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prosypepper · 4 months ago

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wet dreamz

summary: it’s your (and your bf’s/husband’s/hookup’s/whatever’s) first time together. .

warnings: nsfw for all so 18+ mdni!; virginity loss on both parts, premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v, talks about virginity, college au (gojo); hookups, fingering, dominant kento, talks about virginity (nanami); unprotected p in v, rough sex, little bit of dirty talk, seduction (toji); oral, friends to lovers (geto).

pepper's notes: IT'S finally here...thank you all soo much for 1k i am so so appreciative & i am SO SO sorry it took me this long to get this out. i've been going through it so thank u all for understanding. i love all of u so much thank u all. MWAH MWAH.

satoru gojo

nervous? check. horny? check. praying to god you can’t see the huge erection in his pants? also check.

maybe satoru was an idiot for telling you he wasn’t a virgin, when he was in fact the biggest virgin in the universe, possibly. and maybe you were an idiot for talking him up and inflating his ego even more—and avoiding the conversation about whether or not you were a virgin, too.

either way, satoru’s big talk and your enabling caused you to be in this position—stradding your almost-boyfriend’s lap, desperately and sloppily moving your lips against his. silently, your pray in your mind that you’re doing everything right, threading your fingers through the white locks of satoru’s hair and trying to keep up with the pace of his enthusiastic make-out.

“do y-you—wanna…” satoru breathes out as he pulls away for a second, “you know.” he shrugs, looking off to the side out of anxiety for your answer. your own eyes flicker down for just a second, stomach flipping over at the question.

you’ve been through the innocent stages—the cute crushing and passing looks—and now, it’s time to own up to all that talking from the not-so-innocent stage you’ve built.

“mhm,” you hum, refusing to look at satoru just as much as he is to you. it’s obvious how nervous you are, palms sweating and gulping. knees digging into the soft plush of your dorm bed mattress, you’re readjusting your weight over and over because you can’t sit still.

satoru’s hands squeeze your hips, slightly pressing you down to feel the bulge that’s been prodding against his pants for about thirty minutes. eyes widening, you look at satoru—who’s about to burst. his face is all red and flushed, and his lip is pulled in between his perfect teeth.

shit, he’s about to lose it.

impatient, satoru ushers you to move off of his lap and onto the bed, swiftly rearranging your bodies to where you’re trapped beneath him. butterflies twirl in your stomach, more intense as the seconds go by, and you swear you’re about to throw up when satoru pulls his shirt off.

he’s gorgeous, obviously—but his toned torso and reddened skin from all his blushing are so pretty up close. satoru’s fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, eagerly pulling them down before you grab his wrist as a reflex. he stops and looks you in the eye, letting you settle down for a second before you let go. it’s charming, really—he wants nothing more than for you to want this.

because satoru’s wanted this for so long. he wants it bad.

lengthy fingers work your shorts and underwear down all at once, and your thighs snap shut as to not expose yourself even more. satoru’s hands rest on your knees, rubbing small circles while his eyes trace over your body.

“you okay, baby?” he asks, voice just the littlest bit shaky.

“huh—oh, yeah, yes,” you mumble in response, “are you?”

“yeah—yes,” satoru answers, repeating after you, looking like he’s about to throw up. yet his anxiety doesn’t stop him from shoving his bottoms down, allowing his heavy length to spring free and finally be shown.

to say the least, it scares you even more knowing you’ll have to take that. satoru is huge, terribly long and painfully hard from all the teasing you’ve done to one another. you wince when satoru goes to separate your knees, and your hands immediately go to push at his chest.

“satoru,” you whisper, connecting your own hazy eyes with his, “i—i know that you’ve…done this before.” you bite your lip, blinking softly.

“um—yeah,” satoru deeply says, trying to focus on what you’re saying—but damn you look so pretty underneath him, and your skin is so soft. you’re so gorgeous and he’s once again about to lose it.

“i just…” your eyes flicker to the side, “i’ve never done this before. s-so…be gentle, please?”

oh, god.

satoru’s heart is going to burst out of his chest.

“it’s okay, i—i’ll be gentle. promise,” satoru assures you, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek. his touch makes you let out a deep sigh, and you feel so delicate in his grasp. vulnerable enough to finally separate your knees, slowly dropping them down and exposing your sinfully drenched cunt.

satoru’s face rightfully goes pale. everything he’s ever wanted is in front of him—you’re giving yourself up to him. satoru gojo. the random guy you met in class a month or so ago that was not so random now.

as the butterflies circle in his stomach, satoru sweetly trails his fingers down the inside of your thighs, forcing the pulse in between your legs to grow into a harsh heartbeat. he notices every small movement—the twitch of your legs and how intensely your chest heaves—and he believes you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“careful, careful,” satoru mutters to himself, taking long seconds in between each of his movements. he doesn’t want to startle you—and even more, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

grunting lightly, the white haired man lifts your legs and rests the back of your thighs on top of his. this gets you even closer to him, both of you can feel the raw heat radiating off of one another’s bodies. satoru takes his length in his hand and taps it against your sticky folds, teasing your sensitive nerves and himself in the process.

“i’m gonna—gonna put it in now, okay?” satoru uneasily states.

“wait—but—oh!” you gasp as the tip—and only the tip—of satoru’s cock pushes past the resistant walls of your cunt, molding the tight space to fit him snugly. the stretch burns, it’s a sharp pain that shoots through you with no remorse. “mm—satoru, it hurts,” you whine, pushing against gojo’s built abdomen.

yet when he doesn’t budge, you look up at his eyes, which are glued to scene below him. he can’t help it—because he’s not just in you, no—he’s impaling you with his girth, you’re stretched so far around him by just his tip. he felt guilty at first at the thought of hurting you, but now, nothing is in his mind except for that image.

“satoru!” you shout, snapping the man’s attention to you. satoru’s eyes are glowing with lust, his cheeks red and flustered. little to your knowledge, he’s already on the cusp of an orgasm—hell, he was there before he’d even got his shirt off.

“i’m sorry—shit—i’m sorry, baby,” satoru babbles, before dislodging himself from your hole, strings of slick lewdly connecting the tip of his cock to your folds. “fuck—i’m so sorry,” he grunts, just as a few huge ropes of translucent white cum spurt from his cock, coating your abdomen in the substance.

your eyes are wide in surprise at how quickly it all happened, not even having a moment in your mind to process that you just made the satoru gojo cum in a few seconds. all it took was a little kissing and some gruesomely lewd imagery—and he was putty in your hands.

satoru falls atop you, becoming dead weight as his post-orgasmic state forces him to give out. his chest heaves against yours, his snow white hair tickles your shoulder. as much as you want to push him away—there’s something awfully sweet about the interaction. he’s close, closer than he’d allowed himself to be previously.

shaky breaths are shared between you, as is the warmth from your bodies—the warmth from your hearts—and all the emotions overcoming satoru are all too obvious. you shuffle around one another into a more comfortable position, until satoru’s head is on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

“are you okay?” you whisper, threading your fingers through satoru’s hair to twirl a few strands.

“yeah,” he sighs, cuddling up to you even more. there’s something hidden in the way he’s acting, but you don’t mind for now—you allow the vulnerability to sink in.

because it’s way too obvious this boy was lying about not being a virgin.

kento nanami

the world of hookups was difficult to navigate.

sure, you were technically trying to find a boyfriend—but everyone knows dating apps aren’t really the best thing for that. it had landed you a few matches and a couple of okay dates; but you hadn’t been quite as far with anyone as you had made it with your current date.

kento nanami, a rather distinguished businessman who had “just looking to relieve some stress” in his bio, had taken you out to an expensive restaurant and then to a very expensive hotel afterwards. whatever charm this man had worked a million times over on you—you weren’t sure if it was his demeanor or that rolex on his wrist—but whatever it was, it absolutely lured you all the way into a king size bed with nanami.

he was still mostly dressed, only his shoes were off and placed next to the bed, and his powder blue dress shirt was unbuttoned about halfway down, revealing his toned chest and a rather uncharacteristic gold chain that was previously hidden. nanami’s hair was still in perfect place, not having even broken a sweat.

you, on the other hand, have your dressed hiked up to just above your legs and the top tucked underneath your tits—pretty much on full display for kento besides the fact he’s behind you, strong legs prying your own open.

your thigh twitches when kento runs his fingers up and down the soft flesh, your hands resting on his biceps to keep yourself from running away. quite interested in what was in store for the night, you weren’t going to fight back—honestly, who would run away from a man as gorgeous as kento?

“do you do this often?” you shakily ask to break the thick silence, staring down at your bodies.

“do what, sweetheart?” kento’s monotone voice replies, using his free hand to reach up and grab under your jaw.

“this. take girls to hotels to…do stuff,” you allude to the same thing he’s doing now, turning your head with kento’s hand to look up at him. your soft lashes bat at the blond man as he chuckles, deep, giving just the slightest smile at your questions.

“not too often,” he simply says, kissing right next to your lips, “why?”

“uhm,” you croak, losing track of thought the moment his lips touched your face, “i don’t know. i’m sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” kento softly chuckles, letting go of your head to rest on the side of his chest, “just relax, okay? i just want to take care of you.”

just relax, breathe, you repeat to yourself over and over again while you listen to kento’s steady heartbeat. your heart is racing but inevitably slows for the time being listening to the slow thump of your hookup’s heart. his fingers continue to trace small shapes over your thighs, every now and again moving just a little higher.

kento is painfully hard under his dress pants, yet he’s restraining himself for now—because he’s going to do what he came here to do first.

“can i touch you, love?” nanami asks, pecking a small kiss to your temple afterwards.

“yes, mhm,” you murmur, thickly swallowing in anticipation as his fingers begin to inch towards your heat. you can feel how wet you are—but you’re rather embarrassed for nanami to find out just how easily he riled you up.

“let me ask you something,” kento begins, dipping his fingers into your folds to feel the amount of slick conjured up, “are you a virgin?” and he’s not asking in a weird way like pretty much every other man you’ve known; he’s asking genuinely, because he has the gut feeling to be gentle.

“uh—i—,” you mumble, before finally admitting a small, “yes, i’m sorry.”

“aw,” kento coos, beginning to run his fingers over your aching heat, “don’t apologize, i’ll be gentle.” although you’re appreciative to his gracefulness, you begin to wonder just how rough he usually was—and those sinful visuals make you throb against nanami’s fingers.

“okay, please,” you hiss, the sensations of kento’s fingers working your cunt running through your body. hands grab at his arms tighter, your sensitivity making it difficult for you to stay still.

you’re almost sure that you’ve never been so turned on before, and your elevated responses to nanami’s simple touches are an attestment to that. his middle finger focuses on your sensitive bud, going between movements of flicking and slowly rubbing circles around and around.

“how does this feel?” nanami questions, watching every move—every twitch—that you make. he sees just how new this is to you, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him just a little bit prideful.

“good. so good,” you babble, eyes squeezing shut when kento begins to pick up his pace. the pleasure runs all through you, intense, that orgasmic feeling creeping up on you much sooner than you’d ever been able to do yourself.

kento’s like a magician. he makes your hips wriggle and your legs twitch effortlessly, he causes your face to contort in a indecent way without even trying, it seems. hell, the increasing pace of his fingers on your clit is almost making you crawl away, your nails are digging into his skin and you don’t even realize it.

“stay still,” kento commands, using his free hand to press down right on your abdomen, “don’t fight it, darling. don’t fight it.”

his words calm you down just a little, instead you just stay in place while your body jolts every other second from the sensitive pleasure he’s causing within you. breathless whines fall from your lips in the utmost pathetic way, signaling just how good you feel to kento.

“what is it, hm? tell me,” kento tells you, staying at an intense, fast pace just to make you lose your mind a little more.

“i think,” you whine, breath hitching as the feeling in your tummy intensifies, “i might cum.” as embarrassed as you may be to admit it, you simply cannot help what falls from your mouth. it’s all kento’s fault.

“you can cum, my love,” kento assures, pressing a kiss into your hair, “you can do it.”

somehow, his voice erases every anxious thought in your mind, your body responding with nothing but pathetic moans and a very, terribly, intense orgasm you didn’t even recognize as being so close. kento can feel on his fingers when you finally cum, chuckling once again to himself at how easily he coaxed an orgasm out of you.

it’s cute, really.

you lay back on him after calming down—with your hair all messy and face somewhat sweaty—you’re so adorable in his arms, kento thinks he might just have to turn this into more than a one night stand.

toji fushiguro

if toji had known what he was getting himself into with you, he’d probably accepted that deal from shiu wayyy earlier.

bossy, crude and mean—you were everything toji had ever dreamed of in a woman. the type that didn’t take shit, you’d go toe-to-toe with a man twice your size without hesitation, and there was something about it toji truly admired.

after his first time meeting you, he understood why shiu had told him not to fuck with you.

how could he not, though?

toji was about to fuck you right now.

he couldn’t help the natural charm he used on everyone, and especially women, and he couldn’t help that you fell for it, either. shiu would be pissed if he ever found out about it—hell, he’d kill him—but you only live once, right? there’s no way toji could turn down an offer such as this from a bombshell like you.

“you sure you’re not married?” you’re purring into toji’s ear, running your fingers over his chest, “you’re so handsome, toji.”

every bit of sultry poison that spills from your lips is music to toji’s ears, making his heart thump just a little harder and the tent in his pants to get just a bit stiffer. his big arm his lazily wrapped around your waist, and that sleazy grin of his pulls at his lips at your question.

“yes, ma’am,” toji says with a nod, holding up his left hand to show the absence of a wedding band on his ring finger.

with that, you throw a leg over his lap, fixing yourself to straddle toji’s lap and rest your arms around his neck. looking him straight in the eyes, you’re satisfied that your little plan had come together so easily.

toji was wrapped around your pretty, manicured finger—and he had no clue. that little charm he was so sure of was nothing in comparison to yours.

“do you want to fuck me, toji?” you ask, glossed lips forming a pretty little pout and your head cocking to the side innocently. toji’s adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, a little crack in the confident and cocky façade he put on in front of you.

“fuck yeah,” toji whispers, hands gripping at your waist.

to say the least, toji really meant that little “fuck yeah,” because it only takes him a few seconds to rip your clothes—and his—off and flip you over. he’s in a daze when he pries your legs open, staring straight at your messy, wet pussy—immediately lifting one of your legs up and attaching his calloused fingers to your clit.

“jesus,” toji breathes, in utter awe at how soaked you are, his eyes never leaving your body. you hum in response to the pleasure, softly biting your lower lip and studying the broad man in front of you. toji quickly uses your slick to lube up his cock, grunting at the small chill that runs up his spine from finally allowing himself some friction.

growing ever impatient, you shimmy your hips down to signal you’re ready. the squelch that reverberates through the room when toji finally slides in is downright disgusting, and you sigh in content at the feeling of being stretched open.

toji immediately groans, loud, and throws his head back at how you feel—tight and warm around him, greedily sucking his length in the more he pushes into your walls. smiling devilishly at toji, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in even closer, giving in to your desires and pushing him to do the same.

“stop that,” toji roughly commands, squeezing your thigh to keep his self-control in check—or at least try his best to. you know what he’s saying is only for his own benefit.

but that’s not what you want—and toji should know by now you got whatever you wanted.

“stop what?” you question, interlocking your heels behind him. a finger twirls your hair as you look at toji dumbly, as if there wasn’t a single coherent thought in your mind. yet every move you make is orchestrated to a t, pushing and pushing toji to finally snap and just give you what you want.

what you need.

“fuck,” toji’s moaning the curse over and over when he slowly begins to move, gently rocking his hips back and forth to meet yours, “you feel so fucking good, oh my god.” he praises you so gently under his breath, silently hoping you won’t hear him as to not inflate your ego anymore.

“tojiii,” you whine, a small pout forming once again on your pretty lips, “harder.”

toji shakes his head, whisps of black hair moving around in unison with it, refusing to look into your eyes. he looks anywhere else—your tits, your stomach, your cunt—because he’s afraid he’ll give in the moment he finally catches your pupils.

but fuck, are you convincing.

“harder?” toji repeats, “fuckin’ harder?”

his hips pick up speed at the same time that his hands come to grab your arms, affectively pinning you down to the mattress. you allow your legs to spread lewdly, opening up fully for toji to use.

the tip of toji’s cock prods at your cervix, the pleasurable pressure going through your whole body. he’s going at you like an animal, harshly impaling your cunt with his girth, all senses of caring and restriction thrown out the window.

though you might regret it in the morning, you’re going to get what you want.

suguru geto

“suguru, stop moving.”

the long haired man winces and holds his breath at the sting of the alcohol, gripping onto the counter you’re sat upon. your knees rest at his sides, barely holding suguru in place, nevertheless not allowing him to move due to your fussing when he did so.

he had gotten into a fight with some guy at a party, causing him to show up to your dorm battered and bruised with a few cuts over his handsome face. now, a couple clear band-aids litter his skin, and suguru’s eyes stay on yours in hopes you’ll look into his.

all the while, you wonder why suguru had come to you out of all the people (and women) he knew. there was an unsaid tension between you two, sometimes sexual and other times just tension.

the two of you were idiots in love, and yet, neither one of you had the guts to say anything about it.

“there we go,” you sigh, running your thumb over the last bandage placed above suguru’s eyebrow. finally, you look suguru straight in the eyes for only a second, catching his dreamy gaze.

“you’re so pretty,” suguru faintly whispers, giving you the tiniest little smile. he’d had the habit of calling you pretty and gorgeous in a “hyping you up” sort of way—but this was different. he meant it.

so much so, in fact, it only takes him about three seconds to kiss you. it’s a long peck, mostly catching you by surprise, before he leans back with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“suguru—,”

“i’m so sorry, fuck,” he apologizes, paralyzed in place with his hands still gripping the counter. his eyes remain locked with yours, the fear of ruining your friendship behind them.

“suguru,” you repeat, bringing your hands up to the sides of his face. you rest them there firmly, feeling the increasing heat of his cheeks under your palms. pulling his face towards yours, you egg him on to kiss you again, this time with reciprocation on your part.

it’s hot, you’re swapping spit with the dark-haired man without a second thought, allowing your tongues to interlock and twist around each other. butterflies flutter in your tummy, but you swallow them and let yourself relax into it all.

the rest comes easily—all of that tension built up for years at this point is finally coming to a head, giving in to all of those desires you’d only had in the comfort of your bedroom. your arms rest over suguru’s shoulders, your hands tangle in his hair, while his hands come to squeeze you wherever he can grab—your waist, your ass—anywhere he can place his greedy fingers and grasp onto.

“let me—,” gasp, “—eat you out, please,” suguru begs in between kisses, barely allowing himself to heave for air.

those annoying butterflies pick up again—god, you could throw up at his suggestion—yet instead you’re pushing his head down, down, until he’s on his knees in front of you. your shorts are quickly tugged off along with your panties, leaving you in nothing but a big t-shirt on the counter of your tiny bathroom.

the room is filled with raw lust, as are suguru’s eyes when he finally gets a glimpse of your soaked heat. it’s a million times better than he could’ve imagined, no mental image could ever be like the real thing—warm, real and wet, right in front of his face; and all for him.

suguru starts off slow, littering small kisses along your inner thighs while parting your knees, until there’s enough room to fit his head closer to your cunt. he gives small kisses to your folds, barely suckling on your clit to pull small gasps of moans from your throat.

“fuck, suguru,” you whimper, running your fingers through his hair and giving a light tug.

“hmm?” he hums into your cunt, vibrating against your core in the most sinister way. your words are long forgotten after that, only giving a big sigh in response.

suguru’s tongue dips from between his lips to lick a long stripe up your cunt, going just a tad slower to focus on your clit. his tongue circles around and around the swollen bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your abdomen and down your legs.

already, you can feel that tiny knot begin to form the longer suguru goes on, becoming more intense by the second. he’s harsh, vulgar sucking and slurping sounding throughout the room. the counter below you is soaked in your arousal, as is the lower half of suguru’s face.

you’re just that messy—and he loves it.

he’s living for it.

suguru didn’t even realize how much he loved you—how much he adored and admired you, inside and out—until this. until he was down on his knees, in front of you, begging for you without any words coming out of his mouth. until he had finally allowed himself to look into your eyes deeper than ever before.

“i love you—mmph—so much,” suguru hums into your folds, just as he’s taking that knot to the verge of snapping.

“i-love-you-too-suguru, please don’t stop,” you mutter, throwing your head back against the mirror, before you can even realize what you’re saying back—but it all comes so naturally you don’t even think twice. it’s not even orgasm brain—it’s true, just as true as when he said it to you.

suguru’s tongue completely focuses on your clit—swirling around and sucking the swollen bud until you’re almost thrown over the edge, finally toppling over with a spew of ‘i love you’s and ‘please don’t stop’s. your body goes limp against the mirror of the bathroom, chest dramatically heaving for many moments while suguru helps you ride through the feeling. he stands up and wipes his face off with the back of his hand, smiling to himself at the vision of a fucked-out you who had just confessed your feelings to him.

one of your eyes finally creeps open after a few minutes, only to be met with suguru giving you a shit-eating grin, his hand resting atop your thigh. he can feel how delicate you are at the moment; he doesn’t want you to run away and lock him out of your life just because you told him how you feel—but you wouldn’t do that anyway.

suguru confessed first, after all.

once again thank u all so much. i love u.

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andy-15-07 · 2 months ago

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hey guys fred weasley throwing my legs over his shoulders and fucks me so good he can’t help but laugh at the puddle i am before him hi

Wicked

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count:1149

Harry Potter Masterlist | request (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Warnings: Smut (18+), oral (f receiving), teasing, dirty talk, pet names, established relationship, aftercare, fluff

Fred Weasley had a gift for many things,blowing things up, bending rules, getting out of trouble with a grin,but making you completely lose your mind might’ve been his most potent magic.

You were tucked up in his room at the Burrow,summer air warm, windows cracked open, and the low sound of enchanted wireless humming lazily from the corner. You’d stolen one of his shirts again, the old one from the shop with the neckline stretched and sleeves too big, hanging off your shoulder just enough to drive him mad.

He was watching you from the foot of the bed, eyes raking over your body like he hadn’t just had you the night before. Or the morning before that. Or up against the bathroom sink not twelve hours ago.

You peeked over the top of your book, trying not to smirk.

“You’re staring.”

Fred didn’t deny it. “I am. You look so good like that. All casual. Comfy. Completely fuckable.”

You snorted, but your thighs pressed together.

“Bit needy today, aren’t you?”

He tilted his head, grin wolfish. “You calling me needy? You, who literally screamed my name loud enough last night I think the ghoul in the attic clapped for us?”

You laughed, and that laugh earned a low growl from him. He moved, slow and controlled, like a lion stalking prey,crawling up the bed until he was hovering above you, nose brushing your cheek.

“You calling me needy…” he whispered, dragging his lips across your jaw, “…while you’re sitting here, soaking through my shirt with your thighs clenched and pretending you don’t want me to ruin you.”

Your breath hitched. “Fred—”

“Let me eat you out, Y/N.”

“...what?”

He grinned. “You heard me.”

“Yeah, I just—no foreplay? No kissing? No—”

Fred’s hands were already sliding down your body. “Baby, we’ve been doing foreplay since the minute I saw you in my shirt. I’ve been suffering.”

He kissed down your neck, hands lifting the hem of the oversized tee until it bunched at your waist.

“I need you on your back. Legs over my shoulders. Right fucking now.”

You’d never obeyed so quickly in your life.

He slid your underwear down slowly, teasingly, sucking a kiss to your thigh as he settled between them.

“Look at this,” he said, voice in awe. “You’re already soaked. Merlin’s tits, love.”

You opened your mouth to snap at him,but then his tongue flattened against your clit, and all that came out was a moan so loud it echoed.

Fred groaned, latching on like he was starving. His tongue circled and licked, slow at first, building gradually, fingers digging into your hips like he was holding onto the last threads of control.

He loved eating you out. It was one of his favorite hobbies,up there with Quidditch and annoying Filch.

And he was good at it. Filthy. Passionate. Worshipful.

“Fuck, Fred—please—”

His fingers slid inside you just as his mouth closed around your clit again, and your back arched off the bed.

“That’s it, darling,” he murmured against you. “Let me hear you.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as you whined, thighs shaking. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause.

“Oh—fuck—I’m gonna—Fred—fuck—”

You came hard, grinding into his mouth, eyes screwed shut, legs trembling on either side of his head.

He moaned like he loved it,like tasting you was the highlight of his entire day.

And when he finally looked up, face soaked and smug, you were a breathless, blissed-out mess.

“You good?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You blinked at him. “I can’t feel my legs.”

He laughed so hard he had to lean on the bed for balance. “Holy fuck, Y/N. You’re literally a puddle.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really. You’re like—dripping. If you die, I’m blaming that book you ignored me for.”

You threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand and tossed it aside.

Then he was back on you,pulling off the rest of his clothes, lifting your hips like you weighed nothing.

“You think we’re done?” he teased.

You squeaked when he spread your legs and lined himself up. “I—Fred—wait—”

“Just a little more,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “I’ll go slow.”

But he didn’t. Not really.

Because the moment he sank into you, tight and warm and still twitching from your orgasm, his control shattered.

He groaned like you were the best feeling he’d ever known. “Fuck—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—how are you this perfect?”

You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re huge, Fred—oh my god—”

His pace started steady, but it didn’t stay that way.

Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, he went deeper. Harder. Faster.

Your legs instinctively locked around his shoulders again, heels digging into his back as he slammed into you over and over.

Your moans were shameless now,raw and honest and wrecked.

Fred leaned down, face close to yours, grinning like he’d just discovered treasure.

“You love it,” he panted. “Being fucked like this. All stretched out and cock-drunk for me.”

You nodded helplessly, tears in your eyes from how good it felt.

“Say it,” he demanded, breath hot on your lips. “Tell me you love it.”

“I love it—I love it, Fred, please—”

“Please what, baby?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

His hand reached between you, fingers finding your clit again. Your body jolted at the stimulation, already too much and somehow not enough.

“You gonna come again for me?” he whispered, kissing your temple.

You nodded desperately. “Y-yeah—yes, fuck, please—”

“Good girl.”

That pushed you right over the edge.

You shattered beneath him with a scream, body spasming, stars bursting behind your eyes. Your walls clenched so tight around him, it pulled his orgasm out of him seconds later.

“Shit—Y/N—”

He buried himself deep, groaning your name like a prayer as he came hard inside you.

It was messy. Intense. Fucking glorious.

When he finally collapsed beside you, both of you breathless and sweaty and clinging to each other, the room was dead silent except for the ragged sounds of your breathing.

Then, softly:

“Still mad I interrupted your reading?”

You snorted into his chest. “I don’t even remember what the book was about.”

Fred chuckled, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead. “Exactly.”

You both laid there for a moment, tangled in sheets and limbs and sweat, before he grabbed his wand and muttered a quick cleaning spell with a flick.

You sighed. “That’s cheating.”

He smirked. “That’s magic.”

A beat passed. Then, softly, Fred looked down at you.

“Y’know I love you, right?”

You blinked. Heat rose to your cheeks. “What?”

He smiled. No teasing. No joke. Just Fred,completely sincere.

“I love you, Y/N. Like... all the time. Even when you’re ignoring me for books.”

You cupped his cheek. “I love you too.”

His grin widened. “Even when I turn you into a puddle?”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again.

“Especially then.”

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felassan · 5 months ago

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David Gaider: "If I really dig into my empathy, I can kinda see the thinking here. Like, let's say you don't actually know much about games. You're in a big office with a bunch of other execs who also don't know much about games. What are they all saying? "Live games do big numbers!" "Action games are hot!" Your natural response? "We should make more action games, and all our games should have live service!" Cha-ching, right? Then some uppity devs spoil your buzz by saying "that doesn't apply equally to all games" or "we have an established IP with an audience that has certain expectations". You frown. You go look at their sales. Good, sure, but not as spectacular as live service and action games! Profit's great, but what's the point if you're not #1 in the charts? If you're not making headlines? If the devs can't make it work, this is THEIR failure. This, after all, is the future of gaming! Eventually, you're going to ask yourself why we (the company) even bother with those other games. Like single player games. It's a question you've asked aloud before. The fans bristle, but you're not here to supply every audience what they want. You're here to make money and increase share value. Maybe I'm being unkind. There are certainly all sorts of lessons a company could learn from a game like Veilguard (I still haven't played it, so I'm going off what other people have said), but "maybe it should have been live service" being the takeaway seems a bit short-sighted and self-serving. Not that there's any shortage of that, when it comes to deciding why a game doesn't do well. For the anti-woke crowd, for instance, there are woke games that do well and woke games that do poorly and only the ones that did poorly did so *because* they were woke. Says more about them than the game. My advice to EA (not that they care): you have an IP that a lot of people love. Deeply. At its height, it sold well enough to make you happy, right? Look at what it did best at the point where it sold the most. Follow Larian's lead and double down on that. The audience is still there. And waiting. ❤️" [source thread]

User: "Maybe they can sell the IP to Larian. Or someone else who would treat it respectfully." David Gaider: "I suspect Larian is, smartly, done with working on third-party IP. You do all that work, and the IP overlords do little more than dictate the minutiae and make your life difficult and then you have to cut them a huge slice of the proceeds too? Not a lot of studios are going to bite THAT hook. [source] I know you said SELL the IP, but there's no way EA will relinquish its hold on an IP that could potentially do big numbers. In their ideal world, a studio takes it on, does all the work, and they rake in the cash. Giving up that kind of potential would require BIG money... and who would buy it?" [source]

#dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #mass effect 5 #mass effect #video games #long post #longpost #dragon age 5 #1k+

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snail-day · 2 months ago

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Geto Suguru x Kitty Curse! Reader

Tw: NSFW, cream pies, overstimulation, mating press

Suguru is really trying to find the downsides of letting a little kitty curse like you hang around. Truly, he is. He’s supposed to be exorcising you, not letting you curl up in his lap like some pampered house pet, but you’re just so cute about it. All warm and purring, tail twitching lazily as you burrow against him with a soft little sigh.

What’s he supposed to do? Push you off? Please. He’s only human.

Moving to shift slightly on the couch, broad frame sinking deeper into the cushions as you rest your cheek against the firm plane of his stomach. His loose black shirt rides up just enough for your nose to press to bare skin - warm, smooth, with the faintest dusting of dark hair trailing below his navel. His long, thick fingers thread absently through your hair. Long hair hanging spilling over his shoulders as he looks down at you.

“I mean, technically this counts as curse containment,” he mutters under his breath, brushing a lock of your hair back behind your ear with ridiculous tenderness. “Very effective. Keeps you nice and calm. Look at that, textbook behavior.”

He dozes off more and more lately, his head tipped back and mouth parted slightly, violet eyes fluttering shut as you purr yourself to sleep on his chest. It’s fine. Totally professional.

And okay - maybe mating pressing a curse is crossing a line, but can you blame him? You look so sweet when you’re all folded under him, your soft thighs trembling as he presses your knees to your chest. Your claws dig into his shoulders, but you still roll your hips up like you're begging for more. The long black strands of his hair hang loose and damp with sweat, sticking to his flushed skin as he pants over you, chest heaving from exertion and need.

“Just one more, kitten,” he breathes, voice rough with affection. There’s a wild little grin playing on his lips, sharp canines peeking through as he hovers over you. “One more, and then you can hiss and bite me all you want, yeah?”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, then trailing lower to your throat with little nips and teasing licks. “My spoiled little stray,” he croons.

His big, calloused palm slides down to your plush belly, slick, squishy, and so full of him. He presses lightly, feeling the warmth spread beneath his hand. Watching a bit of his cream ooze on out.

“…You’re fine. Probably. It’s not like you can get pregnant, right?” His soft voice falters just a little.

“…Right?”

His grin wobbles. He swallows. A flush on his cheeks as he looks down at you licking the inside of his wrist.

“…God, I’m in trouble.”

What's so bad about a few more rounds?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #Geto x reader #Suguru x reader #Geto suguru x reader #Suguru geto x reader #Jjk au #jjk x reader #Jjk geto

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waitingonher · 2 years ago

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because i love you — [hoo boys headcanons]

summary: your "thing" with the hoo boys!

author's note: in honor of the pjo series coming out today,,have this rlly rlly short draft from earlier this year! xoxo

percy jackson — doodling on him

“give me your hand.”

“yes ma’am.”

minutes pass as you doodle gods know what onto percy’s hand. you always resort to this whenever the camp head counselor's meeting begins late—which seems to be every meeting—and giving percy "tattoos" certainly kills time. last meeting, you drew a can of beans and the time before that, was a bouquet of tulips. so honestly his guess being a pair of socks this time isn’t too far of a reach.

“okay, done,” you release his hand, a proud smile gracing your features, “cute right?”

he quirks a brow upon seeing the drawing, “is that…” percy turns his head to the side, gaining better perspective, “is that a flying fish?”

“wow, you’re good,” you say, giving him a nod of approval, “although, last time you did say that my can of beans looked like a roll of toilet paper…”

your boyfriend throws his hands in the air, “in my defense, you used a shitty pen so it was hard to tell.”

“whatever.”

jason grace — sewing your initials on his clothes

“hi love,” jason says, plopping down beside you on the couch. you give him a bright smile as he places a gentle kiss on your head, “almost done?”

nodding proudly, you hold up his pair of jeans to show him your work: your initials sewn onto a corner of his back pocket, “yup, just finished actually! what do you think of the color? i think you bought the thread for me on our second date. but i totally forgot i had it until i went digging in my supply box.”

a grin plasters itself on jason’s face as he nods his head in realization, “i knew the color seemed familiar. i remember wondering why a tiny spool of thread was so expensive. but it’s perfect, i love it,” he kisses your cheek, “all my friends are gonna be so jealous that they don’t have their girlfriends’ initials sewn onto their clothes.”

you laugh as you imagine jason vehemently bragging about his jeans to all his friends, “tell them i’m charging $50 if they want me to do theirs,” you wink.

“we’d make more than the stolls’ and their smuggling business if we did that,” he laughs, admiring your work once more. who knew that having your initials on his pants would have such an affect on him, “also, can you do my sweaters and my other jeans?"

you raise a brow, "i might have to start charging you at this point."

leo valdez — impromptu fashion shows

“wow!” you clap enthusiastically, “your outfit even puts paris fashion week outfits to shame!” yes, because a rainbow checkered crop top with a humongous green tutu and a pink boa paired with insanely skinny stilettos beats any and all high fashion runway outfits, “now, leo valdez, can you give us a few words about your new clothing line? and possibly a bit about what it’s like to be so amazingly talented?” you inquire, raising an invisible microphone to his mouth.

leo oh-so humbly bows and rises with a proud grin, “thank you, thank you, but i honestly must give all credit towards my beautiful muse, y/n, she’s the inspiration behind my new line. and about being so talented, it really is such hard work to be this naturally gifted.”

“ooh, do tell about this ‘y/n.’ i’ve never heard of her but she does sound absolutely gorgeous!” you exclaim, keeping up with the act.

your boyfriend nods firmly, “oh yes, she’s very, very, very beautiful,” adding a playful wink, “but i must say, she has the worst morning breath i’ve ever encountered!”

your smile drops and you squint your eyes, “i’m going to choke you with that stupid ugly boa if you don’t take that back right now.”

“uh ma’am,” leo backs up nervously, clutching his boa, “i’m going to have to call security if you threaten me again.”

"i'm seriously going to kill you."

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 9 months ago

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ErROr

[2.]

Love and Deepspace Various! / Reader

《File welcomes you! Enter! ... Good Luck.》

Huming to the soft music playing in the cafe, you gently stir the brew. The smell of fresh bread and sweet syrups always lingering in the air.

You were glad for the calm evening, the morning rush had gone by rather quickly. Each order different than the last, yet you and youe colleuges made it through the first shift.

"Excuse me?" A polite voice pipes up. Giving the costumer your attention, your eyes widen at the familiar heroine hunter.

"Hello again! What can I get you Miss MC?"

You playfully smile, as the brunette beauty grins back at you.

"My usual, please."

"Alright, unicorn hair and a dish rag, comin' up!" You state innocently as her eyes widen. Her laughter lighting on the cafè as you turn away to the coffee cups.

Not seeing her lean her palm against her chin, eyeing the curve of your shoulder blades as stretch a arm up to the higher shelves.

'I wish I was that cup~!' She screamed iternally. This little haven of her's being the few solaces in her stressful life. Bringing out her phone, texting her friend, using every bit of sensabilty to not take photos of you.

You swoon openly, heart-eyed and face warm as you recount your feelings. Though, you knew telling the male of who your affections were for wouldn't make him bat an eye, (since he loved MC), it weirded you out at his strange behavior. Eyes slightly cold as his frown deepens into a pout.

You ignore it, knowing you had no chance with the love intrest. (At least you could swoon about the other male leads since they didn't know it was them you were talking about.)

"Hm? You okay?" You pause your rant, eyeing the blonde.

"...No."

"O-oh.." You head slightly lowered, toying with the holding trey. "A-ahm.. I'll just, get your order, Xavier." The friendly tone dying in your throat as you walk away. Frowning, know you shouldn't be pushing your luck. You'd at least hoped to be on friendly terms! You knew he wasn't as cold as he presented himself! But.. That was reserved for the MC only.

While wandering back to the kitchen, the blonde runs his fingers through his locks. Upset for being the cause of loosing your enthusiasm.

Jelousy spiking up quietly in his heart when recalling MC proudly showing off your number in her phone. Or hearing your sweet words of praise directed to someone else.

He'd have to find away to get it.

Sitting on the bar-stool, you eye the giant glass shard stuck in your leg. Trying to fake the pain, you were honestly nonchalant at the at the injury.

It couldn't really do damage.

Sweating slightly, you smiled nervously at the doctor.

Zayne carefully lifts your leg close to him, tenderly gripping your skin as he eyes injury.

"Okay... One, two... THREE." He stated, pulling out the glass stuck in your thigh. You blink, nothing, no scream, no blood... Nothing.

"...." The doctor blinks at you in disbelief. Shakily placing the shard down on the bar-counter.

"...Y.. Your body still must be in shock." The male rationalized, fingers digging into the flesh of your leg.

"O-oh... Y-yeah..." You hear the jingle of the cafè's door opening. Alerting the two of you as Zayne's body cages around you.

The painter eagerly pushes you down on one of the dressing room chairs. Smirking as MC walks into one the dressing rooms.

"You know... I think this color would look wonderfully on you." He spoke casually, sliding up closer to you. Holding up a shimmering blue dress with bits of jewels threaded into the seam.

You thought it looked really familiar to certain outfit of his-

"Huh.. I don't think it's my size though." You shrug, "the last outfit you handed me was a bit tight. I couldn't even pull the ziper up for the back."

You recall a few moments earlier, when MC eagerly wanted to take a selfie with you in that piece. Rafeyal immediately forwning and trying to push between you. To the point his hands pushing at your back away from the female Hunter.

Not seeing the grin he shot her when he carresed your naked lower spine.

"Though, I really wish you'd acompany me and Miss Bodygaurd to the exhibit."

"Oh? That's really nice of you to offer, but I-... Well.." You let a silly smile overtake your face. Dreamily sighing as you glace away, your heart couldn't take his pout.

"I.. uhm.. Got a date?"

Seeing that familiar smirk, you got another case of butterflies. Swallowing down your swooning, you notice a customer calling you over.

Passing by the male, you use all of your will power to ignore him. Eyes shinning with utter affection, you direct those feelings away. Greeting the costumer that called you eagerly.

Feelings still rampanging over your heart, you do your best to pay attention to the order.

Heading back to the counter, your co-worker writes down Sylus order as you start perparing the coffee.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to add on to my order. But may I have two smaller drinks with the order."

"Of course!" You pipe up, not daring to meet his gaze as you shake the syrup canister.

"Thank you, (Y/N)..."

He sounded out the name cheekily, with you heart fluttering about. You don't see that your name-tag was no longer on your shirt.

Instead, hidden within his coats pockets for safe-keeping.

[Hiya! I wrote this as a idea I had awhile ago! It was originally in the concept as a full fledege idea. But I scrapped it, sorry! Enjoy! Thanks for reading, if you wanna know more. Send in a ask!]

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subbmissivesuccubus · 1 month ago

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Training Part 2 - Blowjobs

A/n: Here's part 2! This is actually more like part 1 of part 2 but if I made it a whole chapter, it would end up being quite long so I decided to split it. This chapter only has Caleb and Xavier with the others being mentioned so the next chapter will have Zayne, Raphael and Sylus <3

Part 1;

"Slowly, baby. Don't push yourself."

You rolled your eyes which resulted in Caleb reaching a hand down and pinching your ear, making you whine.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, you little brat." he teased, pulling his hand away before leaning back again on the couch, "Nngh- you're lucky you're so cute."

"That she is." Xavier agreed from behind you, his touch sending a shiver up your spine, "Be good for us, angel. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

You didn't reply, focusing on your breathing instead as you pushed down, jaw aching as you took more and more of Caleb's hard cock into your mouth. His girth was stretching you out and you were doing your best to not let your teeth accidentally scratch him. Tears filled your eyes as the tip of his fat cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag but you pushed ahead, nails digging into his thighs as you attempted to deep throat him.

"Haaah- fuck." Caleb panted, his cheeks dusted a bright red as he looked down at you, his own fingers digging into the couch cushion as he fought his instinct to grab you by the head, "Feels so fucking- ah- good!"

"Keep going. That's it. Almost there, baby." Xavier said, keeping a close eye on you as Caleb's cock slid down your throat, "You're doing so good."

The white haired man was kneeling on the carpet next to you as you settled between Caleb's spread legs, your back arched as you sat on your knees. With your perk butt perched on top of your heels, Xavier was lightly touching you, his touch so gently as he caressed your cheeks, occasionally scratching them with his nails which made your whole body shiver.

You were just wearing a baby pink lingerie set, the two men having undressed you before getting you on your knees. You gagged more as Caleb slid down your throat, about to pull away when you felt Xavier thread his fingers through your hair and keep you down. It wasn't firm enough that you couldn't pull back if you really wanted to but it wasn't gentle either, letting you know that he was there.

"Just breathe. Come on." he cooed, pushing your head a bit as you took more of the brunettes dick, "You're almost there."

"Fuck- this is killing me-" Caleb moaned, tossing his head back as you finally deep throated him, your lips pressed against the base of his cock, nose snuggling into the small tuft of hair. The sensation of your tight, wet heat all over his dick, muscles contracting as you swallowed around him which just made him feel so, so good. He felt like he was ripping apart the sofa fabrics as he now had to stop himself from thrusting his hips, wanting nothing more but to fuck your cute fucking face.

"Stay there baby. You got this." Xavier encouraged, holding you in place as you sputtered around his friends dick, "5...4...3...2....."

You grunted, Xavier keeping one hand on the back of your head while the other slid to your neck, gently wrapping his fingers around it. "And...1. Ok, slowly now."

With another gag, you started to pull off of Caleb's cock in a pace slower than what you would have done- which was probably why Xavier was directing you to prevent you from hurting yourself by pulling off to roughly. Eventually, Caleb's heavy cock popped out of your mouth, standing tall and wet with thick angry veins pumping through it.

You coughed, taking in deep breaths as you brought a hand up to pump Caleb's sticky dick, your own saliva coating your fingers as you jerked him off, smiling at the way his thighs twitched. Xavier cooed compliments at you, petting your hair with one hand while the other was still around your neck in a light choke.

"Good job, pipsqueak. You managed to- fuck- deep throat me." Caleb panted out, his will power being tested, "Told you your training was worth it."

"Such a good girl." Xavier said, using his hold on your neck to tilt your face towards him before he leaned down and kissed you. Your boyfriends had long since lost any sense of shame or hesitation so Xavier couldn't care less that he was probably tasting Caleb's cock on your tongue- as long as it was you, he'd desire you no matter what. They all would.

Xavier was wearing a casual outfit, his usual big, fluffy white hoodie coupled with an undershirt and jeans. He looked so cute- and yet here he was, making you deep throat dick while groping you. You felt yourself get more lightheaded before he finally pulled away from the deep kiss, a smile on his face as he let go of you only to trail his hands down back to your ass. His hand ran in circles over your cheeks before he grabbed your panties. But instead of whisking them off of you, he bunched them up and pulled upwards, making you squeak as your panties were suddenly pulled tight up against your juicy pussy lips.

"H-Hey!" You whined with a pout, ignoring the way Calebs' cock twitched in your hand as a response, "Cut it outtt."

"Focus on Caleb, sweet pea." Xavier simply said, giving your behind a gentle smack with his free hand, "You have to make him cum, remember?"

"Yeah pip." Caleb groaned, looking more and more debauched by the minute, "Come on. Suck my balls."

He got a hand to the back of your head and gently pulled you forward, his adams apple bobbing in anticipation. You huffed, hand still pumping his cock as you allowed yourself to be directed lower, mouth open to take a ball in your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibration making the brunette hiss. His nails were starting to peel into the fabric of the couch, causing some of the thread to snap and you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back for being able to have this effect on him.

You opened your jaw wide, suckling on his sack while your hand gave special attention to the tip of his cock, rolling his pink cockhead around in the dip of your palm. You made sure to look up at him, wanting to capture every twitch and expression, glad that you were finally allowed to give your men more pleasure. Caleb looked down at you and bit his lower lip harshly, almost like he was fighting back a moan. You could only assume that you looked filthy, with your teary eyes blinking up at him innocently even as you drove him crazy.

Xavier continued to torture you, giving your panties a final harsh tug before letting go, allowing the stretched fabric to pool on your lower back. You could feel the cloth wedged tightly into your cunt and the sudden sound of a camera shutter going off made you jump. Off to the side, Caleb's phone let out a 'ding', indicating that he had received a message. You pulled off of Caleb's balls, much to his dismay, so you could turn around and give Xavier a glare just as he pocketed his phone.

"What?" he asked innocently, "When you look this delicious, do you really think I'm not going to show you off to the others? They'd kill me if I didn't."

You rolled your eyes, "You're being dramatic."

"Well...not really. Remember the first time we got you in lingerie when Sylus and Raphael were busy? We didn't send them a picture of you and Raphael threw a tantrum? And Sylus threatened to buy out Victorias Secret so you could try them all for him?"

"...I stand corrected."

A gentle tug was given to your hair, bringing your attention back to Caleb who looked like he was either on the verge of tears or on the verge of pouncing on you. Probably both.

"Keep going, baby." he pleaded, "I'm close."

"Already?" Xavier teased, "She barely started."

"Shut up. I'd like to see how long you last once you get a taste of her mouth."

You brought your head back to the poor man's cock, licking along his veins from the base, all the way to the tip. Now you were eager to get him to cum, wanting to finally feel the sensation of one of the men you love explode into your mouth. You sealed your lips around the tip, tongue running in circles over it as your hand pumped the shaft. You dug the point of your tongue into his slit and Caleb cursed so loudly it took you by surprise. With a giggle, you started to move down deeper before pulling back, making sure to keep your tongue flat on the underside of his dick as you gradually picked up the pace.

This was the first time you were bobbing your head on a cock that wasn't a toy and you were excited! You had dreamed of doing this everytime you were made to take the silicone down your throat, wanting nothing more but to be bobbing on their cocks instead-

But maybe they weren't lying when they said you needed to practice first.

Maybe it was because it was a real cock and maybe it was because his dick was bigger than the toy- but you whined in frustration as you failed to find a rhythm. Either you weren't sucking hard enough or you went too deep and gagged too violently that you had to pull away- or you forgot to move you hand while you sucked- You were way better at this when it was a dildo!

And you could tell Caleb was getting frustrated- not at you, of course- but because he was right on the edge of climaxing but he couldn't get there yet. Not with your sloppy technique.

You whined loudly, eyebrows furrowing and tears prickling your eyes as you pulled away. With an annoyed huff, you faceplanted against Caleb's bare thigh, hiding your expression.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Caleb asked, both he and Xavier leaning over you, worried. You tried not to cry, sniffling as you rested your cheek on his thigh muscle, looking up at them, "I'm sorry. I'm not able to- ah- it's tough."

"Shhh, it's okay, sweetie." Caleb cooed, "You just need a bit of practice, that's all. Do you want to continue?"

You nodded without hesitation.

"Can you help her out?" Caleb then asked Xavier, the man gently patting your back.

"You don't want to do it?" the silver haired asked.

"I won't be able to hold myself back if I do. I don't wanna hurt her."

"Okay then. Come here, princess. Let me help you."

With one more sniffle, you sat back straight, Xavier moving his position so he was kneeling right behind you. You could feel his clothed hardness pressed against your ass but it wasn't the time for that now. You shivered as he thread his right hand through the locks of your hair, getting a good grip on you before he placed his left hand on the sofa, right beside Caleb.

"Ready?" he asked and you nodded before once again, taking Caleb's still hard erection into your mouth. Xavier let you start off by yourself, watching as you took in a few inches before his grip on your hair tightened. You shivered as he started to gently move you, taking over the reins as he set up a gentle pace. Fuck. You were being used like a toy-

And you fucking loved it.

"There we go. See? It's not that hard." Xavier said, using the grip on your hair to bob your head up and down. There was a joke there but you were too focused on sucking to crack yourself up. Caleb moaned above you, his chest starting to heave up and down from the sensation and you cheered. "That's it...pipsqueak...oh yes! Your mouth is fuck- ah- fuck!"

"I'm going to increase the pace, okay?" Xavier said before he did just that, gradually picking up speed. His grip on you was tight and firm, the man clearly taking this responsibility seriously as he guided you to bob your head up and down.

Gawk gawk gawk gawk-

"Hah. Don't enjoy yourself too much now. You're going to make me jealous."

You would have rolled your eyes again if you could. But they were too full of tears to really do much else. Saliva dripped down Caleb's cock and lathered up his balls, the man having tossed his head back as he enjoyed the pleasure. His cock was sliding up and down your throat now, the tight heat making his head spin.

"Yes- yes- yessss!" he gasped, hips sputtering as he fought against his instinct to buck into your mouth, "So close- faster-"

Xavier did as he was told and you went along with it, your head now bobbing up and down his length, gags and gasps leaving your lips as sticky threads of spit formed between your lips as Caleb's fat cock. Xavier was relentless, controlling your movements with ease.

"Gonna- ah- ah- fuck- gonna cum!"

"In her mouth or on her face?" Xavier asked in the same tone like he was asking if someone wanted a glass of water.

"In her mouth- ah- push her deeper- and keep her there- fuck!"

Xavier lifted his hand off of the couch so he could use both of them to push your face down towards the base of Caleb's cock, giving you no choice but to deep throat him. You yelped as you were stuffed completely full, body tingling as you finally felt Caleb orgasm. His cock throbbed inside you, balls clenching against your chin as he came with a roar.

"Ah! Fuck fuck fuuuuckkkk!!" Caleb babbled, tossing his head back against the couch, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His nails had somehow ripped out a bit of the couch stuffing, his thighs flexing and clenching on either side of you, back arching like a porn star. His cock spurted out semen, hot ropes of thick, white cum pouring into your mouth. You sputtered around him, throat contracting as you swallowed obediently, his dick so far down that you had no choice but to swallow.

"Good girl. Drink it all. That's it~" Xavier cooed, still pressing your head down, only letting go when Caleb visibly relaxed. You took in deep breaths as Xavier once again guided you to carefully separate from the cock in your mouth, not moving too fast. Caleb's dick left your lips a slobbered, cum stained mess, hanging heavy between his legs, clearly satisfied.

"Holy...holy fuck babe..." the man groaned, face red and sweaty, "You're amazing."

You giggled before placing your head against his thigh again, Caleb laughing along as he ruffled your hair. Xavier leaned in to place a kiss on your shoulder before he started to get up: "Let's get you a glass of water and clean you up."

But before he could get onto his feet, you grabbed his arm and pull, making him stumble a bit before he caught himself. You leaned against him, pressing your body against his chest, giving him puppy dog eyes that rivaled his own.

"I wanna make you feel good too..." you whined cutely, voice a bit hoarse, "wanna use my mouth on you..."

You felt Xavier shiver, the man clearing his throat before firmly saying: "No, baby. Maybe later. Don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I won't! I'll be careful." you insisted, not so subtly pushing your hips back a bit so your ass pressed against his clothed erection, "You don't want it?"

"You know I do. But..." Xavier trailed off, hissing at the feeling of your bubble butt against him. Caleb chuckled, grabbing his discarded boxers before standing up and shrugging them on.

"I think she'll be okay." he said to Xavier, "Besides, I'll be here to look after her and make sure she isn't overdoing it. We can consider it part of her training."

Xavier sighed, "Alright then. I suppose it won't hurt to try."

"Oh, I'm sorry." You said sarcastically at his dramatic sigh, "Is being offered a blowjob really taxing on you? You poor thing."

"Talking to me like that when I'm about to shove my cock down your throat really isn't the brightest move."

"Hah. Nice try. Caleb will stop you from being rough."

"Will he? Or will he be like me and really like the sight of you crying?"

"...Touche."

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magnagaruzenmon · 2 months ago

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Comfort

So the background for the story is super funny. Dio is a Chaewon Stan secretly (really everyone is but I digress) so I asked Dio to do a plot Kamen Rider themed Fic using Chaewon that I could add smut to. He was responsible and said “mags that’s a super niche thing that no one will read. I responded with “will you do it if I write the horniest Chaewon fic I can write that is for the people?” He said “sure,” so I give you comfort so I can get mask rider. I think that’s a fair trade. Also slight page update while Dino is on hiatus for a bit (he’s still working on his zombie novel that took the place of heavy metal) it’s me and Dio doing a lot of the primary page maintenance and work

The night air was warm, the city lights outside their apartment twinkling like a thousand tiny stars. Chaewon leaned against the doorframe, watching you scroll absentmindedly through your phone on the couch. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips.

She walked over slowly, her bare feet making no sound against the wooden floor. “You’re really just going to ignore me all night?” she teased, her voice low and playful.

You looked up, and your heart nearly stopped — Chaewon was wearing one of your oversized shirts, the sleeves hanging adorably past her hands, and absolutely nothing else you could see.

“You look dangerous,” you chuckled, setting your phone aside.

Chaewon tilted her head innocently, but the sparkle in her eyes gave her away. She climbed onto your lap without hesitation, her legs straddling you as she lightly traced the line of you jaw with one finger. “Maybe I am,” she whispered.

You swallowed hard, your hands instinctively finding her waist. “What are you up to, Chaewon?”

She leaned in closer, their noses brushing, her breath warm against your skin. “Just reminding you who you belong to,” she whispered, before sealing her mouth over yours in a kiss so deep and slow it stole the air from your lungs.

You barely had time to process before her hands slipped under your shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal bare, smooth skin — confirming exactly what you suspected. No bra, no panties. Just her and your shirt clinging to her petite frame.

You grinned against her lips and murmured, “Would you like some attention?”

Chaewon smiled sweetly and nodded, but you weren’t about to let her get away with just that. You dragged your fingers lightly along her thigh, making her squirm, and teased, “Words, Chae.”

She rolled her eyes, but you could see the desire burning in them. Then she grabbed your face, forcing you to meet her gaze, those big brown eyes locking onto yours with a power that made your stomach twist. Softly, breathlessly, she said,

“I want all of your attention.”

That cracked the last thread of your restraint. You slid your hands up, finding her breasts with ease, thumbing over her hardening peaks, eliciting a beautiful gasp from her lips. Her body trembled against you, needy and hot.

Without breaking eye contact, she tugged your shorts down, her small hand brushing along your length before guiding you to her entrance. She sank down on you slow, torturously slow, the tight heat of her making both of you moan helplessly.

“Fuck, Chae,” you groaned, your fingers digging into her hips as she fully seated herself, her nails leaving light marks along your shoulders.

She shuddered, her forehead pressed to yours as she breathed heavily. “I’ve been waiting for this… all month,” she whimpered, rolling her hips in small, teasing circles. “With rehearsals, the concert… I was so stressed, baby. I needed you.”

You growled low in your throat, your hands roaming under the shirt, feeling every inch of her bare skin. She rode you with desperate, uncoordinated thrusts at first, grinding herself deeper against you, chasing the high she’d been craving.

You leaned back slightly, watching her — shirt hiked up around her waist, cheeks flushed, lips parted in little breathy gasps, taking you so well. She was a fucking vision.

“You��re mine, Chaewon,” you muttered, voice rough, thrusting up into her hard enough to make her cry out.

“Say it.”

She cried out again, tossing her head back. “I’m yours!” she moaned, her walls clenching around you. “Only yours, baby, only you—”

Her movements got faster, more erratic, pleasure overwhelming her senses. You grabbed her hips harder, helping her ride you, feeling her getting closer with every desperate grind. Her moans got higher, needier, and you could feel her tightening around you.

“Cum for me,” you growled against her neck, biting down lightly.

“Let go, Chae.”

And she did — coming apart in your arms with a broken cry, trembling and pulsing around you, her nails clawing into your shoulders. The sight, the feel of her completely unraveling just for you, was all it took before you followed her over the edge, holding her tight against you as you filled her, both of you gasping and trembling in the aftershocks.

She collapsed against your chest, her heart pounding wildly against yours. You pressed soft kisses into her hair as you both came down, the world outside completely forgotten. Your heartbeat was still pounding in your ears, your hands lazily stroking her bare back as Chaewon rested against you, catching her breath. But even as the aftershocks faded, you could feel yourself already growing hard again inside her.

Chaewon shifted slightly, a sly little smile curling her lips when she felt it too.

Without a word, she leaned up, pressing one last kiss to your jaw before sliding off of you, deliberately slow, letting you feel every inch of her pulling away.

She turned around on shaky legs, crawling onto all fours in front of you, arching her back naturally. The oversized shirt she wore slipped up to pool at her lower back, leaving her entire ass bare and vulnerable to you. She looked over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, eyes shining with mischief.

“Like this, baby,” she whispered, voice laced with need.

Your mouth went dry at the sight.

Fuck. She was breathtaking.

You knelt behind her, running your hands slowly over the curve of her ass, squeezing, admiring how perfect she was — petite but so full in all the right places, every inch of her body begging to be touched, worshiped. You traced the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the soft skin you could never get enough of.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” you muttered, leaning down to kiss the small of her back, feeling her shiver under your mouth. “You drive me crazy, Chae.”

She whimpered softly, pushing her hips back against you in silent pleading. You didn’t make her wait — you lined yourself up and pushed back into her, sliding deep in one smooth stroke. She gasped sharply, her body tightening around you instantly.

You gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet your thrusts. Her moans were pure music, soft and sweet at first, then breaking into breathless little cries with every deep push. You couldn’t tear your eyes away — the way her body moved for you, the way she arched her back perfectly, the little trembles running through her thighs as you picked up the pace.

You leaned forward, one hand slipping under her shirt to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between your fingers, while the other hand gripped her hip, guiding her onto you harder, deeper.

“God, look at you,” you groaned, thrusting into her so deep she nearly collapsed onto her elbows. “Taking me so well, baby. So fucking perfect.”

Chaewon was nearly sobbing your name now, her walls fluttering around you, so close already. She buried her face into the pillow to muffle the sounds, but you weren’t having that. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and gently pulled her head back, forcing her to stay upright, to feel everything.

“Let me hear you,” you demanded, voice thick with lust.

“Baby, I’m— I’m gonna—!” she gasped, her body clenching around you uncontrollably.

“Cum for me again,” you growled against her ear, pounding into her, chasing both your highs.

With a desperate scream of your name, she came hard, her whole body shuddering, tightening around you like a vice, milking you until you couldn’t hold back anymore — you gripped her hips tight, burying yourself as deep as you could while spilling inside her with a loud, broken groan.

You collapsed forward, wrapping your arms around her trembling frame, peppering kisses along her shoulder, her neck, her spine, whispering sweet praises into her hair.

Chaewon melted into you, utterly wrecked but smiling dreamily, her fingers finding yours and intertwining them, pulling you closer, not ready to let you go.

You stayed there — skin on skin, tangled up, breathless and sated — until the world slowly started making sense again. The room was filled with the heavy sound of your breathing, your skin slick with sweat, Chaewon’s body warm and soft against yours as you both slowly came down from the high.

You stayed inside her for a moment longer, savoring the feeling, before finally pulling out with a soft groan. Chaewon whimpered at the loss, her body shivering slightly, so you quickly tugged her close again, wrapping her small frame tightly in your arms.

She buried her face into your chest with a happy little sigh, her fingers lazily tracing shapes over your skin. For a long while, you just laid there, tangled together, not needing words.

But eventually, she peeked up at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You know…” she murmured, her voice still hoarse from moaning so much,

“You totally ruined my legs.”

You laughed, brushing the damp hair from her forehead. “Ruined, huh? In a good way, I hope.”

She pouted dramatically, poking your chest. “I can barely move. How am I supposed to dance tomorrow?”

“You’re the one who started it,” you teased, kissing the tip of her nose.

Chaewon huffed, but her arms tightened around you, pulling herself even closer, legs tangling with yours. She looked so small and adorable curled up against you, nothing like the powerful idol the world knew — here, she was just your girl.

“You need to carry me everywhere tomorrow,” she mumbled sleepily, already half dozing off in your arms.

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. “Anything for you, Chae.”

She smiled too, a lazy, satisfied smile that made your heart ache with how much you loved her.

And as she finally drifted off, safe and warm in your arms, you realized you’d ruin her legs a thousand more times just to hear her whisper your name like that.

Morning sunlight crept through the curtains, painting soft golden lines across the bed.

Chaewon lay curled against you, still half-asleep, her body aching deliciously from the night before.

You ran your fingers lightly down her spine, feeling the little winces and shivers as you brushed over sore muscles. Smirking to yourself, you leaned down and whispered against her ear, “Told you I’d ruin you.”

Chaewon groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

“Shut up… my legs are dead, my hips are dead… you’re evil,” she mumbled, but even in her whine, you could hear the smile in her voice.

“You need a massage,” you murmured.

She nodded eagerly, and with a chuckle, you flipped her onto her stomach, straddling her thighs.

You started slow — kneading your thumbs into the tight knots of her lower back, working up to her shoulders, down her sides. Every time you hit a sensitive spot, she let out the cutest little whimpers, her body melting under your hands.

But as you kept going, your touch started drifting lower.

Down to her ass — round, perfect, still bearing the faint marks of your grip from last night.

You squeezed her cheeks firmly, spreading them slightly, and Chaewon let out a soft, needy sound that went straight to your cock.

“You’re such a tease,” she muttered breathlessly.

You leaned down, biting gently along her shoulder.

“And you’re so fucking perfect,” you growled.

Before she could respond, you slipped your hand between her thighs, finding her already wet and needy.

She gasped sharply, pushing back into your hand instinctively.

“Still sore, baby?” you teased, rubbing slow circles over her clit.

“Y-yeah…” she whined, her thighs trembling. “But… I want you anyway.”

That was all you needed.

You grabbed a fistful of her hair, gently yanking her head back, exposing the pretty curve of her neck. She moaned at the roughness, her hips rocking back against you desperately.

“You want it rough this time, huh?” you muttered against her ear.

She nodded frantically. “Please… please, baby—”

You lined yourself up and thrust into her with one hard, deep stroke, pulling a broken cry from her throat.

One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip brutally, you set a rough pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

Chaewon was a mess beneath you, moaning helplessly, babbling incoherently, her body trembling with every deep, punishing thrust.

You brought your hand down sharply against her ass, the crack of it echoing through the room.

She screamed — not from pain, but from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and roughness she clearly craved.

You spanked her again, harder, and her entire body jolted — her pussy clenching so tightly around you it almost made you cum on the spot.

“That’s it, baby,” you growled, yanking her hair harder, forcing her back to arch beautifully. “Take it. Take it all.”

“I-I’m gonna—!” she sobbed, her voice breaking.

And then it happened.

Her whole body went rigid, a high, keening wail ripping from her throat as she squirted — her release gushing around you, soaking the sheets, her thighs trembling violently.

It was messy, raw, fucking beautiful.

You cursed under your breath, fucking her through it, slowing only when she completely collapsed onto the bed, boneless and gasping for air.

You pulled out slowly, watching your cum leak out of her, mixed with the evidence of her orgasm, her body utterly wrecked but glowing.

Gently, you gathered her trembling form into your arms, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, murmuring soft praises into her hair.

“You were perfect, baby,” you whispered. “So fucking beautiful.”

Chaewon was too dazed to speak at first, just clinging to you like her life depended on it. Eventually, she let out a tiny giggle.

“That was… intense,” she mumbled, voice hoarse and dreamy. “I feel like I could fly.”

You laughed softly, brushing her hair back. “Feeling better now?”

She nodded lazily, snuggling closer. “Mmhmm… totally refreshed. Ready to go kick ass with the girls.”

You kissed her one more time, deep and slow. “Just don’t forget who ruined you first.”

Chaewon grinned, that cheeky sparkle back in her eyes.

“Trust me, baby. How could I ever forget?”

A few hours later, you were lounging on the couch, still basking in the memories of the morning, when your phone buzzed.

You glanced at the screen — it was a text from Yunjin.

Yunjin: bro… what did you do to Chaewon???

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you opened it. Another message came in right after:

Yunjin: she’s acting like she just drank 5 Red Bulls.

Yunjin: she’s outdancing everyone.

Yunjin: she even VOLUNTEERED for extra rehearsals.

Yunjin: I’m scared.

You chuckled under your breath, imagining Chaewon bouncing around rehearsal all bright-eyed and cocky, while the others were just trying to survive.

You typed back casually:

You: just gave her a little “massage” this morning. Needed to loosen her up.

There was a long pause before Yunjin replied.

Yunjin:

Massage???

**MASSAGE MY ASS WTF LMAO

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud now. Yunjin wasn’t done.

Yunjin: idk what the hell you did

Yunjin: but do NOT make a habit of it

Yunjin: or we’re all gonna die trying to keep up with her

Just as you were about to respond, a new text popped up — this time from Chaewon herself:

Chaewon:

[photo attachment: a sneaky selfie of her sweaty but grinning at rehearsal, throwing up a peace sign]

Chaewon:

“all refreshed thanks to you, baby~ miss you already.”

You smiled down at the screen, your heart flipping a little.Yeah.

You definitely ruined her.

In the best possible way.

It had been a few weeks since that wild morning, but nothing between you and Chaewon had cooled off — if anything, it had only gotten worse.

She was insatiable now.

Every time you saw her, it was like she couldn’t get enough, like she needed you deeper, harder, more.

And tonight was no different.

Chaewon was on her back, legs thrown over your shoulders, her little fists clutching the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. You were pounding into her, deep and relentless, watching her fall apart underneath you.

Sweat slicked her skin, her bangs clinging to her forehead, her mouth open in a silent scream every time you slammed into her.

Her tiny body took you so well — tight, dripping, squeezing you like she was trying to pull you even deeper.

“F-fuck— baby, more,” she sobbed, her legs trembling violently against your shoulders. “I need it… need you…”

You growled low in your throat, leaning over her, folding her nearly in half as you hammered into her even harder, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and obscene.

“You feel that, Chae?” you grunted against her ear, your hand sliding down to slap her clit lightly.

“You’re fucking soaked for me. Such a messy little thing.”

Chaewon wailed, tears slipping down her cheeks from how overwhelming the pleasure was. She was completely gone — no thoughts, no filters, just raw need.

Then, in a voice so wrecked and needy it made your entire body jolt, she cried out:

“Breed me… please— baby, fill me up— I need it— need you to cum inside me, fuck a baby into me— please!”

Your brain short-circuited.

Hearing those filthy words tumble from sweet little Chaewon’s mouth while she was trembling, desperate underneath you?

You lost it.

“Fuck, Chae,” you growled, snapping your hips even faster, drilling into her with brutal thrusts that made her whole body bounce. “You want that, huh? Want me to knock you up? Fill this tight little pussy with my cum?”

“Yes! Yes, please—!” she sobbed, clawing at your arms, dragging you down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss that was all tongue and moans.

You felt her clamp down around you like a vice, her whole body locking up as she came hard — squirting again, soaking your cock, the sheets, herself — a full-body orgasm that left her crying out brokenly into your mouth.

You barely managed a few more thrusts before you were spilling inside her, filling her exactly how she begged for, groaning against her neck as you pumped her full of everything you had.

You stayed buried deep, grinding into her gently, making sure she felt every single drop you gave her.

Chaewon clung to you, trembling, her walls still fluttering around you as she gasped for air.

“Good girl,” you whispered roughly, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks, her eyelids, her swollen lips.

“You take me so well, baby. You’re perfect.”

She whimpered, completely boneless under you now, a dazed, blissed-out smile tugging at her lips.

“I love you,” she mumbled, voice thick and wrecked.

You kissed her forehead, heart hammering against hers.

“I love you too, Chae.”

And in that messy, sweaty, completely ruined state, you realized you could spend the rest of your life ruining her like this — and she’d beg you for more every single time. You were both still tangled together, your bodies sticky and warm, breathing slowly returning to normal.

Chaewon was sprawled out beneath you, looking absolutely wrecked — flushed cheeks, messy hair, faint bruises blooming where your hands had gripped her too hard — but her eyes were gleaming with that mischievous sparkle you knew all too well.

She lazily twirled a strand of your hair around her finger, smiling like a cat who caught her prey.

“You know…” she said, her voice soft but teasing, “if I end up pregnant, you’re totally responsible.”

You snorted, burying your face in her neck, still trying to catch your breath. “You’re the one who begged for it, baby.”

She giggled — a low, throaty sound — and scratched your scalp lightly with her nails, making you shiver.

“Mmm… true,” she purred.

“But lucky for you…” she tilted your chin up to make you look into her smug little face, “I’m on birth control.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Since when?”

Chaewon grinned wider, tugging you down for a quick kiss before whispering against your lips:

“Since I realized how fucking good you are at ruining me.”

You groaned against her mouth, your cock twitching again despite yourself.

This woman was going to kill you.

“And…” she added, voice dropping lower, the bratty gleam in her eyes back in full force,

“…since you already filled me up once…”

She hooked a leg around your waist, grinding herself slowly against you, letting you feel how wet and messy she still was.

“Don’t you think you owe me a round two, daddy?”

Your brain short-circuited at the name, the tone — the pure, filthy invitation wrapped in her sweetness.

You didn’t even bother answering.

You just growled low in your throat, flipped her onto her stomach, and grabbed her hips hard enough to make her gasp.

Chaewon giggled breathlessly, wiggling her ass at you, completely unapologetic.

“Come on, baby,” she whined, looking over her shoulder at you with hooded, fucked-out eyes.

“Breed me again… even if it’s just for practice.”

You grinned wickedly.

Oh, you were about to give her so much more than just practice. You barely gave her time to catch her breath.

One moment she was giggling, teasing you — the next, you were gripping her hair, yanking her head back as you shoved yourself inside her with one brutal thrust.

Chaewon screamed, her back arching beautifully, her fingers clawing uselessly at the sheets as you bottomed out in her soaking pussy.

There was no gentle build-up this time — no teasing.

She asked for it.

Begged for it.

Now she was going to get it.

You set a vicious pace right away, slamming into her so hard the bed frame rattled against the wall.

Each thrust made her moan louder, her voice raw and hoarse, but she was pushing back against you like a good little slut, desperate for every brutal inch.

“You want to be bred again?” you growled, tugging her head back so her mouth fell open in a silent cry.

“Y-yes!” she sobbed, tears already brimming in her pretty brown eyes. “Please— need it— need you—!”

You leaned down, your chest pressing against her back, one hand sliding around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and clench around you.

“You’re so fucking dirty for me,” you snarled into her ear.

“My perfect little idol… begging to get knocked up.”

Chaewon whimpered helplessly, completely at your mercy.

You released her throat just long enough to slam your palm down on her ass, the sound echoing loud and filthy through the room.

She shrieked, her entire body jolting, her pussy tightening almost painfully around you.

Again.

Harder.

Another brutal slap to her ass, leaving bright red prints blooming on her perfect skin.

She loved it.

You could feel how her body quivered, how she sobbed out broken moans, how she kept whispering your name like a prayer between each thrust.

And then — when you grabbed her hair again, yanked her head back and fucked her harder than ever —

she snapped.

Chaewon let out a high, keening scream, her thighs trembling violently as she squirted again — even harder than before, soaking the sheets, your cock, her own legs.

“Fuck, Chae,” you groaned, almost losing it from how insanely tight she squeezed around you.

“I—I’m cumming—again—” she wailed, her body collapsing forward, her arms giving out under her.

You didn’t stop.

You drove into her through her orgasm, chasing your own release — and when you finally came, you buried yourself to the hilt, grinding deep inside her as you filled her up once more.

Chaewon sobbed under you, her body twitching, absolutely wrecked and leaking around your cock.

You stayed locked together for a moment, both of you gasping, sweaty, ruined.

You pulled out slowly, watching your cum spill out of her — a beautiful, filthy mess that made your cock twitch with pride.

Chaewon let out a broken little giggle, her voice barely there.

“Y-you definitely practiced…” she slurred.

You collapsed beside her, dragging her trembling body into your arms, cradling her gently.

She clung to you weakly, completely drained but smiling so wide it made your heart squeeze.

“You okay, baby?” you whispered against her forehead.

She nodded, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.

“Mmhmm… I’m so okay…” she mumbled.

“I’m so full… feels so good…”

You laughed softly, kissing the crown of her head.

“You’re mine, Chae,” you whispered. “All fucking mine.”

And as she melted even further into your arms, you knew she’d never want it any other way. Chaewon should’ve been passed out after the second round.

Her body was trembling, her thighs soaked, little bruises and lovebites painting her soft skin.

But somehow, your girl wasn’t done.

Not even close.

She was straddling you now, cheeks flushed, hair a wild mess, grinding her soaked, abused pussy down on your cock like her life depended on it.

“F-fuck, baby, you’re still so hard,” she whimpered breathlessly, her hands planted on your chest for balance.

You grabbed her hips, helping her bounce on you, each wet slap of her ass against your thighs making her shudder.

“You’re fucking insatiable, Chae,” you groaned, feeling her clench around you like a vice.

“Could ride this dick all night, couldn’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” she moaned, nodding frantically. “Don’t wanna stop… feels too good—”

She was close again — you could feel it.

Her thighs were shaking, her breath was hitching, her little gasps getting higher and needier.

And then — right as she was about to fall apart —

her phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand.

You both froze for a split second.

Chaewon looked at you, wide-eyed, panting.

Then the screen lit up: Yunjin calling.

She bit her lip, wicked and mischievous, and before you could say a word —

she answered.

“H-hey… Yunjin,” she said, voice strained but somehow managing to sound almost normal.

You smirked, thrusting up into her hard, making her eyes flutter.

Chaewon slapped a hand over your mouth in panic, shooting you a desperate glare while trying to listen to Yunjin rambling on the other end.

“Yeah… rehearsal was good… I’m just… haah… relaxing now,” she said, her voice hitching mid-sentence as you bucked your hips again.

You watched, mesmerized, as she struggled to keep her composure — her cheeks burning, her fingers digging into your shoulders.

You were relentless, thrusting up into her in slow, deep strokes that had her clenching and twitching around you.

Her pussy was so sensitive now, every movement sending little spasms through her body.

Yunjin kept talking casually, completely unaware.

Meanwhile, Chaewon’s whole body was betraying her — trembling, dripping, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as she tried to keep up the conversation.

“Y-yeah… I’ll see you tomorrow,” she gasped out, her words getting more slurred. “Okay— mmhmm… love you too—”

You grabbed her ass with both hands, slamming her down harder onto your cock, hitting that perfect spot inside her — and that was it.

Chaewon broke.

She let out a strangled cry, trying desperately to muffle it against your shoulder, her body convulsing as she came violently around you.

Her pussy squeezed you so tight it hurt, milking you as she rode out another messy, wet orgasm.

Somewhere in the chaos, she must’ve hung up the call — you heard the phone clatter onto the bed.

Chaewon collapsed against you, sobbing breathlessly into your neck, her whole body twitching.

You wrapped your arms around her, still buried deep inside her, feeling her walls flutter with aftershocks.

“Fuck, baby,” you whispered, stroking her sweaty hair. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

She giggled weakly against your skin, a totally ruined little sound.

“Yunjin’s… gonna know…” she mumbled, voice wrecked and hoarse.

You laughed, feeling her heartbeat pounding wildly against yours.

“Let her guess,” you whispered, thrusting up into her one more time, just to hear her broken little whimper.

“You’re mine.”

Chaewon shivered, clinging tighter to you.

“Yours,” she echoed dreamily. “Only yours.” A few days later you had (with the help of Chae and Kazuha) scored tickets to Le Sserafim’s next concert. You were excited to see Chae perform on such a big stage, especially so close.” The concert was chaos — a blur of screaming fans, flashing lights, pounding bass.

Chaewon was radiant under the stage lights, every move sharp, every smile dazzling.

But you could see it.

You could feel it.

The way her eyes kept flicking toward the side stage between sets.

The way she bit her lip just a little too hard.

The way she squirmed during the slower songs, thighs pressing together like she was trying — and failing — to behave.

She was dripping with it.

Need.

Desperation.

She wanted you.

Bad.

And when the final encore ended — when she finally disappeared backstage, breathless, sweat-slicked, radiant —

you were already waiting.

Chaewon didn’t even hesitate.

She threw herself into your arms, her body vibrating with energy, with frustration, with hunger.

“Baby— please,” she whimpered, clutching your shirt, grinding her tiny body against you shamelessly.

You didn’t say a word.

You grabbed her by the waist and shoved her against the nearest wall out of regular vision, your mouth crashing into hers in a filthy, devouring kiss.

Chaewon moaned into your mouth, already pawing at your belt, desperate and reckless.

“Need you now,” she gasped between kisses, her voice trembling. “Want it— need it—”

“You want more?” you growled, slipping your hand under her skirt, feeling the soaked lace of her panties.

She nodded frantically, eyes wild.

“Then you better hold on, baby.”

The first time, you took her standing up — panties yanked aside, one of her legs hitched over your hip, her little fists grabbing your shoulders as you pounded into her mercilessly.

She came so fast she almost blacked out, sobbing into your neck as you filled her tight little pussy.The second time, you dragged her into a dark storage room, bending her over a crate, fucking her hard and fast from behind while she tried — and failed — to stay quiet.Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably by the time you finished again, spilling deep inside her as she gushed around you. The third time, she was on her knees, mouth stretched wide around your cock, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gagged and choked and begged for more. When you came, she swallowed every drop with a broken moan, her own fingers between her legs, cumming untouched just from the taste of you.And the fourth time —

the fourth time, you laid her down on a pile of old costumes, her body boneless and twitching, and slid back inside her slowly.

Chaewon whimpered weakly, so overstimulated she could barely move, but she clung to you with the last of her strength, wrapping her legs around your waist.

“Please… don’t stop,” she mumbled against your ear, her voice barely a whisper. “Want it all… wanna be full forever…”

You kissed her gently, tenderly — the opposite of how brutally you wrecked her body — and rocked into her slowly, deeply, grinding against that sweet spot that made her gasp and tighten around you.

She was a mess — sweat-slick, covered in love bites, leaking your cum from between her thighs — but she was smiling.

Pure, fucked-out bliss.

You kept going, slow and deep, feeling her flutter and clench around you, her body too sensitive, too wrecked, but still craving you.

She came again — a weak, broken little cry that barely escaped her lips — and this time, she didn’t even try to move after.

Chaewon just slumped against you, completely limp, still trembling, still twitching around your cock.

Still full.

You smiled against her hair, stroking her back as you stayed buried deep inside her, feeling her tiny aftershocks ripple through her.

“My beautiful girl,” you whispered.

“My perfect little slut.”

Chaewon let out a sleepy, happy whimper, nuzzling into your chest.

“Yours…” she mumbled.

“Only yours…”

And then — finally — she passed out, her breath evening out into soft little puffs against your skin, still impaled on your cock, still leaking, still owned.

You held her close, heart pounding, overwhelmed by how much you loved this beautiful, filthy, perfect girl.

And you knew:

you’d wreck her like this again.

And again.

And she’d beg for more every single time. By the time you managed to carry her back to your place Chaewon is still knocked out. As you drive you smile at the peaceful look she has. You tell her everything’s gonna be alright despite the fact that she probably can’t hear you, but what you don’t know is that your voice soothes her all the same. You go to sleep with the idol in bed cuddled adorably as she leans into she whispers again. “I love you baby,” before going to sleep again.

The plan for Chaewon’s rare day off had been simple:

sleep in, eat junk food, maybe cuddle and watch movies.

But the moment she woke up, stretching naked in your bed, your cum still leaking out of her, she gave you that look —

that look that told you exactly what she needed.

What she craved.

What only you could give her now.

You barely made it through breakfast.

She was already climbing into your lap, grinding against your morning wood with a sleepy whimper, begging you to fill her again before the coffee even finished brewing.

And you?

You gave it to her.

Over and over and over.

The first time was slow and lazy, her head resting on your shoulder, your cock buried deep inside her as you rocked into her from the couch.Chaewon clung to you with limp little moans, squeezing around you greedily every time you filled her.

“Mmh… so full already…” she mumbled, dazed, smiling against your neck.

“Don’t stop… wanna be your good girl forever…” The second time, you bent her over the kitchen counter, fucking her hard enough to make the glasses rattle in the cupboards.She gasped and cried out with every slap of your hips against her ass, her tiny fists pounding weakly against the marble.

“Breed me, baby,” she sobbed, squeezing her thighs together to keep it all inside.

“Make me yours… make me your fucking wife—”The third time, you took her back to bed — slow, sweet, grinding into her in long, deep strokes while she sobbed into the pillows.

Her tummy was already bloated, slick and sticky between her thighs, but she still begged for more.“I can take it,” she whined breathlessly. “Please— please don’t stop— wanna be stuffed all the time—”You kissed her messy hair, murmuring filthy promises against her ear as you filled her up again, and again, and again.

And it never really stopped.

You’d take breaks — quick showers where she ended up jerking you off under the water, lazy snacks that turned into her dropping to her knees to suck you off right there in the kitchen.She was insatiable.Completely cockdrunk, giggly, proud of the way you kept using her perfect little body.By the afternoon, she was lying sprawled on your bed, her thighs sticky and trembling, her whole body flushed and glowing.

You hovered over her, still hard, stroking your cock slowly as you watched her.

Chaewon looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, smiling dreamily.

“Still hard for me, baby?” she whispered, voice wrecked but happy.

“Always,” you growled, crawling over her.

She giggled breathlessly, opening her arms to you, spreading her legs wide.

“Good,” she whispered, tugging you down for a kiss.

“‘Cause I’m not done yet either.”

And she wasn’t.

She rode you again, slow and messy, gasping every time she felt you twitch inside her.

You bred her again, pulling her hair, spanking her ass, whispering filthy things against her skin until she was crying from how good it felt.It was sometime in the late afternoon — though you couldn’t tell by the way the curtains were drawn tight, the world outside forgotten.

Chaewon was curled up against you in bed, skin sticky with sweat and cum, her hair a tangled mess.

You ran your fingers lazily up and down her bare back, feeling the way she still twitched sometimes from the overstimulation.

She was smiling — a soft, dreamy little thing — tracing slow, absentminded circles against your chest.

“You,” you said suddenly, your voice low and amused, “have been talking a lot about being my wife today.”

Chaewon froze for a second, then giggled, hiding her face against your shoulder.

You shifted, turning her chin up so you could see her flushed, happy face.

“Seriously though,” you said, grinning. “What’s gotten into you, baby? You’ve been… insatiable.”

She bit her lip, suddenly shy, her fingers toying with your necklace.

After a long moment, she whispered, “It’s because of you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You treat me… and the girls… so well,” she said, her voice cracking a little with emotion. “Even when you didn’t have to. You’re not responsible for us. You could’ve just been… distant. Cold. But you’re not.”

She looked up at you then — eyes wide and earnest, shimmering with more than just lust.

“You’re so good to us,” she whispered. “So good to me. I just… I want to return the favor. I want to show you how much I love you. How much you mean to me.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the rawness of it.

And then you laughed — a soft, affectionate sound, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Baby,” you murmured, pulling her closer, “you don’t owe me anything. You don’t have to do anything to earn my love and respect. I love taking care of you because you’re you. Because you deserve it.”

Chaewon whimpered at that — an almost broken little sound — and suddenly, you felt her nails dig into your chest, her thighs shifting restlessly over your hips.

The words — the kindness, the way you said it so easily — had riled her up.

“You can’t just—” she gasped, grinding down against you with a helpless, greedy little moan, “—say stuff like that and expect me to stay calm.”

You chuckled darkly, feeling her slick heat already coating your skin again.

“You really are addicted, huh, Chae?” you teased, grabbing her hips.

She nodded frantically, panting against your neck.

“Need you, baby,” she whimpered. “Need you so bad.”

You flipped her onto her back easily, sliding between her open thighs, lining yourself up with her swollen, dripping entrance.

“Then you’re gonna take it again, pretty girl,” you growled against her lips.

“And again. And again. Until you remember exactly who you belong to.”

Chaewon moaned, wrapping her arms around your neck, spreading her legs even wider.

“I already know,” she whispered shakily.

“I’m yours. Only yours. Forever.”

And when you pushed into her again — slowly, filling her completely — she gasped your name like a prayer, her whole body surrendering once more.You fucked her slow at first — deep, grinding strokes that made her whole body shake underneath you.

Chaewon’s little hands clawed at your back, her breath hitching in tiny broken sobs with every thrust.

“So good, baby…” she whimpered against your ear. “Feels so good… you’re so big… filling me so deep…”

You leaned in, teeth grazing her ear.

“You love being full of me, don’t you, Chae?” you growled, thrusting a little harder.

She cried out, nodding frantically.

“Y-Yes! Love it, love being stuffed… love when you fill me up so much it leaks out… wanna be your perfect little cumdump forever—”

You growled low in your throat, fucking into her harder, the wet slap of your bodies echoing off the walls.

“You want me to make you my wife?” you snarled, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at you.

Her eyes were glassy, overflowing with tears of pleasure.

“Y-Yes,” she gasped, trembling. “Please, baby… wanna be your wife… wanna wear your ring, take your name… be yours forever—”

You slammed into her harder, making her scream.

“Say it,” you demanded. “Tell me what you want.”

Chaewon sobbed, gripping your shoulders desperately.

“Wanna have your babies,” she cried. “Wanna be knocked up, barefoot, in your bed… wanna carry all your kids, over and over, stay pregnant and full of you—”

You groaned, the filth pouring from her sweet little mouth nearly making you lose it right there.

“Fuck, baby…” you growled, snapping your hips harder. “Gonna fuck you full every day… make sure you’re dripping with me all the time… keep you knocked up, so swollen and pretty for me—”

“Yes!” Chaewon screamed, legs locking around you.

“Breed me! Breed me forever, make me yours in every way—”

You felt her body clamp down around you — tight, fluttering, desperate — and she came again, gushing around your cock, sobbing your name over and over like a prayer.

You pushed deep one final time, spilling inside her again, groaning against her messy, flushed skin.

She twitched and shivered under you, tears streaming down her cheeks from pure, broken bliss.

You stayed inside her, feeling the hot mess leaking out slowly around your cock.

Chaewon whimpered, wriggling closer, still not letting you pull out.

“Stay,” she mumbled, so dazed she could barely form words.

“Stay inside… keep me full… please…”

You kissed her damp forehead, holding her tight, your heart pounding with something so deep it scared you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered.

Chaewon gave a tiny, exhausted giggle, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Good…” she whispered sleepily.

“Keep me full… give me all your babies… make me your pretty little housewife…”

She drifted off like that — wrecked, messy, still twitching weakly around your cock, completely bred and blissed out, wearing the dopiest, happiest smile you’d ever seen.

And you stayed inside her, just like she asked —

holding her close, feeling her soft, warm, and absolutely yours.

By the time the sun set, she’d lost count of how many times you’d cum inside her.

The morning sun barely crept in through the curtains, casting a soft golden light across the wreckage of your bedroom.

Chaewon stirred against you, her hair a tangled halo, her thighs sticky where your cum had leaked out overnight.

She winced a little when she shifted — sore, stretched, wrecked — but she smiled dreamily, cuddling closer.

You smiled too, running your hand slowly over her bare back, down to the curve of her ass.

“Morning, baby,” you whispered.

She whined softly, nuzzling into your chest.

You chuckled, reaching down to palm her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.

“Careful,” she giggled weakly. “I’m still full of you.”

You kissed the side of her head, then started kissing your way down — soft, reverent kisses over every mark you’d left last night.

The bruises on her thighs.

The fingerprints on her hips.

The bite marks on her tits.

You worshiped her.

Every inch of her.

Her perfect tits, still sensitive and swollen from all the attention.

Her perfect little ass, bruised and tender from your spanking.

Her perfect, messy, swollen pussy, still dripping your cum from the night before.

Chaewon whimpered, biting her lip as you kissed lower, teasing her clit with lazy, gentle licks.

“God, you’re perfect,” you breathed against her, making her shiver.

You moved back up, pinning her beneath you, hard and ready again.

And she looked up at you — eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, heart pounding — and whispered:

“Make me your wife.”

You froze, staring down at her.

“Baby,” you said, voice rough, “you know I would in a heartbeat.”

She smiled shyly, reaching under the pillow —

and pulled out two tiny, knitted rings —

soft, delicate, a little messy, clearly handmade.

You laughed, heart twisting painfully with love.

“Sakura made them,” Chaewon said, blushing furiously. “I… I wanted to ask you properly.”

She slid the little yarn ring onto your finger, then offered you the second one with a hopeful look.

“Will you be my secret husband?” she whispered. “I can’t be fully committed to being your perfect little housewife yet, but… I can be your secret wife idol superstar who’s a needy little slut just for you.”

You grabbed her face, kissed her hard, and murmured:

“Yes. God, yes.”

Chaewon smiled so wide it made your chest ache.

You slid the tiny ring onto her finger, sealing your ridiculous, perfect little promise.

And then, still smiling, you pushed into her again —

slow, deep, grinding against her already oversensitive walls.

Chaewon gasped, clutching your shoulders, her legs wrapping tight around you.

“Fuck me like you’re trying to breed the birth control out of me,” she whispered, eyes dark with need.

You lost it.

You slammed into her, fucking her hard and deep, holding nothing back.

Her moans turned into screams, her nails raking down your back, her whole body shaking underneath you.

You pinned her wrists above her head, rutting into her brutally, determined to make her feel every inch, every ounce of your love and lust and claim.

“You’re mine,” you growled against her throat.

“My wife. My good girl. My pretty little cumdump.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, legs trembling violently.

“Yours forever. Fuck, I love you, I love you so much—”

You came inside her hard, grinding against her as you spilled deep, filling her again until it was leaking out the sides.

Chaewon whimpered, holding you close, shivering from the intensity.

She blinked up at you, dazed, a stupidly happy smile on her messy, flushed face.

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” she whispered dreamily.

Your heart stopped.

You kissed her hard, laughing a little against her lips — overwhelmed, stupidly in love, filthy and happy and never wanting this to end.

You stayed buried inside her, both of you too wrecked to move, just breathing each other in.

And Chaewon?

She drifted off again, full, sore, and blissed out, wearing the dopiest, proudest little smile you’d ever seen —

your tiny, perfect, secret wife.All she knew was that she was yours.

Completely.

Forever.

#k pop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #chaewon #le sserafim smut #chaewon smut #chaewon x reader #Chaewon x male reader

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fixated-cookies · 3 months ago

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Thinking about reader on their birthday getting "gentle" sex from pure vanilla and shmilk but he obviously has other plans for reader. PV starting by putting a blindfold on reader and giving them gentle kisses on their face and getting lower to their neck while shmilk is trying to resist just stuffing you full and pounding you to oblivion. He starts getting antsy and and changes the positions so you're now stradding him with PV still just staying on the side being so sweet and they slowly start to undress you and that's when shmilk can't hold back anymore. Cue to reader riding shmilk while PV is gently taking them from the back and whispering in their ear about how good they're taking them while shmilk is just letting every moan out. Wrote more than I thought I would but I can't help thinking about them on my birthday -👾

pairing- shadow milk cookie x reader x pure vanilla cookie

tags: blindfolding, smut, riding, piv, pia MDNI

I'm really thinking about pure vanilla putting a blindfold on you, its juicy and gets me thinking. I wouldn't be surprised if it was shadow milk's idea of course. he’d whisper the idea in Pure Vanilla’s ear with a teasing lilt, watching pure vanilla torn between propriety and temptation. “Oh, wouldn’t it be thrilling if our dear little darling didn’t know what was coming next? The anticipation… the suspense…~” all while grinning like he’s already picturing all the ways he could drive the reader insane with sensation alone.

But what’s interesting is the idea of Pure Vanilla actually liking it. At first, he might hesitate—after all, it feels a little unfair to take away one of your senses, doesn’t it? But then he realizes how much it deepens everything. How it makes you focus on his touch, his voice, the warmth of his breath against your skin.

And when he does tie the blindfold in place, he’d be so sweet about it. Soft whispers against yourear, “It’s alright, my love. Trust me.” He’d run his fingers gently down your arms to soothe any tension, kiss their forehead as reassurance. He wouldn’t be doing this to disorient you—no, he’d do it to heighten the experience, to make you feel everything so much more intensely. Now, I was thinking about what was making shadow milk so insatiable, the puppeteer, the mastermind, basically on his knees just to feel you around his cock? I'm going to go with the blindfold. It’s the way you're so utterly vulnerable—blinded, reaching out for something solid to hold onto, relying on your senses of touch and sound alone. It makes his heart ache with want. He watches how your breath hitches at every touch, how you tense in anticipation, and it’s too much. His self-control is hanging by a thread, fraying with every little sound you make from pure vanilla's kisses. And Pure Vanilla’s maddening patience isn’t helping. How can he be so calm? So gentle? Shadow Milk feels like he’s on fire, like something is clawing inside him demanding more—more heat, more movement, more everything. His fingers twitch at his sides as he watches Pure Vanilla ghosting his lips over your skin, barely touching you, just whispering the sweetest, most infuriatingly soft praises.

I'd like to think maybe its the way pure vanilla start undressing you so innocently, like it doesn't even bother him. He watches as Pure Vanilla exposes more and more of you—your soft, vulnerable form slowly revealed, piece by agonizing piece—while he can do nothing but sit there and take it. He grips his own thigh, nails digging in, trying so hard to keep himself in check. His breath is ragged, uneven, his entire body rigid with the sheer effort of restraint.

Pure Vanilla knows exactly what he’s doing.

He moves even slower now, savoring every second, dragging it out just to tease the tension in the air even further. His fingers ghost over your skin like a whisper, dipping just beneath the last few stubborn bits of fabric, and Shadow Milk swears he sees the softest little smirk on his face.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you, Saint?” he grits out, voice rough, strained. Pure Vanilla simply hums, his fingers toying with the last barrier of clothing between you and him.“Can you blame me?” he murmurs sweetly, as if he doesn’t already know he’s driving Shadow Milk insane. And oh, he really should’ve known better. Because the very next moment? Shadow Milk moves.

You barely have time to react before you’re straddling Shadow Milk, your thighs spread over his lap, his grip tight and possessive around you. His breathing is heavy, ragged, his entire frame tense beneath you as he drinks in the sight of you—flushed, blindfolded, vulnerable. His. “Ah, there we go,” he purrs, voice rough with something dark and unrestrained. His fingers flex on your hips, squeezing just enough to make you shiver. “That’s much better, don’t you think, dear heart?”

Behind you, Pure Vanilla doesn’t protest. He doesn’t stop him. He only lets out a soft, knowing hum, as if he expected this all along. As if he wanted this.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” Pure Vanilla murmurs, his breath warm against your shoulder. “Always so impatient…” He makes himself comfortable behind you on top of shadow milk. It’s like a silent battle between them—Pure Vanilla’s slow, deliberate pace vs. Shadow Milk’s barely restrained desperation. And you? You’re caught in the middle, utterly helpless to the push and pull of their attention.

Pure vanilla catches your hips in his hands guiding you upwards, your hands lean onto shadow milk's chest for stability. His grip is firm but gentle, guiding you upward, keeping you right on the edge instead of letting you sink down and give in to Shadow Milk’s overwhelming need to have you on his leaky cock. Your hands tremble against Shadow Milk’s chest, feeling the thunderous rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips.

You feel pure vanilla lean onto your back slightly, lining himself up. You can feel his breath ghost over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers—

"Happy birthday, my dear."

And then, finally, he lets you fall. Shadow Milk gasps beneath you, his grip tightening around your thighs as he finally gets what he’s been aching for. His head snaps forward, his sharp, heterochromatic eyes blown wide in stunned pleasure. He wanted this—needed it—but even he wasn’t prepared for the sudden rush of sensation of your warm, tight hole onto his cock.

Pure Vanilla stays steady behind you, hands still firm on your hips, controlling the movement with that same composed cruelty. His touch is guiding, unwavering, keeping you from giving in to Shadow Milk’s reckless, insatiable urges too soon. "See?" he hums, his lips brushing against your ear again, "Patience is rewarding, isn't it?" you feel him taking you from the back. Choked gasp and moans leaving out of your mouth.

Shadow Milk groans, his head tilting back against the pillows, his fingers twitching in frustration. "You're one to talk," he hisses, but his voice is strained, breathless, already unraveling.

Oh, he's so going to get back at Pure Vanilla for this later. But for now, he just going to sink into this feel a little bit longer. "You're doing so well… my love…" he whispers, but his breath hitches, just slightly. His grip on your hips tightens, fingertips pressing deeper into your skin as if anchoring himself. He thrust deeper into your ass, hips smushing against the plush softness. Shadow Milk, beneath you, is far less composed. His usual sharp tongue is failing him, words slurring as his head lolls back, lips parted in a breathless gasp. "A-Ah— shh-sweet thing, y-you… hhn— you—" Whatever taunt he was attempting dies on his tongue, his chest rising and falling in erratic motions. His clawed fingers twitch against your thighs, trying, needing to keep you bouncing on his length. Pure Vanilla's voice, though still gentle, begins to falter. His usually steady, controlled cadence becomes softer, more breathless, as he exhales against your shoulder. "So beautiful…" he murmurs

And then, just barely, in a hushed voice, "Please…"

A single word. A quiet plea. A crack in his perfect composure.

Shadow Milk whimpers beneath you, shuddering at the sound. "P-Pure Vanilla…" his voice breaks, and he squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed. "Hah—th-that’s just… n-not fair…"

"Oh, my dear…" Pure Vanilla hums softly, his lips grazing your ear as he tilts your hips just so. "You feel so wonderful—" a pause, calculated, knowing—"but oh… I think someone’s having trouble keeping up."

Shadow Milk lets out a low, shuddering whimper, his hands spasming against your skin. "S-shut… up…" he rasps, but there’s no bite to it, no strength behind his words. His breath is unsteady, his pupils blown wide, his lips parted as his chest heaves with each gasp as he feel himself deeper within your cunt. Pure Vanilla chuckles softly, his fingers tightening just slightly as he shifts behind you. "Oh, but this is a—ah celebration, isn’t it? A gift just for you…" His lips ghost over your shoulder, his hands never ceasing their steady guidance. "And yet…I'm sure you can hear him." Oh if only you could see this.

Shadow Milk lets out a low, shuddering gasp, his head tipping back, his chest rising and falling with each stuttered breath. His countless eyes flicker in between his hair, caught between frustration and sheer bliss.

"Such a mess…" Pure Vanilla muses, tilting his head. His fingers trail up your spine, gentle, reassuring, but his voice carries the unmistakable lilt of amusement. "And on your special day, no less… what a shame." Shadow Milk whines. He doesn’t mean to—he never would—but the sound slips past his lips before he can swallow it down. Pure Vanilla merely smiles against your skin, his tone achingly soft as he whispers,

"Make a wish, my love…"

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HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!! Can you tell I used inspiration from my own previous work lol. I love making shadow milk subby, he's such a switch though, its ridiculous. Also had pure vanilla take the reigns this time. I also think I'm going to start working on a masterlist soon, idk, but I've been writing a lot and I think my blog is kinda becoming a bit messy

#pure vanilla cookie x reader #pure vanilla cookie smut #shadow milk cookie x reader #shadow milk cookie smut #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #crk smut #crk #smut #👾 anon

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rhiannonsknife · 5 months ago

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feeling.. a bit.. whorish 🫣

but was thinking of reader who gets roped into going to one of lottie’s parties and there they also get roped into playing spin the bottle.. which coincidentally majority of the yellowjackets are playing also—

basically reader getting to kiss/make out with the members

- 🐉

oh my god we gotta love a whorish 🐉 anon ask!! nsfw-ish content. so mdni. part 2.

you're trying not to think too hard about what's happening around you as nat (who’s been making out with jackie for the past minutes) licks her lips, like she’s savoring the last bits of jackie in her mouth, and reaches for the bottle in the center of the circle of yellowjackets.

then she spins it.

the air feels thicker as the bottle slows, the suspense stretching impossibly thin. your stomach flips as it finally comes to a stop. pointing directly at you. “fucking finally,”

your face heats instantly, your mind reeling at the implication behind her words. you don't get the chance to ask what she means, because nat is already on her knees, crawling toward you

“nat, don't break them,” shauna teases from her spot in the circle, leaning back on her hands. “i’m gentle!” she insists with a low chuckle.

all eyes are on you as nat leans in.

you don't realize you're holding your breath until her lips brush yours. for a brief moment, she hovers there, her mouth barely grazing yours as if she's daring you to lean in and close the gap. when you don't, nat’s hand slides up, her fingers curling just under your chin to tilt your face toward her.

and then she kisses you.

her lips move with a confidence that makes your head spin, coaxing you into it until you can't think about anything else.

when she finally pulls back and you find yourself chasing her mouth with a low whine, nat’s grin is wide and triumphant, her eyes scanning your flushed face with satisfaction.

“not bad,” she says, sitting back like she's just done you a favor.

you barely have time to catch your breath, let alone process before jackie speaks up. “i don't know…” she taps her chin. “i think i can do better!”

it’s not a question. not really. jackie is already sliding closer.

her lips crash into yours, and the difference is immediate. where nat's kiss was measured, jackie is messy, frantic.

her hand curls around the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair as she tugs you closer. jackie’s manicured nails lightly graze your skin and the force of it sends a shiver down your spine. you can't help but gasp against her mouth.

jackie takes full advantage, licking into you like she has something to prove, like she needs to claim this moment as hers and no one else's: she kisses like she's been starving for you, like this is something she's been aching for but denying herself until now.

when she pulls away, you're dizzy. jackie just smiles, wiping the corner of your mouth with her thumb. “yeah,” she rasps. “much better…”

“that’s not fair,” shauna says -no, whines- suddenly, pushing off her hands and shifting forward. “i didn't get a turn!”

jackie, whose hands still cup the side of your face, makes room for her. “suit yourself shipman,” she tilts your head so you’re looking past her at shauna. “they’re all yours!”

the words barely have time to register before shauna is there, framing your face with both hands as her lips meet yours too. you inhale sharply, your mouth still puffy and wet with jackie’s saliva.

where she was rough, shauna is steady, patient, her lips soft but firm, her thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks as she deepens the kiss. somewhere behind you, you hear nat’s breath catching in her throat as she watches you kiss shauna back while jackie lingers close to you. her hands roam your back, fingers digging into your shoulders in what’s supposed to be a grounding gesture. it only sends more heat through your body that pools between your thighs.

when shauna pulls back, her dark eyes linger on yours, pupils dilated impossibly wide. her jaw drops when jackie, impatient as ever, cradles your neck and turns you back towards herself immediately after.

she sighs into your mouth this time, an almost-moan slipping from her as she gets her own taste of shauna’s spit in your mouth.

lottie's voice cuts through the moment suddenly, “i think it's my turn,”

she doesn't sit down when she reaches you, doesn't kneel like the others did. instead, she stands tall, towering over you. lottie's hand lifts, her fingers gentle as they cup your jaw. she tilts your face up toward hers, then curls her fingers in your hair.

lottie doesn't rush. there's no hurried crash of lips, no frenzied energy. the kiss lasts longer than the others, feels more deliberate and when she pulls away, you're breathless. lottie grins, brushing her thumb over your bottom lip. “yeah,” she says softly, like the others aren't even there. “that's more like it,”

the silence that follows feels charged. you glance around, realizing all of them are still watching you expectantly. jackie breaks first: “you're not done yet, are you?”

unable to string together any coherent sentences, you just shake your head, dumbfounded and so, so turned on.

“pass them over here,” shauna murmurs, and suddenly you're moving again, their hands on you, their mouths finding yours from all directions.

you lose track of time, of whose lips are brushing yours, of whose hands are sliding over your skin and tugging at your clothes. the room spins around you, a blur of low hums and teasing words, but you don't care. not when jackie's teeth are grazing the base of your neck, or when shauna is whispering sweet nothings against your ear. not when nat pulls you into her lap and gently rocks you back and forth, or when lottie kisses you again, slow and consuming, like she's trying to leave her mark.

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alinathinkstoomuch · 4 days ago

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EX-FACTOR

pairing: aaron hotchner x ex!reader summary: hotch swears he's listening to rossi, except he can’t focus on a single word when you’re at the bar with another guy, based on this request. warnings: hotch is turning greeeeen from jealousy!! pining, hotch just wants his baby back word count: 0.6k

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Aaron was trying to listen to Rossi—really, he was. Something about a plot of land and investment potential and tax benefits or… God, he’d lost the thread ages ago. He nodded here and there, tossed out a half-hearted “yeah?” or “makes sense,” but his focus wasn’t anywhere near the conversation. Neither were his eyes.

They were glued to the crowd, more specifically to the gap in it. The spot where you used to be.

You’d disappeared ten minutes ago, and so had the guy who’d been flirting with you. Some twenty-something whose fingers grazed the side of your waist like he had any right to be even within six feet of you.

“And what exactly is your plan for tonight?” Rossi asked, swirling the last bit of his bourbon.

“What?”

“The staring? Gripping your glass like it can breathe?” Rossi lifted his brows. “What’s next? You going to challenge him to a duel?”

“I’m just watching,” Aaron muttered.

“Mmm,” Rossi said, which was Italian for you’re full of shit but I’m going to let you dig this hole a little deeper.

Aaron didn’t respond, his eyes doing their seventh sweep of the minute. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for the most, that you’d look back and catch him, or that the guy would spontaneously combust under the weight of his scowl. But for any of that to happen, he had to see where you were.

And he knew that he had no right. That it wasn’t his business anymore, that the only real authority he had over you these days was inside a briefing room with a suspect on the board. Because this? A bar, a night off, your clothes, your smile, a stranger’s hand on your waist? This wasn’t his jurisdiction. This was your playing field now. And Aaron was a benched sub who’d already had his shot and fumbled the pass, reduced to a spectator at best. A ghost, more likely.

“She’s allowed to dance, you know,” Rossi continued, not unkindly. “Even allowed to enjoy it.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“Good,” Rossi said, far too breezily. “Maybe she even left with him. Can’t see her anywhere.”

Aaron’s head whipped towards the exit so fast, it stirred a breeze around him. For a moment his stomach dropped in that cold, involuntary way it did when something went wrong on a case as he considered the possibility that, maybe you did go home with him.

“I’m kidding,” Rossi chuckled. “Relax. She’s by the bar.”

And there you were. Using a stack of napkins to fan yourself, the golden lights catching on your exposed skin, the small specks of glitter scattered across your bare shoulders gracefully. He could still remember the caramel-like scent that came with it, relying on memory alone now, because he no longer had the right to be close enough to smell it again.

The lights shifted, dimming, then bleeding into a soft pink, the kind that made everything—you—look dreamlike. You gasped excitedly, grabbing Penelope’s arm where she stood beside you. She lit up just like you did, and Aaron didn’t even realise he was smiling until you were already pulling her towards the dance floor, placing a hand on the guy’s chest and yelling, “I’ll be back. This is our song!”

He hoped you wouldn’t be back, not to him, anyway. Not really. He hoped you’d stay somewhere close instead, just within reach, orbiting near enough for his eyes to find you and no one else’s.

He was grateful no one around had mind-reading abilities, because if you knew how often he thought about you, you’d probably never speak to him again. Or maybe you would. That was the thing about the two of you, the friendship had held, maybe too well. And maybe that was the problem.

Neither of you could move on.

“You’re torturing yourself,” Rossi said plainly.

Aaron didn’t look away. “I know.”

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gutsoupz · 10 days ago

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first time, my ass. kmg

pairing : non idol! mingyu x reader obvi (i have other member fics i will also post in the coming weeks!!! these fics are 1-2 years old i’ve had them in my drafts forever and i just edit them to seem more modern if that makes sense lmfao)

goodbye yall i was watching a show and a scene like this came up and it made me think of mingyu THE mingyu from that one live (as shown in pics of him lol) for some reason enjoy 🥲

smut btw (again) piv reader is on top for first time ever kissing praise kink kinda mingyu calls reader good girl (FUCK ME) also readers semi inexperienced!!!

MDNI!!!

you should’ve never told him.

the second it left your mouth—soft, innocent, and way too trusting—you saw it change him. his whole expression. like some invisible switch flipped inside him and now, he was looking at you like he was starving.

“i’ve never… been on top before,” you’d said, curled into the crook of his side after a lazy kiss turned into a little too much touching.

and now?

now he was leaning back against the pillows with his arms stretched behind his head like some fucking sculpture, thighs spread, cock hard and that same dangerous glint in his eye.

“you want me to show you?” he asked, voice low, teasing. “or do you want me to believe you first?”

you blinked. “why wouldn’t you believe me?”

“because you walk around acting all innocent,” he murmured, “but the second i touch you, you melt like you’ve done this a thousand times.”

your thighs clenched where you sat straddling his lap, still bare from the waist down. you hadn’t even gotten to the actual part yet. you’d just… sat down. that was it. and already, you were pulsing around nothing.

“i’m not lying..” you said softly. “i just… didn’t want to do this with just anyone..i trust you.”

mingyu’s jaw clenched. “fuck”

his hands came up to your hips—big, warm hands that knew exactly how to touch you without ever making you feel unsafe. That was the problem. he wasn’t just hot. he made you feel safe while looking at you like he’d ruin you.

“you sure you wanna learn this with me?” he asked, letting his thumb trace your skin. “cause i won’t be able to hold back much. not tonight.”

you nodded. that was all he needed.

he reached down and guided himself to your entrance, eyes fixed on yours the entire time.

“take your time,” he whispered. “there’s no rush, not with me..”

you sank down slowly, gasping at the stretch. he didn’t move, didn’t thrust up, just let you feel him inch by inch until you were filled to the brim, thighs trembling on either side of his.

“you okay?” he asked, voice tight.

you nod again, dazed. “shit-“ you breathe “you’re so big..”

mingyu let out a low breath through his nose his eyes flickering to your pussy as it engulfed him. “look at you—taking me all the way on your first try?”

you bit your lip. “i-isn’t that… good?”

he smirked, dark and dangerous. “It’s hot as fuck. but now i really don’t believe you.”

“mingyu—” you gasp as he bucked up into you and you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

“don’t worry,” he said, voice smoother now, dangerous and soft. “i’ll let you do all the work if you show me you’ve never rode a cock before.”

you tried moving, the friction instantly electric, and he groaned like he was barely holding it together. you lifted yourself up and sank back down, slower this time, feeling every inch of him rub against the softest, deepest parts of you.

“that’s it,” he murmured. “do it again.”

you obeyed, beginning to move with more rhythm, hands braced against his chest, breath catching every time he kissed the inside of your wrist, your collarbone, your jaw.

“..don’t know what m’ doing.” you flush in embarrassment cheeks red.

“you’re doing plenty,” he grunted, hands guiding your pace now. “just keep going. I’ll tell you if i want something different.”

and he did.

“faster.” “slower.” “grind like this.” “bounce a little more.”his voice was deep and full of praise, threaded with hunger but never impatient. It made it easier to fall into the rhythm of it, to let your hands rest against his shoulders as you moved—body trembling, heat pooling low in your stomach, hair sticking to your face from the sheer effort of it.

mingyu watched every second like he was hypnotized. “fuck, baby—“ he groans. “you’re killing me..”

before you could say anything a gasp leaves your lips when he bucked up into you again slightly.

“you said- you’d let me do it-“ you whine.

“i am,” he said, gritting his teeth. “but fuck, you’re makin’ it really hard not to flip you over and ruin you.”

you bounced harder, rolled your hips deeper, angled just the way he showed you, until—

“r-right there,” he said suddenly, voice tight fingers gripping your hips surely leaving marks later. “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

the words hit you like lightning. your thighs clenched. breath caught. he said it like he meant it, like he’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in his life.

you moan shamelessly.

he caught your face with his free hand and kissed you hard, messy and deep, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. his hips meeting yours now, his rhythm matching yours.

“you’re close,” he pants lips just centimeters from yours. “i can feel you squeezing me baby fuck—.”

you nod desperately. “so close. —didn’t think it would feel this good.”

“riding me like it’s second nature, and you’re telling me it’s your first time?” he said, voice laced with disbelief and praise. “fuck— you’re full of shit.”

you laugh breathlessly. “i swear—mingyu—fuck, i’m gonna—”

“come for me,” he whispered. “right here. look at me while you do it. i’ve got ya..”

you lock eyes with him, and when your orgasm hit, it slammed into you like a freight train. entire body shook with it, waves rolling through you as you clung to him, whimpering his name like a prayer. mingyu held you steady, cursing low in your ear as your walls pulsed around him.

“that’s it,” he groaned his hips still moving as yours halted, his head thrown back. “just like that, baby, fuck—fuck—”

he came moments later, jerking up into you with a groan so deep it vibrated through his chest. you collapsed against him, trembling, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

his arms wrapped tight around you. silence settled. just the sound of your breathing, his heart pounding beneath your ear.

mingyu was the first to speak, still a little breathless. “not gonna lie” he swallows, “you made that look really convincing..”

you lift your head slowly, still dazed. “because it was.”

he blinks, brushing a hand through your hair. “you serious?”

“i told you,” you whispered. “just wanted to do it with someone who’d be patient. someone who made me feel safe.”

mingyu’s expression softened immediately. he cupped your cheek. “i’m really fucking honored, then.”

you smile, sore and satisfied. “i’m glad it was you.”

he kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

“next time, we’re doing that in front of a mirror.” he murmured lips against your wrist.

“mingyu—“ you groaned and buried your face in his chest again. earning a breathless laugh from him.

chileeee all imma say is GOD DAMN about this one cuz i’ve left it untouched since a year ago 😭😭😭

#fanfic #smut #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #kpop #bts #bye #this was in my drafts

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hi maybe this is a little silly but i would like to go to bars and meet people but i don’t have a lot of money and i don’t really like alcohol. my parents also don’t drink and so i don’t know how to act in such an environment (my autism loves scripts). my question is how do bars work essentially?

Every bar is a little bit different, that can be part of what makes them so challenging. I recommend following the r/bartenders subreddit for research -- there have been threads on there from Autistic people who want to know how to script a bar interaction, so dig around! I still use that subreddit to learn more about which drinks I can order in which places and what kinds of behaviors get on bartenders nerves. It is a fast-paced, stressful line of work with thin margins of success and it helps for you as a customer to understand that so that you don't take any impatience or shortness from your bartender personally.

I would recommend you start by visiting a bar on your own in the late afternoon on a weekday, as it's unlikely to be crowded and so everyone will be a lot more patient and chatty with you than they would be during a rush. A bar in a quiet neighborhood is probably better than one in a high-traffic area -- something not too fancy, but also not a hole in the wall that hasn't changed a single feature in 80 years (as those tend to operate by their own highly specific logic and have a ton of highly particular regulars and an owner who might be an eccentric crank). In the US, we have a lot of fakey-looking irish brewpubs with simple food and uncomplicated drinks, and those are often a really unpretentious place to visit for a newbie. The menu is simple and the bartenders aren't mixing fancy cocktails there, so there's generally a pretty relaxed vibe and no expectation that you spend a huge amount of money. You can research the menu online or walk past the place to scope it out before going.

Show up to the bar at your weekday afternoon with something to do, like a book to read, a game to idly play on your phone, or perhaps with the intention of watching sports or whatever on the bar's TVs. That will help you feel less anxious. Many bars also have trivia or karaoke on weekdays, which you *may* find enjoyable to participate in or watch or you might find it too loud and disruptive. Up to you what you want to try first.

Sit yourself at the bar and face toward the bartender with a slightly expectant but patient expression. Looking up and forward toward the bar and bartender is how you signal that you want a drink. Usually if it's not busy they will approach you first, so this part should be pretty easy. You can order something simple and non-alcoholic for yourself like a Sprite, a Coke, an iced tea, or maybe a non-alcoholic beer or seltzer. (If you were at a fancier cocktail bar, you could ask for a mocktail of some kind, which can be fun! but I would wait to do that and stick to a really simple drink at a simple bar to start).

Unlike with ordering a restaurant meal, a bartender will *typically* expect payment at the time that you receive your first drink. There are some exceptions to this, especially if a bar is not busy at all, but generally you can expect the bartender to tell you the price of the drink when they deliver it to you. You can then pay either in cash, or by giving the bartender a card -- if you give the bartender a card, they will ask you if you wish to keep your tab "open or closed." An open tab means they will not charge you yet, but rather keep your card on file and add up your total as you continue to order drinks, and only charge you when you ask to "cash out". If you "close" your tab, then the bartender will run the card, give it back to you, and likely ask you to sign a receipt. Then if you want another drink you'll have to do the whole thing again. Keeping a tab open is preferable if you wish to stay for multiple hours, in which case you should have multiple drinks.

Regardless of how you pay your tab, you should tip when you receive your drink if at all possible. (again I am operating from US rules). The rule of thumb is 1-2 dollars in tip per drink. If you are ordering something cheap like an iced tea, I recommend tipping generously. Bartenders will be happy with you if you tip well. Try to remember to bring cash for this, because then they don't have to wonder about what you put down on a signed receipt. I recommend ordering at least one drink per hour, or ordering a new beverage every time your last one is drained, whatever comes first. This "pays" for your seat and keeps the bartender happy and not worried that he's going to be yelled at by his boss for not making enough sales.

Generally speaking bartenders LOVE sober customers. You might not be buying a ton in drinks but you are likely gonna be respectful, not get in their way, not be demanding, and not make a mess of yourself. Just make sure you are not taking up a ton of space that paying customers getting higher-ticket items might want -- don't take up multiple seats, or claim a whole table for just you if the place is full, and don't sit around not ordering anything if there is a wait to get into the place. Again, you're starting with a weekday evening so unlikely to be an issue.

Enjoy your drink and the atmosphere, as well as your book/whatever is on the tv/perhaps light conversation with the people around you! The bartender will make it clear if they are open to conversation. Some will ask you directly about yourself or your day, or make little comments between you and other customers -- some will keep to themselves. Just return the energy. If they are chatty, be polite and talk back to whatever extent you feel comfortable. If they keep to themselves, read your book/watch the tvs and just chill. Other people sitting at the bar may try to talk to you -- this is pretty normal. Feel free to engage if that is what you want to do. Most people who are drinking alone and chatty at the bar are not gonna be judgemental. They love a weird autistic person who will listen to them. This can either be super fun or annoying depending on your own social battery and curiosity about the human condition. I recommend trying to engage though! You'll learn some things!

once your time is up, you ask the bartender to "can I cash out?", pay your bill, leave a final tip if you haven't settled yet (again at least a dollar per drink! ideally more!) and then head on your way.

After you have had this basic bar experience you can challenge yourself by going out on weekend day or evening, attending a bar during an event (like an open mic or a trivia night or drag show). It will be louder and more stressful but people are also more outgoing and fun to watch. Try to quiet your own social anxiety enough to sit back and observe and interact with people who respectfully try to crack a joke or acknowledge you. It's all very surface level stuff usually, it's great low-stakes socializing practice.

After you get more comfy with visiting these types of casual bars on busy nights, you can probably handle visiting a fancy cocktail bar or a raucous dive. A cocktail bar will have a far more elaborate menu and will make more complicated drinks -- you can order something off the menu or, if it's not too busy, ask the bartender to make you something non-alcoholic (tell them you want something with juice, or that you like sweet things, or soda & bitters, or just ask for a Shirley Temple). Dive bars have a VERY limited menu and sling drinks fast so you'll be back to your usual coke or club soda there. People will be a lot more chatty and drunk at the dive bar, and it can be a little intimidating if you are quiet and shy...but the people at those spaces are great at breaking the ice. some will be weirdos. this is not a bad thing necessarily.

okay i wrote a whole lot more about this than i intended to but this is a topic i have a lot of interest in. i have had to carefully study how these spaces work over the years and have googled "what kind of drink can i order that wont make a bartender mad at me*" so many times so i might as well pass on the knowledge.

*do not order a complicated drink at a bar that is not fancy. that's the short version of the rule. typically, any drink that has more than two ingredients is "fancy" and not all bars will be able to make it. A whiskey and coke? Anybody can do that. Screwdriver (vodka orange juice?) no problem. A Negroni? you WILL get an eye roll for asking for that at a packed gay club where everybody else is sucking down vodka seltzers. If you ask for a mojito anywhere the bartenders will all hate you. i dont know why i just know it's a thing. certain drinks have certain associations with them that are good to keep in mind, like Long Islands being for young drunk messes. You do not drink alcohol so you do not need to worry about most of this. you can expect your average bar of any tier to have orange juice, cranberry juice, maybe pineapple juice, coke, diet coke, sprite, iced tea, seltzer, and ginger ale, so you can always order any one of those.

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mangostarjam · 2 months ago

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KARMAAAA BABEYYYYYY

caleb stretching you out bit by bit; caleb cooing at you even when you wince at the sting; caleb shushing you and kissing away your tears, groaning thick in his throat bc he's not even all the way in yet and he can already see the bulge in ur tummy; caleb hissing that you were made for him of course it'll fit --

i would like to sue for damages and also what the hell this was evil i love you

king sized — caleb x f!reader, 1.6k words, shameless smut, creampie, size kink, reader is called pipsqueak and girl, pseudocest, caleb is called nii-chan a few times, reader is not mc, unedited and written on my phone in a fit of i don't even know lmao

it was an accident, the way your gaze slipped to his shorts — but it's really his fault, because of course it is — what kind of grown man wears shorts that short to the gym?

you're not one to victim blame, but you're the real victim here, anyway. after all, caleb noticed.

(of course he did. caleb notices everything about you.)

"caleb, let me try," you huff, reaching for him. he raises an eyebrow. "will you relax — it isn't even that big. i can handle it."

caleb nearly drops the entire toolbox. there's a hum as his evol activates, saving you both from cleaning up a huge mess, and he clears his throat casually as he settles beside you like nothing happened. "right, right, you're a tough girl now, huh?"

"the toughest," you nod, holding out your hand. "screwdriver?"

caleb twirls the screwdriver in his hand, holding it just out of reach. "i kinda miss when my lil pipsqueak would let me build all her furniture."

"well, we're all grown up now," you say, snatching at his arm. he holds the screwdriver further away, chuckling as you try to drag his hand closer to you. you're practically climbing on top of him, nearly in his lap, but he fends you off with ease. "things have changed, nii-chan!"

"i guess so," caleb muses. you huff. stupid perfectly sculpted muscles. "i'm still bigger than you, though, so let me take care of you."

"i don't care how big you are," you grumble, "i could take you."

both of you freeze. the words drop into the air like stones, and you try with all your might not to glance — down. at his crotch. that you're hovering over.

you clear your throat as heat washes over you. caleb's grip on your wrist tightens just slightly, just enough for you to meet his gaze, which has gone storm dark.

"do you think so?"

it comes out low, like he didn't mean to say it out loud. you blink, and then — you look down.

it was an accident at the gym, but now you're looking on purpose, and… well. caleb is… big.

"y'know, if you keep looking at me like that, i don't think i'm gonna be able to hold back," caleb says conversationally. "so why don't you let me build your bookcase and i'll buy new gym shorts?"

you drag your eyes up slowly, taking in every inch of his perfect form. thick, strong thighs, a trim waist, shoulders so broad you reach for them subconsciously. caleb will always protect you — even when you dig your nails into his shoulders and tilt your head to pout at him.

"i want to try," you say, tugging at his dog tag necklace. "i bet i can take you."

caleb's breath comes out rough, like it's been punched out of him. he watches you for a moment, and you take the opportunity to reach down to his lap. locked into a staring contest with those eyes you've known your entire life, you trail a finger along the thick bulge in his pants and swallow hard.

"fuck."

you're tossed onto the couch before you can even gasp, and caleb's there — kissing you.

softly, carefully, like he's still trying to protect you as his fingers scrabble at the button of your pants. you kiss him back, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly just to hear him groan into your lips as he finally gets your pants loose and yanks them haphazardly down your hips along with your panties.

"caleb, your — shirt," you gasp, spine arching into his as he drags a large hand up your shirt. you feel like you're on fire. he shoves his thighs between your legs, forcing you to spread for him now that your bottom is bare.

"fuck," he mutters again, tearing himself away from your lips to press hot, open mouthed kisses to the bared line of your throat. you squirm at the attention, gasping again as he shoves your bra up to brush his thumb against one peaked nipple.

"shirt," you repeat, tugging desperately at his clothes. caleb relents, leaning up and quickly pulling off his shirt. as soon as he's bare, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, smoothing down the muscles of his back.

caleb returns to your neck, licking and sucking at the fluttering pulse point as you screw your eyes shut. he's overwhelming — he's everywhere. he grips your hip in one hand, pinning you in place and leaving him free to dip his other hand lower, sliding between your thighs and — oh.

"you're so wet," he breathes, lifting his head to stare at you in awe. "for me?"

your cheeks flush. "shut up."

caleb dips one finger in shallowly, a tease. you huff. "even if you're this wet, it's going to be a tight fit."

he says it steadily, like he's talking about the weather. his fingers slip through your folds, gentle and maddening. "i don't want to hurt you, y'know, pipsqueak? but i'll probably reach —" your eyes widen as he brings his fingers coated in your juices up along your stomach. slick cools on your skin as he pauses near your belly button. "around here, i think?"

"caleb," you breathe, thighs aching. you clench around nothing as your core throbs. "please, please —"

caleb's brows furrow and he kisses you again, sweet and deep, his tongue licking at your teeth as he groans. one finger slides in deep, to the knuckle, before he adds another seconds later. you gasp into the kiss as he immediately starts stretching you out, his fingers prodding at your insides in search of something.

your back bows off the couch when he finds it, legs clamping around his hips as you soak his fingers. caleb mutters a curse and presses his face into the cushion behind you, his breaths hot in your ear as he adds another finger.

"caleb —"

"so sweet," he murmurs. the air is filled with your gasps and the wet squelch of his fingers moving in and out of your tight cunt. "so perfect, so good for me, aren't you? just so good, my little distraction. who's gonna build your bookcase now, hm? fuck — just — cum for me first, okay?"

his hand on your hip is trembling. you're overwhelmed, overcome — he's everywhere, he's all you can smell and see and feel — and when he begins rubbing tight little circles around your clit, he's the only thing on your mind as your vision whites out.

you sob as the wave crests, crashing through you, your ankles locking behind his waist as pleasure sparkles up your nerve endings. for a moment, all you can hear is the sound of your own harsh breathing, and then sensation returns abruptly as caleb presses the tip of his cock to your entrance.

"o-oh—"

"you can take it, right?" caleb huffs, jaw tense as he fucks himself slowly into your tight heat. "aw, don't — don't cry, pipsqueak, here —"

you barely even register the tears leaking out as he pushes another inch in. caleb swipes your tears away carefully, but his gaze is burning. "you're t-too big," you gasp.

caleb chuckles and sinks in another inch. "you say that, but your pretty pussy keeps sucking me in," he murmurs. you can't help but whine as he draws back only to bully his way further in. white hot pleasure dances up your body, wipes out your fears. caleb always takes care of you.

he isn't even halfway in when you cum again. "ah, ah," he groans, fucking into you a little deeper. you're clenching around him, pulsing and dripping all down his cock. it's a miracle he hasn't busted himself yet, but caleb is well known for his iron control.

"caleb," you whine, and you're so pretty like this, breathless and fucked out, eyes teary. caleb presses in deeper, feels your walls cling to him as he stretches you out. "i'm gonna — ah."

he bottoms out as you cum again, his hips finally meeting yours as you gasp through your orgasm. "knew it," caleb murmurs, pressing down on your belly.

your eyes widen as you take in the position of his hand. "oh my god."

"knew i'd fit, knew you could take me, you silly girl," caleb hisses, grabbing your legs and hoisting them up over his shoulders. your eyes widen further at the change in angle, your hands scrabbling for something to hold onto as he pulls back until only the tip of his cock remains.

"wait, wait —"

caleb laces his fingers with yours and pins them by your head. you're bent in half, unable to move away, forced to take it as he groans and finally begins fucking you properly.

"you're perfect," he grunts, dog tags swinging wildly above your face as he fucks you. "so — perfect, so good for me, shit."

"caleb, nii-chan, please I'm gonna — again — "

caleb's eyes widen above you and then he groans, hips stuttering, cock kicking as thick ropes of cum shoot off inside you. he manages a few short thrusts, riding out his high, hissing between his teeth as you squeeze his cock with your own orgasm.

"you're dangerous," he breathes, turning his head slightly to kiss your ankle dangling off his shoulder. the gesture makes your heart flutter.

"told you i could take you," you pant breathlessly.

"i didn't doubt you for a minute," caleb promises. he nudges your legs carefully off his shoulders and hisses under his breath when you lock your ankles behind his waist. "are you trapping me?"

"yeah," you say, "this is revenge for wearing those shorts to the gym."

caleb rolls his eyes playfully. "hope you're ready for another round, then."

no way. "you're still hard?" you squeak.

"i finally get to be with the girl of my dreams," caleb says, amusement lacing his tone. "i can carry you to the bed, if you want, but we won't be leaving it for a while."

your eyes widen. "i'll die."

"nah," caleb grins. "you can take it."

#and then he fucks you boneless and once you knock out he goes to make you food #that's why you're the victim LMAO subjected to his monster stamina #fujimail #with: yuu!#fuji writes!#I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY #i don't know what came over me but i'm not rereading that #lads caleb #tw pseudocest #caleb x reader

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in between (pt. 1)

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

requested by this anon <3

part two

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summary: paige and azzi spending their quarantine together, and maybe realising their true, hidden feelings along the way.

a/n: hey everyone! as usual, it’s late at night i know but i just couldn’t get this out my head! i plan on making this fic pretty long so i decided to make this a two part fic! i hope you guys like this and as usual, let me know what you think <3

—

it feels like a fever dream, really.

the way azzi’s eyes widened at the news of paige visiting all the way from minnesota, the way azzi ran to her outstretched arms with no hesitation, the floral scent of her shampoo lingering in her sweater even when they pull away, the way azzi’s parents’ eyes shone with a knowing glint.

the sheer fact that paige was really here, standing beside her after long months of distance.

it was 2020. the world was just shuttering into stillness, the streets suddenly quieter, the air heavier with uncertainty – covid had flipped everything upside down, and when the commencement of lockdowns were first announced, paige didn’t hesitate — she knew exactly where she wanted to be.

she remembers pleading with her parents, voice earnest and slightly desperate over dinner. she argued that she hadn’t seen azzi in so long, that being apart felt wrong in a way she couldn’t explain. paige remembers whining and her solemn promises to to use her own allowance and paycheck for the tickets as well as to always wear a mask and sanitize everything in sight. it took a while and definitely lots of begging, but amy had finally caved after several facetime calls with tim and katie, who promised to keep her safe and fed. paige still remembers the way azzi had let out the loudest cheer when she heard the news, so loud that even her parents laughed through the phone.

it was familiar.

now, standing in the doorway of azzi’s house with a duffel slung over her shoulder, paige felt that warm, grounding comfort settle into her chest.

azzi walked beside her, fingers threaded with hers like it was second nature. she carried one of paige’s bags with her free hand while her parents followed behind them, chatting quietly.

“okay honey,” katie smiled, stopping at the base of the stairs, “i’ll let you two settle in while i finish dinner. call us if you need anything, or if azzi refuses to let go like the clingy little koala she is.”

azzi pouted, clinging tighter to paige as katie ruffled her curls. paige just laughed and nodded in response, heart warm and chest tight in the best kind of way.

azzi’s grip on paige doesn’t waver as they wobble to azzi’s small but cozy space, paige trying to suppress the soft, fluttery feeling she always seems to get when azzi was close to her.

“azzi,” she laughed, nudging her lightly, “you gotta let me go so we can unpack y’know?” paige laughs softly, her heart warming at the soft sound azzi makes as she separates from her, as if it’s physically hurting her to put even an inch of distance between them.

she mourns the loss of warmth of soft skin immediately, but decides to laugh instead at the younger who was giving her a tour of her bedroom as if she hasn’t been here several times before.

“i cleared this drawer for you,” she said casually, zipping open one of paige’s bags, “so you don’t have to go digging through your old suitcase the whole time.”

“hey!” paige feigns offence, snatching the bag from azzi’s hands to do it herself, “first of all, rude. second…thanks az, you really didn’t need to. i’m already crashing here for a while, i wouldn’t wanna bother you more.” she finishes, her sincerity making azzi’s eyes soften.

azzi froze for a moment, lips parting like she was debating something. her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve.

“you’re never a bother, paige.”

the words were soft. honest. and when she looked up again, her eyes were steady yet vulnerable in a way paige didn’t see often.

“besides…” azzi bit her bottom lip, like she was still considering if she should say it at all.

fuck it.

“i’ve really missed you. i always do, and i really need you here — with me.”

the quiet sincerity in her voice left paige momentarily stunned.

they’ve always been close – endless of facetimes till the dead of night, friendship full of inside jokes and subtle jabs that held an affectionate undertone. but even then, their friendship always lived in that in-between space, filled with banter and shoulder bumps, with rare, almost accidental tenderness. they didn’t really say things like this. they didn’t need to.

but recently, they’ve just been… more. more affectionate in their words, more affectionate through actions, and feeling that soft, fluttering feeling pools in their stomach… more.

and paige didn’t know what to do with the soft fluttering in her chest, or the way azzi’s words echoed in her head louder than they should. they always just chalked it up to the distance and the closeness of their friendship, but it’s easy to pretend that the blush in their cheeks when they get too honest is because of the lighting in their facetimes.

but standing here, in azzi’s bedroom, with azzi looking at her like that? yeah. paige didn’t think jokes were gonna cut it this time.

and the worst part?

she didn’t want to.

–

they settled into azzi’s room slowly, almost like slipping into a favourite, worn out hoodie – comfortable, familiar, something that felt like home. paige’s shared playlist with azzi sounded softly through her speakers, just loud enough to make the girls hum along yet still soft to let a comfortable silence breathe between them. the late afternoon sky was darker now, streaks of pink and gold painting the sky just above azzi’s dresser where paige was folding her clothes in.

azzi was laying on her stomach, her eyes crinkled in silent laughter as paige folded her clothes messily. “you fold your shirts so weird.” azzi teased, head tilted.

paige gasped, feigning offense as she clutched her chest dramatically, “i do not!”

azzi let out a snort, burying her face in her covers to muffle her laughter. when she looks up though, the atmosphere shifts noticeably as she meets paige’s eyes – so soft, tender, with an unnamed yet loving feeling swimming in her deep blue eyes.

the moment lingered, quiet, yet so full at the same time.

“hey,” azzi broke the silence suddenly, her voice softer now, “do you remember the first time we talked? like really talked, in facetime and everything?’

paige raised an eyebrow, amusement filling her features, “you mean the time you accidentally you called me cause you were trying to add me on snap?”

“okay first of all,” azzi groaned, hiding her face in embarrassment, “that was a very understandable mistake. second, you’re welcome, cause if i didn’t you wouldn't be here in my room hogging up my space.”

“uh-huh.” paige grinned, setting down the last of her clothes in the dresser, turning fully to face azzi, “i remember you getting so flustered you hung up after like, two seconds. didn’t even say hi or bye or nothing.”

“yeah because you looked too pretty and i panicked.” the words left azzi’s lips before she could catch them.

it was quiet for a beat, the soft hum of the fan and whatever song was still playing filling the air.

paige blinked as her heart stuttered. “what?”

azzi’s eyes widened, realization hitting her like a wave. she sat up slowly, avoiding paige’s gaze but not looking away entirely. her cheeks flushed the softest shade of pink that god – paige thinks it’s just unfair how pretty she looks. “i just mean… well yeah, you did. you looked really pretty, and i wasn’t expecting to actually see you face-to-face yet, so i kinda just freaked out.”

paige’s heart was hammering now, not from surprise, but from the way azzi looked at her with brown eyes so earnest – like she wanted paige to know the truth for once instead of hiding it in a joke. paige wanted to say something, knowing the silence on her end was stretching too long for it to be comfortable. so she blurted out the raw truth in her head, “i thought you were pretty too. still do.”

azzi looked up then, brown eyes meeting blue.

for a moment, everything else faded – the soft music, the buzz of the fan, the faint sounds of katie calling for dinner downstairs, it was still. it was just them, breathing in the same air, looking at each other like they had more to say but didn’t know how to say it yet.

paige let out a shaky laugh, chest tight, needing to defuse the tension before her heart gave out. “god, we sound like we’re in a movie right now.”

azzi grinned, that shy dimple that paige adored with everything in her making an appearance. “a really slow one.”

“the slowest,” paige agreed, nudging azzi’s leg with her foot, earning a soft smile from the other.

azzi paused, hesitation clear in her body language, but with rare boldness within her seizing her, she reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind paige’s ear, fingers lingering a moment too long on her cheek.

“but maybe worth it,” she said softly.

paige swallowed hard, the space between them suddenly feeling a little too charged, too electric.

“maybe,” she whispered back.

from downstairs, katie’s voice rang out again, jolting them from the moment.

“girls! dinner’s ready!”

azzi stood first, offering her hand to paige. she took it without hesitation, her fingers curling into azzi’s like they belonged there.

and maybe they did.

maybe they always had.

–

the dining room glowed with a warm light, scattered conversations around the table while paige and azzi settled to their seats which are, of course, right beside each other. the spread on the table was mouthwatering, paige’s stomach grumbling at the heavenly sight of baked salmon with roasted vegetables on the side, fresh garden salad in the middle, and a plate of steaming dinner rolls fresh from the oven. it smelled like home, like comfort, like everything paige had yearned for all this time, even if she didn’t know what it was yet.

tim sat at the head of the table, already two bites into his dinner with a satisfied groan, while katie flitted between making sure everyone had enough water and playfully scolding her husband for not waiting.

paige laughed softly, watching the scene unfold with a fond smile. she’d always loved being in the fudd’s home, similar yet so different from hers. louder in some ways, and softer in others, yet the unmistakable familial feeling settled in her chest, fondness overwhelming her as she watched the banter between azzi’s siblings and the teasing looks between tim and katie.

and sitting here now, thigh brushing azzi’s under the table, she felt it even more.

as they start eating, katie starts handing out food, “paige, want some veggies?”

before paige could even open her mouth to protest politely, azzi beats her to it. “yes, she definitely does.”

paige raised an eyebrow quizzically, nudging her best friend softly with her elbow, “damn, speaking for me now huh?” she teases, making the other stick her tongue out before plopping a few greens and baby corns on her plate.

“i just know you, that’s all. you need to be forced or else you won’t have anything healthy in you.” azzi teased, a little smirk tugging at her lips.

tim raised an eyebrow at the girls’ interaction, eyes twinkling with mischief, “you two have been awfully close lately.”

katie joins him with a soft hum, a small smirk forming in her lips as a light blush makes its way to the girls’ cheeks.

“we’ve always been close,” azzi replies, trying her best to seem cool and collected, choosing to ignore the heat in her face and instead reaches for a roll, passing one to paige without even looking.

Paige, on the other hand, seemed to have given up on trying, mumbling a silent thanks before stuffing it in her mouth trying to diffuse the stubborn blush that won’t go away.

tim just hummed in agreement, skeptical but clearly not wanting to push, “it has been a while though paige, we missed you around here! one of us more than the others.”

azzi just groaned at the implication, but paige smiled warmly at the confession. “well, the feeling’s mutual.” paige whispered, feeling a little bold.

and if azzi’s parents gave each other a knowing smile, paige didn’t notice.

not with azzi letting out a ragged breath while she reaches under the table to link her fingers with hers.

–

“your parents are crazy observant, huh?”

azzi looks behind her shoulder as she settles the dirty dishes in the sink, looking over at paige who was collecting the glass cups. “what do you mean?”

paige licks her lips, trying to decide how to phrase the mess of thoughts she had in her head, “i mean, they were just totally watching us the entire time.” azzi just shrugged.

“maybe they like seeing me dote on you,” she said with a teasing tilt on her head.

paige hums, “very true, you have been extra doting tonight. you want something don’t you” she narrowed her eyes suspiciously, making azzi laugh loudly at paige’s accusation.

“i have no idea what you mean, p.” azzi grinned, stepping closer to the blonde, “i’m just tryna be a good friend.”

“mhm.” paige hums, a bold idea popping in her head. feeling braver, she slips her hands around azzi’s waist, whispering in her ear, “you sure you’re not trying to make me fall for you?”

azzi’s breath catches in her throat, her heart beating so damn loud she’s almost sure paige can hear it. her hands slide to the other’s chest in such an instinctive way azzi didn’t know what to think of it. she learned in slightly, “maybe, and what if i am?”

it was paige who froze now, every ounce of boldness in her body dissipating at the reciprocation of azzi’s actions.

were they…flirting?

before paige could process the younger’s words, she stepped away suddenly, a satisfied smirk replacing the shy one that was there literally just a few seconds ago, knocking paige’s breath away.

“better get these dishes done.” she said, walking to the sink like she didn’t just completely flip paige’s world upside down.

paige stood frozen for a second, stunned.

what is happening right now? what is this feeling right now?

then came the oh moment.

“oh fuck, i’m so screwed.”

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fic #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #pazzi fics #pazzi one shot #they’re just BABIES

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