#this wasn't supposed to get deep like that

[mrrharper]

A Real Jock's Supposed To Be Dumb

Mike had a problem. And that problem was Tyler Grant.

Tyler Grant and Mike were both juniors studying finance. Mike was, according to the commonly used way of stereotyping people in college, a nerd. He studied, read books and academic papers, didn't posses good social skills. A nerd.

Tyler Grant was a college athlete, a wide receiver on their university's football team. and at a first glance he was very much a typical jock. He was muscular, his clothes always made that clear. He was popular with everyone, a bit cocky. Everyone knew that type.

But this wasn't the whole picture. For a football jock Tyler had surprisingly good grades. He spent at least some of his free time studying for exams and projects, he was active during classes, and he made an effort to get to know everyone who was present in the lecture hall alongside him.

And that meant Mike was... not frequently, but consistently approached by Tyler. The athlete usually exchanged a few words with him whenever the two bumped into each other.

And Mike was infuriated by this.

Because of course Tyler wasn't doing this because he was a genuinely nice person.

For sure he was doing this out of pity.

He probably laughed all day about Mike, that sad little nerd.

And all that pretending, which was definitely what Tyler was doing, made Mike fuckin' annoyed.

One day Mike was walking through downtown and he stumbled upon a thrift store. Lead by an impulsive thought he walked in and moved through countless racks and shelves. Then he saw it. A random golden chain, similar to the ones jocks like Tyler wore on a daily basis. Again driven by a strange impulse Mike picked it up.

"When you wear it, your word will be reality" A voice, belonging to some older man, whispered into Mike's ear. He quickly turned around but saw no one standing next to him. His eves went back to the chain. He had to have it.

So he bought it. What happened next was pure magic. The golden chain, when hanging form his neck, allowed Mike to alter reality. Which was insane. The chain's power was limited, but clearly visible and Mike was amazed.

He knew what he wanted to do with that power.

A week later Mike had to do a project for a class. The project required working in pairs and, what a coincidence, Tyler was sitting close to him and suggested they work together. Mike put on a fake slime, deep down sure that this was some new plot to make fun of him.

The next day they met in the university library to work on the project. As Tyler looked through some data on his laptop, Mike made sure the chain was under on his neck, hidden by his t-shirt and hoodie.

"You will treat everything I say as normal" Mike said. Nothing changed, Tyler just nodded after hearing these word and continued working. Mike smirked. Perfect.

"You will start behaving like a real jock. No more talking to me out of pity and then laughing at me behind my back. Be a real jock bro."

"Yeah, bruh" Tyler muttered to himself. His position shifted, his upper body more relaxed on the chair, his legs spread out. He swiftly removed his hoodie, revealing a white tank top.

"And let's not kid ourselves, deep down you know you are a dumb idiot. A jock like you will always end up with a brain that can only understand football plays." Mike grinned. He felt real good saying those words. Getting rid of academic competition, putting Tyler where he belonged.

"you callin' me a dumbass, fuckin' nerd?" Tyler stopped typing on his laptop. He looked at Mike, a dumb, cocky grin now clearly visible on his face. Moke could now see the arrogant dominance in his eyes.

"Yes, and you won't do anything about it, because you listen to everything I say, you dumb jock." Mike said straight into Tyler's face. The jock chuckled dumbly and flexed his arm. He put his hand on the bulging muscles and squeezed them.

"duuuuuh, dude" he drawled "wha' were we doin' even bruh? muh brain foggy dude..." he looked at his still opened laptop. "shit, nerd, what is that fuckin' nonsence!"

"I'll take care of that" Mike said as he closed Tyler's laptop. "You have other things to care about."

"fuck yeah i do, nerd!" Tyler barked at him. "Gotta get these guns pumped bruuuuh!" He flexed his arms again and laughed out loud, attracting attention of other people in the library.

"Okay, my jock, we gotta get you out of here" Mike stood up and waited for Tyler to do the same.

"oh fuck, nerd, we gotta get out of this fuckin' nerd central, am i right huhuhuhuhuh" He chuckled loudly as they left the library, Mike's hand on Tyler's biceps. After they were outside Tyler stopped for a moment, got his phone out and took a photo of himself flexing his arm.

"gotta keep the chicks on insta hot n' bothered, nerd" Mike smirked as he heard that. Oh yeah, his plan was going great.

#jock #jock tf #football jock #personality change

[dark-and-kawaii]

Gojo Satoru - Nanami Kento - Sukuna Ryomen - Toji Fushiguro

⋆˙⟡♡ They fuck you like they own you.

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Creampies | Pet Names | Choking |Nanami’s Tie Wrapped Around Your Neck | Toji’s Gun | Sukuna Is Soft Deep Down

♡ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ♡

“You’re making such a mess, princess.”

You couldn't help the whine that left you, the ache between your thighs throbbing.

Satoru chuckled softly, “You're such a brat when you don't get your way. Maybe I should take off your blindfold and let you watch, let you see the mess you've made.”

His hands were on your hips, keeping them firmly in place against his knee. Satoru was always so cruel to you, slowly tormenting you until you’re a crying mess on his lap.

“A~Ah ♡~ Sator-“ before you could finish his name the sorcerer grabbed your tongue between his fingers, pulling it out.

“Now you know better than that, princess. You know what I like.” He cooed, releasing his grip on your tongue watching you swallow, “This collar-“ he gave the pink leather collar around your throat a tug, eliciting a gasp from you, “- is so pretty on you, but this is my favorite part, the tag with my name on it, it means something doesn’t it?” He ground his knee into your sloppy pussy, watching the way your pussy juices stain his pants, “Come on now, surely you’re smarter than that. It means you belong to me. So, tell me what you should say, princess, and I might be nice and give you my cock.”

You knew he wasn't lying, his tone always told the truth. If you didn't say it now you would be in even more trouble later.

“M-Master ♡~ “

He smirked, his free hand rubbing the tip of your clit with the pad of his thumb, making you arch your back.

“Master ♡~, pl~eeeease~ let this princess ride her Master's cock ♡~”

You knew the man was smiling at you, could feel it, and it made your heart pound, his hands releasing your hips and moving to unbuckle his pants.

“Since you begged so prettily and remembered what to say, I suppose I should let my little princess get her reward!”

Your hands went down, grasping his veiny cock and guiding the thick head of his cock into your needy pussy. Your eyes practically had hearts in them as you sunk onto his cock. He felt so good inside you, the way he filled your walls perfectly, stretching you wide enough to make your pussy gush.

“Look at how lewd your pussy looks. Stretching to accommodate my cock.”

Satoru didn’t even wait for you to adjust to him before he grabbed your hips, lifting you up and down his cock, your wet pussy slapping down on him each time. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum plenty.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan, the tip of his cock massaging your g-spot as he used you, his grip on your hips tight, making sure there would be bruises tomorrow.

“Ah-amazing~~♡♡ hah ♡!!” you cried, your cunt squeezing around him, your eyes rolling back as your tongue lolled out.

It wasn’t long until Satoru was thrusting up into with all his strength, his cock abusing your gummy walls, his cock pulsating, ready to burst.

“I'm gonna cum inside you, princess. Gonna stuff you full and leave you aching.”

You moaned, the thought of him cumming inside, his thick gooey semen filling your belly made your sweet cunny flutter, your walls clamping down on his thick cock.

“Ooh? You like that idea hmm? Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure you never forget whose pussy this is. I’ll stuff you so full of cum it leaks out of you for days. Maybe even get one of those pretty glass dildos, stuff it in your pretty pussy to keep all that cum in you.”

Your mind was slowly going blank, your moans coming out higher in pitch. You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, your body jolting and bouncing as he pounded into you, “Sho’goood~♡ M~master~ Mah puushy gettin pounded s’feels good~ ♡♡”

Satoru groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. His mouth hung open, his face flushed as he gazed up at you, he loved the way you looked riding his cock, how needy you were, how needy you always were for him, and him alone.

"Gonna cum, gonna stuff my pretty princess full, paint her insides white.”

You nodded, a string of drool running down your chin as you felt him thrust up into you one last time, his cock spurting thick ropes of his seed deep into your womb, filling you to the brim. It was enough to send you over the edge, your pussy milking his cock dry, “CUMMMMING~ I’M CUMMMING~~♡♡!!!”

Your body went slack, leaning forward against his chest, breathing heavily. Satoru gently lifted the blindfold from your eyes, his eyes meeting yours, a small smile playing at his lips. Those beautiful icy blue eyes, you always found yourself lost in them every time.

“There's my girl.” Leaning forward, he pressed a tender loving kiss to your forehead, his softening cock slipping out of you with a wet pop, “Now then, lets get cleaned up and have a nap! It's been a long day and I'm tired!" He pondered for a moment, “Hmm or maybe it’s time for something sweet?” He smirked and nuzzled into your neck.

You couldn't help the giggle, “Nap and then sweets, how about that?”

Satoru grinned, scooping you up into his arms, "That sounds perfect."

This is the Satoru you've come to love.

♡ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 ♡

Nanami wrapped his tie around your delicate neck, constricting your breathing as he slid his cock inside you. His thrusts were deep and slow, pulling on the fabric around your neck every time he bottomed out. The feeling of him stretching you out so perfectly while choking the air from your lungs had your body in an absolute frenzy.

“You’re so beautiful with my tie wrapped around that pretty little neck of yours.” His voice was raspy as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the nape of your neck, pulling harder on the tie as his lips met your skin.

The rough fabric of his suit scraped against your exposed flesh, causing an indescribable sensation all over your body. Your mind was in a haze as you were getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen, your brain unable to concentrate on any single thing. He had you right where he wanted you.

“F’Kento~ ♡ F-Feels l-like m’m melt’ting~~♡♡” Your fingertips desperately clawed at his desk, your breasts smooshedup against the cold wood, chafed from the friction caused by his fast and hard thrusts, “M-y nip-ples~♡” Drool was trickling down your chin, your tongue hanging out of your mouth as you tried to form a sentence, “My- nipples, ru-bing~A-ahh ♡ A-h, FUCK~! ♡ Mmm... N-not s-so ha-aard~~♡ Pleaseee, Keennn~ ♡♡ I-I ca-“

You felt his hand grasp the back of your neck and roughly shove your head down against his desk, your cheek pressing into the surface, your drool seeping onto his paperwork, “You were saying something, dear? You want me to go harder? Is this what you were asking for?"

Nanami was merciless, pounding into your cunt like his life depended on it, “Your pussy is wrapped around me so nicely, my love, I can hardly move. I love how you suck me in every time I pull out. It feels so good.”

The veins in his hands and forearms were popping out with each thrust, beads of sweat dripped down his neck, dampening the collar of his dress shirt. His suit jacket had been tossed on the floor hours ago.

He grabbed your chin and craned your head to face him, a trail of saliva connected your bottom lip to the papers underneath. The sight before him almost made him blow his load right then and there, you were so beautiful.

Nanami crashed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you, his tongue sliding past your lips. You were so close. His cock was throbbing inside you, his pace becoming uneven as he chased his orgasm.

“Fnn~ ♡ Mn’~♡”

With one last tug on the tie around your neck, you came hard, clenching tightly around Nanami's cock.

His hips stuttered as his hot cum spilled inside of you simultaneously, a low grunt escaping his lips.

He let go of his grip on the tie, the fabric loosening around your neck. His hand slid up your throat and his fingers gently caressed your face.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?.”

You smiled lovingly at him and snuggled into his warm hand, planting a small kiss on his palm, “You didn’t, my love. You could never.”

Your chest was still heaving as you caught your breath, your head spinning from your post orgasm high.

Nanami's eyes wandered down to his cock, which was still inside of you, his cum dripping out from around the base. He carefully pulled out, admiring the view as his seed leaked from your pussy.

His lips were parted slightly, a blush creeping up his neck, his gaze fixated on your swollen lips.

He reached over to his desk drawer and pulled out a handkerchief, kneeling down behind you to clean you up, wiping up the mess between your legs.

You were absolutely spent. The events of the night had taken a toll on your body.

“Kento, could you… Could you carry me to the bath…? I- I don't think I can walk.” Your legs shook as you spoke.

He chuckled softly, "Of course, darling.”

♡ 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 ♡

He drags the cold gun muzzle across your exposed skin. You try to bite back a whimper as Toji traces your perky clit with the tip of his gun... Trailing it down between your legs until the muzzle probes your cunt.

Toji can only smirk at how wet you’ve become, your juices coating the steel piece before pressing it into your tight little cunt. Instinctively your legs part while he watches in awe as the metal shaft passes between your lips and into your depths.

“Such a good whore.” - “always so compliant for me.” He takes a deep breath, “always so obscene.”

He pulls the gun out slowly before slowly pushing it back into your depths. Making sure to watch you intently while the gun is completely sheathed inside your dripping hole. He continues this slow torture on you until your a sobbing and trembling mess.

“Hah~ ♡ P-Pwease~ Ah~”

You can hardly believe what he’s doing to you, eyes wide your breaths coming out in gasps thanks to the cold steel pushing inside you... Your hands came up to push on his arms, but they slowly descended back to your chest as soon as you heard him growl in disapproval.

Toji told you to stop acting like a brat, that if you continued to act up he’d punish you severely. Still though, you didn’t expect him to thrust his gun inside your sacred hole in the middle of a dark parking lot… And there was nothing you could do about it... You knew better than to disobey the man… Your body shivering at the thought…

He can hardly keep the smirk off his face while his cock twitches at the sight of you squirming from him fucking you with his gun. He was right, he thought to himself, you were such a slut for him... Always listening to his every command, you were so easy to break and train.

Toji continues to plunge his gun into your cunt, your legs spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of the filthy show you put on for him. The way your slick juices coat his weapon, the lewd squelching sounds your pussy makes… It only fuels the man's ego and libido further.

He wasn’t gentle either, never was when it came to anything. He fucked you with the loaded gun the way he would fuck your slutty little pussy with his cock. In and out, rough and hard, that’s the way he liked it...

Toji pushed harder everytime he drove his gun back into you. You don't even seem to register that he could easily shoot you in the cunt... Instead of fearing for your life, you moan out tangling your fingers with his midnight hair, begging him to fuck you with it until you cum... “Ah~ ♡ N-No way~ I- Hah~ ♡ Havin sex with a gun~~~ ♡ M’make me cuum~ !”

His eyes flash up at you with an emotion you couldn’t decipher, “Filthy sow,” but it makes your breath hitch...There was a moment where you wondered if he would actually hurt you, but those thoughts were quickly banished from your mind as soon as you felt his mouth crash against yours.

You can only moan into his mouth as his tongue snakes past your lips to explore the warm caverns of yours... No, he’d never harm you. Why would he? You were his obedient little pet, a slave to his every word.

♡ 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ♡

You were his little lamb, his precious, his beloved. He was the great one, the lord of your life, the master of your fate. He had been for as long as you could remember…

“Quit your squirming. You should be thanking me for giving you the privilege to be fucked by a god, a divine being, a higher existence. You should feel honored that I chose someone as lowly as you to satisfy me.”

Your mind was swimming in a haze of pleasure, lust, and pain. It had been so long since he took you like this, hard and rough, “I- Th-Thank you!! Lord Kuna~”

You were the perfect submissive, the perfect little toy, the perfect plaything. You did anything he wanted you to, obeyed him without fail. You loved him so much, worshipped him so much, you would do anything for him.

He knew that, he knew everything about you, and that was why he could use you like a puppet on a string.

And you were happy.

Even as his hips slammed against yours, even as your thighs, your stomach, your ass were covered with the white stickiness of his seed. You were happy to be his.

The way he spoke to you was demeaning, degrading, even cruel at times, but you didn't care, no, why would you when he looks at you with those eyes… Those soft beautiful eyes. Those were the eyes that told you he cared. That he loved you.

Wrapping your legs around his large waist, you pulled him close, and smiled. You knew he would never let go of you.

He was the sun, and you were the planet that revolved around him.

Your very reason for living.

“My lord~” You carefully maneuvered your arms from the two that had them pinned above your head, and wrapped them around him, pressing his body against your own.

You were the happiest when you were with him, even if he hurt you in the thrall of passion, even if you had to hide the marks, the scars, and even the bruises sometimes, you were still so happy.

The king of curses smirked, “So hungry for my cock. How many times have I filled you up tonight, pet? Are you really so starved for my cum that you're wishing to take even more?”

You whined, and bucked your hips, begging him silently for more, and he gladly obliged, filling you to the brim once more.

Sukuna leaned down and bit down harshly onto the side of your neck. The sharp pain of it brought you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around his length and you let out a strangled moan.

He was beautiful, he was amazing, he was the only thing in this world that was worth living for, the only thing that was worth dying for.

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #Sukuna #sukuna ryomen #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #Nanami #toji zenin #true form sukuna #Gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader

[nanaslutt]

short little Kenjaku x Jin smut in honor of chapter 257... ^.^

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Kenjaku gripped the sheets between her fingers, biting hard on her lip and Jin repeatedly bottomed out inside her, all the while shoving her head into the pillow. The weight of his body on top of hers and the pressure Kenjaku was feeling in his head due to how rough he was being was making his head spin. "You like that? Sure, are being loud." Jin grits through his teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head when he thrusts against a particularly soft spot inside his wife. 

Kenjaku smiled and nodded hastily, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth as she tried to look at her husband out of the corner of her eye. "M-mhmm." She moaned back, thrusting her hips against his ass. Jin groaned and grabbed the fat of his wife's ass harder, his eyes dropping to where the two of them were connected. "Fuuuuck." He groaned, stilling his hips as he allowed Kenjaku to push her hips back against him, fucking herself on his cock.

"Does that feel good?" She moaned, her question slipping off into a moan when he slowly started thrusting his cock inside her again, meeting her hips halfway. The man behind Kenjaku groaned, nodding his head as he stared at her cunt sucking his cock in, enthralled with how tight it felt and how hot the white ring of cum pooling around the base of his cock looked.

"So fucking good, god you're so fucking good." Jin praised, pulling his hand back only to land it harshly against her ass the next second, making Kenjaky cry out, her cunt clenching like a vice around Jin's cock at the unexpected sensation. Jin pulled his hand back from his wife's head and grabbed the other side of her ass with it, immediately starting up his brutal pace again that now felt even harsher due to him using her ass to pull back against his pelvis. 

Kenjaku felt tears well up in her eyes as she gritted her teeth, her arms shaking with how hard she was gripping the sheets. "G-god!" She cried, her jaw falling slack as her cunt pulsed and spasmed around her husband. Jin nodded and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, feeling his balls throb with the need for release. "You like it when I get rough, huh? Like feeling me deep inside you?" Jin groaned, leaning over her body, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared at his wife's pretty face, screwed in pleasure.

"Yes- yes- god- Jin-" Her voice sounded the same as it did when they first met, when she called his name for the first time. Jin was delusional, he knew that, but how was he supposed to let her go when she was perfectly well in front of him like this? More than well, she was crying and screaming in pleasure in front of him. What? Was he supposed to ignore her and leave her high and dry just because she wasn't exactly the same as when he first met her? Hell no.

"You gonna cum from this, my love? Gonna make a mess all over me while I fill you up?" He groaned into her ear, wrapping his arms under her body, feeling her soft, warm, alive skin under his large hands. "Yeah, give it to me Jin, make me cum." Kenjaku cooed, rubbing her ass back against his pelvis, making his cock jerk around in her walls, his eyes rolling back in his head at the stimulation. 

Sure, he might be a little delusional, but when Kenjaku seduced him with his wife's face and voice, there was no way he was going to push her away. After all, because of Kenjaku, they were finally able to have the baby they could never have before. 

#jjk smut #jjksmau #kenjaku smut #kenjaku x jin #jin itadori x kenjaku #jin smut #itadori jin #jin itadori #jin itadori smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[xxchumanixx]

Hii, can you write one with reader that is Tim’s rookie, she is really flirty and an extrovert with him, but one day she sets him up, like Lucy did. He gets upset because he feels like she led him on and then he starts a full on love confession because she is the one he wants. And then smut, very sweet with her kinda dom but both of them are switch

Lead me on

Tim Bradford x rookie!reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slight fingering, fluff, angst, hurt

Word count: tba (not entirely proof read yet)

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! Really liked the idea, and I hope you'll like how I wrote it. Im glad to find my way back to writing your requests and I hope that I'll be a bit quicker with posting again!

Now, enjoy!

Tim had noticed that you were lost in thought, for the third time this shift.

He'd seen you chew on your bottom lip, worrying about you drawing crimson, so hard you'd bitten down on the soft cushion.

It made him wonder what had you so deeply thinking, as he bit on his own lip.

"Everything okay?" he breached the silence, only then noticing how heavy it had been weighing in the air between you. Looking up from the dark display of your phone, you nodded.

"I'm just thinking about something, nothing important." you tried to soothe his worry, sending him a small smile that was meant to reassure him.

He cocked a brow, reading you like an open book. "Don't lie to me, boot."

You hated the nickname, instead wanting him to call you different names - very different ones.

Swallowing, you looked back down. You had to at least test it, see how he'd react. So you gathered all your nerves, reminding yourself, that you wanted to do this as a prank.

It was meant to be funny, after all.

"You said I could be open with you." you began, fumbling with your phone in your hands. He nodded, motioning for you to continue, as you hesitated.

"I have feelings for you."

The shop skidded to a stop on the empty street, as he suddenly slammed the breaks, the seat belt holding you firmly in place. Shock was clear as day on his face, as he looked at you, before he gathered himself enough to park at the sidewalk.

You had to be out of your damn mind, he thought, his heart - unbeknownst to him - matching the racing of yours.

The sudden movement when he stopped the car again, almost had you laughing despite everything, ruining the prank. But the shock on his face, made you swallow.

Maybe he wouldn't find it as funny as you would do. At least you hoped you would at the end of the day.

"Wait-" he asked of you, his tongue brushing over his lower lip in uneasiness. He didn't know how to react properly, you had hit him like a truck with your confession.

"Y/N-" he began, taking a deep breath, as he tried to make sense of the situation, get a hold of it. "Look, you're a beautiful woman - really you are. But you're my rookie, a-and-" he had to stop himself, biting his lip.

This had to be a bad joke.

You did the same, your lip hurting as you bit down to stop yourself from laughing, teeth almost drawing blood. Even if you actually had feelings for him, the moment he would find out you're pranking him, would still be priceless.

The silence grew tense, as the playfulness of the situation slowly faded, though.

Maybe you shouldn't have done this.

He swallowed, you heard it. "Tim-" "Y/N-" you interrupted each other, both closing your mouths.

"I'll go first." you decided before he was able to speak up again, taking a shaky breath. "It was a prank - or at least it was supposed to be one. It should have been funny, but it wasn't. I'm sorry."

He inhaled sharply, as he abruptly turned his head away from you.

That was not how you expected him to react.

Swallowing, you kneaded your hands, the phone tugged away under your thigh. Were you supposed to say something?

Before you could, though, he turned back around sharply, gaze hardened as he fumed silently, with his tongue nudging against the inside of his cheek.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he then suddenly snapped, causing you to flinch in your seat.

Yeah, you had definitely crossed a line there.

He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself in case he would miss when the radio turned on - failing miserably.

"What do you mean you wanted to prank me? Telling me that you have feelings for me, practically running me over like a bus with your confession! What did you think you were doing? What did you expect?"

You were taken aback by his sudden outburst, not sure how to react. Or how to make up for it, if you'd get out of this alive in the first place.

"I-I-" you stuttered, looking down on your fidgeting hands. "I didn't mean to upset you like that, really. I thought you'd find it funny."

His brows twitched, as did his mouth. He felt like you'd just ran him over again with that damn bus.

"But it isn't." he stated, gaze fixed on you. "It isn't funny. For a moment I thought you'd mean what you said. But then you tell me it's a prank."

He almost sounded hurt, somehow.

Turning away from him, you bit on your cheek, the flesh already raw from all the biting. It was a nervous habit of yours, one you weren't able to get rid of.

Your cheeks burned, most likely turning a deep shade of red.

Honestly, you had expected a lot, but not this.

Lucy had told you how he reacted when she did it - okay, maybe it wasn't original to copy her prank, but she told you how funny it was, so you thought what could go wrong?

A lot, apparently.

But why did he react so differently now?

You were a mere inch away from leaving the car, quitting your job. It was so embarrassing, and you were sure you'd never recover from this.

The silence grew more tense the more time passed, as neither of you knew what to say.

Would he report you? Get you fired? He had your fate in his hands, after all.

"I'm sorry." you pressed out through clenched teeth, trying to not burst into tears. The fact that he reacted that way, made you even more insecure about your feelings for him.

If he'd react like this, getting angry at you, when you'd tell him honestly, you didn't know what you would do.

He forced the car to move again, angrily shifting it into drive, before you drove down the quiet street.

He didn't even react to you trying to apologize.

Breathing in shakily, you looked out at the street, straightening your posture. You had to be attentive. If you'd miss anything, it surely wouldn't help his sour mood.

For a while it was quiet, and for the first time since you drove with Tim, you were happy about your shift ending soon, as the sun settled.

When he parked the car in the garage, you hastily climbed out, opening the trunk to gather the bags and guns. He stayed in his seat, only leaving the car when you closed the trunk again.

Without sparing him another glance, you walked to the output, handing Jerry the items with a forced smile.

The old man didn't know what happened, so you tried to be as calm as possible.

Walking to the locker room, you hurried to get changed, stuffing your things into your backpack, before you slung it over your shoulder.

You didn't wait for Lucy, as you'd normally would when your shifts ended at the same time, instead walking straight towards the exit.

How would the following day get? Would he stay angry at you? Would he ask to be replaced as your TO?

You desperately hoped not, even if you'd never be able to look into his eyes again.

Wiping at your eyes, you put the backpack on the passenger's seat, slamming the door shut, before walking around the car to get inside.

"Y/N!" you heard someone call out your name, panicking as you realized it was Tim, who'd been standing at his truck, now walking towards you.

You hadn't seen him before in the darkness of the parking lot.

It was out of instinct, that you climbed inside the car, starting it, before you hastily moved out of the parking lot.

He knew you'd heard him, your eyes had found his after he'd called out to you. That you were ignoring him now, driving past him, as he stood speechless where your car had been parked, caused his heart to crack.

Had he scared you off?

He was sure he'd upset you, there was no denying it, but that you simply ignored him and chose to flee instead, made him feel all the more insecure.

His heartbeat felt cold in his chest, as he gripped the straps of his backpack tighter.

He had to follow you.

And so he did.

After a few turns, you saw his headlights behind you - his car familiar enough to recognize them. Groaning, you tried to concentrate on the street, ignoring him for the moment, as your heart picked up its pace and your hands began to sweat.

When you eventually parked in your driveway, he parked right behind you, effectively blocking your car, so there was no way for you to escape him again.

Or better yet, flee again.

Now angry, you got out of your car, walking straight towards him as he did the same.

"What do you want?" you asked, frustration seeping out of your pores. "I want to talk." he gave back just as evenly frustrated, stopping a few feet away from you. "I wanted to talk back at the parking lot, but you just drove away."

Your cheeks grew uncomfortably hot, gaze shifting from Tim to the ground beneath him. It seemed so ridiculous to you now, the way you chose to flee instead of letting him confront you.

He would have either way.

A humorless chuckle left you, followed by another. "And now?" you wanted to know, looking back up at him with crossed arms. "Do you want me to tell you I'm sorry? I already did. It was just a stupid prank, I don't even know why you followed me or what you wanna talk about."

Your self defenses flickered to life, not sure what he wanted to hear from you.

His jaw ticked, teeth gritting.

"Did you do it on purpose?" he asked, shaking his head as a look you weren't able to place passed over his features. "Did you lead me on?"

Your brows knitted together in confusion, not fully understanding him. "What do you mean, leading you on?"

He huffed, taking a small step closer, causing you to swallow at the nerves bubbling up inside you, trying to fight them.

"I mean the constant flirting, the way you talk to me." he started to explain, taking another step closer. "The way your hand would brush mine, a simple touch so irrelevant, yet so important. The way you made me-"

He cut himself off, the sentence being left hanging in the air. But you wanted to know the rest of it, wanted to know why he was saying these things.

"Made you what?" you demanded to know, head tilting as your brows furrowed even more.

The light on your porch went out, engulfing you in darkness, but with a flick of your hand it came back to life, illuminating his features in the golden hue again.

Illuminating how painfully handsome he was.

Instead of answering your question, he decided otherwise.

"I believed you, when you told me you have feelings for me." he began, swallowing, as one of his hands balled into a fist at his side. "I believed you and I hoped for it to be true. But then you tell me it's a prank - I-"

He cut himself off again, shaking his head in disappointment, as his eyes looked away. He bit his lip, tearing at the soft cushion so hard, it almost ripped.

Meanwhile, your heart seemed to have caught on fire. You didn't quite get what he wanted to say, yet, but your body grew warmer, the more he spoke.

He ignited the smallest flame of hope inside you. It licked at your heartstrings dangerously, threatening to burn you at any moment.

"I got defensive, pushing you away." he eventually continued, looking back up. The fire in his eyes seemed diminished, their light faded.

"I was angry - to be honest I still am. I wanted to wait for your training to be over, before I- Before I would ask you out on a date."

Your breath hitched in your throat, body involuntarily taking a step back, as the force of his words hit you, setting the small flame ablaze. It momentarily knocked the air out of your lungs, the blood pumping loudly in your ears.

You must have misheard him - that was the only explanation.

He had planned to ask you out on a date?

Tears welled up in your eyes, a horrible realization settling in your stomach, quickly drowning the growing flame: you had scared him off, hurt his feelings.

It was a feeling you didn't like - not at all.

You wanted to say something, but he was faster.

"All this time I thought your flirts and the things you did were intentional, had a meaning. But now I know, that I was wrong. All you did was lead me on, making me believe that you felt the same way, but I was wrong."

"Tim-" you dared to speak up, interrupting him as you took a step back towards him. The words got stuck in your throat, though.

Would he even believe you?

He shook his head, biting his cheek, drawing blood. But he didn't even flinch at the sting it brought, instead breathing it in, to distract him from the turmoil of feelings raging inside him.

"I was so excited, because I was happy that your training is over soon." he continued, breathing in through his nose deeply, as his voice shook the slightest bit. "I was excited, because the waiting would have finally been over. But - again - I was wrong. I have feelings for you, and you decided to make my heart leap out of my chest, just so you could crush it all in the same breath."

You felt like he'd slapped you across the face. His words send a chill down your spine, knowing that he wouldn't easily forgive you, if he even would in the first place.

"Made you what?" you rasped out, choking on your tears as you demanded an answer for your earlier question. He tensed, swallowing, before he finally answered.

"Made me fall in love with you."

One of the tears spilled, followed by another and another. Eyes closing, your head hang low. His confession was what you had hoped to hear for the last months, almost a year, yet it crushed you, groping at you with iron claws.

One stupid prank had ruined everything.

Eyes opening again, you lifted them, meeting his. His gaze was glued to you, even when you hadn't been looking at him. He seemed like he demanded an answer, yet fearing what it would be.

"You are in love with me?" you choked out, hands trembling. Your heart nearly stumbled, having trouble to believe him, but he nodded.

"I'm in love with you, too." you confessed, even though it might have been too late now. "Have been for almost a year now."

Something flashed through his eyes, the light of your porch going out again, before he brought it back to life with a wave if his arm.

Suddenly, he was way closer than before, having used the moment of distraction.

"Say it again." he breathed out, hope making his eyes glitter. "I'm in love with you." you repeated, relishing in the way it made his eyes flutter closed briefly. "Again." he whispered, hands finding yours.

"I'm in love with you, Tim Bradford."

He inhaled sharply, his grip on your hands tightening. "Why did you prank me?" he wanted to know, reigniting the guilt inside you. Sighing, you looked down.

"It was Lucy's idea." you admitted, biting your tear stained lip, tasting the salt. "She told me about how she did it last year, so I thought I could test the waters with it. But you reacted so badly, that I decided to leave it as a prank, not telling you the real intention I had."

"I wanted to be the first." he spoke, tugging at your hands slightly, pulling you closer, as your eyes found their way back to his. "I wanted to ask you out on a date, tell you how I feel. I wanted it to be something special."

Swallowing, you nodded. Your eyes flickered to his lips, his breath on your own.

"Then make it something special." you said, voice husky.

You didn't have to tell him twice, as his lips found yours in an eager kiss. You inhaled him, as you kissed him back. Your hands entangled from his, finding his neck instead. His own grabbed your waist, tugging you closer.

The wood scraped against your back, as he pushed you against the front door of your house, demanding entrance with his tongue.

You greedily let him in, fumbling for your keys, as you did so, coming up with nothing.

His fingers impatiently brushed your pants pocked, eliciting a hushed giggle from you, as he fumbled for your keys.

"God damn it." he grumbled, braking apart from you, as he didn't find them either. Your brows furrowed, as he jogged to your car, ripping the door open and retrieving the key.

In your hurry to get to him, you had left it in the ignition.

Brushing the hair out of your face, you huffed as he held it up, locking your car, before he stepped around you, opening the door to let you both in.

The intensity of the situation was thick, palpable, as he closed the door behind you, not wasting any time to pull you back to him, his lips back on yours.

He blindly walked you backwards into the open living, kitchen and dining area. Your hips hit the dining table, causing the few things on it to rattle and shake. His hands gripped your thighs, helping you to sit on it.

Yours found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards, as he did the same with yours. Your arms tangled, causing you to break apart.

His eyes narrowed, as he tugged at your shirt meaningfully, but you were too stubborn to let him go first, as you tugged as well.

You stared each other in the eyes, both too stubborn and dominant to give in. His head dipped down, lips finding your neck. He began to suck, causing your eyes to flutter closed, as you momentarily lost focus.

He used the distraction to remove your hands, tugging the shirt over your head.

You huffed breathlessly, realizing how he had distracted you to go first. He chuckled, sending you a smirk that sent sparks down to your core, making your legs weak.

Removing his shirt as well, you let it fall to the floor, before his lips found your neck again, kissing downwards and over the swell of your breasts, as he pushed you down on the table.

Your breathing faltered, as one of his large hands cupped one of your breasts through the fabric of your bra. His thumb brushed over the covered nipple, making you shiver at the distant sensation.

Suppressing a moan, you pushed up on your elbows, as he unfastened your bra, throwing it on the floor, as his mouth attached to one of the hardened peaks.

His tongue swirled around it, tearing a gasp from you, the pleasure sent straight to your core.

Grabbing his shoulder, you pushed him back. He looked at you with confusion, tilting his head, but you continued pushing, until he was sitting down on the chair beside him, as realization struck him.

Chuckling in amusement, he adjusted so he was sitting more comfortably, eagerly reaching for you as you straddled his lap.  

Your hands found his bare chest, tracing over the muscles that contracted underneath your fingertips at the touch. His hands found your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. 

His breathing hitched, as you rolled against his covered erection with your jeans clad core. His grip on you tightened, most likely leaving marks.  

He guided you, as you did it again, softly moaning at the bit of friction it gave you. Pushing down as you did it over and over again, he tried to increase the pressure, his hard-on painfully straining against the fabric of his pants.  

He liked your dominant nature, often having imagined what you’d act like in a situation like this, with unholy thoughts filtering through his mind.  

"Fuck." Tim muttered, hazy from the friction, yet unsatisfied. He tried to regain the upper hand, but you wouldn't let him. Chuckling into his ear, you teased the shell of it with your tongue, his hard-on rocking into you, as he shuddered in response.

Fuck, you were dominant, but so was he.

Letting you continue your movement, he tugged at the button on your jeans, opening it, before he grabbed your ass, causing you to moan into his ear, as he temporarily lost focus at the heavenly sound.

He took you with him as he stood, causing you to yelp slightly in surprise, as he put you back on the table, pushing your down on it, so you were lying on it.

He didn't have the patience to move to another room or surface, as he unzipped your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your panties.

Gasping as the cold air hit your wet cunt, you watched him strip his remaining clothes as well.

He was gorgeous, for all he was worth. Shaped in just the right way, no matter which part of his body.

His lips found yours, as he leaned over you, his fingers parting your folds to collect some of your arousal, before he used it to rub your clit in delicate circles.

You moaned at the feeling, arching into him, as one of his fingers slipped inside you, soon followed by a second, pumping in and out of you, preparing you for his cock, eliciting beautiful sounds from you in which he bathed.

He watched your face as it contorted, teetering on the brink of your first orgasm. Just as you almost made it over the edge, he removed his fingers, using the remaining liquid on them to stroke his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

You fell down the cliff, but on the wrong side, as the build up tension slowly subsided again, leaving you deeply unsatisfied.

He teased you, brushing through your folds with the tip, barely pushing inside. It made you see stars, as you desperately pleaded for more - a stark contrast to the dominance you had emitted only moments ago.

He liked the sound of that even more.

Your pleas were fulfilled, as he suddenly pushed inside, stretching you deliciously. He slowly inched forward, groaning at how tight you gripped him.

You believed to burst, when he filled you to the brim, his hips meeting yours in a chaste kiss, as the tip of his cock lightly brushed your cervix. You moaned, not having expected him to be this big.

His lips attached to your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping, as he waited for your go, hips rutting into you the slightest bit, as he had struggle to compose himself, now that he was finally buried inside your heat.

Your fingertips brushed his nipple and he jerked forward, eyes meeting yours, as you grinned up at him. Shaking his head, he took it as his signal to finally move.

He slid out of your dripping cunt slowly, before he pushed back inside with a snap of his hips, causing you to choke on a breath, gasping afterwards.

His lips parted in a strangled moan, at the way you clenched around him, dragging him closer to the edge with each thrust. He pulled back out, but you clenched down on him on purpose, causing him to rut right back inside you, before he even had a chance to really pull out.

He shook his head at you, laughing quietly, as he smirked down at you.

Two can play this game.

His lips found your nipple, your back arching as he sucked it into his mouth, all the while slowly rocking in and out of you. The pace was brutally soft, teasing you to the brink of tears, as his tongue flicked over the hardened peak.

"Tim..." you breathed out desperately, heels digging into his back to make him move faster. He smirked against your nipple, but complied, as he picked up the pace.

Soon he was pounding into you, the tip of his cock brushing that spongy spot that made you moan his name with each thrust, believing to see stars. You were a panting and moaning mess under him, fully subjected to him.

He groaned and moaned into your ear, as he chased your releases, trying to hold back until you would be coming. His pace was relentless, as he fucked into you, the objects on the table soon tipping over, but neither of you cared.

"I'm close." you announced out of breath, though gasping, as he hit that one spot again. His lips found yours, as his fingers ghosted down your body and to where you were connected, parting your folds to find your clit.

He rubbed circles on it and you cried out, coming hard on his cock. Clenching down on him, you made it even harder for him to move, dragging him over the edge with you, as he moaned your name in bliss.

His warmth filled you up, as he stilled, harshly breathing as he tried to calm his racing heart. Yours seemed like it would never stop racing, lung desperately burning for air.

"Wow." you breathed, still feeling a bit dizzy. He smiled down at you, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah."

You fell silent for a moment, as his eyes searched yours for any sign of regret. But he found none.

"I want you." he admitted, clearing his throat as he shifted his weight on top of you. "I want to go on a date with you."

His words caused you to smile up at him, the happiness spreading through you as you still glowed from your high.

He believed he'd never seen anything this beautiful before.

"I want that too." you admitted, nodding. "I want to go out with you, even if we have to hide for the rest of my training."

His face fell slightly, only then remembering your current situation, before he nodded as well, pecking your lips. "I'm willing to hide with you." he spoke, his hips connecting with yours again as he rocked forward, earning a gasp from you.

He chuckled, lips brushing over your cheek.

"And then, when your training is over and you're officially a p2, we won't have to hide anymore." he continued, kissing down your jaw and to your neck, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"I will tell everyone that you're mine."

Your body shivered pleasantly at his words, sighing in bliss. "I like that idea."

"Good, 'cause now you'll never get rid of me again." he promised you, looking back up into your eyes.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

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[pascalssbabyy]

Desire

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit MDNI

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: How are you supposed to keep your hands to yourself when Frankie’s looking so good? The answer is, you can't.

Warning: 18+ SMUT mdni, no use of Y/N, no age specified, Frankie in just a towel, praise kink, softdom!Frankie, but also sub!Frankie?, softdom!Reader, pet names, dirty talk, m!oral, blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, Frankie has a big dick, anal fingering, fingering (female received), not much description of the Reader, but she has hair that can be pulled.

A/N: So, remember when I said I wasn't going to be doing any writing whilst I was on holiday? Yeah…I couldn’t stop myself and ended up creating this. I haven’t yet written anything like this before 🍑 so I hope it turned out okay! I’d love to hear all your thoughts!

Thank you to the sweet @schnarfer for her constant support and for proofreading this for me!💕 I also wanted to give a shoutout to the amazing @luxurychristmaspudding 🥰 After reading her newest fic ‘watch’ she put me in such a creative mood and this probably wouldn't have been made if it wasn't for her 🫢

You listen with patience, holding off your burning desire.

He's so close, his body naked and fresh, rinsing the stressful day away as he stands under the shower head, scrubbing at his skin and sighing contently to himself, his taught muscles loosening, easing up.

The bathroom you share is surrounded by steam, thick and heavy. You remain seated at the edge of the bed, forbearing, facing in the direction of the bathroom door, anticipating the moment the water finally gets shut off, the pull of a shower curtain, wet feet hitting tiled flooring.

You take a peek, you're so desperate for it, leaning on the palms of your hands to get a better view. The doors slightly agar and Frankie eventually comes into view, revealing a glimpse of his sun-drenched back, slightly red from the heat of the shower, glistening with droplets of water running down his shoulders and the dip of his spine, the hairs at the nape of his neck drenched, curling at the ends.

You admire his well-built physique, his height overpowering and muscles flexing when he wipes the condensation off the mirror, his back so broad and wide. Your mouth quickly starts to salivate at the sight.

He stands by the sink, calm and composed, a white towel wrapped securely around his waist, hands threading through his hair, slicking his curls back and away from his face. Your stare lowers to his soft, biteable tummy, a scattering of delicate hairs spotted just above the towel.

Frankie remains oblivious to your lascivious gaze, and with his large and skilful fingers, he pulls the towel from around his waist, bringing it up to dry his hair, rubbing the towel across his damp locks. 

You whimper, stare firmly fixed on his cock, resting soft between his thighs. Temptation gets the better of you, spreading your legs open and dragging your fingers across your skin and under the waistband of your underwear, sliding the digits through your growing arousal.

Desire rips at your self-restraint and fully takes over. Your pussy screams out for pleasure, skin overheating and tingling. It aches, and it's a throb you know only Frankie can soothe.

With a gentle push the door opens, the steam fogging the walls now dispersing. You reach out to him, closing the distance between you both, stretching out your hands along the expansion of his shoulders and down his ribs, wrapping your arms around him, your clothed-covered breasts pressing into his sticky skin. 

“You look so good Frankie,” you sigh, cheek nuzzled up against his warmth. “So pretty…all naked and wet like this.”

He chuckles at that, and the sound affects you more than it should.

So with lips close to his ear you simply whisper.

“Turn around Frankie.”

Frankie obliges, his back now flushed up against the sink, hands resting on the edge. You peer down at his cock, tongue peeking out to moisten your lips. His length’s still a little soft, but you know that won't be for long.

“How do you expect me to keep my hands to myself when you tease me like this? The things you do to me, Frankie. The things I want to do for you.”

Frankie follows your stare, his cock hardening from your lascivious gaze. “And what is it you want to do to me hermosa? Go on, say it.”

Your fingers skim across the hairs at the base of his cock, slipping lower. “Let me suck your cock baby. Want it so bad.”

Frankie's breath hitches.

You wait a moment, filling the air with your need, stare fixed on his features, seductive.

“Will you let me Frankie?”

He nods. “Yes cariño…” he whispers. “Fuck, yes you can.”

Knees drop to the bathroom floor, hands brushing down his chest and stomach and lightly touching his length. Frankie shudders above you, eyeing you intensely. You flick his slit with the tip of your tongue, repeating it until his cock sits fully erect and large in the palm of your hand, fingers only just wrapping around the size of him.

“Mmm, you're so fucking big Frankie.”

You lick the underside of him, tracing the veins that cover his thickness. He twitches in your hand, already becoming so responsive and sensitive to the heat of your mouth. 

“I love this…” you hum, lips hovering over his bulbous head. “Love having your cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck querida,” Frankie moans, thrusting his hips forward to shove more of his cock inside your awaiting mouth. “S-shit—”

“Wanna fuck my mouth, Frankie? You gonna make me choke on it?”

His grip is fervent and strong beside him, holding back, the veins following up his arms bulging, his chest lifting vigorously.

“Tell me, baby. How much do you like having your cock in my mouth?”

“Christ—” he grits, hand now tugging on the back of your head, fingers lacing through your knotted hair. “Yes, I love it. Your mouth…fuck it's incredible. S-so good.”

You swallow as much of him as you can, mouth barely able to take all of him and jaw straining. Saliva slips from the corners of your open mouth and drools down your chin, cheeks blushed and lashes wet, Frankie’s cock hitting the back of your throat causing your muscles to contract.

“Not so chatty now are you querida,” Frankie plays, keeping your face flushed and head still, your hands gripping the top of his thighs. “This cocks shuts this pretty little mouth up real quick, huh?”

You nod up to him the best you can, maintaining his stare, your vision blurred. Frankie smirks at your attempt for obedience, cupping your wet chin.

“You filthy girl.”

His cock leaves your mouth in an absurd gasp. Your throat starts to feel numb and sore, empty lungs frantic for air, your hand continuing at a steady pace and stroking him.

With bold actions, Frankie watches you suck your index finger into your mouth. It slides from your lips wet and glistening before you trace your fingers over his hips and back towards the curve of his ass, moving in closer.

“Spread your legs for me Frankie.”

You notice the signs of confusion that gradually take over his features; his furrowed eyebrows and his quivering lip, his unyielding control plummeting. But Frankie does it anyway, widening his stance and waiting. Preparing himself.

His peach fuzz tickles your skin, gently prodding the end of your finger between the crevice of his ass cheeks, feeling him pull away slightly.

“H-hermosa,” he stutters, “what—”

“What do y’think Frankie?” You ask softly. “Can I keep going? Will you let me?”

Frankie's hesitant for a moment, his eyes betraying his apprehension as the two of you delve into something different, something new. Sure, you both had spoken about this before, to which Frankie had boldly agreed, but right now, you can sense his nerves.

You give him some time to gather his thoughts and emotions, kissing the skin on his stomach, giving him that reassurance he needs.

And after a few moments of silence, Frankie takes a deep breath and nods.

“Need you to say it, Frankie. Is this okay?”

Frankie inhales, “yes, it's okay.”

You hold his cheeks apart, steadily rubbing his tight ring of muscle, repeating the motion and watching his body flinch slightly above you before slowly pushing just the tip of your finger past his hole, scanning his face for any discomfort.

“I’ll go slow,” you comfort him. “There's no rush here baby. Just wanna make you feel good.”

Frankie slows his breathing, and when you don't see any uncertainty you push forward, inching your finger inside him until your knuckles deep, feeling him tense and pulse around your finger.

And shit, it even shocks you with how much you're enjoying this already.

“Fuck Frankie,” you admire. “You're so tight.”

Once you feel him relax, you curl your finger in a downwards gesture, massaging his g-spot and Frankie gasps out. His cock twitches in the palm of your hand, his body responsive. He reaches out for you, clutching you by the back of your neck.

“Fuck—” Frankie whimpers, fingernails digging imprints into your shoulder. “Hermosa—”

You still your movements, gauging his reaction. “Good Frankie? You like it? D’you want me to stop?”

He shakes his head. “No cariño, don’t stop. It's just…i-it's new. But it ain't bad.”

You release the breath you hadn't noticed you'd been holding, continuing your actions as you suck his cock with fervour and curl your digit. His tip turns a deep red colour and seeps, quickly catching the come that oozes from his slit with your tongue, completely drinking all of him in.

“Fuck me—” Frankie groans, “s’good. So fucking good.”

You curl your finger deeper, changing the angle of your thrusts which Frankie seems to like, crying out your name in desperate whines.

“I am fucking you Frankie,” you tease. “Fucking you like you deserve, taking it so well.”

His balls tighten as you cup him, the muscles in his abdomen compressing. You fixate your gaze on him, staring as his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs wide open.

“K-keep going cariño,” he moans, breathing heavily through his nostrils. “Fuck I’m gonna come. Y’gonna make me come.”

Your stomach flutters, not stopping. “Coming so soon Frankie?” You flirt, quickening your strokes. “You’re loving this, aren't you? Doing so well. Being such a good boy for me.”

It's all so overwhelming. Frankie turns into a puddle in the palm of your hands, nearing his edge and completely falling apart.

“Come Frankie. Fuck, please come.”

“Fuck yes, that's it. Holy shit—”

Frankie's voice grows louder until it cuts off altogether, spurts of his come landing on the surface of your tongue and the back of your throat, your mouth never missing a single drop as you relish in the way he cries out, his chest heaving and eyes glued shut.

You open your mouth to him, giving him a peek and showing him his release before you swallow him, moaning at the saltiness.

You withdraw your hands from his spent cock, slowly removing your finger from his tight hole as it throbs around your digit. You raise to your knees, suddenly feeling a harsh ache in them, but you ignore it anyway, kissing Frankie on his chest.

“Christ hermosa—” Frankie sighs, his words now as much breath as sound. “That. That was…”

“I know baby,” you cut in, smiling up at him. “We’re definitely going to be doing that again if that's the reaction I get.”

Frankie rolls his eyes at you and sneers, just before they cloud with darkness, trailing his fingers down and sliding them under your underwear, cupping your neglected sex.

“Fuck Frankie…” you pant, clawing at his shoulders, “what are you—“

He grunts against your open mouth, calloused fingers toying with your clit. “I think someone enjoyed that a little bit more than me. You're soaking wet querida.”

He nibbles and sucks on your neck, marking you, tracing his teeth down and over your collarbone. You can feel his cock harden and push into your stomach, Frankie's hips thrusting for friction.

“Cariño, you think we’re done after that? We’re only just getting started.”

Frankie detaches his fingers from your cunt and you cry out from the sudden loss. He quickly sweeps you off your feet, taking you into your shared bedroom.

Yeah, this was going to be a long night.

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[theblue6ook]

Other Lovers PT 4

Summary: After, Y/N’s ex-fiance cheated on her, she is in a state of depession and acceptance. Her ex is in the stage of bargaining.  

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: Hello everyone. I’m back. Sorry, these were up later than they were supposed to be and thank you for being patient during my personal emergency. I also have two fics coming out soon! We’ll be back to our normally scheduled uploads ;)  [B (23) Y/N (22)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce] [Y/N/N is your nickname]

Y/N was typically the early bird at the office. It was normal to see her trotting in around 6 am. She was a classic worker bee with a never-ending workload. Today was different. She officially arrived at the office around 4 am, still sporting her silk red gown. Mud and rubble hung from the wet hem. Blotchy and swollen from crying, her eye makeup barely clung to her cheeks.

Not sure where to go, or what to do, she lay on the Wayne Enterprise balcony, Level Fifteen. The sky was a deep, silky black. Y/N stared up into the dark void. She saw nothing. Honestly, you could never really see the stars in Gotham, not with the thick smog, but still, she stared, lying on the cold concrete.

If anyone saw her here, she was sure she would get fired. Or should be.

Y/N couldn't even remember what prompted her to come here. After catching Russ at Mary Anne's, or I guess catching him in his new apartment, she just started walking. It was completely on impulse. She didn't have a destination in mind, and yet, somehow, here she was. At the office, bathed in sweet darkness.

Her bare back pressed against the gritty concrete, hair fanning around her head. She slid her fingertips over her bare ring finger. It felt freeing. It felt lonely. My best friend of nine years. Gone. Sighing, she squinted up once against, trying to find the tiny lights behind the clouds. They were there. Somewhere.

-

Bruce perched on The Waldorf, one of the nearby buildings, and stared at Y/N, who lay emotionless. The black Gotham sky moved above her, surrounding her in inky darkness. She stopped crying a little over two hours ago but still did not move from her spot on the balcony. Bruce sighed, stepping off the rooftop to move in her direction.

He swung up onto Wayne Enterprises and moved into the penthouse. Still covered in his cowl and leather, Bruce moved toward his bedroom to grab some clothes. His goal was to get her off the balcony and out of the office before the morning workers started showing up. You can only keep employees off a closed level for so long, and he didn't want to raise suspicions.

Grabbing a plain black sweatshirt, Bruce swiftly tugged off his armored leathers and pulled the soft material over his head. He could blame his sweat on a morning workout. Throwing on some grey joggers, he took his personal elevator down to level fifteen. It only took him a few steps off the elevator before he could see her through the window panes. She laid still. Bruce would have thought she was asleep if it wasn't for her wide eyes still staring at the sky. Sliding the door open, Y/N sat up quickly and covered herself with her arms, shocked. It was almost as if she had just realized she was still wearing her silk gown. 

Quickly and embarrassed, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Bruce leaned against the doorframe, waiting for a response. Y/N turned away from him and huffed, laying back down. It didn't seem like she even knew the answer. "No one knew where you were. Not Carrie. Not Alfred. I was upstairs, so I figured I'd see if you were here." 

"What were you doing at the office at 6 am?"

"At my penthouse, Y/N."

"Oh." Honestly, she had forgotten he had a penthouse. Bruce's richness tends to allude her. Hesitantly, she flipped her phone over, flicking the screen on. Six missed calls from Carrie. Seven from Alfred. She was so fucking screwed. "Shit."

Finally, Bruce walked over to her and bent down beside her. He tilted his head, looking at her. She sat in a damp dress, and her makeup had run down her cheeks, but she was still Y/N. He put his hands around hers and said quietly, "C'mon, let's get you upstairs. I'll let Alfred and Carrie know I found you."

Y/N finally looked up at him and lightly nodded. Pulling her off the ground, Bruce embraced her, rubbing his hands up and down her cold arms. Finally, he led her inside the office and up to the penthouse.

The penthouse held a different vibe than the office. Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of it. While the office had been consistently updated to balance the flow of working people, the penthouse seemed frozen in time. It held a gothic charm, something that could only be described as Old Gotham. Large, cathedral-like windows covered the living room wall, and jewel tones littered the surrounding area. It was similar in wood tone and style to Bruce's office now that she thought of it. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this is what Wayne Enterprises had looked like in its heyday.

Placing his hand on the small of her back, Bruce led her to one of the plush leather sofas. He placed his hands on her biceps and spoke softly to her, "I should go tell Alfred and Carrie that I found you, but if you want to wash up, there's a bathroom in that room over there, okay?"

Y/N nodded once again, seeming to have lost all interest in talking. How could she talk when she was just so embarrassed? Not only did she call her engagement off, but now her boss had to take care of her. As Bruce walked off, she threw her head back groaning, and stood, heading towards the bathroom. 

It's probably not employee etiquette to shower at your boss's house, but Y/N needs one. So she turned on the water. Hot. So hot, it almost burned her skin. She felt like she needed to scrub violently. Wash every cell Russ had ever touched, caressed, loved. The water pattered against the tile floors, but it still wasn’t enough to drown out her thoughts. What Russ had done had finally, really sunk in. It was branded into her mind. The way he thrashed against Mary Anne. The way he raised his hand to her. It was engraved into her bones. 

She lifted her head to the faucet, letting the water run down her face. It was all getting so overwhelming. The fan. The water. The silence. The thoughts. Knocking. There was knocking. She quickly shut the water off. Wiping her face with a towel. How long had she been in here? “Yeah?”

“I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving some clothes out for you. I have to go run down to the office. There’s a meeting.”

“I can come with you-”

“No. Stay up here.”

Throwing a towel around her, she approached the door and cracked it a decent amount. “I can seriously change and come with you.”

“I think you should stay up here," he argued, "Mental vacation.”

“I don’t want a mental vacation.”

“You’re taking one.”

“Fine,” she sighed.

“I’ll be back in 30," his eyes quickly darted to her bare legs, "Just get comfortable and hang out until I'm back."

She watched him look back at her one last time before finding his way out of the bedroom. Turning toward the bed, she noticed a pair of sweats neatly folded. She picked up the sweatshirt, folded it in her hands, and slipped off her towel. You never realize how tall a person is until you try on their clothes, and this pair of sweats swallowed her whole. She had noticed they looked worn well. Curious, she brought the sweatshirt up to her nose and breathed in. The scent could only be described as Bruce. 

There was a light hint of cologne, something expensive, surely, but overtop of that, she could smell rain. Gotham rain and leather. These were no back closet finds. These were his. She wasn't sure why she felt surprised. It was his penthouse, and they were his clothes, but the sentiment made her grin. 

Stepping out of the bedroom, her pants dragged against the ground. She stepped over to the leather couch once again and buried herself into the pillows. Staring up at the ornate ceiling, she grabbed her phone off the coffee table, ready for the insane amount of calls that awaited her.

She turned her phone in her hand and finally switched off the Do Not Disturb. She expected calls from Carrie or Alfred, but immediately a call from Russ came through. She denied it. Another call from Russ. Denied. Looking through her phone history, he had now called seventeen times. Lighting up her screen once more, there was another call from Russ. Frustrated, she answered it.

“Usually when someone is denying your calls it’s because they don’t want to fucking talk to you.”

“Babe-”

“Don’t call me that. I’m not anything to you. Clearly.”

“It wasn’t like that. It was a mistake. After, all the things we’ve been through Y/N-”

“That’s what makes it so much worse. All of that and still you find someone else-”

“It wasn’t like that-”

“You were moving in together, Russ!” She sat up, angrily. 

“I made one mistake. One fucking mistake, Y/N. I don’t think that’s worth giving up on us.” She rolled her eyes. Here he goes again, saying the same shit.

"Maybe it's you, Russ. Maybe you're not fucking worth it," she spat at him, tears in her eyes again. She didn't mean that, and she knew it, but some part of her hurt, and it wanted him to hurt too.

“You think it’s been easy with you? You think you’re a cakewalk, Y/N. I just needed someone who’s not all about work all the time. Someone who makes time for me.”

“Great. Hope you got her.”

“You’re not better than me, Y/N. You’re not.”

“I never said I was.”

“No, but you’re acting like it,” he said. “Besides your job, what do you even bring to the table?”

“What table, Russ? You can’t afford one.”

She heard him promptly cut the line. Angrily, she chucked the phone into the couch diagonal from her. Russ was always like this. A glass canon. He could dish it out, but the minute it came back around, he could never take the heat. Hearing a ding come from the elevator, she turned with a frustrated look on her face. 

“Woah,” Bruce raised his hands, “I’m back early I know, but let's take a breath.” 

Y/N rubbed at her eyes, and looked back up at him, “You went down to the meeting in sweats?”

“I said I was going. I didn’t say I was looking nice," he defended himself, and for the first time in fourteen hours, Y/N began to chuckle. Gradually, her chuckle turned into a deep laugh, and she laughed hard. "Oh god. What is my life? I can't believe you went down there like that."

“I look better than you did earlier,” he said, plopping down beside her. “Besides, I didn’t really sleep last night. I’m tired, cut me some slack.”

“Yeah, same,” she whispered. 

Silently, Bruce sat thinking. He looked over at her one more time before opening his arms to wrap around her. She let him wrap his hands around her waist, but she didn't expect him to pull them down onto the couch. Pushing up onto his chest, she looked at him bewildered. He glanced at her with a lazy grin, “Let’s just take an hour-long power nap. Right here.”

“You do know you have like seven beds up here right?” she whispered to him, like they were the only people in the world.

Bruce grinned at her once more, opening her arms to give her a chance to escape. Instead, Y/N grinned back. Just this once, she was going to cut herself some slack. Slowly, she leaned down, placing her cheek against his jaw, and tucked her head into the crook of his neck. Their bodies easily slid together, legs molding, arms wrapping around each other. The scent of leather and rain flooded her senses. She had never felt so safe. @pank0w @moejoeflow @padsfirewhisky @maxinehufflepuffprincess

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[zygomantic]

Fuck it up, baby.

Synopsis: Gojo is stuck in an arranged marriage and looks for pleasure elsewhere. You help him out.

Content Warning: NSFW, unprotected sex, cheating, cumming inside, female reader

It was only supposed to be a fling, you'd repeatedly said, though you weren't sure who you were assuring and reminding anymore. Him or you. Still, you told yourself you wouldn't ruin a family.

It wasn't a happy one, you knew that much, but you had no room in your life for a furious woman that wanted to kill you for fucking her husband. It was supposed to be a one time thing, a sinful night shared between the two of you, but here you are again, for the second time this week, in a bed that's not yours.

Your sweating left hand is pressed firmly to your mouth, trying to muffle any sounds that might escape despite Gojo repeatedly telling you that it's fine, no one's home. But it just feel so wrong. He's a married man, he has a wife. A wife that's not you, a small, dark part of yourself responds.

"Don't- fuck- don't worry," Gojo says between groans as he barrels into you like an animal, hitting every spot so deep inside of you that you're seeing stars. The bed is creaking now, and the repeating sound would usually drive you nuts but you're so full from Gojo's cock inside you that you hardly notice it.

"Shit- yes, yes-" You don't even bother responding, too busy focusing on how amazing his dick feels als it's rubbing your gummy, warm walls, balls slapping against your ass heavily with every push. It's so good, you wish you could stay here forever with him between your thighs. "S-ah- Satoru-"

His thrusts suddenly get sloppier, and the effect is immediate. Your moans can't be hidden anymore and you can't find it in you to give a shit. "Yes! Ah- fuck- you said my name- god yes-"

You did. And it's the fist thing besides the cock in between your walls that feels right. Once you've said it, you can't stop, especially as you're approaching that high, knowing he's just as close to breaking as you are. "A- almost there- almost-"

"Shit- me too- Cum for me, baby," Gojo groans, rutting into you without any rythm, desperately chasing his high like he's in heat. "Only for me- Such- ah- a good girl-"

You're not sure if it's the filthy words that undo you or his cock but your vison blacks out and you nearly scream as you clench around his dick, milking him completely dry. His cum fills you so suddenly you think you're in heaven, the warmth so comforting as you ride out your orgasm.

It's the silence after that makes you speak up, as you're both lying next to each other, trying to catch your breath.

"I will not be the one that breaks your family apart," you say firmly, staring holes in the ceiling. His next words make you want to go for round two.

"Fuck it up, baby, I don't care. You're all I need."

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[daisiescomelate]

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Prompt: Reader starts working at a new company and Nanami is in charge of training you, the thing is that you can't do a single thing right and the poor's man blood pressure is starting to spike.

Content: Nanami/Reader, office workers, drabble.

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You graduated with a degree you never got to use. So many years of work, so much money. You felt like your soul was ripped away from your body when eventually you got no choice but to start to apply to random companies for a job because it was something that couldn't be delayed anymore. So after months of being ghosted and failing interviews, even having no clue what was going to be of the rest of your life, you cried tears of joy when you received a welcoming email telling you you passed, because finally you felt like you had accomplished a little thing after so long. Problem was, you had no clue what your job was actually about.

You were completely lost from day one, from catching the wrong bus, to walking past the right street. It took you a while to get to the office building. You were fairly late. It was embarrassing, actually.

After messing up before your day began, and a welcoming talk from your supervisor, she introduced you to the employee that would be in charge of your training.

"Nanami Kento." He greeted you shortly while extending his hand to you when you were alone.

From the very beginning everything was a struggle for you. You messed up people's coffees, often got lost in the chain of emails that others endlessly sent around to let everyone know that plans had changed, had no clue how to use the printing machine, got the paperwork mixed up at least twice a day.

It didn't help that no one allowed you to finish a task before throwing something else at you, or that one of your bosses often interrupted you to ask you to do some meaningless thing for them, or that the managers contradicted each other on a daily basis and you had no idea what direction to follow when they did that –asking only made it more confusing and started fights.

But no matter how much stress this was, it was not an option for you to quit. This was your first serious job, your first this-pays-my-rent job, this-is-about-my-insurance job. Also, you were the stubborn type. You wanted to overcome this, become good at this, make progress. You didn't want to fail on something else so soon.

Nanami-san was many ranks above you, and had been assigned to you probably because he had been working there for long enough to know how to explain things to someone, but not enough to be able to refuse to do something he didn't want to do. Long story short, you could tell he was simply caught into this.

Still, he was always polite and despite the few times your lack of capabilities got the worst of him, he never raised his voice at you. He frowned and pinched the brick of his nose, but after a deep breath he always helped you through it.

He was patient.

He was kind.

He also had a strong sense of rightness. You heard him stand up in your defense against seniors more than once while walking around the halls, scolding people for asking you to make them coffee when that was not part of your job, or assign tasks to you that weren't supposed to be your responsibility. You two didn't even know each other that well back then.

On the days you felt dispirited and wronged by people in the office, it was nice to know of someone that cared to have your back.

It often made you feel bad, to be someone that needed so much patience; but at the same time seeing how much this man that was very much a stranger to you did to help you out, it filled your heart with desire to improve, and maybe someday be his equal at work, be useful to him too.

Nanami-san wasn't a happy worker. He never did more than he was asked to do, and he didn't care to be overly nice to anyone at the office. He had no friends among his colleagues and he often gave the impression he would rather eat alone every day than sit down at lunch with all those people.

After a few weeks at the company, you were confident to say that there was no one he seemed to particularly like in there. Still, he remained polite unless someone tried to step on someone else's boundaries –that was when he striked as if by instinct to the managers or the boss– despite him repeatedly stating he didn’t like to meddle in other people’s business because it was a bother.

Because you remained kind of a mess, and because everyone else at the office had grown tired of you, he became the person responsible for all your actions at some point. And even then, he never rejected you. He was being more vocal about you having to get your act together, but that was fair criticism since you two often got punished together. It was unfair for the boss to do that, but you couldn't deny there was a selfish part of you that partly enjoyed that meant you got to spend more time together.

You pissed off a client –to be fair, they were being very rude to you.

You ruined a very hard to obtain contract by dropping a soda all over it.

You accidentally exposed your boss for having an affair during a meeting where his wife was present.

You were too loud about a thing you discovered about the company management that everyone actually already knew, they were just playing dumb to not lose their job.

You broke a computer. That was fun, almost got you fired.

After hours (that he complained about no end), skipping lunch breaks together and doing paperwork together to fix your misses. Within all that extra time just the two of you, you got to know him better. He was easily annoyed by everything, and he got angry at something or someone every day, but he had a good grasp of his emotions and sometimes allowed you to make fun of him for being so serious.

With time, three to four months after you began working there, you started talking more. He even accepted to go out for a drink with you a few times in compensation for whatever you did. You had the feeling you helped him release some of the tension off his shoulders when you were together. And it wasn't much longer until you got verbal confirmation for it.

"I don't mind spending time with you."

It was so little, but so much coming from the orc this man could be. He was very grumpy and constantly putting on a no-feeling façade, but there was now a small fissure for you to look through.

A drink became dinner, and dinner became nights going to the cinema. Cooking was his main hobby, so he invited you home every other Friday. You were embarrassed the first time you asked him to go to the park on Sunday but you blushed ten times more when he said yes in his text.

His expression softened, he stared at you more often, he became more hit up when someone said something about you at work, and he started to walk you home some nights if you came out late.

One of those nights you offered him to come in. And the morning after that, you guessed the twist of fate that had brought you to that place so many months ago wasn't that bad either.

#jjk #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #🧁-- drabbles #nanami #office workers

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Kill Somebody Like You

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: strap in kids, this is going to end up a wild ride 😉 ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), (not telling who's what yet), serial killer/hitman Dom, mob boss Kells, blood, threats, knives, guns, fighting, inappropriate use of wet towels, sociopath Dom, drug use, cursing (duh), Dom being a little fucking weirdo, Kells ignoring everything, biting, blood tasting, heat blockers, slight control issues, self hatred, puns, boys being dumb, narcissism, inappropriate erections, stalking, talks of killing 💣 rating: lets say mature for now

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Name: Colson Baker AKA Machine Gun Kelly AKA The Machine Gun AKA The Gunner

Status: Alpha

Age: 27

Occupation: Boss

Address: penthouse at the Four Seasons

“‘Ow bloody knot’eaded can you get? Fucking Gunner? Alpha? No shite Sherlock. Course. Boss? Wha's tha’ even mean? Basically begging for me.” The man muttered as he stared down at his phone. He read back over the facts one more time before scrolling lower to see the picture of his mark. The blue eyes staring back at him from above dark glasses and through the screen were… shockingly pretty but he didn't worry about simple things like that. An Alpha was an Alpha was an asshole. An asshole who needed to be taken care of. That was his mission and his mission was all that mattered. It's what paid the bills and kept him from going off the deep end.

The message disappeared like it was supposed to. He only needed to study it for a few moments to remember all he needed. Normally he would have already locked his phone and put it away before it vanished but for the first time he couldn't help but linger on the picture. The Machine Gun was pretty for an Alpha. He'd been following him off and on for days so it wasn't the first glimpse he had but still. Those eyes. He was almost sad he'd have to ruin all those pretty tattoos and cover them in red but sad wasn't an emotion he knew. In fact the man in the shadows didn't think he truly knew any emotion, but sad? Definitely not. Especially not for a fucking Alpha.

The night was warm around him as he looked down at the balcony he needed to reach. Getting to the roof had been far easier than what he thought it should have been for a place that catered to such wealthy clientele, but it certainly made his job simpler. Of course the Alpha he was after lived in a penthouse- a mob boss of his designation would swing his knot around like that. Fuck he was tired of the damn cliches. He couldn't help but wish for one mark who was a bit more interesting. Maybe out of the norm, something fun and surprising. He'd still take them out but it might give him some variety. He never thought killing people would get boring but they were all the bloody same.

If not for the itch he so desperately needed scratching and the cash he needed to keep his wards safe he'd probably find a new occupation but the facts were the facts- he was a sociopath with a need for blood and he absolutely despised Alphas.

He didn't jump, not really. He simply stepped off the edge and grinned as the air tickled under his shirt. He was only in the wind a moment before his feet touched the solid ground of the balcony but it was long enough to prepare. To let himself slip deeper into the headspace he only allowed on nights like that. It was a job, but it was a job he desperately needed and he could only unleash himself truly when he had a target. He would sneak inside the flat and there would (hopefully) be a small fight. He wouldn't be leaving until the probably bland decorations were repainted in crimson and one more asshole who thought with his cock was gone from the world. As he started to pick the lock on the sliding glass door he had a small hope that at least this one didn't have the same stupid futuristic chrome tastes as they all did- but he wasn't holding his breath.

Colson sighed as he stepped from the penthouse elevator into his home. The lights were dim and neon but always on and he was fighting a hell of a migraine. He left them low and instead started ridding himself of his weaponry, locking his guns in a safe behind his favorite painting. His neck popped as he stretched it and peeled his holster off, letting the leather hang at his hips. Next to go was his button up shirt which he let hang open. Before anything else he needed a fucking pain killer and possibly a thick joint. Something had been messing up his system for days and no matter what he did his temples throbbed.

Col’s next stop was the medicine cabinet in his master bathroom. The room was large, mostly open to the bedroom, and perfectly cooled to a temperature he was normally comfortable with but something was making him feel warm. His skin felt almost tight and all he wanted was to sleep for a few days. It wasn't like his job allowed a break though.

The two opiates went down easy as he swallowed them dry and tossed his shirt aside but as he closed the mirror in front of him something caught his eye. A shadow.

“Who the fuck are you?” He snapped, all his instincts going on high alert as he turned to scan the darkened room. His vision was sharp but his sense of smell was almost non-existent. It was normally fine not to rely on that, all his other senses were better than most, but not in moments like that. He should have known automatically his home was invaded but he wouldn't act like a pussy about it. The only problem was… he couldn't see anything but the metallic sculptures positioned around his bedroom. “If you know what's good for you you'll fuck off. Do you even know who's home you're in?”

A soft chuckle sounded from somewhere. It was dripping with contempt and a bit wild. It sent a shiver down his spine. “Really? Ya going wiv tha’? ‘Do you know who I am?’ You all jus’ copies of the same arse, yeah?”

Kells furrowed his brows at the voice. Whoever was intruding in his home was… British? He didn't remember making enemies across the pond but he supposed anything could happen. “I promise you kid, I'm not like anything you've seen before. But you're welcome to find out the hard way.” He really just wanted to get it over with, this douche was going to make his night so much longer. With all the messy clean up and disposal he'd never get to bed at a good hour. It was already almost midnight. “Before I have to kill you can I ask who the hell sent you? I need to know who to ship your body to.”

There was that laugh again. “Ain't like tha’. I mean yeah someone ‘ired me but don't worry Alpha- it weren't another boss. You can die knowing you was the biggest bad around-” The voice went quiet before the wet towel he'd left on the floor earlier that day was thrown at Colson's face. He couldn't help the knee jerk reaction to catch it but the moment he did someone was grabbing his wrist hard and throwing him across the room. His Cali King bed broke his fall but it still knocked the wind out of him. Something was throwing him off his game. “Besides me.” The voice laughed maniacally but it was far too close for comfort. “If it ‘elps, me names Dom. But I don't fink it'll make ‘is easier.”

Kells tried to push himself up and reach for a gun he had hidden under his bed at the same moment but something sliced through the top few layers of the skin on his arm and he hissed. It wasn't deep but it stung like a motherfucker. “Not a fair fight asshole.” He cursed, trying to climb over the bed but the stranger- Dom, jumped on his back and rode him flat to the mattress.

Dominic was primed to play with his prey though the famed Machine Gun wasn't as fun so far as he'd hoped. He'd planned to draw out his game but his toy wasn't as badass as he was said to be. They never were. He pressed himself close, his knife in hand and ready to slip like butter through the man's throat but the moment Dom got a whiff of the bastard he froze. Everything froze. What. The. Fuck?

Kells was shocked when the intruder stilled, he could see a glint of light close to his eye and he knew there was a blade near enough to kill him. He knew he could try for his gun or attempt to grab the knife but he couldn't do both. Shit. He turned his head quickly and struck, sinking his fangs into his attacker's wrist but Dom didn't drop his weapon and he didn't react like a normal human would. He barely even moved. Who was this ass?

Normally Dom would see the moment as a comedy of errors. They weren't moving, neither was exactly fighting, and his mark was still biting his wrist like an overeager puppy. It was almost cute honestly but he couldn't seem to make his head work. “You smell like a bloody bakery.” He mumbled, pressing his face against the man's neck. His stomach dropped and his blood rushed harder through his veins.

Kells rolled his eyes as he felt hot breath against his neck but the hairs there stood up straight and prickled. It had to just be the cologne on his skin. No one could tell. No one. He could feel the fucker’s blood sliding down his tongue and he knew he was swallowing too much of it, only a little was actually drooling around his mouth like a bad porn star. He just had to hope his next round of STI testing came back clean. No matter what he couldn't let go. The blade was too close.

Dom almost purred. The scent of the man under him was cloying and heavy on his tongue like a piece of decadent candy but his pulse was racing. He couldn't deny the truth he could smell and he couldn't kill the guy. “Why you listed as an Alpha Mr. Gun?” He growled out, his rage starting to boil at the surface and fight whatever else he was feeling with the scent all over him. The half naked bloke mumbled something, his fangs tearing deeper into his skin but he couldn't make it out. He thought it might have been ‘because I am one' but he could taste the lie. Dom didn't kill omegas. Fuck.

A rough hand tangled in Colson's blonde hair and those strong fingers gripped tight before yanking his head at an unnatural angle. He wouldn't let go but he did look. His attacker seemed young. Soft. Crazy. “Why in fuck would you fake being an Alpha?” The intruder snapped, his eyes shining somewhere between jade and… red?

Colson’s eyes went wide before narrowing. There was something about the guy that screamed he was out of the woods. He knew he wasn't exactly safe but the knife was trembling next to his face and the heart beat under his tongue was hammering fast. He took a chance and let go slowly, surprised when the… Alpha? dropped his bleeding arm. The grip on his hair didn't lessen but still. Progress. He didn't know why he wasn't taking the chance to flip them and give the guy a few new holes but what he wanted most in life at that moment was sleep and there was a small chance they could get out of their mess without actually making one.

“Everyone knows I'm a fucking Alpha.” His tone was flat and almost growling but he didn't move to fight.

Red eyes narrowed to slits. “But you ain't one. You're an omega. I don't kill omegas.” Kells couldn't help but notice the strain in Dom's voice like his whole world view was askew. That could be helpful.

“Look who's talking.” He huffed simply and the grip in his hair tightened. “You're an Alpha about to kill a-” His voice broke off. Even to save his life he couldn't say it. For all anyone knew he was an Alpha. That would never change. Shit- even if the stranger didn't try for him again he couldn't leave him alive. Not with this information. “That's a fuck ton of Alpha aggression for someone who hates them.” He almost teased but Dom seemed lost in thought. Fucking psycho. The guy might actually bleed to death on top of him. But when Colson took a chance and looked down at the stranger’s wrist it was already healing. How the hell?

“Alphas are the bloody worst.” The attacker muttered and his voice was full of emotion Kells didn't understand. Alphas could be shitty for sure but it was far fucking better than being an o-... Whatever he was before he stopped it short with blockers. He couldn't sit there and worry about the self hating dickhead keeping him pinned down, he had to find a way to fight him off and end him for good. He didn't care how Dom knew what he was, no one could know. No one.

The body under Dom shifted, the long limbs going limp for a moment and while other hunters might think their prey was giving up, he wasn't so daft. The blade slipped from his hold as he rushed to move and grab the omega’s wrists but he was too slick with blood. His hand didn't close tight or fast enough and the lithe colorful body fully turned until they were cloth covered cock to cloth covered cock. Awkward. What made it all worse was the blood rushing through Dom started quickly moving south. “Fuck.”

Colson felt messy with blood and annoyed at the asshole above him. He knew he was worthy to kill for fucks sake. He was the boss of a pretty large crime syndicate- his designation didn't make him any less dangerous. Who was this douchebag to say he wasn't a danger?

A pillow slapped Dom hard against the side of his face but he held his ground and position above his prey. But he couldn't be prey. Dom wasn't like those other Alphas, he didn't hurt omegas. Ever. “Stop being a brat! Oi! No bloody pillow fights! Mob boss me arse!”

“Who the fuck even are you?” Kells growled, trying to move out from under his attacker and hit him at the same time. He was sure to anyone else this would look like a skit out of some comedy show but technically he was fighting for his life. Right?

Dom grumbled, the man under him was all long limbs and warm smells and too wriggly to get a good grip. He didn't know whether to tell the truth but he'd already offered his name. Which honestly on principle was strange enough. Why hadn't he given his nom de plume?

Kells scoffed when the Alpha ripped the pillow from his hand and tossed it away before he sat back on his lap and stared down at him. When he realized the fight was mostly over he took a deep breath and was shocked that he could actually scent something. It was barely there but sharp and sensual. It felt almost overwhelming to his senses after going so long without scenting anything. Was that… was that Dom?

When the omega started to calm Dom sighed. He could feel his body reacting to the fight and the man but he was trying to ignore it. He couldn't. He never had. He refused. No matter how perfect the mark smelled and looked and fit under him. “Dude. Are you fucking serious?!” Those blue eyes went sharp with a hint of gold and Dom’s stomach flipped. Now that was a beautiful sight. “You have a hate-on for Alphas but you're getting fucking turned on in the middle of a fight? Get the fuck out!”

If Dom could feel shame he might have in that moment but as it was he couldn't feel much but excitement. His hunt was over, he'd have to decline the job, but he may have found something even better than prey.

Before Colson could take a breath or react in any way the Alpha was leaning down and licking a wet stripe over his cheek. He meant to growl or snap or scoff, he really did, but whatever noise that escaped him certainly wasn't that. Without meaning to, he turned his face as Dom tilted his and their lips met in a harsh kiss. There was a litany of ‘what the fuck’ circling his mind but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Instincts he never had were bubbling up inside him. He should be biting Dom, he should be doing literally anything to fight him off but no. His muscles wanted to relax and he was warm and tingling somewhere he never had before. He knew later he'd feel sick.

Just as quickly as it started it was over and the weight was gone from Colson's body. A gasp left his lips as he blinked fast and searched the darkened room. Dom was standing at the door and watching him as he pushed himself up on trembling elbows. What the hell was happening? “You should stop ‘em bloody pills. You ruining ya’self.” The killer's tone was soft. Almost sweet and Kells wanted to shoot him all over again. Did he mean the pain killers? The heat blockers? It didn't matter. He wasn't listening anyway. “I wanna be able to smell you proper.”

Dominic swatted away the pillow that was thrown at his face. He knew he shouldn't have said anything but it was honest. He lingered at the entrance, watching the omega as Kells watched him and with his blood drenched finger he traced something on the wall just outside the bedroom door where the other couldn't see. The Machine Gun wasn't coming for him but just laying there like an offering. One Dom couldn't take. “I fink I'll keep an eye on you.”

That… sounded like both a threat and a promise to Colson but he didn't say anything back. He couldn't. His heart beat faster at the words and his stomach twisted in knots. He felt hot all over but he swore it was from the fight. Not anything else. Certainly not from the Alpha smirking at him like he knew.

With one last longing glance at the pretty omega on the bed Dom forced himself to step back fast and close the door.

Kells heard the intruder's running footsteps, the little bag strapped to Dom's chest jingling until he reached the stairs but he couldn't move from his spot on the bed. As soon as the door closed he could see what the man had been writing in crimson and for a moment he couldn't breathe or move. There wasn't much but in bright red were two initials. YB. The first Alpha his body ever reacted to- not that he would ever admit it- was Yungblud. A fucking serial killer. One with the highest Alpha kill count America had seen in decades. “Fuck my life.” Kells groaned as he fell back against the bed and covered his face with the closest pillow. That smelled like Dom. “Shit.”

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤 if anyone else wants tagged let me know.

Who knows if I'll be able to keep up with this but I promise to try. I've been desperately needing to keep my mind busy lately and @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker has been helping so much with keeping me creative and helping me come up with this (and other) ideas. I have a lot of it mapped out and I'm hoping to get more out soon but I won't give a schedule or I'll get overwhelmed. Heh. I really hope you all like it, it's a new idea for me. Let me know what you think 💣🖤

#yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #dom x colson #dom and colson #yungblud x machine gun kelly #yungblud and machine gun kelly #dom and colson fic #yungblud and machine gun kelly fic #my fics #jinx fics #abo dynamics #alpha beta omega #serial killer fic #mob boss fic #enemies to lovers #blood #fighting #cursing #bad boys

[all-hail-trash-prince]

ROTTMNT MOVIE SPOILERS

AU where Mikey can't get his portal magic to work at the conveniently right time, and Leo ends up trapped in the prison dimension for years. Kraang beats him pretty thoroughly and then fucks off, but Leo somehow manages to pull through. Most of his limbs are broken, but it's fine, gravity isn't as important here. His mind gets a little broken too, being completely alone for years on end, maybe even develops somebody in his head to talk to, Last Ronin-style, but he's alive.

Meanwhile, his family presumes him dead. Why wouldn't they? All of them together couldn't beat Kraang, just trap him again. Why would Leo, all on his own, have any chance? So they have a funeral for him. Bury his swords, since they're all that's left. Spend a long time mourning, but after many years, accept what happened and start to move past it. Maybe even start to get used to the way things are. By the time Mikey learns to make portals on command, Leo's been dead for years in his mind. Why would there be any reason to go looking for him?

But somehow, some way, Leo makes it out. I don't know how he does it, but he makes it back to his family. They're all overjoyed to see him, of course, but... shocked, to say the least. How are you supposed to feel when someone you've gone through the full grieving process for suddenly shows up on your doorstep? Not to mention that it's been so long, they're all completely different people now. They try for a little bit to fall back on the old family dynamic, but it just feels... wrong. Forced. Fake.

So they start again from scratch. Rebuild their family from the ground up. It's hard, it's awkward, and some days it feels like they'll never be as close as they once were, but the Hamatos are nothing if not determined. They tell each other about what they've been doing ever since Kraang's invasion. (Well, mostly everyone else tells Leo what they've been doing - Leo himself has done a lot of the same, being trapped in the prison dimension.) They have game nights and movie nights, long talks over tea, they comfort each other whenever one of them has a nightmare (which happens quite often, considering everything they've all been through) and slowly - agonizingly slowly - but surely, they start to heal.

#rottmnt #rottmnt spoilers #rottmnt movie #rottmnt movie spoilers #just #spoilers #i guess #oh i should probably also put a warning for sad talk oops this wasn't supposed to get quite so deep #angst #too bad im not so good at writing serious stuff #id kinda like to see this actually - BUT ONLY WITH THE HOPEFUL ENDING >:( #im here for hurt/comfort not hurt/no comfort #so in my version they (after a lot of work obvi) do become a family again :) #oh also this au was HEAVILY inspired by an animatic to the song Reverse on youtube #its just called reverse rottmnt movie animatic by ricecaqes #tmnt #tmnt leonardo #oh also leo probably has to completely relearn how to walk in normal gravity #and his family is gonna be there to help him #nothing says bonding like physical therapy ❤️

[whitetiger-byakkomaru]

{ Not me listening to the Arcane: League of Legends OST while I'm trying to write things out for Shinya.

Honestly, I can see Shinya listening to stuff like this all throughout his teenaged/high school years, especially since I headcanoned Shinya to be somewhat troublesome for the Hīragi family while he was growing up with them (sometimes he ran away like a rebellious teen and caused trouble, sometimes he'd pull pranks and then blame them on someone else). }

#{ Honestly... Shinya was probably a handful to deal with and I don't just mean how he already is somewhat a bit of- } #{ a handful to deal with in the canon. I mean and ACTUAL handful like people I've actively dealt with IRL. } #{ He probably bothered Guren worse than he did in the canon. Probably even sometimes bothered Goshi and the others too. } #{ And while he wasn't actively trying to hurt anyone's feelings (which I imagine he probably did a few times)- } #{ he still wasn't the type to really regret his actions too much until he actively became friends with Guren and the others. } #{ I understand that Shinya isn't a soft little baby or whatever the fandom likes to assume about him because of how he acts. } #{ But I do believe that Shinya IS capable of being soft for those that he actually cares about. } #{ Despite being stripped of a lot of things due to being forced to murder other children at a young age... I believe that- } #{ Shinya deep down just wants to be able to be normal and carefree like most people can do outside his position of power. } #{ Oops. This was just supposed to be me sharing my music... not rambling about Shinya. My bad. } #{ I'll shut up and get back to writing threads again. } #☾ [ ' 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈. ' ] - ✡ 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 ✡ #Youtube

[aroacehanzawa]

went to see barbie movie yesterday and the whole time i was like damn i could be watching the new miraculous ladybug movie instead

#not gonna write a whole review because i'm not eloquent enough for that but like. what was the Point of the movie #it felt like it tried to cram too many messages in at once without delving deeper into any of them and so just felt very superficial #it wasn't thought-provoking either because tells you exactly what you're meant to think #the silliness was simultaneously too over the top while not fully committing to the silliness because it also tried to be so serious #it also felt like the movie couldn't decide on the target audience and tries to appeal to everyone which again made it feel very superficia #even the themes or the purpose or whatever contradicts itself too many times in the movie #it's like it never actually went all out in what it was trying to say #and then you get all these moments that are supposed to be super deep like barbie's visions of humanity and what not #but it felt more like they didn't know what to do with the ending #anyway it felt like watching a 2h commercial

[marklikely]

getting annoyed at all the people i keep seeing saying no omg halloween ends was so good because they tried something new and im like yeah ok but did literally any of the stuff they tried actually turn out good? no.

#it didnt even do the bare minimum of creating a coherent whole smh. let alone being good i very nearly did walk out entirely. #like ok playing with the idea that your environment can be what pushes you to do evil instead of you being Inherently Bad #and the idea that like. michael myers isnt some all encompassing evil he's just one of many people out there who do bad things #great i get it. fine #but then they just throw it in the trash by being like actually no corey just is an evil person now. hes got bad vibes. #and then he (spoilers) and his entire story just like. doesnt even get brought up again now its a movie abt killing michael for 20 minutes #like ok . so now michael is the ultimate evil of haddonfield again and we all funeral march together to kill him. sure. #i guess fuck what the other 80 minutes of this movie were about. #like we get a limp line abt how evil never dies it just changes shape but like. they literally did kill both the evils & haddonfield's fine #i dont even think corey or anything about him specifically ever gets brought up again. for the entire last bit of the movie. #and we make zero moves to like address... what happened to create the evil scarecrow man at all. its just like well michaels dead we win. #plus whatever they were trying to do with laurie's entire character just made NO sense. #shes fine now she's healed from her trauma but now people are mad at her because she 'provoked' michael?? #when last movie we quite literally established that she didnt and he wasn't even here to look for her. he does not care abt that woman. #and then her granddaughter being like YOURE SO OBSESSED WITH DEATH YOU WANT EVERYONE AS MISERABLE AS YOU #when like??? laurie isn't even miserable in this movie she's post therapy and doing pretty well and enjoying her fucking life?? #so now everyone is just like. projecting this image onto laurie that we know is provably false but its never addressed #its not like . 'wow people project an ideal onto victims of trauma but its not true'. like i think we are supposed to agree w these people. #or at the very least if we dont agree we're supposed to be like wow that was deep they might have a point. #they just like. say they hate her for being obsessed with her trauma when she isn't anymore and then it never comes back up #and the way they all forgive her is her fighting michael but like thats what she did in 2018 isnt that why you're mad at her???? #and dont get me started on all the fake deep dialogue and monologues or the weird forced love story so they could hook the wattpad crowd. #but like the overall movie there are some ideas that are actually really good and exactly what i'd want in a halloween finale #and they just like . execute literally all of them in the worst possible way . #movie diary

[iicraft505]

Me: I'll let other people get rid of things even if they're things I can't imagine in a million years wanting to get rid of

Me: slams the door of my brother's room because he is getting rid of stuff I wouldn't

#some of it I'm gonna keep because it SHOULD be sentimental to him #a fair amount of the rest is hockey stuff which like. we have places for. #and shirts that i want #also he gets rid of stuff that looks fine on him because it's 'too big' #it's like he got in shape and then decided that anything that wasn't skin tight was too big #I'm jealous of him in some ways and i feel like I'm losing him as my best friend as he was when we were little and i have issues getting #rid of things and when people say or imply bad things about my mom. even if they're true idk i just. he used to me a Mama's boy #and i said that the opposite end of my mom is my dad and he said don't compare me to dad and like #okay then stop acting like him #so basically a lot of deep things that I'm too chickenshit to bring up in therapy boiled to the surface #i also worry that he's being pulled away from my mom and me by other people. #i also worry about him having trauma from the way i acted wjen i was younger. we both had anger issues on occasion through childhood #but i maintained it for much longer and i just. it breaks my heart but i don't know how to make that any better for him. if he does #and not like PTSD levels just passing trauma #i feel like he's swung too far from my mom's keeping too much #and I'm not a hoarder i have hoarding tendencies because of being overly emotional and sentimental because of autism #well probably that i suppose i don't know for sure but if i feel something i rarely feel it Just A Little #i thought i was better at controlling myself but i guess not #anyway. yeah. #iicraft505 #nobody asked #next semester I'm gonna get so in shape my brother isn't even gonna recognize me winter break #like an hour a day of activity no excuses #and I'll have room to keep my exercise bike weights and anything else easily accessible #so 😎 swol iicraft505 coming to a tumblr near you #not as much as my brother but still n #more rhan nothing at all

[wintaerbaer]

bottle up old love (jjk) (m)

summary: Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

genre: exes to lovers, the holy trinity of angst/smut/fluff

word count: 4.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble 💀)

prompt: JK + exes to lovers + "I'm sorry" + "I hate you" + "Don't fucking touch me" + "Leave" (for @btsborahaee <3)

warnings: language, a short harassment scene at the beginning (nothing too intense), explicit content including: unprotected sex (DO NOT), fingering, praise kink, biting, marking, spanking, cum eating (sort of?), big cawk soft dom jk, cowgirl (yeehaw), creampie, cockwarming, i think that's all but this also wasn't supposed to be too smutty so clearly idk what's going on lol

MASTERLIST

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

You spit the words at the man in front of you, pushing him back as he tries to make another grab at your arm.

“Why do you gotta be like that?” Seungcheol whines. “I thought we were having fun.”

“You and I have very different ideas of fun.” You take a step backwards towards your building. Somewhere down the sidewalk, footsteps clatter against the pavement.

“C’mon.” He matches your movement, reaches for you again. “Invite me up. You enjoyed the last time, didn’t you? I told you that was just a warm-up.”

The building’s brick wall is closer than you thought, and you bang your shoulder against it as you try to sidestep him. “Last time you didn’t follow me to a bar I didn’t even invite you to. How did you know where I was anyway?”

“Let me come up, and I’ll tell you,” he rumbles with a flicker of his eyebrows. He has you fully backed up against the wall now, and you press against the muscle of his chest to no avail.

“Stop!” you shout before he’s ripped away from you so suddenly that you’re left blinking in confusion, huddled against the brick.

There’s a thud–the sound of a fist hitting flesh–and a yelp before Seungcheol is reeling back with his hands clutching his nose. Blood seeps out from beneath his fingers, black even under the glow of the streetlamps.

“What the fuck?” he shrieks, and it’s only then that you take a proper look at your savior, looking every bit like he’s stepped straight out of the shadows with his dark hair, ebony clothes, and deep brown eyes.

And a lead weight drops into your stomach as you recognize him.

Jungkook sets himself between you and Seungcheol, looming over the latter as he continues to cover his face, whining. “I’m giving you ten seconds to get out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“Ten,” Jungkook growls, taking a step in Seungcheol’s direction. “Nine.”

Seungcheol straightens–clearly a last-ditch attempt to look intimidating. Spitting blood onto the concrete, he peers at you over Jungkook’s shoulder. “This isn’t over, bitch.”

Then he spins and takes off running down the street.

Your hands grip your elbows. It may be a balmy summer night, but you’re shivering where you stand, unsure whether you’re more affected by Seungcheol’s behavior or the ghost who’s unexpectedly in front of you.

“Are you okay?” he quietly asks, gaze fixed on your face. You stare at your shoes and give him a brisk nod as a response before turning away, punching in your building code, and walking through the front door.

He follows closely, slipping in behind you and trailing a few feet. You let him for a little while, guiding him through the modest lobby and up the first flight of stairs. But when you’re halfway up the second stairwell–almost to your floor–you pause on the landing, spinning his way.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes are gentle, sincere. “Making sure you get in safely.”

“There’s no need for that,” you assert. “I’m already in my building. There’s a keypad. I’m good.”

“The keypad does almost nothing. I followed you in no problem.”

“So I should be worried about you then?”

He flushes, the tips of his ears going pink. “Please just let me see you inside.”

You want to argue back, want to shout at him and make a scene, but you know it’s no use. Know that he’s stubborn as a bull and will get what he wants one way or another.

It’s how he broke up with you after all.

You say nothing, only hustle up the last set of steps and down the dimly-lit hallway until you’re in front of your door, Jungkook tailing you the whole time with his hands in his pockets. You practically fumble your key in your haste to get it into the lock, letting out a satisfied sigh as the latch finally clicks open.

“There. I’m in,” you say as you step over the threshold, waving a dismissive hand at your unwanted companion. “Leave.”

But he hesitates just outside the doorway, teeth chewing at the corner of his lip. “What are you going to do if he comes back?”

“That’s my problem, isn’t it? I stopped being your concern when you dropped me out of nowhere a year ago.”

Your eyes sting at the memory, tears threatening to spill over. You don’t want him here. Don’t want to see him or have him anywhere in your vicinity. Not when it still hurts like this.

Though, truth be told, you don’t expect to ever be fully over him.

“We’re done, Jungkook,” you murmur. “You made sure of that.”

And you close the door in his face.

The distress subsides quickly once he’s out of sight–like he was never there to begin with–and you don’t linger, dropping your bag on the sofa and heading straight for the bathroom. This is how you’ve made it a year without him; it was weeks of crying before you realized that wallowing was doing you no good, only fueling your misery instead of providing any kind of catharsis. So you’ve done your best to simply push past it and crush down the anguish that bubbles up every time you think of him. Put him in a tiny little box that you refuse to touch.

You shed your clothes and turn the shower to a temperature that you’ll probably regret later. But for now, you savor the way the water sears your skin as you wash away the day with all of its unpleasant surprises. Taking your time, you scrub every inch of your body and carefully shampoo your hair (trying not to fall back into the fantasy that’s plagued you on occasion where it’s his hands and not yours spreading the bubbles over your form).

The self-care continues as you step out of the shower and leisurely work through your skin care routine, even taking the time to blow dry your hair. By the time you exit the bathroom, the fog on the mirror has dissipated, and you’ve once again successfully tamped down the memory of Jungkook and his hands and eyes and everything you ever felt for him.

Or so you think.

After popping into your bedroom to pull on some pajamas, you pad back into the living room for a glass of water, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the front door. Regret attempts to push its way into your consciousness against your better judgment. The man broke your heart, yes. But you do feel a little guilty slamming the door in his face after he just fought off a creep for you.

And speaking of Seungcheol, what if he does come back? You’re pretty sure he saw you punch in the building code the night you brought him home with you, and given his behavior, you wouldn’t be surprised if he filed it away in his head.

Anxiety winning out, you creep to the door and peer through the peephole. The hallway looks empty, drab beige walls taking up most of your field of view, but you jump as you spot a hulking shadow to the right. Your heartbeat races then slows, a closer look revealing hunched, unmoving shoulders wrapped in a familiar black t-shirt.

Jungkook swings his head to look at you as you open the door and glare down at him. His legs are pulled up, arms resting on his knees, and it might be endearing if not for the fact that he absolutely, positively should not be here.

“What are you doing?” you ask him for the second time tonight.

“He might come back.”

“And you’re going to what? Fight him?”

He shrugs. “If I have to.”

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow, challenging. “You’re going to sit out here all night?”

He shifts where he sits, wiggling his hips like he’s firmly planting his butt into his chosen spot. “Yes.”

You roll your eyes at him but don’t doubt that he would. Again, if there is anything you know this man to be, it’s stubborn. “You’re going to scare the neighbors.”

“Who, Mrs. Kwon?” A tiny smile plays on his lips as he glances in the direction of your elderly neighbor’s apartment. “I think she’d be delighted to see me.”

If you’re being honest, she probably would be. She’s always adored Jungkook and praised him as the “kind, handsome young man” who helped her put away groceries and fixed her leaky faucet one time. In the months following your breakup, she’d asked about him once or twice, patting your arm reassuringly when you awkwardly told her she wouldn’t be seeing him anymore.

“Don’t worry, dear,” she said. “He’ll come around.”

Well she’s turned out to be right in that he’s certainly back here again, still watching you from his spot on the floor. And you don’t know whether it’s his big doe eyes or the fact that he really would guard your apartment all night if you let him or the genuine fear that one of the other neighbors will make a fuss at his presence, but you feel yourself softening.

Turning abruptly, you stride into the kitchen for your glass of water, walking out of sight of the door, which is still wide open.

“You coming?” you call, pulling two glasses down from the cupboard.

There’s a rustle as Jungkook stands and shuffles into your apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. For someone who was so determined to defend you tonight, he seems uncertain now that he’s actually inside. His hands are once again stuffed in his pockets, and his eyes flicker around like he hasn’t been here a thousand times. Hasn’t cooked you breakfast in this kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Hasn’t watched The Notebook with you on this TV and held you as you both cried.

Hasn’t made love to you on the couch.

You slide a water his way, and he murmurs his thanks, sipping at it lightly. It’s strange–seeing him here again–and you can’t help but think about the last time he stood in this room. It’d been a maelstrom of accusations and hurt feelings that culminated in him storming out, the slam of the door echoing in your ears.

“You never cleaned that?” He gestures at the rug that covers most of the sitting area in your living room, eyes on the dark purple stain roughly the size of your hand.

You gulp down your water and try not to follow his line of sight. Try not to remember how you’d knocked over a glass of wine in your haste to get his clothes off during another movie night less than a month before your breakup.

“I kind of forgot about it,” you say. “Stopped noticing it after a while.” 

It’s a lie. There was never a time when you didn’t notice it, the memory of him haunting you every time you sit down on the couch and stare at the garish stain. And still, you haven’t been able to bring yourself to try and erase it.

Silence worms its way between you again. With only the soft light from the tabletop lamp glowing next to the couch, Jungkook’s face is cloaked in shadow. And so you barely see his lips move when he speaks. Barely hear it with how quietly his whisper slips into the room.

“I’m sorry.”

Your glass almost drops from your fingers, droplets splashing across your knuckles as you catch it at the last moment and steady it on the countertop. Turning to face him, you find his gaze already on you, melancholy tinting his expression.

“What?”

He tongues his lip ring, shoulders dropping a fraction. “For how things ended. I’m sorry.”

You can see the sincerity in his posture, can see the sadness in his form. And yet, his words only fill you with a hot anger that bubbles out of you before you can swallow it down.

“I don’t know why you would be,” you challenge, “being that you didn’t even respect me enough to give me a proper reason.”

Jungkook huffs at that; you think he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Did it really matter?”

“Yes.”

He gnaws at his lip again, no longer looking at you, and his lack of an answer only riles you up further.

“Was there someone else?” you demand, causing him to flinch. It was the same thing you asked him when he told you he thought you should break up, standing in almost this exact same spot.

“No,” he murmurs after a moment. “There wasn’t anyone else.” He pushes a hand through his dark, silky hair. “There hasn’t been anyone else since either.”

This surprises you. Jungkook is, in your eyes, the handsomest man you have ever come face-to-face with, but even from an objective standpoint, he is exceedingly attractive. There is no doubt in your mind that he would easily be able to land a woman if he so desired.

“So then why?”

He sets his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows and fixes his stare out the window. And it’s this final refusal, this steadfast dedication to not explaining himself, that finally has tears tracking down your cheeks.

The sight of you crying has his attention snapping back your way, hands reaching out as if to hold you.

“Don’t touch me,” you gasp, recoiling until you’re out of reach. “I…I hate you.”

It almost seems as if your voice lands physically, and Jungkook staggers back like you’ve slapped him, remorse immediately wiggling its way between your ribs. You know you don’t mean the words even as they fall from your mouth, but it feels pointless to take them back now, the sentiment already thrown out there and hovering in the hollow space between you.

Jungkook muddles towards the couch–more of a defeated slump dragging his steps than anger–and you think he’s going to sit down before he whirls back towards you at the last second.

“The gala,” he mutters. “That’s when I decided.”

You know which one he’s talking about. Hosted by your medical school to celebrate the end of the academic year, it had been a night of food, dancing, and socializing. You had, of course, brought him as your date and introduced him to your friends and classmates, excited to finally allow him to put faces to names. As you comb through your memories of the night, you can’t pinpoint any warning signs, only remembering the way he’d smiled at you throughout. The way he’d pulled you close and danced you around the room.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

He rakes his fingers through his hair again, tossing strands of night over his forehead. A sad chuckle looses itself into the thick air of the room, and the final dregs of his resolve flicker away. “I realized that I didn’t deserve to stand next to you. That you could do much better than me.”

Whatever you thought his reason had been–whatever theories or thoughts had kept you up night after night for the past year–this is not even close to what you expected. And while you always thought finally receiving an answer would be freeing, would offer you some semblance of understanding, you’re surprised at the rage that boils in the pit of your stomach, bile rising in your throat.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you growl, taking an angered step towards him. “You were feeling insecure, and you made the decision to break up with me without even thinking to, I don’t know, discuss it with me first?”

His hand goes to the back of his neck now, embarrassment showing its face as he peers at you from under his lashes. “I was stupid–”

“No, shit.”

“But can you blame me?” he presses. “There we were: you, about to be this incredible doctor with all of your doctor friends…” His voice falters, sorrow lacing his tone. “And I’m just a tattoo artist.”

The defeatist way he says it helps to dampen your ire some, even if a heap of frustration remains–the sad shape of his doe eyes softening your edges.

“Just a tattoo artist,” you repeat. “Jungkook, I have always been so, so proud of you. I was never anything but proud to have you as my partner. You must’ve known that.”

His teeth worry his lip, and though he nods, he doesn’t seem fully convinced.

So you continue on, closing the distance between you a fraction more. “You started your own business from nothing. And I saw how hard you worked: to get the building, to hire other artists, train your apprentices.” You shake your head–half in irritation, half in awe. “And look at you now! You’re thriving. The last I heard, if you want an appointment at Golden Tattoo, you need to book months in advance.”

His eyes are alight now, some hidden emotion glimmering under the surface, but he stays quiet as he soaks in your words.

“So how can you possibly act like you weren’t enough?” you push. “You are amazing, Jungkook. And I never gave a shit about any job comparisons people may have made.” One more step, and suddenly you’re almost chest-to-chest. As always, you’re unable to resist the pull of his gravity. Yanked right back into his orbit. “I only wanted you. I’ve only ever wanted y–”

He cuts you off with his mouth, strong hands snagging your hips to pull you against him, and your own fingers reflexively tangle in his black hoodie as your subconscious gives itself over to him. Like it’s been waiting for this.

“I’m not. Not thriving,” he mumbles against your lips. “Not without you. Been miserable without you.”

And in spite of your anger, in spite of the fact that you were ready to kick him out a mere hour ago, you find yourself kissing him back, relishing the slick glide of his tongue as he licks into your mouth.

You startle as the backs of your knees suddenly bump against the couch, and then Jungkook is spinning as he settles onto the plush seat, pulling you along to straddle him. He sucks at your neck until you can feel the blood blooming under your skin, painting you like the pretty ink on his arm.

Speaking of.

The fabric of his hoodie whispers as you pull it up and over his back and head, tossing it over his shoulder and into a corner. His arms now bare to you, you trace over his tattoos with your eyes and fingers until you find the one you’d picked out for him; the lovely orange of the flower petals seem to glow even in the dim light of the room.

“Beautiful,” you whisper.

“Just like you.”

You look at him then, the twinkle of tiny galaxies in his eyes betraying his hope. And before you can go any further, you need confirmation.

“You left.”

“I did.” Fingertips press lightly against your waist like he’s afraid you might be the one to disappear now. “I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook, if…” You lick your lips. Can almost taste his regret. “If we do this and you leave again–”

“If we do this, I'm not going anywhere,” he insists, tugging your hips down to grind against him and ghosting a kiss at your jaw. “Just wanna be here with you. Just want you.”

And it’s all you need to hear.

You shed the cotton shirt you had thrown on after your shower and move to yank his own off, tossing it in the same corner as his hoodie. The muscles of his pecs and abs shift under your hands, burning hot where your fingers trace the contours of his torso. 

“God, I missed this,” he groans as he buries his face between your breasts, nipping at the skin there before laving the spot with his tongue.

You’d agree–echo the sentiment that your body has been aching for this–if not for the fact that you’re too busy trying to get the two of you naked, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

But a tattooed hand covers yours, eases it away to take its place. “No,” he rumbles. “Let me.”

Wide palms and long fingers span your hips and thighs, grasping as much skin as possible even as he drags your shorts and panties down your legs and helps to steady you as you kick them off. They join the tangle of his own clothes

“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls at the sight of you finally naked in front of him. And with such speed that it almost seems like it’s involuntary, an impulse outside of his control, he’s immediately stroking at the apex of your thighs.

“Baby, this wet for me already?” A breathy sigh passes from his mouth to yours, almost laughing at the ease with which he glides through your folds. “Hell, I could just–”

A finger slips in and you gasp, Jungkook smiling wickedly at you as he quickly adds a second and curls them against your walls. You force your eyes closed as they roll back in your head, and you keel forward, babbling incoherently against the line of his collarbone.

“Use your words, love; you can do it.” He says it as if his fingers aren’t currently buried in you down to the knuckle. As if he’s not making you see stars behind your eyelids right now.

You choke down a breath, desperate for the oxygen. “Insane,” you pant. “I said you’re fucking insane.”

“Only for you,” he says before sliding his digits out of you and dipping them into his mouth. He moans at the taste, and even with his lips closed tightly, you can see the way he’s working his tongue around each finger, unwilling to waste a single drop of your essence.

Like you said. Insane.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath until you’re the one who’s getting impatient, hastily undoing his belt and tearing it from his pants with a hiss. But as you shift off of him so he can slither out of his pants and boxers–his length springing free to slap against his smooth stomach–you’re hit with an untimely realization.

“Jungkook, I don’t have condoms.”

He freezes, the color draining from his face (though admittedly, that may be because all of his blood has clearly gone south). The two of you stare at each other for a long second before he suddenly leans over, rummaging back through his pants pockets. He pulls out his wallet, rifles through it, then tosses it across the room in frustration, head tilting back against the couch as he groans at the ceiling.

“Fuck, me neither.”

You chew at your lip, a loaded quiet settling over the room as Jungkook wipes a hand over his face.

“I’m still on birth control,” you whisper, and Jungkook whips his head around, eyes wide and questioning like he’s not sure he heard you right. But you don’t repeat yourself, only hold his stare until he’s tentatively reaching out to graze his fingertips along your thigh.

“I told you. There’s been no one else.” His expression is earnest, eager. You trust that he’s telling the truth, and yet you also know that if you refused him, if you said you weren’t comfortable, he wouldn’t push.

So you swing a leg back over his lap, drag your wet folds against his cock. He moans, gripping your thighs hard, but he leans in to bite at your lower lip with a growl before pulling back to search your face.

“You?”

It hurts that he even feels the need to ask. Because how could you even want someone else? Who could possibly measure up?

You brush a reassuring, barely-there kiss against his already swollen lips. “No one else for me either.”

This seems to please him, but you still see hesitation behind his eyes as he asks, “What about the guy downstairs?”

A drunken mistake was what that was. All sloppy lips and fumbling hands that had left you feeling more empty than anything, and which resulted in you sending Cheol away before he had even gotten a peek at your bedroom.

“We made out once,” you admit, hating that you’re even having to think about another man when Jungkook is here in front of you. “But nothing else happened.”

“Good,” he grunts, but his fingers dig into your backside like he’s trying to reclaim you. And just a fraction of a second later, he’s devilishly tonguing his lip ring as he winds his palm back to bring it down harshly against the meat of your ass, the smack echoing between the walls almost endlessly.

“Ride me, baby.”

You’re quick to line him up–desperate, at this point, to have him inside of you–and begin to ease yourself down slowly, trying to give your body the space and time to adjust to the burning stretch of his girth. He’s always filled you to your absolute limit, tested the furthest boundaries of how much your body can take with his size.

“Yesss,” he hisses, nipping at your neck once again. “You’re doing great, love. Always take me so fucking well.”

You gasp as he bottoms out, struggling to catch your breath with the relentless push of him. If you were a betting woman, you’d put money on your intestines being somewhere in the area of your throat right now.

He wraps his inked arm around your waist, continuing to whisper his praises against the shell of your ear as he starts to guide your body up and down. Intoxicated by the smooth slide of his length, you soon find your pace, and your shared moans fill the room–the whole city probably able to hear you right now.

You move that way until the pressure building becomes too much and your legs start to tremble, quivering against Jungkook’s own muscled thighs.

“It’s okay; I’ve got you.” He bands his arms around you and presses you to his chest, holding you in place so he can thrust upwards.

Hard.

You’re practically screaming now, burying your teeth into his shoulder so as to muffle your sounds and not scare the neighbors. It’s all you can do to hold on for dear life as he rapidly pistons his cock inside of you, the slap of your hips like a metronome.

It builds and builds until it breaks and you’re falling apart in his arms, the spasms of your inner walls pulling him over the edge with you as he empties his seed deep inside.

The silence that follows in unlike the others you previously shared this evening–tension traded for serenity as you sit on the couch holding each other, you still contentedly stuffed full of him. He traces the ridges of your spine in a soothing pattern that has your eyelids drooping, your cheek resting against the warm skin of his neck.

“I missed this,” you whisper once your brain has finally remembered how to construct human speech.

“I missed you.”

You pull back so you can rest your forehead against his and gently run a finger over the lines of his face. “Where do we go from here?”

He hums. Tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “Take it day by day?” he suggests. “We don’t need to rush into anything if you don’t want to.”

“Mm, that does seem like a problem for tomorrow.”

A dark eyebrow quirks, teasing. “And what about right now?”

“Now?” you ask. “Do you remember the way to the bedroom? Or…” You shift your hips, already feeling him twitching inside of you.

“Or.” He jolts forward to capture your mouth in a hot kiss, and you smile into it, whole again. “Or sounds good.”

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pairing: Gojo x afab!reader content: no use of y/n or pronouns, NO PLOT JUST PORN, BREEDING KINK, mentions of PREGNANCY and BABY TRAPPING, unestablished relationship, gojo is such a tease, dirty talk, doggy, teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving) , he eats it from the back, eye contact, cervix kissing (?), multiple orgasms, gaslighting (?), Gojo doesn't know when to shut the fuck up, no after care sowy word count: 3.3k

(a.n) wrote this cause i couldnt stop thinking abt the 'plap plap plap get pregnant get pregnant' meme lol also have y'all noticed I have a thing for cream pies lol? wrote this listening to 'Martillazo- Dani Flow'

MDNI

What you had with Satoru wasn't a ‘relationship’ in his words. It wasn't dating, or a situationship. He just liked you, he liked being around you.

And most of all, he liked fucking you. But recently he had been toying around with the idea of one day telling him this arrangement wasn’t enough anymore.

And knowing Satoru, he wouldn't ask you for anything more serious. Not because he didn't want it too, but he didn't want to seem weak in front of you. Especially in front of you.

And I mean how humiliating would that be? The strongest asking you for a relationship? The mere thought made him cringe.

But he didn't like thinking that way, he didn't like thinking of you finding someone else that can give you a real relationship.

So Satoru tried to think of ways to make you his, and only his. Ways that didn't involve him confessing his feelings. Marking you up with hickeys on your breasts, bite marks on your shoulders.

Eventually finishing inside of you every single time. The sight of your cunt leaking his cum made something deep inside of him flip.

Now the sole purpose of having sex; for him, was to fuck his own seed into you. Over and over again. Secretly hoping that one day you'd present him with a positive stick.

Sad look on your face as though you were expecting him to act negatively. Asking him what you were supposed to do now. Only for him to hug you close and tell you he'd take care of you. Holding your face to his chest as you let out silent tears.

A smile creeping onto his face knowing that if that day ever came, that's how he would make you his forever.

Not once did he ever express these thoughts to you, but the first time he fucked you raw, you asked him if he had anything. Satoru gave you an over excited grin with a quiet mumble, “Nope.” before sliding inside of you.

Eventually you started noticing his incessant need to always finish inside of you. Even if you were sucking him off, he'd tell you to stop right before he'd finish. Not wanting to waste a single drop. But you never stopped to ask why, letting him fill you up anytime he wanted.

You should've known something was wrong when he backed you against a corner the second he saw you, a sinister smile on his lips as he traced his hand down your side.

That very morning Satoru came to the conclusion that he had to fill you up anytime he had the chance to. Hoping that maybe this time it'll happen.

“I missed you~” he hummed, Taking his hand and guiding your thighs to open the slightest bit. Pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips, confusion adorning your face as you kissed him back.

“I just saw you yesterday.” You smiled, pulling away from him. Taking your bottom lip into your teeth as you felt his hand caress your bare thigh.

“I knowww-” he hummed, tracing his hand down in between your thighs till he felt the warmth radiating from you. Taking his fingers and pressing them against your clothed cunt. You huffed out quietly at the pressure, looking into his eyes and feeling warmth brush against your nose.

Letting out a small giggle when he felt how messy your panties were. “I haven't even done anything yet-” he smiled, blue eyes staring holes through yours. “And you're already this wet for me?” he hummed, tracing his fingers beneath the band of your panties. Y

ou looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, letting out a small sigh when he circled his middle and ring finger at your entrance. Seeing you writhe beneath him, “Satoru-” you whined, knowing if you didn’t say something he'd just keep teasing.

“I think you missed me too.” he smiled, sliding his middle finger inside of you slowly, gasping when he felt your cunt pulse around him. 

The back of your hand pressed against your mouth so you wouldn't make too much noise. “Don't be that way-” he hummed, taking your hand from your face and seeing your eyebrows pinch together, slipping his middle finger out slowly, pressing it to his ring finger and slowly sliding himself back inside.

“I did-” You exhaled, the curl his fingers took making you close your eyes. “I missed you.” you gasped, feeling his fingers press against the spot that made you rise to your tiptoes. This made Satoru giggle,

“Oh? But didn’t you just see me yesterday?” he mocked you, the edge of his palm pressing against your clit as you huffed at his words. His long fingers pumping inside of you, too slow for your tastes.

Whining a forced “Please” as you felt his palm tease your throbbing clit. He smiled looking at your expression, knowing you were getting to the pinnacle he wanted you at. Slowly pulling his fingers out of you, smile on his lips as he watched the disappointed look on your face form.

Leaning in and pressing a wet kiss onto your blushed lips. You were hesitant to kiss him back, but you did. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his tongue inside your mouth, swirling against your own tongue as he hummed.

Satoru’s eyes half lidded, watching you submit to him as your hand found their way to the side of his face, the other on his bicep. Gripping onto him as though your life depended on it, this only made Satoru smile against you. Pulling from your lips and trailing his hands up your oversized t-shirt. Making direct contact with the upper part of your hips. Groaning against you as his fingers felt slight goosebumps form at his trailing touches.

Placing a wet kiss onto the corner of your mouth, peppering kisses towards your ear. Licking a long stripe onto the shell of your ear that made you squirm.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you all day.” he whispered, his breath making you shift against the wall. He took your hand into his, slowly guiding it to feel his strained cock in his pants. Feeling it slightly twitch against your touch, he let out a low groan as your grip on his print tightened.

You smiled with a quiet huff, “Then do it-” you teased. This only egged Satoru on. His hand tight against your hip as he flipped you over quickly, your chest now pressed against the wall. You pushed your ass out against his hips. Your hand grazing the print his cock left in his pants. Leaning to your ear almost groaning when he felt your fingers graze past his caged tip.

Letting out a smiley gasp, “See how you have me?” he purred into your ear, making you move your hips against him. 

You whined feeling his hand roam from your hip onto the plump of your ass. Rubbing the clothed skin lovingly, “So pretty for me.” he smiled, hooking his fingers onto the sides of your panties and sliding them to your knees.

Back arched and your hands now on the wall to brace for what's coming to you, “Put it inside-” you whined, grinding your bare bottom against his clothed cock in hopes he'd hurry up a little.

“Oh? You need me that badly?” he teased, making you turn your head slightly to look at him. You let out a needy ‘Mhm’ as his eyes widened at the sight of your face. “I know- I know.” he cooed, seeing how flushed your face was.

“When have I ever failed you, hmm?” he asked you, already knowing the answer. Taking his hand and undoing his belt, shoving his black briefs down and wincing when the tip of his flushed cock hit the air. Spreading your cheeks slightly, inhaling through clenched teeth as he saw your cunt glimmer.

Taking the two fingers that were inside of you previously and sliding them down your core. Shivering against his teasing touch. Letting out a low whine when you felt the tips of his pale fingers brush against your clit. His mouth slack jawed as he saw how slick you really were. 

The mere sight of you made him fall to his knees. Almost in prayer as he came eye to eye with your pulsating cunt with a small gasp. Taking both of his hands and placing them on your ass. You squirmed, feeling his breath against your cunt, pressing yourself closer to the wall when you felt his tongue lick at your hole.

You moaned his name which only made him push his nose further into your cunt. His tongue slowly lapped against your clit as you squirmed.

Taking one of the hands that was on your ass and trailing it down to the back of your thigh. Taking his thumb and rubbing light circles against your clit, drawing his tongue back to your hole as he worked you.

The feeling made you gasp sharply, Satoru’s eyes started to roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around his tongue. Throwing yourself back onto his face slightly.

His tongue wasn't enough, you needed all of him inside. Groaning against your cunt as he felt his cock start to leak, the sounds you were making made his head feel dizzy.

Your eyes screwed shut, frustrated whines leaving your lips as you arched your back even more. You felt yourself start to get back to the feeling he ripped away from you moments earlier.

“Satoru-” you whined, feeling his grip on your ass tighten. “M’close-” you whimpered, cheek against the wall and feeling him smile against you.

His thumb quickening against your clit makes you gasp, muttering a quiet “Right there-” as you felt yourself come undone with a shivering moan. Satoru greedily slurped at the wetness that slipped out of your cunt, you let out a small opened mouth pant at the feeling. 

Placing a small kiss to your cunt before standing again, cock laid against your lower back as he lifted the hem of his jacket throwing it off along with his shirt.

Taking his lip between his teeth, sliding his hands from your ass up your back. Rubbing slowly up your back beneath your shirt as you shifted against him. “Impatient aren't you?” he smiled, taking his hands and guiding you to take your shirt off. Tossing it aside and he saw your exposed back.

“Need you inside ‘Toru-” you whined, feeling his hands trail up your back and land on your shoulders. Placing a wet kiss onto your nape before his hands trailed to your jaw. Leaning over and pulling your head back, seeing your eyes lock with his.

'Tsk tsk tsk’ he smiled “Naughty, naughty.” he cooed when he saw you let out a small whine. Knowing as much as you'd tell him to shut up, you liked hearing his unnecessary comments. Taking one of his hands and grasping it around his cock.

Trailing his hand to rest below your chin, pulling you back further. Smiling before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Lining himself up with you cunt, pursing his lips as he looked at you, lips parted with small pleads falling from your lips.

Pressing the tip of his weeping cock against your entrance, pinching his eyebrows together and inhaling. Letting his jaw fall at the feeling. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile when he saw you close your mouth and see a small grin on your lips.

Sucking in air through pursed lips when he felt your cunt suck him in, “You're so greedy~” he hummed, making your lips part and scanning his features. Sadistic blue eyes staring into yours as he pulled himself out of you slowly.

That stupid smirk not leaving his lips before thrusting into you again, this time only rougher. Making you clench around him, gaining a groan from his lips. His hand letting go of your jaw and holding your hips as he slowly dragged himself out of you. Your hands back onto the wall as you heard him let out low groans behind you, pushing himself as deep as he could inside of you.

Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, mouth open as he let out loud groans. His hands guiding you back onto him like you were some toy. The sounds he was making made you reach one of your hands back to grasp his. “Fuckkk” he moaned, feeling you squeeze around him. 

The side of your face pressed against the wall harshly, feeling Satoru quicken his pace. Hissing through clenched teeth, almost like you felt him in your throat. Eyes screwed shut as you fucked yourself back onto him. This made Satoru stop his thrusts, his hands easing their grip on your hips.

Looking down with half lidded eyes, seeing you fuck yourself onto his cock. Seeing how your ass stuttered against his hips. “My god-” he huffed, seeing how desperate you looked bouncing off of him.

He leaned over, hunched over your back before whispering in your ear. “Lemme cum inside of you, yeah?” He smiled, huffing against your ear as he thrusted into you. You only nodded your head ‘yes’, hearing him let out a stifled laugh.

“I wanna hear you say it~” he purred, making you clench around his cock.

“Satoru-” you moaned against the wall, making his hips speed up against you. “Please come inside-” you whined, hearing him let out a shaky breath against your ear.

Knees trembling as he straightened his back and thrusted into you quicker. Feeling his weeping tip kiss your cervix, “You're so deep ‘Toru-” You moaned, feeling the grip on your hips tighten, hearing a breathless laugh leave him.

Quickly snapping his hips into you, pushing you further into the wall as you let out a loud whine. Hearing him mumble something but not being able to comprehend what it was. His cock drilling into you as your eyes squeezed shut.

Satoru pulled out once more shaky hips struggling to push back into you. Feeling his tip twitch inside of you. Warm liquid trickling inside of you as he groaned loudly. His pants now around his ankles along with his briefs.

 “Again.” he whispered. Making you furrow your eyebrows at how his cock was still hard inside of you. Starting to thrust inside of you again, his thrusts were more sloppy as you moaned.

“Toru-” you whined, hearing his heavy breathing behind you, hands pulling you back onto him as he started raising your hips slightly. Standing on your tip toes as he took the hand that was on yours and raised it. Pressing it against the wall. Fingers intertwined as he thrusted inside of you, being able to hear just how messy your cunt was getting.

His hand on your ass making red marks form on it from how hard he was gripping onto you. “Wait-” you whined, feeling his chin rest against your shoulder. Thrusting inside of you at a new angle. Not being able to see it but you knew his face had a dopey smile plastered onto it.

“That doesn't sound like a safe word~” he purred, his cock brushing past your sweet spot quickly making you let out a small whine.

“Right there-” you gasped, being able to feel his tip now nudging into the spot that made you moan uncontrollably. Squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him let out a drawn out whine right next to your ear.

Feeling yourself come undone on his cock. It didn't take long for Satoru to come again, lazy hips thrusting into you as his chest heaved. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple as he looked at his hand that engulfed yours, pinned to the wall and seeing how your fingers intertwined with his. He let out a huff, moaning a string of ‘I’m cumming’ into your ear. Slow thrusts as he felt a shiver run down his spine. 

Satoru took a second to catch his breath, taking the hand that was on your ass and placing it to the side of your face. Lifting his chin from your shoulder and looking into your eyes. Seeing his flushed face, lips parted as he leaned in to kiss you. Sloppy tongue in your mouth as you felt his hips start to move again.

Opening your eyes mid kiss in surprise. Seeing him looking at you with half lidded eyes. Swapping spit with him, making it drip from the side of your mouth. He pulled away, straightening his back. Dropping your hand from the wall and landing it on your ass. His lip trembled between his teeth.

Thrusting into you slowly, but making sure to get as deep as he could. Satoru’s incoherent mumbling made your ears hurt trying to understand him.

Feeling his hips press against you everytime he thrusted, but his teasing words were no longer in the air. A few whimpers and whines followed by the quiet whispers he said to himself.

You called him through a whine, not hearing him respond or halt his movements. You looked back to him, calves burning from being on your tiptoes. Seeing how focused his face was, so focused he didn't even notice you looking at him. Your eyes locked on his lips.

Blurry vision attempting to focus on what he was saying through your moans. Trying to make out what he was saying over and over again. ‘Get’ you heard, feeling him thrust into you quicker. His eyes glued to the sight of your cunt sucking him in, a ring of white at the base of his cock.

You squint your eyes trying to focus on what he was saying. Finding it difficult to hear through the steady sound of your ass plapping against his hips.

‘Get pregnant.’

Your eyes widened when you heard his words clearly now. Furrowing your eyebrows when you realized he had been mumbling this whole time.

You turned your head back around, small gasps leaving your lips as he sped up. Now being able to hear the string of the demand from his lips clearly. You closed your eyes, holding back the whines that threatened to leave your throat.

Feeling his hips stutter against you. Satoru screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the overstimulation against the tip of his cock.

A low groan leaving his throat as he came inside of you one last time. Feeling his knees weaken as he panted. You were gasping for air. Feeling how full your cunt suddenly felt. Satoru sighed, feeling his cock finally softening inside of you. Wishing he could stay inside of you to keep all of what he pumped inside of you. 

Your brace on the wall eased, slowly easing yourself down from the tip of your toes. Satoru’s forehead resting at the back of your head as he caught his breath. Closing his eyes and sighing. Leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto your shoulder.

Wincing as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Hoping nothing oozed out of your cunt. You turned yourself slightly, looking up to see his flushed face. Eyebrows furrowed as you contemplated asking him.

“Am I crazy or did I hear you saying ‘get pregnant’?” You questioned, seeing his face drop quickly before smiling again.

“No idea what you're talking about.” He grinned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Looking into your eyes as though he wasn't lying right now.

“But if you want me to- all you have to do is ask~” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyebrows stayed furrowed as you mentally questioned if you did hear him say those two words.

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pt 2 here

every time I think to write something short it always ends up being longer than 1k words. what is wrong with me. also I am a big fan of the whole topic of Gojo into breeding. started this at 5:35 pm- finished at 11:50 pm. nonstop. I need to be put in a cage

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #I wrote this picturing the banner specifically. im hsbbhshd over that pic #gojo x chubby reader