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peachsayshi · 1 year

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by your side.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ gojo x female reader ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

summary: gojo returns home after an exhausting two month trip away from you.

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notes: I’m so h*rny for this man & that tight black tee of his this is my contribution to celebrate satoru gojo and satoru gojo only <3 you can find my other yan gojo posts: here & here.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere; lovesick/obsessed/needy gojo; sleepy satoru; oral (f receiving); edging; dub con (ish?); pussy drunk satoru 👀; size kink; dacryphilia

“Missed you,” Satoru exhales with a strained voice, his long fingers unfastening the knot around your waist, similarly to how you removed the white ribbon of the present he gifted you earlier this evening.

The elder jujutsu sorcerers frustrated him with too many problems during his isolation period away from you, binding him with the shackles of responsibilities that he never asked for.

Exchanging phone calls, text messages and videos with you wasn’t enough enough to fill the empty void in his heart. Only now, as he smooths down the silk fabric of your robe, does Satoru understand how terribly deprived he’s been.

How did he survive these last two months without you?

“I missed you so much, my sweet girl”

His words are laced with anguish and his pupils dilate at your soft skin peeking out from under your attire. He pulls the material away from you, watching carefully as it ripples off your body like water.

Around your neck is the present that he bought for you; a string of white gold links draping down your clavicle with a heart shaped pendant resting just above your chest. He nips at his bottom lip, considering the idea of adorning you in even more jewelry.

Two sparkling studs for your ears, maybe...a charm bracelet to compliment a pretty anklet... a band that would look complete around your ring finger...

The image makes his dick twitch.

You’re looking up at him from underneath your lashes, shying away from his intense gaze and drifting down to his muscular torso looking snug in his black fitted tee. All of a sudden your bed feels much smaller with him there, and a tingle ascends up your spine when he curves his strong arm behind your waist. The force of his weight pushes you down onto the soft pillows behind you. His limbs taking up most of the mattress, leaving you pinned underneath the expanse of his chest.

You’ve forgotten how quickly he makes your heart race. You’re still adjusting to this - getting used to the status of being his girl.

He tenderly touches his forehead to yours, a reminder of why the claim shouldn’t make you feel like a frightened kitten trapped in a wolf’s den.

Those words are pure devotion now, an affirmation of his love towards you. There are many who dream about basking in its abundance, and here you are greedily indulging for free.

Being loved by him is an honor that you have been pleasantly awarded.

You tilt your chin up to brush your mouth over his, initiating the first kiss with a chaste peck against his pink lips before leaning back to look into the depths of his blue eyes.

He’s exhausted, you can tell, the bright color of his irises are muted and his mouth is twisting downward in a subtle frown. You know for a fact that he carries many burdens as the head of his clan and the strongest sorcerer, but what’s unsettling you is the sullen expression overwhelming his handsome face since his arrival.

“I thought you would be happy to see me,” you state quite matter of factly, swiping your thumb over the blush blooming underneath his pale skin.

Satoru leans into your touch, resting his cheek comfortably in the palm of your hand, and you can’t help but think how angelic he looks this way.

“I am, it’s just...I really, really hated being away from you,” he confesses through gritted teeth.

You brush off the spark of nerves reacting to the visible sickness on his face, and trail your index finger down the bridge of his nose. “You’re home now,” you coo as you circle your arms around his neck, “I’m happy that you’re back.”

His shoulders relax almost immediately, and he buries his relieved smile in the crook of your neck. “Yeah?” he mumbles into your skin. “That’s nice to hear.”

The sensation feels ticklish, but your giggle is quickly replaced by quiet pants as Satoru leaves a trail of kisses down your torso. His large palms find the back of your knees, and he lowers himself while spreading you apart so he can comfortably rest between your legs. The hand on your left leg curls around your ankle and he adjusts your position by bending your knee at a perfect angle. Meanwhile, his other hand lifts up your right leg, exposing the back of your thigh which he litters with tiny kisses and gentle nibbles.

“You don’t know...” he mumbles, “you don’t know how hard it is for me being away from you, it’s...” he interrupts once more, smooching your plush skin, “it’s unbearable...”

His feathery admission gives you no comfort. Worry twists around your belly, caught between the grips of fright and excitement. A part of you refuses to believe that he is truly helpless without you around. However, it’s battling with your ego that’s showering with pride over the fact that this man would bend at your every will.

Satoru presses his nose up against your clothed cunt to inhale your scent. The tension on his face dissipates, but his grip around your ankle tightens as he kisses you over the white cotton fabric.

“M’here, Toru...” you soothe, threading your fingers through the frosty strands framing his facing, and pushing back his hair. “Here just for you”

He releases an exaggerated sigh, “I feel so much better when we are together...” he admits, pressing his index finger up against the outline of your slit and rubbing over the damp patch that he formed with his tongue, “...when we are close like this.”

You don't believe he’s lying. As a matter of fact, Satoru is honest to a fault when expressing his feelings about you.

You think it’s detrimental for a person to be this dependent, but your mind always finds a reason to rationalize his perspective.

Maybe it’s because you love him…or maybe it’s because he’s successfully bulldozed his way into your life that he now occupies every territory, making it impossible for you to turn anywhere catching a glimpse of his shadow.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

You don’t want to dissect these unsettling ideas, afraid of what your mind would reveal to you in the process.

Instead, you allow yourself to relax as your lover pulls aside your underwear to expose your pussy. He lightly rubs his thumb over your ankle, keeping you in place for him before placing a sweet kiss on your clit. You slowly massage his scalp as a gesture of encouragement, and whimper quietly when he flicks the tip of his tongue along the nub.

Your right leg lazily falls over his broad shoulder when he releases his hold, your eyelids growing heavy feeling the stroke of his velvety tongue drag down.

Satoru eats you out for his own pleasure, and the man is starved having not tasted you for months.

He keeps you in this position long enough for you to feel like the room is spinning. You’re lightheaded, delirious, with the way he softly and slowly devours your cunt and slurps your arousal. The sound of tender smacks and his deep humming moans echo around you, and your hips buck against his mouth from how sensual he sounds.

The brewing heat numbs you from the top of the head down to the tips of your toes, it’s burning so low that you’re desperate to prod the embers just to stir the flame. You lick your lip feverishly, tasting the saltiness of sweat and jab your heel into his back, but the pressure feels like nothing to him.

Satoru doesn’t waver or pick up the pace because he’s savoring you down to the very last drop, and he looks so content with your slick dribbling down his chin. He goes deeper, pushing his tongue further inside you as he compresses his nose into your clit. The added pressure makes you choke out a pathetic whine, provoking your exasperation and your thighs start to quiver uncontrollably.

You’re relying on your movements, grinding your hips out of desperation in the hopes to finally snap the rubber band of your pleasure that’s being stretched to its limit.

“mmph...t-toru?...” you mewl as tears prick your lovely eyes. “toru?”

“Hmm?” a deep voice replies, and Satoru slowly wriggles his nose as he continues to lazily fuck you with his tongue.

“Satoru, I-...ah!” you yelp, finally grabbing his attention as you roughly yank his hair.

He groans with annoyance, but slows down his movements. To your dismay, he doesn’t completely pull away and instead returns back to your sensitive clit. He languidly rolls his tongue over it, licking and sucking the overstimulated bud that the tears start to fall.

“I can’t take this...I can’t take this...” you sniffle, easing your hold as you try to push his head away. “need to cum, wanna cum so bad...”

Only then does he look up from the mess between your legs, strings of your slick catch onto his chin and you contemplate how unjust it is that he looks this beautiful, contemplate how unfair it is that you are meant to temper your sinful thoughts around a man who is Adonis incarnate.

His hazy eyes blink away his dream like trance, and you can see his senses returning back to the present. He arches his brow with slight amusement at your flustered expression but maintains an innocent tone when he replying.

“I got a little carried away...” he states before placing an apologetic kiss on your lower tummy. “Not enough for you, huh?”

You pout slightly and shake your head no, attempting to lift yourself up on your forearms despite your shoulders trembling from how frail your body feels tipping so close to the edge.

Satoru envelopes you in the protection of his embrace. He kisses you deeply, and you can taste yourself on his tongue and over his lips. He molds into your frame and your body lights up with sparks feeling how stiff the length of his hard cock feels as he delicately ruts his hips over yours.

You moan with every calculative thrust, spread your legs wide enough to feel his impressive bulge rub against you.

God, it makes you want to ride him senseless.

You’re yearning to have him inside you.

He pulls away from the sloppy, wet kiss then eases the grind of his hips as he pecks your cheek and jawline. He wriggles down, stopping to suckle on the tips of your pointed nipples and your heart stops when you realize that he still has no intention of making you cum yet.

“Toru, please...” you beg when he returns to his previous position, a gasp following your plea as he buries two fingers inside you.

“I’m feeling much better, baby, I love you s’much...” he reassures, a wicked grin tickling the corners of his mouth as he steadily drags his digits back and forth, “I promise I’ll fill you right up…just need to make up for some lost time, kay?”

The blood drains from your face, and you realize that you’re completely at his mercy.

“s’good to me, so perfect ‘n pretty...” he praises into your glistening cunt, but you’re too enraptured by the sensation of his tongue stroking your folds to notice the way his eyes darken as he looks at you.

If you did, then you would remember the danger of nuzzling up with a wolf whose bite would bleed you dry.

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luminoustarlight · 7 months

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Your Eyes Only | Anakin Skywalker

You leave Anakin a special recording on his tablet.

rating: explicit | pairing: tcw!anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc: 719 warnings: SMUT [masturbation, recording of sexual acts, breeding/pregnancy kink, dirty talk], swearing

this came to me last night after watching the latest ahsoka episode. no spoilers though!

There is a special place in galactic purgatory for one Anakin Skywalker. A secret marriage is one thing but this crosses a whole new threshold.

If it weren’t for the thankful prince who insisted on throwing a banquet for Anakin and Ahsoka after rescuing him, Anakin wouldn’t be in this position.

He’d be halfway back to Coruscant.

He wouldn’t be in a private room with his personal tablet in one hand and his stiff cock in the other. Like he said. Galactic purgatory.

He should’ve known better when you handed him his tablet before he left and emphasized, “for your eyes only.”

He thought maybe it’d be a few photos of you. Certainly not a video recording of you on your bed with your legs spread and fingers dancing over your clit.

“Do you have your hand around your cock, Ani? Are you making yourself feel good?”

“Yes,” he subconsciously replies to you, even though he’s watching a recording. You’re massaging one of your breasts while barely slipping two fingers into your hole. Anakin groans at this, the dark desire in his belly only getting stronger. He swipes his palm over his tip and drags his hand down his length, lubricating himself with his pre-cum.

“I miss you, Ani,” you insert two fingers into your pussy, moaning and arching your back into your touch. “You’re so much better at this than me.” Your fingers move in and out, in and out. “Your hands are bigger… fingers are longer…y’just fill me up so much better.”

It drives Anakin insane hearing how wet you are. He hates that he can’t taste you. He hates that he can’t nuzzle his face against you, holding your thighs open with so much force it hurts. His hand pales in comparison to how your cunt feels around him. So snug and warm, he’s convinced it’s the most divine feeling in the galaxy.

“I know you wish you were in this tight little pussy, fucking me hard… or soft, whichever you’d like… but you’ll be back home soon. Then you can have me as much as you want. Cum in me as many times as you want. Filling me up until it sticks.”

Your voice is music to Anakin’s ears. It’s astounding how such filthy words can sound like a sweet melody when coming from your lips. Maker, he wishes he was with you. You can’t tease him with the idea of putting a baby in you when he’s on another kriffing planet. He continues to twist and squeeze his hand around his dick to help alleviate the throbbing. The image of your swollen belly is too much for him to bear. His skin is burning— with lust or shame, he doesn’t know. But what he does know is that you’re about to cum. He sees it in the way your breathing changes, when you shut your eyes and purse your lips. And then you say it.

“Gonna cum, Anakin— oh, fuck! Ani, I’m cumming!” your toes are curling and your body is twitching as you feel an electric current course through you.

Oh, that sends him over the edge. He bucks his hips up, fucking his hand with fervor until he’s spurting hot white seed on his abdomen. “Shit- fuck—“ Anakin drops the tablet and puts his fist in his mouth to suppress the sound of his orgasm. He hasn’t cum quite so hard from his hand in a long time.

You’re coming down from your highs together, despite being planets apart. You crawl to the edge of the bed, your face now in clear view on Anakin’s tablet. You always look so beautiful, however, you’re especially stunning after you’ve orgasmed. Must be a result of the chemical reactions that occur during intercourse.

“I miss you. Come home safely,” is your last remark before the video ends.

“I miss you too, angel,” Anakin answers. Once he cleans himself up he’ll see if he can send you an encrypted message. That thought, however, vanishes as soon as there is a loud knock on his door.

“Anakin! Are you almost ready?” It’s Ahsoka. “The banquet starts in 3 minutes!”

Anakin scrambles off of the bed and hurries to wipe off the cum on his stomach. “Be right there, Snips.”

Yup. He is definitely going to galactic purgatory.

live action clone wars anakin is SENDING ME and the fact that hayden just naturally looks older.... ugh. he's so yummy.

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hoshigray · 1 year

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Back at it with pt. ii of the assassin duo! Toji x reader (finally!!): where the reader avoids Toji after the one-night stand, and it goes well for the most part. But can the same be said for Toji? How long can this quiet game go before someone snaps?

A/n: Am I writing this because I'm spitful of getting a community label on my sugar daddy! Toji x sugar baby! reader fic? Yes. Yes, I am. 🙃 Sighhh. But ya know what, it's all good because you lovelies gave it so much love, so tysm for 3k notes!!! And thank you so much for the 300+ followers!! Y'all are too kind~~~ Since I have no idea how to celebrate, I guess another poll will suffice so pick whichever prompt you'd like to see for next Thursday (as well as a bonus art from me hehe)!!!

Also, for context's sake, this is pt. ii of this drabble that I have written, so please give it a read if you ever feel confused. This fic was long overdue and is WAY longer than I EVER intended for it to be, so I apologize for this hefty piece of work. I do hope you like it tho!!

Also, also: @absoluteindulgence here ya go!! just as I promised ccc:

Cw: dom! Toji x fem! reader - fingering (fem! receiving) - Toji gets a bit possessive/jealous - sex in a public place (workplace) - biting - clitoral play (pinches 2x) - Toji is his coky self but reader doesn't back down - implied overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (angel, angel face, baby, darlin', good girl, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, sweet thing) - third party interruptions (they don't walk in on you two doing the deed tho) - kissing session - edging (fem! receiving) - Toji steals your panties bc he's a cheeky asshat - ayoo Toji and reader catching feelings.

Wc: 5.1k (omfg I'm so sorry y'all lmao)

The last time you ran into Toji was the "I'll treat you for dinner with nothing attached" mishap you got yourself into. How can you not ridicule yourself for getting caught in such a moment? The man you hate with every fiber in your being practically had you folded like a pretzel, chuckling and teasing you in your most vulnerable state as he used your body in his way fit.

The most unpleasant thing about it was you reminiscing about those intimate moments you had with him that night. When his hot groans made you squeeze tighter on his dick. His thick fingers in your mouth play with your tongue as he kisses the nape of your neck from the back. When you hold him for support while he pounds into your wet folds, the naughty sounds make you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

Or worse: as Toji had his way with you, he called you the sweetest names as if he truly meant them, like he wouldn't mind calling you by them for the rest of his days.

Images of that night continue to haunt you, especially within the confines of your own home, in your own bed. How many nights has it been since you've fought the urge to touch yourself and failed? Losing count says quite a lot.

"Hnngh, shit shit shit...Fuck, y/n, you don't know what you're doing to me, baby." His voice is present in your mind as your fingers rub your clit. You shut your eyes close once you enter a digit inside your opening. "Awwh, are you embarrassed, angel? Don't wanna look me in the eye? No? Heh, then what are you grippin' 'round me for..." Another digit enters between your folds, and you grip your bedsheets while the memories still play in your head. "Damn, sweetie, lookin' so beautiful fr' me, ya know that?" Faster and faster your fingers go, your sensitivity inching higher and higher. "My beautiful darlin'."

And then you release. Cum slides down your inner thighs as your legs shake, your dignity and shame staining the dry sheets.

Damn you, Toji Fushiguro. Through gritted teeth and tears swelling up, you swear to not get mixed with that man from here on out.

And you do just that. Anytime you saw him within the same corridor or room, you would ghost him as if his familiar tall, solid build could never catch your eye. You'd go on about your business, onto the next task, onto the next client.

You didn't even take his missions anymore, nor did he for yours. Everything was going back to where it was before this incident of yours. As if you two never acknowledged each other in the first place.

It was for the best, at least that's what you told yourself. You had to get back to who you were previously, whether that meant being the top assassin or not. Whichever came first, as long as you were nowhere near him.

As for Toji, he could tell what game you were playing the moment your eyes no longer gave him the time of day. And Toji wasn't mad at it either; he preferred the "no feelings attached" approach. So he did his part to not get mixed into whatever you were doing, missions and all.

But as much Toji tries not to, he can't stop thinking about you. The way your hips sway when you walk past him, your voice soft yet stern when conversing with your handler, and when you check your small hands to see if you adequately cleaned off the blood from the mission prior.

His mind can only think of your wrists trapped under his single hand while he stuffs his fingers into your mouth with the other. Your legs and ass tremble as you ride him. Doing your best not to be too loud, but oh, Toji wants you loud. He wants you to let him know he's making you mewl and shriek, not giving a damn if the whole world knows as well. "Haaah—Ahhh!! T-Toji, please...I'm gonna cum, if you keep—Ohhh!"

Hearing you, kissing you, holding you, all of it. All of you. If he could have you close to him, he'd be as swift as a blink of an eye.

But again, he preferred this way. Less trouble, more work.

And it was going pretty alright.

Well, until you start going on missions with other hitmen.

Although your diligent work ethic and astute experience led you to the top, you've also gained respect and admiration from your colleagues, especially your junior subordinates.

And now that you seemed to stop associating yourself with Toji, some of the other guys tried to use this to their advantage to get closer to you and request your aid for some of their tasks.

And who are you to say no to helping others who wish to improve? There's no wrong in doing so.

Except there is a wrong. Its name is Toji Fushiguro, and the last straw was when he saw one of the juniors try to take you out to dinner (to which you declined, of course). He needed to stop this before some poor rookie's head decorated some walls.

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Another day goes by, and you go down the hallway from a meeting with your handler, only to see Toji leaning on a wall. You've done this dance several times now. Just keep walking. You walk past him like nothing, easy peasy. Now onto the next task and go see-

"Y/n."

You stop in your tracks when someone calls out to you. No, you know who it was that said your name. It's been a while since you've heard his husky voice. You sigh and continue walking.

Toji's brows furrow. Unless you were seeing things he wasn't, you two were obviously the only people in this hall. Stopping at the sound of his voice is evidence that you're aware of his existence. Yet you move right along.

That's strike one.

He gets up from the wall and follows behind you. Toji stares at your figure, and he knows you can sense him. He huffs, cursing you that you got him following you like some lovestruck schoolboy.

"Y/n." He tries it again.

You didn't stop this time, your face in the direction you were heading.

That's strike two.

Toji sucks his teeth. Now this is getting annoying. He takes five giant steps and places his hand on your shoulder, gripping it so you can stop at that spot. "Yo!!" He doesn't bother hiding his irritation.

"Hey!"

You free your shoulder from his hand in a swift motion, smacking his arm away. It was a small action, but it gave you enough leeway to hop a few extra meters away from him.

However, Toji was way quicker than that.

He grabs and pins you onto the wall of the hallway corner. You wince as the pain is slight, yet nothing too life-threatening. But that can't be said for the look Toji was giving you. Black brows are pulled down, and his forest-green eyes affirm that he's livid.

Strike three it is.

"I fucking dare you to try and get yourself out of this one," His rough hands are now on your shoulders, but they're keeping you in one place this time. "Try it."

A displeased frown paints your face. "Oh? Are you challenging me? I thought you'd have half the brain to know that's not a good idea."

He sneers at your attempt at sounding threatening. It always worked with others, but never with him. He found you adorable for always trying. "Hmph, your sassy mouth loves to spit out venom," Toji leans his face in, his nose almost touching yours. "Thought I fucked that attitude right out of ya."

You bring a knee to his groin, but again, Toji is one step ahead. Grabbing your leg and pulling it up with one hand while he uses the other to hold your wrists above your head.

Your eyes widen. This position, the memories, it's all coming back to you.

Pull yourself together, damn it!

"Tch, what is this about now, you reckless bear?" You glare at the man, trying to stay calm in this predicament.

"I'm fine playing the avoiding game—"

"You don't seem fine about it now." You cut him off.

"I wonder who's to blame for that."

"What the hell did I do? I carried on with my work and left you alone. Everything was going back to how it used to—"

"I don't think you avoiding me and going on other missions with other guys used to happen."

How you fought the urge to roll your eyes amazed you. "What are you, an elementary schooler? Why does it matter to you what I do with my time?"

"Shut up. You know I've been in this field longer than you have, and when you came into the picture, you always chose to be alone."

"Again," your patience wears thin by the second. "Why does it matter to you?"

Silence. He just stares at you as anger dwindles out bit by bit, but he's in his thoughts as his eyes hone in on yours.

"Well?" You press on while he's stumped. "Why?"

No answer, averting his eyes to the side like he'd find the answer there. Then, they come back to your face. Or rather, your lips.

Your breath hitches. "Fushiguro?"

His emerald eyes return to yours, yet his irritation is clouded in a softer tone. Those eyes now express the hooded look from that night. Toji places your leg onto his shoulder and leans closer to you.

"Fushigu—"

"Shhh," His deep voice sounded more demanding when hushed. "Let me have this. Have you."

His lips press onto yours before you deny him. Toji finally frees your hands to cup your face, and his tongue runs through your teeth, waiting for permission to enter. You should be fighting this. You have to fight it. But your mouth opens for him, and your hands grab his shoulders for stability.

You moan sweetly when he slides his tongue into yours, your balance starting to fail you. "I'm still on one leg, you asshole." You manage to say in-between kisses.

Toji laughs a bit before changing your position, pressing your back against the wall with your legs wrapped around him. Once you're comfortable, he's back on attacking your lips. It gets rougher and more passionate, teeth clashing and biting your bottom lip.

He groans when a hand pulls on his hair, his hands grope on your ass lovingly. He breaks up the kiss, you two catching your breath. He gazes at you, "You too, huh?"

Your lips quiver when you turn away from him and nod. He snickers. "Look at you being all shy. You were talking with a lot of sass not too long ago, and now you can barely look at me." He draws his face closer to your neck, giving it sweet kisses and tiny bites that cause you to gasp. And Toji was enjoying your reactions. "Knowing that I'm the one that can make you like this — Mmmph, makes me want to fuck you here and now."

And that's what you want. You won't admit it, but he already knows that. The cooperation with him at this very moment proves it. You want him just as much as he does you.

"Y/n! Where are you?"

The two of you freeze when another voice comes from the other side of the hall. Then you remember a rookie who needed help with a mission today, and you were headed to see him right after your meeting. And now you're pressed between a wall and Toji fucking Fushiguro with your legs wrapped around his waist.

If he sees me like this with Fushiguro, I'm finished!

"T-Toji," your whisper grabs the older man's attention. "You have to put me down. They're waiting for me."

Toji squints at you and then a look of realization. The grin that creeps on his face alerts something in your brain, and you don't know if you like it or not. There's little time for you to come to a proper answer because Toji moves away from the wall and brings you along for the ride. Your arms hold around his neck so you don't fall off as he enters a room and locks the door.

You're now in a tiny conference room with the lights off, only the sunlight peeking through the blinds of the sole window in front of the round table.

"What are you doing, Fushigur—Ack!" Toji throws you onto the table. The pain from your head distracts you from the fact that he's pulling your pants off in immediate haste.

His chuckles sound dangerously low. "So you thought I'd just let you go on some mission when I already have you right where I want you?" Toji spreads your legs for your undergarments to be displayed, whistling at the lewd image of a damp spot on the piece of clothing. "Oh, sweetheart, not with these cute lil' panties of yours."

You were about to get up and grab for his neck, but a finger pushed into your pussy through the cloth. A squeal slips out, and you're quick to cover your mouth.

"Careful, princess," his big hands pull your panties off you, and they meet the cold floor. His middle and forefinger slide up and down between slick-coated cunt has you biting your lip, and Toji likes the determination. "Don't want whoever lookin' for you to walk in on us. This pussy is for my eyes to see only."

"Haaaah...You're such a bastard, Fushiguro—Ooohh!!" Toji pushes his finger into your clothed opening, his free hand coming in the clutch to cover your voice.

Toji leans close to your face with the vibrations of your mewls rippling through his palm while his thick digit plays with your slit. "I mean it, kid. Don't play with me." You nod meekly, and he kisses your forehead for your obedience.

"Hmm, I wonder where y/n went. Hopefully, they didn't forget..." You can hear the voice of your subordinate on the other side of the door as if he's directly in front of it.

Another finger is added into the mix, and tears start to form as you wince through the pain of your nether lips being stretched. You try calling out to Toji, yet it's no use with his big warm hand dwarfing your sobs.

He does remove it, though, using it to maneuver your head so he can lay kisses on your neck. Your choked hiccups sound like sweet notes to his ears. "So good fr' me, sweetie. You smell so fuckin' good. Who're you trying to pull?"

"No-No one...Ahhhh..." You answer in gasps while his digits scrape your inner walls, your mind turning to mush. "I'm not trying anything— Oh fuck..."

"Bullshit." Toji groans and bites your collarbone, and a sharp gasp leaves you. "All this attention, all these rookies gawkin' at you like you're their prize."

"Why? You jealous, Fushiguro?" It wasn't meant to be a snarky comment, yet there was some spice. The glare he gives you sends a chill down your spine. One is sent back to show that you're standing your ground despite the humiliation you're going through.

You're about to say some more; however, you hear the doorknob jolt, and the clench of your velvety walls around Toji's fingers doesn't go past him.

"Huh? Why's the door locked?"

The shock on your face lights a lightbulb for Toji as a big grin takes over him. "Yeah? This space is occupied." He calls out to the person behind the door, the petrified look on your face only fueling his mischievous fire.

"Oh shit, Mr. Fushiguro!?" He snickers at the other's response. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to disrupt you! I was just looking for someone."

A brow is raised when Toji turns his head to the door. "Who?"

You send your knife-piercing eyes his way, but he still doesn't face you. This motherfucker...

"Y/n," the rookie replies sheepishly. "They said they'd help me and a partner of mine with a mission. But I haven't seen them for a while..."

Please don't ask where I am. Just go somewhere else—Oh God!!

Toji's fingers fasten the pace, and you quickly cover your mouth before the person, oblivious to your absence, gets any inclination of where you are. And it gets worse when Toji's thumb flicks your clit prompting a choked cry. Oh, he's such a cruel man.

Toji hums with a sly smile as he peers at your writhing figure. "Oh, really? Didn't know that."

"By any chance, do you know where they went?"

You can't vocally tell him anything, so you rely on your eyes to convey your anxious pleas, orbs begging him through streamed tears and hooded with shame.

But Toji won't let you off that easily because the fun has just started. He whispers, "Say my name, baby." You blink with scrunched brows. "Say my name like you did that night."

This is too fucking much for me! Your mind is going through waves of turbulence. Of all people to be in this situation with, it has to be the fucker getting a kick out of this!!

Before you think up another sentence, a stinging sensation jolts your body upwards to him. Toji sneers playfully as his fingers leave your soaked folds and pinch your clitoris, your reaction too adorable for him to not stop tormenting you. "C'mon, sweetheart, say my name with your cute ass voice."

Your mind is clouded in this euphoric atmosphere that you can feel the climax inching closer and closer. Your lips are now swollen from having to bite them constantly. Another pinch has you screaming in silence, and you're pushed to accept your fate and give him what he wants: your submission.

"Hic-T-Toji, please," eyes hooded in a fuzzy haze, you reach out for his face. He obliges as you caress his cheeks. "Too much, 's too —hic... too much..."

His jade orbs focus on your dazed expression. A smile pushes his scar up for his teeth to peek through. "There she is. That's my good girl." He draws in to kiss you, his body weight pushing you down on the cold table surface. However, a knock from the door behind him halts him from moving any further. Toji clicks his teeth. Fuckin' brat.

And he removes himself from you, especially his fingers that were warm inside your cunt. The sudden subtraction of them have you exclaiming in soft whimpers. The orgasm you were so close to achieving is ignored and slowly depletes. You feel as though you could cry through the sensitive.

Toji whispers a quick apology and licks his digits marinated with your fluid. Then he marches to the door and opens it enough for half of his body to be visible. The rookie jumps at the tall man looking at the other with the most terrifying scowl. "What?" His gruff voice carries authority, and your pussy throbs as you watch him handle the younger hitman.

"S-Sorry, sir! I asked if you've seen—"

"No, I haven't seen them. Why not ask their handler since they just had a meeting together."

"Oh, okay...Well, excuse me!" Your junior quickly bows at the intimidating senior and scampers out of the scene.

A heavy sigh leaves Toji as he closes and locks the door, "Fuckin' finally." The exasperated tone of his tone falters when he turns to you, replaced with the returning lust. "Now, where were we..." His hands undo the knot around his pants and loosen the hold around his hips.

When his dick is set free, you can't help but gawk at such a thing. Seeing it for the second time is just as — if not more — menacing as the first. The girth and size alone has your mind in a whirlwind, questioning how that even fit inside you in the first place.

Nevertheless, it's no use thinking about such matters because Toji aligns his cock around your folds. When he feels you tense at his veiny organ, he rubs your thighs tenderly to coax you. "Relax fr' me, angel." Hesitation is shown as you nod, but you even your breathing and prepare for him.

Toji pushes his length into you with every breath you take, and it's difficult to adjust to the foreign organ intruding into your poor hole. You grimace every time the tip is shoved against you. Tears finally fall down your face which are wiped by Toji's calloused fingers. "I know, honey, I know."

It feels like forever just having the tip of Toji's dick enter you, and when it does, oh, it does. A loud gasp exits your lips from the intrusion, and inaudible babbles fly out as he pushes his length, stretching your vulva as it ventures deep within you.

Toji, on the other hand, shivers as your inner walls clamp around his cock. "Jesus...This pussy is still so fuckin' tight." He hisses through gnashed teeth. Once the base of his member reaches your opening, you two take a moment to recollect yourselves.

"Hmmm, damn, I missed this." He grinds his hips into you, his hands posted on your hips to savor the clenching feeling of your pussy. "Heh, bet that brat of a subordinate wouldn't know how to handle you like I do."

Even with your mind foggy and senses at an all-time high, you give the older man a look of annoyance. You make your cunt squeeze hard on him, the unexpected action catching him by surprise as he lowers himself to you, using all his willpower not to cum so early.

Before he can curse you out for the unforeseen kegel, you cup his face to have him look at you. "For God's sake, can you not mention him while you're fucking me, Toji?" Your voice hushed for him to pay close attention, but your beautiful dazed expression distracts him. "I'm not thinking about anyone besides you."

You don't even give him a chance to his answer because you pull him into a kiss and moan sweetly into his mouth. He groans and slowly rocks his hips into a stable rhythm.

His thrusts gradually get faster and faster, rearranging your legs around his waist so you don't go sliding on the table surface. Your pants get sporadic, and your cries are a little louder than earlier. But not too loud for the whole building to hear, only for him.

The slap of his balls hitting your ass is so vulgar to the ears that you hide your face. "Cut that out, sweetheart," Toji wastes no time removing your hands and holds them down with his. A feeling of deja vu blossoms in the air. "Don't try hidin' away from me, baby. I want to see all of you."

A sudden burst of confidence fuels your sentence. "Then fuck me like you deserve all of me."

A fire is ignited in Toji, and a sudden deep thrust is thrown at you out of nowhere. Your sobs only propel him to continue piston his length into the deepest parts of your gummy walls.

The conference room is filled with nothing but the sound of your sexes smacking together, skin slapping against each other, and groans and moans in heavy puffs and pants.

"Haahh! Haaaaah!! Tojiii, Tojiiii," you whimper as his pumps go erratically fast, shivering beneath him as your legs cage him.

"Oh fuckin' shit," Toji curses with eyes shut, removing one hand from yours and snaking it down to your clit, using his fingers to press down on the sensitive bud.

Your orgasm climbs back up, and you want to claim it this time. "Toji, 'm gonna, gonna c—Ohhh!!"

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me, sweet thing? Gonna cum on my dick like the good girl you are?" You nod lazily. Toji doesn't buy it. "Use your words, baby. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, Toji, yes!! Please, I want it!!"

And he gives it to you as the pads of his fingers swipe on your bud rapidly. Your release comes crashing down on you when your cunt spasms around the girthy length. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your body jolts with every wave of pleasure.

Toji isn't far from his peak, so he doesn't stop pounding into you for a few seconds. The hilt of his cock slams into your slick-covered opening, and you cry from the impact on your aching chasm. He fills you up with his own come and rests his body on you. His heaving figure feels pleasant on top of you.

The two of you begin to calm down as you finish each other's climax. Toji breathes on the crook of your neck and leaves a trail of kisses. "Fuck, pussy felt way too fuckin' good —kiss— Don't think I'd like the idea of sharin' you with the rest."

You shake your head and chuckle at him, placing your hands behind his neck and playing with his hair. "Whatever you say, you possessive loser."

Toji lifts his head and kisses your forehead before your lips, the two of you indulging in this tender moment as if nothing outside this space matters to you.

That is, until another knock on the door alerts you both, and Toji has to resist the urge to break the table you're lying on. Withdrawing from your embrace, he shouts at the person ruining his time with you. "Look here, brat! I told you this space is occupied!"

"I'm aware. That's why I came to get you." The different voice has Toji realize it wasn't the junior from before but his handler. Shiu Kong? "I was told by some rookie that you were in this room."

Toji groans as he puts his pants back on. For your sake, you keep your mouth shut and let the two men converse through the door between them. "What's up?"

"I just got you into a big operation. The client wants to meet with you to discuss plans and all that fun jazz. So meet with me outside the building whenever you're ready." And with that, Shiu's footsteps falter away from the room.

You finally get up from the table and grab your panties. Or, at least, look in the direction of where your panties should be. Looking to the left? Nope. To the right? Nada. Where did they go?

You hear the click of the door opening, and you run behind an office chair to hide your bare lower body. The culprit was Toji leaving to meet his handler, but what caught your eye was the familiar piece of clothing swirling around his finger. His childish smirk was plastered on his face. "Mind I borrow these for the rest of the day?"

Your face goes hot with unease. "Quit it, Fushiguro! I can feel your cum going down my legs, so hand it over!"

But he doesn't, stuffing the undergarments in his pocket, to your immediate horror. "Nah, I think I'll need 'em, ya know. A lil' motivation for me while I'm gone."

His dumb laugh fills his ego, but it stops when he sees you pick the chair up and throw it at him. He barely escapes as the furniture loudly bangs on the closed door, running away from the scene to meet up with Shiu.

"FUSHIGURO, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!"

It's the first time you lose your cool with Toji, and all you can think about in this room of shame and humiliation is why did you get yourself tangled up with the older man again!?

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"I'm sorry for the sudden disappearance. Something came up on my end, and I had to take care of it immediately."

You found that subordinate later that day and apologized for your abrupt disappearance. They were accepted by the other, who nervously chuckled at your politeness.

"Oh, it's fine, y/n," he scratches his neck and looks to the ground. "I was just worried something happened with you, but I'm sure that wasn't the case since you're so good at what you do!"

You offer a small smile for his compliments, maintaining a calm composure so he doesn't see through the tiny nervous part of yourself. Oh, you don't even know the half of it, junior.

Your smile makes the younger hitman blush, but something catches his eye from behind you. "Huh? Oh, Mr. Fushiguro is back from his mission!"

You perk up at what your peer said, looking in the same direction he was. Shiu Kong was walking up with Toji tailing behind him. You greet Shiu with a brief bow, and he mirrors the action in return.

Once your eyes land on Toji, he's already grinning like a child with a hand rustling in a pocket, and you know what's inside it. "Hey, y/n." His patronizing tone doesn't go overlooked, causing your cheeks to heat up.

Your gaze averts from his cocky demeanor, yet you greet him. "Welcome back, Toji."

The look on the younger hitman across from you displays nothing but perplexity. Even Shiu Kong's brows shoot up with what you said. The junior is the first to say something. "Y/n, y-you just called Mr. Fushiguro by his first name!"

"Yeah, that's a first." Shiu agrees as the cigarette between his lips bounces at every word. "You only refer to him by his last name."

You blink once. You blink twice. And then it finally hits you. Oh shit.

The heat in your cheeks spreads across your face, and your lips lightly tremble as you try to explain yourself. But Toji beats you to the punch as he snakes an arm on your shoulder and brings you close to his chest, resulting in a squeak that your lips fail to suppress. He sneers at the younger man staring at the interaction.

"That's right, y/n and I have gotten pretty close, as you can tell." The grin on his face has a harmless glow, but those sharp emerald eyes of his are shadowed with a dangerous connotation. "After all, she is my special girl." Your subordinate gulps.

Toji snickers, satisfied with the younger hitman taking the hint. He then turns to you, and you do the same. "And as for you, darlin'," He leans in to whisper something in your ear. Something only for you to make your eyes wide and your breath still.

"Next time I see you with this brat, don't think I won't fuck the shit out of you with him watchin'. Show him just how special and good you are fr' me."

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Crowley/Fem Reader/Aziraphale

Warnings; Bottom! Crowley, Top! Aziraphale, my version of Soft Dom! Reader, Anal Sex, Rimming, Vaginal Sex, Female Anatomy/Pronouns, Reader does wear a strap on!

Note; I wrote this entire thing as a request and I FUCKING FORGOT TO MAKE THE READER A DEMON, IM SORRY REQUESTOR 😭 I hope you and everyone else still enjoy 🥲

AO3 Link; Escapades🪽

Word Count; 6.2k

It always starts the same way. Crowley stumbles upon a new sexual escapade he wants the three of you to experience in the bedroom. Then the sneaky bastard riles up you and Aziraphale, way too easily if you’re being honest, and then three of you end up tumbling into the bedroom. You’re learning, way too late into the evening, that Crowley had been made aware of what pegging is. The red headed demon absolutely got more than a little drunk with Nina and Maggie last night, and consequently ended up with more details of their sex life than he wanted.

The only part he couldn’t shake off, was when they mentioned the pegging, and how mind blowing the experience can be. They talked about how ridiculously hot it can be, not to mention how good it feels, having your female partner, who doesn’t naturally have a dick, fuck you with more or less a cock of their own.

As soon as the the images flashed behind his eyes, he felt his cheeks burn. He took a sip of his scotch and he felt warmth spread through his belly pleasurably. He knows it’s not from the alcohol and for fucks sake, he just couldn’t resist being interested, the idea stuck to his brain like glue. It stayed with him the entire night. He, with extreme difficulty, was able to keep himself from getting rock hard that night. The thought of your smaller frame underneath him threatening to send blood rushing south.

That would’ve been too embarrassing if he spontaneously had to leave his impromptu drinking session with the girls because he couldn’t get his boner to go away. Truthfully, he had thought about being fucked by you often. Thinking about getting railed by you made his dick throb involuntarily. He knows the Angel wants it as well. He and Aziraphale had spoken about it, in great detail, before. He’d even had the Angel wrap a hand around his cock, whisper sweet nothings into his ear about you fucking him until he’d cum so hard his sticky release had hit him in the face.

Surprisingly enough, the two of them had never heard of or come across pegging before, leading them to believe it was never going to be an option. The fact that it was, is the reason Crowley showed up eagerly late the next day at the bookshop with a fucking strap on in his hands. You attempt to burn holes in his skull as your gaze flickers between the item in his hand and his smug looking face. Your eye twitches.

“Pegging?” you ask in disbelief, eyebrow raised as you cross your arms and push out one of your hips. Warmth pools in your belly at the mention of it, it’s not like you haven’t thought about it before. They had never brought it up so you just assumed they weren’t interested in that. You can see you were clearly wrong.

The three of you are in the bookshop, Aziraphale at his desk, reading glasses on the bridge of his nose as he looks over one of his books about “the art of prestidigitation”, as he likes to call it. Once he saw what the demon was holding he immediately turned back to his desk and started to try extremely hard to pointedly not listen to the conversation that you and Crowley began having. He ignored the way his cheeks burned, and the butterflies that filled his belly when Crowley started talking.

“Yes love, ever heard of it?” Crowley replies in a teasing tone of voice, smirking as he takes his black glasses off, setting them down on a nearby surface. He turns to face you again, stretching out his arm to wiggle the strap on at you, fake dick and all bobbing about in the wind. You roll your eyes at him, before narrowing your gaze. Sometimes you can’t believe the blunt audacity Crowley has, but when he gets these ideas it usually works out in the end so you haven’t turned him down yet. Laughing incredulously, you tilt your head and you reply with just as much attitude.

“Yes, I’ve heard of it, I’m just surprised you haven’t, I didn’t realize you had that little experience Crowley.” Uncrossing your arms you place them on your hips. You smile with fake innocence and make eye contact with him. You see his smirk grow even wider as he tilts his head back in amused laughter. Eyes coming to rest on your face, Crowley steps closer to you, getting into your space and looking down at you.

You can feel some of the heat radiating from him and you resist the urge to blush. You stare up at him, not backing down. The demon wraps his warm, slim fingers around your hip, slipping his thumb under your shirt, softly rubbing the skin over the bone there. You bite your lip to hold back a soft moan and the air between the two of you starts to thicken like warm honey. Crowley trails a finger softly down your neck. A shiver runs down your spine as he leans closer, lips softly brushing your cheek before he whispers in your ear. The bastard knows what he’s doing and you fall for it every time.

“Well then, I suppose I’m gonna need you to show me what it means to get fucked hmm? My pretty goddess,” he coos, voice smooth and low as he kisses your earlobe, then he moves to press a kiss into the sensitive skin of your neck. The feeling of his breath tickling your skin as he mouths at your throat makes your body flush, warm arousal instantly shooting to your belly. You almost forgot the Angel was here when you and Crowley hear the sound of a page ripping and Aziraphale cursing softly in the background.

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As you expected, Crowley is the most eager to get pegged first. The idea has been rolling around in his brain the most lately and he’s aching for it. Furthermore he’s a little shit who always gets what he wants. So Aziraphale, living up to his title as Angel once again, caves easily to the demons request. He really can’t say no to his pretty face. Crowley promises him he’ll reward him in return, whispering sweetly to him and kissing his cheeks as the two climb onto the bed.

You had decided to leave that decision up to the two of them, knowing nobody is going to get left out either way. Aziraphale really doesn’t mind, he knows no matter what he’s going to feel good. Whether it’s watching you and Crowley put on a show for him or he’s actively participating, he’s just so happy to be a part of it.

After you’ve flipped off the overhead light, you turn on a lamp in corner of the room. It glows a comforting soft yellow and makes the space feel much more intimate. Despite the soothing light, you unfortunately spent about 10 irritating minutes cursing and figuring out how to get the damn strap on hooked to your hips and under your thighs correctly. You walk over to stand at the end of the bed, near the edge as you finish securing it in place.

Aziraphale and Crowley are on the bed, completely bare as they kiss eagerly in front of you. You hum softly in approval as you listen to the slick sound of their lips meeting over and over. They are both raised up on their knees, facing each other, giving you a pretty picture of their side profiles as they make out. Aziraphale is holding Crowleys waist and in turn Crowley wraps his arms around the Angels neck. He plays with the soft white curls at the nape of Aziraphales neck and the Angel tugs Crowley closer into his chest by his hips.

You feel your pussy getting slick and it throbs beneath the strap on. Your teeth dig into the sensitive skin of your bottom lip. Gods, they just look so fucking hot together. They are your wet dream and you let your eyes trail up and down their bodies, noticing both of their flushed, hard cocks rubbing together with every tiny movement they make. The tips of their cocks shiny with precum as they continue to lightly thrust against each other. You have the urge to reach out and wrap one hand around both of them, feeling the warm, silky skin and jerking them off together. You file that thought away and save it for later.

You hear a soft groan, which you recognize comes from the demon and your eyes snap upwards to see he’s already looking at you. His yellow eyes watching you intensely. You realize he was trying to get your attention and you raise an eyebrow at him. He keeps eye contact with you and he smiles into the kiss with Aziraphale. Crowley makes sure you can see his forked tongue as he slips it into the Angels mouth, making Aziraphale gasp softly and open up easily for him.

Your pussy clenches around air and your fingers dig into your palm as you see their tongues roll together. Crowley turns his attention back to his heated kiss with the Angel, closing his eyes again. You notice Aziraphales cheeks are a pretty pink as they start to really get into it, Aziraphale digging his nails into the demons skin. They lean into each other and you see Crowleys hand start to trail down Aziraphales chest. He drags his nails over the Angels stomach, making a move to reach for the Angels cock.

“No,” you order him, quite casually, and his hand stops in its place. Crowley whines into Aziraphales mouth and breaks away from the kiss. The Angel pants and leans forward as if he’s chasing the demons lips. Turning his head to look at you, bottom lip sticking out, Crowley keeps his other hand perched on the Angels shoulder as his chest heaves. They both have a pretty flush and Aziraphale decides to rest his forehead against Crowleys shoulder.

“You’re no fun darling,” Crowley pouts, trying to give you wide, puppy eyes.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do?” you say sarcastically, fake gasping and bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. Crowley narrows his eyes playfully and sticks his tongue out at you. He pushes back from the Angels grip and Aziraphale sits back on his calves, hands continuing to rest gently on Crowleys lean waist. You get a sense that the demon is actively trying to push you as Crowleys cock twitches when he makes a show of running his hand down his chest, inching closer to his own dick. You know he’s definitely testing your patience on purpose, but you keep your face neutral when you speak. He knows you’re the one in charge here and you won’t give him the satisfaction of letting him see the flash of agitation that courses through you.

“Crowley,” you say warningly, voice low as you keep your eyes on his face. He freezes the movement of his hand and reluctantly rests both hands on Aziraphales shoulders. Crowleys behavior isn’t unusual though, as he usually tries to see how much he can tip toe the line before you punish him and it’s clear he just wants to act like a brat tonight. You sniff once and decide to ignore him, knowing it’ll piss him off. You look at Aziraphale, who gives you a sweet smile, letting his palms rest on the tops of his thighs now. You return the smile, feeling your love for the Angel blossom warmly in your chest. He’s such a good boy for you.

“Angel, you’ve been so good, you can relax for a moment, why don’t you come here and sit next to me,” you purr, praising him. He blushes and you see his pretty pink cock kick at your sweet praise. He eagerly nods his head and starts to move away from Crowley, who makes a noise of protest in response.

“Yes my love,” he replies obediently, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, close to you, with his feet on the floor. He leans his weight back on his hands as he angles his body slightly toward you. His cock leans against his lower belly, drooling slightly and he obeys the unspoken rule of not touching himself.

You reach over to run your fingers through the Angels soft hair once affectionately. You get a soft hum in return. Focusing back on Crowley you move your fingers in a come hither motion, waiting for Crowley to obey you. Surprisingly he does so without protest, crawling forward on his knees and then sitting on his haunches in front of you. You glance at Aziraphale, making sure he’s watching. You know it turns the Angel on, he loves to witness you be more dominant, especially when it’s directed at the demon. Your eyes meet his pretty blue ones and you wink at him, smiling cheekily. The Angel feels a thrill tingle down his spine.

You turn your gaze back to Crowley, who seems to be annoyed he didn’t have your undivided attention. You giggle at his expression, which makes his cheeks turn red. His pretty lips tug into a scowl. You smile, not kindly, and bring your hand up, wrapping your fingers around his jaw tightly, forcing his head straight to look into your eyes. Your fingers press into his warm skin and his snake like eyes widen a bit, tracking back and forth. You make a tsk sound and shake your head softly in disappointment. He watches you, his eyes half lidded. You bend closer, getting into his face and you whisper menacingly, eyes sharp.

“If you try to break my rules again Crowley, I’m gonna have our Angel finger you open and then I’m gonna fuck him instead and make you watch from the side. I’ll tie your hands behind your back if I have too,” you growl, squeezing his jaw tightly as you lean back. Crowley stares at you, unblinking, unable to let his mouth fall open due to your tight grip. Your words sent heat blazing down his spine and straight to his cock. You hear Aziraphales soft groan from your left and you look over at him, admiring the way his hands clench the sheets beneath his fingers, knuckles white. His chest is pink now as well and you can see his dick jump occasionally as he watches you and Crowley. You smirk and look back at Crowley when he whines in his throat.

“Do you hear me?” you ask firmly, raising an eyebrow. Crowley nods the best he can. “Say it,” you demand, dropping your grip on his jaw.

“Y-yes I understand my love,” he chokes out, chewing on his bottom lip. You nod once in approval. Moving away from them both, you slip around to the side of the bed, getting up and crawling to lay down near the headboard. The two of them have turned to watch you, eyes lustful as they watch you lay your head on one of the pillows. You bend your legs and plant your feet, digging your toes into the soft sheets below. Raising up on your elbows, you give the others a pointed look, seeing as they both have remained silent.

“Well? Come here my pretty little demon, sit in my lap,” you purr, fingers coming up to motion him forward. Crowley wastes no time and crawls up the bed toward you, looking excited at what’s to come. He gets between your legs and slips through, a leg on each side of your hips as he sits down. The movement causes his hard, overly heated cock to make contact with the cool material of the strap on and he jolts a little, rubbing his cock further against yours and he cries out. Your hands shoot out to grip his waist, keeping him still and he shifts his weight, getting used to the feeling. Once you’ve got him steady you decide it’s time to get your Angel involved.

“Angel,” you call out, “do you mind coming up here and stretching open our bratty demon please? I’ll give you a treat afterwards,” Smirking, you run your thumbs over Crowleys hip bones and he moans lowly. You hear Aziraphale giggle happily.

“Of course dear, you know I love getting him ready,” he teases. You hear the sheets rustle as he comes up behind Crowley, hearing the sharp cracking sound of skin on skin as the demon yelps and you giggle. Crowley scowls at you as Aziraphale bends him over, forcing the demon to place a hand on either side of your head to balance his weight and expose his pretty arse. You frame his face with your hands, thumbs running over his cheeks.

“What’s wrong you naughty little demon? I thought you liked getting spanked,” you tease, grinning cheekily. His frown deepens and he pokes your cheek.

“Don’t be mean doll,” he says, letting his head hang between his shoulders as he lets out a low groan. You can’t see what’s going on but you know Azirphale must’ve started fingering him. You remember the feel of having your fingers sucked into Crowleys tight, slick heat and your pussy aches to be filled. You try to ignore the sensation and your lips pull into an amused smile as you hear the little choked moans Crowley lets out as his arse is stretched open by the Angels thick fingers. You’re no stranger to the feeling and you know Crowleys on cloud 9.

“How many fingers has he taken Angel?” you ask curiously after a moment, letting go of the demons face and running your fingers through Crowleys soft red hair as he lets his weight relax onto your chest, forehead on the mattress right next to your head, arse propped up into the air. The slick tip of Crowleys cock leaves a sticky kiss on your lower belly when he shifts his weight. You shiver lightly as you feel what must be Aziraphales free hand, smoothly tickling his fingers up your inner thigh, wanting to touch you too. You moan gently at his touch.

“He’s already taken two, seems as if our dearest was eager for this,” he teases, with a sweet laugh as he presses his fingers inside of Crowley again, making the demon jolt forward. His arms instantly snake under your head and around your neck as he buries his face into your neck.

“Ah!” he cries out, thrusting his hips forward, accidentally rubbing the tip of his flushed cock against yours again, which makes him curse loudly. You grit your teeth because by this point, listening to them both, feeling Crowley writhe around as he’s finger fucked, you’re so unbelievably turned on, so wet you can feel it trail from your pussy down to your arse. The ache for one of them to fill you is so strong. Your cheeks burn, but you have enough self control and a plan to get through this. You know one of them is going to be fucking you at the end. So, trying to shove your own arousal down your throat, you continue to shower Crowley with filthy, sweet nothings as he gets stretched open.

“Oh my you cheeky little pup, is the Angel making your sweet arse feel so good? Hmm pretty baby?” you coo to Crowley, wrapping your arms around his upper back to keep him in place with his arse in the air. Crowley always loves any sort of dirty talk that flows from your mouth.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes so good, shit, please love, want you inside of me, I want to ride you,” he pants, moaning against your neck, his breath heating your skin. He writhes in your hold and tightens his arms around your neck, letting out a whimper. You hum in acknowledgment, deciding to check in with Aziraphale, if nothing else but to annoy the demon further.

“Is he ready Angel?” you ask casually, running your hand up and down Crowleys upper back. You see Aziraphales adoring smile as you look over Crowleys shoulder and the Angel nods quickly.

“Yes dear, our old boy is definitely ready, he’s being such a good boy and taking all of what I give him,” Aziraphale praises, running his free hand soothingly over Crowleys lower back. The demon just moans in response, teeth digging in slightly at the base of your neck. You feel another heady pulse of arousal in your pussy at the sharp sting of his teeth and you bite your lower lip hard enough you think it might split. Letting out a breath of air steadily through your nose you reply, letting him know just what you had in mind for him.

“Good job Angel, I told you I wouldn’t leave you out yeah? I want you to sit on my face and let me eat your sweet arse while Crowley rides me okay?” you say, voice gentle but with no room for argument. You know Aziraphale gets shy admitting it but he loves sitting on your face and letting you lick at his hole until he cums hard, hips moving wildly. You fucking love it and you usually save it for times like this. Getting crushed under the Angels soft, thick thighs, you’d die happily. You hear the choked out moan that leaves lips as he slips his fingers free from Crowley and crawls out from behind the demon, who did let out a groan at the feeling of loss.

“Yes love, whatever you say,” he says easily, trying to keep his voice casual as he maneuvers himself until he’s sitting next your head on his haunches. You laugh, amused.

“Shit, that’s gonna make me cum so fast if I’m watching you eat his arse and riding you,” Crowley whimpers, complaining into your skin. You grin wickedly and unwind your arms from his shoulders. You push at his chest, getting him unstick himself from you and sit up in your lap.

“Well that’s good because I’m not letting you touch your cock this time, you wanted this so bad? Well you’re gonna work for it,” you tell him, running your hands over his slender thighs. His lips turn downward into a pout but he doesn’t argue, not so secretly loving being bossed around by you. You hear Aziraphale chuckle gently from beside you.

“Okay my little love, can we please get on with it?” Crowley says, wiggling his hips impatiently. He’s still hard and his cock bobs with his movements. Your pink tongue darts out to run it over you lips and you pat the sides of his hips, urging him to raise up. He raises to his knees but you think this would probably start out better if he got onto his feet.

“Crowley, love, I want you to get into a squatting position to ride me, it’ll be better that way,” you say, watching his eyebrows raise.

“Are you bloody serious? That’s gonna be so much harder!” he whines. You just stare at him, letting him know it’s an order not a suggestion. He purses his lips and dramatically moves into position. Planting his feet and leaning forward to brace his hands gently on your chest, squeezing your breasts.

“Don’t be such a brat, you know I’ll help you if you need it sweet thing,” you coo, smirking up at him. You bring your hand down to grip the base of your cock, wrapping your fingers around it and bracing it upwards, running the tip of it over Crowleys still very slick hole and you watch his eyes flutter as he moans and starts to sink downwards.

“Fine, fine, just don’t tease,” he pants, tilting his head down to watch you start to stretch his arse and disappear inside of him. You bring your free hand to his hip and tilt them towards you by an inch and just like that the head pops in, past his rim. He lets out a choked out sound, hands gripping your breasts tightly. You bite the tip of your tongue and let go of your cock while he seats himself fully, letting your cock stretch his sensitive rim completely. You let your hands rest on the sheets as you study him.

You’re letting Crowley adjust to your cock filling his arse for a second when you hear a soft whine come from your right side. You turn your head to see Aziraphale still sitting on his calves, clenching his hands into fists where they rest on his thighs, face bright red. You see his cock twitch a couple times, coming back to slap softly against his belly. You can tell how worked up he is by now. You know it won’t take too much to push him over the edge. He must be on the edge of bursting from not touching himself all this time. He’s such a good Angel for listening and you definitely didn’t forget about him.

“Oh don’t worry my sweet, I didn’t forget about you, I’m gonna let you sit on my face soon okay? I’m just letting our princess here get adjusted, you’re being such a good Angel for me,” you say soothingly, reaching a hand out rub his thigh.

“I know my love, it’s just so enchanting watching the way Crowley rides you,” he says, brushing hair off your forehead. You smile smugly.

“Well enjoy the show then Angel,” you tease and turn back to face Crowley, who seems to have his bearings about him again. You slip your hands under his arse, gripping his flesh, and press upwards, biceps flexing as he raises up. He uses his thighs and feet to balance as he starts to ride you with your help. He lets go of your breasts and braces his hands on his knees, using them as leverage as he starts to bounce. As you help him get into a rhythm you feel your own arousal hit you like a freight train again. You watch where your cock slides into Crowley, filling him over and over while his mouth hangs open. His eyes are shut and he looks so fucking sexy bouncing on your cock.

“Fuck Crowley,” you breathe, “you look absolutely unbelievable. Does it feel good sweet thing?” you purr, voice soft as your arms start to ache a bit from helping him move. He opens his eyes to look at you, letting out a whine. He feels his legs start to burn a little bit, but the angle is fucking amazing and he’s able to hit that spot that makes his entire body shake, pleasure shooting through his limbs like electricity every time. It easily makes him feel like he’s gonna cum in no time at all.

“Shit! Ah, fuck, yes it feels so so good darling,” he babbles as he jolts harshly. You think he must’ve been hitting his sweet spot. Thinking you can probably let him keep up the pace on his own now, you take your hands out from under him. Looking over to Aziraphale he seems to be entranced watching the demon ride you.

“Aziraphale, sit on my face lovely,” you say softly, snapping him out of it. He looks down at you and nods eagerly. “Kiss me first though Angel,” you request, smiling coyly.

“Yes, okay, I’m so ready dear,” he says, voice bright as he bends down, pressing his soft lips to yours firmly. You moan into his mouth as he rolls his lips firmly against yours a few times. You bite his bottom lip sharply and turn your head, breaking the kiss. You wink at him in approval and he takes that as his cue to raise to his knees, shuffling closer and throwing a leg over your head. He’s facing Crowley as he hovers over your mouth, making heated eye contact with the demon, noticing Crowley was watching the two of you kiss as he kept a steady rhythm bouncing on your cock.

You see the Angels thick arse above you and your tongue runs over your bottom lip. For now you resist the urge to bite roughly into his fleshy arse. Wanting to move on you shift your weight and raise your head up to press a soft kiss on Aziraphales arse cheek. You hear the Angel moan lowly. Before you pull the Angel down to devour him, you speak to Crowley once more.

“Crowley my love, you can ride me however you like, but don’t touch yourself, you’re cumming untouched, is that clear?” you say, voice steady and strong. You hear him whine, but he must agree because you feel him sit down fully. He maneuvers his legs until he’s on his knees again. Crowely starts to roll his hips back and forth in your lap, groaning when your cock presses firmly against his sweet spot. You think that’s good enough, not having the patience to make the demon speak. You snake one arm under the Angel and wrap it around Aziraphales thigh. You use the other hand to spank his arse sharply, digging your nails in there and spreading him open. It allows you to see his pretty pink hole. You hear a soft gasp from the Angel as you blow cool air over his heated flesh, feeling goosebumps erupt under the fingers on his thigh.

“Oh- doll, please,” Aziraphale whines. You take mercy on him and pull on his thigh, forcing him to sit and make contact with your mouth. He cries out loudly when he feels your wet, warm tongue swipe over his hole, he digs his fingers into his thighs. You let go of his arse cheek and wrap both arms around his thighs, holding him close as you start to run your tongue up and down over his warm hole, massaging the swirl of skin with your tongue, getting him wet. You feel his thighs tense next to your head.

You start a steady pace with your mouth, licking firmly and dipping the tip of your tongue shallowly in his hole a few times. When you take a moment to suck on the soft skin with your lips it sounds like someone ripped the sounds from the Angels chest. Aziraphales letting out sharp ah sounds with every movement of your tongue, panting hard. You feel Crowley start to bounce again, he must’ve been watching before but he’s moving quickly now. The way his thighs smack against your pelvis has your insides twisting with want. You hear the little whines spilling from his mouth. Aziraphale starts to wail when you press your tongue deeper into his hole, wiggling the warm muscle in as much as you can. You moan against him and he feels the vibrations in his cock.

“Oh! Hah, love-ah! Your mouth, it feels so amazing, I may not last much longer,” Aziraphale whines, rocking his hips. You feel a bit surprised he’s already this close to cumming but you do think about how he hasn’t been able to touch himself this entire time. Fingering Crowley open and then watching him ride you. He must’ve been really close to the edge already. You pull him tighter and really get to work, jaw aching from the effort.

“Already Angel?” Crowley pants, teasing him slightly. Crowley leans forward to brace his hands on the bed by your chest. Aziraphale laughs breathlessly as he rolls his hips back and forth over your mouth, holding onto his thighs for balance.

“You’re one to talk dear, you already look like you’re going to combust,” he cuts off with a groan. Aziraphale can feel the tightening sensation in his belly, cock drooling and jumping as your pretty mouth licks firm stripes against his hole again and again. Crowley isn’t any better, his thighs ache but he won’t have to do much more to make himself cum. Riding you, watching you eat the Angels arse, it’s all too much. Crowley burns, skin sticky with sweat and his limbs tingle pleasurably as the demon climbs the sweet peak of his orgasm.

You take the chance to move a hand from the Angels thigh to wrap around the middle of his shaft. You start to pump your hand quickly, sucking harshly on the soft skin of his hole. The Angels eyes widen, breath catching his chest as his heart hammers, so close to cumming. The next soft lick of your tongue makes Aziraphale still, he throws his head back, his voice loud enough to reach the heavens as he wails, thighs clenching around your head. He’s cumming hard, limbs filling with molten lava as his cock throbs in your hand and he covers it with his sticky release.

“Angel! Oh for fucks sake, that’s not fucking fair,” Crowley gasps, unable to hold back his orgasm any longer. The demons eyes trained on the way Aziraphales face twists in pleasure, his cheeks flushed and his cum all over your hand. He fucks himself back on your cock, two, three more times before he’s sitting down fully, eyes squeezing shut as he rolls his hips. His dick kicks, cum spurting out all over your belly.

“That’s it Crowley, good job dear boy,” Aziraphale purrs, letting you slowly pump his shaft as he gets over sensitive. Feeling your tongue flick slowly over his hole, he groans in his throat. You let go of his cock, patting his thigh twice and the Angel slips off your face to lay on the bed beside you, trying to recover. The Angel must’ve miracled the mess away because you no longer find yourself covered in their releases.

You wipe your saliva covered mouth with the back of your hand, tilting your head up to look at Crowley, who’s still sitting fully in your lap. Hands still braced on either side of you. He’s breathing heavily, chest flushed. You hum happily, seeing both of your boys have been satisfied.

“Look at you Crowley, you were so good, making yourself cum on my cock,” you praise him. He laughs softly, but winces as he raises himself off of your cock, flopping down on your right side. You start to feel where the material of the straps has been digging into your skin and you undo them, pulling them out from under you and taking the strap on off. You sigh in relief and lean up to toss it off to the side, before laying flat.

“Feeling okay my loves?” you ask lovingly, resting a hand on each of their chests. Twin sounds of agreement reach you ears. You’re feeling very content with the evening. Of course, you had hoped one of them would have enough energy to slip inside of you afterwards and make you cum so hard you saw stars, but you knew it didn’t always happen when you wore them out. Really you don’t mind having to take care of yourself sometimes. You let them rest, listening to the sounds of their breathing and take your hand off of the Angels chest to trail it down your belly aiming to touch your clit.

It shocks you when a hand grips your wrist stopping you, it was Aziraphales. You turn to look at him, eyes slightly wide. He raises an eyebrow and smiles shyly.

“I don’t think so my love, let me return the favor,” he says sweetly, letting go of your wrist and sitting up to move around and get in between your thighs. You hear Crowley chuckle from your other side and you look at him as you feel Aziraphale scoot even closer, rubbing his once again hard cock through your slick folds. You shiver and let out a groan.

“We wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied love, especially not after taking care of us so well,” he purrs, smirking and propping himself up on an elbow to watch. You feel Aziraphale guide his cock into your aching pussy, stretching you deliciously as he bottoms out in one thrust. It sends warm waves of pleasure through all your limbs. This feeling is what you’ve been waiting for all night and your back arches into the movement. You wail, letting your eyes flutter shut. The pleasure is unbelievable after waiting for so long, tingles dancing up your spine and warmth pooling quickly in your belly.

You pull the Angel down swiftly and dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he fucks into you fast and rough. He snakes his arms under your back and you let him pound you into the mattress. He makes you cum so hard your vision gets blurry. In the end he makes you cum at least three times. The other two finishing at least once more. Crowley jerking himself off from the side as he watches the Angel fuck you. The three of you end up in a pile under the covers on your shared bed, sleeping soundly. The next morning you wake up thinking that sly demon does have some truly great ideas.

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Exterior

You lick your lips and let out a soft breath.

“Goddamn, what a looker,” you mouth silently.

A thick crown of chestnut hair frames a strong face with angelic features. Brown eyes glint with a hint of olive in the sunlight.

You’ve seen him before, you think- at the airport after break. Probably an athlete for the university.

Sure, he was hot at the airport, but everybody always is. Seeing him out here though, out in the real world? Really fucking hot.

You struggle to remain inconspicuous as your eyes greedily stay on subject. As if sensing your stare, his brow furrows as he looks in your general direction. You dodge glances last minute, cursing your lack of self control.

Anyone looking at you could probably see the longing in your glance, the hunger, the desperation to stay fixated at his visage. Anyone looking would see lust clouding your mind, the hint of a dangerous smiling painting your face, hiding the untold horrors in planning. But, you were never one to be seen, to be perceived. Always a background character in someone else’s story. He would be correcting that.

When the coast was clear, your eyes rush back to feast on his image. He sits with some friends, adam’s apple gently bobbing up and down as he chatted, hair waving in the breeze like hands beckoning you inside. Everyone in the group seems relatively loose and relaxed, aside from him. One makes a joke, causing the rest to laugh. He gives a grimace, mimicking a smile. Though likely off-putting to some, that hardy exterior only manages to drive your lust deeper.

Another pats him on the back, and your heart stirs. Somewhat deceptive given his limber form, you only note how dull the smack sounds. It’s a confirmation to you. A confirmation that this man is dense and packed to the brim with muscle. Your mouth watered at the sight of that musculature tensing before relaxing. A brief glimpse in the raw power brimming inside that cute bundle of flesh.

“Peter, c’mon… lighten up bro,” they say. Peter. Aha, so that was his name. You repeat the name softly under your breath. “Peter…Petey…Pete”. It has a nice ring to it. In your mind, you relay the events with his friends instead directly calling *you* Peter. Your mouth pulls into a smile as your dick stirs. You rub it lightly, feeling a little pre leak at the thought “Mmmhmm. Peter. Call me Petey. Has a nice ring to it”

After several more minutes of jokes between friends, you finally catch one to break his facade. There it was. A genuine smile. A beautiful smile. A delicious smile.

You had to have it.

- - -

You sneak into the locker that Saturday. As you do, you slowly close each door, locking it. Ensuring none could block the consummation your life and Peter’s.

Like a snake in the grass, you slowly make your way to the lonesome Peter, sitting on a bench and panting after a game. A slight scent of flowers drifts through the air. As you move closer, the scent of his laundry fades and makes way to the damp, drying sweat soaking his shirt. Must have been a tough match.

His musk feels divine. If you could, you would have stopped time to just lay there, drunk in the scent that was Peter post-match. But you would have all the time in the world to bless yourself in that sun-drenched Peter flavor you craved. Plus, you knew you had to be quick. A body- especially an athlete’s body like this would be incredibly resilient. You need to do this now, while he was sore and immeasurably tired.

He takes a swig while you approach. Putting down the bottle, he pants and looks up at you through sweat-stained vision.

“Uhhh.. can I help you dude?” He asks.

“I just wanted to say, I’m a huge fan”.

“Thanks bro,” He says.

“Just looking at the way you fly through the court. Amazing.” A bold-faced lie, having skipped his match to prep this empty locker room.

“Thanks,” he states plainly.

“And the way those hot, hot muscles propel you forward…”

You motion to hug him. He tries to pull away but you’re quick to embrace him. He feels a prick in his shoulder as you dose him.

You feel his post-game sweat drip off his skin and over yours, and lust overrides reason. You can’t help but squeeze tighter and tighter.

“The way that perky ass jiggles when you walk... I bet you’re packing too, aren’t you?”

His face, initially cringing in awkward tension, now shifts to disgust as he tries to push you away. Blind in pleasure, you inch even closer and wrap your legs around that ass, as he feels your dick sandwiched between your two torsos harden.

“And that face… goddamn what a face. I bet it’d be amazing to wear it. To look at your friends through it and hear them call me your name.” In frenzy, you begin grinding your stiffened dick into the heat of the closeness of your two bodies pressed together. “…to hear your own mother call me Peter. FUCK! I can’t wait to be Peter!” You whimper as you felt cum shoot out, staining your shorts and his. As a bit of your cum lands his flesh, he is finally able to shake off the initial shock.

“Sick fucking FREAK!” He spits at your face as he pushes hard, leaving you several feet away. It draws blood and immediate pain, but you could only feel the hunger to have that might as your own to wield.

You corral the spit onto your tongue, sucking and savoring the taste of your future mouth.

“Man… fuck… so that’s what kissing us would taste like” you tease. You could practically taste the vitality brimming from his body.

He looks as if he’s about to gag, and begins to gesture moving away. He panics when he feels his movements slow.

“Honestly, with that tight fucking bod, I’m not sure how long before you break free of this.”

You begin to prep, stripping both your bodies naked. His head attempts to shake in defiance when he sees you pull two syringes from your pocket. You wink before jamming one into your arm and one into his.

The effects are instant, you feel your senses dull. You also feel your own body begin to soften as you move towards the naked Peter. After a few moments, your senses start pick up and explode and blend together. Every heartbeat, blood vessel, and neuron. You feel intimate control over every piece. It was overwhelming at first, truly feeling every bit of yourself. Looking at Peter, you knew you didn’t want to wait any longer to feel every bit of his.

You line your cocks together, pointing at each other. You then knead your dick slowly. Slit touches slit before inside begin to touch inside. Resistance bubbles in him as you see his arms clench and unclench, and his face wince at the foreign intrusion.

You sigh for a moment, admiring your handiwork. Peter’s dick appeared to be swallowing yours. That was partially true. You knew what you had actually done. Inside Peter’s dick lay your own, turned inside out so that both your insides faced each other.

He tries to scream, but can’t muster a sound beyond a low moan as you continue to knead and push and overlay more of your insides into his, your body turning inside out in the safety of his body. He sees your malleable form appear to deflate as more of your innards took flow in his.

“…aaaaAAAAAA. FUCKK.. FUUUUCK” He screamed. He starts to wiggle out the confines of his paralysis.

You know time is limited. In a rush, you use your nerves to commandeer his, swallowing all control of his dick as your own.

He screams and kicks in horror as he watches his own cock swallow inch upon inch of you like a worm. It happens in moments, and the force of the intrusion rocks his hips back, as his body makes room for you. His belly distends from all the added mass, causing him to lose balance and collapse.

“Oh god, oh god” he whimpers, as he gently feels his new belly, afraid of what was now inside him, what he could now no longer reach.

In the safety of your future body, you slow down, feeling yourself dissolve into a mass of parts.

Peter feels it in his legs first. Like millions of threads beneath his flesh, burrowing into his sinew. You don’t leave a crevice in the man untouched. In every part of his powerful legs, you weave and intertwine your fibers into his. He thrashes them in a tantrum, but the movement only causes him further displeasure, as he feels his own taught skin and muscle squeeze into wriggling masses. Into fusion.

You make quick work of his arms as well, greedily swallowing and interlacing whole pieces of Peter’s dense muscle fibers into yours. He screams as he feels his muscles in his biceps tear and repair themselves, fortified and irreversibly bonded to your fibers. With the half control you now had over his arms, you run them along his body and defile himself, dancing his fingers across and feeling every inch of your future self.

You make a quick stop at his heart, embracing it with your flesh to feel its power. There was a warmth in knowing this would soon be yours. He really was an athlete. You could feel the sheer energy in every pump.

After admiring your future core for a few moments, you decide to hijack it for yourself, pumping Peter’s heart full of your threads. Like a virus, you flood into his bloodstream, carried by the very organ that gives Peter his power. He’s unable to do anything aside from watch, as every vein and artery of his being pulse and writhe with you inside them. It takes a just a few pumps of the athlete’s heart to leave every juncture of his flesh connected to you. At last, you feel yourself in his own blood, coursing through him. If you had lips, you would lick them in anticipation at the last bastion of the old Peter- his head.

He squirms and smashes his head into the floor repeatedly, as he feels your fleshy mass slowly traveling up his vascular neck.

“I’m me! I’m me!” He repeats as he feels your brain touch his.

He grips his head in pain at first contact. Inside, your brain folds begin to slip into his, coalescing. The process is acutely violating for him, as he feels your thoughts inside of his own mind. Like a thousand needles, you inject every piece of your mind into his.

He pulls at his hair while trying to shake you off when he feels your sick perversions course inside him, then begins to get lightheaded as they start to come from him. He retches as he feels the thrill of possession, of violating his own flesh come from his own mind. Still, you made sure to keep the original Peter strung up and intact inside your shared mind. Something about keeping every bit of him tethered to you only riled you up further.

Breaths ragged, and screaming turned feral, he shouts one last war cry, as the last individuated pieces of yourself and his join and merge into one.

- - -

Your eyes blink open, woken by afternoon sun peering from the skylight.

You stand up groggy in the locker room as you try to piece the day’s events.

As you do, some stray hairs fall in front, and you see their gentle curl glow caramel in the filtered sunlight. “oh my god… oh my god,” you moan.

Upon hearing your velvety new baritone, your moan upgrades into a soft scream. You look down, seeing your new, long legs pushing you towering over your previous height, and the sun-tanned Peter-flesh and hairs now encapsulating them. ‘Fucking Stud’, you bite his lip.

Even standing, you could feel them brimming with power. You swing his arms back and forth, relishing in the control and precision they now had. Virile. Absolute god bod. You glance at the rest of your new, permanent meatsuit- Dick, already rock-hard and pulsating, abs, defined and glistening in the afternoon glow.

You slap your new cheeks, feeling them flush and jiggle with youth. Your Peter face pulls into a smile, wider and wider.

“I’m me, I’m me” you mock. “Welcome home, me”. You make him say to you.

His resilience, his power, his fucking body… yours.

“FUCK! Oh God! Yes! Ugh… Fucking Mine. You’re all mine!” You scream. The pleasure is overstimulating, and you fall in a pool of your new body’s sweat.

His body. Yours. All muscle underneath. All at your whim. Molded, corrupted and rewired to betray its original owner and keep you forever locked safe inside.

His brain, his thoughts- last remnants of resistance that you keep as a souvenir. His own agency now tied to you. Through his brain, you feel Peter try to reign control, and in amusement you feel these thoughts pass through you.

Outside, his body spasms as he slowly regains sovereignty. He struggles to get up, body aching from the violation his insides endured. As he gets back up, he walks to the locker room mirror with worry in his eyes, trying catch anything out of the ordinary. He checks his face first, turning his neck from side to side. Slight relief paints Peter’s face.

He lifts his arms next, checking if they still listened to him. He begins to think he overshot the movement as his arms continue moving. Instead, horror begins to dawn on his face as his own hands run through his hair before landing on the back of his head. He trembles as he again wrestles for control. In concentration, drool escapes his lips and sweat dots his furrowed brow as his arms continue to shake but steadily move into a new position. Your position. They lock into a flex.

Slowly, Peter’s eyes blink close and face crinkles before wordlessly screaming into uncharacteristic pleasure. Then, those beautiful brown eyes with a hint of olive stare back, those beautiful lips smile back as you breath Peter’s air into the mirror, fogging it up for a moment before revealing his face swimming in perverse pleasure.

“…I-you-we feel fucking amazing. You think I’m ever leaving this fine, fine piece of ass? Bro? Bro… get real. I am never fucking leaving.”

Peter’s hands cup his own plump ass, squeezing tight. His vocal cords relay your moan, stifled by the slight pain.

With that, you reign back control of every cell and strand of sinew of your new flesh. You tune back into the folds of your brain inside of his, into his very thoughts and let his unburdened rage wash over you. Rage turns to revulsion as he promptly feels his own dick betray him and begin to throb. You love the feeling of his inner turmoil, his endless perseverance. Interspersed was the euphoria you felt in controlling his body, in wearing it as your own.

You also love it because these were his heightened emotions, raw and intoxicating, now turned internally, redirected. You fuel those very same emotions to his insides, causing them to tighten and squeeze the parts of you bonded to an eternal internal embrace even tighter.

A flex of the now-drenched hand and a slight scowl of triumph paints Peter’s face. He’s yours.

Everything he ever was, is and will be. Yours at last.

- - -

A few days later, a dormmate comes to your room. Apparently, the entire dorm had some form of event in a nearby beach.

You turn around and begin to remove your shirt before his eyes. As you do, you feel Pete’s struggle manifest as a muscle spasm. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME, I’M NOT EVEN GAY” He shouts and screams in defiance. You moan internally. In truth, you could tell his dick didn’t budge for men. Doesn’t matter. You pant softly as it hardens anyway, forced against its very nature into your own whims. This was your fuckstick, your cum to do with as you pleased. It felt fucking good to have him inside there with you fighting. Like a constant reminder that he was yours. You never wanted to take this divine body for granted.

“W-Why me?” He whimpers internally.

“Honestly bro? Something about you just felt right, your-our face. And that body? As soon as I saw it. I knew we were meant to be one.”

He’s silent after that.

Outside, all one would see is a single tear, escaping your new set of eyes, and you take a moment to relish his angst. As if to taunt him, you lick the tear, closing your eyes and smiling seductively. Internally, you grab Peter’s sense of self, snuggling into his personality as you feel your face externally begin to adopt his serious demeanor. These moments were always the best. When you were truly enveloped by Peter in all levels. Like when you called your new mother and father for the first time, and heard them call you their son. It was an actualization of your new identity. And it always made your stolen dick throb.

“So, uhhh, anyway… I’m Nate” The dormmate stammers as he stares at your defined musculature. The blushing Nate was quite a looker himself. You look back with disinterest and a cockiness previously uncharacteristic of Peter. Nate’s face looks disheartened.

Using your athlete strength, you rush him to the ground, grinding Peter’s sweaty bod into his and forcing your spit-lubed tongue into his gasp of surprise.

With your expert control over every piece of your new body, you snake Peter’s tongue over Nate’s, constricting it like a python. Likewise, You snake your new powerful arms and legs over his, locking him into your grinding hips. You tear away from the kiss savagely with a pop, and breath right over his face. “My body’s fucking hot isn’t it?”.

“F-fuckkkk” Nate huffed as his eyelids fluttered. You spot a growing stain on his board shorts and laugh callously in a way that just felt natural in body like Peter’s. “Bro, we gotta work on your fucking stamina”.

“Oh yeah… call me Petey,” you giggle, before pulling your lips into a wide-brimming smile.

-End-

Aaand that’s a wrap. What’d you think?

If you liked this story, surrender your body to me- work just keeps getting busier and busier, I swear I need another body or two to keep up with all of it haha.

#male possession #male body control #male skinsuit #malepossession #malebodycontrol #maleskinsuit #athletepossession #male merge #malemerge

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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Hi hii I saw you were doing smut promt requests! Can I ask for Draken with:

"Louder, let me hear you."

Tysm!!

a/n: hi! thank you for sending this in!! <3 i personally love writing for draken so i think this really fits him 🫶🏻! thank you again and i hope you enjoy!

pairings: ken (draken) ryuguji x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, some rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, use of pet names (baby, princess, angel), praising, some dacryphilia if you squint.

prompt #11: “louder. let me hear you.”

“D-Draken.. – ah! – I can’t.. fuck!”

“Fuck.. don’t worry, princess, you’re doing so good for me..”

You had long forgotten how long you and Draken had been at it. Your brain was too foggy for you to even remember, because he had made you cum so many times that you lost count. He was still keeping up with that relentless pace that had left you completely breathless. He didn’t show signs of slowing down either. You honestly shouldn’t have been that surprised. Draken had this insane stamina that could last for hours. It was hard to believe a man could keep going even after so many orgasms.

Meanwhile, Draken was having the time of his life. He missed you so fucking much. He wasn’t going to let the open chance he had with you slip away, so he was going to make sure you remember tonight for the rest of the week. He needed you, just like you needed him.

Draken could feel that you were close to another orgasm. This had to be your third or fourth one he had pulled from you that night. There was a mess down below that had covered the sheets. He loved seeing your pussy a sticky mess because of him. He couldn’t wait to make you reach your high again. Your pussy was slowly tightening around him once again. It only encouraged him to keep up his pace and to fuck you even harder.

You could hardly handle his thrusts. His thick cock bullied your walls and reached areas you couldn’t even reach if you tried. Your cunt was tired and you weren’t sure if you could handle another orgasm. “Draken..! Fuck, it’s t-too much!” you cried, throwing your head back onto the pillow behind you.

He smirked to himself when you called out his name like that. It only added onto the pleasure that he was feeling. He was close to his own orgasm as well. “Louder. Let me hear you.” he said, using his thumb to play with your puffy clit. “C’mon, princess.. I wanna hear that pretty fucking voice of yours..”

The pit in your belly was growing deeper and you could hardly keep quiet. Your body was trembling and you could barely hold yourself up. He made you weak. “Draken! Draken! I’m gonna.. fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you moaned, arching your back upwards towards him.

Your boyfriend smirked above you once he realized you had reached another climax. Groans rumbled in his throat when your cunt squeezed his cock with such tightness that his hips stuttered for a moment. He loved how perfectly your pussy hugged his dick. The same image of you in pure bliss never got old to Draken. If he could, he’d have it imprinted inside his brain forever so he wouldn’t have to waste a moment never seeing it again. You were so gorgeous like that.

His pace began to pick up. His balls began to slap against your sensitive clit. He felt his high approaching him, and all he wanted to do was fill your pussy to the brim with his cum.

He opened your legs, placing them around his waist so your ankles could lock together. All he could hear was his name slipping from your lips. It was the only thing that was keeping him going with you. He loved the way his name rolled off your pretty little tongue. It was smooth like honey and he fucking loved it.

He looked down at you with seduction swirling around in his eyes. You were so beautiful lying down underneath him with his cock inside your pretty cunt. “Gonna fill you real nice, angel..” he grunted. “You want that, huh? You’re squeezin’ the fuck out of me, baby..”

All you could do was nod. There was drool slipping from your lips as he continued thrusting into you. You were so overstimulated that there were a few stray tears that had trickled down your cheeks. Draken wiped them away with his thumb.

He let out several curses just before he finally reached his second orgasm. Thick, white spurts of his cum had filled into your pussy and reached your womb. The sensation made you twitch and shiver from the warmth. He panted and wiped away the sweat that had formed on his brow and his forehead. He was tired, but more than satisfied. He could also say the same for you, considering how cute the grin was on your pretty little face.

Draken leaned down, pressing a fat kiss on your lips. “I love you, baby..” he whispered, lying down beside you to pull you against him.

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steveharringtonat3am · 2 years

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Mutual masturbation with Eddie

kinktober masterlist!

pairing: eddie x fem!reader

word count: 911

warnings: dirty thoughts, little friends to lovers, masturbation (male and female)

“So…what did you pick for movie night?” I ask my best friend, who is currently shoving his face full of candy.

“Uhhh some rom-com? Steve said you’d like it.” He shows me the cover and I take it, skimming the summary on the back.

“About last night? It looks…interesting.” My eyes widen when I read the tagline, the mentions of sex already making me nervous. It was bad enough I had a huge crush on Eddie, I didn’t need a racy movie to get me even more hot and bothered around him.

“It better be or I’m gonna smack Harrington. I’m tired of falling asleep on your couch.” He shifts closer to me, passing me the bowl of popcorn.

“Aw but then I won’t get to see you drool!” I grin as he mock-gasps.

“I do not drool!”

“You so do!” I giggle and pop the tape into the player, before settling back into my spot. I can feel Eddie’s body heat and I have to fight the urge to snuggle up to him.

Once the movie starts to play, I’m already shifting around. I hadn’t expected it to be so…explicit.

“You alright? Look a little…uncomfortable.” He reaches over to pat my knee and I just nod. Meanwhile, my head is full of dirty thoughts as the characters passionately makeout on screen. I push the blanket further down my body, sipping my soda as I try to cool down.

“This is an…interesting movie.” Eddie remarks as the characters start to fuck. I glance over at him to see his hand start to adjust his sweatpants and as I let my eyes trail a little higher-

God this movie night is gonna be the death of me.

“If you wanna take care of…that I don’t m-mind.” I get the words out as quick as possible, eyes glued to the screen so I don’t have to deal with his reaction.

“Yeah? Cause you’ve been squirming an awful lot, princess. So if you wanna take care of yourself too, I wouldn’t mind.” I finally turn to lock eyes with him. He’s grinning at me and I decide that fuck it, I might as well.

“Okay.” I can see the shock on his face as I slide out of my sweatpants, leaving me in nothing but a simple pair of cotton panties. Eddie’s eyes are trained on the area between my legs and I start to get a little shy.

“Stop staring, Ed!” He just smirks and starts to undo his pants as well.

“I can’t help it. Just so pretty.” I feel my thighs clench together at the praise and I watch him notice.

When he’s left in his tight black briefs, I start to slowly drag my fingers up and down my thighs. I let my eyes flutter shut and try to pretend like I’m not about to masturbate with my best friend watching. I slip my hand into my panties and I hear a slight noise of complaint from Eddie.

“You’re not gonna take ‘em off? I have my dick out here, least you can do is take off your panties.” He even pulls out the puppy dog eyes and I sigh as I tug my panties off. I toss them at Eddie, who catches them with a wide grin.

“Thanks. I needed a place to cum.” If I wasn’t wet before, I definitely was now.

“J-just be quiet, Munson.” The second my eyes land on his cock, I close them. I was not ready for how fucking perfect is looks and I feel my mouth starting to water.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” I start to slowly circle my clit and I hear a soft moan escape Eddie’s mouth. I finally gather the courage to open my eyes and nearly have a heart attack at the sight of him. His head is thrown back, eyes barely open as his hand slowly pumps up and down his cock. It’s a slow but even pace and I start to match it with every circle of my clit.

My head flashes with images of Eddie and I, tangled together like the characters of the movie. Kissing him and touching him and just being with him. The fantasy is so perfect and I let myself get lost in it.

“Fuck you’re so pretty, angel.” He mumbles it but I hear him all the same.

“Th-thank you.” I barely get the words out as my orgasm gets closer and closer. Eddie’s hand starts moving faster, his eyes trained on the hand between my legs.

“Are you gonna cum babe? Gonna make a mess all over yourself?” The dirty talk is too much for me, and I moan loudly as I work myself through a mindblowing orgasm. Far away, I watch Eddie groan, cumming into my panties and slowly stroking himself as his cock softens.

“That-that was a good movie.”

2 days later, Eddie arrived at Family video with a huge grin as he returned a tape. Robin took one look at him and groaned as Steve cheered.

“What? What’s going on?” Eddie questions as Steve takes the tape.

“Oh nothing you need to worry about Munson. Just glad you enjoyed the movie.”

He doesn’t see Robin slip Steve a twenty.

hope you enjoyed!!

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lavenderedhoney · 1 year

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Any tips on helping partners deal with gender dysphoria?

This is a tricky question because dysphoria is highly personal and can be extremely different from person to person. The number one rule is talk to the other person about their boundaries and don't make assumptions about what they want - what works well for one person could be absolutely devastating for another person.

Some basic things that I think can help anybody:

Ask what language they want used for their parts. Using the wrong language can cut deep, even if it's entirely unintentional. But using the right language isn't just about avoiding dysphoria, it can also be a huge source of euphoria. My baby exclusively calls her taint her pussy, to the point where typing the word "taint" feels objectively incorrect. I almost exclusively call my clit a dick and basically only use "clit" for clarifying purposes when I think it improves readability. It's something that can be a very small change but can be extremely effective - both of these have been absolutely huge for us. Not only does it feel better to give those parts different names, but it really helps us to think of and engage with those parts in a different/less standard and gender-affirming way when we interact with each other's bodies! Language is really fucking powerful, so use it. It might feel silly at first using the "wrong" word for a body part if you've been calling it something different your whole life, but if your partner asks for it, do it.

Compliment the parts they feel good about. This might be hard if your partner has body image problems (maybe they struggle to find any parts of their body they do like), but see if there are parts that don't feel at odds with their gender and hype those up! My girlfriend loves to talk about how broad and strong my shoulders are and how handsome she thinks my face is, and I don't necessarily believe her but it still feels incredible to hear every single time. I am literally obsessed with her tits and hips and ass and I let her know as often as I can because it sends her over the moon! Compliments like this can be a really good way to not only combat dysphoria, by taking away emphasis on parts or traits that don't feel so good, but also to give a sense of euphoria.

Directly related to the last one, use adjectives and titles that affirm their gender. Some that turn me into absolute jelly, as a vaguely transmasc-ish nonbinary lesbian: handsome, prettyboy, loverboy, good boy. Some that make my girlfriend's brain turn into soup as a trans woman: beautiful, gorgeous, honey, pretty girl, pretty thing, princess, kitten, angel. Your partner/s might not know what gendered terms will sit right with them, so ask first before you call them something new!

If your partner/s want to dress a certain way or modify their body to affirm their gender (letting their hair grow/cutting it short, getting piercings, going on HRT, getting surgery), support them. It doesn't matter if it's not a change you personally find attractive. What should be most attractive to you is your partner being happy.

Lastly, I wanna talk about what personally has probably been the most effective way my girlfriend and I have helped combat each other's dysphoria. It absolutely will not be helpful for everyone, but it's done wonders for us, so I want to talk about it while being clear that this isn't gonna be an approach that works for everybody. And that's been showing extra love to the parts of each others' appearances that we know the other person is dysphoric about. I struggle with on-and-off chest dysphoria, and she has or has in the past felt dysphoric about, among others, her facial and body hair, her height, the width of her shoulders, her voice, and her dick. But instead of avoiding these parts of each other's bodies, it feels good for us when they're given extra attention. The basic acceptance in going "yeah, your body looks like this, and you're still [x gender], and you're really fucking hot" has done wonders for us both. I know she sees me as nonbinary, so it doesn't bother me and in fact is very flattering and wonderful when she can't keep her hands or her mouth off my tits. I love that she can love them without seeing me as a girl. She loves when I pet and admire her stubble and chest hair and belly hair, when I cup her pretty cock and pepper it with kisses, etc. She says the way I treat her body makes her feel beautiful and feminine, which is everything I could ever ask for.

Again, that super won't work for everyone and I do not recommend it as a one-size-fits-all solution if your partner's feeling dysphoric. I've met plenty of trans people who would hate it, who hate having the things they're dysphoric about emphasized literally at all, who would be intensely uncomfortable or angry or sick to their stomach if someone approached them like this, and that's okay. Dysphoria isn't something you can just love away and I'm not advocating for that at all (and if you think it can be, fuck you). The only reason why this works for the two of us, I think, is because we both know that while the other person loves our body, they're also completely supportive of any and all gender choices we might make. My baby is really ecstatic that I just bought my first chest binder and that I'm looking into HRT options to increase the size of my dick, and I'm super excited that her tits have gotten bigger lately and that her figure is still changing. It's all-accepting acceptance, or it wouldn't be worth anything.

If you have any tips to add, please share them!

#reply #advice #anonymous #text

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Can we get some Gary smut, please?

Honey, I'm Home

S2 | Gary/MC | 3400+ words | @i-boop-you

NSFW. Very NSFW.

After a string of taunting and teasing texts and videos from his other half while Gary is at work, he finally makes his way home to give her exactly what she's been asking for.

His phone screen lit up again, telling him that Maya had sent him another message. After five minutes in a meeting his erection had finally ebbed, but one alert of her and the blood rushed back to his cock, leaving barely any to flush across his cheeks.

All day. All fucking day she had been sending him absolute filth. She knew he couldn’t come home on his lunch break to fuck her senseless. She’d picked today specifically, knowing he’d be too slammed to do anything about her teasing.

As his supervisor droned on and on, Gary had long stopped listening, his eyes glazed over as thoughts of what could be in that message whirled through his head.

It started out small. Just after he left - he was literally still getting into the car - she’d texted:

Shame you had to leave before joining me in the shower xxx

He smirked as he belted in, his eyes on his screen as he texted her right back:

You can make me feel better by sending me lots of pics xxx

He’d put her to the back of his mind as he drove, eyes flickering to his phone screen both times the music was interrupted by the announcement of a message from her. He couldn’t get the text-to-voice to work because she’d sent him a picture. That was when he went from a small tingle to the beginnings of a semi.

After he’d parked up, his phone was straight in his hand, eyes glued to the screen to see what had been delivered before he even thought about entering work.

The first was a picture. Maya in their bedroom, still clad in the underwear she’d had on under her robe while he got ready for the day. She’d removed the robe now, showing off the lacy white underwear she’d bought to surprise him on their anniversary; the white was stark in comparison to her skin, making her look like an angel. Though, everything else about the snap was far from holy…

She was on her knees, the focus of the pic her body; thighs parted, one hand gently squeezing the top of her breast. Only the top of her face was cropped out, and the catch of her little lip bite was driving him as wild as her scantily clad body. He swallowed hard, hating how on edge he was getting before going into work. He knew he was about to spend the whole day desperate to get home again.

More than usual anyway.

The second thing she’d sent him was a short video. Her phone was propped up on the dresser, and it lasted less than ten seconds, but he couldn’t stop replaying it, the blood surging to his dick with each press of the play button.

All there was was her back to the camera. Her hair had been piled into a mess of a ponytail that somehow made everything so much sexier, with one loose lock of her hair hanging curled down one shoulder blade. She was topless. Not that it did him any good with her back to him, but the mere suggestion of her tits bouncing around as she changed was all he needed.

He got a quick flash of the side of lefty, the nipple just coming into view as she bent forwards, that one glimpse already getting his mind racing with a need to bite into her, wanting to lap her nipple against his tongue. Her fingers were splayed inside the lining of those beautiful white hot pants she had wrapped around her waist, covering more of her stomach than her ass.

Before his eyes, she lowered her underwear, uncovering her ass fully. The view only got better once she was bent over, taking care to run her hand down her long, smooth legs before she stepped out of her panties.

Eyes fluttering shut, he pictured being with her, pushing her onto her hands and knees and giving her it doggy.

Horny thoughts of her plagued his morning; wondering how naked she was, imaging the soapy suds rolling all over her beautiful body, wanting nothing more than to lather her up with the dirty thoughts in his head.

About mid-morning, he got another message.

Mmm, need to tell you again how much I love the new shower head xxx

He groaned, his trousers straining again.

Then at lunch, when she knew he had to work through it today with a business meeting, came a voice note that was just five seconds of her switching her vibrator on. He asked for more, and when he got back to his office at the crane company, he was blessed with another picture.

Again, her phone was propped up and she was posed with her legs parted, but this time … it was far more extreme. Her legs were wide open and she was lying flat on her back, her breasts a small mound farther back, but he was hardly paying attention to that.

He rubbed at the front of his jeans. Gary was so hard that the lightest of touches to himself showed the full result of Maya’s teasing. This was more than teasing, though.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away, though it was an image he’d seen plenty of times before. The toy pushed up inside of her, only the little pink box at the bottom was still visible, the other six inches deep inside her pussy.

He’d taken a bathroom break after that, needing his head clear before he went out on the shipyard. His focus needed to be on the bigger cranes, not the one in his pants.

Still, when he got back to his little office, his phone was showing up with only more torturous messages. One old image of his creampie, a close up of her wet lips wrapped around something that filled her mouth right up, and a single picture of her preferred lube set out next to two toys.

Gary debated hard for five minutes, for ten minutes, for twenty minutes, for half an hour, if he should just call it a day and go home and fuck her senseless now.

The decision was made for him before he could decide. The arrival of his superiors for their afternoon meeting put his leaving on a halt. He sat in there, going along with everything they said, completely oblivious and uncaring as to what they were saying. It was here that the latest message came through.

The moment he was alone again, he picked up his phone.

Don’t go shy on me now, baby. Every minute it takes you to reply to me is another minute I’m going to spend sitting on your face when you get home xxx

Fffffffff…

He checked the time now against the time she sent the message, waited five minutes, and then replied:

I can’t wait to make you beg for it when I get home.

He did nothing until he saw the ‘sent’ check change to a ‘read’, his eyes heavy on the screen, the only part of his body he was aware of was the throbbing between his legs.

Her reply came quickly.

Trying to decide where I want you to cum on me first. What do you think? Tits?

An image of her bare breast came through. She was squeezing her nipples, twisting them for his enjoyment.

Shoot me a pic of your ass to help me decide, he replied, lips parted, his breathing gone husky.

I want to know how turned on you are first 😘

After a shifty look around, Gary got up to lock his office door. He stripped down his jeans until they pooled at his ankle, got his phone, and sat back down in his comfy chair. Gary grabbed hold of the most important crane in his life, one hand not being enough to encase even half of what he was packing. He made sure the thick outline was clear all around his tight boxers and snapped a pic, sure to get that splash of his toned abdomen in the picture as well, the snail trail of hair disappearing into his underwear.

Along with some aubergine emojis, Gary sent the snap.

Instead of a follow up, once Maya had seen his message, she phoned him. Gary’s heart drummed, but he picked it up, his throat tight.

“You fucking tease…” he murmered, almost a purr, down the line.

She moaned. That was it. And another, and then another, until it was crystal clear that she was absolutely playing with herself. A shot of precum emptied out of him when he realised. He groaned back, stroking himself over his boxers before he knew what he was doing.

Then she hung up.

Fuck-ing. Bitch.

Gary checked the time again. His eyes narrowed at the thought of her home alone for the next hour, hellbent on nothing but getting her jollies to his frustrations. He pulled up his trousers and packed up his shit, and set out to find his supervisor.

“Hey, you don’t mind me heading home early? I’ve not been feeling too great today,” he asked, laying it on a smudge.

“Yeah, you are pretty red, and you’ve been pretty far away all day, mate,” his boss said. “Off you pop, make sure the missus looks after you when you get in.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll make sure of it…”

Gary floored it home, the pumping in his ears giving the perfect rhythm to match fucking his wife in his fantasies. He hadn’t bothered with showering, he knew she liked him when he was all grimy from a day at work. There was even a hard hat that he’d stolen from work in their bedroom that he got out for special occasions. Not today though. Today was something really special.

He rolled up into the drive, only just realising he should have parked down the street to cling to the surprise. Still, there was a chance she might not have seen him coming yet, but she would before the night was over…

The door was locked, indicating she wasn’t entertaining today, something he was already aware of. He took off his shoes at the front door and threw his flannel shirt over the bannister, leaving him in just his t-shirt and jeans.

Gary made no move to keep his steps quiet as he thundered up the stairs. The thought of a surprise was well out the window now. The bedroom door was ajar, and as his socked foot delved into the plush carpet upstairs, he heard it.

The thrum of a very powerful toy.

Well, forget Big D, forget Big V; Big G was in the house now.

Gary pushed at the bedroom door, letting it open slowly to reveal himself standing there. “Honey,” he said, voice like butter, mind melting at the sight before him, “I’m home…”

“About fucking time.”

She sat up on her elbows, still laying on her back, a heavy look in her eye, and legs spread wide open so that would be the first thing he saw coming in the door.

Gary was on his knees by the edge of the bed without thinking about it; the sheen of oil coated her thighs and ass, made her pussy glisten; one swipe of his tongue up between her swelling folds and he caught a taste of the coconut flavoured oil she liked.

The hint of the coconut mixed with her natural taste was driving him wild. He buried his face in her, tasting as much of her as he could get on his tongue. She had one hand clutching his hair, clamping hard to the fistful. She wasn’t going to let him stop, not that he had any plans to.

Maya thrust herself in his face as he cleaned her out, her moans and joy louder than she’d let them go all day. He reached across the bed to where he’d spotted a certain favourite toy was laying next to her.

Sticky and already smelling strongly like coconut, Gary positioned the tip of the smallest end at her backside. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit, rolling over her hard, pressing down and spreading the sensation rather than focusing it; he did this as he slowly edged the anal beads in her ass, pushing her down when she squirmed at each notch entering her.

Before he’d even gotten half way her moans dissolved into shameless and senseless mumblings and mutterings. Maya swore nonsensically as he filled her up, and those curses came out in a shout as he tugged them out of her ass again. Her fingers squeezed the threads of his yellow hair and she went mad thrusting herself into his mouth again.

He wasn’t done yet, the memory of all her teasing throughout the day still oh-so fresh in his mind.

Gary repeated himself, slowly wedging bead after bead deeper inside of her, upping the chance to play with her now that she was used to it. Every two notches he thrust in, he thrust one out again, going back in two, pulling one out, never giving her a reprieve from the sensation.

“Gary.”, “Fuck.”, and “Please.” became her only vocabulary as he teased her clit, too, never doing enough to actually make her cum, to bring her over the edge. No … she had a lot of making up to do if she wanted that.

He felt her building, and let it play out, taking his time, waiting, and waiting…

Pulling out of her ass this time, he did it slowly, savouring the smell of the coconut and going insane with the noises she was making. Anal beads on the floor, Gary pulled back from her completely, his mouth and chin soaked in her.

Maya had let him go as he pulled away, but looked down at him with big, pleading eyes. It was tempting to give in and be soft, but he knew how much sweeter it would feel to make her work for it.

Rising to his feet, Gary pulled his shirt over his head. His eyes were still on Maya as he did, and if he wasn’t already hard as a fucking rock, the lust and longing in her eyes at the sight of him undressing would have done it. He didn’t have the words for how much it turned him on to see that he turned her on, to feel so fucking wanted and lusted for as much as he was with her.

“Come here,” he said, his hands on the waist of his trousers. He beckoned her over with two fingers raised, unbuttoning himself for a third time that day, unable to take his eyes from her.

She tucked her legs up behind her and crawled across the bed to him, back arched and ass raised high so he’d still get a good view even if it was behind her.

Gary didn’t need to say anything else; her eyes were locked on his as she licked his balls, sucking them into her mouth.

He hissed through gritted teeth, rubbing up and down his dick gently while she focused on playing with his balls. Gary pumped a small dollop of the lube into his hand before massaging it along his stiff rod. While Maya followed his movements, kissing the underside of his twitching dick.

One hand locked in her hair, Gary rolled himself over her face, enjoying her drunk look. Her mouth was wide open, ready to receive. He tugged her head back and she moaned needily. Tip to her tongue, Gary glided her closer so her perfect little mouth would encase him.

He let out a huge sigh of relief as she sank her mouth over him, taking him to the back of her throat. Both his hands ran through her hair, keeping it out of her face so he could watch her cheeks bulging, could see the smudges of her eye makeup darkening the patches beneath her false lashes; the hungry and needily look that showed how badly she wanted to please him.

He thrust back to her, taking charge and altering his rhythm to match the sounds of her gurgling and spluttering on him at the back of her throat.

“Oh fuck, you’re so pretty when you look at me like that,” he told her.

She managed the best smile she could while her mouth was wrapped around his cock. His words only spurned her on, and soon she was the one upping the tempo, bringing him closer and closer, palming his balls and massing his ass to make it all that much more next level. He hissed again as she teased his hole right back.

And then Maya pulled back, that drunk look accompanied by the string of her own saliva connecting her chin to his dick still, right up until she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“Where do you want me next?” She asked, leaning back to display herself for his viewing pleasure again.

He was panting ever so slightly, brain a little clouded around the edges. The only thing that was perfectly clear was her. It was always her.

“Turn around,” he said, kneeling one leg onto the bed. He watched Maya avidly as she got back onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her ass towards him. With another squirt of lube, Gary hooked two fingers inside of her, fingering her until she was slack enough to receive a third with ease.

Already, her hands were gripping the sheets, her legs shut tight, her thighs clenched. While prepping her, he became so overwhelmed that he bent low and gave her ass cheek a small bite.

That elected a whimper, making her legs tremble.

When he couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled his fingers out. With a slap across her backside, he wiped some of the excess lube across her skin, making it shiny and glistening again.

Once in position, he cupped her ass with both hands, stretching her open. He bit his bottom lip as he took in the view.

She was trembling in anticipation, her need becoming too strong. Gary braced himself for how good she was going to feel, and then slid his cock into her ass.

Maya let out a dizzying moan, burying her face in the sheets. Gary would have too if he could. Instead his eyes rolled to the back of his head as her softness and warmth and extreme tightness enveloped him. He was getting that drunk feeling in full force now.

Slow. Just to begin with. He didn’t want to overwhelm either of them yet, but it didn’t take long for him to get going. Gary piled into her, knowing he didn’t have it in him to draw it out any longer; this was it; this was the moment.

He reached up to grab a fistful of her hair again, tugging her head back so she’d have no choice but to look upwards; it kept her at the perfect angle, her back arched beautifully.

“Still want me to cum on your tits?” He asked her, a cocky grin springing on his face.

She choked out an answer, voice trembling, “D-don’t-stop.”

“What was that? ‘Stop and cum on my tits’?”

“Don’t-stop, Gary.”

He eyed her darkly, overwhelmed by lust and love for her. “Cum on my dick, Maya.”

Softly, desperately, a plea and a whimper, she begged him again, “Don’t stop.”

Slap. His hand came down across her backside in reply.

“Gary.”

He groaned. “I love when you say my name like that.” As a reward, he slapped her again.

And then she clenched around him, her whole body tightening, the most meek of stifled moans escaping her mouth; he kept driving into her, making her taunt moan draw out as she came; making her go for as long as he could manage.

Only when he felt her loosening up again, her body relaxing as her orgasm ran its course, peatering into a dizzying finish, did he let himself unload. He stiffened as she slackened; he rode his cum into her, and when the last spurt left his body, he left hers, coming out with a soft noise.

He let her hair go, pushing her down. His eyes were on her, watching his own cum leaking out alongside the build up of lube. If he wasn’t so spent he’d fuck her again.

Gary clamped his teeth on the skin of her ass again before he clawed his way up the bed to lay down next to her.

A panting Maya crawled stiffly into the side of him. He rolled onto his side so he could wrap himself around her. Pressing kisses down the back of her neck and shoulder blade, taking in the aroma of sweat on her, breathing it in like it was the most romantic scent in the world, he thought, “Oh yeah, that was fucking worth it.”

#litg #litg season 2 #litg writers room #writers room #litg fanfic #love island the game #prompt #ask #litg gary #gary rennel

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siremasterlawrence · 11 months

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Gotham Knights: The Fallen Angels

Part 1

Batman is not expecting any guest in the Bat cave when the metallic door swings right open as the water flows through a jet flew in.

A strange air craft rolls in floating in the mid of the surrounding areas quite the shiny ilk to it and he lands in the flying pad lands a gust of it shoots out.

The doors to the object lift upward in to the sky two men exit the aircraft each land in a heroic style I see a theme of star spangle stripes.

Captain America drops his shield in an odd manner with a tough guy demeanor he has never exuded before in his life his eyes are narrow.

Bruce is in a state of shock he faces him in a stand off walking toward the sexy star spangled titan and he smirks with a nervous smile.

Bruce jumps off the ramp flipping in to the air he does a cannon ball style landing and it shook through time Bucky walks out an evil glare.

“What the fuck? Steve how on earth did you find me?””

“We have our ways idiot! We have an offer for you.”

“What would that foolish offer be?”

“Join the Legion Of Lawrence”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Are you kidding me?”

“We are deadly serious”

“Apparently! Let me guess or you will kill me.”

“Precisely!”

“Alfred run! I will be fine “

“No you won’t”

“Agreed Cap”

Bucky falls to one knee giving his allegiance to me in love and admiration of my power to let Captain America have his time with a fist he races in.

Bruce lets smoke bombs go throwing them as they drop to the floor exploding on to the way with impact filling the room up with so much smoke.

Its lifts in the skyline a white light washes on to him showcasing his bat symbol with just his wings in the vision of images flashes on and off.

“Why do you resist Bruce? You rather suffer all your life.”

“Be happy and healthy! Join us”

“What then? Let you groom me into a villain no thanks.”

Steve throws his shield knocking Bruce in to a coma like state unconscious to the world he lays limp at the mercy of his captures two of his ex Allie’s.

Master Lawrence refrains a bit pressing the down button as the elevator skyrockets to the basement Bat cave with Alfred in toe who tries to flee.

The man snaps his fingers as the two slaves get to work unloading all four of the stasis pods and just in case you are wondering the rest of the bay family is resting in pieces.

One quick shove locks Alfred in place as the fumes of darkness overshadow his form and Bruce soon becomes the real intended victim.

Steve and Bucky lift him up one at each end in a last test of their will they fall prey to my power and throw him into the pod sealing it permanently shut.

The gas shall consume him in his a mental hell of his owns making watch as it seeps in through his nose he can’t stop it from his lungs.

Part 2

“Is that the Bat alert” Dick Grayson rolls

to his side of his bed drifting in and out of sleep.

“Bruce? Alfred?” He yells smacking himself in to a feverish pitch he leaps from the bed performing parkour to the bathroom.

Kicking the door close be lands on his feet in a perfect ten fashion he imagines the rose of fans applauding him.

That was the good ole days with his family being The Flying Graysons for Haileys circus for years.

His head darts downward as he grasp the bathroom sink tightly, slamming his eyes shut he sobs.

Memories of the night present themselves in a more vivid fashion than usual constantly unwavering In intensity with fear set in he looks upward.

“Mom? Dad?” Dick says their faces appear on the mirror glass haunting him he backs up.

“No way this can’t be happening!” He lets go screaming like a little girl.

“Oh yes! It is you little bitch.” A hollow heavy voice emerges from the chaos.

“What the? Oooooohhhhhh” Dick barely can say before he injected.

“So much more pleasing now.”

“You won’t be giving Master any trouble now will you.”

“Blaabbbbb”

“Babbling like a idiot “

“Boss I right of course”

“It works miracles”

“Apparently “

“Nice ass by the way”

Bucky cracks his knuckles this time having no regard for anything or anyone speeds through the window.

Glass shatters everywhere raining to the city below but he does not ever notice the event as it play.

All he can think about so pleasing the man who single handled freed him from his do gooder mind set.

The city is in an uproar since Batman has left the building it has become a far worse place a seedy bin of corruption.

Criminals running rampant nobody gives a damn about it not even Mayor Hill or a hero in a badge Commissioner Gordon.

Bucky enters the Batcave the pod opens he slips him in and sentences him to a life of service to me.

“Who are you?”

“Your friend “

“Mwahahahahaha “

The end

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #jaosn todd #bat family #Finding Faith #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave

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just-come-baek · 2 years

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snakes on the plane

Pairing: fraud!pilot!Jaemin x stewardess!reader + wayv as cameos

Word count: 6.9k

Summary: Jaemin is a fraud. Counterfeit credit cards, identity theft, deceit – Jaemin has mastered them all. Tired of the chase, Jaemin decides to do one more job before his official retirement. He got his brand-new pilot uniform, fake flying license, and a lot of charisma to convince everyone to think he actually knows what he’s doing. Too bad you’re on the plane and ruin his meticulously calculated escape plan.

A/N where are all the jaemin pilot fics I saw people talking about? Anyway, here’s mine. Have fun, besties ✨✨ another jaemin fic coming next week!

“You guys won’t believe who’s the second pilot on our flight today,” Charlotte said as soon as she walked inside the crew cabin. “It will be his first flight under our company’s name.”

“What do we even need a second pilot for anyway? Have we ever needed one? No. Kun is doing all the work whenever he’s on board,” Ten added with an eye-roll, adjusting his uniform, making sure he looked spotless. “Second pilots are a scam. They could help us clean up the first class. It’s so messy. I swear to God, I’m gonna quit if I have to remove cum stains from the leather seats one more time.”

“Are you done?” You deadpanned, amused with Ten’s descriptive narrative. You could hear him nag for hours. He always had some juicy story to share. Moreover, his passionate and over-the-top energy made his stories funnier than it actually was.

“Who is he?” Yangyang asked, genuinely curious.

“Here,” Charlotte showed the picture to Yangyang, gesturing for him to pass the phone among all of you. “His name is Na Jaemin. Look how ridiculously good he looks in the uniform,” she added, and you nodded your head along as you couldn’t disagree with her.

“Do I have to remind you that you’re in a committed relationship?” Yangyang remarked as he handed you the phone to ogle the picture. “You wouldn’t want me to snitch on you, would you now?”

“I like that attitude. You should try as many dicks as you can. Seduce him,” Ten interjected, representing a completely different mindset than Yangyang. While Yangyang was an angel, reminding Charlotte that she already had a deep connection with her boyfriend, Ten embodied a little devil, trying to convince her to sin.

While the guys were bickering about monogamy and casual sex, you stared at the photo, zooming in on Jaemin’s face. He looked messy and tired but still attractive. His honey blond hair was swept to the side, and it appeared so soft you felt a sudden urge to run your hand through it to see if its texture was as silky smooth as it seemed.

His uniform fitted him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and athletic build. The first button of his shirt was undone, and his tie was loosely hanging around his neck. A part of you wanted to help him readjust it, but the other thought Jaemin rocked that nonchalant messy look.

“Someone’s drooling,” Ten tutted, and you quickly shook your head, trying to save the last bits of your dignity. Thankfully, he managed to pull you out of this train of thought before your mind got a chance to wander off to really inappropriate images.

“Let’s get back to work,” you cleared your throat, readjusting your skirt as you stood up. “People will start boarding the plane soon, and it’s a complete mess,” you added, offering a faint smile.

Charlotte, Yangyang, and Ten groaned in unison that they, in fact, had to get back to work but followed your order nonetheless. All of you wanted to receive your paychecks, after all.

***

“Good afternoon; I am your pilot, Na Jaemin. Welcome to flight Chicago 127 to Cuba,” Jaemin spoke through the microphone, using his funny kindergarten teacher’s voice, making you chuckle. “We will be taking off right after safety instructions. If you need our assistance, don’t hesitate to ask our lovely staff for help. Thank you, and enjoy your flight.”

Getting the passengers to actually focus for a second seemed almost impossible. However, Ten and Yangyang managed to get the job done. Carefully, they explained the safety procedures, repeating themselves enough times for everyone to understand everything.

“Only five more hours to go,” Charlotte entered the break room, plopped down in her chair with a huff, and threw an empty tray onto the desk. “I hate these heels,” she added as she kicked off her shoes, giving herself a quick massage to ease the pain in her soles.

“We took off half an hour ago,” Yangyang remarked, making her groan in annoyance.

“I don’t want to return there. The guy from 13B is a total creep,” she carried on, and you clenched your fists in anger. Some guys from the first class disgusted you – they bought an expensive ticket and thought it entitled them to fool around with the staff. “He groped my thigh when I was distributing champagne flutes. If his hand went any higher, it wou –

“I’ll take care of him,” you offered as you were sure you could reason with him. In times of need, you could be really persuasive. “I’ll talk to him, and if that doesn’t teach him a lesson, we’ll send a mob to finish him or something,” you added, and Charlotte and Yangyang laughed, thinking you were joking.

Smirking, you let them think it was just a figure of speech.

“I heard moans coming out from the lavatory. People need to stop doing that,” Ten groaned as he entered the room to have some peace and quiet during his short break. “High-mile club is so overrated,” he added, passing by a snack cart, stealing a can of coke for himself.

“I remember when you were renewing your membership a few times a week. It wasn’t overrated then,” Yangyang remarked as he tossed a red gummy bear in the air to catch it with his mouth.

“Shut the hell up! It is lame now,” Ten huffed, taking a few large gulps of his carbonated drink.

“I’ll make a round around the first class,” you announced, volunteering to deal with the rude passengers on Charlotte’s behalf. You knew how to reason with this type of people – you’d use your communication skills to good use, and Charlotte would take some time off to rest. “I’ll be right back,” you added as you stood up. You were bobbing your head slightly as you were repeating the seat number of that nasty guy with grabby hands.

You approached the doors, and with your hand on the knob, you turned around to give your co-workers a reassuring smile before your departure. Unfortunately, when you yanked the doors open, someone was trying to push them from the other side, which resulted in you, not so graciously bumping into them.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, trying to take a step back, only to wince in pain when your hairpin and the shoulder strap on the man’s jacket got stuck together. For a short while, you stood there, awkwardly bowed, trying to untangle yourself without pulling half of your hair; unfortunately, in vain.

“Let me,” the man said, offering his help. You could feel his hands on your scalp as he tried his best to separate the two of you. “There you go,” he whispered, handing you back your hairpin.

“Thank you, Jaemin,” you answered with a sheepish smile as you looked up and recognized him. He must’ve left the pilot cabin to introduce himself to the rest of the crew. Too bad you were on your route to check up on the passengers. You’d have to have a chat with Jaemin on a different occasion.

“No problem,” Jaemin smiled, looking at you curiously.

You made your way to the first class, attending to the passengers with utter politeness. However, all your effort went down the drain as soon as you reached seat number 13B.

“Is there anything I can help you with, sir?” you spoke in your overly-courteous customer voice, offering him a faint smile.

“Where is the other chick? I ordered my lunch ages ago,” the man carped, throwing his hands in the air out of childish annoyance. Who knows, if he weren’t such a disgusting person, you might’ve sympathized with him.

“What have you ordered? I’ll make sure you receive your meal shortly,” you replied, and he hummed in wonder as his hand landed on your exposed knee. The man kept talking, but you couldn’t pay him much attention when his filthy hand felt up your skin.

“Sir,” you cleared your throat as his hand inched upward. It was the last straw. You gave him three seconds to pry his hand off, and when he didn’t, you grabbed his thumb and twisted it around until you heard a painful crack. It definitely required urgent medical attention, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You bitch,” he yelled at you, trying to smack you with his other hand, but you squeezed his finger tighter, shutting him up.

“Listen up,” you hummed as you leaned forward to his level. “You’ll apologize to the other flight attendant once she comes with your order. And if she mentions you tried to touch her without consent, I’ll break all of your fingers and shove them up your a–

“I get it, just let me go,” he whined, trying to wiggle his hand out of your tight grasp.

“That’s what I thought,” you added with a smirk, letting go of his hand. “You may want to get it fixed once we land.”

***

After you confronted the man from seat 13B, the flight was uneventful. Without much trouble, the plane made it to Havana airport on time. The passengers were taking their sweet time to exit, but all of you patiently waited for them to leave, wishing them a pleasant stay in Cuba.

It was past 9 pm when you checked into the hotel. The airlines provided four rooms for the crew. You were rooming with Charlotte, while Yangyang was with Ten. Kun and Jaemin, thanks to their pilot privileges, secured private rooms.

“Do you want to go out? I could have some drinks to take the edge off,” you asked Charlotte as you entered your room. Having thrown her bags onto the floor, she plopped on one of the beds. You could tell she wouldn’t leave the room unless it was absolutely unnecessary.

“Actually, I was thinking I could Facetime with my boyfriend,” Charlotte replied as she pulled out her phone to skim through her notification tab. “You should ask Ten and Yangyang. They were talking something about a beach party. I promise I’ll tag along next time.”

“Yeah, no problem, I’ll figure something out,” you smiled as you tossed your suitcase onto your bed, looking for a suitable outfit for a night out. You had a few sundresses to choose from. When you showed them to Charlotte to judge, she was adamant about the red floral one on thin spaghetti straps, which revealed lots of legs, shoulders, and cleavage.

Following Charlotte’s fashion advice, you stepped out to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You needed to freshen up after the flight and wash all traces of exhaustion.

You let your hair flow naturally down your back, putting a beautiful red carnation hairpin to keep stray hair away from your face. It matched nicely with the sundress, and you loved the outcome. Having applied red lipstick and sexy eyeliner, you walked out of the bathroom, waiting for Charlotte’s approval.

“How do I look?” You asked, twirling around, letting her see the final look.

Charlotte was staring, trying to come up with a coherent compliment. Upon seeing you in your complete party attire, her mind short-circuited. “You look hot,” she finally said, giving you two thumbs up.

Though joining Ten and Yangyang at that beach party seemed fun, you decided to stay at the hotel. You were planning to use all of the benefits of your all-inclusive visit to the establishment. The airlines were covering the costs of your stay, and nothing could stop you from opening the tab at the lounge bar.

You used the elevator to get to the ground floor, where you asked the man at the front desk to guide you to the bar area. Once there, you looked around, searching for an unoccupied table to sit down at. Carefully, your eyes scanned the area until they stopped on a familiar figure sitting alone by the bar – Jaemin. You smirked as you studied his casual outfit.

Though Jaemin was incredibly handsome in his pilot uniform, the look he was sporting now was just as flattering. His white cotton shirt had its first two buttons undone, revealing a thick silver necklace resting against his honey skin and between his collarbones. Despite the scorching weather, his legs were wrapped in a pair of light blue jeans. His silky hair was now a bit frizzy (probably due to humidity), and it added a cute highlight to his overall sexy look.

Jaemin noticed you shortly after you entered the lounge, beckoning you to join him. Swiftly, he studied your features, taking in all of your beauty. You could swear Jaemin licked his bottom lip when he checked you out, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt that he respected you enough not to do that.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked you when you placed your purse on the bar and climbed on the barstool next to Jaemin. You looked at your companion to see what he was having in search of inspiration. Much to your disappointment, Jaemin was sipping his mojito, and it wasn’t enough to cut it after your frustrating shift. You definitely needed something with a kick.

“Tequila, please,” you ordered with a polite beam, choosing the quickest way to get buzzed.

“I don’t think we had a chance to properly introduce ourselves. I’m Jaemin,” he courteously said, stretching out his arm to shake hands with you. “You have a beautiful name,” Jaemin added with a wink as he gently tugged your palm to place a kiss against your skin. “How do you like it here so far?” Jaemin mused before he wrapped his lips around the straw, taking a sip of his drink.

“It’s so hot, but I like it here,” you answered, smiling at the bartender who placed your order on the bar right in front of you. “Thank you, Lucas,” you beamed as you read his nametag. “I’ll be having more of these; please be on stand-by,” you joked, and Lucas offered you a knowing wink before he walked away to serve other people. “What about you? Are you having fun?” You inquired, gently nudging Jaemin’s side before you swung your shot glass, pouring tequila down your throat.

“More than I initially thought,” Jaemin admitted, slurping the rest of his drink until there was only ice in the glass. “Can I get a refill?” Jaemin asked Lucas as the latter approached you with a bottle of tequila, unprompted pouring you another shot.

“Naturally,” Lucas replied, fixing Jaemin another mojito. “Do you have plans later? My shift ends in an hour, and there’s this beach party. Do you want to go there with me?” Lucas turned to you, boldly asking you out. Taken aback, you looked at him and then at Jaemin, trying to politely reject his advances. You were fluttered, but you didn’t really feel like leaving the hotel tonight.

“Sorry, I have to pass,” you replied, avoiding eye contact with Lucas as you downed your liquor.

“No worries. If you ever change your mind, I’ll be here.” Lucas smiled, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Thank you,” Jaemin said when Lucas handed him his fresh minty drink.

“Do you mind leaving the bottle?” You asked Lucas as you were more than capable of pouring your own shots. After all, there were plenty of people at the bar waiting for drinks, so the least you could do was to save Lucas the hassle. “Thank you.”

Feeling somewhat buzzed, you bobbed your head to the rhythm of the music. You didn’t know the song nor the artist, but your feet were itching to hit the dance floor.

“Where are the others? Don’t tell me they’re hiding away in their rooms,” Jaemin asked, looking around, wondering what the rest of the crew was up to. He was hoping for some integration, but it didn’t seem like it was happening tonight.

“Ten and Yangyang went to that beach party everybody is talking about,” you started, and Jaemin hummed, nodding his head. “Charlotte, on the other hand, is having cyber-sex with her boyfriend over Facetime,” you added, and Jaemin spat his drink, taken aback by your unfiltered honesty. “I don’t know about Kun. He must be taking advantage of his pilot privileges.”

“Kun’s out, actually,” Jaemin revealed, and you looked at him, wanting to hear more about Kun’s business. “He’s meeting his fling tonight.”

You knew it was common practice for pilots to have women in every city at their beck and call, but there’s a lot of decency to Kun, so you thought he was different.

“I guess that means you’re stuck with me,” you stated with a smirk, genuinely glad everything turned the way it did. You could have Jaemin to yourself tonight without anyone to steal him away. “Do you want to dance?” You asked, craning your neck to the side, watching people having fun on the dance floor. You shook your shoulders to the rhythm, hoping for Jaemin to follow suit.

“I’m good,” Jaemin said, rejecting your proposition.

At first, you were disappointed with his reply, but you quickly shook it off. There were a dozen of other men who would kill to have a dance with you anyway.

“Your loss,” you whispered, downing another shot. “You can watch,” you teased as you pushed yourself off the barstool. Without looking backward, you walked toward the dance floor.

“Can I have this dance?” A handsome man asked you for a dance, and you grabbed his hand, letting him lead you to the middle of the dance floor. “You’re the most beautiful woman in here,” he whispered into your ear as he twirled you right into his arms, swaying his hips in sync with yours.

“You tell that every woman,” you replied with an eye roll, suspecting his compliment wasn’t as genuine as he tried to make it seem. It didn’t bother you that much anyway; you just made that remark to tease him a little. It’s not like he’d get anything more than a dance.

“I only say with I mean,” he confessed, and you giggled, following his footwork. “Is the guy who is glaring at me your boyfriend?” He inquired, and you were quick to answer that Jaemin was just a friend. Gingerly, you stole a peek at Jaemin. His jaw was tense as he watched you dance with the handsome stranger, internally fuming.

Na Jaemin was acting envious – God, how much you hoped for him to grow a pair and snatch you away. For a brief moment, his eyes met yours, and you smirked, challenging him.

Jaemin liked to think he was a collected person, but now, you were pulling all the right strings to frustrate him. Your previous conversation was short, but the suggestive tone riled him up. Without a shred of doubt, you could seduce a man with ease, and Jaemin cursed himself for actually wondering if he should steal you away. The way that random man’s hands were feeling you up really rubbed him the wrong way.

“Fuck it,” he huffed, downing his mojito in a few large gulps.

Although you were dancing with a talented dancer, your gaze wandered off to Jaemin. You found it incredibly hot when Jaemin was draining his glass. Jaemin’s head was tilted back, giving you a perfect angle to watch him swallow the beverage. Suddenly, you felt thirsty, too.

“I think it’s my turn,” Jaemin yelled over the music, yanking you against his frame.

“What took you so long? I was slowly losing hope,” you jabbed as you bit your lip, letting Jaemin take the lead. “You know salsa? Jaemin, I am impressed,” you added, and Jaemin smirked, enjoying the way his name rolled off your tongue.

“I am a man of many talents,” Jaemin bragged, smirking. You had no idea how much information his statement carried, and your obliviousness amused him. “You have no idea,” he whispered into your ear as he twirled you around. With one hand on your hip, Jaemin danced, leading you through the dance floor. You were in the center of attention, and people seated by the tables watched your sensual performance in awe.

You had no idea how many songs you danced to with Jaemin. Your eyes were trained on his as you swayed to countless melodies. You were so consumed by his lustful gaze you didn’t even notice when the crowd inside the bar decreased by half. Dancing with him felt so intimate you didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings. You were lost in Jaemin’s arms, in the middle of the dance floor, swaying your hips in the brisk rhythm.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Jaemin finally confessed when he couldn’t deal with the sexual tension any longer. He was frustrated beyond reason, and he could only hope the feeling was mutual. He couldn’t be the only one who felt that alluring magnetism between you two.

Instead of giving him your verbal consent, you took the initiative and surged forward, smashing your lips against his. The kiss was needy, desperate even, consuming the both of you. His hands cupped your face to hold you in place as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, making you moan in pleasure.

“Let’s go to your room,” you breathed out, but Jaemin ignored your proposition, pulling you against his chest. Jaemin leaned in to nip at your lip, kissing you with utter passion. It was unlike of him, but you made him unreasonably insatiable. “Jaemin,” you said when he pulled away to take a breath.

If it was up to him, he’d fuck you, right here, right there. Jaemin was so doomed he would’ve railed you in your silly sundress in the middle of the dance floor if you let him. He didn’t even give a shit about the people at the bar; for all he cared, they could stay and watch him make you come.

“Ugh, fine,” Jaemin whined as he pressed his forehead against yours, trying to calm down and think straight. “Let’s go,” he added, giving your butt a playful spank, escorting you out of the dance floor. “Don’t forget your purse, princess,” Jaemin tsked, taking pride in making you fail to remember about your belongings.

Having pushed the button corresponding to the level where his room was, Jaemin turned to you and pressed you against the elevator’s wall, capturing your lips once again. Right now, there were no spectators (maybe except for the staff watching the CCTV tapes), and Jaemin felt shameful enough to sneak his hand under the hem of your sundress.

Jaemin expected you to push him away and nag him, so it came as a surprise to him when you buckled your hips, encouraging him to continue his sinful ministrations.

“Someone’s impatient,” he tutted, smirking at you before he shoved his tongue right back, taking your breath away.

“Look who’s talking,” you challenged as you looked downward, checking out the tent he was sporting in his jeans. “These jeans seem tight. It must hurt,” you cooed in fake sympathy, stretching your arm to feel how hard he already was. Too bad Jaemin grabbed your wrist mid-air, stopping you from teasing him further.

“Don’t do that, princess,” he warned you, holding your hand tightly if you tried to cup his length again despite his protest. Your teasing felt like you had the upper hand in this situation, and it wasn’t what he was used to.

“Fine,” you pouted, deciding not to wriggle your wrist out of his hold.

After a minute of humming to the generic tune, you heard a ping, and the elevator doors slid open. It was a success that you made it to Jaemin’s floor, and the both of you still had your clothes on. You seriously doubted you could keep it together for that long.

Letting go of your hand, Jaemin reached into the back pocket of his jeans to pull out the key card. Quickly, he unlocked the doors and pushed them open, letting you enter first.

“Your room is way better than mine,” you stated in awe, staring at the posh interior. The company should value its employees equally, but there’s nothing you could do to fight the pilot privilege.

“You’re more than welcome to stay in my room,” Jaemin declared, and you smiled, wondering whether he meant it as a regular thing or just tonight. You didn’t peg him for such a considerate person, and you were positively surprised he even made such a proposition.

“Where were we?” You asked as you draped your arms around Jaemin’s neck, pulling him into a fervent kiss. Instantly, Jaemin rested his hands on your butt, holding you tightly against his frame.

“I want to be inside of you so badly,” Jaemin moaned before his lips moved downward, nibbling the delicate skin of your neck. Having you pressed against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his hips, did a number on him.

“Jaemin, wait,” you whispered, craning your neck to the side, hoping he’d stop for a second. “There’s something I need to tell you,” you confessed, trying your best not to give in to your sinful urges. You could feel physical pain because he was too far away, yet you needed to come clean.

“What is it?” Jaemin hummed, paying you little to no attention, hyper-focused on peppering your exposed cleavage with gentle kisses. “I’m sure it can wait until morning,” he added, and you cupped his cheeks, making him face you. “Okay, fine,” Jaemin huffed, ruffling his hair as he took a step back, giving you a chance to speak up. “What is it? I’m listening.”

“I know who you are,” you disclosed, and Jaemin looked at you with a cocked eyebrow in confusion.

“So?”

“You don’t understand. I know who you really are,” you rephrased, hoping Jaemin would get the hint. For a genius fraud, he was pretty slow tonight. Apparently, all of the blood went from his brain down to his crotch. “And I’m not a flight attendant. It’s just an elaborate act.”

“Who do you work for? Interpol? CIA? ” Jaemin barked at you, pressing his forearm against your throat as if you were a threat to him. If you wanted to take him down, you would’ve done so before he had boarded the plane.

“Ew, I am not working for the police,” you revealed, smacking his arm away, taking offense. Did he seriously think that someone from the police could track him down so effortlessly? The law enforcement was just a bunch of idiots – the best police units wouldn’t find Jaemin nearly as quickly as you did. “How could you think that? I am disgusted.”

“Who do you work for then?”

“I’m a part of an elite fraud ring, and I’ve been chosen to recruit you. We don’t really have a name, but the police call us the serpents. Rings any bells?” You explained, and Jaemin bit his lip in thought, trying to organize every piece of information. Given the boner restrained in his jeans, it was a tricky thing to do, but Jaemin tried his best to focus.

“I’m flattered but not interested,” Jaemin spoke, letting out all of the air he didn’t realize he was holding in. “I appreciate the effort, but I am retiring. Do me a favor and see yourself out.”

In all honesty, you didn’t expect Jaemin to react the way he did. You didn’t anticipate him to gladly accept your invitation per se, but his current apathy took you by surprise. Although Jaemin seemed somewhat tired of the chase, he wasn’t the type of a person to give up.

“It’s not a proposition you can turn down like that,” you started, trying to reason with him.

“I just did,” Jaemin answered stubbornly, cocking up his right eyebrow, curious about your next move. “How did you even get in?” He folded his arms, awaiting your villain origin story.

If one had to compare your nefarious achievements with Jaemin’s – you’re the big fish. Your villainous resume was filled with plenty of spectacular heists, one of which even brought you international fame. The diamond heist, which you flawlessly orchestrated and helped to conduct, was widely known among law enforcement as well as the public.

“New Year’s Eve Snow Ball, Macao. Two years ago,” you revealed, and Jaemin looked at you in complete shock. No, it was not possible. There was no way you were the brain behind the coup de maître of heists. Jaemin couldn’t believe he was in the presence of crime royalty.

“You gotta be shitting me,” Jaemin chuckled, having trouble believing you. “There’s no way it was you. No. You wouldn’t be an errand girl, headhunting low profile conmen if that’s true,” he rambled, feeling a bit intimidated after knowing of your criminal past.

“I’m just passing the time until a good opportunity presents itself,” you stated with a smile, quick to explain your temporary hiatus. “Besides, it was quite fun. Tracking you down, I mean. You’re really good at what you do,” you genuinely admitted, hoping your compliment would stroke his ego. You’re obviously better, but his skills were nonetheless admirable.

“Thank you for your offer, but even if I wasn’t retiring, I would still have to reject it. With all due respect – I work alone,” Jaemin confessed, and you rolled your eyes, knowing it wouldn’t be a piece of cake to convince him. “Now, please leave. I’ve got stuff to do,” he added, looking down at his erection, desperate to tend to his primal needs.

“Couldn’t you think about it?” you cooed when you walked up to him, adjusting his collar. “It’s more a matter of membership rather than commission. Don’t worry; you get to keep all of your autonomy. You will also have clearance for all resources,” you carried on, the mixture of his cologne and sweat distracting you. “There are also other benefits included, like, for example, unlimited access to undetectable private islands, a wide net of connections, free healthcare, and many more.”

“Sounds too good to be true,” Jaemin concluded as he grabbed your wrists, pulling them away. “Where’s the catch?” He challenged, trying to intimidate you by staring into your eyes. Unfortunately, you felt more aroused than daunted.

“There’s none,” you grinned, whipping your phone out of your purse to mail him the first draft of the membership contract. You had signed almost an identical one shortly after your infamous Snow Ball heist, and being a part of this elite association was a pleasure. “Please read it in your free time,” you added, putting your phone away.

Jaemin didn’t want to entertain the thought of actually giving it a look. It took him a while to come to a conclusion to terminate his criminal lifestyle and settle down somewhere far away from trouble. At first, it was fun, and it provided him with adrenaline highs, but it was his time to quit. Jaemin had more than enough money to live a comfortable life, so why would he risk it for thrills?

“Ugh, I’ll think about it,” Jaemin whispered, turning his face to the side as he caved. Although he was adamant about quitting, the idea of an off-grid private island tickled his fancy.

“I’d really appreciate it,” you added, reaching over to the buckle of his belt, pulling him closer. “Wouldn’t it be exciting to work with me from time to time? Or just sunbathing on the beach where no one could find you?” You sighed, your eyes closed as your imagination conjured these sensational prospects.

“What are you doing?” Jaemin asked, looking down at your hands which were unclasping his belt.

“Why are you acting so coy now?” You challenged with a raised eyebrow as you pulled the belt out of Jaemin’s jeans’ hoops, tossing it onto the floor in one fluid motion. “We can’t let work-talk ruin our night. I had high hopes. Or do you feel emasculated now that you know who I am?”

“What? No,” Jaemin said, quick to deny your groundless accusations. You were a famous individual among frauds, but it didn’t bother him that much. You were like a celebrity, yet his ego remained intact. “Quite the opposite, actually,” he smirked, staring at you fondly.

Despite your impure intentions of approaching him, you were obviously into him. Jaemin was a lot of things, but he definitely wasn’t oblivious. He wouldn’t be petty enough to turn you down when you were so eager to get into his pants. If anything, he was pleased with your needy attitude.

“Seeing you so desperate to fuck me turns me on,” he confessed, inching forward, letting his lips hover above yours. Jaemin’s feather-like touch caressed your face while his hips kept rolling against your abdomen, making you purr in elation. “Will you be a good girl for me?” Jaemin whispered as his hand slipped under your sundress to fiddle with the hem of your panties.

“Please,” you breathed out, brushing your nose against his before you kissed him, nipping on his bottom lip. “I need you,” you whispered in-between hungry kisses, trying to release his restrained erection out of his jeans. “Jaemin, take me.”

Your desperate pleas were music to his ears. Maybe if he wasn’t sexually frustrated, he’d tease you. However, right now, he needed you as much as you needed him. Hastily, Jaemin pushed your thighs apart with his knee and pulled down your panties, tossing them next to his forsaken belt.

“You’ve never answered my question, princess,” Jaemin murmured before his lips peppered little kisses down your exposed neck and collarbones. His knuckles dug into your sides as he rubbed your front against him.

“Yes, please. I’ll be good,” you breathed out, your eyes shut as you focused on Jaemin’s mouth against your skin. “Jaemin,” you moaned, grabbing his hand and guiding it to your entrance. You appreciated his tender ministrations, but now, you just needed him to fuck you with his fingers.

Grinning against your skin, Jaemin ran his fingers against your wet folds, fiddling with your clit. As soon as you felt his touch, you let a puff. Calmly, he spread your essence all over your pussy before he returned to pinching and rubbing your sensitive core.

While Jaemin worked you up, you decided to return the favor and cup his erection through his jeans. Perhaps, it wasn’t something a good girl would do, but you were sure Jaemin would let it slide.

Acting on his urges, he rubbed his manhood against your hand, so you considered it a perfect moment to take it a step further. Carefully, you undid his jeans and slid your hand underneath the hem of his boxers to give his twitching cock a few cautious strokes.

“You can fuck me now. I can take it,” you urged him, rubbing precum against the length of his cock.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Jaemin whispered in a low register as he pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling your walls stretch around them slowly. “Are you sure? I beg to differ,” he remarked, pumping his fingers in and out with a mischievous smirk.

The squelching sounds of your core mixed well with your shallow breaths, turning you on even more. You were hissing Jaemin’s name right into his ear as he prepped you. In no time, he learned where to stroke to get desperate moans out of you, unscrupulously making a mess of you.

“I can’t,” you whined, unable to go any longer without his cock inside of you. Jaemin’s fingers drove you insane, but you wanted to squirm around his throbbing cock. “Fuck me.”

“You gotta work on your good girl act,” Jaemin remarked as he withdrew his hand only to abruptly yank his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His erection sprung out of the fabric, proudly pulsating with excitement. “Do you have a condom on you?” Jaemin asked, tsking at you when you shook your head.

“I’ll make sure to be prepared the next time,” you eagerly replied as if you tried to make up for your not-so-good behavior.

“Wait here,” Jaemin ordered, and you leaned against the wall obediently, watching him head towards the bedroom. Not even a minute later, he came back, flashing you a small packaging between his fingers.

These pilot privileges were starting to annoy you. There wasn’t a single mini bar of chocolate on your bed, but Jaemin’s room came packed with condoms! At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised to find a whole welcome basket in his bedroom.

Staring into your eyes hungrily, Jaemin ripped the packaging with his teeth, rolling it down his erection. There was nothing special about it, but it got you rubbing your thighs in anticipation.

“Come on,” he urged you, grabbing you by your ass to help you jump and wrap your legs around his hips. “Hold on tight, princess,” he added, pressing you tightly against the wall as he grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance.

Your sundress was flowing around your middle, obstructing your view. You didn’t really mind it, though. Jaemin’s pounds were sturdy and fast, and you squeezed your eyes shut, pure delight taking over you.

“Fuck,” you cursed, buckling your hips against him, deepening his thrusts. “Like that,” you chanted, feeling your orgasm within your reach. “Jaemin!” You shrieked, arching your back, paying no attention to your volume. With Jaemin’s cock stuffed deep inside of you, decency was the last thing on your mind.

With his hands on your ass, squeezing it, and his mouth on your cleavage sucking yet another hickey, you were losing it. Chasing your release, you rolled your hips, brushing your clit against his pelvic bone, making Jaemin grunt.

“I won’t last much longer,” you panted, running your hands through Jaemin’s silky hair, pulling him closer against your skin. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head to the back, shoving your breasts right into his face.

“Just come then,” Jaemin urged, pounding at the last bits of energy. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, but he never quivered, determined to get you off first. “Be a good girl and come around my cock,” he carried on, whispering dirty words into your ear, nipping on your earlobe.

His pace was much slower, but he made it up with deep and hurt thrusts. Earlier, you were able actively respond by rolling your hips or pulling him closer, but right now, you could only accept his ministrations, floating in pleasure. You were feeling so good, but when Jaemin slightly changed the angle and stoked your g-spot, you lost your grip on reality.

“Fuck,” you shouted as you reached your high, squeezing around Jaemin’s erection so hard that he came inside the condom just a few seconds later. With his forehead pressed against your, Jaemin kept thrusting through your orgasm until you rode it out.

“You were incredible,” you confessed with a goofy smile upon your face before you pressed the gentlest peck against his swollen lips. You didn’t quite come down from your cloud nine yet. Despite the dirty deed you and Jaemin indulged in, you felt giddy.

“Your pussy is too good,” Jaemin confessed, stealing a quick kiss from you too. “Can you stand still?” Jaemin asked, and when you nodded, he slid out of you and carefully helped you off his hips. Smiling like an idiot, you watched Jaemin discard the condom and pull up his jeans.

“What are you doing?” You asked in confusion, smirking at him. “We’re nowhere close to being done,” you added, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bed.

You still could walk just fine, and you wanted Jaemin to change that.

***

You stirred awake past nine o’clock. The sheets were soft, and your body was still tingling nicely after all the nasty things Jaemin had done with you. If only you could, you’d stay in bed until evening and enjoy its warmth and comfort.

Having stretched your arms, you discovered you were alone.

Jaemin was gone.

Were you surprised?

Not really.

Were you disappointed?

Kind of.

You were hoping for one more round before you’d have to get ready for another flight.

Having rubbed your eyes, you looked around the hotel room. You couldn’t hear running water in the en-suite bathroom. Jaemin’s suitcase was nowhere to be found, either. There was your sundress on the floor next to your strapless bra. Grumbling, you stood up and got dressed.

Unfortunately, your panties seemed to have gone missing, and you had a sneaking suspicion Jaemin was behind their disappearance.

“The audacity of this guy,” you bitched under your breath as you noticed a pilot’s cap sitting on top of the coffee table on the other side of the room. Swiftly, you marched over there, realizing there was a tiny paper plane inside it.

‘Read me’, said the writing on the paper’s plane’s wing.

Groaning, you unwrapped the piece of paper and straightened it with your hands to read the note Jaemin had left for you, possibly justifying his premature departure.

‘Catch me if you can’.

‘P.S. I hope you do that soon.’

Having read the message, you smirked and crumbled the paper in your fist.

Of course, Jaemin would pull shit like this.

However, you found him once; without a shred of doubt, you can do that again.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet angel

With a heart of gold, sweet lips, and white lace all over your body — he’s pretty sure you’re his sweet angel.

REQUEST. lingerie under his white button up shirt for gojo + somnophilia + established relationship + oblivious reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, somnophilia, mentions of insecurity, very slight angst, creampie, cockwarming, body marking, UNEDITED

NOTES. I haven’t written Gojo for a while but I sure do missed it! We’re gonna have more Gojo content this week too! if i finish my wips anyway lmao

The clock blinks back a painful three am to you, the time way past what Gojo’s promised. You don’t stop the sigh leaving your cherry red lips as you stare at the mirror, jaw clenching at the sight. Today’s supposed to be your second anniversary with Gojo, and instead of spending it on a skyscraper dinner like last year’s, you both insisted on staying at home for a more romantic date instead.

Him being the strongest sorcerer, it’s only a given that he’ll be busy, even to this day. He’s unable to take a day off, but he promised to come home on time.

The dinner’s gone cold, the candles melted and aroma of roses sticking hard to the walls. You’re wearing his favourite black dress paired with ankle boots, wrists clinking from the bangles and makeup done to perfection. Today’s supposed to be simple, quiet, and romantic – especially with your surprise for him – but he’s still not home.

Washing your face in the sink and covering the dishes, you blow out the candles, heading back to your shared room to call it a day. You swipe your dress with Gojo’s white button, wanting to feel that he’s still with you even with just his scent.

A blaring red that reads three forty-five is the last thing you see as you burrow deep into the covers, trying your best to ignore the panging in your heart.

He promised he’d be home soon.

“Honey! I’m ho—” Gojo blinks at the darkness of your penthouse, hands patting the walls before flicking on the lights. He’s not surprised to see that it’s neat as usual, but then his gaze lands on the dining table, and that’s when he realizes he’s fucked up.

The candles are already melted halfway, one wine glass still and the other already washed in the sink. You must’ve taken a few sips as you waited for him; an image he can imagine already. He’s admired you long before dating you that Gojo’s used to your habits, like how you’d rotate the drink in your glass three times before you drink, tongue darting out to taste the wine mixing in with your lips.

He knows all this, mostly because it always drives him crazy when you do that, and he’s lost count of the times he’s pushed you up against the counter, shoving his tongue between your lips to find out what it is about wine and flavoured lipsticks you liked so much.

It’s a little hellish to him the more he thinks about it, even more so because you’re completely unaware of your effect on him.

But he’s not the only one, since no matter how perceptive Gojo could be, he’s scatterbrained more often than he likes to admit. And of fucking course he forgot tonight was your anniversary. He never set dates on his calendars, waving his hand and confidently stating he had an ultra memory and didn’t need reminders.

Well, now that ultra memory is reminding him of the last time he’s forgot to attend your work event, a time you needed him more than anything else, and you didn’t talk to him for a week straight.

He wishes you would shout at him, push or shove him even, call him names and tell him he’s horrible, but you’ve always been a sweet, little thing – you’re timid even in your frustration. You never glared at him, never scolded him, and it’s even more terrifying because you’re still so sweet to him – preparing him meals, giving him a kiss before he leaves for work – but Gojo isn’t entirely dumb. He notices how you turn away from him in your sleep, your arms that would usually be wrapped around his torso now hugging yourself in an attempt to make yourself small and invisible.

That’s how you felt every time Gojo doesn’t keep to his word.

Unseen. Unloved. Unheard. Unimportant. He’s no mind reader, but it’d be pushing it if he can’t even turn to your thoughts like that.

And even in your slumber, it’s written all over your face, evident in the way tears are staining your cheeks under the sheets. Gojo sighs upon seeing your crumpled form on the bed, your dress hanging neatly from the closet and your heels placed beneath it. He crouches down in front of the shoe, his hands crumpled into fists. This wasn’t just any shoe – it’s the one he made you get during that time you were debating whether you could pull it off, but he encouraged you that you looked gorgeous in anything. Despite having bought it a long time ago, you never wore it, only on this day because you trust your comfort and safety around him; one he’s so effortlessly crushed.

Gojo quickly changes into his pyjamas not long afterwards, sliding himself next to your body in slow, careful movements to not wake you up. Aside from a slight stir, you remain deep asleep, the frown permanent and deep on your face.

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because he knows he’s the one who caused it.

Gojo runs his hand across the apple of your cheeks, caressing your precious face on his palm before leaning forward to kiss your head. You smell amazing too, and yet, you’re uncomfortable with whatever’s playing in your head. He could take a good guess and assume it’s him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, sliding his arm over your body to pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to forget, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He knows he should apologize when you’re awake, but he wants to say it now before his guilt eats up at him. Gojo’s eyes flutter close when his hands come into contact with something...lacey, and he pauses, lifting the sheets to inspect the material. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but his breath stutters anyway, his aquamarine eyes zeroed in on his shirt draped over your form, the top three buttons left open and you’re not wearing shorts.

Gojo curses under his breath. His reaction is immediate; blood rushing to his groin and legs nudging yours apart. He doesn’t bother hiding under the sheets not anymore as he runs his hand over your body, his touch suddenly so cold in contrast to your warmth.

He’s fucked you a lot of times in different places and angles, so he shouldn’t be so nervous, yet he is, and his hands are fucking shaking.

His head snaps to your one more time, revelling in the way you open your legs just as he pries them apart. Even in your sleep, you’re still so trusting, so wanting – so perfect for him. Gojo situates himself between your thighs as he unbuttons your shirt one by one, his teeth clenched so hard it wouldn’t be anything surprising if he actually cracked his jaw.

You’re nothing short of looking like an angel; the thigh straps squeezing the flesh of your thighs and exuding such heavenly beauty he’s stunned.

You let out a sigh at his erection rubbing you through his boxers, completely unaware that Gojo’s fallen back on his thighs, eyes wide at the white lingerie set clad in your body. He licks at his lips, debating which land he should trudge on first.

The thigh straps he wants to rip with his fingers, the white lace panty that’s already nearly transparent with your arousal, or the frilly cups holding your breasts in place?

This is the first time Gojo’s gotten close to losing his mind, and lose his mind he did. Thoughts of making it up to you flies out the window, his emotions running turbulent with anger and regret in place. If he’d just gotten home, if he’d just killed the curses faster, he could’ve kissed you and heard you beg for him in your awakened state; he’d have the pleasure of seeing you squirm under him while he rips this pretty set apart.

His dick throbs harder at the fact you wore this for him, but you must’ve been so tired and sad to wear proper pyjamas. Should he be thankful? Angry at himself for making you feel this way?

He doesn’t fucking now, his mind is nothing but a mess as he sucks a wet spot into the juncture of your neck, large hands groping your breast. You mewl a little at the contact, neck arching to the side while you sigh, that slight dip in your brow a telltale you must be still in a sleepy daze.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters through pants as he cups your mound, only to be met with such astounding wetness. You look so innocent right now in comparison to your soft moans that it ruins him. You’re a good girl, such a sweet lover for him that you’re always letting him take in charge under the trust he’ll make you feel good. This trust is extended even in your wildest dreams, but you don’t need to worry about that. He’ll soon make it a reality.

Gojo is too needy that he doesn’t bother pulling your thong off anymore, pulling it to the side with two fingers before his thumb flicks at your clit. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale, cheeks planted to the pillows and you look so pretty, so hauntingly oblivious that the only thing able to pull the strongest sorcerer limb by limb apart is through your needy wet cunt.

He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning when his tip is coated with your slick, the warmth of your pussy radiating off of him. It’s fucking stupid that Gojo shivers, and he knows it’s pathetic because he chuckles, lifting both your legs up before he hugs them to his chest.

You’re so wet that Gojo no longer finds the need to prepare you, his eyes falling down to where your bodies connect, breath taken away at how your lips eagerly spread apart to take him in. He’s a little too big for your tiny, sweet pussy that your lips pinch into a flat line, chest rasping up and down.

He wants to apologize, wants to caress your face and look you in the eyes as usual to tell you that you’re doing good, just breathe and the pain will be gone soon.

The situation deprives him of that privilege, so he’s left with no choice but to kiss your ankles affectionately before thrusting all the way in. A loud moan echoes around the room the moment he’s seated in, dick throbbing inside your heated pussy that’s so tight it’s nearly suffocating.

“Oh, my baby,” he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to completely wake you up despite the fact you’re unconsciously grabbing the sheets already. “My sweet, pretty angel – I’m so sorry daddy couldn’t fuck you tonight but look at you, you’re so wet,” he bites your calf at the last word to muffle his groans, the tight sucking in of your pussy to his length making his cock throb. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, hm? You must be so unsatisfied, but I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gojo’s unable to keep his promise to you before, but he’ll definitely keep this promise now. He leaves little love marks at your skin, reaching forward to tug the cups of your bra down. He’s rewarded with the intoxicating luxury of watching your breasts bounce at his pace, your nipples the only thing stopping the material from completely falling.

You mewl at the pleasure he’s giving you, the constant friction of your hardened buds against the cups must be so heavenly by now, and you’re tightening around him, walls clamped down over his dick that Gojo never wants to let go.

He thrusts harder this time in response to your greedy sucking, his tip kissing your cervix. You throw your head back deeper into the pillows, hands patting every spot beside you. He knows that look all too well – mouth falling open, eyes shut tight, brows pinched together and that angelic little pant – it’s the face you always wear when you’re about to cum and Gojo wants to make it up to you, pushing your legs to the side before heaving his weight forward.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “Coming already?”

The sudden stretch in your body only has your walls sucking him harder, his hips stuttering in its pace. Gojo kisses you flat on the lips as his hands thread to yours, squeezing it momentarily just as pleasure washes over him too. You come first, the spasms of your cunt similar to that one time you’ve accidentally gripped him too hard in your hand that Gojo’s cum suddenly landed on your eye. It’s tight, too fucking tight, that Gojo actually loses the ability to breathe.

His hips snap harder, dick driving deeper into your hole that’s already leaking out with cum. Your precious lingerie set is ruined, guaranteed to get him another pout that Gojo shakes his head, gripping hard at your hips while he chases his own high.

“I’ll get you another one, angel, I’ll buy you – fuck! – all the sets you need if it means dressing pretty for me like this,” he stutters in one breath, mouth latching around your nipple. He tugs at it in his need to reach his breaking point, no longer caring that you’ll wake up anytime soon, not when he’s so close and the squelching of your pussy sounds like heavenly music to his ears. Gojo thrusts in one last time hard enough that his balls make a loud slapping sound against your ass, but he doesn’t slide out, keeping himself right deep into your cunt in his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Gojo falls on top of you, thankfully still strong enough to not crush you with his weight. He’s leaving fluttering kisses all over your face, your sweat slicking his skin.

He wants to pull out from the sensitivity, but you feel so warm and comfortable that Gojo plops down to the side, hugging your back and kissing your shoulder with panted breaths. You’re still recovering from the tremors of your orgasm that’s most likely still a dream to you, body trembling in his arms. Gojo does you a favour by throwing your bra to the side, his hands acting as a replacement for the missing piece.

He sighs onto your neck, barely managing to properly cover the both of your bodies in his exhaustion after a long day. He holds you close and tight in his arms, an I love you merely audible from his lips, followed by a regretful I’m sorry.

Gojo dreads tomorrow morning, in all honesty. There’s no easy way to explain that he “simply forgot” after all your efforts, his heart already darkening with the fear of seeing you pull away like you did the last time. His eyes droop down as he makes a mental note to just do whatever he can, but you’re stirring in his arms, lips puckered at the edge of his jaw.

“Satoru,” you whisper, hands tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

Soft snores follow after that, but Satoru is wide awake just as you’ve fallen asleep once more. He’s left speechless, and he doesn’t hold back in hugging you closer to his chest as a silent promise of never leaving you alone again. Even now, you’re still such a sweet angel, and how lucky is he to find someone like that?

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