#making my look at a white man's full ass with my own two eyes

[topnotchquark]

😳

I see you just experienced horrors you weren't meant to comprehend.

[madamechrissy]

The Last Mad King

Pairings- Satoru Targaryen x F! reader

Warnings - just sexual tension and talk in this, him being BATSHIT crazy, randomly killing mfs with fire - he's psychotic, breed kink like a mf, terrified ass reader, and a pretty dragon! <3

Okay this was an idea @sweetlandspos and me were dying over!!! Gojo as a Targaryen ahhh!

Part Two>>>

They call him the mad king.

Satoru - the last descendent of the Targaryens', the last of the dragon riders. He's sitting there on his elaborate golden throne, a fucking insane look in his bright blue eyes, those silvery white locks brushed back just so under his golden crown, wrapping his head. It glimmers under the fires lit above in the cast iron chandelier as you walk in slowly.

You have a guard on either arm in their silver armor, as if to make sure you don't try to escape - Satoru's brides were notorious for running off, or just eliminating themselves from the candidacy. Several were now in the dungeon for their discrepancies, but here you are, a perfect candidate from a perfect bloodline.

You weren't as brave as them.

If a dungeon is preferable to the mad King's company, just who is this fucking man? You've heard tales across the nation, of him killing his own people when they merely piss him off, of his powers that seem to be tall tales, but nothing prepared you for walking in and seeing him sitting next to a white dragon.

The dragon has the same beautiful blue eyes, she's towering over you, but not so big that she cannot fit in the throne room, roaring as you shrink back in fear. Satoru's eyes drift up and down your body in the thin gauze gown they've thrown you in, hiding nothing, he smirks as you tremble.

"Ah, my new bride, c'mere sweetheart, lemme see if you pass the inspection," he's grinning with white teeth flashing, you eye his dragon, its scales shimmering as he laughs then. "Are you scared of her? She's the last thing you should fear. Come."

Fuck.

You take a shaky breath, slippers dancing across the cold, unforgiving stone floor underneath, making you tremble more as you walk across the expanse, the guards letting your arms go. Satoru pauses as he sees your tits sway under that gown, as he sees your hips move side to side, begging for his hands.

You're perfect, terrified, big eyes wide in fear as you assess him, until you stand before him, and he leans forward in his massive throne. He stands then, towering over you, as his dragon tilts it's head, it's mouth opening in a gentle roar, he's chuckling like a psycho, a mad laughter that fits his tales, as he tilts your head.

"Attention on me, girl, only me." He tilts your chin up for an inspection, walking around you slowly in his majestic blue robes, his heeled boots clicking along the floor and echoing. "Fuck... you are by far the most superb offering I've had, just look at you."

As he speaks his lewd praise, he lifts your hair off your shoulders, brushing his fingers down the sides of your breasts, smirking as your nipples perk up, your breasts heaving with your terrified breaths. He cooes at you then, slipping his thumbs across them.

"Perfect," he slips his hands to your hips now, exhaling. "Breedable hips, too, hmm," he shocks you then, pressing you forward, until your head is against his throne, he assesses you from the back, his hands now gripping your ass.

"Your Majesty, please..." You're begging, and he's laughing then.

"I'll fuck you soon enough, no need to beg beautiful, just needed to see it from the back... mmm..." he stands you up after his careful assessment, standing you up, wrapping his big arms around you and tugging you close.

"Please, I..."

"Shh, shh, soon enough, I'll have you full of babies pretty girl," his voice is a terrifying caress, the dragon's blue eyes light up as Satoru looks at her. "What do you think, Sapphire, do you like her too!? I think I like this one!"

He's asking a fucking dragon if she likes you!? In a boyish tone mind you, not one of a king, like he's just a young silly little guy and not a psycho!

The dragon - Sapphire you guess - leans forward, Satoru takes your hand and she bumps it with her nose, cool scales feeling surprisingly smooth, and your heart hammers in your chest. Satoru moans a bit, pressing closer, cock thick and hard even under his layers of clothing, you shut your eyes in fear.

"She likes you, oh you're perfect," he's laughing again, turning you and cupping your face. "Are you crying? No, that just won't do," he laps the tears off with the tip of his tongue sighing. "You do look pretty crying though."

You say nothing, when the negotiations are set, and Satoru will finally have his bride. He's got you sitting on his lap, pressed against one of his hard thighs over the velvet of his pants, his hand resting on your thigh over the thin gossamer. You can hardly speak or think, as you watch him burn two people alive as they apparently have wronged him.

You sit through the entire meeting, almost naked in front of all these people, when Satoru tugs you further up his thigh, his lips against your ear. "I can't wait to put ten Targaryens inside your womb, fuck I can't wait to have you cockwarm me right here," he's pressing your tummy, you whine out. "You'd like that, hmm, pretty cunt wrapping my cock?"

You can't answer, a mix of feeling soaking wet and wanting to run yanking you in every direction, when he lands a sharp smack on your thigh. "Y-yes your majesty!"

"Perfect, soon sweetheart, very soon," his grin is as beautiful as it is terrifying. "We'll have all of our babies riding dragons again, we'll take everything back, hmm?"

You just nod and earn a kiss on your lips - your first, from an insane psychopath of a king, who just wants to breed you right here - and he lets you know. If you were his wife, he'd have no problem fucking loads of his seed in your womb right here, and you're left with an insane king and a fucking dragon surrounding you.

How did you end up here, and would you end up alive?

aha this was fun why does gojo fit so well??? I'm legit thinking of making it a drabble series or something - talk me out of itttt

[cherrysinner]

─ LET ME PLEASE YOU ♡

...or rafe wanting to spoil you.

♡ pairing.ᐟ softie!reader x bf!rafe

♡ summary.ᐟ your boyfriend loves spoiling you. in many ways.

♡ warnings / tags.ᐟ smut, MDNI! fluff, fingering wc: 2k

♡ author's note.ᐟ part of my 3k celebration! this is kind of a part of my ceo!rafe x wife!reader au!! but this is them when they were dating <3 if you wanna check it out, here’s a link to my fic about them but you dont have to read it!

3K MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST

to say that rafe spoiled you would probably be an understatement. you'd never been too much into shopping; or to clarify, you'd never been able to afford shopping trips that weren't to the local thrift store that mostly carried clothing that hadn't been in style since the fifties. but you always managed to make do; your grandmother having taught you how to sew almost the moment you were able to string proper sentences coming in handy when you had an idea for something you wanted to change about an article of clothing.

so, it wasn't very common for you to have a lot of things. nice things in particular. but when you and rafe started dating, not only did he start to buy you things, but he also started to take you out on shopping sprees, ones that basically went like this: you'd see something cute, you'd feel the smooth fabric under your fingertips, and then take the label, your eyes widening in a way that made you feel like they were bulging out of your head when you saw the number on it; more often than not being a four- or five-figure number. you'd then try to beeline away from it, only for your boyfriend to snatch it and adding it onto the pile of clothes he'd encourage you to try, almost always ending up in one of the shopping bags he'd carry for you.

you watched your figure in the full-length mirror rafe put up in his bedroom when the two of you got together, the white sundress clinging to your curves like it was made for you. you twirled around, the hem swishing against your thighs, rafe letting out a deep chuckle, the man lazily sprawled on the armchair, his legs spread wide and a blunt between his fingers, smoke coming from the end of it as your boyfriend tapped it against it the crystal ashtray on his nightstand.

"you like the dress?" you asked with a sweet smile, looking at him through the mirror. rafe's eyes slowly trailed up and down your body, momentarily staying on the curve off your ass, before continuing to look you in the eyes.

"i like it a lot." he said deeply, tapping his spread legs with the palm of his hand, and you could feel a slight warmth crawling up your neck as you turned to him, tentatively walking towards him until you were at his armchair, looking down at him, reaching towards him with your hand, only for rafe to tug you down to straddle him, a small squeal leaving your lips before it turned into a soft giggle.

taking a deep inhale of the joint, his hand on your chin as he tilted it downwards, tilting his own head backwards and blowing the smoke at you. rafe's fingers ran up your bare thigh, a slight shiver running down your spine, "you have the prettiest thighs in the world, y'know?" his steely gaze lingering on the soft skin on your thighs, "so soft and smooth..." the man mumbled. his voice, his praises, his touch.. it all was making you melt into his arms, your heart fluttering with every word that left his lips. and the bastard knew it, knew the effect his actions and words had on you.

rafe took another inhale of his blunt before tilting your head back, blowing the smoke into your parted lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you inhaled the smoke and felt rafe's hands creeping up your thighs under the hem of your dress. "so sensitive..." he whispered against your lips.

"my sensitive baby." rafe hummed, his nose moving to nuzzle against your jawline while his hands continued to lightly trail up and down your thigh, chuckling deeply when your breathing hitched the moment his fingers got even close to your inner thigh. he always knew how to make you melt. "look at you." he chuckled under his breath, tilting your head back as his lips trailed down your neck, "you're unraveling already." rafe teased, pressing a small kiss on your pulse point, before sucking on it harshly.

"rafe...!"

"yeah, baby?" he whispered, and you could feel his warm breath against your skin as his fingers got closer to where you needed him painfully slowly, your hands gripping his shirt. "c'mon, use your words."

rafe's touch was so distracting, it was as if every thought inside of your head vanished the moment you felt his fingers on you, the man underneath you enjoying the more and more you get wound up. "i want..."

he interrupts you with a mocking chuckle, "you want what? say it." rafe tsked, "or is it too hard for you, huh? you can't use your words 'cause you're too distracted?" rafe cooed mockingly as your body trembled on him, pressing yourself into him. "poor little bay... can't even talk 'cause her brain's all mushy from how i'm touching her..."

your boyfriend was reveling in the way you reacted to his touch, the way you pressed yourself into him, the small whimpers that left your lips... "you just want me to take care of you, don'tcha?" rafe chuckled, his hand reaching the edge of your panties, a patch of wetness already forming in them. he let out a low hum as his fingers started tracing the lace of your baby pink panties. "need me to make all the decisions, don'tcha? can't take care of yourself?"

"i don't think you can even think for yourself, can you?" rafe teased, his fingers dipping into your panties, "need me to tell you what to do, what to wear..." he circled his finger around your clit painfully slowly. "tell me, what do you want, baby?"

you could hardly form a sentence, your eyes pressed closed as your brain was all fuzzy and mumbled, trying to focus on answering. "i... i just-" you tried to speak, but the words died in your throat as rafe pressed his growing erection against you. "you just what?" he asked, his tone slightly mocking as he flicked your clit, making you gasp and whine.

"poor baby." rafe cooed mockingly, his touch making you shiver and arch into him, "all worked up and all i had to do was touch you a little bit. pathetic." he teased, his words causing your face to get warmer. "just need me to take care of you..." he mumbled, his finger continuing to circle your clit, your legs trembling around him, "gonna be good for me, yeah?"

"mmhm, yeah..." you ground into him, rafe showing his satisfaction with your answer by making his fingers work your clit a little faster, your body desperately pressing into his touch.

"that's what i thought..." rafe mumbled as his fingers slid down your slit while his thumb stayed at your clit, still tracing patterns on it, a groan leaving his lips, "fuck, you're so damn wet..."

you felt two of his fingers draw patterns at your entrance, gathering your arousal before pushing his ringed fingers into you in a way that made you throw your head back in pleasure. rafe curled his fingers inside of you, pressing them against that spongy spot inside of them, and the thought of his fingers being covered by your arousal, the scent lingering even afterwards, somehow turned you on even more "look atcha... such a good little pet."

a chuckle rumbled in rafe's chest as he pulled his fingers out of you before plunging them back in, this time even harsher. "awww, someone's a horny little kitty." he laughed and whispered; "you're so adorable..."

"so beautiful and obedient." his fingers curled inside of you once again, "you're mine, aren't you? all mine... no one else can touch you. you belong to me." his thumb rolled around your clit even faster, "say it..." rafe mumbled huskily.

"mmhm..." you whined, "all yours..."

rafe's fingers continued to work you, the man showing you that he was pleased with your answer by speeding up, "that's it..." he mumbles, "i know what my girl wants..." he growled. rafe was a possessive man; he loved knowing that he was the one who was making you into such a needy little mess, that you belonged to him, and him only. "you're my girl, aren't you?" he whispered, his fingers rubbing you just at the perfect angle.

"yes!"

"good girl..." rafe murmured, his fingers picking up the pace, "my good girl..." his teeth nipped at your neck, a small squeal leaving your lips. rafe could feel how close you were getting, your body trembling in his lap, "you're gonna come for me, arent'cha?" he teased, his hold on your hip tightening, "gonna be a good little pet and come for me..."

"i'm the only one who gets to see you like this..." he whispers against your skin as his fingers continued to pound you, the sound of your mewls and moans filling the room as the feeling in your abdomen grows. "no one gets to hear you like this... you're gonna come for me?" rafe teased, his fingers working you even faster, "gonna be a good girl and come for me?"

you ground yourself into rafe's fingers as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body shivering on top of rafe's, "that's a good girl..." he murmured, pressing his lips against your collarbone, "gonna be a good girl and come for me?"

"rafe...!" you moaned as you felt yourself hit the peak, before crashing right back down as you felt your cunt clench around the fingers still buried deep inside of you.

"fuck..." rafe chuckled, loving the way you were gasping and repeating his name quietly, curling his fingers inside of you to prolong your orgasm before pulling them out of you and bringing the drenched fingers to your lips, "clean 'em up for me, baby..." rafe cooed, and you opened your mouth with a content smile on your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth in a way that made rafe groan, your tongue licking his fingers clean to the best of your ability. rafe grinned down at you, his hand going to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb, "you're so cute when you're obedient."

when rafe pulled his fingers out of your mouth, you nuzzled your face into his neck, and even though rafe was hard as fuck under you, he couldn't help but find your sleepiness utterly adorable. he stood up, still keeping you in his arms, bringing you to his bed and laying you down.

rafe crawls into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. letting out a soft hum, "rafe..." you mumble softly, looking into his eyes half-liddedly, "how much do you love me?"

rafe let out a chuckle and shook his head, his hand trailing up and down your back, "damn, baby. you're really asking me that?"

rafe's hand tilted your chin up, making you look at him. his gaze was intense, "how much do i love you?" he repeats, his thumb softly rubbing over your bottom lip, "more than anything. more than anything in this world. more than money. more than anything."

you let out a soft laugh, "more than money? wow. you really must love me."

"i guess you got me there, baby." rafe grinned down at you, "i do love you more than money. i love you more than anything. but money is a close second."

[dark-and-kawaii]

- Their Girl

Cw: Double Penetration

“That’s our good girl,” Gojo praised, withdrawing his fingers from your hair, “give her what she wants, Suguru. Show her what that cock of yours can do.”

“Look how eager she is for your cock, Satoru,” Geto observed, his free hand spreading your ass cheeks apart, “both her holes are just begging to be filled.”

Gojo lined himself up with your entrance, the thick head of his cock sliding through your folds to gather your juices and the saliva he left behind, “which hole should I take first, Suguru~? Her needy little pussy? Or should I stuff this tight ass while you fuck her pussy?”

“Pl-please,” you gasped, voice hoarse and ever so desperate, “please just fuck me already… I- I can’t wait anymore- needa be filled…” your legs trembled like a newly born fawn, you would’ve collapsed if it weren’t for Geto…

“Awh~ such a polite request,” Gojo teased, pressing just the tip of his cock to your dripping hole, “but I think you can do better than that. Tell us exactly what you want us to do to you.”

Geto rolled his eyes, his friend always had to play games no matter the situation, “Satoru. She’s waited long enough, let’s not-“

“I want to hear it.” The white hair sorcerers eyes darkened, his fingers tangling in your hair, “tell us what you want, or I’ll walk away right now.”

Your face burned with embarrassment, but the overwhelming need overshadowed any shame, “I-… I wan- want your cock stretching my slutty pussy- w-while he- … Suguru fucks my ass… please..~”

“That’s our good girl,” Gojo praised, withdrawing his fingers from your hair, “give her what she wants, Suguru. Show her what that cock of yours can do.”

Without further warning, Gojo slammed his full length into your waiting pussy. The sudden stretch had you crying out, your walls clenching around his length as he bottomed out inside you. He gave you no time to adjust, then again he never did, not when Geto was around… setting a brutal pace that had your tits bouncing with each thrust.

Behind you, Geto worked to free his own cock, pressing the head against your tighter rear entrance. Your earlier orgasm from Gojo eating you out left you dripping wet, your slick running down to help ease his way as he slowly pushed into your ass, “mn’Su- I-it’s not gonna sh’fit-“

But he made it fit. Made sure that you could feel how you stretched around him painfully, stilling best he could while his best friend fucks into you like a depraved man. The feeling of both their cocks filling you completely had tears of pleasure and pain gathering in your eyes. You were stretched so full, caught between them as they finally established a rhythm- Gojo pulling out as Geto pushed in, ensuring that you- their little bunny, was never empty for a moment.

“Fuuuck, she’s tight,” satoru groaned, his biting into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, “her pussys stranglin’ me so good.”

“And this greedy little ass taking my cock so well,” Geto added.

“Gonna fill you up so nicely, make you nice and full,” Gojo groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic as his end approached.

They came together, pulling deep inside as you cried out both their names. The feeling of two cocks creaming inside you, painting your insides the prettiest of white had your vision going white, body trembling between them as wave after wave crashed through you.

Once he caught his breath, Gojo pulled away with a satisfied hum. He fixed his clothing and hair, flashing that insufferable grin, “thanks for the good time, bunny~ we should do this again sometime.” He gave you the laziest of lazy waves before leaving the public restroom…

But Geto stayed. His touch lingering, feeling so tender as if he’s been your lover for years. He stayed and helped steady yourself on shaking legs, carefully fixing your disheveled clothing… “Let me walk you home,” he offered softly, but when your legs wobbled back, nearly causing you to fall back on your rump, he swiftly caught you with a low chuckle, “or rather, allow me to carry you home.”

[gutsby]

Ruined!

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.

Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.

Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse

Surely he was hurting you now.

Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.

At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itself—keep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age would’ve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.

He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.

Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:

“‘S’it too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?”

Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.

Crying, too.

Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.

“You kiddin’ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.”

Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like these—or when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you up—but when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.

Joel’s guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.

Almost.

He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.

Almost.

“You know I can’t sleep without your cum inside me.”

And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Milo’s tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.

“You do wanna fill me up, don’t you, daddy?” you teased.

Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.

Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.

He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.

“SON OF A—”

“—good girl.”

You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this man’s dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.

“Oh, sweet pea, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.

“Mmrooonme,” you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.

“What’s’at, honey? Can’t hear ya.”

Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew he’d be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.

“You— ruined me,” you repeated. Now clear as ever.

Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,

“Ruined? Pussy feels just fine t’me.”

You’d kill him if he wasn’t so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.

“No. Ruined me. For anyone else.”

Probably forever.

“Good.”

You knew he liked it that way.

You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.

First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.

“Shit,” you whimpered.

Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.

“Just a little more, sugar—that’s it,” he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.

Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over them—lacing his fingers through your own—and his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.

“You ruined me too, y’know,” he mumbled into your skin.

His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.

And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.

“C’mon— let daddy have it,” he growled, “Let daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?”

It was.

More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joel’s lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.

He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, ‘Daddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.’

Maybe ruined wasn’t such a bad thing to be at all.

[ddlydevotion]

PEARL NECKLACE

nsfw remmick headcanons

a/n: this wasn’t written with solely white audiences in mind, I know a lot of people have been worried about that when it comes to Sinners fanfiction. I’m Afro-Latina so you don’t have to worry about that here lol. Mentions of stretch marks.

Okay, don't hit me when I say this but I know for a fact that this man doesn't shave. I can't imagine him being all bare down there, are you kidding me? He definitely trims himself when the time calls for it but doesn't do anything more aside from that.

He couldn't care less if you're rocking a full bush. He'd probably smile out of how silly the situation is. Here's a man who feeds on the blood of the living in order to survive and you think he cares about some hair.

I forgot who said it first so if you know their @ please drop it in the comments, but I fully agree on the sentiment that Remmick would be completely desperate when it comes to you. He'd balance a bottle of Jack on his head if it meant you'd let him taste you. He'll paw at your thighs and look up at you with pleading, furrowed brows when you stop his attempt at lifting your skirt up.

He drools on your pussy.

His cock almost slips out of your pussy because of how wet you are, his thick drool mixing with your leaking wetness. He grabs the base of his cock, running it up your slit before slapping it on your swollen, fat clit, the impact leaving a wet plap! ring in the air.

" Shhh it's okay theree ya go, sweetheart, let me put it back in for you. Ya gonna take it for me?" he presses his forehead onto yours before whispering "ya promise?" against your flushed lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

He prefers to cum inside of you rather than anywhere else on your body. It's not about him wanting to avoid making a mess because this man gets fucking nasty. He just loves knowing that you're filled with him, that he's leaking from your swollen pussy. When he's about to cum he settles his hips flush against yours, his head finding a home in the crook of your neck. You swear you hear him whine as he moves his hips in tight circles, savoring the feeling of your gummy walls around his pulsing cock, his cum leaking from where the two of you are joined & down onto the bed.

he spreads you open with his thumbs, your throbbing clit and glistening pussy greeting him, and he has his very own way of greeting 'her' back.

Remmick definitely has a habit of talking to your pussy and referring to it as she and her. "Look at all that, baby. She missed me, huh? Look'a me, ya know you can't lie to me."

"Oh sweetheart, look at you. Gonna milk my cock? Thereee she is, there you go."

He'd definitely want you to sit on his face. His strong hands grip the globes of your ass in an attempt to bury his face even further in your pussy. If he notices you're holding back on him, he'll look you right in the eyes before saying, "sit. I told'ya to sit.", his words being slightly muffled by your plush thighs.

The two of you hardly leave the bedroom when you're on your period. He nearly drools at the sight of your tender tits, the stretch marks lining them appearing to be even more prominent. The sight of his lips covered in blood as he peaks at you from in between your thighs is enough to make you mewl, your eyes glazing over.

I'd say his aftercare mainly consists of pillow talk. He'll tuck you into his side and sling his defined arm over your shoulder. He'll look down at you with a small smile painting his face while checking in on you but not without letting out a teasing remark or two. "That wasn't too much, was it? I dunno, thought you were gonna pass out on me" (this part was inspired by @spikedfearn)

[thaatdigitaldiary]

BIG MAMA ( DRAFT & KE EXCLUSIVE SPECIAL ). 4.2K WORDS. // paige bueckers. cw : sexual content, black!fem!oc, wnba!paige, fingering, dildo play. // “man, where the fuck are my panties at?” // latto.

summary kierra and paige are at an afterparty after her win as a wing, and she craves paige’s attention. PAIGE BUECKERS PLUS COWBOY HAT TROPE???? // RMM MASTERLIST — MAIN MASTERLIST. side note : this gotta be some of the most freak nasty shit i’ve ever written, thank you.

ke speaks ᝰ.ᐟ I DID THIS FOR ME. but onna serious note—thank you sweet people for 1.5k followers, and here’s to lil paigey getting drafted to a texan dyke fest. ENOUGH CRYING. CHEERS 🥂

The Dallas night was booming—the kind of vibe that had you buzzing from your toes to your fingertips. The Wings had just won a close game against the Connecticut Suns in a packed arena, and Paige—who dropped 34 of those points—made it seem easy. I had been glued to my courtside seat, heart pounding every time Paige hit a dagger three or flashed that smug grin, blonde hair slick as she owned the court.

She knew she belonged here.

Now, at the afterparty in a bougie downtown club, that same energy was even better, the bass of the music loud, lime green and white strobe lights flashing, and the air thick with the smell of Casamigos and loud.

I was posted up by a high-top table, wearing a gold dress that was giving what it was supposed to—tight as hell, barely grazing my thighs, hugging my curves so perfectly I surprised myself. I’d gone full outta pocket tonight, skipping panties entirely, a wild ass move that had me feeling myself a little too hard. It wasn't even planned, just a heat of the moment thing after Paige caught my eye post-game, jogging over to the sidelines all sweaty and cocky, hitting me with a wink before getting back on the court—leaving my head spinning.

No panties under this dress?

That shit was a secret thrill, making every step feel like I was playing with fire as I sipped my drink, the vodka burn hitting my chest just right.

Paige was holding it down across the room, chatting it up with her team, all of them celebrating the win. She was looking like a whole issue for me—tall, lean, blonde hair loose and a lil' messy from after the game, black crop top showing off her abs, jeans sitting low enough to see the black boxer line peek out.

The girls were gassing her up, and Arike—an energetic guard who was quickly eager to welcome Paige in—had slapped a big-ass black cowboy hat on Paige's head. "P, you the Texan queen tonight!"

The hat was extra, looked straight out of a old western movie—but Paige was eating it up, tilting it like she was born to flex, smirking at the crowds and cameras as they lost it.

That shit was doing things to me, the way it shadowed Paige's eyes, made her look all slick and dangerous, like she could sweet-talk me into anything and leave me begging for more.

Paige caught me staring, and it was game over. Her eyes locked on, all heat and trouble, and she ditched her teammates, walking over with a Corona in one hand, cowboy hat sitting just right. She got real close, the tension between me and her crackling like a spark plug.

"Yo, Kier," she said, voice low and smooth, dragging her eyes over my dress like she was attempting to x-ray it. "You out here lookin' like you tryna shut some shit down in this dress. Cus’ this fit? Disrespectful."

I grinned, leaning back against the table, popping my hip out. "What, this lil’ one two?" I teased, twirling a curl around my finger. "Thought you could handle a bad bitch, P.”

“Or that cowboy hat got you movin' different?"

Paige laughed, that deep, throaty sound that had my pussy doing flips. She stepped closer, her hand grazing my waist, fingers flexing against the gold fabric. "Oh, I'm handlin' it, mama. But you in this dress? That's a whole violation. Got me wonderin' what you hidin' under there."

I sipped my drink, letting my lips linger on the straw, knowing Paige was clocking my every damn move. "Guess you gotta do some detective work, cowgirl," I said, voice all flirty, hitting her with a look that screamed come get it.

“Bet,” Paige shot back, her smirk dirty as hell. "Keep playin' like that, Kier, and we ain't makin' it to last call."

-

We were all vibing pretty hard, throwing shots back and forth like it was a championship game, each line dripping with heat.

Paige kept getting pulled away—teammates wanting to dap her up, fans begging for pics—but she always slid back to me, like I was the only one in the room that mattered.

"You ghostin' me already?" I teased when Paige rolled back after a quick toast, her hand finding my hip again.

"Nah, mama, you know I'm locked in," Paige said, leaning in close, her breath tickling my ear. "Just tryna keep it chill before I tear you up."

"Tear me up?" I laughed, arching a brow. "You sayin’ a whole lot for somebody who ain’t doin’ shit?"

Paige's eyes flashed, all trouble. "Oh, I got sum’ for that, Kier. Keep pushin' me, and I'mma show you."

-

We hit the dance floor, the beat dropping heavy, bodies packed tight. Paige's hands were on my hips, pulling me close as we moved, the cowboy hat tilting as she leaned in. "Goddamn, you movin' like you tryna kill me," Paige murmured, her lips brushing my ear, her hands sliding lower. "You out here wildin'."

I grinned, grinding back against her just enough to make Paige's breath hitch. "What, you thought I was playin’ around?” I teased, spinning to face her, hands on Paige's shoulders. "Thought cowgirls could hang."

"Oh, I'm hangin',” Paige said, voice low and rough, her hands gripping my ass now, bold as hell. Then she froze, fingers brushing bare skin where she expected something else. Her eyes went wide, then dark, her lips curling into a filthy smirk. "Yo, Kier, you serious? Ain't nothin' under this?"

I didn't flinch, hitting her with a sly grin. "What, you shook up? Thought you could handle it, Texan.” I tease, a fake pout shinning across my face.

Paige's laugh was straight-up sinful, her hands pulling me tight against her. "Shook? Nah, ma, l'm fucked up. You out here bare like that? You tryna make me act unethical."

"Act ‘unethical’ then," I shot back, my voice daring, grinding slow against Paige's thigh. "Show me what you got."

Paige's grip tightened, her lips hovering over mine, teasing without closing the gap. "You keep talkin' slick, and I'mma take you home and wreck you."

"Then quit yappin' and do it," I said, bold as fuck, and that was the green light. Paige grabbed my hand, cowboy hat still sitting pretty as she dragged me through the crowd, ignoring her teammates' hollers—“Yo, P, where you goin' with that hat?!"-and straight to the exit.

-

The ride to Paige's spot was pure tension—Paige's hand on my thigh, fingers creeping higher with every light, the cowboy hat tossed in the back but still looming in my head. I shifted in her seat, the leather cold against my bare skin, my dress riding up dangerous. "You wild as fuck," Paige muttered, glancin' over with a smirk. "Sittin' there, no panties, fuckin' with my head."

I laughed, leanin' back. "You mad, or you lovin' it?"

"Loving it," Paige said, her hand squeezing my thigh, thumb brushing close enough to make me squirm. "But I'm 'bout to make you pay for teasin' me all night."

"Bring it, cowgirl," I said, voice thick with want, and Paige floored it.

-

Paige's apartment was slick—big windows with the Dallas skyline popping off completely, a couch littered with Wings gear, the cowboy hat landing on the counter as we stumbled in.

Paige kicked the door shut and had me against the wall in a second, her mouth crashing into mine, kiss sloppy and hungry, all tongue and teeth. I moaned, fingers diving into Paige's hair, pulling her closer as our bodies locked tight.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Paige growled, breaking the kiss to nip at my neck, her hands sliding under the dress.

When she hit bare skin, she groaned, low and dirty. "No panties, Kier? You been out here wildin' all night, huh?"

My laugh was breathless, head tipping back as Paige's lips hit that spot under my ear. "Had to keep you on your toes, P."

"On my toes?" Paige's hands tugged the dress up, bunchin' it at my waist, the cool air hittin' my skin. "You got me fucked up, ma. I'm 'boutta have you screamin’."

"Big talk," I teased, hands slipping under Paige's crop top, tracing her abs. "Show me wassup." Paige didn't hesitate, pulling me toward the bedroom, her hands never leaving my body.

The room was all Paige—sneakers in the corner, a Wings jersey slung over a chair, bed big and messy like it was waiting for this. Paige pushed me down, the gold dress riding up, and stood over me, cowboy hat back on now, tilted just right. "Look at you," Paige said, voice all heat, eyes eating me up. "Spread your legs, baby. You ready for me, Kier?"

"Been ready," I shot back, propping up on my elbows, legs parting slow. "You gon’ keep flexin', or you gonna handle this?"

Paige's grin was all trouble. "Oh, I'm handlin' it." She grabbed my dress, yanking it off in one smooth move, leaving me bare. Paige's breath hitched, eyes dark as hell. "Goddamn, you fine as fuck."

I reached for her, tugging at Paige's crop top. "Your turn, Texan. Lemme see you."

Paige peeled off her top and jeans, leaving her in a black sports bra and briefs, body all lean muscle, abs cut like glass. My mouth went dry—Paige was a whole temptation I was always down to feed into.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips, cowboy hat casting a shadow. "You checkin' me out?" Paige teased, leaning down to kiss me, slow and nasty.

"Of course baby,” I murmured, hands roaming Paige's back, slipping under her bra. "But I want more, P."

"Greedy as fuck," Paige said, smirking, but her hands were moving, sliding down my body, parting my thighs. Her fingers brushed close, teasing without hitting it, and my hips bucked. "Damn, you wet already, ma," Paige murmured, finally touching me, slow and slick. "This all for me?"

"Who else?" I gasped, breath hitchin' as Paige's fingers circled my clit, light but on point. "You been fuckin' with me all night."

"Dirty fuckin’ girl," Paige said, voice thick, pushing two fingers inside, curling them just right. My back arched, a moan slipping out, loud as hell. "Fuck, you tight, Kier. Takin' my fingers like a champ."

"Paige—shit," I panted, hands gripping the sheets as Paige set a rhythm, pumping deep and steady, thumb flicking at my clit. "Don't play around—fuck—keep fuckin’ goin."

"Play?" Paige laughed, low and filthy, leaning down to kiss me, swallowing my moans. "I'm 'bout to have you shook, ma." She picked up the pace, fingers hitting that spot, and I was losing it, hips rocking, pressure building hot and fast.

"P—I’m bout to—" I choked out, acrylic nails digging into Paige's shoulders.

"Let it go, baby," Paige rasped, voice all command. "Cum for me, Kier.”

I fell apart, orgasm hitting like a truck, my cries echoing as my walls squeezed Paige's fingers. Paige didn't let up, working me through it until I was shaking, gasping, body limp as hell.

"Fuck, you look so sexy when you cum," Paige murmured, pulling her fingers out slow, slick and glistening. She sucked 'em clean, groaning like she was starving. "Taste like a dream, Kier."

I caught my breath, smirking as I sat up. "My turn to run some shit, cowgirl." I pushed Paige onto her back, climbing on top, straddling her hips. "I can get used to this whole cowgirl get-up, y’know."

Paige grinned, hands gripping my thighs. "You tryna ride me now then? Go 'head, ma, show me up."

I snatched the cowboy hat, plopping it back on Paige's head, then leaned down, kissing her deep, hands slipping under her bra to tease her nipples. Paige groaned, arching up. "Shit, Kier, you playin' dirty."

"All day," I teased, reaching for the nightstand where I clocked a sleek purple dildo—curved, ridged, nasty.

I held it up, smirking. "You fuckin' me with this next." Paige's eyes lit up, dark and hungry. "Hell yeah, ma. You want me to hit it deep?"

"Deep as fuck," Kierra said, settlin' back, legs spread wide.

"Don't hold back, P."

Paige grabbed the toy, making me spit on it while her eyes locked on me. She teased me with the tip, dragging it slow, then pushed in, stretching me just right. I moaned, loud and shameless, hips lifting to take it all. "Fuck, you look good takin' this," Paige growled, setting a rhythm, thrustin' steady and deep. "Love how you grip it, ma. So fuckin' pretty."

"Harder, P," I begged, hands clawing the sheets as the ridges hit every spot, driving me wild. "Fuck me up."

"Greedy as fuck, still?" Paige said, voice rough, cowboy hat tilting as she leaned over, thrusting faster, hitting deep. Her free hand slid between me, fingers rubbing my clit, tight and fast. "You love this shit, huh? My cock fuckin' you stupid?"

"Yes—God, yes!" I gasped, body rocking, pressure building again, hotter than before. Paige's dirty talk was sending me, each word pushing me closer.

"Cum for me again," Paige ordered, voice all grit, slammin' the toy in deep. "Show me how you take it, baby."

I shattered, second orgasm ripping through me, screaming Paige's name as my body shook, pleasure hitting like a wave. Paige kept going, drawing it out until I was a mess, oversensitive and pleading, hands pushing at Paige's shoulders.

Paige eased the toy out, tossing it aside, then collapsed next to me, cowboy hat crooked. I caught my breath, then grinned, climbing back on top, straddling Paige's hips. "Time to ride for real," I said, grabbin' the hat and setting it straight on Paige's head.

Paige laughed, hands gripping my ass. "Ride this shit then, it’s all yours, baby.”

I rocked against her, grinding slow at first, teasing, hands braced on Paige's chest. Paige groaned, fingers digging in, guiding me. "Goddamn, baby, you ridin' like you mean it," she rasped, hat tilting as she watched, eyes glued to my body. "Fuck me… just like that."

I picked up the pace, moans spilling out, friction hitting perfect. Paige's hand slipped between me again, rubbing my clit, other hand smacking my ass light. "You gonna make me lose it," Paige growled, voice thick, hips buckin' up to meet me.

"Good," I panted, leanin' down to kiss her, sloppy and desperate. "Cum with me, Paige.”

We fell apart together, my third wave pulling Paige over, our cries mixing as we clung tight, cowboy hat tumbling off in the chaos. We collapsed, sweaty and laughing, tangled in each other, breathing hard.

"Kierra,” Paige murmured, pulling me close, lips brushing my forehead. "You’re a whole problem."

I grinned, nuzzlin' into her. "And you love it, Texan."

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velvet boundaries. [ii]

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader

preface: in a house where she’s your best friend’s mother and you were never meant to be hers, caitlyn makes you unravel one obedient breath at a time.

author's note: smut scenarios is here rahhhh.

wrn: lowercase ;; age gap (c: 39 ; r: 19) ;; explicit content (minors & men dni) list: bratty!reader (at some scenes) ;; dom!caitlyn ;; mentioning another man (just a dream dw!) ;; orgasm denial, edging ;; punishment ;; soft threats & possessive praise ;; jealousy jealousy ;; toy use ;; fingering ;; orgasm denial ;; edging ;; teasing ;; power play ;; dirty talk ;; overstimulation. [lmk in the comment if i missed anything]

navigation.

it was supposed to be innocent. a surprise visit. a sweet gesture. you wore the dress she left for you on the bed that morning—angelic white lace, soft and sheer, cut just a little too short. no bra. no panties. just her.

you knew she had a meeting at her home office. you knew she told you to wait upstairs. but you wanted to bring her a fresh cup of tea—something gentle, thoughtful, obedient.

and yet when you walk in, barefoot and glowing like temptation, her jaw clenches behind her wine-red lipstick.

the other woman in the video call chatters on through the speaker, unaware.

you place the tea on her desk gently. “thought you might need this…”

her eyes trail from your thighs to your trembling hands. she mutes the call with a click.

"did you look in a mirror before walking in here like that?" caitlyn's voice is low, razor-sharp velvet.

you nod, quietly. “i wanted to look good for you.”

her chair scrapes back. slowly.

"you wanted to look good?" she murmurs, circling the desk. one hand ghosts up the side of your thigh. “you wanted me distracted. you wanted me starving.”

she presses you down, suddenly, hands firm on your lower back, bending you over the polished mahogany surface. your breath fogs against the grain.

"cait—someone might hear—"

“let them.”

she pulls the lace up and over your ass, and hums deep in her throat at what she sees.

“no panties,” she whispers, voice honey-slick and filthy. “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

you whimper, trembling as her fingers ghost along your folds.

“mmm. wet already?” she chuckles. “of course you are. my girl gets needy the moment i breathe near her.”

the call resumes in the background. a voice says something about quarterly projections.

but caitlyn’s only focused on the way your thighs shake.

she pushes your legs apart with her boot and leans down.

“stay quiet,” she says, mouth brushing your ear. “or i’ll put you on camera.”

then two fingers press inside you, slow and deep. curl.

you gasp—muffled by the back of your own hand. her pace is cruel. rhythmic. taunting.

“you wanted attention,” caitlyn breathes, curling her fingers again. “you’ll take what i give you.”

her palm slaps your thigh sharply.

"arch for me. let me see."

you do—body trembling, lace twisted around your hips, her name a prayer on your lips.

and when you finally break—soft, desperate, clenching around her fingers with a choked cry—she pulls away and presses a kiss to your spine.

“good girl,” she purrs. “now run along before i decide you’re not done.”

you shouldn’t have worn that dress. not the silk one with the plunging neckline caitlyn specifically told you to save for her eyes only. but you had a point to make.

the gala was in full swing—champagne flutes clinking, high-society laughter echoing, and you glowing on caitlyn’s arm like a secret she was barely keeping. every time you leaned in to whisper something in her ear, your breath brushed her jaw. every time you laughed at someone else’s joke, her hand on your waist tightened.

she was calm. polished. still the perfect woman of power. but her hand never left your lower back. and her eyes? boiling.

you knew she was seething when you bent just a little too far over the hors d'oeuvres table.

so when she caught your wrist in that cool, steel grip and murmured, “come with me,” your heart jumped.

she led you into the marble bathroom—silent, elegant, deadly. locked the door behind you with a quiet click.

then she turned. slow.

“i warned you,” caitlyn said, stepping forward like a predator. “and yet here you are. dripping down your thighs in a room full of strangers.”

she yanked you forward, lips ghosting over your cheekbone. “are you that desperate for me to ruin you in public?”

“cait…” you breathed. “i didn’t mean—”

“yes, you did.” her voice was ice and velvet. “and now you’ll get exactly what you wanted.”

she spins you, palms flat against the cool marble countertop, your chest pressing into it. the slit in your dress parts, revealing your thighs—and the fact you aren’t wearing any underwear.

she exhales sharply.

“of course. my filthy girl.”

her fingers slide between your legs without hesitation, stroking once—slick and shameful.

“you wanted to be bad?” she whispers, dragging her hand up to your mouth. “then taste what bad girls get.”

she presses your own wetness to your lips. you open without thinking, obedient.

she groans—deep, guttural. “that’s it. now stay quiet.”

her leg nudges yours open further. the sound of her belt unbuckling echoes louder than anything in that gilded bathroom.

she doesn’t bother undressing you. just shoves the dress up, pulls your leg onto the counter, and sinks inside you with her fingers—hard and fast.

your hands scramble for something to grip. but she’s already pinning you down, her palm at your throat, her mouth at your ear.

“you’re going to come for me right here,” she hisses. “where anyone could knock. where anyone could hear.”

and you do. pathetically. silently screaming into your wrist while your body convulses around her hand.

when she finally pulls away, she straightens your dress for you—combs her fingers through your hair.

kisses your cheek softly and whispers:

“now behave. or i’ll take you over the dinner table next.”

it was supposed to be a quiet dinner.

caitlyn’s family estate was vast and proper, full of silver cutlery, fine linens, and tension buried beneath polite smiles. you were seated beside her at the long oak dining table, across from distant relatives who sipped aged wine and exchanged dull conversation.

you played the part well. sweet. silent. polished.

but caitlyn knew what you were really like under the surface.

because under the elegant blue dress she’d chosen for you, nestled deep inside your soaked cunt, was a toy—small, pulsing, and entirely under her control.

and the remote sat silently in her palm beneath the white linen napkin.

you thought she’d forgotten about it.

until halfway through her father’s monologue about politics, the toy jolted to life inside you—sudden, strong, and sinful.

your fork clattered against your plate.

caitlyn turned to you, calm as ever, placing a gentle hand on your knee under the table. “careful, sweetheart,” she said, brushing her lips against your ear with the tiniest smile. “you don’t want to make a mess, do you?”

you shook your head, legs trembling under the tablecloth, trying to keep your expression blank. but her hand slid higher.

you bit your lip hard.

she clicked again. stronger.

your thighs squeezed shut. your stomach tensed. you could feel the slickness starting to trail down, and there was nothing—nothing—you could do.

across the table, someone asked, “are you alright, dear?”

“she’s just a bit warm,” caitlyn answered smoothly, stroking your thigh with careful, possessive tenderness. “but she’ll be good for me, won’t you, darling?”

you nodded, barely breathing.

her hand slid up, beneath the hem of your dress, fingers grazing over the toy. she tapped it twice.

the vibration grew violent.

“keep your voice down,” she whispered against your temple. “or i’ll set it to max and have you excuse yourself to the powder room alone—and you’ll come all over your fingers, crying for me, without even getting to taste mine.”

your breath hitched.

and that’s when it hit—your orgasm, brutal and silent, rolling through you as you clenched your thighs under the table and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning out loud. your shoulders trembled. your fingers curled into your lap.

caitlyn never looked away from her glass of wine.

when you finally slumped forward, dazed and ruined, she leaned over and murmured: “you’ll thank me later with your mouth, sweetheart. but for now, finish your potatoes. don’t be rude.”

it started with a pout.

caitlyn had been busy. long work days, late nights, and endless meetings. so tonight, when you sashayed into the bedroom wearing nothing but a silk ribbon tied around your chest and a smirk, you expected to get her full attention.

but she didn’t even look up from her laptop.

“mmm. cute,” she murmured, barely glancing at you. “go warm up the bed. i’ll be there soon.”

your pout deepened. she didn’t even touch you. didn’t even flick her eyes to your bare thighs, to the way you purposely shifted your hips with every step.

you lay back on the bed dramatically, legs spread, touching yourself slowly—loudly—moaning her name just enough that you knew she could hear.

she didn’t come.

so you called out, “maybe i’ll take care of it myself. since someone’s too busy.”

that’s when the chair scraped back.

you barely had time to blink before she was standing at the foot of the bed, sleeves rolled, expression calm—cold.

“oh, is that what we’re doing tonight?” she asked softly, closing the laptop with a quiet snap. “you want to act like a little brat?”

your breath caught.

“cait, i—”

“no. no more words.”

she moved with quiet command—dragging your wrists above your head and securing them to the headboard with her silk tie. you could pull free if you really wanted. but gods, you didn’t want to.

“since you clearly need to be reminded who owns you,” she whispered, crawling up over your body, “we’ll take our time.”

the first orgasm she gave you with her mouth. gentle. slow. just enough.

you came with a whimper, already wrung out.

but when she reached for the toy from her drawer—the wand you loved—you shivered.

“wha—cait, i already—”

“oh no, sweetheart.” her voice dropped. “you don’t get to decide when this is over.”

the toy pressed to your clit again, low setting at first. you arched.

and then she began to edge you.

again. and again. and again.

she brought you to the brink until your toes curled and your legs trembled—then pulled away.

you whined. cried out. begged. but she only smiled.

“my girl wants to be greedy now?” she murmured, licking a stripe up your thigh. “you want to brat? then you’ll suffer for it.”

her fingers replaced the toy, teasing—just shallow thrusts, just soft flicks to your clit while you writhed and gasped under her.

by the fifth denial, you were pleading. tears glistening. voice hoarse.

“please, cait, please—i’ll be good, i swear—i need to come, i need—”

she shushed you with a kiss.

“good girls ask,” she said sweetly, positioning herself between your legs again. “but only my good girls get rewarded.”

then she fucked you with her fingers, firm and unrelenting, mouth on your clit, and you shattered—sobbing, back arching off the bed, stars behind your eyes.

when you finally collapsed, trembling and spent, she crawled up beside you and pulled you into her arms.

“such a filthy little brat,” she whispered, brushing hair from your face. “but mine. all mine.”

it was 3:21 am when you woke up to the weight of caitlyn’s body sliding over yours.

at first, it was subtle — the heat of her skin behind you, her arm slipping around your waist, the shift of the sheets. then you heard her breathing: deep, controlled, trembling like she was barely holding something in.

“cait…?” you murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.

“i had a dream,” she whispered against your shoulder, lips brushing your skin. “you were smiling at someone else.”

you blinked. “wha…?”

“some stranger had you bent over a table. calling you ‘good girl.’” her voice sharpened. “you let him touch you. kiss you. you let him see everything that’s mine.”

she didn’t sound angry. she sounded shattered. desperate.

“cait, it wasn’t real—”

“i know it wasn’t,” she said, her voice breaking into something almost feral. “but i still need to remind you.”

and before you could say another word, she pushed your thighs apart beneath the sheets, hands gripping your hips like they were handles, mouth hot on your neck.

“let me remind you, sweetheart,” she whispered, voice trembling with possessive fury. “let me show you who you belong to.”

you gasped as she dragged the lace panties you’d worn to bed down your thighs. she didn’t even bother to take them off all the way — just enough to expose what she needed.

“you’re dripping,” she hissed, running two fingers through your folds. “gods, you’d let anyone see you like this? let anyone take what’s mine?”

“n-no,” you whimpered.

“that’s right. because this cunt,” she growled, pushing her fingers in hard enough to make you cry out, “belongs to me.”

your legs shook. you weren’t even fully awake and she was already fucking you—fingers deep, rhythm brutal, her body covering yours like a shield.

and when she pulled her fingers out and replaced them with the toy—thicker, crueler, buzzing right up against your g-spot—you bucked against her.

“stay still,” she ordered. “i’m not stopping until you forget that anyone else exists.”

she held you down, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other pressing the toy deeper and harder into you with each wave of pleasure. your moans were strangled, gasped, muffled into the pillow.

“you’re mine,” she panted against your ear. “mine to touch. mine to break. mine to keep.”

when you finally came—loud, shaking, completely undone—she didn’t let up. she kept going. over and over. forcing you through another orgasm, and another, until you were sobbing her name and clinging to her with trembling fingers.

only then did she stop.

only then did she pull you into her arms and whisper, “i’m sorry. i just… i can’t lose you. even in a dream.”

and you kissed her salt-slicked cheeks and held her just as tightly, whispering again and again, “you won’t. you won’t.”

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 & 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: oh god this man is doing things to me...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISFJ or ISTJ

Ravenclaw

Lawful Neutral to Neutral Good

Sagittarius Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You're the rider of Silverwing, the glorious, graceful and maternal dragon who watches over you wherever you go.

・When you were young, it was very difficult for your mother because Silverwing would sweep you away and take you to her nest. Making you one of her own.

・You knew about the Hightowers, and how close Alicent & Rhaenyra were. You were very jealous, but weren't the kind of person to bump shoulders just to be included.

・So your best friend was a dragon. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

・Your connection with her is incredibly strong. Almost telepathic at times. She can feel what you feel - like two one soul in two bodies.

・And when you become of marriagable age - she did not like any of the suitors. So she was there, right by your side, huffing and puffing (putting your white cloaks on edge...)

・Just like Rhaenys the Conquorer, you flew further and further with your mount.

・You weren't the sister of Rhaenyra, but of Rhaenys. Your parents were Aemon Targaryen and Jocelyn Baratheon. And they had you when they were very, very old. Your birth was a miracle.

・And your sister, who was many years older, became a mother to you. As your two parents died.

・Your marriage was put forth by Viserys, well, Otto mainly. He knew his daughter would become queen and yet he was still full of ambition.

・Rhaenys saw straight through this. And your sister did everything she could to stop the marriage.

・But Viserys would not be persuaded...

・When you first met Gwayne, your initial opinion was that he was an ass. A pompus, arrogant, rude, ass.

・He had kissed your hand within the first two minutes and let his eyes linger on your own for far too long.

'I hate him already.' You thought and Silverwing snarled in agreement.

・But the dragon did not deter the Hightower man. He simply smirked and bowed his head.

・As time went by, your cemented walls were slowly knocked down one by one by Gwayne.

・But it wasn't until you offered to take him flying that you truly bonded.

・Clinging as tight as he could to you, Silverwing did every trick in the book to make him faint; straight diving and pulling up at the last second, twirling over herself over and over etc.)

・The whole time you were laughing, not just at his reaction but laughing with pure joy. Your fiance feeling what you feel.

・After that Gwayne looked at you with a newly found gratitue. You were true friends.

・But when Rhaenys started to speak to you about what marriage was really like - you didn't want to hear it.

"...my love, he may stray and sometimes you cannot stop it."

The words had hit you like a boulder to the heart. No, you could not endure such a betrayal.

"Sister. If he dares, then Silverwing will have the most royal feast she has ever had."

・But you need not ever worry about Gwayne's attention turning to another. You are all he needs. All he wants.

・He shows it to you through the way he speaks; the charming, soft voice that makes your knees tremble. The ever so gentle brush of his hand against yours.

・It drives you insane.

・And you never, not once in a nillion years, thought you would say this.

・"Gwayne, please. Let's just marry. Now. It needs to be now or I'll explode."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Forced Proximity

"I'd do anything for you." (Gwayne) x "As you should." (You)

Survives because of pure luck (You) x Is the pure luck (Gwayne)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Let It Happen by The Midnite String Quartet

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Your first kiss was ... passionate. The hesitation of your lips before one another caused such heat you could not comprehend.

・You consummated your wedding night. Over and over and over again. Until Gwayne said, "my heart I cannot handle another round. I do not think I can move."

"Oh husband," you said while rolling onto your side. "You are going to have to get used to this. There's fire in my blood after all..."

・His eyebrows rose and his handsome face was covered in amusement.

"Well, wife. I guess I'll have to train harder," and with that he gripped your waist and flung on top of you.

・It is well known that the two of you cannot keep your hands off each other. You always do it when no one is around - but somehow someone always sees.

・But it's very difficult when he whispers in your ear all the things he thinks about. The things he wants you to do to him. Where he wants you to touch him.

・Is this not what married life is about? Being so incredibly obsessed with the other that your whole body hurts whenever they aren't near?

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

To reference that other post about not being with Bruce your whole life. I'd rais that reader also has a family. I mean they were raised by their mom and hell maybe she got married and you got a dad now too. Now her comes ol daddy Warbucks and is like sorry I'm you actual dad.

Now your looking around like "who's goddanm white daddy is this????", sir I already have a father, he's at home right now, my mother is forcing him to watch love island with her right now. NUCLEAR 👏LOVING 👏 BLACK 👏 HOUSEHOLD!!!!!!! Give me the whole damn family unit with black reader and half siblings, but real siblings because they all live together lmao.

LMAO YESS

Thinking about Batmom, who basically got remarried to a world-famous boxing champ, now retired of course (I kind of want someone who can go toe-to-toe with Bruce, the other bats). She has three beautiful babies with him: your evil little brothers and your darling younger sister Ogun, the second oldest, Harlem, the middle child, and Isis, the baby girl who can get away with almost anything. Let’s be honest here, you don’t think of your siblings as half-siblings, and you sure as hell don’t think of your dad as a stepdad. He was always there for you for school graduations, bake sales, and daddy-daughter dances at school; he was always there supporting you every step of the way, including your nerdiness. He’s the main guy getting you action figures and comic books, endorsing your love for gaming. He likes to say he let you win one of those Mortal Kombat battles, but he knows better. Your younger siblings are never your half-siblings; they are full siblings, if that makes sense. You have all the love and care for them like a big sister/brother would. Sure, they get on your nerves sometimes, and yeah, the boys' pranks can get out of hand, like the time they put Cantu shampoo in one of your shampoo bottles, so your hair became dry. It was murder in that house, to be honest. Let’s get one thing straight: you wouldn’t trade them for the world. Even Isis, as bratty as she can be, gets away with almost anything because she’s the “baby.” Not even the strongest man on Earth can withstand those puppy eyes.

And what are your guys' favorite pastimes? Using your dad like he’s a playground, climbing on him, swinging side to side from his buff arms, watching him throw you up—he’s like his own little Disney ride. The boys are hanging from his arms while you and Isis are dangling off his neck. Your mom tells the four of you to stop torturing him, but she doesn’t torture him by forcing him to watch reality TV shows; Love Island has been playing on repeat, and you don’t think your dad can take much more of this pointless drama. You started making conspiracy theories about the villa, saying “they have no connections with the outside world; they don’t even know what day it is; they have no phones; these people are prisoners.” You all managed to laugh at his ramblings. But then, one day, your boss at Wayne Enterprises says that he’s your father. That has to be some joke. You come back to your mom with the information, and she automatically says it’s true. You never really cared to know about your father because, well, you already had a father in your life, so to you, there was absolutely no point. Canonically, you had a college blend with a billionaire playboy. It makes sense why people often say your celebrity look-alike is Bruce Wayne. Quite a revelation, but I mean, you’re a grown-ass adult now—it doesn’t really matter to you all that much.

So the more and more you try to bond, the more and more it doesn’t really work. And now his adopted kids are trying to get a hold of you. I’m pretty sure Isis completely and utterly despises Damian; those two cannot be near each other for at least one second. Harlem and Ogun get all wishy-washy when Dick calls himself their big brother like he does to you. All three of you give them the meanest stank eye, but the four of you are fans of Alfred; he feeds all four of you cookies. Jason and Cass really like your dad; they often want to spar with him because he is the world boxing champ, and let’s just be honest, he’s cool as shit. Duke is absolutely fanboying when you meet your dad; he’s practically shaking while asking for his autograph. Tim had to get it for him. Never been louder—you’ve got people fighting for your attention, and you’ve got your siblings fighting to get away from them. When did you become all interesting all of a sudden?

[mymindisneverhere]

Other Side

summary: Kelvin tries to break you out of your shell… unaware of who would actually come out.

warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI!, shy black fem!reader (kinda), small mention of depression, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names. (Forgive me if I forgot any)

Masterlist

(a/n: I licked the screen a few times when I came across this picture but that’s not important. 🫢)

“Kelvin!” He heard his name being called from across the room causing him to snap his head in the direction of the voice. 

“Yo!” Kelvin said, pointing to his long time friend Aaron. He made his way through the crowd of people on the dance floor until he reached his friend. “What’s up bro? It’s good to see you.” 

“You as well bro!” The London native spoke over the loud music. Aaron and Kelvin slapped hands and pulled each other into the universal bro hug before falling into conversation. “You didn’t get lost did you?”

“Nah, I mean the sign is big as hell on the front of the building.” Kelvin said. “But man, I can’t believe you actually came out and came to a club at that.”

“It’s my girls birthday tonight bro, she begged me to drive her and her friends around for the day.” Aaron said.

“I was about to say, she must’ve dragged your ass out the house cause ain’t no way you came on your own.” Kelvin joked, receiving an annoyed look from Aaron. 

“Whatever man.” He said, returning his attention to the dance floor where his girlfriend stood with one of her best friends.

Kelvin stood next to Aaron, eyeing the crowd as he nodded his head to the music blasting throughout the club. The men stood against the wall chatting about the atmosphere in the late night lounge, ordering drinks and speaking to some friends that passed by occasionally. 

Kelvin continued sipping on the alcoholic beverage as his eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on you. He slowly lowered the cup from his lips as he watched you make your way to the dance floor. Your beauty had him stuck in a trance.  

Your beautiful brown skin glowed under the blue and pink lighting that flashed from the ceiling. You wore a white halter top and matching mini skirt that hugged your hips just right and put your legs on full display. Your thick thighs glistened from the body shimmer you wore as you took steps across the floor. Your strapped heels elongated your legs causing you to appear much taller than you actually were. 

Kelvin stared at you as you joined your two best friends on the dance floor. You hugged your best friend Tati before finally pulling Jamie, the birthday girl, into a warm embrace. He watched as Jamie whispered to you, causing you both to turn and look up at the two men that were already eyeing you guys. You all waved, mainly to speak to Aaron but Kelvin waved back so caught up in the trance you had unintentionally lured him into. You all turned back around and fell back into the beat of the music but Kelvin kept his eyes on you. 

“Bro, who is that?” Kelvin asked, tapping Aaron on the shoulder. 

Aaron frowned and followed Kelvin’s eyes that were still glued to you. “Who? Y/N?” 

“All white with the legs? Her name is Y/N?” Kelvin asked. 

“Yeah man, that’s Jamie’s best friend.” Aaron said. He looked down at Kelvin and noticed the look of awe on his face, practically drooling as his mouth hung open. “Take a picture man, it’ll last longer.” 

Kelvin smacked his lips, finally taking his eyes off you and cutting them at Aaron. 

“Relax bro, she’s not one to date.” Aaron started, “She’s super shy, very quiet. She barely says two words to me when she comes over to visit Jamie. She’s extremely introverted.”

“So?” Kelvin asked, shrugging his shoulders. “What does that mean?”  

“She probably won’t talk to you because you’re always on 10 no matter where you are.” 

Kelvin paused and looked over at Aaron. “That never stopped you from hanging with me.” 

“I tolerate you, there’s a difference.” Aaron joked, before taking a sip of his beverage. 

“Wow, okay.” Kelvin said, playfully rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. “I bet I can get her to talk to me, everyone loves me.”

Aaron’s eyebrows raised as he stopped himself from uttering another smart remark to his friend. “Whatever you say man.” 

Kelvin and Aaron continued going back and forth, betting on whether or not Kelvin would be able to have a full conversation with you. After a long argument, the two men decided to bet only $100 if Kelvin could get you to talk to him before the night was over. 

“Where are y’all going after this?” 

“Dinner at Grand Lux.” 

“Perfect, we’ll chat over dinner, I’ll pay for her food.” Kelvin said. “I’ll even offer to take her home cause I’m a gentleman.”

You danced with your girls as the three of you stood a few feet away from the DJ booth. You all moved your hips to the beat, flipping your hair over your shoulders and hyping each other up one at a time. It took you a few minutes to get comfortable on the dance floor. All it had taken was the DJ playing your favorite song “Where Them Girls At by Megan Thee Stallion” and you were falling into your own rhythm with your friends being your personal hype girls. 

“Okay Y/N, it’s about time you popped out girl!” Tati yelled over the loud music. 

“I know right!” Jamie said. “She’s finally having a good time after keeping herself in the house, hiding out from the world.” 

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, laughing at your friends. 

Tati looked over where Aaron stood with Kelvin and her eyes almost jumped out of her head. “How the hell did you manage to get Grandpa out of the house?” Tati asked, still dancing to the music. 

“I told him if he did this favor for me then I’d do one for him all night.” Jamie responded with a smirk on her face. 

You and Tati rolled your eyes, instantly catching onto exactly what Jamie had been referring to. 

“I don’t wanna start nothing but his friend has been starin’ at Y/N since she walked in.” Tati said, looking over at Chelsea. 

“He’s still staring as we speak.” Jaime said. 

You all turned to look over to see him staring. The two men waved at you once more which caused you to quickly turn your attention back to your friends. 

“I’m not interested.” You said, trying to hide yourself from his gaze. 

“Come on Y/N, it’s been forever since the breakup.” Jamie said. “Plus he’s super cool, he has a beautiful smile and he is funny as hell, just your type! He and Aaron have been friends for years, I think you should talk to him.”

“I’m good Jamie, besides it’s your night. I didn’t come out looking for a man.” You said, trying to take the attention off of you and revert it back to the birthday girl. 

Tati and Jamie exchanged a knowing look between one another but decided to leave the situation alone. After you found out about your ex-boyfriend cheating on you with an old friend, you slowly sank into a deep depression. You stopped going out, stopped answering phone calls and stopped caring about how you looked or what you wore. What was only supposed to be a few months of recovery from the break up, ended up being an entire year of hiding out. 

However, thanks to your friends Jamie and Tati, you were slowly coming back to yourself. Although you weren’t the life of the party type of girl, you always managed to have a good time when you were with them. You were shy, you were reserved, and sometimes a bit reluctant when it came to going after the things that you wanted. But somehow, you’d always find yourself neglecting your shyness and converting to your “alter ego”. 

Jamie was well aware of your ability to let loose but because it rarely occurred you guys never spoke about it. Jamie had been the only person to know about your “other side” until you introduced that part of you to your now ex-boyfriend. Due to the fact that he’d taken advantage of you, completely betraying your trust and acting as if you meant nothing to him, this made you never want to introduce that part of herself to anyone ever again… especially a man. 

“Aaron’s outside waiting for us. We’re heading downtown to Grand Lux after we leave here.” Jamie announced to the two of you. 

You both nodded and made your way to the bathroom holding hands as you broke through the crowd of people. Each of you took a look in the mirror before applying another layer of gloss, fluffing your hair and entering the stalls to finish your business. 

You stood in the stall and took a few deep breaths attempting to mentally prepare yourself for dinner at Grand Lux. Your nerves were getting the best of you. You had managed to avoid men, not even giving them the smallest of conversation. But you knew that there would be no ending the night without interacting with Kelvin. 

‘God please don’t let him sit next to me. He is too damn fine.’ You thought to yourself. 

“Y/N you alright in there?” Tati said, banging on the stall door. 

“Yeah, I was just checking my phone.” You replied, raising your foot to flush the toilet. 

You stepped out of the stall and made your way to the sink to wash your hands. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and turned to Jamie. After running down the route to the restaurant and approximately how long it’ll take to get there, the three of you were all set and ready to go. 

“What took you all so long?” Aaron asked, staring down at Jamie. 

“Girl stuff.” She replied as she took his hand and stepped into the all black truck, taking a seat directly behind his chair. 

Aaron stood and helped you and Tati into the truck as well before closing the door and getting into the driver's seat. 

“Babe, where’s Kelvin?” Jamie asked. 

“He’s going to meet us there.” Aaron responded, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the club's parking lot. 

The three of you fell into conversation completely ignoring the fact that Aaron was upfront, able to hear every word. 

“You’re not nervous are you?” 

“No it’s just that-“ You began, “It’s been so long, too long, since I’ve even looked at a guy. I don’t think I’m ready to entertain someone right now.” 

“Look, nobody is saying you have to take him seriously or get with him to see if he’s husband material.” Tati said. 

“Right!” Jamie agreed. “Just have a little fun with him. There’ll already be a friend there for Tati and now there’s a friend for you.” 

You looked between the two girls unsure of what to say next. You were contemplating on whether or not you should take their advice or continue to avoid men who showed any interest in you. Letting out a breath, you sat back in your seat and nodded, deciding to take one for the team. 

“He's a pretty cool guy.” Aaron casually stated, interrupting you guys’ conversation. The three of you snapped your heads in his direction, completely confused on why he was even entering the conversation to begin with. 

“Sorry.” He said, looking into the rear view mirror quickly before returning his eyes to the road. 

“He is a cool guy though.” Jamie said, turning to you. “Trust me, you’ll have fun.” 

‘They’re right, just have fun. Nothing serious.’ You thought. 

“Okay, let’s see how the night goes.” You  finally said, causing your friends to both squeal in excitement. 

You all sat around a large table enjoying your meals and joining in conversations. Jaime sat next to Aaron who sat next to Kelvin who sat next to you…  who had been picking over your food since it arrived at the table. Your nerves wouldn’t allow you to even take a nibble of the pasta that sat in front of you. 

Kelvin had tried his hardest to get you to engage in conversation but it wasn’t going too well. Your short responses never left room for the conversation to go any further, eventually leading to an awkward silence after each attempt. 

“Ow!” You yelped, reaching down to rub your knee after you felt a sharp heel kick you. 

“You okay?” Kelvin asked, looking over at you in concern. 

You looked up at Tati who was staring at you with wide eyes. You frowned as you watched Tatis lips move without sound. 

“Say something!” Tati mouthed, moving her lips in exaggeration to be sure you understood her. 

“Yeah I’m fine, just moving too much I guess.” You responded with a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t scare you did I?” 

“Nah, of course not.” Kelvin stated. “It’s okay though, I’m always bumping into stuff.

Kelvin’s attempt at easing the embarrassment he saw in your face had worked as a small smile crept onto your face. 

“So how was it starring in such a classic film?” You asked, looking over at him. You could see the shock in his face before it quickly washed away. He couldn’t believe you were actually asking him a question after thirty minutes of him playing 21 questions with you. 

“Man it was so much, let me tell you about it.” Kelvin instantly fell deep into the story of how it felt to be working with some of the most talented people in the industry. You were so caught up in his storytelling, you didn’t notice the waiter place a tall martini next to your water that had gone untouched. You could see Jamie’s hand waving at you from the corner of your eye. 

“I got you a drink!” She whispered, trying her hardest not to interrupt your talk with Kelvin. 

Leaning up from the table, you reached over to grab the drink and began taking small sips from the glass. After a few more minutes of engaging in conversation, and another martini, you were feeling the effects of the alcohol. The more Kelvin spoke, the more it was hard to focus on his eyes because his lips were catching your attention with every word he said. Your eyes slightly fell low as they landed on his lips and then back onto his eyes. The expression in your face didn’t go unnoticed as Kelvin slowly stopped talking, watching your eyes dart slowly back and forth between his mouth and his eyes. 

You weren’t doing this on purpose but it was something about you and your liquor that just brought out that other side of you. You could feel a slight throbbing between your legs as he slowly pressed his back against his chair. He was slightly matching your energy, unsure if he was doing too much or if he was even in control of what he was doing. It was as if the more he stared at you, the less power he had over his own body. 

”Why did you stop talking?” You asked, genuinely confused as to why he became so silent. 

“Uh, I don’t even know.” He said, sitting up straight and snatching his eyes off of you. He looked down at his plate and then back over to you before quickly tearing them from your gaze again and looking elsewhere. You placed your elbow onto the table and rested your chin in your hand.

“I would love to hear the rest if you’re still interested in telling me about it.” Your voice had become a bit calm, almost too calm. Kelvin was struggling with keeping his eyes on yours, your gaze was too intense for him. He had sensed the shift in your energy and was completely taken aback by the effect it was having on him. 

“Uh yeah, sure. I- uh,” He started, pushing himself further into the table, trying to hide what was happening below his waist. Kelvin was few seconds too late, seeing as though you had already noticed the slight bulge in his pants. You licked your lips as the images of him fucking your throat invading your thoughts. 

“Y/N, we’re getting ready to leave. You coming?” Jamie asked, raising her brows hoping you would say…

”Actually, Kelvin’s gonna take me home.” You said, before looking at him. “You’re okay with that right?”

”Yeah, for sure.” He nodded quickly, still refusing to meet your eyes. 

“Okay girl, you two be safe!” Tati winked at you, hinting at your drive home and any other activities that may take place between you and Kelvin. 

The ride to your apartment was silent, mainly because Kelvin was at a loss for words. He was excited to talk to you, he had looked forward to it since he laid eyes on you at the club but for some reason he was feeling too many things that would contradict his claim at being a gentleman.

The same trance he was in at the club had managed to creep back up on him. Only it had been more intense, a bit more than he could handle. Having you close up, staring into his soul was damn near hypnotizing. He wasn’t a man who shied away from anything but you had him feeling nervous to look over at you, afraid he might fall into the trance all while driving. He didn’t wanna fall victim to your eyes once again.  

”You know, I was nervous to talk to you at first.” You said, looking over at him as he drove.

”Really?” He asked. “Why is that?”

”It’s just been a while since I’ve talked to a guy.” You turned your body toward him causing him to look out the corner of his eye. “Something as simple as casual conversation seemed like too much to handle but you're really easy to talk to.”

”That’s good to hear, I’m glad I could ease some of the tension.” He said, smiling slightly. 

“Can I ease yours?” You could tell this question caught him off guard as you felt your body jerk against the seatbelt. He had accidentally pressed the break a bit too hard, making you both lean forward a bit. 

“Sorry.” He laughed nervously, quickly looking over at you then back to the road. “I’m not feeling any tension right now.”

”I can see it.” You said, dropping your eyes to his crotch before returning them back to his face. 

“I mean but I’d like to think of myself as a gentleman. I just met you, you just met me.” Kelvin was babbling, panicking at your sudden change in demeanor. You had managed to go from timid to down right audacious, completely catching him off guard. He didn't know what to think at this moment, let alone what to say. You smirked to yourself, enjoying the power you were having over him. You had been so hung up on saving the other side of you for someone special, completely neglecting the fact that you deserved a good time as well. Who said you couldn’t let that other part of you come out and play for just one night? 

“Can you multitask?” You asked, sitting up in the passenger seat. 

“Uh, yeah. Why?” Kelvin said, shifting his gaze between you and the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he tried to imagine what you were about to do. 

You smirked before undoing your seatbelt and sitting up on your knees, lightly leaning over the armrest. Kelvin’s eyes cut to the corners as he watched you reach for his belt. The sound of the buckle jiggling was the only sound in the car as you worked on pulling his dick out of his pants. 

“You don’t wanna um- wait until um- the car is parked?” Kelvin asked nervously, still struggling to keep his eyes on the road. 

“No.” 

You pulled at the waist of pants until his dick sprang up. You bit down on your lip as you looked down at it. It was exactly what you expected, thick and veiny. You bent down and wrapped your lips around the head earning a sigh of satisfaction from Kelvin. Quickly coating the head with your saliva, you leaned down even further to take in more of him. He reached over to run his hand down your ass, pressing his fingers against the wet spot in your panties. 

You bobbed your head up and down, feeling his legs underneath you jump a bit. He was having a hard time keeping his speed consistent. Each time you took all of him in he’d press the gas harder, causing your body to rock a bit from the jerk of the car. 

“Fuck!” He spat, slapping your ass before running his fingers down your center. Moving as quickly as he could without interrupting his driving, he hooked a finger underneath your thong and pulled it around your ass cheek. 

Lifting up a bit, you moaned in excitement already knowing what he was going to do. 

“I thought you were a gentleman?” You asked playfully. 

“I am.” He responded. 

Kelvin dipped a finger into your folds, biting down on his lip at how wet you were. You were so tight around his finger, he could only imagine how good you were gonna feel around his dick. 

You took him back into your mouth, slurping and sucking while he fingered you. You wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and ran your tongue along the underside, focusing most of your attention on the head. You noticed how his breathing changed when you did this, listening carefully as he took in a sharp breath. 

Finally catching a red light, he gently pressed his foot against the break and snatched his hand from the wheel. You yelped lightly as you felt his hand against the back of your neck, pushing your head up and down on his dick. He sat back and rested his head against the driver's seat, cursing from the narrow feeling of your throat. 

He pushed two fingers into your pussy and rolled his wrist, pushing them back and forth into you. His fingers matched the pace of his hand on your neck. A groan left his lips as he heard the sounds your pussy was making, wet and creamy from the taste of him along your tongue. 

So caught up in the scene before him, he sat up quickly when he heard a car behind him honk their horn. He placed his hand back onto the steering wheel and pressed the gas. 

“I’m fucking you up when we get to your house.” He said, removing his fingers from your pussy and slapping your ass a few more times. 

“You promise?” 

You assumed the position on your queen size bed, all fours with your ass in the air. You rocked your hips a bit making your ass jiggle as Kelvin stood behind you eyeing you with low eyes. You were both completely undressed, only space and opportunity standing between the two of you. Kelvin stood just a few feet from the bed, dick standing at full attention as he licked his lips in anticipation.  

“You gonna stare at my ass all night or you gonna fuck me up like you said?” You smirked, looking over your shoulder at him. 

He walked up to you and placed a hand on your back as he positioned himself right at your entrance. Slowly thrusting his hips forward, he pushed his dick into you cursing underneath his breath at how tight you were. You both shut your eyes, taking in the feeling of one another. He was so thick, stretching you just right with every inch. You pussy fluttered a bit, trying to adjust to his girth.  

“So fucking tight.” He said, gripping both sides of your hips. 

Without hesitation, he thrusted in and out of you, staring down at your ass as it jiggled from impact. Your hands dug into the sheets, gripping them tightly as your body rocked with each stroke he gave you. You coated his dick so well, the creaminess pushing to the base with every thrust. 

“Look at that shit.” He said, slapping your ass to watch it jiggle even more. “You hear that pussy baby?”

“Yes!” You let out in an exaggerated breath. You could hardly focus on his words. Your eyes were barely open as you surrendered to the pleasure he brought you. You felt his hand creep up your back and grip onto your neck. In a quick motion, he pressed your face into the mattress, slamming his hips into yours repeatedly. 

The only sounds in the room were your loud moans, the gushy noise coming for your pussy and his skin slapping against yours. You felt your walls begin to ache around him, a release threatening to escape your hole. 

“Ohh fuucck.” You whined, your words getting lost in the sheets your face was buried in. 

“I feel that shit coming.” Kelvin was already catching on to your reflexes. He could feel your walls contract around his dick as you grew wetter with every stroke. “Cum on that dick baby.” 

“Fuck yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” You yelled, encouraging him to fall even deeper into you. 

He lifted a leg onto the bed, never ending the rhythm that was sending you into a frenzy. His balls slapped against your clit, working you over twice more than before. The creaminess that dripped from your hole accompanied by the pressure from his heavy balls kept you from coming down so soon. 

You were already feeling another climax building. The sensitivity from your clit alone made it easy for your orgasm to seep through. Your eyes rolled into your head as your grip on the sheets tightened. 

“Daddy, I’m cummin’ again!” You cried through gritted teeth. Your tone was a mixture of pleading with him and begging for more. You wanted him to let up a bit to give you time to bounce back from the first orgasm but at the same time it felt too good to let go of. Your body shook underneath him as he squeezed your hips, holding you in place to prevent you from running. 

“You wanted me to fuck you up right?” He asked, taunting you all while you were cumming. 

“Yes!” You yelled. 

“Take this dick then.” 

You bit down on the sheets, moaning loudly as he continued fucking you. You weren’t a fan of tapping out but damn you just needed a few seconds to catch your breath. But he wasn’t granting you that anytime soon. He was fucking you like he had something to prove. Yes he was a gentleman but he also knew how to make you weep in more ways than one. 

The more he thrusted into you, the more you ran from his strokes, eventually ending up flat on your stomach. He pulled out of you and climbed on to the bed, laying on his side right next to you. He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, pressing your back against his chest. 

“Put that dick back in.” He said, his lips slightly brushing against your ear lobe. 

You reached down and grabbed his dick, rubbing the tip through your slippery folds. You were trying to use this time to recoup and come back into reality. You could hear the sticky sounds your pussy was making each time you ran his dick in between your lips, loving how much he had managed to get you to make a mess in such a small amount of time. 

“Stop playing with me.” He spat, slapping your ass aggressively. 

You moaned from the slight pain and finally positioned his tip right at your entrance, pushing his dick back into you. He grabbed onto your leg, placing his hand into the bend of your knee as he thrusted into with full force. His other arm snaked under your neck and yanked your head back. He rocked his hips back and forth, lifting your leg more and more with each thrust. 

“Why that pussy so wet for me mama?” He spoke directly into your ear as he stared down at you. Your eyebrows were curled, mouth agape while his dick slid in and out of you. 

“I don’t… I-“ You tried to get it out but gave up just as soon as you started. 

He reached down and placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing it in circles. His dick pressed against your G-spot repeatedly while his fingers toyed it from the outside. Your body grew weaker as you fought the urge to hold it in any longer. 

“Feel. So. Good.” You moaned breathlessly in a rhythm with his strokes. Your hand gripped onto his arm that had a firm hold around your neck. 

“Fuck, I’m about to cum in this pussy.” He moaned. 

Kelvin closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to the side of your face. His breath lightly brushed against your jaw as you felt it increase. His fingers continued playing with your clit, feeling your pussy cream on his dick. The way you were taking him in, so wet and gushy, made it hard for him to last any longer than he wanted to. You could feel his dick jump inside of you, instantly pulling another orgasm out of you on the spot. 

“I’m cummin’!” You cried out. 

“I’m cummin’ with you baby.” He said, grabbing onto your leg. He gave a few more powerful strokes until you felt the warmth of his seed fill you. 

“Shit.” 

You both laid in place, chests rising as you fought to catch your breath. You blinked slowly, feeling your body slip into a well deserved slumber before Kelvin placed a kiss on your neck and lightly tapped your thigh. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet baby, I wanna spend the rest of my night with you before I go.” He said, bringing you out of a sleepy fog. 

(Please excuse any mistakes! 🩵)

[koaflower]

kunigami breeding kink…yeah 💝

kunigami rensuke !

with a breeding kink ⋆｡°✩

includes. afab!reader. GRAPHIC smut. aged-up kunigami. breeding kink, stomach bulging, full nelson (sex position), slight choking, post-wildcard kunigami.

a/n. YAYY first kuni fic! wrote this while high so it’s 10x more unhinged. thanks for the req! hope you’re a freak anon.

word count. 639

you’re not sure what your boyfriend underwent during his three week stay in blue lock—had no idea what could’ve possibly produced those hollowed-out eyes and gaunt cheeks, but one thing was clear:

he’s changed.

and you’re too busy clawing at his biceps to ask, spit dribbling down your lips as he fucks you wide open.

“shit. missed this,” he grunts, cock pummeling in and out of your slick folds, one hand pinching your clit between two calloused fingers as he ruts up into you. your spasming cunt is molding around the shape of his length, sloppy thrusts hitting your sweet spot over and over. “so fuckin’ tight.”

he’s fucking you like a man, starved, taking what he wants while your mixed fluids drip down his thighs. his hand is pressed over your stomach, where he’s certain there’s a slight bulge forming from the imprint of his length kissing your cervix.

“nghhh..! harder, kuni. fuck!” you choke out as his bicep squishes your cheeks together, his other arm hooked under your leg as your pussy greedily gobbles every inch of his thick shaft. you’re gasping for air, trying to keep your head upright, his balls slapping against the supple curve of your ass.

kunigami fucks into you at a brutal pace, the veins of his dick sliding against each spongy ridge in your walls. “like when i breed this stupid cunt?” he growls, cradling your head so your neck isn’t stiff and craning.

“gonna remember my shape for days.” his hand trails down to wipe at your slick. you can hardly make out the glistening strands on his fingers, eyes half-lidded and bleary as he holds them up to the light. “shit, look at this. making such a mess. you… hngh… like this?” his voice is a low rasp, cut short by ragged breaths as you clench around him tighter.

you nod vigorously, conscious enough to do just that. “uh-huh! love it! r-right there! mmf!” kunigami shifts you onto your side, prying your legs open like a rag doll. “here?” he asks, slamming his hips up to meet yours until you’re sobbing in ecstasy. he hasn’t fucked you like this in so long, always too caught up in the notion of playing superhero—of catering to everyone’s needs and disregarding his own. so you wouldn’t mind, right? if he took back a bit of liberty, filled you up with his sticky, hot seed and made your stomach bulge with his babies. just the way he likes.

he’s stretching you sideways as wet slick pools onto the sheets. “take it. gonna give you my fucking babies. that okay with you?”

“hahh..! what? ah, fuck—give it to me. all of, hngh… it.” you can hardly think, so full of his dick as he adjusts his hips and pushes deeper. he almost cracks a smile at your pathetic cry, tongue sliding along the sweaty column of your neck. “yeah? want more? shit, take it.”

his thumb flicks over your clit and then stars bloom behind your eyelids, a violent tidal wave crashing over your body as you scream. you’re so tight, milking him dry like your pussy was made for him. it doesn’t take long before he’s pumping you full with his seed, thick spurts of cum painting your womb white. your chest is heaving, body humming with exhaustion when he finally untangles himself from you.

kunigami tilts your head to the side, amused by your weary expression. “what, you waitin’ for a hero?” he huffs, fingers shoveling his cum back into your dripping hole. “don’t let any of it spill out, yeah?”

“w-wait, kuni. what—” the thought of you, pregnant and round with his children, is enough to make his cock spring back to life. he silences you with a chaste kiss, tip nudging against your entrance as he moves your legs open again.

“sorry, y/n. won’t save you this time.”

[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe (gojo is an idiot) MDNI - 4 parts (I THINK) in this chap-explicit sexual content, oral (m and f recieving) light angst, lots of feelings developing, Satoru is a lil shit but he's tryingg, cumplay, creampie, cervix kisses, mating press, flashbacks of their past rivalry- WC- this chap- 11k ( a lil longer one for ya) art in the banner by Yuana on X

Comments and reblogs so appreciated if you enjoyy <3 (extras here and here)

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Chapter Two

One Week later

“Are you… are you high!?” You whisper, as Satoru Gojo steps out of the back seat of his car, grinning up at you, sunglasses covering his eyes, but when he tilted them down, they’re bloodshot, he winces as the sunny day hits them, his head pounding.

Maybe going to a party last night was a bad idea?

Fucking Suguru and Sukuna.

“What? No! Do they have good food here!?” He’s eyeing the restaurant eagerly, tummy audibly growling. “I’m starving.”

“Satoru, tell me you’re not blitzed before we meet my parents.” You hiss between your teeth, crossing your arms under your breasts, just drawing even his faded attention to them.

“Those tits, god they keep getting-”

“Nope. Answer me.”

He whistles, shaking his head, before he grins once more, lopsided and far too charming. “No way, sweets. Straight as… a whistle?”

“A whistle?” Your raised brow shows your obvious confusion, you lean over to sniff him, smelling no pot however.

“Damn baby, right here?” He’s chuckling at his own joke, he may look like a million bucks in this gray Armani suit, so damn gorgeous it’s ridiculous. “I’m fine I swear, and ooh… don’t you look good.”

“Um… thanks?” He lowers those glasses as you lead him over to the stairs. It's bustling and busy, nice but casual, not what Satoru was used to, but when you explain it’s your favorite place, he’s intrigued. “This way, you’ve met my parents, yeah?”

“A couple times.” He pauses as you step in front of him, staring at that ass in this fucking sundress, making his already fucked up state worse, as he remembers the first time he noticed that ass.

*****

Four years ago

“Well hello, pretty.” Came the slow drawl of the voice behind you, it’s your first day of college, you’re so nervous but excited, this was a big opportunity for a girl like you, a full ride scholarship so elite. You look around, seeing the white haired man whistling as he stares at your ass, his sunglasses perched on his straight nose.

“Gojo?” You ask then, since you all met Senior year of high school, he’d certainly never called you pretty.

His blue eyes lock on yours over his shades, blinking then, thin brows together. “When did you get such a nice ass?”

“A nice what!?” You turn now, shoving at his chest, which almost makes you blush at just how built he feels.

You remember seeing him shirtless playing basketball, dribbling that and dunking in school, but the two of you never talked, you were the new girl Senior year and quiet, he was as popular as it got. This year, you want to have a life, have friends, not just be the shy girl.

You have a plan.

And he certainly can’t fuck that up.

“I didn’t know it was you, shit, you been like… doing squats or-”

“Can we not talk about my ass? Also how was I pretty from the back?” He’s grinning, bright white snarky little grin.

“I bet it’s pretty from the back-” Smack. “Ow, what the hell!?”

“You are an ass, Satoru Gojo.” A crowd gathers, gasping as Satoru takes off his shades, a red mark on his face.

“Give a girl a compliment and she smacks you for it!? Prissy little brat.”

“I don’t want your pervy compliments, manwhore.” You hear the oohs and whispers rolling more and more, as he crosses his arms, smirking like the little shit he is.

“Pervy? No, you should be honored to have them by me, goody goody.”

“Conceited jerk! Ugh!”

“Little nerd!”

“Me!? Don’t you play Digimon!”

“Yeah but you play DnD.” You cross your arms now, glaring up at the tall handsome jerk of a man, in his stupid blue polo that brings out his eyes, very unfortunately.

“DnD is classy.”

“Okay dungeon master.”

“Ugh!” You both stomp off in different directions, as everyone disperses, already talking about the two of you, people who never noticed you in high school now saw the girl who slapped ‘the’ Satoru Gojo.

Satoru’s friends, Suguru and Sukuna come up to him then, as he rubs his cheeks, and he sees Utahime talking to you. “Oh great, she’s talking to the number one Gojo hater.”

“She smacked the shit out of you, dude.” Suguru snorts, clearly blitzed, where his eyes are white they’re bright red. Satoru rubs his cheek, as you walk off, that nice ass in those jeans jiggling just so, while your hips sway.

“Just told her she had a nice ass.” He grumbles, Sukuna and Suguru lean their heads to the side, whistling, earning you looking back at the three men.

“Really!?” You cross your arms, and they all snort in laughter.

“They’re pigs, I know. Hey, we should sign up for the sorority, don’t you think!?” Utahime asks, you bite your lip nervously.

“A sorority?”

“You’d do great, baby.”

“Shoko!” You both hug her, as she sucks on the tip of her cigarette, looking back at the boys and laughing a bit.

“They’re still staring at your ass.”

“My god!” You take off your hoodie then, wrapping it around your hips, flipping the three of them off, Sukuna and Suguru laugh, but Satoru’s just staring, blue eyes far, far too much to handle.

Blue eyes you fell into when you first saw him.

Before he opened his mouth, that is.

*****

Present Day 

The memories fade off, when you head up the stairs to the rooftop restaurant where you were meeting your parents for lunch, and you hear a low whistle as you step up each stair. You turn, hand on the railing while the breeze whips your dress around just a bit, when you see him staring right at your ass.

“Satoru!”

“It’s getting bigger, pregnancy is kind of hot on you.” You gasp now, as he’s licking his lower lip, eyes traveling up your body.

“I’ll smack you!” You whisper, turning and leaning close, while his hand now comes to rest on your waist, feeling far, far too good.

“It’s a compliment, Pookie, relax.”

“I’m not your ‘Pookie’ and-” He pinches your ass now, earning his smack, but this time he dodges, before casually strolling up the stairs, hands in his pockets, as you’re fuming and stomping along next to him.

“You’re a brat.”

“A brat!?”

“Never could take a compliment for shit.”

“A big ass isn’t-”

“There you two are!” Your parents wave you two over then, and Satoru puts an arm around you with ease, waving and grinning, hand precariously close to the ass that has driven him insane since the first day of college.

“Hey guys!” You greet, grinning but whispering through your teeth. “I’m gonna kick your ass later.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time now.”

“Gojo! What a… surprise.” Your mom looks at you curiously, you haven’t told them yet, but surely seeing you with Satoru Gojo was a shock. He smiles with ease, taking her hand and kissing it with a wink, as if he’s a gentleman and not someone who just pinched your ass.

“Hey there, Gojo.” Your dad says now, shaking his hand, and you both sit across from them, as the pretty waitress flirts right with Satoru, he ignores her and has an arm draped around your waist.

He plays a very good boyfriend.

Maybe his arm feels a little too good?

Pregnancy hormones, surely.

“You don’t want mimosas?” Your mom asks curiously then, as the waitress offers the bottomless special, you shake your head, and Satoru’s blue eyes assess you carefully, your hand flitting to your stomach.

You already were sacrificing, sure it’s just drinks, but he’d gotten blitzed the fuck out last night, something about that feels off to him. He can’t pinpoint or place it, when you take his hand in yours, it feels too good, your warm hand so tiny compared to his own huge hands, he falters for a moment, mind all over the place until he sees the shock on your parents faces.

Oh shit.

You just told them!

“Pregnant!?” Your mom says far too loudly, and you see the curiosity of those around you, shushing her then. “What!? How?”

“You wanna know how? Take a guess mom.” Your eyes narrow, and then your mom sighs, as your dad still blinks in shock.

“With… Gojo?” Her assessment turns to Satoru then, who’s gulping down his own icy drink, some rainbow frozen concoction, so fast his head hurts, he holds it then, whimpering.

“Brain freeze, ouchie!” He’s screaming out, earning more looks, as your mom turns back to you, watching the six foot four man waving his arms like he’s caught on fire, a question on her lips.

“Him though? Honey…” You sigh then, standing up and cupping Satoru’s face then.

“Open up.” He opens his mouth now, as you press your thumb against the roof of his mouth, to the avid attention of the entirety of the rooftop now, when Gojo sighs in relief, blue eyes fluttering open, meeting yours.

“S’better!” He mumbles, you laugh then, you can’t help it, damn him if he’s not amusing and… freaking cute, pouting like a puppy around your finger.

“It’s a trick I learned.” He’s tempted to suck on your finger then, so much he kind of does, making you heat up, pulling back and wiping his drool off your dress, as you both sit back down, and your parents look at each other.

“Oh.” They both say then, making the two of you blink in confusion.

“Oh what?” You ask.

“I guess I see it now.” Your dad’s words fill you both with confusion, but you have to admit, it works in your favor, too.

“Yes we are… together.” You say softly, scooching your chair a little closer, when Satoru’s hand rests on your thigh, burning your skin with the contact.

Pregnancy hormones, right?

Nothing else… yeah?

“We are, and she’d like to keep it.” Gojo’s soft words surprise you, making you meet his gaze, wondering then- “Gonna be a Satoru junior!”

“Satoru junior!? What if it’s a girl?”

“Still Satoru. Oh wait, Satoruette.”

“Oh god,we are not naming it Satoruette!”

Your parents laugh then, and the tension eases, soon your dad is talking to Satoru, and they’re speaking on sports, of course Satoru was also a star basketball player, amongst everything else. That’s one area you never were not missing too much, you cheered of course but it was not really your passion, also every game seemed to be some argument between you two.

“Are you sure about this, kids are a big responsibility, especially financially.” Your mom’s words hit you hard, you know that of course, and don’t take it lightly. “We can help some but things are a little tight-”

“No mom, no. This isn’t for that, though you can totally buy them some cute little toys or clothes if you want.” Her eyes get misty, as your hands join over the table. “This is just to tell you. I can do this mom.”

“But honey, your career…”

“I can do it. I know I can.” She sighs now, leaning over and brushing your cheek, Satoru watches the affection then and hears her words.

“Then I’m proud of you, I always am.”

God, what would Satoru do if he heard those words?

His parents barely gave him affection growing up, always on this island or this cruise, this country or that destination, never acknowledging how hard Satoru worked, just informing him of his duty. Taking over the business, college was useless to a family like the Gojos, maybe a nice decoration for that sky high office building just waiting with his name on it.

No straight A’s, no winning games, nothing got one tenth of the affection you just got for something that’s essentially not the best thing at your age. No, your mom is proud of you, and he watches your tears flow down your cheeks, realizing he’s seen you cry a few times now, but never in four years, while you’re smiling tremulously at her.

“Thank you mom. I needed that.” You’re on her side of the table, hugging, as your dad clears his throat a bit.

“Gonna make an honest woman out of her?”

“Dad! Satoru, don’t listen. Old fashioned man.” You tease, wiping off your cheeks and smiling so brightly, the sun hits your skin, skin that’s just glowing, and it makes his breath catch for a moment.

You’re beautiful.

He always knew you were banging hot, a little pretty brat, but he never realized until that moment, with everything glowing about you, that you’re beautiful too, an inner beauty that makes his fogged brain clear for just a moment. The crush he’d had for so long suddenly shifts into something more, even moreso than after the night you two shared that led to this moment.

“Are you okay, they’re a little extra.” He notices you’re right then, looking over to your parents and shaking his head.

“They’re great actually.” The sincerity in his voice hits deeply, you smile over at your parents, then back at him.

“They are, huh?” You grin, so clearly devoted to your family.

How must that feel to be?

So loved.

“So… dinner in a few hours with your parents, right? Should I dress a certain way?” Satoru’s demeanor shifts, you frown a bit at it, touching his shoulder. “You okay, this is a lot.”

“I’m fine.” He needs another hit of that blunt or ten before he deals with his parents, however.

“Are you gonna continue basketball, Gojo?” Your dad asks, Satoru sighs, frowning and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t.” His words make you sick as you’re struggling to just keep water down, have you already fucked his dreams up?

“The baby…”

“No, no.” His hand sits on yours with far too much ease, like it’s been there in that spot for as long as you can remember, squeezing it. “Nothing to do with that. The family business.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, you were amazing though.” He smirks just a bit at that, you sure would never have said that back then.

“Ya think so?” You nod then.

“I was a shitty cheerleader.” He smiles.

“You were.”

“Hey!” You shove him playful\y, as the food is brought out, Satoru has ordered an obscene amount of food, already digging in. “Remember nationals?”

“Oh god yeah.”

Three years ago

Satoru and the team had almost won nationals already, and you and the cheerleading squad are on the sidelines, about to head into the center of the loud basketball court, the rubber of your cheer sneakers sliding just so, squeaky over the floor as you all prepare. Satoru has a bunch of girls all over him, snapping selfies, as he’d already secured their guarantee, so of course he was the MVP of the team.

You watched him avidly, how good he was, not that you’d admit it, especially as your fists go to your hips, preparing for the routine, and Satoru’s chuckling just a bit at you, smug expression on his stupid pretty face. You can’t stand him then, when he cups his hands over his face, shouting your name.

“You can do it.” He’s mocking, one thing you were not good at was fucking cheerleading. You couldn’t flip for shit and were afraid of heights, this was a terrible combination.

Some people laugh, as your friends pat your back, encouraging you. When the routine begins, and you’re up in the air, standing stiff, you panic, the room starts spinning damn near. You feel yourself lose balance, falling in front of a court with thousands of people watching.

And one loudly laughing.

You can’t cry, you can’t cry.

You brush off the helpful hands of your friends, hopping up and immediately regretting it, your entire body aches, and you see a bruise already forming along your knee, scraped up and dripping blood.

And he laughed at you.

God you can’t stand him.

You limp off when Satoru sobers up, seeing you’re clearly hurt, and runs towards you, pausing you before you run right out of there. “Funny, huh? You get a good laugh at me?”

You glare at him, eyes watery then, and he falters, instantly feeling terrible, he didn’t think you hurt yourself, and the fall was comical. It’s what you both did, make fun of each other, laugh and point when one of you fucked up, but even the side of your face has a blossoming bruise, which he touches, earning your trembling lip.

He’s never seen you cry.

“Are you crying?”

“Really, came here to mock me even now!?”

“No I…”

“I am not crying, and I’ll be fine. I quit.” You’re limping off, even when Satoru’s hands hit your waist, feeling far too good.

You shove it down, shove it all down.

“You quit, competitive ass no way.”

“I do.”

“C-can I carry you, to get it checked? The doc is here-”

“Carry me, what kind of joke is that, to make you look even better? The basketball court is full of quiet murmurs, many worried about you, and cooes of how sweet Satoru is. His blue eyes light up with fire as they narrow.

“You think I am asking to help so I look good.”

“You always care how you look. And you look perfect, you have the perfect life, and here I am - falling in front of a room - to you fucking laughing. I’m good.” You pull back from him, wincing in pain as your knee is swelling even more.

“You’re being a stubborn brat, you have to get checked. What if you-”

“Tell them I quit, if you wanna do anything for me. You won’t have to see me as often either, works out.”

“I…”

“Congrats on the win, I’m sure.” He watches you limp away, your friends running after you, eventually he walks back, your face haunting him.

Maybe if he didn’t taunt you?

Maybe if he didn’t laugh…

You clearly got hurt, thrown off maybe because of him, and he’s just left there, quietly informing the team you quit. When he’s back to his team, even they look at him a little seriously, his coach coming to tell him about sportsmanship, and how he shouldn’t laugh like that.

Satoru tried to apologize the next time he saw you, but instead of the banter, with your leg wrapped up, you turned and said nothing to him.

Shit he fucked up.

*****

Present Day

You are walking Satoru to his car, as you both have a few hours to go, while his mind whirls with regret, with memories of you. You had brought up nationals as a joke at how bad you were, but all it did was make him remember just how fucking horrible he was to you.

“What’s wrong, intense huh?” You look at him with concern he doesn’t really deserve, your dress blowing just a bit, earning you clutching some of the thin material in a fist.

“I was an ass that day. Nationals.” You look down now, taking a little breath, shaking your head.

“It probably looked funny-”

“No. I was an ass. I’m… sorry.” Your pretty face is frozen in shock, mouth wide open while you try to comprehend his words.

“You’re apologizing for something like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh…” You both stand there for a bit, when you remember how upset you were, god you two didn’t talk for months, a gnawing feeling growing.

Do you know him truly?

“Thank you for that. But, it’s the past, we shouldn’t dwell.” Your hand is soft on his shoulder.

“Pregnancy making you a mush.”

“Says you, apologizing for your past, like some Eboneezer Scrooge.”

“Pshh.” You both laugh a bit, before you clear your throat, dispelling some of the tension between the two of you.

“I’ll see you soon, Satoru.”

“Sounds good.”

Doesn’t sound good, his parents are not something he wants having you scrutinized, the cozy vibes of today will be long, long gone, he already knows.

******

“Holy shit… you’re… rich rich.” Satoru snorts, rolling his eyes as you two use the brass lion knocker that evening, twilight making the sky a myriad of purples and pinks, casting the softest glow.

“Yeah, the ‘richest in the state’.” He finds it all far too pretentious, but you can’t help but feel a mixture of intimidation, and awe, the high iron gates and gorgeous mansion in front of you, in the prettiest white with light blue there was, as if it was molded for Satoru’s color.

Could anything replicate his eye color?

Why are you thinking that way!?

“Are they alright with this?” You ask quietly, hearing the footsteps head towards the door, ever so slowly.

“They are… well you’ll see.” The tone, while he’s still blitzed the fuck out clearly, perhaps more, is dark for a simple dinner. “I already told them.”

“Oh… you did?”

“Yeah, when I found out, trust me, throwing you to the wolves is an understatement of my parents.” The door opens, after an uncomfortable long moment, the butler opens it and bows at his waist.

“Master Gojo, come come.” He claps his hands, nose literally up in the air like some damn commercial for ‘grey poupon’ or some shit. Satoru’s family home is even more beautiful on the interior, floors polished to a glassy sheen, white marble of course, along with dual winding steps, in crushed white velvet with mahogany rails.

Everything in here is impeccable, sparkling, chandeliers over head with the insanely high ceilings, you tilt your head back, to see the intricate work decorating it, swirls of gold and blue, like you’d see in old royalty. It doesn’t fit a damn LA home, as rich as the area is, no it’s damn near Versailles.

You swallow down a sudden lump of anxiety, when Satoru’s hand squeezes yours, gently, and you look at him. His eyes are slightly glazed, his jaw is tight, his grip reassuring, but the way he looks around, like he himself is uncomfortable in his own home, makes you realize how much he truly hates this place.

You never considered someone so privileged could feel this way, his utter disgust is clear as day. “I know, it’s overboard.”

“No, I mean it’s beautiful…” Your words trail off, because the butler has already led you to the dining hall, where a table so long it could fit fifty people is set for the four of you. You spot his mother and father at the end of the table, their expressions unreadable, but you know they’re sizing you up.

The chandeliers are dimmer here, the walls lined with paintings that belong in a damn art gallery, including a giant painting of Gojo, his father and you’re assuming his grandfather, so giant they take over the entire room. The atmosphere is so thick with tension in the air that you could feel your lungs crave fresh air.

Is this where he grew up?

The smell of surely a five star meal wafts over to you, but your stomach feels like it’s in knots, when you see the elaborate display, and you see Satoru’s mother. She’s got long silky white locks, but dark eyes, elegant and beautiful as she stands up, while his father has the exact shade of blue, Satoru is clearly the perfect mix of the two gorgeous people.

“Ah, Satoru, and you…” She addresses your name, a cold smile as she gestures for you to sit. “Come have dinner.”

“Pleased to meet you all, thank you.” You say politely, even as this feeling of being… in some petri dish under a microscope takes over. Satoru’s plopping down, making his father’s brows lower.

“Can’t pull out her seat?” He demands, and Satoru sighs, but you’re already sitting down.

“This looks so delicious, thank you.” You try to ease the tension, while you all follow into polite, menial conversation, their words feel practiced and hollow.

You think of your upbringing, a little cozy home, far from rich or fancy, but your mom cooked every night. And that little old kitchen table they still have, the one long past its prime, was filled with laughter, tears, or sometimes even lively debates between the three of you.

Not this.

“So, let’s cut to it.” You hear, while you’re nibbling on a bite of probably the best filet mignon you’ve had, but your fork clatters to your plate at his father’s words.

“Really, couldn’t give it twenty minutes?” Satoru’s words are icy cold.

You tense as you sit at the table, scrutinized to a tee, his mother and father’s eyes cooly assessing you up and down. “You have an amazing degree, lots of community activism, some sports it seems.”

“You… researched me?” You ask, his father shrugs.

“Of course we did, we need to know if you’re good stock.”

You nearly spit out your drink, Satoru’s jaw tenses so much you see a thin blue vein popping out from his jaw, pulsing under that skin. “She’s not an animal, the fuck you mean good stock. Are we breeding corgis?”

“You know what he meant.” His mom says, dabbing a handkerchief on her lips and sighing, leaning back to look at you. “She’s beautiful, and clearly intelligent, no record ever, unlike your long one.”

“Whatever a couple charges. And… so what, then she’s okay for your standard then?” Gojo says with a glare, as you heat up in embarrassment.

“She seems like she may be good quality, though her family isn’t exactly up to par.” You throw down your napkin then, standing, and Satoru curses, knowing you sure weren’t letting that slip. He murmurs your name, but you’re far gone.

“My parents are the best there are in the world.”

“They’re poor.”

“Poor!? They aren’t on the streets, they live in a fucking superb.”

“Bad language, check that off.” His mom murmurs, and Satoru blinks at their audacity, watching as his former rival - was it former? - fire sign brat - about to go unhinged, was so enjoyable his lips twitch in humor.

“Is there a checklist you’re keeping for me?” You demand, they look at Satoru then.

“She seems angry, is that usual?” His mom asks, earning Satoru’s smirk.

“She’s fiery is all.”

“Talk to me like I’m a person, stop acting like I’m a picture, someone who fits your son in your eyes.” They both falter a bit, watching while you’re crossing your arms now, he hears your heels click on the floor, echoing while he can clearly see the fury raging on your pretty face.

“We don’t disapprove.” His father says then, making you pause, as well as Satoru for a moment. “She… sorry, you seem like you have your life together. Squeaky clean, dean’s list, high up journalism opportunity. We are supportive of the two of you getting married.”

“Married!?” The two of you shout at once, you plop back down in your seat in shock, sipping water while they look at each other, then the two of you.

“Of course you’ll get married, the sooner the better before-”

“It’s not 1810, we won’t be getting married.” Satoru cuts in. “In the future perhaps, but it’s common for people to not marry.”

“That’s unacceptable for your position, and you know it. What sort of scandal would that cause?”

“Scandal this, image that, fuck it.” Satoru downs the glass of wine in front of him, shaking his head now as he answers his mother. “I’ll take care of the baby, but we aren’t getting married for your image.”

“I highly encourage you to change your mind, a marriage and baby would look good for the corporation.” Satoru rolls his eyes at his father’s words.

“Everything for the image, huh?” He smiles sadly, eyes hollow, and you realize then and there that you’ve never really known a damn thing about Satoru Gojo.

You pictured it, the rich boy he was, flaunting his wealth in shirts worth your bills for the month, how cocky and conceited he seemed, how foolish. But now it all starts clicking together like little puzzle pieces you can finally press together. How could he handle parents like this?

“We will help support the heir, regardless.” His mother says, a little softer, you watch as Satoru stands then, hands gripping the table tightly.

“I don’t need help, and we are not royalty, as close as you think we are, don’t call it the ‘heir’ please. I think I’m… full though. You?” He holds out a hand and you nod, placing yours in his, while his parents stand across the elegant banquet table as well, stiff and stuck up… and just cold.

“Satoru, we aren’t displeased you’re having the child, just the way you’re going about it. It’s uncouth.” His father’s words make him squeeze the fuck out of your hand, while he pulls you to stand.

“Uncouth huh?”

“You’re uncouth all together, you always are. When you’re supposed to be the pride of the family.” You glare now, yanking Satoru around, until you stand directly in front of his parents.

“Guess what, I’m proud of him, even if you aren’t, okay?” They gasp at your audacity, but Satoru just blinks, staring at you.

“You’re a mouthy little girl, aren’t you?” You laugh then, right at his mother, shaking your head.

“You’re going to be grandparents, you should focus on becoming good ones, huh? Not financially, either. Focus on being someone we can feel good about you being in their lives, about the coming over.”

“Well, we won’t watch the baby. We could pay for a nanny-”

“No.” You cut his mother off again. “All due respect Mr. and Mrs. Gojo, you need to get it together if you want to be in this baby’s life. No nannies, no being uppity, you need to support your son, okay?”

“We-”

“No, I mean really support him. He got straight A’s, he was a star basketball player, leader of his fraternity, now he’s stepping up to care for his baby. What more did you need to be proud of!?”

Satoru speaks your name again, tugging at you, while his parents frown then, staring at each other. “We should go.”

“Thank you for dinner, Mr. and Mrs Gojo. I hope I can see you all again.” You say now, holding out your hand, firmly shaking each of theirs, before you let Satoru pull you away, steps echoing through the elegant halls on those marble floors. Pretentious statues staring at you both the whole way, you can feel him, seething. “Shit, I said too much, I’m sorry…”

“Will you stop?” He’s pulled you past the door man now, until the two of you are finally outside, so he can breathe.

“How do you even handle them?” Your question makes Satoru laugh, without humor, while you all stand in front of the Gojo mansion, the night breeze swirling around the two of you, the moon so full and bright it’s illuminating his perfect skin.

“How do I handle them…” He’s shrugging a broad shoulder now, as the two of you wait for the car to arrive. “I didn’t have to very often, they weren’t around.”

“No wonder you…”

“No wonder I what?” He whispers, raising a thin brow now, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I shouldn’t say anything.”

“No, when have you ever held back, hmm little preppy ass brat?” It’s your turn to glare, crossing your arms.

“I wasn’t attacking you here, I was trying to be understanding, to… just try to get you, okay?”

“Why, do ya feel bad for me?”

“No!” You do though, shit. You feel horrible that those are his parents, not that they are cruel, they don’t care about him as anything other than a figurehead.

“Don’t feel bad, I have everything I ever wanted, right?” He uses your own words in the past against you, making you falter, blinking rapidly. “What’s that display, though, playing a girlfriend so well?”

“What display?”

“That you’re ‘proud of me’ or whatever.” He’s mumbling now, looking away from you, making the clenching in your tummy worse. “That’s feeling sorry.”

“That’s defending you, okay?” His eyes catch yours, more feelings than you ever expected to see from Satoru Gojo, eyes that were arrogant were swirling with more emotions than you could fathom.

“I don’t need you to.” You scoff now, shaking your head, biting on a lower lip he’s dying to kiss, a mouth he wants to devour, with every puff of breath in the cool night, he sees goosebumps along your shoulders and arms. He should offer you his fucking jacket, he should…

You’re touching his face, hand cool on his heated cheek, as you glare right up at him, making him ache to pull you against him. “If we are going to raise a baby together, we need to do a lot better than them. And we can do better, okay? I know you can.”

Satoru exhales at your words, blinking back emotions. “How do you know?”

“I just know, you’ll be more involved, you’re not like them, alright? You’re arrogant, you annoy me, you're a perverted little shit.” He laughs a bit, softly now, big hand wrapping your delicate wrist, easing off his face, but not letting it go. “But you’re not them, you’re just… Satoru.”

“Shit.” He pulls you against his hard chest, making you both falter, your own eyes darting to his lips, far too close when he leans down.

If he kisses you, you’ll melt.

“Say something dumb or pervy.” You whisper, he grins now, shaking his head, while his hand slips down your waist.

“There’s been one thing on my mind looking at you-” The car pulls up now, and he clears his throat, hands slipping down your cool arms. “Time for you to go home. Do you want me to ride with you?”

You nod then, sliding into the back of the black car with him, as he sends the address to the driver’s gps, leaning back, arm over the seat, so close to you, his long legs spread wide, brushing on your still chilled skin. You feel the warmth of him, as you fall into an uncomfortable silence, you can’t stop wondering about him, the boy you thought you knew.

You turn your head to find him staring right at you, openly, not the ogling stare of before, no it was so different. Contemplative, studying, heating you up everywhere it touches like his hands themselves are touching you, burning a trail everywhere they land, in the quiet dark of the car.

“What is it?” You murmur, biting back a moan when his hand touches your thigh, feeling so good you almost fail at concealing it.

“Beautiful, that’s what I’ve thought all day.” Your cheeks heat up, you look away then, words you’d never expect Satoru to say.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful. Okay?” His fingers brush your hair back, off your collarbone, trailing them across it then, as your chest rises and falls with every breath. “I can’t stop thinking about it, shit I always knew you’re drop dead gorgeous, but I guess today is the first moment I thought it.”

“You can’t-”

“I do mean it. Glowing, fuck.” He’s too close then, and you’re gulping, throat suddenly dry, inhaling that hundred dollar a spray cologne, intoxicating as it fills your senses.

“Satoru…” He’s exhaling, breath hot against your lips, lips you’ve bitten to death in attempts to hold back, what’s glimmering to the surface.

“We hate each other, I don’t want that, not for this baby.”

You blink rapidly, your own hand slipping up his chest, feeling his heart race as it does. “I don’t want it either. I want them to have loving parents, even if we’re not together.”

Together.

Satoru’s never dated, he’s had women in and out of his bed since he turned eighteen, sometimes multiple girls in one night, chasing some feeling that he has never gotten, except with you. But even after that night, he never contemplated it, dating someone, being with them, was he worthy of that, especially with you? He couldn’t even give you his jacket.

Suddenly he takes it off, making you giggle when he wraps you with it. “It’s not cold inside the car, silly.”

“I suck, I’m an idiot and… I am not a gentleman, at all.”

“Satoru…” He shakes his head as you cut him off.

“No, it’s true. I was fucked up before an important day for us, and I couldn’t even give you my jacket tonight when I saw you freezing.” You pull it closer, when he’s brushing a hand under it, right on your waist, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re doing fine all things considered, I wasn’t kidding. I am proud that you stepped up, it means a lot to me, okay?”

“Don’t be so nice.” You glare, making him moan softly at how sexy you always are when you do.

“You’re being nice, too.”

“I know. Everything I’m thinking, though baby?” He’s got his other hand entangled in your hair, and you can’t stop the soft cry from escaping your lips. “It's filthy.”

“Filthy, huh?” Your voice is just a breathy whisper, he can't stop thinking just how cute you are.

“You can’t begin to imagine what I’m thinking. Seeing these rock hard all fucking day, so full already.” He’s gripping your tits then, squishing one in his palm, and a thumb brushing over it, making your hips roll, pressing your eager cunt against the seat, dying for the friction, while he’s so close you can taste him. “They want to get sucked on, don’t they sweetheart?”

You nod wordlessly, earning Satoru’s moan as he presses you down on the seat then, his own jacket falling under you, hand pushing down your dress, revealing your pretty breasts to his view. You gasp when he brushes his thumb on them, bare, lowering his snowy head, and you’re frozen there, trying to remember all the years you hated him, he hated you.

Why can’t you think of anything but how bad you want him?

“Shouldn’t I take care of you, too? Don’t you ache baby?” He’s murmuring, mouth hovering, as he just barely brushes his lips on them.

“S-sensitive…” He presses another kiss, and your hands entangle in his silky locks, cunt so wet it’s making your panties sticky.

“Sensitive, then do you want me to make them feel good?”

“Should we… ah!” He’s lapping at your nipple with his talented tongue, swirling your nipple, and your moan fills the car, to the point you’re sure poor Kiyotaka could hear you, making you slam a hand on your mouth. Satoru chuckles, little shit that he is, lapping at the other one.

“You want it so bad, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He sucks your nipple into his hot mouth, you can’t stand just how good it feels, your hand entangling in his locks, pulling him off, as your chest heaves with your labored breaths, and he hovers an inch above you.

“Is it just… sex then? Do we just have amazing sex?” He smirks now.

“It was amazing? That’s the first I heard.”

“You know it was, arrogant ass. For me I mean.”

You falter a bit, you’re sure Satoru’s more experienced, you’ve watched him have more girls on him at once than men you’ve known. Satoru sees your hesitance, pressing a kiss on your lower lip now, nipping it slowly with his teeth, unleashing the heat in your core, until you’re throbbing with need.

“You felt so good wrapped around me.” You whine out at that, as he presses kisses to each corner of your mouth, gripping your breast again, heavy weight over you, his words and caresses making you pulse now. “Felt you cumming, so tight, think I don’t wanna be back inside you?”

“Shit… this is insane.” You’re shaking your head, when he kisses down your neck, back arching up for more. “If we are going to… we’d have to be exclusive, for the safety of the baby. So you really better think about this. At least while I’m pregnant.”

As if Satoru had been with anyone since you.

“I wouldn’t put the baby at risk.” Your eyes lock, noses brushing against each other, while he touches your tummy, feeling the slight roundness just barely already, making him lose his mind.

“While I’m pregnant I mean… if you do want anyone else and want this to stop… just tell me so I know?” He nods, unable to say the words, that he just wants you.

“Guess what?” His husky voice resonates in your ears, like he’s speaking to your pussy directly.

“W-what?”

“I can cum so deep inside your tight little cunt, all you want. ” His words fuck your brain, what was left of it, his fingers brushing on your slick heat now. “Fuck, you’re soaked, you like that thought huh.”

“It’s just hormones, mnh!” He’s laughing at your attempt.

“Hormones hmm?” You nod weakly, then cry out as he sinks two fingers in your pussy, pressing up in those gummy walls, that spot that has you weak, seeing fucking stars.

“Fuck you for hitting it so quick-ah!” He’s smirking as he watches you, the sounds of your squelching wetness filling his ears, making him feral.

“Wanna cum on my fingers or my mouth?” Your lips part, brows together, uncomprehending his words.

“Y-you eat girls out?” He chuckles then, curling his fingers up inside you just so, as your slick pools down his hand, already gripping him like a vise.

“Do I seem so selfish?” You take several shaky breaths, eyes rolling back as he hits some spot even you don’t know about, bringing you higher and higher. “Think I don’t wanna bury my face between your thighs?”

“It’s… intimate…”

“You’re cute.” He’s kissing lower, lower, your thighs trembling when the car comes to a stop, and Satoru’s fingers are coated in your slick when he pulls them out, dripping off his fingers, when he sucks on them, making your jaw drop. “Fuck you taste s’good.”

“Jesus, hormones and you are dangerous.” He’s smirking, when you sit up, biting on your lip once more. “Do you wanna come inside?”

“Cum inside that pussy?” You roll your eyes.

“Oh never mind…”

“No, no, no! I do!” He follows you out of the car, while your hands tremble, trying to unlock the door, you both barely get in before your lips are all over each other, you keep thinking, this is insane.

Insane.

It’s just the situation, why he’s ripping that dress off you, leaving you naked and bare to him completely in moments with practiced hands, moaning softly when he sees your body fully, that night he hadn’t seen all of you. His hands grip your hips then, yanking you up like it’s nothing, right into his arms. You cling to him, kissing him desperately, still fully clothed, while he presses you on the door.

“Fuck me, please.” Your desperate plea alone makes him leak precum, while he stares at your gorgeous frame.

“You’re begging me? Never thought I’d see the day, preppy little brat.” Your glare just makes him harder, as you shove at him now.

“Satoru!”

“You’re demanding pregnant, aren’t you?”

“Oh my god just… shut up please…” You slam your lips on his, grinding shamelessly against his belt, that hits your clit just so, making him drop that persona for just a minute, how sexy you are, how good you feel. “God just fuck me.”

“Room?” You point weakly as he carries you, and you’re thrown right on your bed, he stands up then, pulling off his dress shirt, revealing that perfect body, glowing slightly with the moonlight filtering through your blinds. You sit up, yanking on his belt with shaky hands, yanking his pants down and revealing how hard he already is under his boxers.

Your body violently responds when you see how much he wants you, for some reason that means more than it should, than two people making the best of such an insane situation, tugging his boxers down until his cock springs free. You’re lapping at his pretty blushed tip before he can think, eyes looking up at him from lowered lashes, making him whimper from just that.

Satoru whimpering triggers something in you yourself, you’re sucking his veiny length, as his hands entangle in your hair, his head falling back, abdomen flexing while you take him deeper. “B-baby, fuck… taking it that good, huh?”

He’s mad you’ve ever done it.

He’s mad anyone’s even seen your eyes at this angle. God he can’t stop thinking how pretty they are, even as his cock throbs inside your hot mouth, and you suck him so fucking hungry. He can’t stop thinking of how gorgeous you are, how he’s not sure he even deserves this from you, like he’s in some fucking dream, sweet thoughts mixing with the wet sounds of you sucking him up.

He’s feeling the suction, your hot wet mouth so eager, when you touch your throbbing, needy clit, running it in circles, while you sit there serving him, feeling him lose it with every stroke. His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he fucks into your tight throat, feeling so good when his tip brushes the roof of your mouth, leaking pearly pre cum.

“Fuck, you’re so hungry for it, aren’t you?” You pull back with a pop now, when he swipes the drool off your chin, and your hand strokes him, earning another sweet little whimper.

“Shh. Just fuck me.” You whisper, pulling back and turning, on all fours with that sexy ass in the air. He pauses, dying to fuck you, but dying to taste you more, you gasp when Satoru flips you on your back, and you blush in the dark room. “Don’t you wanna…”

“I said I was eating you out. Gonna deny me the meal? Ya that mean?” You’re stammering as he kisses down your tummy, shoving your thighs apart, lapping a stripe up your slit, you’re pulling his hair so hard it hurts, screaming out, just making his cock throb harder.

“Toru I haven’t had anyone… do that…” He pulls back now, and your hands ease, when he sees something he never saw in you before, the confident, feisty little brat that you are.

You’re nervous.

He eases up a bit, resting on his elbows, pressing kisses against your inner thighs as he inhales you, god you smell even better than before, taste even better than he remembers. “I love to do it, if you want.”

You exhale in relief, nodding shyly then, another thing he wouldn’t associate with you- shy. The girl who just ripped down his pants, sucking him like a pro, is nervous to get pleased this way. “I want it, fuck I want it bad. Just a little… you’re seeing all of me, like all.”

“I am seeing so much of this pretty pussy.” He presses a kiss higher up, breath ghosting your sensitive clit when he parts your lips, watching arousal drool out of your cunt. “Prettiest, actually.”

“N-no…”

“Mmhmm.” He licks you again, and something far too intimate forms, when Satoru Gojo is buried between your thighs, worshipping you with his talented tongue in long, slow strokes. “Fuck you’re so wet…”

“Hormones?” He just grins, you feel his teeth against your pussy, when your body relaxes for him, when you spread your thighs, letting him see you, while he presses his cock against the mattress.

“Hormones.” He slips his tongue up to your clit then, and you don’t hold back anymore, a few more strokes and you’re grinding on his face, making his groan vibrate against your sensitive clit. “Mmm…”

“There, there oh my god!” Did Satoru Gojo have to be the best at everything? Did he have to ruin you when his blue eyes watch your face contort in pleasure?

“There you go, you like it right… here.” Satoru slips two fingers in your slutty little hole, pressing up as he flicks his tongue, and you’re clinging to him now, while he works you with a tongue far too talented, you’re instantly jealous of every girl that’s had Satoru like this.

Wild thoughts, stop that.

“Loosen up, just feel it sweetheart.” He says now, feeling you tense around him, and you nod then, eyes rolling back when he fucks those fingers into you, scissoring them in and out, while flicking his tongue right on your clit, twitching in response. “Let go f’me, huh pretty?”

“Mnh!” You shatter at his urging, his mouth, his teeth, tongue, all of it merging and destroying your surroundings, you’re cumming so intense you cannot see anymore, and Satoru’s eagerly drinking you up. “Satoru!”

“Mmm…” He’s lapping all the wetness that’s gushing out of you, fingers easing out to grip your hips, while your thighs tighten on either side of his head. “That’s it, so greedy f’me, want more?”

“Please!” You’re fucking his face now, god he can’t get enough, burying his face against you, shaking his head side to side, while you’re so sensitive the next orgasm comes so quickly, you’re yanking him up, kissing his lips and reaching down, stroking his cock once more, watching snowy lashes flutter.

“God, you’re so ready aren’t you?” You just nod, and when Satoru presses his tip past that tight ring of muscles, sinking deeper, it’s even more intense.

You’re fully sober this time, with swirling blue eyes looking right at you, as he slides in your tight cunt, which struggles to take him at first, even after so much play, Satoru is huge, certainly bigger than you’re used to. You grip his shoulders, manicured nails pressing in, when he rocks his hips just so, kissing your lips, letting your taste mix between the two of you.

“God you’re so wet, fuck…” He’s enamored by you, lifting a thigh then, pulling back and jerking his hips so he’s shoved deeper, your cry drank by his eager lips, that can’t rip themselves from yours.

How is he supposed to ever be with someone now?

You feel like heaven, he won’t say that corny shit, but it’s all he can describe it to, watching your pretty face as he fucks into you slowly, and both of you freeze for just a moment. He grips your hand in his, entwining his fingers as he lays it over your head, your heart races as your pussy struggles to take more, greedy for his every stretch, every stroke.

“S’good I… ah- please, more!” You’re begging him, shameless as you do, when he slams his cock in deep, tip kissing your cervix, your head falls back, his lips devouring your neck while he bends over you.

“Taking this cock like you’re made for it.” Satoru hears your cunt sucking him in, so wet it’s squishing loudly, mixing with the slapping of your skin, as he starts to go faster, watching your eyes nearly black as they dilate. “There you go, look at you. So greedy.”

“Ngh…” You can’t form words anymore, not when he feels better than that night, not when he’s fucking every thought, worry and woe away, you can’t even remember what brought you here. You can’t remember anything, think of anything but his cock, slamming deeper and deeper, his tip dragging on that spot now on your walls. “There, there!”

“You’re so bossy, what a brat.” You can’t scowl, but he knows you wish you could, as he grins down and does just that, eyes hungry while they watch you falling apart under him, pulling back then, groaning as he watches his cock bulging your tummy, making him more sensitive inside you. “Look, so fucking hot, I’m so big in you, aren’t I baby?”

“C-conceited… mmm, y-yes…” He turns your chin, making you blush, where you watch his shape inside you.

“Gotta see this while we can, gonna be so round soon.” His words should bother you, but they don’t. He’s imagining it with you, and it takes him over. “I’ll be easier then with you.”

“Gonna take it e-easy?” You’ve got your thighs up high now, Satoru watches your little hole swallowing him, cock coated in your slick, so wet it’s dripping down his balls, that smack against your ass, harder and deeper now.

“Well I won’t be able to do this.” He’s folding you in half, leaning over you to cup your face with huge hands, slamming deeper than you’ve ever felt, so deep it damn near hurts, but you’re craving it, dying for it, hands gripping his shoulders helplessly while you lose yourself in his eyes.

Insane blue, pupils shrunk to pinpoints, while he hovers over you, breaths mingling together in the night, you’re folded so in half your knees damn near touch the bed. “So d-deep…”

“You can take it, like a good girl. Slutty pussy, listen to her.” You’re too fucked out to get offended, let him call it a slutty pussy, it’s what it was, after all.

“Ngh- Close, close.” He’s slamming his cock harder, tempo increasing as she soaks him so much he almost slips out, only for you to whine desperately, nails leaving crescent moons against his arms, he hisses in pain and pleasure, kissing you deeply, tongues dripping, messy and desperate.

“Fuck…” He’s close, he realizes, a man who could go forever, you’ve already cum, but he wants you cumming over and over until you’re a sobbing, pretty little mess for him, but you feel far too fucking perfect wrapped around him. “Want to cum with me? Want me to fill your slutty hole?”

His dirty words just make your walls flutter, earning his soft whine, right against your ear, his hands gripping your waist bruisingly. You nod weakly, whispering in his ear now - ‘Cum in me’

“Oh god, fuck yes. Want all my cum, don’t you?” You look up, intoxicated by him, losing your mind completely while he’s working you, pulling back to press on your thighs, feral grin spreading across his pretty face. “You’ll take it so fucking good like this.”

“Satoru!” You scream when he thrusts his hips just so, slamming that cervix, forcing you to cum again, to the point your ears are ringing, body on fire for him, every memory of you both thrown out the damn window.

“Beg for it.”

“No!”

“Beg.” He’s smirking, and you shake your head, clenching around him and watching him lose control, his cheeks flushed, lips parted in a gasp.

“You beg to cum in me.”

“No.” You both laugh, then the motion itself brings Satoru to the edge, tightening impossibly around him. “Fuck it, please, let me fill this pussy.”

“You really begged I- ah!” He’s glaring, slamming his cock deep, stuffing your cunt so full.

“That’s it, milk me huh?” You’re too far out, your pussy is milking him with your aftershocks, when he’s pumping you with those hot white ropes, endless sticky, gooey cum. You’re so full from it coating your walls, warm and hot and perfect, all the way even in your tummy. “There you go, taking s’much fuckin cum.”

“S’much I… Satoru.” His cum alone has you addicted, he pulls back now, watching his cock slowly pumping cum in and out of your hole, watching the way it trickles down his huge cock, glistening and mixing with you.

“You took me so well.” His praise is too much, it’s all too much, while Satoru eases back, on his elbows, hovering just so. “God you’re fucking pretty like this, so fucked out.”

You bury your face. “Am not fucked out.”

“No, need more?”

“I’m… we…”

“That’s what I thought.” He eases back, pulling away fully, seeing the mess of both of your fluids fall over the bed, pulling your pussy lips apart, watching it all pour out, drip by drip. “How is this little thing gonna push something out?”

“They stretch silly!”

“Well, clearly, took me so good.” He’s fingering the sticky cum, desperate and feral, cock glimmering from you, damn near ready to fuck into you again.

For a moment you both stare, Satoru’s scooping it out, before sucking on it, your breath is rapid at the motion, his cheeks hollowing, tilting your chin up. “Satoru you’re… a whole freak.”

“Open.” You tentatively do, allowing him to open mouth kiss you, his cum and yours in your mouth, but you crave it, so much you’re pulling him desperate. “You’re gonna be freaky just for me, aren’t you?”

“Shh.” He’s chuckling watching you drink up his cum, while you come down from your high, when he brushes your hair back, you struggle with just how much you feel, how badly you want more.

You’ve never felt anything like this.

How can you and Satoru have this?

“Um… is poor Kiyotaka waiting?” You manage to say softly, to diffuse the feelings threatening to bubble to the surface. Satoru rolls his pretty eyes.

“He gets paid good to wait!”

“Oh jesus. Let’s not keep him waiting forever.”

“Ya kicking me out? Rude. I had you cum how many times?” You giggle, that sound clutching him, pulling him by the goddamn heartstrings.

“I need sleep, and don’t you have a trip coming?”

“Shit… you remembered.”

“You all always took that trip.”

“What did you do during spring break?” He slips on his clothes, as you grab a robe, throwing it over yourself and wrapping it with a tie.

“Study.”

“Boring.” He eyes the books by your bed then, along with a fresh bag of hot cheetos, he laughs softly at that, touching the baby books curiously. “Cravings?”

“God yes, bad too.”

“I wonder… will you be showing more when I get back?” You heat up at his question, brushing back messy hair, while Satoru buttons up his shirt.

“Will that suck for you, physically?” He hears the worry, which seems ridiculous, fuck you’d just be sexier.

“Shit no. You’ll look hot.”

You’re fiddling with the ties of your robes now, his words and your wobbly leg a lethal combination. “You think?”

“Fuck yeah, milf and all.”

“Shit.” You pull him down, kissing him again, he’s gripping your terry cloth robe, yanking you to him, while the fan above you both serves no purpose, the both of you are so overheated. “Thank you, I needed it. All of it.”

“The dick is that good?”

“Psh, go on.” You turn him now, shoving him.

“I feel used!? I feel like a booty call! For a horny pregnant girl.”

“You got me pregnant, so.” You pinch his ass, he gasps, feigning upset, only making your smile brighter, your heart lighter.

Then you realize.

You’re gonna miss him, shit, a guy you couldn’t stand is starting to become… comfortable, enjoyable and clearly your body…

She’s a wreck for him.

“Satoru please if you want to be with someone else, let me know.” He is sucking you off his fingers as you speak, he turns and raises a brow.

“I would let you know. But… I think having you take all my cum? Pretty fucking elite.”

“A-plus?” Your lips twitch, and his white teeth glint.

“4.3 GPA pussy.”

You both laugh, and soon you’re standing by your door, trying to not think so much, to just let it be. So you both have fun, so you…

Fuck you already want him again, what’s that.

“If you masturbate thinking of me, video it would you?”

There he is.

Fuckboi Gojo isn’t gone, he just fucked your brains out.

“Oh god. No, go on.”

Satoru chuckles a bit, slipping on his coat now, as you both stand in the doorway, your mind rushing, feeling him trickle out of you, knowing this is batshit, knowing it’s just sex. Right, sex, that’s it… agreement, sex, some sort of understanding, that’s all that this was.

Don’t get too attached, don’t fall into his blue eyes.

“Thanks for today, though.”

“Thanks for the dick or-”

“Jesus do you stop?” You shove at him now, and he pulls you against him, far, far too close. “Thank you for being here.”

His jokes calm, as he sees it, how serious you are, so unsure when you look down, and he tilts your chin up. “Of course, I’ll be back for the next ultrasound, okay?”

“Okay.” You both stand there, kissing after sex, what’s it mean?

Don’t you hate each other?

“Gonna miss me, hmm?”

“No way.” You peck a kiss on his lips though, before you can stop yourself, leaving him blinking on the porch, when you get off your tiptoes, and turn to the door. “Be safe and don’t be late for it.”

You shut the door then, leaving him aching to go back inside, to be inside you, fuck he’d stay in your heat all the time if he could, fill you over and over until you’re so full of him you can’t take it. He pauses before he turns around, wondering then, should he go on this trip?

Should he just stay?

He shakes himself out of the spell you’ve cast, as his friends start texting him, wanting to know if he’ll be ready tomorrow, he texts them back, slipping in the back of the car, where Kiyotaka is taking a nap. Satoru leans forward, with a ‘boo’ damn near earning a smack as he wakes him up, the tired man panicking.

“Relax, you’re fine buddy.” He smacks his narrow shoulder, making Kiyotaka jerk just a bit, before exhaling.

“You were in there a long time, Mr. Gojo.” He says with yawn, focusing now, putting the car on with a purr of the engine.

“Yeah I was.”

“Not as long as most of your… escapades.” Satoru glares at him now, blue eyes narrowing as his driver clears his throat.

“Are you saying I busted quick, Ijichi?”

“Sir I-”

“Hah did you bust quick?” Satoru realizes somehow he has called Suguru, and hears Sukuna cackling in the background.

“Oh fuck you three, mmkay I lasted like a champ… kind of.”

“How long was he in there?” Sukuna asks, and Ijichi looks back at Gojo, who’s shaking his head and mouthing a plea.

“I was merely kidding, Mr. Gojo was in there so long I fell asleep.”

“Thank you, as I said.”

It wasn’t that quick was it?

You sure came enough for him, god he feels you all over his fingers, his mouth, you’re soaked into his goddamn taste buds- how could you think for a minute that he’d want anyone else? He knows his reputation, but how do you not know the level of obsession you send him to more and more every time he sees you, since he’s been inside of you twice.

This was more intimate.

His hand had gripped yours, he’d looked into your eyes as he lapped at your pretty pussy, you’d taken him so good, too. Your cries are echoing in his head as he realizes his friend is talking. “Huh?”

“Pussy that good? Share with your friends, hmm?” Satoru scoffs at Sukuna, rolling his eyes.

“You wish, I’m not telling you two shit.”

“So special? Are you down so bad?” Suguru teases, making Satoru’s jaw tense just a bit.

It was just your hormones, it’s the situation, it’s just sex.

Right?

Right… no.

No sex doesn’t do this to him, this is…What is it? Is it because you’re having his baby, is it his feelings that have pent up so long for you?

“Probably not coming on our yearly trip.” He hears, clearing his throat.

“I’m not gonna miss it, think I’m old and tied down now?” His friends laugh, but his heart aches, thinking of how fucking bad he’ll miss you already.

You fix the bed, flushing as you see the rumpled sheets and blankets, before laying down in bed, covering your face as the memories hit. His touch, his tongue, his eyes just staring into yours. Was it because it was easy for the two of you, because you’re pregnant already? Convenience?

You can’t stop wracking your mind.

Not seeing him for almost a month…

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Good night, sweet dreams about this dick.

You glare at the screen.

You don’t respond, seeing him typing and typing.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: I’ll keep in touch, please if… you need to talk I’ll have my phone, okay?

You sigh now, turning on your side, while Gojo watches those three dots, finally walking into his penthouse, mind wandering to you. He wants you… in his bed, he wants to stay, to ignore his best friends, ignore the tradition. Your pussy is… a demon surely, making him hard just thinking of it again.

Sorority Brat 💦😻: I don’t wanna bother you, I’ll be fine.

Satoru frowns at that.

Fratboy Gojo🙄   I want to know how you are.

His own vulnerability makes him feel sick damn near, but you heart the message, making him simp like some idiot with a dopey grin.

Sorority Brat 💦😻Then I will keep you updated, I hope you have a lot of fun.

Guilt gnaws at him, leaving you alone, to go on some trip, while your body would surely go through more changes. He doesn’t even want to miss it, but he can’t just… he has to still have his life, right? For now, was it just… sex to you because you’re horny, and he’s there?

Did it mean more?

Sorority Brat 💦😻 Good night, Satoru.

You watch him heart the message, as your hand drifts to your tummy, thinking about the little growing baby inside you. It almost feels surreal, as do the feelings for Satoru Gojo.

 Fratboy Gojo🙄 Good night, Sweets.

this one took a bit but it WAS a little longer- I'd expect chap three to be long as well! I will post a preview of that tomorrow as it's already in the works ;) (will time skip one month!) I hope you all enjoy, ty for being patient! ILYSM

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[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. what’s one more?

about. now that your kids are all grown up, you’ve gotten to thinking about having another baby with bakugou again.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, suggestive and smutty, fluffy, some dub-con, baby-trapping mention, breeding, unprotected sex mention, reader is a mother, bakugou is getting old hehe, they have three daughters lol, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou.

i imagine that when your kids get a little older and start becoming more independent — your eldest in their final year of U.A, the middle starting U.A and the youngest still kicking in middle school….you catch a whiff of baby fever again.

it’s not even that everyone around you is having kids, most of theirs are well into their teenage years and giving your old friends trouble. it’s more that you miss the tiny pitter patter of feet throughout your house, the gummy giggles and scent of baby safe soap. oddly enough, you find yourself yearning for the late night feeds and the laughter shared over the inherent explosive bakugou diaper bombs.

speaking of your husband, you kind of hate how good he is with kids. he’s always treated your daughters like princesses, spoiling them rotten and raising their standards so that no possible crush could ever compare to the way their daddy treats them. but he’s so tender with the littler ones he visits as part of hero work, the tiny fans that ask him to sign his trading cards or their backpacks.

it’s adorable and still warms your heart to this day. to the point where you’re jumping bakugou’s bones every chance you get without actually telling him you want another one of his big headed babies. of course, he’s only a man and he’s not going to question why is wife of nearly two decades keeps presenting to him like a bitch in heat after lights out and the kids are asleep.

perhaps that’s why bakugou doesn’t question (on the one night where you have a child-free house) the way you toss away the condom, the way you take it raw and clench down on his cock like your life depends on it. why you squeal all high-pitched for him to fill you up with tears in your pretty eyes — how could he say no to you?

his pretty little wife, his lover, hot piece of ass to love and fuck to his hearts content.

what good, loving man isn’t going to cum in his wife when she begs and cries for it?

it’s not until your trained and doughy thighs lock around his slender waist to pull him into your frothing sex that bakugou realises. you’re doing this on purpose.

and by the time he does realise, he’s filling you up to the brim, sloppy white leaking out of you while you cum around him just like you always do — taking him so well, smiling up at him like you’re on top of the world.

“you fuckin’ leg locked me!” katsuki pants through amused laughter, collapsing on top of you with a sweaty and heaving chest.

“nuh-uh!” comes your quick reply, angling your hips up so that he slips deeper into you.

katsuki gets up soon after and disappears to the bathroom, not before prying your legs off of him — knowing full well he had the strength to do so earlier. if he really wanted to. “my own wife… you tried to fuckin’ baby trap me!”

“no i didn’t!” you pout defensively, brows furrowed and nose upturned. your expression only softens when your husband gives you a pointed look and moves to wipe the mess drying against your inner thighs. “okay…so what if i did?”

you loop your arms around his neck with a purr, toying with the silvery-blonde baby hairs on the back of katsuki’s neck and looking up at him with vixen eyes like you’re about to devour your prey. “we can not have another baby,” he tells you simply, kissing the crown of your head when you hiss at the sensitivity. “was i too rough?”

there’s a rasp to his voice, the kind that’s only prominent after hours of singing your praises in the bedroom. it makes you smile, close your eyes in content, and shake your head ‘no’. “why not?”

“havin’ a baby isn’t like gettin’ a puppy ‘nd you know that, sweetness,” bakugou hums quietly, soothing over the bruises he’d left on the soft handles on your waist. he thumbs at the stretch marks and tigers stripes, the very markings that show you were a mother to three of his beauties children. “we gotta focus on makin’ sure kasumi gets into a good agency, if not mine, and don’t get me started on the other two—“

“—but we could do it. right? i mean we’ve done it three times before. raised a baby, what’s one more?” you do your best to sound convincing while you sit up and cling to your man, pleading with those puppy dog eyes that got you knocked up the first time almost eighteen years ago. “don’t you want a little boy?”

“three girls are more than enough.” bakugou pushes your face away playfully, forcing you back into the sheets so he can lie on top of you. “we’re not as young—“ he starts, but back tracks after being on the receiving end of your heated glare. “i’m not as young as i was when we had our first. ‘n shit, my back hurts and my eyes are gettin’ bad, and our kids… they’re exhaustin’, babe.”

the both of you share a laugh. upon brushing a hand through his hair, katsuki trills happily at your affection. “you’re still a good dad. you’d be an even better to our next. even if you’re a little achey in the knees, old man.” though you’re teasing, you really do mean every word you say. raising your kids has been trial and error from the start, but bakugou’s been strong the entire way through — wanting nothing but the best for his family and always putting them first. “plus, the kids are with the kirishimas for an entire weekend, and you’re telling me you haven’t thought about fucking me raw again?”

“jesus woman, you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, aren’t you?” katsuki twitches against your leg once again, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a hungry, syrupy kiss. “you’re right,” he groans against them, loving the feeling of your tongue on his. “fuck, you’re right. spread your legs, sweetness. wanna fill this pretty pussy with my cum.”

“yes daddy…” you mewl in reply while a winning grin tacks itself to your lips l face between uncoordinated kisses and surprised moans once your husband eases his throbbing cock back inside of your tight heat. mumbling something about how it feels like home.

needless to say, neither of you are surprised when the next pregnancy test you take is positive. now you just have to explain the baby supplies in your Amazon basket to your three teenage girls.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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yellow ribbon on the door | chapter one

⟢ summary: Tommy invites the widowed wife of his old Army sergeant to Sarah’s 14th birthday party. Over the past few months, she has slowly become a regular fixture in the lives of the Miller family. And Joel hates it.

⟢ pairing: joel miller x afab!reader (femme but not descriptive as to actual features)

⟢ wc: 1.8k

⟢ warnings: no outbreak au, flower shop au, idiots in love, small age gap, joel is 35 and reader is 29 about to be 30, war widow, operation desert storm mentioned, reader is a single mother to ellie, joel is in love with the reader but because he’s such a dumb fuck when it comes to love he thinks the feelings he has for her must be hate, eventual smut, no beta reader we die like men

⟢ authors notes: this story is inspired by “sunlight & sawdust” by @pandapetals. i started reading the first chapter of their work and it planted a seed (no pun intended) for my own story. so, hope that’s cool.

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Joel pulls a glass beer bottle from the ice-filled cooler. He pops the bottle cap off and takes a long swig. Sarah’s fourteenth birthday party was underway, and his home and backyard were filled to the brim with family, friends, and neighbors. Joel adored his daughter, but standing in front of a hot grill in late July was hardly his idea of a good time.

The heat was starting to get to him. Standing in front of the grill under the blazing Texas sun was already enough, but the way his pulse increased every time he heard your voice. That was making this summer day unbearable.

Your laugh carries across the backyard and directly to Joel’s ears. He watched you sitting perched on the arm of the grey Adirondack chair Tommy was currently occupying. Your head thrown back, eyes closed, a toothy smile plastered on your face. Tommy was leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, as he recounted a story about his time in the army. Probably the one where he gets up in the middle of the night to take a leak only to find a spider the size of a dinner plate leaping out of the latrine. Always a crowd pleaser. A small group had joined the two of you on the deck, standing in a semicircle, captivated by Tommy’s words. He always had that ability. A magnetic way of speech that could keep a room full of people wrapped around his little finger.

Tommy leans back into the chair and goes for another sip of his beer only to realize it was empty when two small drops touched his lips. “Guess this one's done for,” he chuckles to himself. He moves to stand up from his sitting position, but you're on your feet in a second “Let me get it for you.”

The corners of Tommy’s mouth curl into an easy smile “Always so good to me, Sugar.” You roll your eyes, but let out a soft giggle. Joel had only met you twice before this, but both times he noticed you were always doting on Tommy. Refilling his drinks, laughing at his jokes, giving him unprompted compliments. Big doe eyes filled with stars as you hung on every word he spoke.

Could you be any more fucking obvious Joel thought to himself. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but seeing you treat his brother like the only man on earth drove him crazy.

You make your way across the yard toward the row of beverage coolers. He feels his body temperature rising again. He decides to do the mature thing and act like he didn’t see you coming.

You stop in front of him before looking up, trying to meet his eyes “Umm, mind if I-” you nod down toward the cooler sitting behind him.

Joel awkwardly shuffles over, giving you more than enough space to complete your task. You bend at the waist, a white and yellow floral sundress riding up and exposing the back of your thighs. He stays facing forward, but he can’t help himself when his eyes travel down the soft curve of your body. Moving discreetly from your round ass, along your legs, all the way down to your exposed manicured toes peeking out from tan, strappy sandals. He’s convinced you know exactly what you're doing positioned like that.

Again, fucking obvious.

You grab the cooler’s lid with one hand, and search for Tommy’s drink of choice with the other. You pluck the red and silver beer can from the ice before closing the lid and returning to a standing position. Joel swiftly adverts his gaze back to the group surrounding his brother.

“Thanks for the invite by the way” You turn to look up at Joel, trying to offer a show of peace. It had been made very clear that he did not like you.

Over the past several months, Tommy has brought you to one family dinner and the Annual Miller Brothers Super Bowl Party. Both times Joel had been frigid toward you, like being in the same room as you was some sort of inconvenience.

When Tommy told you he had a brother, you expected a mirror image of him. Just a slightly older version. Someone who shared his charm, who was quick with a joke, and always craving to be the center of attention. During your first interactions with Joel, you realized the only thing they had in common was a family likeness. Joel shared Tommy’s brown eyes, naturally tanned skin, soft curls, but lacked the same magnetic personality. For you, speaking with Joel was like speaking to a brick wall. A brick wall that hated you for some unknown reason.

Joel doesn’t bother looking in your direction to speak. With an uncaring tone, he reminds you “Tommy invited ya”

“Right,” you let out a sigh, defeated. You couldn’t figure out what you did to make Joel dislike you so much. When Tommy would bring you around, you learned to steer clear of the elder Miller brother.

From the corner of your eye, you catch a bright flash of yellow and orange coming from the barbeque. “Umm, Joel.” you point in the direction of the grill. Joel’s eyes finally move from their fixed position and look in the direction you're pointing.

“Shit-” is all he says before running to the grill, flames rising from the coals.

Joel pulls the glass sliding door connecting the backyard to the house open with one hand. The other balances a tray of the last darkened hamburgers and hotdogs from the grill into the kitchen. You were standing at the kitchen counter, preparing two meals on paper plates. One with a hamburger stacked with lettuce, onion, and pickles. The second plate holds a single hot dog, a small pile of potato chips, and a few blackberries from the fruit tray you brought for the party. He places the tray on the counter beside you before grabbing a plate for himself. Joel comes to stand at the counter, keeping a sizable gap between the two of you. He grabs some chips and store-bought potato salad and places them on his plate.

“That for Tommy?” Joel asks without thinking, gesturing to one of the two plates in front of you.

You glance up at Joel and flash him a small grin “Tommy is a big boy. If he wants something to eat, he knows where to find it.”

Joel felt a new type of heat creeping up the back of his neck. You let the silence hang in the air for just a moment, allowing yourself to enjoy the flustered look on his face. “It’s for Ellie.”

Of course, Ellie. Your daughter. He had seen her earlier running in the backyard with the other younger children. Sarah was spending her birthday party keeping them occupied by blowing bubbles and letting the kids chase them down. That didn’t surprise Joel though. Sarah could always be found keeping the kids busy during family functions. Joel was more than content with the situation of just him and Sarah, but a part of him always wanted to give her a younger sibling or two. Tommy was a pain in the ass even on the best of days, but he couldn’t imagine what it would be like without him.

Joel finally snaps out of his thoughts and finishes fixing his plate. He exits the kitchen and sees you struggling to open the sliding door with your elbow. Your hands are full with a plate in each one, forcing you to get creative with the door.

Joel stands behind you, reaching around your body to pull the door open with his free hand. You look over your shoulder to see him standing close behind you. Closer than he’s ever been before.

Before you can put too much thought into it, you step out onto the deck and move to find your daughter.

The afternoon sun had finally started to shift behind Joel’s two-story home, flooding the back deck in shade. Joel sits with Tommy in the Adirondack chairs, eating in comfortable silence. He watches as you sit in the grass with Ellie. Joel can’t help but notice the way the sun caresses your exposed shoulders and chest. Its golden rays making your skin glow.

You try to scold her for eating too fast but it’s clear it has no effect on her. Her hot dog is gone in three bites, followed by a whole handful of the blackberries, and then three chips at a time. She asks you a question Joel can’t hear from this distance and shows you her empty plate. You let out a defeated sigh and nod your head. You take the paper plate from Ellie, and she bolts across the grassy yard to rejoin the other children.

“Must be hard,” Tommy finally breaks the silence. Joel looks at his brother, eyebrows pinched together.

“Doin’ it alone,” Tommy continues, “figured you’d understand. Thought y’all could bond over that.”

Joel remembered Tommy mentioning you were a single mom but he always tried to tune out most of the other information Tommy offers about you.

“Good thing she has you around.” Joel remarks plainly. Trying his best push down the bitter feelings he has associated with their relationship.

You stand up, flattening out your skirt and brushing away any loose pieces of grass. You throw away the paper plates and make your way to the two brothers. After climbing the steps to the deck, you return to your spot on the arm of Tommy’s chair.

“Still havin’ a good time?” Tommy asks you, “Despite Joel’s embarrassin’ barbeque skills.”

Joel rolls his eyes with a grunt, wishing Tommy would just let it go. Next time he could stand in front of the hot grill in one-hundred-degree weather.

You let out a soft giggle “I don’t mind my meat a little well-done.”

“Well-done is generous” Tommy laughs, giving his brother’s arm a shove. “Think Joel forgot you’re supposed to cook with the coals. Not feed ‘em to your guests.”

You want to laugh, but the look on Joel’s face cautions that thought away. You decide to change the subject “Tommy, I actually wanted to ask you for a favor.”

Tommy looks up at you with a soft smile, “Anythin’, Sugar.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes “I was hoping you could come by the shop sometime this week. The A/C unit in the walk-in cooler is still leaking. I called the repair guy, but it’s going to be at least two hundred dollars for him to just come and take a look at it. And then who knows how much for him to fix it.”

“Course I can.” Tommy leans back leisurely, “I got a couple jobs scheduled, but I’m sure I can squeeze my favorite girl in somewhere.”

With that, Joel makes his leave. He had enough of the two of you and your little flirtatious games.

⟢ more authors notes: so i have not written fanfic in maybe a decade. ive only recently rediscovered my love for it. posting this makes me nervous but i just really loved this idea and had to run with it.

as of right now, the rating is teen. explicit will eventually happen, but not for a few chapters. but miss girl, once we get to the smut… it’s gonna be nasty and i honestly can’t wait.

also, i will say this now. ive only watched the tv show, never played the game. so idk if tommy calling reader “sugar” is based on canon. i just read it in a fic once and i thought it was so freaking adorable and really tracks with pre-outbreak tommy.

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notes: hi guys! this is my new account (old acc was littlesoulshine/littlejackles) where i’ll be posting more jackles + other content. i wasn’t really feeling motivated on my old account and, honestly, it just started to feel draining; so here we are on a new acc! if you have any jackles or jared ideas or requests, my ask box is open! i hope you guys enjoy!!

𝜗ৎ dean mentioned early in the morning that he had a surprise, and that alone meant you should’ve put a helmet on. instead, you followed the sound of the electric air pump whirring in the backyard, and found him hunched over a deflated kiddie pool. seeing your figure near him, he leaned back on his heels and grinned up at you. “okay, now go put on your swimsuit.”

𝜗ৎ you blinked, trying to wrap your head around the scene: a full-grown man, dead serious, inflating something clearly made for toddlers. a minute later, sam rounded the corner with two heavy bags of sand slung over his shoulders. he caught your eye and raised an eyebrow, the kind of look that said 'i have no idea what's going on either,' but also 'screw it, let's see where this goes.'

“he’s serious,” sam said, dropping the bags by the plastic edge. “he’s calling it ‘project beach’.”

𝜗ৎ dean made a dramatic pssshhhhh noise with his mouth and slapped the side of the pool. “that’s ‘project bitchin’ beach’, actually. and i need you two in swimsuits. now.”

𝜗ৎ you tilted your head, squinting at him despite the glare of the sun, then spun on your heel and walked back inside without a word. fine, if he wanted to play whatever bizarre game this was, you’d play.

𝜗ৎ you went straight for the smallest bikini you owned—shimmery black with a micro-triangle top that tied behind your neck and bottoms were as cheeky as can be. barefooted, you strutted through the bunker halls ready to tease dean and sam out of their swim trunks.

𝜗ৎ from the open patio door, the smell of cut grass and cheap rubber pool toys floated in as you walked through the opening. dean’s jaw dropped as soon as you came out. “jesus christ.”

𝜗ৎ sam didn’t gawk—he just let out a small sigh, somewhere between a groan and a laugh, like here we go again. he knew you. while dean looked like his brain had short-circuited. his tongue darted out over his bottom lip before he even realized he was doing it.

𝜗ৎ you strolled right up to the edge of the kiddie pool. it had a few sad inches of water and was surrounded by those bags of sand sam had lugged in earlier. honestly, it was dumb and adorable.

𝜗ৎ you stepped one foot into the cool water, watched it ripple around your ankle, then dipped the other in and turned around, water lapping at your calves. “what now, project leader?”

𝜗ৎ dean stood there like he’d forgotten how his legs worked. “fuck—get in here.”

𝜗ৎ sam muttered something about needing a drink, but you caught the way his eyes lingered a second longer on the curve of your ass as you bent to sit in the pool. the water barely reached mid-thigh, sun-warmed and just a little slippery from that cheap plastic feel.

𝜗ৎ you leaned back on your hands, stretching your legs out in front of you, toes brushing dean’s shin when he finally climbed in. his swim trunks were blue with black palm trees all over it—but that's all that you noticed until your gaze traveled to his meaty thighs as he settled in. the younger winchester came back with a beer, and a damp white tank showcasing the abs he worked hard for.

“this is ridiculous,” he said, yet he didn’t leave.

𝜗ৎ you looked up at him through your lashes, “then take your trunks off and make it worth the setup.”

𝜗ৎ sam blinked with the bottle paused just shy of his lips. you smiled as dean rubbed a hand over his jaw, eyes going dark.

“getting to the point huh," you nod with a smile at his remark. "you serious, baby?” he asked, but he already knew.

𝜗ৎ you pushed yourself up onto your knees, water sloshing over the sides of the plastic rim. “dead serious.”

𝜗ৎ you leaned in to kiss dean first—your fingers curling into the waistband of his trunks and tugging them all the way down. he groaned into your mouth as you straddled him, knees sinking into the pool bottom, water slapping against your thighs. your bikini bottoms were gone with a flick of his fingers, tossed somewhere onto the damp sand.

𝜗ৎ you could feel sam watching, the bottle he so desperately wanted was forgotten at his side. you held dean’s cock in your hand, then sank down onto him in one smooth motion, water rippling in low, gentle waves. your mouth fell open with an ‘o’ expression at the feeling—a moan curling from your throat as dean grabbed your hips and grounded you on to his.

“fuckin’ hell,” he growled. “you feel good, sugar.”

𝜗ৎ you rolled your hips, letting him watch your face twist with every motion. once you started getting use to his cock, hands—sam’s hands—slid around your waist from behind, pulling your body back, pressing his chest to your spine.

𝜗ৎ you didn’t stop moving. well you couldn’t, dean's eyes fluttered closed, and his grip was tightening so much, your movement away was limited. you instantly felt sam’s cock, nudging between your cheeks—so, as the best girlfriend that you are (or the horniest) you reached back, lined him up, and helped him push in; the full feeling of them making you moan loud enough the neighbors would’ve called the cops if they weren’t so far away.

𝜗ৎ you were filled and full. dean’s cock in your cunt, sam’s pushing into your ass, both stretching you open like you were a toy made just for them. your legs shook as you rocked forward and back, caught in the pressure between them. the pool squeaked under the motion, water splashing up over the rim, soaking the sand.

𝜗ৎ dean was panting, groaning out lewd words, “jesus, you’re gonna make me cum just lookin’ at you—fuck—move, baby, c’mon, just like that—”

𝜗ৎ sam whimpered against your neck. “you take both of us so good. fuck, this tight little ass—shit.” you continued to ride them despite the creaking plastic and the water slapping against all three of you and to be honest, you were enjoying every second.

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