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y2kmcblingirliee · 1 month

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Pairings -|Dom!Kate, Mean!Kate| |sub!reader| Kate x Black Fem Reader

cw: first person pov praise kink/ slight degradation |

I was scrolling through my daily dose of edits of my girlfriend. screaming & kicking her feet at how hot she is. Waiting for Kate to get home. Usually I would go to practice with her, but this day I was feeling very tired so I decided to stay home. I cut off my phone & turned on my favorite show “HeartBreak High” to binge watch the new season. Before I could even watch the first episode I go & grab some snacks from the pantry. I grab some cookies & hot Cheetos. I go back to me & Kate’s shared room. I start to get really into the show until I hear a knock door. I went to go open the door & I see Kate standing there with her basketball bag & some flowers. (Ps, they’re my favorite kind!!) Kate leans in to give me a kiss & hands me the flowers. We go to my room.

Kate tells me “Baby, there is this party you wanna come be my plus 1?” I say “of course you know i love parties!!” So we both get in the shower together. Of course Kate is being all touchy, but we continue showering. I put on my cute little outfit. Kate is eyeing me up & down. She said “Baby, you look so good.” & slaps my ass.

She holds my hand & walks with me to the car. As Kate is driving she puts her hand on my thigh. I’m taking selfies on my phone of me & her. Kate decided to start touching on the waist band of my pants & puts her hand inside of my thong. So of course I turn to look at Kate & I’m like “Babe, what are you doing?” She says “My hand is just cold” with a smile on her face as she leans in to give me a kiss. Kate continues to drive with her hand in my pants. I put my phone in my bag & listen to Kate’s Playlist. Kate continues to finger me as she’s driving. I start to moan at the sudden stop. Kate takes her fingers out and licks on them & continues driving as if she just wasn’t in me..

So I start begging. Saying things like “Baby, that felt so good please put your hand back.” & kissing her neck & saying “Baby, can you just roll your seat back please.” To her saying “No, Y/N I need to drive us to this party, okay?” So of course I sit with a pout, cross my arms & I turn to the window acting very dramatic! (Which I mean who wouldn’t, I was just about to come..) Kate just laughs at the fact & continues driving.

After what felt like forever we finally get to the party! I see my friends, I go over and start talking to Hannah & Jada. We are all talking until I turn my head & I see Kate just eyeing me down from across the room. So I tell them I’ll be right back, I go to grab a drink & walk over to where Kate is standing. I say “Hi baby, what are you doing.” & Kate holds onto my waist & puts me in front of her.

While she’s kissing up on my neck. As she’s kissing me I smell the Victory Golden on her mouth. I turn around and whisper to her “Babe, aren’t you speaking to your friends, I just want to check up on you.” Kate starts to eye me down & whisper back to me & say “Baby, honestly I just want to be in you right now..” So I laugh & I walk off, mid way Kate slaps my ass. I continue walking back over to my friends.

I go back over to Hannah, Jada. Kennise FINALLY came to the party after taking what felt like forever to get ready. Of course “sexy redd - Get it sexyy” comes on! So of course the three of us walk over and start acting BADD. We are all twerking on each other & having so much fun! I look across the room & see Kate sitting down with a cup of what looks like don julio in her hand, with her legs spread out watching me dance. I see her laughing with Caitlin. I walk over & sit on Kate’s lap. I start to kiss on her while begging her to come dance with me! Which she says “Of course baby cmon.” I grab her hand & they change the song to “It bend like Banana by Vybz Kartel” Obviously I start whining on her. Don’t let Kate’s whiteness fool you she can buss down behind a few whines.

As I’m dancing, she starts to kiss on my neck again & starts saying “baby let’s go home. I want you.” I say “but baby, I’m having so much fun though!” Kate says back “I know baby, I know. But I want to make you feel real good alright mama?” I say Okay to her and hold her hand as we start saying bye to our friends. Eventually We get to our car. Kate quickly starts the car & gets us home asap. Kate starts to make out with me as I’m trying to unlock the front door so it takes a minute, until I finally get the door open which felt like AGES. We start to walk up the stairs & Kate pushes me on the bed. Kate starts to take off her shirt & pants. I start to do the same but she stops me & says “Baby, I’ll do that for you.” Kate takes off my shirt & my pants leaving me in only my thong & bra. She starts to kiss down my whole body & she goes down near my thighs. She gets close to my pussy & takes off my thong with her teeth. As she does that she starts to eat me out. I start tapping her as a signal to stop. So Kate lifts her head. She says “What?” & I tell her I’m getting a call.

She says “Okay well try to stay quiet then, You wanted it so bad didn’t you?” Kate drops from under me. She goes in the bathroom she puts her hair in a bun, she grabs my silk scarf & bonnet. I answer the call. I’m talking on the phone with my friend. Kate comes over & starts to wrap my hair for me but she says “your gonna need it, it’s gonna be a long night.” She winks at me & starts to go down and kiss my thighs. I say to my friend “No, but yeah we should definitely go to that party. I mean it would be a bunch of fun.” Kate starts to eat me out at this point. So I'm stuttering & moaning. She’s making me look a hot mess, until I eventually just hang up the phone. Kate says “Oh no why’d you hang up on your friend?” I say “I couldn’t handle speaking & having your tongue on me.”

Kate starts smiling like the cocky motherfucker she is. I say but you can continue now. Kate says “no, I’m done I’m gonna go shower.” & I’m like “wait that’s all?” Kate says “Be grateful for what I give you, I could’ve gave you nothing at all.” With her winking & walking to the bathroom. I just turned over & went to sleep thinking how can Kate be so cruel.. Kate gets into the bed & cuddles up with me as I have my little pout on my face. Kate just starts to kiss me a bunch till the pout goes away & forms into a smile. We fall asleep together.

I hope you enjoyed!!

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mrz-fushiguro-types · 2 months

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His Cargo pt. 2

Series: perviously on His Cargo, You felt completely helpless as you catch Geto in another lie; yet Your bestfriend Shoko has this bright idea, and to you it’s the dumbest idea you’ve ever heard, but you can’t help but think about it, maybe Fucking Satoru Gojo, wouldn’t be so bad. Right?

Warnings: intense orgasm, DISGUSTING talk. Smut, intense cumming, cream pie, over whelming pleasure, exhaustion, and ts gets a little sad too.

A/n: Thank you all so much for the love I’ve received from pt. 1! I never knew any of you guys would love anything like this but I’m glad you do! And to the people tagged thank you so much for commenting. @ll0rona @darknarratives0 @iluv-ace and @sunset-euphoria enjoy the story!💙

I’ll post Part 3 once this reaches 100 notes!

Days had passed since you’ve seen or heard from Geto, and you figured maybe it was better that way, though it completely killed you inside. Shoko had been anything but help on your healing heart, but she was there; and that was enough for you.

Plus you still didn’t have a phone

“Okay but you have to come out tonight, it’s gonna be a big party at club Paradies tonight,” you arch your eyebrow at your best friend, “the club Su owns.” You say in a deadpan tone making Shoko stop in her tracks, rethinking, “oh shit I actually forgot that; but Satoru owns it too.” She says elbowing you gently.

You sigh, for the past couple of days your bestfriend has been trying to have you Crack Satoru, and not that he was ugly because, he wasn’t; but he was Suguru’s bestfriend, that was such an old classic move; something you’d never do.

But to make your bestfriend happy you sigh in defeat, “it seems like you had a little night planned out so, I mind as well go..” you say making your bestfriend squeal in excitement, “oh I have the perfect dress for you to wear!” She says hopping up, causing you to smile, Shoko never gets excited for things like this, she must be turning a new leaf.

You roll your dark red lipstick onto your lips puckering your lips at the mirror as you jam to Shoko’s music you loved your best friends music taste.

“Don Julio made me a fool for you..” you sing along putting on your necklace. Shoko walks into the bathroom fixing her dress, “speaking of Don Julio,” she says turning the music down, “don’t get too drunk tonight—“ she warns pointing her finger at you.

You cackle, “alright Mom I’m not..I don’t wanna— make a mistake..” you say grabbing your purse, “what do you mean by “mistake?” ” She air quotes, grabbing her keys to which you shrug your shoulders, “I dunno—like fucking Satoru Gojo..” you answer just to have Shoko roll her eyes, “would that really be a mistakkke?” She says in a joking tone.

Shoko didn’t fully understand why she agreed to any of this, but she hated seeing You sad, she’s known you for a while and to her you were really like a little sister, she couldn’t help if she got you into unforgettable situations.

“Yes..” you reply rubbing your arm Suguru still on your mind, and to be honest, you secretly hoped he’d be there; putting on makeup and listening to music was the only thing that kept you from falling over and crying your heart empty. Shoko rolls her eyes “whatever; just have fun tonight idiot, you’ve had a rough couple of days and I’m tired of seeing you so heart broken over that man.” She pushes you out of the kitchen and out of the door.

Saturo pushed on his necklace that perfectly blended with his black shirt, as he buckled his pants; his bestfriend on hiatus at the moment all because of the dumb shit he did.

Satoru couldn’t recall a time when Geto was this heart broken; it almost made him gag, he picked up the phone and FaceTimed his bestfriend, to which he didn’t answer—“huh? Weird must be asleep.” He shrugged it off putting on his cologne; he figured he’d check in later, the man hasn’t called him in a little over a week so he depicted he wasn’t showing to the club tonight.

He pushed on his coat and his glasses and left out of the house, driving quickly to the club; it was opening night after a while of the club being shut down because of “improper” documents. But after the two friends worked hard to get the place back up and running; tonight was the grand re’reopening.

And man was he excited, tonight’s the night You’re going to be there. With Suguru out of the way.

With the mixture of your turning stomach at the thought that you’d see your ex at His club tonight, and Shoko’s driving. You felt like shit; but you couldn’t help the feeling of your heart filling with excitement as Shoko paid for the booth you two were gonna sit at; and the dimmed party lights with music playing from the DJ on his Pedestal; in all honesty—this was your first time coming to a club.

And finally once you sit down and take in the atmosphere, you start to calm down. “I’ve actually never been here,” you say turning your attention to your bestfriend coming over with two lemon drop martinis.

“I have, I came to support them on their first day here—place was a complete shit show..” said Shoko as she handed you your glass, “but it seems like they made it a whole lot better. “ she said sitting next to you.

You giggle at her comment taking a sip from your glass, you prayed tonight just went the way you planned, getting exceptionally drunk and enjoying your night.

Suddenly the crowd gets extra loud when a certain someone walks in and it catches your attention, and makes your stomach drop as if your were falling, you thought it would be Geto; but of course it was no one other than Satoru Gojo himself. Waving his hands at girls that almost fell over the rail to get to him; he was That fine.

Yet despite how he made your heart flutter when you saw him, nothing was ever going to top how Suguru made you feel, it was out of this world, both good and bad.

Shoko elbows you gently tilting her head towards the white haired man, “where’s Geto?” She ask, figuring maybe you’d know since you go back to the man so much, You shrug your shoulders dumbfounded; “I have no idea,” you say looking over Gojo’s shoulder for Geto, you had hoped he came up to you and tried to talk to you, and hopefully really apologize.

Your shoulders slouched a bit when you saw the doors close behind him and Shoko touched your shoulder in support, she knew what you wanted; and who you wanted to see.

Satoru sighed after he gets settled, it was hard being the most liked, a lot of weight to carry; but now he had a mission, to find you. Shoko did say they’d both be there tonight, and with Geto MIA; he had a chance to actually get to know you, and to try his hardest to fill your heart, even if it was just for the night.

He turned his attention to the front of the club the flashing lights and countless people jumping up and down to the music; yet when he turned his attention to the back of the club his eyes lit up, there you were, sitting up next to Shoko, time to put this distraction plan to use.

You sigh at your disappointment, laying back against the booth, Shoko looks down at you her hand never moving, “don’t be discouraged y/n..maybe it’s best if you two don’t see eachother tonight,” you scoff playfully fighting through your disappointed tears, “you’re just saying that because Satoru is here.” You say looking up at your bestfriend who had an oblivious look on her face, “huh? I dunno what you’re talking about.” Making you roll your eyes and shake your head.

Satoru stopped in his tracks when he felt his phone Vibrate, he grabbed his phone unlocking it to Geto’s text message, and the message himself made him furrow his brows in anger;

𝓓𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓼

You called? I was with rose I didn’t have time to check my phone.

Said the message, Gojo scoffed at how stupid Suguru was, why complain about a problem you caused if you aren’t taking the proper steps to fix it, and here you are, waiting for him. He knew you didn’t show up to Paradies for him, he knew you showed up for Geto.

But he was betting to himself that by the end of the night, that would change.

Fuck it, why stick to bro code when he knew you needed to be pampered, Satoru was too much of a ladies man to leave a broken heart unintended.

And so, he made his way over to you, causing Shoko to help you sit up straight sneakily pointing to the man walking up behind you, and when you turned he instantly caught your attention.

You never actually paid much attention to Gojo, but tonight he looked so hot. His white hair was styled back out of his face his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose revealing his glowing blue eyes, and his smile, God as soon as you saw it, it lit up your heart.

That was weird, were you—crushing over Gojo? the man stopped in front of your booth with a simple “what’s up..?” And a small smile as he watched you straighten up in your seat, you put down your glass looking up at the tall male, Shoko walks over punching him in the arm to which he hisses and holds his arm grumbling in annoyance, “what the hell was that for?” He asked rubbing his now sore arm.

“Number one, you deserve it and you have to take what your friend can’t get, he is yourrr friend.” She said with an evil laugh as you shake your head taking a sip from your glass. “Next time go to his house or something shit..” he says sliding into the booth sitting right next to you.

“My “hey” was really meant for you Y/n, how ya doin?” He asked capturing your full attention now. A feeling washed over you when he looked at you with those soft eyes, it captivated you, and it definitely kept you interested, “I’m doing okay..it’s been a while since we spoke, how about you?” You answer with a kind smile.

Satoru tilts his head at your question, a sign of thinking plastered on his face, “hmm, I’m been good I can’t complain, you enjoying the club?” He asks taking his glasses off shoving them in his coat pocket. You think of his question for a bit before smiling, “yeah it’s cool, I can’t believe how comfy it is in here, this is my first time ever going to a club.“ Shoko scuffs “yeah she’s old, you have to drag her ass out of the bed just to get her to go somewhere.” That revealing of information makes you blush.

Satoru chuckled with a little shrug, “so? What’s wrong with a home body?” He looked down at you studying your adorable figure with his eyes, looking at you up close like this felt almost illegal to him.

“Exactly! I told her that, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to stay home and watch movies all day,” you say trying to defend yourself causing Satoru to let out a small bubbly laugh, “nothing wrong with it at all, I’m actually more of a home body myself, me being here is just crucially for work.” He states tapping his slender fingers against the table.

He wanted to peel every piece of clothing you had on right there, it was something about you that drove him to that, you were so cute but the thing that drew him to you more was that, he could see right through you.

Four more shots later and Satoru had you cackling as if he was a comedian, why was everything he said so funny? “Whaaat? Me almost losing my life is hilarious to you?” You shake your head reaching for the shot glass “no, you being overly dramatic about a dog chasing you is hilarious..” you correct, still finding the whole situation laughable.

He puts his hand on yours when you reach for another shot, “maybe you should slow down? Hm-“ he slid the shot glass out of your reach, to which you roll your eyes “why, I’m a big girl I can handle my liquor,” you say to which he chuckled in response.

“Because if you get too drunk and end up making a mistake or leaving with some dude I’ll feel responsible for it..” he answered taking the shot he slid from you and downing it. You pout making him pat the top of your head, “oh lighten up..” he states with a cunning smile that made you blush instantly.

You turn your attention to the dance floor, watching Shoko jump up and down with people she didn’t know at all, the music pounding in your ears alone made your head hurt, you wish you had her courage.

You think for a moment before you let out a tired sigh, “I need to cool off, I’m stepping outside..” you announce quietly having Satoru raise a brow, “not alone right?” He asks sliding out of the booth to get out of your way. “I don’t want to be a bother..” you say sliding out of the booth stumbling a bit just to have him hold you up by your waist, “yeah but you can barely stand straight, cmon we can go in my car and relax for a few, it’s safer..” he suggest to which you nod in response.

Making it out the club was a hassle itself but you two did it, walking to the reserved parking spot where Gojo’s Lamborghini was parked and you two hop into the car, you let out another sigh finally happy to hear yourself think again, “happy to be outta there huh?” He asks making you giggle a little.

“Yeah it got overwhelming..” you say pulling your dress down a bit placing your hands in your lap. You think for a bit before turning your head to the man sitting in the driver seat beside you, “Satoru if you don’t mind me asking—have you heard from Su’?” You ask feeling your heart beat out of your chest just from asking.

Satoru thinks for a bit before sitting back, he couldn’t tell you that, the dumbass friend of his was with the girl that started this whole thing to begin with, “no, I haven’t heard from him since the situation actually..” he lies looking over at you to see if you brought it which you did.

You scuff, “I know it’s dumb, but for once I just wanted him to notice he fucked up and apologize for it..” don’t cry stupid, whatever you do just don’t cry. Satoru shakes his head glancing over at your noticeably sadden face, and it made his heart sting.

“That isn’t stupid, Y/n you have the right to want an apology, what he did was fucked up, and he knows it, I just don’t think he understands the gravity of the situation..” he answers staring at the steering wheel, you sigh laying your head back against the head rest feeling yourself breaking down, “sorry..” you say your voice breaking, “hey..hey..don’t do that..don’t cry y/n..” he says putting his hand on your head.

“It’s okay, you can let down your guard around me..I know you’re hurting, me and Shoko are well aware..Geto might be my best friend but that doesn’t excuse the shit he does..” he tilts your head down from the head rest wiping the already fallen tears, this action making your heart burn.

Everyone tends to tell you what you deserve, yet you just couldn’t see it so you continued to go back to what you quote on quote “don’t deserve.” You lean your cheek into his hand receiving a caring smile from him, Satoru didn’t like seeing your cry like this, he’s known you for two years and not once has he ever, seen you cry.

It made him feel protective all of a sudden, it made him feel like he had to do whatever it took to not see you cry again.

That alone moved him, he uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away any remaining tears before he leans forward planting a soft kiss on your cheek where your tears once were, and when he does you feel your pulse pick up, and for some reason, you wished it would have been your lips he kissed instead.

Satoru lifted your chin seeing your messy face covered in never ending tears and smeared mascara made his passion for you grow, he wanted to replace your tears of sadness with tears of joy; he lifted your chin leaning closer and before you could even say anything to try and prevent any of this, his lips were pressed softly against yours.

He pulls away resting his forehead on yours just to test what you’d do next, he looks down at you with his piercing blue eyes as you uncontrollably lean up for more, and so he gives it to you, pushing his lips onto yours passionately as you ran your shaky hands through his hair, you hum as he slides his hands onto your lower back pulling you in more, the only thing keeping you two somewhat separated, was the armrest.

He slides his warm tongue against your bottom lip before lighting tugging on it with his teeth then pulling away the string of saliva breaking as he backed his lips from yours, and you feel tension creep up your spine, now you wanted him, more than anything.

“Y/n don’t be cruel and leave me with just that..now I want you..~” he whispers quietly sending shivers down your spine, “I want you too..” you admit looking up at him with honest eyes.

Without another word Satoru starts up his car causing you sit back, wherever he was taking you, you were down for it, Shoko would understand.

The sounds of huffs and sexually frustrated sighs filled your ears as you and Satoru made out, your hands wandering down his perfectly toned body, as he lifts you into his strong grasp dropping his coat and keys by the door along with your heels.

Once he makes his way to his room he lays you down In his bed his waist between your thighs that squeezed him in need of friction, Saturo chuckles as he looks down at you with sex driven eyes, being between your thighs like this felt like a dream to him, and he couldn’t get over this euphoric feeling.

You unbutton his shirt lifting your head to plant soft kisses on his neck your lip stick leaving kiss marks trailing up to his ear, “haah..oh you’re a bad little one huh..~ here I thought you were sooo innocent..~” he coos tilting his head to the side with a shiver as you dragged your tongue down his neck, his words hit you in your core.

You wanted him to touch you more than anything right now, you wanted him to knock out your troubling thoughts, and the crazy thing was, you knew he could.

He slides his hand up your thigh that wrapped eagerly around his waist, “why don’t I give you what your craving—hmm princess?~” he coos stopping your actions making your head fall lightly on the soft pillow beneath you.

And once he did he leaned down and pushed his tongue into your mouth causing you to buck your hips impatiently, looking up into the eyes of your ex’s boy friends bestfriend, and something about that made your blood boil with anticipation. You fight his tongue as it swirls slowly around yours his hand grabbing your hips as he digs his thumbs into them.

Satoru has actually never been this turned on before, it was something about this whole situation that intrigued him, and he needed to fulfill his curiosity; he just hoped that curiosity didn’t kill the cat.

He pulls away and you watch in awe as he pulls his shirt off revealing his muscular body and it was nothing like you imagined. He hovers over you his hand creeping up into your rising dress, you shiver as you feel his hand creep past your underwear onto your stomach and into your bra, his soft hands squeezing your boob made your hips rock up into him, “mmph..~” you whimper out looking at him with a hazy vision.

“Ah, there you go..show daddy your true colors..~” he says softly followed by a soft throaty chuckle, Satoru’s voice was completely different from before, it went from bubbly and soft to now deeper and more direct than before, but either way it still had that hint of softness.

“Toru..~” you shakily say using your hands to pull your dress higher receiving a smirk from him as he watches you sit up to pull off your dress completely, God you were breath taking; he couldn’t control himself, and as of right now he didn’t have a hint of gentleman inside of him. He wanted to hear you beg and moan like the slut he just knew you could be.

Just for him.

He reaches behind you unhooking your bra quickly watching it fall, he hums in approval as you blush from embarrassment, only for him to tilt his head staring you directly in your eyes, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about mamas..you’re beautiful..~” he compliments planting a soft kiss on your collarbone causing you to hold him close.

You couldn’t even think straight right now, he made your head all fuzzy as he began to suck and lick on the sensitive parts of your neck causing you to let out soft panting breaths. Satoru pushed his hand on your hips pulling you closer, closing in the space as he began to grind against you, “fuck..~” you hiss out after finally feeling the friction your throbbing cunt craved.

He let’s out a soft breath as he kissed down your chest flicking his long tongue against one of your nipples causing your body to hitch, as if right now Satoru just wanted to see how it felt inside of you, this was like a dream come true to see you shuttering and moaning like this, he felt like he hit the jackpot.

You put your hands on the bed to hold yourself up as you return the favor rocking your hips against his obvious hard on causing him to grunt quietly, he softly nibbles on your soft skin causing you to gasp under him, and him hearing this makes him slide his thumbs into the rims of your underwear; you lift up as he slides them down your leg.

Satoru pulls back just to look down at your exposed leaking clit. Satoru snickers a little, “ all of this just from a little kissing and dry humping..~ hm..I wonder..~” he starts lowering his head between your legs to which you began to spread your legs instantly, ‘please do it, please eat me out’ you thought to yourself.

And as if he heard your pleads he kisses your inner thigh taking your soaked outer lip into his mouth before using his two thumbs to open you up more, he then kisses your swollen bud staring up at your face to get every reaction. You huff out throwing your head back in pure bliss. “Mm..~” he hums wanting to let you know just how sweet you really tasted.

His mind was foggy, and the only thing he wanted you to do was right now was to make you cum so much your head hurt. He pulls your closer burying his face between your legs, sliding his tongue in circles around your entire clit before he flicked his tongue one more time taking your entire clit into his mouth putting you over the edge once he began to suck.

“Ngh! Oh my god..~” Your vision gets blurry as Gojo eats you out, and to be honest, he was doing so much better than Suguru right now, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He pulls back spitting on your cunt before licking it all up causing you to tense up, “Satoru move I’m gonna..!~” you warn causing him to smirk ignoring your warning before he surprisingly slides his tongue into your clenched hole which causes your body to spasm and you squirt all over his sexy face, he slowly lifts up using his two fingers to rub your pussy effectively.

“Haah!~ shiiit!~” you call out as you fall back onto the bed panting and twitching as the man above you pulls his fingers away, “now now..look at the mess you made for me princess..~ you did such a good job..~” he coos standing from the wet and messy bed.

You lay back panting although you knew you were far from finished; you lift your head to see what Satoru was doing just to be met with his cock, sticking directly up in lust, you hum at the sight and couldn’t help but want to taste him too.

You use whatever strength you have to get up and sensing what you’re about to do he moves closer after kicking his pants off, you sit up on your knees pushing your nose against the tip of his dick causing his breath to hitch.

There was nothing more he wanted to see right now than your face trying to fit his entire cock in your mouth, he knew it would be a challenge for you, but from how rowdy you seemed to be he knew not to put it past you. He smirks cunningly watching you wrap your hand around his cock slowly jerking him off keeping eye contact with the man above you.

You wanted him to feel good too.

You gently drag your tongue from base to tip watching his eye brow twitch in pleasure and finally after taking your sweet time, you push the tip of his cock into your warm wet mouth causing him to let out a compressed sigh his hand resting gently on the top of your head.

You moan at his reaction feeling your thighs get sticky from the wetness that leaked from your pussy. You slowly start bobbing your head on the tip feeling your body grow hot once you hear him moan. “Mm..fuck that feels good..~” he whispers out moving your hair out of your pretty face.

He wanted to see all of you, he didn’t wanna leave a single feature left out, he grabbed a clump of your hair as you slowly began to take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head sloppily as spit mixed with his precum began to roll down your neck, “ah—fuck..” he hisses out.

Satoru felt almost at his limit already, your tongue felt heavenly, this best head he’s ever received hands down, yup, Suguru’s a fucking idiot. He hums at each bob of your head, he watches you intently as you completely swallow him whole, he didn’t think you could do it.

He wanted to cum all over that pretty lewd face of yours, the way you looked up at him with cum thirsty eyes made his soul burn. Satoru began to buck his hips as he pushes his cock further down your throat, “haah..yeah~ you really are a dirty little slut aren’t you?~” he degrades making you pick up the pace.

Your mind completely taken over by this sexual encounter, you couldn’t even recognize yourself or your thoughts; he let’s out a deep groan throwing his head back, you could tell he was close, you pull off sucking up one of his sacks into your mouth pumping your clenched fist on his shaft as you look up into his eyes.

Satoru couldn’t believe how good you were, “mm! Fuck—I’m cumming~” he moans out fully, and before he knew it his warm thick load coats your face and chest making you pull back with a soft kiss being planted on his messy tip.

He caresses your face before grabbing you by your neck pulling you up to his lips deeply kissing you, you groan as you began to get Antsy for him to finally fill you up.

Satoru flips you pulling you closer by your hips, causing you to yelp pulling the corner of the sheets off the mattress, “don’t cover your mouth..I wanna hear just how good you feel okay?~ don’t be afraid to scream~” he says before he slaps his cock on your wet pussy.

You look back at him pushing your hips back into him eagerly, you couldn’t believe that a man other than Suguru could make you this fucking horny.

He let’s out an evil snicker “you can’t get it that easily..tell me..what do you want me to do?~” he asks slapping his cock on your impatient cunt harder from behind, making you jolt forward.

“Please..I..Toru I want you to fuck me..~” Satoru shakes his head “tsk..sorry princess..but that’s not enough~ I’m sure you can say more..~” you whine at his petty actions, “I need you so much right now~ I can’t even think straight—just please fuck me..please!~” you push yourself back up against him hearing him chuckle.

Satoru had a soft spot for begging women, that’s why he always had a problem with saying no. “Who am I to make a pretty little thing like you wait any longer..hm?..~” he then pushes himself deep into you causing you to gasp sharply.

He didn’t waste time either, he pulled his hips back before slamming his entire cock inside of you causing you to cry out in pure pleasure, your mouth hanging open as you bury your face into his blankets.

His cock rammed into your core with no mercy, you grabs handfuls of the bed sheets as he thrusts deep into you his hand placed on your lower back making you arch as he slams his hips against yours, “you feel just as—good as I imagined..~” he breathes out grabbing your hair pulling your head up so you can actually take breath.

“Mmmmffp!~ fuuuck~” you embarrassingly moan out, but Satoru loves it squeezing your hips harshly with one hand as he fucks your g-spot ruthlessly, “there you go~ haah~ let it all out for me princess..~” he said soothingly as he’s completed obliterating your insides.

Tears peaked the corners of your eyes as you moan and squeal out for the man behind you, he was hitting every spot imaginable. You never knew sex could feel this good. Not only were you still overstimulated but your body was exhausted. He sends a harsh slap to your ass after letting your head fall back on the bed.

You groan as you reach back for him, he hums as he intertwines your fingers with his lovingly, slamming himself into you from behind, and quickly you approached your limit squeezing both your clit and your hand around him.

The sound of your skin clapping against his rings in your ear along with grunts and occasional moans you earn from him; Satoru couldn’t help the fact that he was close too, maybe even closer than you were to reaching his limit.

You look back at him with teary eyes moaning out “I’m gonna—Satoru!~” just for him to smirk using his middle finger to tease your clit while he strokes deep into you, “then do it cmon—mm let it alll out sweetheart..~” he says and once he give you the permission to do so you finally cum all over his cock, and once he feels you do so he grits his teeth cumming all inside of you, painting your pink gummy insides white with his load.

You and Satoru’s pants are the only thing left being heard in the room as he pulls out flopping down on the bed next to you, your eyes closed as your head rested limply on your arm. The minute you open your eyes though; you were met with his beaming blue eyes looking directly at you. And suddenly you two end up breaking into happy laughter.

Shoko sits on the couch cringing the entire time you explain your encounter with Satoru earlier that morning, “I bet you don’t regret it,” she says with a little giggle, “not a single bit.” You admit shifting in your seat still a little sore from earlier.

Shoko smiles brightly, “well I’m glad you enjoyed your night y/n, you definitely deserve it after the shit you’ve been through this past week..” and to that you nod your head, completely agreeing with her.

“I never thought I could feel so..comfortable with him, he even brought me breakfast before taking me back here,” Shoko rolls her eyes “that’s the least he could do after fucking up your walk for the next two days..” she says making you hit her shoulder in embarrassment, “shut up shut up shut uppp,” you whine causing her to cackle loudly.

Your embarrassing moment was interrupted by a knock on the door, causing you and Shoko to perk up, “Satoru?” She asks looking at you “it shouldn’t be unless I forgot something, he had to go to work,” you say both of you staring at the door, Shoko then looks back at you, “well I’m not getting it because I know it’s not for me..” she says slouching back which makes you groan in defeat, standing and limping over to the door hearing Shoko giggle behind you.

You open the door and when you see who it was your heart dropped into your stomach. It was Suguru, standing in front of your door his eyes not meeting yours, did Satoru tell him?! Why would he ever do something like that? Why would you ever do something like this.

The minute you saw the man you had so much history with the night before flashes before your eyes and you end up filling with regret but mostly satisfaction.

You look up at the tall male waiting for him to speak, but when he doesn’t you take a breath, “Geto, what are you doing here..?” You ask gripping tightly on the door handle, and when Shoko hears his name she stands up quickly, “what the fuck! Didn’t I tell you not to show up to my doorstep with your bull shit Suguru!” She yells pointing a finger at him.

He sighs reaching in his pocket handing you your phone, you look down at the broken screen just for him to pull an entire new phone out of his other pocket handing it to you, that you hesitate to grab; “for what?” You ask feeling anger start to fill your broken heart.

“Y/n, we need to talk..” he says softly making your entire being tense.

What the fuck could he want to talk about?

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heauxvibez · 3 months

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Toxic

Warning: Smut (+18). This is a long nasty one, you're welcome :)

That damn Don Julio make me a fool for you And I might hit your phone up with that Ra Ra Ra Missing ma Da Da Da Missing that Ah Ah Ah ....

Mariah's face scrunched up as the smooth taste of alcohol burned her throat. She slammed the empty shot glass against the kitchen countertop and wiped the corners of her glossed lips. Thoughts raced through her mind as she made her way to the couch, her emotions swirling in a tumultuous mix.

Sinking into the cushions with a deep sigh, memories of the past began to surface. Mariah pressed her lips together, shaking her head defiantly. "No," she thought to herself, determined to push aside the tumult of emotions threatening to engulf her.

Her phone lay in her hands, a silent witness to her inner turmoil. She picked it up, then hesitated, uncertain of what action to take. The Don Julio bottle beckoned from the countertop, and she grabbed it, downing the remnants left from her party a few days ago. The alcohol surged through her body, igniting a familiar fire within her.

Damn. Don Julio always making her feel reckless. Maybe drinking the bottle alone wasn't such a good idea after all. When left alone with her thoughts and alcohol, anything could happen.

She found herself missing him—his walk, his talk, the way he smelled. Her pulse quickened at the thought of him between her legs, his hands exploring her like a precious treasure. But indulging in these memories only fueled her longing, igniting a dangerous flame within her.

Mariah chuckled nervously as she toyed with her phone's keyboard. What could she possibly say?

"You up?" Too basic. "I miss you." Too needy.

A smirk played on Mariah's lips as an idea struck her. Perhaps a semi-nude would suffice. She scrolled through her photos, searching for just the right image—something provocative yet tantalizing, enough to pique his interest without revealing too much.

Her thumb trembled nervously as she hesitated. But then, with a decisive "Fuck it," she sent the risqué boomerang, a suggestive dance in lingerie that left little to the imagination.

As the three dots appeared, indicating his response, Mariah's heart raced. She quickly exited the message thread, biting her nails in anticipation.

Twenty-five minutes passed, and Mariah began to regret her decision. He hadn't responded to the video she sent, and it was driving her mad. She sighed aloud before heading upstairs to end her night alone and horny.

Three knocks on the door stopped her in her tracks. Could it be? No. She said to herself out loud. Slowly, she approached the door and looked through the peephole. She saw none other than the black and red crewneck of the dangerous other half of her.

Smirking, she opened the door to see the delicious sight of Roman. His eyes were hooded with lust as he saw the small woman in front of him. He bit his lip and walked through the door, not taking his eyes off her.

"Aren't you supposed to speak before you enter someone's house?" she asked jokingly as she shut the door behind him.

"Aren't you supposed to text someone 'Hi, how are ya?' before you send them a sexy video?"

She smiled lazily. "Touché."

Roman looked around and noticed the half-empty bottle of Don Julio sitting on her countertop. He raised an eyebrow while walking toward the bottle.

"Looks like you were having a good time in here," he smirked while pulling his crewneck over his head. He set the article of clothing on her barstool and took a seat.

"Yeah," she said nervously while approaching him.

She stood in front of him and leaned against the countertop, watching as he poured himself a shot. He looked deeply into her eyes, then licked his fist before pouring salt on it. She crossed one leg over the other, knees almost giving out as he stared her down.

He chuckled, licked the salt off his fist then downed the shot. He squeezed the last lime she had into his mouth to chase the strong drink.

"Woo, haven't had that in a long time," he said, shoving the shot glass from his view.

Mariah smiled as he glanced at her again.

His smirk soon faded. He looked at her once again with hooded eyes.

"You know something else I haven't had in a long time?" he questioned, holding his hand out for her to grab.

"Hmm?" she questioned, watching his hand. She was stuck in her position, surprisingly becoming nervous about what he was about to say next.

"Come," he said almost in a whisper. Her pulse quickened as he motioned for her to come closer. She stood slowly and walked toward him, now standing between his legs. Her balance was off slightly because of the alcohol and slightly because she was nervous.

Roman's right hand slowly caressed her face, his eyes trailing from the features of her face all the way down to her toes. She felt a surge of heat as his gaze lingered on her. His touch ignited a fire within her, a longing she thought she had buried long ago.

She didn't know why she was so nervous. She'd been with him plenty of times, but being in front of him right now made her want to shy away.

"I haven't had you in a long time," he uttered. She gasped as she felt his fingers on her bare skin, lifting her shirt only to find out that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Roman bit his lip and looked at her before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he went to work on her breast, and Mariah melted into his hold. She didn't know if it was him or the alcohol, but having her nipples sucked had never felt so good.

Roman looked into her eyes while swirling his tongue around her bud. If she were to continue this stare down for any longer, she just knew he was going to make her cum. So she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and indulged in the feeling.

Roman took this opportunity to slip his left hand into her sweats. He could feel her knees buckle as he did, so he held her waist tightly with his right arm, still keeping his attention on her right breast.

His left hand found its way to her pussy, his fingers wet before he could touch her. Her juices were dangling from her clit to her thigh. He moaned against her nipple. The fact that she was this wet for him drove him absolutely insane.

He nibbled on her bud while simultaneously grazing her clit ever so lightly with his middle finger.

Finally detaching his mouth from her breast, he said, "Damn baby, all this for me?" as he slid his fingers through her wet folds. She whimpered, squeezing her thighs tightly together as he pushed his fingers inside of her.

Roman exhaled deeply as he felt the silkiness of her walls against his fingers.

He missed this so much, well... just this, at least. It was beyond him how they had such great chemistry when it came to intimacy, but outside of that... their relationship was hell. They'd fight hard, fuck harder. But no matter how toxic, he'd always find his way back to her.

Mariah cried out as he moved his finger in a 'come here' motion, and Roman loved every moment of it. He loved the control he had over her; this was the only time she was ever submissive to him. He loved the ability to make her melt in the palm of his hand just like chocolate.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, watching as her jaw hung low at the loss of the feeling. He wrapped his hand around her throat and made her watch as he slipped his fingers into his mouth with a groan following afterward.

She nearly came at the sight.

He then pulled his fingers out and slowly pushed them into her mouth, making her taste herself.

"You taste so good, baby, huh?" he asked with his right hand still around her throat.

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, allowing her to speak.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Yes, what?" he asked as his left hand pulled down her sweats.

"Yes, daddy..."

"That's what I like to hear, baby girl," he cooed in agreement. He pulled down his pants slightly, his dick springing up once it was free. She gazed at it; she had almost forgotten how big he was.

"Come sit on daddy's lap, baby," he threw both his arms back and rested them on the armrest of the barstool.

She climbed on top of his lap and put her legs at either side of him. She grabbed his dick and rubbed it up and down her slit. He shuddered at the feeling while tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

She slowly slid down on him and gasped at the feeling. The first stroke is always the best. Roman was also consumed by the feeling. He grabbed at both of her thighs tightly as he felt her wrap around him. He threw his head back almost letting out a whimper himself.

"Lord..." he mumbled while bringing his head back up. The feeling was so good; Mariah hadn't even put him all the way in. Roman noticed and rolled his hips upward, digging deeply into her.

She already couldn't take it, and this was only the first stroke. She dug her nails into his shoulders and told him that it was too much. It was too late; he was easing his way in and out of her slowly.

"Look at me, baby," he huskily whispered. She shook her head no. She knew that if she looked into his eyes with this pleasure surging through her veins, she was going to be so deep in love with this man that she wouldn't be able to get out.

His hand slapped the side of her ass.

"What did I just say?" he asked through gritted teeth, his strokes becoming deeper and slower.

She ignored him; there was no way she was going to look this man in the eyes.

Roman's hand slid up her chest slowly and wrapped around her throat.

"I'm not going to tell you again."

She gave in, opening her eyes and letting them fall upon his.

Mariah's heart palpitated. She couldn't believe what she was feeling right now. She felt like she was falling in love with him all over again.

The way he was making her feel... she knew it was more than just sex. Sex was always easy to do with no strings attached, but it was so different this time.

He pumped deeply into her, and his strokes weren't so slow anymore; they were a little faster, harder. He was hitting spots that made her want to get out of her own skin to get away from the immense pleasure. She couldn't fucking take it.

"You can take it, baby. You can take daddy's dick," he said, almost as if he read her mind.

He grunted as he felt himself getting close. "Fuck, I'm so close, baby," he whispered.

Roman loosened the grip around her neck and pulled her closer to him, taking Mariah in for a deep kiss. His tongue rubbed against her own while his fingers cascaded down her spine, a weak spot for her.

Her body tensed, and she soon felt herself cumming. She moaned into the kiss and bit his bottom lip lightly.

He held onto her tightly as he came not too far behind her.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" he repeated as his body spasmed. She held him tightly as he recovered.

"You good?" she asked, laughing lightly. Her fingers danced in his loose curls, making her smile to herself. She missed this.

"Yeah," he exhaled as he held her in his lap. He kissed up her neck and planted a small kiss on her cheek.

"You?" he asked before planting one last kiss on her lips. She was going to answer until she saw his phone buzz on the countertop. It was a text from someone named Chrissy.

The preview text read 'Hey Daddy, you still up?"

She shook her head. She knew that he was seeing other people; hell, she was too. But for him to really fuck her like that and still talk to other females actually hurt her feelings.

No matter how much she wanted things to change, she knew that them being more than what they are would just be... toxic.

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marleyybluu · 8 months

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Would you be okay writing some bestfriends brother!rio smut? :)

Don Julio

Best friends brother!Rio x f!black!OC (Honey)

Word count: 1.1k

Content warning: literally nothing, just swearing and hangovers lol, Honey is 21 and Rio is 26 (just testing a little age gap😗)

A/N: I just want to apologize to you anon because this request has been sitting in my inbox, collecting dust because I had no idea how to even come up with anything but here we are bitch.

decided to do OC because... I'm loving the OC streak that I'm on right now.

also, OC is written as a black woman in mind, I don't describe her in detail just yet.

There will be a part 2 yall don't worry

(Not my gif)

And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you…

•• ••

Sunday mornings were for soaking in the regrets of Saturday night events, they were for dealing with pounding hangovers and lounging on the couch to recover. At least that's how most of her Sundays went and this one was no different. Light snores left her lips while the heat of the morning sun beamed on her bare back warming up her skin. She groaned as the heat became too much, suddenly she wished she hadn't been so drunk last night, she would've been able to close the curtains. She pulled the covers over her body and smiled, that felt better. She readjusted herself, getting in a more comfortable position, she sighed her eyes opening just for a millisecond but, in that quick time, she noticed something off.

Her room was blue... well no it wasn't, her room was actually Sage green. There were posters on her wall of old movies and her favourite artists, this wall didn't have any. Her eyes blew wide open when she realized the lack of softness in her pillow, well it wasn't a pillow at all it was someone's chest—slowlyrisingand falling with sleep. She sighed, of course, she had to start her Sunday in a stranger's bed. Honey sat up slowly, sleep very apparent in her bones as she stretched and her joints cracked, her head felt heavy and her eyes narrowed as she squinted away the bright light of the sun's beams. She groaned tossing the covers off of her legs, her lower half scantily clad, she laughed to herself and shook her head.

Her feet met the cold floor, she grabbed a shirt, she could only assume it was his, oh well-- he wouldn't mind would he?

Honey stumbled through the halls looking for a bathroom, her bladder full of last night's drinks and after pushing every door open she was finally successful in finding a bathroom. She closed the door for privacy while she handled her business as if this man hadn't seen every inch of her business the night before. Once she was done she wiped and flushed, washed her hands and splashed a bit of cold water on her face waking herself up and hoping to stay awake long enough to get home safely. She opened the door and flicked off the light making her way back to the room.

As she walked down the hall she noticed a wall of photos in her peripheral, she was curious and decided to take a quick look at the photos. She smiled at a family picture, two adults and two young children-- a boy with a bowl cut and a little girl with pigtails. Her head tilted. "Kinda looks like Cherry when she was a kid." Honey quietly said to herself. Her eyes scanned the wall, another picture of the children catching her attention, the boy doing bunny ears behind his sister while she cried. It looked... familiar. As if she'd seen it before. And, again, the little girl looked like Cherry. Cherry was Honey's best friend since kindergarten, you couldn't see one without the other, they were attached at the hip. Cherry did have an older brother, Christopher but everyone called him Rio, and if Honey remembered correctly... he did have a... bowl cut when they were younger.

Her heart dropped at the realization, she gasped softly. "No... no, no, no."

She quickly walked back to the room, she stood behind the wall taking in a deep breath before she leered past it to poke her head into the door frame. The not-so-mysterious man was now lying on his side, facing her, eyes still closed. Honey covered her mouth in utter shock, there was no way this was happening. Her eyes fell to the floor, their clothes mixed and scattered all over the boards along with an empty bottle of Don Julio 1942. She had to get the fuck out before he woke up, she quietly thanked God that Cherry was always at her man's house otherwise this would've been a very awkward morning. She tiptoed back inside the room, bending down to scoop up her pants, her top, her bra and her panties... sigh... where were her panties?

Honey shuffled around looking on top of his dresser, inside the drawers and under the bed. She couldn't find them, she'd have to leave them. She pulled on her pants and swapped his shirt for her own, she was putting her faux locs in a quick bun when suddenly her phone rang at a violently loud volume, it even vibrated against the wood of his nightstand.

"Shit! Shut up!" She whined through gritted teeth, in an attempt to quickly grab the phone she tripped over the empty bottle of tequila, just her luck. The loud thud caused a stirring in the bed, Rio groaned and yawned carefully sitting up. He shielded his eyes from the sunlight and shook his head, he had a pounding headache. "What the fuuuck." He grunted at the phone. Eventually, it stopped, and he blindly picked it up to see who it was. A missed call from his little sister, Cherry, but the longer he stared at the screen he noticed a picture of her and her best friend. His eyes popped, his lips parted slightly.

"Honey..." He called out unsurely and with the slight hope that she wasn't in the house.

"...Yeah?" She answered from the floor. "Oh... shit."

"Yup."

Honey got off the floor, stood on her feet and smiled sheepishly. "Hi..."

"Hi..." He returned. Rio scanned the room, his eyes widening at the empty bottle of Tequila, his hands covering his eyes. But even though this was not an ideal situation, his seeming frustration or maybe regret made her feel a way.

She'd always had a crush on Rio, but being her best friend's older brother, it was an unspoken rule that he was off limits. So, Honey just admired him from afar. God, he was... something. He was handsome. So fine. And the older he got, the better. He'd gotten taller, facial hair had grown in but those pretty brown eyes remained the same along with that charming smirk he always had. Then came the haircut and the tattoos and... oof! It levelled him up.

Rio cleared his throat, Honey blinked a few times realizing she'd been caught in her trance. "Sorry... I- sorry." Though she didn't know what she was apologizing for. She grabbed her phone and the rest of her stuff and dashed downstairs. Rio shook his head, "Wait." He mumbled still dazed with sleep and a wicked hangover.

"Honey-"

The front door slammed. Honey fumbled with her car keys, and as bad as driving intoxicated is— she quietly hoped she didn't drive here completely sober. Intentionally pulling up to fuck Cherry's brother? She would never let herself live it down. Fuck.

Her car started, the heavy engine rumbling and vibrating the walls of the Martínez house. Her tires screeched getting herself the fuck out of there.

Once she got home she slumped onto the couch, she checked her phone. Seven missed calls from Cherry, and a slew of text messages asking if she was okay, if she needed someone to talk to. Honey squinted trying to remember what happened, what would have her friend in a panic state. What did she do?

A hesitant finger hovered over her name in the call log, Honey tapped it and the phone rang only once before Cherry picked up. "Honey!? Bitch! Where were you? Are you okay?"

"I'm- Cher, I'm fine. I'm sorry if I scared you. But what... did I say?"

Cherry said, "You called me, you were crying about Julien," Her ex. "And then you left me a voice note like an hour later slurring your words, and then you were talking to someone else but— were you with him last night?"

She threw her head back on the cushion of the couch. "No, I wasn't with him I was with... someone else. Fuck. Look, I need some coffee in my system, my head is killing me. I'll call you tonight, and again I'm sorry for scaring you."

Also sorry for sleeping with your brother.

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're safe and... home?"

"Yes, home, I am home." She said nervously. "Okay, well, I'll talk to you later then. Love you."

"Love you too... bye."

The call ended, she tossed her phone on the couch. She had to at least try and remember what happened last night.

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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dancing with a stranger

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader | wc: 5,7k.

summary: you thought your night was ruined, but a handsome stranger came to prove otherwise.

warnings: switch!getō, switch!reader, pwp, alcohol use, kissing, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praising, spanking, some possessiveness, cum eating, kinda voyeurism, aftercare.

a/n: just me simping for this man and being a sucker for pwp.

“I shouldn't have come.” You told your friend on the phone as you drank the rest of your mojito in one gulp. “I'm such a fool.”

“Y/n, I told you it would be a bad idea to go.” Her voice sounds far away thanks to the loud music in the bar, so you got up to go to the hallway where the restrooms are.

You ignored that there was a guy there typing on his phone and started talking: "I don't know why he invited me if he was going to be with his friends all the time."

"Wait, he left you alone?" You noticed the anger in her voice.

“Something like that. He's at another table with his friends and some English guys he just met. He didn't even invite me with them, he just said: «I'll be right back»” You wiped away a tear that was beginning to slide down your cheek. “It's been an hour.”

“Why don't you leave?” She asked so simply. And you had actually thought about it, but for some reason you couldn't do it. “I can order an Uber for you.”

“It's fine, just—fuck." You ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes trying to organize your thoughts. "I'll ask him to drive me home, if he doesn't want to, I'll call you. Okay?"

“Y/n, wait, I don’t think that’s—” You cut the call, ignoring whatever she was going to say.

You entered the bathroom, immediately finding your reflection in the large mirror. You looked amazing tonight, wearing a tight black leather skirt with a long sleeved top of the same color; combined with your favorite boots and a necklace he had given you. All for him. And here you are, holding back tears in the bathroom of a bar.

Your boyfriend was an asshole.

Dating him for over three years had been a challenge. The reason was pretty self-explanatory.

Crying for him in the bathrooms seemed to be an indispensable part of your relationship at this point. But you always managed to go out and pretend nothing happened even though he noticed your reddish eyes. Then, when you were alone he would simply apologize and say it wouldn't happen again.

You hated yourself for being so dumb.

Tonight didn't look like it was going to be much different. When you came out of the bathroom after wiping your tears and giving yourself a touch-up, you noticed the one you called boyfriend with his arm over the shoulder of a girl, to whom he was whispering something in her ear.

Well, that wasn't something new.

You bit your cheek on the inside and sat back down on the stool by the counter, asking the bartender for a shot of tequila.

“Make it two.” You heard a male voice at the same time as someone sat down next to you.

You turned your face to find a handsome man with long hair, who was holding an unlit cigarette between his lips.

“Does the smoke bother you?” He asked, pointing to the nicotine stick.

“A little.” The stranger smiled before removing the cigarette from his mouth to put it back in the box, which as far as you could tell was almost empty.

“Are you having a good night?” He asked, although the answer seemed pretty obvious because of your face.

“No.” You admitted, at the same time, the bartender was pouring two shots of Don Julio in front of you. “Thank you.”

“May I know why?” He raised his glass and held it out to you, waiting for you to clink it with yours. You did so only to seconds later drink it all in one gulp, ignoring the familiar burning in your throat you motioned to the bartender to pour another.

"I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend." You decided to tell him, because one, he was a stranger; and two, you didn't give a shit anymore.

"And where is he?"

"Over there." You pointed with a nod to a table full of guys and girls at the other end. "The one in the blue shirt."

The man looked in the direction, and frowned as he noticed that the said boyfriend seemed to be busy whispering things in another girl's ear.

“Really?” He questioned, letting the bartender pour him another shot as well. “That's, pretty fucked up.”

“Yeah. I know.” You sighed before clinking your glass with the stranger's once more and drinking the colorless liquid. “But that’s life.” You said sarcastically.

You rested your head on your hand and looked carefully at the man from his face to his body, he could be your age or maybe a few years older. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with some buttons undone showing part of his chest, you could see part of what looked like a tattoo showing through, there were other designs on his left arm. You also noticed that he had part of his hair tied in a bun.

Well, he's attractive.

He stared into your eyes and licked his lips as if he was about to say something, but he just clicked his tongue and kept silent.

"What were you going to say?" You asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know if what I want to say is inappropriate." He replied smiling, now him pointing to the bartender the empty glasses.

"Just say it, I don't think it's anything I don't already know." You encouraged him as more Don Julio was poured.

"Well, I think your so-called boyfriend is a jerk."

You laughed, yes, he said what you figured he was going to say.

"Like I told you, it's nothing I don't already know."

"And—" He continued, "That you're too pretty to be out here alone crying over him."

"I'm not crying." You replied trying to put aside his praise.

"You were, it shows in your eyes." You opened your eyes a little shocked, starting to feel a little embarrassed, but you bit your lip trying not to let it show.

"Is that why you came to sit with me? Pity?" You questioned trying to sound sarcastic.

"Nah. I'd already had my eye on you since I arrived, honestly, I thought you were alone."

His eye on you? Since he arrived? You tried not to blush as you let out a sigh. Ignoring his flirtatious comment, you took the glass and clinked it with his again before drinking.

"I'm Getou Suguru, by the way." He introduced himself a second after setting the glass on the bar.

After you told him your name, you started a conversation about your lives. Simple facts. What you did for a living, what college you attended, zodiac signs, and so on. He also told you that he came here with his friends, who were sitting at a table in the back, there was a girl with a mole under her eye and a white-haired boy who waved to you when you turned to the direction Getou had pointed.

After almost an hour of conversation, Suguru realized that you deserved much more than an idiot like the man you were dating, who hadn't even bothered to look at you the whole time you were there. That's why, after taking a last sip of his Corona, he decided to ask why you were with someone like him.

“Why?” You repeated, as if you were trying to find the answer to why you were still in that failed relationship.

And actually, the answer was very clear, you had known it for a long time, but somehow you refused to see the reality. The reality where you had fallen out of love a long time ago, but you were so used to his presence, and maybe you were afraid of the unknown. The tears you kept shedding were empty, they just fell from your eyes to make you believe that you still felt something more than just frustration. Frustration because you wanted to feel something again that wasn't there anymore.

“I think I was afraid to be alone.” You answered sincerely, “But now I think being alone is much better.”

You frowned after realizing what came out of your mouth.

“Wow, that sounded like something out of a John Green book.” You joked after a few seconds of silence to lighten the mood.

“It was poetic.” He replied, making you giggle.

Then, something clicked in your mind.

Had this beautiful stranger moved something inside you? Or why did you suddenly feel so angry? That fucker abandoned you and you were getting sentimental? Even spending one of the best quotes you could think of on him?

You sighed in disbelief. How dare he?

“He's an asshole.” You mumbled, squeezing your knee with your hand. The black-haired man laughed, nodding his head.

“So you're practically single now?” Suguru asked, putting his hand over yours causing your grip to suddenly loosen.

You immediately understood his intentions by the way he looked at you and how little by little his face got closer to yours.

You gulped before answering, “I can say yes.”

“That’s it.”

His lips met yours, beginning a slow, sensual kiss. You could taste the beer and tequila he had drunk earlier, making the experience even more unique.

Geto growled as he intensified the kiss, not only were you beautiful, but you were also an incredible kisser. He felt like he found a jewel in that sports bar that he wanted to keep in his pocket forever.

Honestly, from the moment he arrived and looked at you sitting alone at the bar, he knew right then and there that he wanted you. It hadn't even been half an hour since Suguru had sat down when he decided he was going to talk to that pretty lady. He was about to get up from his table when he saw you go to the bathroom and come back minutes later with teary eyes, so he questioned whether it would be a good idea.

It's clear what his decision was in the end, and there he was, sticking his tongue in your mouth.

You broke away from him for air, analyzing his post-kiss face. His eyes had darkened, his lips were swollen and still glossy from saliva and your lip gloss, you had to stifle your desire to clench your thighs as you watched him run his tongue across his lips, tasting what was left on them.

Fuck, that was hot.

Getou tried to kiss you again, now more desperate, but you did your head backwards avoiding him. He laughed, clasping his hand over yours and pressed his forehead to yours.

So you liked to play? Just as he had thought, a jewel.

“Let’s leave” He whispered, his other hand slowly caressing your thigh above your skirt.

“Huh?” You pretended you didn't hear it right.

“Leave. With me.” He remarked his words, once again trying to kiss you, but his lips impacted with your ear as you turned your face away.

Of course, you wanted to go with him, the devil on your shoulder was crying out for it. But the angel on the other, although its voice was far away, said that it was best to go home because he was a stranger.

But that's what you liked, that he was a stranger.

It's been a long time since you've done something like this. All thanks to being subjected to a relationship you no longer wanted.

For a moment, your eyes went to where your boyfriend was sitting. He was turning his back to you, so you could appreciate how he was caressing the other girl's back. Getou noticed and his eyes followed where yours had pointed, he clicked his tongue before bringing his mouth closer to your ear to whisper:

“He doesn't care that you're here, he's whoring around with another girl, you should give him a taste of his own medicine.”

“And where are we goin’?” You asked before looking him in the eye again.

Suguru smirked and lightly bit your ear before answering, “To have a good night.”

“It better be.” You challenged him before you stood up.

He did the same and rummaged through his pockets until he found his wallet. And even though you refused to let him pay for your drinks too, he did, and even paid for what his friends at their table had been drinking until now. You thought he did it as an apology for leaving without warning.

You watched him grab his leather jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair before taking your hand to lead you out.

When you were outside, you thought he would head for one of the cars outside, but you were surprised when he walked to where the motorcycles were parked and stopped in front of a black one, which looked very expensive and well maintained.

“What? You don't like motorcycles?” He joked as he swung a leg over the bike to start it, the sound of the engine reaching your ears like a growl.

This guy couldn't be hotter.

You cleared your throat before answering, “I'm wearing a skirt.”

His eyes admired your body up and down, you could feel the lust in them. He bit his lip and then smiled.

“You can wear my jacket.”

He handed you the black fabric, and you nervously put it on. It was huge on you, well, it was impossible for it to fit you since his back was quite wide. But it was long enough to cover you when you got on the motorcycle. Suguru admired how well his clothes fit you, but all he wanted to do was rip them off once and for all.

Before you could get your nice leg over the seat, his arm stopped you, you looked at him confused before noticing that he was giving you his helmet. You smiled before putting it on and finally getting into his vehicle.

“Hold on tight.”

You put your arms around his torso, pressing your chest against his back. Getou sighed heavily, he had never felt such an urgency to get home.

“Ready?” He asked, patting your leg.

“Of course I am.”

At that moment, you watched your so-called boyfriend walk out the bar holding his phone to his ear, at the same time, your phone started ringing in your purse. You didn't have to be a fortune-teller to know it was him calling you, maybe in panic after noticing or one of his friends told him you weren't there anymore.

Suguru had to stifle his laughter as he looked at your boyfriend's face when he saw you on a motorcycle with another man. You looked at him too, but instead of feeling bad, you felt a lot of satisfaction.

“Where the hell are you going?” He shouted in disbelief, “Y/n! Hey!”

You didn't respond, you simply raised your middle finger to him at the same time Getou started to drive away.

Your, now ex-boyfriend, stood there with his mouth open and running his hands in his hair in frustration. Maybe realizing his mistakes, but poor him, it was too late.

“So there's a bad girl inside you.” The long-haired one shouted once you were far enough.

“You just met me.”

“I know.” He said as he stopped at a red light, “And I'm dying to get to know you more.”

The road consisted of Getou riding in silence, sometimes exceeding the speed limits, but you didn't mind in the least, in fact, it filled you with a dose of adrenaline and freedom that you had long wanted to feel. It was that same reason why he preferred to ride a motorcycle instead of his car, and besides, he looked incredibly cool.

He began to slow down in front of a large building, and after waving to the guard, he let him pass into the underground parking lot.

“You live here?” You asked, although it was all too obvious.

“Yep.” He turned off the engine while you took off your helmet, your hair was a mess, so you quickly ran your fingers through it trying to fix it.

Suguru helped you to get off first and then he did it himself. But before you could say anything his lips were already on yours again, pushing you lightly against the motorcycle, you passed your left arm around his neck while the other one was still holding the helmet.

His hands went down from your back until they slipped under your skirt, squeezing your ass and playing a little with the fabric of your underwear.

“Let’s go before I end up fucking you here.” He murmured still with his lips on yours and giving you a light spank before guiding you to the elevator.

Getou draped an arm over your shoulder as the elevator went up; and when the doors finally opened on his floor, he bent down to carry you over his shoulder and started walking down the hallway, ignoring an elderly couple who looked at you as if you were crazy.

You laughed as he kept walking until he stopped in front of the last door. He gave you a little spank before reaching into his pocket for his key and unlocking the door. Once you were inside, he took the helmet and threw it on a couch, you couldn't really appreciate his house since he went straight into the room, but you swore you saw a fish tank.

He dropped you on the bed and instantly got on top of you to kiss you, now his hands moving down to your breasts to squeeze them above the fabric of your shirt. But before going any further, an idea came to his mind, so he stood up suddenly leaving you confused.

He took you by the arms to lift you up and change places, he sat on the edge of the bed while you stood facing him.

“Strip for me.” He said, pulling you out of your thoughts while pushing you back a little to better appreciate you. “Come on, I wanna worship your body.”

You looked at him puzzled for a few moments before sighing for courage and taking a few more steps back to make sure he saw the whole of you.

“That’s a good girl.”

You started by taking off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor before grabbing the edge of your shirt to slowly pull it up—trying to make a show—until you released your breasts only covered by the lace bra you were wearing.

Getou couldn't help but get angry, that idiot had all this for himself and decided to waste you. He had just met you, but he knew he would treat you much better than that jerk. Even if it was just for one night.

You lowered the straps of your bra, freeing your arms and then lowered the cups, showing him your bare chest with your nipples erect from the cold air in the room. He groaned softly, appreciating every detail of your skin. He was watching you like a predator watching its prey. And admitting it, it made you feel somewhat empowered.

Suguru could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, he was so hard it hurt. It had been a while since he had felt this way, was it the alcohol? The circumstances? You? Hell if he knew.

“Keep it on.” He mumbled when you tried to take off your skirt.

You heeded his request and smiled flirtatiously at him, pulling up your skirt a little to reveal your underwear. You watched him caress his erection over his pants, and you couldn't help but feel more aroused as you noticed the size of it.

You ran your fingers through the waistband of your panties playing a little to tease him; when you watched him squeeze his bulge tighter, you slowly pulled down the garment revealing your pretty pussy just for a few seconds before lowering your skirt again.

When you took off the fabric completely, you threw it to him and he caught it with his free hand. He instantly caressed the lingerie with his fingers, smiling when he noticed a spot that was wet.

“You’re a goddess.” He hummed as he watched you walk toward him.

How long had it been since you heard a praise like that? Who knows. But it moved something inside you that made you feel euphoric.

When you were within his reach, he tried to reach out his hands to cup your breasts, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrists, and just when he was about to complain, you spoke:

“Take them off.” You pointed your boots.

A fucking jewel, he thought again.

You thought he was just going to put his hands down and help you take them off. So you were surprised when he got down on one knee in front of you. One of his hands caressed from your thigh to where your boot began, then ran it down the back of your leg to bring your foot to rest on his knee and begin to unzip your pretty boots. He did it so slowly that it seemed like torture for both of you. Once he removed it completely, he put it aside and did the same with the other one, finishing with a kiss on your knee.

The way he looked up at you was an image you wanted to engrave in your head forever, there was no doubt about it.

Suguru stood there, still looking at you as his hands again stroked from your ankles to your thighs. You moaned at the tingle it gave you. Not waiting any longer, he pulled up your skirt until he faced your cunt.

You waited anxiously for what he was going to do. He began to kiss the flesh of your thighs with his eyes still connected to yours. Then, took one of your legs and swung it over his shoulder, your foot resting on the mattress of the bed behind him.

His mouth immediately went to your clit, flicking his tongue a few times before sucking on it. You threw your head back in pleasure, all the previous play had sensitized you.

You pursed your lips as your breathing began to quicken. You didn't want to make too many noises, but girl, that's what Getou wanted. The noises. He wanted to hear you moan, cry and scream just for him. Fuck the neighbors.

So he pressed his tongue harder and brought two of his fingers to your entrance, god you were soaking wet, to the point that he could slide his digits in without a problem. When you looked back at him, he winked at you before closing his eyes to enjoy your taste as if it were the best meal he ever had.

You brought one of your hands to his hair and pulled on the hair tie that held his bun to loosen it, his black locks falling over his shoulders. He smiled with his lips still pressed against your folds when you grabbed a fistful of his hair to bring him closer to you. Instinctively you began to move your hips back and forth, he let you ride his tongue as you pleased.

Getou curled his fingers and you swore you saw stars. Your orgasm was near and you couldn't stop the moans coming out of your mouth, so you tried to bring your other hand to shut up, but he stopped it by holding your wrist.

You were so fucking close, you cursed under your breath when he changed the pace of his tongue, rushing your climax until you reached the top of it. You let out a whimper as you cum in his mouth. He continued to lick your fluids until your breathing became a little controlled.

“You look so pretty like this.” He gave a short kiss on your clit one more time before standing up, helping you put your trembling leg back on the ground. “I bet you'll look better when you're getting fucked.”

“Find out.” You managed to say.

Suguru kissed you again, letting you taste your own juices, his hands went to your breasts and squeezed your nipples with his fingers before he turned you over and instructed you to sit on the bed. He hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room, allowing you to appreciate a dragon tattoo on his left pec that complemented the ones on his arm. He took off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers.

Getou’s body was well worked, you could notice the muscles in both his arms and legs effortlessly. But what had caught your attention the most was his back, god, it was so wide that all you wanted to do was run your hands, maybe your nails, all over it.

If God exists, he surely looks like Suguru Getou.

Once he was almost naked, he looked down at you and took your chin with his hand. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth slightly. You were a fucking tease.

“Take it out.” He ordered and you obeyed without a second thought. But first, you ran your hand over the fabric, caressing his bulge making him grunt through his teeth.

When you finally pulled the cloth down and released his aching erection, you almost opened your mouth in shock at the sight of it. Not only was it big, but it was pretty. Without a doubt, he was completely blessed.

“It won't bite you.” He scoffed as he wrapped his fist around his girth to give himself some relief.

You replaced his hand with yours, moving it up and down earning a groan from him; then, you lowered your head just enough to stick the tip into your mouth and circle it with your tongue. His hand went to your hair just as you did, but he took it in a ponytail to keep the strands from getting in the way.

“Shit.” He cursed when you put it all in your mouth.

When you started to move your head, combining the movements of your tongue with those of your hand, Getou for a moment thought again about what an asshole your boyfriend—now ex—was, you sucked dick like that and he still looked for other girls? No doubt he was someone who didn't know how to enjoy what he had in front of him. But Getou would.

He threw his head back when your tongue went down to his balls and then ran his length. If you kept it up, he would cum soon, but he didn't want to yet, he still wanted to feel you around him. So he pulled your hair away from him, a line of saliva still connecting your lips to his red tip.

“Pretty.” Getou hummed before he grabbed your legs and pulled them up making you gasp in surprise as your back met the sheets.

You both felt so needy that you knew that once he put his cock inside you, you might lose control.

Your legs rested on his shoulders while he leaned forward bending you in half, sliding his length through your folds before pushing in the tip. He grunted as he felt your greedy walls sucking him in, shit, your pussy was one of a kind.

Getou pressed his forehead to yours as he started to move, he was getting drunk on pleasure, and you felt no different, you were doing your best not to close your eyes and moan like crazy, but he deepened his thrusts and practically forced you to let go and let out those precious sounds he wanted to hear.

“There they are. And here I thought you weren’t a vocal.”

Unexpectedly, your phone started ringing. You planned to ignore it, Getou too, but when it rang a second time, with annoyance, he reached into your bag, which had been left near the bed pillows, and pulled out your phone with the intention of turning it off. But when he saw the contact photo, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, it's Mr. Boyfriend.” He announced with a mocking tone. “You should answer, he's probably worried about you.”

“Ignore him.” You said as you dug your nails into his biceps when he pushed his hips harder.

The call ended and immediately another one came up. Why did he call you just now?

“Don't you wanna say hi?” He asked and without waiting for your answer, he slid his finger across the screen to accept the call.

You didn't even stop him, too focused on how his cock hit your sweet spot perfectly.

“Yes?” He answered by holding the phone to his ear and sitting on his calves to continue shoving himself into you as he saw the point where you two connected with clarity.

Suddenly, he laughed as if he had been told a joke. “Calm down, she's here. Don't worry, she's in good hands.” He moved his hand to your neck, where he pressed it with just enough force to cut off some air, forcing a moan out of you.

“What are we doing?” He asked teasingly. “I’m fucking you out of her mind.”

He didn't bother to listen to the insults that the jerk was going to say because he hung up and turned off your phone to make sure that nothing else would disturb the best sex he had ever had in his life.

“That was—” You tried to speak, but your words were lost in the air as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

He chuckled before saying, “I meant it. You won't even remember his name when I'm done with you.”

A feeling of possession came over him, for tonight, he would make sure you thought of nothing or no one else but him and his cock.

Getou felt your necklace in the palm of his hand, and then he remembered that when you were at the bar you had told him that your boyfriend had given it to you. Well, you didn't need it anymore. So he ripped it off forcing the chain to break, and threw it somewhere in the room.

The move had hurt you a little but you didn't say anything about it, you just looked at him with a frown of confusion at the random action.

“I’ll buy you another.” He simply stated.

You didn't bother to ask if that was true or false since he moved his hand to your clit, where he began to make slow circles. He leaned over you again and tried to kiss you, but you only ended up gasping into each other's open mouths, since you felt your climax near once more.

You tried to mumble that you were close and although the words couldn't come out clearly, he understood you perfectly. He moved his fingers faster letting you reach the peak of your pleasure for the second time tonight, he had to use all his mental strength to not cum right there when you squeezed his cock with your walls.

He pulled out of you and stood up again to grab your hips and flipped you over. Your chest against the sheets and your feet touched the floor. He removed your skirt, which was rolled up from your hips and threw it behind him. Without giving you a break he slid back inside and spanked you before starting to move even deeper than before.

He pressed his chest against your back, supporting himself with his forearms on the sides of your head. He placed his face on your neck, where he began to kiss and suck on your skin, with the purpose of leaving marks.

“Like I thought, you look so much better when you're getting fucked.” He muttered in your ear, “I want to see this again.” And hell that he meant it, if it wasn't you who ended up calling him to see him again, it would be him.

He put two of his fingers in your mouth while he kept attacking your ears, your neck and your back with his lips. The stimulation was so much that you could feel a few tears begin to flow from your eyes.

You knew he was close when the movements of his hips became more sloppy and the way his increased panting blessed your ears. You heard him curse several times as he chased his orgasm.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and stood up, pulling you by the hair to force you to your knees on the floor while with his other hand, he fisted his cock up and down. You understood quickly so you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, waiting for it.

He threw his head back as he came in a big load, his cum landing in your mouth and face. His grip on your hair tightened as he made sure he drained himself completely.

When he was able to control his breathing, he looked at you again, appreciating your fucked-out face full of his seed. You swallowed everything that fell into your mouth and ran your tongue along the edge of your lips to lick as much as possible. The sight was too much for Suguru, it was too dirty but so hot at the same time.

“Shit.” He mumbled as he began to caress your scalp. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Getou helped you stand up and instructed you to sit on the bed while he went to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean you. He sat down beside you and held your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he carefully ran the towel over your face. .

“You wanna stay?” He asked, breaking the silence after tossing the towel into the laundry basket. “I don’t mind.”

After a moment of thought, you accepted his proposal with a nod and he smiled triumphantly.

And there, as you stared at the ceiling lying on his bed, you still couldn't believe that your sad night had ended in the most mind-blowing sex of your life with a hot guy. You felt like a new woman. Even if it sounded exaggerated. You were grateful for the push this stranger had given you.

At the same time, Suguru thought again that he would be crazy if a jewel like you was left in a one-night stand. For a moment, he was worried about waking up and not seeing you by his side, so before closing his eyes, he spoke:

“So, can I have your number?”

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