#my right leg is also still entirely naked as is my left thigh

[bigweldindustries]

me, the man who specifically requested that my sleeve not come down onto my hand so i can still hide all my tattoos with long sleeves: hm. i kind of want a neck tattoo

#axel grinds on #its just a BANGER space you can do some cool shit there #sensible part of my brain is like ur a working professional dumbass no visible tattoos #dumb tattoo liking part of my brain is like what if i tattooed my magpies on my neck........................... #or got some abstract work............................... #i get one (1) abstract piece and now im like i have to cover my whole body like this sorry #i say that like said abstract piece isnt literally my entire fuckin right arm #and we're planning on taking it right up over the top of my shoulder to sort of end it by the end of my collarbone #this is also especially funny bc i have SO much free real estate rn #i have 8 tattoos so im uhhh. definitely not heavily tattooed #wanna fill in some space on my left arm #have nothing on my torso idk what im gonna do with my back yet #my right leg is also still entirely naked as is my left thigh #and my left calf is hardly like. covered lol i got two ankle tats and one on the back of my calf #so i still got space why the HELL am i like “hey what if i tattooed my neck” #YOU ARENT HEAVILY TATTED ENOUGH YET BRO U GOTTA EARN IT #RAGHH

[crushmeeren]

Everyone involved in this FICTIONAL NSFW drabble is aged up/18+, if this bothers you just block me or keep scrolling

Note; just a reminder this is NSFW & it involves consensual drunk sex, ALSO I may be a bit buzzed while writing this, I’m writing it to get it out of my head so —enjoy & happy holidays

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I bet drunk sex with Megumi just hits the fucking spot.

It’s late Christmas Eve—well technically it’s really early Christmas morning. About 2:00 am as you & Megumi stumble in through your front door. A bit too loud, giggling at any of the bullshit that comes out of your boyfriend’s mouth.

You’re flushed, it’s too warm in your home and as soon as Megumi can get the front door shut & locked with his wobbly fingers, you peel off your coat. Tossing it on the back of your couch as you try to keep one foot in front of the other on the way to your bedroom. Hand braced on the wall for balance.

Your cheeks are on fire, sweat beading on your forehead & a dull throbbing has started up behind your eyes. It hurts, not to mention your limbs like they’re lagging in a video game and you have to squint to see anything.

You can vaguely hear Megumi trip behind you, slamming against the door frame on his way in to the room. He lets out a whiny “ow” & you can’t help but giggle.

“Careful Gumi,” you tease, words only slightly mumbled as you flip the light on. He giggles in response, sounding like a little kid.

“Oops,” he whispers cutely—you’re not sure why he is, he was obnoxiously loud 10 minutes ago.

Your mind is only focused on one thing though, getting your suffocating ass clothes off right now. So you do, even taking off your panties because why the fuck is it so hot in here?

Either way, you get completely naked & fall face first into your soft sheets. Slowly crawling up to your pillow and flopping down ungraciously.

You let out a soft moan of relief into the blanket as the coolness of the air soothes some of your burning flesh. You try not to feel nauseous as you twist your neck to look at Megumi, curious as to what he’s doing.

You watch him pop out from under his crew neck sweatshirt, finally only in his boxer briefs now. The statement “Gumi is pretty”, completely fills the space in your brain. Pushing at your skull until it’s the only thing left in there.

“Gumi, c’mere,” you request, words slightly muffled by the pillow. His eyes widen when they finally refocus on your naked frame. You watch him stare at your ass for a beat too long before he holds your gaze again.

His cheeks are pink, eyes hazy, but he gives you a dopey smile & nods. He barely remembers to turn the light off as he walks towards the bed.

You can’t tell what he’s doing in the dark but then he slips under the blanket, lets you do the same and presses his entirely too warm frame against yours. His arms settles around your waist, hooking a leg between your thighs and then digging his toes under your knee.

You moan lowly when you notice he’s naked now too. Fuck he’s so warm, so soft & you just really want him inside you right fucking now. You’re burning again, but not just from the last shot you took earlier.

Your heart beats harshly against your rib cage and you tug on his wrist urgently.

“Gumi,” you murmur. “Want you so bad, need to have sex with you, please,” you plead, pussy already clenching out of nowhere at the thought of his pretty cock dragging in & out of you.

“Mm? Y’sure sweetheart?” He whispers, voice low in your ear, warm breath tickling the side of your face. Still, he slides a hand down to your pussy, placing two fingers on your clit. He rubs tight, slow circles.

“Yeah, c’mon Gumi,” you reply, choking on a moan. Your back arches as his fingers send a wave of warm tingles down to your toes.

He doesn’t hesitate though, sliding in between your legs & settling there. His cock is hot & hard as it drags over your thigh as he gets situated—you almost wish you could suck it instead, but maybe tomorrow.

You grab onto his shaft as he plants his hands by your head, dragging the tip through the lips of your slick pussy. You both moan desperately & Megumi apparently can’t help himself either—because he pushes his cock all the way in at once.

“Fuck Megumi, your cock—nngh!” you whimper, feeling the sburn of being stretched so intensely. Either way, it sets your nerve endings on fire as the sting blends with pleasure.

“Baby,” Megumi whines, voice high pitched & breathy. He’s only slightly more coherent than you are. He’s lowered his body weight onto you, face buried in your neck, arms snaked under your back & over your shoulders so he can grip them.

“I know Gumi, I know,” you murmur, voice soft & desperate as he starts to pull his hips back halfway, forcing a gasp out of you. You lace your fingers into his soft, black hair—holding his face securely to your throat.

Everything feels like it’s in slow motion, brain mushy as you let Megumi roll his sinful hips into you again & again. You wrap one leg around his waist to give him more wiggle room. He takes it, nails digging into your skin as he holds your shoulders tighter. Soft lips pressed against your neck.

Megumi moves fluidly, tilting his hips up so he can drag his cock over your sweet spot with each thrust. Warm tingles race up your spine, into your brain as he fills you over & over.

Megumi is huffing into your throat, warming your skin and you tug on his hair making him hiss. He’s moving roughly, not quickly, but it’s more than enough get you even more drunk on his cock.l than you were.

“Baby,” Megumi pants brokenly. “Need you to cum, your pussy’s so good, I’m gonna cum soon,” he all but whines. You shiver & nod. He takes it & runs, pushing the pace of his hips the best he can in this tight position—making your eyes roll back in your skull.

You’re both slick with sweat, sticky & warm. The added sensation of your nipples sliding against his chest is overwhelming as he pushes you higher & higher. He’s punching wet hiccups out of you, whispering how much loves you, how sweet your pussy is & you can’t fucking take it.

“Megumi, please,” you frantically choke out the words. He holds you even tighter, making sure to curl his hips up even harsher this time. Your pussy flutters, knot winding up tight in your lower belly. It snaps violently. Your moans are watery & thick as you cum, arms around his neck holding him tight as he works you through it. Almost choking him.

“Oh, oh my god,” Megumi groans lowly as you clench tightly around his cock. You melt into a puddle of goo as you return to earth, eyes blinking slowly & heavily as Megumi finds his release. Filling you with sticky, warm cum in shallow thrusts.

You both lay there, Megumi’s forehead on your chest as the two of you catch your breath. Your heads fuzzy, his head’s still fuzzy & you’re pretty sure you’ll fall asleep like this.

You’re reminded again just how much you love Megumi when he at least tries to be coherent enough to turn you both until you’re on your sides, facing each other. Megumi pulls your soft blanket up to cover your waists.

Neither of you make a move to clean up. Instead you lazily slip a leg over his waist & his warm palm meets your thigh. Megumi kisses your forehead softly & you hang on just long enough for the two of you to exchange I love you’s before passing out.

You’ll deal with the mess in the morning.

#fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi smut #megumi smut #fushiguro smut #jjk megumi #jjk smut #jjk x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader

[joshslater]

Granny’s Will

A rewrite of JD's story. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

"You should stay away from him," she hissed in a low voice. I turned my head towards Cody's creepy granny and saw her leaning my way. "What?" I answered, not understanding what she meant. "Tell Cody you don't love him. You were only with him for the sex, but now understand how shallow you are. Tell him you are not good enough for him, clearly. You're also not good for him. He's just so full of disgusting thoughts now. Soon his grades are going to suffer. You're like a parasite, pumping him full of poison."

Her voice went harsher the further she went on. I just stared into my empty plate wondering if she was for real. If she would end the tirade with a "j/k lol", but I hadn't heard a single joke from her all evening. "I'm..." I started, unsure what to say. It was just so unhinged, like a rambling better suited a century ago.

"Should I get the desert?" Cody asked, returning from his bathroom break, and clearly not reading the mood of the room. We made a good couple on campus. He was the captain of the Lacrosse team, and supplemented his hard training on the team with some extra gym time to have a fitness magazine cover toned body. I was on the cheerleader team with body of a nymph. All rack and ass, long smooth, tanned legs, and tall enough to kiss him without standing on my toes. I decided to give my response to his granny right away, and left my chair to join him. "It's already here," I said and kissed him on the mouth. Not a quick kiss either, but with tongue and passion. With my tongue still in him I turned him around so I could see his grandmother. She looked pissed and her saggy face had turned red. Good. I locked eyes with her and gave her the finger behind Cody's back. Her eyes were turning red too. And glowed.

There was a sharp slap in my face, as if someone hit me with an open palm, and I felt a shock of pain through my entire body. I was thrown backward and fell, or perhaps rather forcefully pushed down, crashing into a bed. All pain was immediately gone and I was lying on my back in a silent and dim room. Faint sunlight glowed through the drawn curtains.

My thoughts were a jumble. While I didn't feel cold, I was naked and the sheets were damp with sweat. I leaned up, my eyes still adjusting to the lack of light, and saw a room I hadn't seen before. At the same time it was a kind of room I knew very well. Beat up weight bench, piles of laundry, X-box under the TV, and fit babes showing lots of skin on posters on the walls. Your standard sports jock room. Also filling the room was the dank smell of sweaty dude I also knew very well, and never liked when visiting the guys on the team for some... at home exercise.

"No fuckin' way…" I muttered, grabbing my throat hearing the deep mumble that escaped my lips. I felt the thick bulge in my neck, then stripped the sheets off me to see a massive, bulky body that wasn’t mine! “FUUUUUCK!” I shouted, jumping out of bed and hurling my beefy self to the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door.

Staring back at me was a tall, tanned, and incredibly ripped jock, the epitome of a dumb fratboy. Handsome but dickish face framed by unruly curls. Wide, hefty rounded shoulders, pecs that bounced and flexed at even the slightest move, jutting out from my brawny chest. A killer 6 pack, shredded from practice, and the V-line of a god leading down to a big bulge in the trunks. My trunks. I turned to look at my back and suddenly the vision of my cheerleading friends giggling about “jockbutts” as we watched the guys play came to mind. Athletic, striated thighs and calves like footballs completed the look before ending in pair of big sweaty feet. The tongue of my kicks just by the door told me they were size 15. Dude, ya know what they say about big feet? Totally true, yo! I was starting to bone up just looking at myself, filling out the trunks! Wait till the chicks see me! WAIT! NO! Chicks?! I mean, my Bros… Nah, fuck dude why would they care? They’re just as swole! uuuuugh… my head….

I staggered from the mirror and fell back on the bed. What the fuck had just happened? My head was pounding and my stomach growling. I knew this was Cody's granny's fault, somehow, but spending any more time in this rank room wouldn't solve anything, and to leave I needed something more than the loose, grey trunks I was currently wearing. The room was a mess, but inside the wide open wardrobes I only saw winter clothes. I grabbed a pair of basket shorts from the floor next to the bed and put them on, and their pair of socks from the floor under the shorts. Just as I was about to open the door I also decided to step into the sneakers.

The house was foreign to me, but lots of the decorations and furnishings were familiar. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where my mother was making breakfast as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She offered me second helpings of everything, complained that I was eating her out of the house, and told me I needed to shower before heading to school. I tried to argue that I was going to the gym with Cody after school, but she firmly told me that wouldn't be of any help to anyone who had to sit near me. It was only after I was in the shower I realized I somehow knew my schedule for the day. What was going on?

The house was in the old suburb the city had turned into a rent-controlled zone. All the buildings looked much more dilapidated here compared to our real house, but the upshot was that the school was within walking distance. As I was short on time I threw on the same clothes and a sweatshirt, grabbed the backpack, and started to jog there. Halfway to school Cody's granny suddenly stepped out of nowhere just in front of me. "One week," she said.

"What the fuck is going on?" I said, still not used to hearing my deep voice. "You have one week to show you can control that lustful body of yours. If your dick squirts a single drop of your disgusting ball phlegm you'll be stuck like this where you can't hurt him," she said in her shrill voice and poked my chest with her nail.

Just as suddenly as she appeared she was gone, and I felt a chill down my spine to my balls. I'd never felt a sensation like that before, but then I'd been a dude for like an hour. It was like you needed to pee, but different, and I could feel my recent dick stiffening again. Obviously the old crow had gifted me with a horniness attack as a parting gift. It was almost physically painful to not touch my junk and rub one out right then and there. The remainder of the way to school was agony as I jogged past worn-down houses built for Korean war vets back when, with MILFs getting in their cars to get to work. Occasionally a car with a babe from school would zip by, and when Riley from my class waved I was so close to bust a nut. I don't think it was the actual jog that made me arrive at school all sweaty and smelly.

School was weird. Obviously I knew everyone in class, but somehow it wasn't a shock to them that I was suddenly this muscular jock. My usual spot had been moved to back in the room, and the teachers weren't really paying much of any attention to me. Which was probably a good thing, because man did I have a lot of issues to deal with. Who designed these desks? They were way too small to sit straight in. I found the only bearable way to sit in them was to slouch, legs spread apart to not slide off the seat. That however made a full display of my erratic boner. If I focused on what the teacher tried to tell us I could take attention away from my horny dick long enough for it to get soft, but as soon as one of the girls answered a question I could do nothing but stare at their back and remember from PE how they looked naked. Queue tenting and feeble attempts to cover it up.

I squirmed and sweated my way through the classes, half the time thinking a sweatshirt was the worst decision with how clammy I was and half the time thinking what a masterstroke it was to hide in it. I was close to losing it during lunch. You might think that just putting more people in a room wouldn't be an issue. You can only have so many people in your field of view after all, and the ratio of hot to average people is the same. But somehow the average-looking people melt away and your eyes keep darting between the super hot people, most of which I'd showered with at cheerleading practice. I did my best to keep focus on the food, and it kind of helped because as soon as I started eating I realized how hungry I was.

Time dragged on during the afternoon, and I did my best to stay unfocused. Listen to the teacher, but zone out from class interactions and certainly everyone in class, and above all don't think of your own body and how it feels. Most teachers left me alone, and the one that didn't I managed to give an answer that satisfied him enough that I wasn't totally asleep.

After school Cody and I went to the gym. I somehow knew that we usually did that on the days with no lacrosse practice, which was kind of unsettling to me. How much else of my mind and my memories had his grandmother soiled? It was nice to finally be alone with Cody, but he was acting quite different than he used to around me. I was after all just a teammate now, albeit someone he was friendly enough with to be his gym buddy. He seemed chattier and less guarded than I've ever known him. Lots of talk bout the cheerleading team and babes in general, which I did my best to deflect. We changed into our gym clothes, for me a grey tank top and shorts with a printed sunset on, and went to work. I was again shocked that I knew things I didn't know before, like how to use the gym equipment and spot for Cody. He for his part continued to talk about girls, and that's when it hit me, as I saw ourselves in a mirror wall. He was trying to impress me. Despite him being the captain, he clearly saw me as the top dawg, at least regarding girls and sex. The player among his peers.

As unsettling as some of the revelations at the gym had been, at the end, once I got Cody to focus on the exercises, it felt cleansing to work as hard as possible. It was like all of the sexual buildup over the day got released and replaced with glowing muscles. Most of it anyway. Walking back home from the gym alone with my thoughts I was confused with how the day had ended. Not only was I still with Cody, but I had somehow become his best buddy. It was bewildering why his granny had made that change, but I was grateful for it. Above all though it felt like I had a shot. I could survive one week of this and come out better for it.

Immediately as I stepped into the mess that was my room I wasn't so sure anymore. The walls were filled with scantily clad women, just at the line of what is acceptable to sell to students. Pop stars, actresses, and photo models. But worse than that was the smell. That jock room smell, heated by sunlight all day. Even before this transformation nonsense I would associate it with sex, though from an entirely different point of view. I could feel the horniness coming crashing in fast and rushed to the bathroom for another shower, a colder one.

I spent all the time between dinner and bedtime playing on the X-box, trying to avoid thinking about anything but the game. Several times during the games I caught myself joining in with all the sexist shit my teammates kept saying over the voice chat. It wasn't that it got me hard again, but it did make me worry about how easily bro speak kept creeping in.

The boner I woke up to was almost painful. The room was warm, I was hot, and my dick strained the fabric of the trunks I had gone to bed with. Barely awake my right hand almost automatically started to slowly grab and rub my hot rod when all of a sudden the last clouds of sleep vanished and in panic I realized what I was dangerously close to do. I jumped out of bed, rushed into the shower, and had another close call before I lowered the temperature. I needed to come up with some sort of plan to survive this week.

I threw together a shitty lunch box, protein bars and fruit, so I could avoid the school cafeteria. I put on a cut-off T to not melt in the classroom, and compression shorts as underwear in the hope of keeping that troublesome dick in place. I brought the tangled mess of headphones with me so I could tune out the class and focus on the book and the board. I was determined to not fail.

The day started out fine, though Mr. Carlton in English objected to me wearing the headphones. I told him to back off for one week, as I was on my period. The rest of the class laughed, he blushed, and left the matter. Honestly I scared myself again with that response as I kept having these short moments when I didn't act like myself, but like this douchy frat dude.

At lunchtime I was starting to feel real horny again. If not for the compression shorts under my loose basket shorts I would be visibly tenting. I went to the stadium to get away from everyone and do a few laps in the hope that physical exercise would keep the libido in check, like what happened when I worked out with Cody. Just as I had hoped the area was deserted. No one else was dumb enough to be out on the track at midday in this hot weather. I wanted to get two or four laps in, to get 800 or 1600 meters, but it was too hot. After one lap I could feel the sweat running down my back. Instead I ended up cooling my dick in the drinking fountain by the bleachers to numb it a bit, downed half a gallon of water, and ate my packed lunch.

It felt like things were going downhill from there. Jessica kept staring at me during US history and then invited herself to team up with me during chemistry. It was like she didn't care I had practically soaked my shirt during lunch. It took me longer than I want to admit, and a fragrant lab with ammonium chloride, to realize that perhaps she reacted the way she did because of how I smelled and not despite it. Of course that witch must have done something with my pheromones, if that wasn't new-age bullshit. That meant I would have to keep my distance from girls too, because no way her magic worked one way.

Thankfully next on the schedule was Lacrosse training with Cody and the team. I knew all these guys since I started cheerleading, some longer, but this was way different. I was one of them, moreover one they looked up to almost as much as Cody. I ought to have been harder than ever getting into gear with all those muscled bodies, but I barely rocked a semi. Though to be fair I was probably the best looking guy of the bunch. All those thoughts just vanished as soon as we entered the field. It was just me, the team, the coach, and the game.

I don't think I can put in words how exhilarating it was to not think of anything but what was happening right there and then. Time just rushed me by and we were heading back to the locker room again. Cody made sure to walk just next to me, patting my shoulder, and telling me how great it had been. He was right.

We talked about what had gone well, what we needed to improve, how Alex had screwed up all his passes, how Lauren from the cheerleader squad had looked at me throughout practice, how Cody's group project in Spanish was falling apart, what games I had been playing last night. Not until we stepped into the showers did it hit me that this was all wrong. I was his girlfriend, not his mate. I don't know if he noticed any shift in my demeanor, because as I was lost in those thoughts he began staring at me. "Fuck, you really are hung as a donkey" he said, and I looked down at my soapy hand absentmindedly jerking my fully erect dick off. Fuck! I stopped immediately. "Keep at it, bro. Looks like you need it. Why's everyone so quiet?" he said and left the showers. I realized we were the only ones left, though we had been the last ones back into the locker room from the field.

The showers only had one setting, lukewarm, so I couldn't go for a cold shower. I desperately needed one, apparently. I hadn't even noticed what I was doing before Cody rescued me, and I wasn't even through the second day. I quickly rinsed off the soap, made hasty work with the towel, and returned to the locker room.

"Looks like someone is ready," a smirking Lauren said from across the empty locker room. I was too surprised to hide anything with the towel in my hand. I stood frozen, like a deer in headlights, completely naked, and with a raging hardon. "I asked everyone if we could have a moment," she continued. She was wearing the white sneakers, the knee-high socks, and the cheerleading skirt from our uniform, but was topless. Her beautiful sand blonde, wavey hair reached down to her perky, round breasts. I had always been envious of that hair, but it was the boobs, jiggling as she approached me, that kept my attention. I could feel hormones rush into all the primate parts of my body while I stood still. She kept getting closer until at last her chest touched mine. It was like something snapped inside me, like a glass ampoule in a glow stick, that couldn't be put back. I grabbed her and kissed her, long and deep. To hell with Cody's granny's witch games. She did this, so she can undo it. I just needed to empty my balls into this slut. She wasn't wearing her spankies and I knew for a fact she was on her pills, so we were almost instantly on my towel on the bench with her legs over my shoulders, squeezing my fuck stick.

It was everything I had hoped for, though probably much quicker than she had hoped for, when my shattering orgasm came. Whoever said girls' orgasms were better had never tried out this body. Fucking hell how good it felt filling the bitch up. She was still smirking when I pulled out my dick and leaked our smoothie blend on my towel. "Now be a slutty boy and keep the rest of the chicks off Cody," she said, eyes glowing red.

[gamerwoman3d]

Pretend I'm Him [pt. 2]

An MK1 x Reader

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[🔞Spicy/Explicit after the cut🔞]

He shifted into his natural, gravely tiger-purr voice to whisper an answer.

“I can't speak for him on that topic, but for me it's been a long while. A lot longer than Ying Fortress.” he confessed.

...

His natural voice, this close to your soaked cunt, was as terrifying as it was arousing. You opened your eyes and saw too much blue in front of you. He watched your legs tense and your toes curl as he spoke. Your thighs clenched reflexively around the wet spot you'd been hiding.

For Kuai Liang, you'd have already been naked and arching your wetness up to his face to show it off. But for your own grandmaster, you'd never dared to let yourself even consider entertaining a fantasy of him. You'd gone so far as to force yourself to ignore how handsome he is, how strong he is, how erotic he looks and sounds while training. But as always, the thing his voice did to you was impossible to ignore. He continued to use his natural growl.

“You’re tensing up. I hope you're just aroused and not scared to use me. You are in no trouble, still, I promise you,” he comforted you.

“...Can you just say fuck?” you said with a wince.

“...Fuck?” he asked, more as an obedient statement than a question.

“You keep saying ‘use.’ I don't want to ‘use’ you, it sounds icky, it does not sound fun, I do not want to feel like I made anyone feel ‘used,’” you said.

“Ah. I suppose ‘used’ fails to convey how excited I am for it. I do feel aroused by the thought of you using me for your pleasure; it excites me, I would feel desired by it, not exploited. But I also know you, and this leads me to have a concern that you may be too intimidated to fuck me,” he said.

“I kinda am… intimidated, though,” you said.

“Because I'm your grandmaster?” he asked.

“Yeah…” you said.

You allowed all the normal reasons anyone would be nervous about sex to slip from your mind. You didn't need reason; you already made up your mind.

“I doubt that I can stop you from being scared to fuck your grandmaster. But during these moments, I'm not acting as the grandmaster of any clan. I'm just trying to clean up another mess left behind by an idiot. This particular idiot I happen to call brother. And this particular mess will be the only mess of his that I actually enjoy rectifying, because rectifying this mess means I get to be your fucktoy. Stay afraid to fuck your grandmaster, if that fear serves you. But I'm not your grandmaster right now; right now I'm just your fucktoy. Don't be afraid to fuck your fucktoy.”

Maybe it gets you off to hear it but you can’t tell him how much it excites you. He tongued the roof of his mouth suggestively before he spoke.

“Do you still want kisses?” he asked, mimicking Kuai Liang.

You answered by closing your eyes, relaxing into his touch, and loosening your clothes. You undid hooks and buttons and zippers, encouraging him to get you naked and get to the goods. He crooned as he stripped your clothes away a layer at a time. Your pants slipped down beneath your butt, pulled by strong hands. To keep from sliding out of the chair as he pulled the fabric from beneath you, you dug your nails into the comfortable armrests. You heard his breath hitch, and a low groan of approval, as he uncovered your sopping wet gap.

“Were you drowning in your own unfulfilled desires this entire time? What thoughts prompted this? What was it that got you so drenched? Tell me.” he asked.

You grabbed his hands and put them on you.

“No, don't ask, just… please?” you whimpered.

“Here?” he asked, “Is this where you want kisses?”

He slid two fingertips along the outline of your slit, exposing the puffy pink clit. It was easy enough to imagine Kuai Liang speaking to you and touching you this way, but part of your excitement grew from knowing exactly whose hand now threatened to snatch your love away from that traitor.

“It looks swollen. It's swollen, reddening, and feverish. It looks painful. Does it hurt?” he asked.

It didn't, until he asked. Knowing he could see it, stare at it, and judge it, made it throb. You nodded and whimpered, never once opening your eyes.

“Yea a little, but just a little, please, please,” you said, hoping it wouldn't stop him.

“Please, what? You want me to please kiss it better?” he asked.

You spread your legs and arched your back in the chair, biting your lip and whining as you presented your exposed wet pussy to him.

“Please?” You reiterated.

You heard ruffling in front of you. You gathered from the sound that he was undressing, fast. A desire to watch him strip clashed against the nervewracking vulnerability that came with knowing that he, your grandmaster, finally sees how wet and hot and needy you've always been. This internal clash of desires burned your cheeks red.

You screwed your eyes shut to keep from watching him undress. His hands went back to your knees and adjusted your spread to his preferences. Then he pressed his face between your thighs and kissed the wet, hot, swollen bits until your knees shook in his hands.

You only let yourself look down when you realized it feels different. When treating your clit, Kuai's plump lips would kiss against it and massage it, with a sweet light suckling sensation that always felt divine. The sweet, light suckling sensation was similar now, against your overheated, twitching clit. But Bi-han's terse lips constricted around it, held it steady from all sides as he gently glossed it with the tip of his tongue over and over again with the same easy pressure as he used when he kissed. Unlike with Bi-Han’s kisses, he wasn't teasing your lips open; he was coaxing your climax.

This sight was something similar enough to what you had seen before with Kuai Liang: Strong, naked, broad shoulders and long brown hair in a bun, all nestled between your thighs, tempting you to grab hold, caress, touch.

With his lips buried and his nose pressed and bent against your pubic mound, Bi-han more closely resembled Kuai Liang. Bi-Han’s eyes stayed closed until he felt you staring. He looked precious, looked lost in his own enjoyment. But as you looked down to watch him rub his face into your pussy, something changed, and he looked up at you. He flinched, sank his face lower between your legs. The tip of his nose nudged against your clit, and he ducked down to fill the gap with a thrust of his tongue. His face sank down and into you, until it appeared that he wore your slit like a mask.

With this much of his face covered, the resemblance became uncanny. You shuddered all around him, mewling brokenly with the same lack of restraint as you would have used if Kuai Liang's face had truly appeared before you to fill you with his feverish tongue. This vision of Kuai Liang faded the instant you gasped, replaced by a smug glint in the eyes that you recognized as specific to Bi-Han.

The reflexive fear of being “caught” by your grandmaster seemed silly now, with his tongue twitching against your winking entrance. Yet when you closed your eyes from the excitement of being seen like this, the tip of his tongue trailed up, towards the base of your clit. You squinted, letting one eye open to peer down at him. His eyes were fixated on your face. The second your iris was visible, his face sunk back down, and you felt yourself tongued open. You'd close your eyes, he'd take his tongue from your hole and rise up to suckle your clit. You'd peek, and he'd duck down to tonguefuck you. There was a smile in his eyes as you played peekaboo with his visage.

And then he rocked his nose against your clit. You knew it was intentional. His tongue glanced over a stupefyingly sensitive spot inside you. Using the bridge of his nose as a fulcrum, he rocked his face into you. As his nose swished against your clit, he pushed his tongue into that sensitive spot again and again. His Nose grew slick, his face wet with the product of your stupidification.

You dug your nails into the plush arms of the chair to stop yourself from grabbing his head and clawing his bun apart in an attempt to fuck his face until he drowned.

You were certain you couldn’t look back down at the smug glint in those brown eyes without an orgasm ripping through your dirty soul. Split apart over his nose and tongue, after weeks with no action, left you desperate to cum.

“Ah, I want to cum,” you howled brokenly.

He slipped his tongue from you just long enough to answer, but punctuated each word of his answer with nips your clit.

“And… I. Want… You. To. Cum.” he said, each word separated by the quick suckle of your clit.

He wedged his nose back into its slot between your folds, nestled and rocking against your twitching clit. The tip of his tongue plunged back inside to split you open, just enough that the muscle could find that spot and stroke along it. He found it with all the precision of a heat seeking missile.

It took precious few strokes to strike you blind with pleasure. You squealed, shook, and came with a splatter of liquid across his already glistening wet mouth. The flavor made him hum approvingly, and the muffled vibrations from the sound of his low voice shot straight into you.

He continued to hum and rock his face to work you apart on his tongue until the blindness and screeching passed. When you could finally look down your own body at him, fucked out and silently begging him to give you a merciful pause, he held your gaze.

He made you watch his lips suckle your sensitive clit. As he withdrew his face, his hollowed cheeks sucked in to accentuate the high, pretty cheekbones, his puckered lips pulled the solid, swollen clit out and away from your body. His lips pinched down on it and popped off the tip with a tiny slurp, and the clit snapped back into its place within your folds. It gave you a little jolt, and a final shock of pleasure that cut through the haze of your blissed out post-orgasmic state.

He wiped his face. He rose from his place, where he had been submerged between your legs. He drug himself up your shivering body until you were eye to eye with him, and kissed you sensually as your bones rattled beneath him.

“Does it taste better, now?” he asked.

You didn't have the breath to answer him, but God, it didn't taste that different any longer, you thought. The only element missing now was the smoky aftertaste. You found that “you” actually tasted pleasant on him; you were confident that he didn't fake his enjoyment. You wouldn't be shocked to find he developed a taste for your flavor. You closed your eyes and gave in to the urge to suck the flavor off his face while you shivered under him. You chalked it up to your imagination that a faint scent of smoke crept in the room from somewhere as you let yourself envision this as a tender, final farewell moment with Kuai Liang. You expected the message you sent him on your encrypted app would go unanswered forever. Perhaps you'd never truly get a moment of closure with him, but you could still kiss him goodbye in your mind.

“You are really pretty like this,” he said when you finally released his lips.

“Like what?”

“Naked. Shuddering. Blissful. Too content with yourself to be afraid of me,” he murmured.

You looked into his eyes, thought about telling him his eyes were pretty. But you just stared. He stared back. You considered that you might be falling in love. You thought you both might be falling in love. It felt fine. You felt ready to be fully enveloped in his arms. You pulled at his biceps.

“Hold me,” you said.

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[stinkyme]

Hello! This is Nikolai Gogol fic I had in mind, I got inspired for it by seeing someone here discussing how Nikolai could use his cane in NSFW manner. If I find people who discussed it, I will tag them in the comments! :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, petnames, praising, a bit of degrading, overstimulation, edging, Nikolai using his ability khmkhm, established relationship, tying up, blindfold, submissive!reader, slight facefucking, oral!fem receiving, oral!Nikolai receiving, using his cane in khm khm manner, slight choking, bits of fluff in the end

A/N: his cane is cleaned i promise and imagine it with roundish, dull end, gold metal YK WHAT I MEAN

If I forgot anything, please let me know! I hope you enjoy :)

Also I apologize if there are any mistakes!

Game Of Reaction || Nikolai Gogol x Reader

You had no idea what your beloved boyfriend had exactly in mind when he proposed this idea to you.

He came to you happily, as his usual self, however more excited than usual.

"Ahh darling, I have new, amazing idea for tonight's show, care to participate?" Nikolai said upbeat, giggling.

You were always a bit unsure about his ideas since you knew just how eccentric they can get.

"I promise, you will love it darling, for me? Please?" Nikolai asked you while taking your hand and kissing it gently, looking up at you like a puppy.

He always knew he could convince you to do anything. So you agreed.

This is why now, you are tied up for bed, naked with your legs spread, not being able to close them, blindfolded and waiting to see what will he do or say.

"My, my, you look beautiful, princess. I could just sit right here and admire you for hours. Hm, maybe I will make that little show next time! Now, it's time for, how I like to call it, Game of reactions!" he said and you could hear how excited he was.

It was fairly quiet in the room, you could hear Nikolai moving around, but he was silent.

Suddenly you felt something cold on your neck being dragged down to your chest, slowly pressing your left nipple.

You trembled and gasped at sudden contact, not entirely sure what it was.

"Hm?" Nikolai hummed lowly.

He kept dragging cold metal down your tummy, it was very gentle, you could barely feel it but it made you ticklish and trembling.

"Any guesses, dear?" he asked playfully.

You had no idea what was he using, you thought it was maybe a knife but it wasn't sharp, you could feel that it was dull material.

"Um..some sort of metal?" you asked him a bit unsure.

"You are close, maybe you need more.." he stopped his sentence and dragged still cold metal down your lower tummy which made your hips buckle down in matress, you let out a small breath from sensation.

He giggled.

"You have splendid reactions princess, they make me amused. I knew we would be enjoying this, but I just started with you." Nikolai said teasingly, you could hear in his voice that he really enjoyed this a lot.

He moved cold metal on your inner thigh, it was barely touching you, like a feather, and moved it near your already wet and needy pussy.

You tried closing your legs from sensations, you wanted to rub your thighs together to ease up the tension building inside.

"Ah, not so quick princess." Nikolai said while gently pushing your left knee with whatever tool he was using.

"Don't steal fun away from me, okay?" he was teasing.

You nodded even though you knew you are in for the long night and Nikolai was ruthless, he could tease and tease for hours, no matter how much you begged him, it was just more amusing to him.

"So now...any new ideas, love? What am I using? I have a hint. It's fairly long, one of the accessories I can't ever leave without, I usually hold it in my hand..."

You cut him off.

"Nikolai? Your cane??" you asked surprised.

He started laughing and giggling at your reaction.

"What a nice reactions you have! I could do this forever! Indeed, love, it is my cane."

You were about to say something when you felt cold pressure on your clit going in slow circles.

You moaned at sensation and you could hear low chuckle coming from Nikolai.

He kept going faster with cold end of his cane which made you tremble and shake because you could feel getting closer to your orgasm.

If he kept doing it for just a bit more you would finally have your release.

"Please, please, Kolya, just keep going, I am so close." you were begging him and you could feel your orgasm coming.

You could hear his breath when he laughed, intrigued and amused by your pleads and begging.

"So now...", he continued as he removed his cane away from your wet, needy, spilling cunt, "Hm? You made such a mess princess, are you enjoying this just as much as I do?" he asked innocently knowning how frustrated you are every time he edges you like this.

"Kolya..please, I am so close, it hurts." you were pleading even though you knew it was just growing his desire to play and deny you more.

"Ahh, darling, I can tell how desperate you are." he said as he moved end of his cane to your entrance which made you tense up. Will he actually fucking do that?

He collected juices from your entrance on his cane and circled around your clit just slightly more for you to moan and get even closer just to move it back at your entrance which made you tense up again.

"Kolya? What are you doing?" you asked while he was spreading your lips with end of his cane, teasing your entrance.

"Hm? I am just making you feel good darling, but don't worry, I have something better for you. You wouldn't think I would use my cane for something like this, right?" he laughed.

"Such a splendid reactions you have, ahh." he moaned.

"It's making me so happy princess, you can't imagine." he removed his cane from your entrance just to come between your legs.

He was fully clothed and slowly pressed himself on your pussy just so you could feel how hard he was.

His bulge made you twitch, you were already overly sensitive.

"Do you like when you do this to me dove, do you feel what are you doing to your man? Hm?" he asked in low, serious voice.

You felt something wet fall on your clit, slowly moving down at your entrance which made you moan. You realized he spat on your pussy. He then licked his lips, amused and as needy as you.

"So sensitive. Such a beautiful reaction. Oh, my love, I could do this forever. I want to see every face you make, every reactions you have brought out by no one else but me. Oh, what a lovely art this is! What a lovely art you are, my beautiful Y/N!" his voice was so whiny it made you even more turned on.

He moved away from you and you could hear doors opening and closing.

Did the bastard just leave you like this? You were beyond frustrated and moved your hips into nothing just to get some sort of release, unsuccessfully.

Behind the door, Nikolai removed his clothes and leaned on them, waiting for your next reaction.

"Kolya? Kolya??" you called out but got no response.

"Kolya, please, don't leave me like this. How cold hearted you are! Please, come back." you were pleading rather dramatically, but hoping he will come back.

Nikolai was stroking himself behind the door and started moaning loud enough for you to hear.

"Please, I need you Kolya, please don't leave me like this." you were begging him, still moving your hips around in pointless manner.

"Oh, how needy you are. You are a little needy slut, you know that, Y/N?" Nikolai was saying, his voice whiny and mixed with his moans. He kept stroking himself for you to hear.

"Do you wish you were on my dick, darling? Hm? Do you wish you were the one doing this? Making me sound like this? Ahh" Nikolai was moaning as your frustration grew.

"Yes, yes, please, let me make you feel good, please come here baby." you were desperate.

Suddenly, he was quiet and you could hear his movement stopped. Was he convinced?

That's when you felt something entering your wet, hot, abandoned cunt.

Nikolai's long, slender, skillfull fingers were pumping in and out of you in pace he knew you loved the most.

He was still behind the door, he used his ability to entertain you and himself.

As you were moaning and moving your hips to meet up his fingers, he kept playing with himself.

"Ahh, it feels so good Kolya, please don't stop, I am so close." you were basically tearing up from stimulation.

"How desperate..." Nikolai said as he opened the door and saw you all flushed, tears under the blindfold, trying so hard to reach your orgasm.

He stopped his ability and you were once again met with frustration and neediness.

He came up to you and you could feel his breath close to your neck and his hair tickling you while he watched your face full of desperation.

"Hm?" he hummed.

He slowly placed himself above your chest, his knees spreaded on both sides of you, but he wasn't sitting on you so he doesn't hurt you. He towered above you, once again, his

"How about this, my beautiful Y/N with the reactions that bring me so much amusement, how about..you tell your Kolya what you want?" he was whispering in your ear and slowly backed up, waiting for your reaction and answer.

"I.." you opened your mouth to speak when he suddenly pushed his big, think, veiny cock inside of your mouth. He was going in and out, not too fast, not too slow, but deep enough to make you gag and tear up. You were licking and sucking as much as you could, leaving yourself breathless.

"Ahhh, don't you love surprises my dear? You know, any desire you have, you must earn. I think I made that clear millions of times, ahh just like that, what a good slut you are." Nikolai was groaning, moaning, that man was loud, no doubt about it.

He slowly removed himself from your mouth, cupping your flashed face full of tears.

"Ah, was I rough baby? Sorry, let me clean you up." he lowered himself to your face and licked tears that were going down, leaving a small, gentle kiss on your lips.

"There, there, good girl. You are such a good girl, my best girl with best reactions only for me!" he was praising and carresing your face.

You calmed down, your pussy was burning and you were moving your hips around trying to make him give it attention.

He moved away from your chest and face and came between your legs, you could feel his gaze on your pussy.

He came closer with his face, ghostly brushing his nose over your needy, swollen clit. That made you twitch again.

"Please Kolya...just let me cum, please, I was good for you. Please." you were begging him.

He chuckled.

"My, my, so needy...what beautiful reactions you have. Do you crave me here, love?" he brushed your clit with his thumb.

"Yes! Yes, I crave you. I need you, Nikolai, I am so close, it hurts." your words were music to his ears.

"Ah, your desire is my demand, my love." he started licking your clit, going up and down, then in small circles with his tongue. Slowly, he moved his two fingers at your entrance, pushing them and putting pressure on your sensitive spot. You were moaning and your eyes rolled in the back of your head, it was so much, you were so sensitive, you just needed a little bit more.

"Yeah, yeah Kolya, just like that, don't stop, please." you were somehow saying through your moans.

You were about to cum when Nikolai stopped all his movement.

"I got a new idea, don't be mad at me, just be patient my love."

He got up and rubbed his hard cock at your entrance, collecting all the precum and slowly moving it up to rub your clit for a second just for you to moan out and for him to smile at your sensitivity.

He pushed his cock inside you, slipping in easily which made both of you moan.

"So wet...so wet for me. So, mghm, good, ahh, you are precious love." Nikolai said while lowering himself to kiss you, his hot, wet tongue slipping in your mouth playing with yours.

He moved his hand around your throat, choking you, not too hard, while his pace was getting faster. You moaned in his mouth and could feel his smirk.

He slowly moved his hand down, on your needy clit, playing with it which made you moan even more.

He kept going in fast pace, playing with your clit just how you liked until you finally came all over his cock, shaking during your orgasm and deepening the kiss, messy, muffled moaning in his mouth. That made him reach his orgasm too, filling you up with his hot cum, he was whining, biting your neck to supress the intense sensation.

Once you both calmed down, he removed your blindfold, kissing your cheeks, lips and nose.

"That's a reaction I was waiting for, love, you did amazing. I love you, my sweet Y/N." he looked at you softly.

You smiled at him, feeling warm and satisfied.

"I love you too, Kolya." you giggled out.

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[fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme]

Okay. Fuck it. I said I'll get it done until the weekend but considering I'll make it into 3 parts now, have part 2 of 'Sanji having a tattoo and Zoro being super normal about it' before writers block kicks my ass again.

Pt. 1 can be found here

This part gets a bit horny and also kinda emotional....at least as emotional as these idiots can get. Enjoy😊

For a few moments the bathroom was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Then hell broke loose, or rather Sanji broke loose. With a kick to Zoro's stomach he tried getting the green haired man off him.

"The hell is wrong with you? Did all that moss on your head finally grow into your brain or what?!" he screamed. But the swordsman didn't move, eyes fixed on the tattoo. Sanji cleared his throat, aiming for another kick. "Mosshead, I'm talking to you!" he tried wriggling free but it was no use. Zoro still held both his hands in an iron grip with one hand, while the other reached out towards his chest as if the sentient seaweed was in a trance, unfamiliar gently tracing over the rose. It took everything in Sanji not to shiver at this.

"You know..." Zoro started, his fingers still tracing over the tattoo. "I really hoped you weren't that dumb. Tattooing some random girl's name, fucking stupid!" as soon as the last word left Zoro's mouth, he found himself splashing backwards into the bathtub. Maybe he should have seen that one coming. "Bet her reaction was comparable to yours right now, am I right?" Zoro asked as he hoisted himself upon the ledge of the tub. The shitty cook made an angry noise at that, stomping over to the swordsman.

Crossing his arms Sanji gave Zoro an angry stare. "What happened to asking about it like a good boy, huh? Instead you barge in here like a perv and assume you know shit about what I conciously put on my body! I didn't know what I expected from someone who only has alcohol poisoned moss for brains, but it certainly wasn't this!" he yelled, contemplating to just kick the shitty swordsman back into the tub. At least that would take care of his personal hygiene. Already raising his leg towards his opponents head, he noticed that the shithead wasn't even looking at him anymore. Ignorant bastard. Instead the green haired idiot was staring towards the ceiling and was that a blush on his cheeks? For a moment Sanji wanted to blame that on the overall temperature inside the bathroom, then he finally realised that he was still entirely naked and the swordsman literally had a front row seat to see his dick right now.

As soon as the shitty cook raised his leg towards Zoro, all thoughts left his brain. This sight was better than anything his imagination ever produced. Long legs still dripping with water, muscles flexing, ready to deliver a painful kick. He wished to feel them wrapped around himself, to mark them up with bites, kiss along them up to...No. As much as he wanted to appreciate those powerful thighs and everything between them some more, this was not the right moment. It took all his willpower to look at the ceiling instead of the very exposed cook infront of him. Why did he even go through with this stupid idea? He should just walk out and forget this ever happened, the cook wouldn't let him live it down anyway. Speak of the devil, said shitty cook shook out of his momentary stupor to grab Zoro's chin and force him back to eye level with himself. "First of all, my eyes are here mon chou" he almost purred with newfound confidence and Zoro felt heat curl in his stomach. "And second, you still haven't asked to see me like this, it's not that hard...unlike you".

Sanji didn't really know what he expected from teasing the mossball or where he took his sudden confidence from but he was still surprised when a callussed hand grabbed his wrist and a dangerous growl escaped the swordsman. "Don't fucking talk to me like that! I'm none of your hopeless flirts curlybrows!" he hissed, guiding Sanji's hand aways from his face. "I've already seen it now so there's no need to ask anyways!" Zoro sounded different as he said that, tho Sanji couldn't quite pinpoint why. This entire situation was too weird for them to think about such little details now. He never thought the swordsman would stoop as low as this just to see his tattoo. But here he sat infront of Sanji dripping wet and with a very visible boner. This was the weirdest thing of all and the blond had to dig very deep through his memories to not match the swordsman in his compromising position (For once he was glad to have seen his old man in the rattiest pair of underwear known to mankind). He wouldn't give the mosshead that satisfaction. Not yet at least. For now he wanted to sort through this mess that startet shortly after he joined the Strawhats and maybe finally tell the truth about the name over his heart. The swordsman didn't seem to buy the lie of Sanji getting the name tattooed for a random girl, so truth it had to be. Goddamn shitty marimo and the things his presence did to Sanji. He needed a cigarette. Or three. For now he settled on a deep sigh.

"Alright marimo, this is ridiculous even for us. Take care of your little problem and then find me in the galley. If I'm gonna tell you about this, at least I wanna wear pants" with that the cook yanked his hand out of Zoro's grip and made his way out the door. Zoro sighed. The love cook was right. This whole thing was ridiculous. The only thing he himself got out of it was the most embarrasing boner of his life and uncomfortably cliging wet clothes. He waited until he heard Sanji's steps retreat, then quickly took care of the problem in his pants. After cleaning himself as good as possible and wringing out his clothes he made his way to the galley. Hopefully all this shit was worth it, he just wanted to know wich poor girl was forever stamped on the cook's chest and if it was something he could use against him. With a teasing grin Zoro swung open the galley door. "So, who's the unlucky lady on your chest curlybrows?" he asked and settled on the couch. The cook already looked ready to kick him again and took a long drag of his cigarette. Oh this would be a fun story to hear.

"Will you finally stop with that assumptions you shithead? And maybe apologize first for spying on me" Sanji hoped he could stall for a bit, still contemplating to tell Mossball the same lie as anyone else. But he said it himself. He knew Sanji wasn't stupid enough to do something like this. And why was that idiot so determined to see it anyways. That was the question that drove Sanji insane the most. "Well shitty swordsman? I'm not hearing an apology and why are you so dead set on seeing my tattoo anyways, hm?" if he was to answer the swordsman, he also had some things to explain first. Sanji watched the still slightly wet marimo opening and closing his mouth like a fish, all while looking like doing the hardest mental gymnastics. Maybe it was mean to force Zoro into telling, considering he didn't like to talk about personal things. No. No, for once he had to explain himself no matter how uncomfortable it made him. Sanji was right there with him anyways. After a while, Zoro finally decided to speak.

"Well, I was just curious I think" he managed to get out. It was only half the truth but he wasn't ready to tell the shitcook the entire reason why. Zoro's eyes flicked around the kitchen, he couldn't look at the blond in front of him. Not when the images from the bathroom were still fresh in his mind. He never thought to see the cook like this close up and it was a sight to behold. Nope. Full stop. That train of thought had to wait until this conversation was over. He wished he could stand up and get some Sake, that always made talking easier. But noticing the ashtray on the counter filled with cigarette butts he at least knew he wasn't alone in his nervousness.

Sanji sighed. "Curious? That's what you call spying on me in the shower? I'd call it being a creep" he said pointing his cigarette at Zoro.

"If anyone's a creep it's definetly you curls. Seeing as you got some random girl's name tattooed" Zoro grumbled out, not caring for the shitty cook's sharp intake of breath.

"Will you stop with that? Have you even considered that it could not be a random girl?" Sanji had a hard time trying to keep his voice calm.

Zoro huffed out a half hearted laugh. "Well then, enlighten me cook! I already asked you once but you didn't answer me. So go ahead, now is the time"

"First off: you were drunk off your ass when you asked me, I doubt you'd even remember it if I told you back then. Second: unless you apologize, I won't tell you shit!" by now Sanji didn't even care if he was yelling. Sometimes that was the only way of communication the mossball infront of him understood.

"Fine shit cook! I'm sorry for being curious about your stupid tattoo! Now tell me who the poor girl on your chest is" Zoro yelled back and narrowly escaped another kick aimed at him.

Sanji took another deep breath. The mossball had sort of apologized and he was getting tired of his stupid assumptions, so now it was all or nothing. "It's my mother's name, shithead!" he said in a calm and measured tone that even surprised himself.

That left Zoro stunned. He blinked, opened his mouth, blinked again and closed his mouth.

Sanji took the last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the overflowing ashtray. "Bet that never crossed your mind, eh marimo?" he asked looking at a still very much speechless Zoro that looked like he was questioning his entire being right now. It made him kinda nervous. Sanji never thought that the first person, besides Zeff, to know about his tattoo would be the stupid moss haired swordsman that is Roronoa Zoro. He basically bared a part of his soul to the one person he knew could destroy him with this knowledge.

After a few more seconds that felt like hours, Zoro finally found his voice again. "Shit, curls....'m sorry" he mumbled, looking anywhere but the cook. Feeling his curiosity come back he added: " Why didn't you tell the others?".

Sanji leaned against the counter, already fumbling with his next cigarette. "Dunno, they never questioned my cover story. I'm sure at least Robin-chan and Nami-san know it's not the truth but they never pressured me for an answer, unlike you dumbass." he chuckled. "The others would probably never believe you if you told them what I told you"

Zoro nodded. "Wouldn't have told them anyways" he said, decidedly not acknowledging the cook's provokation. Sure curlybrows mostly was an idiot but that didn't mean Zoro would tell his secret to everyone. He still had some sense of honor.

"Thanks, mon chou" the words fell out of Sanji's mouth before he could stop himself, mentally cursing the unusual fond tone of his voice. He blamed the weird time of night for it and hoped Zoro would ignore it like his jab towards him. Unfortunately luck wasn't on his side.

"Anytime curls, thanks for trusting me with that" came Zoro's equally fond reply. The atmosphere between him and the cook was weird enough anyways, so what. The blond lowered his guard, so Zoro could too even tho he didn't like how mushy he sounded. Like a lovesick teenager, wich was technically the truth but he didn't really want to put that kind of feeling into the conversation right now and risk making things even weirder. So he decided to test his luck, maybe the cook would tell him some more. "How was she? Your mom, I mean" he asked, playing with the hem of his still damp shirt. Sanji looked at him like he'd grown three heads.

"Why the sudden interest in my family mossball?" Sanji asked. That question was decidedly too personal for the two of them and considering he wanted to keep his family history hidden from the world. His crew knew enough about him already. Zoro just shrugged at him. "Well marimo, I'm still mad at you for what happened in the shower so why should I tell you? Also it's late, I have to get up early and I believe you still have a night watch to get back to" with that he made his way to the door, running away from the question like a coward. "Good night!" he added before leaving the galley.

Zoro was left sitting on the couch, suddely very aware of his damp clinging clothes and the ruined moment between him and the cook. Damn this pretty blond bastard and his ability to scramble everything in Zoro's brain. And damn Zoro too for handling emotional matters with the grace of a bull in a china shop. Grumbling about Sanji and himself he made his way back to the crows nest where he stewed in his thoughts for the rest of the night.

#zosan fic #zosan #black leg sanji x rorona zoro #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #don't look too close for spelling mistakes i wrote most of this half asleep without coffee

[wolveria]

The Raven’s Hymn - Ch 16

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “This wasn’t my idea,” you mumbled, feeling the need to justify why you were chained in such a precarious position.

AO3

The SCP stirred underneath you as soon as you sat. The guards were quick to finish securing you, tying a chain around your waist and looping it around 049’s. You were effectively trapped against it, and because you were sitting sideways in its lap, you had a literal front row seat as it slowly raised its head.

Its eyes fluttered open, mind clearing as the lavender spray was no longer administered, and its silver eyes focused and drifted to you.

Or rather, it drifted over your body, taking in the state of your undress and bare skin with a focus that left searing heat in its wake. As if realizing what it was doing, the SCP stiffened. You hadn’t seen it do that before, even when threatened at gunpoint.

“This wasn’t my idea,” you mumbled, feeling the need to justify why you were chained in such a precarious position.

The SCP relaxed a little, taking a quiet breath through its mask. You hadn’t realized it stopped breathing.

“Yes, I did hear the doctor’s explanation for this… methodology.”

“It’s ridiculous.”

“…Perhaps.”

Its eyes slightly crinkled at the corners. Was it making a joke? If you didn’t know better, you would have thought it was teasing you. The idea caught you so off-guard that you cracked, smiling briefly until you remembered who else was in the room. It wouldn’t be wise to give Leahy more fuel to add to his fires.

Speaking of the Site Director, he instructed you on what to do, or rather what 049 had to do, which basically came down to “touch each D-Class as they approach—even you shouldn’t be able to screw this up,” and you settled in for a very weird testing session.

Weird, but not unpleasant. There wasn’t much dignity in being chained to an SCP while being in your underwear, but it could have been worse. Leahy could have just stripped you down completely, and then you’d be naked in 049’s lap right now. A shiver went up your spine, and not from mortification—which was itself, mortifying.

You forcibly switched your thoughts elsewhere, focusing on the orange-clad D-Class as they walked by single-file, waiting for the plague doctor’s curative touch. Not one of them dropped dead, and to you nothing seemed to happen at all, but if Leahy was right, then each and every one of them had received a healing miracle.

You were still skeptical, but the Sire Director had no reason to lie as far as you could tell. And having an SCP that could cure any illness, well, the benefits of that would be nearly limitless. Maybe you should believe Leahy if his ambition was anything to judge.

At least none of the D-Class gave you a second glance. Either they didn’t care, or they’d seen worse, because none of them reacted to the odd arrangement of a nearly naked human sitting on an SCP.

Your mind wandered back to a place it shouldn’t go, namely how a good portion of your skin was pressed to, what was technically, also skin. It held a heat you didn’t expect, soft against the backs of your thighs and the side of your arm. Your undershirt didn’t have any sleeves, so you were touching 049 at all times, whether from your legs against its thighs, or your arm against its chest.

Fortunately, the SCP itself was preoccupied by reaching out and touching the D-Class. It was hard enough being distracted by its intimate proximity without having to be the focus of its steel gaze, so close that all you would have to do is lean forward and you’d be practically kissing its beak.

049 remained silent the entire time, and once the last D-Class was led out of the containment chamber, it turned that piercing gaze on you, just as you’d dreaded. You’d been managing well enough so far, but as soon as its eyes met yours, your skin heated.

“Stand by for Phase 2.”

049’s eyes finally swept over you to give the observation room, where the Site Director had returned, a thoughtful stare, allowing you to relax—or as relaxed as you could be where you were currently sitting.

That wasn’t to mention the testing. It was catching up with you; the bone-deep exhaustion and the mind-numbing fear. It didn’t help that the SCP you were currently perched on was warm and solid, giving you the impression you were safe and secure, even if it wasn’t true.

You meant to close your eyes for just a moment, take one of those micro naps you were using to survive. But when you opened your eyes, the containment chamber was gone, as was SCP-049.

Buttery, warm sunlight shone down on your skin and hair, a pine-scented breeze brushing against your face. You could have cried. How long had it been since you’d seen the sun, breathed oxygen that wasn’t cycled through a closed filtration system?

You were in a grassy clearing, a meadow that was dotted with wildflowers and sprigs of tall grass. It must have been on a hill because it gently sloped down to reveal a wooded forest as far as the eye could see, which was quite far on this bright and sunny day.

You closed your eyes and breathed in, then quickly opened them, afraid if you held them shut for too long this wonderful place would disappear. But it didn’t, and there was something else, a tingling at the back of your neck.

You were being watched.

Closing your fists at your side, you whirled around to face your observer, preparing yourself for an assault. But there was only an older man, sitting on a fallen log you’d failed to notice, wearing a dark suit and tie.

The man wasn’t looking at you, but he patted the log next to him, waiting for you to join him.

You did, with an abundance of caution, but he kept his far-thrown gaze fixed on the forest below, leaning on an old-fashioned cane that looked like it could have belonged to your grandpa.

As you sat next to him and looked him over, it seemed there was something very familiar about him, though you could have sworn you’d never met him before.

“So,” the man said, his voice friendly and low, with a gravitas that made you want to listen to every word. “You’re finally awake.”

“Awake? I’m pretty sure I’m asleep.”

His lips curled at the corners and he chuckled, as if your answer pleased him.

“You were, but you’re awake now. And they’ll be looking for you.”

“Who?”

You didn’t bother prodding him with questions about if this was real, or where you were, or how you’d gotten there. Those answers weren’t important. What mattered was… his message. He was here to deliver a message, you knew that. How did you know that?

Instead of answering your previous question directly, the man said, “You’ll have a choice to make. And that choice will have consequences that can ripple farther than you can imagine. Or perhaps you can. You have already begun to understand certain truths, haven’t you? About the reality-benders and the dimensional misfits.”

“…SCPs?”

“Is that what you call them here? Hmm. No matter.” He tapped his cane against the ground. “If you have not yet gained the necessary insights, you will. You will. And then you will choose.”

“Choose what?”

“You won’t need me to tell you. You’ll know when you know.”

Despite your instincts telling you to listen to this man with every atom in your body, you frowned.

“What kind of answer is that?”

He chuckled again but declined to give further comment.

“Who are you?” you finally asked.

“It’s not important. Not really, but you may call me Tony. Or was it, Richard? I never quite know who I want to be. A feeling I’m sure you can understand.”

Ever if this was a dream, your stomach clenched.

“What am I?” you whispered. Afraid to speak the question louder, as if fearing something else might hear.

His smile lost its edge of contentment, slipping into something quiet. Sad, perhaps.

“You’ll have your answer the moment your choice is made.”

Refusing to settle for such vagueness, you opened your mouth to pelt him with more questions, but he held up his cane and pointed down at the forest.

“And to start down that path, you must go back to the beginning.”

You frowned further. The beginning of what? How was any of this remotely helpful—

A thundering rumble overhead preceded two black attack helicopters flying low, disturbing the peace of the meadow as the grass flattened in waves and the flowers seemed to bend in fright.

As if in response, a monstrous cry erupted from the distance, down in the forest, only that large shape rising from the forest wasn’t a tree. A massive tail whipped the air, slamming into one of the helicopters. It exploded in a ball of fire, and the creature raised its head toward the sky, roaring in pure hatred and fury.

You covered your ears and yelled, “What’s happening?!” but when you turned, the man next to you had vanished.

The next roar was so deafening every bone in your body shook, and you shut your eyes tight, your screams adding to the cacophony until they were indistinguishable from the cries of world-ending rage.

You jolted awake. The panic of the dream clung to you like a trapping net, but the meadow and sunshine was gone, replaced by the cold sterility of concrete and the too-white drone of fluorescent lighting.

But some warmth remained, centered across your back and against your cheek. Your head rested against something dark, the material soft and the scent familiar and comforting. You nearly buried your face in it before you realized it was the plague doctor’s robes.

You were still in 049’s lap, and you’d dozed off against its shoulder.

Flinching upright, you would have fallen if not for the SCP’s arm across your back. Before you got a chance to apologize, the intercom crackled to life.

“Did you hear me? Stay awake, Reid.”

“I am,” you snapped, rubbing your face. It was a shame your reprieve from the Site Director was so short.

You removed your hands from your cheeks, trying to avoid the inevitable. But with all things inevitable, you couldn’t put it off forever, and you lowered your hands to match the SCP’s gaze.

It had moved its arm from around your back once you were sitting fully, but the warmth remained along your skin as its eyes seemed to take in all of you. Curious, attentive, and far too observant.

“You were dreaming.”

“What?”

Had you said anything aloud? Thrashed? Screamed out the horror of being deafened by that terrible voice?

SCP-049 tilted its head, its eyes drifting over your body in a clinical manner, but your skin still tingled. If you’d been fully clothed you might not have been so reactive, but it was impossible to remain impassive while so vulnerable under that prodding gaze.

“Whatever was in your dreams had you quite distressed. Your heart rate had doubled, as well as your respiration rate, and despite the chill of the ambient temperature, you are perspiring.”

“Oh.” You tried for a chuckle, but it came out as a weak release of air. “Sorry for… sweating on you.”

049 slightly raised its head, not sharing your amusement as it stared you down. You swallowed under the scrutiny, but it wasn’t enough to draw the truth out of you, because you knew exactly who that strange man was.

SCP-990, also known as the Dream Man, a mysterious figure that would appear in the dreams of Foundation personnel to warn them of coming doom. It was too bad no one had told 990 you were no longer a part of the staff, and Foundation test subjects weren’t exactly on the payroll. Well, not at this site, anyway.

“I don’t remember what I was dreaming about,” you lied. It wasn’t as if you wanted to hide the truth from 049, in fact, his opinion on the matter could have been interesting and thoughtful.

But you absolutely did not want Leahy to know you’d had a visit from an entity that had cryptic words only for you. And they were only for you. The Dream Man can visit any Foundation personnel he wanted, and if he’d wanted to visit the Site Director, he would have.

But he didn’t.

049 narrowed its eyes. You were once again reminded that you were solidly in its lap, closer to that intimidating stare and otherworldly face than you’d been before. You squirmed, and the plague doctor’s gaze narrowed further.

“Phase Two, begin.”

You’d never been relieved to hear Leahy’s voice before. It seemed this was a day of firsts.

The SCP’s attention was pulled from your face as soon as the D-Class began to file in—no, they weren’t D-Class at all. Some of them wore blue jumpsuits, some in business casual wear, and you took a closer look at their badges they approached 049 in single-file line.

The blue jumpsuits were janitorial staff, the very bottom of the rung at security clearance Level 0, and some of them at Level 1 if their duties were in secure containment zones. This was the same with the business casual staff that you gleaned from their badges: they were clerics, accountants, and otherwise dealt with administration duties. None of them had access to SCP-049, nor were they D- or E-Class personnel fit for testing. This was something else.

More troubling than the idea of low-level staff being subjected to testing, many of them seemed… unwell. Sweaty foreheads, colorless features, slow or limped gaits. Stranger still, the more obvious signs of illness seemed to vanish as soon as 049 gripped them around the wrist.

The Site Director was testing this “cure” on Foundation personnel. What kind of clearance must he have to do that? Not to mention, every one of them didn’t have the security clearance to come into contact with SCP-049. They would need to be treated with Class A amnestics afterwards, and that alone would cause a mountain of paperwork.

This had to be O5-levels of clearance, and then a worst thought occurred to you. What if the O5 Council had no idea what was going on? Surely, they had been alerted to your strange effect on SCPs, or at the very least told about 049’s newfound healing abilities.

Right?

There were twenty in all, a large test group by most standards of the Foundation, and you wondered if there would be a Phase 3. You knew that not to be the case as the last staffer left the chamber and a squad of security personnel entered, two of them stationed next to 049 to begin spraying lavender around the SCP.

The plague doctor shook its head as if to fight off the sedatives, and a warm pair of arms encircled your waist as 049 tried to maintain a hold on you. Apparently, it didn’t want to let you go just yet, and you couldn’t say you wanted to go with the guards, either.

Two of the guards unchained you from the SCP and ripped away its weakened grasp, the third guard grabbing you by the bare arm and hauling you to your feet. The concrete was cold and unpleasant against the soles of your feet, and everything felt sharper and crueler once taken away from the strangely pleasant texture of 049’s robes.

“This concludes today’s testing with SCP-049,” Leahy announced. “You will be taken back to your cell pending further testing with other SCPs.”

Your breathing became a wild, frightened animal in your chest as you struggled against your captors, forcing them to hold onto you despite your lack of clothing and strength, the electric fear coursing up your spine making up for it.

“No! No! Please, not again!” you cried at the glass, your own terror staring back at you. “I did what you asked, don’t make me do it again! Please!”

“SCP-049-3, you will be escorted to your chambers without resistance,” Leahy growled over the speaks, “or, I assure you, I’ll have you begging for the privileges of D-Class by the time—"

The screech of ripping metal and the snap of chains interrupted Leahy’s threats, and you were yanked backwards out of the guards’ grip, gone lax in surprise. Hauled behind a towering mass of black, you were shielded from the guards and the observation window by the hulking figure of the SCP.

Broken chains dangled from 049’s arms and ankles, one of those arms pulled behind its back to hold you against it. Your chest and stomach were pressed against its robes, and you buried yourself as far into the material as you could. You were safe, you knew it down to your core, even as your pressed ear could catch the threatening growl in its words.

“You will subject my assistant to no more tests, especially those of a distressing nature.”

It drew itself to its full height as its metallic voice deepened further.

“Exit my quarters of your will or mine, but you will be leaving.”

The plague doctor gave a shudder accompanied by a soft noise of pain as its collar buzzed to life, but otherwise, it didn’t move. It acted as a barricade between you and the guards as long as it could, right up until mist drifted to the ceiling.

You gave a startled “no!” as the plague doctor dropped to its knees. Your first instinct was to reach out to the SCP, protect it as it knelt in a vulnerable position, but as soon as you moved, Leahy’s shout crackled through.

“Don’t touch it!”

You paused. Was that fear at the edges of the Site Director’s voice?

That hesitation was enough for the guards to spring around 049 and grab you, pulling you away from the SCP who had fallen to a bracing position on its hands and knees. It struggled to fight off the sedatives, lifting its head just enough to watch, helpless, as you were dragged from its containment chamber.

You were equally helpless to stop it, thrashing against the guards and hurling curses, until the bite of a needle at your arm sent you into cold darkness.

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A torrid massage - Kentin/My Candy Love

Minors DNI tw: oral sex, blowjob, erotic massage

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Today had been a long day for Kentin. We were currently in Spain, the best country in the world and whoever says otherwise is an idiot, and Kentin had started picking olives while I was working on my master's thesis.

He departed early in the morning, while I was still in Morpheus' arms and returned exhausted late in the afternoon. From what he told me, it seemed a very tiresome work that luckily would only last a few weeks for him. The days were long and tedious, our time together brief and I missed the warmth of our bodies since he collapsed asleep when he reached the bed.

I was laying on the sheets, waiting for him to come out of the shower when an idea popped up in my mind. I lazily reached the nightstand and roaming the drawers, I found what I was searching for; a bottle of massage oil.

We bought it on our trip to Portugal. We stayed a few days in Oporto wandering around the city when I spotted a sex shop. I thought about buying something special to give him a surprise but I never had the chance to do it. Although his day had been exhausting that didn’t mean it couldn’t end in a satisfying way.

I turned my head to watch him getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel to dry up. It didn’t matter how many times I had already seen him naked, it wouldn’t stop me from staring at his sculpted form dumbfounded and stunned. Sometimes I found it hard to believe THAT man was my Kentin.

Although the kind reminder always arrived when he gazed at me, kindness and adoration filled his eyes every time he glanced my way.

“Come here” I requested, patting the spot on the bed in front of me.

“What are you up to?” he questioned with a smirk, dropping the towel and striding to me completely naked.

“Oh, nothing. Just a little massage, you seem very tense lately” I replied, gesturing him to sit in front of me, his back facing me.

I applied some oil to my hands, gently rubbing them against each other allowing the scent of coconut to expand. I brought my hands in front of his face, shaking my fingers so he could dive into the sweet smell.

My fingertips began to trace a path of coconut from his forehead to his chin, going forward and back. My fingers pressed gently his chest, his neck, and they went up to meet his face again, making sure they erased the tension from every inch of his face.

With care, I slowly thumbed the eyebrows, his temple, and even his lips, allowing his face to shift into a state of peacefulness.

Giving him a warm kiss on his nape, I started to work on his broad shoulders. I began to trace slow, circular patterns up and down the sides of his spine, paying extra attention to the knots I found so my guy’s back could relieve all that tension.

With the firm pressure of my entire hand, I moved from the muscles around the spine to the shoulders, in between the shoulder blades and up to the back of the neck, making sure every muscle of his back was taken care of.

My mischievous touch began to travel down to his hips, reaching the soft insides of his thighs, stroking them with care using my fingertips and my knuckles. Getting closer to his crotch, I noticed how his shaft shifted accompanied by an embarrassed cough.

I rearranged myself, stretching my legs to both sides of his body to press my chest against his well-worked back. As my hardened nipples met his skin I felt how a wild shiver travelled down his spine.

After applying some more oil to my hands, I kissed his right shoulder before I started working on his balls. I kindly cupped one on my hand, stroking it, caressing it in circular motions as I held the base of his length with my other hand.

He rolled his head back moaning my name and I answered gently squeezing them. I began to tend the other one, accompanying the nuzzling with sweet kisses from his nape to his left shoulder.

He had always been so precious, so obliged. He would take all I gave him and much more than that. Pleasure, pain, joy, my fears, my hopes, my desires. Kentin had taken me with him, showing me the colours of a new world I knew nothing of. My partner, my lover and my friend; it had always been him.

Without taking any longer, I asked him to sit on the edge of the bed while I went down on my knees between his legs. I rested my hand on top of his thighs, sliding them down like rivers as we locked eyes.

He gave me an emerald gaze brimming with sentiment. His mien was flustered as his eyes burned with desire, his luscious lips parted and he whispered “You’re beautiful”

Happy to oblige, my mellow mouth met his length, cosying it with my tongue, enveloping it like a very awaited present. Gripping on his legs, my head went down, ready and pleased to take all of him in. Indulging in, his moans claiming my name like cries of madness encouraged my movements to meticulously trail a path up and down, roaming and liking every inch of his needy skin.

His fingers tanged the strands of my hair, stringing alone with my sole purpose of pleasing him. My hands went back to his balls joining the movement of my dutiful tongue. My mouth’s warmth ascended, greeting the tip of his shaft circling and embracing it with cautiousness.

Between the sighing, the heat, the scent of coconut, our burning flesh and his lustful stare that did not leave me once, I felt how his husky thighs tensed and the grip on my locks enhanced, a spirited sign of what it was to come.

I took all of it, feeling the urgent liquid run through my throat. Kentin held my arms and pulled me towards him. “I love you” he muttered, before giving me a torrid kiss and laying us down on the mattress.

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⛓️Why Are You In Such A Rush?

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2731 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Naked Dom/Clothed Sub, Wall Sex/Fucking Against a Wall, Hand Kink, Quickies, Masturbation, Walking In On Someone, Teasing, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Flavoured Lube Kinktober Day 13: Naked Dom/Clothed Sub + Fucking Against A Wall + Hand Kink

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Notes: I can’t believe it’s day 13 already, where tf is the month going? Still sick, I honestly want nothing more than to go back to bed right now, but… Kinktober… Lol

Kuai breathed out a sigh of relief as he called the end of the class. He still had another but it wasn’t scheduled for another hour, meaning he had exactly that amount of time to spend with Hanzo. He always felt bad when the Shirai Ryu Grandmaster visited because things tended to be so hectic there were points he was left to find a way to amuse himself.

As he left the courtyard, a student immediately informed Kuai that Hanzo was last seen entering Kuai’s quarters. Likely he’d just decided to go in and relax until Kuai had a moment. He wasn’t bothered by it, it wasn’t like there way anything to hide in there. At least, not anymore.

Kuai let the door swing open and he stepped in while opening his mouth to greet Hanzo.

The greeting died on his tongue when he saw Hanzo buck naked reclined back on the bed and leisurely stroking his cock.

Kuai stood silently for a second observing him, Hanzo’s eyes were closed and it seemed he hadn’t even noticed Kuai come in. He realised the door was still open behind him, and so not to risk anyone else walking in on this, he slowly closed the door. Even as he clicked the lock shut, Hanzo still didn’t notice him. Kuai crossed his arms and just watched, realising that Hanzo was too in the zone to take notice.

“Having fun there?” Kuai asked as loudly as he possibly could.

Hanzo jumped a mile, his hand clenching and his body jerking in a way that Kuai was amazed he didn’t just rip his cock off. Hanzo looked at him wide eyed, until he seemed to register that it was Kuai stood there and not someone else.

“For the love of the Elder God’s, have you never heard of knocking?” Hanzo said in disbelief, letting go of his dick and pushing himself to sit up.

“This is my room,” Kuai exclaimed incredulously. “Why would I have to knock to enter my room?”

Hanzo opened his mouth, before closing it and grimacing slightly. He muttered “Okay, you have a point.”

Kuai smirked in triumph before taking a few steps forward. He eyed Hanzo’s cock, rock hard between his thighs. Kuai did have an hour to kill, and he had wanted to spend it with Hanzo. He never specified how they’d spend that time.

“So, would you like a hand with that?” Kuai asked, pointing at the body part in question.

“Uh, no, it’s quite alright,” Hanzo muttered, shuffling and looking extremely embarrassed. Kuai raised an eyebrow at that. It wasn’t like Hanzo to turn down a quickie. “I’m sure you have things you need to do.”

“Not really,” Kuai said with a shrug. “At least, not for another hour.” Hanzo didn’t reply, but he definitely looked like he wanted to take Kuai up on the offer. Kuai sighed dramatically, and walked over to one of his walls. “Well, alright, I’m going to do some warm up’s over here then, if you change your mind.”

He turned his back to Hanzo, placing his hands against the wall. He pushed at the wall, spreading his legs and arching his back. He knew his ass was sticking out like this, and that was entirely the point. Well, he also was stretching his back and spine, but that was more a bonus. He smiled when he could hear Hanzo huffing.

It really didn’t take long for his plan to work, as he heard Hanzo jump off the bed and approach him. Seconds later he felt one hand on his hip, the other around his throat and a very hard cock grinding against his ass.

“Hm, what is this? Is this a change of mind, Hanzo?” Kuai questioned in a sing song voice, loving how it caused Hanzo to slap his ass in retaliation.

“Do you enjoy being such a little tease?” Hanzo questioned, hand groping at Kuai’s ass hard.

“Hm, I do actually,” Kuai answered, biting his lip at the huff Hanzo gave. “Not as much as I enjoy watching you get hot and bothered by me being a tease.”

“Oh really?” Hanzo pressed himself against Kuai’s back, leaning in so his lips were at Kuai’s ear. “Slut.”

“Only for you,” Kuai replied, pushing himself back to cause more friction against Hanzo’s cock. “So, do you want a hand?”

“Obviously,” Hanzo growled, using his body weight to push Kuai forward against the wall, effectively pinning him. “How long do you have again?”

“Uh, at this point, probably 50 minutes.” Kuai realised they’d spent a little more time than he’d have liked, but hey. 50 minutes was more than enough.

“Good.” Hanzo bit Kuai’s earlobe. “Stay.”

Hanzo released Kuai and took a step back. Kuai looked over his shoulder, watching as Hanzo made his way over to the drawers, reaching inside to pull out a bottle of lube. If Kuai had more time, he might have chosen this moment to disobey. Be a bit of a brat and get Hanzo really riled up. Maybe that could be later, when all his other obligations were completely done with and he could give Hanzo all the time in the world to get him in place.

Hanzo was back behind him, pressing his hand between Kuai’s shoulder blades. A hand reached in front to undo his belt. He undid everything and pulled his trousers down just enough to get access to Kuai’s ass. It would save some time in getting redressed so Kuai made note to thank Hanzo for that later.

He heard the top of the lube pop, and it wasn’t long before he felt a single slick finger pressing inside him. As he groaned, he felt Hanzo press more of his weight against him, and he shuddered.

“Shaking already?” Hanzo questioned, as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out. “Someone’s needy today.”

“Mm, I’m the needy one?” Kuai teased, giggling under his breath. “Yet who walked in on who masturbating?”

“You’re the reason I was masturbating,” Hanzo groaned, pressing that finger against Kuai’s prostate.

“Oh?” Kuai was curious now. “What exactly did I do?”

“Exist,” Hanzo huffed, as he began to press a second finger inside. “More specifically though, you’re wearing that outfit again.”

Ah, Kuai should have known. Johnny liked to refer to this particular ensemble as his “tit’s out” outfit. It was that one that showed off a good proportion of his chest. When he initially settled on it, it was more to help him stop overheating. However it had also doubled up as a boast, that he was so confident no one could hit a killing blow on him that he was willing to reveal the majority of his torso.

He would have been lying if he said the sluttiness of the outfit hadn’t also been a factor that had drawn him in.

He especially loved how it seemed to effect Hanzo.

“And as much as I would love to make an example of you in front of your students,” Hanzo started, and separated his two fingers a little, Kuai feeling it stretch him out, “I acknowledge that would not be professional.”

“Hm, so what, you were watching me training, got hard, and had to go relieve yourself?” Kuai giggled, holding in a moan as Hanzo pressed a third finger in. “Dirty old man can’t control himself when he sees a bit of cleavage.”

Hanzo jammed his fingers against Kuai’s prostate, causing him to jolt. “Behave.” Hanzo reached to wrap his free hand around Kuai’s throat again. “You wouldn’t want to be late for your class, now would you, Grandmaster?”

Kuai opened his mouth to agree, but it came out as a strangled moan when Hanzo pushed a forth finger inside him. Hanzo thrust his fingers a few times, being quick with his movements, fully aware of his time limit. As he pulled his fingers free, Kuai once more felt Hanzo’s torso pressing against his back, while he lined his cock up with Kuai’s hole. It was with very little ceremony that Hanzo began to push inside.

Any more noises were cut off when one of Hanzo’s hands reached for his jaw. Fingers still wet with lube were pushing against Kuai’s lips.

“Clean my fingers off,” Hanzo ordered straight into Kuai’s ear. Kuai felt the other man bottom out inside him.

As Kuai’s lips parted enough for Hanzo to slip his fingers inside his mouth, he also began to move his hips. He didn’t build up his speed, rocking into a fast pace immediately. There was something to be said for desperate needy fucks like this. As Kuai began to suckle on Hanzo’s fingers, he found curiously his fingers tasted faintly of cherry. So he’d used to flavoured lube, clearly intending this from the start.

Kuai spat Hanzo’s fingers out with a wet pop, and commented, “Thanks for not using the gross tasting lube.”

“Well, despite what you may think, I do listen to your feedback,” Hanzo commented, pressing his digits against Kuai’s lips again. “And I do love seeing you suck my fingers.” Kuai opened his mouth again, those fingers dipping in again, as Kuai clamped around them and sucked. “Love seeing my hands anywhere near your mouth, to be honest, if their in or if their smothering you and keeping you quiet.”

Kuai wanted to talk about how he liked Hanzo’s hands too. Something about how strong his grip was, holding him down and pressing down against his skin. God there was nothing better than bruises in the shape on Hanzo’s hands all over his body.

He pushed his ass back against Hanzo, feeling that cock grinding inside him, pressing against his walls and splitting him open. His tongue swirled around Hanzo’s fingertips, light and teasing as he suckled. His hands against the wall, and he balled him into fists. Kuai could feel Hanzo’s hot breath on his neck as he kissed along.

“I wish you didn’t have another lesson to teach,” Hanzo muttered into the back of Kuai’s skin. “I wish I could just keep you here, fuck you all night long.”

Kuai released Hanzo’s fingers again, his breath coming out in short pants at the same rate as Hanzo drove into him. Hanzo’s thrusts hadn’t gotten any faster, but they did feel like they were getting rougher. Kuai was trying to move his own hips, but his range was limited due to how he was still being pushed against the wall. Every time Hanzo pressed inside, Kuai found his hips being forced forward, grinding his cock against the wall. It was surprisingly not as painful as he would have thought it would be. The pleasure from the friction surprisingly overrode most of the pain.

“Ah- Wish I could call in sick,” Kuai admitted. Technically he could have called in sick, he was Grandmaster after all, why couldn’t he call in sick? But the thought of abandoning his students for his own selfish desires made him feel guilty.

“Well, how about this?” Hanzo moved back to Kuai’s ear, pressing his lips against them. “While you’re teaching, I can set up a surprise for when you’re done for the day.” Hanzo have a particularly hard thrust as if to emphasise the prospect. “And I’ll give you a night of pleasure.” Hanzo stilled inside Kuai. The hand that had been around Kuai’s throat let go and reached down to grope at Kuai’s ass. “I can’t help but notice you seem to have had some new toys since I was last here. I’m curious what they can do.”

“You’ve been nosing through my things then?” Kuai asked, and predictably Hanzo slapped his ass in response. Worth it. “Hmm, that does sound nice though. You’re surprises are always the best.”

“Then it’s settled.” Both Hanzo’s hands roamed back up, both clamping around Kuai’s lower face, covering his mouth. “This is just an appetiser, you’ll get the main course later tonight.”

Oh, Kuai could not wait for his classes to be done.

He didn’t really get to consider that more, as Hanzo’s hips rocked straight back into the swift and punishing pace. It was going in deep, pressing against places that only Hanzo’s cock ever seemed to be able reach. His own cock still trapped between his stomach and the wall. Kuai opened his mouth, finding Hanzo’s fingers once more invading his mouth, only this time it was both his hands. Kuai licked at those fingers, considering how they were stretching out his lips like Hanzo’s cock stretched his ass.

Kuai gurgled, his eyes closing and focusing on the pleasure he felt. His own cock was twitching, wet with precum that was starting to ease the painful friction he’d been feeling, now leaving nothing but pleasure. He felt a little drool drip from his mouth and down his chin. Hanzo removed one of his hands, catching the drool with a finger and bringing it back up to Kuai’s mouth. Hanzo pushed it back in, and Kuai instinctively sucked on the finger.

“God, you are so pretty when you’re drooling over everything,” Hanzo stated, groaning slightly as he gave an extremely deep thrust. Kuai gave another groan, his saliva coating Hanzo’s fingers. “Can’t wait for you to drool over my dick later.”

Kuai gave a particularly hard suck as if to confirm that he approved of that idea. He heard Hanzo laugh gently, before he managed to cut himself off with a moan. Hanzo’s movements became more frenzied and desperate, and it was clear he was close. And if Kuai was honest, he wasn’t that far behind himself.

All it took was one last well aimed thrust straight into Kuai’s sweet spot that had him seeing stars. He jerked his hips, crushing his cock against the wall as he felt himself cum. Vaguely between the pleasure and feeling of Hanzo still going at him, he hoped to god he hadn’t gotten any of his cum on his clothes.

He could feel Hanzo’s cock twitch inside him as it was thrusted as deep as possible. Seconds later, he felt a warmth filling him, and he couldn’t help the satisfied sigh as his lover came in his ass. Hanzo gave a few more lazy thrusts, each time Kuai felt himself being filled just a little further.

Hanzo’s hands left his mouth, and he could feel the cock slowly pulling out of him. Kuai held himself up with the wall, pushing himself and looking down. To his eternal relief it seemed his cum had stained the wall, not his clothing. He felt Hanzo give another gentle slap to his ass, and Kuai giggled as he twisted around and fell into Hanzo’s arms.

“So, glad I offered my help?” Kuai asked with a cheeky smile, and Hanzo chuckled, leaning down to give him a deep and passionate kiss.

“So glad,” he confirmed, licking at Kuai’s lips a little. “I don’t know why I tried to deny myself, your ass is always much more satisfying than my hand.” Kuai purred at that, feeling so very triumphant. “And, I will set up that surprise for you. I have some… ideas I want to try.”

“Mmm, sounds good, my love,” Kuai confirmed, lifting himself on his tiptoes slightly to meet Hanzo’s lips again. Hanzo chuckled into the kiss. “Speaking of my class, how long do I have before I have to go.”

“Well…” Hanzo glanced towards the clock and frowned, “About 5 minutes.”

“5 minutes?!?”

Kuai quickly pushed away from Hanzo, thankful when he looked amused rather than annoyed. He grabbed his trousers, pulling them back up and practically shoving his cock pack into his pants and putting everything into it’s proper place.

He turned to run off to the door, but quickly decided against it, turning around to grab Hanzo and give him one last kiss.

“I’ll see you later,” Kuai softly said as a goodbye. He then twisted on his heels, and rushed towards the door.

“Wait, when do your classes end?” Hanzo called after him. “I need to know how long I have to set up.”

“About 6pm!” Kuai confirmed, it would leave have with about 4 hours, which he was sure would be more than enough time.

“Thank you!”

Kuai blew a quick kiss toward Hanzo, before he finally got out the door, and practically sprinted down the corridor and toward’s the courtyard.

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If At First You Don’t Succeed

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Summary: Arthur intends to help you do something entirely new. 

Pairing:  Arthur Morgan x AFAB Reader, she/her pronouns (Second Person Perspective)

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: smut, fluff, high honor Arthur, soft Arthur, praise kink, sexual inexperience, dirty talk, explicit consent, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, voice kink, pet names, gentle sex, PIV sex, doggy style, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

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"Arthur, I can't," you whimper.

You're lying naked in his lap, pressed against his bare chest while the bulge of his clothed crotch nudges you from behind.

"I think you can, sweet girl," he answers, his low voice right in your ear. "Don't give up so soon, now. Lemme take care of you. Jus' relax."

Taking a deep breath, you try to do as he says, to ease some of the tension keeping your spine stiff. He feels your effort and praises you with a pair of kisses to the side of your neck.

"There we go," he whispers. "There's my good girl."

You can do nothing but shudder at that, goosebumps breaking out everywhere. You want this so badly to work -- but have no idea what to expect from it, either. All you can do is trust in Arthur, as you've always trusted him before, to guide you through this. To hope it works this time.

The thing is: you've never had an orgasm. Never, in your life. Not with a partner, not on your own. By now you're starting to feel like something's wrong with you, or it's just not meant to happen. Tonight, though, Arthur is determined to help you get there. No pressure, you think.

Not that he's the problem here. All throughout the night Arthur's been so slow and careful with you, leading up to this. All the fear seems to be in your own head, unfortunately. You don't want to disappoint him. But also -- what will it be like if you do come for him?

"Are you overthinkin'?" He teases.

"Maybe." Arthur knows you too well.

You hear him chuckle. His hands come up to caress your body, first your breasts, then your thighs. Through where you're pressed together, you can feel the steady beat of his heart, and it's comforting. You focus on that, trying to give yourself up to sensation.

Because everything he does feels good; his broad, calloused hands know what they're doing. They move slow, with purpose, making everywhere he touches more sensitive.

"How's that feel, angel?" His murmur reaches you, sounding far away, and it takes you a minute to answer.

"Feels good," you say, not quite recognizing your voice. "It's -- it's nice, Arthur."

"Mmm." He growls low in your ear, a sound of approval, shooting hot pleasure to your core as you feel it rumbling his chest too. "Good."

For a while, he keeps on like that, hands wandering their paths. Not touching anything specific; your thighs, up your chest, then back again. Simply feeling you. Then one of his hands comes to rest on your right breast, grasping it lightly, while the left nudges your thighs open a little wider.

"Spread those pretty legs for me now, girl, alright?" His voice is still soft in your ear, accompanied by a kiss, letting you know you can stop if you want to. Instead you nod, eager now, opening yourself up for him. You feel his cock twitch where it's pressed against your back.

While the hand on your breast is busy squeezing and kneading, the one between your thighs is awestruck at the wetness it finds there. You actually feel Arthur's fingers falter, stutter, like he wasn't expecting you to be as wet as you are. Your face feels hot, and you open your mouth to apologize, but Arthur speaks first.

"So wet for me," he murmurs, tracing two loving fingers over your most private place. "Oh, such a good girl. So sweet 'n ready, ain't you?"

The reverent attention takes your breath away. Here you thought that this was something to be ashamed of and he...likes it. It's a good thing. And you didn't even know. There's not a trace of anything but honesty in his voice to suggest otherwise.

"It's always like this," you admit. "I -- I didn't think…" You trail off, not knowing how to phrase it.

"Didn't think it was normal?" He offers up.

You nod.

His mouth moves again to your neck, and you feel him sigh there. "Yeah, sweetheart. It's normal. 'S a good thing." The fingers on your folds trace delicate lines, making you gasp a little. "Reckon there's a lot you still don't know about it, then."

"Y-Yeah."

"Plenty I c'n show you," he says, voice light in your ear.

He doesn't want to scare you off now, you can tell. But as timid as you'd started, you're too invested in what the outcome could be to stop now.

You grab his arm, leaning into it. "Please show me," you whisper. "Please -- I want to see if I can."

Arthur's answering groan in your ear only stokes the fire in your core, and his breath is ragged when he answers. "Alright, darlin'. We'll try."

His fingers start stroking along the outside of your folds, spread apart in a vee. You can feel just how easily they glide with your juices, and Arthur's little sound of appreciation doesn't go unnoticed. Still a wonder -- he likes that. After a moment, his fingers slide up, focusing on --

"Oh," you whine, jolting up in Arthur's lap.

"Is that so?" He purrs.

"Arthur, what --"

"Hush, sweet girl. Relax."

There was something he'd touched. Something on your own body you'd never hit -- not like that. It'd made your stomach feel tight, and it was almost too sensitive to touch. Yet even now you're panting, arching your hips back into his hand, tame and begging for more.

Arthur hums the next time you try and writhe out of his lap, moving his free hand to hold you steady. "Easy, girl," he murmurs. "Easy. I got you. You're tensin' up, now --"

You're hyperventilating. He's drawing little circles around that hard nub with just the tip of one finger and it feels so good you think you might explode. Tears drip down your face, pressure heightens in your core, and yet you're not reaching that high everyone keeps talking about.

"Arthur," you gasp out. "Arthur."

He slows at once. "Hey, baby, shhh. Shh. You okay?"

"It's a lot," you choke out in response.

"I know it is. I know." He says the words like he's thinking, kisses the top of your head. "You need to stop?"

You breathe, shake your head. "I just want to -- come," you confess, feeling ashamed to finally voice it. But goddamnit, you want it. It's so close and you want it.

His breath quickens. "Then how about we -- how about you -- close your eyes and think of somethin' for me. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I -- I can do that."

"Okay." Arthur's fingers resume their work on your body, gentler now, and you moan. "Imagine we're in one of those soft, fancy hotel beds, and -- well, it's 'bout the same as it is right now. You're stripped bare for me, and I'm almost naked, too."

You can hear him smile. His fingertips trace slow, agonizing circles on your wet folds. "I take off my pants and climb on top 'a you. Kiss you --" And he kisses you now, a hot line up the curve of your neck "--all over. Press myself up against where you're wet and achin' for me. Til you're beggin' to have me inside."

His own voice is rough now with need, hips rolling into your back to do something to relieve his own need for friction.

And now you do beg, right at the top of some crest you've never peaked before, torn apart with a mighty need that's almost as sweet as what awaits you. "Arthur," you plead. "Arthur --"

"You're right there, ain't you, sweet girl?" He all but moans, his voice thick in your ear. "Yeah? You need it? Need to come for me so bad you can't stand it?" His hips rut against your back, fingers speeding on that spot of pleasure -- your nails dig into his arm, and --

"Arthur, oh my God," you sob, finally reaching that overdue climax.

"Good girl," he says urgently. "That's it, there you go --"

It takes you so fast and hard that there's no time to be happy -- you're just swept away, overwhelmed, as wave after wave of spectacular feeling hits you. Even as the most intense parts of it end, little aftershocks spark up in your core, still feeling amazing.

So this is what everyone's been talking about, you think, slumping against Arthur. They -- well -- they were right. It's really damn good.

"That was really damn good," you sigh, twisting in his lap to gaze up at him. Arthur looks both proud and happy, then delighted when you press kisses to his stomach.

"Happy to help, sweetheart." He leans down to kiss you proper.

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Two nights later.

He has you flat on your stomach, your body pinned to the ground, pressed firmly under his weight. Just enough to feel him, not enough that you’re crushed. Underneath you is one of the fine pelts he’s kept from a hunting expedition, soft bison on your bare skin. Arthur’s thick cock is buried as deep inside as you can take, one of his hands petting your folds.

Though his pace is rough, deep, urgent, forcing little mewls out of you with every breath, the way he touches you is anything but.

“Feel so nice clenchin’ around me,” he breathes, tracing his index finger around the hood of your clit. Arthur himself sounds like ecstasy, moaning and growling between the kisses on your neck. He’s more than giving with his praise, letting you know how good your body feels, how well you’re doing for him, checking in with you every once in a while to see if it’s too much. “That’s perfect, darlin’.”

You’re reduced to pure need, arching your back with every thrust in. Now that you know what he can do to you beyond the primal satisfaction of penetration, you’re spoiled, greedy for the promise of coming apart for him. Arthur’s so close to touching you where you want him to, the pads of his calloused digits providing so much teasing pleasure.

“Arthur,” you whine, trying to move so that he’s touching your clit. “Arthur, please –”

“This what you want?” You can hear the smile in his voice as his fingers move, running slow circles on the swollen bundle of nerves right above where your bodies join. “Right here?”

“Yes,” you almost shout, grabbing tight handfuls of the pelt you’re stretched out on and fucking back onto his length. He gasps at that, quick and ragged, trying hard to keep it together until you’ve joined him at your peak. If he hadn’t already pulled you apart like this, you wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but Arthur waltzes you there again now – drawing the muscles in your lower stomach tighter with every clever touch as he pounds into you. “Please don’t stop, Arthur, I want –”

“You wanna come with me inside ya?” Arthur suggests, and all you can do is tremble an affirmative into the floor. "Don't worry, angel -- gonna give you everything you need."

He brings his knees up higher, settling his hips closer to the cradle of your own with a grunt. The slick, wet sounds of your body taking him over and over fill the tent, obscene, but you can hardly even hear it anymore. All you can do is wait there, strung out, listening to him get more and more desperate.

"C'mon, sweet girl," Arthur growls, tracing tight circles on your clit. "I got you. You know I -- got you."

He has trouble finishing the sentence, and you know his tells, even without looking. The little catch in his voice always makes you lose your mind, and it's enough to push you, the knowledge that he's doing everything in his power to make sure that you get your release first. Always putting you first, even here. Especially here.

Orgasm takes you in one long, drawn-out burst, something you ride as Arthur moans out your name behind you. You go boneless, all the tension in your body gone, as he keeps thrusting inside you throughout the climax over and over and over. Drawing out more pleasure just when you thought it was done, making you bite down on your knuckle so you don’t wail loud enough to wake folks in the nearest town, drunk on him.

Arthur himself is only seconds away. He’s slurring out every sort of praise, a sweet mess of that’s it right theres and fuck yes sweet girls until all he can do is gasp and pant and whimper. His hips falter once, twice – then he’s spilling deep inside you, muffling his own shout into his palm. You sigh out as Arthur gently rocks his hips, pushing the spend in further, trembling your name out between kisses peppered down your spine.

For a few seconds, the two of you stay that way, spent and exhausted. Quiet dominates the air. Then he carefully pulls himself out, moving to lay at your side, trailing questioning fingers down the curve of your shoulder. You lift your head to look at him, sweaty, dizzy, happy.

“You okay, baby?” His bright blue eyes meet yours, his voice soft. Arthur places his forehead to yours, encouraging you to roll over into his arms. “That was – that was sure somethin’.”

“I’m okay,” you assure him. He smiles, and you watch the frantic gallop of his heartbeat slow to something a little more manageable.

“Good.” He sighs, long and satisfied. You half-doze there, in the naked cradle of his arm and chest, unbothered with the stickiness of sweat and spend. There’s bliss here, in the aftermath, and you’re not going to move for anything. Not when everything you need is right here. Arthur kisses your head. “Love you.”

He can feel you smile against his ribs when he breathes. “I love you, too.

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hey! i was wondering if you could write on where they f*ck whilst on a call with the rest of the band and they tease her?

I hope I did this request justice it was sosososo hot to think about.

in which ashton and calum listen

Michael declined the ringing phone for nearly the fifth time in only a span of a few minutes. He did it without thinking about it, frustration more than anything bubbling up as he didn’t even bother looking at who was calling him or wondering why they were doing so so much. It didn’t matter.

Not when you were looking up at him doe-eyed with his cock in your mouth. You had paused, a twinkle of annoyance in your eyes at the disruption. Sucking your boyfriend’s big cock was always enjoyable and always left you dripping wet and moving your hips against the air behind you from how turned on you were, how much more you wanted. But not when you were interrupted every few minutes. You always stopped, just to give him space to answer if he wanted, you always thought of him. But he just pushed your head down to take him further again like he had done all the past times his phone rang.

“Suck.” He commanded you to continue.

Michael’s tattooed hand tangled in your hair and took a hold of it roughly, almost painfully but all you did was let out a moan around him and feel your pussy clench emptily. Your boyfriend bucked his hips almost imperceptibly at the vibration of your sound before he pushed your head down, forcing you to take him completely until you gagged around his length. By the groan and silent fuck, yeah, love your mouth so much he let out as he threw his head back to fall against the wall behind him, you were sure that was his goal.

Michael was sitting on his bed, his back against the wall the head of his bed was on. For once, he was the naked one as his legs spread enough to fit your small body between them. You were still fully clothed but on your knees on his mattress and bent over, ass in the air, to be level with his crotch. Your hand was fisting the part of his cock you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, though not being able to wrap your hand fully around his girth. But somehow, seeing your small hand and mouth failing to be able to take all of him, how big he was in every sense of the word compared to you, just made him twitch in your warm, wet mouth.

You had begun bobbing your mouth up and down along his length again, sucking him eagerly and letting your tongue flatly lick the underside of his shaft and kiss his tip. Your hands twisted around his base as his hand tightened its hold in your hair as you moaned around him. His groans, eyes closed as he focused completely on the pleasure his good little girlfriend was giving him, and sometimes breathy praises keeping you going animately. Until his phone rang again.

You whined as you pulled yourself off of him with a lewd popping sound and a strand of spit connecting your lips to his bulbous tip. And as he stared at that erotic scene in front of him, he wanted to break something for being denied you.

“Who is it?” You pouted, like a child being denied her favorite toy. Your hand, still around him, moved along his dick, jerking him off almost distractedly as you waited just to finally be able to take him in your mouth again like you were practically drooling for.

You already missed his size in your mouth, having to open wide to adjust to it, the feeling of his sensitive skin, twitching and hardened, and the pleasured sounds you could arouse from him.

Michael growled in frustration, his eyes telling you just how angry he was at the disruption to his enjoyment. It was the same cold and angry look many poor souls saw right before getting beat up. For the first time, he picked up the phone that was laid next to him and actually looked at the Caller ID.

“It’s fucking Ashton.” His voice was gruff. He was going to murder his best friend. If it was anyone else he might’ve already started making plans as to how. His finger was already hovering over the decline button, having half a mind to turn it off completely when he tugged you closer to his shaft again. Already missing the warmth of your mouth and the feeling of your breath against his sensitivity. “Just keep-”

“Answer it. Maybe it’s important.” He wasn’t sure how to tell you that there was little much of anything else he considered more important than having his girlfriend suck him off right then and there.

But he only mumbled before swiping to accept the call. If he didn’t, you’d be worried like the sweetheart you were and besides, he never could deny you.

It didn’t mean he’d be happy about it. He put his phone on speaker and held it up just a few inches away from his mouth. “What the fuck do you want? You better have a good fucking reason for calling me right now.”

He saw the way you frowned at his meanness but he ignored your look, he could only be so good before he reached his limit. His mind was still focused on the way you still pumped him; he was still so hard.

“Okay, geez dude. Sorry!” Ashton didn’t sound sorry at all, actually. “Not like we haven’t been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes or anything.”

Michael wasn’t sure what he meant by that. But he did know that if his too-kind girlfriend’s mind started to wonder too, then you’d feel so bad about distracting him from whatever meeting his friends thought they had together that you’d stop completely. And he couldn’t allow that. Not when he hasn’t even cum yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered, half paying attention as he took a hold of your arm, pulling your body so that you were completely bent over again, your mouth just inches from his tip.

You were gazing at him with uncertainty, no doubt thinking about the fact that he was still talking to Ashton and how impolite it would be to disrupt his conversation with his friends. Especially at how embarrassing it would be should you be caught. But Michael couldn’t give less of a shit, his priorities were set. Whether it was impolite or whether Ashton or Calum would know what was going on or not.

Michael just ran his fingers in your hair, hoping to relax you a little, to silently tell you it was okay and to just continue what Michael so deeply wanted you to. Just like he was weak for you, you were helpless but to do what you both wanted.

Your mouth took him in again, paying special attention to his tip, kissing and licking at it especially before wrapping your tempting lips around him entirely. The pleasure was almost dizzying. So good. He almost felt his hips twitch when you hallowed your cheeks. His eyes closed again involuntarily, so utterly at peace with the feeling of your tongue on him as you did your best to fit most of him in your mouth. Almost forgetting he was on a call. Not really caring once he did remember. His girl was the only thing on his mind.

He almost couldn’t process it when Ashton scoffed, “Bullshit. I reminded you this morning before I left.”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion before Calum spoke up, voice just as loud as Ashton meaning they were sitting right next to each other. “We were going to pre-game before the party at my frat? Ring a bell? You said you were down.”

There was a vague memory in Michael’s mind of Ashton telling him something about that, about not forgetting, that it was tonight. He remembered nodding dismissively, he wouldn’t forget. But he also remembered how easily that all left his mind the moment you arrived, bouncy and beautiful as always. With a mischievous glint in your eyes that he always felt giddy at seeing because it was so rare for you, knowing what was to come, what you would be whining for. And he was never one to deny you anything.

The slurping and filthy gawking sounds that came each time you sucked and moved up and down on his shaft were growing both in number and volume the more into it you got. Even some of the moans that accidentally escaped you at how much you loved to have your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth.

The sudden silence coming from the other end of the line should have been enough to tell Michael that his activities were being discovered. But either Michael didn’t notice or didn’t care. He never moved to take himself off speaker. But he took notice when you grew alarmed and shy at being caught at something so personal and lewd. His hand went to the top of your head, a silent way to tell you not to stop.

He let out an unashamed groan, “I’m not going. Y/N came over.”

Honestly, with what Calum and Ashton were imagining right then, they couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck dude, are you-?”

As if to answer the unfinished question, Michael thrusted up into your throat enough for the gagging sound to reach the speakers on his phone, enjoying the feeling of you choking around him. But it really wasn’t with that goal in mind. Your newly tentative movements, due to you being very aware of possibly being caught, had slowed you down much more than Michael wanted.

But Michael had no problem taking control when needed. His hand was pulling you up and down onto his length by your hair. Thrusting up into you with the rhythm he put upon you, his head thrown back, eyes closed at the pleasure. Feeling your fingers press against his naked thighs was enough for him to shiver. By the time he had both of his hands in your hair, keeping you still, you were already whimpering against him. Apparently your pretty little mind had glazed over the fact that he was still very much on the call, forgetting the shyness that had taken over you a few second ago. That Calum and Ashton were still very much listening.

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” Michael’s rough voice praised, strained because of the pleasure, made it clear he didn’t care either. It wasn’t like it was the first time they’d heard you two go at it. “That’s my girl, take my fucking cock.”

His hips began to thrust into your small throat, perfectly molded to fit his cock, and only his. He had trained your throat for that. He thrust deep, hearing you gag and feeling your throat close around him with each time his tip reached the back of your throat. He kept himself there, pushing your head down deeper, forcing himself further back in your throat. It was sadistic and he could hear your muffled sounds and the tears prickling your eyes but as you looked up at him through your lashes, holding onto him tighter and your hips swinging behind you, he knew you were just fine to be like that. His toy to fuck.

When he finally relented, letting you pull away enough just to breath, he heard the choking, stuttering breath you took. His cock was dripping with your spit but that didn’t deter you from moaning around him as you savored the taste of him and his pre-cum when you deep throated him again.

It was then that Calum and Ashton seemed to get past the shock and dry throats. It was hot. To imagine you, sweet and gentle you who they knew was too small to take anything of Michael’s easily, doing something so dirty while being treated so roughly had them hard just hearing it. Imagining it.

“Shit, is she sucking you off right now?” Calum’s voice came through the nearly forgotten phone at his side and Michael couldn’t help the pride in his eyes as he looked down at your tiny figure in between his legs doing just that.

He yanked at your hair roughly, pulling you off of him enough for him, and his friends over the phone, to be able to hear you whimper, lips against the head of his cock. You almost looked pathetic. And he felt his almost painful hard-on at the sight.

Michael looked at you when he spoke directly to his friends, “Yeah. She lets me fuck her throat like a fucking slut, too. She’s so good with her mouth.”

“I bet, if it sounded like that” Both Calum and Ashton groaned in unison, they really couldn’t blame Michael for bailing on their plans now.

Somehow, hearing all three of them talk about you like you weren’t even there had your pussy trembling even more than before. Your smile was broken from the rough way he had taken your mouth but you still obeyed him when he tapped your lips with the head of his dick. Opening your mouth and taking him to the hilt, until your nose touched his abdomen before you pulled back and did it all over again.

You barely heard the mumbled good girl from his lip. But it wasn’t until you heard Ashton’s voice that you froze, as if reminded that you were being listened to. All the dirty things you had just done, were done in front of an audience.

“Didn't know your girl was so needy.” His usually friendly and sweet tone suddenly sounded teasing and demeaning. “I probably should’ve though. Always the ones that pretend they’re so innocent that like it rough.”

Michael smirked down at you, his eyes never leaving yours making it known how purposely he chose his words. “You should hear what she’s like when I’m inside her.”

Your entire body burned. You wanted more, needed more. Just like you did when you arrived to his home, horny and needy. When he told you to get on your knees and work for it, though you had already been crawling towards him on the bed.

Now driven by the hitches of breath you hear over the phone, their silent groans. You didn’t care anymore that his friends were listening to how much of a whore you were, listen to each lewd sound of you sucking off your boyfriend or even more. Maybe it was a testament to his corruption of your pure person, to one who cared only about him, and getting fucked by him, to care about modesty - someone who delighted in the thought of others being witness to just how good you were for your boyfriend and just how good he made you feel.

When you released him from your mouth, you were sure your wetness was dripping all over his sheets.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, your soft cheek resting against his hard dick, looking up at him with begging eyes, “please.”

Neither could deny the way their hands went to palm themselves through their pants at the sound of you so softly, high pitched, called your boyfriend such a dominant title. You heard a chuckle from the phone followed by a mocking laugh.

“Aww, she’s begging. How cute.”

“Just fuck her, mate. Put her out of her misery.”

Maybe you should be pouting at their teasing but if it got your boyfriend to stretch you open, you welcomed the sting of humiliation that followed their words. Being seen as nothing but a fucktoy at the moment.

Sharing this intimate moment with you was only because they were his best friends. It was the only reason he’d given them this glimpse that they should be honored to be guests to. But one he was using not so subtly to boast, how lucky he was to have you, how only he could give you pleasure. That you were his, sucking his dick, fucking him. No one else could have you. Even them, no matter how close he let them get. No matter how much they wanted to.

Michael looked almost arrogant when he took you by the back of your thighs, pushing you up until you were stranding up. Enough for your clothed pussy to rub against his cock. The sensation was enough for you to start grinding on him. You’d waited for so long, you couldn’t even remember how long you’d been blowing him before the phone rang. There was still spit on your chin to prove it.

You yelped when you felt him spank you but his eyes showed almost no emotion which caused you to clench your walls. He looked so hot under you, the tattoos on his upper body under your hands and his dick erect for you. “Let them hear how good you can ride me, little one.”

His thick fingers pushed your panties to the side just enough for you to sink down on him. You were so wet, he slid in with ease despite your tight walls. Especially excited at the rare opportunity to ride him. A satisfied moan left you, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of being split open by his thickness. Finally.

Michael stayed laying down, gazing up at his girlfriend, looking so little as she bounced on his lap feverishly. Groans left him as he let you set the pace, pleasuring yourself using him. But despite you being on top, it was very clear who was in charge by the bruising grip he had on your hips as he helped you move up and down his length. You were so small, even the width of your body was only half of his broad one.

The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room each time your thighs met when you sheathed him entirely inside of your drooling cunt. Your skirt was pushed up, around your waist worthlessly, giving Michael a clear view of where you were connected.

“So-ngh-so good, Mikey. Feels so good.” You were babbling on him, your back arching. Breaths coming out short. Every once in a while, you ground against him, swiveling your hips. “Y-you fuck me so good. Love your big cock, daddy, feel so full!”

“Fuck, she is a slut.” You weren’t even thinking straight with how dizzy the pleasure made you to recognize who said it. But you weren’t out of it enough not to hear the ‘slicking’ sounds over the phone that made it clear Ashton and Calum had given up modesty with each other and were pumping their cocks to the hot sounds of you getting fucked by their friend. Which just made you move your hips faster.

“Hear that?” Michael grunted out as you kept riding him. “They can hear how much of a fucking cock hungry whore you are.”

You were shaking your head at his words, whining as if to deny them but you kept moaning and riding him faster, clamping down on him with your walls, suffocating him in the best way. You felt each drag of his cock against you. He moved you forward by your hips to heighten the delicious sensation of feeling you against and around him, hissing. “You’re so fucking tight.”

It was only when you leaned down, your face just a few inches away from Michael’s so that your hips were what moved his cock in and out of you that Michael saw the large blush adorning your face.

He sat up without you expecting it. The only reason you didn’t fall was because of his arm that wrapped around your waist. Your small hands landed on his strong, tattooed shoulders instinctively.

Even on his lap, straddling him while still grinding on his cock, Michael was taller than you. It was instinctive when you opened your mouth and let him slowly, sensually, let a glob of his spit drop onto your tongue. You almost moaned when you swallowed it but the gentleness ended when he spit in you again, faster this time and you felt a sharp slap to your cheek following it.

You distinctly heard the curses that left the phone at the visuals they imagined of Michael slapping you around, manhandling you in whichever way he pleases.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy. After showing them how much of a messy cockslut you are. Fucking me during a phone call…dirty fucking girl. Can’t think of anything except daddy’s cock. You like that they’re listening to how good I fuck you, don’t you?” Then his grip on your waist tightened enough for him to start thrusting up into you. Hammering into your poor little cunt at a rough, fast pace - even more so than the one you had set for yourself. He groaned deeply. You cried out, gasping and writhing in his arms as he pounded into you mercilessly. Broken sentences were the only thing that could leave your mouth. You felt him so deep inside you.

You already felt that heat in your belly, the sign of your release keeping up on you as your big boyfriend used your body. It felt so good, the pleasure you had been vying for all day. The way you tightened around him, hips stuttering was enough to tell Michael you had cum, along with how much wetter you’d gotten, your cum mixed in with each thrust as he continued pummeling into you within stopping. It’d been building up for so long, you couldn’t be blamed for cumin so quickly.

The back of your thighs and his were drenched. But your scream was enough to tell Ashton and Calum know how you had creamed all over Michael’s dick. Their hands moved faster as they jerked themselves off, their minds focused on you.

You couldn’t even think coherently, your eyes half closed and mouth open to stream out moans. Let alone being able to wrap your mind around Michael handing you his phone and pushing it up to your ears, off of speaker but loud enough that he, so close to you in position, could still hear the two boys at the other end of the line. His hips still thrusting into you, so deep that he bottomed out into you each time.

“Tell them what I’m doing to you.”

And then it was your moans being filtered directly to them, the distant sound of slapping skin the only other thing Calum and Ashton could hear as you bounced up and down on his fat cock.

It was embarrassing, especially being able to hear Ashton and Calum’s groans, knowing they were witnessing this weak, dirty part of you so different from how they usually saw you. Your breath hitched.

But it was Calum’s sweet voice, drenched in a gravelly arousal, that you heard first, “Go on. Tell us how good you’re getting fucked in front of us.”

You didn’t answer right away - you couldn’t. It was too much. Hearing his voice in that moment, commanding you to follow your boyfriend’s orders. Knowing that you had him weak just with your sounds. It was a thrill. And your face was fucked out at the feeling of the circumstances as you moaning as you were racked by Michael’s rough thrusts. Your submission so cute to watch, and hear, unfold.

Your hand could barely hold onto his phone, fit for his larger hand not your trembling one. “H-He’s fucking m-my pussy so deep. C-Can’t—so rough. Gonna cum again.”

You sounded as fucked out as you looked.

Ashton spoke next, sounding almost amused with your inability to work your brain while being stuffed with your boyfriend’s dick. “Yeah? Feels good?”

Your sounds of agreement were muffled. “S-Sososo good. Mikey’s so big! He’s stretching me open. H-He always makes me feel so good, only he can fuck me. My pussy is his. I’m his. Only a slut for him.”

You were cut off by your own squeals; as if to reward your words that made Michael feel so boastful and powerful, he raised the shirt that was still on your body. Until it uncovered your bra-covered tits to him. Even then he just roughly pulled up your bra, not bothering to even remove it. Just enough to give him access toy our bare chest, jiggling up and down with his sharp thrusts. He all but smothered his face as he encased his mouth around your nipple.

All you could do was arch your back, pushing your tits further into his mouth and his head further into them. One of your hands went to hold the back of his head gently to hold him there as you took pleasure as he sucked your tits while his arm around you pushed you as deeply and closer into him as possible.

“Yes.” You clenched around him at the sensation, as if to force his thick cock to stay inside you, so tightly Michael’s drilling into you grew slower as he fought against your walls. But eventually, he picked up his pace again. Until you could barely breathe with how fast he was fucking up into you, his pace bruising and his cock hitting the spots that had you weak. You barely heard his growl of Mine against your skin. His tongue swirling against your tits, biting at them gently.

It was so hot.

For the second time, you could feel the tension again as your release crawled closer. Your moans were louder than before, this time directly into the phone speaker not that you had any trace of bashfulness anymore.

“Fuck listen to her.” Calum said, you could practically hear the breathy way he talked. His head thrown back as his hips thrusted into his own palm, desperately imagining the way your hips would move, the way your cunt would be soaked. His hand tightened around himself to mimic your tightness. “You sound so fucking hot.”

He was only saying that because Michael couldn’t hear him. He had to make do with teasing you with his words, making you feel exactly what you were doing to him. And that’s just what his words did. You whined, grinding into Michael desperately at the praise.

“Bet you look so pretty like that.” Ashton said as he spit on his palm before returning his hand to his cock, “Riding a cock that’s too big for you. Like letting yourself be used like a fucking toy, don’t you?”

“Michael!” You moaned out his name even as you listened to his friend’s words through the phone. You were so close.

But Ashton wasn’t done. “You’d feel so fucking good, so tight. Michael was right. Such a needy slut, fucking her boyfriend in front of his best friends and liking it. Making him miss his plans.”

“And here we-fuck-thought you were such a good girl, smiling and innocent.” Ashton’s hand moved faster against himself.

You were whimpering at his words, at his teasing. “I’m s—orry. I-I didn’t mean t-to.” You slurred, “Just needed him.”

“Y-Yeah? You didn’t m-mean to?” Calum mocked your stuttering cruelly. Sounding so similar to your mean boyfriend and you felt yourself at once have tears settle in your eyes at the humiliation and get impossibly wetter. The lewd squelching each time Michael moved in and out of you was loud. It was too much. The sensation of Michael driving into you and just how good his friends’ teasing words felt.

“It’s okay, you can’t help yourself.” He continued, cooing at you teasingly. “You’re just a brat who only thinks about cock - bet you even like that we’re getting off on you. Thinking about how good you’d look bouncing on our cocks. We’d fuck you good just how you like it. Too bad Michael never learned to share. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“‘m not! ‘m not a brat ” You moaned, heart thumping rapidly at what he was suggesting. You could almost see their own big cocks in their hands. You licked your lips. Michael really had turned you into a cock-addicted whore. “I’m a good girl. I’m Mikey’s good girl.”

“Hmm…” Ashton grunted, “Prove it. Keep moaning nice and loud. I’m so fucking close. You’re going to cum again aren’t you? So fucking messy.”

“Say our names when you cum.” Calum chuckled and you heard Ashton’s incredulous laugh right beside him as your cheeks burned. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You’d only ever moan Michael’s name, the man who was fucking into you so well like only he would ever be able to do. But the thought of it set a fire in your belly all the same.

And almost as if Michael could hear what he had said, his eyes narrowed in concentration and possessiveness despite everything. “You’re mine.” He grunted out, “All fucking mine. Gonna let them hear how I fuck my cum into you. How you’re built to only take my cock and cum.”

“Yesyesyes, give me your cum, daddy. Please, cum inside me.” The words of all three of them were enough to have you cumming around your boyfriend’s girth almost immediately. Dropping the phone all together and leaving Ashton and Calum to cum into their own hands at your words, imagining it on your skin instead, at the now more echoey sounds of your moans of completion, repeating Michael’s name almost like a mantra in the haze of pleasure.

Even as his hips continued to slam up into yours, despite your overstimulated core. Until he held you still, biting at your skin with a deep groan as he released inside of you. Thick ribbon of cum filled you completely, with pleased sounds leaving your mouth at the sensation.

Only then did he let you fall back on the bed, weak and tired. Finally letting go of your tiny body he had been holding close to him, keeping you on his cock. He had given you exactly what you wanted, what you arrived to his house knowing he could give you. And the experience was so much hotter than you expected, especially with his friends’ teasing and dirty words that showed you just how hot they saw you.

Michael watched as you laid there, legs open with a mixture of both of your cums trickling down your leg. His cum that couldn’t fit inside you, white at your entrance. The sight drove him wild.

But he controlled himself from abusing your sensitive cunt again. He had to handle something first. He picked up the abandoned phone, the one you set aside because you would drop anything and everyone for him. Always.

He didn’t even have to speak when he put his phone up to his ear as you laid there silently, mind fuzzy. Both of you were breathing heavily from the exertion of the rough fuck. Ashton spoke before he had to.

“Don’t brag, dude.” And Michael couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face. It was exactly what he wanted to do, the feeling of pride swelling inside him. He had just fucked his hot girlfriend, knowing his two friends wanted her, wanted to be him. Claiming her in front of them as she claimed herself as his to them.

“Seriously, it’s bad enough we had to jerk off while you got your dick wet.”

Michael scoffed, “Just be grateful I even let you listen, assholes. Don’t interrupt me next time.” He paused before he decided to rub it in a little more, “At least you could actually make her wet. She felt so good around me.”

“Fuck you, dude. We did a lot more than just make her wet.” Calum said, not unkindly. He was already trying to clean himself off. “Can’t believe she even let you cum inside her."

“Yeah don’t forget she’s mine.” Michael said, the possessiveness back in his tone. They were lucky to even just be given a glimpse of you in that intimate moment. Given to them because Michael trusted his best friends but also just so Michael could show off how lucky he was to have you, how satisfied he was always with you. A reminder of how much you didn't need anyone else with him around. All their fantasies of you were for nothing because it was only ever Michael that could have you whenever and however he wanted, the one who could claim you inside and out.

And while Ashton and Calum dominated you, because of the freedom Michael had allowed them to, they knew better than to push their luck with your boyfriend. They were just happy with themselves for calling at the moment they had, accidentally stumbling into a scene that they refused to leave willingly once they had realized. It was better than any porn they’d ever seen.

Michael’s chuckle caught them off guard, he seemed to be in a good mood after having sex. Not that they could blame him. “Have fun at your party.”

Not that they could. Not after getting such a small taste of you and knowing they wouldn’t be thinking of anything else but how they dreamed of you in that situation, your sounds, what you let them be a witness to and what you let your boyfriend do to you, to claim you in front of them. What it meant that such a sweet, naive looking girl could be tainted to become such a submissive slut, unbeknownst to everyone else. It was hot and they doubted a party could hold their attention or desire at all compared to it.

But Michael knew that. That’s why he was still laughing, tauntingly.

#5sos #5sos smut #michael clifford smut #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford #bad boy smut #bad boy michael #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin x reader #calum hood x reader #calum hood smut #5sos imagines #college au

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 4: Spanking

Spanking || Role reversal || Knife play

Angel Reyes x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, spanking (pussy, ass, softly on face), unprotected sex, slightly rough sex, no plot just porn, no use of y/n

Notes: I wanted to do knife play for today but I already did that before and this idea popped into my head so I ran with it! Kinktober list provided by @the-purity-pen! If you wanna stay up to date on my fics, feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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Rides with Angel were always a thrill. Whether you were perched behind him on his bike with the wind in your face, or if you rode him while you were both naked in bed, you always knew you were in for a good time. Right now, you enjoyed the latter.

It was a hot summer night, and the heat rose in Angel’s bedroom as your sweaty bodies writhed together in the sensual dance you both did so often and so well. Angel laid out on his back while you bounced on his cock with your back to him. Normally, he liked it when you faced him while you rode him, but the view of your ass was unmatched.

Angel bent his leg up so that you grinded on his thigh while you rode him, and your moans got even louder with the added friction. You slumped forward slightly as you grinded your body against his. His big, strong hands stayed firmly on your hips as he guided you on his cock, and he couldn’t help but growl and groan at how good you felt around him. The heat that surrounded Angel was nothing compared to the heat from you that surrounded his cock, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Fuck… Angel…” you moaned as you impaled yourself over and over on his length while your clit rubbed against the tense muscles of his leg. Your mind swam with emotions and feelings of pleasure, and it was a bliss unlike anything else in the world.

“I know querida,” he cooed as he rubbed at your ass. You clenched tighter around him, and Angel let out a low groan in repose as he squeezed your ass harder. And that was when he got an idea.

With your ass right in the palm of his hand, Angel couldn’t help but give it a little smack. It was soft at first to test the waters, but when you let out a moan, Angel felt more encouraged. He reeled back and slapped your ass again, only harder this time. And the cry you let out was positively sinful.

“You like that, baby?” Angel purred as he smacked you again, and the sound that reverberated in the room almost drowned out the cry you let out. “Answer me, baby,” he growled as he slapped you again.

You threw your head back and cried out into the room, “Yes,” you moaned, “Angel… Yes…”

Angel growled again as he slapped you once more and this time he grabbed onto the flesh of your ass and used his strength to hold you still on his cock. You whined loudly as you trembled in his grip, the mix of absolute pleasure mixed with the hint of pain was almost too much for you to bear, but yet you still craved more.

Angel pushed himself up to sit, and you cried out when you felt him move within you. The entire time, his hands never left your ass, and you knew you were safe and secure in his grip. As he lifted himself up, Angel kissed up along your spine wherever he could reach, and he grinned against your skin when he felt you shiver at his touch. It was a brief moment of softness as Angel kissed and caressed you while you sat in his lap, his dick still buried deep inside you.

But the moment was gone before you could fully savor it, and without warning, Angel flipped you over so that you landed face down onto the bed. You squealed at the sudden rush of movement, and he was so swift that you didn’t even register that he pulled out in the process. You grabbed onto the sheet and whimpered at the loss when you felt his hands on your body as Angel stood behind you.

“Shit querida,” Angel groaned as his hands ran down your back and landed on your ass once more.

You whimpered as you braced for him to slap your ass again and your heart pounded as you anticipated that blissful mix of pain and pleasure. But, he surprised you. Instead, Angel slapped you right on your dripping pussy. You let out a loud scream and almost fell forward, but Angel held onto your hip and kept your ass in the air for him.

“Fuck!” you cried out as he slapped your pussy again and you swore you saw stars for a second.

“You like that, baby?” Angel asked in a teasing tone. He knew how much you liked it, since he saw how wet you were and you had never cried out louder than when he smacked your pussy. But, the straining pain between his own legs soon called his attention, and the need to fill you again was almost overwhelming.

Angel used his strength and flipped you over so that you were on your back with your legs in the air. You looked up at him with wide eyes and a surprised expression; he had never manhandled you like this before, but you absolutely loved it. With your name in his lips in a low tone, Angel lined himself up at your entrance and thrusted into you in one swift movement. Both of you cried out in pleasure as he wasted no time in rocking in and out of you at a hard and fast pace.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and clung to him as he fucked into you. Angel propped himself up to look into your eyes, and with his free hand, he trailed up the front of your body to cup your face. You whimpered when you were forced to look into his eyes, your emotions almost overtaking you. You clenched around him as you felt your climax fast approach, but Angel wasn’t finished with you yet. 

He wasn’t sure what possessed him, but Angel let go of your face and slapped your cheek softly. He was worried for a moment that he crossed a line, but when your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth dropped open to let out a loud moan, he knew you were ok with it. Not to mention, he felt the way you gripped him with your inner muscles, and if you were to tell him to stop, he would without question. But, as long as you enjoyed his roughness, Angel kept going and he fucked into you even harder and slapped your cheek again.

That was all it took for you to completely come undone and your body trembled as you came hard with a loud scream, “Angel!”

“Fuck querida,” he growled as he came right after you and spilled himself deep in your body before he collapsed down on top of you.

Heavy breaths filled the room as you and Angel laid still and took a few moments to recover your strengths. He was the first to move after some time, and carefully Angel pulled out and laid down next to you to check you over for any marks. You whimpered softly, but you made no attempt to move.

“You alright?” Angel asked in a soft tone as he gently caressed you.

“Fuck, Angel,” you breathed as you opened your eyes to look into his, “That was so fucking hot,” you added with a laugh.

“Fuck yeah it was,” he agreed and joined in your laughter.

“We gotta do that again,” you sounded more enthusiastic as your strength slowly returned.

Angel beamed at you, “Hell yes,” he leaned in and kissed your forehead, “But I need a snack break first.”

“That sounds perfect.”

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Mayans tags

@bucketheadredacted​ @rae-gar-targaryen​ @just1bri​ @blessedboo​ @recklessworry​ @Pedrohoe04

#angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x you #angel reyes #angel reyes fic #angel reyes fanfiction #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic #clayton cardenas #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x y/n

[subspencer]

Perv! Spencer touching himself while r works out

i didn't know how to end this lol but i also made them roommates for this. felt fun.

wc: 1.3k cw: masturbation, penetration, unprotected sex, perv!spencer, roommates au

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“Hey, did you come to join me?” you asked while turned upside down in downward facing dog, contorting your body to watch your roommate walk into the living room.

“No, I just needed to read my book…” he waved a copy of Dune with a sheepish smile. “It was getting stuffy in my room.”

“Ah, ok. Well, I’m almost done with my workout, so I’ll be out of your hair in twenty.”

Spencer waved off your concern and took a seat on the couch just a few feet behind you.

“No worries, take your time.”

You smiled and returned to your yoga video, moving into a deep lunge. Looking behind you, just to make sure Spencer was doing fine, you saw him crack open his book and start reading, and were satisfied with that.

The moment you looked away, going back into the first position, his eyes left the page. Your ass was up in the air directly in front of him, barely covered by the tiniest pair of shorts he’s ever seen.

“How’s the book?”

“Hm?” His hand fell from under his chin, mouth agape. “Oh, it’s good. Really good…” his voice trailed as you shifted into a lunge on the opposite leg, stretching your thighs deep.

Pressing the side of your front thigh into the ground, you moved into a pigeon pose and bent forward, letting out a deep groan when the muscles stretched out.

Spencer cleared his throat when he heard it. “Does that - does that hurt?”

“Not really. Feels good, for the most part,” your wince didn’t convince him as you pushed yourself closer to the floor. “You should try it.”

“I think I’m a better observer,” he laughed.

“Well, help me with this next one, at least.” You made him get up and walk over as you laid with your back flat on the mat. “I need you to help me get my leg up.”

“What?” he choked. You brought one leg into the air, twirling your ankle to gesture for him to grab it.

“Yeah, push my leg. I need a good stretch.” Spencer swallowed dryly, wrapping one hand around your ankle as he began pushing your leg closer to your shoulders.

“Ah,” you winced as your knee got closer to your chest, closing your eyes and biting your lip.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to -”

“No, keep going!” Your hand shot up to his, holding his grip there as you had him continue. Your knee was almost to your ear when you let out a low groan.

Spencer didn’t know where to look. He was standing over your hips, right above you while you whined below him. If he looked down, he’d see your face contorting as the pain of the stretch turned to satisfaction. And to his side, there was a full-length mirror where he could see the both of you in this compromising position.

He chose the mirror, knowing he could see your face and entire body in it. He scanned the whole picture, from you to him on top, opening you up to him.

“Spencer, you can let go now.”

“Oh.” He quickly let go, and you raised the other one for him to repeat. As he brought the other one equally as far up, he rambled out, “Wow, you’re really flexible.”

You laughed. “Yeah, it takes work but it’s worth it.”

“Why?” His brows quirked, already thinking about doing this to you in more naked terms. You could tell what he was thinking even before that.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you smirked, pulling your leg even closer. Your eyes flicked down to his crotch, just to tease him, but the second you looked at him you saw him twitch in his trousers.

“Okay!” you quickly released your leg bringing it down to the floor, cheeks burning at what you’ve witnessed. “I’m all done!”

Spencer scrambled off of you, clearing his throat and adjusting himself not-so-subtly.

“Thanks for your help.” You avoided his eyes as you got up and rolled the yoga mat up.

“Yeah, anytime,” he muttered.

Your mind raced with that image of him as you quickly ran back to your room, leaving Spencer embarrassed in the living room. You were only trying to mess with him; it was just so unexpected to actually get a rise out of him.

You thought to go back out and try to smooth over that awkward encounter with him, but heard the bathroom door click shut as he went in. It was right between your two bedrooms, sharing an adjoining wall with your bedroom.

Two seconds later, you heard the jingle of his belt and a faint groan. And then a stream of stifled moans. And before you could think, you were storming out of your room and barging into the bathroom, which he didn’t even bother to lock.

Spencer was leaning against the counter, jeans pulled down his thighs while he palmed himself over his boxers. His eyes flew open when he heard you come in, caught red-handed.

“Shit!” he scrambled to pull his jeans up, cheeks turning vermillion. “Fucking knock!”

You were ready to run back out, not knowing why you’d even come in in the first place, but when your hand hit the door handle again, you pushed it closed and locked it. Taking two long strides to Spencer, you put your hands on the counter on either side of him, boxing him in.

“What are you doing,” he croaked, covering himself with one hand and running the other nervously through his hair.

You stared at each other for one long, silent pause before you pushed him back on the counter, tugging his boxers down. Wiggling out of your skin-tight shorts, you placed your hands back on his thighs.

“You wanted to see how flexible I am,” you explained, swiftly raising one leg and placing your foot on the counter behind him, keeping the other one planted to the floor. Spencer’s hips were directly under yours. When you pressed forward just a little, you could feel your pussy graze his cock.

Spencer was speechless. His mouth was wide open as he looked down where your body just nearly met his, cock twitching when he saw your bare body. You followed his line of sight, deciding to take the first move and grab his dick with one hand, running his tip through your folds before lining him up and sinking down on him. His hands flew to your hips, moaning as you buried him inside.

“Fuck me like this and see for yourself.” He quickly did as instructed, thrusting his hips up into the narrow space between you, already so deep in you. He gripped your knee that was bent on the counter, pushing it to open you up even more as he thrusted faster.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin through his thin t-shirt. He winced as you dug them in, moving his hips impossible fast, knowing he wouldn’t last long. Just as your supporting leg started to wobble, he pushed your knee back and quickly pulled out. Panting as he pulled his shirt up, he gave himself a few short tugs, finally coming all over his bare stomach within seconds.

“Fuck,” he gasped, painting his belly in white. Your throat ran dry at the sight of him.

Before he got up, you turned on the shower and stripped down your shirt and bra. Helping Spencer peel off his shirt, careful to avoid any of his mess. You were still sweaty from the workout, and even more so now.

“Are you gonna show me some other tricks,” he joked, climbing off the ledge. Shaking your head, you stepped into the tub, holding the curtain for him to follow in after you.

“Come in and find out.”

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[sukirichi]

— the other side

request:  BRUH YOUR SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK IS GOD LEVEL 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 I think you wrote Gojo perfectly 🥺 Could I pretty please request FaceTime sex with Gojo 🤩 Like maybe Gojo’s away on a mission and he really misses reader and he’s needy so he calls her and has her put the phone down in front of her and tells her what to do 😳

warnings: nsfw, mutual masturbation, facetime sex, dirty talk (+unedited fic)

note: i actually wasn’t sure if i could write this well since i’m not the best at dialogue, but i tried my best and i hope you like it anon! thank you for the request! dinner has been served!

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Ruined. He’s absolutely ruined you.

You pull your fingers out of your clenching hole, your cheeks sweaty as you pant against your pillow. Hole clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness, your chest heaves up and down with the gnawing dissatisfaction that you could no longer cum yourself; could no longer feel pleased unless it’s Gojo doing it for you.

Before you know it, a single tear flows down until it collects besides your lips. Hands rubbing against your tired eyes, you sigh at the clock blaring 2:19 AM mockingly at you.

It’s two in the fucking morning – and you haven’t cum ever since Gojo left for work.

Your fingers just wasn’t enough; could never be enough compared to his magical tongue and long dick that absolutely drives you into with so much need, large hands grappling against your soft mounds for leverage while he pounds himself into you.

It’s not the same without him. It’s been four long days ever since Gojo left for work; four torturous days that you’ve done everything you could to get off, only to keep failing after hours of humping your pillow or doing all the work with the cute pink dildo you got just for days he wouldn’t be around. It never ends well. Your wrist would only cramp or your thighs would ache afterwards, but you never came.

Perhaps that’s one of the consequences of being greedy and wanting to keep Gojo Satoru all to yourself. In return, he’s also stolen you of the privilege of fucking yourself.

Arm sprawled over your face, your breathing begins to regulate. Your legs are still wide open, arousal leaking from your disappointed cunt. You were ready, so ready for Gojo to come home and just fuck you silly.

You hate yourself for being this way, hate that your lips are trembling because you miss him so much and you’re actually crying all because you feel so empty without him buried within you.

It’s stupid, so fucking stupid, but you can’t help it.

You turn around to your side and hug his pillow closer to your body, breathing in his scent. It helps to calm you down a bit and even reassures you you’re not really alone; he’d come back in a few days and you’ll have him all to yourself again.

It’s been a long day, and the days just keep stretching over with the fact you’ve pretty much masturbated everywhere but still never got to come. A wave of exhaustion washes over you, your eyelids growing heavy at the same time you wrap one leg around Gojo’s pillow. His musky scent still remains, almost mocking that he’s never really away from you, but the dull aching deep within your pussy says otherwise.

You’re so helpless without him.

Just as you’re about to gaze off into to dreamland, your phone blares from your bedside table. You don’t waste another second before scrambling off the bed to get it, nearly falling off if you hadn’t grasped on to the sheets hard enough.

Gojo’s contact name of baby with a heart emoji flashes on the screen. Out of reflex, your entire body responds. Palms sweaty, lips puckered, pussy fluttering and nipples peaking – it’s embarrassing how your body reacts to him strongly. If he was here and he saw the way you open yourself up to him, Gojo would laugh while knuckle deep in you, teasing that you’re so eager for him and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

You quickly swipe right to answer, the grin on your face large and beaming when his handsome face greets you. “Satoru,” you smile, leaning back on the pillows to make yourself comfortable. “I missed you.”

There’s no lie about that. He’s still so handsome with one arm propped underneath him, hair down in messy strands and his eyes free from the blindfold, allowing you to witness the magic that pooled within that beauty. Satoru is now wearing a plain white shirt in exchange of his usual dark uniform, his bicep flexing under his weight, but you’re more focused on how his eyes crinkle once he finally saw your pretty face.

You could tell he misses you just the same.

“Hey, baby,” he coos through the call, and his low, husky voice immediately sends chill down your spine. The cold air bites at your exposed cunt and you shudder; you already know you’re wet again. It’s still ‘yesterday’ where he’s at, meaning that he’d have to leave for work after three hours or so as the sun begins to rise, while you’d still be slumbering at peace.

Or at least, sleep as comfortably as you could with countless failed orgasms.

“I missed you too,” Satoru sighs. His eyes droop for a moment, and he sees the way you open your lips, ready to tell him to get some more rest instead of calling you. Satoru only presses a finger to his lips, eyes glinting playfully at your awaiting gaze. “I’m fine, baby, don’t worry about me. I just needed to hear your voice.”

Your heart skips a beat at that. You’ve always known that Satoru is flirty, and even though he isn’t exactly being too flirty right now, the mere thought of him wanting to hear your voice before he sleeps does wondrous leaps to your wavering heart.

“Me too,” you confess in a small voice, tugging up the sheets under the chin as you grow more and more shy with each passing second. “It hasn’t been the same without you, Toru. I can’t…I can’t be myself when you’re not here.”

Satoru, despite being an absolute dumb fuck all the time, isn’t stupid when it comes to that tone of your voice. He nods once and presses the phone closer to his face, voice low and serious. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to talk to me about it?”

Yes and no. You seriously debate whether it’s best to tell him that you can’t cum without him, simply because he’s always so much better and feels perfect compared to your nimble fingers that barely even stretch you. On the other side, you don’t want to keep him up too late, plus phone sex… well, you haven’t really done it before. Just imagining showing yourself bare to Satoru through the camera already makes your body feel warmer than it already it is. He’s seen you naked hundred of times before, but the idea that he could record it…

You swallow audibly and look away from him. Your cunt is already gushing as you imagine Satoru recording the way you lose yourself as he buries his cock into your hilt, but it’s a different thing if you could both masturbate to the thought of each other.

“Babe,” Satoru cuts off your train of thoughts, “You feel frustrated too, don’t you? I’ve never hated my fist as much as I do now.”

Your head snaps to his direction so fast Satoru laughs at your crazed reaction, and the sound only increases when you start babbling to him. “Y-you,” you shake your head in disbelief, “You too? You can’t cum too? I mean, I’ve done everything I could, I even got a dildo but it’s not enough, Toru, it’s never enough, I need you so bad.”

You don’t care that you’re whining at this point. Satoru doesn’t give a damn either because he’s already palming his erection through his sweatpants from the other side of the world, jaw clenching as he imagines you doing lewd things without him.

“Aw, my poor baby,” he teases you, making you pout and hide under the sheets with only your eyes peeking through. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now,” his voice drops an octave lower, eyes darkening as lust consumes both your body. “Just be a good girl and follow my instructions, okay? I’ll make you feel good. We’ll make each other feel good. It’ll feel like I never left, okay?”

“O-okay,” you nod shakily, still unsure of what to do. “Is there-?”

“Yeah,” Satoru grunts as he whips his cock free from his confines, hips jutting forward now that his hand is wrapped around it. He sighs at the relief of finally getting his chance to cum. He understands your situation; his cock won’t even come close to the warmth of your tight pussy clenching on him. “Show me yourself, pretty girl. Show me those pretty pink lips of yours,” Satoru places his phone somewhere on the table near his bed, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock slaps against his underbelly, the tip red and leaking.

You gasp at how lewd he looks. The sheets are absolutely crumpled beneath him, and you clench your thighs at the sight of Satoru wrapping his hands around his large, angry cock with his eyes staring straight directly at the camera.

“Come on, baby, don’t be shy,” he rasps, “I want to see you, want to hear you. You’ll let me hear those beautiful moans, won’t you?”

When his hups jut forward to meet the tight grip of his hands, something inside you snaps. Breath shaky and legs trembling, you throw your sheets off to the side and get your phone stand before setting it up at your bedside table, making sure to tilt the camera downwards before you lean back onto the bed. You’re already naked underneath Satoru’s large shirt, and it doesn’t take much as you spread your legs eagerly for him, using two lips to spread your lips open even without his command.

Satoru groans at your arousal leaking down the sheets and making a mess. He pumps himself harder, smirking at how your heavy breathing is all he could hear. “So fucking pretty,” he praises, “Now put two fingers in your pussy for me, baby girl. Stretch yourself open so I can see how much you miss my cock.”

Obedient as ever, you do as you’re told, letting out a shuddered moan when your two fingers go past your walls without resistance. You’re wet, so fucking wet for him, but you want him. “Satoru,” you whine, pushing your fingers deeper and deeper and pulling them out for friction. Your walls clench around your digits and you start imagining that it’s his long fingers buried into you this time; getting off to his image and relishing in how Satoru is moaning your name. “Miss you baby,” you cry out, hands trailing up to squeeze your nipples. “I want you so bad.”

“Me too, baby, me too,” the sound of Satoru’s slick running up and down his shaft, along with his low groans, are like music to your ears. Your moan grows louder when you open your eyes and see that his muscles are flexing as he fucks his hand eagerly, his gaze focused on the way you’re shuddering around your own digits. “Another one. Add another one.”

Shakily, you add another one, your head falling back at the welcomed intrusion. It’s still not enough, but it’ll do for now.

You just imagine that it’s his cock inside you instead, each vein prominent as the ridges of your wall hug him completely. Satoru replaces his hand with your pussy as well, that the fist running down his dick is you bouncing on his cock instead. He can already picture the way your breasts bounce in front of him and Satoru shudders, “Tits,” he growls, “I want to see your fucking tits. Want to feel them on my hands,” Satoru chuckles at how eagerly you lift your shirt up to show him the beaded nipples, teeth biting down on the material with your hands still knuckle-deep in your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re always so pretty, babe.”

“Miss you,” you keep crying out, words muffled through the shirt you’re biting. You pinch your nipple at the same time you rapidly finger yourself, your pussy squelching and the sounds pornographic as it echoes all the way to Satoru’s phone. You miss him so fucking much that it’s unreal. There’s no more self control when your back hits the bed, hips lifting off the bed and giving Satoru a clearer view of your juices dripping down your ass.

Satoru can’t resist the way his balls tighten, desperate to have you right next to him so he can fuck your brains out already. He wishes he could come home and be in your warmth, be in your embrace, but he’s still got curses to kill that fucking you would just have to wait much to both parties’ displeasure.

Sweat is beading down his forehead as he watches you thrash around your bed, his cock only growing harder and a low growl emanating from his throat when you keep moaning satoru, satoru, satoru, I love you so fucking much.

“I love you too,” he manages to say in shaky breaths. “You’re so perfect for me – fuck.”

You push yourself off the edge by pulling your lips aside and pinch at your clit. At that, your back arches off the bed, making your fingers dig deeper into you and for a split second, you manage to hit your g-spot. Satoru can tell you’re close by the way your legs spasm and he encourages you, spitting down his cock as he pumps his fist around his length almost angrily.

“That’s good, baby, keep going, keep going,” his teeth clenches when you nod, tears falling down your pretty cheeks. “Want to fuck you so good – I’d have you screaming around my neck while I take you from behind and shove your face down the pillow,” you moan in response, the sound high pitched and almost whiny. Satoru chuckles before he cuts himself off with a hiss, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing already. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to fuck your ass when I get home?”

“Yes, yes, please,” your belly tightens at the thought of Satoru stretching your tight hole, even better if he pulls at your hair while his hips slam at the flesh of your ass.

Rubbing your clit fervently, Satoru’s name comes out as a broken cry as your orgasm chokes you. The tears are staining your cheeks the same way your cum is making a mess on the sheets, and you grind down harder on the sheets, scissoring yourself just to extend your orgasm.

“Satoru,” you whine, “Fuckkk.”

“I’m close, baby, I’m-” Satoru falls forward when his cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, some of them landing on his abdomen and one sticks to his chin. Your pupils blow wide with lust as you shudder around your fingers while riding down your high, in disbelief that Satoru is cumming so much.

He’s shameless as he continues thrusting into his fists. You’re worried he would overuse his strength and beat his cock to death, but Satoru only chuckles as he keeps pumping his cock, his cum overflowing and pooling down his thick thighs.

“Shit,” he mumbles to himself, falling in the same state as you when he drops down on the bed. His dick begins to turn limp but it’s still twitching, turning a dark shade of pink as he beats his dick almost lazily the time. The both of you take a moment to breathe at the orgasm; not as mind blowing as the ones you’d get if he was there rutting into you instead, but because he’s there, you’re still left with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Wiping the arousal left on your hands on your shirt, you grab your phone and fall into your pillows, cheeks squished and eyelashes fluttering slowly. “Toru,” you call out softly, “You asleep?”

“I want to come home already,” is all he says. He’s still half-passed out in his bed and you laugh, rubbing your thighs together and grimacing when it starts to stick together from your cum. Glancing at Satoru’s form, you dash to the bath to clean yourself up by washing away the cum, coming back to see that Satoru was also in the middle of cleaning his cum with napkins.

“Facetime sex,” he laughs to himself with a shake of his head, mirroring your form by langind on his pillows. He looks absolutely adorable with his lips puckered out like that, azure blue eyes drooping close. “I miss you, babe. I promise when I come home I’m going to fuck you endless.”

You chuckle at his words, wondering how he’s able to say such suggestive things when he’s seconds away from passing out due to exhaustion. Your eyelids grow heavy as well, and along with the light blanket of satisfaction and post-orgasm bliss, the only thing that wouldn’t make this a good night of sleep is the fact Satoru isn’t next to you. Nevertheless, you’re grateful that Satoru took the time to call you despite his busy schedule.

Your heart flutters when Satoru lazily calls you baby, mumbling on and on about how much he misses you. Now that he’s come down from his high, he’s reverting into his big baby self.

His eyes are closed and he’s burying himself deeper into his pillows. You’re about to say goodbye when Satoru lightly snores from the other line, a smile tugging at your lips when you see that he’s now blissfully asleep. Wishing that you could run your hands through his hair, at least, you kiss the screen in the hopes it’d reach him at least metaphorically.

“Sleep well, my love,” you whisper before swiping left to end the call.

Even through the other end of the line, on the other side of the world, Satoru’s worries and exhaustion are washed away with the love you send him.

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