#then tonight i was just like...hm. why not?
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oliver aiku ʚ ɞ the knowing
summary. oliver knows you’re cheating on him, and as much as he tries to hide his hurt, he knows he can’t be mad when he’s cheating on you too

oliver ♡
hi baby i miss you
9:18 pm
oliver ♡
come over tonight?
9:18 pm
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹🪩♡
your vibrating phone takes your attention away from sae, who had you straddling him as he leant against the headboard of his hotel room, his hands lazily on your hips as he kissed your lips, nibbling on the bottom of your lip, “who’s that?”
“hm, not sure..”, you say, reaching over and grabbing it before looking at the messages that lit up your screen.
seeing it was your boyfriend, your cheating boyfriend, you’d be lying if you said you felt anything at all. you had found out oliver had been cheating on you a couple of months ago, and it killed you. you obviously confronted him, the tears in your eyes spilling all down your face whilst oliver coaxed you into staying with him with his gentle lies and sweet promises.
you believed him, you really did. just to find out he was still cheating. you knew you were too attached to just leave him and cut off all contact. so, you thought why not get payback. oliver had really underestimated how vengeful you could be, sleeping with his own teammate.
“anyone important?”, sae asks.
you type up your reply, sending it before smiling at sae, shaking your head, “no.”
baby ♡
i’m sorryyyyy :(
9:20 pm
baby ♡
i’m super busy tonight, maybe tomorrow?
9:20 pm
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹🪩♡
oliver sighs at the text. he knew he was losing you, and he knew you was with another guy. he didn’t have definitive proof, but he saw the questionable texts between you and other guys, the ‘settings’ notification from your phone and your instant reaction to hide it. it was all the same tactics he used.
he never said anything about it either, it’s not like he was in any position to. and despite what you believed, he really did love you. it was just hard for him to give up his life as a single man, even though he knew that was no excuse. he didn’t just want to lose you. he thought maybe if you had your fun like him, you both could work things out, but he knew it was wishful thinking.
“it’s alright, sweets. i don’t need to head off after all.”, oliver says, forcing a smile on his face as he looked down at the naked girl who stared at him with pure adoration whilst he sat in her bed, his back against the headboard.
she smile, “good. i can have you all to myself.”
“yeah..”, he breaths out, putting his phone back on her nightstand, wondering how the hell he got himself into a situation like this, struggling to find any reasonable solution.

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coveting you. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE
pairing: markhyuck x afab!reader
words: 4.9k+
summary: hotel room walls are thin, but mark guesses that you and donghyuck really don’t care.
genre: smut
warnings: voyeurism, sir kink, daddy kink, spanking, pussy slapping, degradation, breeding kink, public sex, fingering, cocky!hyuck, face slapping, squirting, choking
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Mark swears on his life that he isn’t the one who started this. He didn’t necessarily stop it either, but that’s besides the point.
You don’t visit Donghyuck often due to your conflicting schedules, with his being way more hectic than yours. Every once in a while though, your boyfriend will profess that he misses you and desperately needs to see you. He’ll buy a plane ticket for you at the next concert date, not caring which country it’s in or if you’ve even requested time off from work.
Mark likes you. You’re not as rowdy as Donghyuck, possessing more of a level-headed mindset. You’re easy on the eyes too, but he’d never tell Donghyuck that in fear of his member teasing him relentlessly for having a crush on his girlfriend. You’ve spoken briefly to Mark in passing, complimenting his skills on stage or asking politely if he would like to join you and Donghyuck for dinner. Mark usually declines, not wanting to intrude on your personal time.
The first time Donghyuck flew you out and you slept over, Mark was placed in the hotel room on the complete opposite end of the floor. He didn’t hear anything regarding your antics until Renjun grumbled the next day about not getting any sleep because of the two lovebirds.
The time after that, Mark was two doors down from Donghyuck’s room but he swears he never heard a peep. Jungwoo was the one complaining the following morning, requesting for you to be mindful of other people’s bedtimes.
This time, however, Mark is situated directly next to your room. They’ve just wrapped up their latest concert and after a quick basketball game with Chenle, all Mark wants to do is curl up in bed and fall asleep.
You don’t exactly make that task very easy for him.
He’s tucked safely under the blankets when his ears catch your moan. At first, he’s not certain he heard you correctly. He shakes off the feeling before snuggling deeper into the duvet.
Then, Donghyuck’s unmistakable voice snarls, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
A whimper vibrates through the flimsy wall. “Y-Yes. I promise, sir. I’ll be a good girl.”
Mark’s wide awake now. His eyes are as wide as saucers, in pure disbelief of what he’s currently hearing.
“I don’t think so,” Donghyuck chuckles. “You’ve been acting like such a brat tonight. If you’re such a good girl, why were you draped all over Mark earlier, hm? This sweet little pussy was dripping for him, I just know it.”
You had been asking Mark for guitar lessons during soundcheck, smiling shyly at him whenever you plucked at the wrong cord. He taught you patiently in between practicing dances, showing you the basics before offering to teach you in longer sessions. Whenever he glanced over at Donghyuck, your boyfriend didn’t seem to care about whatever occurred between you.
Evidently, Mark sees that this isn’t the case.
“No, sir,” you deny. “I was just asking him to teach me guitar, I swear!”
“I don’t think so, baby. I know what I saw. You were basically asking him to fuck you in private. What, you don’t want me to watch?”
A loud slap echoes throughout the room. Mark jumps at the sound and lifts the blanket to gaze down at his sweatpants, swallowing when he sees a noticeable bulge making an appearance. He shuts his eyes tightly, hoping sleep will somehow find him so he can forget this all happened in the morning.
“I do want you to watch, sir.”
“Yeah? You want me to watch Mark pound this tight pussy of yours? You want me to watch him fuck you until you’re crying? God, you’re pathetic.”
Another slap jolts through Mark’s chest. He shudders, resisting the urge to tug at his length while he imagines what Donghyuck could possibly be doing to you in the next room over. He pictures you bent over the edge of the mattress, ass shoved high in the air as Donghyuck’s hand collides with the skin roughly.
Fuck. Mark should really go to bed.
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Lira followed Tylio's gaze, first momentarily floating over a group of teenagers before continuing on their search. Lira rolled her eyes with a smirk. She had spotted the teens before as well. But teens were off limit for her...hopefully Tylio didn't think she was the kind of person to rip off kids? That wasn't the impression she wanted to give off. Caring about how people perceive you? He continues to be a bad influence! Their beers arrived and Lira, after handing Tylio his, immediately took a big swing of the beverage. It felt so good, she had been so thirsty. It was the kind of thirst that wasn't satisfied with only water or juice. She let out a small audible moan as the bottle left her lips. A little hesitantly the drifter let the bottle sink down again, knowing that she would have to hold herself back with the alcohol, since she had more, bigger plans with Tylio tonight As the blonde made his suggestion Lira nonchalantly lowered his finger but listened closely, her eyes following his. Tylio really knew how to pick 'em. "Hm..." the brunette pressed her lips together and exhaled through her nose while contemplating. The guy looked a bit older, and like he had made some previous experiences with drugs. Which was a risk, but possibly a benefit as well? "So...here's the math..." she turned back to Tylio. He wanted to know about the lifestyle, why not give him a lesson in scamming?

"He's older, which means he's experienced, m'kay? He'll likely notice after his first try ten minutes or so that he was sold trash. But..." another swig of her beer. It was now more than half empty. "...but, maybe we can convince him to buy in bulk and then we just dip...that might work..." a challenge. Lira's expression changed from busy to excited. But for a second the fact that Tylio was with her made her unsure. "You...gotta act the part though for that to work." she almost mumbled, her voice carrying some insecurity. For a brief moment the realization that Tylio was now also sort of her responsibility hit her. The possibility of him getting beat up first, due to him being a man, was high. The drifter laughed. "I just caught myself wanting to go easy on ya'. Come on." she hooked her arm into his and started walking towards their target. Her voice lowered so only her partner in crime could hear as she playfully leaned on his shoulder "We wanted to sell this bulk to some other guy, 'kay? But he dipped so we just wanna sell it off for a lower price so it's gone." she explained, making it all sound like facts. Slipping him the baggy she purposefully 'stumbled' against their target, leaving Tylio the opportunity wide open, expecting foolish greatness.
You should have fed this woman before you left the house, Tylio thought to himself as he watched her carelessly bite into a trash doughnut. As he glanced at Pontus', the animal's blank stare seemed to suggest that this was not the first time.
When Lira revealed to him that she was only selling caffeine pills, Tylio was at first relieved. But then he wondered how she planned to deal with the inevitable anger people would feel once they realized they'd been ripped off. Was she not worried that they would come after her? Maybe they were too busy trying to score drugs that they didn't have time to track her down. She certainly seemed relaxed.
"C'est incroyable", he mumbled with a hint of sarcasm, which didn't seem to faze Lira in the slightest. As it turned out, she also had a system for keeping her stuff 'safe'. He watched her chuck her bag down next to Pontus and wondered how much of a guard dog he really was. Again, he didn't question it. He was an observer tonight. And a participant, but mostly an observer.
He gave Pontus a knowing nod, before following Lira into the club. It was more crowded than he realized. He let his eyes wander across a sea of black eyeliner, studded leather jackets, platform boots and dyed hair and then glanced back at Lira. He chuckled. She kind of stood out, actually. Compared to these people, her look was a lot more casual. His smile disappeared when she took another dig at him and he simply shook his head, as if he wasn't going to dignify that with a response.
"Maybe...", he started, his eye briefly falling on a group of three teenagers in the corner of the room. He wasn't about to encourage her to rip off a bunch of teens, though, so he quickly moved on and pointed out a guy standing near the bathroom. He seemed to be in his thirties, with a cigarette in hand and a look of mild boredom and frustration on his painted face. Tylio wasn't sure why this guy stood out to him, maybe he just recognized that expression because he'd so often seen it in the mirror. He leaned closer, placing his hand on Lira's shoulder as he pointed the guy out to her as discreetly as possible. "...this guy seems bored, no? You could probably interest him in buying something."
#tyliocellier#:: here ya go Tylio#you wanted this#xD#she'd absolutely protect him if things were to go south#next stop is a train kids spot whaddaya say?#where she'll want to get them some shrooms#there's cool people gonna be there I think#just to show Tylio that some street folk r not losers lol
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It's the expression on Adrien's face--the absolute shock that plays over his features as he's hoisted feet-first off the ground--that tells Ladybug she fucked up. But by then it's too late to change course. He's already hanging upside down in the alley, blinking slowly as her yo-yo string twists him slowly around to face her.
They lock eyes, and for a moment her heart drops. This is it. This is where he realizes what a mess she is, that he should want nothing to do with her. But then...
He bursts out laughing. Outright cackling, really--hard enough that his cheeks turn as red as her suit.
Or maybe that's just gravity making the blood rush to his head.
"This isnt--hahaha-- exactly what I meant," he chokes out.
Shame prickles the back of her neck. "I'm sorry! You said spiderman kiss, and...and...I panicked! It's been so long since I've seen that movie, and I forgot who was supposed to be hanging, and--"
He cuts her off with more laughter, and her mood shifts from anxiety--clearly, he isn't mad--to indignation.
"It's not that funny," she grumbles. Even though she's mostly just upset at herself for ruining the moment.
She's not even sure he hears her that time, but by the time he twists around to face her again, taking in her glower and the way her arms are crossed across her chest, his expression softens.
"Ladybug?"
She narrows her eyes slightly in lieu of answering, and his lips quirk up--well, down--again.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asks.
Oh.
It's obvious what he means--even without the way he puckers his lips somewhat obnoxiously. But he's earned a little teasing before he gets what he wants.
"I guess I could let you down," she muses, unable to hide a smirk of her own as she lets the yo-yo go slack for a moment.
She's perfectly in control the whole time, having calculated the exact distance she needs to let him fall to bring his lips level with hers. But he doesn't need to know that, and she can't help but giggle when he yelps in alarm right before she pulls the string taut.
"What's wrong?" she asks. "Did you think I'd let you fall?"
He shakes his head fiercely--which makes him bob comically from side to side. His grin's already widening again. "Never. But it wouldn't be the first time I fell for you..."
She huffs at him--partly in exhasperation, but mostly to try and hide the way that even when he's joking it turns her insides to mush. Still, she can't stay away much longer.
Just as his eyes are about to spin out of her sight again, she stops him. One of her hands cups his cheek while the other holds tight to her yo-yo string; she certainly doesn't want to drop him now.
She leans in slowly, stopping mere centimetres from his lips. "I think this is kind of fitting, actually."
He visibly swallows. "How so?"
"Because...you're kind of my hero."
His squeak of surprise vibrates against her mouth, tasting of chocolate and glee. She wastes no time before exploring what other sounds she can tease out of him.
#coffeebanana writes#ficlet#miraculous ladybug#ladrien#okay this tiny little idea has been floating through my head since at least june but i never got around to writing it#then tonight i was just like...hm. why not?
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starting to kind of date someone right before christmas is so stressful fr. do i get him a gift or what we've been on two dates but i'm seeing him tonight n it's christmas eve.....but what if he didn't get me anything then it will be weird.....
#i planned to try to find something small enough that i could easily carry around concealed then take it out if he got something for me#but the thing i got ened up being a bit too big for that lol#im gonna bring a big bag of gifts for all my friends maybe and then it won't be weird idk#by some miracle my mom showed me a bag of emergency gifts for the girlies and i was like cool im taking all of them tonight 😂#which was not what she intended lol#but im gonna do it#if i had time i would have gotten him something different but its good enough#he mentioned a book he hadn't read last night so would have been cool the got him that but its too late its a music hat now#if he even got me anything idk#but he specifically told me he was last minute christmas shopping so idk#i am over analyzing this for sure tho#anyway most unrealistic part of christmas romance movies is they're not anxious wondering whether to gift or not to gift#also im lowkey scared abt new years 😳#not that i wouldn't like to kiss him probably but i already have a hard time looking at him without blushing 😂#so that would make it 10000x worse lmao#also idk if i want to kiss him JUST bc its new years instead of waiting for the right moment to just happen? idk i dont wanna rush things#its not for sure we'll be together at midnight on new years idk what his plans are#but we'll see#anyway things are going well but moving faster than expected 😅#also not 100% sure i'm seeing him tonight and def not tomorrow so that might take the gift pressure off but idk#waiting to hear back abt tonight#😐😐😐#also idk why we waited until we were both on break from work to do stuff bc honestly every time we've met it's been after work hours anyway#however it allows us to stay up later than on work nights which is nice#he didn't leave my house until after 11 last night lol#anyway trying hard not to get swept up in all this while its new but fr im like oh this is what it's supposed to feel like 🥺#never been in love before every relationship i've had was awk and forced was starting to think maybe im just not capable of love#but literally cuddling on the couch watching it's a wonderful life last night i was like hm i'm definitely capable of love actually#not saying im actually there yet but it would be soooo easy to fall for this guy which is p scary actually#esp bc im not sure it would work for other reasons
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just occurred to me that “my brain has been fighting me and I have to keep forcing myself to brush my teeth lately” and “brushing my teeth is making me gag a lot super easily lately” are perhaps more related that I realised
#and now I feel really dumb lol#like hm I wonder why my brain is suddenly so resistant to brushing my teeth hm that’s frustrating#and wasn’t till tonight#when I gagged hard enough to have a moment where I was genuinely concerned I was going to be sick#that I was like wait#🙃#makes me feel better tho bc I’ve been big time like wow look at me suddenly failing at being a functional human again :)#but no turns out there is a reason and I just hadn’t connected them lol#vomit cw#maybe? just in case?
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★ thinking about suguru being your academic rival, the unspoken competition between you beginning on the very first day of college when the advanced calculus professor handed out a brain teaser to help everyone settle in, only for you and suguru to be the only students able to solve it. the problem?
he finished it a second before you did.
and from then on, the two of you would compare everything: average GPA score, exam grades, pop quiz results, who could make the other cum quicker — oh yeah… how could you forget to mention the part where somewhere along the way, the tension between you managed to leak from the classroom into the bedroom. oops.
so that’s how you find yourself in your current position of trying to take suguru down your throat while he simultaneously attempts to ruin your focus by flicking the tip of his annoyingly talented tongue over your swollen clit.
“aww, is someone struggling?” he purrs, violet eyes boring into the back of your head while he continues his languid licks through your embarrassingly wet folds. “y’know… this could all be over right now if you just admit that you can’t keep up with me.”
“s-shut up,” you grumble weakly, briefly pulling off of his cock to speak with a lewd string of saliva connecting your heaving lips to the thick head. “i can keep up just fine.”
“oh, really?” he drawls, tone dripping with condescension while he trails a slender finger down the curve of your spine, causing your body to arch instinctively and sink down even further onto his mouth in response. “is that why you’re giving me a blowjob so bad that i’d think it was your first time if i didn’t know any better, hm?”
instead of using your mouth to shoot back another sharp retort; you decide to put it to better use by inhaling a deep, steadying breath and lowering it down on suguru’s length once again, taking him right to the base and fighting the urge to gag as his fat tip rubs against the back of your throat.
“s-shit,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his own ministrations forgotten entirely as his hips involuntarily buck upwards into your mouth. “if you don’t stop that i’m g-gonna fuckin’ cum.”
determined to make him lose control before you do, you start to bob your head up and down on his girth as fast as you can. but just when you begin to let yourself believe that you’re guaranteed to win this round, he pulls out one last trick from up his sleeve.
he bites your clit, sharp canines grazing the sensitive bud in a way that causes your throat to clamp down on his cock and your vision to flash white for a few long moments as your climax suddenly washes over you — but he’s faring no better either, a low groan spilling from his lips as thick ropes of his cum spurt straight down your throat.
“huh. guess we can call this round a tie then,” suguru hums in a frustratingly casual manner, pushing some stray raven hairs back from his forehead and flashing you a cat-like smile as you peer at him dazedly over your shoulder. “what do you say we make it the best of out of three tonight, hm?”
#!! hellokittyish#jjk#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x reader smut#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#geto suguru#geto x reader#geto smut#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru smut#suguru geto#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto smut#geto x you#getou suguru x reader
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two days in a row babeyyy what's up !!!
anyway i got maybe 3 hours of sleep last night which was the main detractor to my day, we'll see how tonight goes <3
but while i was up last night i found out there's a new asdf movie !!!!! and i'd been thinking about an old ml au (someone else's) and i looked it up and was able to find it :D (most of it, anyway, the initial idea was from a blog that's gone now 😔 but there was another blog that posted some ficlets set in the au and i was able to revisit those !)
had to do some waiting around, which was fine and i'd brought activities for it, but it only took an hour instead of the two or so i was expecting??? so that was swag !
went to the library!!!!! they did not actually have the sequel i was looking for in stock despite their website saying they should have a copy o)-( the librarian guy that was helping me look for it ordered it over from a different location though so i should be able to read it soon!
and i found three other books to bring home with me anyway asdlkjfas;dlkfja and a couple more i put my eye on but didn't want to check out and overwhelm myself*
AND my library's doing a summer reading challenge and i have been. going wild with it alskdjfas;lkdfja but i got to pick up the sign-up and half way prizes while i was there!!!!
*one of the books i put my eye on!!! is a sequel to a book i own!! which i did not know existed but i'm v excited about it :DD the one i own is The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe ! v good, like a ya thriller w/ a bi mc who was raised by a con artist and spent her childhood helping pull cons, and now she's caught in a bank heist and it's GOOD alskdjfa;sldkfj
just looked at the goodreads comments for the sequel S:LDKFJ
the top two are "SEQUEL TO THE GIRLS IVE BEEN??? WHAT THE HELL IM LITERALLY EATING MY ARM WHAT THW FUCK WHAT" and "hello the girls ive been sequel : ) i will be normal about you" LKJSD:LFKJG:LWEKFJWGH:LKEGJ:LSJK MOOD
oh SPEAKING of losing my mind over things. worked on my dnd girl a bit more ahhhhh i love her o)-(
wore my shark earrings today and got complimented on them! :D
had a cute outfit ofc but more importantly it was cozy and comfy <3
hung out with kris and casper for a while in vc!!! it was gencuinely a good time alskdjfa;sd <33
also hung out with my parents some, just chilling in the living room together :] that was nice
played some spiritfarer and OH my goodness. i got stanley on my boat and i'm immediately in love 🥺 v much "i've only had him for 5 minutes but if anything happened to him i would kill everybody on this boat and then myself" alskdjfas;lkjfas;fkja
#simultaneously like 'why did nobody tell me about stanley oh my gosh' and also v glad his introduction was a complete surprise#i'm trying to avoid spoilers alskdfsj;jaf#meri monologues#it's a good good good good good good morning#casper don't look at this part it's got spoilers !!!!! shhhhhhh don't look!!!!#anyway another good thing is while i was waiting then i designed a card for casper and it was v fun <3#also i'm mailing them a little crochet guy and it's kinda flat but certainly not like if it was just paper; so i was like hm how many stamp#will this thing need AND AS IT TURNS OUT. ONE. huge win for the meri community tonight asldkfjas;ldja
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#started working a second job tonight#it was. hm.#not bad and there are definitely some major perks to it but it's just not what i want to do with my life yanno?#like it's not even adjacent really#why won't anyone hire me to research/write/do paperwork for 8-10 hours per day#all i'm asking for is $30000. that's entry level and i even have a degree. c'mon#and now a job i've been coveting is opening up but i literally just took this other job#the job i want might be more fulfilling but my availability may not suit it since i'm almost done becoming a shift manager at my first job#and i need to prioritize it bc it looks good on a resume and one of my bosses is going on maternity leave in a few weeks#and i promised i'd cover for her. it would be so shitty to back out on an 8 months pregnant woman who's been so good to me like that#plus the job i want actually pays less than the second job i just got#and stockpiling money is my main priority atm tbh#i can't escape my current situation unless i make enough to actually put some in savings every month#and every bit helps#idk. what a conundrum.
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nanami drabble based on this (minors do not interact)
your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.
“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.
“i want you to fuck me.”
“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”
“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"
“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”
“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”
he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.
but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.
he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.
kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”
pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”
but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”
your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”
“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again
#ramonaᝰ#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#kento nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#nanami smut#nanami kento smut#nanami kento#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#jujutsu kaisen nanami#jjk nanami#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen drabbles#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen x you#kento nanami#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x y/n#nanami headcanons#kento x y/n#kento nanami smut#kento x you#kento x reader#jujutsu nanami#jjk imagines
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F⍣CK HER ‘TILL SHE SORE!
★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ He’s not addicted to your cũnt—he swears. He swears even as he’s forced the fourth ōrgasm out of you tonight; and there’s more to come.
★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight còckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)
✧・゚𝓖. 𝓢 ✧・゚
Gojo didn’t even know how he even initially found himself inside you—it was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.
But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.
“Stay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,” he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasn’t a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.
You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgotten—only serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.
He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. “Mh—!”
And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.
Or two.
Hell, he couldn’t even promise it wouldn’t be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.
Satoru’s hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.
“You like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?” He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whine—too drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.
“Always so dumb once I get inside you,”
✧・゚𝓒.𝓚✧・゚
Choso doesn’t have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps it’s the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you look—tears in your eyes and all—but he does know that he’d die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.
And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.
Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks he’s really found heaven. Right between your legs.
“Baby, slow down, Cho,” you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and he’s so big compared to you.
Sometimes he might forget that—but could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.
Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.
“‘S okay, you can take it,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.
“Just..one more, baby,”
✧・゚𝓝.𝓚✧・゚
Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how you’ve changed him in ways he couldn’t himself in the past years you’ve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.
But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and that’s new territory for him.
What’s worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how he’d really do anything just to be inside you—not like he’s denying that—but he can’t retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, he’ll prove it.
“Kento, what’re you—“ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.
His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesn’t begin to move. The reason being—well, he’s testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.
Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.
“Proving to you that ‘m not—“ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.
“That you’re not what?” you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. “Know you wanna move. ‘M not stopping you either, ken.”
You’re so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and they’d touch, but he won’t, of course. But…when you’re fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isn’t anything to prove.
Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.
✧・゚𝓣.𝓕✧・゚
Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studied—because there’s absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.
Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.
“A what?” Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.
“A Sex ban, Toji.” you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.
“‘M not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and y’know what that means.” he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.
“But, really baby, we—you need a break.” you protested, but just couldn’t counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.
Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.
He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You weren’t one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.
“Now ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?” he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.
“Good girl,”
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trouble sleeping? // j.m
warnings: fluff, cuddling, kissing, pet names.
summary: jjs girlfriend is having trouble sleeping <3
small blurb for my baby @jjblunts requested by this ask, i hope you like it!
for a couple days now, you've been having sleeping problems. when you lay in bed, you toss and turn for hours until you fall asleep, waking up with a sore back and grouchy from the lack of sleep.
however, jj has been noticing the slight changes in appearance and mood from you. he's been noticing dark circles starting to form, and the way you've been super quiet all day, and drinking multiple cups of coffee to stay awake.
he didnt know what was going on, but he knew he wanted to help. so tonight, instead of laying on the couch, he comes in to sleep with you instead.
you had been laying on your back, desperately trying to get just an ounce of sleep, but there was no use. you let out a huff of frustration and turn onto your side, hugging the pillows close to you.
as your fighting to fall asleep, you hear the door creaking, meaning someone has entered the room. you open you eyes to see the blonde standing above you.
he reaches down to carress your cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb across it. "hey babydoll. you cant sleep?" he asks softly.
you smile softly up at him, a tired and weak smile on your face. "no..." you shake your head.
he sighs, sliding into bed next to you gently moving you over by your waist to make room for him. "why didn't you tell me baby? you know i would've came to sleep with you." he says, running his fingers through your hair gently.
you lean into his touch, resting your head on his pec. "i dunno, didn't wanna bother you..."
he chuckles softly "baby your never bothering me. jus' go to sleep, hm?" he says, and moves your hair away from your face to kiss your forehead.
within minutes, your softly snoring in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
he smiles, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. "sweet dreams, sweetheart." he says before falling asleep, holding your body against his protectively.
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━━ ❝ come and put your name on it ❞


special treatment : lap edition
☾₊‧⁺...ft. : gojo satoru + geto suguru + nanami kento + fushiguro toji + hakari kinji
☾₊‧⁺...cw : cockwarming, somnophilia, dirty talk, grinding + dry humping, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, edging, oral fixation, satoru's silly pet names, suguru being smug, kento being a desperate man, toji being toji, kinji being a bully

✧ g. satoru : sometimes gojo knows he fucks you too good to the point you can't think after, something he brags about to you all the time. but when you snuggle up to him, still stuffed with his cock and warm with his cum, he can't help but run his hands all over you. and when he realizes you fell asleep on his dick, his heart squeezes and his cock throbs hard.
"pretty angel, did you fall asleep? oh, that's just precious...you're making my heart squeeze, i wish i had my phone, you look so cute like this." "did you say my name? dreaming about me? god, you're so precious, i could just fuck you like this...shit, don't fuckin' squeeze on me like that, are you having a wet dream right now? god, i love you so fucking much." "aww, my little mochi is so cute! look at youuu, you're gushin' all over the place. messy fucking pussy too small to keep my cock and all my cum inside you." "mm, fuck, pretty thing. you wakin' up? hi pretty girl...oooh, fuck, d-did you just cum? holy fuck, c'mon, baby, on your back, lemme fuck you, princess, let 'toru make you cum again, yeah?”
✧ g. suguru : suguru's softly cooing at you when you sleepily walk into the living room, whining to him that you had a dream and you wanted him to 'fix the problem he caused.' all he can do is just chuckle at how childish and bratty you can be as his hands are moving up and down your sides while he grinds up into you.
"you're such a brat, you know that right? always blaming me for your dreams. it's not my fault you can't stop thinking about how good i fuck you." "hmm? ooh, i see...you keep having dreams of me cumming inside you, hm? are you trying to say something, princess? d'you want me to start breeding you?" "i didn't say stop moving, did i? or do you need me to do all the work? heh, so spoiled, i've spoiled you absolutely rotten." "i know, but just cum once like this, won't you? if you do, i promise i'll fill your cute pussy with my cum, okay? mhm, promise, princess, i'll give you what you need."
✧ n. kento : nanami loves having you close to him, especially when you sit in his lap. it lets him nuzzle his nose into your neck, pressing little kisses where he can while your legs are spread over his strong thighs, his thick fingers leisurely pumping in and out of your needy hole, chuckling against your skin whenever you jolt.
"honey, have i mentioned how gorgeous you are? you look so beautiful like this...spread open and wanting, just for me." "you're sucking my fingers in so well. look at that...do you think you can take a third?" "it's so messy. look at what you've done to my fingers, honey, they're soaked. clean them off for me, i want you to taste yourself before i put them back in. maybe tonight we can make you squirt, hm? do you wanna try, darling?" "you think you're going to cum again? poor thing, your little cunt is so greedy, she just wants to cum over and over again on my fingers...is my cock not good enough for you, mm? aww, don't pout, i'm just teasing you, darling." "i know, i know, it's too much, but you can take it. be my good girl, just take it and keep cumming until you can't anymore."
✧ f. toji : sitting on toji's lap is, in his mind, an invitation for him to run his hands all over you. his cock is already hard in his sweats, but he's subdued the second you get comfortable and slowly grind against him, groaning when you press sweet kisses into his neck.
"tch, are you gonna let me fuck your thighs t'night? pretty please? yeah, that's right, i'm askin' nicely. why? don't play stupid, doll, you know what they do to me." "shit...keep moving those hips, sweetheart, you feel so fuckin' good like this." "god, i can feel that pretty pussy leaking through my sweats. big bad toji make you that fuckin' wet, mama? y'like grinding that clit on my dick through my pants? dirty fucking girl." "mmh, you keep tugging my hair like that and I'm not even gonna take you to the bedroom, i will fuck you into this damn couch, woman.” "listen here, wifey, I'll wreck your cunt until you can't think about anything but me inside you. hell, I'll ruin this stupid couch in the process, i don't give a fuck about stainin' it."
✧ h. kinji : when you sit on kinji's lap, it's when he's watching a fight on tv. you can tell it's not going how he wants it to go, the toothpick between his teeth being gnawed on. when you make eye contact with him, he just raises an eyebrow, one of his hands squeezing your hip.
"cupcake, do me a favor and get on my dick before i get up and give us a reason to get a new tv." "hey, hey, don't move yet, let me see if he lands this punch...don't whine like that before i put my fingers in that pretty little mouth t' shut you up." "you always squeeze so tight when i press down on your tongue like this...pretty thing likes that shit, doesn't she? go on, fuck yourself on my dick while you drool all on my fingers like a slut." "mm, shit, baby, i can't focus on that bullshit fight, lemme help you. yeah, thaaaat's it, let your boy fuck you nice and deep, make ya cream, juuuust like this."

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— ୨ৎ panties to the side

synopsis: teasing rafe with the lingerie he gifted you so much during your valentines date, he snaps and bends you over the counter in a restaurant bathroom. authors note: very excited about valentines day if you couldn't tell. a little pissed cause why is it so hard to find cute valentines pics?! ( •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) anywaysss, enjoy!! content warnings: not proofread. contains smut, mdni. rafe's (very canon) obsession with lace. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. public sex. implications of almost being caught at the end. lmk if i missed anyway <3
it was all his fault—or at least that's how you viewed it. he had left you all alone for several weeks to go on some stupid trip to Morocco that he wouldn't give up the smallest detail about. and it's not like you could easily satisfy yourself either; rafe meant it when he said nothing and no one could compare to him. not to mention all of your toys that mysteriously went missing the day he left. so of course you'd be a little extra needy the day he came back.
rafe was trying to be patient with you—he really was. but you kept leaning over in that tight sexy low cut red dress, purposely putting your perfect tits on full display for him; and they way he'd catch you eye fucking him whenever you thought he wasn't looking made him want to rip that dress off of you in front of everyone.
the worst part is how infuriatingly coy you've been acting all night whenever he'd try to confront you; casually brushing it off as him being dirty minded.
“rafe.” you drawl, looking up from the menu and finding rafe starring at your exposed cleavage for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight. his tongue instinctively sticks out to lick his lips, eyes darting up to meet yours before he clears his throat, leaning back in his seat. he was already unashamedly hard under the table, not at all bothering to hide it. “yeah, sweetheart?”
“i need to go to the bathroom n touch up my makeup. tell the waiter i want the chicken marsala when they come over, ‘kay?” you murmured, already standing from your seat and grabbing your purse. “alright,” rafe hummed, calling after you “hurry back, yeah?”
“uh huh.” you nod curtly, trying to fight smirk on your face as you purposely let your tube of lip gloss slip from your bag. all so you could bend over and pick it up on your way to the bathroom, causing your tiny dress to ride up, exposing the swell of your ass to him, clad in the red lacy panties he had surprised you with this morning—the ones he specifically told you to save for tonight.
that's all it took for rafe to snap and confirm you knew exactly what you've been doing all night.
he shot up from his seat, the metal legs of the chair scraping against the marble floors as he hasted to the women's bathroom, swinging the door open, eliciting gasps from both you and the other two women at the sinks.
“you two get the hell out.” rafe grunted, already moving behind you to press his hand to the small of your back, bending you over the counter as the women hurriedly grab their things and leave the bathroom.
“can't fuckin take you anywhere, hm?” his hands travel down, lifting the bottom of your dress, bunching it around your waist. “mmh, just couldn't wait til later.” you respond softly, hooking your fingers into the waistband of your panties to pull them down, only to have rafe grip your wrists and place your hands onto the counter in front of you. “nah, keep em on. bought them for a reason, yeah?”
the rattle of his belt being undone fills the bathroom, the sound of his zipper unfastening following soon after. he slides his pants along with his boxers down in one swift movement, letting them fall to his ankles, revealing his hard and throbbing cock; the tip flushed with beads of precum dripping down the shaft.
he pulls his tongue between his teeth as he uses one hand to hook his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, the material of the lace rubbing against your sensitive bud, making a soft whimper leave your mouth. “ah, yeah—fuck—look at that. all fuckin wet just by me sitting there. tsk tsk, you've gotten nastier since i've been gone, yeah?” he groans, eyes fixed on the way your juices are saturating your panties. “damn, baby...i love these panties on you..so pretty. gonna order you ten more when we get home, alright?” you could tell how true that statement was by the way his fingers ran over the lace, admiring the delicate pattern against your skin with an intense stare.
rafe ran his tongue over his bottom lip, rubbing his flushed tip through your puffy drenched folds before easily sliding into your drooling cunt. “o-oh my gosh” you mewl, hands gripping the counter as his cock slides in and out of you in quick, deep strokes; your gummy walls clenching around him every time he brushes against your cervix. “fuuck.” rafe groaned, jaw going slack as he grabbed onto the fabric of your panties, pulling you back into him to meet his thrust “grippin me so fuckin good.”
“bet this is all you were think’n about, huh? you knew what you were doing all night, baby. you just needed this cock, hm?” rafe murmured, watching you through the mirror—the way your glossed lips parted, brows furrowed in pleasure, eyes fluttering whenever his angle would change ever so slightly.
“mmhm.” you reply in a whine, your grip on the counter tightening as you bite down on your already swollen lips, trying to keep your moans and whimpers from being heard by anyone behind the door. “shit, that all you can say? got’cha all speechless already.” a strangled moan leaves you in response, your mind becoming cloudy and overwhelmed as his thumb presses to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles on the throbbing bud.
“r-rafe...” you whimper as your legs start trembling and your eyes squeeze shut. rafe groans softly, feeling you start to clench around him. “mmh i know, i know,” he murmured, the speed of both his hips and thumb increasing. “you gonna cum, yeah? go on, baby...lemme have it.”
your eyes roll back as the coil in your stomach finally snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as your orgasm washes over you. rafe continues his thrusts as your cunt flutters around him, your body slumping over the counter as he helps you ride out your climax.
the way you squeezed around him pushed rafe over the edge, jaw going slack as his cock twitches inside of you, thick, hot ropes of cum painting your walls. “fuuck.” he moans as his eyes flutter shut briefly before they open again, watching you through the mirror. leisurely, his movements fade until he eventually comes to a halt, his breathing ragged.
leaning forward, rafe plants a few kisses on your trembling body, opening his mouth to speak before he's interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
shit.
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OBSESSED. ☆ SYLUS QIN.

📰 extra, extra! why is your bodyguard so obsessed with you? girl, you wanna know...
warnings. fem!reader, popstar!reader, bodyguard!sylus, established romantic history ( very brief ), pet names, semi-public, fingering, oral ( fem. receiving ), cowgirl, unprotected p in v. wc. 4.6k.
an. reused the header and a bit of the plot from an aaron hotchner fanfic i wrote on wattpad in like… 2021??? tweaked most of the details obvs but ig i was born as a bodyguard au lover
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Your bodyguard was such a buzzkill.
Dragging you out of every party you make an appearance at, replacing your shots with water once he believes you’ve had one too many, watching you like a hawk no matter where you are or who you’re with...
You despise those who have an inability to have fun, so as far as you’re concerned, Sylus is the devil reincarnated. You aren’t exactly shy about your opinion of him either, and perhaps in hindsight, that is exactly why he was currently pacing through the party you’re in attendance of to try and ruin your night yet again.
(Ruin your night or… do his job? Hell if you care about the logistics of it all. Two sides of the same coin, you think.)
His protective instinct only grew more intense ever since the two of you shared a kiss before a concert of yours that left your lipstick smeared over your face like there was no tomorrow…
And what did that asshole do? Nothing. It was in his nature to make your life miserable after all. Sylus let you walk out in front of your thousands of fans, makeup messy and appearance disheveled all from his mouth on yours alone.
And boy, did the tabloids have a time with that one… Who was the culprit? A new fling of yours? Fiancé? Possible baby daddy? Each and every news outlet had some uniquely wrong to say. Can’t a girl have a makeout session with her bodyguard in peace?
Unfortunately for you, the paparazzi have been hounding you ever since that day, itching to get the 4-1-1 on your love life.
And ever since, you haven’t given many people the time of day—including Sylus. Tonight, you’ve managed to stay two steps ahead of your dear bodyguard and evade eventual capture for just a bit longer. You’re currently surrounded by a few of your friends, socialites and actors alike.
Your lips seem to flap freely when you have a few drinks in you, but tonight, you’re sober but even more talkative than ever. Your chosen topic of conversation? Your overbearing and stupidly handsome bodyguard, of course.
Too lost in your story, waving your arms around to your theatrical pleasure, you hardly noticed the way your friends’ faces paled to a ghostly shade of white, their eyes nearly bulging out of their heads and their lips parted as if they had something to say but… couldn’t.
All the while, you were too busy blowing off the steam that you’d acquired from your last encounter with the forsaken bodyguard. “…And I was like, why are you so obsessed with me?”
As fate would have it, you hear a throat clear behind you followed by an annoyed sigh that you’ve grown to know like the back of your hand. You spin around, already wearing a scowl.
“Obsessed with you, hm?” Sylus says, his voice low and seemingly dangerous, though your utter distaste for the man rids him of his intimidation. “You’re quite self important. I could never live in a world where I’d fall at the feet of an egotistical popstar.”
You roll your eyes at that. Who does he think he is? Everyone loves you—all except for the disgustingly handsome man standing in front of you.
“Mm… well, you can always die an untimely death and never have to work for me again,” you reply, giving him the most passive aggressive smile known to man. “Hopefully that gives you an ounce of hope.”
“It does,” he replies, returning the same expression that you gave him.
It’s borderline infuriating how undisturbed Sylus was. No, it is infuriating. No matter how many insults you chucked his way, he never cracked. (And the one time he did, it led to the two of you playing tonsil tennis in your dressing room...)
You shake your head, huffing in utter annoyance. You then hold your wrists up for display, cocking your head to the side as you give him a mock puppy dog expression. “Sooo… are you here to take me away, Officer Buzzkill?”
Sylus merely blinks in response to your taunting, taking a firm grasp on one of your wrists before he tugs you through the sea of partygoers. He laces your fingers together, squeezing tight as to not lose hold of you.
“Must you always make things so difficult?” he asks, keeping his eyes ahead.
You shrug your shoulders. “More or less.”
“More or less?” he echoes, glancing over his shoulder to properly look at you. “I suggest you try a different style of communication, sweetness. Your clipped attitude will get you nowhere.”
“Oh? But it’s gotten me so far already…” you trail off, glancing at his lips for a few agonizingly long seconds before a smirk tugs on the corner of your mouth. “In fact, I think it can get me even further.”
Sylus’s jaw tenses, his eyes slipping shut as he tears his gaze away from you. He can’t handle the way you’re looking at him—so unbelievably beautiful with those siren eyes of yours, the mere sight of you already stirring something unwanted within him.
He turns around to continue leading you through the crowd without a reply. You begin to glance around yourself, attempting to plot your brilliant escape.
“Don’t,” he flatly states, his iron grip tightening on your hand.
“Why not?” you ask, your voice holding a strong tone of defiance.
Sylus gives your hand one solid tug before you’re standing in front of him, his free hand pressing onto the small of your back as he keeps you pressed to his chest. “If you haven’t noticed, you brat, I will always chase you. I’ll find you just the same.”
You almost deflate under his intense gaze, his deep red eyes piercing through your own. It wasn’t often that Sylus manhandled you, but when he did, it made you feel… different. Intrigued, maybe.
“How touching,” you deadpan, “but you still get on my nerves.”
Sylus clicks his tongue. “Tch. Oh, I’m sorry… when have I ever cared about what you think?”
“Never,” you say with a dramatic sigh. “You know… if you hate me so much, you should just quit on me.”
Sylus rolls his eyes, his red irises drawing you in like no other. “I don’t… hate you. You should be rather thankful that I don’t, because I’m doubtful that anyone else would want this job of mine—you’re quite the handful.”
“Mm, I’m only saying,” you murmur with a shrug, giving his hand a harsh squeeze as if the roughness of your grasp would make him let go, but he, of course, does not. “You don’t need this job, and yet, here you are.”
He raises a brow. “What do you mean by that?”
You smile, the same shit-eating grin that he has grown to be all too familiar with. “Give me your wallet.”
Sylus huffs, his broad shoulders deflating as he fishes his black leather wallet from his back pocket and hands it over to you. You take it with ease, taking your hand from his as you crack it open.
You slip his Black Card from the sleeve, proving that he truly didn’t need the job for any monetary gain. And then, a triumphant smile graces your lips as you pull out none other than a Polaroid photo taken of you—backstage at your concert just before the kiss you two shared.
“Ooh… what’s this?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.
Sylus reaches forward to try and snatch the tiny photo from you, but you are far too quick. “What are you revealing exactly? That you were secretly snooping in my wallet prior to now?”
“Yes,” you admit without hesitation, “and that you’re secretly rich and in love with me. Does that make us even?”
His jaw sets, his piercing gaze set on yours. He works to snatch the photo from you, tucking his belongings back into his wallet before he slips it into his pocket. “No. Maybe if you were less of a pain, we could be even.”
You wiggle your eyebrows in suggestion. “You’re not denying being in love with me, dear bodyguard of mine.”
Sylus gives you a deadpan expression. “Must you always be so self righteous? God forbid I am proud of you and your success.”
The genuine nature of his words set you back a step, your brows knitting together and your lips parting. If Sylus noticed the shift of your expression, he didn’t mention it. Thankfully. His cold fingers lace with yours once more, continuing the stride towards the exit of the party.
“Rather than putting on this show of yours, you truly should be thanking me for saving your reputation,” he quietly adds, his hand now curled around your waist as you approach the exit. “There is a swarm of paparazzi outside who are desperate to get their grimy hands on a picture of their beloved popstar doing something remotely scandalous.”
(And if Sylus knows anything about you, it’s that you love scandals. According to you, they ‘make life worth living’. Tch. Diva.)
You chuckle. “Aww, you care!”
“Do I care, or is it my job to look after you?” he asks, plucking his sunglasses from his pocket to place them on your face, shielding your eyes from the rapid camera flashes of the paparazzi. “Public intoxication numerous times a week is not a very good look for you, sweetie. Incredibly frowned upon.”
Your jaw sets as you listen to his words. While they are undeniably true, you don’t have any plans for admitting that—not now or in the near future.
“Making out with my bodyguard is frowned upon as well, but you didn’t seem to be complaining about that bit,” you say under your breath.
Your voice was low enough that your weighted words were almost drowned out by the booming music of the party and by the chatter of the photographers you’re about to be engulfed in. Almost.
Sylus flashes you a glare. “You shouldn’t mumble. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
“You heard me,” you state.
He did hear you, that was exactly the problem. It was no coincidence that the two of you haven’t spoken much since your very intense lip lock. You’ve been avoiding each other, evading the invisible string that connects the two of you like both an electric current and a noose.
The tension between the two of you was tangible, palpable even—you could practically taste it just as well as you could still taste his lips on your own. It was intoxicating, imprinting, searing.
It managed to distract you from the flashing lights of the cameramen who were swarming you, capturing flick after flick of you being led through the crowd.
You chew on the inside of your cheek. “You know, you can help me out with all of this,” you murmur, gesturing towards the paparazzi. “My publicist came up with an idea that will get them off my back for a while. Give them the answers they need and… whatnot.”
“Is that right?” he asks, glancing your way. “Do tell.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, tuning out all of the chattering paparazzi who are currently surrounding you. “Be my impromptu mystery man for the cameras. I’ll give you anything you want in return, I swear it.”
Sylus hums, the sound omitting a deep rumble into the air. “Anything I want? My, my, sweets, you’ve made me an offer I cannot refuse.”
You huff, grasping onto the collar of his jacket as you pull him into you. “Just go with it.”
“Just go with wh— mmph!” Sylus’s words were muffled by your lips slotting against his in a searing kiss, his hands instinctively finding their home on the curve of your hips.
The kiss was… tame. It was supposed to be, after all. It was merely for the cameras, a way for you to put an answer to the questions that have been flooding your inbox and left your name circulating in the news for days on end.
But when Sylus’s tongue brushes against your bottom lip, you slightly pull away, muttering a faint, “Sylus, what’re you…” before he pulls you right back in, his large hand now resting on your cheek.
“If you’re going to use me like a whore at your disposal, I’d suggest you let me enjoy myself and taste you properly,” he sporadically says into your mouth, his hand shifting to tangle in your hair as he tilts you to his liking, your tongues meeting in with gentle swipes. “See? I knew you could do better than that.”
True to his suggestion, you kissed him like there was no tomorrow, your hands fisting his shirt in your palms as your lips moved in tandem with his. Lipstick and paparazzi long forgotten, you find yourself getting lost in the moment, a soft whimper leaving your mouth as his hands give your hips a firm squeeze.
The moment he hears that sweet, impossibly faint sound of your pleasure, he knows that he’s in for it now. That’ll do it for him.
He abruptly pulls away, clasping his hand onto yours as he continues pulling you through the now stunned crowd of paparazzi. Sporting an erection and your lipstick smeared on his lips makes no difference to Sylus—if anything, he enjoys the world knowing that he has the hots for the woman who he has sworn to protect.
Sylus helps you into the passenger seat of your black SUV, closing the door behind you before making his way to the driver’s seat. He peels off, driving with intention through the streets of the city.
It was now evident to you that he was driving the SUV in pursuit of his favorite lookout spot, one that overlooks the bustling city from a distance. Sylus had taken you there once before as per your request to ‘stay out a bit later’. Nothing happened then, but you have an inclination that your luck has changed.
“I know what I want from you,” he states, placing a hand on your thigh.
How did he already manage to figure out what he wants in return for helping you? A raise? A car? The blood of his enemies? You’re intrigued, raising a brow. “You do?”
“I do,” he confirms without missing a beat. “Get into the backseat.”
A gasp leaves your kiss swollen lips as you mull over the utter implications of his words. It didn’t take a genius to understand them, but you were… surprised to say the least. “I think you’re overstepping your boundaries, Mr. Qin.”
In a literal sense, sure he was. But if the two of you were going to judge based on what you two want, he absolutely wasn’t—you both knew that.
He chuckles, the sound low yet infuriatingly sexy. His hand slips beneath your skirt, his middle finger brushing along the damp spot of your panties. “Your body seems to disagree with you, ma’am.”
And if you weren’t already wet before, hearing him call you ma’am was more than enough to do it for you. “Shut up,” you grumble.
“You can make me,” he suggests, setting the vehicle into park before giving your thigh a few pats. He nods his head towards the backseat. “Go on.”
Without hesitation, you kick your heels off and crawl into the back of the vehicle, thumping down on the seat with a sharp sigh. Sylus follows you within the blink of an eye, his knees settling on the spacious floor of the car.
“What’re you…” you ask, though your eyebrows raise as the pieces of the puzzle click together in your mind. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh,” he repeats, his warm hands rubbing your knees as he spreads your legs apart, his lips finding the tender skin of your inner thigh. “You know… you truly should be resting for your show tomorrow evening.”
“Should I?” You bite on your bottom lip as he leans forward, nosing at your clothed pussy with a muffled moan of his own. He inhales deeply, the scent of your arousal driving him to the brink of insanity.
“You should,” he answers, pressing an open mouthed kiss on your cunt through the fabric of your panties. “You should stop talking too. You need to rest your voice just as much.”
You swallow hard, whimpering ever so softly as his fingers hook beneath the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs to give himself access to your glistening core.
His eyes are set on your heat, his cool hands hiking your thighs over his shoulders. He rests his cheek on the warmth of your inner thigh, glancing up at you. “Because believe me, sweetie, the things that I want to do to you will not be in favor of that beautiful voice of yours.”
“Oh?” you ask, titling your head. “What will they be in favor of?”
He grins, wicked and devilishly handsome. “I’m glad you asked, because there’s someone else I’ve been wanting to hear from.”
Before you have the chance to reply, he’s already got his face delving deep between your legs, the filthy sounds of squelches and slurping filling the otherwise silent car.
“Oh, I— mmh, you didn’t answer my… my question,” you stammer out between breathy moans, your head tilting back on the headrest as your eyes flutter shut.
Sylus smiles into your pussy, pointing his tongue to accentuate the squelching noises that your heat was making, entirely wet and dripping for him.
“Can you not hear her?”
Never in your life did you think that having a man on his knees talking to your cunt would be this arousing, but… you’re fucking soaked.
“I-I can,” you gasp, cracking your eyes open to look down at him. “Fuck, you can talk to her in fifty languages for all I care, holy shit.”
He quietly chuckles, the sound sending a spark of vibrations onto your already sensitive clit. Your thighs tense, aching to close on him, but he keeps them spread with his strong hands on your thighs.
Your lips part as a string of breathy sounds leave you, beautiful moans and needy whimpers alike—all of which play as music to Sylus’s ears. It was nice to know that your mouth was good for more than just singing and bickering at him…
Teeth nibbling into your bottom lip, you glance down at him, only to be met with the most crazed eyes known to mankind. So disheveled, your slick leaking down his chin while his tongue delves into your heat like a man starved. He looks like he’s in his own pussy drunk heaven.
When you feel his pointed tongue begin to curve and lick in ways it hadn’t before, you do your best to follow his movements.
S-Y-L-U-S he spells on your puffy cunt with his writing tool of choice—none other than his stupidly talented tongue.
“You’re so—”
“Shh,” he cuts you off, his voice more like a husky whisper now. His pupils were dilated to the size of saucers, sucking on your clit before releasing it with a harsh pop.
Filthy sounds fill the air, your own breathy moans spilling from your swollen lips in tandem with the messy sucks of Sylus’s lips on your cunt. Not to mention, your girl truly was loud.
“Singing so beautifully for me,” he rasps, his eyes flitting up to watch your blissful expression. Lidded eyes, parted lips, flushed skin—an absolute wet dream of his come to life.
You bite your lip, hardly focused on the words coming out of his mouth. “Mmh, what…?”
“Quiet, sweets,” he repeats, hooking his hands even tighter around your thighs as he gives your heat a few more harsh licks. “I told you I was talking to her, didn’t I?”
It doesn’t take much longer for your legs to begin to tremble, your body writhing in his grasp as he sets you any way but loose. Your hips buck up, your core grinding against his wet muscle as you chase your release.
Sylus was more than eager to give it to you, redoubling his efforts while locking his hands over your legs to keep you steady enough for him to pleasure you effectively. The warmth pooling in your belly was far too much, far more intense than anything you had ever experienced before.
“Mmh, I… I’m coming,” you warn through an airy whine.
And when you do, Sylus swoops in even more greedily than before, his flat tongue lapping at your honeyed release. There was no way he would ever be able to go without tasting you like this now that he has. Fuck, he’s such a goner.
As you come down from your high, you grin with a few pants. “Look at you, falling at the feet of your ‘egotistical popstar’—mmph!”
Sylus plunges two fingers into your mouth to shut you up, rising to plant himself onto the seat beside you. “That’s hardly an insult to me anymore, my dear. I know what I am.”
He pulls his spit slick fingers from your mouth, bringing them to your pussy as he gently circles your sensitive clit. His free hand guides you through the motion of straddling his lap. With a simple nod of his head, he gestures for you to lift your shirt up, and you do.
“And what’s that?” you ask, watching as he leans forward to mouth at your breasts through the fabric of your bra.
“I’ve already told you,” he murmurs, bringing his free hand to his belt to free his cock from the confines of his pants. “A whore at your disposal.”
“I knew it,” you chuckle, though the sweet sound is interrupted by a breathy moan that he coaxes out of you once he slides his fat cockhead along your folds.
He clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side. “Are you not going to reciprocate my affection?” he teases, grasping tightly onto your hips. “Or do I have to work a bit harder for it, ma’am?”
Your knees would have certainly buckled if they weren’t firmly planted on the leather seats of the SUV. Who would have thought that you had a thing for white-haired bodyguards who call you ‘ma’am’?
Sylus raises a brow, a cocky smirk tugging on his lips. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”
You feel your face heating up more and more the longer you look him in the eyes, shifting your hips so that the tip of his cock finally meets your entrance. “Just… shut up and put it in.”
“How demanding,” he hums, smirking ever so slightly as he uses his grasp on you to make one sharp snap of his hips, burying balls deep inside of your heat. “But as you wish, pretty.”
You cry out immediately, the burn of the stretch fading into unfolding pleasure. Eyes locked on each other’s, breaths mingling with ease, skin slicked with sweat, it was…
“Perfect,” he whispers, smoothing his hands along your hips before one reaches up to cup your cheek. He pulls you into a deep, searing kiss. “So, so perfect.”
Your movements are timid at first, you were merely testing the waters that had yet to be explored. His cock stuffed you full, his tip kissing your deepest points with ease, earning a muffled whimper from your mouth that his lips swallowed up eagerly.
Sylus begins to help you move a bit quicker, rocking your hips forward in smooth rolls, earning moans from the both of you that seemed to come straight from your guts.
“Give it to me how you like it, baby,” he encourages, both of his hands planting firmly on your waist. “Use my cock however you need it, sweets, it’s yours.”
His words have your clit pulsating around his thick shaft, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you begin to work up a pace of your own that has your heart beating wildly.
“I always… fuck—I always knew you were obsessed with me,” you jest, your grin stretching wide.
Sylus hums, the sound low and deep, his iron grip on your hips helping you maintain the intensity of your movements whenever your muscles beg for a break. “Yeah? Needed me to be buried inside of you to have that bit of confirmation?”
You nod with a smile, hands wrapping around his neck as you plant your forehead against his. He smiles too, a breathy moan leaving his mouth as you circle your hips in a way that has him seeing stars.
“Fuck yeah, I’m obsessed with you,” he admits without a semblance of shame, tilting his head back on the headrest.
Already feeling your second orgasm approaching, you bury your face in his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne and sweat that made a musk that was so beautifully Sylus. His hands smooth over your backside, giving your ass a squeeze.
“Tch, let me see that pretty face,” he demands, nudging you with his shoulder so that you were sitting up once more. “You look so beautiful like this.”
You struggle to form a sentence, bouncing unabashedly on his cock, skin slapping together in an erratic pattern that spurred you even further. A string of whimpers and whines leave your puffy lips. Though your reply lacked words, it perfectly communicated what you wanted to say.
“Oh, I know it, baby,” he rasps, tilting his head back again as his eyes slip shut. “Pussy’s addictive—shit, I’m obsessed with her too.”
You begin to lose yourself all together, reduced to nothing more than a blissed out woman riding her bodyguard’s cock. “Sylus, I… mmh, I’m gonna cum.”
He nods in understanding, smoothing his hand through your hair as he brings you in for another kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, messy and drooling in the most beautiful way possible.
“Gonna come inside you if you keep riding me like this, baby,” he warns, pulling back to look you in the eyes.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you, as if it were confirming his words. You don’t do this often, contrary to popular belief, but you are on the pill. Luckily. “Please do.”
Sylus pants through a smile, licking his lips as he guides you through a few more fleshed out grinds on his lap. “Huh… you really are something special.”
A deep groan leaves his mouth as he dips his head, grip tightening on your waist as you ride him through your shared orgasm. You aren’t sure where yours ended and his began, or if you had gotten the order wrong entirely. All you know is that in that moment, the two of you became one.
Panting, your hand plants on the fogged up window of the vehicle, leaving your handprint in its wake. Sylus lets out a breathy chuckle, raising his own shaking hand to the window.
You watch through lidded eyes as he draws a tiny heart, writing his and your first initials inside of it with a little + in the middle. How cute.
Sylus then turns to face you again, bringing his hand to your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm, placing a kiss on his skin. “I have something to admit.”
He nods his head a single time, beckoning you to continue. “What is it?”
You give him a wry smile. “My publicist never gave me the idea for that publicity stunt.”
“…I figured that much, sweetie.”
note. bodyguard!sylus, my glorious king… ok i lowkey hate this but it holds no purpose saving up space in my drafts so :D pls interact if you enjoyed, rbs are greatly appreciated <3 thank you for readingggg !!!
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how you get the girl | pt.1
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: everyone knows you as the "girl timothee chalamet made out w at coachella" until he's with kylie. so you're picking up the pieces of your heart until a certain f1 driver steps in and puts it back together
a/n: got stuck on my franco fic so here's another lando smau for you cuties <3
part one / part two
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deuxmoi A little birdie told us that Timothée Chalamet's Coachella hook-up might have been a little more serious than we thought...
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user1 genuinely tweaking out
user2 no cause who is she
user3 timothee baby come home the kids miss you
user4 Like how serious are we talking deuxmoi
user5 are we sure that's him in the third pic
user6 i'd know those anal beads ANYWHERE user7 lmao she looks so fed up with him
user8 she looks so fake...
user9 she's def had work done user10 how much you wanna bet he's going to go after a kardashian next?
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deuxmoi After months of speculation, Kylie and Timothée seem to have hard-launched.
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user1 bop bop bop
user2 how long is this gonna last?
user3 is it just me or does she genuinely look happy with him
user4 ignore the haters they're just jealous
user5 what does clubchalamet have to say about this
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yourinstagram bet you can't tell my soul is black
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lilyzneimer what's cooking, good looking?
yourinstagram do you want my audition to be the next cassie lilyzneimer no getting a new man crush would destroy you
princejoeybreeze okay emo
yourinstagram okay ego
hattiepiastri you want to practice that spiderman upside down kiss
yourinstagram might get it wrong the first time...might need to do it a few times...you know? oscarpiastri can you stop flirting with my sister hattiepiastri i like it actually oscar will you stop ruining my chance at true love
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f1 Some fashion icons spotted in the paddock today!
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user1 alexxx 😍
user2 who's the girl with alex is it the same one in p2?
user3 i think its the same girl she just took her blazer off prob undid her hair too cause it was super hot user4 no idea
user5 lily mi amor!
user6 icons that's RIGHT the 2nd fit be eating so hard
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yourinstagram thanks piastris!! had so much fun being pampered
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hattiepiastri miss you x
yourinstagram get well soon baby
lilyzneimer you should come with me to osc's races more often
yourinstagram i wish...my broke ass could never
oscarpiastri You're welcome
yourinstagram !! hattiepiastri he's such a bot
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lando went out tonight x
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user1 looking cute, lando
user2 oh he's so huggable
yourinstagram it's all "manners" until you get the chicken tenders
lando hey they were yummy okay you weren't very demure either user3 WAIT GUYS ITS THE PADDOCK GIRL user4 the coachella girl?? user5 dang she sure gets around user6 what's she doing with lando
user7 why not on lando.jpg
user8 well it's a polaroid genius
oscarpiastri How come you never use utensils when you eat with me
lando i don't need to be classy around you osc oscarpiastri Hm. user9 oscar piastri are you jealous
user10 what is kylie doing in the likes??
user11 well she and lewis are friends maybe he introduced her to lando user12 liking your man's ex's new bf(?)'s post is wild
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a/n: hellooo here's a new lando fic for you guys <3 timothee may be appearing in the future and things may get a little dramatic so i hope you enjoyed reading pt1
#lando norris x reader#formula one x reader#formula one#f1 x reader#f1#f1 smau#lando norris#timothée chalamet#timothee x you#oikarma ᯓᡣ𐭩
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