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hiii can i request rafe or jj reacting to the reader getting nipple piercings??
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pairing: jj maybank x pouge!f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20s)
word count: 2.9kÂ
summary: you get nipple piercings and your boyfriend is eager to get his hands on them
warnings: SMUT 18+, smut under the cut, nipple piercings, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, dom!jj & sub!reader, mention of p in v (although no protection is mentioned, it is implied), i've never gotten nipple piercings but i tried to be as accurate as possible, although i do know that touching them or kissing them after is a big no-go, this is a fanfiction lol.
a note: the skin colour in the photo isn't correlated with the reader's skin colour. i just like the picture! and, also, a BIG THANK YOU for 500 followers! i know in the grand scheme of things, 500 isn't a lot, but i never thought i would get this far! thank you all, i love you all so much!!!!
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You pull away breathless, lifting your arms as JJ pulls your top off before tossing it aside. He pulls you into his lap, kissing down your neck as he unclips your bra, the black fabric joining the tank top discarded on the floor. JJ kisses down your neck, lips brushing over your collarbones as he slowly kisses down your sternum. You squirm in his lap, his hands roaming over your curves as you feel his cock pressing against you through his shorts.Â
âMmm, you're so soft,â JJ murmurs, fingers dancing along the edge of your panties. His other hand cups one of your breasts, thumb teasing over the nipple. âYou know what would really suit you, baby?â He brings his thumb and pointer finger together and squeezes, tugging at your nipple harshly.
You gasp, your back arching, your chest pressing against his. You whine as he pinches and squeezes again. âWhat, Jay?â
âLittle piercings here,â He pinches your left nipple. âAnd here,â He pinches your right nipple, grinning at the way you squirm and wiggle. He leans in close, hot breath fanning over your ear as he whispers, âFuck, itâs making me hard just thinking about it. Two little bars, just begging to be played with,â His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, tracing over the sensitive skin of your lower belly. âI bet you'd look fucking stunning if they were gold. Or maybe silver. Fuck.â
âYou know,â You breathe heavily as he tugs and twists your nipples again. âIâve been thinking about getting some.â
âOh yeah?â JJ chuckles, giving your nipples another sharp pinch before releasing them. His fingers continue their path south, slipping beneath the thin fabric of your panties to stroke over your slick folds. âI'm more than happy to help you pick out the perfect bar.â He rubs his thumb over your clit in slow circles, applying just enough pressure to make you shudder. âBecause I gotta say, imagining your cute little nipples adorned with sparkly jewellery while I eat this sweet pussy... fuck, that's even hotter.â
âIâll get them then,â You pant out in between moans. âJust for you, baby.â
JJ groans low in his throat, hips bucking up as he grinds his cock against you. âFor me? Oh, pretty girl, you have no idea how much that turns me on,â He slips a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that makes your legs tremble, your back arching as a strangled whine escapes your lips. âBut don't forget, these pretty tits are all mine too,â His free hand reaches up to pinch and squeeze your nipples. âI want to see those piercings, feel them against my tongue when I suck on your nipples,â He adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of you faster now, thumb still circling your clit. âGonna make you cum so hard on my fingers, pretty girl. Then I'm gonna bend you over and fill this tight little cunt with my cock.â
You squeal as he picks you up and flips you over, pinning you underneath his weight.
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You kept your promise to JJ.
After researching and asking around Kildare, you found your piercing studio; Prickink just across the thoroughfare on the mainland. $175 for both the piercings and the jewellery. You would get simple silver bars for now, but they had the cutest pink heart nipple rings that you wanted for after theyâre all healed. Only the best for JJ.
You push the door open, walking into Prickink, greeted by the buzz of tattoo guns and the smell of rubbing alcohol, 80s rock playing softly in the background. The receptionist smiles when she sees you approach the counter, holding your ID and a wad of cash. âHi, welcome to Prickink! How can I help you?â She's decked out in tattoos, covering her arms and chest, with a cute nose ring with a bat charm on it and large gauged ears. âPiercing or tattoo?â
âUh, piercing,â You say nervously. âI have an appointment today at 12:30 with Yvette.â
âAlright, lemme see hereâŚâ The receptionist types away on her computer. She confirms your name before taking your ID and checking it. âNipple piercings?â
You nod. âYeah. Kinda nervous, but itâll be worth it.â
She hands you your ID back. âNerves are normal, but everything will be alright. Yvette is one of the best in North Carolina,â She types on the computer before looking back at you. âAlright, itâll be $175 including the jewellery. We canât put in the heart rings until your piercings heal, but youâre welcome to take them home. Will it be cash or card?â
âUhh, cash.â You say, pulling out $175. She takes the cash and recounts it, sliding a consent form over to you to fill out and sign. You check every necessary box and sign your name, handing it back to her.
âAlright. You can go and sit down, Yvette will come get ya when sheâs ready.â She gestures over to the seating area where a few other people are waiting. Some have their phones out, some reading a magazine, and some were waiting as couples excited to get their matching tattoos.
You sit on one of the chairs, pulling out your phone and scrolling, trying to calm your nerves. It would hurt, yes, but everything would be okay. JJ would be more than happy to help you clean and take care of them. You wait for almost 10 minutes before Yvette rounds the corner, calling your name. You stand up and follow her through the hallway, shoving your shaky hands into the back pockets of your shorts.Â
Yvette leads you through the tattoo shop, passing a few different rooms before arriving in the last one at the end, closing the door behind you. Thereâs a tattoo chair, a small stool, and a shelving unit built into the wall full of supplies. âAlright, take a seat. Iâll need you to remove your top and bra. You can set them on the stool right there.â
You take off your shirt and your bra, folding them and setting them aside on the stool before sitting down on the chair, leaning back against the seat. You clasp your hands in your lap.
She sits on the small stool at the end of the chair, putting on a pair of nitrile gloves. She grabs a thin black marker and holds it up to your chest, making a small dot at the centre of your left nipple, before marking the right as well. âAlright. Any questions before I get started?â
âHow long is the healing process?â You ask. âI just⌠I have an eager boyfriend, ya know?â
She lets out a laugh. âYeah, Iâve heard that one plenty of times,â She puts the marker down. âWell, itâll usually take about six to nine months for you to fully heal. It varies person to person, and a bit if itâs done right but a good guideline.â
You nod, leaning back in the chair. âOkay. Sounds good.â
She scoots forward slightly, the stool rolling smoothly on the wheels. âIâm going to start with the left one. Deep breaths, and try not to move too much.â You nod again as she wipes your nipple with an alcohol prep pad before pulling out a fresh needle, picking up the clamp with her free hand.
It all happens so fast. One second youâre feeling the cooling sensation of the pad, the next second youâre in unbearable pain. You keep still, gripping the armrests so tight your knuckles turn white. You let out a shaky breath as Yvette slides the bar in, twisting the ball bearing closed. âAlright, one down. You need a second?â
âYeah,â You say breathlessly, your face growing hot. âHoly shit.â
She sets the needle down, giving you a pat on the knee. âYeah, thatâs the worst part. Nerves are in there and itâs super painful. Once Iâve got the second one in the painful part will be over, and you can just sit there and look cute.â
You laugh, even though you didnât find it particularly funny. Yvette dabs up some of the blood as you shut your eyes, taking deep breaths. âOkay. Iâm ready.â
You grip the armrest again and prepare for the second needle. This time it goes a lot smoother. One pinch of the clamp, a quick swipe of the prep pad, a slide of the needle and a twist of the bearing. âAnd, done,â She says. âHow you feeling?â
âGood,â You say. âA little lightheaded. I got cookies in my bag though.â
Yvette smiles as she puts the clamps down. âNot the first time Iâve heard that one either. Itâs perfectly normal. Let me just tape some gauze over them before you get dressed again. I would recommend leaving the bra off,â She gets up from the stool and heads to the storage cabinet, picking out two thin strips of gauze with some medical tape before returning to you. She places them over your nipples, then tapes down the edges. âKeep those on until tonight, then you can take them off to shower.â
You sigh. âAlright, cool. Thank you so much.â
âNo problem. Now, make sure you donât play with them while theyâre still healing. Youâre gonna want to,â She chuckles. âI would also avoid all swimming, even if it's in a pool. There are a lot of bacteria that you donât want that getting into the piercing,â She hands you a business card from one of the shelves. âCall or come back if you have any questions about healing.â
âSweet, thank you. Have a good day.â You say, pulling your shirt back over your head. You tuck your bra into your bag before heading out of the piercing studio. You pull out one of the cookies and munch on it while you head back to your car, a small smile on your lips.
JJ is going to love them.
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You push JJ down to sit on the edge of his bed, running your fingers through his hair. âI got something I wanna show you, baby.â
He smirks, putting his hands on your hips as he sits, fingers dipping under the waistband of your leggings. He leans closer, the smell of your shampoo filling his nostrils, your hair still damp from your shower. âOh yeah? What is it, pretty girl?â
âDid you wash your hands like I asked?â You ask, moving your hands to rest on his shoulders.
He shrugs nonchalantly, not bothering to remove his hands from your hips despite your question. âYeah, yeah, course I did. Don't worry about it,â He reaches up to grab your ass, pulling you flush against him. âNow, show me what you've got for me.â You roll your eyes, moving your hands from his shoulders to grip the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head. Your new piercings glitter in the lowlight of his room.Â
JJ's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of your newly pierced nipples, his gaze fixated on the glinting metal, his cock hardening in his sweatpants. âHoly shit, pretty girlâŚâ He trails a finger over the barbell piercing your left nipple, watching intently as it twitches with the movement. âLook at that. So fucking sexy,â He leans in, taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before switching to the other side to do the same. âMmm, love the way it feels against my tongue, fuck youâre so fucking sexy,â He releases your nipple with a pop, looking up at you with a hungry grin. âDo you like having them played with?â
You let out such cute, soft little gasps as he rubs his thumbs over them. You nod, grabbing his biceps. âYeah, Jay. I like it a lot.â
He chuckles, rubbing his thumb around them slowly. âGood, baby, Iâm glad. You look so fucking sexy, baby. Like a goddess,â He wraps his arms around your waist and spins around, throwing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, pinning your hips down with his own. âWhen theyâre all healed up, you should get those rings that have the connecting chain. Wanna tug on it and hear your sweet little whimpers.â
You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist. âOnly if you promise to play with them often,â You reach down, rubbing your fingers over his hard cock, feeling it strain against his shorts. âGot âem just for you, my love.â
JJ groans, hips thrusting into your touch as he grinds his hardness against your palm. âFuck, you're killing me, baby. I'll play with them every damn day if you want,â He captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim yours. Breaking away, he pants, âNeed you naked, now. Remember what I said last week? I wanna eat you out and watch how you look when you cum with your nipples all pierced.âÂ
With swift movements, he tugs your leggings down, sending them flying across the room. He yanks down your soaked panties, pocketing them for later. âChrist, you're dripping wet already,â JJ groans, spreading your thighs wide. He buries his face between your legs, lapping at your slit hungrily. âSo fucking sweetâŚâ
You squeal, back arching as your thighs clamp down on the sides of his face. Your hands immediately fly to his hair, gripping and tugging on the blond strands. âFuck, JJ!â He moans loudly, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core as he laps at your clit, flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub. His hands grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he devours your pussy. He pulls back slightly, blowing cool air over your wet heat before diving back in, tongue delving deep to taste your arousal. Itâs the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted, his favourite taste in the world.Â
âMmm, fuck, you taste amazing, baby,â His voice is mumbled as he sucks your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before releasing with a pop. âGonna make you cum so hard, pretty girl. Wanna hear you whine and cry for me.â He resumes his relentless assault on your clit, fingers digging into your thighs as he eats you out like a man starved, one hand going up to tweak your right nipple.
Your jaw goes slack, and you throw your head back, thighs trembling against the sides of his face. âFuck, JJ, please!â
JJ looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, saliva dripping down his chin as he continues to feast on your pussy. His eyes are drawn to the silver studs on your cute little nipples, and his cock throbs as he slides two fingers inside you, pumping them in time with his licks and sucks on your clit. âPlease what, baby? Tell me what you need,â He murmurs against you, the words vibrating against your clit and making you shiver. His free hand moves to your left breast, rolling and pinching the nipple roughly. âWanna hear you scream my name when you cum, wanna feel your little pussy gush, but you gotta ask for permission, baby.â He redoubles his efforts, sucking harder on your clit as he curls his fingers to hit that magic spot inside you. Your body starts to quake, toes curling, as your orgasm builds.
You gasp, trying to find your voice. âFuck, please JJ, please let me cum! Iâve been good! Please!â You tug on his hair, back arching off of the bed.
JJ smirks against your pussy, blowing more air directly onto your clit. âAlright, alright, baby. You can cum, but only because you asked so nicely,â He sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue as he pumps his fingers fast and deep inside you. At the same moment, his hand moves back up to your right nipple, rolling the stud between his fingers and tugging.
The dual sensations send you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing as your inner walls clench tightly around his fingers, pulsing with each wave of pleasure that crashes over you. JJ moans in satisfaction, continuing to lap at your spasming pussy, drinking in every drop of your release. Only when your tremors subside does he finally pull away, licking his lips clean of your juices. He gazes up at you, eyes shining with pride and desire. âThat's my good girl. Fuck.â
You let out a strangled whimper as he kneels, pulling his shorts down before climbing over you. He pulls his hard cock out, fingers brushing over the tip to gather some pre-cum, spreading it out over his length as he jerks himself off. JJ grips his shaft firmly, stroking it in long, even motions as he hovers above you, his heavy balls slapping against your thigh with each pump. Pre-cum beads at the tip, leaking steadily as he gets closer to the edge.
His chest heaves with ragged breaths, abs clenched tight. âYou're so fucking beautiful like this,â he rasps, his gaze roaming over your flushed skin, the glint of metal on your nipples, the messy hair around your face. âCan't wait to bury myself deep in this perfect cunt and fill it up. Fuck.â He leans over you, lining himself up before starting to push in, giving you time to adjust to his size. He pauses for a moment, savouring the feel of your hot, slick walls wrapped around him, before starting to move, one hand going to tug on your new piercings.
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HEART OF A WOMAN. you should call into work if that ainât too much to ask, i could pour you up a drink and we could burn somethinâ.
03, CHAPTER THREE. COME THROUGH.
ju speaks. late chapter again lol and this election fucked me uuup but thank God for writing as a distraction. you can expect another part between now and monday mayyybe⌠i have some free time. pairing. wnba!paige bueckers x fem!oc. warnings. same old + sexual innuendos (weâre very familiar with my edging game).
present day, may 2025.
paige: yo 6:23pm
wyd?
nailea text me back bro 6:29pm
nailea: hmmm
busy
paige: busy my ass
nailea disliked a message
nailea: iâve been at work all day. some of us donât get to just play basketball, madison đ
paige: ohhh is that right?
iâll have you know i work hard af ma
nailea: hard enough for a reward?
paige loved a message
paige: bring that ass over here nai
nailea: iâve got emails to finish
paige: theyâll be there tomorrow
iâm here right now. waitin on you actually
nailea: maybe i have been thinking ab it 6:32pm
paige: mhm?
well you ainât gotta think no more letâs just do
nailea laughed at a message
nailea: youâre really ridiculous
paige: come over and tell me that to my face
nailea: depends on what you got there
a girl needs incentives
read 6:35pm
paige: i got plenty
few drinks, maybe roll up too. thought that might get you
nailea: itâs a start
send the address, iâll come through when iâm done
paige loved a message
i sink back into the couch, letting my head rest against the arm, my feet comfortably draped across paigeâs lap. the last few days, i tried to keep myself busy, focus on work, ignore the way my phone would vibrate and my thoughts would jump straight to her. the same old game. sheâd sent a few texts, nothing too serious, just little things to test the waters i guess, and when she called yesterday, talking about how much she missed me, i could already tell she was pulling me back in, trying to see if that thread between us would hold.
paige kept her word, thoughâi can give her that. i said iâd answer, and she made sure iâd have a reason to. she knew exactly what to say, and itâs a shame that she always does, really. itâs messed up, but it works. i canât say i havenât missed this, either. the way she can look at me and make me forget everything i swore iâd remember, every reason i shouldâve walked away.
and now, here we are, the sun setting behind her window and casting everything, even her, in some warm, orange glow that only makes her look all the more attractive. itâs like the universe is playing along, trying to romanticize something i know i should be more careful with. thereâs an old celtics game playing on the tv, but neither of us is really paying attention to it. i watch her more than the screen, notice the way her fingers brush absentmindedly over my leg, the way she insists that she should be the one to hold the joint to my lips.
paige leans back, and her hand has inched from my ankle to a casual spot on my bare thigh. weâre both too deep in drinks and hits to make sense of it, but iâm not sure i wouldâve said anything even if i was sober. sheâs wearing one of her uconn tees, which i guess you could call old now, the shirt hugging her arms a little tight. her hairâs falling over her shoulders, looking a little shriveled but still perfect, and every time she glances at me, she wears this smug little smirk.
ââŚfeels like everything i knew itâd be. more work and pressure than it seems, but you know me,â paige says, her grin turning a little self-satisfied, like sheâs relishing every second of her own success. weâve been catching upâif thatâs what youâd call itâfor awhile now. i should probably leave soon, sober up and drive home. iâm not that far. but i donât want to.
she drags her tongue slowly over her bottom lip, eyes hazily drifting back over to me. âwhat about you, huh?â she asks. âyou got that insane move up. whatâs that been like?â
i roll my eyes, tilting my head against the couch arm to look at her. âitâs not that insane.â
paige grins, shrugging and taking a sip of her lazy attempt at a cocktail. iâd offered to make them myself, honestly not trusting the blonde to not fuck it up, but sheâd insisted, hostess duties or something.
âstill sounds like a pretty big deal. youâre all professional and shit now,â she rambles, and i canât help but chuckle at her choice of words.
i shake my head, hiking one of my legs up. âitâs not like iâm paige bueckers or anything,â i tease, a stupid, huge smile on my face. how is she able to bring out the worst and the best in me? âno oneâs asking me to sign their shoes after a meeting.â
she laughs, eyes half-lidded and glassy, gaze intimidatingly lingering on me just a little too long. âbet you got your own version of that, though. people hanginâ on your every word, just tryna get a second of your time. donât lie.â
i shrug, eyes shooting away from her. i donât get how she does it. âi mean, itâs been good,â i admit. âlong hours, but itâs nice to finally get involved the way i always wanted to, yâknow?â
her hand shifts a little on my thigh, just enough to remind me itâs there, and i glance down. âcoulda called that years ago,â she murmurs, barely louder than a whisper. then, itâs silent for a moment. just long enough for me to think of something else to ask her before she beats me to it. âyou happy?â
i swallow, suddenly feeling a little hot in the face. âi am,â i reply after a pause, furrowing my eyebrows with a nod, almost like iâm trying to convince myself of it. âthe dream, right?â i let out a breathy laugh, and paige smiles.
itâs silly to think that the both of us could recall that conversation like it was yesterday. but this wasnât the dream. not the one we had when we were kids. just our own fucked up, adult version of it. and somehow, someway, weâre still here. somehow, someway, we still canât let it go.
âand the people? they treat you right?â she sounds like she really cares, but is still trying not to press too hard.
âeveryoneâs good. most of them, anyway.â she can probably see through every word i say. pick up on the way i describe everything as good. i hesitate, looking back up at her. ânever thought iâd be this close with a pro team after graduating, thatâs for sure.â
âbro, ��kea really donât play âbout you,â paige laughs, but sheâs serious. rickeaâs one of the first people i got close with during my internship, contrary to belief. i was barely around the team then, too. âand mayaâs been talking all kinds of good about you since camâs party.â
i can feel my face flush, and i shift to sit up next to her, suddenly acutely aware of how close i am to paige, how tangled up iâve let myself become. the mention of her name has clearly been a sore subject. iâm not sure why i feel so guilty, paige was mine first, but my mind flashes to her anyway, and then to paige, whoâs probably hearing everything mayaâs been saying about me, while iâm here, in the middle of all of it.
i donât wanna ask what sheâs been saying, and i surely donât wanna press further into how deep paige and maya might be. ignorance is bliss, right? but shouldnât it be my business? is paige still my business?
instead, i force a shrug. âi mean, itâs not like weâre on the same level,â i say, clearly selling myself a little short. mayaâs been here longer, knows what sheâs doing better than i do. credit never hurt.
paige doesnât say anything. she inches just a little bit closer, and the sound of a sold out stadium of cheers from tatumâs three pointer is suddenly going in one ear and out the other. a small smirk tugs at her lips, and she tilts her head, eyes not sure what to focus on as she rubs up and down on my thigh, hand inching a little higher everytime. âi agree.â
i squint at her. âyou do?â but itâs less of a question. my eyes flick to her lips, and i know she catches it because her smile widens, just a little.
âmhm,â she murmurs, her fingers twisting in, gripping my thigh until iâm squeezing my legs together. thereâs a moment of silence, like sheâs giving me a moment to breathe, to prepare, and sheâs not done. ânobodyâs fuckinâ with you, baby. believe that.â
i can feel my defenses slippingânot that they were ever really there anywayâas she presses closer, and i feel a warmth spreading through me, one that has nothing to do with the la heat. âwhat are we even doing, p?â i ask, and i donât know where it came from. no part of me wanted to start an argument, or worse, hear the truth. i canât look away.
she shifts, her expression softening as she glances down, then up again. she doesnât know the answer either. âi dunno. what we always do.â she leans back a little, resting her head on the couch right near my chest, so close that her breath brushes against me with each exhale.
i tilt my head down, just enough to meet her blue hues, and the words come out before i even realize iâm saying them. âiâm supposed to be over this. over you.â
the second theyâre out, i wish i could take them back. i didnât wanna ruin the moment. the way her face changes, her jaw tightening and a flicker of something unreadable flashing in her eyes, tells me iâve hit a nerve. a silence falls between us, an uncomfortable one if iâm honest, stretching longer than i mentally prepared myself for.
paige screws her eyes shut, letting out a low, frustrated breath as she sits up, running a hand over her face like sheâs trying to gather herself. the loss of her touch makes me feel cold. âfuck, nai.â
i push myself up too, eyebrows are furrowed as i try to make sense of it. âwhat? i just asked a question.â
âyou always gotta make shit so fuckinâ difficult,â she mutters, shaking her head like this whole thing is somehow my fault. like iâm the one complicating it.
i frown, glancing down, and she continues. âyouâre justâGod, nai, itâs like you canât just let things be. you always gotta question it, question me.â she bites down on her lip. sheâs actually upset, and the horrible part about it is that itâs so like herâso unmistakably paigeâthat somehow, i canât even bring myself to be mad.
i want to laugh. âwhy does that piss you off?â i donât want to say it, but the words slip out anyway. âyou think youâve given me any reason not to? especially now that youâre seeing maya?â
her head crooks to look at me, and her eyes narrow with it. âwhat the fuck does maya have to do with this?â
i can feel the heat in my face, the way everything inside me tightens, like iâve been holding my breath for way too long. âwhat do you mean, whatâs she got to do with it? youâre seeing her, paige. iâm not blind.â
her jaw clenches tighter than before, and she stands up, pacing a few steps before turning back to me. âweâre notââ she pauses, clearly trying to find her words, but iâm not giving her the time.
âthatâs all i need to know,â i finish, forcing a tight-lipped grin. âyou donât have to lie. iâm quite sick of those from you, actually.â i chuckle, but itâs a hollow sound, one that doesnât even make it past my throat. i reach for my shoes that i tossed to the side when i got here, pulling them onto my feet.
paige watches, hands on her hips, and iâm fine with her quiet. âi donât want you to leave upset with me over somethinâ we coulda talked about,â she softens, but it doesnât change the fact that iâm already over it.
âiâm not upset with you,â i bluff, and i tie the laces of my sneakers a little tighter than necessary.
she glances down, tongue swarming her mouth, and i donât even have to look at her to know that sheâs thinking of some way to stop me. ânaiââ she starts.
âiâm not upset,â i repeat, and i hope it was more firm this time. i force myself to look her in the eyes, not a single thought behind them. neither of us is willing to be the first to back down, but iâm too exhausted to care anymore. âi just need to go,â i finish, standing up and rounding the couch.
paigeâs face drops, hesitation etched across her entire face. âyou canât leave. you had too much. just⌠stay, aight? weâll figure it ouââ
i grab my jacket, ignoring her weak attempts. somehow, this all feels like that night again, and i feel that familiar nausea creep up. âiâll call a fucking uber,â i snap, throwing the door open. and before she can stop me, iâm gone, my pulse racing as i step out into the hall, leaving behind the sound of her voice.
i donât think iâm very good at pretending iâm not upset.
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After The War: Foxx Hunting (Prev <-)
"Commander."
On anyone else, the tone would suggest simple statement. But there was a lilt. A slight inflection, I had long learned to spot, at the end of the word. That made it a greeting. A call. Monotone filled with subtle, near untraceable mocking.
"Tired of running yet, Commander? Or do you want to struggle more? You can, if you want. I can let you. We have time. After all, it really won't change much. There's no where you can go."
Head tilted ever so slightly, at an almost an invisible angle. Posture, military perfect, impossibly so. That perfection bought with pain, torture, born out of brutal necessity. His lips quirked, in an amused curl. At just that same, impossibly slight amount. Too small and indistinct for his tormentors to notice. To take from him.
Just enough to stay human, I had thought. Too stay sane, I had hoped.
I was wrong.
My biggest mistake hunted me. Had all the power in the GALAXY now, to hunt me. All the time he could ever dream, in which to do so. And it was all my fault. Me. It had to be. I... I was the only thing that changed. Tried to make things... things BETTER!
How arrogant. Hubristic. Who the fuck was I? To think I had the RIGHT, to shape and change the fate of an entire GALAXY to my whims? I didn't even know the story. Had been GUESSING, based off STAR WARS. So... so fucking confident. A-and what did that get me? Oh god. O-Oh god!
The blaster burns on my arms and legs screamed, as I forced myself up, one more time. Always, please god, always! J-just one more time! Don't give out on me yet. Not.. not until we are safe. Then. Then! We can cry. Howl and weep, break down and scream.
(My fault. My Fault. MY FAUL-)
None of the characters were an exact match. People were and weren't where they should be. Plots happened out of sequence or not at all. So why? WHY? Did I believe so hard in the Clones? IS it because I loved, still LOVE, the Vode? Did that trust transfer? That emotional connection? Was I tricked? Or was I just a fool? Does it MATTER in the end? If the result is the same?
I brought a monster, straight to Power.
Now they're dead. All my brothers, my sisters, my mentors and friends. Dead, dead, DEAD! Glowing weapons on the ground and a temple filled with DEATH. D-Did the nurseries get out? Please, oh god, let the children have survived my mistake.
Blood stains my robes. Only a tiny fraction of it, is mine.
Sticky and slick, oily and so many colors. The blood does not mix. Too many species, too much ash from the air. If I do not clean or remove it soon? I am likely to get chemical burns, from the reactions developing on the cloth. But again and again. My mistake finds me. A pursuit predator. Intent on wearing me down.
"How long will you try, Commander? You know just as well as I do, that I can afford to wait you out. You'll drop eventually." His tone was so mild, even as his words were horrifying. Overhead, a transport kept steady pace, as I desperately ran from commandos on the streets. "How many days has it been without proper rest? Rations? To stop and think? We've survived far worse then this, Commander. For far longer. We can endure, can you?"
I pull my magic around me, through my screaming legs, to fling myself across a jump they shouldn't be able to make.
Despair surges, as behind me... I hear jetpacks. Ah. They've gotten better gear, at long last. E-Everything I've ever wished for them. Gear and food and safety, at long last! A-At long last. I have to laugh, hysterical and afraid. I just... I just never thought my wish? Would be fulfilled for the purpose of hunting me down.
(I'm so tired. Please, god. No more. Let it stop. Let this nightmare END!)
Jumping, I land in a roll on a level several floors down. The impact is ugly. Agony on my burns and bruises. I may have not taken any direct hits? But those glancing strikes? Still leave marks. Trails of seared, blistering, blaster burns. Like tiger strips. As though you hade been struck, by whip made of fire. Not to mention the concussion grenades.
Yeah, half way through the attack, the Clones had stumbled. Either broken free of the Not Sith's control or come to their senses, deciding to switch to non-lethal weapons. Probably trying to go for the capture instead of the kill. But given the sheer variety of the Knights? One Being's sedative was another's lethal toxin. And the gas attacks...
I... I'm still not even sure if... if Master Rim'Llahiy survived long enough, to get to the healers. The seizures were BAD. He... he didn't deserve that. All he'd ever done, was keep the gardens. Live a quite life. T...Try to defend his home.
Around me, as I run, screens light up. Somehow, I'm the focal point. I... I don't know how he's doing this. It has to be Sketch or Gear, one of the Slicers. Who else could hack into so many systems so easily? The... the knowledge that they're helping him? That everyone of the Guard is HELPING him hunt me? I feel sick.
Was any of it real? Was I friends with ANY of them? Or... Or was I just them happy little slave master, patting myself on the back, because I didn't beat them, unlike the others? Aren't I gracious. Don't you just love me? Say thank you for my grace. Let me feel good about my self! My pretty little charity of the day! Before I skip back off to fairy land! Leaving you all in hell.
Do I deserve this? I... I have to deserve this... right?
Even though I tried. Even though I fought and fought and FOUGHT. Even when that Not A Sith BASTARD tried to kill me at every turn, just to shut me the fuck up, and I WOULDN'T. Because they deserved to be free. Because it was WRONG. Because we took VOWS, remember? Days and days, convincing and campaigning.
I have to... to somehow, deserve this. Because? B-because if I DON'T?
Then What Have I DONE?
City levels and blocks blur together. I couldn't tell you where on this god forsaken ecumenopolis I am anymore. But the others! The others have gotten off planet by now. Surely... surely! They have escaped! Right? They HAVE too. I-It HAS to have been worth it. Becoming bait. M-making myself a target. This... this one last time?
It.. it was WORTH it. Right? Right?!
Please! Please god! Let it have been WORTH IT!!
I skid around a corner. Too tight, not judging it right in my panic, my shoulder clipping the wall hard. Scraping flesh through my robes. Just more bruises and hurt to add to the pile. I don't slow. Can't slow. Feel it but push the pain away. The crash later will be ugly, when I release the magics flowing through me. When the adrenaline fades. But... but either I will live to endure it? Or it will not matter at all.
Too late, though, I see the trap.
I have been corralled. Like a a sheep from my first life, harried by dogs into a pen. Tricked into a corner. No where left to go. The platform I thought was a street? Was an alley between two buildings, leading to a third. A perfect little killbox with only one way out. I stumble, horrified, as I register the truth too late. Spin, already knowing it's too late to double back. But hoping... HOPING....!
Jetpacks. The commando squadron of the guards, touching down at the entrance, a solid line of armor and skill. Better weapons, jet packs, upgraded armor. They... they even seem rested. For the first time in years.
A stark reversal. Now it is I, who is barely holding on. Now I am the one, who has been ground to dust, by the exhaustion of fighting without end. Of running and running. No real food and no real rest. No medicine. No help coming. I want to laugh, scream, weep. So it's to be poetic justice, is it?
But I can not give in.
Forgive me. But I can not, WILL NOT give in. Body exhausted, I draw my blade. The plasma humming as the magics charge. The alleyway fills with light. I took Vows. Owe my soul to the Galaxy and it's people. Regardless of Regime, I have service I must complete. And to do that? I have to be alive.
(I don't care, that they took over. Let them have it. But how could you? How COULD YOU?! The Temple was my home. I am a hypocrite. Here, at the end, I must face that. And now I know it to be true.)
The ship over head dips lower, kicking up a hurricane of wind. My robes whip around me, but I do not move from my opening stance. Ready, not ready, but resigned to it none the less. The Commandos are a silent wall as, from above, a rip cord descends. Clipped to it? Marshall Commander... no, Supreme Commander Foxx.
The Clones newly elected Emperor.
A man I THOUGHT was my friend.
He looked nothing like Commander Fox of the Vode. Hair too long and curling. Face deceptively young looking and boyish. Non regulation piercing hidden under the helmet all Guards wore, day in and day out. They hadn't been able to customize their armor like the others. So they customized themselves.
He wasn't in armor, now. It was somehow worse. The dress uniform an affront, a reminder, like a curse of broken glass. I... I hadn't even known he owned such a thing. It made sense, given his old position. Yet, somehow... somehow? I doubted this was the uniform he had been given. It looked... looked Regal.
"Are we done, now? Got it out of your system? Or should one of us put you on the ground first? Grind your face right against the filthy floor?"
His voice was mild as ever, as he calmly unclipped himself, let the cord retract. He tucked his hands behind his back. Strolled forward with measured steps, assessing eyes, like a general examining untested troops. Picking me apart for weakness, looking for openings in my stance. Injuries on my body. I had seen him do this before. Just... just never thought... it'd be used... a-against me. (How arrogant, I had been.)
"This can stop at any time, Commander. All you have to do? Is stop running. You don't have to worry anymore. I'm not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. You've struggled long enough, don't you think? It's time to be done. To come home. Be taken care off. That's all we want to do, Darling. Commander."
"Surely you can see, that it's BETTER this way? No more war. No more Knights on sabotaged missions. Diplomats to war zones. Children where they shouldn't BE. The Order can be SAFE now. YOU can be safe now. Loved and precious as you always should have been. It's okay now, Commander. Come here. It's okay..."
Foxx's eyes blazed with conviction. They had been brown, like his brothers. They... oh god, they SHOULD have been brown. But as I stared into his face, at those unfamiliar eyes on what should be so familiar a form? Red stared back. The red, Red, RED, of the Fallen.
Foxx had been... had been Energy Sensitive. The Cloners had fucking LIED, when they said it wasn't possible. I had always suspected. Didn't dare bring attention to it. Didn't want my friend to be... to be KILLED. Experimented on. I should have trained him. Done more.
Desperate people will reach for anything, to stop themselves from drowning. And the Dark offers such tempting things. Vengeance and Power. Freedom, no matter the cost. It pays sweetly then corrupts slow. There is always a cost.
I can not risk it.
Shifting my weight to my front leg, in preparation to surge forward, I never get the chance. A two fold thwip! And sharp pinch in my upper arm. I got the first. But the second... a? Dart? No. NO! Panicked, I flood my body with the magics meant to purge drugs and... instantly the world spins. I have somehow just made it worse. W-what?
"Confiscated from slavers, 'bout five months back. It's a high end drug." The Commando with the dart gun said, as though commentingon the weather. "Fairly new, too. Made to react specifically to the Cosmic Energies. Our esteemed Chancellor, may he rot as he deserves, had them developed through several shell companies."
"Really wish you hadn't done that, Commander. Cause, see, the side effects? Are pretty nasty." Foxx commented. Various helmets nodded, the guards body language sympathetic but lacking any remorse. What ever it took to bring me in. To make me Safe.
"Now you're going to be sick for a while. But on the other hand? You are a stubborn one. So maybe this'll give you time to think, hmm? Time to enjoy the pampering a bit. You'll get used to it, learn to be good for me. I know you. You're a smart girl."
My legs couldn't hold me anymore. Despite struggling, I couldn't keep my blade at the ready. Helplessly, I watched as he watched forward. Used a single finger, on the hilt, to push my blade to the side. The lightest of tugs, stealing it from me entirely. At long last, the tears came. I... I was scared. Really, really scared. P-please... Foxx, please...
"Hunts over, Commander. It's time to stop running. You've lost."
"But, that? That's okay. You can lose now. Be weak. Wretched and pathetic and flawed. You don't have to be perfect any more, Commander. I've got you. You're Mine. Ours. Perfect, just the way you are. And today?"
"Today is the start of the rest of your new life, Commander."
"Welcome to the Empire."
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What Are You a Cop?
Eddie is drowning his sorrows at the bar. His band didn't get the Saturday spot at 'Damsels' and when he went home to complain about it he caught his boyfriend in bed with someone else.
He feels someone come up behind him and he quickly ducks his head onto the counter, cigarette still in hand.
"Hi! Um I saw you from across the bar- can I buy you a drink?"
"Fuck off," he mumbles into his elbow.
"Are you ok?"
"Fuck off."
"You know...you shouldn't smoke in here."
That makes Eddie's head pop up off the counter. It actually pisses him off to the extreme. Straw that broke the bank etc. He acts in a flash, grabbing the closest drink to him.
"What are you? A cop?" He growls and throws the drink at the voice.
His eyes are blurry and have trouble adjusting to the light. When they do the first thing he notices is the earth-shattering beautiful man in front of him, vodka cran running down his face, and a smirk on his lips.
Wait.
Fuck
The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a police badge.
"How'd you guess?"
"Well-" Eddie's wide eyed and stuttering. "I thought either those handcuffs in your pocket were real or you were excited to see me."
"HA! Oh that's a good one. You're gonna have to come with me."
"Shit."
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"Come on officer! Lemme go!!!! I'm sorry ok. I'm so sorry. I was having a crappy night and I didn't mean to take it out on you."
"Mr. Munson, you attacked a police officer, smoked a cigarette indoors, and you're too drunk for me to send home without supervision. One night in the tank is not gonna hurt you. I won't even put this on your record."
"Eddie."
"What?"
"I've heard cops say Mr. Munson enough in my life. Eddie's fine."
"Ok then Eddie, I'm Steve."
"Perfect."
Eddie rambles to Steve for hours until the alcohol starts to hit him a different way and sleep overtakes him.
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There's a bang on the cell door and Eddie shoots up out of his slumber.
"WHUH"
"Goodmornin Eds, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three."
"Perfect! Let's get you home."
"You're...taking me home?"
"Well I...I want to make sure you're ok. I did enjoy spending time with you I wouldn't mind getting in an extra ten minutes." Steve smiles at him sheepishly.
A small blush grows on Eddie's face.
On the drive back Eddie becomes enamored with Steve. He loves the way he snorts when he laughs, he loves hearing him sing along to Fleetwood Mac, and he loves hearing about the kids he helps through a police program. He forgets all about his cheating boyfriend and knows Steve is all he wants. He feels devastated when the car comes to a stop.
"Well...I guess I'll see you around?"
Panic shoots through Eddie.
"Well I uh, never got that drink from you. Would you like to come in?"
Eddie will never forget the red face and glistening smile on Steve in that moment.
"How about coffee?"
"It's a date."
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"Perfect illusion"
Dark!Neteyam x F!Reader
a/n: the work is written by me. I'm reposting it as I have a new account now and the old one was deactivated. Credits for beautiful dividers to @cafekitsune. Adult Neteyam pictures @cinetrix.
Word count: 2,5k
Summary: not everything is as it seems, sometimes all that one needs to deceive is a perfect illusion.
Warnings: 18+!, aged up Neteyam, con to noncon, oral (both receiving), nipple play, unprotected, p in v, forced tsaheylu, forced knotting/breeding, obsessed Neteyam, manipulations, toxic relationship, overstimulation, dacryphilia
It was hard to watch you sneak away with Loâak for obvious reasons, just for you to come back smelling like him. Neteyam hated it, he even began to hate his brother a little bit for taking you away from him. You weren't Neteyam's, that was true, but Neteyam felt like you belonged to him anyway, and Loâak was stealing you⌠so Neteyam did what he could, knowing that you had a soft spot for Loâak. He couldn't allow you to fall in love with his brother. Loâak didn't deserve you, no one deserved you but Neteyam. So when you were in that strange relationship with Loâak, Neteyam would take you on strolls so you could see Loâak with others. Or when he knew you were going to visit Loâak he was hiding a female loincloth so you could find it. Anything to get you away from his brother⌠soothing you when you came to Neteyam crying because Loâak can't take you seriously and respect you. Neteyam would act like a concerned friend giving you advice that wasn't really useful.
And so Neteyam did lead the little deal of yours and Loâakâs to come to an end. You couldn't handle Loâak fucking others where you two had some kind of an agreement. You wanted to forget about him⌠so you headed for someone who was there when you needed him the most: Neteyam.
He had to break you or rather make it look like Loâak broke you so he could put you back together, and he succeeded. You were depressed at first, thinking of Loâak, and missing your little meetings⌠but soon enough Neteyam proved himself to be a perfect man, or so you thought.
It was heaven, having you on your knees before him as you sucked his cock eagerly. Your eyes locked on his, you aimed to please and you weren't failing. Neteyam tilted his head back, groaning, his fingers tangled in your hair, occasionally yanking you further down on his cock. He loved the sounds of you slurping and gagging, getting his cock all wet with your spit. Neteyam loved it sloppy.
It was heaven, having you on your knees before him as you sucked his cock eagerly. Your eyes locked on his, you aimed to please and you weren't failing. Neteyam tilted his head back, groaning, his fingers tangled in your hair, occasionally yanking you further down on his cock. He loved the sounds of you slurping and gagging, getting his cock all wet with your spit. Neteyam loved it sloppy.
âSuch a good girl for me, aren't you? Sucking my cock like a hungry slut,â Neteyam teased, his hips bucking forward, his balls almost slapping against your chin. The way you looked up with tears in your eyes⌠it was making him want to ruin you. You looked pretty with your lips wrapped around his cock. âThatâs my tĂŹyawn, keep sucking, yawntu,â Neteyam moans, feeling himself getting close to the edge. With you, it was always like that. You had so much power over him⌠you could make him cum untouched if you wanted. âYou are going to swallow my cum, aren't you, sevin? The most precious girl in the whole universe,â Neteyam hums, putting his hands on the back of your head as he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth, taking complete control of your movements. His length hitting the back of your throat, but Neteyam was gentle. He couldn't scare you away, he couldn't reveal his dark side, not until you were so deep in love with him that you would be able to ignore it. You hollow your cheeks, causing Neteyam to moan loudly. âMm, that's good. Swallow all of it, allâŚâ Neteyam groaned, spilling himself inside your mouth. You swallowed right away, the salty taste lingering on your tongue. Neteyam pulled out of your mouth slowly, brushing your hair off of your face. âI guess I need to return the favor,â Neteyam hummed before laying you down on your back. You looked up at him, clearly excited for the pleasure he was about to give you. Neteyam settled himself between your legs, kissing all over your lower abdomen. He was gentle and loving, truly a perfect manâŚ
âNeteyam,â you whined as he continued to kiss everywhere but where you needed him the most. He raised his eyebrow, clearly amused.
âImpatient, are we?â Neteyam hummed, kissing and licking your inner thighs. You needed his mouth higher. âUse your words, tĂŹyawn.
âI need you here,â you whimpered softly, your cheeks flushed.
âAsk properly. What do you want, sevin?â Neteyam loved to tease you, and you were so easy to taunt tooâŚ
âI want you to eat me out, Nete,â you force yourself to say. Neteyam nodded in approval.
âWhat a good girlâŚâ Neteyam leaned down before he began to suck on your clit gently. You moaned softly, placing your hand on his head. âI love this sweet pussy. It's all mine⌠only mine,â he planted a kiss on your clit before he moved his tongue down to your slit, tasting your wetness eagerly. Neteyam was eating you out like there was no tomorrow like he was a man starved. Neteyam was moaning and humming against your cunt, enjoying your taste. It was addictive, he was an addict and you were his drug. You bucked his hips into his mouth, craving more of his skilled mouth. Neteyam put his hand on your lower stomach to stop the movement. âLet me enjoy you, yawntu,â Neteyam hums before focusing on his task again. His tongue buried deep inside of you, so warm and big⌠The pressure in your stomach builds as he tongue fucks you. Your spine curved against the mattress, and you pulled his braids as waves of pleasure washed over you, causing you to spill yourself on his face. Neteyam cleaned you up eagerly with his tongue, grateful for getting to taste such a sweet goddess again. âDo you still have some energy left in you, tĂŹyawn?â Neteyam taunts. You nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel him fucking you deep.
âYes! Yes, please. I need it, I need you,â you say sweetly, making Neteyam chuckle in amusement. He got on top of you slowly, rubbing the head of his cock against your wet folds.
âSuch a wet pussy for me⌠I love this pussy, it's perfect. Always so needy and ready for me⌠Beg me, tanhĂŹ. Beg me to make love to you,â Neteyam ordered. You looked into his beautiful eyes, chuckling.
âYou want me to beg? Don't you want to spoil me?â You taunt back, causing him to shake his head.
âNot today, yawntu. Today you beg me,â Neteyam grinned, showing off his perfect teeth. That smile of his⌠Neteyam was charming and so precious.
âPlease, Nete. I need your cock inside of me, filling me up⌠I want you to stuff me full with your cock.â And what was Neteyam supposed to do with you begging so nicely? Besides granting your wish⌠He entered you slowly, Neteyam was a gentleman who cared about your well-being. You gasped in unison as he bottomed out, stretching your tight walls with his thick shaft. Neteyam sets a steady pace, letting you adjust to his size. The feeling was familiar. You have done this before but his size never ceases to amaze you. Always hitting the best spots inside, stretching you out deliciously⌠âWould you look at that? Such a tight pussy, gripping me so well⌠it doesn't want to let me go, does it? I can barely pull out to thrust inside again,â Neteyam laughed, moving his hands to your nipples, pinching and massaging them gently with his fingers. They hardened right away upon his soft touch. Neteyam loved how responsive your body was to him, it was just proving him right⌠he was right about you being as obsessed with him as he was with you, or so he wanted to think. He leaned down and captured one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it carefully. You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. The thrusts were slow but deep, sex with Neteyam was always passionate. There was no rush, just pleasure and intimacy. âThatâs it. Just like that⌠I love being inside this pussy,â Neteyam was moaning against your nipple, sending pleasant vibrations through your body. He was speeding up gradually, pounding deep into you, hitting that one spot that was making your body tremble. The pleasure building inside of you. Neteyam sucked on the other nipple, driving you crazy.
âLoâak,â you moaned loudly, nails dug into his back probably leaving a mark. You realized what you did when Neteyamâs moves came to a full stop.
âSay that again,â his eyes narrowed. Everything inside of him was boiling. He was ready to lash out, to strangle you right here right now⌠no, he wanted to strangle his brother.
âNeteyam, Iâm so-â but he didn't let you talk, covering your mouth with his hand.
âYou said enough, whore,â he began to move again. But the thrusts were no more gentle and passionate. Your lips parted as the roughness overwhelmed you. It felt good, fucking you like he wanted to from the very beginning. Neteyam was fucking you like he hated you, and it was the truth somewhat⌠Neteyam hated that he loved you, he hated how you affected him. And now after all that he did for you, you moan his brotherâs name? Neteyam needed to claim you once and for all. Make you his forever and he didn't care if you were up for it. He pulled your kuru with one hand and his own with another, making your eyes widen as you realized what he wanted to do. You couldn't let him.
âNeteyam, I'm not ready. It's too soon, please. Let us enjoy ourselves-â you were cut off by him connecting your kurus. Your eyes widened as you felt everything, every single emotion he was feeling right now. All the love, obsession, anger, jealousy, lust⌠and he could feel your emotions. Neteyam knew you loved him, he could feel it⌠but he could also feel fear. You were afraid and being scared around a predator was the worst thing you could have done. You were not two separate beings, you were one, connected by a sacred bond that could not be broken. Just as Neteyam wished, you were bonded to him. Your soul, your mind, your heart, your body⌠were his. And he was yours. The line between his ending and your beginning wasn't there, you were like one person.
âSee, tĂŹyawn? Our bond will never be broken, I will make sure of it by knotting you, breeding, filling up with my offspring, marking your womb. No more Loâak. That way you will be mine for eternity,â Neteyam growls, pushing deeper inside of you. Neteyam could feel your fear, it aroused him even more. It could seem like a punishment for you too⌠moaning his brotherâs name⌠he should have brought Loâak here and made him watch. You tried to resist, you didn't want it to be like that⌠you hadn't thought of children with him yet but you were sure as hell you didn't want to conceive them like that. It was hard, you couldn't focus on your feelings as his own overwhelmed you, and all the love and obsession were messing with your mind. Neteyam was love bombing you on purpose, sending the strongest emotions to fuck with your mind. The tears streaming down your cheeks⌠You were vulnerable and he loved it, completely at his mercy⌠finally, just like he wanted in his fantasies. And normally, Neteyam would have hated to see you cry but now⌠now it only aroused him more. He kissed the tears away, licking your soft skin. The tears were salty⌠âYou are so fucking cute when you cry, you know that?â Let it all out, good girl. Let it all out,â he hums, licking and kissing the tears away. Neteyam didn't stop pounding into you, making sure for every thrust to be deep, punishing even. His tip swelled, getting ready to knot you. It was what Neteyam craved and needed and no matter how loudly you were begging, he was going to do it.
âNeteyam, please,â but your plea fell on deaf ears. Neteyam didn't hear you, he heard one word, one name: Loâak. And he couldn't allow you to think of Loâak ever again. He didn't want you to scream too much, he didn't want to see his beautiful mate in pain⌠so he was sending love through the bond. You needed to feel loved by him, you needed to calm down.
âIt's all going to be fine. I know it's not your fault, it's his. He's like a pest, my whole damn life I needed to defend him,â Neteyam was getting aggressive again. His relationship with his brother worsened since he met you.
âHe's not bad,â you mutter as the tears continue to stream down. It was too much for you, your body and your brain couldn't process it.
âJust for him to try and ruin you. He's ruined but not you. Youâre mine, I helped you to be one again. I helped you to pick up the broken pieces of yourself. You should be grateful I'm giving you the privilege of carrying my offspring. I'm the best option, sevin. You will forgive me for how it happened⌠Iâm going to cum. I'm going to fucking knot this perfect pussy and claim your womb, fill it up with my seed. Maybe we will be lucky and get more than one?â Neteyaam caressed your hair, giving you a few more brutal thrusts, intending to go deep. He was ready for the last step. âMine, mine, mine. My woman, my pussy, my mate. You are fucking mine, slut,â he was ready to knock you and shoot his hot load inside your pussy. His cock ached to knot you already. Neteyam would be fulfilled, claiming you completely. You didn't want to cum, you didn't⌠but your bodies were one so when he began to release⌠you couldn't stop it. Your body shook as the knot locked you together. Neteyamâs hot seed mixed with your juices. Neteyam came really deep inside, you could feel the warmth there. Your body knew him⌠but did your mind know him? He was like a different person now. âYouâre mine and I want you to remember that,â Neteyam hissed, releasing your neck from his grip. He kept rocking against you, desperately wanting to fuck you again but he couldn't, because of the knot. All that mattered was cumming again and again inside of you, to ensure that you will be carrying his child. He was going to empty his balls inside even if it meant overstimulating himself⌠now not only himself but you too. You were connected for eternity. You were exhausted, unsure of what you really felt as your bodies were one. Neteyam owned you and he would do anything to keep you his, even if it meant going against his brother or even⌠you. The man before wasn't Neteyam, it was all a perfect illusion.
#neteyam x reader#neteyam x female reader smut#neteyam x fem!reader#neteyam x y/n#neteyam x you#neteyam suli x reader#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan#neteyam sully#neteyam smut#neteyam#neteyam atwow#atwow smut#dark content#El's repost
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I hate when there is anger inside my body. I am very small and my feelings are very big :(
#it really just does not matter what I do huh#itâs spring break. I was up at 9:30 and happened to stay in bed for a bit and take my time showering and stuff#you know? cuz Iâm on break? And can do whatever the Hell i want?#but apparently I was âsleeping all dayâ according to my mom#and then she reminded me to wash my hair the next time I shower. which is code for âyour hair looks like shitâ#itâs like that one bit from friends where theyâre having a funeral for the gellerâs grandmother#and Monicaâs mom is like âcan you imagine being criticized for every little thing you do?#itâs amazing that I grew up to be the life-affirming person I amâ#the joke being that she criticizes everything Monica does and is constantly trying to âfixâ her#always criticizing her outfit and hair and life choices#like. thatâs exactly my mother. and guess what? I fucking hate her!#andâthis is a horrible thing to say I knowâsometimes I wish she would just hit me#because violence and bruises are easier to spot than the covert belittling and the slow chipping away at my self esteem#all while under the guise of helping me#as if she isnât insulting me and treating me like a mini clone of her or a goddamn toy to entertain her#she never wanted me she wanted a dress up doll#she doesnât want nano she never wanted nano she wants a perfect girl who marries a perfect guy#and has perfect grandbabies#sheâs tried to strip me of my boricua heritage in unassuming little ways#sheâs tried to strip me of my desires and interests and emotions#sheâs tried to ignore my trauma and logic away my mental illness#she has tried to destroy every part of me everything that makes me what I am#and she is the victim. the one with the woefully annoying stupid disobedient daughter#because i have resisted her attempts to mold me into something that Iâm not#vent#im just so tired of trying to be the person she wants me to be and never being good enough#Iâm tired of feeling trapped#Iâm tired of feeling like an awful person#Iâm so sick of her
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tw ! smut, mdni, aged up characters, corruption kink, fem!reader.
megumi is so into corruption and he almost hates himself for it.
he likes the shy girls with little to no experience who go all wide eyed and squirmy when theyâre told something nasty. he likes the girls whoâs brains get a little bit fuzzy when theyâre praised for the first time, when calling them a good girl makes their lashes flutter and their skin warm up.
megumi likes the girls who need to be guided through big crowds or held up in tight spaces because theyâre a little clumsy and might fall. he has a l dirty little thing for the ones who post pictures with their pouty, glossy lips and pictures the same pigment smeared along his lengthy dick â teaching them how to suck it just right, messing up their angel faces with tears and spit and all sorts. sometimes he likes to be needed by sweet, innocent things who wear their skirts a little too short and adorn those frilly ankle socks that are enough to drive a man like him mad.
maybe itâs a little gross of him, to prey on the weak and the pure â slaughtering them like a lion feasting on a lamb. he canât help that he likes the way your the lace frills around your ankles socks dangle over his broad shoulders when fucks you deep and slow against your girly sheets, amongst your soft plushies and pillows.
he canât help but to relish the taste of your drooly lips and the sound of your babyish tears when he hits that special spot along your sticky, wet insides. megumi wants someone to dote on, someone to press into the sheets and ruin for better ( or for worse ). he wants to be the one who teaches these precious little gems like you how to be bad and the perfect little fuck toy all for him.
flashes of guilt often cross his mind, makes his brows crease at the centre of his forehead midway through bending you over the edge of your bed and ploughing your poor pussy until thereâs a darkened wet patch staining your sheets. he really shouldnât be doing this, not to someone as innocent as you. who doesnât know any better.
but then you cry out his name in warbled gibberish, reaching back for fushiguroâs large, veiny hand because you like being used by this and how he makes your legs tremble and shooting stars strike a path before your very own glossy eyes. you like this just as much as he does. and suddenly, megumi doesnât care
because heâs found a twisted happiness in the idea of corrupting you so bad that no one else can satisfy the misguided, devious thoughts in your head. so that youâll seek him out for pleasure and pain, because you know just what he likes and heâs taught you exactly what he wants you to like. <3
ę°Â end. â all rights reserved Š tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.
#jjk smut#megumi x reader#jjk x reader#megumi smut#megumi fushiguro smut#megumi fushiguro x reader#⧠âË੠â writing#tteokdoroki#jujutsu kaisen smut#tw: corruption#mmmm yeah#⧠âËđ੠â aali just posted
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Dangerous decision.á
the jjk men get a haircut when you're ovulating? yeah, it was on purpose
â° including [separate] Nanami x reader, Gojo x reader, Toji x reader, Geto x reader, Sukuna x reader, Choso x reader, Higuruma x reader, Shiu x reader, Kusakabe x reader
â° warnings. MDNI, fem!reader, established relationships, unprotected sex, overstĂmulation, bite marks + hickeys, thigh riÄing, jealousy, throat fuckiĹg, dirty talk, dacryphilia, rough sĂŤx, praise, creampÄąe, pet names, HEAVY breeÄing, oral (m + f), degradätion (âbĂŹtchâ and âwháťreâ are used), nipple play, cĂźm play, mean and softdom Suguru, kinda mean Toji
â° word count. 6k (I apologise in advance)
â° A/N. my ovulation was in control and i made everyoneâs problem
ââââââăâ° NANAMI KENTO
You knew that allowing your husband to have an app to track your cycle could turn into a bad idea someday. Still, you trusted Kento. What was the worst thing he could do with that anyway? Come back home after work looking incredibly handsome?
Yes. That, exactly.Â
He was half an hour late, and you were laying in bed when he came with flowers and chocolate in his hands, and smelling so good. God, it made you bite your lips just from looking at him. His loose tie and the perfect suit, it was almost too much to handle, especially when he said he had brought dinner and dessert, and that he got a haircut.Â
And that was an hour ago.Â
Now you were sitting on Nanamiâs lap, riding his dick and holding tight on his broad shoulders, your nails digging on his skin, leaving red marks all over. None of you broke eye contact, Kento was too stunned for that, mouth half open and his rough, low moans out in the open just for you, fueling that feeling in your core.Â
âKeep fucking going, love. Donât stop.â Nanami groaned, his voice a few tones lower than usual, lost in the pleasure only you could give to him, his sweet wife unable to control yourself in your fertile period. The feeling of his cock buried deep inside you making the two of you lose your strengths. His hands holding tight on your hip and waist, guiding you through it when you started to feel tired.
âThatâs my good girl, thatâs rightâŚâ
His fingers were digging on your skin like you were doing with him, still letting you ride him at your own pace. And you felt like you couldnât stop. Desperate for more, your hips moved up and down, riding him like he taught you, just how he liked it, feeling your gummy walls hot against his dick and the wetness of it making the sloppy sounds echo louder around you two. It hit on the right spots, making your eyes roll back.Â
âYouâre doing so good, fucking yourself on my cock like this, love.â you could feel his words turning that desperate key in your brain, making your hips roll back and forth, his dick hitting the right spots that made you moan his name in that needy tone he always loved.Â
ââSâToo good, Ken.â
âYeah? Too good to use your husband as a toy, pretty girl?â He smiled, his gaze locked on his lap and the way he was filling you. His hands tightened the grip on your hips when you felt weak, and started moving you with his own strength and pace as if you weighed nothing for him. âWeâre not stopping now, youâre taking it.â
âKen- Ngh- Please!âÂ
âPlease, what, darling?â Nanami teased, leaned in to kiss and suck on the skin of your neck when you tried to babble something back. Your words getting lost in your throat when he moved his hips up and your body down, messily fucking you. Your hands moved up his shoulders to his neck, looking into his eyes with your mouth half open. âCome on, just one more and Iâll fill you up again.â
âMngh- I canât- Too much, Ken!â
âYes, you can. I can feel how tight you are already,â He whispered, never stopping his movements against you and your movements against him. Your bodies colliding against the other, making that painful, sinful pleasure almost drives you insane. âCum fâme, and Iâll make sure youâre filled enough to give me a baby, yeah?â
âFuckfuckfuck, Kento!â
âCum.â
ââââââăâ° GOJO SATORU
It had been hours since Satoru got home after leaving to get his monthly haircut, and he still had you open for him in your shared, messy bed. Legs spread to give him the vision he always loved, your body on display for him to do what he wanted, what you loved. His hands holding tight on your thighs to keep you quiet and open for him, while he fucked you tortuously slow.Â
âToru, please,â You moaned, your hands tightly tied up with the fabric of his blindfold. Your hips moved down to meet him, barely hiding your needs from him. It only made him smile, squeezing your thighs. âFaster. And harder, please.â
âFuuuuck, Sugar. You still can handle it? Areâya sure?âÂ
He was teasing you, it was clear in his eyes, in his tone, but fuck it, you couldnât care less. Every thrust, every throb, every time he looked down to see his whitish cum escaping from the sides of your sensitive folds, and every time you looked up into his eyes to see that dangerously addicted glow, both of you knew you would take it.Â
âI need more, please.â
âI canât deny anything when you ask so nicely.â
He smiled, a wide, feral grin while he pushed your legs even more, his body leaning in, closer and closer when he started to push himself against your aching, full pussy, each thrust harder, deeper and faster than the other.Â
Satoru had his knees on the bed, placing his weight on top of yours while he picked up the pace, fucking you so mercilessly, giving in to the feeling of how wet you were against his dick. And how you moaned his name, your needy voice, tired from the long fucking sessions he put you through.Â
âNgh- Fuck! Oh-n-God!â You could barely keep your eyes open, Satoru was addicted to the feeling of his dick inside your wet and white painted walls, pounding good down on you, his tip dangerously hitting your cervix over and over again.Â
âHeh- I felt that, baby. Cumming again, arenâtâya?â
Gojo teased, groaning and moaning shamelessly in your ear when he felt your pussy throbbing against his dick, showing the last signs of strength while he fucked you again. With his left hand on the mattress to hold the weight of his torso, he slid his right hand up by your sides, squeezing your tits, marked by his teeth with noticeable red love bites, until he reached for your nape.Â
âGotta make ya come to a good view, sweet thing.â His hand forced on your nape, your head now leaning forward when he made you open your eyes. Curved underneath his body, you could see his painfully hard cock sliding in and out your wet pussy. The sight of it making you shiver and moan louder, that same feeling building up in your core.Â
âLook at how good youâre takinâ me, hm?!âÂ
âToru! Donâtstopdonâtstop!â You could barely manage to get the words out of your mouth, already cumming while you said it. Pussy throbbing at each and every thrust inside, harder and harder. The sweet vision of you two connected like that making you orgasm even better.Â
âOh, fuck, fuck darling,â He moaned loud, head moving down and his lips capturing the skin of your shoulders, leaving even more hickeys all over, marking you and letting clear that your body was his. ââMâgonna cum too, Sugar. Fill you up again, right? Take it, fucking take it!â
Tired, fucked into a mess, your right hand moved up until you touched his nape, your fingers feeling his undercut, the hair perfectly shaped, the reason you felt so needy when he came back. The reason why you were now taking one more load from him, leaving both of you tired when he pulled out, panting, just to see your body marked by his hickeys and bites, and the whitish cream leaking out of your reddish cunt.
âPerfect, Sugar.â
ââââââăâ° FUSHIGURO TOJI
Toji wasnât exactly the type to care about how he looked, but you did. And that was why you had insisted on going with him when he said he would get a haircut. There were no big changes, just a trim here and there, but, somehow, the vision got you more excited than it should. Wetter than usual.Â
But Toji saw it in another way.Â
His woman in a barber shop full of men looking at her as if she was a piece of meat? He wouldnât forget that. And he didnât. Jealousy kicked in fast, even if he tried to deny it, and now that he got you on your knees, tears running down your face and mouth open around his cock, you could see the glimpse of that possessiveness in his eyes.Â
âYou enjoy the attention, donâ ya?â His voice was low, not hiding his pleasure. Asking you questions when you had your mouth full, his tip brushing against your throat. He made you take it, and made you look into his eyes while doing so. âBut youâre mine, mama. All mine.â
He looked insatiable for you, a hungry man, discounting everything he felt inside on your poor mouth. âAll mine to fuck like this, to feel ya moaning on my cock. Thaaatâs right.â Tojiâs hand touched your cheek, feeling how full he left your mouth, snickering at the thought.Â
Only when you tapped his thighs, he pulled away, letting you breathe while he pulled you onto the bed. Giving you only a few seconds to recover, Toji opened your legs for him, his thumb finding the way to your needy clit quickly, and let out his rage and jealousy on your poor cunt.Â
You knew what would happen to you as soon as you felt him brush his tip on your pussy, spreading your wet folds. He smirked, seeing how it throbbed in expectation for his next move, but he took his time to tease you, to fill that damn hot egotistical side of his.Â
âYa see who does that to you, donâ ya?âÂ
âFuck, yes, Toji! I need you,â Your moan was somewhat desperate, your voice showing the signs of your used throat. âPleas-â
The word got lost in your throat when he moved his hips at once, his hard girth sliding in and opening you for him. No giving time for you to loosen up, no fingering you. He used your own wetness and your saliva on his cock to move and fill you in one thrust. Hands tight on your hips to keep you quiet when you squirm, trying to move.Â
âNo running away now, little thing,â He groaned, leaning on top of you, his hips rolling back just to give another harsh thrust in, your body jolting in the bed. âYa asked for it, âmâgonna make you take it, inch by inch.â
When your eyes met his, and you tried to speak, Toji stood straight and started fucking you mercilessly, senseless. His hips slapped against yours as his hands moved your hips slightly up. He had his head hanging back, mouth open to moan for you, taking his frustrations and anger in you.Â
âAlways acting like a bratty little bitch when youâre all fertile and ready for me,â A low groan escaped his mouth when he touched that sweet spot inside that made you clench and scream his name, muffled against the back of your own hand. âYou wonât be actinâ like that for long, pretty girl.â
âOh my G- Fuck, Toji! Too much, bab-â
ââSânever too much for you, câmon,â His fingers tightened the grip on your skin, his digits marked on you like he owned you. Your body was sensitive, the ovulation always made you feel much more, and he knew it. ââMâgonna make them stop lookinâ at my woman.âÂ
âToji! I- Iâm gonna c- Iâm gonn-â Your babbling only made him move harder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours was loud in the room, mixed with the wet sounds of your aching pussy and how wet you were, and coming more. Making it easier for him to slide in and out and fuck you however he wanted.Â
âThatâs my good girl, now I can fill you upâ The man praised, stopping just enough to move you as if you were light as a feather, and sliding back inside once he had you on fours. Face down, ass up, like he so much loved. âGotta make you a real mama and keep you just to myself.â
ââââââăâ° GETO SUGURU
âHow many times have I told you to behave, hm?â
His voice was low, giving you chills at every word spoken, his eyes focused on your movements on top of him. He had taught you how to ride his thigh properly, and it was his way to give you release without touching you. His way of torturing you.Â
ââMâSo sorry, Sugu!â Your voice was shaky at this point, keeping your hands to yourself after he forbade you to touch him unless he said otherwise. You continued moving, rolling your hips back and forth, despite how tired you were. You still felt pleasure and wanted more.Â
You wanted him inside, burying his cock in you as deep as he could, just how you loved it, but he was making you pay. Only a moment of jealousy and a small, snarky comment about you trimming his hair next time, and doing it better.
He wanted you to prove to him you could do one thing better, instead. Making yourself cum on his cock was never a hard task, but now, all you had was his thigh, over and over, and it didnât matter how many times you came with his skin rubbing against your red, sensitive clit, and his praising and teasing, it was never enough for Suguru.Â
âNow youâre sorry, it only took you, what, four orgasms?âÂ
âPlease, Sugu! Please, I canât-âÂ
You choked, that neediness showing in your voice, in your pleas, hoping he would give in this time. And continued moving, feeling the next orgasm build up in your core, your insides twitching around nothing when you wanted him there.Â
âYou canât, love? Is it too much for your insatiable cunt?â He finally touched you, both hands gripping tight on your waist and thigh, forcing you to stay where you were, his smirk widening when he saw your legs shaking. âIf itâs too much, you donât want my cock, do you?â
It was a trap. A tricky question. It only made you groan in frustration. The sound made Suguru push his leg upwards with quite a strength, pressing his skin against your clit and wet folds.Â
âAnswer me, pretty girl.â
âI wan- Sugu⌠I want your cock, please.âÂ
He smirked again, pressing his leg on you once more, just to feel your wet, hot skin against his. He was pleased to see how he could easily overstimulate you, and the feeling only increased when you felt yourself closer and closer to another painful, but good orgasm.Â
âJust because you asked nicely.â
He moved fast, not wanting you to lose the grip you had on that pleasure. Helping you with his hands on your waist, Suguru shifted your weight from one leg to his lips, his cock, already leaking pre-cum, filled you entirely in one move.Â
Your mouth was open in a slight shock and a wave of pleasure. The same that left Suguru with his eyes closed, and his head leaned back against his chair. None of you would ever get used to that feeling.Â
âFucking heaven, girl. Thatâs how good your pussy feels after cumming so much fâme,â He said every word with that same fierce tone of his, the one that always made you throb, insane for the way he had a hold on you, how he controlled your body without even trying. âItâs all nice and ready for me to feel ya, right?â
âRight.â You agreed, not waiting a second. And, when you moved your hip against him, he snickered.
âNot now, sweet thing. You wanted me inside, Iâm inside,â He said, right hand moving up to touch the single tear that fell down your cheek, his cock twitching inside your wet gummy walls, barely unable to control himself after that. âNow youâre on top, Iâm gonna fuck you on top. Crying or not, you know how I like it.â
âSuguru-â
âTake it.â
ââââââăâ° RYOMEN SUKUNA
âI had enough of your behavior today, my little viper.â
Sukunaâs voice was deep, causing shivers to run down your spine while he pulled his throbbing cock out of you. He was still leaning on top of you, his chest pressed against your back and his left hand in a tight grip on your hair, keeping your body still for him.Â
âMaybe I gave you too much freedom,â He started, whispering into your ear while he pressed his tip on your pussy, teasing you, testing the limits of your neediness. When you tried to move your hips against his, Sukuna smiled. A wide, devilish grin, followed by a low groan when he pushed his cock back inside you, spreading your tight, wet walls around his fat size. âAnd you started acting like an insatiable little whore.â
âNmh- Kuna! Sorry! Iâm sorry!â Your voice was showing signs of your weariness. Your hands desperately looking for something to hold onto when he moved back to fuck you on fours, cock filling you up and hitting your right spots over, and over, and over again.Â
âNow youâre sorry, my suffering?â He asked when his large left hand found its way in between your hair, pulling the strands from the root, arching your back forcefully. âNow itâs too late.â
Your mistake? Tried to rush him while he had Uraume trimming his hair. He loved and hated when you disturbed his rare moments of peace and self-care, always meaning you were going to end up shaking and fucked dumb in his bed. And he had no problem in making you apologize for not being able to control your own hormones.Â
In such an almost sweet way, manhandling you to any and every position he wanted, just to see how many times he could make you cum. And how many did he have now? You couldnât remember anymore. Not when your eyes rolled back each time his hips slapped against yours and his tip kissed your cervix over, and over, and over, and over... His hands keep you in your place, holding your waist and hair.Â
And looking at how you were trying to hold on the sheets, increasing his rough movements until your hands were falling by your sides, turning you into a moaning wet mess when you were so close to yet another orgasm. âYouâre not trying to run away, are you?â
âF-Fuck! N-no, Ryo! Mânot! I swe-earâŚâ
âLiar.â He groaned when suddenly pushed back, making your cunt clench around nothing, missing him there. âYou know I donât like when you run.â
Sukuna held you, your body light as a feather, while he switched positions. In seconds, he had you laid in bed, your back hit the mattress as his body moved above yours, both hands pressing the back of your knees until he put you in an unholy mating press. His weight entirely over yours and pounding harshly against your poor cunt at once, your scream muffled against his mouth when he kissed you.Â
âThatâs right, youâll stay fucking quiet and take it,â Ryomen said, both hands pressing you more and more open for him, your sweet scent filling his nostrils, making his smirk grow. âThatâs why youâre acting like a damn brat today? Got your hormones making you crazy?â
Of course, he knew, he had to know. The signs were there from the start, and made the man push himself harder and harder against your reddish puffy cunt, mixing your juices with his pre-cum.Â
âMhm- Fuck, fuck, Kuna, please!â You choked out, eyes glistening with tears of pleasure and slight overstimulation. The sight triggered that same deep need in him, a low growl leaving his mouth with his deep grunts when he started pouncing harder. Deeper. So good. Forcing his way into your cunt when you opened your legs even more for him, drunk in the pleasure of being folded by the king.Â
And the tears came, falling down your cheeks as he continued, unable to stop his movements against you. The sight of your tear-stained face only taking away the last grip of his sanity. His right hand moving to feel your neck and pressing the sides, controlling your breath lightly and your blood pressure there, the feeling of your vision getting even more blurred, only seeing the brutish smile on his face and his red eyes rolling back as you both came together.Â
âGood- Fucking- pussy, my queen,â Sukuna breathed out, looking down to see the beads of cum escaping when his movements loosened slightly. âAll filled up, that must ease that behavior of yours and give me a strong heir, a boy, hm?!â
ââââââăâ° KAMO CHOSO
Choso wasnât a man to have haircuts often. He always loved the length of his dark strands, and, most importantly, you loved it. So when he said he would go out with his brother, you didnât expect to see how gorgeous he was when he came back home. He had trimmed only one inch or two, but they styled his hair differently than he usually did.Â
His hair length showed more while the strands fell on his shoulders, his appearance strangely clean, but so pretty and so hot too. It made you melt in a way you werenât expecting, those hormones of yours messing with your inner neediness and your usual desire for the man only growing.Â
He couldnât take his eyes off you when you were like that, both hands keeping your knees apart while your pussy was milking his cock, the girth twitching inside you, his hips moving back and forth painfully slow and his eyes glued to the luscious vision with each movement he made against you.Â
âAlways feel so good like this.â His voice is low, not hiding the necessity within. Choso was edging himself in you, always slowing down his movements when he was about to cum. It was a good fucking torture you taught him.Â
âYou promised youâd cum with me this time, Cho,â your voice was low, almost in a coaxing tone, or trying.Â
âI know, I know,â He whispers back, leaning his body against yours as he continues with that same pace. His body is shivering above yours, his panting and grunts louder. He couldnât control himself anymore, but he tried, taking both of you to that sweet overstimulation. âI jusâ need more of you, my love. Just⌠More.â
The last word comes with a deep thrust, making your body jolt and that same ragged moan leaves his mouth. And it doesnât take long for Choso to regain his pace again, faster, harder, pounding down on you like a mad man. Both arms caging you in bed while his hips moved harshly.Â
âFuck, fuck, Choso!â
âI know, Iâm gonna cum too, my love.â He didnât need to say much, the pleasure took control of both of you, your mouth opening while your moans were running out freely. Sweet words and his name repeating over and over each time thighs slammed against yours. âIâm gonna cum this time, I promise- With you-â
He closed his eyes when a shudder burned up on his skin to his neck, both hands reaching for your face, cupping your cheeks and bringing you close, kissing your lips so furiously, keeping you pinned down for him.Â
Choso was desperate, moaning sweet little promises with his weak and drained voice while his veiny, leaking cock throbbed inside you. Your moans turning one when you came for him, again, your poor cunt tightening the grip, sucking him deeper, making room for the ropes of white cum that came right after.Â
âFuck! Fuckfuckfuck, take it! Take it all! âS all yours, my love.âÂ
You were seeing stars behind your eyes before you looked at the raven haired man above you. Even after cumming and having your legs shaking around him after bringing you to your eight orgasm, Choso was still keeping unsteady movements of his hips against you.Â
âC-ChoâŚâ You breathed out, hands touching his shoulders marked by your nails. ââS too much already.â
âIâm sorry, sweetheart. So sorry,â he whispered, kissing your lips and the bridge of your nose softly before he pulled out.Â
He immediately straightened his posture, eyes darting back to your open folds and the cum leaking out. Breathless, Choso moved his hands, middle and ring finger pushing his seed back inside you. His smile only widening when he moved his hand out to see the cum coming back again.Â
âAlready so full, my love?â Her eyes found yours, noticing that same reddish blush across your cheeks. He smiled, hand moving to finger you again, using his cum to lubricate your clit. âCum again, and Iâll give you more.â
ââââââăâ° HIGURUMA HIROMI
âFuck, my love. This pussyâs gonna kill me.â
Hiromi couldnât stop. Not after you took him by surprise, and he did the same to you. It matched so perfectly that he had to fuck you senseless to enjoy the night properly.Â
You were waiting for him to come home while dressed in your favorite nightgown, the lacy fabric hugging your body so perfectly, it made his mouth water as soon as he stepped inside your shared penthouse. His surprise for you? A haircut. With no warning. He just decided he needed it and got it after work.Â
Right in the middle of your fertile period. That damn ovulation that got your pussy soaked the second you laid your eyes on him, and, since then, the man was shoving his aching cock into your wet and already aching pussy. Rubbing his tip against your clit to make you cum whenever you mewled, it was âtoo much, Hiro!â. It was never too much for him.Â
âKnew you were ovulating, I fuckinâ knew it!â He moaned, breathless, between each thrust of his hips against yours. Having you on all fours like he so much loved and seeing your cunt swallowing his girth always made him behave like that.
Releasing his frustrations and exhaustion in you.Â
âYou always know, Hiro! âS so unfair!â You stirred, trying to look at him over your shoulders, until you felt his right hand smacking your ass, the left grabbing your hair from the root, your body curved in front of him.Â
âGotta give my wife what she wants, don'tâ ya think, doll face?â His husky voice filled your ears when he curved his body on top of yours, the right hand circling your body to find your clit again.Â
âHiromi, please!â
âDonât behave now, doll. Youâre gonna cum with me when I fill you, alright?â
Your nods became desperate when he started moving his middle and ring finger in circles and pressuring your clit, the feeling of your nerves being stimulated again, along with the deep thrusts hitting all those sweet spots inside, were making your eyes roll.Â
Hiromi kept his pace, so eager and so rough, taking all of his goddamn stress into you, cock buried deep in your heat, your juices making way for him to slide in and out with a ravishing sound echoing around you two.Â
âH-Higu- Fuck, love! âM gonna cum!âÂ
âAll for me, love. Come on, for me,â He whispers into your ear.Â
His movements never slow down, his hips slamming against yours, balls deep edging your clit along with his fingers. It was so damn much, and yet you couldnât stop, giving him another orgasm, hitting you like a furious tidal wave when the squirt got him all wet, the sounds echoing sloppier when he moaned louder.Â
âFucking good girl, doll. Such a dirty lilâ princess for me,â Hiromi purred, his forehead leaned on your shoulder while he seemed to try and compose himself. Even with how hard his length was pulsing against your walls. âRemember I love you, âkay?â
His murmurs made you open your eyes, trying to understand him. âW-What? Hiro-â
Your voice got stuck in your throat when he stood straight, both hands pulling your wrists to your back and keeping you like that. His pounding got harder, harsher. Hiromi had his eyes closed while he let go of his senses and fucked you. With all the letters, fucked. Hips moving mercilessly against you, your throat sore with your moans, but unable to keep silent whenever he was feral like that, unable to stop.
âIâm gonna fill you, love. Can I? Please, please, I need- I have to!â His words barely made any sense, as if you could even get your own senses to answer him when he had you like that. âFeels so right, âm gonna fill you with all of it, love. And youâre gonna gimme a baby, right? A girl, our girl, Iâm gonna love you both so much, darling, fuck!â
Hiromiâs body shivered while he painted your tight walls with his seed, cumming deep with the tip kissing your cervix, twitching with his white shots filling you to the brim. The lawyer leaned closer again, kissing your back and shoulders, feeling you stir underneath his body. âDonât waste it. Make sure itâll catch this time.â
ââââââăâ° KONG SHIU
Shiu felt his body jolting with pleasure, your tongue circling his tip, making it difficult for him not to moan loud, and louder, with each stroke. Seeing you kneeling in front of him with his cock in your mouth always made the man quiver, a glimpse of that deep lust in his eyes.Â
âThatâs my girl, so dirty for your man, hm?!â He smirked, right hand caressing your cheek before going up to your hair, gripping tight around his fist to control your pace. âMaking me lose control here, darling.â
âAre you? So fast?â You teased, rolling your tongue around his length again, sliding it into your mouth and intensifying your movements, sucking and controlling your breath and gag reflex. Shiuâs cock touched the back of your throat, and your moans against his mouth made him moan loud again, looking down and slapping your cheeks softly to make you open your eyes.Â
âFuck, darling. Keep going like this, and Iâm gonna cum fast,â his voice was low, pulling his hips back to give you a moment to breathe. Your hands kept steady movements, never stopping praising him.
âBefore me?â Your voice had that same teasing tone again, making him chuckle.Â
âYou know I wonât stop soon, doesnât matter if you make me cum now,â he replied, caressing your hair, digging his fingers in until he had your strands in a ponytail on his hand. âIâm gonna fill your mouth, and once I make you cum enough, Iâm gonna fill your insatiable pussy, alright?â
âEnough?â He narrows his eyes when you ask, touching your chin, silently asking you to open your mouth.Â
âYes, enough. Two, three, four times⌠Iâll decide.âÂ
With that, he has your tongue out and slides into your mouth again, letting you suck his aching dick like you so much wanted in that hungry, needy, hormonal mess you were. Shiu didnât dare to fuck your throat his time, only sitting still while you kept your movements.Â
Often licking down to his full, heavy balls while stroking his wet girth, making the man moan and smile, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, not wanting to lose a single sight of you worshiping him with such desire.Â
âMy girl- Fuck!â His hands move back to your head when you start moving faster, so eagerly, praising him. Shiuâs grip on your hair tightens, but not to stop you, only drowning more into that pleasure that makes him stutter and grunt for you. âNgh, fuuuuck! âM gonna cum, darling. Fuck, fucking good mouth for me!âÂ
Shiu stops, relaxing on the couch and pulsing in your mouth, filling every space with thick ropes of his hot cum, the taste strangely sweet, making you swallow every drop and lick him entirely to finish. âEvery month this side of you gets me insane, little love.â
âYou know how much I need you, Shiu.â Your voice is hoarse from the slight burning feeling in the back of your throat.Â
âYeah? Gotta prove that to me, sweet thing.â He whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips with a deep need to feel you closer. His hands reached for your waist, pulling you up to his lap, letting you adjust your legs on either side of his body. Hands already reaching for the middle of your thighs, feeling your slick folds with his fingers. âSucking my cock gets you so wet?â
âMhm⌠Pleasing you makes me feel good.â Your lips form a small smirk while your hands reach for his shoulders. He keeps stroking himself, looking down to see your juices getting him even more wet before he can slide in, both moaning against each otherâs mouth.Â
âOh, I can feel it, sweet girl,â He smiled, hands moving up to pull you closer. His hips moving with yours, opening you around his length, both twitching deliciously. âPlease me a little more, will ya? Ride your man. Iâll fuck you good once you cum again.â
ââââââăâ° KUSAKABE ATSUYA
Bruises.Â
Your body was covered in them at this point.Â
Love bites, hickeys, and the perfect shape of his hands marking your ass. Kusakabe loved to see every little mark he put on you. It satisfied him deeply to see how eager you got every time his lips touched your skin. How wet you were always after. And he loved going down, kissing and biting your thighs and the sensitive skin until he had his mouth on your wet slit.
His tongue was moving in circles and eight, up and down around your sweet little and sensitive spot, making you squirm and moan just for him. His eyes were close, his hands moving on your nipples so softly, teasing the skin and pinching them just to feel you jolt and groan.Â
âMgh- Fuck, Suya!â Your voice was low, hands tied with his belt above your head, keeping you in place. A low growl escaped when you tried to move aside, his fingers twitching your nipples again, making your needy moan sound louder. âAtsuya! Fuck, Iâm- Iâm gonna cum!â
Your legs were shaking, moving aside to spread more for him while he reached for your high, gripping your nipples with the same greed feeling consuming him, knowing that those heavenly sounds of yours were about to get louder. Needier.Â
And it did.Â
You came on his tongue again, body shaking in your bed while he still moved his tongue, now down to your wet, velvety folds to fuck his tongue into you, tasting you so shamelessly and opening his eyes to watch you. Meeting the hunger in his eyes, you knew that the night was far from over.Â
âWhy were you trying to move?â He asked, moving closer to you, towering over your body and spreading your legs to accommodate him.Â
âI wasnât, Suya. I canât control it.âÂ
âYou canât? My love⌠Iâve fucked you enough to know,â his voice lowers a few tones, his soft grunt increasing when he brushes his tip on your pussy, lubricating himself with your juices and feeling how you clench around nothing, out of expectancy to feel him inside. âI could leave you like this, right now.â
âNo! No, please,â your pleading fills his ear, making his smirk grow wider, way too satisfied with how desperate you get with just the threat of it. It makes his erection almost hurt, wanting to be inside for once.Â
âAsk for it like the good girl you are, then.â
âAtsuyaâŚâ
âDonât get all shy on me now, princess.â His body moves slightly, left hand holding his weight beside your head, on the mattress.Â
ââM not! I swear.â
âThen youâre just being difficult, huh?â
His statement makes you stutter, unable to answer. And the feeling that comes after is almost blissful, when he finally fills you with his girth, opening your wet, tight folds at once. Kusakabe groans in your ear, his knees holding his weight when he moves up, hands now holding your waist and moving harshly, fast, painfully rough. And you loved it.Â
âIâll fuck this attitude out of you, princess. Like I always do.â Itâs a promise, you can almost see it in his eyes, the way he fucks himself inside of you, over and over, making your body bounce for him, increasing the sloppy sounds around you two.Â
âAw, baby! âCanât! I canât, Suya.â
âCanât? But you will, for me.â He nods while speaking, making you nod with him. âThatâs right. Gotta fill this hungry cunt so you can learn to behave.â
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My Girl (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)
A/N: Hey guys!! So sorry this took so long. Here is the secret relationship/breeding kink fic. I honestly really like this one...and I hope you guys do too. Was listening to "Juna" by Clairo while writing it, but went with "My Girl" for the title. ENJOY!
Summary: You and Logan have been in a secret relationship for months, but everything comes to a head when a new mutant visits the Institute, and won't leave you alone...Logan shows him, and you, who your man is.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!!! Thigh riding, Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), breeding kink, praise kink, possessive!Logan, jealous!Logan, unspecified/implied!Age Gap, established relationship, creepy!OC who hits on reader and doesn't lay off, minor violence, afab!/fem!reader, fluff/feelings, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it?
Word Count: 5,313 this is why it took so long also, smut right under the cut...
You remember the first time he fucked you, vividly.Â
It was late at night, after a mission. You almost died in his arms. And that was what broke that thing inside him, the burden of time that he carries, that deep-seated pain that made it justifiable to stay away from you. He had held back for so longâhad done his all to resist falling for you. He was screwed from the beginning, and he knew that. But he had become so terrified at the thought of losing you that he hadnât realized it could happen all the same if he stayed awayâif he forced himself to remain a friend.Â
So, when he fucked you that first time, that first night, he fucked you like itâd be the lastâthe only time.Â
âGoddammit, so fucking perfect,â he mumbled, his lips bruising yours, shoving himself deep insideâas deep as you could take him. âNeeded you this whole time. Canât live without you.â
âLogan,â you whined, his hips snapping against yours. âD-donât stop, please.â âNever gonna stop, pretty girl,â he promised. âCanât go back. Canât be anywhere but here.â
For months now, youâve been togetherâbut nobody knows. Thereâs no doubt about commitmentânothing casual about the relationship in the slightest. You start and end every day in Loganâs bed. Youâve talked about running off together, getting married, and settling down. For the first time in his long life, Logan sees a future where heâs happyâgenuinely happy.Â
The sun peaks through the curtains. You curl yourself into Loganâs chest. His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you tight against him, even in his sleep. You listen to his breathing as the fall breeze creeps through the open window. Everything is calm and quiet in the morning, when everyone is still tucked away in their bedrooms, sound asleep.Â
Logan groans, tugging you closer to him, nuzzling his face into your neck. âGo back to sleep.â His voice is heavy, laden with exhaustion. âToo early.â He kisses the spot just under your ear, and you moan involuntarily, feeling extra sensitive in the haze of the morning. He smiles softly against your neck, and kisses you again, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan louder this time, intertwining your legs with Loganâs. âLove those pretty little noises you make.â
âFeels good,â you murmur, his thigh slotting between your legs, pressing against your core. You canât help but grind down on his thigh, rocking your hips back and forth. âNeed you, Lo,â you beg.Â
âYouâre gonna ruin me,â Logan husks, his palms warm against your bare skin as he slips underneath your shirtâwhich is really his.Â
Heâs slow in the morning, pressing soft kisses on your bare shoulders, letting his touch linger longer than normal. He likes the peace of it allâwaking up to each other, smelling you next to him, feeling the other side of his bed warm and full of you. When he fucks you, early like this, he takes his time.Â
His fingertips trace the curves of your stomach, falling into your dips, gripping your flesh. Logan breathes you in, his lips softly melting into yours. âStill too early?â You mumble between soft, lazy kisses.Â
âNever too early to want you,â Logan husks, dragging his thigh against your core again. âAlways need you.â You can feel his erection through his boxers. âGonna take care of my girl. Gonna make youââ
Thereâs a knock at the door. âLogan?â Itâs Scottâs voice on the other side. He knocks again. âLogan, you in there?â
Logan tries to ignore him, his fingertips dragging down your sides, bumping into the hem of your panties as he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down the hollow of your throat. You let out a breathy moan as Logan bites down on your pulse point. He smiles under your jaw at the soft sound, content that you canât hold back.Â
âLogan,â you whisper, running your hands up his arms, to his shoulders, your fingertips finding the nape of his neck. âHeâs not gonna stop.â
Sure enough, Scott knocks again. âLogan, I know youâre in there,â he calls, banging on the door now. âWake up. We have some tech guy on his way.âÂ
Logan groans into your neck. âWhy do you need me, Summers?â Logan licks your collarbone teasingly, hiking your t-shirt farther up your body.Â
âHeâsâŚa mutant,â Scott explains. âHe can speak with machines, computers, codeâyou name it, he can do it. Heâs gonna fix some stuff around the mansion. Charles asked me to make sure youâre awake just in caseâŚâ Scott trails off.
Logan finishes Scottâs sentence. âIn case everything goes to shit?âÂ
âI wasnât going to say that,â Scott huffs, likely shaking his head on the other side of the door. âBut yes. In case things donât go as planned. Iâm also looking forâ"
But Logan cuts Scott off, saying your name for him.Â
âYeah, I canât find her. Do you know where she mightââ
âOn a run,â Logan chimes in, and you suppress your laughter by pressing your face into his chest. âSheâll be back soon.â Loganâs arms wrap around your back, holding you against him.Â
âAlright,â Scott says, shuffling, slowly stepping away from the door. âIf you see her, let her know whatâs going on, okay?â
âTrust me bub,â Logan husks, his fingers digging into your flesh, tickling you. âIâll make sure she knows.âÂ
Scott mumbles something unintelligible as he walks down the hallway, his footsteps echoing as he disappears down the stairs.Â
Loganâs lips are attached to your neck again, sucking playfully. âWhere were we?â He teases, his nails grazing down your back. His palms settle on your ass, squeezing your flesh tightly in his hands.Â
You moan, your chest flush with his. âLogan,â you whine. âWe need to get up,â you insist, your hands pushing against Loganâs broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscular biceps. âCanât stay in bed anymore.â
Logan grunts, his thigh still nudged between your legs, rocking into your core. You want him, and itâs tempting to let him take you right here, right now. But you canât. And he knows it. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and pulls you tightly into his chest. âLater,â he promises, his lips finding the shell of your ear. You smile at the thought. There was always a later with Logan.
You snuck out of Loganâs room, unnoticed, as always. It was still earlyâtoo early for the ruckus of a morning at the mansion to begin. You got ready for the day and slipped downstairs. Youâre still shocked at just how oblivious the rest of the team is. Truly, no one knows about you and Logan.Â
Youâre in the kitchen now, nursing a cup of coffee, waiting for the day to start. Familiar, heavy footsteps approach, and you smile before you can even see his face.Â
âHi pretty girl,â Logan coos, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your front. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his chest and the strength of his heartbeat. He presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and walks over to the coffee pot.Â
Scott enters the kitchen as Logan takes his first sip of coffeeâone second earlier and he would have seen Logan holding you. âThe guy is here,â Scott announces from the doorway. He looks at you and smiles. âOh! Hey! How was your run?â He asks cheerfully.Â
You almost spit out your coffee, remembering what you were actually doing this morning. âGreat!â You say, doing your all to hold back your laughter. âSurprisingly relaxing.â Logan snorts and plays it off like heâs sniffling.
Scott smiles, none the wiser, and nods, cocking his head towards the hallway just outside the kitchen. âCome meet the tech guy!â He backs out of the doorway and into the hallway. Logan settles his coffee cupâwhich reads #1 Professorânext to yours on the counter and gives your waist a quick squeeze as you hop out of the chair. You walk shoulder to shoulder into the foyer. All the signs of your relationship are thereâout in the openâand yet, still, no one seems to catch them.
You step into the foyer, and thereâs Scott and the Professor by the front door, chatting with a younger manâwhoâs about your age. The manâs eyes find yours, and he smiles softly. âHi there!â He calls, waving. âIâm Mark!â He strides away from Scott and the Professor and towards you. âBut you can call me Techno.â He smirks and winks, extending his hand out, waiting for you to take it.
Logan grabs his hand instead, gripping it tightly, catching Mark off guard. âWolverine,â Logan growls. âAnd you canât call me Logan,â he adds, gritting his teeth. âSo, you turn on computers, bub?âÂ
Mark grimaces, wrenching his hand from Loganâs grasp. âA little more than that,â he asserts, closing his eyes and bawling his fists. You look up as the lights flicker, and televisions turn on and off. Your cell phone rings in your pocket, and you pull it out. The screen reads:Â Incoming Call from Mark.
Your lips part. âHow did youâŚâ You trail off.Â
Mark shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. âMy powers essentially let me communicate with electricity and tech,â he explains. You can practically hear Logan seething beside you.Â
âA technopath,â Charles offers as he rolls over to join the three of you with Scott in tow.Â
âExactly,â Mark says, nodding to Charles. âMakes it easy to put my number into pretty girlsâ phones.â Mark winks at you, and you press your lips into a straight line in response.Â
You shake your head. âIâm not interââ
Youâre cut off by the sound of Loganâs claws unsheathing. âThese,â Logan pauses, lifting his claws to Mark. âMake it real easy to hurt creeps who put their numbers into girlsâ phones without asking first, bub.âÂ
Mark rolls his eyes, and the corners of your lips twitch up. You try to force down your smile, try to slow the rhythm of your heart. You secretly liked when Logan got possessive over you. He was inherently protective, and youâd be lying if you said it didnât turn you on just a little.Â
âLetâs stay on course,â Charles reprimands, guiding Mark to the hallway to the left with a wave of his hand. âLet me show you some of the machines Iâd like you to work on.â
âIt would be my pleasure, Professor Xavier,â Mark says harshly, his eyes locked on Logan as he backs away to follow Charles and Scott.
Logan lowers all but his center claw, giving Mark the middle finger as he turns around. âDonât mind Logan,â Scott says as they disappear into a room, the door shutting behind them.
âLogan,â you whisper, now that everyone is gone. âDonât worry,â you assure, bringing a hand to his shoulder.Â
He turns to look at you. âHeâs a fucking creep.â
âItâs going to be fine.â
 It is not going well, or fine.
Mark is something of a nuisance. Heâs only been here for an hour, but he has already created multiple excuses to talk to you, to pull you away from whatever task is at hand.Â
Youâre in the middle of teaching an English class, discussing Mrs. Dalloway with a group of older students. âSo, what are we to make of Clarissa and Sallyâs relationship?â You ask the students, to no avail.Â
This was your hardest class of the dayâespecially given the fact that youâre not even a decade older than most of the students. You had joined the X-Men in your early 20s, your powers having shown themselves a bit later than in most mutants, and only a few years have passed since then. Convincing the students who have been here their whole lives that you deserve to teach has been nothing short of a challenge.Â
So, when Mark butts his head in on your class, annoyance burns through your body. You take a deep breath and swallow down your frustration.Â
âHey!â He chimes, his head poking through the open classroom door. âMind if I take a look at your computer really quick?â
The class perks up, more focused on you than they were just seconds ago. You fake a smile, nodding and pushing yourself off the front of your desk so that he has space to access the computer.Â
He slips behind the desk and smiles widely. âYou didnât have to move,â he remarks. âWouldâve been nice to have you close.â
You want to gag. You turn away from the students, whispering so they canât hear. âListen,â you chide, narrowing your eyes. âI am not interested, so could you pleaseââ
âWhat are you doing in here, asshole?â Loganâs voice echoes against the walls of the classroom. For the first time all year, the class is paying incredibly close attention. âThe Professor told you to check the computers in the lab down the hall.â Logan fully enters the room, striding over to Mark, his hands bawled into fists at his sides. âBeat it, bub.â
âWhatever,â Mark mutters, his head down as he exits the classroom. The bell rings, and the class stands, grabbing their things and filing out the door.Â
You groan. âPlease read the next twenty pages for tomorrow!â You shout over the hubbub and shuffling of students. âI know itâs a challenging novel, but I think you guys canâŚâ The students are gone before you can finish your sentence. âHandle it.âÂ
Logan smiles sympathetically, closing the distance between you and him. His presence is comforting, warm, everything youâve ever needed. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. âSorry,â he apologizes, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. âDidnât mean to make your class harder than it is already.â
You take a deep breath, your annoyance fading away. âYou helped,â you whisper. âMark is the one who ruined things,â you insist. âHe wonât leave me alone.â
Logan chuckles. âYou donât like him?â He teases. âDonât like a guy your own age flirting with you?â Heâs egging you on, trying to joke, but you can tell part of him is a bit serious.Â
You shake your head. âOnly like you.â You press your lips to the hollow of his throat and Logan grunts.Â
He reluctantly pulls away, the palms of his hands dragging down your arms, his fingers intertwining with yours. âGotta get to my class,â he husks, his fingers slipping, tugging longingly as he steps to the door. âMeet me after?â He asks, but he already knows the answer. Youâll be outside his classroom door before the bell rings, waiting for him.
You nod, and he smiles, his hands gripping the doorframe like some invisible magnet is pulling him away, and heâd give anything to spend another second with you. He slips down the hallway, and into his classroom.Â
You spend the next thirty minutes or so grading papers, waiting for the period to end so that you can walk across the hall to Loganâs class. Another few minutes pass, and you start to collect your things, readying yourself to meet Logan. Your heart thumps in your chest at the thought, even after all the months youâve spent together.Â
You grab your bag and head to the door, closing it behind you and locking up. You cross the hall and stand outside Loganâs door. Heâs teaching a younger group of kidsâten to eleven-year-olds. You would trade places with him in a heartbeat if you could. The younger students loved you. There was no question of respect, no doubt of your power. But Logan was given the class as a challengeâCharles wanted to test his patience.Â
And, honestly, seeing him with the children did something to you. You loved watching the way he doted on them, carefully explaining material in a way theyâd understand. He was an excellent teacher, and one day, youâre sure, heâd make an even better father. You find yourself falling into fantasy: Logan, late at night, a babyâyour babyâon his chest. You can see it nowâhim changing a diaper, teaching the child to walk. Your heart squeezes in your chest, your eyes falling closed as you daydream about the futureâyour future together.Â
Youâre so distracted that you donât hear Mark walk up to youâdonât feel his hand grab your shoulder.
You yelp and jump. âOh my god,â you mumble, turning around and coming face to face with him.Â
âDidnât mean to scare you,â he says, his hand lingering for far too long on your shoulder. He finally peels away, his arms falling to his sides. He leans against the wall, trying to appear casual and cool. âWhat are you doing tonight?â
The bell rings before you can think of a polite way to shoo Mark away, and the students exit Loganâs classroom, happily shouting greetings in your direction. You stood outside Loganâs door every day, and the students were always excited to see you.
A few of them run up to hug you, complaining about Loganâs gruffness. When they hear Loganâs footsteps approaching the door, they bolt down the hallway, their laughter booming against the walls.Â
Logan steps out into the hall, and he groans audibly when he sees Mark next to you. But Mark ignores Logan, his eyes trained on yours. âGot plans?â He asks again.Â
You roll your eyes. âDude, Iâm not interested!â You groan, too irritated to pretend to be nice. Mark smirks and parts his lips, ready to persist like the creep he is.
Logan steps in front of you, his claws already out. âListen, bub,â he growls, his claws just inches from Markâs chest. âIf you donât fuck off and stop harassing my girl, weâre gonna have a problem.â
Mark scoffs. âMy girl? What are you, her father? You canât possibly be dating her.â
You can see the anger in Loganâs eyes, the honest rage. âLo,â you soothe. âDonât do it.â But you know itâs too late. His decision is already made.
Logan shoves Mark against the wall, his claws pressed against his throat. âIâm her fucking boyfriend, bub,â he grunts as Mark squirms helplessly under his hold.Â
âOh, her boyfriend?â He teases, despite the fear in his eyes. âArenât you too old to be a boyfriend?â
Logan shoves him harder into the wall, and Mark yelps pathetically, like a small dog. âMore serious than that,â Logan asserts. âGuessing you wouldnât know anything about that though, would you?âÂ
âAlright, break it up!â Scottâs voice echoes from down the hall. He runs over, Jean and the Professor by his side. Rogue and Gambit follow close behind. But Logan doesnât budge, the tips of his claws almost digging hard enough to draw blood.Â
You bring your hand to Loganâs shoulder. âHe isnât gonna hurt me,â you whisper to Logan. âI could handle him easily if he tried.â You slide your hand to the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him, to relax him. âNothingâs going to happen, okay?âÂ
Logan retracts his claws and lets go of Mark, who stutters away from Logan and into the center of the hallway. âIâm getting the fuck out of here!â Mark shouts, but Logan doesnât react. He simply intertwines his fingers with yours.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, his thumb brushing circles into the side of your hand.Â
You arch a brow. âAre you okay?â You smile and lean into him.Â
âSoâŚâ Scott trails off, interrupting. âYou two areâŚâ
âTogether.â You finish his sentence, your eyes still on Loganâs. You can feel the tension in his shoulders stretch down to his hand. Heâs rigid, still on edge. You know he needs to get out of here, needs to be alone with you.Â
âHow long has this been going on?â Scott asks, genuinely caught off guard. âDid anyone know about this?âÂ
You turn to the team to see heads shaking side to sideâsave for the Professor. âI did, of course,â Charles confesses. âBut I felt it was best left a secret until the two lovebirds decided otherwise.â
Rogue shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching up. âI canât believe you never told me!âÂ
âTold you what?â Jubilee calls from down the hall, approaching the group. She blows a bubble as she stands next to Rogue, her eyes trailing down to where your and Loganâs hands connect. Her eyes widen and her bubble bursts. âNo way!â She cheers, jumping up and down.Â
âSettle down,â Charles laughs, extending his hand down the hall to where Mark was just moments ago. âScott, make sure our technopath friend makes it out the door alive.â Scott nods and heads down the hall. Charles turns to you and Logan. âAs for the two of you,â he pauses, winking. âWeâll discuss more at a later point.â
You smile in understanding, and Logan squeezes your handâanother sign itâs time to go. Heâs still worked up about Mark; he needs to get this out of his system, needs to relieve all the built-up tension.Â
âGot something I need to take care of,â Logan says to the group, tugging you down the hallway. Â
He strides through the mansion, practically yanking your arm out of your socket. âLogan,â you whisper, trying to catch his attention. Youâve never seen him like thisârage and jealousy like fire in his eyes, dripping from his pores. He leads you up the stairs and towards his bedroom, and it suddenly dawns on you what exactly he needs to take care of.Â
Logan pushes the door open and slams it closed the second youâre inside. His hands are immediately on you, grabbing at the pillowy flesh of your ass, pinning you to the door. His lips find yoursâhungry and rough, the wiry hairs of his beard scratching your face. He tastes you, his tongue seeking more of you as it swipes across your lower lip. You open your mouth, inviting him in, your tongue tangling with his.
Logan hoists you up without breaking the kiss, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his erection straining inside his jeans, pressing against your heat. He grinds into you as one hand slips under your top and drags up your back, holding you tightly against him.Â
âNeed you,â he mumbles against your lips. âAlways fucking need you.â He tears you away from the door and towards the bed. He throws you onto the mattress and climbs over you, slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. âTell me you need me, pretty girl.â
âN-need you,â you stutter as he settles on top of you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.Â
âIâm not too old for you?â Logan teases, one of his hands loosening its grasp on your arm and trailing down your body, settling on the hem of your shirt. âYou donât wanna be with anyone else?â He hikes up your top, pushing it above your breasts.Â
You can feel the heat pooling between your legs. âNo,â you whine, arching your back as his fingertips play with the bottom of your bra. âOnly wanna be with you,â you breathe as Logan slowly, teasingly pulls your bra up. âPlease,â you beg, spreading your legs wider. âWant you to fuck me.âÂ
Logan smirks, finally tugging your bra and top over your head and casting them to the floor. âGonna take care of you, sweetheart,â Logan soothes, palming your breasts with his free hand, rolling your nipples under his thumb.Â
âFuck,â you moan as he pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.Â
Logan hums, his fingertips trailing across the valley of your breasts, doing the same on the other side. Logan pinches harder, and you moan louder this time. âThatâs it,â he coos, his lips finding your pulse point, sucking roughly. âDonât be quiet, darlinâ,â he demands. You whisper his name, your voice whiny and needy. âShow me how much you need me. Keep making those pretty little noises, baby.â
âFeels good,â you whimper as his hand traces down your stomach, to your hips, gathering the fabric of your skirt in his fist and yanking it up to your waist.
He chuckles darkly. âYou wore this just for me?â He asks, his thumb hooking inside the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. âWanted to make it easier for me to fuck you?â
âFuck, yes, just for you,â you pant, watching as Logan lifts himself off you, tugging his t-shirt up and over his head. He dexterously unclasps his belt buckle and throws the leather to the floor. He balances on his forearm as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers. âIâm all yours, Lo,â you promise as he presses his forehead to yours.
Loganâs hand glides down your side, slipping between your legs and finding your folds. You moan as his fingertips prod at your entrance, spreading your slick. âFuck, all this is for me?â He pinches your clit before swiping through your folds again. âYouâre soaked already, princess.â His fingertips brush your clit, tracing achingly slow circles into the bud.Â
You rock your hips against Loganâs touch, searching for more friction. âLogan, need you,â you whine, squirming underneath him. âIâm yours.â
âAll mine?â He whispers, his touch suddenly disappearing. You groan at the loss of contact. âSay it again, pretty girl,â he demands, guiding his cock to your folds.Â
âAll yours,â you answer, trying to move your hips lower to feel just an inch of him. âPlease justââ
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slams into you, down to the hilt with one thrust. He throbs against your walls as he works you open, his hips still, his cock splitting you in two. âFuck,â Logan grunts. âSo fucking tight. Perfect little pussy. Wanna stay right here forever. Maybe I wonât even fuck you. Maybe Iâll just make you sit on my cock.â
But you need him to move, need him to take you. âLogan, f-fuck me,â you choke, trying to move your hips. His hand grips your waist, stopping you from sliding up his length. âPlease, move,â you plead.Â
âSo impatient,â he chides, kissing you bruisingly, biting your lips. He finally pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out again. His hand slides down your waist and slips between your legs. âYou gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you the way I want?âÂ
His hand is just above your clit, inches away from where you need him most, waiting for your answer. You nod emphatically. âYes,â you say with pleading eyes. âAnything. You can do anything just pleaseâoh fuck!â Logan pinches your clit and starts his machinations, swirling around the bud. He pulls out and pumps back in, setting a ruthless pace.Â
His hips snap against yours, taking all of you with reckless abandon. His lips swallow your moans, consuming you, drinking you in. Of all the times heâs fucked you, itâs never been quite like this. Thereâs a hunger in Loganâs eyes that youâve never seen before, an undying need youâre not sure can be satisfied. Something feels different about this timeâmore intense, fervent, and feverish.Â
Logan thrusts in and out of you, bottoming out with every pump, still stretching you out. His fingertips stroke your clit roughly, your walls already fluttering around him. He curses under his breath, his chest heaving against yours.Â
âLook at you,â he groans, fucking into you. âSo beautiful like this. Always so beautiful.â You can feel his cock twitching inside you. âWanna make you mine, sweetheart.â
âI-I already am,â you stammer, his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles into your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. âAlways gonna be yours.â
âWant more than that,â Logan grunts, his hips rocking, his pace quickening. Heâs so deep inside youâhitting exactly where you need him most with every thrust.Â
âWhatever you want,â you pant, your chest pressing flush to his. âItâs yours. Iâm yours.â
âYeah?â He growls at the shell of your ear. âYou gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me stuff you full of me?â
âYes, please,â you cry out as he pumps in and out, shoving himself as deep inside as he can possibly fit. You feel so full, so complete. Nothing compares to having Logan this close, to having him be so connected to you. Youâre already coming undone underneath him, falling apart. âWant you to stay inside.â And then the words fall from your lips without a second thought. But you mean it, and you want it more than anythingâŚ
âWanna have your baby, Lo.â
Logan groans at your words, his cock throbbing with need. âFuck, donât tease me like that, sweetheart.âÂ
âN-not teasing,â you stammer. âI mean it.â
âShit,â Logan growls, his skin slapping against yours, your words spurring him on. Heâs letting himself go, letting himself plunge deep inside you, fast and hard. âSuch a good girl,â he praises, his length dragging against your walls, pushing deeper still. âYou gonna let me fuck a baby into you?â
âYes!â You cry out, the fire burning in your belly spreading up to your spine, coursing through your veins. Your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tightly.
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â Logan coos, rutting into you, his hips stuttering. âWant you forever.â
You throw your head back as his fingers swirl around your clit. âYou have me Lo, always gonna have me.â Your walls clench down around him, and the tension snaps. Electricity shoots up your spine as your orgasm crashes into you. Itâs intenseâmore intense than anything youâve ever felt. Pleasure washes over you in waves, heat blooming across your chest and up your neck.
Logan is right behind you, whispering a string of praises as he finishes inside you. âDid so fucking good for me. Always so perfect, beautiful.â His thrusts slow until heâs still inside you, but he doesnât pull out. âDonât wanna move, princess,â he husks, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.Â
âYou donât have to,â you say, your voice hoarse. Logan rolls you onto your side, hoisting your leg up and over his hip, keeping himself deep inside your cunt. You close your eyes, your heartbeat finally steadying, your chest still heaving in time with Loganâs.Â
The silence is comfortable, calming. You listen to Loganâs breathing as he runs his hands up and down your back. âYou okay?â He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.Â
You hum. âIâm perfect,â you mumble, burying your face into his chest. âDo you reallyâŚâ You trail off, suddenly nervous to ask the only question on your mind, despite everything that just happened.Â
âYes,â Logan answers immediately. âI meant it. Wanna be a family. Wanna be with you forever.â
You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You can feel his cock growing hard inside you as you move to get more comfortable. âI want that too, Lo,â you sigh. âMore than anything.â You smile against him, thinking about your future, thinking about how all this started because some asshole wouldnât leave you alone. You canât help but giggle at the thought.
âWhatâs so funny?â Logan asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice.Â
You look up at him. âYouâre crazy, you know that?â You joke, your smile widening. âYou couldâve hurt that guy.â
Loganâs smile widens too. âJust crazy about you,â he says, shrugging his shoulders. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his cock still deep inside you. âShouldâve kicked his ass.â You bite your lip, waiting for his next move. âYouâre my girl,â he groans, sliding out of you slightly.Â
âYours,â you breathe as he thrusts back in. âAll yours.â
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cw: 18+, smut, sex (p in v), cream pie, bed breaking sex (literally), based off a post in a Reddit thread
âToru, ngh, please, pleaseââ
âPlease what, sweets? Youâre going to have to use your words if you want something,â Satoruâs hips roll into you at an agonizingly slow pace, every thrust made you cling to him harder, your nails digging into his back.
âPlease, harder, i need to go harderââ
âHeh, so greedy, my girlâs a needy one isnât she?â And you know heâs not talking about you but your cunt, your dripping wet entrance currently filled up by his dick at the moment, âbut I canât refuse my Princess when you asked so sweetly, can I?â
And he begins to rut into you, fucking you into the mattress as you body wrapped around his for dear life. Fuck, he was so long, the curve of his length reaching every spot that had you nearly seeing white.
âStill sâfucking tight for me, huh?â Your bed frame begins to creak underneath you, as he rails into you, thick cock fucking you open, as the frame rattles against your floor, âthatâs it, fuck, sâ perfect for me, good girl,â
And the praise sends a ripple of pleasure up your spine, as his tip begins to hit your cervix, âToru, sâbig, ngh,â and that only seems to make him grow bigger inside you, your warm heat pulling him in deeper. He fucks you even harder, the sounds of skin slapping together ringing in your ears.
He leans back to see where your bodies meet, âTaking me so well, like you were made for me, pretty, hah,â grunts escape his lips, ânever gonna let you go, Princess. This pussy, these noises, you â all just for me,â
You moan, nodding, âjust for you, Toru. Only ever for you,â and that makes him pull out to the tip only to thrust back in hard.
âŚmaybe a little too hard.
SNAP!
You yelp and he grunts as the bed frame under you both breaks to bits, mattress still in tact as you hold onto him. And you both stare at each other for a moment, a small giggle overcome by the look in his eyes â want.
He pulls out of you, a small whimper at his absence, and heâs yanking the mattress off the wreckage that was formerly your bed frame.
Heâs back on top of you in a moment, sinking into you with one thrust, continuing to fuck you hard and fast.
Fuck, that was so fucking hot. Youâre close, you can feel the coil of heat in your stomach grow tighter as your hips meet every rough thrust he gives.
âToru, âm closeââ and his fingers reach between your bodies to rub at your clit.
âCum fâme, cum on my cock, sweetheart,â and you do, walls squeezing his cock, as he fucks you through your orgasm, the creak of the floorboards making you wonder if heâll fuck you through the floor too. Your toes curl, as you drench his cock with your juices and itâs too much for him
His hips begin to stutter, a low moan leaving his lips, âIâmââ
âCum inside me, Toru,â and he groans your name, before cumming, warm, thick seed spilling inside you, the sloppy thrusts growing louder as he fucked it deeper inside. And finally he stills, lying beside you, as he eases his cock from inside you, a soft moan at the sight of his seed spilling from your cunt.
Pants fill the silence of the room, eyes shut, until both of your gazes flutter open to glance at the broken bed frame.
âYou owe me a new bed frame,â you grumble.
âIâll buy you a new one every time if we do that again,â and you snort, your eye catching his, until both of you dissolve into laughter.
âYouâre a dumbass, Satoru,â and heâs grinning, wrapping his arms around you.
âBut Iâm your dumbass,â and you roll your eyes, âyouâre the one who begged me to fuck you harder,â
ââBegged?ââ You scoffed, âyouâre the one who practically seduced me tonight,â
âAnd you werenât asking me to by wearing that dress?â
âNo, I justââ and heâs got you pinned under him again in an instant, âToruââ
âI think we can use our mouths for something much more productive,â he leans down, to meet your lips in a languid kiss, his cock already growing hard against your thigh as a thought occurs to him.
âIs your couch any sturdier than your bed frame?â
(He ends up buying you s lot of new furniture the next day).
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Dilf Toji fucks you nice and slow when youâre done putting Megumi down for bed. He wants to thank you for being so good to him and his son. As a single dad it gets hard so when you came into the picture offering your services it was hard to deny such a genuine offer. Youâre so good to Megumi, gentle, kind and patient. Toji canât help the growing bulge in his pants when he sees you being such a strong mother figure. He has to show you his gratitude. The best way he can do that is by having you in a mating press so he can fuck you nice and deep.Â
âYou like that?â his voice is a soft hum.Â
You feel dizzy. His cock feels so deep. Heâs stretching you out more than ever before. You call out his name in a soft whimper.
âYeah? Iâm right here doll don't worry Iâm not going anywhereâ he groans.
Tojiâs obsessed with the way you look taking his cock. Your hole looks so perfect clenching, barely able to fit all of him. You look so full, Toji canât help but imagine how full you would look with his cum drooling out of you. He has to see it. Heâs determined to fuck you full of his cum. His cock plunges in and out of you creating a pattern. Your moans fall past your lips making a tune Toji never wants to forget.Â
âThatâs it, good girl, say my nameâ you sound so pretty to him. âTell me who fucks you this good, say it , tell me no one can make you shake like this, no one can fill this pussy up the way i canâ
Heâs never felt himself lose control like this before. Thereâs something about you, something that leaves him desperate for more. He craves you, desires you every waking second. The way your lips part letting pleads and moans drip off your tongue has him losing his mind. He canât get enough of you. He knows he should be quiet but the way your cunt feels squeezing him so tight he thinks he just might lose his mind. âThat feel good baby? Yeah I knowâ he coos âIâm gonna fuck you so fullâ his pace is picking up speed.Â
His mind is practically blank thinking of how he wants to fill you to the brim with his cum. No thatâs not enough he needs to give you every last drop he has.Â
âYou need my cum donât youâ heâs desperate to hear you say it. Heâs practically begging to hear you asking for his cum. Tell him how much you want his babies. He can make you a mommy. Donât you want him to make you a mommy?
âOur baby is gonna be so beautifulâ he whispers. He isnât sure if you can hear him but he doesnât mind as long as youâre still losing your mind calling out his name.Â
âThatâs rightâ he growls âSay my name while I fuck a baby into youâ
His hand push your thighs further down so he can reach deeper. The way he drags his cock past you slick walls has you shaking. Your words come out slurred.Â
âItâs too bigâ you whine as he goes deeper
âNo no you can take it.â he bites he lips continuing his long deep strokes. He knows you can take it. Your eyes roll back when he begins grinding his hips into you. He knows heâs hit the spot heâs been searching for.Â
âThere she isâ he chuckles.Â
You can barely contain the moans now. Your body is shaking uncontrollably.Â
âPleaseâ you gasp âS-slow down, Iâm gonna make a messâ you cry.
Toji loves the sound of that. He thrust pick up speed, fucking into you even harder.Â
âThatâs it, just like that, make a mess on my cock.â
Heâs desperately chasing after his own orgasm. He wants to cum with you. His thrust are sloppy. Heâs moaning your name pleading for you to cum for him.Â
âCum-fuck Nowâ he demands.Â
You canât help the juices the splatter against his abs as he fucks his load into you. The two of you are a moaning mess. You ramble incoherent words paired with his name. His eyes are glued on the sticky mess between the two of you. The squelching sounds of his cock fucking his cum back in fill the room.Â
âWhat a pretty sight this is. I hope itâs a girlâ he moans âSheâll have your eyesâÂ
You can barely give him a reply to focused on the way his cock is still plunging in and out.Â
âItâs too muchâ you slur.
âNo baby itâs not enoughâ he groans âI gotta make sure this tummy is full of my cum. One more just one more okayâ
Toji has plans on fucking way more than just one more load into you. He has to fuck you full until heâs sure of it youâll be the one carrying Megumiâs little sister.
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suguru was the family friend that came around every once in a while when a big event was happening. everyone knew who he was, and he knew who everyone else was, including you, you were his favorite, so he knew you very well.
sneaking off to the bathroom so he could touch all over you and whisper in your ear how much he missed you and how the both of you shouldn't be doing them, how much he missed your touch and sweet taste that would liner on his lips for hours.
it wasn't very often the both of you got see each other, but when y'all did just know the bedroom sounded like a war zone the way y'all was fucking on each other, he just couldn't contain himself and the way his eyes lit up whenever they landed on you was like no other, it would've been too much to say that he loved you, but he was almost there.
this was a secret the both of you kept for years, no one knew that the both of you locked lips with each other after hours in your bedroom, or how his hands roamed over your body while he whispered in your ear all the things he couldn't say in front of everyone else, he knew this was dangerous, but he loved it.
he loved covering your mouth while he dug dig inside your pussy pressing on your sweet spot, his teeth dig into his lower lip as he tried not to moan from how good you felt around him. every time y'all had sex, it felt like the first time, his body always reacted to you quickly, once he was three strokes deep, he already wanted to end it and cum inside of you and whisper how much he was sorry, making it up to you by fucking you over and over again.
once he texted you that he touched down in your city, you were in that car and on the way to the airport. seeing him was like christmas to not only you but your family, they all loved him, they treated him like their own, so what would they think if they knew that he was fucking you deep at 2 o clock in the morning?
the situation was a little tricky to slip over and keep under wraps, but the one thing that made everything worth it was him making you cum and curl your toes. suguru loved fucking you, you had the cutest reactions and made the sexiest sounds, it was worth the flight over to make you cum and cry, he just couldn't get enough of you.
your pussy made him want to get an apartment in your city right down the street and move you in, that's how he felt every time you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist and whispering into his ear to fuck you harder.
âi don't care if they hear us, i need you.â your whiny voice in his ear as he outs one hand around your neck and pushes into you deeper and faster, the tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot every second making the moans that were previously caught in your throat slip out, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you.
not only was the sex fucking amazing, but he loved being with you, loved seeing that pretty smile and hearing you laugh, loved how you treated everyone, especially him. maybe it wouldn't be a stretch to say that he loved you, because he did, there was no denying that.
whenever he got to see you he would smile ear to ear, or getting random phone calls from him that went from checking in on you to four hour rambles, but it was all worth it because he wanted you, he wanted you all the time.
this wasn't just perfect sex with a family friend he knew since seventeen, this was sex with someone he's been in love with since seventeen.
his dick deep inside, practically melting inside of you from how warm and tight it was, his mouth near your ear, slowly leaning down giving you a kiss on your neck, a quiet giggle slipping from your lips as you tighten your arms around him, your fingers running through his hair, sinking into the pleasure.
âi love youâŚâ his voice quiet as he pushes into you again. leaning up to look at your face, his flushes as he continues to push deep inside of you, his love for you was never going to change.
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You as a milf and Gojo as your sonâs friend. đËâ.Ë áĄŁđŠ
Heâs always so flirty with you and you just brush it off because you found it cute really. The way he would send constant smirks and winks your way, leaving your son and the rest of their friends upstairs only to be in the kitchen with you. Using his usual excuse of, âif you wonât help out your mom i will.â
His hands accidentally brushing way too close to your ass which looked so damn delicious in those tight fucking pants. You couldnât deny the attraction you felt towards the white haired boy. But you were old enough to be his mother.. and he was one of your sonâs closest friends.
You ignored the tingling in your stomach when you felt him creep up behind you as you bent over. His body bending to fit against yours and his hot breath fanning over your ear. âYou know miss l/n.. weâd be perfect together. I may be young but i have everything to satisfy you rightââ grinding his hips up into you, âhere.â
âS-satoru.. you know that thatâs not possible.â
âWhy, hmm? I know you want me.â he smirked, kissing down your neck softly.
âNo, i donât. This is wrong.â
A lie. You did want him.
âAre you sure about that?â
âYes.â
âWell.. i guess you wonât feel anything if i did this.â
Gojo turned you around by your waist swiftly, his lips connecting with yours while his hands roamed down your body, settling on the plush underside of your ass.
Your hands rested on his hard chest with the intention of pushing him away. Instead finding yourself letting out a satisfied moan, your fingers gripping at his shirt as he groped your soft flesh.
âFuck what am i doing, i said this was wrong.â you said sternly to yourself, giving him one last glance before you walked out of the kitchen. Your head bowed in shame with your lip sat between your teeth.
What was wrong with you.
Is what you said over and over in your head as you found yourself bouncing on Gojoâs cock. His hands on your hips and a sadistic grin on his face as he watched you moan and whimper on top of him.
Your son had gone to pick up some food for the group, dragging his other two friends along while Gojo insisted he stayed back. Claiming that he was not feeling up to leaving the house.
âWhat happened to your morals huh? Thought this was wrong.â he breathed, eyes focused on the bouncing of your massive tits as you moved up and down on his cock. Rolling your hips so that his thick tip grazed along your g spot perfectly.
âOh Godââ you cried out, your stomach tightening as you dug your nails deeper into his pale shoulders. âSatoru.â
âYouâre squeezing me so- shitâ fucking tight ma.â
You only moaned, your vision blurry as you threw back your head with your mouth agape. His dick no doubt hitting deeper than anyone has ever reached before.
âF-fuck Satoruâ youâre so- nngh, you feel so good.â
Gojo groaned loudly when you began needily rocking your hips on his cock, your mewls loud and laced with desperation. Your brain was plagued with thoughts of him. His hands, his voice, his scent.
This was so wrong, and you hated yourself for giving in. But he felt so damn good.
âWouldâve dicked you down ages ago if i knew you wanted me this badly.â
You tugged at his hair with a sultry moan, your body trembling and your eyes rolling back as you approach your high. âSatoru,â you mewled, âiâm so fucking close.â
âYeah? Gonna cum for me sweetheart? Make a mess all over this young cock that you seem to love so much.â he rasped, his lips parted in hard pants as you clenched down on him. His dick twitching within the wetness of your pussy.
You let out a high pitched cry, back arching as you creamed his cock. Your pussy drenching his thighs.
âThere we go. Look at how messy she is for me.â he groaned, leaning forward and capturing your neck in his teeth. Your head rolling to the side to give him room for his marks.
Gojoâs hold on your hips tightened, thrusting his hips roughly up into you as he chased his own orgasm. Lewd sounds of skin against skin echoing the room together with your noises.
âFuck, what if i got you pregnant and became (your son)âs new daddy.â he chuckled darkly, letting out a chant of curses before easily slipping out of your dripping warmth. Allowing his cum to spill onto your exposed skin. Your lower belly, your pretty pussy lips, your plump thighs.
âSo fuckinâ pretty. You sure this wasnât enough to change your mind?â
You looked at him with half lidded eyes, feeling yourself grow tired as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. âN-no.. this was,â your eyelids fluttered. â..a mistake.â
Gojo only smiled, a wide one. This was only the first time and it most certainly would not be the last. He was serious about being with you. Taking care of you. And he knew that you wanted it too.
Gojo panicked when he heard the front door slam shut, looking down to see your beautiful sleeping form. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
A knock. âHey mom have you seen Satoru anywhere?â
He was so screwed⌠but it was so damn worth it.
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Listen I know I said I was gonna share more BSD posts due to the new episode but also I finished watching ONS with my friend and we are both Going Through It extremely hard so don't be surprised if y'all still see a wave of shit about it.
#i will still post bsd later on im just. yeah#what the fuck is up with ons and hitting all the perfect spots for a hyperfixation? like jesus christ why does my 'tism flare up so hard#my friend's fav charas were mika shinya and mitsunoa btw#so i won#owari no seraph
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RITUAL ft. Yujin
yujin x male reader smut
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Letâs be clear: youâre well aware of what a monumentally stupid idea this is.
For you, itâs just a job. Youâve been fired from plenty before, and there will be plenty more after.
But for her, for Yujin, itâs her career. Her life. Her everything.
And yet, here, in the cramped confines of a bathroom stall, your hand on her ass and hers diving down your jeans; you canât let go of the nagging suspicion that maybe thatâs the fucking point.
âHow much time do we have?â Yujinâs lips are on your neck, tiny, hot breaths tickling your skin, nimble fingers at your waist, negotiating with your zipper.
âWe had fifteen minutes, an hour ago,â you remind her. âWeâre gonna miss soundcheck.â
âItâll be fine.â Yujinâs unbothered, dismissive of anything that isnât freeing your cock from its denim prison. âTheyâll wait for me. They always do.â
Thereâs that hint of arrogance, that unshakeable confidence of youth, the invincibility that comes with being that absurdly hot. You canât blame her at all for it.
What Yujin wants, she gets. You've seen it first hand.
Itâs one of the many things youâve learned about her over the past few weeks.
Well one of the few that donât concern how good her cunt feels when she rides you, or how her eyes roll to the back of her head when you hit that spot just right, or the way her voice goes hoarse when she screams your name.
âOh, itâs so perfect.â Yujinâs seen your cock before, tasted it, taken it, had it in every way possible (in every place available), yet that still doesnât stop her eyes from lighting up the second she sees it springing out from the waistband of your briefs, standing tall and throbbing painfully. âIâd say this is worth being late for.â
Youâve got a groan for her when she takes you into her hand, her grip firm and familiar. A half-hearted protest, too: âYeah, but if weâre late, Princess Yujin gets a slap on the wrist, whereas I get fired.â
Yujin scoffs at that. âWell, I am your boss, so I think I get the last say if it comes down to it.â
Part of you wants to correct her, wants to explain that technically youâre not her employee but an independent contractor hired by the touring company. However, that part of you needs to shut the hell up, because the intricacies of employment contracts for musicians-for-hire really donât seem pertinent at this moment.
Regardless, it all becomes trivial in the face of Yujin. So annoyingly, unfairly pretty, not even the unflattering harshness of the bathroom lights are capable of marring her in the slightest.
Youâd probably give her the world if she asked.
Sheâd happily settle for your dick.
Her handâs moving now, her fingers dancing around your shaft, exploring the contours of your cock from base to tip, and she's forcing you to resign, âYour logic, as always, is flawless.â
âSee?â Yujin smiles up at you, that wide, confident grin thatâs graced a million posters, been on every magazine cover and TV channel, and is now laser focused on you. âIâm always right, arenât I?â
Her point's made with a squeeze around your length, stroking you in earnest, building to a rhythm thatâs become so familiar over the past weekâquick and precise, dangerously efficient. Like she was made for this. Made to tease your cock. As natural for her as breathing, really.
Yujinâs had plenty of practice, after allâon the morning of every concert, in the evening back at her hotel, on tour buses and in dressing rooms. On a plane once, even. It's the same torrid routine thatâs now become a required pre-show ritual. A quiet spot, a secluded room, and she steals you away, bringing you to the brink and back.
And to think it all started because she asked you to help her âcalm her nervesâ. Â
Or more correctly, fuck all the worries and concerns out of her pretty little head.
Still, she's never pushed it this far, never cut it this close.
You lean back against the stall door, your breath catching in your throat, the cheap plastic giving slightly under the pressure. Outside you can hear it, hear the bustling sounds of the venue coming to lifeâstaff moving about, the distant roar of fans, the occasional clang of sound equipment. But in here, itâs overpowered by the noisiness of her palm sliding along your shaft, slick with her saliva, and it fills the small space, echoing across the cold tiles beneath your feet.
Sheâs undeniableâyou know youâve spoilt her. Youâve let her get her way with you far too many times, let her push this arrangement past any semblance of professionalism. Let her poison your mind with whispered sweet nothings that have you pounding her into the nearest available surface whenever she gets a twitch of stage fright.
But youâre also acutely aware of the fact that without these moments, without the promise of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around your cock, youâd be out there on that stage sleepwalking through just another concert with nothing but a drum kit and a bunch of songs you could play with your eyes closed.
âFucking hell, Yujin, you look too good doing that,â you manage to get out, doing your best to endure her fingers gliding along your length, to last under the microscope of Yujin's dark, hungry eyes.
Another thing about Yujin: there's a special thrill she gets just from watching you, eyes glued to your face, taking in every single nuance of agony sheâs wringing out.
âSo fuckingââ you settle on the most obvious word in your lexicon, âpretty.â
Yujin keens at the praise, her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, her teeth grazes the soft skin of her bottom lip. It's hardly new for her to hear this, to have people rave about how she's the hottest piece of ass this side of the equator. Yet there's something about hearing it from you that has her eating up your words every time. "Am I, now?"
You nod, voice momentarily failing you as she pumps your cock, her grip never wavering, never faltering, like sheâs milking you, milking words of adulation from your lips.
You still haven't pinned down exactly what it is about you that unwinds Yujin, that makes her chase you so hard. Maybe it's because you're slightly older, a touch more mature than the usual plastic smiles that try to charm her out of her pants.
Or maybe it's because you said 'no' the first time she sniffed in your direction, and then made her scream 'yes' every time after.
Whatever it is, it has Yujinâs other hand reaching up to fiddle with the choker at her neck, flooding your mind with memories of your hand around her throat, her gagging on your length, her eyes watering while you fuck her face.
âAnd what about this outfit?â She asks, oh-so-innocently. âYou think the fans will like it?â
âYujin,â you say, like she doesnât already know the very obvious answer. Youâve seen her in it allâtiny hot pants, tight little bralettes, that fucking leather catsuit. Yujinâs a fucking goddess in anything she wears, even a blind man would burn from the sheer heat radiating from her body. âYou look fucking incredible, as always.â
âBut?â
âNo buts.â
âI heard a âbutâ,â Yujin ponders, her hand still working your cock like itâs her favourite toy. âLike: âbut the shorts are too short, and everyoneâs gonna see my cheeks when I bend overâ.â
A blatant invitation to take a glance, to look down, down at those denim shorts so tight against her curves, the fabric stretched so taut that it might split open at any moment. Look down at her thick thighs, the way they flex and release as she jerks you off, every movement making the material cling tighter to her skin, moulding themselves around the outline of her perfect, round ass, those juicy cheeks that youâve had the honour of spanking and biting and bruising.
âOr is it: âbut your top is cut too low, your tits are gonna spill right outâ?â
Sheâs drawing your gaze upwards, over that smooth, creamy expanse of skin, her stomach flat and toned, up the thin fabric of her flimsy excuse for a shirt, that dips just enough to tease the tops of her breasts, squeezed together and pushed up by her bra. It's so thin, wrapped so tight around her, highlighting the faint outline of her nipples poking through, already stiffened and calling for your tongue.
âOr maybe itâs: âthe outfit looks good, looks nice and slutty, but youâd much rather rip it off me and just fucking ruin me like I deserve?'"
Yeah, thatâs more like it.
You take that as permission, and reach for the hem of her top, eager to finally see those tits, to feel their warm weight in your palms, to have her stripped and laid bare like she knows youâd love to. But Yujinâs too quick, slapping your hand away with a laugh.
âBut unfortunately, thereâll be none of that, drummer boy.â Yujin stops, her grip on your cock tightening for a brief, painful second. âCanât have you ruining my outfit before I go on stage, can I?â
Thereâs a challenge there, a test to see if youâll argue, maybe grab her, throw her against the wall and show her just how little of a fuck you give about anything that takes place outside of this toilet stall. But you know sheâs right. You're the adult here, remember? Besides thereâll be plenty of time for that later.
You settle for her lips, leaning down, pressing the pad of your thumb against her chin. You tilt her head up towards yours, only for Yujin to pull back, leaving you kissing air. âSeriously?â
Yujin grins, clearly delighting in denying you again, in making your blood boil and cock throb. âCanât ruin the make-up either,â she explains, making sure to bat her long, fake lashes for extra effect.
âSo, I take it that means the pigtails are off limits too?â You ask, idly toying with the ludicrously slutty hairstyle thatâs framing her face, bobbing slightly with every stroke she gives you.
âNow youâre learning.â
So, with a frustrated grunt, you keep your hands at your sides, resigning yourself to Yujinâs sweet torture. Itâs maddening, just standing there, panting and so horny, at the mercy of Yujinâs slow strokes. âAnd no concern for my outfit, whatsoever.â
Yujinâs eyes wander over your choice of clothing, and laughs, rather insultingly, if you're honest. âIâm sure all the fans will be very focused on the drummerâs fashion choices,â she says, trusting you to pick up on the sarcasm.
You feign injury. âOuch, I put a lot of thought into my clothing.â
âSure you do. Thoughts like: how easy will it be for your little fuck buddy to tear them off?â Yujinâs thumb finds that sensitive spot just beneath the head of your cock, swiping over it with a smugness thatâs both infuriating and incredibly hot.
âYouâre going to get it later for that one,â you warn, your hand curling into a fist.
âOh, I know.â
Yujin picks up the pace, her hand a blur, running up and down your shaft, fingers sliding across your slit, smearing the pre-cum thatâs beaded there over your cockhead. And thereâs a glint in her eye, that needy look that tells you sheâs getting off on this, getting off on having you, having someone she shouldnât be left alone with, squirm and beg and be so desperate for her.
âLook how big you are for me, daddy.â
Thereâs that word, that sweet, sweet âdaddyâ.
The first time she called you it was an accident, a slip of the tongue during a particularly intense moment when you had her against the window of her hotel, tits squashed against the glass, cunt dripping with your cum. But every time since, itâs been deliberate, calculated, a button she knows she can push to make you give it to her as rough as she wants; as rough as she craves.
âLook how big you are in my tiny hand.â Sheâs got you moaning now, melting between her fingers, bucking your hips for that extra bit of friction. âYou love it when I jerk you like this, donât you, daddy?â
âDaddyâ again, rolling off her tongue like a fucking love letter, a song to send your head spinning and your cock pulsing in her hand.
Thereâs another challenge, can you last a little bit longer? Can you resist the urge to cum all over her fingers? Paint her pretty nails a fresh shade of white? Or would you rather wrap your hand around her lovely neck and force her to admit that she loves all this just as much as you do.
You swallow down the groan thatâs building in your throat, your teeth grinding together to maintain some semblance of control. Yujin catches it, sees the effort itâs taking you, and she shakes her head, her lips pursed in a perfect little pout.
âDonât hold back, daddy,â Yujin's chiding you, disappointed with your restraint. âI want to hear it. I need to hear how good it feels, how desperate you are. Need you to show me just how much you want to see me filled with your cum.â
She twists her hand down on your cock, squeezing when she reaches the base, her other hand coming down to cup your balls, tickling them with her fingers. That has a moan escaping your lips, a low, desperate sound that makes Yujin preen.
âThatâs it,â sheâs overjoyed, getting what she came for, basking in your pleasure, âtell me how much you want it, tell me how much you want to cum for me.â
And so you do. You tell her, your voice strained with the effort of keeping your orgasm at bay. Not yet, not until youâre deep inside her, not until you're sure that not a single drop will go wasted. âYou're too fucking much, Yujin, too fucking hot,â you manage, the words a choked noise that you hope she can hear over the blood pounding in your ears. âYouâre driving me fucking mad.â
Yujinâs strokes keep building, one on top of the other, and sheâs pressing herself against you, the warmth of her, soft breasts pushing into your chest, her lips sucking at your neck, kissing into you hard. After all, who will notice? Who gives a fuck if the drummer shows up on stage with a few extra bruises on his skin? Â
You fall into the crook of her neck, your forehead on her shoulder, as her lips make their way up your throat, across your jaw, until sheâs nipping at your lobe, whispering in your ear, âYouâre desperate for my cunt, arenât you, daddy? You want to fill me up right before I go on stage?â
âYujin,â you grit out, and youâre holding her, hands on those perfectly round cheeks, holding on for dear life, pulling her close to you so that she can feel just how right she is. The words spill out of you like a confession, âI need to fuck you now, Yujin. I need to feel your cunt, make you cum so hard you wonât be able to fucking move, let alone dance.â
And Yujin leaves one last, lingering kiss on your pulse. âSo do it, daddy.â
Her words are a fucking gunshot, and youâre off to the races.
You spin her around so fast she yelps, your chest to her back, your cock trapped between her ass cheeks. Her shorts are barely an inconvenience, yank them down, denim catching on her hips, sliding down to her ankles, leaving her in just her panties.
Yujin gasps, the cool air meeting her bare skin, and she braces herself against the wall of the stall, needing something to keep her on her feet. Sheâs all soft curves and sweet smells, so insanely proportioned, like she's built for this, curvy and thick in all the right places.
While sheâs distracted you sneak a kiss onto the creamy-white skin of her shoulder, hard enough to give her a mark to match yours, a badge of honour that brands her in the same way sheâs done to you.
Her panties never stood a chance, completely drenched to the point of ruin, sticky with anticipation, snug against her lips. You pull them aside, thumb brushing against her swollen clit, making her hips jerk forward. Sheâs on your time now, youâve got the green light to turn the tables and drag her through the same torment sheâs put you through.
âLook at this,â youâre in her ear now, taunting, âyouâre already so fucking wet for me.â
Yujinâs cheeks burn red, and sheâs pushing back against you, grinding her ass into your cock. âOf course I am. I canât help it,â sheâs a little breathless, a little shaky, âI need it.â
âYouâre so beautiful,â your hands like magnets on her bare ass, squeezing, marking her in places only you'll ever know. âSo fucking beautiful.â
âPlease,â Yujin whimpers, as you slide your finger down, between her legs, tracing her wet slit, testing her tightness, feeling her warmth, feeling how ready she is. âPlease, fuck me now.â
You canât resist her, you never can, not with so little time left and so much of her to ruin. Your cock dips, lining up with her pussy, the tip nudging at her entrance, and all it takes is one strong thrust, and youâre pushing into her, burying yourself to the hilt in a swift, brutal motion.
Thereâs a scream from her, a grunt from you, blending and echoing through the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles and the stall walls. Someoneâs going to hear it, someoneâs going to come in and see you fucking the star of the show and thatâll be it for the both of you.
But really, fuck all of that.
Fuck the concert, the venue staff, the fans, the tour managers, the PR nightmare that will follow.
Fuck everything that isnât inside this stall, that isnât Yujinâs tight cunt squeezing around your cock, that isnât the way sheâs shuddering in your arms, gasping your name, needing her daddy to fuck her harder, faster.
There's no easing her into it, not like you know you should. You fuck her hard, just like sheâs begged. Your hips snap against her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin drowning out the noise outside, again and again, in and out, over and over.
Yujinâs never needed much to get started, always so easily soaked, so easily ready. She'd told you as much one late night (or one early morning): "I can take it, take anything, as long as it's coming from you. "
Her walls clamp down around you, sheâs already pulsing, her cunt desperate to wring you dry. Youâre gliding in and out of her, using her, letting her mold herself so perfectly around you, her juices coating your cock, making it slicker with every thrust.
âYesâthatâs what I fucking need.â Yujin cries out, her voice high-pitched, her head thrown back, and the flimsy plastic isnât enough anymore, she needs you to hold her steady, to dig your fingers into her hips and nail her into the wall.
Each stroke, each thrust into her cunt, each time you fill her, stretch herâeach one could be the last one, the one that has you exploding inside her. Could be the one that overwhelms you, the one that makes you forget where you are, that thereâs anything that exists besides fucking this needy, little brat.
Itâs the way Yujin clenches around you, tight and perfect, like sheâs made just for you, like sheâs never been fucked this way before, will never be again.
(Even though you have. Even though you will.)
Each time is like the first, youâre discovering her all over again, peeling back layers of this beautiful, untouchable idol, and finding something new, something beneath the sheen of purity and perfection. Something that makes you want to ruin her, bring her down to your level, to roll around the filth with the rest of you mere mortals.
And Yujin knows it.
Thereâs a need to make her feel it, and thereâs her fucking pigtails, dangling in front of you like a carrot, flicking up and down in front of your face with every thrust. You need to grab them, to yank her back onto your cock, to force her to take it as hard as you want to give it. Itâs almost too much to resist.
But even in your haze you know better. Instead, you settle for that choker on her neck, your thumb sliding under the black leather band, feeling the pulse of her blood racing beneath her skin. You grip it, tight, but not too tight. Just enough to make her gasp, to make her cunt tighten, to make her cry outâ
âGahâGodâfuckââ
Strangled cries have her screaming, have her needing you to go deeper.
âFuhâfuckâyesâright thereârightâfuckingâthereââ
Sheâs chanting, almost sobbing, doing her best to take everything youâre giving her, everything sheâs needs, everything she deserves. Youâre tapping into that deep, dark desire within her. The one that gets off on being treated rough, the one that loves having a daddy, the one that needs to be nailed to a wall and reduced to nothing but a shaking, mewling mess of climaxes.
You dare to snake a hand under her top, youâre not going to mess her outfit, but that doesnât mean you canât get a taste of whatâs underneath. Your fingers stretch under her bra, testing the elasticity of the cotton, before finally finding the swell of her breasts, cupping it, filling your hand with it.
Yujinâs moan is all the encouragement you need, a wordless permit to squeeze, to pinch her nipple, roll it between your thumb and forefinger until itâs a hard little nub.
âOh fuck yesâtouch me. You love touching me, donât you?â She's feeling it, really feeling you, the stimulation of your palm on her breast, the sting on her nipples. âYou fucking love my body.â
Itâs the damn truthâthese past weeks have been a crash course in Yujin, and you havenât found an inch you didnât immediately fall in love with. Every curve and dip and line, every soft place and every sharp edge; the weight of her in your arms, the way she fits against you, how she responds to your touch like sheâs been waiting for it, for you, for fucking ever.
âFuck, yes, just like that, daddy, just like that.â
âYouâre so fucking perfect, Yujin. So tight, so wet, so fucking mine.â
You slur words into her, words that make her shiver, make her tremble against you, make her so fucking happy to hear them. Itâs the words that she loves, hearing you talk like that, like sheâs the only one who can make you feel this way. And maybe she is.
So you keep talking, keep whispering those loving, filthy soliloquies into her ear, keep telling her how good her cunt is, how desperate you are for her body, how much cum you have to give her. And her body has an answer for you each time, each syllable a caress that sends shivers down her spine.
âFuck, youâre so beautiful, Yujin. So beautiful when youâre like this, when youâre all mine.â You can feel it boiling up inside you, that pressure building with every smack of your hips against her ass. âIâm going to cum so hard for you, princess.â
Thereâs the guitar, the bass, the keys, the band tuning up outside, noise filtering into the stall, faint but unmistakeable, the only thing missing is the beat of the drums, the only thing missing is you.
Yujinâs grinning, knowing sheâs the one keeping you occupied, knowing itâs her cunt that youâre buried in, thatâs not letting you go.
âIf only they knew,â sheâs giggling like a schoolgirl (she might as well be with those pigtails), âif only they know how good youâre fucking me right now. They wonât have a fucking clue, will they?â
âSuch a fucking tease, Yujin.â
She looks over her shoulder at you, and sends a coy, âWho, me?â
âYes, you, you little slut,â you answer, not bothering to mince your words. Your hand tightens around her choker, not enough to cut off her air, just enough to keep her right there, panting and needy and yours. âYou know exactly what youâre doing out there. I see how you dance, how you move. Like youâre forcing them to picture you fucking, making them all want a taste of what theyâll never have.â
The truth makes her shiver against you. âThey all wish they could do this to me, all wish they could fuck me and fill me like you are.â
Thereâs a tension building inside her too, the blend of your words and the reality of the performance sheâs going to have to put on afterwards. It has her body tightening like a bow string, ready to snap at any moment.
And youâre going to be the one to release it.
You venture a hand downwards, gracing over her stomach, her belly button, until you reach the wetness of her pussy. There's her clit, ripe for teasing.
You fuck your cock in deeper still, matching the swirl of your finger with the pounding of her cunt, timing it just right to make her leak all over you.
âThat feels soâfuck,â Yujin purrs, so, so blissful. âOnly youâonly you, daddy. No one else will get to have meâfuckâfuck me like this.â
âWhenever I want, any time I want,â youâre telling her, promising her, even though itâs more likely to be the opposite. That itâs Yujin that will seek you out on those lonely nights and those quiet mornings, or just whenever sheâs bored and needs someone to fuck all the nerves and stress out of her system.
âTheyâd be soâgahâso jealous if they knew. I see it when they look at meâhow much they want me,â sheâs straining to say it, but needs you to hear it, needs you to know it. âI see itâread it in places they think I donât look.â
Sheâs lost, lost in a sea of her own musings, thoughts of how everyone with a working pair of eyeballs wants to fuck her. Relishing in the knowledge that she's found the only person that can fuck her right, and that their cock is buried in her cunt, their fingers working her clit.
âThey call me a slut, a whore, but thatâs not true, is it, daddy? I only fuck you,â Yujin repeats, âIâm only a slut for you.â
Thereâs an edge to her voice, a raw, animalistic need that makes you want to prove her right. Want to erupt inside her so badly that sheâs forced to carry a part of you inside her when sheâs on stage.
âYours to use,â Yujin taunts. âTo fuck, to fill...â
Jesus.
âTo break.â
Fucking.
âMaybe I should let you rip off my clothes, fuck up my hairâfuckâmy makeup. Go out on stage with all the marks youâve left on me, with all your cumâgahâall over me.â
Christ.
It hits you like a sledgehammer, adding another layer of taboo to this already fucked up situation. The thought of it is fucking wild, ridiculous to contemplate, youâre sure itâs all just part of the game, another button Yujinâs pressing for her own thrill⌠right?
âThen everyone would knowâeveryone would know that itâs youâthat youâre the one thatâs fucking my brains out when no one else is watching.â
Youâre all over her and deep inside her, lips on her throat, her jaw, hands at her tits, her cunt. Devouring her, all of her, from those tightly binded pigtails all the way down to her carefully manicured toes.
And then she stops dancing around the subject and demands it.
âRuin me. Fuck me, please, daddy. Justâkiss me, now.â
âYou saidââ
But Yujinâs already twisting around at her waist, angling her body so she can seize your lips, smear her lipstick across your teeth, flood your mouth with her tongue. Sheâs got fistfuls of your shirt, pulling you closer, as if sheâs trying to claim you, claim every inch of you as property of An Yujin.
Now that youâve got permission, you thread your fingers into her hair, gripping tight, pulling her by the pigtails like youâve been dying to, kissing her like your life depends on it.
Youâre getting rougher with her now, tugging her head back, peeling her lips away from yours, sliding your cock out of her. You ignore the whine, ignore the tears. Itâs game over for her makeup, for her hair, her outfit. Sheâs a beautiful, chaotic messâso shamelessly yours, so perfect in every way.
The separation barely lasts a second, youâre lifting her up, turning her and depositing her atop the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide, putting her on display.
This is the real showâYujin looking up at you, eyes dark with need, tits out and heaving with every breath; thick, toned thighs glistening with her juices, your precum; and her pussy, all puffy and so ready to be filled again.
âDaddyââ Yujin starts, and ends, as youâre inside her again. Inside her tight, welcoming cunt, her back arching off the cold porcelain, her legs wrapping around you, ankles crossing and locking in place.
Just one hard thrust and you see itâit's in the watering of her eyes, the wobble of her lips.
Sheâs close, and youâre not far behind.
âPlease.â
Itâs barely a whisper, nearly lost somewhere between your haggard breaths and the sloppy wet sounds of your bodies colliding.
But you hear it, and itâs all you need.
Itâs her pigtails in your hands again, strands wrapped around your fist, and youâre taking a front row seat in the spectacle that is Yujin falling apart.
âPlease, fuck me.â There it is again, louder now. âFuck my tiny little pussy, daddy. Make me yours.â
Itâs every single sound out of her mouth, every folding and crumpling of her perfect features, every single drop of sweat sliding down her neck, every time she says fuck me, or break me, or over and over againâmake me yours.
You want to savour this, burn this image into your mind, live off the memory of Yujinâs cunt pulsing around you, but thereâs no time, no time to do anything but kiss her again; clumsy, hungry, wet, open-mouthed kisses.
âPlease,â sheâs biting into your lip, licking into your mouth, clawing at your shoulders, âsay my name.â
âYujin,â you give it to her, offer her name like a sacrifice. âYujin, Iâm so fucking close.â
The porcelain is doing its best to bear your weight, to survive the punishment youâre hammering into Yujinâs tight, perfect body, to outlast your relentless fucking. âCum for me daddy, cum for me.â
But itâs her, itâs Yujin that crosses that threshold first, coming apart until sheâs nothing but a mess of whimpers, moans, and cries of your name. Of pleases and thank yous, until sheâs just a hot, tight cunt getting used for your pleasure.
âFuckâfuckâIâm cummingâdaddy, I canâtâitâs soââ
Itâs all there across her face, all in the way sheâs shaking, the way her cunt is gripping you, her walls fluttering around your cock like a fucking heartbeat, tightening and releasing in endless waves that crash down on her.
âSo goodâyouâre so goodâyouâre soâfuckâfuckâcumâcummingâ"
Her entire body seizes, tenses all at once, and youâd be worried if you hadnât seen it countless times before, if you didnât know to expect her to lose all control of her limbs, to not be able to do anything but stare at you, all teary eyed and feeling so, so good.
But you keep going, hips pumping, cock driving into her, keeping her steady, helping her climb to her peak, filling her tender, creaming cunt over and over again. You want to make this last, want to keep her like this, unable to think about anything but you, unable to think about anything that isnât your cock. Â
âSo fucking good for me, Yujin, so good, princess.â
âGod, fuckâdaddy!â
Itâs the praise that pushes her over, unravels her, has her mouth frozen in the shape of your name, like the idea of you is the only thing keeping her tethered to this world. That, and her nails digging into your skin, adding to the tapestry sheâs already engraved on your back.
And then the silence comes, and thatâs the real killer.
Yujinâs always loud when she gets fucked, always desperate to tell you how good it feels, needy for you to know how good you are to her. But when she cumsâwhen she loses herself on your cockâitâs like she relinquishes all ability to articulate, to make any sound other than a whine or a gasp.
You know what she wants to sayâdonât stop, please, donât stopâknow what she wants to tell youâthank you, daddy, thank you, thank you, thank youâand itâs your responsibility to see her through it, to plunge your cock deep into the smooth, velvety muscles of her cunt, to have her rocking and creaming all over you, again and again and again.
And then she falls apart.
So beautifully, so perfectly.
But youâre not done yet.
Your thrusts come in thick and fast, making the whole stall shudder, making your vision swim. Yujinâs still reeling, snapped back into the land of the living by the force of your fucking.
Sheâs leaning forward, pressing her forehead to yours, able to form whole words again, whispering something that you canât quite catch, something sweet and needy and demanding.
âIâm all yours, daddy.â
Itâs a trigger sheâs been waiting to pullâthe moment she says it, you let go.
Thereâs no holding back anymore, youâve been fighting it for what feels like hours, trying to keep your shit together, but itâs no use. Youâre going to cum, the only question is, where.
You canât shake the image of her covered with you, painted all over her face, her chin, her neck, her chest, her perfect, perfect tits. You want it, want to see it realised, want to parade her out on that stage looking like a fuck dollâyour fuck doll.
But not now, not today.
So instead, you bury yourself inside her, so, so deep. Yujinâs nodding, teasing âdeeper, deeper, please,â begging you with her whole body, watching you with those eyes, half-lidded and glazed over, licking at her lips, bracing for you to fill her.
Itâs your turn to shake, your turn to let go of that knot in your gut thatâs been twisting ever since she dragged you into the bathroom, pushed you into the toilet stall and told you she needed this.
You throb, tighten, the base of your spine tingles, and thatâs all the warning you get before youâre cumming, rushing Yujinâs greedy cunt with your hot, sticky load.
âDaddy, daddyâdaddyâyes!â
Itâs an addiction now, she needs your cum like she needs oxygen, and you need to fill her as if youâll die if you go another day without pounding her cunt.
âSo good, so fucking good inside meâall yours, all yoursâ"
Itâs a thousand blissful little moments stacked on top of each other, her clenching, you throbbing, her grinning, you grimacing, but it all comes together in this heated space that leaves you both boneless, breathless catastrophes.
Yujinâs the first to come down, slumping against you, drooling down your chest, staining your shirt with a sheen of her saliva. Her legs go slack around you, finally letting go of your waist, still shaking in the aftershocks of her orgasm. You can feel your cum leaking from the corners of her cunt, oozing down the inside of her thighs, sliding past her knee, down to her ankles.
A finger under your chin to tilt your head to her, to kiss you. One of those quiet, intimate kisses that will have you spending the night trying to decode its meaning. But, for now, thereâs just the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her lip gloss.
âThank you, daddy,â Yujin says, so sweetly, so sincerely, and itâs like a knife twisting in your chest.
âAlways.â
And slowly, carefully, youâre pulling out of her, even though sheâs still clenching, still trying to keep you in. Your cock exits her with an audible slosh, and you need to brace yourself against the stall door, lean into it hard as you take in the sight of Yujin, sprawled on the toilet seat, well fucked and utterly ruined in all the best ways.
She reads your mind, âYou really made a fucking mess of me.â
âI only claim fifty percent of that responsibility.â
Yujin pouts, makes sure youâre watching her, and dips her fingers into her defiled cunt. âThis is all you, daddy.â
She drags out her digits, holding them up for you, your cum glistening on them like a prize. And then sheâs slipping them between her lips, flicking out her tongue to catch a drop that dribbles down her wrist. She licks it all up, slow, savouring it, making sure youâre watching, making sure your eyes are glued to her as she devours the last traces of you from her hand.
That sound she makes, that little âMmmâ of satisfaction has you feeling heady, makes your cock twitch, eager to be back inside her, to fill her right back up so you can watch her do it all over again.
âCumslut,â is the only word you have her for her, as she slides her fingers in deeper, tickling the back of her own throat like it's the most natural thing to do. Her cheeks hollow out, and after a long, dramatic suck, she pulls her fingers from her lips with a wet pop, all shiny and clean.
She corrects you. âYour cumslut.â
And then a switch is flipped, and sheâs putting herself back together.
Yujinâs graceful, at odds with the confines of the cramped bathroom stall sheâs just been fucked in. It amazes you every time, the way that she moves. All liquid and soft, as if sheâs not really touching anything, as if sheâs floating.
She licks droplets of cum off her lips, scoops the remainder up her legs, her thighs, and youâre just staring, gawking at her with something akin to awe, because sheâs just so fucking beautiful, so utterly composed, so untouchable.
You help her, you try, help her tug down her shirt, pull up her panties, her shorts, help her slip back into the role of Yujin, the perfect idol, the star that canât be tarnished by something as dirty as a quickie on top of a toilet seat.
She nods towards the stall door, and you let her past you, help hold her steady as you lead her to the bathroom mirror, give her a chance to assess the damage you've wrought on her. The smudged lipstick, the kiss bruises, the hair sticking to her neckâall evidence of you.
And yet, she smiles, looking back at you over her shoulder. Like sheâs got it all under control, like you havenât ruined her, not really. Not yet.
âWell, thatâs something,â she says, her voice a little too breathless for the breeziness sheâs aiming for.
But then sheâs got her compact out, the tiny bag she's had hidden in her back pocket specifically for occasions like this. You stand back, giving her space to work her magic. Cheeks are patted for colour, lips glossed for plumpness, eyes relined with that dangerously smoky look that makes them pop.
âHow do I look?â She turns, looking at you through the mirror, hand on her hip, posing.
âLike youâve just been fucked in a toilet stall, honestly.â
That makes her laugh. âGood.â
Sheâs heading to the door, smoothing out her skirt, fixing her top, stopping along the way to give your forearm a quick squeeze.
Thereâs that look in her eyes again.
One youâll be revisiting once the showâs over and the doors are closed.
âIâll take off first,â she says, tying her pigtails back in place. âWouldnât want to make it too obvious.â
You catch her hand before she can get away, pulling her face close to you, wiping away a stray bit of cum still shining on her chin. âGood luck out there.â
And thereâs that smile. That smile thatâs going to make an audience of thousands fall in love with her. Thatâs going to make you fall in love with her, if youâre not careful. âDonât need it,â she says, pressing her lips to yours, ruining her lip gloss all over again. âI got you, daddy.â
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Thigh Riding: Monster Trio + Law
WARNING: MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.
A/N: How would the Monster Trio & Law act while you ride their thigh? What would they say and how would it be initiated? (afab reader~)
Shoutout to the anon who requested thisâI was going to do Ace as well but I think that someone (@possiblyreallyme) recently did it better than what I would have been able to come up with, so Iâve linked that here.
Thigh Riding: Monster Trio + Law
ZORO
The first time you ride one of Zoroâs thighs, itâs his idea. He loves to see you get off in any way he can imagine.
âCâmere. On my thigh. I want you to ride it.â
Youâre surprised because youâve never done this before, but heâs been rabidly horny recently and heâs been getting real creative.
His thighs are thick and hairyâthe perfect seat. Heâs just wearing boxer briefs, so when you lower your barely clothed cunt onto his thigh, you can feel his wiry hair bristle your skin.
His cock twitches when you look at him, poised on his thigh, waiting for instruction.
His hands come to rest on your hips. âGrind on me.â
He knows just what you like best. His goal is to see you dripping wet with pleasure and a hot mess. He has no problem accomplishing that.
He smirks as your rub your sensitive spot on his bare thigh. Friction builds on your core, quickly sending zaps of pleasure from your clit to the rest of your body.
âGetting wet already?â
 As you slide yourself back and forth on his thigh, you start letting out filthy mewls and keens. Your panties are soaked through.
âHow does that feel? Are you getting off by just humping my thigh, gorgeous? Must be pretty desperate.â
As you start rutting down into his thigh more frantically, your face twists into an expression of lust. After a handful of minutes, your eyes become glossy and half-lidded, cheeks flushed pink. He grips your hips tighter and pushes his thigh up into your cunt, eliciting a moan.
âDid that feel good? You like rutting your pussy on my thigh that much?â
Heâs getting off seeing you hump so needy and pathetically on his thigh. He can feel the precum seeping out of his tip, making a stain on his briefs.
Youâre completely lost by now, feverishly fucking his thigh. Youâre making a wet mess out of this thigh and your panties are leaking. Your face is contorted with pleasure.
âYou wanna cum for me baby? Wanna cum on my thigh?â
You nod and Zoro starts to push his thigh up into your cunt again. It feels so good that you collapse forward onto him as much as you can, your head coming to rest in the cook of his neck. Your lips glide over his thigh while you ride him.
A few more squirming humps and a few more jerks of Zoroâs thigh up into your cunt  and youâre brought to your peak. You cum all over his thick thigh; youâre hot and sweaty, and Zoro is about to fuck you into oblivion.
âGot your pussy so wet on my thighâyou ready for my cock now, baby? You want the real thing? God, youâre such a mess. Câmere.â
He lifts you up and youâre straddling him now, his cock pressing at your entrance. He proceeds to fuck you slow and deep until youâre even more of a babbling, fucked-out mess. Then he finally lets you cum on his cock, and you return the favor by letting him cumming inside of you.
LUFFY
Youâre cuddling with Luffy, legs entangled. Youâre half asleep and Luffy is too.
His thigh is pressing on your crotch, and when he adjusts it, he inadvertently grinds his knee on your clit.
You let out a soft sound, kind of like a moan but not as intense. He does it again a few more times and you grab a fistful of his shirt. âLuffy.â
The idea hits him like lightning. He scoops you up from where youâre laying together and sits up, placing you on his thigh.
Heâs already hard, and as you blink the sleep out of your eyes, you pull him into a kiss. You feel his thigh under your panties and instinctively start grinding back and forth on it.
âHow does that feel?â He asks in all sincerity, and you respond back with a moan âfeels goodâ. Heâs always curious about what gets you offâhe thinks its hot to see you get flustered and needy.
âFuck Luffy, it feels so good.â
âWell keep going.â Heâs all smiles like usual, his hands on your hips, but his voice is getting gruffer. He notices how wet youâre getting.
Heâs getting harder by the minute. Something about seeing you get off on his thigh, of all things, is about to drive him feral.
He gets the idea to move his thigh up and downâmaybe it will make you feel even better. He likes to see you in bliss like this, it makes him want to rip all your clothes off and fuck you senseless.
Heâs holding off on touching himself right now because heâs too entranced by you haphazardly crashing your cunt on his thigh.
When you finally cum climax on his thigh, he picks you up and puts his cock in you. His voice is strained and husky. âMy turn.â
He fucks you until your eyes roll back in your head. Luffy can go round after round, no problem. You riding his thigh was the perfect appetizer to his main mealâcumming in you no less than three times. By the end of it youâre seeing stars and heâs grunting and groaning in your ear.
SANJI
cw: instance of âpretty girlâ and âneedy girlâ
Sanji thinks itâs so fucking hot that you want to ride his thigh.
You ask sheepishly and he becomes so excited he practically throws you over his knee.
The idea that youâre using him any part of him to get off makes him feel like heâs going crazy with desire.
He loves to feel your weight on his thigh. It makes him feel like heâs holding you, like youâre close together, like heâs supporting you in some way (which, technically, he is). It reminds him of when you sit on his face, and heâs hard just thinking about it.
He literally loves you so much that his heart melts any time you look at him. He blushes crimson and attends to your every want and need.
Canât overstate how excited he was to have you straddling his thigh.
When you start dragging your clit back and forth on his thigh, his heart skips a beat. He thinks youâre gorgeous and is intoxicated by your presence.
He just adores you and itâs apparent in his voice. He sweet talks you as you desperately start writhing on his thigh.
Heâs almost breathless. âWow.â
âJust like that my love.â
When the angle is right, heâll pull your face near his and caress your cheek with his thumb. He pulls you into delicate kisses, kisses your neck, and swipes his thumb over your lips.
âPretty girl so worked up riding my thigh.â His grip tightens on your hips as he gets more aroused. He was already rock hard when he initially put you on his thigh, and by now his erection is raging against his pants.
âYouâre getting my thigh so wet, beautiful. So fucking hot.â
He coaches and praises you through it. He calls you lovely things and uses his hands to slow down the pace of your thrusts. He wants you to ride him slowly until youâre begging him to let you go faster.
âMmm, you wish it was my cock instead, angel?â
Your cunt throbs and pulses as you increase the pressure on his thighâyour whines and keens go straight to his dick.
He occasionally reaches a hand up to smooth down your hair and pet your hair and cheeks. Heâs so obsessed with you itâs absurd.
âSo wet for me, baby. Does it feel good?â He coos in your ear, and it gives you goosebumps.
Sanji starts to bounce his thigh until youâre literally drooling with pleasure. "Go faster now, my love. Go faster." Your thighs start to shake and your slick is oozing on his thighs.
âYou look so gorgeous right now. Rutting all over my thighs, needy girl. Iâll fix you up just right, but I want you to cum before I fuck you. Okay?â
When you finally cum, he gives you more sloppy kisses. He picks you up by your waist and hips, carries you to the bed, and fucks you in missionary. Sanji does all the workâthink of it as a sort of reward for riding his thigh.
LAW
Law lowkey makes you ride his thigh.
You give him bedroom eyes and he knows immediately that you want him to rail you.
Law says noâsometimes he likes seeing you whine and beg for it.
Obviously, he gets immediately aroused at the thought of you pleading for his cock but today he wants something else.
âYou really want it? Iâm gonna need a little convincing today.â
You think that he just wants you to give him head, but he simply crosses his arms and says âthatâs not what I meant.â
When you ask him what he did mean, he tells you take off your pants and straddle his thigh.
âIf you want me to fuck you so bad, youâre going to work for it, sweetheart.â
Youâre confused as fuck and half naked. He tells you to put your hands on his shoulders, and then he puts his hands on your waist.
âWhat are you waiting for?â His look is deadpan, his tone is annoyed and cold, but behind those breath-taking eyes you see a fire roaring. Youâre not quite sure what he means, but youâre willing to do anything if it means that heâll put his cock in you later.
Law starts to bounce his knee and you immediately get the memo.
âLaw, you want me to get off on your thigh? Thatâs embarrassing.â
âI donât care what it is. Now move.â
He uses his leverage on your waist to push you down on his thigh while he bounces his knee. Your initial confusion is quickly thrown to the side as the friction on your clit builds.
Heat starts to pool in your core.
After a few moments of rubbing your throbbing cunt back and forth on Lawâs thigh, your panties start to saturate. You can see that Law is hard already.
When you start letting out needy puffs of breath and muted whines, Law canât help himself. He wants to see you as worked up as he can.
âPick up the pace, beautiful. Show me how badly you want it.â Law purrs, his voice is deep. Heâs trying to conceal how starving he is for your pleasure. He needs to keep himself in control so he can see you just how he wants you.
You start to rut your hips faster, dragging your sopping wet panties and humping his thigh. Youâre so wet that itâs seeping through his pants.
âLaw, I want it.â You're begging.
âAnd what would that be?â
âYour cock. In me. Please Law.â
âIs that so? Youâll have to make do with this. Iâll fuck you after you cum.â
He smirks. You didnât take long to get this desperate.
He bounces his thigh again and you start moaning his nameâthat heat and need building on your core are ready to explode.
âAre you going to cum on my thigh or what?â
He pushes your hips down forcefully and bounces his leg harder. It hits your clit and folds just right.
You cum aggressively, basically screaming his name. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders. Itâs an overwhelming, all-encompassing feeling of pleasure. Unreal.
His bulge presses on his pants, painfully tight, and he knows that heâs about to fuck you until you canât talk anymore.
âThatâs more like it. Now take those off panties and let me put my cock in you.â
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thatâs all for this one :3 here's my masterlist if you're curious! and here's the initial request/my response~
ohoho? thigh riding, you say? >:3c may I request some headcanons of that with characters of your choice?
woooow anon thank u sm for this, this was amazing to write because I have a burning passionate love for man thighs. They are among my favorite things⌠I think I have a fetish for them or smth because I really really like them, could stare at a nice hairy thick pair of thighs for literal hours. >///<
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