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undressrehearsal · 2 months
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dare to be stupid
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summary: a drunken game of truth or dare overtakes your study session
tags: NSFW, tlou au, college!ellie/reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (r receiving)
a/n: listen idk how this turned into 7.5k. idk what happened. also this is my first time writing smut. idk if the sex is good but it was already so long. if y'all like this one i'll write a sequel or something idk
part 2
“Truth or dare?” 
It had become a tradition for the two of you shortly after moving in together. It was common for the air in your tiny apartment to grow heavy, the stress and anxiety tangible in the air - often around midterms or finals, or if your roommate had a particularly infuriating project. During these times when the bags under your eyes grew too heavy to carry or the lines around your roommate's mouth deepened into canyons, one of you would barge into the other's bedroom - frequently in disarray with notes and textbooks strewn across every surface - slam a bottle of vodka down on the desk, and utter those stupid, little three words, and the game would begin.
And so you didn't even jump when you heard your bedroom door slam against the wall, heavy boots against the carpet. You had been bent over your desk for so long that your neck ached, your eyes swimming with letters that didn't quite make sense and didn't fit into any of the medical terms laid out on your flashcards. When Ellie slammed the bottle of vodka on your desk, you blinked your eyes clear and looked up to meet her eyes. 
She smirked when she said, “Truth or dare?” 
You didn't waste time in clearing off your desk, shoving your books and cards aside into a toppling pile. Ellie, without waiting for permission, set a shot glass down in front of you, kicked off her boots, and plopped back onto your bed. 
Scooting your chair closer, you propped your feet up against the mattress, pursed your lips, and said, “Truth.” 
Ellie groaned, flopping over onto her side and propping her chin in her hand. She had stripped off her jacket, leaving her in a dark t-shirt that almost made her skin look pale in the low light from your desk lamp. “You're such a fucking pussy.” 
You rolled your eyes even as a grin pulled at your lips. “I've known you for too long, Els, and I know that I need a few shots before I'm willing to shove anything anywhere for your amusement. So, respectfully, eat my ass.” 
“You'll have to dare me to,” she quipped back immediately. She wrinkled her nose as you choked back a laugh, tapping a finger against her lips. You tried to ignore how endlessly cute it was as she said, “Where's the weirdest place you've pissed?” 
Another sound burst from your lips, some mixture of a laugh and a shout. You gaped at her, watching as a laugh crept up, a smile tugging at her lips. 
Shaking your head, you said, “Weird, but that's a pretty tame one. Not gonna ask me about my favorite sex position or if I ever snuck drugs into our dorm room last year?” 
Ellie only shrugged. “Gotta warm you up a bit first, babe.” You ignored the way your heart jumped at such an innocent word. After a moment's pause, she added, “But have you?” 
“You'll just have to ask me. One truth per round, bitch.” You pretended to think about it for a moment, though you already had your answer. “Okay, so you remember when we first signed the lease here and we were a bit short on rent?” 
Ellie nodded, her brows furrowed in confusion. 
“Like, a week before it was due, some girl on Tinder hit me up. She was passing through town and only staying for the night, and she was bored. So, she paid me.” 
Ellie's frown deepened. “To, what, have sex with her?” 
Laughter bubbled up your chest as you said, “No, she paid me to piss in her mouth.” 
There was silence for several long moments. Ellie’s jaw hung loose, her eyes wide as she simply stared at you. Several emotions flashed across her face like a movie reel - confusion, shock, disbelief - before finally landing on pure, unfiltered amusement. The corners of her lips quirked up, her open mouth turning up at the corners until a loud, sharp laugh burst from her throat. When Ellie laughed - really, truly laughed - she did it with her chest, a sound so fathomless and full it filled up whatever room she was in. 
In your small bedroom, her laughter bounced off the walls, echoing in the alley outside of your open window. You couldn’t contain your own giggles, muffling your laughter with a hand over your mouth, snorting as Ellie buried her face in your mattress. 
When she finally looked up, her eyes filled with tears, she only said, around her subdued giggles, “How much?” 
You grinned. “$200.” 
Ellie’s mouth fell open again - you’d have to pick it up from the floor at this rate. “Dude, you’re fucking with me.” 
“I swear,” you said, holding up your hand like a scout. “I’ll show you the Venmo if you don’t believe me.”
Ellie fell back against the bed, throwing her head back. “You have to go find this chick on Missed Connections, she can help with the rent.” 
You threw one of your pens at her. Catching it in midair, she stuck the end in her mouth to chew on it. You wrinkled your nose at her, but she only grinned, the pen hanging from the corner of her lips. 
“You're so gross,” you said, though you were still giggling. 
“Bold words from you, Piss Girl. That's, like, the worst superhero name in existence.” 
You threw your hands up, trying your hardest to glare at her and failing miserably. “Hey, $200 is $200. I'm not one to kinkshame.” Ellie threw the pen back at you. You grimaced when it hit your arm, leaving a small spot of spit on your sleeve before clattering to the floor. “God, it's your turn. Truth or dare, bitch?”
Propping herself up on her elbows, Ellie said, “Dare.” A grin pulled at her lips, her voice low as she added, “Because I'm not a fucking pussy.” You stuck your tongue out at her, ignoring her when she mockingly said, “Mature.” 
Your desk was pressed up next to the only window in the room, cracked open to let the cool autumn air in. Your curtains fluttered in the breeze, the dying sunlight creeping in, casting light like liquid gold over Ellie’s skin. As you thought, scrambling to think of a suitable dare, you could not control how your eyes grazed over her exposed skin, the sunlight dipping in her collarbones like pools of ichor. 
Blinking, you met her eyes once more, your throat tight. Your words came out almost choked when you said, “Okay, I dare you to make a spicy two-sentence story about something in this room.”
Ellie scoffed, sitting up and kicking her legs over the side of your bed. “I’m gonna take a wild guess that your drawer of sex toys is off limits?” 
You sputtered, stammering over your own tongue as you felt heat rush to your ears. “Yes, that’s off limits. You don’t even know what’s in there!” 
Ellie hummed, standing up from the bed and taking a few steps around the room. She didn’t look at you, but you could hear that fucking smirk when she said, “That’s what you think, babe.” 
You watched her, tracking her movements as she slowly stepped around your room, scanning for inspiration. Your bedroom was about what you’d expect from a broke, overworked college student - aside from the furniture that came with the place, it was pretty barren. Ellie scanned the little touches you did have - her finger traced over the Funko Pop of Zuko on your bedside table, her eyes lingering on the pile of fantasy books you kept atop your dresser. She smiled at the posters hung crookedly on your walls, depictions of your favorite video games. She hummed again, looking back at you over her shoulder. 
“So many options to choose from,” she murmured, running her finger along your jewelry box. She had her face turned away, so you could only see the corner of her smirk as she lifted the lid, pulling one of your necklaces from its home. You watched her warily as she approached you, the chain dangling from her slim fingers. She stepped behind you, out of your line of sight, and slipped the necklace over your head, the cold metal resting against your collarbone. 
“She looped the chain around her lover’s neck like a collar,” Ellie said. You felt her cool fingers against the back of your neck, hooking around the chain and pulling it gently against your throat. You coughed against the awkward silence; your roommate had always been a little handsy, but this was something else entirely. What the fuck is she doing? you thought. “She pulled it taut against her throat and leaned in to whisper,” you felt Ellie’s lips against your ear, her rough voice sending a chill up your spine when she murmured, “good girl.”
Reaching back, you shoved Ellie’s head away; her laughter echoed through the room as she rounded in front of you, sitting back against your bed and grinning. 
“Oh, you’re so fucking proud of yourself aren’t you?” you teased, trying - and failing - to keep your cheeks from turning red. Your skin felt aflame, a tingle lingering right where Ellie’s lips had pressed to your ear. You rubbed at the spot under the pretense of scratching your head, willing the feeling to go away. 
Your heart was pounding so hard you could hardly hear her when she said, “Hell yeah, I am. I should’ve been an English major. I could write a whole fucking slutty novel and get famous. I'm an expert - I've done enough research.” 
You rolled your eyes at her cocky smile, but Ellie only winked at you. 
This is how your truth or dare games went - with Ellie being far too cocky, prancing around doing whatever dares you could think of and asking any outrageous questions that popped into her pretty little head; and you, simply trying your damnedest to keep up with her. You flailed, flustered, when she asked you about your toy collection, and begrudgingly relented when she dared you to bring out your favorite. Ellie took a shot before you had even finished daring her to text her last hookup (“I’m not reopening that bag of crazy,” she said, scrunching her nose at the taste.) You took a shot when she dared you to go mix all of the liquids in the fridge (which included pickle juice, old broths, and orange juice) into one amalgamation and chug it (“I’d rather chug the rest of the vodka, Els.”) 
“Truth,” you said before Ellie could even ask the question. You were three shots in and could feel that lightness pressing against your temples, just at the threshold of tipsy. You had moved to join Ellie on your bed, where you sat with your back against the headboard and Ellie’s head on your thigh. The vodka bottle was balanced precariously between you. 
Ellie rolled her eyes, but looked up at you and asked, “Out of our friend group, who have you fantasized about the most?” 
She had not even finished her sentence before you served yourself a shot, a few drops splattering on your shirt. Wincing at the taste, you looked back down at Ellie; her eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree, her jaw slack.
“Don’t-” 
“You have to,” she interrupted you, pinching your thigh and grinning when you squirmed away. “You have to tell me. You can’t leave me hanging here - you didn’t even let me finish the question!” 
“Why did you even assume I’ve fantasized about any of our friends-” 
“Because I know you.” She was scrambling up now, unsteady in her movements as she came to her knees in front of you, leaning back against her heels. She planted a firm hand on your thigh - your skin was still warm where her head had been - leaning into it, her eyes drawing so close you could almost see every speck within the hazel. “And I know that bitches like us always have somebody in the group they fantasize about. So, who is it?” 
“Bitches like us?” you repeated, raising your brow. You were sure each line of her palm was going to be branded into your thigh. “So, there’s somebody you think about too?” 
Ellie’s smile was on the very edge of teasing, a small quirk at the corner of her lips that screamed at you just how wrapped around her finger you were - and, somehow, she didn’t even know it. Her voice was low, nothing more than a murmur that you could practically feel in your own chest when she said, “You really wanna know?” You didn’t answer - couldn’t, really, not when her fingers dug into your thigh and you could count each freckle across her nose. You couldn’t answer when she leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against your cheeks, smelling of the weed you knew she had smoked that afternoon. You could hardly hear her over the rush of your own heart when she whispered, “You’ll just have to ask me.” 
Maybe it was the vodka warming your chest, tingling in your fingers - or maybe it was the way the light from your lamp cast sharp shadows across Ellie’s face, turning her skin into liquid gold - but you did not push her away. Your grip tightened around the neck of the bottle, but you held her gaze when you said, “Truth or dare, Els?” 
Her voice was soft, her half-lidded eyes holding yours as she said, “Truth.” 
“Who have you fantasized about?” The words rushed out of you before you could hesitate.
And for a moment, you believed she would answer. You let yourself believe that she would give you the answer you craved. It prickled at your skin, raising goosebumps along your arm, spreading warmth through your stomach. But your roommate had never been so straight-foward - had never given you an easy answer. She wet her lips, drawing your eyes to her mouth involuntarily, but she only pried the vodka bottle from your fingers. She held your gaze as she raised it to her lips, drinking straight from the bottle without even wincing. 
“I can play that game too, baby.” She backed away, finally giving you a moment to breathe. She settled back against the wall, laying her arms over her knees, the bottle dangling from her fingers. The skin of your thigh still burned, branded with her fingerprints. 
You looked away, huffing out a laugh that you prayed sounded sincere. You could feel her eyes on you when you leaned your head back against the wall, counting the cracks in your ceiling like they were the most interesting thing in the whole world. “It’s getting late, Els,” you said, even as your phone flashed that it wasn’t even nine yet and here you were, too many shots in, your roommate’s presence like a fire blazing in your room. “I should get back to studying.” 
“Do you want to, though?” There was an edge to Ellie’s voice, as though that question was a dare itself. You lifted your head to look at her and found that she was already watching you, her eyes soft in the dim light. 
You took a deep breath - and the vodka must have reached your brain, because before she could ask, you said, “Dare.”
You could see the vodka in the lazy tilt of her smile, in the way her head lolled against the wall. Her eyes were half-lidded, and yet there was something hidden behind her slow, sleepy gaze, something you were too afraid to name - something you were sure was only the imagination of your tipsy fantasies. 
“Close your eyes,” Ellie said, words lazily falling from her lips, as deep and rich as the strings of a guitar. 
It took you several moments longer than usual to process what she had said. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, as if the two of you were underwater. You shouldn't have felt like this after a few shots - you'd usually only be tipsy at this point. But something about the way the shadows dipped into Ellie's collarbones and the way her shirt rode up, exposing her boxers and the sharp cut of her hips, was intoxicating on its own. 
So it took you several long, heavy moments to say, “What?” 
She chuckled, but there was no malice behind it. There was something soft in the tilt of her head, the way she tilted her chin down to look at you through her lashes. Her hair fell in her face, brushing against her nose; you fought the urge to brush it away, knowing that if you did you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from running your fingers through her hair. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from grabbing a fistful of the auburn strands- 
“Close your eyes,” she repeated in that same honey-thick voice, breaking you from your thoughts. “For thirty seconds. And don't open them no matter what.” When you only stared at her for several silent moments, she added, “How long have we been friends? Don't you trust me?” 
And the thing was, you did. You trusted her with your entire heart, and so you closed your eyes, and you waited. 
You felt the bed shift next to you but you did not open your eyes. You did not open them when you felt her long fingers grip your shoulder as she struggled to steady herself. You felt her hair first, fine strands brushing against your cheek, smelling of sweat and her shampoo. You did not open your eyes, even when you felt the gentle press of a warm mouth against the side of your neck. You hardly dared to even breathe, your hands tangling in your sheets, afraid that you would not be able to control yourself otherwise. You counted the long, torturous seconds, biting down on your lip when you felt Ellie’s mouth part, the warmth of her tongue pressing against your pulse. 
You had counted to twenty-six when she pulled away, a chill settling over your skin where that warmth had been only seconds ago. When you got to thirty, you opened your eyes to find that Ellie had settled back into her spot, leaning back against the wall. The only sign that she had even moved was the thin sheen over her lips, wet with her own saliva, and a small, pleased smirk. 
You did not allow yourself to think about it, ignoring the way your skin burned where she had touched you as though she were a wildfire. You sounded breathless even to your own ears when you said, in barely more than a whisper, “Truth or dare?” 
“Truth.”
“What are we doing here, Ellie?” The words were out before you could stop them, slipping from between your teeth and hanging in the air like helium. The words felt almost tangible, and yet you couldn't grasp them, couldn't draw them back into your throat. 
For a moment, you thought Ellie would grace you with an answer. She opened her mouth, and you thought maybe she would finally stop playing this game and let you breathe. Instead, just like before, she brought the bottle to her lips and held your gaze. You tried not to watch the way her throat moved as she swallowed. 
She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and recapped the bottle, settling it between you. “Truth or dare?” 
“Truth.” You felt you could no longer trust yourself with any dare she gave you. Your hands were already shaking from clenching the sheets.
“How would you rate your last kiss?” 
You squinted at her, confused by the innocence of the question after everything that had happened in the past hour (had it only been an hour?). “My last kiss was with that one girl I met at the bar a few weeks ago. She was drunk and way too sloppy, but she was hot. I guess I'd give it,” you paused, trying to remember the moment past the haze; you couldn't even remember the girl's name, “a six.” 
Ellie raised her eyebrows, her eyes widening. “A six?” She shook her head, clicking her tongue in disapproval. “You’ve got to be fucking with me. A girl like you deserves more than a six.” 
“A girl like me?” Your voice sounded deafening in the quiet. You thought it had started to rain; you could hear the pitter patter on your window, could see the way it broke up the streetlamps outside like a mosaic. 
Ellie was nodding almost absently, watching the rain. Her lips parted, and you didn’t expect her to hesitate before she said, “Yeah. A girl like you… deserves to be kissed like it’s the last gasp of air to someone drowning.” You watched her mouth as she spoke, even as your mind screamed at you to look away. You scolded yourself, screaming to end this now, but your body refused; it ached to draw her near, a tangible pain in your chest. “A girl like you should get one of those movie kisses - you know, like when the hero saves the day and shit and he kisses his girl and it’s like the world didn’t matter as long as he saved her. The kind that has the whole fucking theater holding their breath. A girl like you…. Fuck….” She trailed off her rambling. Ellie ran a rough hand through her hair, making the strands stick up at odd angles, and finally looked at you. There was a fire in her eyes, blazing in the dim light. “You deserve to be kissed like they’ll die if they can’t have you.” 
Something had stopped in your chest - maybe it was your breath, maybe it was your heart. Your blood rushed in your ears, and you feared the thrum of your heartbeat was so loud it filled your entire bedroom. Your traitorous heart pressed at your bedroom walls, filling up the space and leaving room for little else. 
Your voice was only a whisper, and you wanted to kick yourself when you said, “We should really go to bed. I have an exam tomorrow.” 
Your roommate pressed her lips together, and she did not break eye contact as she said, “Dare.” 
You shook your head, looking away from her to try, desperately, to break whatever spell had taken hold of you; but your eyes were drawn back to her as if she were the only fucking light in the dark. You had to get a hold of yourself before you did something you’d regret, but you felt intoxicated with something far stronger than the cheap vodka you had bought from Walmart. 
“You’re drunk, Els,” you said, and you sounded so breathless you may as well have given up then and there. 
Ellie leaned closer, holding your gaze, and you could see the exact shade of desire in her eyes. She was so fucking warm - your head spun from it, heat radiating from her skin when she planted a hand on the bed right next to your hip. Her wrist brushed against the bare skin under your shorts, and you felt her voice vibrating in your chest when she said, “Dare.” 
And it was like she had finally pulled the last fucking thread that made you unravel, because you couldn’t stop yourself - didn’t even think to - before you said, “Kiss me.” 
You only had a second to register the smile pulling at the edges of Ellie’s lips before she grabbed your face and pulled you in to smother it. You had never imagined what kissing Ellie would be like - had never allowed your imagination to wander so far over the edge - but she did not kiss like she was drowning. She kissed with the same slow gentleness as when she played the guitar, her long fingers plucking at the strings with the careful deliberation of a lover. 
And she felt so fucking warm. You were high with it; high with the heat radiating from her fingers pressed to your cheeks; high from the way her breath snaked past your parted lips, gentle huffs of warmth against your skin. Your head swam as you pressed into her, your hands tangling into the fabric of her shirt, fingers unsure even as you ached to pull her closer. 
Ellie pulled back for a moment - for only a moment, but each second her lips weren't on yours caused an ache in your chest. Her eyes hovered inches from yours, so fucking green it was dizzying - though you couldn't see much of the color passed the eclipse of her pupils. Her cheeks were flushed - from the vodka, from something else entirely - her freckles popping against the color. You could only imagine how you looked, could feel the desire written across every inch of your face. 
Your fists tightened in her shirt, and you used the leverage to pull her back into you; and suddenly, it felt like you were the one drowning. You couldn’t breathe as Ellie devoured you, the gentleness replaced with a hunger you hadn’t known lived inside her. She pressed her tongue against the seam of your mouth until you relented, opening up to her, a soft sound escaping your throat when her tongue ran along the roof of your mouth. 
That sound - nothing more than a breathy sigh - ignited something in Ellie. Suddenly, she was all teeth and tongue and hot, hot breath in your mouth, sucking your bottom lip between her teeth. She bit down when a shaky sigh forced its way from your throat, soothing it with her tongue and swallowing the moan it elicited. Her hands were in your hair, the strands twisted between her fingers, and when you bit down on her lip, she pulled - you gasped at the sharp pain on your scalp. 
“Fuck,” she cursed against your lips, and you could feel that single syllable, hot breath in your mouth that you wanted to swallow. She didn’t continue for a long time, couldn’t form any other words past the way her lips made you unravel. Her hands trailed down your shoulders, fingers grazing lightly over the bare skin of your arms, before finding your hips, gripping them in a vice and tugging you closer. “Fuck, come here,” she said, her voice nothing more than a low growl that you felt in your chest. 
And you were drunk - from the cheap vodka and sleep deprivation and Ellie. You were drunk on the way her eyes were eclipsed, her lips red and bitten and swollen, parted so you could feel each exhale against your cheeks. Her eyes were dark, hooded. Her fingers dug into your hips, and you were drunk, but shit, how the hell could you say no to her? How could you possibly say no when she was looking at you like she was starving? 
Her hands guided you closer so you swung a leg over her hips and settled in her lap, your hands braced on her shoulders. She leaned her head back against the wall and just looked at you for several long moments, biting down on her lip. You couldn’t stop watching her mouth, mesmerized as she said, “Fuck, look at you.” 
And then she was kissing you again, her hands gripping your hips like it was a lifeline. Your hands found their way to her hair, curling your fingers in the short locks, using it as leverage to pull her closer. You could feel how each point of your body fit into hers; your thighs against her legs, her hands curling perfectly over the swell of your hips. You could feel the swell of her breasts against your chest, and you so badly wanted to feel her skin against yours. You felt like you’d go crazy from the raw want radiating from your body. 
Ellie’s lips traced a map across your cheek, down your jawline. You tilted your head so she could kiss the hinge of your jaw, the spot right below your ear. She paused there, planting hot, open-mouth kisses across your neck, before her teeth bit down on that sensitive spot, pulling the skin into her mouth, and you practically melted into her. You couldn’t control the sounds falling from your lips like honey, gripping at her hair as she soothed the bruise with her tongue. 
“Ellie….” Your voice was nothing more than a whimper; you swallowed hard and tried again, pressing a hand firmly at her shoulder. “Ellie.” 
She only hummed against your skin, and you could feel the vibration against your pulse. The sound went straight to your stomach and dipped even lower when she bit at your collarbone. 
The next time you said her name, it came out as a moan; you cleared your throat. “We can’t do this - you’re drunk, Els.” 
Your roommate hummed again, but she relented, leaning her head back against the wall to look up at you. And - fuck. Her lips were red and swollen, still wet from the kiss. Her cheeks were flushed, and - God, her eyes. You had never understood the term bedroom eyes, but Ellie looked at you as though she wanted to devour you. Like any second her hands weren’t on you was torture. Like she wanted to bite and kiss and taste every inch of your skin. 
“Truth or dare,” she said, her voice so hoarse you had to clench your thighs around her hips. 
“What?” 
“Truth or dare,” she repeated, her eyes never leaving yours. And this wasn’t part of the game, but you played along anyway, unable and unwilling to tell her no. 
“Truth,” you sighed. 
One of Ellie’s hands traced up your side. She ran her fingers across your collarbone, up your throat, before stopping to cup your jaw, her skin rough against yours. “Do you want this?” 
You nodded, the vodka making it impossible to feel shy. 
“How long have you wanted this?” Ellie’s thumb pressed at the seam of your lips, and you let your mouth fall open. She watched, hypnotized, dipping just the tip of her thumb between your lips before withdrawing. 
It was against the rules - two questions for one truth - but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “A long fucking time.” Your voice was weak and breathy, and you couldn’t bother to be embarrassed about that either. Your attention had narrowed in on Ellie, and the way her fingers skirted across your chest, the way her other hand gripped your hip - how you could feel the warmth of her thighs between your legs. 
Taking your chin in her hand, she drew you closer, and you could feel her lips moving against yours: “So what the hell is stopping us?” 
This time, when she kissed you, you did melt into her. You gripped her hair in your fists and swallowed the moan it drew from her, shivering when her teeth caught on your lip. She had both hands on your hips again, and she gripped them so hard you were sure you’d find bruises there in the morning in the shape of her fingers. She pulled you closer, pulling your hips down into her; the friction through your pajama shorts made you moan against her lips. 
And you decided to play her game. 
“Truth or dare?” you said, drawing away just enough to see the eclipse of her eyes. 
Ellie, always stubborn, murmured, “Dare.” 
You tugged at the hem of her shirt, your fingers brushing the warm skin beneath; you marveled at the shiver that ran through her body. You ducked your head to kiss along her jaw, pressing the words into her skin. “Take this off.” 
She didn’t waste any time tugging the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor before skidding her fingers over the bare skin above your shorts. You lifted your arms and let her pull your shirt over your head before realizing you weren’t wearing anything beneath. Who wears a bra to study in their own apartment? 
But you didn’t have a moment to cover your body in embarrassment before Ellie’s lips were on you again, as if it pained her to not taste you for even a moment. Her hands spread across your back, pulling you into her as she peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses across your collar; you hissed when her teeth bit down over your collarbone, soothing the pain with her tongue. 
“Tell me to stop and I'll stop,” Ellie said, her voice muffled as she kissed down over your chest; you shivered when her teeth sank into the skin of your boob, sucking another bruise there. She certainly loved leaving her signature on any inch of your skin that her mouth could reach. 
You groaned low in your chest, your fingers tugging at her hair, pulling a gasp from her lips. You almost didn’t recognize your own voice - breathy and thick with desire - when you said, “Please don’t stop.” 
The next thing you knew, Ellie was shoving you off of her lap; your back hit the mattress, your head just barely missing the headboard, but you couldn’t even think about that. Your roommate was crawling over you, and you were hypnotized by the way her muscles tensed, her arms caging you against the bed. Her skin was fucking obscene, smooth plains stretching for miles, cast in liquid gold in the lamplight.
“God, look at you,” she said again, pressing a kiss to your clavicle. Her hand was like worn clay when it traced a teasing line over your hip. Her voice was muffled against your skin, but you caught the end of her sentence: “- so fucking pretty.” 
Your only response was a choked gasp when Ellie pressed the flat of her tongue to your nipple. You gripped her shoulder, feeling her lips close around you as she sucked your skin into her mouth; you winced when she released it, feeling her teeth graze maddeningly over your nipple. 
“Truth or dare?” she said into your skin, her voice vibrating in your bones. 
You groaned, gripping her shoulder when she licked a line over your other nipple. If you had thought about this (which, if anybody asked, you didn’t), you never would have imagined your roommate being such a fucking tease. 
She hummed, and you could feel the vibration in every nerve. For a moment, you couldn’t find your tongue, your voice caught in your chest until she released your skin with a pop of her lips. She looked up at you, batting her eyes, and dammit if your body didn’t arch, searching for her mouth again. 
Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched you through her lashes, an intoxicating smirk across her lips; they were still shining wetly. She broke you from your thoughts when she murmured, “Use your words, angel.” 
Your thighs clenched around her words, automatically and unconsciously. You were sure you could get drunk on the way her voice filled the room, rough and rich as the chords she played. It was through clenched teeth that you said, setting your pride aside, “Dare.” Your cheeks burned when it came out as a moan. 
You could feel her smile against your skin as she kissed down your stomach, silent for several long, torturous moments. You felt her teeth sink into your hip bone briefly, your hips jerking at the sensation. It earned you a chuckle before you felt Ellie’s hands pressing your hips into the mattress, holding you still. You groaned low in your throat when you felt her tongue against the skin over the band of your shorts, licking a stripe right above the fabric before taking the elastic between her teeth and tugging. You jumped when she released it, the band snapping back against your skin. You didn’t have to look at her to see the sparkle in her eye. 
You swore your heart stopped completely when she murmured, “I wanna go down on you.” 
Despite this game she was insistent on playing, it wasn’t said like a dare; it was said like a question, or a request. There was no expectation behind it. Ellie was asking, you realized with dizzying satisfation, for permission. 
“Fuck.” It came out as only a breath, a whisper against your tongue. Your fingers ached from gripping the sheets and she hadn’t even touched you yet. “Fuck,” you tried again, and it was a groan this time but at least it was louder. “Yeah. Yeah, please, fuck.” Words were just falling from your lips because when you looked down, Ellie - your roommate, your friend - was watching you, propped between your legs with that fucking smirk, and how could you possibly string together a complete sentence? 
And Ellie… didn’t. She didn’t follow up on her dare. Not immediately, at least. No, she took her sweet fucking time - always so damn precise, taking her time in hooking her fingers over the band of your shorts. She pulled them down so slowly you could feel every inch down your legs. And then you were lying beneath your roommate in nothing but your underwear - and dammit, if you had known this would be happening, you would have opted for something a little sexier than a cotton pair with constellations on them. 
Ellie smiled. “Cute,” she said, before sinking her teeth into the flesh of your thigh. You were thankful it was cold out - you’d have to wear layers to hide all the places her mouth had been. 
Your roommate ducked her head, and you gasped when you felt her press a featherlight kiss against the fabric of your underwear, right where warmth pooled between your legs. 
You huffed, twisting the sheets between your fingers. “God, you’re such an asshole - fuck-” You were cut off when Ellie licked a stripe up your panties, warm tongue pressing against your throbbing clit. You moaned at the relief, feeling the wetness of her mouth through the fabric. It wasn’t enough - you needed to feel her against you, needed her tongue to unravel you piece by piece. You pressed your hips down against her lips but her hands held you in place. 
You huffed out a breath, her name slipping from your lips when you moaned. “Ellie….” 
And then she was yanking your underwear down your hips; you gasped, lifting your ass to help her shove them down. She had only gotten them just below your knees before she was pressing back in, too impatient to finish the job. 
And - fuck, her mouth. Ellie’s mouth was fucking magic. You moaned into the quiet room when she pressed the flat of her tongue against your pussy, licking a stripe between your lips. You couldn’t control the curses slipping between your teeth when her tongue made teasing circles around your clit until you were whimpering, aching for her. She had released your hips to dig her fingers into your thighs, nails digging in, and you’d surely have crescent-shaped bruises there tomorrow - even more to cover up. You pressed your hips down against her, groaning, her name only a whisper: “Fuck, Els-” 
And then she finally, finally, gave you what you wanted. 
Ellie ate pussy like it was her fucking job, like she was clocking into a shift and working her ass off for those tips. She lapped at your clit like she was starving, pressing her lips against you until you were dizzy, your entire body tuned in to the warmth of her tongue and the gentle graze of her teeth. You shuddered when you felt that tongue press into your core, a brief pressure that pulled curses from your lips, words tripping over each other: “Ah - fuck - fuck, Ellie - oh my God, fuck-” 
It didn’t take long for tension to build in your stomach. You were intoxicated; you were tipsy, yes, but something about the way Ellie moved her tongue - long, slow circles around your clit, using the flat of her tongue to draw you closer to the edge - was like a damn drug. You got what you wanted: She unraveled you with her tongue, tugging curses from your lips. You could hear your own moans echoing against your quiet bedroom and you couldn’t even feel embarrassed about it. 
Ellie took your clit between her lips and sucked, pulling you into her mouth and-
A long, low moan pulled at your throat when you came. Your hand came up to grip at her hair, fingers twisting in the soft strands. She moaned when you pulled, and the vibration against every nerve pushed you further; you could feel your orgasm in your chest, could feel it trembling in your thighs. 
Ellie worked you through it, her tongue dancing against you as you rode out your high. She didn’t stop, pressing her lips against you, dipping her tongue into your core again, until you were shoving against her head, your hips bucking at the sensitivity. 
When she raised her head, she was grinning, that wicked, infuriating grin she always had when she was pleased with herself. She rested her head against your thigh for a moment, watching you as you blinked the stars from your eyes. You relaxed your fingers in her hair, smoothing your thumb across her temple. 
The only thing you could say, breathless and dizzy, was, “Fuck, Els. What the fuck?” 
Ellie laughed, the sound unarming the silence around you, the anxiety of what this meant. She pressed a kiss to your thigh, right over the little indentations where her nails had dug into the flesh, and just said, “Yeah?” 
You giggled, tugging at her hair gently. You looked down at your roommate - and you didn’t know what this meant for the two of you, but that could be a problem for tomorrow, when you weren’t drunk and sleep-deprived and naked beneath your friend. For now, you only said, “Truth or dare?” 
Ellie blinked, raising an eyebrow, and said, “Truth.” 
You considered not asking for a moment, unsure if you wanted to know, but curiosity pressed at you until you asked, “What do I taste like?”
The grin spread wider, Ellie’s eyes sparkling as she pushed herself up. She crawled up your body, taking a moment to press a kiss to your stomach, to the bruises she had left littered across your chest - you moaned when she took a nipple briefly into her mouth. She kissed her way up your neck, across your jaw, sucking at the skin beneath your ear - another fucking bruise to worry about. God, it was like she wanted her signature on you, branded in every inch of your skin. 
Her face hovered an inch above yours, propping herself up on her elbows, smirking. She leaned in close, leaving room for you to turn away if you wanted. Instead, you tilted your chin up and kissed her again. 
You wrinkled your nose at the metallic taste of yourself against her lips. You didn’t like it, the way your own scent wafted over you. But fuck if you didn’t open your mouth when you felt Ellie’s tongue pressing at the seam of your lips. She moaned when your tongue ran along the roof of her mouth, pressing into the taste of you. 
When she pulled back, her eyes were soft, her cheeks flushed. “Like that.” 
You rolled your eyes, turning your face away; you had to admit, even if you hated how you tasted - tasting yourself against her tongue sent a wave of heat between your legs all over again. You only said, “Gross.” 
Ellie leaned in again, and you felt her lips ghosting against your jaw. You felt her breath against your skin when she whispered, “Truth or dare?” 
You lifted your chin to give her access to your neck, sighing when she pressed a kiss against your pulse. “Truth.” 
Her breath huffed against you when she chuckled before raising her head to meet your eyes again, that same cocky smile spread across her lips. “Was that better than a six?” 
“Oh, fuck off.” You shoved against her until she rolled off of you. 
She flopped back against the mattress, still laughing, but she was holding her arm out for you. You only hesitated for a moment - but even if she was your roommate, she just made you see stars, so it’s not like cuddling would push against the boundary you had already broken. You curled into her, laying your head on her chest, the sports bra she was still wearing soft against your cheek.
You sighed, skimming your fingertips against the warm skin of her stomach. “Yeah,” you whispered before you could stop yourself. “Definitely better than a six.” 
You were starting to fall asleep, your eyes growing heavy, your study notes effectively forgotten. You burrowed into her further, wrapping your arm around her and pressing your fingers against her hip. You briefly wondered where the vodka bottle had ended up in the mess, but Ellie didn’t seem in any particular hurry to untangle herself from you, so you figured it could wait - surely it would be okay if she slept in your room for one night.
Just before you dozed off, you heard Ellie murmur, “You left the window open.” 
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hey guys long time no see ! this was purely inspired bcos i think its HOT when guys hold their gfs legs open when they fuck. naturally im thinking of steve <3 enjoy! MDNI this entire blog is 18+ fem!reader
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Fire burns beneath your skin.
Pure flames of desire that seem to start in your gut, licking and settling alight every nerve in your body. The fire within you hums and you burn up deliciously in it, trying so hard to stay still and feel everything.
Your breath hits the pillow, its soft feel pressed up against your cheek. Steve's chest drags against your bare back. You can feel the muscles of his chest shift, the drag of his chest hair as his bicep bulges over and over from a repeated motion.
The motion being his hand, buried between your thighs.
"Want you to..." Steve's voice breathes in your ear, that rasp in it that clues you in to how turned on he is. How keyed up he is. His forearm nudges at your thigh, pressing it outwards. "Want you to keep 'em spread for me, baby."
You swallow a gasp as his thumb passes over your clit teasingly. You nod against the pillow and your thighs part further without even thinking about it.
"That's it," Steve coos. This close, you can feel the curl of his smile against your neck. He's practically purring when he says, "That's my girl."
You're spreading yourself for him, your drooling cunt on display for him to play with, and the thought only fuels the dribbling, burning hot feeling in your gut. A whimpery noise pulls from your throat.
Steve kisses the skin of your neck generously, slow languid kisses that make your nipples peak against the sheets. A scrape of teeth. Heat burns between the shared skin.
Long, thick fingers draw circles at your entrance and you can't help how your back arches to push down onto them, a stuttering gasp escaping you. He's been teasing you for too damn long tonight.
"S-Steve."
His name has never sounded so filthy.
"Mm? What is it, baby?"
He's still circling your entrance tantalizingly, his thumb dancing over your clit so perfectly, so teasingly. Asshole. Teasing, stupidly hot, too-good-with-his-fingers asshole.
"Please," Is all you can manage, voice weak.
It's all you need for Steve give in, sinking his finger into your cunt and pulling simultaneous groans from both of you. You can feel the rumble of it against your spine. Your head tips back instinctively, your cunt fluttering in bliss.
Steve doesn't give you a moment to relax into it, another finger joining as he pumps them in. Lewd noises leak out as his fingers setting a punishing pace. They curl expertly, hitting the spot that makes your hole clench around him with every thrust of his fingers.
You clutch the sheets, your leg quivering and threatening to fall. A moan you can't contain pools in your chest and you bury your face in the pillow to muffle it.
Your hand shoots down to hold Steve's forearm — half to make sure he won't stop, half to keep yourself from falling apart too soon.
"God, look at you," Steve murmurs, his voice hot with praise.
All your whimpery noises, pressed into the pillow, going straight to his cock. It thickens in his boxers, straining against the fabric and Steve shivers in anticipation.
You can feel his trail of kisses up your neck but you know he’s watching the way your hips rock down onto his fingers. A fiery desire licks up your spine at the hardness you feel behind you. You feel yourself grow slicker at the feel of it, your mouth almost watering.
Steve's hips rolls up against yours roughly, no doubt eager to gain the same pleasure you were getting. His quiet grunts mix with your whiny breathes, pleasure burning and bubbling hotter and hotter.
Then a filthy moan scrapes out his throat when you clench down around his fingers — which disappear between your legs in a moment.
You barely get a moment to pout, a soft whine sounding, before you hear the fabric of his boxers being pushed down. It's frantic sounding, like he can't wait another second, like he needs to be buried inside you. You need it just as bad. You whine again.
"Sh, sh, sh, sh," Steve soothes, all too aware of your every noise. His needy baby. "I know, I got you."
His hand finds the bend in your knee and he holds it for you, keeping you spread for him. His nose nuzzles along your neck, kissing and suckling as he finally, finally, sinks his cock into you in one slow stroke.
You keen. A pitiful cry escapes your lips, the coil in your tummy twisting tighter at the gravelly moan that Steve makes. His hot breath of your neck, his closeness, the stretch of him inside you — you quiver and whimper, your cunt gushing on his cock.
"Oh f-fuck, honey," There's that whiny hitch in Steve's words now, the way there always is when nears pussy drunk.
You can feel the urge to close your shaky legs with how you cunt throbs in pleasure but Steve's hand is still tucked under your knee, keeping them apart, as he starts to rock into you.
The lewd noises from before return, the wet sound of your slick as Steve ruts into you. His hips move fast, his pace building.
A ragged moan drools from your lips and you push your head back instinctively, searching for more Steve. He's there already, his kisses resuming up your neck feverishly, his thrusts not faltering.
"Ste— Stevie," You gasp needily, letting one of your hands slip over your waist to hold him however you can. Your fingers find his bicep and you clutch it, breathy noises punched out with every roll of his hips. Steve groans loudly.
"God, you feel so fuckin' good around me," He pants, thick cock driving into you steadily enough to make you melt. He drops his hold on your leg for a moment, his hand darting up to your face. He pushes back the hair in your face, his lips kissing the exposed skin as he does.
"My pretty fuckin' girl," He hums, voice wavering in his own pleasure.
Your thighs start to ease close without thinking and Steve snakes his hand down, slapping lightly at your clit with his large hand. It makes you squeal, your legs jumping apart and your hole clenching down on his cock deliciously. Steve moans again, a thread of a whine in it.
"Told you," He huffs breathlessly, lips dragging up the sensitive skin of your neck. He nips at your ear. You whimper. "To keep 'em spread for me. You can- you can do that f'me, can't you?"
It's a trick question because there's no way you can answer anything right now. Steve's thrusts slow for a moment, as if he's giving you a moment's reprieve, only for you to realise it's for a more sinister reason all together.
He shifts forward and lets his hand find its place under your knee again, holding your legs apart, and this time when he fucks back in, your whole body twitches.
You make a pitiful noise, something between a moan and a gasp. And then you make it again and again, as Steve drives his cock into your cunt, hitting the spot every single time.
"Oh, there she is." Steve coos. "Is that it, yeah? That spot feel good, honey?"
It would nearly be embarrassing, the little uh, uh, uh's you keep making, if it didn't feel so fucking good. You thought you were on fire before but now you're molten. Your skin blazes. Pleasure twists the coil in your gut tighter. You clench down on Steve's cock and gush at the whimpery noise he makes.
"I- ngh, shit—" He's panting now, beginning to become undone at the silky feel of you wrapped around him. "I asked -ah- you a question, baby."
You wail softly into the pillow, head curling in. Your head swims in delirious pleasure, the question he asked a minute ago long gone. You whine at his cruelty, your mind utterly distracted by the filthy squelchy noises he's fucking out of you.
"B-Baby can't think right now?" Steve teases, his thrusts turning shallow but faster. He hikes your leg up higher, pulled back towards his hairy thigh. "Getting fucked too good, huh?"
"Uh huh," Your voice comes out all whiny, the words drooling out your mouth. Your cheek brushes the pillow as you reply, eyes screwing up as the tightness in your stomach looms closer, hotter, nearly bursting. You grip his bicep tighter.
"Pleasepleaseplease, don't- don't stop, baby, I'm— I'm," The words rush out of you in a frantic babble. "Please, fuck- I'm, uh,"
A moan warbles out of Steve at your pleading, feeling his balls draw up as his own orgasm creeps up on him. He dutifully listens to his baby, still fucking himself into you with a lustful fervor.
"Gonna cum?" He grunts. You whine.
"I wanna see you cum," Steve rasps, his tummy flexing as he tries to hold back his mounting pleasure. "C'mon, baby, cum all over my cock, yeah? Show me how good it is."
His hand slips from your beneath your knee once more, sliding down to pat at your clit and it's all it takes. You unravel. The heat in your bloodstream gives way to pure euphoria, confetti pumping through your body as you gasp and moan. Your cunt clenches and flutters, throbbing in just the right way.
Steve's hips stutter, the sudden snugness of you pushing him over the edge. It's everything to hear the little inhale he does; the whimper he makes as his cock twitches inside you, dribbling hot ropes of cum.
He keeps moving, milking out every dreg of pleasure for the both of you. Your hand on his arm shifts, moving up, searching for his face and when you tangle your hands in his hair, it's to turn and kiss him. It's sloppy, your lips barely aligned. Still, it hums with love.
The kiss breaks. Slowly, the pleasure and his movements taper off, til Steve's easing himself out of you. A warm buzz sits over the room, satisfaction rolling off the both of you in waves. You feel faint, a sluggish happy feeling settling into your skin.
"Mm, you okay?" Steve's voice sounds from behind you.
You're still snuggled close together, Steve dropping his head into the crook of your neck to nuzzle into it. You huff a happy laugh, reaching a hand up to bury it into his hair like you know he loves.
"More than okay." You sigh happily. Steve's responding hum vibrates against your shoulder. "You just fucked my brains out, baby."
Steve makes a little noise, a half-hearted snort. He kisses the curve of your shoulder again. "Just doin' my job."
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iwaizumis-bitch · 4 months
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𝔦 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞~
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𝔰𝔶𝔭𝔫𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔰: haikyuu men and reader (you!!!) getting freaky on camera
𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: f! reader, degrading names, creampies, photography during sex, tummy bulging.
𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1182
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KIYOOMI SAKUSA
it was a well known fact amongst all of kiyoomi's closest friends that a polaroid photo of you sat in the front card slot sakusa's wallet. it was a photo of you with a nervous smile and a large bouquet of tulips, taken the night of one of you and kiyoomi's first dates. you smiled at the photo, remembering the memory fondly.
just as you were about to fold the wallet shut, the border frame of another polaroid sticking out the top caught your eye. you'd flipped through kiyoomi's wallet countless times, whether it be grabbing some change to tip the doordash driver or to grab his coffee card to stamp, but never once had you noticed another polaroid.
you let out a small huff of confusion, pulling out the photo. your face immediately warms up as you're greeted with the sight of your own face, only this time your tongue was out and painted with streaks of white. your eyes were squeezed shut from the flash and a slender hand was wrapped around your bitten neck. you remembered sakusa told you that night, 'you look like a bona fide cumslut', and there was no doubt about it.
you felt an ache between your legs as you remembered all the things kiyoomi had done to you that night. all the filthy praise and condescending names he called had you take a sharp breath in. and like a predator drawn to its prey, you felt a looming presence behind you and a hand coming up to slide the polaroid next to the on display polaroid of you.
'everyone knows you as such a sweet girl', he coos into your ear, stroking his thumb over the bouquet of flowers. your heart skipped a beat as you felt his erection grind up against your ass, his nose nuzzling against your hair.
'but only i know the real you'.
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HAJIME IWAIZUMI
'shit', iwaizumi groaned as his hips stuttered, slamming into your ass one more time as he filled your cunt with his cum. his hips rolled against yours, teeth gritted as he made sure to release every drop inside of you. his biceps trembled, finally letting himself plop down on top of you, kissing against the side of your neck. as blissful as he felt like this, he was a gentleman before anything and quickly began on aftercare.
he slowly pulled out, trudging to the en suite to fetch a washcloth. after running it under the tap, he gently moved your hair from your neck, placing the cool cloth where he could see you were sweatiest. he let out a little laugh at your hum of relief, watching the side of your face disappear into the fold of your elbow.
he moved down, gently spreading your legs apart watching as his cum started to trickle out and down your thigh. his cock immediately perked up again, rubbing his thumb over the skin of your inner thigh. it was such a pretty sight, he wanted to be able to see you like this whenever he wanted. his eyes snapped to his phone, nestled among the bedsheets, and a perverted idea came to his head.
'y/n?', he asked gently, hand resting on your lower back. it wasn't uncommon for you to fall asleep after being bred, especially after a long day of work. at your lack of reply he grabbed his phone, quickly swiping to open his camera. he tapped to make sure the camera was focused, he softly spread open your pussylips, taking a photo of your thoroughly spent pussy, and cum covered thighs.
'whatcha doin?', you mumble, tilting your head back to the side, having been woken from your light slumber at the sound of a shutter clicking. a small smirk was playing on your lips as you saw hajime's shocked face, clearly not expecting you to catch him in such an act.
'sorry', he mumbled, cheeks flaming. 'i'll delete it, you just looked so hot i-', he fumbled around his words, licking his lips.
'mmm, show me', you hum, looking at him expectantly. he pauses for a moment, before moving to lay down on his side beside you, hesitantly bringing up the couple of photos he had taken. he watched as you start to nibble on your lip, zooming into the photo.
'that's hot, keep it', you say, blatant and unashamed, smiling sultrily up at him. 'but please just clean me up so i can go to sleep', and who was he to deny you of anything he asked, he thought, nodding quickly as he grabbed the washcloth, but not before saving the photo to his favourites folder. he kisses atop your head, mumbling against your skin.
'how about you take some of me next time?
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WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA
you had photography to thank for everything in your life, after all, it was how you had first met your husband. as a photography major at your local university, you were one of the few students selected to photograph the Schweiden Adlers season opening match. you were too entranced trying to focus your lens to notice the volleyball flying towards you, only realising the dire situation you were in when one of the players you were supposed to be photographing ran out in front of you, batting the ball away.
well now, wakatoshi was the one too entranced on trying to focus the lens. you knew not to boss him around, but you really wished he'd hurry up and twist the focus ring. you were both laying naked on your bed, you lying on your back with him between your legs, fiddling with the camera. you can't help but let out an impatient whine, reaching out and grabbing his cock.
his eyes snap to yours, jaw locked as he set the camera down. he grabs your chin, rubbing his thumb against your lip. 'where, oh where did my good little girl go?', he teases. his gaze doesn't break as he watches you squirm in fear, albeit he's not stopping you from jerking his cock.
you grab the head of his cock, shuffling forward to press it against the entrance of your pussy. 'i'm here', you mumble around his finger, ashamed of your impudence. before you can even think to start to beg for him to fuck you already, wakatoshi sheathes his entire cock into you in one quick motion.
immediately, your eyes rolled to the back of your head then squeezed shut as a needy moan sounded from your quivering lips. he held your hips in place to stop you from squirming around, and just relished in the feeling of your pussy wrapped so snug around his pulsing cock.
he took his time picking up the digital camera, his other hand resting over the obvious bulge poking out of your lower stomach. 'breathe baby', he reminds you, watching you flounder around in your aroused state. he snaps a quick photo of your stomach, with his hand resting on your him. he scoffs when he hears you whining again, feeling your pussy twitch around him. he chuckles at your desperation, leaning down to whisper into your ear
'how do i video on this thing, i wanna make you my personal pornstar?'
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sttoru · 8 months
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thinking ab suguru and whiny reader 🤞🤞 I mean he already deals w gojo im sure he can deal w us 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
tags. (soft) dom!suguru x female reader. unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bits of dumbification and sprinkle of slapping.
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“suguruu ! please, please..” desperate small whines filled suguru’s ears while he had both your wrists pinned above your head. you looked so pathetic underneath him like that; getting teased and edged until all you could do was whine and beg him for more. he even lost count of the amount of times you’d came already while he hasn’t reached an orgasm even once.
“what’s that, sweetheart?” the dark-haired man coos, knowing damn well what you needed as he pressed his swollen tip just slightly into your gaping hole before taking it out again, “you can keep begging me all you want, but ‘m not fucking you until you can use your words properly.”
you could’ve sworn that you saw stars as your body started to go numb with the amount of pleasure suguru had given you the past hour. his teasing was a form of pure (enjoyable) torture; from ‘accidentally’ grazing his fingertips against your sensitive nipples to fully denying your orgasms. and if you did orgasm without his permission, well, you’d have to start the process all over again.
“suguru.. please—want you in.. inside.” you beg as your hips squirmed around, trying to find a way to somehow take his dick all the way in, instead of just constantly feeling his tip against your aching cunt.
“aht, aht.” suguru tightens his grip on your wrists in response, grabbing your face with his other hand - his fingers keeping ahold of your jaw in a firm manner. he makes you look him in the eyes; strands of his black hair covering parts of his vision.
“don’t you dare move, sweet thing.” he murmurs, pushing his hips slightly forward to tease your poor cunt by rubbing his pre-cum over your folds again, “let me take care of you, yeah? you just use that whiny voice of yours to ask for it.”
you whimper a little, nodding at suguru’s words. you looked fucked out of your mind, yet his cock hadn’t even had the chance to get a taste of that sloppy pussy of yours. when your lower body involuntarily gravitates towards suguru again, you felt a slap against your cheek; not a hard one, but more of a soft tap with the palm of his large hand, “what’d i tell you just now?”
“no movin’— b-but.. !” you were cut off by a hiss from suguru. that was a second warning for you. a third one wouldn’t end good for you. you immediately press your lips together and swallow the saliva that gathered inside of your mouth, looking up at suguru towering above your body with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
his gaze softened once he noticed your defeated self. “good girl. now, beg me to fuck you and i’ll see what i can do, alright?”
suguru was a man of patience. he could do this all day if he wanted to. your needy babbles and whines left him satisfied after all.
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anthoosies · 4 days
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Heyyy, so you said you like some Kuna, so maybe you consider my request 👀 Sooo post battle fucking with Sukuna? With heavy dirty talk, manhandling and praise kink 🤨 (Could be Toji or Gojo, actually, I just think this scenario fits Sukuna more cuz he is wild). But the image of someone of them going back to reader after winning a battle horny af with blood boiling with adrenaline 😵‍💫
nonnie i love you for this. srry this took so long lmao
adrenaline (jujutsu kaisen)
includes: ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro, satoru gojo
cw: reader has afab anatomy, fem language used for reader, unprotected piv sex, they're a little handsy, dirty talk, praise kink, additional warnings for each character
tagging @yunymphs for toji and @ohimsummer, @staryukis for toru. enjoy mooties
nsfw below the cut (minors dni)
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ryomen sukuna (wc: 1.2k)
☆cw: true form sukuna (4 arms 2 dicks lol)
You barely registered the opening of your door, but the hearty bellowing laugh that bounced around your quaint living room and announced his presence let you know exactly what was going on.
"Cmere." Red eyes narrowed as his lips twisted into a joyous grin as his hulking form approached you, large hands circling your waist, another cupping your jaw to bring your lips to his. This kiss was rushed, his lips messily massaging yours, tongue wet and hot once it peeks out to trace your lips. "Celebrate victory with me dollface."
His hands wasted no time in gripping at your supple flesh, rough palms slipping under the loose fabric of your shorts to pinch at your ass, gliding up your stomach to cup your tits, rolling the perked-up buds between his fingers--the gasps that left you giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue between your parted lips, the muscle finding your own and lightly teasing it as he deepened the kiss, grip tightening as he pulls you impossibly closer to him, your smaller form contorting into his. 
"Mmph--" You break the kiss, only for Ryomen to start attacking your neck instead, lips and teeth tugging on the sensitive skin by your jugular, making your head fall back with a throaty moan. "Ryo.."
He shushes you, a large finger pressing against your lips as he laps the faint teeth marks he leaves on your skin, brain too clouded to worry about a conversation at the moment.
Having been pumped up from the rather entertaining fight he had -- he wanted, no needed to claim his prize. Wanted nothing more than to press inside of you, feel your walls flutter weakly around his girth, accepting the stretch as you mewl and paw at him like you always did.
When he's in this state, pumping you full of his cum while you covered him in yours was the only way to celebrate.
Swiftly lifting you up, two of his hands make quick work of your shorts, tossing them behind him and he lifts you to your dining room table. his hands move from hips to your thighs, spreading them wide to get a good look a you, your arousal darkening your panties, the shape of your puffy folds visible through the soiled "That's it pretty, keep em open for me."
He lowers himself to be eye level with your cunt, one set of arms holding your legs open as he runs a finger teasingly up your slit, smirking at the way you jolt at the brief stimulation. "Sensitive already? I barely did a damn thing." He continues playing with you through the fabric, walls clenching at each brush over your clit, so needy it beats faintly with your pulse. "Ryooooo--" you drawl out, hips pressing against the pad of his thumb, the pressure on the bundle of nerves much appreciated by your body. "quit toyin' with me.."
Chuckling, he stands up, still towering over you even as you sat on the table. "Gotta make sure you're gonna be able to take it? Do you want me to split you open or somethin'?"
You whined at him, hips bucking enough for the tip of his finger to breach your entrance, a soft gasp following when he presses a second digit into the slick hole, cocks twitching at the way you clamp around them. "Careful darlin'--might bite off more than you can chew if you keep temptin' me."
You chuckled at him, the noise being swiftly cut off by a delicious drag of his fingers that made your head lull back. "Oh please--you're not that much to handle.”
Blood red eyes met yours in a playful challenge, Ryomen quickly reminding you just why he'd cautioned you. While one set of arms held you open for him, he rose up and leaned over the table, his two large cocks stood at attention over you. Butterflies going crazy in the pit of your stomach at the sight of them. He laughed at the shake in your demeanor. "Whats wrong? Forgot what you were in for?
He felt the quiver of your legs under his hands, eyes looking down to see your cunt still glistening, but faintly clenching around nothing at the sight above you, trail of slick making its way down to your ass.
"Still excited I see." He takes himself into his hand, even his large stature doesn't dwarf the size of his cock, and the fact another equally large, equally hard, equally hot cock sat right above it made you squirm with arousal. The bulbous tip dragged along your slick folds, each time it catches your clit making you shudder. “Ryo--fuck’s sake, I can’t wait anymore…”
He quirks a brow at you, but presses himself into you nonetheless, unable to stop the chuckle at the way your eyes widened, walls clamping down on him hard as he presses further. “So impatient--a valuable lesson’s being learned right now, hmm?
You bite your cheek in an attempt to hold back any noises, and you try to hide your pleasure behind a glare, but Ryomen could see right through you. “Loosen her up yeah? You asked for cock, don’t be a wimp about it now. Know you can take it better than this..”
“It's--shit--it's been a while.” You tried to steady your breathing, but the stretch of him was overwhelming. He clicks his tongue, at you, almost disappointingly. “Should’ve let me make you cum then. Make it work, dollface.”
His second cock now leaked precum onto your clit, and the sight gave Sukuna an idea. Taking hold of the hot shaft, he presses it down against your swollen bud, holding it there as he rocked his hips, the mix of stimulation very quickly overloading you with pleasure, your hands reaching to find purchase in the hard muscle of his forearms as he continues to work you open.
With the stomach tightening feeling that built with your impending orgasm, you felt your walls relax around his girth, the glide of him along your walls becoming easier the more you leak all over him. 
“Fuck--look at you now. Taking me like a pro, might have to challenge you a bit more, see if you can fit both--know that ass of yours would love the attention.”
The thought of both holes being filled at the same time only worked you up more, each push of his cock inside of you getting more of your wetness all over him. With you fully warmed up, Ryomen smirked to himself.
Now he could really indulge--god you were too much work when you’re a brat. His hips sped up, smile now devilish as he watched your body take him, tits bouncing each time he bottomed out.
Watching you take him, back arching with every pinch of your nipple and squeeze of the flesh, bulge poking through your tummy as your relaxed walls took him in, legs quivering under his hands from the sheer amount of stimulation your body was getting, fat tears brimming your eyes as your brain struggles to keep up, it all just drove him further. He had a new goal now--to absolutely break you. He wanted you drooling around his fingers, eyes rolled back and unable to speak coherent words. “That’s it, look the best when you’re takin’ dick. Go ahead and soak me yeah? Can tell a greedy cunt like this is just itching to cum.”
toji fushiguro (wc: 662)
☆cw: spit, fingering, full nelson-esque
A large hand cranes your neck to the side so the large man behind you can have access to you. "Open wide gorgeous."
Your eyes flit to his, lazy smirk on his face as he watches you open your mouth with pleasure drunk eyes, letting the glob of spit fall on your waiting tongue before taking your lips in a sloppy kiss, tongue massaging against yours, the large man easily swallowing any noises that left you.
Toji knows he gets a bit, extra, after a good fight. His blood's pumping, body hot and head fogged with the bouts of lust he tends to get coming around you, especially when he's full of adrenaline and testosterone--needing to feel his pretty girlfriend squirm under his hands, feel her clench around his throbbing cock.
"Atta girl baby, go ahead n' swallow, fuck thas' it. Feel you grindin' on me, does it feel good pretty?" Two of his thick fingers are curling and scissoring inside of you, prepping you to take him, and it just felt so good, your hips rolled gently into each curl of the digits to deepen your own pleasure--but it only teased Toji. His cock’s nestled perfectly between the mounds of your ass, trapping him and leaving him almost at your mercy as you rub against him, pre leaking all over you.
"Think you're ready sweet thing--she's cryin' for cock right now." He punctuated the sentence with a light tap to your clit, a whimper accompanying the jolt of your hips at the stimulation. "Go ahead and put it in, know you wanna.”
You shift your hips so his cock now sits in front of your desperate cunt, your fingers quickly grabbing the large appendage and guiding it towards your sopping entrance, walls swallowing him easily as you shimmy your way down the length, your moans shrill as his length nudges in.
Toji grunts behind you, your cute shimmies making his cock press deeper into you, in turn making you clench around him tightly, the pleasure making full movements harder for you. "Need me to take over for you hmm? S'too hard ain't it?"
You turn back to him and pout, head nodding. The way your lashes fluttered, plump lips jutting out--Toji might've just lost it looking at you for too long.
His arms scooped your legs up, your back falling flush against his chest, the swift movement making his length fall out of you with a soft plop--the whine you let out at the loss of fullness made his balls tighten. Smirking from behind you, he grabs himself at the base swiping the tip across your puffy folds, and he can tell by the poorly muffled sounds that you’re trying to keep quiet by tugging your lip between your teeth. Lining himself up to you once more, he presses a chaste kiss to your jaw,
“Poor thing, lemme make it better f’ya.” Planting his feet, his grip on you tightens as he thrusts up into you, making you choke a bit on a gasp. In a swift motion, you were left so impossibly full again, pussy loving how he stretched you, eyes fluttering at how good it felt. 
You bobbed in his grasp at the force of his thrusts, your words being cut off with your giggles because you were having so much fun, nothing compared to this type of treatment, you loved it.
“Mmh, gonna cum Toji..it’s so..”
“So what?” His hips didn’t falter as he kept ramming into you, soft cunt leaving a thickening ring of white cum at the thick base.  
“S’too fuckin good--” Your hand reached down to stroke your clit, muscles shaking as you feel yourself tip over the edge.”Shhh-it!” Your head falls against his shoulder, eyes glazed as he fucks you through it, a calloused hand now guiding yours to keep playing with your clit.
“Atta girl, always so good at takin’ dick. Show me how good you can take loads too, yeah?”
satoru gojo (wc:1.1k)
☆cw: overstimulation, squirting, pussy slaps, seashell position
Whenever Satoru came home to you with that familiar feral glow to his eyes, the knowledge of how the rest of your day will go has your clit start pulsing to life between your legs.
The curl on his lips was bordering on sinister, and you know he was having way too much fun out there. Gods above, you'd hate to know what torment his enemy must've gone through.
"Miss me princess? Know I missed you.."
His hands tilt your chin up, soft lips meeting yours in a greedy kiss, large frame squatting to lift you, calloused hands easily cupping under the swell of your ass, fingers not hesitating to pinch and jiggle the soft flesh.
Satoru always got eager when he was this way, not even taking the time to walk to your shared room but just warping you two there, no time wasting as he peels the thin loungewear off of you, low whistle leaving him as he takes in your naked form for the thousandth time.
He made quick work of you, the look he was sporting was full on hunger, ready to indulge in everything your body had to offer.
His kisses were wet, and the occasional tug of his incisors greeting your skin has you arching off the bed, tits pressing into his waiting hands, molding and playing with the soft tissue like they were stress balls.
Satoru felt so hot--nerves alight and brain hyperactive from the prior excitement and the feel of you in his hands, the taste of your sweat, your smell driving him up the wall--He had to know if you were feeling the same. A hand leaves your breast, slithering down past your waist, down between your legs, a quick pinch to your clit and the downright sinful noise that left you telling him everything he needed to know.
"Don't even gotta prep you sweetness, pussy's already ready to take me, look how wet you are..." Two fingers slip between your folds, dragging up over the eager hole, collecting the slick that oozed out, bringing his soiled digits to his lips to taste you, the action making your cunt pulse with need, more of your arousal dribbling pathetically out of you.
"Legs up pretty, know you love when I get real deep." He taps the heavy length against your beating heat, eyes focus on you, watching the way your folds stretch up as you pull your knees towards your ears.
Your eyes zero in on where his length presses into you, breaths shaky and he feels the way your walls grip him, but Satoru isn’t content with that. He wants you noisy, he wants you grabbing him--he wants to see your pleasure be completely unquestionable. 
"Oh this can't possibly be enough--lemme do it for you." He grips the underside of your knees, pushing them back towards the pillows, cunt spasming around him at the change in depth- a surprised whine leaving you as you splay your hands against his flexed torso, the sensations almost too much as you fall over the edge of an orgasm you didn't know you were close to.
"Ahhh look at you baby, came so fast! Poor pussy can't handle feeling so mmh, so good." His hips didn't stop, the lewd squelching of your cunt getting louder and messier with each thrust, more and more of your juices squirting out and wetting his abdomen.
"S'too much 'Toru, can't handle--fuck--it's too good.." You keened, legs shaking from the stinging pleasure that shot through you each time he bottomed out, tip hitting that spot deep inside that made you keep gushing around him. Your face burned with embarassment at the noises coming from you right now, body brimming with the feeling of another orgasm threatening to wash over you.
"Shhhh, just a little more f'me okay? Need you to hold out, s'gonna feel amazing, promise." His words were rushed and strained, the rhythmic clamping of your walls around him was dizzying. Even with the slick glide your cum provided, it still felt like you were pulling him back each time he pulled out, the pressure around his tip delicious as it pushed through the hot muscle. "Wanna feel you cum again, y'look real pretty when you squirt for me."
Skilled fingers found your buzzing clit, lubed with your cum and rubbing eagerly across it, a choked laugh coming from the man above you as you clench on him again from the pleasure. "Fuck--that's it, show me how good it feels yeah? Always takin' me so damn well...just perfect.."
He's panting, ab muscles sore and straining as he continues to pump into you at an impressive pace, cock determined to wring you dry of everything you have. "Shit--gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up right? Do you want that? You nodded, knowing if you opened your mouth to speak nothing but moans would spill out, not that Satoru cared about that. "Aht, gotta say it if you want me to do it pretty. Tell me about how you want me to press real deep, fill you up all nice like."
He started fucking into you even harder, load ready to spill inside of you at any moment. "Mmh..wanna feel your cum deep inside me Toru--ngh--wanna be all yours.."
"Already all mine ain't cha? No one else has you the way I do yeah? Pussy was made to take my loads pretty." Large hands grab under your knees, spreading you further and pushing you down so he can fuck you further into the mattress, the slight change in angle pushing you over the edge, walls clenching so tight you accidentally push him out.
You feel the way the warmth seeps out, puddle growing under you, droplets decorating you and your boyfriend's hips as he swipes his rigid length across the excited bud, further messying you two.
"There she is," he almost slurs, blue eyes shining through lidded eyes, drunken grin spreading across his face upon seeing your flushed features, small 'oh' leaving you as his thick tip prods into you once more, shaft twitching as he nears his own orgasm.
"S'the fuckin' best--gettin’ to come home and play with this pretty cunt, you're the best prize, only one I ever want, fuckin hell--"
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Hips withdrawing once more to slam into you, his release overtakes him, streaks of hot cum coating your walls with a throaty whine of your name as he lets his head hang, cloud-like tufts that normally sat pretty and groomed now messied from sex, playful grin not once faltering.
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snowberrycherry · 6 months
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PLEASE GIRL, I NEED, LIKE I NEED SO MUCH: innocent Reader Fem! X Ghost! smut+ breeding kink 😭🫶🏻❤️
ghost x innocent fem! reader
warnings: loss of virginity, smut so mdni
a/n yas SRY THIS TOOK FOREVER BABS i hope u like it🐵💋
༯ when you first met he had an internal thought that you were inexperienced. When you became closer you eventually opened told him about the pointless dates and the men who left no impact on you whatsoever his curiosity started. but o when you told him you were a virgin and had little to no experience with any sexual things his interest peaked.
༯ he definitely would talk you through it, saying exactly what he wants to do to your body. he especially likes it when you have to look away from his eye contact from embarrassment and it gets him off so much he’s already lightheaded
༯ he would tell you to open up your mouth and to do your best. as your warm lips wrap around his cock he buries his fingers into your hair and guides your mouth just the way he likes it. ghost loves watching you slowly get the hang of things as your mouth becomes more and more greedy for his dick.
༯ he watches you go from unsure to absolutely cock drunk as you take more and more of him down your throat. the slick sounds echoing throughout the empty barracks. He can sense of just how desperate you are for him to finish in your mouth as he grunts become louder and you bob up and down determined to taste his hot cum .
༯ Ghost would definitely make you ride him especially if it’s your first time knowing you would have the most control over his cock. he bites his lips hard as he watches you sink down on his cock feeling your tight cunt all around him. he waits grabbing onto your hips as you adjust yourself to the new feeling of having him inside of you but he can feel his patience thinning just a bit.
༯ so when you finally start to rock your hips against his, ghosts mind is clouded with nothing but intense pleasure. his gaze his locked where his cock is buried deep in your pussy as he reassures you that you’re making him feel so good as your pace increasingly grows.
༯ as his fucking into you it’s such a spur of the moment when ghost groans out if he could cum inside of you. his proposal was unexpected but the thrill of it made it seem so good which caused him to grip your waist harder and pound into you as hard as he could.
༯ when he can feel the heat blooming in his stomach as he comes nearer to his climax pushing as deep as he can go inside of you. his right hand moves to your tits squeezing and tugging on your nipples as his other hand rubs swiftly at your clit, urging you to cum all over him. right when when he feels you tighten around his cock and let out a small scream that was his breaking point as the knot in his stomach finally let go and he filled your cunt up making a mess of you.
༯ while your both coming down from your high, ghost would pull you against his chest as he caresses your hips, his deep voice reassuring you that you did so good just for him.
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literally fell to my knees i need him in way that would set feminism back 100 years
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misc-obeyme · 3 months
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I tried to resist. (I didn't try at all.)
Instead I got carried away and wrote this.
*drops the Satan cat collar smut and runs*
(Special thanks to everyone who gave me some input on this idea. I'm still rusty with writing at the moment, so I apologize if it's terrible. I'm considering writing an alternate version involving some pegging... so let me know if you wanna see that lol.)
Okay, you can read the alternate version here.
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GN!MC x Satan
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: soft dom!MC, cat collar with bell and cat ears, praising, use of Tantan as a nickname (because I love it lol), lil bit of biting, penetration (reader receiving), please let me know if I've forgotten something
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It might be difficult to tell from an outside perspective, but you knew that Satan was soft for you. The way he trusted you entirely with his feelings, even his anger, let you know that he was perhaps more comfortable with you than anyone else.
So it wasn't entirely a surprise when you started to pick up on some little hints of something he didn't seem to have worked up the courage to ask you directly.
You weren't sure what was happening right away. It started one day when he showed you a collection of cat collars that were for sale online. He scrolled through the pictures on his phone, finally stopping on one with a little bell.
"This one is especially cute, don't you think?" he asked.
You smiled indulgently. "Yeah it is. Are you going to get it for one of the strays in the garden?"
Satan blinked as if he was surprised by this suggestion. He looked at you and the confusion in his eyes was clear. Then you watched as a deep blush spread across his face. "R-right," he said. "Yes."
He immediately changed the subject, but you couldn't stop thinking about his reaction. Like maybe the two of you had been talking about different things.
You puzzled over this for a little while, a suspicion starting to form in the back of your mind.
Confirmation came in the form of a cosplay catalog that Levi left in the common room. The cover featured an anime character wearing cat ears and a collar.
Satan picked up the catalog and you could tell that he had known it was there. "Levi must have left this here," he said. He showed it to you. "Wh-what do you think?"
You looked at the cover. "Hmm," you said. "I like the cat ears. The collar should have a bell, though."
You watched in satisfaction as Satan's face flushed so hard and fast you thought steam might come out of his ears.
After that, you knew what you had to do.
You were careful about your purchase. You made sure it was obtained discreetly.
The collar itself was thick and black with a large silver buckle and a round silver bell. You had chosen black cat ears to match. You left them on Satan's bed with a note that said, Is this what you had in mind? MC.
And then you waited.
The next time you saw Satan was at breakfast. He sat across the table from you and met your eyes directly. He held your gaze for a moment too long before looking away. Nobody else seemed to notice and he acted completely normal the rest of the day.
You had no other indication of his reaction to your gift. For days, you waited for him to do something or say something. Was he upset? He wasn't acting angry.
And then one day you walked into your room and nearly died on the spot. As soon as you recovered, you closed the door and made sure it was locked. And that's when you remembered that everyone else was out of the house today. Was that what Satan had been waiting for?
You turned back to your bed to take in the sight of him.
There he sat, on his knees, with his hands pressed onto the bed between them. The collar was clasped perfectly around his neck, the bell and buckle shining. The cat ears were nestled in his hair, their black tufts a nice contrast to his bright blond. He was frowning, his eyes were closed, his face flushed, and he wore absolutely nothing else.
You slowly approached him, watching him as he stayed still. When you got to the edge of the bed, you stopped. You cupped his cheek, tilting his head to look up at you, even though his eyes stayed closed.
"Look at you," you said softly. "What a beautiful boy you are."
Satan's blush deepened, but he opened his eyes. You saw desire and pleasure and nervousness and embarrassment tumbling through the shades of green.
You brought up your other hand and held his face. "Don't be embarrassed. You look amazing."
The frown eased just a little. "I didn't think you would actually want to do this."
Your eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why would you think that?"
Satan looked away from you. "It doesn't… make you uncomfortable?"
You rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed his forehead. "No. It makes me horny as fuck. And I can see what it's doing to you, too."
You looked down deliberately where Satan's cock had been steadily growing as soon as you got close.
Satan buried his face in his hands, causing the bell around his neck to jingle slightly.
"No, no, no," you said softly, pulling his hands away. He opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but you cut him off with a kiss.
Satan responded to you instantly, opening his mouth for you. As your tongues entwined, you let go of one of his wrists to reach up and grab the collar. You used it to pull his head back, giving you easier access to his mouth as his hand now tugged on the edge of your shirt.
You pulled away to kiss the wrist of the hand you still held, trailing your lips down his arm and up his shoulder. He was breathing heavily as you traced your tongue along the edge of skin where the collar stopped, ringing the bell playfully with your fingers.
Satan moaned, his tugs on your shirt feeble but persistent.
You gave in, moving away from him to remove the shirt quickly, along with all the rest of your clothes. He waited patiently, mouth open, skin flushed, cock straining.
You sat beside him on the bed, putting two fingers beneath the collar to pull him toward you. He moved easily with your guidance, the bell tinkling ever so softly as you caught his swollen lips with yours again.
You ran a teasing finger along the shaft of his cock and it came away covered in pre-cum. Satan whined against your lips and the sound of it sent a shiver through your body.
You pulled away just a little bit. "Use your words, Tantan. Or would you rather meow for me?"
Satan shuddered and the bell tinkled. "Please, MC," he said, his voice low and gruff. It seemed he wasn't quite comfortable enough to meow and his eyes were closed again, his face turned slightly away.
"Look at me," you said.
Obediently, Satan opened his eyes and looked at you. He might have been frowning if he wasn't so overcome with lust in that moment. You took in the darkness of his eyes, the heat clearly visible on his skin, the expression that vacillated between need and embarrassment.
You realized you could tease him for hours if you really wanted to. You also knew that he would let you. Something about the way he was looking at you let you know that he was trusting you entirely. That he was putting himself in your hands, letting you do whatever you wanted to with him.
Certainly, part of this had been previously discussed. The two of you had an established routine, after all. But he was entrusting you with more than he normally did and you recognized that extra vulnerability.
The light of your room hit the silver of the bell around his neck. You took in the collar, the ears. Maybe next time, you could get him to meow for you.
For now, though, you wanted nothing more than to hear that bell chime with every thrust.
You leaned forward, running your fingertips down his cheek. "You're such a good boy," you said, loving the way he seemed to melt whenever you praised him.
You took hold of his collar again, this time pulling him with you as you lay back on your bed. You had considered other positions, but you wanted to see that bell as it sounded through the room.
Satan moved where you guided him, but when you let go of the collar, he no longer waited for your direction. He put his lips on your neck, his hands on your hips, and you could feel the tip of his cock pressing gently against you.
Satan hesitated, pulling up to look into your eyes. It was as though he caught himself being too eager and now he needed your confirmation.
You smirked. "Go ahead. You've earned it."
Satan didn't wait for anything else and he sank his cock into your heat. You arched as sensation filled you, your eyes fixed on the brightness of the bell around his neck.
To your great satisfaction, that bell did indeed jingle with every thrust, louder than it had from anything else. The sound mingled with your own moans as you gripped Satan's arms. He was rumbling deeply, seemingly okay with purring if not meowing.
Satan didn't seem to notice anything other than what he was feeling inside you, but he couldn't hold back from nipping at your skin. You gasped every time his teeth pierced you, a little zing of pain to go with your overwhelming pleasure.
"S-Satan," you moaned out, feeling yourself getting close, the tension rising.
Satan seemed to understand what you needed. He reached between your bodies so he could stimulate you further with his hand. You gasped and your hips rose up into him.
You reached up to grab the collar, wanting to hold onto it as your entire body tensed hard, the brightness shattering behind your eyes as you cried out Satan's name, the bell continuing to tinkle merrily through it all.
Satan strained hard against the collar, but you still had it in your grip. You felt the warmth of his cum filling you and your fingers slipped away as you collapsed back against the bed.
Satan looked at you, a question in his eyes. The cat ears were still on his head, but they were askew, poking oddly out of his blond hair.
You reached up to fix them. "Promise me you'll wear these again."
Satan let out a huff, frowning. "I couldn't refuse you even if I wanted to."
You smirked. "Good thing you don't want to, then."
Perhaps next time, you would bring a little leash, too. You were curious about how he would react to such an addition. Although he seemed unlikely to do this again when his brothers were around, so you might have to wait. You caught yourself kind of hoping one of his brothers would come home just to hear the consistent jingling of the bell on Satan's cat collar.
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lovelyhan · 8 months
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hi beloved. i am here to bother you with the idea of cucking shua by fucking jeonghan in front of him and blindfolding him so he cant watch he can only listen to ur moans and get off to the thought of his best friend fucking the life out of you and he cant even see
03:05 — JH & JS
i was supposed to go to bed but then i remembered this ask exists and now i won't do that anymore 🗿
warnings: cuckolding, smut (MINORS DNI)
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you love your boyfriend. you love him more than anything in the entire goddamn world. so when joshua lets slip that he wouldn't mind seeing you get fucked by his best friend during a silly game of truth or dare at a night out with friends, who are you to deny him what he wants?
unfortunately for your sweet, sweet shua, jeonghan plays out the fantasy in a much more sinister way.
"hear that, joshuji?" he chuckles and you feel every word breathed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "she's soaking. all wet and ready for a cock that isn't yours. how's that make you feel?"
the words are delivered in a tone that isn't so different from a stereotypical villain that's out to take everything away from the main protagonist. but if there's something you know about the nature of your boyfriend's long-time friendship with jeonghan, it's that they bond over the most unorthodox things.
one being: jeonghan being balls deep inside you while joshua sits helplessly on the plush reading chair near the bed — wrists tied together behind his back while a silk black blindfold robs him of his sight all at once.
"can hear her pretty cunt all the way here," he sighs almost dreamily — what a freak, but you adore him for it anyway. "jeonghan-ah, you better fuck her right. nice and sloppy so i can at least hear what you're doing to my girlfriend."
joshua sounds so awfully casual about the entire thing that it makes you wonder if this odd pair has done this before. you wouldn't really put it past them to be insane enough to do that, but whatever girls they tag-teamed before don't matter.
it's your pussy that they want now.
"h-hannie," you whimper, hips gyrating ever-so slightly to give yourself the friction you craved like a drug. "need you to move."
jeonghan lets slip an amused laugh, pulling his hips back only to force you back onto the mattress with a powerful thrust. you mewl at the sensation, loving the way his cock drags against your velvet heat — the way your insides squelch with his intrusion. he feels so much different from joshua and you find yourself wondering if it makes you such a terrible person to enjoy getting fucked stupid on another man's cock.
"both of you are perfect for each other — so fucking demanding," jeonghan comments. "don't worry, shua. i'll rail our sweet baby so good, she'll keep coming back for more."
as promised, jeonghan makes it sloppy. spit dribbling from his puckered lips and onto the spot where his length disappears inside of you. he fucks the stringy liquid into your tight cunt — making the slide easy and smooth and so fucking divine that you're moaning into the sheets in no time.
jeonghan's heavy balls slap against your thighs with every forward thrust — unrelenting with his vigor as his teeth find purchase on the shell of your ear. "so fuckin' cockhungry, aren't you? couldn't be content with shua's? had to let me fuck this tight little pussy to keep you satisfied?"
he says the words sharply — like a knife to the ribcage before he twists the proverbial handle. but all they do is send another rush of slick gushing out of your hole, soaking jeonghan's cock even more as your eyes flutter open to let your gaze land on joshua.
he isn't putting much of a fight, but you see the way his thighs clench with the itch to get up and stuff you full alongside his best friend. the erection straining against his sweats makes your mouth water, wanting nothing more than to take his heavy length into your mouth as jeonghan fucks you from behind.
"tightest fucking pussy i've ever had," jeonghan hisses as he smooths his hands over your ass — squeezing your perky flesh hard enough to leave angry red marks. you arch your back in pure ecstasy. "you're so unfair, joshuji. keeping such a slutty cunt all to yourself when we could've been filling her up together."
joshua lets out a shaky laugh, bottom lip wedged between his teeth with a no-good smile. "i'll give you a call when she's in the mood to get stuffed by two cocks."
"fuck— she got tighter," jeonghan groans before rolling his hips deep enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "you like the sound of that, don't you? both your holes filled with cock? or do you want me and shua inside this tight pussy at the same time? you can take it, right?"
"wan' it so bad," you practically sob into the sheets as jeonghan fucks you harder, faster. "need your cum in me, hannie. please, please, please —"
"fuck, you sound so desperate, baby," joshua moans from his spot in the corner, hips bucking ever-so slightly. "begging so fucking prettily for jeonghan's load. shit. i might just come untouched."
the older man simpers, reaching between your thighs to find that sensitive little nub with unrelenting strokes. "you hear that, sweet thing? your pathetic little boyfriend is gonna cream himself to the sound of you begging for my cum. go ahead, baby. come around my cock so i can stuff you full."
his filthy words coupled with the quick, precise circles he's tracing around your clit makes your walls clamp down on him tightly — milking jeonghan's cock as you muffle a long-winded moan into the sheets.
"that's our girl — our cock drunk princess," jeonghan hisses before slamming his hips against your ass one last time, dumping his white hot cum into your hole until it overflows.
it takes you a while to come down from sheer bliss — so disoriented from that mind-shattering orgasm that you belatedly realize that joshua is right in front of you. blindfold missing, restraints undone.
before you can even ask what's going on, your boyfriend is already taking out his rock hard length out of his soiled sweats — all while his best friend's cock keeps his own cum from leaking out of your sloppy hole.
jeonghan smirks.
"your boyfriend deserves some attention too, right baby?"
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mci-writing · 9 months
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heyy~ may i habe, hcs nsfw of senku, tsukasa, and gen fucking their s/o in the kitchen? like senku you guys fucked up something and waiting on an order, tsukasa takes you while youre making breakfast or something, and gen uses cream from a pastry youre making to lick it off your body? thank you ily i hope i did this right lol.
This has been years in the making, huh?
Sexy Kitchen Times (w/ Senku Ishigami, Tsukasa Shishiou, and Gen Asagiri):
TW: smut, modern/no petrification/post petrification au, small bit of bondage in Gen's part (he ties reader's wrists to the bedpost), no beta whoops, overstim in Senku's part, Tsukasa fucks his s/o next to a still hot stove 🤷🏾‍♀️
Ishigami Senku:
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You had tried warning him from the get-go that substituting the recipe's ingredients with chemicals from his lab would be a horrible idea (esp when he pulled his Bunsen Burner seemingly out of thin air), but nooo he wanted you to trust the science process bc he was more than 1 billion percent sure it would work
Now you were standing in the middle of a nearly destroyed kitchen while ordering from the noodle place down the block, sending your lover a glare he knows a little too well when science experiments that involve you go horribly wrong
He hugs you from behind after cleaning up most of the mess, burying his face in your neck as he pulls you closer to him
This was what your friends deemed the affection maneuver, a move Senku only makes when he knows he might be sleeping on the couch for the night
"Y'know, it's so sexy when you get mad like this, dragonfruit" He'll teasingly whisper along the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses into your skin while his fingers rub sensual circles into your hips
And for the moment, you completely forget about the kitchen debacle when his lips meet yours, turning you in his hold and helping you settle on the counter. He tugs your top off between kisses, nipping at whatever skin he can reach while his one of his hands happily move to fondle your chest
And, like always, it ends with you riding his cock (bc his stamina maxed out smh), your hands gripping onto his thighs for dear life as his tip nudges at a certain sensitive spot while he times the delivery guy through calculating the speed of your rocking and the pitch of your moans, who is definitely 10 minutes late this time
Your brain is mush by the time the food does get there, Senku happily coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with a sweet "Just one more? So I can make it up to you?". It's the closest he can get to you forgetting the whole conundrum and he gets to watch your face shift in overstimulated pleasure
He does still sleep on the couch later that night, but it's only for a couple minutes before you cave and make him eat you out as payback (which you both know is just going to lead to a round of competitive sex, but I'll mind my best)
Asagiri Gen:
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You'd already had an idea this would happen when Gen kept making innuendos about the glaze you'd made for your donuts earlier in the day, but a part of you wasn't really taking his words seriously until he'd told you to wait on the bed
I mean, you couldn't really go anywhere with your wrists tied to the bedpost, but you could hear the small happy pep in his step as he made his way back to you with the icing bag nuzzled snuggly in his hold
"Baby, look what I've got," He eagerly coos as he towers over your body, setting his knee beside you as he slides in closer on the bed. He holds the tip over your lips, squeezing enough for a little bit of the sweet concoction to spill out.
After your tongue swipes the small bit away, he gets to work setting a small dollop on each of your sensitive parts, stopping to admire his work once he finishes
He ensures that you've been licked clean of any stick sweet residue by the time he's finished, keeping track that you're thoroughly prepped before nestling into your welcoming heat
And he happily covers certain areas of your body with the cream again before fully allowing himself to go to town, enjoying the way his cum mixes with the sugary substance on your skin
Shishio Tsukasa:
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"Ts-Tsukasa..." You manage out in an airy tone, tightly gripping the counter as the head of his cock nudges at your entrance. The small sounds you make as he pushes the head all the way in only make him smirk
He leans forward as he pushes fully inside, taking the time to cut the stove off before his hand softly grips your hips and drags you back against him.
"You shouldn't have teased me so much," He softly states into your ear, tugging on the lower back tie of your apron so it hangs freely from your body by the tie around your neck. His right-hand moves to grab at the plush fat of your ass, a smack sounding as he brings his heavy palm down and squeezes as soon as he gets a good grip on it
He easily slides in and out from the perfect combination of spit and lube, the tight hold on your hip allowing him to push and pull against you as he pleases
Each spill of his name from your lips only encourages him to go faster, the breakfast you'd been hard at work creating forgotten with each deep thrust he made inside, stars clouding your mind
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kisses4kaia · 10 months
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BABE WE NEED MORE ETHAN CONTENT MORE WHINY AND NEEDY SHIT
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE !! send ethan reqs u guys i’m dying over here😫🙏
(separate a/n: i'm back! i know you guys probably missed me soooo much but i missed u all so so so much more. so happy to be back. ❤)
smarty🍪- e, landry ,,
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"please," he's given up, his voice was a quiet, defeated plead. you were sat on his aching cock, riding him to oblivion.
he begged permission to utilize his hands, knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists to restrain himself. they were tight at his sides, sheets in between his fingers.
"oh honey, you've been so good," you slow the rolling of your hips until you can look into his sepia-toned eyes. his pupils were blown and his eyes were glossy with tears.
he whimpered at the compliment, and also with frustration due to your lack of movement.
he looked so sad, it genuinely sent a pang to your heart. finally, you nodded. "go ahead, sweetheart." you allowed permission for his hands to land on your hips.
only, he didn't get that message. his hands flew to your hips and flipped the both of you over. the swift movement left you winded as ethan pounded into you repeatedly.
you wanted to tell him to slow down, but it felt so good that you weren't even sure if that was what you wanted.
"come on, i'm almost there. am i making you feel good, momma?" you nodded rapidly. "so, so good, e. so good, don't stop," you breathed out through your moans.
he laughed humorlessly before saying with each thrust, "over. my. dead. body,"
all your senses were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you couldn't hold your orgasm back any longer. the white-hot sensation crashed over you like an ocean tide. you couldn't even recall the moment with how pumped with adrenaline you were.
and from the way ethan's eyebrows furrowed and the way his teeth grinded against each other, you could tell he was close, too.
"c'mon, pretty boy. come inside me, it'd make me so proud," and with just those short phrases, a guttural moan tore from his vocal cords as he came long white ropes into you.
ethan slowly pulled out, watching his coated dick slip out of your cunt ever so easily. he could've come again right there.
when he flopped down next to you, finally getting a real opportunity to catch his breath, you turned onto your side to face him, a thoughtful expression on your face.
"again?"
at first his face read 'you have got to be kidding me', but quickly twisted into a smile before he spoke.
"obviously."
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tags; @themostintellectualblonde @dreamtofus @wannabe-indie-sleaze @insanelycrazyanddelusional
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pearl-kite · 11 months
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Isn't it fun how Sam and Darlin' are allowed some fun time and then suddenly shit hits the fan? So fun 🙃 I had started these before the shit hit the fan, though, and finishing them up was a reprieve from all that angst
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andie-orion · 4 months
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Best Friend - Katsuki Bakugo - pt 2
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A/N: I swear this took forever to post. And the sad part is it's been done for a while. I just didn't know if I wanted to keep going and try to write more of the smut. 😂
Katsuki is a very pivotal part of your life. A cog piece that you're sure your life can't smoothly operate without. But what happens when that relationship starts to change.
Warning: Smut-ish. DNI if you don't like that sort of thing. Toxic, abusive relationship (not with Kat). Kat cussing and angry, duh.
You don't really need to read part one. It's just showing you how protective your bestie is... but just in case you feel inclined:
Part One
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A loud knock cut through the rushing downpour of water, quickly making my head snap off my bent knees and towards the deafening sound. Panic sat deep in my chest, knowing the type of reaction I would get from my best friend if he saw me in this state.  
“How much longer ya gonna be in there, (Y/N)? I gotta take a piss!” I heard Katsuki grumble through the door.  
“I’m almost done,” I yelled, and I was instantly cut off.  
“Yeah, yeah. You said that shit thirty minutes ago. Go masturbate in your bedroom like normal, ya idiot.” 
“Fuck you!” I snapped back at him, annoyed that he always went there first.  
“Yeah, hard pass,” and I heard the lock undo, “come on and cover your shit up. I can’t wait any longer.” 
“Ugh, fine! I’m covered. But hurry your ass up!” and I took my previous position, making sure to keep my head down and away from his view.  
“Why the hell ya sittin’? Wash yourself and get the hell out. Our water bill is gonna be stupid high cause of you.” 
“I’m contemplating my life choices, okay? I like to reflect in the scalding hot water. Gives me peace of mind.” 
“Whatever ya say, ya damn nerd,” He mumbled as he took care of business.  
I hear the flush as Katsuki starts to grumble under his breath about how I’m taking too long. I hear his feet shift closer to the tub and snap at him.  
“Don’t you fucking dare turn around! I’ll murder you, I swear it!” 
“Calm the hell down, pipsqueak. You don’t have anything I want to see anyhow.” He snidely comments, making me wince as I rolled my eyes.  
I hear the sink water turn on, glad he’s done so he can leave me alone to reflect.  
-
Before I could register what was going on, I heard the glass door slide away. My heart jumped into my throat. I couldn’t react quick enough before Katsuki’s warm hand gently traced over my arm, carefully inspecting it. 
He heavily sighed, “What the hell happened to your arm?” 
The tone was far too soft, no doubt he was trying his best to keep his cool. I tried to keep my voice steady. 
“Can you please stop the protectiveness for one second? I like it rough, okay? Please leave, you’re embarrassing me,” I meekly replied, still hiding my face from his constant observation. 
His hand gently ghosts over the handprint left behind. The pressure feeling different than it had been earlier today when I had collected the newly forming bruise. 
I felt the tears slowly escape, thanking everything above that I was already in the shower.  
“(Y/N), that’s bullshit. Please don’t lie to me about this,” he softly spoke, making the tears fall easier.  
His soft tone did something odd to my heartstrings. 
“I’m not lying!” I shouted, getting angry that he was still bothering me about this.  
“Yes, you are!” he shouted, matching my tone.  
Before I could shout back, he pushed his way into the shower, sitting down in front of me not bothering to take any article of his clothes off.  
I instinctively looked up in shock… watching his crimson glare scan over my face and landing on the one thing I was trying so desperately to hide from him. I met his stare and saw the most furious glare I had ever seen cross his face. I gulped, my heart pounding ten-fold, ready for the outburst I was going to receive.  
“I’ll kill whoever the fuck put their hands on you, I swear it! Who was it, (Y/N)?!?” 
“Don’t worry about it, Kat. It’s done,” I squeaked out as he pushed me back into the tub floor, his muscled arms caging me between, making my eyes widen at the action.  
He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, trying his best to calm his raging emotions.  
I didn’t dare speak or move, doing all I could to make sure my chest was as well covered as it could be with my arms.  
His eyes open with a new sense of worry. A look I absolutely dreaded seeing cross his perfect face. The water was beating down on his black skull muscle shirt, flattening the back of his typically fluffy hair and making it slowly slick to his face. 
I could only hear the sound of the water falling, our quick breaths, and my heartbeat pounding in my ears.  
He closed his eyes again and took another deep breath in.  
I took this moment to memorize the furrow of his eyebrows, the dip between them, as he clearly was at war with his mind. My eyes raked over his long eyelashes next, noticing how the water that was slowly dragging down his forehead landed a few innocent drops onto them.  
It was like Da Vinci himself painted this masterpiece and hung him before my eyes to marvel and never touch. How could I have never noticed just how beautiful my best friend was.  
My eyes finally got to his lips, plush and so very soft looking. The same lips that parted to yell profanities on the daily. Thinking about that fact made me smile. And before I could register what my brain was doing, the pads of my fingertips had gently traced them. Before I could pull them away Katsuki pressed his lips to them as his eyes opened and met mine.  
I gasped at the feeling that shot down my spine and made my toes tingle.  
Why had I never noticed, like really noticed, Katsuki before now?  
Like sure, when we first met I thought he was beautiful. In that rough and hard way that causes you to admire something from afar. But the more I was forced to be around him the more my soul felt at ease. That’s exactly where I felt the safest. By his side.  
Suddenly staring into his eyes made me feel so differently about him. I’m not sure what changed. But it did. And I was so nervous for the small chance those feelings would not be reciprocated and I’d lose that sense of safety from my life.  
--
But what you didn’t know was that Katsuki intentionally never brought anyone home, never even looked twice at anyone else. Not while you were around, at least.
He sat idly by, watching, waiting, for when he would be seen in a different light. He’d play the knight in shining armor every single time until it landed you in his arms. Permanently. For good.  
He never judged or made fun of your choices in heinous partners. In fact, he wanted you to date these losers. So that when he finally got his rough hands on you he’d be able to prove to you, to show you, exactly how a queen should be treated, worshiped, and admired. 
It was before the roommate agreement that he realized he was in love with you. But keeping you close, watching you everyday, it made him fall that much more.  
From how you’d pick up certain groceries you knew he liked when he was getting low. Or unintentionally washing and folding his towels and clothes so they were always soft and clean. Something he would sometimes forget about. How if you woke up before him you’d make extra breakfast for when he’d wake. Leaving cute sticky notes behind to remind him to have a great day.  
You completed his life in ways you couldn’t even imagine. Having you move in as his roommate was hard. Keeping you and your friendship at arm's length but never acting on his feelings was more than difficult. Even more so when you’d come home after a particularly horrible date, mascaraed tears tracking down your cheeks, and seek out his comfort.  
He'd quietly lead you to the bathroom, easily hoist you on the counter, and help remove your makeup. When done, he’d hug you so tightly, silently wishing you’d let him be the one to prove that these idiots weren’t even worth the spilled tears.  
Having you in his personal space, and life, made him fall that much harder. And he knew there was absolutely no hope for him to ever stop falling. No matter what men shared your bed.
He would undeniably always be yours.  
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Throwing all caution to the wind, prepared to act like this lapse in judgement never happened, I fisted the front of his shirt greedily in my hands, crashing his plush lips to my own. Purring at the fact that they were, indeed, as soft as they looked, felt.  
Katsuki wasted no time reciprocating the fervor of the kiss, making my cheeks blush when I remembered where we were at and my lack of clothing. 
I gently splayed my palm on his exposed lower back, causing him to groan and quickly pull at the back of his shirt, hastily removing it and tossing it into the unknown.  
He pushed back on his heels and slowly took in every curve of my body. Doing his best to commit it all to memory, in case I deemed this as an accident.  
I quickly pushed up on my elbow, gently tracing his cheekbone and running my fingers through his wet locks as worry set deep in my bones.  
“It’s okay, okay? We can pretend nothing happened. I don’t want to lose you and what we have.” 
“That’s not happenin', doll,” he smirked, “I’ve been here, patiently waitin' for my turn.” 
I cut him off, “so the hesitation?” 
“I’m tryin’ my fuckin’ hardest to calm the fuck down.” 
“Worried you’ll come too quickly?” I made fun, smirking back.  
“No, brat," he bit back in his typical tone, "I’m tryin’ not to manhandle you into the submissive little plaything I know you love being,” and he leaned down, his lips finding purchase on the base of my neck, trailing slow, light kisses down my exposed skin as he continued, “I want this to be perfect, memorable. I want to worship you so good that any men that potentially come after me won’t hold a damned candle,” he gruffly growled out, kissing above my belly button as his crimson eyes locked back on mine from under his lashes.  
“Men after?” my heart was fluttering.  
“I don’t want anyone to come after me, doll. I plan to keep you for the rest of our fuckin’ lives. I plan to ruin you so well that you don’t ever stop thinkin’ ‘bout me, always me.” 
“Kat,” and before I could say anything he smirked and unabashedly licked straight through my already fluttering core.  
I threw my head back, the hot steam making my soul feel like it was on fire with the added stimulation, as he carefully showed me his expertise.  
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euphor1a · 3 months
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Bewitched (iii)
↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc
↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heartthrob!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.
↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, drama, strangers to lovers, smut, a bit of unrequited love.
↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?
↬ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~3.1K
↬ warnings: profanity, mentions of anxiety, bullying, explicit sexual content; manhandling, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm denial.
↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions or personality!
↬ previous 𓍯 series masterlist
↬ a/n: thank you to anyone who’s still interested in this baby of mine, i appreciate you a ton <3
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You’re supposed to vacuum the apartment today, but you can’t seem to focus, at all. And honestly? It sucks. The more you’ve been trying to move on and be grateful to have dodged a bullet like him, the harder you’ve been thinking about the culprit nonstop.
Three days have passed since you found out a very shocking fact that has left your poor heart in a whirlwind. But you don’t know which is more terrifying — the fact that Daniel is Yeonjun and he lied about his identity, or the cold, harsh truth that you’re still insanely attracted to him. 
A dreary sigh escapes you. Life is not favoring you at all. It’s become such a pain in the ass at this point. Why did you have to fall for someone like him? It would’ve been so much easier if you had feelings for someone whom you know and trust, someone sweet and caring, like Soobin, or even Beomgyu.
Plopping down on your couch, you close your eyes. Things are looking very complicated right now. Not only the thought of that lying bastard has plagued your mind, but also, it’s hindering your daily life. You’ve been extremely unmotivated and anxious ever since the truth unfolded. You wish you had the power to fix everything, but alas, you don’t. 
You remember how Yeonjun looked at you under the moonlight, the way his soft lips devoured your mouth. Are bad boys really capable of such gentleness? You don’t know… from the start, you’ve stayed away from the problematic people, like “bad boys”, just as your parents instructed. And guys like Yeonjun, if you’re being honest — you still prefer to steer clear out of their way. Not the devil himself, though. He got you addicted so fast and so hard that it’s difficult to back out now.
As if to distract you from his thoughts, your phone rings loudly. You squint your eyes, letting the sound bring you back to reality. Soon after, you inhale sharply and reach for the device, your heartbeat picking up with stupid hope.
Turns out it’s Soobin. With a gentle smile on your face, you answer the call, his soft voice cooing in your ear.
“___, just wanted to check in! How are you holding up?” You calm down almost instantly, grateful to have someone like him in your life.
“I’m… alright, I guess. How about you, Soobs? Anything interesting going on?” You speak softly, not keen on making this gentle giant worried in any way.
“Ehhh, what a lame way of trying to change the subject. It didn’t work. You better be taking care of yourself, miss lady, or I’ll–” 
You cut him off midway, reassuring him. “Oh god, of course I am taking care of myself! Don’t worry!” 
“Hmph.” Soobin grumps on the other side. Even if he tries to come off as threatening, he really just ends up sounding adorable.
“Oh, come on now, don’t be mad at me…” your voice is adorably childish in the end, making him sigh. Why do you do this to him? 
“I’m not mad at you. But you do need to take care of yourself.”
“Did you really call me to lecture me about self-care?”
He groans at that. “So, what if I did?” 
You pout, trying to change the subject. “Soob, can I ask you for something?” 
“What is it?”
“Where did you meet Yeonjun that day? Just curious.” 
There’s no answer.
“Soobin?” 
He clicks his tongue. “At our college.” 
“I know that! I mean where at the college?!” you whine, clearly displeased.
“I can’t tell you.” 
“Why?” 
“Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.” 
“I didn’t ask for your favor, did I?” 
He ends the call, leaving you frustrated. Before you can call him back, you see a message pop up in your notifications.
Soobin: i think ___ is genuinely going crazy
Soobin: beomgyu, we gotta do something
___: Soobin… 
Soobin: gyu? this is urgent! 
Gyu: uhhh what now..? 😭
Soobin: she wants to know where i met yeonjun.
___: 😶
Gyu: girl why are you asking for trouble 
Gyu: if it’s something important we can talk to him about it 
___: Do I look like a five year old to you?
___: Why would you talk to him instead of me?
Soobin: you don’t understand, do you?
___: Understand what? This bs?!
Gyu: ___… 
Soobin: see, this is why it’s so hard to communicate with you 😔
Gyu: soobin! don’t! 
___: Wow, okay. I’ll leave you guys be.
Gyu: nono princess 🥺 don’t listen to him!! soobin is out of his mind!! 
Gyu: you can’t just leave us :( 
___: Damn right I can 🥰
Soobin: NO ONF IM SO SORRY 😭😭
Soobin: *omg i was just emotional and said whatever came in my mind i’m sorry
Gyu: this is such a mess 🥲
Soobin: don’t leave us 🥺🥺🥺🥺😔😔☹️☹️😢😢💔💔
___: Yeah whatever
Gyu: why do you want to meet yeonjun, anyway? 
___: *sigh*
___: It’s personal.
Soobin: uhm that’s suspicious 🙂
___: And you asking the very same Yeonjun for “help” isn’t? 
Soobin: ouch 🤕
Gyu: this guy… how many times do i have to tell you to watch your damn mouth 😒
Gyu: ___, i understand that it’s personal. but, as everyone says, it’s better to stay away from him.
___: You two don’t understand 😞
Soobin: i give up 
Gyu: soobin 😬
Soobin: i’ll text you the wing, floor and room no. 
___: Thank you, I guess
Soobin: you’re welcome bb 🥺
Gyu: soobin, you’re a whole goose 🙄
___: Huh? 
Soobin: GYU 🔪🔪🔪
Gyu: nothing lol
___: Okay 
Soobin: 🥺🥺
Gyu: 😧
___: ??? Bye
Gyu: just promise that you’ll be careful! 
___: Promise 🥰
Gyu: 😘
You smile as you notice Soobin’s direct message shortly after. Instantly giddy, you sent him a bunch of heart emojis.
It’s official. You’re gonna confront Choi Yeonjun. Face to face.
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Next monday,
So, today’s the day. You’ve thought it through several times and took your time. Beomgyu did try his best to scare you off, but you’re not afraid of Yeonjun. Not at all.
Maybe because you know that he has a weakness for you. Or probably because the urge to meet him is too much and it’s numbing any other senses. Either way, here you are, walking through the hallway that leads to where he usually hangs around.
Tall, scary looking fellas stare you up and down, whispering to themselves as you walk up to the empty classroom, also known as his den. 
“Hey kitty, where are you going?” An edgy looking girl stops you, regarding you curiously. The unsolicited nickname throws you off, but you refuse to let that be visible. 
“Isn’t it obvious?” you shrug, hoping to appear nonchalant. They are kinda scary… 
Another guy comes up, his voice mocking, “This place isn’t for you, cutie. Go back to your class or something.” A bunch of other guys agree, laughing at you. 
Their ridiculous behavior makes you sigh. This type of people are the last ones you wish to deal with. “And who are you to tell me that, exactly!?” you state firmly, crossing your arms around your chest. 
A bunch of them chuckle, drawing more attention. “Aww look, she’s trying to bite back. How adorable.” 
“Really? Is that a way to treat someone?! If I’m here, that surely means that I have business with him, don’t you think?” you hiss in anger, glaring at everyone who gathers around to see the show.
Your words and attitude only fuel their laugh. A person from the crowd remarks, “Look, this little nobody thinks she has business with ‘him’, apparently.” 
More people join in to laugh at you, various remarks being thrown around carelessly. You start to feel cornered and humiliated, your hands turning into fists from frustration. 
“Why the hell is there so much noise? Do y’all want to be sent back or what?” A deep, commanding voice shuts everyone up. You turn around with bated breath, your body freezing immediately as your eyes register the familiar face. 
It’s him. The demon that’s been haunting you for weeks now.
Yeonjun seems pleasantly surprised when he sees you, but he quickly replaces it with his cold demeanor. “What was happening here?” 
The girl who approached you comes forward. “This… this kitty was trying to get into your office. So, I stopped her and asked what she was here for. Guess what? She was trying to be all sassy as if she’s the one in charge. Obviously, she got destroyed… hence all the noise.” 
His expression is unreadable for a second, and you wonder if you’re gonna be sent back empty handed. But then, Yeonjun glares at the gathered crowd menacingly, a hushed silence falling across the hallway. The ones at the front immediately lower their heads. “Judging a book by their cover now, are we? I don’t keep you guys around to assume if a kitty has business with me or not. And, last time I checked, stopping someone doesn’t include ridiculing them in front of everyone just to feed your petty little egos.”
“Jun, but–” one of the guys start, taking a step forward. 
“I don’t have time for your hollow excuses, get out of here immediately, all of you.”
“We’re sorry!” Several of them chime in, dispersing without looking back. But some throw you suspicious looks, earning another glare from Yeonjun. 
“My, my. Rebelling much? If you have a problem, then come over here and talk to me.” His raised voice booms through the space, making everyone leave with mumbled apologies. Once everyone is out of sight, he turns towards you, his eyes earnest. “I’m sorry for how they acted. They’re not used to seeing pretty, little, goody two shoes like you around here. But still, they were rude, and I apologize.”
You nod in acknowledgment, rolling your eyes. For some reason, his words feel insincere. But you have other things to worry about. Like, confronting him for his actions.
Before you can do or think anything further, Yeonjun grabs your wrist, gently pulling you inside the classroom. You gasp when he presses you up against the closed door, his body caging yours, a bit too close for your liking. 
His brown irises study you with curiosity. “Why are you here, ____?” 
You struggle against his grip, trying to move your hands away but failing. “Ugh– let me go!” Being so close to him makes you feel all mushy, and you don’t want to deal with that now.
Thankfully, he untangles one of his hands from yours, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer my question.” 
“Pfft— Shouldn’t I be the one demanding for answers, Daniel?” 
Like the maniac he is, Yeonjun chuckles at that, shaking his head. “I see. What answers, if I may?” 
Is he kidding with you right now? What the hell is this attitude? “Why did you lie?” 
He stops at that, regarding you thoughtfully. “I had my reasons.” 
His monotonous reply pushes you off to the edge. Failing to hide your anger, you jab a finger on his chest, demanding clarity. “What reasons, Yeonjun? That you had to lie and play with my feelings for a day?”
Yeonjun grits his teeth, his grip tightening significantly on your wrist. “I did not play with your feelings, ___.” 
“Liar.” punching him on the chest, you try to take your hand away, but it backfires. He traps you inside his strong embrace, his hot breath fanning over your head. 
“What are you doing–”
He tips your chin upwards, his pupils dilated as he looks at you with a burning hunger. “You enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?” 
Your body shivers involuntarily, your lips just inches away from his. Swallowing nervously, you look away. But he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.
Yeonjun leans in, dangerously close to you. “I’m warning you, don’t play with fire. You’ll be suffering and I hate to admit it, but I’d be damned if that happens.” His whisper is hot against your lips, a weird feeling coiling in your stomach.
What the hell is he talking about? Why does he sound like he’s from a cliché forbidden romance fanfiction? 
“Well, what if I want to play with fire?” You suppress your wish to cringe, eyes challenging him to reply. A strange wave of emotions displays in his brown irises, his free hand forming into a tight fist. 
“Don’t blame me when you get burnt.” His lips crashes against yours swiftly. Yeonjun lets go of your arm, and you curl them around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer. He smiles in the kiss, as if victorious, his hand grabbing your ass and squeezing the flesh briefly. The stinging sensation makes you moan. 
Yeonjun grazes your lower lip with his teeth, asking for permission to ravish your mouth — which you gladly provide. His prying tongue slides past your lips, meeting with your tongue in a passionate kiss. You gasp in pleasure, pulling onto his hair when he starts trailing kisses down your jaw. Yeonjun backs you up against the only table in the room, his voice a growl. “Why do you do this to me? Fuck!” 
You look at him, your chest heaving as you try to process the mind-blowing kiss. But alas, he’s not done yet. 
“Are you here for this, huh?” He reaches to drag his thumb over your chin, forcing your gaze up to him. “Wanted my touch that bad? ___?” 
Liquid heat rushes through your veins when he moves his hands all over your body, brushing against your sensitive spots. He squeezes your breasts, enjoying the perky nipples that he feels through your clothes. “Tell me.”
“No!” You choke out, “I came here to ask you why you lied about your iden– ahh, god!” 
Yeonjun lowers his head to your neck, dipping his tongue to lick the sweet spot. You melt under his touch, both pleased and bewildered by the fact that he obviously hasn’t forgotten your most sensitive spots. His eyes are fixed on you as he brushes both his hands beneath your skirt, tracing them up to the edge of your panties. 
You throw your head back in pleasure, your knuckles turning pale as you grip on the edge of the table. “Please… ” you mewl, looking at him desperately. 
Yeonjun smirks, brushing your inner thighs. “Please what?” 
“I need you to touch me.” You sigh shakily, your eyes pleading with him. Apparently, he’s beyond teasing, because as soon as he reaches your soaked pussy, he pulls the piece of clothing to the side and pushes two of fingers into you.
“Yeonjun…” your head falls on to his shoulder while he pumps you gently, a groan escaping him. 
“Fuck, you’re drenched.”
He picks up pace, not giving you a moment to breathe. You cry out when he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot. His pace gets rougher, clearly fueled by your moans. 
When his thumb finds your clit, you clench around him, your breath coming in short gasps.
Yeonjun smiles complacently. “You love this, don’t you?” The pressure on your clit increases slightly. “You love that I’m the one doing this to you.”
Without waiting for an answer, he draws his now slick digits away and puts them in his mouth, depriving you of an orgasm. 
You whine, biting his neck from the frustration. Yeonjun makes you look at him, his voice dropping by an octave, “Bad girls don’t get to come.” 
You try to rock your hips, craving any type of friction that can satisfy you. But he stops you, growling in your ear, “It’s time to go back, sweetheart. I have work to do. As much as I’d love to do you instead… I can’t. Not now.” 
You look at him with dazed eyes, your voice a whimper, “You always leave me high and dry like this. I came here to confront, but you–” 
“Shh. I told you; I had my reasons. I was simply trying to protect you.” 
“Protect me from what exactly?” 
Dropping a kiss on your forehead, he retracts. “I’ll tell you the next time we meet, ___. If I find it feasible, of course. You should probably fix your clothes though…” 
You look at your disheveled state, sighing. “You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?” 
Yeonjun looks offended. “You clearly don’t know me yet.” 
“But–”
“No buts. Don’t you have classes or some shit?” 
You yelp at that, suddenly remembering where you exactly are. Quickly climbing down from the desk and fixing your clothes. While you finger brush your stray waves, he regards you intently. 
“Like what you see?” 
Yeonjun chuckles, nodding. You walk up to the nearby window to see your state, the dusty glass surprisingly reflecting quite well. “Tsk, thank god I wear a transfer-proof lip tint. All of my lip-gloss is gone however, and it looks weird.” 
“You don’t have a bag with you, though. How are you gonna reapply?” 
You sigh. “I left my bag with Soobin. I’ll just reapply later.” 
“Wait.” Yeonjun walks up to you slowly. “Won’t it look suspicious, though? I have a lip balm, does that work?” He offers you a small tube of strawberry scented lip balm. 
“Well, it won’t look the same but obviously it’ll be somewhat glossy.” 
“Then take it.” 
You quirk an eyebrow at him, gingerly taking the tube from his hand. His eyes follow each of your little movements as you part your lips a bit and apply the lip balm, pouting at the end which makes him chuckle. 
“Thanks, here you go.” You proceed to give it back, but Yeonjun shakes his head, throwing his hands up. 
“You can keep it for yourself. It suits you so well.” 
“Oh?” A bit surprised, you look at the cutesy tube of lip balm in your hands. “Thank you…? Won’t you need it though? Your lips look a bit dry, even now.” 
“Are my lips dry? Hold on.” Yeonjun leans in for a peck, his lips firmly landing on yours. Your heart skips a beat from his sudden action, butterflies in your stomach. Why’s he so??? 
He pulls back soon enough, rubbing his lips together. “Thanks, baby.” The glint in his eyes indicate that he’s enjoying this exchange very much, only causing your heart to go mayhem.
Nodding, you start to walk away nervously. You cross the room quicker than expected, hand resting on the lock of the door.  “We are not done yet, Choi Yeonjun.” As you look back one last time, you feel a strange sting in your chest. 
Yeonjun tilts his head, smiling, “Oh, trust me, this is just the start.”
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thank you so much for reading!! it’s been a while but i hope this was a fun read! 🩷 sorry for any mistakes left in there!
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1sjsoul · 1 month
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imagine you giving Bill a handjob when he’s needy but your working🤭
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idk if you wanted a story to this but i’m also lazy so yuh😭
(nsfw)
Imagine his desperate little moans as your hand moves up and down his cock, but you just manage to block out the sounds while working on some weird sheets your boss had gave you. I think his main goal would be to distract you by cumming all over your hand. 🩷
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mirokuna-hime · 10 months
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Yo what if Dazai did his whole speech in ch 101 not because he thought he is gonna kill Chuuya or intended to deceive fyodor, but because Dazai thinks he is gonna die.
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