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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 months

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talk | myg | nyangnyang au

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Your husband Min Yoongi declares that he needs to be more of a whore. Nyan?!

warnings: discussion about sex life; husband!Yoongi x wife!reader with their pet white cat Nyangnyang; heavy make-out session; domestic + fluffy; nyangnyang!au but can be read alone tbh it's just a husband and wife chatting about their sex life + the antics of their peanut gallery lol

You didn’t quite believe in soulmates or fate, but you were sure that Min Yoongi was the love of your life.

“I think I need to be more of a whore.”

Precisely why.

Wait, what?

You looked up from wiping down the coffee table and stared at him.

“What?”

“Nyan.”

Your husband was sitting on the sofa. An attempt to rest, except the furball you both affectionately called cutie had immediately rocketed into his lap and began rolling around, loudly demanding pets and leaving white fur all over your husband’s black sweatpants. Nyangnyang the cat had zero concept of personal space. Your husband had a problem with saying no to those he loved. Her head was in his large palm as the other rubbed her belly. White fur was getting everywhere. Loud purrs punctuated the silence.

“Do you think our sex life is boring?” was Yoongi’s follow-up on his previous declaration.

You folded up the polishing cloth and left it on the glass table, figuring this was going to be more than a yes-or-no conversation. Strands of black hair fell past his temples, framing his black metal glasses and sharp dark brown eyes. He looked at you with a calm expression as if he was talking about the weather and not about how he thought he needed to be more of a whore.

You paused. “I don’t think so, but I figured the slowdown was because you worked on that important album. You said it was very emotionally draining.” Your husband was a music producer. He wasn’t allowed to talk about what he was working on, which was why he told his wife everything. Hey, his primary loyalty was to his wife. That and you weren’t going to tell a soul anyway. That would require social interaction. Ew. “You’ve been sleeping a lot and watching TV all day even after you wrapped it up.”

Nyangnyang rolled around and covered Yoongi’s thighs with more snow-white cat hair. You used to keep a lint roller in the living room until Yoongi realized the cat had been knocking it down and licking the sticky paper like an adhesive heathen. Then you switched to other types of lint-and-fur collectors. The cat still licked the tacky parts. Sigh. Now they had to be kept in the closet. You and Yoongi just accepted that you both would be covered in cat hair twenty-four-seven.

Welp.

He accepted the fluffy tail smacking his stomach and scratched behind Nyangnyang’s ears while watching you carefully. At least his baggy t-shirt was white. You stayed kneeling on the floor, curiously tilting your head, positioned on the other side of the smoked glass and black marble coffee table.

Finally, Yoongi sighed. “I think I need to try harder. I’m feeling outdone by you lately.”

You frowned. “Sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

For some reason, the cat stood up, circling Yoongi’s lap again before flopping down. You noticed his pale hand hover over his nuts before Nyangnyang threw herself down again with a dramatic princess floof. You could relate.

Heh.

His eye twitched. “Watch it,” he muttered, casting his eyes downward.

The cat gave no fucks and shoved her pink nose into Yoongi’s palm.

“What about last night?” you continued. “You came four times. Your dick felt great.”

Your husband gave you the side-eye. “You know, there’s a person attached to this dick.”

You grinned.

He scoffed. “Just because you were into the dick doesn’t mean you were into me.”

Your grin disappeared. “What are you talking about? I only think about you during sex. There’s no one else I want to think about.”

But as soon as the words came out of your mouth, you could tell that wasn’t what Yoongi was getting at. He stuck his tongue into his cheek and his brows furrowed, glancing away for a moment to collect his thoughts. His hand on the cat’s belly stopped. Nyangnyang, being a little shit, kicked his wrist with her back paws. His hand started moving again without looking. The furball went back to purring up a storm. Your husband winced and tried not to show it. Despite his longer, lustrous hair and slender frame, Min Yoongi was a manly man at heart that enjoyed woodworking, basketball, and UFC as much as he enjoyed music, fashion, and picking out aesthetic living room pillows.

“I’ve been relying a little too much on you being sexy and leading everything without contributing myself,” he finally said, sounding a bit rueful in his deep and raspy voice.

You heavily restrained chiming in that all he needed to contribute was an open mouth and a hard dick. Good commentary, wrong timing. It was pretty clear what he was saying and it was pretty clear that you should shut up for now and listen.

Difficult for a smartass, but you’d manage.

“I don’t feel that you’re having the same experience I am. Just because you like being in charge doesn’t mean I should step back,” he went on, verbally working through his thought process and letting you in on it. You were a bit surprised hearing those words, as it was word-for-word something you mentioned before, although that was years ago when something similar happened. It had been you to bring it up then. He listens, huh. Yoongi ticked his head, his glasses reflecting light. “I feel I’ve gotten a little lazy. And, with it, been too in my head recently. I don’t like this feeling. I’m not performing well. I need to be more into it.”

It was a first for him to be so direct about this. Usually, you would bring it up for some reason or the other. He was always willing to talk about it, but, well. You had always had a more… intense… libido compared to Yoongi and, although some would argue it was a good problem to have, he often had to rise to the occasion (pun intended). Something he wanted to do and did so without hesitation, but that also meant that he was more sensitive to his own intrusive thoughts whereas you were too absorbed with fucking to notice any. Sex was when you were free, yet Yoongi had reasonable worries that interfered sometimes. You had sensed the tension last night and figured some fucking would help relax him. But it turned out the issue related to sex itself. Welp. Still, it was nice to hear him communicate with you.

“So… how would being a whore help?” you asked.

Another bombastic side-eye. “I meant being more actively involved into the sex. Acting like one.”

You raised an eyebrow with a straight face even though you were cackling inside. “Do you even know how to act like a whore? You’ve never been slutty in your entire life.” Added a little dismissive hand wave with your act. Just to be extra infuriating. “You think acting like a slut is so easy? Darling, being a whore is a way of life.”

Yoongi stared at you.

Blank expression.

“You’re so freaking annoying.”

The tip of your tongue grazed the edge of your smirk.

“Naow…”

Your husband rolled his eyes behind his glasses. Hot. Nyangnyang seemed to sense the kind of tension a cat wanted no part of and promptly abandoned Yoongi’s lap, marching off to laze somewhere else. Not that her parents noticed because they were too busy making googly eyes at each other.

“It’s the middle of the day,” Yoongi said quietly.

“Time of day never stopped a whore,” you countered.

His expression was a mix between pained and irritated. Perfect. Heavy sigh, halfway lifting himself off the couch before you started laughing, breaking the tension.

“I’m kidding,” you chuckled, flippant, standing up as well. “Have you gotten a little lazy? Hmm, maybe. But maybe I’ve been overbearing too, since all I think about is enjoying your dick until I’m worn out. I probably shouldn’t go that far, hah… Yoongi?”

He grabbed your wrist.

You paused, fixating your gaze on him. His direct stare. Dark eyes shadowed behind clear lenses. Gleaming porcelain skin. You were both in casual clothes for lounging at home. Your lavender sweatpants with a matching crop top weren’t exactly screaming sex. But, of course, you would confess that you always made sure to cress cutely for yourself.

You frowned. “We haven’t showered yet.”

He shrugged. He had reasonably broad shoulders for such a pretty face. Fucking sexy as hell. You were allowed to think that because you were his wife. “You don’t have to go down on me.” Then he let go of your wrist to reach behind your head and tilt it back, the base of your skull against the heel of his palm.

“What?”

Then you sucked in a tight breath as you felt the tip of his hot tongue slide up your neck.

His warm breath spread over your skin, sending a wave of chills throughout your chest.

“Didn’t you tell me sex is more than just the orgasm?” he murmured, heating the saliva clinging to your throat. “I completely agree.”

Under normal circumstances you would have had the smartass comment ready, was this the right situation to admit that the wife was always right, but you didn’t even have a chance to glance at him before his lips started feathering up the side of your neck, his deft hands in your hair, licking, kissing, his familiar scent invading your nose, his soft black hair against your cheek, every action tantalizing your senses.

It was then that you realized, yes, you did miss this.

As a married couple that lived together, you both had the luxury of skipping steps. You could get into the action any time and that was exciting in its own right. You also had the natural tendency to immediately get into it, using everything in your arsenal all at once. Speed, accuracy, precision, multiple sensations all over, forcing all of your past lovers to chase to keep up with you and not giving them time to react or prepare themselves. There wasn’t much time to pull on the leash, so to speak.

A whore always wanted to have sex, right?

So, acting like one meant…

Your hands slipped under his t-shirt and pulled him closer by the small of his back.

His teeth nicked the space under your ear and you shivered before moaning, feeling the tingling sensation of sucking skin and soft lips. It really was delightfully pleasant to be caught off guard by your favorite person.

“You… You’re saying I act like a whore…?” you gasped, still playing around.

His lips grazed your ear. Voice low, direct.

“You’d be one if I didn’t catch you and shackle you with a ring.”

Touché.

“What’s wrong with that?” you bit back.

He moved his head and you gazed at each other with one eye, lashes framing dark orbs that were the window to knowing each other far too well.

“Nothing. That’s why I’m trying to be more like you,” Yoongi purred.

Your lower halves collided. Layers of clothing and heated friction, his hardness pressing against your thighs, and then his lips caught yours in a fervent kiss. No different in the level of passion but you could tell he was different from last night. More mindful depth. Only focused on the moment. Tongue against tongue. His hands all over, sliding up into your hair and down your shoulder, gasping into your throat as your fingernails turned inward, scratching down his back mid lip-lock.

“Nyao!”

There was a flurry of wild flailing sounds and then a thud.

You both stopped kissing to stare into the bedroom. The door was open, as it usually was. A whizzing snow-white blur shot out of sight. The bed was partially visible from this angle. The right lower corner of the covers was messy and pulled out. You stared at it, trying to make sense of what the fuck just happened, still clutching your husband in your death grasp.

You blinked slowly.

“Nyangnyang, did you…”

“… Fail to jump onto the bed?” Yoongi finished for you with just as much disbelief in his voice.

Absolute silence.

“Hasn’t she made that jump hundreds of times?” you wondered out loud.

Yoongi grumbled. You turned your head back. He shrugged.

“Maybe it’s a sign to move to the bed.”

Hmmmm. You didn’t miss the want in his otherwise bland tone. “Why rush?” You let go of him even though your husband’s eyes were narrowing to death glare status. “It’s the weekend. We have all day. Besides, the rice will be done soon, so we should eat lunch.” As a very devious wife, you could tell Yoongi did not want to play this game but he also wanted you to give in first. He kept a firm hand on your waist.

“Hm, you’re right.”

“Yup,” was your chipper reply.

He gave you this look.

You grinned. Waved your finger as you chided him. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you dessert is after your meal? You can’t spoil your appetite with suga beforehand.” You bared the brunt of a criminally offensive side-eye. Worth it.

Then, Yoongi smiled.

Uh oh.

You had been with Yoongi long enough to know that behind that simple smile was a lot of cunning.

“But of course, my love.”

Well, a lazy Saturday just got a lot more interesting.

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triple-asstro · 1 year

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The Cat and The Mouse

the same, but on ao3!

pairing: leon kennedy x afab!reader

summary: You've agreed to a joint mission with Leon Kennedy in a rural village in Spain, you never expected to be involved with a cult. You also never expected your tension to be resolved after a certain chain incident.

a/n: hey guys, this is my first smut fic. i hope you guys enjoy it, i tried my best with this one and bc i'm in a leon kennedy brainrot lol. hopefully i can get re4 remake just for him ❤❤❤

words: 2.5k

song: friends - chase atlantic or chit chat - beach weather

warnings: sexual content, smut, hair gripping, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, resolved sexual tension

When you agreed to a joint mission with Leon Kennedy in a rural village in Spain, you never expected to be involved with a cult. You also never expected to be chased by rampaging villagers controlled by a parasite.

At first, the opportunity to finally go on a serious mission instead of the scraps you’re left with was almost too good to be true. Almost three years on the force was proving to be more menial and repetitive than you think. It was a pull that drove you, a pull to finally discover what the world had to offer. Plus, you could spend more time with the latest face Leon S. Kennedy. When you first saw him, you immediately recognized him from Raccoon City’s news station and even some rumours about him working in the CIA. Others spread these rumours like glitter across the hardwood floor, getting into every crack of the force. But to you, something sparked in your mind. It was a spark of intrigue, a spark of mystery, a spark of something new. He didn’t want to talk to others at first, opting to avoid any contact with anyone if possible, much to your disappointment.

After a few months, the stoic act dropped. You could remember it as clear as the clouds. It was a Thursday at 10:49 in the morning when you were making coffee in the break room, wearing your signature neon eyeliner. The rest of your coworkers were either busy with the overloading files piling at their desk or out for a smoke break, eager to escape said overwhelming workload. You opted to get a headstart to your load, with a coffee. The familiar blue walls kept you company along with the sound of churning coffee grounds until you heard footsteps resonating behind you. You turned around to see Leon himself, leaning against the doorframe of the break room with his arms crossed.

You greeted him with a faint smile. “Hey there, Kennedy. Want some coffee?”

Instead of his usual nod or shake of the head, he responded, much to your surprise. “Nah, I’m good. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Really? The break room is suddenly off limits?”

“Never said that,” he said. He made his way towards the adjacent counter, to which you observed.

“What’s with the chatty mood? Done with the brooding cop act?”

“No, just with you.” he answered, staring as you chuckled. This was a new side of Leon you didn’t expect. The brooding stoic cop with a sense of humour. Quite the revelation.

“Cute, funny boy. Why did you actually switch?” you inquired as his eyes surprisingly drifted down, his hand rested on the edge. Almost as if he was letting go of a mask, resetting his face. You kept observing his hands and their unique look. The veins popped out almost unnaturally, but not as freakish. Just entranced by the way they flex and contract with every movement.

“Nothing. Just happenstance.”

“Fine. I’ll bite this once, Kennedy.” you stated, grabbing your coffee and playfully bumping his shoulder, exiting the break room. With that, you began a month-long chase. A month of anonymous flirty notes stuck on your cubicle walls, a month of confusing glances that lingered too long, and an entire month before you got your intriguing proposition alongside your opposing fighter in said chase. It was truly something to take by the reins and pray it doesn’t kick you in the stomach.

Now, you’re half-conscious, scanning a dimly lit room wondering where the hell you are. Your eyeliner was smudged, staining your sleeves strangely enough. Drowsiness was still remnant in your mind, along with the numbness of your mouth. You could feel someone else’s breath dripping down your neck, its presence unnerving and spreading throughout the entire room. You tried searching the floor through your feet but nothing, nothing that could either cut or loosen whatever was tying your wrists above.

Where was Leon? Where were you?

“Hello?” you asked, dreading whatever response arrived at your door.

“Huh? What the fuck?” a voice answered, thankfully a voice you recognized. It was Leon’s, in its husky glory.

“Kennedy, you alright?”

“Somewhat, yeah. What about you? Are you hurt?” he questioned.

“No, I’m alright.” you responded as a bright light flicked on him. You then heard Leon mutter something to himself before he jolted up, sending you out of your seat and into the air before you got back on your feet. The rest of the lights flicked on, finally offering a sufficient source of illumination. The room you were in seemed to be an old boiler room, rust embellishing every object except for the chains. The chain was bolted high above inside a winch, leaving two sides tied to you and Leon.

“Do you have any idea how to get out of here?”

“I’m working on that,” he grunted, tugging his chain. He kept pulling and pulling, the winch’s old metal groaning everytime it attempted it. Eventually, the winch broke, causing it to clatter on the ground and send your chain along with it, pain coursing through your wrists and body.

“Ow!”

“Sorry, I was- I… worked on it.”

“I know, you certainly did….” you mumbled, shoulders slumped and eyes drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Who would’ve expected this, huh?” he quipped, shooting your eyes back up. You chuckled at the odd joke, knowing it was a personal attempt to shine light on a seemingly hopeless situation.

“You read my mind, Kennedy.”

Silence. That’s all that accompanied you. No matter how much you joked, how much you bantered back and forth, nor how many hilarities you traded back and forth, it would all be worthless. The only people who know you’re both here are far from your grasp and with the crop of locals you’ve seen so far, rescue was far from likely. As you were running down the list of potential escapes and sudden miracles, a thought appeared in your head. Not the morbid and grim thoughts that were occupying your mind, but a thought that could help.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Uh, sure. Ask away.”

“What would be the ‘perfect’ day for you?”

You could see Leon heavily sigh, giggling to himself as he attempted to cover it with his shoulder. You saw his smile, his god damn beautiful, stupid and enchanting smile. Even with one sight of it, it completely threw you off. It sent your brain into overdrive, forgetting about the previous thoughts and now, worried about what to do in front of him like it was last month all over again. You didn’t see him as the stoic cop with an odd sense of humour, you saw him as Leon Kennedy, the dedicated yet dorky agent. What a man, am I right?

“A nice rainy day inside with a nice steak. That would be killer right about now.”

You humorously sighed. “You’re really thinking about food right now?”

“Who wouldn’t? I sure am. What about you?”

“Honestly, a nice walk through some rainy woods. I used to do it a lot as a kid to calm myself down.”

“Not these woods, though right?”

“No, no, not these woods in a long shot. Maybe a park if I can’t find woods but I don’t know, something’s comforting about rain.”

“I hear you, anything would be better than this.” Leon emphasised, his eyes darting every corner of the room. “Is it my turn to ask?”

You felt your eyes downturn once again, and felt an impending fear overcome you. This could be the last time you’re ever awake, or even alive long enough to recognize it. “Yeah, I guess it is. Ask.”

“Why do you call me Kennedy?”

“Because it’s cute.” you answered, tilting your head slightly askew. “It’s a great last name, and mine is too boring.”

“What, are you trying to claim it?”

“Maybe. We’ll see after this, won’t we?” you teased, flashing a smug smirk. Leon’s cheeks flushed a bright cherry tint as he tried to seem occupied with something on the ground to avoid you from noticing. Clearly, it failed.

You felt your exhaustion overtake you, slumping down to the floor with your back resting against the wall. “Hey Kennedy, can I be honest?”

“Sure.” he answered, directly across from you.

“I…” you sighed out. “I was really excited to go on this mission with you. To be honest, I jumped at the opportunity to go on this mission, especially with you. You’re a great person, Kennedy. I admire you entirely and sure, maybe this is the last time I’m able to be in the same room as you. And if I’m actually going to be completely, transparently honest, you have entranced my mind, my body and my entire soul. Out of a million ways to die, it’s an honour to die alongside you. You’ve won the bite, Leon. I admit defeat to you.”

Silence wrapped you in its unnerving embrace. You just spilled your heart out to him, and maybe, some people would call it stupid. Some people would call it unwise, call it silly, who cares. Let them call it what they want. If you hadn’t said that, you’d probably curse yourself so much, it would’ve created a hell worthy enough to bamboozle the atheists.

“Look out!”

You were pulled out of your mental fog and onto the floor closer to Leon. As you looked behind you, you saw a crazed villager swing his axe towards your previous position. You and Leon were both on the same side of the room, glued to opposing corners trying to figure out how to handle this lunatic.

Thinking quickly, Leon eyed towards you to move slightly up to which you did without hesitation. Then, he gripped the spare length of the chain and swung back, whipping him in the eye and sending him in a daze. As if in sync, Leon leaned back and wrapped his spare chains around the lunatic’s neck and using his knee, snapped his neck with one move. You stood there, half shocked and half electrified due to you being fixated on the way the movement made his muscles flex, or the way his face stayed stoic during the entire action. The lunatic slumped to the ground, with you rushing to inspect his corpse for any keys, or miracles for that matter. Luck seemed to be on your sleeve as you fished out a rusted metal key from his pocket.

“Hey, Kennedy.” you said, immediately tossing the key towards him. Of course Leon being Leon, he catches it without any second thought and unlocked his restraints before flinging it back towards you. You unlatched your restraints, rubbing your wrists as they showed prominent marks in tinted peach red. Leon kept standing still like a streetlight, shoulders panting back and forth.

“If you’re wondering if I still meant the things I said,” you muttered, fidgeting with your hands. “I do. I still do.”

You approached him, careful to tread your next steps. You caught his gaze, staring deep into his eyes. It was a silent approval, a silent confirmation. One whole month of flirty teasing and confusion all solidified with one glance. Before you could even blink, you were pushed against the wall and pulled into Leon’s embrace to which you welcomed with open arms. Your bodies pressed together, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in your head as you both pushed your lips against one another, sharing a singular breath. The feeling of his hand on your throat only furthered that feeling of ecstasy.

“Say it again.”

“Say what?”

“My name. Say my name, sweetheart.” he gasped, catching his breath.

You knew exactly what he was referring to, almost as if your minds were interlinked as one. “Leon, oh Leon. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

His lips moaned, feeling soft and comforting as they parted slightly, allowing your tongues to slip in. He tasted warm and the mere feeling of him on your tongue was enough to send you into another spiral. Everything about him was breathtaking. His voice, his breath, his touch was enough to send flutters in your stomach. Your hands unzipped his jacket, tossing it on the floor while his hands reached for your trousers. He then suddenly stopped, eyes darting towards yours looking for a go-ahead.

You nodded repeatedly as he yanked down your trousers, showing your midnight blue panties. It wasn’t long before those were removed too, revealing your already damp pussy. The chill air grazed your bare skin, echoing out a moan from you. Leon knelt down, placing your legs between his head.

“So beautiful, sweetheart.” he moaned, peppering ravenous kisses on your midsection, leaving small hickeys embellishing your skin. His tongue slipped through your folds, the wet sensation leaving you writhing to his touch.

“Fuck, Leon,” you wailed, grinding against his lips, praying to relieve the evercoming wave that was looming over you.

“I wouldn’t have waited a month if this is what I was missing,” he said, dragging his tongue across your folds. You gasped, burying your fingers into his hair and gripping deep as you echoed his name. He groaned in pleasure at your touch. Warm liquid oozed down your thigh and decorated Leon’s lips and black t-shirt as you looked down. He noticed your glance and flicked his tongue against your clit, knocking your head back up. He licked up and down, your cunt already throbbing after a few minutes. You couldn’t believe yourself right now. The scenario that played out a million times in your head in various differing situations and variegated ways is now being fulfilled at this moment.

“Keep going, Leon. Keep doing what you’re doing,” you whimpered, catching a glimpse of the tip of his cock in his palm, slightly leaking from pre-cum. You both shared another glance, almost communicating telepathically. Leon’s eyes proposed another action, and your eyes answered yes. With one motion, he thrusted his throbbing cock in, making you wheeze out any air you had in your lungs. He kept this pace, driving his cock deeper while pinning your wrists above you with his other hand.

You felt your pussy contract, your clit enlarging while your bottom part contracted. Dizzying lust quickly subdued you as your mouth swiftly dried up. The dreaded wave of pleasure started to loom over you along with a tight grip almost snapping in your stomach. It was about to arrive at any second now. He kept thrusting and thrusting, the pleasure increasing as you felt it almost crash into you. A shiver of ecstasy shocked your nerves as you came, the cum dripping out of your pussy when Leon pulled out. As he stepped back, you both collapsed to the floor in exhaustion.

Getting up from your positions and resting both of your backs against the wall, you, wrapping yourself around Leon’s previously discarded jacket, stared into his eyes. They seemed slightly livelier than before, almost sparkling at a glimpse. Leon wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You gave a lovesick smile as he turned his face towards you, cupping your cheeks and looking at you with such adoration and infatuation.

“Shouldn’t have waited a month?”

“Shouldn’t have waited a month.”

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hoshigray · 9 months

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Sweet Blind Summer Fling ༄ S. Gojo

"Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!?"

A/n: Alright, y'all, it's time for the second entry for my summer series!! Not gonna lie, it was fun to write as it's my first time writing for Gojo. I think I did a decent job capturing his character in my style, but you will be the judge of that. This was supposed to be posted on Monday, but I was overwhelmed (had 1 hour of sleep) and dropped something else. But we're good to go now! :) And fyi: there's a bonus scene at the end that sets up the next story as they are connected. Any spelling/grammar errors will be dealt with tomorrow.

Also, guest appearances from my lovely mooties (@cu7ie // @kazushawty // @etherealxmaya // @hqkalon // @yourrfavzxri // @neptunes1nterweb) because I felt like it, lol. Hope this puts a smile on their faces if they see this :3

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - praise - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh).

Wc: 6.9k (7.4k with the bonus scene...never say I don't do anything for y'all)

Dear Diary...I once again have come to you with more thoughts that cloud my personal judgment. I did not think you'd be of use to me again. But after what happened last night, it's worth having you in front of me and a pen in my hand again once more...

After finishing your finals, summer break has finally welcomed you with open arms. Two semesters of painful studying and sleepless nights have been long forgotten since you turned in your last in-person exam! You've started working at an internship that you've been dying to get, enjoying the new things you're learning from experienced colleagues, and finding love in the field you've grown and studied for this entire time.

In addition, you also have all the time in the world to hang out with your best friends — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara! Just last weekend, you four hung out at this new sports bar that recently opened and had the most fun experience! Yuuji made new friends with people at the bar who kept buying him drinks; Megumi had to begrudgingly watch over the salmon-haired other to ensure he didn't croak from alcohol poisoning, and you and Nobara took sweet pictures together for your summer album.

It's been a great summer so far. There has been nothing that could bring you down from enjoying this season in the best way you can. Absolutely nothing that could throw you off your summer grove!

However, that's what you initially thought. Because why else would you be in some random hotel room writing in your diary.

To get the full context, I'll take you back to the night I and the gang left the sports bar. We spent the night at Yuuji's as he and Nobara tried to sober up...

It was a chill evening in your friend's place, you and the other three in the living room chatting with the television on low to not disrupt his sleeping grandfather. Yuuji was sobering up by eating bread and drinking water, Megumi was on the couch reading something on his phone, and you were arguing with Nobara.

The auburn-haired other points to you with her index, holding a glass of water. "I told ya, you lost the bet!"

"How!? You literally cheated!" You push her finger out of the way as you two giggle at your complaints. "You kicked Yuuji in the shin to distract him, and I didn't even know I was a part of the damn thing!"

Now your pink-haired friend jumped to say words of his own. "That was foul with what you did; I should've fallen to the floor and acted like I was really hurt. Have you paying my medical bills."

"Blah, blah, blah, sounds like a losers' pleas to me." Nobora rolls her eyes while you and Yuuji glare at her. "And you! You didn't say you were out of the game, unlike Megumi. I said, and I quote: 'When the wings touch the table, the bet is on,' and guess what? By the time the wings got here, I didn't hear a single peep out of you saying you forfeited from the challenge! Once you picked up a single wing, your ass was set in stone!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, you annoying bitch..." you groan in your hands as the woman maniacally barks her laughs. "Alright, fine, I ate the shortest portion of wings. Therefore, I, Y/n L/n, declare myself the loser to this fuckery of a challenge. So, Queen Cheater," Nobara snickers to herself at the title you've given her. "What is my punishment?"

You should've known by the evil twinge of your friend's lip that the punishment would be absurd. "I, Queen Cheater," she takes a confident swig of her water before sealing your fate. The words she says next shake to your core, and the decline of your dignity hits you like a bullet train. "...Hereby dare you, the loser, to make an online dating account and find thyself a blind date!"

Your disapproval fell on deaf ears, forcing you to resentfully grab your phone and download a dating app. To make matters worse, you had to make the account with your friends watching (minus Megumi, who still wanted no part in what you all were doing). Once you were done setting up your profile, the three of you looked to the screen to look at the other users, who were also on a quest to find a sense of courtship.

The past thirty minutes have been spent looking at all the users around the area, swiping left and right for those who did and didn't pique your interest.

Todo Aoi (22) "I like 'em tall, with a FAT ASS. If you don't fit the criteria, it's gonna be hard to convince me."

Oh, brother.

Sol (18) "Don't know about a long-term relationship, but we can be chill if ya wanna be friends! :D"

Seems nice. Maybe a chat wouldn't hurt.

Mei Mei (36) Don't ever expect me to pay for the first date or any date. Will you see me again depends on what you have in your savings. ♡

Alright, I appreciate the honesty. But nope.

Karma (20) "Tbh I'm secretly married to my four wives: Hoshi, Maya, Sae, and Zari. But if you look like or are Toji Fushiguro, hit my DMs pronto!! Shhhh, don't tell Hoshi tho, she might divorce me :P"

Okay then—Wait, isn't that Megumi's dad??

Hoshi (20s) Don't listen to Karma. We are very much divorced, and my heart belongs to my one and only: Toji Fushiguro :/

Alrighty then...

Sapphire (19) "Call me MLK, cuz I had a dream about us 🫦"

Fucking no!

Frustration keens in through a heavy sigh. Usually, you'd be happy knowing you can't seem to find a match; however, for this situation, Nobara Kugisaki will not let you off the hook until there's someone worthy of the swipe of invitation. You groan in exhaustion, throwing your head back onto the couch behind you.

With no luck, you decided to call it a night and try again later. So you called an Uber, took yourself home after saying goodbyes to your friends, and reluctantly promised Nobara you'd let her know if you'd get a blind date. With a nice shower and some comfortable PJs, you're now lying comfortably on your bed and looking through all the pictures you took tonight. Then, for some reason, you had the urge to go back on the dating app to look through more users to match up with. Probably because you'd prefer to get this bet out of the way now than later. Regardless of the justification, you spend about twenty minutes swiping and reading through many other people's profiles, and — just like before — not many people catch your eye.

That holds true until you stumble upon a name and description that sparks your curiosity.

Satoru Gojo (old enough to be irresistible; 31) "I was made perfect, I can do everything perfectly, but I want us to be perfect together (･ω<;)☆"

It might've been the use of the emoticon or the confidence that seeped out based on the tiny description. Whatever the case, you stayed on the user's profile for quite a while longer than the others. Even going far as to read his profile thoroughly: knowing what his likes and dislikes are, his height, a fan of Digimon, and so on.

And you contemplated whether or not to swipe him to the side of approval, but you made up your mind after a few minutes of inner discourse. It's not like I'll match up with him immediately. So, you gave him the go and continued on with your search.

Although, that was short-lived because what happened next surprised you to the point that sleep no longer claimed over you.

"Contratz! You've successfully matched with Satoru Gojo!"

Wait, what!!??

You were utterly perplexed by the pop-up showing up on your phone screen. There's no way this was happening, all under the same night, too! And what surprised you the most was the fact that he was awake as well, sending you the first message:

gogojojo: Hey!

Oh, fucking shit. Your body tenses at the greeting, reading his username and message repeatedly. Quickly, you take a few deep breaths to ease yourself before doing something stupid. You answer him with a salutation of your own:

y/ndontwannabehere: Hi there!

gogojojo: A night owl too, huh? Couldn't sleep?

y/ndontwannabehere: Yeah, was just on my phone for a bit, until I saw your message.

gogojojo: Lucky me! I was surprised to have you as a match, I saw your profile about an hour ago.

y/ndontwannabehere: I'm also surprised as well, you're one of the few people who I seemed interested in.

gogojojo: Well, I'm flattered :D Now that you got my attention, what would you like to know about me?

y/ndontwannabehere: Okay...it says you're six-foot-three, how's that like?

gogojojo: I may be six-foot-three, but I'd like to be six feet under you ;3

y/ndontwannabehere: ......

......I regret giving this dude a chance.

Because of the terrible pick-up line, you closed off the app and turned off your phone to switch the lights off and go to sleep. However, another text sends your phone vibrating on the dresser's surface.

gogojojo: Woooow, not even a pity laugh? :/

You shake your head at the notification, but a smile creeps up when you open your phone and tap on the keys to message back.

y/ndontwannabehere: nope, that sucked ass.

gogojojo: Hey now!! >:T you can't say it's ass if it did what it was supposed to do

y/ndontwannabehere: and what's that?

gogojojo: got you here talking with me ヾ(●ε●)ノ

His message makes your smile broader, and you spend the rest of the night talking to Gojo.

It continues for two more weeks, sharing pieces of info about yourselves while rolling your eyes at his annoying jokes and pick-up lines. But for the most part, you enjoy your talks with the stranger on the other side of your screen.

And it all goes swell until he drops this:

gogojojo: Hey! Wanna go on a date with me this weekend?

You were lying on your bed watching Netflix, and you almost choked on your dinner when the message popped up. So in tune with the back-and-forth between you and Gojo that you had forgotten why you made an online dating account in the first place! You grab for your phone to reply:

y/ndontwannabehere: you're serious?!

gogojojo: yeah! I mean, you and I've been talking for a while, I'm kinda into you, plus we could meet up somewhere close. Besides, I would like to see you, and I know you're dying to see me too :)

y/ndontwannabehere: And what makes you think I'd DIE just to see you?

gogojojo: Because why would you not~? You'd be surprised by how many people I've had fallen head-over-heels for me~

y/ndontwannabehere: well, guess I'll be the first one to not be >:3

gogojojo: HUH!!?? Don't say that, I'll cry

y/ndontwannabehere: LMAO grown ass man crying over rejection

gogojojo: Rejection hurts, and I have a weak heart!! :'000

y/ndontwannabehere: Liar.

gogojojo: ANYWAYS! You up for a date?

And that's how you started dressing yourself up on a Friday afternoon, fixing yourself up in front of your bedroom mirror. Checking your phone periodically for Gojo to tell you when he's in front of your home.

You already texted Nobara that you got a blind date, to which she praised you with monumental amounts of supportive text messages and emojis and a text stating she'll throttle you if you don't tell her all about it. It was humorous: you created the online dating account because of a stupid bet for a random date — and now that it was here, you didn't know how to feel. You can't say when was the last time you ever went out with someone, let alone on a blind date! Anxiousness shadows you about the whole thing, but after chatting and getting to know a little bit of Gojo, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad of a date.

After all, the guy seems likable and fun to hang out with based on your interactions. Plus, it's only a date. That's all it is. Absolutely nothing attached in any shape or form.

Thoughts grind to a halt when you hear your phone vibrating on your dresser, a text from Gojo.

gogojojo: I'm here~~~ Ready to fall madly in love with me? :3

Your heart skips a beat at the message, biting the bottom of your lip in nervousness. You send him a reply:

y/ndontwannabehere: Nah, ready to barf right in front of your face :P

gogojojo: Such a rude person :/ Get your butt out here

You giggle before shutting off your phone and grabbing your bag with all your necessary items. Before you leave, you look in the mirror one last time, using this moment to mentally prepare yourself for what's to come. The day has come; you're about to go on a date. No going back now, and I can finally put this dumb bet to rest!

You open your front door and enter outside, the summer heat crawling on your legs from your cute jean shorts and your shoulders excluded from the cream-white cami top. You see a black car — a black 2018 BMW XI — parked right on the street, windows tinted to hide the face you're looking for. But when you draw closer to the vehicle, the passenger side window slides down, and you finally meet him.

The man of the hour himself, the man you've been talking with for two weeks straight, and the man you were about to experience a complete mess of a date with: Satoru Gojo.

"Hey there," his voice was chipper and friendly; his texting style matched his speech. From the window, you can interpret his outfit: a blue flannel shirt covering his white Tee and black jeans with a silver chain emanating from his belt. His eyes were blocked by dark circle sunglasses, making it hard to decipher the color. But his snow-white hair was the first thing that caught your eye, contrasting with the black interior of his car. "Y/n, right?"

You smile at your name. "Correct, Mr. Gogojojo."

He snickers at the use of his username. "You look cute, and I know you like what you see since you were eyeballing me up and down."

"Yeah, whatever." You roll your eyes before opening the passenger door, putting your bag between your legs as you sit down. While putting on your seatbelt, you can feel the bass subtlety vibrate within the car, and the music was...What the fuck? You look at the front integrated head unit on the dashboard and see what artist the man is listening to. "...You listen to Zack Fox?"

"Yeah, I was listening to his songs on my way here! You know his song Marinate?" And before you could answer, the white-haired man sang along to the lyrics. To your perplexity, you just watch him rap along with the artist and the outlandish lyrics. And he just keeps going until the transition to the second verse. "Funny, right?"

"You know," you shake your head at Gojo, whose grin goes wider. "I was about to fall for you until you started rapping the lyrics."

"Whaaaat, he's a comedian, it's meant to be funny!"

"Whatever. Let's just hurry and get this date over with."

"Oh, sounds like someone's ready to be wined and dined by me." He starts the car and shifts between gears. "Don't rush things, princess. Good things come to those who wait."

"Just drive!"

Gojo laughs at your complaints as he drives off on the street. You playfully groan to yourself at your date's antics, looking out to the window to watch your surroundings move past your line of sight.

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"Ever since high school, I would eat a pack of gummies anytime I was doing homework because it stimulates my brain and helps me focus. So by the time college came around, I got so used to eating sweets that I naturally started liking them." Gojo took a sip of his milkshake. "But then, when my best friend and I went to our first house party, I had my first drink. And, Y/n."

"Oh God, what?"

"The taste was so bad that I tried downing it all in one chug. Well, that came back to bite my ass — and my best friend got the worst of it."

"Gojo, what did you do?"

"He was sitting down on a couch talking to someone, and I was behind the couch feeling all squeamish. So, before I could stop myself, I barfed on his hair!"

"Oh, my God, No!!" And the two of you roar in laughter and bang on the booth table you were sitting at.

The date was at an old, vibrant diner in the city where Gojo is a regular customer; the cozy and welcoming atmosphere had you erase any anxious feelings about this date and feel a little more confident. You and Gojo took things slow, you talking about your summer internship and him of his job as a high school teacher.

The conversation started the topic of summer break came to play, prompting you to talk more about yourself and your friends. That flipped the switch entirely as you became more open about your friends and their goofiness. And as a goofy man, Gojo was intrigued with your stories and had him reminiscent of memories from his youth. Although, you've come to find out that Gojo takes his playful nature to a whole other level, and it's been having you two laugh about said foolishness for the past hour.

"The funny thing is, right, he was talking to this sophomore girl that was eyeing him up the whole time we were there," Gojo says through wheezes. "And he was finally talking to this chick, and she was really getting into him. I didn't mean to intrude on his parade or anything, but as my best friend, you're supposed to help me through thick and thin. I was going to ask if it was okay if I headed to the dorm alone while he stayed at this party. And then, vomit happened."

"Ewww, you terrible friend!" You try to eat a fry from your meal, but your giggles make dining difficult. "No wonder he pranked you with a weed brownie."

"Jokes on him; I still nailed my presentation for my exam. I don't remember saying anything I said, but I take pride in whatever I did to get that A." He takes a big bite of his burger and swallows before saying more. "And I started seeing the sophomore girl he talked to afterward, so checkmate."

You gasp at the information and throw a piece of your food at him, which he effortlessly catches with his hand and eats. "You petty bastard! I'm on your friend's side all the way."

"No regrets!" He hits you with his annoying chuckle that has you smiling hard, and the light above your table makes his dark sunglasses shine chicly.

"Oh, yeah?" You inquire. "I bet I could make you regret it."

The man on the other side of the booth scoffs. "Is that so? And how are you gonna do that, my pretty princess?"

You didn't think he'd buy your bluff. So, the truth is, you had no idea of how'd you punish the snow-haired man. Looking around the diner, you scope for anything that sparks a concept. You then turn to his side and notice a booth at the far end. A woman was laughing with her friends and sipping on a cocktail, making a slightly sour face after taking a drink.

And then it hits, along with a sneer, and you peer back to your date.

"You don't like alcohol, right?" He quirks up a brow at your question. "How many times have you had a drink in your life?"

"Three or four."

"Well then, I dare you to drink three or four cocktails. No milkshake or water to help you get through. Just the ice cubes in the drink."

White brows furrow, and even if the shades block them from your interpretation, you can tell Gojo is studying your face in deep thought with your so-called punishment. Ten seconds go by before he scoffs again. "I'll take up on that. On one condition," he leans back on the booth seat. "You have to take the drinks with me as well."

Now it's your turn to raise a brow and think about his words. "You're paying for the drinks."

"Done deal." He pulls his hand outward to you, initiating a handshake to set the seal in stone before continuing on with this game of yours. You happily shake his hand, commencing the punishment to officially start.

One cocktail was a breeze for you but a bit of a doozy for Gojo to stomach; you had to warn him that if he barfed on you, you'd ditch him and block him for life. Two cocktails in is when you begin feeling tingly. Your date was going through it halfway into the glass, so you had to compromise that a glass of water was needed for him.

Three cocktails in, and you undoubtedly feel the alcohol hit you behind its sweet and tangy facade. You can hardly look at the drink, same with Gojo. You two look at each other and shake your heads in disagreement, pushing the glasses to the side and groaning with your now-drunk selves.

Gojo is the first to say something. "As far as disciplines go, that was, without a doubt, one of the worst things I've had to endure."

You giggle. "Honestly. But I—hic! Excuse me. I bet you're regretting throwing up on your friend's hair now. I did it for his sake, after all."

He only looks at you through his glasses. He then gets up from his side of the booth and walks to yours, and you scoot over to let him have a seat. "Nah, don't regret it one bit. Because if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't have you over here laughing and suffering in alcohol with me about it." He maneuvers his hand to rest on your shoulder, and you allow him to move closer to you. "Wouldn't be spending this fun evening with you."

Your eyes hesitantly venture up to his face, welcoming you to the tension that builds up with the lighting and soft music of the diner. His hand rubs on your shoulder in a comforting manner, a gesture you take note of even under the influence. "You know, since you're enjoying having me and all, don't you think I should have a reward for doing your punishment with you."

"And what reward do you have in mind?"

"Can I see them?" You use a finger to motion your own pair of eyes, resulting in the snow-haired man in a short chuckle. But he doesn't argue with you and uses his free hand to remove his shades.

Icy blue is the first thing that comes to mind when you look at his eyes. His orbs are a rarity to the usual crowd, yet they go perfectly with his peachy complexion and pale hair. His orbs hooded and honed in on your figure, appearing soft because of the slight rosy shade of pink on his cheeks. You take in every single feature of his face before speaking.

"Well, I'm starting to see why so many people fall for you, Mr. Gojo." Your face goes hot with the sudden confidence that sneaks within you, yet you continue. "You're very attractive."

He chortles at your comment. "Thanks, dollface. But I don't think it's fair that you only get a reward from me. After all, I almost drowned in alcohol."

You hum. "Fair enough. What would you like?"

His face doesn't change with the following sentence he utters, but you take note of the slight squeeze on your shoulder. "A kiss from the princess would sure warm my heart."

Brows draw upward and breath hitches. A kiss? On the first date? On a blind date?

You don't know what possessed you to do this — it might have been the cocktails. But you incline your face to his and move forwards, your plump lips land on his soft ones for a simple kiss. And with the low hum of his voice, you place another. And another.

When you remove yourself from him, his eyes open to meet yours. A smile gets broader, and so does yours. "You taste sweet," you say.

"So do you." His fingers toy with the strap of your cami top. "Kinda want to kiss you more. And, you know, do a little more, only if you're up for it."

You give him a look. "I believe I just gave you a reward after receiving yours."

"I know, I know," he raises his other hand defensively, but he doesn't remove his smirk. "That's why it's up to you."

You only look at him as he waits for your answer. You already kissed the man; what more is supposed to happen on a blind date? Thoughts on what to do are carefully calculated in your mind, remembering the reason why you're even on this date in the first place. Without Nobara's stupid bet, none of this would be conspiring. Yet simultaneously, it's not like you were having a terrible time. If anything, it was quite the opposite. Not once did you feel uncomfortable around Gojo's presence or feel the need to call off the date. Just enjoying his company and character that attracts you to him more. Even if it means spending the entire night with him.

I'm already deep into this night. What's the use of stopping now.

"So?" Your eyes peer up and down on his figure. "What does 'a little more' entail?"

One moment you and Gojo were enjoying each other's company at a diner, then the date was moved to a different location the next. Now you and the white-haired man are in a cozy hotel nearby. You expressed your worries about Gojo driving you two to the new spot as he still had alcohol in his system. But your complaints fell on deaf ears as he persuaded you into trusting him ("Don't worry, it's like three streets away! Plus, it's almost midnight. No one's on the street." "If you crash us into a pole or something, don't ever ask to talk to me again." "Duly noted~" )

The two of you got yourself into a small hotel room. Soft lighting from the lamps bathes nude bodies lying on the comfortable queen-sized. You mount on top of Gojo, a makeout session warming the two of you up with the exchange of body heat. Sucking and biting each other's lips, his big hand at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, and the grind of your hips on his firm erection makes the throbbing sensation between your legs flourish with your slick painting him.

His kisses trail down to your neck, and you allow him to venture below your clavicle. Pillowy lips pepper your chest and eventually find your breasts, taking a hardened nipple into his warm mouth.

A sharp cry exits your mouth when Gojo lightly teases your nipple with his teeth. "Mmmm! G-Gojo, pleaseee, I want it," your words come out in whimpers, your body quivering as your cunt brushes against his erect cock shielded by a rubber.

"Is that so, dollface?" He coos at your pleas, his hand running up and down the cusp of your ass and slender fingers teasing your aching entrance every time they draw nearer. "Then go on, ride on my dick like you want to."

His permission has your face go hot, but you station your hands on his chest to propel you upwards, admiring the view of him below you for a moment before lifting your ass. He moves his hands behind his head to relax, signaling you to do the work yourself and at your own pace. And with that, you do.

Your bottom raises until you position the tip of his shaft on the squish lips of your folds. Your breath hitches at the contact of his glans. His smooth voice coaxes you. "Relax, sweet thing. Take your time." You take a few moments to even your breathing and mentally prep you for your following actions. Hips gradually go down and push the cockhead further between your folds. Entry is prompted through the pain with every breath, and a sharp gasp lets you know that his girth finally enters you. And Gojo moans as well.

"Hmmm, that's it." He comments sweetly, his blue orbs tracing the union of your sexes. His hands now snake to your hips, and he throws his head back on the pillow under him. "Ready when you are, princess."

When you're ready, you move your hips downward to take in more of his member, the size of him widening your folds to accommodate the foreign limb intruding inside your vulva. His curve nudging your inner walls has your legs quake, and you concentrate on not being hasty and taking his cock all in one go. So once you finally meet the base, you exhale shaky and use a few seconds for your body to adjust.

Knowing you have the reins, you start to move. You start off with a slow speed, letting the feeling of his dick rub your walls in a steady position. Your whining is muffled with the bite of your lip, but not the man below you. He proudly expresses his pleasure in his moans, the hold on your hips getting tighter.

"Haaahhh, so good and tight," Gojo purrs, egging you to dial up your tempo. He notices you biting the bottom of your lip, and he chuckles. "Come on, baby. I wanna hear that cute voice of yours. Lemme hear it all." He then surprises you with a sudden thrust, evoking a choked cry from puffy lips.

You get the memo then and just let the pornographic noises fly, every moan getting higher and louder with the pace of your hips. His length drilling within you with each intake, and you lean forward for your clitoris to stimulate with the friction, causing you to jerk. You can't tell if it's because of the sex or the cocktails from hours ago making your nerves so sensitive and tender. But in any case, it makes you feel so good right now.

And when you lean back, the feeling gets even more ecstatic, resulting in more mewls from you. His dick goes even further than before, grazing your sweet spots and walls with precision with your increased speed. You swerve your hips in circles, having the man groan. To counter, his hand snakes down to your clitoris to play and pinch on, and you scream.

"Ahhhnn! Haaaah, Gojo! It feels so," the sounds of your ass smacking on his things are now apparent to the ears. The raunchy squelching noises of your cunt embarrass you; however, you can't deny the grip your cunt has on his cock with every rock. Your mind slowly descends into a dreamy haze. "Nnnmph!! Feels too goood, wanna commme..."

He opens his eyes to look at you; the erotic display of your nude body bouncing on his shaft turns him on even more. "Yeah, wanna come with me?" You nod lazily, earning another chortle from the man beneath you. "Alright, stay still for me."

It takes you aback when he suddenly moves up from the bed, sitting with his legs crossed under your ass and his handsome face too close to yours. You instinctively avert your gaze away from the frosty-headed other, bashfully turning your face to the side. It amuses him, guiding your face back to him with his hand. "Hehe, don't be scared of me, angel. I wanna see that beautiful face of yours."

Again, you can't tell whether or not it's the effect of the alcohol, but your face and ears go uncomfortably hot at his compliments. And now that his face is so close to yours, you can clearly take in his features. His sky-blue eyes were extremely fixated with yours, softly hooded with the flutter of his snow eyelids and in contrast with his rosy cheeks. Your heart skips a beat. What is with this beautiful motherfucker?! "Stop flirting with me in the middle of this..."

He laughs at your sheepishness, kissing your cheek. "Flirting with you is what got you here in the first place, baby. Now," his hands slither down your ass, squeezing the flesh with his fingers. "I'm gonna start moving — get ready."

He waits for you to wrap your arms around his neck and lift yourself from his legs before he begins moving his pelvis. The rash jabs of his cock leave you gasping for air and clasping around him. He hisses to your ear with his arms now wrapped around your back as he brings up the rhythm of his hips. You're now forced to bounce onto his crossed legs, his dick scraping your insides deliciously so that you can't think properly.

It's now that everything feels better than before; his member now achieving deeper penetration to the point of hitting your G-spot accurately with the underside of him. You no longer try to suppress the sounds leaving your lips, your wails bringing life to the hotel room. And Gojo's moans get louder and louder when your legs slither around him, and your ass matches the climbing cadence.

"Oooooh, fuck, Gojo! Shit, shit—Mmaah!!" With every rut to your cunt, you can feel the pounding of your head get louder and louder. "Oh, Christ, it feels tew good, so gooood...!!"

"Hnngh, mmmnph!!" Gojo groans at the pleasure, placing his sweaty forehead on yours. His eyes survey your certified expression caused by his touch. He chuckles, "You look so cute jumping on my cock like this. Such a pretty angel."

Timid by his words, you shift your face onto his shoulder to shield away from his line of sight. "Haaaah, stop saying stuff like that—Ahhhhhnnn!!"

You shriek when two fingers come down to your clitoris, the digits swiping and pinching the tender bud. "Hiding away from me again, huh, dollface?" He continues to mess with your clit ensuing in choked mewls and tears streaming down your face, and his hips increase in speed.

Your brain is a mushy mess, fighting the right to form coherent sentences. His fingers go at a hurried pace, abusing your clit. You're so close. Almost there. "Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Go-Gojo, pleaseee, I'm gonna cum—Hmmm!! Ahhaaaaaa!!!"

The peak hits you hard like a train, your body shaking uncontrollably on Gojo and his cock, the walls of your cunt fluttering beautifully on his length. And the contraction pushes him to release, his essence captured in the condom to prevent a spill.

Pants and groans fill the hot space between you two, and Gojo kisses your shoulder as the shockwaves die down with every passing second. A wave of calm covers your body while exhaustion crawls up your spine. You lift your head from his shoulder, and he's met with the most beautiful dazed expression he's ever seen.

"Heh, I should drink with you more often if it means I see you like this." He kisses your nose, and you smile.

"Oh, shut up," you remark breathlessly, and your lips meet his. He kisses you without hesitation, bringing you with him as he lies back on the bed. The sounds of his lips smacking with yours fill the room with a romantic glow, and it stays that way even when slumber claims you both.

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You're woken up by some sort of light on your eyelids and the sound of birds chirping. With a few blinks, your eyes open and are met with the sun's glaring rays peeking through the blind of the hotel window. Begrudgingly, you rise from the mattress and stretch your fatigued limbs. A massive headache greets your head without your consent, pounding it like a drum. The sheet above you slips from your figure, and you find out you slept bare nude.

Too flustered for exhaustion to take control, you grab the sheet to cover your chest, afraid that someone would've seen. The headache vanishes into thin air as you whip and search the room. But there's no one here? And you then notice the blue flannel on the side next to you. The side of the man you were on a date with.

Wait? I was with Gojo last night, right? Questions of the night prior finally come to you. Okay, wait, we went to that diner. Then we had those cocktails, which was a bad idea on my part. So what else? Oh. We kissed. Yeah...we kissed...then I got in his car and drove to this hotel room, and then...And then we.....we—

Unable to complete that thought, a sudden click catches your attention, whipping your head to the hotel door to see it open. And there he is.

Gojo enters the room with his clothes back on, his white tee and black jeans. His shades now block the beautiful eyes you had seen last night — perhaps it was a fever dream, imagining that you did see them. He's holding a paper cup, which you could only assume was tea or coffee. When he notices you, he greets you with a smile.

"Well, good morning, sunshine~" his tone gets chipper the closer he walks to the bed. Placing the cup on the bedside before grabbing for his flannel. "I brought you some tea since I'm sure your throat is sore from last night," your face heats up at the comment. "Plus, I didn't want to leave you empty-handed before I head out."

You blink at him. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Remember my friend I told you about last night?" You nod at him while he ties his blue clothing around his waist. "He texted me earlier, saying something came up with one of our other closer friends, and they need my help. He tried calling me, so I had to leave the room to let you sleep."

You hum at his confession. "I see..." How considerate.

"Hey," He climbs on the bed to be close to you. "Sorry that I can't take you back home or treat you to breakfast or something. Maybe next time."

Now that he's close to you like this, you can make out the implications of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, blue orbs honed in on you and you alone. Your cheeks gradually go warm. "Next time?" You didn't mean for it to be a whisper, too entranced to notice.

He chuckles at your comment, and you swear your heart's beating irregularly. "Yeah, princess. I'd love to see you next time." He draws closer to kiss your forehead, and it takes every nerve in your body to not melt then and there. He then removes himself from the bed, the dent returning to normal now that his weight is off.

Gojo straightens himself and turns away from you. "Alright, I'm off. I'll leave my hotel card by the door. Text me if you need money for an Uber, 'kay?" You hear the door open. "Be good, ya hear!?" He shouts to you from the other side of the room, practically already in the hallway.

"Same to you!" You reply back in the same manner.

"No promises~." And with that comes the sound of the door closing, confirming your isolation in the now quiet hotel room. You're left to properly rekindle everything that led you up to this point, yet even then, you feel so at a loss.

As far as blind dates go — or dates in general — it's safe to say that this was the most bizarre one you've had. Not because anything dire happened. And that's probably the reason why it felt so surreal. You came into this date to release yourself from the shackles of a bet, knowing that you wouldn't see the end of it from your friend if you didn't take care of it with haste.

Nevertheless, thanks to Gojo, it didn't feel like a bet. Not at all. It felt like an actual, fun date with a new person. With a great person at that. Not once did you express any uncomfortable feelings or ill will towards Gojo. And if you did, you're sure he tended to your worries without your knowing.

"I'd love to see you next time."

His words ring in your ear once more, and they resume to do so when you exit from the bed to grab your bag on the chair next to you. You grasp the most necessary item inside — your diary — and sit at the hotel room desk to document your concluding statements appropriately.

...What happened last night was something that I had no vision of seeing. So, now that it did happen, I just feel a little...empty? Probably because I took care of Nobara's bet and don't have to worry about going on another date again.

But, deep down, a part of me wants to do it all again — Not with just anyone, but with him. What we shared yesterday was one of the most refreshing days I've had all summer. Although he was a bit childish for his mature age, maybe that made me like him even more. He was kind to me, funny, and, dare I say, an attractive guy, both in personality and physical appearance.

Thanks for the date, Satoru Gojo. And if you wish to see me again, any time at any place, know that my heart will accept with glee.

˚₊‧꒰ა Bonus ☆ Scene!! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Gojo exits the hotel room and walks down the hall to the elevator, whistling a tune that only he could understand. He presses the button to summon the machine to his floor, and it comes in a few seconds with the soft ding to mark its risen state. And before Gojo could fully get inside, he sensed his phone vibrating in his right jean pocket.

He grabs for it and stops whistling, tapping on the green call button and placing the device to his ear as the elevator doors close. "Morning, you man-bunned prick."

"It's midday, you blue-eyed sheep." A voice comes from the other side of his phone. "Judging by how you didn't know that, you went out last night, didn't you?"

"That's none of your business~," the white-haired man says in a sing-song manner.

"Shut the hell up~," The one on the phone returns the sentiment. "It's not like I don't know practically every person you screwed in the streets with."

The elevator door opens to the main floor, and Gojo exits to head for the entrance. "Yeah, yeah. I will say this: I had a great time with them."

"You say this about everyone who opens their legs for you."

Gojo sucks his teeth. "Well, this one really had me enjoying myself from start to finish. They were fun to be around. Shit, they even made me drink alcohol."

"Really? And you didn't barf on the spot?"

"Fuck off, Suguru." The one from the phone line — now named Suguru — chuckled at the curse thrown his way. Gojo walks out to the parking lot and enters his car. The phone call is transferred to the car's Bluetooth when the engine starts. "I don't know...They were just great to be around, ya know? Haven't had that in a while."

Suguru hums, vibrating the car with the bass systems. "Think you wanna hang with them again?"

"Mmmmm, I'd like to."

The one on the phone chuckles. "Well, don't get to whipped. Especially since you promised to be at Shoko's beach house this month, we don't want you canceling on us again because someone scheduled you for a dick appointment."

Gojo smirks at the comment. "Yeah, I won't. You'll see me." A few seconds of silence follow through until Suguru asks another question to his friend.

"So? How was the sex this time around?"

With a twinge to his lips, Gojo snickers to himself from reminiscing about the events of last night.

"Man, let me tell you..."

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mrsnancywheeler · 3 months

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ambrosia wine // finnick odair x f. reader

based off this request

Hello! Congrats on the milestone!!!! Can I request a smut for Finnick with the song “ambrosia wine” by Madds Buckley! (Idk why it reminds me of his capitol persona lol)

masterlist

2.1k words

warnings: smut, more smut, past victor!reader, district 9!reader, sexual tension, reader thinks says she hates Finnick a lot in her head but literally all they do is flirt, dom!Finnick mostly but switch!finnick and reader implied at the end, pnv, unprotected, f!masturbation, use of good girl, degrading, light thigh slapping, unedited, no use of y/n

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Of course you knew who Finnick Odair was, everyone knew who Finnick Odair was. Maybe you even knew him more than most since he'd been nothing if not an ever present thorn in your side. Every Capitol party victors were forced too, each year you would mentor, since every so lucky you was District 9’s youngest, most beloved female victor, which really meant it had been over 20 years since the last one. So every year it was you, and Finnick was so popular that the Capitol always wanted him.

This year you'd barely been able to escape him at all, he'd tracked you down before the tribute parade had even begun. “I thought we were supposed to let the tributes have the glory for once." His honey sweet voice dripped into your ears and you turned around to face him. It was better than staring at the ridiculous costumes your tributes had been dressed in.

“I don't think I'm the one who's distracting.” His shirt was half open and it was impossible to miss how eyes all around were glued to him, with all of his endless charisma. It was also hard to push down the fact that you wanted to be the only one looking at him like that.

Finnick's head tilted, mockingly, as he stepped forward. His fingers traced up the edges of the golden fabric on your plunging neckline and you reminded yourself not to shiver, you couldn't let him overtake your senses. Not again. “It's not like you've left anything to the imagination, pretty girl." The way he always made his voice endlessly seductive was sickening.

You leaned in your face so close that your lips would've brushed against his with another inch, “I think there's a difference between imagining and remembering." You'd always played the game back, but it was so difficult when he sported that cocky smirk.

“Sugar cube?" He asked it, but had already picked one from his pocket and softly pressed it to your lips. He was a menace to living peacefully and it really gave you no choice but to open your mouth just enough for him to slip the tiny block of sugar inside your mouth. “Don't distract too much, I want my tributes to make an entrance this year." Then that terrible man was sucking stray specks of sugar off of his fingers as he walked away.

“That was Finnick Odair." The female tribute, Anona, said in shock as she stepped into the carriage.

"That is in fact, Finnick Odair.” He didn't amaze you anymore, well maybe he did, not in the way it was when the Capitol Darling had first spoken to you, but a different type of amazement. That he was so full of himself yet paid so much attention, that he was insufferable yet you wanted to give into every temptation you'd ever had around him. As you tried to watch the parade your eyes kept finding him, he always stood out, even in the most crowded room. Sometimes he'd catch your eye and you'd look away like you hadn't been staring, a soft movement to feign innocence, but then you'd feel his burning eyes on you. It made it so difficult to not just look back over, let yourself succumb to the urges that wanted to let themselves be known.

By the end of the parade you felt physically hot and sick of yourself for letting yourself be so overwhelmed after one small interaction. Then you'd both made eye contact as you began to bring your tributes to the elevator and the wink he shot you with his self-satisfying smirk, internally it made you want to melt right there. Instead you rolled your eyes and blew him a kiss. Accepting the fact you'd have to fall into the yearly routines of endless flirting and acting like you didn't get yourself off thinking about his touch or the way

You'd just finished getting ready for bed when there was a knock at your door. You opened up to see the very subject of all your problems. There in all of his glory, leaning up against the door frame. “You shouldn't be here." You glared, arms crossed.

“Hello to you too." Finnick clicked his tongue, “Nobody seemed to mind letting me in or telling me which room is yours."

“Doesn't mean that you're wanted."

He hummed, leaning further into the room, “No, but the way you were eye fucking me says I am."

“Oh, aren't you presumptuous." You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“More perceptive." He was so close now, it made you want to give in. But you couldn't. “I know you want to let me in, in the bedroom, in between those pretty thighs of yours and I'm happy to oblige.” Your breath hitched, the things he did to you were heinous. “C’mon pretty girl, don't you remember last year? How good I made you feel, I can do that again."

Your faces were so close that his nose was about to brush up against yours and you could feel your face burning up. “No."

He leaned back and you mourned the loss of his proximity. “No, you want me to go, or no, you don't remember. Because I can leave or jog your memory." Part of you wanted to tell him to leave, so you could try to rid yourself of the way your stomach churned each time you saw him.

You did remember of course, but it was an enticing offer. An offer that made your thighs clench together. So you stepped away from blocking the door and he got the message, smirking like the egotistical jerk he was as he walked inside.

His fingers tilted your head up, “You're going to have to use your words for me though." Fuck him, it was humiliating to have to talk about what you wanted, to beg him for to.

“Stay." You whispered and finally he kissed you. His lips were addictive as he took the lead, passionate and impatient like he was starved and devouring you whole. As he pushed you down on the bed, staying on top of you until he pulled away. Leaving your breathing heavily, but wishing he'd kept going.

He slid off your pajama pants, “You're such a liar." You looked at him, confused. “Acting like you don't remember last year, I thought maybe you were gonna be a good girl for me. But you're just as pathetic as always." His fingers undoing the buttons on the silk pajama shirt as you tried to catch the breath you were still at a loss for. “I bet you wore that dress today just because you hoped I would see it, like a slut." You couldn't stop yourself from the stifled whimper which you regretted when he had that signature cock smirk on. “See, I remember things about you, like how you're all talk, and how wet it makes you when I'm mean.”

"Finnick, shut up and do something.” You whined and he hit your inner thigh.

"Don't get all mouthy with me, don't you want to try to show me you can be good so you can get what you want?"

“Sorry." You frowned and he mocked it with own faux pout.

“Then be a good girl, it's easy, you just have to do what I say." You nodded slowly and he smiled. “Good, I want you to touch yourself. Show me how wet you are for me." His hands spread open your thighs, where your panties were obviously soaked through.

You laughed in annoyance, “If I was going to get myself off, I'd do it by myself.” What the fuck was wrong with him?

He shrugged, "Okay, you can do it yourself then, I'll leave, and you'll just have to use your fingers thinking of me all night.”

Finnick began to stand and you quickly stuck your hand between your legs to rectify the situation. He sank in between your legs, like he was trying to get a full view of the show. “To the side or off?"

His fingers pressed to your clothed pussy and you couldn't help but moan, “Tsk, so loud. You've already ruined them, take ‘em off for me, pretty girl. Nice and slow."

You hated him for making you do all this work, but obeyed, shivering when the cold air hit your bareness. “Finnick please just touch me."

He smiled, leaning in and you could feel his breath fanning across you, “No. Spread those pretty pussy lips for me, baby, and touch yourself. The way you would when you thought about me.” You huffed, but listened, letting out a shaky moan when your fingers began to circle your clit. “Good girl.”

You leaned back, closing your eyes, letting your other hand slip down to use your fingers. "Oh my god, Finnick, please.” You cried.

"Put another finger in for me, baby. Fuck yourself on them.” It was easy to get lost in the feeling even if you were desperate for his touch. "One more finger, got to take at least three to get you ready for me, pretty girl.” He wasn't getting you ready for him, you getting yourself ready. It was humiliating to hear how wet you were when you forced another finger inside, the way you moaned, face burning up. "Gonna come for me just like this.”

You shook your head emphatically, "Can't, I need you.”

"Then you'll keep going like this and then maybe I'll take care of you.” You whined in frustration, circling your bundle of nerves and curling your finger inside of you as you fucked yourself on them. It was so much you wanted to close your legs and he wouldn't let you, tight grip holding them open harshly. "Are you close, baby?”

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, please Finn.” You bucked your hips and he chuckled. "Wanna be good.”

"Being so good, music to my ears.” You kept babbling stuff you couldn't understand until you were in a white hot bliss. "There you go, baby. Right over the edge.” He pulled your fingers out of you and he was licking them clean. "Taste so good.” Your heart was pounding in your chest, echoing around your head.

He stood up, taking off his pants. “Need you inside me, so bad. Been so long."

"Might need you to take care of me first. Made me so hard.” You furrowed your eyebrows together, it was frustrating enough to make your eyes water.

“You're such an ass!" You exclaimed, hitting the sheets.

“Don't act out, I'm going to give you what you want. Just like seeing how frustrated you get, makes up for how much of a tease you always are.”

"So are you.”

"Oh, I know.”

“Finnick, if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to god, I'm gonna make you sorry you showed up at my door."

“Enticing, I'll have to take you up on that at a different time." You laughed incredulously and he kissed you. This time it was a lot slower, a lot less head dizzying. "You ready?” He whispered between his lips being on yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Yeah." You nodded and you both moaned into the kiss when he pushed in.

“Feel so good around me, baby." He began thrusting in and your fingernails clawed into his shoulders. “So tight for me."

“Just for you."

“Just for me?" He kissed your jaw, “No one takes care of you as well as I do, do they?" He groaned, picking up his pace and you shook your head.

The overstimulation you already had made you so ready to go over the edge, "So, so close, Finn.”

"Yeah? Me too, baby. Wanna come with me?”

"Yeah.” You panted out, pressing your lips to his. He was so perfect and horrible and made you feel so good, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming when you came to the edge and he kissed you to try to cover them.

Once you both had somewhat come down from the high he was chuckling. “What?"

“They're gonna think you're being murdered, screaming your head off."

You playfully pushed at his chest, “Oh shut up."

“Make me." And you were sure it would be a long night and that this would certainly not be the last time Finnick showed up at your door.

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shadowdaddies · 5 months

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girl… “Crawl to Me” was wonderful!! I loved it!! Could you possibly switch the roles and see some dominant Rhys 🫣🫡

I always knew that Rhys was the biggest switch in Prythian lol. He’s definitely the male who loves it when his partner wants to top every now and then and gladly submits and gets all giddy lol.

thank you💜 Rhys is def a a switch but dom-leaning (he is Illyrian after all) so here's the "crawl to me" with Rhysie on top

Crawl.

dom!Rhys x Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral m!receiving, d/s dynamics, p in v sex, minors DNI, not proofread

Realizing that your time had run out of avoiding your mate, you slowly made your way up the stairs to your shared bedroom where Rhys awaited. Hand halting on the cold metal of the door handle, you considered if there were any other options than facing him right now.

“Come in, darling,” the High Lord drawled from in your room. Of course he had heard your approach. With a deep breath, you turned the handle and pushed the door open. Rhys sat in a chair by the fire, swirling whiskey in a glass as violet eyes watched your every move. Closing the door behind you, you dared to creep closer to your mate.

“You embarrassed me tonight,” Rhys murmured, his gaze now on the roaring fire from the hearth. Your head hung low as you nodded, wracked with guilt from your actions this evening.

It was your first meeting among the High Lords, and you had underestimated just how antagonizing some of them could be. When Rhys had to jump across the table to keep you from smacking Beron across the face, you knew tensions would be high when you returned home.

“It’s hard for me to hear the way that they speak to you,” you admitted, reflecting on how the High Lord of Autumn had the nerve to call your mate ‘Amarantha’s Whore,’ as if Beron didn’t know what Rhys had sacrificed for Prythian.

Rhys’s gaze softened, understanding exactly what you felt as you waited by the door. You felt love and admiration flow through the bond - an unspoken agreement that Rhys understood your actions. You were defending your mate, and would continue to do so until your dying breath.

You dared to glance at the male across the room, emanating dark power as he watched you with a predatory gaze. Rhysand smirked, looking down his nose at you despite being sat in the large velvet chair. “Crawl to me,” he purred.

Your thighs immediately clenched at the raw power that laced his command, and you began to crouch towards the ground. Rhys clicked his tongue in reprimand, and you froze in your place. “Undress first, darling. I want you ready for me to use.”

You stood back to your full height, eyes locking with his as you slid the straps off of your dress, letting it fall to the floor. Rhys let out a low groan at the sight of your bare body. “Filthy girl, wearing nothing under her clothes to a High Lords meeting?”

You smirked, stepping out of your heels, lowering to your knees. Rhys’s chest was heaving now, his patience hanging by a thread as you lowered to all fours, arching your back to provide him an ample view of your breasts and ass as you slowly crawled towards him.

Rhys downed his glass of whiskey, legs spread wide as you settled on your knees between them - your palms flat on your thighs as you kept your head down and waited for instruction.

“Eyes on me, darling,” Rhys purred, one finger crooking underneath your chin as he tilted your face to look at him. You swallowed at the intensity of his gaze upon you, breathing turning erratic as the scent of your combined arousals filled the air. “You know what to do, pet.”

You nodded as Rhys leaned back in his chair, lazily stroking your hair with one hand as you moved to undo his pants. Lifting his hips, Rhys helped you pull the fabric off completely, waving his hand to spirit away his shirt and leave himself bare to you. You absentmindedly licked your lips at the sight of his toned, tattooed chest - yanked from your perverted thoughts by your mate’s voice. “Set to work, then.”

Looking up at him through your lashes, you knew what Rhysand was expecting. You took his hard cock in your hand, licking a long stripe up the vein on the bottom of the shaft. His jaw went slack, but his eyes kept their focus on you as the hand in your hair slid down to gently hold your neck. Bringing your tongue to his tip, you licked the slit before sucking on the head, enjoying how Rhys’s hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth.

With a smirk, you quickly took him all the way, feeling the head of his cock in your throat as you gagged around it. Rhys let out a loud moan at the feeling, holding you in place until you tapped on his thigh for air. Slightly releasing his hold on your neck, Rhys allowed you to bob up and down on his shaft, one hand working the part you couldn’t reach with your mouth while the other hand gently cradled his balls. “Fuck, darling, just like that,” he groaned and you could tell Rhys was getting close.

Hoping to have him spill inside your mouth, you doubled down on your efforts, picking up the pace as you sucked and stroked him. Rhys twitched inside your mouth just as a hand wrapped around your hair, pulling you off of him. The High Lord panted as violet eyes simmered, looking down at you. “A very nice effort, darling, but I intend to finish inside this pussy tonight,” Rhys drawled, his other hand cupping your chin as he forced you to stand. “Up you go, on the bed. All fours, please.”

You obeyed without thought, walking to the bed and positioning yourself just as you knew he liked, pussy clenching as you anticipated his touch. The bed shifted behind you, one finger lazily tracing up your core. Your head fell forward at the sensation, and you heard the sticky sound of your slick between Rhys’s fingers. “So wet for me, darling. Sucking my cock affects you this much?” he teased.

You opened your mouth to reply when your head was shoved into the mattress, ass in the air as darkness enveloped your senses. You couldn’t see, couldn’t move, couldn’t think about anything besides Rhys’s firm body behind yours. Warm hands gripped your hips as Rhys lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing in until you were full of him.

You were panting, struggling to catch your breath as you clenched around your mate’s cock, earning a hiss from him. Rhys began thrusting inside of you, quickly picking up the pace as he pounded you relentlessly. A hand came down to smack your ass, a lewd moan escaping you at the contact as Rhysand murmured dirty words in your ear. He was hitting the perfect spot every time, overstimulating you without even trying.

“Rhys, please baby, let me come,” you pleaded, and he knew exactly what you needed to tumble over the edge. Dark tendrils held you in place as Rhys continued hitting the perfect place inside of you, his cock twitching as he brought a finger to circle your clit.

You came with a scream, chanting his name over and over as Rhys came inside of you, the both of you falling to the mattress to catch your breath. You were barely back to reality when Rhys brushed your hair from your face, violet eyes searching yours with concern. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You laughed, pulling Rhys close to you and pressing kisses anywhere you could reach. “No, my love. That was amazing,” you admitted, blushing as you tucked your head into his shoulder.

Rhys pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Well if that was amazing, just wait until you see what I have prepared next for you,” he teased, a dark tendril swiping your core - earning a gasp from you as Rhys let out a dark laugh, setting off towards the bathroom where he drew a bath for you, the evening far from over.

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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the first time we broke up l Lando Norris

a/n: im sad so I wrote something sad? imsorry lol. feedback is always appreciated, and if you like this please let me know bc this is a story I have a pt 2 in mind <3 also, we are soon to reach 1k? on my side blog? OMG <3

pairing: Lando Norris x female reader

warnings: a teeny tiny mention of sex if you squint real hard, swear words.

words: 2.7k

genre: fluff, angst, everything tbh.

summary: it was easy to remember how you and Lando fell in love, but it kept getting harder for you to remember why you love him.

You didn’t fall for Lando Norris right after you saw him for the first time.

He was a bit shy, easily flushed, but the glint in his grey eyes never failed to appear whenever he saw you.

You didn’t meet him with the thousands of people following him, girls trying to get his attention, a garage with his name written in big letters.

No, his racing career was a bit under wraps in your neighborhood. Yes, everyone knew the youngest Norris boy was into racing and had a promising future, but he still was the boy they’d seen grow up, nothing out of the ordinary.

You joined Millfield right after he dropped out to focus on his career, but somehow your circles combined and were eventually introduced to each other just as teenagers.

Lando didn’t exactly chase you, neither did he say anything to you; he was content with the way your gentle eyes met him, eyebrows raised while listening to one of his stories racing. Lando was sure he was sleek, covering his feelings.

Well, it’s not like he exactly knew about feelings. He was a teenager, getting accustomed to the weird twist in his stomach whenever he was told you were coming to a reunion, the inevitable way the corners of his mouth shifted when he noticed you, the glimmer in his eyes when you noticed him.

You were oblivious as well. Maybe the feelings weren’t as clear as those of the curly haired boy with a passion for racing, but he made you happy as a friend. His presence gave you a tranquil sensation, you could listen to his stories, the drama between his mates on racing, the country he visited last week… you never realized when you began needing those stories, those eyes, those curls, to make your day, your week, your month.

You remember vividly when he got to the coffee shop where you always met, this time just the two of you, completely unaware your mutual friends denied your invitations in order for either you or Lando to make the first move.

Only one person in the group bet on Lando, everyone´s money was on you to make the move… if only you recognized the feelings.

There was an unknown pep on his step when he saw you already sitting on the corner booth, and his smile only grew bigger when you told him you’d already ordered for him.

His usual.

You knew what Lando liked. You paid attention to him.

That realization, that you knew him, you observed him enough to know how he liked his tea, how he always ordered a fresh orange juice because he needed something

cold. It stirred something in him, Lando couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something shifted; the twisting was more intense, his heart beating faster, his hands getting clammy, his throat blocked because his brain was ordering to let his feelings out in the open.

But he didn’t do anything until you left the small café, and that’s where you got the answer for his happy and almost childish demeanor.

A black mini, with tinted windows and everything.

He asked if you liked it, coyly resting his body on the passenger door, keys carelessly dangling on his index finger. You laughed, loudly, asking how was he going to drive if he didn’t even know the street signs.

He shrugged you off, reminding you he’s an almost professional racer.

Still, you pretended to be terrified when he switched the ignition and the engine roared, driving you home.

This time, as you watched him drive you through the gloomy English skies, the same twist in the stomach, the closing of your throat, hands itching to touch him.

And you did.

Lando didn’t try to hide his enormous grin when your hand was placed on his knee, then finding a more stable place over his hand on the stick console.

He stopped the car in front of your house, the iron gate half covering the large family home, green filled your surroundings. All these details never left you; the humid window, water droplets running through the iron gate, the grass was greener after the rain last night, his shaky hands running through his curls every five seconds, his eyes finding your own as your name left his lips, even if he didn’t exactly know what to say.

Time stopped when you kissed for the first time.

It was cliché, but it was true.

The first kiss with someone you liked; the start of something new and exciting, the beginning of your first love.

And it continued just like that.

Movie dates, Lando masking his fear when meeting your father when he was just arriving from work, his mum telling you to wait for him upstairs because he was running late.

Falling in love with Lando was easy, too easy maybe. Lando Norris was easy to love, with his boyish grin, the mischievous glint in his eyes when he made you laugh, the tears escaping his beautiful eyes when something was too funny, the way he clutched his stomach because laughing physically hurt him.

He always went all in, never trying to pretend something he wasn’t, never masking his feelings.

Lando shared the same feelings, but maybe he fell in love with you before he was aware of it. Perhaps it happened after you dedicated him a bright smile, the way your facial expressions changed when he told you a story, feeling lucky during a weekend trip to Brighton where you let him be the first one to really love you, to truly be vulnerable with.

Those weekends watching movies and playing Call of Duty, falling asleep with your hand on his hair, waking up every once in a while with your leg over his middle, surprising you on a school day to pick you up on his black mini whenever a race calendar was changed.

Then, he was offered his first seat in Formula One for McLaren.

You jumped into his arms, screaming with joy as his parents joined you in the living room, his tear stained cheeks knowing it was official.

You don’t know how it happened, you’d been together for two years already when he was announced as the new driver, and maybe you were too young and naïve to think the only thing that would change was the distance after he moved near the McLaren headquarters, his calendar messier and tighter.

You didn’t bother him to ask what you should wear to the first appearance on the paddock. Maybe jeans and a blouse would be okay for Friday, a long floral dress on Saturday to match the warm aussie weather, but Sunday…

When you voiced the concerns to your girlfriends they immediately got to work, marking a date on the calendar to go shopping. Your mum did the same, even offering to take you and the girls to London for the weekend. Money wasn’t an issue, you just wanted to look worthy of being there, the girlfriend of a Formula 1 driver.

You stayed up all night studying other girlfriends. You checked Isabel Hernáez who always looked angelical and casual, freely using the merch of her boyfriend’s team. Giada Gianni gave you more inspiration with one colored suits, ankle length dresses, white jeans. Cate mas more into black leather, ripped denim shorts and high heels. Maybe you’d take inspiration from a pregnant Kelly Piquet, with cute dresses with denim jackets and jumpsuits.

Getting to know people on the team was easy, everyone was friendly and took time getting to know your name, shaking hands, introducing you to other members, but you didn’t really see Lando.

Of course you didn’t, he was busy preparing for the race.

But you didn’t see him afterwards; he didn’t look for you after the press point. At least his parents were there as well and they didn’t know about his whereabouts.

He arrived to shared hotel room, throwing his body on the bed. You could see him still trying to process his first weekend on F1, not being on the sidelines but a protagonist, a star.

But you were already wearing your pajamas.

He never saw your outfit.

The season went by and you don’t really know the moment where you sighed after not getting a text, a facetime call, an emoji.

It was blank.

College was kicking your ass, all of your friends were dealing with the same, and you wanted to lean in your boyfriend, to tell him you were tired, stressed and sad because you missed him, but never really got the chance because most of the time it was his assistant who picked up the phone and said she was going to remind Lando to call you.

You weren’t oblivious enough to ignore the lacing pity on the woman’s voice, because she did rely the message every time, but Lando forgot every time.

Or maybe he didn’t care.

The first time it ended, you expected it. It hadn’t been one of those situations where the boy notices his girl is drifting away and by all means necessary tries to win her back or remind her why he was the right guy for her.

He didn’t even notice your absence in the last races of the calendar. Why would he? He didn’t pay attention to you even when you were there cheering for him, so why would you bother to fly across different continents if you’d only see him on a fancy hotel room where he fell asleep and be gone the next morning.

Your friends started looking the relationship with other eyes, mixed feelings, not being able to ignore the mood swings whenever your phone vibrated and it wasn’t him.

They also knew you saw the different fan accounts with his name, posting pictures of different women leaning in his ear and a grin decorating his features.

It was the same grin, the same twinkle. Maybe he was more confident now and didn’t want to settle, because in your eyes, if he stayed with you he was settling for the easy, the known, the familiar. But maybe he could do better than that, perhaps he deserved the new, the exciting, the adventure.

You don’t know when you took the decision, maybe when he called to tell you he was home and to come over to plan the Christmas presents.

And it gave you hope; of course he was going to be overwhelmed during his first season, it was a new life doing what he loved, and people seemed to really like him as well.

He greeted you with a smile and quick peck, lacing his fingers with yours and walking upstairs of his family home. You greeted his family on the way, his younger sister announcing she needed your help with a school project, but Lando told her it was his time with you.

And your smile grew bigger, hand tightening around his.

Nothing prepared you for what was to come, though.

He said it so nonchalantly, like it was nothing, just a small relocation.

Lando kept walking about thisnew apartment McLaren was paying for him; he could even have a yacht almost parked in front of his new apartment.

It was the dream for any twenty-year-old.

But you knew you didn’t have a part in that, because it didn’t take an expert to know how it was going to end.

This wasn’t the case where everything would be fine because both people were just so sure in the relationship, not because they loved each other, but because they trusted and complemented each other.

And that wasn’t the case for you and Lando anymore. So when you told him the words I think we should take some time, he didn’t take it too well.

Lando was blindsided, he felt betrayed and hurt and angry just by the fact you thought of needing some time away from him. He wasn’t aware of everything you’d done to try to fit into his lifestyle; the cameras, luxury, lack of stability.

He didn’t slow his voice or quiet his tone. No. He got up from his spot on the bed and asked how you could do such thing to him, why if he’s been nothing but a loving boyfriend, and he couldn’t believe how selfish you were being, leaving him because things got harder than expected.

It wasn’t easy to smile through the tears flooding your eyes, even if it was a painful smile, but it was liberating to let him know everything you’d done for him; moving, studying in planes and uncomfortable airports, humiliating yourself with his assistant because he simple didn’t care, the sympathetic DMs announcing he was seen with a girl last night, they didn’t do anything but seemed really close. You got one of those messages every other week when you didn’t join him.

He scoffed, tried to ridicule you, trying to express his feelings the best way an immature twenty year old could do.

“I don’t want to take some time, I don’t care about that. If you want to break up then that’s what we do. That way I don’t have to wory about giving explanations of whatever I choose to do,” His eyes didn’t meet yours, but it wasn’t because he was sad or anything, it was because he was angry with the situation, with you, and with him, even if he didn’t realize that part yet. “When did you become so selfish, you couldn’t wait a couple of weeks or even days after I got home? You are aware of that, right? I’m home with my family for the first time in fucking forever, and you decide to break up, fuck you.”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it inside much longer; vision blurry from the tears, lungs trying their best to keep breathing with the thick knot on your throat.

And that’s when you knew it was over, because you didn’t want to fight. You didn’t want to make your point to him, knowing he wouldn’t understand.

That was the first time you and Lando broke up.

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eunoiaflow3r · 10 months

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trade - fred weasley x reader

requests open!

taglist

warning(s): language, not edited, smut

word count: 1.1k

request(ed): “rough sex with fred? 😊”

summary: kitchen sex lol

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Summers for you meant counting down the days til the cooler weather and staying with the Weasley’s. Your first year you became really close with Hermione and hence Harry and Ron as well. The four of you became a unit and would hardly be seen without each other.

Right now, you were in the Weasley’s kitchen late at night looking for some juice. Usually it’d be gone, but you saved yourself some and hid it from everyone so you could drink it later…except now you couldn’t find it at all.

“Looking for this?” You turned to find Fred, shirtless, pajama pants hanging low, with your mason jar of juice in his hand. Everyone knew you liked drinking out of them so you know Fred knows it’s yours.

“Give it up Fred…” Your relationship with Fred was rocky. He played pranks on you most times, and teased you others. Still, you couldn’t deny the attraction even though he annoyed the hell out of you.

You walk towards him and try to grab your drink but he holds it way over your head making it impossible for you to reach. You try but notice your shirt going up as you do.

He grins.

“That’s mine ya’know.”

“Molly gave it to me.” you say.

“Hmm, looks better on you.”

He takes a sip of your juice and you know he’s behaving this way to tease you. From the moment he laid his eyes on you he was mentally undressing you. You knew what this was going to lead to.

He takes a step closer to you and places his hands on your waist. Once he sees you have no objection he switches you two around so that your now pressed agains the counter.

Fred leans down so that his mouth was next to your ear. “How about a trade…shirt for juice?”

Before you could answer he was pressing kisses down your neck and kissing the exposed skin as he unbuttoned the shirt. You tried hard not to moan but let a few slip..this only egged him on. You forgot all about the juice as his mouth went lower down your body until he had you lifted on the counter and he was right above your pussy.

“May I?” he asks.

“Please…”

He gently slides off your panties and tucks them in his pocket discreetly. He presses wet kisses along your thighs until finally making his way back to your pussy where he takes urgency to your clit, not wasting any time as he flicks it with his tongue. You cover your mouth with your hand as to keep the moans in and after a couple minutes you just couldn’t take it anymore. He was doing a marvelous job, but you wanted more.

“Fred, fred, fuck me please.” You whisper.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”

He helps you down from the counter and kisses you, hard, his hand finds your hair and pulls so that you were completely in his control staring up at him while his tongue danced with yours.

He spun you around so that you were facing the counter.

“Bend over for me baby.”

He massages one of your breasts while he reaches for a condom from his pockets. Why he has one just in there…you don’t know but you were growing impatient. You wanted him…bad.

He pulls down his pants and you could tell he was rubbing himself but you were too nervous to turn around and look. You could hear as he rolled the condom on and anticipated his next move.

“You ready?”

You already knew you were wet enough - his mouth had made sure of it - you were so ready.

You nod.

“Wanna hear you say it love.”

“I’m ready Fred, please give it to me.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He pulled your hips towards him so that you were leaning forwards more, and pressed the head of his cock into your pussy. He pushed in and again, you covered your mouth to hide your moan. He kept going and you wondered if it was ever going to stop. He felt so good and he was so long you wanted to scream.

Once he was all the way in he paused, wanting you adjusted, until he pulled out again and started to keep a rhythm. He leant towards you and you could hear him moan which only turned you on more.

“Fuck baby you feel so good, so wet for me right now.”

And you were. You could hear it. And fuck did you never want this to stop. You were reaching towards the counter, towards anything that might steady you - he began to go faster, rougher, he pulled your hair and moaned your name and you wondered if he was worried about getting caught but also feeling yourself nearing climax.

He hit that spot in you every time and you were almost there. Almost.

“Harder Freddy, please…fuck me harder.”

“Shit.”

Fred casted a protection and silencing spell on the kitchen. There was no way he could continue without exposing the two of you. You wanted it hard? That’s the way you were going to get it.

He pulled you back more so now your body was angled and he slowed his rhythm while rubbing your clit. Once your moans were steady again he went faster until you were practically wanting to scream, and squeezing his cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to come Fred. I’m gonna come.”

“You gonna come? Let’s do it together Y/N.”

He rubs your clit faster and you can feel yourself black out as pleasure overwhelms you. When he feels you squeeze his cock as you cum he pulls out moaning as he cums into the condom.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck.”

You smile as you try to calm yourself down. You were both sweaty and breathing uncontrollably. You could barely even stand anymore. You leaned against the counter and watched as he tugged his pants on and threw the condom away. He found you the shirt and helped you put it on and button it up.

“My panties?” You ask. He thinks you didn’t see him steal them but you did.

“Mmm gotta trade me something for them.”

You roll your eyes.

“A kiss?” he asks.

You smile and reach up so that your hands were on either side of his face and you bring him down so that you can kiss him. It was long and deep and almost had you ready for part two.

You pulled away and he fake pouted. You walked towards your drink and took a long drink. Fred came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, while pressing kisses against your neck.

“Come to bed with me? I can give you a more comfortable shirt…less buttons?”

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stinkyme · 1 year

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Hello! This is a discussion I had a bit before, threesome with Nikolai and Fyodor and this is an ask of a specific person who requested :) I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, threesome, dom!reader, switch!Nikolai, sub!Fyodor, spanking, anal fingering, using strap-on, edging (?), handjob(s), praise, oral sex, ejaculation in the mouth (Nikolai & Fyodor), one usage of "mommy" by Fyodor, creampies, they are OOC lol, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize this took me a while but I was caught up with other things, I personally dislike how this one turned out but I hope you enjoy as much as possible regardless :) (tbh had no idea how to name this fic, bear with me please)

PS. if this is formated weirdly, i deeply apologize, tumblr is so weird these days :(

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Good boys || Nikolai Gogol x Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

"So, which one of you will explain to me what exactly happened?" you asked in a serious, cold tone. You were part of Decay of Angels for quite some time now and Fyodor entrusted you with a lot of things given your capability and abilities. Least to say, your relationship turned out to be more serious and complicated than that, especially when Nikolai came into the picture. At this very moment, two of them made a mistake in the execution of one of the plans due to misunderstanding. Therefore you had two gullible looking men on your bed, their expressions as pathetic as they can get but Fyodor did try to hide and mask it more than Nikolai. Unsuccessfully, of course, given the fact you could see the way the beginning of his eyebrow was twitching as his gaze couldn't meet yours.

"Oh my...what should I do with the two of you?" you sighed out, tapping your heel on the floor as you kept observing them. Sly smirk curled out of your lips as you came towards Nikolai, slowly kneeling in front of him as you were resting your hands on his thighs.

"Tell me, dear, was this an issue with understanding between the two of you?" you asked in a silvery, almost compassionate tone as he nodded. Nikolai was known to be an eccentric man but at this very moment, your presence made him more tame than ever.

"Hm...I see. Well, we need to work on that then, no?" you asked enthusiastically as you got up in quick manner, moving your attention to both of them at the same time. Both of them nodded, however Fyodor seemed to be more skeptical.

"It appears I just know how to make the two of you understand each other better." you said slyly as you continued your sentence.

"Take your clothes off for me, both of you." you ordered in a sharp tone as Fyodor's gaze met yours, hesitant expression on his face.

"What's wrong my dear?" you asked him as you were walking towards him. You wrapped your hand underneath his jaw and lifted it up, making him look at you. You paused for a second, gazing over his face before you spoke.

"You believe in punishment, don't you?" you asked him slowly, raising your eyebrow at him as the corners of your lips spread into a cunning smile.

"I do however-" he said hesitantly, it was quite amusing having him in this state. You brushed your thumb over his soft cheek making him look at you.

"It will make me feel so much better if you were to be a good boy for me, can you do that?" you cut him off, gaze lustfully tracing over his features. Nikolai was always quick to pick up and be obedient, swiftly taking his clothes off and exposing his muscular body. Your gaze was tracing over his naked body, a little smile appearing on your face as you moved your hand on Fyodor's clothed cock, gently squeezing it and making him let out a low whimper. He was looking at you with half lidded eyes as he was leaning in, capturing your lips in a needy kiss. You chuckled into his lips, your tongues quickly finding each other and deepening the kiss as Nikolai sat on the bed, slowly stroking himself, his gaze cunning and lickerish. You pulled away from Fyodor, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues as he was slightly breathless. You didn't say anything but it was enough for him to take his clothes off, exposing his thin body. Nikolai was still playing with himself as you went over to the drawer, taking out a strapon and lube. You turned around, observing their hard cocks, Nikolai was shamelessly stroking it while Fyodor's hands rested on his sides. You put both strapon and lube on the table and came up to Nikolai, grasping his face with your hand and leaning closer to him, his lips parting in anticipation as the two of you started making out. He was more demanding than Fyodor, little snivels escaping his throat and being muffled in your mouth as his wet, soft tongue moved in perfect sync with yours. He pulled away first, a little blush appearing on his face as he kept stroking himself, eyes filled with neediness. You looked over at Fyodor who was captivated by the sight of two of you making out, a small amount of precum leaking out of his tip. Nikolai swiftly wrapped his other hand around Fyodor's cock making him gasp out as his eyes widened. Nikolai was stroking both himself and Fyodor at the same time, the two of them exchanging pathetic gazes as whimpers kept escaping their lips. Fyodor was slowly thrusting his hips into Nikolai's hand as you were taking your clothes off, both men desperately watching you reveal your naked body. You took off your shirt and pants, swiftly removing your panties and bra right after as their shamelessly horny gaze kept tracing over your body. Nikolai kept stroking both of them, Fyodor's dim whimpers mixing up with Nikolai's louder, quick moans.

"Be patient boys." you said softly as you started adjusting the harness with a strapon around your hips. You put a small amount of lube on your palm and started spreading it all over the strap, making sure it's nicely coated and wet. You came up to two of them, observing Fyodor's frail body twitching from Nikolai's touch as you leaned towards him, gently licking his lips and making him part them. The two of you shared another deep kiss, Fyodor's hands messily finding their way to your breasts, gently squeezing them as he was trembling under your kiss and Nikolai's touch. You swiftly put your hand on Nikolai's cheek, pulling him closer as you pulled away from Fyodor, continuing the pace of kissing with Nikolai almost immediately. Nikolai's tongue was brushing over yours gently and he started stroking Fyodor's faster, making him whine almost in your ear. Both of you smiled into a kiss upon hearing Fyodor's sweet sounds and you pulled away from Nikolai who swiftly engrossed Fyodor's attention by kissing him. You moved away, leaving Fyodor's hands empty as the two of them shared a deep and passionate kiss. The two of them pulled away from each other and looked at you, practically waiting for the next demand.

"Good boys, now get on all fours for me." you said in a soft tone as the two of them obeyed, arching their back for you and exposing their bare asses as you were stroking the strapon, making sure it's still wet as you stood behind them.

"Me first please, Y/N." Nikolai said in an ecstatic tone, eager for friction as Fyodor kept silent.

"Hm...aren't you a needy one, Kolya." you said through a light laugh as you started slowly teasing his hole with the tip of the strap, Nikolai's body twitching from cold sensation. He let out a little giggles of excitement as you started pushing the strap deeper, making him choke on his own giggle and choke out a whimper. Corners of your lips curled into a smile as you slided the strap fully inside of him and started slowly thrusting. Nikolai was whimpering, arching his back more for you as you kept your pace. You were observing Fyodor whose eyes were filled with agonizing envy as he kept watching Nikolai's face expressing pleasure from your touch.

"Now, now, I didn't forget about you Fedya." you said lovingly as you put two of your fingers inside of your mouth, twirling your tongue around them and making sure they are completely wet before putting them on Fyodor's needy hole, teasing his entrance with drawing small circles. Fyodor let out a soft snivel, growing more pathetic for any friction as he kept watching Nikolai receiving pleasure.

"Please…" he let out in a broken tone, voice dropping lower. You swiftly pushed your fingers inside, making him yelp out of pleasure. You moved your hips and fingers at the same pace, fucking both of them stimutaniounsly as their whimpers kept filling up your ears. Watching and having two of them like this made your whole body fill up with immense warmth. You started moving your hips faster, pounding inside Nikolai whose choked whines basically silenced Fyodor's whimpers. You curled your fingers up a bit and started moving them faster making Fyodor moan out sharply as you kept relentlessly stimulating his sensitive spot. Your free hand landed a loud spank on Nikolai's ass as you kept thrusting inside of him, making him choke out a whine. You extracted your fingers out of Fyodor's ass to spank him as well, a harsh slap on his skin immediately resulting in crimson red color. You left another spank on his ass making him let out a keen sob and right after slided your fingers back inside, sliding them in and out and further penetrating him. You stopped moving your hips and with your free hand grabbed Nikolai's messy braid, pulling him towards you and making him arch his back more.

"Fuck yourself like a good boy." you whispered out in his ear and he immediately started moving his hips back and forth, fucking himself on the strap. He was letting out blissful whimpers and whines, hitting all the right spots inside of himself as you focused more on Fyodor as for now. You started moving your fingers faster making his whole body twitch as soft, under breath whines kept escaping his lungs, his pathetic hole clenching and relaxing around your fingers. You harshly spanked Nikolai once again as he kept desperately fucking himself, his hips quivering as his cock started twitching more and more from immense pleasure.

"So good...more." Nikolai was choking his words out, almost breathless as his orgasm started intensely building up inside him.

"Should I let him cum, Fedya? Hm?" you asked in a sly tone as you started sliding your fingers in and out even faster making Fyodor's body start shaking and twitching more intensely as he tried to choke his words out unsuccessfully. A little cunning smirk appeared on your lips as you watched Nikolai fucking himself dumb on your strap, moaning shamelessly loud as he was getting closer and closer.

"What a shame." you let out in a disappointed tone as you pulled the strap out of Nikolai as well as your fingers out of Fyodor. Both of them turned around at the same time, pathetic eyes looking for an explanation.

"I was a good boy, please let me cum, please." Nikolai was desperately begging, his eyes filled with agony as a little amount of precum leaked from his tip making you giggle.

"You are so pathetic Kolya." you scoffed out as you grabbed his jaw, leaning closer to his face.

"You will use Fedya's mouth, dummy." you said as you wrapped your hand around Nikolai's cock, slowly stroking it and him immediately letting out shaky whimpers.

"And you...what about you?" you asked as you looked over at Fyodor, his eyes filled with desperation.

"Please…" he let out shamefully, making you giggle as you felt Nikolai's cock twitch inside of your hand. You let go of his cock, edging him further as he let out a pathetic whine.

"Please what? Use your words, slut." you said sharply as Fyodor's cock twitched at your words.

"I want some too..please..fuck me. It's my turn." he said in a shaky, pitiful tone as Nikolai moved himself in front of Fyodor. You smiled as you stood behind him, grasping a handful of his hair and pushing him forward Nikolai's cock.

"Good boy, now put that mouth of yours to a better use." you ordered and he immediately opened his mouth, wrapping them around Nikolai's thick cock as you swiftly went to a drawer and cleaned the strap. You were observing them, ears filled with Fyodor's choking each time Nikolai's cock would hit the back of his throat as Nikolai put his hand into Fyodor's hair, pushing him further and shamelessly moaning. You quickly lubed the strap and came back to Fyodor, positioning yourself behind him as you paralleled the strap with his hole. You were slowly sliding it inside, stretching him out and you could hear him whimpering around Nikolai's cock.

"Don't mess up the pace now Fedya, it wouldn't be fair to Kolya." you were teasing as you started pounding vigorously inside of Fyodor making him stop sucking on Nikolai's cock for a moment, a chain of sharp moans interrupting his pace. Nikolai grabbed Fyodor's hair, keeping his head in place as he started thrusting his hips inside and fucking Fyodor's throat. Your skin was slapping into Fyodor's ass, leaving red marks behind as you wrapped your hands around his hips and pulling them towards you, fucking him more relentlessly. Pitiful, muffled chokes kept escaping his throat alongside with whimpers stimulating Nikolai more who was moaning sharply, eyes half lidded as his orgasm was getting closer and closer. You moved one of your hands between Fyodor's legs, your pace inside of him still unswervingly vigorous as the palm of your hand wrapped around his cock. You started stroking his cock, making him moan out into Nikolai's cock who rolled his eyes from intense pleasure. You could feel Fyodor's pulsating and twitching inside your hand as you kept persistently stimulating his g-spot. He was getting close to his release alongside Nikolai, both of them getting louder, their sweet noises making your core fill up with more warmth.

"Come on now, be good boys for me and cum." you let out quickly as you started stroking Fyodor's cock even faster, Nikolai moving his hips with eagerness as he kept throat fucking Fyodor. Nikolai was panting, chest raising and falling quickly as his abs kept flexing, a few broken whines escaping his parted lips as he finally reached his orgasm, a thick whip of cum filling Fyodor's throat. Nikolai slowed down his movement, his breathing incoherent as he was riding out his orgasm. Fyodor was pulsating even harder inside your hand, swallowing the cum quickly and pulling away from Nikolai's grip, loud whimpers escaping his throat as he was getting close to his orgasm as well. You kept your pace inside of him as well as the pace of your strokes and you could feel his cock twitching as the mixture of his whimpers and whines became louder, finally reaching his orgasm, long whip of cum painting the bed. He was letting out sharp, quick breaths as his whimpers became quieter, his orgasm slowly melting away. You let go of his cock and pulled out the strap letting him slowly sit on the bed as you walked away, taking off the harness and placing the strap on the table. You turned back and saw Nikolai and Fyodor stroking each other's cocks, hard once again.

"Aren't my boys greedy today?" you asked through a light giggle as you came up to them, laying on the bed away from Fyodor's pathetic mess as both of them immediately stopped with mutual pleasuring and positioned themselves. Nikolai was between your legs as Fyodor was on your side. Fyodor started placing tender kisses all over your chest area meanwhile Nikolai was gently kissing and biting skin on your thighs. Fyodor's lips wrapped around one of your nipples, gently sliding it between his teeth as he started sucking on it. You let out a mellow whimper as Nikolai simultaneously started sucking on the soft skin of your thigh. He swiftly put two of his fingers between your inner lips, teasing your wet entrance as he pulled away from your thigh.

"Don't worry, we will make you feel even better." he said with a sly smirk as he brought his fingers to his lips and put them inside of his mouth, tasting your sweet precum. Fyodor moved his attention to your other nipple, sucking on it and brushing his tongue over it as Nikolai aligned his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding it inside and making you whimper out as he was stretching you out. He started slowly thrusting inside of you, quick and breathy moans escaping his throat as Fyodor slowly pulled away from your nipple, slowly tracing his way with wet kisses down your tummy. You sneaked your hand between Fyodor's legs and started stroking him at a fast pace making him let out broken whines in your skin. He bit into your tummy making you gasp out as Nikolai started thrusting faster inside of you, relentlessly pressing your g-spot making you choke on your own moans. You wrapped your legs around Nikolai's hips, weakly pulling him in as Fyodor continued kissing your tummy, desperately letting out shaky whimpers as you kept stroking his sensitive cock. Three of you filled up the room with your sweet sounds of pleasure. Nikolai kept his pace inside of you as Fyodor slowly put his hand on your pelvic area, feeling the bulge that Nikolai's cock was making inside of you with each thrust. You could feel his cock twitch inside of your hand from sensation, little snivels escaping his throat.

"You like that?" Nikolai asked him slightly breathless. Fyodor nodded, his eyes slowly filling up with tears from your fast paced strokes, painfully sensitive from his previous orgasm. Nikolai giggled as he started thrusting faster inside of you, his balls slapping on the underside of your pussy, leaving a little bitter-sweet bruise behind. You were moaning loudly, mind hazy as he kept hitting your sensitive spot inside and making you grip Fyodor's cock harder. Fyodor gasped out sharply as your stroking became unbearable, sweet sobs escaping his lungs as he moved his hand further down, fingers gently circling on your clit. You let out a quick chain of whimpers as two of them kept pleasuring you, Nikolai's thrusts vigorously hitting your g-spot meanwhile Fyodor's slender, cold fingers satisfied your swollen, needy clit. Nikolai wrapped his hands around your hips, his fingernails leaving little imprints inside of your skin as he was getting louder, whining shamelessly as your pussy started clenching around him, making his contrasting eyes start tearing up. He was pulsating inside of you, little twitches stimulating you more as he was getting closer to his orgasm. You slowed down the pace on Fyodor's cock from intense pleasure making him let out a snivel of dissatisfaction as he continued messily kissing your skin. You could feel your orgasm slowly building up inside of you, your moans and whimpers becoming louder with Nikolai's as he kept persistently thrusting inside of you, his grip on your hips getting harsher. His cock started twitching more and more as his moans became agonizingly loud mixed with sweet giggles as he was finally reaching his orgasm, the thick whip of his warm cum filling you up inside making you more sensitive. You were whimpering out, your grip on Fyodor's cock slowly ceasing away. He let out another dissatisfied whine as he pulled away from your skin. Nikolai was panting, slowly fucking his cum in and out of you as Fyodor kept drawing circles on your clit. Fyodor's expression grew desperate, purple orbs sparkling from little tears of deprivation that were forming in his eyes as he leaned closer to you.

"It's my turn, let me please you. I am begging." he was pleading desperately, his cock aching for more friction.

"I don't hear you beg, Fedya." you were teasing as Nikolai slowly pulled out of you, making sure to not leave mess behind.

"Please...I promise I will be good. Please, Y/N." he was saying his pleas through a broken, almost raspy voice. You kept looking at him, waiting for more as you started stroking his cock once again to give him more motivation.

"I-, ah, I was good for you so...Please...mommy." he was whimpering his words out, his eyes desperately looking for your approval.

"So eager. Very well baby. Switch places with Nikolai." you ordered and two of them switched places, Fyodor kneeling between your legs, slowly lining up his needy cock with your soaking entrance. As soon as his sensitive tip touched your wet cunt he started whimpering.

"What a desperate slut." you said through a lighthearted laugh as Nikolai giggled next to you, his lips slowly kissing your neck and moving down to your breasts. Fyodor slowly pushed his whole cock inside of you, getting overwhelmed with your hot, wet cunt. Quick paced whimpers started escaping his parted lips as Nikolai's hand snaked between your legs, continuing what Fyodor did before and drawing circles on your clit with two of his fingers. Fyodor started thrusting faster, more coherent with his movement, his cock stimulating your sensitive spots perfectly. You were letting out pale whimpers and moans as Nikolai's fingers kept working wonders on your clit along with Fyodor's cock. Nikolai's lips wrapped around one of your nipples, his tongue brushing against it in quick but gentle circles. Fyodor was whining out, his cock twitching inside of you as he sped up his movement, closer to his orgasm. You were moaning out, your whole body filling up with warmth and tingles as your orgasm kept building inside of you. Each clench of your cunt around Fyodor's cock made him dizzy from pleasure, getting closer and closer to his release. You swiftly moved your upper body towards Fyodor, making Nikolai move away from your nipple. You cupped Fyodor's cheek, both of you panting and whimpering as your orgasms were on the edge of bursting. You kept looking at his eyes that were half lidded, a string of saliva sparkling in the corner of his lips. His cock was twitching inside of you as your pussy kept clenching and relaxing around him. Nikolai kept his pace on your clit, bringing you even closer to your release.

"Cum for me. Cum with mommy, Fedya." you emphasized the word, throwing him over the edge immediately, his cum filling you up inside as he was letting out high pitched and raspy whimpers and whines. He threw his head back as he was riding his orgasm, sloppily thrusting inside of you but trying to keep up the pace. His warm cum spreading inside you as well as the tip of his still half hard cock pressuring your sensitive spot and Nikolai's skillful fingers circling on your clit threw you over the edge, your lower tummy filling up with warmth as you finally reached your orgasm. You threw your head back, intense pleasure spreading all over your body as silvery moans kept escaping your lungs. Fyodor pulled out messily, a mixture of his and Nikolai's cum painting the bed even more as Nikolai slowed his movement completely, his fingers resting on top of your sensitive clit as your orgasm melted away.

"Good boys. Very good boys." you praised through a shaky tone as you let yourself fall back on the bed, closing your eyes and calming down. Nikolai and Fyodor came to your sides, putting their hands over your body and gently cuddling.

"Do you feel better now?" Nikolai asked in a soft tone, fingertips faintly brushing over your hip.

"I do but I still have to clean your mess as always." you said lightheartedly as you eyed the pools of cum on the bed sheets.

"Well then, let's at least make more mess that's worth cleaning." Nikolai teased through a low tone making you giggle.

"Is that your philosophy?" you asked through a little laugh as Fyodor started kissing your neck.

"As unnatural as it would be, I agree with him." Fyodor whispered in your ear making you chuckle.

"It appears the two of you learned how to work together." you said in a soft tone, the three of you continuing to enjoy each other for the rest of the day.

The End :) <3

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anqelically · 1 year

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hi hi i hope ur doing well <3

may i request for port mafia! dazai having a s/o who is a reowned assassin of the mafia.

s/o is someone intimidating and very capable of fighting. fast yet with a deadly and silent precision. basically, kind of like gin? except s/o uses a scythe not a dagger lol, and when s/o is around dazai or simply not in assassin-work mode, s/o turns out to be really soft, kind, shy, and sweet, and it's a side that only dazai gets to see !!

tysm :))

with a secretly sweet assassin s/o headcanons

featuring...! dazai osamu

content: no manga spoilers, "fluff" i don't know what genre you'd consider this to be

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when dazai first saw you in action, he didn’t think much. it was the port mafia, so he was used to being surrounded by killers, ability users or not. it was when he learned why you were an assassin that he actually took interest

you preferred to only kill other criminals. if you were tasked with having to kill someone innocent, you’d pass it on to one of your colleagues

when dazai learned this, he was confused. you were still killing the people too, considering you passed the task on instead of ignoring it. once he snuck himself into your life, which took quite long since he only bothered you during work, he figured out your process of thought

you were actually quite different when you weren’t on duty. you were kind, making it impossible to think you were in the port mafia after a simple conversation

once he gets to see the sweeter side of you, he always finds a way to where you are. it doesn’t matter if you’re on a mission, he’ll somehow make his way there under the cover that he’s to provide assistance. though, it’s not really a cover if he actually does find a way to help you out

he likes to poke your cheek to ask you to be a good little one and give him some attention. he definitely takes advantage of the fact you’re slightly younger and still rank lower than him to get what he wants

dazai likes to see that he’s the only one that’ll make you switch off from work mode. specifically, he likes it when others see you at least get shy from his constant comments and touches

you sometimes let your guard down when you think no one else is around, so someone’s bound to accidentally walk in on the two of you. you and dazai kept your relationship private. so even though he’d do his occasional flirting during work, it was still toned down. the last thing he wanted was for mori to find out there was something real

you’d be talking with dazai, smiling with his hands in yours when you hear glass shatter. it sounded like it was the window, so you immediately let go of him and summoned your large scythe through your ability

it doesn’t even go near the person’s neck because they immediately ducked, jumping away. when your eyes meet chuuya’s, he almost feels grossed out

he was just another person that saw you as an outstanding killer in the port mafia. you were quiet, usually only making conversation if necessary. and not to mention your skills. you could behead 5 people in one swipe of your scythe easily, so seeing you all sweet with dazai put a bad feeling in his stomach. if you were such a darling, why be intimate with a little devil like dazai? you’re not being manipulated, are you?

but moving on from that, there’s a part of dazai deep down that truly appreciates you. i think he’d also feel some sort of unspoken relief at the fact that you two shared the same world, one of death and killing. he knew that he’d trudge through life with you, someone who understood how he felt

note: hihi!! thank you for the request, i felt the sudden urge to write it and did pretty quickly haha,, the big scythe reminded me of zach (angels of death), and i think that's part of why i was drawn in LSJDK

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allisonlol · 2 years

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May i request Fyodor x fem!reader ( when they on their period ) 😳 ? Add some nfsw is the best ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ .I rlly love your words you writing cuz its easy to understand (for me). Ignore this is okay. Have a good day ( ╹▽╹ )

a/n: ur so sweet, i'm answering this SO LATE and feel rlly bad lol. i went and added other characters to compensate perhaps <3 this post ended up being super long lmao!! also don't ask me wtf happened in fyodor's part, y'all it's about to get nasty in a good way

warnings: fem reader, periods, blood, nsfw at the end of each!! i've partitioned the sfw & nsfw sections for those who wanna skip :)

(Fyodor, Dazai, Chuuya) When Their S/O is on Their Period [Sfw & Nsfw]

Fyodor

SFW

before you, this man had never felt the touch of a woman (or anyone) so his knowledge on periods is quite limited

knows what they are from a scientific standpoint, but not really a sympathetic one

therefore u have to teach him a few things lol

gets the hang of it after awhile and ends up taking decent care of you when the time of month comes around

fyodor tends to shut himself off in his office for most of the day, which obviously doesn't help you

so, he now allows you to curl up in his lap while he types away at his computer

but if i'm being completely honest, he gets lowkey annoyed from ur whining and will kick you out of his office after an hour（￣ー￣）

this is fyodor we are talking about, after all

for the most part, he is attentive and plays the role of a supporting bf

makes you tea, showers with you, plays with your hair to help you fall asleep when you're kept up from the pain

copes decently with your mood swings etc. usually if you'd ever spoken to him in a rude tone unprovoked, he would be aggravated to say the least (◡ ﹏◡) but tries to have more patience & understanding since he knows ur going thru it lol

NSFW

oh lord, where do i even start

so surprisingly, he was the one to suggest the idea of period sex first

but then...did not act on it? literally talked about it in DETAIL and then left you hanging

now, he did this on purpose tho. wants to see you desperate and begging for it, and you did

fyodor is a smart cookie so he knows that your hormones are all out of whack, and that you want nothing more than for him to help you out

however, it's only when you are begging him with tears of frustration in your eyes that he finally agrees

won't really comment on it but he's not a fan of the blood, and only uses it to degrade you

^will finger you but then stare blankly down at his blood covered hand, before roughly wiping it across your face

pace wise, fyodor will start off gentle and "caring" before quickly switching to rough and demeaning

rails you so hard there are blood splatters up both his torso and yours

the whole time he glares down at you with a look of disgust and almost contempt while you're practically crying from overstimulation

Dazai

SFW

LMAOO good luck

jk, he's not that bad. well...at first he was

but gradually dazai realizes that he can't tease you and be his usual annoying self when ur on your period

because you WILL burst into tears

after the fact... he is quite a doting boyfriend <3

probably asks yosano for advice tho LMAO

always stops at the store after work to pick up snacks for you or anything else you may need

but do NOT ask this mf to buy pads for you. because he WILL come home with like...diapers or some shit 💀💀

dazai still doesn't always grasp the concept of mood swings so when you snap at him or start crying he just looks at you like 0-0??

quickly learns to just agree with everything you say and NOT tease you as much during these times

ok but listen up. if you wanna use this to your advantage, just manipulate him into doing things for you by guilt tripping him <3

^ "ugh, i was supposed to run to the store but i'm in soooo much pain, i wonder who could do this for me instead..."

consider it payback for all the times he's made YOU run errands for his lazy ass

NSFW

actually refused for the longest time out of fear it would hurt you

^literally the ONLY time this man has ever said no to sex. would instead give u a head pat & say "you should rest instead :)"

ok well what if we don't want to, dazai? what then??

you'd ended up giving him a pretty good speech on why it is GOOD to have sex while on your period and how it can alleviate pain and then he's like (¬‿¬)

after you've convinced him of that, dazai is down for it whenever <3 but only when YOU initiate it first & make it clear that is what you want

relatively gentle; prefers to go slowly and focus on hitting all the right spots deep inside you

loves watching the relief on your face as the pleasure overcomes the pain you'd been feeling nonstop

doesn't really like seeing the blood get on him tho...? not cuz he thinks it's gross or anything, but rather cuz it's your blood and it would make him think he's hurting you or something,,,idk but either way it would make him spiral

^so yea, the only side effect of this is that y'all must keep the lights OFF

Chuuya

SFW

THE BEST ONE FOR THIS IN EVERY WAY

isn't super educated on it at first, but after getting into a relationship with you he put in the work to do some research

treats you like a mf queen!!! (albeit he already does...but it's even better during this time)

has a period tracker on his phone so he can prepare in advance

isn't afraid to buy pads for you...and he's smart about it too. actually knows which size and type to buy

^walks straight into the feminine hygiene aisle and you best believe that if anyone even looks at him funny for doing so, he's breaking their jaw

stocks up on your favorite snacks & carries them in his pockets so if you're ever out n about and need some, he'll already be tossing one your way

surprisingly, chuuya puts up well with your mood swings and tries his best to not get angry or argue back lol <3

sometimes he may forget and snap back with something rude, which of course sets you off more

but dw, he makes up for it afterwards by giving you snuggles

plus, who needs a heating pad when you can just have chuuya lay on top of you??

NSFW

ngl the first time you asked he looked at you like 🤨

but after seeing the way your face fell at his reaction, he sighs and goes "well i guess we could try..."

dw, he very much WANTS to, he's just another one that needs to be sold on the idea out of worry it will hurt you

all you had to say was "it helps with the pain-" before chuuya is agreeing & pulling you towards the bedroom

after the first time he becomes lowkey addicted to it tho??

^it's the way you melt into his every touch, your voice cracks from the overwhelming pleasure, you're so much more wet...

yeah, he'll never get tired of seeing you this way <3

if you're worried about his reaction to the blood and all that, don't be because i promise he does NOT care. it's a normal bodily function and chuuya is the last person to judge that

^lays towels down on the bed to cover the sheets. wouldn't really mind if blood got on the sheets tho (he's rich anyway, he'll just buy more??)

OH and btw...yes he still gives head when you're on your period <3 when i said this man does not care, i MEANT it

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priceswifebb · 1 month

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TEACHER KYLE GAZ GARRICK SMUTTT!!!

Btw this is my first time writing smut so sorry if something is a bit off I'm still new to writing lol. Also Alerudy fic on the wayyy!

Paring: Gaz x AFAB reader

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You and your college teacher have been secretly dating ever since yall kept seeing each other outside of campus and actually started to hang out and then slowly started dating.

At first you thought that you weren't going to mix your school life with personal life and that you'd be able to stay professional with your professor.

That's when you find yourself making out with your teacher in his empty classroom...

He lips crashed against yours, warm and possessive. An arm snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. He broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and flushed, before whispering against your lips, "You're irresistible."

"I need you so bad" you whine in his ear with a pleading look on you're face

"God, I need you too." The words rolled off of his tongue like a prayer. His hands roamed your body, as if he couldn't get enough of you. With a wicked grin, he picked you up and set you on his desk, pushing the papers and books aside.

He continues to kiss you deeply savoring the feeling of his lips on yours. his hands moving up your shirt as he deepened the kiss. He broke away and stared into your eyes with hunger and fire. "I want you so fucking bad." He growled before reclaiming your lips.

"I'm all yours" you whisper in his ear Kyle's eyes darkened, lust and desire burning bright. "You're mine." He murmured as he trailed kisses down your neck. Sliding your shirt up and over your head, he admired the sight of you in just your bra.

He kisses down your neck leaving hickeys behind he expertly unhooked your bra, letting it fall away and revealing your bare breasts to his hungry gaze. His hands came up to cup and massage, his thumbs brushing against your nipples, making them harden under his touch. "You're so fucking beautiful."

You couldn't help but shudder and moan at the sensation

He took advantage of your exposed chest, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, teasing and sucking before switching to the other one, giving it the same attention while his hands roamed over your body.

His hand went lower and lower eventually reaching your pants as he slowly lowered your pants and underwear, exposing you to him. He knelt down in front of you, admiring every inch of your body. His hands gently caressed your thighs before spreading them apart, giving him a better view. "You're perfect."

He eans in closer, his breath hot against your wet folds. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust and desire, before he finally closes the distance and takes a long, slow lick of your pussy. "Fuck, you taste amazing."

With a satisfied grin, he dives back in, his tongue exploring your pussy with wild abandon. He eagerly laps up your wetness, teasing and sucking on your clit before plunging his tongue into your hole.

Your hands reach up into his curls you tighten your grip on his hair he lets out a soft groan at the feeling of your hand in his hair. He intensifies his attention on your pussy, his tongue flicking faster over your clit. He grips your thighs tightly, encouraging you to grind against him as he eats you out.

You grind and buck into his face as he eats you out he eagerly meets your bucking hips, his tongue never leaving your clit. He moans against you, the vibrations only heightening your pleasure as he continues to lick and suck at your wet pussy. "Yes, just like that" he moans against your cunt.

"S-Shit Kyle I'm about to-" you couldn't even finish your sentence his cocky smirk returns to his face as he hears you approach your climax, knowing he's the cause of it. He takes a second to look up at you before plunging his tongue back into your pussy, determined to make you come hard on his face.

You felt your upcoming climax your vision goes white as you squirted making a mess on his face and shirt.

As your orgasm overwhelms you, he pulls off your panties entirely, eager to taste every last drop of your juices. He catches your squirt with his mouth, groaning in pleasure as he swallows your release. "Fuck, that's hot...

Kyle slowly slides his tongue out of your pussy, gently licking up any remaining wetness before standing back up. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face as he looks at you. "Good girl... you came so hard for me..."

You felt a bit embarrassed about the mess you made and looked away. His grin widens as he notices your flushed face. He reaches out to gently tug on your hand, pulling you towards him. "Hey, don't be shy. You have nothing to be ashamed of you were fucking incredible just now."

You let out a small chuckle "thanks kyle" I smiled up at him. Kyle wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. He rests his chin on top of your head, inhaling deeply as he basks in your scent. "Mmm, anytime... I love making you feel good" he said softly as he gave you a peck on the lips.

"Come on let go get something to eat yeah?" He smiled at you.

#I didn't know what type of teacher gaz would be so i didn't specify lol #fist time making smut pretty proud how it came out #i dont see much of gaz content and its pissing me off!!!#kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz smut #cod x reader

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stardragongalaxy · 11 months

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Title: Brightest Jewel

Wordcount: 2474

Trope/Genre: Dragon au, Fantasy, Fluff, Angst, Tattoo artist, Smut, Hybrid au

Member(s): Doctor/Rescue reader x Tattoo Artist Dragon!Seonghwa ft. other members of ateez

Warnings: Switch dynamics, mutual masterbation, breeding, marking, collaring, mentions of poly relationship, tail dynamic (if you know what I mean), terms of endearment, hand holding, rough sex, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything

Author's note: Apologies for not posting in a while. Things were going on, but I have returned! This is partly for @whatudowhennooneseesyou mommy may and partly on a dream to a bigger story in the future. I also want to thank @abiaswreck and @kitten4sannie for driving me up the wall with their ideas, lol. Listen to Infinity by Jaymes Young since it was also the biggest inspiration for this piece. Enjoy!! All credits to @cafekitsune for the banner!!

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Having three weeks off was rare and even more rare to have it off the same time as your boyfriend, Seonghwa. Being a known tattoo artist along with his team that consisted of both humans and hybrids that worked together had its quirks. Any problems however were resolved quickly between Hongjoong, a wolf hybrid and himself, a dragon hybrid. While your work as a doctor in the office and rescue out in the field, who helped every kind of hybrid, had brought the eight hybrids closer after meeting.

Being at home you kept the house clean. Entering his bedroom, you were careful of the belongings. He always kept most of prized treasures there and you took special care to not break anything. Stopping, you looked around admiring his large collection taking in a mental picture of what you could add to it in the future for any occasion. Taking in the decision to get a shower to clean up before Seonghwa got home was best. You snuggled up afterwards after drying off and letting your wet hair dry for a short time causing you to yawn. You decided to put on the necklace Seonghwa gave you when he wasn’t home, taking a nap on the bed afterwards.

Coming home, Seonghwa invited the others inside his home. With their help they put everything away. Calling out your name gently a few times with no response, Seonghwa started to worry going to search through the house with other members helping in that search of you. Yunho being the first one to the door as the others followed to one of the bedrooms that he kept most of his prized possessions in.

“Their scent ends here” Turning to the others, voice laced with concern over you. Seonghwa hearing this, heads over passed the others grabbing the knob and opening the door quietly. Stepping through, he stops looking around in the darkness of the room seeing outlines. Turning, he flips on the lamp looking around better. Hearing shuffling, Seonghwa turns with a finger to his lips nodding over to the bed where you were sleeping. The others smile at the sight of you being in a restful slumber.

The seven members quietly head out the door to leave Seonghwa with you alone, but not before Hongjoong signaling he’d check in later, closing the door behind him carefully. Giving an affirming nod to Hongjoong before he left. Turning, he closed the door quietly to the bedroom. Looking back smiling seeing his most prized jewel of his heart among his treasures in one place. Moving forwards, letting his dark blue tail swish slowly, but gently across the bed to you. Torn between letting you sleep or waking you up. Deciding on the first, he went to go change and get ready for bed. You feel a dip the covers being shuffled gently, tucking you in with the body next to yours. A soft purring growl sounds by your ear and an arm over your side, caressing your clothed stomach gently. His tail gently wrapping around one leg carefully to assure both of you, helping you both drift off to slumber.

Hours passed, a soft, pained whine is sounded in the room followed with rapid breathing. Seonghwa, now being on his back jolted awake with a gasp. Catching his breathe, he brought his shaking hand up to his face giving himself a few minutes to calm down and be grounded in reality. Looking over, making sure you were still here, relieved him when he still saw you sleeping. Carefully moving to the edge of the bed, putting his feet on the ground to ground himself more than he already was while listening.

Giving a small hmm and groan you turn onto your back opening your sleepy eyes. Smiling, you see Seonghwa sitting beside you. Rubbing your eyes, you yawned then looked to your lover. Gaging his reaction, you reached out caressing his tattooed arm swearing you hear a content growl with a soft undertones. You'd swear he sounds similar to a large cat if it wasn’t for the patches of smooth scales and intricate tattoos you felt under your fingertips. Sitting up with one hand on the blanket covering you, you turned on the lamplight. Caressing his back, he turned to look at you, locking eyes making your heart ache seeing the look of emotions behind his glowing eyes. Wanting to find a way to get his mind off his nightmares, you spoke first.

“Love, I’m rather curious about something.. I’m happy with the three-week vacation with you, but..”your voice catching his full attention, turning his body in your direction with a soft tilt of his head while he listens. Looking him over, noticing his usual iridescent scales being more bioluminescent and his eyes, that were normally sapphire, now gave a icy lavender in a soft loving glow to yours “Are you coming into heat?’ asking seriously. He blushes with a nod knowing how he gets when he falls into his times of heat. He'd usually disappear until it was over, but this time he wanted to make sure with you as his mate wanting to make it official to the next step. Particularly, it made it more difficult to stay away after waiting so long.

“Didn’t want to scare you away nor force anything, but I wanted to spend it with you instead of disappearing then waiting for it to pass” looking over at you biting his lip with his fangs softly. You move closer letting the blanket drop and peck his lips leaving him a bit surprised, cheeks full of blush, but showing his smile. “Will you allow me?” asking permission holding his breathe at the answer. Reaching over, you get the collar gently putting it on for him and caressing his cheek lovingly. “Yes love” Letting go of the held breathe, he growls swishing his tail in happiness. Tugging softly on the collar bringing him forward enough to lock eyes giving him the signal. He growls softly then locks lips with yours. Usually, a battle of tongues would start, but you submitted letting him explore you instead. Feeling a new sensation, but not questioning it for now. Peeling the blankets away while laying you back letting his hand roam your body while keeping his other hand on your cheek. Kissing your forehead, he sits back letting you do what you need first since you both wanted to keep from any infections occurring. Upon return to the bed, he moved to straddling you.

Peppering kisses from your face to your neck while lovingly nuzzling into you. “Are you sure?’ Questioning as he raises his head, being inches from your face, and looking into your eyes for assurance. “Once I start this time, there is no going back” Firmly saying. Nodding and pecking his lips while having two fingers in the collar to bring him inches away from your face. “I’m positive that I always want you,” Reassuring him in any way you could, kissing him and letting the collar go gently. Returning the affection, growling softly. He let you lay back down on the comfort below taking the lead. Sitting up, he pulled down the blankets to your feet only seeing you in his shirt covering your body, moaning at the sight already. Helping you take off the shirt, letting it drop to the side of the bed. Caressing the sides of your body taking in your shape to his mind causing you to shiver. Closing his eyes feeling his body shiver with you, but his heart and body feel like they are setting a wildfire ablaze inside. He growls knowing his own heat just started, opening his eyes looking at you. His mind starting to become hazy. Leaning down to your neck, scraping his fangs lightly over your delicate skin, inhaling your warm scents of cinnamon and honey causing a rumbling growl to well up from his chest. Moving his hand down, rubbing over your clothed heat wanting to hear your whines and moans. The very sounds he only gets to hear while slowly teasing your skin.

Growling deeply, once he took time with you, he hooked his claws at the fabric tearing your panties off impatiently, tossing them somewhere in the room exposing your core knowing he’d get more in the future, growling seeing the sight in front of him, seeing the wetness causing him to lick his lips. Locking eyes with yours, fiery lust in his glowing ice blue slitted eyes watching you shiver in anticipation. Smirking, licking his pierced tight snake bitten lips with his split tongue made your body shutter and your heat pulse at the sight. Leaning down taking one breast using his tongue making a jolt of electricity run through your body causing moans to reach the dragon’s hearing. He plays with your other breast with his clawed hand and his tail to wrap upwards around one leg twice, the tip teasing your heat. Switching to give the other side the same attention with a reverberating growl to your chest. Arching your back with a gasp, the pleasure building inside faster than anticipated.

Using his hands to glide down your sides slowly to take in your shape while moving back down to your core making a purring growl with a smirk. Wasting no time, his tail tip coils under the mound moving a little more while he dives into your core using his tongue, caressing your hips and legs while keeping them still without harm, bringing you closer to ecstasy faster than expected.

“I-I’m coming mommy” You gasp out, arching your back, crying out while Seonghwa’s growl vibrates your core taking in all the juices in your release. Using his tongue to help you through your first high. Licking a stripe upon your clit beside his tail with a satisfying hum, listening to your heavenly sounds, smirk upon his face, fevered kisses going upwards along the way marking his trail. Reaching your lips, he gives a purr taking your lips with his own, meshing together, swiping his tongue to let you have a taste of sweet nectar tangling his tongue with yours for a short time. Breaking the kiss, Seonghwa locked eyes with yours, showing all the adorable and love with a smile.

Leaning down, kissing your forehead with a soft growl listening intently to the moment you gasped out his name with a moan. Seonghwa moves back enough to straddle above your body watching your face contort from pleasure from his tail that gently slipped into you, inching slowly to open you up more to what’s next while his tail tip slipped over your spot repeatedly. Smirking, he worked his pants off slowly letting his tail slow enough to get out of the barrier between initiating the mating process. Throwing the pants off finally with one leg somewhere in the room, he growled moving back as before, but now bare.

Feeling his tail slow down, you opened your eyes feeling some of the pleasure recede as you huffed slightly with a soft whine. Deciding in the moment, you reached out, taking his cock in your hand causing him to groan, leaning his head back with a growl. You smirked at his reaction, starting to pump him slowly, hearing his gasps and growls turn into whines sounded like heaven to you with his tail all but slowed to a near stop. Picking up speed, Seonghwa shuttered above you with heavy pants after a time calling your name with vigor getting closer to his release. His tattoos glowing along with his heated scales with his head now locked on you, glowing brighter than any star in the night sky. You play with the head causing a strangled groan with a buck of his hips, knowing he won’t last if he lets you continue.

Grabbing your wrist, halting your movements with an intense look that could burn you alive in the heat of the moment. Hearing his deep growl, he pulls your hand away firmly, but gently in the moment. Moving to hover above you to lock eyes. “We finish this together, because mommy wants to make sure you are taken care of” Leaning down being centimeters from touching noses with each other “in many waysss” he finishes letting his s sound to be more snake like. You feel your body jolt as he moves his tail inside you again to tease you. Seeing you gasp out cause a tug to his lips and intensity to heighten in his eyes to look more demon like. Leaning down, he nips at your neck with a growl letting you jolt from the sensitivity then kisses your neck. Removing his tail after being sure you were prepared for him. He began the next step entering you, watching your expressions best he was able making sure there wasn’t any thing to go wrong. Comforting you in the process until he bottomed out, kissing your face softly and watching you intently until you gave the signal to continue. Locking eyes again, all you could see is all the concern, love, and intensity in his eyes. You took a moment to adjust, taking his hand in yours bringing it to your lips kissing the back of his hand. “Move love” Speaking calmly, but confidently causing him to smile and start moving this time with a growl. Starting again slow and picking up relentlessly letting his inner beast take over, lacing one hand to yours against the bed.

“I’m going make sure the hatchlings and you are well taken care of. Mommy and the others will make sure of it” Growling out causing you to shutter in moans at the thoughts or what you can understand that is. He growls, watching you getting close to your release he moves his free hand down playing with your clit while snarling, bearing his fangs. “I-I’m” Your words are cut short when he leans down, biting your neck causing your body to jolt, arching up and screaming out his name. Shaking from the orgasm as he marks you causing him to growl against your neck. Throwing his head back afterwards, letting out a powerful roar that makes the house tremble, releasing within you making sure your bodies are close as possible in the moment. Chasing afterwards until you both were through the orgasms, Seonghwa kisses your forehead with his purring pushing your hair out of your face. Smiling up at him, pecking his lips in the moment caressing his hand in happiness. “Lets get cleaned up” Seonghwa speaks first, picking you up into his arms having you wrap your legs around his waist while still inside you. He smirks, while you rest your head on his shoulder, wrapping his tail around both your bodies. What he didn’t tell you was when it would happen.

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