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hoseoksluna · 3 months

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WINE | jjk

pairing: fuck buddy!jungkook x f. reader

genre: smut

word count: 4.7k

summary: both of you have a party to go to, but jungkook makes you needy again.

playlist: it's jeon time / pinterest board: wine

warnings: forced drinking, neck kissing, dom/sub dynamics, use of pet names and one particular title <3, degradation and praise, reader has daddy issues (like the writer), sensual dancing, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, squirting, rough sex, plushie used during intercourse, hair pulling, jungkook needing to be in control, the importance of dom/sub role-play being just a role-play and not extending past the sex practice, aftercare

note: this was meant to be a fluff fic with jimin but then jungkook x calvin klein happened and i was fucked. my libido was awakened by that man, my ovulation triggered by his seductiveness and fucking godly beauty. this might be tmi, but i genuinely felt turned on while writing this, so i hope you enjoy. my bestie who always reads my work first said that my jungkook fics are vastly different from the ones with other members, and i agree. the sole reason behind it is the simple fact that jungkook owns my sexuality. so, yeah. please, show some love in the comments. happy reading!!

side note: HAPPY BDAY HOBI ᡣ𐭩

“A bit tipsy, aren’t we?”

You’re twirling. Twirling in golden circles as the late afternoon sunset traces the curves of your figure with its fingers, giving willingly a brisk dose of vigor to the movement as your delicately tousled curls spin around you. The warm light hits the shimmer on the highest points of your cheeks—coalesces with the glitter and you smile at the sun, fluttering your eyes shut. The ardent giggle spilling out of the mouth of your close friend is the music you dance to, and it helps your smile to grow in width.

You have somewhere to be. Both of you do. But you deem this is more important—it is your pregame after all, even though the wine glass in your hand is empty. Small drops of the white nectar make traces on the parquet floor, leaving behind the evidence of your joy, light as a feather somewhere within you.

Freshly showered, Jungkook watches the show you put on for him. With one shoulder, he leans against the large wardrobe and rolls his sleeves upwards on his forearms, wrists adorned with golden bracelets that tinkle with each effort. He does it slowly, blindly. Prefers to focus on you, and not on the task he’s done too many times. You face him, aware of his warm gaze, and you lean your glass towards his chest, tilting your head to the side.

“Barely,” you say. “Had one glass. Have another one with me?”

Jungkook smiles fondly, dropping his eyes to his wrists as he fixes the stacking of the thick gold. The cherry wood accentuates his countenance in a way that magnetically pulls you closer to him. Your legs act on their own, feet making their way to his. Something about the way they are shod in shiny dress shoes and yours are bare, toenails painted in cotton candy pink, drives a certain scarlet hue to go mad upon your dew-kissed face. Or maybe it’s the fact you two fucked hardly an hour ago that does it. You’ve always liked the scene, in which you’re naked and he’s fully dressed. Or it’s your ever persistent daddy issues and your obsession with Lolita. Maybe it’s a mixture of both.

You notice a ring on his pinky finger as he sweeps his ebony hair back. It wasn’t there when he had those digits wrapped around your throat in missionary. You take his inked hand to get a closer look, noticing the engraving of his last name. His father must have the same one. You caress it with your thumb. Its yellow gleam seeps into your skin—illuminates you and envelops you in its aura, fixing a heavenly halo above your head. You find yourself smiling when you look up at him and find that he’s been gazing down at you the whole time, his very own angel.

“If I were to have a glass of wine with you,” he mutters, and the mischievous twinkle that appears in his eyes excites you in a way that angels shouldn’t be provoked. “Then, there would be no party to go to.”

You know what he means, but you play dumb. You want to hear him say it.

“How so?” you ask and you widen your eyes softly to appear more alluring. You’re not sure if your body would handle another round, but you do enjoy the teasing—you enjoy the talk, the chase, the fuzzy feelings in your tummy.

Jungkook straightens and reaches for the bottle on the coffee table four steps away from you. Sinks the body of the glass onto his palm, pouring a good amount of the liquid inside. Nibbles his bottom lip as he stalks towards you, handing you the nectar, although he doesn’t let go. Your fingers wrap around his and it’s him who does the first move—lifting his arm to tilt the glass to your mouth. He’s gentle, a safe distance away to watch his whimsy unfold, but firm. He doesn’t lower his hand until the spillage of the gilded liquid trickles down your throat. Only then does he chuckle, setting the glass down. Satisfied.

Dizziness stirs your mind and you hardly have time to take a breather before Jungkook latches his mouth onto your wine-stained neck, tongue coming out to play—cleaning you up in figure eights that cause you to roll your eyes back. The ends of your curls tickle the back of his hand as he brushes his fingers along the dip of your spine, the skin bare in the open back of your knitted dress—made perfect for his sly touches.

He doesn’t press you against his body when he begins to suck on your neck; he still keeps the distance. Perhaps to make you needy, perhaps to make you ask for more. And it’s working, the magnetic pull does its thing once more and you roll your chest against his, aching to fit in the spaces of his figure that you know full well are there for you to hide in. Your nipples perk up at the slight attention, and electrifying sparks glide down the perimeters of your form in a way that you wish his hands would.

Absentmindedly, you touch them and Jungkook notices as he switches to the other side of your neck, the more sensitive one, the one that always leaves you dripping with your essence. You let him know, vocally, how much you like him there, and the sounds of pleasure you utter into his ear force him to pull out his phone from his pocket, steal your hand from your breast and place it in your palm.

He withdraws with a pop, plump lips coming to trace the shell of your ear. “I think we need some music,” he whispers, fingers skimming the curve of your ass. “Can you play some? Can you do that for me?”

Oh, that degradation kink of his. He knows he flung you out of his world into a pretty pink planet somewhere out there in the universe with that skilled tongue of his. He knows how dumb you get when horniness flushes your body with heat—he knows it intimately, for he’s the one who fucks you, the one you give yourself to when you blossom with the need to do so. He’s the one who opens the petals one by one, never to tear them, but to smell them, kiss them, hover them over the tender skin of his face just to be close to you. He knows you and he knows how to play with you just how you like it.

And you like to get into this state of mind. You like to be degraded, even though you’ll never admit it. You particularly like to get degraded by Jungkook.

Because of that reason, he likes to awaken it in you, beckon it to come out. How he found out is beyond your understanding. You reckon he sensed it while having your orgasms in his control. Somewhere in that dynamic, he found a little nook of a library and its contents fell into his grasp when he sank his fingers inside of you. All he had to do was read. And, also, listen.

Your bodily and vocal reactions didn’t protest.

You can’t even see his lockscreen, the numbers as you type in his mother’s birthday because Jungkook begins to toy with your earlobe, nibbling at the flesh ever so slightly. The pleasure, the wine getting into your head—it’s all suddenly too much. Paradoxically, you find the app somehow without looking out of a habit you learned throughout the months you’ve been casually seeing him, for Jungkook never fucks without his ‘It’s Jeon Time’ sex playlist. And he always wants you to pick out the first song.

It impacts what he does to you later.

You scroll and you tap on a random song.

No BS by Chris Brown.

You return the phone and Jungkook begins to pepper soft kisses on your throat, pocketing the device. A sudden throbbing on your bundle of nerves makes you tenderly whine and in your head, you curse him out for making you needy again. He pretends not to hear you, making a way to your chin. He kisses it. Ghosts his lips over yours, puckers them to tease you and hums in appreciation for the song. You grab him everywhere you can. Hair, neck, shoulders. Squeezing. As if he hadn’t fucked the soul out of you earlier. As if you weren’t spent. And he just laughs.

No matter how soft the sound is, it forces all of the peach fuzz on your body to rise.

Oh, you’ve made him horny. You’re fucked.

No party for you.

“Good little girl,” he coos, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush to his body. The praise before the degradation—the calm before the storm. “Can always expect the best from you. You never fail to please me.”

His hardness greets you first, pressed torturously against your mound. You mewl at the feeling, but he silences you. His lips are second to say a playful hello as they delve into a firm kiss, hand grasping your hair in his fist. He inhales against you and before the two of you know it, you’re moving your bodies to the slow, sensual rhythm of the song. Jungkook kisses you again, parts your lips with his and slips his tongue inside.

Just to taste you, briefly.

He spins you around.

Towering over you, he wraps his arms around your middle and sways with you, pushing your hair to one side, so he can focus on your neck once more. Gliding his lips up and down your neck, nose nuzzling into the safe space there near your ear, he inhales again, your scent being the translucent ship that gets him to heavenly places he dreams of every now and then. He guides you with his hips, needing to be in control of everything, even of something as insignificant as a simple, intimate dance. You love it, you could never get enough of it. The stability being the foundation that holds it is what attracts you to it, the stability that you never had, the one that your inner child deserves.

Palms flat on your tummy, Jungkook drifts them down and stops at your hips, fingers reaching your mound.

“Those hips will be the death of me,” he murmurs, caressing your sides while continuing guiding you, pressing you just right against his prominent length. “Did you really expect me not to get hard seeing you dance like that?”

You bite your lip, furrowing your eyebrows, rotating your hips to the chorus of the song, head empty.

Jungkook grunts. The sound intoxicates you even more.

“My princess doesn’t really know what she’s doing to me, does she?” He hooks his fingers under the hem of your dress. “Too horny, too needy to think, hm?”

Shamelessly, you nod. “Want you again. Want to feel you inside of me.”

Jungkook hums, then breaks into a gentle laughter. Lifts your garment and lets his fingers roam on your clothed folds, the white fabric drenched in your dewiness—pellucid enough to show the beauty of your flesh.

Aware of how wet you are, he clicks his tongue. “You filthy girl, how many times do I have to fuck you in order for you to have enough?”

You grow silent. Brimming with a woozy desire, you opt to grind your ass against him again. Your brain cannot come up with any smart answer that would please him, so this is the best you could do. Jungkook curses under his breath, leans back to watch you. He meets each and every movement of your hips and completes them, creating waves that spur the butterflies in your belly to life.

“Filthy”—He spanks you—“Fucking”—Another spank—“Girl.”

Knees bent, Jungkook grinds against your core, cutting short your hissing. He turns you around and bends you against the wardrobe, places your hands flat on the cherry wood. Takes off your panties swiftly and lets them pool by your ankles. Spanks you below your ass cheek, moaning at the lift and ripple of your plumpness. Does it again on the other one, letting out a sound that makes your dewiness, similarly like the wine down the sides of your neck, leak and stick to your inner thighs. Something between a dark chuckle, a moan and a purr of endearment.

“What am I to do with such a greedy girl like you?” he says, fingers tracing each curve of your ass to etch the memory of it deeper into his brain. “You deserve to be fucked like this. Mercilessly, for my pleasure. Like the little slut you are. But I’ll be good to you.”

He pushes your left inner thigh, guiding you to spread your legs. Cups your pussy, digits spreading your essence all over you.

“I’ll be good to you because you just can’t help it, can you? Poor little baby is just a slut for this cock.”

You mewl at his words, but then you discover that he didn’t lubricate your cunt for you, but for himself.

You yelp when you feel his tongue right there on the softness of your inner thigh, licking up a stripe to drink you. You didn’t expect him to do it so quickly and your whines increase in volume when Jungkook buries his head in your pussy, the deft muscle swirling around your pulsating bundle, licking between your folds and teasing around your hole. You push your hips back, wanting him there more than ever, but he spanks you, bites your flesh before he soothes the pain with his kisses. Big kisses as he calls them, the ones with full tongue. The nasty, the dirty. Big kisses for big girls with experience—those he teaches.

Jungkook stands up and wraps his fingers around your jawline, holding you like that as he draws closer to your ear.

“Looks like you can’t go out with your little pussy wet like that and those pretty panties soiled like they are, can you?” He turns your head so you look at him and you let him see your star-filled eyes, damp with the cosmos. “What would they think of you?”

“Koo,” you cry out.

He purrs in mock sympathy. “I left you alone for what, half an hour? And your pussy is needy again. That’s not right, is it? You should stop and think about this. Daddy’s not fixing it for you.”

As if he hadn’t spoken a word, he sinks his fingers inside of you. Middle and ring. Jackhammers them until you scream, then he pulls them out and spanks your pussy once, twice. With all four of his digits, he rubs the entirety of your femininity, sloppily and rapidly, the drops of your essence joining the company of the drying wine on the parquet floor. You’re seeing white, your orgasm inches away from you.

“Jungkook, please, don’t stop—” Your mouth rounds, voice breaks into a moan. “I’m gonna come, please, please—”

He withdraws his fingers. Entire body, too. Like a starved animal, head tipped low, he stares you down.

You struggle to catch your breath, swallowing dryly, leaning your head against your forearms.

“You said—you said you’d be good to me,” you croak out, throat dry, eyes lidding, mind absolutely fucked out.

“I am.”

The meaning of his words eludes you, but you soon forget about thinking when he licks his fingers clean. Wraps those pretty, puffy pillows around his slender fingers and sucks them. Then, he undoes the few buttons left of his ebony shirt, slowly and precisely. You clench around nothing, walls pressing together tightly. You’d slip a finger inside if you weren’t holding the side of the wardrobe for dear life.

“Get on the bed, now,” he orders. “Leave the dress on. Panties, too. I’ll show everyone how much of a little slut you are.”

Without a second thought, you do as he says.

You sit down on the edge of the bed and spread your legs as wide for him as the undergarment enfolding your thighs allows you, the ivory material pulled taut—your dewiness on show. Jungkook walks into the room like he has all the time in the world, like you aren’t gripping the flesh of your sides in order not to touch yourself. His shirt is fully unbuttoned now and the fabric lets you see a slither of his defined abdomen and fine black pubic hair peeking out of his Calvins due to how low his slacks are fixed on his hips. You lick your lips, dig half-moons into your skin until your knuckles turn white.

You need him. You need him so much that tears pool within the cosmos of your eyes.

“If only they were to see you right now,” he mutters. “So desperate for me. It’s too bad only I get to see you like this, isn’t it?”

He worsens your desire with that mouth of his. It’s extreme. You scratch your nails down your thighs to relieve yourself at least a little bit.

Fists on each side of you, Jungkook leans towards you. His simple gold chain swings in your face and you bite your lip to keep your needy mewls at bay.

“Am I talking to myself?”

You shake your head ‘no’.

“Did you forget how to talk?” He cocks his eyebrow.

“I need you so bad. I can’t take it anymore,” you whine out, the best your brain could muster.

Jungkook puckers his lips at you in feigned sympathy again and you expect the worst to come out of his mouth, but he surprises you when he says, “what do you want me to do to you?”

You gasp almost soundlessly. Your heart skips in your chest happily. Fire of the starlight shines in your eyes and a brand new flush finds its way to your cheeks, hotter than the one from earlier when you were dancing with the sun. Before you can think you answer through, it slips out of you.

“Lick my pussy, please.”

Jungkook smirks and the blush of roses smears across his cheeks and nose as well. He wipes at his mouth as if your answer made him drool—cuts the anticipation and kneels down at the bed, pushing your legs back.

“Who am I to deny you?”

The butterflies within your tummy go berserk.

Tongue flat, he licks up your cunt. Over and over, lapping up your wetness, moaning, seizing your girlishness and rolling it over in his mouth. You tip your head back between your shoulder blades and your arms begin to shake, holding all of your weight. Like you were previously grinding against him, you do the same movement now into his face. Recreate the waves as he rides his tongue against your clit.

He stops when you catch his gaze.

You cry out for him, bucking your hips. He shakes his head, eyes never leaving yours. His puffy lips glint in the dimmed light, the sun rays seconds away from saying their final goodbye.

“Needy little whore.”

Jungkook flicks at your little seashell, wraps those pillows around the muscle out of habit, but decides against it. Denies you the pleasure, knows too well you come too quickly from the suction. Decides to flutter his tongue instead, the pressure light, making you tremble like a butterfly wing. Retracts. Starts the torture again, alternating between light and hard. Fucks with your brain. Fucks with you.

“This feels too good, Daddy, oh my god.”

You watch him at work, mouth parted open, sounds of gratification coming out freely. He’s never done this to you before. It’s new, it’s different and it feels otherworldly; it feels like he’s transporting you back to pink planet again. The faint pleasure, the build up, the hard intensity at last before he starts again. He pins your hips down to prevent you from getting ahead, lidded eyes zeroing on yours, and the cord in your belly tightens. You near to the edge, gusts of gasps and ragged breaths flowing out of your mouth.

“I’m coming, Daddy, I’m coming, oh fuck.”

The harsh light of stars comes down slowly upon your eyesight. You’re almost there. You roll your hips to meet his tongue one last time, despite the deathly grip he has on your hip bones, but he lifts his head. Rips the orgasm away from you.

“No.” He wipes his mouth with his hand.

Your vision blurs and frustration burns you hot.

“What?”

“You’re not coming.”

You stare at him, eyelashes flittering. At loss for words.

“We have a party to go to, don’t we?”

You scrunch up your eyebrows. You thought you weren’t going anywhere?

“And if you’re good, I’ll think about letting you come tonight.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Close it before I fuck it.”

He cups your chin, closing it for you. Wraps his fingers around your throat and pushes you back on the mattress. Your hair fans all around you and you hold your clothed breasts for emotional support, your brain not really registering that you’re getting fucked and that you’re not allowed to cum. You sob tearlessly at his cruelty, lifting your head to look at him.

Jungkook unzips his slacks. Doesn’t bother to lower them, only pulls out his heavy length out of the tight confines of his boxers. His precum shines prettily on his mushroom and he spreads it all around him, jacking himself off, grunting, groaning, throwing his head back. All while being completely ignorant to your inner turmoil.

“Look at what you’ve done to me,” he whispers, letting go of his cock to show you just how hard he is.

Your head spins. His tip reaches his belly button and the thickness of his shaft obscures most of his pubic hair. You moan, aching to have him inside of you. Feel your slick trickle down onto the bedding.

“So hot,” you say, lifting your eyes to catch him focused on the reactions painted on your face with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth, chest heaving quickly. “You’re so beautiful.”

Abruptly, Jungkook flops you onto your stomach. Crawls over you. Straddles you. Veiny forearms, partly shielded by the waterfall of your hair, come to stay on either side of your head.

He reaches for the white bunny plushie resting against the pillows and hands him to you. Brushes your hair away from your face to whisper into your ear, “you better hold onto him.”

You clutch him to your chest and bury your face in his soft fur.

“Remember the rule?” he asks and you feel him drag the tip of his cock down the line of your ass—you feel him stop at your tight hole.

Your breath shakes. “I can’t come.”

Body reacting on its own, hips lifting, you allow him to glide down to your pussy.

Jungkook hums in appreciation. “That’s right. Look at you, so good for me already.”

He chuckles darkly and you hate your life.

“You only know how to behave yourself when you want to come, don’t you? Such a slut.”

He punctuates his sentence by sheathing himself inside of you. You grip your plushie tight, groaning into his fur. He does it all in one go, not stopping once to let you adjust around him. He huffs against your hair, mocks your sound, eyelashes fluttering at your tightness, mouth agape. It’s otherworldly how he fits. It’s otherworldly how you can make out his expression, how you see it clearly behind your closed eyelids—how him mocking you and imitating you makes you drip even more, the lewdness of your juices encouraging him to go balls-deep.

He rams into you.

You scream into the bunny.

He rams into you in staccatos, the headboard of the bed colliding over and over again into the wall. Swift jerks. Hard.

You feel so full.

“Slutty fucking pussy,” he whispers, gathers all of your hair into his fist and pulls your head back. Begins to fuck you evenly, picking up the pace. “So tight around Daddy, fuck.”

You must be floating. Somewhere out there within that pink planet. All your surroundings are bleary, distorted, but so vibrant. Just as your hair is pulled back so are your wings retracted in the same way, held by your captor. You feel his lips at your temple, parted, breath hot and heavy. You can’t even hear yourself amidst your pleasure and his, but somehow—all of a sudden—you hear the voice of your favorite singer echoing in the living room.

Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys.

Little by little, you feel yourself returning back to planet Earth. Drool wets the corners of your mouth and you don’t have the strength to wipe it off, focusing all of your strength on stalling your orgasm, the voice of your beloved Alex pushing against you in a fight.

Jungkook lets go of your hair, but wraps the same arm around your shoulders, plushie and neck, his weight coming on top of yours. Continues to slam into you without any care of the world, heedless of the way you’re fighting for your life.

“If I’m not mistaken, this is your song, baby, isn’t it?” he breathes into your ear, slowing down his pace, hips rocking against you to the rhythm.

You sob at the mercy, the ferocity of your incoming orgasm dwindling away.

That is until he starts pounding you into the mattress again.

You scream out. White vision begins to chase you again, the cord tightening in your full lower tummy.

“Jungkook, please, I can’t—I can’t—”

He grunts at your helplessness, hand gripping your mouth. Pace so fast your head knocks back into his shoulder.

“You can take it. It’s your song.” He squeezes your cheeks. Grinds his hips slowly. You roll your eyes back, feeling him nudge your cervix.

He begins to kiss along your jawline, your earlobe, the contours of the shell. You do the same, peppering kisses upon his forearm as your position allows you.

“We could be together, if you wanted to,” he huffs the lyrics into your ear, just for you to hear.

The cord snaps.

Wetness gushes out of you; a sweet stream of your dewiness forces him to pull out of you—and your wet orgasm triggers his. He paints your open back white with his hot spurts of cum, sealing you, completing you. Jacks himself off with one hand while the other rubs your pussy, spanking it. You’re squirming, screaming, the orgasm long and so intense that you don’t even know where you are. Jungkook fingers you with three digits and coaxes another surge out of you. Slacks destroyed, dress soiled, bodies spent—your screams silent.

He caresses the roundness of your ass to calm you down.

“Breathe for me, baby,”

You try, but you can’t.

Too exhausted.

You feel him leave, but in a moment you sense the mattress dipping beside you. The coldness of wet wipes on your skin, getting rid of the evidence of his pleasure. The warmth of his thumb on the tear-stained skin under your eyes as he turns you to your side.

A glass of cold water is in his hand. You suddenly feel parched. His touch brought your senses back to you.

“Sit up.”

You finish the glass in gulps. Some of it leaks down your throat. Jungkook smirks.

“Well done.”

You hug your plushie tighter. “I’m sorry for coming.”

Jungkook caresses your hair. You’re sitting on your legs while he’s standing by the side of the bed. Running his fingers through your disheveled, ruined curls.

“I fucked you that hard on purpose,” he murmurs, curling a strand of hair behind your ear, finger coming to a stop at the beginning of the line of your jaw. “It was my intention to make you come.”

You lean into his touch. Kiss the edge of his palm. Drowsy, droopy eyes still bearing into his.

“Like I said. You did well.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Arms up.”

He takes off your dress and slinks your arms through the sleeves of his black shirt that he had discarded while fucking you. Your eyelids are shut when he lays you down on the cold side of the bed, tucking you in, and you’re halfway through the footpath to your pink planet when he promises, “I’ll make it up to you about that party.”

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jeonqbunny · 7 months

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do it slowly

suguru geto x f!reader smut ♡

summary: your childhood friend suguru geto comes home for summer break after 2 long years of being away at college <3

content warning: soft dom!suguru x sub!f!reader, smut, porn w a plot, hair pulling, oral m!receiving, unprotected sex (he pulls out), uses of petnames (pretty girl, sweetheart, princess), biker suguru implied, quite a bit of fluff included.

word count: 6.1k (yappatron 6000 jesus christ </3)

today is my bday and i rlly hate this, but it took me so mf LONG to write.

about a year and a half have passed since you last saw suguru; the heat of the summer bringing back childhood memories of you two playing outside, be it in the trees around your house or running through the sprinklers in the lawn. you can’t help but sigh lightly, you miss him. he went out of state for college after graduation while you decided to stay back at home with your parents, it’s been lonely without him.

despite the air conditioner going full blast your forehead is still damp from the humid air of summer, reminding you of a fan you have on your desk that you could probably bring over to your bed. sitting up, you feel the immediately recognizable buzz of your phone on your thigh as you quickly snatch it up and see you have a text. it’s from satoru.

your prior mission of using the fan completely slipped your mind as you swiped the notification away rather quickly, readjusting yourself to lay down before opening it. your eyes narrowed at the message, your nerves immediately rising to the ceiling and beyond. “suguru is coming back for summer break?” you asked yourself out loud, chewing on the tip of your index finger as you reread the text over and over again. it was exciting, to say the least. seeing him again this soon was not something you exactly expected, but you weren’t complaining.

you read further to find out satoru was going to host a surprise “welcome home” party for him. this didn’t surprise you, though. satoru is suguru’s bestfriend, and ever since he left it’s just been you and him. the idea of all of you being back together again excited you, and you were curious to see how much suguru has grown. if he aged even half as well as satoru did, then he would be more than a little attractive.

you replied to satoru, informing him that you would be attending and helping him set up for it. after all, suguru was your beloved friend too. though you haven’t seen him since he left, unlike satoru who flew out quite often to see him with his daddy’s money. the last you heard, suguru had a girlfriend and was doing very well in his studies.

you got ready to head over to satoru’s place to set up for suguru’s surprise party, picking up streamers and other corny party decorations on your way. you walked up to satoru’s front door, pretty much buried in all the decorations you bought as you struggled to hold yourself upwards. you let out an annoyed grunt at how long satoru took to open the door before you finally heard the door unlock and fling open. there he stood, his tall lanky figure resting against the door frame with an amused grin pulling at his lips.

“wow, you look like you’re really struggling there y/n.” he chuckled deeply, reaching forward and grabbing a couple boxes before stepping to the side to allow you space to enter his house. you let out a relieved huff when you set it all down on the table, finally being able to stand up straight. you glared at the snowy haired man, the urge to slap his cocky ass grin off of his face nearly consuming your entire being, but you decided on mercy.

“so what kind of party is this gonna be anyway? just a kick back with all of our friends or are you going to be extra like you always are?” you queried with a mocking tone, your gaze fixing up into satoru’s cerulean eyes through your eyelashes.

satoru simply reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, a weak smile plastered on his glossy lips. “of course it’s going to be extra. you already know i wouldn’t have it any other way.” he snickered, his large hand coming up to his mouth in a mischievous manner. you couldn’t do anything but sigh and laugh along while shaking your head. the time passed quicker than you thought, the house slowly becoming decorated with balloons and streamers along with letters that spelled out “welcome home suguru” along the wall.

as the time draws near, you can’t help but chew the edges of your fingers a little raw in nervousness and anticipation to see suguru again. satoru catches this and smacks your hand away from your mouth, “you know suguru doesn’t like you doing that. stop it. go get a drink or something if you’re really that nervous…” he trails off with a look of ‘oh shit’ forming across his face, prompting a look of curiosity and confusion from you as you sneakily try to nibble a bit more on your pinky, eliciting another smack from him as a slight yelp fell from your lips.

“why’d you get all cold when you mentioned the drinks?” you ask, reeling slightly from the smack he laid on your hand. satoru sighs and ruffles his snowy shaggy hair in an exasperated fashion, “i forgot the damn drinks.” he grumbles lowly, his bright blue eyes shifting to the floor in disappointment. you stood there, absolutely dumbfounded by his utter stupidity.

“how the hell do you forget the drinks for a party?” you exclaim in a tone laced with annoyance and panic. “i don’t know! i just got lost in everything i guess.” he scraped the back of his neck in embarrassment for a moment before turning to you with a confident grin on his face. “look, can you go run out and buy a couple cases of beer or something?” he says, rustling around in his pocket before tossing his wallet at you. “nuh uh, no. i don’t wanna miss suguru’s arrival, someone else can go.”

“you and i are the only people who can drive here, plus what kind of host would i be if i were gone when he arrived? anyway, he won’t be here for like another thirty minutes. just don’t drag your ass and you’ll be fine.” he spits back in an irritated manner before you begrudgingly grab his wallet from where it landed beside you on the couch and head out to your car.

the drink run goes smooth enough, but then you hit traffic on your way back. shit. you are going to be late. the idea of being late because of satoru’s horrible planning only pissed you off even more. “how does that little idiot always convince me to do the work for him?” you sighed out loud, your hand reaching up to tug at your hair as the situation fully settled in. you tap at your steering wheel eagerly, your eyes rolling into your skull as you sit completely still in traffic. after a while of sitting and plotting satoru’s death, the cars finally started rolling. but by then it was already too late, the party had started well over fifteen minutes ago and suguru was most definitely already there.

you pulled up to satoru’s party, the street and driveway already significantly more filled than it was when you left. that’s when you saw it, a sleek black motorcycle sitting in the open garage. it caught your eye, and you were growing more curious to know who it belonged to as you wobbled your way to the door. you lugged the packs of alcohol up the small stairway leading to the front door, your arms struggling to reach the handle under the weight of the bags hanging off of them.

finally, you managed to get the door open with a loud grunt and a deep breath following in your wake. you panted a bit, your chest heaving as you carried the heavy load of alcohol to the kitchen. you tossed them on the counter not so carefully, desperate to get the heavy weight off of your arms. you hissed, sucking in air through your teeth as you rubbed at your arms for a bit of comfort.

you were busy soothing the ache in your arms when a familiar voice called your name from behind you. you immediately pivoted on your foot and spun yourself around to see a very tall suguru. you immediately pulled him in for a hug, holding onto him tightly as you rocked on your heels in excitement. he cackled under his breath, a dramatic ‘oof’ catching in his throat from your tight embrace. still, he returned the embrace just as tightly.

soon enough, you pulled away from the hug and shot him a look of amazement. his dark jett black hair now reached down past his mid back, and it was tied messily into a half up half down bun. it was quite the dramatic change in contrast to when you last saw him. his demeanor even felt the slightest bit different, and you couldn't quite place your finger on it. as you were lost in the view that was suguru geto, you felt your face heat up immediately as his lips formed a knowing smile. you knew you were caught checking him out, and you weren't exactly sure what to say in that very moment.

“you look good, y/n. i’m happy to see you again after so long, seems you’ve grown too.” he remarked breathlessly, his dark obsidian eyes grazing over your figure with the same amazement you looked at him with. you nodded to his statement, your eyes fluttering slightly as you offered him a polite smile.

“yeah, not as much as you though, clearly.” you muttered back, gesturing to his height with your arms in a teasing manner. he chuckled at your response, reaching forward to ruffle your hair with his hand. “why were you late? satoru said you were gettin’ drinks?” he quizzed gently, his voice low and smooth like honey and it was enough to make you feel like you were going to melt. you nodded your head in response, carping about how satoru forgot to buy drinks. he shook his head, tsking with a weak smile as his eyes remained fixed on you. “sounds like satoru, dude would lose his head if it wasn’t attached.” he quipped in a defeated tone, before your conversation was oh so rudely interrupted by satoru. “speak of the devil.” you muttered in annoyance, reluctantly pulling him in for a side hug as your gaze remained on suguru.

satoru chortled, his blue eyes rolling as he pulled you in a bit tighter, giving you one more extra affectionate squeeze before letting you out of his grasp. “i told ya to not drag your ass y/n, don’t be angry at me.” he shrugged, his face plastered with the mundane shit eating grin he normally wore. you simply crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, turning back to pour yourself a cup of liquor to ease your nerves as suguru and satoru chatted it up.

you sipped slowly, your face turning in with disgust at the taste before nudging satoru on the shoulder. “i don’t want this, you have it.” you requested in a dramatically appalled voice, holding the red solo cup out for him to grab. satoru didn’t hesitate in the slightest, shrugging before throwing his head back and gulping it down with ease. the idea of doing it yourself making your stomach turn as you shivered at the thought.

suguru looked over satoru for a moment, but his gaze was primarily fixed on you. after nearly 2 years, you grew taller, your body grew to be womanly, and your voice even lowered a bit. it was quite a lot to take in, especially after not seeing you for what felt like so long. the house was buzzing with chatter and music, the smell of sweat and alcohol filling the air from all the people gathered around to celebrate suguru’s return. your eyes met suguru’s again, your breath hitched in your throat and the pounding in your chest made you a bit nervous. you weren’t entirely sure exactly why you felt the way you felt.

maybe it was the fact that you were seeing him again for the first time in two years. or maybe, it was just the way he looked now. it had you astonished, for lack of better words. not once within your ten years of friendship did you see him like that, but the way he looked at you with his nihilistic smile made that change in an instant. you were lost in thought before satoru nudged your arm, pointing at the crowd that was dancing; with an irritated looking suguru in his grasp. you nodded, waving them off to go have fun as you turned on your heels to exit out of the garage door. you drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily to gather your thoughts and calm your breathing.

that’s when you saw it again, a black motorcycle standing on it’s peg in front of your eyes. you stepped closer, observing it in curiosity of whose it could be to be sitting in satoru’s garage. you continued looking at it, checking for any signs of it being someone you know. and just as you were about to give up, suguru entered the dimly lit garage with a bashful smile gracing his lips.

“i see you found my bike, it’s nice huh?” he revealed that it was his bike, and it made your head spin in perplexity. just who was suguru now? “i- yeah actually it is nice. i didn’t know you rode one until now.” you admitted in a breathless mumble, your eyes darting between him and his bike. “your girlfriend into biker guys or what?” you puzzled playfully, fully unaware of what he was about to tell you.

“satoru didn’t tell you?” he laughed out loud, his large hands tucking into his pockets as he took a few steps closer to you and his bike. “we broke up, i found out she cheated on me a couple months ago.” he informed simply, his lips pursing into a thin line as he looked you up and down. well fuck, that’s awkward. you sighed in response, resting your hand on his shoulder briefly before letting your arm fall back down to your side.

“i’m sorry, satoru doesn’t tell me much about you these days so..” you looked up at him and smiled sheepishly, an apologetic look written all over your features. he shook his head, pulling his hand out of his pocket and wrapping his arm around your shoulder reassuringly. “no big deal at all, i know how satoru can be.” he replied shortly, a weak smile tugging on his lips as he looked down at you.

“i’m about to head out, you know i hate when satoru throws these over the top parties.” the idea of him taking off already made you feel a bit sad, but you weren’t going to stop him. especially because you were just as overwhelmed by them as he was. “you want a ride home, y/n?” his question made you jolt in shock.

“uh, n-no i’m fine, i drove here. thank you though.” you blubber out, still reeling from the shock of the question. “oh, alright then, no worries.” a definite look of disappointment crosses the otherwise stoic face, making you feel as if you need to back peddle. “but!” you shout almost a bit too loud from nerves as you try to salvage the situation, “we could always meet up at my house, just like the old times, huh?” a slightly unnerving smirk flashes across suguru’s face, making your heart beat all the faster, “sure, i’ll see you there.”

you wasted no more time in heading home, making it there quicker than you’d like to admit. you didn’t even think of saying goodbye to satoru as you pull into your driveway. your headlights shined on suguru who was sliding off his helmet in front of your car, his dark bangs falling into his face messily before he straightened them out. you swallowed thickly, enjoying the view

before pulling your keys out of the ignition and stepping into the warm night air. you let out a deep exhale, the sounds of crickets and your footsteps filling your ears.

you offered suguru a gentle smile, reaching forward to grab at his hand and drag him along with you to the front of your house. he chuckled from behind you, accepting your warm hand into his and enjoying the sense of nostalgia that you brought to him. you fumbled with your keys, doing your very best to unlock the door with your shaky hands. at once, you finally unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside with suguru almost glued to your back.

your parents were gone on vacation for the summer, so the house was empty and looked quite desolate as you made your way up to the bedroom with him. when you reached your bedroom, your hand smacked the wall on the inside of the door and slid around in an attempt to find the light switch. the lights finally flickered on, causing you to squint from the sudden intrusion of light. suguru stepped into the room in front of you, looking around with a bright smile.

“i see your room hasn’t changed very much. it’s cute, i like it.” he murmured, the smile on his face evident in his voice as he spoke. you nodded along, turning on a lamp and shutting off the over powering ceiling light. “yeah, didn’t have much of a need or want to change anything.” you replied with a tint of blush dusting over your cheeks as suguru took a seat on the edge of your bed with his legs spread apart.

“really? even these dumb little things?” he quipped snarkily, grabbing one of your teddy bears in his hand and squeezing it. you let out a whine, as if to protest against him before snatching it from his hands and stroking it’s head with your finger. “i’ll have you know that mr. teddy is not some dumb thing.” you growled back, your finger still tracing its plushy fur as suguru chortled under his breath.

“nothing about you has changed, y/n. you’re as feisty as ever.” he stated firmly, his dark eyes flickering into yours as he awaited your response. you let out a soft sigh, setting the teddy bear back down onto the mattress before taking a seat next to him on the edge of the bed. “yeah, kinda have to be to hold my ground around satoru when you’re gone.” you provoked teasingly, a toothy grin spreading across your face as you looked back at him. “i’ve missed you, sugu.” you added, this time sounding a bit more sentimental.

“yeah i’ve missed you too, sweet girl.” he hummed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in and press a tender kiss to the top of your head. he closed his eyes for a moment, his chin now resting there as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo. he let out a soft exhale, the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. “how long are you gonna stay? i assume just over the summer, yeah?” you quizzed as your eyes fluttered shut, your head still pressed firmly into his shoulder.

“just for the summer.” he confirmed in a more somber tone now, his back eyes remaining closed as he pressed his lips on the back of your head once more. he pulled you fully into his lap, slotting you in comfortably in between his thighs with your back against his chest. he slid your hair to the side, revealing the back of your neck. he pressed another delicate kiss there, trying to gauge your reaction to it all.

your breath caught in your throat, your thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt to soothe the aching that was building up in between your legs. suguru took note of this, his arms now wrapping around your waist from behind. his lips moved from the back of your neck, his arm reaching up to hook his fingers around the collar of your shirt to reveal your shoulder. he peppered hot sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin, his tongue darting out every now and then to leave wet spots in his wake.

this elicited a small whine from you, your eyes slamming shut from the sensation as your body began to heat up and squirm in his lap. Your responsiveness mixed with your hips squirming against his groin caused his cock to stiffen against the fabric of his jeans, a low guttural groan falling from his mouth and sending vibrations into your shoulder. “s-sugu..” you whined, your head rolling to the side to give him better access.

“so you do want this, sweetheart?” he asked sweetly, his hands falling to your hips to hold you firmly in place as he moved to suck on the side of your neck. you had little to no way to form words at this point, however deciding to go with a simple nod wasn’t enough. “use your words, baby. i want to hear you say it.” he chuckled deeply into your skin, his lips grazing across the soft and sensitive surface teasingly.

you mewled in desperation, your hips bucking into his throbbing member that pressed against the small of your back. “i want it.. please.. need you sugu..” your voice was wobbly and laced with desperation. you were really exposing yourself at the moment, revealing that this is something you’ve been longing for for quite some time now.

he reached up with one of his hands to wrap your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging it around his knuckles harshly to force your head back as he sucked on your skin more feverishly now. “i thought so, you wouldn’t stop fucking me with those pretty eyes of yours all night.” he purred, his voice velvety and full of undying lust as he squeezed your hair in his hand even tighter. you cried out from the sting, your eyebrows knitting together at the painful sensation. your hand reached up to grip at his hand resting on your hip, squeezing it tightly in an attempt to ground yourself.

this caused him to laugh sadistically as he traced small affectionate patterns on the soft skin of your hand. his grip on your hair never faltered as he pulled you up by it and stood to his feet, gently forcing you to your knees in front of him. he muttered a small ‘sorry’ for the way your exposed knees smacked against the hardwood. you immediately know the drill, urgently reaching up to unbuckle his belt as you feel your wetness seep from your panties and onto the floor below. he tugged back your head by your hair firmly, clicking his tongue before he spoke. “slow, sweetheart. do it slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look when you swallow my cock. make sure you look at me while you do it, or i’ll make you stop.” he ordered sternly, his light and gentle voice strongly contradicting the harshness of his order, but you obeyed regardless.

you wanted nothing more than for him to just fill your mouth, so you happily obliged. you looked up into his dark hazy eyes, slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. with one small tug, his bulge was now visible through his wet and sticky boxers. you let out a needy moan, your eyelashes fluttering up at him as you pressed your tongue to the stain of precum at his tip, lapping and sucking at it through the fabric.

suguru sucked in air through his teeth, a moan coming out with his exhale as he looked down at you. his hand reached down to grip you by the chin and stroke your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb, a gentle smile resting on his lips. “not so feisty now are you? you’re such a naughty girl, didn’t know you had it in you to obey.” he teased, his abs rippling under his shirt as his body tensed up from the feeling of your pretty lips against the clothed tip of his cock.

you let out a slightly annoyed groan at his statement, gently nibbling on the tip with your teeth to discourage him from teasing you like that. this caused him to tug at your hair roughly, ripping your mouth away from his throbbing cock. you shrieked at the sudden tug, your head reeling with pain before he spoke. “if you bite my dick like that again, i’m not gonna let you cum. and if i’m not mistaken– that’s definitely not what you want, is it pretty?” he grumbled, his voice a lot less gentle and a lot more hoarse. he dragged your head back to force your face into his cock once more, letting out a breathy giggle as his hips pushed forward to press his stiffened member to your cheek.

you definitely didn’t want to be denied the pleasure of cumming all over his cock, so you decided to comply this time around. you reached up and hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging them down his muscular thighs as you looked up at him with an apologetic look in your eyes. he let out a soft hum of approval, his cock finally springing free from the tight fabric of his boxers.

the sight alone elicited a wanton moan to bubble up in your throat, his heavy and girthy member twitching in front of your face with precum dripping from the tip. you lapped at the tip of his cock, the salty taste of precum swirling around your taste buds. a normally unpleasant taste

became something you enjoyed, it sent a rush of arousal straight to your core. you savored it for a moment before wrapping your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue around it slowly. you allowed a full moan to come up your throat, sending vibrations down his shaft as your wet hot tongue slid over his slit. this alone caused his hips to rut forward further into your mouth, his hand that held your hair trembling slightly as he gasped.

the sudden rut of his hips caused you to gag, finally committing to taking him as far as you could down your throat. one of your hands gripped his toned thigh, digging your nails in as you tried to steady yourself, while the other reached up to cup his balls in your hand. suguru got needy enough to start thrusting into your mouth full force, pulling your head forward by the hair to match his pace. you gagged and whined around him, hot tears welling up in your eyes and streaming down your rosy cheeks as his heavy balls smacked into your chin.

"so good baby, your throat grips my cock so fucking nicely." moans of profanities and your name fell from his pretty lips, his voice growing to be more airy and hoarse. all the sudden he pulled his cock from your throat, letting out a loud groan from the loss of contact on his throbbing length.

you looked up at him as you coughed and tried to catch your breath, a long thick string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to your lips. you sat on your knees for a moment, waiting for his next move as saliva and precum dripped down your chin and onto your chest. he was staring down at you, his thick veiny member coated in your saliva twitching right in front of your lips. "you look stunning when you struggle to breathe, angel. you look like such a cock hungry little girl." he wanted to enjoy this view for as long as he could, taking in the way your saliva soaked the white blouse you had on as your saliva dripped from your chin in a very lewd way.

he crouched down to your level, finally letting go of your hair, and it was immediately sore and achy from how tight he was holding it. but that thought quickly left your mind when he pulled you in for a delicate but heated kiss, his large hands cupping your dainty face as he began deepening it. his tongue slid across your bottom lip, tugging it in between his lips before plunging his tongue into your mouth. your tongues tangled together naturally, your lips melting into one another's as you moaned into suguru's mouth. the kiss was dirty, sure. but it held a feeling that felt like much more than just lust.

with no warning he pulled you to your feet with ease, letting you rest against his chest momentarily to stabilize your wobbly legs before bending you over on the desk. your hands rested flat against the cold wood surface, shivering as he lifted up your skirt and grazed his fingers along the swell of your ass. “you’ve got such a nice ass princess.. don’t remember it looking this pretty last time i saw you.” he gritted his teeth, leaving a harsh smack on one of your

cheeks before tugging your panties off in one swift motion. you shrieked, the sting of his hand lingering on your ass caused your arousal to splatter down your thighs.

“already wet and all you’ve done is suck my cock a little.. that’s cute baby.” he hums, his large hand kneading on the flesh of your ass while the other one slides in between your folds, rubbing harsh circles on your clit and watching the way your body tenses up from his touch. his chest filled with pride, seeing you so fucked out for him already from just a couple brushes of his fingers.

he dipped two thick digits into your aching hole, holding still for a moment to really feel the way you fluttered around his fingers. you bucked your hips against his hand, desperate for him to give you even the slightest bit more. doing this caused his cock to throb painfully, hardly able to focus from his imagination of what it would be like to have your gummy walls wrapped around his cock. he took his fingers out slowly, a wet pop following before he licked them clean with an airy grunt. “i’ll have to taste you another time, i need to be inside you, now sweetheart.” he aired breathlessly, his hand gripped his thick cock and he moved forward to press the tip to your leaking entrance.

he slid it up and down your slick folds, enjoying the lewd sound it made before pushing the tip inside of you. your body jolted forward as if to escape from the sudden but long awaited intrusion, a slight pain creeping into your cunt from the stretch of his dick nearly tearing you open. this causes suguru to yank your arms out from under you and pull you against his chest, shoving his cock all the way in. you yelped in pain, your pussy sucking him in desperately despite how much you were stretched as you began to moan and whine his name.

“it’s okay baby, just take it. i’m sorry for being so rough. but i mmhh– i need to fuck you.” he apologized briefly through broken moans before starting to thrust into you from behind. he held your arms behind your back tightly and shoved you face down onto the desk as his hips snapped into your ass. sounds of slapping, your mixed moans and the creaking of the desk underneath you filling the otherwise quiet room. he leaned down from behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before bullying into your cunt even further.

you squeal and squeeze your legs together as the tip of his cock pounded against your cervix repetitively, your mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering to the back of your skull. “s-sugu.. fuck meee oh my god–” you babbled on and on, you couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t even speak properly to tell him how much you loved him and the way he ruined you. his hand let go of one of your arms, reaching forward to grip the base of your throat and coax your head back before placing a kiss on the tip of your ear.

“i am fucking you, sweet girl.” he chastised with a chuckle, his other hand reaching down to slide under your shirt and raise it enough to roll your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. your body visibly shuddered from the pleasure, his hand leaving your throat to let your head fall back against the desk before reaching down to rub quick circles around your clit. immediately you felt your high creeping up on you, the pressure in your abdomen building and close to unraveling.

suguru took note of the way you fluttered around his length, the way you gripped him causing him to clench his jaw. he didn’t want it to be over just yet, making quick work of flipping you onto your back against the the desk. he pushed your knees up to your shoulders, spreading your legs wide and admiring the sight of your dripping cunt before pushing back into you with ease.

he set the pace again, pressing his forehead to yours before capturing your lips into a deep kiss. it didn’t take long for you to get close again, the bottom of his navel rubbing into your clit with each deep thrust he took inside of you. you whimpered into his mouth, lapping at his tongue sloppily in desperation before he broke the kiss. “i’m close sugu.. so so close.. please–” she cried out as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly deeper than before. he groaned out, one of his hands reached forward to hold your face in it while his other took care of your sensitive bud.

his dark raven bangs clung to his forehead as a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. “i’m close too baby, it’s okay. you can cum.” he reassured gently, stroking her hot cheeks with his thumb affectionately. as he chased his high, he felt his muscles tense up, feeling you lock up underneath him made his hips move more feverishly, determined to pull your orgasm out of you harder.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping onto his back and sinking your nails into his sweaty tanned skin. you panted, finally mustering up the courage to say what you’ve wanted to for so long. ‘i love you suguru, i love you s– so much..” and just like that, you came undone as a white heat rushed through your body. your back arched off the desk, your eyes slammed shut and your mouth fell slack as your insides pulsated around him. your clear sticky cum formed a ring around the base of his cock, coating his pelvic bone and his balls as he thrusted into you.

your confession certainly caught him by surprise, but he accepted it wholeheartedly as it threw him into an orgasm of his own. “i love you too, y/n. fuck– always have, my pretty girl.” he huffed out, his hand drifting from the skin of your cheek and down to your throat to squeeze it tightly. he pulled out and pumped his swollen length a couple of times before cumming all over your tummy.

he fucked his own hand a bit more as he rode out his high, a couple more thin ropes of his hot white seed following behind. a guttural moan jumping up his throat as his eyebrows knitted together. fuck, he looked so pretty.

he leaned in and moved your hair out of your face before pressing a delicate kiss to your temple. the back of his index finger ghosting down the edge of your jawline before he pulled away to look for something to clean the both of you up. he wiped away the mess, a gentle and almost unreadable expression gracing over his handsome face as he focused on taking care of you.

he straightened out your skirt, his large veiny hands that were decorated with black nail polish sliding along your hips as if to worship the view a bit more before picking you up and laying you down on the bed. he caged you in underneath him, taking a good look at your face before kissing the tip of your nose.

“so you love me huh? maybe i’ll just have to stay here.” his expression softened, and a smile grew on his lips to reveal his pearly whites. the sight of his smile made your heart swell, it wasn’t the kind of smile you saw very often, but when you did it could like up an entire room. “i suppose i do, sugu.” you teased back, pressing a kiss to his lips gently before you both laid down together on your twin sized mattress.

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niningtori · 23 days

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make you cry | part two: beomgyu's ending

part one | part three: hyuka's ending

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after your feelings for beomgyu are revealed, you take some time to heal from your "breakup". as for beomgyu, he's realizing just how important you are to him, but it may be too little too late.

genre: romance, angst, smut (MDNI), fwb

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, creampie, sub!gyu, oral (f. rec), dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, degradation (m. rec), if i missed anything lmk

word count: 3.4k

notes: hello again friends! am i satisfied with this? no. am i still posting it? YES. as you may know, there will be an alternate ending with hyuka as the lead. i will probably post that on my bday (the 24th). until then, i hope you enjoy this! and again.. pls don't be mean ;_; i'm still new to writing smut and this is not proofread

it’s almost been a year since the night you said goodbye to beomgyu. time has healed most things, but your rage certainly helped speed it along. throwing away old polaroids beomgyu took of the both of you, past birthday cards he wrote when he was feeling particularly sentimental, and clothes he had forgotten to take home with him most definitely aided your catharsis, even if you did it all in the midst of a rampage. do you regret it now that you’re relatively calm? maybe a little bit, but not having reminders of beomgyu around your home outweighs any sliver of regret you may or may not harbor. traces of him fade from your body first, then your mind, then your heart. you still sort of miss him, that much is clear, but when you really think about it, you’re not sure why that is. so you try not to think about it at all.

you're doing okay now, truly. it's not like you forgive him or anything, but you're not as angry as you used to be, which, you know, is better than nothing. you regret sleeping with him, regret not speaking up for yourself sooner, even regret taking his hand when he held it in front of you all those years ago, but you're starting to realize that it doesn't matter anymore. what's done is done, no use crying over it any longer. as for everything beomgyu did to you, he did it and he meant it. fuck whatever explanations he has.

on beomgyu’s end, it's not like he hasn't tried to contact you, but that only resulted in you blocking him on every conceivable plane. he convinced one of his friends to give him his instagram login so he can see your posts, but that’s about all he has to go off of these days. from the looks of it, it seems like you’re doing pretty well on your own. your friendship with kai seems to have strengthened because you’re calling him your best friend now, and who knows if you’re fucking each other. the jealousy he feels is all-consuming. to be honest, beomgyu knows he wasn’t the best of friends towards you, even before the hooking up, but he still feels wronged somehow. he’s thought, in great detail, about how he would act if the roles were reversed, but that only makes him feel worse. because he’d forgive you. he’d be angry for a while, this much he knows, but he’d always forgive you. you are, or were, his best friend, after all. and maybe even something more, but he doesn’t want to think about that.

he’s shown up at your apartment, too. especially while drunk. sometimes, it’s because he misses you. most times, it’s because he’s so drunk it feels like the only place that feels like home. you never open the door, though. he likes to think it’s because you’re not there, but after the fifth time, he knows better.

well, it had to happen sooner or later. your town is only so big and your friend circle is so small, of course running into beomgyu was not a matter of if, but when. even still, he looks positively shocked to see you at the house party of one of kai’s friends. as soon as you lock eyes with him, you know you’re in for it. you should leave, and you really, really would, but it’s a birthday party and kai’s your designated driver. you’d make him look bad if you left so soon, so you decide the best course of action is to get drunk so your head stops hurting. after downing some drinks, you carefully avoid beomgyu and make your way to some random bedroom just to cool off.

you’re a few drinks in, head buzzing and tongue feeling heavy. it was bitter work, but each shot had you feeling less and less suffocated by beomgyu’s presence. you wish you didn’t care as much as you do, but the feeling is still there. seeing him should spark nothing in you, but you can’t help but feel indignant. and honestly? a little sad, too. things have gotten better, but all the old feelings have been dredged up with a vengeance.

while you’re trying not to think about him, as if on cue, beomgyu bursts through the door.

“h-hi,” he says hesitantly. really? that’s it? hi?

“uh… hi?” you say unsurely, kind of at a loss for words.

“how are you?”

“what do you want?” you ask as if he’s a fly who won’t stop buzzing around you. he supposes, in a way, he is.

“i-i just wanna talk to you,” he says meekly.

“about what? there's nothing left to say,” you argue. and with that, you rise from the bed, preparing to leave.

“i’m sorry!” he exclaims, the words leaving his mouth before he can get a chance to reel them back in. “i’m just… really, really sorry.”

“i don’t care,” you say flatly, crossing your arms and not even sparing him a glance. now that stings.

“but i’m sorry!” he repeats, just like a child. “can’t you forgive me?”

“and what exactly are you sorry for?” you turn to look at him. “sorry for treating me like shit for years, sorry you fucked me when i told you i wasn’t interested, or sorry because i’m not there at your beck and call anymore?” his face crumbles at your unforgiving words.

“i’m… i’m sorry for how i treated you. i know i was wrong, but i’ll never do it again if you just give me a chance.”

“no,” you reply firmly.

“please?” he begs, teary-eyed and words unsteady.

“what exactly do you want from me?” you sigh irritatedly. “if you want things to go back to how they were before, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

“what if i don’t want things to go back to how they were?

“then what do you want?” you ask, genuinely curious now.

“i want you, that’s all. things don’t need to go back to how they were. i just need you.”

“need me?” you laugh dryly. “you need me now? you only miss me because you don’t have me at your service anymore. stop wasting my fucking time.”

“that’s not true! i miss you. i-i know i’m late, but i really miss you. i’m sorry i didn’t realize it sooner.” he looks so… pathetic like this. it’d be sad if it weren’t so goddamn vindicating. before you can come up with a response, he’s hurriedly saying his next words.

“i-if you wanted me to learn my lesson, i’ve learned it. i promise i have. i promise i’ll never, ever take you for granted again.”

“beomgyu,” you sigh, closing your eyes and massaging your temples, “this isn’t about teaching you a lesson. this is about me not being willing to put up with you anymore.” he looks absolutely devastated by your harsh words.

“i’m begging you,” he says, voice shaking like a leaf.

“why does it matter? what, you haven’t been able to get your dick wet? do you need pussy on tap again?” he blushes at your words. you must’ve hit a sore spot.

“so that’s it. you don’t miss me at all. you just want to take advantage of me.” you don’t know why, but your own words don’t just hurt him, but yourself. you’re not sure what you were expecting, but you can't help but feel disappointed. missing you is still all about him. what he wants, what he thinks he needs.

“i love you,” he says. what?

“w-what?”

“i love you,” he repeats with more vigor. "i didn’t know it then, but i know it now. i miss you so much because i love you. and i want to be with you.” this whole thing is so ridiculous, you don’t know whether to laugh in his face or beat the shit out of him, but you can’t deny the way your heart flutters (and clenches) at his words.

“you have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say coldly. what the hell does beomgyu know about love? love is selfless, self-sacrificing. he doesn’t know a fucking thing about that. this must be a new way of trying to keep you all to himself. but it’s working.

“i know you don’t think i do, and i understand why. i just want you to give me a chance to show you that i mean it. i’ll do anything.”

he’s annoying, no doubt, but you like how he looks when he begs. you could get used to this.

how do you say no to him when he’s begging so feverishly like this? beomgyu hasn’t begged for anything in his fucking life. he hasn’t needed to, given how easily everything has worked out for him thus far. but this new side of him sparks a new fire in you you had no idea existed. you’re struck with a sadistic new idea you will probably regret, but right now? you want to act on it.

“anything?”

“anything,” he says so quickly you can’t help but laugh a little.

“then strip,” you command.

“w-what?” he asks, eyes blown wide in shock.

“you heard me.”

“b-but the party?”

“whatever,” you sneer. “if you’re not going to do it, i’m leaving.” you turn to leave, but he yanks you back and looks at you with pleading eyes.

“i’ll do it,” he says with newfound determination. you slyly lock the door and he gulps before pulling his shirt over his head. he’s been naked before you many times, but this feels different. he feels like he’s being scrutinized to a degree where he can feel your eyes boring into him. you tilt your chin up and raise your eyebrows expectantly. with shaky hands, he undoes his pants and lets them fall to the floor. he’s embarrassingly hard already, if the tent in his boxers is of any indication, which only makes you smile meanly.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop,” you say arrogantly. he gulps and finishes undressing, cock slapping comically into his stomach. he stands fully naked and feels smaller than he ever has. you push him onto the bed and he wonders what you have in store for him.

you straddle him, still fully clothed, but hiking your dress up just a bit so he can see how soaked you are through your panties. he whines when you take one of his hardened nipples between your fingers and experimentally tweak it.

“do you like that, beomie?”

he nods feverishly and says “like it, like it so much!” you smirk in satisfaction as you plant a searing kiss on his chest and he can’t bite back his moans. between you sucking a blooming hickey and toying with his chest, his mind is fuzzy and all he can feel is pure ecstasy.

this isn’t about him, though. and you make that clear when you move and situate your clothed pussy over his face.

“sit on my face, please, please, please. wanna taste you,” he cries. well, you won’t say no this time.

you hold onto the headboard as he moves your ruined panties to the side and he gasps when he sees how wet you are. he whines again, showing you just how badly he wants to be in it, but all you do is lower yourself onto him. his tongue is skilled, just like it’s always been, but there’s a sense of desperation that wasn’t there before. he switches between fucking your hole with his warm tongue and sucking on your clit like a man starved. you feel your legs buckling as you reach your end, but his hands grip your soft thighs even after you finish, lapping at your pussy like a damn dog.

“ah, too much! b-bad boy!” you exclaim. that doesn’t stop him though, and now you’re sober enough to notice how desperately he’s fucking into nothing at all. his cock, usually so pretty and pink, is now a deep red color from the lack of reprieve.

you thread one hand in his hair, just to have something to hold onto, and he groans into your pussy when you lightly tug his hair. before you can do anything more, you’re falling apart on his tongue and crying out his name. a sound he never thought in a million years he’d hear again, but what a lovely sound it is.

“sit on my cock, p-please?” he begs when you finally raise from his face.

“you’re not in a position to be asking me for anything, beomgyu,” you say.

“please? baby, it’s aching.” you throw a look back and see he’s right. it’s beet red and leaking an ungodly amount of precum. your pussy clenches around nothing when you see how desperate he is for you.

“please? need you,” he says with tears in his eyes.

after all this time, you’re still so fucking weak for him. you sigh as you take off your dress and his eyes widen when he watches your breasts bounce as you toss the tiny little thing somewhere behind you.

he goes to grab them, but you slap his hands away and it’s all he can do to keep himself from kicking his feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“but why?!” he asks frustratedly.

“bad boys don’t get to touch,” you shrug, and he’s a split second away from whining when you harshly grab the base of his cock, shutting him up once and for all. before you can lower yourself onto him, he’s cutting into your desire with his next words.

“a-are you fucking him?” he asks meekly. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s talking about kai.

“why do you care? aren’t you the one who’s always going on and on about ‘no strings attached’?” you spit and he looks sorrier than you’ve ever seen him. to be honest, you’re not fucking kai. you’ve never seen each other that way, actually. he’s been nothing short of amazing to you, to be sure, but his lingering feelings for his ex and yours for beomgyu didn’t make for the best foundation for love. at this point, you were the best of friends. nothing more, nothing less. but beomgyu doesn’t need to know that.

any words of complaint on his part are cut short by you sinking down on him.

“mmh… o-oh my god,” he says hoarsely as the tip of his cock pushes through your entrance. it’s always been a tight fit, but you’ve been celibate for nearly a whole year. your muscles aren’t used to the intrusion and he can feel it. still, you continue sinking down onto him until every inch is sheathed in you and he’s touching your cervix. you can swear you feel him in your womb. his tears are falling freely now as he can feel you adjust around him, pussy clenching against your will as you try to accommodate his length and girth.

“s-so pretty,” he says as his bleary eyes try to focus on you. you let out an airy laugh, but truthfully, you aren’t faring much better. he looks so perfect like this, sobs coming from his pretty mouth and tears spilling over his reddened cheeks. that’s all the permission you need to really start. slowly, you pull yourself up with no little effort on your part. your pussy nearly turns inside out trying to get yourself off of his length. the lewd image engraves itself in his eyes and he cries even harder.

“l-love you, love you, love you so much,” he whines, eyes rolling back from the pleasure. his mouth is open and you think you might even see a bit of drool pooling at the corners of his lips. you don’t respond, but instead you mercilessly sink back down in one fluid motion.

“ah!” you both cry out at the feeling. you’re so full, you can barely stand it, so you don’t. up and down, you begin bobbing on his cock with little regard for his sorry state. he grabs your hips, pulling you down and fucking up into you, not once letting you falter in your pace. his grip will leave bruises, but you’re not interested in the repercussions of your actions now as beomgyu grits his teeth and rams harder and harder into you. he’s so lost in the feeling, he no longer cares about your so-called rules as he grabs your bare tits and pops one in his mouth. he begins sucking and rubbing his tongue on it and his big, veiny hand is busy teasing the other one.

“i- i thought i said you don’t get to touch,” you manage to choke out between gasps.

“c-can’t help it! your tits are so pretty!” he says as if it’s completely out of his control. and it really might be. beomgyu doesn’t look like he’s in control of anything at this very moment. he just didn’t realize how much he’d love the feeling. with his words of praise and the suckling of your chest, you feel yourself coming closer and closer to the edge.

“gyu, i’m coming!” you exclaim as spasm around him. a few seconds later, and you feel his hot seed overflowing from your insides. after a couple of more sloppy thrusts, you’re collapsing on top of him and panting heavily.

“so good, so perfect,” he whispers before pulling out. what you don’t expect is how he flips you over onto the bed and slides himself in your aching cunt again.

“g-gyu?!” you stutter.

“j-jus’ wanna show you how much i missed you,” he slurs, mouth agape and eyes totally glazed over. he hikes your legs up over his shoulders and pistons in and out of you at an ungodly pace. he’s so deep, you can feel hot tears spring in your eyes as you struggle to take all of him in. he leans over and shoves his tongue in your accepting mouth.

“good pussy,” he says in a daze when he parts from you. “so fucking tight. j-jus’ for me, right?” he asks, and you can hear the insecurity in his voice. you’re silent for a moment before you answer quietly.

“just for you.” he smiles as if he’s relieved and continues to fuck you into the mattress until he’s painting your insides again. he pulls out and the sinful sight of cum leaking out of your puffy hole sears his eyes. you look so beautiful like this, when you’re full of nothing but him. the thought of doing this forever, just you and him and no one else, is enough to make him feel happiness he’s never felt before.

he collapses next to you and pulls you into his warm embrace. he’s never done this before. not after sex, anyway, but he’s shown you the most vulnerable sides of him tonight. the sides you used to cry about not being able to see.

“you didn’t answer my question before,” beomgyu whispers.

“what?” you ask, still in a daze.

“are you fucking him?” you want to sit up and smack him, but he cages you in his arms. leave it to beomgyu to ruin the mood

“... no, but i just don’t see why you would care. weren’t you getting your dick wet until you couldn’t find anyone else?”

“i wasn’t! i… i couldn’t get hard for them…” he trails off, almost hoping you didn’t hear. but you did. you don’t know whether to laugh or cry. is he serious?

“and the only reason why i’m asking is because i just can’t stand to see you with anyone else.” for some reason, your temper flares at this.

“yeah? well imagine how i felt for years.” he’s silent at this. how can he make up for years of making you feel like garbage? and how could you bear feeling like this for years on end? it hasn’t quite been a year for him yet, but he feels absolutely gutted. every day without you is miserable, to say the very least. and seeing you with someone else? heartbreaking.

“being together is a bad idea,” you sigh after putting some thought into it. “we’ll just fight and —”

“we won’t fight!” he exclaims. “why would we fight? i’ll just listen to anything you say!”

oh. you could really, really get used to this.

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ravenromanova · 6 months

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Birthday girl

Pairings: Natasha x Female avenger reader

Summary: You give Natasha her bday gift (I know her bday was the third but idc i loved this idea sue me)

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!! Mommy kink, Fingering, Oral, Mommy Natasha, Dom/Sub dynamics, Squirting. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!

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~ Natasha sighed as she entered the compound. She just came back from a week long mission that went awry. It was supposed to be a simple intel mission but instead the Hydra agents got wind of her presence and ambushed her. They ended up capturing her for a few days (she let them take her so she could get more intel) And then today she made her grand escape and made her way back home to you.

She trudged up the stairs that led to your shared room after she debriefed with Fury. Her brows furrowed in confusion when she got to the base of the stairs and saw rose petals leading to the door. Natashas eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight in front of her when she opened the door.

You were sitting in the edge of the bed with a cake in between your thighs. Red and black lingerie adorned your soft body making her weak in the knees.

“Happy birthday Natty” You said with a bright smile as she walked to the end of the bed.

Her heart fluttered at your words. “You remembered” She said tearfully while she looked at the red and black birthday cake with spiders on it. “That’s beautiful detka thank you”

“Of course i remembered. I knew you had a stressful mission so i wanted to do something low key for tonight. Tomorrow is your party with the team” You said giddily wrapping your arms around her neck bringing her into a soft kiss. She groaned into the kiss before she moved the cake over to the dresser.

“As much as i would love to eat this now is much rather eat you” Her boldness made you gasp a little and your heart rate speed up.

“Well it is your birthday so who am i do deny you” Natasha smiled at your words as she crawled onto the bed and stood in her knees in front of you. Her hands found home on your hips and she brought you in for another heated kiss. She placed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you to lay against the pillows.

As you laid on the bed with your hair sprawled out around you are stood there for a moment admiring you. “Happy birthday to me indeed” She whispered as she ran her cool hands up and down your body.

Natasha couldn’t take her hands or eyes off you in this moment you looked to god. Laying there in the lingerie she picked out months ago, your chest heaving up and down in anticipation ave not to mention the lustful look you were giving her. Slowly but surely she made her way back to your lips and kissed you with a heat unlike before. The kiss was needy and sloppy a mixture of saliva and tongue abs neither of you cared.

“So pretty” She praised kissing your collarbone as her nimble fingers went behind your back and unhooked your bra. You shivered as your bare chest came in contact with the cool air of the room. Natasha wasted no time in wrapping her lips around your hardened nipple making you cry out in pleasure.

“Please mommy” You begged clawing at her back leaving marks in your trail.

“Patience detka” She chided in your ear before she nipped it slightly. You tried not to squirm under her as her lips trailed down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and finally she kissed the skin above your panties.

Her fingers skimmed over the hem of your underwear leaving goosebumps on your skin. She kissed the soft skin of your inner thighs along with leaving a few hickeys as well.

“So wet and i haven’t even touched you yet baby” She teased looking at the growing wet patch on your panties.

“It’s hard not to when you look like that” You pointed out and ended up making the big bad black widow blush.

“Since you’re such a sweet girl i won’t tease you tonight baby” Her words made your heart flutter and speed up with anticipation.

Natasha wasted no time in hooking her fingers underneath the hem of your underwear and sliding them down your plush soft thighs. Goosebumps littered your skin as her fingertips trailed along your bikini line. She was true to her word and immediately dived into your pussy.

She moaned at the taste of your juices on her tongue sending vibrations straight through you. You mewled feeling her warm mouth on your clit. She sucked on your clit with determination and fever like she was a woman starved.

“Oh fuck mommy” You moaned as she started to suck on you a little harder than before. Your back arches off the bed and your hands found home in her hair and you slightly rod her face.

“So fucking sweet detka” She praised just before she let her tongue slip inside of you feeling your walls contract around her.

“i-im gonna cum holy fuck!” You scream gripping her hair harder as you squirted on her face. She kept her tongue in you and started rubbing your clit again making you scream in pleasure.

“T-Too sensitive mommy c-can’t” You pleaded trying to pull away from her but she hooked her arms around your hips and kept you close to her face as she continued.

“Take it baby. Be a good girl and take it for mommy” Natasha pushes you to keep going and you know you have to take it. It’s her birthday you are you to deny her your pleasure if she wants it that badly?

“Y-Yes mommy i-i’ll take it i’ll be a good girl for you” You moaned out as you second orgasm washed over you. “OH FUCK!” The moan you let out was nothing less of pornographic.

“Such a good girl” Her sultry voice rang through your ears as you came down from your high.

Natasha came back up towards you and brought you in for a passionate kiss. You moaned a little as you tasted yourself on her lips.

“Happy birthday Natty” You repeated with a smile on your face. She smiled wide and kissed you again.

“Happy birthday indeed” She giggled a little before you flipped the two of you over so you were on top.

“I need to give you the other half of your present” Her eyebrows quirked at your words. But all of her questions were answered as you used your powers to remove all her clothing leaving her naked under you.

“I wanna please you mommy” You said innocently giving her your best smile.

“Go on then” She nodded her head giving you the go ahead.

You parted her lips with your fingers before you started kicking her pussy up and down with intent. She moaned at the feeling of your tongue on her body.

“So good baby so fucking good” Natasha praises running her hand through your hair. Her hand gripped the root of your hair and she moved your head up and down leaving her with the control. You stuck your tongue out and let her fuck your face and enjoyed every second of it.

“Fuck baby gonna make me cum already” Her words sparked something in you and you brought you fingers to her clit and started rubbing.

“Cum for me mommy” You said with as much innocence as you could muster in this sinful moment.

“Keep doing that and i will” She said throwing her head back as you went back and shoved your tongue in her while still rubbing her clit.

You relentlessly ate her pussy as if it was your first time. Natasha’s moans filled the room along with her wet sounds of her pussy. Her grip got tighter on your hair and she continued to fuck your face chasing her orgasm.

“Fuck baby right there” She praised feeling her orgasm rush over her. Natasha came with a scream and her hands fell from your hair.

“Oh my fucking god” She said breathlessly as she laid against the pillow.

“Did i do good mommy?” You asked sitting next to her rubbing your fingers over her perked nipples.

“You did so good detka” She praised shivering at your touch.

“Good because we aren’t done” The smile that adorned your face made her heart speed up and another wave of arousal course through her.

“Oh this is definitely the best birthday ever” Natasha said pulling her onto her body making you straddle her before bringing you in for a kiss.

The night was filled with soft touches and sinful moans as the two of you celebrated her birthday together. From that night on Natasha’s birthday became her favorite day of the year.

~The end~

a/n: I got a little carried away lmaooo. But i hope yall enjoyed 🖤🤍

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stvolanis · 4 months

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Can you do a dom reader x sub farleigh fan fic? 🙇‍♀️. I don't really have a backstory for it fleshed out. I was kind of thinking maybe after the karaoke scene the reader confronts him for being bitchy to oliver in front of everyone. (w/ spanking, overstim, possibly mommy kink)

Omg I love this!

Vixen.

(One shot)

PAIRINGS: Sub!Brat!Farleigh Start X Dom!Reader

WARNINGS: I’m aware that the karaoke scene doesn’t happen at his bday party but i put them together anyway!! foul language, pet names, needy!Farleigh, established relationship, mentions of drugs and alcohol

NSFW WARNINGS: mean!Reader, slight humiliation, spanking, overstimulation, mommy kink, brat taming, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, restraint (our boy is tied up), oral (m receiving), cream pies, fluff at the end

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

Ever since Oliver came to live at Saltburn, Farleigh has seemed to make it his personal mission to belittle, taunt, shit talk and ruin Oliver.

You didn’t know what it was, why he was behaving this way, or even what was so wrong with Oliver, because he was nothing but sweet to you.

Always smiling and throwing out random little awkward jokes, making people laugh. He was a little bit quiet, and shy. An awkward scholarship boy, as Farleigh put it. How kind of him.

Tonight’s party was in celebration of Saltburns newest arrival, and apparently Felix’s’ jewel, Oliver. It was his birthday and the crowds of people were here, even though they had the least bit a clue as to who exactly they were even there for.

When the party was over, few people stayed around for a more toned down get together. It was just the family, you, and a few friends lying about having a good time chatting, drinking, and of course, karaoke.

Everyone was taking turns, picking their favorite songs to sing aloud for the group of peoples entertainment. You thought nothing of it when Farleigh told you he wanted to pick a song, yet your mood soured as the song began to play.

It was ‘Rent’ by Pet Shop boys.

You watched as Farleigh tossed the remote to Oliver, exclaiming how it was ‘his song’. Your jaw clenched. “Farleigh, that’s enough.” You said sternly as you peered up at the taller man. He scoffed. “Oh cmon, it’s just a little fun.” He replied with a chuckle.

You clicked your tongue. “No, Farleigh, turn it off! Now!” You yelled at him. The curly haired boy grew frustrated, and embarrassed as he felt the room of people stop and stare at the scene you caused, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Oh my god, you’re fucking overreacting, it’s not that big of a deal!” He yelled back as he flared his arms out. Something in you snapped. After months of seeing him torment Oliver, you’d finally had enough. This was the icing on the cake.

“Dammit, Farleigh! I’ve fucking had it with you! Since Oliver’s been here you’ve been a raging cunt and without even an explanation as to why, and I’m done putting up with it!” You screamed out at him as you roughly grabbed him by his arm, dragging him towards the door.

His mouth was hung agape as you drug him out of the room, eyes following the both of you as you made your grand, oh so dramatic exit. He felt utterly humiliated at the way you talked to him in front of everyone, yet he couldn’t ignore the way his cock stirred in his slacks.

You threw him into your shared bedroom and locked the door shut. “Take off your pants and bend over.” You told him. He gulped, your tone of voice sounding too serious not to listen as he stripped himself of his slacks and boxers, bending over the bed.

You tied your hair up with a rubber band around your wrist and watched as Farleigh gripped the sheets beneath him, bracing himself for whatever was to come next. He jolted forward with a gasp as he felt your palm meet the flesh of his ass harshly.

Once, twice, then suddenly he lost count. By the time you were done, his ass felt raw and your hand print was red and visible. He had tears running down his cheek, yet his cock was oh so painfully hard against his lower stomach. He ached to be touched in any way you’d allow.

“Been such a fuckin’ brat since Ollie came. If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just said that, honey.” You chuckled out as you turned him over onto his back, instructing him to scoot further up the bed. “M’sorry, mommy, please—“ he begged, not even knowing what for.

“Shut your whore mouth, Farleigh.” You scolded as you perched yourself on his lower stomach, your clothed cunt sitting taut on his hard cock, making him let out a needy whimper. You leaned over to your night stand, digging through a drawer before pulling out a pair of pink rope.

You gripped Farleighs wrists with one of your hands and held them up to the head board, securely tying them. “Been such a bad boy, needa fix that for you.” You breathed against his lips. He leaned up, desperately trying to kiss you, but you pushed his head back down onto the pillow.

“Only good boys get kisses.” You whimpered against his ear as your body trailed down till your face was eye level with his cock and your back was arched in the air, displaying your ass that you knew Farleigh wanted to taint.

You took his tip into your mouth, sucking teasingly before smearing the pre-cum around with your thumb. His hips wiggled and his eyes were blown out with lust as he stared down at you through hooded eyes, watching as you began to take all of him in your mouth.

You gagged and gurgled around him, taking him so deep, his cock hitting the back of your throat. His moans filled your ears, and his hands clamped around his restrains, toes curling and eyes squeezing shut as you used one of your hands to play with his heavy balls.

“Mommy! Oh god—so good, so fuckin good.” He whimpered out as drool poured at the corner of his mouth, his mouth hung agape for too long. You released him from your mouth with a pop, using your other free hand to fist his cock tightly at a fast pace. “Yeah? Like mommy’s mouth oh your pretty cock?” You giggled out as your mouth trailed down to his balls.

You suckled one into your mouth, and Farleigh came with a loud moan, his head thrown back and his back arching off of the bed. The scene before you was straight out of a porno, and he looked so helpless and pretty when his cum spurted everywhere.

All over your face, on the bed sheets and his stomach. “Messy, messy boy, Farleigh.” You said as you shook your head. He was breathless, no words able to form as he watched you strip yourself of those god ridden clothes he wanted to rip off of you.

You glided your pussy along his still rock hard cock, letting your juices spread. You bit your lip at the stimulation on your sensitive bud. “Need you. Need your pussy, mommy, please? I’ll be a good boy, I swear—“ he babbled on, his words nearly slurring together to form what you presumed were sentences.

You laughed at the man who lied underneath you, a whimpering, needy mess. So desperate for you. So ready and willing to take anything you’ll give him. “I know, handsome, I know.” You shushed him as you finally planted a soft kiss to his trembling lips.

You lined him to your entrance, not giving him a chance to think as you slammed yourself down onto him. His cock kissed your cervix, and it felt like he was in your womb. “Such a big cock, all for me? My big boy.” You groaned out as you moved your hips in a circular motion on his cock, rubbing against your walls blissfully.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he nodded, his brain pussy drunk on you. “Mhm, yes, yes-“ he continued on. You bit your lip, holding back your moans as you watched him unravel beneath you.

But god, did his cock feel like heaven inside of you. You felt so unbelievably full, and all you could focus on was chasing your high—but Farleigh seemed to already be two seconds away from cunning again. You could feel it in the way his cock throbbed inside of you, and his balls tightened.

“Mommy, m’gonna cum, gonna cum inside of you. Gonna fill you, mommy.” He whimpered brainlessly as his hips slammed up into you as you slammed down onto him, the both of you forming a rhythmic pace. “Cmon, slut, fill me with your cum. Now.” You groaned out as you leaned down to capture his lips with yours.

He moaned into your mouth, tongues swirling together as his cum shot into you, leaking a little bit as you sat on his cock, making sure he got all of it in you. You sucked his lip into your mouth, releasing it with a little nibble and a cunning smile.

“Good boy, Farleigh. Mommy’s good boy.” You cooed at him. He lazily smiled up at you. “Good boy, m’a good boy..” he mumbled on. His eyes widened as you continued to fuck yourself onto him.

His cock was so, so sensitive. The way your walls squeezed around him, and your cervix kissing his aching tip each time he entered you was too much for him. Your pussy was milking him, and all he could sit there and do was take it. But seeing you bouncing up and down on top of him, tits bouncing with you, made it worth it.

To him, you looked utterly enchanting. The way you finally let your moans run lose, your hair coming undone from your ponytail. Your skin was sweaty and your face was red. He wanted to touch you so badly. He wanted to hold your waist and rut himself into you, even thought his cock was overused.

But now, you were using him for your pleasure. “So fucking good f’me, Farleigh. Makin’ me feel so good.” You moaned out as you threw your head back. Your praise of him making you feel good circled around in his mind, and that was all he wanted. Your approval. Knowing he was the only one who got to make you feel like this. And knowing only person who could see you like this was him—had him cumming for a third time inside of you.

Each time you slammed down onto him, your clit was met with his cute happy trail, and that was enough to send you into overdrive as you squirted all over the boy under you. Your juices made a mess of him, but you didn’t care. You bounced up and down on him a few more times, riding out your orgasm.

As you slowly came down from your high, you admired the way Farleigh looked. Still so, so beautiful. The handsomest boy you’d ever seen. Even when he was a brat, he still took care of you and loved you dearly. Your darling boy.

“Let’s take a bath, hm?” You suggested as you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. He nodded, and you untied the restraints. His hands immediately slithered around your waist, pulling you to lay down onto his chest. “Was I too rough, honey?” You asked as you peered up at him.

He shook his head. “No, you were perfect.” He whispered.

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dom!nahyo x sub!fem!reader - “birthday wish” (warnings: smut, threesome, breast/nipple play, voyeurism, [slight]tears, oral, masturbating)

a/n: requested! i’m actually exactly like jihyo in this because this is a special birthday wish involving me(slight line spoiler)🙄 happy bday 🐰anon!

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“good morning birthday girl!”

your girlfriend, nayeon, wakes you up by shouting and jumping on you. she’s normally already bouncing everywhere and yelling, but she’s especially lively when she has even the slightest reason to celebrate. your birthday is no different.

“good morning.”

you groan, giving her a drowsy smile as your eyes adjust to the brightness. she gives you a big kiss and pulls off the blanket covering you. when she sees that you’re still unclothed from last night’s early birthday present, she giggles and kisses you again.

“you should go get ready, people are going to be here soon.”

“what?! It’s like nine, why did you tell them to come so early?!”

you groan again and stretch, trying to curl back up in bed. she doesn’t let you though, pulling you up by your arms and dragging you into the bathroom.

“i’m going to go get things ready. when you walk outside, i want you to be clothed and completely ready.”

she points a finger at you and raises her eyebrows. you fake salute at her and she walks out the door, shutting it behind her. you begin doing as you were told and step in the shower. while in there, you start thinking about something nayeon said yesterday.

while you guys were having some fun last night, nayeon stopped to look at your marked body for a few seconds. you don’t know if she meant to say what came out of her mouth next, but you haven’t been able to stop replaying it in your mind.

“i can’t wait to see what your birthday present will think of this.”

you of course didn’t ask her what she meant, but you’re hoping it was about something you previously told her.

a few days ago, you were sitting on your couch, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when nayeon walked into the room and took it from you.

“what do you want for your birthday?”

she sat, patiently waiting for your answer. you had an immediate one in your head, even if you didn’t want to admit it. the only thing you’d been thinking about for weeks was park jihyo and your girlfriend; completely indecent in front of you. you didn’t know how nayeon would react if you told her though, so you were very hesitant to say anything.

“i’m waiting…”

she crossed her arms, leaning back on the couch. you contemplated what to do for a few more seconds and decided to just tell her.

“i want jihyo to join us, just for one night.”

she sat still, looking at you confused.

“join us for what? what do you mean?”

you stared at the floor, too ashamed to make eye contact. it was quiet for a few more seconds, but she finally understood.

“oh.”

you looked up at her, frantically trying to explain yourself. she let you rant for some time before finally shutting you up with a kiss.

“i’ll see what i can do. don’t worry.”

with that, the conversation was over. she didn’t bring it up again until last night, or at least that’s what you’re hoping for.

you notice that you’ve been in the shower for a long time now, so you get out. when you’re done getting ready, you go outside where there’s already some other members.

“happy birthday!” they all shout at you as soon as they notice you’re finally done and run to hug you. you say thank you and walk over to nayeon who’s in the kitchen.

“genuinely why did you tell them to come so early? in what world do birthday parties start at ten?”

she rolls her eyes stops what she’s doing to completely look at you.

“they’re here right now because they’re leaving early. i have something planned for later.”

she plants a kiss on your forehead and turns away again. did she really talk to jihyo about it? did jihyo agree?

you walk back to the living room with a million questions, already impatiently waiting for everyone to leave.

you sit and chat with everyone for a bit. nayeon eventually joins, taking a seat right next to you. you hear the door open and turn to see who it is; its jihyo.

fuck.

she looks so hot, you can’t stop looking at her body. you don’t even care that nayeon can see exactly what you’re doing. you’re still staring at her as she walks over to greet you and gives you a hug.

“happy birthday, y/n! i hope it’s going well so far.”

you can feel yourself blushing tremendously and try to hide your face. before you can do that however, nayeon notices and can’t stop herself from taking a jab at you.

“c’mon, im right here.”

she smirks while whispering in your ear, clearly teasing you.

the rest of the members and some of your other friends arrive shortly thereafter, crowding your entire living room. of course you enjoy the company of everyone present, but in this specific moment, you wish none of them were here. all you can think about is what’s going to happen after they leave.

the day is going by dreadfully slow. you’re constantly looking at your phone, hoping to magically speed up time. you keep looking at jihyo and nayeon, basically undressing them both with your eyes. it’s now six and everyone is still here. ‘why?’ your ask yourself, going somewhat insane.

luckily, someone finally says they should get going which starts a domino effect until everyone is finally gone; leaving just you, nayeon, and jihyo.

they’re both sitting on the couch, looking at you with playful grins on their faces.

“so, nayeon tells me you have a special birthday wish, one involving me. is that true?”

you choke a bit as jihyo stretches her arms across the top of the couch, still staring at you with the same devilish smile. when you don’t say anything in response, nayeon decides to speak for you.

“she’s just a little nervous. isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

she motions for you to come closer, patting down the space in between them. you sit, breathing shakily as you look at jihyo. you feel very silly all of the sudden, you’re acting as if this is your first time ever being this close to her.

“oh c’mon, you’re the one who wanted this weren’t you?” nayeon gets closer to your ear to finish her sentence “why are you so being so shy now?”

“i don’t know.”

you finally speak, earning a smile from both of them.

“why don’t you sit on jihyo’s lap?”

nayeon moves you toward jihyo as the leader practically lifts you onto herself, making you straddle her. you’re suddenly hyperaware of how wet you are. you can feel the cold slick on your underwear as it’s pressed against you with jihyo’s thighs. there’s no way she can’t feel it, you have no shorts on under your dress and she’s wearing a skirt. you try lifting your hips a bit so your not directly touching her, but she pushes you back down.

“don’t do that, i want to feel how wet i’m making you.”

shit, she really wastes no time deciding to speak freely.

“let me take your clothes off.”

nayeon stands, pulling your dress completely off you and throwing it on the floor. you instinctively cover your bare chest, feeling your cheeks and core growing hotter. nayeon doesn’t seem to like that.

“don’t cover up, let her see.”

she lowers your arms, fully exposing you to jihyo. her eyes scan your entire body, looking at every little mark and bruise while brushing her fingers against your skin.

“so pretty, i want to add my own.”

she puts her lips directly on your breast, kissing and nibbling it until it’s completely coaxed in stains from her lipstick. nayeon is sitting beside you again, using her hand to play with your other breast. you’re already a moaning mess, even though you haven’t even been touched yet.

“take this off.”

jihyo tugs at your underwear and you eagerly do as you’re told. you sit back down on her lap, letting yourself come in direct contact with her thigh. you let out a small gasp, placing your hands on her shoulders for support.

“you’re so sensitive, cute.”

nayeon is just watching now, sitting back against the armrest as jihyo does what she wants.

jihyo’s mouth goes to your neck next, licking and biting you until she’s satisfied with how many marks she can see. the hand previously on your thigh travels further up, landing her thumb on top of your swollen clit. you gasp again at the friction.

“i want you to tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

you nod your head. she begins moving her thumb in slow, circular motions, drawing more slight gasps and moans from you.

“how long have you wanted me to do this?”

you make eye contact with her in your already broken state and force out an answer.

“don’t know, i can’t think.”

she laughs at your answer and brings her free hand your tits, taking one of your nipples in between two of her fingers.

you look over at nayeon. she’s still watching you guys, but one of her hands is inside her pants. her legs are spread apart, her face is flushed, and her free hand has two fingers in her mouth.

jihyo also notices what’s happening and speeds up. your eyes gloss over with tears as they normally do when you’re close to climaxing.

“is what nayeon is doing turning you on?”

jihyo questions, speeding up her motions even more. a breathy ‘yes’ escapes your lips and you feel your abdomen clench. your hips buck forward as you reach your high and you bury your face in jihyo’s neck. she keeps rubbing as you hear nayeon finish as well, helping you completely finish.

“you did so well. you’re such a good girl.”

jihyo tries to kiss your neck again, but you pull her in for an actual kiss. you grab her face, roughly interlacing your tongue with hers. when you pull away, nayeon also goes in for a kiss and you watch them with ecstasy.

“jihyo, it’s your turn now. it wouldn’t be fair if we got to finish but you didn’t.”

nayeon remarks, pulling you out of jihyo’s lap and pushing her down on the couch.

“y/n, why don’t you go ahead and eat her out?”

your girlfriend states, pulling down jihyo’s skirt in one quick motion. you nod in excitement and position yourself between jihyo’s thighs, directly on top of her core. you see how incredibly wet she is and can’t help but smile to yourself.

“she’s really good jihyo. you’re going to love her.”

nayeon pushes your head in between jihyo’s legs with her remark. you feel jihyo twitch as you start pressing your tongue over her clit, making sure to let her fully feel every move you make. you run your flat tongue against her folds and push it into her entrance every time you pass it.

it’s not long before you hear her become a whimpering, incoherent mess. you pride yourself in how good you are at this, it’s your favorite thing to do to nayeon when she lets you take the lead.

“is she doing well? what do you think?”

you hear nayeon’s voice over you, directed at jihyo.

“fuck, she’s great.”

nayeon giggles, pushing your head further into jihyo. your pace becomes sloppy, no longer caring how thought-out your motions are. every sound she’s making encourages you to apply more and more pressure, lapping every bit of fluid coming out of her.

you feel her legs tense around your head and see her back arch. she finishes with one last moan, releasing all of her juices into your mouth. you drink them like water, letting her completely feel and enjoy her high.

once you’re content with how much you’ve indulged in her, you come back up. nayeon wipes your chin with her hand, leaving a kiss on your lips.

you both look down at jihyo smiling and she does the same back.

“thank you, and i’m sorry for not talking a lot.”

you lean over jihyo, coming closer to her face to give her a kiss as well.

“you don’t have to apologize for that.

everything stays quiet as you all sit there, processing what just happened. you decided to break the silence with a question.

“nayeon, jihyo?”

they turn to look at you, nodding their heads.

“what if this became a regular occurrence?”

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could i request a gojo x yn where yn is a famous supermodel while gojo is like businessman mafia and she meets him in a part for influential ppl and some rival of gojo attack the party to catch gojo but can't do it and to save y/n gojo takes her with him in a hurry to make sure she's fine ( bro fell in love at first sight while y/n doesn't really care bcs yk very hard to be impressed type of lady ) but a plot twist in this setting sort of is that there has been cases of many murders recently and the serial killer is impossible to catch ( the killer is y/- ok yes u get it but she killed them bcs she ruined her family or sum like that so our baddie is taking revenge ) well this is a dark theme dark romance request so yep ofc there's dark content and no one knows abt y/n's past at all despite her status no matter how hard they try and gojo after taking her makes her stay with him bcs she's one of the few ppl who saw his face so for privacy purposes and gojo barely finds out abt y/n's "dark deeds" when she throws hints playfully ( she's kinda devious morally grey sort of woman ) and idk what to add much more honestly but yea a smexy romantic love story ( SUB GOJO PLEASE 🙏😍😩 ) and gojo brings her a person to kill every year on her bday bcs she feels "stabby" ( mindfuck book series ref if ykyk ) also ofc y/n continues her career as a supermodel bcs 💅🏼👠. as another personal preference don't make y/n younger as it's uncomfy to me so yeah jsjdndbdnfn

whew this was quite a lot

have a good day !

Beautiful Vengeance

cover by @blvckryx my advisor and friend

paring: Mafia boss Gojo x model reader (killer)

words: 4,7k

warnings: murders, violence, guns, some kidnaping, smut (sub Gojo/dom reader)

Your mother always wanted you to have a good life. That's why when you told her you wanted to be a model when you grow up, she supported you as much as she could. To give you what you might need to make your dreams come true.

Your career took off when you were a teenager. When you were 16, you won a modeling contest, and your name made headlines.

And because you took the victory from one person, your life was about to end...

You competing with a girl whose family was more important than yours. You won anyway thanks to your innate charm, which made you stand in the first place and people considered you a beautiful, future model.

Thanks to this, your career could continue to roll and grow. And you couldn't take that chance.

You've worked so hard. You were the pride of your parents.

But your only opponent was a spoiled female dog who after losing to you all she wanted was to get rid of you.

She was the niece of mob boss Q. A man going by the name Q, who made his living by killing people for hire, dealing drugs and weapons. Even human trafficking. His mafia teams were everywhere.

You didn't know about it until you saw a group of people enter your house.

You were in your room then, and you heard screams and sounds of fighting.

As you quickly made your way down to your parents' living room, all you saw was pools of blood covering the soft carpet.

And three people dressed in black with black masks on their faces. In their hands bloody knives that they used to make your parents lie on the floor with open but dead eyes.

You were sad. You were afraid. You lost your parents. You wanted to cry over their loss. They were everything to you. They loved you, you loved them. You could have lived with them 16 years of your life. And now... It's all over.

Or you die and join them. To shorten your suffering.

But something else popped into your mind. To make them suffer.

You could have died at their hands, or you could have gotten revenge for your parents by killing them.

And you want revenge for the destruction of your life...

So you silently walked over to the cupboard until the opponents saw you, and unscrewing the bottle you let the water flow out of the plastic, soaking the entire floor where one of the people was standing.

You smashed a nearby lamp on his head and stabbed him with the sharpened glass at the end. Throwing the damaged item onto the wet floor, you jumped back quickly, letting his body quiver with the current coursing through him.

You hit the other's neck with your elbow, pulling his head back until you heard a crack.

Such easy ways to kill someone...

You've already killed two people with your own hands. Even if the metallic, disgusting smell of blood was nauseating.

Before you were stabbed by the last man, you took the knife from the dead body, and plunged the bloody blade into his chest.

While his body was still moving, he managed to scratch your head with the tip of the knife, just above the ear. Cutting off some of your shiny hair. Making your ear and the side of your neck covered in drops of blood.

The man in front of you writhed in pain as you pushed the knife hilt towards him, holding the knife in it. Stuck in his sternum in the chest.

Even though you saw the fear of death in his eyes, you felt no regret. Even if he cried and looked at you pleadingly, you showed no mercy.

Just like they had no mercy for your parents.

As he fell to the floor, the knife fell out of his chest, staying in your hand. Covering your hands in scarlet liquid.

When he was twitching and moving away with the last strength, you just walked over to him, and sitting on his stomach, you drove the knife into his heart, slowly watching the life fade from his eyes.

You felt your pajamas soaking in warm sticky blood. However, you didn't let go of the blade as you walked over to your parents and hugged them, not caring how dirty and bloody you were. You slowly and gently closed your eyes and left the house. Heading to a place where you know where a girl used to live surrounding herself with people with "Q" marks on their clothes.

There was a calm expression on your face as you walked straight down the runway, focusing on going perfect. The flashes of the flash bouncing off your eyes. The outfit you're wearing looks so good on you. One of the collections of one of the most famous fashion designers has been selected for you. Alternating with two other models, you go out there, showing the clothes on your body for less than a minute. A then you go back to change into your next outfit, and leave when it's your next turn.

It was your job.

You like it. You are a famous model.

And you don't mind that people only look at what your body looks like.

You go to clothes exhibitions, you take part in advertisements for clothes, cosmetics, nail polishes, jewelry. You are the face of many advertisements.

A lot of people who hire you choose you because you're sexy. And there is mystery in you. And your eyes show killer sexiness.

Your pose is flawless, sophisticated.

Everyone who knew you talked about this mystery in photos and videos. Something obtained without photomontage and without any additional make-up.

And Dark Beauty when you're seen in the ads for the blood red collection. Everything from lips to nails was a rich red.

That color just reminded you of what had happened over the years of your life. You don't care as long as no one knows about it.

Besides, your revenge isn't quite complete yet.

When you were 16, you swore revenge on those who hurt your family and you. You are 23 now. You are a famous model that neither the media nor anyone knows the whole truth about.

Nobody knows anything about your childhood, nobody knows anything about your past.

"Our killer only kills those from Q? Pretty good..." the white-haired man muttered, looking at the lists of names killed by one person this month. Three people. He couldn't feel sorry for these people. Each of them had the symbol of the Q family. How could he worry about the death of his enemies?

"Gojo-san, there's going to be a fashion show party soon with Q's boss."

He looked at the man who had spoken to him.

He stood up, adjusting his white shirt, adjusting the collar. He put on a black jacket and black glasses hiding his face.

"I couldn't miss it. Let's get together, guys. Time to bust some Q's heads."

Upon arrival, Gojo sat in a chosen spot next to the raised stage for models.

Soon after, the lights all around went out. The stage was lit.

This made it difficult for them to find their target.

So they decided to wait until the main banquet and party started to catch their enemies then.

Those who hinder his mafia cannot exist. Creating a business is a daily routine for the great "Six Eyes. And when people who have contracts with him are suddenly found dead with a "Q" burned into their skin, he can't sit idly by.

When he watched the fashion show, he thought it was everything he had seen before. All models the same, with fake smiles, with everything to make them even more attractive to the viewer. In none of them, in his opinion, was one whose eyes reflected the soul. And Six Eyes draws attention to human eyes. He knows people's eyes when they show fear or anger. When they show emotion. According to him, there was nothing interesting in the eyes of these women.

Until you came out from behind the curtain, walking calmly ahead. In an elegant black dress.

Your face showed a certain coldness, but warm at the same time. Your eyes were so mysterious.

White hair caught your attention, and you looked at him once.

And then, the mysterious darkness in your eyes made his heart beat faster.

Despite your emanating true model face, coupled with a nice façade, he felt your beauty was deadly. And he liked it very much. Mysterious danger.

A beautiful cat that can scratch her claws at any time. Even to death.

His eyes sparkled behind his glasses as he felt a little blush appear on his cheeks.

It was the first time he fell in love with someone at first sight.

No... It was the first time he truly fell in love. And he didn't want to lose this chance.

That's why he memorized as many details of your face as possible to catch you at the party after the fashion show. Because he sincerely hoped you'd be there.

Even if this party here may be bloody and trashed tonight.

But the moment everyone heard a few shots and one man fell to the floor lifeless, Gojo knew that this was no time for love or fun for him.

After all, he came here to get rid of enemies in an easy way.

And the orders to anyone who came with him said only: "If you see someone from Q, shoot without hesitation. They're definitely here."

All the people panicked and started to run.

And then each of them took out a gun and started shooting at the enemies.

When the white-haired man saw that you were standing behind the curtain on the stage, without a moment's thought he ran ahead, jumped on the platform and pulled you on his shoulder, to sit behind a meter high and shoot to protect you. His goal in sight has already killed three opponents today.

"What're you-?!" You screamed as you pulled away from him.

You already had a plan to approach one of the Q's from behind and slit his throat!

And he interrupted you.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die." He said to you.

You couldn't see his eyes clearly through his glasses. But you know he's not a cop.

You are in the middle of a fight between mafias.

Arrows started raining in your direction and he then quickly pulled you in front of him, making you kneel in front of him, and he lowered your head to his chest as he bent down so they wouldn't shoot him.

As he knelt, leaning forward, you were underneath his body. That's how he protected you.

You don't know why he did it. But you guess there's a deeper meaning to it.

It was the first time anyone protected you. It was nice of him. Because that man didn't even know you. You only looked at each other once during the show. Few minutes ago!

When there were fewer shots in your direction, you crawled out from under his chest, heading around the narrow stage.

And you, too, reached into your thigh and pulled out a folding knife.

Ignoring the screams of the white-haired man behind you and the shots, you kept walking. Until you finally saw a man with a "Q" tattoo on his neck.

You literally felt the knife sharpening in your hand and you quickly walked over to him without making a sound and smashed the knife into his neck. And then to the side of the head.

You quickly pulled away and sheathed the knife to check for blood. Fortunately not.

You were pulled to your feet by the same man who tried to save you right after all the shots had stopped.

You looked at his face without glasses.

You noticed the beauty and unique vigor of the eyes.

You heard another shot.

You looked to the side to see a dark haired man firing a gun at a man who was sitting with his back against the stage to make sure he was dead. With his head on the side. Because of this, no one could see the hole in his temple and neck, which is why he died.

"That's everyone. None of them managed to escape." He said, addressing the white-haired man. "What about her? Shoot? You don't have glasses."

He pointed the barrel of the gun at you.

You'd love to fight. If only that guy's hands weren't on your shoulders.

"She saw my face, huh... It's okay. We're taking her with us." He said with a smile.

"What?!" you shouted pissed off.

"Baby, you couldn't see my face. It's not against the rules of my Mafia. No one except those closest to me has seen my face or knows my real name. According to the rules, I should kill you or lock you up so you don't tell anyone. However, killing you would be a great loss. You're so beautiful and you got me curious... I don't want to kill someone I fell in love with."

"...Hold on!" You screamed as you pushed him, but he only held you tighter.

"Come on. I just have to admit there's something mysterious about your eyes. What you show on stage is not the real you, is it?"

"Fuck off!"

"Aw, honey..." he mumbled sadly.

He started to drag you by the wrist to the car. And even though you kept leaning against you, when the other man helped him to immobilize your arms, you were put in the car and he got in right behind you. The door was closed.

You noticed the black window in front of you, separating you from the driver.

That's good. Maybe you can kill him.

When he looked away for a moment, you put your hand under your dress, pulling your knife from the belt on your thigh, and suddenly jumped into his lap, putting the blade to his throat.

"Hey, baby, this is how you repay me for helping me? Understand that these are the rules we have." He said with a smile, hands raised in front of you.

"I could handle myself." You growled.

"Such a dangerous, beautiful woman. What part is the real you?"

"Who are you?! Someone from Q?!"

"Slow down a bit. Actually, it's like I'm taking you, so I should be the one asking the questions. But okay. I'm Six Eyes. Mafia boss. And when it comes to Q, I'm their biggest adversary."

You wondered if you should trust him. He didn't seem threatening now. Also, there was no Q anywhere here.

Holding the knife to his throat, you hesitated for a moment on what to do.

This caused his hands to quickly pull you down to the seat. His both hands held your wrists while his hips touched your ass as you lay on your stomach.

"If I was from Q, I'd rather kill myself than be there. And besides, everyone from Q would pay no attention to anything. They would just tie you up, rape you, kill you, and then dump your body in a ditch. Did I do that?"

"If you tried, I'd castrate you." You growled.

"Dangerous. I like it. However..." he let go of your wrists and sat in his place, giving you space. "I don't know if you could do something for me. I must admit your ferocity and hostility is strong. But let's say I'm the Mafia boss and you're the model."

"Do not underestimate me..."

"So tell me, (y/n) (l/n), why shouldn't I underestimate you? Tell me something about you. Because you are famous, but your biography is not known by anyone."

You were locked up in the large villa that was his home for several days. Why? Because he didn't want to lock you up in your old garages. He didn't want you gagged and bound while you sat there for who knows how long.

Your relationship was closer because you liked him. However, there was still some tension between the two of you.

Him, the annoying, selfish asshole and egotist who spoke to you the way he wanted to, and always came in when you least expected it.

He was able to come to you in the bathroom while you were taking a bath.

And he joined you.

That's why things became intimate between the two of you quickly, even though you weren't even a couple. You could just be considered friends now.

And you both liked the relationship you already had.

Nothing changed for the next two weeks.

It doesn't matter how many times you hit him with a pan until he finally let you go.

Of course he didn't because he acted like a child after being hit on the head with a pan. He pretended to cry.

You took good care of him and checked him for any head injury. Everything was fine. So you didn't have to worry.

And then he wouldn't let you get out of bed, wanting to make you feel guilty for doing it.

He was lying on your stomach, making you rub and stroke his head because it hurt. And it was your fault.

You apologized to him, and what else were you supposed to do?

It was your revenge for him locking you in here. And for skipping one of the most important performances where you were supposed to show clothes on stage. However, you couldn't complain, because as compensation for your lost money, you received from him a wardrobe worth half a year of your work. Or even more.

If only he was still good at sex, then you wouldn't complain so much. Because your partners were terrible. It's as if they couldn't do anything.

Besides, you've also been given a luxurious house that you have to live with him anyway.

"Come on. I already apologized to you..." you said, running your fingers through his white hair.

"But it hurt..." he said, pretending to cry.

"You don't even have a trace of it. There isn't even a bump on your head."

"But it still hurt...

"You've probably watched the ball through your opponents more than once, right?"

"Not at all..."

"You're in the mafia, Satoru..."

So yes, he told you his real name with the idea that you can't leave him and leave his house anyway. So your names were used by you on a daily basis.

"I've been in the mafia since my mother gave birth to me. I took it from my father... Besides, nobody ever shot me. Because I shot faster and more accurately than they did. When I was 15 I killed a spy who was looking for our weak point in our defense." He laughed, purring as your fingers swirled in his hair.

"So you had a bloody childhood too?"

"I doubt you shot anyone when you were a teenager." He laughed. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'm 23." You replied.

"Same as me! You see? We are made for each other!" He stood up suddenly, looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.

"Apparently you have a headache." You laughed as you saw him quickly lay down on top of you again. "Come on. Come, let me stroke you a little more."

"Which means you had a bloody childhood?"

"Do you really want to know? Don't you prefer that I leave my mysterious eyes?"

"You're smart and cold, or so you think. At fashion shows and commercials, you change it to a mysterious and sensual façade. However, you can care for someone else."

"I hit you with a pan. Is this supposed to be taking care of someone?"

He laughed slightly.

"It was different. Because I don't forbid you to be aggressive. I understand that you hate me. But now you're stroking and hugging me. You wash me while I wash you. We are not such enemies. Can you say we're lovers?"

"I don't know. But when I was 16, I also did something that probably no other model has ever done." You laughed.

He looked at you for a moment, analyzing what you said.

And 7 years ago, almost 10 people were murdered. And from that moment on, the murders of everyone in the Q group and family began. Starting with some of the closest ones from the family of the boss himself.

And these murders continue to this day. The murderer is impossible to catch because no one knows who he is. The gender of this person is unknown. No one knows what his goals are in these murders.

"This knife... You..." He looked at you questioningly.

"I have a knife scar under my hair. And the blood stains are washing off the skin." You said softly. "You can beat me if you know the truth now. If you think I'll be in the way or I shouldn't kill people like them. But remember that if you try, I will try to protect myself."

"You know it doesn't matter to me We may even be partners in crime. Because this is the woman I fell in love with at first sight." He hugged you, holding you tight.

Your actions for revenge are not ridiculed by him. On the contrary. He supports it.

And he promises that everyone from Q will die.

Because he fell in love with mysterious dark eyes. Eyes that from the beginning hid something murderous. So beautiful.

Just like all of you.

Your relationship was like lovers and enemies at the same time.

Or was it more like partners in crime now?

Dark lovers who don't care about the lives of their enemies. You has a mafia boss, the famous Six Eyes, wrapped around your little finger.

You guided him. His heart.

Such a powerful man was so small and sweet to you. So submissive.

That's why you could give that big little boy what he wanted.

You were still riding his cock until you were out of breath that night.

Or rather, his breath.

When you wonder if he's good at sex, you thought he was going to be average.

However, it is different.

He has a big nice dick.

It really stretches you out. It goes so deep. It hits all the best places.

You could barely feel the thin condom against his thick length as your pussy slid over him, lovingly inviting him into your tight warmth every time you lowered your hips.

His arms were bound with the string you found. It felt so good in his muscles.

He couldn't move while you scratched his arms and bit his neck.

You were riding him, making him moan. His hips pushed upward to meet your warmth. Your hand on the back was catching his balls and you were squeezing the skin in your palm. You pinched his thighs. You ran your hands over his lower abdomen, running your fingers along the veins running down his pubic bone.

Your fingernails ran over his chest, occasionally grazing his nipples.

While riding him, you massaged your clitoris to make you come faster. And you smiled as you watched as his head was thrown back as he red-faced moaned at the feeling of your pussy sucking him. His chest heaved rapidly.

His cock twitched inside you.

And then you pulled it out of you, leaving it out in the air. Only with a thin condom on it.

He moaned as your fingers tightened on the base of him, not allowing him to come.

It was his first ruined orgasm you gave him.

And you think he was always driving during sex. He was downstairs now, but he didn't protest. This guy just needed someone to dominate him the right way.

Very slowly and unbearably, you took the condom off him as the precum began to form a transparent puddle in the sperm reservoir.

Leaning down to his red cock, you kissed his head, listening as he moaned, his hips jumping as he felt a sudden touch against a sensitive part of his body.

He was so red and sensitive from a ruined orgasm. It was so cute.

You sat on his hips, and rubbed your pussy against his length, pressing his shaft against his muscular belly.

At the same time, you pulled his face down to your chest, doing something he always did when he saw you shirtless. You put his head in your breasts and he immediately started sucking on your nipples. Feeling the softness of your skin.

Soon after, he started moaning again and you stopped touching his cock again. If he wasn't tied up now, he would grab the length of it and start stroking himself to feel relieved. But alas, his hands were tied. There was nothing he could do and he was at your mercy.

You pressed your fingers against it again. Ensuring not one drop of his cum will come out of his tip. He couldn't come yet.

You want to see him throw his head back and moan when he wants to cum so much.

You sat on his cock when he didn't have a condom on, and he hissed through his teeth at the hot and tight feeling when he had nothing to separate your insides from his sensitive skin.

You grabbed the second condom and ripped open the wrapper. Only then did you get off of him, watching his wet tip drool.

You put the rubber all the way down his length, and then you sat on him again.

Warming his cock until his eyes were glassy and hazy and his face was so red.

As he threw his head back and his shoulders and hips trembled, wanting to start thrusting into you to come, you gave him some mercy.

You started jumping on top of him, smiling as you watched his heavy breathing and closed eyes.

The mighty mafia boss began to moan beneath you. And his ragged moans coupled with light sobs were the cause of his intense orgasm which was a combination of the three he was about to get. His thighs trembled as he came filling the condom inside you, the heat from his fluids pushing his sensitivity to the limit.

As you pulled him out of you, his cock fell soft against his stomach. You took the filled condom off him and tied it, putting the sticky rubber on his abs.

You lay down next to him, untying his hands, letting him pull your body against his.

Your nights together made him unable to resist you. So when you wanted to go back to your dream job, he had to agree.

Two people followed you across the city.

Even if he trusted you not to tell anyone.

He had your secret and you had his.

Little cameras in people's suits let him see what you were doing.

Well, he knew what you would do with those two.

Besides, he didn't feel sorry for them. They were two deserters who ran away from Q to join his mafia.

And he promised you that everyone who is or even was with Q will die.

That's why when he suddenly saw a pool of blood on the other side, he wasn't surprised and didn't even feel sorry for the two people.

Then he saw your face as you held the camera in one hand and your knife in the other.

"Not nice, Six Eyes ~. I don't like being followed. And we'll keep your punishment for that for later, Okay?"

When you said that, he felt a pleasant shiver that passed over his spine. And he couldn't wait for you to come home.

You were his dark queen.

His dark, beautiful queen will have her beautiful vengeance.

Because you will get everything.

Every year, on your birthday, he would take you to one place where the dirty work of killing was often done.

As a surprise, you got one or two high-ranking Q people.

Because his beautiful queen will always get what she wants.

So if you want revenge, you'll get it. In the best way for you.

You are his killer beauty. His deadly love.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #Mafia boss Gojo #jjk #jjk x you #jujustu kaisen #gojo #jjk x reader #Sub Gojo

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Modern HOTD NSFW Headcannons

Contains: Jace, Daemon, Aegon, Aemond

Word count: 606

Warnings: smut 18+

Masterlist Here

Jace

Doesn’t understand hook-up culture

Blushes like a virgin at his crush/partner making sex jokes in public

Type of guy to get a towel to sit beside the bed before starting for easy clean up later

Also has tissues and water on the bedside for after

Gets turned on by people wearing his clothes

Got worried when you asked for lube but quickly learned he didn’t need to be

Proceeds to buy 5 bottles of different flavours

Would buy flavoured condoms

Has lived with so many people he’s learned to be quiet

Goes on hikes just to fuck in the forest cause to him that’s privacy

Irl dirty talk can be hard for him but on the phone?

Mastermind at making you squirm from across the country

Got very scared by kinks at first

Now a fiend

Constantly googling aftercare tips and how to dirty talk

Watches those youtube videos about how to kiss

Whenever he’s drunk he’s a proud horn dog

Brags about giving oral

Aftercare king

Daemon

Has a designated kink drawer

Possibly a straight up sex room

Organises his ropes by colour and preference

When he sexy talks irl its amazing

On the phone its great

He cannot dirty text

He uses way too many emojis or his promises don’t work without the voice

He has mastered the voice

Each gift giving occasion is accompanied by him buying you new lingerie

Every birthday he asked for the same thing: sex

Defiantly talks in online kink forums

Goes to poly clubs and swingers parties

Teaches everyone who listens about poly lifestyle

Under his sex toy drawer is a after care drawer

Tinder fanatic

Gets an STD text every other month

Is on a first name basis with a testing clinic

Considered being a porn star

Aegon

Condom king

Hands them out at every party he goes to

Constantly preaching about safe sex since sex is his favourite hobby

Tider is his most used app

Will fuck in the library, his brothers bed, or in a car

Car sex is his favourite

Blow job fanatic

Did a blow job shot for his bday with his whole family watching cause he doesn’t care

Too lazy for most kinks but knows how to find the clit

Loves ball play

Constant ball jokes however

Secret bottom who will have a meltdown when you call him one

Definitely keeps himself very trimmed down there

Makes everything an inuendo

A proud whore

Nude fanatic

His snapchat my eyes only is filled to the brim

Ends up in a poly relationship for like a year but eventually bows out of it

Aemond

Too deep for tinder but not for random hook-ups

Also not for only fans

Because he has one and is making bank off of it

Was ashamed at first till he used the money to buy a car

Wants to make enough to be a sugar daddy

Daddy kink 100%

Has a sex toy drawer and wide lube range

Takes cinematic level nudes

Still has a small stash of porn mags since he prefers it that way

Best gift for him is making a sex tape with his partner

Seriously considering becoming a striper on the side

Has a couple of fuck buddies on rotation rather than a new person every week

Has a mini fridge stocked with water by his bed to cool down after

Constantly researching new kinks

Has a spit kink

Runs his own nsfw reddit sub reddit

Makes thirst traps on tiktok

Asked his family for a hot tub for his joint birthday and Christmas gift just to fuck in it

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running-with-the-feels · 5 months

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Johnny Cage starts giving people birthday presents (possibly making up birthdays when they don't know or won't tell him.) What does he get everyone, and what does everyone bring to the surprise party they have when it's his birthday? (Of course they let him think they forgot/ don't know/ don't care)

ooooooo, I like how you think

Kuai Liang: A snow cone machine (Johnny is prepared to run for his life only to be terrified when Kuai Liang starts laughing and genuinely thanks him for it) Kuai Liang also doesn't remember his birthday (yet) so Johnny makes one up for him.

Hanzo: Johnny managed to track down a sword that had famously belonged to the Shirai Ryu and bought it off a collector, returning it to Hanzo privately rather than putting on a show like he normally does. Had to get Hanzo's bday from Takeda

Sonya: when they're married, all the kisses she wants along with her favorite type of coffee grounds, in a year's supply. After the divorce, just the coffee.

Jax: Fancy metal polish for his arms, Johnny thinks he's funny (Jax actually really likes it tho bc it does actually work and helps keep the scratches on his prosthetics from showing, and the fact that Johnny doesn't get all squeamish about the prosthetics like most people do is an added bonus)

Liu Kang: A new headband embroidered with flames at the ends. Liu Kang actually really likes it as his old one was getting worn out and it's easier to accept a practical gift than a frivolous one.

Kung Lao: Also metal polish for his hat, as well as a copy of the screenplay he wrote about Kung Lao's family legacy. Kung Lao expects it to be terrible, so he ends up shocked to find that it is a heart wrenching and emotional tale about the weight of such a family legacy and how hard every last one of his ancestors fought to defend their realm, ending with him (bc he didn't die NRS fu, or at least, he and all the other revenants get brought back with Jax Scorpion and Sub-Zero also bc fu nrs) and the acknowledgement of his skill and the pressure he's always been under nearly brings him to tears. When he gives Johnny the greenlight to make the movie, Kung Lao gets the leading role.

Kitana: A collection of Earthrealm snacks and beverages from around the world so that she can get a chance to experience it.

Jade: A jaguar carved from jade that she treasures, as it reminds her of Kotal

Kotal: Another jaguar carved from jade so that he and his girlfriend can match

Bi-Han: a nightlight, bc again, he thinks he's funny, along with all the kisses Bi-Han wants (which is a lot of them the man is Tactile)

Sareena: A bunch of Earthrealm movies bc she wants to explore the world and all the kisses she wants

Raiden: A trip to the spa in the hopes it will get the god to relax

Fujin: Also a trip to the spa, as thanks for dealing with his brother

Nightwolf: Tracks down a couple of stolen Matoka artifacts and "convinces" the collectors to return them to their rightful owners (he does this year round tho, so he also gives Nightwolf a new whetstone for his axes, just to make it a proper b-day gift)

Smoke: Smoke also doesn't remember his birthday, only that his name is Czech and he was found in Prague. Johnny gives him a book on the Czech language and offers to fly him to prague whenever he wants.

Kung Jin: A collection of Outworld delicacies bc he knows the archer misses them

Cassie: Anything she wants, she's his little princess and she Will be pampered.

Takeda: A copy of Carrie signed by steven king as it's Takeda's fav book (sudden telepathy and telekinesis + parental issues, sign him up)

Jacqui: A display case for all the medals she's earned in kombat, so that she can show them off and be proud of her accomplishments, even if Jax can't face them.

Frost: a set of throwing knives that she can terrorize people with, all in bright colours that have Kuai Liang groaning bc they're not stealthy but she is going to refuse to use anything else. Frost is Delighted by this

Lemme know if I missed anyone and I'll add them in.

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

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flower in a vase (hyunjin x chi) || up all night (bang chan & chi) || red lights mv || channie's room - reaction to red lights mv || red lights mv - behind the scenes || the sound - story ver mv || fake feelings in fake world (seungmin & chichi) || saturday night fever (MAMA 2022) || drunk on... what? (drunk chichi with broken heart) || I don't steal, I borrow! (soft chi x changbin) || game called healthy friendship (soft chi & felix) || kawasaki once more (chi being in love with changbin) || i'll be your man (kingdom performance) || I'm not going anywhere || Very Early Birthday (Changbin's Bday Special)

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crushonwoo · 2 years

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Darling

pairing : junhui x fem!reader genre : actor au, series, fluff, smut warnings : size kink, cream pie, unprotected sex, praise kink, sub!jun, softdom!reader, slight indication of pain kink, choking, cockwarming summary :your best friend minghao attempted to throw you a surprise party for your 21st birthday and you finally meet his twelve best friends. a/n : I was supposed to post this on jun’s bday but got to lazy oops. ALSO TEXTS IN BOLD IS JUN SPEAKING MANDARIN teaser | one

A package was thrown at a distracted Junhui. “You got a package.” Was all Seungcheol said before he left the room to deliver the remaining mail to the other members. Jun is thrilled by this since the only package he has been expecting is the script and schedule for his upcoming movie.

Being the great friend he is goes to find Vernon since he knew he would want to be a part of this. He finds him in the living room with Wonwoo. “I got the Darling You script.” Jun announced and gained the attention of both of them.

“Wait, you’re gonna be in the movie?” Wonwoo asked shocked that he now just found out that his friend will be in a movie about his favorite book.

Junhui just nodded and opens the package and took out the script and began to skim through it with Vernon doing the same from beside him. Every now and then he’d ask Vernon for some help regarding the definition on some of the words. Jun eventually handed the script over to Vernon to look over. The actor grabbed his schedule and was pleased that the director was able to work around the tour schedule.

“No way!” Vernon had shouted gaining Jun’s attention. “You have a sex scene!” Junhui quickly looked down at the script.

Sure enough there it was. Jun’s character has sex with y/n’s character. “Oh god I forgot about that, I didn’t think I’d get the part so I just signed it anyways!” Jun began to panic at the thought of having cameras film him in an extremely intimate act. “Do you think they’d get a stunt double if I asked?” Of course Junhui knew that he wouldn’t be completely exposed in front of a camera he was still terrified at the thought of pretending to have sex with his coworker in front of so many people.

Vernon laughed at Jun. “I’ll do it!” He eagerly shouted, he’d love any opportunity he could get to being close to y/n. “We all know that carats are going to love you after this movie! They will probably hate y/n though.” Vernon couldn’t help but to voice out his thoughts which only scared Jun more.

“Oh god I’m going to have to see y/n naked!”

“Are you seriously complaining right now?” Vernon’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “Oh right I forget you’re a virgin.” His voice was barley above a whisper as if he was telling a secret.

It was Jun’s turn to gasp in shock. “No I’m not stop saying that!” He then hits Vernon’s head.

“Well fucking one person twice doesn’t really count especially if you couldn’t make her cum.”

His face heated up with embarrassment and anger so Jun turns his entire body to face Vernon ready to attack him for his blunt words. Wonwoo being completely quiet until now only chuckles at his friends and takes out his phone to record the two to show the rest of the group later.

It’s a bittersweet moment for Jun when the tour finally came to an end. Bitter because he finished touring and won’t be seeing his friends so often. Sweet because he is about to go to LA with Joshua for a movie he gets to play a lead role in. Of course Jun had left all his packing until the night before his flight leaving Joshua to scold him for causing him to stress out about the situation. “Jun, why were you packing bed sheets?” Joshua continued to question the actor regarding his packing. “I told you we can buy everything when we get there, we just need to take necessities.” He had commented as he pulled a flashlight out of Jun’s luggage. “Where do you think we’re going? You’ve already been to LA!” Jun only shrugged as he watched his older friend empty his entire suitcase. “We have to start all over.”

Honestly if it wasn’t for Joshua, Junhui would have missed his flight and missed the table reading he’s currently at waiting for his costar to arrive. She wasn’t late it’s just everyone decided to show up extremely early. Jun was scared of getting lost and being late so he too showed up a half hour early. Everyone was here and waiting patiently speaking amongst themselves. Jun felt like the odd one out, because everyone here has already worked with one another on other projects. So Jun is the new kid keeping to himself and pretending to be busy on his phone with his notes app open.

“Hello everyone!” Your sweet voice interrupted Jun’s typing. “I decided to buy some treats from my favorite bakery for everyone as a celebration to our first table reading.” Your hands were full of boxes and you began to struggle with closing the door.

Before Jun could react and put his chivalry into action, four different sets of hands rushed to remove all the boxes from your grip. “Y/n you didn’t have to!” The director spoke as he got up from his seat and hugged Jun’s costar.

Seeing you in photos and seeing you in person is completely different experience. Jun can understand why everyone (Vernon) was obsessed with you, but in person Jun could see it for an entirely different reason. Especially as you took your time greeting every single person in the room. You were kind and overflowing with confidence with each conversation that you have tailored to every individual person. You stood before Jun with a shy smile the complete opposite of what he witnessed from your previous conversations. “Hi, I’m y/n. I’m really excited to get to know you Jun.” She stuck her hand out for Jun to shake, which he did, he even sent her his very own shy smile. “Sorry I looked you up as soon as the cast came out.” Jun noticed how your nose scrunched up in embarrassment from the information you told him.

“Oh, um that’s okay, I looked you up too.” Which is only half a lie because Vernon just gave him a lecture about who you were and showed your Instagram page. Which made Vernon jealous once he saw that you had followed him. Of course Jun followed you back and his fans without hesitation voiced out their opinions on it and began to speculate. “My friend is kind of in love with you.” Jun blurted out not knowing how else to go on with the conversation.

And you giggled, amused with the random information. “Oh really, is he in your band?” You carried on the conversation before taking a seat right next to Jun as everyone helped themselves to some of the tasty bread.

Jun nodded. “His name is Vernon, he’s from New York.” Jun could not stop the word vomit. Vernon is going to murder him when he arrives on set. “He’s a rapper in the group, I’m part of the performance unit.” He continues and grows even more embarrassed. Your genuine smile had only encouraged him to keep going.

Before you had a chance to comment the director had decided to start the meeting. Going over the schedule of when they’re going to be filming certain scenes. Jun began to fidget in his seat when they informed everyone that one of the sex scenes is going to be filmed at the end of this week. That was not enough time for Jun to mentally prepare for that. They went over the schedule quickly and moved onto the script. The entire cast read their lines and the writers would make adjustments. It was a good script and Jun felt so lucky to be a part of this.

The two of you had created the type of relationship that every director dreamed of their two costars having. It was all thanks to you of course. Since you made it a habit of inviting Jun out to the city to show him all your favorite restaurants, even inviting Joshua to ensure Jun was comfortable. You would even invite him to your place to go over scenes you would be filming the next day. Like right now, only you both got distracted and went to target only to stumble upon the album section. Jun had pointed out his album. You both had a few hours to kill before needing to be on set so of course you bought it. Which is how you ended up live on your Instagram to do an unboxing. “Jun they're asking which version this is.” You nudged his shoulder wanting him too answer since you didn't know.

“It’s the carat version.” He answered in English since most of the viewers were your fans. Jun tried to respond to the comments as best as he could but they were popping up so fast that he wouldn't be able to finish reading the sentence.

“Ooooo, Jun you look so good on the cover.” You showed the cover to the camera even as going as far as putting your hand behind the album. Jun could only chuckle and brushed off the compliment. He watched you put the album down and moved on to the photo cards. “Aww, I didn't get you. Who are these people? They’re really cute.” Again you showed the camera the cards.

Without hesitation Jun answered your question. “They aren’t too important they're just staff.” You raised your eyebrows at him not believing him at all. “Its a way for us to say thanks for their hard work.” He lied easily which you giggled knowing he was lying since the comments were telling you. “Besides you're an ot1 fan, it means you only like one group.”

“Who are these men.” You held them to the camera and you read the comments. “Hoshi, Scoups, Jeonghan, and Vernon, hey isn't Vernon the one you said has a crush on me?” His eyes widen knowing that Vernon will definitely get back at him for telling you about his crush on you.

Jun quickly ended your live. “Y/n that was supposed to be a secret!” You just laughed as you started to open the pack of just his cards.

“I feel like I'm collecting Pokemon cards like in middle school.” You stated as you looked at every single card. “This one is my favorite, you have a really cute smile.” Jun noticed how you always complimented him, at least ten times a day and it always got him getting shy and growing red.

Jun liked the attention from you, maybe a little too much since his dick would twitch after every single one. “Our fans usually put their favorite one behind their phone cases.”

You grabbed your phone. “Guess, I gotta buy a clear phone case to show you off.” Jun didn't think as he gave you his clear phone case and handed it to you. “You’re so sweet Jun, here we can trade.” You handed him your white phone case and you centered his photo card and put your phone in the case. “Look it's so cute!” You showed him and he smiled liking the thought of you taking his photo everywhere with you.

“Oh no.” His group chat was blowing up. He always muted the chat whenever he was with you but the amount of messages that kept showing was alarming and he knew the boys have heard about the live.

sol : ur dead to me

sol : unsubscribed from our friendship

sol : I am now a jun anti

scoups : LMFAO SINCE WHEN DID I GET DEMOTED

hosh : honestly I didn't expect you to break my heart jun I expected more from you

wonu : what did I miss ?

hao : ???

han : okay but which one of us did she call cute

sol : yeah tell us

shua : @ hao and wonwoo Jun went live with y/n and called scoups, soonyoung, Vernon, and jeonghan staff, then y/n revealed that jun told her about Vernon’s crush on her

hosh : don't forget about how he told her she's an ot1

jun : I can explain

jun : shes my friend not yours = ot1

jun : she called me cute bc she's an ot1 so stop

gyu : do you like her ?

jihoon : he definitely likes her

sol : honestly don't blame you but ouch im sad

jun : no comment

jun : im busy leave me alone

wonu : busy rehearsing those sex scene aren't you ;)

hosh : I forgive you GET IT JUN

gyu : I WILL ALWAYS SUPPORT JUNHOE

hao : that's bc ur the ultimate man whore

deekay : Vernon look away

kwan : CHAN LOOK AWAy

dino : and i oop

sol : heart been broke too many times

scoups : just us a condom ?

“What's going on? Are your friends mad?” You peaked at his phone but he wasn't worried since the texts were in a different language. Jun just shook his head no. “Good, come on we gotta go.” The walk to the set Jun felt his nerves bubble up from his stomach and spread to his throat. Today was that scene. “See you in there.” You smiled and waved before you went towards your trailer and he went to his.

Jun couldn’t help but to question if you were feeling as nervous as he was about having to film a sex scene with someone you had met the beginning of this week. It was basically soft porn. He knew this would also be your first time filming this type of scene from a conversation you had a couple days ago so that information helped him feel a little better. He changed into the skin toned briefs needed for the scene and threw on the robe before walking to set to get his makeup done. You sat in the chair next to him in a robe similar to his. The type you'd get at a luxury hotel, white and fluffy. You didn't see him since you had your eyes closed and lips puckered as your makeup artists worked on you.

He sat patiently in the chair as his own hair and makeup artist worked on getting him camera ready. You finished earlier than him so you waited and chatted with his artists. “Im not lying I swear!” He wasn't really paying much attention to the conversation since he was so worried about touching you the wrong way or doing something wrong in front of so many people. “I don't know how to do my own makeup, well just the basics, I can't even put on fake lashes or do eyeshadow.” Your laughter got his attention, he always thought you were the prettiest when laughing. All it took was for Jun to have an outing with you once to be wrapped around your finger.

“You’re all set Jun.” You smiled and got up with Jun and walked with him to set after he had thanked both the ladies.

You both met up with the director who wanted to go over the scene before they started filming. “Remember it’s supposed to be hot, fast, and rough.” He had said ending the small huddle. “And lots of passion!” He shouted as you both walked to your chairs to drop the robes.

Jun wasn’t insecure of his body and never has been, he was however scared of what you would think of him. It was almost unspoken how you both turned your backs to each other to drop the robes. You were also extremely nervous and slightly terrified since this would be the first time you'd be dressed in something so little in root of an entire movie se filled with cast and crew members. You were just amazing at acting like you were the most confident person alive. It was silent as you both turned towards each other to walk on set to start filming the sex scene.

There was no hiding the fact that it was extremely awkward as you both got into position against the wall. Jun’s hand pressed against the wall next to your head as his other hand grabbed your leg to wrap around him. He refused to look down at your body knowing that as soon as he loses eye contact he would get hard and possibly ruin everything. He just couldn't risk that. “Action!” The director shouted and a second later your lips met for the first time and Jun had to force himself to not enjoy how soft and plump your lips felt against his.

He knew he fucked up as soon as he pushed himself deeper between your legs and felt your cunt against his dick. The thin clothing on both of you didn’t leave anything to the imagination. He knew it was only a matter of time until he grew embarrassingly hard from just grinding alone. Your hands were everywhere rushing to grab any part of his body you could to show the camera how eager you were for him. It wasn't until you let out a fake moan followed by an out of breath I love you when he jerked away from you and rushed off set apologizing to everyone as he yanked his robe back on and left the building.

Joshua rose from the couch at the sound of the front door. “You’re back already?” He questioned Jun’s appearance. Body still covered in the robe and slippers. He watched him pace back and forth. “Is everything okay Junhui?”

“I messed up.” He admitted as soon as he realized he had actually ran away from filming. “Oh my god I’m going to get fired.” He began to panic which led to the older one to join him.

“Jun what happened?”

“I don't know, she said she loved me and I got hard and so I ran away!”

“So? Thats her job, to act out the script!” Joshua shouted in disbelief. “She will probably forgive you for abandoning her and leaving her alone in front of everyone in little to no clothing right?”

Jun’s eyes widen at the realization. “Oh god, I’m an asshole. Can you take me to her place so I can apologize?” The guilt set in and Jun could only hope that his actions didn't effect you.

Joshua being the good friend he is nodded. “Just maybe change and look presentable?” He teased his younger friend who agreed and went to go change. “Call me when you want me to pick you up.” Jun thanked Joshua for the ride before shutting the door and walking up your driveway. He had no idea what to say. Sorry, you got me really hard when you said you loved me and so I was about to cum in my pants. Definitely not that.

He knocked and waited patiently for you to answer your door which didn't take long. “Well fuck me.” Jun muttered under his breath when his eyes landed on you with wet hair and a silk pink robe. Clearly just finished having a shower. “Sorry, I just wanted to apologize about today, if you're busy I can come over later.” Jun went to walk away before you grabbed his wrist tugging him inside your home.

“Jun, you’re so dramatic. I’m not busy, now tell me what happened today.” Your voice was sweet which only added to his guilt knowing you didn't deserve what he made you go through today.

He let out a sigh as you led him to the living room. “You know I have never filmed anything like that.” You nodded remembering the conversation. “Well a certain body part was enjoying it a lot more than it was supposed to and I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.” He admitted not making eye contact and refusing to take a seat on the sofa. “I’m also sorry for running away, I was embarrassed and didn't want anyone to see.”

“Junnie, its okay, it happens.” You walked up to him and held his cheek in your palm. “It was my first time filming something like that too, hell I also got a little excited.” Jun felt hypnotized, from your soft touches to the way you’re looking up at him. “Maybe we should practice.” You offered which led to your other hand pressing against his chest and slowing going down to his abs and staying there waiting for him to say anything. “Do you want to practice Junnie?”

“I’m not . . . good.”

He felt embarrassed as he spoke out his insecurity to you, scared to receive a negative reaction from you. “That’s okay, I’ll help you Junnie.” The nickname you rarely use and your gentle tone is his undoing.

Jun doesn't think as he rushes his lips to greet yours in a soft kiss. You are addictive, and Jun cannot get enough. He feels your tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Everything about this kiss is soft and innocent, the complete opposite of what happened on set. Jun feels your hand lower from his stomach to palm his semi causing him to let out a small moan at the contact. Your tongue enters his mouth from the moan and your tongues explore each others mouths. Jun can't think feeling so overwhelmed with the sensual kissing and you caressing his cock. This time you moan into his mouth at the feeling of him growing harder in your open palm.

“Oh Junnie, you’re so big.” You whisper to him as his lips leaves yours so he can rest his forehead against yours to watch you palm him through his sweatpants. He felt so thick and large in your small hand and you looked forward to the feeling of his cock stretching you out. Jun couldn't help but to thrust against your hand at your words. “Do that again.” You removed your hand to wrap a leg around his waist to feel his girth against your barley clothed crotch.

Jun watched as your pink silk robe revealed your white lace panties. He grasped your thigh to help you have balance before he did what he was told to do. “Fuck.” He whispered as you moaned into his shoulder. Breath almost as warm as your pussy. He continued to grind himself onto you, position similar to earlier on set. He wasn’t sure if the wet spot on his sweatpants were from you or him, he didn't care everything felt so amazing.

Your plump lips attached onto his jaw and trailed open kisses until you reached where his jaw connected to his throat, right below his ear, you gently sucked and licked. All while continuing to moan directly into his ear. His other hand wondered to hold onto your waist, his thumb rubbing the skin directly under your breast. You weren't wearing a bra. “So hot when you speak mandarin.” You tell him right before you lick a stripe from the base of his neck up to his ear before softly biting his lope. Jun’s hips faulted at the new feeling. “Junnie please fuck me against this wall.” You have never been known for being patient especially in a situation like this.

“Whatever you want y/n.” Jun’s voice a lot deeper than usual as your greedy hands goes to remove his shirt, him still holding most of your weight against him and the wall. His shirt is removed so he goes to untie the robe, but leaves it on, Jun quickly attaches his mouth to your bare nipple. He bites and sucks for a moment before he parts. “Hold on baby.” You attach your arms around his neck and both legs wrap around his waist as his hand push his pants low enough to free his achingly hard cock and kick the rest of his pants off. Jun pushes you back against the wall tugs onto you flimsy panties with enough force to rip it apart so he can rub his pink tip to your entrance.

Your juices spread onto his tip and your head falls back and hits the wall with a soft thud. “Put your fat cock in me Junhui, please fuck me.” You moaned out as you pulled his hair. He eased the head of his cock into you. “Such a good boy for me Junnie.” You were breathless as he continued to lower your pussy onto him. He stretched you out so much that it caused a fiery pain that was pleasurable for you. “You feel so good in me, keep going baby.” Jun loved your praises as well as the new pet name.

He continued to softly thrust in and out of you at a slow pace both of you enjoying the feeling of each other. “So fucking beautiful.” Jun grunted as he watched his cock disappear into you just before coming out glistening in your wetness. “So tight and warm.” You felt so full and deliciously stretched out every time his hips met yours forcefully. The sound of squelching and the feeling of his veiny cock rubbing against your inner walls had you moaning for more. The power behind the thrusts had your eyes water from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you felt.

You wanted to feel more of him so you eased one leg onto the ground for him to try a new angle. “I love the way you feel inside me baby.” Jun wanted wanted to please you in any way you wanted as long as he would get another praise from you. You grabbed one of his hands and led it to your lifted leg for him to hold and squeeze at your thigh. Then you grabbed his other hand and led it to hold your neck. “Squeeze baby.” Jun would do anything you'd ask of him, so he squeezed the sides of your throat like you asked and stared into your eyes as he did so. His cock twitching inside you at the sight of your mouth open with silent moans and your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. The pleasure he is causing you. “Right there Junnie, like that keep going I’m gonna cum.”

He nodded against your forehead eyes staring deeply into each other. “Please let me cum inside you baby.” He begged however it was like you understood his words since you nodded and moaned against his lips before sealing them in another wet kiss. Your fingers toyed with your clit moving at a faster pace than his thrust feeling the tight knot forming wanting to come undone. Jun bit onto your bottom lip as his cock twitched for the last time before his cum shot into you. He continued to fuck his hot seed into you moaning as he bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. The pain causing you to reach your own climax. “Fuck you’re so good to me.” Jun continued to thrust into you fucking you through your orgasm and firmly held onto your neck squeezing in sync with every thrust. “So good to me.” He whined into your ear as his thrust slowed to a stop as his cock grew soft.

Before you could say anything he lifted you into his arms staying inside of you. He carried you to your obnoxiously large mattress wanting nothing more than to have you sleep in his arms with his cock still buried deep inside you. It was a new feeling for him and he was addicted. “You were such a good boy Junnie, made me feel so good.” You sighed as you rested your head against his chest letting your eyes fall shut. Jun felt a flutter of pride knowing that he made you feel good. He laid on his back with you laying on top of him. Your weight lulling him to a sleep.

#junhui x reader #wen junhui #seventeen #junhui fluff #junhui series #actor junhui #vernon #wonwoo #seungcheol #darling you #seventeen series #crushonwoo #joshua #Junhui smut #jun smut

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cable-knit-sweater · 10 months

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You be the match, I will be a fuse

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 5.5k

Rating: E

Tags: dom Bucky, sub Steve, birthday presents, fireworks, 4th of July party, teasing, lingerie, rimming, (slightly?) mean Dom Bucky, (light?) feminization, Bucky’s idea of a bday present is eating Steve out until he cries, semi-public sex

Summary: Steve wears one of his birthday presents from Bucky (and a little extra), to his birthday/The Avengers' 4th of July party, and thinks he can get away with teasing his boyfriend with it, even if he knows Bucky will get back at him for it later.

He just slightly underestimates Bucky's patience.

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Written for @buckybarnesevents’s Hot Bucky Summer, Week 5 | Prompt: Fireworks & Knees Buckling, @allcapsbingo card AC1005 | Square: N1 - Rimming & Monthly Mission July: Happy Birthday Steve! and @mcukinkbingo | Square: B3 - Clothing: Lingerie

#maya tries to write #stucky fic #hotbuckysummer2023 #mcu kink bingo #allcapsbingo2023 #stucky #steve x bucky #not at all late for a Steve bday fic but what can you DO #life

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trvppybro · 4 months

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Anyone know a creator or builder that I could sub to who could help me hook up a first bday party for a boy? Custom room???? My furnishing sucks lmaooo. I need heeelp

#sims 4 cc #sims4 build #post and delete #helppp lmao

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hausofmamadas · 2 years

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RAÍCES DE DINARRÓN | Eso es mi pinshe espososa ... get your own, cabrón

✷✷✷ (For any and all Dinarrón content, refer to disclaimer in these posts) ✷✷✷

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From Narcos: Mexico, Season 3, episode 10 - Life in Wartime

Salud a mi gente, been a hot minute since I posted and proper screamed in all caps about Dinarrón. And let me tell you…… va a ser como un doozy. Y por qué? Porque esta escena fue la que comenzó todas las mensas shingaderas Dinarrón. Estamos?

Come sit on grand pappy’s lap and I’ll tell you a story. Months ago when I was recording some Dina scenes from Nmx for an IsaDina fanvid which is still a thing except I changed it so not really but like it sorta is... it’s fine I started noticing this thing where like, esp después de que se convierta la jefa de jefas but not just S3 -> see this post Barrón just seemed to ALWAYS be in the background of her shots? Which like, okay it’s not that weird. Mans haunts the edges of the whole show. He was following Mín around at the start of S3 when Mín was AFO big man on campus ... HOWMEVER

This fucking scene hit me right in the chesticle muscle they call that a heart? idk bc this happens after Min comes out of hiding and is Big Boss again. And like it’s awkwaaarrrd. Bc everyone’s a lil like, by everyone, I mean Pancho, Món, and obvious lover Barróncito “Cool Mín, you’re back! Glad you didn’t die, really swell. But Dina’s been holding down the fort like a regular Julius Caesar and her suits are sharper than yours imjustsosorry but I feel like??? she’s more in charge than you, hombre??? …also we're scared of her. Like when you get mad, you look much stress and stomp out of bday parties but when she gets mad, she strings ppl from freeway overpasses like wet laundry, so ….”

Bc lest we forget, this is the same ep Món finds Mayo and takes that tidbit to Dina, not Mín bc no one knows who’s in charge except they totally do and it’s totally Dina but they don’t want to make Mín cry in his soup when he just got back. And based on this scene, it seems Barrón is likewise unsure who’s in charge or he just not done following Dina around like a lost puppy bc he has functioning eyes and a functioning brain with which to process Dina’s extraordinary foxiness and can’t get enough ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who can say

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Y estas pendejadas got me in such a tizzy bc:

a) The way it’s shot. Bc callate alaverga y moment of silence for how fucking cool this looks. Dinarrón aside, enserio I love this shot so much. The close-up on Dina's face, all emo in her feels she turns around, it’s blurry, only for Barrón to slowly come into focus. It's one of those sequences that makes me regret going to school for Physics. Sub pinshe Chapo and Cochi in here, and I'm still obsessed. But like also.... okay.... am I straight bonkers, or does it seem like a weirdly intimate way to frame a shot for two characters who’ve only directly spoken a total of THREE MF TIMES IN THE WHOLE SHOW?? AM I??? CRAZY??? these are rhetorical kthnx had it been Panchito or Món, that would make sense to me. It’s her brothers, we've witnessed heartfelt interactions btwn them, she's close with them. Like alone it isn't weird but like… why??? Barrón?? Legit talked 3 times, I've counted.

b) he refers to her by The Formal “Usthted”

c) again, I ask ignoring the like obv answer of look at his face why is he the one tasked with getting Dina and not one of her brothers?? Like is he still her bodyguard?? Even though Mín is back and presumably he should be up Mín’s ass again?? Or maybe Dina got to keep her clear, obvious lover and blatant malewife security since she was boss for so long???

REGARDLESS, none of it especially makes sense and none of it’s especially explained. And thusly, the only rational thing we can conclude in light of this irrefutable evidence is THEY BEEN FUCKIN.

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And suuurree, you're prob thinking.... Kay. In no way is that the only explanation. And y'know, I couldn't argue with you joke's on you, I can always argue no matter how absurd the angle except the above. Let's unpack this. Barrón is escorting his Boss in life and love to this big ass fam meeting that Ceasar understudy #1 Mín has called to discuss future AFO moves. Dina's standing at one end of the table, Min seated at the other end so that sksksks depending how you look at it, they're both at the head of the table.

More importantly tho, the look SKSKS on Dina's face SKSKSK when Mín asks Barrón about the Amado search. Before that, she's enjoying her smoke, raisin’ her eyebrows at someone all cute-like. Then Mín pipes up, “still nothing on Amado?" Barron says no and Mín tells him to *snap snap* stay on it, sends him away. Her fuckin face when she looks at Mín..... at Barrón.... then back at Mín, is giving like:

".... this biiiiiiiiiiiiiish ....? Just exactly???? tf you think you are??? Ordering mi mano derecha, mi rayo de Luna, mi espososa, MY MALEWIFE, around?? Is he yours???? Oh, no??? Cause he's mine??? Maybe I wanted him to go look for Amado. Or maybe I wanted him to stand next to me so we could look like the sexiest, most devastating, color-coordinated One True Power Couple that ever was. MAYBE THAT'S WHAT TF I WANTED HIM TO DO, MÍN."

… Okay, so maaay have taken some liberties, maybe editorialized that last part unpoquito... but, for sure, just the last bit.

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taglist(have some gifs): @ashlingnarcos @cherixrosa @cherixsays @narcolini @cositapreciosa @purplesong1028 @criatividad-e @tinylittleobsessions @cigarettesaftersunset @carlislecullenisadilf @artemiseamoon @narcos-narcosmx @thesolotomyhan @southotheborder @mandaloria314 @bellinitini @ashlingiswriting @narcosmx @kesskirata @curaheed @alreadywritten

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malachiexists13 · 2 years

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"Simple Curiosity Goes So Far" || Barbatos

Character: Barbatos

MC's Sex/Pronouns: They/Them - Gender Neutral (AFAB) || Kai (OC)

Genre: 🍋

Established Relationship: Mutual Pining

Pairing: Dom!Barbatos x Sub!Kai

Word Count: 2,574

Requested By: N/A

//TW:

Potential Spoilers For Barbatos' 2022 Bday Event

Breeding Kink

Creampie

Implications of Female Genitalia

Does Kai wearing panties count as a tw?

Slight Angst

Mention of Insecurities (Kai think they aren't worthy or good enough for Barbatos)

Spoilers for Kai's backstory/future story idea

Other/Notes: Written using Day 1 of Kinktober: BREEDING prompt. Kai is an OC that I primarily use with Obey Me, so this kinda an self indulgent fic lol. I'm not very good at writing smut so this probably sucks. But I tried my best! Even though my smut writing feels dry to me now, I'm still working on improvement every day.

Also hear me out. Desperate and needy Barbatos.

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[Third POV]

The moon shone brightly on the cool night that marked another year for the demon butler. It was Barbatos' birthday, and Kai had done whatever they could to assist him in making it a wonderful one. Even though they had never admitted it out loud, Kai was infatuated with the demon. He was always kind and approachable, easy to talk to. But it wasn't clear as to when feelings had begun to develop.

The human had always found the demon quite pretty, attractive even. But that wasn't enough to call it a crush or love even. Not for them at least, they were used to thinking someone is pretty but never wanting to pursue them. Barbatos was.. different. Kai always found themself seeking him out, agreeing to whatever he asked, too. The demon butler always seemed to be on their mind.. But they had convinced themself he was unattainable, that all they could do was admire him from a distance.. And that's what they did, all while keeping a friendly attitude.

And his birthday was no different. When Barbatos had approached Kai asking for their advice and assistance, they were quick to agree. Even admitting they'd do anything for the demon. But their relationship took a turn on the night of Barbatos' birthday..

"...Thankfully, we were able to slip away from the party." Barbatos spoke, his usual casual smile firmly in place. He and Kai stood outside in the Castle Gardens, the stars shining brightly overhead, the moon illuminating Barbatos's beautiful features. It almost looked as if he were glowing in the gorgeous moonlight, and that sight alone was enough to make Kai's heart race.

Barbatos turned his gaze to Kai, green meeting green as their eyes met. He smiled, speaking softly, "I believe I mentioned there is something else I wanted to do with you today." Kai nodded, remembering clearly what he had said on their 'date' the other day, "Yes, I remember. So, what is it?" A moment of silence followed, the only sound being the gentle wind. Until Barbatos finally spoke- "...I wish to go stargazing with you."

Kai was taken slightly aback, but he continued speaking, "It would appear that stargazing is Belphegor's hobby. When I heard that, I thought it might be nice to watch the stars together." The demon explained. Kai simply nodded, they were well aware of Belphie's hobby. After all, he had dragged them along to indulge in the activity before. But.. Did Barbatos really want to stargaze with them of all people?

Seeming to sense Kai's inner dilemma, Barbatos gave them a gentle smile and held out his gloved hand. "Please, stand next to me." Still hesitant, Kai reached out and gently grasped Barbatos's hand and stood closer. Taking note of how warm and gentle his touch felt. Looking up at the stars, Barbatos began to speak once more, "Today was a wonderful birthday. It was also an opportunity to get to know everyone a little better."

The demon butler turned to look at them, "And none of this would have come to pass were it not for your fine advice. There are no words to properly express my gratitude." Kai felt the heat rise to their cheeks as they looked at him, his normal calm and composed smile was now more gentle, genuine and sweet even. The beating of their heart only increased at the sight.

Feeling confident, Kai spoke without thinking, "I'm sure a kiss would do just fine." Not long after the words left their lips, dread set in. And their nerves only began to rise. What if that was much too forward? What if Barbatos only saw them as a friend? What if they had just ruined everything?! Of course they had, Barbatos was probably disgusted with them. He was one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, how could a lowlife human like them have any chance?

Before they had a chance to apologize and pass it off as a joke, a chuckle escaped Barbatos's throat as he gently cupped Kai's cheek, making them look at him, "...As long as you realize, I may not be able to restrain myself afterwards." Kai stood in shock as Barbatos leaned down, gently pressing his lips to theirs.

It took a few seconds for Kai to fully process what was going on, but soon, they closed their eyes and kissed him back. Barbatos suddenly let go of their hand and wrapped his arm around their waist, pulling their body flush against his as the hand holding their cheek moved to the back of their head. Deepening the kiss.

He parted his lips, gently running the tip of his tongue over Kai's bottom lip, prompting them to part theirs. Kai wrapped their arms around the demon's neck as he slipped his tongue in to explore their mouth. The hand on their waist trailing ever so slightly lower.. Soon, the two parted. A thin string of saliva being the only thing that kept their lips connected as heavy pants escaped both of them.

"Kai.." Barbatos whispered, a deep blush on his cheeks. "I wish to know you deeper than any other.. To hold you in my arms and feel the beating of your heart." His voice was husky as he leaned closer, whispering in their ear, "To run my hands through your hair and kiss every inch of your body.." As if trying to extenuate his point, he moved downwards towards Kai's neck and pressed a kiss against their pulse point.

A soft moan escaped Kai's lips, heat slowly rising in the pit of their stomach. "And? I'm not stopping you.." Kai mumbled, silently hoping Barbatos would take the hint. And it seemed he had. When he pulled away to look back at Kai's face, the demon's smile was replaced by a smirk. Keeping his hand firmly on their waist, his other came to rest beneath the human's chin. "Very well. I do hope you understand what you're getting into…"

The demon began to lean closer again, but before he could kiss them- "Barbatos! Kai! Where have you gotten to?" It was the voice of Diavolo, Barbatos's master and the future demon king. The two of them quickly separated, not wanting to be caught by the butler's boss of all people. "..Oh dear. Perhaps we should return.." He commented.

"Mmhmm.." Kai mumbled in agreement, then noticed just how intently the demon butler was staring at them. An unreadable emotion in his deep green eyes, "Might I ask that we continue this later? After all, we have plenty of time." The demon smirked. A light teasing glint in his eyes. Kai's breathing hitched, but only for a moment. After all, did Barbatos truly think he could tease them?

Kai gave a light smirk in return, "As if you even need to ask. Didn't I say I'd do anything for you?" They leaned to whisper in his ear, "That does include things such as kissing or sex, you know.. I don't mind at all what you do to me.." When they moved away, the sight of just how flustered and aroused Barbatos looked was truly a wonderful one. One that was certainly worth the wait.

And the best part? Barbatos would have to wait until later that night, or even later than that, to act on the offer handed to him. He certainly couldn't act on it here. Not with his Young Master searching for him. Not with those demon brothers Kai lived with still here, or the boys from Purgatory Hall. He would simply have to wait for an opportunity, one where he and Kai were alone, and unlikely to be interrupted.

Kai knew this, they knew it well. And that's why they'd teased him. They could wait as long as it took for him to break and lose all composure he had left. They could wait until he couldn't anymore. The thought of such a sight, a man such as Barbatos no longer calm or composed. Instead, needy and desperate. It would surely be rewarding to see such a thing.

Later towards the end of the party.. Lucifer approached Kai and informed them that Barbatos requested they spend the night, and Lord Diavolo had agreed. Kai gave the eldest brother a smile and told him they understood. But suddenly, he placed a hand on their shoulder and whispered- "I don't mind your relationship with Barbatos. All I ask is that you keep your noises to a minimum and do not let Diavolo catch you tonight."

A deep red tint spreae on Kai's face as they realized what Lucifer was implying, "How.. How do you-" Rather than answering, Lucifer raised a finger to his lips in a 'shh' motion and smirked. Then, he walked away. Kai watched after the demon, 'How does he always know everything..?'

Soon, all the party guests left. And shortly after, Diavolo retired to his bedroom. Leaving just Barbatos and Kai as the only ones awake inside the Demon Lord's Castle. Specifically the Kitchen, cleaning up after the party. "You certainly are more daring than I thought." Barbatos suddenly commented. Kai turned their attention towards him, "What do you mean?" A small smirk formed on his face as he stepped closer.

"I wasn't expecting you to be so bold as you were earlier, that's all." He spoke, now standing directly in front of Kai. "While I knew of your feelings for me, I hadn't thought you'd suggest I kiss you." He explained, resting a hand against Kai's face. Kai placed their hand over his, slightly nuzzling into his touch. "Well.. I didn't think you'd actually kiss me. Nor admit how much you wanted me.." They whispered.

Barbatos stared at the human in wonder. He had always been curious as to how they'd easily gotten Diavolo, Lucifer and others to be so infatuated with them when he himself just couldn't see it. No matter how much he observed them, he only grew more and more intrigued as he tried to find what attracted others to them. Was it their kind and helpful nature? Their sarcastic attitude? Their empathy? Or could it be.. Curiosity?

No matter how you would look at the portrait, there was something more to Kai. Something they kept hidden. Something that would explain why they often seemed to fake their behavior. But it seemed that even those closest to them had no idea what truly lay within their heart.

But did that really matter now? Kai had admitted their feelings to Barbatos, told him that they'd do anything for him, gave him such a tempting offer.. Did anything else really matter now?

Barbatos placed his other hand back on Kai's waist, pulling them closer. His gaze clouded with lust as it dropped to their lips, his thumb lazily dragging across. "..May I kiss you again?" "Didn't I say earlier that you didn't need to ask?" Kai smiled. Without wasting another moment's hesitation, Barbatos pressed his lips against Kai's. This kiss, unlike the other, was hungry, and desperate.

In his desperation, Barbatos tightened his grip on Kai's waist, pulling their body flush against his. "Ngh.. I want you so badly.." He whispered against their lips. Kai smiled, wrapping their arms around him, "Then take me. I'm not going to stop you."

Suddenly, Kai found themself bent over the Kitchen counter. "Barbatos-" "I apologize, but I cannot restrain myself any further." He grit his teeth, pressing his hips against Kai's ass. He leaned forward, pressing kisses and biting gently at their neck. One hand moving to slide beneath their shirt, trailing across their chest.

A muffled moan escaped Kai's lips as Barbatos toyed with their nipples and littered their neck with bites and hickeys. His other hand trailing between Kai's legs and beneath their skirt, two fingers rubbing their clothed heat. "Ah! Mm.." Kai moaned. Barbatos let out a low chuckle, "You're already so wet for me.. Did I arouse you that much?"

Lifting Kai's skirt to expose their lower regions, Barbatos pulled their panties to the side and slowly slid a finger inside their entrance. "Oh- oh fuck.." They gasped out, their body tensing up at the sudden intrusion. "Shh.. Relax." Barbatos whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Kai's cheek. His finger slowly sliding in and out. Kai grit their teeth, pleasure slowly building up in their abdomen.

"Ngh.. Barbatos.. Please.." Kai whimpered. Their own desperation rising. "Hmm? What do you want, Kai?" "Please.." Kai grasped the demon's arm, "Please just take me now.." Barbatos stiffened, his movements pausing. He began to shuffle around his clothing, pulling his cock from the confines of his pants.

"I'm going to put it in now.." Barbatos whispered a warning, lining his cock up to Kai's entrance. Sliding his cock inside their heat, Kai's entire body fell tense at the feeling of him inside. "Mmhm.. You're so tight.." The demon groaned. Kai let out a small whimper, "Ngh.. It.. It feels so.. so full.." Barbatos let out a chuckle, "Relax.. I'll make you feel good soon.."

Barbatos moved his grip to Kai's hips, and slowly began to slide his cock in and out of them. Gasps and moans fell in whimpers of 'oh shit..' and 'please..' from Kai's lips, the feeling of Barbatos' cock against their walls causing a throbbing pleasure to fill their abdomen. "Keep clenching around me like that and- nghh.. I won't be able to hold on much longer." Barbatos groaned, snapping his hips into Kai's quicker. The sound echoing throughout the room.

"Mm.. Please.. I.. I want you-" Kai gasped out, all coherent thoughts dissipating. "Yes? What is it?" Barbatos prompted, slipping his hand back into Kai's shirt to toy with their chest. The throbbing sensation began to build faster until it nearly snapped. Like an overflowing glass. "I- I'm going to-" Kai moaned.

"Me too.. Ngh.." Barbatos' mumbled. "Please.. Cum inside.. F-Fill me up." Kai moaned, tears pricking the corner of their eyes, legs shaking. Something snapped inside Barbatos, all reason leaving. His movements began to speed up, desperate for both his and their release. "Mm! Barbatos!" "Fuck.." Barbatos grit his teeth, "You feel so good.. I want to fill you up with my seed.. I want to see you full of it.. I want to claim you as mine and mine only.."

Kai's legs shook, their knees buckling as their release fell over them. Their walls clenching harder around Barbatos' cock as their arousal coated him. Pleasure overflowing, Barbatos' cock twitched inside Kai before spilling his seed. Their walls splashed white. Barbatos forced them to look back at him, kissing them and giving a few final thrusts to ride out their individual orgasms.

Barbatos slowly pulled out, a small grunt escaping his lips at the sight of his cum dripping from Kai's heat. Catching their breath, Kai turned to look at Barbatos, "That.. Shit.. That was better than I expected.." They smiled. The demon butler smirked, "I am happy to know I could please you." Barbatos leaned to whisper in their ear- "But.. You are aware this is not the end? I did say I wanted to see you full of my seed.."

A blush spread across Kai's pale skin, "Well.. How can I say no to that?" "Perfect.. Shall we move to the bedroom?" Kai smiled. The night was only just beginning. Who knew it could be so rewarding to see Barbatos selfish for once?

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