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satorena · 7 months ago

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taking nerdjo’s glasses while you’re riding 🥸

cw. 18+. semi public sex. sub undertones. breeding kink.

“—ohhhh fuckkkkk,”

he doesn’t understand it— any of it. he doesn’t understand how he, of all people, managed to get you. the it girl on campus— with pretty hairstyles and cutesy nails, flocks of both girls and boys crawling after you for the slightest bit of your attention, is somehow interested in the least known guy around— the lanky, socially awkward physics teacher assistant with fading digimon stickers glued to the back of his worn down computer.

gojo assumes he’s experiencing one hell of a good dream. that’s the only way to explain the insatiable feeling of wet heat enveloping his aching dick. it’s the only way to explain the pornographic sounds of skin slapping echoing in this empty library. it’s the only way to explain why his balls are begging for release with each grind of needy hips rocking against his own.

he doesn’t want to wake up. he feels the cheap fabric of carpet beneath his fingernails from digging them into the floor. his knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s clenching. there’s an abnormal tightening of a knot in his guts begging to be snapped. he can feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline and his foggy glasses are slipping past his nose bridge uncomfortably—

but he doesn’t want to wake up.

planted on the heels of whatever latest trendy shoes you own, you’re riding his cock as if he were your lifeline. god you feel divine— your folds swallowing him into your cunt with such ease and precision, walls clenching down the moment he’s balls deep. he can feel your acrylics scratching at his undercut with one hand while the other holds your body steady down his thigh.

gojo doesn’t think he’s breathing, and frankly, isn’t sure if he wants to. you’re reckless— moaning freely in the emptiness of the establishment and right into the shell of his ear as if your birthright, careless of the thuds of heavy textbooks hitting the floor. there’s a crease in your brows and your jaw hangs slack, glossy lips parted as they release the hymns of your cries,

“—so deep, can feel you in my stomach!”

your tits bounce in clockwise motions. you’d freed yourself from your top sometime between the flirting behind bookshelves and his pikachu drawls dropping down to the floor. the sound of your pussy squelching with every bounce is a memory he wouldn’t forget even on his death bed— cunt so wet he can hardly feel his own dick in you.

the pad of your thumb grazes his bottom lip, and you lean forward to catch it between yours. he’s frozen stiff— the slip of your tongue in his mouth, your overwhelming sweetness invading his senses. he’s moaning pathetically, growing some security in the muffled sounds, so overstimulated by this insatiable pleasure that his arms start to feel weak.

your tongue swipes at his lips before nibbling on the flesh, “—taste so good,” he feels your lips mouthing against his own, and wishes he was able to focus for a split second on what you told him, but the ache in balls are a telltale that this euphoric dream is drawing to an end.

he squints his eyes shut. he tries to focus on the latest chapter of his latest obsession manga and theories he’s conspired. he recalls the sneak of his wrinkly old professor’s ass crack from his early lecture. he thinks back on this auction he’s seen online for retro limited edition video games. did he ever end up submitting that biochem lab assignment due—

“gojo.”

he snaps his eyes open. he didn’t realize he’d clenched his entire facial muscles until the moment he was able to see you again— only releasing those muscles feeling tightness in his cheeks (amongst other places)(read: his cock).

you’ve slowed down your pace. you’ve switched your movements from bounces to grinding. he can feel his tip prodding at your gummy walls. your breath fans his cupid’s bow and he’s only now noticing how close in proximity you both are. he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, and he’s positive you can feel his stomach clenching against your own.

he begins to feel more of your body weight on his, a feeling he definitely wants to get accustomed to, as you shift from your feet to your knees. your hand on his thigh trails upwards past his trail of hair, sliding up past the ridges of his abs, over the planes of his chest and meet at his nape with its other duo. there’s an aroma of vanilla and cherries exuding off you—

heisenburg’s uncertainty principle. star wars mandalorian culture. the roswell ufo incident. fucking neon genesis evangelion’s a cruel angel’s thesis—

“you don’t like me?” you ask him, all doey eyed like. it doesn’t sound like a legitimate question, but his ‘huh’ does draw more into a whine when you intentionally clamp down on his dick. he doesn’t miss the mischievous glint in your eyes.

gojo bites down on his lower lip, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. his body releases a shudder at the chills creeping up his spine when you trace a finger down the slope of his neck, “w-what?” he asks weakly, huffing as his toes curl in his socks.

this time, you cock your head just barely to the side, and he watches your gaze trail from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips. despite the agonizingly slow pace, you never stop riding him. his cock is still graced by your warmth, still snatching his soul through his slit. your lashes bat twice before glancing back up at his eyes.

“you don’t like me.” you’re not asking this time, your tone dripping in seduction and like a fool, finds himself swayed. you’re teasing him— he can see it in the way the corner of your lips quirk into your infamous smile. you’ve got him wrapped all around your pretty finger— he knows it and you definitely know it.

as if he was anybody to not like you. your ass cheeks clench when you drive your body forward, gripping on his cock so tight he can feel the wind knocked out his lungs, “no! are you, ngh, crazy— of course i do—”

“because i like you.” it falls short of a whisper, but the vibrations of your words against his lips shoot right to his heart and balls, and he knows his blotchy cheeks are now flushed red for an entirely different reason.

he answers faster than his mind can process, his stomach jumping with butterflies and an oncoming orgasm. your eyes won’t leave his— like a deceiving siren baring deep into his soul and rendering him vulnerable before consuming his entire being. not too far from his reality, hips bucking upwards as desperately as possible to emphasize his immediate answer, “i like you too—”

“you won’t look at me,” gojo hadn’t realized he shied away from your gaze, pouring his entire focus on not spilling both his heart and cum right into you, “talk to me.”

“i-it’s just, um,” he tries to flick his eyes back onto yours, but you’re still staring so intensely behind siren eyes and still rocking your hips. your fluids drip past your cunt and down his sack, before staining the carpet, “i’m a—mmph, nobody and you’re— well, you’re you,” he feels a hot tongue glide over the accumulated sweat on his neck and humps up again, “y’re just so pretty and every time i look at you i get the urge to c-cum but,” your teeth sink into his jugular before nibbling and he whines, throwing his head back, “i want— need you to cum first. . .”

there’s a beat of silence for a while. you’ve even halted your grinding altogether. he prays to god he didn’t mess up the one good thing that’s happened to him in all his twenty one years of living. you’ve even popped his now bruised skin from your lips— hovering right over the mark you left on him. pleasure licks at his limbs feverishly, back arching in hopes to dig even deeper (if possible) in your pussy.

you pull away from his neck and the tip of your nose is back to grazing his own. your usually styled hair is now a mess, your skin dampening from moisture and your lip gloss now swapped for your and his saliva— your overall classic, picture perfect image completely abandoned,

and he doesn’t think you’ve looked any prettier.

“so,” you draw out, freeing a hand from his locks to graze over the throbbing love bite at his neck. gojo sniffs, pushing his foggy glasses back up on his bridge with the back of his hand, and you caress the throbbing flesh, “the problem is when you look huh. . .?”

his neck is suddenly released from blissful torture and he feels his frames coming off his face from no effort of his own. his vision slowly fades and his pupils dilate to accommodate to his now poor quality of sight, “what are you—”

and his breath hitches. he can only make out your shape through your sinful curves but there’s no mistake from your silhouette— your hands, now holding his glasses hostage, press at his chest, “trust me,” you apply firm pressure from your palms to his upper body, and he feels himself sinking into the floor, back meeting the dirty carpet.

trust you? he’d lay his life on the line for a woman like you.

his fingers spread as his palms face the sky, and his breath staggered. the bookshelves, windows and study rooms are all blurry as fuck— which is both off putting and extremely risky since library hours were still valid at this time, but despite it all, it felt as if he could see you clear as day. gojo would usually never put his academics on the line, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of possibly getting caught having sex with the finest girl in school in a public library had his cock twitching incessantly.

god, he is just so happy to be here.

your fingers slide his glasses atop your nose bridge, and your cheeks split into a cheeky smile, hips beginning to roll back into their previous tempo. he feels your hands grabbing his own, before resting them at your hips. he’s a greedy man, and since the opportunity may only come once in his lifetime, he slides his hands further to your ass., and with a gulp, grabs the flesh greedily. damn— it hardly fits in his palms.

there’s a symphony of moans coming from you both when you lift your hips up, and it’s downright disgusting how turned on he gets at your essence trickling down his shaft and past his balls. your pussy lips drool and latch onto his tip tightly, before entirely releasing him and slipping your hand between your thighs. you kneed his nuts, fondling the testicles between your digits expertly and his back arches off the floor, “shouldn’t be an issue anymore, yeah?” you hum.

“y-yeah— oh god, yes,” gojo nods dumbly, toes curling in his socks as you proceed to stroke his cock. his tip is weeping in pre cum blended with your own wetness, and the faster you flick your wrist, the tighter his stomach contracts. he’s lasted quite some time now, considering this being his first time and all, but there’s only so much a man can hold back. his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into the mounds of your ass as his hips chase after your touch with every stroke. “w-wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

“yeah?” you encourage him, hunching just over his weeping dick, still holding him at his base. you drag his tip in between your lips, back and forth, while your other hand feels him up at his abs. “where do you wanna finish? on my face?” he whines, mindlessly humping and your smirk deepens as you slowly sink down, “on my tits?” gojo shakes his head, and feels drool coming from the corner of his lips. his limbs are on fire and his groin feels like it’s on the verge of explosion, “on my ass?” you’re about halfway down, “or. . . inside?”

“please,” he doesn’t care if he’s begging. snowy lashes bat open as his teary unfocused eyes adjust to the dimmed lights. even your silhouette is sexy, “please lemme cum inside, i-i’ll do anything.”

“hmm, anything?” you purr, knees finally hitting the floor as you straddle him once more. he lets out a guttural groan at the familiar feel of your silky walls entrapping his cock. his mind is fucking hazy and despite never having consuming alcohol, he feels drunk.

“yes,” he pleads, rolling his hips impossibly deeper into you, euphoric pleasure shooting in his bloodstream, “a-anything you want, i swear,” at the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud gasp when his tip bumps into your cervix and drop your body forward, arms giving out.

chest to chest, skin to skin, your lips hover over his as your back dips into an arch, forcing a penetration deeper in your guts. your palms are pressed flat onto the floor at the side of his head, and he can make out his glasses sitting lazily on the ball of your nose. he slides his hands up your sides, kneading at every inch of your flesh, before sliding back down to your ass.

“even my homework? assignments?” you tease breathily, a strangled moan ripping out your throat when his knees push up and fucks into you. your body jerks forward as his feet plant to the floor, hands still gripping on your ass.

when he snaps his hips up, you roll yours down, and the matching intensity sends his brain haywire. he’s desperate for release, forcing your hips down as he nudges his cock languidly into your cunt. his jaw falls slack and he nods again, dumbly, “ngh, for the rest of the s-school year,”

“that easy with you?” you giggle, but is easily interrupted when he leans forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss. there’s a shit ton of saliva involved, some even escapes past your mouths and down your jaws, but he couldn’t care any less—you tasted heavenly. he wishes he had the time to eat your pussy, he’s positive you taste holier down there.

“it’s your world.” gojo moans, snaking his hands from your ass to wrap around your upper body. now caught in his embrace, you let your head fall limply into the crook of his neck as he works his dick in and out of you. he means what he said— it is your world, and he’s nothing more than a happy servant. “i’ll do it all— bring your books to class, rub your feet— i’ll bark if you need me to— just, please, please, please let me cum inside.”

your moans vibrating from his neck run straight to his ears and fuels him further. he’s thrusting relentlessly— there’s no set pace at all, and he’s so close to finishing he’s completely forgotten about wanting you to cum first. he finally understands why everybody obsesses over sex— he never wants to let you go.

your head pushes up from his neck, nosing at his jaw. he feels your hands cradling his hair, and your lips pressing kisses at the corner of his mouth. his heart skips a beat— he revels in the attention you’re giving him, even if it’s just for the moment. he knows he won’t ever be this lucky again, so he might as well enjoy the ride while he’s here.

“you wanna breed my pussy?” you bite your lip, each stroke in your cunt jerking the glasses down the slope of your nose. despite the dense flog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him. he nods desperately, tightening his hold on you, and the new angle has your clit dragging against his pelvis, “mmph— okay, yeah — put a baby in me, freak.”

and so he does. he thrusts as spurts of cum shoots inside your womb. his balls tighten as his hips rut, arms clutching onto your body with every fibre in him. you smell good, feel good, look good— and your cunt milks him dry for whatever he’s worth.

his orgasm feels short of an eternity yet simultaneously a second, his soul having transcended into an outwardly dimension. and it’s only when you scoot your ass upwards, sliding a hand between both warm bodies, that you collect his cum on the pad of your fingers. he blinks hazily, zeroing his focus when he sees you pop your fingers into your mouth.

“mhm,” you hum at the taste. he’s panting heavily, body riding a euphoric high he’s yet to come down from. you don’t seem to mind, leaning forward to catch his lips once again. and he lets you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. when you pull away, there’s a thin string of cum induced saliva pulling at your lips. “‘s my world, right? want my pussy in your mouth.”

and he instantly hardens.

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syrecjh · 22 days ago

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Bakugo being drunk edition

The text came at 12:43 AM.

kiri: uhhh can u come get bakugo. he's drunk. like. weird drunk.

You blinked at your screen, then rubbed your eyes.

Weird drunk? That man didn’t do drunk. He was the definition of self-control, always rolling his eyes at others who got sloppy. The most he ever did at parties was sip dark liquor like it owed him something.

But now here you were—hair in a messy bun, hoodie half-zipped, keys jangling in your hand as you stood at the front of the packed bar. Music thumped through the walls. Lights bled red and gold across your shoes. And somewhere inside was the boy who once swore, “I’ll never be one of those idiots who drinks until they can’t walk.”

You spotted him immediately. Katsuki Bakugo, slumped across a booth like a Shakespearean tragedy, surrounded by a half-amused, half-concerned BakuSquad. His shirt was wrinkled, one sleeve pushed up as if he'd tried to fight it off. His cheeks were flushed, his spiky blond hair somehow worse than usual, and his expression—

Oh god. He looked soft.

“Katsuki?” you called.

His head popped up, slow and dramatic. And then his whole face lit up like someone turned on the sun.

“There she is!” he shouted, pointing at you like you'd just arrived on a red carpet. “That’s my girl. That’s my whole world right there.”

You blinked. “How much did he drink?”

“Uh…” Kirishima scratched the back of his neck. “Enough to start monologuing about stars and quantum physics five minutes ago. Also he tried to kiss Sero on the forehead and cried when he missed.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “Katsuki, get up.”

“Don’t wanna.” He flopped dramatically onto the booth again. “S’comfy here.”

Eventually, with Sero pushing from one side and you pulling from the other, you got him standing. He swayed once, then dramatically threw his arms around your shoulders, burying his face in your neck.

“You smell like happiness,” he murmured, muffled. “And those pancake candles. ‘M hungry now.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

He grinned against your skin. “I’m in love.”

He even started composing one on the spot:

“Roses are red,

My girlfriend’s the best,

If anyone hurts her,

I’ll blow up their chest.”

“Katsuki!” you hissed, laughing and half-horrified.

You barely got him into the cab, where the chaos continued.

At one point he tried to roll the window down and serenade you with a made-up love song that rhymed grenade with first grade. He kept pointing out passing billboards and whispering things like, “That guy looks like Endeavor if he forgot leg day,” or, “I bet you’d look good on a motorbike. Let’s get one. Matching helmets.”

By the time you arrived home, you were exhausted and wheezing from laughter. Bakugo, still clinging to your side like a backpack, tripped over the doormat and yelled, “THE GROUND’S A TRAITOR.”

You finally got him into bed, tugging his shirt off with effort as he kept trying to pull you closer.

“You’re so warm,” he whined. “Like a walking microwave. My favorite microwave.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m yours,” he insisted, voice thick with sleep. “Tattoo it somewhere.”

“Sleep, Katsuki.”

He was already halfway there, mumbled words blurring into nonsense about naming your future child Nitro, followed by a sleepy protest that you wouldn’t let him spoon you the right way.

But just before he passed out fully, barely audible, he murmured:

“Don’t ever leave me, okay? You’re home.”

The Morning After

You woke to the sound of groaning and the gentle rustling of sheets. Turning your head, you saw him—Katsuki Bakugo, Japan’s future number one hero, curled into himself with one arm flopped over his eyes like the light had personally offended him.

His other hand reached out blindly, and when it found your side, it stilled. “You’re here,” he muttered, voice gravelly.

“I live here,” you said softly, brushing his hair back.

“I thought I dreamed you.”

“You did. You tried to name our baby Nitro and threatened to fight the moon.”

He made a sound between a sigh and a growl. “Fuck. I actually said that?”

You nodded, grinning. “You also called me a pancake candle.”

He groaned louder. “I want to die.”

“You were actually kind of cute. Really, really sweet. Like... a soft drunk nerd who loves quantum physics.”

“…I hate you.”

“No, you love me. You said it. Loudly. In front of the whole bar.”

He peeked at you with one eye, eyes red-rimmed and bleary. “I’m gonna kill Kirishima.”

“Too late. I have video evidence.”

“Delete it.”

“Say pretty please.”

He scowled, then grumbled, “Pretty please.”

You kissed his forehead and tucked the blanket around him again. “I’ll consider it.”

“Never drinking again,” he mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.

But just before he dozed off again, his voice dropped low, sincere in that rare Bakugo way that only came out when his guard was completely down:

“…Still meant it, though. About you being home.”

And this time, he didn’t need alcohol to say it.

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deeversuswords · 9 days ago

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‧˚₊ Clarity

You realize you’re in love at the worst possible time: while Katsuki’s head is between your legs.

bakugou katsuki/f!reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 1.2k words ⋆⭒˚.⋆ AO3 LINK

contains: smut, friends with benefits to lovers, realization of feelings, oral (f. receiving), brief vag. fingering, vulnerability

You’d been oblivious to the gradual, subtle shift. Completely ignorant to the ease with which you both made time for each other in your busy schedules. No questions asked about why that was. Too fooled by how natural it was having him in between sweaty sheets, and around you, talking about random things or cooking late night dinners because your stomach protested after the last of your day’s stamina was drained by him.

You should’ve seen the change coming for your deal, made in the heat of a lonely moment when his eyes mirrored how touch starved you truly were. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be shell shocked, heart tripping in your chest as you stared at the moonlit ceiling of his bedroom, noting where the light was the brightest, while his head was between your legs, his tongue lapping hungrily at your cunt.

His fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, keeping them locked around his head, but unlike the other times, their grip bordered on pain. As if his hunger came with a different kind of craving—to leave prints of himself on your skin. Katsuki groaned when he plunged that skilled tongue into you to taste your endless desire in full, and your walls clenched around the wet muscle, the rumbly sound traversing through your whole body.

One more time, as your voice sang for him in whines and moans of his name.

Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki.

You couldn’t control it. He was an expert thief.

“Think I’m gonna do this the whole night,” he spoke into your wetness, then put his lips to your neglected clit and suckled. Your back arched off the bed, your hold on the sheets faltered. A shaky gasp was robbed from your lungs.

Hot flashes seared your veins. Your orgasm built and built, but you didn’t want it. You were suddenly scared to have it. Strange pressure crescendoed deep within your heart too, creeping inside your brain. Its chemistry might just be altered if you allowed yourself to reach the peak.

You pawed at his strained biceps, tugged, scratched. He didn’t budge, growling instead and upping his game. His mouth worshiped your pulsing clit, while two of his thick fingers pushed inside, giving your pussy something to latch on.

“Katsuki,” you whined and tried to wiggle your hips away, but his mouth gave chase. “Stop. Stop, p-please.”

He froze on your broken please and withdrew, half of his face shiny with your arousal, lips puffy and reddish from the enthusiastic efforts he had put in, only for them to be denied the grand reward. Gazes collided, and your body’s temperature climbed by a few degrees, beading more sweat on your brow, nape, chest. His own burned with the same intensity you were used to, though the newfound clarity let you see, really see, what else simmered in those pools of fiery red.

You were reminded of the beginnings.

Of that first night when clothes had hit the carpeted floor of the love hotel room he booked after the agreement rang awkwardly loud. There was something undeniably distant in the way he gazed at you, something impersonal. In his eyes, then, you were the means to his pleasure. So was he, in yours.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion, or perhaps worry. His thumb started to rub soothing circles into your skin as his other hand moved to wipe at his mouth. Messy eater.

Everything was. Now, his eyes were unguarded, inviting you to dive right in and get a mouthful of their timid adoration.

Lust gave way to a crossroad. One path demanded you turn a blind eye and maintain the obliviousness. Satisfy the ache and walk away, you heard temptation whisper. The other offered you the chance to belong, asking you for the courage to bare the last thing still wrapped up in loosening layers—your heart.

“I—” You tried, but the words lodged in your throat.

Panic flickered across his face. His hands left your legs to press against the bed. Katsuki sat back on his hunches, cock hard, flushed tip kissed by the silvery light the moon poured into the room. Once more, memories scraped at your consciousness.

The translucent droplet dribbling down his length, responsible for the wet spot on the sheets where he lay, needed coaxing before by your mouth or hand. Not anymore. It seemed to cease serving as proof of the transactional give-and-take and began to feel like a betrayal of his own heart.

Tension pulled tight in the air smelling of sex and him.

You filled your lungs with it before your mouth expelled that singular breath in one harsh huff.

“I need you inside me,” you told him in a clear voice, surprising yourself. “Now.”

If you were wrong, you’d know, and it’d hurt, crush your heart. Maybe tears would even streak your feverish cheeks, making you look like a fool, but at least you tried.

How were you supposed to pretend the weight on your chest wasn’t from wanting who Katsuki was when he was honest?

You wanted his touches to never hesitate again. You wanted his kisses to be authentic to what he felt, no longer changing rhythm to match the pretense. You wanted his stories, and late night meals, and for his eyes to never leave yours when he realized they’d been connected for far longer than was appropriate for two people who claimed to simply fuck.

His frown deepened, but he moved regardless, climbing up your body until he was nose to nose with you, his cock pressed hotly to your slit. You felt it twitch, felt its slickness mixing with your own. Your heart accelerated, and you struggled to hold a coherent string of thoughts, but found an anchor within his softening gaze.

“Put me in,” he muttered, then kissed the corner of your mouth. “Wrap your hand around my cock and show it where it belongs.” His nose traced the length of your jaw, stopping under your ear. “Need you to.”

The novelty of his request had your hand shake as you reached between your bodies. Nervously, your fingertips grazed him, and he hissed, hiding his face in your neck, blowing ragged breath after ragged breath onto your anxious pulse. A preview of the pleasure you found only with him washed over your nerves when you guided him to your entrance and moved your hips to take in the first heavenly inch.

You let out a gasped moan that sounded like a wordless plea, and were granted one of his throaty ones. Gifted, if you were to be honest, because Katsuki’s range of vocal expression in bed usually oscillated between grunts, groans, growls, and spoken filth. Rarely were they strained moans. Even rarer, the deep, instinctual ones.

He raised his upper body, bracing his forearm beside your head, while the other slipped under your hips, raising them for a better angle. And you stared at him, through heavy-lidded lashes, in awe of the consequences of this raw, scary vulnerability transpiring between you.

Like your heart, Katsuki’s many layers unraveled before your eyes.

“It’s over,” he rasped, and forbade you from questioning the finality of his words by snapping his hips forward. “Ain’t gonna let you go anymore. I’m keepin’ you.”

Legs, arms, you wrapped them around him. “I’m yours.”

“Yeah, you are. Finally, you fuckin’ are.”

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mooningningg · 2 months ago

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★ Megumi learns a new swear word… From Dad!Toji

It starts off normal.

You're in the kitchen making lunch, humming to yourself, when you hear Megumi from the living room shout, clear as day:

“Oh my god—what a limp-dicked goblin-fucker!”

You nearly slice your finger off.

“Megumi Fushiguro!” you shriek, bolting into the living room, apron still tied around your waist.

Your six-year-old son sits on the floor like nothing's happened, calmly clicking together pieces of a Lego spaceship.

He looks up at you with big, curious eyes. “What?” he asks innocently.

“What the hell did you just say?” you demand, trying not to have an aneurysm on the spot.

“I was talking about the bad guy in the cartoon,” he says, pointing at the screen. “The one with the chin beard. Daddy called him that yesterday.”

You blink slowly, then swivel your gaze to the actual villain of the story: Toji Fushiguro, lounging on the couch like a satisfied menace, flipping lazily through a magazine.

“Toji,” you say, voice dangerously calm.

He glances up. “What?”

“You called a cartoon villain a limp-dicked goblin-fucker in front of our six-year-old?!”

Toji shrugs one shoulder, unapologetic. “To be fair,” he says, flicking to the next page, “he is a limp-dicked goblin-fucker.”

“Toji!” you snap, face contorted in disbelief.

“What?” he says again, unbothered. “He knows not to say it in school.”

Megumi perks up behind you. “I said it in school yesterday,” he offers helpfully.

You almost drop to your knees. “You what?!”

Toji pauses, brows lifting slightly. “...Did they laugh?” he asks, half-amused.

“Toji!!” you bark, spinning to face him. “This isn’t funny!”

“Okay, okay,” he mutters, waving you off with one hand like you’re overreacting. “You’re right. Not a good word. I’ll tone it down.”

“Tone it down?!” you echo, flabbergasted. “This is exactly why I said no more cursing around him! Now he thinks that’s normal language!”

Toji grins. “I grew up fine.”

“You grew up feral!” you shoot back, pacing in front of the couch now.

Toji snorts. “You weren’t complaining about it last week—”

“TOJI.” Your voice drops an octave, sharp as a blade.

As the two of you trade verbal fire in the middle of the living room, Megumi peeks out from behind the couch again, voice light and curious like he’s asking what whales eat.

“Hey,” he chimes in innocently, “what does ‘dumbass tax evader’ mean?”

Silence.

You whip around slowly. “Where did you hear that one?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Daddy said it about the mailman,” Megumi replies without missing a beat.

Toji stiffens.

You close your eyes briefly, praying for strength. “Okay,” you say flatly, voice trembling with disbelief. “The mailman? Really?! And now he’s learning compound insults from you. Compound, Toji.”

Toji scratches the back of his head, suddenly very interested in the carpet. “At least he’s got vocabulary,” he mumbles.

You groan, grabbing a throw pillow and hurling it at his face.

Toji catches it easily and chuckles. “Shit, alright.”

You point a deadly finger at Megumi. “Do not repeat that at school, sweetheart. I mean it.”

“But…” he trails off, frowning, “he was shady.”

“Toji!” you screech again, rounding on him for the hundredth time.

Later that night, when Megumi is tucked into bed and mumbling “tax evader” like it’s part of the spelling bee list, you stand at the bedroom door with your arms crossed.

“I swear,” you mutter through clenched teeth, “if he calls a teacher a dickless goblin in the next parent meeting, I will end you.”

Toji leans against the hallway wall, utterly unfazed. “You gotta admit,” he says with a shit-eating grin, “he used it in perfect context.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “We are going to jail.”

“Eh.” He shrugs. “Worth it.”

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Toji who likes getting his dick wet in your pussy after a long week of work.

He’s been constant (for once) with keeping his blue collar job.

He used to drop it when it annoyed him, or switch between the blue collar jobs and… let’s call it freelancing. But that wasn’t an option anymore. Not since you had Megumi. He didn’t need any excuses not to keep the two of you safe and if that meant dropping the thing he had been good at since he was 18, so be it.

But it was tough, there were bills to be paid, essentials to be bought. You going back to work? Wasn’t a fucking option. Not now atleast, when you’d been trying for a baby for ages. You wanted to be there atleast till the kid was 3 and Toji swore on his life he’d make it happen. So he worked his way up, got a better job, longer hours, extra shifts— and he was exhausted at the end of the week.

But he knows when he gets home by 6 on Friday evenings, Megumi is already down for the night, the bath is hot for him and there’s two hot and ready meals waiting for him to gobble up.

And that’s exactly what Toji does.

Eats at your pussy right on the living room floor, legs spread wide open, your own hand covering your mouth as he devours you whole. You fingers run through his jet black hair, tugging him further into your soaked pussy lips, making him groan. One hand coming down to smack your swollen clit, and he doesn’t stop, aching for you to squirt. Make a mess all over his face because he’s been dying for it. Watching you in the early mornings with hungry eyes.

“Come on baby, give it to me.” He grunts, sinking his tongue in and out your awaiting hole. Your hips buck on his face, inner walls pulsing as you cum, mewling his name, drenching his face ever so beautifully.

He can’t help the smirk that forms on his lips, he just knows you’ll be embarrassed when you come to. You’ll make the cutest shy face that Toji wants to tattoo on his side.

But your brown eyes are glazed over, lips pursed, you let out a whine while reaching for his almost painful pulsing cock, its hangs with every moment, wide and veiny. You whimper, “Toji, please.”

Toji curses, running his cock through the folds of your soaked pussy, clicking his tongue, “Don’t think with your fuckin cunt, mama, Christ.”

But it’s enough to give you what you want— what you’ve both been needing after a long and tiring week.

Toji sinks into you with a string of curses, inch by inch, deep. His tip beautifully touching your cervix, it makes you feel like you could choke by how wide he stretches you. And you wrap around Toji so warmly. It sends a shiver down his spine, he could almost cum just from being inside your tight walls.

“Fuck me, that’s the shit I’m talkin about.”

He could almost applaud you, praise you in how you have the best pussy known to man, so he does just that. Giving you the most delicious sledgehammering thrusts he can, rolling his hips into yours.

“Fu- oh my Goood!” You keen, head hitting the carpet. So much for trying to hide your moans. Pray your child doesn’t wake up.

“Heh, You should be calling out to me pretty girl, you know better.”

The bastard, doesn’t let up though. slamming into you velvety walls with every smack of your thighs, pussy clinging on his length for dear life. You scratch at his back, making him groan, pulling you closer into his arms so that your chest to chest. Toji nibbles and sucks at the flesh of your neck, hes more than unthinking at this point, Erratically fucking into you, his red tip bruising your cervix.

“Damn, hah- fuck me baby.” He moans, spurts of cum reaching deep into you. Making sure you’re more than coated with him on your pussy walls. But he bucks his hips, slaps your ass a few times till your unravel around him. Soaking him to his balls.

It’s the perfect way to end off the week.

a/n: yeah toji, omg I need him really bad.

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nekonaps0 · 2 months ago

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The mood is gone pt1

✦part2 part3 part4

✦gn!reader

✦ characters: Trey, Leona, Floyd, Jamil, Idia, Lilia

✦slightly smut

✦how the boys would react when things are just about to get heated with their beloved… and then bam! someone barges in, killing the mood.

Trey Clover

Everything was perfect. The kitchen was quiet, the air thick with sugar and tension, and Trey had you backed against the counter, voice low and teasing as his lips brushed your ear.

“You taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever baked…”

His hands slid around your waist, lips ghosting along your jawline when—

 CRASH.

“YO TREY! Did you put those tarts in the oven—”

Ace burst through the door, freezing when he spotted the two of you tangled together like frosting on warm cake.

Trey jolted back with an awkward chuckle, eyes wide.

“Ace—!”

“Oh. Ohhh. My bad. Real bad. Continue. Or not. I’ll just—bye!” slams door

You sighed, untangling from Trey’s arms.

“Yeah… the mood’s gone, thanks Ace…”

you muttered and left, cheeks flushed in irritation.

Trey stood there, stunned for a second. Then, quietly:

“Ace is never eating anything I bake again.”

Later that night, he showed up at your dorm with a slice of your favorite pie and the softest apology kisses you’ve ever tasted.

Leona Kingscholar

The sun was setting over the sands of Savannaclaw’s yard, but inside Leona’s dorm room? The heat was from something entirely different.

You were pinned beneath him, his voice low and growly as he nipped at your throat, smirking when you shivered.

“Told ya I could make you purr, herbivore…”

But then—

 BANG

“Oi, Leona! You left your stupid practice schedule out and now Vargas is—”

 Ruggie’s voice froze mid-sentence.

Leona slowly lifted his head from your neck, and Ruggie turned a delightful shade of oh no.

“...My bad, boss.”

You wriggled free, cheeks hot and mood completely dead.

“Well, that’s ruined. The mood’s gone. Good bye Leona.”

You left with a sigh. Leona blinked once.

Then:

“Ruggie.”

“...Yeah?”

“You’re cleaning the training yard alone for a month...”

“Yeah… I know that’s coming… shit…”

Later that night, Leona tracked you down and wordlessly pulled you into his lap, whispering against your collarbone:

“Let me fix the mood. Right now.”

Floyd Leech

You were breathless, half-laughing and squirming beneath Floyd on his bed. His fingers grazed your thigh, teeth just barely nipping your earlobe as he growled:

“Shrimpy looks so biteable tonight…”

Your fingers tangled in his shirt. His knee nudged yours apart—

Knock knock. Door opens anyway.

“Floyd, Azul wanted to remind you to—”

 Jade blinked. Stared. Blinked again.

“Ah. You’re... busy. My bad.”

Floyd turned his head slowly.

“Jade...”

“Just passing through.” click Door closes.

You groaned, shoving your face into Floyd’s chest.

“Mood’s gone,” you muttered. “Completely gone.”

You stood and left. Floyd looked betrayed.

“But shrimpy...! We were at the good part… nooo…!”

Later that night, he pouted on your bed, peppering you with annoyed kisses like a sad eel.

“Stupid Jade. Mood killer. I’ll get you back in the mood, Shrimpy... even if I gotta start from scratch~”

Jamil Viper

The music was slow, the lights low, and Jamil had you caged against his room wall, voice husky with restraint as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me…?”

He kissed you, hot and firm. Your hands slid under his shirt—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—BANG.

“Jamil!! Are you in here?! I learned a new trick with the flying carpet and—OH!”

Kalim stood in the doorway, eyes wide with genuine innocence.

You gasped, pushing Jamil back.

“Kalim!” You both screamed.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! You two looked busy!” door slams shut

You straightened your clothes, flustered and groaning.

“thanks to Kalim…Mood’s gone. Se you later Jamil.”

You left. Jamil stood frozen for three seconds.

“...I’m going to hex that carpet.”

Later, he cornered you in the hallway, muttering

“Im sorry for what happened, I’ll triple-lock the door next time.”

Idia Shroud

You were in his room… yes, the room. The glowing screens, and Idia looking like he might combust from how hard he was trying to be smooth.

“Uhh... so... if you wanted to, like, maybe... take this to, um, level 18?”

Your lips were already on his. His hair flickered neon pink as his hands trembled on your waist—

DING DING!

 Ortho's voice chirped from behind the closed door

“Big Brother! You said you’d test my new program pack today! Should I come in—?”

“NOOOOOOO—!!”

Idia dove off you so fast he might’ve phased into the digital plane.

You blinked.

“Yeah. That killed it. Mood’s gone. I think it would be better if I go now.”

And you walked out. He groaned into a pillow, hair now a dull blue.

“I’m gonna fake my own death. Then I’ll haunt the server room and live in eternal shame.”

Later, he shyly tapped on your door with snacks and a very nervous

“I promise… it’s never gonna happen again…”

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia had you right where he wanted you—against his chest, your breath shallow, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Careful, my love. Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll have to bite…”

You squeaked. He smirked.

“So delicious when you tremble.”

His hands wandered lower when—

 SLAM.

“LILIA-SAMA!? I HEARD STRANGE SOUNDS—!”

Sebek burst in, wild-eyed and shouting.

“Sebek!” you both yelled at once.

You scrambled away from Lilia, flushed and fuming.

“Mood’s gone. I’m done! Bye.”

You stormed out while Lilia slowly turned to Sebek, a twitch in his brow.

“...boy… we gonna have a really fun training tomorrow… I hope you’re ready.”

Later, Lilia showed up at your window, upside-down, charming as ever.

“Now... where were we, my dear~?”

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screampied · 1 year ago

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‘GHOSTIN' ?! ★

ᡴꪫ sum. it's midnight and you're bored. bored and horny. everyone knows ghosts aren't real, or are they? you end up summoning a ghost and he's not leaving anytime soon, in fact, he wants to give you a taste of your own medicine for disrupting his slumber. you get a taste, alright.

wc. 5.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghost! toji, unprotected, switch toji, praise, dirty talk, oral (m! receiving), manhandling, spit, impact play, brēeding, biting, size kink, mentions of tummy bulge, nipple play.

an. don't summon ghosts unless their name is toji fushiguro idk

don’t summon ghosts they said—you’ll regret it in the end they said,

but who cares? not you. besides, it’s not like ghosts even exist. you’ve never been one to believe in paranormal activity anyway, although all of that starts to change on a specific night. this night, the clock just struck twelve and you’re bored out of your skull. it was an ordinary sunday night and it was just you and your dead quiet apartment walls. as you’re scrolling on your phone, glancing at your feed a certain link catches your eye. wanna summon a ghost? click here to find out how.

to keep it brief, your curiosity eventually gets the best of you. with a snort, very much not believing the lengthy follow up article that warns you of the possible dangers to come of the spirit, you go into your bathroom, following the steps before your lights flicker. at first nothing happens, oh, see you knew ghosts weren’t real. annoyed a bit that you wasted fifteen minutes of your time—you prepare to leave the restroom when you feel a cold hand on creep on your shoulder.

“tch. the nerve,” a rough voice murmurs behind you. you tense up, craning your neck to indeed see the ghost that was displayed on the picture. yet, he looks more human-like if anything. toji, the name that was said to be his. toji eyes you up and down before a scoff leaves from his reddened slick lips. “why’d you summon me..”

you’re taken aback immediately. with a staggering height of almost six feet, you meet the soulless eyes of a mere attractive spirit. “i— uh,” you sheepishly peer down at your feet, not in a million years thinking it’d actually work. “you’re a real ghost?”

“uh obviously,” he murmurs, mocking your expense. trodding his bare feet across your carpet floor as if he knows the layout, he scratches his chest. “eh, what a mess. you live here?”

ouch, so he was hot and rude. figures,

you take a moment to gawk at the ghost’s attire. nothing really too appealing—just a simple white t-shirt with sweats. it almost could be mistaken as an eerie nightgown if you squint. again, he looks more human than an actual spirit. it was just the paleness of his skin that gave away his non-human features. his clothes weren’t the only thing you were staring at though.

his bulge,

its hard to not notice it, especially with a size like toji’s. you spot the invading print poke through his sweats, the roundness of it, basking in all its dirty glory. you had to restrain yourself from making a fool of yourself — licking your lips and almost allowing your lewd, obscene thoughts to take over. you couldn’t help it though, it was quite literally all in your face. you’re so entrapped in your little phantasm that you don’t even feel the ghost flicking his chilly cold fingers against your forehead.

“girl are you even listening?” he rasps.

“h-huh?” you look up, snapping out of whatever trance had you on such a leash.

toji deadpans, a groan sliding past his lips before he eyes you up and down. his gaze alone makes you nervous. “don’t huh me, i saw what you were looking at,” and he peels up his shirt with a single hand, exposing his curled up washboard abs. god, even as a ghost he was so ripped. your eyes ogle down towards the sable-black boxers he wore, the hem of it peeking from over his pants before he hums, amused. “wanna feel?”

“can i…?” your voice trails off, and it’s so pathetic and soft. you could hardly recognize your own softened tone but you didn’t care.

“knock y’erself out.” he hoarsely shrugs, and you barely give him a chance to finish before your fingers twang against his skin.

immediately, you feel how cold his body was, a shivering temperature that ghosts against your digits as you feel against his body. jade pupils of his burn into you as he watches intently. the hardness of his abs — you feel everywhere, the texture of it was rock hard. his muscles, the way he carried himself, the flexing of his abs. it was all just so attractive. despite how the lower half of his body was freezing, you continued to let your fingers wander on every part of his abdomen.

“you’re cute,” he murmurs, and you don’t realize he’s been staring at you the entire time. toji had to admit, for a human, you were quite easy on the eyes. maybe even his type, if he was a human himself. “are ya always this handsy towards people you first meet or…?”

“not really,” you huff, and your hand trails deeper until it stops near a certain area.

his happy trail,

it was so pretty, jumbles of blackened curly hairs run down near the under part of his v-line. he’s so perfectly sculptured. it was easy to compare his ghostly anatomy to a mere greek god. so perfect, the more your fingers explore down his muscular frame, the colder your fingertips get. “wow, are you sure you’re not a human?”

“wanna find out?”

his words struck right into you like a knife strikes its enemy — you pause, leering up at him with glossy eyes and a slight head tilt. in a coy tone, you rub the back of your neck. “y- yes.”

“c’mere then, girl.”

inching towards him, the ghost then pulls you into a longing kiss. its passionate at first then shifts to sloppy. you moan, feeling him try to pry open your lips with his tongue to allow him access. you do, savoring his freshly minty taste and even his tongue was just as cold. toji tasted like hypothermia—chillingly cold, yet your lips stuck against his like ice. speaking of, his lips stuck against yours like velcro, like glue. your breathing continues to grow heavier by the second before he snakes a hand around your neck, giving it a delicate squeeze. already, you were weak for his touch. toji’s thumb skids against the middle opening of your throat, physically feeling the vibrated sensations pour out from your sweet little esophagus.

a gasp wretches from your throat once you feel the front of his knee go right between your legs. it’s sneaky, the friction you feel from that muscle alone earns a soft noise from you. you whine in his mouth as tongues dance and tangle together in harmony.

where there’s harmony, there’s sync,

he loved the way your tongue curls into his mouth, tasting and savoring his minty flavor. you only wanted more by each dreadfully long second that passes. wobbly arms of yours sling around his neck and the static from his rubbing knee only grows. “f-fuck.” you’d whimper between hot, sultry kisses. suddenly, the air felt thick and heavy. you’re panting, lungs already feeling like they were about to collapse as he gingerly starts to suck on your neck. while he does, you succinctly open your eyes to see him already staring at you. darkened raven eyes, long untrimmed bangs that almost shield his eerie pupils alone, his eyes told a thousand stories.

his eyes told a thousand stories and maybe you wanted to know more about this ghoulish visitor.

after a while, the steamy kiss ends up departing and you gasp for air. “knees, pretty. get down for me.”

with how compliant you were, it was almost amusing to see. you get down on your knees, being face first with his bulge yet again. you just wanted to run your tongue everywhere. so full and well rounded, you already started to feel the saliva trickle into your mouth. mouthwatering. toji’s eyes rove towards the pullover hoodie you wore. with an impish expression, he claws a hand over your head delicately. a free finger of his crooks near your chosen attire.

“this. take it off, wanna see more of your body.” he utters in a low tone.

“for a ghost, you’re pretty pervy.” you tease, hauling the piece of clothing over your head.

“girl please. says the mortal staring at my crotch,” and as your hoodie is suddenly removed, he takes a good peek at your bra. he simpers. “mhm,” he inhales for a second, taking in your frame for a few solid moments. toji’s eyes then glance towards your chest. “bra, take that off too.”

you unclasp the back strap of your bra with one hand and he grunts once he sees your breasts spring free. “fuck, y’er pretty. ‘m gonna ‘hafta take my time with you.”

and he does,

toji’s got you on all fours, cutely struggling to take him fully into your mouth. his ruby-colored tip greets you and you can’t help but skitter your tongue against the frenulum. he groans, raking a hand in your scalp. as he’s standing, he moves a few strands of hair away from your face. “yeah, open that jaw. get it wet, spit on it if you have to, doll.”

“mmf,” a muffled moan comes from you as your knees dig into the ground. his taste was flavorless and still you wanted to savor it. sweet like candy, toji’s scent alone clogs up your nostrils and his darkened pubic hair tickle against the rim of your nose. he’s just so big though, so fucking big . .

as you’re taking him down inch by inch, it’s hard to try not to gag as he continues to gradually shove himself into your throat. toji’s abs clench and tighten as he sees your jaw hang open, giving you a single thrust and you pull away to gasp. already, you’re starting to drool for him. with your mouth left open ajar, it had easy access to the saliva dribble down the sides of your lips and onto your chin.

“heh, ‘s too big for you? that’s my bad.” he purrs.

“shut up,” you grumble, your tongue licking alongside his dick. a throbbing vein of his that runs down his side pulses against your tongue and you hear him hiss. toji’s still got a hand combing into your hair, pulling your head up concisely just so he can see that pretty face one more time. “so f-fuckin’ big.”

“this is just y’er mouth, wait ‘till ya feel me from the inside.”

you roll your eyes at his cockiness, preparing to take him inside of your mouth again. your spit covered lips open up and he coos once he sees that you’re slobbering. you let a few amounts of your sheeny saliva pour onto his shaft, wetting it in the process. “play with y’er tits, use ‘em.”

you grab ahold of your plump mounds, brushing a thumb against your perked nipples before your head starts to bob. as he’s sinking his dick into your tight little throat, he groans.

toji could get used to the warmth of your mouth, your plush lips suffocating all around him — he was addicted, and so were you.

with your head resuming to jolt up and down, bobbing repeatedly from the decent pace, your tongue continues to flick against his leaky tip, relishing in the bitterly sweet pre-cum that resides against the very top. another muffled moan slips past your lips as you’re still playing with your breasts, feeling them bounce against each other in crude tandem.

“such a pretty mouth… ugh,” he tightens his grip against your hair, thrusting his hips into you a bit. you break your hands away from your tits to latch onto his thighs. immensely, your fingers dig into the cottony fabric of his sweatpants. toji starts to pant laboriously. heave after heave, you’ve got him sweating already. peeping down, his dick twitches at the sight of your spit dribbling down the corners of your pretty purses lips.

as it travels — it cascades like a waterfall, landing between the curvature of your chest. “mhm, jus’ like that. good girl. haah, ‘s good.”

as his hands rummage in your hair, it’s still maintaining its strengthening grip—you inhale through your nose as your head bounces in consistency. his fingers were still crispy cold, you’re feeling frosty all the way from the waist down.

not only were you feeling frosty though, you were throbbing..

it was no mistake. the sudden adds of multiplying throbs that pang against your pussy makes you start to whine as a hand of yours reaches between your thighs. your panties protect your slick arousal and a pout contorts against your lips as you’re still having your mouth stuffed full of ghostly cock.

“f-fuuuck, y’er fuckin’ nasty. play with y’erself while ya suck me off, do it.” he groans, it was as if he read right through your mind. toji’s breathing starts to pick up as he’s keeping strict eye contact with you. doe-eyed and all, your lashes suddenly shut close for a few seconds. toji meanly pistons his hips, and you moan as you drag your fingers against your sheathed pussy. peeling your laced panties to the side—you strum two digits against your slick entrance, starting to rut back and forth. toji snickers, ruffling the top of your head. “gonna fill this throat up with so much cum, you want that, sweets?”

abruptly, you pry your mouth away from his fattened dick before breathing in a gasp of fresh air. slyly, you hum, a hand wrapping around his hefty base. “don’t you mean with ectoplasm?”

“y’er mouth’s getting smart,” he sneers, grabbing ahold of your head before making you go back down.

toji started to get addicted to your frisky tongue. the way it’s so sloppy, slurping up every part of his fervor, he only wanted more.

he’s a ghost and well, it’s been a while..

as his dick perfectly tucks inside of your mouth, you take him even further. a clammy hand of yours starts to fondle with his balls and he groans. with his jaw tightening, he starts to feel his thigh pounce. “fuuuuck me,” he heaves lowly, knowing his finish was about to approach rather sooner than later. he was just so thick in your throat, tap-tapping away at your little uvula. toji stares at your pretty slobbering lips, your hands still crammed all up inside of your cunt before he presents a more thorough thrust into your mouth.

a familiar primal heat pools into the very depths of your tummy before you hear toji suck his teeth.

it’s a long, deep and sexy groan.

it bellows throughout the thin walls of your small apartment — his face turns sour and you start to feel a surprised guest get introduced on your tongue.

his cum tastes more sweet which was peculiar. usually it’s tastelessly bitter, bland and purely insipid.

but with him, it was sugary sweet. as he pours such volumes of satiny ropes into your mouth, your hands continue to cling onto his pants. it’s a lot, with the way the ghost’s cock erupts into your mouth it’s like a volcano. spitting out such gooey sums of seed. its warmth has you wanting more, as it fills the very inside of your mouth, your tongue swirls all around the savory uncanny mixture.

toji yokes your head back, taking his heavyset dick out of your mouth and you gawk at how red it was now. from the very top, a smile stretches against your lips knowing you did that. swollen, fat balls of his were all in your face, neglected and just desperate to be played with a bit more.

“shit,” he sighs, taking a moment to breathe. toji looks down at your dumb expression, more smug than anything. a hand of his cups underneath your chin before he bends down, pulling you into a deep kiss. again, you return the favor, glissading your tongue against his. it tickles and tangos together, enjoying each other’s wet company. he grunts, reveling in the sweetened taste of his own cum that’s just residing inside your mouth. no shame, no shame at all. the kiss was much sloppier this time—toji pulls away to lick near the corner of your lips, capturing a few remnants of his own seed that tries to stream down from your mouth and below toward your chin. breaking away, he grabs your neck softly, giving you an intimating stare. “you,” the ghost murmurs, his eyes flickering towards your bed. “i wanna break you.”

“you’ll have to pay for that you kn-��

“don’t make me drag you, human.”

you let off a soft playful ‘oof’ once you’re faintly tossed on your own bed. his strength was out of this world— quite literally though,

you look at toji and he inches himself closer towards you. as he leans in for another warm kiss, his body presses up against yours. he starts to grind against you, the friction leaves a wave of fuzz in your ears that never seems to go away. cold glacial lips squashing against your own as you flick your tongue against his, moaning for more. as he’s claiming your mouth in such a rough way, you start to paw at his pants. you feel a simper tug against his lips as he makes out with you, feeling the weight of the bed collapse and shriek a bit in ponderous discomfort.

“taste so good,” he grouses, withdrawing his lips to nip chaste kisses near your neck. you moan, feeling him prop between your thighs. he then licks all against the hidden crevices of your collarbone. “ever fucked a ghost before?”

“usually i’m more into humans,” you pant, and he gives you a subtle eye roll. if you knew a ghost such as toji would look this good — perhaps you’d summon him a long time ago on that stupid link.

“really, oh,” he plays along, prying your legs open a bit to take a quick peek at what he was about to destroy. with low hooded eyes, toji grunts as he sees your soaked pussy all open and on display for him. a padded thumb of his runs down your puffy slit and your legs twitch slightly as a greeting response. “mhm, such a pretty cunt. tell me though,” he huffs, enveloping all five digits around his cock to give it two single pumps. he prods his leaky cockhead against your entrance, watching you writhe underneath him. “before you summoned me, were ya playin’ with her?”

her as in between your legs, your pussy,

for some reason, toji addressing your cunt as her made you throb profusely. you felt it. an annoying ring screams through your ears as you slump back against your bed, your ankles making an attempt to lock around him. “n- no.”

“y- yea,” he mimicks your little stutter. your mouth drops as you feel yourself starting to gape open for him the moment he starts delve his dick into your pussy. he was so big, you feel the curve of the head and it’s just voluntarily crooking inside of you. toji gives you a side eye with misty peripherals, watching as you make an attempt to hide your face within the crack of your elbow. “nah, girl. don’t hide that pretty face from me. i wanna see you while i stretch you out.”

you moan, feeling his frigid fingers peel your arm away and he’s got a full face view of you.

already, your toes started to center with feelings of pure numbness. his thick cock splits inside of you so good that it’s already got you whimpering out elongated syllables. your voice was a euphony, “oh my g-goddd,” you whimper out, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. toji falls into your chest, still easing his way into your accepting walls. it’s relatively hot inside, smoldering gummy walls of yours entrap him, holding him hostage. he sibilates out a single hiss as you’re still trying to adjust to his massive size. his sack hangs from the base down and you let off a lusty giggle, already cockdrunk. “s-so the rumor’s true that ghosts have big dicks, f-fuck you’re gonna split me open.”

“heh, oh? that’s a fact, not a rumor,” he playfully flicks your forehead. a hand of his then clasps around your thigh. he spreads it apart, sinking into you further. he’s so deep, halfway in that your stomach’s already seizing. it was his tip that made you feel everything at once. the girth he has, he makes sure you feel every inch, every part. toji’s filling every area of your orifice with his spectral shaft. “ugh, clampin’ around me so good,” and he presses a palm against your tummy. “feel me here, yeah?”

and you do, as his hand gingerly brushes against the outer skirts of your stomach, your lips part into an ‘o’ shape of surprise. “y- yesss, fuck. ‘s deep, toji.”

“fuck,” he groans, and you let off a cute astounded, ‘oh’ once you feel him fully plug you all the way in. it’s a popping noise that you’ll never forget. heavy balls of his creates a single thrust and you jolt all the way back. clawing at the backsides of his skin, you whimper out a sweet melodic hum. “pussy’s gonna get me addicted, girl.”

your legs lock and ensnare around toji’s slim waist as he starts up a pace—he’s slow and steady at first. slow and steady wins the race, but with a dick as big as his, you’re already losing. not so much physically, at least not yet.

just a few fathomless thrusts from the ghost and you were whipped, starving for more. hungry even.

perhaps if this was some sort of dream, you didn’t wanna wake up. it all felt to real to just be your imagination anyway,

his hits against you were just so good that it was brutal. toji’s got you laid against your back so he can stare right into your eyes. he’s panting, gawking openly as he feels you bare down on him. your dense walls squeeze around him before he’s starting up a more salacious tempo. you could barely even keep up. you whine, craning your neck to the left a bit — to the right, then to the left for the umpteenth time. your legs were already shuddering, your cunt feels so stuffed of his shaft that you’re already flumped against the mattress. not even before long, it’s stares to bounce and judder from the clumps of weight on top of it. you dig your teeth into toji’s shoulder, whimpering at how he repeatedly thwacks his tip against that forbidden g-spot. “t- toji, tojiiii,” you hiccup, cross eyed and doe-eyed.

he could listen to your voice all day, a tune he could forever hum.

for the nth time within seven seconds, your pussy squelches from the parching sensations of pleasure. you’re so wet, sopping so much that you put faucets to shame. toji feels your slick trying to snail its way all the way down to his base. “that’s it, mhm. fuck against me, girl. c’mon, yeah,” he shushes up against your ear, licking against your lobe. you shiver, his voice all deep with a slight hint of rasp in it. a raw moan grabs itself from the back of your throat and you feel a hand of his snakes its way towards your jouncing tits. toji groans—leaning in to suck against your neglected nipples, feverish breath ghosting against your sweet skin before you whine. “god, you taste so mmf, good.”

as he’s still jerking his sharp hips into you at full might, his tongue swirls around your pretty nubs, savoring it. another ear splitting ‘pop’ leaves his lips each time he breaks away from your mounds. “could eat you up.”

“f- fuck, ‘s good, toji. harder p-pleaseee,” you mewl out, his weight that hovers over you sends you shivers all throughout your spine and body. strained deep inhales escape from your heavy lungs as you feel his calloused fingertips dance against your skin. a big hand of toji’s caresses alongside the curvilinear juncture of your body, your pretty physique—taking in your humanly beauty. oh, a sight for sore eyes.

toji was almost positive he was addicted to you, he’s fucking you so deep that he makes it so easy for you to jerk away from from your attentions. he even has a scent to him. despite his phantom being, his aurora alone was just enticing. its strong. the musk infiltrates the insides of your flared up nostrils and you whine again. your whine was more of a choke, clinging onto his back, scraping your nails down his tense back muscles.

“f-fuck, squeezin’ around me so good, baby,” he groans, leafy eyes staring into yours the entire time. toji leans in to nip kisses everywhere on your face, near your neck, and right back to your chest again. your body, he could get used to this,

to you.

maybe humans weren’t all that bad,

toji’s hips were rude, the perfect way to describe it. it really knew no bounds, he knew no bounds.

your glossy eyes glance up at him and he’s got nothing but a sly smirk plastered on his face. you study his features as he’s plowing you deeply into your own bed—the bed creeks and creeks that it sounds like it’s hanging onto his final hinges.

as you’re gazing into his features, the first thing you notice was that scar.

he’s got a slanting, slashing scar that runs down near the right side of his mouth. surprisingly, it makes him ten times more attractive than he already was. as you’re trapped in your own thoughts again, he moves his face closer to you to kiss an alluring slope down the side of your neck. just a few minutes with you and he was already memorizing each particular spot of yours.

an adorable lewd expression marinated against your features as your pussy continues to slosh and squeak against his thickened cock. he’s so big inside of you, your tummy ends up extending a bit from his angles he’s hitting. toji never misses a spot though, he’s a precise man, a precise ghost,

you’re left stupid with your tongue visibly lolling out. he can’t help but chuckle.

“look at that tongue, mhm,” and he takes the opportunity to suck against the limp muscle. you whine, hugging his beefy body tightly as you suddenly feel agitated with the pure feeling of your arousal. pretty soon, you were getting close.

he was too—he could feel it, warm bodies against each other, he was gonna lose it.

toji’s mouth goes against your neck, exposing his pearly whites and he bares a single fang. he buries it into the crook of your neck again, adam’s apple bobbing out from each guttural moan that detaches from him.

“f-fuck fuck,” you sob out, your ankles securely locking around his hips as he’s making more haste. you let off a tiny whine, his teeth gently nibbling against your flavorsome flesh. you tasted so sweet, he craved you. crimson lips of his twitch before he pulls you into another kiss. this time, it’s more passionate. as his tongue explores the very depths of your mouth, his tempo was now relentless. flimsy arms of yours continue to flop due to your weak grip against his wide shoulders before he gently bites your bottom lip. “inside,” you huff, licking the edge of his scar. a faint purr comes from toji once you do that and it’s a bit cute. “wanna feel you from the inside.”

“careful,” he groans into your neck, pressing a palm onto your tummy again. “you might get possessed after this.”

you pause, giving him a furrowed eyebrow look and he only sneers at you.

“joking, ghost cum ‘s harmless, baby. i think..”

he was nothing but a mere tease, you roll your eyes before you babble over and over in his ear for him to shoot inside of you. with ease, he’s emitting out all kinds of moans from you. you’re so loud, he’s got sensitive ears so it makes his ears twitch. your voice though, he’s so drawn in to hearing every little whine that departures from the backs of your precious throat.

welts of pleasure surge through your body as your chest recoils against his. gnawing down on your lip, you spasm once it finally approaches.

it’s a wave, pouring into you all at once. the crash was unexpected. expect the unexpected, they say.

your legs felt zealously numb, your eyes dramatically roll back as your high finally comes. it’s so much, you could still feel your cunt gaping. a whiney grunt cuts out of your throat before a squeal shortly follows. waves and waves of pleasure make way for you, pupils twinkling with stars, you were experiencing pure ecstasy.

shortly afterward, toji’s comes and when he cums, it’s a lot. he spurts into you in volumes, it dumps into you so good that you’re left twitching. suddenly, you grow quiet from the way his palm swats over your mouth. “listen to it with me. saved so much for you.”

and his words were slow, his breaths were slow, everything was ploddingly slow.

you don’t think you’ve ever felt more full in your life, your cunt constricts one more time around his length before you let off a dry whimper. “mmm,” you inhale a candied breath, he’s still buried balls deep. his hilt thrashes against your sodden entrance gently before he pulls out, staring at the mess. such goopy amounts of cum pour out of your slit, he brings two fingers to peel back against your sloppy folds. you’re covering him with your slick, viridescent eyes of his peer down to see the head of his cock still oozing out with gluey white masses of seed. “toji..”

“atta girl,” he whispers, hearing the little falter in your voice.

so cute,

he’s filled you up to the brim and that was only just the beginning. “i know. i kn—” and he pauses, being cut off as he feels you bedaub his sensitive tip against your greedy cunt. you move it against your opening slit, watching as it tries to swallow it hole before you pull it back outs you’re still oozing and his eyes flicker to white for a second. “fuuuck, ‘m still sensitive girl.” and he’s the one to let off a whine this time. toji’s weight still hangs against you before you drag him into a kiss while hearing his deprived whimpers feed into your mouth. jet black strands of his tickle against your forehead as he grinds his hips against you, already weak for you. the epitome of pussy drunk. whatever spell you had, he wanted to know what it was. perhaps your pussy was a curse he wasn’t aware of.

your taste was just too tasteful. with the way you linger on his tongue like a treat, he only wanted more. toji pulls away after a while, shaft still halfway into you—idle, not moving a single inch. he’s buried but remains still. a shimmery concoction of spit leaves each lips and toji pants as your lips stray away from his. toji’s lungs feel like they were on fire, each breath he takes feels like it’s being snatched away.

“you,” he exhales, a thumb curling underneath your chin. with a needy look, the ghost’s confidence throws itself out the window and his bottom lip quavers a bit. he pants, making you switch positions and he pats his lap, pouting. “you, on top of me. i- i want more of you. please.”

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miupow · 1 year ago

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★ ── OTHER THAN THE BED... ? ⸝⸝ [ HYUNG LINE ]

skz hyung line and their favorite places to fuck ! ♡

[ ⟡ ] ── NSFW, MDNI! ⭑ fem!reader, dom!skz, mirror sex, couch sex, riding, doggy, light primal play, talk of exhibitionism, name calling, spanking, wall sex, degradation, manhandling, possessive behavior

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⟡ 방찬 BANG CHAN -> bathroom mirror.

chan grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugged hard so you lift your head to face him-- or rather, the mirror in front of you. he had you bent obscenely over the bathroom sink, fat cock pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt from behind, his thrusts so hard and deep that the sink digs painfully into your hips and you keep narrowly missing hitting the mirror with your forehead. "look at you~" he cooed so sugary sweet, nasty and condescending, the smacking of skin and the wet squelches from your cunt nearly drowning out his voice, echoing against the bathroom tile. "look so pretty like this, babygirl." you hardly recognized the person that stared back at you in the mirror; your mouth hung open, unable to contain your moans and shrill cries of pleasure, drool leaving your chin spit-slick and shiny. your eyes were blown out, dazed and unfocused and utterly debauched. you wanted to avert your eyes, but chan wouldn't let you look away. you can see his handsome, sweaty face and his pretty smirk behind you in the mirror, his tanned skin pink and his hair sticking to his forehead. "go ahead, pretty girl, tell me what you see."

⟡ 민호 MINHO -> the floor.

"such a tight fucking pussy, so good for me--" minho rasped, panting like a dog; the pace of his hips made you throw your head back and wail, his pretty cock hitting so deep inside you were seeing stars. you had been being a brat all night, pushed minho's buttons until he snapped and put you back in your place-- he had pushed you down onto the living room floor and mounted you right there like some kind of animal, held you in place with his long fingers pressing blooming purple and pink bruises to your hips and neck. "gonna make me cum soon, fuck baby... gonna let me cum inside? let me fill you up?" your knees burned from the carpet but you couldn't find it in you to care, not when minho was fucking you this good. he goes faster, harder, enamored with the way your ass jiggled fom his thrusts, the way your moans only got higher, more pathetic and whiny. he slapped your ass, hard, and snickered to himself as you choked on your scream. "you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? whore. right here where anyone could see you? see how good i give it to you? fuck, my girl's such a nasty slut."

⟡ 창빈 CHANGBIN -> the wall.

"who's pussy is this?" changbin growled into your ear, calloused hands folding you in half as he pounded you against the wall. "hm? who's pussy does this belong to? since you don't seem to fuckin' remember." your legs swung uselessly over his shoulders, bin's white-knuckle grip pressing your knees up against your chest-- his thick fat cock hit all of the right spots, kissed your cervix with every rough thrust, filled you up so deliciously you were rendered completely speechless.. "i-i'm sorry!" you warbled, scratching uselessly at his bulging biceps, unable to say much else with his thick fingers sliding down your thigh to rub tight circles against your swollen, aching clit. you could hardly focus, greedily drinking in eyefulls of changbin's big arms as he flexed to keep you firm against the wall. "it's yours! i'm yours!" "damned right," he grunted, huffing breath unsteady, his thrusts growing slick and sloppy as he neared his climax. "fuck yeah, you're mine, all mine."

⟡ 현진 HYUNJIN -> the couch.

"i just want to cuddle, baby," he had sworn with a smile, patting his lap so invitingly and beckoning you to come sit, but you knew he was lying straight through his teeth-- in no time at all hyunjin had you stripped naked and bouncing up and down on his cock, helping you set the pace with his hands gripping tight on your ass, alternating between squeezing and slapping the flesh, his evil grin widening with every whimper and gasp he managed to get out of you. his big long cock was so deep it made your head spin; you could feel him in your tummy, his hips meeting yours with deafening smacks... "jinnie, jinnie, i'm gonna cum!" you squealed, your nails digging crescents into hyunjin's shoulders; he just bounced you harder, fucked you deeper, threw his head back against the couch cushions when your wet gummy walls spasm and flutter around his shaft. "shit, baby, gonna cum for me? gonna make a mess?" he goaded eagerly, lopsided grin and unfocused eyes making your pussy clench hard around him. "go ahead baby, cum on my cock~"

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ivorywrites · 12 days ago

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At the same damn time! [ James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black]

rating: 18+. mdni. content: oral (f), oral (m), p in v, anal, dom!sirius, switch!james, switch!reader, threesome, overstim, friends w benefits note: oh wow this was filthy

The three of you had fallen into the same rhythm long ago: James lounging back on his bed with a lazy grin, Sirius sprawled sideways in the chair like he owned it, and you tucked cross-legged between them, trading stories and laughter. Their room always smelled faintly of smoke, leather, and boyish cologne—the kind of mix that clung to your skin when you stayed too long.

Sirius was mid-story, gesturing with a bottle in hand, sharp grin flashing.

“—And then he swore he could hex the lock open, but ended up blasting the entire bloody door off its hinges. You should’ve seen his face, Prongs.”

James threw his head back and laughed, hair falling into his eyes. “Bet he shat himself. Absolute twat.”

You laughed too, though your focus lingered on James a moment longer than it should have. His shirt had ridden up, exposing a lean stretch of stomach, and the easy way he sprawled back against the headboard made heat curl in your belly. You shifted slightly, hoping neither of them noticed.

Of course, Sirius noticed everything. His grey eyes cut to you, then back to James, and his grin only widened. “You’re staring, love.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly. “I am not.”

James leaned forward, eyes dancing with mischief. “Oh? Staring at me, were you?”

It was ridiculous how casual they could be about it, how they teased without shame. But the air had shifted—charged, heavy. Sirius leaned in, voice low and playful.

“Can’t blame you. He does look good, doesn’t he? Bet he tastes even better.”

James chuckled, shaking his head, though color had risen high on his cheeks. He looked at you, then at Sirius, then back again—testing, daring.

“Well then,” he said slowly, almost as if amused at himself for saying it, “maybe we should let her find out.”

The room went quiet except for the thrum of your heartbeat. Sirius raised a brow, reclining back like a king waiting to be entertained. “Go on, sweetheart. Show us how bad you want it.”

James smirked at you like he already knew your answer. His long fingers toyed absently with the hem of his shirt, waiting. You swallowed hard, then slid off the bed and onto your knees between his legs. The carpet scratched faintly under your skin, but the heat of the moment drowned it out.

James spread his thighs, lazy and inviting. “That’s it, love. Always so good for us.”

You glanced up at him, breath catching when his hand brushed over your hair—guiding, not forcing. Sirius shifted in the chair, smirking like this was the most entertaining thing he’d seen all week.

“Don’t be shy now,” Sirius drawled, swirling the bottle in his hand. “You’ve had your eyes on his cock all night. Might as well make yourself useful.”

Heat rushed through you, shame tangled deliciously with want. James unbuttoned his jeans with an easy flick, pushing them down just enough for his cock to spring free—thick, flushed, already half-hard from the teasing.

You licked your lips. James caught it, chuckling low in his chest. “Merlin, you’re eager. Go on, then.”

You leaned forward, taking him into your mouth, warm weight filling your tongue as you slid down slowly. James groaned, hand threading into your hair as he tipped his head back against the wall.

Sirius laughed under his breath, eyes glittering. “Look at you, Prongs. All red in the face already, and she’s barely started.”

James let out a shaky breath, trying and failing to sound casual. “Yeah, well—” His words broke off into a grunt as you sank deeper, hollowing your cheeks. “—She’s bloody good at it, isn’t she?”

You glanced up through your lashes, and the sight made James’ hips twitch. He tried to reply to something Sirius said, but every shift of your mouth, every swirl of your tongue, dragged another curse out of him.

“Not going to last long with that mouth,” Sirius teased, lounging back. “Bet she could make you beg in under five minutes.”

James’ laugh came ragged now, cut off by another groan as you sucked harder. His hand tightened in your hair, guiding your rhythm, and he looked down at you with glassy eyes. “Fuck, sweetheart… you hear him? He’s jealous.”

“Jealous?” Sirius grinned lazily. “Hardly. Just waiting my turn.”

Your lips stretched around him, the heavy heat of James’ cock filling your mouth as you slid down slowly. The taste of him coated your tongue—salty, warm, intoxicating. His thighs tensed under your hands, and when you swallowed around him, his head hit the wall with a dull thud.

“Fuck—” James hissed, chest heaving. His fingers tangled deeper in your hair, not pushing, just keeping you close. “You’re too good at this.”

You hummed around him, the vibration making him curse again. His cock twitched against your tongue, precome slicking your lips as you pulled back to lick a long stripe up his shaft before sinking down again.

From the chair, Sirius whistled low. “Listen to him—already falling apart. You’d think he’d never had his dick sucked before.”

James shot him a glare through heavy-lidded eyes. “Shut it, Pads.” His words faltered when you bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing, saliva slipping down your chin. “Bloody hell—she’s… Merlin—”

Sirius’ grin widened. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching the way your head moved in James’ lap like it was the only show that mattered. “Careful, love. Keep going like that and he’ll be spilling down your throat before I get a taste.”

Your cheeks burned hotter, but you didn’t stop—you wanted James trembling. You wanted Sirius watching. So you wrapped your hand around the base of James’ cock, stroking what your mouth couldn’t take, while your tongue traced circles under the head.

James bucked helplessly, a strangled laugh escaping him. “She’s trying to kill me, Pads—fuck—look at her.”

“I am looking.” Sirius’ voice had dropped lower now, darker. “Look at those pretty lips stretched around you. She’s perfect like this, isn’t she?”

James’ hand flexed in your hair, tugging just enough to make you whimper. His gaze dropped to your wet, swollen mouth working over him. “Yeah,” he groaned, “she’s perfect.”

Sirius shifted in his chair, and when you glanced sideways, you caught the unmistakable outline straining in his trousers. His grin was wolfish.

James gave a breathless laugh, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as his eyes flicked to Sirius. “Told you you’d get jealous.”

Sirius stood at last, lazy like a predator who’d been patient too long. He set his bottle down with a clink and crossed the room, boots heavy against the floorboards.

“Shift up,” he murmured to James, though his eyes were on you.

James, dazed with pleasure, obeyed—leaning back against the headboard, legs spread wider to give Sirius room. You pulled off James’ cock with a wet pop, lips swollen, chin slick. Before you could catch your breath, Sirius crouched in front of you, thumb sweeping across your lower lip to smear the shine.

“Messy little thing,” he said with a grin. “You like it, don’t you? On your knees, mouth full of cock, both of us watching.”

Heat rushed through you, but you didn’t answer—just parted your lips, tongue darting to chase his thumb. Sirius chuckled, dark and approving.

James groaned above you, fisting the sheets. “Pads, stop teasing. She’s driving me mad.”

“Oh, I’m not the one teasing,” Sirius replied smoothly. Then his hands caught your waist, strong and unyielding, and he hauled you up onto the bed.

You landed on your back across the sheets, breathless, as Sirius sprawled down beside you, clothes taken off. His lips brushed your ear, voice low and deliberate. “Here’s how we’re going to play this: I want you on my face, sweetheart. James on my cock. Both of you giving me something to feel.”

The words alone made you ache. James’ eyes went wide, his chest heaving. “You—you want me—”

Sirius laughed and smacked his thigh. “Yeah, Prongs. Don’t act shy now. You’ve been eyeing me up for years.” His grin softened into something filthier. “And I’ve been waiting to fuck you.”

The tension snapped like a whip. James stared for a beat too long, then dragged a hand down his face and muttered, “Fuck it.”

He moved fast, shoving his jeans the rest of the way off and climbing over Sirius with a mixture of nerves and hunger. Sirius lay back, cock already hard against his stomach, watching James with a smug little smirk.

“Good boy,” Sirius teased, voice vibrating with satisfaction. Then his hand slid up to beckon you closer. “And you, darling—up here. Sit that pretty cunt on my mouth.”

Your pulse thundered. James’ cock gleamed with spit, his body tense above Sirius, and you knew exactly what Sirius wanted: both of you tangled, grinding, desperate, with him caught in the middle.

And God, you wanted it too.

James froze above Sirius, straddling his thighs but not lowering down yet. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, fingers twitching like he didn’t know where to put them. His cock was flushed and dripping, so obviously aching, but his face was caught between disbelief and arousal. “Merlin’s sake, Pads, are you sure about this?”

Sirius tilted his head back against the pillow, hair spilling wild around him. He looked like sin incarnate, stretched out and waiting, grin lazy and wicked. “Look at me, Prongs. Do I look unsure?”

James’ gaze flicked down, taking in the hard length pressed against Sirius’ stomach, the way he lounged like a man utterly in control. James swallowed hard. “Bloody hell…”

“Relax.” Sirius reached up, brushing his hand along James’ thigh, the touch casual but electric. “You’ve trusted me with everything else. Trust me with this too.”

You knelt nearby, watching the push and pull between them, your own skin prickling with want. James glanced at you, and your breath caught at the raw uncertainty in his eyes.

“You really want this?” he asked, voice rough.

“Yeah,” you whispered, throat dry. “More than anything.”

That seemed to tip him. James let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his messy hair before bracing himself over Sirius again. “You’re a fucking menace, Padfoot.”

Sirius smirked, eyes glinting. “And you love me for it.”

He guided James’ hips down with a firm grip, lining him up. James gasped when the blunt head of Sirius’ cock pressed against him—his whole body shuddering, torn between tension and need.

“Easy,” Sirius murmured, stroking his thigh soothingly. “Breathe, Prongs. Take it slow. I’ve got you.”

James let out a hiss, half-frustrated, half-desperate. “Fuck…”

“God, you’re beautiful like this,” Sirius went on, his voice soft but soaked with hunger. “Easy, love.”

You bit your lip, thighs rubbing together. James’ breath came faster, his cock twitching hard in front of you as Sirius coaxed him down inch by inch. The stretch had him trembling, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of Sirius’ head.

“Good boy,” Sirius praised, voice ragged now. “That’s it, ride me slow. Feels better than you thought, doesn’t it?”

James groaned low in his chest, nodding but not trusting himself to speak. His whole body arched, caught between pain and pleasure, while Sirius’ grin turned feral.

Then Sirius looked past James—straight at you. His tone dropped, dark and commanding. “Now, darling. Get up here and let me taste you. Let him watch while you ride my face.”

Your whole body buzzed as you crawled up the bed. Sirius’ hands caught your hips, guiding you over his chest and facing James until your knees planted on either side of his shoulders. He looked up at you with that wolfish grin, lips already parted.

“Sit,” he ordered.

You lowered slowly, heart hammering, until his mouth pressed hot and eager against you. The first swipe of his tongue made your thighs tremble, and then you were sinking fully down onto him, his tongue pushed deep.

“Oh—fuck—” You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his abs for balance, body rocking helplessly against his mouth.

Before you, James let out a strangled moan. You blinked up, dizzy with sensation, and nearly lost yourself at the sight: James straddling Sirius’ hips, head tipped back, his cock hard and dripping while Sirius filled him inch by inch.

His chest heaved, muscles straining as he rode down, and Sirius groaned into your cunt at the same time, the vibration shooting straight through you.

James looked down at you then, face flushed, hair sticking damp to his forehead. His voice broke on a laugh. “Fucking hell—we’re really doing this—”

You reached forward, wrapping your hand around his cock. The slick heat of him pulsed against your palm, and his whole body shuddered.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped, eyes locked on yours. “Please—don’t stop.”

You leaned forward, lips wrapping around the swollen head, sucking him deep while Sirius devoured you from below. James nearly collapsed, a guttural noise tearing from his throat as his hips jerked between your mouth and Sirius’ cock inside him.

“Christ—she’s—fuck—” His words cut off, replaced by gasps and curses. He fisted your hair tight, guiding you down his length, eyes glassy with pleasure.

Beneath it all, Sirius groaned against you, his tongue relentless, his cock buried in James. Every thrust of James’ hips pushed him deeper into both of you, the whole bed shaking with the rhythm.

“Look at us,” Sirius rasped between licks, his voice muffled against your cunt. “My two favorite people, falling apart on me.” He sucked your clit hard, making you cry out, before adding, “Ride me, Prongs. Make her choke on it while she soaks my face.”

James obeyed with a desperate sound, bouncing harder on Sirius’ cock. His moans grew louder, rougher, as he fucked himself down while you swallowed him greedily, drool slicking your chin.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of your mouth, Sirius’ tongue, the slap of James’ thighs. You were a mess together, tangled and hungry, each movement setting off the next until it felt like all three of you would break at once.

James’ rhythm grew frantic, thighs trembling as he fucked himself down on Sirius’ cock. Every drop of slick made the thrusts smoother, every bounce driving a groan out of him. His head lolled back, neck flushed red, chest gleaming with sweat.

“Fuck, Pads—” James gasped, voice wrecked. “You’re—too big—”

Sirius growled into your cunt, the sound vibrating through you. He dragged his mouth up your slit and nipped lightly at your clit, making your hips buck against his face. Then he pulled back just long enough to rasp, “You can take it, Prongs. You’re taking it so fucking well. Look at you—riding me like you were made for it.”

James’ answering moan was strangled, desperate. His grip tightened in your hair as you swallowed him down again, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. He couldn’t decide which sensation to chase—your mouth milking him or Sirius splitting him apart from below.

Drool and spit ran down your chin, dripping onto Sirius’ chest. Your eyes watered, but you stayed on him, loving the way James’ whole body shuddered when you gagged around him.

“Bloody hell,” James groaned, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, each movement desperate but shaky. “She’s—shit, Pads, she’s going to make me—”

Sirius cut him off by sucking your clit hard, tongue circling, his hands pinning your hips down to his face. You screamed around James’ cock, the vibration sending him into a frenzy.

“Good girl,” Sirius praised against your cunt, his voice muffled, drenched in filth. “Drown me, sweetheart. Fuck my mouth while he fucks himself on me.”

You rocked harder against him, smearing your slick over his sharp cheekbones as his tongue worked mercilessly. Your thighs trembled, nails scratching at James’ hips for balance.

James’ eyes dropped to you, wild and glazed. The sight of you grinding on Sirius’ face while his cock stretched your throat made his hips stutter violently. “I can’t—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Don’t you dare pull out,” Sirius snapped, still lapping at you. His free hand smacked James’ arse sharply, making him jolt. “Give it to her. Down her throat. Make her swallow every drop.”

James cursed loud, hips slamming forward. You gagged and moaned at once, tears slipping free, and the raw sound of your devotion made him groan deep from his chest.

The three of you moved like a machine now—James bouncing helplessly, Sirius grinding into him while tonguing you open, you choking and drooling as you sucked James with everything you had. Every thrust, every lick, every swallow wound the tension tighter and tighter.

It felt dangerous, overwhelming, inevitable.

James was unraveling fast. His thighs shook where they straddled Sirius, every downward drop forcing a guttural moan from his throat. You could feel it in the way his cock pulsed against your tongue, swollen and throbbing, begging for release.

But Sirius wasn’t about to let either of you finish just yet.

He tore his mouth from your cunt for a moment, lips shiny with slick, and snarled up at James. “Slow the fuck down, Prongs.”

You whimpered—actually whimpered—at the sudden loss of Sirius’ tongue beneath you. James’ hips jerked like he couldn’t help himself. “Pads, I—please, I can’t—”

“You can,” Sirius snapped, grip tightening on your thighs. James moaned helplessly, eyes fluttering. “You’re going to take it at my pace. Not yours. Mine.”

His hand slid from your hip to James’, gripping so tight his knuckles whitened. Sirius guided him, forcing a slower grind down his cock, deeper and more deliberate, until James was keening with every inch.

“Look at him,” Sirius growled, eyes flicking to you. “Fucking gorgeous like this. Can’t decide if he wants to fuck your throat raw or beg me to split him open.”

Your lips slid off James with a wet pop, saliva stringing between your mouth and his cock. You stroked him slowly, deliberately cruel, watching the way his stomach clenched. “He looks like he wants both.”

James cursed, shoving into your fist, but Sirius wrenched his hips back down with a brutal snap.

“Don’t let him off easy, sweetheart,” Sirius ordered, voice low. “Tease the fuck out of him. Make him work for it.”

So you did—kitten licks along the tip, a shallow suck, your tongue tracing just under the head while your hand gripped the base tight. James nearly sobbed, torn between grinding down on Sirius and begging you for more.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re both evil—” James gasped, sweat dripping down his temples. “I can’t—don’t stop—oh, bloody hell—”

Sirius’ lips were back on you then, tongue stabbing deep, pulling out and tracing circles around your clit. You cried out, clutching James tighter as your hips ground helplessly against Sirius’ face. His growl vibrated through you, sending shocks up your spine.

James stared down at the sight of you writhing above Sirius, your thighs trembling as he devoured you. His cock twitched violently in your hand. “She’s gonna—she’s gonna come, Pads, look at her—”

“Not yet,” Sirius rasped against your cunt. “I want her dripping all over me before I let any of us finish.” His tongue circled mercilessly, his hands clamping your thighs so hard you’d bruise.

You were shaking, pleasure boiling over but never tipping, because every time you got close, Sirius shifted his rhythm—slowing, dragging it out, making you beg.

Your voice broke. “Please—Sirius, please, I need—”

He laughed darkly, slick dripping down his chin. “That’s it, darling. Beg. The more you beg, the sweeter it’ll taste.”

James was no better, reduced to a trembling mess above him, biting his lip so hard it bled. His cock was iron-hard in your hand, veins throbbing. He tried to fuck your fist but Sirius forced him down slower, stretching him deeper until James cried out, eyes rolling back.

“Christ,” Sirius groaned. “I could keep you both on the edge all fucking night.”

And it felt true—none of you had come yet, but every nerve was lit up, strung tight, wracked with too much sensation to handle. The air smelled of sweat, spit, and sex, every breath heavy with it.

You were drowning together, and Sirius held all the strings.

Sirius’ grip on James’ hips was merciless, holding him down even as James writhed, desperate for more friction, more speed, more anything. His cock leaked freely in your fist, smearing slick down your fingers as you teased the head with feather-light licks.

“Pads,” James whined, voice cracking, “Please, let me—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” Sirius cut him off sharply, biting at your inner thigh hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue licked over the sting immediately after, smug. “Neither of you are coming until I say so.”

You shivered, every muscle strung tight, hips jerking against his mouth. His tongue dragged slowly, lazily, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. Every time you thought he’d let you tip, he changed pace, pulling back to blow cool air across your soaked folds until you were sobbing with need.

James was no better, trembling, eyes squeezed shut. His thighs quivered where they straddled Sirius, sweat dripping down his flushed chest. He tried to chase your hand with shallow thrusts, but you slowed your movements cruelly, matching Sirius’ rhythm. Every stroke of your fist stopped just before the head, making him choke on a moan of frustration.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t—” James babbled, his head dropping forward until his sweaty curls brushed your cheek. His voice was wrecked, ragged. “I need to come, I’m begging you, please—”

Sirius only smirked up at him from between your thighs, lips glistening, chin slick with your wetness. “Look at you,” he rasped, tongue flicking your clit just long enough to make you cry out. “Both of you—already fucked out and you haven’t even given me what I want yet.”

“What—what do you want?” You gasped, clutching at James’ biceps for balance.

He moaned, sucking your clit hard until your vision sparked, then pulled back just long enough to snap, “I want you to break. I want Prongs to break. I want to drag you both through it so many times you forget how to breathe.”

James’ cock twitched violently in your fist at those words, his whole body shuddering. He buried his face against your shoulder, teeth scraping your skin. “He’s gonna kill me,” James groaned, voice muffled. “Fuck, Pads, you’re gonna kill me.”

Sirius laughed low, dangerous, and pulled you down harder against his face, burying his tongue inside you until you screamed. At the same time, he thrust up into James with a brutal snap of his hips, forcing a strangled sob out of him.

It was too much. Too slow, too deep, too relentless. You were both teetering on the edge, writhing, begging, broken open under Sirius’ hands.

Your thighs were shaking so violently you thought they might give out, but Sirius’ grip was iron. Every flick of his tongue had your whole body jerking, and every sharp grind of his hips beneath James made the bed creak. You could hear James’ desperate little whimpers right in your ear, breath hot against your skin as he tried and failed to hold himself together.

“Pads,” he croaked, voice gone raw. “I—I can’t hold it—”

Sirius growled against your cunt, sending another shudder ripping through you. He pulled back just enough to speak, lips wet and swollen. “Both of you. Together. Don’t come until I tell you. When I say, you let go. Understand?”

You nodded frantically, tears streaking down your cheeks, while James gave a broken, “Y-yeah—” though his cock twitched violently in your hand, dripping all over your knuckles.

Sirius’ grin was wicked. “Good little pets.”

Then he stopped teasing. His tongue moved with brutal precision, sucking your clit like he meant to rip the orgasm out of you, while his hips slammed up hard into James. The sudden change tore screams from both of you—James’ moans ragged against your ear, your cries muffled against his shoulder.

“Now,” Sirius snarled, voice guttural, command vibrating through both of you. “Fucking come for me.”

The words were a detonator.

You shattered with a scream, your thighs locking around his head as wave after wave of release broke you open. His tongue never stopped, devouring everything you gave, dragging your orgasm out until you thought you’d pass out.

At the same time, James fell apart in your hand, his cock pulsing violently as he spilled hot down your wrist and Sirius’ abs. He sobbed against your neck, muffling his cries in your skin as his whole body convulsed.

Sirius groaned, hips bucking up into James, the sound nearly lost beneath both of your cries. The tight heat around his cock finally dragged him over the edge, and he spilled deep inside James with a guttural snarl, holding both of you locked against him while he shook with it.

The room spun, thick with panting breaths and the smell of sex.

You collapsed forward, forehead pressed against James’ shoulder, your body boneless. James trembled above Sirius, chest heaving, his curls damp with sweat as he clung to you.

Beneath you both, Sirius lay sprawled like a satisfied king, hair wild, lips glistening, eyes heavy-lidded but smug.

“Well,” he drawled after a long, shaky silence, his voice rough with use. “That… was bloody brilliant.”

James let out a laugh that cracked halfway through, muffled against your skin. “You’re—insufferable.”

“And yet,” Sirius smirked, giving James’ arse a lazy squeeze, “you’ll both be begging me for more tomorrow.”

You couldn’t muster a reply—James hadn’t even finished trembling when Sirius shifted under the both of you. His hands, firm on your thighs, slid down to squeeze your hips before shoving you off his face until you were pressed chest-to-chest with James. The movement forced James to stay seated on Sirius’ cock, every inch still buried deep inside him.

James whimpered, his whole body flinching. “Pads—wait—I can’t—”

“Oh, you can.” Sirius’ voice was low and dangerous, his grin all teeth. “You’re still hard. Look at you—dripping all over my stomach and twitching like you want more.”

You felt James shudder against you, caught between overstimulation and want. His cock was flushed, swollen, smeared with his own release—but Sirius wasn’t wrong. He hadn’t softened at all.

Sirius tilted his head, catching your dazed eyes. “Sweetheart. Don’t think you’re off the hook either. I want you on him—ride his cock while I fuck him open. Let’s see how much our precious Prongs can take.”

Your stomach clenched, a hot bolt of desire sparking through you even though you were still trembling from your orgasm. “Sirius—he’ll break—”

“That’s the point.” Sirius shoved his hips up sharply, making James cry out with a strangled sob. “I want him ruined.”

James clung to you desperately, face buried in your neck, but the noise he made wasn’t protest—it was wrecked, needy, desperate. His cock twitched against your stomach like it was begging.

Sirius grinned like a wolf who’d cornered his prey. “Hear that, sweetheart? He’s begging without even speaking. Come on. Sit pretty on him for me.”

Your hands shook as you reached between your bodies, guiding James to your entrance. He was slick with spit and come, sliding easily against you. James whined when the head nudged your folds, trembling like he’d come again just from that.

“Easy,” Sirius coaxed from below, though his tone dripped with dark amusement. “Let her sink down slow, Prongs. Feel every inch of her while I split you wider.”

You braced yourself on James’ shoulders and lowered. The stretch of him filling you was almost unbearable with how sensitive you still were, but the look on James’ face made it worth it—his head thrown back, lips parted, a moan torn straight from his chest as you sank down around him.

“Fuck—fuck—she’s—Merlin, Pads, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” Sirius’ hands tightened bruisingly on James’ hips, dragging him down harder onto his cock just as you bottomed out. The three of you groaned together at the sensation—James trapped between you both, cock buried in your cunt, Sirius buried in him.

You clenched around James involuntarily, and his whole body shook. “Too much,” he gasped, though his hips jerked helplessly up into you. “It’s—it’s too much—”

Sirius laughed darkly, snapping his hips up in a brutal thrust that made James choke on a scream. “Too much is exactly what you need.”

You caught James’ face in your hands, forcing him to look at you through tear-bright eyes. “Breathe, love. Just breathe.” You rolled your hips slowly, grinding on his cock while Sirius fucked him from below.

James’ moan broke, high and shattered. “Bloody hell—she’s—tight—fuck, Pads, I’m—”

Sirius smirked up at both of you, sweat dripping down his temples, eyes feral. “That’s it, Prongs. Take it like a good boy. Her cunt squeezing you, my cock wrecking you. You’re ours now.”

James’ nails dug into your back as he sobbed against your shoulder, hips moving despite himself. You could feel every brutal thrust of Sirius through him, every twitch of his cock inside you, every ragged breath against your neck.

And Sirius wasn’t letting up. He set a relentless pace, using James like a toy, forcing his body to fuck into you even when James thought he couldn’t take any more.

Your own pleasure built again shockingly fast, nerves fried but desperate, every movement setting your clit against James’ v-line. You moaned into his mouth, kissing him through the mess of it, and his answering whimper was almost broken.

“She’s—she’s squeezing me—Pads, I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t stop—”

Sirius chuckled dark and sharp, fucking up into him harder. “Don’t stop. Spill inside her while I fuck it deeper into you. Make a mess of her cunt for me.”

James screamed against your lips, and you knew neither of you would last.

James’ cry tore through the room, desperate and helpless, his cock jerking inside you as he spilled hot and thick, pulse after pulse painting your walls. His whole body convulsed between you and Sirius, but Sirius didn’t stop—not for a second.

“That’s it, Prongs,” Sirius growled, snapping his hips harder, driving himself deeper into James’ trembling body. “Come for her, and I’ll fuck every drop back into you.”

You felt it—felt James still pulsing inside you, even as he whimpered brokenly against your lips. He was gone, already past the edge, but his hips kept moving anyway, helplessly rutting into you as Sirius forced him into a brutal rhythm.

“Sirius—” you gasped, overwhelmed yourself, your cunt fluttering wildly around James. “He—he’s not stopping—”

“Good.” Sirius’ voice was feral, sweat dripping from his hairline, eyes wild as he pounded up into James with vicious precision. “He’s not allowed to stop. Not until he breaks.”

James sobbed, high and wrecked, his nails raking down your back as another orgasm tore through him too soon, his cock twitching violently inside you. His whole body shook with it, a strangled noise caught in his throat as he gave in, spilling again despite the tears streaking his flushed face.

You moaned at the feeling, at the sight of him unraveling so completely. “He’s—Merlin, he’s still coming—”

“Because he’s mine,” Sirius snarled, dragging James down harder onto his cock, fucking up so hard the bedframe rattled. “Ours. He’ll come until there’s nothing left in him.”

James’ head lolled against your shoulder, his eyes glassy and unfocused, but his body kept giving—every sharp thrust from Sirius forced another ragged sound, another twitch, another helpless spurt inside you until you were shaking on him, pushed over the edge yourself with a scream.

You clamped down around James’ cock, dragging him deeper into your orgasm, and he convulsed beneath you, completely undone. Sirius groaned at the way James tightened around him, slamming up one last brutal time before burying himself to the hilt, spilling hot into him.

For a moment, the only sound was the wet slap of skin, the ragged chorus of moans and cries, and then the collapse—James finally going boneless, trembling violently, his body utterly spent.

He sagged into you, barely conscious, his breaths shallow little gasps against your skin. Sirius held him in place with a possessive grip, chest heaving, a wolfish grin still plastered across his face.

“Look at him,” Sirius panted, eyes glittering as he stroked his hands down James’ sweat-slick sides. “Ruined. Beautiful. Could fuck him for days like this.”

James let out the faintest whimper, incoherent, and his lashes fluttered as if he couldn’t even hold his eyes open.

You brushed damp curls from his forehead, kissing his temple softly even as your own body shook. “He’s done, Pads,” you whispered, voice gentle where Sirius’ was cruel. “You’ve broken him.”

Sirius only smirked, leaning up to nip at your throat. “Exactly what I wanted.”

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hyperprosexia · 5 months ago

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18+, mdni | gn!reader

hate fucking your nemesis in a supply closet after a failed op where the bastard nearly got himself killed to protect you.

you shove him inside the crammed space as soon as you leave the tarmac; scruffing him by the collar like a disobedient pup who pissed on the carpet.

it's disgusting and messy as you paw and grope at each other in the darkness with ragged breaths and snarled insults.

you're both dirty and reeking of adrenaline-laced sweat, the smells both causing you to recoil as they bite your nostrils and making you want to press your nose deeper into his stinking armpit at the same time.

blood and grime are still caked into your combat boots as he straightens his stance behind you to bully his drooling cock into your greedy hole while your blunt nails scratch and dig into the rickety supply shelf for some leverage as you take him deep; needing to feel him all up in your guts to assure yourself that he's still there.

still alive. still breathing. still loathing each other.

your walls convulse and squeeze around his throbbing prick when this terribly intrusive thought creeps into your mind, and his thrusts falter with a deep groan; head lolling forward as he rests his forehead against the back of your neck, hips pacing to a slow, sensual grind while he catches his breath.

"killin' me here, sweetheart," he grunts lowly and his breath puffs over your tacky skin before his tongue drags along the curve of your neck, causing your legs to tremble. "fuck."

you know he's trying not to cum yet, even though you need it. need to feel his hot seed filling you up to remind you again that he's really still there.

you push back against his hips, eyes flashing with anger in the dark when he denies you that reassurance.

"good," you hiss, growling low in your throat while his gloved hand comes up to curl around it, pulling you back against his chest. "ngh~ fuck y-you, asshole."

his cock twitches harder inside you with each uttered, slurred insult.

the stupid bastard nearly left you behind on this godforsaken planet.

he hums, all pleased and happy, a gravelly purr vibrating against your back, and he even has the audacity to chuckle before he picks up his pace again; fucking you with sharp, shallow thrusts that leave your toes curling in your boots and your lewd moans come out like pathetic little mewls.

"so sweet, my love," he rasps against your ear, crooked teeth nipping at it while his hand tightens around your throat, needing to feel your pulse thrum through the rough fabric of his tac gloves.

"always s' scared and worried 'bout me, huh? yeah, you love me so much, don't ya?"

your head swims. tears prickle at the corners of your stinging eyes; baring your gritted teeth in another snarl as you cream around his fat cock. frustrated and seething, your bruised hands ball into fists with the overwhelming urge to knock his teeth out while heat of your climax coils rapidly in your belly.

"m'gonna kill you myself next time."

he laughs again and the slick, obscenely wet sound of his cock fucking into your desperate, rippling hole is the last push you need before you cum while he clamps his large hand over your mouth to muffle your pathetic sounds.

"fuck, f-fuck! yes, sweetheart, fuckin' take it," he grunts, panting harshly as he lets the feeling of your fluttering, tight walls pull him right under the surface along with you before his balls throb with overwhelming pleasure and his thick spurts of cum fill you up until you go limp in his strong embrace.

and despite everything, you cling to his forearms while your heart thunders against your ribcage, anger still simmering in your veins while his cock softens and his seed dribbles out of your sensitive hole.

his chapped lips brush over your neck with featherlight kisses. "feel better yet, love?"

you huff and whine as you let your head drop forward, forehead resting against the mean edge of the shelf while it pinches into your skin, though nothing could ever hurt you more than the sheer thought of ever losing him.

"i mean it... fuck you and don't you dare ever leave me."

his arms tighten around you as he shoves his limp cock back inside you with a sharp grunt.

"don't worry," he clucks his tongue then buries his sweaty face into the crook of your neck, muffling his words. "i won't."

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crappymixtape · 1 month ago

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call collect

you and your best friend ( and coworker ) steve go to cincinnati for a big client presentation, but delays at the airport keep you there longer than expected — when your boyfriend calls and steve catches him fucking up, who will you choose? | *18+ TW: cheating, language ( 3.8k, hurt / comfort, angst, smut, little fluff, best friends, steve x you, steve x reader )

C A L L C O L L E C T 🎵 over-the-ocean call, lizzy mcalpine

The sound of rain hammering the roof overhead was almost deafening. Like the static scratch of a TV without an antennae. The shitty little motel was less than ideal, but with all the delays at the airport, there was no way you were going to get out of there before morning.

When your boss asked you and Steve to fly to Cincinnati to present without him, it’d been a big deal for both of you; the fact that he trusted you enough to be with the client solo meant you were stepping into the next phase of your career, and Steve was too.

Once you’d reached your rooms, you allowed yourselves to finally be proud. Despite the stress of the day, you had just accomplished something huge.

“Did you see the look on the CEOs face after you presented that last slide??” Steve asked, shit-eating grin on his face as he dumped your bags on the floor of the room.

“He ate it up,” you grinned right back, cheeks pinking up a little at the attention.

“Hell yeah he did. You were incredible! Seriously, congratulations.”

The way he looked at you then conjured heat between your ribs. Proud, impressed, and maybe a flicker of adoration. It was a feeling you experienced more and more with Steve, one you knew was supposed to come from your boyfriend…but didn’t.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and shattered the tension pulled taut between you.

“Oh–er–go ahead! I should call, Robs,” Steve stuttered, backing into his room.

“Right, yeah,” your composure was just as scattered, clearing a spot on your bed and fumbling your cell. “Hey, babe! I’m good. No, no, it got delayed,” you glanced through the door at Steve, watching as he dug around in his messenger bag, muscles pulling and flexing as he took things out.

“Are you there?” came through the receiver.

“What?” Right. Your boyfriend. “Uh–it’s okay,” you murmured into the receiver, “Sheets are a little scratchy.”

You gave him a run down of the presentation, told him not to pick you up like you’d arranged, and that Steve was checking if Robin could be available when you landed in the morning.

When the low hum of your friend’s voice filtered through the adjoining door between your rooms, you leaned forward on the edge of your bed to see Steve’s socked-feet kicking just above the carpeted floor.

“Yeah, he’s on with Robin right now, so don’t worry about it. I know you have to be to that interview by eight,” you reassured, hand smoothing over the old, wooly blanket on top of your bed. “Let me know how it goes. You too. Love you, g’night.”

Steve was still talking to Robin when you hung up, so you got up and took stock of your room.

The motel had vacancies, unsurprisingly, and was able to get you a couple of spots connected by a locking, adjoining door. You said it wasn’t necessary for the two rooms to be linked, but when you clocked the creepy janitor loitering near the ice machine you were thankful for it.

There was a mini fridge tucked into the entertainment system, squealing like it was on it’s last legs, and the wall unit next to the bed seemed to be stuck in AC mode, blowing cold air into an already freezing room. You pressed your fingers against the buttons, clicking OFF once, twice, three times.

Click. Click, click. Click, click, click!

“Piece of shit,” you kicked a foot into the bottom of it just as Steve knocked on your wall.

“Hey, everything okay in here?” he asked, mouth turned up in a half-smile.

“Oh, you know. Quality is their middle name here at the Cinci Suites,” came out overly sarcastic. “Sorry,” you apologized through a sigh, “I’m tired.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve commiserated, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “Damn, your room’s just as cold as mine is. Did you get a hold of Ian?” he asked, still lingering in the space between.

His hair was disheveled, sticking up in odd places after running his hands through it nonstop at the airport an hour ago, shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’d undone the top three buttons on his dress shirt, open low enough you could see the thick thatch of hair sitting just underneath, and the thin silver chain that settled across his collarbone. Realizing you were staring, you dropped your gaze down to your nails, picking at the chipped polish.

“Yeah! Yep. I told him Robin’s going to pick us up instead, so he can make that interview.”

“Cool, Robs said she’ll be there, I’ll call her when we land.”

“Great!”

“Yep.”

Quiet stretched between you then, Steve still loitering half in your space, half in his, and a shiver ran down your spine at the cold, but more at the way Steve looked. Even when he was stressed out and tired, he managed to look good.

“Er–anyway. You go do your thing, I’m gonna veg out and watch the rest of this movie,” Steve cracked first, thumbing over his shoulder at the TV in his room. Someone shouted, Marty! from the screen just before a crack of lightning hit a clocktower in the background.

“Thank you,” you said, biting at the inside of your cheek. “Even if this place sucks, it’s better than the airport floor.” You gave him a small smile, taking a few steps toward him and the bathroom. A shower would fix everything. The cold, your aching feet, the heat swelling in your chest and Steve.

“Oh, hey. Don’t mention it,” he held his hands up, it’s nothing, and then pointed his chin at the closet. “Let me know how the robes are,” he joked.

You snorted, “Already looked. Mine’s got a hole in the back. Not promising.”

“Damn,” he chuckled, “Alright, holler when you’re out and we can look over client feedback.”

“Hey–” you added, “–if Ian calls again, will you answer it?”

“For sure, can do.”

Murmuring your thanks, you slipped into the bathroom, flicked on the light and fan, turned on the shower, and filled the room with steam.

~*~*~*~

Steve knew you and your boyfriend, Ian, had been rocky at best lately, especially after you’d caught him texting your best friend, Carol, last month. Ian promised it was just texts, nothing else, and told you how sorry he was, how grateful he was to have you in his life, that he’d never do it again, but Steve didn’t believe him.

Ian had a reputation around Hawkins, especially back in high school, and Steve knew he hadn’t been a saint either, but at least he never cheated on anyone. He hated seeing you stressed out and anxious. The thought of your boyfriend cheating on you always lingering in the back of your mind. You couldn’t ever, truly relax and Steve thought, knew, you deserved better. Better than that shitbag.

The shower in the other room turned on and it pulled Steve’s gaze from where he was sprawled out on his bed. He was glad you were able to take a minute to decompress, especially after the airport chaos, but when he caught your feet moving under the door his thoughts wandered.

He pictured you standing in the steam. Water spilling over your figure. The way it would run down the slope of your neck, the dip in your collarbone, the plush of your waist. Imagined the soft curve of your cupid’s bow lifting at the edges, tilting in a smile, teasing him from behind the door. Thought of the sweet sounds he’d pull from you, his lips pressed to the hollow behind your ear, the long sweep of your lashes and how they’d kiss the tops of your cheeks as he–

“Shit,” he muttered.

Shoving a pillow into his lap over his hard on, Steve tried to focus on how gross it was that Marty McFly’s mom wanted to bang him, but a ring from the other room sounded and he looked through the doorway again.

“Got a phone call!” he hollered, voice cracking. The shower was off, but you hadn’t come out yet. When your phone kept ringing, he stood from his bed and put one foot into your room. “Your phone’s ringing!” he said again, but you didn’t reply over the rumble of the fan. “Ahh, coming, coming,” he shuffled across your room and grabbed your phone from the bedside table, arm over his half-hard boner.

Ian Griffiths stared up at him. He scowled, but remembered his promise to answer. Swiping a finger over the green bar, he put your cell to his ear.

“Hey–”

“Carol baby,” Ian’s voice cut Steve off, a low purr, “I’m free until tomorrow morning. Their flight got delayed, so it’s just enough time. Can I still come to your place?”

“What the fuck–” Steve held the phone out, then jammed it back to his ear, “–I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“Oh, shit–hey, man! Uh–I was just calling to see–”

“No, no, no–cut the bullshit,” Steve growled, “You fucked up and called the wrong number, man.”

“Dude. Please don’t say anything. It’ll be just between us guys, right?” Ian pushed, desperate, huffing a nervous chuckle, “You know how it goes, can’t control our manly urges.”

“Can’t control–Jesus Christ. I’m definitely going to say something and you’re definitely an absolute asshole. Don’t call again.”

“Wait–please, don’t–I can explain–”

Steve hit the red, End Call, button and threw the phone onto your bed, tangling his hands in his hair. His heart hammered against his ribcage, hard enough to crack it, face burning at what had just happened.

Your boyfriend was cheating on you, again, but this time he dialed you instead of his booty call and–

“God dammit, piece of shit,” he gritted between his teeth, tongue jammed in his cheek as he struggled to keep his anger in check.

“Steve?”

Sucking in a breath, he whipped around to see you standing in the doorway of your bathroom, a pair of grey sweats hanging on your hips and hair wet against your tank top.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, chest tight at the look on his face.

That look. The one that flashed between frustration, anger, and something softer, sadder, I’m sorry.

“Uh…” he bit his lips between his teeth, hands propped on his hips, debating. “No, actually,” he decided, “Everything’s not okay.”

Taking a step into the room, you could feel the familiar, awful creeping of pins and needles down your arms, breaths growing shallower and shallower.

“What happened,” you half-whispered, more statement than question, already anticipating his answer as he let out a heavy sigh.

“Ian called while you were in the bathroom,” Steve started, staying where he was to give you room. He held your gaze and you watched as his lips curved down, the warm, hazel of his eyes shifting softer. “But he misdialed…he meant to call Carol.”

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes and your vision blurred, your already defeated frame leaning heavy against the wall as you let his words hit you like a sucker punch. Steve’s hand twitched and he took half a step toward you, wanting nothing more than to just gather you up in his arms and hold you, but he hesitated. Didn’t want to be too much. Didn’t want to overstep.

You tipped your gaze up to the ceiling, not wanting to see Steve or the way you knew he was looking at you, tears streaming freely down your cheeks now.

“Son of a bitch,” you huffed, throat tight, “I knew it, I don’t know why I trusted him, so stupid–”

“Hey, hey, hey–you’re not stupid,” Steve interjected, taking those two steps now and grabbing your hand in his, determined to not let that douchebag get the better of you. “He’s the stupid one, yeah? You gotta cut yourself a break.”

Holding your breath, you were trying not to come apart at the seams, but you felt yourself crack the second Steve’s palm pressed into yours.

“God–” you exhaled through a half-sob, “–am I not good enough?”

“Don’t say that,” came out quick as a reflex, “You’re perfect.” His cheeks burned at his admission, unable to hold back any longer, “That’s his fault for not realizing how lucky he is. If I were him I’d tell you that every single day. D’you know that?”

Tears cut paths over and down the apples of your cheeks, the salt lingering at the corner of your mouth, and Steve lifted a hand to your face. Gently, he brushed his thumb across your skin, wiping your tears away, his palm resting soft along the line of your jaw.

“He doesn’t get to make you feel like this,” he insisted, brows knitted together in a mixture of anger and agony at the way this asshole could bring you down, “Doesn’t get to define your worth.” Taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilted it up so he could look into your eyes, so you knew how serious he was. “You deserve everything,” he half-whispered, shaking his head in disbelief, expression pained, begging you to believe him because how could you think you weren’t worth the world?

“Steve,” you choked out, throat still tight, your best friend blurred and swimming through your saltwater tears. “You don’t have to fix things, s’not your fault.”

“I want to,” he murmured and it made the ache in your chest cry out in pain.

Maybe it was the way Ian had cracked your heart in two or maybe it was the discomfort of Steve putting it back together, but when you melted into him, he wrapped you up without a second thought.

~*~*~*~

He let you cry in his arms, the soft fabric of his old Hawkins Athletics shirt soaking up your tears, threading his fingers through your hair slow and gentle, soothing. His voice low and reassuring in your ear, “Shh, it’s okay, I got you.”

When you finally came up for air, eyes puffy and red, he looked down at you, took you in, searched for any lingering signs of hurt or pain.

“I’m sorry,” you said with a half-hearted laugh, wet from crying, and he shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I got your shirt all wet,” you groaned, running your hand over your tear stains, and heat flickered in your chest when he flexed under your touch.

“S’okay,” came out of him. Quieter than before, a low grate, and it pulled your gaze up.

“Steve?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“Can I…I want to be honest with you,” you said and he held his breath, heart thrumming in his ears.

“You can always be honest with me.”

You were trembling now, the words on your tongue burning, and Steve’s hold on you tightened, “It’s okay, you don’t have to–”

“I want to,” you cut him off, squeezing your eyes shut in focus, “It’s just…hard.” Pulling in a deep breath you opened them again and looked up into his eyes, warm, honeyed amber. Whiskey and melted caramel. “Steve, I–I can’t stop thinking about you. Even before all this…” you breathed and it blew his pupils wide, his racing heart stopping altogether at your confession.

“Me?” he gaped, shocked, and the blush on your cheeks deepened, the heat searing across your skin.

“Oh my god–I–” you stuttered, “I’m sorry–so inappropriate–I don’t know what I was thinking–I’m so sorry–”

But you didn’t get a chance to finish your apology.

Dipping down, Steve swallowed the rest of your words in a kiss that had been simmering under the surface from the moment you met.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your arms looping around his neck to pull him even closer and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of your mouth and you opened to him, letting him taste you, grazing your teeth over his bottom lip as you pulled away and making his fingers press into the plush of your waist.

“Holy shit,” fell out of him, breathless, chest heaving and brows pinched together in an effort to try and hold himself together. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to–”

“–me too,” you cut in, and kissed him again, and this time it was loaded.

The point where your lips pressed together was electric, kissing like it was the end of the world, devouring each other like you’d been starved, hands everywhere all at once, touching, grabbing, pressing, feeling.

Your fingers fumbled at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his head and flipping his long, brown hair into a mess. He sucked in a sharp breath at the pads of your fingers trailing over his bare chest, and for a split second you froze.

“Should I stop–”

“No, no, it’s okay, just your hands are cold, s’okay,” he rambled through a shaky laugh that died in his throat when you took his hand to slip it under your sleep shirt.

Even though you were the one setting the pace, you still gasped at the feeling of hand on your stomach, and his lips parted at the sound, so pretty, so soft, your eyes locked on one another.

“I want you to touch me,” you whispered and he nodded slowly.

“Okay,” he breathed, “Anything. Tell me what you want. Whatever you want.”

“Here,” you murmured, dragging his hand down your body and pressing it between your legs, “Please.”

Please.

“Christ,” he choked out, wrecked and he hadn’t even started yet. “Okay, you tell me if you need to stop. You’re in the driver’s seat.”

Pulling at your shirt, you ducked out of it and tossed it to the floor, bra long gone from your shower, and Steve swallowed thick. Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and jaw ticking as he bit down on the sight of you.

“So perfect–god, you’re perfect–he’s such an idiot,” he babbled, only stopping when you took his hands in yours to ease your sweats down your legs together.

When they hit the floor, you were standing there in front of him for the first time without anything shielding you from his gaze and your heart raced in your chest. Wings against your ribs, a bird caught in a cage, laying yourself bare and trusting him to not let you fall.

He slowly closed the gap between you and took your hands in his, pulling you into him, closer, closer, closer, “I’ll give you everything,” he promised, your chests pressed together, skin to skin with only his sweats in the way. Dropping your hands, he looped his palms under the curves of your ass and lifted you with ease, eyes still locked on yours, wrapping your legs around his torso and walking you to bed.

Gently, he set you on the edge of the mattress, hands running over the tops of your thighs as he slowly knelt down between your legs.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, “Gotta tell me.”

You nodded, words failing you at how perfect he looked between your thighs, at the firm press of his fingers on your skin.

Soothing circles across your knees with his thumbs, he eased your legs open and leaned forward, eyes still watching yours and growing rock hard at the way your chest rose and fell with quick breaths.

His mouth parted, tongue darting out to chase across his lower lip before gently pulling you into him, his breath warming over your skin. Just watching him had you soaked and he didn’t look away once as he licked a stripe flat and firm through your slick.

“Steve–” you gasped and he paused, lips shiny from you.

“Tell me,” he said again, and you lifted a hand to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back into you.

He loosed a groan at your confidence, your silent order, the hum of it vibrating through you and coaxing out a moan of your own. He worked you with reverence, your body his temple to worship, a slow, tantalizing heat that he stoked with his mouth. He shook his head slowly back and forth, lapping at your folds, his nose teasingly nudging against your clit.

“Feels s–so good–” you gasped.

“It does?”

“Y–yeah, go faster–faster, Steve,” you asked through hitched breaths, your eyes fluttering closed as you fell back against the sheets.

“Like this?” he asked, tongue flicking a blur across your clit, and the sound you made was the only answer he needed to keep going.

Pulling away from your cunt, he sucked a kiss against your thigh, leaving a pretty lilac mark to find in the morning as his fingers pressed at your entrance. Gaze flicking up to watch you, you okay? He slowly slipped a finger into you and your mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. Flattening the palm of his free hand against your stomach, he eased another finger in and set a slow, agonizing pace.

In, out. In, out.

“So fucking beautiful like this,” he praised, words warm against your skin as his mouth closed over your clit again, and you cried out. His fingers moved faster then, thrusting in time with his tongue while your hands fisted in the sheets, your knees squeezing him between your legs.

“Steve–I’m gonna–I’m close,” you whimpered.

“I got you–let go, honey, I got you,” he promised as you gasped for breath.

“Please, Steve,” you were practically begging now. It made him put his mouth back over you one last time, sucking at your clit, pushing you over the edge and making you cry out as you came on his fingers.

Your hips bucked up into him and he swallowed your thrusts, his fingers working you through it and easing you down, soothing through the overstimulation. When you finally slowed, legs shaking around his head, you looked down as he pulled his fingers from you and placed them against his lips.

“You deserve the world,” he said, crawling up the bed to lean over you, his arms bracketing you in against the sheets, “Can I give it to you?”

His eyes searched yours and you felt yourself getting lost in the way he looked at you. At the way he saw you, the way he really listened.

“Yes,” you whispered, pushing up on your elbows to press your lips to his, still shiny with your slick, and he kissed you back.

“Want to give you everything,” he promised, and with every fibre of your being

you trusted him.

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ackermanrage · 2 months ago

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ꜰʀᴀᴛ!ʙᴏʏ ᴇʀᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ

Eren is the guy on campus. Everyone knows his name — not just because he’s loud and stupidly attractive, but because he’s been in multiple fights, dated the council president for a week, and once got caught sneaking into the campus pool at 3 a.m. He’s chaos. But magnetic chaos.

He’s cocky. Always has been. It drips off his words, slouches in his walk, and curls at the corner of his mouth when he smirks. He’s got that sharp, boyish charm that makes people hate him—until he opens his mouth and suddenly they’re in love.

But under all the fratboy posturing, he’s smart. Not just “gets good grades” smart, but clever, strategic. His major is something deceptively intense like Bio or PoliSci, and even though he never seems to study, he pulls off A’s and professors actually like him. When you ask him how the hell he passed an exam he barely prepped for, he just shrugs, “I don’t know, babe. I’m a genius or whatever.”

He lives in a apartment that’s a little too gross. His room is better, only because you yelled at him to clean it more than once. There’s a gaming setup in the corner, some cracked Red Bull cans, a wrinkled poster of Travis Scott on the wall, and a suspicious stain on the carpet he won’t talk about.

Eren has no filter. He’ll say shit like, “You trying to sit on my lap or are you just clumsy?” “Damn, that skirt is illegal. I should call campus security. Or just bend you over in the hallway.” “You really gonna act like you don’t miss me when I’m not around? Cap.”

He lives in sweatpants or ripped jeans. Half the time his shirt is off. The rest of the time? A hoodie that smells like weed, laundry detergent, and that woodsy cologne he’s way too generous with.

At parties, he’s either leading beer pong like it’s a sport, doing body shots off someone’s stomach, or sitting in a kitchen corner with you on his lap, whispering something nasty in your ear with a hand on your thigh.

Everyone knows you’re his. He makes it obvious — not because he’s insecure, but because he wants people to know. Will literally wrap an arm around your waist while glaring at a guy who looked a little too long.

Sometimes, when he’s drunk and clingy, he’ll tug you into his room, fall back on his bed with a grunt, and say, “Just stay. Fuck whoever’s downstairs. Wanna sleep with you tonight.”

He always touches you in public. Not necessarily in a sexual way—though that happens too, but in this unconscious, possessive, always-reaching-for-you kind of way. Pinky brushing yours. Hand gripping the back of your neck. Arm slung low across your hips.

If you ever wear his hoodie to class or post a selfie in it, he reposts it instantly with something like: “mine. don’t touch.”

ɴꜱꜰᴡ

Eren in bed is a menace. His stamina is ridiculous, and he’s not quiet. He groans, pants, swears under his breath. Loves it messy. Loves when you scratch at his back, tug on his chain, or scream his name like it’s the only word you know.

Backwards cap. Gray sweatpants. Hands under your thighs. He’s got you pinned to the wall, hips grinding slow and deep while his breath fans your ear.

His mouth is filthy. Expect shit like,“You like getting fucked by me, huh?” “This pussy’s too good. Gonna have me failing my midterms.” “Louder. Let ‘em hear who’s making you cum.”

He’s the type to record sometimes — just short, cropped videos on his phone of your face when he’s got you moaning. But only for him. No one else sees them. He jerks off to them when he misses you. Once got caught by Jean and didn’t even care.

Favorite positions? Doggystyle against the bathroom sink during a party. Missionary when he’s trying to ruin you emotionally. Cowgirl when he’s feeling lazy or smug.

If someone flirts with you? Expect to be fucked dumb later. Hair pulling. Hand around your throat. Voice rough and pissed, “You smile at him like that again, I’ll fuck you in front of him. I swear.” “This pussy’s mine. Say it. Louder.”

He finishes on your stomach, on your thighs, on your tits, anywhere that makes a mess. He watches it drip and smirks like you’re art.

But he’s soft after. Gently wipes you down with a towel. Kisses your cheeks, rubs his thumb over your hip like he’s grounding himself. Pulls you into his chest and mutters, “You’re everything, you know that? Fuck all the other bullshit.”

ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ

"come over. m cooking." (He is not. He has UberEats open.)

"wear that little black thing. u know the one."

"u still mad? come sit on my face n we’ll talk abt it."

Sends you thirst traps in mirror selfies with his hand down his pants and the message, “this all yours btw. don’t forget.”

ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱʜɪᴛ

Eren keeps a photo of you in his wallet. He won’t admit it — but you saw it once, folded behind his fake ID.

When he’s hungover, he’s the clingiest bitch alive. Head in your lap. Whining. Pouting. “Baby, my head hurts. Kiss it better. No, for real. Right here.”

He secretly keeps one of your hair ties on his wrist. He acts like it’s just convenient, like, “you always lose yours, so whatever,” but he never takes it off.

He has a “you” playlist on Spotify — and it’s embarrassingly soft. It’s all slow, sad indie songs, old R&B, and random acoustic covers. The title is something vague like “4am shit” or “whatever” so the boys wont open it.

He talks about your future when he thinks you’re asleep. You’ll be curled up in his bed, face tucked into his chest, and he’s just barely tipsy. "Gonna get you out of this shitty town one day.” “Bet you’d look hot pregnant.” “Wanna wake up next to you forever.”

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you threaten caleb with trimming your bush (soap opera)

caleb x fem!reader

synopsis: mid-argument with your boyfriend, you threaten to trim your bush

themes: nsfw (not necessarily sexual but tagging for good measure), crackfic, angst, soap opera!au, narration breaks the fourth wall, 1.1k words

inspired by this comedy panty sniffing fic by @orphicmeliora

Join us for another evening showdown in Caleb’s Skyhaven apartment between you and the colonel himself! For the third time this week, the cabin was experiencing some turbulence as the pilot and co-pilot went head to head.

On today’s episode: another case of jealousy — the esteemed Farspace Fleet’s colonel strikes again to remind his lover of who their focus should be on.

“I’m serious, Caleb! This is ridiculous! You can’t just remove people from my life!” The at-home viewers ‘oo’ at your proclamation.

Caleb shrugs, “He was getting too close, pipsqueak. You shoulda seen the way he was looking at you.”

“I did because I was there, Caleb!” You shout. Your hands are on your hips, cheeks flushed beneath your makeup as you grit your teeth. Your gaze cuts through the air like a knife, stabbing deep into the swelling heart of your boyfriend. He looks away momentarily, searching for clarity amid your bumpy argument.

Taking control once more, he grunts out, “You don’t understand, honey.”

“I don’t understand?! WHAT don’t I understand, Caleb?” Your sweet features twist into a nasty scowl, venom dripping from your once-bubbly voice as Caleb circles the runway. Ten seconds turn into twenty, and ding ding ding, his time is up!

“YOU! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. YOU’RE NOT EVEN LISTENING TO ME!” You yell, your chest rising and falling erratically as if this fight was physically exhausting. Arguing with Caleb is like punching a puppy-eyed brick wall. His head is so goddamn thick, nothing gets through; only your knuckles get bloodied. But his honeyed gaze turns your anger into adoration, prompting you to pat his head and scratch behind his ears to reward him like a good boy.

Housewives shriek at their screens, begging the pilot to wag his tail instead of baring his canines.

Staccato strings accompany your next outburst, “THAT’S IT, CALEB!” You storm off into the apartment, down the hall and round into your bedroom. Slamming the door open, you start tearing everything in sight apart as you search for the one item every woman needs. Your absolute ride or die, confidence booster, pussy smoother.

Caleb stands there, shell-shocked in the living room. The camera zooms in, catching the distant look in his eyes, alluding to the cold colonel he is. But this gaze is different. Not devoid of life, but reaching out in the darkness to cling onto it. And he’s screaming Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! in the confines of the cockpit.

Bolting to the explosive sounds of ruckus-making, Caleb finds you holding the magical MacGuffin.

The MacGuffin of his nightmares.

“NO!” He screeches. “Please, baby! Anything but that!” Stumbling into the bedroom in his sorrow-filled daze, the fearsome pilot collapses on the plush carpet. The space between you morphs into a battlefield, no mercy in your eyes as you stare at a traitor.

“PLEASE, PIPS, PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!” He cries out, tears welling in his pretty violets. Such emotion tugs on your heartstrings and claws at your throat, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“It’s my bush, Caleb! And I can do whatever I want with it!” You scold him, your words like molten dripping on his bare flesh. They’re etched into his psyche, fuelling his cloudy vision. A single tear rolls down his freckled cheek, sending the remote crowd wild.

Look at that tear! A bonus is in order, the director thinks.

“Any last words,” you mutter, cocking your head and raising your perfectly arched eyebrow. Caleb crawls toward you, the carpet burning his hands and knees, reduced to a blubbering infant as he clutches your baby-smooth, hairless leg.

“Please,” he sobs into your warm skin. “Not the bush. P-please! Any-anything but t-the bush.” By the shoulder, you push him back. He falls on his ass like a ragdoll, distraught eyes begging you as his voice fails him. You flick on the gadget, about to bring utter destruction and complete chaos to Caleb’s safe, contented little world.

Focusing on his face, the audience catches your boyfriend’s slobbering wails as you yank down your lounge shorts and panties in one go, bringing the stuttering bikini trimmer to your most intimate parts.

“NO!” He lurches forward and grabs the weapon, playing tug-of-war with you. Like a rabid pack animal, he’s relentless. He’s got your trimmer like a dog does your homework, instinctively thrashing the poor device around and delivering vengeance.

“Caleb!” You shout in your panic, letting go of the MacGuffin and sending him tumbling backwards. The six-foot-two man does a few roly polies until his form shatters. Veering to the side, he cracks open like an unsuccessful pokémon capture. You hike up your pants, regaining your demureness while Caleb regains his balance.

He searches frantically for the self-detonate button, but there is none! Settling for the off-switch, he claws the batteries out and hurls them beneath your bed for safety. Stomping over to him, you wrestle the tampered-with trimmer out of his grimy paws.

“No, pips! I can’t let you!” Caleb exclaims.

“Let go!”

“NO!” Somehow, he pulls you forward and causes you to plummet into his lap like an autumn leaf to the ground.

“Caleb!” He tosses the inanimate enemy away, soothing jazz creating a certain ambience as you shove his chest. The pilot wraps his beefy arms around you and draws you in tight. Angling your head into the crook of his neck, viewers catch the perfect over-the-shoulder shot of Caleb staring at the floor with a million emotions swimming in the depths of his intergalactic eyes.

He sighs loudly, “Don’t ever do that to me again, honey! I don’t know what I’d do if…” His solemn voice trails off into nothing— as if the mere thought of your delicious cunt being bald was agonising enough. And to comprehend the reality that you were almost about to bring such trauma to life! Your boyfriend can’t bear it.

The focus switches to your subdued expression, your hands rubbing his back gently, like tides lapping at the shoreline. You shake your head; a resounding ‘no’. You two aren’t out of the danger zone yet.

“I just want you to take me seriously, babe. I feel like you never take me seriously,” you sigh.

“I do, honey! I swear I do!” He insists. But it’s insincere, the tense strings underscoring the smooth top notes clue the audience in.

The colonel returns as Caleb murmurs, “But there are some things even a man like myself won’t tolerate.” A slow zoom out, capturing the blood-stained gaze Caleb gives the discarded bikini trimmer.

The upbeat theme music cuts in as black fills the screen and the credits roll.

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star girl's final words: i've been wanting to write something kinda crack fic-esque since reading the inspired fic and this came to me. hope it was okay. this is my first time writing something like this.

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