#It just rolls off the tongue before you can stop it

[satorena]

༊*·˚ D!CK OFF LIMITS !?

bad ☆ summary. why won’t he let you suck his dīck?

warnings. explicit content. 18+. foul language. cunningulus. fīngerīng. premature ejacūlatīon. semi public sēx. usage of toys. facials. mirror sēx. dom/sub undertones. preestablished relationships. reader is a fiend for his dick. afab!reader. could be angsty at some point ? fwb to . . . lovers ? 7.4k words (kill me now).

rena's ☆ note. this idea came to me while i was drunk.

you wonder if gojo thinks you have gingivitis.

that thought was unlikely, as he was always eager to shove his tongue down your mouth, tongues sloshing and secreting saliva as his hands roamed between your thighs, knuckles deep into your cunt.

then maybe he assumed you were a biter— which would be highly hypocritical of him, as he’s known to get on his knees in the nearest bathroom stall and flip your skirt up, push your panties to the side and plunge his canines into the flesh of your ass before tongue fucking you.

well, maybe he simply didn’t get off on pleasing you— yeah you knew it wasn’t that one, if the way he thrusted his bulge in the air whenever your thighs wrapped around his head for relief every time he ate you out said anything.

you simply didn’t understand— what man would refuse receiving head after giving the nastiest of it?

your fingers clawed at a snowy pile of hair, back arched as you ground your hips into his mouth. he ate your pussy like a starved man, sloppy and coordinated, as his lips latched onto yours as if he’d die without your taste in his mouth

his tongue swiped up your juices as he lapped at your folds, dragging the top of his wet muscles against your core, nibbling at your puffy clit. gojo was on his knees, moaning like a slut in between your thighs as you used him to chase your orgasm.

“ngh, fuck— right there baby,” you mewled, toes curling as your back hit the cold wall of the bathroom stall. his hands gripped at your ass, caressing and squeezing the mounds to pull you in tighter than you’d already been. your mind felt hazy, so overcome with lust that you were ready to burst your dam down his throat. “oh m’ goddd, so fuckin’ close toruuu!”

“give it all t’me pretty baby,” his words come out muffled, only pulling away just slightly. his rosy lips are glossed your arousal and his saliva, a consistency so thick it connects a strand of fluid from your bottom lips to his own. his skin is blotched in lust, cerulean eyes dazed in awe. “cum in my mouth princess, needa taste you.”

your orgasm washes over you before you can even register it, a sensation so powerful you cry out as your dam erupts. splurges of your essence shoots from your cunt down to his mouth, and as you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, you notice so does he. his fingernails dig into the flesh of your skin, pinning you down as he humbly welcomes your cum.

“s’gooddd, shit toru!” you feel your bottom lip quivering, limbs twitching from overstimulation as he continues to ravish you. your groin tingles in heat, body weak as it succumbs to the pleasure gojo gives it. you feel weak, a feeling you’re never able to adapt to no matter how much he attempts to prepare you for it. “uhn uhn— too much, can’t take it!” your head shakes from side to side, nails clawing at his scalp as you attempt to push him away.

the pad of his fingers slip from your ass to snake in between your legs, spanking your wet pussy thrice to keep you in check, and your knees crumbles. gojo latches his lips at your clit once more, and you feel the world blackout. “stop that— fuckin’ take it baby. i know my good girl can take it.”

he leaves you no choice, eyes trailing upwards to land on your figure, the dip in your back so sinful that you feel as though both your bodies have merged into one. his tongue works so deep into you, it feels as though you’re both puzzle pieces that were made to connect to one another. your thighs are quivering around his head, and you feel your back slipping against the wall. shit.

“mmhm, nooo, ‘m gonna cum again!” you pout, tears built at your lash line now streaking down your cheeks. it’s all too much— the sensation so raw that you look for an escape. you want to push him off, to take a breather and regain your composure. but he’s looking at you with such expectations, eyes shimmering with eagerness as he lifts both your legs onto his shoulder for support.

he manhandles your body like it’s nothing— like you weigh nothing. your limp body now slides upwards, higher up in the air than you’d been a second ago. gojo rises to his full height and motorboats into your dripping cunt.

you wail out, head throw back against the stall as a desperate mouth gnaws at your folds. you’re sure he’s dripping from his mouth to his chin, a mixture of fluids so prominent that it dribbles down to the marble floor. “haaah, oh shit— baby, i can’t— fuck, y’eat my pussy sooo fuckin’ good!” the praises flow past your tongue so naturally, hands torn between pushing and pulling away from the painful pleasure. “nghhh, i— ‘m gonna— holy shit!”

your back hits the wall in waves of full body twitches, your cunt clamping down on his tongue as you weakly splurts drops of more cum. fat tears stain your cheeks, blood rushing hotly from head to toe, spraying gojo’s face in your essence.

“atta fuckin’ girl.” he groans into your pussy, almost more drunk on the taste of you than you are. he flicks his tongue up and down, dragging your orgasm as far as he can, completely enthralled by the desperate thrusts of your hips into his face. you’re smearing his face with your fluids, and from the fucked out look on your face— eyes crossed and tongue lolled out, he decides this might be the best way to go. “there we go— yeah baby, jus’ like that, mhmm.”

the timeline from your coming down to actually coming down to the floor is all blurry, but you’re barely able to stand on your two feet when you feel his hand cup at your chin tightly. his index finger raises your face to stare up at his, all moist from fluids and humidity but you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier.

his lips meet yours desperately, lips sloshing over one another as the taste of your cum now sits atop your taste pallets. his free hand snakes around your waist, holding you still as you lazily loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

he’s so good at it all— the nibbles of his teeth at your bottom lip making your legs go weak, stomach churning in more lust. he smells like a mixture of you and his expensive cologne— so satoru like, that you’re positive if this keeps going, you may blackout on the cold floor of this bathroom stall in the club.

he kisses you like he’s got something to prove, and eventually your lungs are filled with his provided oxygen, and you truly believe you’re going to pass out. you pull just slightly away, much to his disdain. he whines, tip of your noses just barely an inch away as you pant over his cupid’s bow. “fuck.”

“mmhm, that good?” gojo teases, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk you’re too familiar with. you don’t have it in you to flick his forehead.

instead, you opt with sighing. “that good.” your hands trail down his nape, nails grazing at the sensitive skin beneath his undercut, scratching and lightly pulling at his locks. he shudders at your touch, leaning forward to rest his sweat forehead against yours.

your touches lower from his shoulders down to his chest, grazing your fingers over his perky buds, teasing his nipples. he’s so touch starved, jaw slackened as he moans— breath warm as it fans your face. your hands begins to lower down to his hips, seductive touches that has him biting his lips, hips instinctively jerking to meet with your light grazing.

you keep steady eye contact with him as your hands finally land at his raging bulge. the material over his hard-on is damp in his pre cum, and it feels hot beneath your touch. with a slight tilt of your head, “lemme take care of you, toru.”

you can see him battling his own thoughts. his pupils widen in lust, orbs swimming in excitement as you palm his erection more precisely. he’s twitching beneath your cupped hand, humping against your palm as his throat erupts a desperate pant.

you wonder if today’s the day he’s finally going to let you see his dick— to let you swallow him whole and please him just as he does with you. you want to get on your knees and take him so far down your throat that tears build and you force gags back down. you’re sure he’s all pretty and pink, a length to match his abnormally tall height and girth ready to stretch your throat muscles.

but as always, just like the night before, he chuckles and shakes his head. he’s refusing you again, hands gripping at your waist to push you away from him.

“you know i can’t do that baby,” he sighs, a small smile appearing on his wet lips. you can tell he’s frustrated with himself, so unsure as the pad of his thumbs rub the bare skin of your waist. you jut your bottom lip in annoyance, although expecting his refusal. “maybe next time, yeah?”

you’re annoyed as you push him away, pushing your skirt back down so it falls down your ass. and you’re sure he notices too. you don’t object when he grabs the toilet paper from the stall to clean the left over mess between your thighs— though your arms do cross over the flimsy material of your tight top over your chest.

“mhm, sure.”

☆ ☆

about a week later, you’re on all fours on his annoyingly large king-sized bed, hands clawing at his sheets as you push your hips back into his fingers. he’s scissoring your cunt open, knuckles-deep in and every precise thrusts has you seeing stars.

“yesyesyes!” you nod your head feverishly, babbles slipping past your tongue and dribbling down the damp sheets beneath you. “oh m’god, feels sooo fuckin’ good, ngh!” there you sat naked and exposed, getting the life fucked out of you by his fingers alone, a length so impossible that you’re convinced his index and middle finger eventually bump your cervix with how deep he works himself into you.

gojo lands a few kisses at the back of your thighs, kneeled down at the edge of his bed as he twists his fingers into your cunt. he’s enamoured by the sloppiness of your tight pussy gripping at his digits so desperately, a squelching sound so harmonious it has him rubbing his own thighs against one another.

“face down, baby.” gojo commands, his free hand coming up to press at your lower back. you obey his order, pressing your cheek down against his sheets, arms silently thanking the man for the break of supporting your body up. you mewl when you feel him plunging his teeth into the soft skin of your ass, before running a wet tongue over the stinging pain. “there’s my good girl. heh, such an obedient lil’ thing.”

you lay pressed against his bed as you take his ruthless pounding, the tip of his fingers reaching the gummy spot that has stars dancing at the back of your eyelids. god, he always knew how to make a mess out of you— your body his temple, a book he’s dead over a million times and has learned to memorize.

“cute lil hole jus’ seems sooo enticing,” you feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your twitching rim, waves of warm air tickling the muscle. it doesn’t surprise you when you feel his wet tongue caressing your tight hole with light touches, just pushing slightly past unspoken boundaries. your stomach tightens the more relaxed he becomes, lapping from the bottom of your cunt up to your asshole, savouring you whole as he works himself into your clingy pussy.

“t-toru, oh yes baby— ‘m gonna cummm!” you whine, sobbing when your orgasm finally does catch up to you— as if he hadn’t already known. you walls clamp down on his fingers for dear life, folds twitching as they secrete your honeyed essence all over his hand and down to his sheets.

gojo never lets up, stringing along as he encourages you even further, “that’s it babyyyy, there we go.” drool slips past his kiss-bitten lips and down to your sopping wet cunt, tongue still working its way at the tightness of your forbidden hole. you look so fucking cute all shaken up, barely keeping yourself together as your moans echoes off his walls and fade into the stillness of the night.

he’s so fucking hard it hurts, but he’d take seeing you wrecked and ruined by his hands alone over the selfish tendencies of asking you to take care of him back. and he knew you’d known that already, if the way your body immediately lurches forward to melt into the sloth ess of silk sheets beneath you said anything.

you feel large hands grip at your thighs, trailing up before landing on your ass. he spreads apart your cheeks, sticky residue spreading your pussy lips with a sinful sound. you shiver, the cold breeze hitting your cunt a mix of overstimulated senses hitting at once.

he collects your liquids at the pad of his fingers, before wrapping his tongue around the digits. he nearly cums at your taste alone, “fuckkk, y’taste so fuckin’ sweet, princess.” and he pushes forward to drag his tongue along the evidence of your orgasm on your thighs, trailing up to the cleft of your ass and to your cunt, cleaning up after his mess.

you know better, and yet you still try anyway. with a shy tilt of your head, you look back to the starved man between your thighs and offer the prettiest smile you can, cheeks flushed in heat and lips glossed in saliva. “y’gonna let me take care of you yet?”

it doesn’t surprise you when he chuckles, releasing the fat of your cunt from his mouth with a nasty pop! to rise up to his full height, bending over your body to entrap yours within his arms. your back arches as you tilt your head backwards to meet his gaze, boobs pressed up together.

he stares at you with an unreadable expression, though the prominent dimple sitting in his cheek pops. “this was more than enough for me, ya little minx.”

☆ ☆

“if we get c-caught, i’ll fucking kill you.” you whisper, hands curling at the edge of his office desk. your eyes repeatedly darted towards the unlocked door, right before you, where anybody could walk into his office and see their boss on his knees for you during his lunch break, eating you out.

he pulls away with a dreamy sigh, a firm grip on your ass jiggling the cheek. “a man can’t enjoy his lunch in peace? not my fault ‘m starving.” there’s a filthy string of your essence and his saliva that connects from his lips to your lower ones.

“get real!” you hiss at him, despite the familiar feeling of heat licking at your limbs. “you asked me to bring your lunch and— ohhh!” your words soon die in your throat as your head rolls forward, and your bottom lip now tucked beneath your teeth. the warmth slide of his tongue at your clit has your nails scratching the surface of his desk, and your back curves into him.

“you worry too much,” gojo mumbles, before pressing a kiss to your pussy. he feels it throb against him, as he hums and runs the pad of his fingers against your messy folds. you shudder at the stimulation, your hips subconsciously grinding down on his fingers to follow his wavelength. with a smug smile, “see? at least yer pussy’s honest wimme— just lemme take care of her.”

“f-fucking bastard.” you grit through your teeth, though you make no objections. you could act high and mighty all you wanted, you never pushed him away whenever he offered to please you. it was almost like he solely got off on it— your pleasure alone. “i h-hate you.”

“love you too, princess.” he smirks, and you decide to brush off the tight squeeze at your heart at his words.

his tongue fucked into your hole yet again, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. you really couldn’t get enough of this— of him. you’d repay him your gratitudes if he’d let you. you’d push him back, lay him down and suck his dick eagerly if only he’d let you. you wonder the length of his cock, if it curves, how flushed his tip must get or how much pre leaks from his slit. you want it so bad, and fuck if only he’d let you. but,

he doesn’t.

he gives and gives but never takes. he’ll call you and tells you he’s in dire need of eating you out— of making you cum, and the minute you return the same energy, he finds an excuse to walk away. you’re slowly losing your mind— you crave the taste of him on your tongue, to hear how whiney he sounds once his tip hits the back of your throat, or how pretty he’d look with his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and hips thrusting uncontrollably into your mouth.

“toruuu,” you whine, tilting your head back. tears build in your eyes as they accumulate at your lash line. your bottom lip juts, a soft pout resting on your lips as you flutter your lashes at the man behind you. even with a mouth full of your pussy, his eyes never lie. “c’mon, lemme return the— ngh, favour,” you feel a beat of a pause at your words, and you egg it on further. “i know you’re rock hard. . . you c-can put it in, i won’t, mmhm—mind.”

he swears he cums. he swears he feels his balls tighten and release hot and thick strings of cum in his slacks, briefs tainted white with shame. you were going to be the death of him— you and your doe eyes, glossy lips and perky ass. it grows sticky between his thighs, but his hips twitch as his throat erupts a guttural groan.

“you can’t just fucking say that,” gojo whines, nuzzling his nose into the cleft of your ass. he’s whimpering against your skin, breath warm and moist as his panting grows heavier by the second. you shake your hips against his face, batting your full lashes, and he groans even louder. “you have no idea what you do to me—fucking hell.”

“enlighten me then.” you reach your hand out to fluff his pile of damp hair. he instinctively leans into your touch, peppering kisses all over your skin. you’d never thought you’d have the gojo satoru on his knees for you, demanding you let him please you. “let me suck your dick toru, ‘m real good at it.”

his breath hitches in his throat and you’re positive you’ve finally got him. he’s going to cave in and sit on his office chair, pull his pants down and let you handle his mess. he’s going to realize he’s wasted plenty of time pushing the idea away the second you swallow his length whole and—

“i’m sure you are,” gojo speaks, but you can tell there’s a but following. you sigh, and he offers a sheepish smile in return. “but you know ‘m good here. just wanna make you feel good— your pleasure is mine, i promise. trust me on that, yeah?”

all arguments are thrown out the window the instant his lips latch back onto your sloppy ones.

☆ ☆

“uhn uhn. . . ‘s too muchhh!” you whine, squirming in his lap in attempts to run away. your clit ached almost painfully, repeatedly abused by the vibrations of the toy gojo had stimulating. the soft hums of the vibrator echoed in the room in harmony with your pleads, but gojo was a sadist and unfortunately you might’ve been a masochist. “c-can’t cum anymore!”

“aweee, but of course you can!” he kisses the sensitive skin on your neck, before nuzzling his nose into the crook. his legs spread wider to further open your shaky ones, and his free hand cups at your breast. “you pussying out on me, baby?”

no, you were not. “of c-course not,” you muster to glare at him through the reflection of the mirror before you both. piercing blue eyes never left your body for a second, drinking up every reaction you had to offer him. you nearly felt . . . shy at his gaze. “just hurts a little, fuckkk, you mean b-bitch.”

“mmhm.” gojo nods, fingers tweaking at the buds of your stiff nipples. he rolls the bud between his knuckles, drawing out broken moans out of you as the consistent buzz of the vibrator at your pussy doesn’t let up. he presses another kiss, at your temple, “you’re my good girl, i don’t expect otherwise.”

you bite your lip, cheeks flushing in what feels like embarrassment. him and his damn praises. he knows what he’s doing to you, rosy lips tugging into that smirk as his facial expression scream smug. you wish you could punch the bastard right in the face, but that thought is quickly gone when he pinches hard at your tits.

“shittt,” you mewl, grinding your hips down on his. you feel his bulge poking at your ass— so hard and prominent, proof of his arousal. his lap is drenched in your juices, evidence of multiple rounds seeping into the material of his sweatpants. “so fuckin’ good, hnng, you’re sooo fuckin’ good to me.” you raise an arm to grab at the base of his neck, threading your fingers through his soft locks.

you ooze sex appeal, everything you do and say so erotic, and gojo is easily your slave. “yeah?” he mumbles into your skin, though he looks at your reflection through snowy lashes. your back arches sinfully, ass pressed so snuggly against his lap and your pussy leaking buckets worth of cum. “tell me, what else am i?”

the vibrator attacking your clit has your left leg shaking uncontrollably, the knot in your stomach quickly tightening. you chew on your bottom lip, eyelids resting shut as you focus on spewing your next words, carefully selecting them. you can’t help the chuckle that reaches your mouth instead of a moan, “a bitch.”

“oh?” gojo cocks an eyebrow, another chuckle now audible despite it not coming from you. he drags the vibrator down your slippery folds and all the way back up to your clit, and you tighten your hold on his hair. “those weren’t supposed to be your next words, sweetheart.”

“y-you’re a bitch,” you continue regardless, and gojo can’t deny he’s attracted to you for your sheer audacity. he’s always been a fiend for a good challenge. “won’t even let me give you head— ngh, thought i was the one with a pussy.”

“you’re wounding my ego here,” gojo slides his hand from your tits and trail it all the way up to your mouth. he spreads your lips with two fingers, before hooking them at the corner of your mouth. “callin’ me a pussy? that’s a low blow, baby.”

you squint at him through the foggy mirror, applying pressure to the bulge poking at your ass. you smile when he groans into your ear, “you got a small dick or somethin’? gotta say— fuck, s-sure doesn’t feel like you do.” you throw your head back onto his shoulder, lips grazing over the shell of his ear, “should i check for myself? hnng, see if satoru owns a pussy?”

there’s a click in the air and suddenly the humming of the vibrator stops. finally. had you finally blown his fuse? ironically, your clit secretes more liquid as the idea of him finally pulling his pants off and dicking you down comes to mind. once his pride deflates, he does whatever he can to prove otherwise.

you’re sure you’ve got him.

“heh, you’ve got some nerve.” gojo snorts, and you don’t register how he’s manhandle you to the floor, hands holding your entire upper body steady as your thighs now wrap around his shoulders. the position has your back arched like a cat, and you raise your head up to watch him confusedly through the glass mirror.

two firm hands grip at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he licks his lips hungrily, “it’s lookin’ like you’ll never know.” he bares his fangs at you, and you sigh before he feasts again.

☆ ☆

it doesn’t feel right. none of it does. it’s nowhere remotely near cheating, and yet, as this man litters your neck and chest with loving kisses, you feel your stomach churning in guilt.

here he is, offering himself to you, willing to give you what you’d been deprived off since you’d started your arrangement with gojo— willing to rock your world, bump hips and coax an penetrative orgasm out of you— but all you could think about was how wrong this all felt.

though a pleasant smell, these sheets don’t smell like him. they don’t feel like him either. instead of wide cerulean eyes and untamed white hair is stern brown eyes and kept blonde hair. where should be blotches of red on flawless skin is stress lines infused skin.

you felt awful, burning touches trailing between your thighs instead of that electricity that had your stomach twisting with butterflies.

“is everything alright?” the man pulls away from your legs, and questions. he’s so kind, willing to ask how you’re feeling in the midst of it all, and all you can think about is gojo.

no, nothing’s fine. “yeah, i’m good.” you lie, offering a smile. you’re a good liar, and it seems he falls for your words as he proceeds, pushing your panties to the side and works his tongue into you.

his movements are calculated and measured, paying attention to all areas of your cunt. he eats you out good, there’s no denying so, has your toes curling and back arching off his mattress. you lower your hand to tighten his locks, but even that feels wrong— it’s not as fluffy as gojo’s. you think you feel hair gel between your knuckles.

your mind runs a mile an second, overwhelmed by the sole idea that you were offering your body to another man. gojo wasn’t yours— not in the slightest, and yet, as he sucked on your clit and gripped at your thighs, your chest felt unreasonably tight.

you couldn’t do this any longer.

“wait— wait, please stop.” you push his head away, bottom lip quivering. he pulls away instantly, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your cunt. you feel sick at the confused look on his face. “i can’t— i can’t do this. i’m so sorry.”

the man stares at you for a moment, though never maliciously, and you feel like wanting to crawl into a hole. he nods his head, before pushing your panties back to where they belong, and pushes himself up. silence fills the air for a while, and you’re holding back tears. you’re not sure why, though.

“it’s gojo, isn’t it?” he asks, though he’s not posing a question. he knows, surely everybody knows that you belong to him in both body and soul, but this has only been a recently found discovery for you.

your silence speaks volumes, and the man nods once more.

“yeah, that’s what i thought too.”

☆ ☆

to say he was surprised was definitely an understatement. he wasn’t expecting you to show up at his place, despite already having given you a key to his apartment.

you barged through his bedroom door, a location you were already too familiar with and unknowingly had become so accustomed to. your chest is heaving as if you’d ran a marathon before showing up here, and he wants to kiss the pout off your lips. “pants off, now.”

gojo rises from his bed to stand at his full height, a surprised smile stretching onto his face. “woah, at least take me out on a date first! i’m not just some whore.” his hands comically rise up in surrender, and your frown deepens.

“why won’t you let me give you head?” you ask him before you can even process your choice of wording. when his brows jump to his hairline at your boldness, you feel your face warm in embarrassment. “i mean seriously— am i the problem?”

“what?” gojo blinks, taking quick strides towards your fuming self. he shakes his head feverishly, “no, that’s not it at all—”

“then why do you keep rejecting me?” you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. you probably look and sound desperate, but the truth is you were. the first few times could be deemed funny, but there’s so much rejection a girl can take before it starts to become an insecurity. “why do you keep pushing me away? am i that unattractive to you?”

you’d never seen him look so panicked in his life. had it been under any other circumstance, you woulda laughed at the way his pupils blew widely and how his hands started waving all over the place, “no! jesus, are you kidding me— have you seen yourself? what sane man would think that—”

“what sane man wouldn’t want sex?” you bite back, and he’s taken aback. you see it in the way the words in his mouth die down, the way his body stills just slightly, the way his arms drop to his sides. you continue, “what sane man wouldn’t want head? what sane man solely focuses on pleasing a woman and not himself—”

“hey,” gojo frowns. “any sane man would aim to please his partner first and foremost.”

“well usually sane men accept the favour when offered back to them!” you counter, and once more, gojo was cornered into the wall. he remained quiet, an ideaology uncharacteristic to a man like himself, and waited for you to get it off your chest.

“it’s just. . .” you sigh, licking your lips. and he watches you, intently. you’re almost too embarrassed to say it, but enough was enough. “i just don’t get it! i’m thinking it’s because i’m unattractive to you but—”

“i’ve literally came in my pants from eating you out.” he interrupts, raising an eyebrow. your face deadpans as does his. he’s dead serious too. oh that bastard, “multiple times, may i add. try again.”

“then it has to be you think i’m dirty.” you assume, and he tilts his head to the side with an expression that screams ‘seriously’. your annoyance builds up the more he looks at you like you’re crazy for him denying you of his pleasure. “i can assure you i’m clean— i’m not some fucking whore.”

“and i can assure you that thought has never once crossed my mind.” gojo snorts, body language now looser. his hands sit in the pockets of his sweats, a taunting smile on his lips. “what’s the next excuse?”

“oh that’s rich coming from you,” you sneer, poking your finger at his chest. he snorts again, and you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. “what else could it possibly be? you’re so fucking confusing, toru, i have no idea what goes on in your mind!”

“you, all the time.” gojo shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing. he says it as if you asked him if the sky was blue or if grass was green. “you go through my mind all the time. it’s that simple, really.”

“stop the bullshit, satoru.” you frown, pinching the bridge of your nose. your head was starting to ache, and you’d come for closure on this torment, but of course he had to stretch it out.

“but i’m being so serious?” he tilts his head. “it really is just you. you don’t think i want your lips wrapped around my cock? to feel how tight your pussy would be around me? seriously?”

“then why don’t you let me?!” you sigh exasperatedly, throwing your arms in the air. you didn’t understand this at all— you were both on the same page here, so why didn’t he let you? was he ashamed or something?

he goes quiet again, and you’re contemplating on storming out of his room. you give him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to decide on whether he wants to finally tell you the truth or find another plausible excuse that would have you drive back home.

there’s this look of embarrassment all over his face, his eyes unable to look at you. he scratches the corner of his mouth, lips tugging into a sheepish smile. “i’m. . . scared. kinda.”

you blink at him. “wait— are you a virgin?”

“no!” he immediately defends himself, and you raise an eyebrow at his sudden eagerness. he waves his hands around again to affirm his statement, “i’m not!”

“so. . . you’re a slut?” you ask instead, and he face palms himself. the nerve he had, to face palm himself when he’s giving you the faintest of clues. what were you supposed to understand from that alone?

“y/nnnn!” he drags out your name childishly, the skin of his cheeks flushed a bright pink. he hides his face in the palms of his hands, as if to cower himself away from this discussion. you think the sight is cute actually— a grown man shy about his sex life. how ironic.

“just spit it out.” you tut and he peels his hands away from his face. your eyes narrow as you wait on his answer, watching him fidget with his fingers and shy his gaze away from you. the wall at your side had to be so damn interesting if he couldn’t hold eye contact with you.

you sigh, “i promise i won’t make fun of you.”

your word alone seems to offer some sort of comfort. his lips part to speak, but it feels like an eternity and a half before words finally come out. “i. . . i don’t wanna embarrass myself in front of you.”

now you’re confused. “whadya mean?”

he grumbles, lips falling into that pout he does whenever he doesn’t get something done his way. there’s a crease in his brows, a frown so deep you’re worried you said something wrong.

“i didn’t want to give you the ick, okay?” gojo finally sputters, the blush on his cheeks now spreading down the base of his neck. he can feel his heartbeat thudding excessively loud against his rib cage, and his hands are starting to get moist.

woah, he must be really embarrassed. but about what? was he insecure about his penis?

“why would you give me the ick, toru?” you speak slowly, not wanting to scare him off. you take a step closer to him when you notice he took one back, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. your thumb rubs at his skin in what you hope is a soothing manner.

his eyes shift from the wall to your gentle touch. his bottom lip quivers and he takes in a big breath, before redirecting his gaze on you.

“because you’re you and i’m me!” he starts off, as if ready to confess everything. you take it as a good sign however. “it’s you we’re talking about— god, you’re so pretty and sexy and kind, and so attractive it fucking hurts— i’ve literally busted to your taste alone! i’m so fucking whipped it’s embarrassing. i literally think about you all the time— in bed, in the car, in the shower— i think about how good you smell and how sweet you taste and how addictive your smile is! all i have to do is think about you and i’m instantly hard— i’m like a fucking dog you trained!”

for once today, you’re left speechless.

“and- and,” he continues, “i had to master self-control. me, satoru gojo, had to learn to hold myself back. do you know how many times i’ve nearly folded? hm? how many times i almost caved in and damn near ripped your clothes off with my teeth? you’ve turned me into an animal! i’ve wanted you for an eternity, but i know myself— i wouldn’t last a second with my dick in your mouth! that’s what i’m scared of, i’m scared of embarrassing myself to you and you’ll run off or something and i’ll end up rotting and dying alone from embarrassment and—”

“okay, okay.” you hold a hand up to cut off his rant. he was starting to babble, and soon he would flow into an inescapable hole of self-wallowing. “i think i get it now.”

he’s breathing heavy, pupils blown wide. his lips are quivering and you can tell he’s really anxious of your answer. you’d never seen him so shaken, as if your next words would make or break his entire world.

well, here goes nothing. “i hooked up with another man.” you think you heart his heart shatter in his chest. his face goes slack as does his body, and he immediately reverts his eyes away from yours.

“oh.”

you realize you could’ve started a bit differently. “it didn’t really go far, because i was so preoccupied thinking about you.” you sigh shakily. “everything felt wrong, even when i tried convincing myself it wasn’t, but i couldn’t help but think of you, even with another man around.”

gojo remains quiet, and you’re not even sure where you’re going with this. what are these feelings you’re feeling?

“listen, i don’t know what that guilt was but i know i never want to feel it again.” your hand proceeds to run at his skin. he hasn’t pushed you off yet, so you’re hoping it’s working. “this whole time i was thinking i was unappealing to you, and you’re afraid of flattering me?”

gojo shoots his head up at that, “flattering you?”

you snort, loving the dumb look on his face. he didn’t have a fucking clue, did he? “do you have any idea what that would do to my ego? knowing i was able to make you nut off of head alone?”

“heyyy, don’t go using it against me!” he whines, pouting. “’s your fault anyway— how is somebody that perfect? i don’t get it, you’re genuinely unreal. i almost don’t like it.”

well he surely knew a way around with his words. you giggle, sliding the hand around his bicep up to the back of his neck. your other arm mimics, as your fingers card through his undercut. you can feel him shuddering beneath your touch, and he instinctively cups at your waist.

“now that i know your reasoning, i’m not gonna pressure you into anything you don’t wanna do.” you stare him up through your lashes. you weren’t sure how you didn’t see it before, but now they everything is clear, you swear you see hearts swimming in his orbs. cute. “but, you wouldn’t scare me off, toru. i can’t believe i’m saying this but i might be stuck with you— you say you’re a trained dog, then what does that make me? thought about you while another man ate me out.”

he frowns at that. oops. “he wasn’t better than me. . . was he?”

“never.” you shake your head, and feel the way his shoulders sag in relief. “and if it makes you feel better, we didn’t kiss and i never gave him a blowjob.”

he’s still pouting, but his nose scrunches in the way he does when he wants you to drown him with attention. when had you start noticing these details? “it does. . . i guess.”

“toruuu, you have to forgive me.” it’s your turn to pout, nails scraping at his scalp as your lashes flutter. you rise to the tip of your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips— lustless. there’s a soft smack that separates both your pair of mouths, and you see the corner of his mouth threaten to twitch into a smile. his hold on your waist tightens and pulls you in closer. “want me to show you just how sorry am i?”

“mhm,” he mumbles, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips. he wants them back on his, and that’s exactly what he does, leaning forward to seal another chaste kiss. when he does pull away, it’s just slightly, tips of your noses still grazing one another. he bumps noses with yours, “prove it t’me.”

your cheeks feel like they’ll split with how widely you’re smiling, but that ends as soon as it came, when he lunges forward to kiss you again.

his jaw slacks as he ravishes your lips, tongues sloshing as he releases pretty moans into your mouth. you fed him everywhere— his tongue dancing at the roof of your mouth, his hands caressing your ass, the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest vibrating against your own.

you walk forwards, lips never leaving his, as his steps move backwards. he tastes as sweet as always, a faint cherry flavour resting on his taste buds. soon enough he’s laid on his back on his own bed with you hovering him, your thighs resting at his sides. his hands grip at the meat on your legs.

“‘m gonna make you feel so good,” you pull away from his lips and trail your hand down his torso, all the way to his briefs’ waistband. “you’ve never had anything like it.” surely enough, he’s harder than he’s ever been, the outline of his cock seeping through the material of his pants. your hand slides lower to cup at the bulge, feeling up on his dick through your fingers, and he whines into your mouth, hips thrusting up into your touch.

“p-please, i’m— oh fuckkk,” he begs, moans croaking out of his throat as you slip your hand into his underwear. your touches are light, wanting to tease him as you collect endless beads of pre cum at the tip of your fingers. his hips never cease to buck into your palm, desperate for more.

“enough waiting, hm?” you tug down at his undergarments, and immediately get slapped in the face. his dick is nothing to scoff at— you’d only seen and felt it through the material of his pants, but now that it was bare and right before your eyes? his length had nothing on your imagination. with a pretty pink mushroom tip, vein throbbing on the underside, heavy balls and a cute curve to the left, his dick undoubtedly had your mouth watering.

he’s twitching sans cease, as if it had a mind of its own.

“can’t believe you were holding out me, toru,” you lick your lips, laying flat on your own stomach, between his legs. he’s pushed up on his elbows, watching as you stroke his cock languidly. “you’re so mean.” your fists tightens at the top of his cock, thumb rubbing at his oozing slit, before loosening your hold as you lower to the base.

he gulps, hands scrunching at the duvets beneath him. you’re giving him these eyes, and your fleeting touches on his dick will surely have him lose his mind. “stop teasing meee, i’ll—nghh!” you kiss the tip of his cock,

and in the blink of an eye, he cums. your eyes shut as ropes of hot, white cum shoot at your face, from all different kinds of directions. he cums, and it’s a lot. it almost feels never ending, as does his cries. his back arches and his hips hump the air, cock twitching uncontrollably as it erupts.

“oh nooo— shit, ngh, fuck— can’t help it!” veins bulge in his forearm with how intensely he’s gripping onto the covers. you think it’s rather adorable, how easily overwhelmed he gets.

it takes a lifetime for his high to come down. and through it all, you’re pumping at his cock, milking him for what he has to offer. silently of course, you’re not even sure he’d be able to hear anything you have to say with how vocal he is.

when it all becomes too much, he starts shivering from oversensitivity, and his cock jumps weakly. you pull your hand away, and his dick falls onto his lower stomach. he’s breathing heavily, head thrown back as you clean the cum off your face. you pop a finger in your mouth, he tastes sweet. “hm.”

“just,” gojo pauses, taking another deep breath in. the ceiling must be real interesting for him. “just go on with it. but don’t say i didn’t tell you so.”

you smirk, now popping the finger out of your mouth with a wet plop! “you really weren’t kidding.”

hmm can anybody guess who the “mystery man” you hooked up with is ? 🌚

#rena☆star. #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo headcanons #gojo thirst

[neo-nomatrix]

EAT IT UP !

HOW THE JJK MEN EAT P*$$Y

Multiple x reader

-> GOJO, NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, SUKUNA, CHOSO

warnings ⚠️ smut… duh. pussy eating… duh. 69 in getos. talks of bondage. talks of choking (on dick) overalll smut idk

GOJO SATORU AKA “kid in a candy store”

On his tummy, feet in the air, humming. His legs are swaying back and forth but you’re way too busy to notice. He’s looking up at you with those unmistakable eyes watching you fall apart on his skilled tongue. His hand use your thighs as handles and makes out with your sloppy, cute cunt. He’s trying to tease you but the words come out as gurgled mumbles since his mouth is basically superglued to you.

You’re throbbing on his lips and he slurps it up like honey. Sometimes he dips his fingers in but usually sticks with his mouth. Fucks his tongue inside of you and he’ll probably start gagging because of how far he gets. He has to hug your thighs when you cum because of how squirmy you get. Nips at your clit when it’s all sensitive and giggles.

“You’re so fucking cute squirming”

“Oh wow… feels that good huh?”

“Is this how it feels when you gag on my cock?”

NANAMI KENTO AKA “use me like a chair”

Wants all your weight on his face or else he’s not happy. And no- it’s not an option. Maybe you’ll suffocate him, but who’s to say that’s not the goal? He cups his hands around your thighs and pulls you down on him, immediately getting to work. He’s so sensual and romantic about it. Slowly licking from your entrance to your clit. Definitely kisses your clit before starting anything.

Gathers a whole bunch of spit before and globs it onto you. There should literally be bubbles when you get off of him. Tries his best not to snake his hand down his pants so he can focus on you. As much as he loves you grinding down on his face he always stops you. This is for him to do all he work, he should be making you feel so good you don’t need to think about grinding down.

“Let me do all the work, just sit there.”

“I know i’m hard, sweetheart. I’ll get to that later.”

“Stop hovering, do i need to tie you up?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA “this is for him”

Even though it’s an activity meant to pleasure you, it’s for him. For him to melt away his worries into your sweet cunt. He uses it as a stress reliever, massaging your ass like a stress ball. will literally ask you why you were squirming so much, it disturbed his peace.

Never stops after you come. More flavor for him. Has you on your tummy, he’s spreading you apart and eating it. His hands are never still. Always running up and down your back or playing with the skin of your ass. Moves up to grope your tits and play with your sweet nipples.

“Put your face into the pillow and bite if it’s to much”

“You take my cock every day but my mouth is too much?” oh wait, that’s also too much

“Maybe i should leave some marks on this ass too.”

GETO SUGURU AKA “34 + 35”

SixtyNine KING. Can’t decide between being on bottom or top. On bottom he can get the pleasure of you sitting on his face. The only downside is your squirming with so much pleasure that you forget to suck his cock. He doesn’t care that much, eating you out is plenty of pleasure, but it would be nice. But he does hate it when your strokes get sloppy and they become borderline teasing.

On top he gets the added bonus of fucking your face. Thrusting in and out of your moaning mouth as much as he pleases. He loves hearing you choke while slurping you up. He just doesn’t like the blood going to his head while eating you out. He’s pretty simple when it comes to pussy eating. Loves to suck on your clit and use his fingers. Definitely makes you lick your own cum from his fingers. Finger fucks you until his hands are pruned.

“C’mon baby, at least stroke me baby. Look how hard he is for you.”

“I know it’s so much, huh?

“That’s fine, i’ll just throat fuck you with my cum soaked fingers,”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA “stop running”

Eats you out until you’re rolling around on the floor. And still keeps going. He hates it when you squirm, but also doesn’t do anything to stop it. Locks his arms around your thighs and presses a hand against your tummy. Sloppily eats your cunt with no technique. Spits soo much on it. The noises that come from your cunt and his mouth are insane. Dips his tongue real deep into your mess to get every drop.

Has you on the verge of passing out when you cum. And you guessed it, still won’t stop. He definitely pushes your thighs to your chest and wraps his arms around your whole body to keep you still. Loves it when you push on his head in desperation. It makes him so much harder.

“You keep fucking running and I’ll go for longer.”

“You’re only making it worse for yourself by squirming.”

“Fucking take it or I’ll make you.” yeah he definitely makes you

CHOSO KAMO AKA “kitten licks”

He eats you out like he’s scared. He’s so fascinated by your slippery pussy that he unintentionally goes super slow. Giving soft kisses to your clit and licking at your entrance like a popsicle. You have to tell him to go a little harder so it feels better. and once he does, no going back.

Starts to eat it like a starved man. He gets so mad he’s never done this before because he’s in heaven. Ruts his cock into the sheets because it feels so amazing. Moaning like a slut into your pussy. So much spit and his tongue is going wild on your pussy. He’s definitely making this apart of your routine.

“Oh my god it’s so wet baby.”

“Faster? but when i go faster with my cock you cry…”

“It feels good right, baby? Am I doing good?”

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk gojo #jujustu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x reader smut #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #choso smut #choso x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader

[sinofwriting]

Never - Charles Leclerc

Words: 705 Summary: Charles finds out she’s never had an orgasm. Note(s): Mentions/Talks of Sex, Bestfriends to Lovers, part of a kind of series that explores certain drivers finding out that reader has never had an orgasm.

Masterlist | Emergency Dental Fund

“What?” She asks, smiling around the words as she catches Charles staring at her, his head propped by his hand. “You are just very beautiful.” She shakes her head with a small laugh, eyes falling back down to the coffee table covered in sheet music. “You are.” He insists, giving her a nudge. She looks at him from the corner of her eye. “I think you have to say that. I’m your best friend after all.” He laughs, hand coming up to rub at his chest for a second. “I think Joris would have a problem with that. But I don’t have to say it.” Charles' face turns serious, though a smile is still pulling at his lips. “You are gorgeous. I still don’t know how you are alone.” “Just,” she sighs, the inside of her lip catching between her teeth. “No one’s caught my eye.” She tells him, hoping he doesn’t catch the lie, but he does.

She can tell from the way he sits forward, nearly pitching off the couch in his hurry. “Someone has caught your eye.” “No.” “Someone has. Who? Tell me about them.” “No.” She laughs, shaking her head. “It’s never gonna happen, alright? That’s just not in the cards for me.” “C’mon, they are an idiot if they don’t feel the same way about you.” Her lips press together as she swallows a harsh laugh. “That’s not it. I mean sort of,” she corrects. “But there’s a reason I don’t date and I don’t have one night stands and I don’t have relationships. I’m a nightmare, a horrible, lousy, stupid excuse of a woman.” The words are easy as they fall off her tongue, things she’s heard before. There’s more than wants to fall, but Charles is looking at her, horrified, and she winces. “I’m sorry, Charles. I just, I’m not interested.” “Why would?” He pauses, brows furrowed, jaw starting to clench in anger. “Why would anyone say that to you, about you? You are not those things.” “Not all of them.” She allows. “But a stupid excuse of a woman, absolutely.” She laughs. He says her name and she stops laughing, her smile dimming.

“Charles, I’m not being mean to myself. I’ve come to accept it. There’s a certain something a good majority of people want from their partners, and I can’t deliver it.” “Deliver what?” She stands up with a laugh, shaking her head. “No. I said too much. I shouldn’t have entertained this any longer. New subject.” He pulls her back down on the couch, uncaring of the way she protests, his eyes boring into hers. “Deliver what?” She stares back at him, hoping that for once Charles Leclerc will know when to back down, but he doesn’t. “Orgasm.” She finally says and watches confusion spread across his face. “I can’t orgasm. I’m twenty-four and I’ve never cum once in my life. That,” she laughs. “Happens to be a bit of a turn-off or an ego bruiser.”

Charles looks at her, the confusion gone from his face and instead determination is there. “Then today will be the day you do.” She rolls her eyes, scooting a bit away from him as she tries to ignore the way her heart seems to be beating double time and the burn that is starting between her thighs. “Very funny.” “I mean it.” “Charles.” She tries to continue but can’t. Not at the way he’s looking at her. It’s more than the set of determination lining his brow, the near glare in the squint of his eyes. It’s the combination with the set of his jaw and parted lips, the lean of his body into hers.

“Before,” he speaks, knowing she’s about to say he won’t be able to. “You say something about me not being able to. Let me try.” He then smiles, a giddy, disbelief filled thing. “After all I just did win Monaco.” It makes her laugh, the comparison of him winning Monaco after seven years of trying, with her trying to achieve an orgasm for the same amount of time. “Are you saying you can break another curse?” She jokes. “Monaco was never a curse and this,” his fingers dance across her covered thigh. “Isn’t either.”

#f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc x areader #charles leclerc imagine #charles won Monaco so i speedran this

[maxillness]

FU In My Head || MV1 x Perez!twin!Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, Google translated Spanish, yearning, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.4k

He knew it was wrong. He knew he had to stop, but god did it feel so good

Imagining her body while her jerks off, was the worst sin he’s done to date

Imagining it was her hands on his cock on his own

Imagining her mouth on his cock as he comes

Imagine getting fucked by her as he laid in his bed, coming down from his orgasm

It didn’t help she showed up at the garage or motorhome, he couldn’t exactly tell her to leave, he couldn’t actually tell her anything, as he would stutter rapidly every time he caught her scent in his nose

“Good job, Max” She said, coming up behind him, touching his waist softly, making him turn his head towards her

“Thank you” Even just the two words he couldn’t get out, stuttering too much

“You seen my brother?” She leaned her head closer to his ear, the talk of engineers and mechanics filling the motorhome

“He’s in his drivers room” Surprisingly he could get his words out in an understandable voice

“Thank you” She let go of his waist, walking towards Checo’s drivers room

“¿Alguna vez vas a hacer un movimiento?” Are you ever going to make a move?. She slid down the wall of the drivers room as Checo spoke to her in that loving brother tone

“No pienso” I don’t think so. She said taking a sip of the water bottle he had given her

“¿Por qué no? Obviamente le gustas” Why not? He obviously likes you. He sat down on the couch opposite to her, leaning back

“Lo sé, pero quiero ver cuánto tiempo le toma a él mismo hacer el movimiento” I know, but I want to see how long it takes for him to make the move himself. She sighed, putting her head against the wall

“Eso nunca va a pasar y lo sabes” That’s never going to happen, and you know it. He said, chuckling, almost laughing

“Si quiere meteres en mis pantalones, tiene que decirlo él mismo” If he wants to get in my pants, he has to say it himself. She said smiling, sliding her legs up to her chest

“Eres algo tuya” You’re something of yours. She didn’t listen to his comment when she heard small whines from the other side of the door

She knitted her eyebrows together as she listen “Please. Fuck, yes” Followed by a small moan

“¿Qué?” What?. He asked, seeing at her confused eyes

“Nada” Nothing. She looked back up at him, picking another subject to talk about than the previous

She tried focusing on the conversation with her brother, but she could still hear into the room behind her

“Please, fuck. Yes, just like that. Y/N…” The moan that came from his lips indicated he came with her name rolling off his tongue

“¿Quieres que te lleve de regreso al hotel?” Do you want me to take you back to the hotel?. He asked standing up from the couch

“No gracias, primero necesito hacer algo” No thank you, I need to do something first. She said, standing up as well, groaning slightly at the pain in her lower back

She waited until Checo had left before she knocked on Max’ door to his drivers room

He opened the door, his face turning all shades of pink as he saw her standing there with a slight smirk on her lips

“Can I come in?” She asked, thickening her accent purposely, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he sank

“S-sure” He said, opening the door wider for her to enter

“Did you have a good wank?” She asked, sitting on the small table in the room, watching the way the blush turned deeper

“Did you hear that?” He asked, almost impossible to hear his words

“All of it, darling” She smiled, crossing her ankles, pushing her chest out, looking at him with eyes filled with filth

“All of it?” His eyes looked into his shoes, hands into his pockets of his jeans

“Get over here, amar” She said, spreading her legs, giving him space to stand in between them

She slowly walked over to her, never once looking up at her. She hooked her finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at her

“If you wanna get in my pants, tell me” His hands was placed on either sides of her thighs, too close for him to think straight

“What?” His words were stuck in his throat, hurting to get out

“Tell me. Tell what you’re thinking about when you’re alone” Her hands was placed on his waist, pulling him closer, lips almost making contact

“I won’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what you need” She said when he didn’t speak

She leaned in, lips so close of any of them spoke, their lips would graze each other

“Please… I want you so bad. Thinking about you every time I’m alone” He almost let out a whimper when their lips touched

“Good boy” She leaned in, their lips colliding.

He kissed back immediately. Her hands went to his jaw, pulling him into a rougher kiss, his own hands coming to rest on her waist

She forced his lips apart with her tongue, making him gasp slightly. He whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against the walls of his cheeks

Her hands traveled from his jaw, down his torso and landed under his shirt, making him shiver at her cold fingers

They only parted when she pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it at the ground

She went back to kissing him, but this time at his neck, drawing on low moans from him

“I-i can’t keep- Shit… Quiet” He let out a quite louder moan when she started sucking at his skin softly, making him cover his mouth with his hand

“You fucking better” She got off the table, grabbing his wrist, taking his hand away from his mouth “I don’t know how many people are left” She smiled, guiding him back towards the couch

“Sit” She forced him down on the couch, drawing out a huff from him “Buen chico” Good boy. She said, going down on her knees in front of him

He held his breath as she unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through hooded eyes, pure lust in her eyes

He lifted his hips so she could pull down his jeans, his boxers as well, helping him step out of them, throwing them with his shirt

“Tan bonito” So pretty. She said, kissing his inner thighs, making him spread his legs apart, giving her access to scoot in between them

“Please” He pleaded as she grabbed his hips, pulled him closer to the edge, her face just in front his rock hard cock

“Patience, chico” He whined, but it was soon replaced with a moan when she softly licked the tip of his cock “Quiet” She said, voice stern

“Jus’ feels so good” He grabbed the edge of the couch, knuckles turning white from the force as she drove back to lick softly at him

Her nails was digging hardly into his skin, surly making marks for him to see tomorrow, for him to feel tomorrow

He tried keeping his hips still, but he felt the need to buck them once her tongue started swirling around his tip

“Please… Stop teasing” His eyes was shut closed, mouth hanging silently open, head thrown into the back of the couch

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him in, making him hit the back of her throat, gaging around him

He shivered at the vibrations, feeling the pleasure in all of his body. The moan he tried to hold in, came out as a whimper instead

“Please… Feels s’ good” His thighs shook, almost trapping her body between them

She sped up, holding her hair away from her face with one of her hands, the other still roughly around his hip

“Fuck, please… Y/N, please” His words were breathless as he started twitching in her mouth

“‘M close” He managed to keep his sounds at bay, only letting out small whines

Her tongue dragged up his vain as she went up, which pulled him over the edge, whole body shaking as he shot his cum down her throat, barely able to contain his moans

She helped him down from his orgasm before popping off him, swallowing his cum and standing up

“Are you okay, cariño?” She asked, kissing his forehead, the sweat covering her lips

“Mhm. Fine” He opened his eyes, taking her hands and kissing the back of them “Thank you”

“Anytime, bebé” She smiled, helping him getting his clothes back on

#Spotify #smut #formula one #dom!reader #Max Verstappen #max verstappen smut #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x reader smut #sub!max verstappen

[riki-riks-chick]

Milk (Remastered) ┃Y.JW

sub!jungwon x dom!reader

yn punishing jungwon for touching himself without permission

cw: handjobs, orgasm denial/delay, edging, kissing, mommy kink, yn calling jw "kitten", cum eating, crying, dacryphillia, overstimming, cock rings, silk ties, prior consent, blow job.

wdct: 1.5k

this request but revamped bc i hate the original. It has 3x the word count so hopefully its much better and has more feeling. 🥰

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Third Person POV~

It's been a relatively long day, you just got off of work, and now you're stepping into your apartment, but something is off. Usually Jungwon will come greet you the second he hears the door unlock, but you just assume that he's off somewhere sleeping or just watching random videos on his phone.

You take off your heels, your blazer following as you lay it over the back of the couch. As you make your way towards your bedroom, you start to hear small noises, moans, quiet groans, and wet little squelching sounds.

It immediately clicks why Jungwon didn't greet you at the door. You walk in, immediately catching Jungwon's eyes which are now slightly wide.

You have a specific rule about him touching himself. It's prohibited unless he has permission. Right now, he clearly doesn't, so you let out a chuckle, unbuttoning the top few buttons of your shirt as you roll your sleeves up.

"Having fun, baby?.." You ask, cocking your head to the side as you glance at Jungwon. He lets out a needy moan, and you can tell that you interrupted right when he was about to cum.

"You just couldn't wait for mommy to get home, could you baby?" You smile, climbing on the bed as you straddle his lap, taking his length into your hand as he winces. His mind is racing a mile a minute. The adrenaline from being caught, you sitting so prettily on top of him, and your hand wrapped around his cock.

The feeling is deafening. And he's all for it. "I missed you so much, mommy..." He whines, moaning when you fist around his tip before pulling your hand away.

"I missed you too, kitten... It's a shame I have to punish you though.." His eyes widen at your words, head shaking instantly. "Please... I won't do it again..."

"Shh... I know you won't.. Punishments teach you to know better.." You smile, getting off the bed as you walk into your closet, rummaging through a drawer to pull out some baby blue silk ties and a matching cock ring.

You then walked back to the bed, making him lay down as you put the cock ring on him, watching him squirm. You tie his wrists to the bed post with the silk ties, smiling as you take a moment to take in his appearance.

You then straddle his thighs, using the lube he had beside him as you stroke his length, watching his face twist with pleasure.

You loved seeing him like this. All tied up in front of you, moaning cutely. It makes you feel good simply just watching him writhe.

The more you stroke him, the more sounds he releases and its music to your ears. You place your hand on his throat, tilting his head back as you lean down to kiss him, swallowing every sweet sound he releases as you rub your thumb over his tip.

He tries to buck his hips up against yours,but you sitting on top of him is making it harder to move. "Stop moving..." You command, stroking him faster as you lean down to kiss his neck, sucking bruises into his pretty skin. "I'm gonna cum..." He whimpers, pulling against the silk ties as you pull your hand off of his length, denying him of the pleasure. He whines as you stop touching him, biting his lip to supress the moan. "Mommy.. Please.. I'll do whatever you say.. Just let me cum.." He begs, squirming beneath you as you smile, moving off his lap and kneeling between his legs instead.

You take his length into your hand again, kissing his blush colored cockhead before licking it a few times. The second you wrap your lips around his cockhead, he's seeing stars. The way you swirl your tongue around him is incredible, and he can feel his stomach turn. "Please... fuck." He wants to tug on your hair and force his cock down your throat, he wants to touch you, but he can't. And it's killing him. You pull off again, already able to tell that he's close by the way he's moaning. And he cries out, his body jolting.

"M-Mommy please... I've been so good.. Let me cum.." He's begging and he's desperate. You've probably been here for only fifteen minutes now, and Jungwon's already reached his limit, squirming and begging beneath you. It doesn't take much edging to drive him insane.

"Oh, but kitten we're just getting started." You laughed seductively, making Jungwon shiver. You trail the coffin shaped length of your nail down his length, running over the baby blue cock ring that's still sitting prettily against his rosy flesh.

You're still fully clothed, pantsuit now slightly wrinkled from the position you're sitting in. When you found Jungwon like this, you only thought to punish him for the fun. And now he's begging to cum, and you aren't planning on letting him any time soon.

You wrapped your hand around his length yet again, stroking him with a slightly fast pace, the melodic sounds of your silver bracelets clinking echoing with every swift flick of your wrist.

He squirmed beneath you, wanting to move his legs but being unable to with your weight on top of him. "Y/n, shit.." He lets out a guttural moan, straining against the silk ties. His cock is dripping with his precum, and the rosy red color of his tip heavily reflects his need to cum.

Everytime he gets even remotely close, you stop, and it's unbearable. "Mommy... Please.. I wanna cum.." He's near tears and it turns you on even more. The way he's pulling against the silk ties, the way his cock is twitching against the air, and the way his hair falls into his eyes. It's all so hot.

"Jungwon... Baby, your begging is useless.. Bad boys get punished don't they?.." He nods at your question, though he's still sniffling. It's clear he's in shambles.

You continue tugging at his aching erection and he moans loud, writhing beneath you. "Mmm.. fuck.." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you pull away yet again, ripping him from yet another orgasm.

He cries this time, fat streams of tears rolling down his cheeks as he sobs, his cock twitching pitifully. "P-Please... I can't t-take it anymore.. It h-hurts.. Let me c-cum, please.." He's now pleading and your heart is hurting watching him cry.

"Oh, my precious kitten... You're so pitiful, baby.." You smile, leaning down to kiss him as he kisses back eagerly, whimpering against your lips.

"You wanna cum that bad? Hm?" You ask as he nods. "Yes, please mommy.. Wanna cum so bad."

You smile at his earnest, wiping his tears as you take his length into your hold once more, fisting his tip as you rub it mercilessly, watching him buck against you.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum..." He sobs, moaning loudly as you stroke him faster, watching his load shoot from his blushed tip, landing either on your hand or his abdomen. "Good boy.. So much cum, kitten..."

You pull your hand away, dragging your fingers through his cum before sliding them into your mouth, sucking them clean. Jungwon whimpers at the sight.

"Y/n..." His voice is hoarse as he tugs on the silk ties, his eyes glowing with a plead for you to untie him. You comply, undoing the ties as you kiss his wrists, rubbing them softly. "Were they too tight?" You ask as he shakes his head.

In seconds he's pulling you closer, kissing you as he moans, tugging lightly on your hair. You pull back after a few seconds, smiling at him as you kiss his forehead. "I love you so much.."

He smiles weakly at your words, his hands dropping to your sides as he squeezed your waist gently. "I love you too.."

He kisses you again, and you can feel the love in his kiss, the passion. Every second spent with Jungwon is purely intimate and you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Let's get you cleaned up.."

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I hope this is way better 💚 i took breaks and worked on it all day.

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[asherheed]

no thoughts just suguru being that toxic ex that leaves you wanting more.

he's warm when he presses you against your mattress at 3am after ghosting you for weeks. he comes knocking at your door when the world goes quiet and the only thing he can hear is the sound of his name coming out of your mouth in breathy moans and whimpers. he worships your body like it's the only thing that's keeping him from tethering further from whatever morality he has left. he kisses you like he's gonna run out of air, looks at you as if each time is gonna be the last.

"you're so fucking good to me, always so good to me." he mumbles against your shoulder, kissing the sweat off your skin as the sight of you arching your back even more to take him deeper makes him lose all of his senses.

"pretty pussy always takes me in like she's made for me." he says, flipping you onto your back. he smirks, watching you roll your eyes when he fills you up in one punishing thrust. "isn't that right, baby? you're made for me, aren't you?"

you think you nod, but then suguru's grabbing your chin, looking at you intensely. "speak up, would you?"

"yes, yes, sugu! only yours. only yours," you cry out as he pinches your nipple.

"good girl," he whispers, giving your nipple a long, filthy lick as he fucks you through the noises in his head.

you wish he'd stay in the morning. when he does, it's all quiet whispers of i love you's that you know doesn't matter when he leaves your bed. you wish the stinging in your chest would stop when he makes you feel like you're the only sanctuary he knows from the path he'd forged himself in.

it doesn't, but you've come to terms that you'll always hurt for him anyway.

"you just don't get it," suguru grits out, eyes bloodshot, looking almost desperate. "i can make it possible, you just have to believe in me."

he's cold in places you can't be in; always just a word away from reaching him. you imagine if you join him, the freezing cold would inject itself into your veins, the chill settling in your bones until there won't be any warmth for you to give.

then what?

he'll leave.

you pull him closer, his body tense and close to breaking in your arms. "i know you want me to," you whisper, almost remorseful. you think of the kids at jujustu high, the sound of satoru's lighthearted laughter when he's with you, all the negative emotions that have built you up and the rest of humanity who had no choice but to be alive, and you slowly push him away. "but i don't want everyone dead, suguru."

it's an endless cycle. the same conversation, a variation of the last until he disappears once more. you think you'd be sick of it by now, filling your time with other aspects of your life. maybe find someone to settle down with as you smile at satoru's approaching figure with your favorite snacks, finding joy and safety in his presence.

but then it's 3am and the rain is pouring like it's never going to end. you hear a knock on the door, and before you know it you're opening your mouth as suguru slides his tongue inside you, pushing himself inside your cunt. he's whispering i love you's as if he really does and you think that you at least get to have this part of him.

you believe him.

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[jwsdoll]

sunburned.

୨୧ synopsis when his abs get sunburnt pairing neighbor sim jaeyun x f! reader warnings slight suggestive, make out, mentions of touch, slight kiss sav notes silly idea of me and naes >< WC < 1000 DOLLHOUSE…

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there he was. shirtless out in the sun on his front yard. you couldn’t help but blush when you saw this abs glazed in sweat due to the heat. his black sunglasses rested on the bridge nose as he soaked in every bit of sunlight.

sim jaeyun, your handsome, flirty next door neighbor. ever since he moved into the neighborhood, he always found his way to be near you. it started with his soccer ball landed on your yard, he would knock on your door asking if he can come get it.

now there he was, laying on a towel; shirtless. you couldn’t help but stare, watching him lay out in the sun. you continued to stare, making sure you weren’t so obvious, or so you thought.

“hey pretty..” you near jake call out.

“oh hey.. what’re doing out on this humid day?” you casually played it off.

“just soaking in some sun you know? say, wanna help me out for a second doll?” he asks, creating a small pain in your chest.

his question makes your heart skip a small beat, you were hesitate; before agreeing without any second thought. “okay..” you replied, walking over to his yard.

jake sat up in his spot, putting out a tube of cooling liquid. “do me a favor doll and rub this on my abs? i’ve got a really bad sunburn.”

his question made your face flush mixes of red and pink, you didn’t know what to say for a second. your hot neighbor wants you to rub a cooling liquid on his abs, he wants you to touch him.

“how come? why can’t you do it?” you ask jake, curious as to why he would want you place your delicate hand on his skin.

“cmon doll, you have a soft touch.. and not gonna lie it’s burning me. would you do it? please pretty?” jake slightly begs, trying to not sound desperate; but also hide the pain of his sunburn.

you feel bad jake was suffering with a really bad sunburn, especially on a delicate place on his body. you pour some of the cooling liquid onto the palm of your hand, before sliding it onto jake’s toned, tight, ridged abs.

you stopped as your palm hit his abs, rubbing his abs gently; allowing the cooling liquid to spread. a low groan left jake’s lips.

“how’s that?” you asked, wondering if your touch alongside the cooling liquid calmed down the burning sensation on his skin.

“thank you doll, i told you that you have a gentle and delicate touch.” he bit his lip. “i should burn my abs more often.” jake joked, a small laugh leaving his lips.

you playfully rolled “yeah yeah.. i’ll see you around jae.” you began to walk back to your place, that was until jake called back for you.

“doll face, come back here.”

you turned back, stepping foot back in his lawn. jake approached you more closer, his hands reached your waist; pulling you closer to him. his eyes met with yours, a flirty smile resting in his lips. “how about a reward? for being such a good neighbor and helping me out.”

“reward? what were you thinking?” you asked curiously.

jake paused, no words left his mouth; before his lips met with yours.

his tongue lapping on yours, his grip on your waist gaining tighter. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your lips crashed. his veiny hands make their way to the bottom of your tank top, caressing the small exposed skin available to touch. his hands made their way under your top, resting onto your lower back.

he pulls away from your lips, a small smirk on his face. “you’re so gorgeous.. fuck” he groans before he kisses your neck, sending a rush of desire to you. “are you free later?” he asks, pulling away from your body slightly.

“well i’m going out with some friends later…” you replied, a slight frown falling onto jake’s face as he hears your response.

“well cancel them doll, i need every minute i can get to savor every inch of that body..” jake smirked, his hands finding its way back to your waist.

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[drabblesandsnippets]

Drabble #5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female character (unnamed)

Background: Continuation of Drabble #2 and #3

Summary: After making his girlfriend ride his face, Bucky slows things down, despite her obvious need for more.

Warnings: 18+ Only. Explicit sexual content. Domination. Teasing. Masturbation. 

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Bucky barely lets her recover before he’s rolling them over, settling on top of her, letting her feel how hard she makes him. He swears he’s been hard and aching for her since she left for her trip, no amount of fantasizing about her able to give him any sort of relief. So now that she’s finally home, where she belongs, he’s not letting her out of his sight anytime soon.

She’s still sensitive from her orgasm, but she doesn’t care. She’s desperate to feel him inside of her after spending weeks apart and she moans against his mouth, eagerly meeting him in a passionate kiss, grinding herself against him, her body trembling underneath him. He’s already made her come twice - once by her own hand in the backseat of his car on their way home, and then again with his mouth - and all she can think about is having his cock inside of her, fucking her until she’s sore.

But he’s still refusing to let her touch him, and she lets out a whine of frustration when his fingers quickly wrap around her wrist to stop her from freeing his cock from his underwear. Before she can protest, he pulls back and looks down at her, their bodies still flush, moving slowly against each other, making her breath hitch.

“I missed you so much,” he tells her, letting go of her hand to run his fingers along her jaw, taking in all the subtle reactions to his touch. The flutter of her eyelashes, the slight twitch of her hips, the pulse of arousal he feels against his cock. “Missed everything about you,” he murmurs, closing the distance once again to kiss her, his lips brushing across hers before moving along her cheek.

Bucky’s tenderness is a stark contrast to what her body is craving right now. He’s supposed to be fucking her senseless, making her forget her own name. It’s been weeks of promises and playful threats of what he was going to do to her once she got home. But, now he’s teasing her, driving her wild, and she’s already past the point of wanting to beg.

He can read her so easily, and just as her mouth opens, he wraps his hand around her throat, silencing her, reminding her who’s in charge - in charge of her, her body, her pleasure. Bucky groans at the expected reaction, her hips lifting, seeking out more friction, but it doesn’t deter him. “Shhh,” he tells her, a soft smile on his face. He knows exactly what he’s doing to her. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks, Princess. Don’t rush me.”

She whines softly, the tone of his voice sending a burst of pleasure straight to her clit, and for a brief moment she considers pushing back. The inner brat in her wanting to come out to play. But, that’ll only prolong his teasing - something she definitely can’t handle right now.

Bucky watches as she forces herself to breathe slowly and he immediately rewards her, grinding himself harder against her pussy, the length of his cock sliding along her clit. “Good girl.” Her appreciative moan is met with one of his own and it takes everything in him not to reach down to remove the last bit of clothing separating them, wanting to finally feel her wrapped around him. 

Instead, he gives her one last kiss, his tongue slowly sliding along hers as his fingers possessively twitch against her neck. Then he suddenly pulls away, the loss of him making her gasp, a look of confusion crossing her face as she watches him climb off the edge of the bed. Without thinking, she quickly starts to sit up, reaching out for him, but then he’s shaking his head at her, the grin on his face growing, “Uh uh. Stay there.” 

She complies without hesitation, her body buzzing with pleasure at his order, letting herself fall backwards, but not without groaning softly in frustration. How can he be so calm when she feels like she’s being driven insane with lust. Bucky laughs, still shaking his head at her. She has no idea how hard it is for him not to crawl back on that bed and give her exactly what she wants. 

His entire body is tense with need, his thoughts consumed with how good she feels, but it’s been so long, and he knows the moment he buries himself inside of her, he’s not going to last long. He needs more time to appreciate her, to worship her, to show her just how much he missed her.

Bucky watches her from the foot of the bed, an audible groan leaving him when she spreads her legs wider, trying to entice him, letting him see just how wet she is. All for him. The smile on his face fades slightly and his eyes darken as he reaches to remove his underwear, finally letting his cock spring free, the head slick with his arousal. 

Just as his hand wraps around his thick shaft, he groans in pleasure, telling her, “Touch yourself for me.” His vibranium hand reaches out to grab the corner post of the bed, steadying himself when she does exactly as she’s told. One hand playing with her tits, pinching her nipple, while her other hand settles between her thighs, her fingers working over her clit quickly. 

While his eyes roam over her entire body, enjoying the view of her delicious pussy, her beautiful breasts, her flushed face, her own gaze drifts to his cock. She can’t tear her eyes away, watching as his hand makes lazy strokes, the sight of him so hard for her quickly building her towards another orgasm. 

But, she doesn’t want to come again, not without his cock inside of her. She doesn’t fight it yet though, allowing herself to get closer to the edge, Bucky talking her through it, his voice rough with desire, his own hand occasionally pausing to stave off his own orgasm. And just when her body starts to tense, her breath quick and uneven, she arches her back and whines his name, begging him to fuck her.

Bucky’s hand grips the bedpost almost hard enough to break it, the sound of his name making his balls tighten, pleasure shooting up his spine. “Fuck,” he groans, his body moving on its own accord, joining her on the bed to kneel between her thighs before he even realizes it. She begs him again, pleading with him to please fuck her, to make her come on his cock. And for just a moment, he considers giving in.

But then his hand reaches out to grab her throat again, pinning her to the bed, the look on his face telling her she’s misbehaving. “I thought I told you not to rush me,” he growls, raising his brow at her, the slight twitch of her body causing his fingers to tighten slightly. “Keep it up and the only hole I’ll be fucking tonight is that pretty mouth of yours.”

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[reidsadiction]

Shut me up | Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: Spencer and reader get in an argument and things get heated

Writing: Angst, fluff and smut

Warnings: screaming, cursing, p in v, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), let me know if I left something.

His lips taste like sweet coffee and the way he kisses me is not like the usual. He normally is really gentle and sweet, but this time the kiss is full of emotions. He deepens the kiss, being rough and kind of possessive. He moves one hand up to my hair to pull me closer and the other one grabs my hips harshly. I pull away for a second to grab some air and he looks at me grinning. “I accept that way to shut me up.” I chuckle “Bedroom?” “Lead the way, pretty boy.”

He picks me up bridal-style and carries me to the bedroom. He puts me down in front of the bed and pushes me to lay down, kneeling in front of me and grinning. He rolls up my skirt and pulls down my panties, he grins and kisses a few times my thighs before swiping his tongue all across my slit. I let out a soft moan as he starts kissing my clit hungrily and flicking his tongue on it. He moves one of his hands from my hips to my core, inserting one finger and curving it just the right way to hit that sweet spot that makes me close my eyes immediately and let out a soft gasp of air. He pushes his finger in and out of me deliciously, staring to pick up the pace before inserting a second one. I start to feel the familiar coil on my stomach as I point my toes in pleasure and moan. His tongue continues its assault on my clit and my hand instinctively goes to grip Spencer’s hair to keep him there where I most like him. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge as his fingers hit my sweet spot over and over. Just when I’m about to come undone he stops, pulls out his fingers and his face away from my core with a stupid grin.

He fucking stops.

“What the hell Spencer. Noo, go back” I say, still a bit out of air and really confused on why he stopped. “Only good girls get to come, princess. Cancel the dinner plans, I have a better one for tonight. I’ll show you how to listen when I talk” he says roughly, getting up and passing me the phone so that I cancel the plans. I do as he says and look back up at him with puppy eyes. “Please Spence, I’ll listen when you tell me to change because it’s cold, just let me come” I beg.

He takes off his belt and undoes his shirt while looking at me, smiling. He comes up to me and kisses me passionately yet softer than before. He takes off his pants and my top and lays on top of me, not putting his body weight down on me to not crush me. I hug his neck and pull him towards me to kiss him again. I wrap my legs around his waist in need of any kind of friction. He kisses my neck hungrily, leaving a few marks on his way down towards my breasts. He kisses one nipple while massaging the other and I let out a soft moan. I can feel the warmth from his body towards mine, the heat of our bodies merging into one as he moves his tip up and down my slit a few times before inserting himself. His breath hitches at the sensation and I moan his name, arching my back as I feel his cock stretch me out slightly. He stays still for a few seconds so that I adjust myself and then starts to thrust roughly. He is usually soft and gentle but tonight he is pounding on me hard and fast. I my legs tighten around his waist as he hits my g-spot over and over with his tip, his hips tilted in the perfect angle as usual. My walls clench around him and o feel myself close to the edge again. His hand goes from my hair to my clit, rubbing circles on it and making me cry out in pleasure. Even now that he’s being so rough he ensures my pleasure, knowing that the extra stimulation will make me come even harder. I feel the coil in my stomach tense as I approach rapidly my climax. He whispers praises and sweet nothings to my ear as I close my eyes morning loudly. I come around him, my walls tightening. The orgasm is stronger than normal due to the previous denied one. I scratch his back and he groans, spilling his seed inside me as he slows his pace. He kisses me softly, and pulls out of me. I whine at the loss and he chuckles and hugs me softly, laying next to me and pulling me so that I lay on top of his chest.

“I’m sorry for trying to control what you wear or not, I just don’t want you to get ill” he apologizes sincerely. “It’s okay, you were right, I would have been cold in that outfit. I’m sorry for not listening to your advice and turning things into a fight” I say back, accepting my part of guilt about the argument. He kisses my forehead and cuddles me to sleep, whispering “I love you” right before falling asleep.

A/N: i hope you liked it. Requested by @downbad4reid I hope you like it. Not proofread. Leave me req’s please

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[trendywaifus]

thinking about robin’s head game. one more robin drabble might be posted tdy. (i love robin, im totally normal about her like i am for stelle.) . cw: blowjob, handjob, teasing, petnames gn! reader with a dick

ROBIN’s shiny pink lips presses sticky kisses to your reddened cockhead, elicting a soft whine from you. she’s sat between your legs, long, teal locks pulled up into a ponytail, and pearly emerald eyes gauging your reaction. her soft hand leisurely strokes your shaft up and down, wrist skillfully rolling occasionally as she nears towards the top. sensitive, you gnaw at your bottom lip, watching a bead of precum spill from your slit and robin is quick to use it as lube and smear it all your shaft. “ robin, robin, robin. .” you chant breathlessly and she hums, sticking her tongue out to give one of the prominent veins a long lick.

“ that’s my name, sweetie. “ the halovian woman teases, wings fluttering softly at the cute sound of another whine escaping your reddened lips. “ n-need you. .“ you pant, her brows raise as a patient smile adorns her angelic features. you’re so pretty like this, dazed (e/c) eyes are half open and you’re looking at everywhere but her. she can see the thin layer of sweat coat your face, allowing your skin to shine. “ need me to do what? tell me and i’ll do my best to satisfy my sweetheart. “

“ i-i want your lips around me—to suck me off, please robin. .“ you breathe, hips buckling to robin’s relaxed strokes. she giggles and you can feel her hand massage your tensed thigh. “ i can do that, “ your lover says, her thumb tracing nonexistent shapes on your skin. “ but i have one wish before i do. “

you eagerly bob your head, pulling another giggle from robin. “ mhm, mhm, tell me, i’ll do anything.” heavens, you’re so cute.

“ easy, my sweet, it’s just one small wish. i want you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that for me? “

your lidded eyes finally connects with hers, robin’s smile curls bigger. like how you wanted, she circles her plush lips around the leaking head of your length and tastes the slight bitter taste of your precum. she slowly sinks down, her hot muscle flattens against you. “ o—oh my, mmm. . “ you let out a moanful groan, eyeing her as she takes you down to the hilt. her nose brushes against your groin and she lingers there. you can feel your cock head poke at the back of her throat. your fingers thread into the beige covers, scrunching them up as your hand balls into a fist.

“ a-ah, robinnn. “ you slurr, throat turning dry instantly when robin makes heavy eye contact with you on the call of her name. she returns back up, apple cheeks hollowing. her saliva covers your throbbing cock. the teal–haired woman then does it all over again, barely gagging and taking her time. the flithy, slippery sound of robin slurping on your cock has you gritting your teeth.

“ b-baby st-top, i might cum early. “ you moaned, feeling yourself twitch more and more in her hot mouth. a muffled noise similar to a giggle reverberates through her and the vibration makes your toes curl. you watch her ascend back up until her slick lips are just wrapped around the tip. robin’s moist tongue swirls around it, edging you towards your release. her hands squeezes your thighs, the edges of her wings brushing against your skin.

drool runs down the corner of your parted lips. “ r-robin, pleaseee. “ you beg, a thick cloud of lust blankets your mind. she doesn’t stop, her tongue playfully licks at your twitching head before she descends back down again. the bed dips as you recline on your elbows, watching her with uneven breaths through your nose. your hips jolt when robin sucks particularly hard at your shaft, ripping a choked cry and an orgasm from you.

“ I’m cumming, baby, i-i’m—nngh! “ robin watches with delight as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, globs of thick cum spills from your twitching member and into her awaiting mouth. she swallows as much as she can but it was still too much; cum seeps through the corners of her filled mouth, running down your cock. lightheaded, you fall on your back, legs shaking from release.

“ i-i told you to stopp . . “

you can feel robin kiss your quivering thighs and she transitions herself over you with a sweet apologetic smile on her glossy lips. “ i’m sorry, i enjoy seeing your reactions. you’re so responsive to my touch, it’s adorable, my song. “ she places another kiss on your warm cheek. you pout, closing your tired eyes in bliss as the renowned singer starts to pepper your face with feathery kisses. “ robin, you missed a spot. lips, please. “ you mutter, tugging her body down and her weight lightly rests on top of you.

she fully press her smiling lips against yours, slender fingers slithering into your hair and tenderly scratches at your scalp. lips parting, your tongue swipes across her bottom lip. robin opens her mouth and you almost immediately taste yourself on her tongue. she comfortably adjusts herself against you, ‘unintentionally’ rubbing against your half-hardened cock. your breath hitches in her mouth.

“ i-i think i want more, robin. “ you gulp as she pulls away.

“ more of what? “ you almost huff at the knowing smile in her voice.

“ more of you. you’re leaving for tour in the morning, right? i don’t want our time together to be wasted. “

robin hums, her wings swaying happily at your words. “ yes, i am. i’m glad you feel the same way because i wasn’t going to leave here until your pretty voice is engraved in my memory. “

#trendythirsts #hsr robin smut #robin x reader hsr #honkai star rail women x reader

[ihave-atummyache]

pretty when u cry

Kim Seungmin One Shot

summary: you’re just as bad as him, if not worse. he just didn’t realize it

NSFW!!!! 18++ contains smut!

2.2k words

TOXIC TOXIC TOXIC IM SORRY I CANT STOP

this is purely inspire by that one clip of seungmin crying at a concert and he looked so pretty and he had on that cute little hat. i hope u guys know what im talking abt. he looked so pretty i just kendjskslsmd

also this may or may not be based on. a true story of my life😔

"You're still fucking him?" Your best friend's voice is laced with surprise and you can't help the chuckle that falls from your lips.

"I am. I can't help it! He's just too cute," you look up from your phone to your friend who just shakes her head.

"Aren't you fucking his roommate?"

"Psh," you wave your hand dismissively before locking your phone and placing it face down on the table, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him," you close your eyes and let your head fall back onto the back of the couch.

"Besides, I like to imagine I'm his karma for the way that he treated all these girls, y'know?" you chuckle again and your friend joins in on the laughs.

"But the real question is, who's the better fuck?" you let your best friend's words float through the air for a little before you answer.

"Kim Seungmin, no questions. Jeongin is just... gentle. He's a lover and you can tell. Seungmin fucks and that's all I'm asking for, honestly. You can definitely tell he has the experience," You open your eyes and nudge your best friends's ribs, "Maybe you should take him for a ride. You know, dust those cobwebs off and get some play," you tease your friend and she lets out a loud laugh.

"Unfortunately, he isn't really my type. His friend however..." she trails off and you roll your eyes. Her crush just seems to be evolving more and more.

"Just tell Minho you want to fuck. I'm starting to get sexually frustrated on your behalf," you deadpan but before she can reply, your phone vibrates on the table and you flip it over, a text from Seungmin lighting up the screen.

KSM: u busy?

"Welp," you slap your hands on both of your knees and stand, "Duty calls, bestie. You can either stay and get traumatized for life or you can head home-"

"I never want to hear you have sex again,” she pauses dramatically, placing a hand over her chest, and sliding her jacket on, “I will never be the same," she replies, a disgusted look on her face, before she stands and grabs her bag.

"Text Minho. You have one less roommate to worry about interrupting you two finally breaking this crazy sexual tension," you tease and she rolls her eyes before you both say your goodbyes and she slips out the door. You unlock your phone as you lock the front door.

no. come over?

He reads the message almost instantly and you chuckle to yourself before rushing toward your bedroom.

KSM: already on the way, princess.

You smile at the nickname before typing a quick response and then hopping into the shower.

taking a shower. let yourself in

A few minutes into your shower, you hear your front door open and shut and the footsteps that you have learned to quickly recognize. The bathroom door opens and shuts gently. You open your eyes and turn your head to the side, making out the silhouette of Seungmin through the glass door.

You can see him removing his clothes before the shower door slides open, revealing him in all his lean glory. Despite him being a bit thinner, he muscles are extremely defined and he's obviously packing (as most skinny men are).

"Boo." he jokes, pretending to scare you, and steps into the shower in front of you.

"Ah, so scary," you reply sarcastically, pulling your fingers from your wet hair to wrap around his neck. His arms automatically wrap around your waist, pulling your chest flush to his.

He leans in and closes the distance between you two, the moisture from your lips transferring to his and you quickly part your lips, letting his tongue into your mouth.

He parts from the kiss, his lips trailing down your wet neck. He knows exactly where to kiss, bite, and suck to have you writhing but he also manages to never leave a mark.

Your head falls back, the water from the shower trickling onto your face as you watch into his touch. Seungmin pushes you against the wall so his body is under the stream instead before disconnecting from your neck and looking you in the eyes again.

"You're no good for me," Seungmin's voice is husky and his hand trails up your body before it reaches your chin then he places his fingertips gently against your lips, pulling them apart before he dips his middle and ring finger into your mouth, pushing against your tongue.

"I don't know why I want you so bad," he murmurs as you lock eyes with him. He pulls his fingers from your mouth before letting them trail down your body and he presses against your clit, gently rubbing the nerves.

He knows exactly how to get you worked up and have you teetering on the edge of an orgasm and never lets you forget it. He truly knows your body like the back of his hand.

The sound of a phone ringing echoes through the bathroom but neither of you care as you squeeze your eyes shut. Suddenly he grabs one of your thighs, hiking your leg up with his free hand before plunging two fingers into you.

"Fuck, Minnie," you moan out and he chuckles at the irony of the cute nickname despite the position you're in right now.

"That's right, princess. I'm making you feel so good. I know exactly how to touch you, better than anyone else," his voice is croaky as his finger speed up inside of you.

"F-fuck me. Seungmin, please. Fuck me," you start babbling and it doesn't take more than that for his control to snap. He pulls his fingers out of you and turns you around, pushing your chest against the cold shower tiles.

You let out a gasp at the cold against your warm skin and then another when you feel the head of his cock prodding at your entrance. He pushes in completely in one motion and your knees buckle inwards at the intrusion.

The burn feels so good and you can't stop the squeal that leaves your lips as he starts to pound into you. He doesn't give you any time to adjust before he is absolutely ruining your pussy.

The sound of a phone ringing echoes through the bathroom again and he groans out in frustration at the noise. It's obscuring your pretty moans and it's starting to piss him off.

"Who keeps fucking calling you?" his voice is filled with annoyance as his fingers dig harder into your hips. One of his hands gently trails up your back, making goosebumps rise across your spine before he grips your shoulder, pulling you slightly off the wall.

He has full control of your body and you honestly don’t mind at the moment. When his hand unexpectedly meets your ass, with a loud slap. Your eyes snap open and you let out an obscene noise, your moans and the sound of your skin meeting echoes through the shower.

“I asked you something. Who keeps calling you? Any guesses?” he keeps pounding into you and you shake your head as your orgasm approaches much faster than anticipated.

“T-touch me. I’m gonna c-cum,” you beg and demand in the same breath and he chuckles behind you, his hand reaching around your hip and rubbing at your clit, exactly how you like it.

“Then cum, slut. I’m not stopping you,” his voice is loud, demanding your attention but just as you clench around him, he stills.

“…or maybe I am. Can you tell me who you think is calling you back to back?” his voice is in your ear now, pushing his cock deeper into you and the denial of your orgasm sends tears down your face.

“I-I don’t know. M-maybe my best friend? Sh-she just left. She might’ve left something. I don’t know…” you trail off when he starts to fuck into you again and rub at your clit.

“I’ll let you keep thinking of who it could be while you cum,” he sounds annoyed that the two of you were interrupted until it finally dawns on you.

You were supposed to meet with Jeongin tonight…

That’s probably who keeps calling you. Before you can truly process the information, you’re crashing over the edge of your orgasm, mind going blank as you moan out.

“Fuck, Jeongin,” it leaves your mouth and honestly, you don’t even realize it.

But Seungmin does. Seungmin hears the name of his best friend leave your lips while he’s balls deep in you and he immediately stops.He pulls out of you and much to your surprise steps out of the shower.

As your fuzzy brain begins to clear you start to get confused. Did he cum? You reach behind you and touch the skin of your lower back but you don’t feel any evidence of him finishing. Just to be safe, you push a finger into yourself before pulling it out. He didn’t accidentally cum in you. What the hell?

He also isn’t usually one to just let you come down from the clouds by yourself. He usually helps you relax and some how convinces you to go another round every time.

“Seungmin?” you call out and reach forward, shutting off the shower. You look out the glass door that he left open and you see him leaning against the sink, eyes focused down, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Seungmin? What’s wrong?” You grab the towel from beside the shower and wrap it around your body. You reach forward and he physically recoils from your touch when your fingertips graze his arm.

“Unlock your phone.” he demands and you blink at him a few times, taken aback at his unexpected tone. You cross your arms over your chest and glance down at your phone on the counter.

“No. What’s gotten into you?” you reach for your phone but he grabs it before you can get to it and taps the screen before turning it towards you.

4 missed calls and 6 unread messages.

“So? We both heard it ringing. Why is it a big deal?” you try to defend yourself and reach for your phone but your legs are still wobbly from the sex the two of you just had and he’s much quicker than you, walking out of the bathroom.

You follow him into your bedroom as he stands in the middle, staring down at your locked phone.

“Who is ‘J’?” Oh. He wasn’t upset about the amount of texts and calls, he was upset about who he thought it was. You gulp, you knew this would come eventually but you have not prepared yourself for this.

“It doesn’t matter,” you reply, walking towards your dresser and pulling out a pair of sleep shorts and an old oversized shirt, “Besides, it’s not like it has anything to do with you,” you shrug, pulling the shirt over your head.

“It does fucking matter when it’s my best friend, y/n. I’m not fucking playing with you right now. Is this Jeongin?” His voice raises at you and you freeze. He isn’t yelling but it’s a much louder tone than you have ever heard from him.

“Seungmin I-”

“You just moaned his name while I was fucking you. Do you even realize that?” He closes the gap between you, shoving your phone into your chest before turning around and running his hand through his damp hair.

“What the fuck. What the fuck. What. The. Fuck,” he groans out before he slams his hand down on your vanity, making all your makeup fall over and making you jump.

Oh.

Oh, you fucked up this time.

“Why am I so fucking stupid?” he turns towards you agains and thats when you see it, his eyes are glassed over as they lock onto yours. Is he about to cry?

“I thought I could fucking change you, y/n. I thought…” he pauses, gulping, before continuing, “I thought that you could catch the same feelings for me that I have for you. How could I be so fucking clueless?” His voice cracks and the first tear rolls down his cheek before he turns away from you and sits on the edge of your bed, his head in his hands.

You slowly walk towards him, standing between his open legs and prying his hands from his face. You gently grasp his chin, tilting his face up to look at you.

Fuck.

He looks so fucking pretty.

The tears on his face, his red nose and lips, his glassy eyes and that look on his face. In this moment, you’ve never seen someone who looks more like a puppy.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” you whisper out and his puppy dog eyes seem to just get bigger at your words. You place one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him. You let your hands trail down his still bare chest.

“So pretty…” you whisper again before leaning in and pressing your lips against his and he immediately kisses you back.

How did you manage to make the biggest player that you’ve ever met fall for you? How did you beat him at his own game? How do you have him wrapped around your little finger?

#skz #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz smut #skz seungmin #seungmin oneshot #kim seungmin imagines #seungmin imagines #stray kids seungmin #seungminnie #seungmin #kim seungmin #ksm #skz kim seungmin #stray kids headcanons #stray kids one shot #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids #skz ksm #stray kids kim seungmin #stray kids seungminnie #skz changbin #skz felix #skz hyunjin #skz jeongin #skz minho #skz scenarios

[cal-writes]

a little snippet from the train au universe from zoro's pov! this takes place in chapter one after the attempted robbery on the train. enjoy!

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“What happened!?” Nami shouts, pulling him into her apartment quickly and tugging at his jacket. The door slams shut behind him. The frame rattles.

“I’m fine. It’s bandaged.” He says, letting her strip him down until she can inspect his arm. “Can I use your washing machine?”

Nami gapes at him. “Can you-“ She groans, covering her face with her hands. Behind her, her sister Nojiko pokes her head out of the kitchen.

“Are you dying?” She asks in lieu of a hello. Lifting her chin as she looks at him critically. 

“No.” Zoro says.

Nojiko nods. “Then please be quiet. I have a headache.” She tells Nami who looks over her shoulder to stick her tongue out. Nojiko returns the gesture in kind before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Nami turns back to him, still standing in her entry way. Her brow deeply furrowed. “What happened?” She asks, putting her hands on her hips briefly before taking his arm and carefully examining the bandages more closely. They are slowly soaking through with blood.

“Someone tried to mug Franky’s train.” He explains, shrugging with one shoulder and hiking up his backpack further. 

“And some random thugs got you?” Nami tuts, making Zoro scowl. If he didn’t know it was her way of reacting to worry, he’d be annoyed with her. “Pathetic.”

“I just woke up!” He protests and Nami rolls her eyes, walking further into the apartment and to the bathroom. Zoro rolls his eyes before he follows.

Nami clicks her tongue and wags her finger over her shoulder. “Excuses, excuses. Although-“ She stops by the bathroom door, beckoning him to go inside. She stays in the hallway leaning against the doorframe and strokes her chin.

“Did anyone film you? If this goes public before the next Four Blue we might get a better rate on your bets.” Nami ponders.

Zoro shrugs, taking off his hoodie and throwing it into the washing machine drum alongside his jacket. He digs around his backpack for the rest of his laundry. Might as well take the opportunity to do it all while he's at it.

“I’ll have to call Cavendish. We can work with this. Unless you get yourself killed in the next two years.” She continues, brow furrowed and Zoro glares at her.

“I’m not dying.” He tells her pointedly.

She lifts her brow, looking at his arm. He follows her eyes. “You’re dripping.” She says tersely.

“Huh.” Zoro says. Taking off his clothes must have aggravated the wound. The oozing has increased, thick beads of red pushing through the white gauze. He shrugs. “It’ll stop.”

Nami bites her lip, pressing herself into the doorway as Zoro starts the washing machine. Her fingers drum on her arm. She has fresh nails, a seafoam mint with little pearls by the cuticles. He takes some toilet paper to wipe the blood off the tiles by his feet and dab some excess away from his arm.

“Should I call Chopper?” She asks tersely.

“No, he’s got enough stuff going on. It’s fine.” He tells her, locking eyes with her. Chopper would only ask why he didn’t come to him immediately and Zoro doesn’t feel like explaining. It’s bad enough that half his friends know the shit he’s in. Chopper shouldn’t need to worry about him too.

She wants to say more, he can tell but they've had this argument a hundred times already. “We should change the bandage at least.” Nami says quietly, walking into the bathroom and leaning over him to reach the cupboard with their first aid kit.

Zoro takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, keeping a bunch of toilet paper around the leaking part while Nami gathers her supplies. She shoves a tower of towels to the side to make room. Too large gloves snap over her hands to protect her nails before she unwinds the bandage with a pinched look. Her jaw is clenched, the bone moving underneath her skin.

“Thanks. I’ll pay you back.” He tells her, bumping his knee against hers. 

She sighs, shoulders dropping a little. “I’m increasing my cut for your next win.” She says. “Who bandaged you up? Franky’s usually more sloppy.” The bandages land in the little bin next to the toilet and Nami grabs an old, already stained towel to wipe away the blood. The precarious tower of them toppels into the sink. 

“That doctor.” Zoro says. "From Hiriluk Station." Remembering the other man’s fingers digging into his arm, rubber gloved hands brushing over his skin. The faint smell of shampoo over the copper of blood. Nami’s furrowed brow deepens as her attempts to stem the blood flow have little success.

“He said I need stitches.” Zoro adds.

She drops her head, groaning. “I was afraid you’d say that.” Nami says miserably. She whines and takes off the dirty gloves before taking the towels out of the sink. “I’ll get my sewing kit. Don’t bleed out.”

Zoro gives her a little salute as she leaves, holding his arm on his lap. There are blood stains on his pants but the fabric is dark enough they aren’t that visible unless you knew they were there. Maybe he can run a second round of laundry later. 

Nami returns with a little plastic case and a stool. She sets up on top of the washing machine for lack of surface area, making the needles and thread inside the case rattle. 

“He offered to do it.” Zoro says as she cuts off a piece of thread.

Nami looks at him, putting the end of her thread between her lips. “What?”

“The doc. Offered to take care of it. For free.” He says.

Nami scoffs. “Yeah, right.” She squints as she threads the needle. “As if.”

Zoro hums. Nami touches his arm before remembering to put some new gloves on. She also pours some disinfectant over the needle and thread before she returns to her stool. The smell of it fills the small bathroom instantly.

She takes a deep breath to brace herself before she pinches his skin and forces the needle through. He relaxes his fingers. Familiar pain making his arm tingle. The needle tugs at his skin, resisting Nami’s lead. It burns unpleasantly. Zoro watches the laundry spin behind the window of the maschine.

“He told me his name. Said to ask for him.” Zoro mentions. His other hand flexes and he has to resist the urge to bounce his leg. 

Nami blows out a breath and Zoro feels it on the wet skin on his arm. “Sounds like a scam." She says dismissively, then she snorts. "Or he wants to sleep with you.” 

Zoro cocks his head, inhales deeply. Considers. Thinks about those tattooed hands on him. 

“Oh, no. Stop looking like that.” Nami warns him.

“Like what?” He retorts but doesn't meet her glare. 

Nami leans in close until she can stare directly in his eye. “You’d think with your blood loss it would be harder to think with your dick.” He rolls his eye and leans away, ingoring her until she focuses back on sewing him shut. Her fingers slip on his slick skin, making it hard to get the needle through.

 “I wouldn't mind. He looks good.” He says after a minute of silence. 

Nami huffs. “And? There are many good looking guys out there who’d be happy to blow your back out that aren’t stuck up rich dudes.”

“Who’s saying he’s stuck up or rich?” Zoro asks and Nami just gives him a look with a raised bow.

“What about Killer? Ah wait, him and Kidd finally got their shit together, didn’t they.” Nami finishes off the last bit of sewing, tying off the end of the thread with a knot. There is still blood leaking through when she dabs his arm with the towel but much slower. The black thread paints a harsh contrast against his skin. 

“What about Yamato? I like Yamato.” Nami offers.

Zoro shakes his head. “He’s been dating some girl for a while. Pretty serious I think.”

Nami blows a raspberry with her lips, reaching over to the first aid kit and grabbing a roll of gauze. “What about the weird giraffe looking guy, Kaku? Or Hachi? Now that his restaurant has taken off he's-”

“Can you stop?" Zoro exhales sharply. She presses her lips together, pulling the gauze tight. "It wouldn’t be anything serious anyway.” Zoro says, looking down at the mess of his arm. He’s not exactly in a position to have a relationship right now. And his track record isn’t anything to write home about either - not that he could blame anyone for that but himself. He might just not be cut out for anything long term. He wasn’t exactly a catch before he became an unemployed bum. Looking at this history it was almost like Zoro was a stepping stone on the path to other people’s happiness. Which is fine. He’s glad they found someone. He doesn't really have the time for a relationship anyway. 

Nami gives him a pinched look before she stands and washes her hands. 

Water splatters in the sink as the needles continue to rattle in their plastic case.

#train au #op #one piece #panic pixie dream boy #roronoa zoro #nami one piece

[weird-an]

"What would you do to save me?" House asks, barging into Wilson's office. He doesn't look particularly worried, but he shuts the door behind him. So, maybe he really is in trouble - a usual Wednesday.

"Pretty sure I lied to the police for you," Wilson says, trying to shake off bitter memories, looking up from the file he's been reading. "Where's the body?"

It's a joke - at least Wilson hopes so.

"Right in front of you!" House gestures at himself. Very dramatic. "The patient's husband thinks I hit on her! Apparently that equals to hitting me!"

"Did you?" It's unlikely, but nothing is impossible with House. Also the thought makes Wilson kinda itchy.

"I don't fuck my patients, that's your thing!" House rolls his eyes.

There's a knock at the door before Wilson can answer that he doesn't often sleep with his patients - which is a really bad answer. House doesn't call him the office slut for nothing.

"That's him!" Suddenly, House is in front of him. He's so close. While he doesn't have any respect for personal space, they never really touch. Which is good, because Wilson finds the thought scary. What if he couldn’t stop?

"Don't panic," House says, voice low and oddly tender.

"Why-" House swallows the question, slams his lips against Wilson's. It feels like a fever dream, way too surreal to be true. Way too good.

He licks across House's lips, wants to get more of that sweet taste of his mouth. They kiss and it might be the best worst thing to ever happen.

"Shit, sorry- I thought …" Wilson can't really listen to what the stranger is saying, because his pulse thunders in his ears and House is nearly on his lap, fingers buried in Wilson's hair, tongue hot against his own.

They break apart. Wilson blinks. The guy is gone.

House grins. "Well, that certainly worked out well."

Wilson's heart sinks. It's been a distraction. Of course House would use him to get out of trouble. Of course Wilson would do whatever it takes.

"That was Larry by the way," House says. "The new janitor."

Wilson snorts, trying to hide the relief flooding through his body - as much as the anger that he fell for that. It subsides quickly, because House's hand is still stroking Wilson's hair, he realizes.

"Did you trick this poor guy to … make a move?"

"Oh, Jimmy, I've been hittin' on you since we met," House says, slowly getting up from Wilson's lap.

Wilson gapes at him.

"Bring some beer and we can finish what we started," House says, leering at Wilson's crotch where his pants are way too tight.

Wilson stares after him. He isn't sure what just happened, but now he's got the taste of it and he wants more. In the end, he's just a selfish bastard - just like House.

#hilson #gregory house #james wilson #house x wilson #house md #hatecrimes md

[raya-hunter01]

Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 5

Roman X OC(Kara)

Jey Uso X OC (Tia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy, infidelity, pregnancy

Roamn’s wife recently left medical school and returned home to save her marriage. Upon her return, she finds out things are not what they seem. Her sister is pregnant by her best friend Jey Uso, who is also Roman’s cousin, and her husband is acting suspicious.

What happens when a conversation overhead on a baby monitor blows her world apart?

A Month Later

Roman’s House

“Mama, you saw it for yourself, she slept with Jey,” I said trying to escape her wrath.

“Son, your actions caused that chain reaction, and Tia living here isn’t helping your case to get your wife back either,” my mom said washing the dishes as I fed Logan her bottle.

“Mama, Logan needs her.”

“Logan needs her like I need an enema. She doesn’t even want that baby; she barely interacts with her. How could you let this happen?” she asked as I wished the earth to open up and swallow me whole.

“Mama, I stopped it, I knew I was wrong.”

“But, it took six times sleepin’ with this girl for you to realize that, and then you lied to me. Roman, I didn’t raise you this way,” my mother scolded as I sighed taking my tongue lashing from her.

“Mama, I was gon’ tell you, I just didn’t know how,” I said as she sat down beside me.

“You start by telling the truth….I said some mean things to Kara going off how you were acting. Like when was you going to tell me that you had a child with Kara’s sister.”

“I…I was going to fix it all. I wanted her to be Logan’s stepmom.. I was going to make it right, then I saw red. She let him have her mama, my wife did that,” I said still in shock that Kara took it that far and slept with Jey.

“Roman, you can’t take a child away from her mother and give it to another woman, thinking it will fix the issue. Kara is hurt…Her husband and sister betrayed her, that’s a hard pill to swallow.”

“But look at what she did, like really out of all people it just had to be him. Why would she do that?” I asked, truly wanting to know why.

“To make sure she hurt you deeper than you hurt her, and it worked. Tore you up so bad you ordered a new bus. Got you walkin’ round here like you on life support,” my mom said, my jaw twitched just thinking about them together.

“Then you got that girl sleepin’ here, trying to get her hooks in you.”

“Mama, I ain’t-”

“I don’t care, if you want to try to work on your marriage, Tia gotta go. Her being here is showing Kara you didn’t take your marriage seriously and its disrespectful.”

“Mama, she has nobody-”

“That’s a lie, she got a mama, and a daddy. Tia’s mother was going stay with her for a month to help out with the baby. Rebecca told me, but Tia turned her down. I’m telling you Roman, get her outta here before something bad happens, son”.

“Mama, I tried to talk to Kara, but she’s been ignoring me. She just sits in mediation staring a hole through me,”  I said trying to get her to understand.

“Try harder, tell her what happened so there is no more secrets and hopefully ya’ll can get back on track. Whatever the outcome you owe her, and you know you do.”

“Mama, her sleepin’ wit Jey hurt me bad.” I said pleading my case as she threw her hands up in the air as I frowned at her. Kinda pissed she ain’t more on my side…I am her son.

“Roman, you’re not thinking about what you’ve done to Kara. I swear you are just like your daddy, can dish it out but can’t take it. Go to mediation today and be truthful with her,” she said leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Over the last month Tia being here has been hell. She won’t help with Logan, it’s almost like it’s no bond between them and that is insane to me.

 It’s been all me and mama, so I know I’m in this alone.

Hearing her come downstairs I rolled my eyes. “Morning my logan,” she said kissing logan on the forehead as Logan begins to fuss.

“Roman, I’m glad you’re still here. I thought you had left for the show, she said extra giddy. She really was trying to push something that was never going to be. My mom was right, she needed to go.

“Uh, no I got to go sign for the new bus and I got mediation today,” I said as Tia shot me a look.

“Oh, you’re still trying to beat that dead horse,” she said smartly rolling her eyes as I stood up walking towards her. “Um, what are you doing Roman?” Tia asked worriedly as I placed Logan in her arms. “Letting you bond with your daughter, because she has two parents and not just one,” I said leaving a fussing Logan with her.

“Roman, take her to your mom!” Tia cried as I kept walking, ignoring her.... I had bigger fish to fry.

“Make sure you’re gone by 1:00, my mama is taking Logan to your parents and you to get groceries for your house. I need you gone; Kara is stopping by to get some of her things!” I yelled as I heard her mutter under her breath.

Going upstairs I ran into mom. “Why didn’t you bring the baby to me? I ain’t gon’ listen to Logan cry all day because you left her with the devil,” she said as I snickered.

“Mama, she’s gotta try to bond with her,” I said giving her a hug before I went to get dressed.

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Bently Law and Associates

Kara’s POV

“I know you, nor her better be there when I get there,” I whispered as Roman nodded.

“My mom is dropping Logan off at your parents. Ma, can vouch for me,” he said pointing at my mother as she nodded.

“Yeah, Roman called last night and asked us to keep Logan," my mom said as I sighed, not really caring.

“Then my mom is going to take Tia grocery shopping for some things for her house because she’s about to be going home. After this, I gotta go finalize the deal on my new bus.”

“I don’t care where Tia goes, as long as she ain’t there when I’m there,” I said irritated.

 All he had to say was she wasn’t going to be there; I didn’t need an update on his baby mama drama.

 “Nobody will be there sweetheart, I promise,” Roman said as I cringed at his use of his pet name for me.

“Please…Don’t do that,” I said as he threw his hands up and sat back in his seat.

Sitting there in silence, my brain finally caught up to the little information he revealed. He got a new bus…. Smirking I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing he couldn’t shake the image of Jey and I on the other bus.

You could feel the tension as we went to sat with our lawyers. Ten years of marriage, was coming down to being in this office on the 15th floor, sitting around this huge table negotiating assets.

Deven, a mutual friend of ours, who’s also a judge, sat at the end of the table serving as a mediator for us.

“Alright, let’s get started. I wished we were here under different circumstances, but I digress. Mr. Towns what is your client Mrs. Reigns asking for?” Deven asked as I leaned back in my chair trying to relax.

“My client doesn’t want any of her husband’s assets, she only wants a clean break,” my lawyer said as I saw Roman twitching his seat.

“Kara is you crazy? After all he’s done..The devil is a damn lie, she want it all!” my mom said as I tuned her out.

I was too focused on Roman, who had leaned over and was whispering something in his lawyer’s ear.

“Well, my client would like to try therapy before we go this route. It will look good to a judge that you guys tried and could push this along quicker in the end.”

“I want this over,” I said as Roman cleared his throat.

“I want to try to save our marriage,” Roman said as I shook my head.

“I would rather swallow nails and dance barefoot across hot coals,” I said as my mother slapped me on the arm.

“Girl, hush this about getting what you deserve. He owes this to you,” She hissed as I sighed, sitting back and allowing Roman’s lawyer to continue.

“My client wants to also pay for his wife’s medical school expenses.”

“What!” I exclaimed sitting up in my seat looking at my mom who shushed me. “Here him out baby,” she whispered as I took a deep breath.

Bitch, now you want me to go back to medical school, now you want to support my dreams.

 “Like I was saying, we’ve come up with a total of 500,000 that she needs to complete her last two years of education.”

“That’s way too much?” I interrupted as his lawyer looked down at his sheet of paper reading his notes as Roman cracked a small smile.

“Always worried about me spending too much money instead of just letting me take care of you,” he muttered as I shot him a look.

“Kara, look at me.” Deven said as I turned, giving him my full attention feeling Roman’s eyes still on me.

“I talked to Roman and the price he came up with will help you with things you need such as your books, a Condo to stay in, and any necessities you may need.”

“Deven, it’s too much,” I whispered, totally thrown for a loop everything.

“Roman wants you to focus on school and not have to worry about taking up a job. He knew you were going to come in here and wouldn’t want anything from him, but he knows you deserve everything.” Deven said as fought back tears.

“Let him at least do that much, and hear him out,” Deven pleaded as I turned back to Roman and his lawyer, wanting to hear the rest of his offer as Roman sighed in relief before turning to his lawyer.

“Let her know what else we talked about Ryan?” Roman whispered pointing to his notepad as his lawyer looked over, shocked at whatever Roman had written on his paper.

“Are you sure Mr. Reigns? I said we could renegotiate that and bring it to the table later,” His lawyer whispered as Roman shook his head.

“She deserves it and I want her to have it regardless of if we work this out or not,” he whispered as I frowned at him.

“Uh, my client would also like to add an additional three million per year for Mrs. Reigns to do with as she pleases and upon graduation Mr. Reigns will donate ten million towards his wife’s own practice,” his lawyer said as I tried to process what he was offering…

“Jesus, Roman,” my mother said as Roman’s eyes never left mine.

Why was he doing this? Why now?

“My client has also cleared the balance owed from when his wife left school and violated the terms of her scholarship. All her debts are clear, so she can re-apply for school anytime she likes.”

“Why are you doing this? Like why now?” I whispered as Roman leaned his elbows on the table.

“Because I love you, and I miss my wife. I’m trying to make it right, Kara,” Roman said as I felt the room closing in on me.

“Now you want to support my dreams…. Now you want to do right! Now you want to make it right!” I shouted, the look of remorse on his face making it hard for me to breathe.

“I think emotions are high and we should take a break and resume next week. That will give Kara some time to think about things,” Deven said as my mother rolled her eyes.

“Ain’t shit to think about….She gon’ take everything he offering…He owes her that much, all she sacrifices she made for him,” my mom said as I wiped my tears.

“Kara, please take it…Even if you don’t take me back. I want you to have this regardless.” Roman pleaded.

“I need some air,” I whispered storming out of the room.

“Kara! Come back!” I heard him yell hot on my heels.

Picking up pace, I slip inside the elevator, pushing the buttons fast as I could as Roman sprinted towards me, sliding in the elevator  just before the doors closed.

“Kara-”

“Why are you doing this? You can't buy me, I'm not for sale."

“Baby, just listen,” he pleaded pulling me in his arms, cradling the back of my neck, holding me close as I finally exploded.

“NO! NO! Let me go!” I screamed, managing to turn my body away from him, but I couldn't escape his powerful embrace.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Roman pleaded refusing to let me go, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other around my chest.

 His grip never loosened as he lowered us to the floor determined to not let me go as I fought against him.

“Damn you!...... You broke us! You broke ME!..... I LET YOU BREAK ME!!” I cried as he held me tighter.

“Baby, please forgive me,” he whispered, his silent tears falling on my cheek as he buried his head against mine.

He had officially broken me…And now that he had me broken, he wanted to give me all I ever had asked for from him.

“Roman, just let me go,” I whimpered as he released me, allowing me to slide to the opposite side of the elevator, creating some much-needed distance.

“I’m sorry, I just love so much,” he whispered as the elevator jolted to a stop as I looked around in confusion as the lights flickered, then dimed……

No…Not now…We can’t be stuck in here.

“This isn’t happening,” I muttered as Roman rushed to pick up the emergency phone.

“Hello! Hello……Yes, my wife and I are stuck?” he said as I tried to regulate my breathing.

“An hour!” He said I hit the wall in frustration. This day just keeps on getting worse.

An hour in here….. With Roman..Shoot me now.

“Thank you, thirty minutes sounds better than an hour,” he said hanging up and sitting down under the phone as I took off my jacket trying to get comfortable.

“Kara, I-”

“Please don’t talk to me, you’re taking up all the air,” I said checking my phone frowning at the fact I had no service.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I swear I was going to tell you that night. If you could Just let me explain,” he said as I looked at him.

“Ok, I’ll play along, since you seem like you wanna confess your sins. How did it start?” I asked putting my phone in my pocket, giving him my undivided attention.

Roman seemed shocked at my question, this was not how he wanted the conversation to go.

Roman’s POV

Damn, she didn’t waste any time asking. I knew I had to tell her all of it but I dreaded it.…

“Well, I’m waiting, you wanted to explain,” Kara said as I sighed.

“The first time was on the bus. She had asked for a ride saying her friends had left her. Later that night after you and I talked on the phone, I went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and there she was layin’ in bed with me….Naked.”

“Then what?” Kara whispered as I contemplated my next words, but I knew I had to tell the truth.

 “She climbed on top of me, I asked her to leave but it was almost eerie how she looked like you in the moonlight, so I didn’t stop it,” I said as Kara covered her face with her hands, her leg anxiously tapping against the floor.

I hated to tell her, but I knew I had to tell her all of it.

“When we were having sex, I slipped up and called her your name,” I said as Kara’s head jerked in my direction looking at me in disgust and horror, but she didn’t say anything.

“She told me she didn’t mind pretending to be you for me and I called her by your name as we had sex. Like four out of the six times we slept together I did, the other times, no words were exchanged,” I said feeling the bile rise in my throat, for the first time truly realized how sick it all was.

Kara looked at me with a sad smile. “Tia always has to prove a point that she can take away the things that I love, and I guess you were no exception…..God, I think I’m going to be sick,” Kara whispered, as I dropped my head in shame.

“Kara, If I could take it back I would but I can’t. Just please say we can try-”

“Well as a last-minute replacement for me how did she do?” Kara asked interrupting me, as I groaned.

“Don’t do that, you know nobody can ever compare to you,” I said as Kara chuckled, shaking her head.

“Did you even try to use protection?” she whispered as I felt somewhat offended, she would think I would put her life in danger.

The first time we didn’t but every time after that we did. I got tested before me and you even slept together again. I was clean, and I swear it was only that one time unprotected.”

“That’s all it takes is one time Roman, and now you have a child with her.  You still never answered my question…. How was she?” Kara whispered as I felt like I wanted to vomit.

“Kara don’t do this?”

 “No, you already did this when you slept with her and KEPT sleeping with her. So how was she?”

“Like I said, she wasn’t you and since we are on that subject, I guess I could ask you the same about Jey,” I said as the elevator started back up with a soft hum but was moving slowly.

Standing up Kara grabbed her jacket ignoring me, but I blocked her path standing in front of the doors. She wasn’t leaving here until she told me why she picked Jey.

“Move Roman.. I ain't got time for this," Kara whispered trying to avoid looking at me.

“Why Jey, Kara? It could have been anybody, but you chose him. You let him have you, why Kara,” I said unafraid and not ashamed of the tremble in my voice.

I was hurt that she let him have her, that’s all I see every time I pull into our fucking driveway.

“Just tell me,” I whispered making her look at me, her once loving eyes now void of feeling towards me.

I really did break her…I caused this change in her.

Suddenly, I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I remembered something she told me once when we were dating.

"Can you please move?"

“I have to love and trust someone to share my body with them, I don’t just jump into bed with anybody.” I whispered as she seemed shocked that I remembered but recovered quickly continuing to stare a hole through me.

“I guess there’s your answer as to why I chose, him,” she whispered as we stood in silence waiting for the elevator doors to open.

This couldn’t be it….It just couldn’t….We can come back from this…Jey is a non-issue, I’m her husband…

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Gulf Shore, AL

Jey’s POV

“Man, gon’ call Kara, and tell her you missed her and want her to come over,” Trin said as I shot her a look.

“I ain’t trying to smother her, I know she has mediation this morning. It takes a lot out of her,” I said as Trin smiled at me.

“That’s an even better reason to call her and let her know you’re thinking about her, Jimmy said as I  found myself blushin’.

I really had been thinking about Kara nonstop since we left a few weeks ago. The facetime calls and texting was and all cool but I wanted to hold her in my arms.

“You never told us what happened when ya’ll went to Roman’s that night either,” Trin said as I put my glasses on acting like I didn’t hear her.

“Oh, it’s like that huh…Fine, I’ll get the info from Kara,” she said as I chuckled.

“I think they fucked,” Jimmy said as I punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t talk about Kara like that,” I said as he gave Trin a knowing look as she smiled.

“Yep…They had sex, and it was good too. She got ya brother even more sprung than before,” Trin said as I pulled out my phone to call Kara, not even bothering to argue because it was true.

I was sprung and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it…

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Roman’s House

Kara’s POV

I finally calmed down enough to make my way out to the house, and it seems like Roman kept his word...Nobody was here.

 As I got out the car my phone rang, smiling I accepted Jey’s facetime request.

“Where you been all my life,” Jey said as soon as I answered making me blush as I heard Trin and Jimmy awing in the background.

“Well, I always been here, and I’m currently at the house of horrors.” I said as Jey frowned.

“Your where?” Jey asked as I sighed. “I’m at the house picking up the last of my thing I wanted to get and granny’s bracelet.”

“Is he there?” Jey asked as I chuckled. “No, he’s not, he had some business to take care of. We did mediation this morning and it was a mess, but I’ll tell you about it later,” I said as Jey studied my face.

“I don’t like that look, it means when you tell me I’mma wanna beat his ass again,” Jey said as I gave him a small smile.

“What time ya’ll gettin' in today?" I asked as he smiled.

“We should be back in town in about an hour, we makin’ good time, tell the fam, hey,” Jey said turning the camera around to Jimmy and Trin as they laughed.

“Hey fam!” I said happy to see their faces, I really missed them all.

“Hey, Booky! I’mma need you to put this man outta his misery when this is all over with Roman and your ass crazy sister. He’s crazy about you,” Trin said as I blushed.

“Man, stop tellin’ all my business, Kara already knows what time it is,” Jey said as I laughed.

 “I miss you guys and I can’t wait to see ya’ll.”

“You be careful, get what you need, and get out. Dinner on us tonight,” Jimmy said as I smiled.

“I got ya’ll it’s gon’ take ten minutes tops. If I haven’t called, ya’ll back, call me,” I said putting their minds at ease.

“A’ight ten minutes,” Jey said as I smiled hanging up putting my phone in my back pocket.

After that night we never spoke about what happened. Jey was a man of his word; we carried on like our usual selves and for that I was grateful.

Running upstairs, I went into the bedroom and grabbed some of the clothes I wanted to keep, putting them in the box Roman had left on the bed for me.

I felt my anger slowly building as I looked around the room.. Had Tia been in here? Had she slept in our bed?  Roman’s confession on how things went down with Tia really had thrown me for a loop.

“Why couldn’t you say, no?” I muttered as I heard footsteps coming upstairs.

Ugh…

“Roman you said you wouldn’t be here,” I said agitated, opening the door and taking a step back in shock seeing Tia standing there in the sundress I wore the day Roman proposed to me.

“Oh, I didn’t know you would be here Kara. I was just trying to put together a little surprise for-” she started but stopped talking, seeing the look on my face…She realized she had taken it too far.

“You got on my dress!” I hissed as she tried to run but I caught her arm, slanging her in the room, and throwing her up against the wall before climbing on top of her.

“You bitch” I yelled punching her in the face as she screamed in pain.

“Get off! Kara!” Tia screamed as I repeatedly banged her head against the floor.

“I’mma kill you.”

“You ok up there Kara?!” I heard Janice yell as I kicked Tia in the stomach, before running to lock the door.

Nobody was breakin’ this up..She had it coming.

“Everybody always tryin’ to save you….You never face the consequences of your actions,” I hissed as she stumbled to her feet.

Before she could even see it coming, I ran at her, grabbing her by the and hair slamming her face against the wall.

“Kara calm down!" She cried as I backhanded her as she fell against me.

“Calm down my ass, I’m sicka you! Get off me bitch! I screamed, throwing her into the dresser as she tumbled across it hitting the floor hard. Her moans of pain bringing me satisfaction.

“What is going on in there, Kara?!” Janice yelled as I trembled with anger as Tia spit blood outta her mouth, crawling toward the wall trying to pull herself up.

“ Janice, I’mma kill her, that’s what’s going on!” I screamed charging towards Tia, spearing her against the wall as we fell to the floor in a heap.

My phone sliding across the floor in the process

“It ain’t worth it Kara, come on out baby,” Janice pleaded as I fought to catch my breath but I couldn’t reign in my anger. She has taken everything from me.

“I won,” Tia gasped with a smile as I snapped pulling her up by her neck dragging her to the wall mirror in the corner.

“Look! Look at us! Bitch, what have you won! The only reason you even had him in the first place is because you look somewhat look little like me the dark hoe,” I hissed as she tried to pry my hands out of her hair.

“Ain’t nobody tryin to be you! He wanted me because he knows I’m better than you!” Tia screaming as I chuckled letting her go.

“But ain’t you tryin’ to be me, Tia?…..Let’s see….You wearin’ my clothes!...You were fucking my husband and had a baby from him but you ain’t trying to be me.. Bitch, please, just own dat shit,” I scoffed.

“He wanted me Kara…He couldn’t resist me,” Tia smiled as I shook my head. This bitch was loony tunes.

“Oh! He wanted you, huh…Wasn’t he fucking you and calling you by my NAME!  Something you didn’t mind him doing by the way, right? As long as you fucked up my life!” I yelled as she jumped back in shock at my knowledge of what happened during her intimate moments with Roman.

“H- H- He told you?” she stammered as I smirked at her uneasiness.

“Yea, he told me all of it, and who does some sick shit like that? I asked. The tension building as we stared a hole through each other.

“Oh…nothing to say now.. Well, I’ll tell you who does that…A desperate bitch who loves to throw her rank ass pussy at anything that moves!”  I screamed as she tried to swing but missed, the momentum causing us to fall against the mirror, causing it to shatter around us.  

Luckily neither one of us landed on the glass but hit the ground hard.

“Damn it,” I muttered rubbing my head as I heard my phone ringing looking around in a panic, I groaned in frustration as it stopped.

I knew it was Jey calling to check on me.

“Miss an important call,” Tia teased trying to sit up as my phone started ringing again.

“J- Jey,” I whispered trying to crawl to my phone as I felt a Tia jump on my back as we tussled to get to my phone.

“What you mean don’t call the cops! You better get her quick then Roman; they are killing each other in there!” Janice said as she continued to bang on the door.

“Just as I reached the phone, Tia bit my hand and elbowed me in the stomach before grabbing and answering it.

“Jey! Jey, she’s gone crazy! Help me!” Tia cried as I pulled her back down to the ground hitting her with a right hook before slamming her head against the floor again.

“Tia! Where is Kara!” I heard Jey yell as I ripped my phone out of her hands.

“Kara! Kara! What’s gon’ on!” I heard Jey yelling in a panic as I put the phone to my ear.

“Jey….I’mma call you back…I got some shit to handle.” I panted

“Ka-” Jey started but I ended the call before he could finish, seeing Tia trying to run for the door.

“Where you goin’?” I asked, charging toward the door pushing her against it.

“Help! Somebody Help me! Your crazy!” Tia yelled as I turned her around to face me.

“What did you expect after all you’ve done! You’ve made me this way!”

I screamed punching her in the face as she fell in a heap at my feet, leaning down I jacked her up by the hair, tossing her again into the wall

“Bitch you ain’t nobody!” I Screamed gripping her hair as she tried to back away, I began punching her,  on top of her head, only stopping to change course landing a few punches to her face as she screamed trying to cover her face with her hands.

 I got a couple more shots before I felt myself being lifted up in the air. “Let me go! let me go!” I screamed, fighting against whoever had pulled me away.

“Kara, that’s enough baby,” Roman’s voice boomed throughout the room as I stilled in his arms, panting in disbelief at how out of control I was.

“Roman,” I whispered somewhat coming out of my tunnel vision.

“Yes…..It’s me baby, I got you,” he whispered holding me tight as I tried to gather myself as Tia got up of the floor wiping her nose.

“You’re really comforting her! She’s crazy and just attacked the mother of your child for no reason Roman,” Tia moaned, as I winced feeling the pain shoot through my knuckles as I looked down seeing the scrapes and patches of raw skin.

“Nah, I ain’t crazy..You just kept pushin’ your luck, like you always do and nobody was here to save yo’ ass…Let me go Roman!” I hissed as Roman released me, finally taking in Tia’s appearance.

“Why you got on Kara’s engagement dress?” Roman asked, his powerful voice overtaking the room as Tia said nothing.

She was too busy trying to check her face in the only mirror left standing in the room, on top of the dresser.

“Don’t worry, It’s an improvement bitch!” I screamed as Roman sighed gently pulling me to him, trying to check me over.

“Stop, I’m fine,” I said stepping away from him. “You got some cuts, Kara” he said worriedly as I shrugged him off again.

“I said I’m good, but you betta get that bitch outta here before I kill her,” I said pointing at Tia as she smirked, Janice shaking her head in the corner at the scene playing out before her.

“I won…I …ruined…Your …Life and I loved every minute of it…I hate you,” she seethed as I chuckled.

“You hate me….. You hate me!  Bitch, I’ve hated yo’ ass since the womb!” I yelled, knowing it would cut her deep because she would always tell me how she would rub Mama’s stomach and talk to me when Mama was pregnant with me.

“You wanna know why I’ve always made a point to fuck up your life?” She asked I tried to get around Roman.

“Because I wished you had never been born!” She screamed. "Move Roman!" I yelled as he refused, turning to look at Tia

“Shut up, Tia!” Roman shouted as she kept talking.

“It’s true, and she should know.”

“Well, Mama shoulda’ just swallowed when it came to you. Your whole fuckin’ existence has just been you being a living, breathing, pile of disappointment and cum! You gutta slut, I hate you!” I screamed as she seemed hurt by my words.

“Timeout!..... Roman take Kara downstairs for her to calm down…They hittin' below the belt now, ya’ll still sisters,” Janice said as I shrugged Roman off.

“I can go on my own accord. I don’t need him,” I said walking out of the room as Roman’s mom followed me.

“I’ll help you get cleaned up,” she said as I looked at her unsure of what her motive was. I was still pissed by her lil outburst and shots she was throwing a couple of weeks ago.

She betta not start talkin’ out her neck or she can get this work too. I’m tired of the bullshit…And everybody…

Roman’s POV

“I told you not to be here!” I yelled as Tia continued to clean herself up.

“She has to get used to seeing us a family, Roman.”

“Uh, no she doesn’t because that isn’t going to happen. We share Logan together and that’s all. I can’t believe you really came back here after I asked you not too…Just trying to hurt Kara,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

“That wasn’t my in-”

“Tia! You up here wearin’ the dress Kara wore when I proposed to her!…You knew what would happen when she saw you in it."

“She always takes shit so personal,” she said wincing as she touched her jaw.

“It is personal, and you had no right! Look, just get outta my house.” I said just over the day. I feel like the more I try the worse everything gets.

“How am I going to get home?” Tia cried as I walked around for the first time looking at the disaster area, that was once my bedroom with Kara.

“The same way you snuck back here after my mom dropped you off at your house…Hell, walk for all I care and leave Logan at your moms, I’ll pick her up later,” I said leaving no room for argument.

“You can’t just dismiss me like I’m nothing Roman,” she whispered as I turned to look at her.

“My lawyers will be in touch, now get out.”  I said as she sighed limping out of the room.

“This is a fuckin’ mess.”

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Jey’s POV

“Man, where we at? This ain’t the way!” I yelled as Jimmy sped up.

“We almost there, I took a shortcut,” he said as Trin tried to call Kara back.

“Come on Kara, pick up the phone,” Trin pleaded as I felt myself losing it.

“I just need to get there man,” I sighed as Trin rubbed my shoulder. “Kara can take care of herself,” she said as I sighed.

 “I know that…I just know Kara, she gon’ hurt dat girl.” I said honestly scared about what we were about to walk into.

“Tia been pushin’ and she finally got what she asked for. It’s been coming, and it was no way to avoid it,” Trin said as I took a deep breath.

I was so on edge as we hit the exit to Roman’s house, I probably could have run faster than Jimmy was driving.

Pulling up, we didn’t see the cops or anything but saw Tia coming out with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder.

She avoided our gaze and starting to walk up the road with a slight limp.

“Damn she limpin’ and did you see her face…Man, Kara ate her ass up,” Jimmy said as Trin snickered. “Told you Kara could handle it,” she whispered as I slammed the car door, rushing inside.

As soon as I got to the foyer, I heard Kara’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Aye, gon’ in there, we’ll look around,” Jimmy said as I went towards the kitchen.

“Roman did tell her not to be here sweetie. I dropped her off and everything,” my aunt said as I hung back giving them space to talk.

 I was just thankful Kara was ok, and I could lay eyes on her.

I watched my aunt clean up Kara’s knuckles as she hissed at the pain. She had a small cut on her lip and a couple scratches on her arms.

“Tell me how you feeling sweetie?  You can’t keep holding this in.” My aunt said as a strangled sob escaped Kara’s lips.

“Do you know how long we tried to have a baby, and that WHORE just gave him our dream without even trying.” Kara cried as my aunt reached over and gave her a hug.

“I know it baby,” my aunt whispered rubbing Kara’s back.

“Wh- What am I supposed to do with that?.…This is all wrong, it’s not fair,” Kara sobbed, my heart breaking for her.

Pulling away, my aunt took Kara’s hands in hers. “I’ll tell you what you do…..Leave him, Kara……Leave this town and allow yourself to heal,” My aunt said as I looked at her in shock.  

She actually told Kara to leave Roman and start her life over.

“How do I do that?” Kara asked as my aunt smiled at her.

“Take it one day at a time,” she whispered as Kara nodded wiping her tears.

“You right, I need to leave…..Cause’ if I don’t leave, somebody gon’ get hurt,” Kara whispered, as I felt a chill run down my spine at the coldness of her voice.

“I know it, baby… I can feel it coming, and I don’t want that,” my aunt said as Kara nodded in agreement as they sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until my aunt cleared her throat.

“So, do you have any places in mind?” she asked as Kara cracked a smile.

“I guess it’s time to give Boston another try,” she whispered with determination as I smiled.

I knew what that meant...She was finally going to put herself first and go back to medical school.

And she didn’t know it yet, well, maybe she did but I’m going to be with her every step of the way.

There was no way I was losing her now…

When the divorce is final and Kara’s ready….She will become Mrs. Fatu….

Why do I say that?...... Because you can’t run from destiny and Kara was my destiny.

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[nanamiscocksleeve]

Hiiii!

You’re doing amazing! Your writing gives me the bursts of serotonin I need to function lmao. Can I get 30 with Shiu Kong or (and get this) Masamichi Yaga?

Thank you! It looks like this weekend really took off, the requests keep coming in. Yaga or Shiu Kong...whoo them men just keep rolling in eh? So I personally don't feel like I could characterize Shiu Kong that well (*sumimasen, bows*) so I'm going with Yaga for this one. Hope you like it.

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You hold the cursed doll in your hands, trying to focus your cursed energy into it, to keep the flow steady. You moan hotly from the effort. Why had you agreed for advanced lessons to regulate your cursed energy?

Damn Yaga and his stupid stuffed animals. Damn him and his perverted mind. You try your best to concentrate but your patience is starting to wear thin. You falter for a brief second and the toy opens an eye before you correct yourself.

"Breathe for me," Yaga says in an annoyingly calm voice as he slides the vibrating wand between your legs, teasing your aching clit. You've made a mess, a puddle of fluid dripping from your thighs and staining the sheets beneath you.

The toy buzzes temptingly against your bud, and you're groaning, noises turning feral as you try to focus on channeling your energy and also hopefully get an orgasm. Your eyes start to hover closed and the doll jerks again in your hands.

Yaga clicks his tongue and pulls the vibrator away and you cry out in loss, almost completely losing track, the doll becoming almost fully conscious this time as you hastily start pouring cursed energy into it again.

"You can't afford to be this distracted," he hisses at you. "This is no different than being on a mission."

"Fuck you!" you hurl back at him, your clit throbbing so needily you feel like sobbing.

"If you can cum without the doll waking up I'll give you a bigger reward. Now stop bitching about it and focus. I know you can control your urges."

With that he turns on the vibrator again and sets it on your clit. So sensitive, so desperate to cum, so much rage centered on Yaga, as you grasp the doll so tightly your knuckles were turning white.

When you feel on the brink of an orgasm, you grit your teeth, nearly crushing the doll's head from the effort.

"That's it...breathe and focus..." Yaga murmurs encouragingly.

You let out a noise that almost sounds like a howl, voice quavering as every last brain cell tries not to get distracted from the orgasm and continue pushing your energy into the doll. Your toes curl and a heavy sweat breaks out over our body from the intensity, your thighs shaking and turning to jello as they keep you up. As it starts to calm down, Yaga takes the doll from you and disables it with his own technique.

"Good start...I knew you could do it..." He flips you over and before you could react, slips his cock into your dripping core.

"Enjoy your reward."

Send me a prompt!

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[vodika-vibes]

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2nd request:

Love oo

Jango (thats for you) , undersea, and hurt/comfort.

POW

Summary: The Tritones, merfolk with fishtails, and the Cecaelia, octupi merfolk, have been at war for centuries. Battling for land and prestige and the right to rule the oceans. The Haliae, the sea nymphs, have always sided with the Tritones, while the Chordates, merfolk with eel heritage, have always sided with Cecaelia. You are a Chordate, recently conscripted to the war effort, and captured by a Tritone War Party. And now, you’re little more than a prisoner of war. At least your jailer isn’t cruel.

Pairing: Pre-Jango Fett x Reader

Word Count: 2669

Prompt: Undersea AU/Mermaid AU

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So this took me all morning to write because I kept getting distracted. I hope you like it though!

“Dinner,” You scrunch up your nose as the night warden pushes a plate of kelp and some other leafy foods into your cell. You uncurl from where you were settled on your tail in the corner, and move the short distance to the place, absently lifting the greens to look for food you can actually eat.

You’re people are carnivores.

Obligate carnivores, even. You couldn’t digest this stuff if you tried.

But it seems like the Tritones seem to think that you can change your nature if you try hard enough.

Just one more reason why there will never be peace between the two sides.

“Being picky again, eel?”

You cast your gaze towards him, “It’s not being picky,” You counter flatly, the language of the Tritones awkward and clunky on your tongue, especially when compared to the more musical language of your own people. “I’m incapable of digesting this. Which I know that you know because I’ve told you multiple times.”

The guard opens his mouth to say something, only to stop when the door at the end of the hallway swings open, and a dark skinned Tritone swims down the hall.

“Prince Jango!” The guard snaps to attention, and you roll your eyes as you swim back to your corner. “What brings you down to the dungeons at this time of day?”

Prince Jango peers into your cell, and then at the plate of food sitting on the small table, before he looks back at the guard. “I’m ensuring that our guest isn’t being mistreated.”

“We would never!” The Guard genuinely sounds offended.

“Which is why you’re giving her food that she can’t eat?” The Prince asks with an arched brow.

The Guard pauses, “She might like it-”

Jango sighs, “You realize that this isn’t a question of like, right? Her people, genuinely, can’t digest plants. Their stomachs are meant for it.” He opens the cell door with his key, and swims in to take the plate, “Bring her a proper meal.”

“Ah…yes, my Prince.” The Guard bows and takes the plate before he swims away.

Jango turns his gaze to you, “I apologize for that.”

You wave your hand, dismissing his concerns, “It’s hardly the first time a Tritone or a Haliae have tried to make me more palatable for them.” You swim closer to the door, and then make a face. From the top of your head to the tip of your tail, you stand at almost 11 feet long. 

You can go from one corner of the cell to the opposite corner, and still have some of your tail coiled. These cells were not made for a Chordate…heck, you’re not even that long! You’re the runt in your family.

Jango is quiet for a moment, his dark eyes lingering on the way that your tail is still coiled in the corner, “Would you like to stretch your tail properly?”

You blink at him, “Is that allowed?”

He chuckles, “I am the Crowned Prince of Atlantis. Of course it’s allowed.”

You tilt your head, “You do know that I can swim faster than you, right?”

He just grins at you, “I’m not worried about you running off. After all, you didn’t even try to avoid the War Party.”

“You’re not wrong, but you don’t have to say it.” 

His grin widens, and he opens the cell door again, motioning for you to follow him.

You follow him through the winding halls, and you’re grateful that he seems to be doing his best to avoid large groups of people. You already get treated like an exhibit at the museum, and your temper is slightly more foul than it should be, given your situation.

“Here we are,” Jango comes to a stop in a massive reef that his family has been cultivating for generations. It’s a rather well known reef, even people in your people's territory have heard of it.

You swim a little bit away from Jango and stretch out properly.

Once you’ve managed to work the kinks out of your back and tail, you settle onto the soft sand and flip your tail so you’re able to look at the underside. You’ve been carefully monitoring a sore that appeared several days ago, though it doesn’t seem to be healing. 

“...you’re hurt.” Jango swims up behind you, his gaze lingering on the sore, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think anyone would care,” You reply honestly. 

Jango frowns, though you have the feeling that he’s more upset at the situation than you, and he digs through one of his pouches to hand you a small pouch. “Here, this is kolto. It should help heal it.”

You stare at him for a long moment, and then slowly take the pack from his hand, “...thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Jango settles onto the sand next to you and watches you tend to your own injury with ease, “You’ve done this before.”

It’s not a question, so far as you can tell, but it also seems like he’s making a peace offering, so you continue the conversation. “I have a pair of older twin brothers,” You reply, “And we fought a lot.”

“About what?”

“Oh, silly little things. You know what kids are like. My brothers would call me a name, and I’d call them a name, and it’d just keep escalating until it became physical.”

Jango laughs, “Sounds like me and my friends growing up.”

You shrug, “Kids are kids all over. And mom and dad refused to patch us up after the first time, unless a bone was broken, so we had to learn to take care of ourselves.”

“That sounds…mean of them.”

You laugh softly, “Not really. They’re big proponents of us suffering the consequences of our own actions. I think we turned out alright.”

“I honestly don’t know much about your people,” Jango admits, “Only what they teach us in school.”

“They probably tell you about the battles only then.” You finish treating your tail and start drawing little circles in the sand, “It’s dumb, this whole war.”

“Aren’t you a soldier?” Jango asks with an amused smile.

“I was conscripted, just like every other one of my people.”

Jango’s smile fades, “What do you mean?”

You sigh, “The population numbers for the Cecaelia people aren't very high. To bolster their forces, they turned to the Chordates. We have a much higher population number.”

“But you aren’t volunteers?” Jango asks.

“No. Mandatory conscription for all Chordates who are healthy enough.” You shrug, “We’re big, strong, and intimidating. It’s no wonder that the Cecaelia would want us. Not to mention, we’re not exactly welcome in Atlantis-”

Jango frowns, but he doesn’t argue against it.

You both know that you’re right.

“I’ll change that, when I’m King.”

You laugh, “No. You won’t.”

He looks offended, “You don’t think I will?”

“I don’t.”

“...I suppose you have cause to believe that.” He says with a sigh, “It’s not fair how your people are treated though.”

“You get used to it.”

Jango opens his mouth to say something else, but stops when his father’s second approaches. “Montross.”

“Prince Jango, there’s been a development. There is to be a POW exchange. The eel girl for one of our generals.” Montross turns his steely gaze onto you, and you meet it, unafraid. “Follow me, girl.”

“Alright,” Lazily, almost unconcerned, you lift from the ground and swim over to him. A small smirk crosses your face when he tightens his grip on his spear.

He might have larger muscles, but you tower over him, and you know that you’re stronger than he is. 

He’s aware of it too.

You don’t look back at Jango as you follow him out of the reef. There’s no point, odds are, you’re never going to see him again. You’re just eager to get into the darker lands of your people.

You also hope that they’re not trading anyone important for you.

It’s been six months since you were a prisoner of war and, you suppose, your imprisonment did come with something of a silver lining. You were immediately relieved from duty, and allowed to return to your family’s farm.

To return to your parents and your brothers. 

The fact that you had lost so much weight, and that your tail had been injured, meant that you were a good prop to parade in front of the masses, to show how monstrous the delicate and pretty Tritones and Haliae are. 

The Queen even had a speech written for you, wherein the details of your imprisonment were greatly embellished. You had to give a couple of interviews, one from the hospital where you were being treated for malnourishment, and then you were sent home with a very nice severance package, as well as an agreement that you wouldn’t tell anyone the truth.

Not that you ever would.

The severance package was very helpful to your family, and it’s not like you have many friends who aren’t related to you. And they already know the truth.

The Chordates are no strangers to lying to the people in charge, after all.

Honestly, you’re just glad to be home. To be able to trade in your battle trident for the much more familiar hunting spears, and to trade in the heavy metal armor for the lighter cloth that allow you to move, unseen, even through shallower water.

Your oldest brother flings his arm over your shoulder, early one morning as you finish putting food out for your family's herd of comb jellies. “Are you joining the twins when they go hunting?” He asks as he hoists an empty feed bag over his shoulder.

“That hadn’t been my intention,” You reply as you open a new feed bag and pour it on the sand, “You know what they’re like when someone invites themselves along on their hunting trips.”

“They haven’t asked, because they’re terrified that you’re going to vanish again.”

“Terrified? Van and Len?” You ask, skeptically, “I highly doubt that.”

He laughs, “You don’t believe me? Go and ask them yourself.”

“Fine, but only if you take over the rest of my chores.”

“Deal.” He pushes you towards the shed where the twins keep their hunting gear, and then turns, whistling, to tend to the animals. 

You swim over to the shed and peek in the open door. The twins, long and broad, are bent over their table, and they look delighted when they see you.

“You will join us, yes?” Van asks.

“We put the finishing touches on your spear.” Len adds as he presses your spear, which had shattered before you were conscripted, into your hands. It’s only the blade, with some of the handle left, making it more of a dagger than anything else.

“You really want me to come with you?”

“Of course we do.” Len beams at you as he tosses you your cloak, “As soon as you’re ready, we’re heading to the hunting grounds.”

You squint at him suspiciously, but tie your cloak around your neck and strap your spear to your hip, “Well, I’m ready-”

Quickly, very quickly, the twins usher you away from the shed and to the kelp forest that leads to the hunting grounds. Knowing them, they have their minds set on catching the largest of the deep sea fish, and bringing it home for mother to prepare.

It’s roughly three hours later, when the three of you stumble on something that you absolutely shouldn’t.

“Is that a Tritones War Party?” Van asks his twin as the three of you hide in the shadows of an outcropping. 

“It is, but…look.” You gesture to something that caught your eye, “Those are holy men and women. Look at their clothing.”

The twins glance at you, and then peer back at the War Party. Len scoffs, “She’s right. Look at the weapons. Why are the Tritones holy men attacking a Tritones war party?”

“Infighting?” Van asks, “Would only be good for us.”

“What d’ya think?” Len asks you.

You tilt your head, “The Tritones over there. That’s Montross, he’s King Jaster’s right hand. It looks like the Holy Men are answering to him.”

“Would make sense, I suppose. Who are they attacking, though?”

You move a little ways out of the shadow, to get a better look, and you exhale sharply. “The Tritones in the middle there, the one with the blue tail-”

“Yeah?”

“That’s the crowned prince of Atlantis.” You say flatly.

The twins are completely silent for a moment, their gazes locked on what they were seeing, “You know, I have heard a rumor that King Jaster was murdered-” Len muses.

“So killing the new king is, what, a coup? Supported by the holy men?” Van asks.

“Perhaps.” Len agrees, “Not our problem either way.”

You’re quiet for a moment, “I think we should save him.”

Identical eyes turn to look at you in disbelief. “Why?” Van asks, aghast.

You turn your thoughtful gaze away from Jango and to the twins, “I don’t know about you, but I’m rather tired of our cousins being sent off to die in a war.”

“Of course we are,” Len says, “But we can’t chang-” He stops mid-sentence, and then turns a calculating gaze towards the injured king, “We can work with that.”

It takes Van a moment before he understands where his twin’s thought process went, and then his gaze turns calculating as well. “We’ll have to save him first,” He notes.

“Well,” You murmur thoughtfully, “They are trespassing on our hunting grounds.” Twin pairs of eyes turn to you, and unholy glee crosses their faces. You’d feel guilty, if you weren’t sure that you had the exact same look on your face. 

“You collect the king,” Len orders you, “We’re going to have some fun.” The twins vanish into the dark, disappearing with such skill that even you have a hard time tracking them through the kelp.

You wait until you hear the first scream, and then you move, easing through the kelp cautiously, until you reach where Jango is laying. “You seem to be having a hard time,” You say lightly as you cut his bindings and then pull him into the kelp. 

“You…what?” Jango blinks at the back of your head as you easily propel him through the kelp. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. This is my family’s land.” You reply, “My brothers are dealing with the people who are hunting you.”

“Oh.”

You keep pulling him until you’re safely outside the kelp forest, and back on the farm, “Here, you’ll be safe here.”

Jango looks around, and then turns his gaze back to you, “Why are you helping me?” He asks quietly.

“Well,” You pause, “It’s not wholly to be a good person,” You admit.

“I didn’t think it was,” Jango replies wryly, “So why did you help me.”

“Well, you’re a king without a kingdom, based on what I just saw. And my people are so tired of being sent to war to die for people who see us as little more than canon fodder.”

“So…you help me and I help you?”

“Pretty much.”

“I suppose that’s not a bad deal,” he murmurs, “Who do I have to talk to?”

You smile at him, “My grandfather.”

“Can you take me to him?” Jango asks.

“That is the plan, yes.” You reply cheerfully as you turn to lead him deeper into the village. 

You already have over a dozen plans and backup plans forming in your mind. And you know that your brothers and your extended family will also have plans forming as they realize exactly what opportunity they have in front of them.

You’d almost pity Jango, if you didn’t know that this was going to work out in his best interest. And yours.

A sly little smile crosses your face.

It’s time to change the game that your people have been playing for generations. This time it’ll be more in your favor.

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