#that fucking strong ass jaw and chin

[sttoru]

your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called ‘sweet / pretty girl, baby, princess’. beta read? what’s that.

you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. ‘i promise, baby, c'moooon’ — you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.

“fine, but only one kiss, okay?” you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kiss—only for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.

satoru’s soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoru’s low, needy whimpers.

the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.

“mh, you’re such a good kisser, baby,” the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lips—your head tilting to the side and back—automatically accomodating to satoru’s motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, “more, ngh, need more of you, please.”

satoru was not letting up. you couldn’t blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensity—going from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.

you whine and straddle satoru’s lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.

he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.

satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.

“mhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.” satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.

it was perfect. all of you was perfect.

your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.

the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.

“nnh, ‘toru, need’to breathe,” you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.

neither of you want to pull away—to pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.

the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like you’re asking him to break up—that’s how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.

however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.

his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and down—his fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.

“pretty,” satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, “thank you, princess.”

you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.

“thank you for what?” you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.

satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.

over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.

“thank you for being with me,” satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.

until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.

“thank you for everything, honestly,” satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. he’s admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, “could have never believed that i’d end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.”

satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and that’s when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.

he looks at your face and body like he’s witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.

“stop saying that.” you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.

the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, “how am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?”

you squirm due to satoru’s flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. it’s been the complete opposite every day.

“someone’s getting a bit squirmy, aye?” your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like it’s your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.

you can’t control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoru’s cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.

you surely can’t leave him alone while he looks like that.

“shut up and kiss me already.” you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his job—his passion. the only thing he ever craves for.

the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. it’s just you two in that moment—no one else mattered.

as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #x female reader

[fairy-hub]

‘𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: size kink, teasing/mocking/encouragement/light degradation, toji bites you once, daddy/mama/princess, toji is very cocky with how you're boosting his ego, big dick toji struggling to get all of his cock in you, pain kink, choking, squirting, mind break, restriction but toji uses his size and weight to do so, manhandling, very light objectification, cock drunk!reader, pussy drunk!toji

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Toji getting turned on by how small the reader is compared to him and then fucking them senseless?

Pinning your wrists above your head with one large, calloused hand. "Your sloppy little cunt is so beautiful takin' my cock. I knew she would be the moment I saw you." His thick cock stretching your sloppy sensitive cunt loose is already overwhelmingly after he just put it in.

"So fuckin' short, the way I can bend you in two and fuck you stupid. Nnng!" Toji keeps his groans low trying to hear you whine.

Twisting your hips, gliding your tight cunt on his cock. You can feel the soft ridge line of his cockhead tugging on your tight cunt. He's about to slip out when Toji rocks his hips forward, stroking your sweet spot, and reaching too deep.

Your toes curl, eyes rolling back, crying from the intensity. Toji scoffs, "I've just started lil mama n' you're strugglin' to take my fat cock already." Letting go of your wrists, sinking his thick fingers into your squishy hips’ crease. "Pitiful crybaby, aren't ya?" He rocks his hips forward, his well-defined abs clenching.

He groans, getting you off with the raspy sound. Each taunt, moan, and tremble of his large muscular body pushes you to take more from Toji. You can't get enough of overwhelming him with your cunt. Ignore the impending sense of breaking in his hands.

Toji could fuck your cunt into a mindless sleepy mess with your cunt gaping, dripping cum. You'll be sore, wanting more when wake up. "Can't help it, you're so big!" You can see his ego swell with his growing cocky smirk.

He lifts your hips off the bed. "Lil mama that was just half.” Thrusting forward, his balls heat your ass. Your eyes widen, jaw drops, digging your nails into his hard pecs. Scratching his chest, leaving pink lines leading towards his well-defined abs.

You whine in disbelief. "Daddy!" You can feel him beneath your belly button. Is he really that deep? “Too full! Too nnngg! Can't! Gonna break!" Toji roughly chokes you, lifting you off the bed and holding you upright.

You're a cock drunk flesh-light from how he roughly bounces you on his cock. Shifting his body, pressing your back to the wall, pinning you by your hip and neck. Your eyes roll back when your clit brushes his navel.

His large thumb under your chin forces you to look up at him. "You were too tight for me to get that last inch innnnn!" Clenching him, Toji shutters, closing his head, dropping his head to kiss you.

Splaying your fingers on his thick pecs and hard abs, feeling the latter flex with each thrust. You can't wiggle away from any of his thrusts, he's too big and strong. Breaking the kiss, loosening the grasp on your neck.

Crooning, "Such a tiny slut takin' all of my cock so well. And here you were whining it's too much." Dropping his hand to your hip, sinking his fingers into the taking the full brutal force of head rough hit from his cock.

Drowning you in an intense pleasure bordering on painful. "Is it! NNn" Is all you can manage, getting off on how small you feel in comparison to him. Toji is looming over you, pinning you to the wall. Bullying your squirting cunt with his fat veiny cock.

"Fuck lil princess your cunt is gushing drenching my balls n' making such a mess." Toji glides his cock out with a loud squelch. Firmly holding you to the wall by your squishy hips, dipping his head between your thighs.

Toji groans stuffing his face into your dripping cunt. Gliding his tongue into your sensitive sloppy cunt. “You taste so fuckin’ good mama.” Sucking on your clit, groaning, your toes curling from the sweet vibration.

Slipping his tongue into you, curling it, stroking your sweet spot. Squirming, his arms flex restricting your hips. You were going to feel him long after he went back to his apartment. "Wanna cum!" It drives you wild how you can feel him smirking into your cunt.

Your neediness and easily manhandled stature stroking his ego. "Greedy whore." Biting your thigh, close to your fat cunt. Sucking harshly, biting down hard when he pulls away. Crying, "Please!" He lets go, kissing the throbbing bite.

Pulling you off the wall, throwing you onto your bed face down. Grabbing your hips, "Hmm won't let up easily you're too damn short. Fuck you look so damn breakable, makes me want to ruin ya more." Stuffing a pillow beneath your body.

Lining his cock up, gliding it between your puffy wet lips. "Nnn the things you're makin' me feel princess. Don't get mad at me if ya can't walk after this." Rocking his hips forward, he fails to get the last couple of inches in on the first thrust.

"Wanna make your too tight cunt take my fat cock until she's gapin', drippin' cum." Hunching over you, grabbing your hair, yanking your head back. Using his weight in his thrust.

His large body stifles the lurch forward your body should have taken. "Hnn it's so damn easy to pin you down and fuck you. It's not even fair to your poor little cunt is it?" This angle adds more pressure, each stroke gliding over your sweet spot making you forget your name. And everything else but Toji.

He groans, "How is ya getting tighter lil princess? Fuck ya gonna cum again so easily? Am I just that good? Ya love my cock that much you wanna soak me again?"

oreo-creampie’s m.list

#jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji #fushiguro toji x reader #toji #jjk toji #dilf toji #daddy toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu toji #toji x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x you

[anantaru]

ENTANGLEMENTS — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham hates working more than he has to but atleast he's got you to help him in a special way. wc. 600

・✶ ｡ warnings — cockwarming, office sex, petnames: princess, slightly dom alhaitham ??, fem! reader

"ugh, what a mess, this will take me hours to finish," alhaitham hisses lowly, gritting his teeth as his hands grab your hips to keep you in place— most importantly so you won't suddenly lose balance and fall off his lap as his cock throbs and twists in you, "—cannot wait to finish this and go home, princess,"

in natural response to his sugarlike spelling, your lips move close to his ear as you pant out a breathy moan of his name— crowded by his erection when his cock pushes against one particular searing spot, grazing against your sensitivity as his dick molds along your walls and stretches your hole good enough that you were hardly capable to think straight.

"now, what's that?" alhaitham chuckles— well, it sounded more like a strained snicker. although his eyes were sharp, nothing special, calculative and the scribe didn't miss your eyes rolling back into your skull now that your pussy grew accustomed to such fullness, your body eager awaiting to have him move himself in and out.

he averts his eyes from the piece of paper on his desk before roughly squeezing the flesh of your ass, making it jiggle under his large palms and adding in a subtle smack.

"keep quiet, remember there's people outside." you can only nod at him, both hands squeezing his strong shoulders before you force yourself to focus on the inviting sight of your boyfriend— his tight shirt lazily draped up, resting right under his chest and exposing his defined abs glistening with sweat, or his large hands pushing your hips down while not daring to drag himself out even once.

"you can take it, no?" he hums, "would be quite the shame if you didn't, don't you think? considering everything, in this moment you couldn't choose between what you found worse— the aching stretch of his thick shaft splitting you in half, although not moving, or the way how alhaitham was seemingly so unfazed by all of it, nonchalant as he rotates between toying with the plump flesh of your ass and focusing back on the important document resting on the table.

it was infuriating— but that's how the scribe was, and he always counted on your sweet pussy to wrap around him like second skin whenever he found himself borderline bored by his work.

your forehead falls flat to dig into his shoulder as you flutter awfully hard around his shaft, suddenly catching him inattentive as you triumph over your boyfriend just this once— his cheeks now flushing in the prettiest shade of pink when he notices the clench of your sore cunt, his eyes snapping shut and his lips parting flawlessly, his throat exposing an unplanned moan.

a blissed-out countenance accentuates his handsome face, tears stinging the corners of his soft lashes before he leans his head back.

"hah—," you chuckle breathlessly, your mind entirely clouded by just how amazing his cock felt in you, "you can take it, no?" you mimic his previous taunting, adding a slightly higher pitch as to get your point across, "would be quite— ah, fuck, fuck!" your jaw drops in awe as he snaps his hips upwards to fuck into you, chuckling as he gave your ass a light slap.

your toes curl when he pushes at a deep spot, satisfying stuns of lust surging throughout your abdomen and straight to your quivering pussy as alhaitham brings one hand to your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on his own famished glare.

"—easy now, what have i always told you about acting out like that? or disturbing my work, hm?"

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham smut #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #al haitham x you #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x you #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles

[martiniluvr]

dick needs more love like hello??

facesitting with dick and he's super onto it. he's drooling. and reader's thighs are trembling and she tries to move off b/c of the overstim but he holds her down firmly and just devours her.

I also feel like he cold cum just from eating her out like that.

the squeezing of her thighs, her shuddering breath and pleas and the dirty sounds from his tongue 🫠

anon….wow. I…I need to lie down. this is sooooo canon in my dick grayson is a munch agenda like yeah. that man lives and dies by the kitty. u literally get it. wow.

18+ minors dni

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

dick grayson can barely believe he’s talked you into this, but he’s not about to complain. you’re kneeling over his face with your hands planted on the headboard, biceps trembling as you try to keep yourself upright. his strong arms are clamped around your thighs, pinning you to him as his mouth works your sensitive cunt ravenously, drawing out a shaky whine from you. you try to wriggle away, which earns a scornful laugh from between your legs. god, why did he wait so long to ask you to do this?

he pulls you in even closer, sucking your tender clit with a gravelly moan. the vibrations send a shiver over your skin, and you instinctively buck your hips again, gasping loudly. dick looks up at you, his blue irises razor-thin around his blown-out pupils; you look fucking incredible like this. he doesn’t know whether to focus on the way you taste, or how good your tits look from this angle, or the pornographic sounds you’re making; all he knows is his cock is twitching at the mere sight of you, and he’s not sure he can keep this up for long.

he feels your slick dripping down his chin and jaw as he continues licking you hungrily, your pleas for him to slow down only encouraging him further. one of his hands comes around to grope your ass, coaxing you to grind yourself against him, and you let out another cry as his tongue spreads you open. your thighs begin to shake as his movements grow more urgent, and you try to pull away from his grip. not a fucking chance, baby.

his hands lock you into place, and his pace increases yet again as he groans into your pussy, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels his release creeping up on him. you dig your nails into the headboard, whining his name in a meek plea for mercy, but to no avail; the sound of his mouth against your wetness, the needy moans coming from beneath you, his large palms on your ass—it proves all too much, and your orgasm tears through you as your arms give out. your hands brace the mattress beneath you as you shudder, your fluids leaking out onto dick’s lips as your thighs squeeze his head lightly.

the feeling of your muscles tightening around him as your wetness coats his face is all it takes for the coil in his abdomen to snap; his cock twitches as his release spurts out onto his stomach, and he whines against your pussy, his head spinning. his grip on your thighs goes slack, and you shuffle back slightly so you can look down at his glistening face. a satisfied expression is plastered on his features, and his eyes are half-lidded as he licks the remnants of your climax off his bottom lip. you try to move off him, but his arms tighten around you again, a hungry smirk on his face. what makes you think he’s finished?

#dick grayson is a munch 2: electric boogaloo #martiniluvr’s asks #dick grayson #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #nightwing #nightwing smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #dc comics #batman #batfam

[shaguro]

a/n: thank you guys for all the love! and thank you for 50 followers!! i literally made this account a few days ago and i never expected this growth so quickly. i have so many ideas and i can't wait to share them with y'all. 😘

ony won the poll! so this is just porn with no plot, just onya giving you some good dick. word count's around 750, so ima put it under a read more, enjoy. ❤️

onyankopon always knew he was gonna make you his. sure, it would take some time but for you he was willing to wait. ony was determined like that, whatever he wanted he got it. you could even call it cocky, but that cockiness is what got you in his bed, ass up face down as he bullied his long dick into you. you were moaning in pure ecstasy, clawing at the satin sheets as tears streamed down your face. it was all too much; the tight grip he had on your frontal, head thrown back, the stinging imprint his hand left on the fat flesh of your ass. he was fucking you so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. your pussy was so tight, gummy walls sucking his dick back in with every rock of his hips. he let out a low groan, in love with how fucking good you felt.

“d-daddy, ohmygod... s’too big, i can’t-”

ony kissed his teeth as you tried to run away, hands gripping your hips so he could pound into you mercilessly. “uh-uh, you gon take all this dick. you had all that mouth, right? take it.”

your face was now pressed into the sheets, too weak and fucked out to keep your head upright. ony loved the fact that he could do this to you, have you so dumb over his dick that you’re just letting him have his way with you. voice hoarse from all the moaning you been doing, drool pooling from the side of your mouth, he had you right where he wanted you.

“i’m s-sorry, ahh, so sorryy.” reaching your hand to grip his arm, ony pushing it out his way.

“what i tell you, lil girl?” he pushes his palm on your back, watching it curve exactly how he wanted it. “take this fuckin’ dick.”

ony was no minute man but fuck, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. now he understood why you kept this pretty pussy from him, this had to be voodoo. shit didn’t make no sense, how your cream was forming a white ring around the base of his big dick, coating his toned abs, wet squelching sounds from your pussy bouncing off the walls, driving him wild.

ony tipped his chin to the ceiling, panting heavily. “fuck ma.” a hand circled your neck, applying pressure. “this pussy so good. this my pussy, right? all mine?”

you nodded frantically and ony’s hand cupped your jaw, leaning his body against yours so he could growl in your ear. “use your words.”

“oohyesyesyes it’s all yours—‘m gonna cum!”

“hold it.” ony muttered before he props one on his legs on the bed, fingers digging crescents into your hips, dick digging deeper in your guts than before. hitting that sweet spot over and over that had you blubbering, eyes rolling and your mind going blank. the force of his thrusts making your juices drip down his balls, creating a mess beneath you. using the last of your strength, you look at him over your shoulder with lust-blown eyes. “p-please let me cum, please.”

how could he say no to that pretty face? he decided he’d go easy on you this one time. ony bit his lip, feeling his own orgasm approaching. “cum all over this dick, baby.”

he didn’t stop stroking as your body trembled, the intensity of your orgasm had you seeing stars, leaving you completely limp on the bed, all your cum trickling down your thick thighs. your lower body still being held up in ony’s strong hands, you know you’ll have bruises from his tight grip. ony could only stroke one, two more times before his body stilled, filling you up with his seed. it was so much that it started dripping out of your puffy pussy, adding to the mess under you.

he could only smile when your eyes softly fluttered, fighting sleep as he gently wiped your tears with his thumb before he went into the bathroom to get a warm rag and start the bath water. coming back into the room, he starts wiping your worn-out hole, whispering apologies when you flinched from overstimulation.

“so good for me, mama.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling back to see the damage he did on your frontal, lifting the lace. you kiss your teeth and swat his hand away. “i hate you. i just got this shit done!”

ony rolled his eyes. “you didn’t hate me when i had you creaming all over this dick.”

you cut your eyes at him and he laughs, playfully smacking your ass. “don’t worry mama. i’ll pay for another install and buy a new wig, whatever you want.”

“yeah, you better, nigga—”

you squealed when ony lifted you bridal style, telling you to watch your mouth as he walked into the bathroom and settled you into the bubbly water, fitting himself in the space behind you, arms wrapped around your waist. he littered kisses along your jaw and admired your pretty face as you snuggled into him, eyes slowly closing.

ony always knew that he would make you his and he always got what he wanted...but this? this was better than anything he could’ve imagined.

#aot x black reader #aot smut #ony x black reader #onyankopon smut #connie x black reader #aot x reader #aot onyankopon #attack on titan #shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡

[superhoeva]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 – 𝐜. 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨 (+𝟏𝟖) | falling in love with the way bunny and bear love all on each other. <3

it’s one of his favorite things in the entire world. to see you slouched over, snoozing in the middle of his couch, tucked under an old blanket he didn’t even remember he had. with it nearing midnight, carmen is drained. his eyes are burning and his head hurts, but the sight of you still pulls forth a smile.

after slipping off his shoes–per your many requests–and hanging his jacket, carmen eases over to you with butterflies. a sigh leaves him as he crouches onto his knees between you and the coffee table. stars in his eyes. skin heating at the way the light from the television enhances your glow.

the chef huffs to himself, amused by and infatuated with the way you’ve tucked yourself in, blanket raised all the way up to your chin. your mouth is parted a little as you sleep, and carmen just can't help himself.

he moves slowly, feeling bad about waking you, but the last thing you’re gonna do is sleep on the couch. he can’t have his baby all sore. he rubs a soft hand across your back, lips sealing themselves onto your hairline. he mumbles your name between kisses, hand gliding to your waist.

it takes a few moments, but you finally start to wake. the sound of your breathing shifts and carmen feels you squirm under him. he pulls back a few inches, watching as you stretch your way through a groan. arms exiting from under the blanket, you immediately reach to wrap around his neck. 

carmen grins, encircling you in his own strong grip. he pulls you into a sitting position, burying his face into your neck. he inhales deeply, shuts his eyes, and takes in the moment.

“there’s my girl.”

“sorry,” you mumble sleepily. “wanted to stay up and wait for you.”

“no sorrys, bunny,” carmen tells you, shaking his head. “all good. like comin’ home to you on the couch. you’re cute when you sleep.”

you hum lowly to him as he pulls his face from the crook of your neck to place soft kisses against your jaw.

“like seein’ you in my shirt, too,” carmen rasps out with a trail of wet kisses, dragging his hand down your side to palm at your ass. “just my shirt, though. nothin’ else.”

“nothing else?” you repeat, a chuckle brightening the question.

“nothin’ else,” carmen recites, lifting from the floor to crawl his way on top of you. he guides your mouth to his with a tender grasp, tongue dipping to lick at your bottom lip. you moan, mind slowly lifting from your sleepy haze.

he kisses you with newfound energy, the burn and ache of his eyes and head somewhat forgotten. when his thigh finds a spot between your legs, you lift into the kiss, barely-covered center jumping when your dampening pearl hits just right against the strong muscle of his leg.

carmen kisses you deeper when your mouth parts in a gasp.

“fuck, bear,” you whine, hands bunching at his shirt. “missed you today.”

he shifts his leg once more, grinding you over it again. carmen breaks the kiss, but only to see the way your head falls back as you clench around nothing.

“there we go, that’s it,” carmen almost smirks. “so pretty, soakin all over my leg like a good girl. fuckin gorgeous.”

you huff and pant near his ear, chest squashing against his thick body with pathetic fervor. carmen’s hardening with every flick of your hips, sleep becoming the furthest thing on his mind. you can barely decipher what tumbles out of carmen as he nips from your neck to your bottom lip. 

“shower with me, please?” carmen questions through his kisses before bumping his nose against yours. he nudges at you, barely containing a whine as he continues. “we can be quick, if you want. just need you so bad, bunny. please?”

the nod you give carmen has the man stealing away your breath with one more kiss before tugging you off the couch. as you take his hand to lead him to the bedroom, carmen can’t stop his gaze from trailing down to your ass. your thin boyshorts and the bottom of his shirt don’t cover much, and it’s driving him fucking crazy. he watches the sway of your hips with a hunger, reaching out to give your bottom a good smack.

you laughing, jumping in a way that causes your ass to jiggle even more. carmen mutters to himself with a shake of his head.

“jesus christ…”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear #au: the bunny and the bear

[b1mbodoll]

CNC HEESEUNG THOUGHT AHHHH

my mouth starts drooling at the thought of heeseung trying to “force” himself into me

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: cnc / can be read as noncon + creampies + degradation + manipulation + impact play + breeding + babytrapping + dacryphilia + pregnancy + mindbreak + daddy kink + overstimulation + objectification

💌: i blacked out writing this i don’t know what happened :T

“hee!” you cry, sobs wracking your chest as you try to push him away, shoving at his strong chest with your hands. “daddy, stop! don’ want it, please stop.”

heeseung doesn’t bother to stop and tears your panties with ease, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt. despite how you wail and struggle he knows you want this, you want his cock rearranging your insides and it makes him impossibly hard when you act like you don’t.

he presses his lips to yours harshly, teeth against teeth and saliva dripping down your chin making him groan into the kiss. he kisses you until the lack of oxygen makes you slap him across the face, his cheek red and stinging from the pain.

gasping when you realize what you did you look up at your boyfriend, mouth opening and closing while you try to figure out what to say. “daddy, i’m so sorry — ” you trail off, fear making your heart pound in your chest. heeseung’s so angry now, clenching his jaw and staring you down intensely it makes you shudder.

“don’t act all sorry now, little one. i know you jus’ want daddy to fuck you like a dumb whore, isn’t that right? just need my cock fuckin’ a baby into you so you stop acting like a god damn brat, hm?” his tone is sharp, the bite in his voice leaves you with no other choice but to submit to him. “use your big girl words and tell me the truth.”

you’re quick to obey his orders, jutting your bottom lip out as you look at him, vision blurry with unshed tears. “seungie, ‘m so sorry,” you whine. “i didn’t mean to!” his hands grip your sweet face, thumbs wiping away your tears while you struggle to voice your thoughts. “but i don’t want it, daddy. can’t take it today.”

heeseung knows you don’t mean it, but your whiney voice does nothing except make his cock twitch, precum dribbling from his slit and seeping through his pants.

he wastes no time stripping, ridding himself of his clothes before lining the tip of his cock with your drooling cunt, coating his length in your juices because although he’s completely disregarding your wishes he doesn’t want to rough you up too much. “you’re such a little bitch.” he taunts, gritting his teeth as your tight walls accomodate to his cock and squeeze him just right, wet pussy squelching loudly when he bottoms out.

“be fucking quiet,” he pulls out til just his cockhead is inside, watching your hole clench around him. “just fucking take it, ‘s all you’re good for anyway.” you can’t bring yourself to reply properly when he bullies into your heat, your mouth falling open as he fucks you stupid.

your tummy feels so full, making you gasp every time his tip presses painful kisses to your cervix, sometimes even threatening to fuck into your little womb when he manipulates your body in a way that allows him to reach deeper. heeseung is completely drunk off the feeling of fucking you raw, feeling even more sensitive than usual as his bare cock drags against your inner walls, your pussy trying to milk him of his thick cum with each squeeze.

maybe he’d truly believe you didn’t want him to breed you if you weren’t moaning like a slutty little pornstar and if he couldn’t feel the way you suck him in, your hole welcoming the feeling of him battering your pussy and rearranging your insides.

“you didn’t want it huh?” you can hear the smirk on his face, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath and get used to how hard he fucks into you, “then why’s your nasty little cunt tightening up around me? it’s leakin’ so much too, ‘s cus you’re a fuckin’ slut, right?” he taunts, slapping your ass before continuining. “so stupid for dick you let me do this, fuck — ” he hisses, “still take it like a champ even after whining about it like a crybaby.”

his degrading words make you keen, pussy creaming around his cock and he fucks you through it, “holy shit, i’m gonna knock you up, slut.” his words are slurred and his mind hazy, struggling to keep his pace. “need to breed you, gotta let everyone know you belong to me.”

“no heeseung stop! i’m serious!” you put up a fight, squirming and twisting beneath him but it’s no use, body betraying you as exhaustion creeps up, making you go limp and take what he chooses to give you.

your voice is raspy and your scratchy throat has you wincing when you speak, “please, don’t cum inside.” despite your protests, the grip your pussy has on his cock is intense and heeseung grunts one last time before he’s spurting hot ropes of sticky cum directly into your womb, piercing your cervix in the process.

overstimulation pricks your nerves and the feeling of his cum flooding your insides causes you to sob, shaking as heeseung continues to violate your sore cunt. he doesn’t care whether or not you feel good from this, selfishly using you to chase his release over and over until he’s shooting blanks and sure you’re carrying his baby, stuffing his fingers in your cunt after pulling out.

“sorry baby,” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple when you jolt. “don’t wanna waste it, right? we gotta make sure it takes.”

you nod at his words without bothering to process what he’s saying, too fucked out to care about getting pregnant. after all, you wanted it, right?

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #enhypen #lee heeseung #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung smut #lee heeseung hard hours #💌.cnc #💌.noncon #💌.creampies #💌.degradation #💌.manipulation #💌.impact play #💌.breeding #💌.babytrapping #💌.dacryphilia #💌.pregnancy #💌.overstimulation

[jaebeomsbitch]

Mine (E.M.)

Summary: Possessive Eddie... that's it.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, PinV, unprotected, slight breeding kink.

A/N: No plot at all... Please let me know of other kinks for kinktober (that are appropriate (!)) that y'all would like me to write next!

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You had no indication what spurred him on. Absolutely no clue at how you’d end up tonight. Your boyfriend was horny, that was obvious from the way his hands were on your ass grabbing a handful of fat when no one would notice, fingertips sliding up the inside of your skirt tracing the line of your panties, whispered dirty words in your ear. 

That still didn’t explain how you ended up here. Your legs on Eddie’s shoulders, thighs pressed deep into your chest with Eddie’s weight. 

“Mine, you’re fucking mine” he growls, hips pistoning into you. The force jolting you up on the bed, his balls slapping into your ass, loud moans and answered “yours.”

His tongue delves into your mouth possessively trying to sear the taste of his mouth into yours. He wants you to remember the taste every second you’re not with him, remind you that you belong to him and him only. 

You were never one to want to belong to a man but when he’s nipping at your neck marking you up with hickies and grunting out “mine, you fucking belong to me.” Your heart pounds into your ribs, eyes rolling back, your slick juices sliding down to your ass in a way you’ve never felt before. 

“This fucking pussy’s made f’me. Bet no other guy can fuck you like I can, huh? Can’t this greedy little cunt up, look at her she’s fucking pulling me in begging for my cum” he groans, staring at the way your pussy swallows up his length. There’s a thick white line of your pent up juices around the base of his cock. 

“A- mmm I-“ incoherent broken noises leave your throat trying desperately to answer but your brain can’t hold onto a string of thought. Every slap of skin against skin sends a jolt up your spine, scrambling your brain further. When did he shift positions? 

His strong hands hold your thighs into your stomach, cock slamming into you so hard you lose your breath for a second. You brain feels fuzzy as you try and gasp for breath. Heaving in small puffs of air with difficulty. The loss of oxygen giving you a head high as the shocks of pleasure jolt up your body. 

Your fingers grip the sheets, your head thrashing in the pillow as you barrel towards your orgasm like a pinhole in a dam ready to break. You clench your teeth, pussy fluttering, stomach tightening. Eddie’s heavy breath and murmurs of “fucking cum slut, wanna be mine forever huh? Want me to fill you up” and “pussy’s mine, belong to me” vaguely  flits into your ears. 

The band tightens into a place you’d never thought you could reach. You heave for air, coming hard with a loud cry. You tremble under him like a woman possessed. Drool dripping down your chin, eyes in the back of your skull, back arched impossibly, jaw slacked, tongue moving wildly with gibberish.

“Oh- fuck” Eddie practically whines, the hard press of his hipbones onto your ass bringing you back down to earth as he cums inside you. You grip the sheets tighter pulling them off the corners as you feel the heat of his cum inside you. The schlick of your combined cum filling the room as he slows down with pants of his own. 

Hands letting go of your thighs leaving back red marks that will bruise tomorrow. His arms shake as he slowly pulls out of your sopping cunt, his eyes rolling back at the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum fluttering around nothing. 

He collapses besides you, arm thrown over your waist, heavy breaths into your neck. 

“Fuck” he whispers, voice raspy from all his screaming dirty talk. 

“What the fuck was that for?” You grunt, opening your eyes slowly looking down at your sweaty boyfriend. 

“Just wanted to remind you” he murmur, nuzzling into your neck.

“Well what a fucking reminder” you laugh breathlessly. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson / reader #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie Munson smut #smut #kinktober #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson/ you #eddie munson x you #kinktober 2023 #female reader #eddie munson x female reader #possesiveness #possessive eddie #no plot just vibes #eddie munson imagine

[laiiaaa]

DILF CARMY PLEASE

(18+) thinking abt this so hard. having two little ones and he’s just the best husband you could ask for. fucking each other late at night to show appreciation <3

He’d been driving you crazy lately. Not in a bad way, necessarily—but you couldn’t focus when he was around, him being all buff-armed and tattooed and such a good father. A good dad. Taking his girls to school, learning to braid for them (and for you, so you didn’t have to do it every time), packing their lunches, shimmying pink sparkly shoes onto tiny feet, reminding you every day how much he loves you and the family you’ve brought into his life.

So it’s hard to tell whether the heat between your thighs tonight is because of him being so good, or if it’s the way his white tee rides up to show his happy trail when he scratches at his neck, or if it’s the wine you’d started to drink as he put the girls down to bed. Maybe it’s the fact this is the first time in a while when neither one of you was dead tired. Maybe it’s his rough hands against your soft curves that has you hazy. Maybe it’s everything about him.

It doesn’t matter so much. You’d take him any way he asks—and in a heartbeat.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, chin tucked to his chest to watch right where he’s pushing inside. His hands grip the fat of your ass firm in the way that has your stomach churning, using his grip to fuck you just a little harder—just hard enough to make it impossible for you to stay quiet. “Ridin’ me so fuckin’ good, huh?”

“Fuck, Carm—” You collapse into his chest, half-tired and half-euphoric as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and whine into his ear. “C-ooh, my God—…Can’t—”

“Shhh…” He snakes a hand up your back all the way to the base of your skull and cups his hand there to keep you close and muffle your whines—or, at the very least, have them spilling into his ear instead of open air. “Gotta quiet down, honey, the girls are asleep.”

“Mmmmm,” you hum, bottom lip tucked between teeth, hands hooked on his shoulders to help pull you back and forth on his cock. “Want it so bad.”

“What’s that? You wanna cum?” Without a moment of hesitation, he’s bringing the both of you to lay on your sides, hiking your leg over his hip you pull you in tight just like you deserve—to have him surrounding you, pounding into your pussy, murmured praises into your ear while your whines vibrate against his chest. “C’mon, baby, be good f’me…”

You’re babbling nonsense at this point, clawing at his back, hiccuping to stifle wanton moans, struggling to grind back into his thrusts, and he’s so fucking in love with you that he can’t think about anything else.

“So good, Carm, feels so so so good—”

“Yeah, I know, angel,” he chuckles, “So fuckin’—fuck, yeah, so fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ pretty—bein’ too loud, baby—” He smothers your face in kisses before holding your jaw firm and still, brows furrowed with pleasure when he swallows down your moans, kissing you harder to keep you quiet when you’re left reeling and coming on his cock.

By morning, of course, you’ll have been sated. He’ll wake you up with languid kisses and careful palms along the curves of your body before pulling you from bed, easing the soreness in your back with strong hands, adoring you in the clothes he slipped over your frame before you drifted off to sleep—his clothes.

And once your girls come bounding into the kitchen, getting scooped up into Carmen’s arms while you sip on your coffee, you’re practically ready to do it all over again.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #dad!carm #jeremy allen white #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto smut #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu

[suguruplsr]

P Power !

✰ ✰ ✰ you couldn’t help but be nice, letting them share you since they’re so desperate for pussy !

,, satoru & suguru x reader , threesome , they’re mean , unprotected , manhandling , degradation , lil praising , oral (m & f) , throat fucking , orgasm denial , dacryphilia , recording & picture taking (dub-con) , the recording is implied to be shared (dub-con) , dumbification , fingering & jerking off , slapping , dirty talk , creampie , a lot of pet names and names used in the form of degrading , idk I’m tired

“man, how come we didn’t find you sooner?” satoru whistles to himself shamelessly, cerulean eyes inspecting your body closely from behind. running his hands down your curves. you roll your eyes, avoiding the dark pair of eyes below you that belonged to suguru, who sat on the bed, you standing between his legs.

“because i’m not some object you look for. be glad i’m even letting you two do this.” you hiss, hiding the gasp that nearly escaped your lips when satoru cups your breasts that nearly spilled out your loose dress. “but, you’re letting us fuck you like one..?” suguru’s smart ass comment would have your heel deep in his crotch if it wasn’t for the way he held up one of your plump thighs, hands ghosting up your dress as he gives satoru a look.

“he ain’t lying. you even look like a slut. letting two big strong men handle you like this.” satoru chuckles, holding your hips up to let suguru take both your thighs in his arms. “i just felt bad for you— fucking beggars. a-always lookin’ up my skirts..” your voice comes out as a whine at the feeling of satoru kissing below your ear, rolling your unzipped dress down to fully cup your tits while suguru kissed your inner thighs, both of them moving you dress towards your mid-section to adore your ‘assets’ while holding you up. the way they just casually handled you had your mind already in a haze.

“but you want this more than us. oh— satoruu, she’s real fuckin’ wet. can’t wait to eat this pussy” suguru snickers at the immediate sight of your pussy, no panties, and absolutely soaked. a whine escapes satoru lips at suguru’s words, ignoring your gasp when he pinches one of your nipples particularly hard. “don’t hog her man! gotta see how dirty she is. and to think she was bein’ such a brat. fuckin’ hypocrite.”

satoru grumbles into your neck, grinding his hard on into your ass, and eliciting cute whines from you, playing with your nipples. “okay, okay. damn. get on the bed.” suguru huffs, slapping your thigh and letting you down. as you circle around the bed, peeling off your clothing, satoru whispers something in suguru ears, his eyes locked onto you with a playful grin. it must’ve been good considering the sick smirk that formed on suguru’s face.

well, that wasn’t even half of it.

“aht, keep suckin’ him off or i’ll stop.” suguru sneers as you take satoru’s dick back into your mouth, the aching of your jaw coming back to you and making you clench the sheets. “it hurts? oh don’t cry sweets. gonna cum down that throat n’ a bit and it’ll all be over.” satoru caresses your cheek as your thighs shake from suguru going down on you again, your legs spread and knees deep in the sheets, sucking off his cock like a dog while suguru had your cheeks spread, nose deep from behind and gliding his tongue over your clit.

you hum around satoru’s cock as you try to bob your head along his girth, unable to touch him due to suguru’s perverse reasons. “look so cute down there. don’t cum yet baby. gotta spill all down that throat first.” satoru’s chuckle has tears prickling in your eyes, jolting when suguru flexes his tongue into your cunt, drinking in your juices. “then you better hurry toru. she’s so messy~” suguru’s voice slurs , his eyes mimicking yours and rolling back. your pussy was practically a holy grail to him, and he definitely didn’t mind how you coated his chin, thighs threatening to clamp around face. it only made the bulge in his jeans peak more.

“eh? really? a whore true to her name..” satoru sighs, running his hand up to your head and pulling it back, sucking in a breath at how cute you look when his cock slides out your mouth. doe eyes looking up so innocently. “i’ll let you properly do it, next time.” he ‘apologizes’ with a playful edge to his ‘sad’ tone. his words make suguru pull away with a sigh, licking up your juices around his mouth and pulling away. you whine against satoru’s cock, only for suguru to silence your sound of disappointment with a slap on your ass and beginning to undress himself as satoru realigns his cock with your open mouth.

satoru’s cock rubs around your mouth slickly from the globs of spit around your lips, but before you could move, he holds your head still as his cock slips back into your mouth, “yeaaaa, just like that.” your pussy aches from the words, his cock kept bruising deep in your throat, gagging you and making you salivate around him. and you look so pretty, mascara running down your face and teary eyes struggling to stay open with every thrust into your willing mouth. “if y’r mouth s’like then that i-i bet your pussy’s fuckin’ tight” satoru grunts, feeling his cock ach in your throat before he pushed all the way in, spilling his cum down your throat and making you swallow it without a choice.

suguru eyes the dripping of your pussy from his spot on the bed, slowly palming himself to the sight, “open that mouth for him pretty.” he groans, him and satoru grinning from how you obediently show off your clean tongue. “how fuckin dirty..” satoru mumbles, taking a quick picture of you before pushing you on your back on the bed. “you can have her first. because i’m so generous~” satoru flashes a smirk over at suguru who only smiles with a look, “i already planned on doing that.”

“stop talking like im not—“ “you talk a lot when your mouth isn’t shut.” suguru’s quick remark has you frowning, your pussy throbbing around nothing before he slowly goes down on you. “got nothin’ to say? that’s what i thought.” he chuckles at your obedience, looking over at satoru, “wanna record it? gotta give ‘em a preview y’know?” “oohhh you’re right…” you scoff at their words hitting suguru’s chest, who was above you. “what are you two even talking about? why can’t this just stay between us..”

suguru sighs, kissing you and making you falter, “s’just a lil video for some friends, heard you had a great experience with one of them before. don’t worry too much.” satoru casually responds, not minding how your words were completely muffled by suguru’s lips. satoru sets up his phone in front of the bed, his cock immediately getting hard the sight of suguru playing with your wet pussy when he zoomed in. suguru had your thighs splayed out, two fingers deep in your tight hole and his thumb playing with your clit. it makes satoru eagerly sit down beside the bed, taking off his pants and palming his cock.

“yeah. jus’ let me take care of this little cunny of yours.” chuckling, suguru raises your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs and dragging your wet pussy along his cock before prodding it in against your hole. “o-oh fuck.. suguru.” your little whimpers fill the room, tears building in your eyes from him working his cock into you. it wasn’t like this was your first time, but god, how and why the hell did this man have so much girth? the feeling of him bottoming out has you breathless, “s’okay.. y-you can do it. gonna cry f’me?” suguru laughs, yet almost choking from how your pussy sucked him in, as if trying to get him deeper even though it was filled completely.

“mhm! just too fucking..” you couldn’t even think, words being cut off by the slight roll of his cock in you. it was so cute to them, you’re already dumb on cock when he’s barely even moved. satoru’s hand tightens around his dick as suguru begins to rock his cock into you, your pussy juices making loud noises each time your pelvis’s meet. “shiiit, pussy’s a fuckin’ vice..” suguru gasps, sliding out slowly and watching how his cock dragged out your pussy. “c’mon suguru.. d-didn’t come here to get inspected. i wanna get fucked.” you pant out, your stomach twisting from the look that appears in his eyes.

“what a greedy ass bitch. he’s already got his cock in you and you're begging for more?” satoru’s condescending hum only edges suguru more. and if satoru wasn’t stroking his cock, then even he’d admit the change in suguru’s demeanor was pretty hot. “i know right? tsk. you remember the safe word?” suguru smirks when you nod, “don’t start cryin’ when it’s too much, kay?” suguru’s cocky grin has your pussy fluttering around him as he sinks back in, gripping the plush of your thighs tightly before rutting into you. “suguru! uh- oh!, yeaa just like that~” your moans were loud, like an angelic blessing to suguru as you squeeze your eyes tight.

“nahh, keep those pretty eyes open. you want suguru to see how good you’re taking him right? how much you like it. right?” satoru chuckles at the frown that tinges on your face, unconsciously spreading his legs wider with a deep breath, and rubbing the pre cum that dribbled down his length. you couldn’t help but dumbly clench around suguru’s cock at satoru’s words. only for you to choke when suguru buries straight into your sweet spot. “he’s right. c’mon, lemme see your pretty face, or you ain’t cummin.” the way you immediately obey has sick grins forming on their faces, you whining and stuttering when suguru continues to pump his cock into you.

“m’sorry. gonna keep ‘em open— fuck.” eyes rolling back, you move your hands to the sheet and grip them. suguru had leaned down pushing your thighs down and folding you as his thrusts hit you deliriously. “good girl. g-good fuckin’ girl..” suguru mutters out, his hip stuttering with each pound of his cock into you, and he couldn’t help it. your pussy was gripping him way better than any flesh light ever could. “suguruuu~ can i cum? please?” fuck, you felt so ashamed to even be asking for that, but he was hitting you in all the right places, hips snapping and filling you to the hilt, every single time.

“dunno. g-gotta ask toru for that one” suguru breathlessly chuckles at how your teary face turns to satoru who watched expectantly, the jerking of his hand was faster, matching suguru’s thrusts, “p-please satoru? need to cum!” if your thighs, which were probably numb, could shake in this position then you’re sure they would’ve, especially from satoru’s drawn out sigh, his bright eyes glowering down at you. “uhhhh, do you really? i’m sure you can last longer, heh” you sob at his teasing, gasping out when the head of suguru’s cock massages your walls, rolling to hit your g-spot.

“pretty p-please? i need to cum satoruuu, wanna wet sugus cock! n’ you wanna see that right? see my pussy cum all over~” crying, you throw all your respect out the window, hiccuping when suguru suddenly drives into you, “ah man. c’mon toru, that was a sweet proposal..” suguru huffs, shifting and sitting up completely over you, pinning his hands beside your head as your legs splay out around his waist. “fuck it. sure, go ahead.” satoru acts nonchalant, but you can see through your blurry vision how he clenched his teeth, his cock twitching as he watches suguru swiftly stuff his dick into you. setting a brutal pace that had you thinking of nothing, pussy tight around his cock and your tongue lolled out like a slut.

“suguuuu, g-gonna cum! oh fuck, so good!” suguru grunts as your blabbering reaches his ears, his relentless pounding starting to falter when his cock jolts at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him. “oh— fuck. w-want me to pull out?” suguru stutters out, yet you only lock your legs, still high from your orgasm, wanting to feel his warm cum deep inside you. “no! fill me up sugu!” suguru’s hips snapped with precision, his worries already gone from your sultry tone as he spurts into your cunt. and it feels everlasting, warm and hot, leaving your mind fuzzy. your eyes glance over to satoru’s form, who bucked into his hand frantically, ropes of cum shooting and spurring onto his chest as he cums.

“i hope there’s room for more. gotta give ‘em an encore right?” satoru’s breath shakes as he moves onto the bed, his messy hand sticking out towards your mouth and smiling at how you greedily lick the cum all over them, “you’re right. we should. plus she’s not out yet.” suguru chuckles, pulling out and giving your ass a firm slap, you whining in return as you sit up to look at the phone that was still recording. satoru grins,

“smile for the camera, pretty girl. i’m sure they’ll love this little preview~”

#stsg #stsg x reader #stsg fic #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk geto #geto suguru #jjk #jujustu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #jjk smut #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo x y/n #gojo and geto #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo x you #jujutsu geto #geto smut #getou suguru smut #sugurugeto #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto and gojo

[ilyhaitanii]

ride me like you mean it ft. alhaitham

nsfw. oral (f!receiving) heavy teasing, alhaitham is called ‘haiyyi’, refers to you as his wife, chubby!reader as usual <3 this was very self-indulgent, oh and he’s mentioned to have a big nose and ykw that means…

“your concerns are irrational, darling.” alhaitham’s voice echos in your ears as you seat yourself onto his hips. you shake your head, trying to pull yourself away from his body, but he keeps his hands secure on your hips, squeezing the fat on your body. he notices the way your thighs tremble around him, keeping your weight off of him. he frowns and presses your body down onto him, making you yelp.

“i don’t understand why you’re so conscious of this. you are well aware i press more than your weight when i workout, right? you’re light as a feather in comparison to it,” the corners of his lips quirk up at the way your cheeks flush at his comments. you tussle with your hair, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“of course i know. but i would break your face. your face and arms cannot handle the same weight. even you know that, haiyyi,” you copy his frown, but it appears so much cuter on you. no matter how much you try not to look at him, your eyes can’t help but be drawn to his face.

he’s gorgeous to say the least. sculpted by the gods themselves, even. his smug smile, the way his hair frames his face perfectly, the soft stubble he’s grown over the years of marriage. his strong hands tug your body closer to his face, dragging your clit across his abs. you gasp in his hold, pressing down on his chest. he chuckles and it’s the most beautiful sound ever.

it’s heavy, weighing as much as those weights he presses every tuesday, thursday, and saturday, yet it’s so effortless and light. your heart skips a beat at the sound.

“why not test that theory out? you spantamad scientists don’t do any experiments anymore? me retiring changed the akademiya so much?” there’s this smug tone in his voice that make your blood boil. you want to shut him up so damn bad. he cocks an eyebrow, before you sigh and hover your body over his face. alhaitham rubs your thighs, smiling into your skin.

he leaves small kisses along your inner thighs, palms squeezing at your ass. he lets out a sigh of relief when his nose brushes against your clit and his eyes flutter closed. he leaves a small kiss on your clit, before pulling you down onto his face.

you slick coats alhaitham’s chin and the stubble growing along his jaw tickles your skin. your stiffle a moan, biting your thumb as alhaitham’s tongue sinks into your heat, pressing it against your hole. he hums gently at the taste of you filling his senses.

the way he laps at your clit has you pressing your weight into your knees instead of comfortably resting on his face. he pulls away from you to catch a breath, but also to speak. he pinches your hips before saying,

“if you’re going to ride my face, fucking ride it,” there’s a slight impatience in his voice that makes your stomach do backflips. you feel yourself gush at his words and alhaitham knows he’s won this argument. finally, you rest your weight onto his face, grabbing at his silver locks.

your hips stutter against his face, the curve of his nose bumping against your clit making you keel. your head falls back, letting out soft moans of alhaitham’s name.

“hayyi..please! oh fuck-“ you’re so whiny, so needy it’s pathetic, but alhaitham relishes in the way you need him. he slips a finger inside of you, curling it so nicely, your thighs shake around his head. he laps at your clit like a parched man, silently begging for you to cum.

you feel the tension building between your hips as your rock them, feeling the rhythm alhaitham has set for you. he groans into your cunt, feeling the way you tighten around his fingers. alhaitham swears he could’ve cum from the way you moaned and whimpered above him. your whines are music to his ears.

finally, what he’s been waiting all morning for has arrived. that knot inside your body snaps, making you jerk against his face, your cum dripping into his mouth. he moans at the taste, his cock twitching in his pants. he finds himself drinking up your slick so desperately, however he doesn’t feel ashamed in the slightest.

as you let out deep breaths trying to calm yourself down, alhaitham moved you to rest on his hips. you look back down at his messy hair and emerald eyes that gaze up at you with admiration. however, in a few seconds that stupid smirk is back on his face.

“seems like you were wrong. i survived, baby.” you know you’ll never hear the end of this, but you guess when you find alhaitham between your thighs again tonight, it doesn’t seem like stroking his ego every now and then isn’t a horrible price to pay for hours of euphoria.

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drug dealer!barry x reader x toxic!rafe

“she lets you do this often man?” rafe snickers — watching you on all fours, sprawled over barrys bed. his greedy eyes trail over your tits, and your pretty features as you face him. legs wide and dripping in your glossy arousal as barry kneels behind you. the same smirk plastered on his face, mirroring the man in-front of you. “whenever she’s looking for some strong shit, yea’” you squeak a moan as you feel barry press agaisnt you. a metal laced sound invades your ears before you feel the hard pressure agaisnt your ass — his thick cock slips between your sopping folds. lubricating his dick in your sweet wetness.

“fuck, glad I came today for my coke. look at you princess, paying for your shit by letting your drug dealer fuck you,” a sound between a gasp and a moan escapes you as rafes hand curls around you chin, tilting you to look up at him.

how you got here you had no idea, what started as your usual ‘payment’ ended with the kook king now standing infront of you with his god forsaken grin, and the prominent bulge in his pants making your pretty head spin.

and even more as barry’s cock grindes agaisnt your swollen clit, rubbing the needy pearl in ways that you biting you lip in desperation. “you fucking like this don’t ya? the rich little slut likes being fucked by two males do you baby,?” rafes dark chuckle made your cunt grind into barry in return, your eyes fluttering back as a groan escapes the male behind yous mouth. “auh! auh- y-yes”

“this gonna’ get you a big supply,” a sudden slap hits your ass, the pleasure of barrys cock agaisnt your clit and the pain making you numb in blissful filth — and yet rafe refused to let your eyes leave his.

“fuck her man. I wanna see the way little ms. goody two shoes pays for her drugs” before your eyes can widen at rafes words, barry grips your hips, positioning his tip agaisnt your dripping hole. “ain’t’ needa tell me twice,” you don’t even have time to gasp before barry’s thrusts into you — rutting, and stretching you with every fat inch. you silken walls clench around him, your eyes screwing shut. “god dammit, girl,” barrys ruts are anything but gentle — pulling out just to pump back into you. the pure roughness making you forget rafe was even there. until his grip tighened on your jaw. “little slut, feels good don’t it? look at her man. fuck, never thought I’d see you here sweetheart. eyes on me, pretty thing” if his drug dealers cock wasn’t moving inside of your pussy, which was gripping him like a fucking vice, you’d think rafes tone was affectionate. but there was nothing remotely romantic of this — not when your moans and mewls filled the room, the voices of the two males praising you as if you weren’t even there. it was so dirty — the pleasure that consumed your spinning head, and the way it felt so sinfully good.

the moment your eyes flustered open, the mere size of rafes dick made your pretty cunt clench around the cock rutting inside of you. it was red and leaking, and gliding right into your lips as if you were merely a drooling flesh light. the realization that rafes massive length and barrys thickness fucking you from the front and back made you feel so naughty — and yet in a filthy little cloud of ecstasy. “ya’ be a good slut, and then you’ll get your fucking drugs, yea?” the way they fucked you was merely for their own greedy pleasures — but in the very back of your pretty head you couldn’t help but want more.

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sink, m | jjk

you left your hair tie, battin’ those eyes by the sink, you leave ‘em behind think I know why – 'hair tie' by ØZI

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends-with-benefits going downhill thanks to shitty communication; smut (fem reader, f and m-receiving oral, heavy petting, m-masturbation, ball spanking, spit kink, breath kink, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS – fuckboy?Jungkook x rock fan!reader tired of his shit XD inspired by the song above and ofc I referenced 'Too Much' ;)

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You left your hair tie by my sink again.

Oh, shit, my bad. I’ll pick it up next time I’m over. :)

You left him on read.

Went back to brushing your teeth, looking down on the clear hair tie by your sink. It was one of those squiggly ones that were meant to not leave ceases in the hair. Not one of those that could easily be secured on the wrist. He must have taken it out right after. Well. He had needed it. You would have opened the window to get that cool night air, but Jeon Jungkook was loud when he was fucking.

Hm.

He sweat a lot when he was fucking. All over his back and chest, his skin glistening in the rainbow starlight generated by your mood lamp. You didn’t really care if the lights were on or off. He liked mood lighting, so he bought it and left it in your room so he could turn it on when he wanted to turn you on. Always tried to act all cool about it, as if you didn’t know exactly what he wanted when he hit you up. As if he actually needed to talk to you in-person about the latest installment of the Marvel universe.

Uh huh.

Somehow your back had ended up against his chest. Somehow his mouth had ended up by your neck and somehow his hand had ended up sliding under your shirt. Can’t stay too late, he always said. Same lines to the same old story. You half-scoffed into the mirror, switching sides of your teeth. The same routine, accidentally knocking the light switch, somehow knowing exactly where in your nightstand the remote for the mood lighting was, and then it was clothes on the floor. Your hand around his wrist and your hot breath by his ear, the fuck you think you’re doing?

“What? Too much?” he had replied with a smirk.

The shit Jeon Jungkook pulled.

Fuck it.

The hair tie must have been because he had planned to eat you out today. Precautions. He was better at it this time than the last. It wasn’t that his black hair was excessively long. A good amount simply fell past his ears when he leaned forward and, between your thighs, it stuck when he sweat. You might have lightly complained about it last time. Jungkook was self-conscious enough to remember and pull back the upper half of his hair before showing up at your doorstep. His own damn fault since he liked to plant his hands on your ass and drag you forward into his face, strong tongue consistently and firmly pressed to your clit and looking up at you with those round dark brown eyes of his. He had been trying to tease you but you saw right through him.

“A little higher up,” you had gently prompted.

The simmering waves danced through your veins as soon as he obeyed. Your hand had eventually found the back of his head. Crowning touch and locking your hips, feeling your slickness press against his lower lip and chin. The thought of your juices smeared into his double lip rings. Your tense thighs pressed into his jaw and cheeks. His long fingers sinking into the full curve of your ass.

The ghost of imprinted fingertips lingering on your skin.

You leaned over the sink bowl and spit out foam.

Jungkook had been truly annoying about it from the start. Needed to know that he was the best you had ever had. First kiss was an accident in the way that accidents don’t really happen. The kind of accident that was you getting into his face after he called you at three twenty-four in the morning and ordering you to stay on the line so he didn’t drunkenly pass out while walking home on a night out. He had even thrown up in some poor neighbor’s flowerbed mid-walk. The next day you had gone over to his place with take-out food and an annoyed attitude, confronting him after he had groggily brushed his teeth, smelling his minty breath as you scolded him that he was too old for this shit, right next to his bathroom sink.

Jungkook’s dark brown eyes had given you this look.

And you immediately knew how this was going to play out.

The kiss was to get you off my case, he said.

But.

“But… would you do it again?”

You rinsed your mouth out and applied your lip balm.

Not seeing yourself in the mirror, but instead seeing your shocked face from back then, squeezed between his bare arms and tasting the mint of his breath, strands of his black hair against your face. You remembered the way he smelled. Like warm, crystal-clear rain. The residual notes of cologne. You had found it later on his dresser. A square glass bottle.

Calvin Klein, Euphoria for men.

Strange, you had smelled that scent on other men before but he never smelled as good as it did on Jeon Jungkook.

But he did this shit all the time. A little kiss here. A little kiss there. Loved to disappear and pop up at just the right time when you were thinking about him and suddenly you were alone with exploring hands and a smiling mouth, is it too much, and you would reply in your most unfazed tone, shut the fuck up. He would promise he wasn’t fucking around but also he wouldn’t stick around either. You didn’t chase him but also you would blow his mind every time. Like that one instance where he had thrown himself into the wall and wheezed for air after you non-stop sucked him off for three orgasms straight, only stopping because you were done swallowing.

“Fuck… How does your mouth always get me hard so fast, f-fuck…”

“Told you not to question me,” was your calm reply as you wiped your lip with the heel of your palm.

There was no way that you were going to tell Jeon Jungkook that he was driving you insane with his behavior. Maybe he really wanted you to be the one to say it. But you weren’t going to, not with his constant, too much or next time or his stupid non-accidental leaving of his hair tie by your sink. He had shirts and sweatpants left behind in your apartment, just in case. The scent of Euphoria for men lingering on your bedsheets for a few hours, but it would disappear before the morning.

Just like him.

You knew Jungkook didn’t like it that you never tried to stop him from leaving.

“If you have to go, you have to go.”

If he wanted to, he would.

You left the bathroom, holding your phone loosely.

-

Jeon Jungkook looked up at the ceiling and wondered if she would let him love her the way he did.

He had a sinking feeling.

It started in the way that all accidents don’t happen. His finger hovering over her name in his contacts one too many times. More than one of those drunk times actually pressing it and then immediately ending the call. And then a single one of those extra drunk times not hanging up when she answered at the second ring. The fuck was she doing up at three in the morning anyway? His drunk brain was too over the moon to care though. His impulses uninhibited and his mouth going off before his brain could keep up.

Then promptly informing her that he needed to vomit and throwing up in some random flowerbed.

Not one of Jungkook’s best moments.

For some reason, she hadn’t completely written him off for that. Both a good thing and bad thing. A good thing because at least that didn’t disgust her. A bad thing because it made him fall in love a little harder. Then she had showed up on his doorstep the next morning with breakfast and looking like a million bucks. She looked too beautiful with tousled hair and that stern kindness. Even her lips moving as she chided him, you are not a kid anymore, you’re an adult, they looked so soft and inviting and she didn’t back away from he leaned in.

His head hurt like hell but he did it.

Her perfume was sweet and smokey and addictive.

He could still remember the feeling of her hand on his chest. Only thin white jersey separating him from those five fingertips. What are you doing? It was his fault. She put him on the spot and he couldn’t admit it fast enough. Getting you off my case. She shoved him and he laughed it off, setting a precedence that he couldn’t stop. No.

Didn’t.

“But… would you do it again?”

She had scoffed at him.

“Let’s see if you’re brave enough to meet me after dark when you’ve got a clearer head. Bye.”

There was something in that expression that dared him. Something in her body language that he couldn’t get out his head. Word on the street was don’t fuck around and find out, so Jungkook did precisely what any man would do when encountered with that information.

He fucked around and found the fuck out.

“Hey, now.”

Shit, her ass had looked so damn good in those black leather pants.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, punk?”

He had never met a better tongue. And her breath. He had begged her to breathe on him before. Hot and heavy like his heart, over his neck and chest and down his abs, warming the line of spit made by her wicked tongue. Unseen marks that stayed in his mind when he closed his eyes, looking down to her sensual stare, locking eyes with him as her tongue curled around the swollen head of his cock. Didn’t even need to look. So fucking hot. There was magic in that mouth. He never knew what to expect next but it was always exactly what he wanted. Soft and tight. Rough and deep. Warm tongue that curled around his girth and pressed him into the ridges, driving him insane with the sensations and the pressure.

If he had ever wanted anyone else, he had already forgot about them.

Jungkook refused to believe that she fucked anyone but him with that kind of vigor. She would place her palms on the headboard and ram her hips into him like he owed her goddamn rent. Pussy squeezing him all around. Dripping down his balls, sticking to his inner thighs. She would throw her hair back and grin after she blew his mind, sure, I can go again, like it was no big deal even though his chest was about to burst. He must be special.

Right?

He had brought a hair tie with him last night so his hair would stop sticking to his face.

He needed a haircut.

It made him so mad that she wouldn’t take the bait. She would corner him before he had his trap set and then he would balk under her stare, lips to lips to avoid saying anything. Hand to skin. Lips to his jaw, tongue playing with his earrings.

He just didn’t know.

Jungkook rolled in his bed, wishing it was her body beside his.

Stay away. She was a nightmare dressed like a daydream, everyone said. Road to ruin, everyone said. He didn’t care about that shit but he could feel the distance. Even between naked bodies and tongue to tongue, Jungkook got the feeling that she was never going to need him and that pissed him off. Was that stubbornness? Yeah. But wasn’t she being stubborn too by not giving in to what was so clearly there?

He had pulled the hair tie out and put it by the faucet, rinsing off his face to clear his head.

I’m not gonna stay if she doesn’t make me, he had said to himself, using her soft white hand towel to wipe his face. Looked at himself in the mirror and remembered that morning when she had come up behind him, yanking his shoulder and telling him he was too old for this shit. He wished she had done the same thing to him last night too.

But she hadn’t.

The sinking feeling persisted.

He texted back and he would get the hair tie next time. Next time. But she was pulling away and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t like it. It made him irritated. It made him think he didn’t need this. It made him think he didn’t want anyone else because he was addicted to her now.

And.

It made him sad.

He looked to see if she had replied and of course she hadn’t. Reached back and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside with a click of his tongue. Needed a shower. Needed to wash her memory off his mind. Maybe make an effort to call his friends and go out tonight.

Jungkook got up from his bed, holding onto his phone.

-

People were scared to be messy these days. But not you. The world was always going to be chaos. The only way to be in control of it was to be at the center.

Or start it.

You liked to be alone and you liked to be alone amongst people. The kind of feeling most people dreaded. You slid in deeper, deeper into the crowd, caged by body heat and bated breath. The world was darkness alight with neon points. The thundering bass traveling up from the floor seized the heart, threatening to stop it. A steady, continuous beat before the chaos. The other audience members where whispering amongst themselves in the dark. And there you were, standing in the vacuum of space surrounded by universes abound, and you the black hole, catching bits and pieces of their excited conversations, passively devouring in their palpable anticipation.

The music started.

The mosh pit came alive.

You had earplugs to prevent permanent damage for your dangerous pastime. Drums and guitar and guttural vocals. Bodies on the floor and leaning up against yours, even jostling you, but you paid it no mind, licking your teeth and letting the vicious, subline energy burn through you. It was hard to think about anything else. The band was alternative rock but they occasionally covered heavier songs live which was a real treat for your nostalgia.

A phase you never grew out of, heh.

You headbanged along and thankfully the hair tie kept the majority of your hair away from your face.

Not that it would have really mattered here. The concert was a psychedelic and everyone here was under the influence, lost in their own high, too deep into each song, reliving old memories and creating new ones. No one would care if you were sweaty. Everyone was sweating. Still, even with the mesh cutouts on the thighs, you probably shouldn’t have worn these leather pants. Now it was becoming disturbingly hot and you were really hoping adrenaline could make you forget about it. At least you had opted for a mesh long-sleeve shirt and loose crop top with the band’s logo on your upper half. Plus, you learned from last time – a skimpy black swimsuit top under instead of a bra.

Moisture-wicking, check.

“Nice jewelry.”

“Thanks,” was your quick reply between songs. They were talking about your tangle of silver bracelets and chain necklaces, you assumed. You did not really want to engage anyone too much. Rock bands tended to attract a lot of unsavory men. You never knew who you were amongst unless you trusted too much, so it was better to be distant and vigilant.

You tensed during the interlude as the band took a break.

“Are you by yourself? Me too.”

It was years of unfortunate experience that made you relax, because now you could tell the difference between someone you could hurt and someone that could hurt you. You didn’t check your phone when it vibrated while you spoke to the man who approached you. You could feel it and your cardholder practically glued to your hip in these tight leather pants. You weren’t going to get pickpocketed without a fight. But that wasn’t what this was. The guy was calm. Young face with an oddly wise aura. Seemed a little nervous. He was cute in a shy way.

Reminded you of someone.

Intimidating with his broad shoulders and all-black fit. Black hair swept over his forehead and soft dark eyes so large that they reminded you of boba pearls. You got him to smile easily. He had a brilliant, stunning smile. Apparently, he was supposed to meet a date and they flaked on him. It could have been a fabricated story, but he seemed genuine in the way he described it. Since he had already paid, he had decided to stick around. Noticed you because, unlike everyone else tightly packed in their groups, you thrashed alone. He said he was surprised that you had come alone. Even more surprised when you clarified that you had wanted to come alone.

“Well, big bad lone wolves like me can protect timid chipmunks like you, hm?” you joked.

After all, the world didn’t stop revolving just because Jeon Jungkook didn’t try hard enough.

That made him laugh and you let him enjoy the night with you. Even without knowing someone deeply, there was just something about enjoying music together that was its own intense experience. Bonded by bass and beating hearts, by the winded lightheadedness of whipping your heads too hard, by melodies that reminded you of darker times that made you stronger now, strong enough to be alone and casually with another, impulsively letting this strange wrap his arms around your legs and lift you so you could blow your lungs out and go hoarse during the last song.

You didn’t even feel your phone vibrate again because the bass was too fucking intense.

You bounced off that broad shoulder as the lights went down, laughing manically, electricity still simmering in your veins.

“I always wanted to do that.”

“Glad I could help,” the handsome stranger was chuckling. “You’re insane.”

It was, and you took it as such, a compliment.

You didn’t see Jeon Jungkook’s double text until you pulled out your phone to get this guy’s number.

Hey.

I see you.

A strange feeling. But you did as you intended and broke away, not lingering as the rest of the crowd filed out. You weren’t sure if this annoyed new guy, and at the moment you didn’t really care. Life, after all, was not a fairy tale. You wouldn’t have linked up tonight anyway, with or without Jungkook’s texts. The concert had been set in was a small venue next to a bar. People were either going through the side door or through the bar to keep the night going. You also followed towards the bar because you needed to get to the main street to get to the train.

If Jungkook had seen you, he must have brought tickets as well.

You hadn’t thought to even ask him.

You texted back.

You still see me?

Yeah.

You raised your eyebrows at the immediate answer, breaking out the crowd and moving towards the wall. You didn’t, however, look up. You weren’t about to give that satisfaction. Checked the time and the train schedule. Hm. You debated on whether or not to entertain this bullshit.

You look really good. Love your hair like that.

It took effort to not roll your eyes. Thing is, he could just approach you right now. The crowd was thinning out, but you ignored everybody and stayed glued to your phone. The only reason he wasn’t, then, was because he must be with others, which meant for some reason he didn’t want them to know that he was talking to you right now.

And.

That shit really pissed you off.

You cocked an eyebrow.

Come get your hair tie.

One of those times where you actually wanted to be left on read.

But he disappointed you.

Your place or mine?

You stuck your tongue in your cheek and dropped your hand, shoving your phone into your leather pants. Didn’t bother looking around. Just started walking out the door, thinking about the fastest route to the train station. Huh. Twenty-first century and Jeon Jungkook was out here thinking only guys like him could be fuckboys. You pushed through the smoked glass, out into the cool night and bustling street lit up with streetlamps and neon signs. Maybe you should have followed that stranger tonight. No. Deep down, you knew this wasn’t right. You shook your head at no one, whipping your hair about your shoulders, and began your brisk walk, Jeon Jungkook on your brain.

Fucking idiot.

-

He realized it too late.

The top of her hair had been pulled back, half-up, half-down, with wisps of bangs around her face, and he recognized those black leather pants, damn, her ass looks so good, and then he still didn’t get it as her shoulders slumped. She completely ignored his reply, walking out instead.

Ten minutes and then it hit him.

Come get your hair tie.

Fuck.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go.”

“What? Why? Did something happen?”

“Yup, bye.”

“Yah, Jeon–”

He didn’t even wait to hear his name being called, instead jumping over the chairs in haste and one beat away from running, just now realizing how fucking stupid he was. His heart fluttering as he knew a little piece of him was with her, but he was also mad. One of his friends had suggested the concert thing earlier tonight, and they had arrived late, staying in the back with their beers and enjoying the music. It had been a small, dark venue, but it suited the band and their heavy sound. Jungkook thought he had been going a little crazy, thinking about her all night with a drink in his hand, so crazy that he thought he had seen her silhouette towards the front. Thought he recognized that flying hair and rocking shoulders, but, no way, right? Then that same girl was lifted onto a shoulder and bouncing with her hand held high.

Devil horns and everything.

Whoever it was tipped her head back and Jungkook swore he recognized that back and those body proportions. Then her hoarse voice entered the meld of screams and instruments and boosted bass.

And he knew.

She was with someone.

Someone that wasn’t him.

He wanted to remind her. Remind her it was him that held her last night, remind her it was his mouth between her legs and his hands on her ass, but mostly he just wanted to remind himself. He wanted to know who it was that she was with but she had emerged from the doors alone. Weird. It made him feel a little better though. Selfish, Jungkook knew, but so he was. He had stayed were he was, at a table with his friends, out of her sight, but she didn’t even look up. Really. She was willing to make him feel all kinds of fucked up and not willing to even look the fuck up.

Okay.

Come get your hair tie.

Yeah, okay. Okay, she wanted to use him. Fine. Fine, he was cool with that. But she left him on read. In fact, he watched her not look back and leave. Wow. And then it hit him and now he was running in the night, past flooding pools of light and wishing to catch a glimpse of mesh sleeves or black leather pants or even those heavy black boots with silver metal heel. Now he was throwing himself onto the train and trying to remember which one was her stop, wondering why he didn’t see the invitation for what it was. Now time was a thief stealing away the perfect moment and he was chastising himself for not chasing that feeling that he wasn’t so sure about.

-

You pulled the clear hair tie out of your ponytail. The squiggly kind that was meant not to leave ceases in the hair. The strands still ended up wild from the headbanging and the windy night. You ran your fingers through it haphazardly, annoyed when your fingers caught a snag. Scowling at your bathroom mirror as you untangled the strands and wondered why the fuck you ever let Jeon Jungkook get in your brain and drive you insane.

Fuck it.

Fuck him.

Your body was still on a high from the concert. Nerves alight, senses simulated, emotions caught in a rollercoaster. You yanked your clear earplugs out and cleaned them off in your bathroom sink, patting them dry with your hand towel and leaving them next to the hair tie.

You looked down at it.

Should throw it away.

Your hand reached out and then there were three loud thumps at your apartment door.

You jerked and backtracked, surrounded by no light except for the one from the bathroom. It was a short walk. You had to step past your heavy black boots, careful not to stub your toe on the metal heel, and peered through the peephole, seeing a large dark brown eyeball because Jeon Jungkook was too damn close to your door.

You yanked it open.

“The fuck–”

And froze.

He was panting, slightly hunched over. Wearing a black racer jacket with white stripes. It lay half off one shoulder, exposing the black tank top underneath and a peek of his right arm tattoos. Slate blue jeans with slight rips on one knee and black boots, but none of that made you stop and stare, not even his furrowed brow and annoyed expression.

“You cut your hair,” you beathed.

It was fresh. Sides cut short, with the top layer long enough to touch his brows. Currently half swept back, probably from running around. A few strands fell by his dark eyes, additional shadows to this harrowed tension. You backed up. He stepped in, one hand catching the doorframe.

Jungkook glared at you and you felt none of that fake frostiness.

“Yeah, I had a hair appointment today,” he huffed. “I didn’t come for the damn hair tie.”

It was all piling together. The moments of hands around each other’s waist, around his wrist, around his hard cock with his low voice in your ear. Don’t stop. The things unsaid and not said. The nights with him and the mornings without him. Backing away from Calvin Klein’s Euphoria still clinging to your sheets. Alone. The music of your youth, hard and rough and full of anger. The strength of a stranger and the cold air of the night, and suddenly you felt alive, alive and needing answers and fucking pissed off at all the shit Jeon Jungkook pulled.

You let him in your apartment, but not in your space.

“How did you know where I was going to be?” you accused.

The door fell shut.

Jungkook cocked his head. Dark eyes finding yours, cornering you with his gaze. You locked stares and did not back down. “Where else you gonna go but home?” he shot back.

You narrowed your own eyes and didn’t bite your tongue.

“How would a guy like you know what home even means?”

-

Goddamn, the one always knew how to hit him where it hurt.

He stopped moving forward.

But his heart was racing fast, remembering all the moments piling together. Lips to lips, hips to hips, and how tightly she held him, as if she wasn’t going to let him go. Not falling for any of the traps he set but drawing him closer and closer each time with that look in her eyes. Alone. Trying to forget how it felt to be held by her even through it was the most secure he had ever been.

Thinking about it now, maybe too much.

His voice wavered in the darkness between them.

“But, would you do it again?”

She paused at his question. Those eyes seemed a little less shadowy, a little less space between them but only for this second. Kept her hands by her sides though, not reaching out to him.

“How much of this was a lie?” she quietly asked.

He answered honestly.

“None of it.”

She scrutinized him. He stayed an open book. Mostly because he didn’t know any other way to cover up except run, can’t stay too late, didn’t know what was the right thing to do when clearly he had done so much wrong, didn’t know how this was going to end but Jungkook damn well knew this was gonna fuck him up for his whole life.

Silence.

That sinking feeling.

“You have time to spend?” she finally asked.

-

“Yeah.”

Must be a dream.

You closed the distance, trying to stay awake, watching his eyes. Waiting for Jungkook to run, as he did so many times before. He always had somewhere to be that wasn’t here. Following his dark brown eyes, the memory of his taste on your tongue, breathing in the clean scent of Euphoria, closer, body heat radiating off him, and Jungkook bit his lip, causing the two silver lip rings to catch what little light there was, like punctured stars in the darkness between you and him.

His lashes lowered.

You looked at him, unfazed.

Raised your hand.

Placed five fingertips on his black top. Thin jersey fabric between skin to skin, and you walked them up his chest, staring into the windows of his soul to find the truth. Your lips formed his name, but made no sound. His own followed suit, breathing your name under a tense exhale, not yet moving, shivering as your middle finger traced his chain necklace.

“You never have time to spend,” you murmured, your breath against his jaw.

He lowered his head, gaze flickering away. Then back, mumbling even though he meant it.

“I’m sorry.”

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head.

Opened your mouth to chastise him, but all that came out was an exasperated chuckle.

“Don’t do it again.”

You pressed your lips against his.

Jungkook stole your breath and sank into you.

Your hand pressed into his chest and his arms slid around your waist. His fingers splayed out under your crop top, pressing the slinky micro-mesh against your skin and sending a tingling sensation up your spine. He tasted like haste and hunger. Warmth spreading out, squeezing your torso between leather-covered arms, gasping when your tongue flickered against his lips. Slow. Teasing. Dragging it out. Your other hand slid under his jacket, grasping the small of his waist and digging your nails in. He winced, a small whimper, then tried to cover it up by pulling back slightly, but your tongue remained, sliding out further between his open lips.

Your eyes cracked open to see Jungkook’s lashes flutter, his hot moan warming your lips.

“F… Fuck…”

Your tongue retreated.

Exhaled, giving it the weight that made it drift over his neck and chin. He sucked in a sharp inhale, opening his eyes too. A stand-off. His thighs pressed against your thighs. His erection was straining, even in his jeans. You traced your tongue around the perimeter of your lips, seeing him track the movement with bated breath, smiling slightly as his cock twitched.

He narrowed his eyes. “Can you not?”

You cocked one shoulder, smirking with the tip of your tongue at the edge of your teeth. “Why?”

The faintest of eye rolls. “You don’t suck my dick unless I shower first. And I haven’t showered yet.”

“That really sucks,” you hummed.

With just the correct about of intonation hat you had no sympathy. Especially since your hand was sliding over his ass to follow the line of his hip and then further down, hooking your thumb over the waistband of his jeans and molding your other four fingers around the unforgiving bulge. You heard him bite back a sound, pressing his biceps against you in warning, but you merely smiled, leaning forward to graze your lips against his cheek and jaw.

His cock pulsed strongly in your grip as you whispered into his ear.

Low and hot.

“That really sucks.”

Jungkook made a noise between a whimper and a growl.

But you didn’t care, pressing your breasts against his muscular chest. You knew he could feel your lack of bra through the layers of fabric, the confusion spreading over his facial features as you backed up. There was something there, his brain was working that out, but the swimsuit fabric was thin and your hard nipples were large enough for him to barely feel if he really flexed his pecs.

You unbuttoned his jeans.

He didn’t stop you because he would be crazy to.

The tension so tight that neither of you were breathing.

You grinned.

And yanked his underwear and jeans down at the same time.

You probably wouldn’t have tried this shit if it was someone else. Jungkook was habitual creature. The kind where he kept a small tube of hand sanitizer on him at all times, and you would catch him using it all the time, so absentmindedly that it seemed to have become second nature. He would do it after getting off the train. Walking aimlessly. Standing at your front door as you opened it, rubbing his hands together and directly looking at you, cocking an eyebrow.

The first time you noticed this action you thought he was being a creep before you realized it was hand sanitizer he was putting back into his pocket. He was not, in fact, imitating eccentric cartoon villain behavior. Had you in the first half, not gonna lie.

“What?”

It had been a pointed what at that time.

This time it was a sexually charged and gravelly, “What…?”

You squatted down and took his right hand, turning it palm up. Opened your mouth and drenched saliva all over his palm and fingers, the clean citrus scent of his hand sanitizer hitting your nose, hearing him hiss and feeling him tense. The tendons of his wrist stood out, black ink of his tattoos creeping out under the sleeve of the leather jacket. Your tongue lingered against the texture of his calluses along the top of his palm.

Guess he had been working out his frustrations.

“F-Fuck!”

You wrapped his spit-covered hand around his stiff length. Instinct and arousal and the slippery, tight, pleasurable sensation beat out any protest he had about what was happening, firmly and quickly jacking himself off right in front of your face. You calmly watched the glossy, swollen head pop in and out between his tightened fingers. All colors were desaturated due to the dark apartment. Didn’t matter. You had seen it enough times to know what he looked like.

You looked up.

Jungkook was looking down, gasping, the visible strain making his shoulders tremble. Jaw clenched, dark irises glassy, you’re so fucking pretty, shit, and you stuck out your tongue, enjoying the power. He shuddered, gripping himself tighter. Using your left hand, you hooked a thumb under the hem of your shirts, pushing them up, up, over your barely-covered breasts, revealing your hard nipples straining against the tiny black bikini top.

Those large brown eyes went wide, his lips parting.

“Oh, fuck…”

You used your right hand to shove the thin fabric away, scooping your breasts closer together to give him a good view, securing your left hand against your shoulder, easily holding the bunched-up fabric. Grinned, not hiding how pleased you were at his reaction. You lowered your right knee to the ground, stabilizing yourself.

And, now that your right hand was free, you reached forward and smacked his balls.

His black hair whipped in the air as his head snapped back, moaning sharply at the sudden impact. You slapped them again, and again. It was slightly slick from your own spit. Fast and firm. Not hard, since Jungkook hadn’t quite expressed the level he wanted yet, but then his head fell forward, erratic gasps and pupils blown out, squeezing the head of his cock hard, his entire body shaking.

“Harder,” he groaned out, depraved and deep.

You did as you were told, smacking harder and spreading out the hit over the entire area, keeping yourself exposed for him.

“Fuck… f-fuck…”

It was loud, lewd, and wet. His hand moving fast, and your fingertips repeatedly punishing his balls, his hips shaking in ecstasy. The scent of sex mixing with his crisp cologne, deliciously dirtying it. He turned his hand so it was palm up, knuckles down. You spat on his closed fingers and Jungkook moaned even louder, tipping his head back, sweat glistening along his throat.

Spit dripping down.

A bit of a mess, truly.

His head snapped back, fucked-out gaze, his voice rough and hoarse.

“Can… Can you breathe on me…?”

You leaned forward and parted your lips. Keeping eye contact, sliding your tongue out, and exhaled. Slow, heavy, saturated with warmth, leisurely drifting over his fast, tight grip on his hard cock. His eyes squeezed shut, drawn-out groan thundering in his chest. You did it again and his eyes opened, rolling back slightly, his lashes fluttering. You increased the pressure on his balls. The sharp smacks getting louder, wet thrusts, sensual sighs mixing with his desperate whine, and Jungkook tipped his hips down, fixated on watching himself cum onto your tongue and down your throat.

Hot, thick streaks.

You tilted your head back, drinking his orgasm down as you locked eyes with him, electric bliss simmering through your veins. His short black hair was damp with sweat. The strange feeling came back again, somewhere between a dream and reality, yet unmistakable clarity.

Fuck.

You were both sinking.

Shit.

-

“Don’t stop.”

To be honest, Jungkook didn’t like missionary for the sheer reason that she was too damn powerful in this position. Face too damn pretty. Tits too damn perfect. Legs on his shoulders letting him get too damn deep, soft thighs against his hard abs, pussy clenching around every centimeter of his length and not letting up, her hips smacking up every time he thrust down. Okay. It just felt too fucking good. It was a damn problem. He had to grind his teeth and fuck hard so he could slow down and not cum too fast. One would think the second orgasm would be difficult to reach, but one would be fucking wrong. His was rock-hard once she was naked and even harder when she dipped her fingers into her wet pussy to smear her juices over the throbbing head of his cock before he rolled the condom down.

“Are you a virgin or what – fuck!”

She was giving him that smug smirk of hers.

It both pissed him off and made him so damn happy.

A bitch faking it would be imitating shitty porn right now. That was why he never did missionary with any other women before her. It just made him limp. Better it hit it from the back and not have to look at their faces.

God, she was so fucking pretty.

“Always a virgin, only for you,” she snickered.

“I feel so fucking special,” Jungkook growled back, emphasizing each word by pounding her into the mattress.

He did, though.

Somewhere between dream and reality. That strange feeling as he watched her hands grip her pillows, her features softening as she fell into the pleasure, smacking her hips into his, their breathless moans blending together, primal harmony, and he knew he was well and truly fucked because instead of only drowning in the physical sensations of shoving his cock into that tight, wet hole, Jungkook was thinking about how he would wake up and bury his face in her hair the next morning, inhaling the scent of her sweet and smokey perfume, hoping other people could smell her on him, thinking about how lovely it would be to look over and see those eyes roaming over his face, every day and every night.

Well.

Shit.

She clenched around him particularly hard and Jungkook snapped out of his daydream.

Back into his lustful nightdream.

“Harder,” she hissed out, narrowing her eyes.

He was going to gasp, fuck you, but he was doing that already and there was no time to think because she sank lower into the mattress, angling her hips ever-so-slightly, and it was so deep, so good, so tight, losing his mind. Sweat dripping down his chest. He tucked his head back, trying not to get it all over her, bending his elbows and locking his muscles, driving his back and hips into his thrust, bending her in half and neither of them could breathe, closer, clawing up to the high, fast and intense and coiling tight in his chest, sinking down, down, deep down.

Airless.

His orgasm crashed into him so hard that his arms almost gave out.

“Fuck, Jungkook!”

He was sure that the noise that came out of him was not one he wanted to be self aware of. Something between a choked groan and whining moan, lost in the pulsating walls shivering against his jerking cock, wave after wave burning through him. The high seared him like electricity and the aftermath was layers of sparks building over his skin, tingling nerves and forgetting about anything else, suspended in this feeling.

Then his muscles screamed from fatigue and Jungkook realized his back was alarmingly sweaty.

“A… ah, hah…”

She plucked the white hand towel from her nightstand and flung it over his shoulder, falling back into the pillows and gasping.

He was in the middles of wiping his face before he realized that she didn’t have a towel there the first time he came over. But a towel was always there every other time he had showed up after. Either white or dark gray. Always fluffy. He looked down. Her eyes were closed, her pants slowing down to heavy breaths. She hadn’t been looking at him during his epiphany.

She smacked his arm for a second time before he realized she was trying to get his attention.

“Put my legs down, damn…”

“Oh, shit, right…”

It took him a moment to untangle himself. She went to the bathroom, as she usually did. Their clothes were all over the floor. Leather pants. Mesh shirt. The bathing suit top. Panties. His tank top. Black boxer briefs. His jacket and jeans were out there somewhere in the hall outside the bedroom. He noticed a pair of folded gray sweatpants and white shirt sitting on the corner of her room, randomly atop a low bookshelf. He had put them there a week ago. Just in case. She hadn’t moved it.

Jungkook breathed out.

He patted his temple.

I’m in idiot.

Then vigorously dried his hair.

The feeling came back when it was his turn to clean up in the bathroom and he saw his clear hair tie by her sink. A little tangled up from use, next to a pair of clear earplugs. He should probably check his phone and tell his friends that he was fine, but it was somewhere out there in his jeans and Jungkook wasn’t going to go hunting for it right now.

He went back to the bedroom.

Damn, she was so stunning even simply lying in bed. Her gray duvet was only covering her lower half, her forearm draped over her eyes. Amazing breasts. He took a moment to ogle them, perfect nipples and all.

“Stop staring at my tits.”

Well, shit.

She raised her arm and cocked her eyebrow at him.

Not saying anything, but the message came across quite clear.

Jungkook draped the hand towel over his shoulder and picked up the gray sweatpants from the bookshelf, yanking them over his legs before looking up again. Those shadowed eyes were watching him carefully. Surprise but not quite believing. He left the t-shirt and dropped the towel onto the floor, walking over to the other side of the bed and throwing himself down onto the mattress, making her body bounce.

Side eye.

“What?”

He shrugged.

“I’m tired.”

She frowned at him.

“Oh, yeah?”

He nodded.

“Yeah.”

He used his elbows to scoot himself to the pillows, resting his chin on the backs of his hands to look down at her. Her eyes followed the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. Down and then up. Observing his facial expression carefully.

“Can’t stay too late?” she whispered. Somewhere between a taunt and weariness.

It broke his heart a little, hearing his own words said back to him. He moved one hand and lifted her forearm from her brows, seeing more of her face now. The mood lighting was still on. Points of color dancing over the ceiling above them. They reflected in her eyes even as she faced him.

Jungkook could smell her perfume, soft and sweet and not yet clinging to his skin.

“Can I stay the night?”

Her eyes narrowed. “And why would you wanna to that?”

He shrugged, realizing now that it had never been a no.

“Boyfriends stay over at their girlfriends’ places sometimes. Free breakfast.”

She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.

“The shit you pull, Jeon Jungkook.”

He leaned down. Had to fight for the kiss. Hands on wrists. His chest pressed against her breasts. When their lips touched, he could feel her smiling, so Jungkook smiled too and kissed her deeply.

--

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#jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

[rinneverse]

cw. gn!reader x wriothesley drabble, just a wee bit of being comforted by him, suggestive towards the end, minors dni please and ty :)

“baby, what’s wrong?” wriothesley asks, pulling the covers of your bed away from your face.

“nothin’, honey.” you frown as you're pulled from your cocoon and attempt to tug the covers back over yourself. he's stubborn though, only pulling them back when you try to cover yourself up again.

“nothin’ my ass,” he gently counters. the bed dips under his weight as he takes a seat on the edge, gently brushing his hand along your shoulder when you burrow into your pillows instead.

“seriously. just feeling a bit down, that’s all.” you sigh in defeat, voice muffled by the pillow you clutch tightly to yourself.

wriothesley gently coaxes you into his hold, settling against the headboard as his strong arms wrap around you. despite your grumbling, you nestle further into him.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to talk,” he starts, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. his usually gruff voice is soft, a tone reserved for you and you only. “but i’m here for you regardless. i want you to tell me if there’s anything i can do for you, alright?”

“okay. i will.” you mumble. your ear presses against the warmth of his chest, his steady heartbeat lulling you into a relaxed state as broad hands stroke your back.

“that's my baby.” you can hear the smile in wriothesley's voice, a soft murmur against your temple. he tilts your chin up with a calloused finger, trailing kisses along your cheek, the slope of your jaw, ending with a slow kiss against your lips that has you forgetting what was making you upset in the first place.

when you pull away, you catch his gaze, icy blue depths filled with such love and adoration for you that it makes you feel love-drunk. you pull him in for another kiss, soft and sweet, curling yourself into the warmth of him as he holds you close.

“i can fuck the sad out of ya, if you need,” he murmurs against your lips, chest rumbling with a chuckle under your palms as you rest them there.

you press your lips together to suppress a giggle as you look up at him. “you're a horndog, you know that?”

“only when it comes to you, dear. now, does that sound good? need me to fuck you better?” there's a glimmer of hunger in his eyes as he watches you, cool hands dipping under your shirt that make you shiver.

you press another chaste kiss to his lips before you reply. “okay. but i'll be real upset if this doesn't make me feel better.”

“oh, i promise you'll be satisfied—” wriothesley grins wolfishly, the glint in his eyes your only warning before you're being flipped, pressed into the bed by the delicious weight of wriothesley settling on top of you.

he kisses down the slope of your throat, gently nipping at your pulse point before he continues: “—you know i don't disappoint.”

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

#☆ oakie writes #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wrote this on a whim bc i was sad and am very much yearning for him :( #cries sobs

[ohwowimlonley]

nsfw alphabet - s.b

Warnings - f!reader, pinv sex, unprotected sex, oral, nudes, kinda perv!sirius

Notes - these alphabets are gonna be way longer than my origonal ones, so they’re going to take longer to put out, but if you want one specific one first then let me know! I’m trying to get one done for every character on my list :)

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

“Here, baby,” he sits with his back to the headboard, gently coaxing you to sit up with a hand on the back of your neck, just enough so he can tip a mouthful of water past your lips. He rewards you with a kiss on the forehead, before he slips off of the mattress to retrieve his quidditch jersey from atop his trunk, urging you to hold your arms up so he can fold the fabric over your head, tugging it down until the excess material pools around your thighs.

“”Ready for bed, gorgeous girl?” he grins toothily down at you, slipping an arm around your waist and tugging you down until your head hits the pillow, clearly not expecting you to answer him at all. He settles you into your patented sleeping position; you curled up on your left side and Sirius plastered to any and all skin he can reach, chin hooked over your shoulder and lips pressed to your jaw.

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

“Mmph, fuck me,” he throws his head back, battling against the urge to keep his eyes screwed shut, instead reaching over your body, grabbing at your ass and admiring the way it jiggles with the motion, obsessed with the way it looks stuck up in the air while your head is in between his thighs, “look so good down there baby. Gonna let me cum all over that pretty ass of yours?”

“Siri, Siri oh my-” you gasp out, trying your utmost to stifle a scream that threatens to breach past your lips, grabbing and pulling at his hair as he licks all over your sensitive cunt.

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

“Siri, m’gonna cum,” you bite into his neck, struggling to keep yourself as quiet as possible, but you can’t help but whine when he pulls away from you, halting your high in its tracks. You sob out of frustration, digging your nails into his back, “no, Siri! Why?”

“You know why, princess,” he tuts, “you don’t cum first, daddy does,”

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

“Oh Siri,” you mumble breathlessly, eyes widening as you dig through his box of ‘keepsakes’ always kept under his bed. There’s all sorts of things hidden away in the depths of it; polaroids (ones you’d taken for him along with those you don’t recognise), a pair of your favourite lace panties you were beginning to think you’d lost and right at the bottom, next to a note you’d slipped to him in potions asking if he wanted a date out in the forbidden forest, is the spare key to your private dorm room. You’d lost it weeks ago, and even asked your boyfriend about it. He claimed he hadn’t seen it, even suggested some places for you to look for it. Maybe this is how he’d managed to get those mysterious polaroids of you, “Sirius Black, you dirty pervert,”

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

Sirius knows how to do a lot of things. The first time you guys had sex, he surprised you by pinning you down on his plush bed sheets, anchoring your hips down with his strong biceps and eating you out like a man starved. He knows all the right spots, with no prompting whatsoever.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

“Stay,” his voice is gruff, the sound reverberating over the walls of his dormitory. His hand is right at the base of your neck between your shoulder blades, keeping your face firmly planted in his satin pillows. Your knees keep your ass up high, legs spread as far apart as you can get them while keeping balanced. The rest of your body is as low as possible, and he runs the fingers of his spare hand through your sopping folds, teasing you by never giving you any actual friction, “such a good girl for me, huh? My pretty little show off,”

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

His lips are all over you, on your own, slipping his tongue between your teeth, on your neck, sucking on the skin until it bruises, on the neckline of your shirt, tugging at it with his pearly whites. The two of you pull away at the same time, pulling your shirt desperately over your head. Your arms slip out easily, but your chin gets stuck in the tight neck hole. The two of you stop in your tracks, eyes connecting over the constricting hem of your (about to be thrown away) shirt. There’s a dead silence for a good ten seconds, before Sirius cracks up. His laughter is thunderous, shaking the whole bed with the force of it. You stare at him blankly as he starts crying from the hilarity of the situation. Somehow, through his laughter, he helps you escape your fabric prison and pets your hair to calm himself down, “sorry, love,”

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

He’s laid out on his bed, thighs spread apart and right hand on the back of your head as you push yourself down on his length. He’s gasping out for air, hips jerking up to meet your mouth until your nose is buried in a patch of thick, curly hair. It’s not suffocating, the hair by your nose, but it’s definitely there, tickling your skin.

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

“Shh, sweetness,” his lips brush the crown of your head, hands gripping yours, pushing them deeper into the mattress as he rolls his hips into yours. He’s not quite kissing you all the way, what with his breathlessness, but you can feel the subtle cracks in his lips scratching your forehead as he pushes them against you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Steam billows around him in the ensuite bathroom of his shared dorm room. The boys are in the next room, and are almost definitely able to hear him through the old brick walls. He doesn’t care. He can’t get you off his mind and he’d rather the boys hear him over seeing his chubbed up cock through his pyjamas. If he could, he would send you an owl asking you over to help him out, since you always do it so much better than him, but you’re busy with prefect duties.

He squeezes his cock tighter, trying desperately to mimic the suction of your wet heat, but it’s no use, it’s nothing like the real thing. When he finally does cum, it’s weak and dissatisfying. He lets out a pathetic whimper at the feeling, promising himself to never again try and make himself cum without you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

God, he loves watching you cry. It’s one of his favourite things in the world to see; you cry out for him, pools of tears welling in your eyes as he mercilessly rubs his fingers into your sweet spot as he sucks relentlessly on your puffy clit. He just adores the angry lines the tears leave in their wake, sometimes he’ll lean up and kiss along the trail they leave, pout down at you mockingly, and ask if it’s too much for you. It just makes you sob out for him to do something, but he holds out for a little while longer, just to see how desperate you get for him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Your moans echo all throughout the empty boys locker room, and your nails dig painfully into the worn wooden bench Sirius has you bent over. The boys are waiting for you just on the other side of the door, probably able to hear you through the flimsy door, but neither of you care much. In fact, you suspect Sirius is enjoying it; giving the boys a sample of how good you are to him, but never letting them see the full thing.

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

“No, Siri, you’re doing it wrong,” you insist, leaning over his shoulder and pointing at the History of Magic textbook, then moving your finger to his messily scrawled homework, “what page are you even looking at?”

God, that ever so slightly condescending-yet-playful tone in your voice has him bending over slightly in his chair in the hopes of you not catching his growing hard on. He bites his lip to hold back a grin, and writes down yet another nonsensical note in his barely legible handwriting, in the hopes that you’ll roll your eyes at him again, tell him off again, press your tits to his shoulder and tell him what to do again, just so he has an excuse to bend you over his desk and punish you for being rude.

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

Sirius is up for a hell of a lot of things, anything you want, he wants, essentially. The only thing he’ll never, ever go near is consensual non consent. He can’t stand the thought of you even pretending like you’re not enjoying what he does to you.

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

God, he looks so pretty like this; hair scraped back into an almost falling out ponytail, sweat beading down his exposed chest, and muscles tensing in his arms as he grips at your hair. He adores you on your knees for him, looking up at him with teary eyes as you struggle to take his whole length at once. If you let him, his absolute favourite thing to do is fuck your face, his hips stuttering every time you gag at his tip bruising the back of your throat. He always finishes in minutes when you have your mouth around him, filling your throat with his creamy spend.

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

He starts off rolling his hips against yours slowly, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. His head drops to your shoulder, kissing along every spot of exposed skin he can get to without adjusting his position and risk losing his rhythm. His hands are everywhere, wandering over your exposed body as his pace picks up.

As his orgasm approaches, his gentle pace quickle devolves into harsh, sloppy thrusts.

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

“Shh,” he insists, slipping his free hand over your mouth so your moans are muffled. The two of you are most certainly going to be late to potions, but you don’t care so long as he keeps slamming himself into your sweet spot at this pace. A mop handle slams down onto the floor next to you, but neither of you pay it much mind, “gotta hurry up n’ cum, princess, or else you’ll have to sit at the back with Snivvelus,”

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

“C’mon, Siri! Just show me!” You whinge, lunging to grab the bag from behind his back, but he’s too quick and holds it over his head so you can’t reach it. You cross your arms over your chest and glare up at him, “arsehole,”

“Hey now,” he tuts, then slips his hand into the black plastic bag and pulls out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and dangles them in front of your face, “don’t go bein’ naughty, or else I’ll have to use these on you, hm?”

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

“Please,” you all but sob out, pushing weakly at his shoulder in an attempt to slow his pace down, even by just a fraction, “Siri, s’too much,”

“Be good, sweetling,” is all he responds with, smearing a kiss on the crown of your head as he carries on uninterrupted. You don’t even understand how he’s doing it. He must’ve cum at least three times by now, albeit with small breaks in between where he would delve in between your legs and eat you out ‘til you scream.

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

Sirius Black loves to tie you up. It doesn’t matter if it’s with handcuffs, a tie he wore to work, the belt he’d forgotten on the dreaded laundry chair, he doesn’t care. Sometimes, if he’s feeling extra mean, he’ll tether your ankles to the bedposts as well with pairs of tights he digs out from your underwear drawer, just to see you struggle to chase after his touch as he tortures you with a magic wand vibrator (he likes the irony of the name).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

“What’s wrong, baby? You were being so loud earlier,” he grins up at you evilly, nudging his fingers deeper into your tight channel, pressing them against your sweet spot. His calloused palm scrapes against your abused clit, and you know he’s not planning on stopping any time soon. You try to respond to him, but all that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic gasping whine that makes your boyfriends chuckle, “what was that, love? Try’na tell me something?”

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

You’ve never heard your boyfriend make so much noise as when you ride him. He can’t hold back his desperate grunts as you bring your hips down to meet his. He grips onto with a bruising force when you cum around him, letting out a continuous howling moan at your pulsating tightness. The moan fades into a steady groan when you start up again, determined to make him cum. When he finally does, it’s with a high pitched sigh, exhaled right by your ear as you shush him.

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

Pulling on Sirius Black’s hair is a special kind of fun. When it’s his turn to take charge and you do it, it spurs him on to fuck you harder, press his fingers into you more, scrape his teeth against your clit a little harder. When he’s playing the submissive however, pulling on his hair makes him turn to jelly. You tug on his hair when he goes down on you, and he loses his goddamn mind, all but suffocating himself in between your thighs as he muffles his high pitched whimpers against your slit.

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

Sirius Black does not have a massive dick. It’s actually quite regular, standing at not quite six inches, with a good girth you can grip onto between your thumb and forefinger. His tip is hooked a little upwards, which makes it just delicious to ride him, with his spongy head mashing against your g-spot.

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

Sirius would go all day every day if he could, but realistically, he’ll give you those eyes and pull you away into his room to have you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

“Okay, sweetheart?” He cranes his neck down to brush his lips across your forehead, looking over to the nightstand you’d slowly invaded during your time of dating to ensure you had drained your glass of water before switching off his lamp and tucking the covers up over your almost sleeping frame with the red quilted duvet and pulls you closer to his side. It’s only when your breathing evens out and your muscles relax completely that he lets his eyes close.

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[slut4thebroken]

Ruin

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | Jason punishes you after you disobey him.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, knifeplay, blood, cutting, brief use of guns, bondage, ruined orgasms, overstimulation, denial, pain play, sex toys, dacryphilia, hard to soft dom Jay, established relationship.

Words | 3.3 k

Notes | For reader’s suit, imagine Black Windows’s but it’s not one whole piece, it’s a top and a bottom but still in the same style. (And yes… part of this was based on a video😭)

Ao3 link | <3

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“You disobeyed a direct order!” He seethed, slamming the front door shut. You huffed and turned around to face him with your arms crossed. 

“Well, your order was shit.” You shrugged, making his jaw clench as he exhaled through his nose. 

“If you can’t do what you’re told then you can’t work with me.” 

“You mean work for you.” You narrowed your eyes at him and he scoffed. “Why can’t you just admit that you were wrong for once and I made the right call.” Your voice started to raise again. 

“You could have died! And all because, what? Your pride?” He asked in disbelief. 

“But I didn’t!”

“Because I had to fucking save your ass!” 

You and Jason have always been too similar. A lot of the same things set you off, you’re both too cocky, care too much about your pride and ego. And you can bet that if one starts screaming, the other will too. Your anger fuels his, just like his fuels yours. 

“I’m not one of your little underlings that has to follow your every command, Jason. And if that’s what you think, you need to get your head out of your ass.” Your voice was lower now, but still full of malice. 

“You know what, princess?” He started stalking toward you but you held your ground. “I think you’ve forgotten your place. And I’m going to remind you.”

“Oh fuck off, Todd.” You watched the muscles in his jaw tense. You never call him by his last name unless he’s really pissing you off. Before you could even blink, his hand was in your hair, pulling your head back and moving you closer to him. His breath fanned your lips but you made sure to keep the scowl on your face. 

“Fuck you.” You hissed, debating if you should spit in his face or not. Instead, you grabbed a knife from your pants and held it up to his neck. He gave you an unimpressed look and then his gun was under your chin. So you used your second hand to do the same with your own gun. His grip tightened on your hair and you both just stared at each other, having a silent battle for dominance. Despite the fact that you’re both bluffing, you pressed the knife harder against his skin, watching a small bead of blood fall to his collarbone. 

“Everything you do right now I’m going to do ten times worse to you in a few minutes.” He warned, not even flinching at the blade piercing his skin. You stared at him with narrowed eyes, but you could feel your confidence and dominance start to break— the submissive part of you forcing its way up through the cracks. You clenched your jaw and hardened your gaze, willing it to go back down. But Jason already knew. You could tell by the way his lips were slowly curling up into a smirk. 

“Put the knife away, baby.” You ignored the butterflies from the pet name and glared at him. 

“Keep patronizing me and I’ll cut out your vocal cords.” You spat. 

“I’m sure you will, princess.” He smirked and you fucking knew he said it with that tone specifically because of what you just said. You breathed heavily as you seethed, his low laughter only fueling your anger. With a growl, you shoved his chest— you weren’t strong enough to actually move him, but he humored you by moving with the force, letting go of your hair. 

“Keep taunting me, princess and I’ll shoot you.” You pointed the gun at him, clenching your jaw. 

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, clearly entertained by your outburst. He was on you in a second, pushing the gun to the side and forcing the knife out of your hand, making you whimper when he bent your wrist the wrong way. Once he disarmed you, he placed a hand on your neck and quickly pushed you back until you hit the wall with a grunt. 

“You need to learn your fucking place.” He growled, squeezing your neck. 

“You’re supposed to teach me?” You scoffed, adding gasoline to the fire. Instead of reacting with anger like you thought he would, his eyes darkened and he smirked.  

“That’s right, baby. Now get your ass on the bed.” He took a step away from you and pointed his gun at your face. When you didn’t move, he cocked it, making you roll your eyes but start walking. You sat on the bed, looking up at him with a smirk. 

“Take away that gun and what are you? Just a little boy desperate for control.” The second you said it, you knew you fucked up. 

Bad. 

He glared at you for a moment and you held your breath as you waited, then he just chuckled darkly and set the gun on the nightstand. While he was there, he grabbed the handcuffs and vibrator you always keep in the drawer. You put up a fight as he handcuffed you but he overpowered you easily. To immobilize your legs, he just sat on your thighs. 

He dragged the zipper of your suit down at a tortuously slow pace. Once it was unzipped, he pulled a knife from his pants and cut your bra straight down the middle. You shouted a protest, which was ignored as he pushed the fabric to the side, exposing your breasts. 

“So soft.” He muttered absentmindedly as he trailed the tip of the knife over your chest. “So delicate…” He trailed it up to your neck then pressed down in the same place you had cut him. “So fragile.” You hissed when the blade broke the skin but showed no other reaction. 

He removed the knife and leaned down, licking a stripe up your neck, over the cut. You let out a low moan and subconsciously lifted your hands to place in his hair. The chain rattling on the headboard made him pull back with a small smirk. 

He put the tip of the knife back on your neck to continue, going up your jaw, then down your cheek before landing on your bottom lip. Your breath hitched as the skin split under the blade and once he was satisfied with the amount of blood, he removed it and leaned back down to kiss you. 

You moaned into the kiss and he groaned in response, licking his tongue into your mouth, focusing on your lip before sliding inside to meet your own. The kiss was hot and messy and almost aggressive but so entirely Jason. 

He pulled away, but immediately moved to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and dark bruises. He gave one last kiss on the cut on your neck, then sat up again. If all he was planning on doing to punish you was cut you occasionally and kiss you… well that wasn’t much of a punishment at all to be honest. You tried not to smirk at the thought. 

“You’re awfully quiet tonight.” You hinted at the question you wanted to ask instead. 

“Baby, why would I talk dirty to you when I know how much you love it?” He grinned, making you frown. Instead of pouting you tried a different tactic. 

“Sounds like an excuse to be lazy. Is that also why you got the vibrator out?” You smirked, glancing at the toy on the bed. “Careful, Jay. You’re awfully close to becoming a pillow princess.”  

“Keep talking. You’re only making it worse for yourself and more fun for me.” He said smugly. 

“What’s a pillow princess gonna do?” You scoffed, still smirking. You were always terrible at knowing when to keep your mouth shut. He stared at you for a moment, then laughed quietly at your disobedience and moved between your legs. He pulled on the waistband of your pants and underwear, forcing them down your legs until they were at your ankles, where he had to quickly rip your boots off to fully remove them. Then he was back to sitting over your thighs. 

He didn’t even say anything as he picked up the vibrator, immediately turning it on and pressing it against your clit. You let out a choked moan from the sudden stimulation and he started slowly moving it in small circles, still maintaining firm pressure. You squeezed your eyes shut with a long vulgar moan and heard him chuckle quietly. 

“Fuck— Jason.” You said through a breath, feeling yourself already close to the edge. It’s rare that you ever need to use the vibrator so whenever you do, it’s always really intense. You expected him to pull away, to make a remark about how you don’t have permission to come, but he didn’t say or do anything. Not being able to hold it any longer, you fell over the edge, then all stimulation was gone. You let out a choked sob and opened your eyes to look at him. 

“Jason,” You whimpered, giving him the pout that always makes him cave. By now, your ruined orgasm was done and your chest heaved as you watched him. 

“I’m sorry, did you still want this?” He condescended, glancing at the toy then back to you. 

“Fuck you.” You growled, now angry from the lack of pleasurable release. He clicked his tongue and turned it back on, pressing it firmly against your now sensitive clit. You cried out, trying to squirm away from him, but not being able to because of him sitting on your legs. 

“S-stop, Jay— stop,” You whimpered, barely able to handle the overstimulation. He just let out a dark chuckle, making you look at him with watery eyes. 

“No, baby. We’re gonna do this over and over again and I’m only gonna stop once it dies.” He smirked. You let out a strangled whimper and yanked your hands forward, the metal chain rattling loudly on the headboard. 

“Please, I- I’m sorry,” He shushed you and you let your words die off into incoherent babbling. 

“You did this to yourself. You’re a big girl, you can handle the consequences of your own actions.” He condescended. You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut. 

“Can’t…” Despite your words, you could already feel your second orgasm barreling toward you. After only another moment, the coil in your stomach snapped and you let out a loud moan that turned into a sob when he once again removed the vibrator. 

“Please! Please, I'm sorry!” You cried, the tears in your eyes threatening to fall. “Please, Jay, I won’t do it again. I promise— please,” He brought his hand down hard on your sensitive clit with a loud smack, forcing a broken moan from you.  

“No amount of begging is gonna get you out of this, princess.” 

“Jason,” You whimpered. Your watery puppy dog eyes had no effect on him though. He placed the vibrator back on your clit, making you cry out and yank on the handcuffs again. “Fuck! Jay— Jay, please.” You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut and feeling hot tears start to roll down your temples. 

“God you look so fucking hot like this. Let me see those pretty fuck me eyes.” Your eyes fluttered open and you stared up at him through wet lashes, bottom lip trembling. “Jesus fucking christ.” He groaned, gaze rapidly moving over your face and the rest of your body. 

“Aren’t you a fuckin sight, huh? Tits out, arms tied to the bed, tears running down that pretty face, and look at how red your little pussy is, baby.” He lifted the vibrator and you let out a heavy breath of relief as your chest heaved. The second you looked down like he said, the toy was back on your clit. Your crying intensified and you continued trying to squirm away from the stimulation. 

“Jay— fuck… Please, Jay.. hurts so bad.” You whimpered, pulling out all the stops to get his mercy. “Please, baby, I’m sorry— I won’t do it again, I promise. I’ll listen to you.” 

“I know you will. But I also know it’s going to take more than just this to make your words actually truthful. Right now you’re just saying what I want to hear to get me to stop.” 

“No! No, I- I'm not lying, Jay.” 

“I don’t believe you.” He shrugged, making you let out a sob and pull on the restraints again, your legs trying to kick him off of you. “Throwing a tantrum now?” He asked with raised brows. 

“Fuck— Jay, please. I’m sorry.” You whimpered. 

“Shh, baby. You don’t want the gag, do you?” You whined at the threat, bottom lip trembling, and shook your head. “That’s what I thought. So why don’t you shut the fuck up and take your punishment, like a good little girl?” Your third orgasm hit you suddenly, but as soon as your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut, he removed the vibrator, making you release an anguished cry. 

He kept that up for what felt like hours. After the fifth orgasm you could barely talk, but after the seventh, you lost count of how many ones he ruined. When the vibrator finally died, you were both relieved and disappointed. 

“Ready for my cock?” He asked, making your breath hitch. You nodded, not even attempting to speak, and watched him walk over to the closet where most of the sex toys are stored. When he came back with a fleshlight, you whined with a pout. “Relax, I’m still gonna fuck you, princess.” You were too fucked out to try and figure out what that meant. He lined up the end with your hole, making you tense up. 

“What are you doing?” Your words slurred together, heavy with exhaustion. 

“Shh. Just trust me, baby.” He cooed and you couldn’t help but obey, your body relaxing into the bed. You whined when he pushed the toy in, feeling far too sensitive, but also relieved that you were finally full. When he settled between your legs and took out his cock, it finally clicked. 

“Jay,” You whined, watching as he stroked himself slowly. “You said you were gonna fuck me.” 

“I am.” He lined the tip of his cock up with the entrance of the fake pussy and all of your protests died on your tongue when he sunk in, brows scrunched together and mouth open in a silent moan. The toy shifted inside of you, but it wasn’t enough to give you any genuine relief. You let out a strangled sob and pulled on the handcuffs— much softer than before though because of how raw your wrists had gotten. 

“You’re okay.” He cooed, making you shake your head as you cried. “Shh, princess. You can take it, can’t you? For me?” You whined, feeling conflicted. 

“Please… ‘m sorry.” You whimpered. 

“I know, baby. You’ll be okay.” He slowly dragged his cock out, then pushed back in. A strangled sob escaped your lips and he leaned down, muffling your sounds with a kiss. Once you started whining and whimpering instead of crying out and sobbing, he pulled back. 

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispered, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears from your face. His hips moved slowly, barely jostling the toy inside you. The only plus to this situation was that you weren’t empty anymore. “Took your punishment so well, baby.” 

“Jay,” Your bottom lip wobbled and he gave you a soft smile as he cupped your cheek. When you let out a choked sob, he shushed you softly. “Wanna touch you..” You whimpered, feeling more tears fall when you unsuccessfully tried to bring your hands forward again. 

“Yeah?” You nodded, biting your trembling lip. “Okay, sweetheart. Since you’re doing such a good job, you can touch me.” The second your arms were free, you wrapped them around his body, pulling him down into a hug as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. When you placed a soft kiss there, he let out a shaky breath. 

“Fuck— I’m not gonna last much longer.” He grumbled, breathing heavily against your shoulder as his hips sped up. “This is a punishment for me too, baby. It’s nowhere near as good as the real thing.” You wanted to beg him to take this out and use the real thing instead, but you could barely get any words out when he sped up even more. Your walls fluttered around the toy and you got even needier just by listening to his desperate grunts and moans as he rutted into you, chasing his orgasm. “But don’t worry, I’m still gonna give you my come.” He whispered, planting a wet kiss on the side of your neck. You moved a hand to his hair and tugged on the strands lightly as your back arched up into him. 

When he suddenly pulled up, out of your arms, you whined, but it cut off once you saw that he was pulling the toy out of you and off of his cock. He stroked himself quickly, his breathing coming in short pants until he let out a low groan, covering your sore, abused pussy in his release. He rode out his orgasm, then his hand slowed to a stop as he caught his breath. 

“C’mere, princess.” He said softly, laying down next to you and pulling you into his arms. “Can you tell me how you’re feeling?” He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you snuggled into him more. 

“Needy..” You mumbled. When he laughed quietly, the corners of your lips turned up into a small smile. 

“That’s the only bad thing you’re feeling?” He asked again, and you realized now what he meant. 

“Mhm. Still just a little fuzzy.” 

“Good.” He kissed the top of your head again, then started running his fingers through your hair, making your eyes flutter closed as you let out a pleased sigh. The longer you laid here, not distracted by anything, the more your thoughts continued to race. You already felt bad for what you did, but the drop of endorphins, as well as the fact that you just finished a somewhat intense scene, only exacerbated the feeling. 

“Jay, I- I’m sorry.” You started, then cleared your sore throat and spoke a little louder. “I thought I was doing the right thing but I shouldn’t have deviated from the plan and I won’t do it again. I’m sorry for scaring you too.” If the roles were reversed and Jason didn’t follow the plan, then almost died— again— you wouldn’t let him out of your sight for weeks, maybe even months. 

“I’m sorry for yelling.” He said quietly, his own way of accepting your apology. 

“I deserved it.” You smiled. Your heart fluttered when you heard the deep rumble in his chest as he laughed quietly.  

“But hey I mean… if you ever want to go against the plan— in a way that doesn’t almost maim or kill you— I’m not saying it would lead to some pretty hot sex, but…” You giggled into his chest at his words. 

“There’s no fucking way I’m doing that shit again. The ruined orgasms and overstimulation? That was just downright cruel, Jay.” You tried to suppress your laughter and sound stern, but as soon as you heard his chuckle, your serious exterior broke. “And how on earth did you come up with the fleshlight thing?” That part, even though it was torture for you, was almost impressive honestly. 

“I don’t know… I wanted to fuck you, but I didn’t want to fuck you… if that makes any sense.” He said sheepishly. 

“Close enough.” You laughed quietly. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next time you deviate from the plan.” You said with a smirk. Riding a dildo right next to his cock would probably drive him mad and you were already creating a plan in your head for everything else you could do to him— for all of the ways you could torture him. 

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