#the way they so tenderly hold hands ALL the time

[madamejadex]

"Mmm, look at you," I coo, my voice thick like honey as I curl my fingers under your chin and tilt your head back, just enough to make you meet my gaze in that dazed, blissed-out haze. "Such a messy little slut. Can’t even stay still, can you?"

You swallow thickly at my words, but your body leans in instinctively, hips shifting, thighs trembling. Hungry. Needy. Mine.

But inside, what I’m really thinking is: You’re divine. Absolutely breathtaking. You ache so beautifully for me. I’ll never get tired of this view… of you.

"My pathetic little thing..." I whisper next, my fingers dragging across the slick heat between your thighs. "You’d do anything for Mommy, wouldn’t you?"

You nod fast, frantic, a high-pitched whimper caught in your throat. Your lips try to form something like a 'yes,' but it’s lost in the moan that spills out instead.

Your tears are threatening now, clinging to your lashes, blinking fast as if your body can’t decide if it’s overwhelmed or overjoyed. Probably both.

And I think: You’re so trusting. So brave. My perfect girl. You don’t even know how much I love you for this. I don’t take it for granted, not for one second.

I press a kiss to your temple. Just once.

Then I pull away again, drag my nails down your spine slow and sharp, just to watch the ripple of your back, the way you arch into the sting. Then before you even know what hit you, I deliver a hard slap. The sound echoes and you cry out, but you don't move away.

"Does my baby feel a little dumb tonight, hm?" I purr as I deliver another sharp smack, watching your body jolt. Your back arches for me, your hips twitching for more. "You’re really are too far gone to even think now, aren’t you?"

You moan. Just a sound, so raw, so open.

"Say it," I order with a drawn out croon. "Say what you are."

Your voice is nearly a whimper. "I’m… I’m your dumb little baby, Mommy… s’too much— but I like it, I like it, I—"

"Shh, I know." I stroke you tenderly, then strike again. Your thighs twitch, your knees buckle slightly, and you sob so prettily.

But in my mind, I’m holding you close: You’re not dumb at all. You’re clever, intuitive, emotionally rich. You let me take you to this place because you know I’ll bring you back. I’ll never let you fall alone.

"Pathetic," I breathe, slower this time, drawing the word out as I rake my nails lightly down your back, over tender, already-reddened skin. I lean closer, tongue trailing your jaw, and murmur against your cheek, "Dripping just from my voice. How filthy is that, my little slut?"

You moan again, helpless. "Mmm… yes... yes... so slutty for you… can’t think, Mommy… just wanna be good…"

I groan softly against your ear. "That’s my girl."

Another slap, and you whimper. Another, and your knees give, but I catch you, always. One arm loops around your waist as I press your back firmly against my front.

"This is what I do to you, hmm? Turn that sharp little mind to mush with just my voice, my hands."

You whimper, voice slurring. "Yours… all yours…"

"Yes, you are," I groan, dragging my hand between your legs again. So wet, so swollen, perfect. I push two fingers in without warning, and you cry out, your body gripping me tight.

"You were made for this," I murmur against your temple. "Made for me."

You nod, whining, "I—I can’t think, Mommy—"

"Good," I say, curling my fingers inside you. "Don’t think. Just take."

You fall apart so beautifully, loud, messy, soaking my fingers as I press my mouth to your neck, whispering filth and praise in the same breath.

But inside, my heart aches with how much I adore you: You're my treasure. My good girl. My everything. You crave the sting because you trust the hands that deliver it. And I will never stop cherishing that.

I slow the pace, fingers still deep inside you, but softer now. I kiss the side of your face, damp with tears.

"You did so well for me," I whisper. "Mommy's so proud of you."

You’re shaking in my arms, lips parted, dazed and spent, and I hold you tighter. Your body is mine to break, yes… but your soul is mine to protect. Always.

[universefcb]

hi!! could you write something with hector? i thought about the reader being a little bit older, like 20, and she is really insecure and has difficulties letting hector love her. but then he keeps persisting and she lets her guard down, you know? it would be something like his first great love and he doesn't want to lose her and he wants to show her the world, helping her to fall in love with herself too. 🥰

↬❥ Hector's First Love

Hector Fort x Reader!fem

a/n: THIS ORDER IS BY FAR ONE OF MY FAVORITES!

Words: 644.

REQUESTED

warnings: no

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The first glance was unpretentious. The second, inevitable.

She didn't remember exactly when she started noticing Héctor in a different way, but when she did, she was already hooked. He was light, while she carried the weight of all the doubts she had about herself. He was certainty, while she was a pile of insecurities that made her believe he deserved something better, someone better.

Someone who wasn't two years older.

“You’re avoiding me,” Héctor said one night, leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the intensity of someone who felt everything with an open heart. “Did I do something?”

She wanted to say no, that it wasn't him. But the answer stuck in her throat.

"I just… need some time," he mumbled, looking away.

"Time for what?" He stepped closer. "To understand that there's nothing wrong with letting me love you?"

She closed her eyes for a moment. That was exactly it. She didn’t know how to let Héctor love her, how to believe that she deserved that pure, insistent love that he gave without hesitation.

"I'm not what you deserve," she finally said, her voice thick with uncertainty. "I'm older, I have enough problems on my mind. You should want someone more… simple."

Héctor sighed, shaking his head.

"You think I care about your age? You say it like two years is an insurmountable barrier," he laughed humorlessly. "And since when does loving someone mean they have to be perfect?"

She didn't answer. She didn't know how.

He sat down next to her on the bed, his leg brushing against hers lightly.

"Do you know what I like most about you?" he asked, his voice full of tenderness.

She shook her head.

"The way you feel about things. Like the world is too much, like everything is always about to fall apart… but you keep trying. You don't give up. You don't allow yourself to be just a spectator in your own life."

She laughed softly, sadly.

"But sometimes I just want to disappear," he admitted.

Héctor held her hand, intertwining their fingers slowly, giving her time to pull if she wanted.

"So let me show you the world in a different way," he asked. "Let me make you see the beauty that I see in you."

She stared at him, her eyes filled with something that hovered between fear and hope.

"Why do you insist so much?"

"Because you're my first great love," he said simply. "And I don't want to lose you before I even have the chance to make you understand how amazing you are."

She felt her heart race. For so long, she had tried to convince herself that this feeling was wrong, that it made no sense. But there, in front of Héctor, hearing those words, everything seemed less complicated.

Maybe, just maybe, she could try.

Then, for the first time, she didn't pull away when he pulled her closer.

Héctor lifted a hand to her face, his fingers gliding gently over her warm skin. His eyes dropped from hers to her lips, and he hesitated, waiting for some sign that he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries.

She didn't say anything. She just closed her eyes and tilted her face slightly towards him.

It was enough.

The kiss came slowly, tenderly, full of everything he wanted to say and she still couldn't. There was no rush, just the feeling of finally being in the same rhythm. The heat of his lips against hers dissolved any remaining doubt, any fear that still tried to hold her back.

As they pulled away, Héctor kept his forehead pressed against hers.

"See?" he whispered, with a small smile. "It doesn't have to be so hard."

She took a deep breath, feeling her heart race.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe it was time to let our guard down.

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[yeagerprincess]

So I had this idea of Dabi mentally snapping from lack of sleep and kind of needing a handler for a minute :3c

SFW

The very first time Dabi snapped was only weeks after he asked you to be his girlfriend. He'd been haunted by his nightmares more than usual lately and this time, he didn't have the mental capacity for another resurfaced memory. His eyes were shot wide open, brows twitching as he mind cycled through his various traumas. Poor boy was lost so deeply in his own tormenting that the sound of your voice was practically nonexistent to him.

"Dabi? You still with me, baby?" You reach for his arm, but stop dead in your tracks when he flinches away from you. You can hear him panting and gasping, his voice pitched much higher than normal. He makes his way for the bedroom door then down the stairs, heading straight for the exit. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry, more like he's dazed, sleepwalking.

Your cries and calls fall on deaf ears. Dabi seems to be lost in his own world, completely unresponsive to you. "Baby, wait!" You plead, gripping onto his coat and making him finally slow to a stop. As you circle around to face him, the unmistakable sight of his crimson tears just breaks your heart. If only you could take away his hurt.

"It's okay, baby, it's me. Remember me?" Dabi's breathing is erratic and wild, the same as his gaze. He watches you in a panic as you carefully lift your arms to take one of his hands with both of yours, the gentle caressing of your fingertips on the back of his hand seeming to ground him just a bit. He nods only slightly, mumbling a meek little "mhm," as he watches you for the slightest hint of ill intent. But alas, your loving gaze holds nothing but adoration and compassion. The unwavering glimmer of love in your eyes is ultimately what compels Dabi to follow your lead, his gaze softening as you slowly inch your way back towards headquarters.

"That's it, sweet boy. Come back home with me."

"Home?" he repeats, voice hushed and hopeful.

"Home. Everyone's waiting for you. We miss you, baby." Dabi finally gives into the gentle tugging of his coat, his feet dragging heavy and lazy on the concrete. "Everyone's... waiting? For me..... why?"

"Because we love you, Da- Touya. We were all worried sick, Touya." The way he picks up the pace isn't lost on you. The sweetness in your voice is irresistible to him, it gives him tunnel vision, makes you the center of his mind where his previous focus had been his horror show of a childhood. You take out your phone to text Shigaraki:

You: Found him. He's out of it, but he's coming home with me.

Shigaraki: Huh? What's "out of it?"

You: I think he's snapped. I'll take care of him. Headed upstairs now.

Shigaraki: Good. He listens to you more than he obeys me anyways. Your problem.

The next few minutes go by in a blur. Himiko is the first to approach you both. "Dabi, don't just run off like that! I hate it when my friends go away!"

Then, Mr Compress. "I see the star of the show has returned from his intermission. Good to have you back, my friend."

As you make your way upstairs, Spinner nods towards to the two of you. "Welcome back, brother."

Finally, Shigaraki stops you before you can make your way back into your shared bedroom. "Thanks for looking out."

Once you're alone, you lock the door behind you and turn to face Dabi, who seems to be muttering to himself yet again. As you listen in, you manage to catch one of the words he's whispering: family.

"Yes, sweetie. This is your family. See how everyone missed you? How happy they were to see you? Your family loves you, Touya." Your words begin to coax a shy, boyish, hopeful smile out of him, one you'd never seem before. He looks so happy, and not his usual maniacal kind of happy, but genuine joy this time. "Are you sleepy?" You glide your fingers over his scarred jaw, making his lids flutter shut from the unfamiliar gentle treatment as he nods into your palm.

"Sleepy," he mumbles, eyes still closed as you tenderly remove his coat and outfit, helping him step out of his boots and into a comfy pair of sweatpants. He easily caves into your guidance, allowing you to pull him into bed with you. Those gorgeous, icy blue eyes pierce into your own. Even though he's clearly exhausted, he doesn't seem to want to take his eyes off you, as if you'd disappear by the time he opened them again. Your heart just about melts when you feel him grabbing onto your shirt and clinging to you, nuzzling his face up against your chest and neck. "So nice to me," he coos as you thread your fingers through his messy, dyed hair.

You kiss the top of his head as your arms tighten around his shoulders. "Always gonna love you, baby."

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Wounded Hearts, Unbreakable Bonds

Request: Hello sweetheart 😘 could I kindly ask for a boyfriend!Kelly imagine where it's like the episode at the prison and the reader is inside with Gabby but some inmate comes near her, hurting her with a knife but she don't notice immediately. So after they're all out Kelly notices her looking pale and then she passes out in his arms and they're noticing the blood, immediately getting her in the hospital where she needs to be operated. Everyone stays there till she wakes up but Kelly is not saying anything which worries her. So after a while he admits how worried he was and that he was too scared to lose her and it's all just terribly cute and fluffy 🥹?

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Herrmann!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, knives, stab wounds, blood, pregnancy talk, hospitals, inaccurate medical talk, prison

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4 days. 4 days until you married the love of your life. 4 days until you and Kelly Severide tied the knot and could start your family. 4 days until your life actually began together but it only took 1 day for it all to be ruined and make the wedding be pushed back while you laid in a hospital bed recovering from a work accident that you shouldn't have even been called to in the first place, or so Kelly said. Wondering how this all happened? Well, it all started the afternoon ambulance 61 got called to a prison where chaos ensued. 

-

The sun started to peek through the curtains of your shared room with your fiancé. The familiar yet heavy weight of his arm settled over your side and over your stomach ready to pull you into his body if he needed to. You were still sound asleep as the warmth hit your face that made you want to curl further into him. Kelly, being an early riser naturally, woke up before you and just stayed in bed enjoying you being in his embrace. Having felt his breathing change made you wake up. “Staring at someone is rude.” You said and you could feel him chuckle and his arm tighten around you.

“I can’t help it when the sight in front of me is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.” Kelly said smoothly and you blushed. 

“I could just stay in bed with you all day.” You said

“Why don’t we?” He asked and you chuckled.

“Because Boden would have our heads and my father would kill you.” You said

“Herrmann loves me.” Kelly said and that made you chuckle and turn to face him. 

“He does but he is also protective and would do anything that involves you making me lose my job.” You said and he laughed and smiled.

“Alright alright you got me there. Come on, let's get going.” He said removing his arm as you started to get up but as soon as you did you were pulled into his embrace once again. He rolled you over to where he was on top and started to kiss you slow and tenderly. “I love you, wife.” He said.

“I love you too, husband.” You said and he smiled and kissed you one more time as you put your hands on his bare waist. 

“Alright let’s get going.” He said as he got and so did you. Both of you got ready together and then headed into the kitchen where you grabbed food to go and headed out the door. Kelly carrying both of your bags as. You both got into his Jeep and headed to 51, along the way you talked about your life and the wedding. Most importantly you talked about having kids and both have agreed that you wanted them. The conversation was left on hold as he parked on the road beside the firehouse and you both walked hand in hand into the firehouse. 

“There are two love birds!” Your father, Christopher Herrmann, yelled out and that got everyone else's attention. Everyone greeted the both of you and then you walked into the locker rooms to change. As you were closing your locker your last name caught your eye and then you smiled. Kelly walked over to you and put a hand on your back

“Just think in 4 days this tape will be changed to Severide.” You said and he smiled and kissed your temple.

“It’s going to be the most amazing day.” He said and then the two of you walked to the briefing room where Wallace Boden gave you the rundown and the need to know. Just as he finished the calls started.

“Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Truck 51 house fire 148th Street.” 

Everyone jumped up and started towards their vehicles. You were quickly met with Gabriela Dawson and Leslie Shay; they were your partners on Ambulance 61 coming in when Shay came in and the three of you made a great team. Everyone worked harmoniously together and that made Boden keep three people on ambo and not split you three up. “Good morning.” They both said at the same time. 

“Good morning.” You said as you three climbed in your respective places.

“So did any more planning get done?” Shay asked, looking at you and you looked at her. She along with Gabby were a major help when it came to planning the wedding.

“A little bit but someone didn't want to help plan last night.” You said hitting at the fun that you and Kelly got up to last night making both of you exhausted and not wanting to get up. 

“Ok ok I did not need that picture in my head.” Shay said grimacing and you smirked.

“Hey you asked!” You exclaimed and everyone chuckled as you rolled up onto the scene. The call was an easy one and you had to send one guy to Chicago Med but other than that it was relatively easy. Ambulance 61 was the last one to arrive at the firehouse and as you pulled in you could see Kelly sitting at the Squad table and his eyes were trained on the vehicle. When the vehicle was parked you were getting out and heading to him. 

“Hi.” He said as he pulled a seat up for you.

“Hi.” You said back.

“How come she gets to sit at the Squad table?” Peter Mills, the new candidate, asked, clearly jealous.

“Well, when you are engaged to the Lt. you have the right to sit with Squad.” Herrmann said and you smiled and you could see the shock on Peter’s face.

“You’re engaged to each other?” He asked and Kelly nodded.

“Sure are! We are getting married in 4 days.” You said as Kelly brought you into his embrace. Peter didn’t say anything, just went back into the kitchen area to get started on food. “Do you think the Chaplain Orlovsky will marry us?” You asked as whatever card game Squad had going on continued.

“Oh, I’m sure he would. He adores you.” Kelly said and you knew he was right. When you were going through a very rough period in your life, he was the one you were turning to and he opened his arms to you. He treated you like you were his own. 

“So where are you planning on having this wedding again?” Harold Capp asked.

“If all goes to plan, we are planning to have it on our property that we have.” Kelly said as he laid his cards down. Yes, you and Kelly actually had a house on several acres of property and the house was recently finished with the help of Matt Casey, Lt. for Truck 81 and yours and Kelly’s best friend. “It’s going to be a house reveal too.” He added that was something new that they hadn’t known. You both were staying in an apartment while the house had gotten built. Pretty much everyone knew you both had bought property and were building but they didn't know the plans of the house besides a select few, Casey, Herrmann, Shay, Gabby, and your mom. 

“And if not. We've arranged to have it here with Boden’s permission of course.” You said. “Hey I'm gonna go and get something to drink. Do you guys want anything?” You asked standing up. The other two said no but Kelly said yes and you smiled and nodded. You walked into the kitchen area and to the fridge grabbing drinks for you and Kelly. Just as you opened the fridge to grab drinks the bells sounded.

“Engine 51, Squad 3, Truck 81, Ambulance 61, Battalion 25….” 

You rushed out of the room and to the ambulance. “Did I hear that right?” Shay asked.

“Yup, it is the prison.” You said and then everyone was heading off towards where the emergency was. It didn't take very long to get there and once there you three got out as everyone else was getting out. Boden gave orders and then the three of you along with some of Truck 81 were on their way. Orders were given and everyone went where they needed to go, you and Gabby went with Peter Mills to one person down that was around other inmates. 

“Hey, let us through.” One of the prison guards said as the four of you made your way through. Inmates hesitantly let you through but it wasn’t without a fight finally you arrived at the down inmate. 

“Sir, can you hear me?” You asked and got no response then you noticed the bleeding. Everyone was crowding around and you were getting annoyed “HEY, BACK OFF!” you yelled and to your amazement they did. He came too with a start but quickly calmed him down and must’ve had a shank in his hand and quickly stabbed you, the pain took your breath away but nobody and then it was pulled out you didn’t say a word. After he passed out again you patched up. You didn’t say anything to neither Gabby nor Peter and they did see. 

“Let’s get him moved.” Peter said and you nodded and so you three headed away from the group. You wrapped your turnout coat around you tighter and headed off. Moving hurt but you pushed through it. Breathing became difficult but you didn’t let it be known and you were turning paler by the minute but thankfully the lights were dimmed almost off. Everyone got out into the hallway and Peter tried the door but it was locked “The door is locked. Can someone radio out to the others?” He asked as he worked on getting the inmate secured.

“I got it.” Gabby said as you sat there you were getting weaker and weaker.

—

“How are the turning lights going?” Chief Boden asked into the radio.

“We are in the building and about to flip the switch.” Kelly said coming through on the radio.

Kelly was focused but he also worried about you. He loved you and didn’t want anything to happen to you so when he learned that you were going in with Gabby and Peter, he was worried but that made him work that much faster. He worked effortlessly and he and other members of Squad were able to turn the lights back on.

“Hey Kelly, can you send the smoke into the chapel?” Casey asked

“Yea, why?” Kelly asked

“Just trust me.” Casey said and so Kelly did. Soon Kelly was heading back outside but now he and a few others needed to go on a rescue mission. 

He and Capp were ordered to go into the prison and start to try and get the doors open and everyone out. They made their way through and they got Casey out and then he was heading for you. They eventually got to you and you were relieved everyone transported the inmate out of the prison and onto a gurney. Kelly turned to you and almost immediately noticed how pale you were. “Are you ok?” Kelly asked and you were slow to look at him and respond.

“Yea, I am fine.” You said and attempted to smile but it didn’t reach your eyes.

“You had me really worried while you were in there and I was out here.” He said 

“I can take care of myself.” You said chuckling and wincing and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I know you can. Are you sure you’re, ok?” He asked again.

“I told you I’m fine.” You said and tried to take a step but you found yourself tumbling straight into his arms.

“Woah.” He said catching you. “Hey I need help over here!” He yelled and when one person of 51 yells everyone comes running. 

“What happened?” Gabby asked as Kelly gently laid you down.

“We were talking and she tried to take a step and fell into my arms.” He said and he started to get your turnout coat off and then he spotted the darker blue spot that was steadily growing. “Was she stabbed?” He asked.

“If she was, we didn’t know it. Let’s get her in Ambo and get her to Med.” Peter said 

“I’m going with.” Kelly said to Boden and he nodded.

“We’re right behind you.” He said and so they loaded you up and headed to Med. 

“You’re going to be ok.” Kelly whispered and kissed your hand, more specifically your hand that had your engagement ring on your finger. Gabby worked on you quickly and efficiently until you were rolling up on Med’s emergency entrance. Gabby was quick to spout off the information and then you were being wheeled away. Kelly was a nervous wreck and he had every right to be. Before you went in, they gave him your engagement ring and he sat there looking at it and messing with it.

“She’s going to be ok.” Herrmann said and Kelly looked up at your dad.

“I’m scared. She looked so pale and fragile.” Kelly said and your dad sat down beside him. 

“She loves you and wouldn’t leave. Besides, she is a Herrmann and she's tough. She’s not going to let a stab wound take her down.” He said and Kelly nodded, tears running down his face.

— 

2 hours later your doctor came out and everyone stood up. “Y/N Herrmann?” Your doctor asked and Kelly and Herrmann stepped forward.

“I’m her father and this is her fiancé.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“Both of them are perfectly fine and they’re stable.” She said 

“Both?” Kelly asked and your doctor smiled.

“Yes, both. I take it you didn’t know?” She asked and he shook his head shocked.

“I’m going to be a grandpa?” Herrmann asked and again she smiled.

“That would be correct. She’s just coming out of surgery. Nothing major was hit. I’ll have a nurse come by and get you when she is up for visitors.” She said and everyone nodded. 

“Congratulations, you’re going to be a daddy.” Shay said, coming up to him smirking and hugging him. Everyone came up and congratulated both of them. They both said their ‘thank yous’ and then a nurse came in and took them both to your room. When they got there, you were just waking up.

“Hey.” You whispered 

“Hey, Honey.” Herrmann said as Kelly said “Hey, Baby.” 

“I’m sorry.” You said and they both shook their heads.

“No, don't apologize. Everything and the both of you are ok.” Kelly said

“Did you know?” Herrmann asked and you looked up at him. 

“No, but it explains a lot. They said I’m 8 weeks along.” You said 

“You know your mother called it.” Your dad said.

“She did?” You asked and he nodded.

“She knew the signs and pointed them out.” Herrmann said and you smiled.

“Kels, do you have my ring?” You asked and he smiled and nodded and slid it onto your finger.

“We’re definitely pushing the wedding back.” Kelly chuckled 

“I think I’m ok with that and everyone will understand.” You said 

“I’m going to tell the others and call your mom.” Herrmann said and you nodded. No, it was just you and Kelly.

“You had me worried, you know.” Kelly said and you looked down ashamed.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You said and tears fell down and he was quick to wipe them away. “I should’ve told someone but we had a patient to take care of and Peter and Gabby didn’t need a second patient to take care of.” You explained and then afterwards he then kissed you tenderly and when he pulled back, he placed a hand on your stomach. “I hope they look just like you.” You whispered. Kelly leaned down and kissed your stomach as you put your hand on his head.

“I’m just glad you're both ok. No matter who they look like or who they take after they’re going to be perfect.” Kelly said and after he sat up and looked at you smiling and you smiled back putting a hand on his cheek. 

“I love you.” You said

“I love you too.” He said back. 

While you and Kelly had your moment Herrmann just got off the phone telling your mother what happened and telling the team. Sure, Kelly might come on strong sometimes but he was going to be an amazing husband to you and he’s going to be an amazing father to your kid. He knew that Kelly would take care of you both in sickness and health.

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Even If It’s Handcuffed, I’m Leaving Here with You

Peter Strahm x Detective!Reader

Summary: Things get awkward between Reader and Strahm when he does something a little too intimate. Leading to confessions.

CW: idiots in love, fluff (they’re both so in love it’s sickening), confessions, makeout, oral f!receiving, fingering, biting, p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms,

[Part 1] <- [Part 2] <-

a/n: and suddenly I’m obsessed with this duo??? also labeling the other parts as 1 and 2 bc none of the titles match and they’re hella long. Also this is the final part!!

title track 🎶❤️‍🩹

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The cruiser rolled to a stop in the parking garage of your apartment complex.

Your eyes strained to stay open. Having been falling in and out of sleep the entire ride home. Grip on Strahm’s hand never loosening. Hum of the radio comforting you. Bright lights of the garage causing you to blink harshly awake. Meeting Strahm’s eyes with a smile.

“Sorry—“

“Don’t be,” Strahm stopped you. Pulling your hand up to his lips and tenderly kissing it. Causing your chest to tighten and mouth run dry. Realizing how intimate you had been tonight. Holding hands in the car. Locking arms as you walked down the street together. Feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep in his passenger seat. You could see in Strahm’s eyes he was having the same realization as you. Both of your guards going back up.

“Must’ve been a good nap. Your snoring was shaking the car,” Strahm grumbled. Trying to put his walls back up. Showing too much of his care for you.

You rolled your eyes. Awkwardly raising your eyebrows as a response. Clicking your teeth together unable to look at him. Looking out your window at the endless rows of cars. Thinking about how jealous he acted at the bar. Refusing to even let you even consider taking the young Bartender’s number.

Fuck. He should have stayed at work. Deciding to leave early just so he could see you. Of course he could have stayed locked away in his office. Going through case file after case file looking for some new connections. But he could not get you off his mind. Growing completely enamored by you in the last few weeks. Enjoying just being around you. Trying to suppress the tug at his heartstrings every time your face beams with delight.

So when that punk hit on you at the bar, of course it pissed him off. He had just been having a moment with you that was completely different than any other time before. Holding deep eye contact. Physical touch. Finally getting to really admire you up close.

Deafening silence laid across the cruiser. Feeling all too sober now that things were confusing. Raising your seat up to be sitting at a normal level. Looking over at Strahm. His knuckles were white with how tightly he gripped the steering wheel. Your movement startling him causing him to whip his head to the side.

Eyes meeting. Trying their hardest to read what the other was thinking. A solemn understanding that things would never be the way they were before. Something so casual had blossomed into more. Having been carefully gardening by you both.

“I’m— uh— I’m gonna go home. It’s been a long couple of weeks, so I’m eager to start my day off,” you lied. Trying to fake a toothy grin. Blowing air out your nose with a hint of a chuckle. Fingers lacing around the door handle. Holding your breath as if he was going to say something. Almost hoping he would.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” was all he said. Not even forcing a smile.

“Goodnight… Peter,” you returned. Softly slamming the door behind you. Beating yourself up as you walked through the echoing garage. Refusing to look back and see if he was watching you. Waiting to hear his tires vanish into the night. Regulating your breathing because your throat was beginning to tighten and eyes well up. A hint of shame consuming you. How dare you develop feelings for your coworker? Guess it did not take alcohol to make you stupid.

The sound of a car door slamming made you jump. Ignoring it, assuming it was another tenant of the building. Really not wanting anymore social interaction for the night.

A large hand met your hip. Turning you around quickly. Peter’s eyes were desperate. Eyebrows upturned and hair disheveled. Panting as if he had ran to catch up with you. His hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs rubbing circles into the heated up flesh. Beginning to question him, being stopped before you could.

Lips met yours. Fingers desperately digging into your face. Capturing you in what had to be the most passionate kiss you had ever had. Your hands flattened against his chest, pressing your body closer to his.

Both of you caught your breath as you parted for a moment. Nuzzling against his palm. Fluttering lashes up at him. Eyes darting between his eyes and lips. Still swollen and full of tears. Your hand coming up to meet one of his, wrapping around his wrist as you chuckled. Breathless as tears finally escaped you. His thumb rubbing away the remnant.

“You son of a bitch. I thought you were just going to let me walk away,” you scrunched your nose up at him.

“I can’t keep pretending that I hate you,” giant blue eyes softening, “I hate that I can’t get you out of my head. I hate seeing other guys flirt with you. I hate when you’re not at work. And I really hate seeing you crying right now.”

“I’m sorry— it’s the alcohol, it makes me emotional,” you attempted to laugh as you wiped your own tears away. He pulled you into a hug, lips planting against your head. Finding more comfort in him than you ever knew possible. Tightly being held against his body. Heartbeat pounding in your ears. His hand stroked the back of your head.

Allowing the stress filled moment to pass. Finding a steady breath, stepping back from him. Meeting hooded eyes with your own. His pupils dark with admiration. Lips knitted in a smile. Relief on his expression.

“Is this you admitting you did miss me?”

Peter sighed, rolling his eyes with a smile. Tongue glazing over his teeth as beautiful eyes met yours. Brows pitched upward. Reminding him why he had fallen for you to begin with. Insatiable desire to crack a joke at every turn, even when he had just admitted his feelings for you. And it somehow made him fonder.

“Come on, you can just say it,” you snickered, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pushing your upper half against his.

“I would’ve stayed at work if I knew you were going to be this way,” Peter smirked, hand resting on your side as the other motioned back to his car.

“Noooo,” you pouted, pushing your lips back to his. Pulling a hum from him in response. Blue eyes reflecting the lights like the moon.

“Can’t you admit it yourself?”

You scoffed, “Absolutely not. Didn’t you see? I had a date with the bartender.”

Peter’s eyes widened, smiling in disbelief, “OH? That’s how it’s gonna be?” Lips planting themself against your face as he decorated your skin with featherlight kisses. Giggling in response when his lips would nip at some of your softer skin. Gently sinking his teeth into your neck. Your skin ran hot with his touch.

“We’ll see whose name you’re screaming later,” Peter whispered against your jaw. Your face flushed. Hands coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him against your skin. Softly whimpering in his ear.

“Are you going to invite me inside or am I going to have to drag you into the backseat?”

You grinned at that. Worried things would change drastically between you after such a tender confession. But Peter was still himself. And that’s what you liked about him.

“Hmmm. I don’t know,” you tapped your chin pretending to ponder, “I try not to let men I take home from the bar in my apartment.” Peter pulled away, hands gripping the soft of your ass as he looked you in the eyes. Smile unmistakable on his face.

“God, you are insufferable,” he rolled his neck, shoulders rising and falling with the deep breath he took.

“Come on,” you grabbed his hand, tugging him along behind you. Walking up to your apartment. Peter pinching at your ass the whole way up. Newly found giggles echoing in the night. Unable to take his hands off you as you fumbled with the key. Silently celebrating when you finally got it unlocked. Leading him into the dark apartment, flipping one of the switches next to the door. Allowing him to step further in before you turned and locked the deadbolt and all.

His hands were cupping your face faster than you could register. Tongue slipping into your mouth. Lapping as his hands groped at your chest. Smiles ridden across your cheeks. Stepping and twisting around one another so you could head to your bedroom. Moonlight from your half opened curtain the only thing illuminating your path down the hall.

Peter kicked the door behind him shut. No as to hide you, but to make things feel more intimate. Sky like eyes met yours, beautifully reflecting by the night’s glow. Feeling your heart tug and legs grow a little weak. Truly falling for Peter Strahm. Despite all the jokes and all the name calling, you liked him. A lot.

Being overtaken by desire when he took a deep breath that morphed into a groan. His own need for you apparent by the way his hands grasped along your figure. Falling in love with each curve.

“You’re such a whore, Peter Strahm,” you grinned between kisses. Teasing tone with a hint of cockiness.

“How so?”

“Showing up at the bar tonight with your shirt unbuttoned. Making sure your sleeves were rolled to your elbows, just for me,” your fingers delicately danced down his forearm.

“I just wanted to turn you on a little. How was I supposed to know you were actually that inquisitive?” he smiled with his teeth, feverishly kissing your lips. You hummed in response, fingers tracing his open collar. Tickling against the exposed chest hair.

His large hands grasped your hips, “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Did it work?” his smile was devious as he questioned you. Hands rubbing up and down your sides.

“Oh— it definitely worked,” your fingers began taking the buttons down his shirt. Revealing his entire torso. Hands exploring his body, gliding against his body hair. Hooking under to help lead the shirt off his body entirely. Eager hands tugged at his belt buckle.

“God, you’re always so needy,” Peter chided, digits wrapping around your hands, “We can take our time tonight.”

You pushed your lip out. Doeing your eyes up at him, lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Peter tilted his head to the side, straightening his expression. Slowly shaking his head, “You can’t just look at me like that and get your way every time.”

You continued. Contorting your eyebrows and widening your eyes. Making sure to look like a sad puppy. Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. Leaning in to kiss you once more.

“Peter…” you whined.

Now, that’s when you got him. How easily his name came off your tongue. Never had his name sounded so perfect from anyone else.

“Fuck you,” he grinned, feeling his stance faltering.

“That’s what I’m trying to get you to do,” you snickered. His body led you to the edge of the bed, falling onto your back before him. Fluttering your lashes up at him, legs spread as an invitation. Large hands pinned beside your body, Peter now nose to nose with you. Tender lips cascaded down your body. Leaving a wet trail along your jugular, stopping at your chest. Fingertips methodically taking the buttons down one by one. Leaving a kiss in their wake. Stopping right above your waistband.

Large eyes looked up at you. Asking permission silently before slowly taking your zipper down. Pulling your pants down your legs and dropping them beside your bed. Arousal had already pooled itself at your core, soaking through your panties. Black lace, not fully giving away how badly you needed him.

Peter planted a flat kiss against your mound, kissing down to your core. Nudging against your clothed clit with his nose. Sparking a jolt from you. Moaning as your hands tangled into his distressed locks. Palms held onto the back of your thighs as he traced the lining of your lace. Feeling as if you were vibrating from excitement.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Peter breathed as he pulled your panties down your legs. “Y’Look so pretty all spread out for me. Usually we don’t have enough room for this,” his breath felt cold against your throbbing cunt. Bumps prickled along your arms.

His tongue licked a stripe up your slit. Your breath hitched in your throat as you gripped the blanket underneath you. Hips rising against his mouth. Puncturing his tongue into your hole as his nose bumped against your nub. Vibrating a satisfied noise against you. Shortly attaching onto your bud and sucking on it. Tongue circling and attacking it. Causing the muscles in your abdomen to twist.

Savoring every taste of you as if it was his last meal. Kissing and sloppily sucking into you. Heart pounding against your rib cage as you whined and squirmed when he would apply the perfect amount of pressure. Slowly, he inched a finger in. Curling it to perfectly stroke your insides. He knew exactly how to get you there.

“P-Peter—“ you called out when your walls clamped down. Preparing for your orgasm to rip through you with stiffening posture.

“Cum, Y/N. I want to taste it,” Peter continued his movements on your core. Coaxing you smoothly to your climax. Lapping into your walls as you pulsed around his finger. Nails scratching at his scalp as you whined and bucked. Shakily breathing as you rode his tongue through it.

Peter slowly removed his finger from you. Lower half of his face glistening with your finish. Limbs going limp as he crawled back up, kissing you. Your taste strong on him. Deepening the kiss as your hands gently held his cheeks. Loving the feeling of his bare chest against your mostly bare one. Soft and delicate, unlike his demeanor.

“I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your jaw. Breathlessly confessing his true feelings for you. Hands praising every inch of your body as his lips rested below your ear.

“You do?”

Peter smiled, “Yes.”

“I love you too, Peter,” you sighed, lips meeting his once more. Neither of your voices above a whisper. Scared that if anyone could hear you, they would take you away from the other. Admiring one another in the pale moonlight. Eyes scanning back and forth, reading if you had made each other uncomfortable. Finally admitting made you both feel lighter.

“My girl,” Peter mumbled, softly possessive. Teeth sinking into your throat, leaving a faint bite mark. Kissing directly after to soothe the burn. He tussled with his belt buckle, shimming down his pants, leaving him in only his boxer-briefs. Outline of his cock clearly pressing against the fabric. Mouth watering as you watched him palm himself.

You welcomed him between you, arms wrapping around to place hands along his broad back. Compared to all the previous times you had sex together, this was the most intimate it had ever been. Like it was something more than a release of stress. Connecting you both in a way you never knew possible. Something in the universe attracted you together. Neither of you really believing in God or Destiny. Perhaps he was the missing piece you were separated from when the universe formed. Maybe he was just some coworker you fell in love with from getting to know each other.

Regardless, he was yours.

He freed his cock from its confides. Springing up, tip red and swollen. His hand gripped the base, lining himself up with your entrance. Dipping only the head in for a moment. Watching how your face contorted in pleasure. His favorite part. Slowly sheathing himself, mouthing against your lips as to capture the moan that erupted from you. Pulling almost completely out to rut back in.

Rolling his hips with a familiar rhythm. Skin smacking together with each thrust of hips. His hands inched up your arms, flipping them beside your head. Locking fingers with you as he pounded into you. Grasping your hands firmly. Groaning as he kissed you.

Peter’s name fell from your lips over and over. Strained and squeaked, losing yourself in the pleasure your body felt. His cock curved perfectly inside you, brushing against the spot that had you close to another orgasm. Pussy still sensitive from earlier. You wrapped your legs around him, heels digging into his lower back. Giving him a sharper angle to fuck into you. Knocking the air from your lungs.

He released one of your hands, fingers cascading down to your nub. Your nerves going haywire from the overstimulation. Painfully close to your end, and Peter knew that. After all these times, he had learned what to do. Knowing your body better than anyone ever before.

You whined, arching to meet each of his thrusts. Allowing his cock to curve especially deep inside you. Grazing your cervix.

“I know you’ve got another one in you, sweetheart,” Peter cooed as he flicked his hips a little harder. The petname burning against your skin. Still new to such a level of intimacy. The pre-loosened knot in your belly barely hanging on.

Unraveling with shaking legs and rapid breathing. Nails digging into his biceps as you threw your head back. Practically screaming his name as your orgasm waved through you. Spasming around his length as he continued to thrust through your end. Smiling at your disheveled state. Loving the way your skin glistened with the light layer of sweat.

Peter kissed you gently. Praising you for finishing again. Pumping himself into his own finish. Hips pressing flat against yours as he coated your insides with his seed. Sputtering and spurting as his own body quivered when your walls would tighten again. Lingering in the afterglow.

His body slumped onto yours. The weight of him capturing you and soothing you. Your hand petted up and down his back. Dewy with sweat against the muscles. Neither of you saying a word.

A hint of fear washing over you both. Worrying the previous confessions could ruin this. Saying things in the heat of the moment, fearing the other’s authentic reaction. Your heartbeats matched as your chests pressed together.

Your fingertips explored the crevasses and bumps of his body. Outlining the tattoo on his shoulder, tracing his defined muscles in his arms. Noting each scar or bruise you came across. Taking the time to adore his figure on yours. A new appreciation for him swirling around your gut. Lips gently kissing the side of his face. Stubble tickling you softly. Feeling his cheeks stretch into a smile.

The gentle call of your sheets engulfed you. Beginning to fade in and out of consciousness. Stress and tiredness of the day finally catching up with your slowing heartbeat. Resting your eyes and stabilizing your breathing. Not caring about cleaning yourself up. Or getting under the blankets. Happy where you were.

~~~

As the weeks went on, you and Peter grew closer. Learning the rhythm of your new relationship. Leaping head first and never looking back. Taking the initial step of moving in together, morphing quickly into picking out rings. Learning new things about each other every day. Confident in the ideals of one another.

Not telling anyone, just going into it together. Not like either of you had family nearby. Both of you wore some white outfits to the courthouse together. Content and happy with your future with him.

Surprised by how madly in love you had become. Never imaging this kind of life with Peter Strahm. Once your sworn enemy. Now the love of your life.

You sat at your desk. Twisting your ring as you read through a report that had came in. Trying to catch up from where you had been absent due to some minor food poisoning. Brows furrowing tightly at the details of the gruesome case.

If it was him, he would make sure you knew it.

And you did.

“Li-Lindsey..?” the lump in your throat caused you to choke as you read the name in disbelief, “Where exactly are we heading today?”

Detective Perez blinked at you. Eyes hollow and tear-stained. She had not slept, you could tell that. Walking over to your desk and casually folding her arms, back pressed into the wood. “It’s Detective Kerry. They found her with her entire ribcage splayed open,” her voice not above a whisper, lip clearly quivering as she admitted it to you, “We have to meet one of the lieutenants on the case.”

You were silent. Swallowing back your concern. Having to keep a serious and composed demeanor. Reality and severity of the case sinking into your bones.

“None of us are safe,” Perez bit her lip, wishing the words had never left her mouth.

You glanced up at Peter. Getting briefed behind the glass in the hallway. His brows pushed tightly together as his lips parted in concern. Glancing over and meeting your eyes. Being told the same thing as you. Stomach tightening as your mind raced.

“He-He’s warning us. We made him mad by snooping around,” you stumbled. The bright red target on your back illuminating in your mind. Fear consuming every bit of you. Eyes scanning every document before you, praying to find some new detail. Begging for an answer to the puzzle. Before it was too late.

Knowing there was some key detail you had to be missing. Connecting all the dots from John Kramer to Amanda Young, yet there had to be more. It was impossible for them to be the only ones. There was a reason John had avoided custody for so long. He was good. Hell— better than good. He was a mastermind. Well aware of the eyes on him. Smart enough to know to hide any other people who would work for him.

“We can’t keep losing people. Clearly, he has something against our department. It’s not like we’ve been secretive about investigating the case. All of our information is public knowledge. He can find us faster than we can find him,” you attempted to refill your lungs with air. Grasping at any files you could, pleading for a sign.

“Wouldn’t you be angry if people started figuring out your ‘master plan’,” Perez chewed on her nails, unable to look you in the eyes.

“First Eric Matthews, now Allison—“

“We don’t know that Eric Matthews is dead,” Peter’s voice boomed across the room as he entered. Capturing your attention, Perez still stared at the floor. “We never found his body. Jigsaw could’ve kept him alive,” his arms folded over his chest as he stood before you. Still sensitive to the topic of the lost officer. Holding onto any semblance of hope he could grasp.

You nodded silently. Any argument you had being here-say. Watching the way Peter’s eyes darkened with anger. Clearly frustrated by the situation at hand.

“Perez, get yours things. We’re heading out,” he commanded.

Feeling a pit form in your stomach when he turned his back and began to walk away from you. Perez grabbing her holster and other items from her desk.

“I’m coming with you,” you said, quickly rising to your feet.

“You’re not,” Peter was short with you. Not even looking back to meet your eyes.

“I’m a part of this case. I’m going with you,” you stood your ground.

“I’m the Lead Detective on this case, and I’m telling you that you are not,” he paused between each of his last words.

“You don’t get to decide to randomly take me off this case. I-I-I have to go. This is the most important case I’ve ever—“

“And you’re important to me,” Peter bared his teeth as he spoke through them, nostrils flared and eyebrows harsh, “I can’t risk something happening to you.”

“Something can happen to me here, too,” you sneered, challenging his authority.

“You promised me you wouldn’t let this effect work,” you held up your left ring finger to him. Air catching in his throat when his eyes met the gem. Taking a deep breath as the vein on his head started bulging.

You took his left hand in yours. Placing your wedding band on top of his, palms flat against his. Thumb rubbing the cold metal. Meeting his eyes, glassy as they looked between yours. Lips knitted shut as his nostrils flared. Jaw clinching as he swallowed.

“Peter, please,” your voice was soft.

Air pushed harshly from his nose. Clearly contemplating. Knowing his decision needed to be final. Also aware of how unfair it was to hold you to a different standard than any other detective. You were his wife. But his colleague and case partner as well.

“Okay,” defeated in his tone, going against his own best judgement. You squeezed his hand. Somber feeling coursing through you. Throat tightening at the truth.

Deep down, maybe you wanted him to take you off the case. Truly wanting him to drop the case himself. Both of you leave the department, fall back on your degrees and escape the ruthless world of Jigsaw murders.

“Promise me you won’t be reckless,” Peter’s lips gently pressed into your forehead. Eyes shutting and heart pounding in his ears. Lingering in the final moments of you. The scent of your shampoo, texture of your hair against his fingers, and most importantly how you felt in his arms. Understanding there was a chance neither of you came back from this. Higher with the circumstances.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” he returned.

Said differently than normal. With a feeling of chaos looming over you both. Air becoming difficult to breathe. Tears welling up behind your eyes at the idea. Not as if they would fall, just as a reminder that your love was real.

It was all too real.

Peter led you both out to the cruiser. Domain in which this all began. Where you had found your admiration for him. Where you had learned the ins and outs of one another. Where he had made the first move, setting everything in motion. Holding your breath as he closes the passenger door for you. Perez seated behind you, Peter at your side.

Blissfully unaware of what horrors the next few weeks would have in store for you and your team.

Maybe it was better to not know.

~~~

[END//Final Part]

// Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fic with Peter Strahm as the head and I fell in love with him over and over as I wrote this [the edits of Luke from Gilmore Girls on my fyp have not helped]. And yes I did just technically give this a bad ending with it setting up them meeting Mark. I KNOW. But it’s realistic. We can all pretend Peter and Reader are married and ran away together, and that’s why he has that wedding band on. IM RAMBLING— I hope to write for Peter again in the future. I love all of you who stuck around and got hyped for this story. As always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! //

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@gayhorrormen ~ @iwmflbb ~ @heif ~ @egoknives ~ @petercutiekittenstrahm ~ @angelus-osculum ~ @macabrebatz ~ @l0sercat ~ @klovercrown ~ @21yearsolldd ~ @spacefarerbee ~

[aelswiths]

Aelswith x Alfred + Hand Holding (& killing me 😭😭🥺🥺)

[not-brionnnne]

hey has anyone ever considered doing shinjiro smut for after the fade to black but he lays you across his lap, like has anyone ever considered the canon praise kink with him more—shinjiro who scolds you, calls you trouble and tells you to stay close to him like a "good girl", shinjiro who acts tough, pretends to be fed up with you pushing him around (he loves it, but that doesn't mean you're not gonna hear about it), ignoring what he wants, so two can play that game, and you think, god, he's not holding back anymore, he's going to kiss me, finally, we're going to— but no, he settles on his bed and pats his lap and tells you that you need to "take responsibility" for teasing him like that, messing with his feelings — "be a good girl." remember, you started this.

[luvcaleb]

I'LL BE GENTLE.

nsfw (18+). includes first time, virginity loss, unprotected sex, porn with feelings, caleb is a virgin loser who pretends he's a sex god but is actually ready to cum the moment he slides it in, cunnilingulus, lots of nicknames, belly bulge because caleb is huge, creampie (because i firmly believe he's into breeding). likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

”Hng... is it all in yet?”

The question almost sounds silly, reminiscent of the times you went on trips with Caleb and you'd ask him if you were there yet every five minutes. But you can't laugh now because you feel like your body's about to split apart, filled to the brim as Caleb breaches your cunt as slowly as he can manage.

He's gripping each side of your waist, his restraint felt through the faint trembling of his fingers. Be patient, he chants in his mind, sweat dripping down his temples. If you're not careful, you're going to hurt her.

But all that leaves his mouth is, “Just half. You're too tight, pipsqueak. Feels like you're about to cut my dick off.”

“Half?!” you exclaim in disbelief. You do know for a fact that Caleb is quite... big. Not that you have a frame of reference — this is the first time you've seen one, most definitely the first time you've ever taken one, but knowing you only have half inside you when you feel full is. Kind of making you crazy. Just a bit.

You hit him in the chest with a loose fist. “This is your fault. You're too big.”

Caleb laughs weakly, sounding like the wind is knocked out of him. “You're blaming me for something I can't control now?”

“Yes, I am. How do you even— walk around with that thing? I don't think that's a normal size.” You're blabbering. All you've said thus far is probably the most unsexy thing Caleb's ever heard, nothing like the dirty talk in the porn DVDs under Caleb's childhood bed that he insists were from his high school friends and he didn't watch any of it.

Even so, the desire in Caleb's eyes doesn't dwindle. He leans down to caress your cheek, the softness in his expression making your heart race. “Well, too bad. This is the only one you're getting.” He traces the line of your jaw, peppering kisses over the column of your neck. “You can't do this with anyone but me, right?”

It isn't a question, and Caleb certainly won't take no for an answer.

“...Caleb, you say the craziest things someti— ?!” You squeak as Caleb starts rubbing your clit in tight circles, sucking new marks onto your collarbone. You loosely grasp his flicking wrist, conflicted between pushing his hand away or pulling it closer. “Don't— do that so suddenly— ah!”

“I know you can take me in. You just have to try harder,” he murmurs to your skin, feeling your walls spasm around his cock with every flick of his fingers. Watery noises soon follow his motions, embarrassingly audible along with the whimpers you try and fail to hide. His heart squeezes in his chest when you hold onto his back tighter, letting out small ‘ah-ah-ah’s that send heat directly to his cock.

“Caleb...” you mutter weakly, dazed eyes staring at the ceiling. “Caleb...!” you gasp with more urgency when he changes the rhythm, rubbing faster as he slowly slides another inch inside your pussy.

“Just a bit more, baby...” Caleb hisses as you engulf him in your warmth, walls clenching around him wetly. “Yeah, that's it... just like that... mn, good girl...”

Finally, you feel his pelvis press against your skin, the entirety of his thick cock inside you. You let out a shuddering breath, fingers running through Caleb's sweat-matted hair, attempting to adjust to the new sensation of fullness.

The feeling of being full is indescribable; it feels new, perhaps a bit uncomfortable, and yet it's also fulfilling, knowing you're connected with the person you've always longed for in the most intimate way possible.

Caleb's panting with the exertion of holding back, his hand cupping your cheek, tenderly swiping over the soft skin with his thumb. “Do you feel any pain?”

You shake your head, leaning to his warm palm. “No, I just feel... a lot right now.”

Caleb smiles in relief, pecks a kiss on your forehead, and sucks in a breath when his gaze trails lower on your body. His hand on your waist moves to splay on your stomach, the direct pressure evoking a sharp “ah!” out of your lips.

“N... no way...” you stare at the faint bulge in both mortification and arousal. “Is that— your—”

Your stomach is... not supposed to look like that. It isn't, right? But Caleb is looking at you with such awe and wonder, tracing the highest point of the bulge on your stomach, the tendrils of desire swirling in his gaze darkening further.

Slowly, Caleb pulls out until only the tip remains inside, and you watch as your stomach flattens with his movement. “Fuck,” he says with feeling. “Please tell me I can move.”

No, you can't, you want to say. Just the sight of him filling you up — in the literal sense of the word — is overwhelming. But you know Caleb is holding back for your sake. Always has been.

Has held back probably before you could even remember, playing the role of an older brother figure looking out for his reckless sister to suppress the feelings he's long learned to ignore. Has held back every time a boy looked at you with lovestruck eyes in high school, staring at the love letter on your desk but never commenting on it. Has held back whenever you told him you were going to a mixer your friends cajoled you into joining, zipping up your dress for the night and reminding you to call him when you were done so he could come pick you up.

He has been holding back even just a while ago, patiently stretching you open with his fingers as he kissed away the apprehension in your eyes, often asking you if it hurt and if you wanted to stop. And if you said yes, he really would; he'd wash you up, carry you to the dining table, and cook up a midnight snack for you before cuddling to sleep. You know that because Caleb would do anything for you.

So now, with the veins on his arms pronounced from the strain of gripping the sheets, his eyes attentively looking at your expression for any signs of pain, you can only say one thing. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Fuck me, Caleb.”

There's a hitch of a breath. And then he slides home.

Each thrust of his hips is pronounced with wet plaps, obscenely loud while slick dribbles out of your cunt, pooling into the sheets beneath you. His cock is covered in your arousal, glistening in your wetness, and he pounds into you again and again, watching your cunt cling to him every time he pulls out.

“You seriously...” Caleb groans, his loving gaze tinted with hungry desire. A delighted thrill runs through him each time you call his name sweetly, nails raking down lines on his back, the cutest noises leaving your mouth. “I wanted to treat you gently, but I can't hold back if you say it like that.”

He's dreamed of this for a long time, as far back as a teenager hitting puberty. The prettiest girl on his bed, disheveled by his doing, clinging around him as he pounds her to the mattress, able to take her however he wants and allowed to whisper the overflowing affection he feels without needing to hide it anymore.

It was once a fleeting dream. Just something he knows will never come true, so long as your relationship doesn't change. At one point, your relationship even almost seemed irreparable.

But you stubbornly pulled him back to you. Even when it hurt you. Even when he was content to look after you from a distance. Even when he accepted that no matter how much he wanted you, his love would never mean anything if you didn't love him back.

But you allowed him this much. You allowed him to be in such close proximity, to shower you with affectionate kisses, to lick up your tears. You gave yourself to him, your firsts, your heart, your love.

It's more than he ever hoped for.

“Mine...” he mumbles to himself, kissing at every expanse of skin he can reach. “You're really mine...”

Caleb's hands roam over your curves, caressing your body with care, plucking away at all your sensitive spots. A smattering of red marks appear with every press of his lips, and he never gets enough of seeing them bloom.

“C-Caleb, don't suck there... Everyone's going to see them,” you whine, trembling with the pleasure. His hips never stop driving forward, aimed at the spot that makes your toes curl, your walls squeezing down on him. It's hot, wet, and so damn good to feel you gushing around him, soaked in your warmth.

“Let them see.” He sucks another mark beneath your jaw. Satisfaction curls deep in his chest when he thinks how it'll peek through the collar of your hunter's uniform. “It'll drive away the pests.”

It's not something he'd say on an ordinary day. But restraint slips from his fingers each time you indulge him, and this time is no different.

“Ah, mmh, haa...!”

“Does it feel good when I thrust shallowly like this?” He presses insistently against a spot that has you writhing, clawing at his back. “Or you like being fucked deep?”

He sheathes himself in one go, the sound of his balls smacking against your ass absolutely filthy. Squealing, you cream around him, fresh spurts of slick soaking his cock. “Fuck,” you gasp, grasping at his broad shoulders for purchase.

Caleb grins. “Yeah,” he breathes out, feeling your wetness drip down his thighs, “that's what I thought.” And he does it again.

Plap, plap, plap. The slap of skin on skin continues to ring out, each time wetter than the last. You're trying to bury yourself under the covers, but Caleb certainly doesn't mind the mess. Revels in it, even, watching the glistening slick coat him further.

“Come on, now, don't hide your face,” he coos, picking up the blanket you've taken to hiding your face with. “I want to see you.”

“Mmgh... no way...” your voice is trembling, teary eyes looking up at him in a show of upset. “I'm— ah— making a weird face right now...!”

“No, you're not.” He presses a kiss on your forehead. Your closed eyes. The tip of your nose. “You're so cute. The most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on. So don't try to hide, yeah? Let me see you.”

“Ah, hn, Caleb, that's— !”

“Feels good here?”

“Yes, yes, right there! Ohh...”

Caleb groans, “You just squeezed me so tight.” He licks a stripe up the valley of your breasts, tongue swirling around a nipple, all the while never leaving his eyes on your pleasured expression. When he grinds against a spongy spot, you jolt underneath him, a loud cry of his name spilling from your lips.

So cute so cute so cute, the desperate chant in his mind continues to say, his hips tirelessly driving forward to plunge into your warmth. You sound so sweet, gasping and moaning uncontrollably, crying out for his cock.

“Caleb,” you sob, trying to string together a coherent thought. “Is it just me or, mmph, you became even bigger?”

Caleb laughs, almost apologetic. A peck lands on your jaw. “Sorry, sweetheart. I can't help it.”

You hit your fist on his back. “Help it! I think I'll split into two if there's even just an extra centimeter in me...!”

“Even if you tell me that much...” he hisses through gritted teeth, trying to keep his head clear in spite of your walls spasming against him, hot and wet and so slick he hears every move he makes. “Mm, fuck... You feel too good inside, baby... I've been trying not to cum since we started...”

He buries his face to your neck, breathing in your scent. You shiver, his warm breath tickling your skin, thrusts slowing but hitting deep all the same. “A-are you close, Caleb?”

“I'm doing all I can so I won't be, pips.”

“Well, I...” you swallow, weaving your fingers through his hair. “I don't mind if you... cum first.”

“No.” His hands find your thighs, gripping at the soft flesh to spread your legs wider. Your folds are an enticing color, sucking around his cock, and he has to bite his lip to avoid letting out a pathetic moan. “This night is about you. I want to make you feel good.”

He sits up, and you almost protest when he pulls out, the gaping emptiness nearly leaving you cold. “Wait—”

“Shh,” Caleb leans down, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. “Leave everything to me.”

He pools saliva at the tip of his tongue, letting it drip down your cunt. He smears it messily around your clit with his thumb, rubbing and prodding, watching your face twist in pleasure with a hooded gaze.

“Caleb, you— haa!”

Whatever you're about to say is interrupted by a scream when Caleb begins to lick, his tongue lapping at your pussy almost hungrily. He swirls it around your little bud, encloses it around with his lips to suck. You begin pulling his hair when he dips his tongue inside your hole, drinking up the juices that overflow and drip down his chin.

Caleb has never looked so disheveled before, sweat dotting his skin and almost looking feverish. He looks drunk between your legs, utterly intoxicated by your taste, lapping up everything he can collect on his tongue. He doesn't mind suffocating like this, his nose buried in your scent, sucking your essence. He certainly doesn't mind it when you start grinding on his face, pulling him even closer, nearly leaving him with no room to breathe. His cock feels close to bursting at the sounds you make alone.

“Ohh, that feels so good, Caleb! Mm...!”

“Shit, you really like this, huh...”

Caleb doubles his efforts, plunging his fingers into your cunt alongside his tongue. He spreads your hole, digs his digits deep, thoroughly pleased when your wetness never stops leaking. It just keeps coming out, soaking his fingers and the bottom half of his face.

“Caleb, I'm close,” you whine as you shake, hips grinding back to his skilled mouth, “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, cumming—”

You moan high and reedy, back arching as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Yet at the first spurt of cum that lands on his tongue, Caleb quickly sits up and pulls out his fingers.

He pins your legs to the mattress and thrusts back inside in one go, your pussy still spasming from cumming.

“Fuck!” you scream, nails scratching down his back. “Wait, I'm still cumming! I just came!”

Caleb doesn't stop, fucking his cock deeper with each splash of your cum soaking his skin. “You're so fucking tight when you cum, fuuuck...” he hisses, hastening his thrusts, hips having a mind of their own. Everything feels so good that his mind is getting dumbed down from your delicious warmth. “Baby, give me one more, I have to feel you cumming around me.”

He pounds you to the mattress relentlessly, every trace of restraint gone in his body. The only thing in his brain is the single-minded focus of making you cum again, pulling out more sweet noises from your mouth. He delights in each spurt of arousal that comes out when he presses against a good spot, and he knows it's good because you squeeze around him so nicely.

“It feels so good,” you sob to his shoulder. “Caleb, ohh, ahn!”

“Feels good for me too, princess. You're perfect, fuck!” Caleb snaps his hips, almost reaching completion. “I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want it, princess? Where do you want me to cum?”

You wrap your legs around his waist, causing him to slide even deeper inside you. “Inside! Cum inside!”

He swears under his breath, cock pulsing. His hand travels south to toy with your clit again, rubbing incessantly to make you cum faster. Clear liquid squirts out of your cunt and he fucks you through it sloppy, holding your legs steady while you writhe from the overstimulation.

“I'm going to cum inside you, baby.” With one last thrust, he stills inside your cunt, releasing his cum deep inside. “Ohh, princess, I'm cumming— take every last drop, fuck, shit—”

He crushes you to the mattress, squeezing you in his arms as his cock shoots out strings of cum. “You did so well,” he murmurs, kissing everywhere he can reach. You lean more to his touch, tired yet fulfilled. “Sorry, that was too much, wasn't it? Does your body hurt?”

“I'm fine...” you wince when you feel cum drip out of your cunt at the slightest shift of position. “...Caleb.”

He's still kissing you all over your face, hands cupping your cheeks. “Hm?”

“You're still hard.”

Another kiss on your brow. “Don't mind it, princess. I'll handle it myself.”

“Oh...” you fiddle with the tag on his necklace, gnawing on your lip. “I was going to say I could help out.”

“...”

“Caleb? ...Did you just cum a little?”

“No, fuck, just— come here.”

[sttoru]

pls pls pls 🥹 older bf! gojo fucking the attitude out of his gf

 𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. satoru picks you up after your lecture to spend quality time with you, only to realise you got an attitude that needs some fixing.

tags. dom older bf!gojo x female reader. smut, pwp but also with plot. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). rough. hints of degradation. p in v -> unprotected. standing doggy. semi-public. spanking. hair pulling. name calling. creampīe. nicknames ‘princess, baby’. wc: 3.2k

“mind telling me who that was, baby?” satoru asks while he fixes his sunglasses. he pushes his hair back a little, walking beside you through campus. you had just finished your study session with a boy who’s in your statistics class. your lovely boyfriend offered to pick you up and take you back home after that.

though, despite the kind gesture, you’re still visibly stressed after revising the material. your mind is occupied with all sorts of stuff you need to know before your exam on thursday.

“just a classmate,” you respond curtly, not even looking at satoru. you’re speeding ahead of him, wanting to rush home already. you nibble on your bottom lip and your brows are furrowed due to the distress, “why do you care?”

that sentence came out harsher than you had expected it to. you don’t mean to be bitchy, but you’re under too much stress at the moment. your body reacts before you can withstand it.

satoru is silent for a few seconds. he’s surprised by the tone of voice you used. he keeps on following you, however, not letting your little comment ruin the conversation. he’s there to help you, not to make you even more upset.

which is why he tries to lighten the mood.

“oh?” satoru chuckles, his dimples showing. he easily keeps up with you, his long legs carrying him around quite fast. the white haired man pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear ever so gently, “did someone upset my little princess today?”

you don’t answer him. you’re focused on your phone, hurriedly texting your friend back while speeding past all the other students. you don’t even notice how the girls are gawking at your man—whispering about how handsome he is and who he might be.

satoru doesn’t pay them any mind. his sole goal is to gain your attention back. he frowns after his question is met with silence. the clicking of his dress shoes increases as he tries to get you to stop and face him.

“c’mon,” your boyfriend sighs and stands in front of you, stopping you to an abrupt halt. he holds your wrist tenderly yet firmly, letting you know that he wants to properly communicate with you, “y’ can’t ignore me.”

you yank your hand back, your irritated attitude visible in your actions. you look up at satoru, not caring about what he thinks or wants at the moment. you just want to go home and relax. everything is overstimulating you.

“i can and i will,” you huff before stepping aside to continue your journey out of the university’s terrain. your boyfriend’s frown only deepens. you’re not the only one who’s currently getting agitated. you push past a group of students who stood in your way, “let’s just go home.”

satoru’s eyes narrow. he doesn’t get upset fast—he rarely feels any kind of anger—but right now he can feel something itching inside of his chest. he’s tried not to let the jealousy get the best of him at first, but now with all the other emotions coming into play, it’s nearly impossible to hold himself back.

satoru considers himself a fairly mature man. he’s always been one, yet when it comes to you he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t have any control over his emotions. his body and mind act on their own.

“aht aht. not so fast, little lady.”

you suddenly feel yourself being dragged to the side. satoru’s grip around your arm isn’t harsh, but it sure is enough to make you stumble along with him. you click your teeth in slight annoyance after the initial shock settles in. you know there’s no fighting it; you don’t want others to witness your little squabble.

“hey, where are we going?” you ask, a slight whine leaving your throat. you simply want to go lay in your bed and avoid everything and everyone else. your eyes are focused on the back of satoru’s head as he guides you along. he doesn’t bother to face nor answer you.

you sigh and simply allow yourself to be dragged away. if you’re going to get a scolding, you don’t mind. you’re just going to hear him out and nod along so you can go back home faster.

you raise an eyebrow when satoru arrives at the bathroom on the second floor. “what the—” you’re confused as to what your boyfriend is trying to achieve. you quickly look around to see if anyone has seen you.

no one seems to be close. this part of the building has always been empty around this time frame anyway.

you’re pulled into the men’s bathroom after satoru made sure that the coast was clear. he gently pushes you into an empty stall and locks the door. “satoru, what’s up with you?” you sigh as you stumble back against the bathroom wall. it’s a hypocritical comment considering your own nasty attitude.

you try to push him aside, only for your boyfriend to force your arms around his neck, pulling you flush against him. your eyes lock into his and that’s when you notice how . . dark they are. the usual playful look is nowhere to be found.

“i’m just thinkin’ that y’r attitude needs some fixing, hm?” satoru whispers. a ghost of a smirk appears on his face—it’s a twisted one. wicked, with the thoughts of what he’ll do to punish you for your actions. he rarely has that expression when he’s with you.

he tips your chin up with quite some force, “i can help with that.”

everything else happens at a blink of an eye. one of satoru’s large hands slithers up your back to tangle in your hair and yank it back, exposing the column of your throat for his hickeys to take shape on. his other hand swiftly makes work of your pants and undergarments.

his jaw is clenched—the usual hint of gentle love in his eyes is replaced by lust fuelled by jealousy and frustration. satoru is not playing around either. instead of taking his time like he usually does when it comes to intimacy, he’s quick to discard both your clothing.

“fuckin’ tease,” the white-haired man mutters under his breath, panting with desire. he zips down his pants and frees his big cock from his boxers. “always pushing my buttons. isn’t that right, baby?”

satoru lets out a breathy, mocking chuckle. he fists the shaft slowly while his blue eyes roam over your body caged against him and the wall, “but i guess tha’s part of the reason why i love you—hah.”

you’re basically in shock at the sudden switch. your jaw is slack and your eyes are wide, but there’s an undeniable feeling in your chest that tells you you’re loving this change. you can’t deny the fact that you’re turned on. extremely turned on.

“‘toru, i don’t think it’s smart to do this here,” you murmur in a small voice. you’re trying to have some dignity, even now, when your panties are soaked and the scent of your obvious arousal is driving your man crazy.

“don’t care,” satoru shakes his head with a smug grin. his long fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear before flimsily tugging them down to your ankles. his eyes darken the second he sees the webs of sticky, translucent slick clinging from your panties to your puffy folds.

he grunts, his cock twitching painfully in his hand. he’s thinking of simply jerking off to the sight of you in front of him, but he decided otherwise. satoru smacks your clit with his fat tip, “should’ve thought about that before catchin’ an attitude with me.”

suddenly, he turns you around so you’re facing the wall. your nails dig into the flat surface of the tiles, catching onto nothing. you’re hoping that no one will walk into the bathroom. last thing you need is everyone knowing that you were getting your back blown out by your boyfriend on campus.

not that satoru would mind those rumors. it’d only fuel his (already) huge ego.

“oh, yeah— shit. you need this ‘s much as i do,” satoru groans as sinks his cock into your pussy, agonisingly slow, inch by inch. you shudder and hold in your moans as your velvety walls make part for him.

his hands spread your pert asscheeks, smacking the full globes before kneading them to soothe the pain. he continues in a low, dangerous voice, “you wouldn’t be so stuck up if y’ didn’t need this fuckin’ dick to shut you up.”

satoru doesn’t stop pushing in until his heavy balls are resting snugly against your bottom, warming his sack full of cum that’s aching to be released in your dripping cunt.

“ngh, ‘toru,” you bite your lip and try not to orgasm just from the feeling of being full— so full of cock that it makes you see stars, “just like that.”

the white-haired man responds with a satisfied grunt, sweat forming on his forehead from how hot and wet it is inside of you.

“oh, there she is,” satoru coos once he hears your whiny voice, that sweet voice he cherishes and loves. it isn’t cold nor avoidant anymore like before and that’s really all he wanted to acquire. he licks a stripe from the tip of your ear to the lobe, voice husky, “there’s the girlfriend i know. moan some more f’ me.”

you shiver as satoru’s lips connect with the back of your neck. after wetting the skin with his saliva, he bites. not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark. you clamp around his dick in response and he curses under his breath.

“please, fuck me,” you breathe. you need more stimulation, need him to absolutely ruin you. the shallow and slow thrusts he’s giving are nothing but torturous.

satoru grins and rests his chin on top of your shoulder, large hands rubbing around your hips and lower abdomen, teasing your clit every now and then to get you even more pent up.

“fuck you?” he tilts his head, as if contemplating. he clicks his tongue and gives your ass a firm slap that nearly sends you over the edge. “hah, you should be grateful for what i’m givin’ you.”

but satoru’s weak for you. even if he’s trying to be the ‘mean’ and ‘cold’ dominant guy. his cock is aching to plunge in and out of your wet hole, to see you come undone and feel your juices coat his balls and thighs.

“fine. i’ll fuck you,” satoru relents with a roll of his eyes, acting like he isn’t desperate for you too. he grips your hips in a bruising manner and bites your shoulder, “—fuck you like the brat you are.”

your hands save your face from making contact with the wall as your body suddenly jostles back and forth in a speed you can’t even process.

“satoru!” you nearly scream his name out of pure surprise. the pleasure comes crashing down in waves, your pussy uncontrollably spasming around his girthy cock.

satoru grumbles something incoherent as he pistons his hips, ramming in your sloppy cunt while his eyes are fixated on your bouncing ass. white locks of hair stick to his forehead as he splits you open on his dick.

“so pretty,” the older man sighs. he turns your head sideways so you can look him in the eyes while he fucks you silly. he caresses your cheek gently, a contrast to the mocking grin on his lips and the rough thrusts against your ass, “too bad y’ got such a potty mouth on you.”

satoru pushes his index and middle finger between your lips to muffle your noises, “…but don’t worry, i’ll fix that for you. gladly.”

you eagerly suck on them between quick gasps of air, saliva trickling down his hand. your boyfriend redoubles his efforts, the fat tip of his dick hitting that special spot deep inside you.

his free hand reaches down to circle your clit. the double stimulation sends you into a state of pure bliss. your pupils are dilated as you struggle to find satoru’s gaze, head lolling back and forth with each powerful stroke.

perhaps this really was all you needed to help destress and forget all about your responsibilities. it feels good to not think about anything at all— your head empty except for the feeling of your cunt being filled.

satoru’s cock twitches inside of you with the urge to release a load in your womb. “give me it, please,” your voice is muffled as you plead with him. your hand sneaks downwards, trying to find his balls, “w-want your cum.”

your fingers toy with his sack once you find it. his pre-cum and your own juices now coat your skin as well, your hand enclosing around his balls, massaging them. it’s like you’re trying to coax his potent semen out of them and that alone makes satoru throw his head back in ecstasy.

“little cumslut. . .” satoru growls, brows furrowing as he tries not to shoot his cum inside of your greedy cunt right that second. the hand that was keeping you quiet quickly snatches your wrist and pins it against the bathroom wall.

“are you that desperate to get filled? yeah?” your boyfriend huffs, not stopping to catch his breath at all. his hips pound faster against your ass with renewed passion.

your lips are parted and they move, but not a single answer comes out of your mouth. you’re unable to think or talk because of the pleasure.

satoru takes that as a yes. the erotic sight of you being so lost in sin is enough to fuel his desire to fuck you harder. his hips never falter as he scoffs at your pathetic self, “tch, so addicted to my cock y’ can’t even answer me.”

you shake your head and search for your words. however, you fail, and all that you’re capable of communicating is what you need, “fuuuuck, yes i am—‘toru, need your cock ‘n cum— more.”

satoru lets go of your wrist to grab your jaw. he forces your head back again before he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. his tongue plunders inside your mouth, exploring every inch.

he pulls back to gasp for air and releases your jaw with a slight shove to grab your hips again. “more? hah,” the white-haired man lets out a haughty chuckle. he gives a particular hard thrust against your butt, tip kissing your cervix painfully yet deliciously, “y’ think you deserve more after that shit you pulled?”

satoru yanks your head back by your hair. the stinging sensation makes your scalp itchy, but it also increases your pleasure. he lowers his lips to your ear, his voice dangerously low, “nah, you gotta make this work.”

you could. you can make it work and that’s the truth. he could fuck you with just his tip and you’d be able to cum a couple times in a row.

jolts of pleasure run down your spine as satoru drives into you harder, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body. you’re seeing stars and the words roll off your tongue, “please, mhh, almost there!”

satoru groans. he can feel the delicious fluttering of your cunt around his cock, the telltale signs of an orgasm building. he has half a mind to pull out completely and let you writhe and beg him some more.

he contemplates it for a few seconds. the second your eyes start to roll back, signaling your impending climax, his cock slips out of your pussy. you whine and push your hips back in search for his dick- to fill the void he left.

satoru jerks himself off at the pitiful sight. he rubs his veiny shaft between your slick folds before slapping the tip against your cunt, letting it catch onto your entrance for a few times.

“begging like that isn’t going to get you anywhere. y’ can do better,” your boyfriend encourages in a sultry tone. one of his hands rest on your tummy, fingers splaying over your clothed skin. another filthy smack of his tip against your slit makes you shiver, “come on.”

you bite your lip out of frustration. you arch your back each time the fat head of his cock catches onto your gaping hole, hoping to slip it in, but you can't. you tilt your head back and lock eyes with satoru close up behind you.

“please let me cum, 'toru. i'll be good, i promise,” you beg with a lewd pleading expression. one that make satoru's balls tighten with the urge to cum as well.

with a low groan, satoru snaps his hips forward, burying his dick inside of you once more, “there ya go. good girl, knew y’ had it in you.”

the praise and familiar feeling of his dick stretching you open is enough to push you over the edge. you nearly black out as your cunt spasms around him, your juices gushing out to coat his length and balls.

satoru grits his teeth once he feels your tight cunt clench viciously around his throbbing cock. your orgasm has a domino effect on your lover, causing him to hastily chase his own release. “shit! take it, princess. take it all inside this greedy fuckin' cunt,” he hisses and grinds his pelvis against the fat of your ass.

satoru buries himself to the hilt before his cock jerks and pulses, emptying his balls deep inside of you. his fingers dig into the meat of your butt, holding you in place as he grinds against you, making sure every last drop of his seed is nestled into your waiting womb.

“there y’ go, mhm—taking my load so deep,” your lover sighs and lowers his head, resting against your back. he hugs you tightly to his chest while you both catch your breath. he rides out his orgasm slowly, still grinding against you while he leaves lazy kisses on your nape.

a minute passes before you've regained your composure, somewhat. you smile as satoru kisses your temple lovingly, praising you for taking him so well. the switch back to his usual gentleman personality is much needed after such an intense moment.

“thank you, babe. i needed that,” you giggle as you rest back against his chest. thick, pearly globs of cum escape your pussy, dripping around his cock and onto your thighs, but neither of you could care less. the clean up is a problem for later.

satoru chuckles back at you as he leaves another loving kiss against your cheek. “i knew you did,” he murmurs and pets your head, “my poor girl has been working so hard on her assignments, hm? poor, poor baby.”

you playfully roll your eyes at the overexaggerated concern in your lover's voice, however you appreciate it.

satoru doesn't bother to pull out. first things first; he needs to get you all comfortable again and give you the aftercare you deserve. his hands massage your hips as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, acting all lovey-dovey like he hasn't just shown you a more dominant side of him.

“how ‘bout we go home and order some food? we can cuddle and watch a movie together, ‘kay? i’ll take care of you, princess.”

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, mating press, soft dom choso, squirtīng, p spanking, dirty talk, size kink, praise, mdni.

you tell choso it’s practically impossible to make you orgasm – and he ends up making you squirt instead.

“really?” he’d huff in a ginger cooing voice, sucking his teeth together as he watches a thick portion of his cock disappear between your sweet soddened folds. you let off a gasping moan once you glance down, getting a wide view of him easing his hefty weight into you. choso’s got you in mating press—a position he’s been wanting to try with you for a while, and with the way you were easily clenching around him had his entire body twitching. as he’s being as gentle as possible, he lets off a soft grunt before placing a bare hand on your tummy. “so you mean like . . never, baby?”

“n- never,” you inhale an incoming breath. your legs were sprawled ‘n spread — creating a stretched ‘v’ shape with your trembling feeble limbs. choso’s got a hand wrapped around his aching shaft before he starts to gradually sink inside of you deeper. “u..ughhh,” you hiss out, hearing your own wanton squelches shriek right out of your sopping pussy. choso smears a thumb down your entrance and you could see the cunt drunken grin starting to warp against his lips. “fuck, jus make me cum choso. like that, harder.”

“okay,” choso gruffly groans, his swollen sack already starting to mercilessly slap against your entrance. it’s loud numerous ‘thwap!’ ‘s and your glassy eyes widen the moment he slowly lifts up your leg just a bit higher, sexily throwing his head back with a carnal eye-flickering-roll. “just hold still,” and with one hand, he softly caresses your chin. “ ‘n keep those pretty eyes on me. gooood girl.”

intently, dark mousy eyes bore into you whilst he’s slowly driving his inside of you. you’re whimpering, already starting to hear the growling snarling creaks of the wooden bed frame ring against your ears.

“t- thaaat’s it,” choso grunts, and you can feel his honed hips tilt inward. he’s big, and with the gaping stretch he’d always create—it’s got invisible cogwheels spinning ‘n turning at the insides of your empty brain. it doesn’t take him long before he’s sensually pounding you with deep loving thorough thrusts, making sure he’s buried at the hilt. choso’s heavily panting with raspy breaths, clawing a hand through his shaggy black strands. he’s so pretty, and you couldn’t help but stare at him whilst he’s tenderly ravaging your sweet gripping walls. choso’s hair flawlessly of his flows down his narrow shoulders before he moans. “goddd, so good. doin’ so good.”

with a cute shrilling ‘oh!’ the moment his bulbous tip meanly slams into your sweetened sensitive spots, your jaw dangles agape.

he’s already reached it, and every time his body crashes into yours at full speed at such miles per fucking hour . . your skin sticks to stick against his like glue. smacking smacks of fleshy mounds gum against each other as he’s jackhammering his slim hips up and down before you shriek. “choso… ohmygod, right there. fuck me, fuh—”

“quiet,” he whispers, grabbing your chin. your eyes meet his, and as raven bangs string down his eyes, choso gives you a quick kiss. it’s sloppy, and you moan while he’s still buried balls deep. each risqué stroke has you dizzy, craving for more and as his tongue curls through the layout of your sweltering hot mouth, he briefly pulls away. choso huskily grunts, his powerful hits against your cunt creating loud squelches that resounded off the thinly-made walls. “f- fuck, hear that, baby? think she’s trying to hah . . get a word in.”

choso’s weight remains hovering over your body as he’s pounding into you. you moan, feeling his hot breath waft against your skin as he buries his face into the cove of your left shoulder. a hand reaches between your legs, and he starts to smear all kinds of circles ‘n shapes against your glittery wet cunt. wetly, he’s lightly smacking his palm against your stuffed full entrance, droplets of your honeyed juices splattering against his hand.

‘psh’ after ‘psh’ and choso grunts, hearing how you were not only vocal from your mouth, but in between your legs too. “so pretty,” he whispers, licking a stripe down your neck, softly nibbling a playful munch at your skin. “c’mon, baby. ‘m gonna need you to make a mess for me.”

oh, his hips were just the definition of fervent though.

your pussy’s hysterically gurgling out desperate sloppy pleads of want and need as your nails decorate his toned back with many many scratches. choso’s back was your own personal canvas—and he loved whenever your fingers would drag down his skin—painting areas of his flesh every single time. “cho- chosooo,” you whine out, tossing your arms over him. you could feel his back muscles tense, feeling his askew hips deepen its strenuous hits against your pussy. it was orgasmic – his rhythm alone, and your toes were already curled, mouth dropped, eyes bulged. “ ‘m gonna cum, make me cum choso.”

“uh huh. like that, you got it,” he purrs, feeling your cute legs starting to grow limp. he’s so nice with his hips, making sure he’s got the perfect angle. choso’s cock runs through you languidly, it’s slow but steady but also speedily fast. you could feel his stout cock repeatedly trying to kiss it’s way at your fluttering g-spot before you let off a trilling whine. “easy, easyyy girl,” he cups your face, a fat thumb stroking the right side of your mouth. “hey. look at me, baby. you got it,” choso repeats, and as he’s lewdly moaning right with you, bodies slamming in such luscious rapture, choso sprinkles kisses near your chin. “give it t’ me. be my messy baby, thaaaat’s it.”

right at his exact words—you felt yourself tightening up. . although something within you bursts, and you bite down on your jaw. it’s sudden, it’s so sudden that your eyes start rolling the second you realize you’re gushing down on his cock. a shaky breath leaves out of choso as he instantaneously pauses his hips—stilling his cock inside of you without moving anymore.

pretty doe-enlarged eyes with hearts swarming in his irises focuses primarily on you, and you could hear him whining out a ‘holy shiiiit’ while you mewl out your oh-so euphoric release.

it felt like forever but it was only for about three seconds, and you’re stupidly cross-eyed, moaning once choso starts to gradually pull out. “h- heh, baby chose to be wet today, huh,” and you let off a sobbing whimper once you feel him starting to smear his tip against your leaky cunt.

you’re drooling from your glossy puffed slit, and as he’s starting to politely smack his hardened cock onto your twitching heat, choso grunts. ‘you’re sooo pretty like this,’ the exact phrase that repeats in his brain like a mantra.

“let go, good girl. keep goin’. make me just as messy as you, princess,” and your brain merely short circuits. the elatedly shocking friction of his plump tip playfully hitting your soaked cunt has nothing but cute babbles departing from your babbling lips. choso drags his swollen cockhead down further, stopping at the bottom of your clit before letting out a shuddering, ‘phew.’

“c- choso, fuck,” you moan, still feeling staticky tingles roam through every vein of your body. that was unlike any feeling you’ve felt before. as his eyes soften, meeting your gaze—choso’s nudely glistening body shadows over yours. seconds later, he slowly trails his head down, propping himself between your legs. through hazy lensed eyes, you peer down, peeping at him while finding a hand of yours pawing its way through his tangled inky strands of hair. “mhh.”

“baby,” choso whispers hoarsely, his voice a bit rough and gritty from moaning for so long. such detail made you throb and he knew it too. leisurely, he’s beginning to lick a straight slope up your weeping cunt.

he can’t help but give it a open stare for a few seconds, taking your beauty from between your legs alllll in. it’s so pretty ‘n puffed — dribbling from the sides of your slick own arousal that shot out a shimmering geyser just a few seconds ago.

you’re tender, and he can’t help but slather his hot pink tongue between the crevices of your folds. “think . . you can be my sloppy girl one time?” and as he gives your pussy one quick french kiss, he pouts at you with a wry pussy drunk grin.

“pretty please?”

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — Imagine Nanami cradling his newborn daughter tenderly. His blonde locks that were once neatly slicked back now messily frame his face- serving as playthings for tiny, curious hands. The infant giggles, gripping and curling her fingers, attempting to grab at her father's hair with pure delight. Nanami's heart swelled, a genuine smile appearing across his face.

"Ya know... Fatherhood really suits you, you know that?" You murmured, resting your head against his arm.

Nanami looked down at you, his eyes- always so tired from the cruelties of the world and working far too much, were now soft with affection, "I never thought I would have a life like this... I always felt it was far out of my reach..."

"Kento..."

He brought his daughter up to his face, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was a low whisper, yet you still managed to hear his words, "I love you. Both of you. More than anything in the world."

You could see it, not only in his smile, but his eyes as well... they held some fear. Afraid of the life he led, afraid of it coming to take the family he had so lovingly built away from him. Nanami had seen much in his time as a sorcerer. The loss of people dear to him- their deaths never failing to haunt him... He was scared... Scared of leaving you both behind, scared of the what-ifs...

"Kento, you worry far too much. I promise we'll be here, right by your side. Always and forever, okay? You're always going to awaken to me in your strong arms." You give his bicep a soft squeeze, "no way anyone could get past these bad boys."

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, holding his baby girl in one arm, he used the one you squeezed to bring you into a loving embrace, drawing you even closer to his body. Drawing you closer into his world, a world he once thought would be forever in solitude. This was all a simple moment, but Nanami felt the full weight of this newfound joy- the joy of being a father and a loving husband to you. No could've prepared him for this profound privilege.

You were his home. And for the first time, he allowed himself to relax and trust in your words... that everything would be alright...

[sai-int]

fwb!simon, reader catches feelings- NO. FWB!SIMON BUT SIMON CATCHES FEELINGS. [ pt 2 ]

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it's quite simple.

simon comes home from a mission, he's restless, twitching, pacing, can't figure out what to do with his hands.

so what does he do? he knocks on your door, waiting anxiously until you open it and he's scooping you up, hauling you across the hall and into his basically empty apartment, and fucking you into the mattress for the night.

and you're just so good at taking it—whatever he gives you and whenever he gives it. you cry, whine, beg and plead for his cock in all the ways you know how—until you go blue in the face—and simon fucking revels in it. he's all harsh words and degrading names, calling you a filthy slut, his cocksleeve, a fucking cumdump—you name it, he's probably said it.

it's perfect, until it's not.

he's spent months fucking you stupid, night after night. he fucks you even when he's not restless. he fucks you when he's bored, when he's lonely. especially when he's lonely.

simon riley's a gridlocked man. hardly anything ever gets past him, but it didn't take many rendezvous between your thighs for him to forget that.

his mask would come fully off—not just above his lips—and you'd still kiss him breathless, still scream his name until your throat went hoarse. you weren't afraid of everything underneath. if anything, you liked it.

It's not like the both of you frequently exchanged actual conversations, but he could tell by the way you dripped and soaked his sheets even more than you ever had.

after that, he even began to gather enough courtesy to let you get some rest after he fucks you, letting you stay wrapped in his sheets for whatever sliver of the night was left.

you never pushed, and that's what he liked most about you. you always went by his terms because you never really cared as long as you got fucked six ways from sunday.

so, you always left when he woke without a problem. that was the arrangement and you were more than fine with getting a good fuck only a few steps away from your own home.

then even you began to notice the shift.

simon could never fuck you badly, per se. but he began to fuck you more softly. tenderly, as if he was suddenly aware that humans shouldn't be bent in half as long he's had you pinned underneath him in the past. he'll rock his hips into you with similar fervor, but he'd caress you, rather than grab at you. hold your forehead to his, rather than choke you with his thick hands.

then came the praise. god, it's like fucking a completely different man. from one week to the next, you're no longer a slut or a hole, you're pretty girl and angel. it makes your head spin. you try to pinpoint the change and why it happened, but you can't. somehow, you cum twice as hard now.

it all came to an ugly head when he spent the better part of 2 hours between your thighs, moaning and groaning as if you were doing him a service.

now, you weren't going to complain, but love just wasn't in the cards for you right now, and the looks simon was giving you from where he lapped at your cunt were filled with adoration, like he was waiting for you to tell him how good he was doing.

hell, you could see a phantom tail wagging each time his eyes met your own. and after a session that felt more like making love than an explosion of pure lust, you could feel his eyes lingering on you as you slipped your panties back on.

"what?" you hum, not wanting to face him in fear you'd see that godforsaken look in his eyes again.

and you were right, because he's staring at you like he's about to drop to one knee. "nothin'."

you toss your shirt back over your head and steel yourself as you turn to face him.

"simon," you start and he's already hanging on your words, "what's going on with you lately? i don't mean to sound rude but—"

this is it, he thinks. it has to be now, or nothing will change. he's not a religious man, but if he's ever prayed to god for anything, it's for this to become something real.

"'m in love with ya."

one blink, then two. two to three, three to four. you stare at him as you try to piece together what he's saying.

"simon, i don't think you understand—"

"—i do. i do understand and i want ya, bad. so bad, i can't even stop thinkin' bout ya, sweetheart. even when y'not 'ere im thinkin' about ya. everything about y'is perfect, and i don't think i can function without y'with me."

this is the most emotion you've ever seen out of simon and it rocks you to your core. if you didn't know better—and if the lighting wasn't so dim—you'd think he was tearing up.

you didn't know how to break it to him.

[tojipie]

content: suguru x fem reader, smut, filming sex

having the world’s most insatiable perv as a boyfriend meant satisfying his needs in the craziest ways

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“Oh my god that’s perfect,” Suguru whines, admiring your glistening body through his phone’s camera lense. The cold breeze of the living room fan contrasts with the glossy layer of oil he’d rubbed all over you earlier, goosebumps erupting up your thighs and back.

Your monthly photo shoots with your boyfriend seemed to be the least perverted thing Suguru had convinced you to do over the course of your relationship. Every bikini, every set of panties, and every tiny little skirt you brought home deserved got one— his sick little way of christening your wardrobe.

A simple black bikini had set him off this time, something simple you’d bought at the mall last week. You had tried so hard not to roll your eyes after he’d waltzed into your shared bedroom with the dangling from his fist, tempting you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Please?” He whined, reaching for your hands to pull you up and out of bed. “For me?”

“..Fine,” you say sternly, knowing there was absolutely zero way he’d let you buy something skimpy without taking a couple pictures for his spank bank. You swear you spy him jumping up and down in your peripheral as you strip out of your pajamas.

And that’s —for better or for worse— how you’d ended up on the living room carpet with your boyfriend standing over you, covered in a thin sheen of body oil he’d tenderly massaged into your skin and staring right into the twin cameras on back of his cellphone.

“Fuck— stay like that,” Suguru marvels, adjusting his obvious hard-on through the fabric of his lounge pants.

“What? Like this?” You giggle, pulling at the middle of your bikini top to show more cleavage. The breathy noise it earns you is nothing short of adorable. Suguru shakes like a leaf as he snaps a few more photos, holding onto his sanity by a thread while all the blood in his body drains right into his dick.

You shade your eyes from the camera flash, blowing him a kiss from where you kneel on the carpet. Suguru kneels behind you, a wave of warmth radiating off of him as he reaches to move your hair across one shoulder.

A calloused palm on your back coaxes you face down onto the carpet, back arched with your thong-clad ass in the air.

“Shit…” he marvels. The tiny piece of fabric leaves so little to the imagination, settling in the rift between your lips perfectly.

You wiggle your ass back and forth in invitation, giggling as his thumb pulls the sticky thong to the side and rubs over your heat.

“Take a video, no?” you tease, feeling a thick finger slide into you as the man behind you groans in earnest. Suguru slips his thumb out of you slowly, bringing his hand to your mouth to have you suck his finger for the camera.

“I’m never deleting this— never— fuck,” Suguru groans, dragging the pad of his thumb across your tongue. You hear him save the video before whipping his phone onto the couch, using his free hand to pull his cock out and slowly push into you from behind.

[dark-and-kawaii]

♡ Imagine Nanami cradling his newborn daughter tenderly. His blonde locks that were once neatly slicked back now messily frame his face- serving as playthings for tiny, curious hands. The infant giggles, gripping and curling her fingers, attempting to grab at her father’s hair with pure delight. Nanami’s heart swelled, a genuine smile appearing across his face.

“Ya know… Fatherhood really suits you, you know that?” You murmured, resting your head against his arm.

Nanami looked down at you, his eyes- always so tired from the cruelties of the world and working far too much, were now soft with affection, “I never thought I would have a life like this… I always felt it was far out of my reach…”

“Kento…”

He brought his daughter up to his face, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was a low whisper, yet you still managed to hear his words, “I love you. Both of you. More than anything in the world.”

You could see it, not only in his smile, but his eyes as well… they held some fear. Afraid of the life he led, afraid of it coming to take the family he had so lovingly built away from him. Nanami had seen much in his time as a sorcerer. The loss of people dear to him- their deaths never failing to haunt him… He was scared… Scared of leaving you both behind, scared of the what-ifs…

“Kento, you worry far too much. I promise we'll be here, right by your side. Always and forever, okay? You’re always going to awaken to me in your strong arms.” You give his bicep a soft squeeze, “no way anyone could get past these bad boys.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, holding his baby girl in one arm, he used the one you squeezed to bring you into a loving embrace, drawing you even closer to his body. Drawing you closer into his world, a world he once thought would be forever in solitude. This was all a simple moment, but Nanami felt the full weight of this newfound joy- the joy of being a father and a loving husband to you. Nothing could've prepared him for this profound privilege.

You were his home. And for the first time, he allowed himself to relax and trust in your words… that everything would be alright...

[swearimnevergivingup]

so uh i'm thinking about ex-boyfriend!nanami. you broke up with him 3 years ago but he's never been able to move on. he's tried everything. everything under the sun, and none of it has ever worked.

he isn't even sure if forgetting you is what he wants. he thinks he wants to let you live in the spot carved out for you in his heart, whether that hurts him or not.

and when you run into him in the lobby of your apartment building? one thing leads to another and you find yourself splayed out on the couch obscenely, the oversized shirt you were wearing hiked up to your waist as you slowly part your legs for him.

the world blurs around you.

all you can think about is this very moment.

the significance of what you’re doing is entirely palpable to you. you’re inviting him in, not just to your house, but into your heart again. 

breathing heavily, your eyes follow his every movement in anticipation as his fingers dance across your inner thighs.

his hands slip underneath the waistband of your panties, two fingers sliding in between your slick folds. you tense a little at the sensation as he parts them, the rough pads of his fingers prodding the sensitive bud of nerves that makes you shiver and whine.

“god,” he groans. “i’ve fucking missed this pussy.”

you let out a little laugh at the foul language that slips from his tongue. it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice, and even longer since you’ve felt his touch.

“missed your cock too, kento,” you murmur, eager to show that you’ve been equally longing for him, if not more. you want to hear more of him, so you reach your hand out to palm at his erection. he’s rock hard, and there’s a little wet spot on his pants from the precum.

“fuck,” he mutters, tilting his head back. “it’s been a while.”

you giggle at that, a little woozy from the wine. “it’s been a while for me too.”

“n-no, you don’t understand,” his grip on your hips tightens as he struggles to maintain his composure. “you were the last.”

oh.

your eyes widen at that revelation, stopping your movements to fully look at him. “w-why haven’t you—”

for the second time tonight, you find yourself in complete disbelief. you were the last person he slept with? that had been more than 2 years ago - way more than enough time for things to change, for someone else to come along.

but then again, nanami’s always been a serious man, and by extension, that applied to his love life too. never one to seek out casual hookups, that man dated to marry. 

“i didn’t want anyone else. only you,” he murmurs. “that hasn’t changed.”

your heart is not the only thing that clenches at the raw sincerity in his voice. 

“say it again,” you whisper. “i want— i want to hear you say it again.”

“i only want you.” nanami must have realised how much you needed to hear that, the same way he had needed your confirmation earlier, because his voice is more resolute this time. “and this—” his hand moves to cup yours, guiding your movements as he slowly drags your hand over his cock. “s’all for you, sweetheart.”

one hand reaches for the back of your neck, holding you tenderly as he peppers kisses on your lips and all over your neck.

the other hand, though, moves deviously between your thighs, a singular digit plunging into your soaked cunt. 

nanami relishes the way you gasp into his mouth, back arching off the couch as all sorts of pretty sounds drip from your flushed lips.

i love you.

i still love you, after all this time.

he doesn’t say it out loud - no, it isn’t the right time. 

but he repeats it loudly enough inside his head, hoping that somehow, you might hear it too. 

a/n: this is part of my upcoming work: i never moved from where you left me (nsfw)

there are apologies to be made, lost time to reclaim, and parts of each other waiting to be rediscovered. and yet, you know him like an old song. you know the words, carved into the lining of your skin, you know its melody, a soft hum that echoes in the chambers of your heart. nanami kento is that lingering rhythm, that pained harmony, existing deep within the cracks of memory and longing - an unfading symphony in your soul.

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﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

wants you to feel all of him; he wants to be as deep as he can possibly be, that’s why nine times out of ten chan will have you folded in a mating press, stretching you out with his big cock. “fuck!” you screamed as the man above you fucked into you , holding your legs up to your chest. “deeper please.” no matter how deep he is , you want more — you want him to breed you. “fuck baby im already in your guts, how deep do you want me.” he grunted, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “want me to breed this pretty pussy.” you scream out, answering his question. “fuck yes!” moaning out feeling your cunt tightening around him. “sh-shit , that’s what you want? for me to fill this pretty pussy?” you moaned. “fu-fuck yes chan.” you moaned out. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hissed.

“gonna cum inside this pretty pussy.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

we all know lee know is an ass man, he’s revealed this on numerous occasions. when he fucks you, he wants you ass up so he can watch your ass recoil against him. “that’s it.” cursing , holding your hip with one hand , rutting into you. “shit keep moving that ass.” he was hypnotized by the way your ass moved. “fuck minho!” you screamed into the pillow. “fuck don’t stop.” he didn’t either , the grip on your waist tightening as he moved his hips faster. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he breathed out. “gonna fucking cum.” he groaned , pulled out stroking his cock. “fuck im cumming!” he howled as he came all over your ass. “shit baby.” he slapped your ass, you helped out

“god i fucking love your ass so much.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

changbin loves to show off his strength; he doesn’t spend his days in the gym just for fun. showing you how manly he his, lifting you up and fucking you in the air. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his hand firmly grasping your ass holding you up as he pounded into you. “oh my god changbin!” your legs dangling on the side. “fuck me!” he held you up like you were nothing. “so-so strong.” he smirked. “yo-you like that?” he stuttered out, his voice deep. “shit , you like how i can lift you up and fuck you on my fat cock. nodding dumbly, babbling nonsense. “y-yes.” he cursed , bouncing you on his cock. “pl-please be careful.” you stuttered. “do-don’t worry baby im not gonna drop you.”

“gaining these muscle just so i can fuck you like this.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyunjin fucking loves morning sex , rolling over on his side , spooning you pulling your clothes down, his cock hard as a rock as slid inside you, sighing in relief. “so-so warm baby.” his sexy morning voice in your ear as his hand came up u onto your boobs , feeling up your body , squeezing your boobs. “fe-feel so nice baby.” he rutted into you. “so fucking nice , i love you so much.” his hands in between your legs, rub your clit — the sun was bleeding into the room. “hy-hyune im gonna cum.” you moaned out , he opened your legs , rutting into you harder. “cum for me princess.” letting you cum, him following right after. “sh-shit baby.” he let your legs go , kissing your neck tenderly

“good morning princess , you felt so good.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

just put him in between your legs and let him do his thing, han jisung certified munch ! he doesn’t care whether he’s on top or if you’re on top. as long as he can taste your sweet cunt and feel your soft tittes in his hands , he is in heaven. “shit baby keep doing that.” you moaned, hands tangled in his hair , pushing him deeper into your mound. “fuck more.” hips moving against your will, he was that good , lapping at your cunt. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hummed as you came on his tongue, coating his tongue. “fuck you taste so good.” he pulled away. “like candy.” he bought his fingers to his mouth, bringing them back to your slit. “wanna make you cum again.” he rubbed your bud.

“wanna make a mess of you.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

ride him in his gaming chair and his life is yours. he loves this shit — you “ innocently “ sitting in his lap , which ends up with you both naked , his game long forgotten as you milked him for everything he had. “sh-shit.” he held your lower back letting you do what you wanted before he pulled you flush against him , pressing down on your lower stomach. “lixie.” he squeezed your boobs. “lo-love you feel so good wrapped around me.” he moaned. “so fucking warm.” he kissed your boobs , bucking his hips up. “lix I’m gonna cum.” you whined , he rubbed your clit. “cum for me.” he whispered into your ear. “cum for me like a good girl.” releasing all over him.

the game was long forgotten after that , he was ready to make you cum all over again.

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you’re always on top, but he’s always in charge. his legs flat against the bed fucking up into you , his hands yanking your back , making you scream. “sl-slut.” he growled. “letting me fuck you like this , you’re so nasty.” his thrust were brutal , your ass bright red from his previous slapping. “you like being fuck like a whore?” he asked , knowing you can’t ask. “whose whore are you.” he yanked your hair. “i asked you a question , whose whore are you?” you were a mess , trying to get the words out. “yours -fuck!- im your whore minnie.” you let out a pornographic moan. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he let your cum , holing you down as he emptied his load inside of you , holding you close to whisper in your ear.

“that’s right , you’re my whore.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

your body pressed flatly against the bed, arms pinned behind your back , jeongin kissing the sweet spot on your neck as , the kisses sweet and soft — a completely different from how deep he was inside you. “i-innie.” you babbled , he let your arms go , his hand wrapping around your neck, choking you lightly. “yo-you feel that -fuck- that’s my cock deep inside your pussy.” he grunted in your ear. “so-so deep.” he kissed your cheek. “i know baby , i know.” he moaned. “going dumb on my cock aren’t you.” your eyes rolling to the back of your head, his strokes were slow but deep. “just take it , that’s all you can do.” his hand tightening around your throat. “you can’t take it.”

“take it like a good fu-fucking girl.”

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