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gothcsz · 1 day ago

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Wandering Hands | Javier Peña x F!Reader | ~1.2k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: Javi can't keep his hands off you during a dinner with some friends.

Tags: public fingering, pussy pronouns, javi being a menace at dinner, lil bit dirty talk, no use of y/n, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know okay, thanks!

A/N: i got this prompt in my ask and i had to do something with it, obvi, because i think we're all obsessed with javi's hands right? mmm, so big and strong and i def need to feel them all over my body STAT! enjoy this lil bit of filth my pretties 🖤

“Stop,” you mutter under your breath, carrying just enough weight for him to hear.

It doesn’t matter, though—Javier never listens when it comes to this. His hand is already settled high on your thigh, large and warm, his fingers teasingly close to the damp heat of your panties.

The pad of his thumb drags lazily over your stockings, grazing the delicate lace edge, making your pulse race.

He doesn’t bother responding—of course he doesn’t. That maddening smirk spreads across his face instead, the dimple in his cheek deepening as he nods at something the man across the table is saying.

His expression is cool, composed, even charming. The contrast to what he’s doing beneath the table has your head spinning.

You shift subtly, attempting to press your knees together, but he’s quicker, his fingers digging in just enough to warn you.

A sharp press of blunt nails against the softness of your thigh nearly makes you gasp. “Don’t,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough for his breath to brush against your ear before he picks up his drink and takes a leisurely sip. “Keep them open.”

“Now’s not the time, Javi,” you hiss, your voice strained as you try to keep your composure.

Around you, laughter and idle chatter fill the air, everyone engrossed in their own conversations. No one suspects a thing, yet the way his fingers start to press firmly along your inner thigh makes it harder to focus.

Ignoring your weak protests, he slides two fingers over the damp seam of your panties, applying just enough pressure to make you suck in a sharp breath.

His touch is deliberate, slow strokes that rub against your aching pussy in a way that has your thighs trembling.

Arousal pools feverishly in your sex, and you have to bite down on your lip to suppress a whimper.

It’s fucking maddening—too much and not enough all at once. Your horniness is undeniable now, the fabric of your panties clinging to your slick folds.

The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing, teasing you with each measured motion, dragging his fingers just slightly faster, testing your restraint.

You cough, desperate to cover up the soft sound that escapes you when his thumb presses firmly against your clit, circling with infuriating precision. The woman beside you turns, her brow arching in mild concern. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, your voice hitching as his fingers rub a little harder, threatening to pull you under. “Just... just a scratch.”

Her attention lingers for a moment too long, and Javier seizes the opportunity, dragging his fingers down the soaked fabric, pressing them right against your entrance. The sudden pressure makes your thighs jerk apart involuntarily, and your breath catches.

“Oh,” you choke out, forcing a laugh as you wave a hand dismissively. “Scratch in my throat. I’m fine.”

The fakest smile you’ve ever worn stretches across your lips, and it must be convincing enough because she nods and turns away.

The second she’s distracted, Javier’s hand shifts again, this time slipping under the lace edge of your panties. His bare fingers glide over your wet and sticky cunt, and you bite down hard on your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, so low only you can hear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

The slow, teasing circles he draws against your clit send waves of pleasure rippling through you, leaving you squirming helplessly yet as subtly as you can in your seat, praying no one notices just how thoroughly he’s unraveling you.

Your hand moves to join his beneath the table, fingers trembling as they wrap around his wrist.

The tablecloth mercifully drapes low enough to shield the debauchery unfolding underneath, but the tension in your grip betrays your desperation.

You try to stop him, to regain some semblance of control, but his strength and determination make your effort laughable.

“Javi…” you plead softly, the syllables tinged with both frustration and need.

“What?” he murmurs teasingly, his lips quirking into that devilish grin that makes your knees weak. “I thought you said you could handle it.”

Ah, there it is. The challenge. A reminder of the words you whispered to him in bed just days ago, about wanting to push boundaries, to explore your limits.

It’s not that you aren’t enjoying it—god knows you crave the way his hands roam your body, whether they’re gripping your ass, teasing your tits, or spreading you open while he fucks you senseless until your mind goes blissfully blank.

No, the problem isn’t him. It’s the setting.

You just don’t want to risk giving the entire room a front-row seat to your undoing.

He, on the other hand, couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“I can,” you reply weakly, though even you don’t believe it, not with the way your voice wavers. “Just… not he—oh.”

“Not here?” he repeats, his voice a low hum, pitched just for you. He plays with the sensitive flesh of your labia, playing with your pussy as if you were in the privacy of your own home.

The room around you fades into background noise—piano notes mingling with the hum of voices, all of it inconsequential compared to the soft obscene sound of his fingers slick against your arousal.

He gathers it on his fingertips, spreading it over your swollen folds, and you bite down hard on your lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he breathes into your ear, curved nose skimming against your cheek, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The warmth of his breath against your skin sends a shiver racing down your spine. “Gonna be so hard to keep her quiet.”

To anyone watching, it must look like a simple, affectionate moment—him leaning close to murmur something sweet. But there’s nothing innocent about the way his fingers slide lower, teasing your entrance before sinking in.

You can barely breathe, your chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps as he curls his fingers inside you. The stretch is delicious, every movement sending sparks through you.

His thumb finds your clit, pressing against the swollen nub with maddening precision, and you have to grip the edge of the table to keep yourself grounded.

“Baby,” you whimper, your voice so soft it’s almost swallowed by the din of the dining room as you reach up to clutch at his bicep. Your hips move of their own accord, rocking subtly against his hand, seeking more. “I’m close.”

His brown eyes meet yours, dark and glittering with lust. “Entonces dámelo,” (Then give it to me) he rasps, his voice a low, seductive command.

He curls his fingers just right, dragging them along that perfect spot inside you while his thumb flicks rapidly over your clit.

It’s overwhelming, the buildup sharp and blindingly intense. It crashes over you, leaving you breathless and trembling, eyes watering, as your release erupts like fucking fireworks.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers, your body shuddering with aftershocks as you struggle to keep from crying out.

You bite down on your lip so hard you taste copper, your thighs twitching uncontrollably as you ride out the pleasure.

Javier’s grin is downright sinful as he watches you fall apart. Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, glistening with evidence of your release. “Damn shame I can’t shove these in your mouth right now,” he murmurs, his voice thick with mock regret. “Make you taste what a mess you made.”

He wipes his fingers on your ruined panties, then gives your thigh one final squeeze before resting his hand there possessively.

The smirk on his face as he returns to his conversation is pure arrogance, and you know he’s fully aware of the way your cheeks burn and your body still buzzes in the aftermath.

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moshuka · 2 days ago

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bratty-- jinx.

CW!! mention of anal, spanking, pain kink, dubcon maybe, crying, sub!jinx, prob ooc jinx, english isn’t my first language, based off this vid and this one

“OHH, JINX!”

You walk into her hideout seething. You heard from Thieram, the bartender at The Last Drop, (who Jinx likes to call Chuck) that your girlfriend was at the bar last night, flirting around. You can’t blame her for having a flirty personality, but you can blame her for acting on it.

You hear her before you see her. The soft swish of her long two braids dragging against the floor, and then she comes into view, her pale legs being showed off by a pair of baby pink lacy panties.

Oh, she’s in for it.

Jinx can feel you the second you stomp through the door. Her eyes go wide, her breathing catching in her chest. It isn’t often she sees you like this. Actually, ever.

She takes stock of your tense shoulders, the clench of your jaw. Her heart thumps faster in her chest, her eyes tracing down over your form, and finally landing on your curled up fists.

She sees the storm coming. She’s in deep deep trouble. She grins at you, her smile widening at the glare you throw her. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Bedroom. Now. You’ve got thirty seconds to explain yourself before your pale little ass is bright red.” You drag her into the bedroom area by her two braids.

Jinx’s eyes widen with surprise as you drag her into the bedroom. She lets out a high pitched squeal, not expecting the rough treatment.

She bites her lip, resisting the urge to reach up and soothe her scalp.

The second the door closes behind you, she spins around to face you, her hands on her hips, jutting out her chest challengingly.

“What’s your deal? You’re acting like I cheated on you or something!”

You can feel your blood boil as she talks back to you, her voice so full of bravado and sass that your hands start to shake.

“Oh, is that what I’m acting like?” you snap, taking a step forward, “Well, why don’t you tell me what you were up to last night?”

Jinx freezes, her smirk faltering for a second. She can’t lie to you. You’d see right through her.

"W-well, I..." She starts, her voice wavering for a split second. She swallows, avoiding your eyes.

"I was with Chuck," she starts, her eyes drifting away to the wall.

You take another step forward, reaching underneath her chin, and forcing her to look at you. "Oh, I know. He told me all about your trip down to The Last Drop last night. Why don’t you tell me what happen." You ask, your voice low and dangerous.

Jinx lets out a small gasp as you grip her chin, forcing her to look at you. Her breath comes out shaky, her heart pounding in her chest.

She tries to look anywhere else, to avoid the anger in your eyes, but you grip her chin tighter, making her wince softly.

"I-I..." She stutters, before finally sighing and giving in.

"I was bored, alright? You, were working, and Chuck was there, and he-” she cuts herself off, biting her lip. “He poured me a drink! He said it’d be free if I flirted with some people, and you know I can’t turn down a challenge—“

You feel your heart sink in your chest as she admits what happened.

You can see her struggling with herself, internally fighting her need to be defiant with the part of her that doesn’t want to disappoint you.

As she talks about the drink, and flirting with the random strangers, your anger boils over, and you snap. You grab her shoulders and shove her hard against the wall, making her squeak from surprise.

“You’re damn right I know how much you love to flirt,” you say through gritted teeth.

Jinx’s eyes widen as you shove her against the wall, her back hitting it with a loud thud.

Her heart starts to pound, her pulse racing as adrenaline and fear course through her system.

You’re angry. So, so angry. She’s never seen you like this. Even when you get mad at her, you’re always gentle, almost too gentle. This is new. This feels dangerous, but that part of her that loves danger makes her lick her lips.

You can see her body trembles against yours, the way her lips part ever so slightly, almost like she’s enjoying your anger. It makes the fire in your chest burn brighter.

You move forward, pinning her against the wall, putting your forearms across her collarbone. You don’t press down, just enough to keep her in place.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” You say, your voice low and dangerous. “You just can’t ever do as you’re goddamn told.”

Jinx’s breath comes out in short, quick pants as you push her against the wall. She feels helpless, pinned under your body.

But even as her heart pounds, she can’t deny the thrill of the situation. The way you overpower her, hold her down, makes her shiver in excitement.

“Y-you never told me not to,” She murmurs, her voice coming out as a whimper.

You finally break. “Strip. Keep the panties on, though.” You sit on the bed, crossing your arms as you lean against the headboard. “You have five seconds to get across my lap, ass up.”

Jinx’s eyes widen at your words, her body reacting before her mind can process.

She quickly unbuttons her shirt, letting it fall from her shoulders, leaving her bare to your eyes. She hooks her fingers into her panties, but stops her movements.

“Are you-“ She starts, but you cut her off, snapping your fingers.

“Four. I said keep the panties on, didn’t I?”

Jinx shudders. You always look at her like she’s something priceless - something beautiful. But here and now, the way you look at her is different.

She can still see that you love her, but there’s anger in your eyes. Lust, but more than that, there’s a want to punish her.

She closes the distance between the two of you, and with a deep breath, lays herself over your lap, positioning herself so her ass is up in the air, and her face is down.

Her body feels hot against yours, her skin burning with anticipation of what’s to come.

As she positions herself, you can see the small patch of her panties covering her. The pale pink fabric doing little to cover the skin beneath. You take a moment to appreciate the way she looks so vulnerable beneath you, letting you do as you want.

Gently, you run your hand over the curve of her ass, letting your touch linger. You can feel the way her skin quivers in response.

“Count.” You murmur, raising your hand.

Jinx lets out a shaky breath as you touch her, her mind swimming. She knows what’s coming. She’s craved this, but this feels different. This feels real.

She clenches her eyes, nodding. “Yes, I will.”

Her breath comes out in a rush as she feels your hand leave her skin, and then— thwack!

“One!”

You can hear the pain in her voice, that twinge of agony that she’s trying so hard to hide.

You love her. She’s your everything, but she’s also a brat. A brat that needs to learn her place. So you bring your hand down again, harder than the last.

“Two!” She gasps, wriggling from the pain.

You try to ignore the way the wet patch on her panties grows exponentially. “Stay still, you keep moving I’ll start over.”

Jinx feels the tears pricking at her eyes, the pain on her skin stinging.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” She says, her voice strained.

Your hand falls again. Thwack! “Three!”

Again. Thwack! “Four!”

There’s no way she’ll be sitting down comfortably for a while. You can tell she’s biting her lip, trying not to cry out at the pain.

You pull her sticky panties to the side.

Jinx feels you pull her panties to the side, exposing her completely. It’s a vulnerable feeling, but a part of her is secretly enjoying the situation.

“Please,” she begs, looking back towards you, “Please don’t—“

Thwack!

“Why’d you stop counting, hm?” You taunt.

Thwack!

“Five!” She gasps, “Six!”

“Seven!” Her voice is cracking now, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

“H-how many more?” She asks, her voice hoarse.

“Depends. How much was the drink?” You smirk, spanking her again. She groans, her body tensing against the next hit. “Twenty-seven.” She whispers, “It-it was 27 washers.”

“Twenty seven spanks sounds good, then.” You decide. Jinx lets out a small sob, her legs shaking. She knows she deserves it, even if a part of her tries to fight it. “Yes, ma’am.” She says, burying her face against the bed.

Thwack!

“Eight!”

Thwack!

“Nine!”

Thwack!

She’s crying now, her body writhing weakly against your lap.

Thwack!

“Twenty!” She exclaims, “Twenty s-seven. That’s all, that’s what you said—“

You can feel your anger boiling over, replaced by something else. She was so eager, so desperate to push your buttons. Make you jealous. Make you hurt.

But now, now she’s sorry. She knows she’s done wrong, and your anger turns to pity.

You gently pull her off your lap and onto the bed. She’s laying on her stomach, her skin red and hot.

“You still think it was worth it?” You ask, gently running your fingers over her heated skin.

She shakes her head, a small noise leaving her. “No, ma’am.” She says, almost automatically.

She’s shaking, small tremors wracking through her body. Her eyes are red, tears staining the pillows.

She can feel your touch on her skin, soothing the redness. She feels ashamed, for not listening to you, for making you angry.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she repeats over and over again, hiding her face against the sheets. She’s cummed around four times from the spankings alone, and twice from when you‘d started paying attention to her tight asshole.

You roll your eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure you are.” You say, tracing your fingers across her sensitive skin.

But you can tell she is, in her own way. She looks remorseful, and you know it’ll be a long, long time before she acts like this again.

“Maybe next time you’ll think before you act.” You say, running your fingers over her hips, “Maybe, you’ll remember this, and think of me, instead of the next pretty person to give you a wink.”

She nods meekly under your touch. “Y-yes ma’am.” She says, lifting her head to look at you.

Her heart stutters in her chest when she sees the look in your eyes, the disappointment etched in your face.

“I’m sorry,” she repeats again, “I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t look at me like that.”

“I know.” You kiss her forehead as her eyelids flutter, pulling a blanket over her trembling body. “I know you will.”

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greengoblinswifey · 2 days ago

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New Year’s Gift—Fratboy!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— nicholas spends New Year’s Eve with you, and after a night of celebration and teasing intimacy, you have your way with each other back at your parents’ house.

warnings— sub!nicholas, lap dance, praise kink, choking, nipple play, oral(m&f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— happy new year my babies <3

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing at a rooftop bar in your city, the skyline glittering behind you as music pulsed through the air. You were perched on Nicholas’ lap in one of the lounge areas, his arm draped casually around your waist, holding you close. His fingers absently traced the curve of your hip as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

“You’ve told me that like a hundred times tonight,” you teased, twisting slightly to face him.

“Well, you do,” he said with a shy grin, his cheeks flushing. He hesitated for a moment before adding, “You know, this is gonna be my first New Year’s kiss.”

You raised a brow, feigning surprise. “No way. Not even a random one in a frat house or something?”

He shook his head, looking almost embarrassed. “Nope. Never. Guess I was waiting for the right girl.”

Your teasing smirk softened into a grin. “Well, aren’t you lucky? You’ve got me now.”

The night passed in a haze of laughter, music, and drinks. Your friends cheered you on as you joined the dance floor, swaying to the rhythm, but Nicholas stayed behind, his eyes following you like you were the only one in the crowded room.

When you returned to him, the bass thumping in your chest, you slid onto his lap, giving him a lap dance and letting your ass bounce on him with the beat. Your friends hollered from across the lounge.

“Yes bitch!” one of them called drunkenly.

Nicholas groaned softly, his hands resting on your waist to steady you. “You’re gonna make it real hard for me to behave in front of your friends, you know that?”

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear. "Who said I wanted you to behave?"

The countdown approached, and you were both on your feet, standing close as the crowd surged around you. Nicholas pulled you to him, his hands framing your face as the crowd began shouting.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

“Ready?” you asked.

“More than ready,” he replied, his eyes locked on yours.

“Three! Two! One!”

Cheers erupted as fireworks lit up the night sky, but Nicholas didn’t seem to notice anything but you. He cupped your face, tilting your head back as he kissed you with a passion that stole your breath. The crowd faded away as his lips moved against yours, his touch firm yet tender. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice soft.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your hands brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He smiled, pressing his forehead to yours. “Cheers to many more New Year’s together.”

“Many more,” you echoed.

As the party began to wind down, Nicholas slipped his hand into yours. “Ready to head home?” he asked, his tone teasing.

You grinned, leaning in to whisper, “I’ve got that gift for you waiting.”

His brows arched, a curious smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, yeah? What is it?”

You let your hand trail briefly over his bulge that was hard from the kiss, smirking when you felt him tense. “You’ll see,” you said coyly, walking ahead, leaving him flushed and eager to follow.

The two of you stumbled into the entryway of your parents’ house, the warmth of the evening still buzzing through your veins. His lips were on yours before you even had the chance to hang up your coat, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him. His kisses were unhurried but intense, each one deepening as his hands roamed up and down your ass.

You let out a small laugh, breathless as you broke away for a second. “Careful, Nick, my mom’s vase is right there,” you warned, glancing nervously at the antique piece on the entry table.

Nicholas blinked, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Noted,” he said, stealing another quick kiss. “We don’t want her to whoop both our asses, right?”

“Exactly, you’re learning,” you teased, grabbing his hand and carefully leading him up the stairs.

The moment you closed your bedroom door behind you, he was on you again, his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you senseless. His usual shy demeanor melted away in the dim light, replaced with something desperate and eager.

But two could play at that game. You gave him a little push, and he stumbled back against the wall, his wide eyes blinking at you in surprise. “W-what are you doing?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

You smirked, stepping closer until your hands were on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat. “Something I know you’ll like,” you murmured.

Before he could respond, you sank to your knees, your hands trailing down his sides as his breath hitched.

“Wait, are you—” Nicholas started, but his words caught in his throat when you looked up at him, your eyes glinting with lust.

“Relax,” you said softly, running your palms over his thighs. “I’ve got you.”

His hands fluttered at his sides before one settled on the back of your head as you freed his heavy, hard cock, his touch hesitant but full of trust. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice strained, but the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

You grinned up at him, taking your time, reveling in how utterly undone he was by you taking him down your throat. His head fell back against the wall, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as your tongue glided along his long shaft, your movements teasing. You stroked the base as you took him in half way, bobbing your head slowly but steadily while you slid your tongue on him.

“God,” he whispered, his free hand gripping the wall behind him as his knees wavered. “You’re too good at this.”

You smiled around his cock and looked up at him, his trembling figure making your head swoon. Your hands went to his balls, gently kneading them as you took him in the back of your throat, bobbing your head faster. Every soft moan and shiver from him made you take him even deeper, gagging on his cock and getting it sloppy just the way you knew he liked it. You titled your head, sucking his balls, licking the base of his cock then back to his balls as he whimpered under your touch.

“J-just like that baby, you’re doing amazing,” he whimpered, fingers tangling in your hair.

You allowed him to guide you on it, deep throating him as pre cum and saliva dripped onto your tits and tears pricked the corner of your eyes. No matter how much you gagged, you took him down your throat, keeping him there as your lust blown eyes stared up at him shaking and practically losing himself.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum baby. Please let me cum in your mouth,” he whimpered, his head falling back against the wall.

You chuckled softly, your own heartbeat racing as you deep throated his cock and stroked the base and his balls as they twitched in anticipation. His quiet murmurs of your name mixed with breathless praises only fueled your confidence as his load shot down your throat, and the way he looked down at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, made your head spin.

When his knees finally gave a subtle shake, you pulled him out of your mouth with a loud pop, rising to your feet with a smile. “Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?”

Nicholas laughed, breathless and thoroughly flustered. He pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re seriously gonna be the death of me, now let me return the favor,” he repeated, his breath shaky.

Before you could protest, he swept you into his arms and carried you over to the bed, laying you down with a care that made your heart flutter. He hovered over you for a moment, his eyes tracing every inch of your face.

“Nick,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Shh,” he interrupted, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let me take care of you.”

He began a slow descent, his kisses trailing from your lips to your jawline, down the curve of your neck, taking off your blouse and moving lower still. Each press of his lips on your skin sent shivers through your body.

When he reached his destination, he looked up at you with a smirk, his fingers lightly grazing your clit. “You have no idea how much I love eating your pussy,” he murmured, his voice husky.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but before you could respond, he dipped his head, his actions making you gasp. He worked with a kind of precision that left your head spinning, his tongue gliding along your slit both gentle and hungry.

“God, you taste so good,” he murmured against you. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he continued. His tongue explored you with precision, flicking and slurping you as your entire body shook.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as your soft praises filled the room. “Nick, baby, that feels so good,” you managed, your voice shaky.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure through your body. “Yeah? Just relax for me, baby,” he whispered, his tone soothing. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

He did exactly what he said. He showed you how much he loved you, practically making love to your pussy. He ravished you, burying his face deep in your core, smearing your juices all over his face. His mouth engulfed you, sucking as you writhed underneath him. His tongue slipped inside your hole, coaxing soft moans out of you then licking back up to your clit and flicking it before placing soft kisses all over it.

Each praise, each flick of his tongue, sent you spiraling further, and when your moans grew louder again, he looked up briefly, his lips glistening with a smug grin. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice warm and encouraging. “Cum for me. Be my good girl.”

You felt like you were floating, your mind lost to the way he worshipped you. Every kiss on your clit, every movement, was filled with a devotion that left no room for doubt. You cried out, your hands tugging his hair as your release shot through you and you squirted all over his face. When he finally pulled back, his lips curved into a satisfied smile as he leaned over you, brushing your damp hair from your face.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Breathless and utterly disarmed, you let out a soft laugh. “And you eat my pussy so good, baby” you replied.

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you once more. “What can I say? I aim to please.”

You guided him to sit back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling. His hands rested on your waist as you straddled him, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. The intimacy in his gaze sent a shiver through you, making your heart race.

“You want me to ride you baby? Are you sure you want to do this? Just wanna make sure.” you said, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.

His grip on your hips tightened, his voice low and steady. “Always. Especially with you.”

As you sank down onto his hard, thick cock, his head tipped back, exposing his throat, and a deep moan escaped his lips. His hands roamed your sides and waist, holding you as if you would slip away from him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

His praise sent a rush of heat through you, and you leaned into him, your hands trailing up his chest before finding their way to his neck. You tilted his head to meet your eyes. “And you’re so good for me,” you whispered, your voice dripping with affection. “My good boy.”

A low noise escaped him, and his hands gripped your waist even tighter. “You have no idea what that does to me,” he muttered, his words edged with desperation.

You smiled, running your thumbs over his jaw. “Oh, I know,” you teased, leaning down to kiss him again, your lips brushing his with deliberate slowness. “I can feel it.”

Nicholas’ breath hitched as you bounced on his cock, your body fitting together perfectly. His hands found their way to your chest, sliding to your tits, his fingers pinching your nipples. Your pussy rose and fell on him, each time you came down he practically hit your cervix.

“You’re so big,” you murmured against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair. His response came in the form of a shudder, his lips parting with a soft moan.

“God,” he whispered, almost to himself. “You make me crazy.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as your fingers trailed down his chest. “Good,” you said softly. “I want to drive you crazy. You’re mine, Nick.”

He looked up at you, his eyes dark but tender. “Yours,” he repeated.

His hands began groping your tits and you bit your lips looking down at him all needy for you. Cock big and throbbing inside you, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks red and eyes full of need. You absolutely loved having him at your mercy and it was going to continue into the new year. Each time you bounced on his cock, your jiggled and he replaced his hands on them with his mouth, swirling his tongue over your nipples as your pussy glided up and down his cock. You reached down, rubbing your clit fast and clenching around him, the action making him perch right on the edge.

“Clenching around me so tight, I love your pussy baby. M’gonna cum, please cum with me baby. Cum with me while I cum inside your pussy,” he groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

His praise awoke something feral inside you, and your bounces grew faster and full of emotion. His hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding your rhythm as his lips found your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made you shiver.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice warm and encouraging. “You feel so good, baby. I’m about to—.”

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of it all as your pussy soaked his cock and he filled you up. Your hands stayed on him, his chest, his neck, his shoulders, pulling him closer inside you.

When you finally stilled, breathless and glowing, Nicholas pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his hands tracing lazy patterns on your back.

“And you’re mine,” you replied, your voice soft but certain, resting your forehead against his.

Nicholas chuckled, brushing his lips against yours once more. “Always.”

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babyflorencee · 2 days ago

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More Than Friends

Nerdrry x Cheerleader!Reader

Harry adjusted his glasses nervously as the football game carried on around him, the noise of the crowd buzzing in his ears. He wasn’t really paying attention to the scoreboard; his focus was fixed entirely on the sidelines where Y/n stood, pom-poms in hand, the brightest smile on her face as she cheered with the rest of the squad. She always looked happy during games, but tonight she looked radiant. The floodlights illuminated her like something out of a heavenly dream, and Harry found himself unable to look away.

He knew it wasn’t smart—falling for his best friend. Y/n was popular, the kind of girl everyone wanted to be around. And Harry? He was the nerdy kid who got shoved into lockers a little too often and spent more time in the library than he did talking to people. Still, somehow, Y/n had decided he was worth her time. They’d been inseparable for years, and every single day he reminded himself how lucky he was to have her as a friend. Just a friend.

But lately, being just her friend wasn’t enough anymore.

Harry sighed, pulling his hoodie tighter around himself as he forced his eyes away from Y/n. He didn’t stand a chance. Why would she ever look at him that way when she could have anyone else—like, say, the football player currently strolling over to her with a cocky grin plastered across his face?

Harry froze, his stomach twisting as he watched the interaction. The guy leaned in close, saying something that made Y/n laugh—a genuine, full laugh that Harry usually got to hear when they hung out. And now, here she was, sharing it with someone else.

The football player said something else, pointing toward the bleachers, and Y/n's eyes scanned the crowd. For a moment, they landed on Harry, and she smiled brightly, waving at him like she always did.

Harry waved back weakly before quickly looking down at his sneakers.

He felt sick.

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Y/n found Harry sitting alone after the game, a half-empty bottle of soda in his hand as he stared at the ground. She sat down on the bench beside him with her usual enthusiasm, nudging his shoulder with her own.

“Hey, what’s up? You look like someone just shoved you into a locker.”

Harry managed a small, embarrassed laugh. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

Y/n squinted at him skeptically. “You’re a terrible liar. You’ve been acting weird all night. Did something happen?”

Harry shook his head, unwilling to meet her eyes. “Nope. Everything’s great.”

Y/n huffed, crossing her arms. “Okay, spill it. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Harry mumbled, fiddling with the label on his soda.

“Is this about that football player?” Y/n asked suddenly.

Harry flinched, and Y/n's eyebrows shot up. “It is, isn’t it? Harry, seriously, what is going on?”

“It’s nothing, Y/n/n,” he said quietly, his voice strained. “Can we just drop it?”

“No, we can’t drop it,” she shot back, her tone a mix of confusion and frustration. “You’re my best friend, H. If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. That’s kind of what I’m here for, you know?”

Harry looked up at her, and the concern in her eyes almost undid him. She was so kind to him, so effortlessly warm, and he didn’t deserve it—not when he’d been jealous all night like some moody, selfish kid. He ran a hand through his messy curls, finally meeting her gaze.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he said with a weak smile. “I promise.”

“Harry,” she said softly, her voice laced with patience, “just tell me. Please?”

He hesitated, feeling his pulse quicken. She was so close, watching him with such kindness, and he felt like he might break apart under her gaze. He looked back down, his fingers fidgeting with the cap of his soda bottle. “I just… I don’t like seeing you with guys like that,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It… it makes me feel weird.”

Y/n blinked, her expression softening. “Weird how?”

Harry let out a shaky breath, his cheeks burning. “Because… I care about you. I mean, I really care about you. And seeing some guy like him flirting with you just… I don’t know. It makes me feel small.”

Y/n stared at him, her face unreadable. “H… are you saying you like me?”

Harry swallowed hard, every instinct telling him to backpedal, to laugh it off, to change the subject—but the words slipped out before he could stop them. “Yeah. I do. But it’s not a big deal, okay? I get it—you don’t feel the same way. You don’t have to say anything.”

“Why would you think that?” Y/n asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

Harry let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Come on, Y/n/n. Just look at you. You’re gorgeous, and funny, and confident, and… I’m just... well me. I’m a mess. I’m awkward, I’m not very good-looking, and I… I know you’re just trying to let me down easy. And I appreciate it. I really do.”

“Harry,” Y/n said sharply, “stop it.”

But he couldn’t stop now; the words kept tumbling out like a dam had burst. “It’s fine. Really. You’re too nice to tell me the truth, and that’s okay. I’m not mad. I just… I don’t want you to feel like you have to pity me or something because I’m—”

Y/n grabbed his face and kissed him.

Harry froze completely, his thoughts screeching to a halt. When she pulled back, she fixed him with a firm stare, her face flushed. "Harry, stop it."

“You… you kissed me,” Harry stammered, his voice cracking. “Why… why did you—”

“Because I like you, you oblivious dork,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes with a fond smile. “And I don’t want to hear you say one more word about me pitying you, or you not being good-looking, or whatever nonsense you’ve convinced yourself of. Because I think that you’re really, really cute.”

Harry gawked at her, completely at a loss. “You… think I’m cute?”

Y/n laughed softly, nudging him playfully. “Yes, H. I think you’re cute. I’ve always thought you were cute.”

Harry's face turned bright red, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Y/n teased, grinning at his dumbfounded expression.

Then it hit him—really hit him. Y/n liked him. Y/n liked him back. His face split into the biggest, most ecstatic smile she’d ever seen, like the sheer force of his joy might launch him into the stratosphere. “Oh my God,” he breathed, laughing giddily as he ran both hands through his hair. “You… you like me? You actually like me?!”

Y/n giggled, watching him in amusement as he practically bounced on the bench. “Yes, Harry! I just said that!”

“I can’t believe this,” Harry said, shaking his head with wide eyes. “This is—this is insane. I mean—you—you’re you! And I’m—oh my God, this is the best day of my life!”

Y/n laughed so hard she had to clutch her stomach. “You’re such a dork.”

Harry let out a joyous, breathless laugh, turning to look at her with hearts in his eyes. “Yeah. But now I’m your dork.”

Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder, smiling as her laughter softened into something warmer. “Yeah, you are.”

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kissyforkoo · 14 hours ago

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Ruin Me Softly - l. h.

pairing: heeseung x reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: smut

Wrote this while listening to “Be my Baby” by Ari

Y/N pushed open the heavy oak door of the dimly lit bar. A wave of warmth greeted her, mingling with the low hum of conversations and the rhythm of music that pulsed softly in the background. The faint scent of bourbon and cedarwood lingered in the air. She wasn’t here by accident she came for him.

Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Heeseung. His broad shoulders leaned against the bar, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He exuded effortless confidence, his posture relaxed but undeniably commanding. When he glanced up and saw her, his gaze sharpened, and a slow, knowing smirk crept across his face.

“Y/N,” he greeted smoothly as she slid onto the stool beside him. His voice, deep and velvety, sent shivers dancing up her spine. “Didn’t think you’d show tonight.”

“I like to keep you guessing,” she replied, meeting his smirk with one of her own. There was a challenge in her tone, one that made his dark eyes flicker with intrigue.

He raised his glass toward her. “You’ve got my full attention.”

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Y/N’s fingers traced the rim of her glass as she eyed Heeseung across the table. The air between them was heavy with anticipation, a silent tug-of-war neither was willing to lose.

“Do you always stare at people like that?” she teased, breaking the silence.

He smirked, his dark eyes locking with hers. “Only when they’re worth staring at.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, the movement deliberate. “You must say that to all the girls.”

“I don’t,” he said simply, his gaze unwavering. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of intensity that sent a shiver up her spine. “And you know it.”

She hated how easily he got under her skin, how his confidence wasn’t the kind that tried too hard—it was natural, like he knew exactly who he was. She couldn’t help but push back. “So, what’s your game, Heeseung?”

“No game,” he said, leaning in slightly. His proximity made her pulse quicken. “I just know what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

Heeseung’s eyes flicked to her lips for just a second before returning to her gaze. “You.”

The word hung in the air, bold and unrelenting. It wasn’t the first time someone had said something like that to her, but with Heeseung, it felt different. There was no pretense, no empty charm—it was raw, unfiltered.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re going to have to work for it.”

His lips twitched into a grin, his confidence unwavering. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Her heart raced as he reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. The touch was subtle, almost accidental, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her. She didn’t pull away, and neither did he.

“Careful, Heeseung,” she murmured, her voice teasing. “You might just get more than you bargained for.”

He chuckled softly, his thumb now tracing the back of her hand. “I’m counting on it.”

By the time they left the bar, the tension between them was unbearable. Every step they took side by side felt like a countdown to something inevitable.

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The door barely clicked shut before Heeseung’s hands were on her, sliding around her waist to pull her flush against him. His lips descended on hers, hot and insistent, capturing her in a kiss that stole her breath. She responded with equal intensity, her fingers gripping the front of his shirt as if anchoring herself against the storm he was unleashing inside her.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers as he panted softly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Y/N?”

Her lips curled into a teasing smirk as she tilted her head up to brush her mouth against his, barely a whisper of contact. “Show me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In one smooth motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Her back hit the wall with a soft thud, and his lips were on her neck, tracing a searing path down to her collarbone. She gasped as his teeth grazed her skin, his tongue soothing the mark he left behind.

“Heeseung,” she breathed, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging slightly.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating against her throat. “You’re going to ruin me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He carried her to the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed with a controlled force that sent a thrill racing through her. He followed immediately, his body hovering over hers as his dark eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice reverent as his fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt.

Her breath hitched as he pushed the fabric up, exposing her skin inch by inch. When the shirt was finally gone, his lips were on her again, his hands following the curve of her waist before settling on her hips.

“Touch me,” she whispered, the plea barely audible.

He smirked, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. “Patience, baby. I want to take my time with you.”

She bit her lip, the anticipation driving her mad as he slid her shorts and underwear down her legs in one smooth motion. His hands were everywhere—caressing, teasing, setting her skin on fire.

When his lips trailed lower, her legs instinctively parted for him, a soft moan escaping her as his mouth explored her most sensitive places. He took his time, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to unravel her.

“You taste like heaven,” he muttered against her, his voice sending vibrations through her that left her trembling.

Her hands gripped the sheets, her head thrown back as waves of pleasure washed over her. Heeseung’s name spilled from her lips, a breathless chant that seemed to spur him on. He didn’t stop until she was gasping, her body arching off the bed as she shattered under his touch.

He climbed back up, his lips finding hers again. The kiss was slower this time, filled with an intimacy that made her heart ache. She reached between them, her fingers brushing against the bulge straining in his jeans.

“Your turn,” she whispered, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

He let out a shaky breath as she pushed him onto his back, straddling him. Her hands made quick work of his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down to free him. He hissed at the contact, his head falling back against the pillows as her hand wrapped around him.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she moved her hand in slow, deliberate strokes.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re so sensitive,” she teased, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Only for you,” he replied, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain control.

When she finally sank onto him, they both gasped at the sensation. Heeseung’s hands gripped her hips tightly as she began to move, setting a rhythm that had them both teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmured, his gaze locked on hers.

The way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered made her heart race even faster. She leaned down to kiss him, their movements growing more frantic as they chased their release together.

When it finally hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over them and leaving them breathless and trembling in each other’s arms. uch igniting a fire that consumed them both. They moved together in perfect rhythm, the rest of the world fading into oblivion as they lost themselves in each other.

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Heeseung rolled them over, pulling her close as they lay tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

She smiled, her head resting against his chest. “More than okay.”

He chuckled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“So are you,” she replied, leaning up to kiss him gently.

As they lay there, their bodies still intertwined, Y/N realized she’d never felt so connected to someone before. Heeseung wasn’t just good at making her feel wanted he made her feel safe, cherished.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe this was something real.

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The sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in warm, golden hues. Y/N stirred, the smell of coffee and something sweet pulling her from the remnants of sleep. She wrapped a blanket around herself and padded into the kitchen, where she found Heeseung standing at the stove.

He looked utterly domestic, wearing only his boxers and the apron she rarely used. A crooked smile spread across his face when he saw her.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, flipping a pancake with surprising skill.

Y/N leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms as she watched him. “So, you cook too?”

“I’m full of surprises,” he quipped, setting a plate of pancakes on the counter.

She took a seat, letting him pour her a cup of coffee. He sat across from her, his gaze soft and attentive. “What’s on your agenda today?” he asked.

She smirked. “I don’t know. Convince me to let you stay?”

He grinned, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. “Challenge accepted.”

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oldsoul007 · 2 days ago

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patience

javier peña x reader

summary: javier, your coworker is always trying to take you out but you know his reputation

disclaimer: blood, kissing, reader is referred to as baby by javier

Javier Peña had a reputation—a reputation that preceded him wherever he went. He was the charming, confident DEA agent who could sweet-talk anyone and make them believe he was their best friend, their confidant, or even their lover. In a world dominated by drug cartels, violence, and danger, Javier’s heart was the one thing he never gave away freely. He was a playboy, but there was something about you that made him want to break his own rules.

Y/n was the exact opposite of the women Javier usually went after. She wasn’t impressed by his flirtations or the dangerous life he led. A brilliant agent in her own right, y/n worked alongside Javier in the fight against the Colombian cartels. She was tough, focused, and knew exactly how to handle herself in a crisis.

But Javier wasn’t going to let a little thing like that stop him. Day after day, he tried his best to get under her skin, to make her smile, to win her over.

“Y/n,” he said one afternoon, leaning against the desk where I was sifting through paperwork. “You and I, we should get dinner tonight. There’s a place downtown. I hear the wine’s smooth.”

I didn’t look up from my papers. “I don’t have time for dinner, Peña. We have a case to solve.”

Javier smirked, knowing he’d heard this answer before. “You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby. I thought we were friends.”

My eyes finally met his, but there was no softness in them. “We are friends, Javier. But I’m not going to let you distract me from what’s important. And what did I tell you about calling me that.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Distract you? I’m just offering a little fun. You work too hard, y/n.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I replied, the faintest of smiles tugging at my lips.

Javier leaned in closer, his voice dropping. “You deserve more than just work, y/n. You deserve someone who can show you the good things in life. Don’t tell me you’re not curious about what we could have.”

I stood up then, taking a deep breath. “I’m curious, Javier. But I’m not interested. Not like that.”

He watched me walk away, his heart skipping a beat. He wasn’t used to hearing “no.” But he’d never been one to give up either.

Javier was doing his usual thing—teasing, pushing me with his flirtatious remarks, “Come on, baby, stop pretending you’re not into the idea of going out with me. I know you want to.”

I rolled my eyes, but there was that playful spark in my gaze. “Yeah, right. As if you’re actually someone I’d be interested in.” I crossed my arms, keeping him at a distance, but it was clear I was enjoying the banter.

He chuckled, leaning in just a little closer. “Come on, stop playing hard to get. Everyone knows you like the chase.”

I raised an eyebrow, a sly smile curling on my lips. But then, without warning, I stepped forward, closing the space between us so quickly that he barely had time to react. For a second, it felt like I was going to kiss him. My breath was warm against his skin, my eyes locked on his, the tension thick in the air.

Javier’s heart skipped a beat, his pulse racing. Was this it? Was she finally giving in?

Instead, my lips barely brushed the air near his, my voice soft but teasing, “You really think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” I leaned in even closer, just enough to make him feel like he was on the edge of something, but then pulled back, my smirk widening as I watched him swallow hard.

“I’ll keep you guessing, Javi,” I said, my tone light but with a challenge in my eyes. “If you want me, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, frozen, trying to shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—I was actually playing him.

Over the next few weeks, our banter became almost routine. Javier would flirt, I would dismiss him, and the cycle would continue. But there was something more between us—something unspoken.

Late one evening, we found ourselves working late at the office, going through surveillance footage from a drug bust. The dim lights and the quiet hum of the air conditioning created an intimate atmosphere. As the hours passed, we grew more comfortable with each other, the usual tension between them fading into something else—something softer, more honest.

“Do you ever get tired of this?” I asked suddenly, my eyes still glued to the screen. “The constant chase. The risk. The lives we’ve lost.”

Javier paused, his gaze drifting to me. He had been asked similar questions before, but something in the way I phrased it made him think harder. “Every day,” he admitted. “But we do what we have to do. The world doesn’t stop for anyone.”

I nodded slowly, my fingers tapping nervously on the desk. “I get it. But sometimes, I wish I could just walk away from it all. Find something… simpler.”

Javier took a step closer, sensing the vulnerability in my words. “And what would that be, y/n? A life without all this chaos?”

I hesitated, my eyes meeting his. For the briefest moment, the air between us felt charged, the chemistry undeniable. I wanted to say something—anything—that might acknowledge the tension, but I held back. I always held back.

But then, Javier’s voice softened. “I think I could show you something better than this life, if you let me.”

For the first time, I didn’t respond with my usual coldness. I met his gaze, my heart beating just a little faster than normal. “Javier, don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Baby, I never break my promises.”

Days turned into weeks, and the tension between them only grew. Javier still pursued me relentlessly, but it wasn’t just about winning anymore. Somewhere along the way, he had begun to care for her, to want her in a way he hadn’t expected. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about y/n that made him want to be better.

And then, one night, everything changed.

We were in the middle of a raid, tracking a cartel boss. The operation had gone south, and gunfire erupted from all directions. In the chaos, Javier and me found ourselves separated from the rest of us team. Javier pushed me behind cover, taking the brunt of the bullets as he shielded me.

“Stay down, y/n!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of gunfire. “I’ll cover you!”

But as he turned to return fire, a sharp pain exploded in his side. He staggered but didn’t fall, his hand gripping his bulletproof vest where the impact had struck.

My heart skipped a beat. “Javier!” I screamed, rushing to his side. I saw the blood trickling down the side of his shirt, but I didn’t care about the details. I only cared about the man in front of me.

“I’m fine, fuck that hurts.” he said with a weak grin, his hand on my arm as he steadied himself. “It’s just the vest. I’m good.”

But I wasn’t convinced. The sight of him hurt, the fear of losing him—she couldn’t breathe.

“You idiot,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Javier reached up, cupping my face with his bloodied hand. “You’re breaking my heart, baby,” he said with a faint chuckle. “But it’s worth it. Every damn minute of it.”

I didn’t say anything. Instead, I kissed him—softly, quickly, as if I were afraid the moment would slip away. But it wasn’t the kiss of a colleague or even a friend. It was the kiss of someone who had been holding back for too long, someone who had finally realized that we couldn’t keep saying no.

When we broke apart, Javier looked at me with surprise and something more—something that made his heart race. “You just kissed me,” he whispered.

My face flushed, but I smiled. “Maybe I did.”

“About time,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “Took you long enough.”

I chuckled, my voice thick with emotion. “I was just waiting for the right moment.”

Javier grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Well, baby, I’m not going anywhere. The right moment is now.”

In the weeks that followed, our relationship blossomed. We worked together, fought together, and when the dust settled, we found comfort in each other’s arms. No longer was it about the chase or the game. It was real, and it was ours.

Javier had always been the playboy, the heartbreaker, the one who never stayed for long. But for me, he was everything I had been waiting for. And when he said, “You’re breaking my heart, baby,” I realized, maybe, just maybe, I was breaking his too.

But this time, neither of us was going anywhere.

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theartofcollapse · 1 day ago

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hi! would you write female reader x casey in which it’s a summer sunday and casey is working from home but reader is wearing an obscenely small mini skirt and casey is getting very distracted until she takes matter into her own hands? also, i love ur writing!! thank you for taking the time to do these requests 🙏

a/n: thank you fro your request and your kind words, it means a lot:) summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: 18+! slight smut, fingering (r receiving), heavy flirting word count: 2.8K

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Distractions - Casey Novak

The heat of a New York summer Sunday blanketed the apartment, the hum of a nearby fan doing little to cut through the sticky warmth. Casey sat at the dining table, laptop open, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. A neatly annotated case file sat beside her, her red pen tapping against the paper in a steady rhythm.

She glanced up as the sound of footsteps padded across the hardwood floor. You were there, a mischievous grin on your face and a glass of iced tea in hand. But it wasn’t the grin or the tea that had Casey’s attention.

It was the skirt.

Or what she generously assumed you were calling a skirt.

The fabric barely grazed mid-thigh, hugging you in all the right ways. Casey's pen stilled, her eyes trailing over you appreciatively.

“Don’t you look comfortable,” she remarked, voice laced with a mix of amusement and barely veiled interest.

You smirked, setting the glass down in front of her and leaning against the table just enough for her gaze to wander.

“It’s hot,” you said with a casual shrug, though the glint in your eye suggested you knew exactly what you were doing.

Casey’s tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Mmhmm. Hot.”

Her attention was back on the laptop, or so she pretended. But the tapping of her pen had stopped, and her gaze flicked to you more often than to the document on her screen.

“You’ve been at that all morning,” you said, your tone teasing as you sauntered around to her side of the table. “Don’t you ever take a break?”

Casey pushed her glasses up her nose and gave you a pointed look. “Some of us have deadlines.”

You stepped closer, your hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “And some of us know how to have fun.”

The corner of her mouth twitched upward. “Oh, is that right?”

You nodded, your other hand trailing down her arm. “You work too hard, Counselor. Let me help you relax.”

Casey’s resolve crumbled like a house of cards. She pushed her chair back abruptly, grabbing your wrist to pull you into her lap.

“If you wanted my attention,” she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, “you’ve got it.”

Her hands settled on your waist, fingers brushing the hem of that infuriatingly small skirt. The air between you crackled with tension, her lips just a whisper away from yours.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice low and husky, “was this your plan all along?”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Casey chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin as she trailed kisses down your neck. “Liar.”

Her hands slid down to your thighs, pulling you closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between you.

The air grew thick with tension, the kind that made your pulse race and your breath hitch. Casey’s green eyes burned with an intensity that left no room for doubt about where her focus was now.

“You’re trouble,” she murmured against your skin.

Your fingers tangled in the loose strands of her auburn hair, tugging gently as you tilted your head to grant her better access.

Casey’s hands, steady and deliberate, slid up your thighs, her fingertips brushing just under the hem of your skirt. The touch was featherlight, enough to send a shiver coursing through you.

“I should be working,” she murmured, though there was no conviction in her voice. Her lips grazed the sensitive spot beneath your ear, her warm breath fanning across your skin.

You shifted in her lap, the movement drawing a low, throaty sound from her that sent a wave of heat pooling low in your belly. “You’ve been working all day,” you countered, your nails lightly scratching down her shoulder. “Time for a reward.”

Casey leaned back slightly, her gaze raking over you with a mix of adoration and hunger. “Is that what this is?” she asked. “Your idea of a reward?”

You smirked, your confidence bolstered by the way her breath hitched when you moved against her. “Depends. Do you like it?”

Her laugh was low and dark, her eyes locking onto yours. “Oh, I think you know the answer to that.”

In one swift motion, she stood, lifting you effortlessly on the table.

“Casey!” you squealed, though the sound quickly turned to a laugh.

“You’re a menace,” she said, her tone dripping with affection.

Casey leaned down, caging you in with her arms as her lips brushed yours in a kiss. Her hands slid up your sides, tracing the curve of your waist as she deepened the kiss, her tongue teasing against yours in a way that made your head spin.

Your hands found the buttons of her blouse, fingers fumbling in your haste to undo them. She chuckled against your mouth, pulling back just enough to let you finish.

“Someone’s eager,” she teased, her voice a sultry whisper.

You huffed, tugging her closer by the waistband of her slacks. “Don’t act like you’re not.”

Her smirk was pure mischief as she shrugged off the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m way past acting.”

She pushed you gently back onto the table, her hands sliding up your thighs once more. This time, there was no teasing, no hesitation.

The table creaked slightly under your weight, but you didn’t care. The only sound that mattered was the soft hum of her approval as her hands slid higher, brushing against the bare skin just beneath your skirt.

“You’re so smug,” she murmured against your lips, her tone dripping with affection and exasperation.

You grinned, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “You’re the one letting yourself get distracted.”

Casey chuckled, the sound low, dangerous and the way she paused, her teeth grazing your collarbone, told you she’d heard every syllable. “Distracted? You think this is distracted?”

Her fingers teasingly traced patterns on your thighs. “You wear this around me and expect me to concentrate? I’m only human, you know.”

You smirked, tilting your head back as her lips found a particularly sensitive spot. “And here I thought you had superhuman focus.”

“Oh, I do. Just not when you’re dressed like this.”

The heat of her touch against your bare skin made you shiver, and you clung to her shoulders for balance. Before you could fire back another quip, her lips captured yours again, this time with an urgency that left you breathless. Her hands roamed freely now, her touch firm yet maddeningly precise, as though she’d memorized every place that made you gasp.

Her skin was warm beneath your palms, her toned frame evidence of someone who rarely let herself rest. You traced your fingers along her collarbone, savoring the way her breath hitched at your touch.

“Careful,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “You might make me forget my own name.”

You grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Good. That’s the idea.”

She pulled you closer as she leaned over you, her weight pressing you against the cool surface of the table. The sensation was electric, the contrast between the hard wood and her soft touch making your brain stop completely.

Casey’s hands were everywhere now, exploring, claiming. The teasing smirk on her lips had shifted into something darker, something more commanding, as she gripped your hips and pressed herself between your thighs.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” she murmured, her voice low and rough as her fingers slid higher under your skirt. “Parading around in this tiny little thing, knowing exactly what you’re doing to me.”

You bit your lip, fighting a grin. “You seemed so focused earlier. I thought maybe you wouldn’t notice.”

Casey laughed, her fingers brushing against the waistband of your underwear. “Oh, I noticed. Hard not to when you’re practically begging for attention.”

Your breath hitched as her nails lightly dragged across your skin, her eyes locking onto yours with a look that made your stomach flip. “Maybe I was,” you admitted, your voice dipping into something more challenging. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Her smirk widened as she leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. “Do you really want to test me?”

You tilted your head, your fingers trailing down her chest to the clasp of her bra. “Maybe I do.”

With a sharp tug, you freed the clasp, letting the straps fall down her shoulders. Casey didn’t miss a beat, she shrugged out of the bra, the movement quick and effortless as her hands moved to the buttons of your tank light shirt.

“Turnabout’s fair play,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she popped the first button. “If you’re going to distract me, it’s only fair I even the playing field.”

Her fingers worked deftly, unbuttoning your top one agonizing second at a time. You squirmed under her gaze, her intensity making it impossible to look away.

“You know,” she murmured as the last button came undone, “if you wanted to get me to stop working, all you had to do was ask.”

You arched an eyebrow, your confidence bolstered by the heat in her gaze. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Casey’s eyes darkened, her hands sliding the fabric off your shoulders and letting it pool behind you on the table. Her gaze raked over you, taking in every inch of newly exposed skin.

You’ve got a smart mouth,” she said, slowly tugging the fabric of your shirt higher. “Let’s see if we can do something about that.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as her lips descended on your neck, her teeth scraping against your skin just hard enough to make you gasp.

Her hands fully slid the skirt up and over your hips, leaving you exposed to her.

“You’re such a tease,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

You grinned, leaning back on your elbows as you met her gaze head-on. “And you’re still wearing too many clothes.”

Casey smirked, her hands moving to the waistband of her slacks. “Then by all means, help me out.”

Her slacks slipped to the floor, leaving her in her black lace underwear.

Her eyes locked onto yours, one brow arched. “Comfortable?” she asked, her voice dripping with mockery and intent.

You smirked, leaning back on your hands. “Getting there.”

Casey moved closer, her hands gripping your thighs and spreading them slightly as she stepped between. Her teeth grazed your skin, her hands teasing their way higher, brushing just shy of where you wanted her most.

“You’ve got a one-track mind,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear.

“And you talk too much,” you replied, your voice trembling with both defiance and need.

Her laugh was brief, almost incredulous, as her hand finally dipped between your thighs. Her fingers pressed against you over the thin fabric of your underwear, her touch firm but teasing as she applied just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“Better?” she asked, her tone playful but her eyes anything but.

“Almost,” you managed, though your voice wavered as her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles.

Casey’s smirk widened as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear, her touch suddenly bare against your skin. The sensation sent a jolt through you, and you gripped the edge of the table for balance.

“You’re so wet,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. “All this for me?”

“Shut up, Casey,” you managed, your breath hitching as her fingers slid lower, teasing against your entrance.

Her grin turned predatory. “Make me.”

And then she was inside you, her fingers moving with a confidence and rhythm that made your head spin. You let out a sharp gasp, your hands gripping her shoulders as she pressed deeper, her other hand steadying your hips.

The tension between you built quickly, each movement of her fingers pulling you closer to the edge. Casey’s name fell from your lips like a mantra, her grin widening with every gasp and moan she drew from you.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” she murmured, her voice rough with desire. “Completely undone.”

Your response was incoherent, a mix of her name and a string of curses as her thumb found your clit and circled hard on it.

She didn’t let up, her fingers working you through the aftershocks until your body trembled against hers. Finally, she pulled back slightly, her hands still steadying you as she pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Still think I talk too much?” she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

You managed a weak laugh, leaning into her for support. “Once again, shut up, Casey.”

Her laugh joined yours, the sound warm and intimate as she pulled you into her arms. “Not a chance.”

When her hands started roaming your body with renewed determination, a sudden knock on the apartment door shattered the moment.

Both of you froze, your breaths heavy in the heated silence. Another knock followed, this one louder and accompanied by a familiar voice.

“Casey! It’s me. Open up!”

You groaned, burying your face in Casey’s shoulder. “Is that Olivia?”

Casey sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reluctantly pulling away. “Of course it is,” she muttered, grabbing her discarded blouse from the floor and hastily buttoning it up.

You hopped off the table, adjusting your rumpled skirt and pulling on your shirt, trying to look somewhat presentable. Casey shot you a look, half apologetic, half amused as she moved to open the door.

When it swung open, Olivia Benson stood on the other side, dressed in her usual leather jacket and jeans, her expression a mix of exasperation and urgency. But the moment she stepped inside and took in the scene - the table askew, Casey’s slightly mussed hair, and your flushed face - her eyebrows shot up.

“Well,” Olivia said, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Looks like I’m interrupting something.”

Casey crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “What do you need, Liv?” she asked, her tone brisk, though the faint pink tinting her cheeks betrayed her.

“Oh, nothing urgent,” Olivia replied, clearly enjoying herself. “Just a warrant. Well, I need you to sign a paper that I can give Judge Donnelly to sign a warrant for us, since you don’t look like you’re about to come down to the courthouse. I need it for, you know, the job you were so focused on earlier?” She shot a pointed glance at the table.

Your face burned, but you refused to look away. “She was working,” you said, your voice dripping with mock innocence. “I just… offered her a break.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Some break. Looks like you two were about to start round two.”

Casey groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. “Liv, seriously. Do you have the paperwork or not?”

Olivia waved a folder in the air, stepping further inside. “Right here. Thought I’d save you a trip to the precinct.” She glanced between the two of you, her grin nothing short of wicked. “Though I’m guessing you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon.”

You leaned against the table, deciding to play along. “Not if I had anything to say about it.”

Casey shot you a look, her lips twitching as though she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or glare. “Don’t encourage her,” she muttered.

“Encourage me?” Olivia said, her tone mock offended. “I should be offended you didn’t invite me to brunch before all this extracurricular activity.”

Casey snatched the folder from Olivia’s hands, flipping it open with an air of forced composure. “Thanks for that, Liv.” Casey signed the paper and handed it back to Olivia. “You can go now. Tell Judge Donnelly I said hi”

Olivia chuckled, heading toward the door but pausing before stepping out. “Hey, no judgment here. Just make sure to hydrate.”

With that, she was gone, leaving the apartment filled with silence and the faint echo of her laughter.

You turned to Casey, unable to suppress your own giggle. “Well, that wasn’t awkward at all.”

Casey rolled her eyes, pulling you back into her arms. “She’s lucky I like her.”

“And me?” you teased, your arms winding around her neck. “How lucky am I?”

Casey’s lips curved into a smirk as she pressed a kiss to your temple. “Lucky enough that round two is back on.”

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cvnticy · 2 days ago

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SITUATIONSHIP!READER X SHAWN

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warnings ⚠ sexual content, lowkey mentally draining relationship

Shawn Finds Out You Slept With Bret To Spite Him - Headcanons

Gut Instinct: From the moment he walks into the locker room and sees that smug look on your face, he knows something's off. His mind instantly goes to Bret—because deep down, he knows how far you'd push him. He doesn't say anything immediately, but the tension builds as he watches you move around, feeling the subtle change in the air.

The Look: He catches you at an odd moment—maybe you’re chatting with Bret in passing, or you just seem a little too at ease with him. That one look you share, that lingering glance, is all it takes for Shawn to know something’s up. His jaw clenches.

Paranoia: Was he crazy? You've expressed your strong disdain for him on multiple occasions. But, in those same occasions, he'd be pounding you into a hotel bed mattress and you were screaming his name right after. That has to mean something, right? You wouldn't do that to him.

You Play It Cool: You don’t react immediately. You’ve got your back to him, pretending to focus on your gear, but your pulse quickens. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you panic. "What if I did?" You try to keep your tone steady, but your heart's racing. You know exactly how he’s going to react.

Shawn’s Temper: He takes a step closer, his eyes like daggers. "Don’t play games with me," he growls, his voice rougher now. He can tell by the shift in your posture, the way your breathing catches, that you’re hiding something. “You think this is funny? You really think you can fuck around with me and then go fuck him too?”

The Mind Games: You smirk, trying to rile him up. “Maybe I wanted to see if he was better than you,” you tease, and Shawn's face darkens at the mere thought of someone else touching you. His hands go to your shoulders, spinning you to face him. His grip tightens. "He could never be better than me," he growls, his breath hot on your skin.

The Pushback: You refuse to let him see how much this affects you, but that look in his eyes—raw anger mixed with possessiveness—sends a shiver down your spine. "What’s the matter, Shawn? You think I can’t make my own choices?" you snap back, but the edge of vulnerability is evident in your voice.

The Fight: He shoves you against the wall, leaning in so close you can feel the heat of his body. “You think I won’t make you regret this?” he warns, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes flicker between anger and something darker—jealousy, maybe? You know he’s always had a possessive streak, but this is different.

The Realization: And then it hits him—he's not just angry. He's...hurt. The thought of you with Bret, even if it was a fleeting moment, cuts deeper than he expected. He’s not just mad you fucked Bret; he’s mad because deep down, he thought you belonged to him in a way that no one else ever could. And the reality of you moving on, even just physically, shakes him to his core.

Venting to Hunter: After the confrontation, he confides in Hunter. "She fucked him." "Who is 'he'?" "Bret Fucking Hart".

Hunter's Reaction : Hunter knows Shawn too well. He studies him for a moment, then lets out a sigh. “You sure about that?” he asks. Shawn nods sharply. “I know it. The way she’s been acting around him... She’s either hiding something, or she’s playing me for a fool,” Shawn mutters bitterly.

The Silent Treatment: After the confrontation, things get cold between you two. He ignores you at first, not willing to show how much it’s eating at him. He’ll throw snide comments your way, sarcastically bringing up Bret in passing to see how you react. But the silence speaks louder than anything he says.

The Moment of Weakness: It won’t be long before he pulls you aside, away from prying eyes, and grabs you by the wrist. His touch, though firm, holds a trace of vulnerability. "I don’t want to hear about him again," he says quietly, his gaze locking with yours. "But you and me… this isn’t over. Not by a long shot." He won’t admit it, but he’s hurt, and you know exactly how to use it to your advantage.

The Power Play: You use this moment to your advantage, holding your ground. “I never asked for your approval, Shawn,” you say, your tone defiant, but there’s a flicker of something in your eyes—a challenge. You know exactly what buttons to push to make him lose control.

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planetpedri · 50 minutes ago

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hi Bae 🫶 i NEED prompt 4 “shut up and kiss me” for paul aron .. cause yknow me. maybe some friends with tension, constantly pranking/teasing/messing with each other?!?!2?3?? i luh yuh.

Electric love 𖦹 Paul Aron.

summary. you and paul had always toed the line between friends and something more with your flirtatious teasing and the such. today though, you both stepped one toe over that line until your bodies eventually lunged onto the other side.

word count. 860+

disclaimers. fluff, teasing, friends to lovers !

bea speaks. finally a paul req god bless!! hello ellis baef, i hope u like ^_^

The late afternoon sun lit the park a golden hue as you and Paul sat on the edge of the fountain, tossing stones to see who would make the biggest splash. This was a ritual you two had done since childhood, and it progressed into your adulthood somehow.

As per usual, your banter filled the air, the easy rhythm of teasing that had become natural between you two over the years.

“Admit it,” Paul said, flicking a pebble into the fountain. “You’re only here because you missed me oh so much while I was away.”

You scoff, leaning back on your hands, the warmth the sun caused against the tan stone of the fountains edge warming your fingertips. “Missed you?” Your lips curl, “You’re delusional, Aron. If anything, I came here to enjoy the peace and quiet until you showed up.”

“Peace and quiet?” He repeated, his beautiful blue eyes narrowing with mock offense. “You’ve been following me around since we were kids. You’d totally be lost without me.”

“Following you around?” Your mouth parts with a short laugh, “I think you’ve got it backward. You’re the one who can’t go more than a few hours without sending me something stupid or calling me to boast about the smallest of achievements!”

You push yourself back up to straighten your back, rubbing your hands together to get the small particles of dust off. “It’s exhausting, honestly.”

The blonde grinned, leaning in slightly. “You love it when I do that, though.”

“Not nearly as much as you love listening to yourself talk.” You shoot back, dipping your hand in the fountain water and flicking some in his direction.

He dodged it with ease, his grin widening. “Careful, loser, you’re starting to sound jealous.” His eyebrows wriggle accusatorially.

“Jealous of what? Your overinflated ego?”

The boy chuckles, his voice low and warm. “You know, if you weren’t so damn stubborn, you’d probably admit you find me quite irresistible.”

Your eyes rolled, but you couldn’t ignore the way your pulse quickened as he shifted closer, the space between you shrinking just enough for you to become adequately aware of how close he actually is.

“Irresistible?” You lift one eyebrow, “Please. If you weren’t such an ass maybe—maybe, I’d consider kissing you.”

Paul’s eyebrows raise shortly, he didn’t know kissing was on the table. His surprise quickly fades and a smirk grows on his lips, something else passing across his face but it’s gone within an instant. “Maybe? That’s the best you’ve got?”

You shrug, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest. “I don’t hand out things like that to people who think they are God’s gift to humanity.”

“Fair enough.” He says, his voice softening as he leans just an inch closer. “But you’re not denying that you’ve thought about it, y’know?”

Opening your mouth to argue, the words get stuck in your throat when you realize just how close he was to your face. The teasing glint in his eyes had changed into same expression you’d seen pass over him earlier—something softer, sweeter. It send a shiver down your spine.

Paul’s head tilted to the sigh, his breath fanning across your already warm cheeks, his voice hoarse and quiet now. “So, if I wasn’t an ass—“

“Paul,” you interject, the words coming out barely above a whisper.

His blue eyes blink, startled for a second as the teasing look shifted into one similar to worry. Had he read this all wrong? Was this not what you wanted? Because it is certainly what he wants. So, so badly.

The air was thick enough to cut with a knife. “Yeah?” He murmurs back, just as quiet, but still steady. His gaze flickers down to your lips for a split second before returning to your eyes.

The same eyes he could get lost in if you’d just let him.

You hesitate only for a second before letting out a small, exasperated laugh. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

His lips were on yours before you could take another breath. It was warm and urgent, like he’d been waiting for this moment as long—if not longer—than you had. His hand slid up your bare arm, coming up to cup your cheek, tilting your face toward him, while his other hand found its home on your waist, pulling you just a little closer so that your chests were touching.

His lips molded against yours, like they were meant specifically for you. Like they were sculpted just for yours.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless. The Estonian boy was grinning down at you, his forehead resting against yours. “Does this mean I have to stop being an ass now, or do I get to stay as perfect as I am.”

Your eyes rolled, but the way you were so clearly fighting a smile gave yourself away. “Let’s not push it, Aron.”

His head tilts back slightly as he laughs, the sound warm and familiar and your heart lurches at the sound. He leans back down to kiss you again and your lips swallow his leftover laughter.

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gleafer · 5 months ago

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In my headcanon, Mr. Brown is a CrossFit crazy Disco Stu who cannot help himself when it comes to peacocking when Mr. Fell is around!

Drew this while listening to My Type by Saint Motel. Have a listen and giggle!

His face, though.

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screampied · 2 months ago

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☆ cw. fem! reader, college au, bimbo-y reader, dumbification, praise, nerd nanami's a secret freak, fīngering, mdni.

nerd! nanami who eats you out while wearing his glasses. you told him this ‘method’ was far more efficient . . and, he could teach you more about the anatomy of the clit better.. oh, and the fact at how you said you always were a visual learner. you were always grateful for his tutoring sessions sure, but you couldn’t help but stare at him. not just at his eyes, but his noticeable bulge too that would always outline beneath his slacks. and yet now, here you were—laid flat on his wooden old desk as he’s buried right between your pretty thighs. “hm,” he’d grumble, sliding a swollen fat thumb down your glossy clit. nanami hears your cute breaths grow shallow along with the clanking dangles of your earrings and he huffs. “princess, pay attention,” and his eyes flicker down at your sopping needy entrance. “she’s important.”

“o- okay,” you wheeze out a tiny breath, and your eyes focus primarily on the head that’s buried between your legs. nanami pushes back the clear lenses of his glasses before giving your sloppy cunt a single tender kiss. a sweetened gasp rips away from your parted lips as you stare at him, watching intently as he closes his eyes shut, gradually sliding his tongue from top to bottom. “fuuck, ‘ken.”

nanami whistles softly against your dribbling folds while you’re wetly glazing his peachy, pink lips with your slick. “ah, the clit is such a mystery,” he’d purr, positioning his glasses. you’d then roll your eyes once he starts rambling all sorts of anatomy facts while eating you out at the same time. nanami’s pearly cold lenses repeatedly rub up against your thighs as he swiftly flicks his tongue, using his flat vast thumb to smear shapes down your slit. “sooo many nerves inside this pretty thing. thousands ‘n thousands of nerve fibers,” and you moan, feeling him cup his pursed dripping lips around your clit. nanami feels you claw a hand through his blond scalp, digging through his thin blond tresses before he hums.

“but – let’s start with my personal favorite shall we, princess? the dorsal nerve..”

he found it cute how you were so whiny, struggling to hold still as your back brushes up against the dozens of incorrectly marked papers behind you. they were scattered everywhere on the desk, an entire pile—and nanami thinks you were just starting to answer things wrong purposely. “let’s see,” he softly coos, feverish breath colliding right against your eagerly twitching sex. you’ve got a good tugging grip on his hair, peering at how his flaxen blond strings entangle ‘n intertwine between your fingers. “she’s important why?”

a mewling sobbing moan was your answer as his glasses continued to glide and tickle against your skin. nanami raises a single brow, and as his chiseled chin’s just streaming down with shimmery sheeny slick, he tsks.

“u- uhh,” you whimper, tightening your grip against his silky threads of hair. truth be told, your mind was entirely empty. you weren’t thinking about anything except for that fact that his tongue was ferociously gliding up and down the streaming slope of your pretty pussy. it makes you gnaw on your lip, growing even more dumb all from the salaciously narrow strokes of his tongue. “because it stimulates t.. the clit?”

“no, dummy,” he whispers, and even his playful insults made your pussy throb. nanami felt the exact pulse trigger against the flatness of his tongue and you whimper. you could feel his coy grin twisting against his lips before he starts to slurp harder.

it’s loud . . and your eyes were already starting to roll back the second he eases a slender middle finger inside.

“the dorsal nerve helps innervate this spot,” and a treble squeak of a whine snatches out your throat once he teasingly nibbles against your clit. it feels good, and you could feel your body heat gradually heating up more and more. “wonder what goes on in that pretty head of yours,” and with another moan following out from your lips, he gives your wet entrance a soft direct spank. “nothin’. bet it’s just empty, right silly girl?”

“kentoooo, fuck—” you’d moan, maintaining a good grip on his hair. fuck, it was just the way you perfectly dragged out the two syllables of his name – and, oh was the prettiest melody he’s ever heard.

panting heavily, nanami starts to run the pointed tip of his tongue farther inside of your pussy. it’s like he’s a natural—and to be honest, you didn’t think he’d be the type to have such a skillful tongue. for the hours and hours he spends talking, but you were starting to connect the dots. maybe nerds could be just as filthy. . especially with their mouths. his tongue resumes to delve in and out rapidly, barely giving you any time to catch your irregular unsteady breaths. glancing down, you see him with fogged up glasses and a sleazy growing grin.

he’s smug.

your taste – it makes nanami salivate, and he’s even starting to drool past the corners of his lips. you had a treacly flavor to you, and it continues to please his tastebuds the more he swirls his tongue inside. he’s right between your thighs and it’s a pretty sight… you’re a pretty sight, and you can’t help but start to frantically grind your hips against his slack jaw. “forget the l- lesson. don’t stop.”

nanami gives the inner sweltering flaps of your cunt another loving kiss before warm fawn eyes fixate back toward you. “ohh, but princess,” and he could hear your soft gasps once he starts to massage his palm around your sopping heat. he’s maneuvering tender circles against your wet pussy before giving it a soft smack, hearing you whimper for more. you were soaked. . geysering pools of your slick coat his hand and it makes him hum in amusement. “if i do that, then you won’t learn anything,” and you could feel every sharp axon electrocute alongside each nerve of your body. your thighs were this close to snapping back shut, and he’s gotta pry them apart with two big hands. “wonder if my tongue’s jus’ makin’ you dumber,” and that’s riiight when nanami smears the bridge of nose against your cunt.

“nghh, kento,” your eyes widen, and each time his lips smack from pulling away to breathe—you could feel both of your ears ring. he’s filthy, and nanami was so hard that he even reached beneath the desk, slipping a hand inside of his unbuckled pants. you continued to drag your cunt against his face, covering the lower part of his dripping chin with every drop of your lewd polished essence before mewling. “fuck, fuuuuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“the woman orgasm,” he whispers in husky awe, his tone as smooth as silky silk. nanami lowly grunts, wrapping a hand around his veiny base before giving it a few solid pumps. oh, you turned him on. it was so bad that he couldn’t help but imagine being inside of you. fucking you on his desk, pushing your head into your red-marked papers in hopes that that could feed you some sorts of knowledge – all while showering you with a plethora of compliments of course.

you were pretty, but between your legs you were even prettier. as nanami continues to prattle endlessly, talking your ear off about whatever, his glasses end up falling and you grab them.

sepia hooded eyes narrow at you before he scoffs, taking a second to spit on your weeping cunt. “tell me, sweet thing,” and you’re whimpering, the arch in your back growing as your lips part awkwardly. nanami’s still fisting his cock with a single hand, slowly twirling his tongue inside between your glistening folds before applying faster and faster pressure. it’s repetitive, and you clench down on your jaw the second you feel him pop in his lanky ring finger. “how many nerves does it take to orgasm? quickly.”

as your lashes continuously flutter – you let off a sweet whimper. “around e- eight thousand?”

“smart girl,” he coos, and you felt a stir of butterflies rummage through the lower pits of your stomach at the praise. nanami’s practically french kissing your cunt, using allllll types of tongue. effortlessly, he’s thrusting his tongue in and out, locating every pivotal part inside before he abruptly stops stroking himself. he groans, feeling a vein run down his shaft before he gives your cunt it’s final departing kiss. “c’monnn, let go for me. cum on my tongue, princess.”

as your lips cutely stretch out further, curling ‘n contorting into a shocked oval shape—you tightly grip onto his blonde strands. “fuuuuck,” was all you could reply with, and you could still hear nanami grumbling out nonsense under his breath. even a nerd with his mouth full.

sloppily, his tongue wanders everywhere, reaching near every crevice and swirls its way around your clit before dipping itself right back out. there was not a single thought programmed in your brain—except for the fact that if his tongue was like this, you only wondered what his dick felt like. the thought alone makes you let off a crooning whimper as a lightning wave of pulses throb between your jittery legs. you were so close that the taste of your inevitable orgasm was simply sweet.

it’s as sweet as vanilla frosted icing, and the second you started to uncurl your toes, you felt it.

a cute whimper ripples out of your hoarse vocal chords as you remain to cling onto his glasses. nanami subtlety squints up at you with the most cunt-drunken grin before he lies his tongue all the way flat. “mmph,” and with a sloppy squelching slosh, you hear a finger of his loudly ‘pop’ out of your soddened slit. nanami was moving his head back and forth, the fabric of his tie tickling against your skin whilst you’re coming undone. your harmonious-sounding orgasm lasts for a good nine seconds, echoing through the thin walls of his dorm before he sighs. nanami’s starting to see why you preferred this more than his lectures—

“thaaaat’s it,” he smears his sheeny-slick lips against the opening of your pussy. you’re drooling wet, jaw dropped with your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you realized you came on his tongue.

nanami’s tongue completely wiped out any sorts of review that was supposed to be jotted inside your brain. instead – you’re just dumbfounded with cartoony heart eyes forming in your dilated pupils the more you stare at him. you wanted more, you wanted him. nanami gently caresses down your tender pulsating entrance before giving it a soft pat. it’s a pat that then turns into a sloppy ‘mwah’ with his lips, and it makes your heart race. with droopy eyes, you watch as he runs a hand through his neatly parted hair. unkempt, but still handsome.

“silly girl,” he scoffs to himself with a scolding head shake, and within seconds later he leans in, giving you a chaste kiss. you moan, wrapping your arms around him. nanami grunts, swiping his tongue around the sugary sweet lip gloss that glues against your lips before he slowly spins you around.

“is this part of the lesson too?” you sheepishly hum, still feeling hot ‘n heavy from his lips being on yours just a moment ago. with a tiny gasp, you feel nanami gingerly press up against you, gently grabbing your waist. you ached for more, and you didn’t care about the private session anymore.

“partially,” nanami rasps, and you feel him lean further in, resting his chin against your shoulder. nanami stares at your body and he puts his glasses back on before sighing. with a hand gently pushing you forward – making you arch fully, the blonde grunts. “we forgot the other important part of the lesson though, ‘m afraid.”

with a cutesy shake of your ass against his grey crooked slacks that barely clung onto his hips, you bite the inside of your cheek. you feel something brick hard behind you that doesn’t exactly feel like a book. “a- and what’s that, ‘ken?”

nanami slowly licks the left side of your neck and you moan once he lifts up your leg, bringing his lips up to your ear. “penetration, princess.”

second lesson?

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tonycries · 6 months ago

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WAP!

Synopsis. How was he expected to not lose control the first time he goes in raw?

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, mating press, jealousy (Nanami’s side), improper use of Gojo’s technique, true form! Sukuna, dp, praise, creampíe, spítting, really REALLY needy pússydrunk boys, cúmplay, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.6k (whoops)

A/N. Got a bit carried away but oh well hehehe.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - “A-another?”

Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never sounds unsure, he never lets that deep baritone voice of his break so pathetically at the end of his sentence.

Except for now, that is.

With you folded into such a mean mating press, spreading your shaky legs to flash him that heavenly view. As if that wasn’t enough to have Toji’s head spinning already, you give him a hazy, determined nod, “Another.”

Another. Oh, it’s all he can do to hold back a guttural groan when thumbing apart your puffy folds, eyeing the way you were clenching up at him eagerly.

“Another, huh?” Toji echoes, his free hand coming up to slide back that thin layer of plastic on his swollen cock. Slow. Torturously slow. Hissing at the cool air kissing his aching length, “Then-” He glides his leaky tip across your glossy entrance, smirking at the way you arch into it like such a slut. “-this pretty cunt better actually give me another kid, doll.”

And then Toji’s pushing in - slow, ruthless little pistons of his hips that have you scrambling further and further up the mattress. Veins pulsing against your plushy walls in a feverish thump! thump! thump!

Of course, he wasn’t faring any better.

“O-oh.” Toji throws his head back, brows scrunching at the feeling of your sweet sweet cunt. “So this is- fuck- what ya feel like, hm? Hold on- wait- wanna test something-”

“Ngh! Oh-” you squeal when two thick fingers dip down to toy with your throbbing clit, bucking your hips up in a way that has Toji sinking in deeper. Blinking away the shocked tears behind your lids, “T-Toji– don’t be mean.”

But you doubted he could hear you - fuck, you doubted Toji was even breathing at this point. Because his eyes were widened, jaw dagging open ever-so-slightly to moan, “Fuck- oh my god- ya squeeze me ngh- even tighter without that fucking condom.”

And he’s so fucking awe-struck - and you’re being fucked so dumb - that you don’t even realize it when he’s bottoming out. Still pushing in, trying to squeeze even deeper into your gummy walls.

“F-fuck can’t believe you’ve been holdin’ out.” he spits, sounding so genuinely bewildered, pulling your hips back messily to meet his. Heavy balls smacking you with each rough, depraved thrust inside. “Ohhh m’never letting ya hold out on me again, doll.”

Your nails leave angry, red marks down, down, down his sculpted back. Glassy eyes begging - pleading for any once of mercy for the monster you’ve brought on. “N-never?”

He gives your ravaged clit a light smack! with the pads of his fingers - both a little punishment and a sneaky little way to feel you clamp down on his thick cock in surprise again. Huffing out a low laugh, “Yeahhh you’re not getting off easy. Never.” And, usually, Toji was so suave, so infuriatingly in control - but right now he’s running his mouth as sloppily as his hips. Panting into your open mouth, “Gonna hafta let me f-feel this cute pussy all the fuckin’ time now. Gonna hafta let me breed her.”

And shit it wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.

In a split second, Toji falls back onto his knees, pulling you upright to splay out so prettily on his lap. The change in position pushing him in deeper and deeper and-

“That’s what I hah- like to see-” One hand squishes your cheeks together and forces you to look down at the way your poor pussy was bulging and struggling around Toji’s cock. So so angry and drenched with all your syrupy sweet juices, glistening all the way down to his twitching balls. “Ya look so much oh- shit- better drooling all over me and not some condom, doll.” Toji’s sharp teeth graze your ear, abs rippling underneath your touch as fucks up into you so animalistically. So ferally. Sharp, long jabs of his hips, just dragging your sloppy pussy all over. “N’ even better when she’s ngh- painted white, right?”

The only response you’re stupidly giving him are a handful of teary whimpers, thighs burning with the wet smack of skin on skin.

And the way you’re bucking down pathetically to meet his ruthless cadence, but you don’t even realize that until Toji lets out a strangled groan. “Heh, ya like that?”

“Mhm.” you whine. “L-like it so- much- like feeling you like this- ah-”

He’s pulling you into a messy kiss - if it can even be called that, just a lazy, messy drag of his lips and that scar against your lolling open mouth, “Tha’s my girl. Ya like feeling me raw, hm?” Each word nudges his fat head against your bruised g-spot in a way that has Toji so drunk, so high off you and that pretty cunt. Twiddling a thumb on your sensitive nub. Over and over and over. “Ya like the ohh- fuck- idea of giving me another? Making Megs a big brother?”

“Yes! Fuck yes yes yes I-”

Toji doesn’t hear the rest of your sentence - nor does he really give a shit. Not when your cute cunt is squeezing around him so fucking tight that it was almost hard to ram his cock inside.

Milking the fucking soul out of him as you cum, a broken little ah! ah! ah! leaves your mouth when with a couple, sloppy thrusts Toji can’t help but paint your pussy a sinful white. Thick, hot ropes of his seed that slosh inside your gummy walls - cumming and cumming so much that he feels it drip out your slit.

Meshing together in a lewd combination at the soaked base of his still-rock hard cock, one that makes Toji keen gruffly. Pooling his seed on the pads of his fingers, he bullies them back into your still-stuffed hole, “So…are we sure it took?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Right here right now

Everyone knows Nanami Kento as a patient man - a sensible one. The one person at the office they could trust with anything and everything.

Only you knew Nanami Kento as the type of man to just drag you into the break room in the middle of the work day, spitting out a barely-there excuse about “a meeting” to the rest of your confused coworkers. When in reality he was shoving you near the nearest flat surface and bunching your cute skirt up at your hips.

“Ken- what-” you sputter in a daze, blinking up at the panting man above you. “What happened?”

The only answer you’re getting is the clink-clink-clink of Nanami’s belt unbuckling, stray strands of blond sticking to his furrowed forehead as he takes in your slutty position.

Scoffing, “Can you at least tell me what-”

Your words die in your throat at the feeling of something so warm and rock-hard making a mess of you down below. And - sure enough - you’re met with the sight of Nanami’s fingers nudging apart your flimsy panties - just enough for his fat head to kiss against your puffy folds. Sending a fresh wave of your slick coating his hand once more.

“Don’t have a condom.” he speaks to you properly for the first time since coming in here, gruff and strained against your ear. “Guess we’ll hafta make do, darling.”

Fuck, you’ve never gone without a condom with your boyfriend before - but now that you’ve felt the sensation of his deep slit rubbing against your hole, the dip of his veins tracing against your walls, well, shit you think you might just be addicted.

Nanami isn’t too far behind - because he lets out a deep groan. “O-oh. Fuck, remind me to do this more often.” Chest heaving as he pulls out ever-so-slightly, only to run a fist down his length, smearing your syrupy sweet juices in a glossy sheen along his cock. “Who said you can feel this haah- fucking good, my love? This all f’me?”

It’s only with this that you’re realizing that he still hasn’t explained yet.

Reaching out a hand to pull on Nanami’s favorite yellow tie, you bring his face mere millimeters from yours. Breathing out, “E-explain or m’walking out.”

You wouldn’t - you knew that. And Nanami did too, but that didn’t stop that greedy part of himself from stilling inside your puffy folds, having you struggling and clenching with the effort to take in his girth.

“Jus’ wanted to hah- feel you. To really feel you.” he’s nosing up your racing pulse. Strong hands pushing your legs so far apart on the table that it burned. “To actually prove to this cute pussy that she’s mine. S’that s-so wrong?” He’s fucking you like he wants to prove a point - in long, purposeful strokes that roam for your g-spot. Gritting out, “Especially when you’re so warm. So heavenly. N’ some people here can’t take a hint.”

Ah, so that’s what it was all about - that new intern at the office who seemed particularly attached to you lately. Enough so that it had Nanami acting like this - not that you were complaining, obviously.

No sooner is the realization hitting you that Nanami’s smashing into your sensitive spot. Hard.

A large hand hastily covers your mouth as soon as it sags open. Only growing more and more desperate when Nanami starts up a quick tempo. Hitting it over and over and over- “Shhh shhh, darling.” he groans, fucking you deeper and deeper into the table. “I know it’s good. Ngh- oh my god you feel fucking perfect- But we wouldn’t want ‘em to hear, right? Though-” And then he’s flashing such an uncharacteristically smug smile, gaze just devouring you through his long lashes. “-wouldn’t mind ‘em knowing that you’re mine.”

And it seems like he was torn between forming coherent thoughts and just rambling about how sinfully good you felt.

“K-Ken-”

But Nanami wasn’t done - far from it, in fact. He was running his mouth, words slurring and stumbling with each jolt of his hips forward.

“Shh, let me do all the work, darling.” Drawing gentle, purposeful circles on your clit, “Jus’ sit there n’- hngh- let me feel this pussy some more. Let her soak me some more. Been waitin’ for this too long- oh- They’d never know, right?”

It’s all you can do to nod, barely-lucidly, “N-never. Only you, Ken.”

And now, unfortunately for you and your poor cunt, it just seemed like Nanami was pussydrunk off the feeling of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. No longer just proving a point - no, oh, he was lost in the way you were so soft. So messy - forming a cute pool of slick on the table below, on his heavy balls.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Fuck him. Fuck them all.”

You flinch as he catches your lips to spit out heated little profanities into your open mouth, biting and tugging filthily on yours. Almost babbling at this point, “They’ll n-never know how ngh fucking heavenly this cunt feels. How perfect you’re wrapped around me.”

Both the obscene squelches from below and your broken little whimpers were reaching a feverish height, coupled with Nanami’s rumbling groans. And it’s only when you let out a particularly loud whine of “Ken–” that makes him grow even girthier inside you.

Stretching you out so good, he lets out a warning whisper. Low and dangerous, “Careful.” Sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine - all the way to your ravaged cunt, “I hear he’s got a meeting here soon.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - The cocky one

“Hah, such a cocky smile, gorgeous.” Geto shakes his head down at where you were on all fours for him. Arched like such a slut against his angry tip, throbbing and glistening between your legs. “You sure you’re oh-”

Whatever mean little retort - and that smirk - is wiped clean off of Geto’s pretty lips when you fuck yourself back onto his rock-hard cock. Gritting your teeth at the sheer stretch when your sloppy hole finds his red, leaky tip, determinedly stuttering him down, down, down until your ass was pressed up against those tufts of black at his toned pelvis.

“W-whoops.” you sigh when your skin smacks against his abs, tone saccharine sweet. “What were you hah- saying, dear?”

Geto lets out a strangled groan, head tipping back, fingers blindly finding your hips to keep them from fidgeting. Fuck, you were so heavenly - so addictive. He could feel himself rubbing up against every ridge and dip of your tight pussy.

“You little bitch.” he sighs, heavy eyes locked on where the two of you were connected. Your pussy lips bulging so sinfully around him, making him grow even larger. Longer - hitting spots you never knew existed. “Now that’s just ngh- playing unfair.”

Unfair? Oh, you could teach him about ‘unfair’. Unfair was when he’s jutting his hips forward in slow, shallow strokes just to fit inside - no rhythm or rhyme, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Unfair was when he strikes your ass with a sharp smack! grinning at the way the flesh jiggles against his palm.

Unfair is when he leans down to murmur thickly, the change in angle having him barrelling deeper inside your snug cunt. “Isn’t it?”

“N-no.” your lower lip wobbles.

“N-n-no.” Geto grins, “Stuttering too? That’s crazy, what happened to my smug girl from- hah- before- oh fuck-”

But oh for all how cocky Geto was acting, he was so weak against the way your gummy walls clench down so fucking tight around him - on purpose. Stuttering down to milk him like you wanted to draw out something delicious. Like you couldn’t stand being even a hair’s breadth away.

“Haaa…” he lets out a broken shudder, two hands wrapping underneath your inner thighs to just drag your sloppy further down, settling deep - so impossibly deep - into your gut. Distantly, some part of him hoped that you left marks - a cute lil’ ass print against his abs for him to admire later. “Fuck- fine. Fine-”

You whirl your teary eyes over your shoulder - and it was so difficult to look behind you. Because Geto was so unfairly pretty - long, inky hair curtaining his pussydrunk eyes, twirling all the way down to where his delicate blush dusted all over his cheeks, his chest, his rock-hard abs. Involuntarily, you find your sloppy cunt clenching again, rubbing up so deliciously against that prominent vein down the middle of Geto’s length.

That coaxes out another drawn-out groan from your boyfriend, and a traitorous buck of his hips - his fat head hitting right on your g-spot. “I said fine.” he barks out, teeth bared. “Y-you win. Ngh- you win the bet. Fuuuck you win, just let me- ngh just let me fuck this pretty cunt. Now.”

Ah, right. The bet - that single, mindless little comment earlier today about who’d break first if you two went in raw.

And, clearly, there was an obvious winner.

Because Geto isn’t waiting around for your kiss-bitten lips to drop into some taunting remark, hell, he can’t even wait for you to register his words before letting his hips lose control. Ramming into you in quick, jagged thrusts that abuse your hidden sweet spots.

Over and over and-

“Y’feel so soft, gorgeous.” he purrs into your ear, pushing all his all his body weight in an attempt to hold your slutty cunt still. Setting up such a mean pace, “So warm- ngh n’ m’tired of pretending it isn’t driving me crazy.”

You keen when Geto cranes his fingers to deftly roll over your clit, “S-so much for not breaking first.”

“Awww c’mon now.” Geto’s balls smacking against your ass get louder - harsher. “I already s-said you win. Hah-” God, he’s barely in control of himself with the way he catches your lips in a messy clash of a kiss. Hot tongue nudging apart your plump lips to spit a steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Some of it missing and splattering against the corner of your mouth, “N’ you know what m- ngh- buying you as a p-prize?”

Your knees are weakening pathetically now, sliding further and further apart on the silky sheets with each harsh slam of his cock - only to be pulled back up by an impatient Geto.

“Do you?” he hisses, pistoning his hips so hard now that your knees were hovering midair - held up by a frenzied Geto. Who plows on deliriously, “Gonna buy ya- nghh fuck- the pill. So many- cuz you’re gonna fuckin’ need it-”

And need it you did.

Because it only takes a few more seconds of this maddening song and dance before Geto’s cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t - wouldn’t want to - stop.

Pumping thick, hot rope after rope of his seed until your high was crashing into his. Until his cock was so raw and twitching sensitively. Until his balls were squeezing so painfully, tears stinging behind his eyelids with each ram into your fluttering pussy.

“Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Overheat

Oh this was a dream - or heaven. Maybe both. Because here was Choso sprawled out so prettily on his damp navy sheets, dark hair untied, half-lidded eyes gazing up at a sly angel - you - straddling his toned hips.

Pussy lips swollen and drooling down where you were positioning his fat, leaky head right at where just a simple nudge of Choso’s squirming hips would have you split apart on his swollen cock - raw.

“Cho~” your heady voice breaks through his stunned reverie, “You alright, baby?”

“Y-yes.” his words catch in his heaving chest. And Choso’s so embarrassed - still so stuck on the heavenly view below - that he’s barely even registering the hand of his that makes its way down to rest on your steady waist. “Just that-”

And then Choso’s giving an impatient tug on the fat of your hips, inching you so agonizingly close to his needy, red tip. So close he could practically feel you already - he could imagine how soft and warm you were bound to be.

You huff out a low chuckle, “Awww poor baby.” Grinning at the way your boyfriend takes one of tits into his mouth to muffle his embarrassed whine. He alternates between sucking and rolling his tongue over your sensitive nipples, “Is this what you- hah- want?”

And the way you sandwich his thick cock between your slit has Choso’s ministrations on your nipple stuttering. Whispering out a muffled little, “Y-yeah…”

“Louder.”

“...”

Tutting, “Or, I could just get a condom since you’re so shy-”

“No!” Choso rasps out wetly, and the sudden outburst seems to startle you both. But especially Choso who only blabbers, pussydrunk and slurring already, “No no no no no- need this-” He claws at your hips, edging you closer and closer to sit on his soaked, twitching cock. Bucking his hips up wildly, the slick coating your dripping cunt making him slide messily across your folds once. Twice. “Need you so bad- wan’ feel you wanna feel this pretty pussy- ngh- please. Fuck!”

Both of you let out a synchronous moan when he finally manages to sink his fat head inside your sloppy entrance. So thick, stretching you open so well despite not even being halfway in.

“F-fuck.” Choso’s hazy eyes widen, and he immediately flattens his feet on the bed before pulling back. Only for his poor, oversensitive balls to squeeze so painfully- before covering your dripping cunt in rope after rope of his seed. Your pussy too heavenly, his sanity too gone. “Sh-shit m’sorry m’sorry- ngh.”

Your eyes widen, “Ch-Cho did you-”

But he doesn’t let you finish - was probably too embarrassed to before stuffing your gaping, needy hole with his thick cock again. And again. And again and again trying to relieve that first time. “Oh, is this okay? Is this r-really okay?”

You don’t even know what he’s asking about - not when Choso’s sliding you deeper and deeper down his cock. Sculpted body bowing into yours when he starts bouncing you up and down like his favorite sextoy - reveling in the lewd squelches below and those pretty moans leaving your lips.

“S’your fault, y’know?” he pants, ragged. Hips fucking up uncontrollably, drunk off the feeling. “Y-your ohhh fuck- your pussy feels too good, baby. N’ she’s s-so soft. So warm with my cum.”

And it was so sloppy, your boyfriend was never one to shy away from making a mess out of you both but this. Oh, you were losing your fucking mind with his harsh pace, letting that lewd combination of his cum and your slick glisten all over his abs, your thighs, your filthy cunt. All the way down to where his heavy balls were sure to leave marks for tomorrow - right alongside his pelvis against your thighs, fingers on your hips.

“Y-you’re so-” you lean over to dig your nails into Choso’s pecs, and he takes the opportunity to bite and tease your poor nipples once more. “-filthy, Cho.”

He swallows, and fuck you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier. Adam’s apple bobbing, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed and miles away. “It’s this hah- p-pretty pussy, baby. R-raw? Seriously? She’s driving me insane.”

At that last, broken word of his sentence, Choso throws his head back as if merely remembering that there was no little plastic separating his throbbing cock from your gummy cunt was enough to make him go crazy.

Hips pistoning up faster, molding your cunt to his shape. Bruising your g-spot with each thrust - and your cervix, too, just as a little stray reminder that you’re his from the inside out. Gasping out, “Just look at her.”

When you snap your head down, he’s already spreading apart your puffy folds with two fingers, giving you the perfect view of that creamy sheen, Choso’s reckless, maddening hips, the way your cunt was bulging and soaking his painfully hard cock.

Only getting sloppier. Harder. Drunk with each thrust.

“She’s so pretty.” he grits out, “So heavenly. Might just b-be my new hah- obsession.” Just babbling nonsense in strained, jagged words that come out after each brush of his fat tip against your g-spot. So hard that you were stumbling precariously on top of his wild hips. “Yeah- new obsession. My heavenly obsession” he eyes down your quivering thighs, those breathy moans that told him you were close.“N’ I wonder how much more heavenly you’d be if I cum inside?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Take both, dammit.

“B-both?”

The only response you get are Sukuna’s fingers tightening around your throat, sharp nails dragging dangerously over your racing pulse. Pulling your dazed face closed to gift you with a low, cocky hum, “Both.”

And then you can’t breathe - not because of the large hand taking its place around your neck, no, but because Sukuna was suddenly nudging his weeping, fat tips against your sloppy entrance. Lips curling up into a devilish grin at how you were quivering in- fear? Anticipation?

Either way it had you keening tearily, “Kuna it won’t- fit!”

“Hmm,” Sukuna purses his lips in mock-thought, free hand dipping down to roll his index against your clit. “Let’s ask her why don’t we?” Any and every noise of surprise you manage to yelp out are overshadowed by the most obscene squelches you’ve ever heard in your life. Like Sukuna was well and fully intent on proving his point by circling his thumb around your sloppy hole until you gave up. And he was. “She says she’s just dying to take it. What’s your excuse, brat?”

Truly, it was the first time you’ve tried taking both your boyfriend’s massive cocks - and just one of them required specially made condoms and such extensive teasing and toying to stretch you out enough.

So one thing was sure - you weren’t making it out alive.

You’re startled out of your reverie by a dark chuckle from above - shit, did you say that out loud? “Well, only one way to find out.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - both at once. Fat heads bumping into each other as Sukuna grinds against your snug pussy in shallow, short rolls of his hips.

“Tch.” he clicks his tongue when your feeble ring of resistance struggles to take him. A warm hand of his comes down to soothe over your head slowly, gently - uncharacteristically so. Whispering, “Shhhh, shhh breathe. You got this. You can take it- hah- you always do, right?” Hips getting just a bit more forceful. A bit more calculated. “You can-” Before that sweet hand on your hair tightens to push you down, hard. “-take it.”

Oh, you should’ve known - should’ve gotten an inkling that the king of curses always gets what he wants. Always.

“Oh my god- oh my god, Kuna! S’so deep-”

A startled smile spreads over Sukuna’s face, eyes widening in surprise. “Ohh, shit. Shit, brat.” He angles his head just right to spy down - just to make sure. “If I knew you felt ngh- th-this good, I’d have done it sooner Much, much sooner.”

But fuck for how cocky he was acting right now, Sukuna was in fucking heaven.

Dipping his head down to hide the blush dusting his cheeks, and that euphoric glint in his eyes, Sukuna starts moving in hurried, methodical little thrusts to squeeze even deeper inside.

“Hngh- it’s- ah- can feel you rubbing up inside me, Kuna.” you whine into his ears, hips bucking up wildly.

“Yeah?” he breathes, but it comes out more wobbly than he intended. Biting his lower lip to keep those loud fucking moans slipping out from the feeling of rubbing against himself and your raw gummy walls and himself. “Y-ya like this? What happened to ‘o-oh s’too big, Kuna’?”

You manage to get out a weak, “F-fuck you.”

“No, brat. I’m fucking you.” Sukuna growls, ramming into you faster. Sloppier. Heavy sets of tight balls stinging your skin, “Both of me.”

God, the stretch was so much, like he was pushing into your lungs. And that thundering thump! thump! thump! of matching sets of veins against your dripping cunt was so sinful that you let his little comment slide. Driving you to insanity.

Instead, your teeth grazes Sukuna’s earlobe to give a soft tug, making him turn his head and look right at your fucked-out face.

His hot breath fans your face, “What, brat? Can’t talk? Or is it that you want-” He catches your ravaged clit between two fingers again, rolling languidly. “-her to talk?”

And God, if it was double the stretch on your too-tight cunt, then Sukuna was determined to make sure it was double the pleasure for you.

His fingers just so frenzied on your clit, rubbing tight, messy patterns - not even circles anymore because fuck Sukuna was too impatient, too depraved for that right now. Swollen cocks sliding in and out with reckless abandon, getting easier and easier with each glossy sheen of your sweet sweet juices all over them. Massaging all those sensitive spots he’s mapped out so well to hit his end goal - your poor, ravaged g-spot. Hitting it over and over and over and-

“Kuna!” you scramble for the sheets, the headrest, his shoulders - just anything to keep whatever’s left of your sanity. Sobbing out, “I-I’m close- ngh ah! I’m so close.”

“Close, hah?” you hear from above you, the last thing before the smacking of skin-on-skin becomes almost deafening. Coupled with Sukuna’s strained groans, now unable to hold them back with each time he’s kissing your cervix - your g-spot. “Then cum. Cum all over my cocks, brat.”

Hips stuttering as they get harsher with purpose. Violent, even - having to rest a hand on top of your head to keep your body from being jolted too far up the bed.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. You’re screaming out Sukuna’s name, body bowing into his vice-like grip. Dripping cunt trying desperately to milk him so tight.

It was too much.

Your poor pussy was overfilled to the brim with each and every spurt of Sukuna’s hot cum, thick, white globs that dribble down your thighs. Filling you up so much you think you could explode and- “Aww look at you.” Sukuna coos, thumbing apart your pussy lips to watch her soak in his never ending cum. “Wonder if she can take another load?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Experiment…

The great Gojo Satoru is many things - powerful, complex, a pain-in-the-ass to most - but being hesitant to experiment is decidedly not one of these things.

Which is what found you splayed out underneath him, brows furrowed, legs trembling while he drags his weeping tip up and down your puffy folds. Just dipping between your lips, pooling your sweet sweet juices on his head - up and down up and down up and-

“Toru.” your deadpan voice cuts through his fun, hips arching off the bed impatiently. “S’not gonna work.”

Gojo sticks his tongue out with all the maturity he could muster up, “It will, sweetheart, just watch.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Will-” you cut yourself off in frustration, “You’re just all talk-”

Whatever insult on the tip of your tongue - along with all the air in your lungs - is knocked out by Gojo finally pushing in. Finally stretching out your sloppy hole on his thick mushroom tip, all stuttering and clenching in an effort to accommodate him.

He groans, cheeks flushing because fuck maybe this’ll be harder than he thought. “S’gonna work- if I can concen- ohh fuck don’t squeeze me that way- if I can get limitless to- no more late-night convenience store runs.”

But oh right now the only thing on Gojo’s mind was that maybe you two were better off with walking the two blocks down to buy condoms - because he could feel his limitless slowly thinning out with each inch he sinks into your snug cunt. Slowly waning - much like his fucking sanity.

“Toru!” you squeal when it’s like something snaps. That little glow in your boyfriend’s eyes dims as his entire body stiffens, breath hitching in his throat, and his cock- oh his aching, rock-hard cock - so warm and just throbbing so rapidly against your walls in a beat that matches your own. You could feel him all the way in your stomach. “D-did it work?”

Something is whispered into the crook of your neck - and you’re craning your head closer to understand. “What?”

There it is again.

This time, however, you pull Gojo from his safe haven, tugging admonishingly on those soft, white locks. All the while murmuring, “Use your- oh.”

Oh.

Fuck.

Gojo’s eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown. So utterly wrecked when his aching cock grows even larger inside you, stretching you to your limits. Such a delicate pink blush decorating his cheeks, dusting over those plump, parted lips, ones which wobble and gape open noiselessly a few times before he manages out, “D-didn’t work.”

And fuck then it was like a dam had broken.

Because Gojo’s previously stalled hips were moving now - grinding forward slowly, deliciously. Only growing girthier - so unfairly so - with each movement.

Two large hands coming up to paw and knead your ass to keep you still while he begins fucking you into the mattress.

Letting out whiny, bewildered moans - as if Gojo himself couldn’t believe what was happening - “Didn’t work.” He repeats, like a mantra. “Didn’t work didn’t work didn’t- didn’t work- hah- n’ I don’t regret it one bit.”

“H-hah?” you whimper, “So you’re-”

“Yes.” Gojo interjects, and if you were in any better state of mind you’d have told him off for interrupting you. But oh how could you when he was reeling his hips back, back, back, just kissing your sloppy entrance with his leaky tip - before splitting you apart all over again. “Yes yes yes- oh yes. M’feeling you- all of you. Why the fuck didn’t you t-tell me you were so ngh-” Long fingers graze over your pulsing clit, making him all but scream in pleasure when you clamp down. Hard. “-heavenly!”

Fuck you weren’t making it out alive - and he wasn’t either.

And he sounded so genuinely upset - how were you this warm? This dripping wet all around him? Hell, Gojo thinks he’s soaked all the way down to his heavy balls already.

“Soaked?” your eyes widen when Gojo gives you a shocked laugh - fuck, has he finally lost whatever sanity he had left?

“Mhm.” he nods, a familiar glint of madness in those summer blue eyes. Breathy, pussydrunk little ministration matching his words, “Soaked. Absolutely fucking hah- soaked. Me. Me me me- s’me-” Gojo spits into his open palm, once. Twice. Before smearing the mess down his length, making it easier for him to slide in and out of your needy cunt, “-not some stupid little piece of plastic. Oh, m’never buying those again-”

He was fucking you so needy.

Just ramming his cock into you as he pleased, hitting all your most sensitive spots - your cervix, your g-spot, tugging at your clit. Having the bed frame and you making such loud noises every time his thick tip was gliding across your gummy walls, matching with the tempo of his fingers.

“It feel so- good, Toru.” you whine. Hips stuttering forwards, making the most lewd of squelches as you try to meet Gojo’s fast, utterly wild pace. “Fuck fuck fuck- oh.”

“Yeah? My baby likes ngh- taking me in r-raw.” you smile when you catch the way Gojo’s face flushes as his voice cracks on that last word - like he still couldn’t believe it himself.

Though, he didn’t like that quite as much as you.

“Huh? Laughing at me? M’gonna ngh- you lil’ minx. M’gonna give you something to laugh about.” Each word punctuated by a mean thrust, and if you were in any better state of mind, you’d have caught the way Gojo’s eyes glowed ever-so-slightly. Tiny pricks of purple lightning dancing across his bare skin, “Because practice makes perfect, right, sweetheart?”

A/N. I’m ngl Gojo’s one was just me wondering how far limitless really went sooo there ya go.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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toji-bunny-girl · 4 months ago

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Toji with a puppy girl👀

Nah cuz puppy!reader…x wolf!toji‼️⁉️ GOODBYE YALL🫡

Alright imagine wolf cop!Toji and puppy!reader who accidentally got caught speeding and acting all fidgety and nervous when he made her roll her window down. Wolf cop!Toji’s leaning against your car door, merely asking for your driver’s license and you’re already shaking in your seat.

The first thing you did was trying to explain why you were speeding just a little, to buy some heat suppressants and Toji could see that you weren’t lying about that. Puppy girl is all sweaty, your eyes are droopy with indecipherable lust and your aromal pheromones were begging him to breed you. He is a servant of the law, supposedly having to be professional on his job, but fuck did he want to help you with your heat.

He doesn’t know the extent of his self-control and he has no interest in testing it today—so he promptly sends puppy off with a warning, he’d better not catch you speeding again.

The next time he saw puppy was a few seasons later—when he was passing by an alley on the way home from dinner with the chief. There was a little yelp of desperation, and what seemed to be someone calling for help. He could smell the scent fraught and despair, along with a familiar whiff of feminine pheromones.

Stalking into the tenebrous alleyway, he found you cowering all scared over the corner, ears back and tail between your legs as a hooded male prowled closer to you.

Without much thinking, Toji hauled the male away from you, smashing his frame against the wall before locking his hands behind his back.

The man tried to fight back but it was all simply in futile. He could try all he want but Toji would still have him subjugated under his strength. Ripping the hoodie off of him, and as his features were described; it was the serial rapist around your area.

“Oi!” he called for your attention, sobbing as you shut your thighs tight together. “Get my phone outta my pocket.”

You did as you’re told, dialling the number he chanted aloud and soon the cops were there to bring the male under custody.

“Thank you for saving me, sir,” you spoke to the intimidatingly huge wolf. And Toji returned with a terse ‘welcome’, noting the crimson blush you wore underneath your cheeks and your strong intoxicating scent; it made his head heavy and the world seemed to whirled in his sight.

“Yer’ alright?” his voice was comfortingly deep, the grizzly pitch scratching the nerves in your ears. You’re practically sweating, and acting like how you were the first time he saw you. “Why are you out here alone this late?”

“I was going to get some heat suppressants and my car was getting fixed. So I had to walk…” you embarrassingly cried. Fuck, he swore in his head, not again. The officers were busy with the rapist bastard and letting you continue your walk alone seemed unsafe. So, he’d better send you back as quickly as possible and get on his merry way home.

Or so he thought.

“Please, please, please…!” you tearily whined, rubbing yourself against his knee, nose buried deep in his neck, breathing in his manly essence. Toji was beating back a groan, your scent punching his nostrils and messing up his heartbeat. He was supposed to drive you home, and somehow you’re straddled on top of him just as he has reached your home.

“Hey—”

“It hurts s’much, sir!” you’ve balled his shirt into your fist, staring at him with those wet puppy eyes. It’s your hormones against his instincts, and he has to put himself under control no matter what. “The toys are no use, I can’t do it anymore!”

“Where’s ya suppressant?” Toji sighed as he rummaged through your bag, his thigh began to dampen and the bulge in his pants pumped against the restraints of his brief as it grew in size. You didn’t manage to buy it, did you?

“Please, save me,” your voice broke as you cried, desperation oozing out of your eyes along with your tears. He could feel your pulse through his pants and your drenched panty, and fuck were you pushing him towards the edge of his limits. “It’s just this once, please…!”

Your words were the breaking point that wrenched the very last of his self-control out of his wavering self. But rules are still rules, and he worked quickly to call his partner, instructing him to help log out of his shift system for him. You were practically all over him when the phone call ended, your little teeth nipping and licking over his saliva-coated neck.

“Bad girl,” Toji clicked his tongue, his voice was low, almost predatory with a growl. You let out a yelp when he grabbed your face, forcing your head to the side as to expose the supple skin of your neck. It wasn’t fair for you to mark him without expecting him to imprint on you. Especially when you’d let out your adorable gasps as he sunk his sharp teeth into your flesh, your skin threatening to break and blood ready to flow under the subjugation of his canines.

He would only learn more of the sound you’d make when he pressed a finger against your pulsing clit through your embarrassingly wet panty, teasing and rolling your bud until your body shook and voice begged him to touch you more.

You were all he could smell and hear, his mind and body nearly drunk off of your pheromones that bubbled into the sizzling hot air. And it took the rest of a pathetic amount of restrain left in him not to eat you whole. He would have to compromise on the honey that seemed to coat your skin, sucking and biting the sweetness off of you.

Your gasps turned to whines when he stuffed a finger into your heat, a single digit of his large enough to please your squeezing cunt. But he expected you to take more than that, stretching out your slick-dripped pussy with two of his thick fingers. Your cavern squelched as he slipped them in and out of you, your head growing heavy and your eyesight turning hazy.

“Feel so—nnh, good…!” you slurred through the pleasure that shook your nerves. Your movements did nothing but agitated the bulge in his trousers, and Toji hated being edged of all things. So he had your wrists bounded by his cuffs, your arms raised above his head and your motions then restricted to your hips as you buckled them from the tingles in your core.

Toji smirked through one of the bite he was marking on your chest when he pumped his digits in and out of your sloppy cunt faster, his thumb reaching your clit and stimulating both of them at the same time. You burst into heightened cries as you felt your orgasm coming close, your hips rolling with his thick fingers as they curled over the gummy part of your wall, your eyes rolling to the back of head as pressure started building in your core.

“Mmnh—I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!” you repeated into a chant, your features twisting to his enjoyment as he watched you come undone from his mere fingers.

From the look of it, Toji knew you haven’t had enough. You were at the height of your heat, any coherence long melted into your innate desires to mate, for hours at least. You tried to free yourself from the cuff he’d locked you in, your eyes raking over his body down to the pumping size in his pants, a spot of pre-cum damp from your doings.

“Please, sir…” you whined through your adorable doe eyes, your craving for his cock to fill your cunt catching up to your limit. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Toji smirked, nipping the end of your sensitive ear, causing you to shudder from his touch. He loved the fact that he doesn’t have to ask for you to beg for him, his animalistic ego stroked by your adorable neediness.

Your eyes nearly popped out when you watched him unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to release his fat cock, veiny and pulsing and ready to pump you full. You were almost too eager to fit him inside of you, your hips sinking down a little too quickly. But Toji was quicker to grab you before you hurt yourself. You were already well prepared, your body releasing all the hormones necessary but still, you were built a little too small for him.

“Someone’s impatient,” Toji chuckled as you wriggled in his hold. Just as he thought, your lips paused open when he slowly sank you halfway down his length, his thick cock pushing against the wall of your tummy, a little bump from the shape of his bulging from the inside of your stomach.

The both of you swore underneath your breaths, and you threw your head back when Toji started shifting into your hips. You were so damn tight and warm and wet that his carnal need to breed hit him like a fucking truck.

His jaw clenched as he forced his whole length into your pulsing hole, your eyebrows furrowed and teeth sunk into your bottom lip from how full you felt. Your breaths left your mouth as dragged moans when Toji began to draw his hips out and into your weeping cunt, slow but deep.

His thumb drew circles upon your hardened clit once again, attempting to ease your clenching hole but it did nothing but tightened your grip around his girth. “You gotta relax, pup,” he groaned into the sultry air, and you cried as you shook your head.

“M’ can’t! Please!” you mewled, rolling your hips for the least bit of friction, itching to ease the tingle between your thighs.

“Fuck,” Toji growled as tears of frustration began forming in your eyes. You weren’t the only one starved for sex, he’s been holding on for so long just not to hurt you. But you’re an eager one, can’t even wait for his cock to start moving and you’re sniffling your tears aback. “You better not regret this,” he clicked his tongue before drawing his hips back, slamming them up into your weeping cunt.

The car shook from the force and a scream lodge itself in your throat, your pussy ached with his cock dragging against your walls, and a pulsing warmth began to swarm all over your belly. “Haah—it’s s’good!” you mumbled unsteadily, your back arching into him and eyes turning crossed.

“I need you to be, shit—clearer, sweet.”

“Your cock f-feel s’good, sir!” you could feel the way Toji twitched inside of you, his pace relentless and rough. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the crack of the pressure in your core, and your released gushed all over his lap and car seat, the scent of your essence making his head heavy.

He doesn’t stop even when your lips spewed nothing but rambles, your drool slipping down your chin and onto your marked chest. Instead, he began to fuck himself into you, harder and faster. Your thighs shook for the way his cock spurred up your insides, it was as if he was trying to bring you apart then and there.

Toji bellowed out a low growl as his nails sank into the flesh on your hips, using your body like a fleshlight and messing up your sore cunt. Your slick cavern hugged his cock tight as he twitched, the nerves on his tip dancing upon the fire of pleasure before you feel a rope of his velvety semen paint your insides white, a wave of orgasm crushing down over you soon after.

You’re too drunk and dumb off his cock to stop him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue idly lolling out. Toji had spent too much of his time enveloped in your mating pheromones, his hormones raging all over his body, twisting the levels until he was down to nothing but a hulking body of a male intending to impregnate.

Unbeknownst to you, it would take days for a wolf’s rut to wear off.

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joelsgoldrush · 5 months ago

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“give me all of that ultraviolence” | 2k

logan howlett x f!reader

SUMMARY: You give Logan head for the first time.

WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni - smut 18+ implied age gap. dirty talk. kind of inexperienced reader. oral sex (m receiving). face fucking. dom!logan. a tiny bit of degradation. he guides you through the whole experience (shocking!!! i know)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: HI PALS!!! yes i'm alive and kicking. yes university is killing me. so recently i’ve been OBSESSED with this man and i needed to write something for him. english is not my first language and i may have made some mistakes (if you encounter any you can tell me, i won't mind it). comments/likes/reblogs would be highly appreciated. i've got sooooo many ideas to write and i'm finally getting my hands on them. i missed you all so fucking much. hope you enjoy this!!!

It’s common knowledge that all humans have needs. Try as you may, there’s a primitive side that you can’t spare yourself from. You, as everybody else, have urges.

“Logan,” you basically mewl his name, five letters that roll off your tongue with little effort. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge you, his kisses growing harsher on the delicate skin of your neck. Threading your fingers through his hair, you decide to try again, speaking a bit louder this time. “Logan, please.”

“What is it, honey?” he says, bitten lips still pressed to your pulse point. As you remain silent, he looks up at you, those big, brown eyes that you love so dearly almost completely dark now. “Do you want to call it a day?”

His question catches you off-guard. You cup his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, suddenly afraid that he might pull away from you. “No! Not at all. That’s- that’s not what I want at all, actually.”

“What do you want, then? You can tell me,” he kisses you on the lips, softly at first. What starts as nothing more than a sweet kiss turns into a needier one, his hard on poking you through your shorts. “Come on. Tell me, baby. What does my sweet girl want?”

“I want to suck you off, Logan,” you whisper as you latch your mouth onto his, and you can feel how he visibly tenses beneath you. His breath hitches in his throat when you grind your hips. “I really need it.”

From the very beginning of your relationship, you had made things crystal clear: you didn’t have much experience on this territory. For a man his age, he was totally understanding. He knew you had your own times, that for him to take you to bed would take longer. Truth be told, Logan was willing to go to the ends of the world for you. There was no use in forcing anything.

At present, the bulge amid his legs becomes even more noticeable as you get off his lap, playing with his belt. “Can I?” you ask him, amazed at how straightforward you’re being.

Logan stares at you, so far panting, lust glowing in his eyes. “Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters as he helps you undress him. His worn out jeans end up pooling around his ankles, and you locate yourself in between his legs.

You’re on your knees, hands folded in front of you. Suddenly, it hits you, the shame of it all. How badly you want him, how desperate you are to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. How many nights you’ve dreamt of this moment, unable to stop that unbearable need of touching yourself every time you thought about pleasuring him.

That’s what you truly want. For him to use you.

“What’s wrong, princess? We’ve talked about this a lot of times. You know what to do,” you can’t help but stare at his crotch as you listen to him, and then he raises your chin with his finger, your lips parting unconsciously. You blink slowly at him, eyelashes fluttering together. At last, he seems to understand what you’re trying to tell him, and he raises his eyebrows, that cocky grin of his taking place where it belongs. “You want me to guide you, don’t you? Want me to tell you what to do? Know you like it when I go a bit off the rails.”

You moan at his words, squeezing your eyes shut and nuzzling your cheek up against his palm. Slick gathers in your panties as you push your thighs together. “Please. Tell me what to do.”

“Take it out,” he instructs you, and you do as you’re told. Grabbing him by the base, you pull his cock out of his briefs. He twitches in your hand, and he’s so, so incredibly big.

You stroke him once, testing the feeling. This you know how to do. You’ve given him hand jobs millions of times, although this one feels particularly different from the others.

He takes hold of your fist, applying a bit of pressure. “I’m sorry, baby. I think you got it all wrong. I’m the one who makes the calls here, okay?” he grunts, his brows knitted, and you only nod, salivating at the sight of his cock already leaking precum at the tip. Logan licks his lips, curling his hand around yours. “You do as I say. Now, stroke me. Nice. And. Slow,” he punctuates each of his words by moving both your hand and his in unison around his length. “That’s it, darling. You just need someone to boss you around from time to time, ain’t I right?”

One thing to know about Logan: he’s so full of himself on a daily basis, but he just gets worse in bed.

“My mouth,” you hover your lips over the head of his cock, all shiny and soft. He has let you go, both of his arms now flexed behind his head, as if he were appreciating how pathetic you must look on your knees, begging for him to allow you to taste him. “Let me.”

“Not yet,” his hips follow your tormenting pace, seeking the warmth that your skin radiates. He grits his teeth, biting his lower lip. You’ve no idea how a man so strong can become putty in your hands like this. “Greedy girl. I’m beginning to think you’ve set me up. Only a slut would get so worked up about having a cock in her mouth. What happened to my innocent girl? Gone with the wind, huh?”

“Please, Lo. I need it so bad,” you are whining, peppering his thighs with kisses. You inhale his musky scent, getting dizzy. “Give it to me. I’ll be good.”

Out of nowhere, Logan grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to arch your back. He scrutinizes your face, studying your blissed out demeanor. “I don’t doubt that. I’m sure you’ll be good. Otherwise, we’ll keep on trying. We have all night, and you have a good memory, just need to put it to use,” as he taps your lower lip with his tip, you catch him smirking. He repeats that same motion until he has you shivering from the excitement of being stuffed. ”Show me how much you need it. Go easy on it at first, okay? Don’t want you choking beforehand.”

You’re more than happy to comply.

Your tongue darts out to lick at his head, enveloping it between your lips. The salty taste of his precum invades your tastebuds, and you moan as you trace the veins of his cock with the pad of your thumb. “Tastes so good, Lo,” your voice sounds distant, almost unrecognizable to your own ears.

“I know, bub. Such a nice fucking mouth, can’t believe you’ve never done this before. I guess you’re a natural,” shaky fingers place a strand of hair behind your ears, patting your head as if you were a dog in heat. “Do you feel like bobbing your head a little?” he asks you, and you prepare yourself, attaching your mouth to his head once again. “Good. That’s good.”

With that being said, Logan fists your hair once again and shoves your face down, his hard cock tickling your throat. Your whines and his rapid breaths are the only sounds to be heard in your bedroom. He grins as he takes in the sight of you. “Oh, sweetheart. You look so beautiful with your mouth stretched around me,” his index finger taps your cheek and he feels the outline of his own cock. “You know I can smell you, right? You’re fucking soaked, baby. Think you’ll leave a stain on the carpet? You’d clean it off with your tongue, wouldn’t you?”

You have no idea how he’s coming up with these things, but you’re far from annoyed. In fact, you’ve never been this wet. Your underwear must be ruined at this point, and you wish Logan would tell you to touch yourself.

After some minutes of bobbing your head up and down, he pulls you off his cock and you breathe through your mouth for the first time in a while. As you gasp for air, Logan kisses you, tasting himself. He massages the back of your neck, his cock throbbing between the two of you. “You tired?”

Your glossy eyes widen. Shaking your head, you go for his balls this time, sucking one of them while toying with the other. Logan buries his hands in your hair for what must be the hundredth time in the night, unable to stop himself. “F-fuck, that’s it. A pretty girl like you just gets what she needs,” he praises you, and you return to his length, taking as many inches as you can without hurting yourself. Tears shimmer in your eyes, yet you can’t bring yourself to care about that detail. You’re far too focused on Logan’s grunts and growls. “Keep that up and I’ll come. You heard me? You’re gonna make me fucking come, bub.”

His words ignite a fire inside you. You use your hands, your mouth, everything that you have to pleasure him. He’s getting closer and closer, thighs shaking when you pay special attention to his tip. Logan responds to each of your movements, and as you feel every coherent thought fly out the window, you try to take him all the way down your throat, breathing through your nose and swallowing around him. He cants his hips up, brutally fucking your mouth. Like a dog without a leash, Logan seems to get lost in the warmth that envelopes his cock, chasing his own release. “You’re such a good girl. My good girl. Nobody will fuck this mouth ever again. I’ll ruin you for any pathetic guy that tries to get in your pants. You’re fucking mine, darling. Oh, f-fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”

You’re met with his happy trail once he spills his hot load inside your mouth. He keeps you trapped there, his cock twitching and spamming through the aftershocks of his orgasm. You don’t think twice and swallow what he’s giving you. Some of his cum slips from your lips, falling directly onto the carpet. Even Logan seems surprised when he doesn’t stop coming.

He helps you stand up after a moment, kissing you as soon as he gets the chance. He licks into your mouth, squeezing the flesh of your hips. Logan lifts his eyebrows, relishing how cock-drunk you must look. “I think you nearly killed me. And that’s a lot to say coming from someone who cannot fucking die.”

You plaster a smile on your face, hugging his wide frame. “So, was I okay?”

His jaw goes slack, and he lowers his head to capture your lips in another kiss. “You were fantastic. I could easily get hard again just from thinking about it,” his fingers trace the buttons of your shirt, tugging at the fabric of it. “What if you let me focus on yourself for a while? You’ve already done enough, baby. Let me take care of you,” he rubs his hands on your thighs, reaching for your drenched panties. “Perhaps we could try something else today. That pussy’s begging to be fucked.”

dividers by: @/cafekitsune thank you!!! :)

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beloveds-embrace · 25 days ago

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(more of poly 141 x roommate reader bc i got enabled: surprising them when they return home)

The aroma of roasted garlic and thyme filled the apartment, and along with it your voice as you fluttered about the kitchen while music played from your phone. You placed plates of perfectly golden roast chicken, mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables on the dining table beside bowls of creamy mushroom soup and a fresh salad and freshly baked bread.

You would never regret that cooking course you picked up. Everything just looked so… perfect. And that was without mentioning the apple pie and chocolate cake you’d also made, set aside on cute little cake pedestals you’d recently bought.

You smoothed the fabric of your skirt, picking up your phone to check on the time; they’d arrive home any moment now and you couldn’t wait to see their reactions. You’d been planning this dinner since yesterday, when Kate Laswell had called to let you know your roommates would be home today after months of being away on a mission so you could prepare this surprise for them.

You’d promised to send her and her lovely wife a big, big portion just for helping you like that. You always get worried when they take this long, but Kate tried her best to keep you up to date about them whenever they had to be no-contact with you.

The sound of the front door unlocking made your pulse quicken, and you hurried to the entryway, a bright smile on your face. You’d made sure even the candles you and Gaz like to collect were lit up, bathing the apartment in a soft golden light.

“Surprise!” you called, spreading your arms as they stepped inside, grin wide and proud.

For a moment, they stood frozen, tired eyes sweeping over the sight of you and the glowing apartment and the lovely smell of a big, warm dinner. Price was the first to move, dropping his bag and crossing the room in several long strides. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a firm embrace, and you melted against him right away, breathing in the familiar scent of him- smoke, leather, and something uniquely John.

“Hi!” You chirped again, patting his back.

“You’ve outdone yourself, love.” he murmured instead of a proper greeting, voice thick with gratitude.

Soap was next, scooping you into a hug so enthusiastic it lifted you off your feet right after John let you go. “Missed ya, lass,” he said, his grin bright despite the weariness in his eyes. “Look at ya, a sight fo’ sore eyes!”

“Put me down, MacTavish!”

Gaz kissed your cheek the second Johnny obeyed, his hand lingering on your shoulder. “You didn’t have to do all this, darling.” he said softly, though the way he looked at you made it clear he appreciated every bit of it.

Ghost, towering behind them, stood silently for a moment. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the nervous smile tugging at your lips. Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled you into his chest, one large hand cradling the back of your head.

“Perfect girl, thank you.” he muttered, so low you barely heard it. But you did feel it rumble through his body.

You laughed, stepping back and gesturing toward the table. You had to know what they thought of it. “Go wash up. Dinner’s ready.”.

Johnny piled his plate high, moaning exaggeratedly at every bite and making you laugh until your sides hurt. Gaz teased him about his lack of table manners while sneaking extra bread rolls for himself. Price, ever the gentleman, made sure your plate was full before his own, and Simon quietly made his way through two full helpings even, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest smile when you nudged him to try the mushroom sauce.

Oh yes, you cooked. In more ways than one. You were so very proud of yourself, felt like you’d blow up like a balloon if they complimented you any more.

“This is the best meal I’ve had in months,” Johnny declared at last, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh and patting his stomach. He turned to you, gently caressing his knuckles across your full cheeks. “Thank ya, lass. Truly an angel.”

“You’ve ruined me for army food forever,” Kyle added, humming as he bit into another spoonful, smiling at your giggles. “Whatever next mission we’ll have is so going to suck, by the way. I mean it.”

Price reached over, covering your hand with his. “You didn’t have to do all this, love, but I’m damn glad you did,” he said, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. His mustache twitched, and he smiled at you. “Kyle’s right, though.”

Simon didn’t speak much, but the way his gaze lingered on you, warm and heavy, spoke volumes. You’d already learned how to decipher his little looks, anyways.

As the evening wound down and they cleaned the kicthen, then went to rest in the living room, you brought out the second surprises: the chocolate cake and apple pie, earning a round of groans and cheers. They insisted on helping with the second round of dishes, but you waved them off, laughing.

“Go relax,” you said, shooing them toward the living room. “This is my treat for you. You were supposed to be relaxing today!”

Though you didn’t notice the way they watched you as you moved about the kitchen.

When you finally joined them, changing into something more comfortable, you curl up on the couch tucked against Simon’s warm side and his arm drape around your shoulders almost instinctively. Soap stretched out across the floor, his head resting on a pillow near your feet, while Kyle sat on the other side of you, casually brushing his hand against yours.

It didn’t take much before you were dozing off, their quiet congestion washing over you as a soothing ambiance. You relaxed even further when you were shifted to lay fully against Simon while Kyle put your feet on his lap and began massaging your calves.

John stood by the balcony, his cigar glowing faintly in the dim light. He looked at you, surrounded by them, and something in his chest loosened.

You were too good for them, truly. Such a lovely, perfect sweetheart. But he also just- couldn’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else. Never.

So he wouldn’t entertain that thought. You were perfect as you were now; just a bit more time, and they’d tell you right out how much they want you in every possible way.

Though he didn’t imagine it’d be that hard, anyways. You already acted like their perfect little wife.

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