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wispywaterz · 1 month

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Are You A Chick?!

artist: @kcokaine_ on twt

Synopsis: Gojo gets turned into a woman for a few hrs and reader nd him get down to fun activities ^-^

Pairing: Fem!Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: established relationship, unexplained gender bending, GOJUSSY :D , wlw, use of his/her regarding gojo, fingering (f gojo receiving), oral (f gojo receiving), squirting (gojo), SCISSORING🤩✂️, dirty talk, god I love women

MDNI

You were lying on your shared bed, bored, scrolling on your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. You were about to call him to ask why he was so late. Only you heard the front door of your apartment opening- bolting off the bed to greet him at the door.

Halting your steps when you saw a smaller version of Satoru standing in the kitchen.

Wearing the now oversized clothes you saw Satoru leave the apartment in that morning. You squint your eyes, scanning his face and noticing it was much softer.

His jawline not half as sharp, poutier lips and a smaller nose- his face looked so similar, only it had a more feminine look to it. His eyes were the only thing that stayed the same- big and adorned with thick white lashes.

“Don’t say a word.” Satoru spoke- his voice a higher pitch and with a suede purr.

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing Satoru reach out a much smaller hand than you expected- “Are you a chick?” you parted your lips- amused at how the blush started to rise on your boyfriend’s cheeks.

Satoru huffed- a bitchy sigh with his hip popped slightly. “It’ll only last for a few hours.” you huffed- entertained at the feminine voice Gojo spoke in.

Though he was usually taller and broader, his clothes were too large for his now more petite frame.

You darted your eyes down to her chest- Small pebbles peaked beneath Gojo’s tshirt, his small breasts forming two tents beneath the fabric. Widening your eyes and realizing that this was real.

“Can I touch them?” you asked, the corners of your lip curled up- thinking about how sensitive Satoru was generally. You wanted to discover how sensitive your boyfriend was in a woman’s body.

Satoru scoffed- sounding just like you’d expect him to as a woman, bitchy and bordering on a bimbo tone.

Your boyfriend shook off the oversized jacket- showing you just how much smaller he was now.

Gojo furrowed his eyebrows- small and effortlessly perfect, pushing out her tits and looking at you with a pouty glossed lip.

You reached your hands out eager to feel your boyfriends breasts. “Should I be concerned that the first thing you wanna do when I get home is feel me up?” Gojo laughed- a soft giggle coming from her throat.

Scoffing as you placed your hands beneath Gojo’s braless tits, “If I came home the opposite gender- what would the first thing you do be?” you scoffed, Parting your lips and grabbing what you could from her chest.

Perky and no bigger than an A cup. But her tits filled your palms perfectly.

Your thumb took an exploratory swipe at the little bud formed beneath the t-shirt. Earning a light, pretty huff from Satoru’s lips, flashing your eyes back up at him with a glimmer circling your pupil.

You raised your eyebrows- a greedy smile forming on your lips at all the thoughts that raced through your mind. “Can I fuck you?” You grinned, watching the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen.

It took very little for Gojo’s lips to snap to yours- feeling the petite woman before you trying to take the reins from your hands- but all it took was one little grope at her ass to make Gojo compliant.

Guiding Satoru back into your bedroom with your hands roaming beneath the hem of his shirt- grasping at the soft skin beneath the fabric with pretty whimpers falling from her lips onto yours.

Pulling away from Satoru’s lips when you settled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Her lips pulled to the side, a soft ‘tsk’ leaving them as Satoru looked up at you. “Why does it feel like you’re more into this than normal?” Your gender-bent boyfriend bitched at you as you slipped off your shirt.

Placing your hands onto the sides of Satoru’s chunky cheeks, pressing soft kisses onto the puffy lips of her face and guiding her to scooch up the bed.

You grinned, placing your hands on the edge of Gojo’s shirt. “What does it feel like?” changing the conversation as you pulled Satoru’s shirt off his body. Hanging your mouth open and seeing the sight before you.

Not in a million years could you picture the portrait that was painted before you.

Satoru’s bottom lip pouted, a roaming blush forming on her chest and pink hardened nipples greeting you.

“Feels like I’m gettin’ pawed at.” Satoru scoffed, pressing her lips back onto yours and feeling your hands rest on his hips, dipping your fingers beneath the band of the oversized sweats and rolling them off. Feeling Satoru’s hands mimic the movement on your own bottoms.

Only this time- compared to the hundreds of others, Satoru’s hands had a soft, delicate touch.

Satoru had you pinned as he naturally did, on your back and your legs spread with her hips resting between them. Satoru tugged your bottoms off as his delicate lips moved against yours.

Feeling Gojo do the same, leaving him bare and waiting for something to happen- trying to recall what he usually does whenever he isn’t a woman- trailing his smaller hands from your side to your inner thigh.

You scoffed- “This isn’t about me ‘toru.” you smiled, pulling his hands from your thigh and intertwining your fingers with her slim ones. Looking at the soft expression your boyfriends feminized face held.

“You don’t wanna know what it feels like for me?” you grinned, trailing the tips of your fingers against her rib cage- causing a shuddering exhale to leave his lips.

Satoru bit her lip, feeling the warmth between her legs twitch from your offer.

You trailed your hand between her thighs, reaching the drenched center Satoru had ignored between his legs till now.

Watching her mouth inhale sharply, batting his white eyelashes closed as you lightly traced your middle and ring finger against her core.

It took very little for Gojo to straddle your thighs, leaning an arm back and planting it on your calf. Giving you an unobstructed view of your boyfriends pretty, glistening cunt.

As pretty and leaky as his cock was- this gave you a different kind of shiver down your spine from how fucking gorgeous he looked right now.

Your hands rubbing softly on Satoru’s thighs, looking up to her shy expression.

Satoru was a talker typically- teasing and being able to act on his horny threats just to make you blush. But now Satoru held her tongue, shy eyes avoiding your gaze. And squirming at the light grips you’d make against his thighs.

And when her hips had ground down- instinctively as though you had cock for him.

Or when your hands finally reached his pale inner thighs- you swore you could hear a slight shudder take the shape of a whimper leave Gojo’s throat. The prettiest sound you had yet to hear from him.

He would let out pretty sounds generally, but this- this was something different. More defined, and less throaty. Almost as angelic as the pretty white lashes fanning over Satoru’s blushing cheeks.

His hand urging you with a light squeeze at your thigh. When you finally traced the pad of your thumb against the little glistening pearl that you had neglected for what felt like an eternity to Satoru;

As though it was unwillingly, tossing her head back with a nibbled lip. Even the curve of her neck was fucking pretty.

Dissolving into the feeling of your gentle thumb against his clit. His grip against your thigh turned to a squeeze with urge as you made more teasing circles against him with a hand on his pale thigh.

Between a breathy moan, Satoru looked back to you- “It’s unfair that you get to feel this all the time.” she huffed as you applied a little more pressure to the sensitive nub.

“Just wait till I make you cum-” you huffed with a smile, watching Satoru’s effeminate face churn with pinched eyebrows at your words.

You raised your hand from his thigh- placing it flat, right where his womb would be. “Do you feel it building right here?” you asked in a murmur, looking up at your pretty boyfriend with amazed eyes.

Satoru only nodded quickly- her plush lip tucked between pearly teeth and eyes closed. Your thumb making hastier circles and watching Satoru’s chest heave with eyes full of wonder.

Your hand traced to her bent hip, lightly squeezing at the malleable skin and watching the face Satoru made as you drew an orgasm out of her. The tips of your ring and middle finger circling at the taut entrance that seeped nectar.

Satoru gasped when the pad of your thumb caught the very tip of his clit. Snapping one of his slender hands onto your shoulder as a brace. And your lips being right at the level of his perky tits- your lips parted and latched onto the puffy pink nipple on her chest.

The whimpers that left Gojo’s throat were far too genuine- knowing how unashamed he was about them normally, the ones he let out now would be equally as unashamed.

Satoru’s lips parted in a small ‘o’- stuttering over every other moan as your thumb rubbed harsher circles against him. Your tongue lapped at the pebble of her nipple, sucking harshly to draw more pretty sounds from her lips.

Gojo tried- she tried warning that they were cumming. As though some kind of mess would spew from him as it usually did. Only your hands didn’t care- neither did your relentless lips.

With a choked moan- Satoru held his breath. His cunt clenching around nothing as the tips of your fingers felt the twitching his entrance made- as though she was trying to suck them in.

Your eyes looked up at the pretty sight before you- parting your lips and throwing your head back. Watching with amazed eyes at the pale, shuddering shoulders that were graced with light goosebumps.

Satoru’s eyebrows were lightly pinched, and her puffy lips parted- finally releasing the air trapped in his lungs with a pretty moan.

Giving him a few seconds to shake off the aftershocks of his very first orgasm as a woman. Satoru trailed her hands to the side of your head, caressing gently and looking down with a peaked corner at her lip.

“So unfair-” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips as his hips ground down to your fingers. Your thumb made little to no movements as Satoru’s hips urged your fingers to press inside.

And as bitchy and needy as he was as a man- You knew not to deny Satoru this now.

Isolating your middle finger and pressing against Satoru’s soaked, taut entrance- a whimper between a breath leaving his throat and rumbling onto your lips. Lightly curling your finger until you hit a little nudge inside him.

The little prod making Satoru pull away from you with a soft whine. Both of his hands now on your neck and arm- trying to find soothing in whatever his hands could grip.

“More,” Satoru whimpered into the air between you- a high pitched upturn ending her plea. Your lips latched onto hers- drawing your finger from her soft walls and pressing it to the neighboring finger.

Lazily kissing at the corner of her mouth, trailing kisses down to Satoru’s softer jaw. Pressing both of your fingers past her entrance- “So tight-” you murmured, feeling resistance from her walls as her hands gripped harder.

Clearer whimpers and moans, leaving her throat at the light sting, your lips kissing down her neck- trying to find the sweet spot Satoru always allowed you to exploit.

And when the tips of both of your fingers reached that same spot from earlier, the moan that left Satoru’s lips bordered on guttural- a high-pitched inhale followed as your lips found the sensitive spot of her neck.

Suckling at the pale skin as your palm pressed flush against her clit. Satoru’s eyes fluttered shut as his hips started moving back and forth. Unashamedly rutting his cunt against the arch of your palm as your fingers lightly bumped into her gspot.

Your lips formed a smile against Gojo’s skin- grateful of how pretty she sounded, almost like a hymn to your ears. Even more with the light squelches of his cunt frotting against your hand.

Reaching your hand up her ribcage that flared with every sharp inhale she made. Lightly cupping her breast with a teasing thumb on the hardened nipple.

It was too much for Satoru- overstimulating himself as his hips moved without instruction from his brain. The tingle of Satoru’s own gluttony formed in his spine as your thumb took a few soft swipes at his nipple.

“M’gonna cum again-” she whimpered, as though it was you moving her hips against your palm. You pulled your lips from her collarbone with a smile.

“Go ahead.” you instructed, tone far too deep and overindulgent as Gojo’s hips moved quicker- frotting her leaking cunt against you with a whimper.

It was as though the pearly gates of heaven opened for Satoru as he felt another orgasm wave over her petite shoulders, his cunt clenching around your fingers. Barely able to keep his posture as she rode herself down- greedy hums leaving Satoru’s lips as you kissed at her chest.

Using the hand on her hip to guide her to keel onto her side- landing on the bed with a pleased smile. Rolling onto her back as your lips planted gentle kisses on her sternum.

Soft hums leave his lips as your hands spread his thighs. Tilting her head to the side and watching your shoulders rest between her flawless thighs. Placing a hand to the top of your head as your lips kissed at her thighs.

“You’re so greedy~” Satoru hummed as your lips dampened small circles on her thighs- close to her glistening cunt, but still so fucking far.

You let out a soft laugh, “I’m greedy?” softly caressing his outer thighs as she nodded against the pillows. Excitement reeling behind her cerulean eyes- so eager to know what it feels like to receive head as a woman.

And as though her hand was urging you to finally kiss somewhere other than her thighs- you made a light lick from her perfectly displayed cunt up to her clit with a shuddering sigh leaving her lips. A groan left your lips at her flavor- as sweet as you expected her to taste.

Your hands held Satoru’s hips, keeping them spread with her feet planted harshly against the bed. Your tongue made a few more kitten licks at her clit- hearing the desperation in every whimper that left her lips.

Taking one of your hands and aligning it with her entrance again- right below your chin and slowly pushing them in. Your lips connect with the base of her clit with your tongue lightly swirling against the puffy nub.

Your fingers moving with ease now- his cumt stretched just enough for you to start pumping your fingers. Satoru swore that his eyes would cross had he held them open- so he closed them.

Thralling his head back into the pillows with a throaty moan- the hand on his hip moving up her side- gripping at Satoru’s breast with a light squeeze.

Gojo’s back arching against the bed as your fingers prodded against her gspot. The whispers of overstimulation roaming up her spine once more as she felt another orgasm build in her womb.

Only this time it felt different- His moans far too loud as your tongue made relentless swirls against her clit- your fingers bumping into her gspot at the perfect angle.

“Wait-” Satoru inhaled sharply, his hips bucking up into your mouth as the knot in her tummy tightened. Nodding her head quickly as she fisted the sheets- knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping.

You looked up at Gojo, furrowed eyebrows and parted lips greeting you as Satoru whimpered. Threats of ‘I’m gonna—’ left her lips as you continued the mean movements.

Satoru sat up slightly with a groan- your palm filling with spurts of liquid as your fingers continued.

Loud mewls leaving Gojo’s throat as your mouth refused to stop- making sure to drain Satoru as the sides of your face became drenched with his squirt.

“J-jesus fucking chri-” she called out in an exhale- her hips stuttering against your lips as you slowed your fingers.

And when you finally got your fill, Satoru’s hands cupped the sides of your face and pulled you back up to him. A light moan vibrating onto your lips as she kissed you. Tasting her own slick and essence on your lips with every swipe her tongue made against yours.

Your hands groping at her thighs as Satoru pulled away from your lips- looking into your eyes with urgency.

“Fuck me baby, please-” She whimpered into the air, desperately needing to feel you. In any way she could.

You pressed your lips onto hers again, feeling her hand roam down to your bottom and give you a squeeze, the other cupping at your breast- noting that even as a woman, Satoru had wandering hands.

In the split second after Satoru begged you to fuck her- you thought to the how. No strap- no toys at your disposal- but then you thought of the closest thing.

Rolling over with Satoru in your hands- leaving you on your back with one of Satoru’s knees planted beneath your thigh. The other straddled atop your other leg.

Completely tangled between limbs as you pulled your lips from hers- Your bare cunt and his threatening to touch as she looked at you with curious eyes.

You placed your hands onto her hips, looking into her bleary, cerulean eyes and guiding her down. A little whimper leaves your lips at the sudden contact of her cunt against yours.

It took very little for Satoru to get the hint- planting her hands onto your sides and straightening her back.

Taking a small nibble at her lip at the feeling of your clits bumping against each other. Looking down and watching at the small grinds he made- a small giggle laced with a moan leaving her lips. “Ffffuck, It’s like we’re kissing~” she grinned, causing you to let out a small laugh with an eye roll.

Satoru reached for the back of your thigh with one hand, pinning it up slightly to give her a better access and a better view.

Gojo tried starting at a slow pace- but the warmth radiating from your cunt onto his was undeniably tantalizing.

Small moans fell from her lips as she started making unpatterned, sloppy thrusts against you. Uncaring if it wasn’t right- only that it felt good when his clit would bump against yours and the mixing slick of both your cunts making the filthiest shlops and squelches made him even more wet.

Her tits bounced with every desperate thrust she made against you, your hands holding a bruising grip at her pale hips, following every grind she would make against you.

And when Satoru’s thighs started burning from the frantic movements- your hands led her hips into the frotting. Through gritted teeth- “Right here ‘toru-” you mumbled, Satoru taking over for your hands and humping against that very spot.

Her face churned with pure, undiscovered pleasure as the mixed slick made it easier to glide against you.

Shared moans reverberated off the walls before Satoru leaned down to connect her lips with yours, her breasts pressing against yours harshly. Keeping the same quick pace against your linked cunts.

His tongue slotting against yours sloppily as moans rumbled against each other- hands gripping at anything they could find with his clit grinding against your own neglected one. Building your own orgasm as you hummed against Gojo’s lips.

One of your hands on her plump ass- gripping harshly with the other on her hip- and Satoru’s were gripping for dear life at your plush thighs- working himself through the overstimulation with soft groans against your lips.

Splitting the kiss with a loud whimper- desperate hips rutting against you at an unbelievable pace as you felt the knot in your tummy threaten to come undone- “I’m cummin-” she whimpered before pressing her lips back onto yours.

Your eyes tightened as Satoru worked you past an orgasm, back arching against the bed as Satoru crossed the finish line with you. Squirting whatever was left inside of her against your cunt.

Huffing heavily through her nose as her hips slowed- Satoru’s grip on your thighs loosening as she felt the aftershocks roll through her shoulders.

Easing your thigh down and feeling Gojo rest her body weight atop yours- just like he did when he was a man. Her lips sloppily moved against yours before pulling away- hazy eyes and pressing her chest further into yours with a pout.

Your hands raised from her ass and rested on the soft skin of her back. Satoru raised her shoulders and looked into your eyes- almost troubled.

“What is it?” you mumbled, touching her cheek and caressing it softly with your thumb. Watching the pout deepen before parting his lips.

Her breasts pressed against yours- “How do you know what to do with another girl?” Satoru pouted in a sad tone. You smiled softly, nodding your head and resting back into the pillows.

“I did a lot of experimenting in college.” you hummed, Satoru following you and rubbing her nipples against yours unknowingly.

Your eyes flashed down to your connected chests- “You’ll still like me when I become- me again, right?” She spoke softly- shy and stark in comparison to how he usually was.

You pinched your eyebrows- “Course I will ‘toru-” pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “I can’t wait till you're back to normal.” you mumbled. Looking at the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen at your declaration.

Satoru let out a dreamy sigh, squinting and looking down to where your eyes kept flashing. “S’like we’re kissing.” you smiled with a mumble, a small giggle leaving Satoru’s lips.

She sighed, leaning her head back down to your shoulder, “Dunno how you get anything done if that’s what it feels like every time.” Satoru mumbled, closing her eyes and placing a hand on the side of your face.

A half-laugh left your throat, “I would be all over you 24/7 if I was a chick.” he hummed, legs tangled against each other as your hand rubbed small circles at her back.

“God knew not to make you a woman, you’d cause too much trouble,” you murmured, hearing a half conscious hum leave Satoru’s lips as she drifted to sleep atop you.

That night you fell asleep with your girlfriend in your arms- soft, dainty and bare in your hands. Breathing softly with a feminine tinge in every exhale she made.

And you woke up with your broad, far too heavy boyfriend in your arms. His exhales taking their usual throaty tone when he breathed them against your skin.

Either or- it was still your Satoru. No matter what form he took, he was still yours.

(a.n) this was so hot, I love woman, and gojussy. by the time you're reading this, ill be watching a medieval tournament👍🏽

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wispywaterz · 1 month

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A New Recruit?

Cypher x (Fem) Reader

Contents: m!dni. a little bit of fluff and NSFW! it’s pretty tame imo. praise, mdom, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, fingering, begging, pet names, teasing

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. Apologies if it’s mediocre and if the Arabic isn’t translated correctly! I tried my best without google translate. (￣▽￣)

I know my writing’s nothing too crazy, but I do hope to post more kinky and extreme things in the future. Hopefully I can hone my writing skills to that point! (ﾟoﾟ;; This writing feels unfortunately fluffy. Reminder I am taking requests!

Word count: ≈ 2k+

“A new agent?” Cypher says excitedly—perking his head up from his computer to look at Killjoy. He ponders for a moment. “You should really give me their name.” He flashes a sly smile.

Killjoy leans on the automatic door entrance of Cyphers workshop—looking at him with an unimpressed expression and crossed arms. “So you can stalk her? I don’t think so.”

“Her?” He purrs in response. “How old is she?” He says with a curious tone.

Killjoy raises an eyebrow and speaks cheerfully. “She looks to be around 19 or 20. And ah, that matters why?”

Cypher looks at her for a moment. “Just curious,” he says elongating his vowels.

“Yeah, curious if you’re able to date her!” Killjoy says laughing.

“Nooo!” Cypher replies loudly in a defensive tone.

Killjoy laughs at his pathetic response and Cypher can’t help but join. He made it extremely obvious of his intentions with the new agent. After the laughter dies down, they sit in silence for a moment.

Killjoy stares at him with taunting craved eyes. “You want to see what she looks like, don’t you?”

“I-ah..,” Cypher stammers. “I do,” he says softly.

“Ha! Too bad, I don’t have pictures. I’m messing with you,” she says with a mischievous grin.

Cypher groans. “Ah, get out!” He says angrily.

Killjoy laughs loudly as she walks into the hallway. The automatic door shuts loudly—muffling the sound of Killjoy’s giggling. Cypher looks at the clock. 1:42am.

“I’ve done enough work for today,” he mumbles to himself as he shuts down his computer.

He stumbles out of his computer chair, feeling the blood rush back into his legs. He stretches and lets out a soft whimper. “Aghhh,” he groans in pain.

He walks out into the hallway—the automatic door opening and shutting loudly behind him. He tumbles wearily to his dark room and tosses himself into his soft black duvet.

He adjusts himself into a comfortable position hugging his pillow, but relaxing is to no avail. He’s so excited about meeting you on tomorrows mission. Thoughts, wholesome and non wholesome, rush through his head.

He eventually finds himself growing weary. The excitement dies down as his thoughts trail off to various different topics. He loses his trail and finds himself dozing off to sleep.

Light from Cyphers curtains illuminate his face. He shifts into a different position and lays there for a few minutes attempting to fall asleep again. Unfortunately, he’s now wide awake. He opens his eyes to his room lit dimly by the bright slits in his curtains—groaning as he slowly sits up.

He looks over at the clock with heavy eyes. 8:47? “Oh fuck,” he exclaims in his deep morning voice. He’s supposed to leave for the mission by nine. He stumbles to his dresser and puts on his uniform swiftly. He runs to the bathroom and brushes his teeth. He walks out of the bathroom attempting to look calm.

He walks into the open kitchen/living room area dazed. Killjoy is sipping on coffee while talking to this beautiful woman. No way… It couldn’t be. Is that..

Is that the new agent she was talking about? Cypher gawks at her. After an awfully long time, she catches him staring. He quickly averts his gaze.

“Ah Cypher, is it? Goodmorning,” you say in a bubbly tone.

He stares at you for a moment longer before muttering a low, “goodmorning.” He continues—this time muttering under his breath in awe, “‎أنتَ جميلة.” (/anta jamila/ (you’re beautiful))

You can’t help but smile at his strange sleepy and adorable interaction with you. You glance at Killjoy smiling at you, then at Cypher staring at you.

He stammers before speaking. “I-Ah… You’re name is?” He says in a nervous tone.

“Y/n,” you say cheerfully.

He smiles. “You have a beautiful name.”

You feel flattered by his comment. You watch as he walks into the kitchen and grabs a donut off of the oven. It makes you happy he’s eating the gift you got for him and Killjoy. You observe him for a moment. He’s so handsome. You’ve always had a thing for masked man. Is he single? You ponder a million questions to yourself.

Killjoy watches you as you stare at him. “Fancy my roomate?” She teases you quietly.

You feel your face heat up. “Nooo,” you say defensively attempting to hide your face.

You feel multiple eyes on you as you’re red and flustered. This is so embarrassing. This type of teasing is so childish. Cypher can’t help but think about how cute you look right now.

Killjoy interrupts your bashful episode of emotions with a loud and cheerful, “It’s nine! We should get going!”

She pulls you up off the couch and drags you to the door. Cypher follows behind while eating his donut, smiling.

You and Cypher walts into the house exhausted after your mission. Killjoy got injured on the mission, so she’s staying with sage for a few days. You can’t help but feel nervous being with Cypher alone.

“It’s late. You should stay here tonight,” Cypher suggests as he pulls out some leftover chinese food from the fridge and begins eating it cold.

You nod. “Ah, where will I sleep?” You say curiously.

“You could sleep in Killjoy’s room since she isn’t here,” he suggests.

You don’t like that option. Sleeping alone is something you’ve never taken well. Usually you have your pets keeping you company, but no one? You’re not going to sleep a wink. You stay quiet for a moment, thinking about what to do. Should you tell him?

You let out a weak, “Cypher?”

“Yes, ‎ زوينة?” (/zouina/ (beautiful)) He says without a thought in his head.

Your face flushes red. “I don’t do well sleeping alone,” you say quietly.

He looks at you for a moment. “Are you suggesting you want to sleep in my room?” He says with a laugh.

You nod and hide your face.

Once he’s done eating, he walks over to you and moves your hands—revealing your red tinted face.

“Y/n?” He says curiously. “I’ll bring you to my room.”

He grabs your hand and escorts you to his room. He puts his fingerprint onto the scanner and the door opens loudly. You’re met with a decent sized room. He has a black duvet covered bed next to a wall with a big window, a computer set up, and many gadgets on his floor and walls. It’s ambiently lit with occasional yellow lamps. It’s cozy.

Cypher glances at you. “You could sleep in the bed and I could sleep on the floor,” he suggests happily.

“No, sleep in the bed with me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you say nervously.

Cypher looks at her for a moment. “Are you sure?” He says hesitantly.

“Mhm,” she hums—nodding. “And ah, do you have anything I could sleep in?”

“Let me see. I could get something from Killjoy, but she’ll kill me if she notices her clothes are missing. She may be generous with her gadgets, but her clothes are another story!” He laughs.

Cypher opens his closet door and grabs a shirt for you to wear. “This should cover everything.” He hands the shirt to you.

You haven’t seen his face, or really, even a sliver of his skin the entire time you were together. Yet, he slips his mask off like it’s nothing—revealing his beautiful light brown skin and dark brown hair. His eyes are a gorgeous light blue. He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He notices you gawking at him and laughs breifly.

“Are you going to change or keep staring at me?” He teases.

Your face flushes red and you turn around, changing into the shirt Cypher gave you. You turn around and interlock eyes with him. He gazes at you in astonishment. Seeing you in his clothes makes his heart melt. He smiles softly.

You return his astonished gaze. You can’t help but eye him up and down. He’s shirtless—revealing his toned, beautiful brown muscles. He’s wearing sweatpants. You also can’t help but lock eyes with the imprint of his cock in his pants. He catches you looking and flashes a smile, along with a confused expression.

“Sorry,” you mutter embarrassed. “It looked at me first.”

“Looked at you, huh? …Alright,” he laughs. You crack a smile and inevitably start laughing too.

You can’t help but gaze at him as he laughs. He’s eyecandy. He looks so sweet he’d give you a cavity from kissing him once. How is a man this handsome even in front of you? He notices you ogling.

“You like to stare don’t you?” He says teasingly as he walks closer to you. “Why don’t you just get a closer look?” He leans down to meet you at eye level. There’s hardly a few inches between you now.

You stammer and feel your stomach twist into knots. Cypher smiles—loving how flustered he’s making you. You attempt to move back an inch and break eye contact, but you feel his hand grab your face and gently jerk your head into it’s original position.

You interlock eyes with him for a moment. You watch as he gazes back and forth at your lips and eyes. You glance at his lips once, then back to his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He says softly.

“Yes—“ You get cut off by Cypher firmly pressing his lips against yours. He picks you up and shoves you onto his bed.

He places his hand on the back of your head and intertwines his fingers with your hair, gripping firmly. As you kiss him deeply, you decide to tease him by rubbing your thigh on his member.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He says with a laugh.

Feeling something pressing against your thigh, you look down. He’s hard. You pause and smile. “Hm…you like it obviously,” you say squinting at him.

“Oh yeah?” He ponders for a moment. “Now you’re going to finish what you started.” His assertive tone surprises you.

You feel a smile creep up on your face, then his finger shoved in your mouth.

“Suck on it,” he demands.

You don’t have much of a choice considering he’s restraining you by your hair and took away your ability to speak. He watches you lustfully as you slob on his fingers. He slips them out with a ‘pop!’

“Atta girl,” he commends. “Can I touch you?”

“Mm,” you hum.

“Use your words, my love.”

“Yes, you can touch me,” you say with your face heating up.

He slides your shirt up revealing your soaking wet panties.

“All for me? It’s an honor,” he says with a laugh.

You feel dizzy from embarrassment. He’s hardly done anything besides talk and kiss you—and you’re soaked.

You watch him slip his fingers down your panties and pinch your clit, causing you to jolt. “Ngh!” You whimper.

“Ahh, I like that sound. Make it again,” he says softly as he pinches your clit again.

You whimper louder involuntarily. A devious smile grows on Cypher’s face. His fingers begin to slide slowly down your wet slit, sliding up similarly. He repeats that a few more times, loving the way you writhe when he glides over your clit.

It’s torture the way he keeps sliding his hands up and down your wet slit. You move your hips in rythm with his hand.

“Ah! I didn’t say you could to that,” he scolds you.

You sharply exhale in frustration, your breath getting heavier. It’s obvious he wants you to beg for it. You can just tell by his stupid sly smile. You’re getting desperate.

“Please..,” you say breathy and quiet.

“Please what?” He says acting stupid. He just wants to make you say it.

“Please just fuck me already,” you beg.

“Awh, what’s with the attitude, zouina?” He says teasingly as he slides his fingers down your slit and into your gushing wet hole. He penetrates you slowly as he adjusts himself to face your pretty pussy.

He licks your clit in a circular motion. You feel your back begin to arch as he picks up the pace. His fingers slide swiftly against your gummy walls. You let out gentle whimpers.

“N-ghm… fls’ so good,” you say in broken words breathlessly.

“You’re doing so good, princess.” He says softly—quickly continuing to lick your clit in a circular motion.

“T-too much!” You hardly choke out as he begins to pick up the pace more.

Your hips move in rythm with his tongue and your gummy walls begin to contract around his fingers. You feel yourself reaching a high, but it’s quickly ended by Cypher slipping his fingers out of you and halting his tongue.

“You thought I’d let you orgasm that easily?” He says cheerfully. “Too bad.”

(border credits to @ cafekitsune)

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