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oikarma · 4 months ago

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lois leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: as a wonderfully clumsy f1 reporter, you're not sure how you still have your job. it might be because charles leclerc keeps swooping in to save the day.

a/n: the dates are all messed up because i had an idea then changed it so just ignore them please!

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user1 charles doing some mighty fine standing

user2 charles leclerc and his wife, carlos "yes i do the cooking, yes i do the cleaning" sainz

user3 so who started the fire...

charles_leclerc Y/N wanted to try cooking. yourinstagram bro?? you cannot be outing me on MY instagram user4 superman leclerc to the rescue

user5 he looks so proud of carlos 😭 my c squared heart cannot stand the 2025 changes

user6 :(

carlossainz55 My cooking was great

yourinstagram it was queen dw 🙏 carlossainz55 You burnt it to a crisp... yourinstagram carlos!! we refilmed it they're not supposed to know

user7 fav influencer i've seen in a while

user8 right? she's js so chaotic and funny user9 ofc... she's not just an influencer she's literally a reporter for f1??

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@/landosluttywaist all the times charles has swooped in to save y/n

the infamous cord incident that started it all

saving y/n's fumbles when she's speaking

fixing her earpiece when it fell out

when y/n almost spilled water everywhere but charles steadied her hand in time

giving her his jacket because her umbrella was doing nothing in the rain

user1 you don't understand THE WAY HE JUST PUT IT BACK IN AND STARTED FLIRTING??

user2 RIGHT IT WAS FLIRTING IM NOT CRAZY user3 charles just tucked her hair behind her ear, fit the earpiece in, and went "i think you'd struggle on the pit wall" ???? user4 i would have folded.

user5 superman leclerc who

user6 y/n has GOT to be doing it on purpose atp user7 well who can blame her i too want charles leclerc to rescue me from everything going wrong in my life

user8 CHARLES GRABBED HER HAND TO SAVE THE WATER BOTTLE. I REPEAT, HE GRABBED HER HAND

user9 'if I don't save you, who will?' leclerc, ladies and gentlemen user10 may this love find me user11 that's a DIRECT QUOTE.

user11 god, i see what you have done for others

user12 u have no idea how jealous i am of her

user13 GOSH JUST MARRY HIM ALREADY ferrari liked this comment

user13 admin liked???

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f1gossipofficial Wait, are we shipping the wrong duo? In a deleted story, reporter Y/N L/N and Lando Norris were out go-karting together.

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user1 babe what.

user2 first c squared and now my loisleclerc heart??

user3 loisleclerc is my new fav shipname user4 lois like lois lane? user2 yess cause he's her superman yk

user5 they look so good together

user6 charles come here

user7 ruh roh...

user8 what if they're just friends guys 😭 let's calm down

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f1gossipofficial Y/N L/N with Lando Norris's umbrella. Seems like an old story...

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user1 NO. STOP THIS. LANDO. STOP.

user2 charles rn: "that should be me."

user3 actually not okay because y/n's umbrella malfunctioned and charles gave her his jacket and lando gave y/n his umbrella and offered to dry off her puffer for her

user4 man vs boy user5 @/user4 exactly! cause charles gave her all he had and lando just took her coat. user6 guys it's not that deep it was a jacket 😅 why we acting like he was a poor man giving her his last piece of bread user7 NO BECAUSE IF HE WAS A POOR MAN AND SHE DROPPED HER BREAD HE WOULD'VE GIVEN HER HIS DO U NOT UNDERSTAND user8 gee someone's mad today user9 wait why'd he take her puffer it looks so nice user10 hoodiestealing to jacketstealing i see

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user1 charles did ur girl break ur heart

user2 poor guy is going through it

user3 me when i'm the biggest drama queen

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@/formulababe did he-

user1 LOISLECLERC NATION RISE

user2 we are so back baby

user3 it's giving "if you'll have me"

user4 come on y/n get your man

user5 wtf did you guys see lando reposted this

user6 that boy knows something i tell you user7 wait wasn't he the one charles was all jealous of user8 yeah they didn't speak for weeks..whenever she was interviewing carlos he would make an excuse not to be next

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The rain came down in relentless sheets, soaking through the paddock, drenching the asphalt, and making everything ten times more miserable than it needed to be. Your umbrella was supposed to help, but instead, it had turned into your worst enemy: flipping inside out every time the wind picked up, fighting against you like it had a personal vendetta.

Charles was watching.

Not helping. Not offering his usual, infuriatingly smooth rescues. Just watching.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, expression carefully neutral as you wrestled with the umbrella, microphone tucked under your arm, hair damp and sticking to your face. He could clearly see you struggling, see you fighting a losing battle against both the elements and your rapidly deteriorating patience. But instead of stepping in like he always did-like you expected him to-he just raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"Everything okay?" His voice was too casual, almost making you believe he wasn't enjoying this.

You huffed, aggressively shaking the umbrella in an attempt to fix it. "Just peachy."

The umbrella snapped backward again. You bit your lip to keep from cursing on live TV.

Carlos walked past, glancing up from his phone. He stepped toward you, concerned. "Need help?"

Before you could respond, Charles-who had remained annoyingly silent until now-finally spoke.

"Let her figure it out," he said smoothly, shifting his weight. "She insisted everything is under control."

Your head snapped up.

He was smirking. Bastard.

Your grip on the umbrella tightened. "I hate you," you grumbled, shaking it violently one last time.

A gust of wind chose that exact moment to hit, completely flipping the umbrella inside out and yanking it from your hands. You gasped as it went flying down the paddock, bouncing off the wet pavement like some ridiculous runaway prop.

Charles watched it go. Then-finally-he sighed.

With a shake of his head, he pulled off his Ferrari jacket and wordlessly draped it over your shoulders, his hands lingering just long enough to adjust it properly. The fabric was thick, warm, and slightly damp from the rain, but it was his, and it was instantly better than whatever your useless coat had been trying to do.

You stood there, stunned, heart still pounding from the sheer betrayal of the past two minutes.

"You let me suffer," you accused, looking up at him.

Charles simply grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets like he hadn’t just tortured you for sport. "You said you had it under control."

"You're insufferable."

The smirk persisted. "You’re dry now, no?"

You clenched your jaw, wrapping the jacket tighter around yourself. It smelled like him-clean, a little bit of that post-race adrenaline, and something unfairly comforting.

Charles leaned in slightly, voice just low enough that only you could hear. "Didn't think I'd actually let you freeze, did you?"

Your stomach flipped. Your face burned despite the cold.

The camera crew was still rolling, fans were definitely watching, and Charles was standing there, looking all too pleased with himself.

You turned away, grumbling under your breath.

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After years of heartbreak, years of Monaco slipping through his fingers: Charles had finally won.

He rushed towards his team, then his eyebrows furrowed as he saw you next to Fred Vasseur.

"Y/N? I thought-"

"You did it," you cut him off. "Forget about all that." You were unable to stop the way your lips curled into the widest, happiest smile. Even if Charles had ignored you-even if he'd smirking at you earlier in the most horrible way-you were happy for him. Not wasn't the time to clear things up, to get into a fight.

"I did." His voice was quieter and almost lost in all the celebrations around you. But his eyes? They were locked onto yours, unwavering.

There was no hard glint in them. No anger. Just taking all of you in, shocked to see you still supporting him.

"I'm sorry-" he began, chivalrous as always. What had happened didn't bother you anymore. You might regret it-you probably would, if it didn't end how you hoped it was going to-but your hands found his collar over the barrier. Charles reciprocated, pulling you in like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like it was inevitable.

His lips were on yours.

They were warm from the adrenaline, which seemed to still course from him. Somewhere in the haze of it all, it started to make sense. Why he would step in to help you, why he was teasing you earlier.

Charles Leclerc was jealous, but not anymore.

He pulled away, eyes sparkling and hair drenched from the rain.

"You look very messed up," you got out.

"Not handsome?" Charles let out a breathy laugh and you wanted to hold that sound close to your chest forever. "Whatever. We can't always look good when we're saving the day. Besides-"

You pulled him in again for good measure.

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user1 THEY GOT TOGETHER

user2 finally

lando yay! woopee!

charles_leclerc Don't even get me started on the mess you caused yourinstagram charles it was literally your fault charles_leclerc ☹️ user3 i love them

user4 depending on how u read it he's saying my love (y/n), and monza are both worth the wait. or he's saying monza is his love and it's worth the wait. idk but the way he put "my love" first seperately...monaco means sm to him and she means more

user5 definitely not just a professional relationship user6 who cares they're hella cute

user7 he really said "fuck the umbrella you have me"

user8 this is such a callback...

user9 monaco?? and the love of his life?? on one day?? *liked by charles_leclerc

yourinstagram isn't he a lucky man charles_leclerc The luckiest in the world.

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a/n: i got so attached to loisleclerc that it pained me having to write charles being mean cause boy get over your jealousy NOW.

#charles leclerc x reader #formula one x reader #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 smau #charles leclerc #lando norris #carlos sainz #oikarma ᯓᡣ𐭩

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dilf-docs · 8 months ago

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All Roads Lead To Rome

pedro pascal x younger fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend swears he isn't annoyed at your little surprise visit on the set of gladiator II; you might have to help him release his anger, one way... or another.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (BARK BARK BARK), smut, p. in v., bit of exhibition kink cause they fuck on his trailer, he swears he's mad but he just wants head, oral (m. receiving), he also uses his armor and skirt while at it bc its hot and not bc i totally want that to happen to me or smth!!!, brat taming, orgasm denial, breeding and daddy kink lowkey, i'm so down bad for him so there's fluff!!! + pedro being whipped cause that's exactly what i want in my men, the cast makes cameos bc i love them!!!, use of spanish (i'm latina so don't even try me)

word count: 3,519 words

side note: i'm about as FERAL and horny as much as one could be!!! damn u pedro, making me walk out in the middle of class and walk on foot to the nearest theather for an early gladiator II screening (bc they're cheaper and i'm a jobless broke student lmao) that mind u it's my first solo trip to the movies but it's okay!!!! nobody interrupt me on my horny dilf hours amirite I TELL U that cinema was almost empty: just me, pedro and hey there's a spot if u wanna join mescal (look at my blog banner IYKYK) so yeah!!!! enjoy this porn lovechild that steemed from it; my pedro renaissance that'd been asleep since tlou dropped AWAKES (u don't get it, i literally watched narcos just for him) i'm so fr i need this man BIBLICALLY!!

"Lemme guess, that's her, right?"

Pedro looks up from his phone, slightly red and embarrassed. He would blame the color on the sun, and as an actor, fake his way out.

"No idea what you're talking about, Paul"

The young man chuckles.

"I mean, every break we get, you take your chair, sit the farthest and pull your phone with the most ridiculous grin I've ever seen. I'm afraid to tell you, friend, you aren't as slick as you think"

He leans back against the chair, covering his face with his large palm.

"At least I tried" he finds no point in lying anymore, "seems like I'm addicted, but if it wasn't for y/n, I wouldn't touch it"

"I'm curious, though" Paul scoots his chair closer, "who texts who? You or her?"

"Me" he answers, but then corrects himself quickly, a bit ashamed of how that makes him sound, "but it's mostly her first".

"Right" he doesn't sound convinced, rather curious and annoyed, something he's too old and tired for, "I don't believe you"

He's about to lock his phone, but the wallpaper (a selfie with you) would probably earn him another mock from Mescal.

"Too bad I don't need you to"

Before he can do so, the irish man yanks his phone away.

"Give it back!" he shouts, earning a few glances from the crew around them, "what are you, ten?"

"No, twenty-eight" they look like kids bickering. "No need to fight me, Mr. Pascal, they haven't taught us the new fighting choreography yet" he mocks, before the phone chimes; they both stop at the sound.

"What does this mean?" Paul asks. "Malta's nice" he reads out loud, "were you talking about possible future vacations? I might have to tag along"

He doesn't follow the man's joke, instead, looking at the message on your chat. Malta's nice, says the little cryptic message, and yes―it is cryptic, because you were just talking about missing each other and some other corny stuff he'd take to his grave. Not vacations, and certainly, not about the european island, which happens to also be the place were he's filming his latest movie.

"No, we weren't" he replies confused, "what do you think it means?"

"Well, obviously, you boys don't know anything" May pops up from behind, laughing.

"Were you eavesdropping?" he asks playfully, albeit, a little offended.

"No, you guys are just too loud" she replies nonchalant. "Besides, you aren't very good at hiding it, either"

"That's what I said!" Paul backs, laughing on his face.

"Stop being misterious and just drop it"

"It means" she pauses―laughing at her own little dramatic effect, "that you're getting a visit soon"

When you met Pedro, you were working in The Last Of Us. Nothing fancy, just part of the technical cast of the show: helping with the filming and stuff.

During those months, it was easy to find yourself falling for the main star (alongside Bella Ramsey), especially when you spent months behind a camera, capturing all of his perfect features; learning them by memory until you could draw them without seeing his face.

Yes, you had fallen for the older man, because it was as natural as breathing; easy as being alive―the fall so gentle and so easy, it was hard to know when the feelings started. You just woke up one day, feeling different.

You liked to act up―always had what you wanted, and times had changed (so it's not like he had to ask first): why not? Which is why during your last day of shooting you took some liquid courage on your veins and went up his way. It was at a little gathering the crew you've grown to call family organized, while wearing your favorite and tightest dress, that you approached him.

It surprised you that he even recognized you, but that's who he was: warm, welcoming and caring.

To augment the surprise, turns out he had eyed you already, but was too shy to do anything. Yes, the worlds most famous Chilean man. It did stroke your ego, and maybe that's why you feel like most of the time, you've got the upper hand on your relationship, despite the years in between.

Still, you feel like the last message you just sent was a bit too blunt. Now you sit at the tiny airport, pondering your next move.

You know your boyfriend isn't exactly the type to scold or get mad―despite his strong figure, but going against the only thing he asked you might test him. Which is why you feel nervous, despite the happiness around you, everyone in the airport looking straight out of a picture perfect summer edition magazine.

And your theory is proven exactly right when you arrive impromptu at the Gladiator II set: making heads turn and guards almost kick you out, thinking you're a fan.

"You don't get it!" you protest, "he's my boyfriend".

"Sure", they laugh on your face. "you're not the first to say that".

"She's not lying" oh, how you love that gravely voice. But not today: not when he sounds like a parent scolding a naive child. Not when his eyes bore into you, slightly irritated.

So now he's dragging you among the set, right to were his trailer is.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" you ask, puffing your cheeks out in annoyance. He keeps dragging you by the arm, without sparing a glance in your way. Who does he think he is? "I wanted to tell Paul he made me cry―twice. You know I don't play about Normal People and Aftersun"

"But you do seem to play about my orders" he grunts out, opening the door to his trailer. The sunlight reflects against the white, slightly bothering your eyes with its shine, contrary to your boyfriend's gloomy behaviour.

"Are you being serious right now? You're not my dad to scold me. I just wanted to surprise you" you stand still, refusing to get inside. Pedro knows your character tends to be stubborn, and thought he finds it hot to reel you up sometimes, there are other times where he can't just stand that juvenile spirit of rage you tend to have when things don't go the way you want them to. "What's gotten into you?"

"I could ask you the same" he mocks. "Get inside. Now"

"Rude" you scoff, but obey regardless, and he breathes out relieved you didn't do a scene like last time; he still can't show his face on that restaurant to this day.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me" you say a tad bit dissapointed, and Pascal feels the pissed off feelings clouding his brain start to dissipate.

"I do, amor" he sighs, "just hate to see you do things I tell you not to; waltzing in here like you own the place".

You don't see the mistake, though. What's wrong with wanting to do a little surprise? It's not like you were a stalker or something; just a very clingy girlfriend who happens to miss her boyfriend.

"So, you're not mad?" you venture, "tell me you're not embarrassed"

He looks at you, the fondness of his gaze betraying him.

"I'm not the one wearing a skirt while trying to sound intimidating" you joke while caressing the crook of his nose, knowing you always get on his good side. Being mad isn't something that lasts, "if anyone should be embarrassed, that's you"

"Are you saying I shouldn't wear one because I'm a man?" your boyfriend looks offended, "Have you forgotten the movie I'm starring in? People feared the skirt-wearing Roman army"

"Well, I'm not intimidated" you stand defiant, and something dark tints his brown eyes. You can feel the excitement begin pooling in your stomach.

"You're not?" he grips your wrists and yanks you to him, then holds your chin, tilting your head between his calloused fingers. "Well, cariño, you should be"

Your body slams against one of the trailers walls, and you have to suppress a whine.

"You must be punished for what you did today"

You give him a doe-eye look, pretending to be all innocent, as if you weren't enjoying the punishment.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been a good girl"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" he clicks his tongue, "don't play dumb with me"

"I just came to visit you" you murmur, voice husky against his ear. He grunts, and with the proximity, his hard-on rasps against your bare legs, only partly covered by the flowy summer dress you're wearing, "is that so bad?"

"It is. Has sido mala, cariño" his hand travels down under your dress, carresing with his large palm the silhoutte of your ass. The rings on his fingers create a shock, cold metal against your warm sun-bathed skin. "Naughty girl"

"I promise I'll be good, papi" you purr, using that honeyed voice of yours that makes it hard: hard to say no and hard between his pants.

Pedro sits on a small couch he has inside the trailer, guiding you with his hand enveloped around yours, motioning you to follow with a care so soft, you'd doubt he's about to do to you what he is about to do to you. He pulls you across his lap, smiling (God, you love his smile) as your stomach presses against his tights.

"Don't worry" he breathes low, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make you a good girl. Tell me, aren't you?"

You swallow, "I am"

He moves the panties easily to the side, rubbing your pussy a little. He then spanks it softly, making you mewl at the sting.

Pedro continues to trace over it, "Are you sure about that?"

"N-no" you shiver in delight, resolve dissolving as quick as it came. "I'm naughty"

"It's good to be aware" he murmurs, "Dilo otra vez"

"I'm a naughty girl"

He lifts your head by your hair. "Tell me what you did"

"Disobeyed your orders, coming to the set" you whisper. He lets go of your hair, his hands traveling down again, slowly teasingly rubbing your pussy while he humms.

"You were a little brat, amor"

You whimpered and mewled in delight. "I was a very naughty brat"

He pushed his fingers inside you, plunging his fingers into your pussy.

"Look at you. You're soaking wet" he pumped his fingers in you, making you moan, "Is that why you came to see me? Couldn't wait any longer for daddy to be inside of you?"

You bucked a little, making him stop. He drags his fingers out, causing you to beg for him to go back.

"Answer my question you greedy thing" He leaned closer to your ear. "Did you need my cock this much?"

You whimper, "I do! Missed you so much"

He pushed his fingers back into you, provoking a moan out of you.

"You're always so needy for me" your core tenses, making you shiver. "How badly do you want me? Tell me"

You whimpered "Badly, papi"

"Say it" his face contorts in satisfaction at your pathethic display; crying little mess, "Who's cock, fingers and mouth make you feel good?"

You can't think at this point, your brain fuzzy and pussy hot, leaking. You kiss his lips, moaning against them, "you!"

"Just me, yes? Nobody else can make you feel this good?"

"No one!"

You involuntarily roll your hips to aid you in pleasure, yet Pedro stops you just before you can reach your orgasm.

"Little brat." he tuts, making you groan. "Did you think I'd let you? You were naughty today, baby"

You huff in annoyance, used to having your way.

"That's your punishment"

"But I'll behave" you mewl against his ear, "I promise"

“Good, because I'm planning on fucking your brains out” his hot breathe whispers in your ear seductively, trying his best not to slur the words at the drunken haze that your arousal provokes in him, "but you have to help me first"

You get on your knees, looking at the garment he's wearing. The skirt and general costume makes this all the more hot, mouth watering at the sight. You raise the skirt, glancing at the briefs; just seeing his dick strained against the fabric makes you wet in anticipation.

He sees the pleasure bore into your orbs, and before you do any dirty idea of yours, he's already warning:

"You have to take this off, what if we-"

"Alright" you cut him off, "but the skirt stays"

"Sigue, pues" he growls, voice low yet demanding, following you in your little game.

As you pull the briefs down, his erection springs out enthusiastically, slapping up against his lower abdomen. You shifted your gaze up to meet his, his eyelids heavy and his proud smirk driving you absolutely wild.

"That's right" he chokes out, "show me how much you missed it"

You give him a proud lick, and Pedro hisses at the moment his preseminal fluid goes in between your hungry lips.

Your tongue darts to the head of his cock, running over it several times before bobbing your head down, taking most of him in your mouth. He keeps praising as you pump the base of his cock with your hand. Your head bobs, yet you peek up to hear Pascal's little sounds and facial expression, a motivation so intimate in the way his brows furrow and eyes roll, mouth agape at your movements while his lip suck on those pretty lips of his. It makes you keep going. With every bob you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, before slowly moving your way back up to the tip, increasing your suction the closer to his head you got. A throaty moan escapes the man above you when you now focus on the final lick, making him closer to coming, all while maintaining eye contact the entire way through.

"Don't do that" he rasps, yanking you by the hair again, as of punishment, but he knows you enjoy it, "you promised you'd be good"

You can't answer, so instead, you reach the head of his cock again, and now his eyes roll back, mumbling profanities that sound like heaven.

"Do you want them to hear us, brat? Qué necia eres" he manages to chastise while moaning.

You feel his dick stuck in your throat, and the way he's about to come; you think that after some time dating, you know him well enough.

You're about to leave with your mouth when he stops you.

"No" your eyes open in shock, "what? Did you think your punishment is over?" Pedro laughs, "don't look at me like that. Like you have never done it before"

He keeps you in place by the hair, the rings prickling against your scalp. You feel his muscles tense up, and before you can think anything else thick and hot shots of cum invade your mouth, making it sticky and warm.

"Don't pretend you don't like it" his voice goes dark, husky. "Swallow it all. Te han enseñado a no desperdiciar nada, ¿verdad? Show me your good manners, then"

When you pull out, your throat feels raspy.

"You gotta reward me" you cough out.

"I promised, didn't I?" his fingers trace your face delicately, with adoration.

"It's all about duty, General Acacius" you purr, and the dick springs out again. Hard.

"Princess..." he warns.

"For the glory of Rome" you joke and laugh, then cough, as your throat is still sore.

"Have you been reading my script?" as you avoid to answer, he just chuckles, "ay, nena"

"C'mere" he motions, and you sit on his lap again. Pedro lifts your dress, exploring the curve of your ass. There's anticipation as he hooks his finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to access your core.

"Fuck" you squirm at his touch, grinding your freed cunt against his hard cock. He grabs you by the hip, adjusting you right on his lap.

"You taste so good" he kisses down your throat, ending at the chest were your tits peak.

"Want them?" you offer, pulling your dress down. He kisses them, gently nipping at your perked up nipples.

A wave of pleasure courses through you, and with whines and moans, you show how desperate you are, the hunger making the meal taste better. After all those weeks missing him, you just want him to fuck you senseless.

His lips are rosy and swollen against yours, mouths clashing; starved of the yearned contact. Truth is, no matter how much you know how to touch yourself, it'll never be the same as having his hard cock tear through your tight folds.

Pedro easily aligns his leaking cock with your uncovered pussy, all while mantaining the kiss. He pushes down on you, your dripping cunt taking all of his rock-hard cock, fingers holding onto the soft brown grey sprinkled locs.

"Pedro" you cry out his name, full of ecstasy as the stretch burns so sweetly. His low grunts only fuel your desire.

You trace with your eyes his body, now bare without the upper part of the costume: his pecs and abs, flexing with every pump. With now free hands, your fingers travel to softly caress his stomach, even if your tits are jiggling and the pace is rather frenetic.

"I missed you so much" you pout.

"I missed you too" he whispers out, getting tired.

He's reminded of his old age, forgetting about it as soon as you two kiss, because you bring out a stamina he thinks he doesn't have anymore; almost animalistic. His bones creak and adding the tiring filming day under the hot sun, he feels his body start to give up, the orgams closer and closer.

"Missed how you look" you clash your lips onto his, the adoration translating through the smile you press against, a trail of saliva that symbolizes how interwined you are, "you always look so fucking good"

He blushes, feeling like a stupid school boy with a crush. What did he even do to deserve you? Never thought a pretty young wild thing like you would even spare a glance on his way, but now you're taking all of his cock inside with such greed yet loom into his eyes with a love he's only dreamed of.

You're real, and his.

As soon as those words leave your mouth your orgasm spills over him, some of it dripping onto the skirt, making him curse. You can't stop, still meeting his thrusts halfway, despite your trembling body after reaching your high.

"Mierda" he groans against your mouth,

You feel yourself collapsing on top of him, the weight of the jet lag catching up.

"Getting tired, baby?" he coos. "Shit, and I thought I was old"

"You are" you reply back; you can never not have the last word. And he lets you, because, God, doesn't he love you? He pretends to look offended by it, but the way your eyes shine tell him you didn't mean it that way. "You and your white hairs" tracing over his moustache, a soft hand combing through his locks, "These wrinkles... don't you know how much I love them? how much I love you?"

"And you have no idea how much I love you" he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling it coming through. "God, wanna make you mine. Sólo mía" his pace slows. It's coming, and yes, you will take it all. "Wanna make you a baby, mami. Want you to take it all like the good girl you are"

When he comes, filling you with burning hot cum until you feel like you might burst, you're numb. But there's a feeling so content that pools warmth in your chest, that you can't say anything else, resting your head against his bare chest, both covered in sticky sweat.

"No sé cómo voy a explicar esto" he speaks through ragged breathes, and you can only smirk, "a squirted and cummed roman skirt".

"That isn't my problem" he scoffs, and you feel your head rise against the movement, earning a laugh out of you, "I'm not part of the movie"

"You'd sure think so, with the way you walked in here"

You roll your eyes, face hidden against his chest, "can you let that go?"

"You're right" he pulls you closer to him, hand enveloping you behind your bare back. The quiet doesn't bother you as you lie closer to his chest, his heartbeat the only thing you need to be at peace, "I think punishment time is over. Think you've learned your lesson"

"Then, how about we go out? I've heard Malta's beaches are pretty"

"Relájate, cariño. Seems you've gotten your energy back" he quips, then kisses your forehead. "We need to wait for everyone to get out"

"That embarrased you are of me?" you joke.

"No" he can already imagine his fellow cast members making fun of him, starting with Paul and Joseph when they see you and Connie who will totally notice the fun sticky stains on the costume, "but embarrased of the explanation I'll have to give"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @a7estrellas

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yeagurt2 · 18 days ago

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YOU'RE STILL MINE

MDNI 18+ CONTENT

Synopsis. You broke up. He didn’t. Satoru Gojo still shows up when you're around other men, still has your panties stuffed in his nightstand, still jerks off to the videos he swore he'd deleted. When he shows up at your door under the dumb excuse of grabbing a shirt, you let him in—just for a minute. He takes one look at you, and decides he’s staying. Inside you.

Pairing. Ex!Boyfriend Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Content. MDNI — 18+, smut, obsession, Gojo’s insane, break-up sex, hate sex, unresolved feelings, stolen panties, jealousy, unprotected sex, riding, mirror sex, fingering, spanking, manhandling, pussy drunk Gojo, riding his face, face sitting, overstimulation, soft possessiveness, dirty talk, “you’re mine” energy, references to old sex tapes, rough but worshipful

Word count. 1.1k

You knew he’d call.

The minute he saw you at that bar last night—dressed like revenge, legs crossed at the knee, laughing in another man’s face while your lip gloss glistened under neon lights—you knew Satoru would crawl back out of whatever delusional little pit he’d buried himself in.

And he did.

2:11 a.m.

Gojo: hey Gojo: u got my blue shirt still? Gojo: the one u used to steal when u slept over Gojo: i miss it lol Gojo: can i come grab it?

You didn't reply. You should’ve blocked him.

And yet—an hour later, you opened the door.

He looked the same. A little disheveled, like he rushed. That stupid white t-shirt stretched across his chest, grey sweatpants low on his hips. Hair tousled. Smug grin.

"Really missed this hallway," he murmured, brushing past you, stepping inside like it was still his place.

“You’re not staying.”

He hummed. His eyes dragged over you: tiny sleep shorts, no bra under your tank, skin still warm from the shower. And that shampoo he liked. The one he once said made you smell like sex and sugar.

“You wore that on purpose.”

“Grab your shirt and go, Gojo.”

He didn’t move.

His voice softened. “Missed you.”

You turned away. He followed. Into the kitchen. The tension climbed like a scream building in your throat.

“Missed this mouth,” he said lowly, standing behind you, close enough that his chest brushed your back. “Missed the sounds you make when I’m inside you. Missed the way you cry when I hold your legs up and make you take every inch—”

You spun around, hand slapping his off your waist. “Fuck off.”

He caught your wrist. Tight.

You froze.

His eyes narrowed. "Still got those videos?"

You didn't answer.

He smiled. "I do."

You shoved his chest. He grabbed your hips and walked you backwards until your back hit the counter. Mouths clashing. Your hands fisted in his shirt. He tasted like mint and madness, and you hated how familiar it was. You moaned into the kiss, biting down on his lip, nails dragging across his chest.

He broke away, panting. "Tank. Off. Now."

You raised your arms and let him yank it up and over your head. He stared at your bare chest, eyes blown wide with hunger.

“God, I missed these,” he groaned, diving in like he hadn't touched a woman in years. His mouth latched onto one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. You gasped as he sucked hard, tongue flicking, lips hot and wet.

"Used to jerk off to the sight of your tits bouncing while you rode me. Thought about it so many times I lost count."

You pushed at his shoulders, weakly. “You’re a fucking freak.”

He laughed, wiped spit off his chin, and dropped to his knees.

“And you’re wet. Wanna explain that, princess?”

Your shorts were yanked down in one motion. No panties. His breath caught.

"You little slut. You fucking wanted this."

You tried to speak. He didn’t let you.

“You remember what I used to do to you on this counter? How many times I made you squirt just from my tongue? Let’s see if your body still remembers me.”

He licked up your slit—one long, slow stroke of his tongue that made your knees buckle. His hands grabbed under your thighs and lifted, spreading you open as he buried his face between your legs.

He moaned. Loud. Shameless. Like your pussy was his fucking religion.

His tongue moved like he was starving—circling your clit, dipping into your hole, licking everywhere. Every flick was deliberate. Every groan he made vibrated through your body.

“Still taste so fucking good,” he growled, breath hot on your cunt. “Missed this pussy so much.”

You tried to close your legs. He slapped the outside of your thigh.

"Sit on it. C'mon, princess. Ride my face like you used to."

You didn’t think. You just obeyed.

You straddled his mouth, thighs on either side of his head, his face buried between your legs. His nose bumped your clit, tongue pushing inside you, hands gripping your ass like he was about to die without this.

You started rocking. The friction—his tongue, the wet slide of his mouth, the obscene sounds—it was too much.

You moaned. Louder.

His groan matched yours.

You came fast. Shaking, hips stuttering, slick gushing. He didn’t stop. He licked up every drop.

You collapsed backwards, breathless. Your chest heaving.

He wiped his mouth and licked his fingers. “Still squirt like a dream.”

He stood. “Bed. Now.”

He carried you like you weighed nothing, kissed you stupid on the way there, your legs wrapped around him, his hard cock pressing between your thighs through his sweats.

He tossed you on the mattress, grabbed you by the hips, and turned you to face the mirror.

“Want you to watch yourself fall apart on my cock.”

He pushed you down onto your hands and knees, spread your legs wider, and spit on your pussy. Two fingers slid in.

You gasped.

He watched your face in the mirror. “Already stretched. Fuck, baby. Your pussy remembers me.”

You were whining, already soaked again.

He pulled his cock free—thick, flushed, leaking.

Then he pushed in. Slow. Bare.

“No condom,” he said, breath hitching. “Just like you like it.”

You cried out as he bottomed out.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, pulling back before slamming in again. “Dripping all over me. You missed this, didn’t you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut.

He smacked your ass. “Open. Watch yourself."

You obeyed.

He set a rhythm. Deep. Sharp. Perfect.

"Gonna fill you up," he panted. "Watch it drip out. You want that? Want my cum in you again?"

You moaned. He grabbed your neck and pulled you back into his chest.

“Still have every nude you ever sent me,” he whispered, fucking you harder. “Still jerk off to our videos. You remember the one where I made you cry just from my tongue?”

Your legs shook.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped you over.

"Ride it," he said, voice hoarse. "Show me you're still mine."

You climbed into his lap. Sank down. He moaned loud, hands gripping your hips, watching you with stars in his eyes.

You bounced.

“Fuck… look at you… look at those tits bouncin’… that tight little pussy takin' every inch…"

He sucked one nipple into his mouth. You cried out. He thrust up into you.

“Gonna cum,” he gasped. “Cum in this pussy—let me, please—I need it… need you…"

You didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down.

He came. Loud. Shaking.

You collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.

“Don’t kick me out,” he whispered. “Let me stay. Just tonight. Let me pretend we never fucked it up.”

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t need to.

Because you stayed. And so did he.

In the morning, his blue shirt was on your floor.

You didn’t give it back.

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chrissssssmut · 2 months ago

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Can i request eunchae smut when turn to adult now

LATE NIGHT PRACTICE

Eunchae x Male Reader

It started with a text.

[Eunchae 🐣]: u still at the building?

You looked at the screen, surprised. It was already past 11 PM. The practice rooms were mostly empty by now, save for a few die-hard trainees or idols polishing choreo for the hundredth time.

[You]: yeah, just packing up. why?

She replied instantly.

[Eunchae 🐣]: wait there. don’t go.

You blinked.

[You]: ??? okay

You weren’t sure why your heart picked up a little. Eunchae had always been a friend first—chaotic, loud, a little bratty sometimes. But lately... lately she’d been acting strange. Or maybe you were the one who noticed her differently now. The way her voice dropped when it got late. How her gaze lingered when you passed her water after dance practice. The time her hand brushed yours on the couch and neither of you pulled away.

She arrived five minutes later, hoodie up, hair in a messy ponytail, cheeks flushed from running.

"You're still here," she panted, chest rising and falling.

"You told me to wait."

Eunchae stepped inside and closed the door behind her, flicking the lock. That part wasn’t normal. That part made the air change.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you lock the—”

“I didn’t want anyone walking in.”

“Why? You got some big secret you wanna tell me?” you teased.

Her eyes didn’t break from yours. “Maybe.”

You froze for a second, her tone too serious. Too heavy. Too unlike the usual Eunchae.

She stepped closer, biting her lip.

"Why do you always look at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're pretending not to want me," she said, voice a whisper now, eyes darting between yours.

You couldn’t answer. Your heart was hammering too loud in your ears. Her hoodie slipped down her shoulder slightly, revealing the curve of her neck, a small mole you'd never noticed before.

"You’re the one who keeps teasing," you murmured. "Always crawling onto my lap when we’re with the others, calling me ‘oppa’ in that tone—"

"Because I do want you," she snapped softly, stepping close enough for your bodies to touch.

Her hands clutched your hoodie. You could smell her shampoo—something sweet, peachy, a little floral. Your restraint cracked.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” you said roughly.

“I’m not a kid, oppa,” she murmured, standing on her tiptoes. “You know that.”

You kissed her.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t delicate. It was raw. Built-up tension from months of pretending. You backed her into the wall, her breath hitching as your hands found her waist.

She gasped into your mouth when you lifted her slightly, her legs wrapping around your hips instinctively.

"You really waited this long to touch me?" she whispered as you kissed down her neck. "You must be so fucking stupid."

"Or just respectful," you growled, biting down gently where her neck met her shoulder. She moaned.

You carried her to the mirrored wall, propping her against it.

“Take it off,” she breathed, tugging at your shirt. “I wanna see.”

“You’re bossy.”

She smiled darkly. “And you like it.”

You pulled your shirt over your head, and she immediately reached to touch your chest, fingers brushing down your abs, slow and curious. “Damn,” she whispered, half-laughing. “I had no idea you were hiding this under your hoodie.”

You tugged hers off in return, revealing a black sports bra clinging to her skin, damp from sweat. Your eyes traced every inch.

"Eunchae..."

"Say it again," she whispered, cheeks flushed. “My name.”

“Eunchae.” You cupped her jaw, leaning in. “You sure about this?”

Her hands slid down to your waistband. “Do I look unsure?”

Your lips crashed again. The rest of her clothes came off in pieces—shorts, bra, panties—each time she moaned your name, half-giggling, half-desperate. The mirror behind her fogged as her back hit it, her bare skin arching when your fingers trailed over her thighs.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” you murmured, pressing two fingers against her folds. “You wanted this that bad?”

“I thought about you so many nights,” she confessed, breath shaky as you slipped a finger inside. “In bed. After practice. In the dorm when I touched myself. Always you.”

You growled softly, working her slowly. "Show me how loud you can get."

Your thumb circled her clit while your fingers pumped in rhythm. She moaned, legs trembling around your waist, body arching into you as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Don’t stop—don’t stop—” she gasped, grinding on your fingers. “I’m so close—”

You pulled out.

“Oppa—!” she cried out in frustration, gripping your arms. “Why?!”

“Because,” you smirked. “I’m not letting you finish unless it’s around my cock.”

Her expression turned wild—desperate and hungry. “Then fuck me already.”

You freed yourself from your sweats, your cock already aching as you lined up between her legs.

“I’ll go slow,” you whispered, eyes meeting hers.

“Don’t you dare,” she said through gritted teeth. “I want all of it. Now.”

You thrust in.

She gasped, nails digging into your back. Her tight heat clenched around you, warmth consuming, unbearable in the best way.

“Fuck—you feel…” you groaned, gripping her hips. “So fucking good—so tight—”

Eunchae whimpered, rolling her hips. “More, oppa. Please—don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—”

Your rhythm grew harder, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding filling the practice room along with her cries. Her hands slid up the mirror, back arching beautifully as you kissed down her chest, sucking one nipple into your mouth while your hips snapped forward.

She screamed your name.

“I can’t—I can’t—” she babbled, head thrown back. “I’m gonna cum—oppa—I’m—!”

She shattered around you, legs shaking, voice breaking as she came, clenching around you like a vice.

You groaned, the tight pulsing of her orgasm dragging you to the edge.

“I’m close,” you warned, panting. “Where—?”

“Inside,” she moaned, pulling you closer. “Cum inside me. I want all of it. Please.”

You buried yourself to the hilt, growling her name as you spilled into her, twitching deep inside. Her body jerked with aftershocks, thighs trembling around your waist.

For a long moment, you both just breathed—your forehead pressed to hers, sweat glistening on both your bodies, the mirror behind her slick with condensation.

Then she laughed softly.

“That was... intense.”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

“I can’t feel my legs.”

You kissed her cheek. “You’ll live.”

She slid down slowly from your arms, wincing. “Okay, maybe not.”

You helped her into her hoodie again, the two of you slowly gathering clothes, limbs tangled, lips still brushing every now and then.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked casually, lips tugging into a smirk.

You stared. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. I’ve waited way too long to stop now.”

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heartsiebyul · 18 days ago

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╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

꒰⚘݄꒱₊__________꒰⚘݄꒱₊_________꒰⚘݄꒱₊______

featuring — Cater : Leona : Azul : Vil : Lilia x male!reader. cw: suggestive (aged up!)

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⸝⸝ Cater Diamond

You were lounging at Ramshackle, scrolling mindlessly through Magicam when a message from Cater popped up.

Cater: [1 image attached]

Cater: Filter drop lol~ What do you think babe~?

It was classic Cater, sparkly filter and his tongue playfully sticking out.

'damn' you bit your lip and grinned.

You: Fabulous

You: Unique

You: Charming

You: Kissable

You: Majestic

You: Effortless

Cater was flattered. Absolutely swooning.

'OMG, he’s really hyping me up today! I love him sm~' he thought… until he noticed something.

Cater sat up straight, blinking at the screen.

“Wait…”

“F… U… C… K… M—”

His jaw dropped.

“OH. MY. SEVENS.”

His face turned pink as his thoughts spiraled.

Cater: BABE 😳💀

Cater: You’re so bad AND I LOVE IT 😫💕

Cater: Coming over right now, don’t even move.

You: Bet. I’ll be waiting.

⸝⸝ Leona Kingscholar

You were sipping lemonade in your room when your phone buzzed.

Leona: [1 image attached]

Leona: Took this cause you won’t shut up about selfies. Don’t make it weird.

It was a close-up shot, sunlight kissed his skin, his hair tousled just right.

'Hot' You grinned like a fox.

You: Fabulous

You: Unique

You: Charming

You: Kissable

You: Majestic

You: Effortless

“Tch. Sappy” Leona muttered, smirking as he rolled his eyes, then glanced back at the screen.

He paused. Sat up. Narrowed his eyes.

“…Wait a damn minute.”

Leona: Are you trying to be subtle or just stupid?

Leona: You’re bold for someone so fragile.

Leona: Say it out loud, coward.

You: Sure. Come over, right now. ;)

⸝⸝ Azul Ashengrotto

You got a message from Azul while changing into your pajamas.

Azul: [1 image attached]

Azul: Do let me know if this look is… pleasing.

Azul, already getting ready for bed, looked slightly disheveled, yet insanely attractive.

You blushed, your heart melting. So naturally, you responded like this,

You: Fabulous

You: Unique

You: Charming

You: Kissable

You: Majestic

You: Effortless

Azul stared at his phone, cheeks growing warm.

“My, that’s… quite the praise” he whispered to himself, smiling proudly, until he noticed the acronym.

“F… U… C…”

He choked.

Azul: Was that intentional??

Azul: How bold of you.

Azul: I suppose I should reward such… enthusiasm.

You: I’ll welcome it with open arms. :)

⸝⸝ Vil Schoenheit

You were admiring Vil’s picture on Magicam when a message notification popped up from him.

Vil: [1 image attached]

Vil: The lighting was flawless. Tell me I look divine.

“You're more than divine” you whispered, but then quickly thought of something else.

You: Fabulous

You: Unique

You: Charming

You: Kissable

You: Majestic

You: Effortless

Vil smirked at the praise, already expecting it.

But then, he noticed something. He read it again, slower.

His eyes narrowed.

He raised an eyebrow, and the smile that followed betrayed the flustered flutter in his chest.

Vil: You’ve got some nerve using artistic words for something so… base.

Vil: But I’m not opposed.

Vil: How wicked. How… tempting.

Vil: My room. Now. And bring that imagination with you.

You: On my way 💗

⸝⸝ Lilia Vanrouge

You were just scrolling through Magicam when a message from Lilia popped up.

Lilia had sent a photo from his birthday party.

Lilia: [1 image attached]

Lilia: Aren’t I dashing~?

'OMG'. You screamed, blushing as you immediately typed out a reply,

You: Fabulous

You: Unique

You: Charming

You: Kissable

You: Majestic

You: Effortless

Lilia giggled as he read the message. “How cute.”

But then he paused, realizing something. And then he really laughed.

“Ho ho~ What a spicy little bat~”

Lilia: Such a naughty mind behind that innocent face~

Lilia: If you wanted me in your bed, you could’ve just asked, dear.

Lilia: Or do you prefer when I bite first~?

You: Both, please.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

LMAO BYE

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erenists · 3 months ago

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Nerd!Gojo X Bimbo Reader

Part 5 MDNI 18+

“Wait— how did you know my name?” as that question spills out he realizes he doesn't know your name either. You turn around flashing him a big grin before winking and giving him a little shush signal before walking off again.

After Gojo had gotten home from school he immediately took out the piece of paper you handed him with your number in it. He exhaled softly not believing he actually has your number and he barely had to do much.

He quickly moves his fingers across his phone screen inserting your number he didn't even stop to think about how to text you he was too excited to finally get to text you.

XXX-XX: hey it's Gojo :) I realized I never got your name btw.. So what should I save you as.. oh and here's my address XXXXXXXXX you can come at 5!

He throws his phone to the side as soon as he sends you that text flustered and nervous to see if you'll respond. His eyes widen and he tenses when only a few seconds later he already hears his phone ping.

XXX-XX: hiii gojo sweetie ;)

sorry about completely forgetting to give you my name whoops it's 𐙚˙⋆.˚ make sure to put a cute heart next to it!!

Gojooo :3 💙: DW it's fine!! I'm glad to have it now.. it's a beautiful name :)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 🩷 : aweee gojo you little flirt! ty cutie piee can't wait to see u toniteee 😘😘

Gojo smiles giddily like a middle school girl with her crush he hearts your message and swipes out of the app looking at the time in the corner of his screen, 3:02 He had enough time to clean and make sure he looks good, not for you but for himself he tries to convince himself.

He's looking at himself through the mirror fixing up his hair making sure no strands are sticking out weirdly he also makes sure to check his breath because well he never knows maybe he might get some action tonight. Gojo checks himself out making sure he's ready to have you over meanwhile you are in your room quite frankly doing the same.

You're applying lip gloss, your lips slightly parted as you sit in front of your vanity mirror. You look to the side looking at the notification from Gojo, he didn't reply, just liked your message but you still appreciated the notification anyways. you press your lips together getting up from your seat walking to your full body mirror.

You look at your outfit smirking at yourself proudly, it's not much really, just a very cute jean mini skirt and a tight white tank top that showed a peak of your blue lace bra which pushed your tits up deliciously and you topped your outfit off with a little sweater that matched the color of your bra.

"perfect m'sure he'll like this" You muttered to yourself running your hands over your body checking yourself out before heading over to your vanity once more and spraying yourself with your favorite perfume that always had you smelling nice. You picked your phone up you noticed you still had 30 minutes left and you thought to yourself why not show up a little early anyway.

Gojo swears his heart dropped when he heard the doorbell ring he looked at the time on his phone, it was only 4:45 meaning you were 15 minutes early NOT what Gojo was expecting but not that he minded anyways he wanted to see you again as soon as possible.

He practically tripped over himself rushing to the door, wiping his hands on his sweats one last time and running a hand through his hair as if that would somehow make him look cooler. When he opened the door, he tried to play it off with a lazy smile—but the second his eyes landed on you, it faltered.

“Holy shit,” he breathed before he could even stop himself.

There you were, standing on his doorstep with that teasing little smirk, your jean skirt hugging your hips and that snug white tank giving him an eye-full he absolutely wasn’t ready for. The little sweater draped over your arms made it look like you hadn’t even tried—but Gojo knew better. That kind of outfit was lethal, and you knew it too.

“Hey, Gojo,” you sing-songed, stepping past him like you owned the place. Your perfume hit him like a truck and he actually had to close his eyes for a second just to collect himself.

“You’re early,” he managed to say, shutting the door behind you. His voice cracked at the end. Great.

You turned, hands behind your back as you rocked on your heels. “Mhm. I figured we could get started sooner…” you trailed off, biting your glossed lip slightly as your gaze drifted down his body. “Unless you weren’t ready for me yet?”

He blinked, cheeks flushing despite his grin. “I—pfft, of course I’m ready! I’ve got the whole session planned out, down to the last equation,” he said, tapping the side of his head like he was a genius.

You cocked your head. “Oh? Equations, huh? Hope you’re better at math than I am Im literally the worst at it"

He softly laughed. “c'mon you can't be that bad, I promise as your tutor you'll be even better at math than me.”

“Well,” you said, placing your hand on his bicep looking up at him through your lashes “if you claim to be a good tutor… why don’t you teach me something already, Gojo?”

He stared at you for a second too long before finally speaking “r-right uh follow me to my room!” he chirped before turning around walking towards his room, you look around as you both step in observing everything in his room like his nerdy anime and digimon posters, his assorted collection of figures to your surprise he even had a gaming pc.

"wow Gojo so you're like a decked out nerd huh?" You smirk plopping down on his bed

"uhh yeah I guess you could say that" you assume Gojo must be blushing because he’s embarrassed about you seeing all his nerdy things but actually he's blushing because when you plopped onto his bed your skirt rode up just a little. what a perv. He looks away from your figure and grabs the material he prepared for today plopping down next to you.

"Ok..so tell me what you're more confused about in math and I'll try my best to help you through it.." He says sheepishly as he feels your eyes on him, your smirk at that last part deciding to be a little tease.

"yeah? you'll help me through it Gojoo~?" You press yourself against the side of him tilting your head and smirking slyly at him he gulps before looking down at you and nodding with uncertainty not 100% sure on what you're getting at.

Gojo clears his throat, clearly trying to act normal, like he isn’t hyper-aware of the way your thigh is brushing against his or how your perfume keeps sneaking up his nose and messing with his head.

“Y-yeah,” he stammers, trying to steady his voice, “like… equations. Fractions. Graphs. Whatever’s giving you trouble.” You lean in closer, pretending to glance at the notes he laid out, but your lips are dangerously close to his ear now.

“Mmm… I think it’s graphs that really get me,” you murmur, voice soft, sultry. “All those hard lines and curves… I can never quite figure out what to do with them.” Gojo almost chokes on his own spit.

His hands scramble for a pencil as he flips open the textbook in front of him, trying to physically shield himself with the material like it’s some kind of defense.

“Right! Graphs! Okay cool, cool cool cool—so this is, uh, a parabola…” You giggle quietly and lean your chin in your hand, blinking up at him like he’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“you’re cute when you get all nervous, y’know.”

“I’m not nervous,” he lies—terribly—his voice cracking at the end.

“mhm. sure you’re not.” You let your knee bump into his under the pretense of adjusting your position, but you don’t move it away. Your skirt has slid up again, and this time you don’t bother fixing it. You watch as Gojo’s eyes flicker down for just a second before jerking away, his jaw tight.

He shifts uncomfortably, suddenly sitting more rigidly. “Okay, s-so the x-axis goes here,” he mumbles, pointing to the graph. “And if you plug in the numbers—”

“Gojo,” you interrupt, voice slow and syrupy as you reach forward and rest your hand over his on the page, “I’m trying really hard to focus. But you’re making it kinda hard.”

Gojo’s head snaps to you, eyes wide. “Me?? I’m making it hard??”

You just smile and trace a lazy circle on the back of his hand with your fingertip. “Mhm. You just have that effect, y’know?”

He swears he short-circuits. His brain completely blanks—he’s forgotten what a parabola is, what numbers are, who he is.

“W-we should really get through this lesson,” he mutters, practically begging the universe to give him strength. His voice is shaky, but there’s a little edge of something else in there too. Something hungry.

You hum. “sure. Go ahead, teacher. I’m all ears.” But your smirk says otherwise. He starts explaining again, hand still trembling under yours, and you let him—for now. Every time he gets even slightly more confident, you lean a little closer, let your chest brush his arm, let your eyes wander just enough to make him stutter all over again. Gojo tries to stay focused. Really, he does. He’s clutching the pencil like it’s a lifeline, his other hand gripping the edge of the textbook so hard his knuckles go white. He’s halfway through explaining how to find the vertex of the parabola, and you’re… well, you’re definitely not helping.

You tilt your head, your lashes fluttering as you lean forward again—pretending to squint at the page, but you know exactly what you’re doing. The strap of your tank top slips just a little, falling off your shoulder. You don’t fix it.

Gojo’s eyes darted to it, then back to the book. Then back again. “Uh—so—when a is negative the graph opens, uh… downward…”

You smile like a cat who knows they’ve got the mouse cornered. “Downward, huh? kay think I get it” You rest your hand on his thigh looking at the graph.

“You’re killing me,” he mutters under his breath, pushing his fingers through his hair as his face burns.

“what?” you blink innocently. “I’m just trying to understand the material. You said you’d help me.” You scoot just a little closer and remove your hand. Now your thigh is pressed fully against his, warm and bare and impossible to ignore. Gojo freezes like a deer in headlights.

“W-we can… review another example,” he says, flipping the page too fast and nearly tearing it. He’s clinging to this tutoring session like it’s his last thread of dignity.

“Great idea.” You rest your chin on his shoulder now, peeking at the book over his arm. Your breath fans lightly against his neck and you feel the shiver run through him.

“You smell good,” you murmur offhandedly, like it’s just a casual little observation. “Like soap. And something else… is that cologne?”He swallows hard, ears turning red.

“Uhh. Yeah. Maybe. Just a little.”You smile to yourself, your voice low and warm.

“It’s nice. Makes me wanna get closer.” Gojo’s hand slips, dragging the pencil across the page in a messy line.

“O-oh, cool, coolcoolcool. Totally normal thing to say,” he rambles, trying and failing to focus. “You really are bad at math, by the way.”

You grin. “Mhm. I know. Guess that means we’ll need a lot more tutoring sessions, huh?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, dazed. “I think I’m in trouble.” he mutters to himself but you end up hearing it anyway. You hum, leaning back just a bit, the warmth of your body pulling away.

“Maybe. But only if you stop being such a good teacher, Gojo~” He’s barely holding it together. Every brush of your skin, every word laced with suggestion, it’s like a slow drip of gasoline on an open flame. He’s this close to combusting.

But for now, he nods, forces a grin, and mutters, “A-alright. Next problem…” You glance up at him through your lashes again. He’s fidgeting—his leg bouncing a little, his pencil tapping the page like it might save him. But it won’t.

Not with you this close. Not with your skirt riding high up your thighs, the scent of your perfume wrapping around his senses, and your eyes locked on his mouth more than the textbook. You wait a beat longer. Just to watch him squirm.

Then, without warning, you lift your hand and slowly slide it over his thigh—not high enough to be bold, but just enough to jolt him. Gojo freezes.

“Y-you okay?” he asks, voice cracking hard. He’s staring straight ahead, but you can feel the way his breath catches in his throat.

You tilt your head. “Yeah. Just trying to get comfortable,” you say sweetly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

His lips part like he wants to say something—anything—but no words come out. He glances down at your hand on his thigh, your bare skin pressed against his, the little peek of your bra still visible and you can practically see him sweating bullets.

“okay but..” Gojo says suddenly, tossing the pencil down with a soft thud. “You’re not even trying to study.”

You blink innocently. “Sure I am.”

“You're lying." he says, turning to you, and now his voice is different—low, frayed, a little breathless. “You’ve been messing with me this whole time.” You smirk, leaning in so your faces are inches apart.

“Maybe. But you liked it.” He swallows, eyes flicking to your mouth. You see the exact moment he gives in.

In one quick motion, Gojo leans in and kisses you—soft at first, like he’s afraid he’s imagining this, but when you melt into it, he groans low in his throat and deepens the kiss. His hand slides to your waist, gripping tight like he’s been dying to touch you since the second you walked through his door.

You gasp a little, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and that’s all it takes—he pushes you back gently onto the bed, hovering over you now, eyes wild and wide with need.

“You’re such a bad student” he murmurs against your lips, breathing hot. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” You grin against his mouth, heart racing.

“Yeah? if im such a bad student what are you gonna do about it, Gojo?” that has him practically whining, God he thought you were so hot.

“D-don’t say stuff like that~ it’s too tempting…” he mumbles, voice wobbling like he’s hanging on by a thread. He’s looking anywhere but your face—down at your lips, your hand on his thigh, the inch of blue lace peeking from under your tank. Anywhere but your eyes.

You lean in, your voice a sultry whisper against his ear. “Tempting…? So you’ve thought about this, huh?”

Gojo makes a noise in his throat—somewhere between a whine and a gasp—and squeezes his eyes shut like he’s trying to delete the whole situation from his memory before it breaks him. “Th-that’s not what I meant—! I mean, I have, b-but—like, not in a creepy way! Just in a normal, completely average way! Like a guy would!”

You laugh quietly, and that does nothing to help the pink spreading across his cheeks. “You’re adorable,” you murmur, dragging your fingers up his chest slowly, watching his breath hitch with every inch.

His head flops back with a groan, glasses sliding slightly down his nose. “You’re seriously gonna kill me,” he mumbles.

You hum thoughtfully. “I mean, I could stop. Go back to learning about… parabolas or whatever.”

Gojo’s eyes snapped open, panicked. “No—! I mean. Y-you don’t have to stop exactly, just maybe slow down a little or I might—” He cuts himself off, pressing the heels of his hands to his burning face. “God. This is not how I thought tutoring you would go.”

You giggle and shift in his lap just slightly—enough to make him physically twitch. “Guess you should’ve made me study harder.”

He makes the most pitiful noise you’ve ever heard. “You’re evil.”

You smile sweetly, tilting your head. “But I’m your favorite, right?”

“…Yes. Obviously. Unfortunately. Please have mercy.”

You giggle at his barely-whispered plea for mercy and lean forward again, your fingers skimming just beneath the hem of his hoodie like you’re testing how far you can go before he breaks.

“Mercy, huh?” you murmur, brushing your lips barely against his jawline. “Didn’t take you for the begging type, Gojo.”

He lets out a sound that might’ve been a whimper, his whole body tensing like he’s holding on to the last shred of self-control he has left. “I’m not—I mean I am—but only because you’re being mean,” he blurts out, voice cracking. “You’re cheating. This is cheating.”

You pretend to be confused, blinking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Cheating? But I’m just trying to learn…”

“You’re not learning anything!” he practically explodes, hands flying up in exasperation, then immediately dropping as he realizes he’s yelling. “You’ve been driving me insane since you got here and—oh my god—I can’t think straight, you smell good, your boobs are out, and you’re touching me and you’re so close and I haven’t even finished writing the example problem and—!”

You cut him off by kissing the corner of his mouth, not quite a kiss, just enough to knock the wind out of him. “Then stop thinking.”

His breath hitches again—he swears he could combust on the spot. You can see it in the way his thighs tense under yours, in the way his fingers dig into the edge of the bed like he’s trying not to grab you. He wants to. So bad.

“But if I stop thinking,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “I’m gonna do something stupid. And you’re gonna laugh at me.”

“I won’t laugh,” you promise, dragging your nails gently up his arm. “Unless you're secretly into it....” He full-body shudders.

“You’re actually insane.” You smile, eyes sparkling. “And yet you still haven’t told me to stop.”

“I can’t tell you to stop,” he blurts. “I literally can’t. You could say anything right now and I’d fold like a pathetic lawn chair.”

“Anything?” you purr, nosing up against his ear. You can feel him trembling. “Like if I said ‘I want you to touch me, Gojo’…?”

He whines. Like, actually whines, head dropping forward onto your shoulder as his hands finally come to rest on your waist—tight, needy, but still so nervous you can feel the tension buzzing through him.

“You’re not fair,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin. “You’re not playing fair.”

You run your fingers through the soft white strands of his hair and smile, leaning in close to whisper against his temple, “Good thing this isn’t a game then… or you’d already have lost.”

His breath hitches at your words and he stays still, trembling, like he’s deciding whether to run or melt right into you. But it’s already over. His fingers twitch against your waist, gripping harder now, and when he lifts his head, there’s a glassy look in his eyes—unfocused, lust-drunk, and desperate.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he mutters. “I was just trying to explain linear motion. That’s all I wanted. Now my brain’s—fuck—I can’t even remember how to spell velocity.”

You lean in until your lips are brushing his featherlight. “Good. Then maybe take a break from studying and indulge in me hm?”

His mouth crashes against yours in a messy, frantic kiss, all teeth and tongue. His glasses are skewed, his hoodie pulled taut between your bodies as he grips your hips and drags you down flush against the hardness straining in his sweats. He groans into your mouth like it hurts—like he’s been this hard since you walked in and it’s finally breaking him.

“God, you’re so—so—pretty, and mean, and smart, and mean,” he babbles between kisses, one hand sliding up under your top, shaky and reverent as he finally touches skin. “I was trying to be professional, I swear, I had notes and everything—”

You roll your hips down into his lap and he chokes, head falling back, lips parted. His cock twitches against you, leaking through his sweats.

“This is what you wanted, right?” you whisper, dragging your fingers down the front of his chest, his stomach jumping under your touch.

“Me on your lap, distracting you. Being such a baddd student, hmm??" He whimpers, nodding like he’s trying to keep his sanity through sheer willpower.

“I’m not gonna last,” he says weakly. “I’m—if you keep moving like that, I’m gonna—gonna come in my pants like some desperate virgin loser—”

“Gojo,” you say softly, smiling as you palm him through his sweats. He gasps, body jerking. “That’s because you are a desperate virgin loser.”

He moans. Full-body, high-pitched, humiliated. “Oh my god.”

“But,” you murmur, shifting to tug down the waistband of his sweats just enough to free him, his cock flushed and twitching in your hand, “you’re my desperate loser now, right?”

His eyes roll back as you stroke him, his hips bucking helplessly into your fist. “Y-Yeah. Fuck. Yours. Just—just don’t stop. I’ll do anything, just don’t stop—”

And when you sink down onto him, slow and tight, squeezing him inch by inch until he’s fully inside, he clutches at you like he’s drowning, sobbing out your name like a prayer.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, arms wrapping around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. “You feel so good—I-I’m not gonna make it—I’m gonna—oh god, I’m gonna come already—” "Mm..Gojo you're filling me up s-so well im so happy u-ugh been wanting this." You moan out into his ear and he whimpers loudly at that stiffening under you.

"W-what agh- do you mean you've fuckfuckfuck been wanting this?" You're kissing all over him before finally pulling back in a complete daze over him.

"G-gojo Ive mphh- wanted you since I saw you on the first week of school this y-year I fuck — Heard a teacher calling you Gojo w-while praising your work and you just looked so cuuteee~ needed to have you" Your arms are wrapped around his neck and Gojo swears he's seeing stars. so that's how you knew his name — wait you knew him before he even knew about you?

"D-don't hafta call me agh Gojo anymore just call me sat-agh satoru~" He draws out his eyes rolled back and his knuckles white with how hard he's gripping onto you, you look down at him and grin your hips grinding on him.

"T-toru m'close cum with me please?" You whine out your movement getting faster and faster being too much for Gojo to handle. "C-cum on me baby~ im right there pleasepleaseplease give it to me ugh you're so pretty" He cant shut the fuck up begging you to cum on him as hes so close to reaching his high.

One final snap of your hips and you both break. Loud, helpless, completely ruined. It hits him hard, his whole body jerking beneath you as he spills deep inside, voice cracking with every breathless moan of your name. And even as he twitches and throbs, face buried in your neck, he clings to you like he’s never letting go.

"god..that was a-amazing t-thank you.." you smile softly and lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

"no need to thank me toru hun.. but this makes me your girlfriend now right?" You blink up at him and he wraps his arms around you tight, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"definitely you're not going anywhere."

A/n: ok guys so basically.. this is the last part.. I KNOW IM SORRY but this is not the last of nerdjo.. i will be making more nerdjo series and just nerdjo content because I fear im hyperfixated on him atm.. I hope you guys enjoyed this mini series and this part :3

#erenists #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk #nerdjo #nerd gojo #need nerdjo #nerd!gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk gojo #gojo smut #jujutsu gojo #satoru gojo #jujustu kaisen

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kxsagi · 3 months ago

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hear me out bllk characters with an “innocent” s/o who doesn’t understand pickup lines/takes them too literally 😭 with my freaky kings shidou, kaiser, aiku, karasu and otoya, pretty please

“𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?”

a/n: omg nah this is peak 🙏

(ac: miiuu1103 on tik tok)

ft. shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, aiku oliver, karasu tabito, otoya eita

shidou ryusei

shidou, being the menace he is, cannot resist dropping the dirtiest, most unhinged pickup lines on you.

he corners you one day, eyes gleaming, and purrs, “you wanna ride me like a skateboard, baby?”

you blink up at him with those wide, innocent eyes and a soft gasp.

“but ryu... i don't know how to skateboard.”

and you sound so genuinely distressed about it too, like you just failed a pop quiz.

he stares at you for a second. just stares. like a man witnessing the purest creature alive.

his brain actually short-circuits.

“nah, nah, princess, you don’t gotta know how to ride. i’ll teach ya, easy.”

you perk up immediately. “really?! i've always wanted to learn!”

shidou goes through it.

next thing you know this man is out here dragging a skateboard out of the garage, fully committed to giving you lessons like he didn’t mean it in the filthiest way possible.

he falls in love every time you wibble-wobble on the board and giggle when he catches you.

thinks you're the best thing since violence and energy drinks.

kaiser michael

kaiser is OBSESSED with you.

he thinks your innocence is a gift from the gods, handcrafted to make his life more entertaining.

one afternoon, he leans back lazily against the wall outside, smirking, and says, “are you a magician? because whenever i look at you, everyone else disappears.”

your eyes go HUGE. like a cartoon character. you start whipping your head around, frantically looking around the room.

“wait, where is everyone? what did you do?!”

you’re actually worried. you start listing people: “wasn’t ness just here? and that man selling pretzels?”

kaiser nearly slides down the wall laughing.

he’s gripping his stomach like he's about to ascend.

when he finally manages to breathe, he cups your cheeks and plants a kiss right on your forehead.

“relax, schatz. it’s just me being stupidly in love with you.”

you still make him check if ness is okay, though. (he texts ness “u alive?” ness replies “unfortunately.”)

aiku oliver

oliver has no shame.

if he sees you in cute shorts or a dress, he will immediately pull out the worst pickup lines he knows.

lounging on the couch one day, he winks at you and says, “your body’s 70% water... and i’m thirsty.”

you stare at him, so genuinely confused, like, “you can just drink from the kitchen? i refilled the brita.”

realizing how sassy that might have sounded, you legitimately run to get him a bottle of water and come back looking so proud of yourself.

“here, stay hydrated.”

oliver’s just sitting there with a hand over his face, sobbing internally from how precious you are.

he accepts the water, kisses your hand dramatically, and mutters, “god gave you to me because he knew i couldn’t handle anyone else.”

karasu tabito

karasu thinks he’s the king of smooth.

he leans over your shoulder while you're cooking, breath warm against your ear, and says, “are you from tennessee? ‘cause you’re the only ten i see.”

you immediately turn around and frown very seriously.

“tabi... i’ve never even been to tennessee.”

you sound so sad about it too, like you’re worried you disappointed him somehow.

karasu has to physically restrain himself from collapsing into giggles.

he straightens up, clearing his throat dramatically.

“nah, babe, it’s just a cheesy way of saying you’re insanely hot.”

you light up like a christmas tree. “oh! thank you!!”

and then you very earnestly offer, “i can go to tennessee if you want!”

karasu almost proposes on the spot.

from that day on he makes it his mission to hit you with a ridiculous pickup line at least once a day just to see your confused little face.

otoya eita

otoya thinks he’s the smoothest operator in the universe.

he slides up to you while you're minding your business and purrs, “do you have a map? ‘cause i just got lost in your eyes.”

immediately, you gasp and start rummaging through your bag like your life depends on it.

“i don’t have a paper map on me, but i have the maps app in my phone! wait, wait, don’t panic, i’ll find it!”

otoya watches you absolutely spiral over helping him and he has to cover his mouth to hide the fact that he’s losing his mind.

when you look up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, holding your phone out like a lifeline, he just melts.

“no need, princess,” he croons, tucking your hair behind your ear. “i’m exactly where i wanna be.”

you: "yay! so you’re not lost anymore?"

otoya internally: somebody please call an ambulance, i’m in love.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #shidou ryusei x reader #ryusei shidou x reader #karasu tabito x reader #tabito karasu x reader #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser michael x reader #oliver aiku x reader #aiku oliver x reader #otoya eita x reader #eita otoya x reader #rizz? what is that?

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loveanddeepdick · 9 months ago

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Please could I get anything to do with an obsessed geto when he’s feeling jealous/possessive- I’m a new follower and I love your obsessed geto work😩

hii anon i’m saurrr excited this is my first req! so ask and you shall receive! if u guys want more then just lmk >.<

obsessed!geto x f!reader || no genitalia is present but I marked it f!reader because shoko and geto refer to you with feminine terms, continuation of my previous obsessed!geto post

cw and notes: sfw but suggestive, geto is extremely possessive and jealous on the dl, SHOKO AND HIGURAMA CAMEO YAY, mentions of handcuffing you, shoko is concerned that geto is too clingy with you hehe

obsessed!geto who sees you talking to higurama at school when while drops off yuji’s items. he watches from the doorway into the courthe knows it’s unreasonable for his blood to be boiling at the sight of you talking to another man but he knows you’re loyal. no matter where you were, you were his girl and he was your man.

higurama’s eyes catches geto’s as he’s closing his conversation with you. both men are silent, staring at each other.

“thanks, hiromi! i’ll see you when yuji comes back from his school trip!”, you waved higurama goodbye, not sensing the eyes burning in your back.

“uh—yeah, i’ll see you”

right as higurama turns around, you yelp, almost dropping the box of yuji’s items when you feel two hands wrap around your waist.

“hi angel”, geto mumbled into your ear. you turn around, meeting the pretty face of your boyfriend. his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed against your head.

“whats going on, sugu? usually you hate pda”

“just missed you, that’s all”

“is this because of hiromi? are you jellyyy”, you giggle, squeezing his cheek. he gives a low chuckle before nodding his head again.

“aww.. you big ol’ baby, you know you’re the only for me!”

“yeah, i know sweetheart. im the only man for you”

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obsessed!geto who hates when someone actually notices and points out how clingy he can be. of course, geto knows he's possessive and wants to stay as nonchalant as possible but it’s so hard when he finds you so attractive.

it's a friday night in your house and you're laying on the couch with shoko, binging love island season six while snacking on some popcorn. you two are complaining about the men on screen when shoko brings up that geto is as clingy as the men on love island.

“heyy, girl, you know.. suguru is really clingy toward you, don’t you think? i've never seen him act this way", shoko mumbles, letting out a small giggle

geto overhears shoko from the kitchen, stopping in his steps. shoko was his friend too and knows her too well. before he could deject, he hears you instead.

"hm? i don't think he's too clingy. i think it's just right, actually", you reply with a mouth full of popcorn.

"you two talking about me?" geto smiles as he snakes a hand on the nape of your neck and down your back as he approaches you two from behind the couch.

"jeez, give us a warning, suguru. i was just telling your wifey here that you need to lay off her back a little. i mean, you two are way past your honeymoon stage and you're still connected to her as if you're handcuffed or something", shook shrugged.

well that was an idea for later

"shoko, i think i know what's best for my girlfriend. if she wants space, she would've told me", geto plants a kiss before leaving the room again, chuckling at shoko, "maybe find a girlfriend of your own, ierie".

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after shoko left, it was 1:27am and you were cleaning up the blankets. you felt geto's looming presence in the doorway of the living room as you threw away the unpopped popcorn bits into the trash. you turned your head and he smiled when he noticed that you finally acknowledged him. it was almost eerie the way he could show up, go places, and just stalk there without anyone noticing. you, being his girlfriend, of course became accustomed to it and it didn't scare you anymore.

"hi, baby, not sleeping yet?" you shuffle over in your comfy slippers and give him a small peck on the corner of his mouth before brushing your thumb on his cheek.

"nah.. just waiting for you, angel", geto stepped forward towards you and cupped your face. his calloused hands englufed your cheeks as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression.

"am i too clingy for you, doll? do you want some space?".

geto almost smirked knowing your answer. of course it'd be no. he knew you and had dug up everything about you before you two had officially started dating. it's not like he had to change anything about him, he always was and will be your perfect man.

"mm-mm!", you shook your head, "don't think about was ierie said too much, sugu".

geto visibly relaxed a little. his shoulders slightly came down before his right hand trailed down to your waist and his other hand reached into his pocket to pull out something metal.

you were his. you'd always be his no matter how people looked at you too.

"so... about the handcuff thing that she said earlier.."

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader smut #geto smut #geto suguru #rina journal 📝#obsessed!geto

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bbyg4rl · 6 months ago

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i'm your JJ ✧

cw: JJ x Kie's sister!reader, fluff, slight allusion to sex, happy ending !

summary: JJ cant avoid his feelings for his friend's sister anymore. inspired by this request.

a/n: this lowkey so cute thanks i started kicking my legs while writing LMAO hope this is what u expected anon <3

You were just grabbing a glass of juice and making your way back to your room when your sister, Kie, stormed into your room behind you.

"I'm having JJ over tonight. Don't come out of your room."

"It's my house too. I'll come out if I want to" you shot back.

"Just don't, okay? you're annoying enough as it is" she replied, rolling her eyes as she walked out.

time jump

you buried yourself in your pillows trying your best to drown out the sound of the movie playing downstairs. you could faintly hear your sister make excuses to JJ about why you weren't hanging out with them, claiming you "weren't feeling well". The lie made you want to storm down and snap at her, but every time you reached for the door handle, Kie's words struck you like an alarm clock, the words froze you for a reason you couldn't quite discern and sent you back to your bed where you resumed trying to muffle the sounds of the tv.

suddenly, there was a knock at your bedroom door, you half-expected Kie to be on the other side, ready to take more shots at you but you were surprised to see JJ, he softly opened the door, searching for your face in the messy room. As soon as he spotted you, he rushed over and sat on your bedside, his hands gently reaching for your face.

"Hey, mama. how you feelin'?"

"Shouldn't you be downstairs with Kie?" you replied sarcastically.

"Don't answer my question with another question y/n. besides, your sister can handle herself for a little while. I'm here to check up on you, babycakes" he said, smiling at you as his hands combed through your hair.

You couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. "Thanks for checking up on me, JJ, but I’m fine. I just wanted to stay in my room today" you replied softly.

You didn't quite understand why you were covering for Kie. Maybe a little part of you felt guilty for feeling what you felt for JJ, especially since you knew Kie had a thing for him. She made it painfully clear, dropping hint after hint, but somehow, JJ seemed oblivious. His attention never strayed toward her. His eyes were always on you, never missing an opportunity to admire you, darting to you every time a joke left his lips.

Your train of thought was interrupted by JJ's calloused hand stroking your cheek.

"You're not really a 'stay in' kind of a person, mama. Tell me what's wrong, you know you can tell me anything. I'm your JJ"

You shot him a wry smile, "You're cute, JJ"

"You're just stating the obvious, baby" he quipped, flashing one of those smirks that always made your stomach flip.

"Why do you even wanna know what's wrong? You want me or something?" you teased.

"You have no idea how much I want you" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What?" Your eyes widened. Did he just say he wants you?

"Just come on down, babycakes" he said, cutting off any chance for a reply as he slipped his hands under you, lifting you bridal style. Before you knew it, he was carrying you downstairs.

You felt Kie's eyes boring holes into your back as JJ placed you on the couch beside Kie, pulling a blanket over you and settling in beside you. Your heart raced, waiting for an outburst to tear its way through your sister, knowing how much this must be killing her.

The three of you quietly settled in to watch the movie. That is, until you noticed JJ’s hand slowly inching closer to yours, eventually resting on top of it, his thumb occasionally swiping across the back of your hand.

As the movie went on, your mind wandered, You couldn’t help but notice how close JJ really was to you, his hand on top of yours, his knee brushing yours, his shark tooth necklace rising up and down on his chest with every breath he took.

An idea popped into your head, The movie wasn’t all that interesting anyway, it wouldn't hurt to spice it up now, would it?

you slipped your hand from under his and scooted closer, thigh pressing against as his. His breath hitched as you adjusted your blanket to cover his legs before resting your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to the growing tent in his shorts.

"Y/n" he whispered, voice strained, not daring to look at you.

"Hm?" you responded feigning innocence, as you moved your hand higher before abruptly pulling it away and standing up.

"I'm gonna get more popcorn" you declared, only then noticing that Kie had fallen asleep in her spot.

Grinning to yourself, you made your way to the kitchen, thoughts of JJ swirling in your mind. You were rummaging through the cabinets when you heard JJ’s heavy breathing behind you.

"What was that, Y/n"

"What was what?"

"You know what I'm talkin' about, mama." he growled, his tone low and agitated as his hand snaked around your waist pulling you into him.

"Don't do that again " he murmured, pressing a small kiss to your hair before walking back to the living room.

Your face flushed as you stood there, stunned. The difference between the JJ who had come to your room earlier and the man that had just pulled your ass into him excited you. He wasn't usually this bold with you, but lately his resolve seemed to be breaking and his control was faltering, his obsession with you becoming harder for him to hide. Not that it was ever really hidden.

Finally, you found the popcorn and returned to the living room. The rest of the night passed in relative silence, with only quiet glances exchanged between you and JJ.

When it was time for him to leave, he shot you a smirk and gave Kie a quick side hug before heading out the door. You made your way to your room and flopped onto your bed, only to hear a knock on your window moments later.

It was JJ, with a shit eating grin plastered to his face. You opened the window to let him in.

"JJ? I thought you left-"

Before you could finish, his lips were on yours.

Pulling away slightly, he looked into your eyes. "I couldn't leave without kissing you, I can't pretend no more, baby. I need you"

You smiled, pulling him back in for another kiss. You’d been waiting for this moment for so long. He slowly led you to your bed, laying you on your back as he climbed on top, his hands rested on your sides, as he deepened the kiss, his knee between your legs, teasing you.

You cupped his face, pulling it back to look at him. "What am I gonna tell Kie?"

"Tell her I’m your JJ."

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syluss-littlecrow · 6 months ago

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diet pepsi

losing all your innocence in Zayne's backseat 💙

where a night drive with Zayne ends up having you him deciding to find ways to amp up the cold temperatures in his backseat.

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, windows get fogged & car seats get hot, based on the song Diet Pepsi, orgasms, breeding kink (r u surprised at this point), fingering

w/c: 1.7k

a/n: here's a little icy treat for the girlies out there. I actually think this song is so delicious, and I just had to use this for Zayne's fic. Enjoy as always, thank you for reading & supporting 💙

You used to dislike the rainy weather because of the way the wetness and humidity would ruin your plans. Not to mention, you hated getting your hair wet.

The monsoon season is still going strong–some days the rain barely letting the sun shine.

Well, this was one of those days.

Zayne’s hands are relaxed on your thigh, managing the steering wheel with one hand.

The rain continues to patter on, filling the car with the sound of rain. It's actually relaxing, you think, especially when Zayne is calmly by your side.

“You're smiley tonight”, Zayne points out, his eyes not leaving the road.

“How would you know?” You tease. “Your eyes are on the road!”

“I just do. Aren't things like that common when you have a partner? I know you well enough, y/n.”

A soft squeeze to your thigh.

He doesn't realise how far up his hand is on your thigh and your heart is suddenly fluttering.

So is your pussy.

You pat your cheeks to calm yourself down. There was something about Zayne just driving you through the rain with his hand squeezing your thigh, and how the whole car smells just like him.

“Are you cold? I feel goosebumps all over your thighs”, Zayne points out, his eyes still on the road.

At the red light, he’s able to focus his attention fully on you.

“I'll increase the heating-” he turns to look at you, noticing the pink that's flushed on your cheeks.

“I'm still cold”, you half-lie.

“We'll drop by to get some heating packs at the convenience store. Bear with it a little longer”, he comforts you, this time taking your hand in his, pressing his lips against the back of your hand, the warmth spreading all over.

Suddenly you feel greedy. You want him to kiss more places than just the back of your hand.

Zayne parks at the nearest store, ready to open the doors and leave. The car park is practically empty, with some cars sparsely parked.

He's about to open the car door until your fingers are curled around his tie.

“Zayne… could we find…other ways to warm up?”

It takes seconds for Zayne to catch on quickly.

Zayne watches you crawl to the backseat, the smell of your perfume and the sight of your dress pushing up, just shy of your panties, makes him breathe a little harder.

He pushes his seat forward, then opens the driver's side of the door.

While his hands loosens his navy tie, he watches you through the backseat window–the way you stare at him while you roll your lace panties off your legs.

He swallows hard, still trying to keep his strings of rationale intact. But the way you're fucking teasing him like this can only hold him back so much.

He slams the car door behind him, trapping both of you in the vehicle, his lips immediately devouring yours so desperately. His requests for more come in soft whimpers. Zayne lets his hands wander all over your body, tugging your dress down past your tits, making you gasp at the cold air that hits you.

His lips travel down your neck, each time his lips leave a blazing trail that melts into your skin.

“It's cold, Zayne”, you mumble, your hands running through his jet black locks.

“And we’ll warm each other up”, he replies. You feel the warmth of his palm travel dangerously down your thigh to your hips.

His slender fingers travel down south until he feels your warm and wet pulsing cunt. You watch him wet his fingers with his tongue, then back to his favourite spot. His fingers circle around your wet pussy hole, and then his fingers plunge in, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your spine. He curls his fingers in you, watching you in awe, your hips lifting off the car seat, your moans competing with the wet sounds your cunt is making.

"Look at you, already soaking wet", he teases, making sure you hear the way your cunt squelches when he slowly pulls his fingers out, your juices decorating his fingers, glistening under the dim lights. He makes you watch him lick his tainted fingers clean, the taste of you dusting Zayne's cheeks a soft shade of red.

"Zayne, please", your fingers tug against the sleeve of his dress shirt. "It's not enough."

Zayne chuckles, and he pushes your legs further apart. "Of course it isn't. I know your body best, don't I?" He applies pressure on your clit with his thumb, and another jolt of electricity flutters through your spine.

Zayne doesn't waste much time to remove his trousers. Despite his towering height, he's able to smoothly strip himself without hitting his head on the roof of the car. What other skills does this man have?

Well, you didn't have the time to make guesses considering Zayne was demanding your attention on him, leaning in for more greedy kisses. You hear his soft mutters as he's pressing himself against you, edging himself against you with his wet cock.

"I love it when you wear lipstick. It makes me want to ruin it so much."

His tongue feels hot against yours. It's so intoxicatingly good. Was it because it was still raining? Was it because he's about to fuck the lights out of you in his car? Whatever it is--he just feels so fucking good on you.

"I'm gonna enter you now", he says, waiting for you to give the green light. You nod, taking his palm onto your cheek.

Zayne lines himself right at your pussy hole, and he pushes himself into you. His groans sound so pretty when he's getting fucked out like this.

He watches the way his cock slowly stretches you open, trying to fit all of him in. The warmth of your cunt is just sucking him in, so fucking perfect for the rainy weather.

You're seeing stars. Zayne feels so big and thick in you and you have to remind yourself to fucking breathe. You feel him draw circles on your thighs to soothe you. It works for a second or two, until the feeling of Zayne pushing more of his length in, filling you up completely makes your head spin once more. You're fighting to keep your line of sight clear, but it's tough when your boyfriend is fucking balls deep in your pussy.

“You're so warm and tight”, he groans, his olive eyes slowly letting go of the last strings of sanity he has left. “It feels so good.”

Zayne can't get enough–even when you're sprawled beneath him, legs spread open, hair a shriveled mess, lipstick smudged at the corner, and eyes that leak so much lust–you look like a goddess in his eyes, pinned underneath him.

“Zayne”, you whine. He makes him grow thicker in you when he hears you like that for him. “Wait a moment, you're too big–”

Zayne scrunches his eyebrows when he feels you squeeze him. Fuck, you're really driving him insane.

He pulls out slightly, his breath hitched at the back of his throat when your creamy load leaks out and pools at the base of his dick.

Zayne pushes himself in once more, the sounds of you whining like music to him. He thrusts into you over and over again, savouring and eating the moans that leave your lips.

He pulls back, the greedy slowly clouding his vision when he realises this isn't enough.

Zayne effortlessly shifts you onto his lap, not minding that his cock naturally slipped out for now. His palm is on the back of your head and he’s pulling you in for another round of wet and desperate kisses. Every sigh you pull out from him makes your pussy clench the air uselessly.

Suddenly, the air doesn't feel as cold anymore.

Zayne looks at you with such overflowing desire that it makes him feel dizzy too.

Soft lips latch onto your skin, burning you with pleasure and tease.

It feels hot and heavenly.

You sigh, fidgeting and tugging his ears playfully.

“It's…gotten warmer”, you point out, feeling the warmth radiating off the both of you–the small beads of perspiration rolling down your neck to your chest.

“Even better”, Zayne replies, cupping your tits, wetting your nipple with rolls of his tongue, sucking your soft nubs. His eyes lock onto you to lap up your reactions. You're falling apart in the best ways possible.

He can't get enough of the way your pussy is staining his trousers, rubbing, teasing his thick cock to just enter you again.

You call out his name over and over, mixed with weak moans and your body trembling with every light tug he does on your nipple.

When he finally gives you mercy and stops, you watch his smile play on his lips.

You pout, sliding your thumb across his lips, and watching with shaky breaths when he takes your thumb past his lips, and equally wets it with his tongue.

You dive in, starved to claim his lips as yours once more, sharing the warmth that continues to climb within the confines of the car.

Zayne positions his cock once more, lining it up to your wet pussy hole, and pushes himself in again, drawing gasps and moans when he's filled you to the brim once more. He feels thicker this time.

“So good”, you sigh, your knees shaking from your pussy stretching once more.

His hand sprawls over your ass, guiding it up and down as he thrusts you from below, still careful that you don't hit the roof of the car.

He shifts himself slightly forward, and you follow suit, letting him hit deeper parts in you more safely. You have your arms wrapped around him, realising it's completely pointless to try to ground yourself with Zayne fucking you stupid like that.

More wet and lewd sounds start filling the car. You hear his voice right at your ear.

“I love it so much when your tight pussy makes such pretty sounds for me.”

He pins your thighs down, forcing you to take every thrust he gives you. It gives him access to hit your sensitive spongy spot. It makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You bite your lip, the muscles in your thighs tensing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! It feels so fucking good.

Zayne knows he's hit the sweet spot when you tighten all over him, both in your arms and pussy.

“Let go all over me, y/n”, Zayne’s voice tickles your ears. “You're gonna feel so good.”

The repetition of Zayne perfectly hitting your spot makes you sob. The knot in your stomach snaps, and your thighs shake, your orgasm washing over you in waves, your vision going white.

You're in fucking heaven.

“So good. I'm cumming so much, Zayne”, you sob. Zayne isn't letting your orgasm go just yet.

He leaves another mark on your shoulder, taking in a deep inhale of the perfume that's struggling to stay on your skin.

“I'm gonna make a whole mess in you, darling.”

For a man as calm and collected as Zayne, the way he fucks you is nasty and disrespectful.

And you love every fucking bit of it.

He peppers kisses all over your neck and shoulders, turning them into bites when you feel his cock pulse, then warm and thick cum fills your whole pussy up.

“That's it. Take all of it. That's my good girl.”

While you catch your breath, you notice the fog on the car windows. You're not sure if the rain stopped or not. All you're sure of is that your mind is slowly getting broken by Zayne–every bit of it belonging to him, and that every time he fucks you from below, it makes you shiver from the sheer pleasure.

You feel Zayne suck your neck once more and the pleasure sends shivers down your body.

“Don't get distracted, darling”, his gentle voice luring you back to him.

He fits his cum-covered cock right into you again–nothing more than a stronger indicator that he's not done yet. It elicits another choked moan out of you. His grip is harder on you now.

“Say my name. Louder.”

Damn. The temperature really went up.

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withlovemark · 6 months ago

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“how to ask your girlfriend if you’re bad at sex?”

warnings: smut! vibrator, protected sex, overstimulation, squirting

jisung! rummages through your drawers looking for your phone charger, his phone a little under 20%, when he stumbled upon a pink device, half the size of his hand, with a hello kitty top, confusion etched onto his face.

bringing it closer, he examines his new discovery. clicking on the one button he could find, the device comes to life, vibration coursing through his fingers.

he drops it in shock, finally realizing what it was before furiously shutting it off as fast as he could, every click just switching to a new beat before finally powering off and throwing it back where he found it, slamming! your drawer shut.

why the hell did you have a vibrator?

“sungie, you okay in there?,” you yell from your living room.

“y-yeah baby! just dropped my phone,” he replies quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket and doing the only thing he could think of.

—

*7 dream, 1 cup*

jisung: hypothetically…

haechan: i’m sleeping.

jisung: if u find a hypothetical hello kitty vibrator in ur girl’s hypothetical drawer, does that mean ur bad at sex…hypothetically?

haechan: im up

chenle: yes

mark: no

jisung: mark pls elaborate

chenle: fuck u how about me?

jisung: idgaf about ur opinion!

haechan: yeah! wdgaf!

chenle: k. all im saying is my girl doesn’t need a vibrator with how good my dick is

mark: don’t listen to him, think of the vibrator as your friend 🙂‍↕️

jisung: this isn’t about me! it’s hypothetical!

haechan: yeah, i agree with mark … my girl and i tried it last month and 😩😮‍💨🤯🪦💐🕊️☁️👼👍

mark: too much unwanted information about ur sex life but yeah same here, felt like i died and went to heaven for a split second too

haechan: omg what type of vibrator ur girl got? 😛

mark: not telling you

haechan: ☹️

chenle: real men used to go to war for pussy now they let a battery operated device beat them at sex

haechan: stfu chenle u know nothing!

mark: real men used to go to war for pussy now they’re scared once their girl touches a vibrator she’ll never need his dick again

haechan: ooooohhhh get him!

*chenle has left the gc*

haechan: dramatic ass bitch, no one add him back!

jeno: what’s happening here?

*renjun has added chenle to the gc*

mark: couldn’t even last a second 😂

haechan: renjun you traitor!

renjun: i actually don’t give a fuck!, jisung just go talk to your girlfriend about it for the love of god! and chenle stop messaging me!

chenle: just ordered a vibrator, gonna prove to yall that my girl don’t need that shit

haechan: which one did u get? u want recs? 🤓

jaemin: jisung can you ask y/n where she got her hello kitty vibrator so i can get one for my girl? 🥺

jisung: this is not about y/n!

—

he sighs in frustration, his friends were absolutely no help but he was more at ease knowing that their girlfriends had one too. taking renjun’s advice, he decides to just talk to you about it but he couldn’t find a way to do so.

he stays there on your bed googling how to ask your gf if you're bad at sex?, until his phone died, leaving him staring at the wall.

you entered the room, eyeing him suspiciously, he was supposed to be back in the living room 30 minutes ago, it doesn’t take that long to grab your charger, “you okay?” you ask.

“amibadatsex?,” he quickly blurts out, brain completely shutting down.

“what?,”

“am i bad at sex?,”

“what?! no!,”

“oh…”

“is there a reason why you’re asking this?,”

“i uhm…found your vibrator”

your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “oh my god jisung, why were you snooping through my stuff!?”

“i wasn’t! i was just looking for your charger, i swear!,” he nervously explains, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

“i-i got one when you were on tour,” you confessed, cheeks still pink from this conversation.

“oh…,”

”yeah…” you look down at your feet, just wanting the ground to open up, swallow you whole and take you away from this conversation.

jisung walks over to where you were standing, gently turning your face towards him, “you don’t have to be embarrassed baby but can you please tell me why?, i don’t feel too good about it,” he reveals his insecurity and you knew you had to clear things up.

“i just- i couldn’t cum with my fingers alone anymore…i needed yours but of course that wasn’t possible so i decided to try it out”

he feels his pants tighten at your confession. the image of you getting frustrated at not being able to cum without him going straight to his cock.

“did it work?,”

“uhm yeah, it actually did….but it can never make me feel the way you do,” you admit, easing his worries.

he thinks back to what mark and haechan said. “can i try it?,”

“huh? i mean sure, i don’t know what it would feel like for you though,”

“oh my god no….can i try it on you?,”

“oh…like you’re gonna use it on me?,”

“yeah, can i play with you?,”

“oh o-okay,”

slowly you walk over, grabbing the vibrator out of your drawer and handing it to him, nerves of excitement bubbling through you.

“how does it work?,” he asks, inspecting the pink device again.

“well, it has 8 different vibrations, i usually just use the first 3, they feel the best for me and well you just place it where you would usually touch me,” you explain and he nods attentively.

“sit down,” he backs you into your bed, voice going an octave deeper and all you can do is follow his order.

sitting on the edge of your bed, jisung kneels down right in front of your core, you watch him, feeling yourself getting more turned on with every second that passes.

he pulls your shorts down, hips automatically raising up, before diving back into your clothed core, breathing in your scent and pulling your panties to the side, “you’re already so wet baby,” he praises licking a strip down your folds. there’s no way your vibrator is going to taste you before he does.

“does it turn you on knowing what i'm about to do?,”

you moan in response pussy clenching at nothing, “stop teasing sung please,”

jisung clicks the device once, the vibration hitting your ears in the quiet room, quickly pushing it on your cunt. you hiss at the first contact and he pulls it away, afraid he had hurt you, “what? what happened? are you okay?,”

“im okay sungie it was just too much too quick,” you smile, “here,” you guide him back to your pussy, “just push it lightly first, let me get used to it,” he does so, moving your vibrator in slow circles until it finally hit you at the righ spot, “ohhh, f-fuck,” you moan. jisung takes note of it, placing it there again earning another whine from you, “r-right there, baby, turn it up”

he clicks it again, the device gaining more speed before placing it back on your wet pussy, “oh my god!,” you moan, hand clutching his t-shirt, pussy clenching around air, “f-feel what im feeling baby,” you say, grabbing his other hand and leading it right to your hole. his fingers disappearing in you, “you’re so fucking tight,” he compliments in awe.

with the way he has curled his finger repetitively hitting that spot you can never seem to reach, the vibrator humming against your clit, your body gives in quicker than usual, “i-im cumming, baby i-dont stop, keep it right there,” you moan, pushing his hand harder, the added pressure finally sending you to release, back hitting your bedsheets, eyes rolling back. jisung watches in amazement, collecting the juices with his tongue making you whine.

all he could think about is if you were that tight around his finger, how would you feel around his throbbing cock.

“i need to feel you,” he makes his way over to you, soft lips landing on yours as you taste yourself in his tongue. he pushes his body on top of yours, making you feel his hard member, “you feel that baby? that’s how much i need you”

you swiftly discard his tight jeans, freeing him from his boxers, large cock springing up to his stomach. reaching for the condom in your nightstand, you place it on him, he moans at the squeeze of your hand, his rock hard boner somehow getting harder and you start getting worried. his cock was always enough to make you see stars but with the added vibrations you’re not too sure if you could take it.

you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as he lined up against your core, slowly entering you, moans mixing in the air.

“fuck jisung, y-you’re so big,”

“baby,” he grunts, rocking into you, your wet pussy making it easy for him to slide in and out.

he grabs your vibrator again, clicking it on and placing it back on your clit, pussy immediately tightening around him. he groans as you pull him closer and closer towards you, the vibration going straight to his cock, “holy fuck,” he gasps at the new sensation.

“f-feels so good sungie,” you whine against his ear, hips meeting his every thrust, getting quicker and quicker. the rest of your clothes being thrown across the room. you grab onto his back for support.

with his body against you and yours still being sensitive from your previous orgasm, jisung feels you cum hard. you were so fucking tight around his dick, it all feels too good. his lips swallow your moans as he continues his actions, desperately chasing his release.

“j-jisung” you gasp in pain, vibrator still placed firmly on your clit, but your boyfriend’s thrusts were getting messier and messier, signaling his nearing orgasm, and you wanted him to cum just as hard.

soon enough the pain turned into pleasure, a new commotion stirring up in your stomach, down to your toes. you no longer understand the feeling that’s taking over.

your vibrator has made you cum so many times before but you never felt it work with your boyfriend’s dick — this was entirely new territory.

“f-fuck, j-jisung, i’m gonna-,” you scream at the overstimulation, legs shaking, toes curling and before you knew it your pussy pushed him away, juices squirting onto his belly.

“holy shit babe,” he groans, the action sends jisung into overdrive, watching it all unfold as his release quickly fills up the condom, “aghhh,” he grunts in pleasure, body going slack on yours as you tried to calm your racing hearts.

“what just happened?,” he asks in amazement.

“i-i think i just squirted,”

“you think?”

“i think so, i-i don't know, it's never happened before,” you confess, getting embarrassed. he can’t help but smirk proudly, knowing that he was the first and only person to get you to do that.

jisung kisses you before you have the chance to hide behind your embarrassment.

“that was so. fucking. hot,” he compliments in between kisses” let’s do it again”

—

he finally finds your charger on top of your desk, his phone coming alive. in just a span of 2 hours he and his new friend have made you cum a total of 6 times, him 4, the room smelling of sex. and honestly he could go again but you have made him stop for now, body exhausted.

*7 dream, 1 cup*

jisung: hi chat

haechan: he’s alive! so how was it? tell us everything! 😏

chenle: no one cares

haechan: i care!

mark: yo dude u good? you just stopped responding

jisung: sorry, phone died

jisung: can confirm

jisung: 😩😮‍💨🤯🪦💐🕊️☁️👼👍

*haechan reacted 🤩 to your message*

*mark reacted 😂 to your message*

renjun: you’re welcome

chenle: just paid for expedited shipping yall better not be lying to me rn

jaemin: jisung did you ever ask y/n where she got it?

jisung: oh it’s at www.NowCummingToday.com/sanriocollab-hellokitty-vibrator

jaemin: thank you!! 😚

renjun: that can’t be a real site

jeno: holy shit they have so many options

chenle: robots are gonna take over my girls pussy and it’s your faults

haechan: ooh! try the rose toy! that one’s crazy ahaha 🤓

jisung: 🫡

mark: 🫡

jaemin: 🫡

an: happy bday to my baby jisung <3 (p.s. i tried to do the little smau text thing bcs those are my favorites to read but i honestly couldn’t find an app that was free plus too lazy to figure it out so sorry!…if anyone has tips pls let me know >.< )

#i just know he’s big #he’s an innocent freak #everyone greet my baby a happy birthday!#nct jisung #jisung x reader #jisung smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #nct x reader #nct smut #c.fics

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amatariki · 12 days ago

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LOVE INSANE 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ you give me that dopamine

(𝓐UTREMENT) — you're always cute even when you try to cook for jay and fail.

天使ℳade :: bf!park jeongseong x can't cook!fem!reader ⋆˚✿˖° 𝒆𝒔𝒕. (715) (ℒ)lust. kissing, skinship, close fire incidents

ᥫ᭡⊹ ࣪ ˖ (1) notification! LOVE INSANE IS MAKING ME GO INSANE LIKE ITS SUCH A GOATED ASS SONG OMG RAHHHHH i had to write this. anw, gonna be travelling tmr, will be back by the very end of august. love u all <3

💋 #reblog for kisses ☆゙ catalogue ˖°— 𝐕𝐎𝐋.𝐗𝐕

“I’m home,” Jay announces, closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes.

Jay stalks over to the couch where you were sitting and drops onto it, sinking into the cushions. He lets his head fall on your plush thighs.

“How was your day?” you ask, calmly, threading his hair between your fingers.

“Tiring, like always,” Jay replies honestly. “But it’s all worth it.”

“Get some rest now, then,” you say, leaning down to place a soft, tender kiss on his forehead.

As you pull away, Jay quickly tugs you back down by your shirt, reaching up to capture your lips in a kiss. It wasn’t just any kind of kiss. It was lazy, messy, far from perfect. But the insatiable hunger and desire pulsing through it were unmistakable. It was one of those moments that weren’t much, but still an unforgettable memory.

Jay eventually pulls away, leaving you stunned like it was the first time he’d done that. No matter how many kisses he gave you, your heart would race, and your thoughts would swirl around in a blizzard in your head.

Snuggling into your lap once again, Jay starts to doze off as the exhaustion from practicing all day catches up to his body.

“Dream of things as sweet as you…” You mumble, still running your fingers through Jay’s hair.

“Mhm, I think I’ll dream of things like you ‘cause you’re sweeter.”

Of course, that just drove you crazier in true Park Jay fashion.

Sweet, sweet dreams as sweet as you were what Jay ended up dreaming, true to his statement. But he wasn’t prepared for them to turn hazy with smoke and the evading, endless odour of…something burning?

Jay snapped awake, panic coursing through him as some kind of sensor built into him sensed that you were in danger.

“What are you doing?” Jay yelled, rushing into the kitchen.

His eyes widened, taking in the sight of the raging fire in the saucepan on the stove. You stood beside it, looking around frantically, trying to remember where you put the fire extinguisher.

Panicking, you run over to the sink, filling a glass with water to put out the fire.

“No!” Jay yells, rushing past you, grabbing a lid, and quickly placing it on top of the saucepan.

“It’s fine now,” he sighs. “Never try to put out a cooking fire with water. It’ll cause the fire to spread.”

“Oh,” you say, disappointment layering your voice. “I’m sorry…I couldn’t remember where the fire extinguisher was…” “It’s okay,” Jay replies, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry, Jay,” you say, sobs choking your voice. “I just wanted to do something nice and cook something for us. You work so hard, and I wanted to help you. But I just ruined it.”

To your surprise, Jay just bursts into laughter.

You look up at him, brows arched in confusion. “What?” you ask.

“It was scary to see you almost burn down our house, but thankfully, I was here. Y’know, the fact that you tried to cook dinner for us makes me so happy. Even if you failed, I love you for trying. You didn’t just push away the work and order takeout. You put in the effort and tried, and I love you for that. It makes me happy. You make me happy.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, a smile blooming on your face.

“You look so pretty when you smile,” Jay murmurs, causing you to turn red. He chuckles, seeing your face.

Jay’s hand snaked up to cup your cheeks, his eyes gazing into yours. He leaned forward, pressing your foreheads together. Lips so close together, but not pressed against each other like you desperately wanted them to be.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, your breath hitching in your throat like always, like you were a teenage girl receiving her first kiss from her longtime-crush-turned-boyfriend.

Jay finally gave in and pressed his lips against yours, like the lack of your consent was the only thing that held him together, and now that you had given it, he had gone feral.

The kiss wasn’t lazy like last time. But it was messy and fueled with unspoken desire. However, at the moment, all you cared about was about having his lips on yours.

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fireinmoonshot · 4 months ago

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Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: You're away for a few days for a work trip and even on the first night, Joaquin is making sure you know how much he misses you. Warnings: Mentions of food. Word Count: 1k A/N: I've wanted to write something regarding Joaquin + facetiming before and then I got this as a request the other day so it was perfect. I think Joaquin would be so cute in this scenario... 🥹 I adore him, my sweet angel boy.

You’re in line at the grocery store getting some things to take back to your hotel room when your phone starts buzzing. The photo on the screen, a selfie of your boyfriend that he’d taken on your phone, shows that Joaquin is trying to Facetime you. You cancel the call and quickly type out a message to him before putting your stuff up on the counter.

Sorry, baby, I can’t answer right now – in line at the grocery store xo ❤️

The phone buzzes again just as the cashier starts scanning your items and asks you how your day is going. Once you’ve paid, you check the message, smiling as you read it.

Ok…🙁

You’re away for four nights on a work trip and Joaquin is clearly already struggling having the house to himself. At first, you thought he’d enjoy the freedom of being alone… but now that you think about it, it sounds like his worst nightmare.

You reach your rental car and unlock it, climbing into the drivers seat and putting your groceries and bag on the passenger seat. Pulling your phone out from your bag, you send Joaquin another quick text to check in before heading back to your hotel.

I’m in the car now, I can call on my way to my hotel? The car has hands free.

A message from Joaquin appears seconds later. No, too dangerous. Call when u are in ur room pls, I miss u ❤️😢

You can’t help but smile at the message, sending a quick okay back to him before putting your phone in your bag, putting your seatbelt on and starting up the car. The entire drive back to the hotel, you hear your phone going off every minute or so. He says it’s too dangerous to call you via hands free but will distract you by texting you every minute… yeah, makes complete sense…

Despite your desire to check it after you park, you wait till you’re in your hotel room before getting your phone out of your bag. It would’ve been a hassle to try and read and reply to his messages while navigating the elevator and trying not to lose your room key card.

You almost laugh as you see why your phone was going off so often.

Joaquin has sent you a detailed list of everything he did today while you were gone – ever since he dropped you off at the airport at 9am right up until now at 7pm. He’s even included pictures – a variety of zoomed in photos and a couple selfies. You save them all to your camera roll. Your favourites are the one where he’s giving a thumbs up to the camera after successfully doing grocery shopping alone, another one blowing a kiss to you because he misses you and, probably the best one of all, him flipping off the microwave because it didn’t properly heat up his lunch.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you text him back.

Why did you send all of these? 😂 I mean, so cute, but are we not about to Facetime so you can tell me all about your day anyway, baby?

Unsurprisingly, his reply comes through instantly.

In case I had to go before u got back.

Go where? I thought you were staying in tonight.

Yea but what if Sam called and I had to go and help him save the world. 🦸🏽‍♂️

You can’t not laugh at that. Especially with the little superhero emoji. He’s adorable – so utterly adorable – and you miss him even more upon reading his words. You climb back up onto the bed so you can sit properly on it and hit the Facetime button, immediately calling Joaquin.

He answers straight away.

“Angel,” he drags out the word as his face appears on the screen, a pout on his lips.

“Hi baby,” you chuckle, smiling down at his face on your phone screen. “I’m glad Sam hasn’t called and asked you to come help him save the world yet.”

He grins. Through the screen, you can see that he’s laying on your bed, his face a little smushed into the pillow. He looks sleepy and you wish you were with him. “Me too,” he replies. “I miss you… how am I meant to sleep alone for four more nights? I’ve started a countdown on the fridge. I made it with post it notes. I should’ve sent a photo of it… I’ll take one tomorrow. I’m too comfy to get up right now. Did you see the photo about the microwave? I think I need to go buy a new one. It’s not working properly. And Fred, our neighbour, threw his dogs shit over our fence again earlier, so I had to go and ask him politely to stop doing it. Oh, and I did the washing but I think I pressed a button wrong cause it said it’d be three hours before it was done and I think that’s a bit too long. And–”

“Joaquin.”

You interrupt him, a smile on your face from listening to him ramble on about everything that had happened today. He blinks, his eyes focusing on the screen where your face is again. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his own face.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly.

“Don’t be,” you shake your head. “I miss you too, baby. But it’s only four nights. I’ll be home before you know it. But I’m going to hate sleeping without you too.”

He squishes his face into the pillow a little more. “It should be illegal to separate us,” he huffs.

“I doubt that they’d make that a law, baby.”

He groans into the pillow before sitting up a little so his face is a little more visible. “You know what should be illegal though? Microwaves that don’t heat up all your food… I mean, seriously, I put it in for like six minutes and it was still cold on the inside! It’s gotta be faulty, right, angel? Do you think I should go get another one tomorrow? Maybe ours is still under warranty. I’ll have to try and find the paperwork. Do you know where it is?”

Amused, you continue to listen to him waffle on about the microwave and several other things that had happened to him today… if this is what’s in store for your next few nights away… you’ll definitely have your hands full…

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soapcloth · 6 months ago

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CW: 18+ MDNI, soap x reader, unsolicited nudes, pushy behaviour, implied noncon elements - 1K words, semi-edited - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

Anxiously sending in an offer for a kitchen appliance you’re in dire need of via an online social media marketplace, only for the seller- JTav87, to reply instantly.

The notification comes when you’re taking a curious peep at his info. His proflile makes him seem nice enough- real 'the cool uncle’ vibes. The page's display picture is a snap of him grinning ear to ear with one of his big paw-like hands at his chest in a thumbs up gesture, the other being obscured behind the lid of an outdoor grill; a family gathering in full swing behind him.

It's all topped off with the stock photo of a beach at sunset as his header, the poorly stretched image sporting a sprawling near-unreadable quote about resilience smack-dab in the middle, gratuitous high contrast vignette filters over everything as a little banner pops up at the bottom of your screen; a message from the seller.

‘I cn do tht.’

you hastily type out a reply in fear of the purchase somehow getting delayed or cancelled.

‘You’re a lifesaver😊I've been searching high and low for one of these!’

Being too friendly was your first mistake, you just wanted to make a good impression- it seemed harmless at the time.

The pickup goes off without too much of a hitch- you meet up as requested in the well-lit parking lot of a generic chain cafe, puffing out cold breaths from behind your jacket and nursing a warm beverage you had managed to grab. Stepping out of a beat up pickup, you come to find that he’s a lot bigger than his pictures would have you assume, not shockingly tall, but his overall aura and bulk make him seem like a giant. His bare arms splay outwards, stretching the fabric of his ill-fitted tee in a gesture that almost had you worried he was going to go in for a hug- thankfully, a firm handshake seems to suffice.

“Och! Yer’ hands’re baltic!” he exclaims with a blinding smile, rosy tips of his ears and nose being the only tell he was affected by the weather himself as he claps his other hand around yours, rubbing them together to create heat. It's an action that nearly had you spilling the drink in your free hand as you stagger a bit in response to the contact- something he seemed to either not notice, or not mind.

The real kicker was the way he refused to take your money, hemming and hawing about how you should be saving that money for stuff you need- as if the appliance you were purchasing wasn’t that exactly. “A’hm not gonna take yer’ money- a’hm t’fond of ye’.”

whatever that means.

It's good you didnt pay, evidently. When he had loaded it into your car- having the gall to laugh after you asked if he needed help, mind you- he had forgotten the cord that made the thing work, offering you a lovely little surprise when you finally got home.

On queue, there's a muffled ding from the device in your pocket.

‘forgt 2 brng cord. srry x’

your eyes could have rolled out of your head; suffice to say, you weren't impressed.

‘I really needed this tonight, had baking I needed to do for a party tomorrow 🫤weather’s too bad for me to go out again tonight.’

‘cn drop off at urs if u wnt?’

Had you been in any other situation, this would have been a hard no- sadly however, your stress and desperation leads you into letting the heavyset man worm his way in through your front door as if he owns the place, cord bunched up and hanging out of his back pocket while he kicks the snow from his boots with a saintly smile.

Surprisingly, the drop off is quick- only interrupted by him asking to use your toilet as you're distracted with pulling out baking supplies. Before you know it, he’s back on the icy roads again. You almost wish you had offered him some coffee or tea-

Almost.

When the morning sun bleeds through your curtains, you pick up your phone to find a notification from JTav87.

‘Hve a grate day x’

You frown and ignore the message as you start your day, but it only seems to embolden him into sending you countless more, the tone of the messages becoming increasingly more romantic as time draws on- some of your work friends at the office party even ask you if there was a new beau in your life when you had made the mistake of leaving your phone face up atop the breakroom table while you ate.

The final straw between you, your peace of mind, and the block button comes that night with a handful of alarmingly explicit voice messages in your inbox, promptly followed by a very-much so unprompted video of him shirtless and moaning while he chokes his swollen dick in a vice grip- all done over a familiar bunched up pair of underwear that you know with certainty had been at the top of the hamper in your bathroom.

Little is left to the imagination when he snatches up the stolen garment, bringing it to his nose, face just out of frame as his chest expands in response. His audible fist-fucking and jerking hips get more frenzied as he gives one last brutal tug all the way from his base to the head, hand flexing as he aims his shot at his phone, cum coating the counter space directly in view of the camera.

His spent cock bobs and drools, stomach muscles contracting wildly as he leans back into the wall behind him; taking a moment before reaching forward to stop the video, searing the image of his hazy, wolfish grin in your mind.

His free hand gets busy sopping up his mess in your underwear as the screen flashes back to the clip's first frame, offering you the prompt to watch again.

It would later become apparent that blocking could only do so much to seperate you from a mutt like John MacTavish- especially when he's privy to your home address.

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