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eideticallys · 10 months

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New Favorite Banter

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: you should've felt satiated. last night’s affair should’ve been enough for you. after all, for the first time, spencer finally let his inhibitions go and railed you six ways to sunday. it should have been enough if only you weren’t greedy. well, you never prided yourself on being selfless. (part 2 to new favorite game, but it can also be read as a standalone.)

genre: smut (minors dni!)

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dom!spencer, mean!spencer, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, riding, name-calling (calling you a slut), degradation, slight dumbification, choking, spanking, masturbation (f) & spencer being a cutie after

word count: 2.4k

author's notes: hello! i'm back with another smut and a much filthier one at that compared to the first one. this is a part 2 to my other fic, new favorite game, but it can also be read as a standalone. i wrote this after someone requested for a part 2 to nfg & for me to write a longer smut fic. i hope you'll love this! also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

PART ONE

YOU SHOULD’VE FELT SATIATED. Last night’s affair should’ve been enough for you. After all, for the first time, Spencer finally let his inhibitions go and railed you six ways to Sunday. It should have been enough if only you weren’t greedy.

Well, you never prided yourself on being selfless.

And now, here you are, lying awake in the middle of the night, a few hours just after being in the throes of passion with Spencer, unimaginably horny. But Spencer was asleep and as much you want him to shove his cock so far up in your walls, you know sleep is a luxury in your field of work as FBI agents.

So, you suck it up and decide it’s time you use your fingers. It’s not like you haven’t tried that before. Looking to your left, it is unmistakable Spencer is in a deep sleep, breaths coming out softly with his mouth slightly open. He looked so peaceful. A part of you feels guilty for thinking raunchy thoughts about him.

You crossed your legs to apply enough pressure. It felt so good but so, inadequate. You needed more, but you couldn’t risk waking Spencer up. You already feel guilty as it is. How much more if you woke him up from his restful sleep all because you were horny? But, you needed more, something to touch you right and fill you up. You check on Spencer again to see if he is still asleep, afraid the quiet rustling from crossing your thighs together to relieve your neediness awakened him. To your dumb luck, despite being a light sleeper, Spencer was still fast asleep.

Gently, you slowly slid your fingers into your sleep shorts, carefully sliding your panties to the side. You are drenched. Your wetness seeps through the thin cotton of your underwear and slowly slides down your knuckles. Spencer would’ve made fun of you if he was awake right now. Are you really that desperate? Three rounds from last night weren’t enough for you. You had to go again and touch yourself. You could imagine Spencer saying those exact lines to you as you started mimicking the movements he’d dole out. Caressing your nub, you started making figure eights on your folds, carefully doing it as quietly as possible to avoid waking the man sleeping beside you.

However, it was as if fate was playing tricks on you because for some reason, rubbing your clit tonight wasn’t enough for your needy cunt. It was as if the past few hours didn’t happen. You were feeling very deprived of the feeling of fullness. Stopping to take a breath and decide whether you should continue, you checked on Spencer again. He was now lying on his stomach, hair splayed out over his face, one arm slung over the pillow as he was facing you now. Fate was playing with you right now. Out of all the possible positions your boyfriend could’ve moved into, it had to be the one where he could wake up and see what you were up to immediately.

But you were horny and desperate to get off.

Forgoing all the possible consequences of touching yourself beside your fast-asleep boyfriend, you continued your ministrations. You started slowly easing two of your digits inside your warm walls, setting a slow yet sweet pace. You wanted more. No, you needed more. Biting your lip, you start curling your digits and plunge them back and forth. In and out. Faster. Harder.

You’re getting there. Just a few more pumps and it’ll all be good. You just needed to stimulate your clit as well. You spit on your free hand, slowly trailing it toward your needy nub. You were about to reach your climax when you heard it loud and clear.

“God,” Spencer muttered in disbelief. You could almost hear the sleep slowly waning off of his voice. “Are you that much of a slut?”

You froze one hand mid-air and the other deep inside your walls. This was embarrassing as hell. You were like a little kid caught red-handed trying to steal from the cookie jar way beyond your sweet treat hours—like a teenager caught sneaking off in the middle of the night. Not to mention, you feel guilty as well for disrupting your partner’s sleep. You knew proper sleep was hard to come by—for both of you—and you just had to ruin it all because you were horny. Blushing red like wildfire, you cautiously removed the hand buried inside you.

“Fucking hell, Spence,” You tried acting nonchalantly like being caught touching yourself was something that happened a lot between the two of you. “You scared me. Go back to sleep, Spence. I can handle this myself. I know you were having a good sale—“

As soon as the indication of the word sleep was out of your mouth, Spencer was quick to mount you, gripping both of your arms over your head with one hand. You gasped in shock, almost frightened by how quickly your boyfriend moved. Your fight skills almost kicking into high gear—you had to remind yourself this was Spencer. Your Spencer, not some random guy nor an unsub tackling you.

“Take deep breaths, baby,” Spencer murmurs as he nuzzles the side of your face—pecking the sides of your face, your jaw. “It’s just me. Nothing to be scared about.”

Really? You thought.

Spencer was never the dominant type in bed and last night was the first time he tried exerting control over you. But it seemed like after knowing what it was like to be in control, Spencer had acquired a taste for it.

“W-what are you doing, Spence?” You ask, chastising yourself for sounding like a deer in the headlights. “Go back to sleep. I’m fine.”

“Sleep?” Spencer scoffs as he ascended a bit to look you in the eye. “How am I supposed to go back to sleep knowing you were fucking yourself beside me when I’m right here?”

You moaned at his vulgar words. He was never one for being blatantly erotic, always coming off shy and a little bit inexperienced. But this wasn’t the case right now. This isn’t the usual Spencer you were used to. Something snapped in him last night and you know it. You just wish you knew how to handle him.

“I can’t sleep knowing your fingers are inside your pretty little cunt,” He continues as he still rendered you speechless. “When it should have been mine. Don’t you want that, Y/N?”

“Y-yes,” You croaked.

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes, I want your fingers, Spencer,” You panted. “Please. I want it.”

Spencer chuckles at your admission—begging—satisfied that you wanted it as bad as he does. The erection poking your inner thigh was a telltale sign of that. He languidly slid his free hand in between the both of you, his palm cupping your warm, soaked cunt.

“Shit,” You swear, wanting more than just what Spencer is giving you. Your hips roll as you try to grind against his palm to relieve the pressure. “P-please, baby. I need more. M-more.”

“God, you’re filthy,” Spencer groans while he stops your grinding by pinching your clit, making you yelp. “Fucking you dumb earlier wasn’t enough, you had to go and disrupt my sleep. Do you know what kind of girls do that?” He asks you as he swipes his thumb across your clit making you pant some more.

You were too lost in the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head, panting like a dog in heat. You never wanted anyone the way you wanted Spencer. You’ve never acted this way with anyone. It was as if he unfastened something in you the moment you got together. Too lost in the pleasure, you forget to answer Spencer’s question—annoying him as he pinched your clit once again.

“Answer me!” He snarls. “Answer me, or I’m going to fuck my hand while I tie you up and let you watch me.”

You sobbed and nodded. “Y-yes.”

“Then, tell me, sweet girl,” Spencer coaxed you as you felt your slick drip down his fingers and your inner thighs. “What kind of girls do that?”

“Sluts,” You mumbled, embarrassed as you see Spencer smirking in triumph. “I’m a slut.”

“Good girl,” Spencer murmured, removing his palm from between your legs. You squirmed in protest, to which he simply tightened the hand holding your arms and tutted. “Stop that, or you’re not getting anything from me.”

You merely whimpered and stopped moving. You almost cried when you felt Spencer moving off of you when you noticed he was moving lower. Oh. His face is now inches away from where you need him the most. You swear you could hear your heartbeat with the way you were excited about where this was going. You gasp when you feel Spencer press a kiss to your swollen clit. The touch almost made you pass out as you writhe, trying to force Spencer into doing more. But despite his lean form, Spencer was a lot stronger than you. His hold was iron-clad as he keeps you from squirming too much.

And as much as Spencer was stronger than you, you were selfish and desperate to cum.

“M-more. Please,” You beg, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at how deprived you sounded. But it was true. You wanted more. You needed more. “I need your tongue, baby. Please.”

You could feel Spencer smirk as he obeys. He grants you the tip of his tongue as it plunges inside of you, tasting you. You whimpered as you scramble to clench your bedsheet. Spencer continued dipping his tongue inside you as his nose nudged your clit. You’re sure you’re about to lose your mind with how good he’s making you feel. You were so close to your climax, hoping Spencer doesn’t let up. Worried that he might stop, you clutched his hair as you tried burying his face into the apex of your thigh when you felt Spencer stop. He removes his tongue from inside you, licking a stripe up to your clit, and kneels.

You’re going to cry.

“W-what?” You blubber. You could see Spencer trying to hold off a grin like something funny just happened. “Why’d you stop, Spence? I-I was so close. You’re being so mean.” You sob as he finally couldn’t fight off the laugh bubbling under the surface.

“Oh, baby,” Spencer chuckles, lying down on his side of the bed. “You’re hopeless. My poor baby just wants to cum. Too bad, you don’t deserve it. You have to work for it, Y/N.”

He pats his thigh, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You do so as you hiccup, to which he simply laughs. “Poor baby. Do you want to cum?” You nodded at his question.

“Then. ride me like you mean it.”

You clamber to sit on his hard cock as you pushed him back to the bed. Spencer complies, enjoying the show—the desperation—you were putting on for him. You sink to his dick in one slick motion causing the both of you to moan out loud.

“You’re so tight,” Spencer groans as you started moving in circles. You couldn’t take it any longer. You need to cum. “Fuck! That’s it, baby. K-keep going. Good girl.”

Your head spins at the praise as you clamp your walls around him as he pulls out drenched in your slick and sinks back in.

“S-shit,” You whimper. “Fuck! Oh my—G-god!”

Your eyes roll back when you finally feel Spencer take over—he’s probably had enough of your pace which only seems to satisfy you, and not him. Holding your waist tightly, Spencer thrusts into you roughly as he tries to capture your right nipple. You manage a moan, or something similar, you think. Your desperation slowly fogs up your brain while Spencer fucks up into you. He merely hisses when he feels you clenching like crazy, prolonging the stretch his big cock gives you every time he enters.

“How are you so wet?” Spencer hisses. “Shit!”

One of Spencer’s hands slides down to your ass and smacks it once causing you to yelp in pain—pleasure.

“God, you get off on this, don’t you?” Spencer growls as he gets a good grip on your reddened ass cheek. “You’re such a slut. Do you enjoy hearing how tight and wet you get? F-fuck!”

With Spencer’s taut hold on you, the thrusts seem to be sharper, more precise as you bounce up and down his cock, and you scream. You try biting Spencer’s shoulder but before your teeth could sink into his muscle, he manages to pinch your clit causing you to wail.

“P-please,” You beg, for what? For him to make you cum or for him to stop, you don’t know exactly. “S-Spence.”

“Shit,” Spencer mumbles, thrusting up into you as he drags you down to meet his hips. “I know, baby. I know.”

Clutching his hair, you forced him to look at you as you smashed your lips against his. The kiss is needy and fiery and you could briefly taste yourself when Spencer’s tongue finally slipped into your spit-slicked lips. Moaning and panting, you could taste each other’s breaths and feel each other’s thundering heartbeats.

You are so close and you know Spencer is too.

You guided Spencer’s hand towards your neck and gently squeezed as you looked into his eyes to tell him this is what you want.

“Are you sure?” Spencer asks, never failing to ensure your safety even during your intimate moments. You simply nodded, to which he groaned quietly. “Fuck!”

Bouncing a lot faster now, Spencer slipped his other hand as he stroked your clit. Your mind blanks and you’re vaguely aware of Spencer coaxing you to come with him, the gentle hum of the air conditioning unit, and the sounds of your skin slapping.

And you shatter.

When you finally come to your senses, you feel Spencer gently cleaning you up with a rag. You whimper in sensitivity when you feel him clean the apex of your thighs. He gently presses kisses on your inner thighs and you smile.

“Before I forget,” Spencer breaks the silence. “You have to pee before going back to sleep. There’s no specific time frame for you to pee but you must pee at least thirty minutes after having sex as it flushes bacteria that could cause a urinary tract infection away from your urethra.”

You roll over and groaned to your pillow to tease your boyfriend. “Not now, Spence. You just rearranged my guts! Give me a minute.”

“F-fine!” Spencer sputters out. You’re certain he was blushing. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you complain of a UTI!”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.” You say seductively. “Banter with me some more and maybe I might just come again.”

Spencer merely sighs.

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evelynsspace · 10 months

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Seeing adults try to explain that sexualizing miles is fine is so funny to me like—💀💀

#and the writers be like #minors don’t interact #like girl #you’re writing about a MINOR #atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #spider man #miles morales smut #atsv smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #atsv hobie #hobie brown atsv

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ask-darling-xoxo · 2 years

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Doe is a switch and you can fight me on that 💖

John Doe x reader 💖

Info: NSFW, reader teasing Doe, Doe wanting to claim reader. Doe being a whiny baby—Also, doesn’t necessarily state what genitalia reader has so all can enjoy :) AND MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE AND THANKS

You smiled down at Doe as he bucked his hips up into you, his eyes shut tight as his smile was faltered, almost as if it was hard for him to keep it up. His chest heaved as he desperately grabbed your hips, wanting more friction as you grind your hips down on him. It was a beautiful sight to see as you raked your hands up his chest, his eyes opening to look at you as he begged. “Oh please please please can’t you touch me more y/n?? I wanna feel your soft hands on me” he whines as you softly kissed his lips to which he quickly returned gratefully. As you tried to part your lips from his, he captured them, leaning forward quickly as he deepened the kiss. You gasped as he pushed his tongue in, exploring your mouth, your face heating up at such an action. It was always so cute when Doe became needy and desperate for anything you had to give or offer. “Mmm your lips are so soft…you smell so good…just look at how excited you are for me y/n…Please? Lemme at least touch you…I’ll be so so happy to just please you my love” As much as that sounded nice, so did hearing him whine and beg for you. It turned you on so much. Doe wouldn’t dare disobey you, he loved you too much and loved making you happy in and out of the bedroom, and if you wanted him to be submissive to you then he would and will act as such until you say so. “I know my love, but you have to be patient…don’t you wanna be good for me?“ you ask innocently, your hand coming down to rub him as he whimpered. He hated when you’d look down at him like that, when you’d ask him to be good for you. How could he? You were everything to him, he so deeply craved to dominate you, to have you crying out in pleasure, have your body covered in bruises and bite marks, your legs to be shaking and for ALL of your needy holes to be nicely filled with his makeshift seed. Unfortunately, he’d have to suppress that urge until you were satisfied so he took in a deep breath and with a shaky breath responded “Y-Yes I wanna be good for you! Wanna be so good…”

((I so wish for Doe to become so desperate and needy to the point that by the time you tell him he’s free to do what he wants, he’s ready to have you crying out for him for hours✨💖

#darling xoxo blog #ask darling xoxo #fanfiction #john doe #john doe game #your boyfriend john doe #john doe +#minors don’t interact #no minors #sexy john doe #john doe imagines #john doe x you #john doe visual novel #john doe smut #john doe game smut

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kirbyskisses · 2 years

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kirby’s kinktober (seven)

degradation//katsuki bakugo

bakugo likes to degrade.

you know he loves you, he knows he loves you.

but something about the sight, the taste, the feel of your pussy is amplified when he’s cruel - dropping sadistic thoughts and intensely mean names until he gushes inside, cock choked by tight walls sucking him further and further in. :(

you huff and puff, desperate for air after his hand has been around your throat.

“attagirl” he grins, a bit of mania in his red eyes. “your naughty pussy’s so fucking sloppy. getting all wet at my hand on your pretty throat - you know how much of a slut that makes you?”

“ka-kats…” you warble out brokenly, tears in your eyes. “n’t a slut…” you cry a little, trying to defend yourself, only to be met with his hand prying open your trembling lips and him spitting into your mouth which you swallow with a pitchy hum.

“you are what i say you are, got that, slut?!” you sniffle and nod, feeling wetter by the second. “shitty girl. get on your knees - ‘m gonna fuck that slutty pussy from the back.”

you do, barely having a chance to recover before his hand is roughly grabbing your hair and pushing your face into the pillows to muffle your inevitable screams.

“you don’t even deserve to look at it… to see my cock breach this naughty hole.”

he gives that trademark, bloodthirsty grin - not that you can see it.

he grips your hair harder with his right hand while his left slaps the head of his girthy cock against your dripping slit. the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his length creates an unbearably hot friction as he grinds it atop your clit.

your grind up and down against the head for a few seconds as a silent invitation for him to push the tip in. angered yet amused, he forces your head up.

“beg for it. since your little whore pussy wants it so bad, you can use your words.”

your voice almost catches in you throat - whole body simultaneously hot and shivering with want for him to wreck and insult you until you gush. your hesitation is met with a hard slap to the ass and another and another, little pops of his quirk making you jump.

“i said beg!”

you inhale sharply. “p-please katsuki. please… please fuck my pussy.”

he raises and eyebrows with a low sigh. “and why would i want to fuck your messy cunt? i probably deserve better and you look like the type to slut yourself out to any passing hero.” he gets rock solid, painfully hard, at the choked sob you give.

you’re thoroughly humiliated by how badly his terrible words turn you on.

“cuz- b’cause… b’cause ‘s only for you, dynamight…”

“oh?” you can hear the smirk in his voice as the very head of his tip prods just a bit, hand leaving your hair to rub the soreness he’s left on your behind. “only for me? and what’s that mean, little whore?”

“means… m-means I’m…”

“‘m-means i-i-i’m’” he copies your moans with mock disgust.

“fuck, can you say anything without sounding like a stuttering kid?” he rolls his eyes, pauses to see that your feelings aren’t too hurt despite your expression, thumbs your cheek and growls. “well?”

“i’m your fuckdoll!” you finally cry out when he spanks your thigh harshly, before plunging his thick cock all the way inside without pause or warning.

you babble on as his hands pull and push your on and off as if you really were just a doll; a small, lifeless little cutie made to give his cock release and nothing more.

“say it again and maybe i’ll let your stupid hole cum.”

you repeat the sentiment and true to his word, bakugo allows you to leave a creamy white ring at the base of his cock.

he loves you. he loves that you let him treat you like this, only to build you back up with sweet nothings afterwards.

he loves your desperation as you start to degrade yourself when he bounces you like a flesh light.

“‘m your cumdump katsuki! please, please, please, ah! fill my stupid cunt!”

“oh, yeah? you’re my cumdump? that’s a good girl. yer gonna take all you can and more from me got that?”

he bites down, not at all exaggerating. by the end of the night, you’ll be filled with too many loads for you to handle - unable to think or do anything but cream on a cock that’s far too much for you.

he thinks you’re the best, sweetest girl in the world for it.

#kirby’s kinktober #smut #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki #kacchan x reader #kinktober #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugo smut #minors don’t interact #tw: degradation #dynamight x reader

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tawneybel · 23 days

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Request: “It's finally our turn to be asked "Truth or Dare". And Calux possesses one of the boys and dare us to him him have his way with us?”

Imagine it’s finally your turn to pick truth or dare from a possessed Lucas.

“Truth or dare?” asked the demon wearing Lucas’s face.

“Dare,” you replied, without hesitation.

______ has no idea what’s in store for her.

Despite his host’s inclination towards Markie and Olivia, they weren’t really Calux’s type. They were both nubile, yes. Just outshone by the latecomer. The new player in this round of Truth or Dare and their silly love lives. Too bad Lucas hadn’t met you first. Then he wouldn’t have had to deal with an unfaithful lover and his inability to leave her, or the lover’s best friend who covered up the infidelities.

It was easy to overwrite the boy’s attraction, though. Humans were so sensitive. So easy to stimulate. Of course, Calux knew he was being hypocritical. He’d immediately wanted to lay you. What he wouldn’t give to be corporeal! Still, possession was a boon.

“Let me have my way with you.”

If he’d been an incubus, he would have already crept into your bedchamber and taken you dozens of times. In one night, till the break of dawn. Draining your vitality, keeping you bedridden and too weak to even consider tightening your walls, bracing against his cock. Maybe he’d be diphallic, if he was of the incubi ilk. One member sapping your lifeforce, the other replenishing it. Calux knew of such devils.

But being able to overshadow someone, that brought him almost as much pleasure as he knew he would have desecrating you. Invading some unenlightened mortal’s mind and body, forcing them to do everything. Admit vicious truths. Perform obscene acts. Commit horrific sins. Particularly in public. Suppressing his hosts’ desires and installing his own. Pure ecstasy. There were certain rules Calux had to follow on this plane. Coming up with loopholes was great amusement. And forcing mortals to play truth or dare was the most fun he’d had in centuries. Seeping further into Lucas’s mind, Calux began to list other party games to pervert.

Premarital was the norm in 201x, so he wasn’t too surprised when you unzipped your purse, dug around for a moment, then pulled out a box of condoms. Already opened. With you, Calux was only interested in physical penetration, not spiritual. Maybe later he’d make you admit how many guys you’d had and how you’d had them. At the rate players were losing, it’d just be ______ soon. Unless you four lured in some fresh victims.

It’d be fun to see you get prodded by and impaled on strangers’ cocks, tongues, and fingers. Through the penetrators’ own eyes.

Olivia’s right, you thought with a mental grimace, it does look like a messed up filter.

“It” being Markie’s boyfriend’s face.

If someone could capture a pic of this temporary disfigurement, anyone they’d show it to would probably scoff. Say it’s too silly to be scary. Maybe at a glance, you thought. Seeing a person’s face stretch to accommodate the diabolism masked behind it was brain searing. The painfully wide smile and shiny, buggy eyes.

Well, Calux’s bulging eyes were distracting from Lucas’s bulging groin. The demon figured he could transmute the phallus ad hoc. For the moment, his vessel’s member would do.

Besides, he reverbated in Lucas’s skull, I’m not sure my hard-on could keep that sheath intact.

You placed a hand on said boner. Lack of enthusiasm didn’t seem to bother him. Lucas or Calux. It pulsed even though your palm was almost hovering. If a player didn’t finish a dare, she died. If you didn’t help him finish, you were probably going to be violated. Well, more so than if you submitted to Calux’s advances.

Your infernal partner set “his” hand over yours, molding your grip. Puppeteering Lucas to buck into your fist. To tenderly moan your name, even though you knew glassy eyes were drinking in your submission. You eyed Lucas’s abdomen. Yours would be slapping against it soon.

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tigerlily980 · 10 months

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As Pride Month comes to end, I came out with a new meme for y’all to draw in your own style

#my dear hatchet man #mdhm game #mdhm alan #my dear hatchet man fanart #meme #art #religion #no minors allowed #minors don’t interact #lgbtqa

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sleepingdeath-light · 9 months

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seeing stars ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (11/04/23)

word count ; 723

content ; sexually explicit content, rough sex, jealous sex, overstimulation, anal sex

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; stardust cookie x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; this is pretty much just a longer adapted version of the jealousy drabble i wrote for stardust a few days ago (‘possessive’) as that request and the one linked to this entry were virtually identical — i hope the original requester doesn’t mind.

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Stardust had never shied away from discussing the more animalistic, primal even, side of his psyche — a consequence, or perhaps a symptom, of his secondary more avian form. But even for all of his openness, you'd never quite realised just how territorial he could get until a poorly judged smile to another man had set him off and you were witnessing the extent of his jealousy first hand.

Until you were pinned to the cold wooden floor of the home he'd been lent by his sister, your wrists held tightly in one of his large hands whilst he caged you in with those enormous wings of his — until all you could see were the starry night pattern of his feathers and the primal animalistic lust burning in his narrowed eyes. Until you felt his sharp, talon like fingers slicing through the flimsy fabric of your shirt and trousers as if it were nothing at all, the icy tips brushing dangerously close to your skin and leaving trails of gooseflesh in their wake. Until your newly bared thighs were spread as far apart as they could go to accommodate his broad hips as he slid between them, the engorged tip of his cock, cold and slick with lubricant, now pressing against your ass.

Then he paused and it was like time itself stood still alongside him. Eyes, bright as twin stars and brimming with that same overwhelming need to claim you, stared at you expectantly, flicking between your face and the point where the two of you were about to become one with such faintness that if you didn't know him as well as you did that you could have easily missed it. Hesitance, concern, a search for consent — even through his own anger and jealousy and that something darker that he'd mentioned before, he still cared.

So you smiled. And you nodded. And his shoulders slumped slightly. And he started to slowly slide inside of you.

You could feel every single inch of him as he stretched and filled you beyond what you thought possible, struggling against his ironclad grip on your wrists in an attempt to try and reach for him — to cling, to covet, to grab and to ground — but all of that was in vain. He was too strong, too big, and you both knew it; it was why he was going so slow, why you stopped truly fighting, and why he soothed every whimper and sob and gasp that escaped you with strangely gentle touches and sounds that were between a hum and a purr despite his evident anger. It was why, once he’d finally bottomed out inside of you, he paused for a few moments and hoisted one of your legs up to wrap around his waist to give him more access to your fluttering hole.

But, above all else, it was why you sighed and sobbed once he started to properly move. You anticipated the pain and the stretch and the ache as well as the pleasure and overstimulation — knowing that he wasn’t going to go easy on you. After all, nothing about talons so sharp they could slice through stone and a grip so tight you were sure it would bruise spoke of ‘mercy’ or ‘kindness’.

No, you were going to be in for a rough night: one where you’d be fucked to a point well past overstimulation where each orgasm blends into the next until your throat is so raw you can’t even sob; one where you’d be tossed and manhandled into many different positions all with the same outcome of harshness and forced release and marks that were sure to last; one where everything from the neck down would be marred with bite marks and hickeys and incidental cuts that all carried the same threatening message — the same message that would be quickly conveyed by the sheer amount of cum that would be spilling from you (his and your own) to cover your stomach and ass and thighs; one where you’d be so cock-drunk and thoughtless and limp that you’d only be held upright by his strong grip on your body; one where you’d be so oversensitive by the end that even the faintest brush of his star-white hair would leave you whimpering. That sort of night.

And, quite frankly, you couldn’t fucking wait.

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #minors don’t interact #minors dni #minors fuck off #smut #smut fic #crk smut #cookie run smut #stardust cookie smut #stardust cookie x reader #crk x reader #cookie run x reader

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irtifuck · 10 months

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My Zodiac Sign HeadCanons for Top Gun (+Maverick) Characters...

Aries:

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky" is the leader. He is hot like Fire. He can be overly aggressive sometimes, there is a masculine attraction about Iceman..... 🔥

Taurus:

Robert "Bob" Floyd is someone you can easily fall in love with. Bob personally does not meet being domestic and gluttonous, which are the general characteristics of Taurus; if you meet Bob himself, you know you want to get married to him immediately, but he might say "no". He might convince you to stay together,without official papers. Don't get upset, he will eventually propose to you... And when you say "yes", your children will be really beautiful. Physically, they'll be very nice babies. Bob and you are likely to have daughters. And Bob wants to name his first daughter "Venus", the goddess of Beauty. 🤓

Gemini:

Jake "Hangman" Seresin loves to be competitive and belittle everything. According to him, there is nothing that he cannot do. He does not have permanent friends, as Competition is such a big fault in his personality. He cannot accept to be the second one, but of course he'll learn some manners. There's a bit of aggression in him, too; it's like he has two personalities… it's weird, but it's true. You want to be really patient with him, as his mood changes from one moment to another... 🏆

Cancer:

Natasha "Phoenix" is overly sensitive and a player. You can't really be sure what's on her mind. She might cry so well and make you believe it, but then it turns out that she'd fooled you. 🎭

Leo:

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is the king of the jungle. That is why he always annoys Iceman. Maverick believes he cannot love any person. He doesn't look like he's for the long-term relationships. Does this remind you of Hangman? Yes, from the outside, such people are so like "out of your league" but then, if you have the right key to the doors of their hearts, they disprove this theory: "Hangman and Maverick were not created for Love." If you aren't the romantic person, then they'll make good bed partners. Maverick looks like a superficial person but deep inside, he yearns for true love... 🦁

Virgo:

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw... boy of September is an angel, like his wife describes.This Virgo will be your best friend, but this Virgo is a bit of a liar (not to the mischievous-extent of Natasha's Cancer). He might lie in order to save you, for example. And he gets caught too. Just like Pinocchio; when he tells a lie, his whole face flushes. His forehead, his cheeks, his nose and his chin. It's blood red all over. You cannot stop being friends with him, he's adorable. 👼

Libra:

Penny Benjamin is a star. Seriously, you can see her often among celebrities and stuff. Because she's so popular. Not only among the aviators of Top Gun, her fame exceeds her humble bar... She does know a couple of celebrities, even. They say she knows Jared Leto personally! And they're friends! Well, that's because she used to be an amateurish singer and took some acting classes… but then she didn't seek this career. She has an Aries-like charm, but as I said, while Iceman owes his charm to his masculinity, Penny owes hers to her femininity. Beauty comes from Penny's grace. She's extremely in love with her family. If you're going to marry Penny, good luck. She will love her child more than she loves you, don't be sad. It makes sense. That's her child, c'mon! 🌟

Scorpio:

Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood is never shy. Contrary to the stereotypes of Scorpios, her eyes are dull, but she can be very sexy, remember her tongue kisses. She is good "good day pal". Never go to Charlie on your bad day, you will regret it. She won't listen to you. Not because she doesn't care, she's TOO busy. Again, like Leos -like Maverick-, you cannot expect to have long-lasting relationships with her. But she'll make a good friend. Not the best one, but a good one. She just won't go all the way with you. Eat, drink, have fun with Charlie, but never treat her as a "bad day buddy". She'll leave you eventually. 😏

Sagittarius:

Ron "Slider" Kerner, that's whom you need to be bros with!!! Because he is full of Life. Is he seriously the travel-loving, "single" Sagittarius, as the astrologers claim? A little bit… but I think what makes Slider "Sagittarius" is that he's a good-looking person. He likes to have fun, and, he is positive, aaaannnnd he is such a "friend of dark times" - opposite Charlie. It's the person you least expect, who's there when you get into trouble. He is such a tactless person that he will not be offended even if you insult him, because he does not do it himself! I mean, he forgets everything instantly, you can't say "go away" to him.. You know he'll stick to you. He's actually so naïve. 🤪

Capricorn:

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw is traditional, domineering, cold, serious, distant. Look at portraits of people in the Victorian times. They posed with a stern, expressionless face. Is it because they are unhappy? Nooo... being indifferent is not equivalent to being unhappy. Bradley also has very innovative, productive ideas. And when you look at all the geniuses, you will see a Bradley in them. When Bradley travels to a new city, he does not only want to visit its museums, he is not that boring. He is a fan of sea-sand-sun, actually. Asocial people don't like to talk very much, but you don't have to be unfair by saying "the coldness of his inside is reflected on his face". For one thing,Bradley is not a mannequin. He has feelings, and you need to break his "ice". ❄️

Aquarius:

Carole Bradshaw is cool like her son.....Carole is more innovative, more productive, more sociable than Bradley; because she is able to express her emotions quite openly..… Carole and her son spent a long time together, and they've become like twins. Sometimes, she tried to neglect Bradley's trauma and wanted him to be the "winner" twin; but those roles are not interchangeable... After praising Carole so much, a bit of criticism...She talks and talks… no, she can't keep quiet. She takes away the "chatterbox" medal from her husband. No, it's not about talking too much, it's about talking nonsense. If she were a pilot, her callsign would be Parrot, that's for sure. You wish she shut the fuck up, you actually like to chat with her, but not more than half an hour. You wish to tell her that she has only one tongue against her two ears! 💬

Pisces:

Sorry for the picture with the lowest quality, first of all, dear Cyclone. Beau Simpson does not have the characteristics of "crying, more idealistic than 'everyone' else, open to addictions", something Pisces is often accused of. Cyclone is a very sociable person. He is perceived as too naïve but he is not actually naïve. Keep that in mind: He's a "good day friend". Like Charlie (?) Eat, drink, have fun with Cyclone. But at the end of the day, remember he is only a good friend, if not the best one out there. He might easily let you down. Don't expect Cyclone to "come to the end" with you. Like Charlie(?), he's the "friendly-looking next-door neighbor" at most. The unexpectedly closest relationship you can have with a man like Cyclone is friendship again. Not because he isn't a romantic or anything, but because he's married to his job. Literally. 👷🏻

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lovebelphie · 8 months

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𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒 ♡ barbatos’ pretty girl. ❝ un corazón como el tuyo está en extinción — heaven must have sent you, love❞

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heated study sessions (nsfw drabbles) ft. mammon, belphie, levi

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#ren’s navi.#lovely people read my rules first before interacting #minors don’t interact

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eideticallys · 10 months

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i just started writing my very first filthy smut drabble. i’m literally cackling right now as we speak because i can’t believe i’m writing something like this. smut has never been my forte despite reading it. i’m quite picky when it comes to smut so that’s why i have never posted anything like that. i wanted to learn more about what it takes to write one and now, i’m slowly applying what i have learned.

anyway, pussy drunk!spencer is coming y’all (pun intended). i’ll be posting this very soon so stay tuned!

#cat rambles #spencer reid smut #18+#minors don’t interact #wow i’m finally writing smut damn who am i even?

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Hello! 👋🏼 can I request a Gotoh/Reader smut scenario where he meets reader while out on orders and things get pretty heated 👀? Thank you 🙏🏼

Oh, I forgot to specify I’d prefer that the reader is female (as per the gotoh request, and that nothing too crazy happens, if that’s okay) thank you 😅

🔮Errand Distraction ─ Gotoh

☽ Featuring: Gotoh x Fem! Reader

☽ Request? ✓ I hope I understood by what you meant when you said nothing too crazy happens. If I didn't, I'm so sorry. Also, sorry it takes so long to get to what you really want to see, I just like building background. Where you see the line is where the story actually starts.

☽ Includes: flirting, making out, dom! gotoh, teasing, semi-public make out, semi-large age gap, reader is in her 20s and gotoh is in his 30s, grinding, almost caught, sexual tension, groping, neck kisses, hickeys, i almost put a plot twist at the end because i love forcing people to wake up and realize it was nothing but a dream however i didn't this time

☽ Synopsis: Gotoh only had one job, a job he was used to doing, yet he managed to mess up the easiest job ever by getting distracted.

☽ minors do not interact

🔮┊🔮┊🔮 ≛ ☽

Gotoh had took a monthly survey of what the Zoldyck household needed.

As a butler, it was his job to make sure that the family had everything they desired. So, he started with the oldest family member: Maha Zoldyck. The 98-year-old was the simplest member to please. Gotoh walked swiftly, his destination was the garden where Maha liked to meditate.

When he made it there, he saw the oldest member sitting down with his legs crossed, seemingly unaware of Gotoh's presence. Gotoh knew better though. With a bow, Gotoh acknowledged Maha "Master Maha, I am going on an errand run, would you like to request anything specific?"

Gotoh spoke formally but firmly, hoping that Maha wouldn't make him wait an hour before speaking. Luckily, Maha was feeling pretty merciful and spoke, his voice shaking but firm. Evidence that even though he might be older, his strength was still there.

"Yes. More clothes that fit me." Gotoh nodded in the bow position he still held and stood up straight. Maha's frame was getting smaller and smaller as he got older. He was almost as tall as Killua now and constantly needed new clothes as his body shrunk.

Gotoh then left the garden, his new destination was Silva Zoldyck's room. Gotoh knew he would find Zeno and Silva in that room, both discussing things to do with their lifestyle.

Gotoh didn't waste time. There was nothing that could distract his journey from the garden to Silva's room. That was a quality that the Zoldycks loved about him.

When Gotoh got to the room, he knocked and waited for Silva's deep voice to instruct him. "Enter." Gotoh entered the room to see Silva on his couch and Zeno sitting in front of him. Both of the men stopped their conversation to look at Gotoh who bowed in their presence.

Zeno nodded, pleased with Gotoh's consistent show of respect and Silva smiled, his benevolence and kindness shining through whatever face he tried to put on. "Gotoh, are you here for your survey?" Gotoh stood up straightly "Yes, master Silva."

Zeno thought about his options before nodding. "I want a life's saving of Kirin." Gotoh had no reaction to Zeno's outrageous request, he was used to it by now. Silva, let out a sigh at his father's request. "That's too much." Zeno laughed at how tired Silva seemed for Gotoh. "No beer is too much for us Zoldycks." Silva knew it was impossible to persuade his father to ask for anything else so he moved on.

"Gotoh, I'm fine without anything this time." Gotoh wasn't surprised, it was rare for Silva to request anything from him. Gotoh bowed again and swiftly left the room, he understood that his presence was no longer required.

Three down, six to go.

Gotoh wandered the hallways, looking for Kikyo. She could never be found and would only appear if she wanted to. Today, Gotoh was blessed with the fact that Kikyo was walking in the direction of Silva's room.

Gotoh bowed in front of her and addressed her appropriately, "Mistress Kikyo." Kikyo said nothing, impatiently waiting for Gotoh to continue on with what he wanted before he interrupted her. "I am doing my monthly survey. Is there anything you desire?" Kikyo walked passed Gotoh, and without acknowledging him at all, she spoke. "A new hat."

That interaction usually summed up how Kikyo treated Gotoh on a daily basis. He was used to it by now and moved on with his mission. Again, he was blessed. The next person he was looking for was Illumi, who was also on his way to Silva's room.

Most likely to speak about Killua.

Gotoh bowed "Master Illumi." Illumi stopped walking and stood in front of Gotoh. Unlike Kikyo, Illumi usually noticed Gotoh's presence and waited for him to speak without a care in the world. Gotoh decided to keep it short and simple, understanding that Illumi probably wanted to speak of his little brother.

"Is there anything you require?" "Scissors." A one-clipped word Something that was natural for Illumi. Gotoh straightened up and saw how Illumi bowed his head a little before moving on. Gotoh had noticed how Illumi's hair was even longer than before, understanding the need for scissors.

Gotoh made his way to Milluki's room next. Gotoh knew he had to prepare his brain to deal with the number of requests Milluki would make. The boy was very demanding and selfish, but there was nothing Gotoh could do about it.

Gotoh was at Milluki's door and knocked on it firmly. Milluki was most likely busy playing games and wouldn't hear if Gotoh knocked any other way. From inside, he could hear Milluki yell. "I'm busy! Go away!" Gotoh didn't let that deter him though, he spoke to the door instead. "Master Milluki, I am on my monthly run. Is there anything you need?"

Gotoh waited a few seconds. He couldn't walk away no matter how much he wanted to, he had to wait on the boy to answer. "The butler?! Butler, get me new figurines from Sailor Moon, the manga of One Punch Man, and the new Final Fantasy!" Gotoh's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

No matter how long Gotoh has been here, Milluki never tried to call him by his name. Gotoh let out a sigh and walked away, making note of what Milluki wanted. Next on the list would be Killua. But the boy was out with his friend Gon.

Gotoh didn't need Killua here to know what he would want. Every month, Gotoh bought Killua chocolate and would leave it up to Illumi to find a way to give Killua his chocolate. So Gotoh moved to the second youngest.

He walked to Alluka's room, he knew what the young girl would want, but still let her have an option. Gotoh knocked softly and then walked in. Alluka was sitting in the middle of her room, surrounded by multiple stuffed animals.

Gotoh cleared his throat and Alluka looked up at him. She stopped playing with her toys and stood up quickly, which caused her to almost fall over. Luckily, she caught herself. "Mistress Alluka, do you need more stuffed animals?" Alluka, when she wasn't around Killua, was silent.

Gotoh had no idea why, but he managed to work his way around it usually. Alluka looked at the ground and nodded. She didn't really care what kind of animal she got, she was always happy with what Gotoh chose. Gotoh left as fast as he had entered and made his way outside to the youngest Zoldyck.

He was making his way to the play area where Kalluto was known for forcing himself to spend time there. However, when Gotoh got there, Kalluto was sliding down with an unamused expression on his face. Kalluto looked up when he heard footsteps and saw Gotoh.

Kalluto instantly knew what Gotoh was there for and spoke before he could do anything. "Kimino." Gotoh nodded his head and walked away. Conversations with Kalluto always ended before they started, which made Gotoh's job much easier. Gotoh made his way to the entrance of the Zoldyck manor, ready to finish his errands.

You were nervous.

You knew why, you kept count of the days until it was time for Gotoh to come to your store and ask for what he usually asked for. You didn't know how long you had this attraction for the way older male, but you couldn't resist him.

It didn't help that the more you saw him and heard him speak in that deep, monotone voice, the more your attraction and want grew. It became so bad that every time a customer walked in, you immediately looked up to see if it was him.

If it wasn't, your day would be ruined. With a store that sold everything someone could ask for, you usually got a lot of customers. Which meant your disappointment would be tripled at the end of the day.

You looked at the clock. You knew what day it was, you memorized what time Gotoh would enter the store. Today was the day you would make your move.

On cue, Gotoh walked in. A whimper almost escaped you. You haven't seen this man in a month and seeing him again affected you more than you expected it to. You cleared your throat though, you needed him to know that you found him attractive.

If he didn't reciprocate, then you would move on. If he did...you didn't know what to do.

Gotoh, following routine, walked up to the counter and started listing off everything you needed. You were focused completely on his lips, seeing how with every word he pronounces, his lips would become slightly pouty.

Gotoh had finished giving you a list of everything he needed you to get. However, you didn't move. Gotoh was staring at you confused but noticed how focused you were on him. This caused his lips to twitch a little, wanting to smirk at your obvious attraction.

Gotoh wasn't oblivious. He knew you wanted him, but Gotoh was a butler. He couldn't give you what you would end up wanting. However, he can't lie and say he doesn't find you attractive.

He's imagined multiple instances of having you in his bed, but it was an impossible wish.

Gotoh cleared his throat to get your attention. You noticed and looked up to make eye contact with Gotoh. Even though his face was stoic, his eyes were twinkling, giving away the fact that he knew what you were doing.

You gulped and started stammering, much to his amusement. "S-S-Sorry. Can you..can you repeat it?" Gotoh nodded but decided to tease you. He wanted to see how you would react to him pointing out your behavior.

"It's really rude to not listen to your customer." Gotoh watched as your face morphed into a panicked expression. This was the first time he's ever caught onto your behavior.

You were horrified.

Gotoh caught onto the fact that you weren't paying attention. Was it really that obvious? No matter how terrified you were right now, you knew this was a one-in-a-lifetime chance to flirt. You took a deep breath, then responded. "I...It's only because you're....you're really attractive."

You grimaced at how awkward you were and Gotoh found amusement in your response. He pushed his glasses up on his face and looked down at you with a tilted head. He stayed silent for so long, causing you to fidget under his gaze.

You knew you shouldn't have flirted. He's probably disgusted with you.

"Gotoh."

You stood there, confused, wondering what he was saying. Was he trying to tell you to go do your job? Gotoh noticed you were confused and sighed. "My name is Gotoh. If you find me attractive, you should know my name." You just stood there, understanding the reasoning but not being able to believe you now know the name of the man you've been pining over.

Gotoh's eyes traveled over the girl's body, taking in the fact that the outfit she was wearing fit the aura she gave off. You bit your lip, noticing how he was looking you up and down. Was he as attracted to you as you were to him?

Gotoh's eyes traveled back up to make eye contact with you and noticed how you were nibbling at your lip. He licked his own in response, the shop suddenly becoming hot and tense. You let out a small sigh. If he didn't reject you, that means you have a chance.

You leaned over the counter in front of Gotoh and stared at him deeply. You were acting confident, even though you knew your body was trembling. "Gotoh...I'll keep that in mind tonight." Gotoh's eyebrows furrowed. Were you insinuating what he thought you were?

"Tonight? Then make sure you aren't too loud, wouldn't want anyone to hear you." Gotoh leaned against the counter as well, leaving you two face to face. Gotoh noticed how you swallowed when he got closer to you. "Since you know my name, don't you think I deserve to know yours?"

The girl in front of him looked away from the intense eye contact. "You don't deserve to know." If the eye contact had continued, she wouldn't have been able to deny him. She needed to continue playing whatever game this was. Gotoh's stare continued silently before he let out a deep, soft chuckle that had your thighs shaking.

"What do I have to do to know your name?

You thought about it. You could ask him to do a lot. But you didn't want to scare him off, so you started simply. "You can kiss me." Gotoh was surprised by how confident you were now compared to earlier. It seemed the longer you spoke, the more your confidence grew. "A kiss huh?"

You nodded in confirmation. Your confidence was short-lived when you felt his hand grabbing your chin gently. He forced you to look at him and pulled you closer slowly by your chin. He tilted his head when you were close enough. All he needed to do was lean forward and your lips would lock.

You weren't breathing. You know you said he needed to kiss you, but you didn't expect him to go at it like this. Gotoh looked into your eyes and saw how needy you were just for a single kiss. A smirk made its way to his face as he tilted your head to the side and placed a soft kiss on your neck.

The whimper you let out was intoxicating.

Gotoh pulled back to see your eyes were closed tightly and your hands were gripping the counter. He was enjoying the effect he had on you so much, but couldn't deny that your facial expression made him want to do more.

"Your name?"

You couldn't believe that he sounded so calm after what he just did. It was like he didn't care that what he did was so intimate. But when you opened your eyes, you saw how hard his stare was.

He could keep his voice steady, but his eyes gave away how affected he was.

The shop felt like it was on fire now.

You opened your mouth and stammered out your name, still stuck on what had just happened. "Y-Y-Y/n." Gotoh opened his mouth to say your name. "Y/n." Your body got goosebumps with how he said your name. You licked your lips and nodded.

Neither one of you spoke then. There was so much you both wanted to do but didn't know if it would be okay to. But finally, the thread of tension broke when Gotoh saw how hard you were breathing and how your thighs were rubbing together.

He wouldn't be much of a gentleman if he left you unsatisfied right?

It all happened so fast to you. One second you were looking at Gotoh and the next he had his hand on the back of your head, pulling you to him so that he could kiss you.

And kiss you he did.

The kiss was passionate and deep, something you were surprised by. You didn't think he would start a kiss off like this. Your hands went to grab onto the suit he had on as you ignored the dull pain of the counter pressing into you.

Gotoh's free hand went down to your breasts and he groped them through your top. You let out a moan, allowing Gotoh's tongue to slip into your mouth and explore the wet cavern. Each time your tongues connected, Gotoh would let out a deep groan.

As the kissing continued, both of you forgetting that you need air to breathe, Gotoh removed his hand from your head and moved it down to grip your ass.

You both pulled away to catch your breaths, and a line of saliva connected your lips. You were breathing heavily but Gotoh didn't want there to be a break right now. He needed more.

He dipped down and connected his lips to your neck, and started placing multiple kisses. Your head leaned back and put your hands on his combed-back hair. You bit your lip to suppress the moans that wanted to come out once he started to suck at your neck.

You couldn't tell him to stop sucking, you wanted the evidence of what was happening to be there forever. "G-Gotoh..." Your words came out breathy, turning Gotoh on more than he thought anything could. He forced his hand up your top, cupping your boob gently.

He also forced his other hand down your pants, cupping your cunt through your panties. He could feel how wet you were and groaned into your neck. Gotoh started rubbing your pussy and teasing your nipple with his rough hands.

You couldn't even think about the fact that you were still in an area where if people walked into the store, they would know what was happening. But neither of you cared right now.

Speaking of someone walking in, the door of the shop opened. But you were so distracted by what Gotoh was doing, that you couldn't hear when the door opened. Lucky for you, Gotoh had a very good sense of awareness and fast reflexes.

He moved away from you before you knew it. When your eyes opened up to whine about him suddenly moving, you noticed a customer walking up to the counter. You cleared your throat and tried to fix yourself as best as possible.

As you gave your best customer service smile and started working even though your body was begging you to go back to what you were doing. Your eyes looked up again to see that Gotoh had left the shop once you started working.

Minutes passed and Gotoh was entering the manor. That's when he realized he completely forgot about the things he was meant to get and returned empty-handed.

He smirked, at least that would give him a reason to return back to the shop this month.

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