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bumblebeesfromvenus · 19 hours

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Simon Riley NSFW hcs ♡

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Two lovely people asked for my NSFW Simon headcannons and I'm happy to provide!!

Just a disclaimer, these are my headcannons. If you have ones that are totally different, that's okay!

He's fictional and can be whatever you want him to be <3 (except a rapist. We don't do that here.)

If you have any COD thoughts or requests, my inbox is open!!

~ Fi 🐝

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I'm a soft!Simon truther until death.

There's not a single reality in which I can see him ever being too rough with you, let alone hurting you.

First of all, he has no fucking clue what he's doing. He's maybe had sex 2-3 times in his life and I don't think any of them were memorable or good.

I'd wager that all of them were hookups, encouraged by other soldiers to "let off steam". But Simon just can't do it, it feels so wrong. To give himself so fully to someone he doesn't even know.

There needs to be an emotional connection in order for him to feel comfortable and good. He needs to trust and love this person before he can do anything with them.

It's gonna take a while for him to open up, but once he does everything is smooth sailing.

(I also don't think he masturbated excessively. He probably jerked off, everyone gets horny, but especially if we say he's on antidepressants, his sex drive is pretty low. He's either too tired or just doesn't care)

Your first time together was fueled by a, not so uncommon, make-out session on his couch. It'd usually end with you grinding on his thigh or rubbing yourself over his clothed cock until you both reached a satisfactory end.

Simon thinks he could live an entire relationship with only sticking to dry humping, but in reality he's just terrified of the intimacy of real sex.

It's not too romantic, none of that rose petals lit candle stuff. It's not that Simon hates all of that, but I just think it'd be too much for the first time.

He's already so nervous (so are you probably if we're honest) and all that extra stuff would overwhelm the fuck out of him.

(He will spoil you with rose petals and candles another night, even if it just ends you with you falling asleep in eachother's arms <3)

Eventhough it's soft and sweet, you're both still very horny and basically rip the clothes off of the other.

Foreplay is important!!! (For all my girlies who don't drip down their thighs)

Not only for you but for him too. Even if he's rock hard already, he wants to enjoy himself, maybe be a tease. He will always make sure that you're okay and ready (and so will you bc he deserves it).

Would literally eat you out to calm himself down. He probably has fallen asleep while licking your pussy, it's his personal meditation.

Your taste, the way you feel on his tongue and the fact that he was two perfectly good pillows wrapped around his head made it easy for him to nod off.

Also, he prefers it hairy. (Fight me.) (pls don't)

I know it's cliche but he's like 2 seconds away from just coming inside of you the second he pushes in. Not only does he feel good but when he looks down he sees you and he could cry from how happy he is. He just loves you so much.

Can we please put the "You only take half of him" bullshit to rest??? Thank you. We all know Simon as BDE but let's keep it on the real side okay. He couldn't give less of a shit if you can take him to the hilt or not.

(Some gals physically can't bc if your vaginal canal is too short, then it's impossible. You don't want a bruised cervix, so don't be stupid) I do think when he's more comfortable about it and a little more desperate and rough, he'll play into the size kink.

He probably has a huge size kink anyway but he would never make you feel bad if you couldn't take all of him. (Especially if you're giving him head bc let's be real that thing is not going down no one's throat okay)

He has the prettiest moans. I JUST KNOW IT. they're more throaty and deep but they sound good. I honestly don't think this man is capable of whimpering (like physically. Not with that smoker lung) sorry babes.

Simon isn't too loud, but just enough to make you that much hotter. He will try to pull more moans out of you, like a little challenge for himself.

NONE OF THAT "10 rounds Riley" SHIT. (Have any of y'all ever had an orgasm before like?? Who the fuck is going ten rounds??? Not me that's for sure lmao) it really all depends on your guys' mood and neediness on that day.

I do think he can and wants to go a couple of rounds but it's probably more on the rare side and never more than 4.

He knocks out immediately. He's always tired anyways.

I think his favorite positions are missionary, prone bone, and cow girl. He likes the closeness, wants to feel every part of you and kiss it like his life depends on it.

The further you are into your relationship, the more new stuff you can try out. He's always gonna be hesitant at first but if it's not too out there he'll try it.

Simon will tell you if something is a hard no for him and he expects you to respect, just as he would for you.

Would 100% make you ride his face. Wants to he smothered in it okay. (Simon said sit, so sit.)

Simon would be down to tying you up (one condition; you're never tied to anything. In case of emergencies)

You won't get him to be tied up though, that's a real hard no.

I think the closest you'd get to a submissive Simon is if you order him around.

He's sitting on his knees before you and you tell him exactly what you want him to do (one thing Simon Riley can do is follow orders) and he'll pretend to let you be in control and maybe you are for a while, but deep down he's always in control (not necessarily sexual or possessively, he just needs the security)

He loves to get head (not as much as giving it tho) but he will never ever force his cock down your throat, even if you begged him.

He can't do it, won't do it. Has he had the urge and fantasies?? Sure, but it goes against everything he promised when you got into a relationship.

Sweetly suck on his tip and stroke the rest of his length and he's happy as a clam <3

His absolutely favorite thing is when you ride him in the morning. Just lazy and sloppy circles of your hips while you sit on top of him. He loves the sight.

Simon'll gently hold onto your hips and guide you if need be. It's even better if you're laying flush against his chest and the both of you are snuggled under the blanket.

Bonus; he loves to make-out with you. It's an unhealthy obsession that has led to too much lipgloss/lipstick ingested just bc the fucker couldn't wait 2 minutes for you to take it off.

Kissing you is his number 1 way to show you how much he loves you since words aren't his strong suit.

Needless to say, he's head over heels for you, and the sex is great. <3

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I hope you lovelies enjoyed it!

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ft-3racha · 17 hours

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something along the lines of felix being jealous of hyunjin x reader and ends up going behind hyunjin’s back basically telling the reader that the secret is safe between them ;)

warnings: allusions of cheating (i don‘t condone this behavior and i don‘t think any of them would ever do this), fem anatomy reader (but no pronouns mentioned), rough sex (consensual), marking, dirty talk, jealousy, squirting, creampie (you better use protection istg-), a little angsty at the end

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„shhh baby, you gotta keep real quiet for me okay?“, felix rasped in your ear, smooth talking while he pounded you relentlessly. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, so caught up in the moment that a tiny moan found it‘s way past your lips. „baby, please, fuck-“ the way you wrapped around him so nicely made felix dizzy, your warmth engulfed him im the best way possible. „it‘s so hard, please felix“, you whispered, so fucked out to the point you didn‘t care if anyone heard. if he heard. without a second thought, felix pressed his hand to your mouth before picking up the pace, your eyes widened while they rolled back into your skull simultaneously. the head of his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you, and you could swear you saw the entirety of this universe flash before your eyes. „it‘s gonna be our little secret, okay?“, felix mumbled more to himself than anything else, but you heard him just right.

out of nowhere, your phone rang, and out of the corner of your eye you could see who it was; a picture of you and hyunjin, your boyfriend, flashed across the bright screen. as soon as it happened, it was as if something in felix switched. he flipped you over onto your stomach and immediately entered you again, one hair gripping your hair while the other one covered your mouth again. „tell me, sweetheart“, he said, now more sternly than before, „does he fuck you like that, huh? does he make you feel the way i do?“ you tried to answer, but babbled incoherent nonsense against his palm, a bit of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. „c‘mon“, he tried again, „answer.“ as soon as his hand left your mouth his thrusts became borderline brutal, each one hitting that one spot more and more and more. it was perfect. so perfect that your face found it‘s way into the pillow, the thick fabric catching every little bit of the involuntary, almost pornographic moan that left you in that very second. his big hands grabbed your hips so hard it would probably bruise, leaving marks in the process. little marks hyunjin wouldn‘t notice, but felix would know of their existence. the only marks he was allowed to leave. „answer.“ the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm spread throughout your abdomen, and you could tell he was close as well by the way his thrusts got a little arithmetic. „fuck, you‘re squeezing me so good, baby. can tell you‘re close.“ screw him for being able to actually read your body. as if he knew your thoughts, his hand sneaked it‘s way around your body and found your clit. felix started his abuse on your most sensitive bundle of nerves immediately, the pads of his fingers rubbing small circles just the way you liked it.

„answer me right now or i‘ll stop.“ „no!“, you almost screamed, which earned you a slap to your ass. „he doesn‘t! you‘re the only one that fucks me this good, lix. please, wanna cum so bad.“ you begged, tears escaped your eyes from all the pleasure felix was providing you with. „let go then, make a mess for me like i know you can“, he finally allowed, and that was all it took for you to experience what was one of the most intense orgasms of your entire life: your whole body shook, clear spurts of cum streamed out of you like a river down your legs and on the bed, some of it hitting felix‘ legs in the process. this was all it took for him to finish as well, his cum flooded your insides as you milked him for all he had to offer.

it took a few minutes before you were able to think again. felix, who was laying next to you by now, got up as soon as he was sure you were back where you were supposed to be , and made sure to grab a towel and something to drink. as soon as he returned to the room you were on your phone. „everything alright?“, he asked as he handed you the bottle, plopping back down next to you. his hand found your thigh, long fingers drawing tiny circles on your soft skin. „yeah, i‘m good lix. was just checking because he called, but we texted a minute ago. gotta head out soon.“

as you snuggled up on him he inhaled your scent, making sure to engrave the moment in his brain, because this is the closest he‘d ever be to the intimacy of a relationship with you. he had one rule: no matter how many times this would happen, he could never get in between you and hyunjin. he would always come first, and felix knew that. it just hurt a little less when your head was on his chest.

it just had to stay your little secret.

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dandelions-143 · 3 days

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Part 2 to Dance Practice

Masterlist

Part 1

Pairing: Idol Hyunjin x f!reader x Idol Felix

Warning: nudity, oral (f. Receiving), voyeurism, slightly rough, explicit, little praise, dirty talk, edging. Let me know if I forgot anything.

Genre: explicit smut, one-shot

You were sitting in between Changbin and Felix on the couch. Your head resting comfortably on Felix’s thigh and your legs draped over changbin. While Hyunjin and Jeongin sat on the floor propped up against the couch. Felix was slowly combing his fingers through your hair, pushing the silky strands away from your face and lightly scratching your scalp. You felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier. You could feel your body relaxing when suddenly Changbin reached over and turned on the light.

The movie was over and everyone began to shift and move from their respective spots. You slowly did the same and stood up stretching your arms above your head. “That was pretty good. Nice choice Jeongin.” You commented giving your friend a soft smile. Hyunjin came to stand beside you and draped his long toned arm over your shoulders. “It’s getting late, yeah?” His gaze was on Changbin as he spoke.

Changbin nodded and began to gather his things. “Yeah, you guys ready? I’m so tired.” Jeongin began to follow Changbin out but Hyunjin and Felix stayed behind. “We will be along later, gonna help clean up here.” The other guys must have been too tired to notice that there was no mess to clean up or they just didn’t care. This was the first weekend they had off in months. Their schedules were insane for this new comeback that was ramping up. Once you said your goodbyes to them and your door was shut you walked back into the small living room where Hyunjin and Felix were now sitting on the couch together, Hyunjins leg resting on top of Felix’s thigh.

“So.. why are you two still here?” You clasped your hands together, your eyes darting between the two. You had a feeling that you knew what the answer was but you wanted them to say it out loud just in case you were wrong. The three of you had not been alone together since that late night in the dance studio but, you thought about it nearly every single day since. It consumed you.. and Hyunjin didn’t make it any easier when he suddenly seemed to be more clingy towards you. “Come here, love.” Hyunjin spoke with a soft smile on his full lips. Felix moved and patted the spot between them, his eyes moving over you slowly. That gaze of his was heated and it scared you in the best way possible.

You did as Hyunjin asked and you sat between them, they didn’t give you any personal space at all but, you were not complaining. You began to play with the rings on your fingers in a nervous manner. Your heart was racing at the thought of what Hyunjin had said he wanted the next time you were intimate with him.

“Don’t be nervous.” Felix’s deep yet soft voice spoke close to your ear. His voice was so smooth and comforting making you relax a little. “Do you remember what I said when I had your cum all over my cock?” Hyunjins dirty words were barely above a whisper but you heard everything and your body reacted instantly. Your face heating up with a soft blush and your thighs squeezing together as tight as they could. You nodded in response afraid to turn your head and look at him so you kept your eyes on your lap.

“Use your words, my darling.” He said as his long fingers caressed your cheek and slowly turned your head so he could look you in the eyes. “Yes, I remember.” On the opposite side of you Felix was brushing your hair away from your neck so he could place chased kisses along your heated skin. His soft lips just on the nape of your neck made you shiver, little bumps scattering about on your legs and arms. Hyunjin looked at you, holding your gaze with his own intense stare, “Will you allow me to be in control again?” His lips softly pecking the corner of your mouth.

“Yes, I’m okay with that.” Your voice sounded breathy.. as if you had just ran a marathon. With your simple words of clarification Hyunjin sat back and have his first command. “Felix, kiss her.” It was a very simple command but it made your body up with anticipation and nerves. Felix didn’t hesitate. With soft fingers beneath your chin he made you look at him. His gaze on you was soft and loving but there was also a hunger in those eyes of his. He moved in pressing his lips to yours, his tongue slowly swiping across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You gave him what he wanted, parting your lips so he could taste you.

You two kisses for a while, at first it was soft and sweet, even a little hesitant on your end. Then it deepened and Felix’s hands were all over you. Touching every curve you had and squeezing the fleshy parts of you. It was a soft he couldn’t get enough of you. You sucked on his lower lip getting a deep guttural moan from him. Her panties were soaked just at that sound alone.

As you two ravished one another you felt a slow yet firm touch on your hips. Larger hands the Felix had, they gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled up until you had to separate from Felix. Now you sat there in your shorts and bra, your cleavage heaving up and down from the exertion of ferociously kissing Felix for minutes on end. “That was a sight, who knew you two wanted it so bad.” Hyunjins tone was curious and almost a little cocky. “Y/n let Felix undress you.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and looked over at Felix who was taking his own shirt off. His toned body was a sight to behold and you noticed Hyunjin eyeing him too. “Can I?” Felix asked softly, he was still trying to be respectful when he obviously didn’t have to be. “You can do whatever you want with me.” The words fell from your mouth without thinking and you made no move when Hyunjin began to kiss along your bare shoulder.

That’s all the go ahead Felix needed. Where Hyunjins hands were firm and precise, know exactly his next move, Felix was a bit more rushed, needy but you loved it. He pulled you up by your hand and slid your shorts down kissing a soft trail down your stomach and over your panty clad pussy, making you close your eyes for a moment. He then removed your bra, pressing those same soft kisses between your breast. His eyes taking them in, almost as if he was committing your body to memory. Your panties were next and your arousal coated the inside liner of them. Your cheeks flushed hot when you noticed.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Hyunjin asked Felix as he stood to stand beside him. You could see a slight bulge through both of their jeans. They were hard for you and just like before you wanted them both. “Lay her down and do you as you please.” Hyunjin walked over to a chair just left of the couch where he would have a good view of everything. Felix took both your hands and brought you back over to the couch, “lay down babe, and spread wide for me. Let me see all of you.” Felix spoke between kisses to your neck and jaw. You did exactly as he said and laid down.

You spread your thighs just enough for him to see your slick folds. Felix ran his tongue over his bottom lip, “Fuck, you’re making my mouth water.” He then began to trail those same chased kisses up your leg but the closer he got to your inter thighs the more he began to suck on your soft skin, using his teeth and tongue more. Your eyes darted over to Hyunjin who had his eyes locked on your hot center. His hand slowly rubbing himself through his jeans.

Just then you felt Felix run his tongue agonizingly slow through your wet folds, tasting your center. It made you gasp sharply at the sudden contact, your back arching a little. Hyunjins eyes met yours and his hand moved to unbutton and unzip his pants. You watched as he pulled his hardening cock out. His long fingers wrapping around the long shaft.

Felix began to suck gently on your swollen clot. His finger slipping into you easily then another. You arched your back more, closing your eyes and moaning softly, “that feels so good, Felix.” The gorgeous man resting between your thighs began to flick his tongue slowly around your little bud. Teasing you, making your hips writhe with pleasure. He could tell you were shading that high with how your fingers gripped his long blond hair, tugging him closer to you.

“What did I say, you can only say my name.” Hyunjins voice was breathy and a little strained as he fisted himself, pumping slowly with what seemed to be in time with Felix’s tongue strokes. Felix picked up the lace as you whimpered for more. “Please.. faster. I need more..” you were begging him but kept your eyes on Hyunjin. The sight of him making your orgasm a bit easier to reach even though Felix wouldn’t let you have it.

Felix felt so good between your thighs, that slow burn starting in your lower stomach. You could feel it. That release was so close but, Felix refused to allow you to get there. Moaned in frustration, your hips rolling quickly trying to press yourself harder on his tongue. “Don’t dare cum, darling.” Hyunjin voiced from across the room. “Not yet.” His dark eyes raked over your body before stopping on the spot where Felix’s mouth was suctioned to your cunt.

“Please, let me cum..” you begged, tears burning your eyes. You were so frustrated you could cry. You needed that release so bad. Just as you were about to reach that heavenly release Felix pulled away. The loss of his heated mouth on you was enough to cause the tears to spill from your eyes. You slid your hands to your center, wanting to get that orgasm anyway you could but Felix gripped your wrists and held them down by your head. His bare chest pressed against your own. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself, gorgeous. Only I get that privilege tonight.” His lips were shiny with your arousel as he leaned down and kissed you deeply.

You don’t know when Felix took his pants off but he was now naked and you could feel his thick cock slide between your folds, coating himself in your wetness. The pressure of his hips on yours and his cock against your clit made you whimper against his lips. When Felix pulled back he brought his attention to your hardened nipples. His pink tongue flicked over your nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth. Your eyes finding Hyunjin when you heard him let out a soft moan. Felix ground his erection into you even more as he sucked and nipped at your other breast. “Say my name, love.. let me hear you.” Hyunjins eyes burned into yours while Felix worked your body.

“Hyunjin..” you said softly, taking shallow breaths, “please.. fuck me.. make me cum..” your cheeks were now wet with your tears, your pussy ached with need. Felix finally let go of your wrists and he sat back on his thighs. You watched him get a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans that were on the floor next to the couch. “I’m the only one that gets to fuck you raw.” You heard Hyunjin say in an almost sinister tone.

At this point you didn’t care, you needed one or both of them inside of you. While you were distracted by Hyunjins deep eyes Felix had successfully rolled the condom on and he was lining his member up to slide into you. Felix gave Hyunjin a look over his shoulder, as if he was asking Hyunjin for permission. The beautiful dark haired man leaned back in that chair with his pulsating cock in his large hand and gave Felix a slight nod.

That was all Felix needed, he slid himself into you. Stretching you quickly, he didn’t give you time to adjust. The sweet, slow Felix was gone in this moment. He began to fuck you hard. He took your wrists again holding you down as he hit a fast pace and found his rhythm. You cried out in relief at the few of him, filling you up. The room was filled with the sounds of all three of your moans and whimpers. You kept your eyes on Hyunjin as his hand moved over his cock faster and faster. “Hyunjin.. fuck..” you repeated his name which seemed to make him even more feral. You could tell he wanted to fuck you but he also found just as much pleasure in watching your fucked our body writhe beneath Felix.

Felix’s grip tightened around your wrists and you knew he was ready to cum. “Y/n you feel so fucking food.” His deep moans were exquisite to hear, making your orgasm crest, just at the brink of breaking over you. “Y/n! Fuck baby.. cum with me..” you heard Hyunjins needy whimpers and that’s all it took for your orgasm to take you. You called out Hyunjins name cumming simultaneously with Felix and Hyunjin. You could feel Felix’s cock twice and tighten inside of you but your eyes watched as Hyunjins pink tip began to spurt out his hot milky liquid. The look on his face was beautiful. Full pink lips parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his lazy sated stare on you.

Felix leaned down and kissed your lips softly, then he raised your sore wrists to his lips and kissed them. He was coated in sweat and so were you but you loved the way he was instantly taking care of you. “Come, sweetheart, let’s go clean up.” Felix said as he stood up and pulled the condom off discarding it in the bin in your kitchen. Hyunjin had a mess on himself as well so he followed as you three walked into your bedroom, Felix leading the way to start a shower.

You were not entirely sure but you felt as if something new was beginning.. a bond that you hoped would continue between the three of you.

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mochiwrites · 2 days

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during third life after the battle of the red desert, scar is patching grian up after the battle, the new yellow life has been particularly silent, just kind of staring at scar, who feels alittle flustered under his gaze, the intensity he’s used to, but there’s someone more.. he doesn’t know how to describe it. so he averts his eyes, puts on his most charming smile, and turns grian around, looking at the arrow wound that is scarred over, applying some gel to the raised scar tissue, hoping to soothe it slightly. the scar represents a vow ended. will grian leave tomorrow? what will the future hold. the questions stir in his gut but he lets them fall from his mind like sand falling from his fingers.

no need to think in what mays when he can hold on to what he has now. he traces that wound, fingers feather soft, lets himself mourn a moment, before finishing checking him over for any other wounds. grian wets his lips, dry from the heated air, even at night, he utters his first words of the night “kiss it better” escapes before he can catch his tongue. scar pauses, stock still, hands feeling too large all of a sudden, “sorry?” “kiss it better, so it’ll heal” grian says again, strained by his embarrassment, but holding strong. scar hands slowly caresses grians skin, reverently worshipping the skin given, soft against his rough hands, rough from battle, from building, from time. scar leans in, and places a soft kiss to the skin, moving slowly like grian would run away. could run away. kisses him as though he doesn’t understand that grian spins in orbit of scar, that he’s caught by him, drawn in by every quip, half smile and smooth line, by his gentle sweetness, by his bright faced smiles that light his whole face, by scar.

grian turns to face scar then, and their eyes burn against eachother, held in a intense quiet, scar is about to speak, mouth open, when grian moves into him again, hands placed on his shoulders as he slots their lips together. scar gasps, heart bursting and face heating before they’re kissing. grian pushes, trying to turn it rough, intense, trying to push every word he’s not brave enough to utter, almost bruising in his force. scar leans back slightly, taking grians face in his palm, turning the kiss soft, slow. grian follows, and that’s all they do for a moment. exchange sweet kisses, grians eyes closed tight, afraid to open them, as scar looks on sadly, cherishing every wrinkle and line, the redness of grians cheeks, his quiet gasps between kisses. then grian pulls away, and scar lets him, hand following the action, always following, idly tucking some hair behind grians ear. “i’m staying” is what grian says. “i love you” is what he means, tilting his head to kiss scars hand, gaze not leaving scars eyes. scars gaze softens, a weight in his chest lifted, he leans into grians space, kissing over his face. “i’m staying you too” he smirks, reading between the lines. grian groans softly at that, all dramatics as he rolls his eyes and pretends it doesn’t send his heart racing, layers delicately peeled back and exposed, he lets himself bask in it for once, vulnerable and exposed as it was.

he laces his fingers into scars other hand, and after a few more kisses they lay in bed, grian smushing himself against scar as thought he could become one with scar, one could say clinging, as scar traced little flowers into grians waist absentmindedly. they chat idly about battle plans for some moments, but slowly sleep creeps up on them. scar traces grians figure before he closes his eyes. when he opens his eyes again grian is still a warm weight against him, still there. he breaths relief.

when scar closes his eyes for the last time in this little world of theirs, surrounded by their home, grian is still a warm weight against him, salt raining on his face, “i’ll stay” grian begs into his hair. scars heart clenches, his ribs constrict. he sounds so lost. so sad. he can hardly see but he reaches for his light, pressing into him. scar doesn’t respond. grian sobs openly and loudly, the sound tearing out of him. takes scars hand and kisses it, still warm with fake life.

uhh oops this was supposed to be a prompt

HELP

honestly anon I don't think I need to add anything to this or do it as a prompt. this is perfect as is HDGJFHGJFG

#mochi speaks

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katstvrn · 2 days

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Relief - Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary - Touching leads to something unexpected but not unwanted.

Pairing - Matt Sturniolo x Reader [Established Relationship]

Warnings - Smut! ☆ Rough ☆ Blow job ☆ Use of petnames (Love, Baby) ☆ Swearing ☆ Praise

Word Count - 1,183

A/N - This is basically pure smut so if your uncomfortable DNI! It's also my first post so lmk if I should keep doing these :))

You and Matt had entered a relationship around six months ago, much to everyone's relief. The transition from best friends to lovers was smooth and nothing different from what you were used to, apart from the added kissing and outward affection.

What was new was the constant need to have him. Now that you had stepped foot into your sex life together, you craved him. Everything he did seemed to set you off, and you couldn't stop thinking about the filthy scenarios your mind created.

Today wasn't any different; your mind was still plagued with ways he could touch you and what you could do to leave him a mess under your touch. Would he like it? Would it make him cum? Would he want to do it again?

Seeing Matt in front of you with his legs open and his hand between his thighs as they wrapped up the week's vlog didn't help things. The thing was, Matt wasn't doing anything particularly provocative, but it didn't stop your mind from wandering as he moved his slender fingers across the fabric of his jeans. You wanted to hear him let out a soft gasp at the sudden contact of your hand on his jean-clad crotch. See his mouth parting slightly and his head tipping back, revealing the expanse of skin on his neck - his Adams apple bobbing from the sounds that escaped his lips. To feel him grow hard just at the light touch of your hand over the layers of clothes he was wearing.

The sound of camera equipment being packed away snapped you out of your daydream. You felt the anticipation of being able to finally touch him get more intense as the moments passed. Rocking on the balls of your feet, you waited for Nick and Chris to leave the room - Matt already preoccupied on his phone.

As soon as Nick and Chris finally left, your legs were taking you across the room. You found your place in his lap, your hand taking it's place where his once was. Just as expected, his mouth parted and a soft groan slipped past, his phone long forgotten and abandoned on the couch cushion. You let your hand wander over the growing buldge, applying more pressure so he could feel more of your touch. You look at him for the first time, clocking the blissed out expression on his face - him looking at you with lust filled eyes and a lidded gaze, his mouth moving up and down quiet sounds being let out.

You let your hand move in slow and precise motions over his jeans, his legs opening further as a subconscious response, granting you more access to him. For the first time you heard him speak, his voice sounded rough with pleasure "Fuck..." His groans grew louder as you continued your motions, his hips jerking upwards begging for more contact. As you stared at him, you could see him falling apart under you, bringing your fantasy to life.

Apparently, as much as he was clearly enjoying what was happening, he'd had enough of your teasing. You felt his hand over the top of yours and his fingers wrapping around your wrist, pulling you up and off his lap in one smooth motion. He moved suddenly, standing up making a beeline for the stairs.

He dragged you up the stairs to his room, shutting the door quite forcefully. Your wrist still tightly gripped in his hand, he walked you towards the bed, pushing you to sit on the soft mattress. You watch as his hand leaves your wrist to grab your jaw, pushing your lips together in a pout with the strength of his fingers.

"Do you think you can touch me like that and expect me not to do anything, huh?" He asks, his voice low. His other hand is already at his waist, unbuckling his belt in a swift motion. "Doing that to me whilst my brothers are basically twenty feet away from us.... does that get you off, hm?" He chuckles amusedly, already working on his zipper. "Knowing that at any moment they could walk in and see you touching me so needily" Matt continues to talk to you whilst freeing himself from his underwear, pre-cum already staining the front of his boxers from the sheer need to be touched.

You look up at him from the bed, slightly shocked at the new side of Matt you're getting to see. He moves his hand along himself at a teasing pace. "Now since you wanted me so badly, you're going to suck me off, okay?" He tells you, waiting for a response from you to go ahead. At the nod of your head, he guides himself towards you. The hand on your face moving so he can enter two of his fingers into your mouth to pry your jaw open.

Once he gets your jaw open wide enough, he enters your mouth, letting out a relieved sigh. His hand snakes around the back of your head to grab a fistful of your hair, moving your head backwards and forwards on his length. He let out a shuddering breath as you pressed your tongue on the underside of his dick. "So good for me." He mumbles breathlessly, picking up the pace and meeting your face in the middle by driving his hips forward.

Matt looks down at you with a teasing smirk. "Are you gonna help me or not?" He asks, repeatedly moving. "It was you that wanted me so badly in the first place, right?" At his words, you came out of your trace, hollowing your cheeks around him, coaxing the first moan from him. You began to meet his thrusts, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock to draw more sounds from him. Your hands went upwards to grip his hips to steady his thrusts.

His hold on your hair became tighter as his thrusts became deeper, hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes from the effort and the constant drive of his dick hitting your throat. "You can take it, love," Matt affirms from above you. "Keep going baby I'm so fucking close-" He broke himself off with a loud groan. His thrusts became sloppier, and his moans and whimpers became more frequent as he grew closer and closer to his peak.

Hearing this, you doubled your efforts, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. His breath was laboured, and he was mumbling a string of words together, telling you how good you were making him feel. Abruptly, he pulled you halfway off of his cock, his hips stuttering before he came into your mouth with a deafening groan. His eyes were shut tightly, and his hand brushed through the strands of your hair as he rode out his high. Eventually, he pulled himself out of your mouth and tucked himself back into his boxers. He came to join you on the bed, whispering praises to you as he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Notes: The end got deleted, and I had to write it again, so sorry if it's kinda bad :)

#Spotify #sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #smut #first post #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #fanfiction #first fanfic #nick sturniolo

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inaconstantstateofchange · 1 day

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Bond!AU | Wyll & Ansur [Pt. 2]

Followup to the original post here: Part One

He does not find himself in that clearing every time he dreams — not even most times. In truth, he considers it to be a strange, singular thing, until – months later – he finds himself in the same clearing, by the same still pond. He brightens immediately, the memory of his little friend rushing back to the forefront of his mind, as well as the strange clarity and peace he had awoken with, after that first dream.

He peers over the side of the pool, turning his head to scan across the waters, straining for a glimpse of bronze scale. For long moments, there is nothing, and he begins to settle back, an unaccountable sadness bubbling up within him. A quiet rustling following by a gentle splash nearly startles him into tipping over, and he whips his head around, focusing the limited scope of his vision upon the source of the sound.

A small, spotted salamander rests atop a broad leaf a few handspans from the edge of the pond. The leaf is clearly well into the process of decomposition, and its structure is eaten away in patches. As he watches, it begins to sink slowly toward the bottom of the pond, taking the too-still salamander along with it. The water laps against the salamander’s skin, washing away cool mud and leaving bronze in its place.

Wyll’s eye widens, and he curses, leaping to action. Wary of frightening the little creature further off of its tenuous perch, he attempts to keep his movements as smooth as possible. A test of his resolve indeed, given the tension he feels. He slides his hand into the water, stretching out his arm to reach underneath the leaf, steadying it back to the surface of the water, hoping all the while that his little friend will be wise enough not to jump away.

When the leaf is once more level with the lapping water around it, Wyll pauses, a bit at a loss. The salamander has not moved away — but it hasn’t moved at all, staring at him with a wide, black eye. Wyll swallows, a fine tremble starting up in his arm.

He cracks an abashed grin at the little creature. “You know, I hadn’t really considered what would come after the dashing rescue. Thoughts?”

The salamander blinks, once, then – while Wyll is still cycling through options in his mind, searching for the one with the least chance of scaring his flighty little friend – flicks its tail with a tiny splash and turns, scurrying onto his wrist and up his outstretched arm before he can think. Wyll freezes, suddenly afraid to even breathe, as it continues its delicate – and extremely ticklish – journey to his elbow, where it leaps down onto the ground.

It pauses and stares up at him for a moment, and he meets its gaze, still sprawled out inelegantly against the ground, holding the leaf aloft. It blinks, then darts off into the surrounding grass, reappearing in flashes of bronze between the blades until it finally comes to a stop in a hollow below a stone on the other side of the pool, slipping happily into the shallow layer of mud.

Wyll closes his eye, draws a breath, and then clambers back upright, taking care not to damage the leaf, for all that its precious cargo was no longer atop it. He sets the leaf upon the rock behind him to dry in the sun, then leans back against the rock himself, heaving out a rough sigh. He doesn’t say anything further for the remainder of his time there, but cracks his eye open every now and again, just to check on his little companion. Every time, he finds it watching him in return from its alcove.

After his heart has stopped its hammering in his chest, an unfamiliar feeling of ease steals over him, and he allows himself to relax into it. The feeling persists well after waking, even when its origin has faded to a far corner of his mind.

#turns out 'later' meant 'now'#i'm having too much fun with this concept #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 au #wyll ravengard #wyll #ansur #bg3 ansur #bg3 spoilers #bg3 act 3 spoilers #my writing #wyll & ansur

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creativesplat · 9 months

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Smooth/Rough

#I decided to do the smooth/rough prompt as two different styles of picture #one feeling rough the other feeling smooth #you know really old movies like white Christmas? how in the emotional scenes peoples faces are blurred a little?#that was the inspiration #but also I wanted to draw game-model accurate miphlink because it's fun to do that :)#they're awesome and I love them #miphlink #miphlink week #I can't believe it's actually started!#everyone it's miphlinkweek!!! AAAAA #miphlinkweek2023 #creativesplat draws

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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 8 months

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painted my nails. i’m feeling very gender today

#the gender is “bad at painting my nails”#i tried 4 times before i got it right #i am chronically bad at staying between the lines #but i can ignore that #what i can’t ignore is accidentally touching things and making the paint rough #it saddens me #so then i have to take it all off and start again. four times even #but now they’re all smooth and glittery #now all i have to do is try to resist the urge to paint with my acrylics #i can never get paint off of nail polish but every time i paint my nails the acrylics call to me #but then i’d have to start all over again #*sigh* my life is so difficult /j #in other news i got my exam score back from my psychopathology class and i missed 3 out of 40 questions #i should’ve studied then i would’ve gotten 100%#actually i don’t really care i’m feeling like slacking atm #i’m a professional slacker. the best really #i show up to every class and i write every essay at least one page longer than the max limit #but i’m the slackeriest of us all because i’m only using 2% of my power #they’ll never find out because i am skilled at pretending to pay attention and i still get good grades #once i had a class where attendance wasn’t necessary so i skipped every day but exam days and passed with an A #my favorite kind of class #the only thing i use 100% of my power for is psychologically messing with people #and painting my nails #i still fail at that though #though i think it’s more of a skill issue than anything else

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sysig · 1 month

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#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #Crackship #Teisel #Meme #I am on a roll with these lol #I knew adding Teisel to my list was only a matter of time #I am a weakwilled individual with one fatal flaw #Anyway (lol)#ZEX really has his work cut out for him with Teisel haha - it's very fortunate he's so determined and enjoys a challenge 'cause otherwise!#Teisel is hard to pin down - I mean Other Than That lol - he's an interesting guy :0 #Rough around the edges and a family man ♪ And if I get to draw long hair and big muscles then all the better hehe #And he has a cute nose! He has the bridge of the nose thing that I like so much!! Yes!!#As for the rest of him - hm! I've only had passing thoughts up to this point and getting into his head is...Something lol #It's well done to be certain it definitely Makes Me Feel it's just hard to ascribe a name to that Feeling just yet #Needs a bit more time to tumble smooth I suppose lol #One thing I know I like because it makes me sad - lol - is ZEX projecting some of his feelings about DAX onto Teisel - unexpected!#It's extremely interesting how despite his deep abiding love and fascination with Otherness he's gotten increasingly homesick #Finding things charming about humans that remind him of VUX! You can tell he's a bit desperate for the familiar :'0 #So isolated from even himself ah 💔 Hang in there ZEX!#At least he has some fun distractions hehe ♪ New things to learn and consider! Teisel keeps throwing him curveballs!#Both of them circling each other like ''? Isn't it your turn?'' lol #They both come off as aggressive in their own way and then swing-and-a-miss lol #And then there's how Teisel frames him as far as age goes - or really how everyone does pffft #It is So funny to me every time anyone refer to ZEX as ''old'' now that his age has been more or less established - at least pointed at #The fact that he might not even be in his human-equivalent 50s what is this who this lol he's not old! And Max /definitely/ isn't haha #He is the slightest itty-bittiest willowiest little twink y'ever did see pfft #I have been waiting to use that meme template for someone for ages I am so glad that I finally got the chance ♪

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slippery-minghus · 6 months

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*sighs* made it home ok and now have a purring lump on my lap. i took a panic pill as soon as i got home and i think it's helping. after how stressful work was and then electrolysis, i'm feeling post-meltdown exhaustion. i got a little food in me but i'm just so tired. i really hope tomorrow's a better day.

#trying to keep everything in perspective.#and i think i need to talk with my coworker. she's sweet and she means well but has absolutely zero emotional boundaries #i know waaay too much about her life #and i get she's going through a lot and doesn't have much support but work's not where you find that #and like. we're all going through shit. and right now the thing i'm Going Through is dealing with *her*#the emotional volatility is honestly more stressful than working this job solo #and it's been two months and i still can't feel like i can trust her with more than the basics #and even then - anything nuanced on the absolute basic goes over her head (but she won't tolerate other people's mistakes lol)#she's older than me but just really immature and it's so frustrating #i feel like i'm babysitting not training #and i don't know how to address this #i don't want her job to be in jeopardy but like damn. she's not making it easy #i hate to do it... but maybe i should start documenting shit #like i know she didn't mean it and she was having yet another rough day but she snapped at me last week bc she misunderstood me #and that really wasn't cool #she apologized but like.... bruh #tomorrow's my one year anniversary at this job and i've honestly never felt like i really fit #my last job... even though my workload was insane and the higher-ups bullshit was a nightmare... i felt at ease there #my team fit together as a smooth and cohesive unit #and this team.... we're like pieces from a dozen different puzzles that happen to just sorta line up with each other. well enough #but the pictures don't match and the fit isn't smooth. we all get along but we aren't a cohesive team #each piece is too independent of the other parts #vs at my old clinic... we'd have a weekly meeting across all disciplines plus the front desk #i dunno #there's supposed to be this position opening up soon that i'm liked for #dunno how many other people are tapped for it #but if i get it- it will at least be a change of pace and scenery #i knew getting this job i didn't want to do front desking for much longer. and now we're another year into that #and i'm just. so tired.#personal

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slttygeto · 5 months

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tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.

word count: 1k

sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and it’s easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.

however, when the two of you are…excessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the sounds—the sounds should embarrass both of you.

suguru doesn’t consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right now—his mouth won’t stop.

“yeah baby, yeaaah,” his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but it’s all hazy.

“suguru!” you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.

“keep em open for me, fuck—don’t run away from it, I know you want it.”

your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguru’s forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.

“yeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, don’t ya think?”

as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you should’ve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.

the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts up—you realize that he set the level higher.

the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove something—he towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.

“look at me, come on baby look up—theere she is,” he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. “feels good, huh? should’ve done this sooner,” he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.

when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you can’t talk, you don’t trust yourself with words now—but suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.

“oh here?”

“fuck! fuck fuck fuck—“ you choke out a sob. “suguru—oh baby, I’m close, I’m so so close,” you’re blabbering, barely breathing and suguru’s self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, he’s been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto him—suguru needed to cum inside you.

“yeah you are,” he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. “come on, I know you can cum for me,” he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.

when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you don’t have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguru’s shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.

his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.

“fuck baby—“

“mmm sugu,” you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. “cum baby, please,” your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “fill me up, I want all of it,”

when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.

running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguru’s body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skin— and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.

“ya liked the vibrator?” he mumbles against your skin.

“oh fuck—“ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. “I…came messy,” the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying “squirt” makes suguru laugh into your neck.

“you mean you squirted?”

“not the point!”

note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.

2023: all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

#moon's works #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto suguru smut #geto smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk geto #jjk geto suguru #jujutus kaisen smut #geto drabble #geto suguru imagine #suguru geto #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

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coconutdays · 6 months

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going crazy

s. your boyfriend, handsome and secure suguru geto, doesn't get jealous

w.c. 4.8k

w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut!

a/n: based on my seat taker biker!geto au! also I feel this does not live up to seat taker! but I tried my best! so I hope you can still enjoy! likes reblogs and comments r always appreciated to know y’all liked it!!!

your boyfriend does not have a single jealous bone in his body. it’s convenient you suppose?

you’ve heard nightmares of insecure men who have to know where there girlfriends are every second of every hour, the direction they’re even going to utter a breath in. the occasional story of a girl who can’t speak to any men whatsoever because her boyfriend will berate her for doing so.

although you do always keep suguru in the loop about what you’re doing and don’t really talk to guys because at the end of the day, more often than not, they always do not plan on just being your friend, he never expected those things out of you. It was a silent form of showing your respect for him. and he did the same out of instinct too, first too.

but aside from that, he doesn’t show any jealousy.

there was a time he even tried to set you up with toji zenin when he was still crushing on you.

your boyfriend is a little peculiar, you’re very well aware of that, but you find his confidence in himself sexy. because you couldn’t look anywhere else if you wanted to. he was handsome, his face chiseled so prettily it was painful. his smooth voice that always had you reeling to get him to talk more. and his spine tattoo that always made you blush at the sight of it befriending your scratch marks after a particularly rough night,

so you don’t care about the way you dress, because he won’t control what you wear. in fact, it’s one of the things you both love about each other, a recent discovery now that you’ve been dating for a month. suguru is an avid fan of the way you dress, relishing in what new outfit he’ll see you in whenever he sees you that day, and if not possible, asking for a picture. and you love how he loves it. appreciating the fact that he loves when you wear booby shirts to campus or dates with him or particularly tight jeans that attract eyes aside from his, but are worn for the sole purpose of serving cunt–and riling your boyfriend up.

it all comes together to why you wear the dress you do tonight to go clubbing with him and some friends. it’s honestly the hottest thing suguru will have seen you in so far. yes, your previous halloween costumes were something alright, but this…was different. halloween was like a month ago and the outfits for those events were meant to be slutty, purely slutty. this look was meticulously planned by you the moment you ordered the dress online. the sheer dress and its sparkles had been running across your mind that entire week of shipping with the perfect sultry way you planned to do your hair and makeup.

you

hey can we carpool later tonight, my dress isnt motorcycle proof :/

suguru

sure princess. can i get a peek?

you

don’t feel like it hehe wait for it sugu <3

suguru

tease

any other time, he would’ve more than likely have gotten his peek at your outfit, you are weak to his demands naturally, but this was something he genuinely would have to wait for. pictures would not do you justice and you wanted to catch your boyfriends raw reaction when he saw the look for the first time .

and you were right.

when he went up to your apartment to pick you up and you opened the door, the reaction was worth the wait. the constant warmth your boyfriend’s gaze always held fell the moment his eyes landed on you and took a moment to breathe you in.

you saw his pupils dart to your cleavage first, staring for a hard second, then to the tightness against your waist and hips bringing attention to your figure. the small quirk of his eyebrow seconds within that let you know he spotted the thong hugging your body under the sheer dress. he did a once over of your legs, looking at what shoes you were wearing, before he brought his eyes up to look at your face again.

he doesn’t say anything, instantly moving forward and getting rid of the space between the both of you to take your head in his hands and plant his lips on yours. you press a hand against his chest when you feel him swipe his tongue across the top of your mouth so hungrily.

“you’re going to kiss off my lipgloss sugu.” you giggle, heaving a little as you press your forehead against his, blinking up happily at him.

his stare is firm as his blown up pupils stare back into you, “sorry pretty girl, couldn’t help myself.”

“and why’s that hm?” you bite your lip through your smile, eagerly waiting for his answer, still forehead to forehead with him, his hands still holding you in place.

his hair is in that half up half down duo you go so feral for, you realize this detail when he says, “you know why.”

“no I don’t,” you drag on, a teasing lilt in your voice

“because,” he drags one of his hands down to caress your neck softly with his thumb, you can see a slight crease in his eyelids at your playfulness, “my girlfriend is trying to get away with first degree murder right now.”

“you like the dress?” you give him a toothy smile and you can slightly catch his gaze turn hungry at the sight of it

suguru suddenly raises you up by clasping his arms behind you, below your butt and on your thigh, so you’re above him when he looks at you lovingly, “like is an understatement.”

“well i like your hair today,” you compliment him, still giggly

“yeah?” he smiles, “i’m glad.”

it’s your first time ever going to the club with suguru, so there’s some sort of powerful feeling lingering when you enter the loud building holding hands with him. you’re going in belonging to someone and so is he, as opposed to other people going in and hoping to catch a body tonight or at least a good grind on the dancefloor–satoru cough cough.

the white haired maniac’s influence gets all of you a vip table with liquor already waiting for you and when you get there, suguru sits and plants you on his lap, arms loosely wrapped around your waist.

It’s when you look forward, you see toji zenin give you a quick once over from where he’s seated near satoru. and you ignore it, you always do. he’s never made an advance on you ever since you and suguru became a thing, he’s respectful of the relationship, but his eyes can never lie, he’s into you. it’s why you’ve never uttered a word to him and why he doesn’t either. and you can’t really blame him if the purpose of tonight's look was to turn all heads, not just your boyfriend’s.

“you smell good baby,” suguru mutters into your ear as he brushes a hair away from your face, “are you using the perfume i got you?”

you wrap your arms around his shoulders when you respond with a nod of your head and, “yeah. I finally ran out of my old one.”

“good girl.” he smiles appreciatively before placing a tender kiss on your neck

the softness of it makes you giggle a little and crane your neck a little, suguru pinches your side to tease you for it.

it’s when a certain lullaby of a song comes on that your ears perk up and your boyfriend observes the reaction, looking up at you and rubbing circles into your waist, “what’s up baby?”

within an instant all the girls at your table begin to get up and rush to the dance floor and you turn to suguru, already starting to unwrap his arms from your waist.

“i have to go dance this babe,” you say hurriedly, like a little kid leaving their mom the moment they see the bouncy castle go up.

suguru can say nothing before he watches you run off to join the other girls on the dance floor, eyebrows raised in amusement at your antics then in reaction to your immediate inclination to start dancing.

you look pretty, he thinks as he reaches over to serve himself a glass of whiskey.

and he continues to think it as he ‘talks’ to his friends, nodding and giving small mhms when all he’s really doing is watching you live it up at the center of the club.

you’re ethereal, the only star in that murky puddle of bodies. maybe your dress is part of the reason for all that shine and glow you’re giving off, but nothing beats the pretty little smile on your face that says you’re having a good time. it’s turning him on to be honest. he always wants to shove himself inside of you when you bear that toothy smile at him.

and other people think the same, he notes.

he’s always seen the stares, he knows you’re a sight to behold. there hasn’t been a day where he isn’t aware that so many other people want you. he knew it when you were merely the smart, hot girl he had a crush on his lit class, with so many other guys obviously paying a little more attention when it was your turn to speak, and he knows it even more now with your male following on social media and the way he constantly gets sized up just for being next to you. for fuck's sake he's heard toji zenin talk about how bad you are before he knew about your thing with suguru at the halloween party, hell, he still catches the frat president unable to control the way his eyes eat you up when you're near.

“done already?” satoru asks haughtily when he sees all of the girls that went to dance come back heaving a little

it’s been an hour since they all left at the start of that first song.

“y/n’s still there though,” one of them breathes, taking satoru’s drink from him, “she does not stop.”

“yeah, she doesn’t,” suguru laughs a little, looking back at you, still as energetic as when you first got there.

fuck, you're beautiful.

speaking of before,

he’s painfully more aware of it when he notices the number of eyes gravitating towards you from the dancefloor, tables, and the bar.

it’s like a bunny in a room full of wolves. or those scenes where scooby and shaggy are in a dark room and a thousand red eyes pop up to blink at them. the eyes to you ratio is beginning to get a little mind boggling now that he sees it in a real life setting. this is not the handful of guys checking you out when you go to the library with him or the nth guy staring at you when you walk past with your boyfriend next to you. this is a huge club with you in the middle and catching the eye of almost every guy in here, most of whom come to this place with plans of taking a girl home or putting moves on her.

the thought manifests itself when a blonde frat bro walks up to you and tries to dance with you. suguru’s heart stops a little for some reason. he’s seen guys come up to you before, actually talking to you and trying to get your number, so he shouldn’t feel this irked when he knows the guy is going to be disappointed by your answer. he actually wants to go up to the guy and beat his face in.

the surge of pride that courses through his body is immense when he sees you put a hand between you and the guy and you make an annoyed face, all before strutting off and making your way back to the table.

he manspreads a little more for you to sit between his legs, draping one arm on your thigh, the other holding onto his whiskey.

“a guy tried to dance with me,” you huff when you sit down, reaching for suguru’s drink, which he hands over without a second thought, now using the other free hand to fully hug you.

“I saw,” he says, perching his chin your shoulder, watching as you take a sip of the whiskey and cradle the cup in your hands.

“dance with me,” you turn to look at him and pout, “i don’t want guys coming up to me.”

“but you look so good rejecting them.” suguru teases, smirking a little at you

when your face deapans, he laughs and hugs you tighter, “we’ll go in a bit. rest your pretty feet for a second, don’t want them to tire out.”

“okay,” you slump into his hold, pouting

and suguru did keep his promise, like always. he took you dancing after a few minutes of rest and letting you drink the rest of his whiskey.

he protected you from any other guys trying to come up to you, evident in the way no guys even dared get close from a ten feet radius.

he kept you close and let you dance with him, hands appreciatively holding onto you when you pressed your body against his. it was much different to the dancing from that first time at satoru’s party, he was really holding onto you this time. his hands always found your ass, your hips, even the underside of your boobs during every second of every song.

and suguru isn’t a jealous guy, so it was a little weird to you when you saw him notice a guy oogling you and he immediately pulled you in to makeout with him on the dancefloor. it was unlike any other makeout session you had ever had with him before. he was gripping your ass while his other hand held your neck, that wasn’t new, he always did that, but his energy about it was so…all consuming.

all you know, is that instantly had you horny and you couldn’t help the mewl you let out after he squeezed you in his hold.

“let’s go,” he spoke a bit tensely into your ear so you could hear him past the music.

and you were never one to go against him because everything suguru did always made sense and worked for you, so you nodded mindlessly and said, “okay.”

when you got to suguru’s apartment, he immediately pushed you against the door and resumed the makeout session he had started at the club. one of his hands was planted against the door while the other roughly gripped your waist to keep you close to him.

“If you ever see toji, i want you to run the other direction,” he spoke ominously against your lips

the command had you furrowing your eyebrows, you mean of course yes you'd do that, but you never would’ve thought he’d ask it from you. he never really cared to address your actions when it came towards other guys. suguru wasn’t ever jealous…nonetheless, you agree meekly, taken aback by his roughness, “okay.”

all your boyfriend did in response was let out a gruff sound of acknowledgement before pressing his body further against yours and beginning to tug your dress off. he started by pushing down the straps, then pushing the upper half down, including your strapless bra until your tits popped out.

he pushed both of them together the moment they peeked out and then let a glob of spit drop down onto one of your nipples rather obscenely before he went down to mouth at that same breast. it had you keening, you could feel your thong becoming nonexistent with the way you were starting to drench through it.

a bite from suguru had you squeaking before he continued his ministrations on your other breast while his hands worked on pushing the rest of your dress all the way down, even your thong since it caught onto the tight material of the dress.

you were left completely naked in front of him now and he manhandled you by suddenly picking you up and pinning you against the wall next to the door. he let one hand hold one of your legs to his waist, while the other went under and quickly swiped a finger across your folds with ease due to the wetness

“so easy baby,” he muttered against your lips before plunging a finger all the way in and curving it upwards

“you’re being mean,” you complain, feeling completely flustered at his brash actions

“what’s so mean about making you feel good hm?” he leans back to get a good look at you when he plunges another finger in and starts to push them in and out quickly, watching as your eyebrows knit and you start to mewl, “atta girl.”

“nothing,” you mumble, brainless as you wrap your arms around his neck and hook him in closer with your legs, “ow!”

he started adding a third finger when he felt like you were starting to open up more, however your small complaint started dying into a moan when he increased his pace with the third finger.

“that’s a lot sugu,” you heave through delirious breaths, flustered at the fact that he was staring so intensely at how you were sucking him in

your comment had him finally looking up at you and you dont know if you’d rather he go back to staring at your pussy, because he was giving that same intense stare to you now. the all heavy pressure of his gaze was entirely being directed at your own eyes now, and how could you meet that same gaze equally when he was three fingers into you and making you moan like a slut.

suguru might have granted you a quick mercy when he leaned against you, quickening the pace of his fingers so you could get louder, and breathed into your ear, muttering lowly, “my cock’s a lot more than three fingers but you always cream all over it.”

the dirty sentence has you pulling suguru closer to you, and trying to trap him where he was so you wouldn’t have to look at him in the flustered state he put you in. but your boyfriend didn’t have it, forcing himself out of your grip, and craning his neck back to go back to looking at you.

he pulled out all three of fingers just to land a sharp slap across your pussy before plunging all of them into you again, “let me watch you baby. be good for me, okay?”

he honestly expects you to be able to answer him when three of his very large fingers are stretching you wide open and curling on that one spot that always has you crumbling, you know he expects you to because he turns his head a little when you don’t answer and lands another slap before going back to fingering you.

“speak up princess,” he orders so easily and so sweetly, like he’s not torturing your body right now

and you do your best to force the words out of you, legs quivering and resisting the urge to writhe in his grasp when you gasp, “ok–okay.”

“good girl,” he almost groans with a snarl as he suddenly stops fingering you open and hoists you over his shoulder, a squeal leaves your mouth at the action.

he’s walking you both to his bedroom, you notice from the path of his hallway made out from your view, and the realization doesn’t last long before suguru brings you down again, then pushes you down and bends you over his bed. he lands a slap to your ass and you can makeout the rustle of him getting naked when he says softly, “grab the pillows and put them under your stomach angel.”

and you listen, reaching easily for both of his large and fluffy pillows, and putting them under your abdomen.

you feel suguru’s heavy length press against your ass and bare pussy when he presses up against you, gripping onto the crease between your thighs and ass, and starts mouthing hot and heavy kisses across your spine. you whine a complaint at the fact that you feel so good, but you know you could feel so much better if he just put it in already.

“what?” suguru notices the pitch that you always make when you’re complaining, continuing his line of affection down your spine

“put it in,” you pout, wiggling your ass for emphasis and hissing a little when you feel his cock graze your lips at the action

suguru gives a last kiss to the bottom of your spine before coming back up and grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing your head up so he could look at you, “how bad do you want it?”

“really bad sugu.” you mewl, feeling gratification from the sting of his hold on you

“you want me to fill up your little hole? even when we both know you’re gonna start crying that it’s beating your pussy up, yeah?” he questions cruelly

“mhm,” you nod pathetically, “even if i do.”

his lips twitch a little at your admission and he yanks on your hair a little harder when he lands a sloppy kiss on your lips that has a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths when he pulls away.

he stands back up and lands another stinging slap across your ass, groaning, “my pretty fuckin ass.”

as if he couldn’t get any dirtier, suguru then grabs either of your cheeks and spreads them apart to get a good view of your sex, the sudden exposure of which makes you feel even wetter. that last fact seems of no use to suguru when you feel a large glob of spit land and run down your hole.

you suck in breath when you feel suguru start to rub his tip across your folds.

“sloppy little pussy,” he mutters before pressing into you. and you both groan when he starts to inch himself in even further.

the moan you let out when he completely pulled out and slammed back in was sinful and the noises that followed when he started doing that again and again at a faster pace without mercy had you outright screaming.

you felt like you were constantly breathless, constantly trying to breathe. he hadn’t ever been this hard on you before.

and you thought you knew what hard was from him before.

“i know, i know,” he whispered against your neck when he pressed himself down against you and started jackhammering even closer to your cervix, so on point with your gspot too that you felt your orgasm starting to build up

a particular gutteral squeal from you had him breathing a “so cute” while he never relented his brutish force against you

“sugu–sugu,” you reached around for one of his arms, heaving, grabbing onto it while he violently moved the both of you, “i’m gonna–mmm–i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum!”

the confession had suguru suddenly changing positions, hooking his arms up and under your armpits to pull you up to stand flush against his body while he slammed up against you ferociously. it unexpectedly had your high crashing against you after a graze of your gspot.

“that’s it baby, that’s it.” suguru consoled when he felt you twitch in his hold and your juices dripping all over his abdomen and cock, “such a good fucking girl.”

all you wanted to do was fall down and rest, but the most you could muster was letting your body go limp in your boyfriend’s unrelenting hold, letting him use you as he pleased.

“ ‘s too much sugu,” you whined as the overstimulation started kicking in

It didn’t get him to stop at all.

“remember what you said earlier hm?” he brought up, breathing heavy as he lifted a foot up to plant it against the edge of the bed. it was leverage for the scream worthy pace he started forcing on you now.

tears started to fall down your cheeks at the overstimulation. it was so good, too good. It was all so sinfully good.

you felt your walls start to flutter again at your second nearing orgasm when you sniffled from the tears. and although your boyfriend still evilly abused your pussy, he leaned down and moved your face to the side with one hand so he could be face to face with you.

you thought he was going to kiss you, but instead he started licking your tears off.

it was the catalyst for your orgasm and you thrashed rather hard against suguru, who you could feel suck in a breath at the sporadic clenches of your pussy.

“fuck,” he breathed harshly, pulling you even tighter against him to more easily meet his thrusts and you could feel his cock twitch as a symptom of his incoming orgasm.

that, and he started to speak up filthily.

“Mine–mine–mine–mine.” he reiterated quickly, punctuating each time with a thrust, “fuck ‘s all mine. god can’t get enough of you pretty baby. so fucking slutty and pretty. fuck–fuck–next time i see toji giving you heart eyes im gonna pump my cum inside you so he can see it running down your fucking legs. fuck–you like that baby? what–a–good–good–fucking–girl. tell me you want that baby.”

scrambling for any piece of sanity just to tell your boyfriend what he wants to hear, in hopes of spurring his lust, you moan out weakly, “i want it sugu i want it.”

“yeah? you want him to see me dripping out of your pretty fuckin pussy? god–i fucking–want–it. he’ll never get to fucking know what it’s like to cream this little hole.”

“so–so dirty sugu,” you moan sheepishly at the embarrassing realization that he might just make you cum a third time because of the added spur of his pussy drunk words.

“pussy’s fucking dirty,” snarls back at you, pulling you closer to him, “can feel you clenching around me. know you fucking like it.”

the shut down of his words had you shaking in attraction to his ability to shut you up like no other.

“never–forget–you’re–mine,” he thrusts through, “ ‘s fucking pussy, your ass, your tits, your body, your pretty fucking face, ‘s all mine. you don’t need anybody but me. i’m yours i’m yours i’m yours. ‘s dick ‘s all yours, everything, baby. take it–take it–take it.”

his breathing was starting to get heavier and you could feel his abs start twitching against you, a sign of his orgasm building up just as yours was all over again.

so it surprised you when suguru pulled out and threw you onto the bed, your legs hanging off the edge before he picked them up and slanted them up against his body by hugging them close. “come here, come here,” he quickly let one arm go for a second to guide himself into you again before wrapping it around your legs again. he repositioned the one leg of his back on top of the bed for his leverage and leaned forward a bit to go back to his brutal thrusts.

“wanna see your face when you cum again.” he muttered as he stared at you squealing and moaning lewdly at his ministrations

suguru started kissing and mouthing at your calves while keeping you in a deadlock of eye contact. his cheeks and ears were tinged pink and his hair had fallen out of the half up half down do he had it in earlier.

the worshipping of your legs and eye contact had to have been the last straw for you, because after a certain lick of your skin, you started crashing, feeling yourself let go across the entire lower half of your boyfriend, resisting the urge to cover your face in embarrassment because he recently made it a point that he really really liked seeing your face when you came.

the point was proven when he followed soon after you, thrusting half haphazardly into you as he blew his load inside of you in time with every squeeze of your cunt. it was accompanied by a litter of painful bites across your calves and heavy breathing from your boyfriend. he looked like he came hard, it felt like he did, considering how every spurt of his cum was sharply thrusted into you, making you wince in pain every time his tip kissed your cervix.

both of you were breathing heavily after, especially suguru, his skin covered in a thicker veil of sweat than you, who was simply taking all of that force he was exerting. he was still holding onto your legs, resting his forehead on the bare skin of your foot that wasn’t covered by your heel.

his eyes were closed and he licked his lips, a bit tired, as he spoke, “i think i do get jealous after all, i’m sorry.”

his confession made you slightly clench around him, making him suck a breath in at the sensitivity while you breathlessly giggled, “that’s okay, i never said you couldn’t.”

suguru lazily bit your calf again as a sign of retaliation, "you could sound less excited."

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you."

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say.

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet."

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?"

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose."

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed.

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs.

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden."

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?"

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you.

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both.

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small.

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table.

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach.

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you.

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer.

"And what do you do?" you ask him.

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book."

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while.

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you.

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand.

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile.

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick."

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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : What happens when you almost get caught in the act by your son? Whatever it is, Satoru is unfazed & too pussywhipped to care.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : 18+ (mdni), riding position, mentions of overstimulating, (princess/ baby) used to adress reader, cock-blocking, fem!reader.

“He’s finally asleep.” Satorou huffs out, tiredly, trudging to his respective side of the bed and immediately tossing himself onto the mattress beside you. You can’t help but softly giggle when he does such dramatic things, acting as if your son had tormented him—though your sweet boy would never do such things.

“C’mere.” he murmurs mindlessly to you, reaching out a long arm before you can even process what he’s said and pulling your form flush to his chest.

His sultry tone already tells you what he wants.

“‘Toru…are you sure he’s sleeping?” you mumble under your breath, scooting closer to your lover and placing a hand worryingly to his cheek. Recollections of the last time Satorou’s antics had almost occurred to your toddler catching you both in the act flood your mind, and you want to do everything in your power to keep that from happening again. But, Satoru, on the other hand, doesn’t seem worried about the circumstances.

“I’m sure, baby,” he promises, almost too quickly. Although you’ve always been one to take him for his word, as unethical as that may sound, and you hesitantly nod in response.

Satoru raises an eyebrow for a second, noticing the uncertainty laced within your eyes.

“We don’t have to, y’know.”

“No—I want to.”

You mask your worry with a honeyed smile, and lean into his lips. It’s almost instinct with the way his body moves to close the gap between your lips, his soft ones colliding messily to yours not a second later.

Satoru moans into the kiss, having found pleasure without even entering you yet. His big hands slide down your torso, lifting you effortlessly on top of him in the process, and find purchase on your hips.

“Mhm, ‘d you lock the door?” you whisper into the kiss, opening your eyes only to find a totally blissed-out Satoru. But, he merely hums, continuing to move his lips unfazed and too deep in the kiss to stop.

The dim light your bedroom lamp provides casts onto your lovers face, giving him a warm, loving glow that —though has quite the opposite effect of warm, and loving—causes your cunt to throb.

“Need to be inside you, princess,” he groans, only pulling away to fill his lungs with the breath you’ve stolen from him, pupils blown wide. And when he’s done, without another word, he’s kissing you again.

Soon enough, with the way he’s grinding his already half-hard cock against your clothed pussy, and the manner in which he’s smothering his lips against yours, you forget what you’d earlier asked.

He, in fact, did not lock the door.

“So fucking needy for you,” he murmurs underneath his breath, softly clamping his teeth down on your lower lip as he pulls back. Satoru takes in the sight before him; you, lips rosy, swollen, and agape, on top of him with nothing but some skimpy sleep shorts and a crop top—it’s almost too good of a sight to behold, he thinks.

“Need you too,”

Your hands are quick to find the hem of his grey sweats, tugging his boxers down alongside his pants just enough for his cock to spring up.

The leaky, pink tip releases a droplet of pre-cum, and your eyes watch attentively as it slides down his sturdy, tan base.

With just one touch, Satoru’s already thrusting up into your hands. “S-shit, don’t do this t’me. Just put it in.” he breaths, azure, blue eyes boring into yours with a stare like never before. It’s compelling in a way, and you find yourself sliding your shorts and panties aside as you position yourself over his shaft.

Rough hands smoothing over your ass, he pushes you down onto the head.

You moan deliciously, your palms flat against his chest once he's fully in. And as much as you'd love to tell him how good this all feels, how he's so deep and snug inside you, all that comes out is a choked cry of his name.

"Shh, y'don't have to say anything, I know it feels good," he hums, wearing a smug grin on his face—knowing he's the one that's got you a babbling mess—cocky as ever. "Just keep riding—fuck, just like that."

You're soon bouncing on his cock, a stream of fat tears rolling down your cheeks, and throat too sore to do anything but whimper.

"Satoru, baby.." you whine, throwing your head back in utter bliss.

"Yeah, princess?"

"You're so deep..."

And Satoru's never felt compelled to outdo himself more than he does now, the thoughts of overstimulating you swarming his head more than he'd like to admit. He groans at your words, and only wants to push himself deeper—deeper until you're crying out his name.

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru...

...But, you're whispering.

"Satoru!" you whisper-shout, finally snapping the frenzied man out of his trance. Both your heads whip to the door, and a panicked-silence falls over the bedroom.

Your heart races as you hear the pitter-patter of small feet stop right in front of the bedroom. “Mama?” your toddler calls out, thankfully knocking on the door before he lets himself in. You’re more than glad he didn’t take after his father when it came to manners.

“I’ll be right there, sweetie!…don’t come in, ok?” And you’re making quick work of tying your silk robe around yourself, though, not much to your surprise, Satoru simply covers himself and watches things unfold.

“Ok..” you cringe at the confusion laced within his cute voice, making your way to the door. “I need to go the bathroom, hurry, mama.”

Your eyebrows bunch together. “You used to go to the bathroom all by yourself, honey, what happened?”

“Papa told me the boogeymen would come get me if i went alone.”

You shoot a deadly clear at Satoru, who happens to be coincidentally ‘sleeping’ at the moment.

But the moment you arrive back, having tucked your son into bed properly this time, he’s awake.

“Baby, I can explain.”

Could he really, though?

Your eyes roll in annoyance, and you get into bed with your robe on, giving him the hint that what had taken place before would not continue.

You face away from him, reveling in the way he’s straight after you, a hand already on your hip.

“So…can we?” he trails off as his hand snakes down, and you feel as if you can see the pout on his face when you push him away.

“No more pussy for you, boogeyman.”

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