing down his words so you could understand.

replying to his words with a big smile and glassy eyes. he knew— as always that you were one hundred percent on board. “who’s first, daddy?” the men looked between one another— gojo’s tight gym shorts falling to the ground as he got into position. geto crouched beside you both, watching his twink already have some effect just from your breath blowing over his cock. pressing start going sunk down into your throat, you automatically start gagging around him. your throat contracting against his tip with pre-cum coming out.

“o-oo fuck!” it was barely thirty seconds and gojo’s arms were trembling, dick jerking into your pretty mouth. once you got comfortable with the position and his length, you began to bob your head. spit and cum dripped down your chin as you focused on tasting him, while geto used his thumb to wipe a little of the mixed saliva from your mouth that was going to fall on your dress. he’s looking your in the eyes as he tastes the flavor groaning, head falling back the his hair coming out of the ponytail.

your pussy pulsated. cunt dripping at everything that was happening— mind so clouded with wanting to be touched while also pleasing your men. though, one minute in, gojo started to fuck your face; lewd moans and praises spouting from his mouth. icy blue eyes shut, him cursing to himself because he was close. “s-suck harder baby, righttt SHIT! thereee ohfuck! m’cumming! f-filling my pretty baby’s m-mouth!” you took all of his ropes like a big girl, small chokes from swallowing his cum— still sucking on his red tip. after the feeling has surpassed, gojo fell beside you heavily breathing with his limp cock.

“two minutes? you suck!” you pouted, overestimating gojo’s limits.

✧.* Choso - Push Ups And Pussy Eating !

“c-cho calm down!” your thighs were shaking so much it hurt. the man had been at it for hours, raising his body and lowering himself— using his tongue to bring you so so close then take it away, but the small up he had to do. right now, his tounge fucked in between your gummy walls. your hips pushing against his face making a mess over his pretty features, almost orgasming at the tip of his tongue. but once the feel of pressure bubbled within your stomach— it was taken away.

choso’s moving his face and going up, smirking as he hovered above you. “w-why?” you asked, glossy eyes so doey and sad that it did something to his cock. instead of answering you, he went back down between your legs. softly kissing your thighs before he continued his teasing. but one small kiss to your clit— and he knew there would be no more going back up. choso started to devour your cunt. small tugs at your clits that he let go and licked his way down to your hole that dripped on the gym mat.

he pat himself on the back for his at home gym as he made you fuck him back. pushing your body up and down so he’d slide in and out of your cunt gently. you both were applauded by how much you creamed against his tonguy— his face, along with his mat getting drenched while your body felt like it was on fire.

“what’s next sweetpea? let’s see what we can do while daddy does jumping jacks.”

✧.* Nanami - Squats While Fucking !

his grunts went all throughout the empty gym. you two were actually playing a really dangerous game, but that was all a part of the fun! “you there baby?” nanami’s soothing deep voice whispered in your ear. you could only moan, spit all over the white beater that was drenched in his sweat.

was it weird to say his sweat didn’t taste so bad?

his knees buckled as he went down for another set of ten. his legs muscles flexing as the squat burned him in a delicious way— but the way you bounced on his cock had to be better.

“s’big!” you said almost dreamily. nanami’s touching the sweet sensitive spot over and over which made you feel so foggy. your pussy clamped down on him, as he went down for his final stretch. your hands shaking, pulling at his blond roots— pussy squirting out all of what he made of you. you could only whimper against his neck as his own release was not far fetched. the feeling of getting your cunt stuffed made you daydream about all of the babies you could have for your nana.

“what a good girl for me baby, daddy won’t let that go unnoticed.”

✧.* Toji - Tricep Dips And Backshots !

“f-fourteen!” it was so hard counting exactly how many dips toji was doing— but fuck. the way his pelvis hit your ass brought back your memory. his balls slapped against your cunt lips— your slick dripping down yours and his which ultimately helped his rhythm. toji’s body burned, legs hurting to the point he wanted to tap out. already on his third set of 20’s, but the way your pussy sucked him in had him thinking differently. your cunt clenched around him, your shaky breaks and pushing at his muscular chest to give you one second to gather yourself.

“no, you’re a big girl, take. it.” you could only cry looking up at the gym walls. “f-fourteen nono si-“

“awe, done fucked my baby so dumb.”

✧.* Sukuna - Ab Riding And Weights !

what you were participating in was something that was very dangerous, and of course it had to be sukuna’s idea. while the cool air of his gym blew on your body, you sat on top of him— his abs to be exact. “keep going darlin’ giving daddy the fuel.” he winked at you before lifting the weight again, and that’s when you started to buck your hips. the slick that was there from you cumming once before helping you.

your clit sensitive yet throbbing, your hands pressed against his beefy chest— nails making small scratches because you needed to hold something. “t-too much!” you whined still bucking into his defined body that was making pleasure too much. sukuna finally put down the weight, navigating his hands to your waist and taking over.

“pretty baby just needed daddy’s help.” his cock was hard against the gym shorts from you looking so desperate. your nipples were pretty and hard, that he had to use one hand to play with them. “like that?” he asked, knowing that you loved it. so much that you couldn’t even ask to cum, falling forward as your pussy throbbed. your cream making yet another mess and your face buried deep into his neck as salty tears fell on his skin.

“unt oh. did you ask to cum baby?”

✧.* Eren - Clamshells *MIREN SPECIAL*

“mmm you there bunny?” your babbles and incoherent words made eren chuckle to himself. who know that he could have his cake and eat it too. working out was a stress relief for him, the adrenaline shooting throughout his veins and he would use the rest of the pent up energy on you.

but now he was having a two for one.

while the band was binding his leg, his cock was deep inside of you. you both side ways, eren’s body multitasking: pumping, and doing his leg exercises. you on the other hand felt like you could faint. your pussy so stuffed, and it feeling so so good. your eyes felt crossed, vision blurring as you could feel the mind blowing orgasm at peak.

“p-puppyyy! m’there” you warned, your hole clenching repeatedly until your forbidden juices cotated his pretty length. eren groaned, kissing your forehead to give himself motivation to hold out. he was on his last set; so close. and when he finally reached fifteen he fell onto his back and lifted you on top of him as if you weighed nothing.

“good fuckin’ girl for papa baby” he fucked into you, chasing his high; your nails digging into your palm, trying to contain the screams of pleasure.

“daddy needs you here more often mama”

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rafesangelita · 7 months ago

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♡ having a pregnancy scare wasn’t on rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader’s to do list anytime soon.. but alas, here they are waiting to see if two pink lines will change the trajectory of their lives forever.

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of a breeding kink lol, super sweet fluff, slight humor, lots of crying

a/n: this is my not-so-subtle way of introducing babydaddy!rafe to my blog (i’ve been reading a lot of babydaddy!rafe lately.. yum) also just a reminder: pogue!sweetheart!reader is only pregnant in this fic alone. meaning any other works i create with her are not correlated with this one UNLESS stated so <3 you could keep up with this little universe under the ‘₊˚⊹♡ babydaddy!rafe x pogue!sweetheart!reader’ tag of this post!

w/c: 1.3k

“a-are you sure you’re late?” rafe was pacing back and forth, tears pricking your eyes as you flipped through your little calendar book. “yes! i look at my calendar everyday rafe, it’s been three weeks!” you sniffled, checking for the millionth time. rafe joined you on your bed, realizing he probably wasn’t making you feel any better if he was freaking out too. “hey..” he cupped your chin, “it’s gonna be okay, baby. what do you need me to do? ‘want me to go get some tests from the store?” you cried even more, the whole thing becoming too real all at once. “i don’t know! i don’t know what to do, ray!”

he sighed, holding you as you wept in his arms. “oh, baby,” rafe rubbed your back, “you know i’m going to take care of us, of you.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. he wiped the tears from your eyes, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “i know.. it’s just— this is so new, and even though we don’t have a for sure answer yet, i feel like i really am. you know.. pregnant?” saying it out loud made rafe’s heart drop to his stomach. you saw the way his expression softened, his eyes flickering down to where you two held hands.

while it shouldn’t be too surprising, considering you two never use protection.. it’s still a delicate matter that rafe took very seriously. “am i gonna sound crazy if i say i hope that you are?” you took a breath, stroking the side of rafe’s face. “no. i want it too.” letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he pulled you against his chest, embracing you once again. “why don’t we find out? ‘go to the pharmacy and get some tests?” you nodded, the anticipation already feeling unbearable. “okay.” you pulled away, getting under your knitted blanket.

“you’re not going with me?” rafe laughed. “are you joking? the owner has known me forever. if he see’s us buying a pregnancy test, he’ll—” you lowered your voice down to a whisper, “he’ll know what we’ve been doing..” your cheeks heated at the thought of the sweet old man who’s known you for all of your life checking you out for a test that indicates you’ve been doing a lot more than just baking cookies. “baby, if you didn’t live in the middle of nowhere, and far away from any kind of civilization, everyone on this island would know what we’ve been doing.” he winked.

at his words, you shooed him out of your camper as a giggle escaped your lips. he wasn’t wrong. rafe knew all the ways to make you scream and tremble in pure bliss. it felt like forever since rafe had been out, but one glance at the heart shaped clock on your wall, and it had only been ten minutes. you laid on your back, fingertips skimming your tummy. imagining a baby, half of you, and half of rafe, a result of two worlds, both full of so much love, colliding into one and making the most beautiful creation you were sure to ever see, made a smile grace your pretty face.

now you were thinking about a nursery, wondering if you’d be painting it baby pink or powder blue. either color was fine with you. sitting up, you looked around your camper, really seeing just how small it was. you and rafe barely fit in here together, let alone with a little baby that’ll eventually grow and want to run around. now you felt sad at the indication that you might have to move out of the only place you’ve ever known. this would change your life, but with rafe by your side you felt more ready than ever. just as you were going to call rafe and politely tell him to hurry up, he walked through the door.

“i wasn’t sure which one you wanted, so i just grabbed one of each.” rafe gave you the bag, plopping down next to you. there was about ten different tests in there, including a lot of the snacks you’d been craving over the last week. sour gummy bears, chocolate, and spicy chips mostly. taking out a pink box, you read the instructions before looking back at rafe who already had his full attention on you. “can you come with me?” without hesitation, rafe helped you up and guided you to the bathroom. “alright..” he leaned against the doorframe, watching as you unwrapped the test.

“i can’t really pee if you’re looking..” rafe had zoned out, thinking about house hunting already and wondering what kind of car seat would be the safest for a baby. “right, i’m sorry.” he turned around, swallowing the lump in his throat. rafe needed the confirmation just as much as you did, his stomach doing somersaults as he nervously bit his lip. “you okay?” he asked. you hummed, peeing on the stick before setting it down on a piece of toilet paper. washing your hands shortly after, you and rafe left the test in the bathroom as you waited in silence.

“my heart is beating so fast right now.” you laughed, on the verge of tears as rafe rubbed circles into the flesh of your thigh. “i want you to know something..” rafe whispered, “whatever those test results come out to; negative or positive, we’re going to be okay. i don’t want you to worry about a thing, alright?” your chin wobbled as you nodded, your head falling in the curve of his neck. you stayed quiet for the rest of the time, the timer on rafe’s phone going off. “oh, god..” you whimpered, motioning for rafe to grab the test. “don’t look at it, just bring it over!” you called out.

rafe walked back with his eyes closed, nearly bumping into the wall as his hands trembled with excitement. “where are you?” he kept his eyes screwed shut, in which you followed suit. “i’m right here.” you squeaked out, holding onto his wrists. “on three we’re gonna look down.” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “okay, i’m ready.” both of you smiled. “one, two, three—” both of you looked down, rafe jumping and running out of your camper as you stared down at the sight of two, very prominent, pink lines. rafe was shouting outside, the sound making you laugh as you took a seat on the couch.

“oh my god.” rafe poked his head in, your teary eyes meeting his. thankfully, he was able to read the room and calmed down a bit. “oh my god.” he repeated, kneeling down in front of you. “are you okay? are you happy?” rafe rubbed the side of your thighs, his touch providing a comfort like no other. “yes! i just can’t believe it..” you hugged him, his arms wrapping around your waist. “we have a lot of planning to do.” you sniffled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. rafe could already see it. the white house, the white picket fence, both of you were already two steps closer to your dreams becoming a reality.

“yeah, we do,” he agreed, “let’s just take it one day at a time, yeah?” you smiled, cupping his face. “i love you so much, this is crazy.” he kissed your lips before taking the test in his hands again. “a whole baby..” you were in utter disbelief. “maybe i should take the rest of the tests?” you stood up, taking the plastic bag with you to the bathroom. by the time you finished, the sun was already setting, both you and rafe staring at the approximately ten tests in front of you. all positive. “looks like we took the breeding kink a little too seriously, huh?” you looked up at rafe through his reflection in the mirror. “that was a good one.”

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ari-ana-bel-la · 2 months ago

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Hi🤍 could you write something about Charles toddler having a crush on one of the drivers ( one of your choice) and then she found out that the driver is taken?? A cute one where Charles " help" her go through her first heartbreak.

I love your writing ☁️

Little Heartbreak

The Ferrari garage was buzzing with activity, but Charles had only one priority—his little girl. Yn sat on the counter beside his engineers, swinging her legs back and forth, her tiny Ferrari shirt slightly oversized but still adorable. She had her favorite stuffed bunny clutched in one hand and a bright smile on her face.

“Papa, can we go see Carlos?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head up at him.

Charles chuckled, running a gentle hand through her soft curls. “You really like visiting him, don’t you, mon amour?”

Yn nodded enthusiastically. “He’s so nice to me! And he’s funny! And…” Her cheeks turned a little pink as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “I just like him a lot.”

Charles bit back a smile. He knew his daughter had a small, innocent crush on Carlos. Every time they visited the Williams garage, Yn would light up, practically bouncing on her feet when Carlos greeted her. And Carlos, always kind and playful, made time for her no matter how busy he was.

“Alright, ma princesse,” Charles said, lifting her into his arms. “Let’s go say hi.”

Yn squealed excitedly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the Williams garage.

When they arrived, the Williams team was working, mechanics moving around as engineers talked in hushed tones. But Yn’s eyes were locked on him—Carlos, who stood near his car, laughing with a woman.

Charles immediately recognized her—Rebecca, Carlos’ girlfriend. She was beautiful, kind, and Charles had always thought they made a lovely couple.

Just as Charles was about to get Yn’s attention, Carlos leaned in, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss on Rebecca’s lips. It wasn’t anything dramatic, just a gentle kiss filled with warmth and love.

Charles didn’t even have time to react before he felt Yn’s little body stiffen in his arms. Her tiny hands clutched his shirt tightly, and when he glanced down, he saw her big green eyes wide with surprise.

Carlos and Rebecca turned, spotting them. Carlos grinned. “Charles! Yn! Hey, come here.”

Rebecca smiled warmly. “Hi, Yn. Carlos has told me so much about you.”

Yn’s lower lip trembled, and Charles’ heart clenched. Oh, no.

Carlos took a step closer, but before he could say anything else, a tear slipped down Yn’s cheek. She sniffled, quickly rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to be brave. But Charles knew his little girl too well.

“Mon amour,” Charles murmured softly, adjusting his hold on her. “What’s wrong?”

Yn let out a tiny, shaky breath before whispering in his ear, “Il m'aime pas.” (He doesn't love me)

Charles felt his heart break in two. His little girl, experiencing her first innocent heartbreak, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Carlos’ eyes widened in realization. “Oh no, Yn, I—” He reached out, but Yn buried her face in Charles’ chest, tiny hands gripping his shirt tightly as soft sniffles escaped her.

Rebecca, noticing the situation, placed a gentle hand on Carlos’ arm, giving him a sympathetic look.

Charles gave them both an apologetic smile. “It’s okay, really. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Carlos still looked stricken. “I didn’t mean to make her sad…”

“I know,” Charles reassured him before rubbing Yn’s back soothingly. “I think we should go, mon cœur.”

Yn didn’t say anything, just nodded against his chest. Without another word, Charles turned and walked back toward the Ferrari garage, his daughter curled up in his arms, her little heart hurting for the first time.

When Charles stepped back into the Ferrari garage, Lewis was standing near the espresso machine, sipping his coffee. He took one look at Charles and Yn and immediately raised an eyebrow.

“What happened?”

Charles sighed, sitting down on the couch, keeping Yn close as she sniffled into his shoulder. “A little heartbreak,” he murmured, running his hand up and down her back.

Lewis frowned before setting his coffee down and crouching in front of them. “Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Yn peeked up at him, her eyes watery. “C-Carlos has a girlfriend…”

Lewis blinked, glancing at Charles, who just nodded. Understanding dawned on his face, and he softened immediately.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lewis cooed, reaching out to gently wipe a tear from Yn’s cheek. “I know that must feel really sad.”

Yn sniffled, nodding. “I… I wanted to marry him.”

Lewis chuckled softly. “Oh, my love, that’s very sweet of you.” He pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. “But I promise, one day, you’ll meet someone even more special, and they’ll love you just as much as you love them.”

Charles smiled at Lewis gratefully, watching as his daughter relaxed in the older driver’s arms.

Lewis pressed a kiss to the top of Yn’s head. “And you know what always makes me feel better?”

Yn wiped her nose. “What?”

Lewis grinned. “Flowers.”

Charles’ eyes lit up. That was it. He gently pulled Yn back into his arms. “Mon amour, will you stay with Tonton Lewlew for a few minutes?”

Yn nodded, resting her head on Lewis’ chest as the Mercedes driver rocked her gently.

Charles quickly slipped away, hurrying out of the garage.

Charles returned ten minutes later, a beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers in his hands. He smiled when he saw Lewis still cuddling Yn, quietly telling her a story.

“Mon cœur,” Charles called gently.

Yn looked up, her eyes still a little puffy but filled with curiosity when she saw what he was holding.

“These are for you,” Charles said, kneeling in front of her. “Because you are the most beautiful, sweetest girl in the whole world.”

Yn gasped softly, reaching out to touch the petals. “For me?”

Charles smiled warmly. “For you, ma princesse.”

Yn threw her tiny arms around her Papa’s neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Papa!”

Charles kissed the top of her head. “Always, mon amour.”

Lewis ruffled her hair. “See? Flowers always make things better.”

Yn giggled, holding her bouquet close. “They’re so pretty.”

Charles smiled, relieved to see his little girl happy again.

And just like that, Yn’s heartbreak was replaced with warmth, love, and the understanding that no matter what, her Papa would always be there to make things better.

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Authors Note: Hey loves! I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

#f1 drivers as fathers #🩷🎀#formula 1 #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 x daughter!reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x daughter!reader #leclerc!reader #dad!charles leclerc #lewis hamilton x reader #carlos sainz x reader

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lovelivision · 19 days ago

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‎FLUFFY AND CUFFED 𝜗𝜚 ݁₊

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𐔌.pairing — gojo satoru / reader

‎ ‎ ‎── word count: 4.4k

❥ summary... gojo shows up late for valentine's day, good thing you have something you can use to teach him a lesson on making you wait...

warnings.ᐟ ── 18+ only, smut, pwp, swearing, dirty talk, use of restraints, handjob, fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), mating press, slight overstimulation, creampie, slight dacryphilia, afab!reader, no pronouns used !!

A set of distinct and easily recognisable rhythmic knocks on your door alert you to Gojo’s late arrival, he was supposed to be here nearly an hour ago. When you open the door it’s clear that you’re displeased with him and his lateness, your brow raised and gaze waiting for him to explain.

Though you can’t even see your boyfriend enough to admonish him appropriately, a large bouquet of your favourite flowers blocking him from your view. Pulling them away he looks at you with big, sad eyes, and you hate how it’s actually working on you. It’s hard to stay angry when he’s that cute, he doesn’t need to know that though.

“Happy Valentine’s?” He smiles sheepishly.

Stepping to the side, you open the door more, “Get in here.”

He walks into your apartment and gives you the flowers, “I’m sorry… I know I’m late.”

“And why are you late?”

“Okay well, I was going to be here on time but then I couldn’t find your favourite flowers so I was checking all the stores I could and then I got lost a little bit but then I found them and then a lot more time had gone by without me realising…” he stops and awkwardly scratches the back of his head, smiling, “bad time management on my behalf, I am really sorry though.”

Maybe you should be a little angrier at him, but you can’t find it within yourself to mind all that much. Not when he went to so much effort just to get you your favourite flowers. “We missed our reservation you know?”

His head drops like a scolded puppy, “I know.”

Walking past him, you move to place the flowers on the countertop. He’s following behind you devotedly.

“Are you mad?” He asks, trying to gauge how much trouble he’s in right now.

You think on it for a moment, this could actually be used for your benefit, “A little…” you spin to face him, “which means you’ll need to make it up to me.”

Nodding quickly, “Anything.”

The smile threatening to break on your face can’t be hidden, “I’m so glad you said that!”

He leans forwards, closer to you, “You planning to do something dirty to me?”

“Absolutely.”

Grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down, standing on your toes so you can press your lips to his. Gojo reacts immediately, hands on your body and gripping at your hips, tugging you in even closer. His kisses urgent, quickly stealing the lead from you when he licks into your mouth, tongue brushing up against yours.

You’re getting lost in the kiss, head pleasantly fuzzy with his lips on yours. Arms rounding his neck and pulling up into him, fingers tangling in his hair. Frenzied kisses growing sloppy, parting just so he can suck on your lower lip and make you whine before giving you more full kisses.

It’s hard to stay focused on your objective when he kisses you like this, all thoughts melting as the only thing you can think about quickly becomes him. Him and his lips and his tongue and the hands he’s got on your hips that are now sliding up under your shirt.

Bare skin on yours warm and grounding enough for you to pull back from him, lips parting with a string of saliva connecting them. Heavy breaths leaving you as you work to control yourself, “This is not what I meant.”

“I know,” he hums, “I just wanted to do something dirty to you.”

It’s annoying how weak he has you for him, “You’re lucky I like you.”

He corrects, “I think you’re in love with me actually,” nuzzling his face into your cheek, “now what exactly is it that you want to do to me?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” You smile and take his hand in yours, walking him back to your room.

“Aww, we don’t get to fuck in the kitchen?”

“What? Of course not,” reaching under the bed, you pull out the box you keep hidden and present a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs from it, “How would I restrain you to the bed if we’re in the kitchen?”

Gojo’s brows raise in shock for a moment before his face turns suggestive, “Well aren’t you just full of surprises?”

“You got no idea, pretty boy,” pointing at the bed for him to sit on, “now get comfy.”

“Whatever you say, sweetie,” he coos back at you indulgently as he situates himself on the mattress.

“Shuffle down,” you instruct, to which he does, back flat to the bed.

Taking his hand, you cuff a single wrist and then thread the chain around your headboard before cuffing the other. Successfully restraining him with his arms up, you give the cuffs a last tug to ensure their sturdiness. They’re not exactly police grade but you’re sure they’ll hold up… probably.

Gojo leans his head up, “If you’re gonna keep me like this, the least you can do is take your shirt off for my viewing pleasure.”

“I’ll consider it,” readjusting so you’re sitting on his lap, hands dragging down his front.

“Don’t be stingy.”

“Are you forgetting that this is because you failed to show up on time for our date and not meant to be for your benefit?”

He smiles at you, “If it’s not for my benefit then why am I so looking forward to it?”

Tilting your head at him, “Because you’re a pervert?”

“You might’ve gotten me there.”

Humming at him as you start opening his shirt, delicate fingers slowly slipping each individual button undone. Letting your nails slowly drag down his freshly exposed skin. Purposefully trailing over his nipples and not bothering to hide your smile at the soft way his hips jut up. Hands stopping at the waistband of his pants before trailing them back up and leaning over him, face hovering over his like you might kiss him only not to.

He huffs at you, “Tease.”

“I thought you liked teasing,” you caress the side of his face and brush your lips over the highest point of his cheekbone.

“I like teasing you,” he pouts, turning his head to the side hoping to catch your lips with his only to be left disappointed when you pull back and tap the tip of his nose with a single finger.

“You’re cute.”

“If I’m so cute then pull my cock out and sit real pretty on it,” he beams at you, “please.”

Shuffling back, you start to unbutton his pants. Chirping back, “Maybe.”

Tugging his pants off him completely, leaving him only in his boxers and trailing your way back up his inner legs with your soft touch. Watching him squirm under you and getting a kick at how sensitive he seems to be already.

Gojo watches with bated breath, anticipation making him all too eager for you to touch him directly. Arms itching to reach forward, hands aching to touch and tease you only to be stopped by the cuffs. As much as he enjoys this little game he thinks he may have put himself in a bad position, he just loves touching you so much.

“Satoru,” you call to him, a little surprised when you pull his cock free, “you’re already this hard?”

His words are barely bitten back, eyes locked on the way your smaller hand grips him, “What can I say? I like making out with you.”

“Are you sure you don’t just like being handcuffed?”

“I think we both know I’d much rather be touching you,” breath catching in his throat as your thumb swipes over the tip of his dick.

Smiling evilly at him, eyes crinkling, “Maybe you should be on time then.”

“I said I was sorry,” he whines softly.

“You also said you’d do anything to make it up to me,” looking through your lashes at him, “were you lying?”

“Of course not.”

“Then–”

“–But I am gonna get to…” Words softly trailing off as he watches you let the saliva collected in your mouth dribble down to his cock. Shivers running down his spine as it makes his dick that much slicker, your hand using it as lubricant to gently start jerking him off. How could this possibly be a punishment when this sight is so arousing, your touch so good he feels lightheaded.

“Hmm?” you hum at him, taunting lightly, “you’re gonna get to what?”

There’s no reply from Gojo, his teeth biting into his lower lip as the soft flush of pink on his skin darkens a few hues more. It’s cute how he’s holding back the sounds he wants to let out, brows pinched in pleasure as he carefully keeps his eyes locked on your hand stroking him.

Deciding it’s your turn to be a relentless tease tonight, you coo at him, “C’mon ‘Toru, what were you gonna say? I wanna know.”

His big eyes look up at you, confusion on his face as he struggles to reply, “Wh– what?”

You loosen your touch, keeping it featherlight just to make it that much more frustrating for him, “You said you were gonna get to do something to me,” thumb dancing just under the head of his cock, “I’m wondering what that was.”

Gojo’s hips try to thrust upwards for more friction but your grip is too light to give him what he’s seeking. He’s barely even registered that you’ve spoken, not until you’re pulling your hand back. His eyes growing wide and frantic, “Fuck– no, don’t stop touching me, please.”

“Gotta answer me,” fingers lightly stroking his length.

It takes him a moment to remember what you had even asked of him, expression sweet and confused before a cocky smirk find its way onto his face, “I was trying to say– hng– that I am gonna get to touch you tonight.”

“I’m not sure why you’re suddenly so sure of yourself, Satoru,” hand wrapping around him properly again, “after all, you’re the one in the palm of my hand right now.”

Beginning to fuck him with your hand with the intent to make him cum, thumb brushing up against his sensitive tip. You’re relishing in all the sounds and faces he’s struggling to hide, the composure he’d mustered up completely slipping from him. All that’s left is this beautiful man falling apart under you, his hips rutting up recklessly, so hopelessly turned on and overwhelmed after all the light touches you had given him.

His breaths are heavy and he can’t control his moans, damn near whimpering, “I’m close– hah– oh fuck!– so close just–”

At the mention of his impending orgasm, you pull your hand away, enjoying the way his cock twitches pathetically at the loss of your touch. His eyes wet and lost when he looks up at you, hands struggling against the cuffs.

Blinking up at you, whines barely hidden in his tone, “No, I was so– sweetie, I was so close.”

“‘Toru…” you start, leaning in a little closer. “Why did you think I’d let you cum that easily?”

“Maybe because you love me?” He tries.

“I love you so much,” you grin at him, “but I hate being left waiting so I need to ensure you remember not to do it again.”

He groans in disappointment at your answer, “Do I need to say sorry again?”

“I don’t know, say it and we’ll see it.”

“I’m really sorry for showing up late, sweetheart.” Eyes pleading with you, “I promise it won’t happen again.”

You pretend to think on your answer for a moment before standing from the bed, a small noise of concern leaving him, the cuffs clattering against the bed frame as he tries to follow you.

You reassure him, “Be calm, Satoru. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Then come back.”

“I could do that or I could take off my clothes, which would you prefer?”

It’s like his eyes light up at the prospect of you undressing, “Take off your clothes.”

“That’s what I thought,” rolling your eyes lightly.

Making a bit of a show of it as you slip your pants off before your shirt follows. Letting your fingers slip into the waist band of your panties, lingering there as you play with the elastic. Gojo’s eyes are trained so dedicatedly on your lower half, waiting impatiently for you to bare yourself to him.

Too bad you’re feeling especially wicked tonight but it is his fault, plus having him like this is incredibly rare and you’re enjoying controlling the pace. Hands leaving your panties as they are and instead crawling back into his lap, smiling pleasantly at his whined complaints.

“Noo, take them off.” Eyes flicking to yours, “Both your bra and panties, I want them off.”

“How about this,” you counteroffer, “pick.”

“You’re so evil.”

“If you don’t pick then they both stay on.”

More disappointed groans pulling from his chest before he firmly states, “Lemme see your tits.”

You scoff at him, “Only because you asked so nicely.” Despite his too sure attitude you follow through and pull your bra off.

He’s itching to touch you, again, seemingly forgetting that he’s restrained to the bed and struggling against the handcuffs. “This is so unfair,” he complains.

“Mhm,” you dismiss him easily.

Keeping your composure has been a little hard, especially when he’s so big and waiting for you. Apparently you’re unable to hide your desire for his cock because he smugly says, “If you want it that bad… sit on it.”

Well now you don’t want to, you don’t want to let him win, not when you undoubtably have the upper hand in this situation. “Your overconfidence will be your undoing.”

“I may be confident but never overconfident,” he argues back. “You can’t hide how bad you want it, pretty. I know that look in your eye,” his gaze travels further down, “also your panties being drenched are a dead giveaway.”

“Your taunting doesn’t make me want it more,” you stroke a singular finger from the sensitive head of his dick down his whole shaft, enjoying the shudders that run through him at your light touch.

“Come onnnn,” he drags out the words, whingeing about it, “just sit on it, please. You’re so fucking wet I can tell. Fuck yourself open on my big dick, I’m begging for it, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think you deserve it though,” holding his length in your grasp again, touch alternating between firm and so light it’s barely there. You have every intention of driving him mad.

Building him up oh so slowly, letting him rock into you before holding his hips down with your free hand. He’s so dazed and lost in your touch on him, wishing for so much more as you tease him cruelly. Tip leaking precum profusely, twitching under your movements. Gojo’s abdomen keeps pulling tight, whole lower half fighting to fuck up into your fist.

“Hah– You said you were only– hnng– ‘a little’ mad at me,” he whines as your hand pulls away again, “being awfully cruel for someone only a little mad.”

“I disagree,” you hum thoughtfully, “I think you’re lucky that I wanna touch you so bad after you ruined Valentine’s dinner.”

It’s a little more than frustrating how horny you are right now, cunt aching to be stuffed full by him. Standing on your knees only to take him in your hand again and let his cock head rub against your soaked through panties, his precum adding to the mess and making them that much slicker.

Gojo feels a shock go through him at the sight, your gaze all cloudy and borderline cock drunk. Brows pulled together and focusing hard on his dick, so fucking wet that the glide against your panties is smooth and creamy.

He’s finding himself quickly reaching his limit, patience is a virtue and it’s not one he possesses, no matter how hard he tries for you. “Fuck this,” he grunts.

You’re not paying him any mind, not until he’s forcefully pulling on his cuffs. Breaking the chain on the bed frame and lunging forward in record timing. The feat of strength alone is impressive, you didn’t think he’d be able to do it that effortlessly, “Satoru, what– why–”

He has you on your back now, “I did tell you I was gonna get to touch you.”

Both his wrists still adorned in the pink fluffy cuffs like bracelets, it’s the last thing on his mind now that he can finally put his hands on you. Greedy in how he gropes at your body, large palms playing with your tits, fingers pinching your nipples just to make you squirm like you did him.

“‘Toru– hng– this isn’t fair–”

“Maybe not but you weren’t fair either,” he grins, eyes holding wicked intent as he leans down and envelops a nipple in his mouth.

Tongue swirling around it, humming with joy at how you whine back at him. Back bowing into him and his warm touch, your hands move to his hair, threading through it. Pulling away, he flicks your nipple with his tongue and then collects both your hands in his one, holding them above your head in place by your wrists.

Pushing back on him is even less effective than him struggling against the cuffs, his hold has no give, “This was not a part of my plans.”

“That’s funny…” his large hand splays out across your sternum, slowly dragging it down your torso until he moves to cup your cunt in his palm, “because it was always a part of mine.”

Huffing back at him, “I wasn’t the late one– ngh–”

Teasing fingers tapping at your sopping pussy over your panties just to make you jump and quiver, “I’m doing you a favour,” he soothes, “you’re so fucking needy that it was making my heart break, sweetheart.”

“Shut up– hah– no I’m not.”

“Don’t lie,” the sound of fabric ripping registering in your mind only to be replaced by a wet slap, his fingers lightly slapping your dripping cunt, “your devoted boyfriend knows when you’re craving it.”

Defiant in your reply, “I think you’re– hnn– confusing me with your own need.”

“I’ll never deny how desperate I am for your pretty pussy, sweetie,” overwhelmingly proud of himself when he slips two fingers into your cunt. “I’d give us what we both need right now but we both know you couldn’t take it,” he’s leaned in like it’s some secret, those two fingers fucking into you, scissoring them just to ready you for his dick.

Moans tumbling from you despite your best efforts, eyes wet and mind hazy, “Next ti– hnng– oh!–”

“Mhm,” he hums chirpily, signalling for you to try speaking again. Barely glancing your way, too busy watching how deep his fingers are inside you, adding a third just to fuck you open that much more. Distractedly muttering, “You’re taking ‘em so well, I’m surprised you didn’t sit on my cock when I asked.”

“Next time–” you force out, body writhing underneath him, “Next time, I’m– hah– I’m using rope.”

He’s touching you so purposefully, brushing up against all the spots that make you go crazy without actually letting you cum. “Better find some good rope then,” his fingers slip from you and you whine at it, it makes him smile, “because nothing is gonna keep me from your pussy.” He’s presenting his hand for you to see, to look at how creamy you are on his fingers, “Not when it’s always so happy to be played with by me.”

You don’t even get to complain about what he’s said or the fact that he’s not touching you anymore, too quick to slide his dick through your folds. Not even teasing you like he usually would, already pushing into you, opening you up on his cock as carefully as he can.

Gojo tried really hard not to rush but he’s impatient and needy, he’s surprised even himself with the restraint he’s shown. Barely finding it in himself to work you open before stuffing you full how he’s been itching to do ever since he kissed you in the kitchen. Long and moaned whines sounding from him, head dizzy at the feeling of your cunt greedily sucking him in.

Eyes lazily drawing up from where he’s about halfway inside you, up to your torso, to your pretty face. Expression fucked and dazed, dopily watching how he sinks deeper into you steadily. It feels like his heart does a backflip in his chest, shudders wracking his body at how starry eyed you are. He’s losing his mind, feeding off your lust for him, consumed with how good all of this is making him feel.

Everything is overwhelming you, head so full of him that you’re faint. Hands still fighting against his grip on you and getting nowhere and it’s not like he’s even trying especially hard to keep you in place, his focus solely on your pussy right now. It’s completely unfair how easily he turned this around, having him under you and whining was so nice.

Suddenly, his hips slam the rest of the way into you, his pelvis hitting yours and making your stomach flip. Pitiful and surprised mewls leaving you at the fullness of being completely fucked open on his cock. Eyes damn near rolling to the back of your head with it, no doubt if your hands had been free they’d be digging into his skin.

Drawn out moan leaving him before he grins idly, “Just– hnn– making sure you’re still with me.”

“I wish– ah!– I wish you were still– hnn– cuffed,” you pout back at him.

Finally, his hand lets go of your wrists, holding both his hands out for you to see, “Technically still am, sweetheart.” Moving to press on the back of your thighs, crudely bending you in half. So much so that he’s leaning down into your space, breath tickling against your ear, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I feel like I’m going fucking insane.”

The bend of your knees slip to his elbows as he lowers himself even more. The way he’s handling you feels so obscene it’s embarrassing, “Satoru, this posi–”

Whatever you had to say about how he’s folded you into a mean mating press is immediately caught in your throat and turned into lewd moans. Hips drawing back and fucking forward so quickly he nearly takes the wind out of both of you. Thrusts harsh and desperate and messy and so so sharp, cock dragging deliciously against every part of you that it has your toes tingling.

“Fuck– fuck this is– hnnn– I love you so much,” he rushes out urgently, “I love you, I love you, I love you–” he needs to say it, you need to hear him say it because he’s going to fuck you like he doesn’t.

If you were overwhelmed before than you’re completely drowning in sensations now, pleasure shaking you to your core. The sound of him fucking your cunt sloppy and loud, no doubt making a mess out of your bed. You can barely take in a breath before he’s knocking it right back out of your lungs. He’s fucking so deep and somehow, despite his unrestrained and almost feral demeanour, so accurate. Every thrust perfectly hitting your sweet spot, wrecking you just that little bit more every time.

Words failing pathetically, dying into moans every time, not that he really seems to be listening anyways. So addicted to the slick glide of your pussy that he’s barely capable of thinking of anything else. Hips moving on their own, he’s not even sure he could stop himself at this point.

Gojo feels like he might’ve died, cunt so heavenly he feels like he should start praying to it daily or something. “I can’t– fuck– feels so ffucking good– hah– I love you so much,” his face turns and catches sight of the most beautiful thing imaginable, you – fucked dumb and crying over his cock. “God– I’m so fucking sorry for being late but– hnng– worth it.”

He licks away your tears and then presses kisses to your cheeks, softly biting into the soft flesh there, so overwhelmed by everything that he doesn’t even know how to express himself anymore. Both ecstatic and disappointed that he’s so so close to cumming, he wants to cum deep inside you, he wants you to be so full of him that it leaks from your pussy but he also wants to keep fucking you, he wants to see how much you’ll cry over how good it feels.

It's insane how precise and simultaneously wild his thrusts are, your legs kicking slightly against the completely devastating and persistent pleasure he’s delivering over and over again. There’s no warning, you couldn’t warn him even if you were capable of anything but drooling. Your orgasm sudden and earth shattering, shaking and whimpering under him, hot all over as the pleasure washes over you wave after wave.

You’re so shaky, you feel so fragile as you cum all over his dick. Not that that stops him though, your orgasm only spurring him on. His lashes fluttering, you’re creaming around him so deliciously that he might pass out, greedy cunt sucking him right back in.

“You’re so– hah– how am I meant to– hnn– fuck–” he looks deeply into your lost gaze, shivers running down his spine at the look in your eyes, “you need to take everything I’m about to give you.”

That’s the only warning he graces you with before he’s shoving himself into you to the hilt, balls deep and dumping all his cum inside you. hips grinding and rutting into you as he rides out his high, pitiful whines leaving him that he’d consider feeling embarrassed over if your pussy wasn’t his literal heaven on earth.

He’s so unwilling to pull out of you, wanting to keep everything he’s given you firmly inside but you whinge from underneath him and he knows that you can’t be comfortable. Showing mercy and control, he moves so he can roll the both of you. Still not daring to pull out of you but carefully swapping positions so that you’re laying peacefully on top of him.

Cheek pressed to his collarbone, somewhat struggling to get your breathing completely even again. Energy completely drained as you drool onto his skin, seconds away from passing out. Gojo’s hands stroke up and down your back calmingly, it makes you feel warm and not so exposed.

“Happy Valentine’s,” kissing the top of your head. “I am really sorry for being late,” he reiterates.

Your tongue feels heavy as you mumble out, “Then stay cuffed next time.”

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gutsby · 1 year ago

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Cry, Baby

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel fucks you to the point of tears. That’s all.

Warnings: 18+. Dacryphilia (kinda). Unprotected p-in-v. Girthy, unspecified age gap. Daddy kink. Jealous Joel.

Notes: Sorry for using pussy pronouns. It will happen again.

Joel Miller was a man of few words in most every place except the one where he found himself about to beat the brakes off your pussy. Then he never shut the fuck up.

“Uh-huh…just a little more…I know, sweet girl, I know.”

You had your hands at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel of his ‘71 Ford F-100, but rather than driving anywhere, your ass was comfortably parked on the front of his jeans—straddling his lap backwards while you rubbed your half-clad cunt over stonewashed denim. It was hell.

You’d been grinding against the bulge beneath those jeans so hard, and for so long, your white cotton undies had parted to the side, and your pleasure was nearly stretched commensurate with just how pathetic you felt.

Your head dropped between your two hands on the black molded plastic of the wheel, and you let out a whine.

“Joel—”

“Keep goin’.”

“This ain’t fair!”

Without hesitation, the hands that were holding your hips tightened their grip, and now Joel was raking your lower half over his. Rutting your core back and forth.

“You wanna know what ain’t fair?” he seethed.

He didn’t wait for you to answer.

“How much she’s been droolin’ over me all night.”

‘She’ meaning your unfucked cunt, of course.

Joel then punctuated his sentence with a particularly hard press of his palm—forcing you to lay flat on the steering wheel, hips tilted back to him. With just one callused finger of his other hand, he found you soaked between your folds. He dragged it from your clit to your aching hole, and you heard him sigh, as though sad.

“It’s a cryin’ shame,” Joel said. Lamenting.

You were almost lost to the sensation of his finger rubbing you up and down, but somehow, you managed, ‘W-W-What is, Joel?’ in between soft, plaintive sounds.

Sometimes you forgot how much older he was than you. Sometimes you said he was just like the boys your age. Other times he had you pinned like this, breaths calm and cruelly measured while you damn near came apart beneath his hand, and then you remembered everything.

“You just couldn’t wait ‘til we got home,” he grumbled.

Using the same hand he’d been stroking you with, Joel laid a quick slap to your cunt, and you jumped. Your head narrowly missed the roof of his truck; still, you groaned.

“‘M’sorry, Joel,” you keened.

You weren’t. The old man knew you weren’t.

The hand that had been splayed over your back sank in. The force of that push pressed your belly to the chipped Ford logo at the center of the steering wheel, and with the added pressure went the blare of the car’s horn.

The sound might’ve lasted two seconds before you scrambled back, desperate, into Joel’s broad chest. A couple old-timers making their way from the bar to their cars in the parking lot cocked their heads curiously in your direction a couple yards away. Seeing nothing of note, they lost interest just as quick and kept walking.

“Sorry for what?” Joel said.

At the moment, he didn’t seem to notice, or care, that his truck was parked a mere stone’s throw away from the Tipsy Bison, and bar-goers were milling freely between the building and the cars all around you. His belt unbuckled all the same, zip came down in a blink, and his thick, veiny, throbbing, and angry cock came to rest between your cheeks. He started to push you forward.

“Sorry for— for flirtin’ with Tommy,” you stammered, sucking in a breath when you felt him run the head of his cock between your lips. You could hear a soft squelch.

“And Lucien?”

“And Lucien.”

“And—”

“And Dieter, and Frankie, and Javi, and Marcus.”

Rattling off the names of all the men you’d been flirting with at the bar to make Joel jealous and take you back home to fuck you became an embarrassing chant.

“And?”

“…and Mayor Garcia,” you completed, sheepishly.

Back in there, you hadn’t been too proud to stoop to a politician’s level, even. That was how needy you’d been to get attention, and now Joel was giving it to you.

As hard as he could—he didn’t wait for the ‘OK’ before seating you on his cock. You were simply pulled back from the wheel and into his lap, onto his stiff erection, and before you could steady yourself, he started drilling.

“Even through these panties—” Joel tugged at the cream-colored cotton he’d easily slipped past, “—even through that slutty little skirt, I could feel how wet she was.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and your hands found purchase in the torn-up leather of the seat, fisting strings and patches of fabric in a helpless sort of plea as Joel took over. With the buttons of his dark green flannel searing a stripe down your spine and his grey-speckled chin coming to nudge between your neck and your shoulder as he fucked you, you felt content. Secure.

Spilling more for him, then. Seeping rivers down the length of his shaft as he breached your walls and made you his all over again. And again. Leaving trails of arousal with every thrust, and rolling your head, limply, into his.

“She cryin’ for me?” Joel breathed, “Or somebody else?”

As if on cue, his cock hit the most sensitive ridge inside you, and you felt yourself gush even more. Dripping now.

“You.” Your voice was raw.

“Me?” Joel’s degradingly sweet.

Before you could answer ‘you’ once more, the driver’s door cracked open beside you both. For one panicked, terrifying second, you thought someone from the bar might’ve caught you two—then you were stunned to look over and see it was Joel’s own tough, steel-toed boot that had propped the door open to the cool night air.

The truck was facing the bar’s front door, shielded only by some foliage and a hatchback car about half its size. Other than that, you were exposed to whoever happened to pass by the big, bay window and take a look inside.

Joel felt you tense, and he pressed a kiss to you neck. Then he slid you carefully, almost tenderly, to the left until you were perched over the side of the seat with your legs dangling out of the truck—still filled to the hilt with his cock and pressed tight to the front of his chest.

“Cry a little more,” he urged.

Then, when your pussy gave an involuntary clench and drenched him some more, he slipped a hand around your front and started toying with your clit. Your gaze was wide, almost frightened as you stared ahead at the bar and saw patrons making rounds about the tiny place, fearing one might see you and Joel, but it felt so good. And wrong. And reckless, having this man who was easily decades your senior bouncing you up and down on his cock and letting you soil the front of his Wranglers.

“Pussy’s fuckin’ soakin’ me, pretty girl,” Joel let out a chuckle and gave your shoulder a playful bite when you pulsed around him again, “Squeezin’ me real tight, too.”

It was like your body was beyond your own control. You scarcely even realized your cunt had him gripped with such force, much less made a mess of his old denim. He just held you to him and kept pressing rough, stubbled kisses to your shoulder, reminding you over and over how sweet you were, how well you were taking him, how nice and tight and goddamn pretty that pussy must’ve looked gushing around daddy’s cock—maybe we can fuck in front’a the mirror so we can see it later, huh, baby?

You would’ve said yes to anything he said, you reckoned.

Especially when his arms moved over your front and you felt him grin, and he hugged you while he fucked you—nobody made you feel quite as special while they were splitting you open. Nobody’s balls felt quite as heavy and firm and full while hitting your ass by turns, and certainly no one but Joel could make you cum just as quick when he leaned into your ear and said, ‘Let go for me, darlin’.’

You did, and you felt his warmth follow inside you with the friction of just two more thrusts. Your head fell back on his shoulder, a moan clawed out of your throat, and the warm, euphoric feeling of release washed over your senses in waves, one trembling sensation after the next. Joel’s groans were quick to spill into your own, and, likewise emptying himself, he held your hips to his and made sure every drop stayed right where he wanted it.

His spend was always heavy, but this load felt larger than usual—like he’d been aching to fuck you full of his cum. Just as you both were coming down from your highs, you couldn’t help but key in on that soft, sticky warmth, likely to come oozing as soon as Joel pulled out of you.

In fact, you got to be so focused that you jumped when you felt something press to your cheek a second later.

It took another moment to register it as a kiss from Joel.

Then his tongue, dragging softly up the side of your face.

You started to laugh, about to ask him what the hell he was doing, when you felt a tear slip out of your other eye. With the sudden, sharp influx of pleasure, the moisture had leaked out without you even feeling it. Joel grinned.

He gave your cheek a light squeeze, wiped the other tear with the pad of his thumb, and kissed you again before mumbling in your ear, almost teasing as he said it:

“Crybaby.”

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corvennite · 1 year ago

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— 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.

ˡᵉᵒⁿ ᵏᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

cw: dry humping, make out session, lightly submissive leon, fingering, hair pull, chocking, biting, marking, spitting, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (be safe).

sinopse: he just wants a taste of his pretty girlfriend.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

To be with Leon it meant you had to make the best of your time together, he was always sent away on some stupid mission which left you there: alone and sad waiting for your pretty boyfriend. He arrived at the beginning of the week, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself not even when the poor man only needed a rest.

Well, it was basically the same for him too.

Sitting on his lap, the movie on TV with screams of agony and bloody scenes — horror at its finest, which you choose to cuddle up with, to have an excuse to be cradled in his strong arms when scared. Leon's hands were down to your bottom barely covered by the oversized shirt he gave to you, his lips crashed down to yours god knew for how long, hips sometimes squirming by the way you moved against his.

"you're so needy, hm..." you murmured against his lips, smiling while he whined against your mouth again.

"and you— fuck, you're a tease."

The good thing about him being away for too long, it was how touch starved he became. How needy and messy Leon could be. You could feel him hardening underneath you, his eyes fluttering when he pulled a bit away and kissed down your cheek, jawline, side of your neck and collarbones. He made a mess against your skin, a little bit under the ear lobe as he tucked in between his teeth and bit it down, slowly putting his lips to work on it too.

His fingers moved back up, to your wrist when you tried to grab his hair, trying to pull him away. Your eyes narrowed as his breath tickled softly over the sensitive part of your neck, he pressed the hand on your hips further digging the short nails against it.

"stop moving." he hissed, his lips coming back all the way up, stopping on your jawline. "open your mouth."

"or what?" of course you had to be a little bit of a brat, smiling at him and biting down your lip.

Leon on the other hand, chuckled a bit and when you realized, his hand was up on your neck pressing the fingers firmly and lightly against your pulse. The way he tilted your head side to side, looking into your eyes made you shiver, legs clenching a little and oh boy, he could feel it!

"open."

You did as he said, not earning even a 'good girl' from him but a bit of his spit inside your tongue. It was messy, he smiled looking at you, his thumb moving towards your lips and smudging it all while your eyes looked at him in admiration. Leon moved his fingers from your ass to your inner thigh, grazing softly and teasing only with the tips. His eyes moved from your mouth to your neck, he made sure to give you a few more marks under your shoulder blades, up to your neck and kiss behind your ear. It was fun, how responsive you could be, hips squirming softly even if you tried to hold it when he moved his digits in and out your thighs, how he ghosted his thumb against your covered clit. He made sure to cover your core with his whole hand, it fit.

"you're so wet, jesus." he said feeling his own cheeks flush a little, your pleasure meant a lot to him. "c'mon baby..."

With ease, Leon moved your panties to the side and adjusted you on his lap where you were impossibly closer to him. Your covered breasts near his face now, his legs more spread as he caressed your cunt with his fingers, gosh, they were so thick and long, he had such a pretty hand... Your mind wandered too much, moaning in a low tone with his tease and holding his shoulders, hands going towards his neck as you moved your right one to the edge of his short undercut.

"L-Leon, just... Fuck, just put them inside." you hissed, biting down your lower lip as his thumb made you even more sensitive.

"you're just so pretty like this."

He kept looking at you, the way you moaned and your hips moved up a little bit while feeling the whole pleasure. Leon plugged two fingers inside you, which caused you to moan and tilt your head back. His movements were soft at first, listening to the way you whined and squirmed around them, clenching too.

"shh, it's okay, you can take two... It's nothing for you." he taunted, pumping the digits in and out so damn slowly.

The way your back arched softly, how beautiful you looked riding his fingers only for him to brush the thumb against your clit. Sore and almost too sensitive, making you gasp and bite down your lower lip. Leon loved the way your body answered to his ministrations, how he leaned down to nip against your neck and leave a mark you surely would complain if looked at the mirror and noticed. He owned you. Your fingers grasped around his wrists, he forced his hand more and curled the tip of his fingers inside your cunt, gushing around him making soft noises.

“fuck you– I can’t.” you moaned, erupting as he thrusted deeper.

“hm?” he taunted.

The way your eyes narrowed and squinted when he moved only a bit deeper, how your hips buckled against his fingers and the grip on his wrists tightened up, he smiled. He loved to see how you came so beautifully around his fingers, how much of a flushed mess you could become only by that, not even ten minutes past!

Your breathing was a bit heavy, a good feeling of peace took over you as you came down making you close your eyes. Only the sound of a belt being unbuckled got to your ears, narrowed eyelids observing the way the blonde got barely rid of his pants and boxers. God, he was deliciously thick, one vein popping up and the tip red with pre cum.

“fuck, I need this pussy…” he muttered, pulling you by the hips, gripping tight.

“and I need this dick– fuck…”

His head slid inside so easily, he felt the way you clenched around him and it made the poor man flush around the cheeks. Leon sank down your cunt, seeing the way your legs bent over your chest a bit, how you wanted him by the way your soft fingers pulled him by the waist.

“eyes up here, baby.” you muttered in between a moan, making him look up.

Leon grabbed your waist, thumbs and fingers digging deep into your skin as he thrusted, so damn sensitive each movement made him moan and god, his moans were divine to hear. So whiny and needy, you loved such sounds. His hips moved slowly at first, he felt like he was crumbling and the way you clenched around him did no good for his mind.

“hm? can’t take a girl anymore?” teasing, you buckled your hips against his cock, moaning.

“s–shut up, you’re fuckin’ squeezing me.”

A part of you wanted to laugh, but it was a bit late when he got the rhythm and his hands were like a vice to your skin. His head tilted backwards as he fucked like a needy man because that’s what he was, skin slapping against each other filling the apartment with filthy sounds besides your pretty moans and his grunts. Leon looked down at you, blue eyes going dark as he moved his hand to your throat and wrapped around it, leaning down putting you in a matting press, lips closer to yours as he seemed so damn hungry.

“fuckin beautiful, you’re fucking– beautiful.” he grunted at each thrust.

Leon saw stars when you wrapped your legs around him, his waist being pulled down and making your neck get more squeezed than ever. He kissed down your swollen lips and bit it down, he couldn’t care less for the mess you both were making, how it was so slickly in between your thighs and how he was losing control over himself. He didn’t even warned you when he desperately pulled out, pumping himself and groaning as he came on your belly, soft fingers loosening on your neck and moving to caress your hips and waist. You looked up at him, glazed and with a smirk.

“already?”

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inseobts · 1 month ago

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Thank you for all your amazing writing! Your blogs seriously make my day every time. Could you write a Law x reader where the reader falls ill with a rare, incurable disease? I just keep thinking about Law experiencing what Corazon went through back then… 😭 It can have a SE or HE, whatever you feel fits best!"

Terminal

law × reader

you fall ill with a rare, incurable disease and law refuses to accept it.

a/n: this was so sad T.T btw as I said in my rules post I don’t write about this kind of topic, but given that law’s story is about that I wanted to give it a try

words count: 4.2k

tags: terminal illness, soft, angst, worried law

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You’re burning up.”

Law’s voice is calm, but you know him well enough to hear the tension beneath it. His hand lingers on your forehead, cool against your feverish skin.

You force a grin, despite the way your body aches “That’s just the effect you have on me.”

His expression doesn’t change. If anything, his brows knit together further, golden eyes dark with something unreadable.

“Don’t joke” he says flatly.

“Come on, it was funny” you mumble, but your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Law exhales sharply. He presses two fingers against your wrist, checking your pulse. You see the flicker of something in his eyes. Worry.

“Since when?”

“Since when what?”

“Since you started feeling like this.” His voice drops lower, more controlled “Don’t lie.”

You sigh, shifting under the blanket “A few days ago. Maybe a week?”

“A week?” His jaw clenches, and you watch the way his fingers curl into a fist “And you didn’t tell me?”

“You were busy, Law,” you murmur “I didn’t want to bother you.”

His reaction is immediate. His eyes darken, sharp and cutting, and for a second, you swear he’s actually angry. But when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.

“You think I wouldn’t drop everything for you?”

Your breath catches. You can’t look at him. Instead, you force out another weak chuckle “Well, you are a very important pirate, Captain.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Pretending it’s nothing.”

You open your mouth to argue, but before you can, a sudden wave of dizziness crashes over you. The world tilts, your vision swims, and you barely register the way your body sways before Law is already there, steady hands catching you before you can fall.

“Y/N” His grip tightens around you, firm, grounding “I need to run some tests.”

You rest your forehead against his shoulder, too exhausted to protest “…That bad?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. You feel his heartbeat being too fast, too tense.

When he finally speaks, it’s quiet. Almost too quiet.

“I’m going to fix this.”

And for the first time ever since you know him, you don’t believe him.

The beeping of medical equipment fills the silence.

You sit on Law’s examination table, legs dangling as he adjusts the monitor beside you. His brows are furrowed, golden eyes locked onto the screen, and even though he hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

The tension in the air is unbearable.

“Are you always this serious when you play doctor, or am I just special?” you tease, tilting your head at him.

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

You sigh dramatically “Come on, Law. You can’t even crack a smile for your beloved patient?”

“You’re not a patient,” he mutters “You’re my partner.”

His words send a little warmth through your chest, but before you can respond, he steps closer and gently presses his fingers against your wrist, feeling for your pulse again.

The warmth fades when you notice the way his hand lingers just a little too long.

“You like holding my hand that much?” you tease, forcing a grin “If you wanted to be romantic, you could’ve just asked.”

This time, his jaw tightens “Your pulse is weak.”

You try to wave him off with your free hand “That’s just because you’re touching me. Makes my heart stops, you know?”

“Y/N...” he warns, voice sharp.

You falter.

His hand moves to your other wrist, then your neck, fingers pressing lightly against your skin. His eyes are unreadable, but his silence is louder than anything he could say.

“…You’re scared” you murmur before you can stop yourself.

Law stiffens, but doesn’t deny it.

The realization makes your stomach twist, but you force another smile “Don’t worry, I’m still cute even when I’m dying.”

That does it. His head snaps up, eyes blazing “Don’t say that.”

The weight of his words hangs between you, heavy, suffocating.

You swallow “Sorry. Just trying to make you laugh.”

“Not funny” he mutters.

You look away, fingers curling against the examination table.

Another long silence. Then, his hands are suddenly on either side of your face, tilting your head up gently so you’re looking at him again. His touch is careful, but his grip is firm, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

His voice is quieter this time “You’re not dying.”

You stare at him. For a moment, you want to believe him, but the way his hands tremble against your skin tells you otherwise.

After a while, Law stares at the test results, fingers tightening around the paper. His golden eyes flick over the numbers, the medical jargon, the hard, undeniable facts.

It’s terminal.

He’s quiet... too quiet. That’s the first thing that unsettles you. You’re used to his silence, but this is different. This is suffocating.

“So?” You swing your legs lightly from the examination table, forcing a smirk “What’s the verdict, Doc? Am I dying?”

Silence.

The smirk falters “Law?”

His fingers crumple the edge of the paper. His jaw tightens. And then, so softly that you almost don’t hear it, he says “…It’s incurable.”

For a second, you swear time stops.

The words don’t register at first. They don’t make sense. It’s like your brain refuses to process them.

And then you laugh.

It bursts out before you can stop it, light, teasing, just like every other joke you’ve made today “Wow, dramatic. You make it sound like I’m already in my grave.”

He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t even look at you.

The smile on your lips wavers.

“You’re kidding, right?”

His hands tighten into fists at his sides. He still won’t look at you.

Your heart pounds a little faster “Law. Tell me you’re joking.”

Nothing.

The laugh that slips out this time is shaky “Come on, then this is the part where you tell me there’s some rare treatment, right? Some experimental surgery? You’re Trafalgar freakin’ Law, Surgeon of Death. There’s no way—”

“y/n.”

The way he says your name, quiet, strained, makes the air leave your lungs.

Your fingers curl against the fabric of your shirt. The examination table feels too cold beneath you. The walls feel like they’re closing in.

“No...” you whisper.

Law’s lips press into a thin line. His hands twitch, like he wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t.

“No” you say again, more forcefully this time. You shake your head, heat rising in your chest, crawling up your throat “You’re wrong. There’s... there’s gotta be something. You just haven’t figured it out yet. Right?”

“Y/N—”

“No!” The word cracks as it leaves you “I’m not dying!”

Your vision blurs. Your hands shake. And suddenly, it’s too much.

Your body moves before you can think, you push yourself off the table, right into his chest.

Law catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you, steady, grounding. And just like that, everything shatters.

“I don’t—I don’t want to die” you choke out, gripping his coat like it’s the only thing keeping you here “I want to stay. With you. I want—” Your voice breaks “I want a future. I want us to be happy. I want—”

A sob wracks through you.

“I want a family with you.”

Law stiffens.

The words spill out before you can stop them, you smile at him between your tears “A little version of you, all broody and nerdy and so so cute” You let out a wet laugh, broken and trembling “They’d probably scowl just like you, but they’d love books and have messy hair and—”

Your voice crumbles into sobs.

Law doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move.

And then his arms tighten around you, crushing, like he’s trying to hold you together, keep you from falling apart.

His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.

“I’m going to save you.”

You want to believe him.

Only God knowa how much you want to believe him.

But the fear in his voice tells you even he isn’t sure.

The next morning, you wake up to find Law hunched over his desk, surrounded by stacks of medical books and scattered notes.

You sigh “You didn’t sleep, did you?”

“Sleep is a waste of time,” he mutters, scribbling something down “I need to go through every known case—”

“You need to stop already.”

He freezes.

Slowly, he turns to look at you. His dark circles are deeper than usual, his face unreadable, but you know him. You know that behind that impassive expression, he’s desperate.

You force a grin “If I really only have a little time left, do you really wanna waste it buried in books instead of spending it with me?”

Law’s fingers tighten around his pen.

“I’m not giving up” he says, voice low.

“I know,” you say gently “But I don’t want to spend my last time watching you drive yourself insane. If I’m gonna die, I wanna die happy.”

The words sting, but they’re true.

Law exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He doesn’t respond.

You hop off the bed, stretching dramatically “Anyway, I’ve decided I’m done being sad. It’s exhausting. So I’m back, and better than ever!” You flash him a grin “That means full-time comedy and flirting, just for you, Captain!”

His brow twitches “Y/N...”

You wag a finger at him “Shh, let me have this.” You strike a pose “Behold, Trafalgar D. Law’s hottest, funniest girlfriend! Incurable disease edition!”

Nothing.

You pout “Wow. Tough crowd.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose “Why do I put up with this?”

“Because I’m irresistible,” you say, leaning closer “And because you love me.”

His breath hitches for just a second.

And then, quietly “Yeah.”

You blink. Your cheeks burn “Whoa, that was easier than I thought. If I’d known getting a lovely love confession was that easy, I would’ve faked a terminal disease ages ago.”

“Not funny” he mutters.

You snicker “Okay, okay, this one wasn't the best.”

Law sighs, shaking his head. But when he looks at you, his gaze lingers, like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he looks away.

And suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. Because this is too familiar to him.

The way you laugh, the way you grin like you aren’t dying, like none of this is real... it reminds him of Corazon. Always smiling. Always laughing. Even with blood in his mouth. Even when he knew he was going to die.

A lump forms in Law’s throat.

You notice his change in expression instantly “Hey. What’s wrong?”

His fingers twitch at his sides “Nothing” he lies.

But you see it in his eyes, the fear.

You sigh, stepping closer, reaching for his hands. His fingers are cold. You squeeze them.

“Law,” you say softly “I’m not trying to leave you behind. I just... I don’t want you to only remember me as the person who was sick, who died. I want you to remember me smiling. Happy. With you. Because that's what I am.”

His hands tighten around yours.

He doesn’t say anything. But when you squeeze his hands again, he squeezes back.

You think Law has finally accepted things.

You think he’s finally listening to you, finally spending time with you instead of drowning himself in books and medical theories. And for a while, he does.

He stays close, fingers brushing against yours when you walk, arms wrapping around you when he thinks no one is looking. Some nights, he holds you a little too tight, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

It makes you happy. It makes you feel alive. But then, he starts again.

The sleepless nights. The books. The notes. The obsessive, frantic research.

You wake up one night to find the bed empty.

Again.

With a sigh, you push yourself up. You grip the blanket, taking slow, even breaths, waiting for your vision to finally settles, you get up and pad toward Law’s office.

You don’t bother knocking.

“Law...”

He doesn’t look up. He’s hunched over his desk, surrounded by open books, pages filled with diagrams of Devil Fruits and medical notes scribbled in his messy handwriting. His coat is discarded on the chair, sleeves rolled up, hands gripping a pen so tightly his knuckles are white.

You frown “What are you doing?”

“Working.” His voice is hoarse.

“Yeah, I can see that, genius. But on what?”

He finally looks at you. There’s something wild in his eyes, desperation, determination, obsession.

You step closer. Your gaze flickers to the notes. And then your heart stops.

“Law,” you whisper, throat dry “Are you... are you trying to find me a Devil Fruit?”

“Not just any Devil Fruit,” he mutters, flipping a page. His fingers move fast, tracing over diagrams “Something similar to the Ope Ope no Mi. Something that could manipulate your body, enhance cellular regeneration, maybe even reprogram the disease out of you.”

Your stomach drops.

“Law.”

“I just need to find the right one.” He keeps going like he hasn’t heard you “There’s research, fragments of old studies, theories. If I can modify a fruit’s properties, or find a compatible—”

“Law!”

He flinches.

You swallow, hands shaking “You can’t just... you can’t force me to eat a Devil Fruit.”

He glares at you, jaw clenched “If it’s the only way to save you, then yes, I can.”

The air crackles between you.

For the first time, you see that he won’t stop. He won’t accept it. Not like you have.

You take a shaky breath “You’re trying to save me the same way Corazon saved you...”

His body tenses.

“You think if I eat a fruit like yours, I’ll survive just like you did.”

Silence.

“I won’t lose you” he whispers.

Your heart clenches.

You step closer, reaching for his face, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch immediately, like he’s starved for it.

“Law,” you say softly “You can’t fix this, and it's okay.”

He squeezes his eyes shut “There’s always a way.”

You shake your head “Even if there is… do you really want to spend our last moments like this? Chasing something that might not even exist?”

His breath shudders against your palm.

For the first time, he doesn’t have an answer.

Law is different after that night.

He still spends hours in his office, buried in books, chasing after a cure that may not exist. He still barely sleeps, barely eats, his mind running in endless circles of calculations and medical theories.

But now he makes time for you.

It starts small. Sitting next to you on the deck, staring at the ocean in comfortable silence. Letting you lean against him while he reads, his hand absentmindedly brushing over yours.

Then, it becomes more. Stealing moments with you in the kitchen, pretending to help while you cook, though he mostly just watches you with those quiet, golden eyes. Taking you to watch the sunset, fingers grazing against yours but never quite holding on.

And sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, he smiles.

It reminds you of something he once told you.

“Even now you’re trying to do what Corazon did for you, aren’t you?” you say one night, breaking the silence.

Law tenses beside you.

The two of you are lying on the bed, facing each other. It’s one of the rare nights he actually gets in bed with you instead of falling asleep at his desk. His fingers hover near your wrist, not quite touching, just barely brushing your skin.

He doesn’t answer right away. But you see it in his eyes.

“I’m not like him” he mutters.

You smile, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear “You’re right. From what you told me, he was goofier. More dramatic.”

His lips twitch “That sounds more like you.”

“Maybe,” you hum “But you’re doing exactly what he did. You’re trying to give me happy memories while working yourself to death behind my back.”

His eyes darken.

You brush a hand against his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. He looks exhausted, but you know that no matter what you tell him, he won’t stop.

“You can’t save everyone, Law” you whisper.

His grip tightens around the sheets “I can save you.”

You close your eyes, exhaling softly.

“Then at least promise me something” you murmur.

He waits.

“When I go—”

“You’re not—”

“When I go,” you say again, firmer this time, “I want you to keep going. Don’t disappear. Don’t close yourself off.”

Law stares at you, his expression unreadable.

“You think I could just move on?” he finally asks, voice raw.

“I think,” you say, fingers brushing against his, “that you deserve to be happy.”

He doesn’t answer.

But later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you feel his hand finally take yours. And for the first time, you wonder who’s more afraid of losing the other, you or him.

For the first time in weeks, Law looks alive.

He bursts into the Polar Tang’s main room, eyes sharp, steps quick, movements filled with purpose. His coat flares behind him as he scans the room, spotting the Heart Pirates scattered around, Shachi and Penguin bickering, Bepo munching on a snack, Ikkaku polishing her tools.

“All of you,” he orders, voice firm, urgent “Meeting. Now.”

The crew blinks at him.

“Whoa, Captain, you good?” Penguin asks, tilting his head “You look—”

“Awake,” Shachi finishes “Which is weird, considering you haven’t slept in days.”

“Meeting. Now.” Law repeats, already turning toward the control room.

Bepo exchanges glances with the others before nodding “Let’s go.”

Within minutes, the crew is gathered. The room is tense, because they can feel it. Something has changed.

Law places both hands on the table, looking at them with determination burning in his golden eyes.

“I’ve found a cure.”

Silence.

Then Penguin nearly chokes “Wait, what?!”

“You...” Shachi’s eyes widen “You’re serious?”

Bepo’s ears twitch “Captain…”

Law nods, rolling out a hand-drawn diagram of an unknown Devil Fruit.

“It’s called the Vita Vita no Mi,” he explains “A Devil Fruit that enhances the body’s ability to regenerate and purge diseases. It was recorded in old medical texts from over a century ago, lost, believed to be a myth. But I found something.”

He flips to another page.

“There were reports of this fruit appearing in a black-market trade just over a decade ago. Tracked to an island in the Grand Line.” His gaze hardens “We’re going there.”

The crew stares.

“You mean—” Ikkaku leans forward “You mean there’s a chance?”

“A damn good one,” Law says “If I can get my hands on this fruit, if I can modify its effects, then Y/N...”

He stops. Swallows.

“Then she survives.”

The weight of his words hits the crew all at once.

Shachi exhales sharply “Tell us what you need, Captain.”

Penguin nods “We’re in.”

Bepo clenches his fist “We’ll get that fruit.”

Law looks at them, the family he’s built, the people who trust him without question.

“Set course,” he orders “We leave now.”

And for the first time since this nightmare started, there’s hope.

The ship cuts through the Grand Line’s turbulent waters, the Polar Tang moving faster than it has in weeks. There’s a sense of urgency now, an undercurrent of hope that the crew has never felt before.

Law is different. His usual calm, stoic nature is there, but there’s a fire behind his eyes, a purpose that drives every action. He barely sleeps, constantly working to map out the island, planning for the worst.

Every night, before he goes to bed, he checks on you. His hands are gentle, his gaze searching, but he says nothing. He only watches you breathe, listens to the soft rise and fall of your chest.

In those moments, you think he’s not sure if you’ll be there when he returns.

But when he talks about the cure, when he speaks of the Vita Vita no Mi, the miracle fruit, you see the fire again. Hope.

And for a while, you let yourself believe.

Days pass. The island is in sight.

Law stands at the bow of the ship, eyes fixed on the shore.

“Keep steady” he commands, his voice cold, calculated.

You’re on the deck, staring at the sky as the island draws nearer. You’ve grown weaker over the past few days. The disease is ravaging your body, and you can feel it. But you smile through it, just like you promised.

Bepo stays by your side, as always. The big polar bear mink is there, standing guard, just as loyal as ever. His presence is a small comfort to you, he’s worried, you can tell, but he never presses.

You want to get up, join the crew, help them find the cure, but Bepo gently guides you back down when you try to stand, his big paw resting on your shoulder.

Bepo says softly “Captain’s got this.”

Law approaches, his figure towering over you, the weight of his gaze unmistakable.

“I’m going with you,” you say, your voice light, teasing “No way I’m letting you get all the glory, Captain.”

He crouches in front of you, his eyes softer than they’ve been in days.

“You’re staying here with Bepo.”

You blink at him “You don’t trust me to keep up with you?”

He smiles, just barely. It’s small, fleeting, but it’s there.

“Stay here, please.” His voice is quiet, almost a plea.

You want to argue, but the look in his eyes stops you.

You smile at him, though the effort is exhausting “I’ll just be here… waiting.”

The crew disembarks, heading into the thick jungle, with Law leading the charge. The air is thick, the path winding and treacherous. It’s as though the island doesn’t want them to succeed. But they don’t stop.

The days blur together as they search, scouring every inch of the land, every forest, every cave. Law is relentless. The fruit is out there. He knows it. He can feel it.

And then a blast of sound cuts through the jungle, a distant rumble that echoes in the air. Law’s eyes widen, his body tensing. Without a word, he sprints while teleporting himself.

The crew follows quickly, but the jungle seems to twist itself around them, the path becoming harder and more dangerous as they go.

Law doesn’t care. He’s focused on one thing now: getting back to you.

You’re lying on the deck, growing weaker by the minute, your breath shallow. You know the end is near.

But Bepo stays with you, his warm presence a steady anchor. He’s the one who brings you water, who keeps you from slipping into a fevered daze. He’s the one who makes sure you’re comfortable, even as your body is slowly shutting down.

“Hang in there,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face “Captain will bring the cure back. I know he will.”

You want to reassure him, to tell him not to worry, but the words won’t come.

You reach for his paw weakly, and he holds your hand with surprising tenderness.

Hours pass. The night grows darker, and the crew has yet to return. The air is thick with tension.

Finally, the sound of heavy footsteps reaches the deck.

Law appears, drenched in sweat, his face hard but his eyes alive.

“Y/N…” His voice cracks as he kneels beside you, his hands immediately going to your face, checking for fever, your pulse.

“You found it?” you whisper, barely able to speak.

He nods, not trusting his voice. He opens his pack, pulling out the Vita Vita no Mi, the fruit wrapped carefully in cloth.

But before he can do anything, you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“Law… don’t…” You cough, a weak laugh escaping you “I don’t know if it’ll work… if it’s too late…”

“No,” he insists, his voice desperate “It will work. I won’t let you—”

“I just wanted to be with you,” you whisper, the words barely audible “I wanted to see you happy… with me.”

Bepo steps back, his heart heavy, but he’s still there, watching over you.

Law hesitates, his eyes locked on yours. The fruit still rests in his hand, but he can’t bring himself to do it—not yet.

“Please,” you whisper, weakly gripping his hand “Just stay… stay with me.”

He looks at you, the flicker of fear in his eyes, fear of losing you, the same fear he’s been running from since Corazon.

“I won’t leave you,” Law says softly “I promised, remember?”

The crew now waits in the background, hearts clenched in their chests. They don’t speak. They don’t breathe.

The night stretches on, heavy with anticipation. But nothing happens.

Law continues to hold the fruit, watching you closely, waiting for a sign, a flicker of hope. But you’ve grown so still. The seconds feel like hours, and when Law finally lifts the fruit to your lips, your eyes flicker open again, meeting his.

You smile, the faintest of smiles.

“I’m sorry for not being stronger…” You pause, each word coming with effort, but you press on “But you have to live, okay? You have to keep going. Don’t waste your life… Please… don’t waste it… for me.”

His eyes widen in shock, and a single tear slips down his cheek.

“I can’t lose you” he whispers, his voice breaking.

But you just smile faintly, your hand weakly squeezing his “Even if this won't work, I need you to know you already saved me… You gave me this life, this love. Now live it, for both of us.”

Your eyes flutter shut once more, and the world holds its breath.

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darkwitchoferie · 1 month ago

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New Year's Consequences

Summary: Your best friend, Jeongin, got very drunk and left a rambling voice note confessing to certain feelings he has for you. While listening to the message several times over, you hurry to his and Chan’s apartment.

Cw/tw: drunk confession, unprotected piv, face-sitting, face-fucking, cum swallowing, a little dom!IN, pussy slapping, pet names (baby, sweet girl), aftercare fluff

Wc: 6k

This fic is part of a series of unconnected best friends to lovers fics, the others of which can be found on my master list.

You groaned, rolling over as you woke up. It was Saturday morning and you didn’t want to be awake yet. Reaching for your phone to check the time, you saw you had a voice note from your best friend Jeongin.

“’Member tha uh… party. With th’ tree and th’ coun’ing and th’ lights? ‘Member you kissed me? Love tha’ kiss. Can stop thinkin’ ‘bout it. Wish it woulda been longer. Wish you stay th’ nigh’ with me. Wish you stay ALL th’ nigh’s with me. You smell good, li’e all th’ time. How come? Bed’s empty, tha’s sad. Y/nnie!! Oh hi, Channie-hyung. Leavin’ message for Y/nnie. Wha’ you mean? Nu-uh. Love Y/nnie, gotta tell ‘er. Only a lil drunk, ‘s o –”

The message abruptly cut off. You stared at your phone and the time stamp that message was sent to you – 3:17 am. Then you hit play and listened to it again. Maybe it was silly to be giddy over a drunk confession but you were, squealing and kicking your feet. After all, drunk actions were sober thoughts, or whatever the saying was.

You tossed your blanket off, rushing to get dressed. You hesitated in front of your closet for a moment, it was cold, but you wanted to look cute. Besides, you were only going to be outside for a couple minutes at most. You pulled on a knee-length skirt Jeongin had bought for you a couple of years previously, pairing it with the new cable knit sweater you’d gotten yourself. While you dressed and did you hair, you played Jeongin’s voice note over and over.

In you car, your phone automatically hooked into the Bluetooth, like always, so you were hearing his voice note through much better speakers. You remembered the New Year’s party he was talking about. It had been a New Year’s kiss, as soon as the clock struck midnight. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it either. How soft his lips were, the way he’d gently cradled your head in one hand, the other pressing against your lower back, how it was over far too soon for your liking.

You reached Chan and Jeongin’s apartment in record time. You hurried to the main door, only regretting the skirt for a moment when the wind blew. You paced anxious circles in the elevator. Now that you were here, you wondered if maybe you should have waited until later in the day or just called him. It was too late to turn back now though, you were here and you were going to see this through.

Chan answered the door when you knocked, took one look at your face and as soon as the door was closed behind you, said, “You listened to it.”

“I did,” you beamed at him.

“Good,” Chan smiled at you. “He’s not awake yet. Don’t do anything dumb. I’ll be out for the day,” he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, just above your ear, as he passed by.

Hearing that he wasn’t awake yet, and knowing how drunk he’d likely been the night before and therefore how hungover he was likely to be this morning, you made your way to their kitchen. You made a few slices of peanut butter toast, knowing it was one of the options he would eat even if it got cold, and grabbed a coconut water. Then made yourself a quick smoothie since you hadn’t had breakfast before you ran out of your apartment.

Once in his room, you just watched him sleep for a few minutes. You sighed quietly – your best friend was gorgeous, there was no denying it. Even passed out, he looked adorable. You set the food on his night stand and climbed onto his bed, settling in to wait until he woke up. You were quietly scrolling your Tiktok feed, enjoying the thirst edits of the sleeping man beside you, when you felt Jeongin start to stir.

You looked over at him as he blearily blinked his eyes open. “Y/nnie?” His sleep-deepened voice rasped out. “What’re…?”

“Here, drink this.”

“No drinks,” he protested quietly.

“It’s coconut water. Drink, then I made toast.” He did as you instructed, slowly.

“Eugh, I reek,” he commented after downing the last of the water.

“You smell like whiskey,” you agreed easily.

“Eugh.” After another moment, he rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After several minutes, you heard the shower turn on and settled back into his bed with your phone.

Quite a while later, Jeongin, hair messy and damp and clad only in a pair of loose pants, bounced onto his bed beside you. “Now that I feel human again, what’s the early morning occasion, bestie?”

“I’ve always hated how easily you get over a hangover,” you commented, turning to smile at him. “How drunk were you last night? Like, do you remember everything?”

“Oh God, I did something embarrassing didn’t I? Is that why you’re here? The boys called you ‘cause the Maknae was embarrassing himself?”

“No,” you laughed, interrupting him. It was a fair assumption though – the other members had called you for exactly that reason more than a few times. “You called me. Or rather, you left me a voice note. Here, listen.” With a couple quick taps, you played the voice note you’d already listened to so many times this morning.

You expected some worry, some nerves at how you’d react. What you did not expect was for Jeongin to try to get out of bed and run from you. Thankfully, you were able to keep him in place. Despite being significantly stronger than you, he never wanted to accidentally hurt anyone so he held back and let you push him around.

You tossed a leg over his waist, settling yourself comfortably on his abs. Then you realized your mistake. The only thing separating his drool-worthy abs from your pussy, was your underwear, your skirt having flared out a bit. You did your best to ignore this fact, needing to focus, but still, you felt yourself getting wet against the heat of his abs. The fact that you were already turned on from being beside Jeongin and the thirst edits you’d watched also didn’t help your situation.

“You drunkenly confess and then try to run away? So, it’s safe to assume you meant it then? Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have run. You’d have denied, or joked.” You didn’t bother suppressing your grin.

“Can we end the teasing early, please. Really not how I want my day to go.” He turned his head, not looking at you.

“You idiot,” you rolled your eyes at him. “Why do you think I left Busan the second I could to follow you here? I could’ve stayed behind for Eun-Ji, ya know, my other best friend? But I didn’t. Because I’m not in love with her.”

“But…,” his brow furrowed in confusion, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes, “you moved here almost five years ago.”

“You’re adorable when you’re confused.”

He wiggled in place under you and you had to bite the side of your tongue to hold in the moan that movement elicited. Finally, he turned to face you completely. “I don…. You’ve been in love with me for five years?”

“More than. I don’t actually know how long,” you shrugged. “It’s why no one back home was surprised I followed you out here.”

His hands, which had been fisted in his sheets like he was trying not to touch you, came up to tentatively smooth over your thighs, over your skirt, and gently grasp your hips. You saw the look on his face shift from a little confused still to curious as his grip settled you more firmly against his abs.

“Hold on, are you…?” he shifted again and you pressed your lips together to hold in another moan. “You are.” His eyes lit up. “You’re wet, Y/nnie. Do you like sitting on me that much?” The familiar sly smile graced his face as he further tightened his grip on your hips, deliberately pulling you more firmly against himself.

“Now is not the time, Innie. We’re having a discussion.” You attempted to remain serious, even as you rolled your hips against him, pulling a low moan from your own throat at the friction that move provided.

“You’re absolutely right,” his smile didn’t dim at all. “You were saying no one back home was surprised you followed me?”

“Of course they weren’t.” He held tight to your hips, rocking you against his abs again.

“Why not?” he asked, when you didn’t go on.

“They all knoh that I’ve been in love with you for years.” You braced a hand on his chest, as he kept up a steady, firm pace, rolling you against his abs. “God, why’s that feel so good?”

He slid his hands down off your hips, then up under your skirt, to grip your bare hips. “Does it, Y/nnie?” He shifted your hips, shifting the way your clit rubbed against his abs, and pulling another moan from you. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smirked. “Why didn’t you ever say? That you love me?”

“Why didn’t – ah – you?” You countered, voice breathy. You were more than a little surprised at just how good it felt to be rubbing against Jeongin’s abs.

“Nerves,” he answered simply. “I say something and I risk losing my best friend. But if I’d known it would get me this – you humping yourself on my abs like you’re in heat,” he gave you that sly smile again, the tip of his tongue sliding out. You pinched him where your hand was braced on his chest, pulling a chuckle from him.

“Same though,” you answered finally, working to control your breathing. He nodded before stopping your hip movement and smirking at the whine that pulled from you. His hand slid over and shifted your panties to the side. “Oh god,” you moaned, feeling him against your bare pussy.

“Yeah, bet that feels better instead of your soaked panties, huh baby?” he teased. You glared, but it didn’t stop you from rolling your hips again. He flipped the front of your skirt up, holding it up with his hands on your hips. “Mm, such a cute pussy, baby. Can’t wait to feel you on my cock.”

You whimpered, not only at his words and the image they provided, but at the feeling of your orgasm building up in your belly. “I swear, if you make me cum before you kiss me –” Your threat was cut off as he tangled one hand in the front of your sweater and pulled you down to him. You barely caught yourself in time to stop from crashing face first into him, but it was totally worth it when you felt his lips on yours for the first time. You moaned into his mouth as he tilted his own head to deepen the kiss, your hand gripping his shoulder tighter and your hips speeding up.

“C’mon baby,” he pushed up on your chest, moving you just far enough that he could talk. “You gonna cum for me? Make a mess on my abs?” You whimpered, the hand still on your hip, pulling you tighter against him. Laying on him like this, you got more direct stimulation to your clit and it was doing wonders toward building your orgasm. Then he flexed, giving you harder muscles to rub against. “Yeah, you are. Look at you, baby. So pretty, falling apart on me.”

His words were doing as much for you as the stimulation on your clit. You ground down on his abs a handful more times before finally that coil in your belly snapped and you came, shuddering above him.

“Good girl,” Jeongin wrapped both arms around you, tugging you down against his chest and running a soothing hand over your back. “God baby, you look so good when you cum. Knew you would, knew you’d be gorgeous falling apart for me.” He pressed soft kisses against the side of your head and face that he could reach. You lay against him, delighting in his closeness as you got your breathing under control. “Baby?” he asked, once your breathing was back to normal.

“Hm?”

“You good to keep going, or no?”

“Why would I stop now?” you demanded, sitting back up, still straddling him.

He offered a small smile and said, “I’ve been with two girls who had fairly long recovery periods and didn’t want to be touched after an orgasm.”

“Mm.” You did not like the thought of him having sex with other people. You knew he had, objectively. But you didn’t want to think of it.

Clearly he caught something in your eyes or face that let him know what you were feeling, probably thanks to knowing each other for so long. His small smile widened into a teasing smirk. “Are you jealous, baby?”

“No,” you insisted. “They’re not the ones who just came on your abs. Their loss,” you shrugged.

“Mm-hm. And don’t you forget it.” You leaned back over him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Arms still around you, Jeongin sat up, causing you to shift so that you were in his lap instead of on his abs now. You broke the kiss, head lolling back as you moaned at the feeling of his hard cock under you. The way your underwear was shoved to the side was starting to get uncomfortable but, with the way he felt under you and with the way he was kissing and licking your neck, you could not have cared less.

You gasped, hand flying to his hair, as he harshly sucked a hickey into the side of your neck, then whimpered, pussy clenching when he shifted slightly to bite down where your neck and shoulder met. He pulled away again to capture your lips, his tongue sliding past your lips and over yours. You ground down against his cock, smirking when he pulled away from your mouth with a groan.

“Shirt off, baby. Lemme see those pretty tits,” his hands slid up under the hem of your sweater. You quickly tugged it off, tossing it off the side of his bed, quickly followed by your bra. “Gorgeous,” his hands slid up, cupping each breast. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to one nipple before his tongue darted out, kitten licking the same nipple. His other hand gently squeezed your tit, fingers quickly shifting to play with that nipple. His eyes stayed focused on your face, watching every reaction.

You buried a hand in his hair, holding him against you, even as you rolled your hips against the bulge in his sweats. He switched his mouth to the other boob, sucking your nipple into his mouth. He gently suckled on you as the fingers on his other hand rolled and tugged on your other nipple, pulling soft moans from between your lips.

He released your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ then dropped to lay back on his bed. “Come up here,” he tugged your hips, dragging you up his body. “Need you to sit on my face.” You lifted, about to get off of him so you could at least take your panties off, when he took the opportunity to reach between your thighs. You thought maybe he was going to push his fingers into you – a very welcome intrusion. Instead, he tore the crotch of your panties.

“Jeongin!”

“What? They were already ruined with how wet you got them.”

“Shut up,” you flushed.

“Make me,” he grinned slyly up at you, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip. You narrowed your eyes at him, aware that his words were more dare than teasing. You crawled up the rest of his body, kneeling on either side of his face and felt him chuckle just as you sat on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you to him, tongue lapping at your wet folds, your ruined underwear laying against his chin and nose. You quickly tucked your skirt into it’s waist band so you could look down and see his face.

“Oh god, Innie,” you groaned, one hand bracing against his headboard, the other coming down to tangle in his hair. He hummed against you, vibrations shooting straight into you. Your hips moved without your conscious decision, rubbing yourself against him as he alternated his tongue, licking your clit one second, then fucking up into your cunt the next. He wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking it into his mouth and batting it around with his tongue, before quickly shifting to fuck his tongue up into your hole again.

His hands slid from your hips, coming up to fondle your tits. You lost yourself in the pleasure of his mouth and his hands. His lips and tongue seemed to be on every centimeter of your pussy constantly, licking, kissing, and sucking your flesh while he swallowed down every bit of arousal flowing from you. You rolled your hips, humping yourself against his face, broken moans falling from your lips constantly.

His fingers teased your nipples, plucking, pinching, and rolling the sensitive nubs between his fingertips, before his hands shifted to squeeze your tits. He gently squeezed both mounds of flesh, pressing them together and flicking his thumbs over your hardened nipples. Your grip on his hair tightened as you clenched against his tongue. He moaned against you, shifting to wrap his lips around your clit.

He suckled the little bundle of nerves into his mouth, pressing his tongue firmly against it, then flicking it with the tip of his tongue. “Close,” you moaned out. He didn’t change his actions, continuing to flick your clit with his tongue and very soon after, you were cumming, back arching and gushing on his face. You sagged forward, forehead pressed against the top of his headboard as you came down from your high. Below you, Jeongin lapped up your release.

You felt him wipe his face on your skirt then let out a surprised yelp when he yanked you down onto the bed beside him. “You’re delicious,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Always knew that tongue would be amazing,” you replied. He laughed, bright and loud. “Mm,” your hand smoothed down his chest, coming to rest on the prominent bulge in his loose sweats. “Need you in my mouth Innie,” you said, gently squeezing his dick.

He groaned. “Wanna suck me off, baby?”

“Nope. Want you to fuck my mouth.” You tipped your head back to look up at him, blinking up at him as innocently as you could with your hand still fondling his cock through his pants. “Will you, pretty please?”

He groaned again, eyes rolling back, before leaning down to capture your lips in a hard, possessive kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue when he pushed it into your mouth. He broke the kiss, rolling away from you and off the bed. You watched as he stood up and shucked off his sweats – no underwear under them. You moaned, watching his hard cock bob when he pulled his pants down.

“Come here, baby,” he held out his hand to you, cocky grin on his face. You shifted over to him, pulling off your skirt and destroyed panties, and tossing them toward where you sweater and bra had landed, as you did. Jeongin leaned down, claiming your lips in a hard, possessive kiss before manhandling you into the position he wanted you in. He laid you on your back, legs relaxed, hands on your thighs, head dangling over the edge of the bed. “Ready?” he asked, gripping the base of his cock.

“Please,” you responded, dropping your jaw and holding your tongue out over your bottom teeth.

He was gentle, shallow, on the first motion. He slid just the head of his cock against your tongue, letting you taste the precum beading on his slit. With each roll of his hips, he pushed a little more of his cock into your waiting mouth. You were torn – on the one hand, he was being sweet and caring, letting you adjust and figure out how much of his cock would fit in your mouth; on the other, you really just wanted him to do as you’d asked and fuck your mouth.

You struggled a little, gagging lightly, before he was all the way in your mouth, but you still whined when he quickly pulled out. He looked down at you, head tilted to the side as though in question. Then he took the hand that had been around the base of his cock and placed it on your throat. He didn’t apply any pressure, just held his hand there almost as if holding you still. You moaned as he pushed his cock back in your mouth, this time completely bottoming out until you gagged around his head. He held there for a few seconds before pulling back and asking, “Okay?”

“Please,” you pleaded, voice already breathy.

He grinned again. Keeping that hand still on your neck, he built up a steady rhythm, fucking his cock into your more-than-willing mouth. You moaned around his length, fingers curling and scratching your own thighs.

You could feel yourself getting wetter again and some distant part of your mind wondered if it was healthy to still be this turned on after you’d already cum twice. Mostly though, you didn’t have the brain space to really think about it. You could feel your mind going a little hazy, like it did when you had a partner you could trust to take care of you while he used you.

Without conscious decision, one of your hands slid off your thigh to your soaked pussy. You ran two fingers along your slit, gathering your own wetness, before pressing those fingers against your clit, your hips lifting slightly to seek the relief your fingers were bringing.

Jeongin batted your hand away from your clit, then landed a quick smack to your pussy lips. He pulled out of your mouth, using the hand that had been against your throat to tip your head so he could look you in the eyes. “That pussy is mine to play with, understand?” You whimpered, even as you nodded. “Good,” he replied, landing one more quick slap on your pussy before thrusting back into your waiting mouth.

You tried to close your legs, hoping for that relief at least, but he pushed your thighs apart, slapping you again. You clenched around nothing as you moaned around his length. Understanding what he wanted, you spread your thighs further apart, bending your knees and planting your feet flat on his bed.

“Good girl,” he groaned out. The praise sent a shiver of lust down your spine and you rolled your hips, seeking some sort of friction you knew wasn’t there. He kept up his steady pace in your mouth, unconcerned about the drool spilling over your cheeks and into your hair. The hand on your neck tightened briefly and you moaned. “Yeah, sweet girl? Do you like letting me use you?” You moaned in response, pulling an echoing groan from him.

“So good to me, Y/nnie, letting me use your pretty mouth.” His praises came out breathier as he kept going, punctuated with his own moans. “Look so pretty in my bed. Gonna let me fuck that gorgeous cunt too? Make a mess of your sloppy cunt, hm?”

You had gripped the blanket below you to resist the urge to reach for your pussy. Part of you wondered if he’d slap your pussy again if you did – and wanted him to. But there was a little niggle that maybe he’d stop fucking your mouth and you really wanted him to come down your throat, so you resisted. Your grip on the blanket tightened as his hips sped up, causing a little gag with every thrust. Your pussy clenched as you thought about him fucking your pussy like he was fucking your mouth.

“Gonna cum, Y/nnie. Where, baby?” Your hand flew to his hips, as if you could hold him in your mouth. You sucked him, as best as you could given the way your head was tilted. He groaned and you felt his cock twitch in your mouth seconds before he stilled and you tasted his hot cum flooding your mouth. He pulled out quickly, tilting your head back up so it was easier for you to swallow. Your tongue darted out, catching the little bit that had spilled onto your upper lip. “God, baby,” he groaned out, watching you.

He grabbed your hips, pushing a bit so you were fully on the bed again. Then he bent over you, forehead resting on your belly as he tried to catch his breath. You carded your fingers through his messy, sweat-dampened hair, working to catch your own breath even as you tipped your head slightly back to kitten lick the head of his still-hard cock. The broken moan that came from him at your actions, spurred you to keep going.

Abruptly, he stood straight up and stared down at you. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” You grinned happily up at him. He reached for your hips again, manhandling you to spin you around. He brought your hips to the edge of his bed, hooking his hands under your knees to keep your thighs spread, legs in the air, and thrust into you with one smooth stroke.

“Oh god,” you moaned out, hands flying to tightly grip his arms.

“Yeah?” he offered his sweetest smile, the kind that usually melted your insides but this time, set them aflame. He leaned over you, spreading your thighs as wide as possible, to claim your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away from your lips to say, “You’re so wet baby. Did you really enjoy that, that much?”

“Mm-hm,” you nodded, smoothing your hand up one of his arms and coming up to wrap around the back of his neck. “Trust you, like it when you use me,” you said simply, struggling for a moment to find words.

He seemed to notice your struggle because the sweet look in his eyes shifted, turning darker, but he didn’t actually say anything. Instead, he pulled back, pulling nearly all the way out of you, before slamming back in again, as hard as the angle he was at would allow him to. Though you didn’t see it, he grinned at the way your eyes rolled back in your head. He shifted back, standing fully upright and keeping your thighs spread, then set a fast, punishing pace.

He looked down at where you were connected, groaning as he watched his cock disappear into you. “Feel so good, sweet girl. Pussy’s so wet and warm. Take me so well,” he moaned out between thrusts. You had a bit of trouble hearing him over the nearly constant moans he was pulling from you. Already being on the edge from the way he’d used your mouth, your orgasm was building quickly and he could feel it in the way you clenched around him. “Feeling good, baby? You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?”

You moaned in response, long and deep in your chest, nodding your head though it felt difficult to do, like you’d just woken up. Jeongin let go of both of your legs, reaching down with one hand to wrap around the back of your neck and tug you up closer to him. Meeting you halfway, he leaned down to claim your lips in a sloppy, barely-a-kiss, kiss. You couldn’t seem to get your lips to cooperate with you, so you mostly just moaned against his lips. Not that he seemed to mind. His other hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb coming to rub quick, firm circles against your clit.

With just a few more hard thrusts, you came apart, back arching, head lolling back, as your orgasm crashed though you. Jeongin’s thrusts slowed, but didn’t stop, as he fucked you through your high. He laid you back on the bed, following so he was bent over you. He pressed his face between your tits, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your chest before twisting to take one of your nipples between his lips. You whimpered as he sucked the bud into his mouth, tongue flicking over it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he continued the slow roll of his hips, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair as he continued to suck on your tit. You relished the slow drag of his cock in your sensitive cunt, whimpering with each roll of his hips, but the part of your mind that was still present, wanted to feel him cum in you, wanted to feel him fill you up. To get him to speed up, you deliberately clenched around him.

You felt the huff of his chuckle against your wet nipple as he pulled away. “Ready for more, sweet girl?” You nodded, tightening your legs around his hips. “Gonna make a mess of this pussy, just like I said. Gonna let me cum in you, let me ruin you?”

“Yes,” you forced the word out, voice breathy and barely loud enough to be heard. This time you saw his wicked grin.

Instead of fucking you harder, like you’d thought he would, he pulled out completely. You whined, kicking your legs in protest. He grabbed one of your legs, stopping your kicks as he pressed a kiss to the side of your ankle. “I know, poor baby.” Any sympathy in his voice was wrecked by the wicked grin still on his face. “Relax, sweet girl. Just wanna move you.”

You let him manhandle you to the new position he wanted. He moved you properly up on his bed, laying flat, face down against the pillow he’d been sleeping on, grabbing the other and stuffing it under your hips. He kept your thighs pressed together, but canted your hips up slightly. You felt him shift around behind you, looking back as best as you could from the angle you were at, watching him bracket your thighs with his own. You watched him grab the base of his cock and press against your cunt. You should’ve been, but weren’t prepared for the force of his thrust as he slid back into you. You slid up against his pillow with the force of his thrust, groaning at the feeling of being full again.

He gripped your hips, quickly finding his former, hard pace. You, of course, couldn’t see it, but Jeongin’s gaze was locked on your fucked-out face, watching the way your eyes had rolled back and the drool that was already steadily seeping onto his pillow. He couldn’t bring himself to care that he’d definitely have to do laundry today. His grip on your hips tightened as he fucked you harder, delighting in every strangled moan he pulled from your throat.

He dropped forward, catching himself with a hand on either side of your head. He hovered over you, caging you against his bed, close enough to feel the heat from his skin, but not close enough to touch. You canted your hips back, changing the angle enough to pull him deeper into you. You whined at the way his cock rubbed against every sensitive spot in your cunt.

“Yeah, baby? Does that feel good?” You couldn’t find words to answer, just whimpers and trying to move your hips against him. “Mm, I always wondered what you’d be like with my cock in you,” his voice was breathy but still teasing. “And look at you, completely cock-drunk.” He rocked his hips, pulling a whine from you when he went deeper into you. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the side of your face and lips, your neck and shoulder, between muttered praises. “Feel so good on my cock, baby. Take me so well, like you were made for me. Can’t believe we wasted so much time. Shoulda told you I love you forever ago. Gonna make up for it now, love you good. Love you forever.”

You whined and whimpered under him, too far gone to truly register his words, just the tone in which he said them. Your breath came fast and in short huffs. Distantly you registered that you were getting a little dizzy but it wasn’t something you could articulate or even really focus on for more than a second.

His hand slid under your hip, quickly finding your clit. “Gonna cum in you, sweet girl. Think you have one more for me? Yeah, you do. Can feel it. That’s it, baby, let go for me. Come on.” And you did, fists tightly gripping the pillow under your face, cunt clenching around his cock, and your vision going white.

The next thing you knew, Jeongin was lying beside you, hand softly smoothing up and down your spine. “Hey baby. You back with me?”

You blinked owlishly at him a few times, struggling for a moment to process what had happened. “Did I pass out?”

“Only for like a minute.” You shifted to face him fully, feeling his cum leak from you and onto his blanket. “Gonna have to keep a better eye on your breathing next time. You started to hyperventilate and I didn’t catch it. I’m sorry, baby.” You saw guilt creep into his eyes.

“Oh Innie, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m more than fine, baby. I swear.” You reassured him, reaching out to press your hand over his still-thudding heart.

“Mm.” You couldn’t tell if he was fully reassured or not, but he said, “Still, I’m going to keep a better eye on your breathing. That scared me a bit. Well, more than a bit.”

“Okay,” you agreed easily. You tried to shift again, tried to move closer to him, only to find that your limbs felt like jello.

He chuckled, seeing your semi-glare at your own legs. “Come here,” he reached over and tugged you so that you were nearly on top of him. Something of your surprise at how close he wanted you to be must’ve shown on his face because he said, “I like how close you are. Always.” A pleased, giddy, grin broke across your face and you nuzzled against his pec. After a quiet moment, during which his fingers trailed up and down your arm, he shifted. “Come on. I need another shower, and I know you do too.”

He slipped out from under you then reached out and scooped you up in a bridal carry. “Innie!”

“It’s fine, I’ve got you.” You didn’t protest further, letting him carry you into his bathroom. In the shower, he let you lean on him, supporting you weight even after you didn’t need him to, while you both cleaned up, scrubbing the sweat, drool, and cum from you both.

Once out, he wrapped you in a towel while you wrapped your hair in another. Then, once again, picked you up and carried you back into his room.

“Here, baby,” Jeongin sat you on the ottoman at the foot of his bed. “Stay here. I’m gonna strip the bed, start the laundry, then I’ll bring you a snack, okay?”

“I can move on my own, Innie.”

“Yeah, now you can,” he teased, chuckling. He gently ran a finger tip over your flushed cheeks. His voice softened, “Let me take care of you, sweet girl.”

“Okay,” you said softly, nodding a little. He grinned and leaned in to press a quick, firm kiss to your lips, before moving off to put on boxers and strip his bed.

You sat, wrapped in a towel still, and watched him, marveling at how thoroughly your best friend and now lover wanted to take care of you.

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