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Can you write for Phil Foden or Lando Norris (or Oscar Piastri), in fact the one you prefer. An imagine in which the reader is insecure about her small chest? If you're not comfortable with that, there's no problem (I'm specifying just in case, I'm not asking for anything smut)
Thank you if you do it and Good Luck for your exam đ

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pairing: oscar piastri x reader
summary: in which youâre insecure about your small chest
warnings: none
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a/n: js a reminder that youâre all gorgeous đ
the hotel room in monaco was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant noise of the city winding down for the night. oscar had barely put down his phone, but you were lost in your thoughts, the exhaustion from the race weekend settling into your bones. it was supposed to be a time to unwind, yet you couldnât shake the discomfort crawling under your skin.
you sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. your mind kept drifting back to the same nagging thought that had been consuming you for daysâthe one that always seemed to appear when you were around oscarâs world. your chest.
you had picked out a cute outfit earlier that day, one that usually made you feel confident, but now, in the dimly lit hotel room, you just felt small. flat. compared to the women youâd seen todayâconfident, busty, with curves that seemed to demand attention. you couldnât help but feel invisible, like you were fading into the background.
oscar looked up from his phone, his gaze flickering to you with a soft frown. he had that look on his faceâthe one that meant heâd noticed youâd gone quiet, withdrawn, something bothering you. he set his phone down with a sigh, his eyes never leaving yours.
âhey,â he said, his voice low and soothing, âwhatâs going on? youâve been zoning out all evening.â
you didnât want to talk about it. not now, not here. you wanted to bury it deep and forget. but oscarâs quiet concern always had a way of drawing things out of you, no matter how hard you tried to hold them in. you shrugged, not meeting his eyes, your fingers nervously tugging at the fabric of your shirt again.
âitâs nothing,â you muttered, but your voice gave you away. âjust⌠i donât know. i feel stupid. insecure. i guess iâm being ridiculous.â
oscar was immediately at your side, his body close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. he gently placed his hand on your knee, leaning in slightly so you couldnât avoid him.
âyouâre not stupid,â he said softly, his voice rich with understanding. âbut youâre not fooling me. somethingâs on your mind, love.â
you hesitated for a moment before you finally whispered, âitâs my chest. itâs⌠too small. i donât know. i just feel⌠less.â
there was a beat of silence, and you could feel oscarâs gaze on you, the way he processed your words. his hand slid from your knee to your own, fingers brushing over your skin, offering comfort, but also a kind of heat that made your heart race for a different reason.
âwhat do you mean, âlessâ?â oscar asked, his voice low, but not unkind. âyouâre anything but that. your body⌠itâs perfect.â
you shook your head, biting your lip in frustration, still not meeting his eyes. âbut iâm not like the other women youâre around. they have⌠curves, you know? the kind of bodies that turn heads. i donât even fill out a top properly.â
oscarâs hand moved up to your chin, gently tilting your face to meet his gaze. his thumb brushed over your lip softly, the touch sending a spark through you that only made the nerves grow worse.
âi canât believe you think that,â he said, his voice quiet, yet full of something deeperâsomething raw. âitâs not about curves, sweetheart. itâs about you. iâve never looked at anyone else the way i look at you.â
you felt a flush creep up your neck, but oscar didnât let you look away. he took a breath, leaning in just a little closer, his face inches from yours. âyou think i donât notice how you make my heart race when you walk into a room?â he murmured, his lips just brushing against yours as he spoke. âor how i canât stop thinking about the way you laugh⌠or the way your skin feels when i touch you?â
you swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. you hadnât expected this, the heat building between you so suddenly, and it made the insecurities feel⌠different. not gone, but quieter. less significant.
âbut iâm nothing likeââ
oscar cut you off with a kiss, soft and gentle at first, his lips brushing over yours with a tenderness that made you forget everything else. when he pulled back, his eyes were dark, filled with something unspoken, something that made you feel desired in a way you hadnât expected.
âsweetheart,â he breathed, his hand slipping to your waist, pulling you closer. âiâm not talking about anyone else. you are what makes me crazy. the way you feel in my arms, the way you look when youâre thinking too hard about something. i donât care about anything else. itâs you whoâs always on my mind.â
you were close now, close enough to feel the warmth of his body against yours, his hand sliding up your back to the nape of your neck. your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in again, his lips grazing your ear, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
âyour chest is perfect, just like the rest of you,â oscar murmured, his voice thick with desire. âi donât need anything more. i just need you. youâve always been more than enough.â
you shivered as his words sank in, the way his lips brushed your skin, sending a heat through you that made you forget all about the insecurities youâd been carrying around. oscar pulled back slightly, looking at you with a smirk that was both reassuring and a little daring.
âyouâre so damn beautiful, it drives me insane,â he said, his hand resting on your side, his fingers grazing lightly against your skin. âand iâm gonna make sure you know it, every single day.â
the intensity of his gaze, the heat between you, made you feel a little dizzy, but in a way that felt right. it was like the self-doubt had melted away under his touch, his words, the way he made you feel like the most important person in the world.
âoscarâŚâ you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. âare you sure? i mean⌠iâm really notââ
he silenced you with another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent, as if he couldnât wait another second to prove how much he meant it. his hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer, making you feel seen. wanted.
âiâm sure,â he said, his lips still against yours, his voice rough with sincerity. âyouâre more than enough. always have been.â
the moment hung between you, both of you breathless, and you couldnât help but believe him. maybe you didnât need to be like everyone else. maybe, just maybe, thisâyouâwas enough.
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GACHA LOVE â hong seunghan



ŕ°ď¸. pairing. nonidol!seunghan x arcade worker! reader ŕ°ď¸. genre. fluff ŕ°ď¸. warnings. none ŕ°ď¸. wc. 700
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Youâve seen it all in the arcade. From children running like crazy, to serious gamers raging at the screen, to groups of friends fighting over high scores. But Seunghan? Heâs a different breed of arcade-goer.
Every time he visits, you see him standing in front of the claw machines, The plushies one to be exact.
his brows furrowed in concentration as he inserts coin after coin. You canât help but notice how his eyes light up every time he nearly gets the plushie â only to watch it slip from the clawâs grip and fall back into itâs place. Itâs become a routine for both of you, even though heâs never won anything.
The thing is, you donât mind. Youâve grown used to seeing his hopeful smile every time he tries. And today? Today, heâs more determined than ever.
âAnother round?â you ask from behind the counter, watching him with a raised eyebrow.
He looks back at you, a grin spreading across his face. âJust one more try!â he says, his voice confident, yet playful. âThis time, Iâll get it for you.â
You blink, confused. âFor me? You know this machineâs rigged, right? Youâll neverââ
âIâll prove you wrong,â he cuts in, smiling cheekily. âIâve got a good feeling today.â
You laugh softly, shaking your head. âIâm not getting my hopes up. Youâve been at this for weeks.â
He ignores your teasing and approaches the machine with purpose. With a few taps on the screen and another coin inserted, heâs ready. You watch as his hands grip the lever, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as the claw moves towards the plushie.
The seconds feel like hours. The machine jerks and clicks as the claw grabs the stuffed toy â then, in an instant, it slips free. Itâs over before it even started.
âSee? Told youâ you tease, leaning on the counter with a smirk. âNo oneâs ever won that plushie. Not even the best player here.â
Seunghan sighs dramatically, walking back toward the counter. âYeah, yeah. But at least I tried.â
You shake your head with a grin. âYouâre stubborn, arenât you?â
âWell,â he shrugs, his eyes locking with yours, âsometimes, itâs worth fighting for.â
You blink, feeling your heart skip a beat. Was that⌠a confession? Or just his usual charm?
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The next few days are like any other in the arcade. Seunghanâs still at the claw machine, and youâre still watching him try, time after time, to win that damn plushie. Itâs become a bit of a routine for you, and honestly, itâs hard to admit, but youâve started looking forward to his visits.
Then, one evening, after what feels like another hundred failed attempts, he goes up to the counter, holding the plushie in his hands.
âI did it,â he says with a proud smile. âFinally got it.â
You blink in disbelief. âYou actually did it? How?â
He leans over the counter, dropping the plushie into your arms. âTurns out, the trick isnât to focus on the claw. Itâs about waiting for the right moment.â
You laugh softly, shaking your head. âSo, youâve been timing it this whole time?â
He shrugs, but thereâs a twinkle in his eyes. âSometimes, itâs all about patience. And, well⌠maybe a little luck. But mostly patience.â
You glance at the plushie in your hands. âItâs cuteâ you say softly, not sure what to say next.
He smiles, his gaze softening. âIâm glad you think so. Itâs for you, after all.â
You feel your face heat up slightly, unsure of how to respond. Seunghan, the guy that was always so easy-going, was suddenly making you feelâŚflustered. Was it the plushie, or was it his words?
He notices the change in your expression, his voice suddenly quieter. âI know itâs just a stuffed toyâŚbut I hope it means something more to you.â
You look up at him, your heart racing as you take in his sincerity. âIt doesâ you whisper, smiling softly.
Seunghan gives you a shy smile in return, his eyes lighting up in that way they always do when heâs happy.
With that, the moment lingers, both of you sharing a quiet, understanding smile. It was never just about the plushie. It was about him, and now, about both of you.
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iiiiiiit's georgie!
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... hubby!Gojo with a huge breeding kink who just obsesses over you when you're ovulating and can't think about anything else but fucking a baby into your hips.
+ warnings; mdni, breeding kink, some dumbification
+ an; I literally had this idea in my drafts for a year... đł
Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, maybe it's just because he's got heightened senses, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can smell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on â of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.
"Oh, you're ovulating." he notes after sniffing your skin... and you do a double take like he's insane. Because he is insane â you married a madman.
He pays closer attention to your cycle than you do, reminding you to mark down when you get your period, and coddling you in the days leading up to ovulation.
"Satoru, it's just an estimation." you tell him, but he's got a glow in his eyes when he sees your period tracker app telling him that today's your most fertile day â if he cums in you today, it's basically guaranteed.
He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep with his thick cock, going harder on your poor hole than he normally does â grunting more than he normally does, throbbing more than he normally does... like it just awakens something primal in him, and now he's obsessively fucking you like he has no other purpose but to breed his sweet little wife.
"Nn! Satoruuu!" you whine and paw at his torso, your walls overwhelmed by the pressure of his cock splitting you open.
"Yes babyyy?" he coos, giving you a crooked, blissed-out smile as he tilts his head.
There's sweat dripping off his abs, his pink nipples are hard, his biceps are twitching, and he's running one hand through his dampened white hair as he stills inside you for a moment.
"'s too deep! T-too big!" you moan lewdly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.
"...aw, I know I'm just too big for ya, huh?" he coos cockily; hearing you tell him that he's 'too big' never gets old.
He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised â "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.
After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a marathon, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.
He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. He really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs â pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex â there's a definite difference in the cute, snuggly sex and the literal breeding sessions no matter how much he plays it off.
"Satoru... my legs are still weak after this morning, give me a break, will you?"
"Aw come on, this is an innocent request... and if babymaking happens, it happens..." he mutters the last part under his breath.
"You're crazy."
But you know you're gonna fall for it after you take one look at his rock-hard, juicy pink, dummy big cock and those breeder balls.
He just beams victoriously when you hop over to him like a little bunny.
Satoru's pushes into you as deep as your pussy allows him, and then some more just to pressure your deepest spot, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you look, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing that he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect; thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, perfect just like he is â the cocky bastard.
When his creampies makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it.
"Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant.
He just looks up at you, face hardly an inch away, and asks a dumb, smiley "D'you feel pregnant?" ... as if it happens so fast.
"Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure â that was a joke, that was a joke! Nn! Satoru!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.
And oh god Satoru loves sliding back in for round twos. The smell of sex and cum wafting up and hitting his nose just makes him plunge back into your cum-filled little hole with only one thing in mind and that is breeding you 'till you're stuffed to the max.
"Come on, y' gonna be a good wifey for me and get knocked up?" he rasps against your ear, thrusting his cock up into your sensitive spots until his creampies turn into whipped cream, frothed up and milky-white and smeared on your pussy lips.
Like the nasty boy he is (and always has been, even before marriage), Satoru forces your head down and makes you watch him fuck his dummy big cock into you.
"Yeah, watch that cock fill you up... look at all my cum leaking out..." he tuts, "... don't be so wasteful, baby... oh well, 'm gonna fuck it back into you anyways. Come on, let me in deeper â aw, what's wrong?" he coos when you claw at his meaty bicep.
"'toruuu, so deep! Y-you're so fucking deep, I can't think..."
His heart pangs when he hears you complain about being too stuffed, "Oh baby you don't need to think, just lay there and let me put a baby in your sweet pussy â gonna fuck you so dumb, the only name you'll remember is mine."
Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM, and you swat him for being a horny idiot â but it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much cum for you." he tells you and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as an innocent man, because his thick boner is grinding hard and hot between your plush lips.
You can bet you'll probably only get to sleep when the birds are chirping, 'cause your hubby's balls are too heavy and full of cum and he needs to drain himself inside you â oh, and you can also bet that afterwards he will be sleeping like a princess, clinging to you with his face snuggled into your tummy.
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Oh, I really, really like your recent blurb! Jason having a secret girlfriend/family is my favorite trope, but it is so hard to find!
Would you write about silly instances where Jason spots his family in public and tries to shuffle and guide you away without you noticing?
Ahh! I feel that validated in both my love of Jason and my love of the secret relationship trope! (This might not be exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you like it anyway!)
The first time it happened was a few weeks into your relationship, back When the two of you would meet for breakfast or brunch at the little cafe, a few blocks away from where you worked.
Jason Todd would always show up, yawning and exhausted from how tired he always was since he hadn't told you about his night job yet. But he was still on time, excited to see you even if he would go straight home and nap immediately afterwards.
The two of you would always spend more time talking getting to know one another than actually looking over the menu and ordering something to eat, but neither of you minded.
Then, one day, while he was looking away from you to hide the smile you had caused, he caught sight of Tim waiting in line to order a coffee.
Without really thinking about it, he grabbed both of your menus, propping them up and leaning over the table, trying to hide both your faces.
You frowned in confusion but leaned in too, until your faces were close together. "What are you doing?" You whispered.
"Nothing," he lied poorly, being his head over the top of a menu to see if his brother was still there and darting his head back down when Tim walked past the table. He let out a breath of relief, staring at you. "You look really pretty this close."
With an amused eye roll you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms and waiting for a better explanation. "You just wanted to talk really close for a moment?"
"Okay, fine," he sighed heavily. "I wanted to look at your freckles, alright? They're adorable. The ones on your nose are really cute."
It wasn't a lie, technically. He did love them. And you actually believed him, he thought. Or if you didn't, you didn't push the topic.
The next time you accidentally ran into somebody was at the mall, when you had dragged Jason along to help you look for a dress for a mystery date night he said nothing about, except for the fact that you had to wear something nice.
It was just his luck that you had picked the same store Stephanie happened to be shopping in as well. In most circumstances, she might not even notice him when they crossed paths in public, but in a woman's clothing store which was relatively empty, there was no way she wouldn't see him when she turned around.
Without warning, he tugged you away from rack you were looking at, pulling you into a cramped dressing room, locking it behind you.
"Wha-" You stared at him like he had lost his mind. "Why are we the dressing room?"
"How do women try stuff on when they can't turn around?" He countered, ignoring your question and planting his hand on the wall by your head to try to give himself more room in the tight space.
"It's typically not made for two people," you explained "Especially not 6'2 men."
He grinned a bit. "Do you like my height?" He asked, enjoying the proximity a bit more than he would admit.
Yes. Obviously. Who wouldn't? He towered over you. His arms could wrap around your entire body without even straining to cover more skin. Plus, he could reach the top shelf so you didn't have to climb on a chair.
But it was still too early in the relationship to tell him that.
"That's besides the point," you muttered. " Why are we in the dressing room?" You repeated.
"I just...always wanted to see a woman's dressing room," he told you, frowning at his own lie.
"Seriously?" You questioned. "You could have at least picked the big one at the end. And you didn't even let me pick anything to try on."
"Right, well..I figured we could try a different store," Jason explained, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "Nothing here would do you justice."
You huffed, finding it slightly amusing how foolish he was acting. But frankly, it wasn't terribly bad to be stuck in a tight space with him. So, you waited a moment longer before unlocking the stall.
You still had to find a dress.
Things were peaceful for a bit, you and Jason seemed to be growing stronger in your relationship and things began to get a little bit more serious. Jason seemed to be growing stronger in your relationship and things began to get a little bit more intense.
He knew that eventually he'd have to tell his family about you, but the next time he saw one of his brothers in public, he couldn't help but shy away from the task of introducing you.
In his defense, Damian really wasn't the first sibling you would want to meet.
He'd taken you to a nature preserve, because you said you used to go all the time as a kid but stopped after getting older.
You were practically giddy, feeding the animals from your palm, scrunching your nose when their whiskers ticked you. Jason was enjoying it too, more so because of you than the animals.
But while he was mocking you for your squeals, he heard a familiar voice having a one sided conversation with a lemur.
He turned and there was Damian, having his biweekly visit to see the animals that Father wouldn't let him bring home.
Jason cursed internally, pulling you away from the animals, accidentally spilling the feed from your hand.
"Hey, I stillwanted to see theâ"
"I'll bring you back, I promise," he said, cutting you off as he dragged you behind a tree.
You wiped off your hand on your jeans and tilted your head. "What is it?"
"I just think you've been giving the animals too much attention," Jason noted. "I feel left out."
"Oh, c'mon," you rolled your eyes.
"Really," he insisted. "You kissed a sloth and a goat but not me."
He pouted a bit and leaned back against the tree, still holding you arm, though loosening his grip before running his hand up and down your arm apologetically.
You sighed, glancing around briefly, not really taking notice of the small, angry child, yelling at some poor worker, before leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his lips very quickly. "Satisfied?"
He smiled softly. "No." He shook his head, pointing to the exit. "Can we leave?" He asked gently.
"Will you bring me back?"
Jason nodded immediately. "Whenever you want," he said.
You gave up and left with him.
Now, if you really thought about it, you could easily put two and two together, but really, the instances were so far apart that you didn't really question the strange behavior.
He had managed to be, for the most part, pretty subtle about pulling you away from his family whenever he encountered them, as few and far between as those moments were.
Like the time you were walking down the street while it was raining and he spotted Duke crossing the street towards your direction. Even though he knew you loved the rain and hated umbrellas, he still pulled his jacket off, covering your head.
"Jay, I told you, I'm fine," you assured him, trying to move it off of you.
"Yeah, but you'll catch a cold," he insisted, pulling even further over your head while blatantly stealing an umbrella from a small stand that was selling them.
He popped it open, covering his own face as you walked past Duke.
"I will not," you told him, finally tugging it off. You frowned, not feeling any rain on your skin. "Where the hell did the umbrella come from?"
"Uh- someone handed it to me," Jason muttered. "Nice man."
And even though he despised running into people he knew because it always put him on high alert, trying to figure out what to do or where to go to keep whoever they ran into from spotting them, sometimes, he actually rather enjoyed the chance to pull you away from the rest of the world.
For instance, when you insisted on going to a carnival, which he wasn't a big fan of at first, until you guys got there and he saw your eyes twinkling at all the lights.
Any thoughts of boredom were quickly drowned out by the sound of your screams on the scarier rides, when you'd reach for his hand. And he bought every single treat you so much as looked atâ the funnel cakes, the fresh lemonade, the Carmel corn.
He was watching you pull fresh cotton candy from the stick it was spun around when out of the corner of his eye he caught his brother Dick, along with Wally walking across the fair grounds.
Jason was sure they wouldn't notice you with how far away they were, but he refused to take the chance. So, he interlocked your hands, tugging you into a nearby photo booth as you made a sound of confusion.
"Just thought we should grab a souvenir," he said, beating you to the punch before you could ask what he was doing.
"I'm still eating my cotton candy," You told him. "I should fix my hair too."
Jason got a devilish glint in his eye and ran his hand through your hair jostling it further as you screeched in disbelief. "I think it looks good like that," he admitted, staring at you now that it had a bit more volume.
You blew a loose strand from your face. "I can't believe you did that," you stated. "It's all disheveled."
He nodded, still thinking it looked beautiful. Sort of like how it was when you woke up next to him.
"C'mon," he urged, pulling you into his lap. "I like you this way." He threw a few quarters in the slot and before you knew it you had a strip of three pictures, none of which were appropriate to show to anyone.
A picture of him stealing your cotton candy, a picture of him nuzzling your neck while you scrunched your nose in the way that made his heart clench, and a picture of him tasting said cotton candy on your tongue.
So, maybe it was an over reaction to pull you away from the rest of his carnival when it was huge and chances were Dick never would have even seen you. But God, did he enjoy it.
Then, there were, of course, the far less subtle times which didn't end quite as well.
Like when you just so happened to be walking out of a movie at the same time Cassandra and Barbara were heading into one.
"I think the sequel might actually be better than the original," you told him, arms interlinked as you walked.
"Uh huh," he wasn't paying attention anymore after seeing his sister and Babs at the soda machine, filling up their drinks.
He couldn't exactly pull you into a different theater, especially since he didn't know which one they would be going into.
The next best option? Throwing the empty popcorn bucket over your head.
"Jay?!" You exclaimed.
"It's a discount thing," he muttered vaguely, grimacing at his own excuse. "Wear the bucket out and you get a free movie."
Okay, not the next best, probably. Maybe like...sixth best? Seventh at most.
He pulled you past them, keeping his hand on the top of the bucket to keep it in place while raising his hoodie and keeping on the 3D glasses from the movie until you were past them both.
Once you were, he pulled it off and you were...well, fuming. Rightfully so.
"What the hell was that?" You asked, a bit bitterly, not buying his excuse for a second. "I'm covered in popcorn butter.
He cleared his throat, kissing your greasy cheek and licking his lips tasting a salty popcorn and butter on your skin. "Tastes good, though," he mumbled.
You stormed out on him.
And then, when you chose to walk all the way back to your apartment in frustration, both with his actions and lies, he finally came clean.
"I just... don't want my family to mess anything up between us," he confessed, barely even looking at you.
Vulnerability wasn't his strongest asset, but he was trying. For you.
You washed your face off in the sink for the third time and still felt greasy. Even if you got it all off your face, you'd need a shower to get it out of your hair.
"Why couldn't you just tell me that?" You asked, still confused. It wasn't like you didn't already know who his family was.
"I just- I didn't want you to think I was hiding you," he muttered.
"Jason, you put a bowl of popcorn over my head so your sister wouldn't see me. That's hiding," you stated firmly.
"Yes but it's not hiding out of embarrassment!" He clarified. "My family can be a lot to handle and they might scare you off and they'd definitely mock me endlessly for being in love with you."
His eyes went wide. That...was an accident. He didn't mean to confess that.
You stared at him for a moment, blinking. "Did you just say what I think you did?"
"I uh- well that wasn't..." He cleared his throat. "Yeah," he finally agreed with a slight nod. "But you don't have to say it back or anything, I know I'm not the easiest person to love and itâ"
You were already kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He was caught off guard, but it didn't take him long before he kissed you back, his hands finding your waist and steadying you both.
"You're stupidly easy to love," you told him, resting your forehead on his.
(+Bonus)
It was a quiet Friday night when the two of you were at a nice restaurant, celebrating a year of being together. The food was good, the music was soft and nice, and Jason was practically a drooling mess over you, like usual.
So much so, he didn't even notice when his father walked into the restaurant with a date of his own.
You did, though. And in keeping with the spirit of what had apparently been a pretty large part of your relationship, even without you knowing it, you slid out of the booth quickly grabbing his hand and pulling him from his chair.
"Hey, wait a second!" He exclaimed as you rushed him out of the restaurant before he got to finish his dessert. "We still have to pay."
"We'll come back tomorrow and pay," you assured him, pushing open the door, into the cold evening.
"What the hell was that about?" Jason asked once you were outside and seemingly slowed down.
You pointed towards the window. "Your dad," you muttered.
He could see Bruce sitting at a table across from Selina, his eyes scanning a menu while occasionally looking up, probably to compliment her or something.
He huffed. "Add that restaurant to the list of places we can't go," he mumbled, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. "It got cold outside," he simply said when you frowned in confusion.
You pulled on the nice jacket that matched his suit. "Thanks," you said, wrapping your arm around his, tugging him away from the restaurant. "C'mon, I'll buy some more dessert."
He hummed, and pressed a kiss against your head. "Alright," he agreed, letting you lead him away from the restaurant and down the street.
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(19)virgin!choso has the hots for his older neighbor(35):(
perverted. thatâs how he felt as he watched you wash your car, in shorts so tiny they were practically underwear and a white tank top that was so soaked it was see through. the way the fabric clung to your breasts made his mouth water. he had been staring for at least 30 minutes and had gotten to see them from all angles. it was torture, sweet torture. he wanted to take you right then and there in the grass and hear his name on your lips over and over.
you were old enough to be his mom. in fact, he had had you as a teacher back when he was in high school and that made him feel guilty for looking at you like this. but he just couldn't stop. he couldnât stop himself from fantasizing about being with an older woman, one that knew what she was doing and knew how to use him. you would make him feel like your toy and he wanted that.
you looked up and caught his eyes. he blushed bright red and quickly turned away. maybe if he had kept looking he would have noticed the smirk on your lips.
you were a teacher in more ways than one. you could teach him how to be a good boy and give you the pleasure you deserved. he wanted to sink into the ground when you began to approach him. you were smiling sweetly, but your eyes said something different.
you leaned against the fence separating your property and his, propping up one of your arms on it. you gave him a soft grin and he wanted to die. youâre so pretty to him. glowing eyes framed with thick wispy lashes, pretty plump lips. he can't look away, mesmerized, he watches the way your lips part and the tip of your tongue darts out to wet them. the sight makes his blood run hot and his shorts grow tighter.
"hello mister kamo," you hummed, "where are your parents?"
"i-i'm sorry i-" had he been caught? were you gonna tell on him?
"what's the matter? are you nervous?" you cooed, "i just wanted to say hi to your mom, see if she needed anything for the barbecue later. is she around?"
"she's- um- out. getting groceries," he replied quietly, not daring to meet your eyes.
"oh? and what about your father?"
"he's...working late," choso said. he was sweating and the bulge in his shorts was now painfully obvious. he wanted to die, to disappear from embarrassment. you smiled and let out a giggle.
"are you okay mister kamo? you seem awfully nervous." youâre batting those lashes and he swears he could melt, he clears his throat. "yeah! yeah, i'm fine, totally fine!" he blurted out, "i'll- uh- tell them you said hi."
"okay," you quipped sweetly and began to walk back to your house, "if you need anything, just let me know, okay?"
he nodded, "okay."
his head was spinning and he couldn't think straight. he didn't want to be alone, didn't want to go inside, didn't want to leave and miss seeing you again. he could still smell the strawberry of your shampoo from where he was. it was intoxicating.
"choso," you called out and he snapped out of his daze.
"yes, miss?"
"can you come help me? i dropped my hose and it's really hard to pick up."
"o-okay."
you lead him around the side of your house and he saw the hose was indeed on the ground, the water running. his hands were shaking, but he bent down and picked it up anyway. the moment he stood, you grabbed his hand and placed it right on your chest. he squeaked and tried to pull away, but you held him tight.
"you can touch me," you hummed, "i don't mind. is that why you were watching me? do you like older women?"
"i- uh- well- you- you're-"
"use your words, choso," you chastised him and moved his hand lower, making him rub his fingers over your nipple, "good boys speak when spoken to. did i ever teach you that?"
"y-yes," he whined and his hips bucked into the air. you gave him a wicked smile and pushed him to the ground. he landed on his back, legs sprawled out. his cock was standing up, pressing against his shorts and there was a dark stain where his tip was.
"such a cute little thing," you giggled and knelt down in front of him. you grabbed his legs and pulled them apart before getting between them. he squirmed and you grabbed his hands, pinning them to the ground.
"please," he whimpered.
"please what? be a good boy and tell me what you want," you cooed, pressing his hands into the ground.
"i- um- please...touch me," he whispered.
"like this?" you hummed and reached down to rub his clothed erection. he bucked his hips into your hand and moaned.
"yes, please, miss," he gasped.
"good boy," you purred and kissed him, he was putty. "so good for me."
your hands moved to his hips and he lifted them so you could pull his shorts down. his cock was already leaking and twitching.
"you poor thing, did you get this hard just from looking at me?"
"y-yes, miss," he moaned, "i couldn't stop thinking about you, how pretty you were and how much i wanted you."
"oh, you're such a good boy, telling me exactly what you want," you cooed and gripped his cock, stroking it slowly, "i should give you a reward, hm?"
"please, please, please," he whined, his hips twitching up.
"okay," you replied and leaned forward. you pressed a soft kiss to his tip, smearing the pre-cum on your lips before wrapping them around him. his back arched and he let out a loud moan. he couldnât believe this, anyone could see him and you. his parents could walk past the fence and catch you sucking off their son. but that was part of the fun. it was forbidden and he loved that.
the sounds of your gurgled chokes as you slurp his cock are like a siren's song to him, the way you so dutifully suckle him to the base and take his entire length in your mouth without a trace of resistance. your jaw is slack as he slides between your lips, his hand gently cradling the back of your head, urging you forward until your nose is pressed into his belly. he's so big that even though your eyes are rolled back, your vision is obscured by the sheer size of his erection. your throat feels like a fleshy sheath for him, your breath forced out in tiny, rapid huffs through your nostrils, and your tongue is pinned.
and you're not just sucking his cock, either. you're swallowing. and every time your esophagus clenches down around the head of his dick, it sends him hurtling closer and closer towards an orgasm that he's determined to wring out of you first. he can feel you starting to struggle for air, but the way you're still obediently sucking his cock even while your lungs burn from a lack of oxygen.
âgod," he rumbles, his voice like the sound of boulders shifting together. his grip on the back of your head tightens, and he grinds against your face, your nose and lips mashed up against his skin.
your stomach growls and churns in a desperate plea for nourishment, but the way he fills your throat is a completely different hunger. you can taste his pre-cum, his magic thick and warm and tingling on your tongue, and you suck and swallow with more enthusiasm. even though you're struggling to breathe, the idea of drinking his cum makes you feel like a starving woman given the key to a buffet.
"j-just like that," he praises you, his words coming out in a hiss as you clench down on him, your throat tightening in a futile attempt to keep his cock from pushing so deep into your airway. he whines when you withdraw, a string of saliva connecting you two.
"you taste so good, choso," you murmured, "have you had many girls do this to you?"
"n-no, miss, never," he groaned, "only you."
"and do you want only me to do this to you? do you want me to be the only one that knows how good you taste and how cute you sound?"
"yes! yes, miss! i want it to be only you, please," he babbled. you smirked and kissed his hip.
"well then, i better take good care of my boy, huh?"
"please, please," he whined, pushing his hips toward you.
"okay, i'll make you feel really good, sweetie."
you took his cock back into your mouth, licking at the tip and stroking the rest. his head was spinning and he could hardly breathe. you felt too good, looked too good, sounded too good. your soft lips wrapped around him, sucking and licking, teasing and pleasing. it was too much and yet not enough. his body was on fire, burning and aching.
his knees buckle as your warm hand palms his balls and your tongue traces the veins of his cock. he lets out a whine and grips your hair. you pull off his dick, letting it fall against his stomach. you press a few soft kisses to his tip, watching as his cock twitches.
"miss," he whimpered, "it hurts, please."
"what does, sweetheart?" you asked.
"please, let me cum, miss," he begged.
"already? did i make you that horny?"
"please, miss," he whined and bucked his hips.
"alright," you hummed, taking him back into your mouth.
"thank you," he breathed.
you bobbed your head, taking him as deep as you could. his fingers tightened in your hair and he bucked his hips. your nose pressed against his pelvis and your throat clenched around him.
"i'm close," he moaned, "i can't, fuck, it's so good."
a few more thrusts, and his movements become erratic. you're dizzy from oxygen deprivation, the edges of your vision growing dark, when suddenly his cock twitches inside you, and his hot, sticky cum fills your stomach. there's so much of it that you're actually able to feel yourself swell a little with the volume of his release, and the sensation makes you whimper and whine.
"you did so well," you cooed, crawling up and laying next to him, "was that your first time?"
"yeah. . . s-sorry i finished so quick." he mumbled, cheeks tinted brightly.
"you did so good," you repeated, pressing a kiss to his temple, he felt like he was going to pass out.
âiâll see you tonight at the barbecue, yeah?â
he nods, fuck, youâre gonna be the death of him.
*peeps around corner* dare i say part 2?
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âď¸ăťjjk men waking up after a wet dream about you â¸â¸ăť
gojo
a small chuckle leaves his mouth when he wakes up from a pleasant dream about you. his cock is aching for attention, precum already building at the top. it's the first time he had a dream about you. not to lie, he fantasized about your cute little body before but never in a dream. he wraps his hand around his cock and tries to remember little details about the dream. the way you would bounce on his cock or your little hand wrapped around it. he's not ashamed, you're a pretty girl after all. but from your behavior, he can see that you're shy and timid. maybe he can ask you out to turn his dream true. he speeds his hand around his cock, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. he thinks about a specific scene from his dream - you spread in front of him with your fingers in your cunt. he cums at the thought, covering his hand with his cock. he giggles, gojo hopes he will have similar dream soon.
geto
he wakes up with sweat on his forehead, groaning when he notices his hard on. the girl in his dream was too similar to you, same hair, eyes, body type. he can't believe he had this kind of dream about you. it was a good dream, he has to say. geto can't decide if he should take a cold shower and forget about everything or take care of his little problem. after all, he's gonna see you today and he doesn't wanna be awkward. his lips turn into a little smile as he thinks about what would happen if you saw what he is about to do. or what if you had the same dream? mmm, you took his cock so well in his dream, would you be able to do that in real life? he's seen your tiny ass move in your little skirts, you would have problem taking him for sure. fuck it, he thinks as he wraps his hand around his cock. he softly massages his shaft, imagining that it's your tiny hand stroking him. all problems leave him in that moment, he's gonna relive that dream now and hopefully later today when he invites you over.
nanami
he groans when he finally opens his eyes to meet a familiar decor of his room. he doesn't wanna think about it, he doesn't wanna think about how hard his cock is right now. he throws his arm around his eyes, trying to breathe deeply to forget all about the dream. he hasn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager and now someone like you is gonna make them pop up again? he thought you were cute when he first met you but he never thought you would be capable of doing such a slutty things. it was just a dream, he has to remind himself, maybe you are innocent. he taps his fingers on his cock, he really doesn't wanna do this. nanami tries to think of different porn starts he's seen online but his thoughts come back to you. his hand finally grips his cock and he squeezes it until it's painful. it's all your fault, maybe it you weren't so cute, he wouldn't have to do this.
toji
she's even haunting me in my dream, toji thinks when he wakes up. his cock is already standing proudly, just begging for him to take it in his hand. he doesn't waste any time wrapping his hand around it. he always thought you were pretty, your body is basically all he ever dreamed about. it's not the first time you appeared in his dream but this time, he is certain that it was you. all of the other dreams were blurry but this one was way more vivid. he strokes his cock slowly, thinking about the way you bended for him in that dream. the only thing that's pissing him off is that you're not here with him right now, that you can't use your mouth or your little pussy on him. he feels himself getting close as he thinks about all the things he would do to you if he could. he cums on his hand, surprising himself how strong this orgasm was. there's something about you and he has to find out what it is.
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ďźďź SQUIRTING FOR THE FIRST TIME ?!

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¤× đđ paring : jing yuan, mydei, phainon, moze & sunday x f!reader
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¤× đđ tws : nsfw/smut, reader is a hybrid kitty, creampie, chocking, cow-girl, doggy style, reader is implied to be chubby, Sunday is really mean in his part, Moze is gentle, hair pulling, reader licking jing yuans cheek, spanking, nipple play & hair pulling. /á > Ë <ă
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¤× đđ note : art banner is by rororo_mg on X! also not proof read.
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Jing Yuan had always known you were sensitiveâhis little kitty was always so easy to tease, so quick to melt under his touch. But tonight, he was learning just how sensitive you really were.
Your tail flicked wildly, ears twitching as he held you down, his cock stretching you open in a way that left you breathless. You were on your stomach, legs trembling as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with slow, deep thrusts. He was deliberate, as always, testing your reactions, watching your body shiver beneath him.
âMm, youâre soaking me,â he murmured, voice thick with amusement as he rolled his hips into you. His fingers slid down between your thighs, pressing against your clit in lazy circles, making you whimper. âAre you getting this worked up just from me fucking you?â
You nodded desperately, but that wasnât enough for him. A sharp slap landed on your ass, making you jolt. âUse your words, little one.â
âY-Yes! âS too much, Yuanâfeels sâgood!â you mewled, your hands clawing at the sheets, your back arching to push yourself closer to him.
Jing Yuan chuckled, leaning down, his breath warm against your ear. âGood. Let it take over, kitten.â His pace quickened, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, until the wet sounds of your pussy filled the room.
And thenâoh. Oh, something felt different. Your body tensed, a sudden, overwhelming pressure building low in your belly. It made your toes curl, your tail fluff up, your ears flatten as you gasped. âY-Yuan, âmâs-somethingââ
He noticed immediately, his movements slowing just a little, teasing. âSomething what, hm?â
You whined, shaking your head. You didnât know what was happeningâyou just knew it was too much. âC-Canâtâgonnaâ!â
The coil snapped.
Your whole body jerked as the pressure burst, a wave of intense pleasure crashing through you. Heat flooded your core, and suddenly, you were gushing, clear liquid dripping down your thighs, soaking his cock, the sheets, everything.
Jing Yuan stilled for a moment, watching with wide, golden eyes as you squirted around him, your pussy pulsing erratically. And then, he groaned, a deep, satisfied sound, before fucking you through it, making you ride out every wave of your pleasure. âAh, my little kitten is full of surprises,â he mused, voice teasing yet utterly proud.
You were trembling, panting, your body still twitching as you turned your head, eyes hazy. Instinctively, you leaned up and dragged your tongue over his cheek, nuzzling into him, a soft, dazed purr rumbling from your chest. âMm⌠Jing YuanâŚâ
His hand came up to pet your head, fingers running through your hair, soothing you even as he continued to thrust, chasing his own high. âSo cute,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. âBut donât think weâre done just yet, little one. Now that I know you can do thatâŚâ
He smirked.
âYouâll do it again for me, wonât you?â
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Mydei had always loved breaking you downâloved watching the way your body trembled under his touch, how easily you melted when he took control. And right now, you were a mess beneath him, arms weak as you tried to keep yourself up, plush thighs spread wide, your ass pressed against his hips as he fucked you from behind.
âYouâre dripping all over me, pretty,â he rasped, voice thick with amusement. His hands gripped your plush hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he dragged you back onto his cock, making you take every inch. âThis needy already?â
Your tail flicked, ears twitching at the teasing lilt in his voice. You were panting, your body bouncing with each rough thrust, the lewd squelch of your soaked pussy filling the air. Your nipples tingled, heavy tits swaying with every movement, and thenâsmack!
A sharp gasp tore from your lips as Mydeiâs hand landed on your chest, slapping your tits without warning. The sting sent a jolt straight to your clit, and you clenched around his cock, whining.
âOh?â His chuckle was smug, fingers pinching your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers. âYou like that, donât you?â Another slap to your tit, then another, your sensitive skin left tingling, burning with pleasure. âLook at you, dripping even more just from this.â
You buried your face into the sheets, moaning helplessly as he played with your tits, tugging at your nipples while he kept fucking you, each thrust pushing you further into mindless bliss. His other hand snaked down between your thighs, rough fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit, making your body jolt.
âF-Fuckââ Your voice was shaky, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your thighs quivered, that familiar, overwhelming pressure building deep in your core. You couldnât hold it backâyou couldnât.
Mydei knew it, too. He could feel the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your breath hitched, body tensing like you were about to snap. âGo on,â he murmured, lips brushing against your ear. âLet go for me, kitty.â
And you did.
Your back arched, mouth falling open as the pressure burst, liquid gushing from your pussy, soaking his cock, his hand, the sheets. Your vision blurred, pleasure crashing through you in waves, your body trembling under the force of it.
Mydei groaned, watching with dark, hungry eyes as you squirted all over him, his fingers still working your clit, dragging out every last bit of your orgasm. âSo fucking messy,â he muttered, smirking as he gave your ass a sharp slap. âYou gonna do that for me again?â
You barely had time to catch your breath before he was moving again, hips snapping forward, fucking you even harder.
âGood,â he murmured, voice full of wicked amusement. âIâm not done with you yet, kitty.â
Mydei didnât give you time to recover. The moment your body slumped forward, spent and trembling from your orgasm, he yanked you back up, fingers tangling in your hair.
âDon't go all weak on me now, kitty,â he purred, wrapping your hair around his fist and tugging, forcing your back to arch. The sting sent a shiver down your spine, making your pussy clench around his cock, still stuffed deep inside you. âYou can take more, can't you?â
You whimpered, barely able to form words, but that wasnât the answer he wanted. His grip tightened, pulling your head back further, exposing your throat to him. âSay it.â
âY-YeahâŚâ you gasped, voice breathy, needy. âI canâah! I can take it!â
He chuckled, pleased, and rewarded you by rolling his hips deeper, his cock pressing against that sweet spot that had you seeing stars. His free hand slid up your body, over the curve of your plush belly, before wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.
The pressure was intoxicating. His fingers pressed into the sides of your neck, cutting off just enough air to make your head feel light, your body even more sensitive. The lack of oxygen made every thrust, every slap of his hips against your ass, ten times more intense. Your pussy clenched tighter around him, your thighs shaking as pleasure coiled deep inside you again.
âMm, look at you,â Mydei murmured, his voice thick with amusement. His grip tightened just a little more, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. âYou get even tighter when I do thisâsuch a filthy little thing.â
Your body was on fire, heat pooling in your belly, your clit throbbing as his cock dragged against your sweet spot over and over again. You could barely breathe, barely thinkâyour world had narrowed down to him, to the rough grip in your hair, the hand around your throat, the brutal pace of his thrusts.
And then his fingers dipped down to your clit again, rubbing rough, messy circles over the sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through you. Your moans were broken, choked, your body trembling uncontrollably as another orgasm rushed over you.
The moment the pressure burst, you gushed, a fresh wave of liquid squirting out of you, drenching his cock, the sheets, your thighs. Your body convulsed, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you cried out, overwhelmed.
âFuck,â Mydei groaned, his own pace stuttering as he watched you fall apart again, utterly ruined. He let go of your throat, letting you gasp for air, but his grip on your hair didnât loosen. If anything, he pulled even âeven harder, forcing your back to arch impossibly deep as he chased his own high.
âYou just keep making a mess, huh?â Mydei groaned, his voice thick with lust, watching the way your body twitched from overstimulation. His cock was still buried inside you, stretching your dripping pussy as you clenched around him. His grip in your hair was relentless, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, while his free hand delivered a sharp slap to your ass. âSo fucking greedy, squirting all over me like a desperate little thing.â
You could barely breathe, could barely thinkâyour whole body was trembling, your thighs quivering from how hard he was fucking you. Your head spun from the mix of pain and pleasure, from the lingering pressure around your throat, from the way his cock dragged against your sweet spot with every brutal thrust.
Your moans were wrecked, broken, tears threatening to spill down your flushed cheeks. But Mydei wasnât done yet. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he growled, âYouâre not tapping out on me now, are you, kitty?â
You shook your head weakly, your voice coming out in a choked whimper. âN-NoâŚâ
âGood,â he murmured, his fingers slipping down to rub your swollen clit again, sending another sharp jolt of pleasure through you. âThen come for me one more time.
It wasnât a requestâit was an order. And your body obeyed, even as it burned from overstimulation. Your vision blurred, the pressure in your belly snapping again, your walls fluttering around him as another gush of slick dripped down your thighs.
âThat's it,â Mydei groaned, his grip on your hair finally loosening as he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. A deep growl tore from his throat as he came, filling you up with thick, hot spurts, his hips jerking against yours. He let out a satisfied sigh, his hands smoothing over your trembling body as he finally slowed.
You slumped forward, completely wrecked, panting as you tried to catch your breath. Mydei chuckled, trailing his fingers over your ass, down to your dripping cunt. âMessy thing,â he murmured, pushing his cum deeper with two fingers, making you whimper. âHope you didnât think we were done. I'm not letting you off that easy.â
Even as you trembled, spent and overstimulated, you knew you were in for a long night.
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Phainon's hands gripped your plush thighs tightly, guiding you as you bounced on his cock. His sharp blue eyes were locked onto you, drinking in the way your tits jiggled with every movement, the way your soft stomach tensed when he thrust up into you.
âYou look perfect like this,â he murmured, voice thick with desire. His hands pressed into your skin, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you who was in control. âTaking me so well, riding me like you were made for it.â
Your thighs burned, but the pleasure outweighed everything. His cock stretched you so deep, rubbing against that perfect spot with every bounce, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Your hands clutched his chest for support, fingers digging into the smooth, otherworldly skin as you whimpered.
Phainon groaned, tilting his head back as your walls fluttered around him, sucking him in greedily. âYou're so fucking wet,â he muttered, one hand sliding up to grab your tits, squeezing roughly before flicking your sensitive nipples. âLook at thisââ His other hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing fast, messy circles on your clit.
A sharp cry left your lips, your body jerking at the overwhelming sensation. âP-Phaiâ!â
He smirked at your desperation, fingers never slowing. âYou gonna come for me, pretty thing?â His hips snapped up, thrusting deeper just as he pinched your nipple, pushing you right over the edge.
Your body tensed, back arching as your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clamping down around his cock. Your vision blurred, breath hitching as pleasure consumed you. But Phainon didn't stopâhe kept fucking into you, riding out your high, dragging you into overstimulation.
âThat's it,â he growled, watching as you trembled, your juices dripping down onto his thighs. âYou're milking me so fucking goodââ His grip on your hips tightened, holding you down as he thrust up one last time, burying himself deep inside.
A low groan rumbled from his chest as he came, filling you up with thick, hot spurts. His claws pressed into your skin as he held you there, making sure you took everything, making sure his cum stayed deep inside.
Your body slumped forward, completely spent, forehead resting against his shoulder as you panted. Phainon chuckled, pressing a kiss against your temple. âNot done yet, sweet thing,â he murmured, rolling his hips just enough to make you whimper. âYou can give me another, can't you?â
Even as exhaustion weighed on you, you knew there was no escaping himânot when he still wanted more.
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Moze's hands were gentle as they rested on your hips, guiding you down on his cock slowly, making sure you were comfortable. His purple eyes stayed on you, calm but filled with something deeper, something hungry.
âYouâre doing so good, sweetheart,â he whispered, his voice soft but thick with desire. âTake your time, yeah?â
You nodded, breath shaky as you slowly sank all the way down, feeling his cock fill you up. It stretched you in all the right ways, and you could feel your pussy clenching around him, warm and tight.
âFeels sâ good,â you gasped, your hips lifting, starting to ride him, moving up and down at your own pace.
Moze groaned softly, his hands on your waist, guiding you just enough. âSo tight, so perfect for me,â he murmured, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin, as his purple eyes stared at you.
His movements were slow, controlled, making you feel every inch of him as he slid in and out. Your pussy tightened around him with each thrust, and you couldnât help but moan louder, the pleasure building up inside you.
âAh... Moze,â you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders as your pace picked up. âSâ good.â
Mozeâs breath hitched as you started bouncing faster, his hands tightening on your hips. âYouâre beautiful like this,â he murmured, his eyes darkening. His hands slid up to your chest, fingers brushing over your soft tits before gently squeezing. âSensitive, huh?â
You whimpered, biting your lip as your body trembled. âMm-hm,â you mumbled, not able to form much more than that. The pressure in your stomach was building fast.
Moze let out a low growl, his cock pushing deeper, his thrusts getting a little harder, a little more urgent. âCome on, sweetheart. Let go for me.â
And thatâs when it hitâyour body clenched tightly around him, and you squirted, liquid rushing out of you as your walls spasmed. You cried out, your back arching as the orgasm washed over you.
Moze's eyes widened, shocked by how you gushed all over him. âFuck, sweetheart...â He panted, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. âYouâ you did that for me?â
His thrusts slowed, but his hands were still tight on your waist, making sure he stayed buried deep inside as he let you ride out the aftershocks.
You nodded, breathless and flushed. âY-Yeah... all for you.â
Moze chuckled softly, his hand brushing your hair out of your face. âYouâre perfect,â he murmured, pulling you close. âYouâre amazing.â
His gentle touch made your heart race, and you melted into his arms, your body still trembling from the aftereffects. Moze kissed your forehead, holding you close, his hands soothing as he waited for you to recover.
Moze held you close, his gentle touch still grounding you as the aftershocks of your orgasm faded. You were still panting, your breath coming out in soft, shaky bursts, but the feeling of his arms around you, holding you tight, calmed the storm inside you.
âYou're okay, sweetheart,â he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his voice soothing. "You did so well.â he smiled softly, while gently scratching your fluffy ears.
You nodded, still too dazed to form many words, but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He was proud of you, and you were feeling that warmth inside you, deep down.
âMoze...â you murmured, lifting your head slightly to look at him. âIâ I didn't know I could... do that.â You were still catching your breath, but there was a hint of embarrassment in your voice.
He smiled softly, his hand caressing your cheek. âYouâre perfect, sweetheart. Never be embarrassed. You made me proud, and I wouldnât have it any other way.â His fingers trailed down to your collarbone, slowly making their way to your chest, his touch so gentle, so tender.
You melted into his touch, feeling his warmth seep into you. It was calming, reassuring. Moze had a way of making you feel safe, loved, as if everything was okay. Even after everything, even after the intensity, he was right there, still gentle, still caring.
âYou wanna keep going?â he asked, his voice low, but not pressuring. âI donât wanna rush you, but if youâre ready... I can take care of you some more.â
You nodded, your confidence returning slowly, your hands now gripping his shoulders as you looked down at him. âYeah, I want to... I want you.â
Moze chuckled softly, his hands moving back to your hips, guiding you gently as he helped you lift up before slowly lowering you back down onto him, taking his time to make sure everything felt just right. His cock slid in easily, the mix of his cum and your wetness making it feel even more intense.
âYou're so good to me,â you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with need as you started moving again, the pleasure slowly building up again. âI... I want more.â
Moze groaned, his hands firmly on your hips, but his movements were controlled, never forcing, just helping you find your rhythm as you rode him. âYouâre so perfect,â he murmured, his eyes fixed on you, taking in every move, every twitch, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him. âLet go, sweetheart. Iâm right here.â
With every thrust, every motion, the pleasure grew again, and you couldnât stop yourself. It was like you were on fire, your body craving more, wanting to feel everything.
And when you came again, your body trembled, your voice breaking as you gasped, Moze groaned in response, his grip tightening as he let out a low, satisfied growl, filling you once more.
âSuch a good girl,â he whispered against your skin, his lips brushing over your shoulder. âYouâre amazing, sweetheart. I love you.â
You smiled softly, your body still humming from the aftershocks of your orgasm. âI love you too, Moze.â
You stayed in each otherâs arms for a long time after, savoring the quiet intimacy, the connection that felt like it could last forever.
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Your face was hot, burning from the mix of pleasure and humiliation, but Sunday didnât care. He never did. The way he handled youâlike you were nothing more than a desperate, needy thing beneath himâonly made the coil in your stomach tighten.
âSuch a filthy little kitten,â he sneered, one hand tangled in your curls, yanking your head back so you couldnât escape his gaze. His other hand cracked down against your ass, making you jolt, a whimper breaking past your swollen lips. âThink you deserve to be treated nice? After making all these messes on me?â
You barely had the chance to answer before he spanked you again, harder this time, the sting spreading through your body in sharp, electric pulses. Your tail flicked wildly, ears twitching as you squirmed beneath him.
âP-please,â you gasped, voice breaking as another hit landed.
Sunday only chuckled, deep and cruel, his gloved fingers trailing down to where you were soaked, dripping against him. He tsked. âBegging like you got any right to. Youâre already so ruined, kitten. Just look at you.â
You couldnât. Your head was spinning, body trembling from the way he forced you down, made you take every ruthless movement, every sharp pull and teasing squeeze against your throat. His grip tightened just enough to steal your breath, his lips ghosting over your ear. His cock thrusting deep into your pussy.
âWhat is it, huh?â he murmured, mockingly sweet. âIs it too much? Or do you like being used like this?â
You barely managed a whine, but something about the way he touched you, the way he bullied your body into submission, your walls clenching around his thick cock, had you unraveling faster than ever before. The pressure inside you coiled unbearably tight, different from any other timeâhotter, messier, overwhelming.
âS-Sunday,â you gasped, your fingers clawing at the sheets, your hips stuttering as a wave of heat built impossibly high. âSâ somethinââfeelsââ
Sunday clicked his tongue, unimpressed. âUse your words, kitten.â
âC-canât,â you slurred, barely able to think. ââS too muchâ!â
And then it snapped.
The pleasure crashed into you, ripping through your body like a live wire. Your vision blurred as a helpless cry spilled from your lips, and before you could even process it, you were gushing, soaking everything beneath you. It was messy, uncontrollable, unlike anything youâd ever felt before.
Sunday froze. Just for a second. Then his sharp, breathy laughter filled the air, laced with something dark and thrilled.
âWell, well,â he mused, his grip on your hair tightening as he forced you to face the soaked sheets beneath you. âDidnât know my little pet could do that.â His free hand slid down, fingers swiping through the evidence of your shame before delivering another sharp slap against your ass, making you yelp. âYouâre so fucking desperate, you donât even know what your own body can do, huh?â
Tears pricked at your eyes, your body still trembling, too overstimulated to think straight. You tried to bury your face in the sheets, but Sunday wasnât having it.
âNuh-uh. No hiding from me now,â he growled, his palm cracking against your skin once more, sending another jolt of pleasure straight through your core. âYou made a mess, kitten. You better get ready to clean it up.â
You were still shaking, thighs twitching from the aftershocks, but Sunday didnât let up. If anything, your mess only seemed to amuse him more.
âDidnât even know you could do that, huh?â he taunted, fingers trailing down to press against the soaked sheets beneath you before dragging them back up along your trembling thighs. âPoor, dumb kitten. What, did you think Iâd let you off easy just âcause you made a mess?â
You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pushing you back down, forcing your body to take everything he gave you. His cock throbbed against you, still buried deep, still relentless as he picked up his pace again, making you jolt with every sharp movement.
âN-noâcanâtââ you whimpered, but Sunday only laughed, his grip tightening around your throat as he shoved your face into the soaked sheets.
âDonât tell me youâre already givinâ up,â he mocked, voice dripping with condescension. âYou wanted this, didnât you? So take it.â
A choked gasp was all you managed, your body burning from the overstimulation, every nerve alight with the lingering aftershocks of what heâd forced out of you. It was too muchâtoo sensitiveâbut Sunday didnât care. He grinned at the way your body trembled, at the way you tried and failed to push against his grip.
âLook at you,â he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. âSo fuckinâ desperate. So messy. You really are just my stupid little pet, huh?â
His hand slid down, past your stomach, fingers toying with your sensitive clit in cruel little circles, sending another helpless shudder through your body. You sobbed against the sheets, hips jerking involuntarily as the sensation sent another wave of unbearable heat through you.
Sunday only smirked. âWhatâs wrong? Too much for you?â His hips snapped forward, making you cry out. âToo bad, kitten. Weâre not done until I say we are.â
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Imagine telling op guys who has a crush on you, that you want to sleep with them. You just plop down next to them cuddle into them and fall asleep. It's just hem turning red and trying to calm down their thoughts
hehe, this is legit so cute. (tweaked the prompt to be a little more suggestive than just thoughts in the end.)
not a dream ft. the monster trio!
set-up: as anon asked! you happened to utter five simple words, "can i sleep with you?" to the op boys (who have a crush crush on you). now these idiots are contemplating if they'd make it out alive. warnings: includes nsfw thoughts!! no actual things happen but the guys are thinking very very perverted shit, so, if not comfortable please skip!!! m.list
luffy:
đ you know luffy. do you think luffyâ the guy who clings to everyone, doesn't know the word "personal" and "space", who will probably hug you even if you threatened to punch himâ will really mind if you told him you wanted to sleep with him? fuck no. even if you stood in front of him with a "i like you, i wanna sleep with you" in a suggestive way, he would say something along the lines of "awh, i like you too. let's sleep."
đ but well, this was different. cause he liked you. so when you decided to show up at his door after dinner with a cranky look, he was both confused and intrigued. "what's wrong with ya?" the captain mumbled as you sat next to him on the bed. "chopper and ussop. ugghhh." you groaned, "they're doing some stupid shit next door and making so much noise. there is no possible way i can sleep there. and im sure nobody else will let me crash with them tonight in their room." luffy would have probably leapt up and gone to join the other two fools had you not sprawled out next to him. you gave him a tired smile, "so, can i sleep with you?" đyou hadn't even waited for an answer. mindlessly, you draped a hand over his torso and snuggled into his chest. he pulled you towards himself on instinct. this was normal. yeah. hugging a crewate. yeah. totally normal. atleast for him. then why was his heart beating so fast? mouth going dry? why was sweat clinging uncomfortably to his back although he knew the night air was frigid? đyou shifted and your chest brushed against his. luffy swallowed wantonly as you shifted again. and then one more time. trying to find the most comfortable position, he guessed. mechanically, you pushed yourself further against him. and this motherfucker went as stiff as a washboard. "luffy?" you mumbled against his skin before tracing your eyes upward. from this position, your doe-eyes bore into his, "you don't mind right? it's just really cold, sorry." how could he mind? your soft body was against his. your fingers drummed faint melodies against his back and your hair smelled like some floral scented shampoo. every time you breathed out, the warm air caressed him and goosebumps painted his hands. he felt your peaked chest brush against his again and he almost swallowed his own tongue. "luffy?" you asked again, your voice saccharine. and he vaguely wondered how would the same voice sound if he tore open that flimsy top your were wearing and held your soft skin against his palm. or if he took the courage enough to dip his fingers below the waistband of your pajamas and felt you up. would you say his name like that? đ well, fuck. this was the captain had thought so much in his entire life. and they were thoughts about feeling up his crewmate's tits. and, as a result of such vigorous thinking, a problem had arose in his pants. he tried to think it away. tried thinking about sea-kings or hideous devil-fruit users. of alvida. or anyone else. he even tried to think of food so that his attention could be diverted. but even the most tastiest of sanji's pudding couldn't take away the throbbing in his cock. and the delicious feeling of your soft skin next to his. as a last resort, he prayed that you wouldn't shift more and feel his dick against you. he prayed you would take his silence as rejection and simply drift off to sleep. but ofcourse, this is a godless land. because you moved again. and when you felt his hard-on against your thigh, you looked up at him. lips caught between your teeth, blinking up at him almost innocently, you asked, "got a problem, captain?" before he could answer, you pressed forward, "i think i can fix it." on the other side of the ship nami burst into chopper and ussop's room. when she yelled, it probably could be heard over the entire ship, "LET US SLEEP, YOU MORONS. WE HAVE A LONG DAY TOMORROW. GO SLEEP OR I'LL FINE YOU BOTH A MILLION BERRIES PER MINUTE THAT YOU'RE UP." you're not sure if it was chopper or ussop crying in the distance. but oh well, you have a captain to please đ¤
zoro:
đzoro's not even fucking sure how he ended up like this. he's sure it involved some higher-than-tolerable level of alcohol for both the parties involved. and he's sure it must have been your idea that he had drunkenly complied with. "let's sleep together" "okay" what was he thinking? because right now, you were sprawled against his chest. both of you were on his bed. his shirt was off, yours was barely on. a bit of drool peaked out from the corner of your lips. and he found himself quietly rubbing it away with the pad of his thumb, smiling softly to himself. ew?! was he still drunk?? as the realization set in, he pulled his hands back in wicked horror and looked around as if someone had seen him. it was still night, and in the middle of the night, the effects of the cheap booze must have wore off of him and he awoke to you as his bed. đ"hey." he tried to shake you awake but you just groaned, sinking further into him. he hissed when you buried your face against his bare skin. he whisper-shouted, ignoring the goosebumps on both of your skins, "wake up. go back to your own room, woman." but you didn't shift an inch. instead, you stayed buried against him. he groaned but when his eyes fell back to your face, he couldn't help but fight off the impending blush that crawled up his face. your hair was a mess and your cheek was squished against his chest. you breathed softly and sometimes, your fingers twitched against his skin and you touched him fleetingly. and you were warm. too warm for his liking. he tried to look away but his hand carefully came up to your face. staying there not a moment too long, he dragged it downwards. over your shoulders and over your back. he stopped before he went too far and grabbed your ass, the curve so delicious in his eyes. but he stopped, pulling his hands back to lay on the linen sheets. he was a horny man, not an evil douche. đbut you must have been hell-bent in proving flaws in his moral-code, because you shifted and your pelvis shifted over his. he bit back a grunt at the movement over the fabric. you were so cozy against him. the way you brushed up against him, the way your hair tickled him. would you like it if he pulled your hair? would you moan? god, what would you sound if you moaned out his name? he was a bad man. thinking all of those things. and he tried to focus on anything but the blood-rush to his dick, really, but the way you started moving against him, almost mechanically. god. that made all attempts to ignore his boner disappear. his hips moved upwards and he closed his eyes, giving into the friction of you against him. soft moans fell from his lips, hips still moving upwards to graze your clothed thighs. đ"zoro?" you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eye. you strained your neck up and he looked down at you, dazed. "you okay, zo?" when he found himself unable to talk and you found a harsh roll of hips under you, you connected the dots. a playful smile tugged on your lips, "need some help?" "no." the swordsman swallowed thickly. "fine." you shrugged, clamoring off him. your hips swayed as you made a futile attempt to find your discarded shorts somewhere in the room. you gave him a lingering look, "i should go back to my room. the crew will freak out if they find us like this." "no." he caught your wrist, tugging you towards him, "stay. i could use some help." đin the morning, sanji walked into the swordman's room to see if the moron could find you somewhere since you were nowhere to be found on the ship. what he found, instead, was you and the mosshead tangled in his sheets. when you and zoro had finally made it to the breakfast table, sanji may/may not have been crying. luffy, ussop and chopper were laughing in the background. nami decided it was a good enough reason to even high-five zoro. it was an awkward breakfast.
sanji:
đsanji was probably in heaven. yes, that's the only explanation. sure, the ship was en route to alabasta but he was on his way to heaven. because there's no way you had come seeking him out in the middle of the night. you had said, "i can't sleep." "oh?" the cook had wordlessly stepped aside and you took on the opportunity to slip in. he shut the door behind you, "can i help you then, love? want me to cook something?" "i would have really not bothered you but i don't know who else to ask. nami and vivi are sleeping together and the bed's not big for the three of us." you rambled, "and zoro probably showered five months ago. and luffy, ussop and chopper are passed out in the common room. so... can i sleep with you?" it's a miracle he didn't pass out on hearing those words. it's an even bigger miracle that that was three hours ago and he had still not passed out. now, sanji lay next to youâ as stiff as a corpseâ while you snored. your body shifted and your hands reached out towards sanji. your palm ran up and down his torso as to check if he was there. and once you had gotten a confirmation, you scooted in his direction and sanji held his breath as if one wayward puff of air will wake you up. đvinsmoke sanji was trying. he was trying o maintain his composure, to not pull you into his chest. he was trying not to think about the way your chest will feel against his, the way his fingers will glide over your thighs, the way your hand will fit around his dicâ and it was as if you could hear his wretched thoughts. because your hands moved over his torso. gliding up and down. you leaned into his touch, molding your body against his. you might have been having an interesting dream cause he saw your hips gently rocking, your thighs pressed harder and you eyes clenched shut. you buried your head into his chest and the smell of your shampoo seemed to turn him on more. he ignored his weeping dick, decided to pay it no mind. but all of that resolve crumbled when he heard you moan his name into the fabric across his chest. your nails dug into his shoulders and your nose buried as deeply as it could against his skin. đ he gently guided his fingers to your thighs. and you shook under his soft touches. his thumb softly brushed over your clothed pussy and bucked towards his hand. he could probably just feel you up and you'd let himâ "âshit." sanji quickly brought his hand back, realizing that you were sleeping and out of it. even if your lips chanted his name, he couldn't do the things his mind was convincing him to do. because if he started, he wouldn't stop. đso, to get himself rid of such sinful thoughts, he decided to hide in the shower and pump at his hard cock till he was tired. till you crawled out of his head. till your voice stopped ringing in his ears, making his cock impossibly harder. he slowly pushed you away, trying to climb off the bed. but as soon as you felt his warmth disappear, you cracked open an eye, "sanji?" "uh" his face went red, eyes averting, "just going to the washroom. i'd be back." you sat up, "did i go too far?" sanji's mouth hung agape as you pulled him back into bed, "i thought you wanted me to moan your name like thatâ" "âwh-what?" "i had a dream." you innocently traced your index nail down his torso and brushed it over his sleeping shorts, "think you can help me?" you blinked up at him, "pretty please." đ the next morning, the cook of the crew made the worst breakfast possible. wasn't his fault. all he could think about was you and your breathless moans and your eyes asâ "this tastes like shit." the swordman argued. "thEN MAKE IT YOURSELF, FREELOADER." "might as well if you're gonna cook so bad." "âi think it tastes fine." nami sighed, "if i knew you getting some would make you a terrible cook, i would have let (yn) sleep with me and vivi." and the entire ship choked on their (terrible) breakfast.
a/n: i tweaked the prompt a bit (as i was getting stuck with the original ask), but i hope this was good enough anon!! as always, thanks for reading and send in req that you might have <3 (tagging: @bokutosbiceps cause i know you love luffy) m.list
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--Í[satoru gojo x female! reader]-Í-
â°â⤠word count; 5800
â°â⤠rundown; satoru is everything you want and more, it is time you gave him a little more of you.
â°â⤠caution; virgin! reader (also described as having small breasts), established relationship, corruption kink, cunninglingus, size kink, cum eating, ball sucking (?), handjob, dry humping, fingering.
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he is pretty, way too pretty for you to think properly.
"can i suck your dick?" satoru flinches once the words leave your mouth. he is perched on the quaint white sofa in your apartment and maybe you should not have spoken so loosely because his eyes slightly widen as he turns to you.
"sorry! it's just... you haven't tried anything with me." you unsurely speak, avoiding his gaze. satoru is respectful, overly so. you thought inviting him to your place would at least give him a hint without you having to spell it out for him.
sky blue eyes flit over your features before he licks his lips. they are so pink they look doll like. "i don't want to push you." he pauses. "because you're a virgin." while he does not admit it, it undeniably makes him hard.
"i'm not ready for sex but other things." you trail off, "you can do other things with me."
he jaggedly nods, his head feels dizzy after hearing you say he can have his way with you. "i'll do anything you want."
you perk up immediately.
"how do i get it hard?" he follows your gaze as you focus on his crotch. where the grey fabric of his pants are futile in concealing his bulge.
you are too cute. satoru surges forward to press soft wet kisses to the right of your neck before shifting to give the left the same treatment.
your breath picks up at his proximity, you feel the softness of his hair but it is a lot different in this atmosphere.
his large palm cups along your jaw. "you don't have to do anything. i could look at you and my cock gets so hard it hurts. it's worse cause these clothes are so skimpy." his gaze has darkened now, your mouth feels sticky with spit and your stomach turns in an unfamiliar way.
he grips your wrist to bring your hand onto his stiffened erection. "feel that?" he urges your touch along him, it feels hard, long and hot. so hot.
it does not take long before you are caressing him without any assistance, he puffs air into your face. "i didn't make a move cause i didn't want to scare you but i wanted to touch you. whenever you leaned over i saw your titties, i saw how small they are and your puffy nipples. got such cute tits, babe, wanted to suck on them so bad, would you like that?" you mewl at his low voice, his thumb strokes over your bottom lip.
"toru." his expression looks almost pained at how airy you sound, your voice is sexed out already. when you call him like that how is he supposed to stay sane?
he tugs the straps of your vest down, you practically writhe like a cock is in you as your breasts are revealed. you squeeze along his length, your little hand working him despite your lack of experience.
"i want to lick them up, see how much you squirm or if you'd cum from that alone. just from your little tits getting sucked" he paws at your chest, there is barely a handful for him to grope.
he tweaks your nipples, his eyes narrowing and his tongue flicking over his lip. he is so close you can see the sky within his eyes, the thickness of his lashes and the blush along his skin.
"you didn't wear a bra, what about panties? what kind do you wear, ones with little bows, pink, white? what's a virgin like you into? you keep your tight cunt covered in cute ones or do you dress her like a whore?" you moan at the vulgarity, your forehead leaning on his while you lose your bearings.
your pussy is a soaking mess and if you could, you would press your thighs together to relieve the ache that is building up the longer satoru invades your space.
your insides clench and clamp down, they feel like they are begging for something. satoru tugs your hand away from his heady cock and you whine.
"why don't you show me? show me what you have under those slutty shorts." he pinches at your nipple hard enough to make you wince, his teeth flashing as he smiles. he looks so pretty, far too perfect to be real.
your palm slowly strokes your pussy over your shorts, satoru's eyes hold yours before they flit down to look at you touch yourself.
his hands reach for your waist, bunching up in the fabric of your vest. he is so big and strong, his muscles flex and pulse. your fingers prod the waist band, biting your lip as you slip further in.
the soft skin of your pussy meets your fingers and the wetness pooling from your slit drenches them after. it is hot and syrupy. he can see bare skin where your hand keeps the fabric pulled taunt.
"i didn't wear any. cause you'd be here. i thought about you seeing my pussy through my shorts. did you, toru? when i answered the door or when i sat down did you see it?" he groans, rolling his head against yours.
you stroke down your slit, you are wetter than usually. you are so much wetter now than when you are touching yourself to the thought of him.
"you're driving me crazy. yeah i saw it. i saw your little cunt. you need to be careful, i'll start thinking you're telling me to take your pussy when you do things like this." you face contorts, satoru's hand trailing along your sides and his voice sounds like a wet dream come through.
you pump the underside of your fingers along your swollen opening. "i am, toru. it's already yours." your voice is all shaky and you do not sound like yourself at all.
you are all whiny and borderline desperate. you sound like you need to get fucked. you hurriedly tug your hand away to grip his face and press your mouth to his.
the slick from your fingers taints his skin and you hardly know how to kiss but satoru tilts his head to deepen it. he is a good kisser but you knew that already, you have kissed him before but never this exposed, never with this palpable tension.
he hums into your mouth, his hand cupping your throat as his tongue glides over yours. you feel like the saliva pools in your mouth, you suck on his bottom lip then you kiss him harder.
your fingers pull on his hair, your teeth gnashing. it is open mouthed and desperate. the kiss is all wet and sloppy and any time either of you pull back the other chases.
the other pushes forward to keep your mouths connected. wet smacks fill the room, his tongue claims every part of your mouth it already has and when you both lean back your chest is heaving
"fuck, oh fuck." you pant and your fists tangle in his shirt to pull him back in, your lips glide along satoru's, spit swapping and your cunt aching the more you kiss him.
you think you might give him your virginity this very moment.
his thumb strokes your throat, using his grip to draw you closer. your entire body is vibrating, you feel like every neurone in your system is firing off.
you whine, your mouth leaving his with a sticky smacking noise. "i think m'losing it." you breathlessly mutter, satoru drags his finger along your lips, smearing the saliva across the swollen flesh.
"i am too, you shouldn't have let me touch you. i won't be able to stop." you look so innocent, yet your hair is all messed up, your lips are puffy from kissing so aggressively, your cute little boobs are exposed and your pussy is so insanely wet, there is a wet patch through your shorts.
it drives satoru insane, how can you look like sin incarnate and still have innocence all over your face.
"i don't want you to stop." he groans at your admission, you need to stop before he is too far gone. you need to stop before satoru starts thinking about how the inside of your tight virgin pussy will feel. all hot, gooey and sticky. he just knows your leaky little fuck hole would take his shape so well.
he leans in to peck your lips, satoru needs to stop thinking. "m'not letting you suck my cock." you stare at him in disappointment. why are you doing that? satoru has half a mind to stick his cock in one of your holes and you are making it far too difficult not to.
his hands caress your hair, smoothening it down before he cups your face. he wants to bite your pouty lips and never stop kissing them at the same time.
"not today, not gna slip my cock in your tight baby throat and feel all those little muscles gripping me, no cause i want to eat up your pussy instead. i want to taste how sweet you are and stick my tongue in that virgin hole." your fingers paw at his body, feeling his hard stiff muscles beneath them. he tugs off your vest and you lay back as he reaches for the waist band of your shorts.
a deep sound rumbles in his chest when the material peels away from your cunt and he sees it for the first time.
"c'mon didn't you want me to see? spread your legs." and you do, without any fanfare. satoru's large palms coax along the back of your thighs before he cups under your knees to keep you open for his prying eyes. satoru wonders how long you had been thinking about showing him your hot sticky pussy.
he wishes you showed him sooner but he might have lost it since then. your cunt is dripping with slick, it leaks down your hole to your ass. you look all pink inside satoru wants to see it stretched around him, he wants to feel you gripping his cock and milking him dry.
"got such a pretty pussy, i'm lucky, so fucking lucky. my pretty girl is so gorgeous. look at this messy little hole, she's so wet, fuck." the tips of his fingers trail along your slit, collecting your wetness before he rolls your stiff clit. you jolt as he strokes your bundle of nerves. the mewl that escapes you is borderline pornographic.
he leans over to lap at your lips and then he is shoving his tongue in your mouth to roughly kiss you. his entire body is between your legs, he covers you completely. he is so big it makes you ditzy. he is hard and muscular all over.
when he is on you like this, all you can think about is how easily he could fuck you, it is all you want. you want him pounding into your pussy until you are brainless. he is so close he could take you right now if he pleased.
your hands tangle in his hair, trailing down his jaw and neck before you squeeze his broad shoulders. satoru moans into your mouth, propping his arm beside your head to crowd over you more.
your hips stuttering as he rubs your clit harder. you feel his bulge hitting the back of your thigh, hot on your skin beneath his clothes. you want to see it, you want to touch it.
"toru, i want to see you" a growl rumbles in his throat and he licks into your mouth. "take it off, please" you tug at his shirt, he does not want to stop kissing you. his expression is pained as he pulls away, hurriedly yanking off his shirt to reveal his narrow waist and the muscles all over his body.
you giggle when he shoves his pants down and almost falls over. he climbs onto you with an embarrassed smile on his face and blush coating his cheeks. "you laughing at me?" you hum. "cause you're cute and i like you." you brush the long hair away from of his forehead and wrap your legs around his narrow waist to tug him in.
when his covered erection meets your slit you both breathe heavily. "why didn't you take these off?" your finger prods the waistband of his boxers. your eyes are on his, the same ones that look like every sunny sky is held within them.
"i don't trust myself to not fuck you. if i take them off, you won't be a virgin for much longer." you shiver beneath him. that does not sound like a threat, it sounds like the solution to everything.
like something you need to keep breathing. satoru is big, every muscle in his body is defined, you can trace each one with your eyes. his shoulders, his abs, his biceps. you want to see how they flex and bulge when he is losing himself in your cunt. how they will pulse when he is fucking you.
he gropes your breasts, his tongue laving over your nipple before he sucks down on the perked flesh. your legs jerk when he thrusts his hips into yours. your stomach feels tight, you feel like there are too many butterflies within the small space.
your pussy leaks so much liquid it drenches the front of his boxers, it only makes it easier for him to hump away with your pussy. his bulky thighs are warm as they press into the back of yours to hold you open. satoru pants into your skin, you can see the ripple of his back muscles as he fucks his hips.
there are wet smacks of his cock colliding with your cunt, this alone feels so good, you know it would feel a million times better if he was actually fucking you. you want him to have you, you want the real thing. it turns your brain to mush, makes your cunt ache and your tummy tremble.
he is breathless when he kisses you, it is hard and sloppy. almost as hard as his cock grinding against you. it is thick and long, you want to have it in your hand, down your throat, inside you.
you never thought depravity would ruin you like this but it does and it is okay because satoru is the only one you will get like this for.
his hands desperately grip your cheeks and jaw. you moan as he pulls back to slam his hips particularly hard. hard enough to make your body jerk and your back arch.
"i want to eat you out. i need your pussy in my mouth, need to know how you taste." you whine, your nails dig into his nape, thighs squeezing on either side of his hips.
"anything, toru. anything you want." you mewl. the friction on your pussy has your head in a mess, more of a mess than the slick leaking from your untouched hole.
he presses his stuttering hips flush to yours, his hefty length digging into your cunt. "you don't know how much i thought about this, i used to rub my dick raw when i thought about getting my mouth on you. my tongue in you, wanted to smell and taste your pussy so bad."
he slowly kisses down your sternum, hands trailing over the heat his lips leave in their wake. his palms are so wide, just one spans your waist. just one covers the plane of your stomach. his mouth seems to water the closer he gets to your sex.
you tug your legs to your chest, your hands folded and resting over your mouth. you tense when satoru presses his nose into your slick and nudges the flesh. it is embarrassing, even after all you did, it makes you more flustered than you can explain.
"you smell like heaven, baby. fuck don't ever keep this cunt away from me." his tongue flicks out to lave over your buzzing clit and your eyes shut tightly. it is when he reaches your dripping hole does your body stiffen the most.
your toes curl as he licks you greedily, sucking at the sodden flesh. it is like he does not want to stop. he presses further, his tongue flattening over the expanse of your pussy as he licks it entirely.
"fuck, babe. your pussy's too perfect." his eyes flick upwards, they are blown out and predatory. he spreads your lips before wetly spitting a thick glob into you.
he drags it along your slit before plunging a finger inside. it is long and thick, a lot thicker than any of yours. you writhe at the intrusion.
"how am i supposed to fuck such a tight hole? won't be able to take it, i might just rip your cute little cunt apart." his mouth encloses your clit, sucking and licking as he fucks his finger into you. the pace he sets is fast and riveting, it has you moaning like a freaked up slut instead of a virgin.
you brokenly cry when he adds another finger and your insides are stretched more than they are used to. you can hear the soaked soppy noises of your hole being slammed into over and over, his slimy mouth on your clit.
it is so embarrassing. yet it feels so good, getting your insides stroked and having his mouth somewhere you never thought it should be made your entire body buzz.
his mouth wetly separates from your clit with a sticky pop. "you like that? yeah you do, got your pussy dripping all over me." he thrusts his fingers, deep and fast. like he has done it countless times before.
you dumbly nod your head, your insides squeezing his digits and your hips rutting to meet his movements. he pounds into your hole until the creamy liquid is dripping down his wrist and there are tears in your eyes. saliva webs in your mouth while you moan. he slowly pulls his digits out of you.
"you okay?" you hum, sniffling. your eyes trail along his glistening fingers, it is weird to think they were just inside of you. satoru looks at you as he kisses your abdomen, caressing your thigh before his tongue glides along your entrance.
the tip prods your cunt and you whine lowly when the hot slimy muscle finally sinks in, hips tilting at the strange sensation. he groans into your flesh, his jaw dropping to press deeper. the tip of his perfect nose nuzzles against your clit and your eyes flutter constantly.
your lids threaten to shut as his mouth drips saliva onto you and the muscle squirms within your gooey walls. the knot in your stomach pulls tighter and tighter, your thighs tensing at the sight of him bobbing his head between your legs.
your shaky fingers find purchase in fluffy white locks. the feeling of his tongue being pumped into you makes your mind go blank, it makes your mouth water and your insides tighten.
squelching sounds fill the room as he eats your cunt up. his tongue going so deep your vision blurs.
"toru, toru, toru." you did not realise you were moaning. blue eyes flick up to look at you, you who is so lost in pleasure your head is leaned back and your chest is heaving.
satoru thinks if he had to choose the happiness moment in his life it would be here, with you. you were intoxicating enough but having you like this meant he could never be without you.
your slick in his mouth drives him insane, he wants it on his tongue always, he could die happy if your pussy is the last thing he has. he sucks up your drenched hole before moving to your clit.
he laps at the mound, fingers filling your hole to replace his tongue. the faster he shoves into you the more you tremble, the more your body jolts and the tighter you grip his hair. they reach for his shoulders instead, nails digging into his flesh and it makes satoru think about you clawing his skin when his cock is buried balls deep in you.
your voice is all high pitched and whiny, your head writhes against the couch, hips bucking into his face. he does not give you a break, despite your moans being broken and shaky.
no, he slams his fingers into your creamy pussy, feeling your walls pulsing around him as he quickly thrusts into you.
your liquid splatters with the pace of his movements, his mouth alternating between sucking your clit and licking it up. your voice is all honey dew and dreamy when you cream.
satoru groans at the taste of your cum, still fingering your innocent hole as he laps at the evidence of your orgasm. your thighs tremble and you roll your hips into his face, breathless with the weight of your high.
satoru's jaw is covered with slick when he moves over you, his other hand still gently caressing between your folds after slipping out of your sensitive slit. "why do you know how to do that?" you mumble.
"i had to know just so i could do it with you." he flashes you the prettiest smile. you trace his jawline, your blurred eyes trailing over his messy hair, his lengthy lashes, his gorgeous eyes and the slope of his nose.
the pinkness of his lips is more swollen than usual and cum drips down his jaw. even so he lacked imperfections.
satoru pecks your cheek "you were so good, such a perfect girl." he presses his body flush onto yours, both of his arms hugging your figure.
your smile is flustered with his weight on you, you keep him as close as possible. you are overwhelmed in a good way.
you think you would do this countless times so long as it is with satoru. he buries his face into the crook of your neck and sighs softly.
"i don't think i could be without you." truly, he thinks it might break him. you press a kiss to his hair, your hand stroking down the toned bulked up expanse of his back.
"you'll always have me, toru." the sound that escapes him is something like a whine as he leans in to peck your lips.
"we should clean up." you slowly let go when he sits himself up. satoru's arm is resting along the back of the couch, one leg folded while the other rests on the tiled floor.
his dexterous hand adjusts his cock through his boxers. the thickness looks like it is struggling with the constricting fabric. your body feels lighter, the mess between your legs is a bit uncomfortable but you tug them to your chest and look at the male before you.
he is way too big, it makes you all tingly inside. like he could hurt you if he wanted to but he does not. like if he held you, his arms would be the most impenetrable fortress.Â
"what do you want to do after?" he leans his head back, his eyes turn to you and his adam's apple bobs. he is looking at you but you are staring at his evident erection.
the thin material of his boxers does nothing to hide the girth of his aching cock nor does it conceal the wet patch from his pre cum.
"so shameless." he slyly smiles, he reaches to nudge your chin but his resolve falters when your gaze flits between his crotch and his eyes and your cute little tongue trails along the seam of your kiss swollen lips.
he hopes you do not say what he knows you will because satoru cannot resist you. not a single ounce of him has the strength to refuse you.
"toru, i can take care of you too." his smile slowly drops and his mouth dries. his eyes go dark and he tilts his head.
"yeah?" he sees your little hands bunch into fists before you perch yourself on your knees and you lean closer to him.
satoru wants you this close forever, to always see, touch and have no matter what. your hair frame your face and your lips pouts with your words.
"if you want to use my mouth or anything else, you can." you are temptation. you are temptation in the form of an angel.
satoru swallows hard, he shifts closer to you, hands cupping either side of your head. he kisses your forehead before nuzzling your nose with his.
"today isn't about me, we'll do it another time." your eyes flit over his features, leaning in to peck his plush pink lips. you grips his wrists, stroking them.
"but i want to do it now, i really want to see it." satoru breathes heavily. he feels like there is no air in his lungs.
"okay." it comes out soft, you are too good for him. "i just need you to put something on if i'm taking my boxers off."
his large palm trails down your bare chest "you're too pretty, you're everything i want and i don't trust myself to not take you." you slowly nod before holding his hand. satoru follows you without a question, he would follow you to ends of the earth without any hesitation.
your bedroom is pink where your apartment is white everywhere else, it is like you were hiding all the colour in here. it is his first time in your bedroom despite the countless times you slept over in his.
you have plushies all over your bed, the sheets are pink, your fluffy pillows are pink, your closet is wide open and all that meets the eye is pink. your laptop, headset, desk. it is all pink.
you leave him beside your bed and he sits at the edge with an increasingly painful erection making his boxers tight.
his eyes trail over your room and he has to adjust his cock again. this should not be a turn on.
yet something about you, a pretty little thing like you touching yourself in such an adorable room, getting fucked by him in here.
the thought of him pressing your face into these pink sheets and rawing your cunt with reckless abandon. it makes him lose his mind.
he winces as he tugs his swollen cock. when you come back into his view, pink lacy panties are covering your pussy and the matching bra that conceals your tits makes satoru groan.
you draw closer to him and his large palms caress your hips. "now i know you wear cute panties." he jokingly says but there is a desperate undertone in his voice.
when you kneel down, satoru thinks he might be too turned on to think. he wants to keep you to himself.
your hand strokes along his happy trail before teasing the waistband framing his deep v line. he gently grasps your wrist, preventing you from going further.
"we'll leave the blow job for another day, okay? you can use your hand, i'll tell you what to do." you nod yet your eyes look all hungry. his abs tense, staring at your face as he tucks his thumbs into his boxers and tugs them down his thighs.
finally having his aching cock unrestricted has him grunting. your expression is so flustered yet you are pressing your legs together to dull that burning desire at the sight of him.
he grits his teeth, you are staring at it, from the pinkness of his swollen tip, to the dip where his head meets his shaft. the hefty girth with veins trailing down it, there is one particularly prominent one along the underside.
satoru wants to make you feel every inch of it inside, he wants to make you take his shape. maybe he is thinking too deeply, he jolts when your mouth surrounds the side of his ballsack and your little tongue is laved along it repeatedly. "don't- ohmfuck. okay, okay." he pants, fingers curling into his palms.
you need to stop before satoru shoves his entire cock down your throat without any care that you are gagging and choking on it. the gasp that leaves him is way too shaky. his tip goes past your face, it is over the crown of your head, it is too big for you. he is too big for you but he cannot not touch you.
he needs you like he needs air. he hums softly, he should stop you. he really should but he cannot when you are sucking at his balls. your little hands resting on his upper thighs and your mouth is draining him of any self preservation.
"you like it?" there is a sticky noise as your mouth pulls back, so much saliva on his skin. it is even webbed in your mouth.
"mm, you're so big toru." hearing those words in your soft voice makes his cock ache. he should not, he really should not but he needs to see it.
"keep that pretty baby mouth closed." he cups the back of your head, gripping his cock and squeezing it tightly before he presses it into your cheek. he curses, burning it into memory as he rubs his mushroom tip along your lips. his pre cum looks better than any lipgloss you own.
his fingers tangle in your hair to make you look up at him. having pretty little you, kneeling in nothing but laced panties chips away at satoru's restraint.
"want you to wrap your hand around it, can you do that for me?" you hum, when he lets go your fingers take his place. right around his base, your hand is so much smaller and so much softer. your fingers do not even reach around the perimeter of his cock.
his breaths are all laboured and hard, "don't put it in your mouth, just lick the head." his thumb strokes your cheek and you lean closer. your squirming slimy tongue trails over the slit and satoru throbs against the muscle.
"fuck, baby, you're so good at listening." he grips your hand to guide you up and down his length. "squeeze it a bit and move your hand like this." pre cum dribbles and he lets you do it on your own. it is jerky and unsure but somehow your hand feels so much better than his. he leans back on his arms, his hips moving slightly, his chest heaving and his dick begging for release.
"am i doing okay?" you mumble, begging for praise, feeling the ridges of his cock along your fingers while you slowly stroke up over his thick head and down his shaft.
the liquid seeping from his tip glides down along the sides and collects on your fingers, making it easier to jerk him off.
"more than okay, pretty girl. you're perfect." satoru's hand tangles in your pink sheets, the other reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear.
"faster?" you tilt your head, you are like a puppy. the cutest one ever.
"if you want." he grunts, when your hand starts pumping at his cock more, his eyes roll back. the muscles along his thighs flexing, all over his body in fact. he cannot help but fuck his hips upwards to meet your movements.
he is leaking incessantly, it coats your hand and it sounds all sticky and wet when you rub his cock. satoru curses, he feels like a virgin, maybe it was you, maybe it was your hand on him but it made his stomach all tight and his cock throb with no control.
you stroke at his base with a vigorous pace, your other hand surrounding his upper shaft and moving much slower. he jerks, teeth gritting when your tongue laves over the pinkness of his head before you take it in your mouth. it is so warm and wet, it makes him lose his mind.
your lips rest right before his shaft and the second you suck, satoru tightly grips the sheets, his head hanging and his jaw dropped to moan erotically.
"baby, baby what are you doing to me?" his unsteady palm caresses the crown of your head, petting you like the sight of his cock in your mouth does not tear him to bits. like it has not thrown him over the edge.
he wonders if you can feel him pulsing against your tongue. he wants to know what deeper in your little mouth would feel like wrapped around him.
"you're so fucking good, holy shit. never felt this good before." he groans and your eyes meet his, your wide innocent looking eyes despite how he has tainted you already. you look too pure for what you are doing.
"fuck m'gna cum. gna cum, take your mouth off baby." his hips stutter, muscles jumping. his toes curl into the fluffy mat beneath you both. you are still licking and wetly slurping around his head while you stroke his cock. the heated muscle of your tongue laving at his slit.
satoru's never came this quick before. his lids keep fluttering, he cannot stop groaning. his mind is too occupied with the thought of cumming in your mouth to stop you though he knows he should.
you keep touching and satoru has lost it already. he does not realise he is cumming in your little mouth until your hands have slowed down and you are teary eyed with milky liquid dripping down your jaw.
he curses. satoru is so sensitive and you are swallowing, why do you keep swallowing?
"baby, don't swallow. fuck, you don't have to." your hands shift to rest on his thighs, your brows furrowed and your little throat still bobbing.
you lean back and strands of cum are webbed in your mouth, still connected to his softening member. it drips onto the rug beneath you.
you sniffle, swallowing hard while you gaze up at him. your eyes are all glossy and pretty.
"i didn't think it would be that much." you are on your knees, right in front of him with your belly full of his cum, looking like the sweetest girl in the whole world.
you are his, you are all his. you have to be.
he cups either side of your face, leaning down to kiss you hard. he tilts his head, his tongue gliding over yours and the taste of his cum heavy in your mouth.
he reaches under your arms to lift you into his lap, nose nuzzling yours while he hugs you close. you are so much smaller you tuck right in along his large frame.
"i like you too much." he breathes into your shared air.
satoru cannot get enough of you.

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a favour from college!sukuna for teaching yuuji about female private parts? deal!
college!sukuna masterlist
Your house keys dingle from your pointer finger while you get your shoes off on your front door porch.
âHello, Iâm ho- what are you doing?â You stop walking, seeing a distraught Sukuna.
âThe time has come,â he tells you gravely, not looking up. His hair is a mess and his eye bags are darker than usual.
âWhat time?â You ask confused, pit patting toward the kitchen to make yourself a hot chocolate. You ponder for a moment with the cabinet doors open, thinking about whether to make him one too or not, finally shrugging and deciding on picking up his cup.
âYou know. That time. Yuuji. At school,â he deadpans, breathing hard between words.
âWhat are you even talking about?â You respond, still not grabbing the concept, swirling a spoon in both cups. You just get a grunt that sounds awfully close to a whine from Sukuna. Thatâs such odd behaviour from him.
âAre you going to faint? Do you have a fever?â You say, now worried, reaching his still crouching form. You gently lift his face with one hand, putting the other one on his forehead. The way he lets you do it, compliantly and so naturally, worries you even more. He just stares at you, a little frown between his eyebrows, eyes a little bit lucid and he almost looks⌠he almost looks cute.
âYouâre alright, big guy,â you softly say, booping his nose, getting your hands off of his face and hurrying back to your hot chocolate cups. He is definitely in a moment, because usually he would've bitten your whole finger off. He wrinkles his nose, scowling, before apparently realizing something and hastily getting up. He grabs your wrist and spins you around, but the strength he does it with whips you around so suddenly that you bump into his chest quite hard.
âWhat?!â
âYou do it,â he tells you, crazy eyes wide open. He puts his rough hands on both your shoulders, stabilizing you, keeping you close enough to be able to talk to you properly but not far enough you can get away.
âWhat the fuck do I have to do now?â You bark, trying to wriggle out of his hold, unsuccessfully.
âTeach Yuuji about your sex parts, Iâll teach him about mine,â he rushes out, pleading eyes turned on your face.
You gape up at him, stopping your movements, and you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. You raise an eyebrow, as if asking him if heâs serious, but his expression doesnât change. A snort comes out of your throat.
âYou mean to tell me youâre fussing about having to talk about vaginas?â You ask him, now full on laughing in his face. He pushes you a bit, releasing you and grumbling.
âIâm not doing it,â he tells you, crossing his arms. âI donât even know where to start! He came home asking me where the fuck the urethra is in females and I crashed out,â he shakes his head, distraught, your laugh still ringing in his ears.
âDo you even know the answer to that?â You smirk, turning around to put some whipped cream on your hot chocolate, and giving him his cup (no whipped cream: it's "too unhealthy" for him).
âWant me to point it out on your pussy, baby?â He scoffs, taking one big gulp of his drink.
You gasp, punching him in the stomach. He doesnât budge and his smirk widens.
âYouâre so crude. Thatâs it, Iâm not doing it,â you tell him, walking past him, trying to contain your laugh about how his face drops immediately.
âNo, wait- baby, you know I was joking,â he complains, following you toward the couch. Like a lost kitten following its owner when it hears the sound of croquettes.
âWhy canât you do it yourself anyway?â You chuckle. âAre you afraid of vaginas?â
âI wouldnât be afraid of yours, thatâs for sure,â he says, alluring, giving you a once over while you sit. He licks up a drop of chocolate left on his lower lip.
You scoff again. "Boo, bitch."
He tries a different approach. âYouâre smarter than me on the subject, youâd be better than me anyway,â The act of complimenting someone is taking a toll on him. He grits his teeth.
âWhat am I getting out of this?â You grin, getting whipped cream on your nose and crossing your legs.
âWhatever you want, baby. Please, come on,â he crouches in front of you. âI even said please, see? You complained about it last week and I listened,â he croaks, clicking his tongue on his palate. Being nice is harder than he thought. If he has to keep it up heâs going to have a heart attack, he thinks.
âYeah, because you want something out of it. It doesnât count,â you sigh, closing your eyes. He shrugs. âBut Iâm in. Iâm helping Yuuji on the big bad wolf his brother is scared of and youâre doing me a favor. Deal?â
âIâll always deal with you, baby,â he winks. He leans over you, swiping the tip of your nose with his thumb, proceeding then to put his finger in his mouth.
âStop with the double entendres!â
"Why don't you do this color?" asks Yuuji, next to you. There are 3 different shades of pink nail polish in front of you, and you've been thinking of which one to use on your nails for the past 10 minutes.
"I don't know, isn't it a little bit too pink-brownish?" you respond, tilting your head, pondering.
"Then this one. It matches my hair, so we could be matching!" the little kid says excitedly. Then he turns to look at you properly, the tip of his ears turning a deep red. "Only if you want, though," he continues, shily, averting your gaze after uttering the words.
Your heart squeezes painfully. "Of course I want to, Yuuji. I think that's the prettiest color out of the three," you say, ruffling his hair sweetily.
"Can you not stink the whole fucking place?" grumbles Sukuna entering the living room, grimace present on his face, barely nodding at Yuuji's wave.
"It's just a bit of nail polish, Itadori," you roll your eyes.
"I don't even know why you bother with that," he scoffs, going toward the couch, grabbing the tv remote.
"Because I'm pretty and I'm not a hater like someone else in this room," you throw back, scowling. He stays silent. "What, you don't think I'm pretty?" you ask, baffled. Sukuna side-eyes you, raising one eyebrow, before turning his gaze back to the tv.
"I think you're the prettiest," answers Yuuji in his brother's place, smiling.
"I can always count on you, Yuu," you coo, hugging him tight, and he chuckles, happy. Sukuna makes a weird sound, like he's actually disgusted about the topic.
"You know what? You're going to get some nail polish too," you say, pointing an accusatory finger in the oldest direction.
"Hell no," he immediately answers, glaring your way.
"Uhm, hell yes," you sneer.
"I said no, woman."
A light bulb figuratively pops up next to your face, and you grin, getting up and around the table to face him better. "Matter of fact, Sukuna, you owe me, so you'll do what I say."
He snaps his head toward you. "You wouldn't dare."
"Get your ass over here, big boy, you're getting your nails painted," you sing-song, doing a come here motion with your index finger. You see his jaw tick incredibly hard from where you stand, and he begrudgingly reaches you with his fists clenched.
"I hate you, bitch," he seethes when he's right in front of you.
"Can I get it too?!" screams Yuuji, bouncing up and down.
"Done," you say, delicately putting Sukuna's left hand on the table. After arguing for 15 minutes on the color, he only agreed to let you paint his nails black. If it was for you, he'd have at least 5 different colors on them. He hums.
"It's not that bad, is it?" you ask, wiggling your eyebrows. "I think I did a pretty good job. Black fits your hands really well," you ramble on, applying hand cream on his rough finger pads. Actually fucking training will do that to you, he barked when you complained about his callouses a few minutes ago.
"Stop acting like I'm one of your girls," sighs your roommate, shaking his pink roots.
"You're my main girl, Sukuna," you smirk, sending him a flying kiss.
He gags. "Never say that shit again or I'm pulling out your vocal chords with my new freshly done nails," he says, mocking you in the last part of the sentence, tilting his voice incredibly high.
"Ohhh. You actually like them, huh," you respond, seeing through his bluff, smiling with your full teeth on display. He scoffs, looking over at his now black nails. He has to admit, you did your thing with them.
"Like is a strong word."
"So, you... love them?"
"Shut up."
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áŻáĄŁđŠ THIS MEAL !
warnings/includes. sort of nsfw content, implied younger! reader x old man! logan
you sat perched on the edge of his rickety kitchen table, legs crossed in a way that made your short pink skirt ride up just a little too high. Logan tried not to notice, but it was impossible not to. His eyes trailed up from the scuffed leather of your heels to the way the fabric clung to your thighs, before resting on the innocent look you gave him from under your lashes.
"you really don't cook much, do you, mr. Howlett?" you teased, twirling a lock of hair around your finger as you got up, eyeing the near-empty fridge, right behind him.
logan grunted in response, his attention more focused on the way your lips pouted slightly as you spoke. the years had made him rougher when fucking, heâd learned to channel it differently â steady hands, less rush.
but you.. well you, brought all the nasty ideas out that he thought he'd long have burried behind.
you weren't subtle, not even a little. every glance you threw his way was loaded, every touch lingered just a bit too long. he knew the type â hell, heâd had his fair share of girls like you in his youth, the 70s especially. but this time, the game felt different, heavier. maybe it was the way you looked at him, like you were waiting for him to make a move, or maybe it was just the reminder that he wasn't the man he used to be.
"i manage," he says gruffly, forcing himself to focus on the sparse contents of the fridge rather than the way your legs look in that damn skirt. he could practically hear your heartbeat, fast and eager, the scent of something sweet in the air.
"oh yeah?" your tongue trails over your lip as if you were thinking when he knew damn well whatever you were about to say was pre-planned, "what about we eat out then? something cute, nothing to fancy."
you did in fact not eat out.
it ended up with the both of you not even making it till the restaurant. his hands wander over you, not slow, yet also not to face. lifting up your skirt, inspecting, whispering filthy things into against your skin.
whispering as if there were people around, as if it was dangerous little secret to keep, you should be very careful about you being sort of a 'slut' (he said it so endearingly you almost couldn't believe your ears).
he's so talkative, talks about anything and everything in that deep, gravelly voice of his â comments on the material of your underwear, turns out he 'loves lace' and you 'should wear it more often'.
before you could process the fact that he just implied this wouldn't just be a one time thing, he was all over you again, mouth sucking, teeth bitting, the little stubble scratching your fragile skin but you didn't have time to really think of that.
and when you came, not once, not twice, thrice, in the back of his limo, made a mess of the plush leather seats, he mumbles what a good meal he just had; could taste you forever.
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do you believe me now? | 8
it's the morning after. spencer reid suspects youâre left with some doubts after losing your virginity to him. he has to figure out whyâwhich is hard when you're keeping secrets.
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this series is 18+ warnings/tags: fem!reader, blood related to losing virginity (dramatized for the drama duh), super vague allusions to the BAU being hungover, mild blasphemy if anyone even cares, pondering god bc am I really a fanfic writer if I donât get a little religious w it, emily AND hotch are here and nobody knows why pls don't pay attention to that bc we are imagining like season 11/12 spencer and I'm inconsistent w who is unit chief in this series apparently, spencer slut lore, spencer emotional wounds lore, Spencer is a traumatic situationship survivor a/n: DADDYS HOMEEEEE (me and dybmn not spencer) anyway missed these little guys and am happy to be writing for them again!! idk what my upload schedule will becoming back to this but pls lmk what u think of this part, I have no idea how you will respond but I'm being brave and ily
Friday morning Spencer comes into the office fifteen minutes late (he tried his best), in yesterdayâs suit (everything in his go-bag had been too wrinkled), hair messy (no doubt from your fingers), coffee cold (heâs exhausted) and overall, in an excellent mood.
The rest of the team isnât faring quite as wellâSpencer gathers they stayed at the bar celebrating Derekâs birthday a lot later than he had. It shows through sallow skin and dark circles and the grimaces he receives on the way to his desk that are probably supposed to approximate good morningâs.Â
Honestly, he doesnât mind the dull moodâhe doesnât need the teasing and the prying questions that would be sure to come if his co-workers were at peak performance and were able to put together his unusually perky demeanor and disheveled appearance. At least Prentiss doesnât appear to be paying him any mind. Sheâs always the one who can read him like an open book and has no shame in doing so aloud. Echoes from years of, âso who was the lucky girl, last night, Reid?â Still ring through his mind and itâs like he can feel her finger prodding at his side.Â
The Emily of it all makes him smile, though the rest of the memory leaves a metal tang in his mouth. Back in those days, there were sometimes a lot of girls, but even then he was consciously aware he wasnât necessarily doing something he enjoyed. He spent a lot of time, actually, staring at his bedroom ceiling, psychoanalyzing himself. Repetition compulsion. The insatiable desire to repeat or reenact emotionally painful experiences. Maybe he thought if he could teach himself to subsist off of emotionless hookups, he could in some way heal from his experience with Elle. Though, heâs hesitant to think of it now as healingâitâs not like he didnât know what he was doing when a few nights after she said I donât feel the same Iâm sorry he opened up his front door for her. Itâs not like he didnât know what he was doing every time after that. So, maybe heal isnât the right word, when one doesnât have the right to be injured. Or when the injuries are, in a manner of speaking, self-inflicted. At the very least he could tell himself that this time around, meaningless sex was a choice he was making for himself. Spencer hates when things just happen to him.Â
But youâyouâre different. You were a complete surprise. At first, a cute and unexpected complication. After a few painful and short-lived attempts at real relationships, Spencer decided he was simply not to be trusted with emotional intimacy of any kind, including that which inevitably develops from physical intimacy, and would resign himself to a life of celibacy. He tried not to like you, but you were just so damn likable. Magnetic, to use a trite and perfectly honest turn of phrase. All that to say: he doesnât regret you at all. There is no filter of putrid shame or anguish over his memories of last night.Â
Just you. Perfect. Starlit. Glowing softly around the edges like youâre not even real.Â
I love you I love you I love you. A hymn with no melody. You, always reminding him exactly why he is decidedly not a man of faith. At least, not in the typical sense of the word.Â
How God became the idol and not Mary is lost on him. Thatâs why, Spencer supposes, tapping an eraser on his desk, marriage and sex were forbidden for so many ecclesiastics. After all, if they knew what it was to love a woman, specifically to love you, he doubts theyâd feel like spending much time in the pulpit. Love. Humans had that long before they had any gods. Itâs primeval. Itâs the most natural manifestation of devotion and worship. It will always have come first. Isnât it a better kind of religion when a man realizes he can kneel in front of a woman rather than an altar?
A heavy hand falling on his shoulder jolts him from his theological musingsâwhich are in all practicality useless. Whatâs that saying about blasphemous thinking on the FBIâs dime? Right. There isnât one.Â
âIâm scared to ask,â Morgan says as Spencer jumps slightly in his chair.Â
âWhat?â He mumbles, looking up from the document heâd only sort of been reading.
Morgan just looks at him, strong brows furrowed and a ditch between them, angles his head and glances to the side as if Spencer is missing the obvious. He almost follows Derekâs eye-line. When that doesnât work, Derek just says your name. Like your status is somehow in question.Â
âDid you two work things out, or not? It looked pretty bad when you guys were leaving last night.â
People often misunderstand an eidetic memory. Itâs not like things canât slip his mindâSpencer can actually be quite forgetful. Itâs made worse by the fact that last night at the bar feels like months ago. For a moment, he has no idea what Derek is referring to.Â
âOh. Oh! Right, weâright. Yeah, we, uhâwe worked it out.â Before Derek has a chance to read his face, no doubt as incriminating as his fumbled speech and an ill-timed throat clearing, he turns back to his paperwork. âThanks for keeping an eye on her at the bar. I appreciate that.â
Itâs quiet for a moment, and Spencerâs lips twist as he can feel the incoming inappropriate comment.Â
âIs that the same suit you were wearing last night?â Morgan quips, his wide grin audible. Spencer can practically hear the cartoon gleam of his friendâs bleached teeth.Â
âNo.â
âYou dog.â Derek is still smiling as he claps Spencerâs shoulder again. âWhat did you say to her that worked so well?â
Spencer clears his throat again and tries to look extremely involved in logging onto his computer, speaking quickly as if heâs beyond disinterested and canât wait for the exchange to be over.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Iâm actually trying to work so if you wouldnât mind going back to your desk that would be great.âÂ
âUh-huh. Iâll let you work. But I see you, pretty boy.â
Spencer tries not to blush like a teenager as he refuses to look up.Â
Naturally the rest of the day is a slow descent into dread and madness as all those good feelings with which Spencer had started his morning begin to harden into something much worse, chilled by your lack of response to the text he sent you earlier. Which was essentially a rehashing of the note he left on your bedside table.Â
Maybe it was too much. It shouldâve been one or the other, but not both. Heâs overwhelmed you.Â
Okay, so maybe this is what religion is for. A last ditch effort when you canât talk to your girlfriend so you have to try talking to God.Â
But Spencer knows you, and he knows something is wrong. You wouldnât just ice him out so blatantly if everything was okay. He catches himself glancing up toward Hotchâs window to see if the blinds are drawn, and considers faking an illness to get out of work early and go check on you. But he powers through the remaining hour and a half that he is obligated to stay at work, he bounces a pencil between his fingers, drums at his desk, and gets nothing else done. As soon as 4:59 rolls around, heâs out.Â
Spencer can hear shuffling on the other side of your door as he stands in the hallway. A pot clatters. The walls hum with the rush of water through the pipes to your sink. He knocks, relieved that youâre okay and at the same time struggling with that weight on his chestâsomething cold that leans over his shoulders and whispers into his earâso she just didnât want to talk to you.Â
Suddenly all sound from inside your unit ceases. For a few long seconds, Spencerâs confusion only grows exponentially.Â
âWho is it?â You finally call, voice wavering. Also odd. Usually you just open the door.Â
âUm⌠Spencer?â
âAs in my boyfriend Spencer?â
He frowns, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly as he tries to decipher your sudden paranoia. âI hope so?â
The click and jingle of several locks precipitates your much-anticipated reveal.Â
âCome in,â you say breathlessly, more harried than usual and not giving him the tender greeting heâs selfishly become accustomed toâbarely even giving him a second to look at you. But he steps inside, watching on in concern as you do up every single lockâthe one on the knob, the deadbolt, even the chain. Is this really all because of his little comment last night about anyone being able to get in? He certainly hopes not. He didnât mean to terrify you.Â
When you finally turn, he takes stock of your appearance. Big hoodie, pajama pants patterned in little hearts. Hair pulled back hastily. Your skin is sort of dull where you normally glow. But youâre beautiful, like always. It always aches just a little bit to look at you. Spencerâs always been like that. Going breathless at a particularly good piece of art or pretty girl. Like yourself. Mostly you.Â
You quickly turn to hurry back into the kitchen. âI was trying to make dinner, Iââ
âHold on,â he interrupts, stopping you with a hand on your stomach that is so non-demanding itâs really mostly a suggestion. He tries to clear his head, though you make it hard. âYou didnât talk to me all day. Not that you have to, but⌠I was worried.â
You glance at the floor and mumble, âI lost my phone,â with so much embarrassment he believes youâre telling the truth. âDid you, umâdid you text me?â
Insecurity. Spencer knows well what it looks like on you. He softens. You werenât ignoring himâbut youâd been left in a vulnerable state without any ability to contact him or anyone. That couldnât have been comfortable.Â
âOf course I did.â He pauses to observe you. Still anxious. Still prepared to run at any second. Something, and heâs not sure what, did a number on you today. Maybe itâs sheer exhaustion, maybe it was the anxiety of not having your phone. But he has to figure out what it is so he can undo it. âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
He watches your breathing pauseâwatches your eyes gloss over with tears and a frown contort your features. Oh, god. Heâs done something terribly wrong. Itâs been thirty seconds and heâs done something wrong.Â
âCan we sit down? I donât feel very good.â
âYeah. Yeah, we can. Whatever you need.â
You cast a baleful look at him and now he has to wonder what that means. Spencer sets his bag on a pulled out dining chair and follows you to the couch where you settle on opposite sidesâyouâre curled up in the far corner, hugging a pillow to your chest with your legs folded in front of you. Spencerâs heart is beating fast. He doesnât know whatâs going on with you and he canât figure it out just by looking and you donât seem eager to tell him.Â
Heâs exhausted all his typical ways of collecting information, and now heâs at a loss.Â
Eventually, the anxiety comes bubbling up.Â
âPlease talk to me,â he pleads. And you do. Almost instantly, like he stepped on some sort of landmine.Â
âI know itâs my own fault for not having my phone on me and not being able to see your texts, but it really sucks that I had to find out from my creepy neighbor that you snuck out in the middle of the night without saying goodbye.â
The whiplash is so strong itâs almost a broken neck. Spencer reels, frowning deeply as he tries to process your impromptu speech, the sudden confrontation. What creepy neighbor?
âIâŚÂ didnât. I went to grab my stuff from the car around one, but I came right back. I left at 7:30. You donât remember me saying goodbye?â
Your brow furrows, and your eyes dart over the design on the rug like youâre watching memories go by. He sees it in your eyes when you recall some hazy image of him holding your face, kissing your cheek more times than was necessary and whispering sweet things against your lips before he had to go. You shrink into the couch, clearly struggling under the combined weight of relief and embarrassment.Â
âI forgot. I thought⌠he saidâŚâ
A moment passes and itâs clear youâve abandoned the sentence. Spencer is concerned about this shadowy male figure who put malicious untruths into your head. He slides his hand under yours and twines your fingers together. Finally, finally you meet his gaze.Â
âSomeone made you believe I left without saying goodbye.â
And he almost wishes you werenât looking at him as more tears pool before falling down your cheeks. You nod, and donât make a sound.Â
âNo, honey. I didnât do that. Iâm sorry thatâs what youâve been thinking all day.â
âI was worried that you⌠or that I wasnâtâŚâ
His chest aches. Youâd woken up alone, no recollection of his goodbye, and without the comfort of even a text.Â
âYou didnât see my note?â
The way you look at him then is heartbreaking. Eyes wide and wet and sad, lip trembling.Â
âYou left a note?â
Murphyâs Law. Anything that can go wrong, will.Â
It mustâve fallen off the bedside table, or maybe he just hadnât positioned it obviously enough.Â
A lost phone, a missed note, and not even a memory of his departure. While none of these things are verifiably Spencerâs fault, he feels so, so guilty.Â
âI did,â Spencer says gently, scooting closer and pulling you into him, head pressed to his shoulder as you try not to cry, and he rubs your back slowly.Â
Your sulky words are muffled by his shirt. âI didnât see it. What did it say?â
âA lot of very nice things about you,â he whispers. Spencer thought maybe he could get away with giving you all the sincere compliments you canât accept face to face through a note you could read while he wasnât around. That way you couldnât refute them or stop him. It was a good plan.Â
He feels the sigh of relief leaving your body against his neck.Â
âI didnât know.â
âI know. Iâm sorry. Thatâs not⌠I shouldâve just stayed. This is my fault.â
You keep your cheek pressed to his shoulder as you speak.Â
âItâs not. You have a job. A really important job. You canât just call out whenever I want you around.â
Logically he knows youâre right, but he doesnât always think logically around you.Â
âI couldâve made it work. I couldâve come in late, or the team couldâve called me if there was a case, which there wasnâtââ
âSpencer, itâs okay. Itâs not your fault. Donât worry about it.â
He pulls back slightly, frowning at your tone. You do look relieved, much less plagued than youâd been when he arrived minutes ago, but something heavy still weighs you down. The burden of it darkens your eyes and dulls your expression. When he cups your cheek, you glance up at him, and then away once more.Â
He speaks softly. âIs that all you wanted to tell me?âÂ
Again he earns a moment of your eye contact, but itâs fleeting. He watches the words spin around your head as you try to figure out what to do with themâand then choose to remain silent.Â
There is in fact something youâre keeping from him.Â
Spencer hates to use work tactics on you, but he doesnât speak either, hoping that youâll feel compelled to fill the silence with the truth. Knowing how youâre not entirely comfortable with quiet.Â
And you try, lips parting and the sound delayed as you wrestle with something you clearly donât know how to talk about.Â
âI⌠my neighbor,â you say, frowning like you donât quite know why youâre speaking. âThe one who told me he saw you leaving in the middle of the night. He alsoâhe saidâŚâ
Spencer brushes hair away from your cheek with a thumb, stroking the high point in gentle passes as your words taper off. Now that heâs thinking about it, he did encounter a man in a dumpy robe standing in the courtyard and smoking a cigarette when he left you tangled in sheets and dozing contentedly to get his bag from the car. In fact, they rode back up to your floor in the elevator in mostly awkward silence. Spencer was sure his outfit told a storyâshirt untucked and hastily buttoned only partway, no belt, shoes barely tied, duffel slung over his shoulderâhe wasnât really expecting to run into anyone at such an hour, to be honest, but he hadnât particularly cared what this man thought of him, so it didnât cross his mind again.
Now he remembers.Â
Long night, huh? I remember those days.Â
It was an inappropriate comment, but given his job heâs used to ignoring those. Mostly his mind had been preoccupied with the idea of returning to you, who gave him such a warm and sleepy welcome when he climbed carefully back into your arms several minutes later that it was like heâd never known anyone else at all.Â
Now he resents that he hadnât said anything, he hates the idea that you spoke to this man and he said something to upset you and Spencer wasnât there. Usually he tries not a judge a book by its cover (metaphorically, of course) but heâs been around enough bad men to know when heâs looking at one. Last night he hadnât even been cognizant enough to realize they got off on the same floor.Â
âWhat did he say, angel?â Spencer whispers, incapable of being anything but soft with you at the moment. Even though he senses something a lot like a tide of preemptive anger rising in his chest, painted over with layers of anxiety and guilt. He shouldâve found a way to stay with you this morning.Â
You sniffle and let your head fall again, forehead resting against his collar. Instinctively his hand slides to the back of your neck and even at the awkward angle he finds a way to press his lips to yours hair. âCan we talk about it later? I donât feel good.â
If itâs making you this uncomfortable, Spencer really wants to know what passed between you and this neighbor. In fact, heâd be willing to bet a lot of your strange behavior this evening stems from something that occurred which you donât feel comfortable telling him yet. But he manages to bite back anymore questions. He doesnât want to make you feel interrogated.Â
âYeah, you mentioned that,â he says eventually, kindly, hand tracing down the length of your back and up again. âWhy donât you feel good?â
He doesnât miss the way you reach up to discreetly wipe your cheek. But he wonât make you talk about anything you donât want to talk about until youâre ready, and it seems like youâre already having a rough day. Which is not what he wanted. This is so far from what he wanted for you. Heâs cursing himself for how he handled this whole situation.Â
âUm, I just⌠I donât know. I feel⌠bad. Iâm sorry Iâm being so weird.â
âYouâre not being weird, honey. You had a hard day. Youâre having a normal reaction to an abnormal set of circumstances.â
You sit up, sniffing and wiping your tears like you can just make the whole thing go away.Â
âNo, I am. I am. Itâs all okay now, right? So I donât know why I feel like this. I donât know whatâs wrong with me.â
He watches helplessly. âNothing is wrong with you. Weâve⌠itâs been a big couple of days. Mostly good, but I think youâre probably really tired. Emotionally and physically.âÂ
You bury your face in your hands and nod silently. He still feels like heâs shooting in the dark, but youâre not entirely comforted yet, and itâs killing him.Â
âWhatever youâre feeling is okay. If this is⌠about last night, or this morning, or something entirely differentâregardless of what itâs about, youâre not going to be⌠in trouble with me if youâre having complicated feelings. And you can talk to me. But it doesnât have to be right now. We donât have to figure it out all at once, okay?â
You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, and for a moment, his words sink into silence. When you do raise your head, nodding, the evidence of your discomfort is all over your faceâreddened eyes, cheeks polished with wiped tears. But you take a deep breath and try to project whatever it is you think he wants to see.Â
The back of your hand is soft under his thumb as he sweeps it, as if he could draw forth more information that way. People speak when theyâre ready.
âIs there anything I can do?â He tries, all ramped brow and soft spoken.Â
Youâre looking at where heâs tracing swirls on your hand as you swallow and blink the last of your tears away.Â
âUm⌠you can say no, butâdo you think it would be okay for you to maybe stay again tonight?â
Spencer sucks in a breath, painfully aware that heâs about to let you down.Â
âI⌠I havenât been home in a week. Iâve been wearing this suit for two days straight and I donât think I would want to share a bed with me again until I shower.â He watches you wilt and lifts a hand to stroke your hair. âBut I do want to spend time with you⌠do you maybe want to come stay with me instead? No pressureââ
âOkay. Yes. Is that okay?â
Spencerâs brow knits. You seem even more enthused about the idea of going to his apartment, like now that the opportunity has presented itself you canât wait to get out. Maybe you have some sort of black mold problem.Â
âOf course. Do you wanna grab a few things and then we can go?â
âUmâI also havenât showered today. Do you mind waiting?â
âSure. Or you could use mine. With supervision, this time.â
Spencer is attempting to make a joke about your unplanned (and unmoderated) stay at his apartment last week after he leftâbut looking at your face now heâs wondering if he touched a nerve.Â
âLike⌠one at a time? OrâŚâ
He thought maybe youâd be more comfortable around him after last nightâand itâs not like he hadnât seen you naked before then, either.
âDo you wanna do it one at a time?â He asks gently.Â
Thereâs this sparkly sort of longing in your eyes that heâs seen before, but you tamp it down like always. Youâre so cautious. About everything. Even the things youâre curious about. Itâs sweet and a little sad.Â
âIâve never⌠showered with anyone.â
The corner of Spencerâs mouth twitches as he pushes hair over your shoulder. âI know. You donât have to. We could save like 100 gallons of water depending on how long your showers typically last, butââ
âSpencerââ
âSorry, sorryâI didnâtâI didnât mean it like that. Iâm not trying to pressure you. You absolutely can take your own shower. You can go first so you get the hot water.â
âNo,â you laugh, and itâs like a sparkling cloud of gold has settled around you, fractals bouncing off the shine of your cheeks and eyesâthe sound of your laughter, the look of it, is such beautiful relief he canât believe how good it feels, but it fades from you quickly. âIt sounds⌠I think I want to, I just⌠I donât wanna, likeâŚÂ do⌠anything.â
For a split second your veiled language mystifies him and then he realizes what youâre trying to say without saying. Something has changed since yesterday, when you brazenly referred to it as fucking, and today, when you canât even say sex. Heâs gotten as far as it being something your creepy neighbor said. Maybe. He needs to know what.Â
But thatâs not the topic at hand.Â
âWe donât have to. I didnât mean to imply that we would do anything like that. I donât expect anything from you.â
You swallow.Â
âOkay. I wasnât sure.â
About what?
He says your name. No response.Â
âCan you look at me, please?â
It takes you a moment, and your head raises like you might need some oil in your hinges, but eventually you manage. Spencer hopes the way heâs rubbing your leg is comforting.Â
âYou know Iâm never, ever going to make you do anything you donât want to do, right?â
To his horror, your answer isnât an immediate and resounding yes. Instead you look back down and cover his hand with your own, fiddling nervously with his fingers.Â
Eventually, you reply, âYeah⌠I know. I just thought⌠Iâm not sure. Maybe itâs supposed to be different now.â
âIt doesnât have to be. Nothing has to be different. Weâre still doing everything on your schedule, okay? And as for the next few days, at leastâI think it might be a good idea to take sex off the table altogether.â
Your eyes narrow and you hesitate. âWhy?â
âBecause I donât want you worrying about it. And I donât think it would feel good for you right now. I think there are things we need to talk about, but⌠weâve probably tried enough for a while, hm?â
You give him a shy nod and hum your agreement. For a moment he lets his hand linger on your leg and then pulls it back.Â
âOkay. Do you want my help packing a bag, or should I wait out here?â
âYou can wait. It should only take a minute.â You pause, halfway up to look pensive. âUm, Spencerâdo you think it would be okay if maybe I⌠if I stayed tonight and tomorrow? I justâI wanna get out of here, for a bit.â
He frowns but doesnât hesitate. âOf course. Can I ask why?â
âItâs justâŚÂ suffocating sometimes,â you call as you turn and hurry down the hallway to the bedroom. âFeels like my neighbors are on top of me, like theyâre⌠breathing down my neck, half the time.â
Sure, bigger apartments existâbut itâs not like youâre in a studio. And youâve never mentioned feeling that way before. That bad feeling is starting to come backâlike youâre not telling him something he needs to know. But is it worse to let you deal with it yourself until youâre ready to talk or to force it from you?
A few minutes later you return, a duffel of your own over your shoulder and full to bursting.Â
âSo Iâm an idiot. My phone was literally in the pocket of my jeans on the floor.â You drop the bag as you bend down by the door to pull on your favorite slippers. âOhâI think I forgot my charger, can you grab it? Itâs by my bed.â
Spencer of course obliges, and is secretly pleased to be in your room again, in the light this time, so he can see better. Itâs sweet. The pictures on the walls, the plants and the knickknacks and the sticky notes scrawled with messy reminders on every surface and the sweater hanging over the back of a chairâthe one youâd been wearing at the cafe all those months agoâit all feels so you. He wonders why the two of you donât spend more time here.Â
He lets himself linger for only a minute before remembering his task, but as he reaches down to unplug your charger, whatever dopey smile heâd been wearing evaporates. The sheets have been stripped from your bed, and he can see whyâthereâs a striking stain of dried blood, and several surrounding dots, soaked into the mattress. Not much, but enough to make him feel horrendously guilty. He cringes, imagining what it mustâve been like to wake up all alone to nothing but your own blood. Poor girl. Of course heâd noticed some, last night when he was doing his best at cleaning you up, but it had been dark, and he was exhausted, and he hadnât done enough.Â
âWhereâd your sheets go, baby?â He asks once back by the front door with his own bag on his shoulder, setting a gentle hand on your lower back and holding out your charger for you. You jump slightly, and he makes circles on your back, wishing there was something he could do to settle you.Â
âOh! Theyâthey got ruined. I threw them out. Itâs fine. I have others.â
So you didnât have enough energy this morning to walk a few feet to your shower, but stripping your bed, getting dressed, and walking down to the trash chute at the end of the hall had been top of your priority list.Â
You swallow as he undoes the locks and holds the door open for you, and pretend like youâre not doing surveillance to either side as you stand in the hallway, locking your door again like you canât get out of here fast enough.Â
Spencer casts a sidelong glance at you and wonders if youâre intentionally avoiding eye contact. He tries not to think like a profiler. He tries not to assign meaning to your actions, but he canât help it. He canât not notice.Â
He canât not worry.Â
And he canât not wonder what youâre not telling him.Â
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part nine
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đRAWN TO đ¨OU !
pairing : logan howlett x fem!reader warnings : reader has a cat mutation, fluff, hurt comfort, past traumas, shy!reader wc : 1.8k
loganâs first mistake was being nice to you.Â
youâd only been at the x-mansion for a couple of weeks, still getting used to the overwhelming energy of it all. after years of isolation and trauma, being thrown into a lively, bustling environment like this felt like stepping into a different world. youâd barely been able to keep up, senses overloaded with all the new faces, noises, and scents around you. everything was too much, too loud, and you felt like a stray cat caught in a storm.
it was one of those days when you were trying to find a quiet corner, somewhere to hide from the noise. the rec room was packed; laughter, conversations, the clatter of cutlery and plates filled the air, setting your nerves on edge. you sat in the corner, tail flicking anxiously, ears flattened against your head as you tried to drown out the chaos. you could feel your claws digging into your palms, a desperate attempt to ground yourself before you bolted.Â
but then you caught a familiar scent - woodsy, rugged, with a hint of cigar smoke. it cut through the haze like a lifeline, something steady to latch onto. you turned your head and saw him: logan, walking through the crowd with a beer in his hand, that permanent scowl etched onto his face.Â
you didnât even think twice; you just got up and followed him.Â
he didnât notice you right away. he was too busy glaring at the world, lost in his own thoughts as he made his way through the mansion. it wasnât until he reached the stairs that he paused, glancing over his shoulder and finding you trailing behind him like a shadow.Â
âthe hellâre you doinâ?â he grumbled, eyes narrowing as he took in your anxious stance, the way your tail was flicking behind you, betraying your nerves.Â
you froze under his scrutiny, unsure how to explain it. a soft mewl escaped you, one you hadnât meant to make, and his scowl deepened. but he didnât tell you to go away. instead, he just let out a resigned huff, turning back around with a muttered, âfine, just... donât get in my damn way.â
you stuck to his side after that.Â
logan found it annoying at first - he wasnât exactly a people person, and having someone constantly following him around like a lost kitten was grating on his nerves. but no matter how many times he tried to shake you off, youâd always find your way back to him. it was like you had some kind of sixth sense for where he was in the mansion. if he was in the garage, you were there, perched on an old crate, watching him work on his bike with wide, curious eyes. if he was out back, smoking a cigar, you were sitting a few feet away, basking in the quiet comfort of his presence.Â
he didnât get it.Â
âdonât you got somewhere else to be?â heâd grumble every now and then, but there was never any real heat behind it.Â
youâd just shake your head, a small, shy smile on your lips. âi like being here... with you.âÂ
and maybe that was the turning point, the moment he stopped trying so hard to push you away. it wasnât like you were causing trouble - you were quiet, easy to ignore when he wanted to be left alone, but always there when he needed an extra hand or just... someone to share the silence with.Â
the others noticed, of course.Â
âsheâs like your little shadow, ainât she?â rogue teased one day, leaning against the doorframe of the garage, her eyes twinkling with amusement.Â
logan just shrugged, wiping the grease off his hands. âsheâs harmless,â he muttered, like that was enough of an explanation.Â
âsheâs cute too.â rouge muttered under her breath, a smirk forming on her face. âhey, do you know why sheâs even following you around in the first place?
âi got no fuckinâ clue. says sheâs just drawn to me?â
the smile on her face grew tenfold, âoh logan...â
he shot her a confused look, her teasing eyes only twinkling more, a little snort that she seemed she couldnât hold in forcing itâs way out.
things took a turn one night when you showed up outside his door, clutching a blanket to your chest, looking more skittish than usual. it was late, the mansion quiet except for the distant hum of the generator, and logan had been looking forward to some peace and quiet.Â
but then there you were, eyes wide and pleading, ears drooping like a scolded cat.Â
âwhat is it?â he asked, voice gruff, though there was a flicker of concern in his gaze.Â
you shifted on your feet, not meeting his eyes. âcan i... stay here tonight?â you whispered, so soft he almost missed it. âi... i donât want to be alone.âÂ
logan stared at you for a moment, torn between his instinct to tell you to go back to your own room and the strange, unfamiliar urge to protect you. finally, he just let out a heavy sigh, stepping aside to let you in.Â
âfine,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âjust for tonight.âÂ
you nodded quickly, slipping past him and settling on the floor next to his bed, wrapping yourself in your blanket like a cocoon. he watched you for a moment, the way you curled in on yourself, small and vulnerable, before turning off the light and getting back into bed.Â
but it wasnât just for one night.Â
you kept coming back, night after night, until your pillow and blanket became a permanent fixture in his room. logan didnât say anything, just grunted in acknowledgment whenever you slipped in after dark, but he never turned you away.Â
âyou know you could just take the bed,â he said one night, half-asleep, his voice a low rumble in the darkness.Â
you shook your head, though he could barely see it. âiâm fine here,â you whispered. âi donât want to be a bother.âÂ
logan just huffed, turning over, but he didnât press the issue.Â
he didnât realise how used to your presence heâd gotten until you werenât there.Â
youâd gone on a mission with some of the others, promising him youâd be careful, but he couldnât shake the bad feeling gnawing at his gut. he tried to distract himself, burying himself in his usual routines, but everything felt... off without you trailing after him.Â
when they brought you back, bruised and bloodied, something in him snapped.Â
âwhat the hell happened?â he growled, stalking over to where hank was tending to your injuries, his fists clenched at his sides.Â
âit was my fault, loâ you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. âi... i thought i could handle it.âÂ
logan just shook his head, his anger simmering beneath the surface. âyouâre not fuckinâ ready for this,â he muttered, more to himself than to you.Â
you flinched, your ears flattening against your skull, and he immediately regretted his harsh tone.Â
âdammit,â he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. âi didnât mean it like that. just... donât scare me like that again, alright?âÂ
you looked up at him, eyes wide and vulnerable, brimming with unshed tears, and he felt something tighten in his chest.Â
âi just... i feel safe with you,â you whispered through your watery expression, so soft he almost missed it.Â
loganâs expression softened, the anger draining from his face.Â
âyeah, well,â he muttered, looking away, âyou are. safer, i mean.âÂ
one night, as you were curled up next to him, your tail wrapped around his leg, you murmured something that made his breath hitch.
âiâve never felt like this before... safe, i mean,â you whispered, your voice so quiet it was almost lost in the darkness.
logan went still, his heart pounding in his chest, but he didnât pull away.
âyeah?â he asked, his voice rough, unsure of where this was going.
you nodded against his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his skin. âwith you... itâs different. i don't feel like i have to look over my shoulder all the time. iâm not scared when iâm with you.â
he was silent for a moment, trying to process the weight of your words. the confession hung between you, fragile and tentative.
âyou mean that?â he finally asked, voice gruff, his hands tightening around you just a bit.
âyeah,â you breathed out, turning to look up at him, eyes wide and honest. âyou... you make me feel like iâm not alone anymore.â
logan swallowed hard, the raw vulnerability in your voice cutting right through him. he wasnât good with words, never had been, but he knew he didnât want to mess this up.
âthatâs all i need,â you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, and logan felt something warm and unbreakable settle in his chest.
logan swallowed hard, the raw vulnerability in your voice cutting right through him. he wasnât good with words, never had been, but he knew he didnât want to mess this up.
âi donât know what the hell iâm doinâ,â he muttered, looking down at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek. âbut iâll stick around if thatâs what you want. iâll try... for you.â
you smiled softly, leaning into his touch, your heart pounding in your chest. you could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the way he was still holding back, afraid to take the next step. so, you did it for him. with a hesitant breath, you lifted your hand to his face, gently tracing the rough line of his jaw with your fingertips.
âloganâŚâ you whispered, your voice barely audible. his eyes softened at the sound of his name, and for a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you charged with something unspoken.Â
slowly, he dipped his head, bringing his face closer to yours. you could feel the warmth of his breath, the way it hitched slightly, as if he was still unsure. but then his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, as if he was afraid of breaking you.Â
the kiss was gentle, almost shy, a stark contrast to the rough edges that usually defined him. his hands cupped your face so carefully, as if you were something precious and fragile, something he never wanted to lose. your eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping you as you leaned into him, feeling the warmth and tenderness he rarely showed to anyone else.
loganâs thumb brushed against your cheek, a silent question, asking if this was okay, if this was what you wanted. you answered by pressing closer, your lips moving against his in a slow, careful dance that spoke of trust, of finding solace in each other.Â
when he finally pulled back, it was only by a fraction, his forehead resting against yours, eyes still closed. he stayed like that for a moment, just holding you, as if he was afraid that letting go would mean losing this fragile connection.
âyouâre somethinâ else, you know that?â he murmured, voice rough with emotion, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your skin.
âmaybe,â you whispered back, smiling softly, your eyes shining as you looked up at him. âbut i think i found something special too.âÂ
logan just held you tighter, his lips ghosting over yours once more, a silent promise that he wasnât going anywhere.Â
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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, handcuffing
fem reader

Think about being a bleating little bunny hunted down by two big bad wolvesâŚ
Your fear tastes so good â layered thickly in the air â so sweet in their mouth itâs almost painful how hungry it makes them â seeped and soaked and stained on the bed where they keep you collared and leashed for their own personal use.
You drive them both wild with your aroma and all your cute little struggles where you try so adorably to shove them away and crawl out of their reach. Itâs never any use, and yet you still try despite being so stupidly small beneath them â so tiny it only takes one of their hefty hands to have you completely overpowered.
But theyâre as sweet as they can be â as sweet as your smaller body allows them to be when it so obviously isnât meant to take their thicker fatter meaner cocks in its petite little holes â prepping you on tongues and big fingers until youâre as loose as you get before stuffing you with something thatâs always going to be too big for you.
They have to tie your hands to something â where despite them being fruitless in their effort, they can become bothersome to leave free â often attaching them to the loop in your collar, so you keep them to yourself all cutely while they mark you with their fangs â making you into a pretty artwork with coarse fingers rubbing your perky little nipples into sore nubs.
Youâre really just too cute; itâs cruel â looking up at them with those adorably big eyes and that button nose wrinkling on each little sniffle when you beg them to let you go. Lop-ears sadly framing your face â so soft in their hands and so sensitive it makes you bite your lip all preciously each time they give them a little nibble.
You sob under their touches â knees shaking â as one of them laps at your clit with a bearded chin tickling your puffy pussy-lips, gnawing some on the swollen flesh while slurping your hole. His thick and eager tongue paints through your slit again and again and again on an unrelenting repeat â similar to the eager tail whipping behind him â swallowing all your juice down â growling ferally at the maddening taste while your thighs sweetly tremble around his jaw.
Your other predator bites on the plump of your ass, leaving spotted rings in his wake. Cupping your buttcheeks â fully fitting in the palms of his mighty paws â he cards his claws into the fat and spreads them wide open for an attack on that pretty tight little ring hidden between them. You always whine so sweetly for him â your cute fluffy cottontail doing a little dance while he circles your rim with his tongue â warning you of whatâs to come later in the day when heâs finally had the taunt hole fully stretched and as ready as it gets to take his fat knot.
He moans into you while thinking about it â about your cute bunny butt swallowing his meat and being blown full of his thick creampie. Going livid at the mere thought alone â his cock bobs impatiently against his happy trail while he forces restraint upon himself â knowing how if he tries splitting your poor little butt on his pole now, heâd most likely tear you in two.
Instead, he amuses himself by prodding the pretty hole with the tip of a very special golden carrot â fresh batteries turning your rim numb while he slides ring after thicker ring inside you until you close around the tuft of golden leaves at its end. Tugging on his cock impatiently, he places his head â fluffy pointy ear-down upon your belly â listening to the drums echo inside you as he turns the vibrations up high enough to feel it through your skin.Â
Of course, he wants to make sure that his precious little bunny is prepped and ready before subjugating you to a good butt-fuck â being kind enough to satisfy himself with your mouth until then â making you cry and choke around his thickness, swallowing his cock down your tight throat until your little nose burrow in the dark curls around his base â watching the pretty furrow between your brows beg for air as your eyes roll back and turn white with desperation.
He lets you suck his balls as mercy once youâve choked him down long enough â to the point youâve lost your pretty voice â gripping one of your lop ears, he holds it tightly by the base â thinking there's nothing cuter than spitting on your chubby bunny-face while you dizzily comfort yourself by nuzzling his sack so sweetly.Â
Your pussy is left alone after itâs made swollen by a handful of orgasms, but not before the abuser slaps his handiwork with a grin. He wipes his chin off your slick, then grabs your other free ear â messaging the softness as he pulls your mouth off the otherâs sack and onto his cock â fucking the pocket of your cheek while you sob from their rough handlings â fearing they might just tear your poor ears off.
They both stand above you as you kneel for them by their feet, lolling your teary lips against their heavy balls â groaning as you give them all sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as they fight for space in your tiny mouth â telling you to beg for the cum stored inside while you slide you pink little tongue over them until they drip with your drool. Then, making your lip and mouth the spine of their shafts, sliding both fat manhoods between your plump lips until making you take one head at a time, licking the slit clean of slaty precum.
But more than childsplay with their cocks on your cute face, they like propping your other two holes â make you moan and cream on them â entirely obsessed with fucking you full of the two of them â pushing in so deep, they have you screaming and shaking in uncontrollable spasms as you clamp down hard around them.
It feels extra sweet when they fuck you at the same time â feeling the other through the wall separating the holes â timing their thrusts â pushing in until completely sheathed down to the base, bottomed-out with their knot swelling up inside you, pumping you full of hot cum before sloshing out â leaving you panting and twitching.
Both holes fluttering around their absence â they inspect them to see how good they have your little bunny-holes stretched â grinning at the sight of both entrances gaping for them as though they canât wait to be taken by their big dicks â both chuckling deeply when seeing how much of their cum your tightness pushes out before they fuck it right back inside you again â completely mesmerized by the big belly bulge the two of them are making in your tiny body â taken and riveted by the thought of breeding you despite knowing that it would be impossible for you to carry either of their pups.Â
None of it keeps them from emptying the full value of their balls inside you for the umpteenth time â both of them slobbering at your neck while messaging you with big hands on your tits and hips, hissing out carnivorous desires your feeble constitution doesnât understand before they sink their teeth down hard into the soft flesh of your vulnerable neck â claiming you as both their pretty little prey and silly little mate.

BNHA â EndMight, EndHawks, BakuDeku, KiriBaku, DabiHawks, ShigaDabi
JJK â Toji x Shiu, SatoSugu
HQ â Miya twins
DS â DouAka
HxH â HisoIllu
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Consequence.
Adoptive Dad! Enji Todoroki X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: nobody asked for this but idc :3 i wrote this as a b-day present for myself!! i luv this old abusive man so bad oh my god!!! nasty old man who tries to be good but fails so miserably :3 old man who is just MEANT to be awful and abusive and gross!! luv it!!! i wanted to do a full on incest fic w him but idk if anybody would be interested >_< just let me know!!
Tags: adoptive-incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (18-50s), p in v, purity, sexual abuse mentions, loss of virginity, allusions to physical abuse, size difference, creampie, gross nasty stuff in general
Wordcount: 1.6k
Once all of his kids had given him a final 'fuck you' and left him on his own, Enji felt the pressure of loneliness crash down on him. Being on top in the hero rankings was worthless to him when he came home to an empty house. Every second he sat alone in his house, he realized that it was simply too big for just one man. It had never been a home, only a house where a fragmented family resided. Only once his kids fled did that realization hit him.Â
He needed to fill the space and quick, and more than that, he needed to start over. He wanted to redeem himself somehow. Whole new family for a whole new man.Â
But dating was hard at his age, and all the decent women were taken. Only fame-chasing whores were interested in him at this point, and he couldn't blame them. What the hell else did he have to offer? No woman would want to be with a tired, emotionally constipated, divorced, middle-aged man. Nor would any want to have kids with one, especially not at his age.Â
Adoption it was. Simple enough. Plenty of kids in the system. Plenty of needy little brats that could benefit from his new-found, new-wave parenting tactics that he read up on in his abundant spare time. 'Don't abuse your kids.' Who would've thought it? Crazy. 'Top ten reasons why your kids won't visit you when you're in the nursing home.' Well, shit.Â
He knew he had to go older. He would be absolutely damned if he would take in a toddler, or worse, a tween. He wasn't ready to raise anyoneâ he needed something already broken in for the most part.Â
17? Yeah, that should be fine. He could do that. Old enough to take care of itself for the most part. Another body in the house was what he needed, not another responsibility. A girl? Yeah. Girls were supposed to be easier, right? Girls are sweet and grateful, always considerate and willing to help out. Girls are gentle and tender.Â
Just his luck. He got the most clingy girl the foster care system had to offer. It was, at most, a bit irritating for the first few days when you were skittish and nervous around him all the time, but he understood. The problems occurred when you started to get comfortable.
He thought he wanted an affectionate little thing, especially considering the radio silence he received from his biological children, but this was just too much. Wherever he was, you needed to be. All day, all night. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, excluding when he was on patrol.Â
Enji knew that adopted kids tended to have abandonment issues, or whatever, but did you have to be such a damn velcro child? It was cute, in a way, the first year or so of your stay with him. He kinda liked it, having some positive attention finally turned his way, but at a certain point it was just too much.Â
Like when you turned 18 and decided that sleeping alone was no longer an option. Of course, he gave in. He tried to argue back, but the threat of tears from you was too much for his now mended heart. He was trying to change, damn it. He couldn't possibly not give you everything you ever asked for.Â
'Oh, what's that? Sleeping in daddy's bed isn't enough? He has to spoon with you until you fall asleep? Honey, do you really thinkâ? No, no, don't cry. Okay, okay, I'll do it.'
Or when spooning wasn't enough, and you needed to be massaged before falling asleep in Enji's arms, taking up his bed like nobody's business.Â
'What's wrong, baby? Daddy's already rubbing your back, what else do you want? Touch you where? Babyâ okay, since you said please.'
Every night, his thick fingers ran tight circles over your clit, strong arms holding you tight while you flailed and wriggled against him. You never seemed to get used to his touch. It was just too good. He split you open with his index and middle, curling into the spot you couldn't quite reach on your own. Every night, like clockwork.Â
But, of course, you, the mouse who was given a cookie, asked for more. Fingers weren't enough. You needed more from daddy. Sleep didn't come easily enough for you after his skilled touches. You whined for him after every exchange, but he just couldn't give you what you wanted.
Daddy would do almost anything for his baby, anything you asked! Hell, if it made you happy, if it helped to ease the guilt he carried from his older four screw ups, why not? If it helped to mend the hole he created in his own heart, he'd pepper you in every kiss and suck and touch you as much as you wanted him to, butâ
he really didn't think he could deflower you.Â
The idea was too much, way too much. Kind of hypocritical of him. Finger banging and slurping on his adoptive daughter was well and good enough, but playing a little game of 'just the tip' was a line he didn't know if he could cross.Â
It was tempting, and every time he turned you down he felt like a real douchebag, but he didn't trust himself with you. You were so small. He was anything but gentle. He had broken enough of his kids in other ways, he didn't exactly want to add to the score.Â

Your cunt was swollen and drooling after your near nightly ritual with Enji. Crawl up into his bed, whine, scratch at him and beg for his sweet touch. You always got what you wanted, except for one thing.
"Why not?" you whined, gripping onto his forearm as he curled his fingers into you from his spot behind you, lazily acting as your big spoon.Â
"This is enough." His teeth were gritted softly, trying to hold himself back. "You cum like this just fine."
You let your mouth hang open, shuddering silently at how he seemed to speed up and abuse your g-spot. "Not enough," you were finally able to make out, legs clenching in an attempt to force him to stop.Â
Enji huffed, ignoring your whiny excuse. He hated when you locked him out like this, trying to keep your cunt from him like some type of half-assed punishment. Moving your legs back open, spread even further now, he continued fingering you with the same brutal, forceful pace.Â
"You're being bratty, baby. I don't appreciate when you act like that," he said simply, looking down at your convulsing body.Â
"You always say that," you said, pushing his arm as you tried to squirm away from him to pout. "You don't wanna 'cause you don't love me. Don't wanna get close t'me."Â
That was his final straw. He had been holding himself back for your sake, but he could not handle the hurt tone in your voice, even if he knew you were faking just to get him to bite.Â
He pulled his fingers out of your hole and pushed them into your mouth, stuffing the digits down your throat. He slipped his girthy cock out of his boxers, jamming the wide tip into your needy warmth.Â
"You know that is not true," Enji said, already fucking into you without regard to how you were almost too tight. He'd fix that. Make you fit like a glove soon enough. "I spoil you enough, and you still want more?"
You moaned, sound coming out muffled from his fingers blocking your words. He pulled them out, strings of saliva coating your cheek as he brought his hand back to your clit.Â
"Jus' wanna be closer to you 'nd feel you."
He scoffed, pushing down on your clit with too much force, bringing you to the edge of climax already.Â
"No, you're a spoiled brat. I give you too much," he said, not meaning a damn word that came from his mouth. "Got used to getting whatever you want, huh? Selfish little pussy taking everything it can get."Â
The pure euphoria you get from him being rough with you for once is unmatched. Daddy gave you what you wanted all the time, and you liked it, but he was too gentle with it. Like he was scared to mess up or make a mistake (again). You needed him to correct you, you'd wanted him to fuck some sense into you for so long.
You clenched the silky sheets on the bed, hands trembling while he pounding into you, hips cramming against yours spastically.Â
God, he was ashamed.Â
Not because he was fucking his daughter, hell, he came this far without problem. He just usually was much better in bed. Your gasps and shaky moans did little to appease him. Any other time, he'd be composed and sophisticated with his strokes, but he was sloppy and needy now.Â
His cock kicked inside of you, twitching when he spilled his seed. He was so caught up in his own embarrassment that he hadn't realized how dangerously close he had gotten.Â
"Daddy, did youâ?"
Your question was interrupted by his hand covering your mouth, unstable thrusts continuing to fill your senses. You couldn't care that he came in you when he made you feel this good.
While your legs shook and your pussy gushed, one thing was made very apparent to both you and Enji:
This was the first time he let himself go and fucked you, but it would definitely not be the last.
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