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‘ IT'S A MATCH: LAST FRIDAY NIGHT ! ,

profile. girl, matching with your best friend on tinder is pretty awkward. hooking up with him, even more awkward. wanna know what’s even worse though? saying that word—i love you.

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warnings. fem! reader, modern au, humor, size kink, mutual pining, loser boy gojo, unprotected, cheesy pick up lines, praise, touch starved satoru, cunnìlingus, overstim, créampie, i felt silly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

an. old old draft ;') based on the song last friday night. damn!

“mannn i’m so cooked,” gojo murmurs to himself, pacing back and forth. he’s dragging his feet against the silkened strands of the carpet before a soft pout spreads across his lips. “she left me on delivered for seven minutes…… seven.”

to be fair, in actuality you did. only because you were occupied with doing your hair. gojo being gojo was freaking out, thinking you were probably uninterested. albeit, once you finally did reply, his heart nearly fell out of his chest.

‘how does 7 pm sound?’

‘soid@:$:@) good’

‘um what?’

gojo mentally smacks his forehead, stupidly mashing on his keyboard, barely even letting a second go by once you responded. he was way too eager, he intakes a sharp breath before smiling — replying with a cheesy thumbs up.

he had the dumbest grin plastered on his face. after his best friend, you, advising him to give dating apps a try, he actually does. gojo matched with a lot of women not even minutes after installing the app onto his phone. how coincidental that the main person who caught his attention was you, the both of you matched and he made sure to text you first.

who knew though. that you’d be matching with the one and only satoru gojo. definitely not you, and of course, not him.

despite what everyone said, gojo was a bit of a womanizer, sure. but he was also a huge hopeless romantic.

he started fooling around on dating sites . . not looking for love necessarily but mainly to pass time. you mentioned it to him and he decided to give it a try.

pretty soon, time flew by quick. with a quick snap, it was just about to hit six o’clock pm.

gojo threw on grey sweats and ruffled up his hair a bit. he couldn’t lie to himself, first date and he felt a bit nervous. who was he kidding though, you told him to come to your apartment.

probably wouldn’t end up being a date, but still.

he read through your bio about three times, and your personality stood out to him.

you and him surprisingly had the same interests in lots of things, you loved sweets, and loathed scary movies. “…she’s so perfect,” he’d utter to himself, just imagining the sound of your sweet voice.

gojo abruptly snaps out of his thoughts—he didn’t want be too late, so with a quickness, he starts to make his way to your house.

with hands buried in his pockets, he gives a few hard knocks on the front of your door. about approximately nine seconds later, you open the door and his maw instantly drops. “y-you?”

“hey, y—satoru?” you mimicked the same reactions

the silence was practically deadly.

the two of you stared at each other for what seemed like centuries before you furrow your eyebrows. “satoru,” you mumble, bringing a hand towards your face to rub your forehead. “…you matched with me on purpose, didn’t you?”

“wha— noooo!” he protests, a cute pout tugging against the corners of his lips. he obviously did. you eyed him from head to toe. whilst his hands were buried into his pockets, you could tell that you made him a bit nervous. a light tint of color started to flush against his cheeks before he pulls on his sweater. “heh, is it gettin' hot in here or is it just me.”

“oh my god,” you suddenly spoke. “no wonder you didn’t have a profile picture,” and then you give him an abrupt glare. “satoru. why’d you even use the kfc logo as a profile picture anyway? idiot.”

“oh— it’s a long story.”

you deadpan, mentally face palming yourself.

gojo takes a good look at you, and he’s got a sudden sheepish grin. “woah,” he utters, and his eyes linger for a long time. he’s never seen you dress in such a formal pretty way. he felt a sudden heat rush to both sides of his face before without thinking, he murmurs. “you look kinda hot.”

“kinda? now i’m offended.” you scoff, tugging on your fishnets.

“all you’re getting from me,” he fake pouts. he then comes closer, closer . . all until he’s just inches apart.

one look at your dress and he just wanted to rip it off. you and him were so attached to the hip, he’s never expected to see you in this kind of light. if you were being honest, his gaze that ran against your entire figure made you a bit nervous.

throughout your long term friendship with gojo, he was known to be flirty every now and then. you figured that was just his personality but perhaps he started to view you different. “so,” he shrugs, bending down to your level as a way of mockery, “is this the part where we hook up?”

“well technically, yeah—” and you look right into his eyes.

he was just undressing you with eyes practically, cerulean bright irises roaming down your body before he hums. “…..oh,” and he awkwardly scratches his head. “so do i make the first move or—”

“you’re such an idiot. just kiss me, ‘toru.”

he snickers, and after what seemed like forever, gojo leans in for a kiss.

he was so pretty, he didn’t even have to try. long fluttering lashes that matched his snowy white strands flap closed. gojo tasted sweet, the moment his lips went against yours, you sink into his embrace. he was surprisingly a good kisser, not that you ever kissed your best friend or anything—but for some reason, it felt so warm.

so natural…

your heart, it starts to pick up a bit and your arms wrap around his broad shoulders.

gojo let off a soft grunt, your sweet aromatic perfume wafts right into his flared up nostrils. you shiver a bit, feeling his hands slowly drag up your body. minty, a good way to describe the brief taste that loiters on his breath. he was always chewing peppermint—an unserious guy with a sweet tooth, although this time maybe his sweet tooth was for you instead of casual sweets.

the kiss was passionate, you almost forgot you were literally making out with your best friend.

you did dream a bit about this moment, him holding you all close with his lips mashed against yours. his hand continue to wander, such big hands compared to yours. you slide your tongue against his before parting your lips just a bit further.

“….mhm,” he’d huff out in a muffled groan, and he made sure to focus his hands near your hips. his fingers brush against the thin fabric of your dress before he gives it a hasty yank.

steamy breaths collide against each other whilst each second passes—eventually, gojo’s leading you toward your bedroom.

no bother in asking you where everything was since he technically knew the layout of your house like the back of his hand. “wanted to do this for so long,” he finally speaks in shortened breaths—he’s panting, and you let off a soft gasp once he lifts you up. instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and he slyly smiles. “you should really clean this place,” he murmurs, walking casually with you in his arms. “oh right, you can’t because you’re always at my house.”

“the point of hooking up is to not talk, satoru.”

“well excuse me,” he dramatically rolls his eyes.

at first you were a bit shy coming to the bitter realization that you ended up matching with gojo by pure luck. by now, things weren’t even that awkward—or at least awkward yet…

you didn’t wanna jinx it though, he leads you towards your bed before you plop down on your hands. you sit down, staring up at him and he starts to pull up his grey sweatshirt. you watch intensely, his abs peeking as he yanked it off before you spot a glance of his dark blue boxers hiding above his sweatpants.

so attractive . . .

you’ve seen gojo shirtless countless times but never completely nude. just imagining him, his glistening body presenting itself right in front of you… phew.

you intake a breath, mentally preparing yourself.

“awh,” he sneers, and you’re so secluded into your erotic thoughts that you don’t even realize he’s practically half naked now. all that was left was his wan-colored sweatpants. he was a tease, your eyes fixate towards his ripped chest—his abs, they were sublimely sculpted and chiseled.

sharp.

you felt like if you ran a finger down his perfectly structured v-line, you’d get a paper cut. his six pack flexed and you had to squeeze your legs shut. it was no surprise gojo had a daily work out routine. he’d even try to drag you to come with him sometimes. majority of the time, that’d go to no avail though. “enjoying the show, yeahhh?”

“shut up.” you grouse with a swift eye roll.

a smug grin curls up against his pink lips before he grabs your hand. “wanna feel me?” and you’re confused by what he wants you to feel until he makes you slowly slide your hand down his clenched pecs. you peer up at him, his body feels so warm— it was brick hard, exactly how you thought. your fingers continued to run down his ripped modeled chest before feeling against a scar. “cute fingers,” he teases, making it trail lower and lower until you spot his happy trail that was just about poking above from the very hem of his boxers. “you should pull them off of me.”

“fine,” you mutter with a puffy blow, bringing both hands towards his lower half. gojo stares, watching you pull down his sweatpants— then his briefs. you made sure to take your time, tugging on the stretchy aqua-blue fabric before within seconds, his length springs out. “you weren’t lying.”

“hm?” he says, watching your eyes continue to wander — he was definitely big, your memory suddenly refreshes of the pictures you exchanged with him, and the carpets very much did match the drapes. his shaft was . . turgid, at least the tip was. it was a pretty flashing pink, smeared with a few droplets of his own pre-cum. gojo was well trimmed, but had a few left over white specks scattered all across his base. he even had a cute mole down near the very edge of his length. specks of white hairs near his happy trail decorated his body, it was attractive. he had a left curve too, it was quite noticeable—a strikingly long vein that pulses at the sight of you, running down the very middle part of his dick and you merely moan.

as you move yourself closer, he’s stood standing while you’re sat on the bed and your glossy lips give his swollen tip a few chaste kisses.

“damnnnn,” he pants, feeling his cock twitch from the way your lips made instant contact with his tip.

the more you stared at his length from your peripherals—the more you observed its color. it had a rich rosy tan. slightly—still the same pinkish color with a brief tapered ridge. he was hefty, there was no question. inch after inch, he stood tall right in front of you. gojo claws a hand into your hair softly before sucking in his breath. “baby wait, i wanna do everything. ‘m already hard.”

you hum, amused—giving his frenulum a subtle lick before backing away, jibing out a, “oh really?” and then once he makes you lie back against the bed, you sit up with a sly grin. “do you even know how to eat pussy? and i’m not just talking about from your 'experience' from reddit or twit—”

“girl shut up,” his tone pitches an octave and it’s quite funny.

always sassy—you watch as gojo strum his fingers against your dress, taking his precious time to lift it up before feeling against your thighs. so soft, he’s always wanted to feel you—especially right here, take in every part of your curves, your gorgeous physique. his lips form into a cute scowl as he pulls you closer towards him. “i know what i’m doing.”

“yeah you do.” you sing along, and he shoots you a pout. you loved the banter between the two of you, toying along with him—he always made it so easy. it doesn’t take long before he starts peeling off your fishnets with his teeth, it was so dirty. you felt yourself throb a bit, edges of his teeth softly pricking against your skin as he yanks the thin nylon material made fishnets that stuck against your thighs.

your back lies flat against the bed and you intake a single breath. gojo rubs a hand against your tummy, you quaver a bit simply from his touch. he’s keeping eye contact the entire time too, irises never looking away for a split second—he mimics the same motion, peeling your panties off with his pearly canines.

it’s lewd, he doesn’t even pull them off all the way. instead, he just leaves it on you but has it rolled down to your thighs. “lotta back talk for a girl this soaked, to be honest.”

“ . . . . ”

you don’t reply, and he chuckles to himself. he finds your lack of an answer quite cute.

gojo stares between your parted thighs and your lips were all stretched—glistening with a sheet coat of your sweet arousal.

“so pretty,” he coos in a low voice, and you watch as he leans in—pressing a soft kiss against your entrance. immediately, his lips gets all shimmery from your own wetness and it’s hot. gojo purposely runs his tongue against his lips because he knows you’re staring directly at him. “my best friend tastes soooo sweet.”

“quit talking, ‘toru.” you moan and you don’t realize how your voice is becoming more and more shaky by the second.

“fine. fiiiiine, can’t have shit,” he grumbles playfully.

you stare as he prods two lengthy fingers against your slit. with a gulp, you prepare yourself. he gradually starts to insert two fingers inside, curling them up whilst it adapts to your warm walls and his arm shakes. “oooooh,” he whispers in a mere raspy voice. sweetened squelchy squelches came from your cunt and it was so loud it rang throughout your ears like church bells on a wedding day. “she’s quite— the talker, huhh.” he continues, and that’s right when he places his lips against your folds.

you swallow, feeling your back immensely arch from his hot lips.

gojo’s tongue swipes against your pussy. the middle part of his tongue skims down and it feels so good, he’s slow at first. he knows the exact direction to go and your toes curl. a free hand of his slides near your pubic mound, applying just the right amount of pressure—he does this so you can quickly feel your sweet g-spot. you do, and a gasp leaves your lips, it’s mindblowing.

already, he made you feel your forbidden g-spot.

you didn’t even know gojo—your dumb best friend had this kind of experience. as his palm presses down against the particular spot, his other hand is still occupied. lengthy fingers curl all throughout your walls, reaching every spot by prodding with just the right amount of deepness.

“f-fuckkk,” you whine, and suddenly your nerves make you shift your attention back towards his slick tongue. as his tongue was lolled out, a pretty clean pinkish tongue. he slithers it by using the back of his tongue, merely copying a sort of vacuuming type technique. the sounds that ran out his mouth was so filthy, your thighs start to twitch profusely and your hands found its way into his hair.

“s—satoruuu.” you’d babble and its only been a few minutes. a few long minutes, your squirming was cute to him. you tried focusing on your breathing patterns but that was no use. your mind went blank, empty like a canvas.

“mhm,” he groans, feeling himself get hard simply from your pitchy moans that reverberate and bounce across the thin walls. his fingers still went in and out of your cunt at a decent thrusting pace. the way you easily swallowed his two digits was just perfect, it didn’t take long at all for him to find your clit. “there she isssss,” he hisses cheekily, changing up his tongue strokes just a bit. it felt so good, heavenly. the way he drags it against your pussy. your jaw hung open with only sweetened sobs and whimpers leaving right past your spit-glossed lips.

whilst he’s rummaging through your vulva, he occasionally breaks away to spit right onto your cunt. it was no surprised gojo satoru was a messy man. he couldn’t help it, he’s fantasized about this exact scenario maybe once or twice. as his saliva trickles between your slit, he grunts as he watches. just all sopping wet just for him. he blows against your entrance just to make you squirm even more.

with his fingers still buried into your cunt, he does the ‘come here’ motion—a simplistically erotic motion where he uses not one but both index and his middle finger to flick back and forth inside of you. right there, oh you could have came.

“o-oh my goddd,” you whimper, his warm breath colliding against your arousal. “i-i’m close, satoru. think ‘m getting close.”

“aw,” he purrs in a sweet tone, using the flat of his tongue to lap up against your clit even further. you’re so soaked—his chin starts to drip with your slick and it’s so attractive. he pulls himself back to grin at you, a dumb pussy-drunken smile and nothing but your slick arousal running down his chin, so sheeny. “suck a little harder, she says?”

you nod, although you were sure your inevitable orgasm was quickly approaching.

your favorite part was when he sucks deeply against your clit, practically tongue fucking you. he had quite a long tongue so it did wonders, it made sure to reach every particular crevice imaginable. “nah don’t run from me now, gorgeous,” he utters sweetly once you squirm a bit more—he grabs on your hips, removing his two fingers just to hold you steadily in place. “give it to me, baby. show me how much of a messy girl my best friend can really be, huh.”

his dirty talk was just the icing on the cake. gojo’s just coaxing you towards your incoming release, all the while—it felt so good. the way your legs quavered, a trembling mess.

gojo’s holding your jerking hips against his mouth so he doesn’t miss a single taste. your mouth forms into a surprised 'o' and it’s like he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment—to be fair, he could have just asked a long time ago.

he was shy though, he didn’t wanna ruin the friendship—yet now that he’s propped up between your legs, eating you out like a starved man, you don’t know how you could continue to be just friends. not in a negative way, but after this—every time you’d stare at gojo, you’d just see his face that was right between your legs that one friday night ago.

once your orgasm comes, you whimper out— a ripple surging out of you and you’re so squirmy.

it was so intense, you fell into a trance, feeling that familiar spark combust and you’re slump back. your maw still hangs open and you’re so cute—only inaudible whimpers, cacophonies of his name, the repetitive whiney, “s—satoru, ‘toru.”

his nose brushes against your entrance before he pulls away—he grows quiet for a brief moment before sitting up, you’re out of breath before he leans in for a kiss. you moan right into his mouth, running a finger down his cute undercut and that makes him whine into your mouth. his undercut, he’s always liked the feeling of you running a finger down there—it hypnotized him in a way, the entire scene was so salacious. tasting yourself on his damp tongue, your legs wrapped around his waist and his dick brushes against your parted legs.

“you’re not that bad of a kisser, you know.” gojo mutters as he finally breaks away—a stringy shiny trail of spit departs and he sits up. “why can’t we do this more often?”

“you never ask,” you breathe, still getting over your recent release—he talks so much, you almost forgot how much of a blabbermouth he was. literally seconds ago his face was buried between your thighs and now he’s rambling to you about a sale he spotted on one of his favorite candies. “. . yeah yeah, lie back now.”

he lies back against the bed and watches as you make your way towards him. he lands backwards with an ‘oof’ before raising his eyebrows in amusement. “oh? you’re gonna be on top? what if i wanted to have you bent over—”

“i’d rather die than let you see me arched over.”

“heh, woah now angel—that’s just mean. after i gave you that teeth shattering orgasm,” he says with a dramatic eye roll. you align yourself with gojo, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and for a concise moment he grows quiet. “hm. don’t really care though, you’re still hot. straddling me like this and—”

you lean forward, silencing him with a kiss because he just wouldn’t stop talking—it was cute in a way though, gojo would literally talk your ear off. he kisses back immediately, feeling you hover against his leaky tip before lowering yourself further and further down. “mhm,” you’d gasp at the current stretch. it was hard to ignore, he was big—no secret about that. due to how sopping you were, it made it easy to just sink right down. gojo’s jaw tightens as he brings a hand towards your waist, another near your ass. with a tight squeeze, he continues to fall into sinful bliss at your cunt holding him hostage. your walls hugged him tightly the more you sank down. his breath was heavy, he heaved and heaved before you’re finally all the way down.

parting away once more, he utters out a needy, “touch me.”

“ask nicely,” you whisper, starting to rock your hips swiftly in place—you were so hot, especially in his eyes. you’re so warm inside, feverish, tingly. gojo swallows thickly, a breath getting caught in his throat as his white lashes flicker towards your waist. you brush a thumb against your best friend’s lips before humming. “touch me pretty please, say that.”

“how about i tell you a joke—” he cuts off, yet moans once he feels you grind your hips in a specific rotation—so good. he’s at a loss of words before his eyebrows curl up and furrow, head throwing back in pleasure. “heh. uh, check, please! know what’s on the m-menu? me ‘n you.”

“…………………..”

“…..you’re right, i should just shut up,” he puffs out, his cheeks burning with such heat. he holds onto your hips before he swallows his pride, speaking in a cute pout whilst avoiding eye contact. “touch me pretty please.”

you smile, trading a finger down his chiseled chest—so muscular, he was perfectly sculpted.

his loved your touch, it makes him ten times harder. your fingers roam against his body and he merely folds into putty, his abs—they clench as you’re being stuffed by full of his thick inches. gojo made sure to go slow, he didn’t wanna hurt you—especially considering how big and how much of a damn packer he was. so big you almost drooled.

he was mesmerized by the way you moved, with a single pivot of your hips it didn’t take long for him to locate that spot. you moaned, feeling a surge of haziness overtake you before you lean in to kiss near the crook his neck.

“man,” he croaks, and each time he speaks—his voice gets more raspy and out of breath. “uh, keep ridin’ me like that ‘n i’m gonna die. your pussy’s fuckin’ dangerous—shit.”

again, he rambles while you’re riding him in the same constant rotation. he falls in love with the jerks, the way you grind and delve your hips even further into him.

it’s amusing to study his facial expressions though, the way his blue irises would roll back into the very depths of his cranium—his pink sheeny lips parting, even his irregular breathing patterns. he was so whiney, your cunt swallowed him whole and he starts to feel fuzzy. hot, you felt so hot inside. it merely gives him whiplash once he feels your hands trail up toward his chest. his chest, more so his pecs—abs, his nipples.

“s-sensitive there…” he pants, and with his same grip against your hips he drags you closer—back and forth, it was so slow. you’re grinding against his body and he thinks he’s feeling a certain type away. you know, that word. this entire view, seeing you top him like this—gojo was about to lose his mind, a fiery sensation pools low into his abdomen. you had him all hot and bothered, it didn’t take long before his thigh starts to bounce.

“are you?” you tease, leaning in to run your tongue against his perky nipples—oh, his reaction. it was priceless, he grips onto your hair this time, moving a few strands away from your face while you’re still riding him before he whimpers. with shaky lips, he begs for you to suck harder. you didn’t even know if he was into something like this, perhaps your best friend was a freak.

a freak in bed.

you wondered if he’d be like this if he got matched with some other random girl on tinder. being this whiney for them, but since you two were close maybe you had an exception.

“angelllll,” he drags out his words, and it’s cute. his tongue rolls a bit and beads of sweat start to race down the side of his forehead. “i’m gonna—”

suddenly, he grows quiet once his cock that was buried into your folds abruptly slips out.

he slowly looks up at you with a head tilt, and you’re staring right back up at him—he’s still panting with his hands attached to your hip. “oops,” he sheepishly laughs, trying to ignore how he was so close to shooting right inside of you. it squelched, you break away from his chest before kissing near his neck. he moans, aligning himself back against your entrance. “f-fuck that was kinda hot.”

“i can’t tell who sounds like the girl more,” you start to pant yourself, and you feel yourself coming close right with him—you briefly bite your lip before feeling such nerves sneak its way inside. his girth, it never failed to leave you speechless. with gojo, he was a bit thick but more so lanky—thin, yet he made sure to reach every crevice of your cunt. you felt him deep, the more his hold against your hips tighten—the more he’s pumping you full. you’re constantly leaning forward, cupping his face before sneaking a few kisses near the corners of his lips.

“shut up,” he rasps, and he’s close. you’re about to milk him dry—his breathing picks up and he presses his fingers right into your hips. strands of his hair runs through his face before he whines, head throwing back in pure bliss. ��god, you do it so good—so good, ‘m gonna cum,” and then with pretty hooded eyes, he swallows before reaching between your legs. he runs a hand against your sopping wet cunt that was a sheer mess itself before sighing lowly, “where do you want it, angel? tell me if i should—”

“inside,” you whisper, and your voice was so close up to his ear that he could have just came from your voice and your voice alone. shivers ran through his body, your chest presses against his and he’s maneuvering quicker circles against your pussy. “f-fuck, ‘toru. ‘m gonna cum too.”

his ruffled hair was all in his face, it was cute. you’re being stuffed full—he’s so hefty you’re dizzy, approaching that release before seconds pass and you gush out. it comes out slow, a shockwave ripples out and you whimper—softly nibbling your teeth deep into the inside of his neck.

“oh f—fuckkk,” he babbles, and his voice ends up cracking, its adorable. both of his ears burn with radiating heat before he finishes, dumping a sloppy load of velvety ropes into your cunt. you literally did milk him, you bring your hips to a more slow stop—deeply grinding against him still and he slumps back. he pours so much into you he’s speechless himself, a hand hooked around your waist as you continue to swivel. “i just— i need you—shitttt.”

you stare at gojo and he’s all dumb, panting heavily. his chest heaves and tightens, loving the warmth of your plush thighs wrapping around him. “i.. i think i love you,” he abruptly says, and with his tone—it’s like in more of a question, he watches your shocked stare peer into him and he sighs. “i don’t wanna use dinder anymore, i— i just want you.”

“it’s called tinder, satoru,” you kiss near the side of his lip. “and i love you too, dummy.”

“really?” he looks at you, still smothered with a look of fatigue—he could go for more rounds but he needed a minute—plus he may or may not have a cramp in his leg. “soo when’s the wedding then?”

you deadpan and he sheepishly smiles at you, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist.

the feeling of gojo’s remains of cum just seeping down your thighs as you straddled him—still with his twitching shaft inside made you kiss your teeth a little. “i’m sure you’ll get cold feet, you’re scared of literally anything.”

“pft. girl, that’s not even remotely true. do you realize who you’re talking to?”

the arrogant gojo came back — you roll your eyes and he slyly grins, yet all the meanwhile he’s holding you close against your chest. you let him kiss you once more before you both pull away once his phone suddenly beeps.

a loud screeching notification . . you were assuming it was a text. he feels you shift a bit, turning to see what it was but pulls you closer towards him, deepening the kiss. you give up, locking your arms around him once more, preparing to start up your hips again.

oh, he tastes candied, sweet…

you moan straight into his mouth before the phone ends up beeping again and again.

consistently until it starts to get annoying, gojo grunts, departing from your honeyed lips. “who’s texting me, angel? thought i turned tinder notifications off.”

you grab his phone, it brights up from your fingertips hovering against the screen before you squint. “uh, it says . . . suguru geto?”

he repeats. “suguru ge—” and then he timorously runs a hand through his hair with a raised eyebrow. “oh. eh, what’d he say?”

you pause for a long moment before reading the message, by long—seven consecutive seconds to be exact, your lip twitching, slowly realizing as you skim through the text by this ‘suguru geto.’

“. . . he says that he had fun last night.”

“oh!”

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smuttysunny · 6 months

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[ADA]Osamu Dazai NSFW Alphabet!

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: NSFW alphabet for our favourite bandaged suicidal maniac!

Contains: Overall GN reader, regardless of sex! Refrences to bdsm, public sex, pregnancy and breeding kinks, sex toys and more overall sexual stuff 😭🙏 there's way too much in here for me to list

Warnings: Not proofread‼️ English is also not my first language so there might be grammatical errors cuz despite me being fluent, i'm dumb asf!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ngl... May seem a bit ooc but I imagine him actually being really sweet after sex, that is if you two are like together and not just a hook up or something lol. He'd praise you and tell you did so good and def help you clean up and take a bath/shower afterwards. Maybe even order food if you two feel up for it.

I imagine he'd also be pretty cuddly, holding you tightly as he nuzzles his face in your shoulder. Moments like these where he shows his vulnerability to someone yk?

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On himself, probably his eyes or hands. He just loves looking at you and watching all your adorable reactions! And with his hands he, of course, gets to touch you anywhere and everywhere!

On you, the fav is either your face or thighs. Your face of course because of how it can twist and contort in pleasure! Again, he loves your reactions very much. As for thighs, he just loves grabbing and holding them, thin or thick, doesn't matter to him! He loves caressing them, kissing them, licking, biting, leaving hickeys on them, you name it! He also ADORES how your legs try to close when giving you head! Squishing him to death between your thighs truly seems like a great way to go!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Cummin on you. This fucker definitely loves coating you in his cum. If you can get pregnant he'd definitely be against the idea of cumming in you if you're not using a condom, he is NOT ready for the responsibility of raising a kid, sorry breeding kink people.

But if you can't get pregnant then he's more than willing, he still prefers to see you coveres in his load tho, it's just hot to him, yk?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he'd have a liking to purposefully walking in on you changing, just seems like the type of guy to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh boy this man is def experienced from all the sleeping around he does 😭🙏 for all sexes too, not just afab ppl.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Following on from the hc from earlier, any position where he can see your face will have him satisfied! Although I don't think he'd be particularly picky, just would prefer to see your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

I'd imagine him to be quite silly while not ruining the mood, unless he's absolutely tired and done and needs something to let his frustrations out, ofc, but even then after he starts relaxing he'd def go back to his usual teasing and cracking jokes here and there!

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He'd do the bare minimum grooming 💀🙏 listen, he's too occupied living to really care about his hair down there but ig in some way the carpets would match the drapes because no matter how unkept he has his hair, it still looks shampoo commercial worthy so probably same thing down there aswell. Would occasionally give himself a trim tho, not fully unkempt.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Depends on his mood and what it is. Quickie? Maybe less intimate as it's just meant to be a quick fuck but if it was proper sex at home he's def be on the more romantic side, unless again pouring his frustrations out on you, and even then, the way his eyes shine looking at you would still reveal the love he holds for you so <3

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This cunt has the sex drive of a teen boy so he'd def be jerking off often, maybe like at least 2 or 3 times per week? Although he can hold himself back pretty well. I can also imagine him absolutely obliterating No Nut November just because he thought it'd be funny.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Can of worms... Which we will be disecting and studying as if its our finals hitting!

For starters, def maintained some of the less healthy kinks he had from his PM days like sadomasochism and gunplay, but at least now it's more of an overall roleplay/bdsm kink with no actual danger. Speaking of which he would LOVE to get tied up or tie you up, same for choking but more on the receiving end. Both giving and receiving for edging and orgasm denial too. Probably also has a big thing for being dominated; he doesn't mind domming but he'd absolutely LOVE to be stepped on and get his brains fucked out!

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He's shameless but not entirely. As far as he'd go is semi-public places like an alley or his car. As for favourite place, peobably the ADA office LMFAO particularly when it's empty because there's a risk of getting caught!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As mentioned previously, this guy has the sex drive of a horny teen so even the smallest touch could accidentally set him off.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would NEVER hurt his partner on purpose. Even for his more extreme kinks he'd make sure you're okay with it first and foremost before anything. Also ik dacryphillia is a big thing in these kinds of fics but if you ever started properly crying he'd stop IMMEDIATELY.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he'd prefer giving slightly more than receiving. He just loves being in between your legs, you know? And again, would love to get choked to death by your thighs <3

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. If he's making love he'd 100% go slow and sensual, but if it's a quickie his pace would def be fast, a bit rough too but unintentionally! If he's fucking though... Walking privileges will 100% be lost from how rough he'd be lol

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He LOVES them. Legit cherishes them as if they're god's best gift to man, and to be honest to a man like him they sure are.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Seeing as how he'd be more than willing to fuck you in his car he'd def enjoy risks here and there, with consent of course(minus pregnancies goodness gracious, if you two are at it without a condom he'd immediately rush you to take your morning after pill afterwards). Again, he would never hurt his partner on purpose and if risks aren't your thing he'd be more than understanding

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His stamina matches his horniness. If it were after him, he probably wouldn't stop till the sun rises so really it's up to his partner for how long sex will go lmfao

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ohhh he'd love toys. Most likely owns a fleshlight for when you're not there to please him lolol

And don't feel left out! Because he'd love using toys on you too! Be it vibrators, dildos or something more obscure!

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

King of teasing™ will not miss a minute to joke about how desperate you are for him or any of the sort

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud but he does it on purpose just to add to his teasing. Also because he enjoys annoying the neighbors and if he'd doing it in a semi-public place, adds to the risk

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Loves getting pegged.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As a non dick haver I actually had to search a bit for this bit-

Uhhh maybe just a little above average idk??? Maybe like 6.2 inches or smth? I o ly rlly have a vague image of him not really being too thick but making up for it in lenght so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'll just leave this one up to your guy's imaginations 💖

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Already mentioned it like 5 times but omd he gets so horny so often you might aswell assume he's a rabbit

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Although I hc him to have slight insomnia because of depression, probably after sex is one of the only times he can actually fall asleep rather quickly. Just snuggle up to him nice and warm and he's out like a light in approximately 3 minutes. And he def sleeps like a log too lmfaooo

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Handle Him

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: Just some spice-adjacent thoughts for Angel that popped up this afternoon ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Not beta-read.

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; jealous Reader; fluffy kissy slightly possessive Angel; established relationship; no Y/N; the only physical trait mentioned is that Reader is shorter than Angel (it does not specify by how much)

Summary: You’ve always been on the quieter side. You’re not the type to flaunt your relationship in public. Angel knows. He knows that you’re likely to shy from his kisses around others—to squirm if his hands linger a little longer than usual on certain parts of your body. He respects it. He doesn’t push, or plead, or ply.

That’s probably half the reason none of these women know about it—or if they’ve heard, the reason that they likely don’t believe it.

“You seen Angel tonight?”

“Fuck yes. He seems wound tight.”

“Kinda standoffish, too. He barely looked at Melissa when she went over there.”

“He’s barely been lookin’ at anybody lately.”

“Gimme an hour, girl. We’ll handle him.”

The insistence is chased with cackling and teasing purrs. You’ve heard this (or conversations like it) for as long as you’ve been hanging around the Mayans clubhouse. It’s nothing new—Angel is a hot commodity. But where those antics used to make you roll your eyes, they make you curl your nails into your palms now. No, Angel hasn’t been looking at anybody around the clubhouse. Angel’s been looking at you and only you for months now.

You’d been skeptical that he would keep his eyes and his hands to himself at first, but by all accounts, he’s been loyal. It’s only been confirmed by the repeated complaints of the girls around the clubhouse. You could always turn around, throw your truth in their face, but they probably wouldn’t believe it. You’ve always been on the quieter side. You’re not the type to flaunt your relationship in public. Angel knows. He knows that you’re likely to shy from his kisses around others—to squirm if his hands linger a little longer than usual on certain parts of your body. He respects it. He doesn’t push, or plead, or ply.

That’s probably half the reason none of these women know about it—or if they’ve heard, the reason that they likely don’t believe it.

But hearing these women talk about him like he’s a prize to be won, like he can be lured into their arms or beds, lights in fire under you the likes of which you’ve never known. You glance over to him just in time to see him draining his beer. You stand, grabbing one of the same from behind the bar and striding over. Your righteous indignation wavers just a little as you pass the gaggle of women planning on handling him. You can feel their gazes following you, but you don’t let that slow you down. Your nerves are lessened as Angel catches your eye—as he gives you a wide smile and passes his cue over to EZ to hold.

“Saw you go dry,” You hold the fresh beer out to him.

“Thanks, baby,” He murmurs, taking hold of the bottle.

“You need anything else?”

“Nah, I’m alright. You good?”

“Mhm,” You nod. Then, summoning all of your courage, you reach up. You curl your shaking hands around his cut, reveling in the crinkle of the leather beneath your palms as you draw him down. You only just catch sight of his eyes widening before you close your own, lips pressing to his. You hear the guys whooping around you, and the thud of Angel setting his beer down before his hands smooth over your hips, giving them a squeeze. You grin as he uses his grasp to draw you just a little closer. You can only imagine those women are getting quite the eyeful. You slip a hand from his collar to smooth over the side of his neck, giving him a squeeze before drawing back, gently breaking your kiss.

Angel gazes down at you with wide, stunned eyes, blinking almost dopily before EZ whacks his arm with the pool cue and a mutter of, “It’s your turn.”

You step out of Angel’s arms and move over to the short cabinet near the table, pushing yourself to sit on it, beside his beer. You don’t say a word as Angel takes the cue, or as he walks around the table to position his shot. You just smile as he lines it up, and catch his eye as you pick his beer up and teasingly tongue the rim. He spits a curse, just narrowly missing his shot. You smile with true bashfulness, muttering an apology as he walks back to you.

“One’a the guys put you up to this, huh?” He asks, palming and spreading your thighs to stand between them. “Trying to get me to fuck up the game?”

“No,” You giggle. “That was an honest mistake.”

Angel grunts, dipping his head and nosing along your jaw. “That’s honest bullshit.” He presses his face into your neck, and you shiver as he draws in a deep breath, then groans.

“Always smell so damn good, baby,” He murmurs, beard and lips brushing against your skin. His begins to hands slip up your thighs, then goes still and tense. “This alright?”

You smile, setting the beer down and curling your arms around his shoulders.

“Yes,” You reassure, casting an eye toward the women. You can’t help the vindicated smile that curls your lips at their gobsmacked, irritated faces. “More than.”

Angel nuzzles into your skin, his hands sliding up your thighs. You squeak, face going hot as he slips one of his hands beneath your ass, giving it a squeeze. You eye the pool table, and the guys' growing irritation.

“It’s your turn again,” You warn.

“Alright.” He draws back, tipping his chin down to look at you. “You gonna keep your hands off’a my beer?”

“If I must.”

Angel grins, giving your ass another cheeky squeeze before drawing away. You lean back against the wall, swinging one leg back and forth as you watch the guys play. You make it a point to keep your eyes on them, and not to stray back toward the others—to the women that mistakenly thought that they could handle him.

“What’s gotten into you tonight?”

It’s a fair question. You’re a little surprised he’s taken so long to ask it, and you’re incredibly happy that he’s not facing you when he finally does. Angel’s chosen to sit out the last couple of rounds of pool, instead leaning against the cabinet and chilling with you as you watch the others. You’re cuddled up against his back now, arms looped around his shoulders, hands dangling against his chest. You’ve been bracing for the question, but now that he’s asked it, your embarrassment and nerves are beginning to creep up again.

You press your face into his neck, despite the fact that he can’t see you without twisting or turning.

“It’s gonna sound petty and stupid,” You mumble sullenly.

“From you? There’s no way.”

His insistence warms you. You sigh softly, lifting your chin and resting it on his shoulder again.

“...Those girls were talking about you. About getting to you.”

“That’s why?”

“I know,” You groan, leaning back and slouching against the wall, raising your hands to scrub over your face. “I told you: petty and stupid.”

Angel’s fingers curl around your wrists, giving them a tug and drawing them back from your face. You expect to find him smiling amusedly, but when you get a good look at him, you see a darkness in his eyes that you’re usually only privy to when you’re alone. It turns your insides molten hot. Angel uses his grip on your wrists to draw you closer again, pulling your hands behind his back. You bite your lip as he nudges your nose with his.

“Is this what you want?” He murmurs. “Wanna show all’a them that I’m yours?”

You swallow thickly, eyelids fluttering at the brush of his breath against your lips.

“You wanna show ’em who I belong to?” He eggs on as you squeeze your thighs around his hips.

“Little bit,” You mumble as your face heating.

“Just a little bit?” He repeats with a soft chuckle. But he’s not making fun of you—oh, no. He’s just riling you up more. “Maybe you oughta teach them a lesson. What if they forget, hm?”

You close the distance, kissing him harshly. Angel groans, the buzz of it vibrating against your lips as he lets go of your hands. You suck in a breath as his hands slide around your back, slotting your hips tightly together. You slip your hands up into his hair, weaving the strands through your fingers and giving them a tug. His lips part with the feeling, a heady moan slipping from them. You sweep your tongue into his mouth, swirling it sweetly around his.

Just minutes ago, this would’ve felt like a gamble. Just a couple of hours ago, this would’ve been inconceivable. Now, you can’t think of anything other than staking your claim on him in front of everybody in that damn clubhouse until there is no question of who he belongs with, and to.

Angel’s hand sneaks up under the hem of your shirt, fingers spreading across your back. You tip your head to the side, whimpering softly as Angel’s other hand drops to your thigh, hiking it just a little further around him. The tug shifts you even further toward the edge of the cabinet, and you pull in a stunned breath as Angel curls over you, sucking kisses along the side of your neck. You tip your hips down against his, thrilling at the feeling of him hardening in his jeans. You slip a hand between the two of you, palming him and grinning as he growls low, bucking against your hand.

If you had just a second more, just a touch more boldness, you’d slip your fingers past his waistband—

“Would you two get a room?” Gilly grouses behind Angel.

“Seriously, bro. We don’t need to see this,” EZ pipes up, whacking his brother on the shoulder.

Angel straightens up, an almost glazed look in his eyes as his tongue sweeps across his kiss-plumped lips. He takes a step back, gripping your hand and helping you down from the cabinet. You don’t even bother to hide your giddiness as you let him tug you from the room, in full view of the other club members, their old ladies, and the others. You don’t care where you’re going, and frankly, you don’t care.

Your man has it handled.

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ihavethedreamies · 2 months

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Spicy (3 v2) | Jongho

Choi Jongho - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: 3.3k (exactly!)

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Little bit of Fluff, Some Plot, Sequel/Part 3

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Princess, Sweet Girl, Love, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Fingering, Cockbulge (Oops), Big Dick! Jongho, Daddy Kink (Of course), He gets kind of rough, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! Reader is on the pill)

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). I also have the reader being pretty short even though I am 5'7". The reason being is I have a size difference kink/fetish, mostly because I am not small, and so I put it into a lot of my stories. Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, but I also imagine a character in my place for these, so I don't sometimes take into account what others do.

Author's Note: This is one version of Part 3, 1st = "Love or Hate", and then Part 2, "Sweet or Spicy" leads to this one. You really don't need to read Part 1 for this to make sense, but Part 2 is kind of helpful but not needed.

Want Sweet instead?

Uh…this reveals more about me than probably anything else I have wrote so far… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Jongho is the Daddiest Kpop Idol this side of the Mississippi

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"Rail me. Fuck me stupid." You decided and he smirked against your neck, then bit your shoulder. You moaned at the pressure, not enough for it to hurt.

"Where?"

"Everywhere." You wanted him to take you there on that couch, at the dining table, the kitchen counter, your bed, the floor, your shower.

"You have enough condoms for me to take what I want?" He ground you down on him again, harder than before.

"I'm on the pill, just fill me up." You whined and he practically growled.

"Fuck, (Y/N)." With very little effort, he pulled you to him and stood while carrying you. Moving toward the kitchen island, he placed you to sit on it making you two eye level. The cold countertop met the hot skin of your thighs, and he brought his hand to the back of your head. Instead of pulling you into his kiss, his fingers buried in your hair and yanked your head back, so he had complete access to your neck. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, and he was sucking on your skin so hard you knew there would be bruises. Jongho quickly grew frustrated with the sweatshirt you had on covering you so much, to the point he nearly tore it off of you. You were just in your bra underneath and he smirked at the blush spreading over your chest and cleavage. Pulling you to the edge of the counter, this let him grind into your covered cunt again and you mewled at the feeling. Jongho deftly undid your bra, and he threw it somewhere behind him. His kisses moved down your throat to the swell of your breast.

"Shirt, please." You clawed at the collar of his shirt, desperate to see and feel even more of his bare skin. He hummed in thought, but when you started to pull it up, he stepped away and you whined in frustration.

"Be patient, pretty girl." He smirked and you sneered. He knew what he was doing to you. Little shit. You put your hands down, and he came back to you, kissing down your chest again, then to your sternum. As he moved to kiss over your ribs, he sank to his knees in front of you.

"Jongho-!" His next move made you squeal, falling back and catching yourself on your elbows: he grabbed your waist to pull your butt right to the edge of the counter, and placed your thighs on his shoulders. He marveled at the sight of your wetness soaking through not just your underwear but your shorts as well. Even his tongue was strong, it licked up your core through the fabric and he sucked hard over where your clit was hidden. You let out a moan that echoed across your apartment.

"Fuck, you taste good." He groaned and took your shorts off so aggressively you heard the seams pop. Next thing you knew, he literally tore your panties off, like, in half. The shredded fabric landed somewhere behind him, and you were glad you put on some that were cheap. Feeling quite embarrassed that he was just staring at you, you wiggled a bit, your bare butt touching the cold counter. Without warning he began to suck your soul out through your cunt. It took the breath away from you. He sucked on your clit again then buried his tongue inside as deep as he could, digging his fingers into your hips and butt, most likely leaving bruises there as well. You felt your orgasm approaching rapidly, your head whirling and your walls clenched on his tongue. His face was pressed into you so much you felt him smile and then he plunged a finger into you. Your fingers were stupidly short and small that just one of his fingers felt heavenly. You could feel the strength there immediately when he crooked it up and immediately found your g-spot.

"Oh my god-" Jongho pressed and rubbed there hard, his tongue on your clit, and you came. He pulled back and reveled in the feeling of your cunt clenching on his finger. He just knew you would be so tight around his cock. After the waves died down, he stood and helped you sit back up on the counter. The position change pressed your hot cunt on the cold counter, and you shivered. Wrapping his arms around you, he helped you get down, then with ease he spun you around and bent you over the counter. Whining, wanting desperately for him to just take off his shirt already so you could see, he scoffed. Holding you in place by grinding his still covered hard on into your bare cunt, you heard the rustling of fabric and then his shirt hitting the floor. You whined again and his hand came down on your ass. You knew he could have done it a lot harder, the slight sting burned through your lower half.

"Patience." He scolded and his dominant tone made your core clench once again. So hard in fact he could feel it even through the clothes over his cock.

"Oh, you're going to be the death of me…" He muttered and you echoed his sentiments in your head.

"You think you could get off with me just grinding into you?" He asked and he smirked when you clenched again.

"I could come just riding your thigh." You admitted and he groaned, planning on getting proof later. Jongho stepped back slightly, smirking at the glossy patch left on his jeans, then took off his belt and let his pants fall. When you whined again, he smacked the other ass cheek and stilled obediently. You fought back another mewl when you heard more rustling, then the hot flesh of his cock met your pulsing core.

"Oh fuck." You gasped, already able to tell he was going to split you in half. With that confidence he exuded, you already kind of knew what he was packing.

"Y-you can do it however hard you want to later but go inside slow please." Not that you were a virgin, but you had never taken a horse cock like his before.

"Of course, princess." He kissed your shoulder, leaning over you, the head of his dick meeting your cunt. His strong arms wrapped around you, one hand rubbing comforting circles over your lower stomach. His other arm rested against your sternum between your breasts, his hand just gently holding the base of your throat. You knew Jongho could hold you completely still like this and just feeling him wrap completely around you so securely was overwhelming. It fueled your lust, but you also felt so safe and protected like this.

"Ready?" He whispered in your ear, and you whined with a nod, and he pressed forward, burying the head of his cock into you. The breath left you, the pleasure and sting combined nearly made you delirious already.

"Breathe, sweet girl." Jongho rested his forehead on your shoulder as you did what he said. You were so freaking tight, hot, and wet. He couldn't wait to devour you. He was going to fuck you stupid, and you both knew it. Inch by inch he filled you to the brim and you weren't sure you could take all of him. Your whole body shivered, and your walls thudded with your pulse around him. You could feel his own pulse through his cock as well, every detail of his cock burned into your walls.

"Fuck-" You tried hard not to clench around him too hard, trying to relax. The head of his dick had hit your cervix, but his hips hadn't met yours yet, telling you he wasn't in you all the way. His hand on your lower stomach stilled and pressed down. He let out a deep groan, he could feel his cock bulging through. He had stilled completely, letting you get used to him, he could feel your ragged breathing as you tried to adapt. The hand on your stomach moved lower to your clit and you whined at the stimulation. It was almost too much.

"Move." You wheezed, still trying to stay relaxed. Jongho kissed your shoulder then pulled out a short bit, then slowly back in.

"Does that hurt still?"

"No." Your forehead was rested on your forearms, your fingers gripping your arms hard. It really didn't, but the feeling was so overwhelming for so many reasons.

"Okay, love. Hold on." He did warn you, you recognized that, you had to give him that credit. Didn't mean you were prepared. As he pulled slowly, nearly all the way out, it was like he was sucking your breath out with a syringe. You hoped your neighbors didn't hear as you nearly screamed when he slammed back in, all the way, hips meeting yours.

"Fuck, wait-" You scrambled, tears pricking your eyes. The pleasure wracked through you aggressively and you were already close to orgasming again.

"Did it hurt?" He had pulled back about halfway and stilled.

"No- Just, just a lot." You informed and since he knew you weren't in pain, he kept going. From where he was, he slammed his cock back into you, so much wetness dripping from you it was splattering on the floor.

"Fucking hell." He groaned, still just retreating halfway before burying inside you again. You were just trying to catch your breath, drool dripping from the side of your mouth onto the counter.

"Oh my god, Jongho!" Your eyes rolled back when he grinded into you after burying himself to the hilt. A few more extremely shallow but hard thrusts sent you over the edge again and his fingers dug hard into the flesh of your hips, holding his own back. The force of your orgasm left you shaking, and your cunt stung already.

"Where next, princess?" He asked, his voice rough and you answered without hesitation, still out of breath.

"D-down my throat." You could sense him smirk and he pulled out of you with a shluck and pulled you up so you could turn and kneel before him. You finally got to see him fully uncovered. Your mouth watered. Since he was extremely strong and worked out for strength and not appearances, he was extremely thick but not overly defined. Still, he was delicious. His chest that was always so hard and made all of his shirts stretch over them heaved as he breathed deep. Your eyes went down his arm, to his stomach. He didn’t have washboard abs, but you didn't care, what really got you was down lower. His thick thighs were the most defined, the defined veins emphasizing just how much muscle was there. Finally, standing proud between those perfect legs was his cock. You were surprised it even fit inside of you. Whining, you reached forward and wrapped your hand around him at the base. The slick of your wetness and his precum made your hand slide over the skin with ease. Your fingers couldn't even meet your thumb and you hoped your mouth could fit him. Giving the head of his cock a kitten lick, the taste sent you into overdrive and you then wrapped your lips around it.

"Fuck, (Y/N)." He grunted and you laved your tongue around him then began to descend. It didn't take long for him to reach the back of your throat and you moaned around him. The vibration migrated from your lips to his cock, and he then buried his fingers into your hair. Swallowing a few times, you eased him into your throat, your lips meeting your hand right when it reached the point where he would restrict your breathing. Pulling off of him, you glanced up at him with big, teary eyes and whispered, "Use me." So, he did. The fingers in your hair pulled you back to him and he thrust into your mouth, entering to the point where your hand was. Letting go of him, you braced your hands on the floor beneath you and then readjusted your squat some so he could angle his hips down to fuck your throat.

"Take a deep breath, baby girl." He told you and you breathed in hard through your nose and then he thrusted his cock deeper into your mouth and into your throat, your nose hitting hit pelvis. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, gagging some. When he didn't moved past that you looked up to meet his eyes and he groaned, nearly sounding like an animal. Finally, when you were feeling the need to breathe, he pulled his hips back and let you take in air again through your nose. As he continued to thrust, he placed his hand over your throat to feel it swell with his cock and he wasn't sure if that felt better or your cunt.

"Get ready." Jongho's hand dug into the hair at the back of your head, and he fucked in all the way and then came. You swallowed and swallowed, moaning, helping him ride out his orgasm. He withdrew, still half hard, saliva and cum dripping from his cock and your mouth. You breathed raggedly, trying to catch your breath and the way he was looking down at you made you moan. He was so freaking hot.

"Where do you want me to fuck you next, kitten?" Jongho pet your hair as you looked around the apartment, somewhat dazed.

"The window?" He noticed you staring at the wall. You startled a bit at this. You had been considering it but was also too scared to actually suggest it. The building across from yours was an office space, and everyone should be out by then, but it was still somewhat risky. He could tell from your expression you weren't quite feeling that, and while he would love to see you squirm from embarrassment as he fucked you against the window, where anyone could see, this was your first time.

"O-on the armchair?" You nodded to the piece of furniture, and he smirked, helping you stand up, your legs still kind of shaky. You wiped off your mouth as he pulled you to him, sitting on the chair, having you straddle him.

"You can handle me like this?" He asked and while your nod was timid, your eyes were determined. Jongho had noticed earlier, but he knew the longer this went on, the more submissive you would grow. He wondered how far he could go with it. Might as well test it out.

"Come sit on daddy's cock, baby girl." His hands went to your hips, and you gasped. As he moved you to hover over his once-again fully hard dick, you gaped at him. On the inside he was a little unsure about your reaction, but he still had that cocky smirk on his face.

"O-okay, 'dy." He almost didn't catch the end since you had mumbled it.

"Hm?" You both knew he was teasing you. You couldn't meet his eye but repeated yourself, "Okay, daddy." Jongho felt your core clench from where the head of his cock sat between your lips.

"Slow," he instructed, and you began to sink down. Burying your face in his neck you huffed, the angle sending a whole new set of sensations through you. Able to see him now intensified everything and you loved the feeling of his bare skin pressed to yours. He finally fit all the way inside, he felt like he was in your throat and looked down to see him stretching you open. Your eyes widened at the sight, not necessarily because it looked like he was literally splitting you in half, but the slight bulge his massive cock presented through your lower abdomen.

"Of fuck." You whined and slumped back against him, and he laughed a bit hugging you to him. He pumped his hips up, grinding him even further into you and your nails dug in a bit into his shoulders.

"Rest back on your hands." Jongho helped maneuver you, so your palms rested on his knees, your arms behind you. This position made his cock rest in you at another new angle and his hands on you moved your hips. Your breath hitched over and over as the head brushed over a certain spot over and over. He could feel the strength leaving your arms, so he pulled you back up to rest on his chest.

"Okay, I'll take over." He assured you and, for some reason, you weren't expecting what he did next. You thought he would just thrust up into you, but instead he pulled you close and rolled you over, your back on the seat of the chair. He pressed your legs into your chest, knees to your ears, then started a quick and relentless pace. Your sanity left you and you just kept letting out high pitched whines. The chair was not a light one, but it was scraping slightly on the floor as he railed you. Luckily, the chair was some kind of fake leather because he was making a mess of you. Pretty soon you felt another orgasm rising and he just pounded you through it.

"W-wait, it's-!" You gasped, the overstimulation burning your clit.

"Just a bit-" He groaned, his voice rumbled through you and heat filled your insides as he came inside, so much that his cum spilled out from around his cock. He stayed buried as deep as he could as you both came down from your highs.

"Where next?" You couldn't believe it, but he was still rock hard inside of you. He proceeded to pick you up and fuck you against the wall. He brought you to your bedroom and took you three more times; from behind, on your back, and on your side. Your entire body was tingling, and your cunt numb, the evidence of him coming two more times spilling from your core. You lay on the bed, vibrating and staring at the ceiling. It was like you were in a different dimension, he really had fucked you stupid. While he was sure he could keep going, he knew you needed a break, so he went to get a washcloth to clean you up and you barely reacted till the towel hit your cunt. Your hips jumped and you keened, and he kissed at your collarbone till he was done. So as not to make more of a mess, he pulled a pair of boy-shorts underwear on you so his cum would stay inside you. He knew your birth control would hold steady, but seeing the white, sticky mess pooling from you nearly made him hard again.

"Daddy~" You whined when you saw him leaving and he smirked before coming back to you.

"It’s okay, petal. I'll be right back." He kissed you softly. By the time he came back after cleaning off the mess on the chair and floor, and put his underwear back on, you had drifted off, star-fished across the bed. Jongho smiled and carefully arranged you so he could pull the blanket over you. The clock read 10:57 pm, a few hours before you normally went to bed. You were already out though, so he shut the lights off and joined you. He sent a quick text to Hongjoong to let him know he wouldn't be back that night, then laid down facing you. You had curled up on your side and he faced you, bringing his hand to your cheek and stroking it.

"Jongho?" You mumbled; eyes still closed.

"Yes, petal?"

"I love you." Your voice was soft and laced with sleep.

"I love you too." He kissed your forehead, pulling you into his arms and he drifted to sleep himself, planning to never let you go.

Masterlist

#ihavethedreamies #kpop #ateez #kpop fanfic #kpop x reader #kpop smut #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez jongho #jongho smut #jongho x reader #x reader

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manicplank · 3 months

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Hygiene Headcanons

Peppino: Probably not the cleanest guy. Goes like 3 days without a shower usually. When he's depressed, it's understandably longer. Greasy, kind of a gross guy. Usually smells like pizza. Might smell lightly of a cologne since he typically wears deodorant.

Gustavo: Showers daily or every other day. He's the type of guy to wash behind his ears. Simple guy. Clean guy. Good guy.

BONUS Brick: Does not like the bath. Gustavo has to wrestle him to get him in the tub. Once he's in the tub, though, he loves playing in the water.

Mr. Stick: Showers every other day unless he's been sweaty (which isn't often bc he doesn't necessarily exercise). Puts a dab of cologne on his neck every morning.

Pepperman: Usually showers daily since he's covered in paint by the end. Doesn't technically have to use soap but probably uses a 3-in-1 shampoo-conditioner-body wash-motor oil-antifreeze. Wants to smell like AXE but ends up still smelling like a pepper (duh).

The Vigilante: Okok hear me out on this one. Based on his boss portrait, since he's covered in stickers or paper or debris or whatever tf it is, I feel like he maaaybe isn't the cleanest guy. Cowboys aren't the cleanest. As a horse girl, I can confirm, they're kinda dirty. He figures he's gonna get dirty on the farm, anyways. So he probably showers like every 3 or 4 days. Sorry, Vigi stans. Farm boys are a little gross.

The Noise: Usually every other day but it varies. If he's extra sweaty from being a goofball in a costume, he'll shower daily. If he doesn't shower, he at least washes his face. "Gotta keep that face clean for T.V.!" Might go a few days without showering if he's depressed. Hates getting in and out of the shower, but once he's in, he showers until the hot water runs out. No longer allowed to take bubble baths after he filled the entire bathroom with bubbles. (However, he wasn't this cleanly before he met Noisette. He cleaned up better when they started dating as to not scare her away, but beforehand, he was uh... not the cleanest.)

Noisette: CLEANEST PERSON IN THE TOWER. Showers daily. Shampoo, conditioner, nice scented body wash. Lotions her entire self once she's out. She washes everything from behind her ears to between her toes. Probably gets manicures and pedicures. Does Noise's nails, too. Wears a light amount of perfume. Moisturizes her face. Just a clean little lady. Smells like flowers or coffee depending on whether or not she worked in the cafe that day. Much like Noise, she also showers until the hot water runs out. Their water bill is off the charts, but he pays the bills sooo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fake Peppino: A lot like Brick, it's a battle to get him in the bath or shower. He used to be easier, but he once pulled the drain plug while in the bath and got sucked down. Poor baby was terrified. Pizzahead had to dig him out of the pipes. He now has to be supervised when in the bath, which is fine since his clothes are technically part of his body. Washing him usually makes him a little less goopy and gets rid of all the dirt that sticks to him. Prefers baths. Will stay in there until he melts. (See; frog) Then it's a battle to get him out.

Pizzaface: Despite being a machine, he's waterproofed. Relatively clean considering he was so RUDELY walked in on by Peppino before the boss fight.

Pizzahead: Second cleanest person in the tower! Showers daily but uses unscented soap. Weird that a pizza can shower, but if he gets too greasy, he gets slippery and gross. Once he's clean, he slathers himself in preservatives to stay looking young and pristine.

Pillar John: Cleans up every now and again to get the dust and dirt off. Doesn't take long. I mean, he's made of rock. Rocks don't really shower.

Gerome: LOVES long hot baths. Might even take a bubble bath. Will stay in there for hours. He even fell asleep in there once. Almost drowned. Doesn't really smell like anything since he is also made of rock.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #gustavo #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo #pillar john #pizzaface #pepperman #the vigilante #brick the rat #mr. stick

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bonefall · 7 months

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where’s that little horror piece about kits never growing up in Starclan? because I remember it so vividly but I can’t find it.

The one about Bright Stream?

Weird that it's so hard to find! It's probably because it's got such heavy tags lmao.

I really mean it though like, canon's permakitten system and the idea that Bright Stream is up there, forever taking care of fetus children who were filled by sudden knowledge and yet never grow past that point absolutely horrifies me. Jesus Christ. I don't know how anyone reads that final scene in Path of Stars and isn't filled with itching, white-hot existential dread, man.

Sometimes you just gotta write horror about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#partner and i were joking the other day about how like #they are the one known as The Horror Blogger and im the funny cat guy #because it's literally the opposite irl. you have NO idea #They are the one who is squeamish and I am the one that is like #only scared if there's 17 different kinds of existential horror #Which tbf is important in my line of work #But let me tell YOU. One thing that gets me every time? Fucked up afterlives #Probably from all the religious trauma but. Still.#''turns out your whole life is actually teetering on the precipice of a steep drop into the jaws of unknowable gods--#and their concept of omnibenevolent and omnimalevolent are self-defined''#''in death your life only has meaning to those still living and yet you're conscious to experience it''#''you will helplessly watch people you thought loved YOU reduce your memory into how you SERVED them''#''Powerless to stop it you will find that you were only valued as a tool in someone else's life''#''There is no peace in death just being tired and uncomfortable forever''#EURGH #It's why my most feared monsters are actually ghosts and vampires and certain zombies #Because it's not really about the monster it's more about what that monster implies for the afterlife #Certain zombies especially. ngl. Night of the livin dead 2 has the scariest ones ever #Intelligent. Violent. Able to FEEL themselves rotting and the only relief is to consume everything you ever loved #BRR #they did eat a bunch of cops tho so... at least they have that going for them #BONES MCRAMBLES IN THE TAGS #bone babble

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that-one-paintbrush · 17 days

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Hey, Paintbrush here!

Recently noticed that a few others at Hotel OJ have made some tumblr blogs, so I decided to as well! Welcome to my blog, all :)

I'm Paintbrush (they/them) and I've competed on three seasons of Inanimate Insanity! Season three just ended and I've just been chilling at Hotel OJ for a while. Not doing much else, so I'll probably be answering asks frequently.

Tags of interest:

#painty yapping: Paintbrush answering asks, sometimes used for reblog convos

#misc asks: Asks that don't particularly have anything to do with a plot line

#bristle blather: Asks or convos specifically related to Paintbrush's bristles

#burnt-out brush: Posts where Paintbrush aint doing so hot... also includes the mini arc where Painty ran away and Backgroundy temporarily took over answering

#magic anon: Temporary events that can be applied on the blog

#rough sketch duo: Posts that feature both Paintbrush and Animatic (from Animatic Battle), Animatic usually played by @animaticaskblog

#backgroundy: A character introduced through a magic anon event, Backgroundy is a friendly face on the wall that occasionally shows up on this blog

#flooding memories chronicles: Posts taking a dive into Backgroundy's obscure past!

#rediscovering fire chronicles: Paintbrush fire powers!! Ooooo 👻👻👻👻👻 ooooooo

#false contract chronicles: AAAAAA SPRINGYS HERE HES GONNA HIRE US ALL AAAA

#mod kit: Posts from the mod! me!!

hey, mod here! (kit, she/they)

there are a few things id like to mention:

this is my first ask blog. in the history of EVER!! so pls be patient with me

dont plan on including ships on this blog! but i dont mind ship-related asks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ please just dont be weird or mention proships

like i said, dont be weird in the asks! please no nsfw or fetish-y asks either

dont be an asshole pretty please- i dont mind jokes and sarcasm but if ur only here to be a haterade pls leave 🥺

yall can do magic anons if you want! i actually really like magic anons i think its silly...

i made the paintbrush asset myself! pls dont use it or steal it :')

i may not answer asks immediately so please be patient and dont spam or pressure me into answering! i may ignore and refuse to answer any asks if im uncomfortable as well

keep in mind some of what i say may be personal headcanons or made up on the spot! ill stick to canon as much as possible but if theres an opportunity to add a headcanon, ill likely do so

thanks for reading!

#inanimate insanity invitational #inanimate insanity #ii #ii2 #ii3 #paintbrush ii #ii paintbrush #paintbrush inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity paintbrush #not an ask #painty yapping #mod kit

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silkythewriter · 2 years

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Omg! Can you do headcanons for the hazbin boys: alastor, angel, and husk, having a major crush on reader, but not wanting to admit it? They're embarassed how bad they got it.

The hazbin boys having a major crush on the reader!

Summary!: hazbin boys: alastor, angel, and husk, having a major crush on reader, but not wanting to admit it (They're embarassed how bad they got it.)

author note: Thank you for the request anon! This is (one) of my favorite fandoms to write for! (●’◡’●)! As usual sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes or if they are OOC!

Daily song suggestion:

Warnings!:None other then flustered demon boys <3

Fandom: 🔥Hazbin hotel🔥

💵Husk🍻

Ohhhhhh shit-

“How did this even happen?!” Is all he’s thinking at this point he feels so embarrassed after realizing what’s happening

But it’s not he’s fault your smile makes him blush crazy! It’s probably just the cheap booze he’s drinking anyway! Right?……

Yea this guy in in denial big time, he just can’t rap his head around that just by your smile you already have him wrapped around your finger! This is definitely not the best look for him

He try’s pushing down the swelling feeling in his heart when he looks at you, He can barely talk to you at this point unless he’s drunk cause these feelings overwhelm the poor man

Everyone in the crew placing bets if he’ll get with you or not: E.x: “I bet 50 dollars he will!” Angel said laughing as he placed down 50 dollars

He avoids you like the plague he’s to embarrassed to even be around you, Like let’s say your in common area, He won’t step a foot into there until A,you call him out or B,you leave to go somewhere else

Alastor and angel dust tease him about it ALOT he’s throwing alcohol bottles at them just to shut them up because they talk extra loud while teasing him especially if your around

Niffty calling him out by accident 💀 Poor girl didn’t even mean to it just happened she was curious why is was so red a flustered! Wasn’t her fault he was bad at hiding things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Overall a flustered mess even worse when drunk it’s kinda easy to tell if you pay some attention to him but other then that if you don’t really look he’s way it’s kinda hard to tell

🕷Angel dust 🛍

*intense flirting increases*

He’s flooding you with complements but then adds “Only cause we’re best friends!” And then laugh it off

He’s to embarrassed to ambit that he fell for you THAT hard it’s suppose to be the other way around!

Cherry bomb has to be He’s unwanted wing man don’t get him wrong he loves her like a sister! But he’s embarrassed of her knowing how hard he fell for you

He try’s giving small hints here and there but never saying out right like for example! Giving you extra attention and complementing you more frequently, or being more clingy

He’ll be less flirty to others ( Only a small bit though) unless he’s in work cause that’s just part of the job

Would take you out to hang out with him and cherry bomb! Like to the mall, causing chaos, and other things! Of course if your up to it if not he’ll just stay home with you and chill on the couch

Gets really offensive when someone asks if he has a crush on you E.X: “hey do you have a crush on y/-“ “of course not! Why would I we are the best of pals just friends that like to cause chaos nothin more!”

I feel like he can hide it a bit better then anyone sense he’s naturally flirty to anyone to be honest so many people don’t sense anything suspicious if he does start flirting with you

I feel like he’ll unconsciously just be mor physically with you like you guys can be chilling together watching Tv and he’ll end up cuddling you when he’s asleep (probably sleep walking or something of that sorts ) so overall in a bit of denial but still leaves hints for you to pick up on!

🦌Alastor 📻

Surprisingly A bit disturbed to be honest, How in the hell did you manage to do that?

He still acts like his normal self just a bit more off around you.. E.X: you start rambling about an interest you have, Bro will listen like his life depends on it dude even makes sure his breathing isn’t loud so it doesn’t disturb your talking-

For his normal talkative self it’s quite rare to see him this dead silent is scares everyone-

He sticks by your side half of the time accompanying you to every store you go for what he says “ A gentleman normally does this!” Which is a poor excuse

People cant tell at all and even if they do who’s gonna call him out? Cause it’s sure as hell isn’t gonna be them

He has a more chill out smile when your around unlike the cheek bone hurting one he has on almost all the time

He’s little radio staff acts up when your around, so expect random love songs to play or just out right loud ear breaking static

Even if your a strong man/woman/person He’ll still be a gentleman and help with any bags, or groceries, or anything else!

He does that static thing when people start talking to you in a flirty manner or just a friendly conversation he can’t help it, it just happens

Even though his smile is usually calmer around you doesn’t mean it’s like that all the time especially if you so something cute or just out right smile somehow his smile grows even more- which is scary enough for everyone else in the room-

Overall doesn’t show it much but if you play REALLY close attention you’ll start catching on

thank you anon for the cute HC! This was very fun to write! I hope you request again! Sorry if this took long!

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myewten · 1 year

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•Hoe Phase: part 3•

This has been in the drafts for MONTHS ‘cause of school so please forgive the mediocreness

ask box desperately open pls

Implied that your shorter than them but to be fair theyre all relatively tall so ¯_(ツ)_/¯

"enough with the games and let's just get on with it, we all know where this is headed anyways" you can hear the eagerness in Sunghoon's voice and see where his eagerness was coming from when you looked at his evident hard on. to be honest you were on board with his idea, the teasing that they gave you was already enough for you to soak yourself enough to probably fit two of them in the same hole. you could also sense that the feeling was mutual across the board when you glanced at each one of your hot roommates. Heeseung hummed in agreement at Sunghoon's suggestion before asking for your opinion. "you okay with that, baby?"

"to be honest with you guys....I don't think I can wait any longer" you stood up to face them as you were confirming that you wanted this to happen. once you were blocking the tv, you turned around and bent over to take of your shorts and gave them a view of your white lacy thong. this left you in your favorite lingerie set that also happen to be your ex's favorite but then don't need to know about that for now. Jay soon stood up to take a closer look at you. he grabbed your face gently and put his fingers on your lips while his other hand snaked around your hips. "You planned this shit. Didn't you princess?"

"and if I said yes, would that be a good thing or would you punish me?"> "a good thing."

"then my answer is no."

the amusement was evident on Jay's face from your answer so he decided to test everyone's patience by putting you up for a little show. he scrunched his eyebrows at you before guiding his thumb by your lips. you decided to be good for now by opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your eyelashes due to his stature.

In romance movies, there's always something called the look of love. Jay is sure he has romantic feelings for you since the day he met you. He throws you the look of love everyday without you noticing and it pains him knowing that even now you still think the way he's looking at you is purely lust. Well I mean yes he wants to fuck you right now but he likes to believe that he's a bit better than your other admirers because he has genuine feelings for you. He also likes to lie to himself and think that he's the only man that gets to see that lustful gaze that almost made his heart and balls explode. Quite romantic indeed.

"stop hogging her so much, there's a line waiting." you didn't even realize that sunghoon got up and stood behind you. he tugged away jay's hands before turning your body to face him and dive his face into the crook or your neck in order to trail kisses on the barren expanse as he whispers his sweet nothings. “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

your knees almost give out if it weren’t for the two men holding and feeling your body up while trapping and almost obscuring the view of you from the two men still sitting on the couch. you gave into jay’s eyes as you feel his hand trail to your ass and slowly hike up your skirt. all while sunghoon continues to leave marks on your barren neck with his sharp canines, making sure that you wouldn’t be able to erase the memory of his touch for a while.

jay takes a hold of your lips by connecting it with his slightly chapped ones in a passionate blaze. the feeling of the hands and lips of the men that you’ve lusted over all over you sent a gush of arousal to your core. you suddenly felt another hand crawl up your torso in order to play with your breasts through your bra. your back arches and you lean onto jay’s chest as you feel sunghoon’s sharp nails pull down the garment and play with your sensitive nipples.

you felt another gush of arousal hit you as you looked in your peripheral and saw the enticing sight of jake palming himself and heeseung clenching his jaw from trying to hold back in doing the same. a guilty feeling washed over you as you felt you weren’t giving the other two the attention that they truly deserved so you decided to take the matters into your own hands.

“wait.” you pull away from jay’s hungry lips and pull yourself away from the two parks and make your way to the center and in front of the two men. you slowly slip off your bra before walking towards jake and taking your rightful seat right on his lap (bulge) with his hands automatically going to grab your ass and pull it apart to show the view to the rest of the men.

grinding on jake’s bulge made him let out a groan that low-key irritated the rest of your awaiting lovers in envy. your patience wears thin and you reach down to access jake’s pants but his hands stops you before you could. “let me taste you first sweetheart.” he gently gets up and lifts you before putting you down to lay on the couch and gets into his desired position right between your legs. “always wondered what you’d taste like against my tongue”

like a starved man, jake dives into your pussy through your translucent panties to put his lips on your clit to suck up your arousal. and that was enough to distract you from the peering eyes of your lovers and the fact that sunghoon found his way to you. “mind helping me here, pretty?” you don’t respond but instead pull down his sweats and underwear in one go to reveal his desperate leaking cock that almost hit your face. pale, long, pink tip, and trimmed; just as you’d expect of sunghoon. If you weren’t already drooling from jake’s ministrations towards your poor pussy then you certainly would’ve with the delicious sight of your annoying roommate’s beautiful cock.

“stop gawking and open you’re mouth, slut.” in an instant, you follow the boy’s command but not before trailing kisses along his length and gently sucking the pre-cum that escaped his pinkish tip; lightly teasing him and looking up at the desperate man through your lashes. you felt him take ahold of your hair and you get the signal to finally take the rest of him into your mouth. you were too distracted by the taste of him and the feeling of jake adding his wonderful fingers into his arsenal in attacking your pussy that you don’t hear heeseung get up to go to his room in urgency and jay touching himself to the view of your beauty.

a spawn of asmodeus, he was sure you weren’t human with the way you’ve entranced him and his friends. you were a demon he could not reject nor deny his lust for. you release sunghoon from your mouth due to the oncoming orgasm that was generously provided by jake. eyes rolled to the back of your head and the filthy noise that came out of your swollen lips almost made jay and sunghoon cum on the spot. meanwhile jake was burying his face in between your legs again due to shame; let’s just say he needed some time to get things up and running once again.

having taken pity on you (and so he doesn’t end up like jake) sunghoon decides to let you breathe for a minute. not until heeseung comes back with a bottle of lube at hand.

this was gonna be a long night.

taglist: @parkhonnie @lix-freckle3 @yoswagmuffin @mxlkywxy05 @muffinminnie @enhasengene @heeyounext @arizejkt19 @nshmrys @happyasakura @wonsieur @zerasari @naruyana @rayaa27 @bwljules @enhalomlko @jeondolly @chimchimooo73 @urm0msh0use @sunghoonsblackgf @ayoo-bangtan @spiralingnino

#enhypen smut #smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #sunghoon smut #jake smut #jay smut #heeseung smut

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