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[myluckyluv]

“We keep meeting like this, doll,” Romance purred lowly, settling into the seat beside you. His tone was quiet—just loud enough for you to hear over the buzz of the fans.

His eyes were fixed on you, head resting in his hand like he had a cocky smirk on his face. You didn’t dare look at him.

“What the hell is your problem?” you hissed under your breath, all while smiling politely and signing a photocard for a fan in front of you.

“We can’t see our favorite plaything?” Abby’s deep voice rolled over your spine like thunder. He dropped into the chair on your other side, arm lazily slung behind your seat.

“You two are insufferable,” you whispered, keeping your smile bright for the fan across the table.

Your group, Huntrix, had been blindsided by the news that the Saja Boys were joining your fan meet.

A stunt pulled by Jinu.

Romance leaned closer, brushing your thigh under the table. “You look so pretty when you’re pretending to behave.”

“Stop touching me,” you hissed, cheeks burning.

Abby chuckled darkly. “Bet you’re already wet.

“You like playing innocent in public, don’t you?” You ignored them, trying to focus on fans.

But every time you shifted in your seat, Romance’s hand followed, fingers teasing the inside of your thigh through your skirt.

Abby whispered filth in your ear between greetings. “Wonder if the fans would still love you if they saw how you beg for us backstage.”

Romance didn’t say much—just watched you, slow smile tugging at his lips every time your breath caught.

You made it through the event on shaky legs. And the second you were separated from your members backstage, it happened.

You were grabbing a water bottle in the dark storage hallway when two shadows appeared behind you—too tall, too familiar.

“Didn’t think we’d let you run off that easy,” Romance murmured, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

Abby stepped in front of you, trapping you between them. “We waited all fucking day, baby.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Abby had you bent over a crate in seconds, skirt flipped up, panties tugged to the side.

“Still so fucking tight,” Abby growled, spreading you open. “This ass is mine.”

Romance unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free—already hard, flushed, and leaking. “Open up, sweetheart.”

You dropped to your elbows, mouth wide as he guided you down onto him, moaning around the stretch as Abby pushed into your back entrance with a rough grunt.

“Fucking hell,” Abby hissed, slamming into you. “She’s squeezing the hell outta me.”

Romance cradled your cheek with one hand while you sucked him, eyes soft. “Good girl… take both of us like you always do.”

You were barely breathing, spit running down your chin, your walls fluttering around Abby as he pounded you from behind.

Abby slapped your ass hard, growling, “You like being used like this? Dirty little slut.”

You moaned, unable to speak, mouth stuffed full of Romance’s cock.

Romance stroked your hair gently. “You’re doing so good for us, baby.

So pretty with your mouth full.” You gagged slightly as Romance bucked into your mouth, and Abby held your hips tighter, drilling into your ass like he wanted to break you.

Then your phone buzzed in your bra.

You froze.

Abby paused. “Who the fuck is calling her?”

Romance pulled out, eyes flicking to your chest.

“Check.” You dug it out with trembling hands. It was Rumi. Your leader.

“Answer it,” Abby ordered, voice low and sharp.

“Put it on speaker.”

“What—are you crazy?” you whispered. “I said answer it,” Abby growled, slamming his hips forward again.

“Fuck! Okay—Okay I’ll do it” You moaned loudly with a cry, hitting answer. “H-Hi Rumi.”

Romance sat on a nearby crate, cock resting against your palm. “Stroke it, baby,” he whispered. “Be good while you talk.”

Rumi’s voice echoed from the phone. “Where are you? Everyone’s waiting.” You started stroking romance slowly, hand slick with spit.

“S-sorry—I needed a break. I’ll be right there.” Abby leaned over your back.

“You lie so well with my cock buried in your ass.” Romance bit his lip, eyes on your mouth.

“Faster, sweetheart. I wanna cum all over your face the second she hangs up.”

Rumi sighed. “Just hurry. We have an interview in ten.”

“Okay,” you choked, fingers tightening around Romance’s cock as he twitched in your palm.

Romance stroked himself twice and came across your lips and tongue, groaning, “That’s my girl…”

Behind you, Abby wasn’t done. “Now that’s over, I’m going to really fuck you.”

He yanked you, back against him, pounding harder, your moans bouncing off the walls.

Romance knelt beside you, licking into your mouth between gasps. “So good for us, always.”

You came with a scream, body shaking, stuffed and stretched and ruined by both of them.

And as you lay boneless between them, Abby tucked himself away and growled,

“Now go fix your hair. We’ll see you tonight for round two.”

PART 2 HERE

[myluckyluv]

This is literally the reason I’m posting sm now bc I had hella shit in my drafts from months ago 😭

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[myluckyluv]

The door creaked open, and Baby stepped inside, towel slung over his shoulder, sweat still clinging to his neck.

The crowd’s screams still echoed in his ears, but nothing compared to what he saw in front of him.

You were waiting in his dressing room, sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and the shortest pair of jean shorts he’d ever seen.

His breath hitched. “What the hell are you wearing?” You smirked, licking a popsicle slow and deliberate.

“Surprise!.” He dropped the towel instantly, eyes locked on your bare legs, your braless chest under the paper-thin fabric.

“I really—really missed you, Baby.” you teased, stretching your arms above your head, letting your nipples show through the tight cotton. Baby shut the door and locked it behind him.

“You couldn’t wait for me to get home like a good girl?”

“I was going to,” you purred, standing slowly, “but then I figured I’d surprise you.”

He stalked toward you, kicking a chair out of the way. “You brat. Do you know what kind of day I’ve had?”

Your eyes sparkled. “Stressful? Long? Horny?”

Baby grabbed your chin between his fingers. “You think showing up half-naked and running your mouth is gonna end well for you?”

You giggled. “I’m hoping you’ll punish me.”

“Get on your knees.” His voice was low, already thick with lust.

You dropped instantly, the cocky grin still on your lips as you reached for his waistband.

He undid his pants with one hand, pulling his cock free, already hard, twitching for you. “Open.”

You licked your lips before wrapping them around the head, slowly sucking him in inch by inch.

Baby moaned, hand sliding into your hair. “Fuck, I missed this mouth.”

You looked up through your lashes, taking him deeper, letting your spit drip down your chin.

He started to thrust into your mouth, shallow at first, then deeper—using your throat like he owned it. “You come here dressed like a slut,” he growled, “and you’re gonna choke like one too.”

You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, but you didn’t stop—loving the way his abs flexed, how he hissed when you hollowed your cheeks. One of his hands slid down your back and slapped your ass, hard.

You moaned around his cock, jolting forward from the sting. “Yeah?” he said darkly.

“You like that?” You nodded, still sucking, still gagging, drooling onto his shaft.

He pulled your hair as you let an out loud, wet moan, his cock dripping with your spit.

“Get on the couch. On all fours.”

You obeyed without question, climbing up and arching your back, your shorts riding high up your ass.

He ran his hand over the curve of your ass. “This is what happens when you act out.”

SMACK.

You gasped, cheek pressing to the cushion. “More…”

He landed another, harder this time. “You’re such a needy little brat.”

He reached down, yanking your shorts off and tossing them across the room. No panties.

“Of course you’re not wearing anything under this,” he groaned, rubbing your wet pussy. “Soaking already.”

He sank two fingers inside you, curling them slowly. “Dripping for me and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Please, Baby!…” you whined, grinding back into his hand.

“You don’t beg yet,” he said, pulling his fingers out and gripping your hips.

“You beg when I say.”

He pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, teasing you, dragging it up and down your slick folds.

Then he shoved inside in one deep thrust, making you cry out. “That’s it,” he groaned.

“This is what that mouthy little attitude gets you.” You moaned shamelessly, fingers clawing at the couch as he pounded into you from behind. His grip on your hips tightened, his rhythm rough and relentless.

“Fucking tight. Just how I like it.” You tried to look back at him, but he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you upright.

“Ride me,” he ordered, collapsing into the couch and pulling you onto his lap.

You didn’t hesitate, lining him up and sinking down onto his cock with a whimper.

“Yeah… bounce, slut,” he growled, hands locked on your waist. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You rode him fast, desperate, moaning louder with every thrust. “Yes—yes!, I missed you—I needed it so bad—”

He leaned forward and sucked a hickey into your neck, biting down just enough to make you whine.

Your tank top clung to you, thin fabric soaked through your sweat and arousal.

Baby tugged the neckline down and sucked one nipple into his mouth.

You cried out, clenching around him as he teased your tits, switching sides, teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

“Look at you,” he groaned, thrusting up into you. “Fucking yourself on my cock like a perfect little groupie.”

You were so close, body twitching. “I’m gonna cum—Baby, please—please let me—”

“Do it,” he growled, slapping your ass one more time. “Cum for me. Make a mess.”

You exploded around him, screaming his name as you collapsed against his chest.

He grunted, thrusting up a few more times before burying himself deep and spilling inside you.

You both breathed heavy, your forehead pressed to his collarbone, his cum dripping down your thighs. Baby kissed your jaw and whispered, “You better show up like that after every concert.”

You smiled sleepily. “Only if you keep fucking me like this .”

Saja smirked, landing another slap on your ass. “Next time you pull this stunt, I’m bending you over on camera.”

[strnilolover]

Special birthday request hehe

Ride or Die Matt - reader ignores Matt after he hasn't fucked her in a while and gets bratty whenever he speaks to her. Matt sees her sexual frustration and draws it out a lil until she begs for it. The actual smut is yours to create and imagine. LOVE YOUUU

⌗ . . . A GOOD FUCK

WARNINGS : DOM!MATT. MEAN!MATT. BRATTY!READER. SMUT. PNV. DEGRADING. TEASING. SEXUAL FRUSTRATION!

for my lovely kay!! @endereies happy happy birthday!! <3

you knew matt wasn’t intentionally meaning to ignore you—you knew he had a big race coming up in a week and he just wanted to make sure everything was perfect and ready for himself to win.

but it was getting to you.

sitting in the hot garage day after day just to watch him work on his car with chris—his attention barely on you day after day. you were growing frustrated—needy—the tension in your body so tight you felt like you were going to burst.

and really today was no different than the last few. you were in the garage again—sitting on the empty tool bench in the far corner with your legs crossed. you were doing everything in your power not to look at him. you wanted to be mad at him—you were mad at him. but it was like your body just didn’t care what your mind thought.

matt was bent over the open engine bay of his race car, sweat dripping down the back of his neck and his hands buried deep inside the guts of the machine. chris was next to him, his sleeves rolled up with grease on his jaw, and tossing tools between his fingers while reading torque specs off his phone.

“she’s still knocking on the left side. probably a valve lash issue.” chris muttered, reaching for a socket wrench. “did you tighten these already?” you overheard him ask and matt grunted, reaching back and pulling a rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands. he nodded, sighing. “twice. and she’s still not settling.”

“You think it’s the camshaft?” chris asked, trying to help matt figure out what could be wrong with the car. he hummed. “could be.” matt replied before he stood straight for a moment, cracked his neck, and swiped sweat from his brow. his half-zipped suit hung low on his hips, exposing the white tank under it, stained with grease from the car and whatever else.

you didn’t even blink. chris noticed your behavior—and you were sure matt did too—and shot you a quick look, raising a brow at the way you sat there all stiff and silent, but didn’t say anything. he knew better.

matt had already tried to make conversation with you three times already today.

“did y’see the new tires?”

no reply.

“you wanna help baby? or just pout all day?”

still nothing.

“you’re not mad at me right?”

you were. but you smiled sweetly at your phone like he didn’t even exist. and matt scoffed low under his breath and leaned against the hood while chris ducked back under it. he was watching you and that made you twitch, but didn’t look up. he definitely noticed.

chris glanced up from under the hood of the car with a smirk like he was used to tuning you both out when you got like this. he himself could feel the tension between you two now beginning to grow rapidly. “i’m gonna..go grab the plugs.” he muttered, suddenly disappearing toward the supply shelf in the back.

as soon as he was gone, matt tilted his head at you and smirked like he was going to say something, but instead he gave you one last knowing look before he turned back to the car with that same smug little shake of his head.

matt definitely knew. it was like he could read you like an open book even if you didn’t want to be read. you were needy—throbbing and pent up. and you hated that he knew. hated how cocky he was about it. like he could feel it on you.

you could feel how flushed your face was, how hot you were just from him staring at you. it had been days since he’d touched you—fucked you. and it felt as if every little thing he did just served to rile you up more. you just turned yourself away from them once chris returned, keeping silent.

you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. not another glance or sound. you crossed your arms over your chest, your lips tight as you just stared away from them. your phone was still in your lap, but you’d scrolled past the same tiktok five times. you couldn’t focus.

you hadn’t realized that matt started to watch you again until he spoke—too wrapped up into your own head and trying to be mad at him. “baby.” matt called again, from across the garage after chris walked off again—this time taking his sweet time at the far end of the room. “you’re not even gonna look at me?”

you didn’t. you were barely breathing at this point.

there was a long pause—nothing but the sound of chris messing around somewhere in the back room could be heard. but the the sound of his boots coming toward you echoed through the garage.

you didn’t bother to move. but your stomach dropped and your cunt clenched—it didn’t take long before your eyes flicked up in spite of yourself just as he reached the tool bench you were sitting on. his frame was towering over you, arms crossed as he looked down at you.

“you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ brat.” he muttered, voice low enough to be for you only. “and honestly, it’s cute.” and you just blinked, like you didn’t hear him, but your nails dug into your arms. “don’t give me that.” he said with a chuckle, dropping his voice lower as he leaned in closer. his hands came to rest on the side of the bench, right by your thigh. “you’ve been sittin’ there all day with that little attitude. like i don’t know exactly why you’re so quiet.”

you still didn’t say anything—but it was becoming increasingly hard to stay quiet. to not just give in right now and drop your whole bratty act. you knew what you were doing—you did this every time you wanted his attention. he was so close. too close.

“poor baby.” he said, the mock sympathy dripping from his words as he cocked his head. “so neglected. must be real hard not getting my cock for a few days, huh?” and you clenched your jaw, exhaling slowly. your thighs pressing together. of course he knew—but you weren’t expecting him to say it out loud. not here at least.

“bet you been touchin’ yourself when I’m not around. whining into your pillow.” he sneered, his fingers barely brushing the top of your knee as his hand moved slowly. “but it’s not the same, is it?” and that’s what got you to finally look at him. finally. and he grinned.

“m’not a brat.” you mumbled, crossing your legs the other way, trying to move away so he wouldn’t make your walls crumple anymore than they already were. “oh, sweetheart.” he said, now dragging his thumb across your thigh. “you’re the fuckin’ definition of one.” he leaned down now, his lips right against your ear. “but i love when you act like this. makes it more fun to break you down later.” and then he pulled away, giving your thigh a light squeeze then and tap before turning away to go back to his car.

your heart was racing now, and you swallowed—your stomach already twisting and turning—mind running with so many thoughts of what he just might do.

-

the next day was worse. you were so much more worse.

you didn’t even say hi when you walked into the garage—and honestly you weren’t even sure why you kept coming back in here when you knew you didn’t have to. but you just strutted in anyways in a pair of tight little shorts and a cropped tee.

you made it a point not to look at matt when he glanced up, watching the way you climbed up onto that same tool bench and crossed your legs. but your whole body was stiff—because you could feel the way he looked at you.

chris was underneath the car, his legs sticking out like some cartoon, which honestly made you crack a small smile. but you wiped it away quickly as you started to peel open a popsicle you had brought with you and stuck it between your lips without a word.

matt shook his head and chuckled under his breath—he knew what you were doing. and you knew that he knew. it was on purpose, what you were doing. every little slurp you made on the red popsicle was for him. even the eye-roll you did every time you moved your head down was meant to test him. to tease him—just to see how far he’d let this go.

but he just kept working, even if you were staring to become distracting. his eyes flicking over to you every few minutes, watching the way some of the juice from the popsicle was dripping down the sides of your mouth. and how your nipples were poking through that shirt of yours. of course you weren’t wearing a fucking bra—matt didn’t like the thought of chris’ eyes landing on you and seeing it.

you sat there for a while, not watching the boys, just scrolling on your phone and eating your popsicle until it was finished. but at some point chris had left to “take a call.” he knew how you guys got, and really he wish he didn’t, but he was around be too often to where he started picking up on little details. and so he shoot a knowing glance between you both before heading out. the door swung shut behind him.

and that’s when the air seemed to change. it became more tense—so thick you could probably cut it with a knife. you and matt were both on edge, but it wasn’t going to be him who was going to snap first.

you didn’t hear mat move right away, just the sound of tools being set down gently in the tool boxes where they went before the sound of a rag was heard. and then his shadow was being casted over your legs. he didn’t give you time to react before he was already speaking to you.

“i should bend you over that hood.” he murmured, not even giving you the satisfaction of looking directly at you, instead he was looking else where. his hand rested on the edge of the bench beside you, fingers slowly curling just like they had yesterday.

he startled you to say the least but all you did was blink slowly before your lips parted, taking little breaths in and out. your heart hammering.

when he finally looked at you, he moved to step between your knees. “don’t look so shocked sweetheart. done nothin’ but try to provoke me today.” and you couldn’t stop the next words from slipping past your lips. “fuck you.” you mumbled, though it came out breathy.

he hummed, his hands moving slow—up your thighs, spreading them apart just a little as he leaned it towards you. “i like this version of you. all pouty. all worked up.” your breath hitched as his fingers ghosted over your core—so close you could feel the heat radiating off his knuckles.

but he didn’t touch you. not in the way you wanted him to—and that make your head spin, your walls crumbling down in an instant. “please.” you whispered without thinking and matt tilted his head, smirking to himself. he had you exactly where he wanted you. “please?” he echoed mockingly. “that’s it?”

he tsked, leaning in so close to you that his lips brushed your ear, just like they had done yesterday. and you could feel the way your breath caught in your throat. “nah, baby. you’re not gettin’ my cock until you’re begging for it. i wanna hear how bad it hurts not having your pussy stuffed after a few days.”

you whined, your hips shifting forward. he hadn’t even done anything to you yet—but yet here you were—your body already on fire and your mind already beginning to turn to mush just from how he was talking to you. “it hurts,” you whispered. “been hurting all week.” your words were breathless, almost inaudible as you spoke.

matt shifted just slightly, moving his palm to suddenly press flat against your cunt over your shorts—your legs parted more for him as you gasped at the contact. it was such a small move, but fuck did it feel amazing.

“oh, I fuckin’ bet.” he growled, his fingers now moving to rubbing slow, firm circles over your clothed clit. he was focused on the fact that chris could come back into the garage and see you both like this—no—he was focused on making you pay for how you had been acting towards him. “this little pussy’s been neglected, huh? bet she’s been so fuckin’ soaked for me, isn’t she?”

you nodded so fast you thought you’d get whiplash, your breath catching. he was always so hot when he spoke to you like this. it was exactly what you needed—and you were so so close to getting what you wanted, it was like you could taste it. “mhm—yes. fuck, matt please.” you begged just slightly, but it obviously wasn’t enough. because just as your hips started to grin against his fingers, he pulled back and just stepped away.

just like that.

and you stared at him with your lips parted in disbelief. he touched you and then backed off—why would he just do that?

“mm-mm. that’s not what i asked for.” he said, reaching out and wiping his hands with a clean rag, turning back toward the car with a smirk. “i said to beg. not whimper. makes you sound desperate baby.”

you were seething. your eyes turning to slits as your voice started before your brain could catch up. “matt!” you slid off the bench, storming over to where he way by his car, your voice beginning to raise. “you’re such a—” and before you could get the rest of the words out, matt was spinning quick to pin you back against the edge of the car with a hand against your stomach. “careful. sat the wrong thing and i’ll edge you on my tongue for an hour just to send you home without my cock.”

your eyes widened—welling just slightly as your whole body began to throb even more. it wasn’t fair how he was acting—he would’ve just given into you by now. you felt as if you’d cry right here and now with how much you needed him.

“now be a good girl,” he whispered, one hand coming out to grab at your hip as the one on your stomach began sliding down and into your shorts. his fingers dancing along the outside of your panties, tracing faint lines over your pussy. “and tell me what you want.” you were warm—everywhere—the wet patch on your panties growing by the second, sticking to you.

“want your cock,” you gasped, the words being mumbled, your pride crumbling. your body basically shrinking in front of him. “please—want it so bad—been aching for days.”

“yeah? what, you want it—here?” his fingers moved and pressed hard over your clit. you nodded desperately, lips parting as your eyes fluttered shut for just a moment. “c’mon baby, say it. tell me what filthy little thoughts have been swimming around in that pretty head of yours.” your hips twitched at his words, eyes fluttering back open.

“I want you to bend me over and fuck me like i’m nothing.” your voice cracked just slightly—you felt so embarrassed. “want you to use me. make me cum so hard i forget how long i waited.” matt groaned out a noise of approval before he leaned down, his mouth connecting to yours in a heated kiss.

his hand moved out of your shorts, coming up to land on your other hip as his lips broke away from your own, quickly spinning you around—pressing you against his car. the hood was down now, and you hadn’t even realized it was. almost like he planned for it to end like this.

he pressed a hand up between your shoulder blades, a quiet signal for you to go down. and you listened—bending yourself forward and arching the best you could, letting your legs spread more for him.

you let yourself lay flat, your cheek pressed to the metal of the hood. matts hands grabbed at the waist band of your shorts and yanked them down to your knees—your panties now on full display for him, absolutely soaked through. “look at you, soaked through your fuckin’ panties,” he muttered. “how pathetic is that?”

you turned your head slightly to look over one of your shoulders the best you could—catching a small glimpse of him before you let your head fall back down. “please.” you whined, pushing your hips back against him. you could feel how hard he was already, his cock straining against the material of his pants.

he thought about teasing you more—letting you grind yourself back into him like a needy girl—but he decided not to waste anymore time. after all, he was getting impatient himself.

so he just reached down and slid your panties to the side, his other hand coming down and undoing his pants, pulling his cock out as quickly as he could. he pulled back slightly so he could spit down onto his hand, reaching down to fist himself until he was slick enough. the loss of contact made you whimper, your desperation growing more by the second.

he chuckled when he noticed, tsking before grabbing your hip and lining himself up. “so fuckin’ impatient baby. you want it so bad? then fucking take it.” and with that his hips pushed forward rather rough, his cock burying itself so deep inside you, it nearly knocked the wind out of you.

you moaned loud—the sound almost between a cry and a scream—but he reached around and clamped a hand over your mouth rather quickly, shutting you up as his hips snapped forward. “shh, baby. y’gotta keep it down. wouldn’t want chris hearing what a needy little whore you are, hm?”

you shook your head, small “no’s” slipping past your lips as your nails scraped against the hood of his car. he started fucking you rough and deep, one of his hands tangling itself in your hair as the other stayed over your mouth.

“five days without my cock and look at you,” he hissed. “takin’ it like you’re starved for it. you are, aren’t you? so upset that my attention hasn’t been on you, you greedy girl.” your moans we’re muffled against his hand, drool pooling in the palm of it as he tried to keep you quiet.

“say it.” he growled, the hand in your hair yanking your head back and away from his hand that covered your mouth. your moans echoing through the garage now as his cock kisses that sweet spot inside you over and over again. the drool now trailing down the sides of your mouth, pool against your shirt.

“I—i was upset!” you gasped, a hand reaching back to grab at him every time he rammed inside you. your scalp starting to burn slightly from the grip he had on your hair. “just—just wanted your attention matt—missed it—please!” he cursed under his breath, his own eyes rolling back from how good you were behaving now. “there’s my good girl.” he murmured. “all that attitude just cause you needed what? a good fuck?, hm?.”

you nodded, the words dying on your tongue as he fucked you faster. the car under you was shaking and neither of you cared if chris heard you—both of you were just focused on the moment and how good you both felt.

every part of you felt on fire—from the heat or from matt you weren’t sure. but your stomach was becoming tighter, your orgasm building. you were crying by now, you were sure of it—your eyes all watery and nose sniffling as matt’s hips didn’t stop. he could feel the way you clenched around him, drawing him in every time he pulled out—it was like you were milking him.

“c’mon sweetheart, i can feel you clenching around me. you gonna cum already? missed my cock so much that you can’t even last?” your body shuttered at his words. he was mocking you—and you tried to deny it, tried to lift your head to say no but it was no use. he wasn’t lying.

the hand tangled in your hair pushed your face back down to the hood of the car, sliding down to grab at the back of your neck. holding you there. “cum on my cock baby. show me how bad you missed me.” hips get kicked your legs wider as he thrusted forward, the new angle making your eyes rolling back as you clenched around him again.

“ah—ah—oh fuck!” your body shook and tensed, walls fluttering around matt’s cock as you let go. you came with a loud cry, your juices beginning to rush out and down his cock. soaking the back of your thighs and the front of his pants. your legs almost threatened to give out on you, but matt just held you up as he fucked you through your high. his own not too far behind.

it wasn’t long before you body started to become over sensitive, twitching slightly in his hold as you started to babble. “matt—fuckfuckfuck—ohmygod—“ his hand on your neck decided to move again, this time trailing down your body and pressing to your clit, rubbing it quickly as his thrusts started to become sloppy.

“y’gonna cum again baby. c’mon, want you to cum again—you can do it f’me.” he groaned, his body leaning forward to press his chest flush to your back, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as his hips stuttered. he stilled moments later, his balls drawing tight as he spilled himself inside you. thick ropes of cum painted your walls, some even leaking around the sides of him as he tried to bury himself deeper into your cunt.

the feeling of it triggered your second orgasm—your cunt clenching down around him once again as you came. your vision blurred for just a moment as small gasps slipped out of you. matt continued to empty himself inside you, making sure to fill you to the brim before his body relaxed on top of yours basically.

“this what you wanted, huh?” he muttered, turning his head two press a kiss where his teeth bit into your flesh. light purple marks already blossoming around the bite. and you nodded, your body half-limp and your mind absolutely gone. your breath catching.

“good.” he whispered—his arms moving to peel himself off of you gently. he was being gentle now. this was your favorite part after it all—how gentle he is with you, knowing he pushed your limits just a little. “stay right here for a sec while i get stuff to clean us up baby.”

you whined as he started to pull away—not wanting him to go. you just wanted him close now. “matttt.” but he just shushed you as his hips pulled back, his cock slipping from your now spent and full cunt. he watched as a mixture of his cum and yours leaked out of you, giving just a small smirk before he wandered off to get some clean rags.

matt had managed to get you both cleaned up in time and dressed before chris came back inside. matt had been situating you on his lap, your head snuggled into his neck, before chris came back into the building. you yourself were already starting to doze off in his arms, your body tired and weak.

and chris glared at you both—knowing just from how calm you were and how smug matt looked—that something went on in here that he’d rather not think about. a quite “you guys are disgusting.” muttered from him as matt just laughed.

a/n : this was supposed to be posted on june 28th but i’m very bad at sticking to a schedule obviously. but happy birthday kay!! my sweetest and bestest friend ever. i love you so so much and i hope your day was fantastic and just know that you are stuck with me forever 🤗

this also isn’t proofread so if there’s any spelling mistakes, i apologize

[cre3pers-x]

Lowkey,,,,

Skozz and Riff from Rock Dog

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o sleep-talking and confessing to them again

Request: Celeste what if maybe he’s sleeping and then hears a sound and opens his eyes to see what it is… and it’s you, sleep-talking and confessing to him again?? What would svt do?

A/N: this is so cute fcyfcdytdxtdxtexe

Smiles like a love-struck idiot and holds you tighter — Seungcheol, Joshua, Mingyu, Dino

He blinks sleepily when he hears your voice, and at first he thinks you’re awake but then he realizes… you’re sleep-talking. And what you say? “I love you so much, please don’t ever leave.” His heart literally melts. He shifts just enough to pull you more close to him, tucks your head under his chin, and whispers back, “I’m not going anywhere.” He probably won’t sleep the rest of the night because he’s just lying there smiling like a lovesick fool that he is for you.

Shocked and speechless — Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao

You mumble something like “He’s the only one I ever wanted…” He stares at the ceiling for a solid five minutes like: did that just happen? He’s not the type to show his emotions easily, but his heart is doing backflips. He brushes your hair back and just watches you sleep for a while, overwhelmed by how much you love him — and how much he loves you. The next morning he makes your favorite breakfast. Doesn’t say why, but you’ll see that look in his eyes.

Literally gasps and freaks out [but in love] — Soonyoung, Dokyeom

“Wait WHAT did you just say??” he whispers into the dark. You’re completely asleep, and he’s freaking out. You mumbled something like “I love you [name]. Thank you for loving me.” He’s lying there like 😭😭😭😭 He’ll record it in his brain FOREVER. Tries to go back to sleep, but accidentally wakes you up from vibrating with love. The next day he brings you a bouquet and is like “Not that I was eavesdropping BUT—say it again. While awake.”

Wakes up confused, then falls in love all over again — Jeonghan, Jun, Seungkwan, Vernon

He’s a little startled at first. It’s 2:47am and you’re whispering like a tiny ghost, but when he realizes what you said, “I still get butterflies when you look at me [name]…” He’s stunned. Like, genuinely shook. Just staring at you like you’ve cast a spell. He kisses your forehead, says “Me too,” and goes back to sleep feeling like the luckiest person on earth.

[He hopes you do it again.[

[rafesteddy]

dilf!rafe x milf!reader au where reader and her eldest daughter have a love island obsession. And Rafe can’t stand it for the life of him

😂😂 I love this. And it’s not just Win and reader. It’s Max too 😋

600 words c/w: none

Rafe’s fully settled—slippered feet kicked up, Clemson game on, remote secure in his hand. He doesn’t even hear them coming until it’s too late.

You walk in first, still laughing from something Max said in the kitchen. Winnie trails behind, sipping from a Stanley cup while Max munches on chips, leaving a trail of crumbs in his wake—enough to earn a signature Rafe side-eye.

“Scoot over, baby,” you hum, already climbing onto the couch, tucking yourself into his big arms.

“Wait. What—Hey, what are you—”

“Thanks, Dad,” Winnie cuts him off, plucking the remote from his hand with that syrupy sweet voice that always gets her her way.

Max flops down on the other side, already wrist-deep in the chip bag. “We’re watching Love Island.”

Rafe’s brow furrows, nose wrinkling in disgust. “We were watching Clemson…”

He glances at the screen, narrowing his eyes as the music blares. Couples strut across the villa—drinks in hand, thong bikinis, abs and tattoos, yanking each other away for chats.

“What the hell is this?” He mutters.

“You’ll love it,” Winnie lies without hesitation, eyes glued to the screen as Huda and Jeremiah get into it.

“‘Cause that’s not bullshit, Jeremiah,” Max scoffs, flicking a crumb at the TV. Rafe snaps his head toward him, scandalized.

“You too?”

“Spare me the judgment,” Max sighs. “I was you once… hotter. But you nonetheless. Just wait—”

“They’re doing a kissing challenge,” Winnie announces, already grinning.

“They’re what?” Rafe clutches his invisible pearls, staring at the screen as one of the women goes down the line of guys like it’s speed dating with tongue.

“Damn… That’s a lot of tongue,” you mumble—not with enough disgust for his liking.

“How can you watch this?” He scolds you. “What the hell kind of show is this?”

Everyone just laughs. Max chucks a pillow at him. “Lighten up, old man.”

Two weeks later

Rafe’s home from a business trip, finally. He’s back on the couch, watching the news, twins down for the night, peace restored.

You, Max, and Winnie barge in like it’s choreography.

Max bats his lashes, throwing his voice an octave higher just to be annoying. “I’m a mommy.”

“Mommy?” Winnie echoes, stealing the remote from Rafe with no resistance.

“I’m a mom,” Max insists.

“Mamacita,” you and Winnie say in unison, making Rafe scowl.

“No, like—I’m a mommy,” Max hums, flipping imaginary hair.

“A mom of what? A dog?” Winnie asks, lifting the Yorkie in the air like Simba.

“I have a daughter,” Max says simply, dropping onto the couch and popping open a new bag of chips.

They laugh. Rafe rolls his eyes, scoops Teddy under one arm like a football, and scratches her head—like maybe that’ll undo the trauma of being raised in this household.

You snuggle back into him. “Wait… you’re not gonna fight us for the TV?”

Rafe blinks. “What, me? Do I have a say?”

“Naur,” Max answers, mouth full. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Four notifications light up Rafe’s phone. Everyone freezes.

Winnie’s eyes slide sideways. She gasps. “No way. Was that—was that a Love Island alert?”

Silence.

“Enough,” Rafe mumbles.

Max leans in, dramatic. “…Dad.”

“I said enough,” Rafe mutters again, red creeping up his neck.

“You downloaded the app?!” Winnie whisper-yells, eyes wide.

Max wheezes. “Stop roasting him, you’re gonna scare him off!”

Rafe clears his notifications in a huff, grumbling, “You people are unbelievable.”

Winnie tilts her head. “Wait. Did you… vote in the recoupling?”

The room goes dead quiet and you bury your face in his chest, trying not to let him know you’re about to bust out laughing.

Rafe doesn’t move; doesn’t blink. Just stares at the screen like he can will it to start faster.

“Earth to Dad—”

“I voted based on character,” he snaps, finally. Defensive. Red-faced. Completely busted.

You snort into his shirt. Max loses it.

“My father is a Love Island baddie,” Winnie declares.

Rafe sighs, grabs the remote… but doesn’t change the channel.

He just turns up the volume.

“Shut up,” he grumbles. “It’s Casa Amor week.”

[myluckyluv]

PART 2

The door barely clicked shut behind you before Abby shoved you against the bed, his palm flat against your lower back, bending you forward.

“Wipe that smug look off your face,slut” he growled into your ear, voice low and gravel-edged.

“You think just ‘cause we let you suck us off backstage you’re safe?”

Romance chuckled behind you, loose hoodie and earrings glinting under the hallway light.

“C’mon, don’t be too mean, Abs. She’s trying.”

“I think she’s trying to get fucking ruined,” Abby snapped back, already pulling down your shorts.

You shivered when his rough fingers slid over your folds—already wet from anticipation. Romance stepped in front of you, lifting your chin.

“I bet you were dripping at the mere thought of us, on your way slut.”

You whined, lips parting to respond, but Abby slammed into you from behind in one deep, punishing thrust.

Your scream was muffled as Romance slipped two fingers into your mouth. “Ah-ah,” he murmured.

Abby grunted behind you, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Tight as fucking ever.” You moaned around Romance’s fingers, knees shaking as your pussy clenched from the sting and stretch.

“Let her get it out,” Romance purred, now stroking your bottom lip.

“She’ll be drooling for real in a second.” He unzipped his jeans and freed his cock, already half-hard and heavy.

Abby started thrusting—deep, hard, unforgiving—while Romance guided your mouth to his cock. “Open up, baby— Fuck, I missed this.”

You sucked him in greedily, eyes fluttering as the overwhelming fullness between both ends had your brain buzzing.

“Fuck, she’s shaking already,” Abby grunted, landing a harsh slap on your ass.

“She loves this.”

“She does,” Romance murmured with a grin, his voice smooth like silk.

“She’s our good little cocksleeve, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, the vibration making Romance groan and thrust deeper into your mouth.

Then—he reached down, fingers sliding between your thighs to rub slow, excruciating circles on your clit.

You jolted, moaning around Romance’s cock as the sudden stimulation made your pussy flutter.

But just as your orgasm started to rise—Abby stopped moving, burying himself inside and staying still.

“Nope,” he barked.

“You don’t get to cum yet.” You let out a muffled sob, mouth full of Romance, who just cooed, “Aw, is someone sensitive already?”

He pinched your clit gently, making you jolt again. “You don’t cum until we say, baby.” Abby started fucking you again—slower, deeper—and the angle made your eyes roll back.

Romance used your mouth like his personal toy, thrusting lazily while his fingers teased your swollen clit in tight, cruel patterns.

“Please,” you choked out around him, voice wet and raw.

“Please what?” Abby sneered.

“Use your damn words.”

“Wanna cum,” you gasped when Romance pulled out long enough to let you breathe.

“You’ll get it when you earn it,” he whispered, licking your lips. Your body trembled violently—on the edge again, your thighs twitching uncontrollably.

“Poor thing’s falling apart,” Romance said sweetly. “Maybe we should let her cum.”

“No,” Abby snapped.

“Not yet. Not until she’s fucking begging.”

He grabbed your hair and yanked your head up. “Look at me. Beg for it.”

You looked back with tears in your eyes. “Please. Please, Abby. Romance . I can’t take it—need to cum, please let me—” Romance chuckled, tapping your lips with his cock.

“She’s so cute when she begs.” Abby didn’t stop.

His thrusts got harder, faster, dragging obscene sounds from your dripping cunt.

Romance slid back into your mouth, hips rolling while his fingers resumed their devastating work on your clit.

You started crying—real tears this time—as your orgasm surged and died over and over again, held right at the edge.

“Think she’s ready?” Romance asked, looking down at you like you were art.

“She’s earned it,” Abby growled. “Cum, slut.” And just like that—you shattered.

Your scream was muffled by Romance’s cock as your pussy clenched around Abby, your entire body convulsing with pleasure.

They didn’t stop. Abby chased his own release, fucking you through your orgasm until he came deep inside you with a broken grunt.

Romance pulled out of your mouth and let you catch your breath, then stroked himself until ropes of cum spilled across your chest and lips. You collapsed, face-down on the mattress, panting and twitching. Abby leaned over you, panting.

“Next time, you cum when we say. Not when your greedy little cunt says so.”

Romance wiped your lips clean with his thumb.

“Still breathing, sweetheart?” You nodded weakly, dazed.

“Y-Yeah…”

“Good.” He kissed your temple.

“Because we’re not done yet.”

“And next time,” Abby growled, rolling you onto your back,

“you’re gonna thank us properly for making you cum.”

[mooningningg]

notes, changed the appearance little bit but hey, your favorite is back!

★ Roommate!Sukuna who brings you to a drive thru after the devils tango.

The sheets are still tangled, warm from everything you just did. Your hair’s a mess. His lip is a little bitten. The air’s heavy with what just happened, but neither of you says anything for a minute.

You’re curled up next to him, your cheek against his chest, listening to the dull thump of his heart under skin still sticky with sweat.

Sukuna stretches a little, groaning like a man thrice his age. "Shit. I'm starving."

You hum lazily. “You’ve got leftover noodles in the fridge.”

"Yeah, and you’ve got no taste. That crap’s soggy as fuck now."

There’s a pause before he mutters, like it's some great secret:

"...You wanna hit the McDonald’s drive-thru?”

You look up at him, blinking. “Seriously?” He glares down at you. “Don’t make me repeat myself, brat. Get your pants.”

Ten minutes later, you’re in his car — no bra, hoodie stolen from his floor, your legs crisscrossed in the passenger seat. He’s shirtless with a flannel barely buttoned and hair still damp from a too-quick rinse. He pulls into the drive-thru like a menace.

You lean across him to squint at the menu. “Can I get the spicy—” "You're not getting that, you're a fucking lightweight," he cuts in. “Every time, your stomach dies. And guess who deals with it.”

You flip him off, but he’s already rolling the window down.

“Hi, welcome to McDonald’s, can I take your order?”

Sukuna leans halfway out. “Yeah, gimme a double cheeseburger, large fries, uh… the chicken nuggets—ten piece, not that pussy six one—and a Coke.”

You reach over. “And a McFlurry.”

“No. You always eat two bites and hand me the rest like I’m your damn trashcan.”

“I’ll finish it this time!”

“You said that last week, dumbass.”

You both keep bickering until the voice crackles again. “…You guys done ordering?”

A long pause. Then: "Yeah, we’re done,” Sukuna grits out, running a hand over his face. “Just throw in the fuckin' ice cream, whatever."

You’re halfway through your nuggets, bare feet on the dash, when Sukuna tears off a piece of his burger and hands it to you without looking. “Here. You like the way they grill the patties, right?”

You blink at him. “How do you even remember that?”

“Because I listen, dumbass.” He says it like you’re the idiot for not knowing. “Also, you always fucking moan when you eat it. It’s disturbing.”

You laugh, and he finally glances at you — a little sideways, soft for no reason at all.

Later, when your head’s against the window and your fries are tucked in your hoodie pocket for easy snacking, he glances over again. His fingers brush your knee, resting there casually, grounding you both.

“…Don’t fall asleep, idiot. You’re gonna choke on a fry and I’m not giving you mouth-to-mouth.”

But his thumb strokes slow circles on your leg the whole ride home.

divider by: @cafekitsune

[pittsick]

DEAN WINCHESTER WHEN HE... JERKS OFF.

Dean doesn’t make a habit of jerking off every day — not because he doesn’t want to, but because life on the road doesn’t always leave space for indulgence. Between monster hunts, motel walls thin as paper, and Sam always somewhere too close, he’s learned restraint. But when he does give in to it, it’s intense, lazy, and always personal.

He’s not the type to rush. Dean touches himself like a man who knows exactly what he likes — because he does. He’s had enough years, enough experience, to know his own body down to the last twitch. He likes to take his time with it when he can. The lights low. A beer half-finished on the nightstand. Classic rock humming low in the background, or the echo of a motel’s busted AC unit masking the quiet groans he doesn’t mean to let slip.

He’s visual. Always has been. Maybe it’s a woman he met at a dive bar, maybe it’s someone he can’t have, or maybe—when he’s alone and no one’s asking questions—it’s you. Your voice, your mouth, your thighs, the sound you’d make if he just—

Yeah. That gets him.

Dean starts slow. A palm dragging over the bulge in his jeans. Sometimes through denim until the friction’s too much and he’s muttering curses, popping the button open like he’s starved. He’ll tilt his head back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as he wraps a rough hand around himself, thumb smearing over the head. His mouth goes slack, breath heavy, jaw flexing as his rhythm builds.

There’s no performance in it. Dean doesn’t care about looking pretty. His hips shift, his abs flex, and when he moans, it’s quiet but raw. He groans your name sometimes — not even realizing it. Sometimes loud, like he’s imagining you beneath him, his hand not his own, your skin hot and tight around him.

And if he’s feeling really desperate? He’ll spit in his palm, grit his teeth, and fuck up into it like he’s chasing the memory of someone he shouldn’t miss. His eyes stay half-lidded, staring up at the ceiling, until they roll back the second he loses control. He curses when he comes, one hand over his mouth or gripping the sheets. It’s messy. Real. He never lasts long when he’s thinking of you.

Afterward, he’s quiet. Not ashamed — never that — but thoughtful. He’ll clean himself up with the nearest ragged tee or motel towel, then lie back and breathe for a while. Maybe he’ll light up a cigarette, if he’s really in his head about it. Maybe he’ll knock back the rest of his drink. Maybe, if you’re in the next room, he’ll glance at the door like he’s wondering what it’d feel like if you walked in, caught him red-handed, and decided to help him finish next time.

Because the truth is… Dean jerks off like a man who’s always half hoping you are watching.

[chuhees]

𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨୨୧

𝗕ℰ𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 prof! jake x fem! reader 爱. smut 18+ nsfw, praise kink, unprotected sex 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝑖𝐎

爱 : was a bit lazy to do my other layout so this is from my other account. lowkey wanna turn professor jake into a collection so send requests on diff scenerios.

A CONTINUATION OF PROFESSOR JAKE

𝙁𝙄𝘾 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝘾𝙐𝙏 (18+) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄

you were confused, heart broken, and ready to cry. you weren’t sure what had upset you so much. the fact that professor sim was on a date with another female, or that you were thrown to the corner after he found someone better.

both thoughts stung worst than anything.

jake never gave you a label, just late night meet ups, incredible orgasms, obscure messages, his mouth on your most sensitive places. now he’s with someone else? taking her to a fancy restaurant and probably back to his place when the night is over.

your heart raced in your t-shirt, jake’s t-shirt. you pulled the covers over your body and tried to sleep, sleep off the aching feeling in your heart. he told you it’s just you and him, so why were you having such a difficult time believing it?

when you closed your eyes, trying not to think of it too much—a knock at your apartment door wakes you up, followed by a text from jake.

professor sim: open the door now.

you don’t waste a second, you jump out of bed and pace towards the door. you open the door, seeing jake standing there. his black button down showed a good portion of his chest, his dark dress pants hugging his bulge too perfectly.

“don’t ever say shit like that. you hear me?” jake breaths.

“like what?” your fingers shake gently against your door.

jake grabs your jaw, titling your face up to his view. “like how you’re not enough.”

your back hits the door, jake’s hands slide up your shirt—feeling every inch of your bare skin beneath. his voice drops low, sending shivers down your spine.

“i left her at the fucking restaurant. didn’t bother to go inside. got a speeding ticket on the way here—just to get to you.”

your lips part, words long forgotten. “y-you did?”

“now i’m gonna fuck you so deep, you forget anyone that isn’t me.” jake growls low.

jake drops to his knees, bunching your shirt around your waist. his eyes flicker upwards—dark, filled with obsession.

“no panties?” he whispers against your skin. “good fucking girl.”

jake’s mouth hits your folds, his warm tongue against your achy clit. he moans against your cunt—the taste of you is enough to make him cum in his pants. “fuck.” jake groans, one arm wrapped around your thigh to hold you in place.

“you’re dripping sweetheart. was this for me? or were you thinking about someone else.”

you don’t answer. you’re too busy grabbing his hair, pushing his face against your pussy—whimpering for more.

“you don’t need to think baby.” he murmurs against your clit. “just cum like you fucking mean it.” your legs shake, your head throws back against the door. you moan his name as you reach your climax, desperately.

jake stands up, his lips shiny. without saying anything, he picks you up—wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to your bedroom.

“you thought you weren’t enough.” he tosses you onto the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt—tossing it aside carelessly. “you drive me insane. you ruin me.”

jake kisses you deeply, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. his hands go barely above his knees, he’s desperate to be inside of you. jake lines himself up with your entrance, pushing inside without any notice.

“no teasing tonight.” he growls against your neck. “no slow. no gentle.”

you nod. “i can take it.”

“i know you can sweetheart.”

jake growns low against your throat, savoring the moment of being buried within your tight cunt. “you’re so fucking tight” he moans. “made for me, only me.”

jake starts to move within you, setting a punishing pace. his thrusts are deep, leaving you crying for more. his hands grip your waist, scared you’ll slip away.

“you think anyone can make you feel like this?” jake pants, voice breaking within every thrust. “you think any of those boys in class could fuck you like this?”

“no.” you cry out—in both pain and pleasure. “only you.. only you.”

“say it again.” jake licks your jaw.

“only you jake–”

jake leans in close, his lips nearly touching yours. “that’s my girl.”

your legs wrap around his waist, causing the angle to change. suddenly, jake’s hitting that sweet spot within you—leaving you crying, whimpering for more.

“cum for me baby.” jake coos, lips on your neck once more.

your body arches, your vision goes blurry. jake curses, slamming himself one more time in you before collapsing against your chest. his cum spilt all inside your hole—leaking ever so slightly from your folds.

you feel his lips press against your collarbone, leaving gentle kisses. “i didn’t want her.” jake murmurs. “i’ve never wanted anyone else.”

you turn your head, your eyes going soft.

“i want you.” jake says, his voice raw and low. “i’ll keep proving it if i have to. every damn time.”

the next morning you’re in class, legs crossed too tightly, tapping your pen against your note book carelessly. you can barely focus, especially from the night you had. now you had to come back to school and act normal? as if your professor wasn’t balls deep in your pussy?

jake walks in, his sleeves rolled up, hair a bit messy, shirt button undone—leaving a view fit for your imagination. a smirk on his face as he sees you squirming under your desk, he walks up—whilst your classmates continue to communicate with each other.

“something wrong?” jake asks, casually kneeled down beside your desk. “you look distracted.”

your eyes snap, you internally snap.

“i can still see my marks on your thigh. sit still baby before everyone sees.” he teases, knowing after this lecture—you’d be bent over his desk, moaning for more.

[sleepy-little-stars]

so far, we are so close

synopsis: rafayel makes your wedding dress.

andy speaks: title is from "so close" by jon mclaughlin it's a song from the movie enchanted and i feel like it really fits rafmc ☹️ not sure if he's in character this is a word dump n a peace offering so raf comes home in early pity 🙏 i wanted to write smth in regards of the upcoming wedding banner 🥀 listen to the song for the whole experience 🫶 one of the og disney yearning songs ✊

“you know, the groom isn’t really allowed to see the bride’s dress.”

“why’s that?”

“it’s bad luck, they say.” you shrug, shoulders moving just the slightest to not disturb your fiancé in his element.

most common traditions forbid the groom from seeing the bride’s wedding dress before the ceremony. say it might bring bad luck, jinx the wedding, or even scare off the groom into running away before the vows are exchanged.

this tradition is meant to maintain the element of surprise—or maybe to make the groom die of curiosity, wondering what his gorgeous bride will be wearing. it’s up for debate.

“don’t be so tense. relax, it’s just me.” rafayel breathes out a few inches away from your ear. his hands are busy draping fabric over your body, securing each fold with a pin pushed through ever so gently, as if the idea of accidentally pricking you is offensive to him.

rafayel does not care for traditions, it seems. not only is he seeing you, but he’s helping make your dress. actually, not just helping—he’s making the dress from scratch. with his own hands. with all the stubborn grace he’s known for.

he spends sleepless nights sewing pearls onto the bodice by hand. you’ll wake up in the middle of the night, his side of the bed cold, only to find him in his studio, crouched like a shrimp over his desk. you’ll hesitate for a moment, not wanting to be a bother. but then you’ll find yourself waddling to his side, ushering him to bed like a siren luring sailors lost at sea.

he whines and complains, but it’s nothing serious. he never says you’re interrupting. he just lets the needle fall from his hand, leans back, and lets you pull him by the wrist until he's tucked under the covers with you. sometimes, he falls asleep instantly, passing out as soon as his head hits the silk-covered pillows. other times, he just watches as you drift off—his arm tight around your waist, his breath steady, as if anchoring himself to the present. to you.

the dress takes weeks. he redoes the hem of the skirt five times. he hums when it reaches your knees, groans when it’s too long and flowy, winces when it’s too tight around the thighs (he enjoys the view, even if for a bit). you tell him it’s perfect each time. he doesn't listen. he says you are perfect, but the dress needs to earn the right to be near you. to be worn by you.

and the night before the wedding, he asks you to try it on again. under the moonlight shining through his skylight, you look even more ethereal than usual. the dress shimmers, hundreds of pearls glimmering with every movement. rafayel realizes once more that waiting is always worth it if you’re the one standing at the end of the line.

his lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something. but he doesn’t.

because for once, rafayel is speechless.

the day after, during the wedding, when he sees you walking down the aisle, he’s breathless. he acts like it’s the first time he’s seeing you in the dress he made with his own hands. he’s in complete awe.

so far, he's walked through many lifetimes chasing after you, and losing you in the process.

so close, you now stand with only a breath between you.

and when you finally close that space—his hands warm, albeit trembling, against your cheeks, and his eyes shining with tears—he thinks:

throughout different timelines, maybe you were always destined to be his.

only this time, he was fortunate enough to be here with you—not just as your god, or your partner, but as your husband.

and you, finally, his wife.

[fredsters-world]

Draw Nine the twin bro in his onesie, pls pls pls 😭

They're all so cute, I love the idea.

Who am I to deny you some toddler Nine?

No text ver↓

[screampied]

VENOMIZED?! t. fushiguro

❤︎ sum. your ex-fiancé needs a favor from you — just one more, he swears! apparently, he’s got some weird “parasite” that for some reason is very attracted to your sweet, sweet scent..

wc. 9.2k

warnings. fem! reader, venom! toji, modern au, pre-established relationship, pining, some spoilers + movie references, reader's a doctor (allegedly), unprotected, venom's dialogue is in bold, venom's tendrils, long tongues, brief bj's, manhandling, getting pounded silly in venom’s suit, choking, size kinks, L bombs, cunnīlingus, twice the stamina, marathons, fīngering, riding toji ‘till he cries, venom's kinda unserious, dīck slipping, cęrvix mentions, spitting on it, bręeding, squīrting, tummy bulges.

an. i’m ovulating and rewatched all three venom movies hear me OUT-

“pussy.”

“venom, man- please.”

“what.”

furrowing your brows, you stared at toji, the man who you were originally supposed to marry just six months ago. in the flesh, he stands tall behind the door of your office with a sheepish expression. he looks tired, ruffled hair buried underneath a sideways baseball cap while wearing some dingy sweats. “are you talking to yourself?”

“eheh- well,” toji gruffs, darting lime eyes toward your teal scrubs. he’s missed you. to think if he hadn’t been stupid enough to snoop through your life foundation files to expose confidential information regarding their private business practices. his silly little mistake ended up getting you both fired, but fate loved playing in your face because you almost forgot that you were still toji’s doctor at your other job. clearing his scratchy throat, toji sighs. “i’m dyin’ here, doc. need a checkup.”

“she smells good.”

“yeah, she does smell good.”

“what?” you eyed toji, wondering just who the hell he was even talking to.

toji looks at you, scratching behind his neck. “ah- sorry,” and you notice how he’s a lot veinier than usual. toji did a quick scan around the spacious, empty doctor’s office before he slightly tilted his head down. “long story short, sugar, i got a … parasite.”

“PARASITE!?”

“parasite?” you repeated with a deadpan, grabbing your clipboard near your desk.

oh for the love of . .

you thought you’d never see toji again. letting off a sigh of your own, you pat the cerulean-blue hospital bed. “sit.”

hoarsely scoffing, toji makes his way toward the bed before flopping on it with a loud ‘oof.’ scratching his head, he turns toward you as he sees you writing something down—probably information regarding his chart. “so… how ya been?”

“toji, let’s just make sure you’re alright.”

“fine, fine,” he grumbles, getting smacked face first with the thick tension swarming the air that could be cut with a knife.

there was obvious tension between the two of you, and toji was still head over heels in love with you. in fact—he’s never stopped, and he regrets every day choosing his career over his relationship.

if he could start over, hell - he would.

the two of you had plans and everything after getting married. settle down, maybe move out of san francisco, maybe even live near the countryside. you both even had a brief small talk about children too, but seeing you again just reminded him of how much he screwed up.

“what’s . . the problem, exactly? you said you have a what- parasite?”

your sweet tone snaps him out of his thoughts and his droopy, grassy eyes flick down to meet your gaze. “oh- uh, yeah. you’re the only person i thought of comin’ to. last doctor, i went to called me crazy and uh … called a swat team…. ha.”

“ooookay…” you curl a brow inward, hoping the last part was just another one of his unfunny jokes. “and does this ‘parasite’ make you talk to yourself or is that just toji being toji?”

“she’s sassy.”

toji rolls his eyes, disregarding venom’s instigating comments in his head before shrugging. “sometimes. he’s annoying.”

“he?”

“my uh- parasite. he hates being called ‘it.’ goes by venom ‘n everything,” toji explains, his hands still buried deep into the pockets of his cottony sweats. as you glance up to get a good look at him, he’s sweating bullets—all from the sides of his forehead too. “oh, ‘m fine. ‘s just a bit hot in here.”

“the a/c’s on.”

“oh..” toji murmurs, slouching a bit on the bed. to say he’s feeling hot is an understatement. it’s like the more he stared at you, the more he started to feel the unsteady beats of his heart pick up.

ba-dump after ba-dump after ba-dump! and he could even start to hear each pulse through his ears, traveling through his veins.

toji clenches his tense jaw as he tries to listen to you. you’re rambling a bunch of medical terminology about checking his vitals and blood pressure and he’s replying with uninterested head nods.

oh fuck.

venom’s getting excited.

it’s probably been about five months since the little ‘incident’ occurred where he ended up getting venom.

long story short—toji was snooping around the headquarters of the life foundation where he found actual test subjects. not animals, not insects but people. live, living, and breathing people, and before he could even think of pulling out his phone to record the things he saw - bam!

one of the test subjects—a girl, sneaks up from behind and attacks toji.

little did he know that a ‘parasite’ that was once inside her ended up slipping inside of him. the parasite is known as ‘venom.’ to sum it all up toji was a perfect match, the perfect host.

“toji, are you even listening to me?”

“yeah, toji. our wife’s talking to us.”

“shut up.” he grumbles, shaking his head.

“excuse me?”

“not you- ah, fuck,” toji takes off his ball cap, running a hand through his greasy darkened strands.

he’s been so kept in his thoughts that he didn’t feel you checking his vitals and blood pressure which was oddly higher than a usual human.

toji sits on the sheet-covered bed, the blood pressure cuff still wrapped ‘round his beefy bicep before he sighs deeply again. “i don’t.. wanna waste yer time. i doubt you’ll find what’s wrong, er- medically. it’s … hah- hard to explain.”

as you switched the sphygmomanometer off, you concluded with toji’s chart for now before thinking for a moment. “well, if it’s internal and is causing you to behave strangely, maybe an MRI will help-”

“NO.”

toji grows sheepish again. “heh- no, no.. MRI.”

“and why not?”

“sound… uh- sound hurts him. him and me.”

dropping your shoulders with impatience, you tap your foot with a grumble. “look, toji, i’m really trying here but i’m not sure how else i can help you. i don’t even know what this ‘parasite’ thing even is.”

“it’s.. better if i show ya.”

right at his words, your brows raised. show you?

at that moment—question marks were popping up all through your brain, and you were the epitome of confusion. toji sighed, sitting up straight before glancing down at you. “don’t get scared, alright? i won’t hurt’cha, promise.”

“um, okay..” you murmur, crossing your arms as your wrist bristles against your doctor identification badge. the anticipation’s nearly killing you, and you remain quiet as you try to study toji’s next move.

“alright-” toji inhales deeply, and right before your very eyes - he’s changing forms.

he’s still wearing sweats, but within seconds, his body’s starting to get covered with black. it looks like some sort of dark villain suit. he’s waaaay bigger now, and his face’s just halfway covered. as you raise your head, you’re met with the face. the slit, blinking eyes. there’s large, curving eyes that longly curl further up near the back of his head and the teeth-

half of toji’s mouth was now replaced with probably dozens of sharp, honed teeth and an obnoxiously long tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth.

what ….

the ….

fuck.

“pretty little girl.”

the voice sounded far different than toji’s. it’s more pitchy and low, it's screaming with smoky bass and it nearly makes you shudder. toji - or whoever that was, did a quick walk around you and you’re silently gulping.

it’s venom now, and the more he’s in your presence, the more he’s getting a louder smell of your signature sweet scent.

so this is the girl toji’s been whining about non-stop. interesting.

“i- um.. take it you’re the parasite?”

you heard an annoyed growl leave from his mouth before he replies, cocking its head.

“watch it, now. it’s venom, sweet thing.”

“venom, poison, toxin- whatever.” you rolled your eyes, your slight fear subsiding. toji told venom how you were sassy but you, you were intriguing. you didn’t seem the least bit scared and he liked that.

as you took in his massive appearance though, he was just so big, towering over toji entirely even with his head tilted down. venom’s very burly, and you could just see him drooling from his lips from your peripherals. in a tiny frail voice, you murmured. “where’s toji? is he-”

“still here, unfortunately. he’s my shitty host-”

right on cue, they swap back and toji’s back in his body. he rubs behind his neck, looking down at your cute appalled expression. “heh- see?”

“toji, what the hell did i just see.”

“i don’t know- but look, he’s a part of me now and he’s hell-bent on makin’ my life a livin’ hell for as long as i’m alive,” toji let off an exhale. “i didn’t . . just come here for a checkup though.”

your eyes meet his and toji’s demeanor turns more serious now - he’s starting to sweat again, and raven bangs that slit down his forehead nearly shield his eyes. “i- i missed you, sugar. seriously.”

“toji-”

“no, listen,” he grumbles, slowly closing the awkward distance between the two of you. the room grew dead quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were from the outside of the hospital.

endless chatter and machines along with occasional beeps from the staticky hospital’s intercom. intently, you stare deep into his eyes and his hand softly goes on your cheek. toji’s patiently waiting - waiting for the moment for you to push his hand away, but you don’t.

instead, your body’s first response was to lean into his touch and you could see his eyes slowly widening as he continued to caress your cheek. he didn’t expect that.

“god, i- i’m so… horny-”

…..

“nice one. no wonder why you struggle to get laid.”

you blink thrice, staring at toji and oh- he’s starting to sweat even more. his eye seems to be twitching from venom’s insult and you’re wondering what’s going on through his brain - or who.

he’s not sitting on the bed anymore, he’s standing now, and again, toji towers over you completely.

if you squinted just enough, you’d see the dark bags indenting underneath his eyes. “you look .. really pretty today.”

“i’m wearing scrubs, toji.”

“idiot.”

toji grumbles, trying to disregard venom’s snarky side comments. “i know- i know, i just-” he pauses, his eyes trailing up and down your body. “wait- i think i know how you can help with my parasite.”

“how?”

“heh- do you uh- mind if we go back to your place? ‘m kinda starved-”

♡ ♡ ♡

“o- oh my.. god!” you’d squeal, yet another pretty primal ripping its way out of your throat. one minute, you’re having a heart-to-heart with your ex-fiancé and the next, his tongue’s swirlin’ left and right in between the cracks and crevices of your open thighs. you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t miss his tongue.

but fuck it.

you’re whimpering, swollen-glossed lips trembling as you’re hunched over your damn sofa. you’re bent over the arm of the couch as toji’s positioned behind you, using one hand to roughly grip the right cheek of your ass.

like always - he’s just nasty, sliding his tongue in and out of your syrupy cunt, savoring the candy-sweet taste. toji’s all in there—puckering his plump glossy lips as your hips refused to stay still on his tongue.

“hngh- sweeter than ever for me, pretty hah- mama,” toji groans, feeling you writhe again at the shuddering response your body gives him.

leisurely, his scarred lips tickle their way against the outer part of your pussy and you’re already fighting back fat tears. tears of straight pleasure, and he could hear those sweet ‘lil sobs getting caught in the back of your throat every time.

“fuck- dreamt ‘bout tastin’ you again for so long,” and as you’re continuing to fill the room with your repeated, wailing whimpers, toji brings a sticky, wet kiss to your labia that’s just constantly twitching. “mhm, i missed you too, wet girl.”

“ngh- toji,” a soft, gasping moan snatches away from your lungs as your thighs gradually grow shaky. you’re unstable—struggling desperately to cling onto the armrest of the sofa. toji’s tongue was just brutal - its pace was simply relentless, barely giving you any time to get out a single breath.

“fuck- fuuuuck,” and your chest dips inward, hearing that familiar slosh sound sob from between your legs. your tummy nearly does flips, cartwheels, and somersaults, feeling that thick, big stretch of one of toji’s fingers trying to insert its way inside you.

immediately, you’re clamping around him, presenting his stocky fat middle finger with your dripping, slick warmth. you heard a cooing, husky ‘ooooh’ rumble away from toji’s throat as he stared in awe.

“your fingers are sooo- fuck-” you’re cut off by his tongue that’s wetly slurping against your pussy. it’s so loud too, a carnal sound you’d probably never get used to.

toji’s a sloppy man - proud ‘n entirely unashamed, especially when it came to you.

his long, ravened lashes were closed the entire time whilst he was trying to barrel thick fingers inside of your drooling core. you’re just so wet, dampening his fingers within each overwhelming inch that sinks inside your pussy. “baby-” he breathily rasps, hearing the hurried huffs depart from your throat once he starts scissoring his digits inside of you. his fingertips were even bigger, and your toes were just pathetically curling up.

“toji, i want a taste too.”

toji grumbles, nearly forgetting about venom’s presence. already - you had a good portion of his chin dripping with your essence. as toji’s starting to create a decent, sloppy thrusting pace of his fingers, he spits on your clit.

“don’t be greedy. besides my tongue’s longer.”

“fine.” toji rolls his eyes, glancing at the glittery glob of spit that’s straightly cascading down the slit of your cunt.

venom did have a point though -

he could stretch it out to be several feet long. toji’s fingers continued to loudly thrust in and out of your sobbing, wet cunt before he nibbles against your nub. “mmch- sugar, can i try somethin’ with my tongue?”

“o.. okaay-” your voice cutely cracks, and you’re already starting to feel the irregular beats of your heart pick up at a much more frantic speed.

“hah- i’ll have ‘ta take my fingers out for it. might stretch you a bit,” and right as he says that you hear the drenched ‘pop’ sound splash away from between your trembly legs.

you’re damn near hysterical - temporarily pouting once you’re clenching around nothing but air once he pulls his fingers out.

down to his rounded, pointy knuckles — both fat fingers were glossed from top to bottom with streams of your gluey slick.

you heard a ‘whoosh’ from behind you, and your eyes slightly bulged once you felt a bit of drool splatter onto your back. you’re completely bare, and the only thing you currently had on was panties that toji lazily shoved to the side with his teeth earlier.

“bend.”

it’s venom’s voice this time, and the bass gruffly screaming in his tone had you already arching up. you whined, still feeling him shamelessly drooling on your bare backside.

you could hear him snarling quietly, hearing the slopping sound of his tongue rolling straight out of his hanging maw. curled, white eyes stare at your pretty pussy just on display, and venom’s tongue stretched out even farther.

“eyes… lungs… pancreas…” his venomous, deep voice bellows after each word that leaves his dropping, wet lips. the chiseled, sharp teeth that decorated the inside of venom’s mouth were just so shiny.

you felt yourself throbbing at every second he spent widely staring at your body, admiring your nude physique.

large, blinking eyes finally flicker down between your thighs and you moan once he hungrily licks his long tongue across his salivating lips. once he teasingly brings the tip of his tongue to lick between the wet crevice of your leg, you whimpered as he finished his sentence. “—pussy.”

“o- oh.. my goood-” you’d croak, eyes instantly rolling back once the slimy tip of his tongue slaps its way against your hole.

slooowly, it slithers its way down until it reaches your opening. it was so long, the tip already reaching near your navel within half a second. it’s just huuuge, longer than toji’s tongue by a mile. he’s just as ruthless too, dipping his way inside of your inviting cunt without muttering a single word.

you’re holding onto the edge of the couch for dear life, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as his tongue sloppily flops its way in and out of your throbbing pussy. venom’s a tease too, and every few seconds he’d purposely stretch the tip of his tongue even longer just to hear those pretty cries of yours pitch higher.

“uuugh.. s- so long, fuck-” you’d whine, gasping once you felt his flicking tongue occasionally slap against the sprawled arc of your thighs. unapologetically, venom creates a slimy, wet trail and he’s just straight-up licking you everywhere.

he’s not only licking your pussy, he’s gliding his tongue down your legs, around your legs, and of course -

he tends attention to his new favorite spot, your hole.

every time he’d lave the reddened, curly tip of his tongue at that particular spot - you’d let off the prettiest squeal. your eyes nearly popped out of their poor sockets as you’re left a stammering, babbling mess. messily, he swirls his extended tongue around your puckering hole before slithering it back down between the puffed folds of your pussy.

“ ‘m not.. hah- not gonna last, toji-”

venom scoffs, but he could feel toji trying to take over. as you remained awkwardly hunched over the fluffy armrest of your sofa, you just couldn’t get over how long venom’s tongue was.

just thinking about how many feet it was had you fluttering, and not just the kind of fluttering that occurs inside your stomach.

it’s wet, dripping everywhere down your legs as it continues to glissade up, down, ‘n around. you were impatiently spasming on his tongue the entire time as you were still arched over, chasing each incoming breath until your release decided to present itself.

venom’s tongue was widely thick too, and it just couldn’t help but roll its way against the bare left cheek of your ass. you’re practically gasping for air at this point, on the verge of collapsing from the length of his tongue before he delves it in wholly.

“fuck- fuuuuck-” you’d squeak, drool moistly seeping from each corner of your lips.

steamy, hot breath tickles against your thigh as his tongue continued to drag its way through your sloppy cunt. every smacking slosh that you heard from between your yelping legs only grew louder, and you’re just gnawing on the bars of your fuckin’ enclosure.

you’re starting to cutely crawl forward, at least you’re trying to, but you gasp—feeling one of venom’s long black tendrils curl its way around your torso.

“stay, girl.”

you’re moaning, eyes bulging wider once the tip of his tongue occasionally reaches near your pulsating g-spot. he’s so sloppy with it too, purposely diving his tongue at that same spot to make you cross-eyed.

your sweet melodic ‘ooooh’ ‘s only pitched higher, and as his tongue continued to thrust in and out of your throbbing cunt, you felt his tendril delicately caressing down your skin. “ ‘m gonna cummm-” you’d whine out, feeling the pathetic surrendering quake of your legs.

his tongue was just sooo vast ‘n wide - thickly stretching inside of your cunt before flicking the tip of his flat tongue all against your drenched, wet thighs.

within a blink of an eye, you hear a ‘swoof’ sound and toji ends up switching back to his original form. your kaleidoscope-like vision had you seeing bleary white splotches of pleasure. as each lively vein and axon located in your body gets harshly interrupted with a euphoric wave of elation, your high’s finally making its longly awaited appearance.

venom’s tongue which is now toji’s tongue shrinks a bit, and the entire time—you feel it all inside of you. pulse after pulse after pulse . .

the scar that slit down the right side of his lip smeared against your pussy as he takes one big sluuuuurp.

toji groans, grabbing ahold of your rickety thighs before snickering lowly. “c’mon, pretty girl. give it t ‘me. hah- ‘m so thirsty,” he murmurs against your folds, his lips wetly gluing together with the help of your slick cascading down his stubbled chin.

you’re just shaking - your jaw dropped with your toes cutely curled together. toji softly slides another finger inside you and this time, it's his index finger.

your lips spread wide - parting into a cute, surprised ‘o’ once you feel a brief cold band of what feels like a ring. it’s his engagement ring, and after all this time he still wore it.

“f- fuck, tojiiiii-” you’d sob out, furrowed brows contorting as he’s trying to slide in each thick inch of his digit.

you’re drooling, and not just from your mouth.

“never .. hngh- stopped lovin’ you, sweetheart,” toji grumbles, a smoky groan ripping out of his throat once he feels his dick twitching in his sweats.

toji’s hard too, and you could even hear him let off a soft raspy whine once he started to roll his hips against the cushioned couch. “fuuuck- gonna make me cum too, ugh-”

the wet silver band of his engagement ring tickles against the inside of your core, and as he repeatedly pistons his thick digit in and out of your pussy, he kept flicking his tongue at the same time.

you’re shivering, feeling your hips dramatically stutter before the coil buried deep in your fluttering tummy finally snaps.

“fu- fuck!” you’d squall out a pretty near battle cry, purring off little shaky ‘ah’ ‘s once you hear his final, repeating slurps.

toji’s free hand already snuck underneath his sweats, and he was angrily pumping his veiny cock that hid underneath his boxers.

the white stripes of his underwear had ‘lethal protector’ decorated around the upper strip of his boxers in bold white and purple — (venom’s idea of course)

as toji’s kiss-stung lips practically glued against your pulsating clit, he drinks all of your slick juices. the top row of his teeth playfully snags against your nub as his long, dark lashes flutter shut.

but as you’re creaming on his tongue, toji grunts loudly.

his bare shaft that’s hugged around his palm ends up releasing too from the tip, and he grumbles, feeling the inside of his stomach frantically tighten.

toji ends up cumming merely nanoseconds after you, and white splotches end up spraying over his stomach and on the burgundy cushion below you both.

“hah- fuck,” toji growls through honed, gritted teeth. he’s drenched with sweat, and he’s letting off guttural moans against your sweet cunt as his animalistic hips humped against the sofa. “made a fuckin’ mess outta me, pretty girl. just like . . ya always do-”

as you’re still getting over your own teeth-shatter release, you end up sitting up. toji brings his slick-covered ring finger towards his scarred lips, giving it a teasing ‘lil suck before humming in content. “my wife’s always had the sweetest taste.”

“ex-fiancée.” you corrected him, still feeling your thighs quake.

“oh, boo. same thing, sweetheart,” toji pants, and he saw how your eyes immediately dropped further down.

it starts near his chest. toji’s chest was puffed out, and fuck was he buff. his arms were oh-so swole, and your gaze was entirely stuck to his body as he started to take off his sweater.

after that - came his tank top.

it’s dingy, a dirty color of white and you could even see a few curly black strands of chest hair poke near the center part.

as you were openly gawking - you didn’t even realize you were crawling closer and closer toward him..

this probably wasn’t a good idea.

you’d probably regret this tomorrow.

but, again - fuck it.

one more last time with your ex-fiance couldn’t hurt that bad, right . . ?

“heh- come closer,” toji sits manspread, sprawling his beefy vein-covered arms over the edge of your sofa. “i don’t bite but venom might.”

“shut up-” you mumbled, and toji inhaled a sharp breath at the familiar feeling of your touch.

as always - you’re just so gentle, tenderly tender with one of your palms wrapping over his sensitive erect length. it’s like he grew the last time you saw him, and from all the tannish-pink sides, it was overwhelmed with veins.

prodding, lightning-shaped veins.

toji’s rounded tip was a pretty color of pink with splotches of glittery white where a few remnants of cum remained.

grunting—toji’s eyes briefly flap shut and you could see the core muscles in his stomach tightly flexing. a single vein throbs down the left side of his shaft as he feels your tongue flick against his frenulum.

speaking of - his poor, rosy-colored cockhead’s just tearing with glossy globules of pre-cum. you swirl your tongue around, hearing each low growling ‘o- oh fuck,’ leave from toji’s scarred lips.

if it was anything he missed more than you, it was your mouth. you always knew how to wrap your lips around his cock. ardently, toji bites his lip before he sees you reaching between your legs.

humming, he raises a brow as your hot throat starts to finally lower itself against his weighty cock. “mngh- poor baby. need a hand?”

“ ‘m fine,” you grumbled through full lips, almost remembering just how big toji’s dick really was.

seconds later and your lips were feeling tender just from the subtle gaping stretching it created. you’re letting off a symphony of muffled moans left and right as you’re trying to get his mushroomy tip to hit the roof of your mouth. as toji ogles at your bobbling head, he playfully pinches your nose.

“fuck- thaaat’s it, breathe.” he released the grip from your nostrils, hearing a faint noise of a gag.

he was just so thick, and your fingers weren’t helping your impatient fervor at all. you weren’t just throbbing anymore from between your legs you were twitching too.

a lustrous strand of saliva dribbles from the corner of your lips as you moan again - pretty, bleary eyes glancing back up at toji before you huff. with a sloppy, wet ‘pop!’ noise, your drooling lips left his veiny cock.

“hm?” toji lets out a smoky exhale, a wide palm still softly placed on top of your head. he sees the needy little pout gradually spreading against your face before he smears his fat tip against your lips. “impatient, wifey?”

“toji-” you grumbled, not even caring anymore. your body knew all too well what it wanted. “just fuck me.”

you wanted him - maybe even needed him.

toji knew what you wanted too, and god- you just wanted to wipe the smirk right off his face.

it’s like he could read you like a book. after saying just his name though—you let off another gasp once he suddenly lifts you.

“hah- well then. upsie’ fuckin daisey, girl. i gotcha.”

strenuous, hefty arms carry you as he’s stomping down your hallway. emerald-green eyes occasionally leer at the few hung paintings and wall decorations that are displayed on your wall.

of course, toji knew where your bedroom was because that’s exactly where he was taking you.

never before had your jaw dropped wider.

once toji’s aligning his blushing, plump tip against your already sobbing pussy you knew it was game over. toji had you in one of his favorite positions - prone bone.

almost like before, your face was down with your pretty, wriggling ass raised. a long, rectangular mirror was propped up in front of you and toji was just silently drinking in every lewd expression that contorted against your face.

his sweats - his boxers, everything seemed to disappear and all he wore was that same black suit with a carved ‘spider’ looking symbol on his chest.

“mhm- look at how wet she is for me, fuck-” toji grumbles, carnally admiring how your clit was just fluttering with a jumble of aroused pulses.

“you mean us.”

“us, right.” toji rolls his eyes at venom’s remark, forgetting how you couldn’t hear him at all.

you were just drenched, and as he ran a swollen thumb down your slivering slit, he hummed.

if he squinted just enough, your pussy would’ve easily resembled a flower - so so pretty.

toji groans, and you hear a bit of a faint whoosh sound.

right before your eyes as you’re arched over, you watched how he was now wearing all black. like from before — it was the suit, the suit whenever he transformed into venom but toji was still there.

ruffled, black strands nearly blocked both of his eyes before he damply smacks his mushroomy tip against your weeping cunt.

“ngh- toji, don’t tease me-”

“patience, sweetheart-” he grumbles through gritted teeth, and your lips part into an even wider ‘o’ once he’s sliding the head of his cock back and forth against your puffed folds.

your thighs were eagerly trembling - direly waiting for him to just go inside.

toji’s cock was so ridiculously fat - each slap against your pussy with just his tip alone had you dizzy. the minuscule, sizzling buds in your mouth made the entirety of your tongue water as you were just babbling those same whimpers.

“dunno who’s louder.” he licks his lips, still tasting remnants of your cloyingly sweet juices on his tongue. as he’s still toying with you, you moaned once you heard that familiar welcoming squeeelch.

toji’s starting to ease his way inside - already creating a huge, gaping stretch with just his tip alone.

the sweet ‘o- oh shit’ that pours from your syrupy lips was mere music to his ears. tenderly, a hand wraps around your throat from behind, making you look at yourself through the mirror.

his shadow alone, you saw it - venom’s eerily presence, his silhouette shadowing behind toji, and he was even bigger. you gulped, feeling your tummy take a few resists and turns as he’s still trying to make his way inside.

“make her arch more.”

toji brings a hand toward your back, gently pressing down to make you sit upright. he’s just so big, and your brows were already compressing and curling all from his thick size.

he was barely even a few inches in and yet it felt like he was stuffing you to the brim. unsteady, wobbly arms remained pierced into the cushioned mattress as you could just feel toji’s cunning grin from behind you.

“fuck- so fuckin’ big, tojiii-”

“nice ‘n big just for you, wifey,” he purrs, and you’re whimpering once he rubs the frigid band of his wedding ring against your pussy again. the sloshes started to grow more wet after each barreling stretch, and you’re just gasping for air at this point. “c’mon big girl, let's make it fit like old times. gimme that pretty biiiig stretch- fuck.”

toji’s halfway in when he groans, feeling your heart-shaped insides instinctively clench around him. it’s almost cute, and he’s leaning against your ass to where his weight’s just hovering on top of you. the same hand that was holding onto your throat softens its grip, and he gives you a teasing kiss on the side of your mouth.

as your neck raised a little, you tried to wiggle your hips. fuck, you tried something, anything so he could just move.

toji lowly chortles at your cute agitation before gifting the right cheek of your ass with a rude spank.

“ohhh, what’s all this? want me to move, yeah?”

“pleaseplease-”

your words were a soft-spoken mumble, and toji’s just about all the way in now. after he’s bottomed out, his cock stiffens inside of you as you tried to writhe against his hips.

your dripping cunt was still as loud as ever, squelching with numerous pretty sloshing sounds. kissing near the back of your neck, toji whispers hoarsely, “heh- shame, y’er pussy’s speakin’ up for you, pretty mama. but i need ‘ta hear you,” and you moaned, eyes nearly rolling back at the sheer warmth of toji’s chiseled frame laid flat against your flesh. “please what?”

“f- fuuuck me, toji. please- just fuck me.”

within every swallowing inch—you felt toji’s thick, heavy cock trying to squeeze itself in. you’re whimpering, staring ahead with bleary, lust-like eyes as he’s taking you from behind.

he’s so obnoxiously big, but from the inside, he was even bigger.

his sharpened pelvis presents one thrust to you - just a single, vigorous thrust and you feel like you are gonna break.

fall over like you were just some fragile, porcelain doll on the verge of shattering into smithereens. all because of his damn hips. “ugh-” toji grumbles, a small hiss leaving his lips at the sticky contact your sharply slapping ass makes against his lower half.

“i wanna taste her more.”

“knock y’erself out, pal.” toji huffs at another one of venom’s whines, sucking his teeth at how your insides just clamped around him.

your half-open eyes were just wandering everywhere with white flickering through your sockets as your mouth remained agape. the crown of his cock reaches a deep, deep, deep area, and the thing that made you whine was feeling venom’s long tongue.

again.

it’s slick ‘n sticky, slithering out of his dropped jaw as the wet tip licks down the path of your arched spine. he feels you shiver, and toji groans as he’s still ruthlessly pounding you into the creeping mattress. your mind still couldn’t wrap around how abnormally loooong venom’s tongue was, it was so long that he could curl it around your waist if he wanted.

“good .. girl.”

you couldn’t hear him—but you felt his presence, his eerie presence behind you as toji’s heavy weight leans riiiight up against your ass.

your slick was dripping down his cock as he was sloppily sliding his way in and out, each papping sound of thighs causing your ears to ring like bells. fuzzed cotton stuffs your ears as you’re even starting to drool yourself, clawing at the sheets as toji’s fucking you senseless.

“hah- such a pretty girl, that’s it- fuck-” he groans, biting his tongue once he’s met with the sticky sensation of your cunt noisily slapping back against his sharpened pelvis.

hit after hit after hit - and you could just about taste every beat of your heart. his hips were mean, just slamming into you after each filth of a millisecond.

delicately - toji’s thumb caresses the middle part of your throat before he makes you meet his dirty gaze in the mirror. “look,” he huskily purrs, slowing his thrusts down purposely to match your delayed, drawn-out pants.

you shuddered underneath him—moaning once you felt the tip of venom’s tongue snake its way around your trembling thighs. though bleary, droopy eyes and a tongue fully lolled out of your spit-glittery lips, you glanced at yourself in the mirror.

the image of yourself being rammed from behind by toji in his jet-black ‘venom’ whatever you'd call it suit would now constantly be etched in your brain.

as toji’s behind you, his other hand brings your waist up for a better angle. you whined, feeling a bit of his chest hair softly tickle against your spine as he grinds against your ass. he’s thick inside, molding your clammy insides after every primal, eye-rolling thrust.

“there she is, heyy sweetheart,” and his voice drops. it’s a low, guttural low with the right amount of breath that makes you shamefully throb. leaning in, toji playfully licks the side of your cheek before whispering airily. “what happened to all that attitude earlier, hm?”

“ngh, fuck you-” you moaned, gasping once you felt venom’s tendril crawl its way between your legs. it’s so slimy, creating glossy trails of wetness against your already wet thighs before it wraps around one of your legs.

“no, fuck you.” toji grumbles, creating an invisible trail of kisses down your neck.

“make me c- cum then.” you tried to talk back but you’re instantly silenced by the feeling of toji’s heavy, fat cock dipping near your g-spot.

the ridges of his cock that’s got more of a lean curve were enough to have you collapse right there. he’s hitting you good from the inside, massaging through your clingy walls as the two of you both grunt in carnal unison. “oh! fuuuck- fuck, right there, hngh-”

toji brings a hand over your mouth—a palm that muffles your reoccurring whines ‘n whimpers before he hits that same spot again..

he treats your cute ‘lil g-spot like a target, his accuracy is precise every single time. your legs quavered as he felt you twitching - so so close that your orgasm was just like the edge of your strawberry-colored tongue.

“yeah, right - fuuuckin’, there?” and even toji’s voice was starting to tremble.

he’s just about there too - the more he’s whacking his achingly, swollen tip against your tender spot the more he’s feeling his base start to grow more and more full.

you’re whimpering, the syrupy taste of your saliva pouring past the cracks of your lips whilst gluing against his palm. venom’s ravened tendrils remained curled around your thighs too, a tight enough grip to where the hold wouldn't loosen so easily.

“there, toji- pleaaaase,” you’re damn near begging now, sweet pretty pleads of mercy sliding from your lips as the bed groans in the background. he’s deep, massaging your walls as your pussy relaxed squelch after sobbing squelch.

toji’s tip was a blushing, hot red - and each time he pistons his hips, he delves his way even further against your pretty g-spot.

stringently, it prods prods prods until it just can’t anymore and you’re left with your jaw goofily hung open, agape and all as you’re staring at the cross-eyed expression that’s mirrored right in front of you.

your reflection was practically mocking you it seemed, and once you came on his cock again, you let out the most harmonic squeal.

“mhn- there we go, sugar. sloooow, hah- nice ‘n slow, fuck-” his voice pitches hoarsely as he’s gripping both of your swerving hips. as your back’s still laid flat against the plump sheets of your mattress—toji flops right against you.

he’s just close - so so close that you felt the smooth, latex-like material of his suit grind against your skin.

his abs - so naturally sharped and carved, every single row of his chiseled pecs rubbed against your sweat-glossed back and you’re just whimpering out those same pretty babbles for more more more..

with a black quirked brow, toji grunts in your ear whilst venom’s tendrils mindlessly wrap around your waist.

tenderly, his scarred, callused lift your hips just a bit more to get a deeper angle - and fuck, that’s when toji’s just about at his inevitable peak too.

“hngh- cum . . cum insiiide-” you whined, sheeny pouty lips of yours curving into a disappointed frown once you hear and feel the wet, sloppy pop. heavy, ragged breaths collided down your spine as you felt toji’s rough chest lay flat against your back.

his shaft slipped out of you, and you couldn’t help the small ‘lil moan that pried its way from your raw chords. you’re clenching around nothing now, and you even tried to sneak a hand down between your legs.

with a soft whack - you pull your hand back, feeling the brief millisecond feeling of venom’s tendril giving your impatient hand a tiny spank.

“silly little woman.”

“our wife’s always been impatient,” toji snickers lowly, wrapping his palm around his veiny, thick cock. he takes two deep breaths before plap after plap, and he’s just smacking his mushroomy tip against your slobbering cunt.

again.

“toji, tojiiiii-” you’d moan at the occasional tender stings from each playful hit. his tip’s so perfectly round ‘n plump, just gifting your pretty pussy with various hits. “breed me, fuuuck- don’t miss, pleaseplease-”

in his head, he’s counting each sloppy slap of his creamy tip tapping against your folds. he could just hear the sheer neediness in your voice, and that’s when toji starts to align himself again.

you’re throbbing ridiculously - muttering out faint, inaudible whimpers of ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ ‘s as he’s sliding his ruby-red crownhead up and down the drooling slope of your pussy.

“mhm, needy ‘lil thing. can’t go a second without throbbing,” toji groans, watching as your right thigh starts to twitch. as his ripped abdomen presses further into yours, he brings a wet kiss toward your left shoulder blade. “ ‘s that what you really want, sweetheart? for me to finish ins- oh, fuck.”

with a sharp, three-second hiss - toji feels his hips shudder. it’s a warning, a warning that he was about to erupt and fuck, you felt every prominent vein on his ramming cock pulse through your core.

vehemently, his rhythm turns from sprightly to sloppy within seconds and he’s raising your leg slightly. “ ‘m cumming, sugar. better.. hah- pussy better swallow it all like a good girl, ugh-”

with your squished chin resting on top of your arm, you stared at the lewd reflected image of yourself and toji through the mirror that hung across the two of you.

like a madman - he’s drilling into your very being with venom’s dark silhouette hovering over you both.

he’s reaching such deep, tender areas and you’re whimpering after each slapping thrust.

“toji- uuuh- toji, mgh-” you’d whimper, his hits against your ass with his pelvis being so vicious that you could almost taste it.

it’s so powerful - each direct hit that he flawlessly slams into with his cock has your cute, dilated pupils spiraling into permanent cartoony circles. with the help of venom, toji ends up stretching his dick just a few more inches inside of you, and your mouth drops.

his tip swirls its way around your gripping pussy before it’s finally coming to its risqué end.

you’re laid flat on your mattress as nothing but a tiny, inaudible gasp-like ‘fuck’ drags its way from your lips. toji’s cock that stretch stretch stretched just a little bit more ended up gifting the lower part of your tummy with a protruding bump.

he finishes in the rawest, lecherous manner, flooding every corner ‘n crevice of your gripping walls with syrupy, white cum. your thighs that glued together perfectly were greeted with a few welcoming dewdrops of toji’s slick mess. rough, callused fingertips ran ahold of your waist and you could feel him writhing behind you.

hooded, olive eyes zero down your body, and the natural sheet of sweat that decorated a path down your arched back.

god.

“heh- that’s my gi-”

“we aren’t finished,” you uttered, grabbing toji’s bulky shoulders and lightly shoving him on his back. with a surprised yet amused ‘uuf’ he lands as his half-opened eyes stare at the dripping, creamy mess streaming from between your legs. “lie back.”

venom, being toji’s conscious once more, snickers at your audacity as he watches the scene of you straddling his host.

“tojo buddy, if you won’t re-marry her, i will.”

“dude, i told you, it’s toji, and shut the hell u- fuuuck.”

♡ ♡ ♡

position after position after position and you gave toji an absolute run for his money. he didn’t expect at all for you to have as much stamina competing with him and venom combined. you even lost count of how many mind-boggling, eye-rolling, tear-jerking orgasms you’ve got snatched out of you. it’s probably been hours, and you and toji were merely both at your inevitable limits.

he’s stuffed you full with sooo many seconds and thirds and fourths and even fifths of sweltering cum that you felt like you were about to burst.

toji’s entirely milked out - or at least, he thinks he is, and now, you’re straddling him.

you’re straddling him, but from behind.

with lazy, droopy eyes, toji slides the tip of his tongue across the seam of his scarred lips as he watches you move. “mhm, gonna go reverse on me, yeah pretty girl?” he huffs, already feeling the slickly torrid mess stick against his thighs.

you’re reaaaal slow - a torturous type of slow that nearly does toji’s head in. he’s peering at your ass moving, but you’re not bouncing.

you’re not bouncing because he and you both knew that not only were you close again but he was too.

toji’s entire body felt hot, preparing lava. the humid, scorching temperature sizzles and arises after each bestial-like slam of your hips and he grunts. “god, y’er a… hah- little brat, arentcha.”

“aw, do you need a break, toji?”

“yes he does-” venom tried to chime in.

“no- no, i don’t,” toji breathes gruffly, beads and beads of sweat tearing down each side of his face. his hair’s all ruffled and unkempt, black strands nearly blocking his vision as his thick neck tosses itself back. “atta girl, ride it then. ride it like it’s fuckin’ yours, baby.”

slap one - and you moaned, hearing and feeling toji’s harsh palm swat against your right left ass cheek.

slap two - and you gasped, his hand smacking against the right.

and the third and final slap - it’s from venom, and one of his tendrils that sloppily slides from between your thighs noisily slaps against your already full, cum-dripping pussy.

toji’s jaw significantly tightens as he just watches in awe, silently gawking at the familiar sight he’s always loved seeing — his pretty ‘lil wife straddling him, he’s missed it, he’s missed you.

“fuck-” you held in a whine by giving the flat of your tongue a soft nibbles.

his cock from all girthy sides was just so fat, and the curve that stretches through your core every time you spring back down against his lap drives you both up the first street of insanity.

this reversing angle—it’s so intimate, and it’s always been one of toji’s weaknesses.

as you’re winding your hips ‘round in a hypnotic, perfect figure eight, venom’s just nagging all in toji’s ear.

the symbiote’s bored, and by the second he’s only getting more and more aroused. with a low grumble, toji told him to just wait then he’d get his turn. hopefully.

you almost did forget about the whole ‘parasite’ thing, but who were you to complain, let alone ask questions?

your legs sprawled nice and wide, and you’re nearly squatting as your cunt continued to swallow every inch of his cock. it’s so wide too, deeply prodding inside ‘till it reaches that pretty cervix of yours.

the curly, black hairs that stuck beneath toji’s slick-covered shaft tickled you, and you’re just panting continuously like a greyhound.

“sugar, fuck- bring those hips back to me like that, mhm. right there, right fuckin’ there . . please-”

please.

oh, he’s begging.

as you maintained a secure grip on his shaky knees with your hands, you heard the wanton tremor in toji’s voice.

by now, he’s reclined allll the way back against your plush pillows with his legs feeling like complete mush. fuck, you’ve probably rode him to death, because he could barely hold onto your hips anymore.

“toji… hah- cum with me, baby-” you mumbled, feeling his clammy fingertips slither down the sides of your waist.

like a wooden chair—you’re just rocking and rocking, not even minding the constant grunts and bellowing groans of your outdated boxspring that sits beneath your mattress.

it’s just so slick - your pussy, it’s sliding up ‘n down toji’s cock and he heard every clamoring, wet splat. he’s just almost mesmerized at how well you knew how to take him every time. his mouth’s as dry as it’s ever been, and you’re starting to feel that oh-so-familiar fluttering pool of butterflies stir in the lower pits of your tummy.

“heh, you called me baby-”

“shut up.”

“make m- ngh-”

blinking thrice, toji grunts once he feels your hand wrap around his neck. you’re still facing forward—riding him in reverse with your arm extended from behind you.

his neck was just so thick that you could barely bring all five fingers to squeeze his neck. “cute-” toji slyly titters, but his brattiness fatally comes to an end once he’s starting to feel his dick twitch.

his body - it’s rumbling, and your cunt’s pulsing increases after each slapping thrust. the stimulation always knew how to make your head spin, and for a second, it just felt like time indefinitely paused.

torrid, cloud breaths draw away straight from toji’s puffed-out chest and he groans. he’s riiight there, he’s right there and he could feel his creamy tip that’s messily poking around your insides trying to cling around your warmth.

as you’re just vigorously slapping your ass against his lap now, he’s left speechless.

“o- oh, oh sugar- your fuckin’ hips, yeahyeaaah-” and he’s whimpering now, long black lashes sticking together with what appears to be tears.

toji’s holding onto your rotating waist tightly, breathing through his nose as he hears each popping slosh of your cunt preparing to wring him dry for the nth time.

“toji, something’s about to-” you’d blurt, pausing mid-sentence, keeping both hands on his knees. toji’s tearing up at the sloppy, vicious strings of cum that threatens to depart from both pairs of slapping thighs that slap louder after each violent pound.

his dick’s all red ‘n swollen, from top to bottom as it’s covered with veins that paint the shriveling sides. your legs were about to give out at any second and so was his.

toji’s tip which was oh-so round ends up massaging your tightening walls perfectly, smothering your sensitive g-spot with a plethora of sweet french kisses.

“ah-” you squeal, your eyes widening as you’re coming to your end again. your throat - it feels so hot, so parched and you’re just gradually being led to your release. the adequate force of your brutal, tossing hips makes toji’s leafy irises reel further back.

glittery, wet lashes stick together piercing both pads of thumbprints into your ridden flesh — and oh, he’s cumming for what’s probably the umpteenth time now.

you both succumb to pleasure and you’re each hit with rippling waves and waves of swelling pleasure. finally, your legs end up collapsing and your jaw’s left goofily hanging.

you end up gushing, clenching internally as your labored breaths get tangled in your full lungs. it’s so wet, and as toji’s cock remained buried idly past the taut ring of your entrance, he’s pouring yet another milky wad of cum inside of you. it’s thick and smooth like honey, stickily melting inside of you like butter.

“mhm, f.. fuck-” you kissed your teeth, hearing toji’s heavy, defeated breaths exhale from behind you.

the air in the room felt so intoxicating - cloudy. as you sat still on his lap with his leaking cock still lodged inside of you, that same aroma of pure filth and intimacy smacks your nostrils right in the face.

its citrusy with a hint of sweetness, and your thighs couldn’t help but shudder above his.

“good girl, heh- think ya cured me just f- fine.” toji hoarsely murmurs, taking every few seconds to breathe.

two rough hands gingerly raise your hips, widely peering at the frothy, white ring that coats around his tan base. pearly, clear slick of your own mess stuck against your thighs as you let off muffled moans.

everything felt so tender - and in every millisecond that passed, you felt all ropes of toji’s cum plug you to the very fullest. “c’mere, girl-” he groggily murmured, and you gasped, feeling one of venom’s tendrils wrap around your waist.

with a swift movement — you’re pulled closer, breaking the distance between the two of you. toji smashes his scarred lips against yours, slipping off occasional husky whimpers in your mouth as he felt your fingers wrap around his flaccid cock. his whines pitch higher, and your thumb runs down a prodding vein that twitches from your touch.

it’s an intense, breath-snatching kiss that leaves you both gasping for air after each smack of departure from lips. as you moaned in his mouth, you could still taste remnants of your treacly arousal on his tongue.

“i love-” he whispers between kisses, and you slide out a whine once you feel venom’s tendrils swirl around your waist.

heartbeats pulsed rapidly, matching tempos of each other as your tongue disappeared inside toji’s mouth.he grunts, bringing his crimson kiss-bitten lips toward the crack of your jaw as your mouth remains agape.

“-you. s ‘much, f- fuck, you sure know how to milk me, sugar. reminds me of our . . hah- honeymoon.”

“just . . stop talking,” you roll your eyes—still feeling the after-effects of your body’s sensitive convulsions. you still felt so stuffed, still feeling the gooey remnants of cum trickle out of your dewy pussy. as toji’s eyes remained hooded and drooped, he flashes you that same smug grin. “i still- love you too-”

“there’s my girl,” toji huskily whispers against your lips, circling a thumb over the line that curves above the top of your mouth. you moaned, watching as he brought your hand up to his before kissing it -

repeatedly, before he brought your empty ring finger up toward his lips and kissed it. “mwah,” and you felt your pulse pick up before feeling toji’s broad arms pick you up. “up and at ‘em, wifey.”

but once you’re positioned to lay flat on your back, that’s when venom switches with toji again. you’re met with the same overly tall, massive ‘parasite’ with a dozen rows of whetted, white teeth.

venom slowly opens his jaw — showcasing his long, dripping pink tongue that dampens even more once he sees your filled pussy twitching solely at the sound of his venomous, deep voice.

all over his body, he’s covered with veins, and as your eyes trail ‘n trail way down, you land at his abs and stop just below his waistline.

your eyes widened as you felt hands softly grab your hips, and he brought one of his tendrils to make you face the other way.

a sultry-sounding moan escapes out of your raw throat as your face plants against your pillow.

“mmgh-” and you let off a surprised breathy gasp, feeling not one but a pair of two rockhard things slapping against the entrance of your bare cunt.

“toji- ngh, venom- i… is that-”

“now bend for me, sweet thing. my turn.”

[myluckyluv]

My little soda pop!

Jinu had been chasing your lips all morning. It started in the kitchen, when he tried to kiss you from behind while you stirred your coffee.

You dodged with a grin, acting completely unfazed by the little pout he gave you.

Then again on the couch — when he leaned in close during your show, eyes locked on your mouth, only for you to suddenly stretch and block him with a pillow.

“Seriously?” he laughed, raising an eyebrow. “You dodged me with a throw pillow?”

You smiled innocently, curling up in the blanket. “You’re too clingy today.”

His eyes narrowed, amused and dangerous. “Me? Clingy?” He leaned in again, slow and deliberate. “Let’s test that theory—” You squealed and rolled away, causing him to flop dramatically onto the cushions with a groan.

He stared at the ceiling, hand over his heart. “This is abuse. Emotional abuse. I’m filing a complaint.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you giggled, standing to grab your phone.

Before you could take two steps, he caught your wrist and tugged you right back into his lap.

His arms wrapped around you like a trap — soft, warm, unbreakable.

His lips hovered just beside your cheek as he whispered, “You keep avoiding my kisses like some bratty little tease.”

“I’m not a brat,” you replied, pretending to squirm.

But your smile gave you away. Jinu grinned and finally caught your lips in a quick, playful kiss.

“Mm. You are,” he said, kissing you again — slower this time, sweeter.

“But you’re my brat.”

ABBY