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youâll find it in a dresser drawer
billy hargrove x fem!reader
gif by @suledins
word count: 2,550
warnings: mainly fluff and romantic stuff, a little bit of suggestiveness at the start, playful banter/swearing/name-calling (itâs all out of love)
synopsis: on a journey to declutter your little home, you and billy find lots of memories on the past and sit down to reminisce.
a/n: my bestie girl @clovermunson put this idea into my head actual ages ago, and i finally managed to get it done!! besides, we could all use a little love and care right about now <33
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âBILLY!â
The shower cuts off, leaving only the sound of water dripping from your loofah, down the ends of your hair.Â
âHuh!â Billy shouts, already making his way towards the bathroom. He doesnât need a verbal cueâthe tone of your voice is enough. Each lilt you take on tells him what heâs walking into.
Youâve hastily wrapped a towel around your midsection, and he walks in on you waving your leg around in his direction. âI shaved my legs.â
Billy laughs heartily. He leans down, cupping the back of your calf with one hand so he can kiss the skin of your shin. âThatâs what you were doinâ in here all this time? Thought maybe you were rubbinâ one out or something.â He winks, dragging his hand up your now very smooth leg.Â
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him lift you over the rim of the tub, setting you down securely on the bath mat. âYou know Iâm too loyal to the fancy shower head for all that manual labor.â You smack a sweet, slightly damp kiss on Billyâs lips. âBut seriously, arenât you impressed? I donât remember the last time I shaved them.â
He drags his hand up your knee. âIâm so impressed. Even more that you managed to go without a nick.â
Your eyes crinkle up with the biggest smile, reserved just for him. âI know, right?â You lean your head back, allowing Billy to kiss at your shoulder where heâs been nosing at you this entire time.Â
âSmell good,â he mumbles.Â
âI used the same things as always, pretty.â
Billyâs thumb presses gently under your chin, molding you so he can kiss right where your collar bones meet. âAlways smell good. Could eat you right up.â
âMaybe later?â you quip, sneaking out from his hold. He drags his gaze up your legs as you go. Six years in and he still looks at every part of you like itâs the first time.Â
âNo doubt, pretty girl. When youâre dressed you wanna help me with this box?â
ââCourse! Iâll just be a minute.â
The both of you have made it your mission to sort through every room in your little house. Itâs not much, but thereâs plenty of room and you take good care of it. Billyâs had more fun painting than heâd ever admit, and he helped you set up flower boxes so you had something to take care of.Â
The lone hallway closet, the bane of your existence, was your last task. The one youâd been avoiding. A small, dark hell of clutter. Tubs full of trinkets and memories from you or Billy or both. Extra blankets, board games. Anything that didnât have a home, or that youâd just rather not deal with on any given day.Â
You slip on an oversized sweatshirt youâre sure youâve had since college and a pair of Billyâs boxer shorts. He never wears this pair anyhow, and who are you to leave them gathering dust in the back of a dresser drawer.
Billy hears your bare feet pad against the hardwoods. You reach for a pillow, meaning to prop yourself up on it.Â
Billy grunts. You look up, where heâs motioning towards his lap with his free hand. The one not flipping through what looks like a smaller box full of pictures. You comply, walking over to him. He reaches upward, big hands holding onto your hips as he coaxes you down between his legs, your back resting against his chest.Â
âHair smells good,â he mumbles, kissing the nape of your neck. He always tells you how good you smell. You never tell him that you always use the same things and, therefore, always smell the same.Â
âThank you,â you say. He pushes the thick cotton of your sweatshirt aside, the pilling fabric catching on his calloused fingertips. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and sets the material back where it was.Â
Your teeth close around the inside of your cheek, hiding the giddy smile that threatens to appear. You lean forward just a bit, your gaze catching on a pile of photographs that look like they got developed and then set away, their finishes as pristine as if youâd just pulled them out of the paper envelope.Â
You suck in a breath. Billyâs hand drags up and down your freshly shaved and moisturized knee fondly.Â
âAre these the ones from the disposables?â
Billy grabs a handful of the glossy paper. âThink so. Remember you asked me to get them developed when we moved? So we didnât take shit we didnât need.â
âYeah. I meant to buy an album for âem. Thought it seemed very grown up of us to have a photo book.âÂ
âEven more grown up to leave it disassembled.â
You gaze over your shoulder and lock eyes with Billy. Heâs got his bottom lip between his teeth, the first signs of a laugh at the corners of his eyes. You snort.
You grab the photos from his hand, along with the rest, and shift so you can spread them out on the floor between you. The first thought that comes to mind is how your living room floor desperately needs a rug. But then you catch a glimpse of someoneâs tummy against a bright, summer sky.Â
Your index finger and thumb press against the corner of the paper, lifting it closer. Itâs a picture of Billy and you at the beach, the date scrawled messily in his chicken scratch writing along the back: 07/26/91
In the photo, Billy stands under a tilted umbrella, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun, the other pointing at the camera. You remember now that heâd been trying to get you to look at Robin, because she was trying to take your picture. Thereâs a cocky smirk on his face and a smear of sunscreen on his neck.Â
Youâre wearing a pair of overalls, but one of the straps is falling down since theyâre two sizes too big, your one piece swimsuit showing from underneath. The bottle in your hand and cream on your fingers all act as evidence towards your attempt to protect your boyfriend from the sun.
âI donât remember Robin taking this,â you laugh, grinning up at Billy, more than pleased to know you have this moment captured forever.Â
âI do,â Billy says, flipping the image over to look at the date he saw you glance at seconds before. âShe took about a thousand pictures that day. Iâm surprised there arenât more. And I remember writing this when it got printed.â
He turns it toward you once again, pointing out a small line of script at the bottom youâd failed to see before. My pretty girl, it reads.Â
You lean forward and kiss him, squeezing his cheeks between your hands because you know he hates it when you do but he looks too damn cute to resist.
Thereâs a couple of photos mixed in that are olderâsome from high school, a few baby pictures. You snag one of Billy from prom.
âThis Billy would never have been such a sap.âÂ
He glances at the picture. Heâd rented a tux. Worn a red button up underneath it. No tie, no corsage or anything. He wasnât going to go, but he got in his car about half an hour after it started and drove himself there because youâd mentioned you were going with a couple of friends.Â
âThatâs because he also kinda had a stick up his ass,â Billy mumbles, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth.Â
âEven a cute ass like that couldnât repel that big âol stick.â You wink, looking at the other prom pictures. Billy pinches your thigh but it only makes you chuckle.
Thereâs a strip of you and Robin from the photo booth, her hair all frizzy, your forehead glistening with sweat. One awkward picture of you and Billy in front of the pitiful backdrop the student council had put together. Both of your smiles are soft, but itâs obvious neither of you were really comfortable with one another yet. What with the way his hand sits on your rib cage, one of yours on his hip and the other hidden in the tulle of your dress.Â
âYou know I bought my first push-up bra for that night?â
Billyâs trademark cocky grin appears. âWhat?â
âI had Robin help me pick out a push-up bra because I was hoping to impress you. I thought maybe if my boobs looked good youâd think I was hot and we could be more than classroom friends. The bra ended up leaving my ribs sore for days after, but my boobs did look good.â
Billy looks pointedly at your boobs in the photo. âThey really did. But I already thought you were hot. Why else would I have come in the first place?â
You blink at him. âI dunno, to do like, anything else?â He laughs at your remark. âI figured you wanted to party afterwards or that maybe there was a girl you wanted to see afterwards.â
Billy holds up a photo of you at your college graduation. He cried that day, watching you walk. He thinks you donât know, but you could tell.Â
âI did. Sheâs right in front of me.â
He passes you a picture from Halloween two years ago. You were Tiffany Valentine and he was Charles Lee Ray. It was much easier to convince Billy to wear a trench coat and go without shaving for a few days than to even attempt putting him in a Chucky costume.Â
âQuit fuckinâ with me, baby. You did not want me when we were in high school. Donât you remember how awkward I was every time we worked on something together?â
Billy leans forward, his lips hovering inches from yours. âYou werenât awkward. I just saw a girl I wouldâve sold my soul for because she was so perfect.â He laughs when you try to pull away from his kiss, a result of that cheesy line. You kiss him back all the same.
âYou realize weâre not sorting through this box at all?â You say, that matter of fact tone in your voice. âWeâre reminiscing. Letâs set the photos aside and finish, yeah? Then we can put them into albums.â
Billy gives you a two finger salute. âYes maâam.â
The both of you spend the next few minutes sorting. Thereâs receipts from years past, piles of number two pencils left from college, stray earring backs, a couple scraps of fabric from when youâd tried to take up sewing. You even find a couple of textbooksâsome possibly stolen from the library of Hawkins High SchoolâBillyâs birth certificate, a spare key to his car.Â
Just when you reach the bottom, you spot a little wooden box. Youâre not sure what it is, but based on the size youâd guess it might be for trinkets or it could have had Billyâs college ring in it.Â
You glance over your shoulder at him where heâs sorting through a stack of papers, every once in a while scratching the tip of a pen against a spare piece to see if itâs got ink in it. You donât think heâs paying you any mind.Â
You place your thumb nail under the ledge of the box where it has the smallest groove in it where itâs meant to be opened. You open it haphazardly, with a sharp snap as the hinge widens.Â
Your breath catches when your thumb grazes velvet and you realize thereâs something inside. Youâre too curious, too focused, to notice that Billy has moved closer to you, that heâs now watching your face for any emotion you might show, his own heart smacking against his ribcage.Â
He thought this was a clever way to do it. The least stressful one he could think of, anyhow. He knows you donât like much spectacle and figured keeping it intimate like this would be best for both of you, really.
The box opens with a small click and your eyes start to go all teary, despite the fact that you havenât registered whatâs happening or even looked at Billy or even looked at the damn thing youâre holding.Â
The ring is simple: itâs thin silver, with a small, diamond shaped emerald front and center, the prongs and basket twisting gently so that it almost looks like theyâre hugging the stone. Itâs not too much, but itâs gorgeous. Itâs you. Unmistakably.Â
You turn to look at Billy. He smiles at you, his eyes all gentle.
âYou fucking dickhead,â you say, your voice thick with emotion. He laughs.Â
His hand comes to rest on your cheek, thumb caressing away any stray tears. Heâs doing his best not to cry himself. âWhat do you think, huh?âÂ
You look down at the ring and back at him. Down and back at him. âItâs so pretty.â
âFitting for such a pretty girl,â Billy says. Youâd smack him if you werenât so busy crying. He gently removes it from your hand, holding it out to you.Â
âSo, babydoll, howâd you feel about marrying me?â
Your eyes flick back and forth between his. You let out a giggle. âYouâre not on one knee, Billy.â
He shifts awkwardly into the âproperâ position and you both stare at each other, the beginnings of a hysterical laughing fit on either of your faces. Youâd think someone had just made a âyour momâ jokeânot that you were being proposed to.Â
A tear chooses that moment to escape your lash line.Â
âI bought this for you about a week ago,â Billy starts. âI couldnât have it too long because I knew Iâd have a panic attack. I went to four different jewelry stores until I saw this one. I remembered, when Robin proposed to her girlfriend, that you said youâd always loved emeralds. Thought diamonds were overrated. And you always gravitate towards that color stuff in the store, yâknow?â
âLike that dress you bought on sale for your birthday or the blanket for the couch. Iâm hoping youâll like this one.â He looks down at the ring and back up at you. âI love you, you know that? I know you know that. And I think lately Iâve just realized that I shouldnât wait for good shit to go down. I donât need to, especially when I can make it happen.â
âI want you for the rest of forever. Me and you. So really, what do you think? You wanna marry me?â
You blink at him. âDunno. Juryâs out. Could take a while to reach a verdict.âÂ
He laughs into your hair, one arm wrapping around the small of your back, the other cradling your head. This feeling right here, of being held, is something youâll never get over. The way his body feels wrapped around yours. A lifetime of this safety? Duh.Â
You slide your hand under his shirt and gently scratch his back. His skin is always so warm.Â
âOf course I do, you fucking dumbass,â you mutter, watery eyes overtaking your every sense. Then you kiss him on the cheek and whisper into his ear, âHonestly kinda felt like we were married already anyhow. Now I just have a pretty token of your affection, too.â
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Trafalgar Law and Faith
Pre-emptive warning this is going to be another LONG metapost/analysis. Thereâs a lot I could talk about here but for the sake of structure Iâm going to split this into three sections, i.e. the main âfaith transitionsâ that Law has gone through in the narrative thus far: 1. Flevance (catalyst for loss of religious faith), 2. Corasan (martyr that figuratively and literally saves law by giving him something to live for, introducing the will of D.), and 3. Luffy (cementing faith in this new belief system and regaining trust in the goodness of humanity through the living embodiment of everything Corasan believed in).
Before we get into all that though, letâs establish that Christianity is a thing in one piece. Speedrunning through some visual examples that come to mind; the Flevance church and nun (holding a celtic cross - censored in the anime version), a nun literally praying to God right before Marineford, Vinsmoke Soraâs grave marked with a cross (is op Christianity a northern thing?), Usopp and Chopper having crucifixes and holy water whenever ghostly stuff is brought up, Kuma and his trusty bible, the religious symbols on Kikokuâs hilt (could instead be more a reference to the Red Cross/symbol of humanitarian and medical aid as a doctor) and especially in whatever Mihawkâs got going on (though this could just be a Japanese cultural thing with Christianity being a minority religion or Oda just finding that some of the iconography, yâknow. looks cool). There are also many other references to other religions e.g. hinduism, shintoism, buddhism, etc. Whether op forms of religion are the same as the real-world ones is debatable, and yes, Law being canonically raised as a devout catholic schoolboy with all the religious trauma associated with that is comical, but letâs take it all unironically for a hot minute. For fun.Â
1. Flevance
Lawâs birthplace (Flevance) is described as being, at one point, âa very wealthy country with an unearthly beauty about it, with pure white soil and plants, like some kind of snow kingdom in a fairy tale.â The countryâs wealth came from the very bedrock it sits on â white lead, which could be used to make various high quality products like tableware, cosmetics, weapons etc. When the wider world heard about this everyone wanted a piece of Flevance (the World Government also getting involved with distribution), and very quickly white lead became a âbottomless well of moneyâ. So, hooray. Law gets to grow up in a rich city in a big house with educated doctor parents and probably gets to go to private school on weekdays and festivals with his family on weekends. One problem. In their greed, the Government and royalty have been knowingly hiding the truth about this supposed goldmine from the beginning. White lead is a toxic poison. Mining it from the ground over the last century and putting it in so many everyday products has resulted in it accumulating in the citizensâ bodies and leading to amber lead sickness, shortening their life-span with each successive generation â with the children of Lawâs generation fated to die out before they reach adulthood.
In the bible (especially in the old testament), God often inflicted these insanely disastrous events upon humanity, usually as some kind of punishment for their wrongdoings or as a test of their faith. Some events of which include (but are not limited to): famine, outbreaks of disease and natural disasters (e.g. hail, wildfire, earthquakes, floods). Historically, these stories played a key role in how humanity interpreted meaning from horrible disasters (e.g. assuming bubonic plague was sent as a punishment by god). Fire imagery is very common among these disasters as a representation for hell, which is clearly reflected in the destruction of Flevance.
Sometimes these disasters had sole survivors act as messengers for God. With that context, letâs put ourselves back in the shoes of a ten-year old Law. Raised religious, freshly traumatised from losing his home, his devout family, all the comforts of his life, and having the outside world completely abandon him, this kind of event is likely going to be processed as some form of divine punishment. Law stumbles through hell, finds all his dead classmates, and the last words of sister nun echo through to him here. Merciful and salvation are huge catholic buzzwords â promises of holy compassion, deliverance and hope â and all of it fire and smoke and riddled with bullet holes before him. A genocide funded, perpetuated and covered up by the same body Law was promised was there to save them. And the only reason Law hadnât died with them was because he wanted to stay with his little sister Lami, who was on her deathbed, and his parents, who were themselves trying to help the afflicted citizens, Lawâs own father (before he was shot and killed alongside his mother) begging for more doctors, fresh blood, anything the world can offer, and asking âWhy doesnât the government announce to everyone that white lead is not infectious?â
Oftentimes (and in the case of Law), when thereâs a promise of heavenly intervention or some miracle that doesnât follow through, it results in an ultimate feeling of betrayal and anger. Unfortunately a lot of Catholic teachings also use a lot of guilt, essentially teaching people that the bad things that happen to you are your fault and there needs to be some sort of penance (queue Lawâs survivorâs guilt that carries on down the road). But also, if this was supposed to be some divine punishment, for what exactly? For the town being blinded by the incredible wealth they were sitting on? Being lied to? Continuing to extract their livelihood, ignorant of its dangers? Punishment for who? His parents? His innocent little sister? For ten year-old Law? These people who believed in God, who were good people? Thatâs fucking stupid. None of these people suffered and died for any reason at all â certainly not for a sacred one. God hadnât saved a single one of them. Law had to crawl out of hell himself by sneaking over the border under a mound of corpses.
Given everything that happened here, Law has every reason to fall into nihilism, and you can see how his upbringing wouldâve bred a lot of the feelings of guilt, anger and resentment that you still see in Law (which would suggest that though this is where he likely cuts ties with the religious/Catholic component of his faith, growing up with these teachings in his formative years would definitely influence underlying beliefs about how the world works, and how Law behaves and subconsciously processes information), but at the same time, thereâs usually some form of redemption and changes to how these patterns of behaviour can be approached later down the line.
2. Corasan
Fresh off witnessing his whole world burning down around him, Law meets Corazon at the very bottom of this pit of self-destructive rage and unprocessed grief. Rosinante himself mentions to Sengoku that the hatred in Law at this time reminded him of his brother, but beyond the anger, harsh pessimism, vengefulness, I think you have to reach to find similarities between them. You can see some fragments of Doffy in Law down the line at times, with Law seeming to enjoy violence (especially against the navy, but given what they did to Flevance, itâs some well-deserved retribution for Law imo), but Iâm not so sure itâs the cruelty so much as it is the high he gets off his own flavour of justice. Doctorâs Hippocratic oath maybe, but never once does Law like seeing others die (even at this point, heâs in tears next to a dead body, even though heâs the one holding the knife), and later on in Wano he makes it explicitly clear to Zoro that heâd rather see the mission fail than have any of them end up dead. Â
Little Law wanted to destroy the world and everything in it, but thinking rationally, what other choice did this kid have? He had no remaining family, was doomed to die before he hit puberty due to a terminal illness, was perceived as an infectious subhuman that most doctors wouldâve sooner tried to exterminate than help. To Law, the world had turned its back on him â considering him a monster for simply surviving. He has all this hatred and pain boiling away with him with no tangible target to direct it towards. And this is the first clear cut rejection of faith that we see in Law. Any concept of a merciful God had just died. What God would allow this? Why is Law alive (a question that he repeats to himself throughout his life), why are these scumbags alive, why is the world going on spinning as if nothing has happened when his whole world had gone up in flames, why does anyone at all get to be here when everything I loved is gone? And itâs far easier to fall into a despondent nihilistic stupor than it is to work through any of that, and whatâs the point in trying to process and move on from it, when thereâs no hope for a future for Law anyway? When the only thing waiting ahead is more pain? What was this, if not a punishment? Heâs supposed to be some messenger for God? How about fuck God, or whatever entity that exists that made him suffer this. Lawâs not going to be a messenger for shit, thanks, heâd rather be their monster, heâd rather watch the world burn.
Corazon survives Lawâs stabbing and doesnât rat the little shit out (to Lawâs confusion). Itâs business as usual for another two years, then, one day Rosinante overhears his true name - Trafalgar âDâ Water Law, and everything changes. On the back of his own beliefs, Rosinante dedicates himself to making sure Law a) lives and b) doesnât become his brother. Lawâs relatively short six month stint with Corasan forms the basis of Lawâs new creed going forward, and all it took was a bit of kindness, love and humanity when the rest of the world had abandoned him. In the end Rosinante doesnât save Law for the will of D. and the storm heâs predicted to bring in the future (as Law suspects), but he certainly believes in it, and the strength of Corasanâs conviction transfers right over to Law when he forces the ope ope fruit down the kidâs throat to heal him, tells Law he loves him, then sacrifices himself to set Law free.
Law clings to that love he was given, he takes all these fundamental teachings and ways of thinking in regards to faith that were drilled into him during his youth, rejects the religion element and applies just about everything else to Corasan. He holds onto the last shreds of what Corasan leaves him with. Corasan becomes his âbenefactorâ (he gave my my heart), his saviour, his martyr.Â
And the crazy thing is, Rosinante was never really this saint Law makes him out to be. Law hated the clutz when they first met (mostly on account of Corazon throwing him through a glass window down at least two stories and into a pile of scrap). Corazon initially showed nothing but contempt for his presence (to ward him and the other children away from the Donquixote family, but these are still extreme measures). And it wasnât until after learning Lawâs name that Rosinante dragged him kicking, crying and screaming from hospital to burning hospital (not very saintlike in of itself), even after Law begged him to stop. Rosinante became Lawâs saviour partly because of his belief in the will of D., and probably due to some guilt being a Donquixote, but mostly because he has always had a bleeding heart and he pitied (and had very quickly come to love) this angry, sick, deeply lost little kid. All this to say that Lawâs faith in Corasan â this saintlike figure Law upholds him as in the future and the lengths heâs willing to go to avenge him/fulfil Rosinanteâs purpose reflects the strength of the absolute beliefs Law wouldâve been raised with in regards to God. Â
Whether it be out of survivorâs guilt (just one more body to heap on top of the Flevance pile), his love for Corasan, or for the sake of taking vengeance on the man that took away the one good thing heâd been able to regain in his miserable life, Law adopts Corasanâs will, the will of D. (which in of itself seems divine in nature), incorporates it into his new belief system, actively takes on the role of the divine punisher/justiciar and dedicates his life to bringing down Doflamingo.
3. Luffy
Catholicism dictates that the entirety of someoneâs beliefs should be dedicated to one true cause (that cause being God) and expects people to ride on that, letting it carry them through life, give them hope, purpose, etc. But a lot of former Catholics choose instead to find that through something else. Corasan ignited the spark in Lawâs faith around the will of D., but itâs not until he meets Luffy that this really becomes something that feels tangible and real for Law.
When Law saved Luffy in Marineford (putting the heart crew in danger for a stranger he met once), he said he did so âon a whimâ, but that seems incredibly ooc for Law â this man that pretty much planned out how the rest of his life would go after the dust of Corasanâs death settled and he came to terms with the fact he wasnât going to die at age thirteen like heâd originally thought. Circling back to the concept of Law being a sole survivor/messenger for God, it is interesting that Law is the one to seek out Luffy (given that Luffy is usually always the one either being abandoned by people or recruiting his crewmates), and Law is ultimately the catalyst for pulling him towards Dressrosa and Wano. There must be a REASON that led to Law deciding Luffy to be the most viable option out of the Worst Generation for an alliance (beyond blind trust in an unhinged captain that just so happens to also bear the initial D, and Luffy being one of the few captains crazy enough to go along with what Law was cooking up).Â
Law undoubtedly wouldâve kept a peripheral eye on Luffy for some time before officially meeting him due to him being a rising competitor pirate and another âDâ (I imagine the news of his utterly insane exploits wouldâve made good reading material, too). The first time Law lays eyes on Luffy in Sabaody though, he still blows all expectations out of the water â crashing headfirst into the crowd of a slave auction and immediately committing a felony against a member of the most powerful upper one percent.
The world nobles are at an âuntouchable Godâ tier in terms of class standing and believe itâs only natural for them to be entitled to whatever and whoever they want in this world thatâs beneath them â the same kind of self-aggrandizing false divinity that Law has a a lot of repressed rage towards and that the will of D. is fated to oppose, so this, understandably, is a highly compelling first encounter, but itâs really only an initiating factor for what ultimately draws Law to Luffy. From their very first meeting (and probably before then, in the news stories and rumours Law likely picked up on), itâs made abundantly clear that Luffy does what he wants without a secondâs hesitation, no matter the consequences, simply because he feels it is the right thing to do. Some call this an iron will, Law would be more inclined to call it willful stupidity and trouble, but time after time Luffy somehow manages to pull off what Law would best describe as âmiraclesâ. And Law believes the straw hats just might be the ones to drum up another one for him.
Luffyâs also got a lot of passing resemblances to Corasan going for him, e.g. inherently kind, compassionate liberators with big dumb hearts and wide goofy smiles in spite of everything theyâve been through, treating Law as nakama and saving his life despite his protests etc. All of which Iâm sure Law hasnât been completely unaffected by despite the high walls he puts up. And the more Law learned about Luffy the more it probably became clear that he is the antithesis to Doflamingo, i.e. what makes Luffy so goddamn dangerous and terrifying beyond his physical power is his ability to make friends with a simple kind of unconditional love that gets reciprocated enough so that these friends are willing to die for him.
Luffy agrees to the alliance, they successfully blow up Caesarâs base, and head off to Dressrosa. Nowâs the time I should bring up that itâs taught in Catholicism that self sacrifice is the ultimate heavenly deed, and here Law is undoubtedly prepared to be a martyr for his cause. Law sends away his crew to Zou before Punk Hazard with the expectations that heâd never see them. He cultivates a fierce emotional detachment against Luffyâs willingness to bring him into the fold of the straw hats, and is resolute in that when the time comes, he will handle this himself, he will carry out Corasanâs will, and if he has to die for it, he will die with Corazonâs name plastered on his back. (Note here that Christianity is contradictory in that Law being this ready to die here is a sin, because revenge and suicide are highly discouraged, so you could say that by avenging and dying for his saviour, Law would be committing both the ultimate sacrifice and the ultimate sin). Â
Things get very dicey for Law in Dressrosa, to put it lightly. Doflamingo reveals that he was a celestial dragon (linking back into the will of D. âenemy of the Godsâ notion), puts Law on the backfoot and gives him a thorough beating before shooting Law with a couple dozen white lead bullets in front of Luffy (because even when heâs winning Doffy loves to be a cunt about it). By the time Doflamingo is cuffing Law to the heart seat, itâs all looking pretty grim, and itâs very apparent when Luffy shows up to save him, that he is ready to die.Â
Law here has given up. He spent years planning his revenge for Corasan, but he lost, and he has very little left in the tank (physically, emotionally, spiritually). But Luffy doesnât listen. Luffy who doesnât think, doesnât care, who trampled all over Lawâs carefully laid out plan from the get-go and who is willing to take on Doflamingo single handedly for the simple slight that he dared to harm Luffyâs friend Law. Law will never find peace in his own demise because Luffy doesnât do peaceful. He does loud and unashamed and open with no rhyme or reason other than the excruciatingly simply fact that he loves people and he thinks the people he loves deserve to have good lives. Luffy chucks Law over his shoulder and drags an injured Law across the city despite his protests (sound familiar?) and in the process inspires the fighting spirit in Law again.
When Law confronts Doflamingo again with Luffy in tow, Lawâs faith in Luffy confounds him. The last Doflamingo remembers of Law is this beautifully moldable dark pit of grief and rage whoâd given up on believing, period â who wanted the world destroyed. Not so long ago, Law had been a candidate for Doflamingoâs next protĂ©gĂ©. Now?
THIS is the action (grinning, staring down the barrel of a gun, flipping Doffy off as he tells him in not so many words that he may kill Law but he will never beat Luffy), Lawâs unshakeable faith in the face of his own death is what has Doflamingo realising he will never regain control of Law again â is what incites Doflamingo to go from breaking Law down so he can build him back up again, to conceding defeat and outright killing him.Â
The trust that Luffy inspires in Law and the way he talks about Luffy (Luffy being this powerful, miracle-inducing liberator that Law canât comprehend but follows anyway, Law laying down his hopes on him, weaponizing the will of D. to try and provoke fear from Doffy), is very reminiscent of the awe and faith talked about in scripture. Law discovers the feelings of comfort and hope that Catholicism was supposed to give him in Luffy, but Lawâs belief in Luffy is a direct rejection of those teachings. Rejection by believing in a real life person as opposed to the divinity he was taught about. Heâs also cementing his belief in the will of D., thus rejecting Doflamingo and all the people that embody the sort of âall powerfulâ divinity that he abhors (i.e. celestial dragons, Kaido, the GorĆsei/five elders) for the embodiment of hope and humanity.Â
When Law survives (again), he expresses heâd rather see Luffy beat Doflamingo with his own eyes or die with Luffy if he loses than leave. Then he watches, after all this talk of miracles, looking up in reverence as Luffy delivers, bright as the sun, haloed by the bars of a cage thatâs haunted him for over a decade, Corasanâs words echoing at the back of his mind. God had never saved or freed Law, but Corasan was there for him, the heart crew was there, Luffy was there. And this is Lawâs biggest, clearest rejection of religion â this newfound faith in humanity.Â
This faith in Luffy is put to the test again in Wano when Luffy is struck down by Kaido, but Law never truly stops believing that heâll make a comeback. Even when the straw hats doubt whether heâs alive or not, something tells him Luffyâs not dead, and he holds onto that hope.Â
We also have the whole nika/joyboy backstory which really only reinforces all of this imagery/god-fearing looks of awe from Law and this idea of Luffy who is this perfect juxtaposition of empathetic and kind to incredibly fearsome fire and brimstone fighter. And regardless of whether youâre into the ship or not this is the impetus of Lawâs relationship with Luffy for me, because hereâs Luffy who has every right to have a chip on his shoulder and be downtrodden about all the injustices against him, hereâs this little guy who against all odds, in the darkest of places, embodies light and hope and kindness and proves to Law that there will be hard times but there IS a happy ending at the end of the tunnel, despite it all. And everytime Luffy rises to the insurmountable challenge and wins, it just further cements that the will of D. is alive, that Corasan was right, that there's something redeemable in Law, a reason why he was worth saving, even if Law doesnât understand it quite yet.Â
#merry christmas law religious trauma be upon ye#whatâs an endearing idiot to a non-believer#long post#favourite character thesis statement. or something#ive been wanting to talk about this for a while but just been gathering my thoughts#will preface all this by saying I was not born or raised religious but the conceptâs all very compelling from an outsiderâs perspective#but I have had conversations about this to people like lesbianluffy who *were* raised catholic and relate to this experience#who I have to thank a lot for helping me wrap my head around this#this is a compilation of thoughts and conversations over the last two or so months#one piece#op#CJ's op watch-through#trafalgar law#monkey d. luffy#donquixote rosinante#donquixote corazon#monkey d luffy#lawlu#trafalgar d water law#gear 5 luffy#sun god nika#wano spoilers#lulaw#op meta#op analysis#one piece analysis
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hi can you write rafe x wife. Happily married and have 3 teen kids. Sons friends comes over and talks about mom as milf( idk maybe something else up to u) and Rafe and his wife hear it! Then Rafe f*cks her
of course I can!!
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Pairing: husband!rafe x wife!reader
Warnings: SMUT, language, p in v, fingering, no mentions of protection (be safe, wrap it before u tap it!), breeding kink, dirty talk, possessive/jealous Rafe.
Feel free to send more reqs! Thinking of doing dad!Rafe so send me things youâd like to see! Or more husband!rafe idm! Anything!
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Just getting home from work, you got out of your Range Rover. Collecting your handbag, laptop and some papers from the back seat.
You headed into yours and Rafeâs estate. Walking through the front door. You already knew your three sons had friends over. Your eldest, Cody had asked you over text. You slip your heels off by the door and walk through the large foyer and over to the spacious living room. You smiled as you saw your boys Cody (17), Morgan (16) and Ollie (14 1/2). You spoke âhey boys, you all having fun?â They all said their âheysâ and âyeah, thanksâ.
You subtly noticed the way their friends eyed you up. Teenage boys never really cared if you saw them checking woman out. Well, these lot didnât. You looked over to the attached large kitchen, smiling as you see Rafe.
You walked over, putting your things onto the counter. Rafe was leaning forward. His elbows on the counter as he watched the tv from the kitchen as your sons and their friends had soccer on. You walked over to Rafe. Smiling as you put your hand on his back. âHey, love, you ok?â He turns his head to look at you. His famous grin plastered on his face. âYeah, all good, howâs work?â He pulls you by the waist. Giving you a soft but firm kiss, showing you how much he missed you since you left this morning. You pull away to answer âgood, made some great photos today, all I have to do is change the lighting and tone..â he smiled and pecked your lips âgood, can I watch it while you do it?â
Rafe loved what you did. You were a photographer for models, perfume/jewellery commercials or fashion designers. You took the photos and edited them to put on magazines or advertisements. He loved how much you enjoyed your job to.
You nodded âof course, Rafeyâ he smiled âgood girl..â you pecked his cheek.
You sat at the island counter, going through the photos on your laptop. As Rafe leaned against the counter, arms crossed, taking the occasional sip from his drink.
You both overheard Cody and his friend talk. His friend, Jack, asked âdude, is that your older sister or something?â Cody asked âwho?â Jack replied âthe one thatâs in the kitchen with your dad.â Cody shook his head ânah man, thatâs my mom.â Jack replied âno fucking way?? Sheâs so hot, dude, your mom is such a milf, no joke.â
Rafe practically chocked on his drink, as your eyes widen and press your hand to your forehead. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. What did Jack just say? You couldnât be going mad, Rafe heard the same thing.
Cody spoke âshut up! Donât say that!â Jack shrugged nonchalantly âdude, Iâm just saying, Iâd tap that if I could.â
Your eyes widen, Rafeâs jaw clenched. Rafe didnât need to be and wasnât jealous⊠not exactly⊠he just didnât like the fact that a seventeen year old friend of your sons had just said that about you⊠his wife, the mother of his children, his childhood friend, his loverâŠ
Through the rest of the day, Rafe stuck to your side. Youâd changed into some sweats and a crop top. Once you were done you both sat on the couch; Rafe next to you. He had his arm around you the whole time. Occasionally kissing your cheek or temple. Showing the boys, your his. Heâs the one that put that beautiful diamond ring on your finger. Heâs the one that put three beautiful and handsome boys in you. He helped you create life. Heâs the one that gives you happiness.
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Soon after, the sun started to set. Your three sons had asked both Rafe and yourself if they could stay the night at one of the boys house. Rafe agreed and told them to be safe and have fun.
As soon as he had shut that front door. You were in for a real treat tonight. Rafe walked back over to the couch. He put his one knee on the seat and he placed a hand on the side of your neck. His cold metal of his rings and watch press gently into your warm neck. He crashes his lips into yours like a starved man. His tongue quick to be shoved into your mouth. You knew what he was up to. You could tell it from the exact moment Codyâs friend said what he said about you.
You knew Rafe since day one, knew him better than he knew himself. So you knew what he was doing. And you were definitely not complaining.
Rafe placed one hand one your thigh and guided you so you laid back on the couch. While he stayed on top of you. He groaned against your lips. He mumbled ââm gonna make you feel so good, babyâ you gasped softly when you feel Rafeâs hips press against yours. He puts his free hand from your thigh, moving it to the waistband of your sweats.
Putting his hand down your sweats he could feel the material of your panties and your soft, wet skin. He groaned âyou wearing the black lace ones?â You nodded. He grinned âall fâmeâŠmineâ you mumbled âyes, RafeyâŠâ
His fingers slowly move up and down against your heat. You moaned softly. You gasp when you felt his middle finger slip in. He tilted his head and started to kiss along your neck. He groaned, his finger slowly pulling in and out. As he inhaled the sent of your vanilla perfume, he groaned once again. He mumbled against your soft skin âfeel so good on my finger, want another, babe?â You nodded. He replied âwords. y/n.â You whispered âanother, please, Rafeâ he slipped his ring finger in. Causing you to gasp softly.
After a few more seconds he pulled his fingers out. You whimpered, he grinned âoh we arenât done, just wanna take you upstairs⊠prefer the bed.â Your mouth practically waters as you watch him move his fingers to his mouth. Cleaning you off his digits.
He picks you up, over his shoulder. Taking you upstairs and not wasting anymore time.
Placing you down on the bed, he was quick to take your clothes off. All piece of clothing on the floor. While he starts to take his off, you watched in awe. Your reaction to him will always be the same. Itâs like looking at him for the first time, over and over. You never got tired of him. Never have and never will.
You watched as he was swift to remove his boxers. His huge length springing free. He moved onto the bed. His lips go to yours as his hand moves to his length. Pumping it a few times, then lining up with your entrance. You gasp as he started to push in. Once he was all the way in he leaned over you. His chain dangles by your chin. His hands either side of your shoulders. His biceps flex as he looks down at you.
âYouâre so pretty under me, sweetheart.â You moaned softly as he slowly started to move in and out. He chuckled lowly âyou know, what the boys said⊠was right..â he groaned. âYou are a milf⊠my milf⊠such a hot momma, baby⊠I know you want another⊠want me to give you one?â You moaned as he picked up the pace a little more. âWords, sweetheart.â You nodded âyes, fuck! Want anotherâŠâ
He moaned hearing your words, âfuck Y/n, Iâll give you another⊠Iâll fill you up, make your baby bump come back. Love you baby bumps⊠every one of themâŠâ you moaned. His one hand moves to your lower stomach, pushing on the bulge on your lower abdomen. Causing you to moan, as he goes deeper.
He picks up his pace, he moaned âfuck, gonna make you pregnant again. Wanna see you with my baby in you again.â He goes harder. âFuck can feel you round me, that make you excited, baby? Thinking of me getting you pregnant again?â
You nodded, grabbing onto his bicep. Nails digging into his tan skin. He groans at the feeling. He spoke âgonna give ya a girl this time, I wanna girl, so I can spoil you both, yeah? Let you two have the world.â You moan âoh Rafey!â He grinned. âYeah? Like that?â You nodded. He leaned back. Grabbing your hips, guiding you against him as he thrusts into you.
He can feel your close, âgonna come fâme? Let me have it, sweetheart. You do that fâme and Iâll do it for ya..â you placed your hand on his chest. Then holding his chain. Wanting him closer, he knew you well. He knew that meant you were about to finish. He leaned down. You moaned âfuck, gonna-â âdo it, finish over my cock fâme, loveâŠâ those words hit you like a brick wall. Every. God. Damn. Time.
And he knew it too.
You moaned one last time, then finishing. Causing you to tighten around him. He chased his realise and finished inside you.
He moaned as he slowed his pace. Still thrusting, just slowing down. Chasing both of your climaxes. Once he came to a spot. You had you usual âthank youâ. He kissed both cheeks, then your forehead, temples, chin, nose and then your lips. He mumbled against your lips âyou ok? Feel good, baby? You did so good..â You nodded âso good.â
He gently pulled out, causing you both to inhale sharply. He gently picked you up. Going ahead and doing your aftercare. For all the time you both knew each other. And past Rafe, with his many hook ups. Not once did he do aftercare. But for you? His childhood friend to girlfriend to fiancée to wife to mother of his children?
Heâd give you the world, heâd kill for you. Protect you. Die for you, live for you. Heâd do anything for you. Even if itâs as simple as aftercare. He loves you. You love him.
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nobody leaves rafe cameron
toxic!rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary: after a series of arguments with your boyfriend, he has to remind you of your place when you try to leave him.
warnings: toxic relationship, very toxic and mean rafe (meow), arguing, smut, cnc, dacryphilia, choking, degrading, praising, dirty talk, a pussy slap, unprotected piv sex (errr no no), creampie, angst, a lot of swearing, trying to break up, talking bad about your partner behind their back
this takes place episodes 4x1-3
tell a friend to tell a friend, sheâs backkkk
he was so fucking mean.
all you and him had done in the past few months is bicker and argue.
the week had already been shitty, but when Rafe told you he was going to compete in the Kildare BMX Race, you wanted to be a supportive girlfriend.
key word: wanted.
Rafe was tuning up some stuff on his dirt bike, dressed in all black. you sat on the sand next to him, just admiring him as he worked.
it was rare for him to wear all black, and the look was driving you insane.
âyou gonna keep starinâ at me?â Rafe teases softly.
âmhm.â you hummed, grinning.
the announcer came on to say there was about five minutes til the race so everyone should head over to the start.
âhand me my helmet, would ya?â Rafe asks.
you stand up, wiping the sand from your denim skirt and grab his black helmet. you hand him it, feeling his large hand come down to help wipe some of the sand off your ass.
âthere you go,â he coos.
âgood luck, baby.â you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
he just mumbles a soft thank you, slipping on his helmet as he starts the bikeâs engine, switches gears, and takes off over to the starting line.
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the race had been going smoothly. Rafe was in first the entire timeâŠ
until JJ Maybank decided to jump the river bank, landing in front of Rafe.
you watched anxiously, cheering on for your longterm boyfriend. but when Rafeâs front wheel collided with JJâs back wheel, the two guys crashed and were flung off their bikes.
the rest of the racers zoom by, causing Topper to win.
âoh, shit.â you curse under your breath, running over to where Rafe was on the floor.
âare you okay?â you ask, trying to help him up. he shrugs you off of him, too clouded by anger.
he storms over to where John B and Sarah are with you hot on his tail.
âget used to it.â Rafe grumbles, causing John B to look at him.
âwhatâd you say?â John B asks, clearly frustrated. when Rafe doesnât respond, he shoves him.
âwhatâd you say?!â John B repeats, louder this time as Rafe shoves him back.
âget used to it! get used to it, alright? this is forever, yaâll donât get to win!â Rafe yells as Sarah steps in between her brother and husband.
âyou could have killed each other!â Sarah scolds.
âRafe, câmon, please.â you ask pleadingly, tugging on his arm.
yet again, he shrugs you off. due to the sand being uneven, the small movement was enough to cause you to fall on your ass.
but Rafe didnât notice, or, didnât seem to care as he continued to shoot insults at Sarah.
you were now pissed as you stood back up, and then it seemed like your boyfriend remembered you were together.
he tried to wrap his arm around your shoulders for support, still aching and hurt from the crash.
you just shrugged him off, storming away.
ây/n!â Rafe calls after you.
âœââââââââââââââââââââ„
he somehow managed to apologize and charm his way back into your pants the day after the race.
but when you and Rafe walked into Topperâs little celebration party at one of the villas, Topper embraced Rafe into a hug, clearly drunk from the intense game of beer pong.
âyou see him? his dad shot and killed Sheriff Peterkin.â some girl mutters to her boyfriend.
unfortunately, Rafe overheard.
âleave itââ you started, but he was already going over to the girl, who was now backing up against the wall.
âwhatâd you say?â he asks, the girlâs boyfriend pushing Rafe back.
âgo away, Rafe.â the boyfriend grumbles, but Rafe doesnât back down.
âno, no, if you have something to say, say it to my face.â Rafe slaps his cheek for emphasis, but Topper and you move to pull him back.
âhey, relax, okay?â you tried to say, watching him grab a bottle of alcohol and start drinking it.
âjustâ just get the fuck off of me right now.â Rafe says coldly, obviously pissed off about the situation.
you grit your teeth, a pit forming in your stomach as you bit back a response. but you obliged, walking away from him.
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yet again, he managed to apologize and charm his way back into your pants, reassuring you that heâs just going through a lot of stress about the deal with Hollis.
but the final breaking point was when your father had came to you about pushing Rafe towards his teetering decision about becoming Hollisâ partner.
you immediately said no, not wanting to go behind your boyfriendâs back. so when you drove over to the yacht club Rafe was at, you found him sipping on a margarita with Topper and Ruthie.
âwhat about your girlfriend?â Ruthie asks, making you stop in your tracks.
it was wrong to listen in on his conversation, but a part of you wanted to hear what he had to say about you.
âwho, y/n?â Rafe asks, making Ruthie nod.
âsheâs not my girlfriend⊠weâre just hookinâ up, yaâknow?â Rafe murmurs, drinking more of his margarita.
a pain started to form where your heart was, a deep frown on your face as he spoke.
âi thought she moved in.â Topper furrows his brows.
âsheâs not going to move in⊠i would never live with a pogue, i have standards.â he explains, making Ruthie and Topper laugh.
that was your breaking point, the point where you were ready to throw the past 19 months away.
because clearly if he couldnât even respect you to his friends, he doesnât respect you at all.
you turned on your heel, trying to leave when you accidentally knocked into a server, causing a glass to fall down.
you swore under your breath, ducking out and leaving. but unfortunately, your boyfriend is tall, and he was able to see your head.
âawe, shit.â he cursed quietly, drinking the rest of his beverage before walking away.
ây/n! y/n.â Rafe calls out, jogging to catch up to you.
âno, Rafe! iâm fucking done!â you yell, storming to your house that was only a few blocks away.
Rafe runs in front of you, grabbing your hips to stop you from moving. âthe hell you mean done?â
âare you dense? weâre over.â you snap, trying to pull out of his grip.
he clenched his jaw, laughing bitterly.
âi donât know what you think you heard, but-â
âi donât think anything. i know you just basically said you could never take me seriously as a girlfriend since iâm a pogue.â you cut him off, lip trembling as you wipe away a tear rolling down your cheek.
âi didnât mean it like that, baby.â Rafe coos, just trying to charm his way back.
âno, stop. itâs not going to fucking work, Rafe. iâm serious⊠weâre done.â
âno, weâre not.â Rafe says, his voice dangerously low.
âyes, we are,â you spit.
Rafe roughly grabs you, pushing you into the back of his car. once youâre inside, he moves on top of you, grabbing your throat with his hand.
âyou think you can just leave me?â he laughs piercingly, his face barely a few inches from yours.
you didnât respond, causing him to squeeze your neck. âi fucking hate you.â
âno, you donât.â Rafe murmurs, unbuttoning your shorts, pushing them down your thighs.
âstop, Rafe-â
âno, youâre going to fucking listen to me!â Rafe yells, forcing you to stare up at him.
ânobody leaves me, you understand?â he asks, his voice breathy and dark.
chills ran down your spine, your eyes wide in fear as your body trembled.
âyou fuckinâ understand?â Rafe reiterates, barely slapping your clothed cunt.
ây-yes,â you whimper.
âgood girl. now, âm gonna fuck this pussy because âs mine, yeah?â Rafe says, not really asking.
all you do is nod in response, hating how your clit is throbbing with need.
âyouâre lucky iâm not gonna make you suck my cock right now⊠just wanna remind my girl that she will always be my girl.â
heâs rambling as he shoves his shorts down just enough for his dick to sprang free. heâs always been well endowed, with an 8.5 inch cock, a pretty pink tip, and two prominent veins you always loved to lick on.
âwearinâ these fucking panties⊠you wanted this, huh? wanted to come and try and make a fool outta me?â Rafe grumbles, pulling the pink lace to the side to reveal your drenched cunt.
you shake your head, tears forming in your eyes from the situation. you were hurt, angry, and fucking horny.
Rafe wastes no time in sliding his cock into your hungry hole, his hand tightening around your throat.
âmhmm, my girl âs always so hungry for me. look at this slutty hole suckinâ me in,â he purrs.
he pushes his hips until your clit is pressed against his pelvis, a few tears rolling down your cheeks with your lip in a pout.
âthatâs a good girl⊠fuckinâ cry for me.â Rafe grunts, starting to piston his hips as he fucks you in the backseat of his car.
your hands gripped the shoulder of the passenger seat and the headrest of the back, pretty eyes fluttering shut as your cunt clenched around him.
âyeah⊠look at you clenching fâme⊠so needy for this dick.â Rafe coos, forcing you to look at him.
âopen your mouth.â
you donât oblige at first, too overwhelmed in pleasure and the fact that youâre getting fucked by the same man who just talked shit about you.
he uses his fingers to open your jaw, spitting in your mouth. âwhen i tell you to do somethinâ, you fucking do it. swallow.â
you swallow his spit, pussy fluttering around his relentless cock.
âgood girl.â
âRafeâ fuckâŠâ you pant.
the car shook as he pounded into your soaping cunt, his balls slapping against your ass.
âtell me who this slutty pussy belongs to.â
ây-you, Rafe⊠my slutty pussy belongs to you.â you trembled, hand gripping his forearm as he continued to apply pressure to your neck.
âyou understandinâ that you can never leave me? that youâll always be Rafe Cameronâs whore?â he coos, his eyes dark, voice low.
you nod, body shaking as your breathing grows heavier.
âthatâs what i thought⊠all you needed was a good fuckinâ and youâre all well behaved n shit.â
his mean words were turning you on more unfortunately, your belly tightening with each rough thrust.
but when he took his hand off of your neck, beginning to toy with your aching clit.
âlook at this clit⊠all swollen n throbbing fâme. fuck, youâre such a needy whore.â Rafe grunts, his cock twitching inside of you.
all you could do was nod, dizzy and lightheaded from pleasure.
âis my girl gonna cum fâme?â he coos tauntingly, the pad of his thumb flicking teasingly on your hard nub.
âp-please⊠please, RafeyâŠâ
he moans at the nickname, losing his composure for a second as his balls clench, trying to hold off his orgasm until you explode on him.
âcome on, baby. cum on this dick.â
at his approval, you let the coil in your stomach snap. you whimper loudly, clinging onto anything you can reach as your body trembles beneath him.
your orgasm triggers Rafeâs, pussy walls fluttering around him so deliciously he has no choice but to cum inside you.
âtake this cum⊠take my fucking seed.â he groans, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim.
you pant, vision blurry and suddenly needy for water when you begin to come back down from cloud nine.
you pulled him down into a soft, tender kiss, panting into each-otherâs mouths.
Rafe leaned forward, grabbing a half empty water bottle from the cupholder you had left there as he unscrews the cap, holding the hole to your mouth.
âdrink,â he murmured.
you happily complied, the water soothing your throat.
âgood girl,â he hums in approval.
you couldnât help but clench around him at the praise, and Rafeâs head fell slightly at the feeling, a proud smirk tugging on his lips.
he knew he was training you so well, even if you needed a reminder every now and then <33.
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Show Me
Tags: 16(+)* (*Minor kissing, nothing crazy fr), Gender Neutral Reader (despite canon), Words of Affirmation/Sweet Talk, basically fluff
Not proofread so⊠hopefully no typos or clunky sentences anywhere lol. Mr. Crawling is being âhigh-maintenance,â as always, lol. After playing this game for HOURS, I just couldnât help but crave more content. Buuuutt, given that the game is more or less finished (as far as I understand), I simply had no other choice but to do as writers who play VNs do and WRITE. This is my first âCanon x Readerâ fic (well, formally, at least) too, so⊠please be kind đ
Anywho, enjoy!
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Mr. Crawling leaps into your arms with such speed that the bed smacks into the wall. A shake travels through the room, jostling the single photo hanging from the gray, textured surface. His hair falls against your skin, the bed sinking in a bit as you feel his body drag over your own. Every breath that reaches your face is cool, no thanks to the room youâre in.
âI enjoy you,â He chirps. His head comes to rest in the crook of your neck. The smell of metal fills your nose, and you scowl for a moment before your face relaxes. Itâs a smell you'll simply have to get used to, especially now that youâve promised to be his.
His body ever so slightly warms yours, though the blankets do more of the work. âI enjoy you,â he says again. âYou enjoy me?â
âI enjoy you, Mr. Crawling.â You loosely run a hand through his dark hair. Surprisingly, your fingers only get caught about twice, and the small knots arenât too hard to pull apart.
âYou lots enjoy me?â Suddenly, the cold draft flying through hits your neck as Mr. Crawling lifts his head. Though, you never see his eyes: only the growing festers that conveniently disappear right at his bangs. He tenses in your arms, and youâd think the air froze him or something if it werenât for his soft, whistling breaths. Mustering up a little smile, you cup his face with your hands.
âI lots enjoy you.â He giggles like a little schoolgirl, his grin stretching from ear to ear.
âShow!â He shouts.
âHuh?â
âI enjoy you, you enjoy me. Am happy lots you come here. I lots enjoy you being together me. You say you lots enjoy me, ÏÖ
show!â He bursts each sentence out right after the other, and the bed squeaks from his shifting body as his arms reach around your torso. Show⊠Ah, thatâs what he meant. He wants you to prove it.
For a moment, you frown. How exactly were you supposed to âproveâ something like that?
Noticing your face, Mr. Crawling frowns as well. âYou ok? No want to do?â
You shake your head and smile reassuringly. âI want to do. I can show you.â This shouldnât be too hard. In fact, itâll be easy⊠so long as Mr. Crawling doesnât decide to use those sharp teeth of his.
Pulling him forward by his face, you two stare at each other. You focus on Mr. Crawling âfirst, his gaze, somewhere behind that curtain of hair, and then his lips. Theyâre ever so slightly purple, just like his cheeks that have become a little warmer while pressed against your palms.
Your eyelids lower as your lips graze his, the small sensation alone sending a shock throughout your body. Is Mr. Crawling feeling the same way? Heâs tense all over again. âYou ok?â You ask.
Quietly, he responds, âAm ok.â
You close your eyes, breathing in that slightly metallic smell. You exhale, and then pull Mr. Crawling firmly into your kiss. He remains stiff for a while until a muffled sound escapes him. His arms wrap around you tighter. He finally allows his body to fall limp against yours, and just as this happens, you pull back. A little smack bounces through the room. Lying upon your chest, Mr. Crawling drags himself a little closer to your face. Seizing the opportunity, one hand reaches to brush across his hair and the other remains on his cheek. Your thumb rubs against his face in slow, winding circles. Then, you pull his face even closer, catching him into a trap as you lock lips again. Both of you hum contentedly, the sound only accompanied by smacks and the fluorescent light buzzing above. Suckling his bottom lip, you tease him with a strong pull. He sighs into your kiss, and when you finally free him, he chases you.
â⊠Finished?â He asks. He seems to be pouting a little, already missing the sensation.
âFinished. You now know I enjoy you?â You ask. More or less: do you believe me now?
Mr. Crawling pauses, and then he giggles âmuch louder than before! He plops his head into the crook of your neck again.
âI know now,â he says. You bring your hand up to join the other in stroking his hair.
The two of you lie together this way for a while, enjoying the silence and the closeness. That is, until you eventually fall asleep and Mr. Crawling leaves your embrace to watch from afar.
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âA BIT GENTLER, PLEASE?â
â gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna feeling their baby kick (f!reader)
GOJO SATORU:
satoru was always all over you, one clingy and affectionate husband.
truthfully, while you would like to say that he is annoying and is making you regret ever getting pregnant, you have to admit that he makes being pregnant a lot easier to endure. his light-hearted way of speaking puts you at easy somehow.
he also made it very obvious that he is excited for the baby, maybe even more than youâre. one of the many ways he shows his enthusiasm is through buying baby clothes and baby equipment and I mean a shit ton of them.
thatâs why youâre not surprised when he enters the house with yet another batch of baby clothes, âwifey, I am home!â
you get up and waddle your way to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, âwhat did you get this time?â
âI thought you would never ask,â he smirks before pulling out each and every one of the outfits he got.
youâre sat on the couch with a cup of your favorite warm drink as you listen to his rambles, âfirst off, I got this really cute blue dress! call it a dadâs instinct but I think she will have my gorgeous eyes,â he grins.
you nod absentmindedly as he continues, âsecond, I got this yellow jump suit? overalls? dungarees?â he switches his accent in the end and you roll your eyes. he resumes, âeh, I donât care, but itâs pretty so who cares?â
he puts the clothes aside before kneeling in front you, hand resting on your stomaxh, âright, baby?â he coos, âdaddyâs going to get you all the pretty outfits you want!â
youâre about to drift to sleep while your husband busies himself with the baby, but youâre quickly brought back to consciousness when you feel her kick against your stomach.
your husbandâs gasp quickly follows after before he presses his ear to your stomach, âcan you do that again for me, pretty?â
his other hand moves to hold your own and he guides your hand to his hair, âsomehow, this is making me realize just how close she is to finally join us, right, wifey?â
âright, âtoru,â you smile softly and he quickly starts peppering your face with kisses, murmuring about how his pretty wife is simply irresistible.
NANAMI KENTO:
whenever someone asks you about kento, you canât find the words to stress just how much of a sweetheart he is. he was always a caring and attentive man.
yet, somehow it amplified after your pregnancy: he helps you rest as much as he can, cooks for you, and gets you all the snacks you would like.
you also remember the first time you told him that your feet hurt, and he ended up massaging it for you. you cried that day.
in summary, he never left you in need of anything, like right now for example.
ây/n, would you like anything else?â
a dopey smile is plastered on your face as you relax further in the cushions, feet propped up on the pillow your sweetheart of a husband got.
he places your favorite snacks right by your side. you cup his face and press a lingering kiss on his cheek, âno, thank you, kento.â
he nods and takes a seat beside you. he takes your hand into his and starts rubbing your hand, âwe should start preparing the babyâs room,â he murmurs softly.
you nod, head resting on his shoulder, âyouâre right. we need to welcome our little princess well.â
he chuckles and his hand moves to rest on your stomach, âI assembled the crib already so thatâs something to be proud of.â
nanamiâs arm is wrapped around your shoulder and you snuggle closer into his chest, giggling, âmy strong, independent, and reliable husband,â you sigh happily, âwhatever will I do without you?â
he half-heartedly rolls his eyes, âflattery is getting you nowhere.â
âbut it does!â you laugh and he lightly tickles you. your hand rests on your stomach, alongside his. you smirk, âwhat do you think, baby? is mommy right?â
to your absolute delight, the little girl kicks against your womb making you squeal and instantly look at your husband, âkento, did you feel that?!â
ââŠyeah,â his face is one of awe. she kicks once again and nanami canât help but press a kiss to your stomach, âlooks like she is a strong, healthy baby.â
 âjust like her dad,â you chuckle but stop to think about it for a moment before concern over takes your face.
nanamiâs gaze quickly snaps to you, âwhatâs wrong?â
âif she will be as strong as you then god help my uterus.â
GETO SUGURU:
geto gets a little busy at times, but he does do his best to make time for you.
in addition to that, nanako and mimiko love hanging out with you so it kind of puts him at ease, knowing that youâre accompanied by someone.
today, he was doing some of his usual works in the establishment? shrine? eh whatever.
no fiber of his being expected the girls to burst into the room, grins filling their faces, as they urgently call him, âgeto-sama! you have to see what just happened!â
with no hesitation, he abandons the followers and quickly follows the girls. he asks them, voice laced with concern, âis y/n okay? did something happen?â
the girls giggle as they finally near your room. mimiko speak up, âshe is okay! but something important really did happen!â
somehow, it sends geto more into panic, because just what happened and why is it so important to the point they had to call him?
after a while, they are finally there, and geto wastes no time in sitting by your side, hands and eyes inspecting your body for an injury.
you giggle, ââcalm down, suguru,â you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, âcan you feel it?â
âfeel it? what do you meanââ he pauses upon the little kick against his palm. he smiles, actually grins, quietly before looking you in the eyes.
you nod with a smile of your own, while he leans down to kiss your stomach then your hand.
he rests his head against your stomach, âhow are you, little buddy?â
geto chuckles softly, âbetter not cause trouble for your pretty mom,â his eyes lock with yours, âI hate to see her in pain or discomfort.â
you roll your eyes before patting your husbandâs head, âyouâre quite the charmer, arenât you?â
âI would rather only charm you, yâknow,â he chuckles.
the both of you completely forget about the pair of girls standing at the door way, each snapping a bunch of photos of the moment in front you.
nanako snickers a little before teasing, âthat line was a bit cheesy, no?â
he quirks an eyebrow at them and they quickly flee away. with a soft sigh and a gentle chuckle, he goes back to admiring you, hand rubbing circles on your stomach.
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
itâs safe to say that sukuna was surprised with the news of your pregnancy, but he came to terms with it quicker than you expected.
he just had to sit with himself a bit and understand that the âbratâ in you was his âbratâ as well.
he also found himself staring at your stomach longer than he would like. he started to really think about how life will go on from this point onwards.
he is a feared man, the king of curses, with no weaknesses to ever exploit.
that is until you came into his life. he grew fond of you and the rest is history. right now, though, youâre carrying his child.
after a long day, he finally enters your chambers and finds you fast asleep.
he guesses that carrying a child of his own must be more exhausting than that of a normal man. his feet take him to you and his figure towers over your sleeping form.
he watches your expression contort ever so slightly as you stir, perhaps in seek of your comfort.
he sits by your side and his hand traces your every feature, nails slightly grazing you but never hurting you. finally, it reaches your stomach and he frowns lightly.
he sighs, âjust what the hell am I going to do with you?â
he feels a light kick against his palm.
his eyes widen at the movement and his hand involuntary presses against your stomach once more, wanting to feel the kick once again. he narrows his eyes, âwhat? you think that light kick is fit for the kid of the king of curses?â
as if understanding what he said, the baby delivers one rough and tough kick to your abdomen. you wince and whine at the pain, âsukuna, donât be mean to the babyâŠâ
âI am not trying to, woman,â he grumbles, âthat kid is just short-tempered.â
sukuna is sporting quite the frown but it doesnât stop his hand from massaging your stomach and you hum in content before sassing him, âoh wow, I wonder where did he get that from.â
you squeak as you feel a pinch to your side. you glare at sukuna who glares at you back before replying, âhe got it from one stubborn woman who happens to be mine.â
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smut 18+ only, fucking jason on the kitchen floor, feral horny afab reader who wants to maul jason, unprotected sex, breeding kink, submissive jaytodd!!! rock on!!!
The first time you go absolutely batshit feral over Jason, he's cleaning the apartment.
He's done nothing to provoke your ferality (he never does), and usually, you keep it to yourself. Thoughts like if I were a vampire I'd suck his blood and I need my boyfriend to hold me down until I orgasm or pass out, whichever comes first, are inside thoughts, and you do a great job at keeping them as such.
So you're not quite sure what compels you to act the way that you do.
First, Jason's in clothes that don't help your insanity. The shirt is Dick's (Jason insists that he did NOT have an emo phase, thank you), so the cropped quality of the My Immortal t-shirt isn't by design. Jason's just big.
Yes, yep, your boyfriend sure is a big boy. That's all you can think about as you watch him over the top of your open book while he attacks the kitchen floor with his Swiffer Jet. He's humming a song you don't recognize.
You love him so much. The thought hits you square in the chest. You love Jason Todd. A lot. A lot a lot a lot.
The next thought that hits you is how soft and squishy your boyfriend is. Jason's sweatpants are baggy, the baggiest he could find, and they still can't hide how humongous his thighs are. His thighs are pure muscle, but when not in the middle of a fight, they are soft. Bitable. Very bitable.
Your gazes moves to the strip of belly that flexes and flutters with every movement. Jason's stomach isn't perfectly flat, a fact that you know sometimes bothers him. You take care to treat it delicately, not wanting him to be self-conscious even though every part of him makes you rabid.
You want to kiss Jason's stomach. Feel it twitch under your hand as you do, uh... other stuff besides kissing. You love watching Jason in action, love watching him wield his powerful body. But you also love him like this: using his body to take care of himself, his space, and you.
Jason's arms. You could write prose poetry on such magnificent creations. More than once you've had the urge to wrap one of Jason's arms around your neck and let him squeeze until you lose consciousness. Another inside thought! Jason would staunchly refuse and probably get you checked for head trauma if you requested such a thing, but you can dream.
Once or twice, Jason's flexed for you, silly and smiley. You've managed to hide just how fucking hot you found it. It's been well over a year and you still want to jump your boyfriend. You try to keep it to a manageable level, not wanting to startle or overwhelm him. You know Jason's complicated relationship with his body. You respect his boundaries.
But still, the thoughts linger...
Your feet carry you to the kitchen before you can think about it. Jason's done with the mop and has moved to wiping the counters. You seize the opportunity to get behind him.
"Hey, baby," Jason says before you reach him. He keeps wiping. And that's another thing: Jason is highly competent. His training makes him hear you before you've reached him. If you were an evil goon, you'd be on the floor before you could inhale. You also find that concerningly hot.
You stick yourself to his back and wrap your arms around his stomach. You grab handfuls of the layer of fat that covers his muscles, brushing your thumbs over where his hair thickens below his bellybutton.
"What's up, hm?" Jason asks, patting your hand.
"You're really hot," you say.
He snorts, glances behind at you. "I'm what now?"
"Hot. Juicy. I wanna maul you."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah," you say peacefully, groping his waist. "Soon as possible."
"I'm free for a mauling in ten minutes. That work for you?"
"I don't know if I can wait that long." You slip your hands up his shirt. "Mind if I feel you up while I wait?"
Jason laughs but it comes out a little airy. "You're a menace."
"I'm crazy about you."
"Mm, I've noticed. Feeling's mutual."
"No, no." You move your head so that your mouth is on his exposed bicep. You feel the hot flesh in your mouth, lave your tongue over it for some time. As soon as it flexes, you bite the hard muscle.
Jason drops his dishcloth. You soothe your teeth marks with your tongue.
"You don't understand," you say, shifting so you're pressing Jason against the counter edge. He lets you keep him there. "I'm crazy about you. I wanna eat you, Jay. Let me eat you."
"Jesus, what's gotten into ya?" he asks, turning his head to look at you.
"Hopefully you," you say, unrepentant.
Jason's eyes widen. You adore how squirmy he gets whenever you're bold about wanting him. Despite how long you've known each other, Jason never fails to get flustered. Perhaps that's half the fun.
"C'mon, Jay, let me fuck you. I wanna fuck you on the kitchen floor," you say, past coyness.
He full-body shudders. "I jus' cleaned."
You grin against his arm, pawing at his hip. "I'll help you mop again, honey pie. Deal?" You're eyeing his stomach next, ready to suck his skin there.
Jason can't deny you for long. You both know that.
"You're persuasive," he says, eyelids fluttering.
You hum. "Didn't take much, though, did it? Is your dick hard already?" You squeeze him through his sweats. Jason whines, bracing himself against the counter. "Never takes long, huh? You're always ready for me in no time, stud. Ready to fill me up, right?"
"Oh m'God," he says, looking at you like you're divine. That look swells your ego every time.
"Is that a yes?" You cup his balls like you're choosing a bull for breeding. Jason buckles under your brazenness. "Yes, you want me to let you fuck my pussy? Yes, you want me to fuck you on the floor?"
"Yeah, yeah, please."
So Jason lets you push him down onto the tiles. You yank his sweats down first, then his underwear. He's already leaking onto his stomach.
"Fuck," you say, grabbing and holding Jason's wrists on either side of his head. "You gonna give me what I want, sweetie? Love of my life, handsomest guy I've ever seen?"
Jason nods vigorously. "Yeah, yes, an-anything y'want. Oh my God, I'm s-so hard. I love you. Y'so nice to me."
You smile gently.
"I'm nice for taking you on the kitchen floor, huh?" you ask, bending your knees and lining up his cock to your cunt. "What if I make you wait until I come first?"
Jason nods again, already breathing hard. "I want to, I wanna wait. You should come first. I want you to come first. I don't have ta come at all."
You raise an eyebrow. That's new. New, but not unwelcome.
"So even when I..." You sink down on his cock, just the tip. Jason whimpers in the back of his throat. "Do that? You don't need to come?"
You feel him flex under your hands but he's good and stays put. He doesn't break your hold even though he could. You grin.
"Oh-oh. Sweet boy. My best guy. Look at you, big and hard. You could take me if you wanted, but you don't want that, do you? You want me to take what I want from you. All that muscle and strength, but what d'you need, Jaybee? Hm? Tell me."
"Need you," he says, voice strained. "Need you to do whatever y'want."
You kiss under his jaw and dig your nails into his wrists. Then you sink further onto Jason's cock. His hips twitch but he doesn't thrust like he usually does.
"Will you kiss me?" he asks when he bottoms out, body strung tight like a bow.
"I did kiss you," you say, smiling into his neck.
"On th'lips," Jason says, fingers shaking. "Please? Please."
You thread your fingers with his to steady them. Then you lean in to kiss his mouth. Jason moans, greedily kissing you back. You begin to move. Jason's shoulders tense.
"You're so perfect," you say against his lips. "You'd be so perfect at knocking me up. Any time I wanted, you'd be hard and ready to come in me, right?"
"Ah-ah," Jason says, voice wrecked. "Y-yeah, yeah. As much as y'want. Do anything y'want. I'd do anything."
"Yeah, I know," you say, grunting as you slide back onto him. "I know, sweetheart. Pretty boy. Y'dunno what you got with this fat cock. Can barely speak when your dick's wet."
You do a particularly hard grind and growl against Jason's sweaty throat. You lick the salt from his Adam's apple, feel it bob against your tongue. Then you bite.
"Oh, oh," he whines, and your gut tightens further at his sounds.
"Don't come," you snarl, pussy like a vice. "I come first."
Jason shakes his head, lips parted. His pulse throbs against your mouth. "No, no, won't. I won't. I'm good. I'll be good. 'M I good?"
You pet his hair, voice softening. "You're good, Jason. So good, baby. So good that I gotta take you right here on the floor. You understand, right? I was aching over there, watching you. I had to fuck you. Had to use your big dick for something."
"Uh-huh," he says, voice wet and sticky with pleasure. "Y'had to. I can do it. I wanna be good for you."
He looks up at you, and you're struck again by your difference in size, and how easy Jason gets when he's inside of you. You feel that familiar tightness, the edge of your impending orgasm.
"Rub my clit," you say, letting go of his right hand, and Jason obeys instantly, locating and deftly rubbing your clit.
"Harder," you tell him, and he rubs harder. Your mouth falls open as the pleasure swells. "Yeah. This is what you're made for. Pleasing me."
One of these days, you'll broach the subject of Jason putting those muscles to good use and fucking you doggy-style, whining in your ear as he shoots load after load into you.
"I'm gonna come," you say, cunt tightening. "Are you gonna come?"
Jason shakes his head desperately. "No. No, no, y'said not to. Not gonna come!"
"A-are you sure?" you ask, grinning as Jason makes uh-uh's in the back of his throat.
"Won't come, I promise, won't come," he says, near tears.
You come, tightening hard around Jason's cock. He nearly howls, the corners of his eyes wet, tendons pulled taut in his neck.
But he doesn't come, true to his word.
Sloppily, you kiss him. Jason kisses you back, but it's frenzied. You know his brain must be soup with the effort it's taking to not come.
"Look at you," you say, gaze hungrily roving over Jason's swollen nipples, his red face, his drawn eyebrows. "You listened so well. Y'wanna touch me? Wanna hold me?"
Jason nods frantically. "Yeah, yeah, please, baby, please, can I?"
"Go ahead, sweetheart. Hold me how you want and make yourself come. Don't be gentle."
Jason hesitates at the last direction. "Don't be gentle? Are y'sure?"
You pinch his nipple lightly. Jason bucks his hips. Your eyes narrow.
"I'm sure. Gimme everything you got, big guy."
You bite your lip as Jason's body comes alive, strength kicking in as he draws your thighs up over his hips, plants his feet, and drives into you. He punches the air out of you with each thrust, sobbing as he does. You hold on to his arms as he moves.
It only takes him a few thrusts before hot cum fills your pussy. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, nails scratching Jason's biceps.
"I want more," you say, grinding shallowly against his cock. Jason cries out, and more cum fills you.
"Was that good?" Jason asks, holding you closer.
You grin. "We're definitely doing that again."
Except, maybe not right after Jason's cleaned. You're not that mean.
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Loving your JJK men so I'm here to request fics if possible. I'm feeling Nanami, Geto and Megumi mainly, Sukuna for the shits and anyone else you're in the mood for. It doesn't have to be super long either, just sweet supportive men.
You're either on your way to a thing with friends/family or already at an event when your period either starts or takes a turn for the worse (painful enough cramps to cause nausea) and you're asking them to turn back/leave even though you know you agreed to attend.
Period Problems!
Tags: fluff, cursing, period comfort, established relationships, wee bit of crack
An: Thank you! I appreciate the req <3
Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Megumi, Sukuna
SATORU
You kinda let Satoru do all the talking during reunions at Jujutsu Tech. Itâs not that you donât like your former classmates; you do. You just find so much socialization to be kinda exhausting.
Satoru was the opposite however. Heâs a natural born extrovert that can talk to other people so casually for hours on end. Socialization doesnât tire him out at all, so heâs quick to take over conversations for you when he can sense that your social battery is low.
Heâs subtle with it: placing his arm slightly in front of you as he steps up, casually inserting himself into the conversation. It feels fluid and not forced at all.
Thatâs how you two were right now. You were tucked behind his arm, leaning your head against his shoulder. You had been cramping all day long, so you already wasnât in too good of a mood. The socialization was really the cherry on top.
A torturous wave of cramps hit, nearly making your knees buckle from under you. Your hand tightened around Satoruâs bicep, and you tried to breathe your way through it, not wanting to take him away from all his friends.
Satoru turned his head towards you, and he could immediately notice how pale you looked. âHey, it was good seeing you though. Take care of the wife and kids.â Your husband smiled at whoever he was talking to before guiding you away from everyone else.
âWhatâs the matter, sweets? You alright?â He asks softly as heâs extended his infinity out to you so no one can touch you or even get close to you.
âCramping⊠hurts..â was all you could manage to get out.
âLetâs get you home, sweets. Why didnât you tell me you werenât feeling good?â His large palm rubs at the small of your back as he opens the door for you, allowing you to step out.
âDidnât wanna ruin your event.â You murmur quietly as tears brim in your eyes. You didnât want to be seen as an inconvenience to him.
âHey, heyy⊠câmere, sweet girl.â Satoru wraps you up in a tight embrace, petting your hair as you cried into his dress shirt. âMy poor baby. What kind of husband would I be if I made my wife whoâs in a lot of pain get up and go to something as uncomfortable as a reunion? I donât even really care about those people anyway. Youâre my priority.â He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head.
âI feel like Iâm gonna throw up.â You murmur quietly, and he steps back away from you.
âRight, letâs get you home. Iâll make some chocolate covered strawberries, and we can watch that reality tv show you really like.â Satoru suggests as he helps you into the passenger seat of his car.
SUGURU
Who said cults couldnât have bake sales? It brings a sense of community and camaraderie amongst the members. Geto thought you were a literal genius when you came up with the idea.
You had been in charge of planning and organizing the entire bake sale, and today was finally the day. Itâs early in the morning, and Getoâs helping the girls in the kitchen bake blueberry muffins so they have enough time to cool before the sale.
You stirred out of your own slumber upon hearing the girls giggling. âHey now, you two, donât you wake your mama up. Sheâs sleeping.â Your husband warns the twins, and they both try to shush each other. The giggling pursues anyway, but you donât mind. You wouldnât rather be woken up any other way.
As you slowly eased yourself out of bed, your stomach immediately cramped up, sending shockwaves of pain down your thighs and back at the same time.
Was it really that time of the month already?
Your stained bedsheets said yes. You mustâve started in your sleep. Great.
Upon hearing you rustling around in the bedroom, Suguru walks in, not expecting to find you haphazardly pulling the sheets off yours and his bed.
âI just washed the sheets a couple weeks ago.â Geto said with a curious smile on his face. His head tilts to the side slightly, wondering what you were doing.
âI know. Iâm sorry.â Your voice is quiet and full of shame that immediately has Suguru is full-on âfix modeâ.
âHey- what happened, baby?â He asks as he shuts the bedroom door behind him, so the girls canât come and be nosey.
You sniffle softly and turn to show Geto your poor pajama pants that were now soaked in blood, and he immediately understands.
âOh, Iâm sorry, darling. How are you feeling?â He tenderly asks as he comes and takes the sheets out of your hand. He begins to pull them off for you.
ââm hurting really bad..â You answer him in a quiet murmur.
âGo take a bath, darling. I got everything else. Donât worry about it.â He presses a small kiss to the top of your head. âThrow your panties and pants in the hamper. Iâll try to get the stains out.â
âAre you sure? I donât want you to be grossed out.â
âOf course Iâm sure. Iâm a grown man. I can handle anything your body does.â He assures you as he carries the sheets over towards the laundry room.
You soak in the warm bath for quite a while, but the cramps still persist. You anxiously check the time on your phone like a hundred times. The bake sale should be starting soon, so you need to get up and start getting ready.
A knock at the door disturbs your track of thought. âItâs me, darling. Can I come in?â Suguruâs voice sounds from the other side of the door.
âYeah, come in.â You answer back to him, and Suguru carries in a cup of tea before he shuts the door.
âIâm sorry youâre not feeling well, princess.â He sits down on the floor next to the tub, and he carefully hands you the cup of tea.
âThank you- Iâm just trying to muster up enough strength to get up, so we can make it to the bake sale.â You say as you shift in the bath. The warm water and bubbles lap at your skin.
âMmm, no need. Just focus on relaxing for right now, and weâll see about making an appearance later on.â
âWhat do you mean? What about the girls? Theyâll be devastated.â
âI had Manami take them to the sale. Theyâll be fine.â He informs you as he pets your hair.
âAre you sure things will be alright? What ifâŠâ
âAh, none of that. Things will be fine. You did a perfect job while planning everything. Our members are not incompetent people. They can handle a small bake sale, my love. I want you to just relax for today. Like I said, we might make a small appearance if you feel up to it later.â
âSugu, I love you.â
âI love you too, darling.â
NANAMI
âMmm, no can do. Sorry, itâll have to be another day.â Nanami speaks into his phone as heâs looking at his calendar.
Ino has been begging to meet his wife for far too long now, so Nanami finally offered for Ino to come to yours and his house for dinner one evening. Planning it has been tough due to the vigorous schedules.
âMaybe it will just have to be next month.â Nanami shrugs his shoulders. Heâs really not too bothered by not letting Ino meet you as he really tries not to involve you in his work life.
âHm? Nanamin, whatâs wrong with the 18th? We donât have anything scheduled that day?â You ask curiously while tilting your head.
Your husband makes a face at you before he quickly taps the mute button on his phone. âDarling, according to your cycle, youâll probably start your menstrual period that day. I highly doubt youâll want any visitors over.â
Ah yes, you mustâve forgotten that you married a man who is literally obsessed with you and your happiness.
âThatâs if my period comes on the day itâs suppose to. It could be late or early. You never know. Just invite him over. Iâm sure itâll be fine.â You assure him, waving away his concerned gaze.
Yeah, that was a fuckin mistake.
You had worked for the better half of the day preparing Katsudon for everyone to enjoy when Ino and Nanami get off work. You had to take frequent breaks: sitting down or lying down to try to weather yourself through your cramps.
Nanami was right â your period started earlier that morning, and you absolutely did not want company over today. You kept trying to persevere â not wanting to admit that Nanami might know your body better than you do. Also, you werenât a fan of cancelling plans last minute.
Though, when the kitchen started to feel like it was over a hundred degrees in there, and the room started to spin, you knew you had to call and say something to your husband.
âHey darling, weâre almost there. Sorry weâre running behind. I had to teach Ino how to tie a tie.â Your husband speaks over the phone, and your heart instantly sinks into your stomach. This poor boy is wearing a tie to come and meet you, but youâre fixing to cancel.
âNanaminâŠâ You mumble sheepishly over the phone. You feel terrible for having to cancel, but thereâs just no way you can power through it.
âAre you alright, darling..?â He asks cautiously. His ability to instantly tell when something was wrong with you was still astonishing to this day.
âYou were right⊠I donât feel good.â
âOh darling.. I was right? You started this morning, didnât you?â
â⊠yeah.â You reluctantly admit with a small pout. Itâs bad enough that youâre cramping terribly right now. Now, you have to admit just how right your husband was.
âGood thing Inoâs not with me, and I never arranged for him to come by tonight.â He says with a small huff of amusement. âIâm getting you one of those cheesecakes you really like. Then, Iâll be home.â
Oh, to be married to the king of domestic love.
âKen, I love you. Hurry home please.â Your heart is immediately melting in your chest. Marrying him was the best decision of your life.
âI love you more, darling.â
CHOSO
Thereâs nothing worse than being overcrowded while on your period, and currently, thatâs what was exactly happening.
Sitting between Choso and Yuji on a too small couch while Yuji lore dumped about Human Earthworm 1 and 2 was literally a nightmare, but it was even worse since your stomach was cramping up so badly to where you couldnât even hear the words spilling from Yujiâs mouth.
Immediately, you regret agreeing to hanging out with Yuji today, but you hated seeing your cute boyfriendâs face turn to disappointment when you tell him no.
You assured him that he could hang out with Yuji without you â you didnât mind sharing him with his little brother at all, but Choso would always say that itâs more fun with you involved.
Thus, youâre squished between the oversized males on the couch, watching the third Human Earthworm movie for like the 5th time while Itadori points out every little easter egg.
Your stomach is cramping so badly â making you feel like youâre either about to throw up or pass out or the secret option of doing both. Your cramps are literally reverberating through your thighs.
You didnât want to make a big deal out of this, but your heart was starting to pound in your chest. You lean your head back, trying to stop the room from spinning in your head.
âBaby?â Chosoâs voice echoes in your ear. Yuji pauses the movie, and they both look at you with a concerned look. Your boyfriend could immediately tell that something was wrong with you.
âYuu, go get her some water.â Choso instructs, and he sits up on the couch. His hands start to fan over your face, wafting air towards you to help out. âBaby, can you hear me?â
Yuji quickly scrambles from the couch, and he jogs to the kitchen to get you a cold glass of water. Choso and Yuji do not look any alike, but they both have the same caring heart.
âCho, I feel like âm gonna throw up.â Your voice is barely a strained whisper.
âOkay baby, hold on. Hold on for me, pretty girl.â Choso brushes your hair back from your face, and he then quickly sprints towards the bathroom to get the trashcan for you.
Choso returns quickly, and he places the trashcan in your lap. âHere you go, baby.â He whispers softly, and he places his hand gently on your shoulder for moral support. Heâs not too great at these things, but he wants you to know that heâs here for you.
âWhatâs the matter? Are you sick or..?â He asks you, still trying to get to the root of whatâs got you so ill all of a sudden.
âCramping..â You murmur quietly, and Choso instantly feels like a fool. You told him you started your period this morning, but he completely forgot.
âIâm so sorry, baby⊠Do you still feel like youâre going to throw up?â He asks as his eyes never leave your face. Your head is still tilted back, and your eyes are closed.
âNo.. I think it passed for now.â You reply quietly, taking the small moment of reprieve that your ovaries decided to give you.
âCâmere, princess.â Choso mumbles lowly, and he scoops you into his arms bridal style before standing up. âLetâs get you into bed, yeah? Iâll get you some pain medicine and your heating pad.â
âMmm.. love you, Cho.â Your voice is muffled against his shoulder.
âHey Yuu, donât worry about that water, kay? Iâm gonna get her to bed. Weâll finish the movie maybe sometime next week.â Choso calls out to his brother that is miraculously still in the kitchen.
Yuji was cowering in the kitchen with his ears covered because he heard you say you were going to throw up, and his emetophobia started acting up.
âGreat! See you later!â He shouts as he sprints out the house, getting as far away from there as possible.
MEGUMI
Visiting Gojo in his vacation home was something youâve been looking forward to for months now. Gojo owned a vacation home up towards the snowy peaks, and he invited you and Megumi to come up there and stay for a week during the winter.
You had planned so many fun activities to do with Megumi like snowboarding, skiing, or building a snowman.
Not to mention the thought of cozying up to your boyfriend in front of a fireplace sounded like exactly what you two needed after these past few stressful weeks.
The only kicker was the morning you two were set to leave, you started your period.
Trying not to panic, you packed a whole box of tampons and pads, and you packed like 15 extra pairs of underwear⊠just in case.
It would be fine, right? Maybe you and him could just spend more time cozied up rather than being out in the snow. Besides, Megumi didnât really care what you two did. He was happy with whatever you picked out. As long as you two were together, heâd be fine with whatever activity.
You just had to make it through an eight hour car rideâŠ
By hour two, your entire body is screaming at you. Your lower tummy feels like itâs on fire, and the pain is shooting through your back. No matter how many times you shift, youâre not comfortable.
Itâs hot in the car, but then, itâs too cold. Youâre so damn uncomfortable that youâre nearly in tears.
After your nth time shifting in your seat, Megumi finally speaks up. âAre you already that antsy? Weâve barely started..â
âNo, IâŠâ You wince before slightly doubling over in the passenger side seat. âIâm just cramping a lot.â
âShit, really? Why didnât you tell me?â He asks as he glances over at you with a look of concern. Heâs well aware of how severe your periods can get sometimes. Heâs taken care of you enough times to see exactly how much pain youâre in.
âI thought I could power through.â You sniffle, instantly feeling guilty for putting a damper on the trip.
âHey, hey..â Megumi reaches over and runs his fingers through your hair. He keeps his other hand on the steering wheel â trying his best to drive safely and comfort you at the same time. âItâs alright. Youâre really hurtinâ, huh?â
âMhmâŠâ You quietly hum in agreement, and you lean your head on Megumiâs hand.
Without saying another word, Megumi takes the next exit, and he drives for a minute, ignoring your questions. He then pulls into a fancy looking hotel before putting the car in park.
âStay in here for just a second, yeah? Iâll be right back.â He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving the car and walking into the hotel lobby.
A few minutes pass before he returns to the car. By the time heâs back, you can already feel a migraine starting to kick in.
âCan you walk, gorgeous?â He asks tenderly as he unbuckles your seatbelt for you,
âYeah â I can walk..â You reply in a pained voice.
âAlright. Letâs go in here. I got us a room.â He offers his hand, and he helps guide you out of the car before he grabs both of the suitcases.
âWhat..? What about Gojo?â
âHe can wait. Your health is more important. Itâs not like his vacation home will disappear over night. Weâll see how you feel about driving some more tomorrow. If not, weâll turn back around and head home.â
âAre you sure..? I donât wanna ruin the trip.â You sniffle before rubbing your face. Your stomach starts to cramp up again, nearly making your knees buckle. Megumiâs hand rests on the small of your back, guiding you into the hotel lobby.
âI already told you, gorgeous. I donât care what we do. I just want to be with you.â
SUKUNA
Sukuna could smell the exact minute your period started. Blame it on him being a curse.
He avoids you like the plague when he knows youâre bleeding because he truly believes that he will only make your pain worse. He knows heâs not the nicest, so he just tries to stay out of your way.
Itâs definitely not because heâs terribly afraid of women who can bleed for seven days straight and not die.
âRyo?â Dammit. You caught him.
âYes, woman?â He reluctantly turns to look at you. You were wearing an elegant dress that he usually loved to peel off you before completely ravaging you.
âAre we⊠not doing tithe today..?â You ask with a small frown. You had gotten dressed up for the purpose of addressing yours and Sukunaâs subjects.
âNo⊠Iâll hold tithe next week.â He nods his head. Truthfully, he had concerned himself so much with avoiding you that he had forgotten all about tithe.
âBut⊠you always do it on the first of the month..â Youâre nearly in tears. Why was he avoiding you? Did he not want to be seen with you? Was he embarrassed of you now? So many insecure thoughts and high-running emotions.
Sukunaâs literally sweating. What the fuck did he say to make you upset? âWhy do you cry, woman? Donât cry. I didnât realize tithe was that important to you. Weâll have tithe right now.â
âYou donât love me!â Fat tears are running down your cheeks. Your hormones making you feel like the worst person on planet earth right now.
âWho the fuck said that!?â Now Sukunaâs shouting too. This is a mess. He just wants you to not bleed and to not be sad.
A moment of silence between the two of you allows him to reflect for a moment. He looks at you as youâre just looking up at him with big teary eyes, and he quietly sighs before pulling you into a hug.
âLetâs go do this tithe, and then, you can explain to me what Iâve done to make you feel so down.â
Your mood changed just as fast. Maybe he did really love you! You sat on his lap at he was sitting on his throne. Curse after curse would come up and give whatever they could spare to the king as tithe.
You were sweet to each and every one, making sure to compliment each unique âgiftâ that was bestowed upon you two. Truthfully, the curses loved having you as a queen, but even they were avoiding you today. They could smell your menstrual period as much as Sukuna could.
If you werenât so focused on your cramps, youâd be a bummed out because now your subjects didnât even seem to like you as much.
The kingâs second pair of eyes darted towards you as soon as he could hear your breath shifting, but you still wore a smile. He decided not to question it.
But when you started to grip onto the throne and his arm tightly, your face was pale, and you could barely manage to speak, he immediately ordered everyone out.
âAlright, thatâs enough. Get the fuck out.â He barked, and curses went scrambling everywhere. Hell, even Uraume took that as a direct order.
âWhat ails you, human?â He asks as his full attention is on you now. Youâre practically a mess in his lap from the pain â feeling like you might throw up or pass out from how bad it hurts.
âCramps.â You answer Sukuna lowly, and you try your best to breathe through them.
âHow do I make them go away?â He asks, spoken like a true man⊠always wanting to fix everything.
âSometimes a heating pad helpsâŠâ You wince as you can feel nausea bubbling up from how much pain youâre in.
âYou said heat?â Sukuna asks as flames coat his hand.
âNot that much heat-!â You whine and shift in his lap before the flames dissipate.
âMake up your mind, woman.â He grumbles before he rests his palm on your lower tummy. His hand was still very warm from the flames, and you instantly ease in his lap.
His eyes stay fixated on you while you rest on his lap quietly, and he ever so carefully starts to rub your stomach. He finds your behavior very much cat-like. Too bad he really didnât like cats â too unpredictable.
âHow do I keep this from coming back?â He questions more to himself than to you.
âPregnancy.â You murmur to him, half-asleep due to the immense amount of relief you felt.
âGreat. I shall get you pregnant then.â
âWhat.â
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Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)
Summary: Bucky is a little desperate for some alone time during one of Stark's parties, and ten minutes is all he needs.
Word Count: 2.2k (no mention of Y/N)
Warnings: Profanity, drinking, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism (bathroom at a party), MINORS DNI!
A/N: I kinda took a break from writing because I had a lot of unfinished fics, but I'm slowly starting to get back into it. And thank you for 300 followers on here! I can't believe there's that many people of you who actually like my writing :)
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âThatâs gotta be what, your sixth drink?â You giggled, watching as Bucky polished off another glass, âdonât you wanna slow it down a little?â
With a smirk, he set the empty crystal on the countertop. âWorried Iâll have too much and do something to embarrass you, sweetheart?â
âYou could never embarrass me, James,â you rolled your eyes, âand you also canât get drunk.â
âSânot gonna stop me from trying,â he grinned, ânow come here..â
Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you into his side before you could give an answer. Not that you minded â you didnât need an excuse to be as close to him as possible. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the heavy aftershave that he wore. It was your favourite scent. The musk from it mixed with the spice of the whiskey on his breath as it fanned across your cheeks. It was intoxication in the best way possible, superseding the several glasses of liquor that youâd consumed yourself.
âThere is something else, if you think you can handle it.â
In your own little bubble, it was easy to forget that the two of you werenât alone. Breaking your gaze away from Bucky, you saw one of your teammates making his way over to you with a delicately engraved bottle in his large hand.
âHi Thor,â you smiled politely, âwhat is that?â
He held the bottle up proudly. âAsgardian liquor, the finest brewed there. It puts everything here on Midgard to shame.â
âI bet.â You chuckled.
âIâll take that as a challenge.â Bucky grinned, stepping away from you momentarily to join Thor and some of the others in a round.
You folded your arms across your chest as you shook your head. The super soldier serum might stop his body from reacting to alcohol in the typical way, but it did have a particular effect on Bucky. You couldnât help but notice how he always seemed to get that little bit more handsy with you. Maybe it was a placebo effect, or maybe that was just an excuse to keep you close to his wandering hands.
Either way, barely twenty minutes had passed before your observation was proven true.
Your shoulder leaned against the back wall as you watched Steve and Tony play pool when Bucky joined you.
âWhereâve you been?â he murmured, âI was looking for you.â
His metal hand drifted up your side, tracing the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath to graze your hip. The metal raised goosebumps on your warm skin, and you shivered further back into his arms.
âBucky, stop⊠what if someone sees?â You whispered.
Bucky didnât ease up, rubbing soft circles on your hip as he drew you in closer. âItâs okay, nobodyâs looking at us.â
You glanced around. The loud music masked your hushed whispers, and the addition of Thorâs Asgardian liquor had worked wonders on the team of superheroes. With all of their defences down, no one had noticed the way the pair of you had sidled off to the side.
âWe shouldnât risk it.â You whispered, reaching for his hand and stopping it in its tracks.
âLetâs get out of here, just for a little bit,â he leaned in, pressing his lips to your jaw. The gentle ghost of his breathy murmurs in your ear sent your heart racing, âten minutes, thatâs all I need.â
âAre you really suggesting that we hook up in the middle of the party?â Your head tilted in a mixture of curiosity and surprise.
âWhy not?â Bucky pouted. His lips looked so damn kissable when he did that. The thought of giving in, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth in a frantic need to satisfy the urge that you were starting to feel right now was starting to not seem like such a bad idea.
âBecauseâŠâ Your voice trailed off in search of a compelling reason. Even the slightly hint of doubt would signal a dead giveaway to Bucky that you were more than willing to give in. And the worst part of it was the stupid grin on his face that told you he knew this too.
âBecause?â He taunted, his smirk growing wider.
âBecauseâŠâ The agitation in your voice grew as you struggled.
Bucky chuckled darkly, letting his right hand meet his other at your waist. He turned you slightly, until your back was against his chest. Grip tightening, he pulled your hips back into his. Pressed flush against him, you became all too aware of the way his tight, muscular body felt against yours. And that wasnât the only thing.
âBucky, are you-â
âPainfully.â He whispered, leaving another soft kiss just below your ear. Your head fell back to rest against his shoulder. Lips parting, a quiet whimper escaped from them. Bucky tucked a curl behind your ear to lean in better, âWhat was that that I just heard, hm? You can resist all you like, doll. But your bodyâs betraying you.â
He was right of course, but you bit your bottom lip anyway in an attempt to prevent yourself from letting another sound slip. The more you tried to hide your growing desires, the more Bucky persisted. His hand slid down your hip to the hem of your skirt. He played with the material, gently grazing his fingers across the back of your thigh that was now exposed to him. Instinctively, your legs clenched as he dared to venture higher.
Bucky chuckled under his breath. âBite your lip all you want. But what are you gonna do when you start to soak through your underwear and all over that pretty outfit of yours?â
Your face burned red as your gaze immediately fell downwards. Searching the front of your dress as discreetly as you could, your shoulders relaxed when you found that you hadnât. But your reaction alone was enough to let Bucky know that you considered it a real possibility.
âDid I have you worried there for a second?â he mocked, âYou know Iâm right. Come on⊠ten minutes.â
âTen minutes.â You said through gritted teeth.
âYes maâam.â He smirked, gripping your hand and pulling you out of the room.
It was a wonder that you made it to the bathroom at all. His hands were everywhere. Running through your hair, on your waist, cupping your cheek. But yours were the same, only pulling away just long enough to fumble with the bathroom door. It pushed open, and you both crashed through.
With a hand on his chest, you pushed him back to lean on the door. His eyes widened in at your sudden control, but who was he to stop you? Ripping the hand towel down off the rail by the sink, he dropped it to the floor to cushion you as you sank to your knees in front of him. You toyed with the zipper of his jeans, slowly pulling them and his boxers down in one as you pressed soft kisses to each inch of his bare skin that you exposed.
Bucky let out a tormented groan from the back of his throat as your tongue teased up to the head of his cock. He looked down at you and nearly buckled at the sight. Your hand gripping his thigh, hair messy and lipstick smudged. He watched your wet lips twist into a soft smirk that was so close to wrapping around him.
âWhen you said painfully, I had no idea this is what Iâd done to you.â You cooed, innocently sliding your palm up and down his length.
Bucky hissed at the sensation and reached out to tilt your face up to look at him. His fingers were firm on your cheeks. âWeâre down to nine minutes. You gonna keep talking with that sweet mouth, doll, or do you want to put it to good use?â
He didnât have to ask twice. His tip grazed the back of your throat in one smooth motion. But you didnât let it rest. You moved your head back and forth, letting your tongue trace over every vein. Buckyâs hand slid up from your jaw to cup your cheek, pulling you further around him as he met your movements with shallow thrusts. His view of you faded as his eyes squeezed shut, revelling in the overwhelming pleasure you were bringing him. The two of you mightâve set a time limit on this brief rendezvous but fuck he could let you go on like this forever.
Head falling back against the door with a soft thud, he growled. The animalistic sound ripped through his gritted teeth as he tugged your head back and off him. Pre cum lingered on your lips as you licked them clean.
Reaching for your hands he helped you to your feet and wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He walked you backwards until your bumped into the sink. Reaching for your thighs, he lifted you up to rest on the countertop. Your skirt slipped and bunched up around your waist as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned in, nudging himself between your legs. Gentle whines slipped out from your trembling lips as he brushed over your wetness.
âBuckyâŠâ You begged softly.
âI know, baby, I know,â he murmured, sliding your underwear over to one side, âseven minutes.â
Bucky pushed his hips forward to meet yours, burying himself completely in you. His head dropped to the crook of your shoulder and his lips met your neck. Your arms curled around his broad back, scrunching up the material of his shirt as you clung desperately to him. Soft grunts from him reverberated up into your ear as he pulled out of you only to get sucked right back in by your tight cunt. With one hand on your hip and the other on the edge of the sink, he kept you in position to take it all. Every stroke inside of you had you clenching down around him. His knuckles turned white as his fingertips pressed harder into your skin with each sharp thrust.
âSuch a good girl, letting me fuck you with all our friends in the next room,â he muttered between delicate nips at the skin just below your ear, âand you had the nerve to act like you didnât want this just as much as I did.â
Your hands moved up through his hair and down to the sides of his face as you leaned in, lips met his in a needy fashion. The kiss that followed was all-consuming, swallowing any quiet moans that might give the pair of you away. But shallow breaths slipped out here and there as Bucky rolled his tongue over yours in passionate frenzy.
He pulled on your hip until your body slipped closer to the edge of the sink, and you let out a small gasp. As Buckyâs lips parted from yours, he smirked at the fucked-out haze that glazed over your eyes as his cock rutted up deeper inside of you. As he quickened the twitch of his hips, your thighs tightened around his waist.
âKeep that up, and I wonât be able to pull out, doll.â He grunted softly.
Your brows furrowed as your head leaned back in a wave of pleasure. You werenât listening to a damn word he was saying right now. Buckyâs hand left your hip briefly to tilt your head back to him.
âIs that what you want? Want me to fill you up and fuck it back into you hard enough that it doesnât leak out for everyone to see?â
Too out of it to verbally respond, your thighs gave him a light squeeze and answered for you. Buckyâs hand let go of your face and reaffirmed its position on your hip as he then set a ruthless pace. Your head slipped forwards to rest on his shoulder. Burying your face in the crook of his collarbone, your moans vibrated against his throat, driving him crazy. You let your body go limp in his hands as he worked to bring you both a release that the pair of you desperately craved.
Two more thrusts was all it took to bring you both over that delicious edge. His metal hand nearly snapped a porcelain chunk out of the counter with how hard he was gripping it when he came. But you were only the same, with your thighs shaking and breathing heavy. You fluttered around him with every beat of your heart, squeezing every drop of come out of his cock that he had to give you. He lazily rocked his hips a couple more times, coating every inch inside of you.
Buckyâs hands released your body from his tight grip as he gently brushed strand of messy hair out of your face, but he kept himself seated.
âYou canât tell me that wasnât worth it.â He breathed.
Your pink cheeks pinched into a soft smile. âMaybe it was.â
âMaybe, huh?â He raised an eyebrow, not hesitating to lean into your neck.
âWhat are you doing?â You giggled as you felt his gentle kisses.
âWhat? Iâve still got one minute left.â He grinned playfully, trailing kisses up your cheek now as well.
âBucky.â You whined, feeling his cock teasingly plunge deeper inside of you. Your sensitive body could barely handle any more.
âFine,â he smirked, and slowly eased himself out of you, âbut when this partyâs over, Iâm done holding back.â
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My Lovely Melody
Yandere!Rockstar x GN!Reader
CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour
đž Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.
đž And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.
đž He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.
đž So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!
đž He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.
đž You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.
đž It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.
đž He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?
đž There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.
đž He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"
đž You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.
đž "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.
đž He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...
đž "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'
đž But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.
đž You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.
đž "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.
đž The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.
đž Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..
đž You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.
đž so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!
đž "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!
đž You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.
đž You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..
đž "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.
đž "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.
đž That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"
đž His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.
đž You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.
đž Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.
đž The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.
đž After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.
đž Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!
đž He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..
đž no no no! get out of my head!
đž Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?
đž Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.
đž Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..
đž shit FUCK!!
đž Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you
đž He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.
đž He decides to look you up on social media and..
đž Wait a minute...you make music too?
yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)
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where the boy that youâve got wrapped around your finger works his hardest to change his position from a somewhat friends-with-benefit to an official relationship with you. [and hes not the only one who will be switching positions ;)] *if you havenât read âfxck a fxckboyâ yet, i suggest to read it before reading this! or donât :p do as you wish!*
pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi
; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, handjobs breastplay, usage of sex toys, masturbation, usage of mature words, some dirty talk, jealous yoongi
; genre: smut (18+), pwp
; wc: 11k (hooooly sheeeeiiit)
a/n: SHES FINALLY HERE AAAAHH!! a little continuation of fuckboy yoongi~ hehe! very very sorry it took me so long! i had this in the drafts for a while and was slowly building it throughout the year :v now i've gotten busy bc your girl got into nursing school :') don't get me wrong though, i'll do my best to put out some writings here and there bc i do enjoy doing this :p i also wanna say thank you so much for showing so much love to the original 'fxck a fxckboy' fic!! i didn't expect it to gain that much attention, so i was pretty hyped to see a lot of people enjoying it :D i really hope you guys enjoy this one <3 it's just a little somethin' to fulfill your fuckboy yoongi needs hehehe. fair warning though, this is literally pure smut with no sort of plot (call me a horny mofo lmfaoooo). please ignore my grammatical errors :') i'll fix them at some point when i am notttt lazy ! :p
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âYoongi, could you quit it? Iâm trying to help you study for your exam!â
The two of you were in one of your university libraryâs study roomsâwhich included a whiteboard, a table, and a couple of chairs in a somewhat small amount of space. Out of all the seats that were around the table and the free space this room has to offer, he chose to stand right behind you, hands wrapped around your waist as his head rests on the back of your shoulder as you wrote things on the whiteboard.Â
Heâs groaning out of boredom.Â
âBut isnât this supposed to be a date?â
You snort with a chuckle, âyeahâa study date.â
You went a couple more rounds on the day you first slept with each other (and damn did he go crazy). After that, you told him you didnât want to fuck him without being âofficialâ because it felt like you were one of his little flings. He respected that, and really held himself back (although he does manage to sneak some kisses from you here and there to get his daily dose of you). He became eager to get you to be his girlfriend, but like you said you wanted to go on dates before you can agree.
And thatâs what he did.
Heâs been making everything into a date. And so far, heâs taken you on plenty.
Work on assignments together at the school library? (study) Date.Â
Drive around town, enjoying the views as you guys talked? (car-ride) Date.
Watch a movie at his place with all the snacks he bought just for you? (movie night) Date.Â
How about the two of you make dinner together? (cooking) Date.
It was cute. Something youâd never expected from him. Did he always have this romantic, sweet, and cheesy side to him? You could tell he is trying to keep his promiseâtake you on a bunch of dates till you agree to be his girlfriend. It may seem a bit too much, but due to his past history you wanted to make him wait and work hard for the âboyfriend titleââwhich he was willing to do.Â
âStill a date,â he mumbles.
Yoongiâs squeezing you tightly, bringing his head to the crook of your neck, lips just slightly brushing against your skin.Â
âYoongi, youâve got to study. Theyâre not going to let you graduate if you donât pass this class. This is what you get for always skipping.â
âI just donât understand that calculus shit. And I canât study when youâre around.â
âYou donât even like it when Iâm not aroundâbut it somehow has to be me that has to help you with studying.â
âExactly.â
Youâre chuckling again at how cute he was. How is it that he was one of the biggest fuckboys at your school and now heâs the biggest simp for you?
âHow about we make a deal?â
He hums, âIâm listening.â
âPass the class and Iâll give you whatever you want.â
His head shoots up. âWhatever I want?â He repeats.
âAnd Iâll stop your suffering and agree to be your girlfriend.â
Itâs like a whole switch went off in his body; he was ready to get going.
âYou donât have to tell me twice, princess,â heâs removing his hold around you, finally taking a seat with a pencil in his hand and a paper in front of him as he looks at you, âif thatâs all itâs going to take for me to be your boyfriend, Iâll do it.â
â
Of course, Yoongi left himself with only two days to study for his final exam. It may seem like not enough time, but one thing you learned about him is that he can get really determined to do something especially if he gets some type of reward from you.Â
He surprisingly locked himself in his room (according to Hoseok), and was trying to do things on his own. He also did not contact you at all that dayâmaking that day the first time the two of you havenât hung out or contacted each other since the day you both had that little confession session.
You didnât want to admit it, but you were honestly missing Yoongi despite it only being a day. Youâve gotten so used to having him constantly around you that him not being right next to you felt so off.Â
These feelings mustâve been bothering you so much because now youâre at the front door of his apartment with an early dinner of take-out in your hand, waiting for Hoseok to open the door.
âHeâs still in his roomâthe doors unlocked this time which is new. I would have loved to join you guys but I promised to go out with the other boys,â he pauses. ââŠI did ask Yoongi to join me but he told me to âget lostâ, soâ,â he grumbles under his breath as he makes his way around you.
You laugh at him.
âNo worries, Hoseok. Just go have fun.â
The two of you switch places, with his hand still on the door handle as heâs about to head out.
âI should be saying that to you guys,â he wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes.
âYoongiâs right! Get lost already!!â You gently hit the side of his arm as he laughs at your reaction. âDonât be so weird.â
âWho said it had to be those things? I never said that,â he laughs, but you roll your eyes at him. âGo out, watch a movie, or cookâwhatever to get him up and out of his room. That guy isnât even getting enough rest like usual and barely ate today and yesterday. Iâve literally never seen him like this beforeâheâs actually studying pretty hard for his exam.â
Youâre thinking to yourself, giving him a little nod before he says his final goodbye and shuts the door.
GodâYoongi is really serious about this.
You knock before you enter, only to be faced with Yoongi at his desk, tons of loose paper scattered everywhere and crumpled ones on the floor. He didnât even notice you until you said his name, his focus from the lecture playing on his laptop switched to you when he glanced over his shoulder.
âBabyy,â he mumbles lowly, a little smile on his mouth.
Youâre walking towards him, expecting his eyes to stay on you but they donât. Heâs listening to whatever lecture he had on, scribbling down whatever. It kind of hurt a little. You were too used to having his attention all on you.
âHave you eaten? I brought some take out.â
All he does is shake his head, still focused on his work.
A small pout on your face appears, upset with how he was. You put the bag filled with food onto the floor, next to the drawers of his desk. You take a step closer to him, a hand immediately going to his head to run your fingers through his messy hair. You gently massage his scalp with the pads of your fingers, leaning over to take a look at his work. The only sound that could be heard between you two was the lecture that he had playing.
âLook at you, working so hard,â you broke the silence, âyou literally werenât able to be like this at the library.â
He doesnât say anything. Just a little âuh-huhâ. It was more of a little grunt in agreement.Â
It bothered you that he wasnât talking to you like usual. No hands or eyes all over youânothing!Â
You remove your hands away from him.
âYoongi, donât you want to relax with me for a little bit?â
It was obvious you were pouting againâyou can just hear it as you spoke.
âCanât, baby. Iâm sorry,â he mumbles. He didnât even bother to glance over at you or complain how you removed your hand from his head.Â
âNot even just for a little?â
You hear him exhale, the small action enough to make your heart sink just a little.
âBaby, Iâm a little busy. Go lay in my bed and rest for me over there, yeah? Iâll join you as soon as I can.â
Now that definitely hurt.
He didnât even take a look at you again! Not one glance.
Without a word, you sat on his bed. Eventually you quietly lay down, taking your phone out to scroll through your apps even though youâd much prefer to be talking or hanging out with Yoongi.Â
The silence and sound of his lecture videos and the small scratches of his pencil on his paper echos in the room.
Who would have thought youâd ever see Yoongi ignoring you or not be all over you when youâre in the same room as him?
You immediately got to thinking.
And it hit you.
You toss your phone somewhere on the bed, getting up and making your way to Yoongi. You stood next to him, watching the way he doesnât even acknowledge your presence. He sits there silently, carefully watching his lecture. When you see the right moment, you turn his chair a bit towards you, giving you enough room to squeeze your way through and sit on his lap while facing him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âBabyâ,â he sighs, âI told you Iâm busy right now. I canât have you on me like this.â
âBut babyyy I miss youuu,â you whined, âcanât I get a recharge?â
You notice him completely freeze, slowly taking in what just happenedâit was the first time in forever where you didnât call him by his name.
You mentally smirk to yourself.
Now thatâs what you were waiting for.Â
He swallows hard, keeping his composure.Â
âYeah?â He hums, âI have the test tomorrow and Iâm trying to get a good grade on it. If I let you sit here with me, you gotta promise me that you wonât distract me. This test means a lot to me. Got that, baby?â
You tighten your hold around him, nestling your head against the side of his neck. You nod your head at his words. Not because you agree or that youâd promise to follow his conditions. It was just for the sake of his sanity.
He clears his throat, hitting the play button and grabbing his pencil to continue scribbling down notes or whatever.Â
Everything was pissing you off at the moment.Â
You missed his hands being all over you and the way heâd fight his way to steal another kiss from you while youâre trying to push him away because he was always greedy for more. You wanted him to be annoyingly head over heels for you while you try to be nonchalant about it. And itâs also crazy to think that itâs only been a couple days and youâre acting like this over Yoongi not showing you the same attention as usual.
You give it some time. Patiently waiting until you thought it was time to get him all riled upâand then maybe he might just pay more attention to you. But being extremely patient at this moment is a pain in the ass, and you knew you didnât want to drag this on forever. You move around on top of his lap, trying to somewhat grind against him as you pretend to get yourself more comfortable. You move your face closer to his neck, nuzzling your head on the top of his shoulder. You softly exhale, allowing your breath to hit and tickle his neck.Â
Nothing. No reaction.Â
You place your soft lips against his skin, giving him very light kisses on the same spot.
He slightly tilts his neck away without a word, causing you to huff in annoyance. You immediately bring your lips to his neck again, placing slow and gentle kisses on the side of his neck that instead lead to a spot under his ear and along his jawline.
He groans, clearly enjoying your actions but conflicted with the need to resist the temptation of you.
âBaby,â is all he says, voice sharp and stern.Â
You pull away, sitting up straight to face him.Â
âEnough.â
You could tell on his face that he was being serious.
Well..trying to. And it was cuteâwhich is why he wasnât as successful with intimidating you.
You roll your eyes at him, making your way towards him to pepper his jawline with kisses.
âBut I miss youu,â you mumbled against his skin, making your way to his ear.
ââŠand I want you so bad, babyyy.â
You hear him mumble a âfuckinâ hellâ under his breath and his hands creep underneath your thighs. Heâs picking you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck tightly. In no time, you feel your back hit against the bed. You watch him adjust himself so that heâs eye level with you as he hovers above you. Just by the look of his dark eyes, you knew you were in for it.Â
âYoongiâ,â you squeaked.
âHm?â He hums, voice rough.Â
The atmosphere around him felt different this time. It was just hard to point out what it was. Nevertheless, you brushed it off. As desperate this may sound, you were finally getting what you wanted and youâre not going to let anything get in the way. All you wanted right now was him becauseâfuckâyou miss him.Â
âPleaseâ,â you mumble.
It felt embarrassing to be underneath him like this with his hungry eyes beaming at youâand thatâs all heâs been doing for the past how many minutes that felt like an eternity. You watch his eyes flicker from your eyes and down to your lips, clearly tempted to just devour you then and there but he doesnât. He shifts in his position, bringing his right thigh in between your legs and pressed against your crotch, giving you the opportunity to grind against himâcuz fuck, you couldnât help it. You wanted to be touchedâyou needed him to do something to help you get some relief but he didn't do anything.
He watches you carefully. The way your eyes flutter shut and open slowly as you attempt to grind against his thigh, begging for him to do something. God, you were just so fucking tempting. But he couldnât.
Instead, he brings his head to the side of your neck, peppering a messy line of light kiss along it. He leads the trail up towards the side of your jaw, almost mimicking exactly what you were doing earlier. Once he makes it to the spot underneath the lobe of your ear he pulls away.
âWhat do you want, princess?â He softly speaks into your ear.Â
The sound of his voice and the way his breath hits your skin already sends shivers down your spine. It was really just the effect he had on you, and he never failed to make you feel this way. Your mind was already drunk off him, words also didnât seem to want to come out of your mouth.
He removes his thigh away from you and sits up, getting another good look at you before he lowers himself more till he becomes face-to-face with your abdomen as he lays in between your legs. He lifts up the oversized hoodie you wore, but only exposing your tummy. From there, he started to place slow and soft kisses from below your chest and leading down to underneath your belly button. These actions were making you go crazyâmaybe it has been too long since youâve been touched this way by Yoongi.
He stops giving your tummy kisses when he reaches the spot under your belly button, making you whine out a little âpleaseâ.
âMmm?â He hums, looks up at you as he sits back up to admire you. âWhat baby? You want me to go further, donât you?â
You nod at him, your eyes telling him that you need more.
He gives you a lopsided smile before bringing his head to the side of yours, his lips slightly grazing the shape of your ear.
âI donât fuck just anyone anymore, remember? My girlfriend is the only person I ever want to fuck.âÂ
What a damn smart ass.
Heâs already pulling away chuckling before you could wrap yourself around him to keep him on top of you.
âWhaat?!â You whined, ââbut Yoongi!â
Heâs laying in between your legs, arms wrapped around your hips as he nuzzles the side of his head on your tummy. You watch him get comfortable and his breathing slows.Â
âYoongi,â you gently pat his head in annoyance.
Silence.
âYoongi, wake up,â you huff.
Nothing.
The exhaustion finally caught up to him and made this man fall asleep on you just like that.
You grumble to yourself in annoyanceâa perfectly good plan gone to waste. You do your best to shove him off you (of course it took a couple tries). Once you finally got him off you, you took your needy ass home.
That was just it.
Hoseok could deal with this man when he gets home!
â
You honestly couldnât wrap your head around the fact that youâre in this position right now. The Yoongi you were seeing now was a complete 180 from the one you were dealing with yesterday.
âWhatâs with the little outfit you have underneath your hoodie, princess? Were you already expecting me to come over?â
His smile is cheeky, the thought of you waiting for him to come home in that outfit got him smiling like crazy.Â
Fuckâit made him way too happy.
You hum, carefully picking out your words.
âI was going to film something.â
âYeah?â His eyes widen, and his imaginary tail starts to wag. âas a congratulatory gift, huh?âÂ
âThat⊠or a âsorry-you-failed-youâll-get-it-next-timeâ gift,â you chuckle.
He scoffs at your words.
âYou thought I wouldnât pass?â
âI mean there was a possibility, wasnât there, Yoongi?â
He chuckles, bringing his eyes from you down to your thighs.
âYou donât get it, baby,â he hums, fingers lightly grazing down your thigh, âyou told me youâd be all mine if I passed this exam.â He pauses, removing his fingers from your thigh and brings his face closer to your skin, pressing chaste kisses that lead up to your inner thigh. He gently bites down, earning a little yelp from you.
Yoongi sits up to face you eye-to-eye again, admiring the annoyed look on your cute face yet there was a slight shift in his demeanor.
âThereâs no way Iâd ever want to lose to a prize like that, baby. And even if I werenât able to pass that exam, you know damn well that Iâll make sure to make you want to be mine.â
He stares at you, mentally undressing you causing him to lick his lips. The way he looked at you made you feel small, despite his eyes flickering from your eyes, down to your lips, and to your bare legs. It suddenly felt embarrassing to be wearing such an outfit under a hoodie while being in front of Yoongi.Â
As if he could sense your feelings, he gets off the bed and grabs your swivel chair from your desk, placing it right in front of the end of the bed. He takes a seat, leaning back with his legs spread and arms crossed over his chest.
âShow me what you were about to film.â
âYoongiâ,â you mess with the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it down to cover yourself some more, ââyou know I canât â.â
âShow. Me.â He interrupts, words sharp. His voice was low and demandingâand you hate to admit it but it was definitely turning you on.
You swallowed hard, awkwardly clearing your throat before answering him.Â
âIâmâuhâ,â you croaked.
âWhat is it?âÂ
âMyâumâŠ,â you mumbled ââŠitâs in the drawer on your right.â
He raises an eyebrow, turning to his side to pull open the drawer of your dresser. He rummages through it without looking until he feels a particular item he can already recognize. The boy brings it out, holding it in front of him with a snicker.
âYou were going to use this too?â Heâs waving it around, a big smile on his face.
Your grow even more embarrassed, face flushed. You look down, avoiding his gaze as you sheepishly nod your head.
âWhat a treat,â he hums, âbut donât you need to prepare yourself before using your little toy?â
You lift your head up only to find him still watching you with a teasing smile.Â
âLet me see how you get yourself all nice and wet, princessâthen Iâll hand this over to you.â
As youâre sitting on top of your legs in a kneeling position, you bring your thighs a little closer to each otherâand he immediately notices it.
Heâs tipping his head upwards, giving you a signal to âgo onâ.Â
You could just not listen to him but in all honesty, youâve been waiting so long to become intimate with him again. And knowing himâespecially from what happened the other dayâheâd definitely tease the shit out of you and not give you what you want if you donât follow his orders.
You try to brush off the nerves you were feeling, moving your legs from underneath. Your legs were spread apart, knees bent and feet on top of the bed, giving him a good view of your skimpy, sheer underwear you chose to wear today. He could already tell you were wetâjust from a quick glance at your panties heâs already spotted a little wet patch.
With just your index and middle finger, you take the two digits and place them over your panties and on top of your clit, rubbing it in small and slow circles. You were already closing your eyes, throwing your head back while moaning softly. Maybe it was the effect of his presence or just him overall but you felt even more turned on than when you do this by yourself.
âPanties to the side, princess.â
You do as he says, feeling the surge embarrassment run through you, causing your face to grow hot and red. You continue to slowly rub your wet clit, with your head turned to the side as you whimper and moan all while avoiding him.
âDonât avoid your pussy, baby. It needs some attention too,â he hums, âput a finger in.â
You look at him, biting down on your lip as you remove your fingers from your clit.
You hesitate a bit before slowly inserting your middle finger into your heat, pumping it in and out as you turn your head away from him to avoid his gaze. You bit down on your lip with enough pressure to leave indents, suppressing your moans from Yoongi.
âSo good baby, youâre such a good girl.â He coos.
âYour pussy is just sucking your finger right in, princess,â he chucked, âmaking a whole mess just from one finger.â
You ignored his comments, torn between concentrating imagining that your fingers were his own or his cock that were filling up your pussy, or the fact that you wanted to hide yourself and your moans from the man in front of you. God, itâs embarrassingâto be exposed and to be playing with your most private part right in front of a man you were head over heels for. Yoongi, however, wasnât having it. He thought this whole thing was the biggest turn on heâs ever had. You were the sexiest girl on earth to him, especially with the nice treat of you playing with yourself.Â
âNnngghâahh~!â You yelped, quickly looking down to see the man in between your legs, eyes dark as he lapped up your overflowing essence. Your movements stutter, and he takes that as an opportunity to move your hand away and replace it with his, making you a bit noisier than before. He pulls his face away, thumb playing with your clit as he keeps eye contact with you.
âThere we go, baby. Donât hide that pretty face from me,â he smirks. It was easy for him to read youâhe already knew that you would try to avoid his gaze. Heâs tossing your pink dildo on the bed, removing his hand from your clit. He places each hand on the back of your thigh of each leg, pressing your legs against the sides of your chest and nearly folding you in half. This position was one of his favoritesâhe was always able to see everything while he ate you out.
He keeps a tight hold on your legs, making sure they stay in place. He switches from using a flat tongue while moving his head side to side to using just the tip of his tongue to stimulate your sensitive and erect clit before sucking itâcompletely indulging in all your juices that were flowing out of you.Â
âW-wait!âplease!â you squealed.
He has you squirming, lifting your hips in an attempt to get it away or closer to his face. The noises he made were obsceneâ loud slurps, low hums. He ran his tongue up and down your slit, lapping up the essence you produced. He uses that thick piece of muscle to probe at your hole, plunging it in and out of you. He buried his face into your pussy, his tongue moving around your hole as his nose brushes against your bead, allowing him to inhale the sweetest scent of you.
He loved watching the look you had on your faceâcheeks brushed red, mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed. It was a sexy lookâand being in this position where he had a good view of your lower half and your face could almost make him cum. He removes his hold from one leg, bringing that free hand to easily slide two fingers in you as he abuses your clit with his mouth, causing you to let out a strained gasp.
âY-yoonâŠgi~!â You cried.
He hums against your clit before removing himself.
âFuck, princessâ,â he curls his fingers upwards as he thrusts them into you, ââyou taste so damn good.â
âPleaseâ! Need you!â
Heâs chuckling at youâthought that you looked so damn adorable that he was contemplating to tease the shit out of you or completely fuck your brains out.
âYeah? You need my cock, huh, baby?â With his two fingers in your pussy, he uses his thumb to rub your clit, causing you to clench around him. He becomes more aggressive with his thrusting of his fingers.
âHhhnnghhâ!â You squeak, feeling yourself about to reach your high. Youâre gripping onto the sheets, arching your back. Right thereâit was right there. You could feel the way he was trying to get you to release. But once you almost felt that wave of pleasure, it was quickly taken away from you. Your legs shake and you clench around nothing.
âYou owe me a show, princess,â the man hums, bringing the wet digits to his mouth. He spreads his two fingers apart, making a v-shape as he takes his tongue and licks around his fingersâthe slick, sticky essence coating themâ all while making sure to maintain eye contact with you.
âYooonggiiâ,â you whined with a pout, bringing your legs together to rub your thighs against each other to feel something. âWas almost there, Yoongi~,â you mumble with a pout, innocent eyes glistening at him.Â
Heâs standing up as you spoke, chuckling at how desperate you looked.Â
âGod, youâre fucking cute.â
It was clear to him how badly you wanted him to continue. But he had to hold himself back because he just had to play around with you. The man reaches over the bed to grab the sex toy he tossed earlier, holding up to show it to you.
âI got you all ready for this, baby. Show me how you use it.â
You look at him with a flushed face, lips pouting at the fact he wasnât going to continue what he was doing earlier. It was annoyingâstopping you from cumming just because he wants to see you ride your dildo. You were hoping the pleading look on your face would change his mindâmake him want to continue, but he doesnât budge. You slightly roll your eyes at him, reposition yourself to sit up in front of him on your knees again.Â
He smirks, satisfied with how well youâre listening to him even though he can see right through you. Yoongi gently tosses the dildo in front of you before taking a seat. You took the toy into your hands, holding it as if it was a foreign object to you.Â
âGo on, baby.â He hums, keeping his eyes on you. He looked relaxed; slightly slouched against the chair with his legs manspreading.Â
You huff, mustering up the courage and to mentally preparing yourself to do such a lewd act in front of him (even though the two of you have already slept with each other and seen one another naked and whatnotâŠ). You lift yourself up, standing on your knees with them slightly spread apart. You hold the bottom of your hoodie underneath your chin, which exposes just your tummy, while you try to position the toy underneath you. You bring your panties to the side to expose yourself, brushing just the tip against your slit which makes you clench around nothing. You slowly sink down once you feel yourself wrap around the tip.Â
âHaaa~,â you gasp, tilting your head back as you sink down even further. Youâre a whimpering, mumbling mess when you have it completely in youâand fuck has it been a long time since youâve actually used it or been fucked by Yoongi. You allow yourself to get yourself adjusted.
He focuses on how your face scrunches up and how your mouth hangs open, since youâve let go of the bottom part of your hoodie and is now covering where all the action was.Â
You missed this feeling of being full that it was making you go crazy. You wanted to stay like this, but for some reason you felt like wanting to move. You lift your hips up in an attempt to have the toy just barely in you, but it doesnât slide out of you so you sit down again.
âYour pussy isnât letting it go, princess. Youâre gripping it so tightly,â he chuckles, leaning forward so that heâs closer to you and the bed. âIâll hold it for you, baby.â
You nod, lifting your legs up as you try to relax yourself, letting your dildo slide out and onto the bed. You stood there on your knees, waiting for him to do something.
He brings his hand to the bottom of your hoodie.
âHold this up with your mouth for me, baby. Make sure this part is the part youâre holding with your mouthâ
You look at him a bit weird, not fully understanding his specific request but you do it anyway. You bring the fabric up to your mouth, now completely revealing your lingerie to him.
AhâŠWhat a smartass.
He notices you roll your eyes at him, making him chuckle. He takes the sex toy and holds it with the base in his palm.
âAlright, baby. Go at it.â Heâs positioned the dildo underneath you, waiting for you to get on it again.Â
The two of you make eye contact as you slowly sink down again. You feel the tip of the toy brush against your wet folds, causing you to bite down on the fabric a little harder than before.Â
Why are you more excited? Is it because of Yoongi?Â
Fuck, you wanted him badly.
As you slowly slide yourself down on the dildo, youâre immediately throwing your head back again, breaking eye contact but he continues to watch you. You feel yourself reach the end of it, only for you to immediately raise your hips and again to slowly start moving up and down. You find a rhythm as you bounce on the toy, your hands finding their way to massage your breasts, massaging them with the lingerie still on as your moans are slightly muffled from the fabric in your mouth.Â
âLook at you playing with yourself. You look so sexy, princess. You were going to film something like this for me, right baby?â He hums, reaching over in his pocket to take out his phone. He opens up the camera app, tilting his phone upwards to get the whole view of you and starts to record you. âI'll help you and be your cameramanâlook at the camera, princess.â
At first he gets a shot of all of youâyou glancing down at him and the camera with a flushed face before quickly throwing your head back, hands grabbing at your own breast over the sheer fabric covering them, your hips moving on its own as you bounced up and down. He then pans the camera to your pussy swallowing up your dildo.
âYeah, keep moving like that, baby. Youâre making such a creamy mess on your dildo like a good girl. Youâre gripping so hardâfuck, baby,â he groans lowly.
He watches the way all your overflowing juices were pooling at the base of the dildo and makes sure to get a good shot of it before tossing it to the side.
âTake the hoodie off, baby.â
You do as he says, tossing the fabric somewhere on the floor. He takes in the way you looked in the skimpy piece of clothing you wore underneath.Â
God, you blew him away.Â
You were just so. damn. beautiful.Â
The white made you look heavenlyâangelic, actually. And the lacey, sheer fabric that covered you wasnât necessary at this point, but damn did it do a good job at catching his eye. The set you had on also had some frills on it, along with a little bow in the middle of your waistband and of your bra. It all suited youâit was perfectly made for you.
He literally just couldnât take his eyes off of you.
With his free hand, he caresses the curve of your waist to the curve of your hips. He takes a finger and curls it underneath the thin waistband of your panties, following it slowly until he removes it once he reached the middle of your thigh. Yoongi brings his hand up to your chest, using his index finger and thumb to pinch your erect nipple right through the sheer fabric.
âHaaahh~,â you stutter in your movements, letting out an airy moan.
God, he needed you so bad.
He takes the hand that is holding your dildo, flicking his wrist upwards, causing you to fall forwards and pause your movements. He slides your dildo back out, only just to slam it back in and keep it at a steady paceâfucking you with your dildo as you stay still leaning over him. His free hand goes to the side of your ass, helping you stay up.
âYoongiâ!â You whine, your arms making its way to link behind the manâs neck. Your chest is nearly pressed against his face, giving him the opportunity to grab a mouthful of your breast.Â
The man encases your hard nipple through the fabric in his mouth, biting down on it enough to get another moan of his name out of your mouth.
âNnnghh~!â You squeal, pulling him closer to you.Â
He then begins to suck on your nipple, toying with the metal bar thatâs pierced right through it. With how sheer the fabric is, heâs practically sucking on you rather than the fabric.
Your legs begin to shake as he starts to pick up the pace with your dildo. You could feel that high again, the same feeling you felt earlier when he was eating you out like a goddamn monster.
âYoongi!â You chant with your mouth slightly hung open, âplease! Right thereâ!â
Heâs slamming the dildo inside you, filing you all the way. Heâs hitting the spot that made you roll your eyes backwards, your mouth hanging open and spewing nonsense.
He removes himself from your breast, pulling back to take a look at your face, admiring how sexy you are. Godâhe canât get over you.
âGo ahead and cum for me, baby,â he mumbles lowly, âlose yourself already.â
He uses the hand on your ass to guide you on your dildo while the other hand has it sliding in and out of you. He brings his lips to your collarbone, trailing kisses towards and up your neck.
You breathe heavily, mouth hung wide open as pleasure takes over you. It almost felt like you were being fucked by him, but it was nearly enough.Â
âYoongiâyoongi!â You chant before losing yourself. You rest your head on his shoulder, listening to your heart pound crazy while you catch your breath.Â
âGood job, baby, you did so good.â He kisses the side of your head, slowly removing the dildo from your pussy, earning a little whine from you.
He lets you sit down on his clothed lap, your wetness probably leaving marks on his sweats. At this point, you could most definitely feel how hard he was right now. You lift your head up and look at him with fucked out eyes. Your hands were clasped behind his neck, while his hands rested on your waist.
You grind yourself against his hard erection, hoping he gets the hint that you wanted him now instead of having you beg for it.
The corner of his mouth lifts up to a small smirk.
Heâs lifting you up as he gets you both off the bed. Heâs turning around, gently bringing you down on top of the bed.
âLie down for me, baby,â his voice low.
He gets a view of you again in your sexy lingerie. Yes, this fucking sexy ass lingerieâgod, all the mental photos he has of you will definitely be on repeat in his mind. He didnât want to remove it. I meanâit would be a waste if he had to. Just the look of you in such a pretty yet skimpy outfit made him go crazy.Â
You attempt to be quick with closing your legs again, keeping some modesty. However, he was able to beat you by bringing his hands on either of your legs and pushing them slightly down to keep you wide open for him.
âSo pretty,â he mumbles under his breath as he salivates at the look of your body. You grew embarrassed again, having the urge to shut your legs to cover you up but Yoongi was too strong for you.
âCan you tell me what you want next, baby?â
You already knew he was going to tease youâactually he probably just wanted to hear those words come right out of your mouth. It would be music to his ears.
âYoongi, pleaseâŠ,â you mumble, âdonât you want to fuck me?â You give him the most innocent doe eyes that you could, hoping he could lose himself already.
He chuckles.
âOf course, princess,â he brings himself closer to you, taking his painful erection and grinds himself against your slick, teasing your little hole. âYou want me to fuck you like this? With my clothes on? Itâs making such a mess on my pants, baby.â
You bite down on your bottom lip, shaking your head no. You wanted more, and you know that he knows that already.
âThought so,â he hums. âBe specific, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.â
You hesitate a bit, but his teasing was enough to make you more upfront with what you wanted.
âTake your clothes off too, Yoongi.â
âMmmâŠwere you feeling alone?â
âExtremely, Yoongiâ
He chuckles as he removes every piece of his clothing from his body, tossing it wherever in the room.
âCanât let my baby feel that way,â he hums.
Your eyes go from his to below his waist, watching him slowly remove his boxers and revealing his cock. It was thick and long, an angry red at the tip with a bit of precum oozing out.Â
Your hand gravitates towards it, holding it by the base and squeezing it a little. You completely forgot how big and girthy he was. As you slide your hand up and down his cock, you got him lowly groaning while you thought to yourself about whether or not this thing could fit in you again. But fuckâyou wanted him so bad.Â
ââŠplease Yoongi,â you remove your hand from his cock, looking up at him, âfuck me already.â
Heâs smiling, bringing his cock closer to your core. He takes his thumb to push his cock on top of your slit, and keeps it there. He slides himself back and forth, coating himself with your slick, teasing you as he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit.
You let out a little whine from his touch.Â
âWant your cock inside me, Yoongi,â you mumble.
Heâs leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, his facing hovering yours.
âItâs all yours, baby.â
Heâs leans in again to steal a passionate kiss from you, while he slowly pushes his cock inside your soaked hole. You slightly pull away from him, your mouth hanging open, spewing out soft moans as he fills you up.Â
He gives you the chance to get used to him being inside you. And fuck, did he miss your fucking pussy.Â
He pulls his hips back, letting you miss the feeling of him filling you up before he slams himself right back into you again.
âHaaah~! Yoongi!â You say breathlessly. Your hands crawl to hold the sides of his face, as he continues to leave a trail of scattered kisses from the side of your neck and down to your chest. Heâs pulling the cup of your bra down, exposing you before he latches on to your pierced nipple.Â
He starts to pick up the pace as he thrusts into you; finally leaving your breasts alone with hickies that mark you as his. He stands straight to look down at you, watching you writhing underneath him. He pulls the other cup to your bra to expose the other perky and pierced breast. His eyes mesmerized by the face you were making as you were getting fucked by him, your tight pussy sucking him right up, and your tits bouncing everywhereâgod it felt like they made him even harder.
âFucking gorgeous,â he grunts as he thrusts into you, âyouâre all mine, huh?â
You let out little more whimpers and moans, unable to make out any sentences. He chuckles, wanting to see you lose more of yourself. He lifts your leg and puts it over your shoulder, wanting to penetrate you even deeper. He takes his right thumb and gives it a quick lick with his tongue before placing it right on your clit, rubbing it in circles.
âNnngghâah! Yoongi!â You yelp.
âMy pretty girl. You take me in so well, huh?â
He watches you let out louder moan, realizing that his cock grazed your most sensitive spot.
Heâs snapping his hips hard against you. He lifts his knee up to place it on the bed, angling himself so that he could continuously hit that spot that had you rolling your eyes back. He presses down on your clit harder, torturing it with quick and small tracings of a circle.
Youâre mumbling nonsense, spewing out whatever came out of your mouth. He could feel you tightening around him, making him let out another groan.
He looks down at the area where you two were connected, admiring the creamy mess you were making on his dick. His eyes wander upwards to your heavenly body. Then up to your cute face, making all kinds of sounds as he pounded youâGod, heâs actually going insane, he was grunting with every thrust.Â
âW-wait! Haahnngh~! Yoongi!â You bring a hand to his abdomen, weakly trying to push him away as heâs drilling himself inside of you.Â
âPlease!â You whined, âs-somethingâs coming out!âÂ
A soft smile slowly forms on the manâs face as he watches yoursâmouth hung open, nonsense whining. You were writhing underneath him, trying to get away from him but he wouldnât let you. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before putting more strength into his thrusts.
âYoongi!â You yelped, letting out helpless whines as you can feel yourself about to reach your high.Â
Your hands wrap around his back, your sharp nails scratching him enough to show red lines and possibly make him bleed.Â
He gives a final thrust, causing you to squirt all over his pelvis area and onto the bed when he removes himself from your hole.
âFuckâŠ,â he grumbles under his breath.
He watches your chest move up and down, eyes closed as youâre still trying to recover from what just happened.
âYou made a fucking mess, baby. You squirted all over me.â
Your eyes shot open, propping yourself up with your elbows to look down at what you did.
âI justâŠ?â You lay yourself down again, covering your eyes in humiliation. Itâs the first time youâve done that before. âYoongiâthis is so embarrassing,â you whined.
âEmbarrassing?â Heâs leaning forward to kiss the back of your hands before gently removing them away from your face, eyes now on him. âThat was sexy as fuck, baby.â
Heâs lifting you to sit you up before he carries you again. He sits first on the edge of the bed, placing you on his lap while facing forward. Right in front of you, you had a view of the two of your naked, sweaty bodies. Hickies scatter across your chest, your legs spread apart and glistening from you making the biggest mess. You feel your cheeks grow red from looking at yourself.
He helps remove your sheer, lace bra off. His hands roam around until they glide up and down the sides of your waist.
âLook how sexy you are, baby. So, so fucking sexy.â
Heâs tapping on the side of your ass, signaling for you to lift your bottom just a bit, which you did, as he helps you remove your panties. He holds his cock up, and helps you guide your hips to it. You slowly slide down on his cock, fully taking him whole, causing you to let out a shaky moan.
âBring your feet up, baby.â
You do it, placing one foot on either side of him and near the edge of the bed. He has his chest against your back, an arm holding your waist to keep you steady while his other hand is pushed against the bed behind him to hold him up.
âBounce for me, princess. And keep your eyes on the mirror. Need you to see what I see when I fuck you.â
You bite down on your lip, looking at him through the mirror and he tips his head again telling you to âgo onâ. You slowly lift your hips up, feeling somewhat empty without his cock in you, until you drop yourself down on him. The fullness had you moaning out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure.
âI told you to watch yourself, didnât I?â
You keep a steady pace on his cock, your eyes closed and mouth hanging open again.
ââŠtoo embarrassingâ,â you moan.
He scoffs, annoyed with your response. He wanted you to see how you lookedâhow your body reacts when you have his cock stuffed inside of you. He wasnât going to let that answer slide.
The man hooks his arms under the back of your knees, carrying you while he keeps himself in you. Your eyes flash open when you feel yourself in the air.
âW-wait! Yoongi!â Your hands go to your face to cover your eyes. You lay your back more against him to keep yourself from falling forward.
Heâs moving you on his cock with no difficulties. He has you bouncing up and down, while youâre still trying to process whatâs going on.
âLook at how much of a slut you fucking look like, princess,â his voice low and gravely.Â
The contrast of his words turn you on. Peaking through your fingers, you catch a glimpse of your glistening, naked body.Â
âRemove them, now.â
You swallow hard, finally facing yourself. Your eyes wander, watching the way your pussy took in your boyfriendâs cock, how you were making such a damn mess on it, the way your perky breasts bounced around while he thrusted upwards into your pussy. It was all so vulgarâa dirty scene that came out of a porno.
âYeah, thatâs it, baby. This is the view that I getâandIâm the only one who gets to have this view.â
Despite feeling slightly embarrassed about watching yourself, you couldnât help but feel a bit more turned on. Who knew you could make such a dirty yet sexy expression?
Youâre furrowing your eyebrows, mouth hung open as you whimper and moan. Your hand travels down to your lower abdomen, holding it there to feel a slight bulge whenever Yoongi pushes himself in you. It was actually insane to you to be able to feel and see this.
âGo lower, baby. Play with yourself.â
Your hand slowly inches lower, grazing your skin. You take a finger and draw small, slow circles on your clit. You watch yourself through the mirror, your eyes flickering to watch your scrunched up face to how Yoongi was pounding your pussy while you played with your swollen, sensitive bead.
âFuckâthatâs it baby. You listen so well,â he grunts.Â
He adjusts his hold under you, making it more comfortable for him to slide you in and out of him while he fucks you harder underneath. He was basically doing bicep curls at this pointâhis muscles were nearly on fire but he couldnât care any less.
âMore pressure baby.â
You follow his commands, and you have yourself throwing your head back again as you lose yourself. Your sensitive clit makes your hips shake, causing you to squeeze tightly around him. You hear Yoongi slightly growl in your ear, going crazy because of you.Â
âYouâre milking my cock so hardâyou want my cum that bad, huh?â His voice was gruff.
He holds you a bit lower, stopping his little bicep curls and instead continues to fuck you from underneath at a faster pace and with more forceful thrusts.
âNggghâahh~!â You yelp from the change in speed.
âDonât fucking remove your fingers. Keep playing with yourself.â
You were nearly seeing stars again. You couldnât think straight. But you could feel that same feeling you felt earlier, and you knew you just couldnât hold that knot in your stomach anymore.
âFâfuck! Yoongi! Ahâ!â You cried, âcumming!â
âFucking cum for me, baby. Lose yourself already.âÂ
Heâs thrusting you with all the power he can, while his face was stuck on watching your reaction on your airbrushed slightly red face.Â
Soon, he's pulling out of your slippery, wet hole. Your mouth makes an âoâ shape, before crying out Yoongiâs name as you orgasm again. Your body fluids shot out of you and coating the mirrorâand you squirt again, just as he was wanting to get you to do.Â
Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closed as you were trying to catch your breath. You could feel your hips still twitching from being so sensitive. This was something youâve never experienced before.Â
Heâs kissing the side of your head, mumbling sweet words. He gently lays you back down on the bed on your back, allowing you some time to relax for a bit. You can feel the mix of his and your fluids seeping out of your hole, dripping down to your other puckered hole.
Your eyes flutter open and they couldnât help but take a quick scan at the naked manâs body that stood in front of you. As you look lower, you canât help but notice that his cock was still painfully hard, standing up straight with a slight curve to it.
He towers over you, watching every small movement you make. Although he was being sweet to give you some time to rest, by the look he was making you could tell he was hungrily waiting for the next round. He licks his lips as a lazy smile forms on his face as your eyes finally meet.
âYoongiâŠ,â you mumble. Your hand makes its way to his length, wrapping your fingers around it. Your essence still coats him, making it slippery enough for you to slowly stroke his cock. You look up at him with half-lided eyes.
He lowly groans in pleasure, throwing his head back for a second before bringing it back to look at you.
âMmmâŠyes, baby?âÂ
âAll that fucking and youâre still so hard?â
Heâs laughing, an odd thing to do when someone is giving you a handjob.Â
âI canât get enough of you, baby.â
âYeah?â You hum, slowing your movements.Â
He takes his hand and wraps it around yours, helping you pump his cock before he starts to guide it to your slit. The two of you drag the tip against your wet folds.
âLooks like itâs the same for you too, baby. Youâre fucking wet again.â Heâs pushing himself into you again, the two of you letting go of his cock. He slowly sinks in, getting a little whimper out of you.
âAll that fucking and youâre still clenching onto me so tightly, baby. You really love my cock inside you, huh?â
Heâs pulling out, still keeping the tip in, before he thrusts back into you.Â
âMmmph~! F-fuckâŠ! Yesss, Yoongi.â
Heâs chuckling again, keeping his pace steady.
âYeah?â He hums, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your thigh to keep it steady. Taking his free hand, he uses it to press firmly against your lower abdomen. Youâre mumbling nonsense again from this new feeling of pleasure.
âGodâI fucking love you,â he grunts, bringing your other leg over his shoulder. Heâs leaning against you, practically folding your body in half just to reach you even deeper. This position had you rolling your eyes back, reaching for any body part of him to dig your fingernails into his skin. Yoongi would switch it up at timesâfrom giving you fast yet shorter strokes to taking his sweet time as he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to slowly bring himself back in. However, he made it his goal to make sure every thrust was sharp enough to bruise your cervix.Â
Your mouth hangs open, nothing but airy moans escaping from it with every thrust he makes. He brings his face to yours, using this opportunity to probe his tongue into your mouth. His tongue dances along with yours before he captures it in his mouth. Heâs sucking on it, eliciting more moans from you but he removes himself to swallow them. You pull away to catch your breath, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter.
âGonnaâŠcumâ,â you mumble under your breath.Â
Yoongi huffs, giving you small pecks on the sides of your mouth. He really didnât need you to let him know. He could already tell by the way your insides were clamping onto him.Â
Heâs quickly removing himself from you, denying your orgasm. The man watches your hips move in desperation, your hole spasming around nothing as he helps you rest your legs on the bed.
âYoongiiiâhnnghâŠ,â you cried, voice whiney. âSo mean,â you quietly mumble.
He smirks at your words.
Without any word, he rolls you onto your stomach. The man lifts your hips upwards to have your ass sticking up and spreads your legs apart. He pushes the upper portion of your body against the mattress, your arms cushion your head as you lay there. With his large hand, he presses on the small of your back, helping you with a deeper arch.Â
âBeg for my cock, baby.â
You turn your head around to look back at him, shaking your head in disagreement while he has you in this position.
His left eyebrow lifts up and a dark chuckle escapes his lips.
âYou were behaving so well earlier, princess.â He hums, taking his dick and running it through your wet folds to collect your arousal. âNow you want to be a brat?â
âDonât want to beg anymore,â you mumble.
He scoffs. âSo should I end it here?â
âGo ahead. Iâll find someone else who could do a better job then. They would let me cum.â
He smacks the sides of your ass, getting a yelp out of you.
âWatch your mouth.â
âMaybe I can call up this one guyâ.â
He grasps the sides of your ass, spreading them apart to reveal your needy pink, dripping hole. He slowly sinks into you, causing you to let out a shaky moan. Yoongi keeps still inside of you, making sure youâre taking in all of him.
âYou only need me, babyâyour fucking boyfriend. Iâm the only one who gets to see you this way and get you to cum.â
He canât help but absolutely hate the sound and the thought of you with another man. It drove him crazy just hearing you mention âsome other guyâ.
Your eyebrows furrowed together, little moans coming out of you as being stuffed with his dick made you go dumb in the head.
ââYoongiânggghâ! Move!â
He lifts your hips higher, pressing the small of your back to get you to arch your back more. He leans over you, his pelvis pressed against your ass, making you feel his dick even further in you, causing you to let out a swear. He leaves gentle kisses on the back of your naked shoulder.
âSay please,â he mumbles into your skin.
âFâfuck, Yoongi!â You grumble, annoyed at his words.
He waits patiently, letting his silence and your soft whimpers fill the air. The man couldnât care less if he had to stay in the position for hoursâhe loved the feeling of your soft, warm, and wet pussy pulsating around him.Â
And with that, you knew you couldnât win.
 ââPleaseâ!â You cry out.Â
âRemind me who I am again.â
ââboyfriend!â You quickly spat out, desperate for him to move already.
âYou gonna be a good girl for me again?â
Youâre quick to nod your head âyesâ.
He grins at your response, happy with how easy he can get you to be submissive when youâre full of his cock.
âNow was that so hard to do, princess?â
Heâs pulling out, just the tip barely in you.
ââŠannoying,â you mumble under your breath.
He slams himself into you again, causing you to moan out his name.
âYeah? Iâm annoying too, huh? A big mean, annoying boyfriend, right?â His voice was low and gravelly.
He starts to find a rhythm and pace as he starts to pound your pussy. Snapping his hips to make sure his skin hits against yours as loud and as hard as he can, the noises filling the room and the skin of your ass slowly turning a shade of red.
Heâs searching for your dildo that was thrown somewhere nearby. Once he finds it, heâs immediately taking it. He leans over you as he fucks you, placing the dildo in front of you. Yoongi halts his movements, removing himself from you.
âYoongi~,â you whine, swaying your ass side to side. You push your hips back, trying to find him so you could reconnect again.
God, this viewâthis scenario. Itâs all he could easily get used to.
âCâmon, baby you canât be doing that to me,â he slightly groans, âyouâre driving me crazy.â
âPlease,â you mumble, bringing your hands behind you. You place one hand on the sides of your ass, gently spreading it apart so that Yoongi has a better view of your weeping hole. You turn your head to look back at him as you hold yourself in this position, swaying your ass side to side. âPlease go crazy and fuck me already, Yoongi.â
What a fucking invite.
âFuck,â he hissed, running his hand through his wet hair. He could feel all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, making him painfully harder. His mind went damn blank just from hearing you say that while being in such a pornographic position.Â
You seriously knew how to turn him on.Â
How fucking dangerous.
Heâs bringing himself closer to you, rubbing his erect cock in between your ass, allowing it to slide back and forth. It gets you impatient, causing you to wiggle your ass again as he continues with his movements.
âBe a good girl and keep that dildo in your mouth while I fuck you, alright princess?â He gives the side of your ass another gentle slap as a form of encouragement.
Yoongi patiently waits for you to start bobbing your head, along with the vulgar slurping noises you obnoxiously made.
Did you really enjoy having that dildo inside your mouth when he was right behind you?
He mentally scoffs out of jealousy, knowing that he shouldnât be feeling this way at all.Â
You became louder with your muffled moans once Yoongi was inside of you again, making those dumb thoughts disappear. The view of you being filled up both way clearly made him way too hardâhe was instantly fucking you at a brutal pace, almost as if he hasnât touched you in ages.
Heâs rougher this time; using one hand to gather your hair and make a makeshift ponytail just to wrap it around his hand to help you guide your head along your dildo while the other free hand is gripping the side of your ass as he fucked you from behind.
âYouâre so fucking good, baby. Sucking on your dildo while I fuck you senseless, just like a pretty little slut you are.âÂ
His thrusts had more force to them, your skin turning redder than before. He wanted to demolish you, make you melt underneath him. All you could do was hum into your dildo in pleasure, holding onto the base for dear life. You could feel tears threatening to spill out of your eyes whenever your dildo would reach deeper in your throat, causing you to gag on it. Of course, Yoongi thought all of this was sexy. God, it was fucking sexy.
He found that one spot again that has your mind spinning. The man angles himself so that he kept hitting that spot over and over again.
You immediately pull away from your dildo, drool escaping from the sides of your mouth.
âY-yoongiâ!â You yelped, your hands let go of the dildo after you toss it to the side, now gripping onto the sheets.
He releases his grip on your hair, moving his hand to the front of your neck to pull you up and your back arched against him, changing the position again. The other hand around your waist to keep you steady.
Yoongi brings the side of his head to yours.
âNot gonna let you get away from me,â his gravely voice whispers against your earâand god did that send tingles down your spine.
The pressure of his hand around your neck was pleasurable enough to keep you lightheaded. However that hand goes to toy with your breasts, fiddling with piercing and pinching your nipple before taking a big handful of your breast to massage it as he fucked you.
He finally brings his hand to your front, pressing his two fingers against your swollen and sensitive bead. You feel your hips twitch, unable to control your body movements. All you could feel in this moment was how hard the two of your heartbeats were and pure ecstasy. This man knew how to fuck. Scratch thatâhe knew how to fuck you. Heâs already memorized what had you throwing your head back, whatâs got you clenching so damn tightly around him, or what has you babbling nonsense just from fucking you a couple times.
âYoonâgi! Haaah~!â You turn your head to the side and towards him. He brings his face to yours, attacking your lips again before you pull away a moaning mess.
âFuckâyou take me in so goddamn good, baby,â he grunts, âyou wanna cum, huh, baby?â
Youâre nodding your head, feeling yourself nearly on the brink of losing yourself again. Heâs just about bruised your cervix enough and made your damn clit so swollen and sensitive to touch. You knew you were already making a mess around his dick.
He moves his hand away from your breast and around your waist again, embracing you and holding you tightly for whatâs yet to come. Your arms hold onto his arm with one of your hands interlocking with his, a gesture that had him feeling like his heart grew 10x in size. He loves you. Heâs way too in love with youâhead over heels at this point.
If it was even possible, heâs fucking you even harder. Grunting into your ear, telling you how good you are, how damn pretty you areâhow fucking perfect you are, practically made just for him. It was all enough for you to finally lose it, and it was the same for him too. Heâs groaning in pleasure when he feels your pussy twitching around him. His warm cum coats the inside of your walls before it oozes out when he removes himself. You fall forward and lay against the bed with your arms weakly holding you up. He watches the mixture of your cum slowly dripping out before he takes his two fingers to push it right back in, only for it to slip out again. Heâs quick to get the kleenex tissues to wipe you up, letting you have some time to catch your breath. Youâre rolling over to finally lay down on your side, watching the boy walk through the door.
âI went ahead and got the bath running, baby,â he hums, helping you sit back up. He pulls you onto his lap, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple.Â
âYouâre insane, Yoongi.â
âAm I?â He lazily smiles.
âI really donât know what possessed you back there.â
He laughs, âBaby, I havenât had a taste of you like that in so damn long. I couldnât help it.âÂ
Before you knew it, he had you relaxing in the bathtub while he cleaned up the room and got it ready with new sheets and all for the two of you to get some rest.Â
â
You could feel Yoongiâs body pressed against your back; his arm sitting across your waist and his head nuzzled against the back of your head. This was all something you had never imagined for yourselfâto be lovingly cuddled like this after a long night with your now boyfriend who was an ex âfuckboyâ from your school, but itâs definitely something you could get used to.Â
You carefully remove yourself from his hold, quickly replacing yourself with one of your pillows. You glance over at him to see his sleeping figure one last time before leaving, and softly scoff with a smile on your face.Â
This man is actually very cute when heâs sound asleep.
You quietly pick out some new clothes before tip-toeing away to your bathroom across the hall to get yourself ready for that well-deserved shower.
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After putting on your clothes, you open the bathroom door, letting all the moisture and heat out. You take the time to gently brush your hair a little more after blow drying it, then applying some hair oil to the ends of it.
âYou canât just leave me like that and expect me to be okay with it.â
Your head quickly turns around to see the mumbling boy, squinting a half-asleep eye at you while using one of their fists to rub one of their other eye. You chuckle at his appearanceâhis naked torso and his boxers. He stood there in between the door frame, looking like an actual child who just woke up.
âIt was just a quick shower, babe.â You turn around to the mirror and continue what you were doing. âIâll be in the room soon.â
He grunts, making his way towards you as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him and lays his head on top of your shoulder.
âYoongi~,â you whined with a soft chuckle.Â
âDonât call me that.â
âWhy not?â
âItâs only allowed in bed.â
âMm, so last night was just it, huh?â
He snorts with a chuckle at your comment, barely having enough energy to react a lot bigger.
ââOne timeâ my ass. Youâre stuck with me. Not letting you off that easy.â
He turns to your head and presses kisses to your hair. You bring a hand up to gently pat the side of his cheek.
âCongrats on passing the class,â you mumble, âand for finally getting that boyfriend title youâve been wanting.â
Yoongi turns to look at you with a big smile on his face through the mirror, your hand gently caressing the side of his face. The two of you turn to each other, pressing a small kiss on the lips before pulling away.
âI know a better way you could congratulate me.â
You immediately knew exactly what he was hinting.
âYou told me youâd give me whatever I want plus the boyfriend title.â
Fuckâyeah, you did promise that.
You sigh in defeat.
ââŠBreakfast first?â You bat your eyelashes at him, giving him that doe-eyed look that made his heart flutter like crazy.
He looks at you with so much adoration, in awe that this beautiful girl was finally his.Â
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âwhat are you doing here?â your brother questioned as you walked through the door. âcan i not visit my brother at practice?â you asked as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. âbecause you never visit me even when i beg you to come watch me dance.â
âhyune , maybe i just missed my brother , you haven't been home to visit yet.â you said. âi know , i know im sorry.â he said. âi came all this way.â you said. âand i thank you for that.â he said. âme and lee know hyung were just gonna grab some food , you wanna wait here?â you nodded. âi won't be no more than 20-30 minutes.â you gave him a thumbs upâ because if you were being honest , you weren't really here for your brother.
âjeongin might come back early , you know him , he's a good kid.â your brother said walking out the room. âreal good kid.â lee know winked before leaving out , you smiled down at your phone.
a few minutes later, the door opened , making you look up at the boy who walked in. âhow long?â he asked , closing the door, locking it , walking towards the couch you were sitting on. â30 minutes if lee know can keep him distracted.â the boy smiled , sitting on the couch , you straddled his lap. âfuck i missed you so much.â he kissed your neck. âiâm sick of hiding.â he said. âwhy do we have to jump through hoops to see each other?â
he nipped at your neck. âfu-fuck you explain it to him, his best friend and his sister fucking.â you moaned as his hips bucked up into you. âI'm not just fucking you , you're my girlfriend.â he groaned , you lifted your shirt. âthat's not how he's gonna see it.â before he could say something you kissed him. âno more brother talk, we don't have a lot of time.â
you both don't waste anymore time , lifting yourself up, as he freed himself from his sweats , his hard cock slapping against his stomach. âfuck , sit on it.â you held his base , sinking yourself down on him , his cock filling you up, he sighed. âso fucking good.â
you stopped once he was fully seethed inside you; both of you moaning out. âfu-fuck you feel good baby.â he held your hips , helping you move back and forth. âmissed your pretty pussy so much.â he groaned throwing his head back. âfu-fuck innie, so big.â you moaned as his hands came up to your boobs. âbaby you gotta move faster if you wanna cum before they get back.â
both of you were moving against each other , he smirked licking his two fingers before reaching in between your bodies to your neglected clit. âoh fuck innie.â you moaned. âyou gonna cum for me?â he cursed under his breath , ready to burst. âfu-fuck cum for me baby.â he kissed your lips as you came , fucking his hips into you. âsh-shit your so tight , iâm gonna cum.â he grunted. âfuck im cumming!â he moaned , feeling his cum coating your walls. âshit.â
âfuck you need to visit me more often.â he said. âyou live in seoul.â he cradled your face. âI miss seeing your face.â he kissed you , his cock still inside you , twitching. âsee how much I need you and your pretty pussy.â you moaned. âwe-we still have 10 minutes.â he smirked , squeezing your boob. âgonna fuck more of my cum inside you.â
âwe're back!â your brother shouted , opening the door. âwe bought food.â he said. âinnie you're back? she didn't annoy you did she?â you rolled your eyes. âno she good.â your brother didn't notice as he sat out the food , but lee know , he wasn't dumb , noticing the hickey on your boyfriend's neck, smirking with a scoff.
âi bet she was.â
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She blinked in her drunken haze at the bartender who nudged a glass of water towards her; her brows drew in confusion, and he said, âLook if you want to keep paying, Iâll keep serving, but you look like you need a ride home rather than more drinks. Drink some water and find a ride.â
Throwing a poor thumbs up, she watched as he walked off and she pulled out her phone, thumbing her password in so she could go to her contacts; his was one of the first and she managed to press call, laying the phone down on the bar, her head laying atop it. They picked up on the second ring.
What.
âLt,â she slurred. âWill you come get me?â
Youâre drunk, arenât you?
It was rhetorical, she knew that, but she responded anyway. âYeah, drank too much.â She closed her eyes. âWill you please come get me?â she smiled when she heard the annoyed sigh come across the line. âPleeeeeeeeeeease,â she whined.
Pay your tab and Iâll be there in a few minutes.
âYouâre not going to pay it for me?â
Youâre pushing your luck much farther than how much you think I actually tolerate you.
âYou tolerate me more than most.â
Whatever.
The line went dead, and she fished around in her pocket for a few bills, laying them on the counter as she lifted herself up and headed for the door. As she stepped out into the night, she drifted to an enclosed corner and sat down on one of the paved bricks that extended from the outside wall, shutting her eyes as she rested her head on the cold stone. She listened as people walked past her, taking in the laughter, the random bits of conversation, sometimes arguments, and breathed deeply as her brain rolled around in her skull.
It wasnât until she felt the shift of the moonlight from her face to shadow that she cracked an eye open and gazed up at the masked man glaring back at her. âHi, Lt,â she murmured, and he didnât even blink.
âCâmon.â
He turned and started walking towards the parking lot when she whined and said, âYou arenât even going to help me up?â
His feet stopped on the pavement, shoulders lifting up and down before he spun around and walked back over, holding out his hand.
âThank you,â she chirped and took it, letting him pull her up; she didnât let go of his hand as they walked and at one point in her drunken stumbling, he stopped and let out a tired sigh, bending his knees to kneel beside her. âWhat are you doing?â she asked.
âGet on,â he retorted, and she looked between his face and his back.
âYou mean on yourââ
âGet. On.â He growled and she hurriedly draped herself on his back, letting out a startled noise as he stood up suddenly, large hands clasped on the bottoms of her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She blinked as she rested her head on his shoulder and murmured, âWow, the air is so clear up here.â She heard it, the slight snort and she couldnât help but smile as he carried her. âLt?â
âWhat.â
âThank you for coming to get me. I know Iâm a pain in the ass.â
âAt least youâre self-aware of how much a major pain in my arse you are. Bigger than Soap is on his worst days.â
âNow thatâs just plain mean,â she mumbled, sniffling slightly. âIâm sorry.â
He stopped again and turned his head, looking at her. âIâd rather you be a pain in my arse than be nothing to me at all.â
She gazed at him with wide eyes, unable to stop her mouth from flopping open and he looked down then back to her eyes. âReally?â she asked in disbelief.
âYou might be the biggest pain Iâve ever had the displeasure of having, but youâre my pain and I intend for it to stay that way.â
Her mouth shut and she melted against his back as he continued walking, gingerly snuggling closer to him, knees hugging his hips, arms tighter around him as she joked, âI love you too, Lt.â
âNope, weâre not there yet.â
She paused, then wondered aloud, âYou think weâll ever be there one day?â
It was a long moment before he finally murmured back, ââŠyeah, maybe one day, pet.â
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rafe didnât like being told what to do. not in a casual way, and definitely not in a sexual way. the closest who got to that, was kitty!reader â and that was purely because sometimes he just wanted to cum. he wasnât in the mood, and didnât have the energy to throw her into a headlock and show her who the fuck sheâs talking to.
ââmeant to be helpinâ me relax, alright so help me.â rafe presses a knuckle between his brows as he lays back on the bed, shirtless with his pants pulled all the way down to his ankles. it was hot today, and he was frustrated, and tired, and he could feel the incoming headache sprouting branches through the muscles in his forehead already. he wasnât going back and forth with you today.
âoh like you helped me yesterday when i asked for your card to buy those mary-janeâs and you told me to have some impulse control? whereâs that energy now, broke boyââ your words are cut off by his hand grabbing your face, halting you as you take your time kissing down his stomach. he glares down at you, and you can see the exasperation because he doesnât have much fight in him today but heâll be damned if you talked to him like that.
âshutupâŠdo your jobâŠweâll talk about the shoes.â he warns, and youâre happy enoughâ shrugging as you continue your journey on down his body. youâre palming him now, claw like nails dragging along the sides of his skin before coming to a point where his bulbous aching tip was, swiping across the sensitive skin making him hiss. âand hurry up about it, would you?â he murmurs making you dig your nails into his thigh. âfuck.â he jerks quietly, and you press a kiss to his shaft, holding back your giggle.
despite everything, rafe liked you a lot because you were difficult. you didnât throw yourself at him like those other chicks at the parties he went to, he was met with a challenge and a bad attitude that he couldnât wait to fix. not in a bitchy, up your own ass, pogue way though â no, like you wanted to push him. you wanted to see how far you could take it before he snaps and bends you over. batting your spiky black lashes up at him, careless to the smudged black liner that had gathered beneath your wet waterlineâ you were a true fucking temptress. heâd called you that the first time youâd met, and you laughed and called him corny.
you drool on his cock, taking your time to jerk him nice and slow. you could appreciate how pretty his dick was, lengthy and the perfect thickness with a flushed tip and a bulging vein that wrapped around him like a vine. you liked to look at it, close up, all hard like this â so you didnât care for him opening his mouth and taking that away from you.
âwhat did i just say huhâ you want those shoes orââ you cut him off with a taloned hand sliding up his toned chest, fingers splaying over his open mouth, not even caring to look up at him.
âshut up.â you mewl irritably, huffing as you suckle on his tip, lapping up his precum the way a true kitty would devour her milk. he moans against your hand, and you keep it there lightly as a plea for him to stay quiet for once. âthank you.â you sigh sarcastically, before easing him down your throat.
rafe drops his head against the pillow, eyes closed and lips parted now, panting at the ceiling. âfuck, fuck.â he whispers breathlessly, but not without commenting on your behaviour under his breath. âlucky youâre so fuckinâ hot⊠with a mouth like that.â
you sink your teeth lightly into his shaft and he winces, stomach tensing which makes you giggle audibly this time. sometimes his pain satisfied you like that. someone had to humble him, and the universe had a funny way of making that person a spunky little prissy bitch, half his damn height wearing black and pink. it bordered on cruel.
you pull off with a pop, batting your lashes up at him sardonically.
âoh please, you love my mouth.â
he blinks down at you, tongue in cheek because he canât argue, only able to let out a âhm.â before pushing your head back down onto his cock to suck him off again.
you let that slide, feeling generous. after all, you really did want those shoes.
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Sharing is Caring â J.B x JJ x Reader
â summary: your boyfriends best friend is going through some shitty times, and John B. knows the best way to cheer him up.
â CW: smut! 18+ only! threesome, oral (fem and male receiving), some hair pulling, lots of praise.
â note: hehehehe hiii. soo i love writing rafe x jj x reader, but.. hereâs jb x jj x reader bc why notđ also, yes. yes i did use a pic of chase, rudy and madelyn⊠sue me. thatâs not me saying reader is white, i just couldnât find any other pics of two guys n a girl.
You always knew John B. and JJ shared everything. From food, to beds, to clothes. There was nothing those two didnât share, except for you.
John B. had never been willing to let anyone else touch his girl⊠Until now.
You remember the conversation clearly, your boyfriend approaching you and saying, âBabe, JJ really needs us both.. Heâs been going through it, a lot worse than usual..â
You remember not fully understanding what exactly John B. meant, but heâd made sure to be 100% clear with his intentions, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with his plan before he brought it up to JJ.
And thatâs what landed you here, JJ in your arms, tears running down his face as he kissed at the skin of your neck, whispering sweet words to you as you held him, letting him have his way with you while John B. sat behind you, arms protectively wrapped around your middle and stroking the skin of your bare stomach.
âThank you, thank you both..â JJ whimpered, his lips kissing sloppily at your neck.
You shush him, running your fingers through his messy blond locks. âShhh, you know weâre here for you, J. Always. Letâs take your mind off everything, yeah?â
He nods his head furiously, bright, teary blue eyes staring back at you as you slowly pull your white tank top over your head. His eyes automatically fall to your bra clad chest, soaking in your perfectly round breasts.
âSheâs so pretty, JB.â JJ coos as one of his large palms cups at your tits, kneading the plump flesh softly.
John B. smirks, watching as his best friend toys with your perfect tits. âYeah, I know. Enjoy it, sheâs here to help you.â
JJ harshly yanks at the cups of your bra, pulling them down and letting your tits spring free. His fingers find your hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before he dips his head down and sucks one into his mouth.
You moan softly, JJâs lips sucking and biting at your sensitive nipple while John Bâs hands trail down your sides and into your denim shorts. JBâs fingers push down and into your silk panties, finding your clit and toying with it, pulling another soft moan from you.
âFuck, John B, need more, please.â you beg, bucking your hips upward.
John Bâs lips land on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses up and down your arm and neck as his fingers rub through your slick pussy.
âSound so pretty when you beg for me, mama. Letâs let JJ taste this sweet pussy though, you okay with that?â
You bite at your bottom lip, staring back at JJ as he lets your nipple fall from his lips. Heâs breathing heavy, lips slightly parted as he eyes you cautiously. âYou ainât gotta let me if you donât-â JJ begins, but you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth.
âNo, I want you to. Please, JJ. Please eat my pussy.â
JJ grins, pushing himself back and watching as John B slowly works the button and zipper of your shorts. JB slowly pushes the material down your legs, your panties going along with them, baring your soaked pussy to JJ who sucks in a sharp breath.
âDamnit. Sheâs so fucking wet, JB. You sure this is okay?â
John B nods his head slowly. âCourse. Weâre here to help you, JJ. Go on. Sheâs so fucking sweet.â
JJ cautiously settles between your legs. His large hands grip at your thighs, spreading them open wider for him as he lays on his stomach and dips his head down, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal.
A low hum of satisfaction fills the air, and you gasp when JJ leaves soft, slow kisses on your inner thighs. He works his mouth up the smooth flesh, sinking his teeth into the soft skin occasionally. When his mouth reaches your soaked core, he pauses, blue eyes looking up to find John Bâs deep brown ones. John B. is busy toying with your hardened nipples, pausing his actions to meet his best friends stare, a small crease in his brow. âYou good, Jay?â JB would ask.
JJ would nod his head, shaking the intrusion of thoughts that swarmed his head. John B. said it was fine, he needed to stop stressing that this would cause a strain on his friendship.
He dips his head back down, his tongue darting out to lick a long, hot stripe through your arousal slick folds. He curses under his breath at how fucking sweet you taste, âFuck, she is so sweet.â He murmurs before diving in and devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.
Your chest heaves up and down, fingers tightly gripping John Bâs thigh as JJ licks, sucks and fingers your sensitive cunt. John B. slowly lifts your head from his lap, removing himself from his position on the bed. JJ halts his actions, two thick fingers shoved deep inside you while he warily eyes his best friend.
John B gives him a small grin, âJust gonna flip her over so I can fuck her pretty mouth.â
JJ pulls his fingers from inside you, shoving them in this mouth and licking them clean as he watches John B effortlessly flip you onto your stomach. John B lands a harsh slap on your bare ass cheek, âAss in the air baby, let JJ make you cum while you choke on my dick.â
You quickly obey your boyfriendâs demand, shifting onto your knees and placing your ass up and in the air. JJ smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, ass swaying back and forth, waiting on his lips and tongue to reclaim their place on your swollen clit.
John B. quickly works his basketball shorts down his legs, boxers following closely behind. Your eyes watch intently as his long, hard cock springs free, precum already leaking from the tip. Youâd never get over how big your boyfriend was.
John B. situates himself back on the bed, his hands gripping tightly at the back of your head and shoving your mouth down and on his cock. âThatâs it, baby girl, choke on my dick. You know how I like it.â
You suck in a breath of air through your nose, hollowing your cheeks and begin sucking and licking every inch of your boyfriendâs length. You gag around him when the swollen head hits the back of your throat, but you quickly begin breathing through your nose and focusing on the pleasure JJâs tongue was giving you once more.
The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and all three of your heavy breathing. Your pussy clenches around JJâs fingers as he continues to finger you and suck fervently at your clit. âI- âm gonna cum, J, shit!â
You moan loudly around John Bâs cock as the band snaps, an earth shattering orgasm rushing through you and soaking JJâs tongue and fingers.
John B continues harshly thrusting himself in and out of your mouth while JJ continues to finger fuck your pussy, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit, pushing you to a point of overstimulation.
You feel John Bâs cock swell inside your mouth, a few more harsh thrusts and a deathly tight grip on your hair, you feel his cock twitch before the warm, salty taste of his cum coats your tongue. You continue to suck him furiously, helping him ride out his high as JJâs tongue and fingers work you toward your second orgasm.
âFffffuck! Always know how to make me feel so good, princess. Such a good girl.â John B praises, stroking softly at your cheek with his fingers.
You let out one final moan as JJ has you coming undone around his fingers again before pulling them from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You fall limp in John Bâs lap, allowing him to softly stroke your bare back.
âThank yâall⊠I feel.. A lot better.â JJ says softly.
John B smiles at him, nodding his head once. âOf course, you know weâre always here for you man.â
You let out a hum of agreement, your eyes fluttering shut, the sound of your boyfriend and his best friend conversing the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.
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skz + s/o with long nails
can't sleep and i need to get this thought out before it makes my head explode
MDNI (18+) suggestive ideas, mutual masterbation, oral, nail markings
skz x gn!reader
chan: at first he's indifferent. it makes no difference to him, you might've kept short or no nails to start with while dating him. it isn't till you try out a new spot that leaves you with the best set you've ever had, that he starts to take more notice. especially when his back scratches take a whole new level. he's twitching his leg like a dog when you go too light on him finding it ticklish, he's begging you to scratch him harder. his mind starts to run wild at the thought how it would feel to have your nails clawing at his back during sex as he pounds into you.
minho: he loves your nails. he finds them so cute on you, especially when their pointed like a cat claw. he's not one to comment his thoughts on what you should do but he loves the way your hands look with baby pinks or milk white shades. his cats seem to enjoy them as much as you do when they surround you begging to be scratched next. he really finds out how much he loves them when you're going down on him as his thank you for paying for the new set, when you're clawing down on his thighs. he can't help admire how pretty they look while you sit perched between his thighs as stroke him into your mouth.
changbin: he loves everything about you but the nails he just doesn't quite get. how are you supposed to lift weights when you can't even close your hand into a fist :( ? nevertheless he pampers his partner!! so of course he's putting his card down for you to pay for your new set or sending you the money to pay for them (then some more incase it's a long session and you need to grab food). he's a changed man when he sees the new set. your nail tech found a cute way to put his intials on the ring fingers of your nails. he's posting and sending everyone a photo of your nail set with your hands wrapped around his bicep. he knows that all you need is a ring to complete it.
hyunjin: love love love LOVES your nails. everytime there's an appointment coming up soon, he's already asking what you're getting. he'll send you some ideas, a lot of it might be douyin style but he loves anything you decide on. aside from loving the way they look, he also loves the way they feel. his insta photos might be filled with your hands in shot with coffee or selfies he's taken while's you held his face or gave his cheeks a squish. either way he knows that you know when he plops down into your lap or chest, he's demanding head and back scratches. he's purring like a cat in your lap with every movement but will immediately whine if you stop too soon.
jisung: don't care as long you're dedicating an hour or two to play with his hair after a fresh set. colors make no difference to him but he gets weak in the knees when you come home with red nails. his mind taking him to filth places of having your hand stroking him, how pretty your hands look in with his cum painting your nails. he's always offering to pay for your nails, on the condition that you always do red which you're typically happy to oblige anyways.
felix: there has to be something based in fact for me to confidently say he also more than happy to have you scratch his head, back, anywhere that you possibly feel he might enjoy because he is actually a cat. a very cuddly one that's purring with every scratch across his skin. he loves the set ideas you come up with but especially loves when you incorporate hints of blue in your nails because you know it's his signature color. makes him feel like it's proof that you belong to him in a way that only he needs to know. his only thing to pick at is you can't be as handsy with baking with him when you have longer nails :/ buts that's okay when you make it up by playing with his hair, putting it in pretty braids and giving him neck & chin scratches.
seungmin: also someone who seems in different. he might get annoyed every time you accidentally poke him too hard from a new set. he'd tease you for the way your nails sound while you type but it's all in good fun. another one who's twitching his leg like a puppy every time you scratch his back or head. oh how he could lay like that forever. another one to soft launch you on his insta with shot of your hand on his knee at a baseball game or intertwined while having a romantic dinner. he once again doesn't mind and even learns to appreciate the way your nails rake through his hair. how they feel when your trying pry him out from between your thighs tugging on his hair for dear life.
jeongin: he loves your long nails, he loves it even more when you take him with you to get your nails done together. he's not passing on opportunity to get matching manicures. he loves to see you venture off with colors. when you opt to get a forrest green french tip set, he's right there asking for his pinky nails to be painted in the same green polish. he's posting a picture of your intertwined hands with your matching polish. he's down bad for you and everyone knows it. you can't blame him when you're the same for him. it's all he thinks about when you're both laid next to each other in bed with his hand in your underwear and your hand wrapped around him stroking him so prettily, toying with one another and matching polish adorning your hands.
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