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s3thwrit3sstuff · 4 months ago

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❝ Oh, I need to hold you close❞

warnings: monster fucking, knots, pack dynamics, scenting, territorial behaviour, d. penetration, anal sex, scarification, biting, brief mention of a piss kink (but in a joking way), unapologetically possessive, borderline manipulative (r! and the yanderes), mentions of breeding, unnatural amounts of cum, violence, mentions of animal death, body horror (werewolf transformations), AFAB terminology used (clit referred to as cock/dick)

authors note: Oh my god, I'm so sorry this was posted so late. I had an impromptu, volatile, family trip the week of Valentine's and it totally threw off the schedule but the pack is finally here!!! I hope you all love the boys as much as I do! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Listening to ▸ One More Night by Chris Grey / Want You So Bad by The Vaccines / Cherry Coloured Funk by Cocteau Twins Posted two-weeks earlier here ▸ [ Patreon ]

Ilya decides early on that you don’t need to work. Murmuring to your skin, you could just live like animals with him in a cabin somewhere. He’d plough the lands to make it fertile — his blunt words and sharp grin never failed to make you shove his face away at his obvious innuendos. It was a desire he had within him that you understand but wouldn’t humour.

As much as you hated this capitalist society — society, you mumbled to yourself in a mocking hiss — you enjoyed the little luxuries your job afforded you. It felt good making your own money, even if it came at the cost of dealing with the general public.

After all, it would only take a few hours, and then you’d drive back to your home at the edge of the town to home, or he’d unceremoniously arrive in his truck, with Keaton waving cheerfully your way as he hopped down from the back. His gummy grin, with those fangs poking his lower lip, instantly tugged the corners of your lips up. The younger man wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in his usual greeting.

“Keaton,” Your little groan made him laugh boisterously. He hitched you up higher, curling his arm under your ass with a victorious ‘whoop!’ that forces you to purse your lips together as a way to not encourage him further.

Ilya would watch with that smug canine-like grin from where he was sitting, draping an elbow out the window and calling out for you with his voice dripping with confidence.

“My coworkers are starting to think you guys are recruiting me into a woodland cult, you know that right?” You said with a pointed tone, one brow raised to prove your point.

Keaton bounces you, which makes you yelp. Wrapping your arms around his fluffy head of hair also makes him yelp. Ilya simply chuckles at the humorous sight. Even with supernatural strength, Keaton was chronically clumsy.

“We make a pretty shit cult!” Ilya tilts his head down as he yells, his dark shades sliding down his nose bridge slightly while your nosy coworkers either turn their gazes away from the parking lot or hurry to their car. Small town, it couldn’t be helped. Most of their entertainment comes from hot gossip and your queer relationship with four men was irrevocably the hottest gossip they’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

“Ilya!” You scold whilst still trying to crunch your stomach, Keaton balancing you on his shoulder. “You’re an ass, I’m gonna have to talk to them tomorrow!”

Keaton finally places you on the hood of the truck, hiding his sigh of relief as he boxes you in with his hands. His puffy monolids earn him a concerned stroke over those pretty brown eyes from you. “You didn’t come home last night, you didn’t get into too much trouble, right?”

Keaton was the youngest in your pack, polycule, the menagerie of men that had found themselves attached to you. He worked hard to prove himself worthy to you and others even though he didn’t need to.

He grins coyly, nuzzling his nose into your palm sweetly to reassure you. “Nothing your boy couldn’t handle, sweetheart,” You crinkle your nose at his flirtatious tone, that damn English accent of his never failing to make heat rush to your face. It wasn’t fair that he knew this fact.

What with him being a werewolf and all —

“His ass is hot enough as it is, Keaton. Let’s not burn it on the hood.”

Ilya brushes the long framing pieces of his pale gold hair back, a pinkish, healed, scar that ran down his right eye peeking out from the top and bottom of his shades. Your thumb brushes over Keaton’s right jaw, how the scar dips into his cheeks a bit. Matching scars. Sweet, wasn’t it?

You succumb to Keaton’s manhandling as he picks you up and places you on the passenger side, squeezing you between himself and Ilya.

“Harley’s making dinner,” Keaton informs as he rolls down the windows. You lean back, kneading into your neck. “What’s the occasion?”

Ilya gasps dramatically, pushing his glasses up to rest them on his head. He turns his head, ignoring the road ahead. “You forgot what today is? Of all days?”

Keeping up with four birthdays was a hassle, but you’re certain that today wasn't any of their birth anniversaries—as Keaton likes to call them—so you simply turn his scruffy chin forward while you think.

“I’m heartbroken,” Ilya continues while Keaton chuckles softly. “We’ve prepared so much for you.”

“Was today a busy day?” Keaton asks, placing his elbow on the window ledge with a brow raised. “You didn’t notice the decorations?”

Both of them guffaw as you furrow your brows in thought. Today was rather busy and you found yourself focusing on tasks rather than the decorations. But you remembered the smell of bouquets and the little heart motifs scattered around and you gasped softly.

“I can’t believe you forgot about Valentine's Day,” Keaton laughs through his words. “You’d think that as a guy dating four other men…”

“Our sweetheart here is as cruel as he is beautiful, Keaton,” laments Ilya. The breeze flowing through now smelled of pine and wood the further you went. The trees now grew taller as the path continued to become more winding.

“Hey, I was busy!” You huffed defensively, lightly squirming against Keaton’s hold when he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I’m sorry I’m not running around the woods naked, hunting venison. I provide for my four housewives with streaming services and wi-fi.”

Ilya laughs just as he breaks the monotonous drive with a smooth turn to a down path. The ride is bumpy but Keaton simply holds you close. Your home is an older house. Its skeleton is sturdy, with signs of care and improvement plastered here and there. The warm wood tones and stone gave it a much cosier feel, with Harley’s abundance of plants hanging down and planted in large pots. Ilya’s garage was detached off to the side, and messes were strewn about in controlled chaos that no one dared to disturb in case it disrupted Ilya’s flow.

The newest addition to the side of the home was a sunroom for Harley and Pearl to make their own. Bags of dirt and freshly potted plants were in one corner while the other had a large table covered in paint and brushes. The gravel crunched under the weight of the truck and you spotted Harley’s blurry figure behind the patchwork frosted-and-stained glass windows as he made his way to the front door. When he smiles, the scar down his lip stretches, and you press a loving kiss over it just as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders.

“Happy Valentine's Day, baby.” Your words instantly soften his eyes, gently squeezing you closer to his soft front as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

“That’s unfair!” Keaton gawks, coming to Harley’s side and only quieting down into a playful glare when he’s bestowed a loving kiss on his temple. “He forgot today’s Valentine’s Day until Ilya and I told him. You cheater,” You stick your tongue out at Keaton and he returns it whilst Ilya and Harley share a warm kiss.

The day’s exhaustion was slowly seeping out of you as your mates surrounded you, but you were still missing one more.“He’s been missing you, bad” Harley takes a soft tone and the worried scrunch of your brows makes him poke the little wrinkle which made you chuckle — Harley patted your backside as you slipped past him to make your way towards your precious Pearl.

You hear his desperate whines through the door of the den, calling out his name softly as you creak open the French doors. Pearl peeked his head out from the mess of duvets, scented clothes, and pillows. His hair messily flowing over his shoulder as he straightens up into a kneeling position, the padded chain on his ankles clinking as he attempts to inch closer to you.

He appeared feverish but still wholly there. You offer a kind smile, kneeling and pressing a kiss to the scar across his nose — the length of which was the space between his eyes — and threading your fingers through his hair to massage at the base of his skull. His eyes flutter close, leaning onto you and sighing in contentment as he breathes you in.

“Keaton was yelling, ‘bout what?” Pearl whispers. You stifle a chuckle, focusing on working your fingers on him and easing him as much as you can.

“I forgot about Valentine’s Day. He reminded me, so I wished Harley a Happy V-Day at the door and K called me a cheater.” You feel his lips stretch into a wide smile, his teeth lightly brushed against your jaw as he embraces you.

“I think I’m just an opportunistic hunter, not a cheater,” Pearl hums his agreement as he noses at your neck. You close your eyes, working your touch to his face to brush over the raised scar — the action makes him shiver but he doesn’t ask you to stop.

“Your rut’s comin’ in hot, huh?”

“Harley’s been helping, but I just really missed you today.”

It was romantic that Pearl’s rut was coming on today of all days, which made it a bit more special. Not that any of you needed to be convinced to help the other out in their time of need, in more ways than just sexual, but you suppose you understand why they — Ilya and Keaton — were being whiny about your forgetfulness.

Ilya makes his presence known with his deliberate footsteps, waiting for Pearl’s tense shoulders to lower before he makes his way inside. Pearl greets him with a crackly rumble of his throat that Ilya returns.

“Harley’s made dinner. Let’s wash up, mh?”

You can’t help the rush of excitement that washes over your body at Ilya’s purr and neither can Pearl. He stands up, the thick blanket over his shoulder the only thing keeping his bits away from view. Ilya’s the tallest in your pack, towering over most people and intimidating them with his sharp grin and gleaming blue eyes — it doesn’t help that he’s pretty well-built. Wolf shifters, werewolves, lycans — whatever you wish to call them — built muscles better than the average human and Ilya was a fine example of such.

Pearl intimidated others with his height as well. Despite his thinner frame and long hair, his height and the scar across his pretty face could be a terrifying combo to others when he’s looming over your shoulder with his green eyes darkened. Ilya finds Pearl adorable despite his tendency to make people piss in their pants from his wide-eyed glare though. Joking it was the reason he fell for him when he met the two of you for the first time.

The blonde wrapped his arms around the feverish Pearl and motioned for you to follow them to the bathroom. You reminisce about how all of you came to be.

Pearl had been your childhood friend. He’d always been the quiet kid, preferring to keep to himself and despising when the classroom got too loud or noisy. You felt protective of him then and he adored you for doing so — he never mentioned how tough his home life was when you were little, and his supernatural healing never left much scars anyway, but having you share your toys with him or quietly sitting next to him during recess was always a soothing balm to the abuse that awaited him behind closed door.

He’d been so protective of you. In his own way. Quietly watching your window at night, his ears pointed forward in alert at every little noise that came from your room. Memorizing the smell of your clothes, your unique scent, the soap you used, the shampoo, the cologne — but nothing compared to seeing you laugh. The crinkle in your nose, the smile lines on your cheeks, seeing your gums and your lips spread open while you throw your head back. Pearl swears nothing compared to that.

So when Ilya came to your town, with his bike and blonde buzzcut and annoyingly seductive accent, Pearl felt his hackles rise. Humans had an instinct, something inside them that sent prickles of goose flesh across their skin when they met eyes with people like Pearl. From the dark ages maybe. A survival trait they kept within their DNA, generations of terror woven into their bloodlines.

Ilya wasn’t a human and that frustrated Pearl. Because suddenly, he couldn’t use his intimidation tactics anymore. Ilya and him were on the same level and Pearl couldn’t sleep for nights as he insisted on sleepovers at yours, making a weepy story about his father drinking again.

It didn’t annoy Ilya to smell Pearl’s scent all over you. That cool confidence he had when he’d land his shoulder on your locker and smile down at you made Pearl leave claw marks on his textbooks, his claws puncturing through the thick cover when Ilya made eye contact with him from across the hall.

In truth, Pearl wasn’t the only one feeling troubled with Ilya’s presence. You did as well. Feeling some odd guilt when Ilya convinces you to stay in his garage for longer, or being under his arm and getting flustered when you were sure you’d been forming a crush on Pearl.

Ilya on the other hand?

He was loving every second. Your conflicted expressions. The ‘will he or will he not’s?’ moments between you made him feel giddy. You seemed so guilt-ridden as if he was a guilty pleasure.

And Pearl’s frustration and anger? It was like an aphrodisiac. Finding a pack after moving away from his previous one with just his mother and little sister was tough — Pearl’s family weren’t exactly tolerant to those with, as they had put it, fucked up accents. It was malicious at first, screwing with Pearl’s favourite little human, but then…

Pinning him down, chunks of dirt flew up into the air as they wrestled and bit at each other. Bits of fur and spit flying around, blood painting the ground, their breaths puffing up into the cold air that night. Pearl’s dark coat shone with crimson, his claws slashing down at Ilya’s cheek and splitting his skin apart — god, it was so hot seeing him so angry.

Pearl escaped beneath him, panting as he watched him shed his skin to his human one. Naked, bruised, battered, bleeding — licking the blood away from his lips as he openly eyed Pearl.

The scar that ran down his right eye bleeding heavily just like the scar across Pearl’s nose.

Ilya had never considered himself as monogamous. His version of love was as wild as he was. He despised those who cheated though, and if his partner had been monogamous, he’d respected it and be content; though, as he helped Pearl and you in the shower, with Harley and Keaton setting up for dinner, he was right where he needed to be.

Ilya helps Pearl with washing his waist-length hair, admiring him and you as the water cascades down your bodies. When he presses close, Pearl lets out a snort at the feeling of Ilya’s hard-on to his ass.

“Am I the one in a rut or are you?” Ilya presses his tongue to Pearl’s neck, growling playfully as he presses closer. You laugh when shampoo lands on his tongue and the tall blonde wretches, hacking and tilting his tongue towards the shower to wash it off.

Harley doesn’t ask what happens when he steps inside, simply ignoring Ilya choking on the water as he places some towels on the counter. You coo out your thanks between the giggles and he reaches in to place a kiss on your lips and Pearls as well.

Harley and Keaton had come together in a package. Stumbling into your territory by complete accident during a full moon, meeting the wrath of a protective Pearl and Ilya because they’d been watching you soak in the moonlight naked as the day you were born.

The scar on Harley’s lips and Keaton’s jaw — it healed just fine at first. Until they got closer to your pack and heard Ilya’s romantic retelling of their scars seemed to convince Keaton that he needed to reopen it. To mark himself with something to remind themselves of the first time they met all of you, Harley didn’t seem convinced at first until he had you sat on his lap with a wolf shifter’s claw in one hand, fashioned into a dagger.

‘Who did that come from?” he asked. You smile at him, leaning in until he can feel your eyelashes brush along his temple. “Ilya broke it during your fight. I was so scared watching the both of you fight, the growling, the ripping.”

Harley gulped thickly, his heart racing as he remembered that first encounter. You place your hand over his chest, his senses were so heightened at that moment he swore he heard the friction of your palm against his curly chest hair.

“I had the best sex of my life that night,” Harley squirms when you giggle into his ear. “Keaton said you fucked him through the mattress that night too.”

Being a human honestly didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. You had these men on your damn leash and that wasn’t some secret. It was truly all your doing — Pearl’s stalking, Ilya’s desire to have you stay at home with them, Harley’s constant doting, Keaton’s need to impress you.

In truth, despite your playful teases and chidings, you adored the love they showed you—even the more intense sides.

Why would you change their nature? When you go into a den of wolves, did you expect them to not use their fangs and claws?

This was how love had always been. Pearl’s breath on your bare neck while you sleep. Ilya’s claws poke at the flesh of your waist when he notices eyes on you. Harley’s growl against your shoulder when he smells someone else on you. Keaton’s fangs threaten to pierce your thigh when he has your legs over his shoulder in an alleyway after someone was being ‘too nice’ to you.

Harley had prepared some spicy vodka pasta with some chicken, something that made Pearl sway excitedly in his seat as he took bite after bite. Idle chatter was shared, Keaton complaining about your forgetfulness and slyness while Ilya mentioned getting to repair some old man’s precious bike after warming up to him at the bar.

“I was out all night to make sure no one crashes our party later,” Keaton admits with a proud smirk. You can imagine him and his grey coat, getting on his strong hind legs to smell the shifts in the air then going on all fours again — a streak of silver between the tall trees in the night.

“That’s a cute way of saying you pissed marked our land,” Your teasing makes Harley and Pearl roll their eyes. Ilya laughs, covering his mouth while Keaton flares his nostrils at you in a huff. “You’re totally askin’ for it, aren’t ya’?”

“I’m just saying!” You chuckle as you raise your hands, “It’s cute!”

“It’s not supposed to be! I’m keeping intruders away, bears and all that!”

“Keaton, honey, can we not talk about your piss during dinner?” Pearly politely interjects.

“Wha — why not!?”

Ilya purrs, swallowing his food to add more to the conversation until Harley disrupts his plans by shoving more pasta in his mouth.

A night walk after dinner was the perfect way to begin your party. Your mates had gone ahead first, nuzzling your cheek sweetly as they shed their human skin. The sounds of their bones breaking and muscles tearing apart, the heat radiating from their rapid growth and change, made the night air much more bearable. The gore that was leftover stained your bare feet, but Ilya sweetly licked it away, pressing his nose to your stomach and pleading silently for your touch through his fur.

Your skin was like cool river water, soothing his too-hot skin as it slowly adjusted to the environment. Keaton bumps into him, impatient as his tail thumps into the ground and he presses his snout to your shoulder, towering over you as he uses his two hind paws legs to stand on. Harley’s large hands press to your waist, his claws carefully hovering as he nudges your palm to his snout.

They were terrifying beasts of legend. Even on all fours, they were nearly as tall as horses, and when they stood up on their legs they easily dwarfed even the tallest man. Their claws could easily disembowel you and their fangs could puncture through your skull with no effort. Hell, if Keaton was careless enough, he could fracture your ribs just by thwacking his tail to your chest.

The stench of iron and heated flesh should scare you if the sight of their transformation didn’t, but you’d grown so desensitized to it. You admired the sight, the smell, the feeling of their strong muscles underneath your hand as they overwhelmed you with affection.

Pearl approaches you from behind, his breath making your hair sway as his large tongue licks at your neck. You cradle his bottom jaw, feeling the blunt teeth he has with no fear despite knowing how easily he could just snap your fingers off. He whines, feeling you inspect his maw so casually — letting him taste you when he was already so pent up.

Neither did that thin white shirt you have on. Whenever you moved, the ends of it swayed enticingly across the tops of your bare thighs and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than bury himself between them.

You push his mouth away, detaching yourself from the four of them. Walking backwards, feeling their blood on the dirt, watching them watching you; how their eyes glowed in the dark when a cloud momentarily hid the moon away from such a frightening scene. They don’t move but every muscle seemed ready for a chase.

You tease them by baring your teeth in that devilish grin, each step away from them coy and playful. You’re getting too far — Pearl takes a step forward and you freeze just as they all do. Harley’s low growl sends shivers down your spine, he licks at his teeth, taking a step as well which Ilya follows.

It’s Keaton’s impatience that starts the chase.

He takes one, then two, three and by the fourth you’ve turned around and began running.

These woods, your woods, were familiar to you. You knew every nook and cranny, running in the dark didn’t scare you anymore. Even with four werewolves hunting you down. You could hear them, barking and howling as they rushed towards you.

You use your size to your advantage. Ducking and weaving through the branches and trees. Ilya’s bulky size falters with every sharp turn and Harley’s not faring any better. The branches cut into your skin, further enticing them as you laugh breathlessly.

The light breaching from the treetops was swaying, something only Pearl often did when he’d jump from tree to tree to try and pin you down. He wasn’t usually so impatient but it was fine. He’d been waiting all day for this, his rut now fully overtaking him as he zeroed in on you.

You break through the trees into a familiar clearing. A snarl rips through the pounding in your ears and you see them. Four monstrous wolves surrounded you, their tongues lolled out as they panted and panted. Breathing in your scent greedily while you watched them get closer and closer and closer.

Pearl’s large paw covers the entirety of your chest. The claw of his pointer finger poking your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to make you suck in a breath. Their skin was rough, they had to be considering how they moved around under the moonlight — hunting to provide for you and protecting you from other supernaturals.

It’s hard to kiss when they’re shifted. But you can tell he wants to. Those green eyes are so overcome with choices and needs as he takes in the sight of you. The breeze that flutters by makes you shiver, so Pearl grabs you by the waist to pull you in.

“I want to tear you apart,” his voice is barely human. Every word was a snarl, but underlying is unmistakably your Pearl. You feel through his fur, suppressing your grin as you spot his tail beginning to sway from side to side.

“Are you asking or telling me?”

You’re on your back. The soft grass and undergrowth cushion you further as Pearl hovers above you, his size completely dwarfing the night sky. Hiding you away from the heavens, keeping you safe from whatever deity that watched on. No, they wouldn’t be able to see you — they didn’t deserve to see you like this. They weren’t Ilya, or Harley, or Keaton. The angels hadn’t proved their devotion to you, not like they had.

Harley approaches with his russet brown fur and gold eyes beckoning for your attention. Pearl pays him no mind as he focuses on your thin white shirt. He tears through it, further exposing your body to him. You gasp, feeling the raised welts he’d left stinging so he leans down to lick at it, keeping it warm from the cold night air. His tongue made you inhale sharply, warmth spreading throughout your entire body as he dragged it down your sternum to your navel and finally to his warm cunt.

Harley watches Pearl, bringing your head to his stomach to lie on. You know he’s just being cautious — Pearl was in a rut; he could get impatient. You weren’t a werewolf with supernatural healing, if he was too rushed, he could hurt you. You send Harley a sheepish grin but your face quickly melts into pleasure as Pearl’s warm tongue slips inside of you. The visual would terrify anyone. This beast with his deadly mouth over your sex, his sharp claws digging into the plush of your thighs while his fangs hover too close. But this was pure heaven to you — this image might as well be painted onto chapel walls.

You moan out his name, digging your shoulders involuntarily into Harley as he laps and fucks your hole. Your taste overtakes his muddled senses, just as your scent does. The moonlight on your bare skin with Harley keeping you comfortable and warm — his hard-on peaking through his sheath. Pearl can hear Keaton’s pants as he circles, the grey wolf keeping his head low as he waits for his turn.

While Ilya was simply watching on. He always did love to watch — kinky fuck.

Pearl imagines Ilya laughing at his insult and how sweet your laughter would be when you join in, then Harley and Keaton. A symphony that Pearl still can’t believe he’s allowed to hear or participate in.

You arch your back when he brushes his fangs on your cock, something he reprimands by digging his claws into your flesh. Your blood is an aphrodisiac that Keaton can’t resist. He draws close to your side, whining as he tries to lick it away. The sound Pearl’s jaw makes when he snaps at him makes you flinch, so Harley licks at your neck. His chest rumbles soothingly to keep you calm.

“Keaton, wait,” Harley reminds. He whines again, laying his head on your chest. Pinning you down. It’s hard to do much in this form without risking an injury to you and Keaton’s not known for his patience so you call out to him, voice breaking as Pearl continues to pay close attention to your twitching and raising cock.

“I can suck you off, baby.”

Keaton’s cock had fully come out of his sheath the second Pearl had laid you on the ground. It twitched against his stomach. The thick member gleaming with pre as he positions himself to your side. It’s a bit awkward considering this anatomy wasn’t meant to be kneeled like this, but he doesn’t complain — not when you press your pillowy lips to his leaking tip and look up at him so sweetly.

“You brat,” Harley chides though he doesn’t mean it. Keaton was the youngest, a fact he often used to his advantage to get his way. Keaton just focuses on you, his smug energy being felt even with no grin or smirk.

Watching you take monster cock was a sight only for them. They imprint it into their memories. Your lips struggling to wrap around it, cheeks desperately sucked in as you breathe through your nose. That determined look in your eyes as you bob your head — you took in their human cocks like a champ, you weren’t going to let a little transformation stop you from doing the same when they’ve turned.

Keaton ruts his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You pull away with a lewd pwah sound, panting raggedly as Pearl brings you to your first orgasm of the night. You don’t even get to warn him before you moan out for him once again, ripping out a handful of grass from the dirt as you cum.

Pearl pulls away, licking his mouth. But he wasn’t satisfied. His cock hung heavy between his legs, bright red and angry as he climbs back on top of you. He lets Keaton lick at the remnants of you on his snout while he nudges his tip against you. He ruts and ruts, grunting and growling as he feels you.

You whine softly, keeping Keaton’s cock happy with your hand while you hungrily stare at his dick rubbing against your cunt.

“Yuh - you said you were going to tear me apart,” you whimper out. “Ruin me already.”

“Fuck.”

His cock applies pressure, but your cunt won’t give in. It frustrates the both of you. You reach a hand down to spread yourself for him, whispering pleas for him to try again so he does. The tip of his dick presses in and the pressure makes you chew on your bottom lip. Harley’s chest rumbles again while Keaton teases at your chest with his large hands. Rubbing a bit of dirt onto you — tainting you further.

“Doing so good for us, yeah? Taking in Pearl’s thick fucking cock like a champ. Yeah, c’mon, we know you can do it,” Harley reminds you to breathe and finally Pearl’s tip pops inside, something that makes you squirm. He stills, despite his instincts yelling at him to keep pushing in — Pearl stills. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he can’t.

But when he looks down at you and sees your wet eyes and wetter cunt, he feels his self-restraint escaping him. Your body was at a cross between pushing him out or keeping him in, pulsing around the sensitive cockhead but you had made up your mind.

“Muh -More, more, fuck — more, please.”

So good for them. You were made for monster cocks. Made just for them to fuck, to use, to ruin, to tear apart.

Pearl snarls, gripping at your waist with both hands and pushes in. You groan deep in your throat, eyes rolling back as his dick splits you apart. His girth was making your head spin, the more he pushed in the emptier your brain got.

“Halfway in,” Keaton grumbles out, “C’mon baby, you got it.”

Pearl angles your hips, adjusting you as if you were some toy, then gives you a few shallow thrusts. It makes you squeal, dirt digging under your nails as sweat slides down your neck.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ilya’s voice makes you whimper. The white wolf nips at Pearl’s arms, immediately making him loosen his bruising grip. “You’re pushing Pearl out. You want his cock, right?”

You nod, weak little ‘mhm’s’ coming from your chewed-up lips.

“You don’t wanna be empty anymore, right?”

“No, never again. Want all of you inside, all of you.”

Harley chuckles at that while Keaton sympathizes with you, nudging his snout to your cheek sweetly.

“Focus on taking his dick first, greedy little thing,” Ilya coos.

Pearl slides more of himself in. Letting your body adjust and when he finally bottoms out, you’re convinced nothing could compare to this. This fullness, being this complete. Pearl strokes over the bulge in your stomach with his thumb, gently pressing down and laughing breathlessly when you mewl.

“Fuh - fuck, you’re — I can only feel your cock.”

Pearl’s changing the shape of your insides. His cock pulsing desperately and then, warmth floods you. You shudder, squirming again in alarm while he’s trembling above you. You can feel his cum leak out of you while he can feel just how much warmer it makes you.

You’re not disappointed at him cumming so fast, considering how his dick was still as stiff as a metal pole —

He drags his cock out, and the obscene noise your boypussy makes earns a happy thump of Keaton’s tail against the ground. The emptiness you feel is short-lived, but you still manage to sob out that you need him inside again, to which he happily obliges.

Pearl thrusts himself back in, his knot swollen as it continues to press against you. He adjusts his stance, pushing you further up Harley’s body as he fucks you. You’re at his mercy, body going limp as he continues.

No, not just at his mercy. You can feel Harley’s cock against your shoulder, and Keaton’s on your chest.

You can’t let them go unhappy.

It was Valentine’s Day.

You’re on your hands and knees now. It was easier like this to use all parts of you. Your knees were spread, the crushed grass beneath you leaving indents of the blades of grass into your knees and palms. You can barely breathe with Harley’s cock inside of your mouth but with Keaton’s rough thrusts, you find yourself gagging and choking more than you’re sucking.

“Keaton, slow down.” Harley chuckles. “He can barely keep himself on my dick.”

Keaton whines, shaking his head and pinning his ears back as he presses his hips to your ass. It made you cough, nearly falling onto your face if it weren’t for Harley catching you.

“He feels so good,” Keaton’s accent got rougher the drunker he got. More growly as he struggles to actually speak. “Fuck, he’s so soft. So tight, shit Harls, there’s so much cum inside of him. It’s so fuckin’ gross.”

You should make an indignant retort, though you know Keaton’s just degrading you, but you’re too focused on cumming again. Keaton groans when your insides squeeze him, practically fluttering around him as you pulse and jerk until you finally manage to catch your breath.

“Fuuuuck” Keaton hitches you back, grinding you onto his cock until he finally lets out a load inside of you. You moan, legs shaking as you feel globs of cum sliding down your thighs.

“Yeah, take all of it, baby.”

Harley straightens your position, letting you lean against Harley as he nudges his cock to your hole.

“Think he’s loose enough?” Keaton shrugs a bit, giving you another roll of his hips which you can barely manage to tighten up at anymore. “Fuck yeah, he is.”

Ilya chuckles at Harley’s wagging tail. Sucking in a breath when Pearl bites into his shoulder, his cockhead once again pressing into that spot that makes Ilya’s entire body shudder.

“Ilya,” Pearl snarls out, going as hard as he can without worrying about breaking any hip bones. Ilya takes him in with ease, grunting with each thrust while his dick leaks onto the forest floor.

“Feelin’good, pretty?”

The nickname sounded odd in the moment. Werewolves weren’t pretty. But Pearl was. He’d always been, even like this — No. Especially like this. Fucking him senselessly, his rut in full effect.

“You’re so tight, Ilya.”

The white wolf simply moans in agreement, baring his neck as he watches you.

You’re being held up by Keaton, your skin shining with sweat and dirt and bits of blood while Harley nudges his cock to your half-filled entrance. You feel his stare — he’s so proud that you can still be aware enough to notice — and give him a loose grin.

What a whore.

Smiling so sweetly at him even when two cocks were pressed against you.

Pearl growls as he catches on Ilya’s stare, his dick twitching inside of him as you completely break apart at the two of them.

They didn’t even have to thrust — they couldn’t even if they wanted to – to have you squirt around their halfway in cocks. Your hips bucking and thighs twitching as you pant, gripping onto Harley’s neck desperately as your toes curl in the air.

“Shit, I can’t — Mngh! Ngh-ah! I can’t stop cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Ilya shed into his human skin, stalking close to you as you’re laid on Pearl’s front. Chest to chest as he shushes you, using his strength to easily manipulate your hips up and down his cock.

“You’re so ready for my knot, baby,” Pearl encourages.

Ilya kneels between Pearl’s legs, grabbing at the mounds of your ass before he spits at your soaked asshole. You moan, turning to look over your shoulder, watching Ilya as he licks at it. You flutter your eyes closed, simply wrapping your arms around Pearl’s neck.

“Knot me, knot me, knot me.”

Pearl grunts when Ilya tongues at his knot, teasing it just because he could. Keaton's loud yelp earns a pleased groan from you, watching as Harley fucks into him in their human form.

Ilya’s cock presses into you and you perk your ass backwards, feeling him stretch your ass out. It’s always been Ilya’s favourite — it was rare for him to fuck your boycunt, he preferred this hole, he says.

He was the only one allowed to fuck it. Your walls welcomed him in, practically greeting him in a hug, and he smiles when he feels Pearl’s cock.

“Our cocks are frotagging inside of you, sweetheart.” Ilya tells you, biting down on your earlobe with his still too-wolflike teeth. “You’re so filthy. So fucked up. You’re spilling out cum with every thrust. Can you even feel me inside of you?”

You can’t manage a reply. Making noises of agreement as your cock rubs against Pearl’s coarse fur.

“Cuh - cummin…cummin — Ah-ah” you can’t even scream anymore. Not like Keaton who tossed his head back, cock bouncing on his wet stomach, as Harley fucks him into the dirt.

Pearl’s knot slips inside, by accident, and you squeak in alarm. Ilya shushes you, helping Pearl guide you further down his knot. It’s big, fuck it’s big. Your cunt still offers some form of resistance, but it’s futile.

“There we go, that’s our boy.”

Ilya gives you rough thrusts, something that even makes Pearl moan as he can feel the movement from inside of you before he claims your insides. His cum is the only one leaking out of your ass. When it leaks down to where you’re connected with Pearl, he tries to lick it clean which earns him a smack to the face by Pearl’s tail.

“Oh- oh fuck! Harls!”

Ilya and Pearl watch the scene before them, the sound of skin slapping skin making Ilya groan.

“C’mon Harls,” Ilya purrs. “That’s it, fuck his ass. Such a good boy, eh? He deserves a load in him.”

Keaton mewls, arching his back as Harley finally cums inside of him. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge as well.

For a while, the only people talking were Ilya and Harley as they praised and licked each other clean while you laid on Pearl who refused to shift back — he refused to while you were knotted so preciously around him.

What was left of your shirt was used to wipe away sweat and cum. Your mates were so gentle as they cleaned you up, kissing up your spine and rubbing at the bruises on your waist.

“Fuck,” you groan out as your thoughts finally return to you. That warm haziness in your brain still lingers though not as strong.

“I’m never forgetting Valentine’s Day ever again.”

#s3thwrit3sstuff #male reader #reader insert #male reader insert #gay reader #male!reader #yandere x reader #poly!yandere x reader #werewolves x reader #werewolves x male reader

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steddie-as-they-come · 2 years ago

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sequel to my roommate steddie au!! here's the first part! tags have changed, it's now more mature with some fade to black sex

Steve’s so warm. It’s not fair.

Eddie must have half his wardrobe on, tucked under all the blankets on his bed, and Steve is just sitting over there, in a T-shirt and thin sweatpants, like the jackass he is.

"You look cold." Steve says, shifting a bit.

Eddie glares at him. "No shit, Sherlock," he bites out, trying to reign in his temper. All things considered, Steve's a pretty great roommate, sharing his food and his children with Eddie. It's not his fault the college decides to let their students freeze to death.

Steve, to his credit, just laughs at him. "Okay, fine. I was gonna offer for you to come hang out over here, since you're over the vent and I'm not, but if you're gonna be like that-"

Eddie practically teleports out of bed. "No! No, please, Steve, did I ever mention how great your hair looks today and how kind you are to me-"

Steve laughs again, moving out of the way and patting the bed next to him. Eddie doesn't hesitate to scurry up and tuck himself into a little cocoon of his own blankets, trying not to bump Steve's arm as he focuses on his homework. He doesn't completely succeed, and his hand brushes against Steve's bare arm.

"What the fuck?" he says loudly. "Why are you the temperature of a campfire?"

Steve shrugs. "I've always run hot." he says. "It's great during winter movie nights because everyone piles on top of me, but then I get banished during summer movie nights, which is no fun."

Eddie's already sprawled over his shoulder, sighing happily, like some kind of lizard on a sunlit rock. If August Eddie could see him now, he'd try to smack the shit outta him for falling for a straight guy. One who was his roommate, no less.

But it's hard not to when Steve is kind, and accepting, and a little bit stupid, and hot as hell. It isn't like he just tolerates Eddie's physical affection either, he seems to welcome it. Steve even started initiating it, wrapping an arm around Eddie's shoulders, grabbing his arm to haul him out of particularly big crowds, and the hugs. Steve loves hugs.

There's a darkness to Steve too, the way he moves, the way he's always checking over his shoulder, flinching at flickering lights, always ready for a fight.

It makes Eddie wonder if Steve is like him.

Eddie wiggles a bit, adjusting his chin to prop on Steve's shoulder. "Whatcha workin' on?" he asks, just to be nosy.

Steve rolls his eyes, leaning away. "None of your business." he teases.

Eddie misses the warmth as soon as Steve's gone. "Nooooo," he whines. "Come back. I won't look!"

Steve stays leaned away, raising his eyebrows. "You're so weird." he says. It's not in a mean way, more that he's bewildered that one person can be this strange. Eddie takes this as a compliment.

He pretends to freeze to death, jerking and flinching. "It's...so cold." he mutters. "I see...the light... All because my roommate...let me freeze to death..."

Finally, Steve's blissful warmth comes back, and Steve sighs, tapping his pen against his paper. Eddie tries to peek again, and recognizes familiar words.

"Is that a character sheet?" he yells, and Steve frowns at him.

"You said you wouldn't look!"

Eddie waves him off, grabbing for the sheet. "Steve, this is D&D. It's automatically my business when it's D&D."

Steve finally hands it over. "Fine. Yes, it's a character sheet. Dustin's birthday is next Monday, and I was gonna ask you if I could join your game as a present to him."

Eddie nods, inspecting the sheet. Dustin's been begging for Steve to join basically since they started their little arrangement, where Eddie DM's for them in exchange for no more open hostility in the dorms. It may have worked a little too well, given Eddie's budding crush, but c'est la vie.

Eddie hands it back. "You are supposed to give the DM the character sheet a couple days in advance so they have time to work you into the plot."

Steve winces. "Really? Shit, I didn't know that."

"It's fine, I got some ideas, just from looking it over. You can borrow a spare set of dice and one of my miniatures too."

"Oh good, I had no idea if I needed any of that stuff."

"Do you want me to do a little crash course for you?" Eddie asks, preparing to brave the cold to grab his little homemade handbook.

Steve gives him a deadpan look. "Are you kidding me? Dustin is gonna love being better than me at this. I might as well go in with a regular six-sided die and pretend I thought that's the one I needed."

Eddie laughs. "Fair enough." The cold touches his neck and he burrows back into his blankets. "This fucking sucks, by the way. The cold."

"You're a big baby, man. It's fine."

"Ah, yes. Forgot I live with a walking, talking furnace." Eddie rolls his eyes, muttering, "This is worse than the time I was left outside in the cold."

"Wait, what?" Steve turns to him, eyes flinty like steel. "You were...what?"

"Oh. Um." Eddie's not sure how much to reveal, but he figures it had to come out eventually. "My dad left me out in the cold when I was thirteen. I think he thought it'd fix me. I just got really sick, though." He laughs humorlessly.

"You said...fix you?" Steve says, and Eddie's heart drops. He backs away from Steve before starting to talk, trying to find something to defend himself with if Steve gets mad.

"Yeah." Eddie says. "He saw me...kissing a boy."

Steve's eyes widen, and then he scoots closer. Eddie's breath hitches.

"Me too." Steve whispers.

Now it's Eddie's turn to be shocked. Steve continues. "Not...not left outside in the cold. They'd need to be home long enough for that. But...bisexual. I like girls and guys."

There's a tense, charged silence in the room. Eddie draws up all his courage. "I like you, Steve."

Steve stares at Eddie’s lips. “Can I-” he whispers breathlessly.

Eddie, seemingly just as entranced, nods, and Steve leans forward, pressing his lips against Eddie. Almost unconsciously, Eddie tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and Steve hums happily.

Eddie’s tongue swipes at the sealed lines of Steve’s lips. Steve freezes, then slowly, tentatively, opens his mouth.

Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile. Eddie practically pulls Steve down towards him, hands greedily exploring every inch of Steve he could reach. Steve gladly returns the favor, sneaking his hands between Eddie’s back and the mattress so he can feel the muscles lining Eddie’s spine flex and move as Eddie kisses him stupid.

Eddie pulls back, breaking the kiss. Steve whines, actually whines, and dives back in, but Eddie stops him with a gentle hand on his chest.

He kisses the corner of Steve’s mouth, and Steve chases it, leaning subtly towards Eddie, but Eddie just keeps moving, kissing a trail from his mouth to his chin, to the soft skin where Steve's jawline blends into his neck. Steve keeps moving, running his hands up and down Eddie’s back just for something to do.

Eddie reaches the small curve where his shoulder meets his neck, and Steve feels a small scrape of teeth against his skin. He whimpers.

“Oh?” Eddie says, the first thing he’s said since Steve leaned in. His voice is raspy, and Steve privately thinks it's the hottest fucking thing in the world. “There?”

He kisses there again, but this time there's no teeth, and Steve stays quiet, breathing slowly, in and out, in and out.

“Or…did you like it when I did this?”

Eddie leans forward and nips at Steve’s collar, and Steve keens. “Eddieee…” he says, dragging the vowels out too long, leaving that name hanging in the air.

Eddie tilts his head back up and captures Steve’s lips in another kiss, tongue sliding into Steve’s mouth smoothly. He kisses for a few seconds, then readjusts and gently nips at Steve’s lower lip.

“Please, please Eddie,” Steve begs breathlessly, not even sure what he's pleading for. Eddie seems to get it though, and slides his hands under his shirt to cup Steve’s waist.

Steve laces his hands through Eddie's hair and pulls, and Eddie lets out a moan, pushing Steve off of him and rolling so he's on top, enjoying the feeling of Steve under him on the mattress.

"I've never been so glad for the cold," he whispers against Steve's lips, and kisses him again.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #college au #stranger things #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #i am not brave enough to write actual smut yet. so fade to black it is

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juviabrainrot · 5 months ago

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LET'S GO TO THE FAIR !

PAIRINGS ... d.kaminari, h.sero, e.kirishima x fem!reader

a/n: it's fair season! (at least where i live) and i got the idea to do this. also we're not gonna talk about my tiktok ban crashout but that shit was literally 14 hours i am so dramatic idc. this also isn't proof read (again!!! are we surprised) ALSO ignore how sero's is probably longer than the rest of them bc idk he's bae and needs that extra little ramble

requests are open!

d. kaminari

ik damn well this man is trying to do all the fair games and loses at nearly all of them

and yes, he did win one game at the very least! (it was the one where you have to squirt water into the whole)

for his prize, he got a minion plushie and was mad because when you guys had previously passed, there was a pikachu plushie but it was gone by the time you came back

he only wanted it so he could give it to you since it was "basically his twin", but it's ok because minions are TOTALLY better!! (imo, fight me idc)

you both decided to go on the zipper and halfway through the line, he started getting scared because of the plethora of screams

with lots of reassurance, you two got on there and it was... something!

he screamed like a baby and started crying for his mom at one point

"I'm too young and handsome for my death to happen like this!"

after, he acted nonchalant and like he wasn't just bawling his eyes out

for some reason, he really wanted to go on zero gravity and pretended to climb the walls to take a pic and send it to sero

"wait catch my good side I want to look mysterious"

h. sero

definitely snuck his penjamin in

his plan was to go to the fair 2 days: - day 1: get high af and eat literally every food, play games, and go to the petting zoo - day 2: ride all the rides

literally the first thing he did was go to the corn dog stand and tore up an XL corn dog

next, he attacked a turkey leg and got the juices all over his mouth

did he know? no. did you let him walk around with them decorating his mouth for a while? yes

he was starting to get a little stuffed so he got himself a fresh squeezed lemonade to share and you both walked around the fair grounds

you walked past the basketball stand and he was convinced that he could shoot the hoop with perfection, but ended up bashing the ball into the front of the hoop and it came back and hit him

he gave up and pouted a little so he decided he wanted to pet some goats in the petting zoo

was about to cry when he saw the miniature ponies because he wanted to take one home

made sure no one was around, whipped out his pen and asked the horse if he wanted a hit

before you were about to leave, he decided he wanted to split a funnel cake with you but could only eat four bites before he gave up and left the rest to you

on day two, he bought the unlimited pass for you both and wanted to go crazy on all the rides

the first ride you went on was the thunderbolt and you accidentally crushed him because of how fast it was going + literal air force

forced you to go on the pendulum ride 4 times and the fireball 3 times

went into the fun house and pretended to be a hamster on a hamster wheel in the spinning tunnel, and accidentally kicked a kid that was trying to get in

e. kirishima

like denki, he was also trying to do all the carnival games, but there's one difference - he was actually getting prizes

his favorite game was the hammer and bell one since it showed off how strong he was

started winning so many prizes for you that you had to give some to little kids because you physically couldn't hold them all

you both walked through all the crazy popup shops and got weird/cringe matching shirts ( I am so sexy that even life gets hard / I am life)

he also ate a chicken leg and held his face out with a smile for you to wipe it clean

held your hand the whole time as you walked around and you became one of those cringe couples in the lines even after you swore you wouldn't

he wanted to go on quite literally every ride, even the kiddie rides

his favorite ride was definitely the fireball and rode it 5 times

took loads of pics in the photo booth and put one of the strips in the back of his phone case

ended the night with a romantic ride on the ferris wheel and took tons of pictures to post, some of them you didn't even know he took

©juviabrainrot - please do not copy/repost any of my work on any platform <3

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yumekojabaml · 1 year ago

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Slutty brother— Rengoku x male brother reader

author's purpose: Redo since I deleted it on accident. Cashapp me! LINK

Tw: Blowjob, threesome, ftm reader, Double penetration.

Kyojuro and Shinjuro used you for sex a lot of times oh how it felt so good to have them inside of you then rearranging your inside gosh it just makes you wanna finger yourself just by the thought of it~

Kyojuro got back from patrol and needed some steam to be let out. He grabbed you and took you to his room. “K-kyojiro, you said that you wouldn't do this anymore?” Kyojuro kissed your neck, making you moan in pleasure. “I'm sorry m/m I can't help it I've been dying to fuck you I can tell you miss my cock, don't you?” He wasn't wrong, you did miss being filled up by him. He took off his clothes and told you to get on your knees.

“Open wide.” Opening your mouth he stuck his big cock in your mouth making you gag. He moved in and out while moaning. “M/n, your tongue in so smooth it just makes me wanna cum but I’m not going to give you the pleasure. “Kyojuro smirked, grabbing your head to go deeper inside your mouth. While he was doing this, you weren't paying attention to the Shoji door. Shinjuro walked in look at his son stuffing his cock inside his son in law. Shinjuro also took his clothes off and bent down behind. “Such a slut sucking off your husband like a good little boy you are.” Spoke Shinjuro thrusting his cock into your tight hole.

“NGH~ f-fuck~ S-so big~ mhj~” You moaned, biting your lip. “I didn't tell you to stop sucking did I?” Kyojuro grabbed your chin. “Sorry, baby mhh~ I’ll keep sucking hng~” Shinjuro was going at it no wonder why Ruka went for another round this man was something.

He started going faster." DADDY~ FUCK GO SLOWER~ AHH~ mHm~" Shinjuro didn't listen and continued going faster and faster.

"You want me to go slower never your going to take every inch of my cock and your gonna like it Aa~ mha~ your s-so tight~ f-Fuck I'm gonna c-cum shit~" Kyojuro and Shinjuro went faster by the second moaning in pleasure.

Ahh~mnMn~ gah~ I gonna-" DONT YOU DARE CUM UNLESS I SAY SO~ MHM FUCK YEAH~" He continued to thrust harder making you cry in pain and pleasure.

"FUCK BABY IM GOMNA CUM IM GONNA~ I'M GONNA PUT A BABY INSIDE OF YOU~" Kyojuri moaned Fucking your mouth harder."p-please j-just cum." Mhg~ beg for it~"

"Please~mgh~I need your c-cum I need it b-bad please d-daddy I want it inside of me~" Shinjuro chuckled." Good boy~ now I'm going to give you all of my load~"

In each thrust, cum came from there cock Kyojuro grabbed your head and sprayed some cum in your mouth.

They should use you more often since they kinda stopped doing it after a while.

(YOU GUYS MAY REQUEST ANYTHING FROM ME)

#trans male reader #bottom male reader #kny #kny x male Reader #gay #ftm reader

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dgaftilwedie · 2 months ago

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I loved your nsfw alphabet!! Namgyu being soft is rare but so appreciated ❤️

(Embarrassed asking this aaaa) Would you ever write more on the stoned giggly sex scenario? 👀

SORRY I'M LIKE JUST NOW ANSWERING THIS!! i absolutely will :33 here's a little drabble-y thingy for you!! it's been a while since i've written for namgyu so i hope this turns out well :D i wrote this in one shot and i did NOT proof read very well, so i apologize for any grammar + spelling issues!! i also tried to write this as gender neutral as possible :3

contains: 18+ content (minors dni as per usual), recreational substances (weed), namgyu being a sap...

ever since you and namgyu started going out, he's been pretty open about his recreational habits. he won't outright say "i do drugs" to you, but the recognizable scent of weed that wafts into his apartment while he stands out on the balcony is a dead giveaway. you've quickly realized that after a long day at the club, there's nothing that namgyu loves more than smoking up and attempting to cuddle you to death.

he'll jump at the opportunity to smoke with you if you ever want to. if you've never done it before, he's more than happy to walk you through it. if you know what you're doing... he's already half-hard in his pants.

"good shit, huh?" he laughs, watching you try not to cough. namgyu holds a water bottle in front of you, shaking it back and forth as if he's enticing you to take a sip.

"shut up." you roll your eyes, grabbing the bottle from him. "you're gonna be the reason i choke."

"you're ridiculous." he takes the joint from you and takes a questionably long drag. he throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling your body close to his. he can't tell if it's the weed in his system or just you being yourself but he's hypnotized. namgyu's staring at you with a starved look in his eyes, scanning your face, looking for something.

"namgyu?" you giggle. "the fuck are you doing?"

"'m lookin' at you, duh..."

without looking away from you, he places what's left of the joint in the ashtray and brings his hands up to your face. he cups your cheeks like you're made of fine china. to him, you're the epitome of beauty. they'd make statues of you in ancient greece, he swears. none of them would be able to truly encompass the sheer etherealism of you, though.

before you can register it, his lips are on yours. namgyu's hands slide down your face, down your arms, resting on your hips. your hands slip through his hair as you giggle against his lips.

"you always get like this, baby," you tease.

"mhm, i know... just can't resist you."

his hands slip up the bottom of your shirt. you expect them to be cold, but they're warm against the skin of your torso. his fingers ghost over the most ticklish spots. you know he's aching to hear you laugh. it's like music to his ears.

namgyu moves like honey - slow and sweet. your senses are hightened so every movement he makes feels like pure ecstasy. he drags his lips down your neck, licking and biting the surface as he tugs at the bottom of your shirt. you take the hint, pulling back to throw it over your head.

"that's what i wanted to see..." he mumbles as his lips connect with your skin again. he taps his fingers up your side before moving one of them to your chest. the tips of his fingers toy with one of your nipples.

"have i ever told you how much i love you?" namgyu's words are slurred, barely audible as his teeth work against the skin around your collarbone.

"once or twice, probably," you giggle, trying to save your whimpers for the main course. he pauses, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. the look on his face elicits a cackle from you. he tries to hide his laughter with another peck to your skin but it's to no avail.

"you're distracting me," he whines. namgyu slides his hands back down your sides, latching onto the waistband of your pajama pants. in a single motion, he pulls them and your underwear to your knees. you struggle for a second, trying to kick them off, and he laughs at you because "you look so dumb".

"maybe help me next time?" you suggest, kicking his thigh lightly.

"nah, i like watchin' you struggle."

"you're an asshole." your words are loving in delivery, despite the harshness. namgyu knows. oh, he knows.

"yeah but i'm your asshole."

"no you are NOT." you laugh, and so does he. namgyu's yours - that's undeniable, just as much as you're his. he's unable to communicate his feelings without his words coming out as gibberish. he flicks your forehead gently before rocking back on his knees, pulling his boxers to his knees. his cock springs out, already achingly hard and dripping.

"hey, little guy," you tease, waving at his dick. namgyu stares at you, completely deadpan. that doesn't last very long at all. he gets so giggly when he's high... there isn't a single thing that wouldn't make him laugh. you know this. hell, you're playing into it. you can't help it.

"you're so weird," he snorts. his gaze shoots over to his night table. he reaches over, opening the top drawer and scavenging through it to find a condom. he tears it open with his teeth and your breath hitches. it's gotta be one of the hottest things he's done in the past hour.

"c'mon, nam, wanna feel you," you whine. he lines himself up with your entrance. that's what he was waiting for; the desperation, the begging, your sheer need to feel him inside of you. who is he to deny you?

you let out a satisfied sigh as his length fills you up. namgyu presses a kiss to your forehead as he thrusts into you, just once.

"that good?"

"mhm, yeah," you hum, throwing your arms around his neck. his pace is slow, so lazy, but it's just what you need. a hand cups your face, thumb caressing the surface as each thrust sends warm shocks through your body.

"look so pretty under me, babe." namgyu's voice strains, cracking into a moan as his eyes flutter shut for just a second. you pull him down to you, pressing your lips against his. you savor the way his lips feel, every place they touch. it's like you can feel him deeper than every before. every touch isn't just a touch, it's like a connection that you can't explain. it makes sense in your head, you think. that's all that matters.

his lazy pace rocks your body in his pillow, his headboard letting out creaks every few seconds. you feel a little bit bad for his apartment neighbors, but you're to into it to really care. moans spill out of your mouth. namgyu's name is like a mantra. the air is like molassess - all warm and sticky-sweet. this is the rawest your relationship will ever be. you're at your most vulnerable, bared in front of each other like this.

"namgyu," you sigh. his name tastes like sugar on your tongue. "i love you."

"fuck, i love you too, baby." his lips reconnect with yours. you can feel every inch of him on your body. his hands grip your sides and you can feel the metal of his rings against your flesh. namgyu's hair, despite having been tucked behind his ears, brushes against your cheeks. his warmth is all-encompassing and you swear, the orgasm brewing inside of you is going to make you see stars.

"'m close, gyu," you mumble into his lips. he swallows your moans like they're an intoxicating, unescapable substance that he needs to survive.

"me too."

namgyu's hips rock against you, faster, deeper. he always gets like this when he's about to cum. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, a moan leaving his mouth. his hot breath on your shoulder causes goosebumps to run down your body. he lets out a faint chuckle as his hips stutter and it's enough to send you over the edge. the delectable warmth of your orgasm makes you clench around namgyu's cock. your nails dig into his skin as his name leaves your lips again.

"that's it," he mumbles. namgyu buries his cock deep inside of you as he cums, nibbling the skin of your neck as his body faintly shakes against yours. he lets out a satisified, tired sigh as he pulls out of you, rolling onto his side.

he's quick to clean the both of you up. usually he wouldn't rush, but he knows you're getting tired and he wants you to sleep comfortable. namgyu finds a t-shirt for you to pull on, tossing you your underwear before flopping back onto the bed. he throws his arm around you and pulls the covers over the both of you. his lips press into your forehead. you're silently basking in the afterglow, listening to the faint sounds of his tv. you subconsciously match your breathing with his.

"love you," namgyu mumbles, resting his head on top of yours. you fall asleep quickly, and him, not long after. nights like these quickly become a staple in your relationship.

#asksies :33 #nyam >_<#this was like... really fun to write #i may go back through and like rewrite this sometime #but i think this is pretty ok for something i wrote at 1 in the morning :3 #namgyu x reader #namgyu #namgyu squid game #player 124 #player 124 x reader #squid game #squid game 2 #squid game season 2

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liketheletter-l · 10 months ago

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31 and donatello plsssss - rem

cursed/turned into an animal

HAD A TON OF FUN WITH THIS ONE HEHEHEHE

no trigger warnings, just obscenely sappy twins

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“Leo, stop laughing at him.”

Leo does not stop, because every time he looks at the tiny, fluffy, angry kitten that was his twin brother two minutes ago, he like physically CAN’T handle it. He’s been laughing for those entire two minutes and he’s getting a little lightheaded.

“Sorry, sorry,” Leo wheezes, tears streaming down his face.

Raph pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re not sorry.”

“I’m not sorry, look at him.” The kitten Donatello skitters backwards on the sofa and hisses at him. Leo opens his hands and makes kissy noises. “C’mere Tello-lello, don’t you want a snuggle?”

Donnie makes a swipe for his face, claws out, but Leo dances backwards with his super fast ninja reflexes. Donnie tries to scratch Leo even when he’s not a cat, so it’s pretty par for the course.

Leo spreads his hands innocently. “Come onnn.”

“Leo,” Raph says, exasperated, probably envisioning Donnie taking Leo's eye out. “You can't tease him the whole time.”

“You have no idea how long I can tease someone,” Leo says haughtily. “But for real. I promise I'm not gonna hurt you, D. Just hoping to help with some data collection.” The data being: are those tiny fluffy ears really as soft as they look? Can we get a cuteness rating on the little toe beans, a standard ten scale, please?

Leo reaches out a hand for Donnie to sniff, which he bites immediately and mercilessly. OW. Okay. That one's fair. An acceptable sacrifice. Leo scoops the tiny kitten into his arms. Donnie meows angrily at him, high and shrill, probably scared. But Leo is an expert in Donatello and this is no sweat.

“Look, you’re okay, D.” Leo puts his hand on Donnie’s back, the fragile, shivering thing in his arms. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Promise.”

Donnie meows again, weaker. Leo’s not a monster. He knows it must be scary to be suddenly so small and so vulnerable. Earlier Donnie was backed into the corner, hissing, in full panic mode.

Leo tucks Donnie under his chin and hums, trying to convey incredibly warm and soft vibes. The gushy stuff, the sort of embarrassing sappy shit he would N-E-V-E-R say out loud even with a gun to his head, the I would die for you thing and the you’re safe with me I promise thing. Maybe one time when they were eight, Donnie found Leo hiding under his bed during a thunderstorm, and he crawled in there with him and rested his head on Leo’s shoulder, a flashlight and a book with too many big words for Leo to really understand but what he did understand was that his twin was there and he was safe.

“I’ve got you,” Leo says, so softly he has plausible deniability. Donnie brushes against his chin and Leo can feel his little heartbeat slowing under the feather-soft fur. Really really quietly, he starts purring.

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herecomethatboi · 1 year ago

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Dbd killers x gn!reader pt. 3

Part 3 of mc getting slammed against the wall lol

Guys I need more, feel free to send me any kind of request (nsfw abc, sfw abc, more parts for this silly series etc)you have and i'll gladly write them all :D (when my final exams are finally over hahaha)

Also, I was drunk when I wrote this and I trust drunk-me with writing. He's better at writing than sober-me, so here's an unedited "masterpiece"!

ENJOYYYY 🩷🩷

The Mastermind:

At the start of the match you saw the gray metal box right next to you and knew exactly who you were up against.

You weren't thrilled at all, Wesker or "Mastermind" -as the Entity called him- was such a try hard with his skillful dashes, that you sometimes questioned if he actually was just doing it since "it's better strategy" and not for the fact he enjoys doing stunts like that.

You sighed as you rummaged around the other normal chest you found -since you forgot to equip an item- and found a flashlight, which was perfect.

Then, you heard his little chuckle Wesker does, before he dashes and was swept up immedietly and thrown quite far away.

You groaned at the impact, but got up and ran, the killer close on your tail.

Just in time, you found a pallet and smacked it on top of his head, flashed the flashlight into his face -which usually angers him a lot- and then ran more.

This back and forth between you two continued, and three gens already popped, which you were glad about.

But, alas, your confidence came back to bite you in the ass.

Wesker caught you again, slammed you against the shack, and just kept you there, while he grinned.

"Caught you now." The killer was so so close, your lips almost touched.

He was amused in his own twisted way. An ordinary human made him run so much, but in the end, was caught easily.

"Gonna hook me now?" You squeked out, your throat was held tight with the uwuburos, making breathing difficult.

Awh, you're adorable. A little mouse, if you will. Wesker knew the Entity's rules, but eventually, he will have his fun with you.

Another gen popped.

"Oh no, i'm keeping you here." He said, gave you a little peck on the lips, just to confuse you even further. Nootherreasonwhatareyoutalkingabout.

Then stepped away, but the virus stayed, locking you against the wall. "Your performance was above average. Congratulations." He bowed. "You gained the tiniest respect from me."

He left with a smirk. You tried to claw away the black thing that just didn't seem budge or tear away. So, you gave up. You looked up into the fake dark sky, thinking...

What the Hell did you get into.

The Nightmare (Freddy Krueger):

The dream realm was a tricky thing to navigate in. You sometimes were weirded out by the bloodpools that scared the living shit out of you, when you accidently stepped into them.

Today, there were no generators. Which made you uneasy. What the heck is going on?

You walked into the main building and tried to listen.

Then, the laugh. That annoying, weird, freaky laugh Freddy made, then you were in the dream realm. You looked around, like a deer in headlight. Trying to listen in on the killer.

"What the Hell is going on?" You asked out loud. You turned around and there he was, leaning against a generator that was NOT there a second ago.

"A new game." He simply amswered with a grin. Freddy seemed too happy. "A little gift from the Entity to me."

"Okay, but wha-"

"Shhh shhh shhh let me finish."

"Sorry."

"Khm. So, easy," he leaned away from the gen and stepped toward you, "you find the fake generator, and you win a price!" His grin told you there was a twist.

"If I don't?"

"... you'll know." He said with a childish innocence. "Good luck!" Then he disappeared.

Great.

After God knows how long, you finally found the fake generator. Which made it bleed, just like in normal trials, and Freddy appeared.

"Now, that wasn't that difficult, was it?"

"What the Hell is your game, Freddy?"

"Making out with you."

"What??" Before your shock truely registered, you were up against the bloody generator with him kissing you roughly.

You tried to push against him, but there was no use, of course there wasn't, you mentally rolled your eyes.

So, you just let it happen.

The kiss wasn't... Bad. You sadly had to admit.

Freddy held you surprisingly gently by the waist and neck. But his kiss was bruising and he did bite your lower lip more than once.

You started to actually kiss back and held his waist in one hand, while the other was on his shoulder.

Why were you kissing back? What the Hell is wrong with you? You don't know, but it feels... Right?

Then, you woke up wide eyed. You blinked a thousand times and just stared above you. The roof of your tent cleared up from the blurry image it was. Then you just... Licked you lip, feeling it was dry and had a smoky taste.

WHAT. THE. HELL????

#dead by daylight #dbd x gn reader #dbd x reader #freddy krueger #freddy kruger x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #x gn reader #gn reader

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uhohbestie · 1 month ago

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Please don't take this as hate; I don't mean it as a baseless negative remark against your fic, I mean this genuinely. I recently read TAMN and it personally wasn't for me, but given the popularity I want to know if I'm misinterpreting something or if maybe this just isn't my cup of tea (which, again, for the record is of no grievance to you, that would just be my own issues lol).

I think my biggest gripe with it was Grian as a character. Throughout the whole story, even as he justified his own actions and the narrative explained his reasoning, I hated him. And obviously, this was the point. We were meant to hate him, he's kind of a peice of shit. However, later in the story it kinda felt like there was a narrative push for Grian to be "redeemed" in his own way (namely around the time of the bite and beyond), but it still didn't feel justified to me. Scar had developed a toxic dependance for Grain, which was reasonable, given the circumstances, but Grian made efforts to course correct that, at least to me, paled in comparison to what was done. Still, the narrative forgave him, Scar forgave him, and I'm wondering if it was meant for the reader to forgive him too? The narration repeatedly explains that in any other circumstances, Grian would not have been forgiven. But is he meant to become a character we understand for his flaws? I feel like the resolution was too short for me to fully be able to rationalize that, and the main conflict wasn't resolved until what felt like the final moments. For all the bad stuff that occurred I wasn't sure. Again this isn't meant to put down your art, I'm just legitimately wondering. Thank you for your amazing contribution to so many's lives /gen

Hi! Really glad you sent this ask actually, cuz it gives us the space to talk openly about this! I'm gonna address the start of this generally and then move into TAMN in specific, just for clarity's sake. (And fwiw, not all of this is directed at you Anon, but more-so your ask being used as a jumping point to talk about this topic in general!)

So, putting TAMN (and our own biased feelings as the authors of it LOL) aside: I think that most people who've been in any fandom for a long enough time know that just because something is popular, doesn't mean it's good. And at the same time: just because something is good, doesn't mean it will be popular. What people tend to gloss over, though, is: just because something is popular or good, or maybe even both at once, doesn't mean you have to like it.

You are allowed to dislike or even hate a fanwork Just Because™️. You don't have to have a reason for it! In fact, if in trying to find a reason, you end up hurting people who do harmlessly enjoy it, maybe you're better off leaving well enough alone, you know?

All that to say--Lock and I knew when we started writing TAMN, that it would be an unpalatable/unpleasant topic for a lot of people, and we made our peace with that. It was our first fic ever in this fandom, with a controversial topic (cheating) we wanted to expound on, in a genre (zombie AU) that not everyone likes, so we knew not everyone would find it to their tastes. And that's okay! People are allowed to be disinterested in what we've written, and to dislike it for its contents! (Not that anyone needs our permission in the first place LOL) That's simply a given with any work you put out into the world, difficult topics or not!

So please don't ever feel like you have to read or have to like something just because others do. Not just when it comes to TAMN, but in anything in life! It's better for all of us if we engage in things we enjoy, and ignore/pass over the things we don't without trying to either: 1) "fix" ourselves to make ourselves like it, or 2) "fix" the thing we don't like to suit our tastes better.

Not everything appeals to everyone and that's okay! :D 💜

Now to get into the specifics of TAMN and the things you've discussed--

Grian is a complex character in TAMN, and it does take quite a while to unravel him. That said, Grian didn't start changing after he got bitten. He started changing the moment Scar caught him cheating.

It can be hard to see plainly because the fic is primarily in Scar's POV for Arc 1 (and Scar is admittedly extremely uncharitable towards Grian in that part), but Grian is constantly trying to make things up to Scar. Keeping him safe from zombies, lifting the heavier objects so Scar doesn't have to push himself, going out into danger so Scar won't have to; it may not seem like much, but Grian does start making an effort to course-correct his behaviour the second he truly processes how badly he messed up.

Later on, Scar himself admits that he brushed aside everything Grian tried to do for him at the start of the fic because he was blinded by his hurt and anger. Scar is imperfect. He let his anger take over, so he lashed out at Grian multiple times (setting Ariana on fire; accusing Grian of coercing him even though it was untrue; etc.) when he shouldn't have, and when it was unfair to. He was petty and unkind several times when they were with KSQ and Grian felt insecure. Scar had his own growing to do, his own character arc, and while you could argue that Grian "deserved" the way Scar treated him, it's important to keep in mind that he was already trying to be better, and Scar (and thus, the reader) couldn't see it until the initial anger, betrayal and, yes, hatred, had passed.

Secondly, I wouldn't really say TAMN is a redemption story. TAMN is more-so about exploring how a damaged person can rob themself of any happiness when they get stuck in a spiral. It's about how Grian kept telling himself that he needed to change and Be Better, when Scar had always loved him for who he was, flaws and all. The only thing Grian really needed to do was apologise, something Scar pointed out to him several times. Trying to completely upend who he was, was a stipulation Grian put on himself, because he couldn't fathom why anyone would or could ever love him the way he was.

Finally, while we definitely intended the narrative to take on a neutral stance on whether Grian should be forgiven or not, I can see where it might seem like the narrative insists on Grian being forgiven. (Probably unconscious on our parts as authors, since we do love Grian sooo so much.) That said, Scar in-text does not forgive him by the end of the fic. He pretty explicitly says that, while he wants to forgive Grian, he's not quite there yet. He asks for time, because while he loves Grian and doesn't want to be without him, forgiveness isn't linear and he can't promise to Be Okay again all at once.

The progression of TAMN isn't "Grian cheats, becomes better through the clarity of death, and Scar forgives him," it's "Grian cheats, learns that his flaws and vulnerabilities don't have to define him, and he and Scar agree to work on their relationship together." TAMN ends with hope--that Grian and Scar have discovered that (for better or worse, depending on who you ask) they'd rather be together, and even if they're not 100% okay right now, maybe, with some teamwork and effort and elbow grease, they could be in the future. We like to think that makes it hopeful, without being too reductively "and they lived happily ever after." :")

As for whether the reader is meant to forgive Grian or not--that's entirely up to the reader. Everyone has different levels of what they can or cannot forgive, and just because one person might forgive someone, doesn't mean everyone can or even should. You can love or hate Grian for what he did, the narrative is just there to tell you that he made an effort. He broke down and let himself be vulnerable, and came out better for it, albeit a little worse for wear. While some might need to see him work at it more and really earn forgiveness, others would be fine with this, or even less. Stories are inherently up for subjective opinion and interpretation.

As far as TAMN is concerned, though, the place that Grian arrived at was enough for Scar, and that's why TAMN ends where it does. Their journey is not over, and it's something we want to continue writing about and exploring, but narratively we had to find an end-point for TAMN, otherwise we'd still be writing it to this day!

Anyhow, I could ramble about TAMN!Grian forever and this has already gotten long enough. I hope this explains some of our thoughts as the authors, but please understand that by no means is this us trying to coax you into coming around on our fic. By the sounds of it, it just might not be for you and that's totally cool! We have plenty of other fics you might like where the characterization is more Hermitcraft and less The-Darkest-Take-of-Life-Series-Imaginable LMAO, and we're so lucky that this fandom is full of incredible fanfics to read.

At the end of the day, TAMN is a fic Lock and I wrote self-indulgently for one another, and we completely get that a fic that we planned out with just OUR tastes in mind might be seriously out of the scope of being considered enjoyable for other people. We're always surprised and so grateful that it's gotten the reception it has, especially because we know what a difficult read it is.

Thank you for reading our fic even though it wasn't your thing, and thank you especially for sending such a polite, non-judgmental ask about it. :") 💜

#TAMN asks #TAMN meta #anonymous #fanfic is a sandbox for all of us to play in!!#and remember that at the end of the day we're all just people having fun :") 💜🔑

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tojisbbg · 1 year ago

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𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨

❝secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought; maybe i just wanna be yours.❞

♡ gojo satoru ♡

a/n: writing another gojo smut since the last one i wrote of him flopped. 😞💔

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

(also, a lot of you have been dming me and it's honestly so sweet, shoot me a message anytime :D)

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader, reader is extremely horny lol (hypersexual??), sassy gojo (he's a little dick sometimes), fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, not edited.

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"well, you look like shit." gojo snorted, entering your dorm room as you woke up from your short-lived night's sleep. you let out a yawn, doing that weird whole body shaking thing before sitting up; rubbing your eyes to see your best friend more clearly.

he looked equally worse as you, dark eye bags, chapped lips, arms crossed over his chest along with a scowl painted on his lips.

"thanks, you don't look any less shitty yourself." you snickered, leaning against the headboard as you watched him roll his eyes before making his way towards your bed; sitting on the edge.

"i wonder why." the white haired male grumbled, a small glare thrown at your direction.

"hmm? i don't know what you're talking about." you innocently batted your eyes, making him narrow his eyes.

"i would've been done studying by two in the morning if you would've stopped blowing up my phone every two seconds about how roughly fucking me would help you memorize the formulas better." gojo complained, making you bite back a laugh.

"well, you could've just go on dnd or block me." you shrugged, indirectly calling him a dumbass.

"you threatened to kill yourself if i did that."

"oh."

"anyways, what time did you stop studying and hit the lights?" gojo changed the topic, examining your tired face.

"i don't know, i think five-thirty?" you tried to think hard, but, recently all these nights where you pulled all-nighters have been a blur.

"not bad, i slept around that time too." he sighed, rubbing his temples while wincing in pain.

"hurts?" you asked, hearing him hum in response.

"yeah, i took painkillers before getting here but it's not really helping." gojo groaned before looking at you through half-lidded eyes, his words making you pout.

"well, i can't really help you with that. but, i can offer you some mind-blowing head instead." a smirk tugged on your lips as you threw a wink at him, making gojo look at you with an unamused look.

"this fucking early in the morning too? god, it's barely seven in the morning." he stared at you in disbelief, making you chuckle.

"jeez, i'm kidding. no need to act like you got a stick up your ass all the time." you stretched, while gojo scrolled on his phone through social media along with his emails.

"you gonna do final revisions on the way to campus?" he asked you with curious eyes, making you let out a hysteric laugh.

"fuck no, i stayed up till five something reading and writing notes until my fingers went numb. i couldn't even fuck myself to sleep because of the pain." you casually answered, making gojo's nose scrunch up in distaste.

"fucking hell, y/n, you're filthy." gojo commented, making you laugh before you crawled towards him, sitting on his lap as you pinched his cheeks.

"but you love me." you cooed, squishing his cheeks into a pout as he let you. gojo's arms instinctively were wrapped around your waist to make sure that you don't fall and crack your head open.

"unfortunately." he sighed.

this is how it has always been for you and gojo, his inevitable torture starting from when you both were in diapers. both of your families were extremely close, your mother being high school besties with his mom.

of course, both women decided to continue this legacy by making sure that their children grew up together. so, you've been stuck to gojo by the hip.

gojo's family was extremely wealthy, like filthy rich. his father owned one of the biggest company in all of japan. your parents, however, owned a humble sushi place in kyoto.

nonetheless, gojo never looked down on you or treated you like you were some ant that could be stepped on. he was like your protective shadow, scolding you when you acted out, being there to comfort you when you were down or struggling, and he dealt with all your stupid jokes.

as you both grew older, puberty hit like a truck.

no, not even a truck; like a fucking tsunami.

your body matured and your hormones went absolutely wild. you don't know what the hell happened, but you craved for sexual pleasure so often. after discovering the magic of masturbation, you did the act almost religiously.

your jokes were pure filth, full of suggestive language. it was like the only thing that circled your mind was dick, dick, dick, sex, sex, cum, cum.

no, quite literally.

you were horny almost 24/7 for some unknown reason.

oh, and you were still a virgin. yeah, shocking.

your situation wasn't helped after realizing how fucking hot your best friend became either. gojo began to hit the gym, basically turning into a gym rat in high school as you accompanied him after school every day before heading home together. he became beefy and so fucking tall, nearly 6'4ft.

no wonder why girls in high school chased him like he was the jackpot. well, they still do now that you both attended college.

though he was a pretty face, gojo was smart as hell. well, the both of you are; it was kinda like a mutual academic rivalry you both had. of course, it was all for shits and giggles.

he was a math nerd, meanwhile, you hated the subject with a burning passion. you liked english better, as your reading and writing skills were beyond talented. so, you and gojo made a fair deal, he'd help you with your math homework while you'd help him with english.

sometimes you both would do each others homework when it was time to cram study for other subjects. the subject you both have a common liking towards was science.

people sometimes mistakenly thought that you and the snow haired male were a couple. the truth is, you both were just super close best friends. gojo got used to your dirty jokes and remarks, no longer affected by them, as it was like common language for him now.

"can you eat the damn banana like a normal person for once?"

"why? you wish i was deepthroating the banana in your pants instead?"

"y/n, which outfit looks better? the first or second one?"

"neither, stay naked and let me smash, pleaseee."

"oh my god!! you look so handsome satoru, i'm literally gonna cum on your face."

"look at you wearing that tight black compression shirt, you slut!"

"put on a shirt and cover those tits before i suck them, toru!"

"y/n, i'm at that one plushie store downtown and there's like a bunch of sanrio shit. imma get that one hello kitty headband you were looking last night for you."

"oh my god?? hello, what the fuck, i'm literally gonna let you say hello to my kitty, toru. ugh, i love you so much."

"do you need help on doing your sit-ups? i could hold your legs down."

"yeah, but don't come too close or else my pussy is gonna start pulsating your name in morse code."

"i don't know what to get you for christmas, y/n."

"how about you lathered up in coconut oil and wrapped in a cute pink coqutte bow under my tree?"

"you horny fuck, oh my god."

"you idiot! i don't care if they taste bad, i told you to suck on those cough drops to help you soothe your throat."

"but i'd rather suck your balls, satoru."

"for the love of god, seek therapy."

"sex therapy with you?"

"you gonna stay on me forever or get ready for class before we're late for our last final exam?" gojo playfully pinched your side, making you yelp as you rubbed the site.

"jerk, i was thinking about how this is the perfect position for me to cockwarm you." you said, earning a flick to the forehead.

"you got ten minutes or i'm leaving you." gojo ignored your whines, standing up with you still clung onto him like a koala.

"satoruuu, i don't wanna go! they're gonna brutally torture me for the next hour based on organic chemistry." you dramatically cried into the crook of his neck.

"the school is gonna kick us out if we don't take this exam, y/n. it's worth like sixty-five percent of our final semester grade. besides, we both studied hard for this. you'll be okay." he rubbed your back comfortingly, making you pull away with a huff.

"you have enough money to buy the entire university, satoru."

"my dad is gonna burn me alive, y/n."

"okay, fine! i have a better solution. how about we start an onlyfans? you know, we both could occasionally do solos or you know... fuck each other too! like-"

"no."

"satoru!! hear me out." you tried to reason, but gojo knew it was all bluffing and you just wanted to stall. so, he forced you down from his hold, making you stand on your feet as you looked at him with a glare.

"ten minutes, you big baby." gojo said before leaving your room.

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it felt like you just survived a war, coming back home with nothing but trauma written all over your face.

what the fuck was that exam?

all those hours of studying this entire week, sleepless nights, missing meals... all gone to waste?

you punched in your lock combination on the small keypad outside your dorm room, hearing the small beep as the door unlocked. with a twist of the knob, you opened the door and entered. you saw the familiar pair of shoes by your door, not paying much mind to it as you kicked your own shoes off to the side.

you saw gojo leisurely laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

"when did you get here? the exam didn't start until eight." you asked, your voice barely audible from how exhausted you were, physically and mentally.

"like fifteen minutes ago. my proctor started the exam like twenty minutes early by accident, since the clock in that room was broken." he explained, making you nod your head as you walked to the couch.

you tapped his long legs, ushering him to bend them so that you had space to sit. a moment of silence graced the atmosphere, neither of you uttering a single word.

"it was shit." you both blurted out at the same time, looking at each other with equal shock.

"you too?!"

"fuck yeah. i mean like, what kind of formulas were those?!"

"i know right?? it was like another language, completely different from the review packets."

"man, i should've just given up and fucked myself to sleep. at least, i'd get some good sleep."

"bro, you and fucking yourself. one night without having your fingers inside your pussy won't kill you." gojo sat up, shaking his head in disbelief that your concern was something so ridiculous.

"uh, yeah it will since you're clearly depriving me of your dick." you retorted, making him roll his eyes.

"whatever. what are you gonna do now?" he asked, leaning towards the small table to grab his water bottle, opening it to take a sip.

"have rough kinky sex with you." the words casually flew out of your mouth, catching the snowy haired male off guard as he choked on his water.

"i'm being serious!" he said in between his coughs, watching your laugh at his reaction.

"i'm gonna sleep, what else, idiot? i need my brain to rest and recover from all that trauma. besides, we do this every time when it's finals season, satoru. you got amnesia or something?" you joked, patting his back to help him stop coughing.

"sorry, my brain is malfunctioning. my dorm or yours?" gojo asked after clearing his throat.

"since you're already here, let's sleep in mine. i'm gonna go change into something more comfortable. if you wanna change out of those, there's a spare pair of your sweats and t-shirt in my closet." you informed him, making him nod as you both got up and headed towards your bedroom. you grabbed your clothes and headed into the bathroom to freshen up and change into them, giving up your bedroom to have gojo change.

after finishing up, you walked back into your room, seeing gojo already inside your bed; looking like he was half dead. you snorted, walking over to the other side before placing yourself on the empty spot.

"don't hog the blanket, or else i'll kill you."

"no promises."

with that being said, you scooted closer to gojo, in need of feeling his body's warmth against you. it wasn't anything new, this was sort of a tradition you guys did after finals week was over. you both slept for hours together.

you threw your legs over his waist, tugging onto gojo's shirt as he laid down while facing the ceiling.

"hold me, 'toru." you mumbled, your movements slightly bringing him back to life. gojo groaned in annoyance, turning his body to now face you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"better?" he spoke into your hair, which was slightly tickling his nose. you nodded your head, your cheek pressed against his chest as you inhaled his scent.

gojo always smelled sweet with a mixture of expensive cologne.

a few minutes passed, and you could hear his heartbeat slowing down, indicating that he was falling asleep.

"hey, you awake?" you poked his cheek, making his eyebrows furrow.

"no." gojo murmured, eyes still closed.

"you know, satoru, if you jerk off before going to sleep then your sleep is gonna be like ten times better. science says it helps release stress and improves blood flow. if you want, i can jerk-"

"go to sleep, y/n." gojo sternly cut you off along with your wonderful visual of how you'd jerk him off, giving your thigh a light smack before resting his hand there. you let out a small whine, playfully biting his cheek.

you saw gojo's eyes scrunch, making you sigh.

"sorry." you mumbled to yourself, as gojo most likely didn't hear you since it seemed like he was already asleep. you pressed a small kiss on the spot you bit before snuggling into his neck. your arms and legs tightly wrapped around his body, fingers finding home between his snowy locks.

"it's okay." was the last thing you heard before you were no longer able to resist sleep.

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gojo stirred in his sleep, mumbling incoherent words as he felt the constant buzzing noise vibrating on the bed. he painfully opened one eye, half-lidded, as he realized you were still tightly tucked way in his arms. you snored softly against his chest, lips pouted, making him tempted to kiss you.

the snow hair male tried to find the source of the buzzing sound, grabbing a hold of his phone only to see that his phone was dead. gojo's eyebrows furrowed in confusion 'cause then what the hell is it?

his eyes landed on your phone which was shoved under your back and gojo momentarily saw your screen flicker open. bingo! it was your phone that was annoyingly going off.

gojo grabbed your phone, deciding to silence it for you, even though you were passed out like you're dead; so you most likely didn't hear it anyways. but, he was a light sleeper and your stupid phone was keeping him awake.

as the screen flickered open again, gojo saw that you had well over a thousand notifications. his eyes widened, you were never the type to be social. of course, you weren't a loner or something of that sort; you had friends whom were also gojo's friends.

but, the both of you kept your friend groups small and restricted so avoid any unnecessary drama.

"tumblr?" gojo mumbled under his breath, knowing that it wasn't his place to snoop around. but, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. the notifications were all indicating that people hearted a post you made along with commenting hearts and all that shit.

a weird feeling bubbled inside him, something in between the lines of possessiveness and anger.

so, he decided to investigate, knowing that it was wrong but he couldn't help himself. it was convenient that his face id was added onto your phone, just like how yours was added onto his. after unlocking your phone, he found the tumblr app.

at first, gojo thought it was a dating website as it sounded very familiar to tinder. but, he would soon be proven wrong as he saw a feed full of different blogs and writing.

gojo's curiosity ran wild, silently exploring the new waters he was introduced to. he clicked on your notifications list which was flooded with heart and comments.

not any comments, but horrendously down bad thirsty comments.

sanemiswh0re: ahhh author!! i'm literally running laps, this was so good!

localbbg: this was pure filth and i loved every word of it!

cherrytones: hello?? i need a toru in my life! a tear just ran down my thigh.

yourhotgf: bro wtf, white haired men 🔛🔝 of me!! toru with that big dick energy?? lord, i need him in me so bad.

gojo's eyes widened at the comments while he scrolled. toru? it's a silly little nickname you've been calling him ever since you were kids. since when did you write stories? and... they were about him too?

he clicked on one of the comments which led him to said story, making him smirk as the naughty photo used in the border was enough to give him an idea. gojo settled in bed comfortable, with you still wrapped around him, without a fucking clue of what that menace just found.

"jesus.." gojo breathed out in shock, reading the pure filth you wrote of him and the 'y/n' used in the story, but he assumed that she was based off of you. it was no use denying it, the male character toru resembled too much of his personality and the female character y/n resembled you a lot too.

he wasn't even halfway done yet, but it seemed like you wrote an entire hour long porn script. your writing was so descriptive, describing the sex scenes in such a pornographic yet sensual way. gojo would be lying if he said it didn't make his heart flutter and cock throb.

were your fantasies of him always this dirty?

did you always want to be manhandled by him? praised and teased? being slutted out? a mix of a gentle dom that was a little witty?

god, where did you hide all of this?

of course, you were never ashamed of your vulgar comments and jokes that you threw at him. but, gojo always brushed them off because he grew accustomed to it. however, this was completely new to him.

your smutty writing of him and you made him feel hot and bothered. he knew you were dirty, but not this dirty.

you began to wiggle in his arms, stirring awake as you made a few groaning sounds.

"hmm, time... toru." you groggily asked, eyes still shut as you waited for a response.

"it's 8:23." gojo replied, still not bothered to place your phone back to where he found it. instead, he continued to surf through your dashboard to which he found more of these smut of him.

"why are you awake so soon?" you yawned, cracking an eye open only to wince from the sudden light exposure.

"had a leg cramp." he lied, making you grimace.

"ouch, you should've waken me up then." you commented, your hand find his as you played with his really long and thick fingers. it was a habit to toy around with the rings that wrapped around them.

"you looked too peaceful to disturb. besides, i found something to read in order to kill time." gojo boldly said, making you hum in amusement.

"oh? and since when have you been a bookworm? please, do enlighten me." you teased, making him chuckle. a smirk etched onto his lips, trying to collect his words before attempting to send you into cardiac arrest.

"it's actually very interesting, i have to say. i never thought i'd be into erotic romance." he started out, and the very unexpected words leaving his mouth made your heart pound inside your chest.

he was reading that shit besides you and you had no clue?

"jeez, and you call me a horny dog?" you scoffed.

"well, maybe it's torusluvr who's the real horny dog." he dropped the bomb, making your heart stop it's usual cardiac rhythm as you heard your tumblr account's username. you shot awake from bed, eyes meeting his playful ones as the color drained from you face.

"what? how did you-" you were a stammering and confusing mess, searching for your phone until you looked at his hand.

"looking for this?" gojo waved your phone, the screen on full blast lighting and filled with words of nothing but sex.

"give me my phone back, satoru." you panicked, trying to grab your phone from his grasp. but, gojo's body structure was stronger, bulkier and taller than yours; so you struggled.

however, gojo took your struggle as a form of amusement. he noticed how your face was covered in a blush from being caught red-handed, movements so shaky and alarmed.

it was kind of cute.

"nuh uh." gojo suddenly tossed your phone to the side before grabbing both of your hands. a yelp escaped from your lips as you were pinned to the bed in mere seconds, gojo's body hovering above yours as he slotted himself between your legs.

you gulped nervously, your cheeks growing warmer as it suddenly felt too embarrassing to look at gojo in the eyes. you were a mere ant compared to his body, his stature standing at six feet four inches, and his body was beefy as hell yet so soft to the touch.

"does this turn you on, y/n? hm? being manhandled by someone who's twice your size." the white haired male teased, his husky voice due to his previous slumber sent heat waves to your cunt.

"satoru-"

your words were cut short as gojo leaned closer to you, grinding his hard on against your throbbing cunt, making you gasp.

"satoru? what happened to toru?" he whispered, shoving his face into the crook of your neck, taking a minute to inhale the scent of your perfume which has been permanently engraved into his senses and brain.

"stop joking around, we're friends... best friends." you tried to reason, watching his eyes darken.

"oh? and do all best friends write porn worthy shit about each other?" gojo snickered, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. your throat went dry, words getting stuck.

"i guess we can't be best friends anymore 'cause i wanna recreate all that shit that i read— with you." a smirk tugged on his lips and before you could even process what the hell was about to go down, you let out a small whimper after feeling him bite down on your collarbone before peppering soft kisses on the abused skin afterwards.

"toru... please." you desperately begged, needing some kind of friction between you and him to relieve the ache between your thighs.

"i bet if i touch that cute little pussy of yours, my fingers are gonna come out glossy wet, yeah? should we test it out, y/n?" gojo continued to pester you with his teasing remarks, making you blush further at them as you were to embarrassed to have him find out about the wet patch that was created on your panties by now.

you shyly nodded but this wasn't enough for gojo to take for an answer. you felt a small pinch on the plush flesh of your thigh, making you wince.

"use your words, y/n. you didn't shy out when you were right all that stuff about me and you." he scoffed, making you whine in embarrassment.

"touch me, toru... i need to feel your fingers." your voice was meek, throat getting dry as you desperately bucked your hips upwards. gojo cocked an eyebrow, watching your body squirm underneath him in amusement.

"so needy." gojo laughed, rubbing your thighs before giving it a small squeeze. your body grew warm and your face flushed red from his touch. you've fantasized about this moment for so long and now it was finally happening.

gojo's fingers hooked on the waistband of your shorts about to pull them down until your hand came down to stop his movement. he was a little confused and felt a little guilty because he didn't know if he was moving too fast for you or made you uncomfortable.

"you okay?" gojo asked with genuine concern washed on his face. you bit down on your lips, averting your gaze from his.

"i'm not wearing any lace and my panties aren't even matching with my bra." you said in a little panicked voice. gojo was a handsome jerk and this most definitely wasn't his first time sleeping with someone.

you saw his hookups, they were always the prettiest of the prettiest girls. they looked like polished gems, wearing fancy feminine clothes in contrast with your hobo looking outfits, hair and nails were always done... they were like runway models.

you couldn't help but feel a little insecure. you knew that satoru was different, but that small part of you still felt like perhaps this was still some kind of cruel joke the universe was playing on you.

the books you read always gave the female lead a perfect body free of blemishes, wearing expensive and sexy matching undergarments and so much more.

while here you are with unmatched undergarments, a completely inexperienced virgin who only knew how to shamelessly masturbate to find relief while fantasizing about her best friend.

"hm? so what? they're coming off anyways, princess." gojo reasurred you with a soft smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your lips. without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck, indulging in the sweet taste of his lips. he used the strawberry carmex lipbalm religiously.

the kiss was slightly messy, as you were still a little inexperienced in this area as well. you can't remember the last time you last made out with someone, so your teeth clashed with his here and there. but, gojo never complained, he drank in your mistakes and guided you with the fluid movement of his lips and tongue.

the white haired male gave your bottom lip a gentle bite, one of his hands grabbing your jaw to keep your head in place while his other hand pulled down your shorts. gojo threw the annoying article of clothing on the floor, pulling away as a string of saliva connected the both of you.

he looked down and if it was possible to get any harder than how hard he was right now, gojo thought he might've exploded already. you laid under him like a pretty gem, face flushed and your lips swollen as you panted a little from the breathless kiss. a small grin tugged on his lips, the hand grabbing onto your jaw now coming to stroke your cheek.

"just relax for me, princess. let me show you just how much better reality is than your little stories." gojo whispered, leaving open mouthed kisses on your jaw that were leading south until he was peppering kisses on your neck.

you decided to take a leap and pull your t-shirt off, catching gojo off-guard by your sudden eagerness. a genuine smile was forming on his lips at how adorable you looked. your cotton panties had a strawberry pattern on it with a tiny pink bow on the front and your bra was a solid blue color; both of which satoru is well familiar with as the two of you did your laundry together.

"stop staring." you embarrassingly pouted, making him let a raspy chuckle escape his lips.

"can't help it when my best friend is this cute." he teased, pinching your cheek which made you yelp.

"shut up and go back to what you were doing." you nagged, making him cock an eyebrow.

"oh? eager are we?" gojo hummed, skillful fingers whisking your bra off in a matter of seconds, your tits spilling out of the cups that held them. you averted your gaze from him after seeing how gojo's eyes widened, feeling your face grow hotter by the second.

"look at me, y/n."

"no."

"look at me."

"eat my ass."

"i will."

"satoru!" you gasped, finally looking at him as his response caught your attention. however, gojo didn't pay too much mind to it as brought a hand down to fondle your tits, watching how you bit your lips at the sudden squeeze.

"don't look away from me, baby. you're such a pretty girl, so let me admire you for a bit, yeah?" with that being said, gojo latched his lips onto on of your nipples, making you whimper.

"shit.." you moaned, feeling the tip of his tongue flicking the sensitive swollen bud. he peered up to meet your eyes, looking so fucking pretty even with a mouthful of your tits. his stupidly charming blue eyes staring into your half-lidded eyes. you brought to stroke his cheek as he continued to suckle on your nipple.

"pretty boy." you cooed, feeling his hand kneed the plush flesh of your thighs before giving it a little spank, making you squeal. being the tease he is, he gave your nipple a gentle bite before releasing the bud with a 'pop' sound.

"you wore my favorite panties." gojo complimented, making you scoff.

"stop saying that to make me feel better about my mix-matched undergarments." you rolled your eyes.

"you could think that my words are lies but it still won't change the fact that i jerked off with those same panties." he shamelessly shrugged after revealing such a dirty secret, making your mouth gape open.

"huh?!" you were at a loss for words, but, for some reason it made your pussy throb at the thought of your hot best friend masturbating to the thought of you.

even if he used your panties.

"mhm... now, let's put them to some use again." gojo pulled down his shorts along with his boxers, completely disposing them to the floor to meet with the rest of your clothes.

your eyes shamelessly came in contact with his cock and you couldn't help but harshly gulp. gojo was fucking hung, not lacking in any area. his dick had to be at least a good seven or eight inches long, a single vein running on the side of the shaft, with a pretty blush pink tip that was angrily leaking with precum.

"feel a little overwhelmed, princess?" gojo sensed your shock, and you truthfully nodded.

"y-yeah... i never-"

"wait, you're still a virgin, y/n?" he genuinely asked and you thinned your lips before nodding. gojo gasped, slapping a hand on his mouth.

"what the fuck? and you wrote all of that with no experience??" gojo was truly amazed as you shyed away from his eyes.

"it's okay if you don't wanna, you know." your throat went dry, a little disappointed that it would end this way.

"fuck you? of course i wanna fuck you, princess. but, are you sure you're okay with me taking your virginity? we could stop and forget about it if you want to, no pressure." he asked in a soft tone, rubbing your hips in a comforting way.

"yeah, i want you to take it, toru. i trust you." you gave him a girlish smile, making his heart jump.

"okay then. i'm gonna prep you real good to make sure it doesn't hurt as much." gojo pressed a tender kiss on your lips. he stroked his cock a few times as a husky groan left his lips, making him sound so sexy.

gojo hooked two fingers to the side of your panties and lifted them up before sliding his cock inside the fabric. you moaned at the feeling of his warm and hard cock sliding past your folds, his wet tip nudging and coating your clit with his precum.

"fuck. you're so wet, baby." gojo breathed out, leaning down to suck on your tits as he continued to thurst his hips back and forth between your folds. your juices lubricated his cock and the stimulation provided to your clit with every nudge of his tip made your eyes roll back.

"oh my god... just like that, toru. please!" you begged, your hand finding purchase to his snowy locks as you pushed his face further to your tits, as he licked and sucked your nipples. gojo's hips never faltered, continuing to glide his thick dick between your slit, feeling your clit throb.

you felt your orgasm building up, making your breath hitch as you whimpered. after a few more thrusts, you gushed on top of his cock as gojo cummed on your pussy, messily spreading both of your juices on your cunt.

gojo pulled his cock out of your panties, seeing how there's a wet patch on the front of your panties. he used his index finger to outline and rub your clit, making you shake from the overstimulation.

"w-wait." you tried to catch your breath but gojo wasn't gonna let you rest until you cummed on his tongue and fingers.

"nope, gotta stretch you out now, princess." he pinched your clit, making your thighs shut close from the sudden impact.

"you little shit." you threw him a playful glare, to which he only stuck his tongue out and use his strong hands to pry your legs open. this time, gojo wasn't going to be so patient. he pulled your panties down and threw them somewhere, his cerulean eyes fixated on your cunt.

"fucking hell." gojo swore under his breath and you couldn't help but think negatively.

"what's wrong?" you asked a little worried.

"i'm trying to hard to not cum again from just looking at this pretty pussy of yours." he groaned, using his thumbs to spread your lips apart, watching how it glistened with both your and his cum from the previous pantie fucking session.

you supported yourself on your elbow as your other free hand pulled his head forward, crashing your lips onto his. you kissed him with need, sucking on his bottom lip before giving it a bite. gojo began to slide his middle finger between your wet folds, making sure to rub your clit at a fast pace.

you moaned into his mouth, which gojo happily drank as he continued to give the neglected bud some attention. his finger stopped at your hole, experimentally shoving it in a little bit. you winced at the sudden intrusion as gojo's fingers were longer and thicker than yours.

"shh.. it's okay." gojo assured, pecking your lips as he entered his finger. your walls clamped down on his finger and gojo couldn't help but groan at how fucking tight you were.

"shit, gonna have to stretch you out quite a bit if this sweet pussy of yours is gonna take my cock. don't wanna rip you apart, baby." gojo chuckled, kissing your cheek before sliding his body down until his face was directly above your wet aching cunt.

gojo licked a fat stripe up your cunt, eyes rolling back at the taste of your pussy. you tasted so fucking good and he knew he'd get addicted. he slurped up all your juices, his tongue circling your clit before flicking it. you gripped onto his hair, pulling his mouth closer to your needy pussy as you basically humped his face.

gojo decided to add in another finger and a guttural moan escaped your throat, feeling him scissoring in the two thick digits in and out of your hole. your legs began to shake at the amount of pleasure you were getting from being tongue and finger fucked at the same time.

"fuck! augh~ i-i'm gonna c-cum!" you moaned as you felt the knot on your lower stomach tighten, your hole enclosing around his fingers as you creamed on gojo's fingers.

"that's it, there you go, princess." gojo praised, drinking up all your cum and licking you clean. your breathing was irregular as you were trying to calm down your erratic heartbeat.

gojo looked up at you with a slutty expression, his lips glossy with his own spit and your cum along with his chin dripping with your arousal.

"think you ready for me, baby?" he teased, placing a playful kiss on your clit before slotting himself between your legs. gojo's hard cock rest on your inner thigh, his eyes giving you a glimmer full of tease and play.

"i think that if you don't put your dick inside me within the next minute i'll kill myself." you dramatically responded, clearly not in the right state of mind due to pleasure fogging up your mind. gojo laughed at your words, leaning in to kiss you.

you could taste yourself on your tongue, but that did not bother you as much as having your throbbing hole empty.

"toruuu~ pleaseee." you whined, bucking your hip up to his in an attempt to get some friction to relieve the ache between your legs.

"my pretty girl needs something, hm?" he continued his banter, making you pout. you trailed your hand down and grabbed his cock, giving it a few pumps and watched your best friend crumble from your touch.

"need your cock inside me, toru." you said in a sultry voice, using the tip of dick to rub up and down your slit, parting your folds. gojo decided to stop being mean and help you, grabbing the base of his thick cock and rubbing it on your dripping wet cunt.

his tip now rested on top of your hole, his eyes looking up at you for further movement. you nodded your head, hands going to the side to grab the sheets.

"it's gonna really hurt bad for a minute but i promise it'll get better. i'll go slow and gentle, 'kay?" gojo offered you a soft smile as reassurance, to which you nodded, fully trusting him to take care of you.

"can you come closer." you asked in a meek voice, and gojo nodded as he leaned forwards so that you could wrap your arm around his neck.

gojo pushed in the fat bulbous tip of his cock, the stretch of something fatter and bigger than his and your fingers immediately burned.

you winced in pain, making him apologize and you told him that it was okay. gojo stayed like that for a little before thrusting the tip of his dick in and out of you to help you get a little used to the intrusion. it took every fiber of his body to have enough self-control to not shove the entire length of his cock inside your cunt and use it like his personal cocksleeve.

"look at me, y/n." he breathed out, making you open your eyes as your eyes were a little glossy. gojo never fucked a virgin before, and you were his best friend, so he wanted to be extra careful to not hurt you.

"i'm sorry." gojo quickly blurted out and you were confused for a quick minute, until you let out a pained cry as he shoved his entire cock inside your pussy inch by inch. he quickly latched his lips onto yours, swallowing your cries as his thumb came down to play with your clit.

your nails dug into his flesh, tears streaming down your face as the stretch of his cock was so painful.

"hurts so much, toru." you sniffled, mumbling your words on his lips.

"it would've hurt more if i went inch by inch slowly. you'll be okay, baby, trust me." with that being said, gojo slid his cock fully out, your pussy missing the feeling of being full. you mewled at the loss of contact, until he slammed his hips back into you, shoving his cock in one go.

within each slow thrust that he gave you, the pain faded away and you were soon drowning in pleasure. your cunt clamped down on his cock, the delicious feeling of the vein on his cock grazing against your wet walls made your eyes roll back.

"such a sweet pussy, fuck you're so tight." he grunted, grabbing your hips in place as his pace was unforgiving. his cock curved and kissed every inch inside your cunt, making you grip the sheets for dear life.

"satoru! i- fuck. wait, it's too much!" you cried out, your vision becoming blurry and you couldn't tell if it was from the tears that were forming due to overstimulation or from exhaustion.

maybe both.

"you could take it, princess. this pussy was fucking made for my cock." gojo moaned, grabbing the back of your knees before pushing them back to your head; placing you in a mating press.

this new angle gave him a better view of your tits bouncing with every thrust along with every ripple of your ass that came in contact with his heavy balls. your free hand came down to play with your clit as the other hand grabbed the back of his head to give him a sloppy kiss.

"feels so good, toru." you slurred, as his cock continued to kiss your cervix, bullying it's way in and out of your aching hole.

"gonna fuck you so dumb, till you become mine." he grinned against your skin, biting down as he placed a slap on your pussy, making you let out a cry.

"please, please, please! i-i'm gonna cum!" you stuttered out, feeling his balls hit against your ass while he continued to fuck your hole. your cunt began to convulse around his cock.

with another thrust, another rub on your clit and a gentle kiss on the side of your neck, you let out the most desperate and needy moan known to mankind as you began to cum around his cock.

gojo began to chase his own high, satisfied with the ring of white cream forming at the base of his cock, fucking you into over stimulation.

"f-fuck, gonna cum. god, i-i love you, y/n." he choked on his words, fingers clawing onto your hips as he gave you one final thrust before release thick wads of hot cum inside your hole.

gojo fell on top of your body with his arms supporting him a little to make sure he doesn't crush you with his weight, cock still lodged inside your wet cunt that was now filled with both his and your cum.

"i... fuck, i love you too, satoru." you whispered, swallowing thickly from how dry your throat was. you stroked his snowy white hair, the both of you breathing heavily as gojo continued to lazily fuck his cum into you.

"you know, i didn't expect you to be a virgin from how horny you are." gojo giggled, making you hum. he rested his head on your chest, playfully taking your nipple in his mouth as he sucked on it.

"well, i guess i got the real life experience now." you gave him a cheeky smile, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

"better than your little books?" his voice was a little muffled due to having a mouthful of your boobs in his mouth.

"mhm, i should write about it." you thought out loud, catching his attention.

"if you have writers block anytime else, just let me know and i'll help you. that's the least i could do for my dear girlfriend." gojo smirked, making you blush at the last word.

"oh? and since when have you declared that you're my boyfriend?" you joked, making him bite your nipple.

"since forever. you're mine now anyways." he pouted like a child, making you laugh.

"fine, so are you finally gonna let me stack donuts on top of it?" you said, making him look at you with a look of disbelief.

"maybe."

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Note

Firstly - i absolutely adoreeeeee all of your works whether they be just tiny little ficlets or longer ones and I'm so happy you share them with the world!!

Secondly - for the writing shenanigans, I would absolutely love there to be something with avatrice sparring near a lake and one of them (or both of them) to end up in that lake somehow!!

oh gosh thanks so much for the love! thank *you* for the support and for playing :D

Ava glances between Beatrice running ahead and the lake, swerves off the path as soon as the idea forms in her mind. "I think I see something!" she calls out as runs.

She hears Beatrice double back towards her but Ava doesn't wait - only sprints faster towards the sparkling water that's been beckoning out to her ever since they started their laps. Beatrice calls out from behind her, closer than Ava expected but it doesn't matter, she's already nearing the water's edge.

"Hmm," Ava intones as she slows down, making a show of shading her eyes with her hand as she looks out at the lake.

Beatrice comes to a stop next to her, tense and searching. "What is it?" she whispers.

Suddenly, Ava lowers herself towards the water. "I think I see it!"

"Ava, what -"

Beatrice's words are lost in the wave of water Ava sends her way.

For several long beats, the only sound is the water dripping off of Beatrice's face, her clothes.

Ava bites back her laugh. "Get it? I see - icy?" Starts to falter when Beatrice doesn't respond, doesn't move. "I just thought it might be nice to cool down since it's been so hot -"

Beatrice raises a wet eyebrow, dark and devastating. "You wanted to cool down?"

Ava can't read Beatrice's blank, damp stare. "Yeah...?" she says hesitantly. The idea had seemed perfect in her head but she should've known, should've stopped to think like everyone's always telling her to do -

But then, to Ava's surprise and terror, Beatrice grins.

Ava barely has time to react before Beatrice has her tossed over one shoulder. "Well you should've just said so."

The words and the sound of splashing distract Ava from her staring contest with Beatrice's leggings - or rather, the generous curves beneath them - and realizes where Beatrice is taking them. She flails, hoping to dislodge Beatrice's grip but her hold is firm and her steps steady even as they go deeper into the water.

"Wait, Bea, I - uh shit - I didn't wear the right underwear for this - fuck - I'll do five extra laps! Ten! - oh hey I think I've developed an allergy to water, so you can't -"

Beatrice can - and does - dump Ava into the water.

Ava surfaces a moment later, sputtering and swearing and glaring. "You're gonna pay for that!" she roars, immediately launching herself at Beatrice.

Beatrice, beautiful, stoic Beatrice, actually giggles.

She also plants her palm against Ava's head and dances away, making Ava nearly lose her balance and fall face first into the water once more. Ava growls but it's all for show - how could she possibly be angry when Beatrice is looking at her with such glee and mischief? It's not often that Beatrice lets herself be light, lets herself be young.

They're in deep enough that the water is at their knees but even with the added drag, Beatrice is fast. Her feints may be lighter and more playful but they still force Ava back, still require her to react.

She's in the middle of fighting off Beatrice's grips when she realizes what's happening.

For a moment, it's as if time slows down. Ava knows this sequence, has drilled it dozens, if not hundreds of times by now: catch the wrist and feed the elbow to the inside hand, arm drag to the outside, turn into the open space for a shoulder throw when the opponent steps back.

She watches Beatrice's hand catch her elbow, feels her own body react by stepping back. Sees Beatrice turning into her to set up the throw.

But Ava doesn't let her.

Before Beatrice can pull Ava's weight forward over her shoulder, Ava somehow manages to spin herself around so that she's facing Beatrice straight on instead. "Ha! I knew -"

The elation turns instantly into weightlessness.

And as Ava's back hits the water she thinks, Of course she fucking knew that I knew.

Ava splutters back to the surface and grumbles as she gets to her feet. "Goddammit, I should've known that was a trap."

Beatrice has the audacity to shrug. "Well, it was my plan B, which I only had to do because you successfully recognized the setup. That's a good thing, Ava." There's a touch of pride in Beatrice's smile and it's enough to fill Ava with new energy.

Ava takes up a ready stance. "So you're saying I have a chance."

Beatrice merely hums. Ava takes it as a yes. Thinks: maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

#writing shenanigans with jt #avatrice #oh gosh writing even the shortest fight sequence really is difficult but this is why i'm doing this lol #stay patient with me y'all #the shoulder throw is a seoi nage! one of my favs even tho i fuck it up more times than i actually hit it lol #i'll see if i can get to one more today but will get to the rest during the week!

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lagataprrr · 10 months ago

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Blame it on the Club's Playlist| Chapter 2 Hey Baby (Drop it to the Floor)

S. Gojo x plus!size fem reader

Warnings: slight dry humping, heavy makeout session, heavy petting, fingering, multiple orgasms mentioned, car sex, Gojo being completely obsessed with reader, readers insecurities maybe getting the best of her

Blame it on the Club's Playlist | Masterlist

Credits to @super-marvel-dc for the gojo divider!!! They have more on their profile🥹

a/n: PART 2!!! thank you to the sweet messages and comments about wanting to be added to the taglist. This one is a little longer and you'll see that the song isn't made too much of like a deal as the previous but that was on purpose swearrrr. ANYways, I hope y'all love it, part three is already in the works as well.

Also! Y/F/D = Your favorite drink just in case anyone was wondering.

Strong hands gripping your thigh, your back arching as you let out a high pitched moan. The euphoric feeling of his warm tongue going in and out of your gushing hole making tingles run through your entire body, your toes curling and the knot in your lower belly tightening. You were about to cum, the feeling making you tremble, your thighs threatening to close.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" His words vibrating against your clit. Moving his lips to suck on that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"O-Oh ngh, fuck-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You jolted awake, your old college sweatshirt sticking to your skin from the sweat that had broken out on your body. The feeling of your underwear so moist and sticking to you made you cringe.

You had another wet fucking dream about him. It's only been about six days since you had gone to the club with your friends. Six days since you had gotten head from that really hot man in the VIP area. Six days since you practically ran away from what could have been the best fuck of your life. Letting out a sigh, you pushed the duvet off you. Your feet touching the cold hardwood floors of your room, as you walked into the bathroom. Stripping off your clothes and turning on the shower faucet, waiting for the water to be as cold as can be. The ice cold water brought a sort of relief to you scalding skin.

It's like ever since Satoru ate you out he left your skin on fire. You can't even forget the way his fingers dragged over your thighs. His mouth on you branding its way into your very core.

Your cunt practically throbbed at the thought of him, a pulsating sensation on your clit making you bite your lower lip. Shaking your head and lathering your body in your coconut soap. The rest of your shower spent on thinking of Satoru.

♡

"Oh come on, you have to come with us tomorrow!" Your friend whined, her grip on your hand tight.

"You have to go and get your man." Your other friend pointed out.

"Absolutely not. I've already embarrassed myself enough." You mutter, your eyes reading over the homework instructions on your laptop screen. Slipping your hand out of your friends grasp to quickly type something in your blank google doc.

Your friends roll their eyes. "He ate you out, he was clearly into you." your eyes widened, looking around the library, to see if anyone had heard your very loud friend.

"For christ sake. Do not keep saying that shit, we're in public."

"Well you were in public too, you know." Your friend pouts and you slap her shoulder. "I'm just saying, you didn't really care."

You shook your head at her antics, typing away. Your other friend giggled, scrolling away on social media. "Just leave her, if she doesn't want to hang out with us its her decision."

You gasp. "It is not because I don't want to hang out."

Your other friend lets out a pout. "You're right, she doesn't wanna hang out with us."

You slumped your shoulders. Knowing they were teasing, and the little voice in the back of your head begging for you to just take a chance. Go with them. Maybe finish what was started. But the other voice, the opposite of this one, denied it. Saying that you shouldn't. You would just embarrass yourself.

But then again, maybe just try? It's not like he's going to be there again right? You can just go, dance, have a few shots again and just have fun with your friends. You're not going because of Satoru. You're going because you just want to hang out with your friends.

Chewing on your bottom lip, pondering, your friends exchanged looks. Already knowing that they would come with you back to your apartment to get ready.

After a few quiet minutes, you turned back to the both of them. "Fine. I'll come with."

Your friends immediately squeal in delight, only for the librarian to come around the corner and shush them loudly. Closing your laptop and stuffing it into your bag. "Okay, I am leaving before the librarian kicks me out because of you two." Your friends laughing as you walked out. Heading down the campus square to the small cafe shop you've accustomed yourself to go too whenever you wanted to be alone. The little bell on the glass door chiming, and immediately your met with the buzzing of students talking amongst themselves, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries baked in the early morning. Getting in line, you pull out your phone, scrolling through social media and answering a couple of messages you've missed when your ears perk up at a table that was a few feet away.

"You're so lame Suguru, we could be doing anything right now. But you just want to be doing this stupid project." Glancing up to see a mop of familiar white hair and wide back. The tall body fit into the small chair of the cafe table. You felt your stomach drop as you recognized him.

"If we get this over with, we'll have the entire weekend to be free, Satoru." His friend with dark locks sat across from him reminded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his own chair. The white-haired man in front of him groaning and throwing his head back, making you panic, turning your head to look elsewhere.

Would he recognize you? No, no he wouldn't. You're not dolled up like you were that night. You're wearing a pair of comfy leggings and a way oversized hoodie, that sort of makes you look a little bigger than you normally are, and your comfy socks covered by your tan colored crocs. Your hair pinned up in a sort of bun, that you were sure your hair was probably falling out of.

"I can take your order now ma'am." Your attention was ripped away to the smiling cashier, which you recognized was a classmate from a class from your last semester. You stepped towards the counter and gave her a small smile. "Hey Y/N, good to see you!"

Forgetting the white haired man sitting a few feet away, you nodded at the cashier in acknowledgement. "Good to see you too. I hope your semester is going well."

"It is. What can I get for you today?"

"Can I have Y/F/D and a cheese danish, please?" The cashier nods, inputting your order into the register. Tapping your student id against the reader, and grabbing the pastry you stepped to the side awaiting for your drink to be prepared.

Engrossed in your phone for a few minutes till your name was called. "Y/N, your drinks is ready." You smiled and thanked the cashier, grabbing the drink and heading out of the cafe.

Completely unaware of a pair of striking blue eyes that would not leave you not even as you walked out of the building, following your figure till you disappeared.

"So I'm going to assume that's her." Suguru says, staring at his best friends dumbfounded face.

Turning his head back at the raven haired man. "Huh?"

"Y/N. The girl you met last Friday that you will not shut up about." He says, taking a sip of his oi cha green tea. "The one you met last Friday? You know the one that ran away from you-"

"Yes, yes thats her. No need to rehash her running away from me." Satoru groans, slumping in the chair with a pout.

"She saw you when she came in."

Satoru sat up at this, his eyes widening. "She did?" A grin forming on his lips.

"Yeah. Saw your dumbass, and turned away. Thought she was gonna run again." Suguru teased and Satoru pouted. "I'm just kidding, man. Look, for all you know maybe she's just shy."

Satoru groaned, laying his head on his open notebook. His cheek squished against the page, creasing the paper making Suguru roll his eyes. Tapping his pen on Satoru's head. "Your creasing your pages."

"Why do you think she ran out on me?"

"Maybe you gave her bad head."

Satoru was quick to lift his head and glare at him. "Excuse you, she came twice, in a row. So no. It can't be." Suguru laughed, shaking his head. Satoru glaring at him as he closed his notebook and stuffing it carelessly in his bag, Suguru doing the opposite.

"Anyways, I don't know man. Maybe she is shy, or she freaked out."

"About what? I was clearly into her, I mean fuck. She was perfect."

Suguru could practically see heart eyes on his best friends face. An uncommon look for him, since usually he's a one and done kind of guy. "What you in love or something?"

"What? No. I'm just saying she was just so pretty. Well, is."

Suguru hums, walking beside his tall friend. The sun illuminating the square nicely across campus, students moving to the dorms and others to their cars.

"You going to the club again tomorrow?" Suguru asks, and Satoru shrugs.

"I don't know. My new Digimon game I ordered arrives tomorrow." He grins and receives a smack to the back of his head.

"Stop being such a idiot, and go to the club. I'll go with you if you want. We can go after practice." Suguru offers and Satoru hums, putting a finger under his chin dramatically thinking. "Offer disappearing in three... two... one-"

"Fine. Fine."

And now here he was. Satoru tapped his fingers against his steering wheel of his blue BMW M8. The rich leather of the steering wheel feeling comforting against the pads of his fingers.

What the fuck? You're Satoru Gojo. Get a grip. Satoru thought to himself, as he shook his head. Putting on his glasses and killing the engine, stepping out of the car and tossing the keys to the nearest valet worker.

"Yo' Gojo." Turning his head, he's met with the familiar sly grin of Toji Zenin, right behind him Suguru and Nanami Kento.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Came to see your pussy ass. Heard all about your Friday night when you were telling Geto."

"Or more like his nosy ass, was eavesdropping when you called." Suguru mutters, and Satoru groans.

"Ever the nuisance." Nanami says and Toji rolls his eyes.

"Whatever, point is, came to get some game too. Since I'm tired of the campus girls."

"Or they could be tired of you and your broke self." Nanami says and Satoru and Suguru snort, walking past security into the loud club. The voice of Toji cussing at Nanami being drowned out by the booming base of the current song playing. Women's and men's heads turned at the group, making Toji grin at the attention.

"Well I don't know about you bums, but I'm gonna go get a piece tonight." Toji says and immediately disappears in the crowd.

"I'm gonna go get a drink." Nanami mutters, and Suguru nods.

"Yeah me too, you want something?" Suguru asks, and Satoru shakes his head.

"I'm heading to the bathroom." and the raven haired man nods, following the blonde head towards the bar.

Satoru walked through the crowd, not really feeling the sweaty bodies that kept bumping into him. Just a few feet of the bathroom until someone else collided into his chest.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry-"

"No, it's fine- Oh! It's you." His eyes focusing on your pretty face. The look of realization falling on your features, as soon as you recognize just the person you bumped into.

"Umm, I think you might be confusing me with someone." You rush, and were about to turn when his hand grabs your forearm.

Your head turns to him, surprise on your eyes and Satoru reluctantly let go of your arm. "My bad."

You nod and head off back to your friends. Leaving a Satoru to once again stare at your ass as you walk away. Wearing another pretty dress that made you look so so good. Even if it was walking away from him.

Before he could even react, Suguru's arm went over his shoulders, passing him a glass of some sugary liquor.

"You might need this tonight, you know, so you can grow some balls again."

♡

"He's here?!" Your friends squeal over the loud music. "What did he say?!"

"Nothing he just recognized me, and I just came back to you guys."

One of your friend groans while the other facepalms. "Seriously?"

"Y/N come on! He clearly came tonight in hopes of seeing you!"

You shook your head, running a hand through your hair. Suddenly feeling out of place, and uncomfortable.

Let her go, la-la-la-la

If your girl wanna play, let her go (ah-ha)

Said let her go, la-la-la-la

The song blared through the speakers, the bass feeling like its directly in your chest. Shaking your head, you grabbed the shot of tequila from your friends hand and throwing your head back. "I'm gonna go dance." Wanting to get away from your friends questions and advice. Getting through the crowd of people and finding a spot the corner of the dance floor, where there were barely people and the colorful lights barely shined on. Swaying your hips to the beat, and trying to drown out the rest of the people.

If your girl wanna play, let her go (ah-ha)

Said let her go, la-la-la-la (ah-ha)

If your girl wanna play, let her go (ah-ha)

Said let her go, la-la-la-la

From afar, blue eyes were on you again, you could feel the gaze. Your eyes looking through the crowd to meet them, and feeling a knot on your lower belly once you did. It felt like last Friday all over again. You became entranced, your body warming up from his gaze all over you. Once again the alcohol in your veins served as a motivator to move your hips to the music. Closing your eyes and letting yourself get lost to the rhythm, entrapped in the beat and the loud pounding of the bass.

Satoru watched you, and he was fully enraptured by you. Unbeknownst to him, he had started moving your way. Making his way through the people, until he reached your little corner. Bringing the sweet drink in his hand and taking a sip. The sweet liquor nursing his nerves, and making the warmth in his skin to start to overheat.

Even with your eyes closed you knew he was right there, the nerves in you beginning to pick up but also your heart beat pounding. Or maybe that was just the loud ass bass from the music? Letting out a shaky breath, and opening your eyes, lifting your hand to him. "Wanna dance?"

Satoru lets out a grin taking your hand, and you pulled him behind you. Your back meeting his front immediately, and Satoru this time was a bit more mindful. Not wanting you to run away again, he kept his hand in yours. In your mind you questioned it.

You ran out on him, you idiot. You thought. Shaking away your doubts, you brought his hand to your hip, placing it there and keeping your hand over his, as a motion for him to hold you. Following your indication, he did, digging his fingers in the fabric that covered your hip, though even with the dress you could feel the burning touch of his fingers.

Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight?

I wanna see what you got in store (hey, hey baby)

You're giving it your all when you're dancin' on me

I wanna see if you can gimme some more (hey, hey baby)

"I haven't stopped thinking of you, since that night." He admits into your ear. Your ass grinds against him, and he was already semi-hard, letting out a low groan against you.

"I haven't stopped thinking of you either." You respond, turning your head slightly to look at him. More like, look at his mouth. His pink lips that had a little glaze from the drink he had been drinking. His breath smelled like sugar, and a teeny bit of liquor. Satoru moved his hips in rhythm with yours, pushing his hard on against your ass making you hum.

"You looked good yesterday, you know." His words make you widen your eyes, looking up into his own. He grins, moving his head closer to your cheek at the corner of your mouth. "Too bad you avoided me, wanted to talk to you." He pouts, placing a kiss on the spot. Your lips itching for him to kiss you.

"You saw me?"

"At the cafe, on campus."

Your breath hitches and you felt your throat run dry. He grins, and brings his drink up to his lip, your eyes watching his every move, the Adams apple on his throat bopping as he swallows. And suddenly you're so fucking thirsty.

You can be my girl, I can be your man

And we can pump this jam however you want (hey, hey baby)

Pump it from the side, pump it upside down

Or we can pump it from the back and the front (hey, hey baby)

"Y/N." Your name sounds so good on his tongue, and it sounded so good to your ears. Making a pulse run through your cunt, and you could already feel yourself become more slick in your juices. "That's your name right, pretty girl?" You nod, Satoru placing another soft kiss on the corner of your mouth and you slowly turned your head, kissing him and moaning at the sweet taste on him. Your lips moving in sync, as he licked your bottom lip and playfully biting it, pulling it until letting go. "Couldn't forget you at all, pretty girl. Even when you ran out on me."

"I didn't mean too." You confess into his lips, grazing the softness of them as you spoke. "Got nervous." You mutter and he nods, grinning. His grip on your hip tightened and pulled you back so deliciously, now practically pushing his hard on up and down your ass.

Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (ah-ha)

Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (hey, hey, baby)

"It's okay, baby."

"Satoru," You whimpered, the vibrations on your body and the heat overwhelming. And Satoru could almost bust a nut at the mention of his name in such a sinful way.

"Say it again." Pressing kisses on your jaw, you let out a low moan.

You grind against him, your hips moving up and down, the song in the background only working as a motivation to continue moving.

Ooh, drop it to the floor

Make me wanna say hey, baby (you can have whatever you want)

Yeah, you can shake some more

Make me wanna say hey baby (you can have whatever you like)

Ooh, you got it, 'cause you make me wanna say hey baby (you know what I want)

Yeah, don't stop it

(I want you tonight)

"Fuck." Satoru curses, your ass felt so fucking good. And suddenly he's starting to feel like a 15 year old again, feeling like he could cum in his pants any second now.

In a second you've turned around, sliding your arms around his neck and bringing him down to kiss him. His hand still on your hip, and the other holding on tightly to his drink. Your fingers lightly pulled on the short hairs of his undercut, making him groan. Giving you the chance to run your tongue on his, spit mingling with his.

Don't hate the game that won't solve it

I want to get with you, mami

Now let me see where the Lord split you (dále)

Pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. You shook your head, still not believing the words coming out of your mouth. "I want more, Satoru."

Like music to his ears, and he's quick to set his drink on a nearby surface and grabbing your hand. Placing a soft kiss on your lips before motioning for you to walk ahead. Though this time, he's guiding you out of the doors. Shooting a quick text to your friends you let him guide you, Satoru grabs his keys from the valet and walks you to where his car was parked. He even had VIP parking, and your mouth dropped at the sight of his car.

He opens the driver side door and settles himself before patting his lap. Realizing the car is a two door, making a feeling of dread for on the pit of your stomach.

"What? No. I'll crush you." It slips out before you could even think what you were saying. Satoru was quick to shake his head, two strong hands gripping your thighs and pulls you forward. Settling you to straddle him as he closes the door and turns on the car, the air conditioner blasting and making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"You could suffocate me with your thighs and I'd thank you, baby." Were his words before he's swallowing your mouth again. You moaned into the kiss, and now that you were on his lap, his rock hard print of his cock was settles right against your underwear. Rocking your hips slowly, Satoru lets go, letting out a groan. Your eyes on him as your mouth a was a bit agape, breathy gasps falling out of it as you grinned your cunt on him. You knew you were wet enough that he probably had a damp spot on his pants but you didn't care. It just felt so fucking good.

His fingers pushed your dress up to the same spot you had told him last time, and he lightly pulled the lacy material of your panties, letting it snap against your hips making you jolt. Taking the opportunities to push his hips up and grind himself on you, "Satoru" You moan.

"Say my name again, baby." He says into your mouth, hands pulling your panties to the and his fingers finding your bundle of nerves with ease. The feeling making you jerk forward, your forehead pressing on his. Practically sharing the same breath as he worked on you. Maneuvering his fingers down and easing them into your cunt, a high pitched whine coming out of you as a shiver ran down your spine. His thumb working on your clit as his fingers curled inside you, pressing on the spongy spot that made you see stars.

"Jesus, Y/N, this pussy is practically crying for me." His words making your thighs tremble. His eyes on your cunt, juices gushing onto his palm as he continued working you open for him. "Look at her, she's crying out to me." You looked down, his hand working wonders on you, and you could see your juices gown down his wrist.

"F-Fuck Satoru-ah- you're gonna make me cum too fast." Pressing a kiss to your jaw, and letting out a chuckle.

"That's the whole point, pretty girl. Gotta work you up, so I can fit."

His words made your mind run with a million thoughts.

Was he being cocky or is he really that big?

Your hips jerked forward from the stimulation and the knot on your belly was impossibly tight. Your brows were pinched and your mouth wide open, filthy moans falling off your tongue and Satoru swore you were the prettiest girl in the entire world as you came on his hand.

He continued to work you through your orgasm, not letting up the pressure of the circles he was drawing with his thumb on your clit making you cry out.

Your arms hugged around his neck, practically smothering him in your tits as you rode his hand. Satoru bit your cleavage, savoring the taste of your skin and you let out a moan. "Pull the top of your dress down for me baby." You did it without even thinking, your tits spilling out and you were so thankful you didn't wear a bra today. Latching his lips on your left niple, Satoru moaned against the bud.

Satoru curled his fingers once more and put more pressure on that delicious spot inside your cunt, your vision going momentarily white as you came again. Your hair sticking to your forehead as you threw your head back. Satoru's eyes watching, drinking in the entire scene in front of him, thanking God for this a million times.

Slowly pulling his fingers out, Satoru grins up at you and brings them to his mouth. Moaning around his fingers at your taste. You felt heat come up to your cheeks at his lewd expression. "So sweet, pretty girl." You shake your head with a shy giggle, and he's quick to lean up and kiss you. Hands working under him to unbutton his pants and pull his hard cock out. Slowly running his hand up and down his girth, groaning.

You look down and your eyes widen.

He's not cocky, he is fucking huge. And it's looks so good, the first thought on your mind is that you want him in your mouth. You don't care if you can't breathe, if you gag, or cry, you just want his cock in your mouth.

You're snapped out of your gaze when Satoru is ripping open a condom packet, and your fingers take hold it. Satoru watching with an open mouth as your hands rolled the condom on him, purposely squeezing your hand around him making him rest his forehead on your tits. Lifitng yourself up a bit, and guiding him between your fold you hiss as his tip bumps into your clit. The sensation making you jolt and Satoru guides your wrist to your entrance, his mushroom tip gliding through the first ring of resistance, hugging it tightly.

"Fuck baby, pussy is just squeezing me in." He's biting all over your chest, holding himself back from just pushing himself to the hilt in one go. "So happy you didn't run away from me this time."

You're a moaning and babbling mess, the stretch of him making tears gather in the corner of your eyes and your pussy practically crying for him to just keep going. Lowering your hips little by little, you could feel him everywhere and soon enough your fully sat on his lap. His cock kissing your cervix and you felt so fucking full.

"S-So big, Satoru." You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. Satoru eases on his assault on your tits, who are now decorated in purple marks all over.

"Too big, baby?" He cooes, kissing along your jawline.

"Move," you whine and he does, lifting his hips up into you making you whine. One hand of his already working your clit as hes fucking up into you. At a certain angle that he shifted his hips his tip bumping that spot again making you let your mouth open with an 'oh'.

Taking mental note, Satoru started fucking into that spot. Your arms now wrapped around his neck, sucking on his tongue to quiet your moans. The knot on your belly already forming quickly, from the stimulation and the feeling of him.

Satoru grunted as he felt the familiar tightness in his balls. You were squeezing him so tight, the warmth of your cunt engulfing his cock even with the condom, making him so close.

"Fuck baby, not gonna last long." He moans into your mouth. "Need you to cum for me, pretty girl."

He's mean as he fucks you, the skin of your thighs practically slamming on his lap as he thrust up to you while one of his hands pulls you down by the hip to meet his thrusts. Your tits bouncing as you moved. He was all over you, his smell, his touch, his taste and his sounds were everywhere and it was riveting.

"Sa- oh fuck- 'toru." The nickname made him clench his jaw, finally pressing a mean circle on your clit making your eyes roll back into your head. The sound of juices gushing out of you making Satoru's ears perk up, and glance down. You were squirting all over him, and holy shit that did it. Satoru's letting out a guttural moan, filling the condom up to the brim. Fucking you through his and your orgasm. Your body trembling and jolting at the overstimulating, he was practically drawing out your orgasm to be longer.

Once he started softening, he slowed down until he finally let you rest on his lap. Your vision had dark spots, your mind buzzing in euphoria. Satoru places soft wet kisses around your neck until he met your lips.

"You still with me, baby?"

You meekly nod, trying to catch your breath. He slowly pulling you up, his cock slipping out of you and setting you back. Reaching over the middle condile he pulls out some tissues and cleans you up and him in the process. Your face in the crook of his neck, still reeling from your orgasm. Once you felt a pat on your cunt from him positioning your panties back into place, your mind finally realized everything.

You're pulling yourself back to look at Satoru. You squirted on him, in his car?!

You've reached a new low Y/N. Your mind practically screams at you.

"Hi." He grins and you bite your lip, looking out of his tinted windows. There were a few people from the club walking to their cars.

"You planning on running out on me again?"

"Maybe." You tease and he rolls his eyes. Pulling your dress up over your tits and down to cover your panties, the action making you realize just how exposed you had been.

"So..." Satoru starts. "Can I get your number?"

Your brows furrowed and avoided his gaze. "Why?"

"So I can take you out on a date?"

You shook your head. That mean voice in the back of your head ridiculing you.

This is just a joke. It kept saying.

"I don't think that's a good idea." You mumbled and Satoru tilted his head in confusion. Grabbing your phone from the middle console where it had been forgotten at the start of the rendezvous, he managed to face it towards you. The device betraying you as it unlocked with your surprised face, and satoru was quick to go into the phone app. His fingers typing rather quick on the screen.

Your eyes stayed on his fingers, they looked so long. The fact that they were stuffed inside you just a while ago making your body heat up.

A text message tone rung out and you glanced at his own phone that lit up. Recognizing your number on his screen.

The look of conflict on your face made Satoru's grin drop, clearing his throat and quickly setting a cocky grin. "Or you know, If you ever wanna..." He wiggles his eyebrows up and down suggestively making you let out a soft laugh. "Call me." You nod and open the car door, slowly getting out, while Satoru watched you.

"Can I at least take you home?"

You glanced back at the club, then down at your phone 2:34 am.

"I should actually find my friends. Just to make sure they're not too drunk to drive home." He nods in understanding, getting out of his car and locking it behind him. The loss of warmth making goosebumps rise on your skin as you walked back into the club. Your body on auto-pilot as you scurried through the crowd.

Running away from Satoru, once again.

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broareweabouttoviberightnow · 6 months ago

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I just saw you were taking requests! :D Lately, I've been obsessing over Buck's and Dally's relationship. Do you think you could write something about them? Preferably a sickfic/whump, but no worries if not.

@fefe-the-cat I HOPE THIS DOES YOU JUSTICE!!! This is where I kinda admit I've never thought much about Dally 'n Buck but this was fun to explore!! TYSM for the ask!!! fic below the cut!!

CW: mentions of vomit and throwing up!! nothing graphic!!

Dallas rolls over, grabs the bucket he'd stolen from the shed 'n brings up the only thing left in his stomach: bile. Waves of nausea roll over him, causin' his shoulders to buck 'n his elbows to buckle from where he's tryin' to hold his weight. He lets himself collapse face down on the bed, buryin' his face in his sheets.

Shit.

He doesn't know why he thought he'd be over this by now. Glory, kill him now. He'd felt like shit yesterday mornin' when he'd woken up thrown unceremoniously into the back bedroom at Buck's. He hadn't been surprised, per say. Wakin' up at Buck's almost certainly meant he'd gotten piss drunk the previous night without one of the gang to drag his sorry ass back to Darry. He'd chalked the sickness in his stomach and heaviness in his limbs to forgettin' to stop before the tequila shooters.

That had become a harder beleif to hold as he crawled into bed last night feelin' worse then when he'd started. By the time he woke up this mornin' heavin' dinner he'd accepted it.

He finally stops chokin' on nothin' 'n sits up and against the wall. He was beginnin' to really regret not just draggin' his ass to the Curtis' place. But he didn't want to do that to Darry. He wasn't that selfish. If he wound up on their porch with the bug he'd pass it to Pony who would give it to Soda, would pass it over to Steve who'd hot potato it to Johnny and it would swiftly wind up with Two and finish out strong with Darry. Sickness made the ranks of the gang like clockwork.

No, he was determined to figure this one out himself. He'd be fine.

Dallas dragged his head off the mattress, instantly heavin' again. Fuck, how Darry could take care of all six of them without losin' his mind was beyond Dallas.

A knock pounds on the door and Dallas runs a hand over his mouth to wipe away the bile, scrubs over his face, pushes back his hair. "I'm not runnin' the fuckin' ponies today, Buck, piss off."

He's not necessarily surprised when, instead of retreatin', the door flies open. Not shocked but still irate. Buck stands in the doorway lookin' pissed as all get out before he gets a good look at Dallas. He softens instantly, cockin' one eyebrow.

"You look like shit." Dallas rolls flat onto his back, stares at the celin'.

"Gee, thanks." He pushes himself to sit when Buck doesn't leave. "Fuck off, I'm fine." Buck rolls his eyes. Well, that was new. Usually, when Dallas told him to get lost he'd mutter about some fuckin' kid who thought he could order his grown ass around 'n then promptly get lost.

"Move over." Buck crosses the room in three strides, not that it was impressive, the room was practically a renovated closet. Dallas was more amused with the fact it took him that many.

"Buck, leave me alone. I feel like shit, I'm not runnin' those fuckin' horses." Dallas squeezes his eyes shut 'n bites down hard to keep his teeth from chatterin'.

"Yeah, no shit." He nearly jumps out of his skin when Buck's hand comes down on his forehead. He snaps his eyes open again, bats his hand away.

"Buck, get the hell out of here, would ya?" He tries again. Buck pulls the cig that's burnin' down to nothin' from his mouth, stamps it out on the bottom of his boot, and tosses it out the open window. He reaches over 'n wiggles it shut. "I wanted that open." Dallas shoots him a glare even though he was gonna close it himself the second he got the man out of his room.

"That's probably why you got sick to start with. Close the fuckin' windows in winter, why doncha?" He rolls his eyes and sounds too much like Darry for comfort. Dallas kicks him in the thigh.

"I'm not sick." Buck actually laughs in his face.

"Sure. Do you vomit on the weekends for fun now?" He kicks the bucket Dallas dropped to the floor. Dallas glares at him. "Look, I'll go get that Darry guy, he can come scrape you off the ground." Buck goes to walk out 'n Dallas snags a hand around his wrist quick as quick.

"Leave Darry out of this." Buck stops, fixes him with a stare. "I don't want him to worry or nothin'."

Well. That wasn't the answer Buck had expected.

"Fine." He shakes Dallas' hand off 'n Dally lets it drop to the bed. "But I'm not gonna let you die in my back room. Bad for business." Dallas rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. Buck disappears into the hall, returns with a thermometer.

"I don't need that shit. I'm fine." Buck shoots him an incredulous look Dallas pointedly ignores.

"I don't really care if you think you don't need it. Either you're openin' up for it to I'll get Darry down here to open your mouth for you." Dallas scowls as Buck plays the only card in his hand. He wasn't sure what Darry Curtis had on the rabid dog that was Dallas Winston but whatever it is, does the trick. Dallas leans over 'n snatches the thermometer, shovin' it into his mouth. "Now keep it there. God knows it'll be hard since you can't ever seem to keep your mouth shut." Dallas shoots him a glare 'n he doesn't need words to convey how close he is to kickin' Buck's ass. Buck just grins.

After a long minute, Buck plucks the glass from Dallas' mouth 'n checks the readin'. He lets out a long, low whistle. "Holy shit, kid."

Dallas momentarily stops scowlin' 'n Buck swears he hasn't seen the vulnerable look on his face since Dallas was fourteen 'n rollin' into Tusla with an accent so strong you couldn't understand a damn thing he said and the hunted look of someone much, much older.

"I think you're out for the count, kid." Dallas is still so focused on the red line he forgets to be agitated with Buck for callin' him a kid. Buck puts one hand on his chest 'n pushes him back down to the pillows.

"What does it say?" Dallas puts up a decent, three-second fight before he goes white 'n grabs for the bucket. Buck worries his lip, runs a hand up the kid's back.

"Says you're sick, dumbass." Buck sighs, stands up once Dallas shoulders stop shakin'.

"Don't go." Dallas' hand snakes out again, this time fingers diggin' deep into Buck's wrist. He freezes, takes in Dallas' gaunt face, his sudden desperation.

"I'm not goin'. I'm gettin' you a glass of water since you've been yackin' nothin' since yesterday." Dallas hesitates a moment 'n Buck doesn't try to pry his fingers off.

"Fine. But don't you dare come back here with medicine. I won't take none of that nasty shit." Buck rolls his eyes and crosses back to the door.

"You'll take whatever I want you to so I don't have to have the cops carry your skinny ass out of here in a body bag." Buck pretends he doesn't see the middle finger Dallas throws as he leaves the room.

When he comes back the kid is suddenly much more subdued than he was when Buck left. Buck deposits the shot glass of cold syrup and water on the nightstand.

"What is it, kid?" Dallas leans back against the wall, pulls his knees up to his chest.

"Buck, am I gonna die?" And the question jars Buck so hard he chokes on whatever he was gonna say.

"Are you gonna what?" Dallas turns the full force of his cold, ice eyes to Buck.

"Die." He deadpans.

"What the hell made you think some little cold is gonna knock off the unkillable Dallas Winston?" Buck smooths a strand of white blonde hair from his forehead. He knows he must really be feelin' whatever bug he's caught when he doesn't fight it at all.

"I dunno. I don't get sick. Last time was... New York." He trails off, buries his head down in his knees. He doesn't need to clarify what he means.

"Yeah, well." Buck picks up the glass, forces it into Dally's hands. "This time you got people lookin' out for you. Ain't no stupid bug gonna kill you, kid."

Dallas takes the cup, swallows a tentative sip. "I guess."

"Look. You're tired. You're half delirious if the nonsense you're spittin' says anythin'. Just try to go to sleep. You'll wake up feelin' better." Buck takes the water, swaps it for the shot glass of medicine. Dallas knocks it back like he shoots vodka- makin' a face 'n then pretendin' he enjoyed it.

He eases Dallas back onto the bed, decides fuck it, the kid was as much Darry's problem as he'd once been Buck's. A million years ago. He'd call him once he got the kid down.

Dallas' eyes flicker shut, blonde lashes fannin' across his cheeks. Buck smooths his hair back one final time, pulls the blanket up 'n over him.

He's nearly out of the room when he hears Dalla's hoarse mutter. "What is it, kid?"

"Thanks, Buck. For everythin'." Buck isn't sappy or nothin' 'n if you asked he'd swear he had no idea what you were dreamin' up. But if he wipes a tear off his cheek as he pulls the door closed, well, it was deserved. He had a soft spot in his heart for that stupid kid. Sue him.

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