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theemporium · 14 hours

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[3.5k] after his iconic first race win in formula one, lando gets to celebrate with his three favourite people. or, the charlandax smut i accidentally promised after a lando win with a lestappen podium. (smut)

note: this is fucking filthy and i kinda feel like i need to go to a confession booth. okay bye, nobody perceive me after this. she’s also unedited so beware (I’m too lazy to reread and edit rn)

Lando Norris felt like he was on top of the fucking world but maybe that was just how it felt from the top step of the podium.

It hadn’t really hit him yet, despite his ears ringing from his own screams and the cheers from the crowd and the fans and his own team. It didn’t feel real until the national anthem began playing through the speakers, until he heard his team singing along, until he realised this was his reality.

He was a Grand Prix winner.

Finally.

Surreal was the only word to describe how he felt. After years of second-place and third-place podium finishes, of people telling him his time would come, of having so many close calls, he did it. He fucking did it. And he didn’t just skim a win, it was fully fucking his as he soared past the chequered flag.

And for once, Lando basked in the knowledge that all eyes were on him. It didn’t give him that prickling, itching feeling under his skin. It didn’t make him want to hunch his shoulders up to his ears. It didn’t make the little voice in the back of his head send him spiralling over every little thing he could be doing wrong.

He had just won the Miami Grand Prix and everyone was staring at him and he fucking loved it.

But it meant more than just a win to Lando, it meant so much more than a trophy to add to his collection back home. It was about the years spent achieving this dream. It was about the effort and the support he had from the team to reach this point. It was about sharing this moment and standing on the podium with two people who meant the fucking world to him with the third watching all three of them from down below.

It meant the fucking world to Lando.

It was a blur of happiness and excitement and adrenaline as he stood on that top step. It felt like he was in a movie when the trophy was handed to him, the number one staring back at him like it was reminding him he had done it. It felt like a fucking dream when the champagne celebration started, his hand barely wrapped around the neck of the bottle when Charles and Max drenched and drowning him in champagne.

It was completely fucking unbelievable this was finally his reality.

Time was a blur of big smiles, loud cheers and so many people congratulating him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, it made something in his chest burst with pride as he felt his team slap him on the back as he walked through the garage. He felt like his life was complete when you threw your arms around him, tugging him close until your bodies felt like one.

“M’so cold,” he murmured as he wound his arms around you, holding you closer as he buries his face into your neck for some privacy, despite the countless cameras pointing at him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered back, just loud enough for him to hear because he was the only one who mattered in that moment. “This is the first of many.”

He sniffled, feeling his throat close up a bit but he just squeezed you tighter when the words didn’t come out as smoothly as he wanted.

However, you were pulled away from him seconds later as he was directed towards the camera. With media duties and team debriefs and many more commitments, he didn’t have time to stop and celebrate with the people he wanted. He had to perform for the cameras, for the fans, for the people watching before he could.

And honestly, he couldn't complain. There were worse problems to have.

His brain was running a million miles an hour, so many thoughts and feelings and emotions to try and comprehend that he barely noticed the other person in his driver’s room until the door shut behind him and he felt a pair of lips on his.

“I am so proud of you, mon champion,” Charles murmured against his lips, the kiss short-lived due to the huge smile on his face. He pulled back enough to look at Lando properly, his hands holding the Brit’s face. “So, so proud of you.”

Lando felt his cheeks burn. “M’glad you and Max were up there with me,” he admitted, that funny feeling in his chest returning before he glanced around the room noticing that Charles was the only one in his driver room. “Where are the others?” Pause. “How did you even sneak in here?”

“I have my ways,” Charles answered vaguely, his eyes glinting with mischief. “And I’m here to help you hurry up. They are waiting in the car.”

Lando snorted. “And they sent you to hurry me up?”

“I may have come third, mon amour, but I’m still fast.”

Despite his words, it took a few more minutes of Charles pressing kisses all over his face and mumbling a load of French that Lando didn’t understand before he was finally able to grab his belongings and make it out of the McLaren motorhome.

His whole body was buzzing with energy, far too hyped up to even care about the way his face burned when he climbed into the backseat of Charles’ race weekend car, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

This.

This was what he had been waiting for.

This moment to be with the people who loved more than his heart knew he was capable of. A moment to be with the people who believed in him no matter what, even when the rest of the world doubted him.

And if Lando was being so completely honest, he was so lost in the buzz of his win that he didn’t think anything about your hand resting on his upper thigh. He was still lost in the race a few hours ago, still lost in the feeling of crossing the line and hearing Will’s voice over the radio confirming he secured his first Formula One Grand Prix win.

So lost in that moment that he barely had a chance to drop his backpack on the floor of Max’s huge hotel suite before the Dutchman was reaching for him. With the privacy of the hotel room door locked from the rest of the world, Max didn’t hold back as he raked his hand through Lando’s curls. His fingers twisted in his hair, tugging sharply as his teeth nipped the Brit’s bottom lip.

Lando couldn’t help himself when he let out a whine.

“Fuck,” Max groaned, tugging on his hair again as he watched Lando’s eyes flutter shut. “Look at our race winner, hm? So pretty, schat.”

Lando’s lips parted but words were lost on him. Instead, his eyes darted where you saddled up against Max’s side, head resting on his shoulder as you looked at Lando with a massive grin.

“I think you broke him,” you teased, a faux pout on your lips. “Guess that throws all our plans out the window.”

Lando blinked before quickly shaking his head. “I—no, wait, what plans?”

Max grinned. “Your reward, baby. Didn’t think we were gonna celebrate your big day, huh?”

“I—” Lando paused, feeling something deep in his stomach twist in desire. “I just…I don’t know. I thought we were gonna go out…or something.”

“We could,” Charles spoke up as he slipped in behind Lando, his hands on the younger boy’s waist. “If that’s what you want. We can go out and celebrate with everyone else.”

Lando swallowed. “Or?”

“Or,” you repeated, your eyes lingering on his kiss-swollen lips. “You let us treat you like a proper race winner.”

“And what does that treatment include?” Lando asked, because that was just who he was. That little brat in him that wanted to know his options, that wanted to know exactly how he was being rewarded, who wanted to know exactly what was getting done to him. The little brat in him that was mouthy and sassy and usually got put in his place—that wanted to be put in his place.

And Max knew that. He knew that if he reached down, Lando was probably half-hard already. He knew that no matter what he said, Land would be down for it. He could see the glint in the Brit’s eyes, that realisation of what he could have without realising it.

“Anything you want,” Max murmured, his thumb lightly tracing along Lando’s bottom lip. “You’re the winner, Lando. Our winner.”

…

Anything you want.

That was his limit—completely fucking endless. He had all the control in the palm of his hands to do whatever he pleased, whatever he desired, whatever he fucking wanted.

But that wasn’t what Lando wanted. He didn’t want to be in charge. He didn’t want to be the person making the calls and decisions. That wasn’t his role in the bedroom and he never really wanted to be. He liked being the one who got to lay back, the one that people tried to tame and dominate only to realise he didn’t listen as easily as people wanted.

He liked being the one that people worked to break.

So, that was exactly what Max gave to him and Lando only slightly regretted his decision as he slumped back against the Dutchman, grinding his ass back against the older boy’s straining cock as he threw his head back against Max’s shoulder.

“Please, please, please,” Lando whined, trying to buck his hips forwards but Max kept his body in place, just where he wanted him. “S’too much.”

“I know, schatje,” Max mused, pressing a lingering kiss at the base of his neck just to hear Lando let out a small moan at the contact. “But look how pretty they look for you, all for you. You don’t want them to stop, do you?”

But Lando couldn’t bring himself to respond.

“None of that,” Max muttered, squeezing Lando’s sides to get the boy to listen. “Thought my winner was gonna be good for me, huh? Look at them, Lando. Look how good they are being for you. Look at how much they are enjoying this.”

The boy only managed to let out a whimper as he fluttered his eyes open, his chin tucking into his chest as he looked down at the sight Max was demanding of him.

And, fuck, it made his knees buckle.

The two of you were absolute fucking messes. It felt like something out of a porno, one that would have Lando panting and whining and fantasising about because never once did he think it was realistic. And yet, here you and Charles were, looking like something out of his deepest desires.

He couldn’t focus on one of you, it would have been a crime to not stare and ogle you both. The way you both looked utterly perfect on your knees in front of him, glossy eyes and flushed cheeks and looking so fucking blissed out as you both worshipped his cock—like you were fulfilling a purpose, like this was what the two of you were made for.

And it was messy as fuck, something that maybe would have been gross to everyone else in the world, but Lando thought it was so fucking hot. The evidence of his previous orgasms splattered across you both, covering your lips and chins and naked chests. The way your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as Charles licked down the underside of his cock until he nosed Lando's balls. The way Charles had one hand wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping and stroking himself as you squeezed and played with your tits like it would give you some relief.

But it wasn’t about your pleasure or Charles’ or Max’s.

It was all about Lando.

“Such good sluts on their knees for you,” Max muttered, lips brushing against his ear as his warm breath tickled against Lando’s skin. “Usually that’s you, schat. Getting on your knees for me, doing whatever I tell you.”

“Fuck,” he let out in a breathless whimper, turning his head to try and nuzzle his face into Max’s neck.

“Do you like this, Lando? Like seeing them be such whores for your cock? So desperate and needy?” Max continued, his hands tightening on the younger boy’s waist as he looked down at you and Charles.

You let out a whine at his words, your thighs clenched together and your eyes fluttering shut as you traced your tongue along the slit of his cock. Your moans vibrated around his cock, leaving the boy a puddle underneath your touch as Charles placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his balls.

“Bet they would stay there all night if you wanted them to,” Max mused as his eyes caught teary green eyes staring up at him, desperation shining in the pretty colour of them. “Bet Charles would love to take your cock down his pretty throat, he always does it so well for me. Hm, amour? Think you could take our pretty winner’s cock like a good boy?”

The sound Charles let out was pitiful and straight out of a fucking porno.

“Max,” Lando breathed out, his hands reaching back to try and grab onto the Dutchman. “Please, I-I need…”

“What do you need?” Max questioned, squeezing his sides. “Need more than their mouths, baby? Or maybe you need more than that.”

Lando felt his whole face burn as he let out a shameless moan when one of Max’s hands began wandering, when his fingers brushed along his skin before squeezing the fat of his ass.

“The champagne wasn’t enough, hm? Maybe we need to fill you up,” Max suggested, like it was something as casual as talking about dinner options. “Bet you’d feel so nice and tight around me, baby. Maybe let Charles fill your pretty throat instead.”

“Please,” Lando whined.

“Yeah, you want that?” He could feel Max’s smile against his skin. “Let our pretty girl bounce on your cock whilst we fill you up? She would look so pretty sitting on top of you.”

Lando nodded his head vigorously, his nails slightly digging into Max’s skin. “I need it, Max, need it so bad.”

Max’s teeth scraped along the side of his neck. “Beg for it.”

So he did.

He begged for it until his voice was hoarse and his legs were shaking and his babbles were practically incoherent. He begged until he felt Max’s lips on his skin, joined by Charles and yours moments later as you three kissed and worshipped every inch of his body. He begged until his face was burning red, his blush spreading down his neck and chest as you praised him—your race winner—until he couldn’t take it any more.

He begged for it as you held his face, prepping kisses all over his face whilst Max worked him open.

He begged for it as Charles marked along his neck and chest to help him relax as Max slowly slid inside him, stretching him open until he was a whimpering mess.

He begged for it as you slowly sunk down on his cock, your cunt already soaking and slick with your own arousal as he buried himself inside you.

He begged for it until his hands were gripping Charles’ thighs, nails digging into his skin as he urged his cock further down his throat until he felt fucking full.

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth as you let your hands skim along his skin. Your fingers traced along the planes of his abs, watching them softly clench under your touch before you traced along his sides. You kept your hands moving, feeling the need to touch every fucking inch of him as he preened and squirmed under your touch. “You look so perfect like this.”

Lando let out a muffled moan around Charles’ cock.

“Letting us fill you up, make you feel so good,” you continued, the walls of your pussy clenching around him. “This is what our race winner deserves. So pretty and fast today, baby, it’s so hot.”

One of his hands let go of Charles, blindly reaching out towards you until you caught the hint to intertwine your fingers together. You raised it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto the back of his hand and something about the soft gesture whilst his body was being fucked into an inch of his life made the boy spiral.

He couldn’t do anything but just take it, let the overwhelming pleasure wash over him until his whole body felt like it was on fire. His nerve endings felt like they had been turned up beyond the dial, like every touch was more thrilling than he could ever imagine. The words of praise was a muffled mess around him, three voices all mixed together as he felt hands all over his body. He felt safe, he felt full, he felt complete.

It was a blur of too much pleasure and excitement and gratification when he finally came, white spots dotting his vision as he felt himself completely spill inside you whilst your cunt clenched around him, as Max’s cock hit the perfect spot deep inside him with every thrust. He was so lost in his own orgasm, in his own moans and whines and noises to fully realise the domino effect he started.

To really appreciate the sight of you coming on his cock, bouncing up and down on his cock whilst your tits moved with each thrust. To really enjoy the sensation of Max coming deep inside him, squeezing him so hard that he was sure his skin would bruise the next day. To watch the way Charles stroked himself a few more times before spilling over his chest, just for you to lean down and lick up the mess until you leaned down to kiss him senseless.

To be completely honest, he was waiting to wake up and realise this whole day was a dream.

But he blinked. And blinked once more for good measure. And your smiling face was still there to reassure him this was real, that everything about today was real.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice a little rough and hoarse.

“Hey, baby,” you grinned back at him as you raised your hand to gently cup his face, your thumb wiping away a few stray tears that slipped out. “How are you feeling, Mr Race Winner?”

And despite the exhaustion settled deep in his bones, Lando beamed at you. “Feel like I’m the king of this fucking world.”

You giggled. “Then our job here is complete.”

Lando huffed out a laugh, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to fight the urge to curl up and sleep for the next week straight.

“Don’t tell me that’s you done for the night,” Max’s voice spoke from somewhere else in the room, somewhere away from the bed but Lando couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes just yet. “There’s a whole city wanting to celebrate with you tonight.”

“Ugh, being a race winner is so much work,” Lando whined playfully, reaching for you to pull you closer before you could pull away from him. “Let’s just stay here forever.”

“All a part of the title, mon amour,” Charles teased as he settled down beside the younger boy on the bed. He leaned in, placing a quick kiss to Lando’s forehead. “I heard the other drivers making bets on who could buy you the most shots.”

Lando let out a breath. “Fuck, they are gonna try to kill me.”

“We wouldn’t let that happen,” you assured him, but he could hear the smile in your voice. “I’m sure Max would join you.”

“Thanks, schat,” Max grumbled as he wandered back into the room, a wet washcloth in his hand. “We have a few hours before we are meant to meet everyone anyways. Have a nap, you can shower when you wake up.”

Lando blinked his eyes open, a cheeky smile on his face. “Alone?”

Max rolled his eyes. “It’s never enough for you.”

“I’m a high maintenance guy,” Lando replied.

“We know,” you murmured with a snort, only to gasp when he pinched your side. “Hey!”

“You can’t yell at me, I’m a race winner,” he shot back at you, grinning wider when you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, that is exactly how this works,” Charles snorted as he slumped down on the pillow beside Lando, reaching for the Brit to curl up beside him. “That and club blowjobs.”

“It was one time,” Max grumbled. “And it wasn’t even my idea!”

“I didn’t regret it for a second,” you smiled shamelessly at the Dutchman before raising your hand, trying to pull him down onto the bed with the three of you. “C’mon, we can clean up properly later. I wanna cuddle.”

“So needy.”

“In the wise words of race winner Lando Norris, I’m a high maintenance guy.”

“Hell yeah, baby,” Lando murmured, his cheek pressed into the pillow with a sleepy smile on his face. “Someone stitch that onto a pillow.”

“Please go to sleep before I gag you both.”

“They would probably like that, mon amour.”

“You too, Charles.”

“Always so bossy, Verstappen.”

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xi-chan · 3 days

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Mezereon

pairings: Sunday x fem!reader warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex, consensual, slight dacryphilia, Dom!sunday, missionary and cowgirl, sensitive Sunday, virgin sunday, wing teasing and pulling, glowing halo, cunninglingus, slight breeding kink(?), praising A/N: I'm going feral about this man y'all know that- so like, I had the thought that Sunday's wings flutter and twitch during it and read on tt that his halo like brightens up and I HAD to write smth about him; also, this is my second time writing smut, I've gotten a request which is also a smut so I kind of used this as preparation lol- save me from writers block please.

as sunday kissed you on your neck, he quickly removed your undergarments and threw them off the bed- not particularly caring where they landed- before resting one of his hands on your hip. He gave a gentle squeeze as he also bit you lightly, causing you to writhe a little before he backed up, your figure in his whole view. he placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs a little, noticing the wetness between them before lifting his head to look at you, "you're so pretty... my angel."

sunday lowered his head to be between your thighs before placing gentle, feather-light kisses on them, but never where you wanted him the most- even teasing you a little by having his lips dangerously close to your core. You could feel his breath but instead of going down he went to the spot right next to your core, kissing you there. "sunday-" "patience, dove. I'm getting there." after he interrupted your whining, he pressed two fingers on your cunt, sliding them up and down your slit and you were humming in satisfaction. in no time, your cunt was covered and shimmered with your slick and sunday quietly cursed under his breath. "fuck... my lovely angel, I can‘t keep you like this, can I?“ he whispered before finally kissing your clit and lapping up and down your cunt, making you moan softly as you try to grab his hair but accidentally pull on his wing.

„Mhm-!“ he moaned and the vibration on your cunt spent shivers up your spine before you apologized, „d-did that hurt? I won‘t do- ahm!~“ you practically slapped your hand on your mouth as you felt his tongue entering you, humming as he circled his thumb on your clit. As he ate you out, the pure bliss you experienced was something you never had before with anyone else. Sunday wasn‘t used to intimacy- especially sex- but he knew what your body craved, what felt good and what made you almost scream. He grabbed you by the hips, burying his face deeper into your cunt and your body entered ecstasy as your orgasm neared. He wanted to make you cum with his tongue first, he needed to taste you. You felt Sunday‘s wings on your thighs and unconsciously pulled them, making him moan in a high pitched tone, which caused you to climax. As you twitched and trembled, sunday kept lapping at your cunt- your slick dripping down his chin and onto the bedsheets. When he noticed you whincing, he stilled, kissing your clit gently before lifting his head. „are you alright, love? do you wish to continue?“ he stroked your hip lovingly and you nodded after you caught your breath. He was pleased with your answer, and he couldn‘t endure his aching bulge anymore. His cock was twitching in his hand as he rubbed the tip along your cunt, coating himself with your arousal.

he was impatient.

he eased in slowly, and once his tip entered, he suddenly whined, surprising even himself. „you‘re tight…“ he pushed his cock deeper, and your walls clamped down on him, squeezing his shaft as he bottomed out. „Ahm- sunday, please…-“ You whined, almost begging him to move, but he was trembling a little. „Uh, y-yes, just… hold on a second please..“ he shut his eyes close as he stilled above you, one hand on your hip and the other on the pillow next to your head. He hid his face from you, so instead of trying to make him look at you did you simply touch his wings again, going through his feathers and he whined deliciously. „…your soft spot, huh?“ you cooed, and even though you couldn't see it, sunday's face was slowly getting red.

"just... don't move for a second, please." he whispered and you really tried to stay still, but when his cock was so deep in you, your cunt automatically tightened and loosened up again repeatedly, and the sensation was a bit too intense for him, "angel, please."

he composed himself quickly after- too quick in your eyes- and he lifted his upper body- those golden, piercing eyes watching every twitch of your figure and how your chest heaved with anticipation. He pulled out before quickly pushing it fully in again. the way his cock was reaching every corner of your cunt made you see stars, and while Sunday took his time, you urged him to go faster, rocking your hips in tandem with his slow thrusts. sunday's head was spinning with the feeling of your cunt engulfing his cock and it felt surreal- the way your pussy seemed to be the perfect shape for him.

in seconds, his thrusts seemed to quicken in pace as he ruts into your core. he wanted to make the two of you feel equally good, but that one thought inside his mind was telling him to just fold you in half and fuck you till you were too full with his cum. but he remained 'rational'.

he was so close, and his thrusts became even faster- he held your hips tightly and while his moans were either quiet or muffled, you were practically screaming- screaming for him to be even more faster and you didn't care anymore if someone could hear you.

"sunday-! pleasepleaseplease...!"

"yes, love, anything for y- fuck-" he utters with a moan, his balls slapping against your thighs, covered with your slick. he groans as his forehead rests on your chest, his thrusts never halting as he muttered some incoherent sentences, with some moans in-between. "fuck...! fill you up, so they can stop pestering m- shit- with the whole heir thing..." As your second orgasm neared, you pulled on his wings again as they twitched, and with his last strong thrust, his halo glowed bright as he came inside you, painting your pussy white and you came as well, your body spasming with the bliss. he breathed heavily as he kept his cock inside you, even whimpering a little when you continued to tuck his wings. you didn't know it was possible but it felt like he came again.

"ah-" you whinced when he pulled out, feeling his cum oozing out of you. "are you alright, angel?" he asked with that sweet tone and you nodded. He placed his hand on your cheek before he kissed your lips softly, "that's good to hear." he mumbled and you took his face in your hands as well. you gave him a small peck before holding him close, his face now between your neck and shoulder. your bodies were sweaty, but it didn't matter- mostly because you wanted more.

you hesitated, you wanted to tell him, but were you selfish? you just had a session, to just suddenly ask for round two would be-

"I want more." he mumbled abruptly and you felt his cock- hard and twitching- against your entrance again. "please, give me more." he whispered before kissing your neck sensually, licking the part where he bit before. "Can you give me more, love?"

"that's a good girl..." sunday cooed. You were sitting on top of his cock, which was penetrating all your sensitive spots. As he thrusts his cock up your pussy again and again, tears start prickling in your eyes. It wasn't because it hurt- in fact, you were so overwhelmed by pleasure that you started to cry, craving more, more of his cock, more of his cum, more of him. sunday wasn't better off as well. his composure was still calm, but you knew that he was trying to get you to go down faster on him. not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend, you lifted your hips until only your tip was inside your cunt, before slamming down again, and again, and again-

"Love, please- faster-" he lost it completely. he was begging.

as you quickened your hip movements, you leaned forward as you grabbed his wings again, his moans getting even louder as his halo began to glow again. he placed his thumb on your clit and moved it in circles, making you cry out as the two of you chased your orgams. you were clutching his wings hard in a futile attempt to keep yourself straight while his cock was buried inside you. your body can't take it anymore, all that leaves you is a jumbled mess of half-words as you cum, rendered entirely speechless from the impact of your climax.

sunday came quickly after that, spilling his cum inside you again for the nth time that night. you stood still on his cock before falling onto his chest. he caught you and let you lay softly on him as your body was twitching with the after-shocks of another intense climax.

you felt sunday going through your hair with his fingers and his wings were slightly touching your cheeks, calming you almost instantly. "Love?" he whispered and you lifted your head a little, he let out a long exhale as his hand traveled from your head to your back, stroking in a circular motion. "I apologize if I was rough. It won't happen again." he said and you just chuckled, trying to shake your head. "No, it's okay. I liked it actually. Don't see this sight of you very often, you know?" you slowly lifted your hips and whined once his cock left your pussy, his cum spilling out and landing on the bed sheets.

"Yes, apologies, it's just-" he tried to find the words but you placed your finger on his lips, shushing him. "I know. The whole 'new heir for the Oak Family' reason gets old very quick after you hear it a thousand times. I understand why it stresses you out so much." he silently agreed before his lips were on your forehead and you keened into him. you could fall sleep right then and there- but the stickiness between your legs and the sweat on your bodies made it impossible for you.

"I'll prepare a bath, rest your body first, alright, Angel?"

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golden1u5t · 2 days

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real one | a.h x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: reader fakes and orgasm while with aaron, he notices and lets her change the position and do what makes her feel good.

you had let out an loud moan, like the ones in those bad pornos, as you tried to make it seem like you'd just had an orgasm. aaron's hips stilled and he sat up from where he had his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

"y/n... what was that?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, you brought your hands up to cover your face.

"i had an-"

aaron was experienced, much more than you were, and he'd been with plenty of women to know how it felt when a woman had an orgasm.

"no you didn't." aaron chuckled, he pried your hands from your face and leaned down to peck your lips. your skin flushed with embarrassment and you pulled away from him.

you had expected him to be at least a bit upset about you faking it, you expected to have to overly explain yourself on why you did it, but aaron wasn't like that. he understood that whatever it was he was doing obviously wasn't working for you and there was no point in getting upset over something he could fix.

aaron carefully pulled out and flipped you both over so he was on his back and you were straddling his waist. you stared down at him confused but didn't question him.

"this way you can do what makes you feel good, yeah?" aaron's hands rubbed up your thighs, settling on your hips and pushing you back so you were on his hips instead of his waist.

you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded your head with a huff, you moved back some and lifted yourself up. you took ahold of aaron's cock and lined it up with your entrance, you steadied yourself with a hand on his chest as you sank down.

aaron's fingers curled into the plush skin of your thighs as you started to lift yourself off of his cock and push back down. aaron always liked it when you rode him-though it didn't happen often because you always got tired quickly— because he liked the view he got to see when you did.

a soft moan fell from your lips when you leaned forward, subsequently causing aaron's cock to slip deeper, and placed both hands on the bed beside aaron's head.

"does that feel better?" he asked, fighting the urge to thrust up into you. he moved his hands up to hold onto your hips, you fell down against his shoulder and your eyes slipped closed.

"yeah- yeah, so much better." you gasp, slightly speeding up your pace. aaron groaned and let his head fall back, his hands moved to your ass to plant a harsh slap on it.

aaron smiled to himself when he felt your walls start to tighten around his cock and your rhythm start to falter. you never really gave him much of a warning that you were about to cum, just a whine of his name into his ear. you completely slumped down into him afterwards which left him to chase his own release within you. his hands gripped your ass to help him move you up and down on his cock, along with his hips thrusting up.

the most you could do was whimper into the crook of his neck as his cock twitched and spurted rope after rope his warmth. you waited for a few moments to relax before you lifted yourself off of him, you bit down on your bottom lip when you felt the mixture of your cum rush out of you.

aaron brought his arm up and placed it under his head, a smile breaking out on his face.

"see, that was orgasm."

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luvyeni · 2 days

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p. bf!mark x fem!reader | warnings: roughish sex, unprotected sex, a lil bit of angst | words: 0.7k ~ (740) 🐯ㆍ₊⊹

request: hai could i please request a smut of mark where reader n mark are arguing and fighting but in the end they're just.. fucking away their anger at each other and making up in the end!? thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻

authors note. here you go love🤍

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

how could he just stand here and look you in the face and say you’re wrong. “i told you there’s no need to be jealous, she’s an ex for a reason.” you scoffed. “yeah if she’s an ex why the fuck didn’t you block her?”

mark ran his fingers through his hair angrily. “you read the text it was nothing.” he said. “nothing she basically said to text her if you were ever available and you said okay.” you argued. “because it's not like i’ll see her baby, it was polite talk.” you rolled your eyes. “polite talk with someone who clearly wants to fuck you again.”

“you know what, you sound crazy and i’m not arguing with you when you’re like this, come talk to me when you’re more level headed, and not acting like a crazy person.” he walked away leaving you in the living room fuming.

“she text you out of the blue, basically asking you on the date, and you telling me im the crazy one.” you stomped angrily after him. “mark you can’t seriously be this dumb.” you swung open the door to your shared bedroom, only to be pushed up against it. “i told you come in here when you’re calm.” you struggled against his grip, only pissing him off further, his hands tightening around your wrist. “let me go you’re being an asshole.”

“and you’re being a bitch right now.” he gritted through his teeth. “not my fault you want to fuck your ex get—” his hand came up to your throat, shutting you up. “you took it too far baby.” you gasped as you felt his hand tightened; his knee pushing your legs open. “told you to calm down.” he thigh came into contact with your clothed cunt, you moaned out at the sudden contact. “is that what it is, you’re jealous because im not showing you attention for 2 seconds, you know i don’t want to fuck her up.” that condescending smirk— you would’ve slapped him if he didn’t have you bounded. “you’re upset I’m not fucking you.”

he dragged you to the bed, throwing you down— you body bouncing as he rid himself of his pants. “this little attitude of yours isn’t gonna fly anymore.” he freed himself, cock bobbing against his abdomen. “gonna fuck it out of you.”

he wasted no time, pushing your legs up to your chest, slapped his cock on your clothed slit. “look at this wet pussy, you get turned on from arguing me huh?” he pulled your panties to the side, sliding right in, you screamed out at the stretch. “look at that slid right in.”

he held your legs open, his hips snapping against yours as he cursed. “fuck mark!” you moaned, right before his hand came down in contact with your pussy. “greedy little pussy, just take and take.” he grunted. “give you everything and what do i get?” he thrusted up, hitting that one spot. “nothing but fucking attitude.” he pulled out, flipping you over. “wa-wait mark— fuck!”

you felt his cock bullying it’s way back into your hole. “that’s stops today.” he gripped your hair. “if i tell you to calm down you listen.” he gripped your ass. “if i say don’t worry about something.” he pushed your head against the pillows. “don’t worry about it.”

tears ran down your cheeks as he plowed into you. “ma-mark im gonna cum.” you babbled. “should i let you?” he grunted, his orgasm approaching as well. “do you even deserve it?” you sobbed, nodding your head. “pl-please, im sorry.” you begged. “i’ll listen i promise.” he lifted you up, your back pressed against his chest. “you’ll be a good girl?” you nodded. “use your words.”

“yes, fuck!” you screamed, he let your arm go, falling back into the pillows. “cum for me baby.” your legs shook as you came, tightening around his cock. “fuck baby, fuck im cumming.” he grunted, you moaned feeling his cum sticking to your walls. “that’s it take my cum for me.” he kissed your back. “good girl, my good girl.” he slowly pulled out, his touch much softer as he laid you down.

“i love you okay?” he kissed your temple. “i don’t want to date anyone else and i damn sure don’t want to fuck anyone else but you baby.” he whispered, his hands holding you tight.

“i love you so much , never think otherwise.”

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satrs · 10 hours

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Truth or Dare ? ✦

SYNOPSIS; When you find yourself in an unexpected entanglement, you might as well try to pass your time with some truth or dare.

TAGS; ADULT CONTENT (18+). MDNI. unprotected intercourse. co-worker!nanami. dirty talk. size kink(?). risky s€x. bro's best friend!gojo. sexting. teasing. masturbation. stranger!toji. dirty talk. slight dumbification. car s€x. overstim. ex!sukuna. edging. clothed grinding.

FEATURING; Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Toji xfem!reader

WK;1.7k.

NANAMI KENTO ✦ TRUTH!

"This is ridiculous."

You huff out a small laugh at his comment, pushing your office chair next to him at the table, nudging him into the shoulder. "You're such a killjoy, nanami."

His light brows knit into an irritated expression, an exhausted huff of air leaving his lips. He just wants to go home.

But no, his boss had to assign him more papers to work overtime with his darling college, for that matter, and forgot to inform the other employees not to lock the office at the end of the corridor, that, unfortunately, you and him were busy working in.

So, when you both finished your exhausting work, ready to head off home, it sure was a surprise to find the door to your escape locked.

Sharp eyes snap to the watch on his wrist. Two more hours until the janitor shows up. Great. Two more hours of agony, trying to ignore the pulsating hard-on against his tight trousers.

"It's the questions, isn't it?" His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, neck craning into your direction.

You, dangling in your chair, eyes lit up as your orbs inspect the grumpy man next to you. "I knew it", you breathe out in defeat, head hanging low in thought. "Maybe we could spice them up a bit."

His lips form into a thin line, shaking his head in disapproval. "No way." And you miss the way a faint blush spreads from the tip of his nose to his cheeks as you sulk in your chair, disappointed.

Ah, man. He doesn't like it when you're all sulky and grumpy. That's his job. Alright then. Maybe he can play into your little game. He sighed in defeat before clearing his throat, turning to face you.

"Where's the riskiest place you've ever done it?"

You don't know how it happened. You just looked up at him, surprised by his answer. "Well, not in a stuffy office like this, that's for sure", you joked. But before you could catch your breath from your giggle, you found yourself on top of that very same desk you were just working on some time ago, legs spread, with the tall blonde hovering above you. His veiny hand grasping at his tie to loosen it, chest heaving. You feel heat rising up your body as his absent hand travels from your white blouse down to your clothed thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

A shiver runs down your spine as his hand trails over every inch of your body, feeling you up through the barrier of clothes. His head bends down, face pressed into the crock of your neck, taking in your scent.

Moaning at the sensation, your delicate fingers tangle their way through his blonde locks as he trails kisses all over your neck, subconsciously rutting his hips into yours.

Before your mind can even register the teasing bite against your pulse, your skin shivers from the contact of cold air hitting it. Panties on display, wet patch formed at the middle with your trousers long forgotten somewhere on the floor. When did he-?

"You planned this out, didn't you?" His voice is dangerously low, almost a growl. Finger hooking into the waistband of your panties, flicking it against your skin mockingly. "Wanted me all over you all along."

It was evident that you long for him to fill you up, but fuck, he was no better. "Wish you could see yourself right now, pretty", his hands roam your body, quick to sneak one hand under your shirt, fondling your breast. "Shit. Teasing me with those tight pants of yours. Should've just asked me to give this needy cunt a treat." A swift slap to your clothed cunny follows his words, earning a gasp from your lips.

Biting back a moan, your grip on his hair tightens as his fingers strip you of your panties, swiftly freeing himself from the tightness of his trousers. He works quick, in all matters, sliding his tip, leaking of pre, through the wetness of your folds, spreading your juices all over.

Lewd. That's the word to describe the scene unfolding. Your moans echo in the room as his cock head nudges your clit, your legs wrapping around his hips instinctively.

He hums in content, aligning hit angry head to your puckering hole, groaning at the sight of your needy cunt clenching around nothing, cursing under his breath. "Easyyy, now", his other hand firmly holds your hips in place to stop you from squirming, "Running off already? I'm not even in yet, and you're already all worked up?"

You couldn't help but whine, walls contracting around the bulky tip. He sharply rams his length into your shivering cunt, quick to pick up a steady pace, pubic hair harshly brushing against your puffy clit. You might as well faint from his fastening pace, mind clouded in pleasure from the warmth of his breath against your skin.

"Fuckin' hell, quit clenching. Can barely even m-move", nanami breathes out. Truth be told, he might burst a load right into your womb right now. Mind spinning from your tightening walls sucking him deeper and deeper into your hole.

Taking his frustration out on your pussy, he continues to bully his length into you over and over again, hissing at the snugness of your cave.

With each prodding against your sensitive spots, your breathing picked up, legs shaking as you near your release, you throw your head back in pleasure. "Nanamiiii, I-I'm gonna cum! Please don't s-stop!"

"What was that? Can't hear you over this slutty pussy", Cock abandoning your sloppy hole. "So damn needy." He groans, slapping his tip against your puffy folds as you shriek in response.

With one quick glance at the clock he groans, bottoming out inside of you again. "We got one more hour darling," Nanamis eyes flutter shut, fast to pick up where he left off, "Gotta make the most out of it. "

SATORU GOJO ✦ DARE!

'Hey. You up? Where are you hiding your sweets? Your bro is asleep and I can't find any ;('

A frustrated groan escapes you as you read the message. It does come in handy to have the number of your big brother's best friend sometimes, but that guy sure was a handful.

Just like right now. Satoru is sleeping over at your place at this very moment. But instead of occupying himself in his friend's room, he figured to bother his little sister - you.

'Top shelve behind the cornflakes. Now leave me be.'

You look into the direction of the bluish light coming from your nightstand, taking your phone in hand, only to let out an annoyed huff of air.

Jerk:

'I'm bored. You up for truth or dare?'

Curiosity getting the better of you, you agree, sitting up on your bed, waiting for him to type out the awaited question.

Once he does you think, thumb hovering above the keyboard before you type out your answer.

'Dare.'

He smiles to himself as he reads over the words, the dim light of the bathroom illuminating his figure. Yeah, sure, he was bored. But the prominent bulge against his gray sweatpants say otherwise.

Satoru types in his dare not long after, not even hesitating to send it, eyes preying on the three dots at the corner of his screen, hard length pulsating inside his pants.

Jerk:

'I dare you to send me nudes ;)'

Well, this took a dark turn quickly. Your eyes scan over the message over an over again in disbelief, heart throbbing in your chest as you think of a possible comeback to type out, the same three dots appearing and disappearing from his screen over and over, a sly smirk spreading across his handsome face. "Gotcha."

Fighting with your own mind, you decide to walk right into his trap, panties growing damp at the thought of him pleasuring himself to your pictures. You quickly hop out of your shorts before you position yourself on the bed, phone capturing the sinful sight of your exposed cunt, fingers pushing your flimsy panties to the side, tight hole on full display.

Viewing the two blue ticks, you smile to yourself. Now you finally shut him up for good. Before you could set your phone to the side, another message pops up. To your surprise, your plan failed.

Jerk:

*1 image attached*

'Your turn now.'

Amused, your eyes glue to the visibly huge bulge against his sweats, his big hand pressing his hard-on through the piece of clothing. He was in the bathroom, you could make that out from the terribly lit picture and the ceramic bathtub in the background. Excitement rushes through your body as your hand slowly sneaks into your panties.

It's almost absurd, a childish game you're playing into, but it was still extremely thrilling. Satoru was just a few steps apart from you, he could easily sneak into your room and play this game of his face to face with you.

But he didn't. He was always one to love to thrill and tease the living hell out of you. He just never thought it would bite him back in the ass.

With a lip cadged between your teeth, you type out a question, giving into his wish of 'truth', the other hand drawing teasing circles against your clit.

'How bad you want to fuck me?'

"Fuckkkk", he whispers a curse under his breath, dick already heavy in his hand as he pumps his fist tightly on his erected member.

“So bad. Sososo bad” he whispers, words coming out as a quiet whimper as he fucks his fist desperately, almost drooling at the mouth has he imagined pounding his fat cock into you.

“Shit, such a cute pussy. Want to feel you so bad” he’s a blabbering mess at this point, talking to himself as if you could hear him.

Jerk:

‘Real bad. Want to feel your cunny squeezing the life out of me’

Shameless, that’s what he is. But he really couldn’t care less, high of the lustful thoughts clouding his mind.

A quiet moan escapes you at his answer, finger buried into your cunt, imagining it to be his fat cock instead.

His fist tightens around his pulsing cock, threatening to bust his load any second from now, his eyes glued to the picture of your drenched cunt, various scenarios playing inside his head.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” He nears his release soon, spurting all over his abdomen, quick to snap a picture of the nasty aftermath.

Jerk:

*1 picture attached*

You audibly gasp as the picture lit your screen, your eyes glued to the white, ropey cum smeared all across his hefty length and abdomen, little droplets of sweat glistening against his sculptured body.

Thighs squeezing together around your hand, heat rises up your body as your breathing picks up. “God, fuck.”

Contemplating to get up and just fuck him in the bathroom, not giving two shits about your brother sleeping at the end of the corridor, you're quick to sit up at the edge of your bed, heart thumping in your chest as yet another message lights up your screen.

Jerk:

'Come clean it up ?'

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✦ TRUTH!

"Up for a lil game, pretty? Ya look real bored sittin' here all alone."

Your head turns to the strange man next to you, viridescent eyes matching his raven hair. He crocks his head in question, swirly the liquor inside his hand, scanning your face for an answer.

"Sure, why not", you huff out, taking a sip from your martini. "Watcha got in mind, handsome?" He's right, you are alone. Well, you got ditched, to be exact.

This should've been a cute little date with that guy you've been fancying for a minute, only for him to cancel ten minutes before your agreed meeting.

Trying to lift your spirit, you decided to go inside the bar anyway, whatever the night brings you, they say. You didn't expect that to be a handsome strange, but who are you to complain?

He smirks at that, downing his drink, gaze never wavering. "Truth or dare, hun'?" Placing his glass down onto the bar counter, he chuckles at your answer.

"Truth, huh? Thought ya'd be one to take some risks."

"We'll see", you tease, mimicking his cheeky grin. "So? You can ask me anything, don't hold back."

A chuckle rang your ear, followed be a content hum. "Anything, yeah? Alright then." He places his arm on the counter, head resting in his palm, emerald hues fixated on you.

"Have you ever been fucked by a real man?"

Surprised, you blink, breathing out a laugh in disbelief. "Yeah, fuck do you mean?", you snap back, drowning the rest of the liquor in one go before placing it back onto the wooden table.

He returns your question with a snicker, finger playing with the outline of his glass, "Nah, I don't think yer hear what 'm sayin', sweetie."

"Ya get it now, doll?" The windows of his car are clouded from the hot air, the sinful sound of him, drilling his hips into your ass, continuously filling the small space.

"Fuckin' hell, doll. Sure, ya not a virgin?" His chuckle is cut short by a growl. A sob escapes you at his teasing, hand flying back in an attempt to slow his movements. "'s too much!", you wail, his hand pushing your head further into the leather seat, new arch inviting him even deeper into you.

"Too much? Yer slutty pussy says otherwise, just listen to her." Your hole elicits a crude squelch around his length, causing your eyes to roll behind your skull.

Toji leans down, body now pressed into yours, pushing you further into the seats. A strangled cry comes from your lips, the new position causing your mouth to hang open, drool smearing across the dark seats.

"Awww, already gone dumb on me, pretty?" His rough hand manages to hook onto your clit, relentlessly flicking the poor bud while his hips continue to bruise your insides, his hefty tip nudging against spots you didn't even know existed.

Groaning into the crook of your neck, his brows knit at your walls, snugly clinging to him like a vice. You soon cum with a loud cry, instinctively milking his cock.

"Keep doin' that shit, and I might fall in love." His brave facade cracks after those words, snapping his hips only harder into you, chasing his release, a mixture of moans and groans echoing off the small space.

"F-fuck", he hushes against your neck, sweat adoring the both of you with a glistening essence. "Uh huh, keep squeezin' me like that. Finna fill yer cunny up and plug it right up."

You can only respond with a weak moan, juices forming a sticky ring at his base, dripping down onto the seats. He places a quick kiss to your temple, movement of his hips flattering.

"Yeahhh. Sounds good."

SUKUNA RYOMEN ✦ DARE!

"I dare you to sit still on my lap."

“Y-You’re kidding, right?” You try to brush it off with an awkward laugh, the loud music from the party faintly creaking through the door.

“Do I look like I’m fucking joking to you?” He almost pops a vein, irritated by your answer. His hand pats his clothed thigh once, twice, sharp crimson eyes of his never leaving yours, “You know damn well you want to. So, sit.”

The alarm bells ring inside your head and you mentally slap yourself because, what the hell were you thinking? Just because your friends decided it would be a good idea to lock the both of you inside the bathroom didn't mean you had to give into their playful intentions.

And what the hell was he thinking? Asking you so shamelessly, after your intense breakup two months ago. The vivid memory is still prominent inside your mind but, fuck. His lap just looks so damn inviting.

Sukuna was never one to be good with words. So why not test the waters and find out what his actions lead to?

Biting back a snarky remark, you slowly stroll to where he was seated. Admiring his sitting figure, leaned against the bathroom door, your heart begins to thump inside your chest rapidly.

A big grin showing his canines on display. He's quick to wet his lips with his tongue, eyes watching your every move.

"Why yer all shy now, baby?", his hand finds comfort at the curve of your hip, and you just want to gag at the familiar pet name. "Ain't the first time you sit all pretty on me." He turns your head in search of your eyes.

You're hesitant, clearing your throat as heat bubbles up in your tummy. You could feel his all too familiar rock hard cock, even through your clothes. This close, you examine his handsome features, eyes scanning over his various tattoos, black ink decorating his face.

Sukuna hums in amusement, firmly grinding your hips down onto his erection, groaning at the friction. The hand on your cheek sneaks to the back of your neck, urging your face mere inches from his, "Let's drop the facade, yeah?" His teeth cage your bottom lip swiftly before it plops back into place. "I know pussy 's missed this dick."

Your eyes drop to his lips, every sane thought falling onto deaf ears as you nod mindlessly. "Uh huh."

A victorious smirk plastered onto his handsome face, his fingers tighten around your neck. "There's my girl." He smashes his lips against yours, guiding your hips harder against his, groaning into your mouth.

A lewd cry elicit from your lips once his hand travels upwards and into your shirt, giving your tit a firm squeeze. "Shh, shh, baby. Yer gonna outdo the music", a chuckle erupts from his chest, quickly cut off by your pussy steadily grinding against his covered cock head.

Don't want them to hear yer all slutty for yer exes dick, do ya now?", he teases, his hand abandoning your neck to place a harsh smack against your rear.

Burying your head into his shoulder to hide your moans, you speed up your movements, hazy mind clouded with him, just him. You can feel yourself nearing your release, the knot inside your stomach tightening with each movement of your hips.

"Bet yer pussy 's fuckin drenched." His hair is messy, breathing turning shorter and shorter, greedy hands sneaking into your pants, gripping your naked flesh roughly.

"k-kunaaa! S-so close! 'm gonna c-cummm!" , you whimper, arms wrapped around his neck, adored by black ink. "Yer not gonna do shit, girl." A warning. Sharp eyes boring holes into yours as he halts your hips firmly in his hold.

You whine in protest, in need of any form of relief, desperately attempting to grind your sobbing cunt against him. "p.please. Need it, need you."

Sniggering at you, he captures your lips in another messy kiss, earning a mewl from you as his sharp fangs graze your lips.

"Still the same old needy girl I know." One hand freeing his raging length, aligning it against your exposed tummy, your shirt rode up slightly from his previous assault.

Sukuna smirks. "See that?", he questions, fat cock head easily reaching your belly button, "See how full yer gonna get, baby? Need that, reallll bad, huh?"

He snorts a laugh at your eager nod, drunk off the pleasure. How cute, he thinks to himself. This party didn't turn out that boring after all.

Licking his lips before, he places yet another smack to your ass, urging you to lift your hips. "Then get yer pretty ass to work and remind me how good your pussy feels 'round me."

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svuguru · 15 hours

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stepdad toji being rough with his stepdaughter for the first time because she made him mad and jealous!

Tags: stepcest! Minors and antis DNI! I’m not responsible for the content you do or do not consume!!

Toji always finds his blood boiling when he catches you hanging out with other boys your age, the immature boys who don’t know how to handle a sweet girl like yourself. He really doesn’t know why you’d spend your time hanging out with irresponsible guys like them when you have him, your stepdad, who takes care of you and knows you so well!

Most of the time, Toji knows that it’s just a friendly interaction when you’re talking with a boy, but the thought of his sweet princess even entertaining the idea of being with some other guy just irks him.

However, one evening when your stepdad caught you getting a little too touchy and friendly with another guy, he couldn’t just let it go—no, he had to remind you who’s been protecting you.

“Said ‘m sorry, Daddy!” You whine, clenching the messy bedsheets underneath as Toji pounds you from behind roughly, landing a few smacks on your ass every now and then.

“I know you did,” he grunts, “doesn’t erase what you did with that guy though, does it? No, I don’t think it does.” Toji’s never been this rough with you, so this is new. You know you upset your stepdaddy, but it really wasn’t on purpose…

You sniffle, struggling to take Toji’s thick cock, the stretch overwhelming you especially considering his pace. You know he really doesn’t mean harm, he’s just a bit frustrated. Though he didn’t even bother to undress you when you got home, immediately leading you up to your room and undoing his jeans.

“‘S too much, too much!” You cry, burying your face in your supple pillow which muffled your whimpers.

“I know, just a bit longer,” Toji huffs, “you understand that what you did wasn’t okay? Really hurt my feelings, sweetheart.“

“I know, told you ‘m sorry!” A hiccup falls from your lips, his hips thrusting aggressively and so fast your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Wont happen again, daddy, promise!”

“Pinky promise?” Toji asks as if to mock you, his voice breathy and he’s panting, his fingers digging into the pretty flesh of your hips.

“Uh-huh! *hic* promise, I really do!”

“Mm, I don’t think you do.” Toji teases before landing a slap to your ass. Your stomach ties in knots, butterflies flying around as the head of his cock teases the soft spot inside of you, his veins dragging along your warm walls. “I know ‘s a lot, just a bit longer, okay? Take it for daddy, there we go, that’s right…”

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jaylaxies · 17 hours

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HARD THOUGHT !

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader

cw: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, usage of nicknames.

warning: 18+ content, minors dni

a/n: this was requested by anonnie! i hope you enjoy <3

“Don’t fucking move,” Jungwon groans right against your cunt, sending the vibrations up your spine as he spread your folds with his fingers, caressing your clit teasingly, looking up at you for just a second—his lips wet with his drool and your juices, dripping down his chin, “don’t you dare move, kitten,” he chuckles, his gaze dark as he holds on to your thighs tight enough for it to bruise later.

When you said you needed a release, this is exactly what you had asked for. Exam season stressed you out beyond words, and after the last exam of the subject you hated the most, there was no way you’d act calm, especially when Jungwon came to pick you up, clad in the white button up which was attractive as it is, but he had to go a step further by rolling up his sleeves which did nothing to hide his veiny hands.

“You did so well on your exams, let me reward you now, hm?” He said, eyes focused on finding the perfect spot to park his car, his hand squeezing your thigh wasn’t helping either, a low whine leaving your lips, and even though your eyes were closed, you could clearly feel him smirking as he stopped the car.

“Get in the back,” he whispered.

And that’s how you found yourself all spread out for Jungwon, even in the little room that the backseat provided, he made it all work. With your arched back pressed against the door, you tugged on his hair harder, a growl leaving his mouth with how immersed he was in pushing his tongue inside your hole, his rough thumb pad taking care of your clit in a speed which had your legs feeling weak.

“J—Jungwon,” you whined, causing him to hum and chuckle as he felt your body shaking.

He couldn’t help but dig his fingers in the flesh of your thighs, pushing his face closer to your cunt, as if he wanted to suffocate between your legs.

The sensation coursed through your body, your toes curling as the windows started fogging up with your activities and Jungwon had no intentions to stop, lapping up your cunt as if he’d be waiting ages to do this, to taste you, and somehow, each lick and flick of his tongue on your clit felt more intense than the previous one.

“You did so well, so fucking well, kitten,” he mumbled, hair messy as you kept on moaning louder, chanting his name as your thighs shook and you squirmed, but his hold on you was tight enough for you to stay in your place. He could care less about your cunt dripping all over his car seats, he only had one thing in his mind—your cunt.

It was as if he was addicted to your taste, and he ate you out like he meant it, making sure that your whole body could feel his desperation, your mind numbing as you approached your high, and Jungwon wasn’t going to stop, not even when you were throwing your head back and biting your first to stop your moans.

“Fucking hell, let me hear your moans,” he cussed, slapping your cunt while staring at you with dark eyes—a warning for you to behave. You couldn’t help but listen, somehow moaning even louder than before, trying to grab something, anything, which is why you tugged on his hair again, causing him to suck on your clit while fucking his fingers into your wet cunt, still not stopping.

“Jungwon, please,” you cried out, and he only went harder, using his two fingers and thrusting them into your hole so hard, you felt as if you were seeing stars, your sounds reverberating and your mind blanking out even more as he went on, so fucking needy to have a taste of you, and you knew you were gone the second he curled his fingers in your cunt. The last bit of sanity left your body as you squirmed and squirted all over his fingers while he only chuckled and rubbed your clit with his fingers, loving the sight in front of him, letting you breathe for just a second before asking:

“Ready for round two, kitten?”

#ria:thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha smut #jungwon smit #jungwon hard hours #enhypen scenarios

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lufyuu · 12 hours

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,, Love Quest ''

Background character male reader x Protagonist oc

Tw/s: dub-con at the start, dacryphilia, rough sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds.

In a world where everyone's assigned a role they have to be, you were one of the many unlucky yet common ones to get the role of a background character. One who couldn't even interact with the protagonist if you wanted. The way it works is through the system. There is a system that essentially controls the world. This system can create scenarios, assign roles, etc. This whole world was built by it. Everyone has to obey it, excluding the protagonist themself, that is. Some even say it's possible for the protagonist to control the system itself but, that's just a rumour.

Of course, the role with the most power is the protagonist. Anyone would dream to have that power. To be the protagonist and have everyone fawn for you, throwing themselves at your feet, worshipping your every step. Not only that, his love interest is the best of the best, the prettiest girl you'd ever be able to lay your eyes on, the one you'd never be able to get with if you weren't the protagonist. Just like any other previous protagonist in this world, the current one is an extrovert, River Sterling. He's a perfect guy in every way. He's very well known due to being the protagonist, but also, he is very talented. It's as if there is nothing he can't do. He's even the top 1 on campus. Very rarely is he seen getting anything under an A+. Despite everyone constantly praising him and falling at his feet, he remained humble.

Just like any other day, you enter the building with books in your hands. You had to return these to the professor after borrowing them for a day. No matter how much you studied, you always remained top 2, and because of that, you were annoyed by River. Of course, it's not his fault that he's the protagonist, but you couldn't help but still feel negatively towards him. Going up the many many stairs, you overhear a girl yelling, maybe at a guy? You're not sure what kind of situation it is, but you guess it is a fight between a couple. "You never even spend time with me! Am I not enough!? Destiny binded us together, and yet here you are, doing nothing to please me, your girlfriend!", it sounded like Aria, the protagonist's main love interest. "Aria, well how would I be able to spend time with you when I feel nothing towards you", River says with a nonchalant tone, shocking you a bit, you've never heard him using that tone before. You stop in your tracks, right in front of the door, where you can hear Aria yelling at him. "Y-you...what!?", you can hear Aria say in disbelief. "H-how is that even possible! I'm who you're supposed to be with, I complete you, I'm your other half!", even without being able to see her, you can tell she's tearing up, probably with a red face. Though despite her crying, you don't hear River comforting her. Which is again, very out of character for him.

Next thing you know, you hear a very loud slap accompanied by running sound towards the door. Before you could even react, the door swings white open, a blonde haired girl running out of the room, knocking you down in the process. You stare at the direction she runs to. "Who are you, why did you eavesdrop", you turn back to River, looking down at you, glaring, even. His once gentle eyes seem to be clouded. You don't even recognize him. "[N-Name]", you gulp, you felt as if the man in front of you was going to eat you whole if you said the wrong thing. "[Name]..? I've heard of you, the top 2, right?", he asks in an almost curious but borderline mocking tone. You remain seated on the floor, books scattered everywhere. "Are you not going to explain yourself?", he raises an eyebrow, walking towards you. Taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of there, you quickly grab the books and try to run off, only to have your shirt grabbed by the tall guy.

"Running off are we?", he looks at you with a questiong expression, why would you avoid him, he wont eat you, will he? With the clock ticking, both of you know that soon, this hall will be packed with students, fortunate for you, unfortunate for him. He doesn't want you to go before he can pry some information out of you.

Thinking of a plan, he quickly drags you to the room, shutting the door behind him so you won't be able to run out without him stopping you mid-way. With his hands crossed, he asks you once more, "Why were you eavesdropping?", his tone even more demanding. "I was on my way to the professor's office, I just overheard some things. Can I go now?", you give a quick explanation, wanting to get out of this situation as quick as possible. Though, he wouldn't allow it. "How much did you hear?", "not much, please let me go now," you walk towards the door, turning the door handle only to see it's locked. It shouldn't be. The door can only be locked from the inside, and by the looks of things, River didn't have time to lock the door.

[System: Love Quest]

In order to proceed, please engange in intercourse.

And just as the system suddenly appeared in their face, a percentage bar appeared in the corner of the room and it stood tall, at 0%. With one look, the both of you knew what it wanted. "What the fuck!?", you yell, looking at the window and then at the protagonist who clearly isn't phased. He only sighs, rolling his eyes, as if he was annoyed by this notification. "This shit again", he whispers, loud enough for you to overhear on accident. He's gone through this before..? is what you were thinking. You've almost never gotten a window from the system, let alone one with any sexual themes. If River wasn't shocked, that means it's probably a common occurrence for him.

The two of you stare at one another for an uncomfortable period of time. As if time stopped for a moment. "This is getting real annoying", he says, sighing and stepping towards you. You back away until your back is pressed on the door making you unable to escape as he grabs your chin, lifting it up and looking at you. "You'll make do", he says before pressing his lips onto yours. Out of shock, you try to push him off, wanting to yell at him. How could he, a protagonist, be kissing someone like you? You're what others would perceive as not worthy of being in his presence let alone be kissing him. Yet here you are, getting your mouth explored by the man himself. Your eyes were opened from shock but you closed it after a few seconds, wanting to savour this moment. His hand made its way to your cheek. He was very gentle with both his hand and lips, making you lean into his touch. Before long, you felt as if you were running out of breath, how long can he even kiss you for!? Fortunately for you, he let go of the kiss, panting and trying to catch his breath after that incredible make out session. "We're not done yet", he says, pointing out the elephant in the room which is the percentage bar which still stands tall at 0%, no progress has been made, making the room inaccessible from the outside. The doors being magically locked also kept anyone from getting out before the goal was met. You knew you had no other choice but to do this in order to get out, as much as you were annoyed by the guy as a student, you couldn't deny his charm, the way his eyes looked into yours, the way his grazed his thumb over your lips. Who wouldn't fall head over heels for him? Anyone would die to be you at this very moment.

Without any hesitation, you managed to gather the courage to pull him into another kiss, you could feel him smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated. Moving his hands to your hips, trailling down to your clothed butt. Gropping and fondling it before he eventually unzips your pants, letting them slide down to your ankles. Leaving your bottoms almost bare if not for your briefs covering your private part. "Ahm...agh", the both of you moaned into the intense kiss before letting go. "You're a good kisser", you comment, gasping for air once more. He smirks, "of course, I'm not the protagonist for nothing", he chuckles a bit. You felt hands slipping into your briefs, making its way to your ass, gripping it even more now. He really seems to be enjoying gropping you. You felt his fingers move closer and closer to your hole before he inserts a finger into you, causing you to grip his arms in shock. "A-agh..!", you let out a surprised moan, his finger wiggling around, trying to get your hole to relax a bit, "you're so tense, [Name], loosen up a little", his inserted another finger, making you unable to keep your composure no matter how much you try to.

You feel his fingers thrusting into you, as if trying to get you to cum from his fingers alone. His long and slender fingers were quite deep in you. It wasn't long before he added another finger. And now that three fingers aregoing in and out of your hole, you feel as if you're aboit to reach your climax. You close your eyes, moaning loudly. He took notice to this and immediately stopped his fingers as if knowing you were about to cum. You're now puzzled by his actions, why did he stop? "I don't want you cumming from just my fingers, that wouldn't be fun now would it?", you then hear the sound of pants unzipping, realizing it was from him. He pulled his hard cock out of his briefs. You stared at it for a while before he snapped you back to reality, "eyes up here, angel", he teased, giving you a pet name while he was at it. "What? Have you never seen a cock this big?", you definitely haven't. It wasn't just long, just looking at the girth of it made you shiver a bit, how will that even fit. It was befitting of a protagonist, he's perfect in every way, even in his physical attributes. "Enough staring, angel", he says as he suddenly picks your legs up. You instinctively put your arms around him tightly so you don't end up falling, "hey!", you yell, this wasn't a pleasant surprise, you could've fallen, "relax, you're quite light", he is very strong afterall, he's joined almost every single sport available at this point.

You decide to put your trust in him, he's able to hold you up for over a minute now, there's no way he'll suddenly drop you, that'd ruin the moment on top of you getting hurt. After the shock wore off, you notice something poking at your hole, "hm..?", you let out a hum of confusion, turning your head down only to see his cock at your entrance, wanting to be inside you. "Are you ready to be filled up like you've never had before?", the now cocky-like protagonist asks with a slight chuckle at the end. You nod and immediately feel hus cock thrust up inside of you, almost halfway in already. He grunts at how tight you are despite him having prepared your sweet little hole for his cock beforehand. Trying his best to get his cock all the way into your hole as you moan out in pain and pleasure, "relax why don't you?", he gives a teasing smile. Leaning in for a kiss, he manages to get you to relax and without another word, thrusts the rest of his cock into you, shocking you once more. You accidentally bite his lip in the process, drawing a bit of blood. "Agh!", he pulls back, tapping his finger on his lip and seeing that blood is coming out of the wound. He focuses on you once more, as if signifying he's about to move. You give a slight nod and he starts to thrust in and out of you, slowly and sensually at first. "You're really warm inside", he comments while thrusting into you, looking into your eyes as you manage to keep them open.

After a while of the sensual and slow fucking, he gets tired of it, wanting to thrust into you quicker. And so, he does as he wants. Thrusting into you quicker this time, rougher. You close your eyes and tighten the grip on his upper back, scratching his skin through his shirt. Your moans are no longer considered quiet, you're full on moaning your head out. That was before you realized the bell had rung, students were on their way to class and they'd pass by this specific room. You bite your lip in order to muffle out the moans, keeping it somewhat quiet in order to not get caught. River on the other hand, didn't like this one bit. He wants to hear your delicious and sweet moans, you should let them out for him to hear. "Stop biting your lip, angel, let me hear you", something in his voice made you want to obey his words, and for some reason, you find yourself no longer biting your lip, now you're just letting it all out, moaning and crying out for him.

The faster he went, the more you felt like you were about to reach your climax. He also seemed to be close. The both of you sweating, moaning, grunting. "I'm, agh, gonna cum...!", he says as he shoots his load all in you, coating your inner walls with his seed, some even dripping out. At that moment, you also came, releasing your juice all over your stomach. With the two of you now panting and gasping for air, River carries you to a nearby table, letting the two of you rest for a while. Just then, the door swings wide open, "Who the fuck was making all that noise!?", a teacher yells into the room, seemingly staring straight at them. The teacher looks around in confusion, "huh...I was so sure there was someone here...", He then turns his heels and walks back out, closing the doors on his way. You who were covering your face due to this, looked in the direction the teacher was in confusion, "did..he not see us..?", you ask River, to which he replies, "the system did that, probably", as if the system heard the man, it dings and the both of you turn your heads towards the bar of percentage now sitting at a solid 30%, "huh? 30%?", you say out loud in even more confusion, "it wants us to have sex and get it up to 100%", River says without missing a beat, "ready for round two?"

———

"Agh..! To..oo big, ahghh...", you try to say in-between moans, overstimulated by his cock and the way he bites your nipples. "You're taking me so well", at least he's enjoying it, a lot. You even wonder if he has an infinite stamina, but of course your thoughts were drowned by the time he came in you for the third time. How many rounds has it even been? The bar has been stuck at 99% for so long, when will this end..You're so overstimulated at this point, River's cock has been relentlessly fucking you dumb. You can't even think anymore, nor can you let out any coherent words. It's been at least a couple of hours since the both of you started this, why hasn't it ended. Your cheeks are wet, wet from the tears which had been and are still rolling down your face. He loves witnessing your debauchery. Your clothes have been discarded to the side by now, you don't know where but they're on the floor somewhere. His thrusts get faster and faster, you didn't even know he could go this fast but here he is, fucking you with inhuman speed. "C'mon..ah..come with me, my angel...agh", he moans and grunts while saying this. Then his thrusts stop and you feel even more liquid filling your already over-filled hole, making it impossible to be kept inside and most of it dripping out your hole and onto the floor which has a pool of both yours and his cum. At that very moment, you feel your whole body give out as your vision blurs until you eventually black out.

———

What happened in the room stayed in the room. Your life went on as usual, the normal schedule. Though, one thing has definitely changed. That is the fact that you are now dating the protagonist despite still having the role of a 'background character' . Everyone was shocked but learned to accept it. Who are they to defy the protagonist's wishes? One person in particular wasn't happy about this. None other than his ex, Aria. Everyone saw that coming from a mile away, though, so nobody paid her any mind. After that, River took any and every class you took. Science? You'd see him sit there with an empty seat next to him, looking up at you and asking with a big smile, "come! Sit here, angel!", while patting the seat next to him to signal for you to sit. PE? He'd always get you into his team no matter what. No matter how bad the other team wanted you on theirs, they'd never have you as you now belong to River. Being in the same class as you had its advantages. That is, being able to fuck you in class without anyone noticing. To be frank, the both of you found it out on accident. It was during class when the both of you got a new love quest. You thought of leaving the class to finish but the system didn't let you. It wanted the both of you to do it at that very moment. When he took the initiative and pulled your shirt up to bite your nipples, not a single student nor the teacher had any reaction, it was as if the both of you were protected by an invisible bubble that allowed the quest to take place. That, combined with the fact the teacher couldn't see the both of you the first time, confirmed your suspicions that they were indeed unable to see you.

From that day forward, the two of you almost always got a love quest every single day of school. The session would last at least 2 hours, leaving both of you a hot sweaty mess once it was over and done with. You'd always be embarrassed and extra tight during these. The way you felt eyes on you, it was as if they could see you, but in reality, they really can't. You'd tighten up at the thought of them watching you, making River grunt even more due to your tightness. He'd smirk and ram even harder into you once this happens. "Naughty boy, you get off to the thought of people watching, huh?", he'd always tease you. These love quests would be random, though. Despite it happening every day, the two of you could never predict when it'd occur. It could be very early in the morning, in class, or even during an activity. It was always random, so why would you always see River getting hard even before the love quest appear...? It's probably nothing. You're just paranoid.

☆☆☆☆☆

Apologies for the wait. My schedule's been real hectic lately. This is not proofread, so please excuse the probably many mistakes/typos!

I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any questions/reqs, please do send them my way!<3

#male reader #oc x reader #lgbtq #gay #x male reader #oc x male reader #oc #top male character #bottom male reader #oc smut #「 by the hands of xin 」#Xin's River Sterling ☆

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misslovasstuff · 17 hours

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Zoro likes having you against the wall.

“ahhh, fuck… - you whimper, feeling him entering you. Having your hands around his neck, you pull him nearer as you close your eyes shut. - Zoro…”

“more… - his voice shakes, raising his eyes up to gaze at yours. - … open your legs more for me.”

you nod, doing what he said. Your back is pressed against the wall as your grip on his shoulder tightens.

“Good girl, just like that.” - he grins, letting himself fully in you as he groans in your ear, hands holding your thighs from below, gripping tightly into your flesh as he starts thrusting in and out slowly.

“mhm y-yes… - you moan, running your fingers through his hair, pulling them slightly. - … I love this so much…”

Zoro smirks under his breath, drowning his face on your neck, giving you kisses, bites and marks that you so loved tracing later on with your fingers while blushing.

Your moans are a delight for him and you biting his ear and running your hands all over his back made his thrusts go faster and deeper.

“Z-Zoro… ahh…” - you call out his name breathily, nails digging into his skin.

“yes baby…keep those pretty noises going…do that for me…” - Zoro had to pause in between speaking, sighing heavily with each thrusts that went deeper through your walls and had his cock wrapped all good.

“…I’d do everything for you…” - this gentle and loving statement from you makes the swordsman loosen the grip on your thighs, slow the pace and lean his chest closer to yours. He gazes at you, eyes now fixated at your lips.

“if you keep saying these things to me… - he gives a peck, his hot breath hitting your skin. - … you’ll make me fall in love with you.”

His words catch you off guard but there’s no time to process it as he kisses you with a passion like never before. Zoro’s lips are soft and dry, and his tongue finds and plays with yours so naturally.

When he breaks the kiss, Zoro bites and pulls your lower lip, now fastening the face of the thrusts as he raises one of your legs over his shoulder, the new position making it so hard for both of you not to moan and cuss under your breaths of how good it feels.

“Zoro! Love, please I’m gonna-!” - your hands rest on his wide chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat as you try to last a bit longer. You feel one hand of his groping your ass strongly as he leans in to whisper in your ear:

“Cum for me, - he slaps it, pulling you even closer as his thrusts become stronger. - , cum like the good girl you are.”

“ahhh, f-fuck, you’re so…” - a loud groan escapes your mouth, closing your eyes and kissing him as you moan without restraint in his mouth. You could feel his smirk and by opening your eyes, you prove yourself right.

he’s so cocky but so fucking good at this.

#one piece #zoro smut #roanoa zoro #zoro x reader #op zoro #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa #zoro #zoro x you #one piece smut #one piece x you #one piece x reader

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monsterfuckerconfessions · 2 days

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Tagging for: Too Big Insertion, Blood (from claws), Dubiously Consensual Turning, Knotting

I want to be pinned down by a werewolf while they force their dick in me, it's already a little too big, even before the knot starts inflating.

Maybe I try and reach down to grab the knot in my hands to help them get off without getting the knot in me, or at least get the knot big enough they won't be able to get it in.

But that just gets them more worked up as they grab my legs and forcing them over my head, claws cutting little lines into my thighs, blood running trickling from them.

Maybe I try and tell them it won't fit, but they're already too lost to lust and moon madness, and I haven't given a stop signal yet, so they just keep grinding their knot against me, desperate to fit, putting more and more weight into their thrusts.

I can feel my lips straining under the assault, the knot stretching me bit by bit, and gods it hurts good, but I know that it's gonna do real damage if they really tie me, so I try and push them off, slapping their shoulder twice as I do.

It takes a moment for them to notice, stopping with the widest part of their knot stuck between my lips, golden eyes boring into mine as they slowly ease back, pulling inch after inch free until I'm completely empty.

I take a moment to recover, legs shaking as I try to stretch them out, until they take notice of the blood on my thighs, gently taking them in hand as their tongue cleans me with long, steady strokes, pulling a quiet moan from my lips.

By the time they finish with my wounds, I'm bucking my hips in their grip, desperate for more, then moaning as their tongue laps at my tender lips, my hands darting to grab at their ruff for some sort of control as I cum, legs wrapping around their neck and burying their face in my slit.

It doesn't take too long for them to pull free after my orgasm stops, gently rolling me over and lifting my hips before climbing on top, slowly grinding their cock against me. Their jaws tenderly wrap around my shoulder as they line themselves up, tip just barely lodged between my lips, before slowly sinking their cock to the knot with three long, slow strokes.

I feel the tension in their jaws, the urge to bite down, so strong with my blood and cum in their jaws. It was risky earlier, licking my wounds clean, but a proper bite... we'd talked about it before.

They didn't want to.

Hadn't, I guess.

Fangs sink into the meat of my shoulder, gently chewing, then not so gently, as their hips start to move, their knot slamming into my entrance as the full moon reaches into my soul.

The knot slips in, some combination of having shrunk in it's time out of me, the addition work stretching me out with their tongue, and my slowly unfolding transition finally allowing it inside, when it quickly grows larger, locking it inside as it swells past the size of a cantaloupe, a shriek leaving my lungs as it's growth forces the air from them.

I feel my pelvis creak, and for a moment, I'm afraid I really will break, but one more soft thrust slips the knot fully past it, and then their hands are on me, one rubbing at the hard ridge just visible in my otherwise soft belly, the other groping my breast.

Their heartbeat echoes harder in my ears than my own as my transformation continues, fur spreading down my back as my bones shift shape and position, extra teeth overfilling my jaws before my face stretches outwards to give them room.

As I grow larger, they start to get more aggressive, forced to adjust their grip, and thrusting as much as the knot will allow.

Uh, sorry, kind of running out of steam here, but like, I'm sure you get the picture.

#monsterfucker confessions

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somnambulic-thing · 3 days

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Hi Sweetheart

Eddie Munson x gn!reader E 18+ || ao3

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This is a follow-up to Smoke and Cherry Pop Rocks taking place exactly one year after their first night together.

There is a 400ish word blurb preceding this that isn’t totally necessary to read, but will give a little more context and make this pull on your insides a little more.

CW ||demi!bi!Eddie, Roadie!Eddie, letter format: Eddie pov, angst, intense heartache, regrets, grief, mentions of sex with other people (no cheating), self-exploration, painful introspection, growing pains||

Hi Sweetheart

Do you know what day it is? Do you remember?

I’m watching the sun’s descent while having a smoke and I remember everything.

It’s been a year now, one full fucking year, and the memories of you still haunt me I remember every little thing from the moment you walked out of the sinking sun like straight out of my daydreams.

It felt like the ground was shaking beneath me but I think it was just my heart dropping through my ass at the sight of you.

I never told you that I had been thinking about you that very moment, asking myself what the fuck I did wrong to make you say goodbye to me like that. With so much determination.

And I am not just talking graduation day, oooh no, I’m talking all the fucking time. Every time we hung out after I fixed your bike, when you left, you left me with something that felt like a small break-up. Like the end of something that never had a chance to really be something.

And I just couldn’t figure out why. Nothing made sense and the idea of asking scared the shit out of me because you never gave me the feeling of not being good enough and I was afraid to be proven wrong about that.

So I was lying there on the deck in a nice warm pool of self-pity, rewinding the moment you vanished from my sight for the last time but in my mind, I pressed stop right before you could get away. And through the power of my imagination, you spun around and came back to me but before daydream-Eddie could say anything to daydream-you, real-you appeared out of fucking nowhere.

Felt a little like fate, if I’m totally honest.

And you know what? Instead of rejoicing with delight that I somehow managed to conjure you up out of dry, dusty air, I was terrified. Because I had enough of your goodbyes, all I thought I could take. Because in my mind, there was no scenario that wouldn’t end with me, alone in bed with a rock for a stomach after you left again.

Wondering why you just didn’t fucking want me when I was so sure we had something between us. (and oh wasn’t I right about that?)

Fuck.

And then you ramble and ramble, confusing the shit out of me before you ask me for a kiss?

Fuuuuck.

So yeah, I remember all of it. Remember the look on your face after that first kiss, so sweet and hot and in awe from k i s s i n g ME. I could feel my heart crawl up my throat with the intent of crawling down yours, using that moment to vanish between your pretty parted lips so that you had no way of walking away from me again. I remember feeling so high.

Fuck.

This sunset looks the same as ours, by the way. Just another cosmic cruelty.

Because now, when I watch a sunset like this, I either get sad or hard. Right now, there’s a bit of both going on. Who am I kidding? Why hold back? It’s not like I’m actually going to send this letter. It’s another one for ‘the box’. I’m so fucking sad right now, sweetheart. Heartbroken, actually.

Because you won’t leave my mind. Your fingertips won’t leave my skin. I try to remember your voice all the time so it won’t fade from my memory the way your smell has left me. Replay the way you say my name when I make you laugh or cry or moan.

I called a girl by your name last month. Was sure she was going to slap me but the pity in her eyes when she put her clothes back on did the trick just as well.

I don’t think I’m particularly made for that one-night stand business. Am more of a ‘books, drugs and rock'n'roll’ guy. My crew says, it’s because I am still sulking about you, because I am idolizing you, turning you into a goddess and maybe they are right, I don’t fucking know, never been so in love before, have I?

But it doesn’t feel like they are right.

I can’t describe it, really. It’s not like it’s bad or disgusting or whatever (the sex, I mean, in case that wasn’t clear) it just feels. Not right.

Yeah yeah I am so not sending this one, so I might as well…

Felix suggested (I told you about Felix on the phone, remember? We started the roadie adventure at the same time. He's hilarious.) I might swing the other way. He also offered himself to test that theory a few weeks ago and he’s cute and a good guy, so turns out I might swing both ways and it was kinda nice, no it was nice, but it still didn’t feel right.

So Felix suggested to stop thinking about it for a while and clear my head.

As this document and all the others recently tucked away in ‘the box’ can testify, it’s not going too well.

I hate thinking about you with other people and I hate thinking that there’s a possibility that you’re as miserable about this as I am but I also can’t stand the thought that you’re not thinking about me anymore. That you don’t miss me.

Can still hear you cry through the shitty sticky plastic receiver of that gas station pay phone and I hate that the last time I heard your voice it sounded so hollow and so small. Like I was calling you from Saturn and fuck me if it didn’t feel that way too.

And that is the whole gigantic fucking problem, isn’t it? That I’m not ready to come back to earth. That I love being on a new planet every other day with all those strange fucking aliens where I belong more than I ever did in the town I grew up in. I’m not reliable right now and no matter how much you told me it was okay that I called two days late or whatever it was I had to disappoint you with. It wasn’t. Wasn’t okay at all.

I’m glad you admitted as much when I called you to say goodbye.

It’s been seven months, one week and five days since that day. But it feels like forever. Remember I told you one day on the road can feel like three?

So much has happened in that year, so many new loud, bright, wild memories and still… You haven’t faded yet against any of them. I am blessed and cursed with the most vivid visions of you, just have to close my eyes to see you climbing on top of me, naked and sweaty and glorious. I just wish I could feel your palms on my chest pushing me back into the mattress. Your nails leaving little marks and

Fucking stop it, Eddie!!! Gonna end up crying with a boner…

Don’t want you to think it’s just about the fucking. It’s not. It’s just… with the date and all.

Fuck. We could have celebrated one year today.

I am playing with the thought of calling you, to ask you to try this long-distance thing (this constantly shifting distance thing) again. I almost called you before I picked up the pen. Am still thinking about calling you. Maybe after I am done getting all the fucking whining out of my system. I hope that’ll be soon, my hand is already cramping.

But it’s been months. More than half a year. I can’t just fucking call you like that, can I?

Wayne told me your mom told him you’ve been seeing someone.

He didn’t tell me more, despite me begging, despite knowing that I knew he knew more because I know that man and can tell when he’s trying to protect me.

What kind of a fucking asshole does it make me that I want to call you anyway? More, even?

That kind of asshole that found solace in the vision of knocking on your door one day, when I’m done with the circus, setting sun in my back and that stupid smile on my face you find so irresistible for reasons I can not comprehend.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

I just want to talk to you, wanna know how you are, what you're up to and

fuck I miss you.

I miss you and you're seeing someone and my chest aches like my heart did crawl down your throat a year ago and now has to watch you fuck a stranger being with someone else and I fucking did this to myself. And to you. To us.

And I want to take it back. I want you back. I want the privilege to call you at weird fucking times to have access to your thoughts again and tell you mine because there is so much left to say and make plans and make you horny and

I want to know

I thought of taking time off. Pulling a: I was in town and thought we could catch up. But I bet you'd know the truth as soon as the lie leaves my mouth. I’d like to think I could play it cool when seeing you again, you know, but the way I feel right now, it would be a miracle if I could suppress the urge to just launch myself at you.

I want to know if the guy you're seeing treats you right and feed him to a Fell Beast if he doesn't. Piece by agonizing piece.

How long has this been going on? Long enough to push out memories of me? Or were those already faded when you met him? Do you compare him to me sometimes and am I doing good?

You know, there are whole days where I don’t think about you. I had a full month where I was sure I was getting over it, when we transitioned between bands and I had to get used to a different drill, different equipment, new people and all that every-day-roadie-shit.

Some days I want to smack my head to get you out of there. Smack it real hard to make sure that nothing stays behind so that you can’t slowly grow back into the cracks of my mind like weeds until I can’t see where I’m going.

I really only had you for two weeks and I am acting like we were married for two decades.

But what an outlook…

Sweetheart, is there a word for grieving things I never had?

The sun is gone now, by the way. I think I should leave my hiding spot and go back to my crew before they send a search party.

I bet you’d like the guys.

If I still want to call you tomorrow, I will.

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angelofsmalldeaath · 2 days

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i'm starving, darling, let me put my lips to something — a.h.b.

cw: this is just...smut — semi-public sex, choking... minors dni i am so serious

“here?” i gasp, burning, panting. the rock solid wall digs into my back, exhilaration courses through my veins.

“here,” he smiles, wicked and delightful in the faint light of the streetlamp.

it’s a shitty alley for christ’s sake—in fact, i’m sure i saw a rat scurrying past us just a few seconds ago—but right now, in this moment when i feel his fingers trailing up my thigh, everything else simply fades away.

“do you want this?” he breathes, lips attached to my neck, shivering when i touch him.

i nod instantly. “you? always.”

“no,” he laughs. it’s a low, deep sound that echoes around in my skull, “us, here. anyone can walk in, you know?”

“that’s half the thrill,” i tease, begging him to kiss me again.

“yeah?” he challenges, teeth grazing my neck, just a smidge of pressure on my pulse point until it’s wild and thunderous and echoing throughout my entire body.

i slap his chest lightly, “tease!”

and he laughs when i have to stand on the very tips of my toes and hold onto him just so i won’t lose my balance. it doesn’t take him much longer though, just when i’m about to stumble, he grabs my face, keeping me still so he can kiss me properly—the kind that knocks the breath out of my chest when he grazes my bottom lip with his teeth, the kind that has me leaning against him entirely for balance when my knees almost buck under me.

the kind that makes me moan in his mouth, until he’s pulling my leg up, my thigh pressed against his waist and his hands under my ass.

“when did you get so dirty, darling?” he teases, digs his fingers into my skin, and i squirm, wishing he’d get rid of all the layers between us. wishing he’d fuck me till all i remember is his name.

till i suddenly find god in the alley behind the bar.

i grind my hips into his, gasping when i feel him against me, “saw how you looked at me in there. couldn’t stop the thoughts after that…”

“is that right?” he whispers, hands reaching into my hair until his fingers are tangled in the tresses. i hiss when the sting comes, when he tugs on my hair to tilt my face up, and i have no choice but to look right at him, at his almost-black, hungry eyes that look ready to devour me.

he looks ready to devour me, like a man starving.

“touch me,” i whimper, grab his hand and move it up my thigh until his finger is hooked in the waistband of my underwear. he stills, and looks at me with a grin.

“beg for it.”

“wha—”

“got a filthy mouth on you, haven’t you?” he whispers right into my ear, nips my earlobe while he’s at it and i moan just from that. “tell me your thoughts. tell me everything you thought about me in there.”

i whimper, thumb the zipper of his jeans until it’s half open. “everything?”

“everything. i won’t do it until you ask for it. until you beg for it.”

“thought about your hands,” i breathe, pull down his zipper the rest of the way and hook my fingers in his belt buckle. “saw your hand around the glass and wondered how it would look around my neck…”

“like this?” he asks, voice almost a growl, and wraps a hand around my neck. it’s warm, i feel every bit of callused skin on me, feel his fingers pressing down on the sides of my neck until the air thins.

i choke out a yes, trying and failing to focus on his belt-buckle, utterly dizzy from everything—the lack of air, his body against mine. him.

“what else?” he prompts.

heat coils in my belly when i think of the rest. “t-thought about your fingers too, on me, in me, everywhere.”

if he speaks, the words don’t register. they don’t even fall on my ears. all i feel is his fingers, snaking their way inside my underwear—moving, touching, teasing, anywhere but where i want to feel him. “like this?” he tsks, laughs when i whine in protest.

“you know it’s not.”

“ooh, feisty.”

this time when i kiss him, i make sure to bite. he hisses in my mouth, enjoying the sting a little too much, and i take advantage of his distraction. “like that,” i moan in his mouth and grab his hand, pushing a finger inside me and slipping my own finger in right after. i hold his hand in place and look him right in the eyes.

they look pitch black, blown out wide and so dark, it sends a thrill down my spine.

he presses on my neck again, more and more and more until i’m close to a blackout and grinding on his hand. my finger slips out of me, he instantly pushes in another to replace it, to stretch me out more.

“please d-don’t stop,” i beg, moving my hips faster and faster, matching the thrust of his fingers, “i’ll die if you stop.”

my voice is raspy and rough, like i’ve been screaming his name for hours. and maybe i have been; he certain looks like i have been—fucked out and utterly undone.

“won’t” he promises, and moves his hand faster, thumb circling my clit, “you’ve been so good, darling, so fucking perfect!”

“ohgodohgodohgod,” i chant like a blind devotee, drunk on him, pathetic and desperate.

“that’s it,” he groans when i clench around his fingers, “that’s it baby, give me all you got. look at me,” he says. no…it’s almost an order, “look at me when you cum.”

instinctually, i open my eyes, look right at him. he loosens his hold around my throat, and just like that the air is flooding into my lungs all at once—too much, too much, overwhelming until i cry out his name and cum all over his hand.

our pants echo in my ear, barely even audible over the rushing blood.

“fuck—” he chokes, utterly speechless. i feel no different.

instead, when he pulls his hand out, i take a hold of it, place it in my mouth. he makes a sound at the back of his throat—a choked moan like he can’t take it anymore. the moan frees itself when i swirl my tongue around his fingers, licking every inch of them, sucking them clean.

“you’ll be the death of me,” he groans, “fuck darling.”

only when i let go of his fingers do i smile at him—the same wicked smile he’d shown me before, the same devilish grin.

“your turn now,” i kiss him, make sure he tastes me on my tongue. “tell me what you want. beg for it.”

and in the alley behind the bar, i get on my knees.

a/n: idk why i feel the need to explain myself but i do — this was so much harder to write dear god, lets all collectively agree to ignore this if this is bad. anyway back to sappy fluff from now on (for a while at least)(unless inspiration strikes idfk)

#you do not know how many times i contemplated pressing ctrl a delete 🥲#hozier x reader #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier smut #writeblr #writblr #writers on tumblr #no minors #minors do not interact #minors dni

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knmaskitten · 2 days

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Nonsense ˚⊹♡

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru/ afab!reader.

Summary: Based on Sabrina Carpenter's espresso and nonsense. You met Oikawa Tooru at a bar in Argentina, Oikawa has always been the type of guy to have hundrends of women thrown at him but this encounter was different because this time he wanted to throw himself at you.

warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. A lot of slapping. Oral f and m recieving. Fingering. Very badly written smut. Use of spanish. Hair pulling. not pulling out. Mentions of the pill. Unprotected P in V. Not rough but also not vanilla?. No use of y/n. No physical descriptions of reader. Lots of badly written banter. CRINGE.

notes: I love writing about oikawa he is a little piece of shit and I love him! this fic was not proof read as I would fucking cringe doing so. English is not my main language so I apologize for any bad grammar. As always my AO3 is here.

wc: 3,240.

minors DNI. +18 only

You were sitting alone on a stool at a very crowded bar. You could hear the different chatter intertwine as you were waiting for your friend Luciana to arrive. Today it was girls’ night, so, of course, you decided to dress up a little more nicely than you usually do. Your pick for today was a very tight bodycon black dress with a squared neckline that, well, did wonders for your entire body. You decided not to mess with your hair, as it naturally framed your face beautifully and gave your face a sort of brightness.

You felt your phone buzz; it was a text from your friend: “Lo siento, nena. Voy algo tarde” (I’m sorry, baby. I’m a little bit late) you read on the screen of your phone. You sighed. Part of you knew how tardy Luciana liked to be and, moreso, allowed herself to be. This wasn’t really a surprise to you, nor did it anger you; you just limited yourself to resigning to this. Today was going to be a good day, you told yourself, and no tardiness was going to disturb your mindset today.

When the bartender passed you your mojito (which you ordered extra sweet), you drank up, dark red lipstick staining the glass as it left your lips. You swirled the ice around and left it at the table as you saw a dark brown-haired guy approach the seat next to yours. This made you skeptical, as you saw through his real intentions.

“No sé si vos sabés, pero ese asiento está ocupado” (I don’t know if you know, but that seat is taken), you said with parsimony, waiting for him to move. He looked foreign to you, and something in his aura made you feel weirdly interested in him. You analyzed his eyes, which were brown, seductive, and had a playful hint behind them.

“¿Por quién? No veo a nadie, pretty lady.” (By who? I don't see anyone), he said playfully, the last part forcefully in his home language, like he was challenging you. And you were so not having his shit, who does he think he was?

"Look, pretty boy, I’m not really playing around here.” You said it in a low tone, matching his language, which you knew, and you were glad that you took those extra classes in college all for this weird moment.

“Do you want to share a drink or something?” He put both hands up, tacitly asking for a truce between you and him.

You actually thought about his offer; he was good-looking, very good-looking, like the type of guy you could be pining for, and he could never be interested in you. And you could not believe he was hitting on you, of all people. You were having a hard time deciding between girls’ night or going home with this stranger, but you had a strong resolve. You promised Luciana this.

And well, it wasn’t like guys didn’t hit on you, but not these types of guys, not guys that looked toned and heaven-like. And you didn’t want anything to do with him; it was too weird for you. But also, it was sweet to think that he was flirting with you (in a very weird manner).

“Do I look like I want a drink?” You spat, arching your brow. “And you look very young. ¿Qué edad tienes cielito? ¿Seguro que puedes venir a estos lugares?” (How old are you, honey? Are you sure you can come to these places?)

He looked annoyed at this, like you touched a very sensitive fiber on him. He replied, gritting his teeth:

“Tengo 24 querida” (I’m 24, dear)

“I could swear you were younger.”You laughed at this clearly mocking him. You know, you might as well have some fun while Luciana arrived, you do love the idea of men wrapped around your finger. So you did what you thought was best; you moved you hair out of the way and leaned in, cleary with intentions of showing your cleavage. You gave him a half-lidded look:

“You shouldn’t get lost in these kind of places, you might get a very unpleasant surprise.” You shrugged then took a sip of your drink.

“Like you?” He sarcastically replied, getting closer as well. He should not be getting any ideas, you were the one leading this conversation not him. You had power, he had his looks only.

“Believe me I’m not the unpleasant one here”

The vanilla perfume you wore today had him on a whirl, he felt like never before. You were one of the first girls that did not want to throw themselves at him and it was killing his ego. You looked wonderfull in your dress and he could be drooling over it. You looked like someone who might turn him down and that was so exciting for him, a kind of feeling at the pit of his stomach bubbled at the thought.

“I’m Oikawa Tooru” he stated, almost fiercely, as if he wanted you to tattoo this information on your head.

“Mmm…Oikawa…Tooru…Ah! you play on the San Juan don’t you?” You loved volleyball, since you were little. You nevere pursued a career on it but you practiced often and you had muscles thanks to it.

“You…know me? And you don’t want me?” He bluntly said in disbielef. You knew him, and you didn’t drool over him. That was a stabbing right to his ego, it hurted like hell.

“Why would I? You’re just a guy”

“Eh! Just a guy?” You were definitely killing him, tearing his ego one by one.

“Why, can’t stand rejection?” You giggled, clearly mocking him.

“Is that your way or rejecting me?”

“Perhaps.”

“Well I don’t really think so, cielito.”

Before you could reply your phone rang, and Luciana’s number was shown on the screen alongside a picture of the two of you together. You were sticking out your tongue while she gave you bunny ears with two of her fingers. You thought the worst; you knew something was up.

“Pelotuda, no me jodas que te pasó algo.” (Motherfucker, don’t tell me something happened to you.) You said it rapidly as you picked up the phone, omitting the hello.

“Mira, nena, la verdad es que estoy acá y no te veo en ningún lado.” (Look, babe, the truth is, im here and I don’t see you anywhere.)

“Boluda…No me digas que te equivocaste de bar.” (Idiot, don’t tell me you got the bar wrong.)

“Era el bar María, ¿No?” (It was the María bar, right?)

“¡No!, era el Alfredo’s” (No! it was Alfredo's.) You hissed angrily.

You had it sometimes with Luciana; she was your best friend but that didnt mean you had to agree to everything she did. This was one of those days, and honestly? fuck it. You stood up, furiously placing some argentinian pesos on top of the table and standing from your stool. You were hearing a series of apologetic words on the other line that came like a current towards your ear. You were not having it.

“Luciana, silencio. No quiero escuchar más; dejamos la salida para otro día, boluda.” (Luciana, silence. I don’t want to hear it anymore; we will leave it for another day, idiot.)

And with that, you hung up, not really wanting to hear Luciana’s response. You picked up your black purse and fixed your hair. As you were walking out, you turned on your heels. Filled with determination, you walked towards a very confused Oikawa. You placed your hand on top of his and led him out of the bar with you, and he happily obliged without saying a word.

Oikawa and you did not exchange words on the way to your apartment. It was a very comfortable silence. He had his hand on top of your thigh, applying a little bit of pressure every so often. You liked it; you liked how he felt all mushy for you and how he was trembling so slightly with desire. You could feel how he bubbled with the same intensity as you did.

When you arrive at your apartment, both of you stay quiet and still on the doorway, first admiring your dimly lit living room and secondly thinking of what the hell to do. Oikawa knew this routine very well; he was a girls’ boy at the end of the day, and he had his fun often. But you clouded his judgment, and he wasn’t really able to dictate what to do as he usually did.

You grew tired of the indecision on his part and rolled your eyes. You clearly didn’t give a fuck about anything right now (and perhaps usually), and this brief moment of silence was appeasing the feeling in your lower belly, and you didn’t want that. So, you did what every girl in your place would do: you took him by the collar and crashed your lips together.

It started as a clumsy kiss, and it evolved into something more complicated, intense, and hungry. Your hands were exploring his hair as he hugged you by your hips. You knew he was tall, and you thanked your shoes for giving you a lot more height than you had because it would have been harder to do this if it weren’t for it. He stopped kissing you for a moment, breathing heavily.

“Can I touch you?”

“Do it.” You demanded.

He resumed the kiss, now guiding it. He started by grabbing your ass and squishing it hard, then slapping it, to which you let out a small whimper in between kisses. He definitely liked your ass because he groped it several times. His hands then wandered towards your hips, where he squished your sides. You liked it—how strong his hands were, how extremely feral you knew he could be.

“Do not restrain yourself. Don’t you dare, Oikawa.”

And so he didn’t. He turned you around and bent you on top of your kitchen counter, giving you a hard, dull slap on your ass. Your tits sprung out of your dress, getting hard when they hit the cold surface, and you shut your eyes, biting your lip. He started generating friction between his crotch and your ass, and you could feel him. You felt how big he was and how much he needed to eat you up.

His hands went to your hair, pulling you up; your back was arched, and your ass was glued in place to his erection. You allowed yourself to be; you really needed to blow some stress out, and this looked like the perfect opportunity, so you did what you needed to do and what you knew was going to feel freeing. You moaned loudly and clearly. He seemed to briefly stop what he was about to do when he heard you, spellbound.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to, huh?” He said it in your neck, his warm breath hitting your cold skin. The hairs on your skin sprung up.

It was May, and the coldness could be felt throughout the region already, so it was so comforting how he held you because he exuded a certain kind of dangerous warmth, the intoxicating kind. You wanted to be filled with it. And tacitly obliging to your wishes, he took both your breasts in his hands and started playing with them.

“How dare you. Driving me crazy with this little black dress of yours”

He pinched one of your nipples, erecting a moan out of your throat. He also started biting your neck, leaving hard hickeys (that were definitely going to leave a mark), licks and bites, hard bites, praising you for your noises. His other hand found the hem of your dress, impatiently playing with it as his head grew lighter with lust.

“Undress me.”

You always were one to demand, and you loved how he followed your orders without hesitation. He turned you around and lifted you up; you were facing him, and your core was against his crotch, creating a blissfully good friction. You were growing wetter by the minute, and you knew you were going to start to get extremely needy if he didn’t hurry.

“Shit, sorry. Which one is the door to your room?”

“The one to the right.” you giggled, out of breath.

He placed you gently on the bed, then, without hesitation, took out your dress, leaving you in your underwear. You definitely felt exposed, but you were not going to allow yourself to cower in this moment.

“Enjoying the view?”

Oikawa was never a guy to stick with someone for a long period of time; he would rather be alone but have fun and, in all of his conquests, he was never this head over heels for someone. He saw you at the bar, and some kind of dream came true for him. You were beautiful; you made him want to keep looking, keep digging, and know as much about you as possible. And he met you an hour ago!

“I’m going to make you learn my name tonight.” he bluntly stated.

“Oikawa…”

“Moan it.”

And as he said that, he pushed himself on top of you and started sucking on one of your nipples, nibbling and licking as well. You were on extasis; it felt so incredibly good to have an experienced mouth working so intensely on your pleasure. And while doing so, one of his hands travelled down to your panties, feeling the wet spot you were leaving.

“You’re such a brat with me, while your pussy fucking cries for me.”

Oh, my god.

He started to rub slow circles on the spot where your clit should be. You let out small crying whimpers. You felt so impatient; you wanted him to rip your underwear and fucking touch you, to end this misery and let you have what you needed the right way. You could feel how experienced he was, looking at you half-lidded with his hazel brown eyes. He started to slide down your panties, painfully slow, until your core was fully exposed to him.

What he did then surprised you: he slapped you directly on your clit and you arched your back at this, moaning. He seemed cocky as he watched you squirm under his touch, he wanted more of this, so much more. So he did what he knew you were going to love. He spread you out (until your legs felt that muscular pain of stretching) and buried his face between your legs.

His tongue was the first thing you felt, eating you like you were this man’s last meal on earth. He sucked on your clit and applied preassure to it while also fucking you with his tongue. He helped by introducing one finger inside you and pumping it in and out. You were a loud mess; you could feel how he touched you as every nerve in your body was alert and crisped up. His sole finger made you feel like you were so freaking close to your orgasm, and then he flicked on your clitoris, the overstimulation filling you up.

He introduced a second finger, increasing his pace as he tried to reach your g spot (which he succeeded in).

“Tooru.” You moaned loudly, feeling overwhelmed by ecstasy.

His pace only went up by this, as if you were chanting his name in a volleyball game. And this is how he was going to win. He was going to make you feel so good that you could never forget his fingers and his dick. You were going to be his and his only.

“Don’t shut up; be fucking loud, hermosa.”

He didn’t stop and, with the right amount of pressure of his fingers, you came undone with his fingers, covering them with slick.

“You're such a good girl when you’re filled up. Not very commanding now, are you?”

“Put your fucking dick inside me, Tooru.”

“Watch that tone, preciosa. You’re going to make me punish you if you behave badly.”

“Tooru, please.” You pleaded.

You sat up as you said this, looking up at him with your mouth slightly parted and huffing as you were recovering from your orgasm. Your hand approached his belt, and he knew this was game over as he allowed you to unbuckle his pants and push them down. You stayed still, admiring his length through his boxers, before cupping it with your hand. You stood up, not breaking eye contact for one second, kneeling down in front of him.

You placed both of your hands on the hem of his boxers and pushed it down, exposing his length. You were mesmerized by how big he was; you couldn’t wait to be filled to the brim with him.

Please.

Oh, god, please.

You grabbed his length and put it in your mouth and you started bobbing your head in an almost rhythmic succession. It was ever so slightly, but you could hear Oikawa whimper and blush because of your ministrations, and you felt incredible because of it. You decided to deep-throat him. As you sucked and masturbated him with your hand as well, you slowly saw Oikawa get more and more flustered, as if this were his Achilles talon.

“Baby, don’t you dare stop.”

He said this as he grabbed your head with one of his hands and started moving it at a higher pace. This was difficult for you as you were in need of air and you were choking at times but he didn't really care; he just wanted to come in your face. And when that moment came, you were a panting mess with cum coating your face. He admired you, looking at you as if you were a trophy to admire and take care of.

He didn’t wait for both of you to calm down; he made you stand up and bent you over the bed. Once again, he slapped your ass, this time leaving various red marks on it. He pumped his length twice; that was all he needed.

“You’re on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

And with that, he aligned himself with your entrance and started to thrust. Oikawa loved the view, how your ass bounced every time he thrust into you, how your tits were a fucking mess, and your muffled moans. Oh, your moans—those were music to his ears; he couldn’t describe it otherwise than an angelic cry. You were being stretched out by his dick; it was big for you, and he did not give you space to adapt; you had to adapt to him. Every thrust felt like a piece of heaven given to you.

He placed one hand at your hip and the other one in your clit, stimulating you. He wanted you to come; that was clear, and there was something you wanted from him as well. When you felt his first moan, you knew he was going to get close, so you asked what you wanted.

“Don’t pull out.”

“Baby…”

“I’m on the pill, It will be fine, I swear.”

And when you came, he came afterwards inside you. You felt happy as you plopped down into bed with him beside you. He kissed your forehead and helped you clean up, and as you were both feeling tired, you decided to sleep.

This surely was nonsense, but at least you now have someone to rely on when you need to blow stress off.

Thank you for reading <3

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dreamtuna · 2 days

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What a Slut Like You Deserves

Jujutsu Kaisen - Toji x Reader x Naoya || smut, fem!Reader, sub!Reader, threesome, choking, spitting, "slut", "whore", "good girl", blowjob, creampie, cum swallowing

Word Count: 1.1k

Bit nervous about posting this since it's not Levi, but I have such giga brainrot for these two and I just want to be used by them. There will probably be more lmao Note: Toji and Naoya are not depicted directly interacting sexually with one another - they are sharing Reader only.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, drool trailing over your chin. You gasp loudly, eyes fluttering shut as the hands around your neck squeeze slightly. You knew meeting up with them always ended up like this - with you on your back, your legs in the air, and your face turning a deep red as you choked for air, listening to their dark chuckles above you - but you could never quite find the strength to resist them.

“You’re such a good slut for us,” you hear Naoya say, slamming his hips into you harder and grinning down at the way it makes you cry out.

Toji strokes your cheek almost tenderly. The contrast between their movements is making your head swim, your thoughts threatening to drown you as the pair of them use your body for their pleasure. He leans down over you slightly.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he mutters.

His fingers trail down to your chin, gently encouraging your mouth open. You obey. You always do. When they feel that good, it’s impossible not to. He leans down all the way, his tongue touching yours and, quite predictably, you can’t control yourself. You fight against Naoya’s hands gripping your neck, desperate to deepen the sensation into a full kiss. Neither man allows it. They love the way you whimper with need too much.

Toji shifts on the bed. His thick cock rests against your shoulder, a constant reminder that Naoya’s not the only one who’s going to stretch that tight cunt out tonight.

His spit catches you off guard. They both know you hate that shit, and yet here you are groaning like a slut as you obediently swallow Toji’s saliva as it lands on your tongue.

“Fuck,” Naoya hisses, his hips stuttering against you.

The slick sounds filling the room are getting louder. They both know just how much you’re feeling this, but Naoya is the one feeling it firsthand as your walls squeeze around him. There’s something so satisfying about making a man like him absolutely lose control inside you, seeing the way his rough words and degradation crumbles away and leaves him curled over you, hips slamming into you so hard it feels like it might bruise. Your eyes meet, his golden glare almost seeming angry at how good you’re making him feel.

He pulls out, a deep growl ripping from his chest as he flips you over onto your stomach. “Fuck her,” he tells Toji, slowly stroking himself as he makes room for the other man.

It seemed like he would be satisfied to just watch as Toji fills you, staring down at you with narrow eyes as you throw your head back, hair plastered to your sweat drenched forehead. But he grips your face roughly. There’s none of Toji’s tender touch. It’s all pure control.

“I know what a slut like you deserves. You’re just begging for it.”

Toji’s hips push you forward and soon Naoya’s cock is slapping against your cheeks as he holds your face in place. No matter how you pull you can’t get away from him. Your pussy spasms, clenching down around the older man, eliciting a moan from him that is so full of sin it makes you feel powerful despite being completely at their mercy. You don’t need to be told. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. You didn’t need words to show these men how much you were begging for it - good thing, since you were getting ever closer to becoming completely incapable of human speech.

Instantly Naoya’s cock is slamming into you, choking you on its length. He’s not as thick as Toji, but you’re gagging on him almost immediately as he gives you no time to get used to him. His hands snake around your head, intertwining with your hair as he slowly fucks your mouth, moaning as your tongue drags along his shaft.

Toji’s thrusts are picking up as he gets closer, dragging you to the edge with him. You can’t help but moan around the cock in your mouth, your lustful eyes looking upwards at the man using you like you’re nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. As soon as your eyes meet his breath hitches.

Naoya cums first. His face screws up in pleasure, eyes unwilling to connect with yours any longer than necessary and ropes of cum blasting into the back of your throat. You cough and splutter, caught off guard by the depth and intensity of his cumshot, copious amounts running down your throat as you try to swallow as best you can.

Your struggle was enough. A hand comes down hard on your ass, the crack of skin on skin echoing through the room, only overshadowed by the scream that comes from you, muffled by the cock unloading in your throat. Toji cums inside you. Your pussy floods with his seed. His thick fluids mix with yours and the sensation is heavenly.

But you’re not quite there. You’re right on that precipice, barely hanging on but unable to let go all at once. You can only whimper and moan, full of cum on both ends and unable to beg for what you want, what you need.

When two fingers snake under you and begin to ghost over your clit your eyes go wide, body shaking. Toji’s not stupid. He knows what you need. And he wants to feel you tighten around his cock and milk him dry. He builds the speed and pressure rapidly, knowing you don’t need much.

“That’s it,” he says breathlessly. “Be our good little whore and cum for us.”

Those words are enough. Like a white hot bolt in front of your eyes, pleasure blinds you, your eyes rolling and your back arching as much as the men allow, both still inside. Somewhere in the back of your consciousness you can tell Naoya is stroking your hair, a rare gentle moment from him, and it just amplifies how filthy this moment feels. Your body trembles, your cunt gushing around Toji’s thick shaft as it convulses around him. It’s too much. It’s all too much. It feels like you’re going to lose yourself completely if his fingers don’t stop moving on your clit.

You don’t even know how long it’s been by the time he withdraws his hand, gripping your hip instead. His thumb caresses your soft skin.

“Good girl,” you hear one of them say.

“Mmm, she really is.”

Slowly they ease out of you. Your tired body is manipulated on top of the bed, pulled tight against one of their bigger bodies and held gently. A kiss presses against your temple as your eyes shut fully. Before long sleep has overcome you.

In the morning you wake alone in a room full of the choking scent of sex. And you know that you’ll be calling them to come over again before long.

#i enjoyed writing this tbh #toji fushiguro #naoya zenin #toji fushiguro x reader #naoya zenin x reader #toji x reader #naoya x reader #jjk x reader #fushiguro toji #fushiguro toji x reader #zenin naoya #zenin naoya x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #i always tag with the names in both orders purely cause i never know what i'm going to search for lmao #dream writes: jjk #dream writes: short

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Crashing On Crush.JJK [m] 10

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 5k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: protected sex; light biting; oral sex (f. receiving); masturbating; angst (xenophobia)

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All the little everyday life things has been better. You could delude yourself and try to find some ridiculous explanations in the astral sky but you know damn well the real reason: Jeon Jungkook. Your bed has never felt better than when you are in it with him. Falling asleep and waking up with him feel good.

You wake up wrapped by warmth. Two reasons of it: your sheets and Jungkook's arms. He is spooning you in the most delicate way but you do feel something hard against your ass. You press against it a little bit to be sure but there is no doubt it's Jungkook's big cock in the early morning. Feeling your pretty butt on his dick is the best awakening possible for Jungkook. He softly moans into your ears and wraps his arms tighter around your frame. You immediately get aroused and push your ass even more on his body.

Jungkook gets the hint and he starts grinding on you. You clearly feel how deliciously hard he is. Fuck, it feels good. Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter and you can't wait to have it filled by Jungkook. He caresses your breasts, sneaking a hand underneath your t-shirt. He gives you delicate kisses on your shoulder and you moan at the pleasure. Your hand leads up to find his messy yet soft hair. The delicious tension is building up inside you, making a mess out of your panties.

"I want you" You confess, your hands caressing his forearms around your stomach

Morning sex is one of the things you love the most because it feels more intimate since it means you've spent the night together.

"Anything my baby want" Jungkook replies so softly that you melt but his voice is deep and raspy too, echoing right into your core

His palms slowly separate so one goes up to squeeze your boob and the other one heads South to caress your pussy through your clothes. Your head roll back into his chest and Jungkook starts kissing your neck. You love feeling his mouth on your skin, his lips are as soft as clouds. Little moans form in your mouth to escape right after.

"Fuck me, Kook" You gently order - or more like beg - him

It's the first time you call him 'Kook' and he loves it. His nickname has never sounded so harmonious and he wants more of it. He wants you to cum screaming it so your neighbors know how good he makes you feel. His damn possessiveness is never too far when it comes to you. A raspy growl from Jungkook echoes in your whole body and his hands quickly peal you bare. Each layer of clothes slipping down your body arouses you more.

"Grab a condom" He asks you and you move fast to take it in your nightstand

Jungkook can't resist your perfect ass on display while you're searching for the condom on all fours. He smirks when he remembers your first encounter. Your fucking pretty ass right in front of him, he could have fucked you right there. As he can't go back in time, he sticks to the present and offers you a slap on your asscheek. You gasp of surprise and pleasure. You turn just to see the playful grin on Jungkook's face.

It doesn't take long for Jungkook to cover his cock and to press his member between your folds. He is still behind you, spooning you, and sneaks an arm under your upper leg, right behind your kneel, to have a better access to your pretty pussy. Fuck, his dick slides upon your cunt, meeting your clit every time. Your whimpers urge Jungkook to enter you already. He does while he bites on your shoulder.

Being filled by Jungkook's dick is perfect. Your walls are stretched just like you love and the angle is perfect to provide you pleasure. He nestles deep inside you to give you time to adapt. He doesn't stop kissing your neck, the wet patches he leaves on your skin make you shiver. You whimper when the need of friction becomes painful. When it comes to sex, you feel like you don't even need to speak. Jungkook seems to know your body as well as you do and starts providing you the delicious and necessary poundings. But his slow pace is driving you crazy. You missed him inside you and he is taking his time.

"Faster" You ask but Jungkook does the opposite, torturing you with slower moves

Your hands grab his forearm around your frame to urge him but it doesn't do anything. Jungkook smirks to witness you this desperate. When he gently bites your earlobe and completely stops his moves, you almost cry.

"Kook, please" Your voice is shaky and clearly begging him to fuck you

"I love when you beg for my cock" He says with a raspy and sexy voice

The magic word was just what he needed. Not only Jungkook slides again into you, but his poundings become rough. Each time his cock hits deep inside you, making your tits bounce and your ass slapped. His hard and big member gives you so much pleasure that your eyes roll in the back of your head. Your moans are unsteady and you can't even think straight, especially when Jungkook start playing with your nipple with his tattooed hand. His other hand has a deep grabbing into your flesh and you're pretty sure you'll have bruises.

"You like that?" He almost growls in your ear

He surely knows the answer by the sinful noises coming from your mouth and the way your pussy clench around him but he wants you to say it out loud.

"Yes, yes!" You repeat in a delirious state due to Jungkook's poundings

When he changes his pace to slow down but to penetrate you harder and deeper, the air is kicked out of your lungs. Your mouth open but no moan form. Your eyes water with the pleasure. A delicious slap on your ass forces you to mutter your loud groans into your pillow.

"No, I want to hear you" Jungkook states "You're taking me so fucking good"

He forces you to let your moans fill the room by grabbing your throat. He doesn't really apply any pressure but his large palm around your breathing column is fucking hot. He uses his hand to slightly turn your head so he can kiss you. The position makes it difficult, resulting in a messy kiss that only arouses you more.

Your walls tighten when your orgasm is not so far away.

"Fuck, I love your pussy, babe. Could fuck it all day long"

Jungkook's praises do nothing to delay your cumming but you don't want the pleasure to stop. You hold his wrist like a lifeline and urge him to fuck you harder. The slight change of angle to enhance the pace provokes Jungkook's cock to hit your g-spot.

"Oh my god! Here!"

You sound like a lunatic. You're so loud, you're sure your neighbors can hear you but you can't care about it right now. On the other hand, your moans are like music to Jungkook's ears. He is addicted to them and he wants more. His hand leaves your thigh and dangerously heads closer to your crotch. It doesn't take long for you to feel small circles on your clit. You're feeling Jungkook inside and outside your pussy and it's almost unbearable. He is fucking you so well you could cry.

"Fuck, Kook, I'm gonna cum" You moan, eyes filled with tears

"Go ahead, cum for me, babe. Be a good girl"

Jungkook's raspy voice, his dick hitting hard your sweet-spot, his hand around your throat and his delicate digits working of your clit are way too much for you. The tsunami of pleasure washes over you. Your toes curl and your body shakes in Jungkook's embrase. You scream his nickname and let your head rest on your pillow, exhausted by your high.

Jungkook slows down his pace once again and kisses your shoulder to soothe you after your orgasm. His hand is no longer around your throat but caresses your cheek. The gesture is soft and you take his hand to kiss it. You're so good to him that his heart is squeezing in his chest despite its erratic pace due to his physical efforts.

"I want you to cum" You say with your sexually intoxicated mind

"I'll be more than happy to" Jungkook smirks

His poundings regain their animalistic pace but you're way more sensitive after your orgasm. Your whimpers make Jungkook so fucking horny. If he weren't afraid to break you, he'll fuck you even harder to make you scream his name. He wonders how your delicate body can take his big dick so perfectly, just like you were made for him. To be honest, he truly believes he was made for you.

"Open your pretty mouth" He orders

You don't think twice and obey. Jungkook slides two inked digits into your mouth, making you drool. You suck on his fingers to mutter your moans. The velvety and wet muscle on his fingers makes his dick throb inside your pussy.

"That's it, babe. You're so naughty for me" He teases you but it only makes your pussy clench around his big cock "Fuck, babe, you're so tight"

His pace becomes unsteady and you know he is close. Your hand finds the one that was staying on your stomach to guide it towards your clit. You make Jungkook rub your clit but your own fingers stay upon his hand to set the rhythm. Jungkook presses even harder on your bud and you moan around his fingers. You can't see it but Jungkook is looking at you with awe: you're so fucking hot. Your both hands working on your clit are dangerous for your sanity.

"Fucking cum again. Come on, cum on my cock, I know you can do it" His voice is nothing gentle, he is ordering you and how can you disobey such a great command?

Why are Jungkook's words so scandalous yet so arousing? Your second orgasm overpowers you but thanks to his fingers in your mouth, your screams are shuttered. It doesn't make long for Jungkook to join you on cloud nine. You are both panting and neither of you want to move. Jungkook frees your mouth only to kiss you but he is staying deep inside your warm pussy which occasionally clenches around his dick, preventing it to truly soften.

"That was hot" Jungkook comments, making your giggle

"It was, indeed"

"You were perfect" He says tenderly, pecking your shoulder and your cheek a hundred of times

You love how sweet Jungkook is. His long and messy hair are tickling you. But suddenly reality hits you back. You quickly grab your phone and gasp when you notice what time is it. You need to hurry and grab the next bus if you don't want to be late for work.

You leave Jungkook's arms with regret and run to the bathroom, without closing the door so Jungkook doesn't feel like you're shutting him off.

"What's wrong?" He asks, quite worried

"I'm going to be late!" You shout while you're brushing your hair and your teeth at the same time

Honestly, Jungkook has totally forgotten that it was Monday. Time flies with you, especially when he is fucking you. He checks his own phone and frowns: you're not this late.

"You don't need to rush, we are only 10 minutes away from your work"

"By car, but it's 25 minutes by bus" You explain

Jungkook jumps on his feet without even caring covering his naked body but you can't blame him: he is perfect. The sight of you rushing to tie up your hair makes him smile - the more you try, the less you succeed - and he wraps your frame with his strong arms. The contrast between his pale, virgin one and the dark and overwhelming other is hypnotizing but you don't have time to contemplate them.

"Did you think you were going to work by bus?" He asks you with a playful tone that makes you stop your moves

You look at him with surprise writing all over your face.

"Let me drive you"

"Jungkook, you don't need to-"

"I want to" He cuts you off and you can't answer anything because you're afraid to tell him you love him instead

So you nod and smile at him through the mirror to thank him. You finish getting ready, way less stressed than two minutes before.

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"You don't work today?" You ask Jungkook while you're in his black Mercedes

"Nope. Seokjin will come in the afternoon to check my place so I won't have to bother you at your own home" He replies with his bunny smile and scrunched nose that attack your heart every single time

You hate how much your chest tightens. You wish he could stay longer. You wish he could stay forever even. You two have spent the entire weekend together and it was just perfect. Cooking together, joking, cuddling on the couch while you were watching some randoms movies on Netflix felt right. There wasn't any kind on embarrassment and you loved having Jungkook next to you. You have no doubt that when you come home tonight, your apartment will feel way emptier than usual.

To cheer you up you stare at Jungkook. Fuck, he is way too handsome and he doesn't make any effort. You love his long black hair, you love his doe eyes, you love his cute bubble nose, you love his lips. Yes, especially his lips that make wonders. You just love him. All of him. Your eyes go down to his large shoulders hidden by his usual oversized black t-shirt. Your eye ends up on his veiny hands holding up tight on his wheel. You know his tattoos by heart now but you are still fascinated by them. They make Jungkook so hot but you can't help wondering if it was painful.

Your eyes widen when you notice the hair tie around his wrist. You know it's yours because it's an old one and the fragile elastic will break soon.

"Is it mine?" You question just in case

Jungkook looks down at his wrist and smiles gently.

"Yeah" His voice is oddly proud

"It'll break soon, don't you want other one? I can buy you one, if you want" You propose but Jungkook shakes his head

"I want this one. I guess I like having something that's yours with me"

God, he has to stop being so perfect and romantic because your weak heart is not going to make it! Your cheeks redden immediately and you turn your head towards the window to hide it and your stupid grin. You're way too in love with him to think straight and you don't even care. If you had to go back in time, you'd fall in love with Jungkook a thousand times and it wouldn't be enough.

Jungkook has found your hair tie this morning in your bathroom. He kept it because it was evident that it's too worn out to be used and that you won't miss it. But he is well aware of his deep intentions when he has put your elastic around his wrist. As silly as it might be, it was a way to say to the world that he is taken. That he is yours. Obviously, he can't put a ring on your and his finger just yet so the hair tie will stay until then. However, he does regret his long hair now, even though he loves it, because the hair tie can be for his personal use. He's pretty sure no one can understand his weird logic anyway.

Jungkook giggles and places his hand on your thigh. He draws random patterns on it with his fingers and you sigh in delight. You grab his hand in yours but you still don't trust yourself - a love confession could escape you - so you are looking outside at the sunny day.

You thought that Jungkook would tell you goodbye in the car but he steps out and walks you to the main door of the art gallery. Every gesture is kind and it shows how caring is Jungkook. You're lucky to have him.

"I could pick you up after work and we could go to the restaurant tonight?" Jungkook proposes with a slight blush adoring his cheeks

"I have to check on the printer after work" You reply, sighing — the damn printer is driving you insane

"I can accompany you if you want"

"You're sure?" You ask but your voice is actually full of hope

Jungkook nods and smiles at you. God, his eyes are even shinier! He is so pretty you could die out of his cuteness. He gives you a last kiss on the lips before disappearing in his car. You are on a cloud right now and the whole day seems to go just like a dream.

As you agreed on, Jungkook was there when you finished work and drove you to the print firm. He asked you if you wanted him to come with you but you assured him that you'd be okay.

However, right now, you're starting to regret your words. You're talking to the boss of the firm and he doesn't want to hear you when you tell him that you need the prints now. You develop all your arguments, reminding him that you've agreed on a deadline but he is haughty and arrogant and you're two seconds away from losing your mind. Until he tells you something that kicks the air out of your lungs...

"If you don't like how we work in Korea, you should go back to your country!"

You have never faced xenophobia before and it fucking hurts. Especially when you make absolutely no difference between races. You always treat people as equal because they fucking are! But what can you respond? You're way too shock.

However, it wasn't a very smart move from the boss because he said his insult at the very same moment Jungkook stepped inside. Anger is boiling in his blood and he runs pass you to grab the man by his collar. His eyes are nothing like doe's ones right now and the darkness of them are terrifying.

"Say that again?!" Jungkook shouts

"It's not-" The printer stutters

"You're the one who can't do his fucking job! How dare you using the foreigner card to cover your pathetic incompetency?! You're a shame for my country"

Your chest tightens and your eyes water. You're touched by the way Jungkook is defending you but you're afraid he'll punch the guy if you don't stop him. You put a delicate hand on his shoulder to make Jungkook look at you.

"Let him go" You ask him with a weak voice and Jungkook obeys but his eyes are still harsh on the man

"You'll do the fucking printings for tomorrow and you'll make a price on them. And if I hear that you disrespect her again, you won't be so lucky" Jungkook threatens with fists so clenched that his knuckles are white

The printer can only gulp and nod. You grab Jungkook's hand and escape the room which feels suffocating. It was such a good day so far and now, it looks like one of the worst days ever. You're sad and angry, and the worst thing is that you can't do anything about it. People like that are hard to change their minds. You wish he could see how much you love South Korea and the Korean culture. How much you've worked to be able to live here, how much you have sacrificed. You miss your family everyday! But you don't want to cry for someone like that, it doesn't worth it.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks you with a voice as sweet as possible with his current wrath

"Thank you for defending me"

He kisses you on the forehead in a attempt to calm down. He can't understand how you can stay calm while he is boiling with anger and frustration — and he is not the one who was insulted! But he knows you're way better than him and he is just amazed by your strength and your courage.

"Maybe we should postpone our date" You say, unsure "I won't be good company and I want to be alone tonight"

"You're sure?" Jungkook asks, his worry evident in his voice and on his face

"Sorry..."

You feel like every time things go smooth between Jungkook and you, something comes to wrack it off... Why is the whole universe conspiring against your happiness?

"Don't apologize. I understand. Just remember I'm just a phone call away, okay babe?"

The pet name warms your heart a little, giving you the strength to offer Jungkook a small smile.

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Jungkook is worried. It has been three days since he almost beats the shit off this asshole printer and the few texts you've sent him did little to ease him. He should have stayed with you. He should have lied, saying that Seokjin hasn't checked his place yet and that he needed to stay at yours. But he didn't and now he can't find any excuse to knock on your door. He sighs while playing with your hair tie around his wrist. It makes him think about you. Every time he is working on his graphic tablet and his black eyes drift away on the side, he sees it. And a stupid 'I-Am-In-Love' grin appears on his face.

Jungkook's head snaps so fast when he hears a knock on his door that his long hair rises up in the air during the movement. Is he dreaming? He can't question himself because another knock is heard. He jumps on his feet and opens the door as fast as he can. His face immediately brightens when he sees you, but he almost instantly frowns as he grows worried.

"Hi, I hope it's okay I just drop by?" You ask with a small and shy voice, blush adoring your cheeks

"You're welcomed anytime" Jungkook replies with his bunny smile

"Since we didn't go to our date" You start as you're stepping in his place and bend over to take off your shoes "I thought that I could bring the date to us. I brought some fried chicken"

Jungkook's heart goes wild in his chest. He is two seconds away from confessing his feelings but he's missed you to much to waste time with words. He captures your lips with his and gives you a deep and passionate kiss that can only arouse you. You've missed his touch too and you use your free hand to cup his cheek. All species of butterflies are flying in your stomach and you feel stupid to have stayed away from Jungkook this long. Sure, you needed time to heal after the harsh words that were addressed to you and you didn't want to bring Jungkook in your bad mood. You know he is struggling with enough things on his own, he doesn't need to deal with your own shit. But you've missed him. A lot. And it's only been three days...

"I need to stop kissing you, otherwise you won't eat any chicken tonight" He whispers against your lips

Suddenly, skipping diner doesn't seem a so bad idea. But your stomach betrays you and makes an embarrassing loud noise that notifies Jungkook that you are actually hungry. He chuckles while you're blushing in shame. Sometimes, you don't like your physical reactions...

"Let's eat, we'll have plenty of time for the rest later" Jungkook states

You have both finished dripping your fried chicken in the delicious sauce, a random series playing on Netflix when you decide to speak up:

"I'm sorry, for the past few days"

Your voice might be calm, your whole inside is shaken up. You've played your words many times in your head before saying it out loud, yet it feels weird.

"You don't have to apologize" Jungkook reassures you

"I know but I want to. You have been really... nice to me" You want to say how perfect and amazing and absolutely lovable Jungkook has been but it might be too overwhelming for you and him to confess that out loud "I shouldn't have shut you off like that. I just needed time to... I don't know, heal?"

"Hey..." Jungkook says softly as he grabs your hand and caresses the back of it with his thumb "You don't have to explain or say anything about it. I'm just glad you're feeling better"

You smile lightly at him, relieved that he doesn't resent you — even though you had no doubt about it. But your smile soon turns into a gulp when you notice the faint smirk on Jungkook's handsome face.

"But if you really want to apologize, I have an idea" He purrs with a tone way lower than before, which makes your cheeks burn

You don't know what to reply, and you don't really want to anyway. So you close the gap between the two of you and crash your lips onto his. The coldness of the lip ring surprises you as much as it pleases you.

Jungkook's hands immediately reach your hips to guide you toward his lap. You press your crotch on his and you literally melt when you feel the friction of your covered clit on his slight hard cock. You don't know if it's because you've missed him or because Jungkook makes you brave but you feel more adventurous and drift to his throat. You kiss his neck and inhale his sweet smell you love so much. Your ministrations on his thin skin seem to please him because he squeezes your ass. It makes you want to tease him more. So you capture his lobe, between two of his earrings, between your teeth and gently tug on it.

"You need to stop that if you don't want me to fuck you rough" He adverts you

But his sexy voice is way more important than his threat, it spurs you to push on his button because how good could it feel to be fucked rough.

"Maybe I want it" You reply with a faked innocent tone

"You don't know want you're asking for, baby" He almost growls

You don't waste energy to reply and you rather lick a fat strap from his collarbone to his ear lobe. That's it for Jungkook. He has let you take a little bit of control but he can't stand it anymore, not when you're such a tease. You deserve to be fucked good and it's what he intents to do.

His moves are precise and fast, so much that it only takes you a gasp to be sit on the couch and have Jungkook on his knees between your legs. The view somewhat reminds you of the first time you've been intimate — on this very same couch.

His big palms go up and down your bare thighs, lifting up even higher your pink sundress. This simple touch electrifies you. You feel so aware of him. You thrill out of expectation, especially when you spot the perfect smirk on his handsome face — a face you want to burry between your thighs.

Your breathe gets cut off when Jungkook's hands reach higher, clamping on your ruined panties. He asks your consent with his doe eyes and you nod while biting your lower lip. In one second, your underwear is gone, thrown on the floor.

You blush as Jungkook admires your wetness. He wraps his forearms around your thighs and brings you on the edge of the couch. When his tongue lands on your intimacy, your eyes shut close and your head roll back to fully enjoy the pleasure it provides. You feel Jungkook's tongue on your clit, drawing perfect circles and sucking lightly. It's so good that you need to tug on his black hair and press him deeper against you. You moan when the metal of his piercing touches your burning and soaked pussy, making you automatically open your legs wider for him — and the tattooed man can't helping thinking how a good girl you are.

You open your eyes again and you almost faint when you notice that Jungkook was looking at you the whole time. His eyes are so bright and cute, and the contrast with his nose, lips and chin covered with your arousal is lethal. You almost choke on your spit when Jungkook enters your with his tongue.

"Kook" You groan, spurring him to fasten his pace

You are so wet, so aroused because of him, for him. You really want to think that's because you haven't seen him for a couple of days but, deep down, you know that you could feel the exact same if he had touched you this morning. It's just the effect this man has on you.

"I love how you taste" He purrs against your cunt "The most delicious little pussy in the whole world"

You wish you could have the strength to scold him but his dirty words make you clench — it's impossible to deny how much you love his praises.

"Oh god!" You moan loud when Jungkook takes a big fat strap from your entrance to your sensitive bud

You are close. You are so deep in your delirious pleasure that you notice just now that Jungkook's shoulder and arm are moving. More like jolting. Is he...?

"Oh my god!" You scream with redden cheeks when you understand that Jungkook is jerking himself off while eating your pussy

You should feel scandalized in front of the sinful scene but it actually makes you feel the opposite. It makes you feel sexy. And fuck... He is hot.

You caress Jungkook's long hair that tickles your inner thighs — which provides even more pleasure — but your intended caressing soon turns into tugging harshly on his locks because you are real close.

"I'm gonna come" You notify him with a dry throat

"Cum on my face, babe" He teases you with his stupidly hot smirk

But who are you to disobey? The fog provided by your orgasm takes over everything. You loudly moan Jungkook's name as your head rolls back and your toes curl.

You are out of breathe when you reach down Earth again but your cheeks are still burning, especially because Jungkook is still wanking.

"You are so beautiful when you cum" He murmurs, almost as if you weren't supposed to hear it

You look at how the lower part of his face is glistening with your juices and you try to wipe it off but Jungkook grabs your hand and kisses it.

Fuck.

Your heart obviously skips a beat because of your orgasm and not because of the sweet gesture, right?

"Can I cum on your stomach?" Jungkook asks so nonchalantly that you wonder if you've heard well his request

"I-uhm-yeah" You whisper for an answer

"You can say no" He reassures you, not willing you to feel trap

"No, it's okay, please do it"

You don't really know why you answer so politely to such a filthy question but it surely pleases Jungkook. He lets a 'fuck' escaping his perfect mouth and locks his eyes on your poor oversensitive cunt.

To be honest, he was too worried about you to masturbate so he knows damn well that he won't last long. He is not embarrassed because he isn't unaffected by your touch either and him cumming now doesn't mean he won't fuck you later in the night.

Just thinking about how warm and tight your pussy feels around his big cock brings him to the edge. And when your hand reaches his balls to gently caress them, it's enough for him. He spreads his hot cum on your lower stomach, painting your skin white. It's so fucking beautiful he could cry.

Jungkook loves that he can mark you this way, even though no one will know it. Hoaxed by his possessiveness, his thumb collects just a little bit of his seeds and uses it to roll smoothly on your clit. You almost jump out of surprise and pleasure. Your moans are choked but undeniably spurred by arousal.

Actually, you are so deep in pleasure that you barely register your phone ringing.

You could ignore it, except that it's a special ringtone. A ringtone you haven't heard in a long time. And you also know that, at such a late hour, it can't be for nothing.

With your heart squeezed, you jump on your feet, completely missing Jungkook's flabbergasted face. He just sits on his butt, on the floor, with his cock still out of his briefs as he watches you answering your phone while he was fucking playing with your clit.

"Oppa?" You say, causing an immediate frown on Jungkook's face

You stay silent as the caller explains the situation and stress rushes through your veins.

"I'm coming!" Sure do, Jungkook thinks with annoyance "I'll be there in just 35 minutes" You assure and hang up

You collect your panties and put them back, not even caring about your drying juices or Jungkook's cum on your stomach.

"I'm sorry, I've got to go" You tell him but you don't even look at him as you put your phone in your bag and put on your shoes

"Okay?" Jungkook replies, completely taken aback "I can drive y—"

"No thanks" You shut him down, a little harshly while you really don't want to but you are way too stressed to control your tone like you want "I see you later" You add

You land a gentle kiss on his cheek and disappear.

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