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tiredcreatur3 · 1 year

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in the mood to whip up sum omegaverse bullshit.

imagine toji coming home, seeing your poor lil self, nesting and all, shaking as you were wearing just the male’s shirt and some fuzzy socks, nuzzled all up in the little puddle of the alpha’s clothes you took out of his closet.

it was obvious what happened, he didn’t even have to think twice, the scent of yours almost knocking all the sense out of him but he knew he had to stay sane and take proper care of you before even thinking about soothing your needs or anything.

you two have been trying to get pregnant for some time now, the heat hitting you very much just in time to be honest but still, it was very exhausting for you and the male knew it and it always broke his heart, seeing you all out of it like that.

he crouched down to you, carefully caressing your cheek and taking you in his arms, letting you immediately nuzzle up to him, taking in the scent you’ve been missing all day.

“that’s a good girl..” he said softly, hiding you in his arms almost completely, wanting to take it slow because he hated rushing things and rushing you most importantly even though it seemed like you needed that now.

“t-to-“ you whimpered out, all stunned as you took the alpha’s cock, poor little pussy getting beat up so so good, that being exactly what you needed after the whole day and in a way, the male too.

you were pretty much getting the heat fucked out of you, being so so fucked out after coming multiple times already, being folded in such a comfy position, your feet almost touching your shoulders as toji drilled into you so so deep, keeping you in the mating press.

“c-can feel you in my tummy.. you’re s-so deep ‘nd ha-hard.” you whispered, staring up at him with those fucked out eyes of yours, trembling under him, as he stared right back at you, leaning down to kiss you, praising you how good you were, how he was gonna breed your pussy so good as a reward, make you his pregnant little lady and take care of you the best he could, your heat getting to him eventually.

“ ‘s that what you want, pretty girl? your pussy bred, getting taken care of while having my baby in your tummy? hm?” he let out, almost cooing as you nodded your head hurriedly to all of it, pussy letting out all those adorable little squelches, giggling tiredly when you’d eventually notice too.

“i-i wanna have your baby, t-to.. p-please, p-pretty please.” you sighed shakily, trembling under the older, babbling softly about how much you missed him the whole day, how none of your toys helped soothe the want and need for the older, having missed his scent and just everything.

you were becoming even more sensitive, trembling as you let your arms fall back, resting next to your head as your eyes rolled back for a second, little moans and whines leaving you, so so fucking sensitive that it was getting to you now, the older noticing and keeping the pace nice and steady, wanting his pretty girl to cum hard.

“ ‘m gonna c-cum..” you whispered out softly, pussy getting all wet and tight, the older leaning down to kiss at your neck, licking over your sensitive scent glands which really helped you tip over the edge, coming hard on his cock, grateful that the male was holding your legs back because you were sure now that you had absolutely no control over them anymore.

he’d let you get on top too, having a nice grip on your ankles while letting you have your fun, grinding on his cock and scratching at his chest.

you’d take one of his hands, placing it on your lower tummy and he’d just keep it there, so fucking in love with you, how comfortable and confident you were with him, not afraid to show him what you wanted, so proud.

never breaking eye contact as you angled your hips just right and had the both of you coming in few seconds, the male knotting you, pumping his seed deep inside you as he wrapped your tired out self up in his arms, so so fucked out but finally soothed.

#toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #toji x y/n #jjk toji #toji x you #toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji

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k-hotchoisan · 4 months

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i have a little ask: pt 2 of this or that w/ hwa & strawberries & chocolate?

i would be VERY happy if you would write this

i mean, i read it and at the and i was like a kid who's crying, cuz sb took a toy from them in the middle of playing

THE LAST SENTENCE WAS OHMYGOD I'M NOT OKAY (ateez reference hehe)

HAHAHAA NO WHY U GOTTA DESCRIBE URSELF THAT WAY 😭😭😭 BUT OKAY because you’ve so kindly asked, here’s your continuation🩷

🩷 part one here — where seonghwa licks chocolate off your tits 🩷

Things get heated, and it’s not just the chocolate.

genre/warnings: smut, unprotected sex, riding, more chocolate tits licking, cream pies

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @pre1ttyies @hwallazia

Seonghwa pauses for a moment as his fingers are interlocked with yours. You’re behind him, wondering what’s going through his mind. He shoots a glance at the bowl of chocolate, and he marches over, swiping the bowl swiftly into his arms before his fingers interlock with yours again as he leads you into the bedroom.

You don’t really question him, but you’re curious as to why the sudden change in thought.

“On second thought, I want the chocolate”, Seonghwa murmurs.

The moment he settles the bowl on the night stand, Seonghwa has his hands all over your body, his touches warm with affection as the clothes on you are removed one by one while his lips are devouring yours. You tug on his shirt and pants respectively, which he peels off in the middle of your steamy make out session.

He pulls away from you, watching your eyes flutter open, before your gaze fixates onto him again. You feel yourself growing shy, and especially since Seonghwa just looks so fucking good.

Seonghwa dips his pointer and index fingers into the chocolate, picking up quite a sizable amount. His free hand cups your jaw, as he continues to stare at you affectionately.

“Open up, baby”, he instructs. “If you clean my fingers off well, I’ll reward you.”

You don’t say anything, completely entranced by the male, but you nod slowly, your heartbeat climbing in anticipation.

His fingers part your lips and he watches you take his fingers into your mouth, the sweetness of the milk chocolate becoming the most prominent taste. Seonghwa watches you in awe as your tongue twirls and wets his fingers as you suck and lick the chocolate off. This time, it’s Seonghwa who looks completely entranced, especially since you don’t break eye contact when you’re letting him fuck your mouth with his fingers. The way your tongue is pressing against his fingers, the look you’re giving him, the wet sucking noises—it’s driving Seonghwa to the edge.

Your tongue gently pushes Seonghwa’s fingers out, and much to his satisfaction, his fingers are clean of chocolate.

“Good girl”, he hums, giving his fingers a suck before he goes in for another wet kiss, and like the chocolate, you completely melt in his touch.

Seonghwa shifts you above him, and you’re sitting on top of his hard erection. Your body feels like it’s on fire—every area of skin Seonghwa touches makes you feel very hot. Evidently, Seonghwa feels the same way, with his glazed out eyes staring up at the perfection that sits before him. Your fingers curl around his wrist, waiting for him to say something, your pussy already pulsing desperately against his cock, slick leaking onto it.

“Go ahead. Put it in, Angel”, he encourages, not faring any better. His cheeks are stained with a soft pink hue, flushed from being turned on and deep inside, he’s as needy as you are.

And so you do—lining his cockhead to your pussy, and sinking in, his cock slowly filling you up, dragging along your soft walls. So much whimpers leave your lips. Your eyebrows scrunch in pleasure, as his cock finally sits perfectly in you—filled up all the way. Seonghwa’s grip on your thighs tighten, and a low groan pulls from his throat when he’s seated fully in you. It’s taking almost all of his self control not to just burst in you, but fuck, it’s so perfectly warm in there.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, his hands running along your thighs, feeling your goosebumps.

“So good. So full of you”, you manage to respond despite the pleasure nipping at every bit of your body. Seonghwa prides his gorgeous smile, gently pulling you in for a quick kiss before he’s ready to start fucking you from below.

“Wait”, you suddenly say. Seonghwa’s grip on your thighs lighten, and he waits.

You reach over to the bowl of chocolate, dipping your finger in, and smudging it over your tits, your nipples covered in a creamy white. Seonghwa swallows hard, staring at your perky nipples being covered in chocolate once more, his tongue licking his bottom lip. He watches you intently as you twirl your tongue around your chocolate-stained fingers, sucking off the remainder of the confectionery, and you sigh softly when you feel him grow bigger in you.

“I’ll let you cum if you lick everything off”, you giggle, throwing his challenge back at him. In all fairness, you were way more generous—letting him suck the chocolate off your tits again.

The corners of Seonghwa’s lips curl. “I’ll make sure it’s clean, Angel.

And I’ll make sure you’re even fuller by the end of this.”

He gestures you to start moving with a gentle shove of your hips, and your mind is thrown into a frenzy as his cockhead pulls from your cervix, only to press against it once more.

Dopamine floods your body as you fuck Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa has his head thrown back and his whimpers accompany the desperate thrusts of his hips. He sighs, pleasure tingling in his bones as he lunges forward, cupping your breast, letting his tongue lap the chocolate off your left nipple first. You squeal at how fuckin warm his mouth is when his tongue presses against your nipple.

His eyes dart from your bouncing tits to looking up at you through his lashes, his cock in you twitching even more when you meet his gaze, slowly falling apart every time he impales you. He takes his time to savour your tits, soaking in your moans, sometimes pausing on instinct because it feels so fucking good that moans slip past his lips as well. He doesn’t know how long he can last like this.

“Fuck. Oh god, feels so fuckin good”, you’re slurring your words, as you lean forward slightly to catch your breath, your hips still bouncing off his cock. From time to time, he’d look up at you, holding your stare as he switches to your right nipple, his saliva dripping onto your tits, relishing the sweet chocolate as he licks you clean. With a shiver, the knot that built in your stomach snaps, and you still, your knuckles turning white from how hard you’re holding onto the headboard as your orgasm engulfs you. Seonghwa’s arms are wrapped around your waist, feeling you clench around him, whimpering when he has to force his orgasm down.

Through hazed eyes, he stares up at you, swallowing hard.

“There’s no more chocolate left. Let me cum in you, please?” He begs, holding you still in his arms, his pretty eyes pleading, evidently, he’s on his last ounce of self control.

Your fingers comb through his messy hair, then you thumb the corner of his lips, picking up a small spot of milk chocolate before you suck your thumb. Seonghwa swallows hard.

“Go ahead, Angel. You’ve earned it”, you approve with a smile. Seonghwa’s hips hit you from below as he fills your pussy up completely, followed by shallow thrusts, as he lets himself drown in complete ecstasy, inaudible curses mixed with moans flood the room.

When he’s barely down from his high, his lips catch yours, completely taking your breath away, the both of you sharing the sweetness from the chocolate.

The chocolate? Sweet. Seonghwa’s affection for you? Even sweeter.

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lunarpeonie · 10 months

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stay the night

in which you babysit megumi some nights and toji is sick of you showing up in those tight little shorts

1.3k words, nsfw

“Good evening, Mr. Fushiguro. I just put Megumi down.” You whispered as you held up the baby monitor. Toji hadn’t had one when you first started working for him and had purchased it at your insistence. You had been babysitting for the Fushiguro’s now for a few months, showing up whenever Toji had called. It wasn’t a regular thing, Toji had told you his job was a freelancer (whatever that meant) and his work wasn’t regular. Still, he paid decently and Megumi was a doll of a child, always so sweet and eager to have someone to babble to.

It also didn’t hurt that Toji was an absolute dilf. He had a perfectly placed scar on the corner of his lips that you wanted to paint pink with your lipstick. He towered over you and always had on shirts seemingly two sizes too small that outlined his hard abs and broad shoulders. You were waiting for him to lift his arm one day and have his shirt split down the middle. Long story short, you wanted him.

“Thanks.” He said digging in his pants pocket for his wallet to pay you for the night. He was never very talkative, especially so after he was done work. You had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t just with you. You turned around to grab your purse on the couch, not realizing how far your yoga shorts had ridden up. They had moved so far that now your peach colored panties were peeking out underneath.

You heard a faint rustling of clothing before feeling a large, calloused hand grip your waist. You stiffened in surprise and quickly turned your head to look at the man behind you. His hand traveled up in between the valley of your breasts and he tugged you so that your back was flush with his chest. His extremely muscular chest. You could already feel your face heating up.

Toji leaned his head next to your ear to whisper. “You didn’t have to wear those tiny shorts for my attention, you already have it. Do you know how hard it’s been to hold back all of this time? My self control has worn out.” It wasn’t as if you wore those shorts on purpose for this exact outcome… or that was what you told yourself to feel better about the fact that you desperately wanted the single father with an ambiguous job who always came home late.

“If you want to stop, say so now because once I get started, it’s too late.” He groaned into your ear. You shook your head vigorously no, unable to muster up the words to speak. He slots his lips against yours, swallowing your mewls of excitement. Toji nipped at your lower lip, inviting you to open for him. When you did, he slipped his tongue past your parted lips dominating your own.

“I’m gonna stuff you full,” he groaned, kissing up the side of your neck before pushing you hard onto the weathered sofa.

“I can barely wait to come home to my pretty little cockslut waiting for me.” His voice was teasing, one of his hands dipping under the waistband of your shorts, slowly working its way down and pulling both your shorts and underwear down with it.

“Taking care of my kid all day, waiting for me to come home and give you your reward.” He dipped two calloused fingers into your heat and groaned. “How are you so wet already?” He started off slow, but with your encouraging mewls, he began to aggressively scissor his digits in and out of your hole.

“Ah, Toji…” you trailed off as he lifted his fingers out of you, a trail of your essence following them. He guided his fingers to his awaiting mouth, scar stretching to open wide. Sucking hard on his two digits, he slid them slowly from his mouth and let go of them with a pop.

“I would play more but…” he trailed off, but you knew what he was thinking. You couldn’t waste time when you had a toddler down the hall that could wake up any moment. You feverishly unbuttoned the jeans clinging tight to his thighs and pulled down, gasping at the outline of his cock in his silky black boxers. You palmed the large bulge with your hand, feeling the pulsating veins even through the thin layer of fabric. It twitched as you began to run your hand up and down the clothed erection. Toji wasted no time in revealing it to you and let his boxers pool at his ankles before kicking them away. He was long and thick with a nest of black hair resting at the base of him. The curtains do match the drapes.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, but not quiet enough for it to escape Toji’s notice. He shot you a devilish grin before pushing you so your back laid on the faux leather couch.

“Next time, I’ll take my time on you. Maybe shove my face between those thighs and lick your pretty pussy. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” All you could do was vigorously nod your head in response, excessively aware of the fact that Toji had moved the head of his cock so that it was poking at your entrance.

“But what about…ah!” You started, trying to warn Toji that you hadn’t used any protection, but he was already plowing through your wet heat. You tried to quiet your mewls, but couldn’t hold them in as he thrust deep within you. Toji shushed you and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“You’re so whiny. You’re gonna wake the kid.” You can feel his grin against your skin while he says it, not seeming at all worried about the possibility. In fact, he seemed pleased with himself.

He lifted your leg, folding it against your chest and angled his hips up. You choked back a moan as he hit your g-spot. Toji picked up the pace, thrusting fast and hard into your heat. He felt himself lose all control in the wet, gummy paradise between your thighs. Each thrust felt like he went deeper within you, carving out a space for himself within you. He slid a hand down to play with your clit, rubbing tight circles until you started to feel a familiar tension within your stomach.

“Ah, Toji I’m -“ You whimpered.

“You gonna come for me? Good.” You bit down on your lower lip to try to quiet your noises of pleasure, but he still slaps his hand across your mouth to muffle the noises you couldn’t contain. Finally, the tension snapped like a rubber band and your body flooded with release. He pushed his forehead against yours as he fucked you through your orgasm with deep thrusts that had you nearly shaking with overstimulation.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He hissed, leaning so your foreheads were touching. “I’m not pulling out. You’d be such a good mother, wouldn’t you? You take such good care of my son, maybe I’ll give you one of your own.” Your eyes shot wide open in alarm, shocked that you liked the idea so much. You chanted yes, yes, yes, as you felt him groan and shoot his load deep inside of you. He stayed there for a moment, before slowly pulling his cock all of the way out and pushing his cum back in you. Toji rolls to lay his back on the sofa, grabbing your body and placing you on top of him.

“You’ll have to stay the night. I’m not done with you yet.” He grinned. Somehow, you were completely fine with that. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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flxrartsstuff · 9 days

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Authors note: inspired by the art down below! Just a little prompt how it would be if this fine man would eat you out like a starved animal.

cw: higuruma x femReader, eating out, swearing, use of words like darling, clit/vaginal play with tongue/fingers, squirting, drug mention but only once

Art by fckmanji on x

»Mmmm…oh yes, darling. Tasting so fuckin' good.«

His head buried deep between your thighs, his voice hummed on your sensitive areas which were dripping with wetness. Your hands grabbed the bedsheets, one of it grabbing his head and buried your fingers in his black hair. Your hips moved slightly against his tongue, trying to stimulate more to get your release. But his hands pressed down on your thighs as he raised his head a little to look at you. Eyes half down, he raised a brow.

»Patience, my dear, is a virtue.« his tie was loose, the first buttons of his shirt already opened when he came home from work. The first thing he did, was grabbing you and pulling you to bed. He wanted his reward, wanted your pussy so badly. Your pink folds, already sensitive although he didn’t do anything before and which was craving him the whole day. His fingers did his magic before, but only teased you and spread your wetness along your whole cunt. Now you managed to whimper a few words, looking at him and again realizing that this was really happening and this man was yours. You wanted to push yourself on your elbows to see more, to be closer to him, but he wouldn’t let you. For now.

So you remained laying in front of him, naked with both legs spread and your dripping cunt, glistening with your arousal and just being ready for him. His mouth and lips were looking like a mess as well and you blushed seeing him hungry like that because of you. He leaned forward again as you nodded and relaxed back into the pillows, letting his tongue glide over your whole pussy up to your clit. Finding that point that made you crazy, that sensitive pearl of yours, he started to feast on it and sucked slowly and deeper on you. Stretching your folds with both of his hands to get better access, he let his nose burry into you. It made you shiver in delight, feeling him penetrate you just more with it, so your hips wanted to rub against it urgently.

Noises of wet sucking and light moans filled the whole room, the smell of cum and sex clouded your minds, made you feel light but also desperate for more. It was like a drug. A very powerful drug you couldn’t get enough of. He knew your weaknesses, your special points and hit them with his tongue so skillfully. You breathed out, your chest rising and falling much faster now and let out pure desperate moans which motivated him to go on.

»H-Hiro..,« you moaned, arching your back in delight, not able to continue your sentence. The man grinned at your wetness, continued his treatment. His tongue moved inside your hole and you let out a little louder sigh, almost a scream. Your eyes rolled back to the end of your head and he continued to rub your clit while moving his tongue in just the perfect pace. Humming few words, not really able to understand, he brought you faster to climax than you could realize.

»That’s it baby, cum on my face.« he felt his cock twitch in his pants several times by now and He resisted the urge, to pull it out and rub it along with you. But no, all he wanted was that sweet pussy of yours now. He missed it all the long and hard day, had nothing else in mind than to press his mouth on you. Tasting you and bringing you to orgrasm as much as you wanted. You always admired his nose. Now it came very handy and made the contact with your sensitive core even more intense. You literally rubbed yourself on his nose until you felt yourself go wilde.

»Ah..ahh fuck…oh fuck, y-yes!« you repeated your voice like a steady melody and could feel your cunt clenching around his tongue. Would he even make you…

He moved his tongue back down over your pussy so skillfully and slowly licked all over, savoring your taste as he then slided a finger into your hole. He curled it back and forth around to make you squirm like a mess. He was hitting it, oh yes, he was definitely hitting your G-spot. You couldn’t get away from his touches and felt everything explode right inside of you. Heat covered your whole body, the excitement in your lower areas building up so hard, that yo couldn’t hold yourself back. You bucked yourself from the bed, felt the final release between your legs, something warm running down your shivering thighs. So you opened your eyes again. Warm of your cum was covering his whole mouth, dripping down at the bedsheets as he looked at you with that nastiest little grin.

»My turn.«

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kqulitz · 1 year

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Hiii first off if you feel like this is repetitive or are not comfortable don’t feel forced to write it, it’s all good! I wondered if you could do the safeword ask with Bill but the other way around. So dom!Reader taking out her frustrations on Bill but he’s very sensitive and emotional so he just has to stop and take it easy for the rest of the night

a/n: i decided to merge these asks, hope that’s okay :)

delicate

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: after a rough night you blow off some steam with your boyfriend.

tags: dom! reader/sub! bill, both reader and bill are 18+!!, mommy kink (sorry not sorry), cunnilingus (male receiving), begging, riding, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, aftercare, cuddles :)

smut under cut, minors dni!!

lowercase intended :)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you take a deep breath, trying your hardest to calm your nerves. today was one of your worst days- everything was too stressful and it was all piling up, leading to you being a little irritable when out with your childhood friends which then lead to a big argument. it sucked, you hated arguing with people and you had apologised before everyone left, yet your friends ignored you.

you kick off your shoes, not caring about how they landed in a messy pile. bill perks up from the couch, smiling brightly at you. “schätzchen..!” (darling) he extends a hand out to you, gesturing for you to come over. you notice tom, who’s very concentrated on his gameboy. you step over to the couch, leaning down and catching your boyfriend’s lips in a kiss. you feel him smile, it only slightly melts your frustrations away. “ich brauche dich.” (i need you) you tell him, voice low so tom didn’t overhear. “was?” (what?) bill flusters at your words. “jetzt, bill.” (now, bill.) you reply, the sternness in your voice makes tom glances up, brows raised a little. “someone’s in trouble.” he teases. bill’s cheeks are bright red, yet he takes your hand and follows you upstairs.

you push your boyfriend inside his bedroom, as soon as the door’s closed your lips are on his. “schönes mädchen, what’s the matter?” (beautiful girl) he asks between each hard kiss. “ruhig sein.” (be quiet.) you growl, hands grasping his hips tightly. bill whines softly, practically melting into you. “mein bedürftiger junge.” (my needy boy.) you mumble, pushing him over onto his bed. bill stares at you, eyes filled with desperation as you join him. your hands drag over his thighs, lips pressing to his as his back arches under your touch. bill whimpers into your mouth, a leg hooking around yours to pull you closer. you feel his chest heave with a gasp as your cold hands slip under his shirt. “bill.” you warn, already knowing he was about to start whining. “sorry…” he whimpers softly.

“bitte- bitte, ich werde ein guter junge sein.” (please- please, i’ll be a good boy) bill’s back arches as you continue to tease him, it makes you smile. “are you sure?” you ask, voice innocent. “yes, yes- please..!” you have to press your palm over his mouth to hush him. bill whines, shuddering as your other hand drags down his side to his waistband. “ruhig sein. tom wird dich hören.” (be quiet. tom will hear you.) you purr, watching him nod. slowly, you remove your hand from his mouth, moving down to kiss his stomach. bill gasps, yet keeps quiet like you told him to. “take these off, baby.” you mumble, sitting up to watch him shuffle out of his pants and boxers. you smile, leaning down to reward him with a soft kiss. bill leans forward, trying to chase your lips as you pull away. gently, you push him back down onto the bed, moving back down to your original position.

the way you lick a stripe down his v-line makes him whimper, his hand clasping over his mouth to silence himself. your hand wraps around his semi-hard cock, stroking over the reddened tip as it weeps with pre-cum. “please- bitte, mama- i need you..!” (please, mommy) bill whimpers, doing his best to stay quiet. you find it funny how he’s struggling between english and german. “be patient, baby.” you mumble, kissing his tip just to feel him twitch and watch him writhe. “please..!” he practically sobs, you bite his thigh harshly. “m’sorry..- i’ll be quiet, just please- please suck me off, i need you.” bill whines, lust filled eyes staring down at you.

you smile, finally taking his cock into your mouth. bill gasps- hand immediately pressing over his lips to silence himself as he resists from bucking up against you. you hold your position for a moment, tongue slowly tracing around his tip as you watch his reaction. you hear muffled moans behind his palm, it’s adorable. you finally dip your head down, cheeks hollowing. “mama, bitte- ich brauche mehr.” als (mommy, please- i need more.) bill whines, back arching. “shh!” you part from his throbbing cock, bill whimpers- yet stays silent. you continue pleasuring him, listening to his hushed whimpers and breathy moans. his slender fingers curl into your hair, tugging slightly. “m’gonna cum..!” he warns, expecting you to pull away like you normally do.

you can’t pull from his dick, desperate to feel him cum down your throat. “mama- mama please-“ bill’s words fall short as he chokes back a moan, biting his arm to silence himself. bill cums, hard, you swallow all of it hungrily. your boyfriend pants softly, cock still hard and throbbing as you move away. “guter junge, das hast du so gut gemacht.” (good boy, you did so well.) you purr, kissing him softly. bill whines, hands grasping your shirt tightly. “mama, please-“ he begs against your lips, hips raising to brush against yours. you hum lowly, biting his bottom lip harshly just to hear him gasp.

you pull away from the kiss, pulling your panties off from under your skirt. bill’s eyes are glistening with excitement, it makes you smile as you kiss him again. “gonna smudge your pretty makeup, y’know that?” you mumble, voice low and sultry. bill smiles, feigning innocence. you chuckle, kissing him again. you straddle over his hips, pulling his arms so he’d sit up. bill’s arms wrap around your torso, his head burying into your neck. slowly, you drag your cunt over his shaft, listening to his soft whimpers; feeling how they vibrate against your skin. “hurry up..!” he whines, back arching, chest pressing to yours. “be a brat and you’ll get nothing.” you warn, listening to him whimper at the change in tone.

finally; you push down onto his tip, making him gasp. bill’s fingers scrunch up the back of your shirt as he mewls, twitching in your cunt as you slowly sink down on his cock. “that’s right- be a good boy for me, okay?” you mumble, kissing his shoulder. bill whines, it’s low in the back of his throat. you can tell he’s desperate to fuck up into you, but he doesn’t. you wait, testing his temperament. “please, mama-“ he begins to beg, you squeeze around him to silence his words. bill crumbles into soft whines, crying against your neck due to the mere feeling of your pussy around him.

bill begins to shuffle and squirm, trying to get any friction against his aching cock. you smile, finally raising yourself as you start to ride him. bill squeezes your torso, moaning loudly against your neck. “be quiet.” you warn, voice unwavering as you fuck yourself on his cock. “m’sorry- you feel so good..!” your boyfriend responds, shuddering as his orgasm comes closer and closer. “you gonna cum already?” you scoff, pushing him roughly so he was lay down again. “i’m sorry- i won’t, i swear..!” bill whimpers, the makeup around his eyes already smudged and slightly running. “promise?” you slow your hips, almost stopping completely. “yes- yes i promise..!” you push your hand over his mouth to stop his loud whines. bill’s eyes flutter a little as you pick up the speed once more- his whimpers vibrating against your palm.

his hands move to your thighs, you immediately catch them. “hands above your head.” you command, watching him do so. “keep them there or i’ll tie them.” you mumble, watching him nod. bill’s back arches, his legs shuffling against his sheets as he closes his eyes once more. “i’m gonna remove my hand now, be a good boy for me, okay?” you tell him- slowly removing your palm. bill bites his bottom lip, hands grasping the pillow above his head as he tries his hardest to stop his moans from emerging. you let your hands push his shirt up again, fingers tracing over his skin as he squirms. “remember, be quiet.” you tell him, letting a few rogue moans slide every now and then.

you can feel bill throbbing harshly, his hips beginning to stutter. “don’t you dare cum.” you caution him, voice low. “i won’t- i promise i won’t..!” he responds, tossing his arm over his eyes. rolling your hips against him, you watch him squirm- the soft whimpers falling from his lips once more. you make sure to steady yourself by putting your hands on his chest, letting yourself relax after a rough day. “mama- i can’t hold it..-“ bill whines, arms lowering for a moment before he remembers his place. “don’t you dare.” you warn, voice breathy as you hum lowly. with a harsh twitch, bill cums inside you, tears rolling down his cheeks as he moans. you slap a hand over his mouth, squeezing his cheeks slightly; glaring at him. “what did i say?” you grumble, watching him whimper. “m’gonna have to punish you, baby. it’s only fair.” you add on, listening to his soft moans increase a little.

you pick up your speed again, pulling your shirt over your head. bill’s hungry eyes stare at your cleavage, you know he wants to touch your tits. you stay silent, waiting on his next move. his fingers flex, as if he were kneading the air, his eyes clouded with lust. you feel him hum against your palm. “what’s that?” you coo softly, removing your hand from his mouth. “mama, please i’m sorry- i’ll be a good boy.” he sobs, tears still running down his face- ruining his makeup. “mhm- you said that, and you weren’t a good boy for mama. so now you have to take your punishment.” you smile, watching bill’s back arch with pleasure. “m’sorry! im sorry- please.” he repeats, hands moving to your sides- going to slide up to your tits. “ah-ah- i didn’t say you could touch me. that’s another punishment. keep being a brat and i’ll leave you here completely.” you snap, voice cold. bill whines loudly, yet hushed himself before you can scold him again. you do as you said you would, stripping his shirt of and using it to tie his hands to his bed frame. “i’m sorry, mama..!” he begs, tugging against his restraints. “no touching, that’s apart of your punishment. you’re just gonna have to wait until i cum.” you shrug, hips rolling slowly to tease him.

bill moans, it’s broken and mainly comes out as a cry. “shh.” you hiss, the rope in your stomach tightening as you feel every negative emotion finally melting away. “mama- i can’t!” bill sobs, chest heaving as he pants. “yes you can. breathe.” you take a softer approach, resting your hand on his chest once more. bill whimpers, another string of cum filling you as he breaks down into moans and whimpers. you cum hard at the feeling, which makes your poor boyfriend cum again. “good boy. well done.” you shudder, riding out your orgasm slowly. “mama- please, stop- i can’t..!” bill begs, sniffling a little as he whimpers. “just a little more, baby. you still need your other punishment.” you smile, watching him struggle a little.

“red- baby please stop, i’m serious.” you hear him whine, immediately stopping yourself. “oh, sweetie.. i’m sorry, was i too rough?” you frown, watching your lover as he cries. bill sniffles a little as you untie his hands, bringing his wrist up to your lips to kiss it. “i’m sorry, bill.” you mumble, feeling bad for not listening a little more. “it’s okay- i just need a moment.” he mumbles, getting up to clean himself off. you sit on the bed for a moment- all those negative emotions come crashing back down onto you. you pull your shirt on again, getting up from your boyfriend’s bed. you peek into the bathroom, watching bill’s shoulders hitch with each shaky breath. “baby, i’m sorry.” you sigh, hugging him gently. “it’s fine, really.” he insists, wiping his eyes.

“no, it’s not. i shouldn’t of been so rough with you.” you reply, kissing his shoulder. “it’s just- i don’t know.” bill cuts himself off, you frown. “tell me.” you mumble, letting him pull away. “i- can i get dressed first?” he sniffles, you nod. “of course, baby. come on.” you guide him back through to his bedroom, letting him get dressed in some of his comfiest clothes. you decide on getting changed out of your day wear, stealing one of his shirts. bill gets onto the bed, sitting on it as he wipes his eyes again. you frown at the sight of him so upset. “what’s the matter, baby? you can tell me.” you sit beside him, resting your hand on his leg. “i’ve just had a really bad day and i didn’t expect you to be mean today-“ he hiccups, trying to hide his face in embarrassment.

“oh, my sweet boy, you should of told me you had a bad day- i’m so sorry.” you sigh, hugging him. you cradle his head to your shoulder as he whines, squeezing you tightly. bill cries softly, yet the feeling of you holding him and rubbing his back soothes him rather fast. “what happened..?” you ask softly. “just an argument with tom- it’s nothing too serious but i’m scared.” you hear him mumble. you sigh. “billy, tom loves you- he’s not going anywhere.” you tell him, moving him back a little to press a firm kiss to his lips. “i know- it’s just stupid thoughts, but if he left me i don’t know what i’d do.” bill vents. you smile sadly. “he’s not going to leave. you two are inseparable.” you cup his cheeks, thumbs wiping away his tears. he nods a little, hugging you again.

“sorry-“ bill mumbles after a moment. “i feel stupid-“ you cut him off. “don’t feel stupid for crying, baby. it’s normal.” you mumble, refusing to let him out of your hold. bill hums, shuffling to get comfortable with you. you lay down with him, rubbing his back slowly as his breath occasionally hitches. “how was your day?” he asks eventually, you chuckle sourly. “honestly, we’ve both had shitty days.” you reply, resting your head against his. “what happened?” bill pulls away to look at you, frowning a little. “i’ve just been stressed, and because i was stressed i got into an argument with some of my closest friends. then, i came home and took it out on you.” you frown a little. “i’m sorry, bill.” you add on with a gentle sigh, yet he smiles sweetly. “it’s okay. i’m sure your friends will message tomorrow.” he mumbles, kissing your lips. you hum slightly.

“they might. i should just give them time.” you reply, hand moving to rest upon his cheek. “exactly.” bill smiles a little wider, kissing you again. the room falls silent once more, you watch as bill closes his eyes to relish the calmness of it all. you sit up, making his eyes open again. “where’re you going?” he frowns, grasping your arm. “i’m going to make us some food.” you smile, leaning down to steal another kiss. “stay here, okay? i’ll be back soon.” you slip away, leaving his bedroom. bill settles again, curling up in the warm spot where you were once lay; closing his eyes as he allows himself to relax.

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #// 🦇 kqulitz’s writing

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galaxysgal · 5 months

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winter sleepover!! carmy 🔥 indoors and the fire is also for “please make it spicy” 🫢

sex by the fire || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ p in v unprotected and all that jazz. just soft vanilla sex. and cookies !!

a/n: this is unedited and unbeta’d bc i am so so sleepy. thanks sm for requesting 🫶🏻🫶🏻

a weekend getaway in a secluded little cabin in the woods was exactly the kind of break you needed. fall semester had been hell for you and your boyfriend was well aware of that, which is exactly why he’d booked this trip. sydney was perfectly capable of running the restaurant for a few days, and everyone knew not to call carmy unless it was absolutely necessary. that left the two of you with the peace and quiet you both desperately needed.

the trip had been a complete surprise. carmy had packed your bags for you, picking you up from campus after your last exam with a mischievous grin on his face and whisking you away for the weekend. the cabin was downright adorable, just a single room with a large bed, a little kitchenette, a bathroom off to the side, a couple arm chairs and a TV by a big window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the lake. and of course, the fireplace.

it had taken the two of you a few tries to get the fire going, but now you were rewarded with the gentle warmth and the soft crackling sound as the fire burned steadily behind the iron grate.

you lounged on the bed, snuggled up between the many decorative pillows, waiting patiently as carmy placed a pan of cookies into the stove. he set a timer, tossed the dirty dishes in the sink to be dealt with later, and made his way back to you.

“hey baby,” he whispered, crawling into bed beside you. “are you enjoying y’self?”

you smiled at him, all perfect and pretty with his hair mussed and a little dash of flour lingering on his rosy cheek. “very much so,” you murmured. you closed your book and sat it on the bedside table so you could give your full attention to the man in front of you. his eyes shone with love and mischief in the dancing light of the fire, and you couldn’t help but pull him in for a kiss.

he tasted like the bittersweet chocolate chips he’d used in the batch of cookies he’d made, lips warm and pliant as you deepened the kiss. rough palms landed on your hips, pulling you until you rested in his lap.

“so,” you started, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “you gonna fuck me by the fire, bear?”

his parted lips turned upwards into a little grin, hands already roaming up under the hem of your sweater. “well, sweet girl, when you put it like that,” he laughed softly, bringing you in for another kiss as his fingers began to tug at the little bow on your pajama pants. the knot came undone quickly, and you shuffled around until your pants and sweater had been discarded. you sat atop his thighs in nothing but a pair of pretty lace panties, tugging his shirt over his head until your palms could lay flat against his warm, bare chest.

“my pretty boy,” you cooed, kissing along the column of his throat. your hips rolled against his own, the flannel of his pajama pants soft against the inside of your thighs. he was half hard already, you could feel him rubbing deliciously against your core, and a soft whine escaped your lips as he kissed you again. “want you, carm. c’mon.”

carmy chuckled, lifting you off his hips long enough to discard his pants and boxers in one go. then he was pulling you back, pushing your panties to the side and giving his cock a few quick strokes before lining himself up and sliding in. the stretch was familiar, an easy little burn you’d come accustomed to, but it never failed to draw an obscene moan from your lips.

“shh, tha’s it. good girl.” his hips began to shift up into you in gentle strokes, pushing in deep with a muffled groan against the curve of your shoulder.

you hummed in pleasure, slumping against his chest as he planted his feet on the bed for more leverage. “fuck- ‘s so good,” you whimpered, curling in closer and latching your lips onto his neck. any semblance of composure in your voice dissipated, your words coming out as gentle, high pitched whines. “carmen, oh fuck, carmen!”

“sounds so pretty when ya say it like that,” he said, his words nearly a growl as they came through gritted teeth. “fuckin’ angelic. say it again baby, will ya?”

“carmen, jesus- fucking- carmen, please! ‘m gonna-“ your head felt too heavy to hold anymore, but one strong hand supported your chin to draw you in for a delicate kiss. the contrast was exhilarating, sharp thrusts of his hips balanced against the softness of his lips against yours.

without so much as a warning to carmy, your vision was whiting out and your body was coursing with red hot pleasure. your whole figure shook in his arms, lewd moans turning into softer whimpers as he chased his own climax with erratic thrusts.

“fuck- yeah, that’s my girl. jus’ a li’l more baby, you can do it.” he grunted, fingers digging into your hips as he slammed against you. you fell quiet, leaving nothing but the obscene sounds of sweat slick skin over the gentle roar of the fire.

with one final, deep stroke he came inside of you, lips finding yours in a messy and passionate kiss. you could have stayed there in his arms forever, listening to the fire and his soft breathing as the two of you came down from the high. but of course, nothing lasts forever, and it was only a matter of minutes before the kitchen timer rang out, reminding you of the batch of cookies waiting in the oven.

you hummed, rolling off carmy and collapsing into the fluffy mattress. he smiled down at you, thumb running over your smudged lipstick before leaning in for a quick kiss.

“i’ll get the cookies out, an’ then i’ll get ya cleaned up. that sound good?”

you nodded, too sleepy and sated to form any coherent sentence. your eyes fell closed, listening carefully to the sounds around you. the clang of the oven door. the creak of a cabinet door. a soft hiss of pain, probably from your boyfriend touching the still hot pan. water running in the sink. soft footsteps coming back in your direction.

carmy cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, tossing it haphazardly towards the laundry basket and crawling back into bed beside you. the two of you laid there, naked and happy, with the plate of cookies balanced precariously on your thigh. when the sweets were gone and the fire was dying down, you let your eyes flutter closed as you snuggled into his side.

“goodnight, pretty girl,” carmy murmured, moving the plate to the bedside table and wrapping you securely in his arms.

end.

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sxcret-garden · 9 months

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Renjun ღ Reward [M]

ღ NCT Dream Renjun x fem!reader ღ words: ~2.1k ღ genre: smut (hard dom!Renjun, some hair pulling, spanking, bit of degradation (use of the words whore and slut), orgasm denial, begging, praise, dacryphilia, bit of a pain kink, unprotected sex) ღ warnings: (him grabbing reader by the hair)

Desc.: In which Renjun decides to reward you for working hard all day.

You’re supposed to be focusing on something entirely different. But when your boyfriend Renjun finally comes home from a busy day, you can’t bring yourself to look at anything but him. He smiles at you sweetly, and he presses a kiss onto your cheek as a greeting, and you wonder how he doesn’t seem even a little bit tired after working all day.

“I’ll just go change real quick,” he informs you casually, and you wonder if he notices you watching him through the half open door that leads to your bedroom. You only see his back when he unbuttons his shirt and slips out of it, and when he tosses it aside you let your eyes follow his bodylines, and maybe you lose yourself a little too much in the way his muscles move delicately under his skin. He’s small, and you’ve always found that cute, but paired with his fiery demeanor, you think he’s incredibly sexy.

He finally turns around when he has a black shirt rolled up his underarms, about to put it on, and when he catches you staring he gives you an amused grin.

“What? Aren’t you supposed to be studying?” you hear him say with a slightly scolding tone underlying.

“I’ve done enough today…” you whine, refusing to take your eyes off his bare upper body. And you seem to be lucky today, because instead of getting dressed, Renjun throws the shirt aside and approaches you.

“And you decided your reward for studying so hard would be to stare at me half naked?” he challenges you when he comes to a halt right next to you, putting one hand down on the table right next to you. The smile on his lips is still sweet, but in his pupils you find a devilish spark, and it makes you gulp.

“That or… maybe I deserve more than that?” You shoot a questioning glance at him, and he seems to understand what you’re hinting at.

“I wonder… do you?” He puts his other hand on top of your head, caressing your hair once, before capturing your chin between his index finger and thumb and making sure you look up at his face. He lowers himself, and as soon as his lips meet yours in a demanding kiss, heat rushes through your body.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” He whispers the words into your mouth, and you nod eagerly, lips slightly parted. “Good,” he sighs, before continuing to share hot kisses with you. Eventually he pulls you up by your shoulders, before letting his hands wander to your waist where he pulls you closer. You place your palms onto his bare chest, ready to run your fingertips down his torso, but Renjun quickly tears you away from him.

“No touching,” he says. “Put your hands on the table and leave them there.” Hips pressed against yours, he pushes you backwards until your behind hits the wooden edge, where you place your palms just as he ordered. Despite him not being very tall, it feels as if he’s towering above you now, and you involuntarily press your thighs tightly together.

Renjun doesn’t always get like this, but sometimes you crave the feeling of him making you submit to him, and then you wait expectantly for a situation like this.

He runs his hands down your upper body, touching you lightly, and when he pulls your shirt off you, he allows you to remove your hands from the table for but a moment. You can’t help but drink in the sight of his bare chest in front of you, and the way he naturally moves so gracefully, but when he catches you staring again, he’s quick to lift your chin with his index finger.

“My eyes are up here, baby,” he mutters sweetly, before drawing closer to sink his teeth into your bottom lip. You gasp at the sudden and momentary pain of him biting down, and when he soothingly lets the tip of his tongue glide over the same spot, you sigh, and you feel your body relax a little. You share an open mouthed kiss as he lets his hands roam your back, and when they reach your hair he grabs a handful close to your scalp and tears your head back. You groan from the impact, and you almost give in to the impulse of wanting to reach out for him when his lips nip at the delicate skin on your throat.

“You worked very hard, hm?” your boyfriend assumes. He lets his teeth graze your neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin. “Such a good girl… turn around for me.” You do as he said, and when he spanks your ass as a reward for listening so well, you groan at the feeling. Then, he reattaches his lips to your nape, and he leaves a trail of kisses along your spine between your shoulder blades. His fingers dance above the button of your pants, and you want to beg for him to take them off you already, but you bite back your words. You know better than to try to rush him, risking him teasing you and then walking out on you as a punishment.

“Such a pretty back…” he mumbles, letting the fingertips of his other hand glide over your skin. “It’d be so much prettier if you arched it a little,” he comments with an apparent grin on his lips, and when you do what he just suggested, your behind hits his crotch. Pressed against him, you feel him grinding into you, and you moan at the way his bulge grows, rubbing against your ass. “So pretty…” Renjun repeats, running his palm all the way up your back and eventually grabbing your hair to pull your head back again. He lets his lips ghost over your neck and his hot breath on your skin sends a shiver down your spine.

“It’d be a shame not to reward you after working so hard.” You let out a small whine in agreement, and he gives your ass another slap. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, and you nod, making a noise of approval. His hand still resting on your butt squeezes your flesh, before wandering between your thighs and rubbing back and forth along your core. However, the pants you’re wearing are preventing you from feeling much, and so you wiggle around in frustration, hoping he would take the hint.

“Someone’s needy, huh?” he says, his voice sharp. You stop moving immediately, taking it as a warning sign, and you can feel yourself soaking your underpants in your arousal when you hear him chuckle. “Let’s take them off, then.” He skillfully unbuttons your pants, quickly pulling them down to your knees, and he lets you struggle as you step out of them without using your hands. Now you feel his fingers teasing you through your panties, and you arch your back a little more to give him better access.

“You’re so wet… you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” You can’t deny it, so you answer yes. “That’s my pretty little whore.” He sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck and you cry out from the pain. You’re starting to shake from growing more and more impatient, and even the way he lazily teases your entrance through the fabric of your underwear soon isn’t enough anymore. When he takes his hand away, you’re already starting to think he’s about to give you what you want most, but then he reaches up to take off your bra. He tosses it to the side, and cups your breasts with both hands, squeezing them and pinching your nipples, making you whimper.

“How cute… I bet you thought you were gonna get my cock next.” He says it matter-of-factly, and you feel embarrassed by the way he read you so quickly. “Beg for it.” As if that was your starting sign, you begin to whine for him to touch you.

“Please… want you inside me so bad…” you cry out. “Want your cock so bad…”

“So cute…” Renjun coos over you, pinching your nipples again and pulling on them.

“Fuck…” you moan at the pain, whole body trembling. “P-please, baby…”

“Tell me what a good girl you were while I was away.”

“I worked hard. I worked really hard,” you whine. “I was good, I promise!” He takes one hand away from your chest and brings it to his jeans to unzip them.

“Really? So good that you deserve me to fuck you?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter. “I’d do anything to deserve you inside me…” Tears are welling up in your eyes, overcome with arousal and desire, and the longer he makes you wait, the more frustrated you become.

“I know you would…” Renjun whispers, soothingly caressing your ass from behind, before spanking you, drawing out a desperate whine from you. “Bend over the table, baby.” You comply without hesitation, lying down next to your laptop and the notes you had taken by hand.

“I worked so hard…” you mutter again.

“I know you did, baby,” Renjun answers, before abruptly pulling your underwear down your ass. “Let’s see how well you take me.” He aligns his tip with your entrance, letting it slide between your folds teasingly, and he groans at the slickness of your dripping wet pussy. You clench your hands into fists and you bite your lip, telling yourself to be patient for just a bit longer, and then finally he pushes into you at once. You cry out from the sudden penetration, and because you need some time to adjust to his length inside you, and once you signal him that you’re fine, he starts thrusting. He fucks you hard - something he doesn’t do often. Usually he starts out slow and carefully, putting your comfort above everything else, but on days like today, he becomes more relentless. Giving you pleasure is still his top priority, you know that. However, he’s rough with you now, not afraid to turn pain into pleasure.

You whine desperately, clawing at the wooden tabletop while you hear skin slapping against skin rhythmically, along with your boyfriend’s grunts. You arch your back as much as you can for him to hit that delicious spot deep inside you, and your head begins to spin when he does.

“Such a good little whore… enjoying yourself so much while I take you from behind,” he comments, and yanks your head back by your hair once again. Adrenaline rushes through your body, and every rough touch of his sends you closer to the edge. He runs his fingernails down your back, sinking them into your skin so far that you’re sure it’s going to leave scratch marks. But the burning pain just adds to your ecstasy, and all you can do is moan continuously at the way he’s handling your body.

“Hnnn… gonna… cum…” Renjun stops moving, and as you cry out in despair, you can imagine the dirty look on his face as he must be looking down on you.

“Beg for it and I’ll let you,” he demands breathlessly.

“P-please, baby. Please let me cum on your cock…” Your knees are shaking, and your eyes are tightly shut as you wait for his response. “Please… I was a good girl for you…”

“You were a what?” He gives you a chance to rephrase what you just said, and you answer,

“I was a good little slut for you!”

“That’s what I like to hear.” It feels like your own little salvation when you feel him thrusting in and out of you again, and within just a few moments, you feel yourself clench around him. Coming undone, only unintelligible whines fall from your lips. Renjun keeps fucking you relentlessly through your orgasm, and without letting you come down from it properly, he chases his own high. Eventually, squirming in his grip that he has on your hips to keep you in place, you feel him spill inside you, and when his motion ceases, you finally start an attempt at catching your breath.

He lightly pats your head when he pulls you up and into his embrace, and he kisses your forehead covered in sweat.

“You did so well, baby.” He talks soothingly, rubbing slow circles on your back. “Should I run us a bath and I’ll help you clean yourself up?” he suggests, and you nod, head leaned against his chest. Your mind is still pretty empty, so you merely give him a sigh of appreciation. With a chuckle your boyfriend presses another kiss onto your temple, and then he carefully walks you to the bathroom.

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hornyramostan · 1 year

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Jelaous?; Sergio Ramos x reader

i'm which your boyfriend can't tolerate you talking to another guys

(this man's smut won in the poll so here you go)

You were in the car with your boyfriend coming back from the party that his teammate, Kylian Mbappe, had thrown. The air was tense, and the both knew why. You had been talking all night with your best friend Neymar Jr, and this didn't sit well with Sergio who was watching the scene from afar. He accused you of flirting with him at the party. This clearly bothered you, because you knew that it had not been like that, and you felt offended because your boyfriend did not trust you. Being angry with him, you decided that the best thing to do was tease him a little "And if I flirted with him, what?" You could see how he tensed his jaw and replied "You can't flirt with other men" "Why not?" You replied playfully.

In a sudden movement, he turned and entered a service station. He parked and unbuckled his seatbelt "Get down of the car, now" He demanded. "What?" "I said get down of the car, Am I not being clear?" Without answering, you got down from the car and walk to him. When you were by his side, he grabbed your wrist and took you to the bathroom. "Auch, it hurts" You complained "Oh baby, it's nothing compared to what i'm going to do to you now"

Now it was you who tensed your jaw. You swallowed hard and kept walking until you reached the bathrooms. As soon as you both entered the bathroom, you heard the loud bang that the door made when your boyfriend closed it. "Do you want me to make you understand why you can't flirt with other men?" You didn't even have time to respond when he grabbed you by the waist, took you up to the sink and began to melt into a hot kiss. Your legs tangled around his waist, your hands running through his muscular arms while he pinched your waist, making you groan the odd thing. You desperately took off your shirt and bra, while Sergio took off his shirt and pants. Once the both finished, Sergio undid your pants in a move that nearly ripped them off.

He kissed your chest, between your breasts and all down your stomach, leading to your wet pussy "Look at you, so wet for me. I bet that that Neymar guy or any other never have could make you this wet, no?" "Y-you re right babe, now please" "Please what honey?" "Please fuck me so hard that i couldn't walk good for a few days" You hadn't had to say anything else. He introduced two of his fingers inside you making you scream for pleasure. "You like it, don't you litlle whore?" He asked increasing the movement of his fingers inside you. He loved making you feel that way. The image of you moaning, your breasts bouncing, your acelerated breath, was like art for his eyes.

"Enough, now give daddy what he wants" You knew very well what he wanted, so you got down from the sink, your legs were shaking, you knelt down and grabbed his big member and put it in your mouth. Your boyfriend's moans were like music to your ears, hearing him ask for more, seeing him so vulnerable, you loved being in control of him. You kept sucking his dick for a while until he came in your mouth. You swallowed and looked at him "Good girl, now you will have a reward"

You got up and went back to sit at the sink. It didn't take long for him to get inside of you. At first the abruptness with which he did it brought you a few tears, but as he went through the lunges you got used to it. The moans of both filled the room. You started to feel how your legs were shaking and you knew that you were close to coming "Se-sergio Im close" "Me too baby, me too". Before any of you could came, he got off you and rapidly grabbed you by the waist turning you around.

He slapped your ass while entering inside you again. To stimulate you even more, he pushed ti of his fingers inside you. The overstimulation you were going through didn't even allow you to hold yourself well at the sink, your legs had less and less strength and words didn't come out.

Finally, you both came at the same time. You let yourself fall, but strong arms grabbed you and sat you back on the sink while they helped you change, because you had been completely destroyed after what your partner had made you feel.

Once the both finished changing, you tried to get off but your legs wouldn't respond. "I think you took that very literally about fucking me until I can't walk for a few days" you said between laughs, stretching out your arms for Sergio to help you. "Sorry about that beautiful" He approached you and helped you down. You got to the car with him holding you by the waist so you don't fall and you hanging from his neck so you don't fall. The best of this is that you knew that when you get Home, he would aftercare you, like he always do.

#football imagine #sergio ramos #sergio ramos x female reader #sergio ramos imagine #footballer fanfiction #football #psg #sergio ramos smut #psg imagine #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos icon #Sergio ramos sex #gas station smut #smut #sergio ramos x girl #Sergio ramos x female

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imagines--galore · 2 months

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||Light 'em Up|| Chapter One

Summary: She saved Hiro from bullies and then punched Tadashi when she thought he was one too. She calls herself Hiro’s caretaker, and became Tadashi’s best friend. Now she attends the same Institute as Tadashi as a robotics student. She’s Sakura dubbed Cherry Blossom by Fred. She’s Hiro’s partner in crime, when it comes to annoying his brother and Tadashi’s best friend. Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x Sakura Kamiya(OC) Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Adventure Previously - Prologue A/N: And here we go with the first chapter!

Little Hiro sat in the sand box, tinkering away with a little toy rocket Aunt Cass had gotten him a few weeks earlier. Being the curious little boy he was he had wanted to take it apart right at the moment he got it and see what was inside and how it worked but had refrained himself when was asked not to by his older brother. Tadashi was currently getting ice cream for the both of them, leaving his younger brother for just a little while.

The park they were in was small and a few boys were playing in the nearby field. Their shouts and cries did not distract the curious little boy as he tinkered away. Hiro's little forehead scrunched up in a frown, his lips pursed in concentration as he turned the screw carefully near one of the tails, to remove the battery. He had almost gotten it loose when a shadow blocked his view.

Smiling the little boy looked up expecting his brother with ice cream but was disappointed when he was met with three unfamiliar faces of boys a few years older than him but younger than his brother. They looked rather hard and mean the way they stood in front of him and for the younger boy they looked rather scary. But Tadashi had told him to be strong and face his fears and right then he was frightened but he didn't let it show as he looked at the boys in front of him.

"Thats a nice rocket you've got there."

The boy in the middle said, a smile playing across his lips. The smile wasn't very nice and Hiro's little hands gripped tightly around the toy.

"Yes." He managed to get out.

"My aunt got it for me." He continued. The second boy stepped forward his hand held out.

"Well then she wouldn't mind of we looked at it for awhile would she?" His tone was low and threatening for a child and for little Hiro it was quite scary. He gulped and shook his head as he slowly got to his feet.

"I'm not giving it to you."

He said his voice coming out stronger and braver than he really felt. He really wished his brother were here to make the bullies go away. The faces of all three boys turned into ugly expressions. The third boy grabbed Hiro by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him from the ground. Hiro stared back, not backing down, his grip on his toy increasing so much that his knuckles turned white.

"Give us the toy!" The first boy growled, leaning towards the younger boy. Hiro shook his head.

"No!"

He said with a tone of finality. It was his toy! Aunt Cass had gotten it for him. And he wasn't giving it up so easily. Before he knew what was happening he was on the ground. His back hurt from the impact but he managed not to cry out, but that didn't stop a painful grunt escaping him. A kick was aimed at his stomach making the poor boy whimper and curl up into a ball, his grip on his rocket never wavering.

"Give us the rocket!"

He shook his head which only rewarded him another kick.

What was so special about the rocket anyway?

His Aunt Cass had given it to him thats what!

And he loved his Aunt!

He wasn't going to give the toy away like that.

Multiple kicks were landed on his back, shoulders and torso and yet he didn't cry out at all, only letting loose a few whimpers and grunts. He couldn't hold out much longer. Tears of pain stung behind his closed eyelids but he squeezed his eyes tighter not wanting them to fall.

He didn't want to start crying.

Only babies cried!

And he wasn't a baby anymore.

Where was Tadashi?

Why wasn't he coming?

Had he left him like their parents had?

Just as the pain started to get unbearable for the little boy and he was about to start crying from, a loud shout made the kicks stop all at once.

"Hey! Leave him alone!"

Hiro didn't even uncurl from his little ball as he felt the boys step away from him, but their rapid footsteps gave the indication that they had run away like the cowards they were. He was still curled up when he felt a hand lightly grip his shoulder. Then the same voice asked.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

The voice was soft and full of concern. Refusing to uncurl Hiro just shook his head in a yes. The voice sighed.

"You don't look okay."

This time Hiro didn't even answer but he did lift his bruised and dirtied face from the ground to look at his savior. A pair of violet eyes looked at him with concern, from under the bill of a hat which had the initials SFDA written across it. The girl's hair was up in a ponytail, and she was carrying a bag over her shoulder. The black haired girl looked no older than his brother, maybe she was younger. Crouching down next to him, the girl pulled out a water bottle and a clean handkerchief from her bag.

"Here!"

She muttered as she poured water over the cloth before leaning forward and lightly rubbing it against his cheek. She was very careful with her movement. Hiro watched her as she cleaned his face. She smiled at him when she saw him looking at her. Wiping his forehead the last time, she looked at him.

"Come on! Lets go sit on that bench and have a look at your bruises."

Her voice was soothing and soft, just like Aunt Cass's. Before Hiro knew what he was doing, he was uncurling from his little ball. As he stood up he whimpered from the pain from the many cuts and bruises over his body. His eyes watering with tears, he saw the girl lean forward her own eyes wide with worry. Pursing her lips the girl's eyes gleamed with determination.

"I'm going to pick you up now, ok?"

She said as she stuffed her bottle and the now wet and dirty handkerchief back in her bag. Strapping it securely behind her she reached forward, wrapping her arms as gently and carefully as she could around the younger boy and lifting him up. She was quite taller than him and stronger as well. Hiro quickly wrapped his own arms around the girl's neck, afraid he would fall. His right hand was still tightly wrapped around his toy. His body screamed at the movement and he winced.

"It hurts!"

He sniffed, not helping a few tears leaking from beneath his closed eyelids, making their descent down his cheeks. He didn't know who this girl was but she seemed nice and she had saved him from those bullies. And when she had looked at him, it was just like how Aunt Cass would look at him whenever he was hurt. In the little boy's books she was an Angel. The girl in response stroked his head, running her hand through his black hair.

"Its alright, honey! We'll patch you up in no time."

She whispered soothingly in the boy's ear. Securing the younger boy at her hip, her arms still wrapped tightly around his small frame she quickly, yet steadily, walked over to the bench nearest to them. It was partially hidden behind a clump of bushes. The black haired girl placed the younger boy on the bench as carefully as she could.

"There we go!" She said as she unwrapped her arms from around him and leaned back to look at him. Hiro looked up at her with big brown eyes filled with fear. The girl smiled soothingly and stroked his hair again.

"Don't worry they won't be coming back." She reassured him, as she sat down next to him. As she pulled off her bag she eyed the rocket that he was still gripping.

"That what they were after?" She said, nodding her head at the toy. Hiro nodded as he held up the toy.

"Yeah! They wanted it but I didn't give it to 'em." The girl was in the process of pulling something out of her bag when she stopped.

"And you didn't give it to them?" She asked, simple curiosity laced through her voice. Hiro shook his head energetically.

"No way! My Aunty got me this rocket! I'm not going to give it away to anyone!" His little voice was quite high as he declared his reason. And even though he was injured he still managed to sit up and look straight at her. The girl couldn't help but smile at him.

"Well that was a very brave thing to do." She praised as she pulled out a small box from her bag. Hiro smiled his eyes brightening at the praise.

"Thank you." The girl opened up the box before turning to him.

"I don't think I told you my name. My name is Sakura." She smiled. Hiro smiled back before saying.

"And I'm Hiro!" The girl nodded.

"Hiro huh? Thats a nice name. Never heard of it before. Must be really unique." The younger boy smiled proudly.

"Thank you!" He looked down at his feet for a second before back looking up.

"Your names really pretty!" He declared. The girl, Sakura, smiled again.

"Thank you very much Hiro! Now!" She turned to look inside the box frowning for a second before looking up at him.

"Tell me, where exactly do you hurt?"

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The ducks were swimming in the little pond quite contently. One of the ducks was in the process of burying its head in its wings when suddenly a gust of wind disturbed it and it squawked in surprise, flapping its wings as it did. Tadashi ran across the park his breath coming out in loud pants as he did, his fingers curled around two ice cream cones. It was amazing how the double scoops weren't falling with his speed but right then he didn't care. He couldn't believe he had gotten so side tracked from his one small task.

What was he thinking?!

Leaving Hiro alone like that.

Sure there were people around and this was one of the safest parks in all of San Fransokyo but still! Hiro tended to get into some sort of trouble if he was left alone. And it wasn't like Tadashi had meant to be gone so long. It was just he had stopped to help a little girl whose cat had gotten stuck in a tree. That had taken him about twenty minutes. The stupid cat just wouldn't come to him and remained where it was, at the topmost branch of the tree. Why did cats even climb trees when they didn't know how to get down?!

That was so stupid.

But Mochi wasn't stupid. He was a smart cat.

Why couldn't all cats be like Mochi?

And it was nearly four. They had to be home by 4:30. He would just grab Hiro and leave. They could eat the ice cream along the way. Huffing, the eleven year old heaved a sigh of relief as he caught sight of the clearing where he had left Hiro playing with his toy. Stopping the boy threw his head back, catching his breath before walking into the clearing, calling out as he did.

"Hey Hiro! I got th..."

But then he stopped short.

The clearing was empty!

The sandbox Hiro had been playing in was deserted. Even the kids playing in the field nearby were gone now.

"Hiro?"

His voice rang out, laced with confusion as he stepped forward, expecting his brother to jump out of his hiding place. A few seconds past and when he didn't Tadashi tried again.

"Hiro come out! The ice cream is starting to melt!"

Hiro would never be able to resist the yummy treat. He loved ice cream. But still no Hiro.

"Come on, Hiro! This isn't funny!"

Panic was starting to set in as his eyes darted from one corner of the clearing to another, hoping to catch sight of the five year old.

"Hiro!"

This time the panic was evident as the ice creams dropped from his hands, landing with two dull thumps. Tadashi began to walk around the clearing in a frenzy, peering through the bushes.

"Hiro, where are you?!"

He called. As he stepped around a couple of bushes and stopped short. There lying on the bench was his younger brother, a jacket draped across him, as he slept peacefully. Relief flooded through his body like he had just had some hot chocolate after coming in from the snow, as his shoulders sagged visibly.

"Hiro!"

He whispered the relief evident in his voice as he moved forward. And that was when he finally saw the girl sitting next to his brother, in who's lap his little brother rested his head. For the second time, in the last few minutes, Tadashi stopped short, right in front of the bench, as he caught sight of the girl.

Who was she? And why was Hiro sleeping next to her like he trusted her?

Hiro wasn't the kind of boy who would trust people anytime soon. But right then he was sleeping as peacefully as he would sleep in Aunt Cass's lap!

The girl's eyes were closed, which didn't give him any indication whether she was asleep or not, and had a pair of earphones plugged into her ears. One of her arms was draped over Hiro's shoulder, protectively as if she were unconsciously pulling him closer to her.

Who was this stranger?!

Tadashi frowned, stepping forward, intent on waking Hiro and going home.

After asking who the girl was of course.

His hand had only just grasped his younger brother's shoulder when pain erupted from the side of his face and he stumbled back with a cry. His hand went up to grip his jaw, just as his eyes went up to meet his attacker. Confused brown eyes met furious violet ones.

"If you even think of hurting this kid than that punch will seem like a pin prick compared to what I will do to you!" The girl growled out standing up from her seat as she did.

Him?!

Hurt Hiro!?

Anger flared through Tadashi, as he stood up straight, hands clenched at his sides in fists as he glared back at the girl.

"I would never hurt Hiro!"

Behind the girl Hiro, at the loss of his pillow, blinked sleepily as he sat up, mumbling incoherent words under his breath as he rubbed his eyes. Hearing a very familiar voice his head snapped towards the owner.

"Tadashi!"

A happy shout echoed across the quite clearing as the little boy jumped up from his seat...and landed in a heap on the ground.

"Omph!"

"Hiro!"

Both the older kids broke away from their stare-down as they rushed to help the child on the ground. But Hiro didn't care as he quickly sat up and started to talk, quite fast pulling on both the older kids shirts as he did.

"Sakura! This is my brother, Tadashi, the one I was telling you about! Tadashi, this is Sakura! She made the bullies go away!"

Tadashi paused, crouching next to his brother. His eyes snapped to look at the girl who was mirroring his positions and looking right at him. They held each other's gaze for a second, with Hiro sitting between them, the jacket still draped around him, as he looked back and forth between the two older children. Sakura's eyes widened with horror as she clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Oh God! I am so sorry!" She shrieked, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment as she pushed her face right in front of Tadashi's over Hiro's head, her fingers lifting to lightly touch the bruise already forming on the older boy's cheek.

"I didn't mean to hit you!"

Tadashi blinked. His own cheeks turning red from the girl's rather close proximity. His mind was racing with what his brother had said. Suddenly something seemed to click in his mind and he blinked again.

'She made the bullies go away!'

Tadashi snapped out of his semi-dazed state.

"Bullies!"

He said out loud, tearing his eyes away from violet irises and meeting his younger brother's dark brown ones. Instantly worry filled his voice.

"Hiro are you ok?" He said pulling the younger boy towards him.

"Ow!"

The older Hamada jerked back when Hiro cried out. The girl swatted his hand away from the arm he was gripping.

"Be careful!" She cried as she pushed back the sleeve of the blue shirt the boy was wearing to examine the black and blue bruise on his forearm. Her eyes softened as she gently pulled Hiro towards her, who sniffled and cradled his arm. She looked up to meet his eyes.

"He's hurt!"

Tadashi's insides boiled with anger at the unknown boys who had hurt his brother. He opened his mouth as if to say something than snapped it shut when he saw Hiro looking at him, smiling painfully.

"I'm ok, Tadashi."

The girl looked up to look at him her eyes filled with sympathy and worry. One look at the girl and the older Hamada knew that Hiro had said the exact same think to her as well. A sigh left his lips as he pulled back. Answers would come later. Right now he had to get Hiro back home. Turning around, so his back was facing his brother, he crouched down.

"Come on, Hiro. Lets get you home."

He said as he waited for his brother to climb up. He heard rustling behind him and then felt Hiro climbing on his back. Wrapping his arms around his older brother's neck Hiro shifted as he made himself comfortable. Tadashi turned around to find the girl looking at him. He opened his mouth to say something but she beat him to it.

"Can I come with you?!"

The question sounded more of a plea than a request. Tadashi could see her eyes snap from his bruised jaw, which was still stinging by the way, (seriously how hard a punch could she throw?) to his brother who was looking at her from over his shoulder. He jumped a bit behind him.

"Can she come with us Tadashi?" The younger boy's voice came close to his ear, excited, happy and pleading, making him wince and pull his head away from his mouth but Hiro was insistent as he followed his ear.

"Please?!"

He pleaded, dragging the word out for as long as he could. Tadashi could only pull his ear away as far as it could go.

"Alright! Alright! She can come!" He shouted over his brothers high-pitched voice. He looked at the girl to see her giggling at him as he leaned away from his brother. Hiro gave a loud shout of Yay! making him wince and groan at the volume before he straightened up and looked at the girl. Adjusting his arms behind him, so he had a good grip on Hiro he motioned with his head as he started to walk.

"Come on!"

The girl's face split into a grin, her eyes shining with happiness. She walked after him and falling into step beside him, her backpack slung over her shoulder. Leaning forward she draped the jacket that she had picked up from the ground around Hiro, tucking him in. Hiro smiled as he snuggled deeper into the jacket, closing his eyes as he did, intent on dozing as much as he could.

The girl, Sakura, turned to face the front when she noticed Tadashi looking at her. They looked at each other for a few seconds before she gave a small hesitant smile. After awhile he smiled back. Turning back to look at the path in front of them, the three of them made their way to The Lucky Cat Café, a companionable silence replacing the tension between the two older children.

#tadashi hamada x y/n #tadashi hamada x oc #tadashi hamada x reader #tadashi x reader #tadashi x oc #big hero 6 #disney #disney channel #disney world #walt disney

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slutsssphobia · 1 year

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Hi, I asked for the Obanai x reader fic and it was amazing! Do you think you could continue it? Maybe where he's trying to be a really good(obedient) student to get a reward. Again just a lot of praise and feels free to add to this

Can I be 🕯️anon?

Of course you can . . !

I haven't seen that much obanai smut so i was excited to write this!

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. . .: 𝖭𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒! 𝖮𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗂, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋,𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑,𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄,𝖱𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗈𝖿 g 𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀,𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀

Ever since you and Obanai stayed after that day it never left obanai's mind and was a repeating dream. He was so desperate for your touch his behavior had been improving greatly and you've appreciated it ever since it started. You've also been thinking about that day, you thought about rewarding him but something seemed off. Obanai would purposely drop his pencil at times and lift his ass on your view.

Or he would be showing his work up front and 'accidentally' rub himself against you. His innocent gesture was very tempting to give in to, you being you cracked and finally decided to give obanai what he deserves. After all he has been a good boy. Your good boy.

"obanai, may you stay after for a few minutes?" You asked raising your pen from the paper and putting it aside. "Of course Ms.(last name)!" He happily walked over to you and sat in your lap. "I know you missed me baby~" you whispered into his ear kissing his lobe. He grinded himself onto you and moaned a little too loud.

"is everything okay there?" A nearby teacher heard obanai's loud cry, "everything is fine just hurt myself a bit!" You called dout to the other teacher while obanai undid his shirt. "You almost got us caught baby.." you stared up and down his body taking in his exposed body. 'so perfect' you thought to yourself, "p-please ma'am I've been good!" He cried as you massaged the tent in his pants. "Your hard work has really paid off I think I should reward you yeah?" You asked him caressing his thigh and giving it a light smack.

"mhm~" he let out a groan as he humped into your hand, your hand was cupping his raging boner. You lifted him off your lap and removed your pants slowly teasing him. You smirked as he jittered in his seat trying to contain himself. You finally discarded your underwear and got down on your knees in front of obanai. "Are you ready baby?" You asked removing his underwear circling his tip with your thumb. "Yes give it to me please.." his eyes half lidded as you started to kiss the tip. You bobbed your head swirling your tongue wetting his pale cock. You finally after some time took his full length into your mouth. He threw his head back and let out an animalistic moan, of course he got the attention of the same teacher who had just walked by. "Is everything alright?" This time the teacher had been very insistent on opening the door.

Obanai panicked and shoved your head down his cock and rolled the chair behind the desk which left you gagging around him. The teacher unlocked the door and looked around but hadn't seen you under the desk nor had she seen obanai falling apart.

The teacher left clearly annoyed, you felt obanai cum in your mouth, the liquid ran down your throat slowly. It was enjoyable but Obanai seemed to be on a different planet.

#demon slayer #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kny #sub demon slayer #smut #demon slayer smuts #sub obanai #obanai x reader #obanai smut #kny smuts #obanai iguro

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sluttywonwoo · 2 years

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just been daydreaming about giving woozi the head of his life because mans works so hard and deserves a break the way he’d start so tense and then just become PUTTY in your hands

@fallinwoozi 🤍

he’s got a hand on the back of your head, fingers mindlessly playing with your hair. you’ve been laying on the couch with your head in his lap, drifting in and out of sleep while he watches an episode of an anime he’s already seen all the way through.

he sighs suddenly, sounding exasperated, which tells you that he isn’t paying attention to his show either. you open your eyes to look up at him.

he meets your gaze and sighs. “did i wake you? i’m sorry, baby.”

“i wasn’t really asleep, just sort of nodding off,” you assure him. “what’s on your mind?”

“lots of things,” he mumbles.

“anything in particular you want to talk about?”

jihoon doesn’t really seem to have an answer for you and you don’t want to push him so you just sit there in the silence while he continues combing his fingers through your hair.

“sorry,” he apologizes again when he realizes he’s left you hanging, making you frown. you wish he’d stop doing that. “i’m just sort of out of it.”

“do you want to be distracted?” you ask.

“what do you mean?”

instead of explaining, you turn onto your side, head still in his lap, and reach for the waistband of his sweats. he catches on quickly and laughs.

“are you serious?”

“do you not want me to?”

“i never said that.”

“just thought i could help… empty your head,” you dip your hand into his pants and squeeze his balls through his underwear, “amongst other things.”

jihoon helps you out by lifting his hips and pushing his pants and boxers down just enough for you to pull his cock out. your mouth waters and you press a gentle kiss to the tip, grinning when it twitches against his stomach.

you spit into your palm and begin to coax him to full hardness with your hand, tongue circling the head of his cock before you’re fully enveloping him in your mouth. you’ve always had a sensitive gag reflex so you can’t take all of him but he knows this and has never minded. the fact that you want to give him head at all is more than enough for him, so he’s told you. anything you do feels good and what you can’t fit in your mouth you take care of with your hands, like you are now.

“shit, baby,” jihoon whispers, even though you two are the only ones in the apartment, hand still in your hair.

he’s still stiff underneath you and you need him to relax so you hollow out your cheeks and push yourself down a little further onto his length. it works instantly- his hips stutter and he sighs out as the tension eases from his body. you hum in satisfaction, rewarding him.

“fuck, so good…”

he’s close, you can tell. he just needs a bit more, a bit more, a bit— you take him a little deeper down your throat, trying to ignore the way you’re practically choking on his dick as tears prick the corners of your eyes. you let them fall, unable to control it.

as soon as you look up, your eyes meet jihoon’s and then he’s pulling out and cumming all over your face. you keep your mouth open and stick your tongue out so that you can still taste some of it but most of it lands on your cheeks and your nose. free facial, you suppose.

“sorry, oh my god i’m sorry,” he gushes, taking off his shirt to wipe your face clean. “you’ve never gone that far down, i wasn’t expecting it and i didn’t want to cum in your mouth without asking or warning you at the very least.”

“baby, it’s fine,” you insist. “i wanted to make you feel good.”

his thumbs stroke your cheeks softy and he pouts. “but you didn’t have to push yourself so hard for me. i bet your throat hurts now. do you want me to make you some tea?”

tea did sound nice… but…

“honestly, i’m kind of horny now. if you’re not too tired?”

jihoon smirks. “i’m never too tired for you, my love.”

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut

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ciaoteamo · 1 year

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Relationships with The Recoms

*na’vi reader*

(a/n): they all look so offended💀

*sfw*

*only a few recoms*

Mansk

-He wasn’t the most affectionate guy, but he wasn’t the least.

-He’d never do any public PDA, he lowkey gets shy even when you call him ‘baby’ around others.

-He’d never admit that though.

-He’d rather spend his entire day around only you, he liked the intimacy of being the only ones out.

-Speaking of being the only ones out, he completely destroyed your sleep schedule by waking you up once everyone was asleep.

-He loved the way you’d curse him for waking you one second, and happily drag him along a trail the next.

Lyle

-Being that the two of you were from completely different backgrounds, many of his jokes flew over your head.

-He was always making the effort, nonetheless, anything to keep that smile on your face.

-Lyle made your definition of clingy seem like a long distance relationship.

-He was always touching you.

-Always calling for you.

-Always needing you.

-And you sometimes would get annoyed with him, being that it kept you from doing chores, and when he realized it, he’d go into a full on heartbreak episode.

-He was like a big baby needing it’s mommy for everything.

-You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it though, you could always count on him to be there for you.

Zdinarsk

-Her favorite pass time with you was staring at and tracing your freckles. Especially when they were glowing. No matter how many times you’d say she has them too, she’s claim that yours were prettier.

-You couldn’t lie, it made you a bit giddy, you appreciated all of the small compliments.

- She had many questions for you, and only you. No matter how difficult she knew it was for you to answer. She only felt comfortable bombardino you with them you assumed.

-She always praised you. Sometimes, you were a little embarrassed by how she’d notice exactly when you needed to hear it. Her observation skills were a 10/10, but then again, so was everything to you about her.

-She was honestly your rock, if you had a bad day, she’d go find something to make you feel better, if you were having a good day, she’d make it even better, her #1 priority was keeping you smiling.

Lopez *the short king with no shirt on*

-He often struggled with the Na’vi language, but he loved to hear you speak it.

-He’d ask you to say a lot of things in Na’vi, regardless if he understood it or not, which led to a lot of repetitive conversation.

-You didn’t mind though, you sometimes did the same to him with his Spanish.

-He liked to tell you about the traditions his family would follow that were similar to yours, it made both of you feel more understanding of each other.

-His love language was gift giving, be it something to eat, or something to wear, he rewarded you daily with objects.

-Oh, and your hands tracing his tattoos at night was like a gift from Eywa. He melts like putty every time, growing more thankful for them every night.

-Speaking of tattoos, he low key wasn’t good in the jungle alone yet, every once in a while he’d get into an altercation with an animal that’s never seen a tatted Na’vi and wants him dead.

- Ja was an interesting guy, very quiet and to himself. You would’ve never payed him any kind had he been pure Na’vi.

-You were glad he stuck out though with his short hair and extra finger. Because he was amazing.

-Anyone that didn’t know him, would think he was some rude douche bag. But he had the kindest spirit.

-He made sure to keep you comfortable at all times, giving you space, or a boost when he knows you need it.

-He always did things the hard way however, didn’t ask for help, always let the help literally have to ask for him.

-Life or death? It didn’t matter. He was your sweetheart, and your prideful mate.

Miles

-Honestly, he just loved to look at you.

-Sometimes the way he’d watch you from afar was unsettling, but hey, to each his own.

-Flying with you before bed was his daily routine. Catching you the second before you closed your eyes to go with him.

-Sometimes you’d ride yours, most times you’d just ride with him. Even falling asleep on the back a couple of times.

-And he wouldn’t dare to wake you, making sure things were going as smooth as possible.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Pavlovian Conditioning: Reward

TW: Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Rafe seeks out his reward after showing what he learned with his former tutoring session.

Word Count: 1500

Pavlovian Conditioning 2: Reward

The sudden hand colliding with the table before you made you gasp as you took a quick gander to assess the reason for such vulgar placement.

“Said I got the highest in the class…I would say that deserves a reward…” Rafe spoke proudly as he stood with the grandest grin spread across his chiseled features. If not for the fact he was so handsome, you would find this arrogance anything but arousing, even a turn off. But the way his eyes sparkled with self importance and his lips pulled to that smirk, you could spend all day simply staring at him as it was rare he held such pride. Entitlement, always. But not pride. Not like this. Not from his own hard work. Not from something Ward didn’t endorse or buy him outright. And because of that, you couldn’t help but be proud of him as well.

“Let me see…” You explained as he sat on the side of the bed while you stood on your feet to get to your glasses on the table beside your bed. But as you paced slowly before him, reading through his answers and becoming rather impressed with the detail he clearly seemed to understand with material complicated in contrast to what he was used to, he watched you with great determination and focus.

“So…what kind of reward were you thinking?” You were taken between his legs, your body pulled gracefully over him one leg at a time, before you were straddling him.

“I’ve been thinking A LOT about it…and I was thinking of all that stress and tension…All those questions and multiple choices, which led me to think that I deserve a bit of everything…”

“Oh really?”

He nodded, his fingers pulling at the fabric of your shirt.

“As opposed to every other time when…”

“When I don’t deserve it.”

“Rafe-”

“Don’t. You asked, okay? But now, I have…so I’m expecting you to make good on it…Don’t you think I deserve it…baby?”

“Then what do you want, Rafe? You DID work hard…And ‘highest in the class’ is very impressive…” He nodded.

“Enough to make you soak those pretty little panties for me?”

“They already are…” He bit his bottom lip before positioning you over his thigh.

“Rafe…this is supposed to be for you-”

“Knowing how wet I make you, getting YOU off does so much to me, you have no fucking clue…And this is about ME-what I want, isn’t it?” You nodded.

“Good…so ride my thigh, sweetheart…wanna feel just HOW wet I’ve made you in knowing I’m all smart, just like you…” You smirked as he began to guide your hips over his thigh.

“Rafe…” You moaned.

“Mmmhmmm…I love these hips…so fucking perfect…” He clenched his teeth prior to these words, “But I wanna see all of you…” You nodded, positioning your arms upwards so he could pull the sweater from your arms. When you were revealed to him in only your bra, he set his lips to your chest, running his kiss across your soft skin until he was able to pull the straps freely down to their loose rest at your elbows until releasing from its clasp completely.

“You know why I can never get A’s before that test?” You nodded, half listening as his touch was enough to distract you from anything and everything.

“Because THIS is all I can ever think about…Not just sex. YOU. Your skin…your body…your voice…every part of you…” You were pulled closer to him.

“SEE what it does to me?” He asked as your skirt was lifted from between your thighs so you could feel his cock against your clothed clit.

“How am I ever supposed to focus when I’m always this hard? Teacher was lucky I didn’t doodle my thoughts on the margins of that test…write those pretty little names that I call you instead of my own…”

“Rafe…”

“Keep going, baby…I want you to soak those panties for me…maybe I’ll take ‘em with me to my next test…call it…an incentive…” You bit your bottom lip at the thought.

“My good girl’s panties in my back pocket as I get another A…Maybe even a higher grade than you?” He taunted as your lips were pulled apart by his thumb.

“That sound good for you baby? Hmmm? Wanna come for me?”

“With you…” You moaned as the friction and his grip was enough to make your orgasm tease its presence.

“Please…”

“I don’t want to collect my reward quite yet…it was a long test…I wanna savor this…” You were set onto your feet.

“Rafe?”

“Change my mind…I want to make you squirt in ‘em…” Your eyes widened. “But I want to get something out of it first, okay? So I need you to get on your knees for me. I want more of my…incentive…”

“Slowly-” He corrected as you charged at his cock, taken from his pants, as you nodded.

“Eyes to me…I wanna watch the second they tear up-the second they screw shut when you can’t take it.” You nodded again, silent by his thick shaft pushing beyond your physical limitations.

“Show me how proud you are of me baby…I think there were fifty questions…so how about fifty sucks, huh? Or fifty minutes on your knees?” He guided himself from between your lips so you could answer, a thumb brushing the drool from his chin.

“I want to please you, Rafe, I don’t care how, I can take it.” He clenched his teeth.

“Oh, I know you can…but I want you to enjoy it…So tell me…”

“Fifty sucks.” He smirked.

“Good…I don’t think I can handle more than that…Perfect little mouth knows exactly how to make me come, don’t you?” You nodded.

“Good girl…Slowly. Fifty for me, okay?” You nodded as he began to count.

Counting to ten, he would guide you deeper. Fifteen marked a faster speed. And by twenty five, you were completely breathless, eyes trained to him, as he was strained in grunts and groans over you.

“Oh my fucking God…”

You nodded.

“I don’t know if I can make it to fifty,” He paused, “Thirty two….thirty three…thirty four-”

“God, I wanna come…” You nodded. “Shit…” But he would stop you at forty.

“I want your hand for the last ten…and then you bend over this bed and you’re gonna let me pull that perfect little ponytail until it hurts…” You agreed with a bob to your head.

“Good girl.” You stood over him, bringing spit over the head of his cock, before taking him in your hand.

“Slowly, baby…I’m so fucking close from your throat-”

“I understand.”

“I know you do…” He kissed you sweetly as you began to stroke him.

“Forty one…” He spoke against your lips, holding your hair to keep you against him, “Forty two…forty three…forty four…Faster-Faster!” You obliged.

“Forty five…forty six-forty seven-forty-forty-fuck!” You looked down to the precum staining your hands from its beads before he smirked.

“You like watching what you do to me, don’t you? My girl likes to watch, hmm?”

“Rafe, please…I want to make you come…”

“A few more…then that ass is mine.”

“Forty eight…forty nine-fifty-” Before you could finish counting, you were on your knees and on the bed, the skirt pulled to keep your knees together.

“Stop me if it hurts-”

“I can take it…Don’t be soft…”

He growled, “Fuck…” He groaned before penetrating into you, parting your sex with his aching cock, before bottoming out in slow succession.

“You ARE proud of me…shit…”

“So proud, Rafe!”

“Yeah…I can feel just how much my girl is…”

“Fuck me, Rafe…please-”

“Yeah?” He pulled your hair back far enough so he could look into your eyes.

“Open.” You parted your lips, watching him drop a single line of saliva to your tongue.

“Swallow, I know you know how…” You nodded as he smirked.

“So good to me, aren’t you?”

You nodded as he began to move inside of you, a hand running up your throat keeping you facing him as he watched you breathe heavy from his motions.

“I love watching you…but I can’t take it for another second…”

“Please Rafe…you did so well…let me be good for you…”

“Yeah?” He pushed you into guidance with your cheek to the sheets.

“You always are, yeah?”

“Yes!” You groaned, “Fuck-” You were cut off by a hand to your ass.

“YES!”

“You’re gonna come with me…Give me what I want, right?”

“What you want…yes…What you want…” You spoke quickly as he rounded his hand on your clit.

“Next time, I’m gonna make sure this gets enough love, okay baby? But I gotta come, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry, Rafe…You deserve it…I wanna give it to you-”

“Yeah you do.” He groaned. “Yes you do….oh shit…oh fuck…baby I’m..I’m gonna come… come with me-” He gasped as you pushed back against him.

“YES!” He grunted one final breath of endorsement before folding over you in release, the continuation of his fingers bringing you to yours, before you were turned to face him.

“What do I get for acing the essay portion?” He teased as you smirked, “What about my SAT’s?”

“Whatever you want, Rafe…”

“I fucking love you, baby…”

“I love you too, brainiac.” He teased as he continued to gleam, now in both sweat and pride, as he had been given his reward.

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let-me-fill-you · 1 year

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You live in a remote village where people struggle to conceive, so each pregnancy is treasured. One of your earliest memories is that of a woman lucky enough to bear twins. You clearly remember, even now, how massive she became, how everyone paid her deference... and you remember how keenly you wanted to be like her. Her gravid body became your ideal. Alas, pregnancy has eluded you as an adult, no matter who you lay with, how often you try at it, how badly you pray for the seed inside you to take. It's terrible. You start to consider even the most implausible methods to guarantee a pregnancy.

That's when you learn of a derelict shrine up in the mountains, dedicated to a god of fertility and abundance that no one has worshiped in hundreds of years. But you're willing to try anything at this point. So you make the venture. It's a hard trek, up a winding path that has long since overgrown, but the trail terminates at the mouth of a cave where the foliage is at its thickest. You push through the vegetation, and at the very back is a moss-covered idol that is... rather phallic--impressively so, reaching all the way down to his feet.

You kneel before the altar and pray, although you do not know the god's name. At first, you pray for a single baby, the least you could ask for. But you feel nothing. The longer you remain there, the more earnest you become. You open the floodgates, speaking aloud your wildest fantasies, sharing dreams that left you dripping wet, confessing the envy you've felt whenever you lay eyes on the pregnant belly of another. You abandon all shame, all dignity, debasing yourself before a god that may no longer exist. You don't merely want to be pregnant! You want to be huge! You want a ridiculous amount of babies! You want the heaviest, most gargantuan belly that anyone has ever seen! You want to be the fattest, sexiest, most gravid cow in the history of the world!

As you lay your heart bare, your thoughts become flustered, your cheeks burning with arousal. And eventually, miraculously, your faith is rewarded. A new heat blossoms deep inside you, just at the moment of climax. You rise to your feet, and you already feel different with every fiber of your being. You pull up your shirt to see a gentle swell that wasn't there previously. You're ecstatic, and begin to rush home. Your prayers have been answered!

... perhaps a little too well. If you thought the journey up the mountain was difficult, imagine making the same trek while steadily growing more pregnant. You enter the second trimester, then pass into the third, and at first you are worried about the speed of it, that you'll give birth on the mountain all alone. But your belly never drops. At least, not in the way it should. It just keeps growing, larger and heavier. You look ready to burst with twins, then eventually triplets, which has only happened once in living memory, but you're still growing and growing...

The sun is setting when people spot you coming down the mountain path. You're rather hard to miss. Your belly has swollen to the size of a wagon, a huge expanse of pale flesh covered in stretch-marks and veins. That's not the only thing about you that's changed, however. Each of your breasts is the size of an overfull sack of grain. Your hips have gotten so wide, no one else would be able to walk beside you without falling off the path. Your thighs are now like tree trunks, not merely with fat (which you are) but the muscle necessary to convey you and your heavy burden down the mountain. Your legs are on fire. Obviously, your clothes were torn to shreds about halfway down the mountain, exposing your gravid body to the brisk mountain wind. Your huge, stiff nipples are so thick around, you can't wrap your hand around either one. Oh, and the sloshing. Once your breasts swelled to a sufficient size, they began to noisily slosh. Sometimes they would start leaking all on their own, dribbling down your mound of a belly and down the mountain steps (unbeknownst to you, wherever that milk fell, plantlife flourished). As you can imagine, you had to make more frequent stops the larger you became, stopping for minutes at a time just to descend a few more meters. It's hard to get air into your lungs when they can't fully expand, with your colossal womb in the way. And you're starving, hungrier than you thought was inhumanly possible, deep as the ocean. And, of course, you're doubly exhausted from growing so impossibly huge.

You hear shouting, exclamations of both relief and confusion about your new form. You were modest this morning, and you've returned as a fertility idol. How could it be anything else but the work of the gods? Your proportions aren't humanly possible. But that doesn't matter so much as getting you inside and off your feet! A dozen people come to help you; some take your hands, while everyone else bends down to lift your enormous belly, that low threatens to drag across the ground. You mention food, and immediately receive promises to be fed; a whole feast, even! Yes, the whole village will celebrate! You're so very pregnant, you'll have babies for everyone! It all washes over you, your body is kaput and your brain is mush. But you feel, more than anything, a bone-deep satisfaction, fulfillment like never before.

You live in a village that will soon have many, many children running around.

#; pregnancy #; rapid preg #; lactation #; mine

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet angel

With a heart of gold, sweet lips, and white lace all over your body — he’s pretty sure you’re his sweet angel.

REQUEST. lingerie under his white button up shirt for gojo + somnophilia + established relationship + oblivious reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, somnophilia, mentions of insecurity, very slight angst, creampie, cockwarming, body marking, UNEDITED

NOTES. I haven’t written Gojo for a while but I sure do missed it! We’re gonna have more Gojo content this week too! if i finish my wips anyway lmao

The clock blinks back a painful three am to you, the time way past what Gojo’s promised. You don’t stop the sigh leaving your cherry red lips as you stare at the mirror, jaw clenching at the sight. Today’s supposed to be your second anniversary with Gojo, and instead of spending it on a skyscraper dinner like last year’s, you both insisted on staying at home for a more romantic date instead.

Him being the strongest sorcerer, it’s only a given that he’ll be busy, even to this day. He’s unable to take a day off, but he promised to come home on time.

The dinner’s gone cold, the candles melted and aroma of roses sticking hard to the walls. You’re wearing his favourite black dress paired with ankle boots, wrists clinking from the bangles and makeup done to perfection. Today’s supposed to be simple, quiet, and romantic – especially with your surprise for him – but he’s still not home.

Washing your face in the sink and covering the dishes, you blow out the candles, heading back to your shared room to call it a day. You swipe your dress with Gojo’s white button, wanting to feel that he’s still with you even with just his scent.

A blaring red that reads three forty-five is the last thing you see as you burrow deep into the covers, trying your best to ignore the panging in your heart.

He promised he’d be home soon.

“Honey! I’m ho—” Gojo blinks at the darkness of your penthouse, hands patting the walls before flicking on the lights. He’s not surprised to see that it’s neat as usual, but then his gaze lands on the dining table, and that’s when he realizes he’s fucked up.

The candles are already melted halfway, one wine glass still and the other already washed in the sink. You must’ve taken a few sips as you waited for him; an image he can imagine already. He’s admired you long before dating you that Gojo’s used to your habits, like how you’d rotate the drink in your glass three times before you drink, tongue darting out to taste the wine mixing in with your lips.

He knows all this, mostly because it always drives him crazy when you do that, and he’s lost count of the times he’s pushed you up against the counter, shoving his tongue between your lips to find out what it is about wine and flavoured lipsticks you liked so much.

It’s a little hellish to him the more he thinks about it, even more so because you’re completely unaware of your effect on him.

But he’s not the only one, since no matter how perceptive Gojo could be, he’s scatterbrained more often than he likes to admit. And of fucking course he forgot tonight was your anniversary. He never set dates on his calendars, waving his hand and confidently stating he had an ultra memory and didn’t need reminders.

Well, now that ultra memory is reminding him of the last time he’s forgot to attend your work event, a time you needed him more than anything else, and you didn’t talk to him for a week straight.

He wishes you would shout at him, push or shove him even, call him names and tell him he’s horrible, but you’ve always been a sweet, little thing – you’re timid even in your frustration. You never glared at him, never scolded him, and it’s even more terrifying because you’re still so sweet to him – preparing him meals, giving him a kiss before he leaves for work – but Gojo isn’t entirely dumb. He notices how you turn away from him in your sleep, your arms that would usually be wrapped around his torso now hugging yourself in an attempt to make yourself small and invisible.

That’s how you felt every time Gojo doesn’t keep to his word.

Unseen. Unloved. Unheard. Unimportant. He’s no mind reader, but it’d be pushing it if he can’t even turn to your thoughts like that.

And even in your slumber, it’s written all over your face, evident in the way tears are staining your cheeks under the sheets. Gojo sighs upon seeing your crumpled form on the bed, your dress hanging neatly from the closet and your heels placed beneath it. He crouches down in front of the shoe, his hands crumpled into fists. This wasn’t just any shoe – it’s the one he made you get during that time you were debating whether you could pull it off, but he encouraged you that you looked gorgeous in anything. Despite having bought it a long time ago, you never wore it, only on this day because you trust your comfort and safety around him; one he’s so effortlessly crushed.

Gojo quickly changes into his pyjamas not long afterwards, sliding himself next to your body in slow, careful movements to not wake you up. Aside from a slight stir, you remain deep asleep, the frown permanent and deep on your face.

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because he knows he’s the one who caused it.

Gojo runs his hand across the apple of your cheeks, caressing your precious face on his palm before leaning forward to kiss your head. You smell amazing too, and yet, you’re uncomfortable with whatever’s playing in your head. He could take a good guess and assume it’s him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, sliding his arm over your body to pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to forget, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He knows he should apologize when you’re awake, but he wants to say it now before his guilt eats up at him. Gojo’s eyes flutter close when his hands come into contact with something...lacey, and he pauses, lifting the sheets to inspect the material. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but his breath stutters anyway, his aquamarine eyes zeroed in on his shirt draped over your form, the top three buttons left open and you’re not wearing shorts.

Gojo curses under his breath. His reaction is immediate; blood rushing to his groin and legs nudging yours apart. He doesn’t bother hiding under the sheets not anymore as he runs his hand over your body, his touch suddenly so cold in contrast to your warmth.

He’s fucked you a lot of times in different places and angles, so he shouldn’t be so nervous, yet he is, and his hands are fucking shaking.

His head snaps to your one more time, revelling in the way you open your legs just as he pries them apart. Even in your sleep, you’re still so trusting, so wanting – so perfect for him. Gojo situates himself between your thighs as he unbuttons your shirt one by one, his teeth clenched so hard it wouldn’t be anything surprising if he actually cracked his jaw.

You’re nothing short of looking like an angel; the thigh straps squeezing the flesh of your thighs and exuding such heavenly beauty he’s stunned.

You let out a sigh at his erection rubbing you through his boxers, completely unaware that Gojo’s fallen back on his thighs, eyes wide at the white lingerie set clad in your body. He licks at his lips, debating which land he should trudge on first.

The thigh straps he wants to rip with his fingers, the white lace panty that’s already nearly transparent with your arousal, or the frilly cups holding your breasts in place?

This is the first time Gojo’s gotten close to losing his mind, and lose his mind he did. Thoughts of making it up to you flies out the window, his emotions running turbulent with anger and regret in place. If he’d just gotten home, if he’d just killed the curses faster, he could’ve kissed you and heard you beg for him in your awakened state; he’d have the pleasure of seeing you squirm under him while he rips this pretty set apart.

His dick throbs harder at the fact you wore this for him, but you must’ve been so tired and sad to wear proper pyjamas. Should he be thankful? Angry at himself for making you feel this way?

He doesn’t fucking now, his mind is nothing but a mess as he sucks a wet spot into the juncture of your neck, large hands groping your breast. You mewl a little at the contact, neck arching to the side while you sigh, that slight dip in your brow a telltale you must be still in a sleepy daze.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters through pants as he cups your mound, only to be met with such astounding wetness. You look so innocent right now in comparison to your soft moans that it ruins him. You’re a good girl, such a sweet lover for him that you’re always letting him take in charge under the trust he’ll make you feel good. This trust is extended even in your wildest dreams, but you don’t need to worry about that. He’ll soon make it a reality.

Gojo is too needy that he doesn’t bother pulling your thong off anymore, pulling it to the side with two fingers before his thumb flicks at your clit. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale, cheeks planted to the pillows and you look so pretty, so hauntingly oblivious that the only thing able to pull the strongest sorcerer limb by limb apart is through your needy wet cunt.

He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning when his tip is coated with your slick, the warmth of your pussy radiating off of him. It’s fucking stupid that Gojo shivers, and he knows it’s pathetic because he chuckles, lifting both your legs up before he hugs them to his chest.

You’re so wet that Gojo no longer finds the need to prepare you, his eyes falling down to where your bodies connect, breath taken away at how your lips eagerly spread apart to take him in. He’s a little too big for your tiny, sweet pussy that your lips pinch into a flat line, chest rasping up and down.

He wants to apologize, wants to caress your face and look you in the eyes as usual to tell you that you’re doing good, just breathe and the pain will be gone soon.

The situation deprives him of that privilege, so he’s left with no choice but to kiss your ankles affectionately before thrusting all the way in. A loud moan echoes around the room the moment he’s seated in, dick throbbing inside your heated pussy that’s so tight it’s nearly suffocating.

“Oh, my baby,” he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to completely wake you up despite the fact you’re unconsciously grabbing the sheets already. “My sweet, pretty angel – I’m so sorry daddy couldn’t fuck you tonight but look at you, you’re so wet,” he bites your calf at the last word to muffle his groans, the tight sucking in of your pussy to his length making his cock throb. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, hm? You must be so unsatisfied, but I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gojo’s unable to keep his promise to you before, but he’ll definitely keep this promise now. He leaves little love marks at your skin, reaching forward to tug the cups of your bra down. He’s rewarded with the intoxicating luxury of watching your breasts bounce at his pace, your nipples the only thing stopping the material from completely falling.

You mewl at the pleasure he’s giving you, the constant friction of your hardened buds against the cups must be so heavenly by now, and you’re tightening around him, walls clamped down over his dick that Gojo never wants to let go.

He thrusts harder this time in response to your greedy sucking, his tip kissing your cervix. You throw your head back deeper into the pillows, hands patting every spot beside you. He knows that look all too well – mouth falling open, eyes shut tight, brows pinched together and that angelic little pant – it’s the face you always wear when you’re about to cum and Gojo wants to make it up to you, pushing your legs to the side before heaving his weight forward.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “Coming already?”

The sudden stretch in your body only has your walls sucking him harder, his hips stuttering in its pace. Gojo kisses you flat on the lips as his hands thread to yours, squeezing it momentarily just as pleasure washes over him too. You come first, the spasms of your cunt similar to that one time you’ve accidentally gripped him too hard in your hand that Gojo’s cum suddenly landed on your eye. It’s tight, too fucking tight, that Gojo actually loses the ability to breathe.

His hips snap harder, dick driving deeper into your hole that’s already leaking out with cum. Your precious lingerie set is ruined, guaranteed to get him another pout that Gojo shakes his head, gripping hard at your hips while he chases his own high.

“I’ll get you another one, angel, I’ll buy you – fuck! – all the sets you need if it means dressing pretty for me like this,” he stutters in one breath, mouth latching around your nipple. He tugs at it in his need to reach his breaking point, no longer caring that you’ll wake up anytime soon, not when he’s so close and the squelching of your pussy sounds like heavenly music to his ears. Gojo thrusts in one last time hard enough that his balls make a loud slapping sound against your ass, but he doesn’t slide out, keeping himself right deep into your cunt in his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Gojo falls on top of you, thankfully still strong enough to not crush you with his weight. He’s leaving fluttering kisses all over your face, your sweat slicking his skin.

He wants to pull out from the sensitivity, but you feel so warm and comfortable that Gojo plops down to the side, hugging your back and kissing your shoulder with panted breaths. You’re still recovering from the tremors of your orgasm that’s most likely still a dream to you, body trembling in his arms. Gojo does you a favour by throwing your bra to the side, his hands acting as a replacement for the missing piece.

He sighs onto your neck, barely managing to properly cover the both of your bodies in his exhaustion after a long day. He holds you close and tight in his arms, an I love you merely audible from his lips, followed by a regretful I’m sorry.

Gojo dreads tomorrow morning, in all honesty. There’s no easy way to explain that he “simply forgot” after all your efforts, his heart already darkening with the fear of seeing you pull away like you did the last time. His eyes droop down as he makes a mental note to just do whatever he can, but you’re stirring in his arms, lips puckered at the edge of his jaw.

“Satoru,” you whisper, hands tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

Soft snores follow after that, but Satoru is wide awake just as you’ve fallen asleep once more. He’s left speechless, and he doesn’t hold back in hugging you closer to his chest as a silent promise of never leaving you alone again. Even now, you’re still such a sweet angel, and how lucky is he to find someone like that?

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