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k-hotchoisan · 1 year ago

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under the sheets

making you hide under the sheets in the heat of the moment when Mingi's roommate walks in was the quickest idea, just that it wasn't the brightest, not that you and your pretty little mouth were complaining.

Rating: Explicit (m)

Genres/Warnings: smut, pwp, pervert!Mingi, whole lot of mingi brain rot, size kink, face fuckin, reader has an oral fixation, blow jobs, someone fucking walks in and reader sucks mingi off under the sheets, deep throat, hair pulling, unprotected sex, (kinda) mating press, clit stimulation, orgasms

WC: 2.8K

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Lying comfortably on Mingi’s chest, the both of you are cuddled up as if the bed didn’t have sufficient space. The silence was comfortable too—Mingi glancing over from time to time when he heard your soft giggles at something you saw on social media. Mingi’s roommates are out for the night, so Mingi didn’t hesitate to take the chance to bring you over—it doesn’t happen often anyway.

As the evening progressed, so did your position—from his chest to now you’ve sunk to Mingi’s lap. You were so comfortable with the position.

“You should pick dinner, Princess,” Mingi says, briefly glancing down at you. You switch over to a food delivery app and start scrolling. Halfway through, you roll between Mingi’s legs.

You look up at him, tapping his thigh to get his attention. “What about this?”, you’d ask, showing him your phone screen, in which Mingi nods, taking your phone to place his order. When he passes your phone back to him, he realises that you’re in a rather interesting position—right between his legs.

He cocks an eyebrow.

“You know, Princess, you’re quite in a dangerous position right now”, he offhandedly says, trying to keep his dick from jumping thanks to his newfound realisation.

You tilt your head, acting confused, “But your roommates know I’m here right?”

The funny thing was that Mingi did tell his roommates that you’d be coming over, he just happened to forget to tell them what time you would be over. It would have been all fine if a knock didn’t vibrate through the room before it swung open at lightning speed.

Mingi barely had the time to even think of a decision—he simply pulled the sheets over you, it being big enough to cover the entirety of you, the entirety of the extension of the whole suggestive situation. Mingi wasn’t interested in being teased for the next four months over it.

You remain still, hearing muffled voices. It sounded like San had barged in, but you couldn’t quite make out what he wanted from Mingi. The rest of the conversation doesn’t register in your head—you couldn’t hear them anyway—and you realise your predicament—you’re facing Mingi’s crotch.

And he’s half hard.

Your hands slowly wander to his thighs, teasingly bringing his shorts up with them, exposing the bare, supple, and thick flesh of his thighs. Enticing would be an understatement. Mingi’s thighs jolt slightly when he feels your warm hands smooth across his skin, but he stays still. His hands are out of the sheets, and that was all the more you could and wanted to see how far you could take this.

From the sounds of it, San is still talking to your partner. And then Mingi’s body jumps when your lips are pressed against the inner of his thigh, sucking his supple thighs, to the point Mingi’s hands slide underneath the covers to cup your cheeks to stop. It’s a pity that you’re currently under the covers and that your view is completely obstructed, but the thought of making Mingi forcing himself to stay composed all while he’s helpless, and letting you do whatever you wanted with him? That was more than enough to seal the deal for you.

His cock is slowly growing harder the more you press your hands onto the polyester shorts he wore, massaging his balls, feeling him jerk at every touch—the way his cock only hardens painfully against the fabric, the way his legs slowly spread open as a silent invitation to mess him up even more.

And you’d gladly take it.

“I don’t know. Have you asked Seonghwa Hyung?” Mingi asks back, reminding himself to fucking breathe and concentrate on what San is asking him. Your hands are patting all over his thighs, sliding past the opening of his shorts, soft squeezes on his balls through his underwear short-circuiting his brain. Mingi is gradually sinking into the bed, his body getting greedy.

“Yeah, I did, but he’s not replying me”, San replies. He’s pacing around Mingi’s room. Mingi is wondering why San just doesn’t leave instead of just loitering in his room. That train of thought surfaces because Mingi thinks nothing would benefit San from staying, and definitely not because you’re just teasing the ever-loving fuck out of his hard cock.

Mingi pulls up the covers while San is looking away, dialing Seonghwa on his phone, and Mingi is greeted by you, staring right back at him, hand rubbing against his painfully thick and clothed erection. Fuck.

His eyes are warning you—I don’t think this is a good idea. But it all the more rouses you to want to rile him up—the risk of getting caught makes your cunt leak a little more than usual. You give his cock a squeeze, pressing against the tip of his cockhead, and Mingi shuts his eyes and exhales shakily. You see him mouth fuck from above as his resolve slowly dissipates the more you tease him like that.

Mingi then opts to draw gentle circles on your cheeks before he has to force himself to return his attention to San, hoping that you’d leave his cock alone, at least, until San leaves.

Of course, you don’t, because the moment Mingi looks away once more, you tug the waistband of his shorts, and attempt to yank it off as quietly as possible, leaving his heavy and thick cock resting on his abdomen. You can’t tell what expression or what Mingi is thinking, but you do know that his cock looks delicious as fuck now.

More muffled voices are heard above you, but you’re fixated on wanting to fit his cock into your mouth. You spit on his cock, then pumping his length while you let your tongue run over the base of his dick, teasing his balls as well. Your eyes wander to Mingi’s hands shifting—and he has one hand going under his shirt up letting it ride up, his abs coming into full view, and his other hand reaching out to stroke your hair. Mingi has completely given up trying to stop you at this point, slowly letting himself drown in this pleasure—all while San is still in his room.

You lick a stripe up Mingi’s cock, and you hear his low grunts. He’s shifting, becoming more fidgety.

Then you let your lips rest on the tip of his cockhead, before fitting the entirety of his cock into your mouth, feeling it fill up your mouth to the brim, your hands pushing Mingi’s hips down, taking note of how his abs are flexed. Mingi’s hand tangle in your hair, tugging against your scalp. You choke slightly, freezing in place for a second in case San hears you, before letting his cock rest at the back of your throat.

Mingi pulls the covers open slightly, his eyes are glazed out from the sensation of his cock in your fucking mouth, and the sight of you looking up at him all innocent and trying to keep his fat cock in your mouth without slobbering and evidently failing, only drives Mingi further off the edge. His fingers are tight around your scalp, pushing your head gently down his cock. He’s almost on the brink of just fucking bursting until San snaps his attention back.

“Oh, right, isn’t your girlfriend coming?” San asks, turning to look at his friend. “Also, why the hell is your face so red?”

Mingi’s eyes dart away, his face flushing even more, but he still tries to remain composed, even though the situation he is in nothing but.

He’s barely able to formulate a coherent response, considering his mind is flooding with just wanting to fuck your face underneath the covers while you’re slowly going up and down his wet dick.

“It’s pretty warm”, Mingi answers curtly, his mind completely in the gutter at this point, shutting his eyes uncontrollably when he feels his cock hit the back of your throat once more. Another soft fuck leaves his lips when he feels your lips kiss down his girth, kissing and sucking the base of his cock.

“Riiight. Then I’ll make my leave. Sorry for barging in Min”, San adds, feeling that he was probably interrupting something, but he wasn’t sure what. His phone rings in his hands and he flashes Mingi a smile before he disappears past the door, shutting it close.

Mingi feels like he can finally breathe, pushing the covers off more so he can finally focus on you better. You don’t hesitate to bob your head more freely now, taking his cock in deeper and faster down your throat, and Mingi pulling against your scalp, groaning at the noises you make while you take him.

“Shit. That’s a good fucking girl. Your mouth is such a good fucking hole, babe”, Mingi groans, pushing your head down to take in more, making you choke slightly, but it only rouses you further to make him break.

“You’re so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat like that”, he hums, stroking your hair back, before he sinks his fingers in once more to tug against your scalp, making you moan in response, then letting him just fuck your face seconds later. Strings of curses fill the air as Mingi uses your mouth to reach his high, completely drenched in the pleasure, all while still being able to remind you that your mouth is his favourite part of you to dump his cum in, and that he adores seeing your face stuffed full with his cock.

“Cumming. So fucking good,” Mingi sighs, releasing his grip on your hair, “you gonna be a good girl and swallow it all?” It earns a desperate nod from you, despite the tears streaming down your cheeks and his precum and spit down your chin, because fuck it feels so fucking good to let your mouth be used like this by Mingi.

With a low moan, Mingi’s cock twitches in your mouth, his viscous warm cum trickling down your throat, some leaking past the corner of your lips even as you try to keep it all in your mouth and down your throat. Mingi’s hands are in your hair once more, bucking his hips to get hit the back of your throat, his head pressed into the pillows, eyes shut in sheer pleasure from cumming down your throat.

Mingi catches his breath as you pull away with a pop, dabbing the sides of your lips with the back of your hand. You’re shift to leave the bed, that is, until Mingi grabs your wrist and pulls you back to the bed, quickly trapping you underneath him.

He hasn’t softened.

He stares down at you with a smug expression, one that makes you swallow hard and your cunt pulse.

“Had your fun acting cute?” Mingi asks, narrowing his eyes at you. He presses his thumb at the corner of your lips and watches you hungrily as you take his thumb into your mouth, coating it in your spit, all while not breaking eye contact with you. Once he thinks it’s enough, he trails down agonisingly slow down south, feeling your goosebumps form in anticipation until his finger pauses right at your clit.

Mingi continues, “teasing and sucking my cock while San was in the room, hm? Naughty girl.”

You try to formulate a sentence, but your mind is rendered useless the moment he presses his thumb on your clit, giving it slow, circular rubs. Your hand that grabs onto his wrist out of instinct doesn’t do anything to stop him.

“Couldn’t help it babe”, you reply breathlessly, mind growing hazier by the second the more Mingi massages your clit, squirming from time to time under him. “Needed your cock in my mouth so fucking badly.”

“Fuck. You’ll be the fucking death of me, Princess”, Mingi sighs, his gaze towering over you as your eyes roll back when Mingi lets the pleasure slowly build when your cunt progressively grows wetter with slick.

“Mingi… please. Feels so good”, you whimper, pushing your hips against his thumb, desperate for more movement. Mingi is thinking of teasing you even more—he thinks you’re so fucking adorable when you’re on the verge of begging. But since you had been such a good girl for him, he thinks you should be rewarded.

Sparks start to splatter beneath your eyelids, your moans climbing up in pitch the more his thumb grazes against your clit.

“I’m gonna cum-“, and your orgasm washes over you before you can finish speaking, forcing your eyes to screw shut while it shakes through your body, broken whines slipping past your lips, your cream and slick soaking Mingi’s fingers.

He pulls back, placing his soaked fingers to his lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied smile. Mingi swears he could never get tired of seeing you fall apart under his fingers.

You pant, trying to regain your bearings as your high wears off, only to focus on Mingi pumping his length with his hand. He leans over once more, pushing your legs apart, almost folding you before he slides his thick cock into your hole, fitting in inch by inch, watching the way your pussy stretches to take him. This time, it’s your turn to sing a slew of curses as Mingi fills you up from below.

“Such a good fucking pussy, fuck”, Mingi curses once he’s fully seated in you, watching the slight bulge pushing against your abdomen.

“F-fuck. Mingi, you’re too big”, you squeal, feeling your pussy pulse pathetically against his girth, so fucking perfectly tight in you, his cockhead just pressing onto your spongy spot.

Mingi combs his hair back, biting the inner of his cheeks when he feels you squeeze him. “I’m gonna move now, Princess”, which comes off more as a warning instead, mostly because when he does, you fucking feel everything in your pussy. Mingi goes slow first, letting you adjust to the pace and his size, but the more your cunt is just sucking him in, the more he’s about to blank out, and just make sure your pussy is sore by the end of the night. You barely have the chance to adjust, because Mingi is growing restless above you, and the more he hits your sensitive spots, the more you squeeze him.

“Keep on squeezing me like that Princess, and I won’t be able to hold back”, he cautions, and this time, it is a warning. You only bite your lip and scrunch your eyebrows in reply, the sounds of his hips slamming against your cunt on top of his cock fucking your pretty little pussy being almost enough to just send you over the edge. Mingi’s fingers reach out under your head and he tilts your chin to look at him.

“That’s it. Such a pretty fucking face when I’m ruining your pussy. My perfect little Princess.”

A broken whimper escapes your lips—the way his eyes are just eating you up, making you feel so watched and almost like a prey beneath him while his cock is just hammering into your pussy—over and over again. He places his other hand on your lower abdomen and applies pressure, light, but enough to send stars bursting into your eyelids when you feel the fullness of him leaving and entering you.

“You’re so d-deep-“, you sniffle. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

Mingi only chuckles.

“Maybe the next round, I should have you answer San’s call while I’m balls deep in you since you like being adventurous, hm?”

Your face flushes at the notion of it. Mingi hisses when you clench around him once more. His thrusts are becoming more erratic, and he has his fingers are now around your throat, but he isn’t squeezing.

“Shit. Are you gonna cum again, Princess?” Mingi asks, barely pulling out fully before his cock is slammed right into you again. He watches you give a pathetic nod, then groans when he feels your cunt flutter around him, pulling his orgasm, his cum filling you up to the brim before it slowly trickles down your abused hole.

Your partner leans in to plant a kiss on your lips before he shakily pulls his cock out of you, wet and dripping with a loud sigh.

As he guides you into the bathroom to shower together, you mutter, “I swear I’m gonna be sore for the next few days at least”, which makes Mingi pause in his tracks, and turn back to you. His fingers tilt your chin once more, making sure you have his attention, and then his thumb shifts to swipe your bottom lip.

With a scoff, he reminds you, “wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t decide to be cheeky under the sheets, Princess.”

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nova2kss · 3 days ago

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Plug!Connie x black!Reader

Plug Connie fic (sorta kinda) bc I love him sooo much

Not proof read

Enjoy cause im prob not gonna write again until may🙂‍↕️ ily guys

Constance fucking springer a dangerous man as some would say.

You being best friends and roommates with Sasha braus, made you a bit more acquainted with the man more than you’d like as you would say.

You never really tried to involve yourself into his lifestyle…well that was until finals week when you were terribly stressed

The only thing you needed from him was a few grams.

A few grams turned into a few packs, a few packs turned into a few smoke sessions, and a few smoke sessions turned into Connie beating your shit from the back.

“S-shit take it out papa, I’m s-sorryyy��

“Mhm hmm I know”

The tinted windows on his all back red rimmed SRT was fogged with your hand prints all over them

You didn’t mean to put yourself in this predicament, you just wanted to show your man that you were a grown ass woman who could make her own decisions

Connie’s hands were deepening your arch in his back seat

“Keep that back arched or I won’t let up baby”

You gripped the hand door handle praying keeping that deep arch would give him some sympathy to give you at least a break

“Mhmm just like that mami, shit so good ima nut in you”

“Fuck paaa please I’m so s-sor AH”

You were interrupted with a sting on your ass combined with a sharp thrust.

“Fuck up, take that shit. This what you wanted right”

He was right, this was indeed what you wanted, you just weren’t expecting him to fuck you this hard.

As much as you complained you loved seeing this side of him, you loved when he put you in your place, and reminded you why you shouldn’t piss him off.

He slowed his thrust down ever so slightly watching the white ring drip around his shaft as you to connected.

“Look at you creaming on this dick baby”

The whimpers you let out in unison with the squelching around him; had him ready to give you all his cum.

As much as he was mad at you, he couldn’t hold back his moans in the slightest, your pussy had him rambling spewing out anything

“F-fuck I love you s’much baby” “you feel so good” “I’m gonna cum baby”

All of this while he fucked you so stupid you couldn’t even respond.

Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head when Connie snaked his hands into your hair pulling your head back onto his chest.

You couldn’t even speak and ask for a break the most you could do was reach your hand back and try and push him out of your guts

Connie looked down at your petty attempt to push him away

“Move your hand baby”

“Mhm mhm”

“Y/n move that shit”

“Mhm nooo, take sum outtt”

His thrust came to a halt

“Y/n if you don’t move yo hand ima kill yo shit”

Your hand was moved with quickness.

“Uhh Fuck pa I’m gonna cum”

“I know baby I feel you, I’m right there”

Your hips move with his chasing your nut, and Connie was doing every for you to catch it

His hand stayed tangled in your hair as he licked and moaned over your neck

He couldn’t hold his nut anymore, and neither could you

“Cum for me baby, I’m right thereee”

The waterfall rushed out wetting his fresh leather seats and his whole lower half

“M’cumming m’cumminggg”

His thrust stopped as he painted your insides with his warm seed

The only thing you seen was the whites of his eyes while he groaned into you, riding out your orgasms

You both moaned as he pulled out, watching his nut drip out of you

He laughed looking at the seats of his car

“We made a mess”

#hope you enjoy #this has been in my drafts for months #aot fandom #black writers #black reader #connie springer #connie smut #connie springer x black reader smut #connie x black reader #connie springer headcanons #aot connie x black y/n #plug connie #plug!connie #onyankopon smut #eren x black reader #armin arlet headcanons #eren jeager smut #aot x black y/n

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sightseertrespasser · 17 days ago

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Too Deep, Too Shallow part 2

Welp, turns out there’s more to write.

Credit to @keferon for creating the AU and to the many wonderful folks who come up with ideas to flesh it out.

Much like the first humans to discover the wonders of honey, Blurr discovers the miracle of cured ham.

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Swerve dreamed of Blue.

The human had dreamed he was working on an air conditioner unit on the roof of a building. The sun was scorching, and the sudden gusting breeze was a relief on his poor back. He only turned to face it when the entire city began to scream.

Swerve saw a wave.

A wall of water.

It looked liked someone flipped the island 45 degrees and the whole thing was sliding into the ocean like a cookie into milk. Victim to vertigo and unable to move a muscle, he could only watch blank faced as the water just kept coming.

Cars swept by at highway speeds. A skyscraper near the shore tilted and fell into the current like a tree trunk. Chills sparked up his spine.

Swerve’s trance broke when reality set in that his rooftop wasn’t immune to the disaster coiling closer. When the water reached his feet, he climbed on top of the AC unit, breathing too fast. And when the water reached him again, he realized he was going to die.

In that moment, Swerve finally thought to call someone on his phone, anyone. Just to not be alone.

Swerve held onto the unit with one hand, and dialed with the other.

He called his former college roommate.

The water reached his wrist.

He called his coworkers.

The water reached his elbow.

He called his boss.

The water reached his shoulders.

The worst part, Swerve learned about himself last night, was that he really couldn’t think of anyone else to call.

Swerve rolled over in his sleep. Chest and throat painfully tight. Eyes stinging.

Exhausted and refusing to wake up fully, Swerve used the little part of his active consciousness to breath normally. He had practice.

Is it me?

It’s difficult not to think that, even if it isn’t true.

When you try everything to connect with other people but it never seems to stick. Never goes anywhere. For all his efforts to socialize in public, he’d only managed make one friend that actively sought him out, and it was a friggin’ fish.

Still, Swerve thought he was content with his life. He was okay with only having work friends. Happy with his media collections. And getting to visit Blue at the marina.

He thought he was okay with it.

To be liked but not wanted.

Swerve rolled over again, half conscious. He forgot to close the curtain last night and tucked his face into his arm to block out the light.

Stop it, I’m not having another existential crisis before my alarm goes off. Bad thoughts don’t count when you’re exhausted and definitely not before 7 am. That’s for business hours only.

Swerve tried to slip back into deeper sleep. He liked to daydream a little to block out the more invasive thoughts. He had a few well fleshed out oc’s and settings to mentally play around with for that reason. Did he want to explore the space ranger one? Or maybe the superhero group. Fantasy had been nice recently.

Instead, Swerve dreamed of Blue

He went back to the end of the nightmare. His fingers were numb and stinging at the same time and his predicament felt like an impossible trap where there was no escape, just delaying the inevitable.

It felt so horrifically real. Every muscle ached, pleading to give out. Each time they did, Swerve would be overtaken by an insurmountable desperation to live. And he always clawed his way back to the surface. Fighting to breath.

All he wanted was for the nightmare to end.

Eventually, his brain took mercy on him.

Blue appeared. Close and calm. The wild mer circled him like a shark. For a few seconds he wondered if he’d committed some kind of Fish-sin and now Blue was here to enact vengeance on his soul. Via teeth.

Instead, Swerve got the surreal experience of Blue talking to him. Or that’s what it felt like. The sheer amount of adrenaline saturating his brain kicked Swerve’s rational thinking all the way down to “terrified puppy” and he was ready to accept anything that got him out of there.

Blue was gentle. Blue wanted Swerve to let go. Blue didn’t let Swerve go. And that’s all that really mattered.

Swerve settled into the dream-memory of quiet clicking and slowly drifting. Now that the specter of death wasn’t present, it was a genuinely comforting end to a horrible nightmare.

Swerve sighed. Then his face scrunched. He picked out a rock digging into his hip and rolled onto his back.

Why is my bed hard?

All of the air was punched out of his chest at once as something huge, heavy and wet impacted him from above.

A crackling wheeze was all Swerve could manage as he was shocked into full consciousness.

He was a on a roof.

And Blue was on him.

Chittering.

Swerve froze, brain not really up for processing what the fuck was happening.

Happened.

Happened and is continuing to happen.

“Oh fuck you’re real.” Swerve started getting his elbows underneath him to sit up.

Blue clicked again, looking from Swerve to back over his shoulder.

“Oh my fucking god this is real.” Swerve took in the twenty foot high water surrounding them. Shattered buildings in every direction and the complete and utter lack of human life.

The fins across Blues body suddenly flared wide, as the mer whistled shrilly and flopped off of the human, dragging himself further from the water.

Swerve had his head in his hands.

“You’re real! That was real! I was going to die and you saved me! Oh fuck me my apartment was on the first floor.”

Blue had pulled himself to the other side of the roof and screamed, pointing at the water.

At that moment, Swerve witnessed a mass of tentacles and teeth breach the surface. Barbed hook’s digging into the flat rubber roof to haul its mutant body after its prey.

Swerve didn’t remember getting up, or crossing the majority of the roof, but when he reached the chest high ledge of the adjacent connected rooftop, he did remember Blue.

The mer had his back pressed against the wall. Eyes wide in terror as it looked desperately between Swerve and certain death.

In the next second, Swerve had his hands under the mers arms, swinging them upwards in a graceless arch. Screeching, Blue thudded onto the second roof.

Swerve scrambled up after the mer, leviathan lashing at the air behind him. The predator was unnaturally persistent, crushing the lower roof under its weight in its pursuit of its prey.

The long asphalt roof stretched before him, the mere possibility of safety dangled in the broken windows of the apartment complex abutting the shopping district’s row of lower buildings. He could make it. He could make it if he ran.

Swerve had a choice.

Oh who was he even kidding?

“Please don’t bite me please don’t bite me please don’t bite me.”

He scooped up Blue like a newlywed bride, and IMMEDIATELY had to abandon that hold in favor of carrying him like a tuba. Snarling, the leviathans teeth cut into the roof’s edge, shaking the building like a dog on a car bumper.

Swerve stumbled but maintained his forward momentum. Because the alternative was flattening a terrified wild animal made of knives and a hundred pounds of pure muscle.

Blue rewarded this decision by gripping more securely onto Swerves shoulders and not tearing into his soft fleshy throat like an emergency hot pocket.

Together, they moved frantically through the blasted clear window. Swerve landed hard on his knees, sodden carpet soaking back into sun dried clothing. He stumbled to his feet, splashing through the ruined apartment in a desperate search for stairs upwards.

The tsunami tore through every barrier it encountered, leaving every doorway busted wide open. The leviathan realized their preys means of escape and dove into the water.

Swerve skidded around the corner into the hall as the leviathan began thrashing against the floor beneath him. Carpet tore and wood splintered, tentacles snaked out blindly to catch anything they struck. Retracting violently back through the floor whenever one got a hold of something solid.

Swerve could feel his pulse in his tongue. Finding the emergency stairs and taking them two at a time, he didn’t stop until they reached the top floor and even then only after reaching the other end of the hall.

The leviathan screeched far below, slamming into the foundations one last time before finally going quiet.

Swerve slid down the wall as his legs gave out.

The wounds of his scrapped raw fingers had reopened, smearing a small amount of blood across Blue’s dark scales. Indistinguishable from the mers own shallow bleeding from the scratches along his fluke.

He couldn’t feel his legs and wished he couldn’t feel his arms. Every joint had locked so tightly Swerve thought he could hear them creak when he tried and failed to let Blue go.

Luckily, the mer either didn’t mind or was in a similar position. Human-like arms rigid around his shoulders, Swerve could feel the rapid pace of his heart pounding through Blues back, pressed against his wrists.

Eventually, their limbs relaxed enough to drop into uncontrollable shaking, allowing them to release each other. Swerve slid sideways along the wall, trying not to swallow his tongue, until he was prone on his shoulder.

Blue rolled off his lap to lie flat onto his back. Staring wide eyed at the ceiling.

The mer lifted one hand above his face, watching it shake. Before dropping it to his chest again and breathlessly laughing.

“Don’t-” Swerve swallowed a threatening rise of bile. “-tell me you’re a-“ He coughed. “-an adrenaline junkie.”

Blue lulled his head to look at him and smiled, twitching his hand limply.

On the second attempt Swerve realized he was waving.

“Hi Blue.” He waved back. “How’s it goin.”

After a good ten, fifteen minutes of laying on the floor together, Blue rolled back onto his front and crawled up to the window at the end of the hall. Pulling himself up the ledge, Blue looked out onto the city. The mer made a brief noise somewhere between a throaty clicking and a wail and thunked his forehead on the window sill.

“You okay?” His entire body protested any movement but Swerve pushed through to shuffle on his knees up to the window.

Blue didn’t lift his head, but did raise a hand to point out outside.

“Oh.” The view would have been breathtaking if Swerve had any to spare.

The apocalypse had redecorated. Skyscrapers leaned on each other like drunks leaving the bar. Boats nested on top of sturdy trees. Wreckage and ruins blocked up streets and ally ways creating oversized tide pools filled with garbage and displaced sea life.

But the ocean.

“Oh buddy.”

The ocean was miles away. Pulled far beyond what a normal tide would ever go down to. Getting back to the sea would take crossing the entire city, circumventing the blockages, avoiding those freakish monsters, and fuck knows whatever other hazards.

Blue slid to sitting, rubbing his face. Swerve thumped down next to him.

“Hey.” He nudged the mer. Blue looked up, blinking at him.

“I’m gonna get you home okay? Just wait here for a minute.” And Swerve shakily got to his feet.

The top floor looked like the water only reached halfway up judging by the water damage. Still enough the break any locked doors but the dry half gave Swerve some hope. It was eerily quiet. The only sounds were the lapping of water below, the creek of the building itself, and the distant cry of seagulls.

Swerve tripped through broken homes. The water damage wasn’t as bad here as the other floors but it had still been enough to wreck anything below waist level.

It felt wrong. Going through the belongings of strangers. It felt more wrong that no one was here. Swerve strained his ears, desperately listening for boats or helicopters or any sign of human life.

Silence.

Where is everyone?

It took some scrounging, but he managed to find everything he was looking for. Some packs of water bottles, packaged food, basic first aid supplies and most importantly:

Blue looked unimpressed by the hiking backpack.

More concerningly, the mer looked wilted. Barely lifting his head up and putting it right back down into the pillow of his arms, Blue moved lethargically.

“Hold on! It gets better.” And Swerve took out his pocket knife that he managed not to loose during the flood and started cutting a hole through the bottom of the bag.

Blue tilted his head like watching Swerve at a forty five degree angle would make it make more sense.

“Tada!” Swerve did a little jazz hand.

Blue raised an eyebrow ridge. Swerve chuckled awkwardly.

Hiding his embarrassment, Swerve let it lie for now and focused on the food instead. His stomach audibly growled and he felt his mouth start to water over a bag of chips and a can of spam.

Exhaustion and hunger really do make for the best condiments.

He used the pocket knife to cut thin slices of ham to sandwich between small handfuls of chips and shoved it into his mouth without any preamble.

Blue perked up at the sound of food, pulling himself over to the cans. The mer poked at the cured meat cube, cringing like he expected it to jump out at him. Gingerly, Blue drew a talon across the surface, spiraling off a corkscrew of spam. Plucking it delicately up, Blue chittered at the human before hesitantly eating a piece.

The mer paused. Blue looked Swerve dead in the eye, “Whistle-click-click.” and proceeded to sweep all of the spam cans closer to himself like a pile of poker chips.

“I was gonna, oh okay. Fish tax. I guess.” Swerve chuckled much more genuinely as Blue started digging into the square can. “Apocalyptic Ponyo still loves ham.”

Once the two had their fill, Swerve packed up their remaining supplies into the extra pockets of the hiking pack.

Now all he had to do was stuff a wild animal into a bag and carry that around for an indeterminate amount of time.

Yay.

“Ooookay Blue, we need to cover a lot of ground and I need a better way to carry you, so would you pleeeeease get into the bag on your own so I know you’re okay with this plan and won’t claw my face off for trying?” He smiled sweetly.

Swerve slowly shifted the backpack to lie next to the mer lengthwise. Blue was licking off a couple of his fingers and idly inspected the opening of the bag, looking through to the small hole at the bottom.

Blue stopped, glancing to his own tail and back to the pack. He locked eyes with Swerve, clicking and shaking his head side to side.

“Great! Gonna take that as a yes.” Swerve started positioning the opening of the bag towards the mers tail.

Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, Blue made many new and interesting noises that Swerve suspected where curses upon his life, his ancestors and any potential descendants.

Strapped back to back, Swerve carefully rose to his feet, begrudging mer in tow.

“Comfy?” Swerve steadied himself at the top of the stairs. Blue hissed at god.

By the time the human got to the end of the stairs, he’d mostly gotten the hang of his new center of balance. While it was a far cry from dry land, the debris had stuffed tightly enough between the buildings that Swerve could pretty much clamber to the adjoining rooftops. So far so good, and no sign of Satans Goldfish either.

Breathing hard but evenly, Swerve made idle conversation. “You know, I recently got into this new anime?” He huffed, distracting himself from the burn in his legs. “It’s about this mecha pilot that gets launched into space and runs into a bunch of robot aliens.”

Blue whistled and clicked lightly whenever Swerve paused. The human waiting until the mer was done before continuing to infodump. Soon they were in a back and forth double blind conversation about whatever came to mind.

Eventually they reached the end of the “land” and couldn’t go further without reentering the water. Swerve hesitated. “Um, Blue?”

The mer twisted around slightly in the pack, making a questioning trill.

“Can you do that thing where you carried me again? I uh, never really learned to swim.” He dipped a toe into the water. The parking lot they were standing on provided a gradual slop downwards.

Blue clicked again, patting Swerve on the hip. The human got the idea and turned around, walking backwards into the water. Muttering “I am full of stress hormones and micro-plastics. Nothing wants to eat me. I am full of stress hormones and micro-plastics. Nothing will enjoy eating me.”

He felt Blue tug on the extraneous buckled straps that were pulled over the mers shoulders, causing Swerve the lean backwards a bit more.

The trust fall into the water proper went surprisingly smoothly. Despite Swerve involuntarily wheezing at the drop.

After a few test swishes, Blue swam, carrying them onward. Maybe it was because of the full body exhaustion, but once they got going, Swerve felt uncannily like he was drifting down a lazy river. It was almost kind of relaxing.

The sun shone bright, refracting crazily off of broken windows and rippling water.

They passed under the uppermost branches of several sturdy trees. The shade a nice reprieve from the heat of the day. They passed by a huge metal hand sticking up out of the water and Swerve got the clue they were swimming through one of the local parks near that shady ass aquarium. He managed to direct the mer generally towards the sea and Blue adjusted course.

The pair floated along.

Swerve drummed his fingers on the backpack straps, “Why do you like me?”

The mer trilled, carrying his own half of the conversation independent of Swerves actual input.

Swerve let his head lightly rest against the back of Blues. Staring up at the apocalypse and feeling the weight of his very dead phone in his pocket. “I mean. I just kinda want to know what I did right? For you to want to come out here to save me.”

Blue chittered back for a while, ending in a quick series of whistles.

“And let me stick you in a backpack.”

Blue suddenly flipped them over, dunking Swerve into the water and sending the human scrambling.

Sputtering and snorting water out of his nose, Swerve got an unexpected hold onto tin slats. Wiping off his eyes, he saw they’d reached another barricade for him to carry them across.

“A little more warning next time?” He shook the water from his hair.

“We’re not exactly facing the same direction.” Swerve pulled them up onto the pentagonal roof, looking like the upper portion of some kind of restaurant.

Blue at least had the decency to sound halfway apologetic when he clicked this time. Swerve hummed appreciatively.

Standing up, he spotted the signature glass dome of the city mall. The structure as a whole looked like it held up fairly well. The malls second story veranda looked like it lined up pretty decently with the top of a couple of shipping containers that’d gotten stuck between the restaurant and the mall.

Path clear for once, Swerve splashed through the ankle high water into the building, hopeful they’d find more supplies or even other survivors for a change.

Once inside, it took minute for Swerves eyes to readjust to the change in light.

The shaded interior looked like if Atlantis had shopping malls.

Beams of sunlight streamed in from above, giving the space a dreamy feel. Seaweed wrapped itself around every railing like tangled garlands. Small schools of fish window shopped below the surface. There were even a couple of napping orcas in the central atrium.

“Haaaa” Swerve could have swallowed his own throat.

There is ONE napping orca in the central atrium, being held up by another VERY MUCH AWAKE orca who just locked eyes with the intruding human.

Swerve saw the full body flex the mer had at spotting him. Eyes wide and burning with a barely contained oceanic fury. Said eyes darted rapidly between Swerve and the still sleeping mer cradled in their arms, and the dilemma was so clear it could have been written in the stars.

Option A: Let pod mate sleep.

Option B: Murder.

Please pick option A please pick option A please pick option A.

The decision was made for them when, curious as to why Swerve stopped, Blue turned around and let out an ungodly shriek.

The second mer startled awake, thrashing at the water as their pod mate clicked so loudly Swerve thought they were gun shots going off.

He booked it for the broken escalators, repeating their mad dash from that morning.

Orcas can’t climb stairs! We just need to hide on the top floor until they get bored just like before!

Swerve felt the escalator shake behind him. The formally sleeping orca mer was using biceps the size of Blue to haul themselves up after them.

“Oh COME ON!” Swerve double timed it, reaching the top of the stairs just in time to see a fountain of water explode onto the third floor. The whole building rattled with the impact of the first goddamn killer whale landing directly in the way of their escape.

“𝒽ⓔ𝕐 ώα𝒾𝐭 ᵘᑭ!”

The base boosted, distorted imitation of human speech that went off behind him set whatever remaining sanity Swerve had on fucking fire.

He started laughing. Wheezing hysterically. Backing away from the two massive mers until he bumped into the inner railing of the veranda.

The mers closed in together. One snarling siren like whistles, the other mimicking human speech.

Swerve was yanked backwards, and fell through open air.

He took what he hoped wasn’t his last breath.

And then the moment they hit the water, Blue dropped into a whole new gear.

Swerves only warning was rising WHOOSH of water before he was being dragged under at highway speeds.

There were a lot of things Swerve experienced in the last 24 hours that he’d never thought of nor wanted to experience. The newest bullet point to add to that list is what it feels like to go watering skiing with a back pack instead of skis.

The froth of seawater prevented him from opening his eyes or taking a breath. Swerve tried to count the seconds but lost track when the dark blotches of color over took his vision.

He tried once, to reach down and grab at Blue, begging for air. For mercy. But the human couldn’t push past the current.

And when the ringing in his ears drowned out the beating of his heart, it all went dark.

Swerve dreamed of Blue.

———————————————————————

Swerve thinks the orcas want to eat them and one is specifically possessed by the devil.

Blurr, who hasn’t slept in over 24 hours, thinks the fish police are here to arrest him.

Prowl thinks a human has abducted a well known celebrity to put in another aquarium.

And Jazz is over stimulated as all hell but has a gut feeling all of them are wrong.

-SSTP

#apocalyptic ponyo #writing #fun times #yes the dumbasses both named each other after colors #Blurr is so tired #Swerve has aged 50 years over the course of this story #who will they run into next?

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ninguitar · 5 months ago

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୨୧　𝓞FF-LIMITS!　˒˒　SL

─── ﹙🎧﹚your sister, daniela, has always told her friends to back off of you, no matter what, telling them you're supposedly "off-limits." however, while intoxicated, you and sophia kiss each other, leaving tension burning between the two of you—until the next time you visit your family alongside dani's members.

pairing. sophia laforteza x f!r genre. fluff wc. 2.5k+ notes. 4 @secretcessy >< & karina from aespa mention + for the lore dani isn't an only child 🤗!!!! made ts way too long oops. ( MASTERLIST )

now playing ⋆ les by childish gambino

LYING ON YOUR BED OF YOUR DORM ROOM shared with one of your friends, incessant notifications blaring from your phone abruptly interrupts you from your nap. you huff at the irritating sound, unlocking your phone swiftly, only to be met by series of notifications from your sister.

fuck.

god was she oddly skilled at being annoying and bothersome. raising your eyebrows, you rub your eyes, trying to focus on her texts, as they merely appeared to be random blobs of words in-between. your thumbs hover over the keyboard, debating on how to respond to her.

plopping your phone on your bed, you huff, sitting up in a fetal position. "guess it's time to start packing," you murmur under your breath, before getting up.

you knew daniela was right—per usual, as much as you hated to admit it. it'd been at least a few months since you last saw her and roughly a year since both you and daniela were with your family at one time. maybe it wouldn't be so bad being back home with daniela.

grunting, you begrudgingly pull your closet door open, dragging whichever luggage you saw first. accidentally slamming the closet door too loudly to your roommate's taste, you hear words in scorn being hollered from across the dorm.

"stop closin' the doors so loudly!" you hear your roommate snort, as she leans against the door frame, a toothy grin tugging the corners of her lips.

"fine, whatever, jimin," you mutter in response, rolling your eyes, as the korean girl watches your face distort into one of disdain, making her giggle.

"what are you even packing for? the break just started," karina raises her eyebrows, "you like, never have anything to do for break." she teases, her arms crossing against her chest, before she saunters over to you.

"got forced by dani to visit our family," you shrug, as karina clicks her tongue, shaking her head.

"you need to pack better; you're folding your clothes too big to fit enough outfits into your suitcase," she critiques, a chuckle escaping her breath, as her hands reach over to some of your clothes, folding them compactly.

you nudge her playfully, "c'mon! give me a break, i just got told i have to visit by dani!" you dramatically sigh, leaning against the wall.

"at least she's paying for your flight, right?" karina shrugs, as her movements are precise while helping you pack, nudging you on the shoulder, "maybe you'll meet somebody new while visiting—somebody who'll deal with your impulsive decisions," she teases.

to your surprise, rather than the visit consisting of you and daniela, it was the two of you and her members. you had only realized once you entered your parents' house, a luggage being dragged by your hand, and there were five other girls besides daniela sat on the couch, all chattering.

it wasn't like you weren't acclimated to hanging out with them; they were somewhat your friends too, but mainly through daniela. the only girl you'd known out of the bunch was sophia—mainly because, the first time you guys partied together with dani and everybody else, all drunk and hammered, the two of you kissed.

to be truthful, you could remember that moment vividly, the memory still clear as day to you—the way her hands cupped your jaw all snug and secure, to the way a wide grin played on her face. and to be even more truthful, right after that moment, you held an irrevocable affinity for her, leaving you in an odd predicament.

you awkwardly wave, hoping sophia coincidentally forgot about that low moment in time, before dani suddenly gets up, parading you around.

you nudge the latina playfully, a groan erupting from her throat, as your eyebrows furrow, "when did you guys even arrive? it's only like 10 in the mornin'!"

"we just wanted to be early," she shrugs, her arms instantly reaching towards your luggage, "c'mon, i'll get you settled down! i have so much shit to tell you, y'know."

you nod, a giggle escaping your breath, as you let the latina lead you to your guys' old bedroom, while her members continued to chatter, teasing insults thrown every few moments.

your eyes scan across your old bedroom, a sigh driving from your lips "shit, it's been a while, hasn't it?" a sense of nostalgia hitting you, as you recall all the times you've argued with dani over your guys' room and who "owns" which side.

the blonde-haired girl nods, her arm wrapping around your neck to your shoulder, as she leans into you, mumbling, "yeah, it sure has been."

a giggle escapes your breath, as you unlock your suitcase, unpacking some of your clothes out. "where's mom and dad anyway?"

"they went grocery shopping—wanted to go all out this year since we're visiting at the same time with the rest, too," daniela meekly replies, as she helps you pack, a hint of a teasing smile playing on her face. pulling out a book, a series of laughs escapes her breath, "no fuckin' way!"

"what—i have studying to do 'cause you made me book a flight last minute!" you retaliate, nudging the girl playfully, as you huff.

"okay, fine, fine! that was uncalled for," daniela begrudgingly admits, as she continues to help you unpack.

while you two work on getting everything out of your luggage, dani drops random, interesting facts from drama that often leave your jaw dropped. at one point, you couldn't help but wonder where daniela gets all this information from. giggles escape your guys' room, bouncing off the walls.

"anyway, we plan on just hangin' out and stuff, then dinner with mom and dad," the latina lists out the agenda, as you two finish unpacking.

you nod, "good, good. just, y'know, i've barely met your friends."

"you'll like them—i can guarantee you that," dani chuckles, as she spots a gift-box with a small tag reading "for: daniela," sitting in the corner of your suitcase, a mischievous smile painting her face.

"no fuckin' way!" the latina exclaims, immediately pulling you in for a hug with her ring-clad hand holding firmly onto the gift-box, "seriously!"

you nod, a grin playing on your face, "what kind of sister would i be if i didn't wanna celebrate your new album!"

"you missed me, didn't you?" she teases, prodding at your cheek, as she flicks your forehead next. you retaliate, nudging her shoulder.

"as if, loser."

sprawled out on your bed with books accompanying you, you cradle a textbook in your lap, tapping against your sheets while fidgeting with your fingers. your head pounds with tension, as you card a hand through your hair.

fuck, in no shape or form were you gonna be able to read all of these pages in time for your finals.

you rub your temples before simultaneously reading over the textbook and typing in small summaries of each section on your laptop, humming to the hushed audio of your spotify in the background.

hearing your door click open, your head snaps to that direction, meeting a familiar face. in your sight stood sophia laforteza scanning you as well. you raise your eyebrows, confusion noticeably washing over your features.

"do you need anything?" you murmur, your voice barely audible, as your eyes scrutinize her features and attire, your demeanor now awkward—especially with the way she looked effortlessly drop-dead gorgeous.

heat subtly curls at your cheeks, as you wait for the filipino girl to answer, sophia equally as confused.

"sorry, i was trying to look for the bathroom, and dani said it was down the hall," sophia tries to explain, shifting her weight to one foot.

"yeah, 's further down the hall—a door down the hall, actually," you point to down the hall from your bed, before returning to your crammed-in studying habits.

"y/n, right?" the filipino asks, a small, awkward smile tugging at the corners of her lips. she leans against the door-frame, no longer meekly standing.

you nod, "mhm. didn't you need to go to the bathroom though?" you murmur, barely sparing the girl another glance.

sophia mumbles an inaudible curse under her breath. "you're right," she says flatly, before muttering out a swift apology and gingerly closing your door.

what a weird interaction, you thought. nonetheless, you presume on cranking open your textbook, huffing at seeing big blobs of texts that you felt disdain reading.

meanwhile, with sophia's back plastered against the bathroom wall, she grunts inaudibly under her breath, sinking down to the tiled floor. god, how could she be so infatuated by you, a girl who barely paid her any mind? the filipino girl could feel her head twisting with tension from your lack of response.

fuck was she crazily awestruck for you.

and so, for the next few days of the visit, sophia couldn't help but feel her self-control slipping rapidly, despite daniela's repetitive warning that you, in particular, were "off-limits."

the filipino girl tosses and turns while lying on the guest room's bed, eventually settling back to her back plastered against the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. constantly, the same embarrassing moment of you two kissing while drunk taints her mind, flickering in it every few seconds. rubbing her temples and eyes in hopes every single little thought including you would dissipate, she sits up.

"she's your best friend's sister—what are you doing?" the thought soon sounding like a bunch of random words strung together.

looking to her sides, sophia notices the rest were all knocked out, hushed snores escaping their lips. to her left, lara and manon were fast asleep, while to her right, megan and yoonchae were sound asleep as well, their laptop still blaring cartoons.

the filipino girl takes one last look around, before she stood up, gingerly opening and shutting the door. her eyes scan the hallways, as she tip-toes to your room.

you hear faint, soft knocks against your wooden door, and crinkling your eyes almost like crescent moons, you reluctantly get up. cracking the door open just a bit, your eyes widen at the sight of the filipino girl standing.

"jesus—it's 1 in the mornin'," you whisper-shout, as you open the door completely, shock and frustration littering your featured. you motion your hands forwards and backwards, beckoning the girl to rush in.

"my bad, pretty," her newfound confidence makes your heart skip, as your cheeks flush. she gives you teasing glances, her slight giggle reaching your ears.

in disbelief, you mumble, "what—"

"please? i know we kissed, when we were drunk; don't tell me we didn't," the filipino girl desperately whispers, her gaze softening at your lips. throwing you an ear-to-ear smile, sophia's eyes flicker to your shoulder, a subtle, non-verbal signal, as you nod.

her arms entangle themselves around your waist, earning a muffled curse from you. her fingers trace your back gently, almost cautious to not be too prying towards you.

"just, a few seconds longer," sophia whispers against your ear, and you couldn't help but feel your resolve crumble, knowing that you, yourself, wanted the filipino girl to stay, too.

"we- we're going to get caught; dani's gonna know you're down here," you warn, cautious to get caught with your sister's best friend in your bedroom. however, your words deeply betray your actions, as your arms were on autopilot, wrapping around the girl's neck.

"what's so bad 'bout that? c'mon, ease up—just a bit," sophia coaxes, her touch gentle and soft against your waist, as she draws patterns.

"is it really worth the risk?" you tilt your head, barely able to hold back a chuckle at how careless the filipino girl was. your eyes linger on her face, making her softly hum.

sophia sighs before grinning, "you're worth more than getting scolded by dani," she drawls out, her face full of apprehension and enthusiasm, so much that you wonder how her words make your knees weaken a bit.

she had you pressing your lips together, fighting back between a smile like a high school girl. one of her hands moves to interlace itself with one of yours, the delicate feeling of her thumbs brushing up against your knuckles leaving you melted.

"maybe, i guess you're right," you admit begrudgingly, pausing before continuing, "but- i mean, don't you think 's a little reckless? you're gonna be busy promoting with the girls at one point."

the filipino girl meekly shrugs, before swiftly mumbling, "it's worth the fun—you know that, and i know that. promise i'll have time for you."

the sincerity laced in her words only made your blood rush and chains of shivers rush down your spine. maybe—just maybe—this wasn't just a fleeting moment to her, not just something to have fun with, and was more so, something sophia wanted to hold onto, for eternity.

"what if we're not ready? what if-" you murmur, making sophia break into a small pout at your words, before she cuts you off.

"i could never be willing to let you go anyway," the filipina whispers, searching for reassurance in your gaze. she nods, her thumb brushing against your cheek, as you eased under her touch.

"and besides, there's just somethin' about you—something i can't figure out. yet, it makes everything with you special."

and for the first time in your life, you were rendered speechless by her pure bluntness—the way she said everything that could make heat curl at your cheeks even more, in meek sentences.

"fuck, sophia," you mumble against the crook of the filipina's neck, before continuing, "i- fine, just, we can't tell dani—not yet."

sophia gives you a slight nod, as her hands find its way to your hair, entangling them, "yeah- yeah, whatever you want—just tell me your boundaries."

locking eyes with her, the prominent sense of familiarity and comfort in her gaze makes your knees buckle, the girl practically giving you heart-eyes.

"can i?" the filipina asks, her voice light-hearted and gentle. you nod, almost eagerly before sophia leans in, closing the gap between you two. her plush lips immediately crash against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. it was as though she was ready for this moment—ready to gain redemption from the first kiss.

you shudder against her kisses, as you guys pull away—only to catch your guys' breath. before you could continue, a muffled, low voice blares through the hallways.

"sophia? are you still in the kitchen?" daniela calls out, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb the rest. the latina couldn't help but be suspicious and skeptical due to how long sophia supposedly spent at the kitchen.

both of you still in your movements, her hands resting on her chest to gently push her away. a cheeky smile plays on sophia's grin before she whispers against your ears.

"that's my cue to go," she plants a haste kiss against your cheek, then to your forehead gently. her eyes scan your waist that was snaked with her arms around it, as she reluctantly slides them off—the girl evidently disappointed at having to leave so soon.

"bye, pretty."

we're kissing in the bathroom, girl, and, uh

i hope nobody catch us

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months ago

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trousers - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 204

"James," Regulus admonished sternly, but a smile flickered at the corner of his lips, "where have you hidden my trousers?"

Laying on his bed, bare chest uncovered by blankets and smile making his entire face light up, James shrugged. "I don't remember the trousers to which you're referring."

"The trousers I wore to come to your flat!" Regulus hissed, but he choked back a laugh. "I have to go, James, or Barty and Evan will wonder why I'm not home!"

"Well. It seems like you're in quite the predicament, then," James said seriously, one hand coming to circle around Regulus's thin wrist. "Maybe you should just give up and come back to bed?"

It was tempting. So tempting. But he had an exam in the morning and two nosy roommates. And, of course, he'd already 'come back to bed' twice that evening. So, he slipped from James's grip, pecked him on the cheek, and grabbed a pair of folded joggers from nearby. "Don't expect to get these back!" he sang, slipping them over his hips and heading for the door.

"They look much better on you, anyway!" he heard James yell as he exited the apartment.

He couldn't stop grinning all the way home.

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witchwyfe · 2 years ago

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not the only one - jhs

I pairing: college jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female reader

I précis: jake’s turn getting drunk and pining + a little backstory and info for him :)

I content/warnings: college au, roommates to lovers (that haven’t gotten past the roommates stage yet), mentions of alchohol, mentions of throwing up, mentions of being drunk

I word count: 1,066

I a/n: part of the roommate predicament !!!!

“Man, can you just help me get him into the car?”

“I swear to god Jake, if you puke in my bronco…”

“He’s not going to!” Javy hisses, hoping he’s right. “Just help me get him in.”

Bradley sighs, running a hand over his face. “Fine. Jake, c’mere bud.”

Jake doesn’t respond, too busy singing to himself under his breath.

“Hey lover boy!” Bradley calls, cutting off the drunken tune of My Girl. “We’re going home.”

Jake’s eyebrows furrow as he looks up at his friends. “What?”

“Jesus,”

“Time to go home Jake.” Javy says, looking at him. “Get in the car.”

Jake hangs his head and does as Javy says. Javy reaches across him to buckle his seatbelt, ignoring Jake’s complaints and swatting hands.

Once everyone is in the car, Bradley starts it up and slowly backs out of the parking spot. “You wanna go home or am I dropping you at Javy’s?” He wonders.

“Home.” Jake says. “Is ____ there?”

“I don’t know man.” Bradley shrugs, shooting a look at Javy.

"I'll ask her." Jake announces, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

You receive a less-than-decipherable text from Jake a couple minutes later, and then a handful of heart emojis.

You call him and he answers eagerly, thumb swiping the answer button before he holds the phone to his ear.

"Hey darlin'!" He greets loudly, not noticing the way Bradley and Javy wince.

"Hi Jake." You say cheerfully. "What's up?"

"I'm in the car." He states. "But I'm not driving."

"Oh good," You say, biting back a laugh. "Do you need something or...?"

"Are you at home?"

"Yeah." You say slowly.

"We'll take you there." Bradley says, ignoring the smack Javy delivers to his arm.

"We can't take him home right now," Javy hisses. "He can't be alone with her right now. He's too drunk he'll tell her he's in love with her in two seconds."

"And that's exactly why we should take him!" Bradley argues. "He needs to tell her at some point or he's just gonna be pining for the rest of his life." Bradley who spent too long overthinking his own decisions, and doesn’t want Jake to make the same mistakes that he did. Bradley who’s known Jake since freshman year, where they met during a fraternity rush before they both realized that neither of them like being told what to do by a senior on a power trip. Bradley, who see’s Jake as one of his best friends, and wants Jake to be happy.

"He's not ready." Javy says firmly. "Just because you told Melanie you liked her after too many beers and--"

"--yeah and look at us now! It worked out pretty well!"

"He's not ready." Javy repeats. "He told me he wants it to be the right moment." Javy, who’s known Jake almost his whole life, when Jake’s family moved into the house next door to Javy’s grandmother. Two boys who discovered each other one summer when Javy came to stay with his grandma, and spent every day together running through the Seresin’s sprinkler. Javy has known Jake longer, so he thinks he knows him better, but he still wants what’s best for him.

"He's just telling you that because he's too scared. It's a way for him to put it off."

Both men sigh, not even realizing that Jake has hung up the phone until he clears his throat.

"Can y'all stop fighting about my love life and just let me suffer?" Jake groans. "My phone died." He pouts. "I was still talking to her."

"Sorry bud." Bradley grins. "We'll take you home and you can see her soon."

"No, you're gonna stay at my place tonight." Javy cuts in. "We'll see ____ tomorrow, you can even bring her coffee."

“No, we’re gonna—“

“Stop.” Jake whines, head drooping against his seatbelt. “I want to go home and sleep in m’bed.” He hums.

“Fine.” Javy sighs. “But we’re walking you up.”

Less than ten minutes later, Bradley’s pulling his car into a guest parking spot, before he and Javy help Jake out of the car.

“M’fine.” He pouts like a petulant child. “I can walk!”

Javy backs off a bit, but is still right by his side, with Bradley close behind.

You’re on the couch in your pajamas when they unlock the door, pausing your show and flinging your blanket off your lap. You beeline for Jake, inspecting his face.

“Hey sweet thing.” He drawls, accent a little sloppier than normal. “Missed ya.”

“Missed you too Jake.” You murmur sweetly. “You okay?”

He nods, head wobbling a little bit.

“He’s had a lot to drink.” Javy cuts in. “We should probably get him to bed.”

“Yeah, of course.” You nod, stepping back. “I’ll grab him some water.”

You take your time walking to the kitchen and filling a water bottle with ice and water. The last time you gave Jake an open cup while he was drunk, he spilled it all over himself. You wait until Javy and Bradley are exiting the room.

“Let me give him this then I’ll walk you two out.” You acknowledge them before going into Jake’s room.

“Hey Jake.” You smile. “I got you some water. How about you drink some?”

He lifts his head of the pillow and opens his mouth. You bite back a giggle before popping the straw on the water bottle and connecting it to his lips. He chugs some water quietly, before pulling back and wiping the back of his mouth.

You lean over to take the water bottle and set it on his nightstand, when he laughs a little.

“You’re so pretty.” He tells you. “Like it doesn’t even seem real, you’re just so pretty.”

Ignoring the way your cheeks flame, and your heartbeat kicks up, you bend down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you Jake. Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night,” He murmurs, pink rising on his cheeks.

Bradley and Javy spring away from the door as soon as they hear your footsteps on the floor. It’s hard for them to knock their matching grins, so they keep their heads down and wish you a goodnight as you let them out the front door.

And you go back to the couch and your show, but your mind is stuck on the boy sleeping in the room over.

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enkas-illusion · 1 year ago

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What’s a Jumpscare?

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Geto Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Roommates to lovers type beat; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff, pure smut, oral (f and m.receiving), explicit sexual content, squirting, overstimulation, language, angst, Suguru is crass with his words, kinda jealous and possessive Suguru.

Summary: What’s the rational thing to do in the middle of the night when you’re scared shitless after watching a horror movie? It’s to call your flatmate Suguru to your room to sleep next to you. Being the nice roommate that he is, he’s more than happy to provide you with a solid distraction.

Author's Note: Porn with a plot but you really have to squint your eyes to find the plot honestly. I have no justification for this hehe. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy it!

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Freak by Lana Del Rey

“What am I? A child? Fear doesn't exist in this household!”

That’s the embarrassing thing about overestimating yourself. One moment you’re boasting about your ability to endure jumpscares without flinching and the next, you’re sealing the ends of your blanket with your feet, hoping it’d protect you from imaginary ghosts.

As you bite your nails, waiting for your flatmate to answer the call, you feel embarrassed at how much of a wuss you’re gonna seem in front of him after talking big about not being one of the scaredy cats.

“Hello?” you hear his confused voice on the other end, laced with a hint of concern at you calling him in the middle of the night.

“Hi, Sugu,” you speak timidly, knowing you’re going to have to butter him up to get him to comply with your request. But before you can continue, you hear a mocking chuckle on the other end.

“Awww… look who’s scared shitless after bragging about being a horror movie connoisseur,” he teases.

“Pleaseee, come to my room,” you plead and you’re surprised when he agrees quickly before hanging up. But the emotion is soon replaced with dread when you realise that this is one of his rare golden opportunities to tease the hell out of you and Geto Suguru isn’t one to let it slide.

When he arrives, he doesn’t knock but slides your room door slowly so that the hinges creak eerily as it opens. His form almost blending into the dark hallway behind him, highlighted by your room’s awfully bright light.

“Suguru please, this is exactly why I did not want to call you here,” you complain as he smiles slyly, walking in before closing the door behind him.

“Then what did you call me here for?”

“Sleep here tonight,” you request, patting the space next to you on your bed.

“At least have the decency to ask me out on a date first.”

“That’s not– you know that’s not how I mean it!” you sigh.

“Be for real, this is all just a ruse to get me in your bed,” he snorts, leaning against the door with his hands crossed at his chest.

You roll your eyes and want to talk back at him but you remember that your scared ass doesn’t really have the upper hand here. You sigh again, “I’ll hold your pinky finger max… just so that I know I’m not alone in the room.”

“Holding hands? That’s like third base for you, babe,” he walks closer till he’s standing at the edge of the bed.

You pout at him and he bends forward in front of you, resting his palms on the edge of the mattress. “Did your dear friend not reply?” he teases you about your fuck buddy Marco but you decide not to react.

“Tease me all you want but please just get in!” you groan.

“Just sleep with the lights on,” he says dryly.

“I can’t fall asleep with the lights on but I’m too anxious to turn them off,” you reason, leaning forward to touch his bicep gently, hoping he’d be kind and understanding of your predicament.

“Just cover your head with the blanket?” He climbs into bed, sitting on the edge.

“Too suffocating. If you’ll be here, I’ll feel safe and sound,” you pout, trying hard not to smile at how he’s already complying to your request.

“I sleep naked.”

You suck in a breath to weigh your options. You know he’s just teasing but oh well, a distraction wouldn’t hurt, “I’ll allow shirtless.”

He takes his t-shirt off in an instant, throwing it to the floor before settling in next to you.

“Never miss a chance to make me uncomfortable…” you mumble as you try your best not to ogle at his abs.

“We both know you enjoy this, princess,” he smiles insincerely and you roll your eyes at him before turning to the side to reach the light switch near the bedside. Just as you turn the lights off, you feel a hand grab one of your ankles tightly and yank it roughly, causing you to let out a shriek as your body stumbles onto the mattress.

You hear Suguru laugh next to you as you turn to see his faint silhouette illuminated by the soft moonlight peeping through the window.

“Who does that!?” you scold him as you slap his chest repeatedly.

“Me!” he grabs your wrists to stop your attacks and instead wraps his arms around you. He falls back onto the mattress, caging you snugly into his arms so that your torso is almost on top of his.

“Suguru, I doubt this is a comfortable position to sleep in,” you wriggle into his arms as you free yourself to fall to the side, creating distance between your bodies as promised, holding only his index finger to maintain contact. A few minutes pass by in silence before you hear a sudden draft escaping the gaps of the window, making an eerie sound, causing you to hiss out a quiet ‘fuck’ as your hand readjusts to intertwine your fingers with his.

“If all you wanted to do was make noises instead of sleep, I could’ve done a much better job than a horror film,” he speaks softly as he untangles his fingers from yours.

You turn your head to look at his face, eyes searching his in the darkness, “Suguru, please stop teas–”

“Shhh, I’m just trying to get comfortable,” he interrupts and you feel his body turn to the side and towards you. His hand snakes around your waist as he pulls you into his warmth till your back is against his chest. This makes you giggle as you place your hand over his on your waist, fingers interlacing once again.

“Is this safe enough, madam?” His voice is playful but the way his hot breath fans the crook of your neck is far from funny. It’s as if the fear that had preoccupied your mind had suddenly started to lift, leaving behind a sudden sense of awareness. You suddenly feel hyper aware of the position you’re currently in with your attractive, not to mention shirtless, roommate.

You simply hum instead of speaking, not wanting your voice to betray you and expose the way you’re secretly enjoying the way his body feels against yours. For a second, you wonder how this type of stuff only happens in cheesy fictional movies or steamy romance novels. But on second thought, it might as well just be a well orchestrated happenstance – two adults willing to compromise on a rational way of solving things; and instead acting on their unbridled desire for each other, testing how far they can bend till one of them breaks.

That can never be you. You’ve taken an L as it is for one night, so if someone was going to break, it had to be him. You readjust your body to ‘get comfortable’, moving your hips slightly back till your ass is resting snugly against his crotch. However, when you don't get a reaction out of him, you abandon the idea just as quickly, creating some distance once again.

“Good night, Suguru,” you speak softly as you close your eyes, absentmindedly rubbing soft circles on the back of his hand while trying to understand how his brain works–you could’ve sworn the tension between you and him was real, so why was he acting so aloof?

You don't have to wonder much when you feel him move closer till you feel his bulge poke at your ass, causing you to halt your movement. Instead, Suguru's hand frees from under yours and dips under your t-shirt, fingers caressing dangerously close to your breasts. When you press your hips further back against him, he lets out a dry chuckle.

“Thought you were only going to hold a finger,” he mocks as his nose nudges behind your ear.

“This is a far better distraction,” you hum as you lift your hand up, moving it behind till your fingers are burrowed in his free raven locks.

“Is that what I am to you? Just a distraction?” his hand cups your boobs, fondling with the soft flesh, earning a satisfactory hum from you.

“No, you’re my dear roomie too,” you tease as you twist your head to look back at him, but your effort is in vain due to the darkness.

“Ahh, right! Just a roomie… that you keep on trying to seduce?”

“Whatever do you mean?” you pout as your hand moves to caress his cheek. He pinches your hardened nipple and it causes you to let out a quiet gasp.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about… roaming around the house without a bra… your nipples poking through the awfully thin fabric of your t-shirts,” his words make the heat rush to your cheeks as you feel his lips graze your neck and you close your eyes at the feeling.

“You roam around shirtless too.”

“That’s different.”

“Sure… seems to me that you’re the pervert here. C-can’t I be comfortable at my own place?” you tease but your voice comes out breathless as your brain is stuck on the way Suguru is playing with your nipples.

“Hmm… I'm trying to do just that… get you more comfortable,” Suguru bites your shoulder lightly as his hand moves down to dip into your sweatpants.

“Such a considerate roomie–mmh,” you swallow your words when he rubs your mound from over your underwear, “... what would I do without you, Sugu.”

You grab his hair to pull his face away from your shoulder before twisting your body further to kiss him on the lips. Your lips miss the mark and land on the corner of his mouth. He lets out a snort at this and brings his hand up to squeeze your cheeks before kissing you right.

His tongue slides into your mouth, swirling against your own and alternating it with soft tugs at your bottom lip. Suguru’s such a good kisser that you feel lightheaded when he breaks the kiss to allow you both catch your breaths. You can make out his outline as he moves away from you, making his way to your corner of the bed to turn the light on.

“Too bright!” you cover an arm over your eyes, scrunching your face at the sudden change.

“I want to see you,” he states calmly as he straddles you, fingers sliding the fabric of your t-shirt up to expose your belly.

“The lamp has enough light,” you stop his movement and motion him to move towards the bedside table.

He rolls his eyes but obeys as he makes his way to switch the bright tube light with the soft orange light of the lamp, “You could’ve easily fallen asleep in this dim light… you just wanted a reason to get me in your bed, huh?”

“Well, I really was scared,” you pout, making him laugh as he turns back to look at you.

“Yeah rig–” his words get caught in his throat when his eyes land on your bare chest.

“Would you rather go back to your room?” you tilt your head slightly as you toss your t-shirt to the ground before tracing your fingers gently over your rock-hard nipples. If Suguru had any other thoughts in his mind before that moment, the slate is wiped completely clean when he sees the way your dainty fingers dance over your skin, luring him in like a siren to a sailor.

“That ship sailed the moment you asked me to get in your bed,” he leans over you till you’re lying flat on your back and wets his lips as his eyes shamelessly fixate on your exposed tits. Without wasting another second, he dips his head down to suck on one tit while his fingers play with the other.

Your hands find their way to his hair as you let out soft hums, closing your eyes to enjoy the way his tongue feels on your sensitive skin.

He moves further down, leaving wet smooches over your belly but his movements come to a halt when his eyes land on your belly button.

“Is this new?” He asks, causing you to open your eyes and you find him eyeing the tiny ring piercing that's barely visible unless seen up close.

You shake your head, “You just never got to see it.”

“I knew you were a freak,” he leans down to kiss over it, “those innocent, doe eyes might trick others but they never fooled me.”

“But isn't that why you’re so hard, baby? Cause you like them freaky?” You shoot back as you hook one leg around his waist to tug the waistband of his sweats down with your toes. He grabs your ankle, peeling it away from him and pinning it down to the bed.

He simply gives you a devilish smile before leaning down to graze the silver metal piercing with his teeth, pulling at it playfully. In that moment, your body's reaction is beyond your control as you let out a whimper, goosebumps covering the entire expanse of your skin.

You bring your hands up to your chest to play with your nipples, back arching when his wet tongue licks a strip down your belly. He hooks his fingers into your waistband before pulling them down your legs along with your underwear.

“Fucking hell Suguru,” you moan when you feel two fingers opening your puffy folds, dragging over the surface to spread your wet juices around.

“Yes, princess?” He looks up to meet your eyes and he can feel the blood rushing to his dick, making it harder than ever. He thinks he might as well cum by just looking at your already fucked out expressions while your fingers greedily play with your tits.

“I want your tongue… please eat me out,” your request is almost a breathy whisper.

“Hmm, what do I get in return?” He wonders, fingers rubbing soft circles over your clit.

“I'll suck you off–”

“No.”

“Please… fuck– what then?” Your voice grows impatient as rut your hips up to feel more of his fingers.

“I want you to stop calling that fucker over whenever you're horny,” his voice is so stern that it actually makes you focus on what he's saying.

Your eyebrows furrow at this as you stop playing with yourself to sit up on your elbows to get a better look at his face, “Who? Marco? I don't underst–”

“What's so hard to understand, dummy? I'm fucking sick of hearing you scream someone else’s name at nights when I know I could fuck you much better than that guy,” Suguru's tone is calm, yet he has to grit his teeth to keep his cool.

He didn't have to ask – in your mind it was already a given – what could possibly be better than having your unbelievably attractive flatmate make you his. No other men could ever compare moving forward.

Yet you want to push his buttons, like you always do, “hmm… I don’t know about that, Sugu. He’s really good with his tongue...”

“Is that the game you really wanna play?” He groans as he spreads your thighs open, nestling himself between your legs. He dips his head down till it is just inches away from your core, “Well, then… be my fucking guest.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from grinning too hard – it was so fucking easy to rile him up. His tongue is quick to latch onto your pussy, causing you to let out a soft moan at the sudden contact.

Your body melts back down onto the mattress as you bring your hands down to play with his hair. He licks a strip up to your clit before moving back down to dip his tongue into your hole. As he begins to alter the pressure of his tongue, your thighs twitch involuntarily.

“Oh god– Suguru, right ther– nghh,” you push his head further down to bury his face against you completely. Suguru smiles at you as he lifts his head up slightly before letting the spit on his tongue trickle down to your hole and you can feel your insides clutching around nothing.

You lean your head back and shut your eyes tight when you feel his fingers spread his spit around your entrance. He takes you by surprise when he suddenly shoves two of his thick fingers into your cunt. The moan that escapes your lips next is vile to say the least and you bring your hand up to muffle it.

“No… don’t act shy now, baby. Let me hear your pretty voice,” he growls and you feel his other hand come up to yank yours away from your mouth as he begins fucking you with his fingers.

You nod your head desperately with your eyes still closed and whimper at his words, but it doesn’t take long before you’re cussing out lewd profanities when his tongue plays with your clit at the same time he begins to pump his fingers inside you faster.

“Suguru, y-you’re so good,” you stutter out praises as you feel your mind numbing at the sensation, getting closer to your orgasm. Your back arches off the bed when you feel him suck on your bud, adding a third finger into your hole.

“Oh my— yesyesyes,” you cry as your body twitches under him. You’re so close, you can almost feel yourself breaking. You bring your shaky hand to his hair again as you look down to find his eyes fixed on your face. Your eyebrows knit, the intensity of his gaze making you feel vulnerable and exposed.

“Sugu– I’m so clo–” you halt mid-sentence when he pulls away completely, causing your build-up to drop suddenly. You whine as you hook your legs around his torso, “Suguru! What the fuck?”

“Aww, sorry baby. Were you about to cum?” His tone is condescending. He holds up his hand to examine the wet coat of your juices glistening on his fingers, “Maybe you can call Marco over to finish the job?”

“Suguru, stop being so cruel,” you huff as you tug at his hand to pull him closer.

“You’re the cruel one here… expecting me to share what’s mine,” he moves up to kiss you on the lips and your moans are muffled by his tongue when his fingers part your folds once again, making your hips twitch.

“Please, I was only teasing. You’re the only one I want,” you beg, out of breath when he releases your lips.

“Is that so?” his hot breath fans your face. You nod desperately, clawing at his forearm to get him to move his hand once again.

“So, no more Marco? You’ll break all contact with that fucker?” he asks but it’s a rhetorical question anyway.

“Only you, Suguru,” you agree nonetheless as you lean your head up to kiss him once again.

“That’s a good girl. See how easy it was?” he smirks as his head moves down to your neck to suck on your skin roughly. Your brain goes dumb when he finds your sweet spot, you bring your hands to his shoulders all the while chanting his name when his fingers start fucking into you again.

You squirm under him as his bodyweight restricts your movement. When he feels your pussy flutter around his fingers, he’s quick to make his way back down to stimulate your clit with his tongue. You root your feet into the mattress, your hips thrusting up as your muscles twitch again.

“Keep going, fuck–Suguru” you cry as you grip his hair with one hand while your other hand pinches one of your nipples. The pressure in your core releases as soon as it builds when your orgasm breaks through you. Your legs fall limply to the sides but your abdomen still twitches as Suguru continues to lap at your juices.

You feel way too sensitive as his ruthless tongue and fingers begin to overstimulate you. You yank at his hair to warn him but he doesn’t budge.

“Suguru, too much–ahh!” your body twitches violently and he presses his other hand over your lower belly to keep you from moving too much. As you shiver under his touch, you can feel the coil building up in your stomach – it happens before you even realise it and you squirt all over his face.

You cry his name out loud, tears escaping your eyes as your body falls limp and you feel as if you’ve lost all strength. Suguru pulls his fingers out as he sits up between your legs, sucking his fingers clean before pushing the loose strands of his hair back.

Your chest heaves and you see the way his face shines due to the wetness. You bring a foot up to his chest, pushing him till he’s leaning back slightly, “You’re the freak here, Suguru.”

“Never said I wasn’t,” he smiles as he rests his palms onto the mattress, leaning back and spreading his legs open. You sit up and lean forward as you hook your hands into the waistband of his pants to pull them down along with his boxers. He lifts his hips up slightly and his dick springs free when you pull the garments down, discarding them to the side.

You lean down closer to his dick, your pussy fluttering when you see how perfect his size is – length as well as girth wise. Suguru has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen and it looks even prettier with the precum leaking from the slit. You move your thumb over the angry tip, sliding the foreskin further down.

You smile at him innocently before focusing back down as your tongue licks over the head, wetting it further with your saliva. Suguru feels like he’s about to lose his shit at this, his dick throbbing painfully in your hands.

A guttural groan escapes his lips when he feels you take his length into your mouth till his tip is hitting the back of your throat. Your left hand moves under to fondle his balls while your right hand gently claws at his thigh. He runs a hand through your hair when you start bobbing your head over his cock.

“Shit– take it in, princess,” his voice strains as he grabs your hair to push your head further down. You let out a muffled groan when you gag slightly.

You pick up your pace and he doesn't know if it's because he's been hard for an awfully long time or if you’re clouding his senses, taking over every thought but he comes undone quickly.

When you rub the base tightly while letting his tip hit the back of your throat in a repeated motion, you feel his dick twitch.

“Fuc– baby, I'm cumming,” he moans as he tries to warn you, tugging at your hair gently but you maintain a steady rhythm, making him shoot his hot liquid in your mouth.

You slow down to pull away from his dick and look up to find Suguru leaning back, resting his weight on his elbows. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the way a string of saliva connects his dick to your glistening lips. He closes his eyes shut as his head falls back limply – he thinks it's impossible to get hard so quickly again after a good head but his body is hell-bent on proving him wrong.

You wipe your lips with the back of your hand as you sit up and giggle at his state. He opens one eye to look at you lazily, chest still heaving lightly.

“You're welcome, Suguru. That is what a real considerate roomie does,” you tease as you straddle his lap, leaning forward to leave soft kisses over his pecs. Your arms rest on his shoulders as you move up to his neck, biting and sucking on his skin.

“Mmh… you’re so fucking cute,” Suguru huffs as he brings his hand up to your face, guiding you to look up at him, “fuck...the things I want to do to you.”

“What do you want to do to me?” You question as you take his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it lightly before releasing it.

“This,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist to scoot you up till your chest is flush against his, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss is hungry, passionate and desperate and your arms wrap around his neck and you moan into his mouth when you feel two of Suguru's fingers glide over your folds to part them.

“... and this,” he mumbles between kisses and you feel him graze his tip near your entrance. He pauses briefly as he pulls back from the kiss, “Where do you keep the condoms?”

You shake your head no, “birth control,” you mumble before pulling him back in to continue your kiss. You're pretty sure you feel his lips curve up in a smile briefly before he shoves his tongue into your mouth.

His hand is quick to reposition his dick, lining it up at your entrance as his other hand wraps around your waist to lift your hips up slightly.

Your pussy flutters in excitement when his tip enters your hole. He breaks the kiss to look down where your bodies meet, placing both his hands firmly on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he guides your body down onto him slowly.

You whimper as you feel his fat cock impale your walls, resting your forehead against his shoulder while your hands caress his biceps. When he's filled you up to the hilt, he holds you steady, letting you adjust to his size.

“Sugu–”

“And this,” he whispers as he lifts your hips up with ease before slamming you down onto his cock in one swift motion. Your nails dig into his skin at this and you scream his name, your brain going numb when his pace fastens.

“Yes yes, right th– ahh,” your voice is slurry as you bite into the skin of his shoulder to keep yourself from losing your sanity completely– as if that were still an option.

“S-stop squeezing me so tight,” he sighs when your walls twitch around him. You bury your face into his neck, whimpering at the sensation as his tip kisses the right spot each time he shoves deep into you.

Suguru loosens his grip around your waist as he slows down and it's only then that you realise just how tight his hold was. But the thought slips your mind just as quickly as it arrives when he lies you down till your back is on the mattress with him on top of you.

With his dick still buried deep inside you, he readjusts your legs to hook them over his shoulders and folding you in half as he towers over you.

His lips meet yours as he pins your arms down to your sides, intertwining his fingers with yours. It's a simple act but it has you feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“I want you…” he bites your lower lip lightly before releasing it, “...so bad...”

You hum into the kiss at his sweet nothings, not really being able to focus on the words he's spilling between kisses. You feel lightheaded – the way he kisses you softly is soon contrasted by the rough thrusts of his hips as he begins to pound into you mercilessly.

You cry against his lips as tears escape your eyes at how deliciously he's filling you up. Suguru kisses your cheek hastily before moving down to your neck to decorate your skin with his markings.

“Oh–mmph– god, Suguru,” you sob as he picks up his pace. You feel your mind going blank with each thrust – in that moment, you have nothing in your thoughts expect for Suguru and his cock.

Your moans get a pitch higher when he brings a hand down to play with your clit. It's the tipping point for you when his fingers and dick work in unison to bring you closer to your release.

You feel your pussy flutter around his length and he groans into your neck once again. He knows he won't last much long so he maintains a steady rhythm, rubbing your clit in a way that's eliciting a chain of lewd moans from you.

Your body convulses violently, his body weight on top of yours holds you in place as you reach your orgasm. Within seconds, you hear him hiss cusses into your ear as his dick twitches inside you and his cum paints your walls. Your vision gets blurry and you close your eyes, your breathing gets ragged as your body melts onto the bed and you’re pretty sure you would've passed out if not for Suguru’s sloppy thrusts coming to a gradual stop. He slides your legs down his shoulders gently and you let them slump to the sides.

“Baby, you good?” His breath fans your face and you look at him with half-lidded eyes. You let out a tired chuckle at the concerned look on his face. You simply nod at him as you slowly bring your hands up to hook them around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he kisses your nose, “then you can rest all you want.”

You pull him in for a lazy kiss and he obliges, wanting to relish in this moment a little bit longer.

You don't remember how you fell asleep but when you wake up to the almost blaring sound of your doorbell ringing, you find your body impossibly closer to his. Your face is almost buried in his chest with your arms and legs tangled with his, caging you into his whole being.

You pull away softly, wondering how you even managed to fall asleep in such an awkward position. You lean forward to kiss his forehead but move back in a haste when you hear the bell ring again, quietly getting out of the bed.

Putting on your pants and t-shirt, you make your way out of your room and to the main door.

Your surprise is evident on your face when you spot Marco standing in front of you.

“Hey…” you greet him, already feeling a weird sense of embarrassment creeping over you.

“Did I wake you up? I thought you’d be awake by now,” he checks his phone for the time.

“No… I slept in a bit since I couldn’t fall asleep after watching that scary film,” you confess, your brain working in full force to come up with the right words to break the news to him.

He's still standing in the doorway since you haven't really invited him in so he tries his best to do some damage control, “Are you upset about yesterday? I'm sorry for kinda bailing on you last night.”

Right, if Marco had been there for movie night, you wouldn't have called Suguru when you felt alone and scared. But it didn't matter much as what had happened since was way more intense than your fuck buddy missing yet another movie night.

Before you have a chance to speak, you hear a voice from behind, “Oh, no worries, you weren't missed.”

You turn to see Suguru walking towards you shirtless, in only his sweats. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Suguru to be so unwelcoming towards Marco but what surprised the guy were the hickeys on your flatmate's chest on full display.

And if Marco wasn't smart enough to connect the pieces together already, Suguru snaking an arm over your waist from behind and leaving a quick peck on your cheek, all while wishing the guy a ‘good morning’ was enough to make everything crystal clear.

You give Suguru a side eye as you chuckle nervously, “Suguru, please give us a minute.”

“Ok, don’t take too long, baby,” he slaps your ass playfully but his eyes stay on Marco, almost taunting him with a cocky smile.

When Suguru walls back inside, you scratch the back of your nape awkwardly, “Sooo…”

“It’s fine, whatever. I just wish you’d told me about it before I embarrassed myself like this,” Marco shoots back, trying not to sound bitter but failing miserably.

“I’m so sorry. You have nothing to be embarrassed about… I'm the one who should be embarrassed,” you ramble as you observe his face for a change of expressions, “Would you like to come in?”

“Doubt that's a good idea,” his tone is cold.

“Right… are we cool? No hard feelings?” you ask.

“Nah, we were just fucking, that’s all– just don’t expect me to keep on being your friend now.”

“Oh, okay, I wasn't going to… guess this is it then?” you speak just as formally, getting slightly annoyed at his entitled tone.

“Yeah,” he lets out a dry chuckle before curtly nodding and leaving.

You close the door and swiftly walk to where Suguru is sitting on the sofa. He's grinning at you, extending an arm out towards you.

“Don't even try! I'm so embarrassed…” you scold him, “I wanted to break it to him gently!”

He simply shrugs before motioning you to get closer to him. You roll your eyes but nonetheless obey as you move closer till you’re standing in front of him.

You cover your face with your hands, your muffled voice speaking, “That almost felt like an awkward breakup that 12 year olds have after calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend for a week…”

“Good… you can't be having two boyfriends at once,” he snorts as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer, resting his forehead against your belly.

You grab him by the hair to pull his face away gently to look him in the eyes, “Wait, you want us to date?”

He nods as he chuckles at your surprised reaction, “You really are a clueless one. Yes, I want us to date… besides, I don’t just let random hookups squirt on my face.”

You shove his face away as you groan in embarrassment, “Stopppp.”

“Never. That was the highlight of the night for me– second only to the way your pretty little cunt fluttered around my dick,” he pulls you closer to kiss your belly from over the fabric.

“Suguru, you have such a dirty mouth,” you push him away but he doesn't bug, further tightening his grip on your waist.

“It’s cause you like it dirty,” he pulls you down till you’re straddling his lap. You giggle when his hands move under your t-shirt to flick your already hardened nipples.

You hold onto his shoulders as you move closer to close the gap between your bodies as you kiss him.

“So?” He moves away to kiss your cheek, “Go out…” another peck on your nose, “...on a date…” next on your jaw, “...with me?” before kissing your forehead lovingly, “Please?”

You pull back to ponder over the question for a moment and the familiar butterflies reappear.

“Okay,” you nod, blushing as he nuzzles his face into your neck, “I'd like that a lot.”

“Okay… celebratory sex.” he exclaims as he bites your skin, making it tingle.

“No! I’m really sore!” you complain.

“Just one round, I'll be gentle,” he presses.

“Have some mercy on your poor girlfriend!” you coo as you lean back.

“Not if you talk like that… you’re only gonna make me hard,” he chuckles as he rubs his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Suguru!” you pout. He laughs as he leans forward to give you a quick peck.

“Ok fine… then, breakfast?” he asks and you nod. You hook your legs around his waist as he gets up with ease, making his way to the kitchen. You giggle when he squeezes your ass as he walks.

“Don't think you’re getting off that easily. I'm only letting you relax now so that I can fuck you later after our date tonight,” he places you onto to kitchen counter.

“Ah, so considerate!” you roll your eyes before kissing his cheek, your fingers tracing the outline of his chest gently. Your eyes meet and you stare at each other in silence. You crinkle your face at how cheesy the moment seems, splaying your palm over his face to break his intense gaze.

“Fuck– are you sure… at least just let me eat you out… nothing else,” he groans and you feel his dick poke against your inner thigh.

“Suguru!” You complain but you break into a fit of laughter at how adorable he seems like this, a side you hadn’t seen before today.

“Okay, okay, fine!” He rolls his eyes before cupping your face, “one kiss and then I'm gonna make you something delicious.”

“Sure,” you laugh before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another heart-fluttering kiss.

~fin~

#erensbirdie #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsukaisen x reader #jjk #geto x reader #geto suguru #geto x you #geto smut #jjk geto #jujutsu geto

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wanders-in-wonderland · 1 year ago

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~Welcome to Wonderland~

Disclaimer: If you are a minor, please please do not interact with my content and I will block you if I see you. I absolutely do not condone any true non-consensual activities, all sex should be performed with consenting adults, clear communication, and trust. Just because I write about non-consensual topics does not mean it is okay in real life. My blog contains content that may be triggering and I do my best to tag accordingly but please be warned and engage at your own discretion!

Hello! Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the internet and welcome! I write long- and short-form content (and now make audios!) that spans a variety of my own kinks that most commonly include overstimulation, consensual non-consent, rape fantasies, and being a breedable, submissive slut ;)

I try my best to tag my content accordingly and this post will (hopefully) always be the most updated list of my long-form content. Short-form content is posted in pink text and tagged with #drippythoughts. I’m open to requests and suggestions and my ask box and DMs are always open for anyone who wants to play! Also, I love when y’all interact with my posts by commenting or reblogging so please feel free!

~ Story Masterlist ~

A Game | Drugging, Aphrodisiac, Mind Break, Choking, Breath Play, Overstimulation, Predicament Bondage, Vibrator

As Planned | Consensual Non-Consent, Anal (Painal), Fake Safe Word, Aftercare

Broken Rules | Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Vibrator/Fucking Machine

Countdown | Overstimulation, Sybian, Edging, Exhibitionism, Mind Break

Date Night Distractions | Overstimulation, Cockwarming, Praise

Difficult Decisions | Overstimulation, Vibrator, Bondage, Gaslighting (ish), Daddy Kink, Clit Pumping

Doctor’s Orders | Overstimulation, Medical, Rape Fantasy, Vibrator,

Don't Move | Drugging, Paralytic, Rape Fantasy, Mind Break, Overstimulation

Electrified | Consensual Non-Consent, Overstimulation, Drugging, Aphrodisiac, Electrostimulation, Medical (ish)

Ex-Boyfriend | Rape Fantasy, Mind Break, Edging, Overstimulation, Bimbofication

First Date | Consensual Non-Consent, Rape Fantasy, Mouth Fucking

Forgiveness | Female Dom/Male Sub, Edging, Blowjob, Choking

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me | Overstimulation, Mind Break, Vibrator, Dacryphilia

Glocking Out | Gun Kink, Consensual Non-Consent, After Care, Kidnapping

Jealousy | Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Edging, Mind Break, Exhibitionism (ish)

Lover Boy | Overstimulation, Cuck, Threesome (ish but not really), Exhibitionism

Match My Freak | Drugging, Aphrodisiac, Rape Fantasy, After Care

My Roommate | Spanking, Rape Fantasy

New Toy | Daddy Kink, Brat, Edging, Overstimulation, Vibrator

Obsession | Stalker, Kidnapping, Soft Rape Fantasy, Overstimulation, Cunnilingus

Pay to Play | Rape Fantasy, Kidnapping, Mind Break, Overstimulation, Medical (ish)

Please Professor | Rape Fantasy, Overstimulation, Mind Break, Academia/School, Vibrator

Roles Reversed | Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Brat, Rope Bondage

Smile for the Camera | Cam Girl, Consensual Non-Consent, Rape Fantasy, Exhibition, After Care

Taken: Denial | Rape Fantasy, Kidnapping, Edging, Mind Break, Vibrator

Taken: Refusal | Rape Fantasy, Kidnapping, Overstimulation, Edging, Somnophilia, Vibrator

Technical Mastermind | Rape Fantasy, Somnophilia-ish, Stalking, Dual POV

The Monster in My Bed | Consensual Non-Consent, Overstimulation, Choking, Intruder

The Popular Vote | Rape Fantasy, Mind Break, Fucking Machine, Vibrator/Sybian, Clit Torture, Electrostimulation, Overstimulation, Edging, Ruined Orgasms, Exhibitionism

Treatment Plan | Rape Fantasy, Tickling, Overstimulation, Restrained, Medical, Mind Break

~ Audio Masterlist ~

Babe Are You Done Gaming Yet? | [F4M] [GFE] [Blowjob] [Gaming] [Distraction] [Cock Praise] [Teasing] [Established Relationship]

Drugged Into a Mindless Slut for My Best Friend | [F4M] [Drugged] [Rape-ish] [Aphrodisiac] [Blowjob] [Begging for Your Cock] [Riding Your Cock] [Begging for Your Cum]

Kidnapped and Raped by My Stalker | [F4M] [Rape] [Kidnapping] [Tied to Bed] [Knife] [Overstimulation] [Vibrator] [Forced Orgasm] [Blowjob] [Daddy] [Mindbreak]

Updated March 27, 2025

#masterlist #nsft concept #overstim kink #cl1t torture #cnc overstim #dark fantasy #mind break #cnc k!nk #rap3 fantasy #edging kink

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a99jazzybean · 21 days ago

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Feeling the Heat

synop: Viktor has noticed odd behaviors from you, their roommate. Due to you being a vastaya, he has a feeling you might be going into heat. He and Jayce join forces to help you through your annual predicament.

words: 5.2K

includes: jayvikxfem!reader, vastaya reader, foxgirl reader, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, creampie, heat cycles

a/n: 18+ readers only!!! I'm taking so much creative liberties with vastaya lore. Literally the majority of this is my headcanons, I am not saying this is accurate to League canon whatsoever.

There was an itching feeling crawling up your skin. A familiar one, but still irritating. It made your skin hot, not as if it was on fire, but you knew it would get there eventually. But you couldn’t worry about it too much, there was so much for you to do. Viktor and Jayce had sent you out to pick up much needed parts for them. As always, you gladly took up the task. After all, you owed them greatly. An impending heat was nothing compared to the kindness the men had offered you.

As you made your way through the streets of Piltover, you did your best to shake off the growing irritation under your skin. Taking in your surroundings you allowed yourself to find some distraction to keep the growing warmth in your belly at bay. Despite the cool breeze, sweat prickled on your forehead. You wiped it off, pretending you didn’t notice it.

You knew that your efforts were futile, but you persisted regardless. Continuing your way down the bustling streets. Stopping in various stores, checking off items on the list that the boys had sent you off with. By the early afternoon you had completed your tasks. While you did your best to ignore the growing need inside, you could feel it trying to claw its way out of you. All you had to do was bring the items to the lab, then hole yourself up in your room. Wait out the few days of your heat. Hopefully you could avoid the men before you made your way home. If you had to encounter them… well who knows how you would react?

It was just a few years ago that the men had found you. A shivering lonely woman scrounging for scraps in the lanes. One of the lucky ones that made it out. For you were a unique specimen. A vastaya. Complete with large fox ears and fluffy tail. Something that the brothels of Zaun would gladly house. Especially considering the type of yearly predicament you found yourself in.

When Jayce realized what you were, he knew that he had to get you out of the undercity. Perhaps it was a selfish motive, but he knew that your kind had an attunement to magic others did not possess. So while it was a good deed, taking you in, there was still a pitiful part of him that knew his motives were less than squeaky clean. That desperate part of him so heavily fixated on magic that he would find a way to house a creature such as yourself to learn more.

Viktor was hesitant to bring you into the fold, but you had quickly proved yourself to the men. Demonstrating your magical abilities with quite the finesse for a struggling being. Though it wasn’t surprising to you. Your mother had taught you how to harness your magical abilities long ago. But you were without her now, and it showed.

For as long as possible you avoided the deepest pits Zaun had to offer. Managing to dodge shimmer and sex work, though just barely. Many a time you almost caved, desperate for the money. However, you persisted. Clawing your way out of this pit that the death of your family had thrown you in.

Now, you needn’t worry about that. Your past was in the past. Neither Jayce nor Viktor ever questioned you on it. As long as you were able to prove your abilities, you proved your worth.

That’s how it was at the beginning at least. As time passed, the men grew fond of you. Learning that you had quite the charm. Plus it helped to have a pretty face around the lab. Though they wouldn’t admit that out loud. The two grew accustomed to your swishing tail and the curious twitch of your ears.

Jayce especially enjoyed your fox attributes. Finding those exotic parts of you quite fascinating, beautiful even. Viktor would often catch the other man staring at you as you helped organize their materials. Eyes wandering to your backside as your tail absentmindedly swayed from side to side. A motion that was almost hypnotic. Though it wasn’t just your tail he had often stared at. He did greatly enjoy the lovely curve of your ass, but the distraction of your tail was a good excuse as to why his eyes wandered.

Somehow, you never noticed the way he looked at you. The longing that now accompanied his gaze. You were used to people staring, and with Jayce’s fascination with you, it was a normal occurrence. Oh how he wished you would notice, to have you share some of the affections that he now held for you.

Viktor fared no better than the other man. While he had attempted to remain indifferent to your presence, it was difficult for him to ignore the pull that you had. Jayce was drawn to the unique parts of you. Viktor was fond of the intimate parts of you.

After living with them for a few months you had finally allowed yourself to be more vulnerable. During one of the rare times you were home alone with the man, Viktor had found you silently crying in the kitchen. A sight that he had never seen before. You had managed to keep up quite the strong persona, despite the state that the men had originally found you in. It was a moment that you had wished Viktor didn’t catch you in. Pity wasn’t something you wanted from anyone, but it wasn’t pity that was written on the man’s face as he walked into the kitchen. Cane and feet softly making their way toward you. Stopping with a hand outstretched. A soft sadness in his eyes, a newfound camaraderie discovered between the two of you. It was unspoken, the shared history of a life spent in the undercity. A history that had you taking his hand, allowing him to pull you into an uncharacteristic embrace. Although you had just been in a somber mood, you found your tail wagging. A soft chuckle escaping the man that held you as he watched your tail swish with happiness.

With your closeness, you wondered if it was wrong of you to hide your current condition. The men had studied vastayan history and culture as much as they could. It was difficult for them to find accurate texts, but they had been able to piece together what they could without prying too much into your life.

Viktor had learned that some of your kind depending on their animal subspecies went through periods of heat. You had managed to hide your annual predicament from the men for the past few years. Though now, it seemed that your string of luck had run out. The last years you had pretended you were merely ill with terrible allergies, but you were certain with the scientists that they were, they would eventually notice the yearly pattern. It was unavoidable, so you hoped you could inconspicuously hole up in your room without them noticing.

However, unbeknownst to you, Viktor had a sneaking suspicion that you were hiding something from them. With the research he had done, he pieced clues together that you were about to go into a heat.

There were little things that had piqued his interest. The way that you had become clingier to the men. Often hugging them, rubbing your cheeks and neck against their chests and shoulders. Jayce found the actions endearing, but Viktor knew better than that. You had been unconsciously staking your claim on the men, scenting them to deter other potential mates. At least that’s what he had read.

Then there was the way you had been stealing the men’s clothes. Snagging a used sweater off the back of Jayce’s chair when he took it off. Burying your face into the cloth with a smile. Brazenly snatching Viktor’s undershirt after he changed for bed. It was as if you didn’t even know you were doing it. The man had spotted you curled up in your bed, surrounded by various articles of the men's clothes. The sight had Viktor’s heart melting, but there was a nagging part of him concerned about your actions. Putting the pieces together, recognizing that you were showing the beginning signs of heading into a heat.

He was surprised that you had managed to hide your previous heats from them. Now with the signs so clear to him he wondered how they hadn’t ever noticed before.

As the men waited for you in their lab, Viktor knew he had to inform Jayce of your impending heat. It was only a matter of time that the peak of your cycle would crest, and he needed to make sure that they could help you through it. From what he knew, heats were a painful and difficult time without a mate. Knowing that you had been going through that alone for so long now saddened Viktor. He knew that it would hurt Jayce too.

“Jayce…” Viktor wondered how he was supposed to begin this talk.

“Something going on, V?” Jayce spun around to face the other man.

“Yes, it’s about y/n…” Jayce raised a questioning brow, wondering where this was going.

“What about her?”

“Have you noticed she’s been acting odd lately?” Maybe he could lead Jayce to the conclusion to spare himself the embarrassment of revealing your condition.

“Um, not really? She seems like her normal self to me.”

Ah, that’s right. Jayce was always so overly touchy, he probably wasn’t surprised at the way you were responding to him.

“I’m going to avoid beating around the bush. She is…” The opening of the lab door made Viktor pause.

The two men turned to see you in the doorway, a large paper bag in hand likely holding the materials they had requested. Well that was inconvenient timing… Viktor needed to have this conversation with Jayce, but would have to table it for now. Instead he decided to observe you to see where you were at in the process of your heat.

As you made your way over to the men, Viktor’s eyes widened. Oh, you were definitely reaching the height of your cycle. Naturally you had always smelt quite pleasant, but now, you smelled utterly delectable. Viktor felt his mouth watering as you brushed by to place the materials on their workbench. He knew that the scent of a heat could affect most mammals, but didn’t expect it to hit as hard as it did. Based on how Jayce was behaving, he could tell he was affected as well.

Shit. You forgot that your heat wasn’t just to attract other vastaya. While they were the more preferable race to compliment your biology, you were easily able to procreate with other beings. Humans included, and your biological output was made to attract anything that could potentially get you pregnant. Which meant you had inadvertently seduced your roommates.

“Well, here’s the stuff. I gotta head back home now, I’m not feeling too well.” You attempted to make a quick getaway, but was stopped by a strong hand grasping your forearm.

“You feeling sick?” Jayce asked, though his tone was lower than normal.

Viktor thickly swallowed. He didn’t have enough time to speak with Jayce, and now your natural effects were getting to the man. At least with his knowledge Viktor was able to somewhat push away this animalistic side, but Jayce was another story entirely.

“Um, yeah. So you should let me go… so I don’t get you sick too.” You attempted to pull away, but Jayce’s grip remained firm.

“Jayce…” Viktor placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “You should let her go home.”

The hand made Jayce jolt out of whatever trance you had put him in. Pupils returned back to their normal size as his grip loosened and allowed you to walk away. Nodding a thanks at Viktor, you sped out of the lab and raced back to your shared apartment.

“Viktor, what just happened?” Jayce watched as you left, shivering as his adrenaline came down.

“That’s eh… what I wished to speak to you about.” Jayce turned back to Viktor. The questioning look returned to his face.

“Go on…”

“Remember when we were doing research on vastaya? Well, I happened upon a section of a text that discussed sexual mature mammalian variants can sometimes go into an annual heat. Something to do with the animal aspects, though not much research has been done on it…” Viktor had begun to ramble. Something Jayce knew he did when attempting to avoid uncomfortable topics.

“So what you’re saying is she’s horny.” Viktor’s eyes widened at the man’s brazenness.

“That is a bit of a crude way of putting it,” he huffed. “Though I suppose that would technically be accurate.”

“If this happens every year? Why haven’t we noticed it before?”

Viktor shrugged.

“I suppose she did a good job at hiding it from us.” Viktor thought about the previous years.

Looking back, he realized that you had always become sick around this time of year. Keeping to yourself in your room, only coming out to get food and go to the restroom. Though when you did have to exit your space, you tried doing so when the men weren’t around. Now Viktor understood. It wasn’t that you didn’t wish for their aid while you were ill, you weren’t ill at all.

He wasn’t offended by your avoidance. It was clearly a touchy subject, and understandably so.

“What should we do?” Jayce asked, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

Viktor bit his tongue in thought. From his research he knew there was only one way to make your heat go by faster, but he did not know if you would be willing to do so. Plus, he wasn’t sure you would be in the right state of mind to even consent. However, there was still a part of him that wished to explore the taboo option.

“We could… eh… offer assistance?” Viktor studied Jayce’s response.

“You mean…” He trailed, pointing between himself and Viktor, then behind himself to indicate your person.

“Based on my research, fornication is the best way to pass a heat. Though, I suppose that makes sense considering what heats are intended for.”

“Do you have to make it sound so,” Jayce waved his hands around his face, “clinical?”

“How else would you prefer I phrase it, Jayce?” Viktor grumbled, he wasn’t one for crassness.

“Sex? Fucking? Anything but ‘fornication’.”

Viktor chuckled, looking up at his partner with fondness.

“So… should we offer our assistance?” He asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

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Hot, hot, hot. It was all you could think about as you uncomfortably squirmed in your bed. You were only wearing one of Jayce’s long shirts, attempting to stop the itching heat and aching between your legs. You couldn’t recall your heats ever making you feel this bad. It was getting painful. Groaning, you pressed your face into your pillow, hoping the pressure would ease something within you. How that would work? You had no idea, but you needed something nonetheless.

Knocking at your door had you jolting up. Quickly scanning your room you found some sleep shorts to slip on. Not realizing how it would look with you wearing Jayce’s shirt that you might have stolen from his dirty laundry. Your brain was too foggy to care. Before you opened the door you paused. You knew that Jayce or Viktor were behind it, and you didn’t know how you would react if you saw the men.

Taking a deep breath you willed yourself to remain composed when you saw the men. Opening the door just a crack, you saw both Viktor and Jayce waiting expectantly.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, voice shaky. Just the sight of the men had slick pooling between your thighs.

“I have a feeling we should be asking you that question.�� Jayce said.

“I’m a bit sick.” You pretended to cough. “I don’t want you guys to catch whatever I got.”

You watched as the men gave each other a look, then turned back to you with an eyebrow quirked. That itching heat flaring within you, making you softly whine.

“We know you’re not sick.” Viktor said, making your eyes widen.

“W-what do you mean?” You felt your body begin to tremble. Did they know? And if they did, why does the thought excite you?

“Can we come in?” Viktor asked softly.

That had you gasping. You didn’t know if you could handle having the men in your room with you. Then you realized how embarrassing it would be if they came in. Turning around, you looked over the nest in your bed that had various articles of their clothing tucked within it.

“I-I don’t think you should. I told you, I don’t want to get you sick.” It was clearly a lie as your voice cracked.

Viktor looked at Jayce who nodded. The larger man gripping the door and softly pushing it open. You didn’t fight it, you honestly didn’t want to. However, you did step away from them. Trying your hardest to not let their presence get to you, it wasn’t working. Backing into your bed you fell onto your nest.

Jayce’s eyes widened as he took in the state of your bed. Spotting various articles of clothing mixed with your blankets. He gave a soft chuckle.

“So this is where my sweaters have disappeared to.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Mean to what? Use their clothes to help stave off the painful parts of your heat? How embarrassing.

Your hands flew up to your face as your cheeks heated up. Large warm hands grabbed your wrists and tugged them down, making you face Jayce. He was tenderly gazing at you with a soft smile on his lips. His proximity made you whimper. He smelled so good, you just wanted to roll over onto your stomach for him. Shaking your head, you attempted to remove the thoughts, but with how close he is…

“You look good in my clothes.” He said, looking at the shirt that engulfed your body.

Heat rose to your cheeks again.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I’ll give you the clothes back.”

The man stopped your trail of apologies with a hand scritching behind your ears. The action eliciting a purr from you. Oh, it felt really good when he touched you.

“Don’t apologize, we’re here to help you.” He nodded back to Viktor who made his way over to you.

He joined Jayce in petting your ears, making you melt into their touch.

“Help me?”

“We know you’re in heat.” Viktor said matter of fact.

Again, the heat flooded to your cheeks.

“You know?” You asked weakly.

The two of them nodded. Their gazes soft and loving.

“Do you want us to help you?” Jayce asked.

Of course you did. But if you accepted, everything would change. Mating during a heat was supposed to be one of the most intimate acts. A part of you would be connected to them in a way they would never be able to understand. Then again, they had done so much for you. Denying how you felt for the men would be useless. As much as they yearned for you, you had felt the same.

You had made your decision. Nodding at their question.

“Yes, I want you to help me.” You bit your lip. “You know that means that you’ll have to stay with me for the next few days though, right?”

“We’re prepared. We just wanted to make sure this is what you wanted.” Jayce said, hand still scratching behind your ear.

“And you want to help me?” You didn’t want this to be something they were doing out of pity. Oh to have the men you were pining for want you back. Well, that would be a dream come true.

Jayce’s hand moved to the back of your head, pulling you forward. His lips pressing against yours in a desperate kiss. The sudden action made you gasp. Pulling away slightly, he responded.

“Yes. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

His lips found yours once more, this time making you whine into his mouth. Tongues intertwining with the heated kiss. The man groaned as he got a taste of you. Something he didn’t realize he had been craving. Now, it was something he needed.

When you pulled away, a different hand pulled you toward Viktor. The man taking his opportunity to slot his lips with yours. This kiss still desperate, but softer. You could feel the man’s longing as he took his time deepening the kiss. Tongue lapping at your bottom lip before meeting yours. He too enjoyed your taste. Even if it was just your pheromones making him feel this way.

Whining as they pulled away, your fingers found the hem of the shirt you were wearing. Ripping it off, you found the men staring at you with their mouths agape. Along with the shirt you pulled off your shorts, sighing as your skin was exposed to cooler air.

“That was unexpected…” Viktor said, entranced at the state of need you were in.

A frustrated groan left your lips as the men stared at you. Why weren’t they touching you? Couldn’t they see how much you needed them?

Before you could voice your frustrations, Jayce had kneeled at the edge of the bed. Strong hands reached for your thighs and pulled you to him. His pupils were blown out as he stared at your dripping heat. A thick finger slipping between your folds, making you cry out. Finally, they were touching you.

Jayce began to kiss up your thighs till he reached your drenched pussy. He lapped up the slick that had coated your thighs with an animalistic groan. Delicious and so sweet. He needed more. Diving in, he made you cry out once again. His tongue wishing to taste as much of you as he could. With each swipe of his tongue you felt a knot in your stomach begin to tighten. Soft moans and gasps leaving you as the man ate you out with fervor.

Viktor felt himself grow hard at the sight of Jayce lapping at your heat. He joined you on the bed. Long fingers trailed over your torso, deciding to play with your breasts. Tweaking a nipple had you moaning and writhing.

Jayce locked your legs down with his forearms, forcing you to take his ministrations. His hot tongue made you shake as the knot grew tighter. Thighs clenched around Jayce’s head, making the man groan. He had one goal in mind, and boy was he gunning for it. A harsh suck on your clit had your body trembling even more. Another suck had the knot snapping, making you scream with pleasure. A hot spray of your release coating the man’s chin, but he didn’t stop lapping at you. Loving your taste.

Viktor made the man stop as you began to whimper with overstimulation. Long fingers pulling at Jayce’s hair, making him moan. A fucked out look on his face as he rose with Viktor’s hand. The larger man climbed from between your legs and over your body. Kissing your hot skin sending shivers through you. His lips finding yours again, making you taste yourself.

The men allowed you to take a breather as they undressed. You watched in awe as they stripped away to reveal their beautifully naked bodies. Jayce’s cock thick and long, slapping against his toned belly. Viktor’s cock springing up with a delicious looking curve. The thought of them inside you had more slick gush out of you as you whimpered.

“Oh fuck.” Jayce looked at Viktor with wide eyes. “I didn’t know she did that.”

Viktor chuckled darkly, turning back to you. A hand grasping yours and lightly pulling you into a seated position. After softly kissing your hand he laid down on the bed. He beckoned for you to come to him. Obediently, you crawled over to the man. Straddling his waist, feeling his cock brush against your heat. It had you whining once more as you grinded against him. He groaned at the feeling of your slick coating his length.

Looking into his eyes he nodded. Immediately, you sheathed him within your warmth. Both of you moaning as you took him in. His cock pressing against parts of you you didn’t know existed. Slowly, you began to bounce on him. Moans and whines escaping your lips as you chased the pure pleasure. Hoping you would make him reach his release, the need to be bred taking over your brain.

The man watched as you bounced on him, moaning with each slide up and down his cock. Your wet cunt so warm and inviting, just begging for him to cum in you. Tongue lolling out, you continued riding him at a fast pace. A tightening knot returning to your stomach making you chase your release. Oh how Viktor wished to see you fall apart on his cock. Your face already so fucked out as you took him in eagerly.

Deft fingers reached for your clit, drawing a hard circle on the sensitive nub. The knot threatening to break at any moment.

“Cum, please. I need to feel you cum on my cock.” Viktor choked out as you continued your brutal pace. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

The man’s words were your undoing. The knot snapping again, making you cry out in pure pleasure. The clamp of your soaking pussy forcing the man beneath you to climax. Hot ropes of cum shooting into you relieving that itch that you so desperately needed scratched.

“Viktor…” You whined.

Sloppy kisses were placed all over the man’s face and neck. Occasionally you would bite a sensitive spot on his neck. His dick was still inside you as you left love bites on his upper body. He was too exhausted to try and stop you, not that he wanted to. He knew he would be admiring the bruises after your rendezvous.

The man shuddered as you grinded against his now softening dick. Overstimulation making him grip your hips, trying to hold you in place. The action making you whine. You needed more, desperately.

Viktor took that as his cue to invite Jayce over.

“Darling, why don’t you let Jayce take care of you?” Viktor’s suggestion had your ears perking up and tail swishing with excitement.

Groaning, Viktor admired the way your slick mixed with his spend as you lifted off of him.

As you crawled toward Jayce, Viktor cleared his throat to get both of your attentions.

“Why don’t you present for him?” The command had you shuddering and nodding.

On instinct you turned away from Jayce, ass up in the air. Tail swishing with anticipation as the man took in the sight before him. Your slick and Viktors cum dripping down your thighs made something feral in him snap. Rough hands pulled you to the end of the bed. A thick cock was easily shoved into your waiting hole. An obscene squelching noise filled the room. The sound spurring Jayce on. Hips snapping into you at a brutal pace.

A cry left your lips as he grabbed your tail and lightly pulled. The man groaned as he felt you clench around him at the action. He continued to tug on your tail as he pressed you further into the bed. Your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you took everything the man was giving you. Needing so badly to be bred.

Viktor had enough time to catch his breath and decided to play with you some more. A hand grabbing your hair, pulling your head back enough for him to kiss you. He swallowed all of your moans.

“Look at you,” Viktor’s voice was low, “so perfect. Like you were made for us.”

He tenderly petted your head as Jayce continued to pound into you. Once more making you feel the buildup of your climax begin. Legs trembling with each slide of his cock into your pussy.

“I bet you want us to breed you, don’t you?” Viktor murmured, making you moan at the thought.

Right now you would do anything to have the men breed you. Jayce seemed to be fond of the idea, groaning at the thought of being impregnated by them.

“Want us to give you little kits?” You were sobbing at his words now.

“Yes! Please! Yes! Breed me!” You cried.

“Well Jayce, do you think we can breed our little fox?” Viktor looked up at the man.

Jayce’s chest was pressed up against your back as he shoved your body into the mattress. Fucking into you over and over again, making your climax grow nearer. Thick fingers reached around your body and traced circles over your clit. The man groaned as he felt your walls flutter around him.

“Gonna…” He huffed. “Gonna breed this sweet little pussy.” He groaned at the thought of filling you. Feeling his balls tighten as he neared his own end.

“Please!” You whined, pressing your ass up against him to meet his thrusts.

One last swipe on your clit had you screaming once more, clamping down on the man. The tightness forcing Jayce’s climax out of him, filling you up again. The heat of his cum satisfying that itch.

Moaning, you felt the man pull out of you. His spend mixed with Viktor’s dripping out of your abused hole. Though you knew that they weren’t done with you.

A newfound hunger took over the men. Over the next few days they continued to fuck into you. Spilling load after load inside your slick pussy. The feeling of them cumming in you becoming an addictive sensation.

By the final day, the itch had pretty much dissipated. You took their last climaxes in a dazed fucked out state, staying high on the overstimulation.

Both of the men took care of you as you came down from your heat. Peppering you in kisses and sweet nothings. Lightly caressing you as the sweltering heat had begun to subside. Feeling so loved and cared for by the men that had taken you in.

As you laid between them, you wondered what would happen next.

“Um…” You didn’t know how to begin.

“Is something the matter?” Viktor looked at you with adoration.

“I guess, I want you to know that this doesn’t have to go anywhere. But I am now tied to you. In a sense.” You bit your lip in nervousness.

“Tied to us?” Jayce asked, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Yes. Mating during a heat creates a special bond, and I’ve never mated with anyone before.”

Viktor and Jayce’s eyes widened at the information. Both of them pulled closer to you.

“Well, I do hope this ‘goes somewhere’, so to speak.” Viktor said, a soft smile on his face.

“Me too.” Jayce said, kissing your cheek.

The confession made your heart swell. Happy tears pricked at your eyes. Never before had you felt so loved and wanted. Your tail swished between Jayce’s legs, making the man chuckle.

“I’ll take that as you wish for this to go somewhere?” He asked, nuzzling into you.

“Yes, of course.” You sighed with content. “It’s something I have wanted for a while.”

With that, the men embraced you. Leaving trails of light kisses as you drifted off into a blissful sleep.

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jscrawls · 1 month ago

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Grave mistakes

Gotham City is full of a lot of characters, criminals, creepy clowns, man eating plants, eccentric billionaires. But all that rolled into one household?

Warning: contains mentions of blood, violence, attempted kidnapping, general spooky stuff, it's an Addams reader they're gonna be freaky,

Part 6: cellblock tango

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The very last thing Bruce expected to be woken up early for was this, Alfred shaking him awake just to shove a too bright phone in his face while talking about something and jail, when his sleep heavy eyes finally peeled open and got an eyeful of what was on the phone he sat bolt upright.

“How'd you wind up in here, spooky.” one of the braver inmates sidles up beside you to speak, not getting close enough for the blood to rub off on his denim jacket of course.

“oh I just got into a little back and forth with a rather rude fellow, you know how it goes.”

Your casual response would be funny if you weren't locked in a holding cell with them covered in blood, the other people huddle at the furthest end from you, watching you cheerily converse with the spiky haired punk with alarmed expressions.

“…. Sure, it happens. Just curious….. Who'd you gank? Bet it was ugly if you're…looking like this.” The man keeps his distance even as he speaks, rubbing tattooed knuckles up and down the front of his torn dark colored jeans nervously despite his brave air.

“gank, what a funny word. No I'm in this lovely little place because a man was very unpleasant to this-”

“Mx Addams, you've got a visitor.” your mouth shuts with an audible clack of your teeth in the too-quiet holding cell when you're interrupted by a bored looking officer, the woman unlocks the metal barred door and gestures for you.

“Oh? I was under the impression I was staying here for the foreseeable future. Is it my roomies?” You're a bit disappointed to be pulled away from your new-new friend but alas, you have a visitor! Who cares if that doesn't make sense considering the due process and all that.

“I don't know your relation to him and I don't care, come this way.” the lady pushes her glasses up her nose and pulls out a set of handcuffs as soon as you get close, well it's clearly not your roommates if it's a him, maybe it's one of your delightful acquaintances.

You don't hear the multiple sighs of relief from in the cell as you're pulled down the hall.

The woman practically pushes you into a small room and shuts the door between you two, the walls are plain white and the flooring is just plain brown paneling, and it's rather cramped with the large table and three chairs taking up most of the space. Before you can start entertaining yourself the door opens behind you, your best friend Alfred is here!

“Oh hello my friend! I didn't realize you were in this jail too! Don't tell me you've finally snapped and sank into your darkest impulses, you sly thing you should tell me these things.”

“can you not right now.” Bruce huffs as he shuffles in behind Alfred and shuts the door, both men grimace at the sight of the dried blood caked on your body.

“Oh you're here too.” You say calmly while waving at Bruce with your still cuffed hands.

Bruce looks at you questioningly at the different treatment. “You don't sound surprised.”

“I knew you'd succumb to the darkness within your heart as soon as I'd met you.” you just shrug while stepping back to make room for the two men in the small space. They share a silent look and both move around you to sit at the table, at their expectant glances you quickly join them.

Alfred clears his throat loudly while resting his hands on the table. “…. So, care to share how you wound up in….. This predicament you've found yourself in?”

“What predicament.” Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose tightly when you say that, the man looks about ready to smack his head on the table. “You violently stabbed someone in the middle of a street.”

“Oh, that. That was just a little Tom foolery that got exciting. You should try it sometime my friends!”

“…just tell us what happened.”

“Fine, it all started when I took my roomies out on the town-” Alfred interrupts you quickly. “Who are your ‘roomies’?”

“My friends! I've named them cousin Looney and cousin venom, I don't think they want to be called Addams yet but we'll see how that goes. Now onto the tale-!”

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“Hurry up the freakin markets gonna close!”

Harley loops her arm through Pamela's and yours and yanks you both down the sidewalk at a slightly too fast pace, the black fur coat she'd borrowed from you nearly falling off her shoulders when Pamela pulls her out of the way of a crosswalk pole.

“Calm your tits harl, watching you bounce around is giving me a migraine.” Pamela casually brushes her hand against a wilting tree in a sidewalk cage as you walk by it and makes it perk up and grow a few feet taller.

You glance over at the both of them with a big smile on your face. “I happen to enjoy migraines.”

Harley snorts at that while Pamela scowls at you and rolls her eyes. “Oh of course you do, you've got regular money right? You're not embarrassing me with that coin crap tonight.” Her voice is gruff, yet she still pulls you by pulling on Harley out of the way of a car getting too close to the edge of the sidewalk.

“Of course I do! You know I know this horrible little stand that sells vegetables we should go there first before-”

A scream further down the street cuts you off, looking around in confusion the three of you watch as the crowds all move in the opposite direction, clearly Gothamites know when to clear out.

“Sounds like someone's having a little problem.” Pamela pulls out a piece of gum and then hits the crosswalk sign with her elbow.

“We should go look!” “We should go watch the peril!” You and Harley nearly speak over each other, you say a quick apology while Pamela frowns at the both of you.

“Weren't you just complaining about time? We should go while the market crowds are clearing out, less foot traffic right now.”

Harley whips around to look at Pamela, jostling you a bunch since her arms still looped through yours. “babycakes.”

Pamela looks at her with narrowed eyes while starting to tug her across the street, popping her gum loudly. “Don't ‘babycakes’ me, I'm being the responsible once since you both can't do anything right.”

Another scream echoes down the dark street, this time much louder and more shrill. You and Harley share a conspiring look and you take the lead to start tugging your little monkey chain down the middle of the street while Harley holds onto Pamela tightly.

“Come on my demented dames! Just a little peek then we'll be on our way!” Your voice just makes Pamela's face screw up and she huffs loudly, Harley grins widely, accidentally smearing black lipstick on her teeth, not that she notices of course. “Yeah come on ives! We've been missin out on mischief for a while anywho.”

Pamela grunts angrily, yet allows you two to drag her down the dark and empty streets, no longer resisting but she's also not exactly enthusiastic about it either. “When we go home empty-handed I don't wanna hear one single peep of complaint.”

“Help! Someone help me!” The three of you pause in your tracks when a child runs down the street yelling, when they spot you they freeze in place for a second before quickly Glancing over their shoulder and then running over you your little group. Latching onto Harleys borrowed coat tightly.

“Woah there shortie! Watch the grubby paws!” Harley looks down at the kid in alarm, she pulls her arms away from yours and Pamela's to grab the kids shoulders.

“Ugh, kids. Let's go before they start crying on one of us.” Pamela tugs on one of Harleys pigtails, she glances over at you expecting to see your awkward ass backing off, but she's surprised when you squat down next to the kid to address them.

“Hello random screaming child!” you smile widely at the kid while they take a hesitant step back, they quickly look over their shoulder once again before turning and starting to speak quickly.

“you…. You people gotta help me! There's a weird man after me!”

“A weird man?” Harley joins you in squatting down to talk to the kid, Pamela scowls and crosses her arms. “We don't have time for this.”

Harley quickly turns her head to pout up at her. “Red that's cruel, sounds like the shorties in some kinda trouble!”

You look back at the kid and smile at them again. “Ignore them, I happen to love trouble! Why don't you tell me what's going on?”

The kid scuffs their shoe on the street nervously, but before they could reply a new figure runs up to the group.

“Finally, there you are!” When the person, a guy with baggy clothes and shaggy brown hair runs up to you, the kid shoves behind you and clings to your clothing tightly. “That's the weird man!”

“I'm not a weirdo! Sorry about my niece, she likes throwing tantrums and running out of the house. Sorry for the inconvenience…” the guy steps closer while gesturing at the kid with one hand, the other hand shoved in his baggy sweatshirt pocket.

“He's lying! I don't know him at all! He said he knew my mom and grabbed me, and when I tried to pull away he hit me!” The kid points to their face while Harley leans down to look at the mark, Pamela's eyes narrow at the man while you stand up.

“You're a kid smacker eh?” Harley looks at the man with a frown while stepping in front of the kid to block them from view, the man looks nervously between the three of you before backing up a few steps.

“You're taking their word over an adults? Come on…I just need to get them home to my sister since it's so late….”

“You're not my uncle!”

Pamela sighs and glares at the man tiredly.

“You, tell me this kids name right now if you're related to them.” She then leans down to the kid, her voice low. “Whisper your name to me squirt.”

The kid hurriedly leans over and cups their hands around their mouth while you and Harley watch, Harley keeps glancing at the guy with an angry expression on her face.

The guy starts backing away more, the fact that he isn't answering says enough.

“I….. She could just tell you a random name anyways…. She's just being a brat, I swear!….”

“Like anyone's buying that!” Harley starts to stomp over to the guy while you and Pamela quickly follow her, the man suddenly pulls his hand out of his pocket and brandishes a hunting knife at the three of you.

“Back off freaks! I'll gut all of you!”

Pamela just looks at the man with disgust while raising a hand and gesturing at one of the nearby shrubs, Harley pulls a regular hammer out of her pocket and squares up, and you?

“I have one of those too!” You excitedly pull your own dagger out of one of your long sleeves, how was it up there? Who knows!

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“Hang on a second, hang on.”

Bruce interrupts you rather rudely, both men are leaning into the table with there elbows rested in it, wearing matching disturbed expressions after you've mostly recounted last night's events.

“You're saying you beat up and stabbed a man who was kidnapping a child?”

You nod quickly, casually picking at the dried blood flakes under your nails while staring at the two men. “That's right, normally I'm all about a little consensual stabbing between friends but this man wasn't my friend.”

Alfred just shakes his head and tilts his head up to look at the ceiling exasperatedly, the older man grumbling curses under his breath. Bruce just crosses his arms with an unreadable expression on his face as he studies you.

“…I don't even-you're already trending in Twitter for this, and you're not even being sentenced yet…”

You give both men a confused look. “I'm on Twitter?”

“Mhmm, look at this…” asked pulls his phone out and shows you a screenshot, it looks like a still of a video taken from someone's window of the incident, the title reads ‘angry gays and a Goth attack PDF file in the road, #onlyingotham’

You stare at The phone for a long moment but looking back at them and shrugging your shoulders, gesturing with your still-cuffed hands at yourself.

“Nothing to be done about that, yeah? Looks like I'm stuck in this lovely little place for the foreseeable future, I just hope cousin Looney and cousin venom remember to check the mail and feed the swamp creatures for me.”

Just then the door to the interrogation room opens, the same bored looking woman from before sticks her head in to address you.

“Addams, you're out on bail.”

“What!?” The three people sitting say at the same time, Bruce and Alfred sound surprised and you sound upset.

“How on earth did that happen so fast?”

“The kid you saved’s mother set up a GoFundMe for you and then some old hag came and paid off the majority.” the woman shrugs and walks over to you and starts to undo your cuffs, you can't even be too disappointed at your newfound freedom because there's only one old hag that it could be.

“Oh! Grandmamas here!”

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A/n: this was heavily inspired by this one harlivy comic panel I saw floating around years ago, reader gets into some legal trouble! 😵‍💫

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writtenapoiogy · 4 months ago

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the party & the after party; satoru gojo

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: You don’t know how you ended up in this predicament exactly. At one moment you were at a party looking for your roommate then you were bumping into star basketball player, Satoru Gojo. And then you were in his car heading to a basketball court to learn a lesson or two about the sport. One thing led to another and you ended up at his apartment.

word count: 5k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, porn w lil plot, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, protected/unprotected sex (you'll see what i mean), penetrative sex, choking, you match his freak and he can't get enough of you, use of pet names: baby, pretty, and pretty girl, and probably some more i forgor

a/n: i definitely promised to have this posted DAYS AGO sorrryyy life was doing its thing but i had a lot of fun writing this and writing for satoru so definitely be expecting more from me. this is also the most i've ever written for a oneshot so enjoy HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SATORUUU (ill edit this lattteerrrr)

It had been officially forty five minutes since your friend ran off and disappeared. You didn’t know what she was up to. But you were going to go home feigning tiredness.

You went up stairs and checked every unlocked door, which were few. You tried the last door at the end of the hall and, “OH MY GOD! I’m sorry, fuck, sorry.” Your hand flung to your face, covering your eyes. You were not expecting to see Suguru Geto balls deep in your best friend on top of the bathroom sink.

You slammed the door shut and began to head towards the front door. When you turned the corner to go down the stairs, you came face to face with a mans strong chest. Your hand that was still covering your eyes, for god knows why, flew out to grab onto something so you didn’t fly completely back and hurt yourself. Long calloused fingers wrapped around yours arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

When you finally gathered yourself and look at who was in front of you, you were met with striking blue eyes and stark white hair. Satoru Gojo, star basketball player. “Shit, I’m sorry.” You uttered.

He beamed a smile at you. “It’s okay. Glad I was here to catch you. You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Have you seen, Suguru?” Satoru peeked his head down the corridor, “haven’t seen him in almost an hour.”

“Don’t open the last door at the end of the hall, unless you wanna get flashed by your best friend.” A shiver runs through your body at the memory of your friend digging her fingertips into Suguru’s buttocks.

Satoru scrunched up his face at the image. “Wait, where are you going. It’s only eleven. The night just started.” He reached for your arm as you began to head down the stairs.

“Uh, parties really aren’t my thing.”

“You run the basketball webpage right?” He was quick to change the subject in a sad attempt at keeping you here a little longer.

You felt your face heat up and your eyes went wide. That’s an anonymous site. And also not your proudest work.

“Based on your reaction, I’m going to assume I’m right.”

“How’d you know..”

“I always see you courtside with a notebook. Didn’t take long for me to put two and two together.” Satoru was very observant and had had his eyes on you since the start of the season. During your freshman year, a senior was running the webpage and after they graduated it was passed on to you. He took notice to the badge you wore during games that stated ‘special media’.

You continue to walk away from him, completely embarrassed. You knew your reports on the games weren’t the best but you didn’t care because it was anonymous. Now the star player was standing in front of you basically saying he has known this whole time.

You ran your hands down your face. “I know, I know. Not the best sports reporter. But to be fair, I’m a creative writing major. I just took this on for the extra credit.”

“It’s not that bad…”

“But still bad. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing.”

“No really you just need like a tiny basketball lesson so your reports are more engaging.” He offered.

“Yeah. I’ve been to every game this season and it still makes no sense to me.” Maybe because you were a little too focused on the star player and not enough on the game itself.

“Then you’re just in luck because I was just about to head to the court play some ball.. You’re free to join me.” He most definitely was not about to leave. He was actually looking for Suguru to play beer pong but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hang out with just you.

“I should probably wait for my friend so she’s not worried.” Your friend and Suguru had been messing around for sometime now so you knew she was fine and you also knew that she didn’t care if you just disappeared from the party, she’d find you back home anyway.

“They probably aren’t coming out anytime soon. Just send her text. C’mon, at least I’m not forcing you to stay at this party.”

He had a good point. You would rather be anywhere else than this dumb party. Your friend told you it was sort of a birthday party— this was not what you were expecting. You would also be a fool not to agree to spend some time with Satoru. “Okay, why not.”

There was a silence in the car— not an uncomfortable silence, but still a silence non the less.

“So a creative writing major, huh?” He broke the silence.

“Yeah, I know, not the kind of major that pays the bills but I love it.”

He smiled over at you and your heart flipped as it attempted to break free from your chest.

New topics began to flow between the two of you. You learned new things about him and he learned some about you too. You learned that he didn’t mind the attention from basketball but it was also slightly the reason he doesn’t want to go further with it. He was a business major.

You pulled up to an outdoor basketball court. And that is when you realized you had left your coat. You had worn a tracksuit to the party— your coat being the only thing that really kept you warm.

“Oh fuck, I forgot my coat.” You recalled walking past the closet which held your coat hostage currently.

“It’s okay you can wear my hoodie.”

“No, no, that’s fine. I don’t want you getting cold for my sake.”

His long fingers dipped underneath the neckline and he pulled it off, swiftly. “I insist.”

You took the fabric from his hands and you were immediately engulfed with his heavenly scent. So warm and inviting. You pulled it over your head in the small space of his car, obscuring your vision— you missed the way his stare lingered on the exposed skin of your abdomen.

“Alright hotshot show me what you got.”

He smiled at you and then the two of you got out of the car. God you couldn’t get enough of his smile.

Satoru was a bit of a show off on the court, always. But especially right now with just you in attendance. He was swift and quick on his feet. Every time he made a basket he shot you a dazzling smile. “Your turn my lovely poet.” Satoru tossed the ball to you lightly.

You caught the ball. “I’m not a poet and I can’t play basketball.” You stood and met him in the middle of the court. You were never really good at sports so you stuck to your books— that’s what got you your scholarships.

“And I’m a good teacher. I do coach a youth basketball team when I’m free.”

You sigh, “What’s in it for me? I thought I was just here to observe so I could write better.”

“Well that and to get you moving around so you can warm up. You’ve gotta be freezing over there.” He pleaded with you, “Please it’ll be fun.”

His words made you realize just how cold you actually were. You reluctantly agreed to let him teach you some things. For the sake of being warm and not to get closer to the tall man standing in front of you. Right?

He first showed you how to dribble the ball and then went on to show you how to shoot. Your first attempt, the ball flew over the backboard. Your second, the ball hit the bottom part of the net— nowhere close to the rim. An third attempt, the ball flew towards the hoop with promise before it hit the edge of the rim and bounced back to the two of you.

Satoru threw his hand out and caught the ball before it could hit you. “Okaayy, lets work on your stance a little. Yeah?” He placed the ball back in your hands before he walked behind you and hovered his hands over your hips, “May I?”

You turned your head towards him when you heard the closeness of his voice. Satoru was extremely close to you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him. You just didn’t want to admit cause who didn’t have a crush on Satoru Gojo.

He was attractive, obviously. You weren’t blind— you just hadn’t seen him up close and personal. He was absolutely the most handsome person you had ever laid your eyes on. He could have anyone he wanted. There was no way he’d pick you.

His bright blue eyes had a sparkle to them. You felt yourself getting lost in them before your eyes trailed down to his lips. His soft pink lips. Oh, how you would love to feel them against your own.

As he said your name he couldn’t help but smile when he saw where your eyes had lingered to. He wanted to lean in. He wanted to close that gap between the two of you.

“Um, yeah. Yeah that’s fine.”

He placed his hands on your hips and your mind went completely blank. It’s as if his fingers were ablaze and you could feel the burn through the clothes against your skin.

After he helped you fix your stance he explained to you how simple it would be from there. His hands went from your hips up to your arms and you had to take a deep breath to center yourself. “Alright now just toss it.” His lips were right next to your ear. “C’mon you got this.”

You almost melted right then and there. However, you still stood strong and you threw the ball and to your surprise it actually went in.

You hollered and hopped a couple of times before turning around and wrapping your arms around Satoru. He was so warm and he smelled so good. You could really get lost in his arms. You two stood like that for a few minutes before your brain came back to you and you pulled away, clearing your throat.

He smiled down at you, “I told you you could do it.”

After he retrieved the ball he went in for a dunk and you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down to his exposed lower stomach. Your eyes caught white hair that trailed down into his sweats.

You scoff, “Show off.”

“What you wanna try to dunk? I can go get you a step stool if you want.”

Oh he thought he was so funny. “Jackass.”

He let out a boisterous laugh. “Hey, c’mon, I was just messing around. Why don’t you try to take the ball from me. I’ll go easy on you.”

He explained to you that this was to make sure that the person you’re guarding cannot pass the ball to their teammate or shoot the ball and score a point.

Every time your hand got close to the ball it was immediately out of your reach yet again. “Satoru, you said you’d go easy on me.” You frowned.

“This is me going easy.”

Oh.

You continue to try and take the ball from him this time he goes for a score and shoots the ball, causing you to trip on your feet and ram face first into his chest. You both come crashing down to the ground. Just before crushing you underneath him, he caught himself with one of his forearms on the ground and his other hand right next to your head— caging you beneath him.

His breath was hitting your face and you could smell the faint sent of alcohol. “Did you drink tonight? C-cause you drove.”

“I just had one beer. And you got here safe didn’t you?”

“Yeah…” You let out a barely there whisper. You took in all of his features. His fluffy eyelashes. You fingers twitched to touch his cheek.

You hadn’t realized how deeply you were staring at his lips till your eyes moved to meet his and he was unashamedly staring at your slightly agape mouth.

Then in the distance a car alarm went off and the two of you scrambled away from each other. Breaking the tension in the air.

Satoru quicky busied himself with the basketball and began moving around the court again. Your eyes were glued to him, much like when you attended one of his games. There were just a few things you were noticing. Things you tried so hard to ignore before.

You noticed how his hand easily gripped the ball. His hands were large. And then when he spun the ball on his finger you thought you were done for. Your mind having inappropriate thoughts about the white haired man in front of you.

What his long fingers would feel like wrapped around your neck…. Or how they would feel inside of you..

“Hellloo? Earth to Y/N.” Satoru was now standing directly in front of you. He laughed at the shock on your face. “I thought I lost you for a second there.”

“Sorry. Uh, what time is it. It feels like its getting late.”

He looked down at his arm to check the time on his watch. “It’s just a little past midnight.”

“I should probably go home.”

“Why?”

“I-,” You started.

“Cause it’s Saturday night so I know you don’t have class.” Satoru really didn’t want you to leave. He was enjoying being around you and he didn’t want the night to end. “Please. Stay. Have some fun with me.”

You laugh. “It’s freezing.”

“I didn’t say we had to stay at the court.” Fuck it. He was gonna figure out how to spend the rest of the night with you. “Would you wanna go back to my place?”

“And do what?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with him at his apartment.

“Whatever you want.” And he did truly mean whatever you wanted. Because he wanted you and he would be through the roof if you wanted him too.

He had this look in his eye and how could you refuse him. “Okay.”

You made your way back to Satoru’s car and you felt his hand cover yours on the door handle, “Let me.”

You turned to look at him and yet again he was extremely close to you. You were starting to think this man didn’t understand the definition of personal space but you didn’t mind it. Not when it was him.

But now you thought of this closeness as dangerous. You had been stopping yourself from kissing his soft and tempting lips all night. You knew if he got close to you again you wouldn’t be able to hold back.

You took in your surroundings and he had you caged in against his car. “Satoru?”

“Yea..”

Fuck it.

You brought your hands up to his head and tangled your fingers in his pillow soft hair and brought him down to close the gap between you two. You moaned against his lips and felt your body mold against his. He tasted so sweet and all you wanted to do was indulge in him.

Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you completely against him. All he could think was yes yes yeswhen you kissed him. He parted his lips and nipped at your bottom lip.

Your fingers tugged his locks when you felt his teeth against your lip. He moaned into your mouth and your brain turned to mush. You felt a familiar knot begin to form in your gut.

His hands that were wrapped around you went down to your ass and he ground you against his hips— making you feel how hard he was.

Satoru reluctantly pulled away from you because he knew that if the two of you stayed where you were he might’ve taken you right there against his car.

“Fuck, get in. Now. Please.” He said, desperately.

You placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth and nodded as you got in the car when he opened the door.

When he got in the car he immediately pulled out his cell and sent a text to Suguru telling him not to come back to the apartment tonight because he had company.

On the short drive to his place his hand stayed on your upper thigh. He drew enticing circles along your inner thigh which had you spreading your legs for him. You wished you had opted for a skirt tonight and not a sweatsuit.

He was on you as soon as you guys walked in. He was standing behind you with his arms running up your abdomen underneath your layers of clothing. He walked you towards his bedroom with his mouth attached to your neck.

“Satoru..” You whined at the sensation of his touch. He was driving you insane in the best way possible.

Satoru hummed, “I love the way you say my name.” He stripped you of his hoodie that you still had on. He started to undress you slowly. When he pushed your pants down, he made sure to kiss your legs all the way down till the fabric pooled at your feet. Soon you were standing in nothing but your matching lace set. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You felt yourself getting shy underneath his gaze. You needed to level the playing field. You balled your hand in his shirt and pulled him closer to you. You turned the two of you so that his back was to the bed.

You started to push his shirt up his chest and he made quick work of removing the item of clothing. You let yourself take in his sculptured body. He looked like a greek statue. Carved straight from marble.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Your eyes shot up from his v-line and right to his lust filled eyes. “Shut up.” You shoved him onto the bed but he was quicker than you thought. Satoru had pulled you on top of him as he fell back. For nearly the third time this night.

He chuckled into the space between you two, “We have to stop meeting like this.” He smirked at you before he flipped the both of you over so that he was looming over you. He captured your lips in his again. It was searing compared to the last one. His wet warm tongue slipped into your mouth and you welcomed him with a moan.

With you in his bed and him on top of you, his smell was all around you. It made you wanna melt into his sheets and never leave. It was undoubtedly intoxicating. You brought your hands to his beautiful soft hair again and pulled him harder against you.

His hands were all over you. He moved his head down and laid kisses to your jaw then trailed down to your neck— his fingers occupied with unhooking your bra. When he freed your breasts he immediately brought his mouth down to one of the hardened buds.

Your back arched at the sensation. “Oh, fuck.”

Satoru lapped at your sensitive nub while his unoccupied hand tweaked the other. You felt your underwear dampen when his teeth scrapped against you. He let off of it with a pop and then dragged his tongue down you. He stopped at the top of your panties and nipped at the skin there.

It crossed your mind what he was about to do. “Oh. Satoru, you don’t have to.” Being eaten out wasn’t really one of your favorite things in bed.

He frowned, “You don’t want me to.” Satoru desperately wanted to taste you. He wanted to leave you trembling and gushing on his tongue.

“It just doesn’t really… do much for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never really, erm, finished from it…” You fiddled with your fingers, purposely not looking him in his bright blue eyes.

“Oh, baby, that’s a shame but I gotta make sure you’re ready. I’m about to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

Your heart swelled at the pet name before you audibly gulped. He smirked devilishly up at you before he wrapped his hands around your calves and pulled you down to the edge of his bed.

Satoru got on his knees in front of his bed, where your legs now dangled. He slowly pulled your panties down your legs and he let out a low groan when a string of wetness connected you to the fabric. “You’re so wet for me, hmm. I can’t wait to taste you.” He said in a pleased hum.

He pressed a soft kiss to your clit. You felt that knot tighten just a tad but enough for you to know that you had never had this done to you properly. He moved his head away from your wet heat and placed kisses on your inner thighs. Satorugripped under your knees and pushed your legs up.

He saw your hands gripping his sheets in anticipation. “Put your hands in my hair. Pull as much as you want, I like it.”

Oh?

You pushed his hair off of his forehead and ran your fingers through the strands before tugging lightly to test the waters. You were pleased to hear a low whine leave his lips.

He licked from your entrance up to your clit before he started to lap at your clit like he was making out with it. You lost your mind. You couldn’t control the noises that left your lips.

“Ah..” You jutted you hips up against his face, involuntarily.

Satoru closed his mouth on your clit and started to suck just as he sunk his long middle finger inside of you. He began to pump into you at a slow pace.

“Shit.” You panted and tightened your grip in his hair making him moan against your sensitive nub. The pleasures he was giving you was a thousand times better than what you did by yourself. He was reaching places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. Places your fingers could never dream of reaching.

He stopped suckling your clit and laid his tongue flat when you started to grind down on his finger. You were getting close to coming so so close. He added another digit to the finger that was already inside of you.

Your back arched off the bed and you pulled his hair harder than you had all night when those two fingers curved and hit the sweet soft spot deep inside of you. You were left babbling and mumbling. All he could hear was his name and a bunch of pleas and curses.

Satoru wrapped his lips around your swollen nub again as he continued to assault your g-spot. Your orgasm hit you in a flash of blacks and reds. A loud moan left your lips and your hands went lax in his hair.

He removed his mouth from you and let out a deep chuckle. His fingers continued to pump in you, letting you ride out your high. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He looked down as he removed his fingers from you, your juices glistening his chin and his fingers. He brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, “and just as sweet as I thought.”

Your mind was completely blank from your earth shattering orgasm. You just stared at him dopey.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? We can stop now.” Satoru asked when he came up to your face after you came down from your orgasm. And you truly couldn’t believe he would ask you a question like that mere inches away from your face with your juices dripping down his chin.

You aggressively nodded your head. You needed him. More than anything.

“C’mon use your words, pretty.” He hummed and it sent you reeling. His voice sounded so sultry and melodic. “Haven’t even got to fuck you dumb yet.”

“Yes, please. M’sure. I need you.”

“Yeah? I need you too.” He moved away from you and you immediately sat up to see where he was going. You saw him going to his nightstand and grab a condom. That’s when you remember what he said before he ate you out.

I gotta make sure you’re ready.

And that’s when your eyes fell down to the huge bulge in his sweats.

Satoru watched your eyes widen when he pulled his sweats and boxers off in one go. “It’s okay, you can take it. I got you.” He met you back at the edge of the bed. He didn’t even bother climbing in the bed with you. He was gonna fuck you off the edge of his bed. “I’ll go easy on you”

You bit your lip and watched him put the condom on and then line his thick tip with your sopping wet hole. As he began to sink into you inch by hefty inch. He made you feel so entirely full and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. You spread your legs wider for him. You wanted every inch of him inside of you.

“Heh-, See I told you you could take it.” His words sounded eerily similar to his ones earlier when you made a basket. He pushed all the way in, buried to the hilt. “Shit. You’re so tight.”

Satoru almost pulled all the way back out which had you reaching your hands for him. You were feeling emptier by the second with every inch that he pulled away from you. You were feeling needy and you didn’t even care how embarrassing it may have looked.

He slammed his hips back in, all the way in, he left you gasping for air. He started to find his pace and began to fuck you so good. He had his headboard hitting the wall repeatedly with his thrusts.

“You feel so good. Fuck.” He had his hands on your waist—his grip tight—as he continued to plow into your wet cunt. His eyes traced all over your pleasure blown face. Half lidded eyes staring up at him as you tried to maintain eye contact. Your mouth agape in a small ‘o’.

“You’re so big.” The sounds that left your mouth were almost inhumane. You wanted him closer. You needed him closer. You needed him raw. Every time you felt your climax building you just thought of how you’d be coming on a piece of latex and not his pretty dick.

“Can you take it off.” You whined. “Please. I wanna feel you, ‘toru.”

“W-what?” He grunted in response, you having caught him off guard. “Take what off, baby?” He didn’t stop his thrusts and brought his hands up to your breasts to tweak your nipples.

“T-the condom. Please take it off.” You mewled when the head of his cock came into contact with you cervix. You whined when he stalled at your words. He rolled his hips, his dick pressing deliciously against your cervix.

Who was he to deny you? Fuck, who was he to deny himself. “Fuck. Yes.” Satoru slowly pulled out of you. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slowly pulled the condom off, wincing at the tightness. He tossed the condom into a little trashcan before he lined himself back up with your entrance.

You, getting impatient, wrapped your ankles around his ass and pulled him forward. His cock slid into you with ease. Satoru let out a deep moan when he slipped in bare. You feel so much better to him this way. Nothing dulling the feeling of your wet pussy to him. He was making more noise than he had been all night.

The noises leaving Satoru’s lips made your walls flutter around him. You were so close. You just were missing something. He brought his hand up to your throat and before he wrapped it around your neck he asked, “Is this okay.” You nodded fervently, answering his question.

You were gonna be the end of him, he thought. You were so fucking perfect. The way your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he closed his long fingers around your throat. “That feel good, pretty girl?”

You hummed in response. Your hands reached up and grabbed his arm. You let out a pathetic whimper when he tightened his grip. You felt that knot in your stomach getting ready to snap

“I said you’d forget your name not mine, baby. Say it.” He said as he hiked one of your legs up with his free hand so that he was hitting your g-spot. And he didn’t let up once he found it.

“Oh fuck.. Satoru!” You sobbed out— your words sounded harsh from the pressure on your throat. All you hear were the wet squelching sounds of him fucking into you raw. “Fuck, fuck. Baby, baby… M’gonna come.”

“Yeah?” He let out a low moan. “You want me to pull out?” He felt his balls tighten when your soaked walls clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.

“N-no.” That was definitely the complete opposite of what you wanted. You wanted him to come inside of you and not waste a drop.

“No?”

You shook your head. “Mmm. I want it inside. Please, s’toru, please. I need it.” You fucked him back as best as you could. “Come with me. I want.”

Satoru let go of your throat and leaned forward, hitting that spot even deeper.“Fuck, yeah. I got you, baby.” He continued to roll his hips into yours. You were a moaning and whimpering mess below him. His next three thrusts were hard and rough and just enough to make the both of you come with a loud shout from him and a moan from you.

The two of you were laying there panting with your mouths over the others.

“Fuck.” You finally broke the silence. “That was good.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Happy birthday to me huh?”

“What?! It’s your birthday?”

“Well, whose party did you think that was?”

You roll your eyes, “Happy birthday, Satoru.” He smiled down at you and placed a soft kiss to your lips. You finally came to your senses and realized he was still in you… and he was still very hard.

This was gonna be a long night.

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